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rsitb-second-account · 4 years ago

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Borrower Intruloceit

Janus, Remus and Logan were (very happily) in a polyamorous relationship. However, to most of the world, Janus and Remus were just a couple. You see, Logan was a borrower; a tiny person that lives in the walls of human houses and steals from those humans in order to survive. And, he’s a secret.

Here’s three close calls and the one time everyone found out about Logan.

1. The time Remus’ brother showed up unannounced

Logan was sitting on the arm of the couch, having a movie date with his boyfriends, when the door slammed open. He quickly gestured to Janus’ pocket, hoping he would understand. Luckily, he nodded and quickly scooped up the borrower and deposited him in the fairly large (to Logan at least) pocket.

“good evening, Roman. Is there a reason you showed up unannounced, or did you just want to ruin our date?” Janus spoke coldly

“oh- I- uh.. I didn’t know you two had a date tonight..” Roman rubbed his neck sheepishly

“us three” Logan corrected under his breath, shifting his position slightly. Unfortunately, Roman seemed to notice the movement from the pocket.

“What’s in your pocket?” He asked hesitantly

Logan stilled and held his breath as Janus answered “why do you want to know?”

Remus was staying silent, not trusting himself to not accidentally let something slip.

“I want to know beca-” he was cut off by Remus

“why are you here Roman?”

That quickly distracted the human “oh! I was just-” he explained why he was there, Logan still forcing himself to be still.

Once the dramatic man had left, the borrower let out an annoyed sigh “you really need to take away his key, so he can’t do this again. It is rather annoying to have to hide every two seconds that Roman shows up unexpectedly”

Remus giggled “and what would we tell him? ‘oh yeah our secret tiny boyfriend doesn’t like it when you burst in randomly so we’re gonna take your key’ I don’t think that would work very well, tiny nerd”

2. Janus’ brother shows up slightly less unannounced than Roman

Janus, Remus and Logan were watching random Youtube videos, with Logan sat on Remus’ shoulder. They heard the door open at the same time as Janus got a text message from his brother, Virgil

Was on a walk and saw your house. Am now in your house :)

Luckily, there was an entrance to the walls right next to where they were sat and Logan practically ran into it, the entrance closing just as Virgil entered the room.

“Virgil, do you have a reason to be here other than being an annoyance?” Janus raised an eyebrow at his younger sibling

“Nope!” Virgil replied with fake cheerfulness, before sitting cross-legged on the floor staring at the other humans. Remus just stared back, but with a slightly more eerie tone to his actions.

Janus just sighed at his boyfriend and his brother. He had no doubt that Logan was watching with an annoyed face that he would deny ever making. Almost everything they tried to do together was interrupted by someone bursting in uninvited, and it was getting tiresome. He heard a faint noise from the walls and by the looks of it Virgil and Remus heard it too.

Logan had gotten into a fight with a (luckily non-venomous) spider, and had just killed it, when he tripped. The impact made him hiss with pain and, unfortunately, made a semi-loud sound on its own. “... what was that?” He heard Virgil ask

Janus and Remus looked at each other for a split second, before Janus shrugged and said that it was probably nothing

“Anyway, emo, if you’re scared and you didnt come here for a reason, you can leave” Remus said, slightly too bluntly.

Virgil, thankfully for Logan, did in fact leave. It was at exactly that moment that the borrower decided that Virgil was better (if only slightly) than Roman

3. The time with Patton

Logan was wandering around the house (its his house and he can do that now that the humans knew about him) when a knock at the door sounded. Suddenly really glad that he stayed near the walls on his walk, he rushed into the closest entrance.

He knew that this would be Patton (he was the only person who ever bothered to knock) but he still couldn’t decide whether this particular human was as good as Virgil or not. He was better than Roman, not as loud (though still pretty loud), and not as keen on staying somewhere that he didn’t own. However, he wasn’t as quiet as Virgil, and had accidentally hurt his ears quite a few times, but at least he knocked instead of bursting in randomly with little to no warning.

He watched from a vent as Remus opened the door

“Heya Remus! Can i come in?” Patton greeted with obviously fake happiness and Logan could see a smile that seemed just a little too forced

“of course, do you want to sit down? I’ll go get Janus” Remus genuinely had no clue what to do, but Janus was slightly better at comforting people. Logan was better at it as well, because he’d bring up facts about why you’re good, but it wasn’t like Logan could comfort Patton..

Janus quickly rushed to the living room, where his best friend was obviously trying to hold back tears.

Logan watched Patton rant about both everything and nothing at the same time, obviously just needing someone to talk to. As much as he hated to admit it, he was still annoyed at the interruption that had forced him into the walls. He couldn’t control what annoyed him, and that in itself was an annoyance. He wanted to sympathise with the human, but did he have to show up right as Logan was finally relaxing? He decided to just randomly do things on the phone his boyfriends had given him. It had been hard to drag to his house in the walls but it made it easier to not get bored and to contact the two humans

4. When everyone (finally) finds out

Logan had had enough. The three humans that didn’t live in the house had all shown up unexpectedly, together. Whilst Logan, Remus and Janus were trying to finally have uninterrupted time together. Of course that’s when they show up Logan thought bitterly. They had showed up for, as they put it, a ‘surprise sleepover’

He glanced at his phone leaning on the wall next to his bed and a thought popped into his head. The humans were bound to find out anyway, if they were to keep bursting in unexpectedly, so why not just tell them?

Logan unlocked his phone, opening Whatsapp and typing out a message

‘tel VIrgl patan and romun to stay were they are. im reveeling mysellf to them. im going throo the enterance on the bukshelf. see yoo soon’

He probably spelt most of it wrong, but he hadn’t exactly gotten taught spelling. All he was taught in regards to reading, was just barely enough to figure out what he was taking and if it was dangerous or not. And he was making a life-changing decision, so he thought that meant he could make as many spelling mistakes as he did, and play it off to nervousness.

Janus and Remus both looked at their phones and paled. What was Logan thinking?! It seemed that the other humans had noticed their uneasiness “what’s wrong? What’s on your phones that is making you react like this??” Virgil asked, worry lacing his tone

“Don’t worry, Vee. It’s nothing bad, it’s just.. unexpected. ...You’ll see, just stay there” Janus soothed his brother

“you two stay there as well” Remus added , getting up and walking towards the bookshelf, Janus soon joining him. They looked at where they knew the entrance was, waiting for it to open.

Roman piped up “uh, care to tell us what is going on?”

“we will, but not yet. We need to wait”

“well, that was ominous..” Virgil commented, seeming slightly nervous

Then, the entrance opened and Logan walked out glaring softly at the shocked humans

“uh, Remus, what the fuck is that?!” Roman practically shouted, reminding Logan just why he was on the bottom of his list of favourites.

“He is our boyfriend, and I expect you to treat him with respect” Janus said, his voice venomous. Remus held out a hand for Logan to climb onto, which the borrower did, still glaring at the other humans (mostly Roman).

“Salutations. I am Logan, do not introduce yourselves, I already know who you are” He spoke before muttering an “unfortunately”

Remus, being the only person close enough to hear the mutter, let out a chuckle “Lo, if you revealed yourself just to complain about them to their faces, this will be hilarious”

The three humans were staring in shock, until Roman snapped out of it “Wait- why would he be complaining? I don’t know about those two, but I am positively amazing!”

Logan scoffed “yeah, amazing. You’re too loud, burst in randomly, and it’s always for the stupidest reasons. You have hurt my ears far too many times to count, and almost every time me, Janus and Remus try to do something together, you show up, and I have to hide or go back to the walls. So, yeah, amazing” He spoke, voice dripping with sarcasm.

He turned to the other two “you two aren’t as bad, but you still manage to show up at some of the worst possible times. Patton, you are quite loud, but not as loud as Roman, so that makes you slightly better. Also, you don’t burst in, and you knock so that’s something good. Virgil, you’re not as loud as these two, which is good, and you always send a text message when you show up, so I have at least a little bit of warning before going into the walls, so you’re both better than Roman” not that that’s saying much he added mentally.

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I kinda wanna write a prequel about how Logan, Remus and Janus met..

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#sanders sides #sanders sides fic #sanders sides au #borrower au #sanders sides borrower #borrower logan #human patton #human roman #human virgil #human janus #human remus #g/t au #sanders sides g/t #intruloceit #i wrote this whilst very sick and dizzy so its probably not the best #Ash tries to write something

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clairecrive · 4 years ago

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"Rock my world" - Sirius Black x reader

A/n: I was thinking of making this a series but idk, let me know what you think. The band in the picture, Maneskin, are my inspiration for the marauders' band music and aesthetic. Check them out cause they're really good. They're going to represent Italy at the next Eurovision contest.

Here's their Instagram and Spotify.

Tags: Muggle AU, so ofc no magic, no Hogwarts, Marauders in a rock band, no Peter but Regulus instead, jily

Warnings: none

Word count: 2.2K ish

Summary: When y/n finally agrees to check out this band that her best friend was always talking about, she's in for a pleasant surprise and one hell of a night.

It had all started in the cheesiest and most cliscé of ways, really. Y/n had made a bet which had made you go out of your comfort zone that one night and for your bravery, you were rewarded with the most amazing boyfriend ever. It sounds like a story out of a rom-com or a romance novel, doesn't it? Well, yeah, it felt like a main character moment but, unlike what we see in those stories, it wasn't always fun and games.

But let's start from the beginning, shall we?

Y/n's best friend Jules had been nagging her about this rock band who was apparently the new sensation of the year according to her, for the longest time. So, one Friday night, when Jules had informed her that that very band was playing in a bar not very far from her workplace, she agreed to go for drinks there.

Worst case scenario, she thought, the music will be terrible but at least I get to tease Jules about it.

Still clothed in the floral dress she had chosen this morning, but adding a few glittery touches and graphic eyeliner to make her look more nighty, y/n headed towards said bar where Jules was already waiting for her.

"Finally," she huffed when y/n rounded the corner and entered her field of vision.

"Sorry, it was my turn to close tonight," y/n shot her an apologetic smile before hooking their arms.

They made their way inside looking for a place to sit. The bar was already crowded but not in an unusual way. Maybe it was the hour or the fact that it was a weeknight, y/n didn't know but felt grateful that it wasn't packed. She really wasn't a fan of crowded places.

They got their drinks and caught up as they usually would about their week. They were almost finished when the band walked up the stage and music started playing. Even before the first note, one look at their outfits made clear what kind of music they were going to play.

They had an interesting aesthetic, y/n had to admit. They wore the same colour but each member had their own style. The band was made up of four guys, the bassist had long straight hair and he looked a lot like the singer who instead had curly hair, the drummer had short curly light brown hair and y/n couldn't see what he was wearing past a black vest while the guitarist had black hair that was all over the place and wore glasses.

They had an androgynous aesthetic, each of them with beautiful makeup in tones of black and grey and the ones y/n could see clearly were wearing a sort of body. They looked stunning. Y/n had decided she liked them based on this alone. She had to admire anyone who had the guts to express themselves freely especially when it was in such an open and unapologetic way of going against gender norms.

After half an hour, the music stopped and after the singer wished everyone goodnight and they all climbed down. As she expected, they played rock music ranging from soft rock edging pop to hard rock that made her think a lot of ACDC. Y/n wasn't an expert in music but she had liked what she heard and wouldn't mind listening more from them. She was sure that she was going to catch some of their songs on the radio in the future.

However, Jules picked up the conversation where they had left it before the concert and decided that it was the time where she'd complain about her recent love interest. Each of their weekly meetings had one of this moment. Unfortunately, it looked like Jules didn't have a lot of luck when it came to guys. And as it always would, she wondered if she was the problem asking y/n if the reason every one of her relationships failed because she was unlovable. As if.

"That's not true, I truly believe that you can learn to love anyone. Lest you get to know them, of course."

"Of course you'd say something like that."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"If you truly believe that, then you're not going to say no to this." Jules wriggles her eyebrows suggestively and y/n knew that the night is either about to become very interesting or about to go very wrong.

"The expression on your face is telling me that I should definitely say no to what you're about to say."

"Oh c'mon, it's just an innocent dare. Nothing too crazy, I promise."

"Which is?"

