#because of an audio bit I heard a while ago I just feel like he would actually find pickle rick hilarious

[nugget-of-terror]

Doodle based on post below from @hatingongodot and a doodle from @dancingacrossthemilkyway here

[lilousmustaches]

Always keep fighting

Warnings: Depressive and insecurity thoughts.

Notes: I was always afraid of naming one of my stories "Always keep fighting" because i used to think that it had to be perfect. I think this one earned it gracefully. You have my heart in it. Rewatching Supernatural 10 years after and all of it just making the same sense to me as when i was just a kid... gave me the confirmation that i'm always going to have where to come back to. Thank you.

Summary: A very meaningful intimate conversation with the one who helped you overcome your depression many years ago. Jared Padalecki.

Platonic!Jared Padalecki x Reader / Jensen Ackles x Reader

You breathed out tired, closing your eyes feeling the sun and a slight breeze hit your face. Billie Eilish’s voice was playing max in your AirPods isolating you from the noises around like that would give you some peace of mind. 

You were in the middle of filming a season of Supernatural and honestly your life was great. Expect it wasn’t. Well… it was really, nothing really bad was happening, you had an incredible job, amazing friends, amazing fans, there was no drama. But the stress was winning you over and you could feel yourself slowly drifting away into a dark place again, just like when you were younger and what looked like a innocent wave of sadness, turned into 3 years of anti depressives. You heard once that when you have depression one time, it never go away. Not completely. You live your life “sober”, but if you don’t watch it out, any trigger can throw you into the pit once more. 

But it was adult life right? How could you escape the stress of having to do a house moving, working really hard for too many hours, being rejected for a job that you really wanted, sleeping with a coworker who you were in love with and he disappearing after… Normal adult things. There wasn’t no time to cry about it while listening to Billie Eilish. 

You opened your eyes when felt a presence besides you, and you took of your AirPods when saw Jared installing himself near you, in the bench below a tree that was located in a quiet spot in the supernatural set. He wasn’t looking at you, he was looking straight ahead like everything was normal. 

“Hi Jar.” You said still a little confused but waiting to see what this was about. 

“Hi (Y/N)” He said simply still looking ahead. “What were you listening to?” 

“New Billie’s album.” You said with a little smile and Jared finally looking at you with an excited face, he was wearing his grey beanie and a white hoodie. 

“It’s so good right?” He said making you chuckle. 

“Yeah…” You answered frowning your eyebrows. “What are you doing here Jar? I thought you didn’t even had scenes today.” 

“Had some audio problems I had to solve for that forest scene.” He explained and turned his attention straight ahead again. “And thought it would be a good opportunity to check on you.” 

“Check on me?” You asked laughing a bit confused. “You see me practically everyday” 

“Yeah, that’s exactly why I knew we had to talk.” He said turning more serious and your heart started to sunk in your chest. “I know you (Y/N). For real.”

You sighed giving up on trying to hide, Jared was one of your best friends and you two always understood each other very well. That included noticing each other’s mood swings and knowing all about the other’s personal life’s. You stayed quiet for a few seconds before breathing out. 

“I didn’t get that part that I really wanted.” You admitted feeling almost ashamed of saying out loud, sensing a bitter taste in your mouth. It was the main role for an adaptation of a book that you loved, and you felt like you were the perfect person for it. Apparently not. 

“I’m sorry (Y/N), I know how excited you were.” He said quietly putting his arm around your shoulder to give a squeeze. “Did they tell you why?” 

“Nothing concrete.” You struggled. “Random excuses and pre written messages.” 

“That sucks.” He agreed and made a long pause. “But it was just another project, other ones will appear and besides… it would mess up your schedule with Supernatural!”

You rolled your eyes and looked at him with a little smile. 

“Jared we both know Supernatural is coming to an end. Everybody is moving on, thinking about what to do next. You’re already writing your project, hell, Jensen is in L.A right now signing contracts for The Boys.” You said and saw him struggling on what to say. He knew you were right. You entered the Supernatural cast many years ago and it was like a dream coming true. Your career got some much better, the working environment was everything you could ever ask for, you met your best friends and had incredible fans. Being a female character in the show, you didn’t think you would last that much. But you did and you were happy about it. But all the things in life get to a point when you start wanting more, and now, knowing that Supernatural has to end, you found yourself lost. Stagnated. Scared what would happen to your career after this. You were a few years younger than J2 and thought the industry would be open to welcome you, but wasn’t at all what was happening. 

“(Y/N) we still have, at least, one year before we will be really done with Supernatural. That gives you more than enough time to figure it out.” He said like it was obvious. 

“Jar, I know” You said with a sad smile looking at him. “All the rationalized things you were going to say to me, already crossed my mind. I know everything is technically ok. I’m just…” You stopped yourself sighing, gathering the courage to admit it. “I’m just sad.”  

Jared looked at you with a suffered expression and you saw for a split second a look of surprise in his face.

“I don’t want to seem ungrateful to the universe, God, or whatever there is out there.” You continued making him open a small smile. “I know I have time, I just moved to a better apartment, I should be thankful. But I’m just so sad. I don’t even know how to explain it.” 

“I understand it.” He said sincerely looking straight into your eyes, giving you all of his attention. “The guilt that comes with having everything great around you and feeling all of this. Believe me, I do.” Jared said and you knew what he was talking about. About his depressed phase that gave life to all of the campaigns. You two shared a lot of conversations in that period, specially because you had history as well.  “I noticed you were not acting like yourself these past days, I was waiting for you to come talk to me, like you always had.” 

You looked away again feeling a bit ashamed. 

“I didn’t feel like talking.” 

“(Y/N).” He said turning his body to face you, making you look at him again. “There’s nothing wrong with feeling like this. You were one of the people who helped the most when I was depressed. You remember what you would say? That it wasn’t my fault, it was just literally a chemical default in my brain. That’s what depression is. A sickness that affects our brains. You passed through a lot of stress these last weeks, it’s completely understandable the way you’re feeling.” Jared said serious squeezing your shoulder. You closed your eyes to stop yourself from crying.

“I just feel like I’m not enough.” You admitted and finally let one tear drop. Jared stayed in silence, making you open your eyes seeing him with a hard expression looking at you like he trying to read you.

“There is another reason why you’re feeling like this?” He asked and you looked down, wondering if you should tell him or not. 

“Hmm I kinda got ghosted?” You said and saw him raise an eyebrow. “Well, no. I know the guy is super busy right now, I don’t blame him. But there’s a little voice in my head telling that it was the perfect timing to get out of the situation and not give me further explanation that he in fact.. don’t want me that way.” 

“Are we talking about Jensen?” Jared asked in a funny way and laughed when saw your surprised face. “(Y/N), I’m sorry if you didn’t want me to know but he told me that you guys slept together after that night we were in his house…” 

“Yeah, I should have figured this out.” You said allowing yourself to chuckle, running your hand over your face. “So yeah, this finally happened…” 

“Finally!” He exclaimed happily trowing his hands in the air. 

You and Jensen were always unfinished business. When you entered the series, you were young, single and adventurous and it didn’t take long to start crushing on Jensen. Hard. The kind of crush you weren’t even functioning right when he was around. Looking at it right now, maybe it was in that moment that your bond with Jared started to grow, he was always your confident. But none of it mattered, because Jensen… wasn’t single. And eventually you got over it, it was never going to happen so why was the point of growing expectations. Until Jensen wasn’t in a relationship anymore, there were flirts here and there, what of course didn’t last long because you were already meeting someone. And for years and years it was like that, you were simply never single at the same time. When all of that changed some months ago, when the two of you ended long last relationships. But it was really two weeks before that it all turned very real. 

Flashback on

You had  just shooted the mid season finale and man, you were tired. Everyone was going to get 1 week away from filming, but that didn’t mean vacation days. You were in the middle of an, very overwhelming, apartment moving in Vancouver and in the end of the week, you had a trip planned to Chicago to participate in the first day of a Supernatural Convention. The boys were going to get a second week off to attend to more appointments, but the directors wanted you, Misha and other secondary characters to advance the maximum of scenes possible. 

To celebrate and just cool off for a while, Jensen invited you, Jared and Misha to eat some pizza and drink some beers in his place. In the next day, he and Misha were already going to travel to L.A and Jared to Austin, to see his family. 

“So it’s already late and I need some sleep before catching that plane.” Misha said getting up of the chair he was in. “Have a safe fight you guys, and (Y/N) see you on Friday?” He asked and you nodded giving him a small smile. He was going to be your pair to the Chicago Convention, and the two of you would come back together to Vancouver, not even crossing paths with J2 because there was going to attend just the third day of #SpnChicago.

“Yeah, actually I’m going to enjoy the lead and get going as well.” Jared said sighing getting up, slapping hands with Jensen and then turning to you. “You comin’ also?”  

You didn’t want to go actually. It has been ages since you last went out with them like that and it was the first time in days that you were able to get away from your problems. You looked at Jensen to see what the thought and caught he already looking at you, denying with his head. 

“Nah (Y/N), we still have that wine you gave me for my birthday to drink.” Jensen said getting up from the couch you were in, to open the door for the boys. “Stay as long as you want.”

“I think I’m to stay.” You agreed. “Have a safe fight guys.” 

With all of the goodbyes being said, Jensen closed the door of his apartment immediately disappearing into the kitchen. He came back with two glasses of red wine, extending one to you while he returned to his previous place, sitting with his whole body turned to you and you did the same.

“I can’t believe you still didn’t drink that.” You chuckled. 

“Well, of course not! It was your gift, nothing more fair than drinking it with you.” He said like it was obvious, extending his glass. “Cheers” 

Half bottle after, you both were already tipsy, laughing about everything and somehow, closer to each other than before. You spoke about the series, about the bittersweet feeling of it ending. About how excited he was for Soldier Boy and at the same time nervous. He listened to you speak about the role you were auditioning for and gave you his whole support. You even gossiped a little, about Misha’s divorce. After that, somehow the conversation got to the point of relationships and you both shared a lot of thoughts and insecurities about it. 

Jensen smiled when the conversation got to a pause, letting his hand fall to rest in your arm that was leaning in the sofa. You hold your breath when felt his thumb slowly starting to caress you and your belly suddenly got cold when he started to stare at you.

“I just can’t believe that we’re finally single at the same time.” Jensen chuckled in a hoarse voice. You bite your lip, resting your glass into the center table and saw him doing the same thing. 

“That makes a difference?” You challenged him seeing him grin. 

“You know it does, sweetheart.” He said putting a strand of hair behind your ear and you wondered if he could hear the sound of your heart beating. “I always knew you had a crush on me.” 

“I did not.” You said faking a false indignation and you both laughed. “I actually thought it was the other way around.” 

“Guilty.” He admitted making you gulp. “All of those years… us trying to move on from each other. And look at us now… single at our thirties, at the same place we would be in since the start if we weren’t so damn stubborns.” 

You stayed in silence for a few seconds, staring each other like you could see each other’s souls. His eyes were in a dark green filled with lust and when you saw his glance lowering to your lips, you knew you couldn’t take any more of that.

“Kiss me Jensen.” 

“You have no idea on how many years I’ve waited for you to say that.” 

And you didn’t had to ask twice.

XXxxXXXxxxXXXxxXX

You opened your eyes confused still in a dark room, and in a very comfortable bed. You glanced at your phone in the bedside table seeing it was already 12h. The memories from last night started to invade your mind, making you sit up in a rush and frown when you noticed that Jensen wasn’t there. 

Oh right, he had a flight to catch. 

Wearing one of his shirts and his flipflops you found next to his bed, you walked until the living room and saw in his dinning table, an order bag from your favorite bakery and a little post it. 

“Morning sweetheart, 

I’m sorry If I couldn’t wake up by your side today. My flight leaves 8:30 am and I didn’t want to bother you.

I ordered your favorites things from that French bakery you like, to compensate it.

Last night was amazing and I can’t wait to see you again. 

Make yourself at home, stay as long as you want.

-Jensen.” 

You suppressed a smile feeling like a damn teenager, with all of that butterflies in your belly. This really happened. You and Jensen. 

You laughed adjusting yourself in one of the chairs, you had a delicious breakfast waiting for you after all. 

Flashback Off

That day you woke up alone in Jensen’s house, you passed still a few hours there before going back to your reality. The keys weren’t really a problem cause he had an electronic lock. You send him a photo of you eating the breakfast, which he rapidity replied with an emoji of heart eyes. 

But of course, your mind needed to start sabotaging you. You knew Jensen wasn’t the type of guy to text a lot, and you weren’t teenagers with no responsibilities, you were both busy as fuck. But you would be lying if you said if you didn’t expect a little more. Not even seeing his face for 2 weeks after you had sex, gave you so much spare time to question yourself. 

Had he really liked? He was regretting it? He realized you were actually better as friends? Why he didn’t answer your meme? How your relationship would be when he got back from L.A?

“Look.” Jared started after you explained all of it to him. “Don’t beat yourself for feeling it, your feelings are valid and I can see where they are coming from.” 

“It’s true that he could have been more present, but we both know how Jensen is  when comes to answering messages.” Jared continued laughing humorless. “But c’mom (Y/N), it’s you and Jensen were talking about! The guy has been wanting you for years.” 

