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Ocean's Gold - An Offering of Frith story

Pairing: Jack Daniels / Agent Whiskey x f!Reader Word Count: 6.4k Rating: Explicit - 18+ ADULTS ONLY, MDNI Frith Challenge god: Ægir

Summary: Jack Daniels, retired from the Statesmen, signs you on as the business partner for his new brewpub. Sparks fly, and you wonder if it could ever be more.

Tags/warnings: Tags/warnings: alcohol (beer) is a major part of the story, consumption of food & alcohol, a sprinkling of angst, fingering (f receiving), oral (f and m receiving), protected PIV, Jack is an absolute consent king & safe sex advocate, semi-public sex (1 scene), absolute tooth-rotting fluff (these two are SO CUTE). Reader has she/her pronouns and identifies as female, has a name (not including it yet to keep it a surprise!) and some backstory but otherwise there are no physical details included - it's you, darling! (psssst: 2 other P boys make a guest appearance!)

a/n: This is my (belated) entry for @perotovar's Offering of Frith Challenge. My P boy/Norse god combo was Jack Daniels & Ægir. This is actually my first time writing Jack! It was such a fun challenge, and although I was honestly initially scared that I bit off more than I could chew, I ended up loving what I've written. I hope you do too! (See the afterword for more details on Ægir and other nods to Norse mythology/traditions that I sprinkled in!) Thank you Erin for hosting this challenge, and @for-a-longlongtime for being my cheerleader, beta reader, and telling me over and over that I could do this! Moodboard by @perotovar, dividers by @saradika-graphics.

Just breathe, you got this.

You straighten out your outfit in the mirror in an attempt to quell your nerves. Dark jeans, espresso leather lace up boots, cropped well-worn Fleetwood Mac graphic tee, and your favorite blood red blazer. You swipe on a matching red lip, nod at yourself in the mirror, and leave your apartment to walk down to the brewery.

The 3 block-long walk gives you time to review what you learned about the business opportunity. Jack was a recently-retired government operative who inherited a large sum of money and wanted to use it to open a brewpub. A smart businessman already, he knew that in order for his brewpub to be successful - regardless of how good his beer was - he needed to have a damn good pub restaurant, too. Which is why you’re swinging open the brewpub’s doors on a mild fall evening, CV in hand: as it turns out, you were looking for your next culinary opportunity. After working in a number of prestigious kitchens, you itched for the opportunity to build something of your own, something homey that you could be proud of. This position is exactly the kind of project you hoped for.

You step into the building, the interior clearly unfinished, but with good structure to it - high vaulted ceilings, good natural lighting, and two levels. Three, if you count the brewery on the floor below you to the left, where you could see the tops of large brewing fermentation vessels.

“Hello?” you call out into the barebones building, looking around for signs of life.

“I’ll be there in a jiffy!” you hear from someone below you, presumably Jack. In a moment, you see him emerge from the staircase leading to the brewing area, and you feel your breath catch in your throat.

Holy hell, you didn’t know he was THIS hot.

Walking towards you was easily one of the most handsome men you’ve ever set eyes on. Tall, incredibly broad-shouldered, and golden-skinned, Jack sauntered up to you wearing a white t-shirt stretched across his chest, dark jeans, black Wellingtons, and a belt with - is that a whiskey flask buckle?

“Rán, I assume?” Jack broke into a wide smile, offering up his hand. You shook it firmly, reveling in the warmth of Jack’s hand and how it dwarfed yours. Keeping your eyes locked to Jack’s amber ones, you returned his smile and nodded.

“It’s so nice to meet you in person, Jack,” you said, taking another glance around the interior. “The place has good bones.”

“That is does,” Jack responds, looking around as well. “I have high hopes for this place. And you seemed like the perfect person to hook up with to get it done.”

Your eyes bug out for a moment before you can school your face, but the heat starts creeping up your neck anyway. I’m sure he didn’t mean it that way…

“Oh, hell,” Jack sputters, “That’s not what I meant! I… dagnabbit, I’m already blowing it…” He runs his hand through his dark brown waves, thoroughly embarrassed. “I meant to partner with. On this business venture.” Jack looked at you, face flushed, eyes pleading. You couldn’t help but let out the giggles coming from your chest.

“Hardly blown, but maybe we can have some of that beer you promised me and start over?” you suggest, tilting your head towards the brewery. Jack looked relieved and nodded in agreement. 

“Follow me, darlin’, and I’ll take you to my mad scientist lab,” he says as he motions towards the staircase. Following his broad frame (good god, those shoulders are so wide) down the steps, you emerge in the brewery, the heart of the business. Gleaming stainless steel fermentation tanks tower above, the immaculate floor wet, looking recently sanitized. The smell of malted barley and herbaceous hops permeates the air, and the brewery area is compact yet efficient. Everything looks perfectly kempt, a testament to how much Jack cares about his beer. On a wall hook near the entrance hung a black leather jacket and a black Stetson cowboy hat. You notice a small farmhouse table set up nearby the office area with two glasses set atop. 

He set this up just for us?

Your eyes meet Jack’s, your mouth a bit ajar, and he smirks, pulling out a chair for you like a real southern gentleman. “Think I wouldn’t pull out all the stops for my hopefully-soon-to-be business partner?” You sit, and he walks to the carbonation room to fetch his brew of choice. Returning with the deep brown glass growler, Jack raises it towards you in offering. You nod, pushing your glass closer and he pours the liquid within out. A pale golden beer flows into your glass, creamy foam gathering on the surface. He pours himself some, then sits down at the other end of the table. 

“This is somethin’ I’ve been workin’ on for the grand openin’,” he explains, motioning to the beer. “It’s a farmhouse ale, what’s usually referred to as a saison. I’m callin’ it Ocean’s Gold. I want it to be the flagship brew. Please, try it and let me know what you think.” Your eyes flick to the glasses, and then with a small smile, you bring it up to your lips and drink. The beer is full-bodied, malty but light, with citrus and peppery notes dancing across your tongue. The finish is dry, resulting in a beer that’s incredibly drinkable and refreshing.

“Holy cow, Jack,” you breathe out, astounded at his skills. “That’s so delicious. You’re one hell of a brewmaster.”

Jack chuckles, grinning warmly. “Why thank you, sugar,” he croons, making the heat rise up the back of your neck again. Damn those Southern nicknames, you think to yourself, willing your nerves to calm. “Hopefully I’m as good of a brewer as you are a chef. I’ve been askin’ around, and word on the street is that you’re one of the best and hardest working chefs people have worked with.”

“Well, that’s high praise,” you reply, “but I’m glad to hear it. I pride myself on my work ethic and food is my first love, as it seems like brewing is for you. What sort of place do you want the brewpub to be?”

Jack contemplates his answer. You see his face get more serious, but nothing but passion shines from his eyes when they lift to yours. “First and foremost, aside from serving up the best beer this side of the Rockies, I want this place to be ingrained in the community.” You sip your beer as Jack continues. “This place has given me so much, and I want to give back. I want a place where everyone feels welcome, ya know? Whether they want to share a pint with a friend, get a bite to eat with loved ones, or meet new people who share their love of good food and beer, I want them to feel at home.”

A wistful look passes over Jack’s face, and he pauses to meet your eyes again. “Now, I don’t wanna overload you with too many details, but this part is pretty important to me, and I wanna make sure that whatever business partner I end up with is on the same page.” You nod, encouraging him to continue. “Now, when I was growing up, my family didn’t have the most to live on. A lot of times we went hungry, and it was only through the kindness of strangers that we got to eat then. I have this idea for a ‘pay it forward’ type meal program. Folks can come in, pay $5, $10 for a prepaid meal ticket. We’d put those paid vouchers up somewhere and if someone is hungry and doesn’t have the money to pay, they can take one of those vouchers and we’d give ‘em a hearty meal, free of charge.”

Jack takes a breath and closes his eyes for a moment, then looks back over at you. You can feel your heart ache for this man who clearly had to work hard to be where he’s at, now wanting to share his wealth with those less fortunate than him. You try to swallow the lump in your throat.

“Jack, that’s… incredible,” you finally get out. This degree of selflessness wasn’t common in business owners in the circles you existed in. “I’d be honored to help you make that dream a reality.”

“Is that you sayin’ you’ll saddle up with me, sugar?” Jack looks at you with hope in his eyes. Your heart leaps, and you try to calm it down as you nod affirmatively. This is a business deal, your brain warns your heart. It beats fast anyway.

“Well I’ll be damned,” Jack beams, excitement rippling off his body. “Can’t wait to build this place up together.”

You grab the growler and fill your and Jack’s glasses, raising yours to his. “Cheers to a fruitful new partnership.” Your smile reflects Jack’s, and you both drink up.

The next 9 months are a whirlwind of activity. After your official business documents were drawn up and signed, you and Jack worked night and day to get the brewpub ready for the following summer. You designed the interior, fitting the place with warm dark wood and brassy golden fixtures. Chic firepits dotted the outdoor patio in the back. You included subtle oceanic iconography wherever you could – the sea was a huge inspiration for the both of you. Jack worked tirelessly on a signature lineup of beer, as well as a couple of seasonal offerings to add variety. Meanwhile, you toiled in the kitchen, experimenting with flavor profiles and dishes until you’d perfected your menu. You laughed and joked as you worked together, getting to know each other’s backstories as well as each other’s preferred workstyles. You talked and dreamed, debated and sometimes argued - after all, both of you were stubborn - but always worked things out. You kept him on his toes, and he kept you grounded.

Oftentimes, you and Jack used each other as taste testers, knowing the both of you would give honest feedback. On one particular evening in the late winter, you were sitting at the half-finished bar, sipping on a trial seasonal amber ale that Jack fermented in whiskey barrels. 

“I never asked you where you got your name from, darlin’,” Jack mused, taking a gulp of his beer afterwards. “It’s quite unusual.”

“Ahh yes,” you responded, a smirk turning up your lips. “That would be thanks to my literary professor grandmother. She specialized in studying mythology texts from around the globe. Rán is the Norse sea goddess of death.” You saw Jack’s eyebrows twitch upwards in surprise, and you chuckled a bit before continuing. “That sounds intense, but she is also seen as the caretaker of those who die at sea. She helps care for them until they are ready to move on to the next realm. My grandmother wanted me to be tough, suffer no fools, but to also be kind and care for those that need it.” 

Jack huffs in amusement. “Sounds just like you. She did a good job with that name.”

You smile, swirling your glass in thought. You look up at him, but his warm chocolate eyes are already on you, a flicker of something in them that makes your heart skip a beat.

“Jack?” you start. “There’s something I wanted to ask you about the ‘giving back’ part of the business.” You take a deep breath, your true passion project in your mind. “A long time ago, when I was much younger and just starting my culinary journey, I worked at an assisted living home, specifically for those with Alzheimer’s disease. It paid terribly, but I got a lot of experience in preparing food in a foodservice setting. It also deeply affected me. You don’t realize how important food is to people. Sometimes family members would ask if we could put something special on the menu, a dish their loved one used to make or loved to eat, to see if they would remember. We wouldn’t make any promises, but I’d always remember which request was from which family. When we were able to accommodate those requests, I’d see these people whose minds… for lack of a better term, seemed to be proverbially lost at sea… but they took one bite of their favorite food, and their whole face lit up. Sometimes it was simply enjoying the food, but other times it would trigger fond memories.”

