#Class 805

[macography]

First post of many! Didn't think I was going to make this blog but much like my profile pic it was something that occurred spontaneously. I was exploring Conwy Castle and wasn't expecting to see an Avanti Class 805 coming through that day! Expect to see more pics from Conwy soon!

[rhyzvee]

[ 24/11 - early morning class 153 drive w/ class 805 ] British Railways - Roblox

Sometimes, driving on a fictional railway is calming. Shuttle service running from Longbow to a single-line branch Fayre.

#trains #railway #gaming #roblox #railwaysimulator #class153 #class805 #class80x #sunrise

<08/12 IG>

[national-rail]

See pinned for more info on the tournament, see below for more info on trains.

Class 805 "AT300/Evero"

Current Operation: Unelectrified West Coast Mainline services.

Class 222 "Meridian"

Current Operation: Midland Mainline services.

Former Operation: East Coast Mainline services between London and Hull

Class 319

Current Operation: None (Scrapped/Converted to Class 769 and prototypes)

Former Operations: Thameslink services, Brighton Mainline services, commuter services out of London Euston and local electric services around Manchester and Liverpool.

Class 73

Current Operation: Caledonian Sleeper services, maintenance trains and shunting.

Previous Operation: Various freight duties and Gatwick Express services

[tutuntuntuinen]

Best Fics 2024 edition

I read 57 fics last year, transferred to a traditional book pages, it's over 10 000 pages. And yes, it's all ✨Ineffable Husbands✨. I have a catalogue and I mark and rate all fics I read. And here are my favourites from 2024!

(See all the tags and warnings from AO3 page, fic names are links to AO3.)

stalwart sun, wily moon by @dustandhalos (Heist AU) Rated M, Words 369 969 My comment: They are both working with art, Aziraphale fixes the antiques, Crowley steals it. I read this 2 times last year, it is my all time favourite. I will read it again this year. Yes, it's a long one, but it is so wholesome and it has everything (not smut though). It broke my heart and fixed it later and nurtured my soul. I'm a fan.

Mon Horrible Chéri by @mrghostrat Rated E, Words 39 954 My comment: They are teachers and they go to Paris with a whole class. They hate each other! Enemies to lovers and so delicious. My favourit part is this small scene from the theatre (minor spoilers): "The air swept out of Aziraphale’s lungs and he stared blankly at the stage. He couldn’t hear a thing for all the blood suddenly rushing to his ears, boiling from the heat that exuded from Crowley’s thigh. It didn’t move, didn’t bounce. Just sat there, flushed against his own, positioned knee to knee and thigh to thigh, securely and intentionally." Like... that's... someones knee touching yours but Ghostrat makes it the whole world! Also the illustrations are soo good!

Big Name Feelings by @mrghostrat (Fandom AU) Rated E, Words 103 997 My comment: Another one from Ghostrat. "Crowley is a BNF fic writer, and Aziraphale is a lurking artist who might be just a little parasocially in love with him." This, too, is so well written and also with lots of illustrations and custom emojis.

Anthony J. Crowley, Retired Demon and Airbnb Superhost by TheOldAquarian (@darkpurpledawn) Rated G, Words 3 027 My comment: This fic is basicly a review section of Crowleys Airbnb apartment, which is in Mayfair and has a lot of house plants and frequent angel like visitor. It is HILARIOUS! "Don’t post a close-up picture of that statue of the two angels, Instagram WILL remove it." Pray For Us, Icarus by Atalan (@brightwanderer) Rated G+T, Words 67 805 (Parts 1-7) My comment: This is a heart breaking story and it's so good and well written. "For three centuries, Crowley has been reincarnated over and over as a human with no memory of his past. Aziraphale has tried to find a way to restore him to his true self, but all he seems to do is hurt them both. This time, he only means to steal a brief moment when he walks into Crowley's flower shop. But Crowley can't let it go…"

What We Make of It (Shotgun Wedding) by @charlottemadison42 Rated E, Words 213 340 My comment: Crowley is Adam's guardian and Aziraphale is Adam's English teacher. Our heroes meet and you know what happens. But because their jobs, there are legal issues and they can't have a romantic relationship. So what to do? Panic, angst, be recless! Great story with all the kids and other characters.

Or Be Nice by @charlottemadison42 Rated E, Words 151 368 My comment: "A human AU in which Aziraphale is a bookseller, Crowley is a drummer, and they are both petty disasters in the worst/best way." Also they are neighbours. This is so FUN!! And also sweet. The pranks they make each other are delightful!

Slow Show by mia_ugly (@mia-ugly) / Podfixx (@podfixx) Rated E, Words 95 505 My comment: I have listened the podfic by Podfixx two times last year. Slow Show is a whole story with our favourite heroes who are co-stars of a popular television program. I love when the characters have a past and it shows and it affects everything they do. It makes the story go deep. I love this!

sanctuary by @moonyinpisces Rated T, Words 22 635 My comment: "Whatever’s happened, Aziraphale doesn’t like it. Change. Such a dreadful invention. (One of Crowley’s, undoubtedly)." This fic has so many things I can't even remember all the things I loved in it (I should read it again!). I think the biggest thing was that it triggered my religious trauma some how and the way Aziraphale had to deal with all the things made in the name of Christianity. And still he could love and be loved.

