#bouge here i come

[presidentkittycherk]

back to being a "tailors apprentice" (fashion classes n costume shop stitching... sigh...)

"Fellas I'm going back New York (What for?) I apprenticed a tailor before the war He said I could go back anytime Now look around, we're fighting amoungst ourselves Now, we're losing ground And I'm broke, I'm broker than the locals I'm broker than Ben Franklin's broken bi-focals And I am broke down, tired and exhausted I feel like the war is over, but no one told us we lost it!"

IM SO LAZYYYY I NEED TO PACK FOR SCHOOOOOOLLLLL............ feeling like hercule mulligan rn. y they cut this song make me wanna die. any wayyyyys. just a little update bcs im sitting as i type procrastinationg packing........ sigh.

[kagakuoniryu]

Part 2 of the alastor x reader I written when I wasn't feeling well at all

Summary : a new guest you knew from your past life arrive at the hotel, she was that one person who bullied you throigh high school, but she mooks too angelic to be guilty

Code : E/n (ennemy/name)

Tags : fem reader, etablished relationship, angst for the most part, there will maybe be a part 2, mentions of bullying, reader is TRAUMATIZED, english is not my first language, may have some inaccuracy about the show since I'm just projecting, and of course probably ooc characters

After that talk in alastor's room, you hardly left yours limiting contact with everyone...

Well, mostly everyone, nifty still passed by everyday to clean up a bit and chase the boug, you were thankful for it, she didn't treated you differently, she was the same sadistic, boys driven, bug hater lady you met, and you could talk her ears off

"Niff ? What do you think about E/n ?" You started warily, you never openly talked to her about it surprisinly until now

"Oh I hate her !"

Shocked you asked her to go on ; E/n, hated ? The E/n you knew...Well...she presented to others ?!

"Why is that ? Did something went wrong ? Did she hurt you ?!"

"She always interrupt my dead roack show ! She says it's weird and disgusting ! She even killed a roach before I could and that is an heinous crime"

You gulped, noting mentally that to stay in nifty's good side, you better let her kill the roaches herself

"But...isn't it weird how everyone like her ? And how they think she's genuinely nice ? Even alastor likes her !"

"And everyone likes alastor until they he shows his nature !" With that nifty finally stabbed that roach she was after

"You...have a good point...she's showing them what they want to gain what she wants...but...what does she wants...?"

"I don't know ! I have a lot of cleaning to do ! Goodbye !"

"Wait nifty !"

And the door was closed, you sighed, well...it was good for as long as it lasted you guessed...you needed a plan, but you couldn't think clearly in this hotel...you couldn't go to Rosie too...she ADORED E/n and they had their regular tea party...crashing to your friends place weren't use at all, one they adored her, two, it was still the hotel and three, since your words with angel you kinda ghosted them all, thinking they couldn't hurt yiu if you ghosted them before that ; your fiancee radio station maybe ? No, too obvious, and he spend all his goddamn time up there...and he isn't the exact definition of "privacy"...you thought for a second about mimzy, but that girl hated your guts for no reason...or well...maybe because alastor humiliated her last time...

Finally, a bell rang in your head ; alastor ! That's your solution ! He gave you a spare key of his actual house outside of the hotel, and he barely goes there since he is in his tower during the day and at the hotel at night !

Picking minimal stuff, just a few clothes, a notepad and a pencil, even leaving your proposal ring behind, not wznting to be distracted by alastor himself you rushed outside, surprising everyone in the lobby until you came crashing down into alastor

"My, my, my dear, someone here is in a rush"

"Uh yeah...I needed fresh air, you know, the old stuff, figured I could go camping ?"

Alastor's gaze darkened as he looked at your ring finger, well, lack of ring on your ring finger

"And does camping prevent you from wearing you ring ? Or perhaps you youngster has a different definitiln of camping that back in my day, because decades ago, men could hunt even with they wedding ring, and yet you can't sleep with it on ?"

"I just wanted some alone time, calm down al' if anything, send a shadow my way kf you don't trust me, I know you don't anyway for a few weeks now"

Without letting him finish you left the hotel, you almost feel pity to charlie, she'll have a very pissy alastor in her hands until you come back

Arriving at alastor's home you let yourself in, now you needed to brainstorm !

One hour...

Two hours...

Three hours...

Three hours and about 3 cups of tea in...you have little next to nothing for an idea...how the hell are you gonna show this pest real face ?! You needed a real confrontation with her, but she'll never gave it to you, and if she did, she would have a backup plan, just like when you were alive...alive...

That's it !

One of your imps friend that owe you one could go to the living world ! He could retrieve your phone and you could prove your point !

Getting everything ready, and after many days, the phone in your hands, you plugged it in for it to charge and once at 100 % your rushed to the hotel

"Guys ! I got my phone back I-"

Entering the hotel, they were all playing a board game together, not caring about where you went...but you've been gone for at least a good week or two now...did you mattered so little ?

"O-oh...Y/n...you're here ! We...uh...were playing monopoly ! You...wanna join us ?"

Charlie tried akwardly, chukling nervously at your empty expression

"No, I was happy to prove my point, but I guess it's no use, she is better than me anyway, charlie, I guess you can take an other sinner in...I quit the hotel..."

You missed the way her eyes showed her heartbreak at this sight of you, giving up, she really failed you this time ; as you went upstair to make your bags, the boarding game night was ruined, and alastor teleported right into your room

"Hello ma chère (my dear), may I know where you're planning on going ?"

"I don't know al, far ? You all won it, always pushing me to the side, y'all fucking won it"

"I believe such swearing isn't proper in a ladie's mout-"

"Well for once I'll fucking swear if I'll fucking please al ! Because none of you wwants to believes in me ! You knew me long her and you choose her ! Just...go and date her ! It's her speciality to just date whoever has been with me before anyway..."

"What do you mean...? Y/n...?"

No terms of endearment there, that was rare for alastor, even before you both started dating he was affectionnate and using pet names, he always does with women, just a way to make them feel appreciated

"What do you mean 'what do I mean' you didn't knew how my ex boyfriend cheated on me with her and that's why we stopped being friends ?!"

"No, actually...she told us the other way around, that she found her perfect someone...and that you tried to seduce him and flirt with him and when he exposed you you bullied her"

"Bullied her ?! She made my life hell before getting down here ! After I blocked her everywhere she used our common friend she turned against me or even her sister's social media to stalk me down !"

"Well, my dear, I do want to believes you, you know I love you, but I can't without proper proof"

Taking your phone's out of your pocket, and guiding alastor because of his obvious lack of modern technology skills, you showed him your call journal from that time, the recording, the screenshots, everything that proved you were in your right mind

"Well...my beloved, it seems I owe you an apology, with her honey words it seems I lowered my guard and lacked dicernment, could you forgive me ?"

Alastor put in hand gently on your cheek, lifting your face, you nuzzled against his hand before hugging him tight

"Apology accepted...and thank you...thank you so much for listening, even if it costed you to use modern technology"

"As long as you delete that picture I took by accident"

"I'll make it my wallpaper~"

"I'll rip this thing piece by piece"

Going downstairs with alastor was a relief, like a gentleman he offered his arms for you to hold onto as charlie jumped on you

"I'm SOOOO sorry to have neglected your feeling Y/n please !! I didn't mean to ! You were a good friend of all of us and would all feel awful if you were to really leave !!" She started, before being interrupted by alastor

"Well, my dear charlie, it seems someone is still leaving, but not our dear Y/n, someone who's suprisingly not that keen on getting redeemed it seems"

You saw E/n visibly tense as alastor grabs her rather forcefully

"Could you PLEASE tell all the others persons present here what happened between you and my lovely Y/n over here back when you were alive"

"I...I already told you didn't I...? She bullied me ! Y/n is just a mean bully and I always felt uneasy around her" E/n tried to defend herself, nervously sweating

"Really, care to explain this ? My dear best friend" you showed one of the most incriminating piece you had on your phone to the others, making their eyes go wide, and all fell into pieces, E/n wasn't trying to redeem, she was trying to ruin your life, all over again

She felt that for some reasons, many years ago, you were better than her, and that she needed what you had, by any mean and any ways, instead of finding her own hapiness she wanted to steal yours

Vaggie and alastor both kicked her out, charlie tried to say maybe she could be redeemed, but when alastor said that if he saw that girl put a foot near the hotel again he would turn her into jambalaya for everyone to eat...she was feeling rather discouraged

But that was okay, one bad sinners couldn't stray her from her dream ! Everyone in the hotel also apologized in their own way for not believing you and putting back through all your traumas all over again, and of course you forgave them

Alastor also made you a special contract this night, you could pet his ears, all night long, if the next day you didn't told the others about it

And of course you took the deal

~THE END~

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Well, I don't know if this one was longer or shorter than the previous part, I went along with the random imp going back on earth as an easter egg of helluva boss and also because I was stuck in my story !

It's nice to have a catharsis like this to be honest, I don't know if I'll write request or just silly story in one or multiple parts for hazbin hotel you can still send some in if yoj feel like it, just know that I'd be delighted to write for alastor again, he's my all time fav of the show

I hope you enjoyed it !!!

[h0ranghaae]

from the first hi to the first i love you, chapter I:

the first time we stayed alone (but in the crowd)

mason mount series

genre: angst, fluff, smut, comedy attempts

warnings: language

word count: 2,7k

a/n: god knows i wanted it to be a one-shot thing, but then i realized how many chapter ideas i got, so i didn't want to rush and make it look like a brief description of each timeline. please, please tell me what you think about it 🤧 all genres and warnings will depend on a chapter!! (the story starts on may, 14th, 2023)

"Babe, I'm really sorry, but they'll eat me alive if I don't finish it in time," your best friend, Sonia, says with pleading eyes, and you pout. You came to London from Manchester to spend your week off with her, but her boss had different plans. "I know, I promised you a fantastic time here, so I've figured things out for tonight."

"How so?" the interest in your voice is genuine.

"I asked Mason to take you out today, so get ready for The National Gallery, the tickets are already boug-"

"Whoa, stop talking so fast – I know you want to confuse me so I will say yes," you place both of your hands on the kitchen table to steady yourself – mentally. Sonia looks closely at you across the table, so you continue. "Firstly, my fantastic time can only be spent with my best friend, not with her husband's friend."

"But you've known each other for around three years," she scowls. "He gave you so many rides."

"When I was with you," you protest. "When your Ricky was with us. And, secondly, The National Gallery? I can admire you, sitting in front of your computer, with the same pleasure."

"No, you’re going with Mason. You need to get out. Besides, he already bought the tickets. When he’s done at the training center, he will pick you up – so you have, like, two hours to get ready."

You sigh. Sonia feels guilty for not being the best entertainer – but you never expected her to be one. Still, she comes up with the weird decision you can’t decline yourself, because then you will be the one who feels guilty. Also, you are pretty sure Mason said yes to her for the same reasons.

Mason is a nice, polite, funny guy with warm doe eyes and a perfect nose. But he is not your friend. You don’t really know how to act around him – partly because you are sure that if not for Ricky, your paths will never cross. He is from a different planet – a planet of fame, interviews on national channels, trips all around the globe, and big money. And you don’t have a rocket to visit this faraway planet.

There is another reason to avoid him like a plague, though.

You have a little – or medium-sized – crush on him and you can’t allow it to gain any control over your brain. Or your heart especially.

"Do you want me to help you with your hair?" Sonia asks you, and you narrow your eyes at her through the bathroom mirror.

"Aren't you supposed to be working?" you huff, wrapping a strand of your hair around the barrel of the curling iron.

"I took a break," she rolls her eyes. "It's like you're getting ready for prom and the school heartthrob is already waiting for you at the bottom of the stairs. I can't miss it."

You shake your head at her giggles. "You're acting like a crazy teenager."

"Then why are you smiling?"

"Because you're funny!" you exclaim. "It's just Mason, and suddenly you're making a big deal out of it."

"But you're finally getting to the next level with him," Sonia raises her eyebrows, and you finally turn to face her, finished with your preparations.

"Yeah, from getting lifts anytime I'm in London to going to museums without even planning and wanting it. Besides, don't forget there is Jacob back in Manchester."