"You see that guy leaning on the bar? Long black hair with the black leather jacket?" Y/n turned around indulging her friend and eventually spotted the guy she was talking about. She took her time to look at him until she realized something that made her whip around to face Jules again.

"You mean the singer of the band?" y/n asked incredulously.

"Isn't he handsome?" Jules smiled wide completely ignoring the look y/n was giving her already knowing what was going through her friends' mind. "I want you to go to him and ask him out."

"What?"

"C'mon", Jules complained reaching out to y/n over the table, "didn't you say that it was possible to love anyone? Can't you see yourself loving him?"

"That's not the point," y/n exclaimed still not believing that her friend was suggesting something so outrageous. "Can you see him loving me?" Because that man over there had "heart breaker" spelt all over him. And okay, y/n had to admit that this was a rush judgment she was making and it wasn't exactly fair but there was no way that a guy like him could be interested in a girl like her.

And yes, we could stay here and discuss all the reasons why that statement is wrong but still, if she were to put herself out there -something that was not like her at all- she wasn't going to go over someone so out of reach for her. And that was that.

"Listen, do you remember that video you sent me the other day?" Jules squared her shoulders, now looking fully serious at y/n. Unfortunately, y/n did remember the video Jules was talking about. She would have never guessed it would come back and bit her in the ass otherwise she'd never sent it.

Sighing, y/n looked down at the drink in her hands and thought about it. The video basically encouraged the viewer to go up to what they believed was the most beautiful person in the room and tell them exactly that. It may sound a little silly but at the time y/n had appreciated the sentiment. Going out of one's comfort zone. Challenging yourself. Because, what was the worst that could happen? That person shotting you down? That didn't sound life-threatening. Now though, y/n wasn't so sure.

"Worst case scenario, just tell him I'm calling you and head back here." Jules offered, almost as if she could tell exactly what her best friend was thinking.

Looking at her best friend, something snapped in her. Jules was right. What's the worst that could happen? She already knew that the guy was going to shoot her down. She was prepared. It was a dare, a silly thing that could give her a story to tell to her nephews one day.

What the hell, y/n thought squaring her shoulders.

"You know what?" she downed the rest of her drink and got up from her seat, "I'm doing it." Looking in the reflection of the tissue box on the table to check how she looked, she fixed her smudged lipstick and ruffed her hair before nodding solemnly at Jules and turned around.

As she made her way to the bar, she could hear Jules cheering on her fueling her sudden confidence.

The man of the hour was there where she saw him last. Her steps faltered as she realized that she had no idea how to approach him. What was she going to say? Oh my god, she was totally going to make a fool of herself. If she was not going to die for his rejection, she sure is going to die of embarrassment.

She was almost about to turn around and abort the mission when his eyes met hers.

Well, fuck. There was no way she was going to back down now.

She regained her confidence and smiled at him while closing the distance between them. She smiled at him. Who was she? Did someone drug her drink?

He smiled back at her, turning so that he'd be facing her once she reached him and she almost stopped to pinch herself to see if she was hallucinating or something.

"Hey," she said once she stood in front of him. Good, she thought, let's start with something simple.

"Hi," he smiled back at her.

Okay, okay, it's going good, isn't it? He hasn't ignored me, that must mean something, right? Yes, that he wasn't a rude asshole was her sobering thought.

"So," y/n started trying to take to time while she figured what to say, "I saw a video the other day," was what she ended up with.

The handsome stranger lifted his eyebrows in amusement and took a sip of his beer. Y/n took that as a "go on then".

"There was this woman that basically dared anyone watching to go up to the person who they thought was the most beautiful person in the room and tell them exactly that." Well, let's just get it out of the way, I guess, she thought. "So, here I am," she added as if it wasn't clear enough.

However, as she saw the man's smile widen, y/n suddenly realized how really screwed she was. This man was way out of her league.

"Well, now that I'm here, I should also mention that you've really good at what you do too."

"Not to sound rude or anything," he spoke for the first time that evening and y/n had already decided that he had been the gods' favourite in another life before he opened his mouth but now? as he heard his low and raspy voice? she was sure he had been at least a demi-god, "did you lost a bet or something?" he asked, his grey eyes boring into hers like he was looking into her soul.

Who was this guy? and why was she feeling like this? Get a grip, y/n, she scolded herself.

"Is it that obvious?" y/n's shoulders slouched as some of the tension left them, a nervous laugh leaving her mouth.

"I saw you downing your drink like it was some kind of bravery potion before you came here," he explained with a light scroll of his shoulders. "Not that I mind though," he added with what should be an illegal smirk. Smug.

"Yeah, I'm sure you've heard it countless time only tonight." Let's joke on it, she thought, there's still a chance I can come clean out of this mess.

He chuckled and, not leaving her eyes, he slipped a hand through his loose hair pushing it back. "I meant that if you hadn't come I would probably found an excuse to come up to you too." He leaned back onto the bar looking completely unbothered, not as if he had said something that made her feel on fire.

"Looks like I've to thank your friend for my luck." Looking over your shoulder, he held one of his hands up and lightly waving at Jules, y/n figured.

"Yeah, let's not tell her that or I will never hear the end of it." Rolling her eyes, y/n also leaned on her arm resting on the bar next to him. Whether it was the fact that all the cards were on the table or that what he said meant that he had to somewhat like her, she felt more relaxed than a couple of minutes ago.

"Before I make this solemn oath, I think it would be appropriate to know your name, don't you think?"

"It's y/n," she held her hand up for him to shake. However, he had something else in mind since when he took hold of her hand he turned it and held it up to his lips to leave a soft kiss on it. Y/n almost rolled her eyes at the gesture if it wasn't for his eyes. They didn't move from hers and she found that she didn't want to stop looking at him. Like she was in a trance. Yes, he was handsome, even more so up close, so of course he was nice to look at but that wasn't why. It's the way his eyes glimmered as they watched her, the gentleness with which he was holding her hand, the softness of his lips on her skin. What would they feel like on her lips, she wondered.

"I'm Sirius."

And that's how it all started. A silly video sent almost automatically to her best friend and an outrageous bet made y/n's night definitely interesting. To her luck though, Sirius became a permanent presence and not a one-night sensation.

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Tagging: @seldomabsent

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obaewankenope · 3 years ago

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I posted 5,111 times in 2021

353 posts created (7%)

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For every post I created, I reblogged 13.5 posts.

I added 1,600 tags in 2021

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#i'll have you know i counted on my fingers the na na na thing for batman's song and translated it to h2ooo bc it's like 5 na's for each beat

My Top Posts in 2021

My niece enjoys reading but she struggles with pronunciations of words that don't sound how they're spelt. It doesn't stop her from enjoying reading and wanting to do it, though. Her learning difficulties make it hard for her but she does it because she enjoys it.

We all struggle through life trying to do things we either enjoy or don't.

For neurotypical people, it's not a question of whether or not they can do they things they don't enjoy but a matter of just doing it because it has to be done.

That's not the case for neurodiverse people.

For adhd and autism, it's very dependent on how engaging the things are and how they relate to any interests an autistic or adhd person has.

For depression, it's very dependent on being necessary and treated like it's either the Most Important Thing Ever To Do, or something that is just another motion to perform. There may be no joy in it, but if it's performed then it's over and done with.

For learning difficulties and disabilities, it's very dependent on how things are described, how complex they are, and what the end result Has To Be.

In all these cases, there's always an issue with the question of Can. The issue is that it doesn't matter how much a neurodiverse person may Want or Need to do something, whether or not it's something they enjoy/find unpleasant, it's almost physically Impossible to do the thing because the Brain Refuses To Cooperate.

Imagine you're standing in front of an electric fence. You try to put your hand on it. Your brain will literally stop you from doing so. In almost every case, you cannot touch that electric fence. You might manage it if you psych yourself up and try real hard, but that still isn't a guarantee.

In most cases, you won't manage to touch that fence. Your hand will freeze close to it, maybe even close enough to feel the electricity humming in the fence. But that last distance won't be closed.

You simply cannot do it.

That's what it is like to have a neurodiverse mind sometimes. That's what it's like to be neurodiverse.

You want to touch the fence because it's something you Have To Do, but your brain is saying No, No Thanks, We're Not Doing That and you end up stuck.

And the people who can touch the fence look at you standing there, unable to touch it, and judge you because "look, I'm touching the fence because it's my job and I gotta do it, I don't enjoy it but it's what I need to do, why are you being so lazy".

Sometimes, sometimes my niece just Can't Do The Work she's assigned from school during this period of lockdown and more home schooling. She tries but her brain is physically refusing to let her.

So she gets upset. She gets frustrated. She cries. She tries to avoid answering. She'll say the wrong answer because all she cares about is just giving an answer at this point and Moving On.

It's easy to get frustrated back. It's easy to get mean. It's easy to not understand because I'm not her.

But she's trying and she might be failing at the work but she's trying and trying hard. It's hurting her to try so hard because she's fighting against her own brain with her mind. That's Hard.

Being neurodiverse is a constant battle with your own brain and body, neuroses and anxieties. It's so easy to be cruel and judging when you're not the one on the front line.

It's so easy to call others lazy because you don't see and don't understand the mountain they've had to climb without equipment just to reach the same starting line as you just strolled up to.

My niece is trying. She's always trying.

Her reading will improve with time and encouragement.

It will never improve with judgement and cruelty in the guise of motivation.

To be neurodiverse is to be in a war without end; there are only brief periods of rest spent around campfires with others in the same war and occasional civilians who judge the time spent around campfires just resting to be a "waste of time" and "lazy".

This is what it is to be neurodiverse. This is what it is to be autistic, adhd, depressed, learning disabled, and so on. This is what it is to be Abnormal. And that's okay.

The world and people may say and imply otherwise. But there's nothing wrong with trying to do something and finding your brain won't let you. Brains just be like that, sometimes.

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"it's chaos. we're europe. were used to that" - call out much there??

284 notes • Posted 2021-05-22 21:25:51 GMT

Teaching maths to a kid who struggles with maths and clearly struggles to manage the same things other kids her age can do is a challenge, yes, but the bigger challenge is for my niece who struggles and is Trying Real Damned Hard even though she hates maths because it's so hard.

Neurodivergent kids may be a challenge for people to help/teach/care for, but the challenge is Nothing compared to the challenge of Being The Neurodivergent Kid in the first place.

Encourage them, don't disparage them. They need help, not scorn.

293 notes • Posted 2021-01-11 13:56:04 GMT

having chronic pain be like: "i need to go to sleep but i hurt too much to move right now"

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iceland results guy is a mood. he's so ANGRY fam

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theredscreech · 5 years ago

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Grammar Tips That Are Actually Useful

Hey, everybody!

So I’ve been doing some major fanfic reading and I got to say how much I love being in my fandoms right now. There’s so much going on. So much to read, so much to favourite and follow, so much to comment on...

Now, I know that grammar PSAs can be pretty boring and likely to be scrolled past, but I really hope you give this one a chance because writers need to know this stuff. So allow me to present to you two grammar points that I’ve noticed are very common errors.

Point #1: The Masculine-Feminine Homophones.

These little guys are words that sound exactly the same when spoken but are spelt differently because of the gender of the person they describe.

For example: blonde.

I see this word over and over and over again, often attributed to our dear Captain America, Steve Rogers.

Dearest writers, this is wrong, unless you’re writing Steve as a trans woman or genderbent, in which case please move along to the next point.

That little ‘e’ on the end signifies femininity in the word (yes, this does exist in language). This means that if we want to describe Steve Rogers as a man with blond hair (hair itself won’t have the ‘e’ either), we drop that ‘e’.

• Steve Rogers is (a) blond. • Blond-haired Steve Rogers. • Mr. Perfect Blond Steve Rogers. • That blond.

Same goes for this word:

• Brunette (feminine noun) • Brunet (masculine noun)

The thing with brunet is that you don’t typically use it in the -haired phrase. While we can have blond-haired, red-haired or black-haired, brunet can’t be used this way. Here’s why: blond, red and black are listed as actual colours - this is why ‘the woman is blond-haired’ doesn’t have that e, because we’re describing the hair, not the woman. Brunet, however, is not a colour. Brown is. You can say brown-haired, but you can’t say brunet-haired. It sounds weird, doesn’t it? So we don’t say and we don’t write it.

