#aaron bell

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(via UNIVERSAL CREDIT – Pulp International)

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Aaron Bell

[alesario]

Duke Ellington, Billy Strayhorn, and Aaron Bell, Los Angeles, California, 1960

photo Gordon Parks

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[sethgraysupremacy]

i was awarded the power of polls and knew what i had to do. i love this series but i literally still haven't finished heatwave bc i have to close it and calm down all the time :(

[functional-sad]

ok so i see a lot of people saying aaron bell is the best book dad and, true, he is great. but how is everyone ignoring how he completely lied to and drugged nick for like half of his life?? im honestly so shocked that their relationship recovered so quickly bc if i were nick i would absolutely never forgive that guy.

and not only did aaron consistently lie about the pills and nicks mom, he worked with simon burke to do it. the very man who drugged HIS son and worked against extraordinaries for years. and there's no reason aaron couldn't have told nick the truth much earlier. he just chose not to.

aaron is a great father, yes, but some of his actions are... yikes

[jazzdailyblog]

The Spirit of Leon Thomas: Exploring "Spirits Known and Unknown"

Introduction: In the vast tapestry of jazz, there are few voices as distinctive and unforgettable as Leon Thomas. His unique vocal techniques, particularly his signature yodeling, coupled with his deep spiritual and avant-garde sensibilities, set him apart from the mainstream. While he is perhaps best known for his collaborations with Pharoah Sanders and other luminaries of the 1960s free jazz…

[idwsonicnews]

Updated: Sonic the Hedgehog #74 Preview

Story: Evan Stanley (@spiritsonic) Pencils: Aaron Hammerstrom (@aaronhamm) Inks: Matt Froese (@mattfroeseart) Colors: Reggie Graham (@ziggyfin) Letters: Shawn Lee Associate Editor: Bixie Mathieu Editor: Thea Cheuk Production Design: Johanna Nattalie

[midiosaamor]

First big fight with Aaron Warner? With hurt/comfort/angst??👀

AHHHHHH okay so i havent wrote angst yet but HERE IT GOES!!

❪ ★ ❫ 𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: aaron warner x fem!reader.

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: you thought that the two of you could fix it together. turns out it was when he missed your birthday was when it all fell down.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: angst, crying, use of Y/N, fem!reader, kissing, arguing, breaking up, angst with fluff at the end, aaron warner crying, stress, missing special days.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒: 1530

𝐀/𝐍: redid this too. i feel like i made this too dramatic though😭😭 idk. BUT I LOVR MY MAN HAHGGHDHGAGEGR🫶🫶 also this was my first angst work so DONT GET MAD AT ME FOR THIS BEING TRADHY OKAY

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓. 𝐀𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐑.

𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐃: ✗

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: nahh

it’s been too much. at first, it was just going to bed late, but he still slept with you. then it was not seeing you for a while. then he missed your birthday. your birthday.

you understand that aaron has a lot on his hands, he needs to do his work. but lately, he hasn’t been spending time with you. at all.

yes, juliette and the others are a great company. but it’s nothing compared to the company you have with your boyfriend. or, at least, you used to have. now, you two are in your bedroom. arguing.

you two have never argued, it was mostly just small disagreements that you two immediately fixed. but this—this was a real argument.

“i just—i just feel like you haven’t been spending time with me. like you put your work above me,” you argue, looking at the blond man in front of you. he looks at you with a mix of hurt and frustration.

“love, you have to understand that i have work to do—” he begins, but you cut him off. “and i know that! but you missed my birthday, aaron. my birthday,” you cry, your eyes getting blurry with tears.

aaron sighs and runs a hand down his face. “i know, and that was a mistake. and i’m sorry, angel, but i have to do my work. i have to take care of the reestablishment or it will all come down.”

You blink at him in surprise, before chuckling softly. “right, so, what I’m hearing is: I do love you but my work is more important than you because the reestablishment is more important than my girlfriend?” you ask, looking at him in disbelief.

he looks at you with his eyebrows scrunched up, looking at you with the same expression you have. “no—what—i’m just saying that i have to do my work—wait—no, that’s not what i’m—”

“aaron. if you don’t love me anymore, just say it. don’t slowly push yourself away from me, because that’s much worse than just doing it straight up.”

you’re lying. it’ll hurt either way. this hurts. the argument; aaron not paying attention to you anymore; him missing your birthday. he looks at you with wide eyes.

