#corona-app

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Eingestellt

Eingestellt. Die #CoronaApp

Die Warnfunktion der Corona-App wurde eingestellt. Damit ist eine der letzten Maßnahmen aus der Corona-Pandemie in Deutschland beendet worden. #Corona https://t.co/22VuTQxgNX — NDR.de (@ndr) May 1, 2023

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Waren Corona-Maßnahmen alternativlos?

Aufarbeitung der Fehler kommt nur schleppend

Auch auf unseren Seiten gab es vor 2 Jahren viele Artikel, die sich kritisch mit der Lockdown-Politik in Corona-Zeiten auseinandergesetzt haben. So waren wir von Anfang an gegen Schul- und Kita-Schließungen (z.B. Kollateralschaden: Gewalt gegen Kinder ), die inzwischen auch Gesundheitsminister Lauterbach als Fehler einräumt und die aktuelle PISA-Studie dramatsich belegt. Wir haben uns gegen spionierende Kontakt-Apps ausgesprochen, die nicht einmal unterscheiden konnten, ob sich zwischen den "Kontaktpersonen" nicht vielleicht eine Schaufensterscheibe befand (Luca App: Weder Nutzen noch Sicherheit ).

War das alles rechtens?

Nun ist das Thema - trotz wieder hoher Inzidenzen - völlig aus den Medien verschwunden. Hinter den Kulissen wird allerdings schon an der Aufklärung gearbeitet. So wurde kürzlich der bislang geheime Vorabkaufvertrag zwischen der EU und BioNTech/Pfizer geleakt: Für die erwarteten BioNTech/Pfizer-Impfschäden solle ausschließlich der Steuerzahler haften. Gegen die Verantwortlichen wurde am 28. November Klage beim Internationalen Strafgerichtshof (IStGH) in Den Haag eingereicht.

Insbesondere wird beklagt, dass trotz der wissenschaftlichen Nachweise über die Schädlichkeit der Chargen-Verunreinigung durch Plasmid-DNA nicht nur jede Intervention unterblieb, sondern die Impfkampagne bis zum heutigen Tag weiterhin aufrecht erhalten wurde. Die Europäische Arzneimittelbehörde wusste jedoch schon Ende 2020 vom verunreinigten Material Bescheid, verständigte sich jedoch mit Pfizer darauf, die Qualitätsstandards zu lockern, und nahm so billigend in Kauf, dass nur 55 % der RNA intakt sein musste. Neue Dokumente lassen vermuten: Pfizer nutzte zwei unterschiedliche Verfahren, um die Corona-Präparate herzustellen. Eines war sauber und teuer und kam im Zulassungsverfahren zur Anwendung. Das andere war billig, führte zu verunreinigten Injektionen ...

Auch Prof. Dr. Stefan Homburg zählte bei seinem Vortrag im Deutschen Bundestag am 11.11.2023 diverse Punkte auf, die den Umgang mit Corana fragwürdig erscheinen lassen:

Das Bundesgesundheitsministerium sagt: die Klinikbelegung sank im Jahre 2020 bundesweit auf ein Allzeittief.

Es gab 2020 und 2021 nicht mehr schwere Atemwegserkrankungen als üblich. Corona kam, die Influenza verschwand. Sagen Sentineldaten des RKI.

Die Zahlen des Statistischen Bundesamts belegen: 2020 starben altersstandardisiert nicht mehr Menschen als sonst. Erst seit 2021 nimmt die Sterblichkeit zu.

RKI und Statistisches Bundesamt stellen fest, dass Menschen, die mit oder an Corona starben, im Mittel 83 Jahre alt waren, die übrigen Verstorbenen 82 Jahre.

Die Daten der WHO belegen, dass das masken- und lockdownfreie Schweden besser abschnitt als Deutschland.

Im weiteren kritisiert er in seinem Vortrag, die (nicht nur damals) einseitige und panikschürende Medienberichterstattung und das Unterbinden von Ansichten von Fachwissenschaftlern, wie Epidemiologen und Ärzten für Öffentliche Gesundheit. Obwohl im Februar 2020 Lehrbücher und WHO-Richtlinien von Maßnahmen wie Lockdowns oder Schulschließungen abrieten, kam im März 2020 mit der Ansprache der Kanzlerin die Kehrtwende mit ihren Milliardenausgaben für Impfstoffe und den wirtschaftlichen und gesellschaftlichen Schäden durch Lockdowns. Diese Vorgänge gehören aufgearbeitet, allein schon, um künftig solche Fehler nicht zu wiederholen!

PS. Mit der Aufarbeitung von Regierungsversagen klappt es meist nicht. Oder hat irgendjemand Substanzielles von der Aufarbeitung des völkerrechtlich fragwürdigen 20-jährigen Afghanistaneinsatzes der Bundeswehr gehört ( Zügig eigene Kriege aufarbeiten ), der uns nach dem kläglichen Abzug versprochen wurde?

Mehr dazu bei https://afsaneyebahar.com/2023/12/07/20697426/

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Lucky - A Pedrotober Drabble

Day 8 of Pedrotober: Corona Pedrotober hosted by @norththelemon and @alyssamariag. View the full prompt list HERE and view my entire Pedrotober drabble catalog HERE.

Pairing: Frankie Morales x f!reader

Rating: THIS IS FOR EVERYONE WHO BELIEVES IN LOVE. The briefest of mentions of unwanted advances in a bar setting.

Word Count: 2268

a/n: This is for @alyssamariag and she knows it. I legitimately blacked out writing this one and somehow it's now here.

"You'll find someone eventually, sweetie," your mom reminds you for what feels like the millionth time. "You just have to put yourself out there."

It's exhausting, really, these weekly phone calls where you're reminded time and time again that your brother is getting married. Five years younger and he was beating you to the alter the same way every one of your friends has. But he was lucky. He met his future wife in college when they sat next to one another in class. An organic meet cute that spawned into a flourishing relationship.

Meanwhile, your college boyfriend cheated on you the first chance he got.

"I have to go, Mom," you cut her off as Frankie walks through the front door. He gives you a knowing look when he realizes you're on the phone, moving through your house like he lives there. And these days, he basically does.

As the only single members of your friend group, you spend your time together while the others spend theirs with their partners. It was, at times, perhaps a little concerning how co-dependent the two of you were becoming, but seeing Frankie each evening was much better than the alternative of being alone.

And it wasn't like the two of you hadn't tried to find partners. You'd just never been in the right place at the right time. Frankie was fresh out of a long-term relationship when you met him, and starting a flight school had kept him far too busy for far too long. For you, moving across the country hadn't helped much. You'd had to start fresh. New city, new job, new home, new friends, all built from the ground up. Where the move had done little for your love life, it had brought you a sense of accomplishment, a wealth of new experiences, and, most importantly, your boys.

Which, you suppose, was a bit of good fortune. The way you just happened to walk into the same bar on the same night that they were already seated around a table celebrating Benny's latest win. The way your coworker ditched you early on, leaving you alone at the bar nursing a once-cold bottle of Corona. The way all four of them had jumped to your defense when a man tried to slip his arm around your waist.

But even they had found people to share their lives with while you and Frankie sat on the sidelines, doing your due diligence by downloading dating apps. You even dragged him along to a speed dating event that Santi had signed you up for, but the world wasn't what it once was. You couldn't just attend a cooking class and expect to meet your soulmate while roasting a turkey. And if you did manage to secure your significant other one side dish at a time, it was still because of luck.

