#I've been searching for its source on and off for a few weeks with no luck

[personal-flag-archive]

Howdy! I like to collect source posts for pride flags as a special interest, and was wondering if anyone could help me with a particular one.

This is one of the various Elfgender flags I've seen used and I cannot for the life of me find its source. It doesn't come up in reverse image searches, and the only places I've found it are from two moodboards on here, and someone using it on Reddit.

My current theory is that it's simply a privately made flag with no specific source, but if it has been posted publicly, I'd love if anyone could send a link to it! Whether it's from tumblr, wayback machine, reddit, etc doesn't matter to me.

[fortisfilia]

Promised Part 11 - Tom Riddle x reader

Info: This is a rewrite of a story I've posted on my old account years ago. If it sounds familiar, that might be why :)

Summary: In this story, Tom didn't grow up as an orphan, but with his grandfather and uncle. Reader's sister got very sick and the Gaunts offer their help. But not without asking for something in return.

Warnings: Arranged marriage, an unholy amount of fluff

Word count: 2.3k

Masterpost | Masterlist | Part 10 | Part 12

Part 11 - The Earth's Centre

Starting to brew the antidote for Mors Grano proved easier than anticipated. The potion’s base was quite similar to any other healing draught, and so was its production. You had decided to begin the tedious process, even though the Banshee tears were missing. According to the recipe, they were the last ingredient to be added, so you had plenty of time to find them, even if you didn’t know exactly how.

For the first few weeks, there was nothing to do but the Moondew cook, stirring it frequently. The cauldron stood in Tom’s room, its content simmering steadily, ready to be examined at any moment by one of you. 

Professor Beery had denied you the bonus points for the N.E.W.T.s after you had told him that the Moly had unfortunately died. Those points were the least of your problems, however.

The plant had, in fact, bloomed beautifully, ready to be added to the potion.

And that was when the difficulties began. As soon as you dropped the blossoms into the cauldron, the potion started to smell. Very strongly. The mixture reacted in a way that wasn’t described in the book and started to produce yellow steam, as well as a sour, headache-inducing odour, which reached beyond the walls of Tom’s room. The fume filled up every last inch of his dorm and even seemed to creep out into the Slytherin common room. Other students had begun to mention the weird smell and even Dippet, who had paid Tom a number of unfortunate surprise visits, was beginning to grow suspicious.

You had sent your parents an owl to inform them you wouldn’t come home during your semester break. They weren’t exactly happy about it; you had never stayed at Hogwarts during the holidays after all. But you had insisted, telling them there was so much studying to do until they finally let go. That wasn’t even a lie. There was a bunch of work to do. Granted, not all of it was related to school, but you still had a lot on your plate. 

Tom stayed in Hogwarts for the week as well. You weren’t sure but highly doubted that he had notified his own family about it. And to be fair, they wouldn’t really care about that, would they?

Although the school was practically empty, with only a fraction of the students staying with you, those who remained complained of the pungent smell in all the Slytherin dormitories. On Sunday evening you heard that the housekeeper had been sent to find the source, and Tom was informed that Mr Carpe would begin his search the following morning.

So there you were, worrying about what to do, stirring the cauldron for the twentieth time within the last minutes, hoping it would steam less, the more you whisked through it. No matter how hard you concentrated, how many options you took into account, there was nowhere to take the cauldron where its smell would go unnoticed. 

The Potions classroom was off-limits, even though it was much better equipped for the fumes. Slughorn would spend a lot of his time there, to prepare tasks for the upcoming semester. You had even considered taking it home and telling your parents about it. But using the Floo-Network with an item this heavy wasn’t possible, and taking the train with a simmering cauldron seemed ridiculous. Besides, the antidote still took months to finish, so you would have to take it back to Hogwarts a week later anyway.

Hell, you had even thought of taking that damned kettle out onto the Quidditch pitch or into the forest, so no one would smell it anymore. But you couldn’t leave it out in the open, of course.

Just when you had given up hope and realised that you couldn’t go on brewing the potion in Tom’s room, or anywhere else, he had told you about another possibility. There was this room on the seventh floor that he had discovered in fifth year. He called it the Come and Go Room and was positive that no one but himself, not even the teachers, knew of its existence. The room must have been enchanted, according to Tom, and only appeared when one was in dire need.

So the two of you went there that same night, in a cloak and dagger operation, levitating the cauldron behind you. You had covered it with a white sheet so that if someone saw you, they at least wouldn’t know initially what you were doing. The disguise was weak and you knew if Dippet or any other teacher would spot you, you would be screwed.

Luckily none of them were around when you rushed through the halls, aside from Warren O’Connor, a Ravenclaw fifth year, who patrolled a corridor next to their tower. He was too far away to detect the poorly hidden cauldron and didn’t even seem to look at you once he recognised Tom. 

When you had finally arrived, chest heaving, thoughts rushing from relief and tension, Tom instructed you how to summon the Come and Go Room. You walked past the stone wall three times and imagined, very carefully, what you needed. An airtight room that allowed you to keep on brewing your potion in peace, that no one would be able to find unless you wanted them to. Suddenly, a door appeared. You looked at Tom and he nodded before you took the handle and opened it.

The small room behind the door was, simply put, perfect. Your very own Potions laboratory. Dark and nifty, it offered enough little cabinets to store all the ingredients for the antidote, as well as a worktop to put the cauldron on. Everything looked as if it had been custom made, just for this purpose. Which it was, you had just created it all yourself. 

Now that the cauldron was in a safe place Tom felt more at ease and even thought that the semester break could turn out to be enjoyable. Why did that relax him, though? A question he had asked himself more than once. He didn’t have to care, nor did he have to help his fiancée to save her sister. Then why had he done it? 

He didn’t have a logical answer to that question, even though the illogical one seemed to grow stronger, slowly putting down roots and beginning to blossom. He shrugged it off. But there were so many questions of the same kind running through his mind. Why did he care? He had never cared before. For anyone. That girl wouldn’t bring him where he wanted to be just by marrying him. Sure, her family was respected. Of course, they were purebloods, which was why his Grandfather had taken notice of them. But it had never been Tom’s wish to marry her. So why didn’t he mind the thought anymore? The idea of watching her walk down the aisle had repelled him immensely when he had found out what Marvolo’s plan had been. And now it didn’t. He must have gotten used to the idea. It even bugged him to think about the fact that the marriage wouldn’t happen by chance if the antidote was finished soon enough. Then why did he help her?

There was something inside of him, something he couldn’t just pinpoint yet. Something that made him do the things he had done, even when it had gone against his own benefit. Something that made him care less and less about himself. It must have turned all of his morals upside down, because somehow, and he couldn’t explain why, the most important thing was to see her happy. He didn’t even know when his priorities had changed. When he had stopped putting himself first. But it had happened. And that irritated him beyond belief.

She had been so easy to dislike. Back then, when they were sitting in her dining room alone. When she had stared at him, eagerly waiting for him to pity her. So conceited. Desperate for his attention. But then again, she had been so easy to like. When had he started giving in? At first, he had felt nothing more than disgust, appalled by the turmoil inside his head. That nasty feeling in his chest and his weak knees. But once he had surrendered, it had begun to feel good.

All he wanted - no - all he needed now, was to make sure she was safe. Protect her. Help her. That wasn’t just an act of kindness though. He had figured out that apparently, he mirrored her emotions. When she was pleased, he was too. When she was angry, he couldn’t help but feel furious as well. When she was sad, his chest stung with her. It felt like a purpose. Like she was the earth’s centre and everyone else, even himself, merely spun around her. She had his full attention now and he didn’t plan on taking it from her anytime soon. 

If someone were to ask him why, he wouldn’t even know where to begin. How does one even begin to describe such an embarrassing accumulation of emotion and weakness alike? If he had to, he’d start with her glow. That devotion she seemed to radiate anywhere she was. Her relentless spirit and how ready she was to combat anyone with it. How tender she was with people that deserved it. And how ruthless she could be with those who didn’t. The way she moved in her sleep, slowly and gently, turning over and unknowingly stealing his blanket at least twice a night. The way her chest moved up and down when she lay next to him. How her eyes seemed to light up when she awoke and looked at him. The hours he had watched her. Held her. Felt her skin brushing against his own, just like in this moment. How could anyone experience that and not have the urge to keep it? To freeze those moments in time and lock them up, safely, for nobody to see. 

Tom wasn’t sure if she was aware of how nervous she made him. He knew how to hide it, but was ever so annoyed at how much he depended on being close to her. And he usually wasn’t the one to become jittery. That was the response he normally got. Freda Morris, for example, couldn’t seem to think straight when he had taken her out once, during their sixth year. Merlin’s beard, that lass was nerve-wrenching. 

Quite contrary to her. No one had ever done that to him. She had crawled under his skin and into his head, drugging his mind until almost every single thought he produced revolved around her. But he knew his place. She hadn’t befuddled him just to make him her pawn. He knew, because that was what his family had done ever since he could remember. She had never done him wrong. Maybe that was why he had helped her. And why he was willing to do anything for her, even if it meant for him to suffer. He was the antagonist in their story, he knew. And if he was poison, she was the remedy. If he was the villain, she was the treasure worth saving. 

Tom’s pitiful monologue was interrupted when she woke up, opened her eyes and looked at him.

“Morning,” she said quietly and smiled.

He looked at her for a moment. If only she knew. 

“Morning,” he replied.

She stretched her arms in the air and yawned, then turned towards him and ran her fingers along his jawline. Bliss.

“How long have you been awake?” she asked, staring at the stubble on his chin that her thumb had just touched.

“Not long,” he lied. “Just a few minutes.”

She grinned and placed a kiss onto the left end of his lips. “I have to get up and stir the potion. Care to join me?”

“Sure.”

“Good. Oh, and I think I’m going to go to Diagon Alley in the afternoon. To buy the Foxgloves. I have to add them next week.”

“I’ll come.”

She exhaled and pulled him in, nuzzling into his neck. 

“Do you think we should go to Knockturn Alley as well?” she asked, her voice muffled. “While we’re there. I want to see if any store offers Banshee tears.”

“I don’t think they do,” Tom said and she lifted her head to look at him.

“But where else then?”

“I think I know where we could get some.”

She nodded, urging him to tell her.

“Well, I’m sure Morfin owns a flask. He had to get it if he wanted to brew the antidote, didn’t he?”

“But if they never planned on curing Elsie entirely, I don’t think he would have gotten them.”

“Marvolo never planned on curing her,” Tom said. “Morfin did. He’s a Potions master. One that doesn’t care about legality. He knows every last person that deals with ingredients like that. Even if he never intended to free her, I’m sure he got them just in case he ever needed them for himself.”

Her eyes roamed his face as she pondered. “So what do we do now? Go to your house, search his chamber and steal the flask?”

Tom shook his head. “That won’t be as easy. They’re always home, Marvolo has his eyes everywhere. Even the house-elves would alarm him.”

She frowned, brows furrowed while she lightly tugged on his hair.

“They’ll be gone,” Tom went on. “In late March. The Order of Merlin gets honoured and they are both invited. We could go then and try to find it.”

There it was again. That spark in her eyes. 

“Okay,” she answered. “Let’s do it then. But for now, let’s stay here for five more minutes.”

Masterpost | Masterlist | Part 12

Tags: @ariachaos @daardyrnitta

[cookiepotofchaos]

As women's football grows, for all the positives, there is also a growing volume of homophobia, misogyny, racism and other bigotries. I dreaded it, hoped it wouldn't be the case, but knew it was a painfully likely possibility.

I've seen a lot of it this week and last, seems like more than I have before, so I'm just working through some frustration and anger.

(cont. below cut)

It's not like it didn't exist at all before. We know players have been subject to awful abuse previously; a quick search will bring that up. With those who hate women's football even existing, it has never been a surprise to see those abhorrent views, but it's increasingly coming from people who call themselves fans of women's football.

The overt bigotry is horrible: condemning players to hell, accusing them of grooming younger players, and throwing out comments like "I want all the gays out of my club" or "lesbians are ruining the women's game" or "lesbians should just not be allowed in football clubs, they fall in love and cause problems", as if lesbian and other sapphic players haven't driven women's football forward for decades. Haven't been the core of women's football, probably since its inception.

Jess Carter's social media comments sections on and off the last few months have been a source of an ever growing blocklist of homophobes.

I've seen claims that the USWNT are better again because they "got rids of the gays". As if there aren't gay players on the team, out publicly and otherwise.

But there's the less obvious bigotry growing, too, which I see and have to weed out of the algorithm constantly on TikTok. Using trends to insult players or demean them, pitting players against each other and using terms and implications rooted in bigotry to do so. Then claiming it's just banter or club rivalry and that's all "part of sports".

It's the edits where a player is juxtaposed with another one, claiming one is utter shit and doesn't deserve to be thought positively of compared to another player, and how often the player being put down is a woman of colour. At least half the ones from accounts I've blocked, the player has been LJ. The comments sections of those are awful.

It's the edits with those daft vertical bar charts of the amount of Talent vs Popularity a player has, asking which players are over-popular but terrible footballers, with comments sections filled with thinly veiled misogyny or racism or homophobia. You want to know who has that little talent in football? Me. Any footballer who is better than me is automatically excluded as a response to those silly edits.

Then people on heavily algorithmically reliant social media are stunned that their messages insulting players and pushing thinly veiled bigotry are attracting outright hateful people who despise all women's sports. "Why are there so many homophobes and racists finding my edit/post/tweet? How did it end up on that side of TikTok/Twitter?". Probably because the algorithm thought what you were saying would resonate with homophobes and racists and misogynists. Or one asshole found it, agreed with what you were saying, and as soon as they responded, you were pulled into that part of the algorithm.

Might want to consider why?

I hate that this is probably going to become more and more commonplace. I want it drowned out with positivity, with love of women's sports. I'll find a way to just keep looking at the good; like I said, just working through some feelings. But I wish this wasn't happening at all.

[the-whispers-of-death]

Crossroads

TW: Grief, Revenge Killing, Slight Gore

So I've decided that since I don't really have a masterlist of the Stone variants but rather just a list (because Tumblr search is too wonky for me to try and find everything I've ever posted about the Stone variants), I decided that I would just have a story post about a vital moment in each Stone variant's life.

This one's about Serial Killer!Stone and it's how he found out that his story ends in a tragedy. Well, sort of. He's not exactly told, per se.... It'll make sense when you're reading the rest of this.

So let me stop rambling!

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Stone stood at Kali's headstone, uncaring about how harsh the rain was pouring down onto him. His old Marine uniform was getting soaked along with his hair, it sticking to his skin and covering his view of the words he had memorized over the past few months.

In Loving Memory of

Ashok Manish Kumar

June 6, 1989 - November 13, 2018

A son, a veteran, and a soon-to-be fiancé. May he rest in peace.

Despite being the one to have had those words engraved on the headstone, they still made Stone's fists curl up as his chest felt heavy. His breaths came out in short, shaky puffs, his eyes prickling with tears that he could barely hold back.

It wasn't fair, he thought to himself. It wasn't fair that Kali wasn't here and it definitely wasn't fair that Kali's killer had been acquitted.

It had been two weeks since the trial for Kali's murderer had ended with the jury acquitting said killer and time did not soothe Stone's anger. He felt bitter at the judge, the jury, at the world.

And he just knew that the murderer had only been acquitted because the jury had been bribed, hell even the judge was bribed. Corruption and crime ran rampant in this city and everyone turned a blind eye to it.

No longer.

Stone took a deep, steady breath before turning on his heel and leaving the cemetery. Despite how odd he looked wearing his uniform and not having an umbrella, he blended in easily with the crowd, keeping his head down as he walked to his destination.

Fury and a sense of righteousness fueled every step he took as he neared the alley where he knew Kali's murderer, that damned Jacob Nelson, was getting high with his friends.

The same alley where Kali was murdered.

He reached over to grab his sidearm from its holster, his brown eyes dark with vengeance. He cocked the safety off and took a step into the alley.

Only, the alleyway changed into somewhere with strands of gold all around him. The energy in this place was charged, like he was at the source of everything in the universe. And he wasn't alone.

There was a very tall, brown-skinned woman—no, not a woman. Stone was in the presence of a goddess.

He could tell by the way her eyes are just two balls of light, the golden balls making it hard for him to look at her face. But what little he could see of her, he could make out that she looked ethereal. The golden strands around him were all connected to her, wrapped around her fingers and limbs.

"Who are you?" he asked, his voice cold as always ever since Kali got killed. He lifted one hand to block out some of the light that was pouring out at of her.

The goddess smiled, her elongated canines showing and glinting in the natural light she exuded. "Mm, you should be careful whose names you ask for, Vikram. Names have meaning and you wouldn't want to give a dangerous deity more power than they already have," she said, her accent thick but indistinguishable.

It was like she was not even of this universe, which Stone didn't exactly think was possible. Especially since she knew his real name.

"But you have nothing to fear from me, though you would not be able to pronounce my name even if you tried," she continued, her head tilting in thought as to what Stone could call her. She thought for a while before humming in content. "You can call me... Time."

Stone narrowed his eyes at her, briefly wanting to roll them at the way she seemed to view herself so highly to call herself "Time".

"Alright, Time, what do you want with me?" His voice was laced with wariness, not trusting her in the slightest.

After all, he did have a murderer to kill.

Time didn't seem bothered by his wariness. "I know what you're about to do, Vikram. You're about to kill your beloved boyfriend's killer," she announced, like she was announcing the weather. "And I'm here to try and stop you."

