#AT THE SPEED OF LIGHT — CONSTANCE.

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[suzannahnatters]

Last night I remembered another of my favourite Tolkien wifeguy facts.

So in Western mythology we've often personified the Sun as masculine and the Moon as feminine. Off the top of my head: The Sun is associated with purity, reason, scholarship, illumination, constancy, dragons, gold, and masculinity. On the other hand, the Moon is associated with darkness, silver, impurity, flux, change, uncertainty, fickleness, and femininity.

You can see all this imagery being adopted, eg, in the Mozart opera THE MAGIC FLUTE, in which a benevolent scholar wizard (with solar imagery). straight up kidnaps the daughter of the evil, passionate Queen of the Night so that she can be properly educated in Enlightenment rationalism, purged of all those icky feminine night/lunar influences, and turned into a good submissive little wife for the scholar's young disciple. Guys the music slaps but the story is SO gross and misogynistic.

Anyway, what does this have to do with Tolkien? I'M SO GLAD YOU ASKED.

In Middle-Earth, Tolkien does a GENDERSWAPPED Sun and Moon. The Sun is She, the Moon is He. And, like, it's not that he just thought "oh how can I make this mythology Different" - he really thought this through. In THE SILMARILLION, Tolkien tells us that the Sun and Moon are two vessels made from the last flower of Telperion and the last fruit of Laurelin, the Two Trees which once gave light to Valinor. Two Maiar were chosen to pilot these vessels. The pilot of the moon is Tilion, a hunter of Orome, and the pilot of the sun is Arien: "Arien the maiden was mightier than he", a spirit of fire whom I strongly suspect to be an unfallen Balrog.

Now, just as in our world, the Moon in Middle Earth has a reputation for waywardness and unreliability. Because, get this, apparently Tilion falls in love with Arien: "But Tilion was wayward and uncertain in speed, and held not to his appointed path; and he sought to come near to Arien, being drawn by her splendour, though the flame of Arien scorched him, and the island of the Moon was darkened."

And I just. Here's Tolkien, standing up in the face of centuries of unveiled misogynistic symbolism and saying, "oh, we've got two celestial entities, one of which is powerful and bold and glorious, and the other famous for being kind of lame in comparison? SOUNDS TO ME LIKE A SWAGLESS LOVER BOY ABANDONING HIS DUTIES TO WORSHIP HIS GODDESS. I MEAN OBVIOUSLY. WHAT ELSE COULD THE EXPLANATION BE"

[alanaaii]

ex bf/baby daddy connie who gives you some dick when you ask for it

love your writing :)

Baby daddy connie.☆

my first request!! i’m sorry if i didn’t do it to your liking i had to add a lil bittt.

After rocking connie jr to sleep, you checked the time. It was 8:45pm and you knew connie would be on his way to pick the baby up. It was his weekend and you were ready to go out and live child free for the night. You sat at your vanity dresser as you put the finishing touches of your makeup before you heard a light 3 thumps at the door. “coming!” you opened the door to connie towering over you. As you look up at him you notice his eyes wondering. You were dressed in a oh so short dress it was hard not to. Connie licked his lips before asking, “where you goin’ ma?” you rolled your dolly eyes as you closed the door behind him. “Out. why you in my business?” Connie got closer and muttered under his breath "I can’t know where my babymama going?” His hand sneaked its way up your dress as you let out a small gasp—yet you didn’t stop him.

“constance. go get your son and let me go out.”

You and connie stared at each other for a minute. The tension getting hotter by the second. The burning you felt inside was like lava in your stomach. “i don’t want you goin nowhere” Connie said before grabbing you and flipping you onto the bed. Lips pressing together and fighting for dominance. Connie lifting your dress up and massaging your big plump breast.

“conniee” you whine as you feel his fingers press onto your clothed cunt, feeling the wetness through it. “i missed you mama” He said as he dipped his fingers into your soaking cunt. The slowness of his finger thrust was frustrating—you wanted more. You open your legs enough for connie to stand between them. taking his hands away to pull his pretty tanned dick out, slapping it on your clit. “I know you missed me too”

Rubbing his tip on your clit slowly was just to tease you, he wanted you to beg for it.

“con please” you were desperate. needy.

In one quick thrust he was halfway inside. Yiu grabbed onto his arm for support as he sped up his thrusts. His thrusts making your eyes roll to the back of your head. You knew it. nobody could make you feel the way connie did. He started to pound into your dripping wet cunt. A moan escaping your lips as you try to quiet down. Not wanting to wake the baby.

Connie leaned into your ear. “this pussy is mine.” Your mouth was left agape as you tried to speak, the feeling filling you with nothing but ecstasy and pleasure. He repeatedly pounded into you, into the same spot. “connie ‘m gonna-“

Those words only made him speed up his pace. Spitting on your pretty pussy before rubbing it with his thumb. Your stomach turned as you felt your orgasm coming. Before you could say anything you choked on your words as you came on him.

Shiny stars was the only thing you could see. As you covered your mouth, you look down to see your cum stained on his black sweats. Tears filled your eyes as he didn’t stop pounding into you after your orgasm. He was chasing his own.

“fuck..fuck.”

You soon feel him twitch inside of you. He quickly pulled out and stroke himself before shooting ropes on your tummy.

Connie goes into the bathroom and grab a towel, wiping you cleaned before leaning over and kissing you. A little over 15 minutes later you hear the baby cry.

“i got it mama, stay right there”

the next morning…

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[imimprisoned]

Hermes: Messenger of the Gods, God of Boundaries, Roads, Travelers, Merchants, Thieves, Athletes, Shepards, Commerce, Speed, Cunning, Language, Oratory, and Wit.