“I don’t know Jar.” You sighed. “It’s like my mind knows the rationalized facts but still chose to give me the wrong answers.” 

“Are you eating right?” He asked all of that sudden surprising you. 

“Yeah…” You started and huffed when saw his accusatory face. “Ok, maybe I’m skipping breakfast.” You admitted and rolled your eyes when he didn’t back down. “No, I’m not eating right. Are you happy?” 

“No!” He cried. “You’re under stress, you’re isolating yourself, a lot of things are happening in the same time, you’re not eating right, you’re not exercising. You’re going running with me tomorrow by the way.” 

“Jared you know I hate running” You said indignant.

“I don’t care.” He cut you off. “What I’m trying to say is that you and me both… (Y/N) we have to look out for ourselves, you know that. I don’t think you’re depressed again but I think you’re in the edge of it.” Jared said making you shiver. You thought about it, damn you thought you already were. But hearing it from your best friend’s mouth, who always went to hell and back to help you, was rough. Really rough. 

“I…” You started slowly afraid of the words that was going to come back out of your mouth. “I would never forgive myself if I let me go back to that dark hole I was 10 years ago.” 

“Then don’t.” Jared struggled like it was the point of the whole conversation until now. “Can you imagine all the things you would have missed if you gave up by the first wave of depression? Young (Y/N) would have not believe she would sleep with Jensen Ackles.” He said mocking you to lighten up the mood a little bit and you allowed yourself to laugh even if was pretty hard listening to all of that. 

“Call your therapist. I’m going to ask to the producers to give you one more week off.” He continued and you open your mouth ready to argue with that nonsense. “Don’t argue with me on that one. You already have tons of advanced scenes, you need time to rest. And… stop taking life so serious honey, you have time, you’re going to figure out ok? Let yourself be surprised by it.” 

Jared said searching your eyes and saw you nodding slowly. He pulled you for a tight hug resting his head on top of yours. Your eyes were closed and for the first time in a week, you breathed out feeling calmer. Not even Billie Eilish accomplished this. 

“What do we do?” He asked in a slash joking slash serious tone, speaking like you were a little child. 

“We always keep fighting?” You said a little unsure and felt his chest vibrate when he started to laugh. 

“That’s my girl.” Jared said tightening the hug before backing away. “I love you.” 

“I love you too moose.” You said with a small smile feeling a lot better. “Thank you.” 

“I’m always here.” He said getting up. “I need to go back now.” 

You nodded and when you were in the point of putting back your AirPods, he stopped, some steps away from the bench you were. 

“Oh… and (Y/N). Jensen already arrived from L.A” He smiled. “Let life surprise you.” 

You denied with your head letting a small laugh escape from your lips, when you were reliving all of this conversation. One thing that Jared said was completely right, young (Y/N) would have been so proud and surprised by your accomplishments. You survived. This was an everyday motive to be proud already. Your thoughts were interrupted when the screen of your phone lighted up with a notification. 

“Hey sweetheart… I’m finally back in Vancouver and dying to see you. There is so much I want to tell you. And so much I wanna do to you… 

What do you say about going to that Italian restaurant at 20h? I will pick you up. 

Always yours,

Jensen.” 

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[xoxovalrea]

Ifhy. Fugishiro m. + !fem reader

🎀Based on this audio🎀

༊*·˚ Warnings-  hatefuck-ish, rude words, alcohol use, mentions of weed, dom megumi, sub reader, smut

༊*·˚ A/n: pretend megumi is gojos bsf cus this isn’t like yuji😇☺️

༊*·˚ Sypno: You’re at a party you came for one sole reason, your crush. Just to find out he has a gf. Butt things work out in the end.

⋆·˚ ༘ * MINORS DNI🕊️ ⋆·˚ ༘ *

You liked gojo for a while. A while as in one whole college semester and two weeks during the summer. To back track you gave up on him after a party a specific party at that was of course hosted by the man himself Gojo and his dick of a best friend megumi. You three were friends you and megumi were even in the same classes but there was always this tension between you guys.

Anyways, your bestie nobara heard about a party gojo is hosting. Of course being the best friend ever she encourages you to go because “he might see how hot you are and tap that i would too honestly” you hit her and you both laughed in response. 

Fast forwarding to the night of the party, you took a nap because shit you were fucking tired from all the beach trips you did previously throughout the week. You woke up two hours prior which was NOT enough time to get ready but who the hell shows up for a party the time it starts? You hopped in the shower cleaning off all the crusties and musties you had. You of course shaved EVERYTHING just in case Nobara was right. But you had a feeling the night would not go as planned. 

There wasn’t really a theme but you knew it was a typical house party. So you threw on a black halter top and a beige mini skirt you didn’t really care about with some black shoes. You sprayed some type of sweet smelling perfume on and called nobara.

“Bitch pick up“ you looked at the ringing facetime call. She finally answered looking like she was driving. “Heyyy you look cutee girlie” she smiled at you. “Thank you pooka what the fuck should i do to my hair pony with a side part or down with a side part” she nodded and held up a 1. You quickly did your hair and headed out of your apartment complex and saw nobara’s white honda civic in front of the place. 

“Hi my fav girl” you said as you entered her car. She was putting on some sort of lipgloss. She basically had on the same thing as you but with tan pants total copy cat.  “Soo have you even been talking to satoru.” She questioned as she started heading to the party. “Yea a bit he is just so damn hard to talk to like just a few weeks ago he texted so much and now im unadded on everything” She looked at you with disappointment in her eyes knowing you’re gonna spend this whole party sulking over him. Funny thing is you definitely didn’t well for the record you didn’t cry at all but you got upset and other things but for the record you didn’t cry

See what you didn’t know is megumi liked you and hated the fact that you were wrapped all around Satoru’s finger. He hated the fact that you would stare off at him and just blank out everytime you, him, and satoru hung out. He purposely let gojo fall inlove with another girl and he would casually just let gojo ghost you. He went as far as to even setting gojo up on a date just so he couldn’t have you. He wanted you to forget about him in more than one way.

Anyways, nobara just nodded and said “maybe you should try his bestfriend he’s pretty cute” you looked at her like she was crazy “oh he HATES my fucking guts nobara. he wants me dead like the stares he gives me are the worst” you whine she shrugs her shoulders and adds  “well maybe megs wants to rearrange them you know its always the quiet ones” she giggles as you punch her shoulder and blush. You guys arrive to the party at around 9:30 ish As soon as you step into the house the thick sent of weed engulfs your lungs. Yea you smoked every 5 months but that smell could be the worst but the best at the same time.

You see nobara walk off leaving you all alone. “Well just say fuck me huh” you mutter to yourself trying to find the kitchen. You see megumi pouring himself a drink a simple one at that rum and coke. “excuse me” you say pushing past him to get a cup and some pink Whitney and a sprite . He looked you up and down rolling his eyes and scoffing “all dressed up huh“ he says taking a sip of his drink. You finish pouring your drink, “yea i guess“ you laugh “well you look like a slut” he chuckles trying to insult you “you must like sluts“ you reply as you walk off to find nobara. Feeling his eyes piercing through your skull. Yea megumi was cute but his attitude was fucking terrible. 

As you walk around you see gojo kissing a girl. You felt every bone in your body twitch with not with hate just sadness. Being honest you only liked his attention he was cute but his attention was amazing. The playful texts the calls everything it was amazing. You felt a tear run down your face and you walked upstairs towards the bathroom bumping into megumi who scowled at you.

You gained your composure after a solid 5 minutes of standing in the mirror with a burning throat feeling you couldn’t even cry. You sat on the stairs scowling and pouting at gojo and his new girlfriend. She was beautiful really really beautiful. You were snapped out of your thoughts when someone pushed you. It was megumi standing infront of you. 

“Enjoying the view?” Megumi questions as he laughs. “Go to hell” you say looking up at him pouting. “Already there” you roll your eyes as he sits down next to you. “the outfit didnt work huh?” He pouts at you as you shift over. “You know you could probably fuck anyone here but your too focused on gojos dick” you roll your eyes again trying not to curse megumi out “you wanna bet?” You say out of confidence. “Oh you’d lose in an instant”

You remember what nobara said and sigh. You grab megumi’s hoodie and straddle his lap seeing his face tint pink. “Are you fucking crazy” you roll your eyes as if he isnt getting rock hard under you right now. “Your not even pushing me off dont deny it now” you laugh looking into his low glossy eyes. “Well fuck kiss me.” He says you hesitate a little looking at gojo who obviously isnt paying any mind to yall. You kiss him gently holding his face. You feel him get harder by the second as you grind on his lap trying to get some friction.

Megumi snakes his hands around your waist. He sighs a bit as he deepens the kiss and carries you into gojos room.  He quickly opens and shuts the door pushing you against the wall kissing you harder. He hooked his hands under your bra cupping your breasts.

“You’re such a slut you know that right?” You gasp in response as he pinches your nipples. You think about how wrong this is especially fucking Gojos best friend in his room. You snap out of your thoughts from the feeling of being picked up megumi still dominating your mouth as he sits you on the bed. “Come on baby open that pretty mouth let me fuck it” he unzips his pants pulling them down along with his underwear. Revealing his pale colored dick suprizingly he was pretty big. He shoved his length in your mouth making you gag violently. He groaned loudly as he slowly thrusted in your mouth picking up pace by the second.

“So fucking wet and warm” he growled as he fucked your throat at this point he should be in your lungs because you can barely breathe with his length. “Look at me pretty girl” he said as he held your face you looked at him with cock drunk eyes and spit running down your chin. He rolled his eyes and took his cock out of your mouth. “lay down and spread your legs” he ripped your skirt off examined the wet spot on your panties and whispered a low fuck. Yes you hated megumi but fuck it felt so good to see a man look at your body like a starved animal. He kissed up and down your thighs leaving small marks, finally he slid your panties off revealing your arousal and pocketed them. He kissed the soft fleash of your pussy then licked a long stripe from your hole to your clit. You shivered at the sensation after a long minute of licking he finally sucked your clit making your hand jolt to his hair.

You arched and moaned as megumi ate you out. Really his tounge was skilled the muscle knew every spot inside and out of your body. “More” you uttered out in pleasure and he added two fingers in. You gripped his hair tightly from the sudden stretch he growled as you tightened around him. His fingers hit every spot you couldn’t its like you hated him for making you feel this good but at the same time you loved every second of it. You didn’t realize how this whole time he was watching expressions until he spoke “no come on baby look at me look at me and cum all over my face” you opened your eyes as your orgasm suddenly began building up you were seconds from coming eyes tearing up body shaking you came all over his fingers he lapped up your sweet liquids and came up to kiss your neck.

“Surprisingly you taste really fucking good” you scoffed at him he chuckled and slapped your ass harshly “Say thank you” you rolled your eyes “for what? Gojo’s probably better” you knew what you were doing you’re making him jealous it really fucked him up seriously. He looked at you like you were fucking stupid “Take it back” you laughed repeating what you said “really okay” he kissed you roughly biting your lip making it bleed breaking the kiss then flipping you into doggy style pushing your head into gojos pillows slapping your ass harshly multiple times then slapping his dick on your pussy. He slid it in quickly thrusting in giving you no time to adjust. Your eyes were rolling back head foggy not even 10 minutes in thats how good his dick was. You tried not to moan loud but megumi didn’t like it he grabbed your neck and yanked your head back to look at him. “Come on moan like the slut you are” you had no choice really you moaned his name loud enough for the whole house to hear luckily the music was up extremely loud. “Megumi fuck too big I can’t-“ he shoved your head back into the pillows he hated the word ‘can’t’ it just wasn’t in his vocabulary.

“Fuck megumi please im sorry” you dont know how many orgasms or how many positions megumi put you in but you know he wasnt even close to cumming and you guys ended up on the floor. “No no you want gojo right dont even think about moaning my name slut.” He smacked your ass harshly as he twitched inside of you as you came again. “Sorry ‘m so so sorry” you say slurred he laughs as he watches your make up run down your hot cheeks biting your shoulders again “awhh you want my cum baby? Or you want gojo to fill you up?” You shake your head no violently he doesn’t take this as an answer and slaps your ass four times making you scream. “Please you i want only you please cum in me please” you moan as he rubs your clit violently groaning and picking up his speed as be finally climaxes inside of you. “Fuckk baby you feel so fucking good” he shutters as he pulls out putting his cum back in with his fingers. Fingering you slowly to your last climax. You arch your back and cry his name as you squirt all over his fingers with a slight shake as you slowly fall asleep.

He picks you up off the floor and places you on the bed seeing you fall asleep. He laughs and puts on his clothes and dresses you carrying your sleeping body over his shoulders down the stairs letting gojo and nobara you guys are leaving. You woke up in the morning groggy and sore from last nights events, you felt a hand pull you in closer as you tried to get away. “Stop fucking moving” you rolled your eyes but obliged when the not so mysterious man behind you kissed your neck. “Megumi stop” you rolled over and kissed his lips softly as he looked at you with sleepy eyes arms still wrapped around your waist. He buried himself in your breasts and fell back asleep you did the did same resting your chin in his hair.

