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mornemire · 1 year ago
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Досье на Зика Сандерса неплохо собрано, учитывая экстремально небольшое время для сбора данных. И достаточное, чтобы составить уже о нем более-менее четкое понятие.
Прозвище: "Кот". Трое (!) сиблингов - значит, кроме Сэндовала еще двое братьев-сестер. 1990 года рождения, т.е. ему 37 лет, на три года старше Дженсена. Родился в Лос-Анджелесе. Рост 177,8 см. Латиноамериканец, имеет военные татуировки, в том числе и корпуса морской пехоты США. Бывший морпех! Серьёзные террористы у Таггарта в любимчиках бегают...
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justusjonas · 2 years ago
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art trade mit @bobandrews 🥰 wir haben eine szene aus "die spur der toten" zu einem comic gemacht und ich durfte für eins der panel lunas tolles lineart ausmalen! die anderen zwei findet ihr auf ihrem blog ❤️ unter dem cut ist der originalausschnitt aus dem buch und bob & justus weil 🥺
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butchdykekondraki · 11 months ago
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OH ULTRAKILL!!! Macht es Spaß?? Ich habe Gutes darüber gehört, konnte mich aber nicht wirklich darauf einlassen ^_^;;
ja!!! es ist sehr interessant,, ehrlich gesagt das spiel aller zeiten
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thinglostinfire · 2 years ago
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Decided to replay Tales of Vesperia, even though I have like 5 unfinished games 😅
Forgot how much I love this game. 🧡
Used my old save and was confused for where I was 😅, so new game for me.
just met Karol and got to Halure. it's fun.
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bercesteruh · 2 months ago
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yârdan mehcûr iken düştük diyâr-ı gurbete / dehr gösterdi bize hicrân hicrân üstüne.
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spacesapphi · 4 months ago
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There's Always Time
WAOW uploading my first Stardew fic, surrounding mostly Marnie this time!
Synopsis: Today's the day Marnie decides she'll get Lewis to go public with their relationship. She's determined to let nothing get her down, but the day seems to have other plans for her. Perhaps a certain adventure can remind her of the good in life
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Word count: 8,412
CW for mentions of a previous death and drinking
Story below the cut!
Important note! A few parts of this fic have Pennsylvania Dutch words written in it, so I have a small translation section up here. Keep in mind that I am fairly a beginner at the language and doing my best grammatically given the few resources that exist 🙏
Distelfink- a folk art symbol of a bird that represents happiness and fortune
Aendi - Auntie
“Ach, schlecht exempel” - Ugh, bad example
Schatz- treasure/dear, used often by parents towards their kids
“lieb dehr beed” - love you both
Gottverdam - damn it!
zwieschpalt- troublemaker
onto the fic!
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Mondays were supposed to be a calm day off for Marnie, a day where she had time to herself, things to look forward to besides her normal chores. Jas would be at school, Shane at work, and she would be able to bask in the peace and quiet. Usually she’d take time to work on her quilting, or go chat with the women in town at Pierre’s, pretending to shop as they gossipped. This Monday was special, however. She had a date with Lewis tonight, and she had a very important question for him.
It seemed every person and creature in this household had other ideas for this particular morning, however. She had been woken up at 7 am to the sound of a disagreement brewing in the kitchen, a sour start to her morning.
“Jas you need to put your shoes on, now.”
“But I wanna go say hi to the cows before we go! Pleaaaaaase!”
“We’re already about to be late for school and work, kiddo, we don’t have time.”
“I always say hi, they're going to be sad if I don't!”
“And I'm going to be sad if I get fired, let's go.”
“PLEASE.”
“No.”
Her nephew’s exasperated voice permeated through the door. This scene wasn’t too uncommon for their household. Jas liked an exact routine for each morning; get dressed, eat, say hi to the animals, then leave for school. She wanted it to be exact and punctual each day, but there were many days that threw a wrench in the schedule. Now that it was thrown off, the young girl immediately was put in a mood, and that was putting Shane in a mood as well.
“Yoba I’m too hungover for this” he thought to himself, pinching the bridge of his nose as he took a deep sigh, “Look, Jas, if I bring home a treat for you today, will you get your shoes on?”
The young girl thought for a moment before nodding, running off to her room to grab her little mary jane shoes. Shane gave a small sigh of relief, not having the energy or willpower to battle with her any longer.
“Ach, schlecht exempel… You shouldn’t give in like that.” Marnie scolded, walking to stand next to him, “It’ll spoil her.”
“You win some, you lose some, and I’m already losing the battle with my patience.” her nephew groaned, “I’m willing to get her a snack if it means she gets to school on time, and I get to work on time.”
Marnie opened her mouth to speak, a lecture already brewing up in her head, but she stopped herself. He was in no mood to receive advice from her, especially parenting advice, and she didn’t need more bickering this early.
“Okay, okay…” she pursed her lips for just a moment, “You remembered to fix the cabinet by the way, right? I wanted to get it decorated today.”
“Yeah, yeah I think I did,” he shrugged.
"You think you did, or you did do it?" Marnie raised a brow.
Shane thought long and hard. The last few days were a blur, but he believed he had a memory of doing it. After a few seconds he nodded, "Yeah... I did, don't worry," he gave her a brief smile, keeping a hand on his throbbing forehead. He was beginning to regret the previous night.
“Are you hungover again?” Marnie asked exasperatedly, “You can’t keep doing this to yourself, schatz.”
“I don’t want to talk about this again, please?” he grumbled defensively.
“This is the third day in a row, I’m wor-”
“Please stop.” Shane looked at her with an expression halfway between embarrassment and annoyance. He knew he had a problem and Marnie was only looking out for him, but it didn’t make him feel any less shitty about it, “Sorry.. I’m sorry.”
His aunt nodded slowly in acknowledgement, looking fairly frustrated herself, “Listen, I’m going to be heading out as soon as you get home, so you need to be here with Jas,” she changed the subject.
Shane raised a brow, “Where are you going?”
“If you must know, I’m meeting a special someone for a date,” a tint of blush appeared on her cheeks.
“Aendi I know it’s Lewis.”
Marnie’s face went white, “Is it that obvious?”
Shane winced uncomfortably, giving her a slow nod. Marnie and Lewis' relationship had to be the worst kept secret in town. The pair pretended like no one knew, but nearly everyone was acutely aware of the couple. It was almost a game amongst some of the townsfolk betting on when they would finally crack and admit it.
“I'm ready to go now...”, Jas stepped back into the room, fully ready for the day. A pout sat on her face, the girl still obviously very upset about the change in routine. Shane looked at his watch, huffing in annoyance, “Ohhhh Morris is gonna fuckin’ kill me.”
“Language.” Marnie warned, lightly hitting his arm.
Shane huffed and motioned to the door exaggeratedly, “Alright kiddo, we gotta run let’s go.”
“Remember, come straight home after work!,” Marnie called out, “No saloon.”
“Yeah, I get it.” Shane mumbled, feeling just a bit offended, “I can go a night without being there, you know,”
“Just a reminder,” she said, “I’ll see you two soon, lieb dehr beed!”
