#Frist Center

[confused-spood]

Where else am I gonna rant if not to a group of random strangers that barely know me, right? So ofc I'm gonna rant here cuz these people have no idea who tf I am.

....turns out I have no words to explain how I'm feeling right now so I offer this emoji instead: 😔

[princetonarchives]

Tiger Tuesday: Tiger stuffing and decorating festival at Princeton University's Frist Campus Center, 2014.

Image from Daily Princetonian

The entire Tiger Tuesday series

[romanscoming]

“YOUR STILL SO INNOCENT—YOU DIDNT EVEN THINK TO NOTICE MY FLIRTING..”

CAMP-CONSELOR!NANCY WHEELER x CAMP-CONSELOR!BLACK!BIMBO READER. SMUT — 18+

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REQUESTED; “i was wondering if you could write for nancy wheeler x fem bimbo reader. where both of them are camp counselors and nancy seduces the reader. reader is all giggly and dumb and innocent. they scissor in one of the cabins.” — anonymous.

**FRIST ONESHOT I AM DOING—IT MAY BE BAD**

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lesbian sex, good girl kink, dom/sub kink, innocent kink, hair pulling kink, dry-humping, hair pulling, praise, creampie, cum eating/play, multiple/a couple of orgasms, dumb/innocent!reader, soft dom!nancy, sub!reader, semi public sex, breast play/sucking, viginal fingering, rubbing against, (pet names; princess, angel, baby girl, good girl, pretty girl, sweet pea baby, love, honey).

IF I MISSED ANY, SORRY.

YOUVE BEEN A CAMP-COUNSELOR FOR A WHILE, Nancy was just a new addition to the live style, short after your 3 years of counseling she ended up joining right after, which led to the position you guys were in this evening.

Breakfast passed and you were now in hall with the mixture of young boys and girls the ages of 4-8,, a big group of kids and the other was Nancy’s group which was another group of 9-13 year olds girls, going to the activity you’d just came from; each group had a activity to do, and once they were done they had to rotate.. it was just like playing centers.

“Hi, y/n honey.” Nancy called out to you, as she got the kids to settle down and wait for her instructions.

“Sadly we won’t be together for a while during these activities.., how have you been?”

You smiled at her sweetness quickly replied with a, “I’ve been perfect, busy with the little ones but—what about you,, how have you been?”

Nancy was just about to reply to you, just as Benjamin walked between them with another pair of 9-13 year old boys.

“Y/n, your activity is open, I’ll be taking it.” Ben smiled at you which you kindly repeated with a small cute nod.

“Y/n—I was going to—“

“You and your angels should go to your next activity.” Benjamin butted into Nancy’s sentence.

“Your right, but I’m talking to Nancy right now—Would you like to walk with me Nance?” You questioned as she smiled at you, nodding as she got her group of kids to line up behind her.

You smiled once again—a soft one at Nance before walking ahead a little as you turned and waved off at Benjamin, turning to talk to nancy once again.

“You look very beautiful today.” Nancy spoked staring at your face with a hint of pinkness on both of her cheeks.

You giggled and mumbled a small, “Thank you, you look pretty too Nance.” as the little ones followed behind both of you,

Finally making to the next activity for the kids, you both ended up teaching them how to play, and right after sat together on the bench.

You both were sitting chatting, you all fuzzy and giggling while, Nancy was playing with the hence on your skirt pulling and tugging on the bottom of it, as he other hand was bouncing and rubbing on your thigh,

“You seem touchy today Nancy?” You asked the girl smiling, looking up at her

“I haven’t seen you for 2 days, I miss you.” Nancy replied as he had flew up to your matching polo button up shirt in the color pink like your pleated skirt, playing with the buttons.

Your smile grew soft at her words as you placed your hand on top of hers which was by your beating heart—making her feel your pulse.

“That’s sweet, I miss you too Nancy.”

Nancy had gotten closer to you, “Am I making you feel that way—Making your heart beat fasten like that?” It was almost as if she wanted to be under your skin—on top of you or something.

You being the girl you are, smiled and nodded once again at her words looking into her precious puppy eyes, Nancy had other plans,,

She cupped your face as the hand that was on your thigh slowly was moving up to your panties without you even noticing, Nancy thumb rolled and rubbed against your cheek as she pulled you in for a tight hug.

As you were hugging you felt her face smashing into her neck.., next was the feel like her lips press against it, making you shiver a little but giggle, after that it was a slimy figure sliding across your neck, about twice in a row.

Nancy’s Tongue.

You muffled up a bunch of words at once,“Nggh—Nancy..what are you doing..mmh-aAh..” She was now sucking on it—roughly as the hand you thought was on your thigh was now cupping your pussy, cupping your private..covering your now half wet panties as you felt your cunt getting wet.

“You taste so sweet, and smell so nice y/n..” She hummed in your neck making you shiver more, as her touch started to trail back up.

“Thankyouuu-..Mmfh!” You moaned one covering you mouth while the other his grabbing the wrist to the hand that was press against your panties, “No..no Aaah-“

You squirm in her touch as you tried to push and shove her touch away, but nun of it worked,, “Just a little more y/n-baby..”

She spread your legs apart as she hop into your thigh letting you feel her puddle of wetness on her unclothed cunt,, “Nancy were is your—Aagh~~Please”

Nancy shove her two fingers, middle and index pass your undies rubbing you clit slowly.. causing you to start whining and whimpering.

“Shh.., I didn’t wear any.., I knew I had to come see you today.” She added on, pulling the hand from your cunt to her lips, “I didn’t wear any panties for you..y/n.”

She whisper in your ear low, as she suck onto the wetness that was on her fingers from you as you watched her closely, “fFor me..?”

“yes love, for you, y/n I need you” Nance whined, as she slowed started to grind her hips onto your thigh, whispering sweet things to you.

“Y/n, my angel you look so beautiful today..your lips look so kissable,, can I kiss you princess?” Nancy asked once again, kissing your neck before turning her head to be face to face.

You watched Nancy closely, staring right back into her eyes as tears was slowly forming in your eyes, you started to pleaded to her wanting more “Please..please Nance—kiss me.”

Nancy chuckled, smiling at you, “My sweet girl, begging..I love it.”

Just as the words came out her mouth, you smashed your lips onto hers, kissing her sweetly at first, lips press together before it got rough as Nancy gave full control, biting onto your lip—pushing her tongue into your mouth exploring all over the special word of “y/n’s mouth”.

Once you pulled away for air, you were not being pulled to a cabin.. one of the abandoned cabins nobody uses anymore,, they were just old—normally for children who acted up and have to face a consequence, but it was clean.

Nancy quickly got the door open, pushing you onto the bed as got in between your thighs kissing your other lip through your panties, traveling the small kisses down your thighs all the way to your feet.

“Ah—Nancy please..”

Nancy crawled to face level with you, as your left legs was around her body as he sat between you with your right between her thighs, kissing your lips once again, “What’s seems to be the matter..pretty girl?”

“I feel something..help me Nance—“ You whined as the tears from earlier fell outta your eyes.

Nancy giggles as she rolled her hips against yours, cause a reaction to fall from your lips.

a moan

“Ah-right here angel?”

You nodded your head quickly at her words, as she started going fast and faster, next things next—your polo shirt was still on but boobs exposed as you were biting onto the shirt to stop your moans as the drool was rolling from you cheek onto the shirt repeated..

“These are so pretty, promise not to hit these from me anymore..” Nancy whispers as she played with your nipples,“Can you do that for me y/n, please princess?”

You quickly nodded, staring into her eyes as she rubbed herself against you fast, cussing the shirt to fall out of your mouth.

A big moan left your lips as your pouted wanting Nancy closer to you more and more, as your were enjoying this new feeling.. you needed this.

“Word, I need words baby” Nancy said kissing your stomach.

“Nance—mmfh~more please.. I wa-need more..” You cried reaching your arms out to her,

She let out a small smile, kissing your lips hungrily—before tugging onto your panties, “Lemme give you more baby,, I’ll make you feel so much better by getting these off.”

You let out a giggle before holding onto her shoulders as you kissed her once or twice as she pulled your undies off of your body fully,,

Once yours was on, Nancy quickly had token hers off and was back in the same position

She was rubbing against fast then before, both of your clits rubbing over of one and another repeating like as you started to babble pleasing her “Do—aAh~..don’t stop please..Nance”

Nance smiled to herself as she continued to roll her clit into yours, roughly and quick.

She started sucking onto your boobs as you trail you hands to her hand pulling onto it, as she sucked and watching you whine, moan & cry all at once—it was like a masterpiece to her.

Shortly after, you were filled with hickeys and pinkish red marks on your neck and breast, She tailed another set of kisses from your neck to your mouth giving you a full on kiss.

She started a tongue war as soon as her tongue was aloud into your mouth, as one of her hands handled onto your hip, while the other was slowly moving toward your pussy lip,

Her fingers slid between the layer before she started to circle your bud fast, and fasten as your moans begin to expand and get loud as she smirk at the thought of you being near your climax, and the faces you’d make when you cum.

“Y/n..” Nancy whispered like a chant repeated, as she started humping you faster as her mouth hung open eyes glued on your ass as you cried from all the newly pleasure you were feeling.

“Na-Aahh~ Nance.. I’m….I think I’m gonna pee..mmfgh~!”

Nancy flashed she teeth at you with her open mouth as she buried her head into your neck kissing and bite it as she whisper, “Honey,,…y/n your gonna cum, me too-Ahh~ can you hold it, for me.. be a good girl—hold it for me.”

“No no no—Ngh~~please Naaa~Nancyyy!!” You cried, punch of tears fall out of your eyes as Nancy head flew up and kiss your tears away.

Nancy lick, suck, kissed and dry up all of your tears as she started to hump you more faster and quickly wanting to reach for both of your climax more faster so she can baby you, and cool you down for aftercare.

You wrapped you arms around Nancy’s neck as you body started to jerk back up and hump back against the girl on top of you, this caused you both to have that tingling feeling of a pit at the bottom of your stomachs,

“You doing so good sweet pea mmfgh~~, my my pretty girl.”

“Nancy’s pretty girl—aAh~ only..only nnmfh..” You muffled looking into her eyes softly, the drool was leaking from you mouth and you were seeing Nancy and a whole bunch of stars about the both of you.. it was like a dream.

“Yes, honey—only Nancy’s pretty girl.., it’s crazy how your still so innocent—you didn’t even think to notice my flirting..my sweet baby girl.”