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      THE END💗

 This may be the last jjk fanfic I write as of rn😭 i gotta move on. Bye lovessss💗💗💗

[crazychaoticizzy]

I Wanna Ruin Our Friendship Part 2

feat. Levi, Erwin, Hange, Reiner

Part 1

Continuation of that one trend that was popular forever ago because why not

WARNINGS: fluffy, Hange is written with they/them pronouns

Word Count: 683

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He will literally just stare at you with a straight face

Let’s be real he probably doesn’t care (I’M SORRY-)

And it ends and there’s no more audio and your phone is still recording as you just kind of stare back at him

You hold intense eye contact for what feels like literal hours before you grab your phone from the kitchen counter and stop

You awkwardly apologize and play it off as wanting to do a funny video before running off to the bathroom and beating yourself up over this

When you finally calm down you walk out and tell Levi that your roommate called and they need help with something

He most likely will never bring it up again and if/when one of you ask the other out. he’s gonna pretend that’s the first time anything feeling related had been done

But in theory if he does care, don’t be surprised when the next day there’s flowers on your counter that your roommate brought in

Theres a handwritten note hidden in the blossoms that has the kind beautiful poetic writing that people dream of getting (he asked Hange what to write and they found something on Pinterest)

It practically summed up that he would like to be more than friends as well, and asked you out to dinner

Of course, it was fron Levi

And of course you accepted his dinner date

ERWIN SMITH

He had zero clue what you’re doing

Honestly I don’t even think he noticed cause he was working on paperwork or something

He probably heard the sound but didn’t register it and just said “Y/n, I’m working”

It’s a lesson to not bother him while he’s working and actually talk to him when you have his attention 💀

So the trend didn’t work but hey you actually talked to him about it later!

And hey he probably returns those feelings and starts slacking off a tiny bit for you 🤷🏻‍♀️

But yes afterwards you actually confess to him and he is appalled

But he does like you back and so he kisses your hand and asks you out like the gentleman he is

HANGE ZOË

Hange was actually escatic

Like jumping off the walls escatic

Y’all were on a walk in the park and you suddenly stopped and told them you wanted to film a cute video because the scenery was nice

They were kind of confused at first but then the sound played more and they jumped up and wrapped their arms around you so tight you swear you saw Jesus for a moment

They gave you a big, sloppy smooch so close to your mouth they almost kissed your lips

And then they kind of lifted you off the ground and yelled that they like you, too

You got some weird looks but it doesn’t matter because they kissed your cheek again and said “you’re my significant other now” with the cheekiest smile it was so cute

And y’all turned your walk into a cute date and lived happily ever after

REINER BRAUN

You guys were making pumpkin bread (mostly because I’m craving that right now but that’s unimportant)

You literally got your phone out while you were stirring the batter and started to set it up

“What are you doing?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

And then you told him immediately after you wanted to make a tiktok and he just let you

He was listening to the sound in case it was one of those traps where you played the pornhub theme to get his reaction

And he watched as you set it up directly in front of where he was making the sugar topping for the loaf

A smile crossed his face when he recognized the audio and he glanced down at you when you wrapped your arms around him

He brushed the sugar off his fingers and put his hand under your chin, tilting your head up

You were immediately flustered and almost regretted doing it because oh my god-

And then he kissed you

Right on camera

[chaotic-mystery]

Traitor | J.M.

Pairing: no outbreak!Joel Miller x reader!

Summary: This was a request I had received by @livingdeadmaria awhile ago and I finally got out of my funk to write! It’s based on the song Traitor by Olivia Rodrigo.

Word count: 1.3K || Warnings: angst. Angst and drinking and more angst. || notif blog for updates ||

You cleared your voice and took a deep breath, preparing for whatever was about to fall out of your mouth while the phone rang on the other end. Two rings and it went to voicemail but that didn’t surprise you. “Hey…I um… I know it’s late but I had to get some stuff off my chest. You always said I could call..if I needed you.” You sat in silence for a few seconds before you fiddled with your finger against your leg, questioning if you should even say anything. “D-do you remember how you used to read me sections of your book so I’d fall asleep faster because you said something about how sleep is important and I need it for my brain to stay sharp? Not sleeping so great these days to be honest with you..I remember you’d call me sweet pea and tell me to get comfy, it’s a long chapter. So I’d tuck myself next to you and you’d read for hours, even after I was asleep.” Your voice faded on the last bit of the sentence, your hand that was tucked into your coat pocket twirling a loose thread.

“I tried one of those audio books of some story to help me sleep but it didn’t work, she didn’t give the story enough of a monotone like you did. So then I tried music to help me fall asleep. I found out I love piano covers of songs. There’s one song though that could never be covered and that would be the one you showed me-” your voice cracked a little, the sting hitting your throat. “And I Love You So by Perry Como. That’s a good one to sleep to…has a lot of memories tied to it.”

The wind nipped at the tip of your nose and you sighed lightly, the puff of air disappearing in front of you. He showed you that song on the old radio he had tucked away in a shelf in his living room after you looked over his music collection he built over the years. He grabbed your hands and begged you to dance with him just until the song was over. As the short memory faded back into your mind and you were in the present, you stood up from the bench and finally walked inside your home. Taking off your coat and boots while your phone still squished against your cheek, you sniffled slightly.

“I heard that song today for the first time in a few weeks and it made me think of you. Took it as a sign to reach out. But then…I uh-” Hesitation overcame your voice before you continued.

“I saw you downtown earlier. Finally went to that winter festival thing they put on every year, the one I used to beg you to go with me to. Man, that was like pulling teeth with you, Joel.” It was. He said the lights and all the cheerful faces and overpriced hot chocolate wasn’t his thing. Of course you wanted to go anyway and you did go, alone.

“I was going to come up and tell you hi, see how you were…but then I noticed you with someone. Funny enough she looked like the one person you said you’d never date.” Your breath hitched and you made your way to the fridge to grab that bottle of wine you bought earlier to pour yourself a glass. You chugged down the first one and poured a second one before continuing the one sided conversation. The anger started to build up inside of you once more, completely taking over the good memories you had with him.

“I begged for you to tell me you had feelings for her, Joel. You always swore to me you didn’t, that I was paranoid for caring so much. Were you lying to me all those times I asked you anything about her? You didn’t even want to hold my hand in front of her towards the end of our relationship…why is that? I never said a word about what I actually thought was going on, just so you’d stay. I thought maybe, just maybe, if I played stupid you'd be happy with that and still stick with me. I loved you through everything, including your worst. Remember when you were terrified of me seeing you at your worst and you thought I’d leave? Never once did I do that, Joel. I stayed through all the bullshit you put me through, tried to help you be the best version of yourself that you could be. I showed you what love was again. You were the one who told me you couldn’t fall for someone after Sarah’s mom left and yet I stuck around. For you and for Sarah. You left me during my worst. Was I that shitty of a person to you that you didn't care about my feelings at all and thought the best thing to do would be to leave in the middle of the night after a fight?"

“Baby cmon I told you nothin’ is going on. She’s just a friend from years ago, I never had those feelings for her.” Joel followed you into your bedroom as you started to pack your stuff in a duffle bag, cleaning out the drawer he gave you in his dresser. “Baby, stop…just listen to me.” His hands grabbed your wrists and shook the clothes from your clutch, pulling you into his chest. Warm tears fell against his shirt and you broke down finally. All the pent up anger and sadness you had spilled onto the fabric against your cheek while Joel’s hand smoothed over your hair. “You’re my girl, okay? What can I do to make you trust me that she’s just a friend?” “Tell me you’ll never date her if we ever break up. I need to hear you say it.” The idea flopped out of your mouth before thinking it over but it was already out and in his ears. Joel just nodded and gave you a soft smile. “You have my word, I won’t date her if we break up. Which we won’t.” He kissed the top of your head and hugged you once more, his words still feeling a little empty.

That was a month before he broke up with you.

You downed the rest of the glass of wine and sighed, wiping the tears away from your cheeks. “I wish you would’ve thought this through before letting me fall in love with you, Joel. I really do. You betrayed me. You told me-” You choked out a sob and swallowed hard, “you told me you wouldn’t date her and you lied to me. How could you do this to me? Joel..we were together for two years and you left me when the going got tough…you ran right to her. Did anything we did matter to you?” With the tears clouding your vision, you squeezed your eyes shut and shook your head. “I hope you feel good about yourself, I really do. While she’s sleeping in the bed we made, I hope you replay this voicemail in your head and remember everything I said. I wish you’d call me after this to try to apologize for hurting me even more but I know you won’t. You’ll never be sorry for hurting me this bad and I think that’s what kills me so much. I know how kind you can be but it seems I’m not lucky enough to get that anymore. Thank you so much for making this heartbreak so much easier to get over. Just know that I always loved you and I would’ve never hurt you like this, you fucking traitor.” — Joel’s POV

He sighed and looked at the phone screen, the voicemail ending and the screen dimming out. His girlfriend woke up behind him in bed, rolled over and hooked her arm into his, “What’re you doing baby?” She asked tiredly but didn’t sit up to see his phone. Joel coughed and took a deep sigh before deleting the voicemail from his phone.

“Nothin’ sweet pea. Go back to sleep.”

[azulera]

Hello TikTok

Pairing: Marcus Rashford x Black Reader

Summary: Marcus joins TikTok, and you share your thoughts on his first post.

Notes: I wrote this a while ago and it was inspired by the first vid he posted on tiktok which I laughed at for days. He is such a dork (I'm in l*ve with him)

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The sudden notification to your phone was unexpected, not because of the app it came from, but because Marcus’ name was attached to it. Settling deeper into the corner of the couch, you opened the link to the TikTok video and let it play.

The background was dark, and the footage was slightly grainy, but clearly showed Marcus in a black hoodie, kicking about in a nondescript patch of grass. There was a row of streetlamps behind him, but no eye-catching edits, background music or even TikTok sounds underlying the recording, only the rubbery whack of the ball against his trainers as he bounced it off them and up in the air. After a few moments, the ball flew from his feet and clattered into the camera.

“Yes, everyone— Marcus Rashford, here.” He suddenly spoke, the phone now in his hand and the camera focused on his face. The cheery, formal tone of his voice mismatched with the dark setting.

“And I am on TikTok.”

The video slowed to a stop with his face still in the frame, and the abrupt ending forced a burst of laughter through your lips. Was that all?

You played the video once more, raising the volume and screen brightness to make sure you’d seen and heard everything. The kick-ups could have been anyone’s suggestion, you thought on the second viewing, but the less-than-perfect lighting and straightforward script had your boyfriend written all over it. Still, you had many, many questions.

“Marcus, when did you post this?”

“Post what?”

He walked in the living room from the kitchen with a protein bar in hand, before plopping down onto the couch. He stretched his long frame out over yours, fitting the curve of your hip into his hand.

“This,” You said, flipping your phone screen for him to see his own face reflected back at him. He smiled softly.

“Oh, the TikTok? Just a minute ago. Go on and like it, though, repost it.” He grabbed for your phone, but you pulled it away, watching the video over again. On the screen, and in real life, you could see how proud he was of his creation.

“And you came up with the idea, then? Knocking the phone over with the ball?”

“Well, yeah. Why?”

“I’m just curious. It’s …” You bit down on your lip. The audio of the video continued playing from your phone in a loop. “You didn’t want to run it by anyone first? Even just me, or like, one of your video editing people?”

His eyebrows furrowed.

“What do you mean? I did run it by my team and them first, before I posted it.”

“And what did they say?”

“They thought it was cool. And funny, like. Wait - why’re you laughin?”

Your body shook lightly where Marcus held it, and you covered your mouth to spare his feelings, and mute the sound. He lifted his head up from your chest, unsure that the two of you were laughing for the same reasons.

“It is cool, innit? Don’t you think it’s cool?”

Words were impossible for a few moments, with your shoulders still vibrating with giggles and breath all but gone.

“You couldn’t have added a song at least?” You asked when air returned to your lungs. “Or some kind of audio, it’s dead silent in the back. And why did you end it like that? You could’ve done an outro or something.”

“But it didn’t need all of that, did it? It were supposed to be a short little thing—“

“Also what is ‘Yes, everyone?’” You continued. Marcus huffed and tried to leave the couch, but you held him close, still laughing as you did. “What are you saying yes to? And the camera angle is giving me uncle, grandpa energy, I can’t even–”

“Okay, okay! Low it.” Marcus sucked his teeth and set his jaw, raising on his forearms above you. “S’not that funny. I mean, it is but, not how you mean. I still rate it. It’s cool.”

He spoke like he meant to convince himself. You stared up at him for a minute, taking in the small rut creasing his forehead, and the near pout on his lips. The video was hilarious, there was no point denying it, but it was so innocent, earnest and slightly dorky – all things you loved about him – and he really was so pleased with his work. Even if your abdomen cramped from laughing, you would never have him change.

“You know what, baby? You’re right. The video is cool.” You pushed your face into his shoulder to try and quell the amusement still threatening to bubble over. “You are so cool. And so funny. Super cool and funny. ”

“Plus, it’s harder than it looks, you know. Aiming the ball like that.” He let his head fall back down to your chest. “And I did it one try.”

“Shhh, I know it is, I know. You are so talented. Come here.” He turned his head away from the half-laugh, half-kisses you attempted to press against his neck, but it only made you try harder.