We Only Said Goodbye with Words, I Died A Hundred Times by ras_elased Rated E, Words 9 333 My comment: This is a hurricane of dialogue and emotions. It was (checks the catalogue) february, when I read this, so I can't remember too much (should re-read). But after reading this I was so impressed it made it's way in this list!

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There were also other great fics! If you are interested in my lists, you can contact me. I'm very open to fic recommendation exhange! There are great fics from year 2023 which are not mentioned here, but are superfabulous!

[network-rail]

I mean @national-rail did forget to include the Class 98's so we do need to figure out which steam loco is the best somehow

debating doing a bracket poll for the BR standard steam locomotives (+potentially anything br rebuilt) .. is that something people would like to see?

there's not many standards so it's basically a shorter version of @national-rail's (go follow btw) best rolling stock bracket. would probably be a series of 1v1s rather than 4 up against eachother though?

[fandom-imagines-stories]

Even Serial Killers Sleep

Mickey Altieri x Reader

Words: 805

Summary: Being the only solace for a man with murderous tendencies isn’t alway easy, but for you, it’s worth it. 

Notes: Nothing to see here. *cough* Just move along. (Look, I’ve accepted my obsession with him at this point. Let me write my little psycho fluff pieces.)

More 80s/90s movie imagines: HERE

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Okay, maybe you should have been asleep. 

No, you definitely should have been asleep. It was almost four in the morning and you had class in just a few hours. 

You had tried, of course. But no matter how long you laid in your bed, staring up at the ceiling, the streetlights outside casting shadows off your blinds like the cucoloris of old noir films, you just couldn’t get your brain to shut the fuck up and turn off. 

When you heard the quiet click of your apartment door open and close, any drowsiness that might have crept into your wired mind dissipated with a shot of adrenaline. 

You lived alone. 

Your hand reached for the kitchen knife your boyfriend told you to keep by your bed, knocking your alarm clock off the nightstand in the process. The plastic device clattered to the floor, a chunk of the corner cracking off and spitting across the room. 

“Shit,” you winced. 

Footsteps creaked just outside your door. Your heart pounded in your chest. The doorknob turned slowly. You held the knife out in front of you with a trembling hand, ready to cut down whatever psycho was on the other side. 

The door swung open, revealing black boots, dark-wash jeans, and a t-shirt covered in blood. 

You let the knife fall to your side with a sigh of relief. 

“Oh, it’s just you.”

Mickey’s shoulders fell. “Just you? I just killed two co-eds and all you have to say is it’s just you? What the fuck, babe?”

“Sorry,” you giggled, standing on your toes to kiss him on the cheek, “I just thought you were, well, a serial killer.” 

“Honey,” his Cheshire cat grin made your stomach flutter, “I am a serial killer.” 

You put your hands on your hips. “Well, are you here to kill me or  go to sleep?”

He frowned, kissed your forehead, and slipped past you into the bedroom. He took off his boots and looked ready to climb under the covers. 

“Ah ah,” you exclaimed with a scolding glare. You pointed to his bloodstained t-shirt. “Not on the bed, please, baby.” 

Mickey grabbed onto the back collar and pulled it over his head. He tossed it into the trash to be burned later. He stripped to his boxers and fell back onto the bed. 

“Happy?” He snarked. 

“Thank you.” You smiled and jumped in beside him.

Mickey pulled you up against his bare chest, arms locking around you like he didn’t want to let go. You pressed your lips to his collarbone. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” 

He shrugged. “Eh. It was kinda boring. Too easy. When the one went to get beer, she even said ‘I’ll be right back.’ I mean, that’s breaking the biggest rule of all horror movies.” 

“I’m sure that’s what she was thinking when you stabbed her.” 

He craned his neck to look at you. “Are you making fun of me?” 

“...” You walked your fingers up his sternum. “No.” 

Hands gripped your hips and in one swift motion, you were on your pack with a pair of dark, menacing eyes hovering over yours while his body pinned you down. 

You probably should have been scared, with images of his hand, which now gripped your wrist, taking a blade and killing your classmates. But you just weren’t. Craziness and all, he was your Mickey. And he knew that better than anyone. 

His lips crashed into yours, fueled by frustration at first, but then morphing into something sweeter. Soft. He wasn’t that way with anyone but you. When he pulled away, you tried to hold back a yawn. Unfortunately, it didn’t work. 

“Maybe we should-” Yawn. “Get some sleep,” you said. 

Mickey curled up beside you with his head on your stomach, tracing lines over the fabric of your nightshirt- which was one of his stolen t-shirts. 

“Why aren’t you afraid of me?” He asked. 

You ruffled his brown hair and smirked. “Because if you were going to kill me, you would have by now.” 

He pouted his lips, crawling his way back to yours. He nipped at your neck and spoke with that slight whine you couldn't help but smile at. 

“Maybe I’m building up to it.” 

You tugged on his hair slightly, making him bite a little bit harder. 

“I’ll keep that in mind.” 

Mickey looked up at you, his usual goofy grin returning. “When you least expect it.” He jabbed his fingers into your sides, making you squeak. 

