#S.O.S. Someone send help

[sleepy-bomba]

"Welcome back, Blue Bomber... It seems like you are awake from a long sleeping session, hmm...?"

💤 } "I would probably be much more awake if these people didn't bombard me with follows, but yes, I guess I am."

[deathmetalunicorn1]

ROR Reader who gets in trouble with a guy who’s a major red flag and she immediately calls the family to come pick her up and help her. Especially the more intimating figures like Poseidon and Odin

-You couldn’t believe that you agreed to go on a blind date, your friends had somehow convinced you, bribing you with your favorite cheesecake, but it was just one date. How bad could it be?

-Terrible. It was terrible. In the first ten seconds of meeting your date, Kand, had not only insulted your fashion sense, but made inappropriate comments about your body and wanting to see more.

-Alarm bells were ringing in your head and you were silently cursing your friends, annoyed that they paired you with such a nutsack of a person.

-However, you weren’t a quitter, at least willing to go on the date with Kand, but only five minutes in, you were texting your family members, three specifically, Odin, Leonidas, and Poseidon, sending an S.O.S.

-You smiled, seeing that they were on their way, but they were at least ten minutes away, you just had to survive until then.

-Kand saw you smiling at your phone, and he smirked, “What’s got you smiling? You want my number already babe? I’ll make sure to send you lots of pictures, so make sure you do the same. It’s only fair right?”

-He put his arm around your hips, and you were quick to push it off, “We’re not that close yet, please mind yourself.” Kand just laughed it off, playing it off as a joke, “Don’t be so cold babes- unless if you want me to warm you up~” wiggling his eyebrows like his pickup lines were working on you.

-Your friends, who were nearby in disguise, were appalled, seeing how Kand was treating you, when he first approached them, he was like a totally different person, like someone you would want to show off to your massive family.

-Kand tried his luck again as you made it to the date destination, a nice restaurant, holding the door open for you but immediately slapping your ass as you walked by.

-The whole restaurant went silent as you turned immediately and slapped him, causing him to spin from the force of the slap as you were bright red, glaring as angry tears were in the corners of your eyes.

-He immediately turned on you, screaming in your face, “You ungrateful- how dare you hit me! Do you know who I am?”

-A hand clapped down on his shoulder, “I don’t- so please tell me.” Kand turned, ready to chest up, now that his ego was bruised, only to find himself staring up at a very pissed off Odin, Poseidon, and Leonidas.

-Leonidas had been the one to speak, smirking down at the now panicking looking boy, while Odin and Poseidon… you couldn’t even see their faces, they were covered in shadows, looking like they were going to murder him.

-Leonidas shoved him away and you rushed into his arms, “Dad!” and Kand blanched, realizing these were some of your many guardians, very angry looking guardians, as Leonidas led you away while Odin grabbed Kand by his shirt, dragging him outside.

-The restaurant quickly returned to normal.

-Your friends were nearly in tears, apologizing to you, they had no idea Kand was such a dick, telling you how he had approached them, and Leonidas took a drag on his cigar, “Bastard puts up a front to lower the guards of others- prick.” You smiled softly up at him before you said goodbye to your friends.

-Poseidon and Odin met up with the two of you at an ice cream parlor, both of them wet, as they had to wash the blood out, but you remained silent, just greeting them warmly, thanking them for coming to your rescue.

-They would always come to rescue you.

[melishade]

Attack on Prime New Age Anthology: The Message

Main Story

Alright everyone! We are officially starting the New Age Anthology, which will be starting from the Autobot perspective during the last few chapters and the aftermath of Guren No Yumiya. These pieces will be extremely important for the final chapters that will get published once I'm done with my HIATUS. But first, we go back to Retaliation III.

Ratchet waved goodbye to a patient as they left his office after their check up. He lowered his servo before taking a deep breath and sighing. He didn't need to. He had no real use for breathing, but the humans' techniques were rubbing off on him. The doctor than picked up his datapad to update the patient's chart.

Ratchet was...trying his best to heal. Or at the very least, keep himself occupied these days. Part of him was happy to be back home. Another part of him felt guilty for neglecting his duties to Earth. He had sworn to stay there, feeling that was where he was initially needed, but...after everything that happened four years ago with Unicron...and losing Optimus...

Ratchet shook his helm. He didn't need to think about that right now. It still hurt that Optimus was gone, but...his sacrifice wasn't in vain. Cybertron was alive and rebuilding everything that was lost. There's actual peace on the planet. All of their struggles and suffering wasn't for nothing. And...at the very least Optimus can rest easy. Hopefully, Optimus knew that his sacrifice led to a strong legacy. There was still division among the people, and there was still much rebuilding to be had, but progress was being made. And that was something Ratchet himself needed to take joy in.

Ratchet walked over to an energon dispenser and picked up a small cube for himself. He couldn't find himself eating rust sticks or drinking high grade. He wasn't ready for that yet, but it was nice to actually not worry about finding energon or dying from a lack of it. The medic then walked over to a chair situated in front of a computer screen and took a sip of his energon before updating his chart. Ratchet grumbled at the notifications on his datapad. All this work that needed to be done in such little time. Maybe he should get an assistant. That seemed like the best course of action.

Ratchet's audio receptors twitched a little when he heard buzzing on the computer screen next to him. He turned to the screen and saw nothing but static in his vision. Odd. Had the systems malfunctioned again? Ratchet was about to take a look at the wiring, but he stopped when he heard-!

Hello?! Can any hear me?!

Ratchet turned his attention back to the static to see an image forming. It...it was a human. A dark-skinned human male was sending an S.O.S. to Cybertron?! How?! Where was this coming from?! Ratchet saw more of the monitor clearing up and the signal from a planet was coming into view. And that signal...he recognized it...was that from Wheeljack's ship?!

I hope this works because we’ve been scavenging for resources to reach you! My name is Onyankopon! I’m a friend of Wheeljack’s, and we really need your help! Our world is ravaged by the power of the titans, and they have been used to enslave and dominate the world for over 2,000 years! And there’s someone who wants to activate millions of Colossal Titans and use its power to flatten and burn the world into ash! Every nation, every person, every tree and flower will be destroyed if this power is activated! And the longer we wait, the higher chance this power will get activated and end the world! The people in my country will be destroyed if you don’t help!

Ratchet was taken aback by the slew of information. Wheeljack was working with humans?! Colossal Titans?! Wait, what about Arcee?! Where in the Allspark was she?! Ratchet then saw another human come into view of the video message.

My name is Hanji Zoe: Commander of the Survey Corps! I’ve been working tirelessly to stop the Rumbling from happening! So have Wheeljack and Arcee! And so has Optimus!

Ratchet dropped both the datapad and the energon still in his servos. He couldn't listen to the rest of the message as this 'Hanji Zoe' continued rambling on. Optimus...Optimus was...no that's impossible. Optimus wasn't...isn't! Alive?! How?! Ratchet watched him die! He couldn't be alive! Ratchet found that his servos were trembling in fear. What did this mean?! What was going on?!

"Evening, Doctor." Knockout greeted as he walked into the room. The former Decepticon paused when he saw the message playing on the screen of the two humans screaming out in desperation.

We just want peace! We just want to live! So please help us!

Help us save our world! Please! HELP US!

Knockout watched the message cut to static before somehow replaying again. "Ratchet, what's-..." His word died in his throat when Ratchet turned to him with sheer panic etched into his faceplates.

"Go get Ultra Magnus and the others! NOW!" Ratchet barked at him.

===

Ratchet was hunched over on a bench, tapping his pede impatiently. Bumblebee was pacing back and forth around the room while Bulkhead crossed his arms, looking worried himself. Ultra Magnus was currently talking to Knockout regarding the video that assumingly came from Wheeljack's ship. Smokescreen was the last to arrive, running down the hall to meet up with his comrades.

"Sorry, I'm late," Smokescreen apologized, "What did I miss?"

"Some humans sent an S.O.S. from Wheeljack's ship," Bulkhead explained.

"Is Wheeljack in danger?!" Smokescreen exclaimed.

"Maybe," Bulkhead confessed "The humans sounded urgent."

"So then, shouldn't we go help Wheeljack and Arcee?! They need us right!" Smokescreen proclaimed.

"It got complicated," Bumblebee explained, but didn't stop his pacing.