“It’ll be viral by tomorrow.” He finally grumbled, tossing your phone onto the coffee table and allowing himself to be kissed. Soon he spread his arms to resume the previous cuddle. “You’ll see.”

[transformers-platonic]

Can you make a story where tfp Ultra Magnus had a mental breakdown because of his PTSD from the war and Optimus just there to comfort him as a older brother figure? Thank you.

-Sorry for the slow reply, I did like the request. This is a lot more serious than what I normally write so I apologize if this isn’t my best work. For any readers who would be triggered by mentions of PTSD in writing, please be aware the story has it.-

Ultra Magnus was sitting in the base. It was quiet, the quiet both unnerved him and made him feel calm. He heard the sound of the base’s door opening and jumped, relaxing only when he saw recognized the familiar sound of Bumblebee, Arcee and Bulkhead entering the base, no doubt with the three humans who frequented the base.

He shifted uncomfortably, the humans tended to bring noise with them. He shut his optics, “I can’t deal with the noise, not today.” He thought to himself with a slight tremble.

Deciding he would feel safer in his room, he stayed while he heard the children talking excitedly with the others. He took deep breaths in order to try to calm himself down.

Things were going well until he heard some squeeling noise. His mind suddenly went to one of the last battles on Cybertron. That sound, he heard it all over the battlefield as those he fought alongside as brothers were torn apart. The squeeling of the metal of his friends. He didn’t even think about his next actions, the next thing he knew was he was rushing out of the base quickly. The confused look of the others didn’t even register for him.

He drove out of the base quickly and as he drove he didn’t register the rules of the road. Hours later, he found himself in a deserted area with no knowledge of how he ended up there or how to return to base. He didn’t wish to show weakness by calling the others to ask for directions but knew he would need to head back.

The fact he was lost only escalated his fear and he felt like his spark was burning as the idea of being lost began to crowd his senses.

“Ultra Magnus.” Optimus said gently as he found him, “Are you alright.”

Ultra Magnus paused, he wanted to say everything was fine but he couldn’t bring himself to lie to his commander. “No, I must admit that I am not and I understand if you request I leave the team for my display.”

“No one is angry that you reacted that way, I simply reached out as I was concerned as a friend.” Optimus said.

“The squeeling noise I heard, it reminded me too much of a battlefield.” Ultra Magnus confessed.

“I understand and I can ask the others to be careful about it. The noise was Miko and Rafael testing a new computer audio program and it malfuctioned.” Optimus said.

Ultra Magnus looked away in shame.

“It is understandable why it brought those memories and you have done nothing wrong, I simply wanted to let you know that in this case there was no danger.” Optimus said to him.

Ultra Magnus nodded.

“Would you wish to head back to base?” Optimus asked.

Embarrassment filled Ultra Magnus again. “I must confess, I failed to pay attention to where I was and lost my way.” He confessed.

“I will return with you and we can sit on the roof of the base, it is a known area for those in the base who wish for quiet.” Optimus said.

Ultra Magnus, smiled at that. “Thank you sir.” He said.

They drove to the base and sat on the rooftop quietly.

“Would you like company?” Optimus asked.

Ultra Magnus managed to let out a nod.

The two of them sat in silence for some time.

“I always thought if I could just follow all the regulations, I would be fine; that I could avoid feeling like this.” Ultra Magnus confessed after a bit.

“I understand.” Optimus replied. “However you do not have to face these feelings alone. May I ask how long you have been struggling with it?”

“Since I arrived but it was manageable until a few days ago. I’m sorry sir, I don’t know why I failed to manage it.” Ultra Magnus replied.

“You have nothing to apologize for.” Optimus replied kindly. “It is normal to struggle with these feelings and rely on each other.”

Ultra Magnus said nothing at that.

The two of them spent hours sitting in silence.

“Thank you.” Ultra Magnus finally said after a few moments.

“Anytime.” Optimus said.

[penny-the-pissed-poltergeist]

RWBY volume 2 finale rewatch thoughts, Critical AKA RWDE content ahead.

.Jaune has good taste in very dumb dubstep, I'll give him that

.NPR: RWBY are good at their jobs, what's the worst that coul-"Air raid sirens" OH GOD DAMNIT

.Ren being concerned about his team abandoning a village is foreshadowing for his and Nora's backstories I didn't expect to find here

.Ruby is "useless without her weapon" but she uses kicks rather effectively, also nice Haloid/Matrix reference

.Weiss makes a sword out of Dust before she even gets the knight summon, tell me why they needed to throw those bootleg shin-megami-tensei demons on her moveset at all?

.Jaune wins by the swordplay equivalent to spamming the A button

.Oh god the Junior detectives bit. You are in the middle of a war zone this isn't funny and kills the tone. At least we aren't at the point where Sun is nothing but unfunny jokes but this is the start of that.

.Ruby Saluting the Atlus military and then said Military being just as useful against Grimm feel so antithetical to what a lot of An//ti-Rwdes keep spewing

.Cinder why are in your Villain dress? Also Emerald ass shot no one needed.

.Why does Emerald just a have a better version of Ren's weapon?

.UGHHH team CFVY are overrated as fuck, they basically steal the finale from the characters we actually give a shit about, their theme song while not being bad is just a audio embodyment of trying to hard, and they are built up like such a big deal only to job to the villains, have Velvet get her one cool scene later, and then never be relevant again for like 7+ years outside of books I've heard nothing but bad things about.

.The aura expansion/explosion thing Fox does is cool though, at least. Wait Ren also did a move like that once, why doesn't anyone ever use that move again?

.That is giant ass Beowolf holy shit. also you can really tell a 2010's gamer bro wrote that clothing store line.

."You spent all semester building that up" Coco people are in danger, let her fight you fashion fascist...

.Yeah if you didn't already know, Coco is based on the IRL fashion designer Coco Channel who turned out to be a Nazi, like Nazi party Nazi not neo nazi shit, this was that long ago. I want to give them the benefit of the doubt but this was not common info at the time but you could find it and RT was known to be very edgy and outright offensive (just look up some shit they were saying on internet box) and the leader of a team made up mostly of minorities being lead by a Nazi sounds like a joke they might make, and Coco has some WWII influences in her design, and her being confirmed as lesbian later sounds like it could be a play on the "nazis are secretly gay" thing and... Just please tell me this was unintentional, I don't want to think about this anymore.

.Coco also destroys any hope the Grimm being a threat have, why do they become like.. rubble?

.You can really tell the animation was either running out of budget or was rushed or both in this episode

."Yay we all did it, even though team CVFY did 90% of the work"

.How is there still 7 minutes of episode left?

.Blake says multiple people are behind bars so I am going to believe most of those WF members didn't die, Banesaw lives godamnit

.Zwei mimicking Yang is really cute

."We have no idea what happening, let's go take a nap"

.They try to paint the council as unreasonable for putting Ironwood the charge but he just helped the Kingdom defend itself and we all know how much negativity sports can cause, IRL sports riots are a thing.

.Council are not in the wrong at all for questioning Ozpin, bro is letting the leader of another kingdom in on the truth but not his own?

.Those cells look really cramped, that's a little messed up

.Roman's dialog is fucking gold, I don't much else to say about it

.How is today a success Cinder? Your plan went off early and was stopped

.ADAM... yeah that's it

.Ah the Raven scene, the one that retconed into a fucking dream because no one had any idea what Monty was trying to do with Raven and he died before anyone could learn, it's just fucking sad

[fandomcaseymix]

A Mech Or A Monster?

Author's note: well, another oneshot for @sugarand-everythingnice's AU. I got really inspired when I listened to 'A Man or A Monster' by Sam Tinnesz. I just thought it fits in perfectly for the story.

Have fun reading!

Summary: Wheeljack reflects on his current state while the team tries to help him feel welcomed again.

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When you close your eyes, what do you see?

Wheeljack shuddered awake again. He opened his sleepy optics a bit and glanced around the room, blinking a couple of times. His overly amplified audios were straining to listen to the surroundings, trying to catch something. A few minutes passed, and the Wrecker, noticing nothing suspicious, closed his optics, intending to go into recharge.

Wheeljack has lost count of how many times he has slipped out of the real world into the dreamland. Every time everything happened according to the same pattern: he was asleep, he heard something or so it seemed to him, he woke up, he listened to the sounds, he fell asleep and woke up again. The white mech was so tired of these three times cursed instincts that he was ready to give up. Well, his natural stubbornness and pride did not allow him to do it. The Wrecker wanted to sleep. And let those who want to disturb him roll into the slag.

Do you hold the light, or is darkness underneath?

This war was exhausting. It drained all the internal fluids out of him like an energon vampire. It tortured, it killed, it took everything away. It seemed that the balance in the universe had decided to outweigh the evil side. The Wrecker was tired of fighting. All of the Autobots were tired of the centuries-old war, which turned from a simple struggle for freedom and equality into a merciless massacre for power and resources. They would have given up long ago and stopped fighting if it wasn't for the Earth. They had lost their home, so they couldn't let others lose theirs because of their war.

In your hands, there's a touch that can heal.

Another instinct pulled him out of a half-doze. Wheeljack lifted his beastly head and brought his right paw closer to his optics, examining it. His dark gray fingers were relaxed, and the curved claws protruding from them glittered in the dimly lit hangar in the corner of which he was sleeping. There was nothing familiar left of his old servos that he could look at calmly. The white mech made a couple of movements, clenching and unclenching his paw into a fist, as far as its current appearance allowed, and lowered the limb flat on the concrete floor, laying his head next to it.

But in those same hands, is the power to kill.

The sharp claws scraped the floor with a long, nasty screech. Somehow Wheeljack restrained himself from grimacing at the unpleasant sound for his sensitive hearing, and tightly squeezed the optics shut. He was disgusted to see all that had been done to him. In the moments of transformation from an ordinary Cybertronian to.. this the white mech desperately wanted to just shut down or at least just die to just not feel pain. It seemed that Shockwave wanted the Wrecker to remain conscious and feel this unbearable pain. Wheeljack could hardly decide for himself which was worse: to suffer from a painful transformation or to see how all the Autobots were scared of him? With each passing day, the white mech inclined to believe the second option. He had been tortured during interrogation before, so he was already used to experiencing pain.

Are you a man, or a monster?

Are you a man, or a monster?

Wheeljack felt an irritated growl come out of his throat. During the time he was here, huddled in the farthest corner of another hangar, he was able to think about a lot. Usually, the mech was always the first to get into battle, without thinking about the consequences, but here... apparently, his current condition has changed that. The same question flashed through his processor over and over again, to which he could not find an answer.

What is he?

Who is he now? Is he still a mech? Or a monster that lives only by instincts?

A mech or a Monster?

Are you a man, or a monster?

When you look at yourself, are you a man

Or a monster?

And once again, this eternal conflict between the processor and the spark. The former insisted that he was a predacon, a monster whose purpose was only hunting and atrocities. The latter tried to reach out to the mind, saying that deep inside he was still the same Wheeljack before the experiment, no matter that his appearance was different. And Wrecker didn't know what to do, trying to figure out who he was now.

Are you a man, or a monster?

How long can this go on? Is that life when everyone looks at him like a monster? What should he do now? Will the team be able to accept him like this?

When you look at yourself, are you a man

Or a monster?

Wheeljack sighed, relaxing his entire frame. He was too tired to think about it again. Slagging instincts...

Pat.

The Wrecker lazily opened his optics, once again listening to the sounds. There was almost dead silence. The only sound was the wind in the ventilation. Shrugging his shoulderpads, the mech turned predacon tried to fall asleep again.

Patpatpat.

Huh? That sound again.

Patpatpat.

Okay, so he wasn't hearing things.

Wheeljack pricked up his audio sensors. The sound was quiet, even for his super hearing, frequent, as if someone very small was approaching him. Who was it? Were there humans? What did they want from him?

The footsteps faded, and a voice rang out in the silence.

"Wheeljack?"

The Wrecker froze, recognizing the voice. It was Miko.

"Jackie? You awake?" the girl asked again, and the mech felt her knuckles tapping on his paw. The cybertronian did not answer, sleepily turning his muzzle away from the human. Miko snorted. "Come on, I know you're not sleeping."

Wheeljack sighed wearily.

"Go away, kid," he said, growling irritably.

"Maybe we should leave him alone." a second voice said, a boyish one. Raf is here too? It turns out that...

"I don't know, but we wanted to help," a third voice replied. Jack, he remembered. "Considering how the ‘Bots behave around him..."

"No, we'll do what we planned!" Miko declared and, tapping the white metal again, began to push his paw back and forth. "Come on, Wheeljack, wake up! Come on, we're going to watch a movie with the Autobots!"

"Leave me alone," Wheeljack grumbled, gently pushing the human girl away from him.

"Man, you sound like Ratchet!" Miko pouted, offended,and began pushing the strong metal limb again. "Why are you silent? Help me!"

"Miko, it seems to me that Wheeljack clearly said to be left alone," Jack tried to put his friend down.

"But he's an Autobot, too!" Miko objected, making another attempt to shake Racker awake.

"No, I'm not," Wheeljack replied, unable to hold on, pulling his paw towards him so that the girl could not touch him.

"You're an autobot, Jackie! We all think so!" Miko exclaimed, and the boys supported her. "You're still you! That's cool!"