"Stop me? Why?"

"Because, Vikram, if you do this..." She paused before stroking one of the golden strands attached to her and then letting it go. "If you do this, your future will be set into stone. You're at a crossroads, dear mortal. You have the power to turn away and to get a life of happiness again, or you can kill Jacob Nelson and cement your future as one that ends in tragedy."

"Why is this moment in particular special?" Stone asked, huffing at the notion. "Who's to say my fate can't change down the line?"

Time's power increased, causing the golden strands to get brighter. "Once you start killing in the name of justice, you won't stop. I've seen it, Vikram Mishra." Her voice was dark, full of anger and she tugged on the golden strands connected to her, drawing Stone's eyes to them.

"These golden strands are timelines and I see them all. Past, present, future of all every single universe. That is why I am Time. And all I have seen, in every variation of your universe that I can see, you will never stop killing in the name of justice once you start. And from then on, you will take the weight of the world on your shoulders, you will burden yourself with every guilt one could possibly place on themselves. You will be hunted for your crimes and you will die the way you've spent most of your life, alone."

Her power softened, bright but less so. "That is only if you kill Jacob Nelson," she murmured, her voice soft like her power. "You still have time to give yourself the happy ending you want. Do not let grief stand in the way of what Ashok wanted for you."

"Don't say his name like you knew him," Stone said with a growl. He tightened his hold on the gun in his hands. "He was everything to me, the ground I walked on. Life is already a tragedy without him."

"Don't do this," Time repeated, eyeing him with a stare so intense, Stone felt it in the core of his very being.

A pocket of space opened up, one that would send Stone back into that alleyway. A way for Stone to come back to what he was planning on doing, to get the justice he was itching for.

He had opened it, his grief too raw for the goddess to contain.

"Don't step through there, Vikram! Go home! Go home and get your happy ending."

Stone raised his gun, prepared to shoot as soon as he stepped through the pocket of space.

It was tempting to abandon his need for justice, to try and heal like Ashok probably wanted him to. But Ashok wasn't here to tell him to let go of his anger.

"I can't. Justice must be served."

With those words, Stone stepped through the pocket of space and as soon as he saw Jacob Nelson in his sights, he went for a headshot. The shot rang out and rang true.

Nelson's friends abandoned his corpse, scrambling when the blood splattered across their bodies. Curses filled the air, all of them not wanting to be the next one on Stone's list.

Soon, only Stone and Nelson's corpse were in the alleyway. Stone felt the air get heavy, like his fate was cementing and if Time was right, then it was. And Stone didn't have the will to care about it.

He cocked the safety back on the gun and waited for it to cool, watching the blood on the ground flow into the sewers with the rain. The air smelled like gunpowder mixed with the rain, but it calmed him nonetheless.

"For Ashok, I'll kill every criminal. I will be Justice and damn my own fate," he murmured into the night.

When the sirens sounded like they were coming closer, he disappeared, already planning his next kill.

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Did I also take this as an opportunity to insert one of the deities in the new pantheon/OCs I'm creating? Yes, yes I did.

So technically, Serial Killer!Stone wasn't just told about his fate, he also chose it. Also, he sounded a bit like the Dark Knight there at the end, whoops.

Reblogs are welcomed & appreciated! Asks are open, feel free to pop in and request something! (Check the rules in "Rules for Requesting NSFW" before requesting.)

[deshaunicus]

Just sharing two of my favorite photos from 2023, but I also really need to just vent a little. The past year was a trying one for me.

There were some positives, for sure, and I've already written about those elsewhere. Today, however, I want to unload some of the more stressful things. I don't plan on going into a ton of detail, but I think I need to say it somewhere because I haven't been in a good place.

Work

The biggest source of stress for me has been losing my job at the end of June. I made a big move and left my finance job of 15 years to work for a non-profit media company in early 2022, and I got laid off about 18 months later. Make no mistake here: I loved that job and all the people I worked with. It was kind of heartbreaking to leave a place that made me feel so welcome. In the time since then, I've applied to a ton of jobs, and I've had only one interview. The interview that I was able to get wasn't even through the traditional application method—I had a friendly rapport with a recruiter and managed to land an interview that went all the way to its final round. Unfortunately, I didn't get that job and it was crushing. The little bit of savings I had has been depleted, and my unemployment ends in a few weeks. Job searching is fundamentally broken and it doesn't appear to be improving.

I've always struggled to get paid photo gigs, and despite what I'd consider to be a solid catalog of work, it has been difficult to consistently get in front of people who can offer paid opportunities. To that point, I had 4 paid concert gigs last year, out of 26 gigs total. I did have a handful of photography gigs that were not live music related, and I'm incredibly grateful for those, because they've helped to keep my rent paid for a little longer. Still, these are only occasional drops of income that aren't sustainable. I don't know what to do, and I'm pretty exhausted.

Relationships

Last year was possibly one of the loneliest years I can remember. Thankfully, my best friendships are still intact and I don't see that changing. However, there were just a lot of transitions that were starting to settle in for me. Most of my friends are married and/or have children, and quite a few of them have moved away too. It doesn't mean the friendships have dissolved—they're just different now and can't be maintained in quite the same way. Unfortunately, I still find myself occasionally revisiting abandoned friendships from years ago and grieving in one way or another—usually by having a flash of anger and then disappointment.

Romantic relationships were nonexistent. In fact, I essentially swore off of dating early in the year after a particularly demoralizing experience. Losing my job, of course, cemented that hiatus for me.

Professional relationships have also struggled. My attempts to nurture new relationships with artists, editors, and creative staff for photo work were fruitless. I did have a couple of people who successfully recommended me for work, but my own personal outreach was unsuccessful.

Outlook

I have made an effort to take the time and look back on the good things that have happened. I don't have selective memory about the good and bad things, but the bad things have been a mess. I don't know how I'll pay rent next month. If I manage to pay that, then the month after that becomes the new major concern, and so on. This is worse than paycheck to paycheck—there are no paychecks.

When friends casually mention things like plans for kids and marriage to me, I no longer confidently believe either of those things are in my future. Instead, I feel unlovable.

My sleep schedule is completely upside down now, and I don't leave my apartment for days at a time. I'm tired, and I would like to have one bit of security back.

On the very, very slim chance that you've reached the end of this, I applaud you. Part of the reason this is here is because I don't think very many people will check.

I hope that whatever 2023 was for you, 2024 ends up being better.

[rswllthtndswll]

Bonded and Blighted: The Burned Library

Azure… sapphire …cerulean… a puff of cream breaking me from my constant trance. My eyes fall downwards to more puffs of cream, I've been tending to this flock since I retired from Baldur's Gate. Feeding, shearing, rearing, breeding… this is the… gods, 42nd generation from my first line? 

From the first wet, shaking lamb I pulled from it's ewe I've been minding them… and their kids… and the grandkids… and the kids of the grandkids… and so on and so forth for ages. The first few decades were great, building the ranch up, carefully pruning the flock for traits, shipping them to villages and towns all over the realm but this is what it falls down to: staring at puffs of cream on green, or staring at puffs of cream on blue. 

The days blend together as I gaze into the sky, the constant mixing of clouds pulling me deeper into the trance. The weeks blend, the years, the decades and yet the sky never yielded its hold on me. Gazing at the wide, impossible blue I begin to see it shake--no vibrate? Hum. It's humming and I can't shake my gaze; in the static I see symbols… dots and lines like constellations across the midday horizon. I'm paralyzed, desperately making sense of the symbols and the humming only to be freed by the searing light of the sun as it crosses the static. 

I run to the stream and fall in, soothing the burn, blinded and bewitched by the hum still constant in my ears. It's incessant as I wink the water out of my eyes, and I see it. The light dancing off the ripples, the silt I kicked up clearing, the rocks settling into the bed and I SEE it. The patterns dancing across the stream were the same I saw in that haze. I throw myself onto the bank, clawing the grass away to scribe the message in dirt. The constellations… the notes? Is this… music? 

My eyes dart across the ground as I translate the symbols into a key; reading it I realize it's playing in my ears already… the humming. 

The hum that rattled through me in that trance was something, someone, trying to speak. I spent the next weeks dragging my guitar through the hills, accompanying the humming still rattling in my head. Over the months I start to see more patterns, I try to translate as I sight-read. The more patterns I see, the longer the hum in my mind gets. What was once a single key is now a score… no symphony looping through my ears, eyes, and mind. I needed to see more, know more about this song: I questioned the villages I traded with; did interviews in the towns I delivered to; handed off the flock to hired hands and haunted the conservatories I could reach. As I searched I found footnotes and whispers of Celio Caelum… the celestial song.

They say the Celio Caelum is the voice of the universe, the vibrations running through all that was and ever will be. No one has record of any score, ballad, or songbook of Celio Caelum but the songs of its power were plenty. Aside from spells and cantrips, the Celio Caelum can conjure a way into the farthest realms. There I'll be able to find the source, and reach back into the cosmos that shook me to my core. My hunt took me from adventure to adventure, eventually I found myself in a ruined temple of Oghma. Hidden in the wilderness, I snuck and slaughtered my way through kobolds to the inner sanctum. A massive library, filled floor to ceiling with carved bookcases wrapped in overgrown vines, curling to the stained glass window stretching from the center of the ceiling to the farthest end of the hall. Scouring the shelves for every history textbook and songbook I could carry, I found that the kobolds did much more than drink the cellar dry. They had started shredding the collection to use the papers for kindling, rolling papers, and to eugh- wipe themselves.

After hours of scouring the halls of the temples, scouring texts and retrieving pages from kobold innards I had finally pieced together my most promising lead: The summoning instructions for a powerful, wish-granting entity…or rather that's what I could glean from the broken infernal texts. It definitely described an ancient creature that seemed more benevolent than most things coming out of the Hells. As I assembled the last pieces to the ritual and read from blood soaked pages, the sanguine sigils around me sparked and popped, lighting aflame as I dragged my blade across my hand. As my blood hit the center of the circle and I uttered the last scripted sentence I found myself surrounded by an emerald inferno, parted by a VERY angry… Tiefling?

A massive frame topped with a crown of wild ebony hair and pointed, bloody horns marched through the flames. They grabbed me by the throat, lifting me above their head with a dappled, lilac hand. I kicked and struggled under their gripped as they roared, their booming voice reverberating through the library and drowning out the constant hum in my ears.

"Who summons Abaddon, spawn and champion of Malador, Lord and Master of The House of Wrath?" I started clawing at the hand around my neck when I was dropped to the cold tile " You have whipped my essence across the realms for what? To writhe in lizard viscera?" I scrambled back from Abaddon as his tail whipped across the floor, striding as I pulled myself up using the bookshelves surrounding us. "Look, I don't want any trouble I'm just looking for information--" I couldn't help but shrink back from the Teifling as they loomed over me, barking over my explanation "Did you not read the text? I am not the original demon bound to this ritual, look at me, I am no scholar. I did not wait patiently to be summoned to… what is this place, a bookstore? You summoned a gladiator to read you stories?" Reaching for the notebook tucked into my waistband, my hand was wrenched and slammed into the stone shelf behind me. As Abaddon ripped the notebook out of my hand I noticed the chain hanging from the neck of his harness back to the center of the summoning circle. "What is this chicken scratch, why is it soaked in…FILTH!?" The mountain of a man flicked the notebook to the ground and released me, wiping his hands on their leather pants.

 "I uh…had to improvise? See the kobolds in this library have been using the books for… I'm sorry can we start over? I know you're not exactly a regular person but I just can't with the power play nonsense when you're chained to the circle like that." Finally, the Tiefling met my eyes without malice but rather confusion and disgust. "I am bound to the circle by this chain until the summoner states their desire. Fertile land, a playmate, the heads of their enemies but never have I been asked for information. State your query and--" Blinding, bright lights of agony rip through my eyes as I scream and fall to the floor. I shake and writhe against the cool tile, it's soothing touch I start slamming my head against it with the thoughtless desperate need for that coolness to pass through my skull and ease the inferno in my brain.

I see flashes of merchant docks. I'm gagged by the smell of fish and fall backwards into the darkness, rising back to my feet and waning forward I see… A giant knight with a shield. I'm falling down and as my face pounds through the pavement I'm twirling through the air, falling deep into a pitch black well. I smell…ale? Fried food and vinegar? There's people laughing and screaming and someone's trying to tell me I…I haven't paid! Oh gods I'm falling down to the Undermountain at the Yawning Portal, I'm in Waterdeep! YES, my gods yes! I feel the rush of release as my body stops seizing and I'm back on the library floor, a wave of euphoria rushes from my eyelids through to the back of my skull and the hair on my neck stands stiff as I rise with shaking arms to meet the fiend's gaze.

His eyes are wide, the emerald blaze from the circle climbs up the chain to his neck but he doesn't move. He's not moving, gods the fire is closing in on his collar! I leap from the floor, snatching the chain from his neck and screaming as the metal sears into my flesh. Abaddon rips the chain from my hands, peeling the skin of my palm with it and covers his hand over the wound. A flash of blue light and suddenly the only pain left is a dissipating heat that melts into the warm glow of newly grown flesh. "I am…I am unbound. Elf you did not state your desire, why did you unchain me?" His hands are tight around my shoulders now, not the crushing grip of before but more like concern. I feel like I'm about to be scolded by Buttons, not thrown against the wall like a ragdoll. "I don't know?? I was coming up from a migraine and you were about to be lit on fire with that stupid look on your face. What did you want me to do?" Abaddon rises, lifting me by the shoulders with him to stay level with those burning pits he calls eyes "I want you to state your desire. Why did you summon me, Elf?" My eyes dart everywhere to not meet his gaze, "I-uh-I need to get a book in Waterdeep." He pulls me in closer "You will not sell your soul for a shopping trip. " "I'm not selling my soul at all! Look, I know it's not all about souls with you people, I can get you whatever you want! Just get me to Waterdeep and help me get the info I need and whatever you want, you'll have it! Deal?" Abaddon's eyes are latched onto mine, I don't think he's blinked since I came up from my seizure.

He slowly lowers me as he speaks, "What I want." he whispers as my toes graze the floors "I want to… I need to be… Where are we?" My feet swing until they find solid grip on the tile below "We're somewhere in the Snake woods, in west Faerun." The fiend closes his eyes for the first time since I've met them "I want to stay in Faerun. For safe passage to Waterdeep, you will follow my instructions to keep me on this plane. Do you accept?" "What do you need me to do?" My head lolls back as Abaddon stretches his arms out, pushing backwards on my toes "You will carry my summon and resummon me immediately if I perish. You will guide me through this realm, then you will settle me in your home." So the next piece of the puzzle for a travelling mate? He's definitely big enough, and he said he's some sort of champion? He could get me out of this forest and through Elturgard without breaking a sweat. "Deal. Do I resummon you like this?" I nod over to the green blaze slowly eating it's way through vines attached to the stained glass "No." My feet are lifting off the ground again but his gaze at me is still the same as the smoke rises. It's… it's not rising, we are! We're lifting above the shelves, following the stained glass scroll to it's origin in the middle of the ceiling and push through the ruined panel of the hand holding a scrawling image of the blank script tumbling over the dome into what used to be the garden.

We land softly on an iron beam supporting the last fragments of the glass panes, he finally releases my shoulders as his tail lifts two books to his outstretched palm. "You will use this," he hands me my notebook with a blank page set, flipping what's left of his summoning book in the other to the final page "to transcribe this in your blood over lavender ink." It's a massive symbol accented with infernal text, he pulls a pot of ink out of the air. He dips a single claw in and with a purple blur the intricate summon is perfectly remade in my notes. Abaddon turns the notebook right-side to me and presses his clawed thumb into my fingertip, piercing it- which paints the parchment in red blush as I drag it along the fresh ink. "In the event that I perish, recite the text and bleed in the center." His claw is dragging over the infernal text… and I'm picking up every fourth or fifth word. "Okay, but first: get me off of this roof. Second: Tell me what this says, I can barely make out something about Minauros and Dis in here."

I take a step towards him, immediately tripping over another hole in the glass and tumbling down the side of the dome head first. I close my eyes and brace for impact that never comes. Abaddon is holding me five feet from the ground by my ankle, he tilts his head at me and I finally get a glimpse at one of those massive shining, white fangs cluttering his mouth "You're one of those "clowns" I've heard of here, aren't you?" He gently lowers my head into my hat lying below me "It's Beau, actually."

[ear-worthy]

Tink Media Delicacies 2023: The Best Podcasts of The Year

It's December. That means Santa, holidays, gift-giving, family dinners, Fox News whining about saying Merry Christmas, and, of course, lists. 

The Best Of... Lists arrive in our inboxes, social media feed, websites, YouTube channels, and TV and radio stations. 

 Sadly, some lists are so short these days. "Best Members Of Congress?" Goose egg. "Best Billionaire?" Nada. Best discount airline? Any airline that doesn't charge for EVERYTHING. Best Conspiracy Theory that has even a third-grade level understanding of Science? Zero.

Last week, on the website of a formerly popular magazine, I spotted a "Best Of...The Best Of...Lists."

Whaaat! A list that judges other lists.

Podcasting is an ideal medium for such lists, simply because there are so many excellent podcasts. Sure, we've all heard about the astronomical number of podcasts. Yet, lost in that meme is a hidden truth: There are thousands of terrific podcasts in search of the right audience. Anyway, an excellent source of Best Of... for podcasting is Tink Media. 

In its own words, Tink Media,"is a podcast growth and ideas company that specializes in podcast PR, creative partnerships, in-app placement, and out-of-the-box strategies that will help your show find its perfect audience. It’s not your job to grow the beautiful show you made. It’s ours."

