#THANK U HELEN!!!!!!!!!
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for the cuddle ask game... 4, 14, 16, 20, 26, 30 <- I limited myself to 6. feel free to combine any or discard any as you please xxxxx
HELLO HELEN and thank you for this prompt LOL super cute and I had a great time writing it!!! sorry this is so late but I HAVEN'T ABANDONED THESE PROMPTS I PROMISE!! anyway I picked 20. cuddles while reading to each other plus 30. pulling the other's arms tighter around themselves from this prompt list.
Hawkeye yawned. He tossed his book onto the nightstand and rolled over twice, coming to a stop on top of BJ.Â
âHi,â BJ said, raising his own book to better consider Hawkeye, who was looking at him intently.Â
âHi,â Hawkeye answered. He nosed into BJâs chest. âWhat are you reading?â
BJ showed him the cover of his book. A thick science fiction collection Hawkeye had gifted him. More to Hawkeyeâs tastes than his own, but he was enjoying himself anyway.Â
Hawkeye continued to gaze at him. It was pointed, and expectantâBJ knew what he wanted. An occasional nighttime routine. Usually it was indulged when one or the other of them was struggling with sleep, but it was nice, too, for no reason at all.Â
âThe fact is, the Time Traveller was one of those men who are too clever to be believed: you never felt that you saw all round him,â BJ began, reading aloud, clear but soft, speaking from the chest instead of projecting.
Hawkeye rubbed his face against BJâs sternum lazily, eyes shut in contentment. He had a terrific cowlick.
BJ grasped his arm with his free hand as he continued to read, anchoring him. Hawkeye was breathing softly against him, asleep or thoroughly relaxed, by the time he reached a page break. Moving might disturb Hawkeye, so BJ struggled to turn the page one-handedâmanaged to free his thumb, stretched to reach the opposite page, and dropped the book onto Hawkeyeâs head. Hardcover and all.
âOh, Hawk,â BJ said, already laughingâHawkeye had made a funny, catlike sound of discontent, and the thunk of the book bouncing off of him had been even better. He clutched Hawkeye tight and tried to kiss the crown of his head and stop laughing so much all at once, trying to balance how terribly he felt with how comic the progression of events had been. âIâm sorry, Iâm sorry. Did that hurt?âÂ
Hawkeye removed his head from BJâs chest, looking at him through one slit eye. His indignation cracked into laughter almost immediately.Â
âSorry, Iâm sorry,â BJ repeated, rubbing his back. His ribs hurt from laughing under Hawkeyeâs full weight.Â
âSome alarm.â Hawkeye slipped down to rest his head against BJâs middle.
âWhat about my book?â BJ asked, when it seemed like Hawkeye was settling in for the night.
âThat deadly weapon? Itâs staying on the mattress where it canât hurt anyone.â
âSorry again.â BJ petted Hawkeyeâs hair, feeling guilty and protective, even though it hadnât been a hard hit, and Hawkeye would tell him if heâd really been hurt.Â
Hawkeye patted his flank. âJust teasing, Beej,â he reassured him, looking up long enough to wink. âIâm hard-headed.â He paused, holding BJâs gaze. And Iâm bringing the encyclopedia to bed tomorrow. For self-defense.â
BJ squeezed him. âWhich letters?â
âOh,â Hawkeye said, nuzzling into him happily, âlet me see. A for aerial, ambush, attack; B for betrayal, book, bombardment, bruiseââ
âI get it,â BJ said, laughing, and kissed the rest of the alphabet away.
#sub-500 short & sweet#swear to god i'm still finishing these#beejhawk#hunnihawk#THANK U HELEN!!!!!!!!!#partlyironic#my fic#prompt fills
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missing them a little bit as of late... my toxic yuri roots....
old comic redraw because i wanted to draw them but had no new ideas....