"Complicated how?!" Smokescreen demanded.

"They're saying Optimus is alive," Bumblebee answered.

"Whoa, what?!" Smokescreen yelled.

"Knockout, are you sure?" Ultra Magnus questioned the medic.

"Look, I did pick up a thing or two from Soundwave, and I've run diagnostics multiple times." Knockout pointed to the screen with the two humans, "That thing is real."

"Run it again!" Ratchet ordered him.

"I. Already. Have!" Knockout enunciated, "There's nothing else besides those coordinates that came from the ship!"

"If there were humans using Wheeljack's ship to send a message, Wheeljack had to be the one that taught them how to do it," Bulkhead surmised.

"But Optimus being alive?!" Smokescreen spoke up, "I can't tell if it's a good or bad thing!"

"Optimus being alive can very well be a lie," Bumblebee proclaimed, "Before you were part of the team, we've had one too many calls with clones and doppelgangers. We can't take this lightly...even if the humans on the call sound desperate."

"What do we do?" Ratchet demanded, "What in the Allspark do we even say? Do we tell the council about this? How in the Allspark did Optimus end up on another planet full of humans? If that even is him?!"

"...I'm gonna contact Raf," Bumblebee declared as he walked up to the computer screen.

"Bee, I doubt Rafael is going to be much help," Knockout proclaimed, "If anything, he'll probably get the same results I have: that it's authentic."

"We need to be sure." The screen lit up and the familiar sound of a ringing phone was heard. The screen then changed to show an adult Rafael in a lab coat waving to them.

"Bee, it's been so long!" Rafael greeted with a smile.

"Hey, Raf," Bumblebee greeted with a tight smile, "Can you help us out with something?"

"Oh, look at that! The Bots only call us when they need something!" Miko jabbed at them as she came into view.

"For Primus' sake, Miko! This is important!" Ratchet shouted in anger.

"Whoa! Ratchet what's wrong?!" Jack demanded out of confusion.

"Something came up." Bumblebee typed something before sending the message over to Rafael, "Can you scan this to see if there's been any alterations?"

"Sure." Rafael noticed the message coming up on his screen and began to type away to inspect it. "Colossal Titans? Apocalypse? Whoa! Optimus is alive!"

"Shit! WHAT?!" Miko screeched.

"I thought you guys said you all watched him dive into the center of Cybertron!" Jack recalled.

"We did! But these humans are saying that he's alive!" Bumblebee explained.

"When was this sent?!" Rafael demanded.

"We don't know, the signal was weak!" Knockout answered.

"Shouldn't we go check it out?!" Miko insisted.

"This could very well be deception," Ratchet reminded, "We take this chance, we could very well be falling into a trap."

"But what about Optimus?!" Smokescreen exclaimed, "We can't leave him, right?!"

"We don't know if it's him," Bulkhead reminded.

"But shouldn't we go and find out!" Smokescreen turned to Bumblebee, "Bee, back me up here!"

Bumblebee looked at Smokescreen with apprehension. "Smokescreen...I don't know...I really don't want to get my hopes up here."

"But don't you want to go and check it out?!" Smokescreen pressed on.

Bumblebee's shoulders slumped in defeat before he covered his optics. "By the Allspark, I do really want to see if it's true."

"Wait, are we really going down there on the off chance that this message is real and Optimus is somehow alive?!" Knockout demanded.

"I do not believe for one second that Optimus Prime is alive," Ultra Magnus spoke up, "But based on the urgency of the message, Wheeljack and Arcee may very well be in immediate danger, and we need to help the comrades that are still alive. We need to go to this planet, investigate it, and bring Arcee and Wheeljack back home."

"What are you going to tell the council about Optimus?" Bumblebee asked.

"Nothing," Ultra Magnus answered, "That portion of the report can be false. I will just tell them this is a rescue operation for our Autobots."

"We should come too!" Jack declared on the other end of the call, "If this planet has humans, then you'll need us now more than ever to be your face!"

"Very well." Ultra Magnus nodded his helm, "Speak with Agent Fowler to get your equipment ready!"

"On it!" Miko immediately ran off the screen.

"I'm helping triangulate coordinates!" Rafael furiously typed on the keyboard.

"As for the rest of you!" Ultra Magnus addressed the Autobots, "Cancel any and all plans you have for today! The mission is top priority now! I will get the Iron Will prepared for transport! Knockout, Ratchet, prepare the medical bay for anyone injured! Bumblebee, Smokescreen, Bulkhead, get any weapons for an offensive attack! Dismissed!"

"Yes, sir!" The Autobots immediately dispersed to perform their individual tasks. As Bumblebee followed Smokescreen down the hall, the Warrior paused in his step. He remembered a plan he had today and activated his comm. link.

==

Rung was quietly taking notes in his office and organizing his schedule for the next few days. The therapist turned his attention to the window, seeing the bustling life of Cybertron, and smiled. He was extremely happy to see how everything was flourishing. There was still much to be rebuilt, but he was happy to see life returning to his home once again.

Rung blinked when he heard the familiar 'ping' of his comm. link in his audio receptor. "Hello?"

"Hey, Rung," Bumblebee greeted.

"Hello, Bumblebee," Rung greeted with a smile, "Is everything alright? I'm still expecting you for your appointment in an hour, right?"

"Yeah, I'm...gonna have to cancel. I'm sorry," Bumblebee apologized, "I know it's last minute, and I'll pay the cancelation fee soon. I promise."

"Oh no. What happened?" Rung asked with concern.

"Well...looks like you were right about me seeing Arcee and Wheeljack sooner rather than later." Rung felt his spark drop at Bumblebee's words, "But it sounds like they're in trouble, so the Bots and I need to help them out. I don't know how long it will take-!"

"I understand, Bumblebee," Rung replied with a tight voice, "Go save your comrades. And consider the cancelation fee waived."

"Wait, are you sure?" Bumblebee asked in surprise, "I swear I can-!"

"I know for a fact that Arcee is important to you," Rung declared, "Bring her home."

"Thank you, Rung," Bumblebee sighed with relief, "I'll make it up; I swear."

"Good luck, Bumblebee." Rung had disconnected his call with Bumblebee before calling the front desk, "Cancel all appointments for the rest of the day."

"Rung, are you sure?" the receptionist asked in surprise.

"Yes, something came up," Rung replied, "Take the day off. I'll be closing the office early and you will be given paid time off."

"Oh...um...thank you,"

"You're welcome." Rung disconnected the call before sitting up from his desk, abandoning his work in the process. The therapist removed his glasses and threw them on the desk. He began to walk around the room, rubbing his optics in frustration. He stared at the ceiling, trying to hold back his tears, but he couldn't help it and they began to fall.

Rung collapsed to his knees and fell forward. His servos clenched into fists and openly wept.

"Optimus, forgive me," Rung pleaded, "Forgive me for my inaction and mistakes. Forgive me, please."

(And the New Age Anthology begins! The publishing schedule? IDK. It'll be erratic, probably. But I hope you guys enjoy what I'm going to put out!)

[lightwing-s]

Honey, biker!Jason checks out reader while hanging out with Roy and the batboys (Dick, Tim, Duke) across the street as reader doing thrift with friends, not noticing him at all until someone points out and reader get flustered, finally notice Jason as he smirks, with Roy and rest of the batboys openly tease him and Dick calls the girls (Barbara, Steph, Cass) to look up for reader with "Yo, Jason's hooked up." "Don't tell Dami yet." texting them in the fam's 'Jason' group chat? Feels like it's what Dick would do as he's their big bro, and that he genuinely cares for Jason.

a/n: i love this idea so much lol pt ii

It was a really warm summer day when you and your friends decided to go out thrifting together, walking from one shop to the other and leaving with bags upon bags of clothes you’d probably regret purchasing later. The humidity causing the thin fabric of your dress to stick to your skin.  

You were coming out of a coffee house after getting yourselves some cold beverages, when your friend pinched your side to catch your attention.

“Someone is grabbing attention today.” she teased, as you took some time to comprehend until she pointed to the group of guys hanging out on the other side of the street.

