#by bryce oates

[maythray]

about to go for a 3rd bowl of oatmeal

[lady-of-tearshed]

I agree with all of your points! The longing and pining these two share is what drives the passion! It's that potential that exists between them that I am always intrigued by them. Both Lucien and Elain have gone through so much, to see them both have a HEA that they deserve would be wonderful! Thank you for sharing that with me! My favorite pairing? Ohh, I think all time favorite is Elucien. They're so different from all the other mated pairs we've seen, they have so much potential and their avoidance only makes me ship them harder! I also like Hunt and Bryce, I think I just liked their dynamic as well. I'm really growing towards Satharion as well! Tharion is one of my favorite CC characters! I think if I had to go crackship, if Lucien wasn't a character in ACOTAR, or if Elain wasn't already his mate, I'd probably be hard shipping Elain and Eris! I think her sunshine personality with his grumpy one would be adorable! She could bring out a softness to him that no one sees. That would be a fun ship! Ok my little precious, another question for you! What is one of your favorite HC for this couple? =D

Santa, Santa, Santa...

The more you talk, the more I'm having trouble to figure out who you might be...

Anyway, HIIII SANTA!

How are you? What's new? Hope everything is going okay for you!

I absolutely adored Hunt and Bryce in CC1 and CC2. CC3 just wasn't it for me, I didn't even finish this book, ik, shame on me. I'll come back to this book later.

Ooooh Eris, mhhh. I have so much things I could discuss about this man... He's just the perfect morally grey character, and I'm her for it. Elain indeed could bring out his softer side! Although, I will always wonder how did Nesta not fall into that male's bed- ARMS!! I meant arms, of course, ahem. I mean, I would've been swooned away by his words in that dance scene in ACOSAF. I think everyone in the Vanserra family (some of them in their own twisted way) have some kind of biteable energy that I crave.

Now, now, an Elucien HC... Again, I would go with something simple and talk about Lucien's jacket. Yes, I'm obsessed with this detail and I want to know what the hell Elain canonically did with it. But in my HC, she kept it; it just comforts her on her healing journey. Also, I think Elain and Lucien would not immediatly accept the mating bond. They would go through a real slow dating and discovering eachother journey at first. They would travel the world, talk, touch eachother (I think Elain would constantly be at Lucien's arm, and the self-control that male has to maintain... eeeek!) and I think they would cook A LOT together. Cooking would remain their number one activity to do with each other as a mated couple. Just imagine their house always having a little bit of flour or oats here and there, always smelling like freshly baked bread... Mhhh, yum.

Now, I think it's only fair that I ask a question too... to feed my curiosity of course. Is this your first time participating in the ACOTAR gift exchange?

Thank you for reaching out Santa! Take care! Muah!

[shandy-otp-fanfic]

can we get a story of the siblings acting a fool and shadow finally snapping off meanwhile sandy is trying to be in their defense but fails 😅

Shadow was at his wit's end. He looked around the kitchen, at the boiling pot on the stove and flour on the floor.

"What are you guys doing?" Shadow asked his oldest son.

Wes grinned at his father, holding a spoon behind his back. "Making breakfast," he answered, cringing as the pot boiled over.

"You're eight," Shadow scoffed. "What have I told you guys about being in the kitchen before we wake up?" he continued, taking the spoon from his son and turning the stove off.

"To wait for you and Mom," Bryce piped up, hugging Shadow around the legs.

"Exactly,"

"What's burnin'?" Sandy asked as she looked up from her phone once she got to the kitchen. "What, uh, Shadow, what happened?"

"Breakfast," the older man groused. "All of you are going to spend the morning cleaning this mess up," he said to his children, a collective groan floating through the air.

"What about breakfast?" Tex asked.

Shadow huffed, taking the pot off the stove. Burnt oats greeted him as he uncovered the pot. "I'll make breakfast, just get to cleaning," he replied, turning to dump out the failed attempt at oatmeal.

"Shug," Sandy started, her hands on her hips. "Y'all go play, I'll clean the kitchen,"

Shadow looked at his wife over his shoulder. "No," he simply said, frowning as Boon opened the oven to reveal something wet and sticky inside it.

"We also tried to make biscuits," Boon said, a lopsided grin on his face as he attempted to explain the mess.

Shadow shut his eyes. "Get out of the kitchen,"

"But--"

"Out," Shadow growled, pointing to the living room.

The kids groaned again, Bryce getting Maria out of her high chair as they went into the living room.

Shadow huffed again, his frown deepening as he looked at the mess in the oven.

"Shadow," Sandy said, folding her arms over her chest. "They're jus' kids, they're gonna mess stuff up,"

"Like an 800 dollar oven," Shadow mumbled, shutting the oven door. He sighed, running a hand over his face.

He loved his kids, honest. But sometimes they really tested his patience.

[sergeant-angua]

tagged in a music thing by @dear-massacre! ten songs i’ve had on repeat recently-

Lent by Autoheart

Under My Skin by Jukebox the Ghost

Everybody Talks by Neon Trees

Cabo by Ricky Montgomery

Stolas Sings by Bryce Pinkham

The John Wayne by Little Green Cars

Beggin’ by Måneskin

Up the Wolves by The Mountain Goats

Cicada Days by Will Wood

You Make My Dreams (Come True) by Hall & Oates

as always, if you feel like doing it, go ahead and say i tagged you!

[octaviaashley]

Things You've gotten In Common With Dating

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The Old City of Bern is home to quite a few interesting and historic sites, including the Bern Minster, which is the country's tallest cathedral, and the Zytglogge, which houses one of Europe's most famous astronomical clocks. The fees help raise money for the city but also help curb overcrowding in the city of more than 250,000 residents. The Galapagos Islands are famous for being the place where Charles Darwin carried out a lot of his studies to help him form his theory of evolution, and the area is home to an abundance of wildlife. It's the only tropical jungle on the contiguous U.S., and more than one million tourists visit the area each year. However, there's evidence the eruption may have occurred later in the year. Bryce and Addison were introduced to one another in October of that year while hanging out with mutual friends. Tanzania's Serengeti is one of the most famous and oldest ecosystems in the world, and today it's home to thousands of lions and millions of wildebeest.

Cueva de las Manos sits in Argentina and holds some of the oldest works of art ever discovered on Earth. Antarctica is one of the places on Earth everyone should visit, but it's not the easiest place to travel to. You'll have to travel all the way to the middle of China if you want to visit. These limestone Buddhist structures can be found in China and range in size from one inch to almost 60 feet tall. You will find giant Buddha structures all over Asia, and one of the coolest depictions is this 8th-century, 233-foot-tall cliff-face carving sitting on the Dadu River in China. I will roll my eyes so hard at the 120-degree, oat milk macchiato with a dash of sea salt and two pumps of vanilla people. A fully completed profile will help others find you a little easier as well as encourage them to send you a message. This section highlights distinctive factors that help our chosen ones earn the title of the best online dating sites. I can't help but think about what it's doing to their health.