"Your Mom again?" Frankie asks when you step into your kitchen, already feeling the urge to rant boiling in your veins.

You nod. "She's on me again. Reminding me that my biological clock is ticking and that I have to get serious about this before she's too old to play with her grandchildren."

Frankie scoffs, "You don't want kids though."

"That's what I keep telling her, but I don't know that it'll ever stick in your brain," you bite out as you help him unbag the Chinese food he's brought you for dinner. "But," you continue, conceding a bit, "she is also kind of right."

He pauses, staring at you with wide eyes until the heat permeating through the thin cardboard of the box of rice he's holding threatens to burn his fingers. He sets it on the counter with a wince and turns to you. "Don't tell me you're letting her get in your head."

You shrug, avoiding his gaze as you grab plates. "I don't know." You exhale heavily as you set the dishes down next to him, turning to lean back against the counter. "I just wish I could skip this whole dating thing and get to the happy ending part. It's just unfair, you know? How we're supposed to put ourselves out there on these apps when all anyone is looking for there is a good fuck. And if you don't rely on the apps, you're not trying hard enough. And if none of that worked, it's entirely up to fate to put you in the right place at the right time."

There's a beat of silence before he responds, his voice dripping with understanding. "I know what you mean." Of course, he does. Of anyone, he's the only one that does.

"It's like playing the lottery and losing every time," you sigh again, scooping rice onto one of the dishes. "Maybe I should just have Benny set me up on that blind date he keeps talking about or something."

"Are you sure you want to do that?"

You hand him his own plate of food. "It's better than not trying, isn't it?"

Frankie says nothing.

If you were serious about the blind date, I have someone I could set you up with. Better than Benny's guy.

His text feels like it comes out of nowhere. You're on your way home from work when you see it pop up on your car's notification system, and you swear you feel your stomach drop a little at the suggestion. You'd mostly been kidding when you said it, overwhelmed by the lecture you'd just been given by your mother, and there's something about Frankie making the offer that doesn't sit right with you. Sitll, you're curious.

Who is it? You text back once you've put the car in park, grabbing your phone as you head inside.

He replies instantly, doesn't that defeat the point of a blind date??

You roll your eyes and call him instead and he picks up on the second ring. "It does not defeat the purpose," you explain, "I just want to know what I'm getting into before I say yes."

Your best friend chuckles on the other end of the line. "It's just someone I work with. Nice guy, recently out of a relationship, tall," Frankie explains, well aware of your type.

"Is he a scruffy-looking nerfherder, too?" you ask, quoting The Empire Strikes Back. You'd once told him that that was your type. Harrison Ford saving Carrie Fisher from an icy planet.

"Maybe."

You ponder your options for a moment. You'd never actually texted Benny about the idea, but having it come out of left field on Frankie's part feels a little like a sign. Maybe this is the stroke of luck you need. A random introduction that would lead to a fairytale romance.

"I'll do it," you tell him, "on one condition. I get to set you up with someone, too."

Frankie's quiet, and you wish you could see his face right now because you can picture the panic you know is written on it. But you aren't about to find your true love and leave him in the dust. "Who is it?" he asks, imitating your earlier questioning.

"A friend from work," you reply sarcastically, even if it isn't a lie. "You'll like her. She's smart, a little quiet, and brunette."

"I really think you'll like her," you explain to Frankie as the two of you walk through the grocery store, a weekly trip you take together. "She works in finance, she actually knows something about how to fix a car, and she loves to travel." He nods along, pushing the cart as you grab things from both of your lists. "But what about my prince charming?" you inquire, setting a box of Cap'n Crunch in the basket. For all you've told him about his date, he's told you very little.

"He...." Frankie pauses for a second, "...he's..."

You tilt your head. "You're really selling him here, Morales."

He shrugs, "What am I supposed to say? He's the most attractive man I've ever met? You'll definitely be satisfied by him? I'm sure he has a big..."

A mother passing by with her daughter in the cart coughs before he can finish the sentence and you struggle to hold in a laugh as he apologizes. The two of you move further down the aisle, "Okay, maybe not that, but what's he like as a person? What does he do for fun?"

Frankie sucks in a breath. "He likes a lot of the same things I do, I guess. He's...nurturing?"

Your eyebrows raise as you lead him down another aisle. "Nurturing?"

"Yeah," he grunts softly. "Nurturing. Like, he's loyal. Cares about the people in his life. The kind of person that will take care of you when you're sick or watch that dumb Tom Hanks movie you love so much."

"You've Got Mail," you supply, causing him to roll his eyes before continuing, but it's obvious that he chooses his next words carefully.

"He's the kind of person who will be there for you even when it's two in the morning and you're up because it's storming. I guess he can be a little stubborn, but it's usually just because he cares too much." He pauses, and you open your mouth to respond, but then he keeps going and you can do nothing but listen, transfixed. "Loves movies and has his pilot's license like me. Quiet sometimes, but he can be a little mischievous, too. It's all in good fun, though. It just means he loves you."

You've stopped next to the pasta and are staring at him, eyes wide. "Is that all?"

He nods. "That good enough for you?"

"Yeah, that's good."

Your date comes faster than you anticipated. Frankie has you set up at a local bar to meet with his coworker, although per your agreement, you didn't even know his name. He'd be sitting, Frankie explained, at a table near the back and would be drinking a Corona. When you insisted that you needed more information, he asked if you'd prefer a rose in a book, but you'd simply hit his arm and grudgingly agreed to his plan.

His date, meanwhile, was set for the following evening. Your coworker hadn't stopped talking about it all week, excited about the prospect of meeting someone new. For someone who was usually quiet, she was obnoxiously loud when it came to Frankie, and you couldn't help but wince every time she brought him up. It wasn't that you were jealous, because you weren't. You and Frankie were never meant to be more than friends, and that was lucky enough.

So why didn't it feel that way?

As you check your makeup in the rearview mirror, you debate driving back home. It would be easy to leave. Easy to call Frankie on the way and tell him you didn't feel a spark and ask if he'd pick up a pizza and come over for a movie night. Cancel the whole thing and go back to your simple single life.

Your phone lights up on the passenger seat with a text from Frankie, as if he's heard your thoughts somehow. Have fun tonight.

Well, now you have to go inside. And maybe this wouldn't work out. Maybe Frankie was wrong and this guy wasn't for you, but you have to go for him. Because your best friend put in the time and effort to set you up with someone he genuinely thought you would like. And you trust his judgement wholeheartedly.

With one last breath, you step from your car, finding your confidence in your heels as you make your way toward the same bar you'd met the boys at all those years ago. It's crowded inside, more so than usual, and you have to apologize a few times as you weave your way through the mass of people. You can feel your heart pounding in your chest and your stomach feels like throwing up might be a preferable activity right now, but you press on until you can see someone sitting at a table near the back.

You try to make out his features through the dim light, but he's turned away from you. You know it's him though because the light above his table illuminates the Corona he's holding with one hand. When the song changes on the radio, Harry Nilsson's Somewhere Over the Rainbow playing through the speakers, you realize you've been standing there for too long.

That, actually, you don't want to go through with this.

What you want is to go home. You want to call Frankie. You want to curl up in his arms. You want...