Your eyes began to water, and Jack reached across the table and grabbed your hand, gently stroking his thumb across the top. You swallowed, continuing. “I hated that I had to leave that place, but my career wouldn’t go anywhere if I didn’t, and the money wasn’t nearly enough to pay the bills. I always thought, if I was in a place where I could give back, I would love to donate my time and supplies to cook for people like that again.” You look into Jack’s eyes, a swirl of emotions in yours. “Do you think… we could maybe do that with the brewpub? Take a day off every month or so to cook for an Alzheimer’s assisted living home?”

Jack squeezed your hand. “Of course, sugar. It means a lot to you, and it’s helpin’ the community. I couldn’t think of a more worthy cause.”

A tear slipped down your face as you smiled and mouthed “thank you” at him. But your breath caught in your throat when Jack reached up to tenderly wipe away the tear from your cheek. You stare at each other, a charge running through the air. 

Kiss him, your heart whispers.

But instead, you clear your throat, squeeze his hand and throw on a grin. “I’d love some more of that ale if you got any more.”

Jack smiles softly. “For you? No charge.” You both giggle as he goes to grab another pint for you.

He’s just a business partner, your brain reminds you. But he’s become more than that, you realize.

A friend. A partner in dreams.

Maybe more, says your heart.

A few months later, the brewpub is bustling.

With the support of some of your industry friends - and your and Jack’s hard work - The Gilded Wave opens with a bang. Business is booming; the restaurant is constantly busy, and Jack is so swamped with the microbrewery that he had to hire two additional assistant brewmasters to keep up with demand. You are speaking to your front-of-house manager when two very familiar faces burst through the front door.

Your face lights up. “Pero! Ez! What are you guys doing here?” you exclaim as they wrap you up in a bear hug. You squeal as they lift you into the air with ease.

“We heard through the ever-whisperin’ grapevine that our sweet Birdie built her very own nest and we just had to come see for ourselves,” Ezra drawls, his characteristically charismatic smirk alighting his face while he takes in the brewpub. “What a perfectly festooned establishment you got here! I sure do hope the fine provisions match the opulence of the aesthetics!”

You shake your head, giggling at Ezra’s always-fanciful dialogue, as Pero rolls his eyes at his companion. “It’s lovely to see you, hermosa,” he rumbles, kissing your cheek. 

“I missed you both so much! Wanna sit at the bar and I can set you two up with some beer & food?” you offer.

“That would be fabulous, Birdie!” Ezra exclaims, clapping his hands together. “I am in need of libations like an earthworm in the midday sun.” The two men plunk themselves down at the bar, and you turn to your bartender.

“Eddie, do you mind sending in an order of garlic fries and crispy artichoke hearts for these two gentlemen?” Eddie nods and starts punching in the order in the system. Out of the corner of your eye, you spot Jack coming up from the brewery stairs, wiping his brow after checking on the brewing. “Jack! Come meet some friends.”

Jack grins, loping up the rest of the stairs. He swaggers up to the bar, looking at you expectantly. 

“Jack, this is Ezra and Pero. We worked together in a bunch of restaurants over the last few years.” Jack smiles widely, shaking the hand of each man and exchanging greetings.

“Guys,” you say, “this is my business partner Jack. He’s the brilliant brewmaster keeping this place busy.”

“Aww, shucks, sugar,” Jack guffaws, “this place ain’t what it is without your excellent food. Only so long a man can survive on beer before he needs to eat. And what an incredible menu it is!”

You feel your cheeks heat with the compliment. “Jeez, don’t make me soft in front of these two. I’ll never hear the end of it!” You punch Jack in the shoulder playfully, and your friends snort.

“Rán? Soft? No way, only if she really likes you,” Pero gruffs with a laugh. “She used to make grown men cry when they’d try to start shit with her.”

You turned to Jack with a smirk. “I told you I suffer no fools.”

Jack puts his hands in the air playfully in mock surrender. “Remind me never to get on your bad side.” He turns to Pero and Ezra. “Would you two like to act as my beer guinea pigs for a moment? I have a new winter ale that I’m looking to perfect before the season hits us.” Your friends nod in agreement and thanks, and Jack turns to the bar, pouring from an unmarked tap that he keeps just for his trial brews. He slides the taster glasses to Ezra and Pero, and your friends sip in contemplation.

Ezra immediately starts speaking, as per usual. “Why, Jack, that is one of the finest ales I’ve ever had in my many turns around this here planet! The spice notes, they’re so unique! Is that coriander and ginger I’m picking up?” He sips again before Jack can speak. “Maybe some citrus?”

“Mighty fine palette you have there,” Jack responds. “It’s a white ale I’ve spiked with coriander, ginger, and orange peel. Gives that warm holiday feeling.”

Pero nods, eyebrows raised. “Now that, amigo, is a good beer.” He raises his taster in salute, then downs the rest.

You giggle and slap his hand. “Tovar! You’re supposed to savor it!” Pero only shrugs.

“It’s quite alright,” Jack chuckles. “They can each have a full pint with all the compliments they’ve lathered me up with.” You roll your eyes at your friends, and rub Jack’s shoulder in a “thank you” gesture. Pero clocks the move, and raises his eyebrows in question. You silently beg him to not ask anything.

Jack places two pints of the white ale in front of the men. “Well, fellas, thanks for coming in. I have to go back down to the beer lab now that I know this winter recipe is locked in. It’s been great meeting the two of you, and I hope to see y’all around again!” 

Pero and Ezra bade farewell to Jack, who disappeared back down the stairs just as the fries and artichokes arrived to the two of them. Both men dug in, nearly moaning in pleasure at the food.

“Birdie, this is incredible,” Ezra exclaims, dunking a fried artichoke into the aioli. Pero nods in agreement.

“Thanks, guys,” you coo, pleased that two of your longest friends approved of your menu. The three of you are silent for a moment, a rare occurrence when around Ezra.

“So what’s with you and Jack?” Pero asks bluntly. You nearly choke on the garlic fry you swiped from the basket. Ezra giggles into the artichokes.

“Nothing is going on,” you stammer, coughing slightly. “He’s my business partner.”

“Hermosa, I know you well, and you’ve never rubbed my shoulder like that,” Pero levels.

“I will say,” adds Ezra, “I could detect a certain… aura around you when Jack came upstairs. I have also never experienced that around you.” 

“Guys, we are business partners,” you assert. “We just got close ‘cause of how intertwined our work is.”

“Yeah, I’m sure there was some intertwining happening…” Pero mutters, and you slap him upside the head. Ezra titters uncontrollably.

“Alright, Birdie,” Ezra relents, “we’ll leave you alone about handsome Mr. Jack for now. But his winter ale did alight some thoughts in my head about a certain gathering…”

You groan. “Ez… we just opened up not that long ago. I can’t in good conscience ask Jack to let our ragtag group of friends take over the brewpub for our yearly winter debauchery.”

“But what if we profusely pledge to be on our most upstanding deportment?” Ezra begs, batting his eyelashes comically while putting on his best puppy face.

Pero snorts. “Fat chance at that. But I do like the idea.” He turns to you, raising an eyebrow.

You stare at them for a few moments more, and then your resolve crumbles. “Alright, you two hooligans, I’ll ask. But NO promises, okay?” Ezra cheers and wraps you in a tight hug, while Pero gruffs in agreement and stuffs a handful of fries in his mouth.

Surprisingly (or not so surprisingly, as he is so sweet and accommodating), Jack is enthusiastic about hosting your friend group’s annual winter party, saying how excited he was to meet your friends. You and Ezra planned for weeks, and Pero came through to help you and Jack decorate the place. The warm wood is hung with pine and holly garlands, twinkling string lights criss-cross along the walls and ceilings, and pine cones are tucked into various corners of the space. A yule tree sparkled in an alcove, decorated in reg, green, and gold. And you made sure to pin up a few sprigs of mistletoe, one of your favorite traditions of the season. Back at your apartment, you slip on a sumptuous golden silk dress that clings in all the right places and flows beautifully to show off your figure, and strap on matching gold heels. Swiping on the same crimson lipstick you wore when you met Jack as a finishing touch, you smooth your outfit and walk back to the pub.

Soon enough, your friends began to pour into the space, bringing with them various foods and drinks. Jack made a special batch of wassail for the occasion, and Ezra dramatically waxes poetic about how good it is while Pero rolls his eyes at him, as usual, in the corner. The space fills with laughter, clinking glasses, and the smell of delicious food. You and Jack act as the gracious hosts, making sure no one’s glasses are empty and all the plates are full. As you’d hoped and prayed, Jack gets along amazingly well with every single one of your friends. He jokes and roasts; listens intently and carefully to people’s stories. He extends a warmth and familiarity to all, and more than once you get nudged suggestively, eyebrows wiggling and giggles whispered into your ear about how wonderfully well you and Jack work together. You flush with heat every time, and it’s hard to deny the chemistry between the two of you. Beyond being fantastic business partners, you admire Jack’s adeptness, his dogged cleverness, and most of all, his heart. Jack’s got one of the biggest hearts you’ve ever come across.

And, even if you fight it, you realize that Jack’s worked his way into your heart, too. All night you’ve been exchanging charged glances, sly smiles, little winks here and there. Jack places a warm hand on the small of your back while passing you. You press your body subconsciously against his while reaching for another glass. Fingertips brush, sparks fly. 

By the time your friends trickle out into the night, merry and full, the heat between the two of you is palpable.

You’re cleaning up the bar area when Jack approaches you, two glasses of wassail in his hands. “Outstanding shindig you threw, darlin’,” he observes, passing you a glass. You clink your cup against his and take a sip, savoring the way the ale, sweet honey, and spices swirl across your tongue. 

“We threw the party, Jack,” you correct. “You were just as good of a host as me, if not better.”

Jack smirks. “Well, it’s easy when you have such fun friends.”

“They are fun for sure, although I was worried they’d be a bit… much,” you admit.

“Pfft, I’m used to dealing with strong personalities,” he scoffs, nudging you pointedly. You roll your eyes but your grin remains, and you scoot closer to him, pressing the side of your body against his. You both lean against the bar, facing the interior of the brewpub, admiring where your hard work has taken you.

“Can you believe this place is real?” you muse, sipping again. Your eyes roam the space above you, when you stop and smile to yourself.

“Yes, I remember you waltzing into this place when it was nothing but concrete and pipes and my brewing equipment, a pretty thing with red lips and determination,” Jack reminisces, ignorant of what you’ve spotted.

Your heart skips a beat. Pretty.

“Oh yeah, cowboy? ‘A pretty thing’?” you purr, turning slightly to face him, your red lips pursed in amusement. Jack looks slightly hesitant, worried he crossed a line, until you point upwards and his eyes follow.

A sparkling sprig of mistletoe hangs between the two of you, above your heads. He meets your eyes again, all hesitation gone. 

“Are you gonna just stare, or are you gonna respect tradition and kiss this ‘pretty thing’?” you whisper, your lips curled flirtatiously.