I've never ridden one, but I think they're cool. The four-hour ride winds through tunnels and over valleys in the Alps and is one of the world's best. That’s why we’re one of the best online dating sites for meeting local singles in the US. You can't create a list of important world sites without including Greece, and alongside the Great Pyramid of Giza, the Acropolis is the most famous ancient site in the world. It's nearly impossible to comprehend the list of occupants that lived in Damascus, but at different points, the city was home to the Canaanites, Babylonians, the Macedonian, Roman, Byzantine and Ottoman Empires, the current Syrian Arab Republic and more. This French island features a monastery at the top, stores at the bottom and fishing and farming homes outside the city walls. More than 600 drawings and thousands of engravings dating back 17,000 years cover the walls of the Lascaux Cave in France.

[ourpublicland]

“You just don’t get it!” is a spar often traded ad naseum across the rural/urban divide when it comes to conservation. And often, it’s true. One world is full of hybrid cars and meatless Mondays, while the other sits on the front lines of invasive species management and wildfire defense. 

Fortunately, there are groups like Headwaters Economics -- putting their nose to the grindstone to look honestly at the numbers and facts between problems and solutions. Then there’s the Rural Voices for Conservation Coalition, a thoughtful group with a wide variety of perspectives closest to the communities that live and breath conservation realities every day. 

It makes sense then to see that their proposal for a “Natural Resources Trust” is not flashy or gimmicky but pragmatic, measured, and based on actual feedback from rural areas. Counties with swaths of federal land have their tax-collecting hands tied. Timber receipts are down. Current systems of PILT, SRS, etc. are unpredictable. Perhaps they just do get it. 

It’s also encouraging to see that our federal representatives’ ears perk up when these kinds of well thought out solutions are suggested. A few weeks ago in Boise, Idaho’s two conservative senators joined decidedly liberal Ron Wyden from Oregon to announce their intention to enact this solution through the bipartisan Forest Management for Rural Stability Act. 

It’s unclear how successful this bill will be--I imagine it may be harder to generate the interest in setting aside $7 billion from folks in areas with less federal land, who are less aware of this problem, and less interested in shouldering the burden.  I look forward to tracking the bill’s progress.

[cascadejoinery]

#cascadejoinery

[baxterexcavation-treeremova-blog]

#baxter4hire #treeremoval #excavation

[youcouldmakealife]

Scratch/Money; eternal friendship ring

For the not-prompt: Scratch/Money woke up married

Absolutely no one prompted this, I was just thinking about the ‘woke up married’ amnesia trope and the various permutations of it, and tied with ‘Bryce Marcus is MARRIED?!?! to this very beautiful and very mean person?!!! (and is in love by the end of the day)’ in hilarity is ‘Scratch notices absolutely nothing amiss’ and I was incapable of resisting the urge to write it.

Nick wakes up too hot. Too hot, and with a mouthful of floofy hair, and a dead arm.

“Money,” he groans, and Money mutters something and rolls over and smacks his lips all weird. Nick doesn’t remember what they were up to last night, but he doesn’t have a hangover, which is nice, because he must have been trashed to steal Money’s bed when not only is there a perfectly good guest bed, but he also has a perfectly good bed of his own a few floors away. Money must have been Hydration Is Important Joey last night. Nick appreciates when he is. It hurts less in the morning.

“Two more hours,” Money mumbles as Nick finds pants kicked off on the floor, grateful he didn’t sleep in them. At least that’s what he thinks Money mumbles. “Why pants?”

Nick looks up to see Money staring back through tiny slitted eyes.

“Going to my place,” Nick says.

Money yawns. “Breakfast after?”

“Sure,” Nick says.

“Ordered pancakes,” Money says when Nick heads back up, after showering and changing and trying to figure out what the fuck was up with his hair that day, because it was all glossy and moderately well behaving. No complaints, but he wants to figure out how to recreate that shit again. “They were fast as fuck.”

“Someone likes me today,” Nick says happily, and follows Money and his nose to the dining table they use for breakfast and breakfast alone. Chocolate chips. Someone loves him today.

Money shrugs noncommittally, but Nick sees that little smile. He rubs his face, like he’s trying to hide it, and Nick catches a glint of metal on his hand as he does, realises it matches a ring on his own hand he hadn’t paid any attention to until now. Well, Nick guesses that was what they were up to last night. Best friend shit.

“Friendship rings,” Nick says. “Nice.”

“Fuck yeah,” Money says. “Unbreakable friendship vow.”

Too bad they didn’t get friendship tattoos though. That’d be dope. And an even more unbreakable friendship vow.

“We should do friendship tattoos,” Nick says.

“For the last time, your mom’s already mad about the tattoos you have,” Money says. “I fear the wrath of Irene.”

That’s a fair thing to fear.

“They’d be dope, though,” Nick says.

“They would be dope,” Money allows. “Maybe next Cup.”

Nick blinks at him, but Money doesn’t pause, just goes back to his weird looking pancakes — Nick bets they’re buckwheat soy quinoa oat extract or whatever the fuck — so Nick figures he must just be manifesting again. Nick leaves him to his manifesting and digs back into his pancakes.

Money has clearly decided it’s a self-care day. The pancakes could have told Nick that, honestly, but the fact Money makes a big pot of tea, and brings out the comfy robe, and hands Nick the remote with great ceremony, before taking a big sip of tea and then making a happy sound — self-care day. Nick’s in. Doesn’t even need to be told that Parks and Rec is the way to go.

As soon as Money’s finished his tea he’s leaning into Nick and making an almost as happy noise.

“Feeling cuddly today, Money?” Nick asks.

Money makes an affirmative noise, and Nick shifts to make himself more comfortable for cuddling purposes. They get halfway through another episode before Money apparently gets bored of it, sitting up from where he’d tucked his head against Nick’s shoulder and tugging lightly at his hair.

“Spring,” Money says. Nick suspects he knows what Money’s doing. “Spring.”

“Stop fucking with my hair,” Nick says.

“Spring,” Money says, without a second’s hesitation.

“I will lay you flat, Munroe,” Nick threatens.

He’s almost positive the retort under Money’s breath is something about his hair. Presumably its inability to lay flat.

“Lay you flat,” Nick repeats.

“Try it,” Money says, but lets go of his hair, stretching like a cat. “Scoot,” he adds, and when Nick does, Money lies down and puts his head in Nick’s lap. Nick pats his hair back, wonders what’s up with him, because they’re touchy, but not generally cuddly. He figures Money will tell him what’s up when he’s ready. Nick will be here.

*

It’s not a full on self-care day, because Money pokes him to the gym, and Nick suffers through cardio as Money enjoys himself, and then Money spots him for strength training and bitches his way through strength training himself, and Money gets an absolutely disgusting dark green smoothie and drinks it with great enjoyment while Nick mainlines a protein shake. They take a long walk, breaking halfway to scroll through Uber Eats for dinner ideas. There’s a minor fight about it before they pass a place nearby that does custom salads, and they eat them on the patio with a beer for Nick, a White Claw for Money, before heading back to Money’s and watching some new Netflix series Nick has never heard of. Making too much new content to keep up. It’s surprisingly good, which means, less surprisingly, they are now unable to leave the couch. It is their curse.