"Frankie," you breathe out because he's there in front of you as he turns. Like you've summoned him.

He leaves the Corona on the table as he stands and takes a step toward you. He says nothing as he invades your space. You feel like crying, and maybe you are because he tells you not to, wiping the tears from your cheeks with his thumb.

"I wanted it to be you," you say softly, quoting Meg Ryan because, you realize, this is what it feels like to be lucky. "How did you..."

Frankie smiles. "You didn't think I'd actually let you end up with someone else, did you?"

"No," you tell him tearfully, "you're too stubborn for that." It's easy to melt into his embrace as he draws you closer. "And mischievous," you add, repeating what he told you at the grocery store, "but I guess that just means he loves me."

He nods, his lips a breath from yours. "He does."

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Fade Me

Older!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

summary: your night is ruined when your date is a no show. maybe the handsome stranger at the end of the bar can fix it.

warnings: slight angst. reader is 30, Eddie is early 40s. Modern au! Reader's date sucks. Eddie is a sweetheart. Fluff. Swearing. Shitty writing and grammar mistakes!!! Not proofread!!!! Also Minors go away, I'm an 18+ blog.

*if I missed anything lmk

a/n: WELCOME TO MY BIRTHDAY BASH EVERYONE!!!!!!! I'm so excited to be celebrating with all of you guys!! This isn't my best work but I think its cute and that's all that matters. Love you all and hope you guys like this <3

Oh, maybe, you could devastate me.

Little lady, come and fade me.

Everything at the moment was pissing you off, setting spark to the last small fuse that sat within you. The pain from sitting on the hard bar stool was shooting pain right to your tailbone, not going away no matter how many times you switch your position. The unforgiving squeeze of the uncomfortable heels radiated pain all over your feet and you knew they would be swollen in the morning. The group of rowdy girls at the back of the bar were shrieking with joy over something you have no idea about, but you did know that you wanted to drag all of them by their scalp and remove them from the bar. 

This was stupid, so fucking stupid, and you knew from the very start that it wasn’t going to work. It never does and the next time you see your friends, they aren't going to hear the end of it. Dating sites and dating in general were things you didn’t like to partake in and for good reason. 

Out of all your friends, you happened to be the only single one and you were fine with that, but they weren’t. They begged you, since the moment you broke up with your college sweetheart, to get back out into the dating world. It was actually irritating that they cared so much about your relationship status so much, if you were hooking up with anyone, all under the guise of wanting you to be happy. Truthfully they did want you to be happy and they knew you craved having a relationship, but you were pissed and wanted to stew in your own anger.

Well, right now you were everything but happy. In fact you were furious. Furious with yourself, with them, and most importantly your stupid ass date, Luke. After your thirtieth birthday, your friends all but tackled your phone out of your grasp, making you a stupid tinder profile. 

“Thirty is the new twenty one, babe,” Dahlia said as she and the two other girls scrolled through pictures to post. 

Twenty one your ass, you think, especially with the way you’re fighting a yawn at only nine thirty on a Friday night. 

So you gave in, swiped on a few different people who snatched your attention, one of them being Luke. He was handsome, smiling brightly with a bottle of Corona in his hand and a pair of Raybans perched on the bridge of his nose. His bio was simple, straight to the point, and it was the least douchey thing you’ve read while on the app. 

After making short conversation, you learned that he was an investment banker, working in the Citibank building downtown. His interests were the same as yours, very shy yet loved to have a good time with friends. The best selling point was his dog, Cali, that could be seen in a few of the other pictures he had. 

You were sold, with his witty banter and the fact that he had his life together at thirty two didn’t make the decision hard, especially when all the other people you know that are your age don’t have a solid plan. Which in argument's sake is fine, however you weren’t getting any younger and the want to get married and start a life with someone was getting strong, even though you’d never admit it to your friends. 

So that’s why you’re sitting in a swanky bar in downtown Indy, waiting patiently for your date, who happens to be an hour late, in a dress you spent sixty dollars on. It was a pathetic feeling really, putting this much faith into a stranger in the hopes of finding the one. It’s actually why you didn’t want to do it in the first place and why your friends would have to face your wrath when you get home. 

The buzzing of your phone on the wooden bar jolts you awake, the wave of adrenaline coursing through your veins making your heart pump erratically. 

IMessage 

Luke: Sorry for the last minute text but I’m not going to be able to make it tonight. Had to stay late at the office today, I hope you understand. 

With a defeated sigh you turn your phone face down, not having the energy to cuss the asshole out for making you wait so long. Pulling your focus on the bartender, you flag him over and order a martini. Dry martini. Very dry. 

When the man places the glass in front of you, he gives you a weak smile as if he knows what’s happening. He probably does know what’s happening, he’s probably seen this happen more times than he’d like to admit and it only adds to your frustration. 

Muttering a small thanks, you take a big swig from the crystal glass, letting the liquor burn down your esophagus. It hits your stomach causing an instant burn, more fuel to the fire that’s been shimmering below the surface. The pity you started to feel has now turned into a new found rage. 

Quickly picking up your phone, you ignore the burn from the sting of the bright light, and tap on Luke’s text. 

Staring at it, you can feel the fire ripping through your body, all the anger and embarrassment you’ve let build up while sitting here coming out as you read his last message. 

Luke: Sorry for the last minute text but I’m not going to be able to make it tonight. Had to stay late at the office today, I hope you understand.  

You: That would’ve been awesome to know about an hour ago. Thank you for wasting my Friday night asshole. 

Before you can text more insults, a gruff voice interrupts the quick tapping of your acrylic nails on the screen.  

“Trust me sweetheart, he’s not worth it.” Pulling your gaze from your phone, you try to find the owner of the voice. 

Turning to your right you see him, two seats away from you, tucked away into the corner at the end of the bar. You’re not sure when he got there or if he’s been there the whole time but his presence alone is pissing you off. You’re ready to aim your dagger like tongue at him and tell him to go fuck himself when you take in his appearance. 

A plain black tee shirt pulled taunt across his broad chest, tattooed arms squeezed by the material just right. On his hands sits more black ink and nice silver rings, gleaming in the low light of the bar. His hair is brown with a streak or two of salt and pepper mixed in, wisps of hair framing his face from where it fell out of the low bun it’s been pulled into. The crows feet by his eyes are fitting, especially when his dimpled smile is peaking through from where it sits behind his glass of whiskey. 

He seems older, at least from the discolored hair and stubble on his chin, but he’s very handsome. Actually he’s hot and if you weren’t so mad right now, you’d be flirting with him. That’s not the case though, not when he has a smug ass smile on his face like he’s all knowing. 

“What d’you know?” You bite back, waiting for the handsome stranger to answer. When he takes more than a second to answer, you cock an eyebrow at him like it’s taking him too long. 

“I shouldn’t have assumed,” He replies cooly, putting his glass down on the coaster, “Don’t text her, it’s not worth it.” When his eyes meet yours, you can’t help but stop breathing. 

Big brown eyes looking right at you, so soft and gentle. You sink into the warmth of his eyes on you, almost letting yourself drift away. But you’re mad and this stranger is the perfect person to let it all out on. 

“No they’re not a she, and even if it was you don’t know anything.” You look back down at your phone, tapping away at your keyboard finishing what you had started. When you hear him huff out a laugh, the frown that was on your face before quickly deepens. 