Resting against a red sports motorcycle was a tall dark haired guy, clad in a muscle tee and jeans, that couldn’t stop staring at you even when his friends made sure to speak and laugh as loud as they could around him. You couldn’t help the blush from creeping up your cheeks as his eyes met yours, throwing you a wink and a smirk before finally being noticed by his friends.

From afar, you couldn’t really understand what they were saying, but by the way he shook his head when they ruffled his hair and laughed looking in your direction, you could guess they were certainly making fun of the situation.

“Falling in love with the view, buddy?” Roy said, ruffling Jason’s hair, who pushed his arm away from him, mumbling a ‘shut up’ back to his best friend.

“I’ll give you that, Jay” his brother, Dick, started. “You have good taste.”

A series of jokes followed as Jason returned his eye to the other side of the street, searching for you and finding you and your friends still in the same place, a rosy tint visible in your face even from a distance.

He seriously wanted to punch those guys for making you feel uncomfortable, and he wanted even more to drive his bike towards you and get away from this situation, but he was too embarrassed by his friends to do that. He watched you walk away, a tinge of sadness filling his chest to see you go.

“He’s been staring for ten minutes. He’s gone, guys.” Tim joined in, while Dick picked up his phone to snatch a picture of you and send on a newly formed group chat conveniently named ‘Jason’s love life S.O.S’

dick: find this girl, we’re reporting her to the police. she just stole baby jay’s heart :(

steph: ooh noo. anyways, who wants to watch the new barbie movie on sunday.

roy: don’t be mean to him. guy just missed the love of his life.

tim: DON’T TELL DAMI YET BUT I’M HEARING WEDDING BELLS.

barb: y/n s/n, she’s a student at gotham university. i have her id and cell phone number, and personal address if you’re not going to be weird about it.

tim: THE BELLS ARE GETTING LOUDER!!

dick: I’M THE BEST MAN!!

jason: i’m not inviting any of you to wedding, for starters

barb: you’re assuming there’s going to be a wedding in the future…

jason: if you massage me the address the assumption will be closer to reality

[quitealotofsodapop]

Smokey and Liang have one kid who's the reincarnation (of sorts) of a powerful Energy based being, five kids who have strong nature powers as well as Guan Yin's blessing, a mini me of Smokey himself, two rambunctious Werewolf kids that probably have Celestial powers and (future) twins who are Liang's mini mes.

No wonder the Gods are scared, that's some army. I'm amazed any Demons even bother to mess with the pilgrimage. 😅😅

Though if there's anyone who needs to send a S.O.S to their counterparts/allies, it's the Reborn!Jade Emperor. 😂😂

referencing this post XD

Just multiple Jade Emperors on call with eachother asking for help with the monkeys.

Reborn!JE: "Please, their first born is the manifestation of positive chaos. They've adopted two of Revati's children." Netflix!JE: "You think thats bad? My monkey destroyed my palace! And now he's back on earth Multiplying!!" HeroIsBack!JE: "Sun Wukong got out??" NewGods!JE: *dial tone* 2000scartoon!JE: "Can't be too bad. I'm getting harassed every other week by demons, rogue celestials, my own rebelling staff, and Wukong himself." Reborn!JE: "Guys please. He has like nine..." *someone updates* "Wait they're what!? Oh sweet Pure Ones! They're having twins!!" LMK!Azure Lion: "Wow, I took a bad time to pick up the phone huh?"

[ittybittypearlygirly]

Okay I'm sending out an s.o.s. to any rottmnt fans who see this:

How are you getting the comic right now

I know I totally missed the early pre-order time frame, but literally everywhere I'm looking to buy it now says it's still on pre-order and won't be released until NOV 5??????? someone's gotta help me, I'm dying here without it, I NEED IT SO BAD AND I CAN'T WAIT THAT LONG-

[lyon-amore]

He had gone to a cafe to work and enjoy a good coffee. It was the only thing he wanted to do that day.

Jake was already stressed enough in his life without having to notice bad vibes in the place. Something that had never happened to him. It was like he noticed someone complaining in his head and it wasn't even him.

He turned slightly in the direction that sensation bothered him. He had to hold back his laughter at the sight.

It was a group of four people, two boys and two girls. A double date? The young woman with black hair was talking to one of the boys, while the young blonde girl seemed to listen to the other boy without much encouragement. But the funny thing was what the young blonde was doing. She moved the index finger of her left hand in a repetitive motion: S.O.S.

Jake covered his mouth to prevent a small laugh. The young woman was clearly sending signals to her friend and she was not noticing her. The signals had even been diverted towards him.

He couldn't help but notice her. He could tell that she was bored on that double date. And even more so with that forced smile.

<<Maybe I should help her somehow.>>

He grabbed a couple of napkins, making a ball of paper. He had to make her friend notice her.

He threw it perfectly, hitting the hand of the young woman with black hair.

She turned in the direction she had been sent from, fixating on Jake.

The young man pointed his head at his friend's hand, moving his finger, and the girl laughed.

They talked a little, getting up from their chairs.

Jake gave a small laugh, turning back to the computer. It wasn't two minutes later that he saw a napkin fall on top of the computer along with a phone number.

“Lian! Stop!” he heard a female voice say as they walked away.

“What? He is handsome and he helped you.”

The young man's cheeks burned, watching them leave. The blonde girl seemed to leave quickly because of her embarrassment, while the brunette girl followed her, laughing.

At that moment, a redhead with short hair entered the cafeteria, at a fast pace.

"I've been calling you! Why don't you answer your cell phone?” She asked sitting in front of him, placing the bag on the chair. “Water, please,” she quickly asked a waiter.

"I have it off, I needed to concentrate on work," Jake answered, with a sigh. “You worry too much, Katherine—”

“And that?” Katherine frowned, looking at the napkin.

"Oh, it is nothing, just a girl's joke," he answered in an innocent way. He hadn't even accepted it or saved it on his phone.

As soon as the glass was brought, and the young woman wanted to take it, she poured the contents on the table, almost getting the computer wet.

“How clumsy I am!” She used the napkin with the number on it to dry it, in her mind he hoped that Jake hadn't memorized the number “Is the computer okay?”

Jake looked nervously at the object. Passing his hand as he wished it hadn't gotten wet. He was relieved when he saw that it was in perfect condition.

"Yeah, is fine," he said with a sigh.

"Well, to what I came to tell you," she placed her hands under her chin. “There's a party at my mom's country club and she invited us, So you have to urgently look for elegant clothes, because you don't want me to go alone, right? “

“When have I failed you?” the young man asked with a smile.

“True, you've never done it, that's why you're the best boyfriend.”

He laughed. Clearly faked.

Another party where he wouldn’t feel like himself. Where he pretended to be on the same level as all of them, when he had to work hard to get where he was and Katherine seemed to have been displaying him like a trophy for two years.

It really wasn't how he thought in the end. He clearly had fallen in love with the beauty. He supposed that's what happens when you're young and the first person you catch the attention of already seems like the most perfect being in the world.

<<I wonder if I make an S.O.S signal now? Would anyone notice?>>

[once-upon-an-imagine]

WIPs

so, since this has worked in the past, I thought I would ask again...

SEND ME THE NAME OF A WIP and I'll share a piece of the story!

so, there are two different ways that you can actually request this now:

first, you can take a look at the Masterlists on my page to see what the upcoming fics are and let me know which one you'd like a sneek peek of 😊 (I'm also putting it below if you don't want to go all the way there 😂)

Masterlists:

Stranger Things Harry Potter: Marauders Era Harry Potter: Golden Trio Era

or, since I don't have all the summaries updated there because I've had a few requests in the past few weeks, if you would like just a random WIP, I currently have 38 inbox messages, and 7 drafts, so you can also just say like Inbox #something, or Drafts #5 for example

I will have more free time this weekend AND I also have all next week off work so, please request away and help me get out of this horrible writer's block 😁 thank you all so much for your patience btw! love you, dearies ❤️

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington

How Sweet It Is

[Henderson!Reader] Your favorite part about working at Scoops Ahoy is working with your crush; Steve Harrington. Everything was going normally one day until you see the next customer in line is your ex-boyfriend with his new girlfriend and Steve noticed.  

Our Last Summer

[Sinclair!Reader] Your brother and his friends were certain that you were dating someone but hiding it from them. At the same time, Dustin is sure that Steve is dating someone and hiding it from him. 