Frankly, that's adorable and an attractive offer.

So, the company releases an annual list that it calls, "Tink Media Delicacies."

In their own words, Tink Media Delicacies is: "With Bello Collective’s 100 Outstanding Podcasts as our inspiration, we're highlighting the BEST podcasts and episodes that showcase the uniqueness and diversity of the podcast industry. Our goal is to recommend shows that may not be included on other year-end or best-of lists. With contributions from podcast lovers from all walks of the industry — producers, hosts, engineers, marketing experts, and more — we’ve created a platter of podcasts for you to sample." 

In essence, Tink Media recommends podcasts you probably will not see on the Best Of...Podcast Lists floating around in late December. Why? Because Tink Media doesn't follow the crowd. And, it knows podcasting like the back of the Shure SM7B podcast mic. In 2022, the Tink Media Delicacies connected me to shows that have become my listening favorites, such as, All The Wiser, Higher Learning, Banned, A History of Music In 500 Songs, and Today, Explained.

In 2023, I loved The Life Shift, The Redemption of Jar Jar Binks, Maintenance Phase, Skyline Drive, and Weight For It.

There are so many hidden treasures on this list. I've already downloaded several podcasts on the list that I just discovered thanks to Tink's Delicacies. 

Think about Tink Media Delicacies this way. Read the list, then find some podcasts that are hidden gold. Then, meet a few of your know-it-all friends who haven't met a story or recommendation for a restaurant, movie, TV show, or podcast they couldn't top.

Then, hit them with your Tink Media Delicacies discoveries and watch their faces droop in exasperation. You should definitely share Tink Media Delicacies, but not with those smarty-pants, show-off, windbag acquaintances.

Check out Tink Media Delicacies. It's all organic, non-GMO, cage free, range free, dolphin safe, and has been shown to be better for your brain than Wordle. 

[erabundus]

he  can  agree  with  that  —  there  are  a  lot  of  things  in  this  world  he  soon  found  himself  DISCARDING  as  boring.  festivals  and  holidays  all  so  callously  written  off  as  something  entirely  beneath  him.  human  affairs,  the  wanderer  would  oft  say.  and  perhaps  there  is  some  grain  of  truth  to  that;  mortal  lives  are  so  fleeting  by  comparison  —  there  are  only  so  many  CELEBRATIONS  to  behold  before  death  comes  to  take  them.  yet  they  are  such  agonizingly  long  lived  creatures;  one  can  only  see  the  wonder  in  a handful of fireworks  displays  before  they  are  reduced  to  meaningless  noise.  or  unearth  the  whimsy  of  a  festival  before  each  one  swiftly  bleeds  into  the  next.  it  feels  as  though  every  other  week  humans  have  concocted  some  new  reason  to  engage  in  their  peculiar  brand  of  revelry  —  cheeks  gone  rosy  from  alcohol  and  eyes  lit  by  decorative  lights.  he  supposes  it's  merely  a  side  effect  of  living  a  life  so  long  yet  so  short.  months,  years,  decades  all  pass  much  faster  when  one  has  experienced  them  in  greater  numbers.

although,  ren  knows  he  is  also  equally  his  own  WORST  ENEMY.  it  isn't  merely  that  celebrations  stopped  holding  any  measure  of  enjoyment  for  him  —  but  rather  that  he  refused  to  let  himself  enjoy  them  at  all.  he  wanted  so  badly  to  HATE  the  world  he  had  been  forced  into  that  he  turned  away  from  its  beauty.

❝  it's  hard.  ❞   he  says  aloud,  chewing  and  swallowing  his  food.  ❝  after  a  while,  it  all  stops  meaning  anything.  ❞   silence  stretches  on  following  the  admittance.  head  tips  back  and  lavender  gaze  searches  the  sky  —  and  for  a  moment  he  tries  so  desperately  to  immerse  himself  in  the  mindset  of  that  INNOCENT  PUPPET  who  could  look  anywhere  and  still  manage  to  find  wonder  in  the  life  he  had  been  given.  ❝  however ...  i've  also  been  told  that  the  future  doesn't  necessarily  need  to  be  a  source  of  dread.  ❞   that  the  pains  haunting  him  in  the  present  will  eventually  dwindle,  like  rocks  tossed  by  ocean  waves  ground  into  grains  of  insignificant  sand.  ren  oft  swings  between  clinging  to  the  words  as  though  they  were  a  lifeline  and  regarding  them  with  skepticism.  ❝  maybe  i  should  try  to  live  by  your  example  instead  of  making  a  bigger  deal  out  of  things  than  i  need  to.  ❞   a  little  huff  punctuates  the  statement,  but  he's  being  entirely  SINCERE.

❝  a  lot  can  change  in  a  few  centuries ...  but  if  anyone  has  a  chance  of  maintaining  their  ENTHUSIASM  for  life,  it  would  probably  be  you.  ❞

Sora tilted her head to the side, frowning slightly as she took in his explanation. She'd known Ren for a while now, and she knows he's led a difficult life-- but sometimes he still surprises her with new details. Even asking how old he was seemed to bring about painful memories.

That, of course, was the last thing she'd wanted to do-- especially on his birthday of all days! A pang of guilt made her chest tighten, but she quickly stifled it. She didn't want to further sour the mood by appearing upset.

Well at least he'd told her, and now she knew that he was actually pretty young. A lot younger than she'd expected. It was strange to think that despite having a few hundred years on her he was still closer to her in age than most of her other non-human friends.

As he was talking she reached over to the box of dumplings and took one, popping it into her mouth and chewing thoughtfully. As much as she might like to she can't change the past, but the future was still up for grabs. Whatever hardships Ren will have to endure in the coming years, she could be there to help him-- if he needed her, of course.

"Well.. I'm glad you're letting me celebrate with you now." She mused, starting to look cheerful again. "I know that for people like us, sometimes it doesn't even seem worth it to acknowledge our birthdays after a certain point... but I still think they're important. If only because it's a nice excuse to meet up with friends and eat some good food!"

Speaking of good food made her reach for another dumpling-- they'd turned out even better than she'd thought. "I don't think I'll change my mind after a few centuries either. But... since I'm only twenty six now, I guess we'll see, huh?"

[imtryingmybeskar]

Chapter Ten of In Time. We're finally here, folks. It's sexy time. 18+ ONLY. Bath trope because I love it. Kissing, naked massages, oral sex - M receiving and F receiving.

I want to reiterate that I don't speak Spanish so Google Translate is to blame for any mistakes there!

There's very little actual plot. Yet it's 8.1k words. It ends a little abruptly because I was going to continue with additional plot and then realised I needed to split it into two chapters because it was too long 😅 That does mean that I've already started on the next chapter though...

*Please someone help me to credit the person who made this GIF! I don't know where I got it from, but I've searched through Tumblr, Google and Pinterest and I can't find the source.*

Bright, cold blue skies and the weak early Spring sunlight provided the idyllic backdrop to this morning's teachings. A light breeze tickled its way through the trees in the woodland, causing smaller branches to shake and your hair to ruffle as you stood with your feet apart as Pero had shown you and nocked the arrow to the bow. As you drew your arm back, you held your position for as long as you could. But the unfamiliarity of the pose you were striking and the type of strength required for archery soon had your arms shaking with exertion.

"You are doing so well," Pero murmured as he came to stand behind you. "Here, let me help." His arm slithered softly down yours and enclosed it, his hand brushing lightly over where you were holding the grip of the bow, and the other taking a small bit of the strain off of your fingers at the nocking point. The large and comforting warmth of his body was at your back, and you couldn't help but lean into him. Just a little. You felt him stir against you and exhaled a shaky breath. "You must concentrate, coneja!" he instructed.

"You know, its really difficult to with you there like...that! I'm beginning to think you're doing it on purpose. I'm not saying I want you to stop though," you added hurriedly.

"Do you think I do not know about the difficulty in concentrating when I have you in my arms in this way? But if you wish to learn you must not become distracted," he lectured, making it all the more tough for you to focus when you felt the tickle of his moustache by your earlobe just before he nipped gently at it. "There will be many an occasion where all around is disturbance and you must focus on doing what must be done," he added quietly, stirring the hair at the nape of your neck with his soft breath.

"You're the one making the disturbance," you whined, both at the feeling of the bowstring beginning to cut into your fingers, and at the electric tingles his touches were inspiring down your spine. Pero made a growling noise in his throat, a sound somewhere between arousal and annoyance.

"Are you not used to this by now? Do I not poke you in your back every morning?" You couldn't stop the grin that spread across your face.

Since you had shared a bed again over the past couple of weeks, Pero had indeed woken you in that way many a time. While his small pallet wasn't exactly comfortable it was far superior to the table, not least because he insisted on curling his body around you protectively while you slept. The first few days, you had been woken in the morning when he had gotten up out of the cot. When you had told him to come back to you, he had begged the need to go to the toilet instead and your sleepy brain hadn't figured out that he was trying to hide himself from you until you had been awoken one night by the beautiful disturbance of him rutting against your backside in his sleep, muttering sweetly in Spanish to you and kissing over the back of your shoulder as he did so. You had ground back against him sleepily, your arousal blooming softly within your abdomen at the feeling of his clothed erection against you and his hands clutching at your waist. Deeper sleep took him after a minute or two and he ceased, leaving you feeling bereft and frustrated as his length slowly softened again. When he woke up the next morning and tried to move away, you trapped his hands around your torso and told him in no uncertain terms that he had no need to hide himself from you in that way. And so the morning after that he had stayed, poking your back just as he said, and you couldn't help but grind back against him again in your half-awake state. "Wanton tease," he had hissed softly in your ear before nuzzling into the crook of your neck and holding you close to him until he regained control of himself. You came back to yourself at the sound of Pero's voice here and now, sounding both amused and slightly frustrated.

"Are you smiling?"

"No," you lied, your broad smile extremely evident in your voice.

"A man cannot help what happens between his legs when the person he finds most pleasing is near," Pero sniffed loftily.

"And I can't help my reaction either, which is to be distracted by what is between your legs," you replied, rubbing yourself whisper-soft against him once more and causing his half hard cock to jump gently within his breeches.

"We shall never eat," Pero sighed in a put-upon way. "Come, let us try to hit a target this time."

Though your relationship had never been anything other than unorthodox at every turn, since he had called you his love and looked with such adoration upon you, you had found your interactions with Pero to have even less conventional form. He held you in his arms every night, awoke you with his "poking" as he called it, and you flirted outrageously with each other all day, every day. Yet you had still not even kissed each other fully. You wanted to let Pero lead, give him his space to take the relationship at the pace he needed to. Still, sometimes it was frustrating and you also wanted nothing more than to grab him, straddle him and kiss him until he was breathless, for starters. You suspected his desire for the same was the reason for his restraint. He had told you outright that he hadn't been intimate with anyone since his wife all those years ago.

"I could not bear the thought of possibly harming another with my seed in her belly," he had murmured as you had sleepily lain together in his cot one night, your head on his chest and his arms around you, one hand stroking your hair. "And so I abstained. My hand was all the relief I ever sought, though some women made their interest known."

"But what about...I mean there are ways to be with someone that won't get them pregnant."

You could hear the wry smile in his voice when he answered you. "You must understand that in this time, all of that is a great sin. To do sexual things that would not encourage a child to be made. These things are considered very wicked. Even when I was married, I never...we never.... We were both very devout when we met. And once I was alone, I never desired anyone enough to do those things." He paused, and buried his nose in the crown of your head, kissing you and mumbling into your hair, "Until I met you."

"Take your time, Pero," you had whispered, stroking over the strong, broad muscles of his chest. "I'm here when you are ready."

"I know, coneja," he had whispered, kissing the top of your head again. "You are good to me."

He was good to you. He welcomed you into his solitary life, slotting you into it as if he had not spent the last few years alone and doing whatever he wanted. As if you weren't actively terrible at most of the arduous tasks that were involved in simply existing in this time. With Spring's increasingly swift arrival and no idea of when the door to your own time would open again, Pero had offered to teach you a myriad of practical skills beginning with how to hunt. You had eagerly accepted, more to contribute to the house than anything, although you had always been keen to give archery a go. He had also begun to teach you how to identify mushrooms, roots, and berries that were good to eat and those that would kill or cause severe upset, how to sew to repair clothes (when he had asked you if you could sew and you had mentioned cross stitch, he had chuckled and kissed your forehead before telling you very kindly that that was a skill most useless here), to make a net and fish with it, to sharpen metal and keep rust at bay, to preserve meat by salting and hanging it, how to swing an axe to chop wood and how to swing one to crush a skull. At your insistence he had also shown you how to gut a fish and pluck a bird in preparation for cooking, though your stomach had rebelled when he had tried to show you how to skin a squirrel. Your body was becoming stronger day by day, even with a diet that was much more restrictive than you were accustomed to, but you were still not used to working certain muscles and mastery of the bow and arrow was coming slower than you would have liked. Still, he was patient.

"These things do not come easy or fast, coneja. Much in your time is fast and people forget that things take time. You are improving each day."

And you were. After practicing every day for two weeks you could hold your drawn position for a minute or more and your arrows actually flew in the direction you wanted them to, rather than skittering uselessly across the ground. Pero was still the one who was actually able to shoot down the pigeons that now comprised the majority of the protein in your diet, but you had hope that you would contribute more fully in due course. He was happy to give over the care of his vegetable patch to you, and you prepared to sow leeks, onions, cabbages and radishes. The seeds necessary for his garden had required a trip back to Warwick, and whether it was because the heat wasn't so great, or because you were just getting used to being here, the smell didn't offend you quite as much as it once had.

While there, Pero had sold some of his precious black pepper in order to be able to afford the seeds, as well as some new tools both for the garden and house, six new chickens, a giant wheel of cheese, some mead, some new arrows to replace the ones that you had lost or broken during your practice, and some lumber and nails with which he intended to build a henhouse. He hired the use of a horse and cart too, to transport all of his goods home. You had the dubious pleasure of riding in said cart on the way home, attempting to keep the chickens calm the whole way, and thought you had never been so jolted and bruised in all your life. As you had prepared for bed that night and stripped off the days clothes to your underwear, he had stood you before him as he sat on his bed and softly kissed all the bruises that he could see, while the still-houseless chickens clucked softly and strutted around, pecking at the earthen floor. Their presence and soft animal sounds were oddly comforting and pleasing to you, even as they made you a little sad. Pero buying them cemented in your mind that despite his words, and your increasing closeness, he still seemed to have no intention of coming back to your time with you. You had begun to debate if you wished to stay in this time with him, but it was a relatively short internal conversation. The pros of staying consisted entirely of Pero. And maybe clean air. While you loved the luxury of seeing and being with him every day, you would gladly have exchanged all six chickens and the cheese for one additional roll of toilet paper, and the thought of watching him die of some completely preventable disease or injury was too painful for you to linger on for long. Both of you still checked on your yew tree daily but the passageway remained stubbornly closed, and you began to be a little worried that you had missed your three day window in your own time and were stuck here until the next full moon rolled around (your mind flailed hopelessly when you considered how the hell you would explain that one to your boss!) Whether to stay or go was not a subject that you talked about, and aside from the worries about getting back to your own time, for the first time in your life you simply were. You attended your tasks and your learning during the day, you slept in Pero's arms at night. It was a beautifully simple life, though it was physically demanding.

The day that Pero built the henhouse, a plan formed in your mind and you set to it, hauling quadruple the amount of water from the stream than you usually would. After you returned for the third time, he asked you what you were up to, one eyebrow raised high and a smile on his lips.

"A surprise for you. A treat, since you are working so hard."

"And what of your hard work?" he demanded, gathering you to him and holding you against his chest. He was sweaty and grimy from his exertions but far from being gross, it made you want him all the more, the scent that was purely him filling your nose and comforting you in a way no other smell quite could.

"You work hard for the both of us," you told him. "You do your chores and teach me mine, and then you have to do mine as well when I mess them up!"

He chuckled. "You are too hard on yourself. You have coped most admirably without all of your modern machines."

You drew back to look at him, and rubbed a thumb over the bristles that were appearing yet again on his jaw. "Only because of you, Pero," you reiterated. "I wouldn't do so well here without you."

His eyes softened impossibly further as he looked into yours, and you found yourself standing on tiptoes to plant a chaste kiss on his soft, plush lips. As you went to withdraw, his mouth chased yours and suddenly he was there, looming and hot and desperately slanting his mouth against yours. He pulled you to him and one of his large, strong hands went to the back of your neck to bring you closer, deeper as the other slid around your waist to hold you at your lower back. When you opened your mouth to him he gave a sighing groan and as his tongue invaded you, sliding hot and heavy within your mouth, you moved your hips to him, grinding your stomach against his rapidly-growing erection and feeling your knees tremble with the jolts of electric desire running through you. The intensity of the war between your lips slowly petered to something more gentle, more tender. The exquisite feeling of having him so close to you, so joined after all this time dizzied your head with desire and your clit throbbed between your legs. Your hands travelled up his body, feeling the hard muscle of his frame underneath his linen shirt and travelling further still until clothes gave way to skin. His neck was slippery with his sweat and so were the curls at the nape but you revelled in it, in feeling every part of this man in every state of being. Your fingers crept up through his hair and he moaned lowly in his throat, his voice swallowed by the slow movement of your lips on his and the soft glide of your tongue in his mouth. Taking his lower lip between your own, you gently sucked and grazed your teeth over it, earning yourself a throb of his cock against you. His moan turned to a rumble in his chest and his kiss grew needy and hot again before he broke it, your harsh breathing mingling in the small space between your faces.