“You’re right, sweetheart, I don’t know anything. What I do know is when a pretty girl like yourself has been sitting alone at a bar for longer than an hour and suddenly starts tapping away on that thing, like you are right now, I know she’s been stood up.” 

His statement brings you right back out of your phone, willing yourself not to wipe that ‘know it all’ look right off of his pretty face. Your scowl is piercing right through him, hating the way that he could see right through you and yet not having a clue who you were. 

“Hey, I’m not judging,” He throws his hands up in surrender, “But I promise, whatever douche made someone as stunning as you, wait in a bar this long for ‘em, doesn’t deserve you. Plus, you’re too pretty to be lookin’ that angry.” He picks his glass up, finishing off the rest before nodding to the bartender for another. 

In any other situation you’d be telling them off, yelling at them to get lost, but something about this stranger feels different. You could write it off and say it’s because he’s attractive but in all actuality, it’s because he’s gentle when he says it. His eyes aren’t roaming your body like some pig, hoping to get into your panties by sweet talking to you. It’s like he actually cares about you, the stranger in her pretty dress who has been stood up by her date, like he’s known you his whole life. 

Slowly you set your phone down, relaxing the sour look on your face, and you take a deep breath. The last thing you want to do is cry, especially in a bar, and especially in front of the caring hot stranger. 

“Is it that obvious?” You ask shyly, picking up your martini glass for another sip. The man shakes his head, moving his posture so that he’s leaning towards you. 

“Don’t do that,” he says, “Don’t start thinking down on yourself. Yes it was a little obvious but my suspicion grew more when you didn’t order a drink after sitting at a bar for five minutes.” 

The statement makes you laugh wetly when he says it, a single tear escaping your eye causing you to wipe it hoping it’s not noticeable. If he sees it, he doesn’t say anything, instead moving over to the seat next to you. 

“Listen, don’t let whatever dickhead person ruin your night. From what I’ve witnessed you’re a pretty badass chick, so whatever frat bro did this to you should be scared.” An inked hand places a white napkin in front of you, a peace offering that you’re quick to take. 

“That’s the worst part, he’s not even a frat bro. He’s a finance bro.” When you chance a look up at him, he’s looking right back at you, pearly white teeth staring at you. 

In a split second he’s laughing, a deep belly kind of laugh with his head thrown back. As much as you want to defend yourself, tell him that Luke wasn’t your first choice, you can’t. Following suit, you start giggling as well, placing the white napkin to the corner of your eye to collect any unushered tears. 

“I gotta tell you sugar, that’s even worse.” The pet name doesn’t get lost on you, heart stuttering the minute it falls from his lips. Trying to pull yourself together, hoping he didn’t see the way you stiffened at the name, you clear your throat. 

“Tell me about it,” You playfully roll your eyes, taking a sip of what’s left of your drink. 

When you move your sight back over to him, he’s leaning back, dimples showing off, almost like he knows something you don’t. He does know something however, he knows that he has some sort of effect on you, watching you with pink flushing your cheeks and it’s not from the alcohol. 

“So,” You break the silence, “Sugar, huh?” You furrow your brows questioningly and it only makes him smile bigger than before. 

When he leans forward you catch a whiff of his scent, pine and cedar, musky and smoky. He’s even prettier up close and your eyes are trying to map out every detail of him so that you can remember it when you go to sleep tonight, dreaming of the good looking stranger who made your night better. 

“Well, between the softness of your laugh and your scowl that could kill,” his voice is low and husky, saying a secret for only you to hear, “You have a little bit of sugar and spice. Kind of like that cartoon with the badass power wielding girls.” 

“Do you mean the PowerPuff Girls?” Cocking your head to the side you laugh, his true age showing in the way that he described the Cartoon Network show. 

“I’m showing my true age, huh? Well, in my defense I was fifteen and you probably weren’t born yet.” His crows feet become more defined. Shaking your head, you wave to the bartender for another martini. 

“Actually, I was five but you were close enough.” His eyes go wide in shock with your admission. When another glass is placed in front of you, you send a smile to the bartender and he gives you one back. 

Looking back at the man next to you, you raise an eyebrow, questioning why he’s so surprised at your age. Blowing out a big breath it seems he’s been holding the whole time, he takes a swig of his own drink. 

“Sorry, I just,” he sighs, looking back up at you quizzingly, “wow, you’re really thirty?” Although there’s no malice behind his question, you can’t help but frown at him. He notices and immediately back tracks. 

“Fuck, no not like that I just meant,” You wait for him to dig himself a deeper hole. When he finally gets his thoughts together, he looks at you, really looks at you and it makes you want to melt. “Listen, I really didn’t mean it like that, I promise. Honestly, I felt like a perv when I first started talkin’ to you, thinkin’ you were like twenty one. When you said you were thirty, I was just surprised, that’s all. Maybe a little excited knowing I might have a chance.” 

You take in what he says to you, how sincere his voice is, and you know he isn’t lying. You don’t want to give in so fast though, you want him to sweat it out a bit. So you take a sip of your drink, your eyebrow still arched in fake annoyance. With an extra shot of courage, you look over at him, fake pout on your red stained lip. 

“How can you have a chance when I don’t even know your name?” Your voice is like silk, smooth and soft. The older man clearly likes it, the way a smirk is formed on his pink kissable lips is a clear indicator. 

“M’Eddie, Eddie Munson,” He offers you his ringed hand for a handshake, “And you are?” You give him your name and he hums with delight. “A pretty name for a pretty girl.” 

You snort loudly at his comment, covering your mouth to stop from any further laughter from falling from your lips. Eddie arches an eyebrow at you, questioning what you found so funny. 

“I’m sorry, that was just so corny.” Another giggle slips from you and the cool facade he had crumples, laughing along with you. 

“S’pretty bad, huh?’ He scrunches his nose and you think it might be the cutest thing you’ve ever seen. 

“Yeah it was bad, who told you that would work?” You take a sip of your martini and look at him from over the rim of your glass. 

Chuckling and shaking his head, Eddie rubs his forehead as if he’s stressed. Now he’s the one fumbling and nervous, you got him in the palm of your hand. 

“Goodness, it was going so well too.” You continue to tease, the playfulness dripping from your voice. Looking over at you Eddie can’t help but smile, those damn dimples back on display. 

“You’re trouble, sugar.” It’s said with the utmost confidence and it has you blushing.

“Oh you haven’t seen anything yet, babe.” It’s an invitation for him to find out and you hope he catches it. 

“How about I find out on Sunday over dinner and some drinks? What do you say?” Eddie leans into you when he says it, getting the closest he’s been to you, letting his husky voice fill your ears. 

Trying to hide the chill that runs up your back and the excitement that settles in your belly, you lean in just as close. “I’d say you have a date, pretty boy.” 

The two of you stay like that for a minute, smiling like giddy teens. Breaking away from the small moment, he pulls his phone out from his pocket, unlocking it and opening up the phone app to type in a new contact. 

Handing you the phone, his face seems boyish and giddy, you’re sure if he wasn’t sitting he’d be bouncing on the ball of his feet. Typing in your number, you shyly smile up at him handing back his phone. 

“I better hear from you Eddie Munson or finance bro won’t be the only one gettin’ his ass kicked.” Pointing a finger at him, you try your best to look as mean as possible but your plan quickly fails when you see his eyes shining at you. 