Wild World

[Newby!Reader] After your dad died, everyone saw how the light in you shot down as you pushed everyone away. For weeks your friends, especially Steve, have been trying whatever they can to get you to open up again. One day, when you don’t come home, everyone is looking for you but Steve is the one who finds you. And he finally gets you back.

Always On My Mind

Sequel to You Keep Me Hanging On if the reader chooses Steve.

With Or Without You

You dive into the Lover’s Lake before anyone can stop you and come back to tell everyone about the Watergate. But then, something pulls you back to the Upside Down and all you can see are bats around you so you feel like this is the end. Until you suddenly see Steve Harrington coming back for you and saving you. (mixing three similar requests)

How Will I Know [Chapter 3]

You have walked the halls of Hawkins High unseen. If it wasn’t because Eddie Munson and his Hellfire Club had found you, you probably wouldn’t even have any friends. You knew someone like your all-time crush Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington wouldn’t notice you in a million years. Until you get paired up for a project and he finally learns your name.  

Eddie Munson

Alone Together

Eddie has always noticed you. You have always noticed Eddie. But neither one of you has ever done anything about it. Until one day, Eddie sits with you at the library and you smile at him

S.O.S.

When you finally get a chance to play your favorite songs with the school orchestra, your boyfriend, the one person you really wanted there doesn’t show up.

When It’s Love

Sequel to You Keep Me Hanging On if the reader chooses Eddie.

There Are Worse Things I Could Do [Chapter 4]

[Harrington!Reader] Your senior year was supposed to be the best one in your life. But when Jason broke up with you and turned the entire school against you by spreading rumors about you, you can count with your hand the people that talk to you. Dustin, Mike, Lucas, Max, Nancy, and Robin. But there might be a new one you can add to the list. One you never thought possible.��Eddie Munson.

Argyle

Cielito Lindo

[Byers!Reader] Argyle is staying with your family when his parents are out of town. You know he’s been feeling down because he has to celebrate his birthday without them. So, you try to do something to cheer him up. (Sequel to Build Me Up, Buttercup)

Take A Chance On Me

You have been in love with your best friend since you can remember, but you’ve never had the courage to tell him, fearing he might not feel the same. However, when you confide in Jonathan, he convinces you to finally take the leap. 

A Kind Of Magic

Bullies are something you’ve had to deal with your whole life. You try to ignore it and not let it bother you. But the moment your boyfriend sees how people made fun of you, he immediately intervenes and stands up for you. (Warning: reader gets bullied for having a learning disability) 

Me Gustas Tu

When you go over to your best friend’s house after breaking up with your boyfriend, you get more than you were expecting. 

No Words

[Hopper!Reader]The first time Argyle went speechless was when he met you. Ironically, he’s the only person you have felt completely comfortable talking to.

(500 Miles) [Chapter 3]

[Hopper!Reader] After moving to California with your sister and your new family, you think maybe you’ll finally get some peace. But, of course, you are now driving across the country in your boyfriend’s pizza van, on your way back to Hawkins.

Billy Harrington

Highway To Hell

[Munson!Reader] When you are tired of your brother and your boyfriend arguing all the time, you come up with a plan that finally makes them work together and at least not murder each other.

***I actually have a lot more Billy requests but haven't updated the masterlist.

Steddie (Steve & Eddie)

A Sunday Kind Of Love

For six months, you had been fine with having a secret relationship with Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson. But that changes when a very special day for you approaches and you want them both by your side and for that to happen, a few rules might get broken.

Edge Of Seventeen

Against your boyfriends’ wishes, you decide it’s what’s best for everyone if you are the bait for Vecna. You stay back in the attic with Max and Lucas. Steve and Eddie try to make it back as quickly as they can but it might be too late. (Warning: reader is cursed by Vecna and gets hurt) 

Nothing’s Gonna Stop Us Now

Everyone in your group could feel the sexual tension between you, Steve, and Eddie. Which is probably why they all ganged up and planned to have the three of you share a bed to see if you would finally admit your feelings. 

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Marauders Era

Scars To Your Beautiful

[Black!Reader] You have always been considered the ‘least beautiful’ of the Black family. You’ve heard everyone call your cousins and even your brothers that. But not you. Until someone does.

Sirius Black

You’re Still The One

[Potter!Reader] When Sirius comes out of Azkaban he comes to find you and Harry. And he’s surprised to see someone else there too.

Just Give Me A Reason [Chapter 5]

[Snape!Reader] Coming back for another year in Hogwarts meant you and your brother were away from your worst tormentor. But when your school tormentor finds out about it, things are about to change and you are not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing. (Warning: mentions of abuse)

*** I think I have more Sirius requests but haven't been updated

Remus Lupin

Linger

When you finally have the courage to ask Remus on a date, it did not go as well as you had wished. At all.

Too Good At Goodbyes [Chapter 6]

Twelve years ago, Lily and James Potter were brutally murdered. Twelve years ago, Sirius Black was sent to Azkaban for a crime he did not commit. Twelve years ago Remus Lupin left you to take care of a one-year-old Harry on your own. Twelve years ago Severus Snape was the only person who was there for you. And now, Remus is back to teach at Hogwarts with you, as Harry courses his third year, and Sirius Black escaped Azkaban.

*** I think I also have a few more Remus requests

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Harry Potter (Golden Trio Era)

Charlie Weasley

She Is Love

Charlie loves to make you blush and nervous because he knows you have a crush on him and he has a crush on you, but he doesn’t like it when someone else makes you blush or nervous.  

I’m Yours

Even if you’ve been friends with the twins forever, your boyfriend Charlie still feels a little bit jealous of how close you are with his two younger brothers.  

*** I also have a few more Charlie Weasley requests in my inbox

Bill Weasley

Get Outta My Dreams

Bill falls in love with his little brothers’ best friend but he is certain that she would not feel the same after seeing him with his werewolf scars.  

[naruhinamain]

your favorite content from them: S.O.S., please someone help us

your favorite content from them: his weakness "So nice and funny"

your favorite content from them: Acquaintances, Nyctinasty, Just Lock Them in a Closet Next Time "You're one of the sweetest, funniest, and most adorable people I've come to know and I really thank you for everything you have contributed to the NH community! I also enjoyed the stories you have shared and I hope you keep writing more (especially for NH and the Sunshine siblings!) Sending you lots of hugs and kisses!"

"u make my tumblr experience 300% better whenever i see u in my dash. i couldn't choose which fic is my fav bc each one has a special place in my heart. thank u for always being witty and outspoken. every time i see u reblog my art, i always await for ur tags. can't believe i'm tumblr married to an incredible person lol. ilysm. take care always~"

LINKS: TUMBLR || AO3 @secrettastemakerland

[daja-the-hypnokitten]

Jukebox reviews part 45! For context, see my post “A Project” under  this same tag. If you want to see a full list of his EMCSA stories,  they can be found here, sorted alphabetically.And if you want to see some of his drabbles, check out his blog at @jukeboxemcsa

Easily Led

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3/30/2019                                     mc mf md

Aw, this one's pretty cute and sweet, for how total the brainwashing is. It's more of a view of the end of the process (or, well, *an* end, I could see how he could find new things to brainwash her with if he wanted), so it's lacking some of the parts I enjoy most, but they're definitely into each other and the process and it's almost wholesome, in a "she's been brainwashed to be helpless on her own" sort of way. 8/10 spirals 

 You Broke Like Glass

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4/6/2019                                       mc mm

This one's fairly mean-spirited. And I can kinda understand someone wanting to be mean to their boss, but even so I just don't like the mean ones. Add in using amnesia to make Wayne question his reality this way ... it just isn't my thing. The description of the process, of what's going on in Wayne's head, is amazing, but it just isn't a flavor I want. 6/10 spirals 

 S.O.S.