Okay?

Okay.

There’s also this one:

• confidant (masculine noun) • confidante (feminine noun)

This word is tricky because it’s not the same as confident (this word (an adjective) meaning someone has confidence in something/someone). Confidant(e) is a person someone can confide in, typically a best friend, spouse, or beloved sibling, etc. Pets can be confidants, too!

So you can say that Steve and Bucky are confidants. You can also say that Pepper is Tony’s confidante. You can also say that Pepper is a confident confidante, but that sounds silly, although not necessarily incorrect.

Point #2: Punctuation - The Vocative Comma

Dun dun duuuuunn!!

This is a serious pet peeve of mine, when writers mess up with this little guy. It’s super easy to miss or misunderstand, and I understand that, but ignorance is not always bliss, so let’s learn why the vocative comma is so important.

Consider the following sentence:

• Natasha sit down.

Now this can be read in a couple of ways. First, is that the writer missed the ‘s’ in sit (making it the present tense) and the sentence should be ‘Natasha sits down’. Or the writer missed the vocative comma, making the sentence this: Natasha, sit down.

That little comma separates the full sentence of ‘sit down’ and to whom the sentence is being addressed (ie. Natasha). Whenever someone is being addressed (talked to, commanded, etc.) by name or title (doctor, ma’am, sir, kiddo), this comma must be there. No exceptions.

Here are some more correct examples:

• Dr. Banner, is that beaker smoking? • Come on, Peter! Live a little! • You need to eat something, kiddo. • If you have any concerns, sir, be aware that I don’t care. • If you, sir, have any concerns, be aware that I don’t care.

See what I did there? It’s the same sentence, but I moved the ‘sir’ (the person being addressed). Depending on what I want the speaking character to say and how to say it, I can move the ‘sir’ around. The second one sounds a little more condescending, doesn’t it? And I don’t have to add italics on ‘sir’ for emphasis because its placement does it for me.

The thing with names and titles is that you can stick them just about anywhere in the sentence.

Like so (sir is emboldened for easier reading)

• Sir, if you have any concerns, be aware that I don’t care. • If, sir, you have any concerns, be aware that I don’t care. • If you, sir, have any concerns, be aware that I don’t care. • If you have any concerns, sir, be aware that I don’t care. • If you have any concerns, be aware, sir, that I don’t care. • If you have any concerns, be aware that I don’t care, sir.

There’s also this one (though there’s no vocative comma): • If you have any concerns, be aware that I don’t care. Sir.

Punctuation is so important. That last sentence means that the speaker tacked on ‘sir’ at the end as an afterthought. You can explain that as a dialogue tag (“.... Sir,” he added spitefully/as an afterthought/snidely/sneeringly/whatever you want), or not because readers can infer a lot from how you place punctuation.

Vocative commas. Very annoying but very important.

Well, I think that’s about it for this go-round (because this is getting hecka long). If you think of grammar or punctuation you’re not sure about or are struggling with, don’t hesitate to drop me an ask.

You can also check out RavenshellRorschach on DeviantArt. She’s got a journal series called Beta-Bitching, and she has almost 20 entries, all related to grammar.

Here’s the link to the first one: https://www.deviantart.com/ravenshellrorschach/journal/Beta-Bitching-1-Getting-the-Lead-Out-632684741

Thanks for reading and happy writing!

#writing advice #grammar

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I Hate You, I Love You, Chapter 38

Chapter Summary - Benedict and Sophie arrive for dinner, which is a nice affair. When Sophie gets Danielle alone, the pair speak about how it is to be the other half of the "Internet's Boyfriends."

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“I see you fitted in some stress relief.” Benedict joked as he walked into the house, giving Tom a hug as he did.

“Do you two ever stop?” Sophie shook her head and laughed, having already entered and given Tom a similar hello. “I love this table.” She commented, looking at the table that Danielle had inside the front door.

“Sophie, no stealing Elle’s things,” Ben warned, earning a confused look from Tom. “She stole my mother’s bowl recently.”

“Your father gave it to me,” Sophie argued.

“Without telling mum.” Ben countered.

“I didn’t know that.” She pointed out.

“He’s hated the fucking thing for years, so first chance he had to get rid of it, and it ends up in our place.” Tom chuckled at his friend’s overdramatic reaction to a bowl. “So, where’s Danielle?”

“Kitchen,” Tom led the way.

“Ooh, what books does she have?” Sophie asked, glancing into Danielle’s living room on the way.

“Elle, frisk Sophie on the way out,” Ben called out in warning. “She plans on robbing half your home.”

“It’s actually so nicely done,” Sophie added, heading to the kitchen, looking around as she did.

“Actually, it appears she’s just robbing the whole fucking thing.” Sophie elbowed him slightly.

When there was no response, Tom frowned. “Elle?” he called going for the kitchen door. A sniffing noise caught their attention. “Mac, get away from the door.” There was another sniff and a grumbling noise before Tom opened it.

“Tom, he got in when I was throwing out bread crusts for the birds, but I am prepping food so I can’t touch him.” Elle apologised.

“Got it, come on, big man.” He grabbed a baked pig ear and caught the dog’s attention, allowing for Ben to open the door.

“He’s huge,” Ben commented. As soon as Mac Tíre realised there was someone new to sniff, the ear was forgotten about and he trotted over to the guests. “Soph, remember the pup I told you about.”

“You said he was a scrawny rat.”

“Well, he is getting a bit fatter these days, Diana is overfeeding him.”

“She is not, he’s supposed to be fatter than you have him.” Tom defended.

“I’m sorry, did your father have a vet practice?”

“My father was in charge of the company that sold your father pharmaceuticals.”

“Actually they manufactured them, not sold them, that is done by the parent company.” Danielle corrected, sticking out her tongue at him.

“So, yes, this is apparently my girlfriend, acting like a four-year-old.” Tom indicated to Danielle as he spoke to Sophie.

“He’s just annoyed I caught him on a technicality, I’m Danielle.” Danielle dismissed as she walked over to Sophie, cleaning her hand to shake hers. Sophie, however, walked forward and hugged her. “Oh, okay. I thought English were not supposed to be overly affectionate at the beginning.”

“I am half Scottish.” Sophie smiled.

“Ah, that explains it.” Danielle grinned back. “So, what’s this bout robbing my house?” she looked to Ben, who came to hug her as well.

“Sophie is an undiagnosed kleptomaniac apparently, and your house and everything in it is next.”

“Benedict!” Sophie looked at him appalled. “I just said I like your hall table and wondered what books you had on your shelves.” Sophie put her hands up as though she was being ordered to by authorities.

Danielle just laughed. “Thank you, it was my parents, I effectively took everything from the house with me here, so anything nice, it was probably theirs and as for the books, literally, you could find anything in there, there is no rhyme or reason to it, ask Tom, it annoys him.”

“It does not.” Tom dismissed, smiling like a fool at how immediately Elle had taken to Sophie.

“You glare at it, do not deny it, I can see it in your face.”

“I like your book organisational skills as much as you like my grey shoes.” He retorted.

“Ouch!” Danielle laughed in slight disbelief, “That is cold.”

“Those shoes are fucking tragic,” Benedict interjected, though his face was a jestful one. “I mean really, Tom.”

“Funny, he said you have two pairs.” Danielle joked.

“Ooh.” Tom pointed at Benedict as he laughed at his disbelieving look at the young woman. “That turned quickly.”

“Come for dinner and I get abused.” Ben shook his head, scratching Mac Tíre’s ear. “Why do I bother?”

“I think it is something to do with the food.” Elle joked, going back to the food. “Mac, out.”

“He is fine if you want to leave him in, so long as he won’t jump on Sophie.” Ben dismissed.

“Mac isn’t allowed jump on anyone or on the couch.” Tom showed him the ear again, regaining the dog’s attention. “Bed.” Taking the ear gently, Mac trotted to his bed. “Good boy.” He smiled, “Tea?”

“Please.” There was an eagerness to Sophie’s voice that was slightly dramatic.

“Very domestic,” Ben joked.

“Yeah,” Tom smiled as he looked at Danielle, who was busy prepping something for the dinner. “Oh, Elle is making…what is…is that your…”

“Good to see Eton and Cambridge paid off, proper coherent sentences there.” Ben joked.

“You may be laughing, but you have not had Elle’s Roast Lamb and veg.”

“Nice and exotic.” Elle shrugged.

“Does it come with potatoes?” Ben asked curiously.

“Gratin and roast.”

“I am never leaving.” Ben declared as Tom handed him a cup and thanked him, then watching as he handed one to Elle. “That’s not a cup, that’s a tankard.”

“You know Irish people drink more tea than us.” Tom pointed out.

“With cups that’s size, it’s hardly a fucking surprise.” Ben laughed. “Seriously, why would anyone need a cup that big?”

“Because they want that much tea.” Elle grinned, “Food’s on, so here or the living room?”

“If just to annoy Tom with your disorganised books, we’ll go to the living room, but no promises Sophie won’t rob you.” Ben joked, rushing through the door before his wife contemplated throwing her tea at him.

“So, how did the music shoot go?” Ben asked as he bit into another piece of the dinner.

“Fine, all things considered. Though I think I can put my hand on my heart and say it is chaotic and completely off-putting.” Danielle responded.

“The shoot or the person.”

“The shoot, the person I wasn’t overly bothered by, considering I am two and zero on that front, the song, however, as tragic as the ‘singing’ is once again, is not exactly very nice.” She looked to Tom apologetically.

“Yeah, I read about it, ‘The Heeler’, peculiar name,” Sophie added.

“Not really, makes perfect sense, it’s about Tom and myself and I was a paramedic.”

“But it is spelt wrong.” Ben pointed out.

“Wait, H-E-E-L-E-R is it?” Sophie nodded.

“Smart play on words there.” Danielle commended. “It’s clear she didn’t come up with this on her own.”

“How?” Tom asked.

“Does she seem like a professional wrestling fan to you? I mean; did she sit down and watch Summerslam when you two were…whatever you did together?” she asked.

“Summerslam?”

“That’s a no then. Professional wrestling, The Rock, Triple H, Stone Cold Steve Austin, John Cena, all those guys, the WWE, it’s a term they use. Their good guys are called ‘Baby Faces’, or ‘Faces’, and their baddies are given the term a ‘Heel’.” She explained.

“You literally will watch anything on the TV.” Tom shook his head.

Danielle shrugged, “I rather that that Keeping up with Whoever is in Vogue This Week and other reality toilet paper.”

“Definitely.” Sophie agreed, “I feel like I am alone in a sea of gossip fodder when people start waffling on about that.” she turned to her husband, who was eating more gratin, “You are going to regret that later in the week when you are running it off.”

“Don’t care, too good. Tom, how are you not going around another ten kilo’s heavier?”

“Because I don’t get it cooked for me often, Elle’s staying at the hotel and I was over stateside doing the voice work. It’s good, though, right?” Tom smiled knowingly at his friend, Ben nodded.

“I’m just glad you guys like it, I mean, it’s not Michelin star stuff.”

“Good, that stuff is shit, it’s the size of a two-pound coin, costs two hundred and tastes like rubber.” Ben scoffed. “You can’t beat the basics.”

“You can bring the boys to Hollywood.” Elle smiled as she drank some more wine mixed with a soft drink.

“Private school boys, if that counts.” Sophie chuckled.

“Says Ms Oxford.” Ben retorted.

“God, posh people,” Elle sniggered, causing Tom to chuckle and Sophie and Ben to stop bickering.

“So, you said this was your parents?” Sophie was getting ready to go upstairs after a pleasurable evening of talking.

“Yeah, my mum got it in some weird boutique place in the bog arse of nowhere back home.”

“Didn’t she mind you bringing it over here with you?”

“No, she and dad, they’re…gone.”

Sophie’s face filled with horror. “Oh, God, I’m so sorry, I didn’t…what…?”

“It’s fine, I mean it’s sort of commonplace, isn’t it?” Elle shrugged with a sad smile. “She had cancer, and dad just wasn’t the same after, his health went downhill fast, he was so stressed before and it was worse after for him, he was a workaholic so it was always her that made sure he ate and looked after himself, so with her gone and me in college…”

“You moved over after…”

“Yeah, didn’t want to stay there, dad was saying how there were more opportunities over here, and when I dropped out because I decided I rather do something different, I thought it was the better option to come here.”

