#dolor pais

[sjkfdn]

mira la familia que rompiste elon musk

[thetaxicabber]

Another new art for my Fic Voyagers of Time and Shadow

Here’s an excerpt of this scene 📚

-Sebastian sighs heavily and pulls his hand from his robes. He holds it out to her, extending it. Evie stands and takes it, expecting him to take her somewhere. Sebastian only shakes his head and turns his hand up so it’s closer to her face. She realizes then that he's showing her his hand not giving it to her.

A little gasp escapes her lips as she takes in the skin on the back of his hand. There are words carved into the flesh, red words where it's scabbed over. The wound is raised and when she runs her fingers over it she can feel the definition of the words. The words read ‘I will show respect.’ Evelyn’s stomach twists violently. He’s been permanently scarred by whatever this is.

“Seb…” she whispers, her voice filled with concern and sadness.

“I didn’t want to tell you,” he mutters quietly and Evelyn fumbles for a wiggenweld from her bag. She carefully pours the potion across his irritated skin. She hopes it will soothe it because it must be quite painful for him. Once she’s applied the potion she kisses the palm of his hand tenderly. “This is the first time that the words didn’t fade after I wrote them," he informs her quietly.

“This is how detention is served in this time?” Evie feels herself getting angry. How is this allowed? Has Sebastian been suffering every night? She didn’t even notice. She feels terribly guilty. She's a terrible friend....terrible girlfriend.

“No,” he shakes his head, pulling his hand back from her grip and runs his fingers through his hair. “Potter told me this isn’t normal. He’s…actually not a bad bloke. But Evie, this Umbridge is the worst witch I’ve ever come across. Worse than the Ashwinders. She’s using a cursed quill to do this!”

“We can’t let her get away with this!” Evie exclaims. How dare this woman harm Sebastian? How dare she mark him in this way!

“What choice do we have?” Sebastian sighs and his anger fades. He looks suddenly so tired. “We can’t do anything, Evie. We just need to find a way to get home…”

Evelyn is unable to temper the anger that’s burning through her. “I don’t bloody care about that! I care about you! She hurt you! We can’t let this stand. I can’t!” Evie feels her power thrumming in her veins. Her fists are clenched at her sides. She itches to make Umbridge suffer…suffer like she has inflicted on the poachers she battled. The darkness within her rises, beckoned forth by her rage.

Sebastian takes a step backwards, away from her. “Evie…your eyes. They’re glowing…red.”

This amazing art by @giselsann-opencommissions I'm so excited to continue getting art for this series! If you've read it let me know which scenes you'd like to see! :)

[yellow-yarrow]

a Dora/Harry fanmix, but with more focus on Harry's deification of Dora, blurring Dolores and Dora together, with references to disco and wider lore etc + I made a cover image for it

[vagorecuerdo]

"El gato se enamoró tanto que negoció sus siete vidas por una sola con ella."

[doloresdisparue]

vladimir nabokov didnt spend years riding school busses, hanging out at malls listening to kids talk, pretending to place daughters he didnt have at schools and studying teen magazines for you to claim dolores doesnt have a real presence in lolita. learn to read.

[lilietsblog]

I read in a post you made that Dolores is the closest parallel to Bruno or something like that and as a fellow patrician whose favorite blorbos are those two I would like to know more about this

"It's a heavy lift with a gift so humbling, always sent Abuela and the family fumbling, grappling with prophecies they couldn't understand - do you understand?"

Dolores is the only person during the Bruno song who actually explains things from Bruno's point of view... immediately after saying she grew up to fear him muttering and mumbling. The only person in this family whose we don't talk about Bruno is not about disliking him or convicning themselves they dislike him so they don't miss him, it's about fear.

Their gifts are similar in that they are information gathering gifts - and the thing Dolores learned from Bruno is that people do not always want to know, and that you can and will be under attack for saying true things people don't want to hear. Note how Dolores's part of the song includes tiptoeing around and "tss" "tss". Dolores's gift is about hearing things, but her usage of her gift is very much about not saying things. She doesn't approach Mariano until Isabel has very thoroughly broken up with him, she DOESN'T TELL ANYONE ABOUT BRUNO.