She smashed her lips onto yours once again as you returned as both of your hips smash, rubbed and slide against eachother repeatedly, over and over and over—wanting to get to all sticky and mushy together.

The room was getting heated hella heated then before as you guys shared that ass, you let out a loud moan as you pulled away with saliva following you both as y’all parted from another both moaning and messy.

The humps you guys were returning were getting sloppy as you both were getting closer and closer, “Nancy.. please,,mmmgfhh~~!”

You came all onto Nancy’s clit and pussy lips letting all of your juices leak from yourself and onto the bed and also from her,

“So pretty—Y/n..y/n~,, y/n.” She chanted your name as she reach her climax and cummed onto your coated pussy.. getting both of you stick as hell, all of her cum started to fall into your pussy like a waterfall leaking back onto the messy bed sheets, “My baby, my y/n.. my..my pretty girl.” Nancy smiled kissing you as she wrapped you into her arms,

“Nancy’s mmfh~ my pretty girl to?” You asked palms planted onto her face holding her closely.

Nancy smiled softly giving you a full on affection kiss, “Yes.., of course y/n I’m your pretty girl, and you mines.”

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[corrodedseraphine]

angel's touch | one shot

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

fic based on the request from @mylovelycrazyworld, thank you dear I really hope you won't be dissapointed!

request: I wanted to request an Eddie x fem reader fic, like the reader's love language is touch and words of affirmation and eddie is still a bit new to it, kinda have a small fight cause of miscommunication but eddie realizes that he needs to make it up to her with something very special (you choose what cause i trust you 100%) and a fluffy ending please 🥹 angst/fluff, established relationship

TW: mentions of near-death experience in the Upside Down, blood, pain

3 932 words

the one shot is also avaliable on ao3

It is my frist request ever, so you can only imagine how happy I felt when I got it, damn 😭 When it comes to the song... I wrote it myself, so it is okay if you don't like it, you can always pretend it is any other song you like!

eddie munson masterlist | general masterlist

"Don't...let go." he choked out feeling that these were his last breaths. You were lying on the cold ground holding him in your arms after he decided to become monster bait. The words were coming out of his mouth accompanied by blood, you had to do something to keep him from bleeding out.

"I won't let go baby, never," you said. "And I'm sorry..."

"For w-what?"

"Dustin, help me." You said, tearing the sleeves off your shirt. "Bring a sheet from the trailer." The boy wordlessly ran to where you ordered. "I am so sorry baby, but I have to. I am so sorry." You started making makeshift tourniquets out of the material you had. You pressed a large piece of sheet to the larger wound on his abdomen, pressing down with all your strength. The pain that spread throughout Eddie's body was unimaginable. His screams and begging you to stop spread throughout the area, but he did not have the strength to defend himself. Dustin watched it all with horror. Tears flowed from your eyes as you kept saying how sorry you were, that you didn't want to hurt him but that you had to, that you saw no other way out, that he had to hold on until the others would return and they could help you pull him to the other side.

"P-please... stop," those were his last words before losing consciousness. 

"Steve! Steve Faster!" shouted Dustin seeing them running from afar.

The following events passed by at a rapid pace. As soon as you got on the good side of the trailer you immediately sped off toward the hospital where you spent almost every day for the next few weeks. 

You didn't leave Eddie's side for a second, constantly holding his hand and telling him how much you loved him and how important he was to you. It was only the beginning of your relationship when all the chaos happened. Time flew by and the wounds on his body slowly began to heal and no longer hurt as much as they did. He joked that he would rather go back to the Upside Down than return to the hell known as Hawkins High, but the two of you agreed that on the first day you would wait for him outside the building, and that's exactly what happened. Filled with anxiety and nervousness, he was approaching the entrance when he heard your voice.

"Eddie, baby!" you shouted running toward him, then hugged and kissed him on his healthy cheek. Feeling your touch he stiffened sensing even more stress. When he looked around he saw that everyone was watching you. Feeling the panic rising in him he moved away. "Are you okay?" you asked seeing his reaction.

"Yes, just wounds... y'know sometimes they still hurt." he lied.

"Sorry..." you said grabbing his hand. "Ready to go back?" you asked wanting to change the subject.

"No." He sighed.

"It'll be fine, let's go." As you proudly stepped through the hallway holding your boyfriend's hand, Eddie felt the stares of others burn new holes in his body. In the past, it wouldn't have bothered him. He used to do everything to be the center of attention himself, but now he dreamed of getting away from that place as soon as possible and never coming back. He only lasted two lessons that day. The second was with difficulty when he sat behind the cheerleaders who gossiped too loudly about him.

"Did you see the wound on his face?" asked one.

"They say he has them all over his body..." 

"Gross. I don't know how y/n can stand it. I bet when he fucks her it's only in the dark."

"Maybe he has scars there too?" the blonde smirked.

"Poor y/n...I don't know what she sees in that freak. I was already shocked from the start, and now after coming back? She still looks in love, did you see the way she looks at him? She snuggles up to him every minute, if she could she wouldn't let him out of her arms."

"Maybe he's giving her some kind of drugs, some strange love potion, or has actually made a pact with Satan. Who knows."

"Jessie, stop watching movies, because you're seriously out of your mind..."

"I heard that Marcus wants to try to ask her out and get her away from the freak and his scars. What do you think she'll agree?"

"Marcus is a definite hottie. Who wouldn't agree?"

That was an overkill. Hearing what they were saying his heart was beating faster and faster and getting more and more breathless. He struggled to hold on until the bell rang, and when it finally sounded he was the first to run out of the classroom, where you were waiting for him right by the door. You greeted him with a broad smile but he could not reciprocate it. Immediately recognizing that something was wrong you asked what happened but he didn't want to tell you. All he did was to say that he felt sick and had to go home as soon as possible. You offered to go with him right away but the "no" from his mouth came out too quickly and aggressively. Shocked, you agreed thinking that he simply needed some time alone to rest. When he returned home what was happening to him could not be called rest.

He was lying on his bed staring at the ceiling and trying to deal with the thoughts that were coming into his head. It was a real storm. Eddie never had anyone who wanted to hold his hand in public places. He never had anyone who dropped everything just to hug him. No one was ever happy to see him, no one was ever brave enough to give him pet names and kiss his cheek in front of other people. Later he met Dustin and Mike, who introduced him to you. Something instantly sparked between the two of you, and at the very beginning he himself did not want to let you out of his arms for a second. Eddie who constantly called you his princess, Eddie who every now and then did everything to be as close as possible to you and steal a little kiss from you, Eddie who during lunch wouldn't let you sit on the bench saying that your place was unquestionably on his knee... Eddie who didn't expect you to start doing the same towards him. He was used to being the only person in any relationship who makes an effort. For him it was normal, he gives all of himself and the other person only takes, so when you, in addition to taking, began to give him love and affection he did not know how to behave. It was new to him and in a way frightening. But after all, this is how a normal, happy relationship should be, right? When it's both sides making an effort, not just one. So what was wrong with him? Why did sometimes your affecionate touch burned him? Why was it that sometimes when you touched his abdomen he felt that piercing pain again like that time in the Upside Down when you tried to somehow stop his bleeding?

The next day at school passed similarly, during breaks you didn't leave his side still holding his hand, and when it came time for the first lunch after his return you took your standard place on his lap wrapping your arms around his neck, placing small kisses on his face from time to time. The eyes of the entire cafeteria were once again on you, people whispered to each other without taking their eyes off. Eddie felt that he was about to choke, with all his might he tried to act normal, but he couldn't, he felt too overwhelmed, so he was relieved when Robin called out to you from the other end of the cafeteria.

"I'll go to her, okay?" you asked.

"Sure." he replied forcing himself to smile.

"Are you sure, you okay?"

"Yeah." he shrugged his shoulders.

"See you later, baby. I love you." You kissed him on the cheek and walked away.

"I think I'm about to puke." Gareth laughed. "See you later, baby. I love you." he began to tease you in a high-pitched tone. He always did, the whole Hellfire always laughed at you, but never in a bad way. The truth was that everyone was rooting for your relationship, and the teasing was purely friendly. The former Eddie laughed it off pointing out to them that they were pathetic jealous people but now he didn't respond with anything.

For the rest of the day he was quiet, far too quiet and despite the fact that you tried to talk to him he would not explain anything. You spent the whole day wondering what was going on and worried that it might be related to the Upside Down. What if Vecna still had access to Eddie's mind and was trying to mess with his head? Unable to sit still, you quickly headed toward Forest Hill Trailer Park. There you found Eddie sitting on the steps looking at the evening sky.

"What are you doing here?" he asked surprised when you approached him.

"We need to talk Eddie, I need to know what's going on with you, is it Henry? Do you still feel his presence? Do you have visions?" the worry was painfully evident on your face.

"I'm fine." he muttered focusing his gaze on the ground.

"No you are not Eddie, stop lying to me!" your nerves were slowly taking over you. You would do anything to help him, so why didn't he want to let you?

"It's just... too much!" he shouted hearing your nervous tone. "Too fucking much! You are... You are suffocating me y/n..." That was the moment he cracked. "You're always too close, you don't leave me an inch, I- I don't know!"

"But... you asked me not to let you go." you were in shock, the fact that you were the reason for his upset was breaking your heart. Tears streamed into your eyes, you couldn't believe that all along you had been living in the belief that your behavior was a sign of the love you felt for him and not something to overwhelm him.

"Sometimes it feels like I can't breathe, sometimes when you touch me I feel the same damn pain as the other night when..."

"Do you think I wanted to hurt you? Eddie you were bleeding out! I had to do anything to save you!"

"People keep staring at us, laughing at us, talking shit about us!"

"And since when do you care what a bunch of assholes from school think? You never cared!"

"I know and I am sorry okay? I am trying to be normal I am really trying, but I can't!" his voice slowly began to break too.

"I'm sorry Eddie, I'm sorry for every moment I made you feel bad..." You felt like taking him in your arms and kissing away all the pain he was feeling, just like you did before, but this time you couldn't. It hurt you even more.

"I just needs some time... some space." He said more calmly. "Can we do this?" he grabbed your hand.

"Of course we can." You whispered squeezing his a little tighter. That must have been enough. "See you at school, Eddie. I love you." No matter how much difficulty it took you, you had to adjust. You couldn't stand any more moments where you had to make him uncomfortable.