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4/13/2019                                     mc mf ff md ma cb

Oh, that's *clever.* Also it's a Wild Rose and Sharpe story, so you know it's going to be fun. I adore these characters so much, and seeing them in action is always a delight. The everything in play here, the new villain... all of it's lovely. The mind control itself is pretty meh, whatever, it's magic-level tech, but still, it's a good story. 9/10 spirals 

 Dolly Dagger

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4/20/2019                                     mc mf ff fd

I love the "why do you assume voodoo how rude is that" take in this story, it's absolutely lovely. That's also the  main thing I like - this is a story of magic, and also the abuse of same. There's some good subtle influence as the magic starts to take shape, but mostly it's just a story of a (justifiably) angry man and a witch who doesn't seem to have ever heard any warnings of what you do with power coming back to you, and I just don't like either of them. 4/10 spirals 

 Just Like Christmas

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4/27/2019                                     mc ff

SO CUTE! Also plenty of heat, but it's the cute and shy way Paula approaches the topic that... well, I *remember* being like her. It's been over a decade since then, but I remember all the same. And seeing Duchess going from flirtatious to serious when they start talking about consent? yes, I love that. And the induction, using Tiana as a way to help get Paula into trance, just ... all of it is good and solid and hot and I love it. This is something completely grounded in "it could happen" realism, and I love every moment of it. 10/10 spirals 

 Candy Coated

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5/4/2019                                       mc

This is a clever induction theme, using candy as a metaphor for a mind melting away... even if my preferred trance-y candy is chocolate, which doesn't get mentioned. Fudge does, but fudge and flavored chocolate are different things. And feeding someone a flavored chocolate, seeing them melt into trance as it melts on their tongue? A+, 10/10 would do again. But that isn't this induction, for all it's closely related. The way Jukebox ties the way sugar melts into melting into trance is super good, and I love it, even if I'm less motivated by the sticky "treat" of an orgasm, because I can just be Like That. 8/10 spirals 

 This Is Just 4 U

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5/11/2019                                     mc ff

Well, that's sure a place for this story to go. The way the tension of not having direction, not having a master, builds and resolves is solid, and the command at the end.... oh, this remains such a good plot. I can see it's going to be bad for 4U and her Master, probably, but all the same. 9/10 spirals 

 Remind Me to Forget

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5/18/2019                                     mc ma

... no, I totally didn't just send this link to a friend with a "you'll enjoy this, you shoudl read it", whyever would I do that? Oh, you mean the main character made me think of her, especially just how conditioned to the scent of lavender she is? Ah, well, true. Which is to say I really enjoyed this story, and was picturing a lovely, sweet, tech-y metamour for most of the story, even if the description of the gal just dosn't quite match said metamour. Doesn't matter tho, because I can so definitely see my metamour doing exactly this sort of electronics programming someday just for fun, just because she loves being a brainwashed dolly. Which all sums up to "not my usual style, but it doesn't matter because it's just that good" 10/10 spirals 

 In Your Memory

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5/25/2019                                     mc mf ff md

Ooof, this isn't a fun use of amnesia, though there's definitely power in the "you can't resist me modifying your memories so how can you resist any other thing I do" that in a different context could be really hot. But in this one it just turns my stomach a little. I'm not the target audience for this one - not with the implied betrayal, at least - but if you like someone being trapped when trying to rescue a friend, the implication that their friend is helping to bend them to the hypnotist's will, and ruthless memory modification, give it a go. 6/10 spirals 

 Quick Like a Flash

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6/8/2019                                       mc ff

This is a good story. It also makes me think of my Fae-like girlfriend who enjoys using a suggestion that gives me "the gift of perfect obedience" - her words, not mine. Or, apparently, Jukebox's words, for all this story sure has a Fae creature using exactly that same phrase towards the end. Because sometimes life does indeed imitate art. And Queen Maeve does have that perfect sort of Fae energy that can be so much fun. I could do without the "I'll use you to control everyone who watches your show" element, that's not my speed, but that's really my only quibble. And also my girlfriend got many keysmashes over just how much of a "but. but. This is? Jukebox stop using the magic prophecy typewriter already" moment it was. But that's ok, she likes seeing me flustered. 9/10 spirals

[strayraccoon]

Part 1 of RatioxOC fic. Will post the whole thing later. Disclaimer: minimal knowledge of warhammer40k

Another day, another useless ‘academic’ conference. If it weren’t at the urges of the venerated foundation of Veritas Prime University, Ratio wouldn’t have graced the sham of academic conference with his presence. He knew very well his attendance was merely of promotional purposes (as to attract more attention).  

But of course, he had to attend the conference regardless. For one, it’s a mandatory activity. An educator/teacher/lecturer at Veritas Prime are obliged to attend/present at least one academic conference annually (by IPC standard time). It’s part of point system that forces the members of Veritas Prime to be active in academic community. It has its uses, Ratio admitted. Such system prevents researchers from simply holing up in their basement forever.

Second reason, although it’s a more wistful thinking for Ratio’s part, he was hoping to find talent in the academic conference. A diamond in the rough. A true talented person among the sham. But alas, his hopes were dashed all the more too often. Most presentation in the conference were mostly repetition of old research. The only ‘new’ thing they presented is that they applied the Amber Eras old theories to recent subjects.

Ratio massaged his temple. He could have used the better part of the week actually teaching his classes.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

Beep! Beep! Beep!

The noise of the spaceship’s alarm broke Ratio from his somnolence. He set down his terminal, which he previously used to read his students’ research progress. Yet another disturbance to his thought process. Regardless, Ratio had to leave the small living room to the bridge. His personal spaceship do not have much room, but it was enough to accommodate him (and his collection of books).

Ratio sat on the pilot’s seat, accessing the control panel. He turned off the alarm, then proceeded to check the ship’s system, assessing what caused the alarm to blare off out of nowhere. It was neither damage to the ship’s system or hardware, but rather something external.

A ship floating in the empty aether.

The doctor considered for a moment. He had never seen the type of the ship before. It was certainly not one of the standard IPC spaceships, nor it belonged to the planetary system he was familiar with. The spaceship was, to put it in a word, unnecessarily flashy. The exterior was gilded in gold and decorated with skulls.

“What in Amber Walls is this…” Ratio mumbled with a hint of confusion.

Space pirates perhaps? Those types liked to send fake S.O.S signal to attract merchant vessels, only to turn coat against them. Perhaps the floating waste of space before him was pretending to be a derelict ship, with numerous barbarians waiting in lay beyond the airlock.

Still, what if there was someone truly in need? His conscience wouldn’t let him live off with that knowledge.

Therefore, in matter of minutes, Ratio’s spaceship had already locked in and Ratio himself was ready in the airlock. He had sent messages to the other ship, warning them of his arrival. Obviously, his messages fell on deaf ears.

“Look here, handsome. This is clearly an attempt to board our vessel. Beyond that airlock is definitely space pirates. Don’t try to be a hero and just leave this flashy spaceship alone.” Ratio’s Logic started.

Another voice replied, it’s the Emotion, “Are you being serious or are you being a doofus? What if there’s someone in need of help? Maybe they are too weak to answer to our call.”

“Doofus yourself, don’t cry to me when we’re hostage to barbarians. What would happen to our students then? I don’t see anyone else in the damn universe that could peer review their research.” Logic spat.

“They will manage. If they cannot go on without our guidance, then they have no reason to be researching in the first place. But we digress.” Emotion continued. “Now, the person on the other side of the airlock. They won’t survive unless we intervene.”

Logic scoffed with a gusto,“Ah, yes. What does it benefit us? You always say something along the line of ‘helping those in need’ and all those goody-two-shoes reasons. Give me something else. Otherwise, I won’t concede.”

“Alright, since you asked for it, genius. If there’s pirate, that’s that. We’ll just propel off with our automatic flight system. If not, we can discern where did this vessel come from. Clearly we haven’t seen this kind of spaceship model. We may encounter new galactic community. Oh, and saving the crew too, I guess.”

“Ha!”

“Come now. At the worst case scenario, we find empty vessel with dead crew. We’ll just take the flight data and black box. Then report to IPC space marines about this encounter. Let them take over from there. We can go back to our daily lives without entertaining what ifs.”

“Okay, okay. You won. This time.”

Without hesitation, Ratio pressed the airlock button. Still, he had a beam gun ready on one hand, just in case. What welcomed him into the mysterious derelict ship was neither a group of space pirates nor it was the deranged barbarians. Instead, he was met with eerie silence.

Ratio entered the derelict ship rather awkwardly, as he was wearing space suit. An obvious thing to do, since he wasn’t sure whether the air circulation system was working to begin with. Considering the leaking steam from the pipes on the walls, it may be failing.