Offerings include:

1. foreign foods

2. souvenirs/objects from trips

3. white or red wine

4. stuff you like from other cultures

5. silver objects

6. statues/depictions of him

7. honey

8. written stories, letters or messages

9. postcards

10. crystals/gemstones like amethyst, quartz, smokey quartz, orange topaz

11. olive oil

12. incense scents like frankincense, lavender or myrrh

13. maps

14. flowers like crocus, hydrangea or chrysanthemum

15. coins or money

16. zodiac or astrology related items

17. turtle-shaped objects

18. caduceus

19. petasos (winged helmet)

20. talaria (winged sandals)

21. naturally shed feathers

22. strawberries

23. depictions/imagery of cattle, turtles, rams, hawks, hares, roster, guard dogs, snakes

24. silver/yellow/light blue/purple candles

Prayers to Hermes:

Swift Hermes, provider of fair fortune, who travels freely among the worlds.

In pennies found, in laughter and delight, in messages trifling and essential, in unexpected twists of our life's plan, with these you touch us, genial son of Zeus.

Hermes, guide of souls, light-hearted one, swift as thought; you know the depth of impulse, quick-witted god of those who live by luck.

We thank you for the path unworn, for cleverness, for gifts unearned, for change unbidden.

Excellent Hermes, we praise and honor you.

2. Keen-minded Hermes, light fingered one, light footed one, quick and cunning, bright and merry, ever watchful, ever agile, ever sharp of wit. The wings at your feet carry you to any landing-place, in any realm; wearing the cap of Aidoneus, you tarry, unseen by mortal men. Wielder of the golden sword, player on the shepherds pipe, god of herdsmen, god of thieves, god of cities and of pastures, rustic and urbane, you walk the line between contradictions. Hermes of the borderland, Hermes of the threshold, god of the uncertain, consistent and contrary, you stand in the doorway, you stand at the edge; the knife-sharp boundary between two worlds is yours.

Hermes, child of rich-tressed Maia and thundering Zeus, Ithank you for your many gifts, I praise your might.

3. Hermes of the ready wit and the lightning smile, Wing-footed one who carries the words of the gods,

Compassionate one who guides the newly-dead to the hall of Hades and fair Persephone, Quick-thinking one who takes interest in the world and works of mankind, whose hand we see in a run of luck and a clever scheme, I call to vou.

Hermes, bearer of the herald's staff, your gifts

are great.

You guard our homes with constancy and care,

You grant to us a portion of your own craft and wile,

You join with us when we revel and are merry, You stand with us when we are far from home, alone.

You are ever with us, O Hermes;

He who holds in hand the good of men, I honor you

4. Swift Hermes,

Provider of fair fortune.

He who guides travellers,

He who treasures wit and humor, I reach out to you.

Grant me peace,

Grant me protection, And I shall give you My devotion.

5. May Hermes bless you with safe travels, and protect you from theives.

[mari-lu0-0]

Do we hate each other?

Daeron Targaryen x f! reader Velaryon.

Summary: You and Daeron have always hated each other, but wasn't that hatred something else?

Description: All characters are of legal age, content +18, female masturbation, p in v.

Total words: 872.

A deafening silence fell in the dining room after the king's announcement.

You would marry Daeron Targaryen. Simply the most stupid, selfish and idiotic person in your most honest opinion.

You loved your grandfather with all your heart, but you really thought that at that moment he must have been having a serious hallucination, because that would be the only response to wanting to marry two people who would certainly kill each other if given the opportunity.

Your two hatred was known throughout the red fortress. Once when you were both still children, you threw Daeron off one of the small balconies after he called you a bastard and shouted for everyone to hear that Daemon Targaryen was your biological father, because for him that would be the only way for you to possess him. white hair and skin. Once again, Daeron trapped you alone in the Dragon pit with the intention of "helping you get a dragon" in his own words when he received a scolding from his father.

The list of arguments, small and big fights was miles and miles long, and you were determined to add another item to that list.

You walk hurriedly through the dark corridors with one thought in mind of killing Daeron Targaryen. But you are pulled out of your thoughts when your body is pinned against the wall.

"That was your idea wasn't it, if you think you're going to make me kneel before your mother you're really mistaken you little bastard."

"Fuck, only in your dreams Daeron would I lower myself to this level, now let me go before I..."

"Before you tell me, what are you going to do? Are you going to scream for help?" It says how much more your body is stuck to the wall and the next your face is.

"No, you son of a bitch, I'm going to kill you."

"What a dirty mouth, your mother didn't teach you good manners... Am I going to have to teach you that?" The same says the last part in his ear.

“Fuck you” you say in a whisper, making Daeron look into your eyes with an intense look.

"No... I'm going to fuck you."

After that, he sticks his lips to his. Surprised by his action, you decide to give in after a few seconds of shock.

The kiss deepens in an intense way, their tongues dance in an absurd synchronicity.

Daeron breaks the kiss only to start distributing kisses and small bites on his neck.

You feel one of his hands go up under your dress, slowly running up your leg until he reaches your underwear, where he rips it off.

A small moan comes from you after he passes his finger between your wet folds.

"I've barely got my hands on you and you're already soaked like a silk street courtesan?"

You think about responding but your mouth is filled with a moan, as you feel him work his fingers inside you with a speed and constancy that you didn't know you were capable of. When you start to feel a familiar feeling form in your stomach Daeron removes his fingers from you, causing a small nervous expression to form on his face.

"I think we're going to have to speed things up a little love, we don't want to get caught here, right?" The same person speaks while lifting her dress to her waist and then lowering her own pants to release their length.

"I promise we'll finish this before anyone else shows up." He says the same thing as he picks me up with a small push, causing his intimacy to rub together in the process.

Daeron lines up against your entrance and pushes, and then looks into your eyes for some denial, when he doesn't find it he slowly pushes into you. A moan escapes as you feel yourself being stretched.

"Oh gods, how tight you are." He moaned as he began to give light thrusts.

You smile mischievously when a

The thought cuts through your mind, you approach his ear and whisper.

"What is it Daeron? Is that all you can do?"