"I love you too..." he replied feeling the weight fall from his shoulders. 

The next few days were a huge challenge for you. You put all your strength into keeping your showing of affection to a minimum. Now if you hugged, held hands or anything else, it was always Eddie who took the initiative. Terrified of starting to overwhelm him again, you stopped taking the first steps. And Eddie? did not feel good about it at all. And he hated himself even more. You were no longer waiting for him before entering the school, and your pleased voice at the sight of him was not the first thing he heard. Walking down the school corridor without holding your hand, he felt even more lost than before. Eating lunch you sat on the bench next to him, not feeling your weight on his lap he nervously shook his leg under the table feeling cold. When the two of you met for movie marathons you took a seat on the opposite side of the couch. When you were going somewhere together and he was driving your hand didn't play with his hair or gently stroked his neck as you used to always do. All pet names disappeared and only Eddie remained. Only Eddie who lost the only warmth in his life at his very request. After all, he was the one who wanted it, he himself asked you to give him space, so you respected it.

One day when you decided to have lunch with Robin he noticed Marcus walking towards you. He knew well why he was going, he knew well what was about to happen. He watched with a tightened throat as you smiled the whole time while talking. Unfortunately, it was too noisy in the cafeteria to hear exactly what you were saying and lip reading was never something he was good at. Your conversation lasted less than two minutes, when Marcus walked away from your table you stood up and moved straight towards Eddie asking him to talk. With a pounding heart he motioned for you to follow him into the hallway, where he found silence between you.

"So this is how it ends, huh?" he asked sadly feeling his heart breaking.

"What are you talking about?" you asked surprised.

"I saw you talking to Marcus, he asked you out... Listen, I really want you to be happy, I know I'm not good enough-"

"Jesus Eddie!" you exclaimed. "How could you even think I said yes?"

"Because he looks much better than me? He is better!"

"Maybe Marcus looks good, but he will never be as handsome to me as you are Eddie." You walked closer to him. "With or without scars, you're the only one I can see." You raised your hand wanting to stroke his cheek but halfway stopped yourself by withdrawing your hand. Seeing this, Eddie felt like crying, he wanted to take back all the words from that night. He needed your closeness again, he needed your warmth, he needed you. "I know there have been some misunderstandings between us lately..." you continued. "But I still love you and I have no intention of stopping. That's why I want to do everything I can to make you feel happy again."

"I love you too." he replied quickly taking you in his arms. Surprised by this gesture, you reciprocated the embrace with pleasure enjoying the momentum of intimacy that had been scarce between you lately.

"Have fun at the rehearsal with the guys okay?" you said pulling away from him with a slight smile.

"I will." he replied reciprocating the smile. "Can I call you when we're done?"

"I'll be waiting."

When you went back to the cafeteria, you returned to your seat next to Robin, causing him to be overwhelmed by feelings of longing again.

After classes, he and the boys drove to Gareth's house to practice before the show after the long break they'd had. Eddie could not get into the rhythm at all, constantly messing up the chords he had enough after the first twenty minutes. Resigned, he put the guitar aside and sat down on the old couch that Gareth kept in the garage.

"Are you going to tell us what's going on?" asked Jeff crossing his arms over his chest.

"I'd like to know myself." he replied irritably. "I don't understand anything anymore, I don't understand myself."

"Dude, something really must have happened, the distance between you and y/n hurts." Gareth sat down next to him handing him a beer. "We are your friends, we want to help."

Convinced by his friend's words, he told them everything he felt when from the day he returned to school, about hearing what the cheerleaders said, about your first little argument and today's conversation after Marcus asked you out. "I just don't understand it. First I couldn't stand her closeness and now it's the only thing I really need. Every time she showed me in any way that she cared about me I couldn't get rid of that voice in my head that kept telling me I didn't deserve it." He sighed grabbing a small cushion and hid his face in it.

"I think we just found your problem." Jeff commented.

"What?"

"First of all, y/n is the first girl in all of God's world who proudly showed you and everyone around her how much she loves you," he said.

"And you guys kept making fun of it," Eddie answered.

"Just because we laughed doesn't mean it was wrong! Dude, you don't even know how much I would give to find someone who would look at me the way she looks at you." commented Simon.

"Maybe at first you actually felt overwhelmed, but then I think it was more about that voice in your head." Jeff concluded.

"Yeah, a girl can be the best kisser in the whole world but if my brain sabotaged it all every time by telling me that I don't deserve it then I would go mental." Simon added.

"Remember this moment you old asshole, because I won't repeat it again." Gareth got up from the couch and faced his friend. "You, Eddie Munson, are my friend and you deserve love. You damn well deserve it. So accept it because this girl is capable of giving you the most genuine love that exists." Gareth was right, you weren't the problem, as he thought at first. Feeling his remorse eating away at him, he knew he had to make it up to you somehow.

"What can I do for her?" he asked aloud more to himself than to the others.

"It's actually very simple. Do something that you always do best, write your girl a song." said Simon throwing a pen at him.

Quite a crowd gathered for the first Corroded Coffin concert after the break. Most came here out of curiosity to see if all the rumors about Eddie's appearance were true. For the first time in his life he felt like running away from there. He felt his nerves tying a knot in his stomach and his legs refusing to obey him to go out on stage.

"Come on dude, you've got this." Gareth said putting his arm around him. We will owe this stage as always."

Munson took a deep breath and, along with the rest of the band, walked onto the stage. They were greeted by loud applause and cheers from you and your friends. The first song didn't go too well, as stress seemed to win over Eddie and his shaky fingers had trouble hitting the right strings, but the more he played the more at ease he felt. You sat in the front row and looked at him with a smile on your lips. It was obvious how proud you were of him. Focusing his eyes only on you, he began to calm down until he finally managed to feel like he was in his own element again. When it came time for the last song, instead of immediately starting to play on, he approached the microphone.

"The last song is brand new. It's dedicated to the most important person in my life. For my angel who is now sitting right in front of me." He pointed his finger at you, and you could feel yourself blushing in shock. The initial quiet sounds of the guitar echoed around the room and after a while Eddie's voice joined in.

Have you ever wondered  How does it feel  When you meet an angel? Your soul lost in the purgatory Wandering without purpose 

And then you see her Not knowing why she chose you She takes you in her arms And the devil on your shoulder is screaming to your ear That you don't deserve it 

Her touch can heal your wounds  With bare hands she can fight death She will snach you out of Grim Reaper's claws Your broken and shattered sould is on fire You feel lost and you don't know what to do Ange's touch burns Angels touch can bring you back to life

Have you ever wondered  How does it feel  when an angel loves you? You hear all the demons whispering  That it's not right

And then she kisses you Not knowing why she chose you Her lips are drinking the sadness away from yours  And now you know  She is the only one you need 

Her touch can heal your wounds  With bare hands she can fight death She will snach you out of Grim Reaper's claws Your broken and shattered sould is on fire You feel lost and you don't know what to do Ange's touch burns Angels touch can bring you back to life

You can be a fool You can be a coward  You can feel not worthy anything  But when you feel her love you can't resist  Lost in the chaos without a map You can only hope that your angel will take your hand  and together you will find a way out

Her touch can heal your wounds  With bare hands she can fight death She will snach you out of Grim Reaper's claws Your broken and shattered sould is on fire You feel lost and you don't know what to do Ange's touch burns Angels touch can bring you back to life

You don't know when tears began to fly down your cheeks. When the song came to an end you quickly got up from your seat and ran towards him, unable to stand it you threw yourself straight into his arms.

"I'm sorry I had to." you muttered into his neck.

"It's okay baby, I am sorry too." he replied while squeezing you even tighter. "I missed it so fucking much."

"Me too, baby."

"Can we go back to this? I'm sorry for everything, I thought it was your fault but the problem was in my head. Every time you were showing me your feelings I kept thinking you didn't deserve it."

"Eddie, you deserve the best I want you to know that. I want you to always remember how much I love you, I want you to always feel that."

"Will we figure this out? Together?" he asked uncertainly.

"Together." You replied pulling him to you and kissing him. Feeling his taste after so long and his soft lips on yours, you found it too hard to pull away.

"Disgusting!" Gareth shouted, throwing a drumstick at Eddie.

"Shut up, you jealous asshole." this time Eddie laughed and showed his middle finger. "You are my angel..." he whispered. "And I love you."

"And I love you, my silly little lost soul." you laughed.

In every relationship sooner or later problems arise, now you knew that no matter how hard they can be you and Eddie would fight for your love as a team.

taglist: @i-me-mine @phantypurple

[childotkw]

Wait what if Harry's summer camp is just him reusing his DA lessons and all the kids are so excited to be allowed to use magic over summer- most of the kids are muggle-born who parents are relived are away from the war- and Harry insists that his very obvious Dueling lessons are needed in the near future. His bullshiting of course.

Only for Grindelward's forces to attack hogsmeade the frist hogsmeade weekend which didn't happen before but all of the summer camp kids happened to be at center of the attack and managed to hold them off saving countless of lives and Grindelward advancement.

Everyone thinks Harry foresaw it but really he just got lucky.

Tom meanwhile is being praised left and right for his amazing leadership skills and Dueling abilities during the attack that he learned from Harry.

Harry, a practical man down to his bones, teaching kids how to fight and win, accidentally creating a very proficient force of students that can defend their school from attack is wonderfully on brand for him!

He even calls it the 'DA' once by mistake and when Tom asks what it stands for he has a brief second to panic before saying 'Divination Assistants' and then speed-walking away.

[ambertrulife]

Frist meeting - Hazbin Hotel AU

Hey ! I'm back again ! Little story I write ! Take place after this story !

Don't hesitate to correct me and told me if you appreciate it !

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"Oh, and you're not forgetting what we said about meals, Dad?" asked Charlie, eyebrows furrowed in an almost motherly expression.

"Yes, yes, sweety!" her father replied, waving his hand in front of him, as if to shake off the worry. "You know, I took care of Keekee before you! I remember how to take care of an animal!"

Charlie seemed to hesitate for a few moments, then smiled tenderly at Lucifer, who returned the expression.

"Okay, Dad." she said, taking him in her arms "It's just that it's been a long time since I've gone without her. I'm a little worried, that's all."

Lucifer stroked his daughter's hair and placed a kiss on her scalp. Vaggie watched the scene softly before glancing at her watch.

"Baby." she finally says, "We're going to be late if we don't leave now."

