#Harmony Johnson

[harmonyverendez]

Nocturnal - You Are My World.

Harmony ran as fast as she could through the forest. Her giant paws left footprints on the forest ground, but she gave it no mind.

Behind her a golden-brown wolf chases behind her, and the enormous wolf was hot on her tail.

The wolves ran through the forest ground, and branches, and jumped over logs.

They stopped at a pond.

Harmony shifted first, she popped her bones and stretched. She waited until her soulmate was finished.

Once Lucas transformed, she turned around to look at him.

His ocean eyes took in her full appearance, and he liked what he saw.

He walked close and looked down at her, Harmony closed her eyes and felt her cheeks warming.

She opened them to see Lucas' face was close to hers. “ Can I kiss you?” he asked.

Harmony nodded.

Lucas grabbed her chin tilted her head and leaned down to capture her lips with his.

Harmony felt all types of emotions.

He grabbed her and lifted her so she could wrap her legs around his waist. This way, the kiss could be more open, deeper, and more passionate.

Lucas and Harmony's lips moved in sync as their feelings were strong and seen through the kiss.

They both pulled away and gazed into each other's eyes.

Wow, this feeling was new and they never felt this before.

Their eyes seemed to say what they wanted to say out loud.

‘ I love you ’

Harmony was the first to pull away, she got down as Lucas smiled and grabbed her hand.

“ Harmony, would you like to be my girlfriend?”.

Heart shone in Harmony's eyes as she beamed at him.

“ Yes, I would love to”.

Lucas excited, crashed lips against hers as she happily kissed back.

They felt at home.

And that's where they were.

Home.

[edwordsmyth]

Nas watching Harmony Korine's Gummo (1997).

Belly (1998), dir. Hype Williams 

[marthashlyn]

🌺 Hibiscus Daily 🌺

To my Pastor’s new homes,

•Philadelphie French SDA

•Salem French SDA

PLEASE DO NOT STRESS HIM OUT. Do NOT put his family in danger. He is truly a servant of the lord. I don’t crush on married men. I’m also grown. I don’t have time for those games. My leader needs to do what he was called for, which is to lead and pray.

No drama! Tanpri! ✋🏾

He is to be stress free. Leave the moun fou stuff at home. Keep your witchcraft to yourselves, if you do practice. It is written you are NOT to practice witchcraft if you follow the lord. The first five books of the Bible should be read. Take notes.

Thank you. 🙂

[badger-tales]

Notes//G.W x Reader

Request: would you please be able to write a George weasley x Hufflepuff!reader where he maybe injures her in quidditch or a prank gone wrong and he feels so bad about it and tries to make it up to her???

Word count: 2.2K

By some miracle—or perhaps sheer dumb luck—she had made it six years on the Hufflepuff Quidditch team without breaking a single bone. There had been plenty of close calls: a few bad sprains that kept her limping through Herbology, a fractured wrist after an unfortunate tumble off her broom, and enough bruises to make her look like she lost a fight with a rogue Hippogriff. But never a full break. Not until today. Not until *this* disaster of a match. 

Of course, it had to happen in the first game of the season: Gryffindor versus Hufflepuff. A game everyone looked forward to—and one she’d been quietly dreading since she was named captain. Things started going wrong right from the opening whistle, and before she knew it, the match devolved into complete chaos.

It was as if the fates had conspired against her. Her beaters, Pollard and Bennett, were useless, dropping their bats at a crucial moment—who even does that?—leaving her wide open to the bludgers. Her fellow chasers, Arellano and Swanson, somehow managed to track the wrong Gryffindor chaser for most of the match, practically escorting Katie Bell up and down the pitch while Angelina Johnson casually scored goal after goal.

And then, of course, there were the Weasley twins. *One* of them—she could never tell which—sent a bludger hurtling straight toward her hand with an almost artistic precision, as if aiming for maximum pain. In a flash, the bat-sized ball collided with her outstretched fingers, and the snap of bone was loud enough to drown out her own gasp. 

The whole disaster played out in less than two seconds, a symphony of unfortunate moments working in perfect, disastrous harmony. 

And just like that, she was grounded. Their substitute chaser was out sick with dragon pox, so they had no choice but to forfeit the match. Gryffindor celebrated their early-season win with a chorus of cheers, and she was left nursing her broken arm and bruised pride. 

She had only one word to describe the entire ordeal: *shitshow*. 

Madam Pomfrey mended her arm in less time than it took to explain what happened—two minutes of wand work, a flick of Skelegrow, and not a hint of sympathy. The real pain came afterward, though, in the form of a twenty-minute verbal lashing she unleashed on her teammates back in the locker room.

“We’ve been practicing this since *September*! Do you have any idea how hard it is to book the pitch for Tuesdays and Thursdays? How many hours I’ve spent drawing up these plays?” she snapped, pacing back and forth like a restless lioness. Her teammates sat slumped on the benches, still in their mud-streaked uniforms, looking anywhere but at her. 

“And for what? So you two”—she jabbed a finger toward Arellano and Swanson—“could follow *Bell* around like a couple of lost kneazles? Johnson had the bloody Quaffle!” 

Swanson muttered an apology, but she didn’t let up. 

“And you two!” she turned sharply to Pollard and Bennett. “I swear to Merlin, if you *ever* drop those bats again, I’ll *personally* find a way to glue them to your hands. I don’t care if it takes a Permanent Sticking Charm.”

Silence fell over the locker room like a heavy fog. 

“Get it together,” she warned, her voice low and dangerous. “Or I’ll recruit an entirely new team. The *only* person doing their job out there was Diggory.”

Without another word, she yanked her broom from the corner and stalked out of the locker room, the sound of her boots echoing in the empty corridor. Her arm still ached—Pomfrey’s magic was quick, but it never took the sting out entirely—and the throbbing pain matched the growing frustration simmering beneath her skin.

She hadn’t made it far when she heard it: 

“Hey, L/N! Wait up!” 

She stopped dead in her tracks, shoulders tensing. She knew that voice. And of course, because the universe *loved* testing her patience, George Weasley came jogging up beside her, looking annoyingly cheerful for someone who’d just shattered her hand.

“Not now, Weasley,” she said flatly, gripping her broom tighter. “I’m *really* not in the mood.”

He didn’t take the hint. “Are you mad at me for breaking your arm?” he asked, easily matching her brisk pace.

She let out a sigh through clenched teeth, her stomach growling irritably. All she wanted was food—something hot, greasy, and fast—followed by about ten hours of uninterrupted sleep. 

“No, I’m mad at my team for being a bunch of idiots. Even if I *was* mad at you, what difference would it make?” she shot back, quickening her pace toward the castle gates.

George only shrugged, grinning like he had all the time in the world. “I feel bad.”

She rolled her eyes. “Yeah, well, it’s Quidditch. I knew what I was signing up for.”

He wasn’t getting the message. No, he kept walking beside her, hands tucked casually into the pockets of his robes, as if they were out for a pleasant morning stroll. 

“Still,” he continued, “I know breaking a bone sucks. Let me make it up to you.”

Her patience snapped like her radius. She whirled around, nearly smacking him with the end of her broom. “Weasley. For the love of Merlin, *leave me alone*.”

It was rude, maybe a bit harsh, but at that point, she didn’t care. She just needed him to go away.

To her annoyance, George only grinned wider, raising his hands in a gesture of mock surrender. “Alright, alright. I get it. Message received.” 

Finally, he turned on his heel, heading back toward the pitch with that same easygoing swagger that made her want to hex him. 

She exhaled heavily. *Thank god.* 

---

By the next morning, she had buried herself in the safety of the Hufflepuff common room, avoiding human interaction like it was contagious. She needed space, time to stew—and more importantly, time to fix the mess her team had made. 

For two straight days, she holed herself up with her Quidditch playbook, scrawling new strategies until the margins were filled with ink stains and furious scribbles. When Monday morning rolled around, she dragged her team out of bed at 4 a.m. sharp, ignoring their groans and protests. They had practice—and she was *not* in the mood for excuses.

By the time the sun was up, the lot of them were caked in mud, panting and limping toward the showers. She could practically feel their glares burning holes in her back. 