However, the doctor had no time to ponder on trivial matters. He stepped out of the airlock and found himself in a long hallway. Just like the exterior, the interior of the spaceship was painfully flashy. The corridor walls were glistening, the doors were gilded in gold, red carpet laid upon the floor, and skulls serving as decoration.

Since the spaceship was of similar size with his own, he could predict the layout. Although it wasn’t exactly carbon copy of his own spaceship, Ratio found several rooms serving as storage, workshop, living room/ bed room, and command center / office. Obviously, the furniture were unnecessarily luxurious.

Judging from the size of the ship and the available rooms, the vessel seemed to be accommodating a small number of crew members, if not just one person. Solo traveling wasn’t as dangerous as it used to be in several Amber Eras ago, and there were more solo-spaceships in production. Perhaps the occupant of the ship enjoyed such trips.

Still, it was too soon to draw conclusion. Ratio entered the office room to find several envelopes on the office table. The envelopes were untouched. Without feeling any remorse, Ratio opened the envelopes only to find documents with unfamiliar characters. It was certainly not IPC standard nor any other characters he knew of. No, it was something new.

“Perhaps we are indeed dealing with new galactic community. Good find, doctor.” Ratio spoke to himself with satisfied tone.

“There’s still the crew. I don’t think you need reminder.” Emotion spoke.

The second to the last door, had unfamiliar characters on it. However, with the sound of creaking and hissing coming behind it, Ratio could easily guess that it was the engine room. He tapped on a button beside the door and accessed the room with ease. 

He didn’t venture too far from the door.

The engine room was on the verge of failing. Steams leaking out of the pipes, sparks of electricity from cables hanging off the ceiling. Ratio wasn’t concerned about those, as something else caught his attention.

The entire room was filled with glossy gas-like substance. When Ratio blinked, he swore he saw images of something inside the engine room. Tentacles. Grotesque creatures with multiple eyes and mouths in places it shouldn’t be. The creature phased in and out, being ethereal and physical at the same time.

Ratio stepped out of the engine room and closed the door right when the tentacles attempted to reach out to him. The doctor gingerly stepped away until his back hit the other side of the corridor.

“What was that?” Ratio finally managed after catching his breath.

“Didn’t I say so, handsome? We’re getting into trouble.” Logic Ratio scoffed.

“Was that really the engine room? What was those creatures? They looked so real and yet ephemeral at the same time.” Emotion Ratio chimed in, “Was this the reason why the ship was abandoned?”

Logic Ratio quickly interjected, “We haven’t seen any proof yet.”

“This may sound crazy,” Ratio added, “Would it be so outlandish if we assume that those creatures are part of the engine room to begin with? Some of them seemed to be fused into the engine.”

“Nahhh…” “What crack are you on?”

“I’m going to need a whole day bath after this.” Ratio tried to massage his temple, but his gloved fingers only found the glass protector of his helmet. So instead, the doctor merely shook his head and decided not to meddle with the engine room again. For a blessing, the creatures did not go beyond the door.

After composing himself, Ratio headed towards the last door in the corridor. He put his hand on the control panel and opened the door. The moment the door gave way, thick white fog flooded out of the room. If Ratio wasn’t wearing protective suit, he would succumb to the coldness of the fog.

Based on the fog alone, Ratio could discern the function of the room. His hypothesis was proven right away the moment the fog dissipates. The darkness of the room could not very well hide the familiar shaped cold-sleep coffin.

Nobody answered Ratio’s call, because nobody could answer. The proof was right in front of him at the time. The cold-sleep coffin was in use. There was no way the occupant could be aware of engine problem and communication. Although, any good spacefaring system would have forced the occupant to wake in case of emergencies. Even then, the system wasn’t immune to fallacies.

Ratio wiped the glass window of the coffin, allowing him to see the occupant. All he could see from the small window, was a small face of a young girl with raven locks. Her sleep looked disturbed, as if she was having shallow dreams instead of deep sleep that sleeping pods would provide.

“Just the one?” Emotion started.

Logic immediately answered, “It’s pretty obvious there’s nobody else. There’s only one coffin in this room. We didn’t see any other crew members either. The existing furniture and facilities indicate this ship is indeed designed for single passenger.”

“Look, the girl just shifted. Even the cryogenics system starts failing? Otherwise she wouldn’t be making such disturbed face.” Emotion pointed out.

“What caused the system failures, I wonder. This ship doesn’t look that old, clearly it’s newly produced. I’d give it good two or three years. Unless the design is utter garbage this ship should last a decade or two.” Logic pondered, then he continued, “Perhaps the things in the engine room was the source of the system failure?”

“No, no. In the first place. What was the things to begin with?” Emotion pursued.

“Mysteries upon mysteries.” Ratio commented, he looked at the coffin’s control panel. Despite the foreign characters, he could discern the occupant’s vital sign. “We wouldn’t know unless we wake the--”

HISSSSS

“What was that?” Ratio started, but he did not have time to think, as the ship started shaking and the engine hissed violently. It wouldn’t take long before the system truly failed.

Ratio had to work fast.

[partnersrelief]

"The enemy arrives at our place."

Photo: Saw Pah Saw Min receiving relief supplies in Karen State, Myanmar.

1.

Struggling

just to make a living. Conflict on their doorstep.  Saw Pah Saw Min is one of the 1.9 million displaced in Myanmar. 

Watch Now

See his story. Share it. And know that every month, help is continuing to reach these communities living on the run, thanks to your ongoing support.

2.

Humble 

in appearance, yet more impactful than you know. Our new women’s health center just opened near Sittwe, Myanmar, where access to other clinics is either too expensive or too far away. Rohingya women in this community now have access to family planning and pregnancy healthcare services, thanks to a trained local midwife and through your ongoing partnership.

Photo: In this humble green clinic, Rohingya women now have access to health services.

3.

You see dirt.

We see a foundation being established.  Our next school rebuild is underway in the Sinjar region of Iraq! Damaged by weather and conflict, 37 remaining students eventually had to move out and study in someone’s home.  But not for much longer.  The rebuilt school will be a center for learning for more than 200 students. That’s a foundation worth building.

Photo: Work on our next school rebuild begins in the Sinjar region of Iraq.

4.

Musicians 

playing where the roar of war once dominated? This is what peace looks like. Coming alongside youth to equip them in peacebuilding through music, art, and community dialogue? That’s what helps ensure this peace only grows. And you’re fueling it through the Arts For Peace Project in the Ninevah region of Iraq, run by our local partner, The Sustainable Peace Foundation.

Photo: group training on musical instruments in the Nineveh Governorate of Iraq.

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Take heart, friends. Together, we are standing on the front lines with the hurting and building peace for future generations. That is something worth fighting for. 

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[fowlerblogs1]

Compare Bluetooth Trackers and GPS-Based Trackers

In the age of advanced technology, trackers have become indispensable tools for a variety of purposes. Whether you're an outdoor enthusiast, a pet owner, or simply someone who wants to keep a watchful eye on your belongings, trackers can offer peace of mind. In this article, we'll delve into the world of trackers and compare two popular types: Bluetooth trackers and GPS-based trackers. We'll take a closer look at the SPOT X Satellite Tracker and the GARMIN GPSMAP 65, highlighting their features, benefits, and use cases.

Understanding Trackers:

Trackers have revolutionized the way we keep tabs on our valuables and loved ones. They utilize cutting-edge technology to provide real-time location data, enabling us to track and locate items or individuals remotely. There are two main categories of trackers: Bluetooth trackers and GPS-based trackers.

Bluetooth Trackers:

Bluetooth Personal Satellite Trackers are compact devices that leverage Bluetooth technology to establish a connection with a smartphone or another compatible device. They are designed for tracking items in close proximity and are most effective within a limited range.

Advantages of Bluetooth Trackers

Convenience and Portability: Bluetooth trackers are small and lightweight, making them easy to attach to keys, wallets, or pet collars.

Cost-Effective: They are generally more affordable than GPS-based trackers, making them a budget-friendly option for everyday tracking needs.

Battery Life: Due to their limited range, Bluetooth trackers tend to have longer battery life compared to GPS-based alternatives.

GPS-Based Trackers:

GPS-based trackers, on the other hand, rely on signals from global positioning satellites to determine precise locations. They offer broader coverage and can track items or individuals across larger distances.