"Yes, sorry!" his girlfriend exclaimed, breaking away from her father and resting those eyes on Alastor. "I'm counting on you to run the hotel in my absence!"

"Of course, dear." said the radio demon, both hands on his microphone. "I can totally administer this place for the duration of your weekend."

Vaggie gave him a knowing look, far from convinced, before looking around. Husk, leaning against the bar, was drinking cheap hooch. Niffty, not far away, was working on an almost invisible task with the strength of an elephant. Alastor stood in the center of the entrance hall, his smile as uninviting as ever. Lucifer stood next to his daughter, towards the front door, and finally, the last person in the hotel that day sat on the sofas opposite the bar.

Adam glanced at her sideways and, with a grimace on his face, gave her the finger before returning to his original occupation, which was knitting. Charlie had told Adam that to begin his redemption, he must first learn to calm down. Knitting was an art of patience and repetition which, moreover, allowed to create things for others. It had seemed to the princess of the underworld that this was the perfect first task to begin with!

"We'll be back in two days," Charlie continued as she repeated this information once more. Lucifer smiled fondly at his daughter, while the others rolled their eyes. "No fights, no parties, no prostitutes," she clarified with a knowing glance at Adam, who growled, "No murders! Just..."

"To defend the hotel", said Lucifer and Alastor at the same time. This startled the two concerned, who glanced at each other hatefully. Charlie look worriedly at Vaggie, who gave her a tired but encouraging smile: they didn't like each other, but they'd stick together. This relieved the princess of the underworld, who turned back to the others.

"Don't make a mess," she finally said. She placed a kiss on her father's cheek and waved goodbye. Vaggie opened the door and, with one last gesture and one last word, they left the hotel.

There was silence for a few moments before Lucifer said:

"Good! Charlie now gone, I'm off to my quarters!" He readjusted his hat and, with a gesture, was about to create a portal.

"Of course," growled Adam, "Mister Depressive is going to lock himself in his pad to cry all the tears of his body because his little fucking daughter didn't want him to go with her."

Lucifer took a deep breath and turned slowly towards the former angel.

"Can you remind me why this jerk is here again?" he asked, looking at Husk. The latter sighed.

"Everyone's entitled to redemption, old chap." replied this one, taking another sip of his hooch. "Charlie's Will."

"Ah yes, that's right." sighed the King of the Underworld.

One morning, Adam arrived at the hotel ready to kill them. He had much the same physical appearance: an obese man with black hair and golden eyes. But his wings were gaunt and bare, as if they'd been eaten and spat out. On his head, two ebony-black goat's horns had sprouted, the base covered in red. His skin, once Caucasian, had taken on a sickly grayish-green hue. His teeth, once normal, resembled those of a shark.

He'd arrived all powerful, as if his angelic strength had transferred to demonic energy. However, this was only a feint. He was certainly powerful, matching the might of an Overlord even if he had no contract, but far less so than Husk, Charlie, Alastor or Lucifer himself. He had woken up in the moors around the city of the pentagram. He realized that his soul had been transformed into a sinner. Completely disoriented, he told himself that if he could bring to the angels the heads of those who had questioned the Big Guy's authority, then he'd be back in heaven. So he stormed into the hotel, ready to take his revenge. He was quickly overpowered.

Before Alastor granted him the tortures he gave to the souls who bothered him, Charlie had stepped in and, with great reluctance, offered to help Adam regain paradise. The First Man on Earth then collapsed into the arms of his former enemy, mourning the loss of his old life and the hope of regaining it.

From that day on, Adam never left the hotel. Most of the time, he kept to himself. During the exercises, he was bad-tempered and impulsive. Charlie had decided to teach him to calm down first, before resuming lessons. That's why he'd started knitting. She had also instructed him to always be surrounded by others and not to be alone. So he decided to stay near the bar, with Husk, who was the only one content to ignore him.

Lucifer looked at his former brother, one eyebrow raised, as Adam continued to stare and knit whatever it was he was doing. A sock, perhaps?

"So, dickhead," began the King, "it wasn't Charlie who didn't want me to come, it was me who decided not to go to this meeting. It was the sinners who demanded my daughter's presence. Going with her would only discredit her. Besides, I don't think people who potentially want access to redemption would be reassured by the Devil's presence."

"Yeah" chuckled Adam "Excuse, excuse. It's mostly that you're a pansy who doesn't want to get politically involved in the affairs of his people. No wonder the Underworld sucks, with a fucker like you running it."

"Surely you're a much better example!" said Lucifer, stepping forward with a dancing step "Look at you, Original Man, founder of the Human species, inhabitant of Eden and leader of the Exterminators, now sitting in the living room of these enemies knitting ..." he paused, leaning in front of the new sinner, as he looked at the object he was creating "A condom?"

"It's a glove, asshole!" cried Adam. He tried to hide his creation behind his arm.

"There are no fingers," remarked the angel.

"... a mittens," corrected the man.

Lucifer raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced. Husk merely smiled and took another sip. Niffty cocked his head to one side, clearly intrigued, while Alastor, with his most mocking smile, looked at him with disdain.

"You forgot a stitch," the King of the Underworld finally said with a smug grin, before walking away towards the stairs. Adam grunted and began to grumble as he realized that Lucifer was right.

Suddenly, knocking sounded at the door. Alastor's ears perked up at the sound as the rest of the residents glanced towards the huge doors. The radio demon frowned: they hadn't expected anyone to come. Since they'd renovated the hotel, no one had shown up.

"Well then, bellboy?" he heard coming from Lucifer "Are you going to open up?"

When the sinner glanced at the King, he wore his usual relaxed, defiant expression.

"Indeed," he said solemnly, "as manager of this hotel, it's my duty to welcome new arrivals. It's always more rewarding to come face-to-face with a lord than with beggars."

Alastor made his way to the entrance, while the devil's burning gaze rested on his back. He arrived at the doors and elegantly opened them wide.

"Hel-" he began before cutting himself off, surprised.

He expected to see someone of normal stature. Ordinary sinners measured the average height of the living, although of course there were exceptions. Most of the time, souls with a larger build had an animal, bestial appearance.

The man standing in front of him was tall. He couldn't see his face from where he stood, as it was hidden by the top of the door, 7 feet above the ground. He was human-shaped, with a rather slim build, if not for his proportions. He was dressed in a dazzling white suit, with touches of exquisite light blue, as if they were pieces of sky. No skin was visible, as the man wore golden gloves. Around his wrists, interlaced gold rings, as if encompassing a sphere, moved on their own. Eyes seemed to form and close randomly on the metal part.

"-lo." finished Alastor.

"Oh sorry!" exclaimed a deep male voice, loud and cheerful. "I've made myself as small as possible, but it seems I'm still too big!"

The demon frowned at this sentence. What did he mean by small as possible ? Only powerful sinners had the ability to change size. He knew everyone who fell into that category. But he regained his composure.

"Don't worry! The interior is more spacious!" he said, in his most welcoming radio voice. "And don't worry, I may be the radio demon, but I have no intention of harming you."

Although his tone was jovial, there was an underlying threat. Everyone knew the power of the Overlord. He was feared by all sinners, new and old alike. Especially since the end of the extermination.

A thunderous laugh sounded in his ears, pure and divine. A laugh he'd heard only once before, on the night of the hotel's inauguration, coming from an angelic person.

"So don't worry, my noble friend!" replied the man "I feel in no way threatened! May I come in?"

The demon was shocked by his earlier realization but, without letting on, he kindly stepped back from the opening.

"Please," he said.

So the man stooped and thrust his huge frame into the hall. Silence accompanied his arrival as Husk, Niffty and Adam stared at the newcomer, dumbfounded.

"What the fuck" exclaimed Adam at last, "Why does this jerk look just like me?!"

Indeed, the newcomer had the same features as the First Man. Same handsome face, same black hair, same golden eyes, although his skin was bluish rather than grayish-green. The difference lay in the way he present. Adam wore a goatee and was unshaven. The man's skin was smooth, as if no hair growth was possible. The fallen man's hair was messy and untidy. The stranger's was sleek, in a very '30s chic style.

A generous, benevolent smile was on the guest's face as he peered into the hall with curious, innocent eyes.

"Oh, truly, grandios !" he exclaimed enthusiastically, gesturing wildly with his hands "How ticklish and colorful! You've really understood the spirit of redemption! It's enchanting!"

He took a few steps forward and quickly arrived at the center of the room, his eyes raised to the ceiling. He placed a finger on his chin.

"Hmm, too bad this one's white," he says, "I'd have imagined a fresco or something. A ceiling like that is boring! Whereas a beautiful fresco detailing history... Now that's nice!"

"Are you an interior decorator?" asked Husk, empty hooch bottle in hand.

The man's laughter echoed through the hall.

"No, but let's just say I dictated a few guidelines to those who built my buildings," he replied, clasping those hands together in front of him in a relatively pious pose.

"A builder, eh?" growled Husk "Can I get you a drink?"

"With great pleasure," agreed the stranger.

"What will it be?" asked the cat demon.

"Red wine, please."

Husk raised an eyebrow, then his shoulders. He began to search the bar for something to answer the guest's request.

Alastor had come up slowly behind the newcomer. He watched him attentively. He felt his body tense at the man's presence. His muscles tensed with anger and helplessness. His mind was tortured by contradictory thoughts, wrestling with each other like scavengers over a corpse. He wanted to flee while wanting to fight, to disappear while provoking, to kneel while dominating.

He was sure the man was an angel, and not just any angel. A truly powerful being. Yet Adam didn't recognize him. So high an authority that even the First Man on Earth would never have met in person.

"Hey, asshole!" shouted Adam at the newcomer.

The latter turned gracefully towards his interlocutor. The new sinner was still seated on the sofas, pointing one of his knitting needles at the stranger.

"Yes?" he asked, in a gentle tone.

"You didn't answer my question!" retorted Adam "Why does your cake face look so much like me?! Don't you know that face is copyrighted?!"

The giant still had a smile on his face, but his gaze had become much less benevolent. It was neutral, as if the man were looking at a painting or a work of art that he hardly inspired. Alastor felt a surge of pressure almost imperceptible to the average sinner. The kind that accompanies a powerful blow. This disappeared immediately when the unthinkable happened.

With a protective gesture, Lucifer stood between the stranger and Adam. His arm was outstretched backwards, as if ordering Adam not to move. The angel's face was closed, ready for battle, but Alastor made no mistake. Lucifer was terrified.