"Yeah," she rolls her eyes for the second time in less than three minutes. "When was the last time you saw him? Two weeks ago? Three? Sounds legit, for sure. Absolutely worthy."

Your weak attempt to disagree is killed with the sound of the intercom, and you're relieved you don't have to come up with delusional excuses to make your (almost) relationship with Jacob look not that bad as it is in reality.

You really like him, and you're so ready to open your heart to him – if you haven't done it already – but the local DJ (and you're wondering why this pathetic fact of him still doesn't give you an ick) is too busy, afraid, or just stupid to commit to anyone.

Or just to you. Or it's you who are just stupid.

"The heartthrob's here!" Sonia yelps, already pressing the button to let Mason in. You've never seen her move that fast. She was the worst at PE in high school.

"Oh dear God," you sigh, while putting on your jacket. Well, it's way easier to act annoyed when your knees are weak because of how nervous you are. You're right, you tell yourself, a very pale version of yourself in the mirror, it's just Mason, the old good lad Mason, and you're just making yourself crazy for nothing. At the end of the day, you really like Mason and don't want your frustration to be projected onto him.

Things with Jacob will get better, and even if Mason isn't your friend, you can still have a good time together tonight. And he can become your friend. And just the thought of it makes your heart swell.

"Hi there," you turn your head toward his gentle voice, always remembering how surprised you were the first time you heard him speak. His voice is so delicate and warm — the exact opposite of how manly he looks.

"Hi," you return his smile, letting him pull you in for a side hug.

"I didn't know you were in London until yesterday," Mason says.

"Yeah, because you weren't on my bingo card," you muse. "But the best event planner ever knows better, I suppose."

"Oh, get out already and let me work and you have fun. And don't come back earlier than after 4 hours. You know the directions, Mason, so take my bestie and go," Sonia taps on the wall next to the front door.

"Never felt more welcomed, bestie," you say, following Mason out of the apartment. And while he's standing in front of the lift, pressing the silver button, you turn to Sonia to whisper, "Text me every two minutes, so he won't think I'm some sort of hermit."

"Constant notifications can kill the vibe," she whispers back.

"What the fuck?" you make your words audible only for her. "That makes no sense."

"Sorry to interrupt, ladies, but the metal carriage is waiting," Mason distracts you, and Sonia takes this opportunity to shut the front door of her apartment. "After you," he gestures for you to step into the lift first, and you can't help but smile at him, entering the cabin.

The doors are closed now, and you're standing extremely close to him so you can smell his cologne – magnetic and just... Delicious.

"I like your perfume," you blurt out. "Is it Tom Ford?"

He hums in agreement, a smile playing at the corner of his lips. "You're lucky, I took a shower after training. Just for you."

"How thoughtful," you reply. "But if I'm really lucky today, the universe will spare me from your amazing jokes."

"Nah, you're not that lucky, sorry," and with this, your trip through eighteen floors of the building is over. "Buckle up and let's explore the art. But let me warn you," he places his hand on your shoulder in a secretive manner and whispers in your ear, "The real art is you and me, so be ready – people will stare."

"Are we late?" you ask, and Mason just shrugs, scratching the back of his neck, totally unsure. The doors of the gallery are closed, despite his several attempts to pull and push the door handles.

"It seems to be fate," Mason says with a smile. "So, Starbucks for starters?"

"Just admit you manifested it," you follow him, silently appreciating that he slowed his usual pace for you. "I doubt you ever wanted to go here."

"Yeah, that's why I picked you up at five o'clock – I knew they close at six."

"Really?!"

Mason stops and looks at you in pure disbelief, "Of course not," he huffs. "It was sarcasm," he explains, but can't suppress a giggle escaping his mouth.

"You're so unserious," now it's your turn to huff, but when he places his hand on your lower back while you cross the road at the green light, you're suddenly out of words.

Your skin burns at this spot despite two layers of clothes – not a good sign at all. But the questions that are generated in your head – oh, they're even worse. Why does he do it? To make sure you're matching his pace? Does he want you to be safe? Did Sonia ask him to do so? Do all well-mannered men do it?

Does he like you?

The disgustingly sweet coffee you both ordered at Starbucks helps you get rid of these confusing and unnecessary thoughts. Not for long, unfortunately.

"I can feel my teeth rotting at this moment," Mason moans after taking a sip from his cardboard cup. "But it's so good. Let me taste yours."

You willingly hand him your cup, and he wraps his palm around yours, positioning both of your hands higher – this simple action makes you hold your breath without even realising it.

"Wow, that was easy to get," he laughs and wraps his lips around the straw.

"Drink it already," you roll your eyes. "And I will start praying that you don’t have any contagious diseases."

He makes a face at you, swallowing the coffee like it's fish oil – or something even worse tasting. "You should have warned me – it's terrible. Right now, I'm doing my best not to stick out my tongue in disgust."

"Oh, Mason, you're so brave. Thank you for telling us your story," your hand slides out of his tender grip as you continue to walk. "For the record, mine has one syrup less than yours."

"It's what you call a difference maker."

"Stop it already, I know it's a reference to you on the pitch," you laugh. You genuinely laugh. Mason is effortlessly funny – you knew it already, but today you finally had a chance to experience it to the maximum. And he's witty too – amazing with words, and you really like the way he talks – passionately, but in a calm voice, looking straight in your eyes, following every reaction of yours.

Mason closes the distance between the two of you in one wide step and lowers his head to your level. "By the way, I don't have any diseases," his whisper causes goosebumps all over the skin of your neck and you hum in response. "For the future."

The future and you are divided by a distance, you think, while Mason and you, at least at this moment, are not.

He insisted that you have to sit not across from each other at this fancy restaurant in the heart of London, but next to each other, and you silently agree, not wanting to miss the opportunity to feel him closer. His shoulder brushes yours when he's slicing the steak, and you turn your head to him.

"Did you make the reservation months in advance or did your fame help you sneak in ahead of turn?"

Mason just smiles at you, even though he's not happy that you asked the question while he's chewing and can't respond to your words, and you raise your brow.

"I'm surprised you're not talking with your mouth full," you mock him, and he playfully rolls his eyes.

"I booked it three months in advance," he says as you thankfully nod at the waiter refilling your glass of wine. "Three months ago, I knew that May fourteenth would be marked as our first date on my wall calendar."

"Oh, that infamous Mason's wall calendar with pictures of kittens?" you half expected him to say something along those lines, something bold yet simple, but what you didn't expect was him handing you his fork with a slice of meat on it. The gesture was nice, caring, and... heartwarming?

"Kittens in flower gardens," Mason corrects you as a content smile appears on his features when you take the slice off the fork and into your mouth, chewing slowly.

The food is great, the wine is even better, and your entertainer is one of England's most eligible bachelors. Sometimes life is good.

"It's a shame you can't drink," you whine, holding Mason by his forearms, and he shows his perfect teeth, still not destroyed by the sugary coffee he had, in a wide smile.

"Let's drink when I'm on summer break?" he suggests, his hands rubbing your sides. His chocolate eyes follow yours, and you can't help but get magnetised by his soft gaze. He calls your name softly, feeling that he has to get the needed answer from you. "So, how does it sound?"

"See you on your summer break then," you lightly pat his chest and he laughs.

"What about before? You know I'm all fun even sober."

"Let's see, Mason. It's not like I have a door in my Manchester flat that leads me directly to you."

"It's changeable, though," he says, looking above your head. It feels like he's talking more to himself than to you, but you elaborate anyway.

"Changeable? Mason Mount, are you a constructor of a teleportation machine?" you ask in mock disbelief.

"Maybe so," he plays along, and you laugh. Suddenly, after five glasses of fine wine, everything Mason says sounds even funnier than before.

He wraps his arms around your shoulders, and you mirror his motion, holding onto his waist.

"Thank you for today," your voice is muffled as you mumble into his beige bomber jacket – which smells just so amazing, enveloping you in an aroma cloud. "I really liked it."

"So did I," Mason says, and you're thankful he doesn't reject your clingiest side, never breaking the hug you dragged him into in the first place. "Pinky promise we will go out more?"

"Sure, but I'm done for today," you say. "It's a good thing you didn't drink, though – at least I have you as my personal driver back home."

"Oh, look at you," he imitates an adoring voice. "Making me feel so needed and desired."

"In high demand, yep," you confirm. "Promise me I'm your favorite passenger."

You can feel Mason pulling back from the hug so he can raise his pinky, and you shove off his hand with a smile. The dark-haired man smiles back at you, so sweet and tender – it makes your poor heart beat a hundred times faster.

"Oh my god," Sonia squeezes you in a hug as soon as you get to her apartment. "You look so happy! And... Wait a second, are you drunk?"

"Not drunk, just a little tipsy, that's all, but-"

You tell her everything, trying not to sound too excited, and Sonia, being the best friend ever, asks for every possible and impossible detail. Seizing the opportunity, you ask the same question you asked Mason in the restaurant.

"Does it matter?" Sonia asks in return. "Other things are way more important!"

"No, they're not. What if the only reason we ended up in this restaurant was that he was dumped by someone? Or did he dump someone? And here I am, just a backup plan."

"Oh, shit," Sonia breathes out, and you lift your head, your fingers stopping their random patterns on the soft material of the cushion. Well, you’re anxious now. "You're already thinking about it, aren’t you?"

You roll your eyes as she laughs, but when you stay silent, she goes on. "I’m pretty sure he’s famous and rich enough to get a reservation in four hours max. You had a wonderful evening – all kudos to me – so don’t spoil the aftertaste with your thoughts!"

"Yeah, my thoughts… Completely unnecessary as always," you laugh, raising your hands in defeat.

It was a wonderful evening, and you even want to jokingly think that this evening proves that all "bros before hoes" manifestos can be thrown out of the window, but, in reality, you can’t. Because Mason, as you thought before, is closer to becoming your bro than anything else. But at the end of the day, the distance will divide Mason and you again. You and your long-distance friend.

[wwalkingcontradiction]

I forgot I actually needed to introduce the Bouges so here’s the whole thing if you wanna know. I’m not gonna tell you the WHOLLEE thing yet because I added extras at the beginning. But here’s where it turns into an Au -

At the end of AAT, Fenchurch is transported back with Arthur, and by sheer probability and my will, Arthur does not transport randomly throughout the galaxy. Him and Fenchurch are still as I remember it (I haven’t gotten thru the series again yet but I think that’s it) going to look for colleges for Random. Arthur is so happy and Fenchurch is happy but confused why Arthur is so happy, because nothing had changed for her. So they continue and come back as promised, Random goes to college and she does what she does. Since Arthur really has nothing left to do, and he has the love of his life back, he decides he finally wants to settle down. He knows he’d said that a million times before and he never really stopped wanting to settle down, but he meant it this time. So he begins to search on his guide, with the help and opinion of Ford and Fen. They finally land on a planet that was logged by only 1 hitchhiker, in which the blog was very old. It describes of ‘only a few civilizations scattered among the planet, including the Bouges, the Vaelas, and the Tahm. Most (emphasis on MOST) of them are harmless. Just watch out for the Vaelas’. They were a little concerned about the last statement, but decided that between a huge mountain and loads of desert, they don’t need to worry. After some discussion, they pack up and meander their way over (Probably through Zaph). They build themselves a house tucked away in a corner of a vast (as vast as it can be on the tiny planet) forest and large mountains. They live happily together, already befriending the local towns folk. They call themselves people of the west, as they have little contact due to the enormous gushing river between them. Sometime a long while later, Random comes back to Mistrule. With a child in her arms and dark streaks running down her face, she tells about how to run in presidential elections (yes, she wants to become the president. I don’t know where I’m getting that from it might be in the book but idk she just is going to be. She needs to be great.) She had chopped out a section of her brain, for it was “getting in the way”. To celebrate, her and Zaph went out drinking to her new projected presidency. Stumbled back to thog, and Zaph drunkenly sat on the improbability button and pressed it (shattering the glass in the process). They went through the whole process, reality was soon set. Probably still drunk, they don’t take long to hear in a child’s cries down the halls: Random searches, to find an infant wailing, lying on the shattered Petri dish that was once her brain. She took it all the way to Arthur, cuz of course she couldn’t take care of this baby while she was president. Arthur, Fenchurch, and Ford are all given the option to adopt a child. It’s an immediate yes and they get to work preparing a room. Random thanks them, and goes back to being the president. This child grows up with her family and the residents of the land, the Bouges. This is where Alax Bugsby and Elai Ferwoud are from, and their families. This is an entire civilization that has been evolving for a good couple thousand years. I can get farther into the evolutionary track later if we want. Next! They live happily for a while, until Ophelia is around the age of 12. Alax confesses his love for her, which causes Elai to break down because he’s in love with Oph. Ophy I honestly just so distressed she made her best friends fight. So she goes back to her house and cries for a bit. Fenchurch asks her what’s wrong, and like a good mother goes to comfort her daughter. Yet this is a BREAKdown, and accidentally with her powers (yes this baby has powers. She is the creation of imagination personified) that she can’t control well, accidentally ends up with Fenchurch dead. She freaks the fuck out, doesn’t even tell arthur, just picks up her mom and starts flying to fucking anywhere. She ends up at the ocean, where she lays her mother down. Arthur only found out and followed because there was a trail of blood coming down from the sky to the ground and no daughter or wife to be found. - (1/3)

[artist-l-e]

Beedle and Boug

There he stood, shaky hands clutching onto a good sum of rupees as for a bundle of bananas. But now that he was here, it all felt too real. Was Beedle really second guessing himself now? Now that he had found the frog statue? All he'd have to do would be to just drop his offerings in the stone bowl and he'd be done with it. But was it really worth it? He swallowed hard, closing his eyes to think of the prick that had drove him here in the first place. And remembering his face sure helped make that decision easier.

