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[posthumanwanderings]

[dirjoh-blog]

Glenn Miller and the Gestapo Conspiracy Theory

Glenn Miller, an American big band leader, disappeared under mysterious circumstances during World War II. On December 15, 1944, his plane vanished over the English Channel en route from England to Paris. Official records attribute his death to bad weather and an overloaded small aircraft. However, conspiracy theories surrounding his disappearance have persisted. Among these, the claim that…

[garudabluffs]

Mexico's military is reviving one of its oldest airlines November 25, 2023

"Mexico's military is trying to relaunch the country's oldest airline — part of a worrying trend of militarization in the country. Travelers in Mexico could soon be flying on an airline owned and operated by their country's military. A subsidiary of the Mexican Army is reviving the bankrupt Mexicana Airlines__But it went bankrupt in 2010 and was dormant until earlier this year, when Mexico's military purchased the brand.

Now, President Lopez Obrador says the inaugural flight might happen on December 26 or, quote "soon, very soon." That's a problem because many in the industry say the airline doesn't actually own any planes or have any crew or staff to run the airline."

READ MORE https://www.npr.org/2023/11/25/1215185277/mexicos-military-is-reviving-one-of-its-oldest-airlines

[vinylburns]

Otaki Airforce - Another Review

“I recently had the pleasure of listening to the music of Otaki Airforce and I have to say, I was thoroughly impressed. This artist has a unique and captivating sound that blends elements of hip hop, electronic, and pop in a way that is both fresh and exciting. One of the things that really stands out about Otaki Airforce’s music is the production quality. The beats are tight and polished, and…

[fangedxnight1836]

Characters of the day:

The Jordan Family!!!!!!

Most underrated and funniest family in all of DC.

They have the most relatable and hilarious family dynamics ever.

It is honestly funny whenever people HC or imagine that Hal is a loner, only child guy who clings onto the bat family or others too seek closeness when he has a whole family with multiple nieces, nephews and a cousin that adore him.

Neeeeeeed a family sitcom about them asapppp

We will talk about a couple members of the family and give our facts and HC’s about them:

(I included Helen in a different post, so check that out if you want to see her)

Jack Jordan:

The oldest child of Jessica and Martin Jordan, the brother of Hal Jordan (Green Lantern).

Often seen as the “golden child”, he was the most successful in terms of employment and economically.

Jack Jordan married a woman called Janice and had Two kids called Jason and Helen.

Canonically used to cheat on his wife with many people.

Took a lot of stress out on Hal when Jessica got sick.

Some HCs:

The kids all know the names of the women that he cheats on Janice with, they make a Bingo card with all their names on it, and compete with each other to see who wins.

Calls Hal, Jim and vice versa

Janice is in denial about the whole ordeal.

Jason Jordan

Son of Jack Jordan and Janice Jordan, twin brother of Helen II Jordan and the nephew of Hal Jordan.

Protective of his sister, and loves his uncle Hal.

Some HC’s

He listens to instrumental music a lot

Pretends to like phonk since his friends do, but can’t get into it.

He makes a lot of Pinterest boards for the things he likes and uses it as a bucket list for inspiration.

Sends Hal airforce memes and any references to Green Lantern at all.

Him, as well as Jane are the ones who update him on internet trends he misses.

James Jordan (Jim Jordan)

Youngest son of Jessica and Martin, younger brother of Hal and Jack.

Husband of Sue Jordan and father of Howie, Jane and Arthur.

His wife (who is a journalist) married him because she thought he was Green Lantern, later found out it was actually Hal and … yea….

Hal’s most supportive brother.

Some HCs:

Knowing that his wife thought he was Green lantern still keeps him up at night .

He tried to become a vegetarian once and then accidentally ate something that had meat within it the following day(he cried ).

He plays candy crush.

Howard (Howie) Jordan:

Eldest son of Jim Jordan and Sue Jordan

Brother of Jane and Arthur

He is quite a smart kid, often pointing things out that even Hal doesn’t notice, and speaking his mind when he feels like it.

Some HC’s:

Howie pretends to be a superhero whenever he is alone in his room.

He always wears the colour green when Hal comes round.

He was the class president in his high school

He can name all the dinosaurs and spell them out correctly ( idk i just think he likes dinosaurs a lot).

Jane Jordan:

Is the daughter of Jim and Jane

Sister of Howie and Arthur

Used to have quite long hair, but cut it quite short

Some HCs

She is definitely the rebellious type .

Asks Hal the come to all her parents evenings.

She loves the young justice group.

She once has split dye hair (Green and pink iykyk).

She probably had a Ben 10/danny phantom phase.

Arthur Jordan:

Youngest child of Jim and Jane

Literally a baby

Soooo cute

Some HCs:

He watches coco melon.

iPad and YouTube kids enjoyer most likely says “Skibidi” .

Makes aeroplane noises when Hal comes over.

He knows everything and hears everything NO ONE IS SAFE.

Harold (Hal) Jordan Jr:

The son of Larry and Helen I

The cousin of Jack, Hal and Jim

He is the third Airwave and has “radio powers”, his dad and mum were the first and second. He inherited these powers from his dad.

Is implied to be queer.

Some HCs:

He sucks at mortal combat .

He always tries to help out and keep everything sane.

He tried to do a back flip once for the first time it went terribly and Helen (his mum) instead of taking him to the hospital she phoned Hal.

Doug “Hip” Jordan:

The no-good distant cousin of Hal and his family.

Runs around in a lot of gang circles, and tried selling Jim in a green lantern circle to a gang in an attempt to get into it.

Hal got him arrested.

Drugged the whole family and used the kids to help him do it.

Known as the black sheep of the family.

Some HC:

He is always spotted at the wrong times when someone is either hurt or fighting.

He sold John Constantine a vape.

He tries to use Morden day slang to fit in with the kids .

He uses the term “Where my hug at” to anyone that approaches him.