“Yes ma’am.” Throwing a wink at you, he reaches into his wallet and pulls a crisp hundred out and places it on the bar top. “I’ll be seein’ you soon, sugar.” Wrapping his fingers around yours, he places a kiss to the back of your hand. 

The feeling of his lips on your skin makes you ache for more, and the moment it’s gone you wish you can make him do it again. Pulling your lip in between your teeth, you look up at him like he’s hung the stars. 

The moment is cut short when the bartender asks Eddie if he wants change. Surprisingly he doesn’t look at the older man with anger for ruining it, instead he gives him a nice smile. 

“No Paul, the change is all yours. Also, this beautiful young lady’s drinks are on my tab.” Nodding his head, the bartender thanks Eddie for the generous tip. 

Pulling his attention back to you, he cuts you off before you can chastise him for paying. “Let me pay for the pretty girl who made my whole night, it’s the least I can do.” 

Rolling your eyes, you try hard to not let him see how flustered you are. When he bids you a goodnight, you can’t help but feel the ache of his absence. The whole time you’re in the Lyft home you think of him, staring out the window and replaying everything in your head. 

Once you get home, you sit in silence on the end of your bed, not worrying about the shower you need to take. You can’t believe the luck you had in meeting Eddie and a part of you wants to thank Luke for not showing up. 

The ding of your phone pulls you out of your thoughts, your heartbeat picking up when you read your screen. 

Maybe Eddie: Hey it’s Eddie, just wanted to make sure you got home safe. I wanted to ask if you could thank that loser for not showin up, he really did both of us a favor tonight. 

When you read it, you can’t help but giggle a little. Although corny and maybe a little dorky, Eddie had thought the same thing as you and for some reason it sent the butterflies in your tummy on a rampage. 

Maybe Eddie: You’re totally laughing at me right now, aren’t you?

Bursting into laughter, your tummy flips in excitement, imagining him blushing on the other side of the phone. Tapping away on your screen, you send him a reply. 

You: Oh you know it 😉

You: Thank you for making sure I got home by the way, I appreciate it. 

Eddie: I should’ve known. Glad you got home in one piece. 

Eddie: Night, sugar. See you Sunday 🖤

Fuck a text, you were going to send Luke a thank you card and maybe some chocolate.

I hope you guys liked this! I can't wait to continue this week with all of you! See you all tomorrow with the next fic :)

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[logorrhea5mip]

As you might know, the sky is due to get a new star any time now, in a few months at most.

What is happening? The recurrent nova T Coronae Borealis, by far the brightest one known, is a star* in the northern constellation Corona Borealis that, once every 80 years or so, increases in brightness from completely invisible by naked eye to among the ~100 brightest in the night sky. This increase is called a nova, from the Latin word for new, as it looks like a new star has appeared.

Where can i see it from? Basically all human inhabited latitudes, all except the far south. In the northern latitudes, however it is visible the entire night, while near and below the equator you will need to 'catch' it at the right time of night, which in August and September is just after sunset.

How will it look? Let's not get your hopes up too high. It will, at the brightest, reach a magnitude around 2 at most, so about as bright as the north star, relatively unremarkable and completely unnoticeable as unique to someone who doesn't know where to look. But still, it's the most visible sudden change to the relatively fixed pattern of the heavens any of us will live to see, so you should still go give it a look.

Where is it? Currently, the constellation is best visible about 1 or 2 hours after sunset. You will need to be relatively far away from light pollution, so at least a couple dozen stars are clearly visible. While learning the constellations, and finding the star by orienting via those is imho half the fun, you could use one of many sky map apps and websites to tell you the star's location. If it didn't happen yet, there should be nothing visible at that location. However, if there is, congrats! You just did an astronomy™ :3

It will appear in the circle next to the star labeled ε

Why is this happening? Most stars spend most of their lives in a stable, hydrogen fusing state. However, when hydrogen in their cores begins to run out, they switch to helium fusion, which makes them swell up to enormous sizes, turn red due to lower surface temperature, and are thus called red giants. After this helium runs out, the star will (in most cases) throw off the inflated outer layers, while its hot, dense core shrinks and keeps on glowing due to how hot it is, while not actually doing any fusion and not producing any new energy. Those are called white dwarfs, and because they don't fuse, aren't technically stars at all, therefore the asterisk in the first sentence of this post. The T-CrBo system is a red giant and white dwarf binary, where the red giant has grown so big, that the parts of it closest to its partner aren't gravitationally bound to it anymore. Therefore, the gas falls and accumulates on the white dwarf's surface (which otherwise has no hydrogen on its own), untill a critical point is reached where the pressure of the gas causes it to all fuse at once, resulting in a huge thermonuclear explosion bright enough to be seen from over 2500 light years. The explosion however, isn't big enough to blow the dwarf apart, and it starts accumulating new matter from its partner right away. Because of this, it with re-explodes every 8 decades, and it is due to go any day now.

@green-mountain-goose @brightgreendandelions

[techniktagebuch]

12. bis 16. 12. 2022

Odyssee im Testiversum

Am Montagmittag führe ich routinemäßig einen Antigen-Schnelltest bei mir selbst durch, weil mein Hals ein wenig kratzt. Er zeigt sehr bald ein positives Ergebnis an, na gut, nach drei Jahren hab ich dann wohl auch Corona. Ich bin fünf Mal geimpft und mache mir nicht allzu große Sorgen, außer darum, andere angesteckt zu haben.

Um möglichst schnell über die Corona-Warn-App andere darauf aufmerksam zu machen, dass sie vielleicht von mir infiziert worden sein könnten, versuche ich nun an einen PCR-Test zu kommen. Mein Hausarzt bietet keine mehr an und verweist mich an eine Teststation, wo ich jedoch erst einen weiteren Schnelltest machen soll. In den kommenden zwei Tagen werde ich bei zwei unterschiedlichen Stationen insgesamt drei Mal mittels eines angeblich tiefen Nasenabstrichs negativ getestet.

Alle meine Tests zu Hause, die ich gekauft hatte, weil sie in vergleichenden Produkttests als besonders sensitiv abschnitten, werden sofort positiv.

Ich gehe Mittwoch ein weiteres Mal zu einer Filiale von Schnelltest Berlin und verlange vor dem Hintergrund meiner eigenen Ergebnisse einen PCR-Test, der mit dem Hinweis an mir ausgeführt wird, dass ich ihn selbst zahlen müsse, falls er doch negativ ausfallen solle (Kostenpunkt: 99€). Einen Tag später erhalte ich einen Anruf aus dem Kundencenter, dass mein Test leider nicht auswertbar gewesen sei, ich dürfe deshalb noch mal einen PCR-Test durchführen lassen.

Zu diesem Zeitpunkt reihen sich bei mir sechs positive Selbsttests auf. Der am Donnerstag genommene tiefe Nasenabstrich ist auswertbar und ich erhalte Freitagmorgen per Mail mein positives Ergebnis, das jedoch nur als PDF herunterzuladen ist, nicht direkt in die Corona-Warn-App einzutragen.