"What are you doing here?" asked the King of the Underworld.

As soon as he appeared, the man lost his neutrality, his eyes lighting up with thousands of tiny glimmers.

"Oh, Lucifer!" he murmured softly "My beautiful morning star! What's happened to you? Where are your beautiful eyes?"

He tried to take a step forward, but was stopped by a demonic fireball that came crashing down in front of him.

"What are you fucking doing here?" the angel repeated menacingly.

The giant looked down at his feet, where the flames of hell were dancing. He extinguished them by stepping on them.

"You've always been so rude," he sighed, "Humans have taken a lot of the words you've invented, you know? When I look at Earth, it saddens me to see so many people swearing."

"They're free to do what they want," Lucifer growled.

The stranger's gaze turned hard.

"Whose fault is it?" he replied.

A tense silence settled over the room. Alastor watched the exchange with interest. Husk, now wary, had left the wine glass on the bar and moved towards Niffty, to restrain her. The latter, almost hysterical, was desperate to clean the floor at the giant's feet. The former Overlord knew this was a bad idea. Adam, puzzled behind Lucifer, was torn between anger at being treated like a child and the need to feel protected.

The man sighed at last.

"I came to see Charlie," he said finally.

Lucifer tensed and his face tightened into a protective mask.

"You'll stay away from her," he threatened, his voice hissing like a snake.

"I just want to talk," continued the stranger in a gentle tone.

"You'll never see her, do you hear me?" cried the King of the Underworld.

"We need to talk about his redemption project," continued the giant, but in a more irritated voice.

"I forbid you to even lay eyes on her!" screamed the angel, his voice beginning to split.

"In itself, it's not a bad idea," declared the stranger in a tone that showed he was beginning to lose patience.

"Now get the hell out of my kingdom!" exploded Lucifer, in a terrifying voice that sent shivers down the spine of most of the room's residents.

"And who's going to make me leave?" retorted the man, without raising his voice but clearly dangerous.

Suddenly, a black tentacle emerged from where Lucifer's flames had been. The giant took a step back. He turned his attention to Alastor, whose menacing smile and eyes began to transform.

"Me, my good sir." he said with the saturation in his voice very much present. "As manager of the hotel, it's my duty to protect it from disruptive elements. You have not come to repent. You are therefore invited to leave."

The stranger raised an eyebrow and Alastor prepared to attack. What happened next lasted only a millisecond. Without knowing where it was coming from, the Overlord received some liquid on his face. It was sticky. He quickly wiped it off and looked at his hand. It was golden blood. When he looked up, Lucifer was standing there with his back to the man, his face contracted in pain. His pupils were filled with panic as he looked everywhere at Alastor, but especially at the places he couldn't protect with his body. He looked relieved when he finally noticed that the demon was all right. He closed his eyes, took a few breaths and, wiping the blood from his mouth with his finger, turned his head towards the man in the center of the room. The latter clearly had a look of disapproval on his face.

"You've fallen far, Luci." he said, disappointment in his voice. "But still, your daughter doesn't seem to be here. As a result, I'm going to leave."

He sighed before continuing:

"However, let's be clear. This may be your kingdom, but it's my world. I go and do as I please."

"That you say, Omnes." whispered Lucifer defiantly, in a voice so weak that only Alastor perceived it. "We both know it's not that simple."

The designated Omnes looked at him, his face closed and his golden eyes burning with a glow that not even hatred could describe. It seemed he had heard too. Alastor watched, still in shock, as the being began to glow.

"Close your eyes!" shouted Lucifer, turning quickly to the radio demon and covering his pupils with his hands.

An immense noise rang out and, even with the protection afforded by the King of the Underworld, Alastor's vision filled with white. It was brief, but he felt as if his retina had burned away and his color vision had disappeared, leaving only this pearly hue. It took a moment for his eyes to come to their senses and remember that black existed. At last, he heard other sounds, groans and grunts from the other occupants of the room. Finally, slowly, the colors returned as Lucifer removed his hands from over his pupils. The King was still watching him intently, looking for signs of injury. He finished his diagnosis with a positive nod before turning to the other people in the room.

"Is everyone okay?" he asked.

"What the hell happened?!" growled Adam "Who the fuck was that?!"

"We're fine," said Husk, who let go of Niffty. Niffty dashed across the stain of flames and destroyed ground to start tidying up. Her movements were erratic, as usual, but her expression more stressed and terrified.

Lucifer sighed with relief.

"Well, great." he let go "On the other hand, no one's talking to anyone about what's just happened. Is that clear? Especially not Charlie."

"Lucifer, seriously, man." said Adam, his gaze landing on the angel "What the fuck just happened?"

"You've just seen an angel," replied the King of the Underworld.

"Bullshit !" exclaimed the First Man "I've crossed thousands of angels and they don't look like that!"

"He wasn't just anyone," Lucifer continued. "He's one of the high rulers. So high he doesn't even reside in heaven. Sera herself has never seen his face."

Adam seemed even more terrified than before. He couldn't get a coherent sentence out. He placed his hands on his head and leaned forward in deep despair. Husk approached the angel.

"So we don't tell anyone," he said, still trembling. Lucifer's hand came to rest on his shoulder.

"It'll be our little secret!" exclaimed the latter, in a jovial tone.

"Your wound is going to be hard to hide, though," declared the cat demon.

Alastor had not taken his eyes off the enormous golden mark on Lucifer's back. It ran right through him, deep, oozing blood that dripped onto his white suit. The King's expression froze into a stupid grin as, already, Niffty came to wash the ground beneath his feet. He started to sweat when he saw Husk's concerned look, and even Adam's.

"It's nothing!" he cried as he took a few confident steps forward. "I'm an angel, too! I heal fast! She'll be gone by the time Charlie gets back!"

Then he planted himself, pulling on his jacket, his smile confident.

"Still, with that out of the way, I'll retire to my quarters! See you all later!"

Without Husk being able to protest, he teleported away and disappeared from the hall. The cat demon sighed and rubbed his face with his hand. He needed a drink.

"Hey, Alastor," he asked, turning to his master, "what do you think of all ..."

He didn't finish his sentence. The radio demon was gone, too.

Lucifer groaned once more in his bathroom. He cursed himself for not interfering head-on. It would have been easier to stitch himself up. He was naked in front of his mirror as he desperately tried to use an angelic iron needle to stitch himself up. If the situation were normal, he could have summoned little ones to do the delicate work. But there was nothing ordinary about what had happened.

He hadn't lied. He would heal. However, it would take much longer than he wanted. Omnes' blow would have been fatal for any sinner, Overlord or not. It would have mortally wounded one of the other six deadly sins. But for him, the lesion was like a deep wound: harmless, but he need to be taken care of.

He had taken a good shower to cleanse the blood. It had finally run its course, leaving Lucifer to expel the angelic magic from the lesion. This had exhausted him, so much so that he didn't feel like using any more energy. He did, however, have to stitch up the wound. If he didn't, it would heal into a huge gash on his pearly skin. He didn't want that. The bastard had already hurt him enough.

He took a breath and looked at his face in the mirror. He looked terrible. Fatigue was evident in every feature and his eyes were swollen with sleep. The dark circles under his eyelids were dark. But he had no choice. He had to summon a mini-him to do the job. He was about to start closing his eyes to concentrate when he saw movement in the mirror. He turned and gasped when he saw Alastor in front of him. The radio demon's eyes were dark and his smile, always present, was less marked than usual. He wasn't even showing his teeth.

"Oh fuck, shit!" exclaimed Lucifer, putting a towel over his privates. "What the hell are you doing here?"

His only response was silence. Alastor reached for his shoulder and turned him violently so that his back was to him. The King of the Underworld was so exhausted and surprised that he didn't protest immediately. He was about to start yelling at him when he felt fingers brush his hand. He stopped and looked to his right. The demon was gently trying to take the needle from him. Lucifer didn't struggle and let the Overlord retrieve the object. With a sure hand, the demon sat Lucifer down on a stool he had just conjured up. Without waiting for authorization, he began work, starting at the top of his right shoulder and suturing the scar.

The angel wondered how Alastor had learned these techniques and remembered that he was a cannibalistic serial killer. He must have learned on the job. A silence fell between them as Lucifer let the demon stitch his back. The King of the Underworld found himself nodding. Tiredness was gaining ground and this moment of peace was relaxing. From time to time, he felt Alastor tapping his head to wake him up. He groaned each time, but tried to stay awake. He couldn't believe that his enemy was reminding him not to let his guard down.

"I didn't feel it coming," the demon's radio voice finally said.

Lucifer didn't reply, his eyes lost in nothingness.

"When he wanted to attack Adam," continued the Overlord, "he began to concentrate his energy. I felt it."

"Adam's not just any guy," said the angel, "that old fart thought it took a lot of energy to kill him."

"That's not the case," says Alastor calmly.

"Nope!" sneered Lucifer "But despite what he thinks, he's not omniscient!"

"He didn't even have to charge his energy for me." The King of the Underworld felt the demon's fingers tighten on his skin.

The angel reflected. He knew Alastor's ego. They'd been rubbing shoulders, or rather hating each other, for some time now, and Lucifer had begun to understand his character. He could have made fun of him, got him out of his depth. That would have been fun. But still, the demon was helping him. This was no time to humiliate him.

"That's not just any guy." he repeated, now to point to another person. "Frankly, if he'd wanted to kill us, we'd all be dead."

"Even you?" asked Alastor as he tackled the last stitch.

"Specifically me." he replied.

New silence. Once the job was done, the demon wiped the angel's back with a towel.

"What's his name again?" he began "Om-"

He didn't have time to finish before Lucifer placed a hand over his mouth, panic evident on his face.

"Don't say his name in my presence," the angel warned him. "You can say it in any room of this hotel or Hell, but above all, don't let me be there. As a precaution, don't say it in Adam's presence either."

Alastor took Lucifer's hand away from his mouth, his smile confused and his gaze puzzled.

"Why? Will it invoke him?" he said with a small drop of mockery. The King of the Underworld's eyes showed him that this was no joke.

"Using his real name with him creations makes a connection with him. If you want to die, don't hesitate."

The demon frowned.

"Him creations?" he whispered, confused. Then suddenly he realized. The shock made his eyes widen and the needle fall from his hands.

He created man in his own image.

"Well?" asked Lucifer, an uncertain smile on his lips and a scared look in his eyes "Your first impression of God?"