"You shall make me feral, woman," he murmured, "if you keep on to bite me in this way."

"I hope so," you whispered back. Pero blessed you with a wide grin at your words before he stroked your cheek and slid his lips tenderly over yours again. He nuzzled his beautiful nose over yours and kissed your forehead before wrapping his arms around you and holding you against his chest. You could feel the heat of his stiffness between you, still pressed firmly against your stomach. He held you to him for a while, and you basked in the feeling of him against you - his rough hands stroking softly against your hair, the rumble of his voice in his chest as he spoke to you, the feeling of his strong back under your palms. When he released you, your eye couldn't help but be drawn downward to where his breeches were still displaying evidence of his desire, nor could you help your tongue coming out to wet your lips at the sight. Pero groaned in mock dismay. "Attend to your surprise, coneja. Your face...your eyes. I shall never get back to my tasks if you look upon me so!" You grinned at him and kissed his nose before you returned to what you had been doing, hauling even more water to heat and fill the tub within the house.

By the time the sun was setting, Pero had almost finished the henhouse. He had completed more than enough to offer protection for the chickens for the night and he ushered them inside so they could roost before coming back inside the house, harrumphing with pain as he did so.

"My back, coneja, it is no good. Do you have any more of that ginger balm that is so-" His words arrested as he saw what you had prepared for him. The fire was stoked high, its flames licking at the bottom of the black cooking pot and casting a warm glow over everything. Beeswax candles, as well as some of the scented ones you had bought for him were set periodically along the curved wall, their own flickering light casting shadows into the recesses of his cottage. The tub was almost full, and steam coming from it showed just how hot the water in it was. A pot of tea and his cup rested on the seat of the chair beside the tub, and a clean towel was hung over the back of it, both in easy reach of him once he was settled in. He gave a little appreciative exhalation of breath at the sight.

"I do have more ginger balm too and I can rub it on you once you have finished," you offered. "I can try and fix the sheet too to give you some privacy?"

"No," he growled definitively. "I...I wish to share this with you. If you will allow such a thing." His voice was almost shy on the last sentence.

"I'd like that," you smiled, softly. "Very much. But let me take care of you first." You handed him a flannel. "If you want to um...cover yourself? You can use this?"

He snorted. "I know not whether to be grateful for your thoughtfulness or offended that you think I could be covered with a strip such as this!" But he took it from you anyway. You didn't turn to look at him until you heard him sink into the water with a deep sigh of relief. Even though most of him was covered by water, and his crotch by the flannel, you had still never seen this much of him naked before and the sight of his skin lit golden by the blaze of the fire and glowing with a fresh sheen of sweat from the heat of the bath was enough to make your own self start to feel a little warmer than you had before.

You sat on the other chair behind Pero before taking up the earthenware pitcher that he used for this purpose, filling it with water from the bath and pouring a little over his head. As you massaged the apple shampoo into his hair he groaned with delight. "Oh...this is so...so good." The noises he was making were more than a little arousing, somehow more so because you didn't think he actually meant them to be at this moment. After you had rinsed the shampoo away, you ran your fingers back through his hair and massaged his head again, causing him to drop it forward and expose the nape of his neck to you. It was impossible to resist and so you didn't, leaning forward to plant soft kisses there, even as your hands moved down to massage his muscles. He sat forward, the better to allow you access to his back, and groaned again, a rumbling undercurrent of arousal now detectable among the bliss.

His skin was smooth and warm and slippery under your hands as you began to gently work the knots out of his shoulders and upper back, continuing to kiss a path following the circular movements of your fingers. "Tell me if I hurt you," you said quietly against him, the salt of his skin on your lips and the smell of his shampoo in your nose. He was seemingly unable to form words at the present moment and instead made another vague noise of pleasure as you rubbed the heel of your hand against his trapezius, moving down to his upper arm on first one side and then the other, feeling the latent strength of him within, putty in your grasp at this moment. A tiger, tamed and purring in your hands.

As you grabbed the bar of soap and dragged it gently across his skin in circular motions, lathering him everywhere you could see, he finally seemed to rediscover his voice. It was deeper than usual and more relaxed than you had heard for a long time. "I can do this part, coneja," he insisted. "Come, join me." Your breath hitched and you felt a little shaky as you stood and removed your long skirt, hanging it on the back of the chair along with the towel. As Pero heard the rustle of your clothes, he stopped rinsing himself and looked at you over his shoulder. "I would like to see you, if I may," he asked quietly. His voice was so self assured, so calm. Yet you felt so nervous about the thought of undressing in front of him despite everything you had shared. You moved around the tub, and removed your leggings and underwear in one go, also hanging them from the chair. Pero continued to wash himself, but his eyes did not leave you as you straightened, the large linen shirt that you had borrowed from him now the only barrier between your nudity and his. You felt the fabric grazing the tops of your naked thighs, and your nipples hardened under Pero's lustful gaze. His intake of breath when you lifted the shirt over your head was audible, and by the time you had removed it and could see him again, he had ceased soaping and rinsing himself and was staring mutely at your naked and goosepimpled body, his eyes dark and raking you up and down so, so greedily. "Hermosa," he rumbled. "Oh, but I am a lucky man."

You had been thinking that you were the lucky one. His face was always beautiful, but there was something about seeing him in the flickering firelight, something primal that made your blood roar. The way the shadows lay on his face, making his brow and eyes seem even darker than usual, his jaw stronger, his lips more luscious. The rolling muscles in his broad shoulders and his biceps glistening and golden in the flames. And what lay between his legs...the flannel had floated away already, quite forgotten about and not at all necessary any more. Even though the light was dim you could see his impressive length jutting from between his thighs and wanted nothing more than to touch it, feel its weight against your tongue, sink down upon it and let him fill you full of him.

He offered you his hand and you took it as you stepped into the heat of the water, sitting with your back to him and shuffling backward until you felt the solid strength of his chest at your shoulders and the iron length of him at the base of your spine. His hands slipped around your waist and his lips ghosted over your neck, sending delicious shivers through you despite the warmth of the bath.

"Pero," you whispered.

"It is my turn to take care of you now," he shushed as his hands slid around to your back to gently ease the tension from your muscles much as you had for him. The heat and strength and tenderness of his touch was divine, and you found yourself groaning in pleasure much as he had. His cock jumped at your back and a fresh wave of arousal flooded through you, now warring with the heavy feeling of your relaxing muscles. His large, clever fingers found a knot in your shoulder and he worked it loose, praising you with soothing words as you hissed at the pleasurable pain. "You are so good to me always, coneja. Now, perhaps finally I can repay you for your kindnesses." You had no idea if he was talking about the massage or something more, but just the feeling of his skin against yours was all you ever needed.

He slid his arms around your stomach and gently brought you to lean back against him as he leant against the back of the tub. The warmth and breadth of him was at once comforting and intoxicating, and you felt you could even fall asleep here on him, cramped though it was. That is, until his hands went wandering. His fingers began tracing nonsensical patterns over your skin under the water, moving agonisingly slowly upwards until he was finally cupping your breasts and sliding his rough palms over your nipples, causing them to stand to attention once again. He let out a hitching sigh as he felt your back arch into his touch and the moan that escaped you had him kneading you a little more insistently. His moustache tickled as he nuzzled into your neck, his lips and tongue gliding over your skin and your thighs squeezed together almost unconsciously as a means to relieve the heat that was already building between them. Your lips were parted and throbbing with the want of his upon them and your hands ran firmly over his thighs, desperate to touch any part of him that you could. He sighed into your ear and gently bit your lobe. "There are so many things I wish to do with you," he murmured. "I wish to taste every part of you, kiss every part of you, know every part of you."

"Pero," you sighed again.

"What is it, mi amor?" he asked, interspersing his question with kisses across your shoulders. "What do you need?"

"Just you," you replied as you turned to him, swirling the water and sloshing some over the side. Gripping the tub behind his head with one hand, you straddled him, sliding your slickness down over his length until his cock rested between your bodies and you were sitting on his thighs. He let out a groan as he felt your heat over the underside of his cock and his hands drifted reverentially over your skin, smoothing from your shoulders down until he was firmly gripping your hips and massaging the flesh there as his eyes drank you in - roving over your breasts and up to your face. "Can I...can I kiss you? Here?" You traced his scar downward with a soft finger and he smiled at your touch.

"You are one of these that finds it pleasing?"

"I find all of you pleasing," you murmured as you kissed the scar where it touched his forehead, the knotted, raised tissue slightly rough against your lips. Moving down to where it breached the hair of his eyebrow and lower still to where it emerged on to his cheek, you kissed every part of it before pressing your forehead against his. "I know you said you didn't like how you looked in the photos we took. You always look beautiful to me, Pero. Every inch of you. I want you to know that."

As he stroked your hair back from your face, he moved his head back a little so he could see you fully. His eyes were soft and the flames of the fire danced within them. He was looking at you as no one else ever had. Like nothing else had ever existed for him, and never would again. "I love you, Pero." The words welled from you so naturally, as they never had with anyone before. There was no build up to them, no anxiety about telling him your feelings. It was simply a statement of fact.

He puffed out a little surprised sound and gave you a dazzling smile. "And I love you," he replied joyfully. "My little coneja." He kissed your forehead. "Hermosa." He kissed your nose. "Preciosa." Your lips met, soft but intense and desperate for each other and when you softly bit his bottom lip again, he groaned into your mouth before kissing a path down your neck to your nipple, and tracing tight, controlled circles over it with his tongue. "Fuck, Pero," you moaned as the heat enveloping your breast spread and multiplied throughout your body.. His cock pressed impossibly harder against your stomach. "Fuck, you feel so good. I want your fingers. I want you in my mouth. I...I..." You lost track of what you were saying when Pero's hands came to cover your breasts again and he kissed across your jaw.

"Show me," he murmured against your skin. "Show me what you want."

He didn't bother to wrap either of you in the towel, merely laid it on his bed before lying you down on top of it and kneeling between your legs. "Show me," he urged again, and you spread yourself for him and slid your hand down to your aching, ready clit. One of his hands was at your breast, rolling the sensitive bud of your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, the other at your thigh as if he were worried you would close your legs and he would be denied his view. "You are so beautiful," he murmured as he watched you pleasure yourself, his neglected cock swollen and huge and glistening at the tip. "May I-"

"Yes, Pero," you keened. "Anything." He slid his hand from your thigh and gently moved your fingers so he could touch you himself. From hole to clit and back again, the thick pad of his index finger gathered your slick and stroked you smoothly, carefully, over and over until your body was tensing, hand clutching at the sheet beneath you, and you were whimpering with the need for more. He slid his finger into you then, and you couldn't help the moan that escaped you as he curled it inside. He swiftly added a second and your back arched from the mattress, chasing the sensations he was pulling from you as he pumped his fingers in and out and rubbed his thumb over your nipple. You could feel your orgasm building within you, the fires stoked ever higher by Pero's movements and as you moaned his name, he gave a frustrated huff and brought his mouth to your stomach, slowly kissing down until he reached your mound. You looked down to see his big, dark eyes staring up at you, questioning and longing in their depths. "It's kind of like kissing, but there," you breathed. "Just...do what...oh fuck! Do...what feels right."

Pero rubbed his nose over your curls and inhaled softly before kissing his way down to your slit, his nose nudging your clit as he did and you tensed around his fingers before the tip of his tongue tentatively moved upwards, seeking what he wanted. He licked over your clit in tight, soft, circular motions and a moan fell from your lips. Just feeling him there, where you had wanted him for so long - his soft breath against you, the heat of his tongue curling around your most sensitive place, the rasp of his stubble against your thigh, his thick fingers filling you - it was all so glorious, and your choked, breathy pant of his name encouraged him to bury his face deeper into you, his tongue now firm and flat and licking you fully as if he wanted to devour you. It was messy and loud and enthusiastic and you barely registered the breathy moans coming from you, so wonderful did it feel. He hummed low, a rumble in his chest that spread throughout your pelvis and you couldn't stop yourself from bringing a hand to his head to stroke over his curls.

Something began to build within you - a pressure, the sensation of bliss that was so familiar and yet so new with Pero teasing it from you. His tongue began moving faster, lapping over you rather than licking and fuck! That was it, right there. The divine heat grew and spread within you and your thighs began to tremble as your hips canted upward, chasing his touch, never wanting his mouth to leave you. He was so...responsive for someone that had never done this before. Humming in appreciation at the feeling of your eager body, the slick starting to pool beneath you, the cries that he wrenched from you with every pass of his tongue and every press of his fingers.

"Fuck, Pero," you breathed. "Just there. Please. Please don't st-stop. P-Pero...fuck!"

The jolts of electricity that were zipping through your veins coalesced to form an unfurling golden glow spreading outward from your core and reaching from your toes to the top of your head. As you cried wordlessly in your pleasure, your back arched and your hips bucked again. You wriggled, grinding down on his fingers, trying to get him more fully inside of you even as your thighs were clamped around his ears. The curls you had been stroking were now clutched firmly in your hand, but if he felt any discomfort he didn't let on, but continued to stroke you, pull you through your blinding ecstasy into another crashing wave - smaller than the first, but no less intense. And when your over sensitive body began to shy away he gentled his hold over you, removing his fingers and pressing actual closed mouth kisses to your clit, and then to your inner thighs when you began to tremble at even that light touch.

"Pero," you sighed, your mouth dry and tongue heavy from the cries he had wrung from you. "Up. Come." The fact you couldn't form coherent sentences seemed to please him, judging from the grin on his face as he kissed your own wetness up your stomach and breasts. He leant up over you on his elbow, devouring you with his gaze, his cock pressed hotly against your leg and dribbling precum on to your skin. "My turn?" you said with breathless eagerness. He shook his head.

"Let me look at you first. Your sounds. Your face. You taste so good. I wish to taste you every day. I want to see you like that every day." He ran his nose down your own and kissed you softly, the tang of your own self over his lips and in his mouth.

"Sorry if I hurt you. Pulling your hair."

"In truth, I liked that. Do not be sorry. It was all...beautiful, coneja."

You smiled up at him, before quickly flipping him on to his back and kneeling between his legs. "My turn," you announced, in a voice that brooked no argument. "Unless...you're not ready?" you added.

"I...." Pero stumbled. "I much desire you. You know this. I know you have your...how to say it? IED?"

You giggled gently as you stroked your hands over the solid warmth of his chest. "IUD, Pero. An IED is a bomb. I definitely don't have one of those."

"Yes, your thing that stops you becoming with child. Still...I feel...I don't..."

"Its okay," you reassured him. "I told you, we do this how you want to. But if you will let me, I would very much like to taste you." He swallowed thickly, seemingly rendered unable to talk again by your desires and then nodded, his eyes full of lustful wonder.

You took your time, first allowing your eyes to gorge themselves on his beauty. His glistening chest was moving rapidly, his heart pounding like the rabbit he had dubbed you and he gave a quick little exhalation when you passed your palms lightly over his nipples. The taste of you was still on his tongue as you kissed him deeply, droplets of you in his moustache and the smell and heat of your arousal upon him sparked a thrill within you again. Your tongue flicked gently, impossibly softly. Down, down, down. Over the pulse in his neck, the hollow of his clavicle, the firmness of his chest, stopping briefly to flick a little more insistently over his nipple where you were rewarded with a breathy sigh of your name. Onwards, your tongue tasting the clean sweat of his skin and brushing over the soft hair around his belly button. His cock was heavy and fat against his stomach, and you took care not to touch him with your mouth yet, though when you ensured that your breasts bumped him and your nipples skated over the veins on his underside you couldn't help your own hum of gratification. Your hands stroked softly over his sides, feeling his ribs and the muscles between them before lightly scraping your nails down his torso. He shivered so greatly under your touch that it almost felt like a tremble.

"Oh...that is...this is....so good. I know not why. But do not stop," he pleaded, and you raked him just a little more insistently, eliciting another low moan.

Gently teasing, kissing all around where his cock lay heavy against his stomach, down his hips and to his thighs where you nibbled the tender skin there, making his cock twitch against his stomach, the glisten of precum in his hair. You pressed closed mouth kisses all the way up again, but along his length this time, feeling the heat and desperation of the man beneath you. When you came to his reddened and leaking tip, you kissed there too, a sticky line of precum connecting you to him before you licked it from your lips. He groaned aloud above you then and you looked up to see him looking down at you with lust and wonder in the blackness of his eyes, the sheet grasped in his fists at his side.

"Relax, Pero," you said soothingly. "Just relax." You could see him try, but when you kissed back down to the root of him he tensed again, and when you licked a fat, long stripe up the underside of his cock as it lay flush against his stomach, he cursed aloud in Spanish. "Are you ready?" you smiled and his eyes were wide and greedy as he nodded his asset.

Taking his hot, stiff length in hand, you moved soft circles around his tip, tasting the slight saltiness and taking great pleasure in his hoarse moan as you explored him with your tongue.