Good. Let them be mad. She didn’t care. Early practice always put her in a good mood, and after the weekend she’d had, she needed it. 

Humming softly to herself, she made her way to Transfiguration, her hair still damp from the shower and her spirits lighter than they’d been in days. 

That is, until George Weasley slid into the seat beside her, grinning like a Kneazle with cream. 

---

“Mornin’, L/N,” George Weasley said with that infuriatingly cheerful grin as he leaned back in his chair, balancing precariously on two legs. His red hair was still ruffled from the wind, and a mischievous glint sparkled in his eyes, like someone who'd already caused trouble before breakfast. 

She shot him a sidelong glare, her earlier good mood evaporating like steam rising off the dewy Quidditch pitch. 

“Go away, Weasley,” she muttered, already regretting not choosing a seat farther from him. 

Naturally, George chuckled. The same way he always did—soft, teasing, and just enough to set her teeth on edge. 

She had caught sight of the Gryffindor team trudging their way up to the pitch at six that morning, right as her Hufflepuff team was making their way back down toward the castle for breakfast. Her teammates had been dragging their feet, faces twisted with exhaustion, but she? She had practically floated all the way to the Great Hall, feeling fresh and ready for the day. There was nothing like an early win—especially when it came at the expense of her own team’s suffering. 

George gave her a sideways glance, like he knew exactly how smug she felt. “Productive morning, then?” he asked, still rocking dangerously on the back legs of his chair. 

She smirked. “It was.” 

“Ready for Ravenclaw next month?” he pressed, tapping his quill against the desk absentmindedly.

“Always,” she replied curtly, shifting her focus to her Transfiguration notes.  

George didn’t seem ready to drop the conversation, though. She could see it out of the corner of her eye—the way his mouth twitched, words forming on the tip of his tongue—but before he could say anything else, Professor McGonagall strode into the room, her sharp gaze silencing even the rowdiest students. The room fell into obedient quiet as she began explaining the logistics of the Epoximise spell, her wand drawing neat, glowing diagrams in the air. 

Y/N took the opportunity to immerse herself in the lecture, her quill scratching diligently across parchment. If she could just ignore George, maybe he’d get bored and leave her alone. 

But that was wishful thinking.  

“Oi, L/N,” he whispered, his voice low and insistent beside her.

She kept her eyes glued to the front of the room, ignoring him.

A soft poke landed on her shoulder. She didn’t flinch, determined to outlast him.  

Then a piece of parchment slid across the desk, brushing against her hand. She glanced down, glaring at George through her eyelashes. He grinned, eyes bright with mischief, and gestured for her to open it. 

Curiosity got the better of her, and with a quiet sigh, she unfolded the note.  

*“I hope you know CPR, ‘cause you take my breath away.”*  

A laugh bubbled up inside her, but she pressed her lips together, forcing it down. She grabbed her quill, scribbling a response in quick, slanted handwriting. 

*“4/10. I’ve heard better.”*

She passed the note back with a smirk, enjoying the way George’s grin widened when he read her reply. He scratched the back of his head as if deep in thought, then leaned over his parchment again, scrawling something new.

When the note landed in front of her, she unfolded it with a sense of anticipation she knew she shouldn’t feel.  

*“I must’ve had some Felix Felicis, ‘cause I think I’m about to get lucky.”*  

This time, she couldn’t help it—a short, sharp laugh escaped her before she could clap a hand over her mouth. Several students turned to look at her, and even McGonagall paused mid-sentence to glance their way with a disapproving arch of her brow. 

Y/N’s cheeks flamed as she slouched lower in her seat, stifling the rest of her giggles. 

She leaned over her parchment and wrote back quickly. 

*“7/10. That one was pretty good.”*  

George gave a triumphant little chuckle as he read her reply, clearly pleased with himself. She could feel him watching her now, waiting—probably hoping—she’d glance up and meet his gaze. But she stubbornly kept her eyes on her parchment. If she looked at him now, she knew she'd be blushing in seconds. And the last thing she needed was for George Weasley to know how charming she found him.

The next note slid across the desk, folding neatly into her hand like a gift she hadn’t asked for but couldn’t refuse.  

*“Can I borrow a kiss? I promise I’ll give it back.”*  

A grin spread across her face before she could stop it. Merlin, he was insufferable.  

*“10/10. Bold.”* 

She slipped the note back to him, her heart doing an annoying little flip when their fingers brushed for the briefest moment. 

Before George could dream up another ridiculous pick-up line, the bell rang, signaling the end of class. McGonagall’s voice cut through the air, dismissing the students with a crisp, “That will be all for today. Don’t forget to practice your spells before next lesson.” 

Y/N scrambled to shove her books and notes into her bag, suddenly realizing that George had managed to distract her so thoroughly she hadn’t written down anything about the Epoximise spell. *Brilliant. Now I’ve got no notes and new Quidditch plays to plan.* 

She slipped out of the classroom quickly, hoping to make her escape before George had the chance to follow. But, as always, he was one step ahead. 

She made it twenty minutes into her break before he found her again, sliding into the seat beside her at a table in the library like he belonged there. 

This time, she was the one to start the game, sliding a fresh piece of parchment across to him with a smirk. 

*“Did you get lost?”* 

George’s response came almost immediately. 

*“Only in your eyes.”*  

She groaned quietly, rolling her eyes as she scribbled back. 

*“1/10. Predictable and contrived.”*  

George huffed, his quill hovering over the parchment as if he was seriously contemplating his next move. He tapped the tip against the page a few times before finally writing a single word:  

*“Hogsmeade?”*  

Her heart stuttered. She could feel his gaze burning into the side of her face, waiting for her answer. For a moment, she just stared at the word on the parchment, her mind racing. 

Then, slowly, she wrote her response, her hand shaking just slightly.  

*“10/10, of course.”*  

She pushed the note back toward him, her cheeks warm as she dared to glance up at him for the first time.  

The grin on George’s face was absolutely dazzling—and it was all for her.

[stochastique-blog]

Love me

[www-loser-org]

Tulips and a Broken Clock

Pairing: Post-Scratch!Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Bookstore-Owner!Reader

MDNI 17/18+ ONLY

SMUT WARNING

A/N: Unfortunately, English is my first language, but I hope you enjoy it regardless! No use of y/n. This was inspired by a post prison Spencer fic called Hourglass by @nereidprinc3ss , it was so good and I loved the premise of it, so I decided to attempt my own.

Content Warnings: 17/18+ ONLY, MDNI, semi-canon Hotch, smitten!Hotch, time skips, not physically descriptive reader, physically descriptive Hotch, 1st person reader, protected sex, interchangeable use of cock and dick, oral sex (fem! receiving), missionary, fluff, angst, smut, use of pet names (darling, honey, baby, sir, counselor, captain, etc.), dirty talk, female is vocal, Hotch isn’t (not surprising), tit sucking, clit play, mention of real life events (COVID), I DO NOT OWN ANY CRIMINAL MINDS CHARACTERS, hair pulling (male receiving), scratching (no mentions of Scratch/Peter Lewis), “I need to know you’re real” sex, OC side characters (Mrs. Johnson), mentions of Before I Let Go by Kennedy Ryan, let me know if there’s more

Word Count: 5,375 words

The clock was ticking by very slowly today. Too slow. I kept eyeballing it as I anxiously waited for the seconds to pass by, silently wishing it would go by faster. It was just another day at the cozy bookshop I had opened a little over 2 years ago. The smell of vintage, used, and new books blended together in harmony with the mix of my lavender essence I had at the front. A few customers roamed amongst the shelves, skimming their fingers along the edges and quiet voices humming in the air. It was a slow day, by any means, but it was even slower as I waited impatiently for the clock to start my wonderful date night. I tapped against the book I was reading and watched as the seconds clock ticked by. Is it getting slower? I should have the mechanic check it out. But that’s so expensive, I can just do i-

“Are you okay there, sugarplum?” The customer asked, interrupting my thoughts.

I shook a little, but smiled nonetheless. “Yes, Mrs. Johnson. I’m just a little distracted today.” I replied, scanning her books. 