“Mickey!” You squealed. 

He switched off the light with his best mock-evil laugh. You rolled on top of him, legs on either side of his hips. 

“Who’s the helpless victim now?” You challenged. 

He sat up, flipping you onto your back once again with impressive speed. “Try again?” 

“Please don’t kill me, mister Ghostface,” you teased. 

“That’s what I thought,” he smirked. 

So much for getting some sleep. 

[mastermindmiko]

Mr. Head boy

Pairing: Tom riddle + reader

Word count: 805

Summary: Tom is sick

Warnings: sickness and OOC tom

Hey! If you think this didn't completely suck, feel free to check out my masterlist.

When Malfoy told me that Tom wasn't going to his classes today I wasted no time before going to my boyfriend's dorm. Tom, my tom, Mr. academic achiever and head boy missing classes, and especially this close to example season, something had to be wrong.

I walk into the room and I was greeted with the sound of Tom blowing his nose. He was covered in several blankets and he had a box of tissues next to him. Tom threw the tissue into the bin quickly. And he smiled weakly when he saw me. He said "Hello, darling."

He sounded congested and I pouted, raising a hand to my chest, I said, "Oh, honey, Are you alright?

"Yes." He said, but I smiled not believing him one bit. I replied, "But you don't look all right."

"Well, I am." he said, firmly. He folded his arms over his chest and he frowned. I take a few steps closer and he raises his hands in front of him to stop me. He warns, "Don't come any closer."

"Why not?" I ask even though I already know. He frowns again at me noticing my intentions. He grumbles, "Because I hate you, and I don't want to be near you."

"Okay." I say, unconvinced and smiling because it truly was a sight to see. Tom with a red nose curled up in blankets still acting stubborn.

"You have a fever." I say, noticing him burning up against the back of my hand. He says, "Impossible."

"I'm not sick!" He mumbles then coughs. My smile was getting too wide by then. I retort, "Was that another symptom of your sickness?"

I press a quick kiss to his forehead then turn to leave. Tom grabs my wrist to stop me and pouts, "Where are you going?"

"To tell the head girl to get someone else to do your rounds." I explain, no way was Tom going to be able to walk around the castle in the cold, tonight. He frowns, "But I'm head boy."

"I know, but you're also a sick head boy who should not get out of bed."

"I'm not sick!" Tom says, and I roll my eyes. I lean down to press a quick peck to his lips but he puts his hand on his mouth, eyes wide, shaking his head. He shouts, "You can't kiss me, I'm sick."

"I thought you were fine." I tease, feigning a pout. He glares at me, and I can't help the chuckle that escapes my mouth. I head to the door and Tom says, "Don't be long."

"I won't." I say then leave. I find Malfoy with the rest of his friends and tell him to tell the head girl about Tom being sick and to find someone who can do his rounds instead. I head back as quickly as possible and Tom beams when he sees me return. I tease, "Happy to see me?"

"Very." Tom says, and he closes the book that he had on his lap. I frown at Tom's words, he's never been one for being overtly affectionate even if no one was around. The book he had was a spell book and I roll my eyes. Only Tom would study while being this sick. I scold, "Tom, you shouldn't be studying while you're sick."

"I wasn't. I just found a useful spell." Tom grins, and I bring out a small case from under his desk where he keeps all the pills and things he needs when I get sick since I do get sick quite frequently. I ask, "What is it?"

"I'll use it on you so you can't get sick."

"Really?" I ask, I bring out a couple tea bags, and conjure up some water then heat it. I place it on his desk and point to it, as a silent way to say 'drink up'. I then bring out a couple of pills that should help this fever go away faster. Tom replies, "Well, it's only temporary, but we can keep casting it as long as you're with me."

"I think that's a great idea." I say and Tom uses the spell on me, and it makes me feel weird, tingly some how. As soon as he's done with the spell, he grabs my arm and pulls me with him to bed. I giggle at his antics. Those pills must be making him feel all sorts of things because a normal Tom would never do this.

"Thank you." He mumbles, and he pulls me under the sheets with him. He wraps his arms around me, and presses a kiss to my head. I smile against his chest and pull him closer. The pills must be making him drowsy too because in a few seconds I hear him start snoring and his breath evens out.

[heeseungismymanz]

PLAY WITH ME AND ILL PLAY WITH YOU

Fuck off

Mentioning: Both act like children while bullying,Masturbations,Unprotected Sex,Sex toys,Pet names(Princess and babygirl,slut,etc.),Fingering,Throat Fucking,Spanking,I dont really remember what else :/ MDNI

Pairing: Bully!Heeseung x Bully!Reader

"-Walks in on you fingerings yourself- Want me to play with you?"

Taglist: @nikiswifiee @rayofsunshineeee @satosugumyfuckingbeloveds @starl0ver4 @yohanabanana @sushimilks @jakeswifez @qpoopi3

Comment tg for taglist!

"Play with me and ill play with you" Part 1

"Ew, imagine needing makeup!" Heeseung said watching you apply your blush at your locker. "Shut the fuck up asshole! And get out my way." You said while shoving him THE FUCK out of your way. "Damnnnn Y/N you good?" Yunjin said. "Just hoeseung being a bitch again" you said while rolling your eyes. "Whatever let's get to class before we're late." Yunjin said while grabbing you and started walking.