The pair gave her a wave as they ran off, racing against the clock to get where they needed to be. Finally, Marnie had the house all to herself. No disagreements, no problems, just her and the ranch. There were chores to do of course, such was life, but she didn’t mind them all that much. Nothing was going to keep her down, because tonight would be the night her life was going to change, and for the better this time. Tonight, she was going to tell Lewis they were going public about their relationship.
She smiled at herself in the vanity mirror in the foyer, fixing her hair into her signature braid. She felt confident, she felt good! After tonight she wouldn’t be Lewis’ little secret. She was going to be able to hold his hand in the town square, waltz with him at the Flower Dance, openly go on dates at the saloon. Just the thought of it made her heart soar. Nothing could ruin her mood.
That was, until she stepped into the kitchen. It was a complete disaster. Remnants of Shane’s 2 am freezer raid and mess from the breakfast he made for Jas littered just about every counter and surface. Cans next to the recycling bin, a frozen pizza box haphazardly teetering on top of the microwave, dishes stacked on the stove, table and counters. From being in such a rush he had neglected cleaning the scene, leaving it to Marnie instead.
“He’s doing his best… he’s trying… I have to give him that.” she thought to herself, holding her head in her hands. She waited for the tight feeling in her chest to dissipate before taking a deep breath to ground herself. It was just a little bump in the road, an obstacle she could easily tackle.
“Nothing is going to get you down. You got this, Marnie,” she reminded herself. She just thought of Lewis, of their rendezvous tonight, and she felt just a bit lighter.
It didn’t take too long to clean up, she thanked Yoba for that. Didn’t make it any less frustrating, but she pushed those thoughts to the back of her mind for now. There was no time for her to feel bad, she couldn't allow herself. As long as she had been running the ranch, she had been seen as a beacon of positivity in town. It was a hefty title to carry, a draining one even, but if she just kept smiling, life would go by just fine.
She didn’t want to ruin the kitchen she had just so perfectly cleaned, so she just threw a frozen breakfast sandwich in the microwave, leaning against the counter as she waited for the timer to go down. Looking to the old clock on the wall, she tsked seeing the time. It was already half past 8, the morning flying by in the blink of an eye. She had so much she wanted to do before meeting with Lewis tonight, and she wasn’t sure she’d have the time for it all. Cleaning the coop, working on her quilt, and decorating that curio cabinet in the foyer. Only three tasks, but time consuming ones. She removed the sandwich from the microwave, blowing on it before tearing into it as she arranged the schedule in her mind. The coop would likely take the longest, and it was a priority. Best to get it done early before it got too warm.
The coop was loud and lively, the hens strutting around impatiently as they waited for Marnie to open the little hatch that led them out to their field. Donning her work gloves and boots, the woman waded her way carefully through the flock and unlatched the hatch, watching amusedly as the chickens ran on out to bask in the yard. It never got old, seeing them get so excited like that. She grabbed the pitchfork from its hook on the wall and gripped it tight. Time to get this done with.
As she scraped up the old straw from the ground, Marnie let her mind wander, imagining the evening ahead of her in great detail. She could practically feel it, sitting with Lewis at his table alone in the candlelight as they talked about their future. Marnie would suggest they finally tell the whole world about their love for each other, abandoning all worries. They could get married, have a beautiful ceremony in the middle of town for everyone to see. She had her mothers wedding dress somewhere stuffed in a hope chest, a beautiful gown any woman would feel like a princess in on her special day. She could feel her heart swell with childlike glee as she thought on it more. Today was the day, and she couldn’t be more excited.
A shrill squawking from the yard broke her from her frilly daydream, one that she knew meant trouble. Throwing down her pitchfork she shuffled her way through the hatch door, catching a view of one of the hens squeezing through a gap in the chicken wire, running off into the forest with reckless abandon.
“Mathilde! Come back here!” she called out, “Gottverdam!” she vaulted herself over the fence, immediately regretting the decision as she felt her body ache. She wasn’t young enough to be able to pull stunts like that anymore.
The little brown hen was much faster than her, darting in and out of trees as Marnie chased after her. The tricky thing was an escape artist, and she had no idea what danger waited out there for her. Wolves, coyotes, bears, all creatures who wouldn’t think twice about eating her up. Marnie didn’t want to run into them either, knowing full well she couldn't fend them off. Why did everything have to be so difficult today? Was it some bad luck day where “the spirits were displeased” as the farmer always put it? Whatever, that wasn’t important. What was important was finding Mathilde before something else did.
She could hear the hens soft clucks, but had no idea where they were coming from. The forest tended to have an echo to it that made noises carry. She tsked and called out for her once again, hoping Mathilde would run to the sound of her voice. Suddenly, the clucks turned into panicked squawks, sending a shiver down Marnie’s spine. She could finally tell where the noise was coming from, just a few feet away over in the clearing beyond the brush. She picked up a hefty stick, prepared to fight whatever creature had gotten to her poor little hen. Running towards the source of the sound, she held the stick over her head, preparing to lunge.
From behind the brush, a man stepped out, holding the hen in his arms. His face contorted in terror as he saw Marnie lunge towards him, dodging out of the way before he got lobbed in the head with the stick. The rancher yelped, stumbling back as soon she registered that he wasn't a wild animal.
“I’m so sorry! I thought you were an animal.” she apologized profusely. She dropped the stick, taking a good look at him. Shaggy gray hair hung in front of his wrinkled face, a patch over his left eye. A bulky cape hung from his shoulders, shrouding his frame in mystery, the silvery glint of a sword sitting at his waist. Her eyes widened as she recognized him.
“Marlon! Oh I’m so sorry!”
The man chuckled, “It’s quite alright, ma’am.” he held out his arms, Mathilde resting in his hands, “I take it this one is yours?”
“Yes! Thank you so much, really,” she took the chicken in her arms, scolding her like a child, “You zwieschpalt, don’t do that to me! What if this nice man hadn’t found you?”
The chicken just stared at her with blank eyes, obviously not understanding the danger of her escapade. All she knew was she wanted to run around and play, and there was a whole forest in front of her! Marnie held her close to her chest and smiled, looking up at the mysterious man, “What brings you down to the forest today? I don’t see you near town unless we’re having a festival.”
“The new farmer reported seeing some creatures around here, monsters from the damned mines who got bold and decided to take a chance out of the caverns.” Marlon sighed, “No matter how many times we slay them they just keep coming back.”
Marnie raised a brow, “I haven’t seen any monsters,”
Marlon put a hand on his sword's hilt, a small smile on his face, “Then I’ve done my job well… I must be going now lass, but it was good to see you again.”
“Oh…” Marnie frowned in disappointment, “I’ll see you at the fair next week though, right? I can’t wait to show you what I’ve been working on!”
“Aye, you will. Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Marlon gave her a short salute, “Take care, Ms.Yoder.”
The man walked off, his mysterious aura still captivating the rancher. She held Mathilde closer and whispered, “He’s handsome, don't you think?.... Don’t tell Lewis,” the hen bawked in response, getting a small smile from her owner, “Let’s get you home.”