The same for any attack and gives him a mocking smile.

"I was thinking of treating you to a lady, but since your desire is different..."

Daeron tightens his hands on your waist and without any warning begins to thrust into you quickly and deeply, it doesn't take long for him to find your sweet spot, which makes you wrap your arms around him, scratching his back from above. of his clothes.

Quickly the two turn into a mess of moans and whispers, you feel the sensation of an orgasm rip through you, a while later you feel it fill your insides with his seed.

Daeron places one more kiss on your lips before withdrawing inside you and then going to put on your clothes. When finished, he turns his attention to you, placing your clothes in their proper place.

"Do we still hate each other?" He asks, pressing two foreheads together.

"Yes, we still hate each other."

You both let out small laughs before locking your lips together.

At that moment you were both sure that maybe the marriage between you two wouldn't be so bad.

[rom-e-o]

One Breakfast At A Time -Modern!AU (Costance/Ebenezer) (Minific)

Morning light, diffused by the early morning clouds into a rosy glow that draped across London like a diaphanous net, seeped through the curtains. Ebenezer Scrooge, very much alert but moving the speed of molasses, inched out of his lover’s embrace without waking her, unwinding himself from the tangle or arms and bedsheets.

Constance DoGoode, his girlfriend of half a year, snoozed happily, smiling against her pillow as she turned away from the rays of sunlight seeping through the curtains.

She hugged the stuffed, silk-covered pillow beneath her head, auburn hair cascading down the milky fabric in waves of molten copper.

“Mmm….light as a feather, happy as an angel…” Constance mumbled in her sleep. “Mm, very merry…”

His hand went to his mouth as he chuckled with the utmost fondness at the sight. Constance was a heavy sleeper and dreamer, he’d learned. She often talked in her sleep, and he couldn’t help but be curious as to what she was dreaming about.

In addition to providing a series of amusing moments he’d often reveal to her later that morning, her murmuring also helped to confirm her lingering distraction.

With her still asleep, he could jump into action.

After making sure Constance was still asleep, he moved with quiet grace and giddiness to the kitchen of his London flat, collecting ingredients from the fridge and utensils to prepare a special breakfast. Their night together had been a private symphony of sighs, moans, and laughter, and now Ebenezer was determined to make the morning just as memorable.

With care, he selected fresh eggs, ripe tomatoes, and a medley of herbs from the kitchen's small garden, which he kept on a small windowsill. Years ago, he would have scoffed at the idea of stocking his kitchen so fully. Fresh food was a waste of money, as far as he’d been concerned. Now, the redeemed philanthropist couldn't help but smile to himself as he went about cooking, eager to surprise her with a homemade breakfast.

It wasn’t much, he supposed. He was no chef, but he took great joy in cooking for the woman he loved. It was the first time he’d done something like this for another, but he’d been planning the surprise for a week, when he’d used her late-shift at the coffee house as the opportunity to sneak some ingredients from the market and up into his fridge before leaving again to pick her up.

Predictably, she’d spent the night, so he was glad to have planned ahead.

In the cozy kitchen, he hummed a gentle tune as he worked. The clinking of dishes and the sizzle of ingredients provided a domestic harmony alongside him.

Meanwhile, Constance stirred in the bedroom, awakening to the comforting and savory scents wafting through the air. She stretched and yawned, her eyes fluttering open to the soft light that spilled into the room.

She shivered a bit, bare from their time together the night before, and reached across the bed for her discarded pajamas. She eased into the silk short and matching camisole with ease before retreating back to the warmth of the covers. It was tempting to roll over into her boyfriend's abandoned spot, where she knew the aroma of his cologne

Just as she nestled back in, she heard the clinking of cutlery and creak of soft footsteps on the flat’s historic hardwood floors.

Ebenezer entered the bedroom, a tray balanced in his hands with an array of delectable treats. A soft smile played on his lips as he approached the bed, where Constance sat up, blinking away the remnants of sleep.

"Good morning," he greeted her, his eyes reflecting the joy of the moment.

Constance's face lit up in response. "Good morning. What's all this?" she asked, eyeing the tray with curiosity.

"Breakfast in bed," Ebenezer announced, setting the tray before her. "I-It’s nothing much. Just a  little something to make the morning special."

The tray bore a feast for the senses – fluffy scrambled eggs with herbs, slices of perfectly ripe tomatoes, and a steaming cup of rich coffee (which he knew she preferred over breakfast tea). A small vase with a single, delicate flower adorned the tray, adding a touch of elegance.

As Constance took in the scene before her, she couldn't help but feel a rush of warmth. "Nothing much? Ebenezer, this is wonderful! You didn't have to."

"I wanted to," he replied, settling down beside her on the bed. "To many more mornings just like this."

As they finished breakfast, Constance thanked him with another kiss on the cheek. “Do you need help with the dishes?"

“Oh, no, I’ll get them,” he said, stacking them on the tray artfully.

After multiple reassurance, he finally convinced her to leave the task to him.

As Constance disappeared into the bathroom for her morning shower, Ebenezer carried the tray to the kitchen sink with a smile. The clinking of plates and silverware echoed in the otherwise quiet flat provided a comforting soundtrack to his thoughts. When added to by the sound of rushing water from the shower bathroom

As he scrubbed plates clean in the sink, his mind wandered to the journey that had led him to this moment. Constance had walked into his life like a gentle sunrise, slowly illuminating the corners of his heart that had long been shrouded in shadows. Their connection felt deeper with each passing day, and he found himself reflecting on…well, just how much she meant to him.

The realization hit him with profound clarity – Constance wasn't just a fleeting chapter in his life. The thought of a future without her seemed unimaginable. It definitely wasn’t a future he wanted to live.

With the dishes neatly arranged and Constance still singing in the shower, Ebenezer dried his hands and settled into a moment of quiet contemplation. His heart swelled with affection, and the idea of a future together began to crystallize in his mind.