A smirk spreads across Jack’s face. “I thought you’d never ask, sugar.” And with that, he pulls you into his body and your lips connect.

It’s a slow, sensual kiss when it starts. Jack is gentle, all brushes of the lips, presses and caresses of your body. You lean into him, feeling your nipples press against his dark button up while he cups the back of your head tenderly. A small whimper escapes your lips, and Jack pulls back with concern. 

“Is this still okay?” he murmurs, rubbing your cheeks with his thumbs. You don’t answer with words, you just nod and pull him into another kiss, gently biting his plush lower lip. Jack moans gruffly, sliding his hands down the lines of your body, pausing to cup and squeeze your silk-covered ass. You feel wetness start to seep into your panties, your arousal rocketing by the second as your kisses get more and more impassioned. Jack trails wet kisses down your neck, licking at your pulse point and right behind your ear, ripping another whimper from your chest. 

“Sugar, I need to taste you so badly,” Jack groans into the junction of your neck and shoulder, biting softly. 

“Please, Jack,” you breathe out, and Jack lifts you onto the bar counter, rucking your dress up. You spread your legs, helping to pull the golden silk out of the way. Jack pauses, then another smirk blooms on his lips; he takes his black Stetson off his head and places it onto yours in a quiet act of possession. You pant while you watch Jack pull up a barstool in front of you. Seating himself, he spreads you even wider, his eyes glittering with desire when he sets his eyes on your glistening center. You didn’t wear any panties, and he groans at the realization.

“Fuck, you’re prettier than a picture, honey,” he rumbles, tracing his large warm hands up your inner thighs, triggering more slick to seep out of you. Using his thumb, Jack spreads your wetness around your folds, and you inhale sharply, whimpering again. When Jack spies the pearl of your clit, he runs his thumb across it slowly, encouraging it to harden. 

“So fucking pretty,” Jack murmurs to himself, thumbing your clit again and reveling in the twitch of your thighs as he does. He leans down and runs the flat of his tongue across your entire pussy, from bottom to top, swirling around your clit deliciously slowly. Wanton moans snake their way from your throat. You grip Jack’s hair, keeping his face pressed against your most intimate parts. He groans into your folds, devouring you like a man starved, as you whine and whimper and shake for him. He’s observant, noticing when your body twitches and your cries pitch higher, using that information to bring you to the simmering cusp of your orgasm. 

“Come for me, darlin’,” Jack pleads, slicking up two fingers and sliding them inside you, your pussy gripping him tightly. You throw your head back, legs shaking from the intensity, when he reaches a spot deep in you.

With a few more pressured strokes of his fingers and a gentle suck of his mouth on your clit, you shatter around him, cunt clenching and dripping onto his fingers.

“That’s it, such a good girl coming for me when I ask,” Jack coos, his fingers continuing to work you through your orgasm, squelching from your release. Your moans are music to his ears, rapidly hardening his cock. Once you recover a bit, Jack slips his fingers into his mouth right before your eyes, growling quietly at the taste.

“Sweeter than honey,” he grits out, swooping in for a kiss, your own taste lingering on his lips and making you moan yet again. 

“Jack, I need you inside me,” you beg between fevered kisses. Jack pulls away to meet your eyes. 

“I don’t want to fuck you here,” he explains. “Can we go to your place? I want to lay you out, fuck you proper like you deserve.”

“Yes, of course,” you breathe, and he slaps your ass lightly before helping you off of the counter. You giggle, wobbling slightly in the aftermath of your pleasure. Jack helps right you and wraps a steadying arm around your shoulders while the two of you walk the three blocks to your apartment.

As soon as you enter the door, Jack is on you again, grinding his clothed cock into you and kissing you deeply. You walk the two of you backwards to your bedroom, clothing and shoes coming off between lips locking and hands groping, exploring. Both naked, you climb onto your bed, Jack following. Your legs fall open, and Jack can’t help himself from lunging forward to lick at your drenched pussy at the first sight of your slick lips parting. A whine hitches from your lungs, and Jack pulls back, shifting up to kiss you deeply again. Tongues tangle, lips are bitten, breathless moans exchanged. He pulls back again as you chase his lips, but he stops you.

“Hold your horses, sweetheart. Are you sure you want to do this?” he asks, eyes shining with both hope and concern. “I don’t want you to move faster than you’re ready for.”

Your heart clenches at the display of care and consent. A smile lights your face as you respond, “Yes. I’ve been wanting this for ages… I was just too scared to be wrong about you feeling the same way for me and ruining an amazing business partnership. I’ve been dreaming of you in my bed for months, and now that I have you here, I’m not going to let you get away so fast.”

Jack’s eyes light up, and he presses a soft kiss to your forehead before getting off the bed. He rummages through his pants briefly until he pulls a gold foil square from his wallet.

“I’ve got a golden ticket here for you, darlin’, but I want you to know that I get tested regularly and that I’m clean,” Jack informs you, a smile warming his face when you giggle at his corny joke. “Is that okay with you?” He climbs back onto the bed, leaning down to kiss your belly.

You nod affirmatively. “So do I, and I’m on the pill.” Sitting up and holding your hand out for the condom, you ask, “May I?”

Jack hands you the packet. “Be my guest, angel.” You lean forward, pressing your lips once again into his, and he groans in surprise as you flip him onto his back in one fluid motion. Climbing up his legs, you push them apart to make room for yourself in between. His impressive cock is achingly hard, viscous droplets of precum bubbling at the tip. You lap them up eagerly, Jack’s head falling onto your pillows with a muffled thump and a whine of pleasure.

“Fuck, your mouth feels so good,” Jack breathes. You suckle at the head, humming in pleasure as the salty-bitter taste floods your senses. Slowly, you begin bobbing up and down his shaft, swirling your tongue across his silky length, making his moans louder and more ragged as you go. After a couple of minutes and an intense suck later, Jack actually whimpers into the thick air of your bedroom, begging you for more. You tear open the foil packet carefully, then suck his cockhead one more time before settling the condom on top and gingerly rolling it down his thick cock. 

You rise to your knees and shuffle upwards, leaning down one more time to kiss him. With your lips locked, Jack presses you back a bit and scooches his body up to sit against the headboard. You settle into his lap and slide yourself down his cock slowly.

The stretch is exquisite. Both of you moan in sync, your hands planted on his tan chest, his hands coming up to grip your hips to keep himself tethered to the moment. You feel as if every empty space in your body is filled; he fits perfectly inside you, like he was meant to be there. 

He feels like coming home.

Once he’s bottomed out inside of you, you both take a moment to breathe and be present. Jack’s eyes are closed, forehead resting against yours, breathing each other’s air. His hands slowly and gently knead your hips while you adjust to his thickness stretching your walls deliciously. Bringing one of your hands to his face, you admire his blissed but tense countenance. It seems like the both of you are barely keeping it together; your pussy throbs against his cock, which twitches in response. Your breathing is heavier. And so is the tension and desire.

You kiss Jack’s lips softly, tracing your thumb down the line of his jaw, and his eyes flutter open, utterly melting when they focus on you. “Baby,” you murmur, “can I ride you now?” A groan claws out of Jack’s mouth, and his lips part as he nods his head affirmatively. 

“Please,” he begs, and fucks up gently into you. Your center clenches in response, and you begin to work yourself on his shaft, rolling your hips as you grind down and back up. The sensation is intense, intimate, and all-consuming.

You clutch at Jack’s well-muscled shoulders, pressing kisses wherever you can reach and nipping his neck. His groans deepen and lengthen, his cock swelling even harder with the feeling of being buried inside you, surrounded by hot velvet. Hands gripping harder, he thrusts back up into you each time you slide down, punching into a spot deep inside you that makes you see stars. Dizzying ecstasy lights up your veins as your moans and whines pitch higher with your arousal. The slick, obscene squelching of your pussy only serves to intensify the experience for the both of you.

“Oh god, sweetheart, you’re so fucking wet and tight for me,” Jack slurs, lost in his reverence of you. “Could never get enough of you.” All you can respond with is a devout chant of his name, moaned and sighed and whimpered. He reaches down and slicks his thumb with your juices, swirling it gently around your clit. You keen sharply.

“Jack,” you moan, “don’t stop, you’re getting me there.” Jack hushes you as he works your pearl firmer.

“C’mon, sugar, I wanna feel you come all over my cock,” he encourages urgently, massaging that spot deep in your pussy while he swirls, swirls, swirls with his thumb. Your whines sharpen, your body beginning to shake.

“Oh fuck, Jack, you’re gonna make me come,” you yelp desperately, your pussy contracting and squeezing his cock tightly. Jack digs his fingers harder into the meat of your hips, trying to stave off his own orgasm, as he continues his ministrations.

He leans forward, sucking and kissing your neck, up to your ear, and licking the spot right behind it gently before murmuring, “Come for me, beautiful.”

You shatter.

Flames lick along every nerve ending, and you shove Jack as deeply into you as possible when your high hits you. Wailing his name, you grip his hair, your cunt gushing and contracting against his length, and that’s enough to push Jack over the edge with you, your name tumbling off his lips in a whimper as he buries himself deep and empties his seed into the condom. 

Waves crashing together, the wheel of fate bringing you two to each other. He is meant for you, and you for him.

You both come back into your bodies, breathing heavily with your faces nuzzled against each other. Jack kisses your lips gently, and you part them to allow a deeper kiss to blossom. Slowly, languidly, your tongues dance, lips press and pull. With the tiniest peck, the two of you separate, and Jack brings his hands to cup your face gently, fingertips stroking your soft skin. His eyes shine like the sea on a sunny day, and you see golden flecks catch the light from your bedside lamp. 

“You’re so perfect,” he murmurs, mesmerized.

You huff a laugh. “Hardly,” you reply, “but I feel like we’re perfect for each other, no?” Jack nods.

“Perfectly suited for each other,” he agrees. “You are my fire, and I am your ocean. You motivate me to push myself and our business further, and keep my passions burning.”

“And you go with the flow, move with the tides, helping me get through rough waters,” you mutter sweetly at him, kissing his strong, aquiline nose. You both sit and absorb each other’s presence, soaking in the new stage of your relationship.

“Where do we go from here?” you whisper to Jack. Your lover, your confidante, your partner in business - and now, in life.

“I don’t quite know what our future holds, sugar,” Jack responds, kissing your forehead, “but where your heart is, there I will be also.”

a/n part 2: Thank you for reading! Below I've included the brief that Erin wrote about Ægir, as well as some details/inspo from the fic. Disclaimer: I am not inherently familiar with Norse mythology or traditions, so apologies if there's anything that is off-base!

-- Beers are inspired by Allagash Brewing's saison and seasonal Ski House Wheat.

-- The winter holiday party decorations are inspired by traditional Norse decorations for Yule.

-- The "wheel of fate" and the last line Jack says are a nod to traditional Norse wedding vows.

-- For Erin's Frith Challenge, Thor was assigned to Pero Tovar, and Tyr was assigned to Ezra.