"M-mierda. F-feels so good. You feel..." His words turned into a gasp as your lips moved down him, taking more of him inside, his delicious thickness sliding over your tongue until his head nudged up against the back of your throat. Slowly, so slowly, you pulled off him, dragging your lips over his length and hollowing your cheeks as you went and before he could do much more than choke out another groaned curse in Spanish you were bobbing slowly but steadily up and down on him, taking him as far down as you comfortably could each time. One of the hands that had been fisting the sheet was suddenly at your head, not pushing down, but grasping at your hair and you understood the desperate desire for proximity, to be closer than you were, even as he was literally inside you. Your own hands were also busy - one was softly pumping him at his base, pleasuring the parts of him that your mouth wasn't reaching and the other was snaking softly up his body, touching his thigh, his hip, his stomach, all the way up to his chest before you trailed your nails over his skin again. At this, Pero seemed to lose his control. The thrumming tension in his body magnified and he thrust up into your mouth, the tip of him sliding down your throat a little.

You pulled off him again, kissing his leaking head as you went and looked into his eyes as you spoke in a low voice. "You want more, my love?" Before he could answer you continued. "I can give you more." And with that you slid down over his cock again, but now your hand was cradling him underneath and as he slid toward the back of your mouth you carried on further, taking him as far as you could and holding there, your nose pressed against his wiry curls, and the musky scent of his arousal filling you.

"I cannot," he all but whined. "I cannot...y-you are so....mierda...Hermosa..."

You took pity and moved back off him, once again hovering over his tip and watching him, this time giving him tiny licks as you spoke. "I want you to come, Pero. I want you to come down my throat and I want to taste all of you."

Pero's face was beautiful in its desperation and desire. He was wide eyed at your filthy words but so aroused and so close to bliss that he could do little else but groan at your slow and thorough teasing. "P-please," he managed to husk. "Please."

The gorgeous, heavy, wet heft of him slid easily through your lips, and you hummed around him as your hand resumed pumping, your head bobbing with deliberate, firm movement. His hand grasped at your hair and the other clutched at your shoulder as he felt you cup him with your other hand, and your name fell from his lips as he tensed, drawing up and thrusting again as the first salty spurts were delivered. You moved upwards and circled his tip with your tongue as he continued to come, breathy curses half rumbled from his chest as you swallowed everything he had to give. Some of it trailed down his shaft, white and hot and sticky, and you swallowed all of his cock again as you cleaned him of every drop before withdrawing and kissing him gently on his tip instead as he began to soften.

The hand in your hair stroked down to your jaw and he lifted your face to him, a look of blissed out satiety and adoration upon his features. "Come, coneja," he beckoned, much as you had and you went to him, sliding your body next to his and fitting flush against him. One arm was around you, holding you close while his other hand came to interlink with yours, palm to palm and resting on his stomach. "Te amo demasiado," he whispered against your hair. "So much," he repeated.

When you awoke In the night it was to find he had pulled the blanket over you both and was curled around you in his usual protective way - his nose against your hair and one big hand splayed across your breast, claiming you as his even while you slept. Smiling and warm from more than just the blanket, you drifted back to sleep. When you awoke again, it was to the sound of birdsong outside and Pero poking you in your back as he usually did. But this time, you wanted more. You turned to face him as he too stirred from sleep, and kissed over his features - the crease in his brow that grew so deep when he was thinking or cross, the divine angle of his nose, freckled and scarred, the soft-yet-rough hair of his moustache and finally the gentle swell of his beautiful, full lips. When you grazed your own over them he gave a deep, rumbling hum and grabbed a handful of your behind, simultaneously kneading your flesh and bringing you closer so he could thrust his erection against your stomach. Your own hand trailed down his naked chest and stomach until you reached the coarse hair at his cock and stroked a finger down him. He gave a rumble again, of protest this time.

"Its your turn-" he began, but you captured his words in your mouth, brooking no argument and instead took him in hand and began to stroke the velvety skin of his cock, spreading his own wetness down his shaft with drifting fingers before pumping him more vigorously. As his kisses grew more eager and desperate his hand wandered to your breast, plucking and gently tweaking your nipple until the rhythm of your hand on his cock faltered a little in the growing glow of your own pleasure.

"Let me taste you again," he murmured against your lips. "Please, let me."

You drew back from him with a wicked grin. "I always want you to do that, Pero. But right now I have a way we can both get what we want..."

Positioning yourselves on the small pallet was no easy feat and much giggling and shuffling ensued before you were ready.

"Talking about concentrating through distraction," you threw over your shoulder as you lined your mouth up, ready to receive him. "This will be the ultimate tesss..."

Your words transmuted into a hissing and then a keening sigh as Pero gripped your thighs and licked a slow stripe before latching on to your clit and lapping at you urgently, relentlessly. Not to be outdone, you twisted your tongue in firm figure eights over his tip before sinking your mouth down over his cock and the hum of pleasure he gave vibrated through you deliciously.

Unsurprisingly, given the newness of the sensations you were giving to him, he came first, delivering jets of himself into your mouth almost as fast as you could swallow them. But instead of relaxing, or letting you claim your victory he redoubled his efforts, licking and sucking at you while his hands drifted up your body to run over your nipples again. Your peak was only a few minutes behind his and your thighs trembled as you moved to collapse bonelessly next to him once again.

"I much like the feeling of your thighs around my face," he murmured lowly as his fingers slid over the curves of your waist and hip. "Next time you are above me I wish to see your face as I give you your pleasure."

"We can do everything, Pero. Everything we want. Every way."

And you did. You were both near-insatiable. One of you would give the other a look, a whispered word, a kiss, a gentle teasing of the teeth on skin and you would invariably end up between each others legs, simultaneously or one after the other. Some days you woke each other the same way, with hot breath and soft kisses and hands and tongue. Pero's enthusiasm never abated, but it was shored up with his swift learning of what exactly you liked and within days he could have you begging for him with only a few featherlight touches of his fingers. You yourself began to read him too - to know when he wanted it slow and prolonged, when he wanted you to be rougher with him, and the first time you had encouraged him to fuck your face, to use you how he pleased he had indeed turned slightly feral, spitting harsh curses in Spanish and gripping you so hard that the imprints of his fingers bloomed. He had kissed them gently afterwards and laved his tongue over them once he had been sated, and the tenderness with which he had told you he loved you made the heat spiral within you and you felt your chest might burst with how much you adored him.

If you hadn't known it before, you did now. You wanted him. Always. For all time.

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All That Was Fair 

Chapter 35: What Comes Next

Summary: The day after their reunion, Claire and Jamie begin to come to terms with what happened

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A/n: *Deep breath* Surprise! 🤗🤗 I’m back :))

More a/n: Hello.... it's me :) Remember these guys?

If you need a quick "previously on ATWF"... After discovering that Claire was cut off from her energy source on the human plane, Jamie sent her back through the stones and began to face life without her. Several weeks later, Claire miraculously appeared in his garden. By giving up her place among the fair folk, she had received an opal that connects her to the fair plane, allowing her to go back through the stones to the human realm and back to Jamie. And finally, there was the reunion and long awaited wedding night.

I've missed you all and I've missed writing these two precious bbs. Thank you so much for sticking around for these past two months!! Without further ado, let's begin with the intermediary chapters before arc III picks up!

Chapter 35: What Comes Next

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Jamie Fraser’s wife was perfect. Laying beside him in bed, her features relaxed in sleep and bathed in the soft morning light, Jamie couldn’t take his eyes off of her. His gaze trailed down, taking in the softness of her bare skin covered only by the sheet. Skin like pearl. 

She was exquisite. The memories of the night before flooded his mind, and he couldn’t help but smile to himself. 

It took all his willpower not to reach out and touch her. Claire was a light sleeper, and his touch would certainly wake her. But after all she had been through, Jamie couldn’t possibly have disturbed her rest. He would simply wait and content himself with the image before him of his wife… his wife… safe in bed beside him. Perfect. Even the simple rhythm of her breaths was music to his ears.

The heartache of the last few weeks seemed so distant. As if he was invincible and nothing could touch him. That was all in the past, and nothing could shake his contentment at present. 

He would have happily stayed there and memorized every wrinkle and freckle and divot on her perfect face, but his bladder had other plans. Gingerly, Jamie slid himself out from under the sheet and off the bed before padding his way into the bathroom. He went about his business with the lazy contentment of someone who had all the time in the world. 

His heart felt so full. 

As he returned to the bedroom, he stretched out his arms, feeling his muscles ache with just the slightest amount of soreness. The gardening of the previous day felt like a lifetime ago. He sighed and let his eyelid close in a contented heavy blink. 

He had just rounded the corner into the bedroom when the serenity shattered around him like a balloon popping. 

The bed was entirely empty. 

His heart leapt to his throat and panic brought the blood rushing to his ears. 

Claire wouldn’t have left his bed. There was no way. She never rose before him, and especially after the separation, she would never have left without him. There was nothing for her to do in the house without him, no possible explanation....

His stomach lurched and bile rose in his throat. 

The grief that had felt so distant crashed down around his ears in an all too familiar wave. He found himself staring once again into the darkness, and it stole his breath. 

Staring at his bed, the sheets tangled only on one side and no imprint of Claire on the second pillow, the tears began. 

His head was shaking back and forth without conscious decision. 

Panic seemed to freeze his body and steal his mind. The only thought in his head was “gone. She’s gone.” 

He couldn’t survive being alone again. He’d barely survived sending her back, and to have lost her so soon after getting her back... he would simply lay down and die. 

His limbs wouldn’t move beyond the tremors that had started to travel through his muscles. He couldn’t seem to tear his gaze from the room, its emptiness heavy and apparent. The perfection of Claire’s light was gone, leaving the world in monotone greys and blacks once again. That brokenness in the pit of his stomach...

Alone. 

He whirled on his heel, his body suddenly bursting into action with the need to do something— anything to run from the debilitating chasm that lay in front of him— when he came face to face with a wide-eyed and startled Claire at the top of the steps. 

The air was punched out of him, and immediately he was in front of her and crushing her to his chest. He squeezed her to him with enough force that it was probably extremely uncomfortable for her, but he couldn’t seem to stop. His lungs were hitched in panicked breaths as his hand found the back of her head and he pushed it against his chest, holding her safe against him. 

She was there. Real and whole. In his arms. 

Claire was quite apparently startled. She had only just brought her hands up to hug him in return and was beginning to slide them up and down in back in confused reassurance. 

He buried his teary face in the top of her curls and let out a shaky exhale, trapping her even closer to him. 

“Jamie?” came her muffled voice from against his chest. 

He felt her body was tense with concern, and he had to force himself to calm the raging storm of emotion inside before he overwhelmed her. Her hands were flat on his back now, and he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that she was sensing his turmoil and worried out of her mind. 

“I came back to find you gone, and I…” 

“You thought you’d lost me again,” she whispered in understanding, sounding sympathetic without any judgement. 

They were both quiet for a second, and she melted against him, allowing him to hold her close. 

“I’m sorry I scared you,” she breathed, “I just woke up and you weren’t there, so I went downstairs to look for you.” 

Jamie shook his head, his face brushing against her curls. “It wasna yer fault. I jes’ lost my mind for a minute,” he chuckled breathlessly. His fear betrayed him, causing his voice to tremor. 

Claire drew back, and his knee-jerk reaction was to tense in alarm. 

“Come here,” she said softly, taking his hand in hers. 

She led him back into the bedroom and sat him down on the edge of the bed before joining him. Claire never once let go of his hand, and her thumb brushed across his knuckles as she looked into his eyes with a searching look. 

“You didn’t lose your mind,” she said, voice thick with understanding, “these last few weeks… they must have been torture for you.” 

She went quiet then, intentionally leaving space in the silence, and looked at him expectantly. 

“It was,” Jamie breathed in barely a whisper, dreading sending his mind back to that dark place. But he knew he needed to get it out, and she knew it too. “I... “ he couldn’t continue as his voice caught in his throat. He swallowed and tried to start again. “I was alive, but I wasna living. I didna want to go on.” 

She was trying to keep herself under control, but his words had sparked fear in her eyes. And rightly so. 

“I didna hurt myself...” Jamie tried to allay her worry, “but I wanted to. I wished I could end it all sometimes....” 

It was like he was standing in that darkness once again, facing down his loneliness with nothing more than the memory of her to keep him going. 

Her free hand moved to stroke up and down his bicep. Warm and comforting. He took a breath. 

“Losing you and continuin’ on… was the hardest thing I’d ever done…” Jamie said shakily, “and I dinna ken… when I came back to the room and ye werena there… it was like I was in that place all over again. I jes’...” 

“I understand,” she said gently. 

Her whisky eyes were soft and warm, inviting him into a place of safety. He felt himself crumble like some ancient wall, and his body slumped forward. 

She was ready for him, opening her arms and bringing him close. His face pressed against her chest and his arms came around her waist to hold on tightly. He felt her hands hold his head against her for a second before they began to card through his curls. 

He cried then, releasing the pent up emotion— the heartache of her loss, the fear of going through it again, and the overwhelming relief of her presence. He let it all out as his tears stained her dress. 

All the while, Claire was whispering to him and pressing intermittent kisses to the top of his head. 

“It’s alright,” she was breathing, “I’m here. We’re here. And I’m not going anywhere. Nothing could take me away from you now. Nothing.” 

He found himself squeezing her tighter as he relished her closeness. The scent of her— like roses under the morning dew— filled his senses. It soothed him in a way words never could because it was such a concrete reminder of the reality of her. 

Holding her close, he could dare to breathe. The wall he’d hastily rebuilt in those jarring few minutes where he had thought he’d lost her came down piece by piece. He listened to her heartbeat under his ear and focused on the feeling on her hands running through his hair with such gentleness. 

She was with him. She was safe. 

After a long while, when his tears dried in his eyes and the darkness had faded back into only memory where it had no power, he drew back. 

To his surprise, when he straightened up, he found Claire’s eyes to be red-rimmed and tears leaking down her cheeks. 

“Oh, mo nighean donn.” His heart broke into a million pieces, and this time, he was the one reaching out for her and pulling her against his embrace. 

“I’m alright,” she said, but her voice was choked, “I'm okay.” 

“You dinna have to be okay,” Jamie replied gently as he tightened his arms around her, “ye ken that?” 

She was quiet for a while, seeming like she wasn’t ready to argue with him but also didn’t agree. So, she would need a little prodding… 

“I wasna the only one who had tae face the world alone…” 

Claire shook her head where he had it pressed against him. “But I had something to hold on to, hope for going back. I was on a mission.” 

“That doesna mean ye werena sufferin’,” Jamie countered. 

He felt her resolve weakening. Her tears were wetting his shirt collar and her hands were clutching his sides, betraying the truth of her hardship that she was holding inside herself. 

“I was so scared,” she whispered after a long moment, “so scared that I wouldn’t be able to do it. That it would all be for nothing.” 

He let her speak, stroking his hand over her curls and trying to keep his breathing steady. 

“I thought sometimes… that I wouldn’t be strong enough. And that I would just lay down and never get up again and that would be better than spending another moment without you,” she finally said. 

“You did do it, mo ghraidh,” Jamie responded, his voice cracking under the weight of his emotion, “thank Christ, you did it and you made it back.” It was a wash of relief to say those words, and he hoped Claire felt the same. Or at least that she could feel his relief. 

She didn’t make a move, just quietly rested in his embrace. 

Jamie couldn’t help but speak aloud the guilt that was weighing down his heart. “Your people…” he whispered, his voice low and barely audible, “ye lost your place and your people too. That isna a small matter.” 

“No,” Claire whispered in agreement, and Jamie could feel her heartbreak in the tenseness of her body, “but I would make the same choice over and over again. I belong with you. I wanted to come back more than anything.” 

“Aye,” he had to stop himself as his tongue seem to tie itself together in his mouth, “I ken we’re meant to be together. And I’m so incredibly grateful that ye’re here. I jes’... I dinna want ye to ignore the pain jes’ because you believe it was the right decision.” 

She didn’t speak, but she nodded against his shoulder and her breath began to hitch in small sobs. 

“That’s it, lass,” he gently coaxed, “Let it out. It’s alright.” 

As she cried against him for all she’d lost— for good this time— Jamie allowed his own heart to break with hers. He wept for the pain she’d endured and the bravery she was showing. And he wept for himself too, and for those lost days of his life where he’d lived in despair. 

But in the midst of their weeping, there was a sense of comfort. Jamie no longer cried alone, but with the love of his life wrapped in his arms. 

Despite everything, they both had the promise that they would never be alone again. 

After a long while, after her crying had slowed, his wife looked up at him, drawing back enough to fix her eyes— still glistening with tears— on him. 

“We’re a mess, aren’t we?” she suddenly laughed, reaching up to wipe the moisture from Jamie's cheeks with both thumbs. 

“Aye.” 

He brought his own hands up to frame her face and went to work on clearing the tears tracks. 

And there they sat, clinging to each other as if they might slip away at any moment. But they were together. 

Alive, whole, safe, and together. 

Where the darkness had no place. 

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A/n: I wanted to greet you guys with some gratuitous fluff after the heartwrenching end to the first arc, but I couldn’t move on before exploring the trauma of the separation. We walked with Jamie through an intense period of grief, and it wouldn’t be right to move on without more closure and dealing with the repercussions for them both. This is by no means the end of their coming to terms with what happened, but it is a promise that they’re moving forward together. So now… how does some fluff next chapter sound, eh?

As always, thank you so much for reading, and an extra thank you for your patience and for sticking around!

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[nordleuchten]

Do you know what Lafayette's relationship with his father-in-law was like? I've read a bit but can't really wrap my head around it, so I turn to you.

Thank you so much!