("Hey, I knew he never left, I heard him every day!")

Bruno decides, after seeing Mirabel's prophecy, that silence is a virtue, and that is the lesson Dolores very much inherits from him. She's the person who knows secrets, who knows his secrets. And she follows his decision to not tell.

It's a heavy lift with a gift so humbling,

(A lot of the plot is moved forward by Dolores's strategic decisions to tell people things at key moments, starting with / foreshadowed by her answering the children's question about Mirabel's gift)

[thekimspoblog]

Whenever an anti-choicer starts citing the bible as evidence, I'm like "Ok we're done here". I tried to use persuasive rhetoric but I guess we're doing things the hard way.

[ferrettaur]

whats up with insurance anyway like. why do they deny a perscription of 90 doses but are completely fine with 3x30 doses

[adribosch-fan]

Vivió el “lado B” de irse del país y se volvió experta: del “duelo migratorio” a los dolores que más se ocultan

Natalia Tabak era psicóloga y tenía su consultorio cuando se fue a vivir primero a China por el trabajo de su pareja. Estaba muy entusiasmada en el “antes” pero chocó contra la realidad cuando empezó a sentir soledad, tristeza e incluso culpa. La experiencia la atravesó tanto que ahora se dedica a acompañar emocionalmente a expatriados PorGisele Sousa Dias Natalia vivió tres años y medio en…

[sintanto-blablabla]

Yo prefiero antes la herida que la piel.

[lilietsblog]

But do you think Bruno said it like a random remark. Do you think he didn't glower and loom over people with all his malnoushed shortie body and say random shit in the most ominous voice possible just because he could and maybe she WILL move her goldfish if he says it like that. Do you think he did not want everyone to believe every single word out of his mouth is a prophecy let's be real here

I feel like the villagers in Encanto overreacted to things they saw as prophecies that really weren't intended to be prophecising. "Your fish is going to die" when you put a goldfish in a tiny bubble aquarium is more of a remark/warning than a prophecy and they could put it somewhere else. "You're going to grow a beer belly" is also more of a rude remark but it is also under the villager's control and people comment rudely on other people's eating and drinking habits all the time without it being prophecies. I felt like he made random comments about random things that got interpreted as prophecies because of his gift. None of the things mentioned in the song counted as predicting the future in my opinion, just villagers overreacting to random (albeit sometimes rude) remarks. The only actual prophecy was the one about Mirabel and even then, her choices still ultimately influenced her future despite the prophecy.

Everyone is SUCH a dick to this poor rat man

[raventreehall]

a storm of swords dash simulator

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i don't want to reveal too much but i had a really great day today hawking and riding and received some really exciting news (and maybe a potential marriage offer!) wow wow wow!!! haven't felt like this in so long 🥰

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i'm so happy for you my jonquil

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thanks for sharing my lady

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PISSED OFF AT MY BF RN 🤬🤬🤬 NEVER TRUST A SOUTHERNER AND ESPECIALLY NEVER TRUST A CROW!!!!!!!

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by the law of the dothraki she must return to vaes dothrak to take her place alongside the crones of the dosh khaleen. it is known.

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shut up and go sack a defenseless city or something

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hey do you guys remember when theon greyjoy took winterfell last year and killed the stark boys? has anyone heard anything else about that? feel like it kind of just disappeared from the news cycle, what happened to greyjoy?

🪓cerwynnation Follow

lord bolton's bastard killed him

🍁weirwoodzz Follow

oh really? wow. kind of extreme but deserved i guess

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Ramsay isn't a bastard, King Joffrey legitimized him two months ago and Lord Roose is going to make him castellan of the Dreadfort soon. He loves his son and trusts his abilities. Plus, Ramsay is being awarded for his efforts in saving Winterfell and putting a stop to the ironborn raids in the North by being betrothed to Arya Stark—would a bastard be granted that honor? I don't think so.

