#about lynds

[edgarallennope]

no thank you for asking im okay but the thing is I have never mentally left "James I just wanted to say to you that if all that was left of you was your smile and your little finger you'd still be more of a man than anyone I've ever met that's because you know what I can do with my little finger I've no idea but I bet you're aching to find out you're not going to let me back in there are you you've got your armor back on that's that I have no armor left you've stripped it from me whatever is left whatever is left of me whatever I am I'm yours"

[chiropteracupola]

I like when books have Maps and Charts in them and I think that all books should have such things.

and books which already have them? I think they should have More Maps and Charts.

[mostofthingsmostofthetime]

I finally started watching Anne with an E. I know seven years late, but better late than never, right?

So here's part 1 of my memes for AWAE Season 1 Episode 1.

The auidence getting introduced to Anne:

Me, watching the intro:

Anne summed up in one picture:

Anne, every time she experiences a trumatic flashback:

Anne: Just wanting to be treated with basic human decency

All the adults before the Cuthberts:

Adult's minds as soon as they see Anne:

Episode 1 really had everything -

. Gaslight

. Gatekeep

. GirlBoss

What I thought was gonna happen when Anne was running towards that cliff:

[mzannthropy]

In Anne of Green Gables in the first chapter, Rachel Lynde has this line:

A body can get used to anything, even to being hanged, as the Irishman said.

Is this a saying, or was she referring to some literal Irishman she was told this by? I've not been able to find out anything about it, so I wonder, does anyone know?

[in-your-dreams-vn]

I am in a playful mode rn so here comes a spicy question 😳😳😳 (I'm asking this before I get calmer and decide not to ask this MDMEMFFM) What's their reaction to them about to fwop fwop ;))) with MC and finding out MC is a virgin lol

ehehehehe. This is gonna be fun

18+ below the cut

Traum

They are surprised once you tell them. They are already on top of you, onesie hanging down below their hips as the confession left your lips between kisses. "but....what about..." Traum bit their tongue, not wanting to reveal how much they have been stalking you in your dreams. What was confusing to them was all the wet dreams you have been having. If you were a virgin then why did you have so many? Was that just a human thing? They shook their head to clear it. "No matter. I will make sure that you feel good alright~ Let's take it slow~" They smiled at you and began kissing down along your neck to your collarbone and chest. "I will take my time preparing you~ And once you feel comfortable we can go all in~" with a soft kiss on your bellybutton Traum's head sunk below your abdomen and the lext thing on your mind what their tongue on your sex and white hot pleasure.

Lynde

He is also surprised knowing what Traum knows about the wet dreams. However he is more than okei with it. "I...you know I am too actually" His cheeks turned a bright pink and he looked away. "So that means we can learn together right?" He gave you a shy smile before lying down and pulling you on top of him. "We can just go slow. I won't do anything you aren't comfortable with alright?" His hands run up along your thighs, one going up to rest on your hip and the other exploring your abdomen. "Just let me know alright?" And with a nod from you his slender fingers find your sex and began preparing you for what the night had in store.

[capaldiera]

what if you worked with a guy and he told the british government you helped fund terrorism so they interrogated (tortured) you but you were innocent so they bought you a nice villa as an apology and then the guy showed up at your door and asked for help. and you said fuck off but he said pretty please so you help him which gets you killed and then you die in his arms and you use your last breath to give him advice on how to not hate his dead ex who you think was nice

[gunpowder-gemini]

I'm really tired of getting talked over when I try to bring up my problems. How the fuck am I supposed to feel like I can share things with you if every convo has to get turned back to YOUR problems and YOUR stress like mine don't even matter?