“Scratch,” Money murmurs. “Nick.”

Nick grunts.

“We fell asleep on the couch,” Money says.

And Nick could have stayed asleep if someone hadn’t poked him awake.

“C’mon, big guy,” Money says, poking him again, and Nick groans and shuffles down the hall with a pokey Money at his back, falls asleep pretty much as soon as he hits the bed.

*

Nick wakes up with a mouthful of floofy hair, a dead arm. Money grumbles when he extricates himself, then sprawls out when Nick sits up, does his weird sleepy lip smacking thing that Nick unfortunately finds extremely endearing, and then steals Nick’s pillow. Nick’s no longer using it, but still. Rude.

It hits Nick halfway through brushing his teeth. Brushing his teeth with his toothbrush, his toothbrush that is his, because he pretty much only goes home to shower now, and only because Money’s shower’s weird and he hates it. Also to snack. His apartment is now for showering, snacking without judgy eyes, gaming with Trigger, and giving Money space on those days he needs to commune with himself. Because he lives with Money. Because they’re together. And uh. Not just together. Nick has pretty clear memories of taking vows to be forever bros. That’s a serious business friendship ring on his hand. Unbreakable vow friendship ring.

The internet confirms that Nick knows the current president and prime minister, the date — well, okay, no, but in his defence he often doesn’t know it — can remember the last game he played, and remembers not just yesterday, but the day before, a Joey Mandated self-care day in which him and Money ate semi-healthy snacks while marathoning some weird Youtube series he doesn’t think either of them actually liked all that much, traded handies, argued about whether white chocolate counted as chocolate or not, agreed that it was inferior regardless of its chocolate status, and then went to sleep. Pretty similar to yesterday, minus the handies, because they’re on a bye week, so him and Money, both off recent minor injuries, are using it for full vegging purposes. If he had amnesia, he looks like he got over it.

Also fuck yes Stanley Cup winner Nick Angelopoulos. Doesn’t get old.

He goes down to his place to shower and change, returns to find Money in the bathroom making weird faces at himself in the mirror as he shaves.

“Did I seem weird to you yesterday?” Nick asks.

Money pauses mid-growly mirror face, and frowns. “No?” he says. “You feeling okay?”

“All good,” Nick says, and resolves never, ever to tell him.

*

“You didn’t realise we were married?” Money squawks.  

Nick glares at Trigger. Trigger looks unapologetically back.

“In my defence—” Nick says.

Money stares at him.

“I have no defence,” Nick mumbles.

“Friendship rings!” Money says, pointing at him accusingly. “Friendship rings?”

Nick hangs his head.

[maythray]

bryce hansen fursona Horse. or some other fuckin. equestrian. its the oats.

[snelbz]

Reckoning and Retribution {3}

An A Court of Thorns and Roses, House of Earth and Blood, & Throne of Glass Crossover, Western AU fanfiction.

Based on a prompt sent in for the 4k follower contest {winner}, from Anonymous: “Ok hear me out: WILD WEST AU CROSSOVER”

@snelbz​ / @tacmc

It was Saturday morning, which meant that the market was set up in town, every local farmer and gardener, and even some from other towns and territories, out to sell their goods. Elide loved Saturdays, loved deciding what she would be baking that week. She loved to bake, her mother used to bake, and she used to help in whatever way she could before her mother’s untimely death. 

“You should bake banana bread,” Aelin crooned, looping her arm through Elide’s. “You make the most wonderful banana bread.” 

“I do make wonderful banana bread,” Elide agreed, with a grin. 

At the end of the market, up by Hunt’s saloon, Lorcan Salvaterre was leaning up against a post, the brim of his hat pulled down over his eyes, smoking a cigar.

Elide couldn’t shake the feeling that he was watching her, that he had been since their abrupt meeting earlier in the week. His gaze didn’t unsettle her like it should have though. She often found herself meeting those dark eyes, and just when she thought he may approach her, something would steal one of their attention or he’d glance away.

“What a waste of a second chance.”

Elide glanced up at her oldest friend. She followed her line of sight and found that they were looking at the same man. “Why would you say that?”

“He’s awfully cocky,” Aelin said, with pure disdain. “And horribly rude.”

Elide had to admit that he wasn’t exactly welcoming during their encounter, but he didn’t seem that horrible. 

Aelin lifted a brow. “Judging by your silence, I’m assuming you disapprove of my judgement.”

“It’s not that I disapprove,” she said, slowly. “I’m just...intrigued by him.”

“Intrigued…” Aelin mused, letting the word hang between them. “I wasn’t even aware you two had made an acquaintance.”

“I wouldn’t even say we’re acquaintances,” she muttered, stepping away from Aelin to inspect a stand full of exotic fruits. “We’ve only spoken once.”

“And when was that?”

The question wasn’t accusatory, but there was indeed an edge to Aelin’s voice that hadn’t been there before.

Elide sighed and turned around to look at her friend. She was off duty today, so she was dressed as Elide was used to seeing her: full, ruffled skirts, corset cinched tight at the waist and her hair was curled and pinned back off her face, which was elegantly accented by the cosmetics she used every day. She looked like a lady waiting for a ball, not the local deputy of a small town.

“A couple days after you started working with Sheriff Whitethorn,” Elide said, moving on to the next stall. Knives and blades and weapons and bullets and all manners of destruction and death were laid out before her. She made to move on, but they’d caught Aelin’s eye and she moved in.

“When you were dropping off my gift basket, I assume,” she asked, picking up a small, wicked looking dagger. Elide nodded, knowing Aelin had worked out the rest.

She’d ranted to her for an hour the other night after she’d come in and found his muddy boots propped up on her desk. Half the goodies in the basket were gone, too, though Rowan had admitted to eating quite a few of them.

“Mm.” Aelin said nothing else as she examined the dagger, it’s intricate filigree handle shining in the morning light, and found a suitable thigh holster for it. She paid the stall owner an egregious amount of money and turned to Elide. “I feel like you’re going to disregard everything I say and are going to attempt to befriend that surly brute of a man, so I would like you to be prepared, just in case.”

Elide blinked as Aelin pushed the small dagger and leather holster into her hand. “I can’t use this.”

“I’d prefer you not have to,” Aelin sighed, “but I’d rather you be safe than sorry.”

Elide hesitated, but Aelin was already walking away. After hurrying to catch up and match her pace, Elide was saying, “You know that I have never used a weapon, not once.” 

“Perhaps I should give you a lesson?” Aelin asked, something new already catching her eye.

Elide sighed as she, once again, had to hurry after her oldest friend. 

