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I know this is high key different from my usual posts, but can we talk about how there are clear mental illnesses in Blue Lock? And they're shown, yk, you can see them, but it's not really talked about. Like, I know that I sound like like those BL fans reaching but. I canât be the only one who was worried for Nagi going home by himself, because to me, he's always shown signs of depression, in my opinion. So I did not like the fact of him being alone in his apartment with his thoughts.đ
And thatâs just one example! Barou to me looks like he has OCD, Bachira to me looks like schizophrenia, Nagi depression, Isagi social Anxiety, Hiroi depression, this example isnât mental illness but Rin Abandonment issues, Sae is emotionally withdrawn, donât even get me STARTED on Kaiser bruh.
I feel like the author of BL does a great job of SHOWING these issues but I feel like he, he teases the idea of going deeper into these issues and thatâs it. I feel like acknowledging it would take BL to a whole different level of maturity in showing how mental health and sports tie into each other. Just acknowledging does a lot for the story. It doesnât have to be giant thing it could be something as simple as Reo physically checking up on Nagi to make sure heâs ok. And the author CAN do that which is the frustrating part. If he can write a character as deep as Kaiser then I feel like he can simply acknowledge mental health.
Anyways thatâs it for my little Blue Lock rant I plan on finishing up the âWaves and Sunscreenâ request today :)
#blue lock#blue lock x reader#bluelock#marie writes#open requests#blue lock imagines#bllk nagi#mikage reo#michael kaiser#itoshi rin#sae itoshi#mental health#mental illness#mental heath awareness#yapping#mini rant#rant post#sorry for the rant#rant#bluelock headcanons
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My brother dressed up as lock shock and barrel

Just to note this is one person
And yes my mom put this whole thing together in less than a week
#halloween#lock shock and barrel#halloween town#nightmare before christmas#shock#my mom is iconic and I canât believe she still works in the heath industry when she can do this.
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Random Heartstopper images #110
#random heartstopper images#just because#why not?#heartstopper#things i love about heartstopper#alice oseman#osemanverse#heartstopperdaily#heartstopper netflix#tori spring#charlie spring#jenny walser#joe locke#my obsession with heartstopper and the osemanverse#lgbtqia+#gay#asexual#queer#heartstopper season 3#i love the osemanverse#i love heartstopper#queer tv#queer stories#heartstopper and the osemanverse#heartstopper randomness#the best show on netflix#netflix and chill#netflix#... the never ending heartstopper images#mental heath awareness
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christen is so me actually
#i read so many books in 2020 i was living the life locked up in my house#tobin heath#christen press
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Because itâs midnight and shit has been going on today (itâs actually really good) I decided to finally post all of my old sparklecare ocs redesigns that started in 2024 and ended in January (not tagging sparklecare for very obvious reasons)
Here they all are, I donât remember if I ever posted Harryâs redesign before but I donât care right now.
These guys have always meant a lot to me, especially Harry, and Iâm very proud with how all of them turned out. I donât have proper rewritten lore for them other than theyâre all college kids (along with Vio, I donât remember if Vio ever was posted, if my brother sees this please inform me as I currently donât remeber) and friends.
Eventually Iâll get to redesigning my cometkids (get them far away from their original source) but thatâs a lot and it will probably take a while (and also my ass cannot focus on one thing for too long lol) so if you want to, look forward for when I redesign and recreate those funky fellas
Now Iâm gonna try and sleep lol
#ranger's art#larry talks#technically#moonlit ghosts#harry locke#seth lawrence#boone lester#christopher turner#chryssie knight#imp sheppard#wesley heath#sfw furry#anthro#furry#furry oc#idk what else to tag this honestly#iâm too tired to for this lmao
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you simply have to feel strongly either way I donât think anyone can completely love both at the same time
#heartstopper#happy gays#kit connor#nick nelson#charlie spring#joe locke#brokeback mountain#sad gay men#jake gyllenhaal#heath ledger#ennis del mar#jack twist#lgbtq#lgbtqia#lgbt pride#i need answers#choose your fighter
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Reclaiming Restful Nights: My Experience with Prostastream Supplements
As men age, prostate health becomes an increasingly important concern. Frequent nighttime urination and an overall decline in urinary function can significantly disrupt sleep and impact quality of life.After experiencing these issues myself, I decided to try Prostastream supplements, and I'm glad to report a positive shift in my urinary health and overall well-being.Addressing the Root Cause with Natural IngredientsProstastream's focus on natural ingredients resonated with me. The formula includes a blend of herbs and botanicals like saw palmetto, beta-sitosterol, and cranberry extract, all known for their potential benefits in promoting prostate health.These ingredients work synergistically to reduce inflammation, support healthy urinary flow, and potentially even shrink an enlarged prostate.While individual results may vary, in my case, Prostastream has effectively addressed the underlying issues causing my frequent urination.Restful Nights and Improved Quality of LifeSince incorporating Prostastream into my daily routine, I've experienced a significant improvement in my sleep quality.The need to wake up multiple times during the night to use the restroom has significantly decreased, allowing me to enjoy uninterrupted sleep and wake up feeling more refreshed.This newfound ability to sleep soundly has had a positive ripple effect on my energy levels and overall well-being.
Beyond Urinary Health: Potential Additional BenefitsInterestingly, Prostastream seems to have offered additional benefits beyond just improving my urinary function.I've noticed an improvement in bladder control and a reduction in urgency, further enhancing my overall sense of well-being.It's important to note that these additional benefits may not be experienced by everyone, but in my case, Prostastream has provided a holistic approach to prostate health.A Safe and Trustworthy ChoiceProstastream is manufactured in a GMP-certified facility and is free from harsh chemicals or stimulants. This commitment to quality and safety gives me peace of mind knowing I'm consuming a reliable product.Additionally, the company offers a generous money-back guarantee, demonstrating their confidence in the effectiveness of their formula.Overall, my experience with Prostastream supplements has been positive. The natural ingredients, noticeable improvement in urinary function, and potential additional benefits make it a valuable addition to my prostate health regimen.If you're seeking a natural approach to managing prostate health and improving sleep quality, I highly recommend giving Prostastream a try.