[prissy-andrews-is-that-bitch]

Mrs. Lynde *known for gossiping a lot*: your secret is safe with me

[bigassbowlingballhead]

The fuck you mean Deb Scott is Star Trek tng

[suguru-getos]

| Bully! Gojo Satoru x F!Reader | Part 5 |

Part: 4 / 3 / 2 / 1

Summary: You had just transferred schools, and your first day was an encounter with your new bully. He’s mean, terrifically hot & absolutely a menace. Though there’s more to that personna

Chapter Summary: After doing your much needed due-diligence with Satoru, he’s backed you up against the wall in the school corridor again. Things are a little… different however.

Warnings and A/N: For a change we have no such warnings here :3 Just Satoru Gojo sama 🙇🏻‍♀️ getting a little in his senses and grieving when the Reader-chan opens up a little. <3 Angst? Yeah.

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"Can I please have some money." You want to recoil and kill yourself right now. The scrutinizing gaze of your mother is like leech on your skin, itching your core. You don't like this, but after what you had done today in the cafeteria; you really want to get this over with. There are still flashes of Satoru's face in front of your eyes. He looked devastatingly beautiful with those bangs drenched with water. Pale skin reddening at the coldness of the water. He looked so harmless. So… human. The way he extended his hand to you, he didn't seem like he had any malice or could ever harbour any.

"For what?" Your mum asked casually, "We have given you enough money to be comfortable, Sweetheart. I don't see the point." She dismissed, sighing at you. She couldn't care less about you suddenly being a tad too needy over finances.

You expected this, which is why your lips are unable to part in resistance. You open your mouth in false hopes that a sentence will come to aid you, against your mother, against Satoru Gojo. It doesn't.

She has given birth to you, you'd like to be in the disbelief that she can't see the stress in your face. You get up, "That's fine, nothing important actually." Your shoulders droop in defeat. You don't want to be mistreated, called irresponsible, told that you should be careful, less egotistical, more bendable to people's wills, told to tone yourself down, to mellow your aura, to water yourself down…

"What is it, Y/N?" She called your name softly, "haven't seen you go and attend Kickboxing classes either. Want to do something else? You always pick up new things and abandon old ones. No discipline- no consistency-" normally, you're professional in letting her words linger through one ear and part from the other. Not today.

"Yeah, thanks for being so appreciative. Love that for me." Ignoring the chastising replies, you stomped to your room. Yeah, you can't be free of Gojo Satoru so easily. You can't even hope to fathom what he will do with you tomorrow in school.

---

Meanwhile, Satoru's not changed his shirt, even after returning from school, sitting in his room and replaying back your words and your actions over and over like a tape he wouldn't get sick of, even if he tried his best. Lips parted and huffing. He's hurt. His ego is bruised but his heart doesn't feel okay after watching the repercussions of the damage done to you either. Part of him feels rightly treated, now you wouldn't see him with that petrifying look of disgust he hates. His hands slump over his face as he leaned his back over his California king sized bed, sighing in dishevelled breaths. Truth is, yes he collided against you in the cafeteria after all this began. Yes he did purposely and you called him out for it in front of everyone. Someone who is calling The Gojo Satoru accusingly was hard to digest. Be like other people and apologize, or even better, act grateful that he talked to you. No, you didn't do that. You were fierce and stern, you were like burning coal, warm… capable of burning when held the wrong way.

He still feels better than the nonchalance you presented him with when he abided you in a contract. That wasn't the you he hoped to meet, he hoped to meet the 'you' he met today in the cafeteria. The 'you' who holds the guts to obliterate him and anyone else when angered. The 'you' who isn't scared of things like financial status, powers, influence.

He likes you so much.

He likes you so much…

He likes you so, so much…

It's sickening, his heart pangs at the way the subtle hints from his mind about having a crush on you are now intensely, brutalizing storms he can't ignore. The only revolting thought that curdled his brain was how he would like to kiss you. Maybe he should have bullied you like that - that way, at least, partly, it would feel good to you and would have given him a safe bet to reach out to you later. Even right now, all he can imagine is his long, thick, looming fingers wrapped around your waist, pressing you plush against him, rendering you immobile. How great would the then-faint scent of your perfume would now intensify when you're in his hold. How good would it feel to taste you on his tongue, to feel you crumble and to…

To trust him enough to crumble…

Suguru was right, what an stupid thing to do. He couldn't give up, you didn't give up. Now he's forced to see through his mess he wishes to pretend never existed.