“Why Suffolk though?”

“I’m not a city person, I prefer the quiet of the countryside, Suffolk was by chance, I found an opening here, decided it was the place for me, used the money from the sale of my parents place and my dad’s practise to get a nice house, which,” she looked around her. “I think I did pretty well with, and it just so happened that my neighbour was a nice woman who I spoke to the day I was viewing it and she convinced me to buy, saying it was a nice area, quiet and someday a great place to have my family and when I moved in, her kids came to help me, one of whom happened to be Tom.”

“That must have been a shock.” Sophie chuckled.

“It was, I mean, I like comic book movies, so I knew of Loki, but when Tom was in front of me, I hadn’t realised who he was, and was just looking at him with that funny suspicious look of ‘I know you from somewhere’.” Elle blushed as Sophie laughed.

“Oh God, really?”

“How he did not walk out of the place and have his mum file a restraining order, I don’t know.” She shook her head in shame.

“Ha-ha, sorry, but that’s hilarious, I love it.” Sophie laughed.

“How about you, Ben said you met on set years ago?”

“Yes, back when he was a bit of a nobody in the game too, a few bits here and there, but we had other people then, and by the time we started something, he was huge.”

“Yeah, I don’t know how you do it, the public stuff, and all they write about you and Christopher, and probably now this little bubble too.”

“You can’t let it get to you. Sometimes it’s jealousy, sometimes spite, others just want to bitch about anyone and others…I don’t know what their problem is, but they can just get over themselves, I love Ben, he loves me and Kit, and we live pretty normally off the red carpet, and as long as it stays like that, we are happy.”

“But you are accomplished too, you’re in his game, I am just a set person, I can only imagine what they will say if it gets out.”

“‘When’ not ‘if’,” Sophie corrected. “You will get some heat, after all, Tom and Ben are the ‘Internet’s Boyfriends’ but most will love that you are not a stick-thin, Hollywood Barbie, you are exactly what they all dream would happen, as cliché as it is, you are ‘The Girl Next Door’ literally.”

“God, that is fucking cliché.” Elle laughed.

“And it gives them a little hope too, that is something.”

“It is also going to add some heat.”

“Yes, I read what the papers wrote after the dinner with him and his mum.”

“You read a lot of gossip stuff?”

“Normally no, but after meeting Ms Swift, I wanted to see what they were saying about poor Tom and I saw the whole thing with you and him on a few papers.”

“Yeah, some were not very nice.” Elle played with her fingers.

“Tabloids never are, but the other’s will be the majority opinion, ‘wholesome’ is not a word used much in entertainment.”

“It sounds a lot like the word fat.”

“By some standards, yes, you are, you are supposed to be a size four to six, eat once every four days and snort more cocaine than you can handle to stave hunger pains, and you are not that, so they will hate you for it, because Tom clearly prefers you and that is not what their magazines tell them is sexy.”

“Thank you.” Elle gave a small smile. “I really wanted to talk to someone about this, but Tom doesn’t get it from this point of view, I mean, he understands, but doesn’t understand, if that makes sense?”

“He comprehends it, but does not feel it himself, so doesn’t have first-hand experience of it.” Sophie nodded. “I know that feeling.” There was a small hint of bitterness in her tone. “I thought for ages that no one could understand what it was like, especially when it was revealed we were engaged, even more so after it was announced I was pregnant.”

“Who helped you?”

“Amanda, Martin’s other half, she literally just came up to me one day, hugged me, threw the men out of the room and demanded I tell her exactly how I was feeling, and pushed and pushed until finally, I caved.”

“You never acted like it affected you.”

“In public, God no, but behind closed doors, I was terrified, and Ben had no idea how to help, Amanda saved us, I was so scared, I wanted to run and hide and never go in front of a camera again.”

“I’m glad you didn’t, you guys are amazing, and your son is the most gorgeous little cutie going.”

“When he wants to be, he can be temperamental.” Sophie smiled fondly.

“Hey, he’s male, it’s to be expected.” Elle dismissed, earning a loud laugh from Sophie.

#I Hate You I Love You #chapter 38 #tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston fic

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Take it All Away: Chapter One

Author: Lopithecus Pairing: Aaron Dingle/Robert Sugden Rating: Mature Word Count: 4548 Alternate: AO3 Summary: When Robert goes out to a club, he doesn’t expect what happens. He should have been more careful, should have paid more attention. Now his life is flipped upside down all because of one stupid mistake. Warnings:

Rape/Non-Con

Non-Consensual Drug Use

Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD

Blackouts

Memory Loss

Implied/Referenced Self-Harm

Self-Harm

Panic Attacks

Other Additional Tags to Be Added (I will update this post when more are added)

Author’s Note: This is a “what happens if Robert is the one to get assaulted instead of Victoria” fic. I wrote this mainly because I wanted more hurt Robert (because I’m cruel and I like to see characters I love suffer.) I wasn’t planning on posting this until I was done with it but I wanted to post it before Ryan leaves the show and that is, unfortunately, coming up fast. I do have Chapter 2 and 3 done but that’s it. Updates will most likely be slow but I never abandon a story, so I’ve got that going for you. Also, my brother’s name is Aron so I’m not used to writing the name with two A’s (I actually often times forget that most people do spell it with two) so if you see at any time during the story I’ve spelt the name with one A, just let me know so I can fix it. This is my first fic in the Emmerdale fandom. I also live in America so I might get the slang they use on the show/things that are called differently here than in the UK, wrong. Hopefully I’ve obsessively watched the storyline enough times to pick up a few things, lol! I’m also not going to be able to remember to change the spelling of words that are spelt differently here than in the UK nor would I know all the words that are spelt differently (i.e. z vs s) so I’m probably going to just use the American spelling. I’m sorry if this bothers you. This is set around the time Robert, Aaron, Ellis, and Victoria go to that club except it doesn’t play out in this like it did on the show. Please enjoy!

Robert saunters down the stairs, fixing his tie around his neck. He can smell the toast Aaron has made and it makes his mouth water, stomach growling with hunger. Once at the bottom, he approaches Aaron and Liv, where they are sat at the kitchen table, eating cereal for breakfast.

“Good morning,” he says, leaning down to kiss the top of Aaron’s head. He sits down and takes a piece of toast, taking a big bite out of it.

“Mornin’,” Aaron replies, mouth full of food. Liv gives him a smile but says nothing.

“I have a bunch of meetings today and then I have that late dinner celebration I told you about with a few of the new investors,” Robert comments.

Aaron nods. “Yeah, I remember.”

“So you’ll be home extra late then?” Liv asks, getting up from the table and grabbing her school bag.

“Probably,” Robert answers.

“Well maybe, Aaron, you could have tea with Chas then.” Liv shrugs on her bag. “Then I can have Gabby over without my annoying older brother hovering over us the whole time.”

“Aren’t you going to be late for college?” Aaron quips, giving Liv a playful look.

Liv laughs. “I’m just saying.”

Robert watches the scene play out in front of him, his own smile of amusement on his face. He’s always loved seeing the playful banter between Aaron and his sister. It often reminds him of how he and Victoria are sometimes. There’s just something gratifying about picking on your younger sibling.

Liv says her goodbyes and leaves The Mill. Aaron watches after her, a wistful smile playing at his lips. “What?” Robert asks him.

Aaron takes a deep breath and finally goes back to eating his cereal. “I’m just glad to see she seems to be moving on from that whole Jacob stuff.” He slurps his cereal as he drinks the milk from the bowl.

Robert makes a face at the sound. “She’s a strong kid. She can get through almost anything.”

“Well, she does have the perfect role models when it comes to getting through tough times,” Aaron says with a small, playful smile.

Robert chuckles. “If you say so.” He stands then, leaning over to give Aaron another kiss on the top of his head, grabbing a couple pieces of toast on his way. “I’ll see you later, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

*~~~*

Robert sits in a booth in the back of the Woolpack. He isn’t really looking forward to this dinner. He would rather be at home, curled up on the sofa with Aaron while they watch some corny film Liv picked out. He really hopes this doesn’t take long and comes up with a plan on how to make this whole thing go by as fast as possible while he waits. All he really has to do is eat a small meal while he schmoozes the guests of honor and buy them a few drinks. It should be easy.

That’s why Robert isn’t sure what to think when the children of the investors arrive instead of the men themselves. Two men and a woman who are probably about nine years younger than he is, approach him with wide smiles. He looks back at them in confusion, eyebrows knitting together. One of the men holds out his hand for a shake and Robert takes it. “Nice to meet you Mister Sugden-Dingle. I’m Lucas.”

The other man shakes Robert’s hand next. “Name’s Trevor.”

“And I’m Meghan,” the woman says, not offering her hand.

“Please, call me Robert.” Robert looks from one to the other. “Sorry, but I thought I was meeting-”

Lucas cuts him off. “Our fathers?” He chuckles. “Yeah, they thought we would have more fun instead.”

“But they’re the ones who made the deal,” Robert comments, incredulous. He’s starting to feel a little frustrated now. He didn’t come out tonight to entertain a bunch of young adults and if he’s being quite honest, it’s really unprofessional of the investors to send these three in place of them. “Sorry but,” Robert stands, “they really should have come out themselves.” He scoots out of the booth, grabbing his jacket. “It was nice meeting you but I think I’ll be off.”

“Woah, hold it.” Lucas steps in front of him. “We were promised a good time tonight; food, drink, the lot.” He smirks. “You wouldn’t want us to tell our dads that you skimped out on us, would ya?”

Robert isn’t sure what to say. He can’t lose these business deals, not if he wants the money from them. He and Aaron are trying to have a baby and they can’t do that if the new haulage company doesn’t work out. They’re desperate to make money, even if it means Robert has to entertain a bunch of children.

He sighs. “No, I wouldn’t.”

Lucas’ smile grows bigger. “Good! C’mon, let’s go.”

Robert stops them. “I thought we were only going to have a few drinks and some food?”

Trevor scoffs and looks around the Woolpack. “Not here.”

At that, the three of them turn and begin leaving the pub. Robert sighs again, heavier this time, and shakes his head, following behind.

*~~~*

Robert gets even more confused when the taxi pulls up next to a club. He gets out and turns to the group, asking, “Weren’t we just going to another pub or a bar?”

Meghan walks up to him and runs her hand over his shoulder. “And where’s the fun in that?”

Trevor smirks at him, wrapping an arm around Meghan’s middle. “Come on, Rob, lighten up a little. It’ll be fun.”

Robert bites his tongue, deciding that snapping at the little git wouldn’t do him any favors. Instead he says, “It’s Robert and this isn’t what I had in mind when I agreed to this.”

Trevor and Meghan laugh at him and start walking away to the queue while Lucas pats him on the back, leaving his hand at the nape of his neck. “It’s what our fathers want, Rob; for you to show us a good time and this is how it’s going to happen.”

He shrugs the man’s hand off. “I don’t really care what your fathers want. This is unprofessional to send you instead of coming themselves.” He looks the kid up and down in bewilderment. “I don’t really understand why they thought this would be okay.”

Lucas laughs, loud and obnoxious. “Because they’re too good for you, Rob. You’re some poor little pillock while our fathers are rich and powerful. Don’t you see, mate, they’re having fun at your expense.”

“They’re winding me up then?”

Lucas shrugs, walking away. “And the best part is, is you’re going to deal with it because you can’t lose this deal from what I’ve heard.”

Robert takes a deep breath in, trying to calm himself. This whole thing is ridiculous but he knows Lucas is right. He is going to deal with it. He has to. His and Aaron’s future depends on it. So with another quick, calming breath, he follows along and joins the queue at the entrance to the club. It’s quick moving, so it doesn’t take them long to get in, the three of his companions being ID’d. Robert heads straight for the bar and groans when he feels Trevor’s hand on his shoulder.

“You’re buying us all drinks, mate, and trust me, Meghan can put them back like you wouldn’t believe.” Trevor laughs and orders the three of them drinks. Robert pays reluctantly, glaring at them the whole time, and sighs in relief when they decide to leave him alone for a while to head out onto the dance floor, drinks in hand.