“I won’t even have to use it, Aelin,” Elide protested, looping her arm through Aelin’s to slow her down. “And I am not going to...befriend him.”

Aelin snorted. “You forget how well I know you, Miss Lochan.”

“Oh, trust me, Miss Galathynius, I am fully aware,” Elide said. “You know me as well as I know you, which is why I believe you’re being over dramatic about Mr. Salvaterre.”

A blonde eyebrow raised. “Mister, hmm?”

“Drop it, Aelin,” Elide said, picking up a new bundle of chalk sticks for her classroom. The pieces the children were having to use we’re becoming so short, their writing was becoming near illegible. Well, more illegible, in the case of her younger students. She snagged a bottle of ink as well and before she could reach for her money pouch, Aelin had paid the man. She didn’t bother thanking her friend, knowing she’d wave the praise off anyways. “There’s nothing going on between Lorcan Salvaterre and I.”

“Well that’s a damn shame.”

Aelin and elide turned, finding the man himself standing behind them.

“Miss Lochan,” he drawled, tipping his hat. “Deputy.”

“Mister Salvaterre, good morning,” Elide gave him a friendly curtsy and continued on her way, pausing at a stall that sold little trinkets and jewelry.

Once she was out of earshot, Aelin turned to Lorcan. “Don’t even think about touching her.”

His gaze was amused. “And what made you think I would, Deputy?” 

The way he said Deputy made Aelin want to punch him in the throat.

“She’s a kind woman,” Aelin went on. “You will not do anything to cause her harm or ruin.”

Lorcan grinned, wild and vicious. “You make it sound like she fancies me. Has she taken a liking to me, Deputy Galathynius?”

The fact that he used her title as a form of mockery had her hands curling into fists at her sides.

“Aelin, are you coming?”

The pair turned to where Elide waited a few stalls ahead. She called, “Give me just a moment.”

Elide nodded and continued sorting through the fabrics the seller offered.

Turning back to glare at Lorcan, Aelin breathed. “I don’t like you. I don’t trust you. If it weren’t for my promise to protect this town and all who live in it — including you, apparently — I’d put a bullet between your eyes and wouldn’t lose a wink of sleep over it. Rowan tearing up the warrant for your arrest was the most reckless thing he’s ever done. Now, don’t make me repeat this, ” She was a solid foot shorter than him, but as she said the words, Lorcan felt as if he was being talked down to. Like a child. “Leave. Her. Alone.”

His eyes turned dark, hard, as his jaw locked. “Fine, if it means that much to you.”

“It does,” Aelin snapped, picking up her skirts as she stormed to Elide’s side, leaving Lorcan behind.

Elide blinked as Aelin approached, frowning. “Is everything alright? What’s happened?”

“Nothing,” Aelin said, forcing a bright smile. “Let us continue on with our morning.”

Sighing and linking her arm with Aelin’s once more, Elide did just that. After they’d shopped for a few more minutes and Elide had decided she had enough supplies for the week, they were making for her cabin at the far end of town. It was a bit of a walk, but the ladies didn’t care, not wanting to saddle horses. It was such a hassle, and now that she was used to trousers, Aelin just didn’t want to mess with it.

“So,” Aelin began as they walked up the steps of Elide’s little house. “Aside from the fabulous banana bread you’ll be making me, what other goodies will you be baking this week?”

Elide listed off a menagerie of delicious desserts and baked goods. “A peach cobbler, oatmeal and cranberry cookies, blueberry crumble, a couple pies, and a chocolate and stone ground oat cake.”

Aelin’s eyes were wide. “Such a wide variety. What for?”

The tips of Elide’s ears turned red and Aelin certainly noticed as she began to blush. “Mister Salvaterre’s welcome basket.”

Aelin froze as she followed her friend into her house.

Oh, this was not good.

* * * * * * * * *

Bryce loved the silence.

Lying on her bed, she opened the new novel Hunt had given her the day before.

A gift, he had said, and wouldn’t take no for an answer when she had told him that she couldn’t accept. 

She was grateful for it.

It had been so long since she had been given a gift, had owned something new. She couldn’t wait to lose herself in the story, if even for a few moments, to get out of the living hell she was in.

A quiet knock sounded on her door. She tightened the sash of the dressing gown she wore around her waist. “Just a minute,” she called.

She made herself appropriate before opening the door, finding Hunt on the other side.

“Hunt-.”

Her quiet words were cut off as he crashed his lips against hers and softly shut the door behind him. When he finally pulled back, Bryce was breathless.

“What are you doing?” She asked.

“Come on, grab your things,” he said, looking around the room for a bag. The room was lavish and luxurious and the furnishings probably cost more than Hunt’s entire saloon, deed, ale, whiskey and all. “Maeve just left. Feyre is watching the bar. Let’s go.”

Bryce hesitated. “Go? Go where?”

Hunt took her face into his large, calloused hands. The look in his eyes was wild, determined. “It’s our chance. Now is our chance.”

Bryce closed her eyes. “Hunt-.”

“Please,” he breathed, his breath hot against her mouth. “Please, Bryce-.”

“I can’t go anywhere,” she whispered, forcing her eyes not to well up with tears. “You know I can’t go anywhere.” He opened his mouth to protest, but she pressed on. “Cairn will find us, you know that. What happened to Clare, to Isaac… I won’t let that happen to you.”

Hung closed his eyes, letting his forehead fall against hers. He knew she was right, knew if they had any hope of getting out of this town alive, it would cost them an egregious amount of money.

Otherwise, they’d be paying with their lives.

Clare Beddor and Isaac Hale were proof of that. After they ran away in the dead of night, Clare’s debt unpaid, it only took two weeks for Cairn to bring back her lifeless body and his decapitated head. His mouth hung open in a wide, never ending scream. It was tossed into an unmarked grave somewhere on the property, but Clare…

Maeve had made a few extra bucks off of her, thanks to the few sick fucks who lived in this town.

This was her life, and there was no getting out of it, no matter how many sleepless nights she spent wondering how she could get out of her debt.

But there was no way.

It was hopeless to dream.

“Bryce,” Hunt whispered, bringing her back to reality.

“I’m sorry,” she said, and she meant it, even though it meant nothing. “You need to let this go, Hunt. I’m a lost cause.”

“Don’t say that,” he begged, just as he always did.

Every time he did it broke her heart.

“I’m making an offer to Maeve on Monday.”

Her head snapped up and her eyes met his. “What?”

He wrapped her up in his arms. She rested her head against his chest, listened to the heart beating inside. The heart that belonged to her, in every way. “I’ve saved up enough for your freedom, with some extra. With what you’ve…earned… We have to be close, Bryce.”

She heard the words he specified. Your freedom. But not Danika’s.

“It’ll be a few more years, Hunt-.”

“No, damn it, I refuse to believe that.” He tilted her chin up, forcing her to look at him. He whispered, “I wish you never would have made that bargain.”

She shook her head. There was no dwelling on it now. What’s done is done, and besides… “I don’t. Not if it kept her safe.”