Would grovelling help?

What about the copious amounts of unhealthy egoism he wears?

Fuck that… would you forgive him even after he bore his heart out to you? It would be worse than getting physically naked. Satoru Gojo can't take rejection. Even more than that, he can't take being vulnerable in front of anyone. Vulnerability is sacred, and Satoru isn't sure there's anyone worthy enough to carry his weakness and still shielding his ego. Maybe he should try… the worse you can do is reject him and his company. As if he's not making an exquisite pathway for it since the very beginning.

His thoughts are making him insane, they are making him lose his grip on his mind.

Which is why, you both are here. Satoru's had you pinned against the wall in school the next day, the same way this all started. You're struggling and wiggling to no avail. Panting heavily. "Please- stop it!" You whimper out, gasping out when his eyes land on you in a sternly arrogant manner. Why do you hate him so much god damn! Oh wait, he knows…

"I'm not going to hurt you or manhandle you or be an asshole. Just here to talk, hard to believe right?" He smirked, looking at you in a little tender undertone now that you're eyeing him curiously. You pouted, gnawing at your lip. "I don't believe you, especially after what I did yesterday. It was water though! You can't really get marks from water! I don't owe you any money."

Gosh you are hilarious without even trying, he leans back a little. Having no sense of personal space anyway.

"I don’t want the money. Okay? I thought that you would have a month to… get to know me and to talk to me." He pouts, sighing. It's so hard to suddenly talk to you after being an ass. You don't trust him anyway. It's visible with the way you look at him, trying to dig any ulterior motives.

"So what you just needed your ass kicked to stop?" Gosh your mouth…

"I'm being nice, little bitch. The moment you realize you don't have to pay me back your tongue is back to dancin' around shitty words, eh?" Satoru grips your face with his hand, sneering a little with an amused grin.

You roll your eyes, "not scared of you since day one." You half-lie. He does… intimidate you. You wouldn't admit it though. He has made you cry, he has made you miserable. You are not going to let it slide so easily anyway.

"Uh huh, I know." He leans back, embracing the weird and awkward silence that accompanies you both. You nibble at your lip and look down, "Look, if you don't want the money. We don't have any reason to talk to each other." You tried to sound as nice as possible.

Technically, you both do not have any reason anyways. Which is why Satoru came up with this ego-inflating scheme. Now that he's officially decided after much contemplation to hook you off. He can't shove you back in. He looks at you like a kicked pup. Something you haven't seen in his eyes. He was always controlling you, tossing you around.

"There's no reason to, unless… you'd like to tolerate me." He grins wide.

"I'd not like that." You smile. Bouldering over him with your words.

"Well… alright."

Satoru walks away, he can't really do anything about it. You just rejected the possibility of a conversation, let alone entertain the idea to have him close to you. After a few steps, he comes back stomping & you almost cower beneath him.

"I.. well, I- may have been, an asshole."

To be honest, you have no idea what he means suddenly and what does he want. He is emotionally stunted and somehow lacks the comprehension of anything else except what he wants. "May have?" You raised a brow in disbelief, what does he mean by 'May have'?

You grit your teeth, "I've cried myself to sleep twice because of you, I dreaded going to school, I wanted to give up and change my school, I wanted to ask you why are you so mean to me? I wrote things a thousand times as asked for you to 'review' as you said cause I talked to Geto san!" You winced, the memories are hurtful and scathe you badly. It aches. What you tolerated was essentially for nothing! It hurts. FUCK IT HURTS.

Satoru looked stunned as well, you have been appearing so normal he could never believe you were impacted. Which is why he was only trying harder… oh no. "I wished to be as rich as you so I could have ended this then and there and wouldn't get blackmailed." You sighed, and that sentence makes him fall into decay.