Robert turns back to the bartender and orders himself a beer, pulling out his mobile. He quickly navigates to Aaron’s name and starts typing out a text, wishing he could call him just to hear his voice which he knows will instantly calm him down, but the music is too loud to do such a thing.

To Aaron: sent 19:24

Save me

From Aaron: received 19:25

Sorry, can’t. Got Liv and Gabby drama to deal with. I’ll tell you later. What happened?

Robert sighs to himself again and begins explaining to Aaron what is going on. He finishes his beer by the time he’s done typing it all out and sending it, finding himself ordering another one. He tacks on one last message, wanting to get across just how irritated he is.

To Aaron: sent 19:36

It’s frustrating and unprofessional. They’re treating me as if I’m some chav who doesn’t know what he’s doing

From Aaron: received 19:37

I don’t get it, if it’s that bad then why don’t you just drop ‘em

To Aaron: sent 19:37

Because we need this money, Aaron. It’s for our baby

From Aaron: received 19:39

But is it really worth it?

To Aaron: sent 19:40

Yes it is. Anything is for our baby

From Aaron: received 19:41

Anything? Because we’ve been there before, Rob, and look where it’s gotten you

Robert rolls his eyes at that, annoyance building up in him for Aaron’s use of his past to have a go at him again.

To Aaron: sent 19:42

This isn’t like last time. This is legit

Robert can practically hear Aaron’s scoff as he waits for a reply.

From Aaron: received 19:42

Yeah okay. All I’m saying is don’t do too many things you’re uncomfortable with just for this

To Aaron: sent 19:43

I won’t. Promise

From Aaron: received 19:43

I’ve got to go. Try to have at least a little fun, yeah?

To Aaron: sent 19:43

Impossible without you

Robert smirks as he puts his phone back in his pocket, knowing Aaron scoffs again as he shakes his head, chuckling slightly at Robert’s comment. He turns around and leans against the bar, watching the crowd as they dance wildly to the music that is playing. He shakes his head in amusement. There are so many people that are willing to make fools of themselves once a little bit of drink is in them.

Within fifteen minutes, Robert is well and truly bored. He hasn’t left the bar and he finished his second beer ages ago. He debates getting another but he’s not really fancying the idea of getting plastered tonight so decides to forgo it. The problem is, now, he’s stood by the bar with nothing to do but people watching and he doesn’t even have anything to occupy his hands with. Robert scans the crowd for Trevor, Lucas, and Meghan and spots them in a frenzied dance, looking as if they are having a brilliant time.

Rubbing at his eyes, Robert turns back around to face the bar and orders another drink, relenting to the fact that he needs to do something to get through this night. He wonders how long he has to stay for it to be appropriate to leave, and figures he’ll probably have to buy his “mates” for the night a couple more rounds. As if in answer, Meghan comes up to him and leans in close to his ear, speaking loudly to be heard over the music, and hand snaking its way around his waist. “‘Nother round on you, aye?”

Robert nods with an eye roll and waits for the bartender to come his way before getting his attention. He orders them a couple more drinks, handing over a few more quid than necessary to pay for any future drinks they might get. She walks away with a flirtatious smirk and wink and Robert feels his face turn into a grimace before he can stop himself. Megan throws her head back and laughs, the sound lost in the noise of the music.

He’s stood there for another thirty minutes before he decides enough is enough. This whole night was a waste of time and he’s tired, agitated, and just wants to go home to Aaron where he can snuggle up next to him in bed. Robert sets his beer bottle down on the bar and pushes off it, ready to go tell Lucas that he’s leaving when someone bumps into him, spilling half their drink on his shirt. Robert has to bite his tongue to stop the retort that wants to come out, his mood becoming even more sour. He likes this shirt.

“So sorry, mate!” Robert looks up from his soaked shirt to a bloke who is about his age. The man reaches out to wipe at the liquid staining Robert’s shirt before realizing that he doesn’t actually have anything to wipe it up with. He pulls his hand back, frowning. “Shit, I didn’t see you there.”

Robert has to take a deep breath before speaking. “It’s alright.” He turns in the direction of the toilets.

“Oi, let me help you,” the man says, walking beside Robert.

Robert holds his hands out, dismissing him. “I’ve got it, thanks.”

“Look, it’s my fault. Just,” the man puts a hand on his shoulder, stopping Robert from walking away, “I want to help.”

Robert resists the urge to roll his eyes. “Fine.”

They both head into the toilets where the music quiets to a low thump, Robert’s ears ringing slightly. He grabs a handful of paper towels and starts to dab at his shirt. “You’ve got to get the towel wet first.” Robert’s eyes snap up to the mysterious bloke who spilled his drink on him.

“Look, I’m just trying to dry it. I was on my way home.”

“But you don’t want it to stain,” the man says as he grabs more paper towels and wets them under the tap. “Here.” He reaches over and starts to wipe at Robert’s shirt.

Robert stands there, not really knowing what to do. He can feel the heat beginning to crawl up his neck at the other man invading his space, getting uncomfortable at the proximity. The only person who isn’t blood related to him (besides Diane, of course, but she’s like blood) who has been this close to him recently is Aaron. He grabs a hold of the man’s hand. “I can do it.”

The man shrugs, taking a step back and handing over the paper towel. “Suit yourself.”

Robert eyes him before looking back down at his shirt. It couldn’t have just been a beer that was spilt on him. No, it had to be some fancy, colorful drink that is surely going to leave a blotch of red on his shirt. He sighs in defeat, throwing the paper towel in the bin. “It’s no use.” When Robert looks back up, the man is biting his bottom lip and Robert has to roll his eyes at the sight. “Don’t worry ‘bout it.”

“Well, at least let me buy you a drink to make up for it.”

Robert’s shaking his head before the bloke even finishes his sentence. “No need. I was going home.”

“Just one drink.” The man is smiling at him.

“I’m married,” Robert says, pointedly.

The man chuckles. “I noticed, I saw the ring.” His smile grows, playful like. “Come on, it’s a harmless drink. Just to say sorry.”

Robert stares at him, debating. One drink won’t hurt, will it? It’ll please this man and it’ll give his shirt a little time to dry before going home. Sure he’ll still smell like a boozer but at least he won’t have to ride home in a taxi with a sopping wet shirt. “Alright, go on then.”

The man’s smile grows impossibly wide and he leads the way back out into the club. They push their way over to the bar where Robert leans down on it, arms crossed, and waiting for the bartender to make his way to them. “Name’s Theo.” The man, Theo , says, leaning a little closer to be heard.

Robert gives him a nod in acknowledgement. “Robert.”

Theo purses his lips, nods in approval, and turns back to the bar, the bartender asking for their order. Theo orders for the both of them and Robert quirks one of his eyebrows in question. “What?”

Robert shakes his head. “Nothin’. Just don’t want one of those fancy drinks.”

“You mean the ones with lots of colors and weird names?” Theo teases, laughing at him. “Don’t worry, it’s not.”

They don’t have to wait long before Robert spots the bartender coming over with their drinks. He’s about to reach out for his when he hears his name being called. He’s never rolled his eyes so many times in one night. Turning around, he faces Lucas who is perfectly bladdered. “Mate!” He wraps an arm around Robert’s shoulders, leaning into him. Robert suspects if he moved, Lucas would collapse to the floor by how much he was holding himself up on him. “We thought you had left.”

“Yeah, mate , I was just having one more drink then leaving.” Robert tries to push him off but he holds on firmly.

“You haven’t danced with us yet,” Lucas slurs, resting his head on Robert’s shoulder.

Robert groans in annoyance, pushing harder. Lucas stumbles back off him. “I’ll pass, thanks.”

Lucas waves him off, sticking his tongue out at Robert, and Robert stares after him in uncontained disbelief. “Friends of yours?”

Robert turns back to Theo who is holding out his drink. It’s some blue liquid with one of those mini umbrellas in it and an olive, all contained in a cocktail glass. Robert hesitantly grabs for it, frowning. “No, thank God. I was just someone who could pay out on their drinks.”

Theo chuckles. “Then it’s a good thing I bought you yours.”

Robert’s eyes travel back down to his drink. “What in hell is it?”

“Just try it,” Theo says, smile playing at his mouth in amusement. “If you don’t like it then I’ll buy you a beer instead.”

“Didn’t I tell you I was going home?” Robert brings the glass to his lips.

He doesn’t miss the way Theo’s eyes travel the length of his body. “You did and that you’re also married.”

Robert licks his lips. “I don’t cheat.”

“I never asked you too.” Theo gives him a quick nod, directed at the glass still by Robert’s mouth. “Drink.”

Robert shakes his head and sips at the liquid, swallowing thoughtfully. He gives it a second, dragging it out just to annoy Theo who looks at him expectantly. Finally, he shrugs. “It’s not bad.”

Theo nudges him. “See, I told you you’d like it.” The man takes a sip from his own drink, another one of those colorful ones.

“This,” Robert gestures between the two of them, “me drinking this thing, stays between us, yeah?”

“Mate, I’m probably never going to see you again after tonight. Your secret is safe.”

Robert huffs, shaking his head, and drinking more of the blue liquid. Theo watches him from the corners of his eyes, smiling flirtatiously at Robert every once in a while. By the time Robert is done with the whole thing, he’s a little more than just tipsy. He carefully sets the glass down with shaking hands. “How… how much alcohol was in that thing?” Theo shrugs and Robert frowns at him.

“You alright, mate?” Theo asks him, hand landing on Robert’s shoulder.

Robert almost falls to the ground, losing his balance as the room starts to spin. “I…”

He hears Theo laugh beside him, the sound almost distant. “You’re completely pissed.” He puts one of Robert’s arms over his own shoulder, helping Robert keep balance. “Let me help you to a taxi.”

Robert stumbles along as the room continues to spin out of control, leaning onto Theo. His stomach is doing flips and he seriously starts to think he’s going to be sick all over himself when the next thing he knows, he’s in a taxi sat next to Theo. His eyebrows furrow in confusion as his body starts to relax into the seat. “Did I tell you where I live?”

Theo watches him but Robert can’t focus. “Of course, you did. That’s where we’re headed.”

Robert shakes his head, his movement feeling sluggish. “I don’t… I don’t remember telling you.”

When he blinks next, he’s in some kind of lobby, sitting in a chair. He looks around, confused, sweat covering his entire body as he shakes uncontrollably. He’s having a hard time focusing on things, his vision blurry and unfocused. Every once in a while the room will sway and it’ll make his stomach feel like it’s doing somersaults. Robert looks around the room for a bin he can be sick into just in case, but can’t find one.

Theo strides up next to him, lifts his arm, slinging it over his shoulder once more, and helping Robert out of the chair. “Come on.”

He’s cold, that’s why he’s shivering. He’s naked and he’s cold and where is he? Robert looks around again, limbs feeling heavy, and he’s in a room, a hotel room by the looks of it - he doesn’t remember how he got there - with Theo sitting on the edge of the bed, back towards him and fumbling with his… his trainers?

“Wasn’t I going home?” He’s confused. Robert meant to go home. Why is he here? Did Robert tell the taxi driver to bring them here? No, no Robert wouldn’t cheat on Aaron. Not again. Not ever again.

Right?

“Theo…”

Theo turns to him, pulling his shirt over his head. He leans over, kissing Robert softly. “Shh, it’s fine.”

Robert blinks and groans as his heart pounds in his ears. His head feels like there is a hammer inside of it and his body is sticky with sweat. He’s lying on his stomach and Robert groans, the light overhead making his eyes hurt. He tries to bury his face into the pillow but grimaces when his face is met with wetness and the stench of vomit. Turning his head back to the side, his eyes roam over the room. He was expecting to see his bedroom, Aaron next to him, but is confused when he sees unfamiliar wallpaper. Where the hell is he?

Swallowing, he makes to get up, arms feeling weak as he tries to push up. When he bends his right leg to get leverage, fiery hot pain shoots up from his back. He hisses and immediately lies back down, breathing hard. That’s when he realizes it doesn’t just feel like sweat that has made his body sticky. There’s another semi-dry substance on his back and between his cheeks. His stomach churns and Robert has to swallow multiple times to try and keep from being sick, something he has obviously already done but can’t remember doing so.