#helanie u saved my life...#helanie#melanie king#helen distortion#tma#the magnus archives#magnus archives#please ignore how horribly off center melanies shirt is dw about it thanks
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Hurricane Helpers (day 7 LAST)
AND WE ARE DONE!! \^0^/
Thank you all so, so much who donated, liked, &/or reblogged our Hurricane Helper fundraiser. While weâre still waiting on Professor Caseâs final number, on my end weâd raised $450+ for Greater Good Charities! I can only think of how many people that would help. 8u8
This last batch of Hurricane Helpers turned out to be almost all red-toned for some reason (also I got so, so many Fire-types working in the rain through this lol? XD) Enjoy, & once again, thank you!! đŠľđ§ď¸
#pokemon#fundraiser#hurricane relief#hurricane helene#hurricane milton#collab#team up#double battle#THANK YOU!!#couldnât have done it without you!#now to go back to drawing DxP REWRITE -u-
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my new rot is making sharp & ronen take in sebastian at the end
#hogwarts legacy#sebastian sallow#aesop sharp#its a bit of a weird mix ngl but its the idea of the ravenclaw not letting seb be given to azkaban but still asks professors for advice#so she asks sharp AND ronen and hecat for advice. i think in the end there's just too much in azkaban to make it unjustifiable#but something does need to be done with sebastian. the next best thing is expulsion but that just leaves him more vulnerable to influence#so its personalized mentorship. i like the idea of sebastian learning how to manage with sharp bc sharp as we know#has a secret room with walls filled with art. ronen is a fellow slytherin with a penchant for learning and empathic understanding to#the struggles of children#i love the slytherin professors man. hecat was an unspeakable and also understands the under the table shit students do#i think theyre equipped to help one kid after a murder considering with the state od azkaban (which sharp should know as well as maybe hecat#isn't really an option#i think sebastian is so Ferally TM curious. regardless of anne i do think he wouldve dabbled still in dark arts#but probably just never so far as the game but i wouldnt put it past him#hs rambles#i say not an option mostly bc iyk the hufflepuff quest it is mentioned to be p bad and its obv with Helen that there are people who think#that the prison needs reform esp with the dementors#ominis even says they may never see sebastian again. its a equal playing field regardless of who it seems? idfk i never got into hp but idk#id love to send sebastian to prison but i also do not like the prison so i need alternatives for my fic ideas#let sebastian have hobbies honestly thats the end game for my sharp & sebastian & ronen rot#abraham ronen#i just want more professor content that isnt just sharp thank u good day
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happy yuri friday saturday everyone did you know that uhhhhhh
#mash#m.a.s.h#m*a*s*h#margaret houlihan#helen whitfield#houlifield#suggestive cw#femslash#doodles#rotating them in my mind at high velocities#im drawing WOMEN again... feels good feels organic... thank u mash
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HOLY FUCK MY POWERS ON
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still have no power/running water and the area around us absolutely ate shit but came on here to make to say they should invent t4t but for doing puzzles together. and fucking sloppy style but AFTER the puzzle is done
#iâve been doing puzzles. picross and jigsaw. my favourites#if ur a tranny and u love puzzles hmu#we should be friends#also rip appalachia thanks helene for waiting until we moved at least#but also damn. whadda hell
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the thing about i-40 that pisses me off so bad is that they JUST fucking finished construction on that section of road after like ten YEARS
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The Night Nurse - Ch 8
A John Wick x Helen Fic
When nurse Helen Morgan is caught in the crossfire of a shootout and aids the injured John Wick, sheâs faced with two options: serve the High Table, or be executed as a Witness. She tells herself her choice to work at the Continental has everything to do with survival, and excellent pay, and *not* her growing feelings for the Tall, Dark, and Handsome Assassin⢠who got her into this mess in the first place, thank you very much. â Masterlist / Chapter Map â
VIII.
This was a day for firsts. John found himself seated at his dining room table, the modern behemoth that could seat ten, but had only ever serviced dinner for one. Later, there would be two. Now, it was being used as a medical table while Helen administered fresh stitches.
âThis time,â she mused while finishing off a knot, âLetâs wait for you to heal completely before engaging in strenuous activity.â
âI would never get anything done.â She leveled him with a look, indicating this was not the correct answer. Though he knew he walked on dangerous ground, the corners of his mouth twitched. âYes, Nurse.â
âThatâs more like it.â
She applied a fresh bandage. âTry not to get this wet in the shower.â
He was no stranger to wound care routines. âSure.â
As she pressed the last bit of adhesive her fingertips lingered over the curve of his deltoid, tracing the black cross there lightly. It caused a shiver to run down his spine. This time, he didnât try to hide it.
âAre youâŚa religious man, John?â
He shook his head slowly, anticipating her next line of questioning.
âYou have a lot of religious tattoos.â Â
âThey mean a certain thing to people in my world. It has very little to do with Christianity, believe me.â
âYou mean, our world?â
John titled his head in a silent question of Really?