"Well, if you could have just-" his voice is meek and submissive and you're quick to cut it down.

"Could have just what Gojo san? Apologized for something I never did? You're going to give me that I collided against you by my own mistake when it was 'you' who did that purposely and kicked me for raising questions on it? Then proceeded to make my life hell because I didn't back down? Could have what? I could have begged you to be merciful like a caged prisoner? Asked you to show me some kindness for something I didn't even do?"

Oh will you stop? Will you please stop? Satoru can't take this, every sentence feels like a deep gash on his heart. His throat feels hoarse and there's a rock hindering his speech. He just- did it- without thinking so much upon it. Satiating his ego and getting a rise out of your little reactions. God he wants to undo this so bad.

How can he undo this? He can't…

"I- uh- I'm sorry." He finally manages to croak out a small mouthed apology. Though he means every word of it even if he knows that wouldn't do anything.

"You should be."

[torchflies]

Hi TG Fandom!!!! 

(Climbing out of my work cave with this little AU, since I haven't had any free time to write BUT I did get some snazzy new forearm crutches to use when I teach and give lectures so this dude is winning at life tbh). 

Weird stuff starts happening when they're about a week into Top Gun. 

All the flyboys are trying to befriend Maverick, but he's making it impossible. That, or the guy just has selective amnesia. 

Wolfman tries to talk to him in the lunch line, but the sleep-deprived Maverick in front of him just walks right past him… in the wrong uniform? Is that a priest’s collar?

Hollywood has something similar happen to him, when he goes on a jog and bumps into Maverick pushing a baby in a stroller. A sleeping baby with a red pacifier in it’s mouth and a small girl with pigtails skating beside him. And is he wearing rollerblades too?? Hollywood tries to stop him in surprise, but Maverick shoots him a dirty look and keeps skating, tugging his kids closer. Rude.

Slider and Ice have their own trippy experience when they have to go to medbay because Ice twisted his ankle again — the man refuses to tape it properly — and another doctor pops in to grab a chart and it’s Maverick???

“Mitchell, what the hell?” Slider snaps, neither of them thinking Maverick was old enough to be double-certified. 

But Maverick looks stunned and very confused. “I’m sorry to interrupt, but I needed this?” 

He keeps that weird look on his face as he ducks out the door and when they ask him about it in training, he just gives them the same weird look! 

It comes to a head when Chipper and Sundown see Maverick talking with another officer and walking down the hall one minute. Then, they duck into the hangar and Maverick is sitting right at his desk, chatting to Goose. 

It has to be a massive prank, it has to be!

Until they finally confront Maverick and Goose about it, and Mav turns bright red, while Goose can't stop laughing to save his life. He's honking and wheezing up a storm. 

“Oh God,” Goose finally gasps out, “The boys are never going to let you hear the end of this. You forgot to tell them!”

“Well, it wasn't the first thing that jumped to mind! Teddy isn't even Navy!”

Goose thwacks his pilot upside the head. “Lynds, Mal and Kiff work on the same base as us!” For the greater flyboy population he finally adds, “Identical quintuplets.”

Yessireee, five whole Mavericks, exactly what the world needed. 😂

[markrosewater]

Hey Mark!

So far I've been really enjoying spoiler season for Duskmourn, especially the story and the fantastic monster art and flavor text.

That said, mechanics-wise I do have one gripe - Curses. When the set was announced I was admittedly pretty thrilled that there would surely be some new support for my Lynde, Cheerful Tormenter EDH deck. After all, what set would be more likely to have new Curse support than one modeled after modern horror? And then it was revealed the set would focus heavily on enchantments and that got me more excited.

So I was pretty disheartened to hear they had been deliberately left out. I understand not wanting to make this set feel like Innistrad, but since another Innistrad mechanic, Delirium, was also heavily included, it seems a bit odd to me.