“What’s got your mind warped, sugar?” She asks, taking out her wallet.

“Well,” I started, bagging her order and tapping on the screen. “I have a date tonight.”

“Oooo, is it that attractive, serious, brunette man? He’s been looking at you with sparkles in his eyes.” She said.

I nodded, cheekily smiling. “Yes, we had gone out on a few dates over the past 4 months and I really like him.”

She chuckled. “That’s good, sugarplum. Have fun tonight, and be safe.” She warned, pointing an accusatory finger at me as she grabbed her bag and walked out. I giggled and waved at her. “I will, goodnight Mrs. Johnson!” 

I looked back at the clock and not even 5 minutes went by, the hour hand remaining on the 5. I sighed and pulled out my book again, attempting to continue my reading as the remaining customers wandered and filed out. Purchasing or window shopping. 

One by one, chapter by chapter, it soon became 6:30 and I was able to close for the night. I counted out the change and the register and placed them in the safe, putting in the code to ensure its safety. It was then I heard the bell go off in the store. I got up quickly and reached for the bat behind the door. “We’re closed!” I shouted into the store, my hand twisting the bat nervously. I stepped out and closed the door to the office, placing the bat in both my hands. Stupid! You should’ve just hid and called the police! I scolded myself. I walked out slowly, crouching slightly in case the intruder could see me. 

“It’s just me.” I suddenly heard from my right side. I swung the bat towards my intruder before hearing a yelp. “Aaron?”

“Yeah, I’m sorry. I know we agreed on 7:30, but I was off earlier than expected and came over immediately.” He explained as I turned on the lights, revealing him in his work attire and holding a bouquet of tulips. Pink tulips. Aaron had fallen and was now laying in between the back reading chairs. He held out the tulips for me to take. I breathed the sweet scent of them and sighed, smiling sweetly at him before holding a hand down to him. He took it and I pulled him up. He stood up quickly and so close to me, I could feel his breath on my nose. I smiled and looked up into his eyes. “Hi.” I whispered.

“Hi.” He whispered back. He smiled and I stole a glance at his lips. He noticed and glanced at mine. Slowly, he leaned in, closing most of the gap between us until his were brushing mine, teasing mine. I decided to minimize the distance and close the gap, kissing him fully. The kiss was soft and sweet, slow enough to stop the world. I closed my eyes, heaven taking over my senses. I let go of his hand and reached to cup his jaw and his grazed my other hand that held the roses. The kiss stole our breath away as we’d break apart for a few seconds and return to the kisses. Heaven blessed this world as we continued to kiss each other in the back reading area of the store. 

Soon his hands caressed my waist as he gently pushed me back. I opened my eyes and pouted teasingly. “Don’t you have to get dressed?” Aaron asked.

I giggled lightly. “You’re right, I do. Give me 20 minutes. You can come up if you’d like. My place is just above the store if you wanna wash up and wait.”

He nodded and followed me upstairs. I led him into the living room, nodding my head as I told him to sit. I went into the kitchen and grabbed a clear vase for the flowers. I felt a presence behind me as he grabbed the vase with one hand. “I got this, it’s okay. Go get ready, don’t worry, we’re still early.” I smiled and kissed his cheek before briskly walking towards my bedroom. 

***

We were walking towards the restaurant doors, hand in hand, smiling at each other. Aaron had a reservation at 8 for the place. I was decked out in a white dress with white shoes, opposite of his dark suit and red tie. Aaron told the hostess his name and she then led us to our table. Aaron had let go of my hand briefly to pull out my chair. “And they say chivalry is dead.” I teased as I sat down, pulling my chair in slightly. 

“Well honey, I keep the chivalry's heart pumping.” He smiled before sitting down in his seat, pulling out his menu as I pulled out mine.

We spent hours there, just talking, laughing, and smiling overall. My heart fluttered at every little thing Aaron had done. From asking the waiter for a refill for my water to asking me little questions about my shop. Whether it be the workload, the stock of books, or even the customer shenanigans, I understood that he cared. I also discussed my past life, parts I never really discussed with anyone else, how I never kept in contact with my parents because their dreams for me were different from mine, how my fiance died in a car crash, how hard it was to start up another small business bookshop, etc. We also discussed some of his old cases. They were brutal, not brutal enough for nightmares, but enough to scare me a little. He had told me about his late ex-wife, Haley, and his son Jack, who was with the babysitter tonight. He spoke highly of her, mentioning how though they divorced, she had always understood his job and odd hours. He stated how she had aggressive opinions against it, but it was understandable given the circumstances and the effects on the relationship. I reached out for his hand and grasped it softly, hoping to comfort him. He explained that his job is what got her killed, how a serial killer named George Foyet had shot and killed Haley. He also talked about Jack and how tough it was to raise him with his job and how much help Jessica, Haley’s sister, had helped out when watching Jack when Aaron had a case. I nodded in understanding, allowing him to continue his stories throughout the night. 

Later that night, he walked me home. He held an arm around my waist as we slowly walked the path to my home. I adorned his black trench jacket and his tie was loosened. We shared whispers of little things that had happened today, swapping little stories with each other as the wind brushed around us. 

Once we reached the front door of the store, we stopped. I looked at him and turned to fully face him. “You can say no, but do you wanna head up with me?” I asked hesitantly with hopeful eyes. 

He eyed upstairs before closing his eyes, groaning quietly. “I would love to, honey. But I forgot that the babysitter doesn’t do nights.”

I nodded, slightly disappointed. “It’s alright. I understand. Besides, we had that other time a few weeks ago.”

He chuckled before pulling me in close, kissing my forehead. “I’m really sorry, sweetheart. I promise, I’ll make it up to you next week. I’ll push Jack to have a sleepover or something.” He looked into my eyes, guilt glossing over the surface. “I’ll think of something, I swear.”

I smiled before leaning more into him. “I know you will, Hotchner. You always do.” I kissed him. And then I kissed him again. And then I leaned in for another kiss, brushing his lips with mine. He laughed lightly at the trick and held my jaw in his hands before leaning in and kissing me slowly, closing his eyes. I closed mine as I grabbed his torso and pulled him closer to me.

We eventually let go and breathed in the fresh air. “Good night, darling.” Aaron whispered, letting go.

“Good night, Captain.” I replied, unlocking and opening the door. Once I entered, I immediately went upstairs before realizing that I still had his jacket. I placed it on the coat rack and took a picture of it, sending it to Aaron. You forget something? I texted him. 

He replied, Keep it, save it for our next date.

I smiled before replying, Ok ;). My heart buzzed as I thought of all the possibilities of our next date. I was so excited. I think I like him a little more than I thought. 

***

The next date never came. In fact, there were only a few texts exchanged before Aaron completely ghosted me. A 44 year old man with PTSD and a 11 year old son ghosted me. I scoff at the fact less than I cry over the fact. I thought we were going somewhere with this. I thought we were lovers at that point. I guess I was wrong. I was still managing my bookshop, as usual. From 9 am to 8 pm, customers came and went, buying books, selling books, etc. The pandemic made it hard for the store to survive. I reopened the store as soon as it was allowed, following all the regulations and rules in hopes that I could sell more books and keep the store on its feet. However, during the pandemic, my late grandmother had caught COVID and had died, leaving me an inheritance that kept the store alive and thriving. That and the coffee bar I had installed along with the 9 am to 6 pm barista, who gets paid separately and pays rent on the space.

The tulips from my last date with Aaron sit on the desk, wilted and dried out. I kept them there out of hope, no matter how many times my friends had told me to get rid of them and no matter how many dates I went on, no one could compare to Aaron. It’s silly and stupid, that after 8 years of him disappearing, I still had hope he would come back for his jacket. But he didn’t. And so the tulips were one of the good memories I had with Aaron. 

Sighing, I looked at the clock and saw that it had not moved since noon. I checked the time on my computer and saw that time had sufficiently passed. It was 6:52 and I knew I had to get ready to close. Looking around, I saw the only person left was Mrs. Johnson in the back reading area. I smiled before getting up and tapping her shoulder lightly. “Mrs. Johnson, it’s almost closing time. Would you like me to ring you up?”