God: Ægir  Character: Jack Daniels / Agent Whiskey

God of the sea and brewing ale. A Jotun (which translates to “devour” or “consume”, despite being connected to “giant” more often), suggesting that he would devour or consume the ships that would sink into the sea, and his wife, Rán (the death goddess of the sea), would consume the men upon the ships.

“The brother of air and fire”. Father of 9 daughters, who themselves are the waves. Not only represents the sea, but also personifies it. Symbolizes the strength and power of the ocean, so many view him as a great warrior.

Framed as a terrible and devouring Jotun, he’s also a welcoming host. It’s said that Thor and Tyr would visit to have some of Ægir’s ale, and every winter, the gods would come to feast in his hall. This makes him a great match for Rán, the caretaker of those who died at sea, as his hospitality would be extended to them through Rán. This could be seen one of two ways: that either the dead would reside in their hall, or that they would rest there until they were ready to move on.

The sea was seen as a source of great wealth, since sailors would find treasure through industry, trade or plunder. Gold itself was referred to as “Ægir’s Fire”, because he “lights his hall with gold in his hearth”. He’s wealthy, but he shares that wealth as he entertains his guests.

However, he sort of wanted to get out of being the gods’ host. He said he’d do it on the condition that they find a big enough cauldron to account for the amount of ale he’d have to make, since the gods liked to party so much.

To follow Ægir is to be hospitable to those who enter your hold seeking comfort.

Offerings: Ocean/water iconography. Gold. Fire/flames. Ale/alcohol.

Tags for those who may be interested: @mountainsandmayhem @alltheirdamn @sin-djarin @nerdieforpedro @mermaidgirl30 @missredherring @morallyinept @qveerthe0ry @guiltyasdave @almostfoxglove @almostempty @schnarfer @kedsandtubesocks @djarinmuse @agentmarcuspike @gasolinerainbowpuddles @yopossum

[corrodedbisexual]

hello! i just saw your post that was the destiel meme saying russia had a military “coup” and i just had to ask…. may you explain for us who don’t know what a coup is? if i’m anyway this sound mean or insulting or like ignorant from my part i am so sorry, but i am really just wanting to know what is happening around the world and i also want to cv rock on my mutuals and on their situation. if you feel the need to rant about your situation please do! i am all ear! also sending lots of love from the city that is currently drowning (in santiago it never rains so now that it’s raining cats and dogs, the main stream we had is overflowing and the is literal water everywhere)

Hey. So sorry about your city 🫂 I hope you and your loved ones are safe and have drinking water and all supplies you need to get through this! 🤍

A coup is basically a forced seizure of power in a country, usually done by the military. Technically, that didn't happen (yet, although it might). What happened so far that can be confirmed is basically a mutiny of the private merc group Wagner.

Currently Prigozhin claims that his forces are in Rostov-on-Don, a city on the south close to the Ukraine border. There are unconfirmed reports that they have taken the police and government buildings and haven't met any resistance. Since it's all happening in the middle of the night and all currently available shots are dark and blurry, we'll probably only have confirmations in a couple of hours.

To be clear, this dude is no hero. He's as much of a scumbag as the people in power, played as much of a role in the military aggression on Ukraine, plus his mercs are mostly recruits from prisons. Even if he succeeds by getting part of the military and police on his side, there is no good outcome to this for Russia.

Although the chaos he's causing, regardless of his success or failure, will give Ukraine a big advantage in their counteroffensive, so at least that's good.

[devastatingdraco]

The End of Everything - Chapter One: The Beginning

SHIP | Dramione [Draco Malfoy x Hermione Granger]

CATEGORY | enemies to lovers, romance, angst, EVENTUAL smut, Hermione never went to Hogwarts

WORD COUNT | 8.7k

WARNINGS | temporary paralysis, swearing, rude!Draco, kidnapping, etc. (more coming soon)

SONG REC | hostage — billie eilish

A/N: Thought I would post this here since it's doing well on a03. Enjoy, angels. <3

Hermione always knew that she was different.

Whether it was because the girls at school told her so, or simply because she could feel it in her heart, Hermione always knew.

Her life had been fairly normal up until this point, and she was okay with that. She was a simple girl with simple dreams. Hermione wanted to be a writer. Work in publishing. She wanted to create worlds and weave words together in a way that touched people; that made them truly feel something.

So, she studied. Got good at it, too. Hermione studied day and night, and not having any friends helped. She never got distracted. Sure, she'd get called loser, know-it-all, priss, but the harsh names never stopped her. Because Hermione had a goal, and she never lost sight of it.

Her hard work got her to where she is now: six months post-university. Building up her CV. Living in a flat on her own. Going out occasionally on the weekends.

This is her life now. And she is happy with it.

Only, that inkling, the one that always told her she was different and that she could do things—feel things—no one else could... it never really went away.

That's why, she supposes, she should have seen it coming.

"Petrificus Totalus."

The voice makes Hermione's eyes fly open. She's in bed, but something is off. Different.

Early morning light shines on a figure adorning all black, and the sight makes Hermione scream—except, nothing comes out at all. She can't scream. She can't even fight back as the figure pulls the blankets off of her and pockets something. It almost looked like a thin stick.

Hermione's body is effectively paralyzed and she is unable to move.

The fear that ripples through her body is painful. It makes her heart pound dangerously fast in her chest and her stomach ache. She is scared and there's nothing she can do about it.

It's at this time that Hermione sees where she is.

It's a large room of sorts. Too big to be hers, and cleaner. More... sterile.

The bedposts have thick, lush curtains tied off on all sides and the walls are dark. Hermione doesn't see much furniture in the room except for a trunk at the end of the bed and a wardrobe on the opposite wall. It's not her bedroom, that's obvious. There's no reading chair, no nightstand with her lotions and diary, nothing.

If she could, Hermione would scream til her vocal cords were atrophied.

The figure leaves the room in a flash of monochrome—black and stark white—and Hermione has to take deep breaths to calm down. She looks out of the large window but it doesn't help. She sees rolling hills tilted blue from the morning light. The grass shines with dew. She sees sharply cut hedges and an entangled maze on the property in the near distance. She's in the country, far, far away from London, and alone.

Completely alone.

Hermione wonders, just for a moment, if she's going to die here.

A single knock on the door has Hermione's heart kicking back up, and she watches as the wood swings open, revealing a tall man with thick brows.

"Hello there, dear," The voice calls out. "My name is Helbert Spleen, I'm here to see if you have any immediate injuries."

Hermione can only whimper.

He gives Hermione a gentle nod before pulling out something like what the man from earlier had—a stick of some sort.

"Don't be afraid, my dear, you'll understand the why of all of this soon enough. I'm just going to do a quick diagnosis."

It's actually not a stick at all.

Hermione realizes this once a pink light slips out of the end and sets her world alight. Her body buzzes and tingles, and Hermione thinks that she might be losing her mind.

The light fades out but her body still feels strange. Her fingers are still vibrating once the man speaks again.

"You're doing well, but I'd watch the heart rate if it keeps up like that. Her Ladyship will be in momentarily."

And then the man slips back through where he came.

Hermione must have been focusing on the foreign feeling in her body for a long time because before she knows it, the door is opening back up again. The person doesn't knock this time, just comes right in and steps up to the edge of the bed, looking down at Hermione.

Another body trails in through the door, but Hermione is entirely focused on the woman looking down at her immobilized figure.

"My name is Narcissa," The woman says, and Hermione can't help but think that that is a strange name.

"Narcissa Malfoy," She continues. "I'm the owner of this manor."

Hermione can feel her eyes drying out. Malfoy. Now, that name is stranger.

"I know you must be very well confused and scared, but I'm going to tell you why you're here."

Hermione keeps eye contact with Narcissa. Maybe, just maybe, if she gets on her good side, she will let Hermione go. She looks nice enough. Hermione doesn't know her, but in time, maybe she could. She thinks that maybe this woman can see reason. Hermione doesn't have to be here. Everything can all go back to normal. They can let her go.

Right as rain.

"As you can see, you're no longer in London," Narcissa sits on the bed. "You're in Wiltshire. That's West of London. You're at a place called Malfoy Manor. Understand?"

Hermione lets out another whimper and Narcissa sighs. She turns to the figure standing in the corner and Hermione's eyes follow.

"Don't ask," He snaps. "We don't know what someone like her will do."

Someone like her?

Hermione studies this man. His hair is so light it almost hurts to look at and he's got this displeased sneer on his face. He's the man from before. The man who paralyzed her.

He has quite light eyes, and Hermione thinks that they might even be pretty if they weren't cutting right through her. This man does not look as nice as the woman.

"Draco," Narcissa says. "She can't speak."

"Good," He spits. "She doesn't deserve to. Filthy little—"

"I don't know what other option we have."

The blond leans back against the wall, arms crossed over his broad chest. Hermione lets out a slow breath.

"She needs to be bound," The man directs. "That way we know she won't try escaping."

Alarm bells go off inside Hermione's head and she watches Narcissa stand. She flicks her wrist while holding a silver and black-looking—thing. Stick wouldn't apply now. It looks too decorative to be a stick.

"Finite."

A white light omits from the end and Hermione feels her body finally relax. She's about to scramble back against the headboard and yell out, but silk threads fly out and find their way around her wrists and ankles, binding her to the bedposts. No one was even touching them.

"What—"

"Pleased to see you're finally with us," Narcissa says. "Can you tell me your name?"

Hermione gulps.

"Why? I don't know you."

Narcissa goes back to sitting on the bed. She looks over Hermione's bound body with a look of... is that pity? Disgust?

Maybe this woman isn't so nice after all.

"I told you my name. Tell me yours."

Hermione stays silent. Narcissa tries again.

"I know that—"

"Oh for fucks sake," The man against the wall growls. Hermione blinks in surprise. Draco crosses the room in three large strides before he whips out his own rod. Hermione still can't place what exactly they are. It doesn't matter, though. She's seen what they can do.

Draco jabs Hermione's throat with the end of it, and her body goes cold.

"Tell us your name or I swear I'll—"

"H-Hermione! Hermione Granger," She chokes out. Draco's eyes flash with something before he looks toward his mother. She looks surprised herself.

"How old are you, Miss Granger?" She asks.

She takes a breath and says, "Twenty-three."

"Can you tell us what you do, Miss Granger?" Narcissa asks.

Hermione is confused, but if there's one thing she knows how to do, it's talk. Maybe talking will save her from this whole debacle.

"I work at a bookstore," She manages. Her voice is coming out in pathetic pants, the kind someone does before they start hyperventilating and crying. "I graduated from university six months ago. I—I just work, that's all I do."

Hermione doesn't know why any of this matters, but the pair share a satisfied look anyway.

"And can you tell us what you studied?"

"English," She coughs. Draco pulls his rod away finally, leaving her with a painful sting on the skin of her throat. She wishes desperately that she could press her hands to it and soothe it right now.

"What did you want to do with your life, Miss Granger?"

The question makes her skin go clammy. Did. Past tense. As in, will not be doing anymore.

Hermione feels tears well up along her waterline.

"I want to be a writer," She grits out.

The blond rolls his eyes and walks back to the wall.

"Muggles and their pathetic career choices."