#mental heath suppor#heatlthy#health tips#health & fitness#medicine#i need sleep#sleeping beauty#i just wanna sleep#rest#dreams#i should be sleeping#sleeping music#sleeping cat#sleeping with sirens#sleep#nap#nostalgia#nature#jujutsu kaisen#blue lock#japan
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The Belgian Recon Job
Honestly can't believe I managed to write this thing, but here it is! Just a one-shot for now with the potential for more chapters to be added. Check out this Eliot-backstory fic, as told from Toby's perspective, here.
Toby Heath enjoys his life as a top chef for prestigious restaurants. But when a late-night chance encounter brings him face to face with his own mortality, he has a choice: Fight for his life against an assassin Or Try something else entirely.
#leverage#eliot spencer#toby heath#my writing#fanfic#honestly never expected to actually finish this first chapter#i have sooo many plans for more chapters but seriously doubt if i'll ever write them#still i'm super pleased with it#came out better than i hoped#edit: forgot to mention you'll need to be logged in to view it#đ¤Śđźââď¸#i keep all my fics locked now due to ai scalping fics#same username on ao3 as on here
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Anonymous sex + hair pulling with seungcheol please!đĽş
so this is actually for you and for a monster request too, because idk anon sex seems like perfect for a halloween party and people wearing masks - anywayyy, hope you like this because nothing but smut for once, so happy reading i hope
⥠kat

bingo squares: anon sex + hair pulling + mask wearing
pairing: choi seungcheol / f!reader
summary:Â y/n is dressed as a cat for halloween and has an encounter with a masked stranger who seems to love everything about her
word count:Â 1.5 k
genre: college au, halloween party,
Rating: 18+, MDNI, explicit
warnings below cut - plz take tags seriously
warnings: explicit language, drinking, anon sex (some ppl may consider this dubcon, i don't - so read at your own risk), implied cheating (but bf sounds like an idiot so pfft), fingering, penetrative sex, rough sex, squirting, cream pie, implied omorashi, gaping, size kink
the halloween party was so loud. y/n had already had more than one drink - she loved the phisâ punch more than anyone elseâs. âgreen god damnâ was always the right way to start a night, especially a halloween night.Â
she was there with her boyfriend. she was a sexy cat, and he was dressed as the joker - the heath ledger one maybe? she wasnât sure because she had gotten bored listening to him. besides, she had always weirdly found the jared leto version hotter - something about a gaunt dude with huge eyes and silver teeth that she just liked the idea of.Â
as she walked around that night, sheâd had the oddest sensation that someone was watching her. even as she stood at the edge of things, leaning against a wall, sipping her drink, she couldnât shake the feeling of eyes following her. but with everyone in costume, it was difficult to tell what was real and what was maybe her imagination.Â
at least until she started to walk into the bathroom and felt someone close behind her. she barely had a chance to turn around before she was being pushed against the bathroom wall and kissed roughly by someone in a mask.Â
his lips were warm and the way he licked into her was so good, she whimpered in pleasure.Â
when she felt him pick her up, she squeezed her thighs tightly around him, as he pressed her fully against the wall. he didnât break their kiss. it was intense and sloppy. he was delicious.Â
she held onto his shoulders, as he leaned back just enough, âyouâre just so perfect tonight, kitten, couldnât resist anymore,â he murmured.Â
she moaned quietly, âyou like how i look tonight?â she asked, her hands gliding along his shoulders to the back of his neck.Â
she thought of asking who he was, but she was having fun with this.Â
he nodded, âyeah, baby, you make a perfect little cat, and i know you have a perfect little pussy just begging to be fucked,â his lips brushed her skin as he spoke - his breath warm against her throat.Â
she nodded, her fingers twining in his hair, âthink youâll fit all that inside me?â she asked, shifting her hips just enough so her ass teased the top of his hard cock. even without touching him, she knew he was huge and already hard for her.Â
âdonât worry, kitten, iâll make sure youâre good and full,â his lips still teased her skin as he spoke.Â
she could feel goose flesh breaking out on her arms at the sound of his voice, so low and sexy. and her stomach flipping around in excitement and anticipation. she wanted his cock, wanted all of him crammed inside her.Â
she jumped slightly when someone banged on the locked door.Â
she could feel him smile, âitâs okay baby, thereâs more than one bathroom,â he reassured her.Â
she nodded, watching the door for a moment, but she was quickly distracted when she felt his fingers sliding the crotch of her black leotard to the side. his fingers circled her clit gently before plunging into her. she threw her head back, moaning at the feeling of being stuffed full with three fingers.Â
âfuck, kitten, youâre already soaking for me,â he hummed, sounding satisfied, âwish i had time to eat you, do all the things i know you need,â his voice was gentle. and knowing.Â
and while the feeling of his fingers entering her was perfection, it was nothing compared to the sweet feeling that spread through her as he began working them deep inside her, and scissoring them open. the pads of his fingertips pushed against her slick walls - he was really stretching her first, prepping her for his dick.Â
she pulled his hair more, groaning softly at the feeling. she wasnât used to so much foreplay.Â
âgo deeper,â she gasped, âreally stretch me.â
she wanted to sink down on his fingers - she loved the way he was playing with her. she knew she was wet, but when she felt her first orgasm rip through her - her cunt spasming around his fingers, clenching tightly around them. she shivered in ecstasy, and her thigh muscles gave way as her pussy leaked.Â
she was thankful that he held her in place. she leaned against him, relaxed as his fingers kept working inside her.Â
âyouâre so tight, sweetheart, need you to come again before i can fuck you,â he whispered against her temple, kissing her softly.Â
she nodded, âstretch me out so i can take all of you,â she mumbled against his neck, âwant to be full of you,â she babbled.Â
she yelped softly when she felt him add his fourth finger, working them in and out, the drag was slow and controlled at first. and then they started to go deeper and open wider. and when he pushed his fingers in to his knuckles, she gasped, her fingernails digging into his shoulder. she wished she could see how stretched she was.Â
she was shivering again, her body overwhelmed and excited, âoh, fuck,â she whined, âgonna come again,â she whimpered and pulled his hair roughly as she did. her pussy gushed even as it clamped down on his fingers.Â