Steeling himself, he finally let go of the payment and it didn't take long for a Yiga novice to reveal himself from a puff of smoke. Twirling one of their infamous sickles in his no doubt skilled hands, he bowed down with it behind his back and asked. “Who's the mark?” He wasted little time, but Beedle hesitated. “...Horace... About medium height, blonde... He should be on his way to Akkala.” The novice nodded. “Anything else I'd need to know?” Beedle dug into a pocket, producing a small pouch. “I'm... willing to pay extra, if you were to get me something from Horace's possession.” “What is it?” “A beetle.”

Silence.

“You serious?” The novice asked, professional demeanor and posture gone. “Dead serious.” Beedle confirmed, now firmer on his conviction. “Look, man, I get it, but-” “Listen! It's a Stagnox beetle!” “A WHAT? Aren't those from like three kingdoms over?” “They are!” Beedle said, barely able to contain his growing excitement. “Super rare. They don't come close to Hyrules green pastures!” “It's not even their breeding season!” “I know right? I'd give anything to see one, but that jerk wouldn't let me have a peek!” The novice let an indignant gasp, before he readied his weapon. “Yeah, no, okay, I'll get you that bug. That one's on me!” Beedle's eyes shimmered in awe, whispering a quiet “Thank you” as the novice stomped off to find his target.

[galaxylover06]

BRO I WILL CRY BC YOUR PFP MADE MY DAY LOOK AT THE LITTLE SILVER I NEED TO PROTECT HIIIMMM OMGGGGGGGGG

PFFFFT THANK YOU!

I've actually been meaning to share this with my Tumblr for the unaware!

This little Silver actually has some lore!

His name is "Silbor" and his creation was through drawme, a site let that's you share anonymous drawings!

Originally used to just mess with FerretFresh on Twitter

However when scrolling through my TL I kept coming across more and more people asking for anonymous drawings, and at some point decided I wanted to hit every single one, using the phrase

" Get Silbored "

(there's a ton more of these btw lmao)

I thought this was just a meaningless prank. I assumed it would give a quick laugh and then be forgotten about

But oh I was SO unprepared

That next morning I woke up to find that a public case was opened in a group effort to figure out who the "anonymous Silborer" was, with the first guess being me!

This made sense, I had left many hints, liking A LOT of the Silbor tweets, doodles in recent artwork, I knew I couldn't keep this up any longer.

So a couple hours later I made a public announcement confessing to being the one behind Silbor! People laughed, I had some fun discussions, and that's where the story should end.

here's where the amazing stuff happens.

First off, I didn't Silbor only my fellow mutuals, I did it to anyone I could find and more importantly, I Silbored some far larger creators that I freaking ADORED

so you can only begin to imagine my shock when I check and find that artists I have admired for a couple years at this point had actually begun to follow me

and it's really weird to say it now as I kinda considered myself friends with alot of them now.

Eventually, I see my follower count rise, and begin to tweet about it ofc, and to my surprise I got ALOT of support.

Soon I tweeted out that if I hit 1k, I'll change my pfp to Silbor...

And that is how a goofy throwaway meme had me thrown into the sonic community spotlight for a hot minute, made me connections with huge creators, and took me from 600 followers to 1k+ overnight.

And as promised I changed all my pfps to Silbor!

This goofy idea has actually grown into a full on AU, lovingly named the "Sobic AU"

and so far, the cast is made up of

Sobic, Shabow, Silbor, Bouges, Aby, Baze, Tikol, Knockles, Baos!

And yes, MANY shit-post have been created through this

(sorry for such a long answer, I just wanted an excuse to talk but this thing lmao)

[limetimo]

RAB FICS I READ (June pt 1)

With a thief to the gallows by zvzam james and regulus conspire to get regulus out, james wants regulus to come too

the golden king by maladaptivewriting my god so good, regulus wakes up in 1991 as an 11 yeard old and wows to protect harry. oh and also he's pretending to be sirius' son from france

this thing was a masterpiece by mraudersmoon wolfstar with background jegulus

Of Lies and Cowards by ItsYlva

I'll keep you safe by Fenrir13 regulus gets chomped by grayback, here comes Werewolf Tutor Moony! This one is SO. GOOD.

Hogwarts Knows Better, Brother Knows Best by ItsYlva hogwarts and regulus prevent sirius suicide

Leaving And Growing Up by Engie_Ivy some fuckery gets explained and wolfstar is good to sail again

You’re Not On Your Own, Kid by rsbarelle

Mauvais jour de cheveux by Xo_flower Minnie McG can't deal with the black brothers' spats today. somebody has to, tho.

and the memories were lost long ago (but at least you have beautiful ghosts) by effing_potato (Kingdom01) ghost regulus helps remus destroy horcruxes, raise harry and clear sirius' name. very good.

Thinking Of You by aithusarosekiller regulus/remus

what is dead may never die by sisyphusss kreacher saves regulus and takes him to wolfstar

It Might Have Been A Nightmare by AQuietThinker sirius finds out about regulus' sacrifice

Nadir by Ceruleanembers regulus refuses to die

The Filth by ScreamingFae roseStarChaserKiller office sexy times

The Gryffindor Sweater by Trex_patronus in the afterlife, everyone makes fun out of REgulus for wearing Sirius' gryffindor sweater to the cave

tell them i was happy (and my heart is broken) by BlueSundayCake regulus dies for a bit but has to deal with the consequences of his own actions. unfair

 Thing Like Stars in the Dark by toliveinthesky reguulus survives the cave but he's pretty chomped on and bedridden on sirus and remus' sofa. and there's also the matter of his muggleborn french girlfriend who just found out he's been using a fake name the whole time...

Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy by TakeSwimmingLessons pretty much your typical regulus runs away to alphard jegulus ensues fic

Nothing Fades Like the Light by Rollercoasterwords 1980s cowboys zombie outbreak jegulus wolfstar au. the angst is real and so delicious, happy ending.

Ice by soliloquy_dawn too hot for sex jegulily smut

Declared False Start by Wanderingdonut swimmer regulus

Dial Drunk by Wanderingdonut modern times brotherly angst

Maybe This Time (alternatively: once more, with feeling!) by ghostregulusfest, Wanderingdonut this is AMAZEBALLS!!!!! REGULUS BOSSES THE INFERI AND STARTS A TRAVELLING ACTING COMPANY

Pretty boy by soliloquy_dawn jegulus smut ft top reg in skirt

Dance of the Bacchantes by soliloquy_dawn aboverse sexy times

A Life Like This by ImpishTubist sirius, james and remus said bye-bye to the war and lived peacefully ever after. 23 years later they find out that Sirius' parents did the nasty and got him a much much much younger younger brother, who then nearly single-handedly ended the war and now he's here and wants to make friends. age diff Jegulus

Some Things Never Change by JBlackMalfoyRosier PWP sirius/regulus

This Spark Of Black That I Seem To Love by JBlackMalfoyRosier jegulus, rosekiller, starcahserrosekiller, sexy times and also some plot?

Aftercare by JBlackMalfoyRosier Regulus comes home from his top surgery and his bfs make him feel better

What Master Wants by odysseushatepage Kreacher/REgulus crack

Kreacher's glow-up by fr0gfairy1 Kreacher/REgulus crack

Sweet Dreams Are Made of This by Anonymous Kreacher/regulus getting married

Professor Black (WIP) by CLBoden AU where Snape is replaced with REgulus, it changes some things mostly general attitude

birch trees loom by AllLivesMatter CRYING SCREAMING LYING ON THE FLOOR Avengers/HP crossover, from Avengers 1 to Endgame, Refulus is Black Widow, Evan is captain america James is the hulk ect ect, prepate tissues and selfcare supplies before going it ♥♥♥♥♥

in the boughs of the fir-tree by AllLivesMatter more Evan's POV of the above re: his and reg's unfullfilled potential

Hurtin’ by Bunny17 sad jegulus cuddles

Regulus Black's Dating Guide for Beginners by altaiswrites fake-date your crush to real-dating, by Regulus Black, Regulus/Severus

t Runs in the Family by altaiswrites uncle alphard visiting the black brothers

Inescapable, I'm not even gonna try (And if I get burned, at least we were electrified) by RegulusBlackKinnieBecauseITooFearWater remus sirus and james having consensual kinky fun with regulus PWP

beg for divinity (in my breath) by grimstars jegulus PWP

Cruel Winds by BlueSundayCake regulus recruits severus for horcrux hunting

Innocence by SkyFireForever

Crownless King   by SigynNightmare this was a good one

Shattered sanctuary by Coriaria *DE mission goes wrong* Refulus and Severus: well fuck. maybe lily will save our bollocks? I think it was a good one but it's been a month

Brighten the Dark by skeptique for onbeinganangel regulus is bakk and harry has hots for him

[cator99]

Weren't u in a band? What did u do in it & u got any yt vids of u guys floating around?

I don't think I've ever shared that information on here, but yes, I was in a few, and we sucked, so no. We only ever performed at open mic nights, dive bars, and charity events. I was frontman. Actually there was one band I was in that was veering fast into not-totally-sucking territory and we got positive feedback but things fell apart pretty quick after our bassist and guitarist got into a physical altercation over whether or not their home was indeed a punk house, which would determine if the bassist would be required to do the dishes more than once a month. The guitarist was an ex suburbanite. He pretended to be cool with the way the rest of his household lived because he was a self proclaimed radical marxist tankie and trying to be in touch with the working poor while being in the dl about the fact that his dad owned a business that he worked for (which spurred much debate over wether or not he was "petit bouge"). But hey, he was the only one of us who had been put in any sort of real musical lessons (whatever my goof guitarist dad tried to do w me didn't count), which drastically improved our sound. The guitarist called the cops on the bassist for coming after him brandishing a cast iron pan, thus spurring accusations of transphobic murder attempt via cop... which is kinda hard to come back from..... I tried to bring the ftm I was dating at the time into the fold as a replacement, (honestly he was way more musically knowledgeable than any of us, we would have been lucky) but then our drummer was like going through a transition-induced divorce and moved away..... which, if you have any idea how drummers work, caused half of the city's bands to fall apart. Transgenderism ruins the party again. So, to try and once again fill in the gaps, my friend who sometimes acted as my co-writer asked their partner- a solo electronic musician who performed at festivals who I had never been introduced to due to this person's antisocial reputation- to come jam with us.... but seeing as that individual and the bassist were ex-fuckbuddies, and- as should go without saying considering all prior information about them that I've given- both mentally unstable transwomen... I'm sure you can imagine why that wasn't the right move... they tried to grin and bear it and be mature adults about the whole thing..... however, this person turned out to be really just beyond obnoxious, agressively trampling any input from anyone, it was just going nowhere and I felt exhausted even trying because, where I used to be the one who had a cohesive plan- and artistic vision, dare I say- that could be followed through on very directly, and my bandmates trusted me enough to stay on it, suddenly we were all trying to do something different, all fighting for control, on top of the fucked up evil psychosexual energy between the co-writer, the synth freak, and the bassist, and then myself and my boyfriend who were on the verge of ending things... and all of our ideas clashed and whenever one of us was satisfied with something another would feel the exact opposite. We were running in circles. The one thing we all seemed to agree on was how irreconcilable our creative differences were. I only flirt with the thought of making music for personal reasons anymore because I think being a musician nowadays is quite frankly very embarassing, for the most part. I wouldn't want to get involved in that shit even as a joke. I know this answers more questions than you asked but this is a blog I'm not here to just be like "yes, and no." Actually, you know what, we had in fact recorded some stuff with that shitty electronic artist, but I disliked that person so fucking much that I never bothered to ask for the files.