The Wrecker was silent for a few seconds. He knew it was true. His identity was still with him, he didn’t follow his instincts and was in a sober mind and a bright memory. But how can he convince himself of this so that he doesn't doubt it at every step?

The white mech slowly rose to his paws, restraining the urge to grimace at the screeching sound. He approached the teenagers and threateningly brought his head closer to them. As expected, the Earth children backed away as soon as he stood up.

"Tell me, kids," Wheeljack began slowly, blowing a stream of warm air over them, and looked at each of the teenagers in turn. "What do you see?"

The boys and the girl stood in silence, as if trying to find words. The Wrecker watched each of them closely. All he saw there was fear.

"Just as I thought," the white mech said softly and turned his head to return to his spot and finally fall asleep.

"I see you," he heard Miko's voice and froze abruptly.

"What?.." he asked, thinking that he had misheard, and returned his attention to the earthlings.

"I see you, Jackie," the Japanese girl repeated, stubbornly lifting her chin. "We see you. Not the monster. Not the beast. Not even the predacon. You."

"She's right," Jack said, squaring his shoulders confidently. "Despite the fact that your appearance has changed, you are still you. Our friend and a member of the Autobot team."

"No, I’m not," the Wrecker shook his head, denying the words he had heard. He didn't need pity. Their words didn't help.

"You know, there’s a saying on Earth," Raf chimed in, coming closest to the white mech. "Appearances can be deceptive. Someone who looks scary can be very kind."

"Exactly! You're still the same Wheeljack who defeated that imposter! We destroyed Hardshell together! Have you forgotten all this, Jackie?" Miko exclaimed, making Wheeljack flinch.

Indeed, how could he forget that? He's a Wrecker! He's an Autobot, for Primus' sake! How can any experiment change that? They tried to break him down and kill him thousands of times, but he eventually broke free and returned!

Jackie always comes back, Bulkhead said when it came to the white mech. Yes, he always came back. But this time he wasn't happy to be back.

Wheeljack sighed wearily, the wave of fleeting enthusiasm subsided as suddenly as it had rolled in. No matter how right Miko was, the Wrecker still doubted that he would be accepted the way she had accepted him.

"Sorry, kid," he said in a strangled voice and squinted to the side, not daring to look the human in the eye. "I appreciate your support, but it's much more complicated. It's better for me to be alone, as I'm used to. You can watch the movie without me."

"Actually, it was Jack's idea," Raf said, trying to get the white autobot's attention again. "And Optimus approved it. Even Ultra Magnus agreed to participate in watching the movie with us. Come, Wheeljack, you'll like it!"

"Come on, Jackie! You're part of our family too!" Miko supported the boy.

Wheeljack opened his mouth in a daze, his fangs flashing slightly.

You're part of our family too.

He didn't even know what to say to that. Did Miko really consider him her family? Even after what happened to him? How lucky Bulkhead is to have such an amazing girl as his partner. Her optimism could only be envied. Maybe it's worth a try after all? What if it really helps him to restore his former relationship with the Autobots with his current appearance? If even Ultra Magnus decided to join, then why not?

"Fine," Wheeljack finally agreed, making Miko squeal with joy.

"You'll see, you'll like it!" she said enthusiastically and headed for the exit of the hangar. "Come on!"

"In that case, what is the name of the movie?" Wheeljack asked, following the energetic girl.

Raf was the one who answered the question.

"Actually, it's an animated movie," he clarified, catching up with the Autobot. "It's called ‘How to Train Your Dragon’."

The Wrecker felt the corner of his mouth twitch slightly.

What an irony. A cartoon about a dragon, the earthly equivalent of a predacon, what could be worse? Maybe he agreed in vain? Although... The kids said he would like it. Well, if they say so, then it's probably true.

When they arrived at Hangar E, Wheeljack was surprised by what he saw. All of the Autobots of the Team Prime were gathered in the huge room, even Mrs. Darby and Fowler came here. Instead of dispersing in fear, the ‘Bots and humans looked as if they were glad to see him. No fear, no wariness, no hostility. Were they really glad that he had decided to join them? Bulkhead spoke first.

"Jackie!" He smiled broadly. "Come, we even saved you a seat."

Wheeljack grinned out of habit. Now he had no doubts.

"Count me in, buddy."

The movie turned out to be very interesting. He liked the main character with a slightly strange name Hiccup. The inventive kid was somewhat similar to him, but at the same time there was a resemblance to Toothless, the black dragon. Raf was right: the dragons from the movie weren’t evil at all, like Wheeljack himself, and these Vikings mercilessly killed them without knowing the whole truth. Slag, they didn't even think to wonder why the dragons behaved like that! An intelligent race, yeah, sure...

Autobots were just as interested as humans. However, this was probably the kids’ idea. The Wrecker was even glad that he agreed to join.

Unknowingly, Wheeljack finally fell asleep, leaning on Bulkhead, next to whom he was sitting surrounded by the rest of the Autobots and humans.

No. Not just any Autobots or humans.

His family.

[lifetimeshipper]

The Beauty and the Predacon

Chapter 7

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Wheeljack and Ratchet return to base feeling triumphant but also defeated. Triumphant because they got a Predacon fossil and rescued June and Fowler from Knock Out, but they feel awful that they couldn't get Arcee away from the 'Cons and bring her back to base.

"Mom! Are you okay!?" Jack asks as he runs up to his mother.

"I'm fine, Jack," June responds with a smile.

Jack looked at June and Fowler and felt like there was something more, "What are you not telling me?"

"We have some news, Magnus," Ratchet says as he and Wheeljack walk over to Magnus and Bulkhead.

"I can already see you have the Predacon fossil."

"There's something else, we-" Before Ratchet could say anything further, Optimus called in for a Ground Bridge, "I'll say when Optimus and the others get here." He walks over to the Ground Bridge controls to open up the  Ground Bridge.

Optimus, Bumblebee, and Smokescreen drive through the  Ground Bridge and into the base and the Ground Bridge closes. The three transform and look at the others, "We got half of a fossil, the Decepticons got the other half," Optimus says as he shows them the fossil. "How about you guys? Any luck?"

"We each got a fossil. But it seems Ratchet has some news for us."

Optimus looks over to his old friend, "What is it, Ratchet?"

"Knock Out had captured June and Fowler and we had to go after him to save them. While we were chasing him we saw Arcee."

All audio receptors and ears are now open as all their attention is on Ratchet, "You saw Arcee? How is she? Were you not able to save her?" Jack starts throwing out questions.

Wheeljack's the one to speak, "We saw her jump out of the Ground Bridge that was open for the 'Con."

Ratchet cuts in, "She seemed to be fine, no injuries or any sign of her being tortured, but Vehicons were sent through to attack and distract us while Knock Out went after Arcee to recapture her. By the time we finished with the Vehicons, Knock Out had run through the Ground Bridge with Arcee."

"That's good they haven't harmed her but it makes me wonder what they're up to. What do they want with her?" Optimus ponders.

"Whatever it is we have to find a way to save her from it," Jack says with worry.

Optimus looks down at the boy, "We will Jack, we're not gonna abandon her."

"That's right, we'll never abandon a teammate," Smokescreen says in comfort.

"The only problem is that we don't know where the Decepticons are. So we have no way of planning out a rescue," Ultra Magnus puts in.

Optimus nods, "That is true, but we shall keep looking."

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Arcee continues watching the Predacon as he looks over one data after another about Predacons. She glances over to the Energon cubes that had been brought almost a day ago, there is still a cube and a half sitting next to her. She realizes that she hasn't seen any of the Decepticons, not Starscream or Shockwave or the Vehicons all day. 

She heard a bit of commotion from inside the ship a bit ago but nothing else. She just shrugged it off as she looked back to the Predacon just as he turned away from the monitor, when he turned and looked at her she could tell he had some stuff running through his processor. It's like he's calculating or trying to figure something out.

He walks over to where she's sitting and lays down in front of her, lying his helm down he closes his optics. Arcee looks at him and notices the little burn marks on his armor plating from Starscream jabbing him with the electrical rod. The sight of it stirs anger in her spark, that mech has no respect or care for anyone. Arcee grabs one of the Energon cubes and moves over to the Predacon's side, she dips her fingers into the Energon and places it on the burn mark on his side.

The Predacon's helm shoots up and he immediately turns and hisses at her as he gets ready to attack. Arcee puts up her servo to reassure him, "It's okay, I'm just putting some Energon on your burns."

He looks at her as she reaches over to put more Energon on the burn but he does nothing to stop her. He mostly reacted because he was startled and thought some bot was trying to hurt him in his sleep. He starts calming down and becomes more at ease, this treatment feels really good. He continues to watch her as she rubs the Energon over his burns, he's not sure why but he keeps getting more and more attracted to her. She would indeed make an excellent mate he has no doubts about that, he knows he made a wise choice.

Some noises come from within the ship causing them to look at the door and put up their guard. The Predacon's not sure what could be going on in there but if it's something dangerous that could harm his future mate he certainly will take out the threat and keep her safe.

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Sorry it's so short, Predaking is getting ready to reveal himself to the Decepticons and Arcee and I want to put it all in one chapter. So his big reveal will be in the next chapter. :)

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Chapter 1

Next Chapter

[oliverreedmasterass]

Credits and shoutout to @starcatcherkiszka​ for the fic idea!! 

In case you want something to listen to while you read: ✨Summer of 69 Playlist✨

Words: 3.8k

Warnings: language

Synopsis: Greta Van Fleet somehow manages to travel back in time to the Summer of 69, during the Woodstock Art and Music festival. You can only imagine what hijinks they’re going to get up to. 

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8

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“How much longer do we have to stay here?” Sam groaned from his spot on the carpeted floor of their soundbooth, staring up at the paneled ceiling with dread.

“Until we get this track right,” Jake called to him as he took a seat on a rickety old stool for a quick rest. “We’re almost there.” 

“You said that 25 minutes ago,” Sam protested. “You big liar.” 

“It is almost 2am,” Danny pointed out from behind his kit. “Maybe we’d be better off giving it another try tomorrow.”

“We’re close though,” Jake stood back to his feet and strapped his guitar on. “Trust me, we’ll get it in the next three takes.” 

“This is agony,” Sam groaned. 

Josh came over the intercom from behind the mixing board with a bit of feedback, making Jake, Sam, and Danny all jump. 

“Ready for take 21?” he asked. Sam scowled at his brother but finally shook his head in frustrated acceptance and slowly rose back to his feet with a loud crack. Jake gave the audio technician a thumbs up and they heard the metronome sound ticking in their headphones, counting them off. “Play your hearts out, boys,” Josh told them. 

Much to Sam and Danny’s dismay, Jake wasn’t satisfied until 15 takes later. Sam had tried to run out of the studio on multiple occasions, but Josh kept grabbing him and tugging him back to the booth, reminding him that their time in the studio was costing them an arm and a leg, and he was being a big baby. So, when Jake unplugged his guitar from the amp with a crackling snap, Sam had every right to let out a deep groan and collapse back to the floor in relief. Danny tossed his drumsticks off to the side and then, in a similar fashion, flopped beside Sam. 

“I just want this album to take us to the next level,” Jake tried to defend himself. Both Sam and Danny held up their hands to make him stop talking. 

“I thought take 4 sounded great,” Danny said. “I don’t think we needed 36 takes.” 

“My tone wasn’t quite right,” Jake shrugged. “I feel really good about take 36 though.” 

“That one’s definitely the one,” Josh agreed as he entered the room. “That’s gotta break our personal record, huh? Sixteen hours in the studio is pretty impressive.” 

Sam let out another deep groan. 

“We can come in late tomorrow,” Josh looked to Jake for confirmation. “I think we all deserve to sleep in a bit.” 

“I think I deserve to not come into the studio for a week,” Sam tried to barter. “I want to camp out in the middle of nowhere where I don’t have to look at any of your stupid faces or think about stupid music or sound mixing or bass lines.” 

“Wow,” Danny sounded genuinely hurt. “Okay.” 

“He’s just crabby,” Josh consoled Danny. “He gets like this when he doesn’t get his nap.” 

Sam shrugged like he couldn’t argue with Josh. Jake finished tucking his Gibson into his guitar case and then joined Josh, standing over Danny and Sam. He was starting to form some pretty impressive bags under his eyes because, even though he was the night owl of the family, playing for that long and that hard really did take a toll on him. 

“I’m gonna go to the lobby, can I grab you guys anything from the snack bar?” he offered in an attempt to make a truce with his disgruntled bandmates. 

“I’ll take a bag of SunChips,” Sam decided from the ground. 

“Just a water, please,” Danny gave Jake a small smile. Jake grinned back, a wave of relief washing over him that at least Danny wasn’t pissed beyond belief at him and his perfectionism. Thank god Danny was such a naturally understanding person at heart because, god, did Jake do things that would set any other person over the edge. 

Before Josh could put in a request, Jake waved goodbye and booked it out of the room, putting his head down to hurry to the lobby. 

“Wait, I want a banana!” Josh called after him. 

“Sounds like a you problem!” Jake yelled back. 