[alixra]

party | paige bueckers

summary- you are drunk at a party and paige pays for one of your drinks. sprouting a flirty conversation and…

word count- 3.4k

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Adrenaline rushed through your veins as you swayed your hips to the song that was playing. Your arms came up above your head while you whipped your hair around. Music was blasting, and many conversations blended together. Yet, the sounds seemed blocked out. Strobe lights flashed as you inhaled the sickening smell of sweat and marijuana. The bitter taste of alcohol burned your tongue as you grew tired of dancing.

Walking over to the bar, you ordered another drink. Your eyes fluttered with tiredness, exhaustion hitting you out of nowhere. Snapping you out of your thoughts, the bartender set your drink down. Meeting his eyes, he looked at you expectantly- waiting for you to pay him.

"How much?" You asked, reaching in your pockets for money.

"I got it," an attractive voice said out of nowhere, and you watched as a pale arm gave money to the bartender.

Looking over, you saw a tall blonde girl standing beside you. She had piercing blue eyes and wore a lopsided grin as she looked down at you. Confusion settled within you. Who was she, and why had she paid for you?

"Wait, why-"

You began to ask, but she cut you off, "I thought I would buy a pretty girl a drink." She shrugged, acting as if it was the most usual thing in the world.

You didn't know if it was because of how drunk you were or how hot she was, but her comment made you blush. Glancing down, you tucked a piece of hair behind your ear and tried to gain your composure.

"Oh, t-thank you," you stuttered, wondering why you were so nervous.

She smirked, aware of the effect she had on you. Coming closer, she leaned on the counter as you had, and you took the opportunity to study her further. She wore a plain white t-shirt, grey sweatpants, and white Airforces.

Suddenly, realization spawned in you. This was Paige Bueckers. Paige Bueckers was standing right before you and possibly flirting with you! Well, she was clearly flirting with you. After buying you a drink and calling you pretty, it was easy to come to that conclusion.

The real question was, were you going to flirt back? Another easy answer: obviously! I mean, this girl was practically famous. Everyone on campus knew her and had a crush on her. Not to mention, she's been a basketball superstar since she was in high school. As well as the fact she had at least a million edits made of her on TikTok.

Standing up straighter, you looked her in the eye. It was well known that she was confident and had an impressive roster (with girls and boys). But who's to say you didn't as well?

"What's your name?" Paige asked, tilting her head in a way that almost made you melt.

"Y/n, what about you?" You responded, shooting the same question right back at her.

A smile flashed across her face, "Come on, you don't know me?"

You knew she could tell you were lying, but you were enjoying this game you had going on. "No, should I?"

She shrugged, "No, but most people do."

You furrowed your eyebrows, replying sarcastically, "Oh, that's cocky."

She grinned again, "I'm telling the truth!"

"Well, if we're being truthful now, I know who you are."

"Oh, yeah?" She said, a knowing smirk overtaking her smile.

"Yes," you responded.

She nodded, "Ok then, what's my name?”

"Paige Bueckers."

"What sport do I play?"

"Basketball."

"What's my number?"

"Five."

"How old am I?"

You scoffed, "What is this a Q&A?"

"Mhm, trying to see how much of a stalker you are."

"I am not a stalker!" You exclaimed defensively, "That's basic information that any UConn student would know!"

"Ok, ok," she held her hands up in surrender. "You're not a stalker, I'm sorry."

After laughing about the conversation for a while, Paige proposed something. "So, Y/n," she said, showing off that she knew your name. "Wanna go back to my place?"

You raised your eyebrows, surprised at her boldness. "Why?”

She shrugged, her lips pressed together in a knowing smile. "No reason, we could just hang out, or..." she trailed off, looking at you mischievously.

You laughed and looked away from her, thinking about it. "You're not a serial killer or anything, right?"

She laughed, throwing her arm over your shoulder. "No, I'm not," she stated, walking over to a group of girls. "I'm heading out," Paige said, you still glued to her side.

The girls all gave each other knowing looks. They had to be the basketball team and/or Paige's friends. "Ok," they called after you two, "have fun!" They teased, giggling amongst themselves.

Your face was hot from embarrassment as Paige apologized, "Sorry about them."

"It's ok," you replied, flattered that they thought of you and Paige that way.

The cold air hit your face as you left the house the frat party was at. The moon shone brightly, the stars glistening in the night sky. You looked up and saw the glorious sight of Paige's defined jawline. She looked paler than she had inside. Her long hair appeared shiny underneath the street lights.

Catching on, she glanced at you, "Enjoying the view?"

You rolled your eyes, your lips spreading into a smile. "No," you lied, your voice breathy and exasperated.

She laughed, shaking her head as you arrived at her car. Her car was very nice, a black SUV and in good condition. She opened the door for you, and you climbed in, watching as she walked around the front of the car to get in. Once you both had your seatbelts on, she put on Drake and started driving out of the parking lot.

"Do you live on campus?" You asked, partly because you wanted to break the silence and partly because you were curious.

"Nah, I live in an apartment about 10 minutes away," she responded, using one arm to drive.

"Do you have a roommate?"

She smirked over at you, "Why?"

You mirrored her expression, shrugging as you tried to play innocent, "Oh, no reason."

She chuckled, "I do have a roommate. Her name's Azzi, do you know her?"

"Yeah, I do. I've seen Azzi play before."

"She's great. We've been best friends since high school."

"That's cool," you replied, eager to learn about her life.

"Yeah, we met when we were playing for USA. Don't worry; she'll stay out for a while.

"Good," you mumbled under your breath, hoping that Paige wouldn't hear.

"What was that?" Paige asked, leaning closer to you.

"What was what?" You responded, trying to sound as innocent as possible.

Paige laughed as she shifted her gaze back to the road.

Excitement bubbled up through you for the rest of the car ride. You were about to hook up with the Paige Bueckers! Sure, it was a possibility that you weren't going to fuck. But in your opinion, it was clear that she wanted to.

Paige mumbled along to the lyrics as she drove, drawing your attention to her pink lips. The only thought going through your mind was how badly you wanted to kiss her.

You didn't think the atmosphere could get any more intense. Until Paige placed her hand on your thigh, her hand moving farther and farther up. Your chest constricted as she drew patterns on you with her thumb.