âso good for me, kitten,â he whispered as he slowly pulled his fingers free, âi always knew you would be messy.â
she nodded, âhe gets annoyed,â she whispered.Â
he hummed in response, âhmm, and here iâd love to watch you soak my sheets.â
she nuzzled against him, nodding, âyou like it messy?â
he nodded and nipped gently at her throat, âi do, but letâs see how much you like my cock,â he laughed softly as she felt the his fat head parting her.Â
she moaned gently, as she felt herself slide down the length of his cock. he had to have the most perfect cock - she could feel his tip pressing against her cervix and she knew she was open - she was almost sure that if he pulled out, she would be left gaping the rest of the night.Â
she gripped his shoulders tightly while he fucked her from below. all she could feel was his cock, nothing else existed.Â
her pussy was already aching, but she had the idea that keeping it inside would feel so good. she was sure she could fall asleep happily with his dick inside her.Â
she could hear him grunting as he worked his hips slowly, methodically. every movement was so smooth, and every time he thrusted into her, the head of his cock pounded against her cervix. she wished the tiny hole would open for him, but she liked the way he kept battering it, thrusting harder and harder as he was getting close to his own orgasm.Â
she felt his fingers on her clit, âhave to come with me, kitten,â he grunted, âneed to feel you dripping around me,â he groaned.Â
his thrusts were rough and coming fast - he was pounding her and playing with her clit. she knew she was whining and moaning, pulling his hair and her fingernails marking any skin she could find.Â
and suddenly she was seeing stars - her entire body writhing and shaking with pleasure as her pussy gushed and clamped down on him greedily.Â
he reacted quickly, fucking into her recklessly, âyeah, baby girl, so fucking good for me, making such a mess for me,â he groaned roughly and she felt all of his cum hitting deep inside her. he was filling her, emptying everything he had inside her tight walls.Â
she was amazed that he still held her in place after he came. he pressed against her, his cock still hard and filling her.Â
âwant to stay like this,â he mumbled.Â
she nodded, âfeels so perfect.â
even when they finally pulled apart and she could feel the mix of his cum and hers leaking down her thighs, she still didnât want it to end.Â
she held his shoulder as she reached down, her finger experimentally teasing her opening.Â
he watched her for a moment, âhow does it feel, baby girl?â
she smiled, âstill open, but i wish i were gaping for you - i want to see my pussy gaping,â she whined softly.Â
she felt his fingers join hers. she shivered and grasped him tightly as her knees gave slightly at the realization of both their fingers fitting easily inside her. Â
âi think youâre more open than you realize,â he offered.Â
she nodded, fucking her fingers into herself, feeling him take over and guide her own fingers deep inside her - she came quickly, quivering and gasping and suddenly drenching both their fingers.Â
he laughed softly, kissing her, pulling back, âyou held through all of that and just now is when you let go?âÂ
she nodded meekly. he kissed her again, âlove how you do all the filthy things i like,â he whispered as he pulled away.Â
without a thought, she leaned forward and roughly bit his throat. she knew she would leave a mark. she couldnât recognize him with the mask, but she would recognize him the next day.Â
âËâĄ
the next day, she went to grab lunch with friends from the night before, she was surprised to notice seungcheolâs throat. she kept glancing at it nervously. but she couldnât help catching up with him as they were leaving.
âcan we talk?â she asked
he smiled, the same little knowing look sheâd seen the night before.
a/n: yes literally smut the whole way, low key hope they get together tho ^^
⥠kat
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A special note from Christen to you, The Reimaginers:
They say athletes die two deaths.
On August 14, 2022, Tobin Heath played her final match. Goodbye football, hello purgatory. While not knowing when death may take us terrifies civilians and athletes alike, for Tobin, the hardest part of this journey may have been not knowing that it had already come.Â
When Tobin calls my cell phone, an image that a fan drew of her juggling a soccer ball pops up on my screen. The ball has been attached to her foot since she was four years old. If she ever lost it for the next 30 years, sheâd hunt it down so fiercely and so competitively, it scared opposing players and teammates all the same. A game face so mean, itâd make you wonder if she was truly having fun. But donât be fooled. She was, indeed, having fun.Â
What I learned about Tobin early and often was that while she herself believed and insisted that she was playing for the love of it, football was something more. The ball was a lifestyle. An identity. A reason for being. With the ball at her foot, she learned to dream⌠to believe in herself. She learned the power of hard work and the magic of teamwork. As a young girl, she escaped her family troubles on wet grass pitches in the forests of New Jersey. She learned focus and friendship. She learned how to play the long game. The pillars of football became the pillars of her life.Â
When it was time to leave home, the ball introduced her to the first group of peers that ever understood her. Growing up, she never knew there were others like her. Gals that dreamed of greatness. Those damn Tar Heels. They gave her the best years of her life. She left college with infinite memories, unbreakable bonds, and three national championships. She spent countless hours training in a dark stadium after it was long closed and locked.Â
Over the next few years of her life, football showed her love. It came in the form of Godâs greatest gift to us all: Women. Living near her aunt Loraine in Atlanta for the last year of her life. Sneaking through the window to see her first girlfriend. Her motherâs pain about it, prayers over it, and then acceptance. Romantic dates in three languages under the Eiffel Tower, accompanied by Godâs second greatest gift to us all: Baguettes.Â
And then, there was Portland. A place so special that for the first time since being away from her family, she finally felt at home again. In Portland, she built the first womenâs soccer fandom in the world. As 20,000 fans hooped and hollered while she nutmegged defenders, she showed them that women are great athletes. They showed her that what she did had value beyond her. Monetary value. Societal impact. The promise of progress. She saw that her lifelong love of the ball was worth something more in this world, and that passion would take care of her for the rest of her life. If you go to Portland today, youâll find dogs and children named Tobin. And a generation of young people that will only ever know a world where women are celebrated in sport.