"And while I asign your part-" "Sorry I'm late miss" Heeseung said while rushing in. You and yunjin tried not to laugh but still ended up laughing as you were watching funny and stupid reels on your phone. "Hey you two! Yunjin and Y/N what are you doing?!" "Ohh uhm....." you said nervously while looking at Yunjin. "Detention both of you!" She said shouting even tho she was only 10 foot away from you. "As I was saying here's the pairs yunjin and keeho, beomgyu and yunjin, hyein and jungwon, jake and niki, jay and wonhee, yunah and sunghoon, sunoo and wonyoung and lastly heeseung and Y/N." You roll your eyes and side eye yunjin without making another noise before you get another detention.

*Time skip*

"Hey Y/N" You somehow didn't hear him. "Y/N!" Heeseung yells before pulling your hair. "What the fuck heeseung!What's your problem?" "I'm trying to do the fucking science project now meet me at my house at 9 I'll text you my location" he says while handing you his phone so you can write your number in it. "Fine" you say while typing it in then shoving him out the way so you can then go to your next period.

Heeseung and YN text:

805 xxx xxx: Y/N?

Y/N: yeah Heeseung?

805 xxx xxx: here's the address for the project 1009 Riverside St.

Y/N: thanks.

You kind of wished for him to say something more but he didn't so you just saved his number as "hoeseung"

*Timeskip end of school*You nervously get in the taxi as your realized your going to THE LEE HEESEUNGS house. As you arrived you saw a MASSIVE garden and a HUGE mansion. You got out of the taxi and texted him that you were waiting.*opens the door* "Finally I was fucking waiting!" He says while rolling his eyes.

"Do you want anything to drink?" He says tapping his legs. Clearly more polite and nervous then at school.You reply with a small shake to indicate a no. He then gets up and says "okay well I'm gonna make Ramen for us so you can't stay in my room" he says while pointing to a door, which you assume is his room.

And it's LUXORIOUS. Simple but big. A little bit tired you lay on the bed.You get bored and start scrolling on the internet. You see a recommended app. Pornhub??? You heard of it but never used it. Out of curiosity you clicked it. You played one video and started getting horny. You remember your sex toys in your bag and bring out a vibrator. You set it to the highest mode with a flick. You insert it into your pussy and start fingering your clit. You start humping his black sheeted pillow. And that's when you start cumming on the pillow staining it. You hear a voice say "Want me to play with you?" and look up to see Lee Heeseung staring at you.

PART 2???

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[guzmagang]

pokemon violet notes for anyone who wants to read:

Uva Academy was founded 805 years ago in the timeline of Violet

Professor Turo was the one who discovered why pokemon terrastalize and how to hone it with the tera orb

Area Zero has always existed in Paldea

Paldea used to be an empire that combined into one territory, becoming Paldea

The Violet Book was penned by an explorer named Heath who was one of the explorers sent by the paldean king

Paldea has been an empire turned region for 2000 years

Director Clavell has only been director for a year and half, hence why he wasn't able to address the bullying at the school before team star was formed, as team star was founded and birthed a year and a half before the story.

Arven is a humanities student, penny is a STEM student, and player character and Nemona are in general studies.

The Uva Academy building is also 805 years old, as it has simply been updated and renovated as opposed to rebuilt, hence it's appearance.

Biology class is Pokemon Biology class

Director Clavell was on the team with Turo that discovered terrastilzation

Jacq worked at the same facility as Clavell pre-teacher era

Jacq was a pokemon researcher. He developed the pokedex app pre-teacher era

When you pass a midterm and final exam, Psyduck at the receptionist desk will jump up and down for you.

At night in the academy, Psyduck is swapped with Gengar.

[corner-stories]

Grad schoolAU! fuzzy socks and slippers

Winter Vibes ❄

805 words. (ao3.)

It’s approximately one hour before midnight when Mikasa finally gets to bed, albeit with her laptop tucked underneath her arm. She kicks off her otter slippers and climbs in, fuzzy socks and all. She settles underneath the blankets until her back is resting against the headboard, doing her best to not disturb the other person occupying the space. Once she’s sitting comfortably and cozily, she reaches for her glasses on the nightstand — a new addition to her life ever since she got sick of contacts — and opens her laptop. 

Jean remains asleep the whole time, snoring lightly as she checks her email. With their date night far behind them by now, it’s time to return to the real world. 

The messages currently cluttering her inbox are nothing out of the ordinary — there are a few emails from her advisor regarding her thesis proposal and quite a few from students in the freshman biology class who don’t understand that uni classes don’t take attendance, meaning that they have no obligation to explain their absences with a doctor's note. She filters through messages and sets a reminder to reply to a few in the morning when she’s a little more rested and a lot more caffeinated. 

Once she has less than an hour before she should really get some sleep, Mikasa goes through some messages that are decidedly less important than the ones currently clogging up her work email. She deletes promotions from a pilates studio she visited six years ago and unsubscribes from a mailing list she signed up for when attempting to get twenty-percent off a book she can’t even remember the title of. 