He reached the lobby and, after a quick scan, made sure to fetch everything that Sam and Danny wanted, and went out of his way to forget Josh’s banana. The exhaustion was catching up to him fast, so he fixed himself a cup of coffee to help him get back to his house in one piece and then turned on his heel to return to the studio. As his white vans clicked down the linoleum floor, he started to whistle the guitar part for one of their new tracks. His eyes were set on their studio door at the end of the hall but, out of his peripheral vision, he saw something that made him slow down. His whistling faded and he pivoted back around on his heel to face the door that he had just passed to his left. He pursed his lips as he took in what looked like a beam of bright light trying to come out from behind the door. Overwhelmed with confusion and intrigue, Jake backed up even farther so he was directly in front of the door, and had to squint his eyes to inspect it. Standing closer to it, he could feel that the hallway was significantly warmer. 

“What the?” he whispered. If his arms weren’t full of food and drinks he would have grabbed for the door handle, but instead he squeezed his eyes shut and reopened them to make sure what he was seeing was really real. The white light pouring from the cracks in the frame looked pretty damn real. 

Just to make sure his exhausted brain wasn’t playing tricks on him, he turned away from the door and hustled back to the studio. Sam, Danny, and Josh were all sprawled on the floor now, but they lifted their heads up slightly as Jake let himself back into the booth. 

“I need to show you guys something,” he said as he handed Danny his water, Sam his chips, and gave Josh a middle finger when he held his hands out for a banana. 

“Hey man, fuck you,” Josh frowned at his brother. “I don’t want to go with you if you’re gonna be mean to me.” 

“No, please, I promise, you’ll want to see this. I need you to see this.” 

“Did you drop an entire case of beer again?” Danny let out a yawn. 

“Just, come with me,” Jake decided to reply, since he really wasn’t sure how to even begin to describe the door. Plus, he liked there being an air of mystery about the whole thing. 

Even though Sam had been the most vocal in his frustration earlier, he was apparently the most willing to humor Jake since he clutched onto a nearby wooden stool to pull himself upright. Danny watched his friend stand up and, with a sigh, joined Sam and Jake. They all looked down at Josh, who was laying on his back with his arms folded over his chest. 

“You’re gonna miss out,” Jake told him. 

“I’m already missing out on a banana, I don’t care.” 

“Suit yourself,” Jake shrugged. He opened the door for Sam and Danny, and they disappeared from the studio. Jake tried to catch a glimpse of the mysterious door as he led Sam and Danny down the hallway and grinned when he saw that the light was still pouring from it. Behind them, Josh’s footsteps grew closer as he ran to catch up. 

“I’m getting a banana, I don’t care what Jake’s showing you guys,” Josh explained himself, though he didn’t move past them to the lobby. Instead, they all cautiously approached the door. 

“The fuck?” Sam asked when he caught sight of the rays of light. 

“Who’s supposed to be in there right now?” Danny asked. 

They checked to see if any names were listed on the calendar posted next to the door, but there was nothing. 

“It looks like it’s open,” Josh announced. “But maybe Helios is dropping a track in there,” he added as a second thought. 

Sam was studying the door, deep in thought. 

“Maybe someone left some lighting equipment in there for a music video or photoshoot?” he guessed. “And they just forget to turn it all off?” 

“Are we gonna open it?” Josh turned to Jake. Jake was staring intently at the door once more, debating the pros and cons of opening it. 

Con: there could be something weird behind there

Pro: there could be something weird behind there

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” Danny spoke up. “Why don’t we just let management know, and they can send someone over to check it out? I just wanna get back to my bed and sleep.”  

“Don’t you think it’s funny,” Jake started, his eyes still focused on the light, “that we write an entire album about a heavenly gate, and now we’re facing something that looks exactly like that?” 

“It is strange,” Josh admitted. 

“It seems to me like it’s something we’re meant to open,” Jake decided. He was, of course, talking out of his ass, but he wanted to provide a better reason for opening the door other than that he was curious and he had a hard time determining the severity of the consequences of his actions. 

Danny opened his mouth like he was prepared to give a rebuttal, but before he could get his word in, Jake lurched for the rounded door handle and, through grit teeth in response to the heat of the doorknob, twisted and pushed it open. Almost immediately they were all blinded by the light, which they responded to with grunts, flinching away. 

“Okay, maybe those aren’t set lights,” Sam said while he covered his eyes with his hands. “Jesus Christ, that’s blinding.” 

Josh reached into his jumpsuit pocket and retrieved a pair of sunglasses, which he quickly put on. Unfortunately, he quickly discovered that the glasses did next to nothing to spare his eyes from the searing beam. What he was able to see, though, was Jake walking directly into it.

“What are you doing?” he called out in shock. 

“It’s not gonna hurt me,” Jake said over his shoulder. 

“Literally the one thing they tell you is to not go towards the light.” 

“This feels like a different kind of light.” 

“What the hell does that mean? How do you distinguish the difference between light?” 

“Are you gonna grab him or keep arguing with him?” Sam asked from behind Josh, just barely opening his eyes so he could see what was going on. “He’s gonna do something stupid.” 

“Uh, guys,” Danny’s voice shook. 

“What?” Josh and Sam asked. 

“He’s gone.”

Although it was near impossible to see anything other than the striking white color pouring out of the door, it was clear that Jake was no longer standing with them. 

“For the love of God,” Josh groaned out. “Why the fuck did he do that?”

“You were distracted with Sam and he shot me some finger guns and hopped through the door,” Danny caught them up to speed. “Do you think he’s dead?” 

“He’s not dead,” Josh was quick to respond. “I would have sensed it.” 

That earned him a snort from Sam. 

“I swear, there’s academic articles out there about twin telepathy,” Josh felt it was worthwhile in that moment to defend himself against his younger brother’s scrutiny. 

“Jake?” Danny cautiously called into the light, “Are you in there, bud?” 

They were met with deafening silence. 

“Literally say anything,” Danny tried again, panic rising in his voice. They waited a few beats, but not a single sound was uttered from the other side. 

“We have to go in after him,” Josh declared. “And drag his stupid ass back here.” 

“I’m not going in there,” Sam shook his head. “I’m going to bed.” 

“You know you’re not gonna be able to sleep because you’ll be worried about Jake,” Josh raised an eyebrow. “C’mon, Sam.” 

“I want you both to know that being in a band with all of you has easily taken years off of my life,” Danny told the two brothers. Then, he faced the door, let out a short huff, and stepped through it. 

Sam’s face was scrunched in discomfort, not only from the light, but also the situation at hand. It was unclear what laid beyond the door, and Sam had no rational explanation for what could be going on, but he had a feeling in the pit of his stomach that he wasn’t going to enjoy a good night’s sleep in his own bed for a while. 

“Do you want to hold my hand?” Josh asked, holding his sweaty palm up to Sam. Sam looked like he was contemplating it for a second, but finally pushed it away and pointed at the door. 

“We’re going through there together, that’s all I want.” 

Josh couldn’t argue with that so, after giving Sam a reassuring pat on the shoulder, they stood together and squeezed through the tight door frame, entering into the light. 

It was a bizarre experience: while standing near the light had provided a similar sensation to being in front of a fire pit, once they moved deeper in, the air actually grew colder, like the Michigan winters from their childhood. The light continued to sear their eyes, building in intensity to the point where it was still bright with their eyes closed and covered by their hands. Sam and Josh both felt some kind of force latch onto them at the same time, which they responded to with nervous squeaks, and then, like a nightmare roller coaster, they lurched forward. 

If Sam wasn’t so terrified, he would have smacked his older brother for whooping with glee as they were thrust in some unknown direction at a speed that Sam couldn’t fathom. While they whipped around, he was burdened with worry about how they were going to safely stop and, more importantly, exactly where they were going to stop. Their bodies jerked to the left and to the right, and then Sam felt a warmth that they were rapidly approaching. 

“Brace yourself!” He thought he could hear Josh yell over the rush of wind that was passing by Sam’s ears. It was hard to move, but he managed to shakily reach his hands up towards his head and cover it, alongside pulling his knees up into his chest in the fetal position. He opened his eyes for a brief moment, still stunned by the brightness of everything, but saw Josh slightly up ahead, doing flips in the air while yelling out in joy. Just beyond Josh, Sam could see that the white light was starting to break into some kind of green hue. And it looked like that was directly where they were headed. 

It happened so fast Sam couldn’t process anything that was happening in real-time, but they shot out from some kind of cloud, did a freefall for about ten feet, and then landed with a thud in a grassy field. As upset as Sam was with his brothers for forcing him to jump through some mysterious, magic doorway, he was grateful that Josh had half a heart to warn him about a landing. Still, he was in shock from everything, so he opted to lay in the grass, facing the sky that had magically cleared of any strange clouds or scalding heat. 

“Oh shit, are you dead?” he heard Josh ask to his right. The sound of Josh’s footsteps came closer, and then he saw his older brother leaning directly over his head, his eyes bright. “Hiya, Sammy.” 

“Hiya,” Sam softly replied back. “What the fuck just happened?” 

“Probably something the human mind can’t comprehend,” Josh replied with a smile. “I wonder how far away Jake and Danny are.” 

At the thought of poor Danny going through that on his own, Sam sprung back to his feet, which seemed to surprise Josh since he backed up a few steps. 

“They can’t be too far away, right?” Sam asked. Josh shrugged. They both took a second to scan around them to get a better sense of where they could possibly be. Low, rolling green hills surrounded them on all sides and, in the distance, a grove of trees were standing tall. The air was humid, but a light breeze made it easier to breathe, which Sam sucked in. “It feels like the east coast,” he commented. “Up north.” 

“I don’t think we’re in Nashville anymore,” Josh agreed. 

“Danny?” Sam cupped his hands around his mouth to shout. “DANNY?” he tried again. 

“Hey, hey,” Josh put a hand on Sam’s shoulder to stop him. “We don’t know where we are. I think we need to lay low until we find more answers.” 

“I just want to find my friend,” Sam frowned. “He could be hurt for all we know.” 

“We’ll climb to the top of one of those hills and get the eagle eye view, how about that?” Josh attempted to compromise. “You should be able to see him from up there.” 

Sam couldn’t argue with that logic, so they set their sights on the tallest hill and started to climb. Sam didn’t appreciate how evident it was that he was ridiculously out of shape, but he was glad that he could pretend to be intently searching around for Danny while he was actually catching his breath. He and Josh stood back to back, scanning around, trying to catch a glimpse of anything that even slightly resembled their band members when Josh let out a small gasp. 

“Found them,” he announced. 

Josh tugged on Sam’s shoulder to point him in the right direction, and Sam couldn’t help but let out a chuckle when he caught sight of Danny and Jake about 100 yards away, walking side by side through the grass, entirely unscathed. Without another word, Sam started to jog down the hill towards them. Sure, he was out of shape, but he needed some form of consolation that they were okay and they hadn’t just made the biggest mistake of their lives by passing through that damn door. 

“Oh, thank God,” Sam was greeted by Danny when he approached him and Jake. “We had started to assume that you guys stayed behind.” 

“What the hell is going on?” Sam demanded Jake, moving past Danny to grab ahold of Jake’s loose button up shirt so he could pull him close. 

“Still working on an answer to that one,” Jake choked. “Will get back to you soon though.” 

“Let him go, Sammy,” Josh said as he approached the group. Sam looked hesitant, but after hearing Jake make a few more gagging noises, he threw him back down so he stumbled around a bit before regaining his balance. “I’ve got a couple of theories about what just happened,” Josh continued. He held up three fingers, which his bandmates wearily watched. “One,” Josh started, “we’re dead.” 

“Man, I hope not,” Danny commented. 

“Two,” Josh pointed to his second finger, “we somehow managed to find a portal that brought us to a different dimension.” 

“That could be fun,” Jake looked around at everyone and was met by frowns. 

“Or three, someone drugged us back at the studio.” 

“I’m feeling like it’s gotta be option three,” Sam declared. “The other two are baloney.” 

“I hope we went through a portal,” Jake’s mind was somewhere else. “Wouldn’t that be cool?” 

“Not really,” Danny murmured. “I kinda want to go back home.” 

“It’s an adventure!” Jake exclaimed, clapping his hands together. “An opportunity for us to grow and learn things about each other!” 

“That sounds awful,” Sam’s brow was furrowed. “I’m not in the mood for any kind of self-discovery or whatever.” 

“You’ve got no other choice, Sammy boy,” Jake clasped him on the back, which nearly sent him toppling over. “You stepped through that door, now we have to find our way back.” 

“I hate you,” was all Sam could say in response. 

Jake seemed to take no offense to that, since he linked arms with Josh and started to skip away from Danny and Sam, down the hill towards the horizon, singing at the top of his lungs, 

“We’re off to see the Wizard, the wonderful Wizard of Oz!” 

“What do you think is going on?” Sam turned to Danny after watching his twin brothers skip off into the distance. Danny looked as troubled as Sam felt, which at least brought him some comfort in knowing that he wasn’t the only one in the group who was capable of even a sliver of rational thought. 

“I couldn’t tell you, but I can confidently say that I’m on the brink of panicking.” 

“You and me both,” Sam sighed. Together, they followed behind Jake and Josh, who had managed to move so far ahead that they were ant-sized in the distance. “We’ll be okay though, I think.” 

Danny looked like he really wanted to believe Sam, but there was still a deep frown stuck on his face. 

“I really wish Jake thought sometimes before he did things.”  