Walking briskly back to the ranch, she was thankful that seemingly none of the other hens had squeezed their way through that little gap. Hauling herself over the fence, Marnie placed the hen back down in the pen, watching her run off to her little flock of friends, squawking away as if she was telling them all about her escapade. The rancher reached into her pocket, pulling out a fabric scrap and looping it through the chicken wire, tightening the part that split. It was a temporary hold for sure, but hopefully would ward off the hens from getting bold again until she had the material to properly fix it. If Marlon was right about monsters coming down to the forest, she didn’t want to have to go run after one of them again.
Going back to finish cleaning the coop took quite a bit of time, but Marnie was proud of her work. The enclosure smelled fresh and clean, fresh soft straw laid down on the ground for the hens to roost in. She herself wasn’t exactly the cleanest after finishing though. Sweat from the heat clung to her skin, stray pieces of straw sticking to her hair and clothes. She checked the little watch on her wrist, 1:00pm. She had just enough time to get ready and work on the curio cabinet before her date with Lewis. She hated pushing off the quilt work again, just itching to pick up sewing again, but it would just have to wait for now. Such was life.
But oh, how fun it was getting ready. Marnie felt just like those princesses in those movies Jas loved to watch, dancing around as she donned her favorite dress, mind full of thoughts of her “one true love”. She decided on a nice, purple gown for tonight, sewn in a similar cut to her everyday wear, but much more lavish. The fabric was soft and high-end, detailed embroidery along the bodice and skirt's hem. A silk shawl was wrapped around her shoulders, pinned in place with a brooch she’d gotten from her mother. A little distelfink was painted on the front of its opaline surface, a prized possession she hoped would bring her luck and new beginnings this evening. In the spirit of doing something new, she decided to keep her hair down, finding she loved how it framed her round face. Hopefully Lewis loved it too.
She felt beautiful, like a new woman. The stressors of today were the last thing on her mind, and oh how glad she was for that. A life that was simple meant that many days she had nothing more to do than stew on what had happened. Maybe that all would change too. With being in the public eye, maybe she could have more say in town, have more to do, places to go. She loved her family and her ranch, but she wanted, needed, more. And Lewis would provide that for her, she knew he would.
It was 5:30 now. Marnie had time for just one more thing before she had to get going. She looked to the little hope chest that sat at the foot of her bed and grabbed a heavy box from the bottom, full of old trinkets and heirlooms. Little porcelain statuettes, vases, and even some jewelry. But the most important piece of all was the music box that lay at the bottom. Marnie gently grasped it, removing the cloth the protected its fragile form and taking a good look at it for the first time in years. Upon a pedestal with a turnkey stood a glass statue of a dancer dressed as if she were at a ball, arms held out wide in a pose of triumph. The name “Mona'' was inscribed in gold lettering at her feet, a name that made Marnie’s heart ache.
It had been 27 years since she had passed now. She still missed her sister dearly, and cherished every last bit of her memory that remained; family photos, Shane, and this music box. Putting it out on display had been an idea for some time now, but only recently did she have the heart to pull it from storage. It was difficult seeing reminders of her even after so long, but it was time to confront this feeling again. The birthday they shared was coming up, and it would be nice to have something of hers in the main room. It would be the center of attention, the centerpiece on the middle shelf that caught everyone's eye. Ever so carefully, she placed it on the shelf, hearing the soft clink of porcelain against the wood. Removing her hands, she stood back to take a look at it, a small smile on her face. The cabinet was beautiful, fitting in perfectly with the decor of the foyer. It made the counter area look homier too. This is exactly what she needed to finish off the day.
But then, the shelf slipped. The support hadn't been placed as promised, causing the wood to crack under the weight of the heirloom. Without time to react, the antique slipped and crashed onto the floor, shattering on impact. It took her a moment to process, a sick feeling in her stomach when she saw the dancer in pieces, an echo of the music box components ringing out discordantly. All she could do was stare, hands shaking as a silent rage built up inside of her. The frustration that was pent up in the back of her mind burst from its confines, making her dizzy with anger. Why couldn’t one thing go right today? Why couldn’t she just have a simple, peaceful morning, why couldn’t she trust her nephew to fix something so simple? She knew it wasn’t out of malice, rather forgetfulness, but somehow that made her feel worse.
The rage was quickly joined by a heavy weight of sadness, pulling Marnie to her knees as she looked at the scene in front of her. Shaking hands picked up the shattered porcelain pieces in front of her, careful to not cut herself on the sharp edges. She wanted to cry, to scream, but she couldn't. Something in her mind stopped her, as much as her heart begged her to. Scooping the broken pieces into her arms, holding it close to her heart, she stood and placed them on her shop counter. She felt sick to her stomach.
The front door swung open, the sounds of laughter flooding through the front doorway. Shane walked in, looking much better than this morning, with Jas sitting on his shoulders. She held the previously promised treat in her hand, a little pastry that her godfather had “borrowed” from the backroom at work. She was chattering away about some new book Penny had her reading at lessons, and Shane contentedly listening to her rambles. He lifted her off his shoulders, placing her gingerly on the ground, “Alright chickadee, why don’t you go say hi to the cows now? I’m sure they missed you today.”
Jas nodded excitedly, running off towards the kitchen door that led to the animal housing. Her giggles echoed out as she closed the door, her ever-so-loud voice still audible through the walls as she greeted the animals. Shane smirked and shook his head, turning to his aunt. He held up a little takeout bag with the saloon logo, “Hey Marn, I got dinner handled for me n’ Jas tonight. If you need to go now we’re fine.”
“I thought you said you fixed this.”
Marnie didn’t so much as turn to face him, her voice uncharacteristically ice cold. It sent a shiver down her nephew's spine, his smile dropping into a concerned expression, knowing he screwed up, just not how. He looked over to where Marnie was facing, seeing the collapsed shelf of the curio cabinet and tiny glass shards on the floor. Oh shit. He thought he had fixed that already, he truly did.
“Aunt Marnie I’m so-”
Marnie held up a hand, cutting him off, “I don’t want to hear it.” she turned to face the doorway, still refusing to look him in the eye, “I’ll be home late tonight. Leave the door unlocked for me.”
She stepped out without another word, refusing to look him in the eye. Shane was left alone in the foyer with a heavy guilt sitting in his stomach. With Marnie gone he could see the mess on the counter, approaching it to see what had broken. The first thing he saw was his mother's name. The guilt sat heavier, a sick feeling accompanying it. He didn’t know her for all that long, Mona had died when he was barely old enough to remember her, but he knew how much she meant to his aunt. And now, another act of his forgetfulness had destroyed something of hers. He felt like shit, and he knew Marnie deserved to be angry with him. Hell, he was angry with himself. What a mess he was making of things. He thought back on the entire day, cringing as he realized just how badly he had messed up. His attitude this morning, the mess in the kitchen, and now this. He had to make it up to her, he just had to.
Jas stepped back inside, not initially noticing the mess, “I’m back! I told Bertie aaaaall about today, she’s such a good listener!”
“Watch out for the glass!” he warned, pulling her away from the cabinet. Damn, he needed to sweep that up.