Narcissa hooks a manicured finger underneath Hermione's chin and pulls her face to look back at her. Then, she pulls out a stack of books, one by one from the floor next to her.

"You're going to be staying here now Miss Granger, by order of Minister Kingsley Shacklebolt of the Ministry of Magic."

These words mean nothing to Hermione.

"We will give you books to read so you can understand our history and this... situation better," Narcissa says. "But what might set your mind at ease right now is knowing that you are not going to die. Not under our watch, at least."

Hermione still feels sick. Maybe death would be better than this.

"You see, Hermione," Narcissa says, leaning in a bit closer. She brushes her black-painted fingernail across Hermione's hairline, moving a strand away from her eye.

"Things in our world are changing. Because of that, you're here with us now."

Narcissa adds to the stack of books with a few newspapers, folders, and leather-bound journals.

"You'll receive a quill later on. We wouldn't want an attempted suicide, now would we?"

Hermione is just working out the logistics of how one would commit suicide with a feather when she hears a snort across the room. Draco. He's shaking his head, giving her another one of those pitiful looks.

"We'll leave you now, Miss Granger. Once we're gone, your wrists and ankles will be freed. You'll be able to acclimate yourself to this bedroom which shall be yours from now on."

"What about my room back home? My life?"

Hermione's broken voice stops Narcissa by the door. She spares a glance back at the girl.

"Everything will be settled, I'm told. It will not do well to dwell on those things now."

Hermione bites her bottom lip roughly. Until she tastes blood.

Narcissa stops at the door one last time as Draco goes, not bothering with Hermione any longer.

"You'll soon find that our world is more important now than yours ever was, Miss Granger. Much more important, indeed."

[sen-no-kotowari]

JP Server 3rd Anniversary Theme Song "Shake It Up!!" Lyrics Translation

Hello! In celebration of "Sands of Wrath" patch in the JP servers, here is my fan lyrics translation of the 3rd Anniversary Theme Song "Shake It Up!!" This was first announced during the 3rd week of last December with a small teaser and being released on the 24th of December as a christmas present to all the players (≧▽≦) You can listen to the song over on the JP Server's official YT page.

Lyrics translation is on the cut down below (*‘ω‘ *)

Song Title: Shake It Up feat. Cerberus Unit Sung by: Noctis (CV: Konishi Katsuyuki) Lyrics, Composition, Arrangement: Mellowcle (Merokuro) Guitar: C'Na (CNaQe) Sax: Bobet

降り立つthree獰猛なtrick 裏じゃblacksheep？Do you wanna be? 冗談だけにfreeしておきなWe are Cerberus

Oritatsu three doumou na trick Ura ja blacksheep? Do you wanna be? Joudan dake ni free shiteoki na We are Cerberus

Party of three, that's some sick trick Are they blacksheeps? Do you wanna be? We're only free when we go crazy―We are Cerberus

恐れる『V』から『21.2.3』『N』さあぶち壊せ 逃げ出したきゃほら　逃げろrun away

Osoreru "V" kara "21.2.3" "N" Saa buchi kowase Nigedashitakya hora Nigero run away

From the Lady V, Tweeny-one count to 3, Ya boy N's kickin' ass Better skedaddle, it's time to run away

誰にも縛られないMy way 三つの道が交差するPoint Ay yo what you gonna do? 一切合切　背負わないでMy style 貫いていく未来は何だって構わない

Dare ni mo shibararenai My way Mitsu no michi ga kousa suru Point Ay yo what you gonna do? Issai gassai Seowanai de My style Tsuranuiteiku mirai ha nandatte kamawanai

Ain't nobody out there can hinder my way All three roads are gonna gather at one point Ay yo what you gonna do? This whole shtick of turning my back ain't my style I won't give a damn to a future that ain't worthwhile

始めようNuisanceのParty かけろIntenseなMusic だけどNon-senseな奴は いらないぜBaby 誰に何を言われたって 止められないGoin' crazy Tonight Shake it up, Shake it up, Shake it up!! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Hajimeyou Nuisance no Party Kakero Intense na Music Dakedo Non-sense na yatsu ha Iranai ze Baby Dare ni nani wo iwaretatte Tomerarenai Goin' crazy Tonight Shake it up, Shake it up, Shake it up!! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Let's start this nuisance of a party Turn up that intense music But those folks full of nonsense ain't worth mentioning, baby Who cares what anybody says? We ain't gonna stop goin' crazy tonight Shake it up, Shake it up, Shake it up!! Bang! Bang! Bang!

周りを気にしてビクビクすんのは性に合わないぜ 気に入らねえなら壊せ　Bang! Bang! Bang! Drop it! (Drop it! ) Warning! (Warning!) 火傷する前にほら

Mawari wo ki ni shite biku biku sun no ha shou ni awanai ze Ki ni iranee nara kowase Bang! Bang! Bang! Drop it! (Drop it! ) Warning! (Warning!) Yakedo suru mae ni hora

Matching the mood, trembling all scared of my surroundings sure ain't suiting my style Ya don't like it? Then go smash it! Bang! Bang! Drop it! (Drop it! ) Warning! (Warning!) 'fore you regret playin' with fire

誰にも奪えないMy life 三つの意志は自由に飛んで Ay yo what you gonna do? 一体全体　どこで何したって 気にしないで Dance in the dark 踊り明かそう

Dare ni mo ubaenai My life Mitsu no ishi ha jiyuu ni tonde Ay yo what you gonna do? Ittai zentai doko de nani shitatte Ki ni shinai de Dance in the dark Odoriakasou

Ain't nobody can rip me off my life Flyin' high and free are three forces Ay yo what you gonna do? Just where the hell did we do to get all that? Let it slide, just keep dancin' in the dark 'til we see the light of day

始めようNuisanceのParty かけろIntenseなMusic 始めようNuisanceのParty 無駄なNo chanceやめて 欲望のままに 突き進んだってOK 気の向くままAll day きっと 痛みは消えないから

Hajimeyou Nuisance no Party Kakero Intense na Music Muda na No chance yamete Yokubou no mama ni Tsuki susundatte OK Ki no muku mama All day Kitto Itami ha kienai kara

Let's start this nuisance of a party Turn up that intense music Stop wasting any chances, it's all right to be greedy Stop at nothing, it's okay Just go be yourself all day I know 'cuz the pain of our scars won't fade away

くだらない毎日に興味などないから 周りの奴らは気にしない���止められない

Kudaranai mainichi ni kyoumi nado nai kara Mawari no yatsura ha ki ni shinai Tomerarenai

A mind-numbing, washed out daily life is something I'd rather brush aside So go look past them scrubs 'round ya 'cuz they sure ain't gonna stop us here

始めようNuisanceのParty かけろIntenseなMusic だけどNon-senseな奴は いらないぜBaby 誰に何を言われたって 止められないGoin' crazy Tonight 見てな It's show time

Hajimeyou Nuisance no Party Kakero Intense na Music Dakedo Non-sense na yatsu ha Iranai ze Baby Dare ni nani wo iwaretatte Tomerarenai Goin' crazy Tonight Mite na It's show time

Let's start this nuisance of a party Turn up that intense music But those folks full of nonsense ain't worth mentioning, baby Who cares what anybody says? We ain't gonna stop goin' crazy tonight Look at that, it's show time

始めようNuisanceのParty かけろIntenseなMusic 無駄なNo chanceやめて 欲望のままに 突き進んだってOK 気の向くままAll day きっと Shake it up, Shake it up Shake it up!! Bang! Bang! Shake it up, Shake it up Shake it up!! Bang! Bang! Shake it up, Shake it up Shake it up!! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Hajimeyou Nuisance no Party Kakero Intense na Music Muda na No chance yamete Yokubou no mama ni Tsuki susundatte OK Ki no muku mama All day Kitto Shake it up, Shake it up Shake it up!! Bang! Bang! Shake it up, Shake it up Shake it up!! Bang! Bang! Shake it up, Shake it up Shake it up!! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Let's start this nuisance of a party Turn up that intense music Stop wasting any chances it's all right to be greedy Stop at nothing, it's okay Just go be yourself all day I know we'd Shake it up, Shake it up Shake it up!! Bang! Bang! Shake it up, Shake it up Shake it up!! Bang! Bang! Shake it up, Shake it up Shake it up!! Bang! Bang! Bang!

[exrankluck]

Dear Vocalist Unlimited Veronica Translation — Shadow births light [track one]

disclaimer: this is 90% AI-generated transcription and translation, some things might be inaccurate or awkward.

ディア ヴォーカリスト Unlimited エントリーNo.5 Veronica / モモチ (CV: 豊永利行)

- Drums: YAMATO (CV. Shunichi Toki)

- Guitar: OHGI (CV. Makoto Furukawa)

- Bass: AMA (CV. Kengo Kawanishi)

- Keyboard: SHIZURU (CV. Yoshitaka Yamaya)

Yamato: Wow, this is great. It's so exciting!

Shizuru: Haha, but it's so dark. Was it like this during rehearsals?

Ohgi: I asked them to turn it off. Don't worry about me, go ahead and turn on all the lights.

AMA: Oh, when you were talking to the staff with your sleeve earlier, did you mean...

Ohgi: Yes, this is the right choice for Veronica, isn't it? Momochi-kun should be the only one in the spotlight.

Ohgi: Mr. Veronica is enough on his own.

mmc: Um...

It's crowded, isn't it?

Yeah, thanks to everyone.

Excuse me, but is there a limit to the number of people allowed here?

Oh, sorry about that.

I still have another joint performance, so I have to go back for a makeup touch-up.

Gah, wait a minute -

Why did he just barge in like that? We were here first.

Sigh, what's his deal?

This is why I hate Kagaribi!

[02:07]

Shizuru: Eh? But that was because Akkun...

AMA: No, I mean when I looked at his reaction, Yamato made eye contact...

Ohgi: Oh, Momochi-kun, you did a great job tonight.

Ohgi: I thought you were going to change clothes and come back.

mmc: Yeah, that was the plan, but some things came up.. ha… ha…

Shizuru: But Momochi-kun was amazing in the park at night.

mmc: It was amazing! Thank you so much. By the way, is there any water? I'll need it again soon.

AMA: Oh, that one's still unopened, so go ahead and drink it. There are still some left from the joint show.

mmc: Hmm, really? It's right after NSFW, so I don't have much time.

Yamato: By the way, when did you make that? It's so cool!

mmc: Ah, yeah. Actually, Reo-kun from Lumiere invited me to try it as a surprise.

Shizuru: He could have told us about it, though.

Shizuru: But it turned out to be a Veronica song, it’s impressive.

mmc: Hehe, right?

mmc: I haven't really arranged other people's songs in my style before, but it worked better than I thought.

AMA: I hope we can do it at Veronica's live someday. It would definitely be exciting.

Yamato: Nice, nice! I wanna get excited with Cheers too!

mmc: Y-Yeah, we'll definitely do it if we get the chance… ahaha…

mmc: Hai, I’m leaving now!

Ohgi: Good luck! We'll be watching on the monitor.

Shizuru: There will be champagne after you finish. Look forward to it.

mmc: Eh? Is the champagne for the after-party again?

Shizuru: Yeah, it's a Fes, so we splurged and got a better one than before.

