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Solar Opposites: The Misadventures of The Solars Episode #3: Foxfight

The episode starts with the Shlorpians arriving in the Solars’ house.

Shlorpian Randall: Korvo? Terry?! What’s the exciting news you wanted to tell?

Korvo, Terry, Shlorpian Phoebe, Janiz and the kids come in with Korvo holding Lili.

Korvo: Everyone, meet our new baby daughter, Lili.

Shlorpian Janice: H'no, she's so cute, y'know!

Lili: *babbles*

Shlorpian Frankie: Woah. How did that happen?

Korvo: Well to be honest, it is complicated but here she is. Our little Shlorpian bundle of joy.

Shlorpians: Aw. She’s precious. So fucking cute. D’aw, she looks just like her father. Ain’t she a real cutie? So adorable. Hey little sweetie! Coochie choochie coo! Hi baby.

Terry laughs

Terry: Yep. She is such a sweet cutie. *tickles Lili on the belly that made her giggle*

Shlorpian Cooke starts sobbing hysterically

Shlorpian Frankie: *smiles in amusement and laughs* Honey, get it together.

Lili: *cooing*

Korvo: *laughs* They like you, Lili.

Lili: *babbles*

The Pupa then smiles at his baby sister and falls in love with her.

Pupa: Sissy!

Lili: *giggles and touches Pupa’s face as he smiles*

Shlorpian Randall: Who gave birth?

Korvo: I did.

The Shlorpians look at Korvo with shocked silence

Shlorpian Cooke: Yeah. It’s true. He told me about it and that there hasn’t been any records about this.

Korvo sighs and sheds a few tears

Korvo: *tearfully* It’s true I didn’t know either. Usually a sproutling is born thanks to a finger clipping. But this time, Lili’s birth is different because it came from my uterus.

Shlorpian Ms. Perez: TMI, buddy.

Shlorpian Louise: I guess that’s a new reaction on being on Earth too long or something.

Korvo: I don't know yet but-

Suddenly, a glass bottle was thrown into the window as glass shatter and the family screamed as they ducked for safety.

Jesse: What was that?!

Shlorpian Phoebe: *recognizing the whooping* Oh God! No!

Shlorpian Phoebe steps outside and gasp upon seeing her relatives living near the hillbilly swamp trailer park while whooping. The Solars, who turn into their human forms along with Lili, and their Shlorpian friends peak outside and gasp upon seeing Phoebe’s now Shlorpian relatives.

Human Korvo: Phoebe! Are those your relatives?!

Shlorpian Phoebe sighs and facepalms.

Shlorpian Phoebe: Yes. Yes they are.

A few minutes later, an annoyed Shlorpian Phoebe, the human Solars and the Shlorpians head over to Phoebe’s relatives.

Shlorpian Phoebe: Hello Uncle Randy.

Shlorpian Uncle Randy: Well, howdy do! Phoebe’s back y’all!

Shlorpian Phoebe groans

Shlorpian MacCarthy Relatives: Yee-haw! Ya-hoo! Get along y’all! Whoo! *laughs and hollers like a western person in joy*

Human Terry: Wow.

Shlorpian Uncle Randy: Of course you remember Randy Jr., Cousin Joe and John, Cletus, Big Bubba, Jenny and the rest.

Shlorpian Phoebe: Unfortunately, yes.

Shlorpian Randy Jr.: Howdy cous and *sees the Human Solars and the Shlorpians* Hey! Look, humans just like we once were and aliens like us!

Human Yumyulack: Don't. Come. Near. Me.

Human Korvo: *laughs nervously; whispers* Yumyulack, whatever you and your siblings and the rest of the gang do, do not do anything to upset them. Or worse.

Human Yumyulack: But he smells bad!

Human Jesse: *covers Human Yumyulack’s mouth and laughs nervously* He meant it in a good way. *laughs nervously and then the Shlorpian McCarthy laughs with her*

Shlorpian Jenny: Ain’t those children darling?

Shlorpian Uncle Randy: *laughs* Y'know, I like y'all! What are your names?

Human Jesse: None of your business!

Human Korvo: Huh? *whispers to Jesse* what’s wrong honey? Why don’t you want them to tell them our names?

Human Jesse: It's obvious Phoebe hates them!

Shlorpian Phoebe: *sighs* Look guys, can you please be more careful? Your bottle nearly hurt my family and their friends. Plus, they have a baby now. You guys have got to be careful.

Phoebe's relatives laugh

Shlorpian Big Bubba: Relax Phoebs. These guys must be hard as metal. Especially *pointing to human Lili* that little runt over there.

Human Lili whimpers

Human Korvo: Uh, excuse me? Are you talking about our baby?

Shlorpian Jenny: Yeah, we are! She's cute! Hopefully, she'll grow up to be just like me!

Human Korvo: Oh hell no she will not!

Human Lili: *cries*

Human Terry: Aw dude, now look what you guys did! You made our baby cry!

Shlorpian Bubba guffaws

Shlorpian Bubba: Relax, it’s just family fucked up genes. *to Replicant Sonya* How about some Moonshine, you robin’s egg blue little runt?

Replicant Sonya: PISS OFF!

Human Yumyulack and Human Jesse: *gasp and covers Replicant Sonya’s mouth* Uh heh heh! She was just kidding! Yeah kidding! *laughs nervously* Please don’t hurt us.

Human Korvo sighs in frustration

Human Korvo: Listen pal, I know you’re my nanny’s family but I don’t like the way you are talking to my kids and baby like that! Now apologize immediately!

Shlropian Uncle Randy: Alright, I’m sorry. I’m sorry that you must’ve *points to Human Terry* married a weak wimpy asshole over here.

Human Terry: WHAT?! *growls as his eyes turn orange*

Shlorpian MacCarthy Relatives: *laughs mockingly at Human Terry*

Shlropian Phoebe: *outraged* Guys! That’s my family!

Shlorpian Phoebe's relatives gasp

Shlorpian Randy Jr.: This family is the ones you look after as a nanny? *laughs with the rest of the relatives* Then you must be sorry for having that orange t-shirt loser and his family for making your life miserable.

Shlorpian Phoebe: *enraged* Randy Jr!

Human Korvo: That does it! *puts his hair into a ponytail*

Shlorpian Phoebe: Korv, what are you doing?

Human Korvo goes up the family in tranquil fury.

Human Korvo: That does it! You owe my family and our friends and apology right now!

Shlorpian Bubba: Or what?

Shlorpian Randy Jr.: *referring to Human Terry* You’re gonna let that weak-looking llimpy redheaded wimp over there fight us?

Human Terry: *growls* Shut...shut...

Shlorpian Janice: H’no is Terry okay, y’know?

Human Terry suddenly roars in fury as monstrous fangs suddenly appears in his mouth and his eyes glow orange as he attacks Randy Jr.

Shlorpians: Oh my God! Terry! Terry, what the fuck are you doing?! Have you lost your mind?! Stop it! You’re hurting him!

Human Terry: YOU SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH!

Shlropian Randy Jr. :*screams* GET THIS FUCKING ANIMAL OFF OF ME!

Human Korvo pulls Human Terry off of Randy Jr. and goes to talk with him in private

Human Korvo: Oh my God. *to the Shlorpian MacCarthy relatives* I’m so sorry, let me talk to my hubby in private.

Human Korvo takes Human Terry inside the house

Human Korvo: Terry, what was that all about?

Human Terry: UGH! LEAVE ME ALONE, ALRIGHT?! HE DESERVED IT!

Human Korvo: *concern* Wh-what?

Human Terry storms upstairs as Human Korvo sighs and turns into his Shlorpian form

Korvo: Something is really wrong… *goes upstairs*

Korvo enters the bedroom and gasps to see that everything is a mess and Human Terry is curled up in the corner, mumbling some angry stuff

Korvo: T-Terry?

Human Terry: *growls*

Korvo: You okay, Terry?

Human Terry starts sobbing quietly

Korvo: Terry!

Korvo runs up to his husband and kisses him on the forehead as Terry turns back into a Shlorpian

Terry: *voice breaking* Go away… today was humiliating already…

Korvo: Oh honey...

Terry: *breaks down in tears*

“My Immortal” plays in the background as Korvo consoles Terry.

Korvo: Shhh… shhh… it’s gonna be alright my love.

Terry giggles because Korvo feels warm

Terry: You are very warm honey…

Korvo giggles

Korvo: Thanks. I’m so sorry Phoebe’s relatives made you feel humiliated.

Terry: It's okay. I'm sorry I went crazy...

Korvo: It’s okay Terry. I know you were trying to defend Phoebe, the kids and our friends.

Terry sighs and snuggles with his hubby

Terry: Korvy…. am I strong? And brave? And not weak?

Korvo nods

Korvo: Of course. Don’t listen to them, Terry. You are strong and brave on the inside. That’s what matters, not on the outside. *pulls Terry closer* It’s gonna be okay…. I promise…

Korvo's wings suddenly appear

Terry: *gasp and blushes* Oh my honey…. Your wings.

Korvo is confused but notices his bat wings and giggles. Janiz comes in while uploading something and then gasp upon seeing Korvo with his bat wings.

Janiz: K-Korvo? You have...

Korvo: Yes. I have control now.

Janiz smiles tearfully

Janiz: *hugs her brother* I am so proud of you…

Terry is confused

Terry: Wait. How are you proud of him? Unless…. *realizes something* You’re a Super Shlorpian too, aren’t you Janiz?

Janiz nods as her skin turns black. Then, Janiz’s eyes glow icy pink as she grows bigger and muscular and rips apart her clothes. Then, her wings, that are also colored icy pink appears on her back while her horns appear on her head. Janiz’s teeth becomes monstrous and she grows boobs. Now a Super Shlorpian, Janiz roars.

Terry: Wow...

Super Shlorpian Janiz: Thanks. It’s been running in our family for generations, ever Koran made that blessing when trying to protect his family from bandits and other threats to the village.

Terry: Koran?

Super Shlorpian Janiz: *shows him an ancient artwork* Our ancestor. The first one to become a Super Shlorpian. He became the Super Shlorpian during war time because he needed a way to protect his family and friends. So, he made that blessing. The bloodline has passed onto his Replicants at the age of 13, which is their coming of age, then it passed onto theirs as the years go by… soon will Yumyulack.

Terry gasps

Terry: No way… Yumyulack will soon become a Super Shlorpian?

Korvo sighs

Super Shlorpian Korvo: Yes. It’s about to be Yumyulack’s time soon since he is now already 13-years old. But, I’m afraid we can’t tell him when the time is right.