Um das zu erreichen, rufe ich, wie im Menüpunkt “Ihre Testverwaltung → TAN für PCR-Test anfragen” angegeben, bei der kostenfreien Hotline für diese TAN-Erstellung an. Dort muss ich Auskunft darüber geben, in welchem Labor mein Test ausgewertet wurde (steht im Ergebnis), was mein Geburtsdatum ist und wie meine Handynummer lautet. Dann legt der freundliche Servicemitarbeiter auf und ruft mich unmittelbar zurück. Er diktiert mir eine zehnstellige TAN, die ich als Nächstes in das dafür zuständige Fenster der Warn-App eingebe. Daraufhin wird mein Ergebnis in die App geladen und ich wähle aus, dass ich andere warnen möchte.

Da ich mein PCR-Ergebnis erst am vierten Tag nach meinem positiven Selbsttest erhalten habe, werden einige derjenigen, denen ich evtl. infektiös begegnet bin, nicht gewarnt.

(Alina Smithee)

[losfacedevil]

Quickie // JTK

a/n ~ I've been sitting on this one - no pun intended- for months and finally found the motivation to finish it. As always thank you to the bestest @vanfleeter for always hyping these things up and getting first dibs on em. I love youuu! Prompt: "You think I stare at you just for fun? Well, think again." Worked it in this one just for you @iheartjakekiszka

WARNINGS: 18+ MINORS DNI!! Heavy petting, Oral (M! receiving), unprotected penetrative sex, cock riding.

She was always the third wheel and never the plus one. So when she saw Jake in the same predicament with Josh and his plus one she decided she was going to have some fun with it. 

A curt nod to her friends let them know that she was going to mingle and would be back soon, not that they really cared. Quickly making her way into the kitchen she ducked past Sam, a quick smile and wave exchanged before she snatched up a bottle of Corona out of the ice bucket sitting on the counter. 

She checked herself out in the reflection of the microwave door, cracking open the beverage as she made sure the tendrils of hair that framed her hair fell just right. Straightening out her back she took off at a saunter, shooting short waves and soft smiles at the acquaintances she passed. 

Her eyes fell on Josh first, a shit eating grin spreading across her face as she waved at him. He reciprocated her smile, the alcohol coursing through his veins giving him the liquid courage to do anything. She stepped in front of Jake and took in his form, the way he leaned back casually, his arm thrown over the back of the couch next to him. 

“Is this seat taken?” A giggle slipped past her lips as she pointed at Jake’s lap. His eyes danced to hers as he continued the conversation he was in, not skipping a beat answering Josh’s question. 

She shrugged her shoulders, not waiting for him to answer and wrapped her arm gently around Jakes shoulders before lowering herself into his lap. She threw her legs over his, leaning her upper body against his in one fell swoop. Jakes eyes grew wide as his body stiffened slightly and his arm fell to rest against his thigh. 

Jakes eyes quickly met Josh’s as she leaned forward slightly to place her beer on the coffee table in front of them. She fell seamlessly into the conversation at hand, addressing a mutual acquaintance sat with the group and engaged in a nonsensical conversation. Josh couldn’t help the drunken smile that spread across his face as he moved his arms in a motion that suggested the wrapping of them around someone. 

Jake pulled a steadying breath in through his nose as he shifted in his seat. He let his arms snake around her middle very gently, letting his hands rest against her sides. He couldn’t see the smile that spread across her face as she crossed her legs, pulling her arm back from around his shoulders before adjusting the way she was perched on him. 

She leaned forward slightly, grabbing her beer off of the table and pulled a long swig, feeling her nerves starting to kick up as Jakes arm tightened around her. He took advantage of the way she leaned and leaned with her so he could slip his phone out of his back pocket. 

Jake let go of her quickly, unlocking his phone and opening his notes app, he quickly typed something out. He watched as her eyes lit up, almost fully entranced with the way her lips moved as she continued to engage in conversation with those around her. 

He leaned forward, pulling in a deep breath through his nose as he hooked his chin over her shoulder and brought his hand around to rest against her thigh. Jake tapped her thigh lightly, pulling her attention back to him as his rubbed his phone gently against her. Her eyes danced down to where the phone rested, her eyebrow quirked up as she read. 

‘Wanna get some air?’ His breath caught in his chest as he strained his eyes to watch her profile intently, the corners of her mouth turning up into a smile. The slight nod of her head had him hopeful as she stretched her arm out for her beer once more. She brought the bottle to her lips, sucking the rest of the cool liquid down in one swallow before turning her head slightly and placing her lips dangerously close to his ear. 

“Meet me outside in five.” She whispered, her free hand finding his thigh and gave it a gentle squeeze before lifting herself up off of him. 

She waved a quick goodbye to Josh as she turned on her heel and tossed her empty  beer bottle in the recycling bin on her way out to door. She pushed her way out of the house, letting the door slam shut behind her as the cool night air kissed the skin of her face and bare arms. Her eyes fluttered shut as she pulled in a deep breath through her nose, the smell of rain looming in the air. 

She slowly made her way over to where the cars lined the street, eyeing the two identical jeeps parked one right behind the other. With a gentle shrug of her shoulders she turned and leaned against one, hoping to have found Jake’s vehicle.

Jake made quick work of finding her, eyes honing in on her as soon as he stepped foot out of the house. He couldn’t help but roll them as he realized she was leaned up against Josh’s jeep not his own. 

“Hey!” He called, making his way slowly down the stairs as her gaze found his and a sly smile spread across her face. She pushed off of the Jeep, twirling a strand of hair around her finger as she slowly walked towards him and met him in the middle of the yard. 

“Is there enough air out here for you?” She teased, coming to a stop in front of him. A soft pink kissed the apples of his cheeks and she wasn’t sure if it was from the heat of the house, the liquor running through his veins or her. He chuckled shyly, reaching up to press a hand to the back of his neck. 

“Heh, yeah. It was uh… a bit stifling in there.” He joked, reaching up to tug at the collar of his shirt with one hand and fanned his face with the other. A knowing smile spread across her lips as she closed the distance between them and placed her hands on his hips. 

“Oh is that what happened? Did my sitting in your lap cause you to get a little hot and bothered?” She could tell by the way his eyes widened slightly that she had struck a cord. Her hand danced up his side, feather light touches kissing his cheek before she began to lazily thread her fingers through his hair. Jake fought the shiver that danced up his spine, his eyes fluttering shut as she tugged lightly at the strands of hair through her fingers. 

“We’re gonna have a problem if you don’t cut the shit.” He spoke through newly gritted teeth, locking his knees into place as he fought the urge to press his hips forward. 

She reached for his hand, wrapping her petite fingers around his wrist before pulling his arm forward and placing his hand on the back of her thigh. Jake pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, fighting the primal urges that bubbled within him. 

“Oh yeah? And what kind of problem might that be, baby boy?” She cooed, her gaze trained on his face as his eyes danced behind his closed lids and his dull nails dug into the exposed skin of her thigh. 

“I might just put you into the back of whichever Jeep I can get unlocked first and take you right there.” His voice was raspy, swallowing down the whine that threatened to escape him as her thigh brushed up against his hardening length. 

“Oh is that so? Maybe you should show me a good time.” She cooed, lifting up onto her toes to press a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. Jakes eyes widened, boring holes into hers as she pulled back and softly danced her free hand over his dick. 

“I’d suggest you stop if you don’t want that to become a reality.” He mumbled, snaking his free hand up her skirt and cupped her clothed core in his palm. He slowly began to move forward, backing her up against the side of the Jeep as his fingers lightly danced around her clothed core. 