“It’s pretty hard to turn him away from bright, shiny things, Danny. No amount of convincing could have deterred him away from going through that door.” 

“Hey! Guys!” Josh was hollering to them. 

“What?” Sam screamed back. 

“We found something!” Josh’s voice could just barely be heard. Danny and Sam exchanged a quick glance and then tore in Jake and Josh’s direction. Even though they were trying their hardest to remain composed on the outside, both of them were dying to know what situation they had gotten caught in. 

When they reached Jake and Josh, they saw that Josh was closely studying a piece of paper that had been left strewn in a muddy patch in the field. Jake leaned over Josh’s shoulder and seemed to be scanning the words as well, his eyes dancing around the page. 

“What’s that?” Sam pointed towards the damaged paper.

“It’s a clue,” Josh looked up. “A huge clue about where we are.” 

“I didn’t know this was possible,” Jake mused to himself from behind Josh with a joyful chuckle. 

Danny couldn’t tolerate the anticipation anymore since he ripped the paper from Josh’s hands and quickly skimmed it over. 

“What. The. Fuck,” his eyes were wide as he lowered the paper. “What the actual fuck.” 

Jake gave Danny a childlike grin. 

“Right? Right?” He could barely contain his excitement. Danny twisted the paper around so Sam, who was feeling really confused, could take a look. 

“Three days of peace and music,” he read aloud. “Bethel, New York. August 15-17, 1969.” 

“So you guys think,” Danny was trying to make sense of everything, “we traveled back in time?” 

“To the summer of 69,” Jake’s smile stretched from ear to ear. 

“Lord help us,” Sam moaned, letting the paper fall back into the mud.

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Now for the JUICY questions I really wanted to ask. You mentioned a while ago that you had a partner who was "worse that you were" so I have to like ask now what extreme things have you done before for/because of love? OH AND you mentioned you dont have a lot of friends because your awkward and shy and never leave the house and stuff. WOULD YOU ACCEPT RANDOM DMS? CAUSE I WANNA TALK TO YOU MORE AND I FEEL LIKE OTHERS WOULD TOO!

- JATTA Your loyal fuck toy <3 PS.

Solid Warning for anyone reading. Part of this is going to be honest. A little too honest. Hello again Mocha. I start to get used to you and then you break out the term "Loyal fuck toy" and I have to do a double take. Hahaha. To answer all of this, I'll do so in order. I was never really here for the followers or likes but I am happy to entertain and help people feel understood. As for the audios, I just listened to which ones you posted and I'm trying so hard not to laugh. I sound so gross over the phone. Hahaha I'm glad you put up with me during my streams. ^^ I'm amused that people still think I sound like Corpse or Riot. Nat, I don't get a he sounds so nasal in comparison to me but any comparisons are funny. As for the "Juicy questions" I have a few interesting answers you maybe didn't expect. For legal reasons, this is a fictional blog by a "yandere", but you and I both know the truth. We both know that a yandere isn't real even if the concept is. I've committed serious crimes for many reasons aside from love, like self defense, and a few of my hobbies. Many of which could be worse but are extreme to most people. Aggravated battery, aggravated assault, and even non-aggravated Arson. Felonies are linked to my memories but nothing is linked to my name as I was never caught. It's a bit funny. Oh and let's not forget that some thing's titles are a little "tricky..." I have class 1 and f1 violations, first and second degree, and petty theft all hidden in my past. I don't know the laws well enough to know which one is which anymore. I don't do anything these days as I'm not... where I used to be. However the memories are very strong and I know what I used to be capable of... I can't do what I used to because I'm not the person I used to be and I'm glad I'm not. Don't worry, it was so long ago and so unimportant to everyone related to the incidents that there is no way I'm gonna be in trouble now. ^^ As for the possibility of DMing me, go for it! I still don't really have friends but I would love to talk to someone. Anyone can DM me. I just hope they know what they're getting into as I tend to be very awkward and I overthink a lot. I tend to not talk first because I assume everyone has already gotten tired of me. On a funny note, as I was writing this a friend looked over and asked me if I would put the Whump tag and now I have another thing I need someone to explain to me because I have never heard her laugh this hard. Oh dear. Hahaha Thank you for opening the Stalker's Diary.

[tiikerikani]

All aboard the time machine

2024 Aug 18 – Utran Uittoareena, Joensuu

Funnily, 2 years ago, on this same mid-August weekend, I also saw Rautiainen on Friday and Vesterinen on Sunday. But that's not the only parallel, as you will soon find out...

The usual shore pic:

I cut short my traditional listen-through of Sorni Nai because I heard music coming over from the theatre already at like 4:15. I went over to the yard there and sat on the usual steps facing the restaurant. Turns out the audio techs were setting up their stuff using tapes from previous performances, which ... really confused me at first.

Regular Groupie drives through the yard at 4:25, followed immediately by Merch Table Guy and Merch Lady. Regular Groupie walks over to me a bit later to say hi (she'd ended up parking the car in the other lot outside). At this point (about 4:45) the band van shows up and the guests who had purchased the pre-show dinner go inside the restaurant.

When I went inside to get my usual mug of coffee, I noticed that there was a stack of paper tickets by the till. So they did exist, despite not having really needed to use them. Anyway, I found out on Friday that they do actually scan the ticket QR codes now (they might have switched to this last year, since my paper ticket then had a unique alphanumeric code printed on it), so I'd printed out the ticket email at the library the day before.

The same (I think) two fangirls who blocked me in the queue last year started the queue again this time, but I remembered from Friday that there would be a second lane so I took up position there instead. I was first to be let in at 5:55 (yay for QR code on paper) and casually jogged to my normal first row seat. The girls took the other side of the centre aisle.

It's also my tradition to read something sociology/philosophy-related while queuing/waiting.

The woman and her husband on the other side of me were local. They weren't able to snag tickets last year but were on the ball this year. I think they must be newer fans because they didn't know about my cape. She was really excited to practise speaking English with me (it happens, I don't really mind). She'd recently lost a family member, so she was in tears the whole time. Not to trivialise her grief but certain songs trigger a grief-like mood in me as well and I also wanted to cry but sometimes I just can't. It makes these posts really hard to write.

Pictures part, I guess:

These people in the boat hung around a bit. There were also some people sitting on the dock on the other side of the river almost the whole time. Hey, free entertainment.

People more proficient with their cameras or whatever can go ahead and take their portrait photos of his infectious happy face. I'll be in this corner trying to capture his other, less common, expressions. My pictures don't win any popularity contests and that's OK.

Oh hey got a good picture of Markus and his grin again (he was not wearing fun socks)

I tried to get a few more of these reaction shots but I need more practice with the iPhone:

Why is he gesturing at me again after a [checks notes] 15-month break? (I'm not complaining but I thought he was over it.)

The two fangirls hung around after and wanted the set list signed by whoever they were able to catch, such as Jukka-Pekka. Markus was talking with some couple, and the fangirls and I hovered trying to find a gap in the conversation. It just didn't feel like it was happening so when I did get a moment I just said "Thank you" and shook hands and went on my way.

Maybe it's because it was Sunday, but the place cleared out really quickly. Like all the guests had either disappeared into the bar or (more likely) gone away within at most 20 minutes. Even Regular Groupie had to jet because she had work the following morning and needed to drive like 6 hours to get home. (She's told me once but I don't remember where she's from.)

Merch update: In addition to the denim jackets with the back patch, they'd also printed the design on the backs of t-shirts. Which, in my opinion, is less fun because it isn't as self-referential that way. They were also selling the patch separately so people could sew it onto their own things, but they'd already sold all they'd brought with them this weekend. I'm not really sure where I'd sew it. Like it looks quite large but is it the same size as the big Nightwish patch on the bottom of my party overalls? It'd take up a huge chunk of the apron I got for Vappu this year, which I'd hoped would give me at least a couple years' worth of space...

Maailma palaa

Kohti sydänpeltoja

Samaan mutkaan kaatunut

Jamesin takki

Kolme hyvää vinkkiä

Ilman mua

Tummilla teillä

Rodeo

Turisti [intermission]

Exodus

Valot eteiseen

Kiljut riemusta

Faarao

Kanto (yes the guitar solo is improvised.)

Kukaan ei koskaan

Nuoriherra

Hetken ikuinen

// Arlandan portailla

[Concert write-up archive and master calendar]

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You’re so kind omg 😭💗thank you😭

I never wanted to undermine your own hair growth! Like you’re like the first person who has mentioned their hair grows fast bc I can never find people like that! Like I don’t do anything really to my hair, it’s just the thick hair Mexican genes hahah but I was also devastated when I found a brand that worked with my hair and they DISCONTINUED THE PRODUCT 😭 also it’s always a bit exciting to get a hair cut! Hope it goes well bestie! and the peel off base coat gives me the satisfaction of picking/peeling it off so maybe it could help?? Idk lol

The shoutouts at shows are always the best! I don’t blame you! plus Niall probably made it seem so genuine because he’s seems so sweet! And idk I think it gives off an intimate vibe since he’s connecting with the crowd! I remember when Paramore talked about my city and I was getting EMOTIONAL during it?! Also what’s your fave Niall song? Was it played?

And not your sister calling you out 💀 she kinda gagged me with that one omg lol but I’m sure you would have thrived as a violin player, you kinda give off the vibes and I mean it in a good way!

First of all, I LOVE WHEN YOU RANT!! Seriously I love when you do it! And I’ve tired to give audiobooks a chance especially since sometimes they are the cheaper option but I personally always gravitate towards getting a physical copy of a book. And I’ve also thought about getting a kindle but I fear I will just end up forgetting it since i read on my phone too lol also a really big thing that just grosses me out is ASMR so people’s voices on the audio recordings are typically not my vibe so it just ruins the vision for me 😭

Okay so I’ve never actually read any of the books and I thought it was actually just one book and movie! instead it’s actually of a full on series(13 books in total). So I’ve seen the movie before years ago but it didn’t really make me want to get into it more but the tv show is so good! It follows an older troubled journalist who is revisiting his original interview with the vampire called Louis. And basically they recount his human life and vampire over in story along with some other characters that play a big role. It also depicts queer love stories which I think is pretty neat! I also really enjoy the complexity of the characters and how they are all basically up for debate on who is “good” or “bad”! And I love watching the season in real time it’s so fun! I’ve actually heard good things about the book and I was actually recommended by a professor to give the series a try awhile ago! Though I’m thinking about buying the books second hand since there’s alot of them lol

Typically I have always been a book over movie girly! But I think it depends on the book if I read it before I watch an adaptation. For example, reading like classical stuff like Shakespeare or other classic lit, I think watching something is really helpful especially for me growing up sometimes the language barrier was a bit difficult. Like I love the Great Gatsby and I watched Baz Luhrman’s adaptation first and then I read the book. And I really enjoyed comparing what they kept/changed as well as how they envisioned! Also his adaptation of Romeo and Juliet was super cool to watch! But it could go wrong sometimes like I read My Policeman WAYYYY before it was even considered to be a movie adaptation and while I have many thoughts about it lol I genuinely preferred the book and I often felt like it kinda ruined the vibe a bit. So overall I think it depends! And you’re not dumb lol sometimes I think it can be a bit overhyped but I understand the creative aspect of writing those kind of things especially back then lol my Aquarius self loves to find meaning in anything and analyze things but when it comes to reading unless I need to do that for school, I’m not really doing much thinking while reading lol I like to feel immersed in the world/story!

I hope to stay pretty calm during the summer tbh I’m very much okay with doing nothing lol I am looking forward to going to the beach though now that I have more time! -💜

Omg don't worry! I can't believe how fast your hair grows and how long it gets! I feel like that always happens when I find a product I like! My hair is so much shorter now and feels light and summery (I do like it) but it's in that 'just cut' phase and I'm looking forward to next week 😅 I'm def going to look into peel off base lol it'll be good for my mental health 😂

OMG MY FAVORITE NIALL SONG. Well, I think it's basic but I love This Town. I'm a romantic/sad kind of music vibe on a regular day tbh 😂 I really envision a story when I hear music (or at least try to) and that is one where I just see Niall's entire love life on display, idk. I think I even wrote a trash piece about it when the song came out. He did play this one! I also love On My Own. I think it's an adorable and I like the lyric "I'll wake up at midday and marry my bed." He didn't play it but that's okay! He also played Black and White and Night Changes so I can't complain at all! It was a lovely show 💕

No my sister humbles me every day lol. But truly, I think she really is right! I don't do anything half-assed. If we wanna trauma dump for like two seconds, my family's picture is in the textbook next to addictive personalities. I think the only reason I haven't chosen stronger vices is because of One Direction/Harry/Niall taking up so much of my time. I enjoy most things in my life very passionately and I can't see myself taking up an instrument and not wanting/trying to be the very best at it until I'm literally SICK with anxiety. I have many good qualities, but moderation and allowing myself to make mistakes is really difficult for me lol so maybe in another life I would trade out one of my hobbies for an instrument, but in this one it's for the best I stuck to singing!