“Oh, yes please, sugarplum. Just the one, please.” She replied, holding out one book, Before I Let Go by Kennedy Ryan as I helped her up.

“Good book?” I ask, walking up to the register and ringing her up.

“Oh, it’s great! Reminds me of my husband, Richard, and I,” She smiled fondly. “Falling back in love after thinking we fell out of it.”

“That’s sweet, Mrs. Johnson. I’ll have to check it out myself.” I smiled back.

She nodded, glancing at the flowers. “Don’t lose hope, dear.”

I solemnly smiled. “Good night, Mrs. Johnson.”

She nodded in reply and walked out of the store. I followed behind her and started to pull in the outside coffee tables and chairs, wiping them down as I brought them in. I locked the door, making sure the door didn’t budge. I wiped down all the shelves and the register area, placing the cleaning items under the desk. I glanced up and saw the clock. Snapping my fingers, I pulled out a drawer in the register desk and grabbed a couple batteries along with a screwdriver. I grabbed a ladder and opened it out. Stepping up the ladder, I grabbed the clock off the screw in the wall. I stepped back down the ladder when I heard a knock at the door. Stopping my movements, I placed the clock down on a nearby shelf before walking out into the main area. Looking through the glass, my breath stopped. His back was turned to me, but I knew it was him. Aaron Hotchner.

He was holding white tulips and anxiously looking around. I walked closer to the door, my eyes trained on him and his stature. He turned around and our eyes met. Slowly, I walked over to the door. My hands shook as I slowly pressed the handle bar of the door. I pushed the door open and looked back up at him. His eyes stared back into mine. He looked different. More rugged features on his face. He had grown out his beard and was more fit in. He was wearing much more casual wear, no suits. He was wearing an open blue button down with a white shirt and jeans, sneaker clad. I slowly reached a hand up to his face before cupping his cheek. He leaned in a little to my hand. I gasped quietly before caressing more of his face. His eyes were glazed with tears, reflecting mine. “You’re really here.” I confirmed, tears slowly falling from my eyes. 

“Yes. And I’m so sorry.” He replied, sincerity in his voice.

I shook my head. “Shut up.” I grabbed both sides of his face and pulled him in for a kiss. I closed my eyes as he reciprocated immediately. He wrapped his arms around my waist, careful for the flowers. This gave me the opportunity to pull him closer to me, wrapping my hands around his neck. His beard tickled my chin and tears flavored the kiss. I pulled away with my head still against his, a quiet sob wracking my throat. “You’re really here.” I said again, more breathily than the first time. My eyes were still closed because I feared that if I opened them, he would be gone again. “I’m really here.” He confirmed, as if he had heard my thoughts. I laughed lightly before opening my eyes. He was already looking at me, quiet tears flowing down his face. I kissed him again, much softer than the first time. 

I kicked out my foot and pushed the door more open while pulling him inside by his neck. As I pulled him inside, the kisses got more desperate as we swerved towards my cash desk. Aaron placed his hands on either side of the desk, placing the flowers down on the counter. I pulled him closer, molding our bodies as close as possible, grinding against his clothed dick. His hands gripped the desk counter, knuckles turning white at my movement. He groaned into my mouth, which sent shivers down my back. He pulled away first, both of us gasping for breath. “Wait.” He said and I paused, opening my eyes and looking at his. “Are you sure you wanna do this?”

I placed my hand against his mouth. “Aaron, I’m positive. You’re alive and I hate you for that and I want to understand why. But right now, I need you to fuck me like you promised. I need to know you’re still here and you won’t leave again.”

He shook his head, eyes running crazy. He removed my hand and placed a kiss on the back of it. “I’m not going anywhere. I promise.”

“And Jack?”

He chuckled, reminiscence in his eyes. “Jack is almost 19 years old and in college. I’m pretty sure we’re fine.”

“Okay, just double checking.” I confirmed. He tapped my hips. I immediately understood and jumped, him catching me. I placed a hand around his shoulder and patted his chest with the other. “Why don’t we take this to my room.” I said.

“Absolutely.” He replied. He then walked as quickly as possible towards the office door, opening and closing it while still holding me. He walked us up the stairs and put me down once we reached the living room. I grabbed his face and pulled him towards mine, heavy breaths mingling with one another. I pulled him in for another hot kiss before my hands moved to push the button down off “Is this okay?”

“Yes.” He replied, desperately, allowing the garment to fall onto the ground. He fiddled with the hem of my own shirt, teasing my skin. “Is this okay?” He asked, raising a brow.

“God, yes.” I replied, lifting my arms. He removed the shirt and pulled me into him by my hips. His lips sought mine out and I followed the suit, kissing him deeper. I kicked off my shoes and he did his. I pulled him by his neck into my bedroom, the door pushing open with our force. I let go of his lips and gasped for air, falling back into my queen bed. I pushed myself all the way up to my pillows, curling my finger to tease him towards me, smiling cheekily. He followed me up, lips kissing up my skin from my jean clad hips. My hands sought his hair as I basked in the heat of his lips. He reached my bra and pulled it down enough to reveal my nipples. They hardened at the cold air and at his movements. He kissed each one teasingly. I watched him with bated breath. His eyes bore back into mine as he proceeded to take my right nipple in his mouth, sucking sweetly and swirling his tongue. I moaned at the contact, grabbing his hair. He continued his mantra of sensuality, taking moments between suckling and swirling his tongue. His right hand twisted and flicked my other nipple. The movements alone had me moaning at the contact and pulling him closer into me. He switched to the opposite side, making sure to give the second nipple just as much attention as the first. I let out another moan at the switch, leaning my head back and shutting my eyes. He continued this mantra as much as he did the first one until both nipples were perked and red from the attention. His trail of kisses reached my neck as he sucked bruising kisses on my neck. His lips reached mine and he pressed deep, hot kisses on my lips. He teased his tongue, prodding at my lips and I opened my mouth. His tongue and taste invaded my senses, he tasted of cinnamon vanilla as I explored more, fighting him for dominance. He won, as usual, taking over all my senses, smell, taste, touch, you name it, he owned it. 

His fingers tapped the waistband of my jeans. He let go of my swollen lips with a gasp. “Is this okay?”

“Please.” I whispered.

“Huh? I didn’t hear that darling. You need to speak up for me, darling girl.” Aaron teased

“Please, Aaron.” I pleaded louder, lifting my hips to meet his. 

He chuckled. “So impatient.” He kissed my jaw. “So needy.” He kissed my neck, trailing his kisses back down until they reached my belt. His fingers fiddled with the buckle, opening the belt. His fingers unbuttoned my pants and he pulled the zipper down, easily pulling the pants down. I lifted my hips off the bed to give him more access to pull the jeans off. After he pulled my pants off, I reached around my back and unclasped my bra, throwing it off to the side. Aaron positioned himself right in front of my entrance, licking his lips as if he were starved. He looked up at my eyes from his position. “May I?” He asked gently against my pussy, ever the gentleman. 

I nodded. “Yes, please, Aaron.” I pleaded. 

He obeyed, chuckling slightly. He pulled down my panties and groaned when he saw how wet I had gotten. He looked completely enamored with my pussy, watching how it glistened and clenched, waiting for him. I felt him breathing at the entrance and felt my walls clench around nothing. I made a small noise from my throat. “Please sir, I need you.”

Aaron’s eyes lit up and he smirked. “Don’t worry, pretty girl. I got you.” His tongue reached out and licked a big stripe against my pussy. I gasped at the sudden contact but lifted my hips nonetheless. He wrapped his (big, beefy) arms around my thighs and grounded my body against my bed. He pulled my lower half towards his mouth, licking his way into my entrance. I moaned and gasped at the feeling, allowing him in. His tongue licked stripes on and inside my pussy, varying in patterns and paces. He moved one hand from my thigh and prodded one finger inside. I felt it slide in and moaned at the contact, leaning my head back and shutting my eyes. His finger pumped in and out in a slow rhythm as he licked stripes up and down my labia. 