When it’s all said and done, Mikasa glances aside. As to be expected, Jean is still asleep — his face pressed into his pillow, his long limbs awkwardly sprawled in every direction, and his shaggy hair a glorious mess. She thinks of the night he so lovingly treated her to, starting from when he picked her up from campus and held her hand the entire metro ride, only letting go when they finally arrived at some upscale bistro in Old Montreal. It’s hard to hate the little sprinkle of snowfall when Jean’s touch is so warm. It’s nights like these where she’s thankful for his insistence that they keep up some semblance of work-life balance, where he’ll encourage her to put down her phone and simply enjoy the time they have together, as limited as it is. 

When Mikasa closes her laptop and puts it and her glasses on her nightstand, she thinks of the day lying ahead. Instead of pondering her usual fate of spending all her time in the lab with maybe an hour to herself at some off-campus cafe, she thinks of what Jean will be up to. He had mentioned something over dinner about being swamped with TA duties, far more than he’s used to due to having another class suddenly thrust on his plate. As interesting as it is to assist in an architectural sketching class, the fact that Jean’s doing so for a marginal increase in pay is concerning. No wonder he was so keen to enjoy the night with her, as the semester ahead of him will be more busy than usual. 

With everything in mind, Mikasa turns off the lamp on her nightstand and settles into bed. Outside their window their little part of the city feels as quiet as it can get — even if the bustle of traffic isn’t as loud as it could be, it’s hard to ignore the sound of moving trains in the distance. They’ve been in this unit for months and Mikasa still prefers it to where she used to live. Pointe-Saint-Charles simply has a different feel from the flat she once shared with Sasha in the Plateau. She’s never been able to pinpoint why, but as of now she guesses that it might have something to do with how easily she can fit herself against Jean. 

She adjusts her position against his, prying herself underneath one of his arms until her face is on his chest. She breathes in his scent — an earthly aroma that reminds her of both freshly cut wood and the first rain after summer. Jean stirs as she moves him but doesn’t protest her touch. His eyes remain closed as he invites her in, his arms snaking around her shoulders so he can hold her close. 

“Hello there,” he mumbles, his husky voice tickling her ear. He kisses her hair, then her forehead before sighing and relaxing once more. 

Mikasa smiles, her face obscured. She’s tempted to say something, anything, yet the warmth of the bed and the quiet hum of cars outside is already beginning to lull her to sleep. She doesn’t know how much time passes before slumber takes her once more. 

[infin1ty-garden]

hi, i’d like to submit for the 100 followers celebration this bouquet for jill roberts : CAMELLIA, EDELWEISS (5 times jill attempted to/almost killed reader, and one time she realized she simply couldn’t bring herself to do it), IVY

JUST A GAME THAT CAN'T BE WON

.ೃ࿐ summary: camellia - mutual pining, edelweiss - 5 + 1 of (you choose) & ivy - friends to lovers .ೃ࿐ pairing: jill roberts x gn! reader .ೃ࿐ warnings: murder, causing injury & guns .ೃ࿐ word count: 805 .ೃ࿐ author note: kind of forgot how to count and not exactly like the request. i hope you enjoy it nonetheless

masterlist.

This was the plan. You had to die inorder for the plan to work. It was perfect you dying in the school bathroom, an homage. Jill hid in one of the stalls. Waiting for the perfect moment. You entered, wanting to freshen up before class. The whole school was on edge after the murder of Jenny Randall and Marnie Cooper. Has the killer really come back?

One of the stall door opened, hitting the next one. Ghostface walked out. "Haha, funny joke! Kirby!" They pulled out a knife. Not Kirby. You scream for someone to help you. Ghostface hit you. You punched them back. Ghostface doubled over as you made a run for it. They stabbed your shoulder. You managed to leave the bathroom.

The police and your classmates arrived soon after. The principal sent everyone home for the day. You were admitted into the hospital. Your friends arrived as soon as they could along with your parents. You had to answer a lot of questions by the police. Once they were done, you grew tired. Visiting hours ended, you were alone. Two police officers were stationed at your door.

Incase ghostface tries something before you're discharged. You were fast asleep when the attack happened. She'd taken care of the police officers. Now, she was right in front of your door. You looked so peaceful. She can't do this. She didn't know how she could before. You were her friend but she had to finish the plan. She opened the door. You were so cute. The knife in her hand.

She was right above you. One, two, three, NOW! But her hand didn't move. She couldn't move it like a powerful force was keeping her in place. She left.

[ ... ]

Dewey had arranged better security after the second time ghostface tried to kill you. Jill seemed to be sticking to you like glue. The rest of your friends in contrast grew distant. Probably not wanting to be on ghostface's chopping block. You spent most of your time home, watching movies or shows or anything to entertain yourself. You were as safe as you could be.

"Stop moping and let's do something," Jill was insistent on getting you out of the house. "I can't, you know this. My home, my cell." She was stubborn and convinced you to go to the stabaton. "Is this a good idea?" She ignored you as the first movie started. You'd forgotten your drink in the car and left to go get it. As you made your way you were pulled into an empty car. Ghostface covering your mouth.