Thank you for letting me rant! I appreciate it! Do you have the kindle app on your phone? I get the forgetting it thing, that makes a lot of sense. My kindle app on my phone is just like 90% textbooks from grad school because I was tired of getting the physical heavy ones for a semester LOL. I like the way people decorate kindle's 😂 so I feel like that would be a fun little project for me and probs a huge part of why I would want it hahahahaha

WHAT COMMITTMENT 13 BOOKS GOOD LUCK. That's a really cool premise though! It sounds super entertaining and interesting. I often forget that we've got a bit of an age gap between us. I am SO used to watching TV series doing an episode a week. I actually prefer it that way. It's only with shows that originally dump a whole season out that I get mad when they do a two-part season (don't get me started on Bridgerton or Stranger Things. I'm THIS CLOSE to getting rid of streaming services all together). I am unfortunately chronically on TikTok so I don't like when my shows are spoiled because the whole season dumps out in one sitting so that's why like the weekly episode route hehehehehe ANYWAY I hope the show continues to keep your interest and the books hold up!

I'm def a book > movie girl too! I like the way you described it though. It took me like four years of high school English for my 12th grade english teacher to finally say "Sam, Shakespeare is meant to be performed. Of course it's difficult to read" and I was like 😯😯 So shout out to Ms. O. because I would have gone my whole life hating Shakespeare. If it's not too personal, can I ask a bit about how you dealt with the language barrier? Like did you start going to school without speaking English or very little English? I can't imagine what that was like and I think that's AMAZING that you learned a whole language and survived school etc etc. I suck at languages and am ensuring that when I do have children, quite frankly, they're being forced to learn a second language when they're young because I wish I had done that.

I love that you find meaning in most things! That makes a lot of sense for your choice of field too! :) I appreciate your kindness and I wish we could have taken a class together because I would have picked your brain for help with everything regarding symbolism.

I am hoping to hit the beach soon! I need to buy a new beach chair first hehehehe I also need to get my butt in gear and read a book. I'm thinking I might read yet ANOTHER silly romance and not this book on Norse Mythology that I have sitting in my bag taunting me.

Any fun plans this weekend?! LOVE YOU! 💕

[missizzy]

A Game Novice's Baldur's Gate 3 Log, 6 1/2 hours in: I might just be getting somewhere

(Note: this will definitely contain spoilers for all I've played through, and probably quite a bit of the later stuff I've also seen.)

I spent the week continuing with my Baldur's Gate 3 experiment, even as the dialog sequences ran excruciatingly slow, due to the animation going at half the pace as the audio. I now suspect the problem is my computer's struggling with our internet connection, which it has ever since Comcast insisted on replacing the modem. Which is part the reason we may finally be doing something about that next week, and I may pause playing until such time as we do. But that depends on how long it takes. I'm kind of getting hooked on this game, despite everything.

After last weekend saw Sara Tully, my barbarian Tav, successfully find Gale, and me fail to figure out how to lockpick, I went and looked up how to do the latter. (Of course it was the obvious way I hadn't thought of.) So first thing when I resumed was to take the party back to the big locked door on the beach to try to get through it. Except Astarion failed two checks in a row, resulting the loss of all our thieves tools. Guess I'm not finding out what's behind that door in this run.

After that I looked up Lae'zel's location and went to find her, and once again managed to go the wrong way, hitting the chapel entrance instead. So we ended up killing Gimblebock and the bandits outside, which made me feel a bit too much like a murderhobo, but at least, at long last, I finally got Sara to rage, marker by her box and everything. I have also now equipped her with a looted goblin bow, so she can even do ranged attacks while raging. Also we were able to get another set of thieves tools out of it. I even happily took Astarion up to the chapel door-except that when we heard the other bandits calling out through it, I decided to just walk away.

He did, on the other hand, successfully lockpick us through the trapdoor outside. Which of course led to another fight, one that felt very much like a learning experience about positioning characters in the game and recognizing when they are and aren't in silence AOEs. But I was much less sorry when we made contact with Withers, whom I hadn't known about, though I've since learned he's a camp follower, and I suspect I'll enjoy having him about. Maybe going the wrong way in this game isn't such a bad thing.

Still I was impatient to get back the Emerald Grove, so I scrutinized the maps a little more carefully (another skill I'm still developing) and finally got to Lae'zel, sent her captors on their way by saying I'd deal with her, and then Gale shot frost on the her cage's bottom to get her down. Then I promptly sent her to camp, because the party was full, and Sara as a barbarian is a tank already. Also, reading some meta about how she probably viewed the druids made me not really want to bring her to the Grove. (And since, I've come to think I'd rather not deal with the druids' reactions to her either.)

I suppose I'm not supposed to ask how we even have a camp, when we've been doing nothing except walk around since landing in the area. Or why, when we finally returned to the Grove entrance and went in, we found Aradin and Zevlor right there arguing as if the goblin fight had still happened only moments ago. Though at least Wyll had found time to go further inside and resume his fighting lessons before we recruited him.

I've heard plenty of how Wyll is hard done by and underused by players. I kept him with the party, partly because we were in the place he knew, and also because Shadowheart was low on health and and spell slots, so it was just as well to send her off. But when leveling him up, it was hard not to observe he really has the same spells as Gale, only fewer of them, which I suspect is one of the major problems. On the other hand, I did give him Beast Speech as an invocation, which will probably result in my using him a lot more, since the animal dialog in this game is really fun.

We ended up wandering around most of the hollow, which meant hearing about the Absolute for the first time,-but I'm pretty sure Sara won't believe in the significance of that for a while. I continued to work on trying to figure the map out, even after seeing the marker for Kagha on it, making a full circuit around the sacred pool, having an important conversation with Apikusis and a hilarious one with Volo (was kind of sorry there were no conversation options for Sara to tell him how much he was pissing her off). Then, finally, I found the entrance to take us to Kagha.

By then, the talk with Apikusis has already made clear she was a bad leader, and I happened to already know about her working with the Shadow Druids. But honestly, I'm not sure who they even are, and that's really more distant fantasy novel villainy. Her introduction scene, on the other hand, where she refers to a Tiefling child as "poison" and terrorizes her for doing as young children will sometimes do? That's something that really will hit the player hard. It hit Sara hard, too, and if she hadn't really wanted to see that healer, she definitely would've tried to intimidate her, or might have even outright attacked her to rescue the kid.

Instead, I ended up going with the nature check option of her saying imprisoning little Arabella would disrupt the balance of nature. Maybe not the best choice either, since Sara has -1 on nature, but luckily she rolled high. I immediately decided that Sara was pulling words out of her ass or possibly just trolling, and Kagha was the kind of narrow-minded arrogant that completely failed to realize this. Whether the approving Wyll or Gale realized this, I am not yet certain.

The last thing I've currently done was the conversation with Gale that immediately followed this encounter. I'm pretty sure I'm going to romance him, and one could even count that interaction as flirting, if you really stretch it.

Now, however, I am looking at next facing a scene I've seen played through twice, and heard comments about, and I think may well end with us having to flee the Grove. Which is even more of a problem when I still haven't even talked with Zorru about the possible location of the Githyanki creche yet!

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7/7/2023 DAB Chronological Transcription

Jonah 1-4

Welcome to Daily Audio Bible Chronological. Today is the 7th day of July. I'm Jill. Welcome everyone to this sort of unofficially official Daily Audio Bible holiday called The Long Walk. And because this is what's happening today, we're going to talk a little bit about this right here real quick. Today is The Long Walk at the Daily Audio Bible, and we hope that you'll get out, get out with Jesus in his father's beautiful creation and just pay attention to what you listen to. Maybe you're listening to the reading as you're walking, but maybe you could even just take the headphones off, turn the phone off and listen and pay attention to what you might hear. Really the point is just to create space for that to happen and maybe just come with no expectation. There's no way to do this a specific way- a formulated way. It's OK if you don't have some big revelation from the Lord. That's not the point. I think sometimes we get caught up in the pressure of having a big revelation from the Lord in order to feel like we're doing something for the Lord, and sometimes the Lord just wants us to be present with him. And sometimes it doesn't require words. I remember a few years ago I was working on a project outdoors with my dad while Brian and most of our kids were in Israel. And so my parents came down and spent some time with me. And my dad and I were outdoors in the cold and working on this project and I look back and it was such a sweet time together. And we didn't say anything. We said a whole lot of nothing while we were outdoors and just these funny little things happened at the same time, where my dad and I are both whistlers and we both just started whistling songs almost at the exact same time, several different times. And I will cherish that memory for the rest of my life because it was something that we did together that didn't require these moments of breakthrough where we, you know, put it all out there. And and he gave me infinite wisdom. Actually, not a lot was said at all. We passed each other, we smiled, we whistled and it was just a really sweet time together, so I share that with you to say if nothing huge happens today I hope you just remember the time that you had with your dad. That's the point of today. So we'll set that there for right now and then we will dive into the reading for today. So today we are in the book of Jonah, and since it's Jonah and the whale and takes place with some water, we're going to speak in water terms as much as I possibly can. We're going to dive in (like what I did there) dive into the book of Jonah today and we're going to tackle, I could go all day-  a brand new perspective that I hope that we might even be able to see even if we're underwater. OK, so we are pausing from Second Kings, Second Chronicles for today, going to jump into Jonah, which is really quickly becoming one of my favorite books of the Bible in the Old Testament. Reading today the book of Jonah in its entirety at chapters 1, 2, 3 and 4. And this week, we're reading in the Evangelical Heritage version. Jonah Chapter 1.

Commentary:

Let's just talk about this Jonah. So when I was in Sunday school as a little girl, one of my favorite things I have ever owned was this little envelope with a piece of like felt or something. And then we had these little fish - velcro maybe and little Jonah doll type men figure - paper figures that stuck on. You could put Jonah in the whale and take him out of the whale, as the Sunday school lesson went on. And obviously this was a story of obedience as I've heard it- interpreted as such pretty much my whole entire life. But recently different parts of the scripture have hooked me, pun intended a hook, line, and sinker right to the bottom. Let's point out a few things that are imperative to understand to the story. Jonah is in northern Israel and God calls him to Nineva, which is not the town he's in nor the town that he's from. God is calling him to deliver a message to a people that he is not even a part of. Another thing that we should consider in this story is that Nineva is one of the largest cities in the world at that time. So God calls him to go to this big booming town and deliver a message from a God that they don't even believe in, in a city where he is not from and is not a part of this people group. Sounds like a party waiting to happen right now. You try to be the one person outnumbered in a group of 5-10 people. You know what that feels like. So Jonah does what probably any of us would do. He gets on a boat and goes to Tarshish instead. Sounds like a good plan. Maybe Tarshish had good shopping, I don't know. But as the Bible states, he is clearly leaving, going away, far away from the presence of the Lord. And then we know what happens with the storm and the sailors. Here's another interesting part to this story that I've never considered before until now. The cargo that was thrown over the ship was more than likely supplies that the people needed and the ship was taking to Jonah's decision of disobedience. Affected a lot of people. And it affected a lot of people negatively. OK, the story moves on. Jonah, of course, gets tossed over the side of the boat, and the men then live in the great fear of the Lord. I hope you didn't miss the part that in Jonah 's disobedience in throwing the cargo over the boat, which is going to affect many people's lives in blatant disobedience, the Lord provided a large fish to swallow Jonah, and Jonah was in the belly of the fish three days and three nights. God shows mercy on Jonah. Now we know that the mission had not been accomplished just yet because he has not delivered the message to Nineva. But God provides a whale for Jonah to hang out in the belly of the whale for three days and three nights. That's usually where the story ends. Let's continue. Jonah delivers the word of the Lord to the city of Nineveh, and the men of Nineveh believed God. And God saw their actions, that they had turned from their evil way. He relented from the disaster which he said he would bring on them, and he did not carry it out. Story is still not done yet. Jonah becomes very angry and he has this conversation with God. Isn't this what I said when I was still in my own country? This is why I fled to Tarshish, avoided Ninevah. Because I knew that you are a gracious and merciful God, slow to anger and abounding in mercy, and you relent from sending disaster. Here it is. This is the point right here that I have missed so many times reading the story. How many times do we need God's unfathomable, abounding mercy, his graciousness, his relentless love in pursuit of us? But we get angry when he shows it to other people that we have deemed unworthy. Sit with that today. Maybe we can just consider the grace required for our own lives that we maybe take for granted. That which is so freely given to us. And why we withhold it? From anyone else I could start naming off reasons why we do this, but I just I'll pray and I'll trust that Holy Spirit will reveal to each one of us what that answer is. Why do we get visibly angry when God provides to others that which is so freely given to us?

Prayer:

Father, we thank you for these words that can hit us like waves. They can take us so off guard. I believe that's the point to break us out of our comfort zones. To break us out of the patterns that we have followed for so long. This the status quo- that changes never and nothing ever changes. And I pray that even as we hear these words, that we receive them with the compassion that you so freely give to each and every one of us. And I ask Holy Spirit that you soften our hearts. That we sit with the weight of the grace, the endless, endless proportions of grace that we have been given in our lives and that we would come to a conscious understanding that to whom much is given, much is required. Father I thank you for moments such as this and these today that we experience that calls us forward to repentance, repentance to change, change to your redemption that we can do things differently than we have done them or differently than that which was done to us. No more excuses. We take ownership and we move forward into the grace that you so freely give us. And may we pour out to overflowing, so that we can meet others that we come in contact with, with the same grace and the same mercy that you have given to us. We pray this now in the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit. Amen.