“What happened?” she asked, confused at the sight before her.
Shane peeked into the kitchen, grabbing the broom and dustpan off the hook on the wall, “I made a mistake, but I’m gonna make it up to Aunt Marnie. Wanna help?”
“Yeah!”
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“You’re going to have a good night… Don’t let this steal your joy.” Marnie whispered a little affirmation to herself as she approached the steps to Lewis’ home. It did little to ease her heart, but she needed to stay positive, at least appear positive. That’s what Lewis loved so much about her anyways, her ability to always be such a sunbeam even in the hardest of times.
The front door swung open with a creak, the mayor she loved standing in the doorway. Lewis was dressed in his favorite attire, brown suspenders and a deep green dress shirt, but Marnie thought it looked lovely. The mayor looked to the left and right, as if to check that no-one was watching. Once he saw that the coast was clear, he pulled her inside, wrapping her in a tight embrace.
“How are you doing, dear?” he whispered, kissing her cheek softly. Marnie smiled, letting out a small laugh as she leaned into the crook of his neck, “Better now that I’m with you.”
Lewis grinned, eyes crinkling up in the corners, “That’s good to hear…” he motioned to his dining room table, now decorated with candles and a lace tablecloth, “Why don’t you sit, I made your favorite tonight.”
All the anger and frustration was quickly returned to the back of Marnie’s mind. None of it mattered now that she was in Lewis’ arms. For now, there were no troubles here. Lewis indeed made her favorite, a hearty farmers lunch. It was a simple dish, but one that had many good memories attached to it. Just the smell transported her back to a simpler time, a time when everything was right in the world.
The couple made small talk, speaking about the town, all the hot gossip that had been spreading around. Pelican Town looked like a sleepy little village from the outside, but one would never guess how much drama was unfolding behind closed doors. Everyone had something going on, and with such a tight knit community that meant everyone knew about everything. The conversation switched to Lewis’ day. Not much interesting going on with him, he was afraid. He gardened, took a walk around town, and spoke with the new farmer in the town square about a secret little quest he had asked help with, but that was about it.
“ Nothing wrong with a simple day!” Marnie mused, taking a sip of her drink, “Sounds peaceful.”
“I guess it was,” Lewis chuckled, “How about you? What has my angel been doing today?”
“Oh you know, the usual. Cleaning, tending to the animals, decorating. Wasn’t much more exciting than your day, unfortunately.” the voice in the back of her head gnawed at her, begging her to be open about what had truly been going on. Against her better judgment, she listened, “Actually, maybe that’s not entirely true.”
“Hmm?”
“I… had a hard day actually.” she mumbled, “There was a spat this morning, one of the chickens got out, and-”
Lewis put up a hand, cutting her off, “Don’t you worry about all of that dear, just focus on the positives.”
“But-”
“Marnie, dear,” Lewis put a hand on hers, “It doesn’t help to dwell on the negative. We’re here now, we’re having a good time. Let’s look to the future.”
Marnie pursed her lips, pulling her hand away slightly. Lewis was never someone who enjoyed talking about serious things, and she understood, but it didn’t make it hurt any less. Maybe he was right though, maybe she needed to focus towards the future.
“Well….” she began, folding her hands neatly, “I’ve been thinking recently.”
Lewis raised a brow, “About what?”
“About us.”
“What about us?”
Marnie sighed, taking a deep breath. Here goes nothing, “I want to make our relationship public!”
She looked to her lover with a hopeful smile, scanning his face to see what he was thinking. Lewis didn’t look impressed with the idea, quite the opposite really. He sighed and put a hand to his head, “Marnie…. No.”
“What do you mean no?” Marnie felt her voice grow defensive, a tightness in her chest, “Lewis we’ve been dating for 3 years now and you refuse to tell anyone!”
“You know I can’t!” Lewis scoffed, “I have a reputation to uphold in this town, an image to maintain. What would people say if they knew about us?”
The sentence stuck a dagger in Marnie’s chest, the heartbreak obvious on her face. Lewis stammered, holding up a hand, “Wh-what I mean is-”
“Are you embarrassed of me?” Marnie warbled, feeling tears form in her eyes.
“Marnie, please-”
“NO, Lewis.” the woman stood up, lunging across the table to get closer to his face, “Why would telling people about us hurt your reputation? Why would I ruin your image?!”
The mayor tripped over his words, trying to find a way to say what he wanted without getting her angrier, “I just meant that people may look at me differently if I tell them about us! You understand, don’t you? The mayor of Pelican Town with a rancher? What would people say?”
“I don’t know, maybe they’ll say they’re happy for us? Maybe our friends will celebrate?” Marnie snapped, “Are you embarrassed about my job? I make a good and honest living, Lewis. I’ve carried my family’s farm on my back alone for decades!”
“And I’ve carried this entire town on mine!” he snapped back.
“Please, I know all about what you actually do: Nothing!” Marnie hissed, “Ever since you became mayor this town has gotten worse! The community center is gone, Joja is ruining the small businesses, the bus is still broken! The only reason anything gets done around here is because the new farmer is pitching in! That’s your job Lewis, not hers!”
Lewis stood from his seat, slamming the chair angrily into place, “How dare you. After all I’ve done for you and your family... If it weren’t for me inviting Joja to this town, your layabout of a nephew would be jobless and still in debt!”
“You don’t get to talk about him like that!” Marnie barked. As much as she got frustrated with Shane, she never tolerated anyone speaking ill of him, even Lewis, “I don’t want to ever hear you talk about my family that way again.”
Lewis threw his arms up in exasperation, “Where is this coming from?! You’ve never acted like this, this isn’t you.”
“Well maybe it is! You never let me talk about these things! I’m so tired of acting happy all the time, Lewis…” she paused to catch her breath, holding her head in her hands, “I’m tired of all of this. You get so upset with me when I try to talk about my problems. “Just focus on the positives!” , well maybe I don’t want to! Maybe I’m sad, an-and I need help, because I don’t know what to do anymore!”
She finally broke out into sobs, letting the sadness take over for the first time, “I’m the only one keeping my family together, Lew. If I were gone tomorrow, everything would fall apart. I can’t keep being the only person who has it together and I’m so tired of doing it by myself.”
“You aren’t doing it by yourself, you have me.”
“Do I?” Marnie snapped.
There was a tense silence for a moment, Lewis just staring at her with such shock. Marnie had never cried in front of him before, never spoken against him. He didn’t even know what to say. All Marnie wanted was for him to comfort her, for him to take her in his arms, to tell her he was there for her. She needed someone to finally let her be free.
“I’m sorry you feel like I’m such a terrible person.” Lewis’ voice dripped with contempt, “I’m trying Marnie, but you can’t just throw all of this onto me with no warning. That's not fair.”
Marnie looked up, staring at him with puffy, tear filled eyes. Did she just hear him correctly? Her face contorted to one of anger, arms falling to her side, hands balling into fists. How could he say that to her, like she was the one who was the problem. Lewis approached her, holding his arms out like he was ready for an embrace.