“what—no, that’s not what i’m saying. i—i have my work to do and—”

“—and i understand that. you have to take care of the reestablishment while i have to take care of north america. it’s just—i tried to make time for you, aaron. i tried to let juliette and nazeera help me with my work so i can spend time with you—but you just want to take care of the reestablishment.”

he gapes at you, looking for words. “what are you saying, love?” you bite your trembling lip. “don’t call me love. let’s—let’s take a break, aaron,” you whisper.

he freezes before words come out of his mouth frantically. “no, no, no, no—wait, love. we can work this out—i’ll make time for you, just—”

you take a deep breath, putting your head down. this is for the best. “you tried doing that, and you just ended up hurting me,” you whisper, looking up at him.

your heart breaks at the sight, but you keep standing. his eyes are filled with tears but none fall, the opposite of you. tears from your eyes fall from your eyes, landing on your cheek.

“love, please. I know you don’t want to do this—I feel it. please, just give me a chance.”

before you could give in, you took a step back and put your head down. “i’m sorry, aaron.” You don’t know why you’re saying sorry. “love, please,” he whispers, looking at you desperately.

you keep your head down as you turn on your heel and walk out of the room.

it’s been a week. a week of you and Aaron not even talking to each other. the only time you look at each other is when he has to pass you the work he did. but you feel him glancing at you, watching from afar.

you moved out of the room you two were sharing and moved in with juliette. she listened to your vent and tears, comforting you when it became too much.

but you’ve changed ever since the two of you—or more like you—broke up. you’ve begun to smile less. you’re starting to have eye bags underneath your eyes and you don’t feel good nowadays.

“Y/N,” juliette says, bringing you out of your daze. “hm?” you hum as you turn to the brunette girl, looking at you with worry. “are you okay?”

you blink at her, looking at you with an expression you know all too well. “yeah, i’m okay. why do you ask?”

“you look terrible,” nazeera butts in. juliette turns to her and frowns but she doesn’t disagree. you sigh and look back down at your papers. “i’m fine, just out of it,” you mutter.

you look at the two girls and smile at them, but that doesn’t clear their worry. instead, that makes them worry more. “alright,” juliette mumbles.

the door knocks and the person behind it waits a moment before opening it the door. In front of it, is a familiar blond. “warner,” juliette says, looking between you and him.

you resist the urge to stare and look down at your papers, going back to work. “i just wanted to hand you some papers,” he says, taking a few steps into the room.

that’s always been him. he doesn’t fully step into the room until you’ve said he could, unless on bad days when he just needs you.

you grit your teeth and scold yourself for thinking like that again.

papers settle down on your desk and you realize that nazeera and juliette left, leaving you alone with aaron.

you make a mental note to yell at them later.

aaron stands there on the side of your desk, not talking or doing anything. “yes?” you ask, looking up at him. not to look into his green eyes. no. of course not.

he stares at you, not blinking. until he finally says, “you have eye bags.” you blink up at him before putting your head down, a blush of embarrassment flooding your cheeks.

“yeah, i know.”

“and your hair looks unbrushed.”

“yeah, i know.”

“and you’re sad.”

you don’t answer. “love,” aaron whispers, making your stomach flutter. you don’t do anything. “love, please, at least answer me.”

you blink and look up at him again. you realize how messed up he is, too. his hair is unruly and his tie is unloosed; his suit looks like it was messily put on.

“yes?”

he slowly sits down, as if warning you what he’s doing. you look at him curiously but then look back down to your papers.

“please, look at me,” he asks. you don’t look at him and instead start to write something down on your paper. “love,” he tries again. you don’t look at him.

his hands find your chin and he turns your face to look at him, his jaw clenched. “you can yell at me, scream at me, punch me, slap me—revolt me, but do not; ignore me.”

your eyes widen in surprise and soon the two of you are staring at each other. “my love, i know you’re hurting,” he finally whispers.

“i’m not,” you finally answer. he closes his eyes before opening back up, looking at you. “yes, you are. i feel it. you’re tired and hurting.”

damn his powers of sensing emotions.

“please, let me take care of you. i promise i won’t hurt you again, i swear,” he begins, “i just want to take care of you like we used to. hug you like we used to—kiss you like we used to. it’s only been a week but, god, it has felt like a century. i’d rather die than live like this, without you; please.”

your breath catches in your throat as he looks at you with watery green eyes, his thumb caressing your cheek. “please, i promise, i won’t break your heart again. i’ll spend time with you, i’ll make time for you, i swear,” he goes on, holding your face with his two hands.