âJust saying. I made my oath to the High Table. No oneâs come after me with a tattoo gun.â
âYou havenât done hard time,â he answered quietly. âAnd I would like to keep it that way.â
Her eyebrows shot high at that. âWere you in prison?â
âOnce.â
âFor how long?â
âThree years.â
âYou didnât get three years for homicide.â
âI was very well behaved.â
She narrowed her eyes, weighing him with that molten caramel gaze. âI think youâre fucking with me.â Hearing her say it, no matter the context, twisted him up with a sudden unforgiving wave of desire. Then, she sighed. âSorry. You donât have to tell me.â
He caught her hand before she could draw away, so quickly sheâd barely seen him move.
âIâll tell you,â he offered quietly.
âOkay.â
She stepped closer, standing between his splayed legs, as though sharing these dark secrets required a more intimate proximity. Her fingertips toyed with the ends of his hair, and not for the first time, John thought he might just die.
âI...said I was an orphan.â
âYes.â
âMy mother died in a car accident, when I was very young. Not long after, my father wasâŚkilled, in a street robbery.â
âOh, John.â
âI spent years in the orphanage. When I proved strong enough to survive...I was adopted. Sold, more like. To a crime organization that took children to mold as they saw fit. They taught me how to kill, and they gave me these tattoos. The arm cross, for my first kill. It signified my devotion to their cause.â
Her eyes went wide. âHow old were you?â
âSixteen.â
âShit.â There was the glimmer of tears in her eyes, and he felt a tremor inside, a fissure in his armor, cracked open by her compassion. He could not stop himself from holding her hand against his cheek with a desperation that he had not felt since he was a young boy. John closed his eyes, knowing he could not go on speaking while looking upon her lovely features pulled with such worry and pain, for him.
For him, he marveled, a creature so cloaked in darkness and destruction so as to never deserve forgiveness.
She truly was an angel of mercy.
âThe praying hands came when I graduated from their school. Itâs like a brand of ownership. It meansâŚthe bearer is asking for mercy that is rarely granted. Not from God though. FromâŚHer. The woman who ran the syndicate. She was our God. Our judge. Our Executioner.â John found he couldnât bring himself to name the Ruska Roma to Helen. He had a sinking intuition that it could be dangerous. A feeling that she might do something brave, and stupid, like ask around until she found the Tarkovsky theatre, and march out to tell The Director off on his behalf, with that magnificent Irish temper of hers.Â
âThat is horrible. You can't own people,â she protested, her words brittle. He almost smiled for her naivety.
âYou can, where I come from. Where life is cheap, and freedom is a fairytale. Itâs how most of the world lives, sweetheart.â The endearment slipped from his lips before he could stop himself. She did not seem to take offense though, so absorbed in the horror of what he was telling her.
âBut...this wasn't the Tarasovs who did this to you?â
âNo. They bought me, essentially, when I was a young man. I was becoming difficult to control. She didnât quite manage to break me, like so many of the others. I wantedâŚmore, than the enclosed world She allowed us to inhabit. I think She sensed I would tear down what sheâd built, if She didnât let me go. In a wayâŚTarasov was a blessing. At least in the Bratva you can have a life that is somewhat your own, so long as you get done what Viggo needs done.âÂ
âOh, JohnâŚâ
It was so heartbreaking to her, that his formative years had been so brutal that joining the fucking Russian mob had been a kinder placement.
But there was more, and now that heâd started talking about it, it was as though he couldnât stop. The words just kept pouring.
âI didnât put it together until I was much older, but I suspect my father was like me. He came from the sameâŚsyndicate. Raised to do what I do from a young age. But he must have run away to be with my mother. I think they found him and killed him for it, then She took me asâŚrevenge? Payment? A warning? Iâve never known for sure.â
He had not found out, from an offhanded comment here and some digging there, until long after heâd left the Ruska Roma. If heâd known when he was a young firebrand, he absolutely would have burned the Tarkovsky Theatre to the ground no matter the consequences.
âJesus, John.â
John finally opened his lids when he felt her fingers sliding through his sweat-damp hair, her eyes filled with compassion. He did not resist when gently she pulled him into an embrace, his cheek resting against her chest. The steady beat of her heart beneath his ear calmed him, grounded him from the spiral calling up these memories could inspire. Her hand rested on the crown of his head, and maybe it was ridiculous, butâŚfor the first time, in a very long time, he felt safe.