Proposing, the notion whispered softly through his thoughts. The word lingered in the air, carrying with it a promise of shared tomorrows. Ebenezer had never been one for impulsive decisions, but with Constance, it felt different – as if their connection transcended the ordinary rules of time.

A smile played on his lips as he envisioned the day he would ask her to be his forever. He could almost hear the words, feel the weight of the ring in his pocket, and see the joy in her eyes. Yet, he knew that such a moment required careful planning, the right setting, and the perfect words to properly and artfully convey the depth of his feelings.

Lost in these musings, he was startled by the sound of the shower shutting off. Constance emerged, wrapped in a towel, her laughter mingling with the remaining traces of steam in the air. She caught his eye, and the room seemed to brighten with her presence.

"What's got you smiling so much?" she asked, her eyes dancing with curiosity.

Ebenezer chuckled, his heart still dancing to the melody of his thoughts. "Just thinking about the future," he replied, reaching out to gently tuck a strand of damp hair behind her ear. "And how fortunate I am to have you in it."

She leaned in, pressing a sweet kiss to his cheek. "I feel the same way."

In that ordinary yet extraordinary morning, Ebenezer's heart swelled with the certainty that, someday, he would ask Constance to be his forever.

Until then, he would continue to try and show her with every passing moment just how much he adored her. One shared breakfast as a time.

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@quill-pen speaking of our earlier discussion, this is probably the shortest thing I've done for them, haha.

[undescribed1mage]

An rtc opening speech thing I wrote :)

Ahem.

The sound of shoes(mary janes) tapping on the floor until a girl steps up to the mic and takes it. A light shines on her.

Ocean: Hello, my name is Ocean O'Connell Rosenberg, and I'll be doing your pre show announcements.

Ocean: First of all, please be warned that this show contains flashing lights, themes of death, sexual content, Noel Gruber, and Mischa Bachinski.

Ocean: Speaking of Mischa, in the case of an emergency, you will follow him down those stairs and out of the room. In the case of an emergency where Mischa dies, you will follow Noel, in the case of an emergency where Noel dies, you will follow her. In the case of an event where she dies, you will follow Constance. In the case of an event where Constance dies, you will follow Ricky. In the case of an event where Ricky dies, you will follow me. [Speeding up.]

Ocean, after taking a deep breath in: In the case of an event where I die, you will simply have to sit back and...enjoy the show.

Ocean: Welcome, please keep your arms and legs inside the cart, and thank you for riding the cyclone.

Ocean: Your ride will begin shortly.

Ocean:She walks off stage.

[averbaldumpingground]

The stars don't lie.

There's something comforting in that, the constancy of light, the speed at which it travels and refracts. There's nothing insincere in an equation.

But she can't trust the night, not anymore. Not even when the moon is pale and heavy.

Not even here, an hour's drive from Tromsø.

She takes another breath, and fumbles off her outer pair of gloves to fix the settings. The moon is bright enough she doesn't need her camping light just yet.

But it's the quiet here that's poisoning her thoughts, that's leaving her a little bit disjointed: the rustle of the trees, a reindeer in the distance, maybe.

She knows that he can't find her, not again. He's dead, the voice inside her head supplies.

But she thinks that she might have heard his voice, when she was picking up her car keys at the airport. When she was loading gear into the trunk.

And it seemed louder here than back inside her lab. Than back there with the pieces of her life she can't go home to.

You never had a home, the voice rejoins.

Perhaps, she thinks, she'll find him in the stars.

[bcbdrums]

what do you think of the English fan covers of papermoon and which version do you like the most if you do??

Yeah, I've listened to several.

I won't go into which ones I don't like and why, which...is most of them. Because I don't want to insult people's awesome efforts. But I'll say that generally the reasons I will end up disliking a cover are a collection of a few reasons: bad mixing; melody and/or rhythm departs too much from the original (I'll go into this more), translation that departs too much from the original.

That said, so far my favorite English cover is Caleb Hyles. And it's funny cuz I don't usually go for his stuff. But, it's a great mix, it sticks to the song overall, the translation does its best to use the actual translation where it can... Words such as "degraded" that you just wouldn't really see, for example. He kept in as much as made sense, I felt, and didn't poeticize it too much; he really tried to stay true.

And of course, his surprise switch to Japanese at the end was great.

Do YOU have a favorite cover??

And what I said about melody/rhythm departing too much... We have to remember, it's often the case that the songwriter wrote those specific notes/melody for a reason and so changing them can in fact change the entire feel of the song.

I'll give an example.... "Comet" from Steven Universe. Every single note and rhythm she wrote very precisely.

Some say I have no direction That I'm a light speed distraction But that's a knee-jerk reaction

On that last word, reaction, the melody drops an interval of a fourth and the drop there in combination with the lyrics is meant to show Greg's dejection. Also the initial word of the second and third lines there, the melody starts an octave below before rising. This adds to the anchoring feel of those lyrics, of negative things that have been spoken over him.

Still, this is the final frontier Everything is so clear To my destiny I steer

The initial melodic notes of the second and third line here stay in the same octave, making the melody sound more confident (ironically the same note though... makes you wonder if there's a subliminal doubting in Greg of his choices) but with that confidence added from the constancy of the initial melodic notes, each conclusion sounds more certain, more hopeful, even though the chordal structure is the same.

So, melody matters. Don't change it. (Like every single cover of Comet out there... I like none.)

I could go into the importance of the super-triplet rhythm of Comet but...this was supposed to be about Papermoon. 😅😅😅

Sorry sorry sorry, Comet is just like...one of the best songs ever written in terms of how the music represents a character... It's a modern Wagnerian approach and boy does it succeed.

[seirve]

Hello!! Hope you have a good day or night or anything in between!! Do you think Reynie/Sticky (or both) could solve FNAF?