After a few more pumps, Aaron added another finger inside my entrance. He moved his tongue up from its position and swirled it around my clit. I gasped at the sudden change and grabbed his hair, pulling slightly. He groaned a little and it sent vibrations up my body, letting moans fall out my mouth like a river. His mouth switched from swirling to sucking my clit. His fingers pumped in and out of my pussy. One of my hands was down grabbing his hair, pulling him closer to my pussy. My other hand was under my pillow, grasping the sheets of it and twisting. He sped up his fingers, pumping them in and out of me faster. I gasped at the change and moaned. His tongue swirled my clit until his thumb replaced it, circling it slowly. His fingers sped up as well as his thumb and it made me gasp, my thighs threatening to close in. “Oh shit, Aaron.” I moaned out.

“That’s it, darling. Say my name.” He replied, continuing his movements at the same pace. “Aaron, Aaron, Aaron.” I repeated, like a chorus, my moans and gasps making up the verse. His fingers were quickly working me up, closer and closer. “Oh my god, Aaron. Don’t stop.” I gasped out. He started leaving kisses over my thighs, stopping every few kisses to suck hickies into my thighs. “Please, don’t -fuck, don’t stop!” I pleaded, moving both hands to grip his hair, pulling slightly. The overwhelming pleasure of everything, his thumb, his fingers, his kisses, it all hit me as that knot twisted tighter in my stomach. “Oh fuck, I’m about to cum!” I let out, gasping and moaning, unable to stop myself. His fingers kept the pace but went harder and harder, making me gasp even more than before. “Oh fuck Aaron, I’m about to-” I was cut off when the knot broke in my stomach and I came with a moan. Aaron reached his head down, licking up every droplet like a man starved. His fingers continued to slowly fuck me through my orgasm, drawing it out until the first load was gone. I moved both of my hands to my forehead, catching my breath.

After he had finished, he brought himself back up to my face. “Breathe, darling. It’s okay.” He said. He kissed me softly on my cheeks and nose. I brushed my fingers through his hair and brought it to the back of his neck. I pulled him back to my lips and kissed him desperately. I moved my other hand down his chest and fiddled with the hem of his white shirt. He immediately understood, sitting up and taking it off. I moved my hands to his belt buckle and tried to get it off. He grabbed my hands and placed them above my head. “I know that you’re impatient, baby, but I gave you what you want-”

“Please Aaron, I want more.” I reply, lifting my hips to grind towards his. 

“First of all, it’s sir. Second of all, it’s going to be sir for the rest of tonight, or you’re not gonna cum. If you want anything, you ask. Are we clear?” He responded in a demanding tone.

“Yes, counselor.” I tested, smile spreading, testing him. He turned his head to the side curiously, smiling curving in his features. He chuckled, “I’ll allow it.”

Slowly, he let go of my wrists and sat back on his knees. I pulled my elbows up, positioning myself towards him. He unclasped his belt and pulled down his pants, leaving him in his white boxer briefs. I sat up and slowly reached for his cock, feeling out how hard he was. Aaron wrapped a hand around my wrist and pulled it away slowly. “No, not tonight,” He laid me back down and I wriggled to get more comfortable. He grabbed the spare pillow from beside me and tapped my hips. I obeyed and raised them. “Tonight’s all about you, my darling.” Aaron put the pillow under my hips and stripped himself of his boxer briefs. His dick was leaking with precum, the red tip begging for attention. I stared with my mouth agape. He was 6.5 inches and I knew I was in trouble. I had forgotten how big he was, 8 years time will do that to a person. He reached behind and pulled a condom from his pants pocket. He opened the package, pinched the tip of the rubber and rolled it down his cock. He looked at my face and caught me staring. Aaron chuckled and it caught my attention, changing my line of sight to look at his eyes. “Have you not been taken care of, baby? I’m sorry, I’m here now.” He said, teasing my pussy with his tip. I gasped at the contact, looking down at him holding his cock and where our bodies met. He hissed slightly. “God, you’re so wet.”

“Please sir.” I pleaded.

“Please what?”

“Please stop teasing.” I whined, slowly reaching a hand down to his dick. I reached down and gathered some slick from my pussy and rubbed it on Aaron’s dick, pumping it a couple times. He hissed again before fully grabbing his dick and slowly entered my pussy. I gasped at the stretch, not used to it like I was and closed my eyes, concentrating on relaxing. He leaned down and kissed my neck softly. “Just let me know honey. When you want me to move.” He whispered. 

Once he fully entered me, I moaned at the contact, taking time to adjust. Eventually, I whispered a small yes and Aaron started to thrust back and forth into me. I moaned at the contact as he groaned. Slowly he thrusted in and out of my pussy, taking one of my hands on his and placing it above my head. I moaned out at his thrusts as they hit my pussy deep and hard. Aaron grunted as he thrusted, the sexy sound spilling from his lips as he kissed my neck. I took my free hand and wrapped it around his neck and down his back, softly clawing at it as he moved. “Faster.” I whispered.

“What was that?” He asked in a teasing tone, hitting harder, causing me to yelp in surprise. 

“Please sir, faster.” I gasped out. He obeyed, moving his hips faster and harder, hitting that sweet spot. A high pitched moan left my lips as I clawed his back, my legs wrapped around his waist. He suckled more hickies into my skin, moving his hips faster. “Oh god, sir.” I called out, gasping at the pace of his thrusts. “Yeah? How do you feel, honey?” He teased. 

“So. Fucking. Good.” I replied in a gaspy, whiny tone. He moved my hand to his hair and moved his lips down towards my boobs, suckling more hickies down the trail. He latched his mouth around one of my nipples. His hips moved faster, the veins of his dick rutting pleasure through my walls. His tip continued to hit my spongy sweet spot, causing me to silently scream. My hand tightened on his hair, not pushing or pulling him anywhere, just tightening which caused him to groan. My other hand dug my nails into his shoulder blade, scratching and grabbing onto anything to ground me in my heavenly state. Serieses of “oh fuck” spilled out of my lips like a chorus. Our sweaty bodies are moving with the shaking of the bed.

I decided to open my eyes and look down at Aaron. His eyes were focused on my boobs before he looked up into my eyes, switching nipples. The multitude of sensations were overwhelming, but not enough to get me where I needed to be. That knot in my stomach was so close to breaking. I leaned my head back and squeezed my eyes shut, mouth forming an “o”. “Harder, please sir.” I called out, scratching his head. He obeyed, snapping his hips into me, fast and hard, causing me to gasp and throw my head to the side. I continued my series of “fucks” and moans as he continued to fuck me into oblivion. I squeezed around his cock, getting closer and closer. He got the message, reaching a hand down and swirled his thumb around my clit. “I know baby, you’re so close.”

“God, yes.” I replied, gasping at the contact, arching my back some more. 

“I am too, come on baby.” He groaned out. My moans staggered with his thrusts. His fingers. His mouth. His voice. His words. His dick. It all hit me as the knot tightened even more. “Oh fuck, sir, I’m about t- oh god.” I cried out, rutting my hips to match his pace. 

“That’s it honey, let go, I got you.” He said and I did. I let go and came at that. He grunted and came as well, the condom filling up inside me. 

We both took deep breaths and I whined as he pulled out of me. We were both breathing heavily and Aaron got up from the bed. He walked towards the bathroom and threw away the condom. He closed the door and I heard the sound of him using the restroom. I reached a hand out, vision blurry and searching for him. I needed his touch. My fingers twitched for him, gasping his name out. He came back out with a damp towel and a cup of water. He handed me the cup of water and went down to my legs and pussy, gently wiping away the juices and cum from the sheets and my body. I sat up after he was finished and drank the water greedily as he removed the pillow from under my back. He used the remnants of the damp towel to wipe down my sweaty body. He threw the towel in the laundry basket before getting up again. I grabbed his wrist quickly and looked up at him with pleading eyes. “Please don’t leave again.” I pleaded, tears forming in my eyes. He leaned down and kissed my forehead, firmly with his hand on the back of my head. I closed my eyes at the contact and the tears fell down my face. I felt him pull his lips back and wipe the tears from my face. I opened my eyes and looked at him. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m staying right here with you.” He confirmed. 