Much of this â the friendships, the dark stadiums, the baguettes, the dogs, the NWSL Championships (yes there were 2) â wonât be widely remembered. When somebody speaks of Tobin, theyâll talk about one thing: the golden generation of the U.S. Womenâs National Team. The team that she joined at 17 years old, when she was all teeth and calves and cockiness. The team that she helped win 2 World Cup and 2 Olympic Gold medals⌠where she just may have grown into her teeth and out of her cockiness. I have no notes on the calves.
Theyâll definitely remember those larger-than-life wins. Off the field, people will remember how hard Tobin fought for the USWNT to be valued, to win equal pay. Yes, they know we won that. And yet, one of the most important legacies of the equal pay fight is that they also saw (the winningest) team (in the world) struggling and losing. And in those painful moments when we were losing, Tobinâs stubbornness and evenhandedness and unending loyalty were just as defining of that time as the headiness that ultimately came when we busted through all the barriers and shattered every ceiling trying to hold us down. This drive, this sense of purpose, this unshakable belief, are some of Tobinâs greatest strengths.Â
Tobin Heath knows about winning. Sheâs always won. And she learned it and taught it in the best locker room in the world. How laughing, dancing, yelling, crying and sharing contribute to greatness. She knows how to learn from the competition, as well as she knows how to squash them, humiliate them, and come out on top. She knows the importance of leadership, but even more so the importance of creating space for others to shine.
And so, perhaps her greatest contribution was not a win at all. It was carrying the torch â a culture â in the pursuit of greatness for all to see and follow. She messages each player that gets her first USWNT cap. She advocates in the biggest rooms with the highest stakes for folks to invest in womenâs sports. She studies the tactical nuance of the game to a degree that few will ever understand. To keep pushing our game forward. To keep carryingâŚ
How do you say goodbye to something youâre not ready to let go of? Tobin didnât. She said no. When the doctor in Manchester called in March 2021 with news of a career-ending injury, she didnât accept it. Instead, she rehabbed relentlesslyâscraping, fighting, clawing her way back onto another Olympic roster. She got the treatment. Took the injections. Signed with her childhood dream club: The Arsenal. Still: NO.
She cried. Loaded and deloaded. Scanned. Tried again. And again. She pushed through one final season in Seattle on limited minutes, but enough to score a last, defiant goal against LA at BMO Stadium. The home crowd couldnât help but cheer. No. No. No. Thereâs no measure for the effort an athlete puts into overcoming injury. No limit to the willâŚuntil, finally, there is. It was too soon, and she hadnât seen it coming.
Tobin was the one who told me that athletes die two deaths. And Tobin Heath wonât play soccer again...
But because of her, so many will.

- July 13, 2025
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Sun and Moon
Tommy Shelby x Wife!Reader Setting: Post-War Birmingham, Small Heath â late night, Tommyâs estate Summary: Tommy comes home late and hears you singing âSun and Moonâ to his son, Charlie. He doesnât interrupt â he just listens.
The hall was dim, the scent of tobacco and coal dust still clinging to Tommyâs coat as he shut the door quietly behind him. The house was asleep. Or mostly asleep.
He loosened his tie, the nightâs business still clinging to him like a second skin. But then â soft. A voice. Yours.
He froze.
The bedroom door was ajar. A golden line of candlelight spilled out into the hallway like a secret.
He stepped closer.
Through the crack in the door, he saw you â silhouetted in the soft light, sitting at the edge of Charlieâs bed. His boyâs mop of curls peeked from beneath the blanket, tiny fists tucked beneath his chin.
And you â still in your silk slip, hair a bit undone, lullaby on your lips.
âYou are sunlight and I moonâŚâ
Tommyâs breath caught in his throat. That voice â your voice â low, soft, and sure. There was something about the way you sang that line that made him feel like he was still at war, still hiding in some trench, listening to something so gentle it almost didnât belong in the same world as him.
âJoined by the gods of fortuneâŚâ
He leaned his shoulder to the wall beside the door, unseen. The house was silent save for your singing â and it didnât feel like Small Heath anymore. It felt like a dream heâd once had before France, before the tunnels, before razor blades and whiskey nights.
âSharing the skyâ
You looked down at Charlie and gently pushed back a stray lock of his hair. The boy was asleep now, or close enough, lips parted just slightly, face serene.
âWe have been blessed you and I*â*
Tommy exhaled slowly, closing his eyes just as you finished the song.
You didnât know he was there.
You leaned down and pressed a kiss to Charlieâs forehead. Then another to your wedding ring, murmuring a prayer under your breath.
Something about that cracked him open.
He didnât make his presence known. Not yet.
He stood in the hallway a little longer, listening to the silence after your song, letting it settle inside him â like the first breath after surfacing from water.
He would never tell you â but in that moment, he believed in God again.