This is possibly the greatest question i have ever heard.

okay first of all i think that together the two of them could have levels of theories that surpass matpat himself. Sticky would solve the puzzles and figure out the endings while Reynie figures out what it all means. Kate would probably encourage them to set up a conspiracy board and eventually they would set one up just to keep everything straight. About a day after each game/book (Sticku reads the books at LIGHT SPEED and relays them to Reynie) comes out, they would be completely up to speed on exactly what everything means. They are actually the only two people in the world who have 100% confirmation on the crying child's name.

On their own, I think Sticky would be able to figure out how to get all the information but not put it together, while Reynie knows what everything means and where it goes but can't get all the endings as quickly.

Meanwhile, Kate will attempt to jumpscar Contance with various animatronic masks. Constance is never caught off-guard when it comes to Kate.

[nobodysdaydreams]

Favorite Number Two and Sticky fics?

Number Two fics by category:

Firstly, I will say I noticed there's more fluff for Number Two's character whereas most characters had a lot more angst and hurt/comfort and I was also able to find more for the book version of the character than for the show. Maybe those are just the ones I read, but it was an interesting observation.

Fluff:

the dances of swaths of dust by @mysteriouseggsbenedict (book versions), a sweet fic about Rhonda and Number Two as sisters

Unasked Questions Don't Get Answers by @sophieswundergarten (book versions) about Number Two going to live with Mr. Benedict

I know I mentioned this before, but Sugar, Butter, Flour by @plentyghosts is a great one (and I think I might have accidently tagged the person they gifted the fic to rather than them the first time. That's my bad y'all please forgive me 😭). This is about the book characters Number Two, Rhonda, and Constance as sisters and is a very wonderful fic.

binary stars by @mahpotatoequeen (book versions), more sweet stuff about Rhonda and Number Two as sisters

Butter Fingers by @sophieswundergarten (book or show), Number Two and Mr. Benedict as father and daughter.

yellow by @mahpotatoequeen a story about Number Two growing up (book version)

Angst and Hurt/Comfort:

Food for Thought by @phtalogreenpoison (book versions) A fic about Number Two needing a late night snack, and Milligan as a father figure.

Fear Response by @sophieswundergarten (book versions) Another kidnapping fic from Sophie, surprise, surprise

Leave a light on when you go by @plentyghosts (show version) This fic belongs in a "I once left I guest kudos on this fic and then it fell into the void" category, but happy to have found it. The story of when a young Number Two ran away from home.

Crack:

Scholarly Shenanigans (or, Yet Another Caper to Keep Quiet from Mr. Benedict) by @mvshortcut (show version). I had trouble finding show version fics for Number Two, but this is some great crack is you want to fill in a plot point involving a missing microfiche machine.

Now since we're doing Sticky, I ONCE AGAIN am obligated to raid poor Sophie's account. So I'll speed run hers first, and then the rest. All of the following are by @sophieswundergarten

Fluff:

Firefly Nights, cute fluff between Constance and Sticky (book versions)

The Best Solution to Nightmares is Buying a House, Reynie and Sticky buy a house together (book versions)

Angst and Hurt/Comfort:

I don't wanna know I'm not capable IF YOU ARE GOING TO READ ANY FIC ON THIS LIST, READ THIS ONE IT IS AN AMAZING PROTRAYAL OF OCD READ IT NOW

Dr. W Dex, Sticky gets tortured by a scientist with a southern accent (book version)

Y'know, Sometimes Parties Just Aren't That Fun Without The People You Love, But It Can Take A While To Figure That Out, Kate goes to a party at Boatwright and gets bullied, but Sticky helps her out

Swept Away, Sticky loses all his memories

Now for some other Sticky Washington Fics:

Fluff:

You can sneak through the window if you like (I won’t pay attention but I won’t mind) by @/lesboholic (that's the AO3. The tumblr is @crow-in-springtime I believe). Cute friendship fluff between Kate and Sticky.

petrichor by @mahpotatoequeen, Sticky and Constance walk home in the rain (book versions)

Angst and Hurt/Comfort:

eucatastrophe by @mahpotatoequeen, Sticky struggles to heal after the Institute and rebuilt a relationship with his parents (book version)

bellis perennis by @mahpotatoequeen, Sticky and Reynie dealing with the aftermath of the Institute (book versions)

The Garden by @plentyghosts, Sticky's parents try to help him as their son deal with trauma from the Institute (book versions)

The Interview by @acollectionofcuriousreblogs, a terrifying fic about Sticky getting kidnapped (terrifying, but well written) (book versions)

AUs:

We'll both be completely at home in midair by @oflightningandstars (book versions) A super cool mbs alien AU. I love the way each kid is describe as a different alien, it's absolutely beautiful.

Crack:

A Joy To Obey, by me. There's not a lot of Sticky centric crack. This is also fluff about Sticky being put under a mind control curse and his friends trying to rescue him (show versions).

[odysseywritings]

Everyone Knows it's Windy

@flashfictionfridayofficial

(cw: implied, off screen animal abuse in the past)

The last untouched mountain in all of West Virginia stood magnificent and free from being stripped of its towering kingdom of trees. But what protects this monument of nature from profit?

Below on flat land surrounded by hills lies a farm guarded by Mama Windy. A woman of the 60s and in her 60s, she's turned this area into a sanctuary for wounded horses and other animals, and grown attached to the mountain's gifts. From the river flowing down to the brisk air as she climbed up and down to keep her vibrant, she felt half her age and matched it with flowing gray hair and groovy clothes with tie dye purple and orange with hardy blue jeans.

Mama Windy had enough of people and their constant competition and shallow niceness, preferring to use her medical knowledge to help horses and other creatures that have been malnourished, beaten, or abandoned. She loved all the animals but she kept close to her first horse, a brown Clydesdale called Roscoe, who was getting up there in age but still moved around.