Finally, you arrived at her apartment. You watched as she exited the car and walked around to open the door for you. Not even letting you think about getting out yourself. She gave you a reassuring smile as you stepped out of the car. Interlacing her fingers with yours and leading you to the complex. You went through a hall and up a few flights of stairs, and you could feel your panties getting wet. Going down another hall, Paige finally stopped and pulled out a set of keys from her pocket.

Unlocking the door and opening it, a cute apartment came into view. A gray couch pushed up against a wall and facing a TV. A circular coffee table sat between the two on the beige carpet. The kitchen was tiny but decent and had a mini island in the middle of it. There looked to be two rooms and an extra door, which you assumed to be a closet.

Paige wasted no time, leading you to what had to be her room. It was simple and messy, but you liked it. It had a queen-sized bed in the middle that faced a dresser and TV, and another door led to a bathroom off to the side. But your eyes focused on the posters plastered on her wall. They included SZA, Drake, and basketball. You also noticed a lot of photos of her family and friends. One thing that really caught your eye was the blanket that covered her window.

You pointed to it, a confused look on your face, "What's that?"

She blushed, embarrassed. "Oh, yeah- I don't have curtains," she explained, making you giggle. "Hey, don't laugh!" She exclaimed, walking up towards you.

"Sorry," you covered your hand with your mouth.

She bit her lip, now standing only inches away from you. Your laughter soon died down as you got lost in the act of looking into her eyes. Time seemed to slow down, and all you could think about was how pretty she was.

"Can I kiss you?" She whispered into the silence, her eyes looking hazy.

"Yes," you whispered back, leaning up to her.

She slowly connected your lips, and you had to stop yourself from moaning at the feeling. This kiss felt different than all the other ones you've had. It was like a spark shot through both of your bodies, passion coursing through you.

Paige pulled away with furrowed eyebrows, giving you a look that read: 'You feel that too?'. In response, you kissed her again. The kiss was more passionate this time, both of you eager to get more of that electric feeling.

Her hands roamed your body, landing on your hips. Meanwhile, you held her face, your thumbs caressing her soft skin. Everything felt euphoric as Paige's tongue poked at your lips, asking for entry. Giving her what she wanted, you parted your lips, relishing the way her tongue explored your mouth.

Growing tired of this position, Paige grabbed onto your thighs. Lifting you up and wrapping your legs around her waist. She turned around, walked over to her bed, and set you down. Standing up straight, she pulled her shirt over her head before climbing on you. Wasting no time, she reconnected your lips and shoved her knee between your legs.

"Paige!" You gasped, your back arching at the friction.

"Mhm," she hummed in response, kissing your jawline.

"I need you," you moaned.

"I can tell," she smirked, pulling away from the nape of your neck to look at you.

"Do something about it then," you huffed, taking off your shirt to show how serious you were.

Her eyebrows shot up at your actions. "Ok," she smiled, unclasping your bra.

She immediately latched onto your boob, sending a shiver up your spine. Her mouth worked quickly, her tongue flicking over your nipple occasionally. Her free hand soon started kneading your other breast, and you felt like you were about to explode. You were sure the whole building could hear you, but you didn't care. All you knew was that you wanted more.

You reached down to unbutton your pants, fiddling with the material. Paige ceased her actions, looking down to see what you were doing.

"Want me to take those off?" She asked.

"Mhm," you whined, nodding your head.

You bit your lip as you watched her slide them down your legs, your whole body shaking with anticipation. Before she could go any farther, you tugged on her sports bra, needing to see more of her body.

Understanding what you wanted, she took it off and threw it somewhere. Barely getting to see her chest, she grabbed onto your torso and hoisted you up farther on the bed. Standing up one last time, she removed her pants, revealing her black underwear.

She bit her lip as she laid on her stomach, her face only inches away from your cunt. She started sucking your clit through your panties, and you nearly lost it.

She then began placing open-mouthed kisses all over your inner thighs. Gently biting down at your sensitive skin every once in a while. The sensation somehow felt good at the moment, and you were positive it was the alcohol making you feel that way. Placing one last kiss on your stomach, she hooked her fingers on the waistband of your underwear.

"I'm gonna take these off now, ok?" She spoke, coming back up to your face.

"Please do," you begged, causing her to let out a breathy laugh.

She placed a sweet kiss on your lips as she took them off. And you felt so safe and comfortable under her touch. Breaking the kiss, she leaned back to examine your completely naked body. "You're beautiful," she said, her eyes flickering up to yours.

Your face reddened, and you couldn't stop the small smile that appeared. "Thank you," you whispered.

She matched your soft smile, pressing her lips against yours again. The kiss didn't last long as she slid a finger up and down your pussy, pressing on your clit. Your mouth fell agape, and all your words stuck in your throat. She maintained eye contact with you as she swirled your wetness around.

All the other times you've had sex, you've felt embarrassed. Wanting to hide the facial expressions and sounds you made. But with Paige, you wanted her to see and hear all of you. So, you let a string of moans and curse words escape your mouth. Earning lots of praise from Paige.

"Good girl, let me hear you," she whispered, her hot breath tickling your skin.

You almost came at her words, and her inserting one of her long fingers inside of you didn't help. You exhaled, looking down at her hand as she moved in and out of you. Her pace quickened, and you found your hips moving to the rhythm of her finger.

"Go faster," you commanded, your hands reaching to scratch Paige's back.

She did as you asked, adding another finger as well. At the same time, she started kissing your neck again. Finding your sweet spot and adding to your pleasure.

She was fingering you harder and faster now, the bed moving with the amount of force she was putting into it. You could feel your walls tighten as you got closer to finishing. Paige made her way down your body. Kissing your boobs and stomach before reaching your soaking center. She knew you were close, and she planned to send you over to the edge by attaching her mouth to your clit.

Her plan worked, and you screamed her name as you gripped her hair. You felt completely out of control, the sheer amount of pleasure coursing through you. Waves of pleasure surged through you as you released all into Paige's mouth and hand. You took a deep breath as you came down from your high, now exhausted.

You expected Paige to stop, but she kept on going as if you didn't just orgasm. Your breathing picked up again as Paige kept on fingering you and flicking her tongue over your clit.

"Paige, please!" You exclaimed, becoming overstimulated.