[ms-demeanor]

Also:

If your computer is over 5-7 years old but is still working for you that is fine! You don't have to replace your computer because of an arbitrary age. "Functioning" as we define it at my job means that a computer will run the latest standard operating system and the latest versions of various types of business software because that is what is required for a computer to work for an office; a home computer doesn't have to have the same specs to stay functional for a user who is just doing email and internet, which is what most home users use their computers for.

*However* the reliable lifespan of hard drives and ssds is a lot firmer and it isn't planned obsolescence or an attempt to degrade lifespans of consumer devices, it is simply due to the limitations of the hardware. After about five years of use, HDDs and SSDs are more likely to fail. HDDs will give you some warning about this (reporting bad sectors, clicking noises, if they fail data can likely be recovered for a fee), but when SSDs fail they fail catastrophically (they just don't turn on and the data is gone). That is not to say that your drives will automatically fail at the five year mark, it just means that they are much more LIKELY to fail at the five year mark. So now that you know this, you should take steps to prevent a failing drive from ruining your life. Get a large external hard drive and save regular image and file backups from your computer, and if your backup drive is five or more years old buy a new one and copy any important data to the new drive then use the new drive for new backups. You should also get a thumb drive and create a windows recovery disk if you haven't already done so. And you should keep in mind that thumb drives also have an expected lifespan of about five years, depending on frequency of use. And you can also just proactively replace your storage drives on a schedule before they fail to extend the lifespan of the device. If you plan on upgrading the hardware in your computer at five year intervals (a good plan if you don't want to or can't replace an older computer! I support this plan! This is what most people should do!) then you will likely never experience a drive failure on your device.

ALSO here are things that my customers frequently don't consider that can get a lot of life or functionality out of an older/broken computer:

If your laptop screen fails and you can't afford to replace it, go to a local thrift store, get a monitor, then go online or to best buy and get the cable to connect your laptop to your new monitor. Thrift stores have monitors for about 20 bucks and a cable will cost 7-15 dollars, which is a hell of a lot cheaper than $75-150 for a replacement screen and whatever labor would cost. This will mean that your laptop is not a laptop anymore, but it can still be a computer for you.

If your computer doesn't have enough USB ports get a USB hub. A lot of laptops come with only one USB port these days, and many desktops come with 4 or fewer, so an 8-port hub is a great idea.

People are making computers without ethernet ports these days (evil) but you can get USB to Ethernet adapters (here is one by a reliable manufacturer). This is bad and I hate it and I'm sorry.

If the keyboard or touchpad on your laptop fail and you can't afford to replace them, get a USB keyboard or laptop. You can get very small wireless keyboards that will allow you some measure of portability, and there are even keyboard/touchpad combos that you can get.

Talk to like three friends and go in together on a USB CD/DVD drive to share. Most computers, even most desktops, don't have internal optical drives these days, but external readers are available for a wide variety of prices and it is not something that you are going to need every day.

Those things seem pretty obvious, I'm sure, but they just don't occur to a lot of people. Also like at least three of those tips are "if your computer didn't come with hardware it should have then store-bought is fine" and I recognize that that is bullshit but at least if you have your own ethernet port, usb ports, and optical drive it immediately becomes less of a concern if your computer has those things AND you'll be able to use those external components with multiple devices if you want to.

Also I know nothing about gaming specs or video cards but Paul's Hardware on Youtube has a 75-video playlist about video cards that I suspect will have answers to many of the questions people have about graphics cards.

So You Need To Buy A Computer But You Don't Know What Specs Are Good These Days

Hi.

This is literally my job.

Lots of people are buying computers for school right now or are replacing computers as their five-year-old college laptop craps out so here's the standard specs you should be looking for in a (windows) computer purchase in August 2023.

PROCESSOR

Intel i5 (no older than 10th Gen)

Ryzen 7

You can get away with a Ryzen 5 but an intel i3 should be an absolute last resort. You want at least an intel i5 or a Ryzen 7 processor. The current generation of intel processors is 13, but anything 10 or newer is perfectly fine. DO NOT get a higher performance line with an older generation; a 13th gen i5 is better than an 8th gen i7. (Unfortunately I don't know enough about ryzens to tell you which generation is the earliest you should get, but staying within 3 generations is a good rule of thumb)

RAM

8GB absolute minimum

If you don't have at least 8GB RAM on a modern computer it's going to be very, very slow. Ideally you want a computer with at least 16GB, and it's a good idea to get a computer that will let you add or swap RAM down the line (nearly all desktops will let you do this, for laptops you need to check the specs for Memory and see how many slots there are and how many slots are available; laptops with soldered RAM cannot have the memory upgraded - this is common in very slim laptops)

STORAGE

256GB SSD

Computers mostly come with SSDs these days; SSDs are faster than HDDs but typically have lower storage for the same price. That being said: SSDs are coming down in price and if you're installing your own drive you can easily upgrade the size for a low cost. Unfortunately that doesn't do anything for you for the initial purchase.

A lot of cheaper laptops will have a 128GB SSD and, because a lot of stuff is stored in the cloud these days, that can be functional. I still recommend getting a bit more storage than that because it's nice if you can store your music and documents and photos on your device instead of on the cloud. You want to be able to access your files even if you don't have internet access.

But don't get a computer with a big HDD instead of getting a computer with a small SSD. The difference in speed is noticeable.

SCREEN (laptop specific)

Personally I find that touchscreens have a negative impact on battery life and are easier to fuck up than standard screens. They are also harder to replace if they get broken. I do not recommend getting a touch screen unless you absolutely have to.

A lot of college students especially tend to look for the biggest laptop screen possible; don't do that. It's a pain in the ass to carry a 17" laptop around campus and with the way that everything is so thin these days it's easier to damage a 17" screen than a 14" screen.

On the other end of that: laptops with 13" screens tend to be very slim devices that are glued shut and impossible to work on or upgrade.

Your best bet (for both functionality and price) is either a 14" or a 15.6" screen. If you absolutely positively need to have a 10-key keyboard on your laptop, get the 15.6". If you need something portable more than you need 10-key, get a 14"

FORM FACTOR (desktop specific)

If you purchase an all-in-one desktop computer I will begin manifesting in your house physically. All-in-ones take away every advantage desktops have in terms of upgradeability and maintenance; they are expensive and difficult to repair and usually not worth the cost of disassembling to upgrade.

There are about four standard sizes of desktop PC: All-in-One (the size of a monitor with no other footprint), Tower (Big! probably at least two feet long in two directions), Small Form Factor Tower (Very moderate - about the size of a large shoebox), and Mini/Micro/Tiny (Small! about the size of a small hardcover book).

If you are concerned about space you are much better off getting a MicroPC and a bracket to put it on your monitor than you are getting an all-in-one. This will be about a million percent easier to work on than an all-in-one and this way if your monitor dies your computer is still functional.

Small form factor towers and towers are the easiest to work on and upgrade; if you need a burly graphics card you need to get a full size tower, but for everything else a small form factor tower will be fine. Most of our business sales are SFF towers and MicroPCs, the only time we get something larger is if we have to put a $700 graphics card in it. SFF towers will accept small graphics cards and can handle upgrades to the power supply; MicroPCs can only have the RAM and SSD upgraded and don't have room for any other components or their own internal power supply.

WARRANTY

Most desktops come with either a 1 or 3 year warranty; either of these is fine and if you want to upgrade a 1 year to a 3 year that is also fine. I've generally found that if something is going to do a warranty failure on desktop it's going to do it the first year, so you don't get a hell of a lot of added mileage out of an extended warranty but it doesn't hurt and sometimes pays off to do a 3-year.

Laptops are a different story. Laptops mostly come with a 1-year warranty and what I recommend everyone does for every laptop that will allow it is to upgrade that to the longest warranty you can get with added drop/damage protection. The most common question our customers have about laptops is if we can replace a screen and the answer is usually "yes, but it's going to be expensive." If you're purchasing a low-end laptop, the parts and labor for replacing a screen can easily cost more than half the price of a new laptop. HOWEVER, the way that most screens get broken is by getting dropped. So if you have a warranty with drop protection, you just send that sucker back to the factory and they fix it for you.

So, if it is at all possible, check if the manufacturer of a laptop you're looking at has a warranty option with drop protection. Then, within 30 days (though ideally on the first day you get it) of owning your laptop, go to the manufacturer site, register your serial number, and upgrade the warranty. If you can't afford a 3-year upgrade at once set a reminder for yourself to annually renew. But get that drop protection, especially if you are a college student or if you've got kids.

And never, ever put pens or pencils on your laptop keyboard. I've seen people ruin thousand dollar, brand-new laptops that they can't afford to fix because they closed the screen on a ten cent pencil. Keep liquids away from them too.

LIFESPAN

There's a reasonable chance that any computer you buy today will still be able to turn on and run a program or two in ten years. That does not mean that it is "functional."

At my office we estimate that the functional lifespan of desktops is 5-7 years and the functional lifespan of laptops is 3-5 years. Laptops get more wear and tear than desktops and desktops are easier to upgrade to keep them running. At 5 years for desktops and 3 years for laptops you should look at upgrading the RAM in the device and possibly consider replacing the SSD with a new (possibly larger) model, because SSDs and HDDs don't last forever.

COST

This means that you should think of your computers as an annual investment rather than as a one-time purchase. It is more worthwhile to pay $700 for a laptop that will work well for five years than it is to pay $300 for a laptop that will be outdated and slow in one year (which is what will happen if you get an 8th gen i3 with 8GB RAM). If you are going to get a $300 laptop try to get specs as close as possible to the minimums I've laid out here.

If you have to compromise on these specs, the one that is least fixable is the processor. If you get a laptop with an i3 processor you aren't going to be able to upgrade it even if you can add more RAM or a bigger SSD. If you have to get lower specs in order to afford the device put your money into the processor and make sure that the computer has available slots for upgrade and that neither the RAM nor the SSD is soldered to the motherboard. (one easy way to check this is to search "[computer model] RAM upgrade" on youtube and see if anyone has made a video showing what the inside of the laptop looks like and how much effort it takes to replace parts)

Computers are expensive right now. This is frustrating, because historically consumer computer prices have been on a downward trend but since 2020 that trend has been all over the place. Desktop computers are quite expensive at the moment (August 2023) and decent laptops are extremely variably priced.

If you are looking for a decent, upgradeable laptop that will last you a few years, here are a couple of options that you can purchase in August 2023 that have good prices for their specs:

14" Lenovo - $670 - 11th-gen i5, 16GB RAM, and 512GB SSD

15.6" HP - $540 - 11th-gen i5, 16GB RAM, and 256GB SSD

14" Dell - $710 - 12th-gen i5, 16GB RAM, and 256GB SSD

If you are looking for a decent, affordable desktop that will last you a few years, here are a couple of options that you can purchase in August 2023 that have good prices for their specs:

SFF HP - $620 - 10th-gen i5, 16GB RAM, 1TB SSD

SFF Lenovo - $560 - Ryzen 7 5000 series, 16GB RAM, 512GB SSD

Dell Tower - $800 - 10th-gen i7, 16GB RAM, 512GB SSD

If I were going to buy any of these I'd probably get the HP laptop or the Dell Tower. The HP Laptop is actually a really good price for what it is.