Also, Theon isn't dead, Ramsay is (rightfully) flaying him for his crimes in the dungeons beneath the Dreadfort. Gods, I'd love to see Ramsay thrust the knife under his skin!!!!! 😜

#ramsay bolton #house bolton #our blades are sharp #theon greyjoy

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i'm boutta come into thome real money real thoon 😈 💎💎💎💎💯

🏰freygirl73 Follow

ughhhh my sister is getting married tmrw and my brothers keep going on about getting revenge on king robb while he's here for the feast... like i just wanted some food :/// iswtg that's the only good thing about my siblings weddings and now they're saying there won't even be any and i'm gonna have to go into hiding before the bedding ceremony or something. why can't my family just be NORMAL

🐟greenfork Follow

TW: Red Wedding, death, violence

A masterpost on what happened at the Twins and what it means for the Northern independence cause, the War of the Five Kings, and the realm in general.

Also a bunch of links on how you can help people affected in the Riverlands.

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HELL YEAH BROTHER 🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀

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why are there so many crabs on my dash rn

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TYWIN LANNISTER IS DEAD 🦀🦀🦀🦀

💙cassssanna Follow

actually i think it's still for king joffrey

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lol i thought it was for robb stark

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maybe it's for the mountain?

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DOLOROUS EDD LORD COMMANDER 300 AC

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DOLOROUS EDD WILL LEAD US TO VICTORY AGAINST THE OTHERS

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mother have mercy i was walking by the great sept of baelor (i wanted to pay my respects to our blessed king joffrey) but i was blocked by a knight of the kingsguard—i believe it was one of the kettleblacks, unfortunately i always forget which one has been elevated to the kingsguard—because the queen was keeping vigil over her son, so i prayed outside instead. yet only a few minutes passed when i swear i saw the kingslayer arrive (he seemed to be missing a hand!) and enter. then, and this is the most disturbing part, i swear to the father that i heard noises of fornication coming from inside! i know for a fact that the only other person inside was the queen mother. could the rumors be true? i feel dirty even writing this. i wonder if i should tell my septon.

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stannis has literally been telling y'all and you didn't listen 🙄

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is it just me or is lady stoneheart kinda 👀

[kleinv01]

How the LI's texts you :

Yael:

proper capitalization, barely shorten words ( unless he's very busy as he types ), same goes with typos. he also uses autocorrect, but somehow it never really does his messages dirty.

uses emotes like :) :D :9 , or just the basic keyboard emotes.

has been told he types like an old man, so he's trying to change that ( although he's kind of clueless as to how he can do so. )

always tells you what he'll be up to if he's gonna be busy for days end and unable to text you.

(texting you): "Hey [name]! I saw this on my way back home, and it reminded me of you. Maybe you'd be interested in checking it out sometime :)" [ picture attached ]

(texting his family groupchat): "Totally could make it this weekend to see Elysia and Yves as always! I love you all a lot ❤️"

(texting his coworker): "How much was my order from last night's hangout? I feel bad, I want to pay it now. :'D"

Klein:

uses kaomojis a LOT

very expressive and cheerful tone

would spam you a bunch of barely coherent messages just to get your attention

very very fast replies . you're still typing and he's already very eagerly waiting for a text back

his eyes are always on that phone and also you

(texting you): "How was your day, darling? I missed youuuuuuuuuu( • ̀ω•́ )✧" "Tell me all about it <33333333333333333"

" ╭ ◜◝ ͡ ◝ ͡ ◜◝ ╮ ♡ ∧＿∧ ＿∧ ♡ ♡ (๑･ω･)ω<๑) ♡ ♡ /⌒ づ⊂⌒ヽ ♡ 　 ╰ ͜ ͜ ͜ ͜ ╯ O o ° 〃∩∧＿∧ ♡ ⊂⌒（ '·ω·）♡ ｀ヽ_っ＿/￣￣￣/ 　 　 ＼/＿＿＿/ Thinking about you right now 🥺🥺 "