"Do you want me to stop?" Paige asked, her cold breath hitting your cunt.

Your heart felt like it was about to burst, and your senses were completely overloaded. But it felt too good for it to end yet.

"No," you shook your head, tears brimming your eyes.

"Ok, just one more time then baby," she responded, her free hand pressing down onto your stomach.

You gripped onto her hair harder as you felt yourself cumming again. Your mouth opened in a silent scream, all sounds and words getting stuck in your throat. It was almost painful how good you were feeling, and this was by far the best orgasm you had ever had.

Paige pulled out of you, lapping up the cum that spilled out of you. You were sensitive and sore, but it felt good. So you let her, stroking her hair as she did so.

Coming back up to you, she pressed her lips against yours, groaning into the kiss. "You did so good, baby," she commented, pulling away to look into your eyes.

A blush coated your cheeks, and you found it hard to look into her eyes. "You did so good," you replied.

She smiled, proud of herself. "Yeah?"

You bit your lip as you rolled over on top of her, now straddling her waist. "Mhm," you hummed, tucking her hair behind her ear.

You looked at her admiringly, getting a good look at her body for the first time. Your eyes trailed over her small but full breasts, her pink nipples hard. Satisfying your urges, you reached up to touch them. Watching the way Paige's eyebrows pinched together as you kneaded her boobs. She inhaled, her hands holding onto your hips.

Next, you looked at her toned stomach and smooth legs. If she wasn't a basketball player- she could be a model.

Scooting further down, you fisted the material of her underwear. Looking up to her for permission before sliding them down her muscular legs. You decided against teasing her, knowing she worked hard and deserved to feel good. Yet, you couldn't help your need to place kisses all over her boobs and stomach. But once you finished, you settled yourself between her thighs.

Her eyes shone with desperation as she looked down at you, making you even more eager. Your tongue spread her folds, and you hooked your arms under her thighs. Attaching your mouth to her clit, she let out a satisfying groan, her heels digging into your back.

Becoming more aggressive with your actions, you flicked your tongue over her clit. She whimpered, her hands cradling your head. Her breath came out short and fast-paced, her chest heaving with her labored actions.

You moved down to her dripping slit, dipping your tongue in her. Her body tensed, and you watched as she bit her lip, trying her best to stay quiet. Paige's back arched off the back as you used your nose to apply pressure to her clit.

All you could think about was how good she tasted and how heavenly everything felt.

"Y/n," she moaned, sitting up on her forearms.

"Mhm," you hummed, sending vibrations throughout her body.

Her head dropped back, her silky hair cascading down her back. "Shit," she murmured, her voice husky. "Do that again," she instructed.

You hummed again, now using the flat of your tongue to rub her clit. Her legs squeezed around your head, and you could tell she was getting close. You reached up to pinch her nipple, twisting it in a circle. She shut her eyes tightly, your finger coming to tease her entrance.

Hoping it would cause her to finish, you shoved your finger inside of her. Curling it into her g-spot instantly.

She moaned again, "Fuck, right there."

The pace of her breath drastically picked up, and her fingers dug into your scalp. You kept going as best as you could as she came, trying to move your finger and tongue even faster than before. Her face was so expressive, and so were the sounds she made.

Her stomach heaved up and down as she came down from her high. Running her hand through her hair as she tried to catch her breath.

Once you were sure she finished, you crawled back up her body. Her eyes looked tired as she slowly blinked at you. Her arms wrapped around your waist as you straddled her once again. Her hair was messy, her lips swollen, and her body slightly sweaty.

"Thank you," she said, rubbing her hands up and down your side.

You smiled, "Thank you."

She mirrored your grin, pulling you down to lay on her. You nestled your face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her addictive scent. Her fingertips traced patterns on your lower back, her soft breath tickling your ear. Your eyes fluttered, and exhaustion hit you for the second time tonight.

After a while, you felt yourself slip into sleep in Paige's warm embrace.

[heavenmercy]

I never understood why people dont bring Gregory being interested on military stuff more. I remember loving Gregory because of the military aspects of his character.

I had studied War history and Military history for years, it's actually a big part of the things I'm interested in. I mostly specialize on the history of UK and France's side of it in past history. I also study on UK's Airforce during a specific era, the Supermarine Spitfires and Hawker Hurricanes are something I really really love.. And basically put that onto Gregory's interest too.

But anyways I really feel like people should point it out more! Gregory literally leads the revolution so prepared and is canon that he has done stuff like this before.

AND AND LOOK AT THESE LITTLE ARMY FIGURES I know that it's not implied of who own these, but I like to think they're Gregorys since he's the one handling them to tell the plans of where they should go and how the base is set up.

Another thing I found in detail is the song that comes up in the background when Gregory finds the La Resistance's hideout.

(Starts at 0:37)

I know, It might be a stretch, but to me it sounds so familiar (or at least inspired) by army marching music, it defiantly has the tone to it, which is a detail I adore and I never see anyone point it out before I also feel like it makes sense since the setting of the movie is... mostly about military and war themes, Gregory volunteers to be apart of this, defiantly has experience, knows what hes talking about, and has knowledge about it. (Note: He's also literally political about the American government and all the shit going on) And of course he knows Christophe who also very similarly is experienced in those topics too (I mean.. look at him) And the final part, is Gregory of course being inspired by Enjolras (Les Misérables) which is basically about the French Revolution War... (I know its not Military specifically but I really hope you get what Im putting down) I just love the details! I feel like Gregory is defiantly a military interest guy and loves taking charge of something he knows a lot about. I like the headcanon of it and how theres canon parts that can back it up. People kinda ignore it a lot... which is upsetting, since it's such a big part of his character. But of course, I won't put this as something people need to force into their headcanons and face it as 100% fact. I only find it disappointing that it's just a detail that is left neglected and barley even brought up.

(Old art coming in ew)

I remember featuring it on past Gregory artwork ... and I am considering just bringing it up again not only here but in future stuff as well. I dunno, I just wanted to ramble and I hope I had pointed out stuff that you didnt know about before!!