Yamato: I’m excited!

mmc: I see. But isn't the after-party for all the bands? If we drink champagne, wouldn't it be unfair?

Ohgi: Oh, that’s true.

Shizuru: It's okay, don't worry. I brought 30 bottles for everyone, and if we run out, the staff from our store will bring more.

mmc: As always, you're amazing, haha…

AMA: I wish I could join the after-party too.

Ohgi: Eh, Akkun, you can’t come?

AMA: I have to leave for a shoot in the countryside tomorrow.

Yamato: That's right. It's been a while since we had a toast with all five of us.

Shizuru: Akkun, you're still busy, huh?

AMA: But everyone's busy, right? Anyway, I'll be here until the night performance ends. There might be a result announcement for the Survival, and I want to see that.

Ohgi: I see. But that's true, huh? Today marks the end of this season, and I suddenly feel lonely.

Shizuru: I still want to work with everyone. I hope we succeed in the Survival.

Yamato: No, we will succeed. We're all so excited about it. And if we've come this far, I want the five of us to go as far as we can together!

AMA: Yeah, I feel the same way.

*shiny sfx flashback*

[06:24 Ohgi]

Ohgi: I wonder who it is at this time.

Climax Records?

Oh, the other day.

Hello?

As I mentioned in my email response, I'm sorry, but I'm currently quite busy with music production.

Thank you for considering me, but I can't work with any specific band right now.

What do you mean by 'special request' exactly?

I understand that if I can't deliver good results, I'll be fired, but to judge it based on just one single? This is a pretty severe project.

Oh...

Well, you're right about that.

In some cases, we might get overwhelmed and quit, so it's like we're at the mercy of this situation.

Oh, sorry. Actually, I haven't read the email yet because I intended to refuse the offer.

The song?

Well, yes...

I understand.

[08:08 AMA]

AMA: How about your foot? Is it okay?

Good job. Didn't you say you weren't coming to the set today?

I see. Is it because of a new job?

Another regular feature in a magazine, or something like that.

Well then, I mean...

Oh, really?

Sorry.

Anyway, after this photoshoot, tell me more about it. You mentioned an offer from a band, right?

Now?

[09:55 Shizuru]

Shizuru: Yeah, well. This tour is over after tonight's final performance, and it seems like it was a success. Thank goodness.

Oh, about that, actually, I might quit after all. There's talk of going to Europe next year.

Yeah, actually, I've got an interesting offer.

To play keyboard for a certain rock band.

Haha, right? I mean, isn't it unexpected for me to join a band?

It's so off the wall that it's piqued my interest.

I'm also graduating from university this spring, and my parents are pushing me to do more serious piano work abroad.

Honestly, I still want to try doing various things in Japan.

And also, you know, I mentioned it before, right?

I've been into wine lately, and I'm interested in food and drink.

The agency said that even if I join them, I can continue my personal work as usual.

At this point, it might be okay to try everything at once.

No, that's...

Heheh...

It's kind of complicated, you know?

They have been active as a band for quite some time, but all the members except the vocalist have left.

Hmm, I think the name was Veronica.

[11:48 Yamato]

Yamato: Yosh, okay. Also, let's load it up in my car.

Oh, thank you, thank you. Thanks for reaching out to me again. Playing with this group really gets my energy up.

Tour? Really? Of course, I’ll do it, I'll do it!

Yeah, well, I can't go into too much detail because the agency that offered me the job made me sign a non-disclosure agreement, but... just between us, I might be joining a certain band for a while.

Uwah, I was actually considering freelancing, but maybe joining a band would be a better fit.

But there are still a lot of unknowns. Even if I join the band, I might end up freelancing again soon.

Anyway, why don't we work together for the few months that I've been hired for? And if it goes well, the company president might want me to continue.

It seems like a weird project, though. I tried to dig a little deeper into why they're doing it, but I don't really know.

Apparently, the vocalist is a pretty difficult person to deal with. The band even broke up once, but he stayed behind.

I don't really know. But the band's songs are really cool.

I saw some old live footage, and it was amazing. Apparently, all the songs were made by the problematic vocalist.

And actually, the new members joining this time are really amazing. They're all well-known and talented people from various scenes.

Anyway, it's luxurious, and I can't even imagine what it'll be like when everyone's together, but I said I'd do it because it seems interesting!

No, don't make it sound like I'm always some impulsive guy who's not thinking things through. I'm actually doing a lot of things, you know.

Actually, my younger brother and I have been talking about expanding our family business for a while now.

He just graduated from a local university this year, so we’ve both started to move seriously.

Basically, I have a stable job on the side of being a freelance musician.

Well, it's a pretty well-established store in Kyoto, and things seem to be going well.

But, you know, they've been selling the same traditional Japanese sweets since the Edo period

Even though it’s a super long-lasting regular hit product, isn't it risky to rely only on that?

Yeah, that's right.

So, I was thinking if there was something else we could do on the side.

The artisans we have now are getting older, and there are only a few good apprentices...

Anyway, while we still have strong brand power, let's do something completely different and new.

Oh!

Thank you! Good work! Well then, I should be going now. I'll contact you later about the tour.

Huh? After-party? Of course, we're going!

At the usual dart bar, OK. Then, I'll go as soon as I put my instrument at home.

Oh, by the way, is there any girls coming?

[16:10]

Yamato: Oh, I just had a good idea!

Yamato: If we succeed in this Survival, why don’t we have a separate after-party just for Veronica?

Yamato: Then, Akkun can come too, and we can all toast with five people, right?

AMA: Really?

Ohgi: Sounds good.

Shizuru: Since we're already at it, should we do it? Oh, and you can use my store for it, actually, I've been tweaking the layout a bit...

Shizuru: It should be finished by the end of the month, and I want everyone to see the new interior. What do you think?

Ohgi: Didn't Shizu's store just get renovated?

Shizuru: No, that's not the case.

Shizuru: That was during the last hiatus of the Survival, which was about a year and a half ago. We just bought the adjacent tenant's space and knocked down the wall.

Shizuru: There were some subtle things that bothered me about it. Alright, it’s decided then.

Shizuru: I have to ask Momochi-kun about his schedule later.

[hex-stone]

If you’re dating a spooky girl / spooky partner make them a spooky Halloween basket this year. It will mean a lot to them. You don’t even have to spend a lot of money.

Ideas to put in basket:

Spooky socks. spider rings. candy. Spooky hello kitty plush. pumpkin carving kit. Halloween stuffed animals. Spooky squishmallows. Halloween decorations. Thrilling books or manga. Black/dark lipsticks. Black, green, orange, red nail polish. Spooky eyeshadow pallets. Popcorn for spooky movie night. Candles. Glow sticks. Mugs. Cups. Snacks. Spooky note pads or journals. Spooky pens. Spooky clothing. Literally anything with a spooky or Halloween theme.

Places to get these things with cheaper options included:

In store:

Tjmaxx. Marshall’s. Walmart. ✨The dollar store.✨ Target. 5 below. Hot topic. Spirit Halloween. Spencer’s. CVS. Wallgreens. Ulta.

(You can also order online from these stores too but if you wanna go shop in person these are some easy suggestions.)

Online:

Amazon. Aliexpress (order now because it takes a while to ship from here). Killstar. Vampirefreaks.

Do it now and by the time you give it to them in October they will forget about this and think is was your idea all along. You’re welcome. 🖤💕

[talktomeinclexa]

Clarke the Vampire Slayer

By: TalktomeinClexa

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Canon Violence, Fighting

Status: WIP

Summary: When Clarke, a pre-med student, wakes up one morning with superhuman strength, destiny comes knocking on her door. Sent to Polis to prevent a demon from opening the Hellmouth, she can count on Lexa, a former Watcher, and her new friends to help her dispose of vampires, demons, and other evil creatures. But will she succeed in stopping the Apocalypse?

***

Chapter 5: New Life, New Me

Clarke slept better that night, the conversation with Raven and the subsequent decision helping settle some of her restlessness. After getting super strength overnight, dropping out, and uprooting her life, she needed structure. A new routine. Some sense of belonging again, or she would go crazy.

She took a quick shower and headed for Main Street the following morning, happy to enjoy the stroll without vampires or other dangers along the way.

From the outside, Sky Crew looked as welcoming as she had hoped. The kind of family-owned establishment surviving big chains thanks to word of mouth and the loyalty of its patrons. Small and busy, with quiet background music and genuinely smiling staff. The modern decor, however, was a welcome surprise.

Based on the facade and general feel of Polis, she had imagined wooden furniture covered in warm-colored upholstery. Something classic, if not conservative. Instead, the Star Wars distinctly inspired paintings, white walls, and stylish chairs seemed to come right out of a sci-fi movie.

Hence the café’s name, she guessed as her eyes scrutinized her surroundings.

“Hello and welcome to Sky Crew. What can I get you?”

A young Asian man behind the counter smiled at her, waiting for her order. One of the friends Raven had mentioned, perhaps? He seemed to be about their age, with a baby face and warm dark eyes that put people at ease.

“Hi. My name is Clarke. I’m new in town and looking for a part-time job. My neighbor, Raven, said you might be looking for more people.”

He smiled and wiped his hands with a dish towel before moving around the counter to greet her. “Nice to meet you, Clarke. I’m Monty. Do you have any experience as a barista or a server?”

“No.” She grimaced at her own admittance, embarrassed to potentially waste his time — and hers. “But I’m happy to learn. Could you call the manager? I brought a CV.”

Monty pressed his lips together, his steepled fingers resting against his sternum. “Are you good with people?” She nodded. “Patient?” Another nod. “Available three to four half-days a week?”

“Yes. I had to drop out of college for personal reasons. My schedule isn’t exactly packed right now.”

Dark almond eyes stared into hers, appraising her for a few seconds, before Monty broke into a grin. “Congratulations! You’re hired. When can you start?”

“Just like that? Shouldn’t I talk to a manager or something?”

“I am the manager.” He shrugged, amused by her confusion. “Monty Green, at your service. Sky Crew belongs to my parents, and Raven is a good friend. If she sent you here, then I trust you. So, can you start next Monday? One of our staff members left recently, and we could use another set of hands.”

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[wanderingblindly]

hello beloved!!! ☉ and ✦ for the fic ask game please

EMMYYYYY MY ANGEL!!!!!!!! Thank you for asking, you're the best and I adore you

☉ What do you do when you get stuck writing?

If it's daylight, I'll go for a walk to CVS to get a treat; if it's dark/cold I'll go take a shower and talk out loud to myself until I crack the code. If all else fails, I just end up word vomiting to my captive audience (aka u, Lima, and Latte) until SOMETHING clicks. Though, that's mostly if I'm stuck on a concept. If I just can't get my brain to sink into the universe, I let the WIP sit until my braincell cooperates lol.

✦ Easiest and hardest fics to write?