“aaron—” you start, but he interrupts. “please, don’t say no to me. i feel like i’m dying, darling. like this world means nothing to me without you—”

“aaron,” you interrupt. he looks at you desperately, visibly wishing you’ll say yes. you decide to break your rule. i mean, how can you say no when he’s saying something like this?

you nod at him, making his breathing stop. “yes,” you assure. “i’ll—i’ll give you another chance,” you whisper. he freezes; before bringing you into a tight embrace.

“oh, god, love. i promise i won’t lose you again. i won’t hurt you. neger again,” he whispers, kissing your head frantically. tears start to swell up in your eyes as his kisses travel down to your lips, kissing you.

you wrap your arms around his neck and return the kiss, kissing him with an urgency you didn’t know you had in you.

“i love you,” he says in between kisses.

“i love you too,” you respond.

[graysdarling]

〡𝓐. warner ˎˊ˗ in my eyes.

- summery: youre totally, obviously, in love with aaron warner. he just likes you—he’s fond of you. but maybe you could be more in his eyes?

- warnings: none💪

- voicemail: this was made by MIKA HERE‼️ SORRU THIS WAS SHORT ITS MY BIRTHDAY TODAY :(((( BUT ILL DO ANYTHING FOR MY MAN‼️‼️

honestly? you couldn’t help it. how could you not fall in love with AARON WARNER? you knew it was stupid—that a man like him couldn’t like you, but a girl could dream. right?

and so you stood, listening to the blond man as he explained what he was doing with the files he had in his hand. the two of you were in the office of the mansion-like home he had.

if you were honest, you just asked about it to hear him rant. he tended to go on with a rant whenever somebody asked about his work; regardless if they wanted him to stop or not. he put a file behind the other one, continuing his rant that flowed into one ear and out the other to you.

“and if we did that, the whole thing would cancel out with chaos—y/n, are you even listening?” he asked, frowning at you once he looked up.

you blinked a few times, trying to see if he caught you staring. luckily, he didn’t. “if i’m being honest?” you asked. “not really.” aaron gave you an unamused stare, shaking his head.

“then why was i telling you about my work?” he frowned. you blinked again. “because i wanted to hear you rant.” his eyes snapped up to yours and you almost regretted saying that. “i—i’m mostly the one who rants a lot, so i wanted you to be the ranter for once.”

he stared at you with a gaze you couldn’t decipher. he hummed before looking back down at his files. “well, i did rant, so you’re welcome.”

“yeah, yeah. thank you, aaron,” you said sarcastically.

you could’ve sworn he paused, breathing in a sharp breath. but he continued as if he didn’t do it at all. maybe he didn’t and you were being delusional; again. you silently cursed yourself.

to break the awkward silence, you started to hum a random song you listened to before as he began to continue his work.

it stayed like that, for a while. you, sitting across from him—now laying your face beside his lap—, humming, and him, doing his paperwork, silently chuckling whenever you missed a beat or you messed up.

it was when the now comfortable atmosphere turned into a quiet one did he looked down at you beside him.

“why’d you stop?” he asked with a frown. you looked up at him, looking into his emerald eyes. your heart skipped a beat but it wasn’t the time for that right now.

“hm?” you hummed in question. he slightly furrowed his eyebrows. “you stopped humming.” your mouth turned into the shape of a small o whenever you understood.

you shrugged your shoulders before simply answering. “i just wanted to.”

“well then start again.”

“what if i don’t want to?”

“well then i’ll force you to.”

his eyes furrowed again, now in frustration, making you let out a small giggle. “alright, aaron,” you mumbled, smiling at him.

the man stared down at you, pausing. your smile slowly faded as you started to hum, closing your eyes again.

you felt his gaze on you for a while before it went away, probably to focus back on his work.

you wouldn’t lie that it made you feel all giddy inside.

now, aaron warner knew he liked you. he liked you way more than other people, actually. but the flutter in his stomach and the urge to adore you more and more was growing stronger.

was it just a liking towards you, or no?