Aaron walked around the bed to the other side and got under the covers, motioning me to join him. I got under the covers and wrapped my arms around his torso, leaning my head on his chest. He placed his chin on the top of my head as I drifted off to sleep.

***

I woke up to my alarm and an empty bed. Blearily, I got up and grabbed a shirt off the floor and pulled on the panties, too. Aaron! I thought to myself, waking me up quickly. Putting on my slippers quickly, I headed out into the common area. Hope had faded as I didn’t see him. Panicking, I quickly thought if it was a dream and reached for the counter. Tears pricked my eyes as the lonely presence loomed over me. That was until I heard a muffled clank and a quiet “shit!” from downstairs. I gasped before turning towards the stairs.

I headed down them and opened the door to find Aaron on the ladder, positioning the clock on the nail in the wall. As if he sensed my presence, he turned towards me and smiled. “Good morning, I got us breakfast and coffee. Made it the way you like it.” He said, climbing down the ladder. I saw the food and drinks at the register desk as well as the white tulips in a vase with water, right next to the dried tulips. I walked towards the desk and Aaron appeared behind me. He kissed my cheek. He licked his lips before concern crossed his features, turning me to face him. “Are you okay?” He asked. 

I smiled and nodded. “I am now.”

He smiled back and hugged me tightly, swaying slightly as we drank in each other's presence.

A/N: Hehe, it's finally done and I honestly love it, let me know what you guys think and if I should start a taglist on this or something.

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[soapyghostie]

I’ve been playing acnh a lot recently and was thinking of how Jason, Micheal and Danny johnson would react to it, learning how to play it etc, do you think they’d enjoy it or not care? :)

Um… I know I’ve been gone for a long time. I don’t know. I just had this itch to write today and decided to do this ask that’s been in my inbox forever. Hope you like it.

Jason Voorhees

Jason is a curious observer. The first time he saw you playing Animal Crossing, Jason watched from a distance silently so as to not disturb you playing your game. He could see how engrossed and passionate you were about the game when studying your facial features. It makes him happy to see you happy. 

He wouldn’t express much interest in the game mechanics or the adorable characters, but he does find amusement in the peaceful and carefree nature of the virtual world. The game reminds him a lot of Crystal Lake and the measures he takes to protect it, assuming the main point of the game is to protect the forest, right? 

If you ever sit down with Jason and try to teach him how to play, well it may take awhile to teach him and i mean a very long time. He is confused. He’ll probably tilt his head in confusion, trying to understand the appeal of catching virtual bugs and fishing in a serene village while struggling to figure out the controls. Why do it in a game when you could go outside to catch bugs and fish in real life by the beautiful lake outside the cabin? 

Despite his stoic demeanor, Jason will secretly appreciate the joy it brings you and silently support you gaming endeavors. He may even get on the game and surprise you every once in a while with a virtual gift or gesture to help you with your progress.

Michael Myers

The first time Michael saw you play Animal Crossing, he was intrigued (if that is what you would call it). He’d silently walk around the couch and sit beside you, watching you with a blank and unchanged stare. I don’t know what you’d expect from him. He shows no discernible emotion ever. Anyways, you don’t realize he is sitting right next to you – since you're so deep into your game – that when you do notice him, you get the jumpscare of your life. Thanks Michael. 

Michael finds Animal Crossing so interesting because it’s so peaceful and starkly contrasts with his reality which is full of violence and death. He’s not surprised that you would like something so peaceful, calming, and harmonious. You and him have very different interests and disinterests. Who is to judge though? He’s not gonna judge you because your interests and disinterests make you who you are. You being you is what drove him to you in the first place. 

He doesn’t understand the charm of talking animals and virtual activities, but as long as it doesn’t interfere with his plans, he won’t mind. Michael will tolerate your gaming hobby just as long you aren’t screaming and cursing at your game 24/7 then it shouldn’t be an issue (I don’t see why you’d be yelling at it in the first place). 

If you ever want to rant about your game, Michael is there to listen. It might seem like he’s not with that blank and unreadable expression he always has, but trust me he is. Did you get a new animal friend or new building? Are you frustrated because your best tools break? He’s sitting there taking it all in.

The Ghost Face/Danny Johnson

Out of all the three, Danny is the most likely to take the most interest in Animal Crossing, finding joy in the lighthearted and whimsical atmosphere of the game. He would notice you playing and, with a mischievous smile, offer to teach you how to play by suggesting to guide you through the ins and outs of the game. Spoiler alert, Danny has no clue what he’s doing so don’t feed his narcissistic ego even more.  

Danny, being the competitive person he is, will most definitely turn it into playful competition. He would challenge you to see who could catch more bugs or find more fossils. Stay on your toes because Danny is a fast learner. Once he learns the ropes of the game, he will outperform you any day of the week. 

Danny will often suggest date nights playing Animal Crossing, organizing in-game activities like fishing contests or fossil hunts. Oh great! More competitions. One of his favorite things to do when doing Animal Crossing dates with you is customizing y'all's virtual home. It’s a great time consuming project to be able to express y’all’s creativity together, fostering a sense of unity between you and Danny while sharing accomplishment, even if it’s just a game. 

Danny also enjoys leaving little surprise gifts or notes within the game for you as a way to express affection and to add an element of mystery to both y’all’s Animal Crossing experience. 

[literaryvein-reblogs]

A List of "Poetic" Words

to include in your next poem

Ambrosian: Anything particularly delightful to taste or smell.

Amort: Spiritless; lifeless.

Apollonian: Harmonious, measured, ordered or balanced in character.

Ariose: Characterized by melody; songlike.

Aureate: Golden, gilded, brilliant or splendid.

Caliginous: Misty, dim, murky, obscure or dark.

Gossamer: Something extremely light, flimsy, or delicate.

Halcyon: Calm, quiet, peaceful or undisturbed (usually accompanied by ‘days’).

Inveigle: To entice, lure, or ensnare by flattery or artful talk or inducements.

Mawkish: Sentimental in an exaggerated or false way.

Motley: Being of different colors combined.

Nebulous: Cloudy or cloudlike.

Panacea: A remedy for all disease or ills; cure-all.

Pellucid: Allowing the maximum passage of light, as glass; translucent.

Penumbra: A half-shadow, or the edge of a shadow.

Puerile: Of or pertaining to a child or to childhood.

Quiddity: The quality that makes a thing what it is; the essential nature of a thing.

Quintessential: The purest, most typical or refined example of its kind.

Scurrilous: Something coarse or indecent in the language it uses; or, as the early lexicographer Samuel Johnson put it: ‘using such language as only the licence of a buffoon can warrant’.

Seraphic: Blissfully serene; rapt.

Serendipity: When a happy and unexpected discovery occurs by accident.

Slattern: A woman or girl untidy or slovenly in person, habits and surroundings.

Sylphlike: A slender, graceful woman or girl. One of a race of supernatural beings supposed to inhabit the air.

Vellichor: Refers to the appealing mystique of an old bookshop.

Sanguinolency: Something bloody or something related to blood.

If any of these words make it into your next poem/s or stories, please tag me or leave a link in the replies. I would love to read them!

Sources: 1 2 3 ⚜ More: Word Lists

[llovelymoonn]

favourite poems of november

jesse patrick ferguson mama

a.e. stallings momentary

nate klug squirrels

fady joudah tell life

joyelle mcsweeney percussion grenade: "dear fi jae 2 (ms. merongrongrong)"

thomas james letters to a stranger: "mummy of a lady named jumtesonekh"

mukoma wa ngugi logotherapy: "i swear i see skulls coming"

kim hyesoon mama's expansion (tr. don mee choi)

nikki giovanni my house: "mothers"

harmony holiday gazelle lost in watts

calvin forbes mama said

marianne chan all heathens: "momotaro in the philippines"

richard speakes mama loves janis joplin

sara teasdale a november night

tyrone williams adventures of pi: "mama's boy"

reynolds price rescue

mary moore easter mama said...

frank stanford you: "faith, dogma, and heresy"

elinor wylie full moon

melissa johnson cancer voodoo: "mama's hair"

noor hindi breaking [news]

kemi alabi a financial planner asks about my goals, or golden shovel with cardi b's "money"

franny choi perihelion: a history of touch (this is one of my favourites)

james k. baxter selected poems: "wild bees"

kevin prufer black woods

evan kennedy the sissies: "(the) abashed"

jacob polley the house that jack built

primus st. john communion: poems 1976-1998: "after that"

frank stanford you: "freedom, revolt, and love"

monika sok bodhisattvas at the beach in november

kofi

[harmonyverendez]

Lucas & Harmony

[odinsblog]

Special Field Orders, No. 15 (series 1865) were military orders issued during the American Civil War, on January 16, 1865, by General William Tecumseh Sherman, commander of the Military Division of the Mississippi of the United States Army. They provided for the confiscation of 400,000 acres (160,000 ha) of land along the Atlantic coast of South Carolina, Georgia, and Florida and the dividing of it into parcels of not more than 40 acres (16 ha), on which were to be settled approximately 18,000 formerly enslaved families and other black people then living in the area.