Advantages of GPS-Based Trackers

Accurate Tracking: GPS technology provides highly accurate and real-time location data, ensuring that you can pinpoint the exact whereabouts of your tracked items or individuals.

Wide Coverage: GPS-based trackers are not constrained by proximity limitations, making them suitable for tracking items that are far away or constantly on the move.

Advanced Features: Many GPS-based trackers come with additional features such as geofencing, which alerts you when a tracked item enters or exits a predefined area.

Comparing SPOT X Satellite Tracker and GARMIN GPSMAP 65:

Now, let's compare two popular trackers from different categories: the SPOT X Satellite Tracker and the GARMIN GPSMAP 65.

SPOT X Satellite Tracker:

The SPOT X Satellite Tracker falls into the GPS-based tracker category and is renowned for its rugged design and global coverage.

Features of SPOT X Satellite Tracker

Two-Way Messaging: Unlike traditional trackers, SPOT X allows for two-way communication, enabling you to send and receive messages even in remote areas without cellular coverage.

S.O.S. Functionality: The built-in S.O.S. button can be a lifesaver in emergencies, instantly notifying emergency responders of your precise location.

Navigation and Mapping: The device comes with basic navigation and mapping features, helping you navigate unfamiliar terrains.

GARMIN GPSMAP 65:

The GARMIN GPSMAP 65 is a handheld GPS device tailored for outdoor enthusiasts who require advanced navigation tools.

Features of GARMIN GPSMAP 65

High-Resolution Display: The device boasts a high-resolution color display that enhances map readability, even in challenging lighting conditions.

Multiple Navigation Sensors: It combines GPS, GLONASS, and Galileo satellite systems to provide accurate positioning, ensuring reliable navigation.

Topographic Mapping: GARMIN GPSMAP 65 offers preloaded topographic maps, making it an excellent companion for hikers, hunters, and geocachers.

Conclusion:

In the world of trackers, both Bluetooth trackers and GPS Handhelds trackers have their unique advantages. While Bluetooth trackers are ideal for close-range tracking and everyday use, GPS-based trackers like the SPOT X Satellite Tracker and the GARMIN GPSMAP 65 offer advanced features and global coverage. Choosing the right tracker depends on your specific needs and preferences, whether you're seeking convenience, accurate tracking, or specialized outdoor navigation capabilities.

SOURCE:- https://tinyurl.com/mr2c7day

[aces-and-angels]

another campaign that has been deleted:

ran ibra: £13,330/£35,000 (last known total)

@ranibra71 verification souce (no. 154)

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i need yall to understand the gravity of this situation:

iman: https://www.gofundme.com/f/jhcjrv-help-imans-family-find-safety

omar: https://www.gofundme.com/f/help-me-to-evacuate-from-the-genocide

ran/raina: https://www.gofundme.com/f/displaced-gaza-family-seeks-help-after-war-destroys-lives

assuming these conversions are accurate: $36,676.93 has just been lost. that amount of money is enough to get ~7 people out of gaza (if each crossing cost $5K)

if you've donated to any of the following campaigns: gfm has a guaranteed refund policy- so whatever you donated will go back to you. it's these families that i'm so worried about. it must've taken months to generate these levels of funding and their lives just got destroyed- again.

i am trying to figure out what the best course of action is to try to help them get these gfm's reinstated- but to be honest with yall- i'm in over my head. i've tried contacting gfm's help center and have learned that it is very hard to get in touch with someone directly. you are forced to use this chatbot and need to click through several questions before you even get the option to send an email. and to top things off- the live customer support is closed until monday.

this is basically an s.o.s to anyone who knows anyone w/ experience in running gfm's. i am not sure why any of these campaigns were terminated. i know enough that the process to vet them is extensive and requires families to be very explicit in their campaign descriptions (i.e. accurate spending reports // full names of all the beneficiaries // a working banking account that gfm operates in).

so ye- i need people to spread the word. thanks for your help 🖤

PSA: Please Read

guys- i need someone to help me out here. i was updating my progress tracker for 🍉 campaigns and found out that two of them on my list no longer have functional links and show this message instead:

iman + family: £6,607/£60,000 (last time i checked)

acct: @imanblogs verification source (no. 150)

omar + family: €10,683/€25,000 (last time i checked)

verification source (no. 127) tumblr account has been deleted

if anyone knows if these families have alternative fundraisers posted/have a working link- please share + let me know. not sure how long their links have been like this. i'm sick to my stomach at the thought of them losing all the funds that they've already raised

these campaigns have been verified by @el-shab-hussein and @nabulsi

[iamjaynaemarie]

I’m currently looking for an escape route--to anywhere outside of America. I’m joining a convent in Europe for relapsed non-Catholics.

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

s.o.s, m | knj

pairing(s): namjoon x reader

summary: It's two in the morning and Kim Namjoon is at your doorstep, asking you to fuck. In a fuckbuddies way, because, as a wise man once said, "I may not know love, but I know snacks." Well, you do agree with this statement. Let's go with the flow!

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; smut (fem reader, slight D/s dynamics, blowjob, cowgirl); friends-with-benefits and feels through fucking (classic for me, haha, maybe I fell in love with him while writing it, oops)

happy birthday, Kim Namjoon <3 #happyRMday

--

now playing – pado by bibi

“Hey!”

“Shit, Namjoon, are you trying to break my door down at two in the morning or what? What’s with you? Why didn’t you just type in the lock?”

Kim Namjoon’s large frame and big brown eyes glanced at the silver-blue electronic number pad on your apartment door. “Oh. Right. I forgot you had that now.”

“I have it because you keep losing my key!”

He rubbed the back of his now blond head sheepishly. He must have dyed it recently because it had been dark brown last week. It was shorter than before, trimmed at the sides and longer at the top. Usually it was styled, but right now it was messy and puffy like he had been running across the city on those long legs of his or, more likely, windblown from riding his bicycle on his way here.

Namjoon didn’t drive. He said it was to maintain world peace.

“Do you wanna fuck?” he asked you breathlessly.

You looked down at your massive black sleep shirt that made you look like a lump of fabric, but, well, he picked today to pop the question and what were you gonna do? Say no?

You snapped back up, smacking your finger on your left wrist. “It’s two in the morning!”

“One forty-five, yeah,” Namjoon agreed, glancing at his brown leather-banded, white-faced watch. Simple and sleek. You noticed he had a few colorful string-woven bracelets on his wrists, likely handmade by someone in the various rural villages Namjoon liked to visit in his spare time. He dropped his arm and smiled brilliantly at you with those dimpled cheeks.

“I was thinking about you. You know, that habit you do when you run your hand through your hair and flick your wrist at the end, elegantly spreading your fingers out. Super sexy.”

You felt your ears heat. “Hahah… what?”

He scratched his head and stuck his hands in his loose black pants, draping his warm gray t-shirt over his wrists. Lowered his chin and flickered his eyes to you, awkward half-smile on those full lips.

Oh.

Shit.

“D… Don’t look at me like that,” you muttered, backing up and shifting your eyes. “You always do that.”

“Do what?” Namjoon chirped, stepping inside and out of his brown sandals.

“Give me those puppy eyes even though you’re built like a fucking tank.”

“I snore like one too.”

“Yeah, I know.”

But none of those things really mattered because your arm was snaking up, your other hand slapping the door closed, looking down until you couldn’t look down anymore, lifting your head to playful dark brown orbs and a dimpled smile, already leaning down, his scent of warm cotton and faint florals washing over you, and then his lips touched yours and it was over.

You could say no, you could, but you never really wanted to.

Namjoon wasn’t being rude showing up so late. After all, you had already told him it was one of your fantasies, a late-night rendezvous, a bit of unexpected expected fun. Namjoon was willing to help, a game of ping-pong between casual, sometimes lovers, both too busy and scatterbrained at this point in life to commit to anything, but that worked for you and for him, or at least that’s what you told him and what he told you, his large hands now encircling your back, fingertips pressed into the thin fabric, sighing into your mouth, rhythm of those long fingers dancing up, up, sinking into your hair, tangling himself in it, nibbling at your lower lip.

“I just love touching your hair,” that deep, deep voice whispered to your lips, eyes still closed, smirking as the tip of your tongue darted out, playing with him as he spoke. “And I like messing it up a little.”