Terry hugs Korvo who flaps his wings

Terry: Don’t worry honey. We’ll wait to tell the others until it’s the right time.

Korvo smiles. Meanwhile with the others, they watch the Shlorpian MacCarthy relatives doing crazy stuff as they sigh in dismay, except for Shlorpian Randall who is intrigued.

Shlorpian Randall: Wow, those guys are cool!

Shlorpian Phoebe: I am so sorry about my family guys. Ugh, they had no right to treat you guys like shit. Especially you kids.

Human Jesse: Don't worry.

Human Yumyulack: *holding human Lili* It’s okay. Unlike them, you have a big heart, Phoebe. You’re the best nanny we ever had.

Shlorpian Phoebe smiles tearfully

Shlorpian Phoebe: D’aw come here kids. *sighs as she looks at her family* Hopefully, they’ll blow off some steam eventually. Come on guys, let’s go home. *the kids, Shlorpian Phoebe and the Shlorpians, except for Randall walks away* Hey Randall, you coming?

Shlorpian Randall: Huh? Uh yeah, be with you guys in an hour!

After the others left, Shlorpian Randall walks up the Shlorpian MacCarthy relatives and clears his throat.

Shlorpian Randall: Uh excuse me?

Shlorpian Cletus: Hey look guys! It’s one of the Shlorpians y’all. What ya want?

Shlorpian Randall: Hey uh *clears his throat* Ahem. You guys do amazing awesome extreme stuff for a bunch of rednecks. Can I please join you?

The Shlorpian MacCarthy relatives gasped. Then, they get into a group huddle secretly and laughs. They decided to play a prank on Randall. They turn around and looks at Shlorpian Randall.

Shlorpian Joe: Okay, here is what you gotta do. Head into the woods, find a… *looks down at the creature book with a page about the Mundane* Mundane while drinking moonshine and then you’re one of us.

Shlorpian Randall grins in joy.

Shlorpian Randall: Fuck yeah! I will do it! When do we start?!

The scene then cuts to Shlorpian Randall wearing redneck clothes while drinking Moonshine as the Shlorpian MacCarthy relatives snickers quietly.

Shlorpian Uncle Randy: Alright, these woods aren’t that safe. Be careful for wilderness bullshit out there and good luck!

Shlorpian Randall: Fuck yeah! Let’s do this! *heads into the woods after drinking Moonshine* Wish me luck you wonderful fuckers!

The Shlorpian MacCarthy relatives snickers.

Shlorpian Joe: God! This is gonna get so many likes!

Shlorpian Randy Jr.: How is he that dumb?

Two hours later, Shlorpian Randall, who is now covered with sticks, pin needles, mud and sap pants while having a bandage clothe around his arm.

Shlorpian Randall: Okay… I’m lost in the woods… it’s getting dark oh God so fucking hungry. *sees a bunch of berries* Oooh, these berries don’t look poison.

Shlorpian Randall eats the berries but then starts to hallucinate as a weird background appears as he grows amazed.

Shlorpian Randall: Oooooh….. pretty colors.

Shlorpian Randall keeps hallucinating as the background starts doing crazy things, but then suddenly, Shlorpian Randall finds himself near the lake as he screams and falls into the water as the stream starts to carry him.

Shlorpian Randall: Aaah! *gluts and leaps up for air* Oh fuck oh fuck! *glugs and leaps up for air* This is not fucking happening! *suddenly gasp and sees the waterfall* AAAAAAAAAAHHHH!

Shlorpian Randall falls down the waterfall as he screams in horror. Then Shlorpian Randall made it the surface and heads onto land as he sighs in relief. Back with the others, Korvo starts to wonder where Randall is.

Korvo: Where the fuck is Randall?! He’s supposed to be home by now. It’s already getting late!

Terry: I know. I'm really worried.

Shlorpian Phoebe then realizes something as she looks at her relatives and sighs in dismay.

Shlorpian Phoebe: I know where. Come on boys.

After Korvo and Terry turn into their human forms while Janiz carries baby Lili, the four adults head over the Shlorpian MacCarthy family.

Shlorpian Phoebe: *sighs* Uncle Randy, what did you do this time? Where is Randall?!

Shlorpian Randy: We just told him somethin' 'bout a Mundane being in the woods. *laughs* And boy, did the sucker fall for it!

Human Korvo, Human Terry, Shlorpian Phoebe and Janiz: *gasp* WHAT?!

Shlorpian Phoebe: Uncle Randy, have you all lost your mind?!

Shlorpian Randy snorts

Shlorpian Randy: Yeah. That dumbass has been out in the woods for awhile now. Hope we see the look on his face when he comes back. He’s been gone for like two hours.

Shlorpian Phoebe growls

Human Korvo: What?! Are you nuts?! He must’ve gotten lost! What you rednecks done?! He’s gonna go crazy! *calling out for Randall* RANDALL!

Human Terry: RANDALL! COME BACK!

Shlorpian Phoebe: RANDALL!

Terminator: *appearing from the trees; played for laughs* Randall… Randall… I think he’s gone….

Human Korvo, Human Terry, Janiz and Shlorpian Phoebe looks on in worry. Three weeks later, the family and Shlorpians are in the helicopter.

Earth-4 Ranger: I'm afraid he might not have survived, Mr. Opposites. We've been searching these woods for weeks.

Human Korvo: We've got to keep looking. Randall’s got to be out there somewhere.

The helicopter then lands at the ranger center. The scene then cuts to the ranger station where the Human Solars and the Shlorpians are waiting, until the ranger came in.

Ranger: Good news! We found something in the woods. *hands them Randall’s redneck bandana with Shlorpian blood on it*

Shlorpian Phoebe gasps

Shlorpian Phoebe: Oh my God! That must be what Randall was wearing before he got lost in the woods. We’re so fucking close! Come on guys, to the woods!

Later, the Human Solars and the Shlorpians spread out to find Shlorpian Randall

Shlorpian Phoebe: Okay guys! Fan out and find Randall!

All: Randall! Here Randall! Randall, where are you?! H’no Randall where are you Y’know? Here Randall Randall Randall!

Suddenly, Shlorpian Cheery hears something.

Shlorpian Cheery: Guys! I think hear something!

All: Oh god! Really? What is it?! Randall?! That you Randy?

The gang peeks through the bushes, and sees a now feral Shlorpian Randall.

All: Randall!

Shlorpian Phoebe: Oh Randall, thank God! You’re alive!

Suddenly, Randall starts muttering like an animal in fear as the others grow terrified over what has become of their friend.

Human Terry: Oh my God. Randall has become a motherfucking feral beast!

Shlorpian Janice: *gasp* H’no what do we do now Y’know?!

The scene cuts back to the Solars and their friends arriving home with Shlorpian Janice carrying Shlorpian Randall on his leash.

Shlorpian Janice: Okay Randall, here it is. This is your home. This is the couch where you sit. (Shlorpian Randall starts sniffing around the TV) Oh, yes, that's the television. Kids, I think he recognizes the TV. We're all thinking it, and he just does it.

But then Shlorpian Randall goes feral and starts throwing things while screaming in rage as the gang looks on in dismay. Korvo sighs in dismay.

Korvo: Poor Randall…

Terry: Aw man this is gonna be harder than I thought. Okay guys, team huddle. *the gang does a huddle* Okay, each of us will help Randall. We must do whatever it takes to get our friend back! Now let’s do this!

The scene then cuts to the living room where Shlorpian Janice puts in the dvd.

Randall: *on the dvd* Hello, feral Randall. If you're listening to this, you've probably become feral, and you're probably thinking of a nice juicy rabbit right now. (muttering) But this isn't who you really are, Randall. We got to get you back on track. Isn't that right, buddy? Okay, good. So, feral Randall, why don't you put in tape number two and let's get started. Don't listen to that Randall! That Randall is a liar! Run! Be free! They will enslave you! (grunting gibberish)

Human Terry: Oh for God’s sake! Who encouraged Randall to make those tapes?!

Shlorpian Kevin looks away nervously. The scene the cuts to Shlorpian Jamie about to turn on a record with Shlorpian Randall staring at it.

Shlorpian Jamie: All right, now, I've been trying to figure out something we can do together, and I think I've found it. We're gonna sing a song. Now, I'll start, and when I point to you, you'll sing your part. Ready?

Shlorpian Jamie then plays “Carry on Wayward Son”. Shlorpian Randall seems like he is gonna sing, but then he screams in rage and smashes the record with a huge wooden stick.

Shlorpian Jamie: Yeesh. I thought he liked that song…

Later that night, while the family were sleeping. Korvo hears a loud noise. He then heads outside and turns on his flashlight only for him to scream in horror upon seeing Shlorpian Randall eating garbage like a raccoon.

Korvo: RANDALL! SHOO! GET OUT OF HERE!

Korvo then notices his old pink nightgown

Korvo: Okay, who throw out my old nightgown?

Shlorpian Cooke: My God, you like 34 or something! Accept it!

Korvo sighs. The next morning, Shlorpian Kevin and his family, Shlorpian Cheery, Shlorpian Naomi and Shlorpian Alice came by.

Shlorpian Cheery: Hey guys. Is Randall getting any better?

Terry: *snapping* WHAT DO YOU THINK?!

Shlorpian Cheery: *taken back* Sorry.

Korvo puts a hand on Terry’s shoulder.

Korvo: Terry…

Terry sighs

Terry: I’m sorry. I’m just a little frustrated. This is all Phoebe’s relatives’ fault. I don’t even know why they would sent Randall out in the woods for a fucking Mundane.

Janiz gasps at the mention of the Mundane

Janiz: Did you just said Mundane?

Terry: Yeah? Why?

Janiz: Terry, *gets out her book and shows the gang the page* Terry, that beast is one of the most overwhelming and dangerous creature of all time. The first one to become who the one who is ridiculed all the time because an acient. Koran saved him after he tried to end his life but what he didn’t know that it caused monstrous side effects.

Terry gasps

Terry: Oh my God… that poor Shlorpian… he deserved better…

Korvo weeps

Terry: Oh Korvy. Why are you crying?

Korvo: That poor Shlorpian. He’s been through so much.

Terry: Yeah. I know…

Janiz: I agree…

Terry looks at the page and puts a hand on it as he slides on the picture of the Mundane in a empathy tone and sighs.

Shlorpian Frankie: What about Randall?

Korvo: *sighs* I’m sorry guys… we’ve done everything we could.

Terry: We're gonna have to return him to the wild.

Shlorpian Janice gasp in distraught, but then suddenly gets an idea as she looks at the woods and looks at Shlorpian Randall as she gets an idea smile. The scene cuts to the woods where Shlorpian Janice holds Shlorpian Randall and prepare to take off the leash while showing an encouraging smile.