Military Gregory ily, they'll never make me hate you

[ashecampos]

ANYONE BUT HER

Reader x Janis Imi-ike

Warnings - smoking, alcohol, drugs, swearing, cheating, mentions of anxiety.

there will be more parts to this, make sure to reblog and comment and I will get the next few parts up as soon as I can, happy reading lovelies 🫶🏼

“DAMIEN WE HAVE TO HAUL ASS IF WE WANT TO MAKE IT TO THIS GIG” Janis shouts at her best friend as she grabs his car keys and runs to the door leaving her jacket on the stairs. Not a moment goes until her best friend is also running out of the door behind her, shutting it and jumping in his car.

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“For the love of Bowie please tell me one of you guys have a spare pick” I say running onto the stage where my band are setting up for the gig. My brother Aaron looks at me, points at my necklace. A guitar pick hanging from a chain. I dramatically place my hand over the pick and point at him “nuh uh this” I point at the pick “this was dads”. He rolls his eyes and throws me a pick.

I look over at my girlfriend who is talking to our bassist over at the bar, rolling my eyes I place my guitar down and go out back for a quick breather.

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“So Cady what do you know about music?” Damien questions his new neighbour/ future classmate who had only came to the US a month ago. “nothing..but oh I know this really cool African band from my hometown you mig-“ Cady starts talking about Africa as Janis eagerly slaps Damien’s arm, cutting the poor girl off. “Dude look” Janis signals over to y/n after grabbing her two friends’ attention. “who is that?” Cady asks not missing the fact that her new friend is openly eye fucking this random girl whose face is hidden by the cloud of smoke coming from her cigarette. “Oh baby, that right there is the definition of ‘rockstar girlfriend’ also but not limited to hot guitar hero” Damien flails his hands toward the girl in question as Janis just stares. “Oh here we go, doors are open, I repeat lady’s doors are open” he squeals like a little girl going to see a boyband.

Blowing out a cloud of smoke I fiddle with my lighter in my hands, trying to calm my pre show jitters. My mind is somewhere else, as usual. Looking around at the que of people waiting to see us only made my anxiety worse. A warm hand grabs my arm and pulls me back into the venue “dude what the fu-“ shit “cmon we have to be on in five, if your going to be sick do it now and quick” my ever so loving girlfriend states as she drags me to the curtain backstage where the rest of the band is waiting.

One by one we walk out onto the stage.

Aaron goes on first, he’s our drummer and my twin brother. He’s wearing his usual get up of dark blue jeans, a hoodie and a flannel with some airforces.

Then goes Jason, our bassist. Or should I say our token fuck boy. He is wearing black jeans with a white long sleeved polo shirt.

Next is me, the guitar. I’m sporting my favourite black Levi’s, a dark red corset top I was forced against my will to wear by my girlfriend and a leather jacket, my guitar slung around my body so it’s resting on my back. My curly black hair bounces as I walk to my spot of the stage and plugging my guitar into the amp as I sling it around to the front of my body.

Lastly Bea. My girlfriend, our singer saunters out onto stage. She is wearing a black mini dress and heels. She looks plastic. Like a Barbie. She wasn’t like this a few weeks ago. She was just her usual perfect self. But she’s changed.

The crowd goes wild and the lights shine brighter onto us as Bea introduces the band.

The show goes great. Perfect even. We finish our set and the crowd stays, some drifting to the bar a few leaving to catch the late bus home. But a lot stayed to meet the band.

I place my guitar on the stand and straighten Jason’s bass while the rest of the band walk toward the bar, I take a B line towards the exit door, only to be pulled away by my arm. Now I walk to the bar with the rest of them. “What can I getcha baby?” The bartender asks, leaning over the bar a little with a smirk. “Double tequila straight, hold off the rocks and a sex on the beach for the lady please” I say with a smile. “Stop flirting with the sleaze bag of a server” Bea nudges me. “I wasn’t even…never mind” I sigh out, handing Bea her drink and downing my double shot.

We all separate and mingle with the fans. I end up standing in the corner of the room talking to some guys who want tips on how to hold a pick, you know the usual stuff. That’s when I see my girlfriend making out with Jason. I excuse myself and run out of the venue, my breath choppy and my vision blurry. I end up leaning against the stone wall of the bar, tears unknowingly flowing down my face, ruining my makeup.

—

“See I told you these guys were good” Janis shouts over the crowd to state the obvious as the show ends and people start to part ways.

..

The band comes out to cool off with the audience who is left, Janis, Damien and Cady being a group of them. “Holy shit” Janis says under her breath as she watches the singer and the bassist start making out. “Ohh fuck” Damien finishes Janis’ sentiment of shock as they witness the guitar player stumble out of the bar. “should we go see is they are okay?” Cady asks, Janis and Damien put their drinks down as if the question had restarted their brains and placed them back into reality. The group then follow the girl outside where they find her sat in the floor against the brick wall, her knees up to her chest, hands covering her face.

“Cady go find Aaron, drummer boy and let him know his sister is a mess but to not to worry, Damien go make sure singer or bassist does not come out here” Janis quickly springs into action.

—

She cheated, she fucking cheated with our bassist. Does she even know that I saw? Would she even care? I can’t believe that she che- “hey, is it okay if I touch you?” I girls voice breaks me out of my thoughts suddenly. I slowly take my hands away from my face and nod, observing the girl. She’s from my school, I’ve seen her before.

She slowly sits down next to me and takes a hold of my hand. That’s when it hits me. It’s my brother’s girlfriend’s ex. What was her name? Janine? No Janis? Yes Janis. Why was she at our gig? “Your girlfriends a douchebag” she says with a sad smile “you mean my ex girlfriend” i say barley above a whisper, my voice threatening to crack. “hey why don’t you come with me and my friends, we are going back to Damien’s to binge watch crappy VHS films and drink shitty beer. You down pretty girl?” She says reeking of confidence and hope that she can lift my spirits. Shrugging I agree before I am swept off of my feet and into a car with two new people and Janis.

—

Y/N SAMUELS is sat next to me right now. Definitely not something I expected to be saying. She’s like a goddess. She’s worse than plastic, she’s like stained glass. Fragile as fuck but so breathtakingly beautiful. I don’t know much about her but I know I need to have her.