[steviebunny]

Pretty Astute Observations

Ouef

20:40

“Graham, how would you feel about a partner?” Jack asks stepping in beside Will.

“I’m sorry- what?”

"What if I could pull in a profiler from the BAU to help keep you on track, Dr. Lecter said I’ve been pushing you too hard, and Strauss knows the Behavioral Science Unit is understaffed”

“I don’t need a babysitter Jack.”

“She wouldn't be a babysitter, Will. She’s extremely knowledgeable in her field and has experience similar to your…particular situation. ”

“Another psychiatrist, Jack? Hannibal, too busy for your liking?”

The bell for the following floor rings, and Crawford moves off the platform just before the doors close he says “Not a psychiatrist actually, a marine.” The elevator doors close and Will Graham is left in stunned silence, having just missed his floor and apparently been assigned a new partner. 

—-

09:00

“Most of the time in sexual assaults, the bite mark has a livid spot at the center, a “suck bruise”. In some cases it does not. For some killers biting may be a fighting pattern, as much as a sexual behavior.” 

Jack slams the class door, open and shouts at the room full of students.

“Ok, class dismissed. Everyone out! What did I just say?! Let’s go!”

“You’re making it difficult to provide an education, Jack.”

Despite the previous evening's barrage by his pseudo-employer will still managed, to put together a lesson plan for the day. Little did he know it would not be necessary.

“ We found a match to a set of prints we pulled from the Turner home. They belong to a thirteen-year-old boy from Reston, Virginia. His name is Connor Frist.”

“Another kid?” Will wondered aloud.

“Another missing kid. Vanished ten months ago, case was never solved.”

“How many kids in the Frist family?”

“Three.”  Will’s head snaps to the door of his classroom, he hadn’t noticed the red-headed woman approach. She had a delicate and sturdy build 5’5, maybe 5’6, and dark jeans and a tank top exposing her muscled biceps as well as the tattoo ‘semper- fi’ wrapping around her left arm just above the elbow. “just like the Turner family.”

“Agent, Lena Gibbs, I’d like to introduce you to Will Graham.” 

“It's a pleasure to meet you, Will.” The man offered a nod in return. “Jack eluded to the fact you’ve had experience with empaths.”

“Quite the opposite actually, I spent some time in London with a man who self-identified as a high-functioning sociopath but it's a very similar skill set the two of you possess.”

“Well…we’ll see about that. I’ll meet you at the car.” Will bristles and collects his coat, just barely brushing shoulders with the woman as he makes his way out.

“He’s a tough nut to crack, but he’ll warm up to you.”

“I’m not worried, Crawford. It’s nothing I haven’t experienced before.”

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“Mr. Frist and the children killed first, saving Mrs. Frist for last. Same as the Turners.”

“Not exactly the same. Something went wrong.”

“Not a single present under the tree for Mrs. Frist…Are we all not going to acknowledge the Navy Brat in the room?”

“Always a pleasure Bev, the unsub took her presents, he took her motherhood.”

“Shooting her once wasn’t enough. The first bullet, travels beneath her scalp…to its final resting place, base of her neck.”

“Do we know the type of bullet? Trace the bullet, trace the possible gun, trace the killer.”

“No, the shell exploded on impact, what we could piece together wasn’t identifiable,” Price told her passing over a small glass jar with bullet pieces rattling inside.

“Do you mind?” She asked. No one in the room answered so she pulled out her phone and called an often-dialed number.

“Fortress of solitude at your service.”

“Hey, Babygirl can I ask a favor?”

“Anything for my favorite agent”

“Don’t let Morgan hear you say that. If I send over some photos of an exploded shell do you think you can use the naval ballistics database to piece it together”?

“I’m insulted you even have to ask.”

“You're the best, Garcia”

“I know.”

Turning back to the stunned room full of BSU agents and in Will’s case, an outsourced professor. “I give it thirty, minutes before we know the bullet type. Not that I don’t have faith in you guys but the Marine Corps has the largest database of fragmented shells and an algorithm made by a forensic analyst at NCIS to predict their shatter pattern, that most of the FBI just doesn't have access to.”

“And how do you have access?!” 

“My father,” she answered Zeller before moving back between Jack and WIll. “So who is our additional corpse in the fireplace”?

Will cleared his throat and said “I’d say Connor Frist. He’d been prepped to shoot his mother, not watch her suffer”

“Connor couldn’t put his panic back in the bottle. So he got shot too.

"Whoever shot him…disowned him.”

—

“Garcia got a hit on the ballistics match.”

“C.J. Lincoln disappeared six months before his mother’s murder. He hasn’t been seen since.”

“ He has none of the characteristics of a sadist or a sociopath.”

“Right, no shoplifting, no malicious destruction of property. No assault, no battery. He was kind to animals, for God’s sake.”

“Firearm says we are looking at Peter Pan to our lost boys.”

“ But it takes a sophisticated level of manipulation to convince young boys to kill their families in cold blood.”

“ Kindness to animals doesn’t suggest that particular kind of sophistication.”

“Well, he’s older, he’s been out in the world. Maybe he picked up a few things.”

—

13:00

Will walks through the entrance of Dr. Lecter’s practice holding a gift, he drops it by the foot of Hannibal's desk before moving further into the room.

“Good evening, Will. Please come in. Has Christmas come early? Or late?”

“Was for Abigail”

“Was?”

“I thought better of it, I wasn’t thinking straight, I was upset when I bought it. Maybe still am.”

“What is it?”

“A magnifying glass. Fly-tying gear.”

“Teaching her how to fish. Her father taught her how to hunt.”

“That’s why I thought better of it.”

“Pretty paternal, Will.”

“ Aren’t you?”

“Yes. Our good friend Doctor Bloom has advised against taking too personal an interest in Abigail’s welfare. Tell me why are you so angry?”

“I’m angry about being assigned a partner, I’m angry about those boys, I’m angry because I know when I find them, I can’t help them. I can’t, I can’t give them back what they just gave away.”

“A partner?”

“Yeah, Lena Gibbs. Jack introduced her as a marine though.”

“Fascinating…Tell me did she mention anything about the UK”?

“Yeah, actually. How did you-” Hannibal stood from his position to retrieve his tablet, he typed out a phrase and handed the device to his colleague. “I keep an eye on media around the world,” he said, taking in the man's reaction to the words.

“She was engaged to Sherlock Holmes, I’m sure you heard of him. She and a man by the name of John Watson both contributed to Mr. Holmes’s private detective work, right up until the moment he threw himself from St. Bart's hospital, according to speculation he did do to prevent Ms. Gibbs and others from being attacked by a terrorist known as Moriarty.”

“I didn’t take you as one for speculation, Hannibal.”

“Sometimes it’s a necessary measure when secrets are so heavily guarded.”

“Is that a warning?”

“Who said they were her secrets?”

“Well, that's not vague at all.”

“I’m sure with time, you will come to bond with this new partner. Now tell me more about this ‘murder family.’”

“We call them “The lost boys”.

“Ms. Gibbs is likely lost too. And perhaps it can be our responsibility to help her find her way.”

��

16:00

“Bangor, Maine. Stanford, Connecticut, and recently Reston, Virginia.”

“Right.”

“You’re trying to establish a geographical pattern, when the murders were weeks apart.”

“ Other patterns too. Our shooters are minors middle children from traditional affluent families.”

“ We know they’re moving South, so that means we wanna cover the border of North Carolina and Georgia. We need to get files on every missing boy within two hundred miles of North Carolina.”

“There’s a pattern, less to do with geography than psychology."

“What kind of kid does this?”

"And what kind of kid follows a kid who does this?”

“There’s no indication that these kids came from abusive families.”

“No, no, no. Capture bonding. A passive psychological response to a new master has been an essential survival tool for a million years. Bond with your captor, you survive. You don’t…you’re breakfast.”

—

As the S.W.A.T vans pull into the scene Lena, and Will rush to the home, an agent passes the woman an M-4. She remains behind to steady herself for the shot as the rest rush forward. The eldest boy of the group raises his pistol to his “sibling’s” father, Gibbs pulls the trigger and sends off a round through the teenager's shoulder.

The scene erupts into chaos and the youngest boy runs off toward the pool. She and will chase after him, at the edge of the water the child grabs a pistol of his own aiming it at Will’s chest, 

“Don’t shoot!” Will isn’t only talking to the boy, he’s telling her.

Don’t shoot.

“Chris, wait. Don’t shoot. It’s OK. You’re home now, put the gun down, Christopher.”

His kidnapper emerges from the pool shed, and grabs the boy “Shoot him, Christopher.”

Don’t Shoot

“Christopher, please.”

*BANG*

Will freezes, and the kidnapper drops to the ground his ears ring out slightly as Lena moves to disarm the young boy.

“Chris, buddy are you alright?” Will can’t tell if she's whispering or if his ears are still ringing from the shot. He stands like a statue his gaze on the kidnapper's body, a single round through the middle of the eyes. Efficient, he can’t help himself but think. He doesn't even notice as his partner picks up the child and takes him over to the SUV. It’s not until Beverly taps him on the shoulder he breaks out of his trance.

—

05:00 The next morning

“I seldom have patients that ask to see me at such an early hour”

“Am I burdening your routine Dr. Lecter?” If he didn’t know better he’d think the question naive.

“A friend is never a burden.”

“A friend?”

“Would you like to be, or I could simply be your psychiatrist, someone to who you tell everything?”

“The last person I told everything…Killed himself, Doctor. I don’t think that's a track record you’d want to be a part of.”

“I think you and I both know that’s not why Sherlock did what he did.”

“Are you trying to defend him?”

“No merely seek the truth.”

“He was swayed by an evil hand.”

“Evil is subjective.”

---

“Evil is something that consumes. It digests. The rest of time it waits hungry and unseen waiting for the time to strike.”

Coquille (chapter 2)

[dragonagitator]

Questions for House MD fanfic authors, other House MD lore enthusiasts, and anyone familiar with Princeton, New Jersey geography:

Have you found or created any good references or headcanons for the locations that exist in the show, but not in real life?

If you live(d) in this part of New Jersey, do you have any opinions on where it would make sense to place things?