Preventing you from screaming. You tried getting away but it was no use. Right as they were going to plunge the knife into you. Jill appeared knocking them out. "Let's go!" She grabbed your hand and you ran to her car. She booked it out of there. "Are you okay? Do we need to go to the hospital?"

"No, I'm fine." Still when you stopped, a street away from your house. She made sure to check for any wound. Scared you would lie to her. She was gonna kill Charlie. "You're okay. You're okay. You'r-" She kept repeating it over and over. She wouldn't let go of you. You sat there for a few minutes just embracing each other. Her hold finally let up and she drove you home.

Insisting she'd be the one to explain what happened to your parents. They got mad at you understandably. It wasn't the best idea you've ever had and your parents kicked her out. As she was the one to convince you to go to the stabaton. She was so doomed. She was in love with you. She knows that but Charlie would kill her. Is she willing to risk everything for you?

[ ... ]

It's been only 16 hours since the last time ghostface attacked you. Jill refused to talk to you. So, two police officers drove you to her house. Jill's mom welcomed you in. You made your way to her room. "Hey! I was getting worried. You weren't answering your texts." She was on her bed, not looking at you. "You're ignoring me?"

You were in front of her now. Still not looking. You grabbed her face. Only now did she look at you. "I'm sorry for everything. I love you."

What? She is in love with you? What is she sorry for? She kissed you. You felt something pressed up against the side of your head. You pulled away. "Don't scream. Don't move," it was a gun. "What are you doing?" Tears fell from her eyes. "I have to kill you. I have to k-," you aggressively shook your head. "You don't have to do anything. Just put the gun down."

She listened, dropping the gun and kissed you again. "I love you forever."

Thank you for reading & requesting!

[where-is-vivian]

Worth The Risk?

from @jegulus-microfic's prompt, risky (805 words)

“Oh, fuck,” James rolls on his bed, hiding his eyes in the crook of his elbow. He locks his phone, that’s still in his hand, and he groans. Though he has a downward smile on his lips threatening to grow more. His cheeks burn him. “Fuuuuck.”

“James.”

James takes his arm off his face to look at Peter staring at him from his desk chair. His roommate is always reading sociology books at his desk; at the beginning of the year, James thought he was always working, doing his homeworks and all, but no, turns out he’s almost never working for school in fact, and that he spends all his time reading these books or playing Solitaire.

“You’re being dramatic,” Peter adds without deigning to give him a look.

Don’t worry. Peter is a nice guy. He’s actually pretty chill, and he’s nice to be around. He’s just pragmatic. He doesn’t get James’ love crises. He keeps pretending that he is a fatalist, and that what happens was bound to happen anyway.

James sighs, and sits up on his bed. But unlike Peter, he’s unable to stay still for too long. So quickly, James stands up, throwing his phone on his bed, and he starts pacing in their shared bedroom. Hands on his hips, then behind him, then fidgeting together, then back on his hips. Then back on his eyes.

“Aaargh,” James lets out, and he’s thankful Peter never seems annoyed by his antics. He just keeps reading peacefully. “Why is he taking so long to answer?”

Peter doesn’t answer.

“Do you think he’s busy?” James is starting to be scared. “Oh god, what if he’s busy.”

He shouldn’t have sent that text.

“But it’s already 7 pm. No one is busy at 7 pm.”

“James, people can be busy at any hour. And at 7 pm, unlike the both of us, many people are just doing their homeworks,” Peter calmly states, without lifting his eyes from his book.

James whines in frustration. He paces a bit more.

“What if he hates me? What if he refuses? How am I supposed to face him after that? We literally have 3 classes together… Oh no!” James stops his pacing briefly before accelerating. “What if he tells Sirius?”

Sirius is his big brother. James’ best friend. James doesn’t know how he would react if he knew about James’ crush for his little brother.

“I completely forgot to tell Sirius! It’s too late now… Oh no…”

“James, can you please, sit and stop panicking? This is just a text.”

James blinks at Peter. “Pete, this is not just a text. This is The Text.”

Peter turns around, to meet James’ gaze, and rolls his eyes at him. “You’re being even more dramatic than Sirius. This is fine. Regulus gave you his number himself. Honestly, he’s been thirsting over you for weeks, and everytime you speak in our mandatory maths class, he’s looking at you with stars in his eyes,” Peter starts to enumerate, looking up at the ceiling, sitting back in his chair. Now that he isn’t reading anymore, he’s giving James his full attention. “The other day he asked if you were into blokes, by any means, and then he mindlessly asked if you were dating anyone. He was less discreet than a backhoe,” James stares at Peter while he’s monologuing, enumerating all of this as if it’s proving a point. “He even bought the only book he’s seen you with— which, by the way, is probably the only book I’ve seen you with, ever.”

“Twenty Thousand Leagues Under The Seas?” James asks, unsure.

“Yes. That one. Not that good of a book, to be fair.”

James snorts, but his smile threatens to be back on his lips. “It was a good book.”

“Regulus bought it, and he managed to finish it before you. The fool.”

Honestly, it isn’t hard to finish reading a book before James. He’s rather slow. But he didn’t know Regulus bought it too. Maybe it is a coincidence.