Wary but welcoming to most strangers, she held nothing but a grimace for coal companies looking to blow up the mountain beyond her. Her ecological background has made her investigate the local ponds and river for acid, cadmium, lead. Even her own sanctuary would not be immune from bioaccumulation from arsenic and copper, so she'd watch for anyone coming to blow the mountaintop.

On a normal sunny Friday, the Apex Mineral Refinery began surveying the land, and Mama Windy saw this through her window and was ready to chew them out. She inhaled and composed herself as she went out the door to see two workers and a suit.

"G'morning, gentlemen," she drawled with cool grace that hid seething rage. "I don't mean this rudely, but yer on m' property, and it's against the law if I don't want ya."

The suited man strolled over in a genial manner as he smoked a cigarette and blew the smoke in the air. An average looking man in his early 50s, he looked healthier and clean skinned compared to his younger, haggard looking workers.

"Sorry to upset you, ma'am. I'm Al Constance, I'm supervising this survey. No actual drilling has started, and rest assured, you'll be granted a portion of the mineral rights when you relocate."

"Re...locate? Sir, me and mah animals ain't goin.' I don't care how much yer givin,' this is mah home, and there's no other mountain like this around, so it's also stayin.'"

"Look here, ma'am. This mountain is helping no one else. Why, we're doing everyone a favor mining it! It gives money, jobs, and that fuel for your lights."

"I can't argue that. But it's still mah way of life, and if ain't hurtin' anyone, I'm free t' stay."

"Look, lady. I'm playing nice here. You don't think I've busted balls from tougher guys? I can even wait when you drop dead. This is a goddamn gold mine, and the mayor is sure as hell not going to care about this case when I'm paying his kid's way to college! I'll clear this place, and you, and your horses," he snapped his fingers, "just like that!"

"Oh, my," she feigned fear by shrinking. "I guess there's nothin' I can do t' convince you. But I know someone who might."

She whistled and, within seconds, Roscoe and two younger horses charged forward.

"Get 'em!"

Constance and the two workers yelled and ran off from the sight of three monstrous galloping toward them with frightening speed. Roscoe managed to chew up a piece of the suited man's shoulder pad and yielded only when Mama Windy hollered for them.

They returned and let her pet their necks and names, and she giggled at their affection from nuzzling her. At least for now, she and her animals can live in peace, and the mountain affecting their lives can remain strong and steady.

[random-conspiracy]

The Extraordinary Oracle

Oh, well. Here's the actualized (5 minutes ago) list of cards. Remember, the deck has NO names but I need to keep track of them in some way so here we are :]

Consultant 1

Consultant 2 (the partner in couple readings, optional)

Young person 1

Young person 2

Adult 1

Adult 2

Old person (age, pass of time, wisdom, grandparents)

Baby (innocence, begginings, novelty, children)

House (comfort, privacy, family [found one or blood one])

Field house (optional for extended family)

Heart

Happiness

Fidelity

Hope

Dandelions in concrete (constance, stability over everything, grow)

Tenderness

Peace (reconciliation, rest, tranquility)

Kindness

Medal (fame, improvement, high honours)

Pride

Friendship

Delight

Desires (dreams, ambitions, ilusions)

4 leaf clover (small luck, odds at your favor, some money, good omen)

Money

Party (celebration, fun)

Bouquet (gift)

Doctor (educated person, who brings you help and advice)

Fortune (Big luck. Sudden success)

Date (flirting, meeting)

Energy (enthusiasm, motivation)

Conversation

Fire (passion, horniness, out of control)

Crossroads (decisions, possibilities, taking different paths)

Bootlicker (SIMP [I doon't like the term but you understand])

Waiting

Garden (an awful lot of people, town, city, social circles)

Ring (compromise, romantic couple, formal bound)

Butterfly (lightness, inconstancy, short duration)

Travel

Work (occupation, effort)

What's coming (news, visits, novelty, someone in the way)

What goes away (someone running away, lost things)

Curiosity (desire to know, meddling, spy)

Clown (ridicule, clown of the class, 🤡)

Change

I don't see, I don't hear, I don't talk (wisdom, negation)

Wall (obstacles, boundaries)

Judgment (legal or social)

Justice

Boredom (disinterest)

Shrimp (time's running out, laziness, lack of attention)

Surprise

A long road

Brave

Intellectual

Private room

Mesage (phone, computer, letters, documents, texts)

Thoughts

Lunatics (dellusions, madness, being very high)

Autorithy (someone in power, institution, order, building)

Key (solution, answer, "get free of jail" card)

Repentant (guilt, one who seeks forgiveness)

Drama

Plant pot (conformism, limited grow, superficiality)

Rat (thief, parasite)

Fear (doubts, anxiety, uncertany)

Rage (anger, fights)

Disgust

Misery

Siren (seduction, tramp, under someone else's control)

Dark clouds (small bad luck, odds against you, bad mood, bad omen)

Mask (false appearances, lies, deceit)

Sadness

Sickness

Sighs (nostalgia, miss something)

Misfortune (big bad luck, disaster)

Gelosy

Prision (loneliness, chained, no options)

Snake (hate, enemy, bad intentions, rotten environment)

Death (ends, funerals)

Thin ice (danger, tension)

Broken heart (treason, disappointment, pain)

Cop (oppression, authority abuse, orders)

"That person" (third wheel, ex, the other woman/man)

Handshake (teamwork, what changes hands)

The weight of the world (a lot of stuff going on, unespected complexity, stress, speed)

Past (memories, ghosts talking)

Alley (what is done in secret or under the table)

Broom (putting things in order, domestic duties)

Shield (protection, strenght)

Artist (hobbies and projects, creations, sensibility)

FLYING PIG (the extraordinary, miracle, anomaly, what shouldn't be but is)

I'm not sure if 93 (and counting) cards are a good idea but who cares hashasa. If you wish to prove this I'll let this here. Ask a question, pick 3 "cards"

[moongurl95]

Chapter 3 – The morning of your very first day...

“Oh? You cut your hair?”