I'm still excited for the set, but I'd love to hear more about the decision behind that exclusion, and if there's any chance in the near future there *will* be a set that brings back Curses again, as Lynde's feeling a little less than cheerful these days lol

Delirium was the last mechanic added to the set I believe, and only because the set was so well established and didn't feel like Innistrad.

The thing that hurt Curses the most wasn't the Innistrad issue though. We were just exploring other avenues for enchantments and found new design space that was cool and decided to play in new space other reusing old space.

Grievous Wound wasn't a Curse because it was an injury, a mechanic vision design handed off that got cut out in set design, and the flavor stuck with the card even after the mechanic was changed.

[mostofthingsmostofthetime]

Part 4 of my Anne With An E memes: season 1 episode 3

Rachel: I can't believe you're ok with all this "progressive" BS

Mathew:

Rachel, after just going on an anti-feminism rant:

Jerry, mishearing Anne talking to Belle:

Me when Billy cornerd Anne in the woods:

Us when Gilbert showed up to rescue her:

Me when Gilbert opened the door for her:

The other boys: but she's an orphan!!!!!

Gilbert:

What Josie's speech reminded me of:

Me when that lady disrespected Marilla in the store:

Diana having to do that poem in class:

[apod]

2024 November 8

Helping Hand in Cassiopeia Image Credit & Copyright: Francesco Radici

Explanation: Drifting near the plane of our Milky Way galaxy these dusty molecular clouds seem to extend a helping hand on a cosmic scale. Part of a local complex of star-forming interstellar clouds they include LDN 1358, 1357, and 1355 from American astronomer Beverly Lynds' 1962 Catalog of Dark Nebulae. Presenting a challenging target for astro-imagers, the obscuring dark nebulae are nearly 3,000 light-years away, toward rich starfields in the northern constellation Cassiopeia. At that distance, this deep, telescopic field of view would span about 80 light-years.

∞ Source: apod.nasa.gov/apod/ap241108.html

[in-your-dreams-vn]

What are both of their yandere tendencies?

They both have the same kind of tendecies but Traum amps them up to 100. The most commonly used are isolation, gaslighting, and lovebombing. They will make sure that Mc stays with them and them alone for most of the time and if they reveal to have other people close to them Traum likes to pay them a visit in their dreams and scare them shitless with his monster form. For those that aren't deterred by that well....there will be reports of death by heartattack in the newspaper soon. Lynde on the other hand is more "tame". He has less control in the waking world and will only be very toxic and less out right bloody yandere.

[gerec]

Do you have any Cherik fic recs where Charles was abused as a child and Erik finds out about it? I feel like I’ve read them all but on the off chance that I haven’t, I would owe you my life ;w;

(Thank you for doing these btw, your rec lists have fueled my revived Cherik obsession for the last several months!)

Hi Anon! I don't know if you'll find anything new on this list (I hope so) but here are some great fics that meet your requirements. Happy hunting :D

sins of the father by faerie_ground

Brian Xavier experiments on his only son, believing it will make him powerful. Years later, Charles Xavier still suffers from the aftereffects.

How to Successfully Ruin Your Life by Anonymous

Seventeen-year-old Charles Xavier accepts a job at his local café, expecting nothing more than a fun, new pastime. What he gets is a mysterious customer and a schoolboy crush.

Divergence by Lynds

Universes and timelines collide, dropping two younger versions of Charles Xavier into the midst of the hunt for Sebastian Shaw. Now the newly formed X-men have to deal with a strangely quiet and self-reliant six year old, and a sixteen year old covered in bruises.

Erik, in particular, has to accept that the man he loves hasn't had the kind, happy upbringing he wished for him. But these children are here now, and Erik's not going to let anyone hurt them this time.