Anyway happy computering.

[l-oiseau-bleu]

Come On

Come On (Aller)

You're a freak, sweet freak

Tu es un phénomène, un doux phénomène

You like to play

Tu aimes jouer

Hypnotic, erotic, sexy little games

A des jeux sexy, érotiques, hypnotisant

You like to play

Tu aimes jouer

Just look at you

Regarde-toi

All that movement

Tous ces mouvements

All those subtle little movements

Tous ces petits mouvements subtils

You like to play, well I

Tu aimes jouer, eh bien

Baby believe me when i tell you that I love

Chérie crois moi quand je te dis que j'aime

I just love to play with you

J'aime simplement jouer avec toi

[Chorus]

[Refrain]

Come on come on come on girl

Aller, aller, aller chérie

Come on come on come on babe

Aller, aller, aller chérie

Come on come on come on girl

Aller, aller, aller chérie

Come here babe

Viens ici chérie

I can't stand it, I can't take much more

Je ne peux pas supporter ça, il ne m'en faut pas plus

The way you dance, oh baby

Ta façon de danser, oh chérie

You move your body like you're teasing me

Tu bouges ton corps comme pour me taquiner

Oh yeah babe, oh babe

Oh oui chérie, oh chérie

I'll love you day and night

Je t'aimerai jour et nuit

I'm with you wrong or right

Je suis avec toi que tu aies tort ou raison

I'll keep you satisfied cause satisfaction's guarenteed

Je ferais en sorte que tu sois satisfaite car (avec moi) tu es sûre d'être comblée

Oh baby, sure enough you mean that much to me

Oh chérie, bien sûr que tu comptes énormément pour moi

Girl I need your love

Chérie j'ai besoin de ton amour

Just give me all your love

Donne moi simplement tout ton amour

Love you, oh baby,

T'aimer, oh chérie

Oh right now, right now, right here, right here baby

Oh maintenant, juste maintenant, ici, juste ici chérie

[Chorus]

[Refrain]

There's no other like you in this world

Il n'y en a aucune comme toi au monde

Oh no baby, no baby

Oh non chérie, non chérie

You're so pretty I could eat you girl

Tu es si belle, je pourrais te manger chérie

Don't stop baby, no baby

Ne t'arrêtes pas chérie, non chérie

[pcttrailsidereader]

Hiking Through Mourning

We have often shared in this space our experiences as well as those of others who have found a long walk or any walk to be a time for reflection. Whether you find yourself hiking alone or with others the stage is set for opportunities to reflect, process, and discover insights. In my own experience a stretch on the PCT by myself offered me a chance to examine life choices and experiences in a deeply profound way. It has also been a common practice that when my hiking partners Jim, Rees, and I are together we share many of these same features leading to deeply personal insights and revelations.

Recently a friend of mine sent me an article from the Wall Street Journal written by author Maggie Shipstead. In the article Shipstead describes a hike she did through northern Sweden. Why she is there comes to light as her story unfolds. She was about 150 miles into her planned 270 mile hike when an unexpected pain set in. She had experienced other aches and twinges prior but now those were mostly gone and never severe enough to make her consider quitting her hike. This new pain was stabbing in her left ankle. It seem to be telling her to stop. Sadly exactly two months before her mother had died and that pain said, You must keep going.

Shipstead was hiking alone and had begun the Kings Trail or Kungsleden from the north with the goal of eventually reaching the ski town of Hemavan in the south. The route would cross many glacier flattened mountains and glacier gouged valleys. Hikers can sleep and sauna in huts along the way but she chose to sleep in a one person tent gladly putting up with the cold in exchange for freedom from the chitchat when encountering and sharing space with other hikers.

On her 13th day out she was making great time over a tundra plateau. She crossed the Arctic Circle and descended into a spruce forest filled with lush moss and slanted sunlight. Just then she felt like a bear trap had clamped around her ankle. Her stopping point, only 6 miles ahead felt much further and slowing with each passing mile. Feeling overwhelmed by misery and frustration she tossed her trekking pole at the ground and yelled into the silence. Nothing happened. All she could do was pick her pole up and keep going.

Thinking sleep might be the cure she slumbered under green northern lights. When she reached the hamlet of Jakkvik the next afternoon she could barely hobble. She only had 100 miles left to go and the hamlet offered a bus stop and the way out.

Pain is very personal and no one else can feel it. No one else can easily evaluate it either. Shipstead began texting people. Asking them if quitting made sense or would it be a sign of weakness. Would carrying on be foolish or brave? No one could give her the answer. They did ask how much it hurt. All she could tell them was, “A lot”. At this point it was difficult to determine if it would be possible to keep going, to walk every mile she had said she would. She certainly didn’t want to suffer but she did want to know life could still go on according to plan, but not everything had to be broken and incomplete. Most importantly she wanted to prove to herself that she could endure.

After the death of the author’s mother the grief she and her father were experiencing was overwhelming. She felt the best way to examine her feelings was to go where there was space and quiet and for Shipstead, that was the Arctic. Here she was facing a tremendous physical challenge joined with a deeply emotional one.

On the trail responsibilities were much more simple. She only had to feed herself, keep moving forward, and find a campsite. Reading Cheryl Strayed’s “Wild“ in her tent seemed to help her better process her grief. With limited communications to the outside world putting miles behind her only affirmed her ability to keep going. At one point she was bent over, sobbing for her mother. After a few minutes she was able to straighten up and keep walking.

In Jakkvik, Shipstead bought ibuprofen and a bus ticket. Finding a compromise and a bit of a gamble she decided not to quit completely but to leapfrog 50 miles of the trail rejoining it at the next point of access. For four days she slept in a bed, took a shower, ate food that didn’t need to be rehydrated and searched supermarkets in rural Sweden for an ankle brace. Her overuse and dozens of missteps, little tweaks under the weight of a heavy pack all combined into a significant setback. No rest days were in her master plan for the 270 miles she aimed to cover. Shipstead believed she could power through as long as she focused on her goal and kept exerting. In her view the powering through was the break or the safe place she was seeking. Sadly, she discovered the pain she was carrying along with her pack, found her. It seems pain and it’s potential can quietly reside in all of us. 

Maggie eventually bought Snickers bars and medical tape that was not really meant to be put on bare skin. Nevertheless she wrapped it around her feet and ankles like a kickboxer. This way there would be no way to get off the trail until the end, 50 more miles south. Starting out, she climbed through clouds of glowing orange fall foliage. Summer was over. Initially every little ping of pain in her boot caused a flash of anxiety, but soon she began to believe that she would be OK. Leaving behind the 50 miles she hadn’t walked felt like a loss but not a failure. By adjusting for her pain, she felt she had given herself the physical and emotional strength to reach the end of her hike. Shipstead would consider these last four days her best days. As she walked through the wilderness in the autumn light she realized she was also walking a delicate line between suffering and euphoria. She felt more alive which was the whole point of this trip. In her view, perhaps that’s the point of everything.

Autumn Huckleberries

[iamnottoph]

exactly like. it seems like half the socialists/anarchists i see on here buy into the idea that the nation-state is fundamentally required for organized industrial production, and come to the (both equally wrong) conclusions that either the nation-state is Good and Necessary Actually, or that the only non-coercive form of human organization possible is, like, some kind of vibes-based anprim-adjacent shit. (or, god forbid, some kind of petit-boug/smallholder cottagecore BS where everyone's doing fucking irl Stardew Valley)

tbh in regards to insulin production id rather trust the beings who are genetically coded to like caring for each other than an impersonal system of violence but thats just me though.

fascinating -- & are these beings 'genetically coded' to know how much insulin is needed and where on a daily basis and where it's most efficient to manufacture it and how many workers are necessary to do that manufacturing and how many people need to be training in that manufacturing each year to keep that number consistent with natural turnover and how much should be stockpiled in case of emergency and what standards of quality and safety it should be held to and how to test those standards and how to secure all the supply chains and logistics necessary for manufacturer to happen in the first place &c. &c &c...

[fanf1ctionwrit1n]

Captain America: The Winter Soldier

Sam sits against a tree, catching his breath, and Steve walks over to him.

“Need a medic?” Steve questioned, and Sam laughed,

“I need a new set of lungs. Dude, you just ran like 13 miles in 30 minutes.” Sam replied.

“I guess I got a late start.”

“Oh, really? You should be ashamed of yourself. You should take another lap.” Sam hesitates for a moment, “Did you just take it? I assumed you just took it.” He stated sarcastically.

“What unit you with?”

“58, Pararescue. But now I'm working down at the VA. Sam Wilson.”

“Steve Rogers.”

“Yeah I kind of put that together. Must have freaked you out coming home after the whole defrosting thing.”

“It takes some getting used to. It's good to meet you, Sam.”

- - -

Steve gets a text, and looks back up to Sam, “Alright, Sam, duty calls. Thanks for the run. If that's what you wanna call running.” They shake hands,

“Oh, that's how it is?”

“Oh, that's how it is.”

Sam laughs, “Okay. Any time you wanna stop by the VA, make me look awesome in front of the girl at the front desk, just let me know.”

Steve Rogers: “I'll keep it in mind.”

Sam Wilson: “Okay.” Natasha pulls up in her car by the curb and rolls down the window,

“Hey, fellas. Either one of you know where the Smithsonian is? I'm here to pick up a fossil.”

Steve Rogers: That's hilarious.

- - -

Flying over the Indian Ocean Steve, Natasha, and y/n are with SHIELD agents, led by Brock Rumlow.

“The target is a mobile satellite launch platform: The Lemurian Star. They were sending up their last payload when pirates took them, 93 minutes ago.” Rumlow stated.

“Any demands?” Steve questioned.

“A billion and a half.”

“Why so steep?” You pondered.

“Because it's SHIELD's.” Rumlow responded.

“So it's not off-course, it's trespassing.” Steve stated.

”I'm sure they have a good reason.” Natasha replied.

“You know, I'm getting a little tired of being Fury's janitor.”

“Relax, it's not that complicated.”

“How many pirates?”

“Twenty-five, top mercs, led by this guy. Georges Batroc.” Rumlow responded. He shows you guys a photo of Batroc on the monitor.

“Ex-DGSE, Action Division. He's at the top of Interpol's Red Notice. Before the French demobilized him, he had thirty-six kill missions. This guy's got a rep for maximum casualties.” You stated.

“And you just happened to know this off the top of your head?” Natasha questioned.

“Well I'm not hot like you, so I rely more on my brain.”

“Did you just call me dumb?”

“No, I called you hot.”

“Hostages?” Steve questioned, ending you and Natasha’s conversation.

“Uh...mostly techs. One officer, Jasper Sitwell.” He pulls up Sitwell's photo on the monitor. “They're in the galley.”

“What's Sitwell doing on a launch ship? Alright, I'm gonna sweep the deck and find Batroc. Nat and y/n, you'll kill the engines and wait for instructions. Rumlow, you sweep aft, find the hostages, get them to the life-pods, get 'em out. Let's move.”

“STRIKE, you heard the Cap. Gear up.” As you're all getting ready to dive off the jet, Steve speaks into his radio. “Secure channel seven.”

- - -

After jumping out the jet, Steve dives into the ocean and climbs onto the ship, beating everyone on the deck before anyone raises the alarm. He's interrupted by one of the pirates pointing his gun at him

“Bouge pas! Bouge pas. (Don't move! Don't move.)” He's shot dead by Rumlow as he lands on the deck behind Steve.

“Thanks.”

“Yeah. You seemed pretty helpless without me.” You and Natahsa parachute down onto the deck to join them.

“What about the nurse that lives across the hall from you? She seems kind of nice.”

“Her? She seems kinda like a bitch.” You stated.

“Secure the engine room, then find me a date.” Steve responded. You rolled your eyes,

“I'm multitasking.” Natasha claimed. You and Natasha jump down to the lower deck.

- - -

“Well, this is awkward.” Natasha states, and you glance over at Steve.

“What are you doing?” He questions.

“Backing up the hard drive. It's a good habit to get into.” 

“Rumlow needed help. EIther of you were perfectly capable, what the hell are you doing here?” Steve walks over to Natasha and looks at what she’s backing up.

“You're saving SHIELD Intel.”