Did he really get drunk and bring a stranger to a hotel room? No… no, he only had a few drinks. Definitely not enough to get shit faced. No, something else… Theo, Theo had gotten him a drink. Did he get drunk from that one? He couldn’t have. It didn’t taste very strong and besides, he wouldn’t have slept with some random bloke. He doesn’t do that anymore. He knows he doesn’t. Then… then the only explanation is…

Robert groans again, feels the bile rise up his throat, and jumps out of bed to try and make it to the toilet in time. He doesn’t and he ends up vomiting on the floor, pain shooting throughout his entire body. His legs shake with the effort of keeping himself up, one hand supporting his weight on the nightstand. He can feel something dripping down the inside of his thighs and Robert really needs to get out of there.

Frantically, he searches the room for his clothes and when he finds them, he pulls them back on with great effort, trying to ignore the pain his body is in. When fully clothed, he stumbles out of the room and makes his way slowly to the front desk where he tries not to show his discomfort. “Hi, checking out.”

“Name?” the receptionist asks him.

Robert hesitates, not knowing what name Theo put the room under. “Uh, I don’t know what it’s under.”

The receptionist frowns at him and Robert feels his face grow hot in embarrassment. “What room number was it?”

Robert shakes his head. “I-I don’t know.”

Her frown grows more prominent. “Do you have the card key? I can’t check you out if-”

Robert’s stomach flips again. “Just never mind.” He pushes off the counter and heads to the front doors, ignoring the woman’s calls. They’ll just have to figure it out themselves.

When he exits the building, he isn’t expecting it to be pitch black out. Screwing up his eyebrows, he looks at the time on his watch and groans in dismay. It’s half past one in the morning. Aaron is going to be freaking out. Robert quickly gets a taxi and tells the driver where to go, wishing he would drive faster as Robert pulls out his mobile. He has a few texts from Aaron.

From Aaron: received 23:02

Where are you?

From Aaron: received 00:24

When I said to have fun, I didn’t mean stay out this late, Robert

From Aaron: received 01:13

If you think I’m waiting up for you any longer, then you’re wrong

Shit. How is he going to explain this to Aaron? When he said he was going to be home late earlier, he had meant ten maybe eleven at the latest. Not almost two in the morning. Aaron is going to kill him and then when he finds out why Robert was so late, he’s going to resurrect him just to kill him again . Robert has to come up with an excuse and it has to be one that Aaron will believe. Aaron can never know he cheated again.

No, wait, he didn’t cheat. He… he can’t remember but he knows he didn’t cheat. That’s right, he already came to that conclusion earlier in the hotel room. Robert lays his aching head on the window, getting confused again. No, Theo… Theo gave him a drink. That’s when he started to feel weird, after he had drank it. So something… the drink. The drink had something to do with what happened. He can’t remember.

With a pain filled moan, he rubs at his face tiredly. The taxi driver is saying something to him, something about getting out and paying him. Robert lifts his head and looks out the window, eyebrows furrowing. He can’t be home yet. He doesn’t even remember half the drive there.

The drink must not be entirely out of his system yet.

Whatever was in the drink must not be out of his system yet.

Robert struggles out of the taxi and pulls out his wallet and pays the taxi driver. He stumbles up the drive, to The Mill, and fumbles with the keys for almost two minutes before he finally gets his coordination correct to unlock the door. When he enters, everything is quiet and Aaron is nowhere in sight. Glancing at the stairs, he contemplates attempting to climb them but his legs are shaky again and the room is spinning once more.

He barely makes it to the sofa before he collapses on top of it and passes back out.

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A/N: I haven’t written in months and I feel like the beginning of this chapter shows it, but hopefully it got better as it went.

I have so many British Slang/words links saved that it’s ridiculous.

Also, yes, I know how unrealistic it is for investors to send their kids to the dinner celebration. That’s the wonderful thing about writing. I can have anything happen even though in reality it would probably never happen, lol!

Thank you for reading! I hope you stick around even though I know nothing about the UK and how you all talk. If you want to give me any pointers, please feel free. Am I using too much slang? Should I use arse instead of ass? Let me know! I’m always willing to learn. ^_^

#Emmerdale #Aaron Dingle #Robert Sugden #Robron #My Fanifction #Take it All Away

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the-writerly-night-owl · 6 years ago

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Starting off on the Right Foot

Open Heart/ Bryce x MC (Callie Chambers)

Summary: Callie finds herself distracted as she runs into Bryce and might have formed a tiny crush.

Authors Note: For the fluff prompt nicknames. I’m using a different MC for this since it’s a little weird for me to be writing Clarissa and Bryce when she’s into Ramsey otherwise lol. This idea came from the different name. I hope you don’t mind too much! Hopefully its still cute and you enjoy it! My first time writing him so let me know how I did.

I asked for requests and special shout out to @radlovedreamer for suggesting it!

Tag list: @queen-among-writers @flyawayboo @fluffy-cat-whisper @countrymusicandncis-blog @symonde @am-i-invisible777 @melodyofgraves @paisleylovergirl @elainew13 @itsbrindleybinch @brightpinkpeppercorn @mariamulroney @universallypizzataco

Callie Chambers hated her name sometimes. Mainly because people asked her how to pronounce her full first name it all the time. It was Cailin, which was basically Kay with Lynn attached at the end. It was just spelled different as she had to go to the administration at Edenbrook. They had spelled her name with a t thinking it was Caitlin again. Part of her groaned as she made her way to the desk. She liked her nickname Callie in high school for a reason she supposed.

“Doctor Chambers,” said a voice from behind her as her blonde hair hit someone behind her in the face. She swirled around ready to apologize and saw Bryce. She grinned wondering what he would say to her as she batted her brown eyes up at him. “Your hair hurts.”

“So I’ve been told,” said Callie with a small giggle. “I’m really sorry about that. I can get you some pain medication or something…”

“It’s no big deal,” said Bryce giving her a winning smile, as she shook her head good naturally. “So where are you heading? I mean internal medicine is in the opposite direction.”

She looked down at her badge and showed him. “They spelled my name wrong so I’m going to get it fixed.”

Bryce took her name tag in his hands getting close to it. She held back another giggle as his skin brushed up against hers. Sometimes she was ticklish and watched him. Bryce dropped her name tag and thoughtfully tapped his chin.

“I see they spelt with your name with a K, is it supposed to a be C?” he asked slightly confused before teasingly adding. “You have the doctors handwriting down pat though when you signed the paper. It must have been hard to read.”

Okay now she couldn’t help but laugh as she covered her mouth some. Together the two were heading toward the desk as Callie watched him. He was eager to get to know her which was always a good thing, as she blew some stray hairs out of her face.

“Actually, it’s spelled without the T. It’s C-a-i-l-i-n, Cailin, like Caitlin but without the t in the middle.” She sighed wondering how he would take it. Some people didn’t like being corrected like that as she remembered the job at the hardware store she held. Customers didn’t like being corrected about things.

“I like it, it’s unique.” Bryce flipped his own hair, “does it have a special meaning behind it?”

“I don’t know, all I know is that it’s an Irish name. My nickname has always been Callie growing up so I’m just going to put that name on my name tag. Doctor Callie Chambers.”

With that she did a flourish before nearly tripping over a cart of the cleaning lady. Bryce laughed at the flourish before catching her. His touch warm and soft as his brown eyes met hers. Callie couldn’t help but get lost in them. Her breath caught before they straightened out and headed toward the desk. It wasn’t too far away now as she couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed. She liked talking to him at least.

“How are you liking Edenbrook so far?” he asked her, breaking Callie out of her trance.

“It’s great so far. There are some very nice people.” She twirled a loose hair between her fingers as Bryce watched her. Then she straightened up. “But I can’t wait to start working. This is everything I ever wanted since college.”

“I know what you mean. It’s awesome to get to live the dream.” He sighed stopping and putting a hand on the wall just before the desk. “So, why are we here again?”

Bryce looked at her once again a slight mischievous look on his face. She bit her bottom lip as she grinned at him. “I’m changing my name tag name. You are very distracting though which is a good thing.”

“Ah sounds like a lot of paperwork, you know you have plenty of other times to change your name.” He winked at her as she thought fast.

“Oh really when is that?”

She stepped a step closer to him as Bryce motioned for her to lean in as he jokingly said, “When we get married.”

The two of them laughed as Callie smiled charmingly at him. Oh so he was the funny one she thought already forming a tiny crush on him. “Cute.”

“I try.”

“Let’s start with just calling me Callie.”

“Okay Callie or could I call you Cal? I think that it’ll be fun working with you.”

“You can call me Cal sometimes, I won’t mind too much. And I think it’ll be fun working you too.”

With that he dropped her off at the desk with a wink before heading in the opposite direction. She shook her head turning to talk to the receptionist her own grin forming wondering when she would see him next.

#bryce lahela #doctor lahela #doctor bryce lahela #choices bryce #oh mc #alternative mc #choices: open heart #open heart #choices open heart #choices oh #playchoices fanfiction #playchoices #choices you play #choices: stories you play #choices stories you play

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public-insecurities · 5 years ago

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Lightning Talk: AE Processor

AE Processor

EDIT: So I forgot my gifs were transparent... The input is just labelled 'plain text' for the encryption gifs, and the output is 'ciphertext'.

So... I decided to do a lightning talk because why not. It revolved around a custom processor I made for Computer Architecture which was capable of performing authenticated encryption (AE).

((I know I spelt cipher wrong, don't roast me.))

I find it wild that I requested to my lightning talk this week and it was coincidentally the same week we learn about block ciphers!!!

Also got a shout-out in an e-mail my tutor sent out YTB.

What We Had To Do

Given the bare bones of a MIPS processor, we had to modify the ISA to allow the processor to be capable of performing AE.

I know we were told DON'T ROLL YOUR OWN but hey, it's not like we were actually going to use this thing to encrypt sensitive information.

How It Works

There are two component: encryption and tag generation.

Encryption

This encryption scheme is a stream cipher, meaning that it encrypts one character at a time. It takes in one character at a time. It then XOR's the character with a byte of the encryption subkey, which is then input into an S-box in the form of an RN table based off the last 4 bits of the encrypted character at this point. This output is then XOR'ed with the next byte of the encryption key and then input into the S-box. This is done for a total of 8 rounds. (Wow I'm really trying to use the terminology from the AES activity)

Here's a gif I made last year. I know I spelt cipher wrong AGAIN, please forgive me.

The last step is to AND the encrypted character 0x7F (this was a given) to produce the final ciphertext.

Tag Generation

The last step is tag generation, to ensure the authenticity and integrity of the ciphertext.

One by one, each encrypted character is shifted depending on the MSB of the tag generation key. In the case of the given example below, the key is 1010. If the MSB is 1, the ciphertext is shifted twice to the left. This value is then XOR'ed with the previous cipher text and so on. After each XOR, the tag generation key is shifted once to the left so that it keeps rotating.

It can be noted that the first character is XOR'ed with 0x00, but this could be improved by adding in an initialisation vector. However, random number generation in VHDL is a pain, so it's a no from us.

Since this tag is generated using a private key, and is based off the original cipher text itself, it can guarantee authentication and integrity, just like a MAC... I guess this tag works similar to a MAC...

What We Did

So here's what the inside of a processor looks like.

It might look confusing, but bare with me.

The black lines are the data paths, and the orange are the control paths ie. the data channels and control channels are separate, such that an attacker is unable to input dodgy instructions to produce dodgy outputs (unless they get into the actual processor, which is a hurdle).

There is also a control path connecting the output of the registers with the ALU such that is is able to determine whether an XOR would result in an RN look-up or just a plain XOR result. What does this mean? Well, the way I implemented it was that the XOR for the encryption was done two at a time. Therefore the character was always XOR'ed with what seemed to be a 2 byte number. By checking whether the number was 2 bytes or less, the processor was able to determine whether to use an S-box or not.

I also find it interesting that logic operations such as XOR are used because it can easily be done in hardware. It was something I never really thought about before.

Results

For the keen beans, here are the results of encrypting 'CompArch'. The orange represents the resulting ciphertext, and the purple is the resulting tag. There is a long gap between 3F and 37 as M and P are both encrypted as 3F.

ie. CompArch -> 52 48 3F 3F 37 11 52 11

If you think I'm trolling, I verified my results using a program I made. It's not hardcoded I swear.