Hello made-by-our-history,

yes, La Fayette’s relationship with his father-in-law, Jean-Louis-Paul-François de Noailles, Duke d’Ayen, was indeed bit special. The Duke and La Fayette were in many aspects quite different characters. D’Ayen (I will stick with that name here, even if his titles changed over the course of his life) and his family were basically the personification of the Ancient Régime. They hold a lot of titles within their ranks (so many titles indeed that even acquaintances such as John Adams often mixed them up). Many of the men were most distinguished members of the military and held various other prestigious positons within the world of the court. John Adams noted that, when he was first introduced to members of the Noailles family, he was told that the Noailles were even more powerful than the Bourbons. Compared to the Noailles the La Fayettes were little better than country squires. So one the one hand we have the Duke and on the other hand we have La Fayette, who – although a nobleman himself and a lifelong supporter of the monarchy in France in general, supported the abolishing of the special rights of the nobility and the abolishing of the legal recognition of the nobility.

Even so, D’Ayen found La Fayette to be a very good catch. He had five daughters who survived infancy and was therefore in search of suitable husbands. His oldest daughter was set to marry her cousin, the Vicomte de Noailles, so that the family name would be carried on, even if d’Ayen had no living sons of his own. The second oldest, Adrienne, would later marry La Fayette. La Fayette may not have been the greatest name in d’Ayen eyes, but it was an old and respected name, the name of a family whose male members had distinguished themselves in the military for centuries. La Fayette was furthermore absurdly rich, was neither too young nor too old and he was a Marquis.

Most sources state that d’Ayen had at first little respect for La Fayette beside his title and money. In fact, I never seen a source stating anything else. I was never able to read too many letters between La Fayette and his father-in-law so I mostly go with the historical consent here. There are a few things I can safely say so. In his memoirs La Fayette never says anything negative about his father-in-law. However, and that might only be my perception, but I think you see that be employs a different tone, a more intimate tone, when he writes about his mother-in-law, the Duchess d’Ayen, with whom he had in general a very good relationship. What we furthermore see is that La Fayette absolutely longed for d’Ayen’s love. He wrote in a letter from March 9, 1777 for example:

Farewell, my dear Papa, I hope to see you again soon. Keep your affection for me, for I want very much to deserve it, and I already deserve it because of that which I feel for you, and the respect that will endure for the rest of my life.

Your affectionate son

Lafayette

Now, d’Ayen was not happy at all when La Fayette sailed for America. Not at all. It was a huge embarrassment for him. La Fayette had previously done things that d’Ayen had not approved and was highly displeased by – but that? that capped it all off. Eventually, things changed. La Fayette was wounded in Battle (a very glorious and honourable thing back then), he gained the trust and confident of Washington and other leading Americans, he received his own command ... and France officially entered the War against Britain. The French people thought La Fayette a hero and d’Ayen was quick to forgive his son-in-law. La Fayette wrote in his memoirs:

The Duke d’Ayen, my father - in - law, was not one of the least hasty and severe censurers of my departure for America, but he restored to me his favour with all the kindness and sincerity which characterized him (...)

The Duke and La Fayette kept a regular correspondence during the war – or shall we say, as regular as it was possible. There is one letter in particular that sticks out to me. La Fayette wrote on September 11, 1778:

I have already endeavoured to describe to you some part of the pleasure your last letter gave me; but I cannot write again without repeating my assurance of the delight I derived from its perusal. I have blessed, a thousand times, the vessel that brought that letter, and the favourable winds that blew it, to the American shore. The kindness and affection you express have sunk deeply into a heart which is fully sensible of all their value. Your partiality has far over-rated my slight merit; but your approbation is so precious to me, my desire of obtaining it is so very strong, that I experience the same pleasure as if I were conscious of meriting your good opinion. I love you too well not to be enchanted and overjoyed when I receive any proof of your affection. You may find many persons more worthy of it, but I may take the liberty of challenging you to find one human being who either values it more highly, or is more desirous of obtaining it. I place full reliance on your kindness, and even if I were unhappy enough to fall under your displeasure, I hope I should not forfeit your affection. (…) My greatest pleasure will be to hear you say, whilst I embrace you, that you do not disapproye of my conduct, and that you retain for me that friendship which renders me so happy. It is impossible for me to describe to you the joy your letter, and the kind feeling which dictated it, have inspired me with. How delighted I shall be to thank you for it, and to find myself again in your society! If you should ever amuse yourself by looking at the American campaigns or following them on your maps (…) I entreat you to send me your advice as soon as possible; if I but receive it in time, it shall regulate my conduct. Adieu, I dare not begin another page; I beg you to accept the assurance of my tender respect, and of all the sentiments that I shall ever feel for you during the remainder of my life. (…) May I flatter myself that I still possess your opinion? I should not doubt it, if I could but you how much I value it; I will do everything in my power to deserve it, and I should be miserable if you doubted for an instant how very deeply feeling this feeling is engraven in my breast. If I have erred in the path I am pursuing forgive the illusion of my head in favour of the good and rectitude of my heart, which is filled with feelings of the deepest gratitude, affection, and respect for you; and these it will ever retain, in all countries, and under all circumstances, until my latest breath.

Lafayette

 Maybe I am just imaging this or I am overthinking – La Fayette strikes me as almost desperate for d’Ayens approval in this letter. As he said, he would do anything. I am not aware of any letter similar in tone to this one to Washington or even to his wife. He wrote both of these people how much he loved them and how much he desired their love in return – but he never expressed it quite like this. Again maybe I am just over-interpreting, but especially the sentence where writes “(...) receive any proof of your affection.” and also one of the last sentences where La Fayette asks if he still possess d’Ayens good opinion ... I do not know, to me it reads as if he really wants d’Ayens affection but is simultaneously aware that it is not always easy to obtain.

Anyway, things continue like that until the onset of the French Revolution. I was not able to find a lot about this so I am taking a bit of guess when saying: the duke did not liked La Fayette’s action at all. La Fayette was a centrist, he wanted to follow a rational, middle path – but most revolutionaries labelled him a royalist and most royalists a revolutionary. D’Ayen may or may not have better understood La Fayette’s intentions but I generally do not think that he was particularly thrilled. The Duke was away with the army when The Terror began, and able to go into exile in Switzerland. His mother-in-law, his wife, his daughter, two uncles, several nieces and nephews, cousins and in-laws were all guillotined. The Noailles were dying like flies – he found out about that weeks later. D’Ayen stayed in Switzerland for the next decades, only returning in 1814 when the Bourbons were restored to the throne. His daughter Adrienne had previously re-gained ownership of some property belonging to her father and also La Fayette’s family.

I honestly think that the Duke and La Fayette did not have too much of a relationship after the French Revolution. As I said, d’Ayen only returned to France in 1814 whereas the La Fayettes returned 1799. Adrienne, La Fayette’s wife and d’Ayens daughter died in 1807. La Fayette virtually did not mention his father-in-law at all in the later parts of his memoirs.

So after all of this, what is my take on their relationship? I think at first La Fayette was an asset to d’Ayen and that with time he learned to value La Fayette more and that he saw how much the orphaned La Fayette longed for a father figure. D’Ayen was not against showing La Fayette affection but he did so probably rather sparingly, making it for La Fayette all the more meaningful. He also was not afraid of criticising La Fayette. After everything that I read about d’Ayen and his relationship with his wife and his children, I think that he generally was a more calculating person, a more emotional reserved person. But with the American Revolution, La Fayette’s rise in the military and his general change of character, there he maybe saw a way of better connecting with his son-in-law. Public and military affairs. Their wartime correspondences consists in great deals of La Fayette telling the Duke all about military actions and the Duke then offering advice in military matters. After the French Revolution with d’Ayen all this time in exile, I think their lives just went in different directions.

As I just said, large parts of this answer are my personal interpretations and my analyses and I could just as well be wrong. I hope I could help you nevertheless. I hope you have/had a great day!

[woozi]

i agree how you described twt, sometimes everyone's just ready to fight it seems, i've genuinely had fun on both platforms at different times but now it's just too much on stan twt (no space for difference of opinion djsjdjj) it's good to know you're having fun as well :3 & omg i've seen few of my moots starting to give svt their attention after fallin flower dropped, everything abt it is <3333 the song, mv, choreo i love it.

hdjdjddkdjdj " virgos 😐 " also me in next breath "happy birthday mark :D i love you so much 🥺💕💗" any virgos reading this i really hope you enjoy your month to the fullest djjdjd <3. righttt?? you're correct abt mark's temper being very virgo djdjdkd.

your line screams hard-working people <3 jihoon, jaebeom, jeonghan the 3Js <3. isn't jaebeom also an infj? (i don't take mbtis seriously but at the same time it also makes me happy if it ends up matching someone i like djdjjd) chan & yugs 🥺 these two imo have the sweetest personality, like the one which makes you feel welcomed & they also have the cutest laugh 🥺.

i love jus2 <3 focus on me is one of my favorite kpop mvs of all time & also drunk on you??? i love this song so much, very sexy of them. the vibes, style and everything w/ their album, i want more songs like that. and for when i am feeling melancholy i need more songs like jjp's verse 2 😭💔 but i am also okay if they don't want to go back to these units bcoz everything so far they've been giving is just as great <33 ( maybe in future we'll get blessed w/ features 🥺)

honestly g7 as grp and individually have won me over with their music style, even if i don't like full album ik there will be 3-4 songs which will be exactly what i like to listen to, all of the music they've released individually i've liked it so much. there is this song of youngjae's, titled "i'm all ears" i had no idea of its existence until it popped up in my spotify i'm so glad it did, it's been in my playlist ever since. there was also a time when i was obsessed with jackson's 'on the rocks' djdjdk.

aww <3 the live performance video of 1° has mark as thumbnail so for long time i used to associate this song with him jdjddk. i think the only j*pe thing i'd miss is got7 studio live sessions 🥺. RIGHTJDKSKS aju nice's mv is very cute djjddk I love it, in reality its reverse tho, i see them and boom! 💖💛💗🤍💕💙

it was the year they won first bb*as award so that gave them the exposure, and no i don't follow them anymore. mixed feelings abt them, very negative feelings abt f*ndom fjdjdjd. i do miss what it used to feel like liking them sometimes. at that time i never thought i'll willingly drop them from my interest (i've stanned zayn since 2012 first him as grp member then solo. sometimes thinking abt it gives me a whiplash hddjks it's been 9 years, really thought it would be same with them too but it didn't happen)

i've had falling in love by yugs and in to you by jaebs on loop for days djdkdk i really love these two songs and also air by bammie <3 (i'm slow jams kinda person djdjdk :3)

(bam released the most fun album & title this year idc abt others, ribbon is one of the soty) also special mention of look so fine & running through the rain. yes! you do make sense they feel organic & very them.

exactly 😭 it's more believable when they drop stuff out of nowhere like encore 😭😭. the way youngjae posted his letter on twt too ddjjdkssk the announcement & release of encore is such a 'you just had to be there' situation the excitement, nervousness, confusion and everything 😭 sometimes i can't with them. also is the bibi with mark on ost, the same one you mentioned in last ask? the ost is really good <3, it must've been fun to see it happen (if its same bibi).

making a whole ass playlist just for me???? 😭😭😭🥺💗 yza you're so sweet nooooo 💖

and don't worry abt replying late jdjdkdjd i mean it, sometimes my friends text me after weeks and i'm am the same. it's really okay <3. i hope this week is treating you kindly, take care yza - 🪂

p.s ( just saw last post djjej) - it was me who manifested more bunny dino <3 manifesting even more <33

i was on stan twt during my younger years too and it was v fun and memorable to me ngl <3 idk what happened though.. it's evolved to be.. Something Else.. i still see a lot of good people there though 😭 and now that i'm in my Hag Era... idk it's just too fast for me now 😭 it's still my go-to place for updates though nothing can top twitter on that dept

and ms fallin flower.... i feel like everyone was blown away by it (based off of what i see carats when talk about it) and rightly so!! she SERVED. the looks too oh my god. it's another factor i look forward to and enjoy so much when i watch their performances!!

u know what? virgos 😐 indeed KJJKDFJKFDJKFDKJ i want to slander virgos today because it's their season and no one slanders them that often so <3 ABOUT MARK'S VIRGO TEMPER THOUGH... i know i've said i enjoy seeing it sm but whenever i think abt it i cant help but say that.. I Love His Temper <3 he doesn't get pissed off in a scary and douchebag-y way it seems so... contained?? IDK HOW TO DESCRIBE IT he punched an a/c though so that might not be the perfect word to describe him lmaoo <3

THE J TRINITY HFDJFJDJHDF BESTIE UR MIND IS SO!!!!!!!!!!! honestly... maybe it's the acts of service for me <3 JKDFKJFDKJFJKD i think this is just my eldest sister and savior syndrome speaking though kfjkdkjf ALSO OH MY GOD THE WAY U NOTICE THESE THINGS <3 THAT'S SO SEXIE OF U!!! and yes he used to be an infj!! there was an interview that's more recent wherein he mentioned that he's now an enfj though but i cant rmb which interview it's from :/ ALSO MOOD FKJJKGJGKF i dont believe in mbtis too but im just... a little obsessed w it for the fun of it all <3 and the way u described them </3 what if i tear up a little </3 I LOVE CHAN'S LAUGH SO MUCH BUT IM SO SOS O GLAD U BROUGHT UP YUGYEOM'S LAUGH??????????? IT'S NOT TALKED ABT ENOUGH LIKE...... HELLO!!!!!!!!!!! one of my bird moots said he sounded like a schoolboy in choir 😭😭😭😭😭😭

GOD UR TASTE!!!!!!! what if i start falling in l*ve a little :/ what then :/ focus on me was ahead of it's time and people fucking slept on THEM i cannot fucking believe this. this has to be some kind of sick joke 😭 ALSO HAVE U SEEN THE CHOREO FOR SENSES!!!!!!1 INCREDIBLE!!!!!!!!!! holy fuck!!!!!! sorry for the expletives but like.... holy SHIT they did THAT!!!!!!!! ALSO UR SO RIGHT </3 jjp verse 3 when... ALSO did u know i let go of the jjprojects url... thats the worst mistake of my life KDKJDSKJDSJK also agree wholeheartedly <3 i think they're all trying to find their footing this time around as soloists and im so proud of them for that!! i'll stand by my jus2 agenda though bc they're almost in the same company so maybe.. i might have hope left 😭

SO TRUE BESTIE!!! the same principle goes w svt for me as well <3 got7's such a flavorful group musically like... all of them have the capacity to go solo and they're still considered flops.. waht the fuck <3 ALSO OMG FJDKJFKFJD YOU'VE HEARD The Song!!!!!!!! maybe he'll be releasing something along those lines <3 esp now that he's supposedly coming w an album KJSJKDJSK on a similar note.. do u also listen to jamie (the other artist on the song) <3 NOO SHUT UP THIS CANNOT BE FOR REAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!1 i was obsessed w on the rocks too 😭😭😭😭😭😭 IT WAS MY FAVORITE ON THE MIRRORS ALBUM HELLO??????????????????????????? im proposing to u rn

ok now i have to watch all the live vids again JKDSJKSJDKDSKJ ik keep saying 'ur so right', 'i agree', and 'so true bestie' but im gonna have to say this again bc i LOVE LOVE LOVE live sessions sm no matter the artist. i also just am a little partial to live bands in performances like that in general so JDJKKDSJDS

the way you're saying these cute things abt the svteenies.. </3 giving me heartache!!! i'd bully them though i can't coddle them anymore <3

not the fandom JKFDKJFDKJFDKJFKJF ok but i think it's mostly their younger fans tbh. it wasn't this bad before.. i also really liked bts during their debut days. their songs were really good!! i kind of lost interest though and couldn't really get into them although their songs slapped lol. my irls are still into them though so i still hear about them. 9 YEARS............................... wait oh my god it HAS BEEN a little over a decade since 1d was The Thing huh 😭 now i feel kinda old lmao. and i totally get that feeling </3 it really do be like that sometimes JKFDJKJKFD

you really ARE keeping up w the sevens oh my god how are you doing it!!!!!!!!!!! it's like getting svt content now at this point but more complicated bc u need to get the updates from different sources JDKJSDKJJSKD love ur song choices too <3

ALSO FULLY RELATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! when i saw bam's teasers... the aes was my cup of tea and THE HIGHLIGHT MEDLEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i can't fucking get it out of my mind it's objectively one of the best things i've seen from kpop in 2021. i'm super impressed <3 love how abyss really supported bambam on this. they really went all in for him!!

I KNOW GKJDFJDK I GOT SUPER ???????/// DURING THE TIME EVERYONE THOUGHT THEY WERE DISBANDING LMAOOOO they pulled a move that's so unheard of though no one really expected That. i respect jaebeom so much for handling all the paperwork and shit behind the scenes it must've been HELL!! ALSO IT MEANT I CRIED FOR NOTHING THEN 😭😭😭 AND YES OH MY GOD IT'S THE SAME BIBI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THE SHOCK I HAD WHEN I SAW THE LIST????????????????????????? thought i was gonna black out like,,, mark,,, AND BIBI??????????????? she's fucking phenomenal how is she just a YEAR older than me.. INSANE!!! ... and i also thought jackson was gonna have an ost for this movie.. idk why it wasn't released though i didnt look into it :/

i had a rough few days so i'm not yet finished with the playlist (my laptop's Dead i am still trying to revive her and uni's starting soon 😭) but for the mean time, here's another one that some people from caratblr previously asked for JDSJKSDJ these are mostly english songs though its not my k-playlist KJDSKJSDJK

i do hope this week gets better!!! and i hope that you'll have a fun one too <3 thank u for being so patient w me 🥺 i just get so many messages and find the need to recharge FDKJDFJK

ALSO I FELT LIKE IT WAS U!!!!!! OH MY GOD, i even searched my blog for the word manifest but for some reason your ask didn't come up in the search so i didnt mention u in the tags so i wont misattribute if it ends up not being u 😭 thank u for manifesting this chan for me he's my little... hop hop now ig... 😭

[divinaes-bookofsecrets]

Hi!!! I would really appreciate it if you could do spirit guide reading. I think she might be a family deity (I'm hindu) and I've been communicating with her for a few months. Thank you ❤

You have an electric Spirìt Guide who practices eclectic earth magic; Your Spirit Guide, you're right ✅ is an family diety that comes to those who are on this spiritual path of real magick and have the potential.