“Whatever I can get my hands on.”

“Our mission is to rescue hostages.”

“No. That's your mission.” You stated. 

“You're not even doing anything!” Steve shouted.

“I'm making sure she doesnt die! Yes, she's perfectly capable but,” You took a pause before whispering, “I can't lose her.” Just then, Natasha finishes and pulls the flash drive out. As you and  Natasha go to leave, Steve grabs her arm. You stop, not leaving without her.

“You both just jeopardized this whole operation.”

“I think that's overstating things.” You claimed. Batroc rises and throws a grenade at you guys before running off, Steve deflects the bomb with his shield, grabs Natasha and jumps through a window before it explodes, and youre following just seconds behind.

“Okay. That one's on me.”

“You're damn right.”

- - -

Steve walks into Fury's office, “You just can't stop yourself from lying, can you?”

“I didn't lie. Agent Romanoff and Agent Parker had a different mission than yours.”

“Which you didn't feel obliged to share.”

“I'm not obliged to do anything.”

“Those hostages could've died, Nick.”

“I sent the greatest soldier in history to make sure that didn't happen.”

“Soldiers trust each other, that's what makes it an army. Not a bunch of guys running around and shooting guns.”

“The last time I trusted someone, I lost an eye. Look, I didn't want you doing anything you weren't comfortable with. Agent Romanoff and Parker are comfortable with everything.”

“I can't lead a mission when the people I'm leading have missions of their own.”

“It's called compartmentalization. Nobody spills the secrets because nobody knows them all.”

“Except you.”

“You're wrong about me. I do share. I'm nice like that.”

- - -

As Steve is walking to his apartment he hears his neighbor talking on the phone as she goes to do her laundry.

“That's so sweet. That is so nice. Hey. I gotta go, though. Okay, bye.” She says, turning to face Steve, “My aunt, she's kind of an insomniac.”

“Hey, if you want...if you want, you're welcome to use my machine. Might be cheaper than the one in the basement.” Steve states.

“Oh, yeah? What's it cost?”

“A cup of coffee?”

“Thank you, but um...I already have a load in downstairs, and, uh...you really don't want my scrubs in your machine. I'm just finished orientation in the infectious diseases ward, so.”

“Ah, well, I'll keep my distance.”

“Well, hopefully not too far.” Steve nods and turns to head inside his apartment. “Oh, and I think you left your stereo on.”

“Oh. Right, thank you.”

“Yeah.” 

- - -

“I'm sorry to have to do this, but I had no place else to crash.” Fury apologizes. He writes another text and shows it to Steve, ‘SHIELD compromised’.

“Who else knows about your wife?” Steve questions. Fury shows him another text, ‘You and me’.

“Just...my friends.”

“Is that what we are?”

“That's up to you.” Suddenly Fury is shot and collapses, Steve looks out the window for the shooter before quickly dragging Fury to the next room. Before he leaves Fury hands him the flash drive. “Don't...trust anyone…” Fury passes out. Steve hears someone entering his apartment and hears his neighbor calling out to him.

“Captain Rogers?” Steve sees her walking in, gun pointed, “Captain, I'm Agent 13 of SHIELD Special Service.”

“Kate?”

“I'm assigned to protect you.”

“On whose order?” She sees Fury lying on the ground, injured,

“His.” She goes to Fury then contacts SHIELD through her radio, “Foxtrot is down, he's unresponsive. I need EMTs.”

“Do you have a twenty on the shooter?” The agent asked. Steve notices the shooter through the window.

“Tell him I'm in pursuit.” Steve smashes through his window, running after the assassin. Steve chases him through an office building, smashing through walls and doors. Once he catches up with the assassin on the rooftop, he throws his shield. The assassin catches it with one swift move, and then throws it back to Steve before jumping down and disappearing from his sight.

- - -

Natasha goes to the hospital and meets up with you and Steve, watching as the doctors operate on Fury.

“Is he gonna make it?” She questions, leaning into you.

“I don't know.” You replied, your voice barely a whisper.

“Steve. Tell me about the shooter.”

“He's fast and strong. Had a metal arm.” Agent Hill joins them, Natasha lips parted, her eyes flashing with recognition but quickly masking it as she knows exactly who Steve was talking about.

“Ballistics?” You question.

“Three slugs, no rifling. Completely untraceable.” Agent Hill said.

“Soviet-made.” Natasha stated.

“Yeah.” They watch in shock as Fury's state suddenly deteriorates.

- - -

“Don't do this to me, Nick. Don't do this to me.” Natasha stated. You all watch the doctors, continuing to revive Fury, but he’s still flatlining. Steve turns away as they finally call the time of death.

“What's the time?” The doctor questioned.

“1:03, Doctor.” The female nurse informed them.

“Time of death, 1:03 a.m..” The doctor clarified. Steve looks down at the flash drive Fury had given him.

- - -

You, Natasha, and Steve are in a room. Fury's body laid out, Natasha has tears running down her face, and Hill joins them.

“I'm so sorry.” You whisper to Natasha. She gives you a small smile, before leaning back into you. ‘God. why could you just tell her how you felt?’ you thought, ‘Oh right, she’s an assassin.’

“I need to take him.” Hill says. Steve goes over to you and Natasha.

“Natasha.” She doesn't respond, instead she tenderly touches Fury's head, and walks out. You and  Steve follow behind. “Natasha!”

“Why was Fury in your apartment?”

“I don't know.” Then Rulmow walks in, “Cap, they want you back at SHIELD.”

“Yeah, give me a second.”

“They want you now.”

“Okay.” Steve turns to Natasha

“You're a terrible liar.” She says before walking off. You hesitate, debating on if you were to follow Steve, or follow Natasha. You opt for following Natasha.

“Y/n!” Steve called.

“What?” You questioned, facing Steve again.

“Why do you always stick with Natasha? It could be anyone, but you chose her.” You look in the direction Natasha went, making sure she wouldn't hear.

“Love.” You walked off before he could respond.

- - -

“What's on this drive?” Steve questioned

“Project Insight requires insight. So I wrote an algorithm.” Dr. Arnim Zola informed them.

“What kind of algorithm? What does it do?” Natasha questioned.

“The answer to your question is fascinating. Unfortunately, you shall be too dead to hear it.” The doors start to close, Steve throws his shield in an attempt to stop it, but he's too late.

“Steve, we got a bogey. Short range ballistic. 30 seconds tops.”

“Who fired it?” He asked.

“S.H.I.E.L.D.”

“I am afraid I have been stalling, Captain. Admit it, it's better this way. We're both of us...out of time.” Dr. Arnim Zola stated. Steve notices a small opening on the ground, he throws the metal door aside and just as the place explodes he throws himself and Natasha into the hole and protects them with his shield. He manages to get them out from under the building rubble just as STRIKE agents arrive to roam the area for them.

Rumlow arrives at the scene, noticing a footprint in the dust. “Call in the asset.” He stated.

- - -

At his home, Pierce goes to his kitchen to get a drink when he sees the Winter Soldier sitting behind him with his gun on the table when his housekeeper calls out.

“I'm going to go, Mr. Pierce. You need anything before I leave?” Renata questioned

“No. Uh...it's fine, Renata, you can go home.” Pierce responded.

“Okay, night-night.”

“Good night.” Renata leaves, “Want some milk?” The Winter Soldier doesn't reply. “The timetable has moved. Our window is limited. Two targets, Level Six.” He pours himself a glass of milk and then joins the Winter Soldier at the table. “They already cost me Zola. I want confirmed death in ten hours.” Renata interrupts them as she enters the kitchen.

“Sorry, Mr. Pierce, I...I forgot my phone.” She notices the Winter Soldier.

“Oh, Renata. I wish you would have knocked.” He picks up the gun from the table and shoots her.

- - -

Returning home from his morning run Sam hears a knock at his door, he opens the door to see Steve and Natasha.

“Hey, man.” Sam greets.

“I'm sorry about this. We need a place to lay low.” Steve states. 

“Everyone we know is trying to kill us.” Natasha clarifies. Sam pauses a moment before replying,

“Not everyone.” Sam let's them enter. Later that night, as Steve and Natasha are cleaning up, Steve notices Natasha with a pensive look on her face.

“You okay?”

“Yeah.”

“What's going on?”

“When I first joined SHIELD, I thought I was going straight. But I guess I just traded in the KGB for HYDRA. I thought I knew whose lies I was telling, but...I guess I can't tell the difference anymore.”

“There's a chance you might be in the wrong business.” Natasha smiles faintly,

“I owe you.”

“It's okay.”

“If it was the other way around, and it was down to me to save your life, and you be honest with me, would you trust me to do it?”

“I would now. And I'm always honest.”

“Well, you seem pretty chipper for someone who just found out they died for nothing.”

“Well, I guess I just like to know who I'm fighting.”

“I made breakfast. If you guys...eat that sort of thing.” Sam says. 

- - -

“Natasha?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you have feelings for y/n?”

“I- uh,” she hesitates, “The question is, who in SHIELD could launch a domestic missile strike?

“Pierce.”

“Who happens to be sitting on top of the most secure building in the world.”

“But he's not working alone, Zola's algorithm was on the Lemurian Star.”

“So was Jasper Sitwell.”

“So, the real question is: how do the two most wanted people in Washington kidnap a SHIELD officer in broad daylight?”

“The answer is: you don't. Sam states, dropping a file in front of Steve.

“What's this?”

“Call it a resume.” Natasha picks up a photo of Sam with his pararescue team.

“Is this Bakhmala? The Khalid Khandil mission, that was you.” She looks at Steve, “You didn't say he was a pararescue.”  They look at the photo of Sam with his colleague,

“Is this Riley?” Steve questioned.

“Yeah.”

“I heard they couldn't bring in the choppers because of the RPGs. What did you use, a stealth chute?” Natasha asked. 

“No. These.” Sam said, handing Steve a file. Steve proceeds to open and read the file,

“I thought you said you were a pilot.”

“I never said pilot.”

“I can't ask you to do this, Sam. You got out for a good reason.”

“Dude, Captain America needs my help. There's no better reason to get back in.”

“Where can we get our hands on one of these things?”

“The last one is at Fort Meade, behind three guarded gates and a twelve-inch steel wall.” Steve looks at Natasha who simply shrugs.

“Shouldn't be a problem.” Steve throws down the file on the table.

- - -

After their meeting is over, Sitwell walks out of the building with Senator Stern.

“Should I get it checked?” Senator Stern asked.

“I think you should.” Stern walks away before Sitwell gets a call from Pierce. He turns to his men, “I need a minute. Bring the car around.” His men leave and Sitwell answers the phone, “Yes, sir?”

“Agent Sitwell, how was lunch? I hear the crab cakes here are delicious.” Sam states.

“Who is this?”

“The good looking guy in the sunglasses, your ten o'clock.” Sitwell looks around but doesn't see him, “Your other ten o'clock.” He turns the other way, noticing Sam sitting a few feet away from him. “There you go.”

“What do you want?”

“You're gonna go around the corner, to your right. There's a gray car, two spaces down. You and I are gonna take a ride.”

“And why would I do that?”

“Because that tie looks really expensive, and I'd hate to mess it up.” Sitwell looks down at his tie and sees a small red light from the gun being pointed at him.

- - -

The Winter Soldier lands on the car roof, pulls Sitwell out through the window and throws him into the oncoming traffic, killing him. He starts to shoot at you guys until Steve pulls the brake handle making the Winter Soldier drop down onto the street. Another car smashes into the car and pushes you guys along, the Winter Soldier jumps back onto their car, smashes through the windscreen and pulls out the steering wheel.

“Shit!” Sam cursed. You and Natasha start shooting at him but the Winter Soldier jumps onto the vehicle behind you guys, as the car is being pulled off the road Steve holds on to the car door.

“Hang on!” he breaks open the door, holding onto you, Natasha and Sam, we slide on the car door through the streets. 

- - -

The Winter Soldier briefly takes Steve's shield, and throws it at him, and Steve manages to avoid being hit. Eventually, Steve manages to stop the Winter Soldier's arm, and throws him away, his mask falling off in the process. He lands, and looks at Steve.

“Bucky...?”

“Who the hell is Bucky?” - - -

Eventually, you hear sirens, and are surrounded by HYDRA agents moments later.