(Ignore the m and n. M referred to the number of rounds in encryption and the N referred to the number of bits to be shifted in tag generation. This was an extension to the core task)

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geek-gem · 6 years ago

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Hilda's Dad

So I've mentioned this before and even other folks have talked about it. Is who is Hilda's dad and where is he at.

Honestly I've seen posts about he could be some magical spirit or something or anything else even a normal guy.

But please don't hate me for this. Especially because while the show is deep in some ways and very mature it's a very light hearted show in quite some moments it's weird describing it though.

Yet what if Hilda's dad was honestly a nice and normal guy but as Hilda grew up he got sick of Hilda's adventurous attitude and even a added point seems a little bigot towards all this supernatural stuff. But it was Hilda herself and her personality that caused him to leave her and Johanna.

Yeah that's really sad that it's a bit much. But the thing is that he's voiced by Craig Fairbrass(Call Of Duty Modern Warfare Trilogy) he's just so fucking British. Especially the joke here is he's said some stuff around Hilda that Johanna hates. Including what makes it more funny I laughed when I looked up what the definition of, "Wanker" means before making this.

Johanna: YOUR BECOMING A BAD INFLUENCE ON HILDA WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!?

Hilda's Dad: IT'S NOT ME IT'S HER!

Johanna: YOUR BLAMING YOUR OWN CHILD HOW DARE YOU! ESPECIALLY SHE LEARNED THE WORD WANKER FROM YOU! SHE'S BEEN SAYING IT EVERYWHERE!

Hilda's Dad: WELL THAT'S BECAUSE ALL OF THESE CREATURES ARE WANKERS SHE SHOULDN'T BE HANGING OUT WITH THEM!

Johanna: THEY DIDN'T DO ANYTHING IT'S YOU THAT HAS A PROBLEM!

Hilda's Dad: SCREW THIS I'M GOING BACK TO BRITAIN SCREW THIS BLOODY PLACE!

Johanna: YOU SERIOUSLY WOULD LEAVE YOUR OWN CHILD AND WIFE BEHIND!?

Hilda's Dad: YES ESPECIALLY HOW OUR DAUGHTER ACTS AND AWAY FROM ALL THESE MAGICAL WANKERS!

I was gonna make a joke he was gonna join back in the SAS but their too secretive and especially was gonna say it sounds out of place.

Tags done honestly I don't mind or might mind whatever direction if they talk about her dad. But it's not gonna be as sad as this. So Hilda's dad tag doesn't pop up or whatever. But also this idea is weirdly mean spirited. Especially if he came back to reconnect with his family. But I keep thinking shit Johanna doesn't like talking about Hilda's dad and Hilda understands that and tries not to bother her about it.

Also don't worry Hilda is asleep during that fight but seriously it's a bit much. But the idea he doesn't like the supernatural and all the magical stuff makes more sense. But with the added he left because of Hilda and didn't wanna deal with her shit but that's a bit much for this show.

Including used Google to see if I spelt Britain right and watched some audio video of Ghosts lines from Modern Warfare 2 with yellow text.

#hilda netflix #hilda the series #hilda #johanna #hilda johanna

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peter-is-the-best-avenger · 6 years ago

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What’s In a Name? - Peter Parker x Irish!Reader

Request: Irish!reader idea which may or may not work - reader has a traditional Irish name like Aoibheann or Éadaoin or Caiomhe or something and Peter is hopeless at trying to pronounce it 😂

A/N: I figured that this idea would well as a headcanon, also I freaking relate to this on a spiritual level damn

Okay so New York is known for being rather multicultural, so it wasn’t that unusual to have a foreign new kid in your class

But when you’re from Ireland suddenly everyone feels the need to say something

You would lose count of the number of classmates, teachers included, who’d feel the need to brag about how they’re 1/8 Irish

because their “great-grandfather is from Ireland” and they’ve “never been but would love to go”

You would manage to grin and bear those conversations as you went on

Honestly, as soon as you get used the American schooling system, you should fit it pretty well

I say should

You really wouldn’t

Why I hear you ask?

bEcAuSe oF yOuR dAmN iRiSh nAmE

Every class you go into you would be asked to write your name on the board

hahahaha NOPE

Introducing yourself would always begin with

“Okay so it’s a little weird”

“It’s not pronounced the way it’s spelt”

In your first class, you would be paired with a boy named Peter

Who, despite being an absolute smol bean

Would not be able to pronounce your name for shit

though he thought it was absolutely beautiful

and like

fair play to him

he would try his best

but in his defence

No one could say it right

of course Flash really took advantage of this

thinking he was oh so clever for coming up with these snarky nicknames

but you’ve heard them all before

Oh don’t get me started on roll-call

Most teachers would give up calling your name

just avoiding it completely

like they’d get to the person before you and then they’d just look around the room for your face

you’d give them a small nod

and that’s that

But then there would be some teachers who think they can say it

and butcher it

every

single

time

so you just don’t correct them anymore

Being paired up with Peter for an assignment

And you’d go to each other’s homes to work on it

Peter trying to introduce you to his aunt

“This is Y/- I mean Y/-”

Laughing at his adorable awkwardness as you’d cut him off, introducing yourself to May

“You know, my maiden name is Reilly-”

“-May, she doesn’t want to hear about that.”

Peter working up the courage to ask you out

and constantly overthinking it

because it’s Peter

he would really psyche himself up for it

He would just blurt it out one night when he’s walking you home

“Y/N, erm, would you like to go get coffee sometime? Like as a date- I mean, if you don’t want to, it’s okay.”

He would be caught unaware by your giggling, thinking you would reject him

“What’s so funny?”

“You got my name right.”

And if you don’t think homeboy deserved a kiss after that

you’d be sorely mistaken

Pete would take you to Starbucks that weekend

Although he would order your coffee for you under his name

Because truth be told

You wouldn’t want to stand at the counter for ages while the barista keeps asking you to spell your name out until they inevitably get it wrong

and end up shouting some random word across the store when your order is ready

Your relationship would pretty much kickstart after that first date

because you’re both crazy for each other

On your birthday, Peter would try to get you a necklace with your name on it

before realising

there was no way he could find your name in a store

So he got Mr Stark to have one specially engraved

You would be so surprised when he gives it

he was willing to go through all that trouble for you

but here’s the best bit

He would remember to include THE FADA

Oh my god this boy

Knowing that you two were gonna be endgame from early on in the relationship

So you would both just casually discuss your futures together

which may or may not include a couple of debates about whether or not your children would have Irish names

“But Pete, Caoimhe is such a beautiful name”

“Yeah BUT I CAN’T SAY IT”

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fandom-trash-17 · 6 years ago

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LISTEN THE FUCK UP BECAUSE ITS IMPORTANT AND ITS FUCKING 4 AM AND I SHOULD BE ASLEEP

I tried my best to avoid this situation

But it’s everywhere

All over my dash. And I need to let out how I feel and why everyone should calm. Down.

So s7 of Voltron Legendary Defenders came out about, a week or two ago with a promise of LGBT Rep. And if you’ve been on Tumblr or the VLD tags long enough, you know how most people reacted.

But the people who are fresh out of the womb to this situation, I’ll explain. Like I’ve stated before VLD had promised LGBT rep in s7 and introduced the character Adam, Shiro’s boyfriend. They also included a scene with them together but not the “having a romantic time” together. It was basically a break up scene.

I understand why you’re mad.

You wanted rep but you didn’t get exactly what you’d thought would happen. The scene of when Adam was telling Shiro why he shouldn’t go just seems like a regular convo between two bros looking out for each other. I understand why you maybe dissatisfied. I understand that killing off Adam was upsetting. I honestly wished he was still alive.

But is it really worth going apeshit over it?

Like come on people we’re better than that! More mature! Is it worth insulting the whole team, who worked hard on making VLD happen???? Like for the millionth time I get why you’re upset but it’s not the end of the world!

I see and understand why people are upset, but that doesn’t mean you should attack the creators. They work hard to make this show, and they have to deal with shit just to get a season out. Harassment, people threatening to post leaks and having the show CANCELLED just to have their ship or HC canon, so many goddamn violent threats being thrown at the crew to the point where Bex Taylor (I probably spelt her name wrong) does not feel safe at all going to Cons BECAUSE of the s7 backlash.

You got to keep in mind that this TV show is about teens who got shot into fucking space by a space cat because they were chosen to protect the world. The reason why it was so short and brief is because they didn’t want to get too sidetracked from the story. And either way they probably couldn’t win. It was either get hate and threats from homophobes complaining or the LGBT. I honestly do think they could’ve done a little better with the scene, and I wish they didn’t kill him, but things were limited. Just except our gay Shiro dad because he does not need a boyfriend to prove he’s gay. Hell we might learn more about Adam in season 8 so get off your high horses, do something else and wait.

Oh, if you suddenly hate Voltron because of one little thing then leave. Just leave the creators out of it because you’re just adding wood to this forest fire and it ain’t doin shit.

TL;DR

You can be upset but don’t be a jackass to the crew. Maybe give your thoughts in a calm manner instead of a ballistic Goose on drugs.

s7 obviously had its flaws but s8 will be better. All we have to do is wait and be patient

But if you can’t do that, you might aswell leave.

Sidenote: sorry if this seems rushed. I don’t want my mom to catch me up at this time again and I’m really tired, I just couldn’t wait till morning. I’m just, tired in general

Just take this video and these tweets

https://youtu.be/_O9xfp89QI0

Goodnight

#vld s7 #vld #vld shiro #shiro is still gay #calm down #the crew does not deserve this #its not queerbait #JusticeForTheVLDCrew #Just think about that Ezor and Zethrid scene #Just go hug a dog my dude #im tired #just love the gay space dad #im sorry Bex #you can disagree #just dont be an ass

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floralreddie · 7 years ago

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reddie tumblr au (part 2)

this is a part 2 to my tumblr reddie au. enjoy!

tag list: @im-not-psychotic, @sincerelyhansen, @richietoaster, @homohayls, @aopositn, @arielgirly, @trashmouth-smashmouth, @mzcescapie, @somenates27, @reddiesballoons, @cawcawhawkeye

When Eddie wakes up the next he’s pretty fucking tired, and he entirely blames it on that Trashmouth Tozier. He rubs his eyes tiredly, shuts off his iPhone alarm that’s playing a rather loud rendition of Funkytown, and crawls quickly out of bed and stumbles into the bathroom.

His mom is already downstairs cooking breakfast, from the smell of it.

He gets ready quickly that morning, half-distracted as he thinks of his weird fucking conversation with Richie Tozier on fucking Tumblr the night before, of all the damn places and of all damn people. He had practically fallen out of his chair when the idiot sent that entirely not funny meme Eddie’s way (because he knew the guys blog and had always kind of appreciate how cool Richie was), and then somehow they had started talking.

I mean, Eddie didn’t entirely mind (though Tozier was a fucking idiot, and Eddie already knew this, but now that he had shared more than a few words with the boy he could clarify this fact).The conversation had gone from Eddie revealing his identity (and, fuck, the lanky, curly haired and kind of good looking boy now knew that Eddie ran a fucking 80′s music blog), to Eddie somehow agreeing to have lunch with Tozier and his friends, to them talking until 2 in the morning about Derry, College and the gossip from school.

And Eddie had actually enjoyed the conversation. It had ended, Eddie remembers, with him saying goodnight and Richie telling him to have sweet dreams with about a billion kisses added on the end.

As he stumbles out of the house that morning (with his mom petting his cheeks and straightening his already neat hair) he blushes as he jogs over to Mike’s puck-up truck and thinks of the poorly spelt and grammatically incorrect sentence Richie Tozier had typed to him last night.

i always knew u were cute but wtf since when were u this funny dude.

He swallows and clambers into Mike’s truck, greeting him and Ben with tired smile.

Some Top 40 song is playing lowly in the background as Mike starts to engine and says, ‘You look uncharacteristically ruffled today, Eddie. You okay?’

Eddie huffs and throws Mike an offended look over Ben’s chest. ‘I had a shitty nights sleep, Mike. Thanks, though. Dick’. Ben snorts and reaches forward to turn the music up a little more, just as Eddie blurts out. ‘I, er, how do you guys feel about sitting with Richie Tozier, Bev Marsh, Bill Denbrough and Stanley Uris at lunch?’