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Writing Reference: Topographical Elements
Ideas for Naming your Fictional Places
Buildings and stones brough, burton, caster, church, cross, kirk, mill, minster, stain, stone, wark â Examples: Crossthwaite, Felixkirk, Newminster, Staines, Whitchurch
Coastline features ey, holme, hulme, hythe, naze, ness, port, sea â Examples: Bardsey, Greenhithe, Sheerness, Southport, Southsea
Dwellings and farms barton, berwick, biggin, bold, by, cote, ham, hampstead, hamton, house, scale, sett, stall, thorpe, toft, ton, wick â Examples: Fishwick, Newham, Potterton, Westby, Woodthorpe
Fields and clearings combe, croft, den, ergh, field, ham, haugh, hay, ing, land, lease, lock, meadow, rick, ridding, rode, shot, side, thwaite, wardine, worth, worthy â Examples: Applethwaite, Cowden, Smallworthy, Southworth, Wethersfield
General locations and routes bridge, ford, gate, ing, mark, path, stead, stoke, stow, street, sty, way â Examples: Epping, Horsepath, Longford, Ridgeway, Stonebridge, Streetly
Hills and slopes bank, barrow, borough, breck, cam, cliff, crook, down, edge, head, hill, how, hurst, ley, ling, lith, mond, over, pen, ridge, side, tor â Examples: Barrow, Blackdown, Longridge, Redcliff, Thornborough, Windhill
Rivers and streams batch, beck, brook, burn, ey, fleet, font, ford, keld, lade, lake, latch, marsh, mere, mouth, ore, pool, rith, wade, water, well â Examples: Broadwater, Fishlake, Mersey, Rushbrooke, Saltburn
Woods and groves bear, carr, derry, fen, frith, greave, grove, heath, holt, lea, moor, oak, rise, scough, shaw, tree, well, with, wold, wood â Examples: Blackheath, Hazlewood, Oakley, Southwold, Staplegrove
Valleys and hollows bottom, clough, combe, dale, den, ditch, glen, grave, hole, hope, slade â Examples: Cowdale, Denton, Greenslade, Hoole, Longbottom, Thorncombe
NOTE
These elements are all found in many different spellings. Old English beorg âhill, moundâ, for example, turns up as bar-, berg-, -ber, -berry, -borough, and -burgh. Only one form is given above (Thornborough).
Several items have the same form, but differ in meaning because they come from different words in Old English. For example, -ey has developed in different ways from the two words ea âriverâ and eg âislandâ. It is not always easy deciding which is the relevant meaning in a given place name.
This resource does not distinguish between forms which appear in different parts of a place name. Old English leah âforest, gladeâ, for example, sometimes appears at the beginning of a name (Lee- or Leigh-), sometimes at the end (-leigh, -ley), and sometimes alone (Leigh) (K. Cameron, 1961).
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just thinking about âme locking myself in my house for yearsâ and âleft me alone at the house by the heathâ and ânow I seem to be scared to go outsideâ vs taylor out for dinner, posting photos, football games, golf courses, public events, baseball in stadiums with her boyfriend, vibing at coachella like đĽš
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ŕź law x f!reader. (based on this ask)
law is efficient. calculated, careful and measured in everything he does â weighting the potential positive and negatives before he makes a choice. law is careful always, everywhere; even when he's in between legs.
he's always so good to you. aways so mindful of his first priorities; your safety, your heath, your comfort, your pleasure.
it's on his mind always, not in a way that feels like a weight â a burden. law feels good when you do, when your well. safe and blissful and comfortable, because of him.
laying you out on the bed after your kiss become a makeout and the makeout becomes grinding into each other so greedily . clothes bodies pressed close, you're voice breathy and coming out in quipped pants. "traf, i need you"
and he wont have to hear it twice (though he wouldn't hate it) kissing down your body gently, so so tender. his skilled slender hands caressing you, sliding down the slopes of your body that he already has memorized. little kisses delivered to every nook and cranny.
"traf please, i need you" "and you'll have me .patience is a virtue you know"
so sassy.
polar tang is docked at an island, the rest of the crew of to explore and restock the ships supplies, leaving you and the captain to hang back. quite and without fear of disturbance or intrusion the two of you could take your sweet time with each other; however, you think law is taking a little too much time.
"traf." he bites into the skin of your inner thigh softly, peaking over at you awaiting your reaction â he's feeling awfully playful today. inching his face closer to your entrance inhaling your scent as he eases a finger into you. twisting and curling it just how he knows you like it, coupling the one finger up with another. pulling out biting the skin of your hips this time.
you huff and he yields. making his way up your body, smiling down at you. "hey" "hi", you sound more annoyed then he is but there is no bite behind it.
he leans down to press a kiss to you nose and moves to reach over to grab a condom from the night stand, cursing under his breathe when he can't find one, feeling around for one but he comes up empty handed.
"shit i think we've run out. give me a minute baby ill just gr-"
you wrap your legs around him, keeping him from running off. "we can just go without"
what? law looks at you like you've grown a third eye between your eyebrows.
"i trust you traf. please, i need you in me, i need to feel you. fell you raw." batting your eyes up at him sweetly, and once again, law is a weak man for his love. he doesn't need you to repeat it twice.
with a little reluctance, some hesitance, stays. deep blush coating his face. he won't last.
law can barely compose himself now, dick still tucked away in his pants â the way your looking it at him makes him feel faint.
so he settles on the quickly formed plan in his head: fuck you stupid on his fingers first, overstimulate you soo much you'd cum for the slightest touch. the only flaw in this plan however, is that it underestimates just how insatiable you could be. alongside of course how sensitive law would be after waiting so long.
so as law is pulling the nth orgasm from you, finally deciding it's enough (alternatively: he can't handle waiting any longer) law slips into you raw.
for the first time, he feels the heat of your gummy walls directly on the sensitive skin of his dick. so warm. so soft. so welcoming. panting like he's been at it for hours, law lowers his gaze to where the two of you just barely meet, it's just barry his tip that's poked through your entrance and that makes him all the more embarrassed.
he won't be getting very much further. he sucks in a breathe through his nose in attempt to calm himself. think of something else. think of something else. think of something else.
think law. think.
his jaw locks as he wills himself to think of something else, anything. the crew, luffy, luffys always smiling and laughing stupid, you smile lots too. pretty and kind, sometimes teasing, sometimes smug but oh he loves it all the same and shit this isn't helping at all.
so far in his own head law doesn't notice the smug look on your face, you have got the man completely wrapped around your little finger.
treat looks down at you, his eye lidded and the tan skin of his face, neck, and chest, flushed deep. he's only gone an inch or two deeper, feeling now how you pulse and tighten around him.
he's trying, he really is trying, inching just a little bit further until you clamp down on him again. you raise your hands to run through his hair, cupping his face, bringing his focus back to you so his mind doesn't go wandering off in pursuit of a thought that might distract him from you.
you just hold him, his barely there shallow thrusts against your hips â until his stutter just a few moments later. coming undone faster then he ever had before and releasing his load into you with a shiver that courses through his whole body.
his arms given under the weight of him. no longer able to hold himself up, laws body collapses half atop your own and half on the bed in an effort not to crush you beneath his weight.
you bite into his shoulder to get his attention, "hey traf" "..hi"
and suddenly, it's you who's feeling so playful.