“That doesn’t mean anything. It’s just a coincidence.”

Peter raises his eyebrows at him, giving him a look that more or less means: Are you kidding me right now?

“What?” James shrugs. “That’s true. It’s probably not that meaningf—”

In the corner of his eyes, James sees his phone light up. And he hears it vibrating. He literally jumps on it, under the amused look of Peter. He unlocks it nervously, to see his conversation with Regulus appearing.

James: hi, it’s James, from maths class :) i wanted to know if you were free tonight? i think you’re cool, and i’d like to know you better

James: so if you’re free some time, tell me

Regulus: Hi James. Thanks. I am free tonight, and yes, I think it would be nice to hang out sometime. 

[snapthistiger]

exercise 01022024

bike ride to the gym

8 x 10 incline sit ups

3 x 10 pec machine

3 x 10 lat raise

3 x 10 low row

45 minute spin class

3 x 10 cable row

3 x 10 cable press

bike ride to my Mom's, then home

the gym workers received Hershey kisses

my Mom was awake and we had a good visit

i signed up for a cardio fitness thing at the gym. it is called Mardi Gras Mambo. the goal is to get 805 minutes of cardio by February 13 and you get a t shirt. the entry fee is $25 so you are paying for the t shirt.

yesterday morning, i fixed a drain issue under the kitchen sink. i think our house guests put too much stuff down the sink disposall. i disassembled the piping and flushed and rodded everything out. after that i repaired a recliner that had 2 broken bolts and the recliner wouldn't close. all fixed now.

middle and bottom pics = my niece's horses

hope you have a peaceful afternoon and evening..

[niki-phoria]

got friendzoned by my crush last week ://

idk why but i thought i had a chance, since every class we had eye contacts and he always smiles, also that one time we were checking testpapers, he switched his testpaper he was assigned to, to mine because he really wants to have a conversation w me at school.

i gave him a confessional letter with a bracelet that had a morse code "i like you" then i waited a week for his reply but he didn't, turns out he was waiting for my chat first because he was scared.

then i got friendzoned and turns out he actually was straight:]].

i would really love a sunghoon x m!reader fic with the opposite what happened to me, maybe i will cheer up a little. <3

pairing: sunghoon x male!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 805

notes: pining, blushy hoon, high school au, gaeul is hoon's dog, was gonna have them go ice skating together but i feel like that's too far for them to go yk

a/n: thank you for requesting !! i'm sorry about what happened with your crush :// i tried to keep some elements from your story (working together on projects, a bracelet confession, high school au) i hope this makes you feel a little better &lt;33 also sorry if you're incredible at history or something lmao /gen

requests open !! read my rules first

PART ONE / PART TWO / PART THREE / PART FOUR

“y/n?” a boy stands nervously in front of you, holding a piece of paper in his hands. he’s taller than you, dark brown eyes looking down at you behind his fringe. you close your locker, leaning back against it. 

“yeah?” 

“i’m sunghoon,” he introduces, lowering his head in a quick bow. “you’re my partner for the history project.” he holds out the paper for you to take, awkwardly playing with the strap of his backpack. you skim the page, cursing underneath your breath. 

“i have to warn you, history is my worst subject,” you chuckle, handing the paper back to him. “i’m busy tonight but i have time to work on it tomorrow, if you’re free.” 

“that sounds great,” sunghoon smiles. “i’ll meet you at lunch?” 

“sure.” 

the cafe is nearly empty when you enter. sunghoon sits in the corner, scrolling through something on his phone. “hey,” you smile, sitting across from him. 

“hi.” he’s nervous when he sets his phone down, sliding a cup to you. “i didn’t know what you’d like so i just got an americano, i hope that’s okay.” 

“it’s perfect!” you pretend not to notice the light flush on his face when you take a sip. “thank you.” 

“of course,” he murmurs. “should we get started?” 

you hum, pulling your computer out of your bag. “oh, before i forget, can i have your number? you know, so we can talk about the assignment.” 

sunghoon’s blush deepens as he nods, typing the number in quickly before handing your phone back. 

time with sunghoon passes quickly. you find yourself growing fond of the other boy. study sessions turn into long talks about anything that comes to mind. 

his house is quiet. gaeul lays curled at your feet as you sit on his bed, barely skimming through your essay. you groan, leaning back against his headboard. sunghoon raises an eyebrow at you watching as you dramatically throw yourself down. “i’m never gonna pass this class,” you whine. 

he chuckles, setting his textbook aside. “not if you never finish the assignment.” you playfully glare up at him through your hair. 

“rude.” 

sunghoon shakes his head, standing up. “come on.” he holds his hand out for you expectantly, waiting for you to take it. you let him pull you to your feet, guiding you into the living room. your socks slide against the hardwood floor as he twirls you around. you laugh, letting him maneuver around you. 

“what are we doing?” 

“dancing.” he’s nonchalant as he continues dancing around with you, sliding around the floor. 

“but there’s no music.” 

“your laugh is music to me.” 

you let out a flustered laugh, hiding your face into his chest. sunghoon pulls you closer, hands barely touching your waist. you pull away a little to look up at him, admiring his sharp features. his moles are visible even in the dim lighting. his fringe barely falls into his eyes. his ears burn as he stares down at you, light blush spreading across his cheeks. the atmosphere feels heavy when you look down, stepping back just slightly. 