Your Spirit Guide is an Earth Goddess of energy and Power; She is known as Edesia and she is related to Shakti another known feminine energy goddess power. To know your Spirit Guide, Edesia, ill explain a bit about Shakti.

Shakti: Feminine Energy and Goddess Power

 Jean Johnson wrote in an Asia Society article: “The term shakti refers to multiple ideas. Its general definition is dynamic energy that is responsible for creation, maintenance, and destruction of the universe. It is identified as female energy because shakti is responsible for creation, as mothers are responsible for birth. Without shakti, nothing in this universe would happen; she stimulates siva, which is passive energy in the form of consciousness, to create. Ardhanarishvara, a Hindu deity who is half male and half female, is an iconic representation of this idea. The deity is equally male and female, illustrating that the creation, maintenance, and destruction of the universe is dependent on both forces. [Source: Author: Jean Johnson, Asia Society |+|]

 “Shakti also refers to the manifestations of this energy, namely goddesses. Some goddesses embody the destructive aspects of shakti, such as death, degeneration, and illness, while other goddesses embody the creative and auspicious powers of shakti, such as nature, the elements, music, art, dance, and prosperity. Shakti may be personified as the gentle and benevolent Uma, consort of Shiva, or Kali, the terrifying force destroying evil, or Durga, the warrior who conquers forces that threaten the stability of the universe. Goddess worshippers often view their deity as the all-powerful Supreme Being, second not even to a male god. There are enduring goddess traditions all over India, especially in West Bengal and south India. Goddesses symbolizing various aspects of power very often predominate in village culture. Village men, women, and children, when they pray for immediate needs, address a female, not a male.

What does my goddess, Edesia look like 😍 ??

These are some abstract art pieces that resemble and represent your Spirit Guides energy as an electric being of light .

⚡Edesia has 🌈 🏳️‍🌈 r a I n b o w hair that she can let flow down from the sky to our heavenly bodies to wrap us in bright angelic goddess light .

⚡Edesia is an Earth goddess and she uses her eclectic magick to bring you creativity, energy, and laughter, and sometimes she heals ❤ you when your sick.

⚡Edesia is a Heavenly Mother or Sky Mother 💫↘️

🌟A mother goddess is a goddess who represents or is a personification of nature, motherhood, fertility, creation, destruction or who embodies the bounty of the Earth. When equated with the Earth or the natural world, such goddesses are sometimes referred to as Mother Earth or as the Earth Mother. In some religious traditions or movements, Heavenly Mother (also referred to as Mother in Heaven or Sky Mother) 

⚠️This Sky Mother is in your life to bring you prosperity!

HOW IS THIS SPIRIT GUIDE RELATED TO YOU?

And you my dear, are a ♉ 🐂 ♉ Taurean person and cows and bulls are one and ghd same very similar they relate and you dear, Taurus, are searching her out... and did you not find exactly what you're looking for? Is this Earth goddess , Edesia , the presence that you feel or does it seem like this is who you've been communicating with as a Spirit Guide at this time? ♉ 🐂 ♉

WHAT ARE YOUR SPIRIT GUIDE MESSAGES?

* 11:11 *

Why is the time 11:11 so special?

Have heard the saying, “It’s 11:11, make a wish!”? Well, the meaning is more than just a fun thing to say. Making a wish at this time is like setting an intention for what you want to see manifest into the world.

Do not underestimate the significance of 1111 and remember to make a wish when you see 11:11.

Number 1111 Meaning in Numerology

What does 1111 mean in Numerology? Number 11 is considered a Master Number. What does this mean? A Master Number is a highly spiritual double-digit number thought to be attuned to higher realms and dimensions. 

In addition to being a message from Angels, 11 is also connected to sacred teachers such as Christ, the Buddha, and St. Germain to name a few.

When you see the Number 11 then you should know that this is further validation you are interacting with a divine frequency and energy field.

It is thought to be a very powerful Number when it is someone’s Life Path or Destiny Number within a personal Numerology reading. 

Will you make your wish next time your goddess makes you aware of 1111??✨ 💖 (please do it!!)

Wisdom for the Week ---January 11 - January 17

This is a great week for you to finally finish one or two of those big projects you put on hold a while back. You may have thought you would never be able to get to them, but if you actually put this into your schedule and get started, you should see that it will all fall into place, and you'll get everything else done that needs to be done. This is also an ideal time to complete important conversations that were left dangling, maybe because there was no answer at the time, or because someone was being elusive about responding. You should find it easier now to get answers and receive honest reactions. Crossing all of these things off your long list will give you a great sense of satisfaction. You may even find that because of this efficiency, you will be inspired by a new idea that allows you to tap into a talent you have not used lately, and that would be a great idea. You have been very assertive in trying to attract an investor, team member, or partner for some project you want to take on. However, you are advised now to take a wait-and-see approach and be patient. What you need will materialize if you kick back a bit and let it come to you.

-- DIVINAE💫🌟🦋🌐💋❣

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The Problem with MSM

So I honestly don't have many followers. I'm also prone to going on tangents. And most of my posts are rooted in politics. Not by choice mind you. I was not the one that decided literally everything in existence is political. I'm also not the one that created the view points that want everything to be political. TL;DR At the bottom.

To start off however, I need you to understand the process of radicalization.

Find someone who feels discontent with how a situation is, or how their life is

Tell this person that what's happening to them is not their fault

Place the blame for this person's problems on a certain group (political group, racial group, religious group, etc.)

Talk to the person like you know how they feel, "drop your guard" and tell them "problems you've had that were not your fault" blaming that same group

Show them that they are either a victim or oppressed in some way, shape, or form.

Slowly start swaying their views further to the extreme, by showing them other instances of "others who are being attacked or are victims" of said group.

Promptly but softly oppose any "differing views" with warped information or flat out lies

Get them to start going to events and taking to others that have already been radicalized

Have you and another radicalized individual, keep track of this person and say you support them and their issues

Sit back and watch

Now this is a rough lost but more or less the bare bones basics of radicalizing other people. Though in some cases it takes more steps and in some others it takes less. So what does this have to do with MSM (Mainstream Media)? Quite a few things in modern day actually.

The job of MSM is to get you information, as fast as humanly possible. This however was not the first goal priority in the past. In the past, the first priority was to cover a story as factually as the could, and look for more information keeping people constantly updated. Here we get to our first real problem for Media today. Technology. The Advent of modern technology has been both a blessing and a curse in this regard. And of course I'm talking about the internet in its current form. The internet being the very center of information distribution in 2019. And it has been for almost 12 years now.

So what did this change? Basically everything we know today. "Old wives tales" are now a Google search away. Feeling sick? WebMD says you have Cancer. Looking for the next hour story? Check CNN's Twitter account. The Internet brought us a great, many things. But it has taken away just as many. MSM has had to slowly move operations into social media in order to try and stay relevant. This because many people have unplugged, and have gone full digital. The only real exceptions being places of business. And with the world at your finger tips at the clock of a button, being factual has lost its relevance. Not to mention that as far back as 2013-2014 activists started working for MSM companies. Most notably progressive activists. This causes many problems we currently see today. Below is an example of what a headline used to look like, and what most headlines look like now:

Normal headline: Shooting in Birmingham leaves 3 dead and several injured during city wide festival.

Headline now: White, Trump supporter, Nazi, KKK, skin head, punches 2 people in hate crime.

See the difference? The first headline shows the basic facts and dives into known details during the article. Often they'd avoid opinions all together. The second one one the other hand, blatantly discloses anything that could generate clicks. Why? Because true or not, outrage sells. So over the past several years, MSM has been slowly radicalizing us. But they do this on a bipartisan level.

Are you black? The cops will kill you, and the white man is evil. Can't find a job? Racism. Are you a woman? Then you're unhappy because "rape culture". Do you regret having sex with that guy? Well guess what? He actually raped you without you realizing. Are you white? You're evil. Are you strait? You're a monster and should give all your money to gay people. Are you a man? You are responsible for every rape ever committed. You're also a pedophile and violent. Are you a strait white man? Oh boy you won the jackpot because you're basically Hitler.

See my point here? MSM spends most of it's time trying to rage bait you into clicking their articles. And in doing so we've gotten so lazy as a country that half the time, we don't even read past the headlines. And MSM knows this. They don't care if you read what they write. They are just radicalizing you so they can keep feeding you outrage. Because the more often they do it, the more often you will click it, skim all of 3 lines and then hop on Twitter and talk about how outraged you are. Sure, we are just as to blame for letting it happen to us, but most of us used to have at least some trust in the media. But after SEVERAL severely awfully false hit pieces that were headline news for almost months, many of us have started staying away from MSM.

What incidents might I be talking about?

Covington Catholic controversy (Almost every media outlet took a 7 second clip and ran with it. Turns out, there was a full 2hr video out there, and the Native American man, whom CNN interviewed, lied his ass off. Most media also chose to ignore the VERY beginning of the video which showcased a group called The Black Hebrew Israelites. These individuals, called Trump a homosexual, called the Native Americans there "Uncle Tomahawk", and said Gay people should not have rights. THESE CATHOLIC STUDENTS, were appalled by this statement. But what did we see in the media? "Racist Maga hat kid threatens and blocks the path of a Poor innocent Native American man."

Duke Lacrosse. Years after these kids were crucified by the Media and many others, the girl actually came out saying it never happened. You know who reported on this? Next to no one.

Ferguson. Now as controversial as this one is, the media took and RAN with it. What followed after the skewed coverage was a cult like gathering that led to phrases like, "hands up don't shoot" and "oink oink, bang bang". But Obama had the issue federally investigated. Both witnesses and the coroner report said basically the same thing. That he was aggressively wrestling with the cop trying to take his gun. But, it's too late. Now all cops are evil, and Democrat politicians are quoting it like it happened yesterday, and claiming the cop guilty. Why? Because MSM already got what they needed. They radicalized the individuals they wanted, people who will come back to them for, "facts".

And what does all of this boil down to? A video that made me write this out.

2 things need to be said here. 1. The "manifesto" as it were, was actually debunked to have been uploaded by the shooter, by the site admin himself. As well as several other sources. 2. If, by some chance the manifesto was real, and he had someone upload it for him, he mentions several liberal talking points, like universal basic income, saving the environment, among other left policies.

But this brings me back to both the beginning and to this story. Assuming for a moment, the manifesto was his. How did this happen? Most of you might just jump and say, "RACIST NAZIS", or something slightly more colorful. But here is the thing. MSM is partly responsible for all of this. Assuming the conspiracy that the CIA or FBI is responsible is false, I agree with the YouTuber in the picture. I believe that if you belittle and berate someone enough over time, you can cause them to do extreme things. I mean look at this site. Look at Twitter. Look at MSM. "White people bad", "white people are evil" "K*LL all whites" "white privilege", "fuck men", "male tears", "man spreading", "mansplaining", "Yes all men". All of this. This is popular. This is a trend. And it's unacceptable. Because frankly, it's basically bullying someone into a corner. Personally? I've been told by a few companies that are scared of social justice warriors and the online hate mob, that their company is actively not hiring white individuals. And I wish, REALLY WISH, I was making that up.

Is it any wonder, that people who go to the internet as an escape end up in a low point in their lives and then decide to do something awful? And it's the same with school shootings too. The news puts out, the name, ethnicity, how tall they are, and their entire life story, for weeks at a time. And now for much longer, because they support the desire to ban guns. So they need these things to happen more often. So the glorify the shooter, and keep talking about him/them for months. But here is where the story gets fun.

Columbine's shooting, was actually supposed to be a bombing. The kids who did it? Not the "school losers" the media talked about. The trench coat club? They were not even apart of it. More info on that here. As well as other places on Google.

More or less This video covers what the media got wrong in their rush to cover everything. What they did not intend on, was making these two boys heros to those bullied in school. Mostly boys, who are torn down and told they aren't enough, that they don't matter, they are isolated, bullied, harassed. So they look for someone who stood up to their bullies. What they were given, was a sociopath who manipulated a suicidal boy into helping him commit mass murder. Almost all of MSM were quick to say they were bullied into it. What's worse however, is Parkland. The Parkland 5, (the students whom MSM propped up for months) one of them came out admitting, that she bullied the guy who shot up the school. Said he was weird and that she needed to do it. This is one of the teens the media has PROPPED UP, saying we should listen to their infinite wisdom. A girl who is probably half responsible for the shooting.

Start paying attention. Start doing research. And for the love of all that is holy, STOP BULLYING PEOPLE! I don't care what your narrative is, or what it means. IE:

White people are human

Black people are human

Hispanic people are human

Gay people are human

Strait people are human

Women are human

Men are human

Stop normalizing anything to the contrary. Because when you do, you become part of the problem.

TL;DR The media only cares about themselves and clicks. They don't care who they radicalize, so long as you keep giving them traffic. Which for them is money. Do your research, look into things, and don't bully people. I'm looking at you progressives.

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I fully intend to live longer than most term life insurance policies cover! Whole life is more practical, to my way of thinking.""

Anyone know insurance groups?

need to know the insurance group dif between a standard 1993 mr2 and a 93 mr2 turbo

Not sure how much condo insurance to get?

I'm in the process of buying a condo, and I need to have condo insurance set up. However, I'm not really sure how much insurance I need on a condo. The homeowners association covers everything on the outside, so I would only need to cover walls-in. This is what I've come up with after doing a quote: Contents Amount: $50,000 Building Property Coverage: $15,000 Condominium Loss Assessments: $1,000 Deductible: $500 Earthquake Deductible: 2% Personal Liability: $300,000 Medical Payments to Others: $1,000 The condo is selling for $125,900. I really don't have a lot of furniture, and what I do have is all hand-me-downs. I have a four year old, so all the furniture and stuff that comes along with having a kid. I don't have really nice jewelry. I have a 32inch hd tv, computer (i paid 150 for it, so nothing fancy lol), and a kindle fire, wii....that's about it for electronics. I want to make sure I have enough coverage if something happens with counters/floor/walls/etc, but I don't want to be unnecessarily paying a high insurance bill. Any suggestions? Also, is earthquake or identity theft something that would be good to add in? I live in Iowa so earthquakes aren't really an issue...but is that one of those you never know, so at least you're covered things?""

I need health insurance in california?

i really need health insurance i have a really bad sinus problem & ADD i already had a surgery in the past for my sinus problem and i had healthy families insurance and they paid for it and they used to pay the office visits too my mom only paid $5 copay and since i turned 19 i cant have that insurance anymore is the some other insurance that is full coverage and is not very expensive? i already tried getting medical but did not qualify and i dont have a job because everyone is getting laid off over here

How much would insurance be?

In the next couple months I'll be in the market for a 2006-2008 7series BMW. I'm 17 and this would be my second car. Approximately how much would I be paying a month for the insurance? Thanks in advance.

Where can I search for health insurance that's right for me?

I'm looking for affordable health insurance. Is there a website where I can compare rates and benefits of different health insurance providers side by side?

Cheapest car insurance for teenagers?

I have a 16 year old what insurance is the cheapest to put her on

""If I start paying my car insurance, and then change my name, would my dad find out?""

I'm almost 20 years old, I recently moved back in with my mother and my father gave me a car. As of now my father pays for the insurance, and the car is in his name. He also has a GPS installed in it. I'm going to be moving across the state this year, but will put the car in my name and pay for it's insurance beforehand. I will also finally be changing my name (first and last). I don't want him to know about my name change. Though they are public records, I know, would he be informed in any way by looking at any document to do with my car? Would insurance or anything contact him in any way if I pay for it?""

Can a 17 year old get insurance in her name in mo?

I'm 17 and i have my own car, dont live at home 2 hours away to be spacific, have a job and a son i turn 18 really soon and i was just wondering is it possible to get insurance in my name? Its in the baby daddys name right now but its like 200 dollars a month and i think its so high because his age sex and criminal record and his wrecks. For me i have never been in a car wreck or in trouble with the law and attending GED classes until school starts back up and then im going to take my ged at the school and get my hs diploma ive heard if your attending school or what not there are discounts. Any way please just answer my ? all rude comments will be deleted thanks!!!""

Temporary Car insurance?

I just got my first car (I'm 17 years old) and I need it to go to school which is a good 80 miles away. On top of that I need to find a job which I couldn't do because I didn't have a car. However I can't drive my car because it doesn't have any insurance on it and the insurance is incredibly expensive. For now I just need it to go job hunting. Is there such thing as a temporary car insurance or maybe a waiver for students or SOMETHING that I can use?

Help with insurance claim on exotic sports car?

My car ---an exotic sports model--- was damaged in a parking lot collision tonight. (My car was parked and struck by a guy who wasn't looking ahead.) Even if a 100% repair can be effected, the value of the car will be forever diminished because of the car's blemished history. People who buy these cars simply will not pay top dollar if the history shows any sort of collision repair. Of course the other guy's insurance is not going to want to give me an extra few grand to cover my eventual loss. What can I do to be covered? Would I have to sue for something like that? (Or CAN I, or SHOULD I...) As it is, I think my car loses AT LEAST $5,000, maybe $10,000 at resale (even with a perfect repair).""