“But it will be okay, Marnie. I love you, I want to be with you.” he hugged her, but Marnie wouldn’t return it. She stood still as a statue in his arms, rage undeniable.
“I forgive you too, Marnie. Why don't we just try to talk about something nice, hmm?”
The rancher pushed Lewis away, staring at him in disbelief. She didn’t have the words to describe how betrayed she felt right now. Lewis had the audacity to look confused, as if he had no clue why she’d be so upset with him.
“I… I need to go.” she choked out, shaking her head slowly. Lewis groaned, “Marnie stop, we can still have a good night.”
“No.” she hissed, putting a hand on the front door handle, “I’m leaving.”
“Marnie!”
“What?!”
“Go through the kitchen window. I don’t want someone to see you and get ideas.”
Marnie opened the door, giving him one last look, one full of anger and exhaustion, “Goodbye, Lewis.”
She couldn’t be at the mayor's manor, she couldn’t be home, and she wouldn’t be able to handle the saloon. Marnie felt like she didn’t belong anywhere right now, and maybe she didn’t. She felt free, finally letting her feelings be known, but that freedom had a price, and that price was finding out how alone she really was. Lewis’ words and reaction stuck with her, infecting her mind and making it spin. She didn’t know who to trust anymore, the person she thought she could trust with her life completely broke her heart. Was she really that shameful? What was so wrong with her that she’d ruin his reputation? She stormed off into the mountains, the brisk autumn evening breeze frigid against her cheeks. She was thankful that she dressed warm.
The mountain lake was always beautiful at night. The valley didn’t have the light pollution of the city, meaning stars were visible as far as the eye could see, reflecting onto the water’s surface. Sitting under the oak by the lake’s edge on her own, she curled her knees close to her chest, letting herself cry once more. It was a quiet, mournful sob, a heart-wrenching symphony of every horrible thing that had piled up since Yoba knew how long. Marnie had tricked herself into believing she was happy for so long, using every distraction she could to block herself from seeing how terrible things were. They didn’t work anymore though.
“Fancy seeing you again.”
Marnie snapped her head up to see the source of the voice, finding herself once again staring face to face with the leader of the elusive Adventurers Guild. She wiped her tears, and sniffled, “Marlon? I’m sorry, I hope I’m not causing any trouble.”
The man sat next to her, shaking his head, “On the contrary. I don’t mind your company.” he pulled a handkerchief from his pocket, holding it towards her, “Though, if you’re not in the mood for it, I can leave.”
Marnie scoffed, a bitter smile on her face, “Thanks. Not many people seem to care what I want around here.” she took the handkerchief, dabbing at the corners of her eyes, “It’s been… a terrible day.”
“Would… you like to talk about it?” Marlon asked awkwardly, “I know we’re not awfully close, but I’ve never been one to turn down a story.”
“Well..,” Marnie started, “My family is a mess, one of the chickens escaped, I broke an heirloom… and….” she buried her head in her knees, “And the man I thought I loved doesn’t love me...”
She began to cry again, not even caring that Marlon was watching. The adventurer sat quietly, nervously putting a hand on her shoulder as a quiet signal to let her know he was listening. The rancher sniffled and looked to him, “You must think I’m a baby for being this upset over it. There’s people dying in combat right now and here I am crying about this.”
“You’re not a baby.” Marlon affirmed, his voice gentle and genuine, “You wouldn’t say that about anyone else in your shoes, would you not?”
“Well… no.”
“Then why are you so hard on yourself?”
“Because I’m supposed to be the one who has everything together!” Marnie growled out, “Everyone always looks to me as someone to lean on. Lewis, Shane, Jas, everyone, they need me. I can’t sit here crying like this over one bad day. I have to be there for them.”
“But then who’s there for you?” Marlon questioned. It seemed to throw Marnie off, her expression just a bit surprised.
“No one, I suppose.” she mumbled, “I guess that’s a sacrifice I’ve accepted. It’s life, you know?”
“No, I don’t. You can’t just be out there on your own, lass. You need someone who cares for what you need and want.”
“I don’t even think I know what I want anymore... I don't want this but what can I do? My life’s already set out for me; not like I can change it.” Marnie mumbled.
“It’s never too late to make a change, to be happy.” Marlon stated, “There’s always time,”
The rancher laughed softly, “You think so?” Marlon nodded in response.
Looking up to the sky, Marines eyes softened, “Well... I always wanted to be an artist. I went to school for it actually, textile arts.”
“Is that so?” Marlon smiled, leaning back against the tree behind them, “You’re such a natural with animals, I didn’t take you for that type.”
“Ranching is nice, but it was never my dream. Trust me, I love the animals, but that was more my sister’s passion.” Marnie’s face grew solemn, “When… our parents passed, she took over the ranch so I could pursue my dream. I was doing so well, I had a good job in the city already lined up for once I was out.” she took a deep breath, “Mona died the year I graduated, left the business and Shane behind. We don’t really have anyone else, so I had to turn down the job and come home.”
She turned to face Marlon, surprised to see his normally solemn face full of pity. Shaking her head, she turned away, feeling almost embarrassed, “I don’t know why I’m telling you this, I’m sorry. Mona’s just been on my mind recently and Lewis doesn’t like when I talk about it.”
“Lewis? Is that the man you were talking about earlier?” Marlon felt an odd twinge of jealousy in him, “I never thought you two were… on those terms.”
“Well not anymore!.... Maybe… I don’t know,” Marnie scoffed angrily, “Apparently dating a rancher would look bad on someone so important as our mayor. He tried making me climb out of his window because he was too embarrassed to have me seen leaving.”
“Why do you put up with this?”
“Well why do you ask so many questions?”
“I… don’t know.”
“I guess I don’t know either.”
The two sat in silence for a moment, neither certain how to continue the conversation. Marlon had gone from knowing little about Marnie to knowing what she had barely discussed with her own lover within a night. He never knew there was so much to her, their conversations at festivals never piercing past the surface of small talk. But now, all he wanted was to be closer to her.
“I think you should try pursuing your dream. again” he finally said, staring off towards the lake, “You’ll regret it if you don’t.”
Marnie shook her head, “Oh, I couldn’t leave the animals behind, or the business. It’s been in my family so long… And my nephew, bless his soul, he’s not ready for that responsibility. He won't admit it, but I see how his eyes light up when he does work around the ranch... Still, I know he’d have a hard time on his own. I’d be selfish to leave.”
“Then teach him how to do it and follow your own dream. Don’t you think you deserve to be a little selfish? Even once?”
Marnie chuckled, shaking her head, “It’s a bit too late for that, don’t you think?”
“No… Better to follow your dreams late than to let them die.” he let out a laugh, “Hell, Gil and I didn’t even start adventuring until we started going gray ourselves. As long as you’re still in this world, you have time.”
“Why are you being so nice to me?” Marnie questioned. It was almost suspicious how kind he was being. She wasn’t used to this, “What do you get out of this?”
“Nothing. I just want to be nice to you.”