Easiest: I think a tie between Rules of Engagement and Hot Pink Ring Pops, for similar reasons. Both of them were concepts where the entire plot came to me at once -- the beginning, middle, and end were all super clear right away. After that, it's all about connecting the dots. Rules of Engagement let me use a bunch of little personal details to fill in the gaps, and Hot Pink Ring Pops naturally allowed for stupid comedy that I didn't need to think too hard about. Hardest: I've talked about how much I struggled with Chapter 2 of Is It Gay To Watch Your Teammate on Tiktok, and I stand by that. That said, I struggled a lot with my first fic: Origins of Want. I hadn't written in a decade, and all I had was a quote that wouldn't stop bouncing around in my head. I spent so long just trying to remember how to write in a way that felt expressive rather than strictly descriptive (shoutout to my business degree for ruining that), and the pacing never quite felt right. I'm still glad I put it out there, but man was it harder than the output would indicate hahahah

[solarcas]

hiii solar! happy birthday to thee tag writer I'm obsessed with. also very talented and sweet person ❤️ I know you like traditional drawing so I made you a lil smth just now at work (ignore the shitty pic quality it's dark and my phone isn't the best) I hope I'll have time to do smth more intricate at home

lots of love 🌈

LANA. LANA WHAT IF I CRIED RN

HII for the love of god hello!!!! Thank you so much for your words!!! The "thee tag writer" had me on the floor already when I saw the preview in my inbox. Lana what if I cried. What if I put that on my CV actually 🥲😭💕💕

Honestly when I included the part abt traditional art in my celebration post I didn't think anyone would go that far for an extra wish, but I'm SO GLAD YOU DID BC THIS IS SO DAMN GOOD HELLO??? IT'S HIM IT'S CAS he's showing of his wings and halo and many eyes and he's GORGEOUS- I honestly just love the way you work w lines and the fact that's it's just as incredible on paper as it is in your digital art?? You are absolutely insane. AND THE SUN HALO don't get me started on the sun halo!!! Soo many ppl combined the sun imagery w the trueform prompt (including myself fhdkfhfk) and I love to see it!!!! Idk if you did that on purpose, but w the pink halo and the yellow beams of light on white paper, it's kind of giving me birthday cake vibes?? Like 🎂 candles on a whit cakes w pink icing on the edge does that make any sense or is it just me dgdkdgfkfhfk anyway I'm choosing to believe that was on purpose and that he is for me to eat thanks fhfkfhfkf 💞💞💞☀️😇

Aaahhhh screw you for just sending this as an ask and not posting it, now I cant just yell in the privacy of the tags, now everyone has to see my yelling :D <33

I love him and I love you, thank you so much for this and have an amazing day!!! <333

[victorluvsalice]

Multifandom Tiny Town: Occult Thoughts

Hello all, it's time for another post where I babble on about my ideas for a potential multifandom Tiny Town Challenge that I may or may not actually get off the ground. :p Today's topic -- the potential occult statuses of my tiny town residents! Because you know me -- I love my occult Sims. :D I've pondered this topic on and off for a little while regarding all the various members of the town, and here's what I've come up with --

Smiler Alton: Those glowing yellow eyes of theirs might be from Vampires, but in this world, I think I'd actually like Smiler to be a Spellcaster! Specifically, a spellcaster with a focus on the Alchemy branch of magic, because my Smilers are always supposed to be great chemists/alchemists (and this Smiler would be one based on my Valicer In The Dark Smiler, so that would be doubly true for them). I'm thinking that, once they've learned a few recipes and gotten sufficiently good at magic to have them come out good quality every time (and have finished the "can only earn money from their chosen skill to build their house" portion of the challenge), they could start selling the potions along with their nectar bottles! Feels right for them. :)

Victor Van Dort: Much like in my current Chill Valicer Save file, this Victor would end up becoming another Spellcaster -- but unlike the CVS Victor, who focuses on Practical magic, this Victor would specialize in Untamed magic. Like, of course I'd let him get some Practical spells ("Repairio" and "Scruberoo" are like must-haves for any spellcaster, and I think everyone in the tiny town would benefit from him having "Copypasto"), but I'd really lean in on him learning the Untamed stuff. Reason? Untamed magic has the "Necrocall" and "Dedeathify" spells, and given my plan for this Victor is for him to build up the Medium skill and eventually become a Paranormal Investigator (once he's done painting his way to a house), it feels thematically appropriate for him to get those spells. (Hell, it just feels thematically appropriate for him given he comes from a movie called Corpse Bride -- and you could argue that he, however accidentally, called Emily out of her grave there, soooo...)

Alice Liddell: Alice was a bit of a tricky one to figure out -- mostly because I've already done two occult life states with her over two different save files (she became a vampire in the original Newcrest Adventures stuff, and she's currently a werewolf in the the Chill Valicer Save), meaning I was like "I kinda want to do something else with her" for this potential save file. But I wasn't sure if I wanted to do a third spellcaster either, and I didn't like the idea of leaving her an ordinary human...

And then I remembered an old post of mine where I made fun of myself for turning Emily into a mermaid and Alice into a vampire whenever I was doing some sort of supernatural/fantasy AU when, based on their canons, they should be the other way around, and went "oh hey!" XD So yes, in this file, Alice would eventually become a Mermaid! I've never actually played a mermaid before, so this would be a fun new challenge (well, sort of, I don't think mermaids are all that hard to play) -- and, as indicated in the linked post, I already have an idea of what Alice should look like as a mermaid thanks to that concept art of her as one for the original Deluded Depths stuff. Plus, I know one of the powers you get as a mermaid is changing the weather, and given how many times I've had to slap a weather machine down on a lot to stop it raining when I travel, that should come in very handy. :D Only trouble would be getting the mermadic kelp, as I'd prefer to find it in Sulani rather than just buy it with aspiration points, but -- I don't think the tiny town would mind a group vacation to the islands, right? XD

Emmett Brown: By contrast, deciding for Emmett was easy -- he's going to be a Regular Sim. No occult powers at all. Reason?

Well, once he builds up his house with his prowess in robotics, I intend for him to enter the Scientist active career. I figure the minute he has a SimRay and a few serums under his belt, he'll be able to keep up with all the supernatural nonsense happening around him. XD And hey, "Mad Scientist" counts as a technical occult, right?

Mal Kavian: Another easy one -- Mal is explicitly supposed to be the female Malkavian fledgling from Vampire: the Masquerade -- Bloodlines, so she has to start as a Vampire! Though I'm planning on running her differently from how I usually do vampires in this game, by limiting her powers and planning her weaknesses around what would be true of a VTMB-style vampire. I actually did a whole series of posts on how you could convert VTMB vampires to Sims 4 back in 2018, so I already have an idea of what I'd do, though I probably wouldn't EXCLUSIVELY limit myself to "just Malkavian disciplines-themed powers" -- I'd like for Mal to get super-speed or a teleport power at some point! But yeah, she'd be my first vampire who stays permanently weak to the sun, which should make gameplay -- interesting. Smiler, I think I'm gonna have to have you get some Vampire Lore skill just so you can mix that drink that turns vampires solar-powered for her whenever she needs to go out in the daylight!

Preston Garvey: Preston was another tricky one, since I wasn't sure what occult status would actually fit him. I was tempted to just leave him a normal sim for a while...but after thinking about it a bit more, I think it might be interesting to make him a Werewolf! A friendly one, of course, since Preston's a friendly guy. :) Just think it might make for some neat gameplay/story opportunities to have him struggling with his inner Beast, especially near the beginning of his infection -- and Preston would be a lot more inclined to do pack-related stuff, unlike Alice in the Chill Valicer Save, so I'd be able to do something with that as well! Plus I could experiment with getting some different powers at different times -- Preston might be more suited for getting that "eat random objects" power, since he comes from a post-apocalyptic setting where the ability to eat whatever when you were hungry would be VERY useful. XD

Wheatley Notamoron: While I do have a human Wheatley in my Library (I created him for the Newcrest Adventures save file, along with a Chell), I really want to make the Wheatley in this save file a Servo -- after all, the original Wheatley was a robot, so why not make the Sims version one as well? Plus Servos are another life state I haven't played with a lot (Marm L. Iser is a very recent addition to the Chill Valicer Save), so figuring out how to navigate robot-hood with him would be an interesting challenge. (Though, given how fast charge and durability seems to go down on newly-activated Servos, I'm glad he's going to be living on a lot with six other people to help with his needs!) Of course, the trick here is, you can't make a Servo in CAS, so how do I get Servo!Wheatley into my Library so he's ready to move into the Tiny Town later... Guess my best option would be to find a room with a prebuilt-but-not-activated Servo in it on the Gallery, have a random Sim in a random save activate him, then give said Servo the right name, paint job, and traits before saving him to the Gallery. (Or I suppose I could have Emmett build him, as his whole thing is Robotics, but that DOES feel a bit weird...we'll see how things go, I guess!)

And there we have it -- two spellcasters, a mermaid, a scientist, a vampire, a werewolf, and a Servo all in one tiny town. Shit will be chaotic. XD But then again, were we expecting it not to be?

[rainbowywitch]

Hello, I am Hanan from Gaza. I am married and have three children. We escaped certain death four times, thank God. My house was destroyed and my children and I were left homeless. I ask for help, but it is not an easy matter. I need to buy a tent, its price is $1,300, due to its high cost before the arrival of winter and the extreme cold, so that we can collect the travel costs for me and my children and travel outside Gaza and live in safety 💔🇵🇸🍉 regards Through the link (please see my CV) https://www.gofundme.com/f/9s6zht-please-help-my-family-in-gaza?utm_source=copy_link&utm_medium=customer&utm_campaign=man_sharesheet_ft&utm_content=amp9c&attribution_id=sl:3834f25d- d0cf-48ab-8eb1-7486b0785867 My account has been verified by @90-ghost

In the heart of Gaza, Hanan and her three children face the harsh reality of displacement and destruction due to the ongoing conflict. Their home, once a safe haven, has been reduced to rubble, leaving them homeless and without security. The destruction extends beyond their physical home, as the family’s source of income has also been wiped out. Their livelihoods, which provided them with stability and food, have been taken away, adding to their suffering. The family is now caught in a dire situation, grappling with the daily challenges of survival amidst the chaos of war. With their home destroyed and their jobs lost, they are left with few resources and no means of support. The conflict has left them struggling to find adequate food, medical care, and basic necessities. The emotional and physical toll of their circumstances is immense, leaving them in a state of constant worry and uncertainty. In these trying times, the family urgently needs assistance from compassionate individuals and organizations. Donations are crucial to help them navigate this difficult period. Your contributions can provide them with essential supplies, including food and medical aid, which are vital for their survival. Every donation, no matter how small, can make a significant difference in their lives. By supporting this family, you are offering more than just material aid; you are providing hope and relief to those who have lost so much. Your generosity can help them rebuild their lives, offering them a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness of their current situation. Please consider making a donation to support this family in their time of need, and help them find a path to recovery and stability. Together, we can make a difference in the lives of those affected by the conflict in Gaza. Your support is a beacon of hope, and with it, we can help this family find the strength to overcome their hardships and rebuild

[jaysandravens-translations]

ふたりのきもちのほんとひみつ

JP: ふたりのきもちのほんとひみつ

ROM: Futari no kimochi no honto himitsu

ENG: The real secret of those two's feelings

Producer: やすなとソーニャ

嵐が過ぎたあとに

In the aftermath of the storm

語るにも落ちていく

I feel like I might blow over just by talking about it

目眩を振りほどいて

I shake off my dizziness

123で踊りだす

And on the count of 1,2,3, I start to dance

456でも踊りだす

Continuing with the count of 4,5,6, I start to dance

いつまでふたりでいるのかな

Just how long are we doing to stay together, I wonder?