Close to you, I'm home by OneWithoutAName

As Erik is searching the manor, he finds something strange in the attic. He knows that he needs to go to Charles, if he wants some answers. After all, why would there be a nest in a small dusty attic room, when there were countless rooms with ridiculously soft beds all around the manor?

how near to fairyland by ikeracity

Since childhood, Charles has kept all the things he can't let go of in a beautiful room in his head. Cuba brings his precarious balancing act crashing down.

Gin and Tonic by JackyJango

Charles takes a deep breath to steal himself and nearly collapses on the floor out of the sheer pain the motion tugs out of his bruised ribs and stomach. Tears crowd his eyes, and even that, causes his left cheek to throb. He takes another breath despite the pain and leans on the counter for support. He feels lightheaded and dizzy. The tears threaten to surpass the barrier of his eyes and flow down his cheeks. No, he won’t cry. He can’t; because he doesn’t think he’d stop once he starts. Besides, crying will only empower Kurt further. He can’t let the man break him in every way possible.

Just as he’s about to open the tap to splash water over his eyes, the door to the bathroom bursts open and Erik enters through it.

Shit. What is Erik doing here? Shouldn’t he be in a lecture? Even if he wanted to just use the urinals, there’s already a toilet on their floor. He needn’t have walked across the campus to use the one specifically Charles is in. But before Charles could voice any of those thoughts, Erik asks in a voice as hard as steel, ‘What happened to your face?’

and the flesh searches for more than flesh by Anonymous

Charles is barely legal, and, despite his better judgement, continually uses his telepathy to get himself into the club near his house in a bid to get away from his abusive step-family. He lets himself get picked up by older, slightly creepy men if it means he gets somewhere to stay that isn’t the mansion in Westchester.

He didn’t expect to actually meet a decent guy one night, someone he could truly see himself having a relationship with. He doesn’t quite realise that’s what he’s been looking for the entire time – someone to make him feel a little less alone.

what a lovely way (of saying how much you love me) by Katbelle

There are ghosts buried in the walls of Westchester Mansion. Secrets locked in Kurt Marko's lab in the basement, Brian Xavier's west wing study, in the only east wing bedroom that Erik claimed as his own. And the thing is, Raven never knew and Cain didn't want to know, Erik doesn't understand and Charles just wants to forget what happened behind those closed door.

It's been fourteen years and it still hurts so much, claws at his insides whenever he lets himself think about it. And that's why he pushes Erik away, because Erik doesn't understand and Charles can't go through that again.

Scars by blackash26

In the heat of the moment Erik discovers that he was mistaken about a few of his assumptions regarding Charles’ life.

jigsaw puzzle; pieces that fit together by zombieinyourhead (vinndetta)

Erik doesn't hide the fact that he sees Charles as a rich, privileged kid who hasn't seen horrors like he has.

What Erik finds out during his stay at the Xavier Mansion is very contradictory to his own beliefs about the telepath.

Good Little Boys by Alex_Sage

Charles mind is shattered. Erik and Raven must wade into the darkest corners of his mind to piece him back together. Will any of them be the same when this is over?

Lightning in a Metal Conductor by cytheriafalas

Erik thinks something is wrong with Charles and he goes to find out what it is. Non-graphic, but still potentially triggering, mentions of child abuse.

As the Shell Cracks by Quietbang

Sometimes, he could be okay.

The Primal, Eldest Curse by flowermasters

Erik has Herr Doktor and the coin; Charles has Cain and the memories.

Childhood by ximeria

Charles grew up in a big house with a wealthy family, his childhood was by no means a bed of roses.

Sham by OffTheRocks

As they settle in Westchester, Erik finds out something disturbing about Charles' history in that house.

Charles is a clever child who wants to be a grown-up. Harry simply offers to teach him.

Let the Swing Complete Itself by Anonymous

Charles didn't want to settle for never.

misaligned (the divergence remix) by homosociality 

Charles Xavier, 16, is in the future now, and he's determined to seduce his older self's lover. It... doesn't go quite as he suspects it will.