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Bait || Shelby family x reader
Synopsis: Reader went out partying and the Shelby family's enemy attacked her. Pairing: Shelby family x sister! reader Warnings: ANGST w/ comfort, reader gets injured badly, mentions of blood, stabbing, and violence, swearing Notes: rushed :C, gif is mine Click here to find the MAIN Masterlist Click here to find the PEAKY BLINDERS Masterlist
It was just a usual night in Small Heath. Due to the boredom, you decided to go outside and maybe have a little fun.
You dressed up. A long gold dress decorated your body. A feathered hat decorated your head. And a few pearl jewelry shined your neck, arms, and ears. Grabbing your gold colour purse, you exited your room, spiraling down the wooden stairs of your family's house.
As you went down, Polly saw you. "Where you going, love?" she asked, smiling.
Grabbing a cigarette stick, you placed it on your lips, leaning to Polly as your aunt was also about to light her long black stick of the cancerous stick. "Party, Aunt Pol. I'm getting bored staying in this house," you replied, your cigarette finally lit.
The matriarch of the family took a puff of her cigarette, her serious eyes locked on yours.Â
"Where? Who's going with you?" Polly asked.
"Oh, Aunt Pol.., I'll be fine. It's just 2 streets away from here. I'll be home at 2 am."
"Take care and enjoy love," she smiled, opening the door of the house's entrance, allowing you to exit the house.
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The only real issue was that you were wearing heels on the short walk from the house to the party location. Warm lights and vehicles adorned the spacious mansion. The estate was packed with elegantly dressed people in suits. You headed straight to the mansion's bar as soon as you got there and ordered a drink for yourself. Your heels reverberated against the bar's porcelain tiles. Men made up the majority of the crowd, and they were all too busy chatting, drinking, and trying to find women to satisfy their lusts.
"Whiskey, please," you ordered. You sat down just in front of the barman, glancing at everyone while waiting for your drink.
There were a few faces, you knew them because of your brother, Tommy and some were rich clients from the betting shop.
Finally, the barman gently placed a glass of whiskey in front of you. "Your drink, Madam."
You thanked him, picked up the glass, and sipped, letting the alcohol wash over your mouth. After placing a couple more drink orders, you made your way to the dance floor and started to dance energetically to the loud music being played. You moved your hips in time with the song's tune. You're waving your arms in the air. As you danced with the women, the dance floor was filled with a chorus of woos and laughs. Drinks were chugged into your system in tremendous amounts.
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You excused yourself and your new friends to go the restroom after a few hours of nonstop drinking and dancing. You were relieved that after eating at your place for a few hours, despite having numerous drinks, you were sober. You reapplied your clothing and your cherry lipstick as you straightened your hair in front of the big mirror. It's almost two, you realize as you glance at your pocket watch. Because you're the kind of person who takes responsibility seriously, is mature, and always arrives on time, Polly wasn't concerned about you going out late to party. After gathering your belongings, you put them back into your golden handbag and head out of the bathroom.
Finally saying goodbye to your new girlfriends, your heels found their way to the mansion's exit. Since you were sober already, you decided to take a walk back home.
As you walk through the dark streets of Birmingham, you cannot help but feel uneasy. You felt like you weren't alone at all. You felt that someone or somebody was following you.
And you were right.
Reaching for your pocket gun, you tried to protect yourself from the person who was following you by looking over your shoulder. You were too late, though. You were forcefully grabbed by two men, one of whom disarmed your gun. You were trapped against the wall by two rough pairs of arms, your head hitting the rocky concrete. Particularly on your stomach, you felt something cold and sharp graze your flesh, and the pain eventually got intolerable.
"What the fuck do you want!" you panted weakly, feeling a warm liquid drip on the side of your stomach.
"Just.. sending a message to your git brother," the low Irish accent sent shivers down your spine.
Campbell.
On the other hand, Polly was at the dining table, a cigarette in her hand as she watched the clock tick.
It was already past 2 and she started to get worried. You always come home on time - not even a minute late.
Polly hurriedly went to the telephone and dialed Tommy's number, her fingers shivering.
"Hello?"
"Tommy,"
"Pol? Why are you calling at this hour?"
"I-it's (y/n). She's not home yet and I'm starting to get worried. Oh God, Tommy. What if something happened to her?" Polly stammered, holding the telephone pole tightly.
"Not at home? I'll call John and Arthur." Tommy replied before ending the call.
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You tried to move and get out from their touch but due to the injury that you had, you were getting weaker.
"Tell your fucking boss to fuck off!" you hollered, heaving due to the pain down your stomach.
Punches rained down on you so hard you were gasping for air and screaming in pain as two strong fists crashed into your stomach and chest. Every blow sent waves of pain through your body, causing your legs to buckle and your breath to come in short, frantic gasps. Every strike was brutal, breaking your will and power in the process.
During the cruel assault, a fresh, burning pain suddenly appeared in your abdomen. Compared to previous experiences, this feeling was sharper and stronger. Frightened, you looked down to see the sparkle of a blade pressing against your body again. The man with the knife was cautious, taking his time as he carved the initials "C.C" into your flesh. The letters were an endless source of pain and abuse burned into your mind.
Dizziness was starting to get worse and worse but you paid no mind as you built up all of your strength to get up and grab your gun that was thrown on the cold hard bricks of the dark alley. Your cold fingertips pulled the trigger, emptying the bullet chamber by shooting them non-stop.
Two bodies were now on the cold floor, both lifeless, and their blood pooling out of their bodies, mixing with the hard concrete.
"You don't fuck with the Peaky Blinders."
Taking a deep breath at what happened, you stood up but moaned in pain after you felt the cuts and bruises all over your body. Looking down at your stomach, your dress was slit and filled with your blood.