Shlorpian Janice: H’no Randall, we all love you very much. *smiles* but we all think this is where you finally belong. And where you’ll be happy. Y’know. H’no So, *takes off the color off of Shlorpian Randall* you’re free my love. Whatever adventures you lie ahead of you, know that your friends and family will always be with you in your heart. Now go. Go on. Be free Y’know.

Just then, Shlorpian Janice gives Shlorpian Randall a kiss on the forehead. Then, when Randall starts to walk, he turns around and looks at Shlorpian Janice as he suddenly struggles to talk.

Shlorpian Randall: J-Jan…

Shlorpian Janice: *gasp in joy*

Shlorpian Randall: J-Janice.

Shlorpian Janice: H'no, Randall, y'know?

Shlorpian Randall: *finally regaining his sanity* Janice!

Shlorpian Janice: HONEY!

Shlorpian Janice in tears of joy embraces her boyfriend in a kiss while the others get overjoyed by this moment.

All: Randall! *put their arms all around Randall*

Human Korvo: It’s good to have you back Randall!

Shlorpian Randall: Good to be back!

Later at home, the gang are at Phoebe’s relatives place where Uncle Randy decided to apologize as sighs in dismay.

Shlorpian Uncle Randy: I’m really really sorry about the whole mess. We were wrong to prank friend into going after a monster and turn him into an animal. So I was thinking we could call it, squaresies?

Shlorpian Phoebe: *sighs* Alright. Come on guys, let’s head home.

Human Terry gives Phoebe's family the "I'm watching you" gesture. The gang walks back home as the Shlorpian MacCarthy family looks on. Later that evening, Terry is looking at the Mundane book sadly while Korvo comes in.

Korvo: Terry?

Terry: Hey dear.

Korvo: What's wrong?

Terry: *sighs* Why do I feel empathy for the Mundane?

Korvo: It's kind of a weird feeling, huh? Wanna do some stargazing?

Terry: Oh sure.

The alien husbands lay down on the roof

Korvo: The stars sure are beautiful tonight.

Terry: They'll never be as beautiful as you, Korvy.

Korvo: *blushes* Thank you, darling.

The two alien husbands kiss while moaning lovingly

Terry: *moans lovingly but then starts to feel tired*

Korvo: You tired?

Terry: Mmm-hmm.

Korvo: *chuckles* Come on my love… let’s head to bed… *picks up Terry as they head into their bedroom*

The scene cuts to Yumyulack and Jesse asleep. Korvo and Terry are suddenly heard moaning.

Yumyulack: Oh God! *heads back to sleep while covering his ears*

Jesse: Ugh! Not again! *covers her ears with pillows.

Replicant Sonya: *moans as she covers her ears with her pillows*

Terry: *offscreen* Oh fuck yes, Korvy! More! Oooh!

The scene then cuts to Terry getting close to cumming

Super Shlorpian Korvo: Oh yes! *moans lovingly* Don’t stop now! I feel it getting close! *moans*

Terry: Fuck fuck fuck!

The two husbands moan in ecstasy as they cummed and snuggle close as they kiss on the lips. Super Shlorpian Korvo giggles.

Super Shlorpian Korvo: Nighty night my love… *falls asleep as Terry smiles and kisses him on the forehead*

Terry: Good night…

The two husband sleep as Super Shlorpian Korvo turns back to normal

Korvo: *snoring peacefully*

Terry smiles

Terry: I love you… *heads back to sleep but then starts whimpering in his sleep*

Terry then starts to have the same orange vision again as he began weeping softly in his sleep as his husband holds him in his sleep. Terry calms down.

Terry: *in his thoughts* What is happening to me?

THE END

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Chapter 9

You had been in bed for exactly 36 hours, your room was dark with fresh daylight seeping through what little gaps had been moved in the curtains by the open window. The only contact you had with the rest of the world was the occasional cup of tea your aunt brought you which you didn’t really drink. You awoke to the frantic buzzing of the twelve messages and three miss calls from louise.

“Answer the call or I'll break your door down.” huh she’s outside, if you left it long enough she would go away and so you planned to.

“Louise darling it's so good to see you, y/n is up in her room.” for god sake why did Mrs hudson have to be such a people pleaser. The door almost burst off its hinges as louise stood in the doorway waving her phone around

“Two days I was trying to call you, thanks for letting me know you’re not dead.” she walked over to your window.

“No, no, no wait-!” too late she opened the curtains letting the light flood into the room “Argh, what the hell lou?”

“We’re going out, the wedding is in 10 days and I know you’re not prepared but first you need to take a shower, jesus.” she pulled the covers you had hidden your face with and dragged you out of bed.

You came out of the shower and threw on the first outfit that looked presentable and walked into the living room to find Sherlock scrunched up onto the sofa, knees tucked into his chest shouting at the TV.

You are not the father!

“Noooo! Of course he isn’t the father, look at the turn ups of his jeans!”

You turned to john and pointed in confusion

“Don’t ask, he’s waiting on some lab results.” he slapped the paper down and went into the kitchen.

“I see your hibernation period is over.” Sherlock kept his eyes on the tv.

“It was tiring, you dont get alot of sleep tied to a chair.” you replied, still holding some annoyance from his indecisive entrance he made that day.

“I never had an issue.” he replied smugly

“What?” you asked

“If you want to know, read john's blog, not much of a page turner really.”

“So you took another case already?” you begin to pry, you figured he would have been obsessing over Moriarty for the next few months.

“As best man I've been given the task of providing the uncultured nature of a stag do and I've asked Molly to help find a suitable level of alcohol to consume whilst also providing the correct level of intoxication, urine breaks and what some may call ’fun’.” he took a breath and did the same irritating smile he did when he made something sound more overly complicated than it should have been.

“Oh joy for john.” you replied sarcastically

“Precisely.” he turned back to the television, sipping his tea. “So are you going?”

“Where?”

“The wedding, are you going?” he asked

“Of course I am, I'm the maid of honour, I have to be there.”

“No sex though.” louise interrupted

“What?!” you both reply suddenly, turning to her confused.

“Bridesmaids and groomsmen sleep together on the wedding night, it's a tradition.” she winks at you to which you return a death stare. Sherlocks brow raised as he took a second look at you

“No thankyou.” you quickly add putting an end to his curiosity

“I don't do physical contact, I avoid verbal contact with the boring person as much as I can. Which reminds you, shouldn't you be going louise?”

“Sherlock!” you snap

“It's fine, at least people actually want to be around me.” she smirked as sherlocks smile dropped as he watched you and Louise scurry down the stairs with hysterical laughter.

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“What do you think of these?” you say pulling a pair of plain heels from the rack.

“Are you actually trying not to be noticed?” louise huffed snatching them out your hands

“Why are you obsessed with me looking good?” you moaned trailing your hands along your bag

“Because Sherlock is head over heels for you but has some weird morals about not being in a relationship.” she sighed, handing you a ridiculously high heel. You pinch your brow and sigh

“Definitely not those i don’t even like heels, and anyways just because he’s so called ‘head over heels’ doesn’t mean i want anything to do with him.” you say sarcastically

“Y/n are you kidding me? You’ve been obsessed with this guy since he moved in. then you slept with him and all of a sudden you’re not interested. What's wrong? Oh god, does he have a small dick?” she began to snigger

“No, it's better than average.” you smirked before shaking your head “what i mean is he’s dangerous I got kidnapped remember.” you slump onto the stool and try on the shoes louise threw at you.

“Oh yeah that, how are you feeling? I heard he faked his death.” she sat next to you and watched you admire the shoes in the mirror.

“I don’t know really, he had cameras in my house, he kept me tied to a chair for 3 days, but only hurt me in front of sherlock. He was strange. And then when I needed him, Sherlock didn’t save me and now knowing that Moriarty is still out there I'm just so, so scared.” you begin to sob as Louise wrapped herself tightly around you.

“It’s okay, you’re safe now. I think you just need to get really drunk. And I have to say those shoes look amazing.”

“They do,” you sniff, chuckling through your tears as you looked at them in the mirror.

You paid for the shoes and promptly headed to the nearest bar ordering cocktails where you spent the rest of the day laughing and joking, ensuring you didn’t get drunk so you could at least find a way home. The walk home was quicker than anticipated or at least it felt like it. You weren't really sure who put you in the taxi and once you got to the door, you noticed a woman who stood patiently clutching her purse as she leant on the wall.

“Is this um Sherlock Holmes' apartment?” she asked as you placed your key in the door missing the keyhole the first few tries.

“Um yes, this is his establishment.” you smile, with one eye blinking before the other. “Follow me and I shall see if he is around.” you open the door and stumble slightly.

“God not another one.” your aunt turned off the vacuum and helped remove your coat.

“Auntie, this is Mrs. Client, she is a Sherlock looking for a case.” you say climbing up the stairs “Wait here sir.” you say to the woman who waited at the bottom of the stairs. You open the living room door to find John and Sherlock sitting opposite each other with post-its stuck to their foreheads.

“Ah, y/n. Help me, I think John is lying. Am i.” he paused to blink “am i the current king of england?” he sat back waiting for you answer.

“W-we don’t have a king do we?”

“Don’t we?” Sherlock sniggered and you lost your train of thought as you pulled up a chair to join their game. “Okay John, your turn.”

“Am I a woman?” He stared at Sherlock intensely and took a sip from his glass. You looked around and took the glass from Sherlock's hand and took a swig and slid it neatly back into his hand.

“Thank you for the refill y/n. Yes you are a woman.” he sniggered

“Am I ... pretty?” John asked.

“I think you’re pretty.” you smiled giving a thumbs up.

“Why thank you, John bowed.”

“No, no. Err ... Er, beauty is a construct based entirely on childhood impressions, influences and role models.” Sherlock interrupted.

“But am i… a pretty lady?”

Sherlock leant forward staring at John's forehead “I don’t know who you are. I don’t know who you’re supposed to be.”

“But you picked the name!” john exclaimed

“I picked at random from one of y/n’s magazines.” Sherlock flailed his arm over his head, you laughed at his state as your eyes began to feel heavy.

“You’re not really getting the hang of this game, are you, Sherlock?”

“So I am human, I’m not as tall as people think I am …” he sat back in his chair “I’m-I’m nice-ish …” he thought for a moment and laughed “Got it”

“Go on then.” john laughed

“I’m you aren’t I?” he looked so proud of his deduction as he pointed at john but you and john just laughed at his decision.. Your laughter was interrupted by Mrs hudson appearing at the door with the woman you had abandoned at the bottom of the stairs.