"I see you're feeling down right now!! I'm cheering on you always, darling !! ♡⸜(˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)⸝♡ And if I need to beat smeone up... just tell me" "Oh I'm jk !! XDD I love you darling🩵🩵Mwah"

Al:

surprisingly, types like a normal person ( he could barely speak in person but he makes up for it in texts )

sounds disenterested ( unintentional ) and awfully cold sometimes

still doesn't say much and feels awkward

don't expect fast replies from him... who knows what he's up to...

types in lowercases

(texting office group chat) : "hello everyone. a message from mr. dolores. a meeting will take place after today's lunch break, that is 2PM sharp. he expects everyone to be ready by then. thank you"

(texting mr dolores) : "i suppose i could try that drink... thank you, sir."

(texting a random delivery guy that delivered his package, in a hurry) : "i received it alright. althuough i could appreciate it if you placed it right at my doorstep next delivery.thankyouy"

[ladykailitha]

A Love For Christmas Part 1

Hello, it's December so that means Christmas!! For the next four weeks, I'm going to be posting two chapters a day until the Sunday before Christmas. And if it stays the eight chapters I'm planning it should be all out on time. (fingers crossed, it is going smoothly soo...)

Summary: Steve is a business man charged with planning his dad's company Christmas party. Christmas has never been a good day for him, so he's a bit of Scrooge as far as the holiday is concerned. So when he meets tree farmer Eddie Munson, the man decided to show Steve what Christmas means. And maybe with a little Christmas magic Steve will find more than just a love for the holiday, he'll find love for Christmas too.

~

On October 31st, I gathered my best elves and explained my problem.

Dear elves, it has come to my attention in the light of recent events Christmas cheer is down nearly a thousand percent. There aren’t that many of us, so Mrs. Claus and I have come to the conclusion that we should send out ambassadors to places that need it the most. You don’t have to turn the whole town, just one person. Because that one person will have a ripple effect that will spread to others.

These are the list of places we think you’ll do the most good:

I listed off all the towns and I turn to the last elf in the line.

“I have something special in mind for you.”

“Me?” the elf squeaked.

“Yes, I’m sending you to Hawkins, Indiana. I think you’ll do well there.”

“Am I being punished?”

I let out a jolly laugh.

“No little one, not everyone is fit for every job. This is to see what you can do and if this doesn’t work out. We’ll find something else.”

~

It wasn’t that Steve hated his job. No, of course not. He hated that his boss was his dad and everyone shunned him for it. Even though he had gone to school for it same as they had, but nope. Just because he was the boss’s son, it was nepotism. He hated the long hours. He hated the way they were only surface level do-gooders. Paying only lip service to causes like cancer research, the environment, and the queer community, all the while the bosses lined their pockets with bigger and bigger bonuses, while his coworkers and his, yes his, wages stagnated.

But most of all he hated the way the company did Christmas. All talk about food banks and giving to the poor, while throwing lavish parties and big giveaways to the employees.

So no, he didn’t hate his job. He just hated everything about it.

“Steven!” Mr. Harrington boomed, throwing open the door to his office. “I’m going to need you to throw the Christmas party this year. Dolores is out with COVID again and won’t be able to set everything up.”

Steve bit back a groan of annoyance. He sucked at planning.

But before he could launch a protest that sure she could do it from home or find someone else to do it, Mr. Harrington’s phone rang out loudly in the room.

Mr. Harrington held up a finger to shush him while he checked his message.

“Well, damn,” he grunted. “I’m going to have to find a new secratary. That was her husband. Her funeral is on Saturday at 10am. I’m sure you’ll do great.”

He wandered off muttering to himself, wondering if he could get a hot blond this time and whether or Steve’s mother would even notice.

Steve buried his face in his hands and let out a muffled scream. He pinched himself and even picked up a paper to see if he could read it. But alas, he was not dreaming. This wasn’t a nightmare.

He was in actual fucking hell.