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 @reminiscentreader @nqds @flowers-for-em @tornqdowarnings @sophiesonlinediary @imaseabear @alwaysthefangirl (click here to be added to my taglist! <3)

[sethgraysupremacy]

another contribution to the tweets bc i’m abt to go to bed

[idwsonicnews]

Sonic the Hedgehog #63 Preview Page

Misadventures (Part 1)

Writer/Line Art: Evan Stanley

Colors: Valentina Pinto

Letters: Shawn Lee

also featured in the issue is the back-up strip Speed Sightseeing

Writer: Ian Flynn

Pencils: Aaron Hammerstrom

Inks: Rik Mack

Colors: Reggie Graham

Letters: Shawn Lee

[midiosaamor]

❪ ★ ❫ 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐒.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: modern!aaron warner x cramping fem!reader

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: lately, ever since you’ve got your period, you’ve been having severe cramps and bad headaches. good thing you have aaron warner as your boyfriend.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: cramping, headaches, mention of period blood, fluff, pain, just aaron taking care of reader🫶

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒: 511

𝐀/𝐍: this was requested by an anon here! GRAHGGR I LOVE AARON WARNER LIKE YOU DONT UNDERSTAND I NEED HIM IN MY BLOOD, IN MY BED, INSIDE OF ME. LIKE ID DO ANYTHING BRUH WHY IS HE JUST SO GOOD I NEED HUN SO BAD⁉️⁉️⁉️‼️(ignore my ranting about a fictional character)

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓. 𝐀𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐑.

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: @reminiscentreader @nqds @never-enough-novels @ilyiwdtpyiwmyhmtkys @evaswarner @sc11vb @sophiesonlinediary @starrynightsxo @f4iry-bell @his-littlefox @viivdle @aaron-warner @reyreadersblog @urbanflorals @imaseabear (ask if you want to be added or removed from taglist! <3)

now, AARON WARNER knew about cramps. he made sure to read all about the cycle where women go through hell, in your words. but he didn’t know that it was this bad.

it felt like torture for you. not only were you on your period, but you also had massive cramps and headaches. so yes, you were in hell.

aaron went out a while ago to get items for you, like heat pads and necessities. but he’s taking too long. honestly, who takes that long to get pads, heat pads, and more advil?

even though it was only five minutes later when he came back, he still took long.

“hello, angel,” he says as he walks into your shared room.

you don’t respond, the pain is too much for you. aaron sees that and frowns, putting down the bags on the floor to take out items for you.

he immediately takes out advil and puts it on your nightstand. “do you need water?” he asks softly, not wanting to anger you.

“mhm.”

he nods and walks out of the room, just to come back with a cup of water. “can you sit up, love?” he asks, setting the cup of water down next to the advil.

“y-yeah,” you say, slowly sitting up from your spot on the bed. he smiles at you, opening the cup of advil for you and taking one pill out.

you take the small pill from him and put it in your mouth before he gives you the water, and you swallow that too.

aaron smiles at you before getting the bag again and taking out a packet with a heating pad in it. “do you want to wait for this?” you shake your head.

he nods, takes out the heat pad, and lifts your shirt, sliding down your pants just a bit to the pad below your belly button.

you sigh once you feel the heat of the pad, slowly making your cramps hurt less. aaron moves with the bag and goes inside the restroom, probably putting the stuff up.

a few seconds later, he walks out, the bag gone. “do you want me to make some tea for you, angel?” he mumbles, walking up to you.

you shake your head. “no, just want you to lay down with me.” he smiles at you, dimples and all, before slowly getting in bed and lying beside you comfortably.

he hasn’t changed yet, though. he’s getting underneath the blankets while dressed, which is very unlike him.

“aren’t you going to change first?” you murmur, turning your head to look at your boyfriend. he pauses for a few moments before answering. “you’re more important.”

you smile at him, before wincing because of your headache. aaron quickly engulfs you in a hug, gently rubbing your arm. “the advil will work in a few more minutes,” he mutters in your hair.

you nod, not wanting to respond. he sees that and doesn’t try to start a conversation, knowing that it’ll just anger you. dinner is coming later than usual, you guess.

[sethgraysupremacy]

owen: okay, listen, i've had a really hard time lately, i'm stressed out, seven people died-

seth: twelve, actually.

owen: not the point. look, they're dead now and really whose fault is that?

seth: yours!

owen: that's right: no one's.

[muffinlance]

I had a dream where everything in The Skin Stealer's Son is the same but Aaron had a gamer tag floating over his head that said Aaron (Local Menace)

This changes absolutely nothing about how people interact with him which means it is EXACTLY the tag he deserves

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