“Ah sherlock, i brought madam case.” you hiccupped pulling his hand to stand him up, so you could clear the living room giving her some space to sit.

“Uhm my name is Tessa, which one is Sherlock?”

John's arm began slowly creeping up accompanied by a whistle as he pointed to Sherlock who smiled.

“Please , sit this is gonna be amazing.” you pushed the woman to her seat and sat on the floor with your legs crossed leant against the door.

“Please go ahead.” Sherlock smiled

“I don’t ... a lot ... I mean, I don’t ... date all that much ... and ... he seemed ... nice, you know?” she cautiously began explaining, watching confused as john's eyes began to slowly slide down. You turned to Sherlock whose eyes were locked on you smiling widely when he saw you notice him forcing you to give him a little wave to focus on Tessa. John smiled at the lady seemingly struggling to keep his eyes open. “We seemed to automatically connect. We had one night – dinner, such an interesting conversation. It was ... lovely. To be honest, I’d love to have gone further ... but I thought, ‘No, this is special. Let’s take it slowly ...exchange numbers.’ He said he’d get in touch and then …” she looked down sadly “Maybe he wasn’t quite as keen as I was ...but I – I just thought …”she began to cry “at least he’d call to say that we were finished.” to your surprise, Sherlock's face filled with sympathy as the woman wiped her eyes, that was until he turned away gagging at his own actions.

Drunk Sherlock was, human?

“Y’know what, screw him girl.” You walked over slapping your hand onto her back before falling to the ground “whoa are you okay?” you ask, trying to steady yourself.

“I went round there, to his flat. No trace of him. Mr Holmes …” the woman still sobbed as Sherlock watched on, smiling as his eyes began to close. “I honestly think I had dinner ... with a ghost.!” Sherlock slumped and snored softly whilst John's head lowered as he slept. “Mr Holmes?” Tessa asked, looking down at you who also had fallen asleep “With a ghost, Mr Holmes!” she shouted startling Sherlock as he tumbled off the sofa.

“Boring, boring, boring – no!” he forced himself up “fascinating, John, John woke up. “Apologies about my, you know ... thing.” he nudged you with his foot, waking you up “rude, rude!”

“Hey, I'm not a detective, leave me alone.” you whine at Sherlock and slumped onto the sofa beginning to fall asleep again.

“I checked with the landlord, and the man who lived there died. Heart attack. And there we are, having dinner one week on. And I found this thing online, sort of chatroom thing” she handed a print out to sherlock “for girls who think they’re dating men from the spirit world.” Sherlock grabbed it and paced slightly wobbling as he stopped.

“Don’t worry. I’ll find him in ten minutes. What's your dog's name? John? John wake up!” he nudged John sharply which jolted him awake. “We’re meant to” he clicked his fingers “The game’s uhh something.”

“On” John yawned, Tessa smiled as she followed them out of the apartment leaving you softly sleeping off your drunken haze.

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“Y/n? y/n dear wake up.” you opened your eyes to find your aunt leaning over you with tea in hand, you groaned and instantly felt the headache accompanied by the strong urge to throw up anything that had entered your system last night, you rushed into the bathroom with your head over the toilet bowl. “Dear me, what did you get up to last night.” Mrs Hudsond came in and handed you a glass of water.

“Louise and I had some drinks and then after that I- i don’t know”you sat back taking small sips from your water when your phone began to ring. “H-hello?”

“Y/n, it's Greg just letting you know our wild stags are on their way back from the station.” he amused voice crackled through the busy noise of the station through your speaker.

“What are you on about? What stags?” you were so confused

“Sherlock and john may have been how can i say it, um apprehended last night for breaking and entering.” he laughed

“Ugh i’m too hungover for this, thanks for letting me know.” you hung up the phone ignoring his laughing when sherlock appeared in the doorway of the bathroom, he looked fine, like he hadn’t been drinking at all last night.

“I need to take a shower.” he stood confused over you

“Ugh just go upstairs and use my bathroom, this toilet is in use.” you gagged again throwing up even more

“But this is my bathroom.” Sherlock argued.

“Then shower, then I don't care right now, I'm a little busy.” you shouted leaning back onto the bathtub.

“I- um, i-”

“Just give me a minute” you sighed, stumbling to your feet and smelling the wondrous smell of a fry up being cooked downstairs, ah yes greasy food the perfect remedy for your condition.

“You look wonderful.” john smiled as he plopped a antacid tablet into his water

“How is he okay?” you asked irritated

“This is Sherlock we are talking about.” john adds

“It's just like old times having you here john.” Mrs. Hudson smiles, placing a plate in front of John and you.

“Don’t sound so final about, i will be visiting you know” he says

“Oh I've heard that one before, dear.” She laughed and took a sip of her tea as she watched you demolish your plate, childhood memories of this dish.

“Mm, no, it’s different now, though, isn’t it?” john picked up his cutlery and began cutting his food

“Well, marriage changes everything, John.”

“Does it?” he looked down at the sausage and gulped.

“You might not think it, but it does.” she looked at you and smiled while just lifted the fork to his mouth and hesitated before pushing the plate away from him slightly. “You meet new people ’cause you’re a couple …”

“Mhm.”

“... and then you just ... let your old friends slip away.”

“Yeah but it won't be like that.” he added.

“Sure it won’t.” you laugh switching you plate with his

“Well, if you’ve found the right one – the person that you click with – it’s the best thing in the world.” she smiled

“Well, I have. I know I have.” he smiled

“Oh, I’m sure. She’s lovely! One of you might as well find someone.” she looked over at you disappointedly

“I’m twenty four, give me a break.” you scolded

“Twenty five in a few weeks dear.”

“Did you think you’d found the right one when you married Mr Hudson?” John asked

“No! It was just a whirlwind thing for us. I knew it wouldn’t work, but I just got sort of swept along.” she smiled

“Right” john looked over to you confused and you just shrugged

“And then we moved to Florida. We had a fantastic time, but of course I didn’t know what he was up to.” she whispered “The drugs” she looked over to you

“I’m over that now geeze, no need to be so sensitive about it.”

“Drugs?” john looked confused

“Yup uncle Frank the drug dealer, not everyone is perfect.” you smile

“Take your elbows off the table please.” Mrs hudson corrected your posture “anyways He was running ... um, oh God, what d’you call it? Um”

“A drug cartel.” you smile

“Right” john wasn’t surprised

“And then I found out about all the other women. I didn’t have a clue! So, when he was actually arrested for blowing someone’s head off ...it was quite the relief to be honest”

“Okay..” john still not surprised

“It was purely physical between me and Frank. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other. I know: there was one night …”

“Nope, i’m out” you got up

“Hang was that sherlock i better go check it.” John followed you upstairs to find Sherlock sat in the floor, his chin resting on his hands as usual, surrounded by laptops. You peaked over his shoulder, surprised to see he was talking to, women?

“Is that woman calling you sexy?” You asked confused

“Given the past circumstances I’d say you would agree with the statement y/n.” He turned around with a slight smile at the sight of your unamused face.

“Are you two ever not going to address that?” You turned around to see John stood behind you looking shocked that Sherlock even attempted physical contact.

“Actually we-“

“Nope no, we’re not.” You cut Sherlock off before he could mention how you rejected his offer after nearly three years of basically worshipping him. You left the room leaving Sherlock to explain his master idea to John and retried to your bedroom hoping to sleep off this unruly hangover. Hopefully you would sleep so much you would miss the wedding you so desperately wanted to avoid.

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A/N: all i'm going to say is this chapter is the filler before the best chapters come up, i'm very excited for the next few chapters. let me know if you want to be tagged. Thanks for reading <3

#y/n x sherlock #sherlock x reader #bbc sherlock #benedict cumberbatch x female!reader #sherlockbbc #Spotify

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hitchell-mope · 20 days

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If they had a proper crossover.

Now I know that one of the Treehouse of Horrors had the Simpsons visit the restaurant. But this is what I think should happen if they did a proper crossover like Simpsorama. Also. Heads up. I’m not a fan of Marge or Lisa so watch out for that.

Linda would probably be one Homer’s new best friend and the Darling of Moe’s tavern. And then have to be physically carried to the car in the morning.

Marge would probably make a lifelong enemy of Bob when she tries to offer up suggestions on how to make the restaurant more family friendly.

Tina meets her match in Bart when she offers to babysit. The experience would either make her stronger or break her completely.

Lisa wouldn’t be able to stop herself from criticising Gene’s music and/or eating habits to the point that Louise threatens her life.

Louise Belcher and Maggie Simpson. Partners in crime. Enough said.

Ned would drive Jimmy Pesto to tears with his unrelenting niceness and religiousness. However. Rod and Todd would get on with Jimmy Junior and the twins oddly well.

Zeke would try and get Nelson (and possibly the other three) to change their ways. To varying levels of success. Ie. Not much.

Frond and Skinner would share horror stories about their students.

Calvin and Burns would have a competition to see who was more evil.

Felix would get into debt with Fat Tony and try to sell Calvin’s kidneys on eBay as Slightly Calcified Faberge Eggs. And would be see again for the rest of the episode.

Waylon and Ron would bond over having bosses who don’t appreciate them.

Patty and Selma would find someone they hate more than Homer in Gayle.

Rudy and Milhouse would bond over their asthma.

Somebody (not Louise) unleashes Milly on the Lovejoy’s. The church is never the same again. Some would say for the better. More would say for the worse.

Gloria and Al get kicked out of the Retirement Castle. Much to Linda’s joy and Bob’s horror. Abraham and Jasper will miss them very much.

Clancy and Bosco end up in physical brawl over how to handle a case

Barney, Lenny, Carl and Teddy also get into a fight. But it’s over who’s a better friend.

LaBonz and Hoover disagree over teaching methods.

Ralph gets lost at Wonder Wharf and is rescued by Mickey.

Big Bob gets into a fight with Apu over business practices. Apu wins. Mostly because of the octuplets and Manjula. But Big Bob gave as good as he got.