“Drop the shield, Cap! On your knees! Get on your knees! Now! Get down! Get down!” Rumlow demands and Steve holds his hands up.

- - - 

“It was him. He looked right at me like he didn't even know me.” Steve stated.

“How's that even possible?” Sam questioned, “It was like seventy years ago.”

“Zola. Bucky's whole unit was captured in '43, Zola experimented on him. Whatever he did helped Bucky survive the fall. They must have found him and…”

“None of that's your fault, Steve.” Natasha chimed in.

“Even when I had nothing, I had Bucky.” 

You notice Natasha, bleeding from her shoulder, and look at the guards. “We need a doctor. If we don't put pressure on that wound, she's gonna bleed out here in the truck.” 

- - -

“Mission report.” Pierce states, and Bucky doesn't respond. “Mission report, now.” he moves closer to Bucky and strikes him hard in the face.

“The man on the bridge…” Bucky starts, “Who was he?”

“You met him earlier this week on another assignment.”

“I knew him.” Pierce sits in front of Bucky,

“Your work has been a gift to mankind. You shaped the century, and I need you to do it one more time. Society is at a tipping point between order and chaos. Tomorrow morning we're gonna give it a push. But, if you don't do your part, I can't do mine, and HYDRA can't give the world the freedom it deserves.”

“But I knew him.” Pierce turns to the scientists,

“Prep him.”

“He's been out of cryo-freeze too long.” One of the scientists informs him.

“Then wipe him and start over.”

- - -

Steve and Sam make their way to the Helicarriers. “Hey, Cap, how do we know the good guys from the bad guys?” Sam questioned.

“If they're shooting at you, they're bad.” Steve replied. Sam flies off and Steve heads down, the HYDRA agents start shooting at them, and Sam flies around avoiding getting shot.

“Hey, Cap, I found those bad guys you were talking about.”

“You okay?”

Sam flies off as the HYDRA agents continue to shoot at him, “I'm not dead yet.”

Pierce watches from the window the commotion caused by Steve and Sam trying to stop the helicarriers launching, he turns to Singh.

“Let me ask you a question. What if Pakistan marched into Mumbai tomorrow, and you knew that they were gonna drag your daughters into a soccer stadium for execution?” Pierce hands Singh a glass of champagne, “And you could just stop it with a flick of the switch. Wouldn't you? Wouldn't you all?”

“Not if it was your switch.” Singh replies, and tosses the glass aside. One of the HYDRA agents hands Pierce his gun and he points it at Singh, suddenly Hawley kicks Singh away, then takes down the other HYDRA agents in the room before taking the gun and pointing at Pierce, she then removes her disguise to reveal it's Natasha]

Natasha Romanoff: I'm sorry. Did I step on your moment?

- - -

“People are gonna die, Buck. I can't let that happen.” Steve said. Bucky stares at him coldly. “Please, don't make me do this.”

Seeing Bucky won't back down, Steve throws his shield at him. As they fight, Steve manages to bring up the targeting blade system, but as Bucky attacks him the chip falls from Steve's hand.

- - -

“You know me.” Steve states.

“No, I don't!” Bucky shouts, lashing out at Steve with a punch.

“Bucky, you've known me your whole life.” Bucky hits him again, and he chooses not to fight back. “Your name...is James Buchanan Barnes.”

“Shut up!” He hits Steve again.

“I'm not gonna fight you.” Steve takes off his mask and drops his shield out of the Helicarrier. “You're my friend.” Bucky charges at Steve, throwing him down to the ground.

“You're my mission.” He punches Steve in the face 6 times.

“YOU'RE. MY. MISSION!”

“Then finish it…” Bucky, holding his fist up, begins to hesitate. “Cause I'm with you...to the end of the line.” Bucky looks at Steve as if he's starting to remember everything that they've been through, but just then, the bottom of the Helicarrier crashes into the bottom of the glass dome, sending Steve down into the river below as Bucky watches while hanging from a metal bar. As Steve slowly sinks into the bottom of the river, we then see him being pulled out of the water and dragged onto the shore by Bucky before the latter turns and walks away from the scene.

- - -

“Do you solemnly swear to tell the truth the whole truth and nothing but the truth?” the bailiff questioned.

“I do.” Natasha responds.

- - -

“I do.” You respond.

- - -

“Why haven't we yet heard from Captain Rogers?” The Committee General questioned.

“I don't know what there is left for him to say. I think the wreck in the middle of the Potomac made his point fairly eloquently.” Natasha responded.

“Well, he could explain how this country's expected to maintain its national security now that he and you have laid waste to our intelligence apparatus.”

- - -

“HYDRA was selling you lies, not intelligence.” You informed him.

“Many of which you seem to have had a personal hand in telling.” The Committee General responded. 

“Agent, you should know that there are some on this committee who feel, given your service record, both for this country and against it, that you belong in a penitentiary, not mouthing off on Capitol Hill.” Scudder stated.

“You're not gonna put me in a prison. You're not gonna put any of us in a prison. You know why?” You questioned

“Do enlighten us.”

- - -

“Because you need us. Yes, the world is a vulnerable place, and yes, we helped make it that way. But we're also the ones best qualified to defend it. So if you want to arrest me, arrest me. You'll know where to find me.” Natasha stated.

- - -

“We've been data-mining HYDRA's files. Looks like a lot of rats didn't go down with the ship. I'm headed to Europe tonight, wanted to ask if you'd come.” Fury stated. 

“There's something I gotta do first.” Steve responded.

“How about you, Wilson? Could use a man with your abilities.”

“I'm more of a soldier than a spy.” Sam responded.

“Alright then.” Sam and Steve shake Fury's hand, “Anybody asks for me, tell them they can find me right here.” He looks to his gravestone and walks away, you and Natasha joining Steve and Sam.

“You should be honored, that's about as close as he gets to saying thank you.” You told them. “Not going with him?” Steve questioned.

You shook your head, “No.”

He looks at the both of you, “Not staying here?”

“We blew all our covers, we gotta go figure out a new one.” Natasha stated.

“That might take a while.”

“I'm counting on it. That thing you asked for, I called in a few favors from Kiev.” She hands Steve a file, “Will you do me a favor? Call that nurse.”

“She's not a nurse.”

“And you're not a SHIELD agent.” You stated.

“What was her name again?”

“Sharon. She's nice.” Natasha stated. She kisses Steve on the cheek, and you feel a little jealous, and she turns to walk away. “Be careful, Steve. You might not want to pull on that thread.”

As you and Natasha walk away, Steve opens the file. While he does, Sam walks over to Steve.

“You're going after him?” Sam questioned. 

“You don't have to come with me.” Steve questioned.

“I know. When do we start?”

Marvel: @arethosepotatoes

All: @sade-shark

[hypallepse]

french 00s emoteens rats

For @terrortracks —Day 2: Pairing

HickeyGibson as french emoteens in the 00S. Rap, rock, pop and musical.

Those were my songs when I was a teenager and I'm gifting them to my rats because I can. It's half-silly half-serious but I won't say which part is which.

TRANSLATIONS AND VARIOUS RAMBLING UNDER THE CUT

1 – La Boulette (Génération nan nan) (tr: The Ball/Loser/Fuck-up (The nope nope generation)), by Diam’s

→ Iconic rap song in the 00s, many references to French politics in the rest of the song. Hickey listens to that.

Y a comme un goût de haine quand je marche dans ma ville y a comme un goût de gène quand je parle de ma vie y a comme un goût d'aigreur chez les jeunes de l'an 2000 y a comme un goût d'erreur quand j'vois le taux de suicide me demande pas s'qui les pousse à casser des vitrines j'suis pas la mairie j'suis qu'une artiste en devenir moi j'suis qu'une boulette me demande pas si j'ai le bac moi jai que le rap et je l'embarque et je l'embrase je le mate car je l'embrasse

There's like a taste of hate when I walk in my city There's like a taste of discomfort when I talk about my life There's like a taste of bitterness among youngs of the 2000's There's like a taste of error when I see the suicide rate Don't ask me what makes them break windows I'm not the major, I'm just a fledgling artist Me, I'm just a Boulette Don't ask me if I have my bac (highschool diploma) I only have rap, but I embark it, I set it ablaze, I love it cause I embrace it

(translation by: https://lyricstranslate.com/fr/la-boulette-boulette.html-0#songtranslation )

2 – Jeune et con (tr: Young and stupid), by Saez

→ Billy listens to it, Neil pretends to like it too.

Encore une soirée où la jeunesse France Encore elle va bien s'amuser puisqu'ici rien a de sens Alors on va danser faire semblant d'être heureux Pour aller gentiment se coucher mais demain rien n'ira mieux Puisqu'on est jeune et con Puisqu'ils sont vieux et fous Puisque des hommes crèvent sous les ponts Mais ce monde s'en fout Puisqu'on est que des pions Content d'être à genoux Puisque je sais qu'un jour nous gagnerons à devenir fous

Once again, another evening where France youth Again, it's gonna have fun, since nothing makes sense here So we're gonna dance, pretend to be happy In order to gently go to bed, but tomorrow nothing will be better Since we are young and dumb Since they are old and mad Since people die under bridges And this world doesn't care Since we are nothing but pawns Happy to kneel Since I know that one day we will end up mad

(translation by: https://lyricstranslate.com/en/jeune-et-con-young-and-dumb.html)

3 – Palabra mi amor, by Shaka Ponk

→ It’s about Neil. And Billy is a little sick of it.

je prend mon temps sans plus attendre je bouge mon cul sur mon divan le déluge viens pour mes enfants et dans les diners je m'étends sur le sujet, évidemment je suis l'sauveur, je suis savant je suis savant je suis savant i am a man made of joy and pain

I'm taking my time without taking any longer I get off my ass on the couch The deluge is coming for my children And on dinner I go on At length, of course I'm wild, I'm savant I'm savant I'm savant I am a man made of joy and pain

(translation: https://lyricstranslate.com/en/palabra-mi-amor-word-my-love.html )

4 – Le chemin (tr: The road), by Kyo, with Sita

→ Emo-ass song about a break-up. Iconic with teenagers in the 00s. They are listening and crying to it.

Regarde-toi assise dans l'ombre, A la lueur de nos mensonges Les mains glacées jusqu'à l'ongle Regarde-toi à l'autre pôle, Fermer les yeux sur ce qui nous ronge On a changé à la longue On a parcouru le chemin, On a tenu la distance Et je te hais de tout mon corps Mais je t'adore

Look at you, sat in the shade From the glow of our lies A hand freezing down to the nails Look at you, at the other pole Eyes shut to what gnaws away at us We changed over time We overcame the paths We held the distance And I hate you with all my body But I love you

(translation by: https://lyricstranslate.com/en/le-chemin-path.html )

5 – J’ai demandé à la lune (tr: I asked to the moon), by Indochine

→ Break-up vibes. Pathetic Neil hoping Billy will take him back.

J'ai demandé à la lune Et le soleil ne le sait pas Je lui ai montré mes brûlures Et la lune s'est moquée de moi Et comme le ciel n'avait pas fière allure Et que je ne guérissais pas Je me suis dit quelle infortune Et la lune s'est moquée de moi J'ai demandé à la lune Si tu voulais encore de moi Elle m'a dit "j'ai pas l'habitude De m'occuper des cas comme ça" Et toi et moi On était tellement sûr Et on se disait quelquefois Que c'était juste une aventure Et que ça ne durerait pas

I called upon the moon Behind the sun's back I showed her all my wounds And the moon laughed at me And since the sky wasn't really proud And I wasn't feeling any better I told myself I was out of luck And the moon laughed at me I called upon the moon To ask her if you still wanted me She told me "I'm not used to bothering with these kinds of issues" And you and me We were so convinced And we would sometimes say that it was simply an affair And that it wouldn't last

(translation by : https://lyricstranslate.com/en/j%E2%80%99ai-demand%C3%A9-%C3%A0-la-lune-i-called-upon-he-moon.html#songtranslation )

6 – Dernière danse (tr: Last danse), by Kyo

→ Kyo is back.