The orders were issued following Sherman's March to the Sea. They were intended to address the immediate problem of dealing with the tens of thousands of black refugees who had joined Sherman's march in search of protection and sustenance, and “to assure the harmony of action in the area of operations.” Critics allege that his intention was for the order to be a temporary measure to address an immediate problem, and not to grant permanent ownership of the land to the freedmen, although most of the recipients assumed otherwise. General Sherman issued his orders four days after meeting with twenty local black ministers and lay leaders and with U.S. Secretary of War Edwin M. Stanton in Savannah, Georgia. Brig. Gen. Rufus Saxton, an abolitionist from Massachusetts who had previously organized the recruitment of black soldiers for the Union Army, was put in charge of implementing the orders. Freedmen were settled in Georgia, particularly along the Savannah River, in the Ogeechee district of Chatham County, and on islands off of the coast of Savannah.

In the end, the orders had little concrete effect because President Andrew Johnson issued a proclamation that returned the lands to southern owners who took a loyalty oath. Johnson granted amnesty to most former Confederates and allowed the rebel states to elect new governments. These governments, which often included ex-Confederate officials, soon enacted black codes, measures designed to control and repress the recently freed slave population. General Saxton and his staff at the Charleston SC Freedmen Bureau's office refused to carry out President Johnson's wishes and denied all applications to have lands returned. In the end, Johnson and his allies removed General Saxton and his staff, but not before Congress was able to provide legislation to assist some families in keeping their lands.

Although mules are not mentioned in the orders, they were a main source for the expression “forty acres and a mule.” A historical marker commemorating the order was erected by the Georgia Historical Society in Savannah, near the corner of Harris and Bull streets, in Madison Square. (source)

👉🏿 40 Acres & A Lie (podcast)

[gumeyyy]

|| WELCOME TO THE (not so) COOLEST EVER HUMAN BEING ON TUMBLR'S INTRO ||

Name: Gumey, with how many Y's you feel like writing (i mean, if youre speaking of my actual name, i am actually called Raquel, thank you!!)

Status: there might be someone outside your window, but youll just, never know.

Languages: Brazilian portuguese, English and currently learning spanish and a little bit of french

Pronouns + sexuality: she/her mainly but i really dont care what u use, neos, xenos, i dont really care what u call me!! Im a phlesbian 😽😽

About me simplified + hobbies: just another one of those emo nerds that tapes stuff to their wall ,'/ i like reading, drawing, painting, diy'ing (is that how its spelled??), I EFFIN LOVE COLOR THEORY, my favorite color is pink and thats why i am so cool, the most masculine people SHALL ENJOY PINK, totally fine if u like pink and you arent masculine BUT IF YOU WISH TO BE MASCULINE, THOU SHALL LIKE PINK (im not in the slightest close to masculine)

FANDOMS/INTERESTS:

Youtubers: Amazing Phil, Daniel Howell (obviously both of them are here, what'd you expect?), Markiplier, Pewdiepie, Saiko, Drama Kween, Louis McClung, FunkyFrogBait, Film Cooper, Jarvis Johnson, Chad Chad, Danny Gonzalez, Cyber Noop, Kurtin Conner, Drippy, Izzzyzzz, Tex Hs, Not Even Emily, Kurzgesagt, Vsauce, The Click, Manual do Mundo, Você Sabia, Ibibbishiboula, AcidMilk, etc

Series + films: Psych, Monk, Scott Pilgrim, Gravity falls, Monster High, Ever After High, Garfield, House, Charlie the Unicorn, Salad Fingers, Inanimate Insanity, Animation vs Minecraft/Animator, Açafrão Bondoso, My Little Pony, Azumanga Daioh, Lucky Star, Invader Zim, Spongebob (i cant take myself seriously for this 😭), The Ring, Annabelle, The Nun, Heathers, Ride the Cyclone, Hamilton, Glitter Force, etc

Games: Undertale, Portal, Club Penguin, Steve's Parable, Fnaf, Animal Jam, Slenderman, Homestuck (does homestuck count as a game? I mean, it can be interacted but where would it fit in??), Sally Face, Pokemon, Minecraft, Papa's Pizzaria + other zipline studios Papa's games, Bad End Theater, Starry Flowers, etc

Music: My Chemical Romance, Mindless Self Indulgence, Never Shout Never, Hawthorne Heights, Taking Back Sunday, Sleeping with Sirens, Pierce the veil, Fall Out Boy, Panic! At the Disco, The All-American Rejects, Say Anything, Kittie, Paramore, Simple Plan, All Time Low, Green Day, Restart, Replace, Strike, Escape The Fate, Bikini Hill, Bratmobile, Mommy Long Legs, Red Aunts, Slutever, Avril Lavigne, Picture me Broken, The Offspring, Good Charlotte, Dance Gavin Dance, Blink-182, Evanescence, The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus, Mayday Parade, Bring Me The Horizon, Nx zero, Pitty, Falling In Reverse, Get Scared, Jimmy Eat World, Sugarcult, The Used, AFI, Underoath, The Academy Is... (WAS/ref), Story Of The Year, Sepultura, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Cine, Korn, Desalmado, Surra, Scary Bitches, Bury Me With You, Chomp Chomp Attack!, Vampires Everywhere!, Farewell My Love, Brokencyde, Muse, Isles & Glaciers, Weezer, Cobra Starship, A Day To Remember, Brand New, Saosin, Scary Kids Scaring Kids, Senses Fail, Chiodos, Motion City Soundtrack, 5 Seconds Summer, He is We, SayWeCanFly, Sounds Like Harmony, Radiohead, Nirvana, Rob Zombie, Chico Buarque, Sex Bob-Omb, Cute Is What We Aim For, Matchbook romance, Joyce Manor, From First To Last, Silverstein, Bayside, Armor For Sleep, Thrice, Box Car Racer, Alexisonfire, Dashboard Confessional, Head Automatica, BOYS LIKE GIRLS, Finch, We The Kings, Cartel, Sunny Day Real Estate, Mae, Lovehatehero, The Postal Service, Funeral For a Friend, Hit The Lights, Hidden in Plain View, Dead Poetic, There For Tomorrow, Forever the Sickest Kids, The Get Up Kids, The Spill Canvas, (can you tell i went to my spotify playlists jist to list half of the stuff i listen to?) Etc.

[raspberrysmoon]

I CURSE THE DAY - THE MASTERPOST!

KEY- Wiggly, Webby, Tinky, Nibbly, Blinky, Pokey. Dead, no alignment.

OVERALL TUMBLR POSTS-

explanatory post

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AO3 LINKS-

I'VE LOST ALL AMBITION, FOR WORDLY ACCLAIM

THERE'S FEES FOR YOUR MOURNERS

NO APOLOGY, I REQUEST MISERY

SHAMELESSLY SPOILS THE END

VIBRANT TRUTH

I CURSE THE DAY (the first fic!)

I'VE GROWN TIRED OF MY SLEEP

AND I'M ASKING WHY, LORD?