Ben whips his head round to face Eddie, round cheeks (although, Eddie has to admit, Ben’s lost some weight) turning pink, just as Mike turns a corner, raises a brow and says, ‘I’m fine with that. Bev’s a pretty cool girl, we’ve been hanging out a bit lately. She thinks I’m photogenic’. At that, he turns away from the road to face Eddie and gives a shit-eating grin. ‘Girl’s got a good eye’.

Eddie scoffs. ‘Douche’.

‘Beverly Marsh?’ Ben finally chokes out, still staring at Eddie. Eddie blinks back and leans away from Ben’s suddenly wild look, just as Mike says,

‘She stopped to talk to me in the hallway yesterday and Ben was with me. I’m pretty sure it took him all but three seconds to fall in love with her’. Eddie catches his eye over Ben’s head, and Mike rolls his eyes. It was no secret that Ben was a hopeless romantic.

‘Why the hell do you want to eat lunch with them anyway?’ Ben says after elbowing Mike in the side and rolling his eyes when Mike insists he could have crashed the truck and killed them all. ‘I didn’t know you spoke to, er....well, anyone’.

Eddie might have glared if the statement weren’t entirely true. Instead, he sniffs and adjusts the collar of his yellow jumper. ‘I got talking to Richie Tozier. He, er...don’t fucking laugh, but he found my damn Tumblr’.

Ben shokes on a laugh, just as Mike turns with his bottom lip trapped between his teeth. ‘Oh, Eddie...’

Eddie shrugs and blushes. ‘Yeah. Whatever. He wants us all to each lunch together. He’s a fucking idiot, but we’ll see how it goes’.

He doesn’t, of course, see the subtle look Mike and Ben exchange, their grins hidden and then brow cocked. He’s too busy thinking about Richie and his friends. There’s Bev, who smokes and is pretty and friendly and had a girlfriend last year from out of town. Then he thinks of Stuttering Bill and the Jewish boy, Stan, who were boyfriend and boyfriend. He remembers when the Synagogue plastered the one, small, pride flag outside of its premises.

He remembered being jealous. His mom knew he was gay, but that didn’t mean she was entirely happy about it. Eddie had, though, threatened to leave make her life a misery and never love her again if she didn’t accept him.

He thought of Richie Tozier, who liked guy and girls and walked around with baggy band shirts and ripped jeans and bright red chucks and turned up, sometimes, with glitter on his glasses and was loud and reckless.

Eddie wondered what it would be like to be like that.

Richie was fucking pumped for lunch.

He hadn’t seen Eddie Kaspbrak all day, and he knew it would be weird as fuck when he did. He felt like he got the guy a whole lot more because, shit, they had ended up speaking for hours last night.

And Richie was pretty okay with saying he had been wrong about the dude.

Eddie Kaspbrak was funny. He was, aside from Bev, the first person to be able to shoot down Richie with a snappy comeback in seconds flat. He spoke to Richie about school, and his opinions on each of the people in their grade as Richie snorted into his Doritos packet until the early hours of the morning.

He told Bev this in their second period of the day, and she had peered at him and cracked a smile and said, ‘Holy shit. You fucking have a crush on him. On Eddie Kaspbrak. Pastel wearing,cutey Eddie Kaspbrak who had a fucking fanny-pack until he was fifteen’.

Richie remembered that. Honestly, that only showed what balls the smaller guy had. Plus, he ran a fucking 80′s music blog. How lit was that?

He tells Stan and Bill, who both share a look, hands intertwined, and shrug before nodding that, yes, they will eat lunch with Eddie Kaspbak and his friends. Bev shrugs and agrees also, because, hey, Mike would be there and Mike was pretty fucking swell, in her opinion.

‘His buddy Ben was practically drooling over me yesterday, though,’ she pipes up as the four of them wander through the crowded corridors toward the cafeteria. ‘It was actually kind of cute. Like, he wasn’t doing it in the way Bowers and his posse does, y’know?’

‘I get you,’ Richie clarifies. Because he knows what innocent drooling and creepy as fuck drooling looks like when it comes to males attention to Bev. He’s had to give enough creeps his Tozier glare enough times.

And then he sees him.

He and his friends, not-so-fat-anymore Ben and smiley Mike, are sitting on a round table near one of the large cafeteria windows. He’s wearing a bright yellow jumper and black shorts, and Richie can just about see a pair of white chucks under the table. He has a brown lunch bag in front of him, and he’s eating a white bread sandwich the crusts on.

And, what the fuck, why does Richie feel so weird and breathless?

‘There they are,’ Bev points out, swiping a loose red curl from her cheek as her bracelets jangle. She nudges Bill ad Stan to look in the right direction, and the two turn away from their quiet conversation with each other to look. Mike sees her, waves, and Bev waves back and starts for the table.

Then Eddie looks up and he sees Richie, and Richie grins his Tozier grin.

He’s rather delighted to see that Kaspbrak blushes.

They all sit down, and suddenly there’s seven of them at the table. Richie practically pushes Bill out of the way so that he can grab the seat next to Eddie, who gives him the side eye and chews his sandwich slowly, and Richie grins and nods and says, as the others greet each other and Bev and Mike talk across the table, ‘Hey, can I ask you something?’

Eddie looks stumped for a moment, but his brown eyes soon narrow and he swallows, and replies, ‘What?’

Richie grins, plonks his lunch on the table (Bill had brought in a spare sandwich for him) and says, ‘Do you want to talk about the 80′s?’

The glare that falls across Kaspbrak’s face his truly a sight, but only made better because of the pink flush that travels up his neck and to his cheeks. ‘You’re a fucking dickweed,’ Eddie grits out. ‘And you’re definitely a Trashmouth’.

Richie, in return, laughs.

It isn’t as awkward as Richie thought it might be, and he’s pretty fucking happy about that. Eddie’s friend Mike talks briefly to him, telling Richie he likes his Ghostbusters t-shirt, Bill doesn’t seem as shy about his stutter as he usually is around new people, Bev smiles to Ben, who sits next to her, and joins in a quiet conversation with him. Richie, as per-usual, has the whole table laughing with his one-liners and inappropriate jokes.

‘We should do something this weekend,’ Bev pipes up, as Stan has just finished reprimanding Richie when the latter threw his crust at the Jewish boy. ‘All seven of us’.

‘We normally hang out at the Q-Quary,’ Bill says, absentmindedly handing Stan a napkin. His boyfriend takes his and places it on the table and begins wiping away any mess. Richie notices, to his right, that Eddie watches the motion closely. ‘On Friday n-n-nights. You guys should come, tomorrow’.

‘Sounds fun!’ Ben nods, popping the lid of his lunch-box back on. Richie notices, with a sly smile, how he shoots a sideways glance to Bev, who’s chugging down her Diet Coke and watching something at the other end of the food hall.

Normal conversation ensues, and Richie turns to Eddie. He’s finished his lunch, and is instead flicking through his phone, dark lashes fluttering against his cheeks. ‘Whatcha doing there, Ed’s?’

Eddie doesn’t turn away form his phone. ‘I wish you wouldn’t call me that, Trashmouth’.

‘But it suits you so well!’ Richie points out, as Bev starts up a conversation about Mister Delly, the horrible Maths teachers. Richie knows what she’s doing. She’s giving him a moment to talk to Kaspbrak. ‘Because you’re just too cute, cute, cute!’

Eddie does look away from his phone then, gaze deadpan, and there’s a split second when he raises it slightly and Richie’s glasses practically slide off his face in shock. ‘Holy shit,’ he laughs, snatching Eddie’s phone was his grasp as the smaller boy yelps. ‘You have a fucking RuPaul phone case? And you say you’re not entirely out, yet?’

Eddie snatches his phone back and glares, a hot blush creeping across his cheeks. Richie’s pretty sure he’s fallen in love with this guys blush, which is a more than okay with him. ‘Shut up, Richie. Half the people in this town don’t even fucking know what it is, anyway’.

Richie peers at him and Eddie glares back. Suddenly, Richie grins and nudges the other boy in the side. ‘I’m only fucking with you. So, what, Sasha Velour your favourite?’

Eddie blinks before nodding slowly. He wets his lip and brushes a loose curl back into place.

Richie slopes back in his chair and nods, whilst chewing the side of his mouth. ‘Arty farty kinda guy then, are ya? See, mine is Adore Delano-’

Eddie blinks, and Richie can practically see him squash the smile edging onto his face.

‘Why does that literally not surprise me at all?’ Eddie shoots back, rolling his eyes. ‘Her catchphrases are fucking party and I’m a messy slut-’

‘Eddie!’ Richie gasps, drawing a hand to his chest. ‘Did you just call me a messy slut?’

‘What the fuck are you two talking about?’ Stan interrupts, and Richie turns with a grin to see the others are looking at him and Eddie curiously. ‘Richie, don’t ruin anymore innocent souls. You’ve already got to Bill, Bev and I’.

Bev laughs. ‘Honestly’. She looks at Mike, Ben and Eddie in turns. ‘Save yourselves whilst you can’.

‘You,’ Richie points out, raising a finger and slouching his chair. ‘Fucking suck, Marsh’.

It takes only fifteen seconds for the others to draw away form Eddie and Richie again, because there seems to be some kind of unsaid agreement amongst their friends to let the two talk, alone. ‘Hey, Ed’s’.

Eddie shoves his phone in his pocket and sighs. ‘For the last time, don’t call me-’

‘Are you going to go to the Quarry tomorrow then?’ Eddie clamps his mouth shut and looks at Richie Tozier, with his big mouth, messy hair and large eyes magnified by his glasses. ‘Because it would be pretty sick if you would’. Eddie blushes and nods and Richie grins. ‘Fuckin’-ey! Now, gimme you number, will ya?’

With that, he pulls out a battered iPhone 5C (in a bright pink with stickers on the back), as Eddie lowly reads out his number with a curious look on his face as he stares at the older boy.

‘Ah,’ Richie sighs, saving the number and shooting Eddie a quick text to let him know his own digits. ‘I should have got you to write it on my arm like they do in those old movies, shouldn’t I?’

‘No,’ Eddie says simply. ‘Because you might have got ink poisoning’. At that moment, the bell rings and they all sigh because, oddly, they had all been enjoying themselves far more than they thought they would. Each of the people at the table had come to lunch for Richie and Eddie’s benefit, but, somehow, they ended up feeling like seven of them together made perfect sense.

‘Righto, lads and lady!’ Richie practically shouts, clambering to his feet. Each person looks to him. ‘We all agreed on tomorrow night?’ Slowly, they all nod. Bev stares at him with a sly smile and gaze that twitches to the yellow jumper wearing Eddie Kaspbrak, who climbs slowly to his feet. ‘Splendid!’

They disperse, all of them half-knowing that their groups might have just gotten a little bit bigger.

That night, Eddie Kaspbrak crawls into bed at 9:07 PM after kissing his mother goodnight and taking his vitamins, when a beeping sounds from his phone. Decked out in his stripes pyjama bottoms and Mike’s oversized shirt he had left at Eddie’s weeks ago, he lays on his back in bed and reaches for his phone.

With a grin that he can’t help but allow to spread across his face, he rolls his eyes when he reads the text message, knowing full well what the butterflies in his stomach meant.

Richie ‘Trashmouth’ Tozier: that yellow jumper made you look like the sun today, you know

Richie ‘Trashmouth’ Tozier: you also better appreciate the fact that i just used a god damn comma in a text message, Eds

Across town, Richie Tozier sits on it window ledge with a cigarette hanging loosely from his mouth as he blinks down at his cracked phone screen. He grins wide when a message bubble slides onto the conversation.

Eds: One day with me and you’ve already grasped the concept of grammar. Within a week, you might actually be a fully functioning human being.

Richie ‘Trashmouth’ Tozier: aw eds you wanna spend another week with me? jesus stop flirting with me and go to bed will ya?

Eddie Kaspbrak all but blushes right down to his toes. He’s pretty sure he’s going to have murdered Richie Tozier by the end of next week.

#areyoureddiekids #tumblr au #reddie #richie x eddie #it (2017)#richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #part 2

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