Copying her motion, Hunt shook his head, his loose hair shaking with the motion. “For two weeks, Bryce?”

The sob that tore from Bryce was heartbreaking.

When she was eight years old, her father had ripped she and Ruhn from their beds, with no explanation, and they’d left the small town they called home. Years later, they’d realize it was because he’d killed Bryce’s mother in a fit of rage. If only that was the worst thing their piece of shit father had done.

Just a few years later, the family, with their young ward, Danika Fendyr, visited Rose Creek on their way west, as far west as they could go. Their father had gotten drunk beyond measure, the former owner of the saloon supplying as much whiskey as any one man could consume. He’d run out of money during his poker game, and needed a few new bargaining chips. He had three.

Bryce and Danika were sold to Maeve, while Ruhn was shipped off to the mines.

The girls were only sixteen when they were to begin selling their bodies, their souls, on behalf of Bryce’s father’s debt. Bryce’s birthday came first, Danika’s just a month later. A week before Danika’s unveiling, Bryce made Maeve a deal. 

Her life for Danika’s. Double the price, double the debt, Bryce promised Maeve double everything, if only she said yes.

Maeve agreed.

Danika went free.

She protested, told Bryce she was an idiot as she wept and wrapped her arms around Bryce. Bryce told her best friend, her sister, to go free, to make something of herself.

She deserved as much.

Less than two weeks later, just days after Danika turned sixteen, she was killed by a bandit, a robbery gone bad, making the sacrifice Bryce made worthless. 

She had doubled her debt for two weeks of Danika’s freedom, and she had been paying off that debt ever since. 

“I don’t care the price, I don’t care how long it takes,” he promised. “One day, you and I are going to leave this town, and we’re never going to look back.”

“Hunt!”

The cry from downstairs was a warning, their time was short.

“Go,” Bryce breathed, her tears at last running down her face. “You can’t be up here when she gets back.”

He knew that, knew that he wouldn’t be the one to bear the punishment if they were to get caught. He nodded, pressing another kiss to her forehead, then her lips, letting it say all the words he couldn’t out loud. 

I’m sorry.

I’ll get you out.

I love you.

* * * * * * * *

Exhaustion dwelled in every inch of Ruhn’s body as he followed Aedion, Declan, and Flynn into the saloon. That exhaustion did not stop him, though, he had things to do, those to protect, even if he could only do it from afar.

Anything else would get him shot. 

Or hanged. 

All they had to do was raise their hands in greeting to Hunt before plopping down around a table. A minute later, Feyre came carrying a jug of ale and four mugs. 

“Good evening, gentlemen,” Feyre crooned, setting it all in the middle of the table.

“I don’t see any gentlemen here,” Flynn muttered with a smirk. 

“True,” Feyre agreed, “but any other sort of greeting just seemed rude.”

Aedion’s attention was immediately on the striking brunette across the room. She was primped and preened and the smile on her face showed everyone how much fun she was having at the saloon, being passed from lap to lap.

That smile was the biggest crock of shit Ruhn had ever seen. It was the same smile he saw on Bryce’s face and Nesta’s and all the other girls who had to lay on their backs just to keep their families fed or protected.

Promising to come back if they needed anything, Feyre flitted off, refilling the glasses of whiskey the sheriff and his newest deputy had sitting on their table. The man in black intrigued Ruhn, but he wasn’t one to start a conversation and make new friends. Especially with a man he was sure had killed people.

It was slow, for a Saturday night, if Lysandra was down on the floor of the saloon. Either that or she was a walking billboard for the services Maeve offered. Since he didn’t see his sister, Ruhn was inclined to believe the latter.

So instead he kept an eye on Feyre, tracking her as she moved from table to table, carefully watching every hand that came close to her.

It seemed that Feyre was fairly good at taking care of herself, and Hunt watched her like a hawk, but still, as he watched Feyre flutter around the floor, watching every man she passed watch after her with a hungry gaze, Ruhn felt the need to look after her, too. 

It was difficult enough having to watch the women passed around who weren’t allowed to say no, but he couldn’t bear to watch those who were allowed to say no be taken advantage of simply because they were a woman in a saloon full of drunk bastards.

Flynn and Declan had ended up at the bar and Aedion had snuck into the dry storage room, leaving Ruhn to mull over his day, life and purpose with nothing but a mug of ale to keep him company. When he realized he’d been tracing the same knot in the wood for an entire song in the old, barely-in-tune piano, he looked up, his eyes darting around the room.

No sign of Bryce, but he’d learned to not to hold out hope for easy nights for her long ago.

But when his eyes made another pass, searching for not for wine-red hair, but golden-brown… He came up short.

For a moment, he debated on joining his friends at the bar, if for no other reason than a new vantage point to watch the room. That thought drifted away as he heard a voice, full of sass, from behind him.

“Are you watching me, Mister Danaan?”

He spun around in his chair to find Feyre, one hand on her hip, the other holding up a tin pitcher. 

“I was just...scanning the room, Miss Archeron,” he said, simply.

She narrowed her eyes and suppressed her grin. “I believe you’re telling a lie.” 

Ruhn huffed a laugh, unable to help himself as Feyre sat down across from him at the empty table. “I was just ensuring your safety after what had happened the other night.” 

“That’s very kind of you,” Feyre said, eyes bright. “You are appreciated, you must know.” 

He tipped his head in thanks. “How has your day been?”

“Long,” she admitted. “I suppose I cannot complain, though. And yours, Mister Danaan?” 

He thought of the hacking he’d done with his pickaxe, hour after hour after hour all day, before he said, “Mine was long, as well.” 

Unlike his sister, Ruhn wasn’t forced into the servitude he was sold into. Gavriel, the man who owned and operated out of the mines, was a fair and just man. He saw the situation the children were in, saw that he had the opportunity to help at least one of them. So when Ruhn’s life was offered to him, as payment for a life debt, he said yes, took the young man in.

And then told him he was free to do as he wished. Free to go, to stay, to work, to run.

But with Bryce in proverbial shackles, that wasn’t an option. So he took a job in the mines, made a modest living and did what he could for his sister.

The sadness in Feyre’s eyes told him she understood well.

“Miss Archeron, may-.”

“Feyre, please,” she interrupted. “Call me Feyre.”

He smiled. “Miss Feyre, with your permission, I’d like to walk you home tonight.”

Her eyebrows rose, her blue-grey eyes bright in the candles hanging from the chandelier. “I don’t get off work until late, well past midnight.”

Shaking his head, Ruhn said, “I don’t mind.”

Feyre nodded, slowly, perfectly amused. “Very well, Mister Danaan, you may walk me home.” 

She pushed herself up from the table and was beginning to walk away when Ruhn called, “Miss Feyre?”

She turned to face him, yet again, a small smile on her lips. “Yes?”

“If I can call you by your first name, then you may call me by mine,” he said, then added, “Please.” 

“Very well,” she said, softly, and then she was off to make her rounds, yet again.