TRY EATING SOMEONE ELSE FOR A CHANGE

CHARACTER TUMBLR POSTS-

BECKY BARNES, BECKY BARNES

LINDA MONROE

MARK CHASITY

KAREN CHASITY

GRACE CHASITY

SHEILA YOUNG, SHEILA YOUNG

PETER SPANKOFFSKI

TED SPANKOFFSKI

STEPHANIE LAUTER

THE HOMELESS MAN

DOUGLAS KEANE

DOUG JAMESON

DOUGLAS JAMESON

DUKE KEANE

HOLLY CROSS

WILBUR CROSS

UNCLE WILEY

MISS HOLLOWAY

JERRY

JERI

JOHN MACNAMARA

HANNAH FOSTER

ETHAN GREEN

TOM HOUSTON

TIM HOUSTON

JANE PERKINS

EDDIE CHIPLUCKY

ALICE WOODWARD

DEB REYNOLDS

RUTH FLEMING

RICHIE LIPSCHITZ

CAITLYN SMITH

BROOKE TESSBURGER

ZOEY CHAMBERS

SAM SWEETLY

CHARLOTTE SWEETLY

KAI DREW, KAI DREW

MAX JÄGERMAN

TREVOR JACKSON

PJ

REESE

ASK GAME ANSWERS-

Zoey Chambers- ⚔️❤️

Zach Chambers- ⚔️❤️

Ted Spankoffski- ⏳🎤🪤

Duke Keane- ⚔️

Jeri- 🎤

Kai Drew- ⚡️🌺🌑⏳🌧️⚔️🪤🎤❤️

agatha waylon

alex bailey

alice woodward

barry swift

becky barnes

benji oliver

bill woodward

blake shapiro

bob metzger

brenda madden

brooke tessburger

bruno harper-watts

caitlyn smith

carl metzger

charles coven

charlotte sweetly

dan reynolds

daniel laine

deb reynolds

donna daggit

doug jameson

doug keane

duke keane

duke keane sr

ed larson

eddie chiplucky

eliza tessburger

emma perkins

ethan green

florence schaffer

frank pricely

gabe oliver

gary goldstein

gerald monroe

grace chasity

hank -

hannah foster

harmony jones

henry hidgens

holly cross

jane perkins

jason jepson

jenny peterson

jeri -

jerry -

john macnamara

jordan monroe

kale -

karen chasity

ken davidson

kimberly mulberry

kyle clauger

lars metzger

lex foster

linda monroe

louie metzger

mark chasity

mary clarke

matilda waylon

max jägerman

melissa campbell

miss holloway

noah reid

nora beanie

pamala foster

patricia johnson

paul matthews

pete spankoffski

reese miller

richie lipschitz

river monroe

roman murray

ruth fleming

sam sweetly

seaton monroe

sheila young

sherman young

solomon lauter

sophia -

stacy baker

steph lauter

sylvia miller

ted spankoffski

tim houston

todd addams

tom houston

tony green

trent monroe

trevor jackson

uncle wiley

wilbur cross

xander lee

zach chambers

zoey chambers

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can y'all give me players to watch out for this upcoming season that aren't on this list already???

players to watch

duh:

paige bueckers

kiki iriafen

juju watkins

hailey van lith

flau’jae johnson

kiki rice

tessa johnson

tehina pao pao

lauren betts

lucy olsen

olivia miles

hannah hidalgo

sonia citron

georgia amoore

aziaha james

rori harmon

madison booker

hannah stuelke

audi crooks

zoe brooks

underrated/new:

jaloni cambridge

jana el alfy

kennedy smith

emily ryan

sarah strong

lauren jensen

harmoni turner

clara silva

clara strack

zamereya jones

rori harmon

audi crooks

ayoka lee

emily ryan

gianna kneepkens

mikayla blakes

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The SR-71’s engineering was so incredible that they figured out how to rearrange molecules to change them from supersonic to subsonic in the Pratt and Whitney J58 engines. The engines were not originally designed for the SR 71. They were first slated for a Navy flying boat! That project idea was not fulfilled but Kelly Johnson remembered it .

It was not always smooth sailing in an SR 71 going 2000 mph at the top of the earth's atmosphere. The SR 71 demanded all of your attention, but occasionally when an unstart occurred the Pilot and the Navigator who operated so many different controls in the backseat were thrown for a loop literally.

When You’re flying that fast you don’t have time to be thrown back-and-forth in the airplane. But regardless if you have time for it, the engines would make you pay attention to an un start.

“We were in a turn and climbing when one of the inlets showed signs of instability. Shortly thereafter—KER BLAM!—the aircraft slammed my head against the side of the cockpit and then momentarily became unstable as it yawed, pitched, and vibrated.”

This is an account of a supersonic engine inlet failure, or “unstart,” recalled by RSO, Roger Jacks in SR-71 Revealed, SR-71 pilot Richard H. Graham. It shows what can happen when a supersonic inlet stops delivering the uniform stream of air upon which efficient jet engine operation depends.

When a jet airplane is flying faster than Mach 1—beyond the speed of sound—the air entering the engines is moving supersonically as well. But no turbojet engine compressor—the rotating disks and blades at the face of the engine that compress the air before it is mixed with fuel—is capable of handling supersonic airflow. The job of an engine inlet is to slow incoming air to subsonic speeds before it passes through the engine.

The inlet’s job is complicated by the fact that air moving supersonically behaves differently from subsonic air. An aircraft flying subsonically pushes through the air ahead of it, with each molecule of air having plenty of time to pass over its wings and fuselage. But as an airplane approaches Mach 1, it compresses the air ahead of it into shock waves—bands of air radiating from the airplane that are much hotter and denser than the ambient air.

Turbojet engines cannot digest the shock waves generated by their inlets, so a crucial role of the inlet is to keep the inevitable shock waves positioned so that they do no harm. During some Blackbird flights, however, the harmonious working of the spike and the forward and aft bypass doors broke down,

and all too quickly the inlet was filled with more air than it could handle. 🌟

When the air pressure inside the inlet became too great, the normal shock wave was suddenly belched out of the inlet in an unstart, accompanied by an instantaneous loss of airflow to the engine, an enormous increase in drag, and a significant yaw to the side with the affected inlet. Unstarts occurred “when you least expected them—all relaxed and taking in the magnificent view from 75,000 feet,” wrote Graham in SR-71 Revealed. If the crew’s attempts to restart the inlet’s supersonic flow failed, they would have to slow their aircraft to subsonic speeds.~ Diane Tedeschi

Eventually, they did figure out a system of restarting both of the engines, one right after another to fix the unstart problem.

Ben Rich the second president of the Skunk Works. Once said it’s like this you know when you put your thumb on the hose when water is running, you can adjust how fast the water goes. In this case, you can adjust how fast the air flows from subsonic to supersonic.~Linda Sheffield

My articles are certainly not perfect. I do not spend a lot of time proofreading because I write or rewrite more than 60 articles every month. If you want perfection there are hundreds of artificial intelligence pages up about the SR 71.Source : How Things Work: Supersonic Inlets

Written by Linda Sheffield with a few sentences by Diane Tedeschi

@Habubrats71 via X

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“Because they are so absolutely crucial to a fulfillment of feminism's purpose on our planet at this time, I look at the women's communities that I know of—the failed, the still functioning but struggling, those trying to acquire land to begin in earnest, those newly born and still starry-eyed—and I am surprised at their isolation in the Women's Movement. I am surprised that they seem not to be part of the general feminist agenda, that this agenda does not include centrally the creation of an entirely new and comprehensive model of human interaction. I can hardly believe that so many strong and wonderful women are still trying to make room for women in men's game—revealing their lack of self-knowledge and self-esteem and their feelings of powerlessness—when there is a marvelous women's game going on out there.

I watch small groups of women struggling to pay for pieces of land, trying to get the rest of us to understand the importance of having a place to practice feminism uninterruptedly together. That is, a place to practice being free of patriarchal dicta in everything they do and say, to practice creating a harmonious, nonhierarchical, gift-giving women's world by living in it moment to moment.

Watching, I see women who might facilitate this new reality giving their money and time instead to the male game—men's politics and revolutions, the old woman-hating, hierarchical, competitive world. I watch with pain as they pour their resources back into patriarchy out of a deep and largely denied belief in the inferiority of women and the power of men.”

-Sonia Johnson, Wildfire Igniting the She/volution