#bob’s burgers #the simpsons #crossover

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sporadiceagleheart · 3 months

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A Million Dozen Angels in heaven may God may Jesus may Mary may Joseph may Christmas may Halloween may the Macy's thanksgiving day parade may all of it bless thousands Angels in heaven as they rest in peace I know many names of those who passed away Lily, Saffie-Rose Brenda Roussos, Lily Peters, Olivia Pratt Korbel, Elizabeth Shelley, Sara Sharif, Charlotte Figi, Jersey Dianne Bridgeman, Sidra Hassouna, Sloan Mattingly, Audrii Cunningham, Athena Strand, Athena Brownfield, Macie Hill, Emily Grace Jones, Catherine Violet Hubbard, Norah Lee Howard, Ava Jordan Wood, Leiliana Wright, Semina Mary Halliwell, Rachel Joy Scott, Kelly Ann Fleming, Judith Barsi, Maria, Heather Michele O'Rourke, Lucille Ricksen, Judy Garland, Margaret Hamilton, Clara Blandick, Shirley Temple, Baby LeRoy, Baby Peggy Montgomery, Peggy Cartwright, Darla Jean Hood, Jean Darling, Mary Ann Jackson, Dorothy DeBorba, Nelly Tarszis, Betty Vredenburg, Sara Waas, Daniel Livshitz, Sara Livshitz, Margot Betti Frank, Annelies Anne Frank, Hana Brady, Pauline Adelaar, Helena Abram, JonBenèt Ramsey, Destiny Arianna Kay Riekeberg, Makenna Lee Elrod, Eliahna Torres, Nevaeh Bravo, Layla Salazar, Jackie Cazares, Tess Marie Mata, Maite Rodriguez, Alexandria Rubio, Alithia Haven Ramirez, Amerie Jo Garza, Jayce Carmelo Luevanos, Jailah Nicole Silguero, Maranda Gail Mathis, Louis XVII, Lois Janes, Sharon Lee Gallegos, Anna D Crnkovic, Irmgard Christine Winter, Mercedes Losoya, Lucy Morgan, Star Hobson, Emilie Parker, Jack Pinto, Noah Pozner, Avielle Richman, Caroline Previdi, Daniel Barden, Olivia Engel, Olivia Dahl, Josephine Gay, Dylan Hockley, Madeleine Hsu, Cassie Bernall, Charlotte Bacon, Charlotte Louise Dunn, Riley Faith Steep, Lily Rose Diaz, Colby Curtin, Jaquita Mack, Bella Bond, Opal Jennings, Amber Rene Hagerman, Jessica Rekos, Jessica Lunsford, Sandra Cantu, Moa Leontine Björk, Gabriella Green, Henry Boswell, Ava Martin White, Katelyn Nicole Davis, Emily Hope Mason, Karly Sheehan, Hannah Louise Scott, Sophie North, Sophia Acosta, Sophie Quayle, Anna Glinberg, Ilse Haas, Mania Halef, Larisa Ratmanski, Magda Rosenberg, Edith Roseij Beek, Bridgette Andersen, Dominique Ellen Dunne, and more Angels

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ragnarachael · 3 years

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kinktober — day thirteen; edging/orgasm denial + licking with loki

paring: loki x reader

warnings: loki’s a fucking tease. that’s it, that’s the post.

notes: not to just. be all tmi, but between posting scott’s day, and posting this i ended up getting my period. nice to know kinktober can summon something that’s been almost four days late sdfhdfs

ANYWHO! we’re back up to daaate!!! hopefully my cramps won’t be terrible and let me start day 14!

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“Loki,” you whimper, legs tugging at their invisible restraints as Loki’s tongue laps at your clit as if he’s catching dripping ice cream. “Please.”

He’s humming against you for a moment as you cry out, nearing your orgasm before he’s pulling away. “No, darling.”

You’ve been at this for what feels like years—Loki just tracing the length of your pussy with his tongue, edging you closer and closer to your peak only to stop and nuzzle and mark your thighs.

It was annoying, to say the least.

“Please!” You whine, dragging out a few of the syllables to really try and make a point.

But Loki, of course, doesn’t bother to budge as he kisses from your left thigh up to your hip, deciding that part to be marked by his mouth. You’re softly sighing as you feel every second of his lips on the lower half of your body, thankful he’s taken a break after you realize you’re calming down from your delayed orgasm.

“You’re such a cruel bastard,” you breathe, moving a hand to run through Loki’s hair.

“You love it,” he utters against the skin of your hip he’s working into a love bite.

“I do,” you start, gently tugging at some of his hair at the root. “Unfortunately.”

“I believe the word you’re looking for is fortunately,” he quips, lifting his head to finally look at you. “I can easily overstimulate you, if you’d rather that.”

“Nope,” you reply almost immediately. “No. Nope. No thank you, I would rather this—”

Loki’s laughter is enough to sidetrack him and place his head on your tummy, eyes closed in sheer joy.

Even if he’s denying you of an orgasm, fuck is he sweet. And fuck, he’s causing you butterflies just by how real this moment feels. No weird egos like your last ex’s. Just pure intentions, and actions filled with nothing but love.

“I love you,” you finally blurt out, fondly looking down at your lover as he comes down from his laughter. “Even if you’re edging me against my will.”

“It’s not against your will if you’re allowing this to happen!” Loki exclaims, still chuckling. “But, I love you too. Ready to go again?”

“If you promise I’ll cum soon, sure.”

“Oh, darling,” Loki starts, smile curling across his face as he slides back between your legs and lowering his face closer to your cunt. “Where’s the fun in that?”

#tppkinktober2021 #nsft post #nsft text #loki x reader #loki laufeyson x reader #loki odinson x reader #loki smut #loki laufeyson smut #loki odinson smut #marvel smut

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luthienne · 4 years

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Hello honey, i'm Jacqueline.

Do you recommend poets or poems that talk about death, depression or grief and about love too?

I am in love, if I can call him that, with a boy that I met on the internet for more than a year, he lives on the other side of the world and he likes poetry as I do, he is in boarding school studying for a national exam , so my only way of communicating my words to him is through letters in the mail. I send him letters so often and sometimes he manages to secretly answer them because cell phones are banned there. In each letter I enclose korean poems because he is korean and I love korean literature, also poems that I love or see in my career. I have run out of ideas about what poems to send him this time, I don't want to be so obvious with my feelings towards him, I still adore his person, the way he is, I think I'm just a hell of a perfectionist and I'm scared to send him any poem of my liking without having paid total care to his interpretation, I hope can you give me some recommendations .Thanks for reading me.

hi ♡ i’d recommend marina tsvetaeva, anna akhmatova, rainer maria rilke, ada limón, aracelis girmay, alejandra pizarnik, dulce maría loynaz, mary oliver, mahmoud darwish, ilya kaminsky, alice notley, louise glück, emily dickinson, kahlil gibran, adonis, ocean vuong. a few excerpts:

You ask why I’m thinking of death but I’m thinking of you and it’s fleeting.

Alex Dimitrov, from “In the New Century I Gave You My Name,” American Poetry Review (vol. 44, no. 1, January / February 2015)

I know that each one of us travels to love alone, alone to faith and to death. I know it. I’ve tried it. It doesn’t help. Let me come with you.

Yannis Ritsos, from ‘Moonlight Sonata’ (tr. Peter Green, Beverly Bardsley)

To die for love to die of love to die in love to die with love to die over love to die without love to die to love to die in the mine and be a “mine” in the arms of someone’s chest wound, “Here I will die of the above.”

Fanny Howe, from Gone: Poems

“How would you like your death?” “Blue like the stars pouring through the roof.”

Mahmoud Darwish, from “They’d Love to See Me Dead” (tr. Abdullah al-Udhari)

“I don’t know what they are called, the spaces between seconds– but I think of you always in those intervals.”

Salvador Plascencia, The People of Paper

see you soon, my strange joy, my tender night my song, my fairy-tale my soul. my dear happiness, my lovely, my little music, hello, my life, my love, my happiness,

endearments in letters to véra (x)

Velimir Khlebnikov, The Collected Poems & Writings of V. K. “My Darling,”

“If grief can be a doorway to love, then let us all weep for the world we are breaking apart so we can love it back to wholeness again.”

Robin Wall Kimmerer, from Braiding Sweetgrass: Indigenous Wisdom, Scientific Knowledge, and the Teachings of Plants

John Cage to Merce Cunningham, June 29 1943

“When I think of little flowers that grow in grass, and little streams and places where we can lie and look up at the clouds—Oh, I simply ache for them—for them with you.”

Katherine Mansfield, in a letter to J.M. Murry, Feb 20, 1918

“And your letters, your sweet and dear letters—when I read them, I feel like a plant growing in light. And I forget my own shadows.”

Kahlil Gibran, in a letter to Mary Haskell, featured in Beloved Prophet

Once by mistake she tore a map in half. She taped it back, but crookedly. Now all the roads ended in water. There were mountains right next to her hometown. Wouldn’t that be nice if it were true? I’d tear a map and be right next to you.

Naomi Shihab Nye, “Map”

#i'd love to have some korean poetry recs <3 #ask #anon #you can also look through these tags ->#a kind of holiness #where does such tenderness come from #love as the center of everything #a dream ago perhaps

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davidlikesguys02 · 3 years

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On A Very Special Episode...

M/n= Male name

word count= 2,847

GIF not mine also just Imagine that's you and Vision.

You're pacing around the living room rocking Tommy “Sweet, sweet Tommy, don't you wanna sleep? Daddy wants to sleep.” you sigh “if you go to sleep, I promise you will be my favorite twin.” behind you Vision is coming down the stairs “oh, come on now, darling. You know we love them both equally.” “Well, don't tell him that” Vision chuckles. “No luck with Billy”

“Tried reading to him, but for some reason, Charles Darwin’s the descent of man made him crying even harder. Oh. care to dance, darling?” “oh” you both chuckle. “It's almost like we're on a date.” “mm! Keep it down, lads, I was about to get my leg over.” you chuckle. “Vis?” “Hmm” “would you mind grabbing their binkies?” “Oh of course not. Binkies all round, I think” you and Vision set the twins down in their cribs.

Vision walks towards the kitchen “Now, I know parents aren't supposed to take shortcuts, but I think this situation calls for one, don't you?” the babies continue crying “so, go to sleep, my babies.” you move your hand but nothing happens “and go to sleep” you try again. The twins begin giggling “well, I don't think its very funny. Why won't you do what I want?”

“What's that, dear?” the babies start to cry again, you turn to see Vision has the binkies in his ears “that is not where those go” you grab the binkies and clean them “noise cancellation is not their primary function?” you put the binkies on the babies mouth and they stop crying “look, I think it's..” the twins shoot them out and start crying again.

“Vis?” “Mm” “what are we doing wrong?” “Oh don't worry dear.” Vision kisses your forehead “well figure it out. Perhaps we all need more time to get to know one another.” “maybe. Or maybe we just need some help.” the doorbell rings. “Oh” Vision walks over to the sofa and grabs a pillow to cover himself. “Hiya, kids” Agnes entered through the door.