~

“Steven!” Mr. Harrington bellowed, storming into his apartment two days later. “One of the IT guys, Milton, Morris or something–”

“Mitch?” Steve asked with a raised eyebrow.

Mr. Harrington snapped his fingers. “That’s the one! He managed to get into Delores’s computer and get a list of the vendors and things for the Christmas party. I had him email it to you.”

Steve wandered over to his phone and picked it up. Sure enough there was a very detailed list of everything from decorators and caterers, to budgets for each. It was very well organized.

“Yeah, everything looks good,” he murmured and set his phone back down. He pulled out a vest and suit coat and began putting them on.

“Just one small change,” Mr. Harrington said. “The board wants three of those ‘rent a tree’ deals instead of one big one.”

Steve frowned. “A what now?”

“It’s very eco-friendly,” Mr. Harrington said. “Basically you rent the tree and then give it back for them to be used again the next year, then after they reach a certain height the get planted in the forest.”

“Okay.” Steve wasn’t sure there was anything else he could say to that.

Mr. Harrington blinked at him. “Where are you going so dressed up on a Saturday? You got a meeting I didn’t see on your schedule?”

“I’m going to the funeral, Dad.”

“Whose funeral?” Mr. Harrington asked, his brow wrinkling in confusion, bordering on anger.

Steve paused in pursuit of his nicer dress shoes and turned to him slowly as if he was trying not spoke a predator into attacking.

“Dolores Gardener, your former secretary,” he said just as slow as he turned. Part of him wanted to hold his hands up in a show of submission, but he wasn’t sure how well he would react to that.

Then Mr. Harrington’s face cleared. “Oh, so you drew the short straw. You poor bastard. I already sent them flowers so don’t bother on that front. You mother is demanding your presence at dinner tomorrow. Seven o’clock, sharp. You know how she gets when you’re late.”

He left as loudly as he came, and Steve sat down hard on the bed. He buried his head in his hands. This was going to be a long winter.

~

Steve supposed that the best part about doing the Christmas party was that he was not only given a blank check for all this shit, but that he had been given the time off needed to get it all done.

He didn’t have to show up in the office for anything until the 24th, unless he needed a signature for anything.

He started his hunt for the trees first, mainly because the place the board wanted to use closed up two years ago and they had only picked the first name that came up on a Google search.

He found a rent-a-tree place in nearby Hawkins and decided to take a look.

Steve got into the back seat of his father’s company car and tapped on the roof, to let the drive know he was in and ready to go.

“This seems like quite a distance to get a Christmas tree,” Murray, the driver said, looking at Steve in the rear view mirror.

Steve let out a long sigh. “Yeah, but it’s what Dad wants...”

“And whatever Clint Harrington wants, he gets,” Murray agreed, resigned and pulled into traffic.

They passed in silence as Steve looked up Hawkins. He found out that the town were really big on Christmas each year. Complete with a Christmas village, Santa reigning supreme on a red velvet throne; an ice skating rink set up in the middle of town, though you could ice skate on either of the nearby lakes as well; ice sculpting contests; huge hills for sledding; sleigh rides. Like the whole town transformed into the North Pole from Nov. 1st to Dec. 31st. Two whole months of Christmas.

Steve thought that would have been his own personal hell.

He tossed his phone on the seat next to him and looked back up at Murray. “Oh, I meant to ask, did you get that dog you were looking at?”

Murray’s eyes lit up. “I did.” And began to tell Steve all about the mad cap adventures of Scamp, the corgi.

Finally they were pulling up to the tree farm. In bright festive letters were the words Munson’s Nursery and Tree Farm.

Steve stepped out of the car and looked around. There were so many trees of various types of fir and suddenly he was instantly overwhelmed. He started wandering around and soon he was lost. Not just his direction but what he was supposed to be looking for. He felt like Charles Brown. Like he was going to pick the wrong tree and Christmas was going to be ruin.

His eyes started welling up and he just wanted to go home. He turned around suddenly and bumped into someone who had been coming up behind him.

“Shit!” the man cried out as Steve yelled, “Sorry!”