“thanks for this,” you whisper.

sunghoon nods. “we should get back to work.” 

“park sunghoon!” you cheer, throwing yourself into his arms. he laughs, quick to wrap his arms around your waist to support you. 

“l/n y/n!” he laughs, twirling you around. 

you keep your arms wrapped around his neck when he sets you down, keeping you close to him. his hand ghosts against your waist. “congratulations on winning!” sunghoon laughs. 

“i couldn’t have done it without you.” 

“hey, i got you something.” 

“you shouldn’t have,” he whines. 

you reach into your bag, pulling out a small white box. sunghoon takes it, face flushed as he gingerly opening the box. he gasps, fingers running against the silver chain of the bracelet. “y/n,” he pulls you into another hug, hiding his face against your shoulder. you laugh, holding him close to you. “thank you.” his breath is warm against your neck. 

his blush has deepened when he pulls away, taking the bracelet from the box. engraved into the metal is a simple phrase. ‘be mine?’ his breath hitches, eyes moving from the bracelet to look into yours. “are you serious?” 

“of course i am.” you bring a hand up to his face, wiping away a stray tear. 

“yes, yes!” sunghoon pulls you back into a hug, wrapping his arms around your waist. he rests his forehead against yours, hand reaching up to trace against your jawline before he cups your cheek. “can i kiss you?” 

you don’t respond, instead pulling him down into a sweet kiss. sunghoon smiles into it, pressing a peck against your lips before he pulls away. “i love you,” he whispers. 

you pull him down into another kiss, giddy with excitement. “i love you too.”

[dailyanarchistposts]

Footnotes, part 9

[741] Associated Press, December 4, 2000

[742] The New York Times, July 20, 2002

[743] Multinational Monitor

[744] Chicago Business

[745] San Francisco Chronicle, December 8, 2001

[746] PR Newswire, November, 2000

[747] Greenpeace USA

[748] The Atlanta Journal and Constitution, Aug 10, 2001

[749] The AP State & Local Wire, January 25, 2001

[750] San Francisco Gate, January 13, 2001

[751] The Boston Herald, January 26, 2001

[752] Canadian Dimension, March 1, 2001

[753] The Associated Press, January 28, 2001

[754] The Hartford Courant

[755] The New York Times, February 21, 2001

[756] The San Francisco Chronicle

[757] The Associated Press, April 5, 2001

[758] The Associated Press, February 2, 2001

[759] The Tampa Tribune

[760] The AP State & Local Wire, February 14, 2001

[761] The New York Times, February 8, 2001

[762] The Indianapolis Star

[763] UPI, March 17, 2001

[764] The Associated Press, March 14, 2001

[765] The Associated Press, April 16, 2001

[766] The Associated Press, April 11, 2001

[767] Associated Press, April 25, 2001

[768] The Boston Globe, April 12, 2001

[769] The Tampa Tribune, April 18, 2001

[770] The Michigan Daily, April 10, 2001

[771] Star Tribune

[772] The Boston Globe, May 28, 2001

[773] The Chicago Tribune, July 2, 2002

[774] The Houston Chronicle, April 12, 2001

[775] The Arkansas Democrat-Gazette, April 25, 2001

[776] Bloomberg News, May 22, 2001

[777] Reuters May 31, 2001

[778] The San Francisco Chronicle, May 12, 2001

[779] Associated Press, May 24, 2001

[780] Associated Press

[781] Reuters, June 30, 2001

[782] The Charleston Gazette, June 22, 2001

[783] ChainStore.com

[784] Reuters, July 3, 2001

[785] The New York Times, June 7, 2001

[786] New York Times, June 23, 2001

[787] Chicago Tribune, June 21, 2001

[788] The San Francisco Chronicle, Nov. 1, 2001

[789] CNN, June 15, 2001

[790] Associated Press, June 5, 2001

[791] The Chicago Tribune, July 4, 2001

[792] Winston-Salem Journal, July 7, 2001

[793] The Washington Post, July 2001

[794] The New York Times, July 25, 2001

[795] The Seattle Post Intelligencer, July 17, 2001

[796] Richmond County Medical Society, August,2002

[797] Associated Press, Aug. 17, 2001

[798] Associated Press, Aug. 21, 2001

[799] Knight-Ridder/Tribune, Aug 30, 2001

[800] The Associated Press, August 1, 2001

[801] O Globo via Fin.Times World Media, Sept. 12, 2001

[802] New York Times, Sept. 26, 2001

[803] The Seattle Times, Sept. 22, 2001

[804] The San Diego Union-Tribune, September 21, 2001

[805] “On Class Conflict in General,” by Gustav Schmoller, American Journal of Sociology, volume 20 (1914–15) pp. 504–531.

[806] U.S. Federal Trade Commission

[807] The Standard

[808] Multinational Monitor, July/ August 1999

[809] Multinational Monitor, May 1997

[810] Chattanooga Times, June 10, 2001

[mathematical-cheese]

The new Avanti class 805s are in service! I may have to try and ride on one >:)