J'ai longtemps parcouru son corps Effleuré cent fois son visage J'ai trouvé de l'or Et même quelques étoiles en essuyant ses larmes Et j'ai appris par cœur la pureté de ses formes Parfois je les dessine encore Elle fait partie de moi

I've travelled her body for a long time Touched upon her face a hundred times I've found gold And even some stars wipe away her tears I've learned the purity of her shapes by heart Sometimes, I still draw them It forms a part of me

(translation by: https://lyricstranslate.com/en/le-darnier-danse-last-dance.html-2#songtranslation )

7 – L’assasymphonie, by Mozart l’Opera Rock

→ It’s a French musical about Mozart but make it emo and rock. Please google it for the looks alone. The Hickey vibe are off the roof too.

Tuant par dépit ce que je sème Je voue mes nuits A l'Assasymphonie Et aux blasphèmes J'avoue je maudis tous ceux qui s'aiment. L'ennemi tapi dans mon esprit Fête mes défaites Sans répit, me défie Je renie la fatale hérésie Qui ronge mon être Je veux renaître Renaitre

Killing by frustration what I sow I dedicate my nights To the assasymphony And to blasphemies I confess I curse All those who love each other The enemy crouching in my mind Celebrates my defeats Without letting up it outbraves me I deny the fatal heresy Which gnaws at my soul I want to be reborn To be reborn

(translation by : https://lyricstranslate.com/en/l039assasymphonie-assasymphony-assasinate-symphony.html)

8 – Je saigne encore (tr: I bleed again), by Kyo

→ Last words by Kyo and I’m not even sorry. My ado self is thriving. Express yourself my boy. This is very jealous Neil and some stabbing because that’s on brand for them.

Ça fait mal, crois moi, une lame enfoncée loin dans mon âme Regarde en toi, même pas l'ombre d'une larme Et je saigne encore, je souris à la mort Tout ce rouge sur mon corps Je te blesse dans un dernier effort

And it hurts, believe me, a blade dug deep into my soul Just look at you, not even a shadow of tear And I'm still bleeding, I'm smiling to death All this red upon my body I hurt you in a final stress

(translation by: https://lyricstranslate.com/en/je-saigne-encore-im-still-bleeding.html-0#songtranslation )

[laulo821]

je suis tarpé malade donc la qualité sera encore amoindrie mais taïaut

Kif'n'dir - Zaho

je connaissais pas la musique, banger. je pense qu'elle dit "moi non plus", c'est plus un /w/ qu'un /on/ après le /m/ je trouve (mauvaises lettres phonétiques mais tu vois). aussi la dernière lettre est clairement un /y/ imo

Le Monde est parfait - La Légende du roi Arthur

selon moi c'est ta première hypothèse, quoiqu'il va se passer je vais faire des erreurs mais c'est ok pcq la beauté du monde est supérieur à mon chagrin du regret. après je connais pas le boug ou vraiment l'oeuvre entière donc à prendre avec un grain de sel

Petit jeu - Zaho

"Y'a pas de désir(,) vieux" : oui je pense il y a une virgule. c'est d'autant plus évident puisque la ligne d'après elle parle à un "tu" (qui serait le "vieux" du coup)

"Cinéma" : je pense c'est le thème de la chanson : "petit jeu [d'acteur]", ça parle de personnage, etc qu'elle joue un rôle. même si avec le mélange avec le jeu vidéo rend l'idée confuse mdr pour moi c'est juste une autre manière de parler du fait de jouer un rôle

"Rien qu'un autre personnage" / "Réincarne d'autres personnages" : honnêtement c'est difficile à dire mais je pense que c'est fait exprès ? on entend bien les phonèmes de "réincarne" mais pas du tout celui de "d'autres". pour moi les deux sont possibles et peut-être même qu'elle dit les deux voire alterne

Assassine - Zaho

c'est quoi cet accent anglais pété mdr euh j'ai essayé d'interpréter au mieux mais c'est réellement pas évident du tout donc c'est probablement très faux

intro: "??? special delivery for your speakers, here comes the boom ??? tune yeah. we got zaho in the building, it's about to murder, silence! it's like that...." // interlude: "it's like that, yeah what did i lose" // outro: "you're killing her, boy!" + "it's like that, yeah what did i lose"

"Tu ne parles plus comme un mime" : peut-être que ça fait référence au fait que les mimes font des signes pour communiquer leur situation grotesque et émotions. dans ce sens, ça peut dire que son boug lui parle tellement plus qu'il ne fait même plus de simples signes de la main, par exemple (ce qui va bien avec la première phrase du refrain où elle demande "juste un signe")

Aidez-moi à comprendre des paroles !

Il y a souvent des petits machins dans les chansons que je ne comprends pas mais que j'ignore parce que je sais globalement ce que l'auteur voulait dire.

Tout de même, je me disais que je devrais élargir mes connaissances et arrêter d'éviter ces angles morts. Sans doute, je vais apprendre moult expressions très utiles.

Une liste non exhaustive :

Change de pote - Casseurs Flowters "...le gars c'est qu'une longueur" Qu'est-ce que ça veut dire une longueur, là ? Le site Genius montre la photo de Pinocchio, alors on entend par ça qu'il a le nez long, qu'il ment ?

Rêves bizarres - Orelsan, Damso "...oublie l'eau" Là encore, Genius suggère une explication mais j'avoue que je ne la comprends pas trop. Si quelqu'un voulait bien me le reexpliquer...

Si facile - Casseurs Flowters "Mais t'as retourné ta veste, tous les jours, tu changes de sapes" Je crois que je comprends mais j'aimerais en être sûre.

Casseurs Flowters Infinity - Orelsan "À titre à l'infini-ty" J'en ai déjà parlé avec Demi (merci !) mais je crois que le mystère n'est pas résolu. 1. Si c'est "à titre", je suis toujours pas 100% sûre de la signification. 2. "À titre" est seulement ce que dit Google. Mais Genius y a mis "À tita" ce qui est apparemment un argot normand pour dire "ça va toi ?". Mais après, "ça va toi l'infini", ça n'a pas beaucoup de sens, non ? 3. Le site officiel de 7th Magnitude (en tout cas je crois que c'est officiel) NE SAIT MÊME PAS ! Ils ont écrit juste "[?] à l'infini...ty". Mais qu'est-ce qu'il pourrait bien dire le mec !

Oui, c'est que du Orelsan...

Mais bonus ! Pas d'Orelsan et pas de chanson :

Bêtisier des analyses de pubs (Saison 2) - MisterJDay La partie de 24:05 à 24:30 - Je suis tellement perdue là, les gars. Le seul truc dont je suis sûre, c'est qu'il dit "c'est la base" à un certain moment mais le reste est flou.

[futurebicon]

Huge CW for heavy child abuse, hitting, blood, semi-panic attack, severe homophobia, use of slur ( *** will be used in its place) just angst. So much angst.

“Sirius.” Regulus’s monotone voice quieted all the noise in Sirius and Remus’s living room.

The smile sank off of Sirius’s face as he walked out of the living room and towards the door that had rung minutes before.

Everything stopped when he saw who had rung the bell.

Everything came rushing back.

The screaming.

The crying.

The punches.

The slaps.

The hunger.

The exhaustion.

The pain.

All of it.

All the healed scars split wide open.

“Sirius.” It was shocking how easily he fell back into the habits he thought he lost long ago. One word and he’s a 16-year-old boy in a hell house again.

“Mère”

“Oh, shit” James muttered under his breath as they all realized who was at the door. A single look from Regulus told them to stay put.

"Leave" Sirius spat.

It was met by the sound of skin connecting harshly with skin.

Reg gave the team another look as Remus and Dumo started forward.

Sirius barely flinched as his head was whipped to the side. He set his jaw as he looked back at his parents. “I said leave.”

Walburga’s hand hit him again. “You become a f***** and think you can tell me what to do, you écume de la terre?”

“I’ve always been a f**, now get out of my house.”

“Why are you even here?” Regulus finally spoke.

“You.” Walburga spun towards her youngest son. “How dare you let this sinner corrupt you.” She slapped him. “You touch him again and I swear to god.” Sirius sneered and stepped in front of his brother.

“Bouge toi” Orion ordered.

“Get the hell out of my house before I call the cops and tell them everything.”

“Go ahead. No one’s going to believe a f**.”

“Maman please just go,” Regulus begged.

“Here.” Orion gave Sirius an envelope.

“What are these?”

“Disownment papers. I will not let a demon carry this family’s name any longer.”

“Well, it’s a good thing my last name’s Lupin.” Sirius threw the papers down on the buffet.

"Tu me dégoutes." Walburga snarled.

“Get out, I’m not asking you again.”

"Toujours pur." She hissed.

"Va au diable." Sirius snarled.

They left with the slam of a door and the sound of a deadbolt being slid into place.

It was silent as Sirius walked over to Remus and buried his face in his husband’s chest.

“I’m so sorry lover.” Remus wrapped his arms tightly around him.

“It’s fine.” Sirius shook his head and pulled away.

“You’re definitely going to need to ice that.” He wiped the blood from where Walburgas ring had cut his cheek.

Sirius flinched away faster than he ever had before. “Please, please don’t touch it right now.”

Remus winced trying to imagine what his husband had gone through to be this scared of someone trying to help him.

“Where’s Reg?” He asked, noticing his brother’s disappearance.

“He went to his room,” Leo told him.

“I’m gonna go check on him.” Sirius pulled away from Remus.

“Hey,” Remus grabbed his arm as gently as he could but Sirius still jumped at the contact. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” He kissed him softly. “I’m okay.” He lied before walking out of the room.

“What the hell just happened?” Kasey asked in shock.

“God.” Remus collapsed onto the couch, burying his head in his hands. “That was his life for 18 fucking years.”

“No wonder he was so closed off when he first came.” Thomas shook his head.

“I mean I figured it out pretty quickly but he never went into detail,” Dumo said.

“He told me, everything,” Remus spoke up. “And it was awful. Seeing it in front of me actually makes it real, god I feel sick.”

“We should probably head out,” Logan said.

“Keep me updated.” Dumo clapped Remus on the shoulder as he left.

“Call me if you need anything.” Lily kissed him on the cheek.

Remus just nodded, too lost in his mind to even say goodbye.

++++

“Hey, Reg.” Sirius sat down beside his little brother.

“Hi.” Regulus leaned his head on Sirius’s shoulder.

“You okay?” He knew they were both far from okay but he didn’t know what else to say.

“Just peachy. Not like I just got disowned or anything.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“I hate you sometimes.”

Sirius jolted back.

“Like I really, really hate you sometimes.” He gritted out with tear-filled eyes. “You fucking left me there. Alone. I was 12 years old and you left me in hell.”

“Reg.” Sirius couldn’t stop the tears. “Reg.”

“Fuck. Fuck. That wasn’t fair. That wasn’t fair at all. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean it at all. At all, I swear. You need out. That wasn’t fair at all I’m so sorry.” He sobbed.

“It’s okay, mon étoile. I know you didn’t mean it.” He pulled him close again.

“I was so, so happy that you got out. I would watch you play and watch you become more comfortable around your team and I was so, so happy for you. It just hurt because I wanted that. I wanted to be happy like you were. I wanted to be with you in that life you had because it seemed so perfect.” He admitted. “And I have that now and I couldn’t be happier. Truly, Sirius, those 6 years were hell but so worth it if this is the ending of them.”

“I’m glad you’re out too. Every day I worried about you. Every single day. Every time you were in the news my heart hurt because I wanted to be with you, wanted to protect you. It was the worst torture maman and papa could have put me through.” He pulled him impossibly tighter. “I love you, Regulus.”

“I love you too, Sirius.” Reg smiled. “Now go see your husband because I know he’s worried sick.” He pulled away.

“Sure you’re going to be okay?” Sirius asked as he stood up.

“As okay as I can be.”

“Call me or come get me if you need anything. Or at least call someone.” He kissed the top of his head and ruffled his curly back hair.

“I will, promise.” He smiled.

++++

“Hey, baby.” Remus sat up as Sirius walked into their bedroom.

“Is it okay if we don’t talk about it right now? Can you just hold me for a little?” He crawled in beside him.

“Of course my love.” Remus held him tightly.

Not me crying...

Ending is so rushed but it's 1 in the morning and I have school at 5

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