“A little? You like messing it up a lot.”

Namjoon curled his fingers inward and pulled back, your head following automatically, grinning with you as he opened his eyes, devious even with the dimples.

“Okay, yeah, you’re right.”

It wasn’t fun if it wasn’t with him.

You raised your hand and spread your fingers out, slowly running your nails up and then down his chest, smirking back at him, your tongue peeking out between your teeth.

Namjoon once said to you, let’s just go with the flow, ride the wave.

He sucked in a breath right now and pulled you close, hands letting go of your hair as he captured your lips again, deep, ravenous kisses that took your breath away, such wonderful lips that loved to travel across your body and wander that wonderland, his hands already reaching for the hem of your shirt, bunching it up as he stumbled back into your apartment, dragging you with him, you riding the wave of his passion, dragging his shirt up with yours, tossing them aside, body to body, exploring lips on that warm skin and muscular chest.

Namjoon also said things like, I may not know love, but I know snacks, so, yeah, he was always poetic like that. Full of wisdom and weirdness, arguably the best combination one could have when struggling through this nonsensical world.

You pushed him down on the bed, kissing all that tan skin, running your nails down his shoulders, walking down his defined biceps finger by finger, digging in a little harder, pairing it with kisses and drawing stars on his pecs with your saliva, making him smile and flash those dimples.

“Like that?” you teased, drawing back a little so he could watch the mastery of your tongue at work.

“You know me,” Namjoon chuckled, the sound radiating from his chest to your mouth, sending ripples through your spine. “I like cute things with a little pinch.”

“Like those tiny beach crabs?”

Now he actually laughed, that throaty, booming laugh of his, nodding with affirmation.

You sometimes wondered when the waves would stop and roll out, sometimes wondered if the tide of Kim Namjoon would go low and leave you behind, but maybe it was the moon or something, cosmic threads that sent him rushing back to your beach, bright and sparkling, always catching the light and looking good from every angle.

“Fuck, I always forget you’re huge.”

“I am not huge. You are being dramatic.”

“Dramatically sucking your dick.”

You knew how to take his breath away, how to make him gasp and his hand fly to your head, groaning as he pushed you down, your throat closing around his rapidly swelling length, tongue all over in the small window you had to wetly caress every contour and vein, bobbing your head in time with his gentle nudges, waiting for you and your jaw to adjust before thrusting a little harder, a little rougher, choppy waves and lost breath. His scent filled your nose, his toned hips in your hands, digging your nails into that muscle, inhaling and drowning in the feeling, pressing him between tongue and roof of your mouth, feeling the head hitting your throat, so you tightened your muscles.

Namjoon moaned your name, brown orbs turning darker from dilated pupils.

It filled your ears and soaked into your chest, your heart pumping faster, beating harder, drawn to the sound like a sailor to a siren.

You took him deeper, pulsing around the head, sticking your tongue out a little to lap at his balls collected in your hands.

“A-Ah, fuck… You’re always so, so good… always making me think of you…”

You watched his eyes close, his hand gripping your hair, not unkind, simply adding a little bit of force, but you were in control of the pace, riding the wave, filling your mouth with his hardness over and over, closing your own eyes, small tears collecting at the corners, unable to breathe, but you already knew you were diving and you practiced for this, holding your breath and bobbing your head fast and tight, your fingernails clawing at his sides just the way he liked, a little neediness, a little desperation, maybe an act or maybe not, honestly hard to tell with how often you had blown him, so maybe it was part of you now, just like how sometimes you would be alone and smell his scent even though Namjoon wasn’t there at all, maybe real but probably an olfactory memory, strange that it would happen just like that, a wave of warm cotton and faint florals that you drank in small trickles right now, your mouth occupied with his thick length, listening to the sloppy, wet sound of his cock being swallowed over and over again by your suffocating mouth, saliva sliding over his balls and onto your chin.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum, fuck!”

Pushing you down, forcing you to deep dive, swallowing on instinct, clamping your lips around his jerking cock with every gulp of gushing cum, the strong salty taste lingering in the back of your tongue as your throat was stuffed with the swollen head. Namjoon shuddered deeply, resonating pleasure that drifted down his torso and through your fingertips. You lapped up anything you missed, sucking it off and Namjoon hissed at the sensitivity, tugging at your hair sharply.

You hummed and retreated a little, breathing again, licking the underside of the tip, wiggling your tongue over the slit and around head, opening your eyes to Namjoon’s panting smile.

“You want me to punish you or what?”

Nah, you wanted to ride the wave, but this particular wave was pretty fucking big.

“Oooh, fuck…!”

Namjoon raised his arms and grabbed your pillows, thrusting his hips up into your pussy after you had lowered halfway. The condom wrapper flew off the bed, probably to be found in some random place in your room tomorrow morning.

A later you problem.

Hands on his chest, sinking down, gasping for breath at the forced stretch at his girth, but it was nicer that way, wet and getting wetter, spreading your knees and arching your back, your hair falling down your shoulders, rolling your body to smack down onto his crotch, fuck, so hard and so full, starting a rough, choppy rhythm because Namjoon was deliberately not letting you set up a reasonable pace and kept thrusting up a little too fast, a little too hard, hot moans tumbling out of your mouth, feeling the crashing pleasure try to overtake you, drawing your knees back in to feel all of him, your palms sliding up, grasping those strong shoulders, lowering your head to speak to those sultry brown orbs reflecting your open mouth and half-lidded gaze.

“Namjoon… please, oh, f-fuck… if you’re gonna be like this, j-just fuck me…!”

He grinned, dimples on display.

“Anything for you.”

Mayday, mayday, you needed to be saved from that teasing smile and those words.

His hands fitted to your shaking hips and held you up easily, lifting his hips up at a deep, hard pace, emphasis on strength and less on speed, the muscles of his arms tense and locked to keep you above him as he slammed his hard cock into your pussy.

“Ah, yes, yes, right there, Namjoon, yes…”

You could go deeper so you did, slapping your hips down too and making Namjoon grin under you. Shit, something about those round cheeks and bright smile while he was railing you practically to heaven was doing something to you, washing out your senses and giving you no time to think, squeezing him inside you and feeling him twitch back, something so sexy about how he could do that even while fucking you, and you saw him suck in a breath, witnessing your effect on him, his hold becoming tighter, his dark lashes lowering, hooded eyes and locking with your gaze.

Drowning in the pleasure with you.

“Come on, you want it, right?” he panted under you, voice so deep it felt like you were underwater, your skin vibrating with the seductiveness of his tone and the depth of his sound mixing with the harsh slaps of skin to skin, wet and wonderful. “Show me you want it, give it to me.”

You couldn’t say no, already tightening your core and smacking down on him harder before he could even finish speaking, the ecstasy shooting up your spine and pouring all over your scalp and mind, letting go, pitched cries and blissful moans, Namjoon moaning with you, your name on his lips and filling up your bedroom, clutching his shoulders and staring into his eyes, breathing in warm cotton and faint florals, cast away into a wild paradise.

You clenched around him and gasped, a powerful jolt rocking through you, surprised at the sudden squelch but then you felt the overwhelming rush barreling through you, sweeping you into pulsing pleasure, one of your hands losing grip and grabbing onto the pillow beside Namjoon’s head, his heavy breath and your exhaled name blowing over on your prickling skin, realizing you were accidentally closer than usual because your hand slipped, his hands tightly wrapped around your waist and slamming you down onto his crotch, groaning and tipping his head back, his eyes closing, Adam’s apple prominent against his flexed neck.

If possible, suddenly you could breathe even less.

Your pussy throbbed around his twitching cock, his orgasm spurting into the condom and your juices soaking his skin with each flinch of the aftermath, wave after wave crashing into you, your arms trembling to hold yourself up so you could absorb it all – him, the dwindling pleasure, the moment when his eyes opened, your name drifting out of those lips in a lustful haze.

“I should… go back to mine, huh…” he wheezed, chuckling slightly. “Otherwise, I’m going to snore too loud and you’re not going to be able to sleep…”

You slid down, closer, closer, seeing the mole underneath his lower lip with his rueful smile. His fingers were drawing circles on your hips.

“I bought earplugs.”

You silenced his laugh with a kiss.

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