"Jesus Christ," you muttered. Leaving your bag alone and limply walked back to the house.
Every step was a painful fight and the walk seemed to go on forever. Your back was laden with weight, and the pressure turned your spine into a throbbing rod of agony. Your single shoe scraped the uneven sidewalk, causing sharp pains to shoot through your leg with each step. As you struggled to remain straight the world around you became hazy and wobbly, and your vision became less sharp at the edges. You could feel consciousness sliding away, hovering on the edge of darkness, and every breath was a strained gasp. If you returned home without passing out, you were quite lucky.
Thankfully, you did.
Your bloodied palm opened the silver-colored knob, twisting it, and opened the door with all of your might.
There Polly was, looking at you with widened eyes. She ran towards you immediately, checking up on you.
"Dear God (y/n)! What happened to you?!"
Your body became weak due to a lack of strength in your muscles. You had a really pale face. Your dress was stained and damaged by your blood, and your hair is disheveled. Your aunt's voice fades more and further, the walls in your head beginning to swirl. After that, all you could see was darkness.
Polly caught you before your head contact with the wooden floor. Your arm limped on her touch.
The whole Shelby family including Michael, arrived at the doorstep, looking at the scene in front of them with their eyes locked and widened.
"Help me out here!"
As Polly commanded, everyone went inside. Tommy, John, and Arthur carried you gently before placing you on the dinner table that was filled with glasses and plates. Tommy removed the items on the table before Arthur placed you there. Michael and Ada quickly grabbed the first aid kit that was inside the kitchen room's wooden cabinet.
When Polly teared up your dress, she gasped.
"C.C.. Fucking Campbell," Polly's voice hissed, seeing the carved initials on your stomach, bleeding harshly.
Your breaths started to get faint and weaker, your body started to get cold.
"Stay with me, (y/n)," Ada whispered between sobs as she watched Polly do something with your wounds and help her aunt hand out the supplies that she needed.
"Fuck.. Fuck!" Tommy shouted, walking in circles as he rubbed his temples harshly.
"Arthur, John, Finn, Michael, find Campbell immediately!" he ordered.
"Bring me back his fucking head."
Michael and the brothers moved quickly, their actions a blur of rage and anger. They took immediate action after realizing this. With a mixture of terror and determination, their hands trembled as they took out their firearms from their pockets. The icy steel of the weapons was comforting, a guarantee of justice for the wrongs done.
They left the home without saying anything, the wooden door slamming shut behind them with a loud crash. They were barely aware of the sharp, biting night air. Their only thought was to locate the person who was responsible for this.Â
"She isn't even part of this fucking shit and yet she was targeted,"
Polly's eyes shot daggers with Tommy's blue orbs while her hands focused on healing up the wounds all over your stomach.
"You better fucking catch him, Tommy."
As soon as Polly's done patching you up, she stormed out in front of her nephew, disappointed at him.
"I'll look out for (y/n). You heard Aunt Pol, catch that bastard," Ada said, fixing up the used cotton and alcohol before throwing it out.
Tommy sighed as he exited the house. Looking for the man who did this to you.
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You woke up with the sunlight beaming on you. Looking at your surroundings, you noticed where you were right away.
Slowly, you tried getting up but your body fell again, moaning in pain.
"Easy, (y/n). Don't move, your wounds are still fresh," Ada said, slowly guiding your back to allow you to lie down comfortably.
"A-Ada, I was so scared... I didn't know what was going on.."
Your eyes were starting to get wet until tears were dropping down your cheeks as you recalled what happened last night.
You were so traumatized. You didn't want to remember again.Â
And that time, you knew that remembering is a curse.
"You're safe now, love. We're here now," Polly said, her arms locked with yours, giving you a comforting smile.
The door opened, and your brothers were there.
They immediately greeted you and asked how you were.
"God, love. I'm sorry that happened to you," your oldest brother, Arthur, said, gently combing your hair with his rough fingertips.
"It's okay, Arthur. I'm fine now,"
"We got him already," Finn remarked.
The gang leader showed up, his coat hanging on the chair. His footsteps echoed in the room as he approached you, placing his palms on your head.
"How are you now?" he asked, sighing.
"Fucking scared, Tom. I nearly died! This is fucked up."
"I know, (y/n). I know."
Polly stood up in the middle of the small argument, shutting the both of you. Her fists curl up like a ball, her brows knit together.
"Let her rest first, Tom. She had enough already," she said.
"I'm sorry," he apologized softly before exiting the house.
Tommy felt simply anger and guilt. Even though his sister isn't involved in the business, she was the one targeted. She's currently in there getting better from the physical and emotional trauma she recently went through.
"You're safe now, love." Polly gave you a comforting smile before asking the other Shelby siblings for breakfast.Â
"Thank you, Aunt Pol."
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Michael Kaiser x afab!Reader
warning: smut w/o plot, use of the word puppy.
a/n: saw the official Kaiser art and went insane. pls understand my situation
Today is a rainy day, the atmosphere is glum and perfect to spend the day watching trash shows inside your boyfriend's house. Those are your plans.
Not your boyfriend's, tho.
"I told you months ago I had a meeting with the coach and teammates tonight, I should be the one pissed off because you forgot."Â
You hear coming from Michael's bedroom, door closed while you keep hugging his enormous blue pillow.Â
"I see you sulking from here." You can only hug tighter the pillow, face fully on it as you try to hide your, in fact, sulking face.
"Hey, how do I look? Option a: beautiful. Option b: beautiful but more felt."
You lift your head up, just the bare minimum to look at your boyfriend who is probably now standing at the end of the sofa. Your mouth dries up before feeling saliva rush all of a sudden into your mouth. All of a sudden, heath rushes down your spine, spread to the fingertips.
"Too stunned to speak, I guess." Michael smirks, the hot kind that gives you a tingle, muscle memory telling you that a good time should come.
You finally stand on your feet, standing in front of him "Mh, uh-" You feel up his shoulder under the red jacket he is wearing. "Yeah, I mean-" You keep stuttering, your hands now caressing down his torso, creating temporary creases on the black shirt. He keeps looking at you, blue irises locked into your face, shining with mirth, noticing every little twitch of your face.