I ask because the House MD time travel / isekai author self-insert fanfic I'm writing is going to delve pretty deeply into the logistical, legal, and financial challenges of building a new life from literally nothing, 20 years in the past. Unlike @acrownforaking 's protagonist in "Intervention," my OC is not a teenage girl who can be passed off as House's long-lost daughter (which is for the best, given how much my middle-aged self-insert wants to fuck that age-appropriate man), and she is going to get off on the wrong foot with the characters who might have normally been the most able/inclined to help her.

So, getting around the Princeton area in 2004 as a broke semi-homeless person is a problem to be solved as part of the story, and thus I need to nail down the precise location of key settings in the Houseverse so I can figure out what they're within walking distance of, transit options, etc.

The Hospital

Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital doesn't exist IRL, and it's not simply a fictionalization of Princeton Hospital because that IRL hospital also exists in the Houseverse and is referenced a few times in the show.

I used to assume that the fictional PPTH was somewhere on the IRL Princeton Plainsboro Road, located here:

But the wiki reminded me that in "After Hours," it says Prospect Street on Chase's GPS. The nearest Prospect Street is in the town of South Brunswick Township and appears to be a residential neighborhood from "driving" down it in Google Street View, but there's a Prospect Avenue in Princeton that terminates on Princeton's campus:

Meanwhile, the building in the aerial exterior shots of PPTH on the show is actually the Frist Campus Center of Princeton University IRL:

And Frist Campus Center is located near the western end of Prospect Avenue, where it terminates at Washington Rd:

Meanwhile, while the show never explicitly identifies which medical school their teaching hospital is affiliated with, I'm comfortable headcanoning that Princeton University has a medical school in the Houseverse (it doesn't have one IRL). We can deduce from "Three Stories" and the early season 4 episodes that the hospital and medical school must be adjacent or perhaps even share some buildings because the characters seem to go back and forth between the classrooms and the hospital without putting on their coats or getting in their cars.

So I'm thinking of headcanoning that Princeton University has a much larger campus in the Houseverse than in IRL, with the medical school buildings and hospital complex clustered around the corner of Washington Road & Prospect Avenue (which is Prospect Street in the Houseverse). I'll keep the exterior of the buildings pretty close to IRL, but what's inside them will be different.

However, there's a couple of problems with this location:

1) Why would a hospital in that location be named Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital? Where does the "Plainsboro" part come in if it's not in that town or on that road?

The IRL Princeton Hospital is on Plainsboro Road, but again, PPTH isn't just a fictionalized version of the IRL Princeton Hospital because the latter exists in the Houseverse and is occasionally referenced on the show. We can also infer from some of Cuddy's remarks about Princeton Hospital that it is a completely separate organization with different management, specialties, accepted health insurance plans, etc.

And here is the location of the IRL Princeton Hospital in relation to Frist Campus Center (the building depicted at PPTH on the show):

Unless someone has a better explanation or idea, I think I'm just going to headcanon that there is/was a second hospital in the same area as the IRL Princeton Hospital that is/was named Princeton Plainsboro Hospital and that the PPTH from the show was originally a satellite campus of that hospital but is now independent. The "Plainsboro" part of the name is simply a legacy from when it was a satellite campus, and Cuddy is too financially sensible to waste a ton of money on a rebranding campaign.

I live at the bottom of "Pill Hill" in Seattle (First Hill) and can attest that having a bunch of different hospitals all clustered together is definitely a thing that happens IRL despite how counter-intuitive it is to have multiple emergency rooms within a few blocks of each other instead of spread throughout the city.

2) Where should I put all the university departments and functions that are displaced by turning Frist Campus Center and the surrounding buildings into a hospital complex and medical school?

This problem is an easier solve, because what's this I spy in satellite view:

Fuck that golf course.

So unless anyone has a better idea, I'm going to expand Princeton University's campus to the southwest, replacing the golf course that's there IRL. Maybe include a nice arboretum so that we still have some green space, but make it a park that anyone can use instead of a private golf club with a $6,000 (!!!) initiation fee.

House's Apartment:

Per his driver's license, House lives at 221B Baker Street (just like every other Sherlock).

His apartment (technically condo, since he owns it) is "a few miles" from the hospital per the episode "Whatever It Takes" and it's an 8-mile run via an unknown route (likely not a straight line) per the episode "Meaning."

His mother indicates that he specifically lives in the city of Princeton, not a neighboring city or suburb, because she's been following the Princeton police blotter ever since House moved there, per the episode "Love is Blind."

Unfortunately, neither of the local Baker Streets are even in Princeton:

So it seems that I need to just pick an existing street in Princeton and rename it as Baker Street in the Houseverse.

Ideas for some Princeton streets that are an appropriate distance from the hospital where a building that looks like this and the street name "Baker" would fit in?

I can't find anything about there being an IRL location that corresponds to the exterior of House's apartment building, so I suspect it's a fake building on a sound stage. But please correct me if I'm wrong.

Thanks in advance for your thoughts & help!

[thedemonofcat]

The Hexer:Episode One.

So I've finally started watching The Hexer series, and I've decided that for each epsiode I would make a little review for each episode. Although I am going to try and makes this as spoiler free as possible.

Alright then the frist episode of the series centers on Geralt's backstory, we see Geralt as child and learn how he became a witcher. Which in the show is very different. For starts Geralt is specifically state to be a child surprise in this or as they call 'Fate child'

There is a point in the episode where you get to see little on a leash which is kind of hilrous to me.

The show also plays around with the reasoning why Geralt had to go through the trials to become a witcher. Which I actually kind of liked its different but an inquireing reason why that I hope will come back into the show later.

There is a scene where Geralt was planning on just living in woods with wolf, and honsetly if it wasn't for something that happen. I'm pretty sure they where going to let him.

All in all so far I'm enjoying its, but I feel this show does fall into the trap that some adaption tend to have. Where they assume aduince members have likely already been familar which the story, in the case the books series and because of that they don't often explain things.

It make sense but sad to say had this point Jaskier was not in the show. I kept hearing people praise the relalonship between Geralt and Dandelion , which is what I'm truly here for.

[uzumakichcined]

@murasakiirohana

Getting her this far was a job in and of itself. Karin wasn't someone who was going to cooperate very well and she definitely wasn't going to cooperate while being separated from the only grounding person in her life. . . . and Suigetsu, but she will ignore the benefits from that half and focus more on the frist. " Hey!! Let go of me!! I'm not going to run, just tell me what's going on! " Karin would shout, struggling and trying to get away from the Shinobi who was pulling her into the Torture and Interrogation center after being re-arrested following the war. Once things calmed down a bit, it had been a while and it had been difficult to find her and the others as everyone was recovering still.

Now though, time had passed and Karin couldn't figure out why it was she was being dragged back here and put through the system. . . again. She didn't even get to change her outfit back to normal. . Not that that mattered anyway seeing as she'd be given new prison wear and this time the guards wouldn't let her keep any items outside of her glasses regardless of how much of a fuss she made.

Huffing and crossing her arms she'd sit in the interrogation room waiting for whoever it was to come in and start this whole thing again. For the moment, she'd close her eyes and see through her mind's eye to get a better idea of how many people were around, where they were, and if any chakras around her were familiar. Maybe she could pinpoint Lord Orochimaru, or. . . . Suigetsu. But hopefully the Sanin over the fish. Regardless, as she was focused on this she wouldn't notice the person entering the room next.

[bidisaster-peanut-romano]

do you have any headcanons regarding Luis and Lefty's relationship?

ah!! them them!! so many thoughts about them!!! so precious. so precious.

see the thing is. lefty moved from italy when he was eight. from one day to the other really

luis is venezuelan, second generation immigrant on his mother's side while his father was already born in the us.

they were in elementary school together and since luis was really really really friendly when he was a kid he almost insisted on becoming friends with lefty

at the beginning lefty resisted because. look he was in a bad mood one day earlier he was in rome where he would play misleading confused tourists through the center of the city. now he can't even call his friends because of fucking time zones

but then he kind of opened up to luis a bit and. he was his first friend in new coventry.

and they stayed close throughout all middle school, they saw each other's frist failures with girls and played the best pranks and spent the days wandering through the streets

but then they reached high school and hey! luis got in the football team!! he's a big fan of sports and he made into the team!! cool, right?

actually yes. but- there's a but.

because being a jock means being cool. and being cool means you can do nothing uncool anymore, it means that if you dare do something that doesn't conform... you're out. if not formally from the team, socially you're dead.

and lefty- especially while he still wasn't a greaser... wasn't cool. he wasn't dorky like the nerds, but he certainly wasn't nearly cool enough to be at the jocks' level.

so luis started avoiding him. although he missed him, although lefty had been close to him when there was no one else... he left him behind.

and lefty in realizing this, responded by ignoring his existence completely. like you don't want me? hah! who needs you anyway? (spoiler: him. he missed luis like a part of his soul.)

so they kinda went from best friends to strangers in the span of a few weeks, never talked anymore, despite still looking for each other's gaze in the hallways

it's that specific kind of scar that only childhood friends can leave you you know.they both had it now

[cruzhillarylumagui]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐜 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐈𝐬𝐫𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐏𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞

Do you know what is happening in the country of Israel and Palestine? Also did you know that this conflic has been a 100yrs ago.

-Frist lets go back to the history.

After the death of king solomon, the son of king david who built the first temple in jerusalem, the united monarchy was divided into two (2) and this is the kingdom of israel in the north and samaria as its capital and in the south is the kingdom of Judah that the capital Jerusalem, and these lands became the residence of the Jews, because in these two lands there was competition and conquest of territories led by different nations or groups.

The British promised that they would establish a Jewish National Home Land here, in Arthur Balfour's declaration that was implemented in 1923.

•ʀᴇʟɪɢɪᴏɴ

For me this is the main reason of this conflic.

Many of the palestinians are muslim,but Muslims comprise 85% of the population of the West Bank, when including Israeli settlers, and 99% of the population of the Gaza Strip.

According to the country’s Central Bureau of Statistics (CBS) classification system(2021 data), approximately 73.8 percent of the population is Jewish, 18 percent Muslim, 1.9 percent Christian, and 1.6 percent Druze.

-The first religion of israel is animism that belief in innumerable spiritual beings concerned with human affairs and capable of helping or harming human interests.

-The jwes people religion is the judaisim  that there is one God, incorporeal and eternal, who wants all people to do what is just and merciful. All people are created in the image of God and deserve to be treated with dignity and respect.

• ʙᴏʀᴅᴇʀ

The operation 2011, the Iron Dome Israel's the first line of defence against rockets.