“Oh, Agnes!” “Agnes, I was just fluffing this pillow. With my face” “oh, I was on my way to Jazzercise when i heard your new little bundles of joy were on a sleep strike.” “oh? Who told you that?” Vision asked, “uh, my ears.” Agnes chuckles, “Anyway, Auntie Agnes is here and I've got a couple of tricks up my sleeve?” “oh Agnes you're a lifesaver.” “aw”

“Very well. But be careful of their belly buttons and remember to support their heads, and when was the last time you washed... Actually, you know what? It would be... Just... Maybe we better not.” the babies continue to cry, Agnes turns to you “um...uh… Do you want me to take that again?” you turn to look at Vision and turn back to look at Agnes “uh… I'm sorry?” “You want me to hold the babies. Should we just take it from the top?”

Vision chuckles awkwardly “what?” you chuckle “oh don't be silly. Vision, lets… let's let Agnes give it a try.” you chuckle nervously “fussy babies, meet buns of steel. We dare you to stay awake” Agnes and you both chuckle. “M/n” Vision motions for you to follow him “what was that about?” “what was what?” “what was what? That, that with Agnes just now.” you turn to look at Agnes and see that she's rocking the twins

“Well, I think she just got confused for a moment. She seems fine now.” you turn back to look at Vision “but what she said, the way she looked at you?” “how did she look at me?” “well, I dint… oh.” you turn back to look at Agnes she was spraying something over the twins “Lavender. It's supposed to have a calming effect. Ralph sprays it on me every night. But there's no taming this tiger..” she chuckles “it's so strange”

You start to whisper “that's not fair. It's not Agnes fault that she has an unusually high libido” “M/n did you really not see what I saw?” there's a thud behind you two “oh. Don't mind me. I'm just looking for your dark liquor.” “what?” “not for me. For the twins. What kind of babysitter do you think I am? I'm just gonna go and check in there”

You turn to Vision “Vision, the boys haven't slept in days. You and I both need a break and Agnes is just being neighborly, that's all.” the twin’s stopped crying “do you hear that?” “hear that?” “absolutely nothing” you gasp, Vision takes your hand and you two walk over to the cribs, “they finally fell asleep” “they're empty” “then where are the twins” “dad?, daddy?” you gasp “huh”

Agnes sighs “kids” she chuckles “you can't control em. No matter how hard you try” “well, hi” “hi” both you and Vision say “how are you doing, baby?” “aw”

You wander the world with a vision Of what life could be But then the years come and teach you To just wait and see Forces may try to pull us apart But nothing can phase me If you're in my heart Crossing our fingers, singing a song We're making it up as we go along Through the highs and the lows We'll be right, we'll be wrong We're making it up as we go along And there will be days We won't know which way to go But we'll take it higher You're all I desire When the going gets tough When push comes to shove We're making it up 'Cause we got love We got love We got love We got love Baby, we got... M/nVision

You walk around your house looking for Tommy and Billy. “Tommy, Billy?” you walk through the door and see Tommy and Billy standing in the kitchen “you know, I don't miss the crying, but jeez Louise, did you have to learn to walk? You two never stay put. Unless you're innocently forming a human wall in front of the kitchen sink.” someone sneezes “bless you” “Thank you” both Tommy and Billy say.

There's a soft bark “now tell me which one of you just barked? Scoot'' you gasp “oh, boy. waiter , what's this canine doing in my kitchen sink?” you turn to look at the twins “the doggy paddle?” “Can we keep him, daddy?” “Well, I'm sure his owners miss him very much. Come on.” you grab a towel and grab the dog and start to dry them “huh. There really is no collar?” “Can we keep him?”

“He was outside. Crying, alone.” “Now, boys, taking care of a living thing is a big responsibility. Dogs need food, exercise, training, belly rubs, and cuddles. And kisses between their little ears.” “morning, M/n. morning, boys.” you show Vision the dog “Good morning, unfamiliar wet animal.” you chuckle “who is this?” “we're not quite sure. Why so formal, honey?”

“Oh, it's just a precaution really. I had a hunch someone might pop over.” the back door opens and Agnes walks through “hi, kiddos” “with exactly the item we require” “my kitchen window told me someone got a new pooch.” the dog starts barking “did you name him yet?” the dog starts sniffing an outlet “how about sniffy” “oh” Agnes chuckles. Sparks start to come from the outlet causing the dog to yelp and run away. “How about sparky?”

You chuckle and hold out your hand “well, should we make it official?” you move your hand and a dog collar appears tommy takes the collar from you. “M/n” “hmm” “Agnes was right there!” “Well, she didn't notice. She didn't even notice when the boys went from babies to five-year-old's” “that's not what we agreed upon. You made no effort to conceal your abilities.”

“Well, I'm tired of hiding, Vis. and maybe you don't have to either.” you take your hand and start to crease his cheek “M/n, we are usually so much of the same mind. But right now… what aren't you telling me?” “so, is sparky our dog, daddy?” Tommy asks Vision “what?” Sparky starts to whimper.

“Boys, your father and I don't think you're ready to properly care for an animal until you're at least…” you turn to Vision “Ten” he coughs “Ten” “ten years old” you show them 10 fingers. The twins look at each other and smile “wait, now hang on there a minute…” “wait, no, no, no.” “...you young whippersnappers.” “no, no, no” you gasp as the twins age up. “Lets just hope this dog stays the same size.” Agnes chuckles “woof, woof”

You're in the living room with Tommy sitting next to you on the sofa “sit, Sparky. Now spin. Good boy” “oh bravo, Billy you weren't so bad either, Sparky” you and Tommy both clap “that's was radical. Where's dad? We gotta go show dad!” Tommy got up and walked towards the kitchen Billy followed behind him. “Oh, hes… hes at work” “huh?” “It's Saturday” the twins turn to look at you “no, it's not. It's Monday” “this morning was Saturday.”

“There was an emergency at the office and your father had to go in. end of story. look , he just… he needed a distraction.” “from what?” “from us?” “no! No way! No” you get up from the sofa and walk over to them “sometimes” you start to walk them over to the sofa so you can sit “your dad and I aren't on the same page, but that's just temporary. Like the two of you, you might fight over toys, but he's always going to be your brother. And he is always going to be yours. Because family is forever.”

“Do you have a brother dad?” “I do. Yeah he's far away from here. And it makes me sad sometimes.” Sparky begins to bark and he runs toward the door. “Hey , sparky, what's up boy?” sparky begins to growl “something scaring him” “stay here” you tell the twins and walk outside. You see a drone and you can hear a voice “M/n this is captain Monica Rambeau. Can you hear me? I just want to talk. That's it.” you look up at the drone and your eyes begin to glow red.

You use your powers to take the drone down and you grab it and start walking towards the outskirts of Westview. You can see the force field you put around the town and start to walk through it. You come out on the other side to see a camp of some sorts. “Is this yours?” you throw the drone at Haywards feet, you can still see your powers covering the drone. They have men and women armed around pointing their guns at you.

“The missile was just a precaution. You can hardly blame us. M/n” “oh, I think I can. This will be your only warning. Stay out of my home.” “I wish it could be that simple. You've taken an entire town hostage.” “Well, I'm not the one with the guns, Director.” “but you are the one in control.” “you're still here?” you start to see the red ball of energy around your hand.

“M/n, I didn't know the drones were armed. But you know that, don't you?” she begins to walk towards you “A town full of civilians. And you, a telepath, brought a S.W.O.R.D. Agent into your home. You trusted me to help deliver your babies. On some level, M/n, you know I am an ally. I wanna help you.” “how? What could you possibly have to offer me?”

“What do you want?” “I have what I want and no one” you look at Hayward “will ever take it from me again” you raise your arm and see the familiar red glow around the armed men. They all turn their guns at Hayward and you start to walk away. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa stand down!” “M/n” “Stand down”

you use your powers to change the force field you put around making it glow red you turn around one last time and walk through again.

“Sparky! Come on boy!” “sparky, sparky” you're walking around with the twins looking for sparky. “hey , what's the trouble little dudes?” “we can't find our dog” “ah, don't worry. He's sure to turn up. Your dad wont let him get far. Sir.” “I don't know where he could've gone” you tell the twins “here, boy, Sparky! Sparky!” you hear some rustling near some bushes “Sparky”

Agnes pops up holding something that appears to be wrapped “sparky”. Agnes sighs “I… I didn't wanna come until id wrapped him up.” “What happened to him?” you ask “found him in my azalea bushes. Don't know how many leaves he ate. I didn’t find him until it was too late. Oh…. Tommy. Billy, I'm so sorry.” you turn to look at the twins and see them looking at each other and nodding.

“Wait. Don't. Don’t” they look at you “don't what?” “don't age yourselves up. The urge to run from this feeling is powerful. I know.” “It's too sad” “you can fix anything, Dad. fix the dead.” “what? no” “you can do that?” you turn to look at Agnes and turn back to the twins “I am trying to tell you that there are rules in life, okay? We can't rush aging just because it's convenient.” you chuckle “And we can't reverse death. No matter how sad it makes us. Okay? Some things are forever.”

You can hear Agnes sigh behind you “you said family is forever.” “He is family. Bring him back, dad” “bring who back?” Vision looks over at Agnes “oh, boys. Come here” the twins walk over and hug Vision. Later you are picking up some toys and you turn to see Vision walk through the back door. “How are the boys?”

“A little heartbroken, but they'll be alright” “well, it's not often you get a dog and bury them the same day.” “Well, life moves pretty fast out in the suburbs.” you grab the basket of toys and take it over to the counter “I spoke with Norm” “Oh?” you look over at him confused. “I unearthed the man's suppressed personality and spoke to him free of your oversight. He was in pain, M/n”

“Vision…” you chuckle softly “listen, can we just…” “what? Watch tv? Turn in for the night so you can change everything over again? No, M/n. you can't control me the way you do to them” you look at him “Can’t I? I'm going to bed” “no! We're not done here. What is the Maximoff Anomaly?”

“The what?” “I have to believe that this, whatever this is, was subconsciousness at first and you only recently became aware of it.” “aware of what?” you walk out of the kitchen “Norm has a family, M/n” “he has a family, and he can't reach them because you won't let him reach them!” “I don't know what you're talking about” you turn to look at him. “Stop lying to me!” Vision begins to float.

The familiar red glow around your hand appears and you begin to float in front of him “This, all of this is for us. So let me handle it.” “What is outside of Westview?” “you don't wanna know, i promise you.” “you don't get to make that choice for me M/n” he points at you “you've never talked to me like this before” you start to slowly fall back to the ground.