A strange feeling came over her, almost a feeling of... love? It was true, she didn’t know Marlon that well. Besides the short conversations they had every once in a while, he was a mystery to her. But he was kind to her without any expectations in return, and he spoke to her like she was a person. He didn’t shy away when she showed emotion or encourage her to ‘just be happy’. It was nice. He was a good man, a kind man. With him, she felt seen in a way she never did with Lewis.
Slowly, she leaned her head against his shoulder, the poor man feeling his heart beat out of his chest. He had always loved Marnie from afar, but never spoke more than a few words to her before tonight. And now, she was confiding in him as if they had been close friends all their lives, sitting with him while they looked at the stars. He felt like the luckiest man in Pelican Town. They basked in the comfortable silence between them, Marlon slowly sliding his hand along the ground to reach Marnie’s. Feeling his touch, she moved to meet him as well, interlocking their fingers. It was just them, the lake, and the stars. No one else existed to them in the moment, and for once today, Marnie was truly at peace.
“You look beautiful tonight, you know,” Marlon finally admitted. Marnie lifted her head from his shoulder, looking at him with surprise. A tint of blush crept up the guildmaster’s face,” You always do...”
“Marlon…”
“Please, let me finish.” Marlon clasped her hand between his, squeezing gently as he looked at her with longing, “Marnie… I don’t care for many of the festivals in this town, but I always go for a chance just to see you. I make up reasons to go into town, since there’s a chance I may be able to say hello. You are the most beautiful woman in this town, this world, and anyone would be so lucky to have you in their life.”
He paused, waiting for a moment to see her reaction. He half expected her to run off, finding his confession offputting. But she didn’t. She just stared at him, the same longing in her eyes, silently begging him to continue.
“You deserve to have someone that looks out for you. I want to be that someone and I’ve wanted it for so long... I need you to know that. I apologize if it’s made you uncomfortable.”
“...Quite the opposite, really,” Marnie whispered, leaning in closer, “I think I’d like to know you better, Marlon.”
“As do I,”
Closing their eyes, they moved forward, lips gently pressing against each other. Marnie felt something now she had never felt with Lewis, a feeling she couldn’t exactly place. There was always the thrill of secrecy with the mayor, the feeling of the forbidden that made the adrenaline flow when they kissed. But Marlon made her feel safe. Being with him in this moment was soothing, warm. Her heart was racing, but for entirely different reasons now, good reasons.
The pair pulled back, unable to look each other in the eye from how flustered they had gotten. Marnie toyed with her hair, rubbing strands between her fingers nervously, “Can I see you again tomorrow?”
Marlon cupped a hand to her face, brushing his thumb against her cheek, “You are always welcome at the guild… Stop by at 7 tomorrow night.”
“It’s a date,” Marnie smiled. She stood up, brushing stray grass and leaves from her skirt, “I have a long walk home, I should get going.”
“I can come with you,” Marlon offered, “The mountains get dangerous at night, all sorts of creatures crawling out of the mines looking for a poor soul to follow.”
Marnie gave him a playful jab in the side, “Oh stop it, you’re not scaring me… a walk home does sound nice, though.”
Marlon smiled, holding out a bent arm for her to hold onto, leading her down the mountain. The feeling of the unknown that had been around them for so long was gone. They knew each other for such little time, but Marnie felt like she could tell him anything, as did Marlon. He told her all about his escapades in the mines, the monsters he faced and wild tall tales of his brushes with death down in those depths. She wasn’t sure how much of it was true or a legend, but she was entirely enthralled. The cadence of his storytelling voice, the excitement with which he spoke, it made her feel alive in a way that she never felt alive before. She’d grown so used to the same old stories; weeding the garden, standing in town square, visiting the local businesses. There was nothing wrong with a simple life, but this is what she wanted, no, needed more than anything. She needed someone who could excite and surprise her, and someone who listened.
It was near midnight by the time they reached the ranch. The moon was at its peak over the mountaintops, soft sounds of crickets chirping in the bushes. The lamp next to the door was lit, the soft yellow glow encircling the pair in angelic light as they said their goodbyes.
“I’m glad you found me again.” Marnie mused, taking his hands in hers, “Thank you, for everything.”
“Anything for you,” he responded, giving her hand a gentle kiss, “Have a goodnight, Marnie.”
The two parted ways, Marnie stepping softly through the door of her home, shutting it softly as to not wake Jas. The overhead lights in the foyer were on, buzzing softly. It initially frustrated her. Shane always forgot to turn them off before going to sleep, making for an expensive electric bill, and she wasn’t exactly made of money. But something caught her eye. The curio cabinet was polished and cleaned to near perfection, as was the once dusty floor. The glass shards that she had left behind were nowhere to be seen, only her own shiny reflection.
But most importantly was what was inside the cabinet. The middle shelf had been properly fixed, a support anchor screwed in beneath it. On top was Mona’s music box, glued together the best it could be. There were little gaps here and there, chips on the paint, but it was whole again. She gently picked it up, rubbing her thumb over the name on the pedestal. A little piece of paper, a note, sat next to it. Scrawly letters in Shane’s handwriting were scribbled on the front in pencil. She picked it up, squinting to read :
“I’m sorry about the mess I caused. It’s not fair to you. You’ve done a lot for me and Jas and I wanted to show I actually appreciate it. It’s not perfect, but we tried to get it fixed up.
I know I screwed up today. I’ve screwed up a lot recently. But I want to be better for you and Jas, and I hope you can forgive me for everything.
-Shane”
Marnie looked to the direction of her nephew's room, smiling softly. It was gestures like these that reminded her of just how sweet he was. Shane wasn’t all that different from her really, and she understood just how easy it was to fall into the habits and behaviors he had picked up. She tried to be patient, give him the time and support he needed, the same that she needed when she was in his place 27 years ago. It was taking time to get back to normal, or something close to it, but these moments made her feel like things could be okay again.
Marnie gently placed the note on her shop counter, making her way into her bedroom with a small smile on her face. She turned on her nightstand lamp, sitting down on the old bed that sat flush against the wall. She pulled Marlon’s handkerchief from her pocket, rubbing a thumb over the fabric. It was a simple little square with basic stitching around the edges, the fabric a faded robins-egg blue. It meant everything to her. The initially unassuming rag was a symbol of a great change in her life, a change she never saw coming.
The adventurer had given her a new lease on life, hope that despite her situation, she could still continue to do more. Marnie could be more than just the little rancher in Cindersap forest, more than what was expected of her in this life. Lewis never made her feel this way, and she was beginning to wonder what she ever saw in that man to begin with. Perhaps it was out of desperation, out of a desire for anyone to even look her way and consider her desirable, no matter how they treated her. The bar was pitifully low, but Marlon had raised it to the stars in just one night. She could actually imagine the future she wanted with him, Lewis’ face fading from those visions. Holding hands as they strolled in town, waltzing together at the Flower Dance, and maybe even getting married. Today was a good day, she decided, just not in the way she ever expected.
She turned to look at the dial-up phone on her dresser. She had made an important decision, and it was time to let it be known. Picking up the receiver, she dialed in Lewis’ number, waiting anxiously for a response. She half hoped he’d pick up so she could hear his reaction in real time, but mostly prayed that he was asleep. Ring after ring droned out, until a prompt to leave a message started. Taking a deep breath, she spoke softly, yet firmly into the receiver.