Getting insurance under my name?

I currently live in NJ. I'm planning on switching insurance companies and i would like to put it under my name. I'm currently under my dad's policy and he is the owner of the car. But, for me to get my own insurance, i need to transfer to title under my name. But, it says that you need proof of insurance before you can transfer the title. Is my dad's insurance (which is the current insurance for the car) good enough for proof?""

Can having your car insurance cancelled lower your credit score?

My friend just talked to some other people that have the same card (Cabela's Visa) and they had the same thing happen to them.  They all have good credit and pay all their bills on time and usually in full, but Cabela's dropped their credit limits drastically.  I think it is just Cabela's.    Thanks to everyone that answered anyway.  It turned out to be a whole different issue.

Cost of insurance for 1999 mustang?

im 16, did the full drivers ed course- should get me some discount. live in Connecticut prob gonna drive 5-7kmiles annually car already has 122k mi. car is black, v6 model standard. bought it for 2k$ HELP ME OUT A LITTLE, HOW MUCH WOULD MY INSURANCE COST?""

How can i get cheap insurance?

I'am going to be 17 soon and i going to buy a car so i was wondering what car should i buy or what shoul i do to get cheap insurance, because at the moment it's cost about 3.500 and that just too expensive... help please""

Insurance boyfriend and girlfriend.?

Well as topic says I need an insurance for me and gf (I don't have one yet) and I live in newyork and she lives in georgia I need some plan that can have me and her on same thing and I can pay for it. Your help is appreciated

""Hi , i had an accident and wrote my car off, i thought id cancel insurance but insurance company say ?""

that i cant because its a credit agreement , i thought that cant be right im now paying insurance for a car that i don't have , help""

Car Insurance Help!? Will my rates go up?

Today when I got outta school, I was about to drive home and i found a huge dent on the passenger side door. So it was a hit and run I guess. Nobody left any note or anything. I drove the car home and called the cops to get a police report. the cop gave me a card with her name and the case number, but she said that if i file a claim with insurance, the company will either drop me or increase my rates. I'm a 17 year old boy and i live in maryland and im insured under geico. will my rates go up? Thanks""

Is liability insurance the same as renters insurance?

Is liability insurance the same as renters insurance?

Car insurance question?

if you let someone else drive your car , and they get in an accident , what happens? does their insurance still cover them? are you covered to fix your car? i have my friend (who has had his license way longer than i have , and who i feel is a better driver than me anyways) drive my car sometimes when we go out together is this a bad idea, and why?""

Car Insurance?

Is it possible for two brothers to be under the Named (or Names) Insured list on a car insurance statement or any paper relating to car insurance. Can two brothers be insured together?

How much insurance for a Mustang in Florida?

I'm 18 years old, and I want to get a Mustang and my insurance plan is going to be under my uncle's name (52 yrs old, but he has many records for crashing and tickets, his insurance for the Civic now is $800/ 6 months). If I get a brand new one using Progressive, AT LEAST how much it's gonna cost me for 6 months??""

Parents Insurance?

If I'm on my parents Insurance and I go to a doctors appt without them knowing will it show up on there insurence statement?

Health Insurance?

Can someone reccomend some good affordable health insurance policies for people who's work place does not have health insurance yet. I'm looking for something with good coverage that wont cost me an arm and a leg. Here is a list of things i want on this coverage in order of priority: 1.Mental Health Coverage (dont refer state and government run things because i fall through the cracks on their rules) 2.Dental (i love and want to keep me teeth) 3.Doctor visits (i dont go to the doc much even when i am sick)

Cost to insure 2008 Kawasaki Ninja 250R?

I'm 18 years old, female, live in Virginia... not sure what else you need to know for an insurance quote, but about how much would it cost to insure? Let me know if you need more info. By the way- I've heard many, many times this bike is great for beginners- is this true? What are your recommendations?""

Question about delaying the individual mandate portion of the Affordable Healthcare act.?

Since the Affordable Healthcare Act is based primarily on the individual mandate, if the mandate is delayed by 1 year, what happens to those who have already lost their current health ...show more""

What are insurance rates on a 1992 camaro?

i want to buy a camaro but need to know if insurance will cost too much on a 1992 convertible camaro?

Where can I find non-owners car insurance in Massachusetts?

I'm looking to purchase a non-owner's car insurance policy (I live in the Boston area). I do not own my own car, but since I'm still in college and I just moved home, I drive both my parents cars and my brother's car. A non-owners policy would cover me in whichever car I'm driving, and I'm just wondering if anyone could recommend a company in MA that offers this?""

Should I buy Home Owners Insurance or Renters Insurance?

I am buying a home on a land contract. Should I get home owners or renters? Also if I carry the insurance does the owner have to carry a policy too?

What is the cheapest car insurance for a new 20 year old driver in Michigan?

I dont have car yet but I just need some general information about how much im going to be paying a month. I also live in the suburbs and plan on getting a reliable,cheap,and off the theft radar car. Thanks!""

Anyone who knows about car Insurance please help?

Ok, long story short. I live in Canada, Ontario, the worst ******* place in the world to be when it comes to car insurance. I am classified as a high risk driver because of some petty thing I did, (got caught driving with my G1 license alone, when you need a passenger with at least 4 years experience) I want to know what my insurance would be now on a 1991 bmw e30 318is. I am 16 years old, my question is can I call a bunch of insurance companies and ask for quotes? I mean do I have to be at least 18 years of age to do this? Please inform me. I am pretty sure as long as I have my license beside me I can call insurance companies for quotes right? Also what do they ask? Just car Make, model, year, color, sedan or coupe, etc? What else? Sorry for sounding like a complete idiot, I am only 16 I do not know these things. Thank you very much""

What is the best/cheapest car insurance?

I am 19, I've had one ticket for driving too fast for conditions . I'm getting a new car this week, a 2002 4dr honda civic. How much should i expect to pay for insurance? And what is the best company to go through?""

Insurance in USA for people above 45 and below 60?

Hello, My parent just moved to USA (NY) a few months back and my father works at a grocery store. My parents do not have health insurance and I want to get them medical insurance somehow, something that is affordable since my father's job does not offer any health coverage. I am there only daughter and I asked my employer if I can add my parents to the my insurance policy but he said that will not be possible. My dad has been searching for a job which offers medical coverage but unfortunately it is a tuff time to find a job. My mother is suffering from Sciatica pain she went to one of the walk in clinics and got the medicine and ended up paying 200$ which did not do any good. Any suggestions how I can resolve this issue?""

""How much do braces cost in los angeles, without insurance?""

I don't really have crooked teeth. My bottom teeth are straight... and my top teeth look straight from a frontal shot, but in reality one of my canine teeth is a little higher and outward then the rest. I want to straighten that one out. How much do braces cost without insurance? in cash! thakns""

How does health insurance work in the USA?

I wanna visit but I keep hearing crazy stories of how going to a hospital makes you bankrupt :/

How much would my insurance cost if i an a new driver age 16 in CT without a car ( i just use my parents car)?

My parents are good drivers and have no real accident record and i havre no criminal record and get decent grades. my dad saqys rates would go up 1500 dollars is he being accuratge?

Question about unemployment Insurance In california?

I have to send my form on the 12 of december. If i dont send it by that time.say about a week later will it be a problem? when is the latest i can send it through the mail? anyone know?

Why should someone who is say 40 get cheaper car insurance than a 17 year old?

If for instance they passed on the same day, why should a 17 year be categorised as less responsible than a 40 year old in terms of driving ability? Particularly when chances are due to the insurance gaps and most probably the earnings of these two hypothetical people the 40 year old would be able to afford a more powerful car...""

Can having your car insurance cancelled lower your credit score?

My friend just talked to some other people that have the same card (Cabela's Visa) and they had the same thing happen to them.  They all have good credit and pay all their bills on time and usually in full, but Cabela's dropped their credit limits drastically.  I think it is just Cabela's.    Thanks to everyone that answered anyway.  It turned out to be a whole different issue.

Insurance Coverage?

HI I was in accident about 5 Month ago..I was seen by a doctors but I stopped going becuase I didn't have that much pain. Now I started having all this pain on my legs..so My question is, if I go see a doctor now, does my insurance covers it. Thank you for your advice..""

""I bought a good life insurance for my family, Just how much does McCain loves 303 million Americans?""

I bought a good life insurance for my family, Just how much does McCain loves 303 million Americans?""

Which is best general insurance to take?

I can pay 2000rs/annam.I need Health & Mediclaim Policy. My Requirements -- Maximum coverage of insurance.Should cover all diseases including new diseases which will come in future(i have worried about swin flu a new arraival in 2009). My age is 27years.

How much should I pay for liability insurance for a non-profit?

I'm from a non-profit volunteer organization that wants its volunteers to teach a 16-session class. Normally, we teach in a local high school, but given the time in the school year, I would like to teach in a public/community setting over the summer. In order to get a public place (library; community center) to host this class, I need to take out liability insurance. I've asked my supervisor whether our organization has liability (no response yet). If we don't currently have it, what is an affordable company to buy it from? How much should my organization pay for a minimal premium?""

What is the difference between term insuarnce and whole life insurance?

What is the difference between term insuarnce and whole life insurance?

Cheap auto insurance?? PLEASE? :(?

My friend she needs car insurance or her car will get repossessed. She's 19 and has only had her license for a year and is being financed a vehicle($200 monthly payments-in 2yrs it'll be payed off). She doesn't have a steady job yet but she's starting college at hcc this fall. She's living with her mom right now. The downfall is that she's already gotten a speeding ticket and hasn't had insurance for 6 or 7months. She needs a non-'name-brand' auto insurance. The cheapest offer so far was $406 a month and she can't afford that. By the way..this is in florida. Can you please inform me of a cheap car insurance place? It doesn't have to be any good..just cheap...thankyou..

Why does it make car insurance a lot cheaper when i add a younger girl than me as a named driver?

i got told to add someone younger than me on my car insurance to make it affordable, she's 17 and I am but she's younger than me, she has a provisional liscence. Is this illegal?""

Do you pay car insurance every month or every six months?

Need it for the class I'm in now. Help quick!

What insurance companies call sports cars?

im a 15 years old and my dad says i cant get a sports car cause i cant afford insurance on it so i want to no if there's a list of all the cars they call sports cars

DUI in CA - how much will my car insurance go up?

I was convicted of a DUI and soon I'll be eligible for a resticted license. I have to have an ignition interlock device installed, and file an SR-22 with my insurance company (Anchor General Insurance). I have not told them yet as I am not yet eligible. I called and they said that they do accept people with DUIs. I am currently paying $77 per month for full coverage. I'm male, 29 years old. How much can I expect my insurance cost to rise once I file the SR-22?""

Maternity on new Insurance?

Hi, I will be relocating jobs and will then have to get onto my new job's insurance. Just wondering, is maternity often available with applying with a new insurance? Could it be considered a pre-exisiting condition? Also, with insurance, would it cover all my ob/gyn visits? New to this, need info! Thanks, in advance!""

Looking into farm bureau insurance in louisiana need help?

Farm Bureau is the cheapest insurance I can afford here but do I have to be a member to get auto insurance through them? I am only 19 will they insure someone my age?

How much do you think my car insurance might cost? HELP PLEASE!?

I'm a new driver. I'm 26 years old. I want full coverage. I live in New Jersey. The amount of the might be 8,000 and Nissan 2007-2010. If anyone have any advice for me, that will help me choice the best car insurance. It would be appreciated. I'm still open to a different car.""

Fake insurance??

Hello my friend want to register his car under fake insurance. He wonder wat will happen if he go register it with that fake insurance?

Question about unemployment Insurance In california?

I have to send my form on the 12 of december. If i dont send it by that time.say about a week later will it be a problem? when is the latest i can send it through the mail? anyone know?

Advise please im looking for a cheapest and reliable car insurance i?

For my honda civic 2012 LX, thank you!""

Car insurance: Hybrid or conventional?

For a vehicle that is available in hybrid HEV and conventional drive train, which one costs more in vehicle insurance? and what is the difference?""

When does insurance go down for minors? at 18 or 21?

im wondering because i am getting a car and i am 17 and i am wondering if i should just wait till im 18 to get it cheaper or if i should just be on my parents plan

Does a Dodge Dart have sports car insurance?

If i buy a dodge dart Rallye and it has the 1.4L turbo engine, will i have to pay for sports car insurance?I have statefarm..""

How much should I be looking for to pay for car insurance?

Its a 98 ford escort with 127,000 miles and it has a salvage title""

Where can I get affordable Health Insurance asap?

Where can I get affordable Health Insurance asap?

If i dont have car insurance can i still drive?

my name is not on the car insurance for my dads car, and he said i cant drive because my name is not on the insurance.""

Classic (1964-1972) Mustang Reliability/Maintenance/Insura...

Hi guys, I am looking to get a classic mustang convertible as my first car/college car. Is this a good idea? I know its not the most reliable, but for the kind of money I have I think it is the coolest and most fun car I can buy. What are the reliability/maintenance/insurance like? thank you!""

Would my insurance policy rate go up?

If I report a hit and run to my insurance company would my policy rate go up?

Cheap car insurance for a 17 year old?

Hi iv just bought a Volkswagen Golf S 1.4l engine and can only get quotes for car insurance of around 4k - 11k. Does anyone know of any insurance companies who can offer a lot less on insurance for teenagers? Thanks

Can having your car insurance cancelled lower your credit score?

My friend just talked to some other people that have the same card (Cabela's Visa) and they had the same thing happen to them.  They all have good credit and pay all their bills on time and usually in full, but Cabela's dropped their credit limits drastically.  I think it is just Cabela's.    Thanks to everyone that answered anyway.  It turned out to be a whole different issue.

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This is really sweet for Patty (who looks like they are a boy chicken). I also love the idea of having animals on school premises for students to learn about and care for.

I'm not vegan, nor am I vegetarian. I don't agree with the how livestock intended for food is taken care of. The birds in the beginning of the video were ill (gasping for breath, lethargic, wounded), covered in their fecal matter, and probably dying before they could begin to be processed. As a consumer and someone who cares deeply about animals, these horrible conditions are an outrage.

Animals have feelings and are intelligent creatures (some more so than others). I believe that food should be sourced responsibly and that animals intended for slaughter should be given the best possible life before they are humanely dispatched. The birds in the video clearly didn't have the best life before being processed.

A lot of the domestic animals that we are familiar with have been selectively bred for centuries to be what they are today. Dairy cattle produce way more milk than is necessary for one calf and would be uncomfortable if they weren't milked. Chickens bred for egg laying can lay eggs daily. Chickens bred for meat put on weight at an astonishing rate (cornish crosses like Patty are a fairly young cross developed to sustain consumer demand within the last few decades) and cannot survive very long without constant intervention.

Cornish crosses were developed so that they would put on weight at a fast speed so that there was a quick turn around. A quick Google search determines that they can be slaughtered between the ages 4 and 7 weeks (I'm more familiar with between 6 and 8 weeks) - often putting on around a pound a week. A chicken not bred for meat would be about 14 weeks of age before reaching an acceptable weight for butchering, and in my experience non-meat breeds still don't have near the weight that cornish crosses do. The weight that the crosses put on is not healthy or sustainable for the individual. If one intends to keep them alive past their typical slaughter age, they must be on a restricted diet and exercised (it is possible to keep them alive). However, if the restrictions aren't put in place, the weight often leads to heart problems and they cannot support their weight for very long and won't be able to move of their own accord.

I've seen these chicks in the feed store and they are voracious eaters. Often chickens who are forced to live in confined conditions with others will be "debeaked". The beaks is cut off at a spot just behind where beaks growth occurs (chicken beaks will continue to grow but are kept short by natural behaviors). Aggression increases with a decrease in space for (if I remember correctly) every species. They would cannibalize each other if they weren't debeaked in the conditions many are kept in. A standard sized chicken needs a minimum of 10 sq ft. Often they'll be packed in an enclosure (be it a cage or commercial "free-range") to maximize efficiency of the operation. (I have roughly 4,000 sq ft for my 31 chickens and they still have squabbles)

My belief is that western society at large has been greatly removed from how food is produced/raised before being purchased. There is a disconnect that leads to undereducated consumers perpetuating horrible practices and so much food waste its sickening.

Everyone has circumstances that influence their diet. Not everyone can be vegetarian or vegan. I would like to point out that one of the strong arguments that I've seen for vegetarianism and veganism is that animals have feelings and they're intelligent beings (not all that far removed from ourselves). I would like to point out that science has learned a lot about plants, especially in more recent times, and now know that plants do communicate with one another, they can anticipate things that happen in the environment and react, and they can feel sensations. Often times the agricultural practices of western societies is monocultural which is horrible for the environment and choice crops are defended from wildlife by killing off the animals that are trying to live in that area and/or trying to eat the crop. Orangutans are slaughtered for eating the fruit that palm oil is developed from. Lemurs are losing their homes for production of vanilla bean plants. Mice and fawns are regularly killed by machines used in agriculture (despite humans trying to avoid them).

The point is, be a responsible consumer. Businesses have no choice but to listen to us if we demand they change their practices because we are what keep them alive.

Added for cuteness: Jelly Bean being an adorable chicky. She'll be two in a few months.

Patty’s journey from a slaughterhouse truck to an animal sanctuary 💚