“Before what?” Vision raises his Voice “before what? I can't remember my life before Westview. I don't know who I am! I'm scared!” you look up at him “you are my husband, you are Tommy and Billy’s father. Isn't that enough.” Vision slowly comes down “M/n, why are there no other children in Westview.” you walk over to the sofa and sit down “oh, god. There are just stop it.”

“No. no. the playground stands empty every morning I walk to work. Why? Tell me why?” “ Do you really think that I am controlling everything? That I am somehow in charge of everybody in Westview? I'm walking their dogs, mowing their lawns, getting them to dentist appointments on time? I mean, I…” you chuckle dryly ”I don't know how any of this started in the first place.”

“M/n, what you're doing here, it's wrong” he walks around and kneels in front of you “I…” “It's wrong” the doorbell rings, getting the attention of you and Vision “I didn't do that. I… you don't believe me.” “M/n, i want to, but at this point, I'm ignoring statistics entirely.” the doorbell rings a second time you get up and walk over to the door. You open the door, and are shocked “M/n who is this?”

“Long lost bro gets to squeeze his stinking brother to death or what?” “Pietro?” he nods, he opens his arms and you and hug him “who's the popsicle?” he points and Vision.

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all-my-love-for-harry · 4 years

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Delicate. — Part 1.

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a/n: Here we are fam, i gotta be honest with y’all, this is heavily inspired in the fact that i watched Miss Americana twice this month, what resulted in me going through my taylor swfit phase again. Pls bare with me, i haven’t written anything like this before.

catch up here!

They said artists become what they are because deep down they are as insecure if not more than normal people. Because they craved constant validation in what they do.

At least it was the case for Y/n.

A girl who has built an entire system around being accepted by the public, someone who their major source of happiness is provided by strangers all around the world. When you are living from the approval of strangers and that is where you drive all your joy and fulfillment, one bad thing can cause everything to go down. Y/n has spent her whole life trying to please the world so they would like her, so what she has achieved over the years would last.

When the world turned their back on her, Y/n had no choice but to disappear, because she thought that was what everyone wanted. Even then, she made her choices around what she thought would make them happy.

Y/n knew she could not hide forever, but for now, it was a necessary evil she had to take. Deciding to take a break from everything was the healthiest decision she has ever made, shutting down her social media, getting out of the city and going back home with her family was exactly what she needed.

"Mom was sad she couldn't pick you up from the airport."

Seventeen-year-old Jensen, whose driving license was still new and fresh, was the one who picked Y/n up when her flight landed. In complete honesty, she did not like using a private plane, but she could not risk someone seeing where she was going. Jensen was good at driving, well, he has not crashed into a tree yet, so they were safe.

"She would've brought Chase and scare Pandora and Lizzie."

Jensen chuckled. "She's obsessed with him. I haven't started college yet and she's already thinking about turning my room into Chase's."

Her parents’ house was a gated property away from others since it was safer that way. Y/n would not stay there the whole time since she had her own apartment a little closer to town. Her luggage, as well as her cats, were picked up separately and taken to her home, she would go there after lunch with her family. Jensen parked next to a black range rover that belonged to their dad, meaning both of their parents were home.

Y/n threw her backpack over her shoulder as she stepped out of the car, eager to finally reunite with her family, especially her mother. She is in desperate need of a tight hug, a mug of hot chocolate and a shoulder to cry on. Y/n did not realize how mentally drained she was until she saw her mother open the front door.

"My baby!" Louise exclaimed, embracing her daughter in a tight hug. "How was the flight?"

"It was fine. I'm starving though."

They walked into the living room and Louise closed the door behind them. Y/n dropped her backpack on one of the couches and sighed in relief. “Where’s dad?” Jensen went straight to the kitchen and opened the fridge.

“Get the white wine.” Y/n told him.

“It’s too early to drink that.” Louise took the bottle from Jensen’s hands and put it back in the fridge. “Dad’s outside. We bought some roses that will look beautiful by the pool.”

“You’re buying a lot of plants lately.” Y/n pointed a big vase full of daisies, her mom’s favorites, on the kitchen’s island.

“I like supporting local business.” She shrugged.

“That and she’s obsessed with the owner of the flower shop.” Jensen chuckled, cracking open a water bottle.

“Hey! That’s not true.”

“Mom, you there like… every day. Who needs new flowers every day?”

“Shush.” The elder woman faked offense then gigged. “Handsome young man, he is. I’ll take you tomorrow.” She turned to Y/n.

“Oh, no, mom. I’m going to lock myself in my apartment and try to write.” She said, making Louise scoff. “I’m serious!”

“I know you are. But living like a hermit is not going to do you any good.”

“I agree, sis.”

Y/n rolled her eyes, knowing they were right as always but did not want to admit it. The truth was, she wanted to write some songs, so badly, but could not find the right words. She was hoping to get some peace and quiet to get her ideas and emotions in order again. Before any of them could say anything else, David entered the kitchen while taking off his gardening gloves and smiled widely when he spotted Y/n.

“And who do we have here?”

“Hi, dad.” Y/n smiled at him brightly before wrapping her arms around her dad, who hugged her back just as tight.

“Good to have you home, darling.”

The family of four sat on the kitchen island and started to catch up. Jensen talked about his different college options and how he was considering getting a summer job this year. Louise kept talking about how nice the owner of this flower shop was, making emphasis on how he was also single. Y/n didn’t know what she was trying to do, but she didn’t pay much attention either.

Overall it was nice for Y/n to get out of her head for a little bit, and her family was always a great help for that. She knew she still had a lot to deal with, and she would probably get a call from her publicist and a lot of other people soon, but for now, she just wanted to think about anything else that wasn't the whole world hating on her.

"How are you doing, Y/n? Be honest." Her mom asked after they stayed alone in the kitchen.

"Been better." She sighed. "I don't want to think about it, mom."

"You have to talk to someone, sweetie. I know your team cares for you and is trying to handle the situation, but you can still talk to me."

"I know, thank you. I'm just trying to figure it what I'm going to do."

Louise sighed. "You sure you don't want to stay here? You have your room and everything."

"Thanks for the offer, mom. But I sort of want to be on my own." She said. "But I'll come for lunch every day, I promise."

Although Louise wasn't convinced by her daughter's words, she chose to not push it. She knew Y/n had her own ways to express her feelings, and she'd talk whenever she felt like it. So she let her go, making her promise she'd come to visit soon.

"Do you need a ride? I'm going to town anyway." Jensen offered, taking the keys of his car from the little plate they kept on the table beside the front door.

"Yes, please."

The drive to her apartment wasn't a long one, and in less than ten minutes she was opening her front door and being greeted by her two beautiful cats rubbing themselves on her legs. Y/n sighed, thinking about how much she needed to unpack now that she was here. The truth was, she didn't know for how long she'd be staying here, but she figured it'd be a long time so she packed a lot. Now she kind of regretted it because she would probably be in her pajamas all day anyway.

After cleaning Pandora and Lizzie's sandbox, Y/n decided to grab an acoustic guitar and try to come up with some melodies. She wasn't quite sure about any lyrics yet, but it was always good to have a little something to start a song.

She went from playing the guitar to play the piano, hoping she'd get more inspirations somewhere. But she had nothing. Not even one decent note. She was empty.

"Don't pretend is... mhmm. Think about the... No." She groaned and slammed the palm of her hands on the keyboard, growing frustrated. Why all of a sudden she couldn't even rhyme? Maybe she needed a break, or perhaps she was tired from her flight and tomorrow she'd be able to write something.

Turns out her writer's block was here to stay. A week has passed since her arrival and Y/n hasn't been able to finish one single song. Everything she started ended up being erased or in the middle of her living room after the ripped the page off her journal.

"I told you, you shouldn't hurry. Inspiration will come eventually, it always does."

"I guess. I just have nothing else to do other than play scrabble with you and write songs, or at least try to."

"Let me take out then." Louise started and Y/n shakes her head. "C'mon, let's eat somewhere or buy groceries and I'll cock at your place." Y/n looked at her mom and realized she wouldn't stop until she accepted, so Y/n offered Louise a nod. "Marvelous. There's this little café that I absolutely love. You'll love the owner."

"What is it with you and the owners of local shops?"

"They're my friends. Oh! We could drop by Blossom House. You could use some flowers around your house so it would look like somebody actually lives there."

"Stop dragging me, woman."

Louise drove them to this café called Furry Cakes, which turned out to be a cat café. Y/n obviously lost it as soon as they walked in, and nearly cried when she saw all the kittens, and absolutely shed a tear when the girl behind the register said every kitty except for one named Chaster was up for adoption. She felt like a little girl all over again when her mom told her she couldn't take every single kitty home.

Y/n was wearing a hoodie that was twice her size, plus some big sunglasses she refused to take off, even inside of the café. She was praying she wouldn't get recognized as she knew people were dying for a picture of her, see how she was after the entire world canceled her.

"We'll leave the car parked here, the flower shop is just around the corner." Louise pulled from Y/n's hand to make her walk faster. There weren't a lot of people on the streets and she was grateful for that, she hasn't gotten a proper walk in what felt like ages.

They stopped outside a modern-looking building with a big, bright sign that read 'The Blossom House'. It was simple yet cute. The pair stepped in and a little bell ringed. Y/n looked around, admiring how everything looked like it was straight out of a fairytale. There were little pots hanging from the ceiling and she looked up, she saw the ceiling was pure glass, which made the whole place brighter. Flowers weren't really her thing as she could barely keep them alive, but seeing this amount of flowers all in the same place... made her somewhat happy and warm inside.

She was so deep in thought she didn't even realize her mom left her and was nowhere to be found. It doesn't look like it from outside, but the shop was actually big and very spacious. It was also empty right now, not even an employee was around, so she decided to have a look on her own. It looked like they had all kinds of flowers in here, which made her even more excited because that meant they had-

"Azaleas? They're also my favorites." A deep voice interrupted her thoughts. She jumped on her place as she wasn't expecting it, which made the person behind her chuckle. "I didn't mean to scare you, sorry."

"It's okay..." She turned around and it was fair to say that was she saw stunned her right away.

In front of her, a gorgeous looking man was standing there with a bright smile on his face. She noticed the two dimples poking at each side of his face, making his smile even more beautiful. His emerald green eyes were the greenest eyes she has ever seen in her life, she believed. He had crinkles by his eyes due to his smile being wide. But to her, the icing of the cake was the beautiful mop of chocolate curls he had on the top of his head. She suddenly felt the insane urge to run her hands through it just to see if they were as soft as they looked.

"Harry, darling!" Louise appeared out of nowhere and wrapped her arms around the man, who only chuckled while reciprocating the greeting.