“It was burned at the ends… sir.”

“Well, it still suits you.” A warm smile from this strange man, claiming to now be her guardian after— “Now, are you ready to learn more about magic?”

“Astonishing! I’ve never heard of someone so young take to Occlumency as quickly as you have! And with the speed you’ve been absorbing our lessons, you’ll be able to catch up with the rest of your peers in no time.”

“Here, take this.”

“What is it, professor?”

“Since you’ve mentioned encountering… resistance when trying Legilimency, I thought this might help.”

A journal?

“It’s already a rare occurrence to efficiently wield both Occlumency and Legilimency, but I theorize that the only thing keeping you from honing the latter is your innate ability to compartmentalize your emotions.”

Silence.

“What I’m trying to say is, write something about your day, a form of self-reflection. Perhaps, before you’re able to read others, you might have to read into yourself first.”

“I worry though Professor… If I read too much into myself… I might end up losing to the very emotions I’ve… innately compartmentalized.”

Beatrice woke up from the rays of sun reflecting off her window. It was quiet, she noticed as she pulled back her bed curtains and slowly got off bed.

Looks like everyone’s gone, noting how her roommates were no longer in their beds, she decided to prepare herself for the day before spotting a note tucked in-between the closet she had moved her uniforms.

Hope you don’t mind we let you sleep in. I’ll stop by to wake you up in case you read this late! -S

P.S. I let Hermes out since he was getting antsy when I woke up. -C

Grateful for their consideration, Beatrice started her day with a smile.

Heading to the Common room proved to be quite the sight for Beatrice— It was one thing to have seen it at night, but now it exuded sheer elegance under the light of day. She was just about to head into the main sitting area when she had spotted Everett.

“Hope you’re not too nervous on your first day. Most of the professors here are firm but fair.” He’d laughed good-naturedly after having just thrown a Dungbomb down the opposite lobby. Beatrice would take his word for it but didn’t stick around long to take in the pungent fumes.

She was then greeted by hushed whispers upon entering the main sitting area, “I wonder where she’s from?” Came a mere curious question from one corner.

“Must be… hard— starting school as a fifth-year.” A snicker, as if her being sorted into Ravenclaw would end up being a disadvantage to her fellow Housemates.

It was times like these that Beatrice was thankful that she’d yet to grasp Legilimency, lest she be hearing more “thoughts” other than ones spoken voluntarily.

Spotting the reflective light bouncing off a telescope, she came closer to greet Amit, seeing him proved to be more insightful as he happily shared the view from his lens, “Astronomy is required for all fifth-years, you’ll surely be enthralled with the tower. Plus, with a quality telescope, you’ll get to see constellations you’ve never even dreamed of!”

Satisfied with having exchanged pleasantries with some of her housemates, Beatrice was all too relieved to spot Samantha as she fretted over a pot of Dittany, “Great golden gobstones! I sure hope you’ll be able to thrive here.”

“Golden gobstones sure sound great!” Beatrice greeted as she came closer.

“My own little expression.” Samantha smiled upon seeing her, “I was just about to check on you after this. Oh! Here, I brought this up for you.” She said, handing Beatrice a paper bag. “Can’t start classes on an empty stomach for your first day.”

“I— can’t thank you enough, Samantha. You’ve been very nice to me.” Beatrice smiled, delighted even more to pull out a blueberry muffin from inside the bag.

“Don’t mention it. I’ve only ever grown up with brothers and well… Constance just teases me whenever I “mother” her, so she says. I— hope I don’t come off as a busybody…” Samantha trailed off, shyly focusing on her Dittany pot now.

“I think it’s rather sweet of you.” The same aftertaste from Beatrice’s first bite of the muffin, matching her next words, “Like how much healing can be found in a small pot of Dittany, a little act of kindness can go a long way. You shouldn’t feel burdened for being kind, Samantha.”

She was met with a dazed, almost surprised look, before Samantha smiled graciously, “Seems like someone’s been studying up on their potion-making.” Her tone warm and teasing now.

“Professor Fig did actually teach me about Wiggenweld before term.” Beatrice replied halfway through with her muffin.

“Ah your mentor turned guardian, I heard…” Samantha thoughtfully said, now having finally decided on a place for her potted plant. “An enigma, that Fig, teaches theory yet seems to know a lot about practical Magic.”

Almost choking on her last bite, Beatrice reached for the pitcher of water nearby before she could reply, “He does know a great deal about— different forms of Magic.” She coughed in-between her words, making Samantha worriedly pat at her back.

“Well, nothing like putting all you’ve learned to the test.” Seeing how Beatrice calmed down from her sudden coughing fit, she then asked, “Care to walk to our first class together?”

Before Beatrice could agree however, one of their male housemates called out none-too kindly, “Hey there, new Ravenclaw! Professor Weasley is looking for you just outside. You best not keep her waiting.”

It was Samantha who frowned on her behalf, grumbling about Mahendra Pehlwaan and his sneering attitude. Beatrice could only shrug it off to her rather unsavory arrival to last night’s Feast, but waved good-naturedly at Samantha, “I’ll see you in our first class then.”

“I’ll see you at Charms, don’t get lost!” She waved back, watching her go.

It was a nice feeling to make good friends.

next chapter ⤜⤏

[anjopsi]

Financing at Casino Online Gambling

Casino online gambling necessitates consideration of several banking options. To have the option to wager for real cash at web casinos, a web gambler should back up his game with the use of real cash. Presently an online casino site incorporates several means to convey forward banking transactions. These incorporate bank wire, personal check, debit cards, credit cards and bank wire.

Casino online gambling remembers several options for conveying forward the banking options. Each strategy being used incorporate its own benefits and impediments. The principal variables on consideration incorporate cost, nearby regulations, dependability, wellbeing and speed. Presently lets figure out what are the upsides and downsides of the singular banking strategy.