Your knees hit the ground, softly at least not to look as desperate as you really are, as you palm his thighs, big and muscular under your palms. "Silk, mh?"
"Glad you noticed." He chokes out, his tattooed hand now caressing the back of your head.
"Mh-" You half moan, cheek rubbing into his lap before looking up, eyes wanton "Please?"
"I have to go, dear." He chokes again on his breath, while you keep rubbing your face on his half-mast.Â
A silent beg, as desperate as a hungry kitty. You know you are gonna win this. You look up again, he is biting his lower lip, his hand now caressing your cheek before groaning, eyes rolling, but his hands pull both his pants and boxers down. "Thank God."
"Fast puppy." He orders, voice guttural and you have no backbone to snap back.
You don't lose more time, caressing his length, still rubbing your face on his cock, getting harder minute by minute. "Pups-"
 "You look so good." You moan, lips now on his tip kissing it before taking taking his shaft into your mouth.
"Ghn-"
You moan while you suck him, vibration making him shiver too, while his hand keeps caressing the back of your head, never pushing his length to your throat.
"You are so good-" You keep moaning, when taking a break from sucking his cock, your hand jerking it, eyes closed but with tears rolling down from the corner. It's truly a lewd picture, not to count the string of saliva connecting your reddened lips to his manhood.
"Look at me-" Michal groans, his hips twitching but never fully thrust into you, to avoid making you gag; your state was sorry enough already.
 You don't obey, lips kissing his now red tip, precum staining your lips.
That's then that you feel his hand gripping the back of your head, pulling your hair, forcing you to look up.
"Say please." He takes your hand in his, jerking himself at his own speed, blue irises fixed in yours.
 "Please, please Micha-" You gasp, mouth open enough to let the tongue loll out.
A low groan interrupts your plea, his seed stains your lips and cheek, his heavy breath the only sound you can hear.
âThank you.â You teasingly say winking at him, gathering his cum with your index before plunging it into your mouth, tasting him, eyes locked on his face, where his red cheeks and ragged breath arouse you even more.
âWhat are you smiling at-â Michael furrows his blond eyebrows, hand grabbing you by your armpit to lift you up and manhandle you to the sofa, almost throwing you on it. You lay on the short side of the sofa, your butt up in the air kept up just by your boyfriend's hip pushing against it, his soft member soon regaining the previous hardness just by looking at your weak form under him âI havenât finished.â
 One of his rude hands keeps your leg locked tight on his hips, while the tattoed one slides down your âstay at homeâ pants, his jerk smirk appears again after seeing the sorry state your panties are in. âYou are truly a pervert.â
âItâs not my fault, you look so damn good-â Youâd want to snap back, but instead you have to bite your lower lip to keep a mellifluous moan to come out, born from the crude assault of his thick finger to your clit, rubbing and pinching it under your soaked panties.
âAh- you look so good.â He whispers out and you canât stop noticing how good he keeps looking, with the shirt all wrinkled and the tie moving left and right. Blonde and blue strands are now stuck on his sweaty forehead, the tip of his tongue out licking his plush lips, looking like a feral wolf ready to eat its prey.
 A gasp escapes your throat from the image holy.
 You feel him pushing your panties aside before his finger starts exploring your wet core.
âAh-ahâ The high-pitched moan that leaves his throat is so sweet it seems like itâs his body being so deliciously explored by his lover's hands and not the opposite. âMade for me, puppy. So nice for me.â He starts to blabber, mind clearly elsewhere while youâd like to be absorbed into the sofa from the shame of feeling such intense pleasure from just one finger.
 âTell me how much you want it.â Itâs an order, and like an obedient puppy, you do as you are told.
âMicha, please, I feel like dying, please I need it, I need you, please-â This time itâs a gasp that interrupts your shameless plea, his tip hitting your clit before pushing into your core, catching all your breath.
Your head bends backward, position uncomfortable due to the cramped space, but saying you dislike the feeling would be a lie. Micheal keeps thrusting into you, his upper body getting lower and lower making you feel the pressure of his weight over you, at the same time you donât know what to hold to anchor yourself to reality, due to the blissful dullness in your mind, therefore you grasp the first thing you find; his jacket, pulling him even closer to you.
âYou really wanâ me close, mh?â You can see that also his eyes are starting to tear up from pleasure, words slurred. You nod, biting your lower lip and feeling your own warm tears running down your cheeks.
Then you feel his lips on yours, his tongue already prodding at your entrance, asking for a dance with yours. Itâs a frenzy, no studying of each other moves, but just passion encouraging your movements. The hand that was so tightly holding onto your backside, leaving imprints you are sure will be there tomorrow and for the days to come, go to the upper part of the sofa, knuckles getting white from the tight grip.
The thrusts change pace, breath gets caught in your throat. They are slow but strong, the sofa under you moving at each trust a little further. You grip his shoulder, his red jacket now as terribly wrinkled as the rest of his attire, as ruined as you are under his body.
His rhythm returns to the previous frenzy, but with the added strength, pounding into you with no pity.
"You can take it pup, right? You can, c'mon-" He whispers, nodding like he is the one that has to answer his own questions.Â
Not that you can't, nodding furiously and moaning incoherent sounds, saliva starting to dribble out the corner of your mouth.
A few more thrusts and you feel his length throb inside your core, pleasure so intense your toes curl.
You are both sweaty, both heavy breathing.
"I'm so damn late."
"You are a football player in a top club, I'm sure the coaches are used to many dumber excuses for being late."
You feel him smile, his face lying on your chest.
"If this is the result maybe we should do meetings more often."
"You could just dress up nicely every time you see me."
"Oh-" Michael now looks at you, blue eyes back to their normal spark "Be 100% sure I'll dress up again, just for you."Â
He brushes away some hair sticking to your forehead before kissing it. His lips stay on your skin a bit longer than usual. Michael looks at you with fondness and you've never felt better.
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