* * * * * * * *

Saturdays were Nesta’s least favorite day. 

The crowds were bigger. The room was louder. The men were worse.

As Nesta hurried toward the saloon, she couldn’t help but wonder what sort of torture Maeve would have planned for her to punish her for being late the night before. Again.

She hurried into the saloon, squeezing Feyre’s hand as she passed, her sister giving her what little strength she could, and started up the stairs.

“Nesta Archeron.”

She paused, and turned, finding Maeve standing at the bottom of the staircase. “I’m not late tonight, ma’am.”

A wicked smirk. “No, you’re not.”

Nesta swallowed hard and made her way back down the stairs.

“Get ready and be back down here within twenty minutes. You have a special request tonight.”

A special request. It sent chills up Nesta’s spine.

And not in a good way.

Nonetheless, she did what she was told. After hurrying up to her room, she took her place in front of the vanity and took down her hair, the curls long and loose as they hung around her shoulders. She lined her eyes with kohl, painted her lips to a ruby red, and pinched her cheeks until they were nice and red. She looked at herself, admired herself in the mirror as she did every night before she changed. 

Her reflection haunted her. 

She was staring at the ghost of the girl she once was, the girl she once knew, before. 

After pinning her hair back so that it was out of her eyes, she shrugged off her robe and dressed. Corset, skirts, stockings beneath that reached her mid-thighs.

Lacing her boots up, she steeled herself, praying it wouldn’t be one of the sick men who enjoyed pain. Nesta hated the pain.

She walked down the stairs, Maeve still waiting in the same spot as before. Eyes turned to look at her as she descended into the saloon, as they always did. People always stared when the whores entered the room.

She glanced around, trying not to make it obvious, as she caught the eyes of those in the bar. The usuals were there, of course, Hunt and Feyre and Luca, picking up dirty dishes. But Azriel Draeven was there, too, along with the mayor. And at their table, eyes trained on her, a glass of whiskey in his hand, was Cassian. Their eyes locked and her feet almost froze on the stairs, but she forced them to keep moving.

When she reached the bottom of the stairs, Maeve inspected her with an experienced eye. Without a word, she nodded, clearly pleased with Nesta’s appearance. She held out an envelope. “Do not open this envelope until you’ve reached the general store. You’ll find further instructions inside. You’ve been booked until sunrise. Go get your coat.”

Nesta didn’t say a word as she took the envelope and went back up to grab her coat. It was all she grabbed, her coat, not wanting to bring the rest of her belongings in case things turned ugly. She would have Feyre to grab them before she left. She wouldn’t mind.

She never did.

With her coat over her shoulders, she descended the stairs, once more, not bothering to look at anyone else except for her sister behind the bar.

Feyre could see the question in her eyes. She nodded, once, and Nesta ignored the sorrow in her youngest sister’s eyes as she exited the saloon, envelope in hand, and went down to the general store.

It wasn’t late by any means, but the dusty main road in and out of town was deserted. Those with families were home, having dinner, spending time with their loved ones. Those that didn’t… well, the saloon would be open for quite a while yet. The envelope in her hand felt heavy, though she knew that was just in her mind. It held nothing but a note, written in Maeve’s formal penmanship, like it always did. This wasn’t the first special request she’d fulfilled and she knew it sure as hell wouldn’t be the last.

With a sigh, she opened the envelope and a letter in an unfamiliar hand fell onto her lap. She read through it once, blinking, and paused. She was misunderstanding. She had to be. Nesta quietly read the letter allowed, making sure her eyes weren’t playing tricks on her.

“Return to your home, lock your doors, and go to bed,” she murmured. “Tell no one, keep this a secret from all but your sisters. Get some rest, beautiful.”

The letter still clutched in her hand, Nesta looked around the deserted street. There was no one around, no one secretly watching her, waiting to catch her making a mistake.

Nesta had never run home so fast in her life.

* * * * * * * *

Lysandra had slipped into the dry storage of the saloon while Cairn wasn’t looking. She just needed a second to breathe, to sit without being hounded.

The door cracked open a minute later and Aedion appeared. “Are you okay?”

She breathed a relieved sigh as she nodded her head. She wasn’t sure if she could speak. If she spoke, she may start crying. Maeve would get far too much enjoyment from her tears.

He understood though, he understood how it took a toll on her. Wordlessly, she stood, making her way over to him, and wrapped her arms around his waist. Aedion didn’t hesitate to wrap his own around her and kiss the top of her head. “I’m sorry,” he breathed.

She shook her head and Aedion knew it’s because there was nothing either of them could do.

For a moment, that’s all there was in the world, just the two of them and the silence. She loved that silence, loved when he held her and she could take a few minutes to breathe.

Even if it was never long enough.

Which it never was.

“You should go back out there,” she whispered.

“Or I can give you some coin,” he replied, quietly.

Not for sex, she knew, but so she could have ten extra minutes of breathing time.

Lysandra shook her head. “It would be a waste of coin, and you know it.”

Neither of them made to move though. Aedion’s hand wove into her hair, holding her head to his chest as she breathed him in, as she rooted herself in this moment, to use it as her anchor for the rest of the night.

Stolen kisses and secret meetings are all they had. Aedion would gladly pay for a night with her, for every night with her if he could. He loved Lysandra more than a man had ever loved a woman, or so he firmly believed. And she had given him her whole heart, since they could never have anything more.

She was Maeve’s favorite whore. There were no prices for a night with Lysandra, not unless someone was willing to shell out a wagon full of coins. No, she was Maeve’s personal gift to give out.

To the most worthy of companions.

Maeve’s most worthy clients. 

“I have to go,” she whispered.

Aedion nodded, knowing the time was coming. The time always came, no matter how many nights Aedion spent praying it wouldn’t.

He wanted so desperately to tell her that he loved her, but he wouldn’t. No matter how much he felt it, he’d keep it to himself, because to say it would be too hard.

He would say it and nothing would change. 

“I’ll be there,” he decided on, after a few seconds passed. He would be there, in the saloon, in case she needed him to look at, to make eye contact with, when she was feeling completely and utterly alone.

She nodded, before taking one last deep breath, breathing him in. And then she was out of his arms, out the door and back into the front room, into her own personal hell.

Because when she saw who was sitting in Maeve’s booth, she thought she was going to be sick. It had been years since she’d seen him. When Maeve crooked a finger over and called for her, those silver eyes met hers and Arrobyn Hammel smiled.

[zeethemess]

friendly reminder that bryce quinlan drinks oat milk

[just-another-colin-kinnie]

I've decided most of the roles for UNDERTALE x DHMIS (with some help)

Yellow/Doi: Frisk Duck/Robin: Toriel Red/Harry: Asgore Paige/Sketch: Alphys Tony: Papyrus Tina: Sans Sheldon: Gaster Shrignold: RG1 Special one/Lily: Asriel/Flowey (Turns into that one purple flower Colin: Mettaton Bread Boy/Bryce: Monster kid Spinach can/Sarah: Undyne Steak/Stephen: Gerson Fridge/Fred: That rabbit shopkeeper in snowdin, next to the inn. Lamp/Larry: RG2 Roy: Chara Tellytony, just because: Temmie Myself ;): Napstablook Extra teachers: Amalgamates I don't have anyone for Muffet. It's probably that one box of oats.