おいしくできたらいただきます

If it comes out tasty, I'll gladly eat up

しらないままでもいいのかな

Is it fine to leave you in the dark like this?

ほんとの気持ちは秘密だよ

My true feelings are a secret, you know!

秘密だよ

They're secret!

偏愛がゆきすぎて

This favouritism is going too far

膝下で滑りこむ

As it slips below my knees

自動的に身構えて

I automatically prepare myself, and then

123で踊りだす

On the count of 1,2,3, I start to dance

789で踊りだす

Continuing with the count of 7,8,9, I start to dance

どこまでふたりでいるのかな

Until what point are we gonna be together, I wonder?

ものまねすきるがみじゅくなの

Mocking others is immature, you know

たのしいじかんがいいのかな

But maybe it's fine as long as you're having a good time?

ほんとの気持ちは秘密だよ

My true feelings are a secret, you know!

秘密なの？

Wait -- are they secret..?

『好きよ、あなたが。殺したいほど』

"I like you, you know... So much I want to kill you."

このままふたりでいるのかな

I wonder if we'll stay together just like we are now

ほとぼりさめたらこんにちは

Once things have cooled down, I'll say hello

おとなになるまでいいのかな

Is it fine to keep being like this 'til I'm an adult, I wonder?

ほんとの気持ちはひみつだよ

My true feelings are a secret, you know

秘密かも…

Well, they might be secret...

嵐が過ぎたあとに

In the aftermath of the storm

語るにも落ちていく

I feel I might blow over just by talking about it

目眩を振りほどいて

I shake off my dizziness

123で踊りだし

And on the count of 1,2,3, I start to dance

456でも踊りだす

Continuing with the count of 4,5,6, I start to dance

どこまでふたりでいるのかな

Until what point are we gonna be together, I wonder?

ものまねすきるがみじゅきなの

Mocking others is immature, you know

たのしいしがんがいいのかな

But maybe it's fine as long as you're having a good time?

ほんとの気持ちはひみつだよ

My true feelings are a secret, you know

秘密だよ

They're secret!

[stocky2016]

"Hello! I've got aa New CV"

I'm Skye, a "Sprocker" by definition. *1

and it's on my Vet record i'm just five years old

Geoff rescued me from the Birmingham Dogs' Home...

I was an abandoned doggy or so I was told.

Left tied to a gate in the middle of nowhere with

no food, no bed just darkness the cold and wet

A kind young couple found me and took me to B.D.H *2

there a new life started, with the love and affection I was to get.

It was like being re-born but into this loving home

I was taken long walks through the local fields

I get to frolic in blue-bell woodlands carpeted with flowers

fed and watered and my training was rewarded and real.

I get rewarded for doing things my master approves of

I socialise with other dogs and now have loads of friends,

People I meet often stroke and seem to like me

I behave in private and public places no rules do I bend.

I have an operation at the beginning of May

they call it being spayed but I've a slight lump that also needs to go

My master seems confident I'm insured and covered

so I'm not too worried let's go, go, go.

I've had all my vaccinations and I'm ready to travel

I think a holiday in France is planned

Yes, my Rabies vaccination was part of that

I just need my "overseas travel certificate" as I understand.

I've now been groomed by my Auntie Debbie a couple of times

And now feeling smarter and fitter than ever.

I've even got a microchip just in case

In the unlikely event I got lost, which I hope is never.

I meet a lot of other like minded "rescue dogs" like me

in the dog-friendly pubs I visit

Geoff likes the occasional beer so I get to benefit

once in a while out socialising as he thinks fit.

So if I ever bump into you , remember, my name's Skye

I'm a much happier and friendly Spaniel lady,

I love being stroked and if you've got any tasty-treats

I have a huge appetite I'm like those batteries "ever-ready"

If you have a dog yourself I love to chase, play

or dash off to retrieve balls and things

no matter how far or often they're thrown.

I'm just so happy now, I don't bark, I just want to "sing!"

© G.P.S. 25th April 2024

(Graphics self-owned by GPS and Hannah Gabriel)

[harrison-abbott]

As a Cleaner

I worked at a hotel when I was younger. As a cleaner. I had keys to every room and it was my job to go into each room every day and sweep the floors and change the soap and toilet rolls where necessary.

The hotel was old and it had no lift. It had a long staircase up the middle with maroon carpets and tiny little stairs. Walking up eight storeys of them every day was tiring only once; but I had to do it, oh, I don’t know how many times.

I knocked on every door that I came to. In case a guest was inside.

When there wasn’t an answer from within, I used the keys to go in.

One night there had been a man in maybe his late 20s. He was foreign, but he didn’t seem like a tourist either. So I’d seen him that night in his room and he was sitting up on his bed. He was drinking a bottle of gin and he looked pretty demented. And didn’t say anything as I quickly swept the floors and then left.

Then in the morning I had to go up to his room again. When I knocked, there was no answer, and so I went in.

First thing that hit me was the smell. It caught me in the nose and made me wince.

He was there on his bed. But the curtains were drawn. And there were bottles all around his bed. Gin bottles, and there were packets of pills scattered about the floor.

“Hello?” I called to him.

He wouldn’t budge when I called louder. I stepped closer. Could see his body in a strip of daylight that went through the curtains. His chest wasn’t moving. And the stench in the room was overpowering and it was making me want to gag.

So I panicked and I fled the room and I ran down the stairs to tell my boss about it.

My boss didn’t like me. She was always snapping at me. And when I told her what I’d seen she got irritated and almost didn’t believe what I was saying. And got all huffy as she had to follow me up the stairs to his room again.

When she saw the scene in the room she said, “Call the police.”

I only lasted three months in that job after that happened. Because I worked throughout the night there. And the old building was already a creaky, spooky place. I kept imagining that I would see this man’s ghost. There would be a darkness in the hallway and I could feel him lurking in the depths of it.

So I passed on a CV to another hotel.

I tried to smoke less and drink less after I saw what happened to that man. Never even found out his name. But, it still bothers me to this day.

[geekynerddemon]

Hello Tumblr. Long time no see.

Uni is kicking my ass, especially linear algebra. I already disliked tables in programming, who knew they could get worse? Not me.

I'm looking for a new job because the old one is no longer in the Venn diagram of Pays Well / Fun To Do / A Learning Opportunity. Learned Agile to fatten up the CV. I finally know what that is.

As far as art goes, there are several WIPs:

A spicy Kassandra x Roxana

A whole series of Peggy Carter as the Winter Soldier. I'm talking dark, depressive. From Hydra to heeling.

The Steggy Secret Santa gift.

I started playing AC Valhalla from the start again because I love Eivor.

And that concludes my little life update.

Anything happened that I missed?

[weirdo-with-a-nametag]

I don't know much about pfas or about the blog that paid for the testing and I don't know how relevant this is, but yknow I'm able to pull the information linked in that guardian article so here ya go. These are the brands they listed as having little or no organuc flourine found in their testing. Not sure why they picked that specific chemical or why it was the only one tested for.

Also keep in mind the sample size; testing of 40 products

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Better Bandages

These bandages had less than 100 parts per million (ppm) of organic fluorine detected in either the absorbent pad or the adhesive flaps. * are all brands selling products marketed to People of Color with black and brown skin tones.

Band-Aid Water Block Tough-Strips Waterproof Adhesive Bandages — 13 ppm organic fluorine in the sticky flaps and non-detect in the absorbent pad.

*Browndages Bandages for Brown Skin All One Size — 14 ppm on the absorbent pad.

CVS Health Gentle Fabric Hypoallergenic Bandages Large — 10 ppm organic fluorine on the absorbent pad and non-detect results on the sticky flaps.

CVS Health Waterproof Adhesive Bandages — 20 ppm organic fluorine on the sticky flaps and non-detect on the absorbent pad.

CVS Health Waterproof Heavy Duty Antibacterial Bandages — 11 ppm on the absorbent pad and non-detect on the sticky flaps.

Dealmed Flexible Fabric Bandages — 99 ppm organic fluorine on the sticky flaps and non-detect on the absorbent pad.

Dry See Thin Film Waterproof Dressing Pad with Wetness Indicator 001 2.75×2.5 — 11 ppm organic fluorine on absorbent pad

Dry See Thin Film Waterproof Dressing Pad with Wetness Indicator 007 larger one 4.6×4 — 12 ppm organic fluorine on absorbent pad

Rite Aid Smart-Flex Sterile Bandages — 11 ppm in the absorbent pad and non-detect in the sticky flaps.

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Best Bandages

These bandages had NO detections of organic fluorine in both their absorbent pads and adhesive flaps. The detection limit of this testing was 10 ppm. * are all brands selling products marketed to People of Color with black and brown skin tones.

3M Micropore Surgical/Medical Tape — non-detect organic fluorine

All Terrain Neon Kids Bandages — non-detect organic fluorine in the absorbent pad and sticky flaps of bandage.

Band-Aid Hello Kitty Assorted Adhesive Bandages — non-detect organic fluorine in the absorbent pad and sticky flaps of bandage.

CVS Sterile Manuka Honey Sports Bandages — non-detect organic fluorine in the absorbent pad and sticky flaps of bandage.

FEBU Organic Bamboo Strip Bandages — non-detect organic fluorine on both absorbent pad and sticky flaps of bandages.

Patch Bamboo Bandages for Kids with Coconut Oil — non-detect organic fluorine on both absorbent pad and sticky flaps of bandages. (Use discount code “mamavation” for 10% off products!)

*TRU COLOUR Skin Tone Bandages Diversity in Healing (olive) — non-detect organic fluorine in the absorbent pad, non-detect organic fluorine in sticky flaps of bandage.

*TRU COLOUR Skin Tone Bandages Diversity in Healing (dark brown) — non-detect organic fluorine in the absorbent pad, non-detect organic fluorine in sticky flaps of bandage.

*TRU COLOUR Skin Tone Bandages Diversity in Healing (brown black) — non-detect organic fluorine in the absorbent pad, non-detect organic fluorine in sticky flaps of bandage.

*Trutone Skin Tone Adhesive Bandages Dark Brown — non-detect organic fluorine in the absorbent pad, non-detect organic fluorine in sticky flaps of bandage.

*Trutone Skin Tone Adhesive Bandages Brown — non-detect organic fluorine in the absorbent pad, non-detect organic fluorine in sticky flaps of bandage.

*Trutone Skin Tone Adhesive Bandages Olive — non-detect organic fluorine in the absorbent pad, non-detect organic fluorine in sticky flaps of bandage.

Welly Good Vibes Bravery Badges — non-detect organic fluorine on both absorbent pad and sticky flaps of bandages.

Welly Waterproof Bravery Assorted Waterproof Bandages — non-detect organic fluorine on both absorbent pad and sticky flaps of bandages.

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Adding to Johnson&Johnson’s list of toxic products