“I think you’re staring, baby boy.” She cooed, picking her foot up off of the ground and rested it against the door of the Jeep. Jake pressed his entire body weight against her, pinning her to the body of the vehicle. 

“You think I stare at you just for fun? Well, think again.” He mumbled, reaching up to cup her chin in his hand. A soft confused expression kissed her features and she cocked her head to the side slightly. 

“Oh yeah? What’s that supposed to mean?” She cooed, wrapping her arms around his waist and pulled him even closer against her. A devilish grin played across Jakes lips as he leaned forward and captured her lips with his. The kiss was sloppy, all spit swapping, tongue dances and clashing teeth. She giggled as she pulled back from him, reaching up to wipe her mouth with the back of her hand. 

“It means I’m about to put you in the backseat of my Jeep and take what you’ve been teasing me with for months. You’re mine now and there’s nothing you can do about it.” He pressed the heel of his hand expertly against her clit, grinding his hand in circular motions and pulled a whine out of her chest. 

“Laying claim now are we? So what you’re telling me is this? This right here is mine, huh?” She cooed, wrapping her fingers around his dick the best she could with his skinny jeans in the way. Jake fought the urge to let his eyes roll as he removed his hand from her thigh and shoved it into his pants pocket. He pressed the button on the key fob and successfully unlocked the Jeep to their right.

“Damn it, Josh’s will have to do.” He mumbled, leaving over to open the back door of his brothers vehicle. Jakes eyes met hers and he nodded his head in the direction of the jeep before capturing her lip in a gentle kiss. 

“You’re really gonna rail me in the back of your brothers jeep? Naughty, naughty. I like it.” She quipped as she took a step towards the open door and looped her index finger into his belt loop; essentially pulling him along with her. 

“That’s what he gets for picking the same thing I wanted.” Jake mumbled as he reached up and placed his hand in front of his nose, pulling in the scent of her before gripping her shoulders and pushing her backwards into the vehicle. 

Jake couldn’t help the smile that tugged at the corners of his lips as he watched her situate herself, leaning her head against window and threw her leg up over the front seat for some support. 

“That’s not gonna work, sit right, gorgeous.” Jake chuckled, waving his hands at her to drop her leg off of the seat before he slid inside and shut the door behind him. 

A devilish smile kissed her lips as she lunged forward and buried her face in his neck. Soft pecks turned teeth nips and sloppy movements of her tongue driving him wild as he slowly palmed his growing erection through his jeans. She threw her leg over his, pushing herself back into a seated position as her hands went to quick work unbuckling the belt he wore. 

“Well someone knows what they want.” He chuckled, lifting his hips so she could shimmy his jeans down just enough for his erection to spring free. 

“Wanted this for so long.” She mumbled, her eyes growing wide and mouth damn near watering at the sight of him. Her gaze met his as she slowly wrapped her hand around his shaft and his eyes widened slightly, encouraging her. She pulled a deep breath in through her nose and began slowly stroking his dick. 

Jakes mouth fell slightly agape, his eyes fluttering as her fingers tickled along the skin of his shaft, the barely there touches beginning to drive him crazy. His hand found the bun her hair was tied up in and he wrapped his fingers around it, using the bun to maneuver her face to his. He leaned forward, ghosting his lips over hers.

“Suck it.” His voice was but a whisper before he pulled her head back and pushed it towards his lap. She couldn’t help the shrill giggle that slipped past her lips as he pushed her head towards his erection. Her tongue snuck out between her lips, wetting them slightly before she wrapped them around him. 

A guttural groan escaped him as she gently flicked her tongue along the slit of his dick before hollowing her cheeks and taking him into her mouth as far as she could. His head fell back against the seat, eyes rolling in the back of his head as he focused on keeping his breathing steady. 

His grip on her hair loosened as she continued her motions, swirling her tongue around the tip on every pull up. Jakes thighs tensed and he fought the urge to buck up into her mouth. She hummed around him, her free hand coming to rest on his thigh. 

Jake shook his head softly and tightened his grip in her hair as he pulled her up and off of him. A pout played on her lips as her gaze met his. 

“Why’d you make me stop? I was having fun.” She giggled, stroking the hand that still rested against his shaft upwards and rolled her thumb over the tip of his dick. Jake dropped his hand from her hair, bringing both up to rest against his thighs before he lifted them and brought them back down against the clothed skin. 

“Ride it, now.” The chuckle that escaped him could only be described as sinister as he snaked a hand between her legs and yanked her panties hard enough to hear the stitches give. Her jaw dropped and eyes widened as she maneuvered the best she could and quickly placed her hands on his shoulders as she straddled his lap.

“You ripped my favorite panties you asshole.  You’re buying me a new pair.” She joked, rocking her hips slightly as she coated the tip of his dick in her slick. 

She bent down slightly, capturing his lips with hers as she sunk down on his length and swallowed down the moan that slipped past his lips. Jakes hands found her hips and he gripped them tightly as she came to rest against his hips. 

“Good?” She questioned lightly and loosened her grip on his shoulders lightly. He nodded gently, prompting her to move with his hands as he hid his face in her cleavage. She pulled a deep breath in through her nose and began to move slowly, her movements calculated around the limited space she had. 

“God damn.” Jake mumbled, digging his fingers into the flesh of her hips and she threw her head back, reveling in the pin pricks of pain he left against her hips. 

She changed her rhythm slightly, rocking her hips against his with every downward movement, giving her clit the friction she craved. 

“Holy shit Jake, what the fuck.” She mumbled, the band in her stomach quickly pulling taut with each downward movements of her hips. Jake chucked lowly, reaching his hand down between their bodies and his thumb found her clit, rubbing lazy circles around it. 

“Jake, please. I’m gonna cum.” She whispered, hiding her face in his neck as her hips faltered and she clenched hard around him. A scream ripped from her chest as she felt a gush between her legs; something that had never happened before. A hiss sounded in her ear and his hand returned to her hip. She screamed out again as he began fucking up into her, holding her hips still as he quickly chased his high.  

“Make a mess of my fucking pants I’ll make a fucking mess of you.” He growled, bucking his hips upwards as hard as he could as breathy moans escaped him and his hips began to slow. He came to a stop, letting his head fall back against the seat as they both got their bearings. 

“I’m sorry, that’s never happened before.” Her voice was small and she leaned back, her big doe eyes meeting his. A fucked out smile spread across his lips and he reached up to cup her cheeks in his hands. 

“No worries, hot stuff, Josh basically lives out of this thing, I’m sure there’s a spare pair of pants somewhere.” He chuckled, leaning forward to press a kiss to the tip of her nose. 

“What do we do now? Other than make a mess.” She thanked the stars that the jeep was dark enough to hide the crimson blush on her cheeks. Jakes gaze danced around the back seat briefly before leaning over and snatching fast food napkins off of the front seat. 

“Sorry, the clean up crew doesn’t touch this car.” Jake groaned, wished he had had the patience to unlock his own car. She smiled sheepishly at him as she pulled off of him with a soft but lewd pop and quickly cleaned herself up. 

Jake sighed, trying to dry his pants the best he could with the fast food napkins before lifting his hips and shimmying them back up. A grimace kissed his face as he buttoned his pants and he looked at his damp hands before wiping them on his pant legs. He opened the car door and slipped out quickly,  standing under the street light to see if the wet spot was noticeable. 

“We should probably get back before they think we’ve taken off. I’ll take his car to get detailed tomorrow just shhh, don’t tell Josh.”