—

I’m sleepy upset and now in a car with two randoms and Janis Imi’ike, not that I’m complaining. She’s really pretty the more I look at her. She rocks a cropped mötley crüe T-shirt with some black baggy jeans and docs. Her style has got to be one of the best I’ve seen even at school she somehow manages to catch my eye in the hallways or in classes. The car comes to a halt and I look at her again, now she is looking back at me with a grin, her hand held out ready for me to take it.

Damien’s basement is really nice, it’s been converted into a makeshift cinema room with two sofas, one of which being a two seater the other being a one seater. “Nice place” I say nodding my head at Damien “why thankyou my new pocket sized lesbian friend” he quips back. “Rude, for your information you’re just freakishly tall” we all laugh a little, his and Cady sit on the two seater while Janis who is still holding my hand guides us to the one seater. Putting a blanket over us to keep us warm she then places her hand on my waist while Damien starts playing a movie. I instantly recognise it as the conjuring 2013. Smiling I look up at Janis and say “it’s like he knew I would end up here tonight” she chuckles and shakes her head.

Never in my life did I think Y/N would be here hanging out with the three of us in Damien’s basement, a week before junior year, watching the conjuring. We are about half way through the movie when she moves so she is laid on top of me straddling my waist and cuddling me, her face nuzzled into my neck. I can smell the alcohol and weed on her but I’m not one to complain. She’s had a really rough night on top of the douchebag cheating on her. The movie eventually ends not that I was taking notice of it as all I could think about was her, I didn’t take my eyes off of her the whole time. Damien stands up from the other couch and I give him a death glare warning him not to wake her up. He smiles and comes over, gently tapping her shoulder, waking her up. “Hey fun sized, wanna play a game with us” he says smirking, I look over at Cady, she too has a shit eating grin on her face. What were they scheming this time? She rubs her eyes and nods a little. “Mh. What game?” She asks a valid question “dare or drink” he goes back to behind the couch and pulls out a cooler full of ice cold drinks. Like a switch has flipped she removes herself from my body. And sits on the floor next to the small coffee table. We all do the same, grabbing drinks and opening bottles. “Cady I dare you to make an Instagram account under the name ‘Caddy Heroin’ and follow the first five people who pop up” I start off strong, to this Cady puts the drink to her mouth and takes a big gulp. Earning a boo from the latter. A few turns go by and Damien turns to me and y/n pointing at us. “You two seven minutes in heaven right now or drink the rest of your bottles” he says with a smirk. Laughing y/n gets up with a stumble and holds her hand out for me. Her bracelets glistening under the dark light, I take her hand and pull her with me to another room in the basement. As soon as the door shuts I place my hands on her waist and push her body trapping her between me and the door.

Maybe I was drunk or maybe it was just the fact that Bea cheated on me but I decided to be reckless. When Damien proposed seven minutes in heaven I decided to take the offer up, Janis pulled me into the next room, pinning me against the door and attacking my lips, then that turned to my neck and I think you know what happened after that, we had Damien knocking on the door declaring we haul our asses out of the supply closet before he comes in and drags us out. Once out of the closet ;) we played a few more rounds before I ended up asleep on Janis again. By 2am we were all asleep.

7am the next day

I wake up to the sound of someone snoring, looking around the room I see Damien and the new girl on the other couch sprawled out, an ungodly sound coming from the boys mouth. Looking up I see Janis Imi-ike my longtime crush and Regina George’s ex girlfriend with her arms wrapped around my waist. I use the fact that everyone is asleep to make my escape. Before leaving I write my number down on a piece of paper and place one of my bracelets on Janis’ wrists.

part 2

[bullet-prooflove]

Crash!Series - Part One: Test Flight

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You’re excited this morning, Manny can tell. It’s in the way you move around his kitchen, the bounce in your step, the smile on your face. He’d love to accredit it to this morning’s activities but he knows better.

This is about flying.

You’re test driving a new chopper today, one that’s been donated to the Search and Rescue team by Nozzle. For them it’s outdated but for SAR it’s an upgrade from the current model they use, they’ve chosen you as a former coast guard pilot to put her through her paces before they accept ‘the gift’.

For Nozzle it’s part of a PR campaign to clear up their image after the debacle with the winery. Faye’s company had taken a huge hit after that fire had gotten out of control, they’ve been trying to claw back their reputation ever since.

Manny hates the thought of you being used like that but the thing is he kind of gets it. There aren’t many female pilots out there, especially not working SAR. It helps that you’re photogenic, which is why the public relations team for Search and Rescue have thrust you into the limelight.

“If it boosts awareness and fundraising for Search and Rescue than I’m happy to do it.” You’d told him after Luke Leone had approached you about it. “I don’t give two shits about Nozzle.”

Faye has offered you a job three times, flying rescue for her concierge firefighting service and each time you’ve turned her down. You’re not interested the privatisation of rescue services, you care about saving people, making sure they get home to their families after the worst day of their lives. Manny’s built the same way. It’s part of the reason he loves you, you feel that calling the same way he does.

“I love this mood on you.” Manny tells you as he places his hands on your hips. Your fingers thread through his hair, drawing him closer and he makes a contented noise in the back of his throat as your fingertips trace over that sensitive space at the nape of his neck. “I love how happy you get when you fly.”

Flying is in your blood, it has been ever since you were a little girl up in your father’s crop-duster in Iowa. He’d been Airforce before he’d retired, so had your grandfather, you’d been all set to follow in their footsteps until a Coastguard recruiter came to your high school. It was love from the very moment you climbed into a chopper. You’d dedicated every aspect of your career working towards that goal and once you’d achieved it you’d never looked back.

“Imagine how excited I’ll be when I get back.” You tease, your lithe body arching against his. “I’ll need a little help working out all that adrenaline.”

You always get a little wild after you’ve been flying, it gives you a thrill you can’t get anywhere else and Manny he always reaps the benefits. The last time he’d picked you up from the hanger you hadn’t even made it home. He’d ended up pulling into a secluded layby because you’d spent most of the journey whispering into his ear and caressing him through his jeans. He’d fucked you in the cab of his truck, the windows steaming up as country music played on the radio.