Debit or Credit Cards:

The debit and the credit cards structure to be the most convenient and the well known implies nowadays. The primary benefits that the two cards offer incorporate usability, cost, constancy and speed. At the point when the US began with the UIGEA or the Unlawful Web Gambling Implementation Act, the ubiquity of credit and debit cards began to dwindle.

The law of UIGEA restricts bank to process the transactions coordinated to casino online gambling. Most credit card sellers don't permit US residents to utilize these cards to convey forward any deposits to the gambling sites in regard to this regulation. Most US based players are finding that their deposit endeavors are getting dismissed despite the fact that they have reserves available with them. Nonetheless, there are as yet numerous online casino sites that accept transactions through the credit cards.

Bank Wire

Most online casinos utilize bank wire as one of the useful deposit strategies in light of its dependability and security. The use of bank wire is limited to geological areas of both the casinos and players. This is because the state regulations showers an extraordinary effect on the use of bank wire in casino online gambling.

In certain pieces of the US, players might find the banks refusing to offer such assistance. In addition, bank wire transactions might take long than the others. The exchange of assets take additional time with the goal that it very well may available for play.

Banks usually charge the help expenses for such a transaction making it a through and through uneconomical one when the transaction is a little one.

Personal Check

Today, numerous casinos online accept personal check as one deposit elective. The fundamental limit of personal check is that it takes more time to get assets to get cleared. Like bank wire, the use of personal check additionally relies upon the geographic area of the player and the site. You should constantly remember that there are not many spots that can be unreachable by this assistance. Accumulate all data before you select personal check as the necessary resources to move reserves.

Electronic payments

While discussing the banking options available at casino online gambling you will find there are several electronic payments strategies available for players. Choosing e-wallet solutions and other electronic payments like Click2Pay, Use My Wallet, Eco Card, Net Teller have become common in almost all casinos.

[rom-e-o]

Angel (Modern!AU Ebenezer/Constance)

This is just silly and sappy. Enjoy. <3

Even from across the café and beyond frost-covered window, she would have recognized that handsome silhouette and silver hair anywhere.

There he was. Right on time, as usual.

“Good morning, Mr. Scrooge!”

Constance waved from behind the counter as her most devoted customer ducked into the New Grounds Coffee Co. to greet her. Every day, at exactly 7:45 a.m., he would duck in and get a morning cup of tea or coffee to start his day.

It had been a ritual of his for the past two months, and in that time, Constance had come to memorize his mobile number from when he submitted orders. Whenever she saw it pop up on her screen, her red glossed lips couldn’t resist spreading into a grin.

“Morning, Ms. Constance,” he greeted with a smile and nod. “Always good to see you.”

Perhaps it was her imagination, but he almost looked eager to see her, the way he kept his gaze upon only her as he approached the counter and smiled warmly at her greeting. It made a pleasant heat rush to her cheeks, and it took all her self-restraint to not avert her gaze and swoon.

“I see on your mobile order that you’re trying something new today,” she noted, regaining her poise as she refocused on the austere monitor before her. “Goodness, I don’t think you’ve ordered the same thing twice! By the end of the month, you might work your way through the entire menu.”

He chuckled at that, a nervous movement in his eyes. “Ha, well, what’s the fun of a local coffee shop if you always order the same thing, hm?”

She nodded reasonably as she went to fetch his drink from the mobile order rack.

As she turned away, she swore he felt his eyes on her. Her red, corseted top and tight black miniskirt certainly got her looks, but none of them had quite the effect that Ebenezer’s had on her.

When she cheekily glanced over her shoulder to verify her sharp intuition, honed from yeas of being ogled respectfully and otherwise, she turned just in time to catch his eyes averting again at the speed of twin bullets.

Such a gentleman, she thought with another blush. Heavens, if his gaze ever lingered, that would be the day she’d would melt into a pile of goo.

Upon returning with his drink, a matcha latte, she noted a pinkish hue to his cheeks that hadn’t been present before.

Interesting.

“Here you are! One matcha latte, and of course …”

She reached over to a stack of paper cups, then produced a whipped dream dispenser from its docking station. She filled it up quickly and popped a tiny lid on top for protection from the city's smog. “And a cup of fresh cream for Prudence.”

He chuckled warmly. “Ah, you’re an angel. Cheers.”

Their fingers brushed lightly during the hand-off. Despite the presence of his coal-black gloves, she swore she felt heat arc between them. He must have felt the same, for his shoulders jumped suddenly at the contact as well.

When their gazes reconnected after the accidental brush, there was something soft and hesitant in his gaze. Sensing his uncertainty, Constance gave him another grin and a slight pop of the hip.

“You continue to flatter me,” she said sweetly. “You best watch yourself, or I may have to believe you.”

The hanging of this proverbial ‘welcome sign’ had the exact desired impact in dissolving his inhibitions. The knowing smile that graced his face afterward was dashing enough, but the light in his eyes that followed? There was no doubt she’d dream about it later that evening.

“I never flatter, Constance.”

“You can call me Connie, if you’d like. Everyone else does.”

His eyes crinkled in thought. “Does anyone else call you ‘angel’?”

She bit her lip coyly. “No, that’s a new one, I must say."

“A travesty,” he drawled, rolling the 'r' sound effortlessly. “Never fear. Your secret is safe with me.”

Constance blushed as red at her cherry-red top. She wanted to linger on the conversation longer; to find some way to return his praise, but she saw a crowd of customers all file in the door. Silently cursing the morning curse, the couple was forced to bid each other adieu for the time being.

“See you tomorrow,” she called after him, and hoped desperately that it was true. "I-I hope."

She hadn't meant to mutter the second part of the sentence out loud, and momentarily wished she could retract it.

To her relief, he raised his cup and gave her a bow. (A bow! He really was like a prince.)

“Count on it. Until then...”

The next word uttered as a mere whisper, for her ears only.

"Angel."

Of course he came in the next day.