He could have stayed there forever, but it seemedâŚdisingenuous, to take advantage of her compassion that way. Little did he know, she would have held him for hours if he asked her to.
She looked down at him like she could see straight through him, nodding slowly to all this information heâd imparted, her fingers still sliding languorously through his hair.
âIf I ever meet this bitch, Iâm going to punch her in the face.â
The very thought pulled the tiniest suggestion of a smile from Johnâs lips. âI believe you. And thatâs why Iâm not giving you a name.â
âAre there that many women-led crime syndicates in New York?â
âYou might be surprised.â
âHmm. SoâŚif the Tarasovs bought youâŚ.Jesus, I hate thatâŚdo they still own you?���
His heart felt as though his blood had thickened to lead. But theyâd come this far, and he owed her nothing less than the truth.Â
âIâve climbed the ranks. I have standing. Iâm not a slave, but no one gets out, when youâre in as deep as I am. It would requireâŚan Impossible Task.â
The furrow between her brows broke his heart. He wondered if that quick and beautiful mind was absorbing all this information, sorting it out and weighing the gains and the consequencesâŚand inevitably arriving at the only sane conclusion: how can you be with a man, if heâs owned by someone else?
It was a conclusion she had every right to make, but it hurt. It hurt in a way he hadnât felt in a long time, an ache deep in a part of his heart he hadnât managed to numb over the years.
âAre you happy now, at least?âÂ
The question only further twisted the knife. Only recently, had he begun to actually feel that elusive emotion. It had more to do with her than any of the relative freedom or vast wealth heâd accrued. Â
âI'm...getting there.â A part of him wanted to finish the thought. Because of you. But his conscience stopped himâhe didnât want the burden of his happiness resting on her shoulders, when already this amazing woman carried so much. He had to lighten the mood, or their evening would be ruined, and it would be all his fault.
âYou know there was one good thing She taught me.â
âOh?â
âHow to dance.â
âWhat?â
âBallet.â
Helen frowned at the absurdity of this notion before laughing out loud. âI think youâre fucking with me again.â
John decided to take that moment to stand, the fronts of their bodies nearly pressed in a line. His hands found her tiny waist, as though it was their natural resting place. âIâll prove it to you. Want to do a lift?â
âDonât you dare!â she squealed, skipping away across the floor, putting a chair between them. âI am not redoing your stitches again!â It took every iota of his self-control not to give in to his hunterâs instincts and chase her, grab her up, and finally slant his mouth over hers to make her his. He found his cheeks hurt from the strain of grinning wider than he ever had, though he feared it might more resemble a baring of teeth.
Helenâs eyes shone with laughter, her lips parted. She really was the most beautiful thing heâd ever seen.
  âDid you do that just to cheer me up?â she asked, the softness in her voice squeezing his heart like a fist.
âWould I do such a thing?â
She narrowed her eyes, seemingly for the umpteenth time that day. âI am going to go take a shower, Mr. Wick. And you had better get started on that dinner you promised me.â
âYes maâam.â
He watched her disappear down the hall towards the guest bedroom, a lightness in his heart that almost confused him. Was this the relief to be found in confessing oneâs sins? Or was it her? Just the miracle that was Helen Morgan, and these feelings she inspired in his breast. He dared not name it; for anything John Wick had ever loved, had died in some way.
He couldnât bear to curse Helen too.
#for my Helen stans#i luv u guys đ#thanks for being patient#john wick#john wick x helen#john wick fic#keanu reeves#helen wick#john wick the night nurse
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#i was gonna launch into some of my pet theories about this again but then i realised they werent interesting lmaooooo
so what if they aren't interesting. do it!!! (I you want to. I'm interested)
omg I've been enabled! hi thank u xoxo
(EDIT: I'm stupid and forgot to add the post this is referring to)
so in general my read on this is that the way Peg writes to BJ points to a much less uptight and more gentle pre-war BJ, which is generally in line with other things I see in his character (like his shock at his own displays of anger etc)... Some people question why on earth Peg is telling this man all these things that are happening that cause him to go off the deep end and my answer is that she tells him because these things would not have caused the BJ she knows to react with anything but good humour. in Mail Call Three we get this:
...one of our good neighbors made a pass at her. How did she handle it? She thought it was funny.
so to my mind, Peg told him this (and all the other stuff that made him loopy) because she thought BJ himself would find it funny too. perhaps in the past he absolutely would have.