Your phone chimes and Manny pulls away reluctantly because it’s your calendar reminding you that you have exactly thirty minutes to get to the hanger for preflight photographs.

“I have to go.” You murmur, glancing at the notification before slipping the phone back into your pocket.

“I’ll be listening over the radio. ” He tells you, picking up his coffee mug and leaning back against the counter as he watches you pick up your keys and motorcycle helmet.  “We can celebrate tonight after I get off my shift from Three Rock.”

“I would like that very much Captain Perez.” You say, raising up on your tiptoes so that you can press a soft kiss to his mouth.

“Stay safe out there today.” He whispers, his thumb chasing over the apple of your cheek.

“Always.” You promise before giving him one last kiss for the road.

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[autisticlancemcclain]

this is me asking you about your popstar lance au ‼️

i love u for asking & marry me also.

SO.

lance has an affinity for music.

partially this is canon. but also jeremy shada is a musician so. i KNOW his voice is good and i KNOW he can play bass and guitar and keyboard too i think. basically he’s his own band.

in my head, dicking around on instruments is just smth he’s always done. one time when he’s like twelve he records a christmas song for his mama and she LOVES it, like she shows all her friends, and lance is teased by his older siblings (mamas favourite lol) but veronica notices that he’s quite quietly….happy is not the right word?? the weight that seems to follow him lifts for a while. so she makes some offhandedly comments that damn, patito, as much as ur a goober ur one of the few people whose voice sounds really good when it’s recorded. just to plant the seed u know.

and since lance is like early teens and the youngest and easily manipulated it WORKS, and lance starts actually hesitantly trying to make and record his own music.

of course he’s too insecure and embarrassed to like TELL anybody. (veronica is not a dumbass and can fully see it happening. she just keeps to herself and resolves to find him and be an anonymous fan and never EVER let him find out) and he’s a tv obsessed nerd so he’s like omg i have to have a secret name??so his dweeb ass chooses JAVELIN 😭😭 cause. yknow.

lance.

anyways.

he writes songs as javelin for YEARS and he gets like bo burnham success he goes viral QUICKLY. and he gets a twitter account to have fun with. BUT…he never posts his face. just his music. (and social media presence lol).

anyways i have more details. but i like to imagine lance is in space and the team gets to talking about like pop culture and music and stuff and pidge mentions an artist that she loves, javelin, and lance is like lol do i have news for you.

some other random details:

- as lance gets older his twitter gets more batshit insane ala jaboukie and he gets banned like four times lol

- he does eventually tell veronica. one day he collects a bunch of her pining gay texts and writes a song and asks her to sing it. bc it’s lesbian as hell. she does and it’s one of his most famous (based off a real song i’m obsessed w)

- while he’s away at space someone literally figures out who he is. they connect his disappearance w the disappearance of lance esposita-mcclain, garrison airforce cadet, and their debunking youtube video gets like MILLIONS of views and half of the viewers agree half don’t. it’s this giant conspiracy. first tweet on javelin’s account (made on the lions as they touch down on earth literally the second his phone connects to data lol) after YEARS of total radio silence is a link to the video and the caption “well damn” lol

[darkdarknights]

Jacegan Week - Modern AU

Cregan Stark is the owner of The Winter Wolf, cafe by day and bar by night, located close to the air base where Jacaerys "Skyfyre" Velaryon is stationed. Jace is in the airforce and comes from wealth and a political dynasty. An ace pilot, Jace is an overachiever with a bit of a temper, but plenty of charm. After recently losing his brother Luke (also a pilot) on deployment, he leaves KL and pulling some strings through his family, lands a transfer all the way to Winterfell. Where of course, he meets the Wolf of the North. The regulars aren't much impressed with Jace once they find out what his last name is, but Cregan at least is friendlier even if only because he owns the place and probably has good business sense.

Jace is smitten the very first night he walks in and sees Cregan break up a fight, and a man's jaw for harrassing a young cadet. He tries to find out more about the northman, but comes up empty. People are either ignorant or tight lipped about Stark. Cregan doesn't talk about himself much either, so all Jace knows is that he is a veteran. And that he loves to ride his bike, which Jace has seen him do around town and might have become somewhat obsessed with the man, truth be told. But he will deny it until his dying breath.

Luckily, he is hopeless at suppressing the heart eyes around Cregan and one day Cregan's sister, Sara, takes pity on him and invites him for dinner with the Starks (all two of them as Cregan's lost his wife and son), under the guise of getting to know the new regular. It is here Jace learns that Cregan is ex-special forces, ran a number of covert ops all over the globe, but had to step away after injury that made him unfit for active combat. Jace is humbled by the loss Cregan has gone through, and awed by the strength and dignity with which he carries himself. Cregan laughs when Jace says he hides it well, saying "It's the Northern way. I can repress feelings you haven't even heard of, Jace."

They have a pleasant dinner, talking and drinking well into the night.

Cregan surprises him by saying he's heard some things about him (as he still has a lot of friends and connections still active) which shocks Jace because he wasn't aware Cregan had taken much interest in him beyond their brief interactions at the Winter Wolf. "Now, tell me something, Jace. In addition to being a bigshot pilot, I've heard you were also a big flirt. Now imagine my surprise when I see you in my backyard quiet as a mouse this whole time. You holdin out on us? Or you just don't like the northern stock?"

Jace blushes all over like he's twelve again and Cregan laughs. If only the other man knew how many times Jace has orgasmed to fantasies about him, he would have no doubt about how much Jace likes the, ahem, northern stock.

Jace mumbles out something about being new in town, that he thought he'd keep a bit of a lower profile in Winterfell and hopes that Cregan both probes and doesn't probe further. He doesn't know why he's so hesitant to just put himself out there, Sara practically gift-wrapped it for him, but he likes his routine at the Wolf and is reluctant to lose it if he spooks Cregan even if the man seems nigh-unspookable. He chickens out and switches gears, pulling the conversation into another direction, talking about Cregan's interests: the bike and, having seen a guitar somewhere, music.

It turns out they have a lot in common, and Cregan even DJs on special occasions. Jace excitedly demands that he be allowed to see Cregan in action, to which Cregan replies "I can show you action."