Back in 1947 the U.N or (United Nation) adop the resolutin 181, which cause to divided the British Mandate of Palestine into two (2) the Arab ang the Jewish State.

The  border with Israel is about 36 miles and in Egypt is about eight miles. 24 miles (40 kilometers) of coastline on the strip, but it has been blocked by the Israeli Navy since 2009 and is closed to all maritime traffic.

• ᴛᴇʀʀɪᴛᴏʀʏ

For me this is the one of the reason why the state or the Israel and other places end up in war.

Because of this there are many casualties involved in that situation.

Many of the palestinians move places, because of that the territory was divided into 3 place or parts, the State of Israel, the West Bank and the Gaza Strip.

Allong in may 14,1948 the first Arab-Israeli war was create by the Israeli and ended in 1949 and the Israeli's held the victory of the battle.

•ʀᴇsᴏᴜʀᴄᴇs

The Natural Resources of the Palestine.

The olive trees, grapevines, almonds, figs and citrus are the types of fruit trees planted in Palestine.

•Gruond water •Oil

•Natural resouces • Natural Gas

The Natural Resources of the Israel

The israeli have a great human resources.

THE NATURAL RESOURCES •POTASH •COPPER ORE •CLAY •SAND

•ᴏʀɪɢɪɴ ᴏf ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ

The Origin of the Israel in the bible was descendantby the Hebrew patriarch Jacob, whose name was changed intoto Israel after the night fight at Penuel near the stream of Jabbok. Israel originally called “Eretz Yisrael" by the Hebrew

Ancient Israel was located in the Ancient Near East, which was an area around what we today call the Middle East.

•ɴᴏᴠᴀ ᴍᴜsɪᴄ fᴇsᴛɪᴠᴀʟ

Israel's Supernova festival celebrated music and unity.

According to the CCN, on 7 October 2023, Hamas militants initiated a surprise invasion of Israel from the Gaza Strip and massacred 260 civilians, injured a greater number, and took an unknown number of hostages at the "Supernova Sukkot Gathering", an open-air psychedelic trance music festival celebrating the Jewish holiday of Sukkot near the Re'im kibbutz. The Nova Festival in a rural farmland area near the Gaza-Israel border was just one of multiple locations hit on Saturday morning by the most sustained and coordinated assault inside Israel ever carried out by Hamas militants.

The total Hamas' armed wing, has an estimated 30,000–40,000 fighters.

•ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʀᴏ ᴘᴀʟᴇsᴛɪɴᴇ ᴏʀ ɪsʀᴀᴇʟɪ

Being a palestinian is difficult because, in your own country you are far away from what god promised the holy land in three of the world's major religions: Christianity, Islam and Judaism.

I want to fight for the rights of the Palestinians, for their promise land.

Thats all thank you for reading this, i hope you appreciatet my work.

i hope u all safe and take care always.

[hussain254]

Zones and Direction

Saudian role to become Center is very crucial

Arab zone to central Asian countries conference

Opportunities for each other

Different policies in development

These all frist step

Next to develope pattern for long term

[relocationandtravel]

Retiring in Nashville: Discover the Top 10 Reasons to Call Music City Your Retirement Haven

As retirement approaches, many individuals seek an ideal place to settle down and enjoy the fruits of their labor. Nashville, often referred to as "Music City," is a popular tourist destination and a thriving city that offers numerous advantages for retirees. In this article, we will probe the top 10 reasons why retiring in Nashville can be a perfect choice for those looking for a vibrant and fulfilling retirement lifestyle. 

1. Vibrant Music and Entertainment Scene

Retiring in Nashville means immersing yourself in a vibrant music and entertainment scene that is unrivaled. Known as the home of country music, Nashville boasts a legendary music heritage. Live performances, concerts, and a thriving entertainment industry are all at your fingertips. 

You can explore famous honky-tonks on Broadway, where talented musicians showcase their skills or experience the iconic Grand Ole Opry. This historic venue has hosted countless country music legends. With abundant cultural offerings, Music City ensures your retirement is filled with excitement and entertainment.

2. Mild Climate

An influential factor to consider when choosing a retirement destination is the climate, and retiring in Nashville offers a pleasant environment with a mild climate. The city experiences relatively mild winters and warm summers, allowing you to enjoy outdoor activities throughout the year. 

Nashville boasts four distinct seasons, each with its unique charm. You can take leisurely walks in parks, relax by the beautiful Cumberland River, or participate in outdoor festivals and events. The moderate climate of Nashville provides the perfect backdrop for an active retirement lifestyle.

3. Low Cost of Living

Financial considerations are crucial in retirement planning, and Nashville offers a moderately low cost of living compared to other major cities. Whether you prefer a cozy home or a spacious condominium, housing costs are affordable. 

Property taxes are reasonable, and Tennessee does not have a state income tax, which can be a significant advantage for retirees looking to make their retirement savings last longer. The low cost of living in Nashville allows you to enjoy a comfortable retirement without compromising your financial well-being.

4. Healthcare Facilities and Services

Access to quality healthcare is paramount during retirement, and Nashville excels. The city is home to renowned medical centers such as the Vanderbilt University Medical Center and Saint Thomas Health, which provide world-class healthcare services. 

These facilities offer a broad scope of specialized treatments and cutting-edge medical care. Retiring in Nashville ensures that you have access to top-notch healthcare and the peace of mind that comes with it. 

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Retiring in Nashville means embracing an active and healthy lifestyle surrounded by breathtaking natural landscapes. The city boasts numerous parks, hiking trails, and recreational areas to reconnect with nature and engage in outdoor activities. 

You can explore the serene beauty of Radnor Lake State Park, go boating or fishing on Percy Priest Lake, or enjoy a picnic in one of the picturesque parks. With abundant outdoor recreational opportunities, Nashville offers retirees the chance to stay active and enjoy the beauty of the great outdoors.

6. Rich Cultural Heritage and History

Nashville's cultural heritage and history extend far beyond its musical legacy. The city is home to several museums and cultural institutions that offer a glimpse into its past. The Country Music Hall of Fame and Museum celebrates country music's rich history, while the Tennessee State Museum provides insights into the state's heritage. 

The Frist Art Museum showcases diverse art exhibitions. Retirees can indulge in the arts, delve into history, and explore the vibrant cultural scene, expanding their horizons and enriching their retirement experience in Nashville.

7. Active Senior Communities and Social Engagement

Nashville provides a wide range of active senior communities and retirement villages that foster a sense of community and encourage social engagement. These communities often feature amenities such as fitness centers, social clubs, and organized activities tailored to the interests of retirees. 

They offer a platform for like-minded individuals to connect, share experiences, and build lasting friendships. Retiring in Nashville means being part of a supportive community that values social connections and encourages an active and fulfilling retirement lifestyle.

8. Culinary Delights and Southern Cuisine

For food enthusiasts, Nashville's vibrant culinary scene is a haven of flavors and delights. The city's restaurants, food trucks, and farmers' markets offer diverse culinary experiences. 

From mouthwatering Southern cuisine to international dishes, you can savor the finest delicacies and embark on culinary adventures throughout Music City. Whether indulging in classic barbecue, sampling hot chicken, or exploring innovative fusion cuisine, retiring in Nashville ensures that your taste buds are constantly delighted by a gastronomic paradise.

9. Proximity to Beautiful Destinations

Nashville's strategic location provides retirees with easy access to many beautiful destinations. Within a few hours' drive, you can probe the majestic Great Smoky Mountains, known for their stunning vistas and hiking trails. Charming towns like Franklin and Lynchburg offer a glimpse into Tennessee's history and southern charm. 

The surrounding countryside invites you to enjoy its serene beauty and peaceful retreats. Retiring in Nashville allows you to embark on exciting weekend getaways and discover the region's natural wonders and cultural gems.

10. Welcoming Community and Southern Hospitality

Nashville is renowned for its warm and welcoming community, and its strong reputation for Southern hospitality makes it an ideal place to retire. Whether you're a newcomer or a long-time resident, you'll find that the city embraces diversity and fosters a sense of belonging. 

Nashville's residents' friendly and kind-hearted nature makes it easy to form new friendships and connect with others. The welcoming community and Southern hospitality create an atmosphere that enhances your retirement experience, ensuring that you feel at home in this vibrant city.

Experience the Best Retirement in Nashville

Relocating to Nashville is a significant decision; opting for Nashville could be your ultimate relocation. Discover an unparalleled combination of favorable weather, rich culture, and excellent healthcare facilities. Embrace the breathtaking outdoors and join the warm and inclusive community. Plant your roots in Nashville, TN, and embark on an extraordinary retired life, making it your most fulfilling chapter yet.

To Summarize

Retiring in Nashville offers a unique and fulfilling experience for individuals seeking an exciting and culturally rich retirement destination. Music City has something to offer everyone with its vibrant music scene, mild climate, low cost of living, abundant outdoor opportunities, and welcoming community. So, consider Nashville your retirement haven and embark on an extraordinary chapter of your life filled with music, adventure, and endless possibilities.

[sunflower-named-cyan]

Oki but hear me out -

When Lizzie gets to the server, she finds Grian frist.

He seemed shocked, not knowing the watcher had dragged her as well into the mess that was the watchers game. He felt horrible that Joel got dragged in to it, he didn't want to have the couple putted again each other.

"where is he?"

"Joel?"

"yes, my husband, once was a troll, has some green in his hair," Lizzie looks at him, seeing just how scared he was as she felt. "I asked to be here, Grian. The Watchers see us as pawns, I'm going to make my own moves."

Grian release a sigh he didn't know he was holding, pointing towards the center of the server, where everyone had started to gather.

Lizzie thanked him before rushing towards them. She paid no mind to the bewildered looks of the others. She looked only for the green she knew.

His eyes meet her, a frown on his face as a question sat on his lips. She was hugging him before he could say a word. He didn't say anything else, resigned to the warm hug.

In this server, their wedding rings ment nothing to the chess board the Watchers were setting up. Waiting and watching to see who were pawns, who was the king, and who would gain check mate.

But for that moment, the moment away from whatever game they had to endure, all that mattered was that she could be there with him.

Even now, she could feel the puppet strings of her deal tugging from the void.

While 3rd Life was happening, Lizzie was looking for her husband. When she eventually got an idea of why he'd disappeared and where he was, she caught the Watchers' attention very fast by looking for one of their players and wound up willingly partaking in the game in order to reunite with him.

Hey,, anon...? I didn't need to read that, actually... oh,,,