“We’re done.”
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trekkele · 2 months ago
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Chapters: 1/7 Fandom: Batman - All Media Types, Superman - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Clark Kent & Bruce Wayne Characters: Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne Additional Tags: Jewish Clark Kent, Jewish Bruce Wayne, Judaism, Community - Freeform, Original Characters as Needed - Freeform Summary:
Several vignettes about Clark and Bruce being jewish together, or next to each other, or just in general, because be the change you want to see in the world.
*fic title is just Yiddish for ‘the week’.
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th-xeno · 1 year ago
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heyyy remember dbh-vampyr-deusex AU? here's more of it! some sibling stuff for today.
the first post with some explanations (for context: El'd been a vampire for a decade before Gavin became, so the last sketch takes place later in the story then the first ones)
and also! Megan Reed is a scientist from Deus Ex Human Revolution and invented augmentations but after it she greatly fucked up. DEHR had place around the 2028, DBH plot happened in 2038 and I find it hilarious to think that Megan is the twins' big sister. kinda supportive but also EL STOP OR I'LL BITE YOUR HEAD OUT.
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sweetreveriee · 3 months ago
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⋆⭒˚.⋆ REVERIE. armenian. reader. writer. james beaufort's wife. she/her. volleyball player. minor. real life angel of death. pinterest whore. spotify slut. old money aesthetic. black, white and grey >>>. sleep's number one fan. !!
⠀⃟𐔌⠀ᩴ ENEMIES MAKE THE BEST LOVERS ♡𓈒⁎
⋆⭒˚.⋆ LINKS. in depth intro. pinterest. spotify. @darling-vee - writing acc. @hisreveriee - dehr ™
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blurred-pride · 1 year ago
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Mascseaslugender
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[ID: A rectangle with 9 stripes, the going in the order of dark blue, dark yellow, light purple, dark purple, blue purple, dark purple, light purple, dark yellow, and dark blue. The dark blue stripes have arches throughout them, colored light blue with a darker blue on the inside. The yellow stripes have grey dots going along them. End ID.]
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mascseaslugender: a masculine gender related to sea slugs
pronunciation: mask-see-sluhg-gen-dehr
Flag colors: designed and pulled/altered from a picture of a sea slug
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enfustenafaka · 8 months ago
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Gönül bu âlem-i dehr içre sanma hâlî bir dil var Ezel Mecnûn-ı zülf ü kâkül-i Leylâ-yı aşkdır hep
(Ey gönül bu dünya yaratıldığından beri âlemde boş bir gönül var sanma. Bütün gönüller ezelden beri aşk Leylâsının (sevdiğinin gönlünden geçmesine, bir kez isminin anılmasına saçının bir teline mecnûndur) saçlarının mecnûnudur.)
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dutchessofcaladan · 7 months ago
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Pirates of the Caribbean: Wrath of the Kraken
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3! This is where my knowledge of Tides of War comes in handy to fix that plothole from Dead Men Tell No Tales' end credit. Also, I get to bring back one of my favorite characters (aka the fictional love of my life). This story has been really fun so far and I hope you guys have enjoyed! As always, a big thanks to @phantomoftheparadise0002 for beta-reading reading! I hope you're not sick of me 🤞🏼
Summary: When Jack recruits Smith to help him find the lost relics of Cortez, their mission doesn't go as planned when they run into terrors and joys from their past, ultimately witnessing the resurrection of the Dutchman...and her beloved Captain.
TW: Some language, pirate violence
Arriving in Tortuga mere hours later, Smith told her crew to go ahead while she stayed behind.
When she was sure her crew was out of earshot she screamed "CALYPSO!" to the heavens, rage evident in her voice.
"I told you not to speak him name."
Swiftly turning to face her, Smith growled, "What the hell did you do?"
"I do not'ing."
"Then how the hell is he back?!"
Hearing footsteps behind her, Calypso turned to see Jack standing behind her, the anger in his eyes matching Smith's.
"Jack." The Goddess greeted sweetly.
Jack said nothing, merely sneering at her.
Looking between them nervously, Calypso sighed. "Deh Davy Jones you saw in deh maelstrom was not deh Davy Jones dat fought wit deh East India Trading Company."
Smith and Jack's brows furrowed.
"It was him Shade."
"Shade?" Jack asked.
"A version of a person from another's memories." Smith answered. Looking at Calypso, she added, "But they're just myths. Stories that parents tell to their children. How the hell would one come into the real world?"
"Dehr are many stories, all of which are true." Calypso answered. "After you destroy deh Trident of Poseidon, Will Turner call to me, tell me to destroy deh Dutchman once he return to him family."
"How does that cause someone's Shade to appear?" Jack asked.
"The Dutchman." Smith breathed. Looking to Jack, she added, "Most Shades are bound to an object. My mother told me the story of a solider who had won many battles with a sword made of pure gold. When he died, his comrads attempted to melt the sword into a medal to give to his wife. As the blacksmith put it in the furnace, he was killed. It's said that as he died, the only thing he uttered was the dead soldier's name. Later, the comrads who gave the sword to the blacksmith told the Governor that the person who killed the blacksmith was their friend, using the sword of gold."
Jack shivered.
"When you attempted to destroy the Dutchman 9 years ago, that must've been what brought Jones back."
Calypso nodded.
"So how do we get rid of him this time?" Jack asked.
Smith shrugged. "My mother never told me that part of the story."
Shouting arose from the city as a group was being pushed towards the dock, Scrum and Mullroy at the front.
"Guess that's our sign to leave." Smith sighed, shaking her head.
"Captain!" Scrum called from the Crow's Nest.
"Aye?"
"We're aproachin' the island!" He smiled.
Looking out towards the bow, Smith smiled at the faint twinkles of the rubies in the light of the rising sun.
Jack smiled as he looked over at Smith as she stood at the helm of the Revenge, her posture straighter, an air of hope surrounding her as the island became closer.
"Where is he?" Smith asked, pacing the island for what felt like the 100th time. "She said he'd be here."
"I believe the word she used was repayment." Jack corrected.
"Oh, don't try that with me!" She shot back. "If it wasn't Hector we're here for then why would she send us here?"
As she turned to look out at the sea, something appeared in her mind's eye. A great chasm stretched across the sea, the Pearl on one side and the Silent Mary on the other, the Pearl's anchor dangling into the divide.
"Captain Sparrow, my effects." She said, taking off her coat and shoving it into his hands along with her pistol, sword, and hat.
Before he could question why, she dove into the sea.
"I'll never understand her." He said offhandedly to Scrum, causing Gibbs to give him a confused look.
Smith felt as if her lungs were on fire as she pushed herself to swim as deep as she could, the images of Hector being swallowed by the sea not deterring her.
Scrum watched as Jack started to shift his weight constantly from foot to foot.
"You alrigh', Cap'n?" He questioned, narrowing his eyes.
Throwing Smith's things to the ground, he began to take off his own effects, adding them to the pile at his feet.
"She's been down there too long." He said simply.