Next week at the Winter Wolf, Cregan quietly hands him something before he leaves. It's an actual cassette, with a handmade label that reads "for Jace 'Skyfyre' Velaryon". He leaves Jace beaming ear to ear, hope alive in his chest. <3

[reallylilyreally]

Fic masterlist

Here be a full accounting of my fic endeavours (ReallyLilyReally on AO3)

Masters of the Air

second string (series) (Canon era, Brady/DeMarco)

nine mothers sons

John Brady should have been a fighter pilot. Or a music teacher. Or anything apart from this.

2. breathe through the bruises

John Brady goes home. He picks his life up. He tries. It's not enough.

3. better than flying

John Brady has everything he needs right in front of him, for the first time maybe ever.

4. in tune, in time

Keeping Johnny steady becomes something Benny does without thinking about it. It’s easy, comes natural, simple. They make a lot of sense, standing next to each other, and most days that’s all it takes.

proximal damage (series) (canon era, Blakely/Douglass, Everett Blakely/Margaret Blakely

at your heels (canon era, canon compliant, Everett Blakely focus, minor Blakely/Douglass)

He's a god. He's a motherfucking bomber pilot. He's a genius with a B-17. He's the king of the god damn world. He's got a fort full of the best men in the airforce, and he's getting them back to England.

He's gonna give them a miracle.

2. at your feet (canon era, James Douglass focus, minor Blakely/Douglass, minor Douglass/Helen)

Jamie Douglass has stopped pretending he isn't in love with his pilot.

It would probably be the thing that killed him, if the Germans weren't definitely going to get there first.

say it (like we're coming for you) (canon era, canon divergent, MotA/BoB crossover, Clegan, Winnix, Winters/Nixon/Talbert, Brady/DeMarco, DeMarco/Speirs)

companion piece to say it (like you'll come back) by @euph0riacc, follows the plot from ch2 from Easy's POV:

What would happen if Bucky got sick during the Stalag march? What would happen if Easy Company were close enough to help?

Band of Brothers

go farther in hope (series) (canon era, multiple ships) (joint project with @escrivoir)

all the strangest things keep happening (Canon era, Winters/Nixon/Talbert) (joint project with @escrivoir)

After Sergeant Floyd Talbert and Lieutenant Lewis Nixon meet for the first time, two things become immediately clear:

1. They're both hopelessly in love with Lieutenant Dick Winters, and they both know it.

2. He will never, ever love either of them back.

The above becomes the fundamental truth of their war, and to give them credit, they make the best of it. For a while, at least.

2. the sound of a soul in tune (canon era, Muck/Penkala/Malarkey)

It's a war story. It's a love story. It's something.

OR

Skip Muck, Alex Penkala and Don Malarkey, Bastogne and beyond.

Pulling heartbreak out of hats (series) (Canon era, Winters/Nixon/Talbert)

Break everything but patterns

If he’s completely honest with himself, Tab thinks the worst thing about Bastogne is that Dick isn’t there enough. It’s also the best thing about Bastogne. Dick doesn’t have to go through it with them.

Tab would follow Dick anywhere, he thinks to himself more than a few times, but he’s very glad that these days Dick isn’t going many places too dangerous. Of course, that just means that Tab’s going dangerous places without Dick to lead him. Tab and everyone else.

2. Like that's something we could be

If he’s completely honest with himself, which he isn’t much, Nix does his best to avoid thinking about Floyd Talbert. He’s got more than enough going on without having to analyse the vague, floating guilt that comes with thoughts of Bunny. He does pretty well ignoring it, and then the idiot nearly drowns and all bets are off.

Alternate POV to 'Break everything but patterns'

3. Moving backwards (just to move forwards)

If they're completely honest with themselves, they've got much bigger problems than whatever just happened in that foxhole, but it doesn't mean they're not still thinking about it, despite everything else.

Follows 'Break everything but patterns' and 'Like that's something we could be' - multiple POV

4. Let's call this the calm

Now they really are being completely honest with themselves. It's all on the table. The war is over and all they have to figure out now is the rest of their lives.

5. A universe that you can live in

There's months to wait, but they've been through worse.

6. Little better than the one

The men they were are an ocean and a continent and a whole god damn war behind them. The men they are now are new, sort of, and everything they fought for is stretched out ahead of them. Some of it's obvious, and some of it is not.

7. Tough luck (Luz/Speirs)

It's not like George Luz had anything better to be doing, once the war was over, than following various members of his company backwards and forwards across the country. He's a paratrooper, he goes where he's needed.

In the desert again (series) (AU - Iraq War, Winnix)

A compass and a weapon

It's a three-day mission. Simple, straightforward, over in 52 hours or less, and then Nix will be back, in camp, safe and sound, with a man who's refusing to admit is in love with him, and 100-odd paratroopers, most of whom are placing bets on the outcome of this little melodrama. It should have been nothing. Should have been simple, straightforward, over in 52 hours or less. That's not what happens.

2. Cannot win this war

There is something surreal about the way the tour continues once they have Nixon back. It feels like his return should be the end of it, that now they’ve retrieved him they should all be heading back stateside. They’re not.

The Man on the Mountain (Canon era, gen)

If you look at it closely, this isn't actually just Leibgott's story, or Webster's. No one seems to realise that.

Once upon a time, three men drove a truck up a hill to kill a bad man.

The Pacific

If you try sometimes you just might find (series) (AU - Iraq War, Hilldane, Sledgefu)

The Long Roadtrip Home

The phone rings one night, and peace and quiet has to wait. No Marine left behind.

2. Beyond the usual

In the end, they don't share the details. It might be an epic love story, but it's theirs, and there's something sacred about it, after all that.

3. We are trying to accomplish something

OR: The Jones-Haldane guide to not letting your epic love story kill your boys

4. Nice day for a

When the crisis is over, the AAR is finished, and the Epic Love Story has been laid bare, there are things to be done. Some of those things include weddings.

5. Waylaid

Sledge writes a letter. He never gets a real answer, not one written down, but it doesn't seem to matter.

Companion to The Long Roadtrip Home