Whether this points to a BJ who always had the capacity for great amounts of anger and jealousy but never let it out before the war, someone who was just never challenged in the same way finding out facets of his personality he genuinely didn't know existed, OR a man who genuinely WAS free and easy at one point who became inherently (and maybe forever) changed into everything he would have once found laughable... is up for some fun debate. maybe it's a little of all three and some more besides.
i personally headcanon a BJ who started off a generally good natured dude, who actually really shaped his whole life and perception of himself around BEING and inhabiting that kind of man - who was shaped into something a little harder to digest through trauma.
#bj hunnicutt#bj analysis#thank you for asking mwah#TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK IF U LIKE maybe peg hates him and wants to drive him sick with rage#helen speaks
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nearly finished the romanov sisters by helen rappaport and am Really enjoying it... i'm so used to history books being dry and under-referenced but her writing style and structure is so smooth and the bibliography is like 100 pages on its own
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a year ago, @jamesshawgames released Interlude 5 for Relics 3 beta and I haven't known peace since
#JAMESSSS ONCE AGAIN I THANK YOU FOR MY BELOVED GAY RIGHTS <3 <3 <3 that update was wholly unexpected if u recall#and i am STILL fondly looking back at it from time to time <3#anyways absolutely unrelated meme but i saw it on twitter and well. hehe yeah <3#also skdhdododkb bc i am poor with imagining faces and i also have never seen one (1) author pls excuse this rendition :3c#relics of the lost age#relics series#relics series my beloved#relics mc#helene spillane#marĂa garcĂa pĂŠrez#marĂa garcĂa pĂŠrez my beloved#fan art#my art#lee draws#lee draws stuff#lee makes memes
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Yippeeeeeee woohooooo da powers back im no longer a human puddle yayyyyyy
#sorry#gotta celebrate#thanks for everything helene#i love you air conditioning#i love u power guys#i love you running water#gn everybody#pearl posting#lobo-nacrification
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Fresher than a mother !
#creature feature#think i found my new face tag#i feel AWESOME AND HOT#WOOOOO#Thank you Helen i love u
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Doug: Did Evans just tell me he loved me for the first time?
Bierce: Yeah, he did.
Doug: And did I just do finger guns back?
Bierce: Yeah, you did.
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throughout the series of drake and josh it pretty consistently implies that josh nichols is a christian (josh peck is jewish) and in the finale of the series helen (played by yvette nicole brown, not jewish[?]) is portrayed as a practicing jew
#i dont have a problem w either of those things necessarily i just find it interesting#if i had to guess. drake and josh was a mainstream that didnt wanna touch on religion generally#but josh was kind of a dork and usually when josh's religious beliefs are implied it is in dorkish ways#such as praying and thanking the lord after he has his first kiss.#but since dan schneider is jewish perhaps he wanted to make helen have a jewish wedding in the finale?#not that there needs to be a reason. but u do notice occasional jewish-related jokes in d&j but none of them are what you could call#offensive. in good faith that is. 'eric is a pacifist' 'i thought he was jewish?' like come on#text post#i have been rewatching drake and josh recently and i have had so many thoughts#im almost done. i just have left that stupid dance episode that they premiered last for the stupid reason#of a special dance-themed premiere night in fall 2007. they premiered the third episode of icarly and a new zoey 101 on the same night#which i think is so stupid. they should've aired really big shrimp last. it messed w my understanding of the series at the time lol#i remember not really knowing that the show was ENDING. like i knew icarly was starting & miranda was doing that#i thought really big shrimp was like just another special like go hollywood.#and then like two days later they premiered the helicopter episode for some reason#and i was like why is drake not famous in this. he just had a number 1 song in a superbowl commercial#and then a month later the dance one. which. if anything is satisfying about that as a final episode it's just that#that unnamed girl from the blues brothers episode who is obsessed w drake shows up again and congratulates them#and the very final line of the series is 'who is she?' because. because really who IS she?#that's a funny enough throwback to wrap things up with i suppose#drake and josh wasn't a highly serialized show so i can see how they could air those after the intended finale and act like it didn't matte#but i have to tell you it did fuck with my brain a bit at the time. lol. i still think of those episodes as having 'happened' after#and on paramount plus those episodes are still placed after really big shrimp. the injustice#but thats kinda messy. what a weird way to end such an influential and popular sitcom#season 4 had a few lowpoints while still also having some VERY solid episodes.#idk. ill have to continue my series review another time im getting way too longwinded here#helen dubois is jewish
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