@ask-some-retired-teachers gave me some help. Thank you again. ❤️ Art for Gaster Sheldon and myself as Napstablook is being planned.

And yes, self insert, fight me.

[tkmedia]

Teams: Manly's axing after show-stopping game

The NRL's form player of the year, Tom Trbojevic, is set to make his return for the Sea Eagles after missing round 23 with a facial injury.Last week, Trbojevic was ruled out as a precaution amid conflicting reports the superstar fullback had damaged a pre-existing facial fracture.

Tom Trbojevic (Getty)While serious injury concerns were put to bed, the Sea Eagles took no chance, resting their talisman who is set to make an emphatic return against the Bulldogs this week.Meanwhile, star teammate Moses Suli has been dropped from Des Hasler's squad despite putting up a stellar man of the match performance last week. Suli has been dropped to reserves, replaced by Brad Parker who slots straight into the centres.

Moses Suli. (Getty)Elsewhere, it's tough luck for the Tigers who have the unfortunate task of taking on the Panthers without standout star Adam Doueihi who has been sidelined with a knee injury.To make matters harder for Michael Maguire's men, star winger Brian To'o has made an early return from injury and will line up on Sunday evening.Meanwhile, the Raiders have dumped halfback Sam Williams after back-to-back critical losses to the Storm and Manly.

Adam Doueihi inspires the Tigers to a big win over the Knights. (Getty) (Getty)

NRL Teams

THURSDAYNewcastle Knights vs Gold Coast Titans, 7.50pm at Sunshine Coast StadiumKnights: 1. Kalyn Ponga 2. Enari Tuala 3. Kurt Mann 4. Bradman Best 5. Hymel Hunt 6. Jake Clifford 7. Mitchell Pearce 8. Sauaso Sue 9. Jayden Brailey 10. Jacob Saifiti 11. Tyson Frizell 12. Mitchell Barnett 13. Connor Watson 14. Brodie Jones 15. Chris Randall 16. Josh King 17. Jirah Momoisea 18. Jack Johns 19. Pasami Saulo 20. Simi Sasagi 21. Phoenix CrosslandTitans: 1. Jayden Campbell 2. Phillip Sami 3. Brian Kelly 4. Patrick Herbert 5. Corey Thompson 6. Tyrone Peachey 7. Jamal Fogarty 8. Jarrod Wallace 9. Mitch Rein 10. Tino Fa'asuamaleaui 11. Kevin Proctor 12. Beau Fermor 13. Sam McIntyre 14. Erin Clark 15. David Fifita 16. Moeaki Fotuaika 17. Jaimin Jolliffe 18. Toby Sexton 19. Sam Lisone 20. Esan Marsters 21. Greg MarzhewFRIDAYWarriors vs Canberra Raiders, 6pm at BB Print StadiumWarriors: 1. Reece Walsh 2. Dallin Watene-Zelezniak 3. Peta Hiku 4. Adam Pompey 5. Marcelo Montoya 6. Sean O'Sullivan 7. Chad Townsend 8. Addin Fonua-Blake 9. Wayde Egan 10. Matt Lodge 11. Josh Curran 12. Euan Aitken 13. Bayley Sironen 14. Kodi Nikorima 15. Bunty Afoa 16. Eliesa Katoa 17. Jazz Tevaga 18. Jamayne Taunoa-Brown 20. Rocco Berry 21. Kane Evans 22. Jack MurchieRaiders: 1. Jordan Rapana 2. Bailey Simonsson 3. Sebastian Kris 4. Matthew Timoko 5. Harley Smith-Shields 6. Jack Wighton 7. Matt Frawley 8. Josh Papali'i 9. Josh Hodgson 10. Joseph Tapine 11. Hudson Young 12. Elliott Whitehead 13. Ryan Sutton 14. Charnze Nicoll-Klokstad 15. Emre Guler 16. Corey Horsburgh 17. Siliva Havili 18. Sam Williams 19. Dunamis Lui 20. Semi Valemei 21. Trey MooneySydney Roosters vs South Sydney Rabbitohs, 7.55pm at Suncorp StadiumRoosters: 1. James Tedesco 2. Daniel Tupou 3. Lachlan Lam 4. Joseph Manu 5. Brad Abbey 6. Drew Hutchison 7. Sam Walker 8. Jared Waerea-Hargreaves 9. Sam Verrills 10. Siosiua Taukeiaho 11. Egan Butcher 12. Sitili Tupouniua 13. Isaac Liu 14. Ben Marschke 15. Naufahu Whyte 16. Fletcher Baker 17. Ben Thomas 18. Moala Graham-Taufa 19. Tukupa Hau Tapuha 20. Daniel Suluka-FifitaRabbitohs: 1. Latrell Mitchell 2. Alex Johnston 3. Dane Gagai 4. Campbell Graham 5. Jaxson Paulo 6. Cody Walker 7. Adam Reynolds 8. Mark Nicholls 9. Damien Cook 10. Thomas Burgess 11. Jaydn Su'A 12. Jai Arrow 13. Cameron Murray 14. Benji Marshall 15. Jacob Host 16. Tevita Tatola 17. Hame Sele 18. Liam Knight 19. Blake Taaffe 20. Peter Mamouzelos 21. Taane Milne