Cheeky Jake girl taglist: @puzzle-gvf @writingcold @takenbythemadness @ignite-my-fire @alwaysonthemend

[owl127]

@ianthesmells in her endless talent and grace, drew Anubis from "Coffee & Scones" universe. So of course I had to write a drabble about it. --

There was a point of exhaustion when the letters on the Harrow’s laptop screen were an artistic display of unrecognizable forms and shapes. As her power point deck shimmered while performing aquatic dances instead of the data summary Harrow needed, she called it a night. Her phone blinked on the hotel’s nightstand, silent and ignored. Dulcinea had insisted on going to the bars with the other grad students, and she undoubtedly was sending Harrow unimportant photos to document the night’s proclivities. Harrow was not interested.

There was a lack of honor in the inebriation that Harrow despised.

Besides, she was the last presenter of the conference, and breakfast started at 7am sharp. There was no time for banal things such as “networking”.

She picked her phone to text Ianthe—her girlfriend was extremely efficient in calming Harrow’s nerves for her presentation—but frowned at the multiple pings from her plethora of diverse messaging apps; that is, all two of them.

She opened Instagram with a trembling finger.

Her first reaction wasn’t shock, since it took a good ten seconds for Harrow to recognize Anubis. Once she did, her cheeks burned with a drizzling mix of anger and amusement.

Much like his owner, Anubis was petite, a once tiny little black runt that grew into a tiny black demon. He had a history of fighting against collars, so Harrow never attempted to indulge herself by forcing him into funny little blankets shaped like denim jackets.

That was why, when she finally recognized her cat in a sheep costume framed by Coronabeth’s cleavage, she squeaked in surprise. To her horror, the little cricket looked adorable, and Corona’s massive volleyball fans had already adopted him as a mascot, with thousands of notifications in the photo. There was also a video of Anubis prancing around in the immaculate sheep uniform, his ears poking from the furry headset like sharp rocks on a field of camellias. Corona took the stage presenting the adorable cat, but Harrow knew better. She knew who was recording it, who had probably ordered the costume, and who had tagged Harrow in the viral videos.

“Hi, love. How’s the conference?” Ianthe picked up on the second ring. Harrow heard Corona’s voice in the background, and a suspicious purr that meant Anubis was around and enjoying the attention overflow.

“That’s animal abuse.”

“What do you mean?” 

Harrow heard the tilt in Ianthe’s voice. She knew exactly what Harrow meant, and she loved it.

“I left him with you for forty-eight hours and you already defamed him.”

“Harry,” Ianthe started, and Anubis meowed in the background, followed by Corona’s squeak. “The poor thing was cold, and Corona happened to snap a picture. He’s enjoying fame.”

“Leave him alone.”

“He already has his own TikTok and Instagram account.” At least there was a tinge of apology in Ianthe’s tone.

“Ianthe,” Harrow warned.

“Corona and Camilla will run it. And we can have more privacy at your place while they petsit him.”

“My place is fine!”

“Tell that to Anubis when he’s staring me down while I strap—”

Harrow hung up.

A minute later, Ianthe called. Harrow picked up after the third call.

“He’s okay, I promise,” Ianthe said as a greeting, and the background noise diminished. Harrow imagined Ianthe hiding from her sister’s enthusiasm in her room. “You know I’d never let anything bad happen to him.”

“I just want to be informed before I receive hundreds of follow requests because my cat looked adorable in a sheep costume.”

“Aww, so you also think he’s adorable?”

“You’re deflecting.” Harrow closed her eyes, letting the exhaustion from the day wash over her. “I miss you,” she whispered.

“I miss you too. You’ll do fine tomorrow. I promise.”

There was something visceral in believing a promise from Ianthe Tridentarius’ mouth. A chill ran down her vertebrae.

“Also, what are you wearing?”

She might as well use the energy into something good.

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Chapter 21 of Nona the Ninth

I don't understand why she did that? She knew it would be We Suffer listening and making the call on whether to shoot her, and that she would consider stealing Judith to be betrayal. I still have no idea why Camilla saved her here, other than just that Camilla doesn't particularly want her to die? Pyrrha had not appeared or said any codewords at the time she objected to the shot. Corona obviously wasn't collaborating with Pyrrha to communicate things to Camilla and Nona via codewords, I don't think she expected to see Pyrrha there at all and she doesn't know about the codewords, either. So I don't know what her plan for not getting shot was? Was she just hoping that Ianthe would take in Judith after she got shot?

This seems to be setting things up to say that Nona is actually Gideon, but I don't think that's correct, for numerous reasons. I guess we'll probably find out what's up when they get ahold of Gideon's body

I can't find this particular code. Going back to the beginning of the book, supposedly the code for "someone listening" was "fritters", but I don't see Pyrrha saying that anywhere in the last chapter

I did find these ones:

That's clever, I didn't expect those to come back, presumably the important resource is Gideon's body and not Ianthe's cigarette stash (does she still think smoking is cool after she decided to sacrifice Augustine to the Stoma? I wonder). But I don't think I would have been able to find those again without the Nook app's search function

Yes, they do give weird incest vibes

I'm surprised that We Suffer is offering to give them a shuttle and information on the Sixth House in exchange for Gideon's body - I think since she no longer has Judith, she no longer has a way to leave the planet and get to a place where she can use it to open the Tomb. Or does the wider BOE have a way to rescue them that they'll use if they get ahold of Gideon's body? It sounded like from what We Suffer said about the mysterious package she wants them to take with them that she is stuck

So yeah, John obviously made no attempt to resurrect Gideon, and it doesn't even sound like anyone is puppeting her corpse like Ianthe is with Naberius? I'd say he lost his mind, but I think we're going to eventually find out that that already happened 10,000 years ago at this point

I wonder if there's going to be some reveal at some point that John can't actually resurrect anyone, and whatever happened during the Resurrection was like, a one-time fluke, or Alecto actually did it, or something like that? Because he started out Harrow the Ninth telling Harrow that he can't resurrect the Ninth House because "the cost is too great" but it never became clear what he meant by that or why that was the case, and now he's clearly not resurrecting Gideon despite that being the obvious thing for him to do. I think there weren't any Lyctors other than Cytherea that died in a way where they could in theory have been resurrected: Cassiopeia was torn apart by angry ghosts, Cyrus went into a black hole, Ulysses went into the Stoma, and Anastasia wasn't a Lyctor

So the theory now is that they think Harrow would have reappeared where Number Seven is, and so they broadcast Gideon's body to get Harrow back? Except... during Ianthe's last interaction with Harrow's body, it was being occupied by Gideon. So maybe Gideon's body is also meant to lure Gideon in Harrow's body in addition to Harrow in Harrow's body?

I have no idea what the exchange is about

Was this like, 12 year old Corona suggesting making wards out of cum or something

Right, so obviously we're meant to interpret this as being code:

but I can't find any instance of "None" being used as a nickname for Nona in this whole book, and as amply demonstrated by this example, "none" is in fact a pronoun, which would make it confusing to be used as a nickname - it'd be like nicknaming someone "You" or something like that, there'd be no real clear indication when it was being used with its usual meaning and when it was meant to refer to Nona. So this seems like a really big stretch

Surely colored contacts are going to be easier to find than iris dye?

Anyway, I guess Nona is going to go pretend to be Harrow