Just as he was about to jump in, Smith burst through the surface of the water, gasping for air, Hector's limp body in her arms.
"DUTCHMAN!" Someone from the Pearl screamed as the bright flash of cannon fire erupted from the other side of the ship.
As the mast of the Pearl fell, Jack, Scrum, and Gibbs jumped into the sea, Gibbs and Scrum taking Hector's weight while Jack grabbed Smith.
Standing on the deck of the Revenge, the crew watched in horror as the Pearl sank to the depths.
"Wouldn't be an adventure without loosing the Pearl, eh?" Jack joked sadly, attempting to distract himself from the lose of his beloved ship as he left the crowd.
Looking to Scrum and Gibbs, Smith instructed them to place Hector on the bed in the Captain’s cabin while she followed Jack.
Placing a hand on his shoulder, she gave it a small squeeze.
"She was a fine ship." Smith offered, to which Jack nodded.
"Aye." He sighed.
"We'll get her back." Smith promised. "We've done it before."
Jack looked at her, a deep sadness in his eyes as he nodded.
Wrapping her arms around him, Smith held Jack close as they mourned the Pearl.
"Captain!" Came Scrum's voice.
Smith removed herself from Jack's hold.
"He's awake."
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myladytara · 17 days ago
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This nazm is titled "Mujh Se Pehli Si Mohabbat" by Faiz Ahmed Faiz.
Mujh se pehli si mohabbat mere mehboob na maang
Maine samjha tha ke tu hai to darakhshan hai hayat
Tera gham hai to gham-e-dehr ka jhagra kya hai
Teri soorat se hai aalam mein bahaaron ko sabaat
Teri aankhon ke siwa duniya mein rakha kya hai
Tu jo mil jaaye to taqdeer nigoon ho jaaye
Yun na tha, maine faqat chaha tha yun ho jaaye
Aur bhi dukh hain zamaane mein mohabbat ke siwa
Raahatein aur bhi hain wasl ki raahat ke siwa
Mujh se pehli si mohabbat mere mehboob na maang...
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aakhripaigham · 2 months ago
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Ishq-e-Rasool (SAW) ❤ - Dr. Allama Muhammad Iqbal
کی محمّدؐ سے وفا تُو نے تو ہم تیرے ہیں یہ جہاں چیز ہے کیا، لوح و قلم تیرے ہیں
Ki Muhammad (S.A.W.) Se Wafa Tu Ne Tau Hum Tere Hain Yeh Jahan Cheez Hai Kya, Loh-o-Qalam Tere Hain
If you are loyal to Muhammad we are yours This universe is nothing the Destiny and the Pen are yours
نگاہِ عشق و مستی میں وہی اوّل، وہی آخر وہی قُرآں، وہی فُرقاں، وہی یٰسیں، وہی طٰہٰ
Nigah-e-Ishq-o-Masti Mein Wohi Awal, Wohi Akhir Wohi Quran, Wohi Furqan, Wohi Yasin, Wohi Taha
In the gaze of love and ecstasy,He (SAW) is the beginning,He (SAW) is the end, He (SAW) is the Quran, He (SAW) is the Furqan (Criterion) He (SAW) is Yasin,He (SAW) is Taha.
قُوّتِ عشق سے ہر پست کو بالا کر دے دہر میں اسمِ محمّدؐ سے اُجالا کر دے
Quwwat-e-Ishq Se Har Past Ko Bala Kar De Dehr Mein Ism-e-Muhammad (S.A.W.) Se Ujala Kar De
With the Love’s power elevate every low to elegance With Muhammad’s (SAW) name illuminate the whole world
خوشا وہ وقت کہ یثرب مقام تھا اس کا خوشا وہ دور کہ دیدار عام تھا اس کا
Khosha Woh Waqt Ke Yasrab Maqam Tha Uss Ka Khosha Woh Dour Ke Didar Aam Tha Uss Ka
How wonderful was the time when Yathrib was his (SAW) abode, How beautiful was the era when his (SAW) sight was available to all.
سالارِ کارواں ہے میرِ حجازؐ اپنا اس نام سے ہے باقی آرامِ جاں ہمارا
Salar-e-Karwan Hai Meer-e-Hijaz (S.A.W.) Apna Iss Naam Se Hai Baqi Aram-e-Jaan Humara
The Lord of Hijaz is the leader of our community; From this name comes the peace of our soul.
لَوح بھی تُو، قلم بھی تُو، تیرا وجود الکتاب گُنبدِ آبگینہ رنگ تیرے محیط میں حباب
Loh Bhi Tu Qalam Bhi Tu, Tera Wajood Al-Kitab Gunbad-e-Abgina Rang tere Muheet Mein Habab
You are the Sacred Tablet, You are the Pen and the Book; This blue‐colored dome is a bubble in the sea that you are.
ہو نہ یہ پھُول تو بُلبل کا ترنُّم بھی نہ ہو چَمنِ دہر میں کلیوں کا تبسّم بھی نہ ہو
Ho Na Ye Phool To Bulbul Ka Tarannum Bhi Na Ho Chaman-e-Dehr Mein Kaliyon Ka Tabassum Bhi Na Ho
If this fair flower blossom not, The nightingale will not sing, In the garden of world, theflower-buds wouldn't beam with joy.
یہ نہ ساقی ہو تو پھرمے بھی نہ ہو، خُم بھی نہ ہو بزمِ توحید بھی دنیا میں نہ ہو، تم بھی نہ ہو
Ye Na Saqi Ho To Phir Mai Bhi Na Ho, Khum Bhi Na Ho Bazm-e-Touheed Bhi Dunya Mein Na Ho, Tum Bhi Na Ho
If he (SAW) were not the Saki, then there would be no wine, nor the Jar. Nor in this world will tawhid shine, Nor you (Muslims) exist
خیمہ افلاک کا اِستادہ اسی نام سے ہے نبضِ ہستی تپش آمادہ اسی نام سے ہے
Khema Aflak Ka Istada Issi Naam Se Hai Nabz-e-Hasti Tapish Aamadah Issi Naam Se Hai
The tent of the skies stands firm by this very name. The pulse of existence, is warm by this very name.
~ Dr. Allama Iqbal Voice: Zia Mohyeddin
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prozac-shaped-urn · 1 year ago
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Even though I know **I KNOW** it’s coming, every time Kieran ad libs that “it suf uh dehr per *fart noise*” in 208 I crack the FUCK up.
It’s just so fucking random kasjslsjskskdnflslskwpskcivifjrmelwpsp
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ao3feed-brucewayne · 2 months ago
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Dehr Vuch
read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/5Y8DjGN by Trekkele Several vignettes about Clark and Bruce being jewish together, or next to each other, or just in general, because be the change you want to see in the world. *fic title is just Yiddish for ‘the week’. Words: 1217, Chapters: 1/7, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Superman - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen Characters: Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne Relationships: Clark Kent & Bruce Wayne Additional Tags: Jewish Clark Kent, Jewish Bruce Wayne, Judaism, Community - Freeform, Original Characters as Needed - Freeform read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/5Y8DjGN
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