Latrell Mitchell (Getty)SATURDAYSt George Illawarra Dragons vs North Queensland Cowboys, 3pm at Browne ParkDragons: 1. Tyrell Sloan 2. Mathew Feagai 3. Jack Bird 4. Zac Lomax 5. Mikaele Ravalawa 6. Talatau Amone 7. Corey Norman 8. Blake Lawrie 9. Jayden Sullivan 10. Josh Mcguire 11. Billy Burns 12. Tariq Sims 13. Jack de Belin 14. Freddy Lussick 15. Tyrell Fuimaono 16. Daniel Alvaro 17. Jackson Ford 18. Kaide Ellis 19. Poasa Faamausili 20. Gerard Beale 21. Josh KerrCowboys: 1. Hamiso Tabuai-Fidow 2. Kyle Feldt 3. Valentine Holmes 4. Ben Hampton 5. Murray Taulagi 6. Scott Drinkwater 7. Tom Dearden 8. Jason Taumalolo 9. Reece Robson 10. Jordan McLean 11. Ben Condon 12. Heilum Luki 13. Reuben Cotter 14. Jake Granville 15. Jeremiah Nanai 16. Mitchell Dunn 17. Griffin Neame 18. Tom Gilbert 19. Daejarn Asi 20. Francis Molo 21. Laitia MoceidrekeCronulla Sharks vs Brisbane Broncos, 5.30pm at Suncorp StadiumSharks: 1. Will Kennedy 2. Sione Katoa 3. Connor Tracey 4. Jesse Ramien 5. Mawene Hiroti 6. Luke Metcalf 7. Braydon Trindall 8. Toby Rudolf 9. Blayke Brailey 10. Aaron Woods 11. Briton Nikora 12. Siosifa Talakai 13. Jack Williams 14. Matt Moylan 15. Braden Hamlin-Uele 16. Aiden Tolman 17. Teig Wilton 18. Kai O'Donnell 19. Billy Magoulias 20. Jenson Taumoepeau 21. Joniah LualuaBroncos: 1. Tesi Niu 2. Corey Oates 3. Selwyn Cobbo 4. Herbie Farnworth 5. Xavier Coates 6. Anthony Milford 7. Albert Kelly 8. Thomas Flegler 9. Jake Turpin 10. Payne Haas 11. Alex Glenn 12. Jordan Riki 13. Kobe Hetherington 14. Danny Levi 15. Rhys Kennedy 16. Ethan Bullemor 17. TC Robati 18. David Mead 19. Brendan Piakura 20. Cory Paix 21. Brodie CroftMelbourne Storm vs Parramatta Eels, 7.35pm at Suncorp StadiumStorm: 1. Ryan Papenhuyzen 2. Dean Ieremia 3. Reimis Smith 4. Justin Olam 5. Josh Addo-Carr 6. Cameron Munster 7. Jahrome Hughes 8. Jesse Bromwich 9. Brandon Smith 10. Christian Welch 11. Felise Kaufusi 12. Kenneath Bromwich 13. Chris Lewis 14. Harry Grant 15. Aaron Pene 16. Tom Eisenhuth 17. Nicholas Hynes 18. Tui Kamikamica 19. Isaac Lumelume 20. Tepai Moeroa 21. Marion SeveEels: 1. Clinton Gutherson 2. Haze Dunster 3. Viliami Penisini 4. Waqa Blake 5. Blake Ferguson 6. Dylan Brown 7. Mitchell Moses 8. Isaiah Papali'i 9. Joey Lussick 10. Junior Paulo 11. Shaun Lane 12. Marata Niukore 13. Nathan Brown 14. Ray Stone 15. Bryce Cartwright 16. Makahesi Makatoa 17. Keegan Hipgrave 18. Will Smith 19. Oregon Kaufusi 20. Sean Russell 21. Jakob Arthur

Ryan Papenhuyzen (Getty)SUNDAYManly Sea Eagles vs Canterbury-Bankstown Bulldogs, 1.50pm at Moreton Daily StadiumSea Eagles: 1. Tom Trbojevic 2. Jason Saab 3. Brad Parker 4. Morgan Harper 5. Reuben Garrick 6. Kieran Foran 7. Daly Cherry-Evans 8. Toafofoa Sipley 9. Lachlan Croker 10. Martin Taupau 11. Haumole Olakau'atu 12. Josh Schuster 13. Jake Trbojevic 14. Dylan Walker 15. Karl Lawton 16. Curtis Sironen 17. Josh Aloiai 18. Moses Suli 19. Cade Cust 20. Jack Gosiewski 21. Kurt De LuisBulldogs: 1. Nick Meaney 2. Corey Allan 3. Will Hopoate 4. Aaron Schoupp 5. Jayden Okunbor 6. Lachlan Lewis 7. Kyle Flanagan 8. Ava Seumanufagai 9. Bailey Biondi-Odo 10. Jack Hetherington 11. Matt Doorey 12. Joe Stimson 13. Josh Jackson 14. Brandon Wakeham 15. Ofahiki Ogden 16. Chris Patolo 17. Sione Katoa 19. Falakiko Manu 20. Jackson Topine 21. Jake Averillo 22. Watson HeletaPenrith Panthers vs Wests Tigers, 4.05pm at Moreton Daily StadiumPanthers: 1. Dylan Edwards 2. Stephen Crichton 3. Paul Momirovski 4. Matt Burton 5. Brian To'o 6. Jarome Luai 7. Nathan Cleary 8. Moses Leota 9. Apisai Koroisau 10. James Fisher-Harris 11. Viliame Kikau 12. Kurt Capewell 13. Isaah Yeo 14. Mitch Kenny 15. Scott Sorensen 16. Tevita Pangai Junior 17. Liam Martin 18. Izack Tago 19. Taylan May 20. Tyrone May 21. Charlie StainesTigers: 1. Moses Mbye 2. David Nofoaluma 3. Tommy Talau 4. Michael Chee-Kam 5. Ken Maumalo 6. Jock Madden 7. Luke Brooks 8. Thomas Mikaele 9. Jacob Liddle 10. Stefano Utoikamanu 11. Shawn Blore 12. Luciano Leilua 13. Alex Twal 14. Joe Ofahengaue 15. Jake Simpkin 16. Tom Amone 17. Alex Seyfarth 18. James Roberts 19. Billy Walters 20. Tukimihia Simpkins 21. Zac Cini

Jarome Luai of the Panthers jumps on the pack as Viliame Kikau of the Panthers celebrates a try. (Getty)For a daily dose of the best of the breaking news and exclusive content from Wide World of Sports, subscribe to our newsletter by clicking here! Read the full article

[bryceslahela]

would love to go two minutes back in time before I found out ppl were making hot chocolate with water <3 okay oph hc time, who makes hot chocolate with milk and who makes it with water? discuss

NAH CAUSE THERE IS NO EXCUSE TO NOT USE MILK..... THERE IS OAT MILK, ALMOND MILK, SOY MILK ETC..... anything but water ☹️☹️

people who make it with milk (the correct way): harper, aurora, keiki, sienna, ethan, raf (he always adds marshmallows too), baz, zaid and inez.

people who make it with water (the wrong way): landry (i just hate him), gary (hasn’t been exposed to the milk hot chocolate poor baby ☹️), sothy (thinks the milk version is too ‘thick’), louise (she just gives me watery hot chocolate vibes). bryce (had a phase in college but now drinks it the right way), tobias (he’s a masochist), sora (its partly why raf broke up with them), also whenever ethan offers other people hot chocolate, he’ll make it with water.

people who don’t drink hot chocolate (the loser way): jackie (she prefers tea), elijah (doesn’t like hot drinks), esme (doesn’t like hot chocolate).

[powercycle]

@destroysoftware​ i dont have like all my liked music on one list but i guess ill shuffle my 2 years of unsorted “favs”

The Shins - Young Pilgrims

Hall & Oates - Out of Touch

Kanye - Feedback

Bryce Vine - Drew Barrymore

MF DOOM - Red and Gold

Poppy - Play Destroy

Earl Sweatshirt - Ontheway!

IDK - Digital

Kero Kero Bonito - It’s Bugsnax!

Playboi Carti - @ MEH

yeah i love how this makes my music taste look. sweet. im not tagging anyone thanks tho <3