"Hello, Louise. What's it gonna be today? Tulips? More daisies?" Oh God, he's British. Y/n thought to herself.

"Gosh, you know me so well. I'm actually here just to look around, I see you found my daughter though." She smirked.

"I surely did. I'm Harry, nice to meet you, love." He offered her a hand for her to shake.

Y/n was a little surprised by the pet name but took his hand nonetheless. "I'm Y/n, nice to meet you too."

"I want her to get some plants for her house." Louise spoke again.

"Well, you're in the right place then." He said. "Do you want them for your garden?"

"No, uhm... I don't have one. I live in an apartment."

"Personally, my favorite to keep indoors are Begonias." Harry guided the two women to a different section of the flower shop and pointed to some pretty ones in pink color. "But I also enjoy Daylilies, although they're a little harder to maintain."

"Yeah, maybe not those then. I'm not very good at keeping plants alive."

"She killed a cactus once." Louise mentioned.

"No way."

"I didn't know they'd drown if I watered them more than once a week!" Y/n defended herself.

"Amateur mistake." He joked.

The truth was Y/n was too busy to have a garden, she was always traveling and didn't stay too long in one place so even if she tries to have one, it'd be dead by the end of the month.

"What plants are cat friendly? I have two at home."

"Bromeliads are cat friendly, they're easy to maintain too."

They looked around for a little bit. Harry said a fun fact about every type of flower Y/n pointed out, never failing to make her laugh. The funny thing was, it didn't look like Harry knew who she was. Either he hasn't recognized her, or he didn't know about her. Which by the way, not to be a narcissist, would be highly unlikely.

She ended up taking a couple of new plants home, starting to grow excited about them. It was true, her apartment could use a little more life to it, and now she was sure her new plants would do that for her. Harry was wrapping everything for them while he stood behind the counter.

"Oh, here. This one's on the house." Harry handed her a pot with some beautiful blue Azaleas. She took them with a growing blush on her face, a blush that went deeper when their hands brushed with each other. "Try to not kill them though." He teased.

Y/n rolled her eyes as her mom chuckled behind her. "I'll report their aliveness back to you, you'll see."

"You better. Have a nice day, ladies. I'm guessing I'll see you around, Y/n?"

"Sure, I'm uh... I'm living here right now."

Harry smiled at them one last time before they exited the shop. After the door closed behind them, Louise turned to Y/n. "He likes you."

"Don't be ridiculous."

"What do you say if we invite him for dinner sometime?"

"Like, at your house?" She asked surprised.

"Yeah, why not?"

"I have to keep a low profile, mother. For all I know he could be tweeting about I just exited his shop."

"Don't let the paranoia ruin the possibility of forming new friendships... or more." Louise sent her a wink.

"Okay, that's enough."

Y/n brushed her off, trying not to think much about it. A new friendship sounded impossible at this point of her life, let alone pursuing a new relationship with someone. She had made up her mind, she was better off being alone.

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Staff Favorites: Classic Picks

In honor of Book Lovers Day on Tuesday, August 9th, this week’s recommendations will feature staff favorites here at the Rock Island Public Library!

To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee

Shoot all the bluejays you want, if you can hit 'em, but remember it's a sin to kill a mockingbird.

A lawyer's advice to his children as he defends the real mockingbird of Harper Lee's classic novel - a black man charged with the rape of a white girl. Through the young eyes of Scout and Jem Finch, Harper Lee explores the irrationality of adult attitudes to race and class in the Deep South of the thirties. The conscience of a town steeped in prejudice, violence and hypocrisy is pricked by the stamina of one man's struggle for justice. But the weight of history will only tolerate so much.

Little Women by Louisa May Alcott

Little Women is one of the best loved books of all time. Lovely Meg, talented Jo, frail Beth, spoiled Amy: these are hard lessons of poverty and of growing up in New England during the Civil War. Through their dreams, plays, pranks, letters, illnesses, and courtships, women of all ages have become a part of this remarkable family and have felt the deep sadness when Meg leaves the circle of sisters to be married at the end of Part I.

Part II, chronicles Meg's joys and mishaps as a young wife and mother, Jo's struggle to become a writer, Beth's tragedy, and Amy's artistic pursuits and unexpected romance. Based on Louise May Alcott's childhood, this lively portrait of nineteenth-century family life possesses a lasting vitality that has endeared it to generations of readers.

Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen

Since its immediate success in 1813, Pride and Prejudice has remained one of the most popular novels in the English language. Jane Austen called this brilliant work "her own darling child" and its vivacious heroine, Elizabeth Bennet, "as delightful a creature as ever appeared in print." The romantic clash between the opinionated Elizabeth and her proud beau, Mr. Darcy, is a splendid performance of civilized sparring. And Jane Austen's radiant wit sparkles as her characters dance a delicate quadrille of flirtation and intrigue, making this book the most superb comedy of manners of Regency England.

Frankenstein by Mary Shelley

At once a Gothic thriller, a passionate romance, and a cautionary tale about the dangers of science, Frankenstein tells the story of committed science student Victor Frankenstein. Obsessed with discovering the cause of generation and life and bestowing animation upon lifeless matter, Frankenstein assembles a human being from stolen body parts but; upon bringing it to life, he recoils in horror at the creature's hideousness. Tormented by isolation and loneliness, the once-innocent creature turns to evil and unleashes a campaign of murderous revenge against his creator, Frankenstein.

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ruknowhere · 2 years

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Touch Me

Summer is late, my heart.

Words plucked out of the air

some forty years ago

when I was wild with love

and torn almost in two

scatter like leaves this night

of whistling wind and rain.

It is my heart that’s late,

it is my song that’s flown.

Outdoors all afternoon

under a gunmetal sky

staking my garden down,

I kneeled to the crickets trilling

underfoot as if about

to burst from their crusty shells;

and like a child again

marveled to hear so clear

and brave a music pour

from such a small machine.

What makes the engine go?

Desire, desire, desire.

The longing for the dance

stirs in the buried life.

One season only,

and it’s done.

So let the battered old willow

thrash against the windowpanes

and the house timbers creak.

Darling, do you remember

the man you married? Touch me,

remind me who I am.

–Stanley Kunitz

An Adventure

It came to me one night as I was falling asleep

that I had finished with those amorous adventures

to which I had long been a slave. Finished with love?

my heart murmured. To which I responded that many profound

discoveries

awaited us, hoping, at the same time, I would not be asked

to name them. For I could not name them. But the belief that they

existed–

surely this counted for something?

The next night brought the same thought,

this time concerning poetry, and in the nights that followed

various other passions and sensations were, in the same way,

set aside forever, and each night my heart

protested its future, like a small child being deprived of a favorite toy.

But these farewells, I said, are the way of things.

And once more I alluded to the vast territory

opening to us with each valediction. And with that phrase I became

a glorious knight riding into the setting sun, and my heart

became the steed underneath me.

I was, you will understand, entering the kingdom of death,

though why this landscape was so conventional

I could not say. Here, too, the days were very long

while the years were very short. The sun sank over the far mountain.

The stars shone, the moon waxed and waned. Soon

faces from the past appeared to me:

my mother and father, my infant sister; they had not, it seemed,

finished what they had to say, though now

I could hear them because my heart was still.

At this point, I attained the precipice

but the trail did not, I saw, descend on the other side;

rather, having flattened out, it continued at this altitude

as far as the eye could see, though gradually

the mountain that supported it completely dissolved

so that I found myself riding steadily through the air–

All around, the dead were cheering me on, the joy of finding them

obliterated by the task of responding to them–

As we had all been flesh together,

now we were mist.

As we had been before objects with shadows,

now we were substance without form, like evaporated chemicals.

Neigh, neigh, said my heart,

or perhaps nay, nay–it was hard to know.

Here the vision ended. I was in my bed, the morning sun

contentedly rising, the feather comforter

mounded in white drifts over my lower body.

You had been with me–

there was a dent in the second pillowcase.

We had escaped from death–

or was this the view from the precipice?

–Louise Glück, from Faithful and Virtuous Night (Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 2014)

Little Things

After she’s gone to camp, in the early

evening I clear our girl’s breakfast dishes

from the rosewood table, and find a dinky

crystallized pool of maple syrup, the

grains standing there, round, in the night, I

rub it with my fingertip

as if I could read it, this raised dot of

amber sugar, and this time,

when I think of my father, I wonder why

I think of my father, of the Vulcan blood-red

glass in his hand, or his black hair gleaming like a

broken-open coal. I think I learned to

love the little things about him

because of all the big things

I could not love, no one could, it would be wrong to.

So when I fix on this image of resin

or sweep together with the heel of my hand a

pile of my son’s sunburn peels like

insect wings, where I peeled his back the night before camp,

I am doing something I learned early to do, I am

paying attention to small beauties,

whatever I have–as if it were our duty to

find things to love, to bind ourselves to this world.

–Sharon Olds, from The Gold Cell (Alfred A. Knopf, 1987)

Around Us

We need some pines to assuage the darkness

when it blankets the mind,

we need a silvery stream that banks as smoothly

as a plane’s wing, and a worn bed of

needles to pad the rumble that fills the mind,

and a blur or two of a wild thing

that sees and is not seen. We need these things

between appointments, after work,

and, if we keep them, then someone someday,

lying down after a walk

and supper, with the fire hole wet down,

the whole night sky set at a particular

time, without numbers or hours, will cause

a little sound of thanks—a zipper or a snap—

to close round the moment and the thought

of whatever good we did.

—Marvin Bell

Uphill

Does the road wind up-hill all the way?

Yes, to the very end.

Will the day’s journey take the whole long day?

From morn to night, my friend.

But is there for the night a resting-place?

A roof for when the slow dark hours begin.

May not the darkness hide it from my face?

You cannot miss that inn.

Shall I meet other wayfarers at night?

Those who have gone before.

Then must I knock, or call when just in sight?

They will not keep you standing at that door.

Shall I find comfort, travel-sore and weak?

Of labour you shall find the sum.

Will there be beds for me and all who seek?

Yea, beds for all who come.

-Christina Rossetti (1830-1894)

A Green Cornfield

The earth was green, the sky was blue:

I saw and heard one sunny morn

A skylark hang between the two,

A singing speck above the corn;

A stage below, in gay accord,

White butterflies danced on the wing,

And still the singing skylark soared,

And silent sank and soared to sing.

The cornfield stretched a tender green

To right and left beside my walks;

I knew he had a nest unseen

Somewhere among the million stalks.

And as I paused to hear his song

While swift the sunny moments slid,

Perhaps his mate sat listening long,

And listened longer than I did.

-Christina Rossetti

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