Then the man’s arms came up to steady him. “Hey are you okay?”

“No,” Steve said with the shake of his head. “I’m supposed to get three trees for the company Christmas party and the person who usually does it, passed away recently and my dad picked me to her place but I’m so overwhelmed!”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” the man murmured, rubbing Steve’s arms slowly. “Take a deep breath there, sweetheart. You’re hyperventilating.”

Steve took a deep breath and then another until he could see straight. And in the light falling snow the man in front of him cast an ethereal figure. He had long dark curls and dimpled grin and the biggest brown eyes Steve had even seen.

“There you are,” the man said gently. “I’m Eddie. My uncle runs the nursery, so lets find him and we can talk about what you need and for how long, okay?”

Steve took another deep breath and nodded. “Thank you. I’m Steve.”

“Come follow me, Stevie,” Eddie said cheerfully.

He turned a corner and spotted a volunteer. “Hey, Robbie, did you see which direction Uncle Wayne went?”

She peered around the area and then pointed. “Last I saw him he was in the Douglas firs with Mrs. Click.”

Eddie grimaced. “I wonder if she’ll trying grade him for his ‘knowledge’ of trees.” He shook his head and bid Steve to follow him.

They turned a couple of corners and there was a nice older man with thinning hair and a soft smile talking with what Steve assumed was pickled lemon come to life. Everything about her was pinched and yellow. And angry.

Very, very angry.

“Uncle Wayne!” Eddie said cheerfully. “I have a doosey for ya. This gentleman needs three trees for his work. I’ll take over for you if you want to help him out?”

Wayne smiled that same crinkle-eyed, dimple smile his nephew had and turned to Steve. “First time buy a live tree?”

“First time buying any tree,” Steve admitted dryly. “Not much of a Christmas person really.”

Eddie whipped around. “How can you not love Christmas?” he said, scandalized, holding his heart in his hands. “It’s only the most magical day of the year!”

“Young man, are you going to help me or not?” Mrs. Click hissed. “I’m looking for a Douglas fir and these aren’t Douglas firs!”

Wayne led Steve away as Eddie looked around himself in confusion. “Ma’am, these are Douglas firs. Maybe describe what you’re looking for and we see if we have it...”

Steve turned to Wayne. “Is he going to be okay with her? She reminds me of my mom and not in a good way.”

Wayne threw his head back and laughed. “He’ll be fine. He’ll play dumb until either they figure out what she wants or she goes elsewhere. Happens every year.”

Steve looked behind him, worriedly, but followed Wayne to a nice little hut in the center of the maze of trees. Wayne unlocked the door and sat him down.

“All right,” Wayne said sliding over an info-graphic that had roughly a dozen or so different trees. “We don’t have every tree on that list, but if you like one of the ones that isn’t I can try to find you something close enough.”

Steve pulled the nicely drawn poster closer to him. “Wow, I didn’t realize that there was so many.”

“That’s fair,” Wayne grabbed the poster and slid it off to the side. “So lets narrow it down. What’s the tree going to be for? Inside or outside?”

“Inside,” Steve said quickly. “The ceilings are fifteen feet.”

Wayne nodded in approval. “That’s good that you know that. Most people don’t and try buying a fifteen footer when they only have ten foot ceilings. Is it going to be lit? Decorated?”

Steve nodded. Another answer he knew right away.

“Will there be presents under it?” Wayne asked warmly.

“No,” he said with a small, fragile smile. “It’s for an office.”

Wayne pulled out a piece of paper and started jotting down Steve’s answers. “Right, any other requirements?”

Steve chewed on the skin around his nails. “Do you have the rent-a-tree program? My fa–I mean my boss was hoping to go green this year.”

Wayne’s eyes narrowed at the slip up but said nothing. Instead he pulled out a list from the top drawer of the desk. “These are the trees that are available to be rented out. Most of them are Douglas firs, like the ones where you found me. Though we do have a lovely trio of Fraser firs that are about six feet tall.”

Steve pulled the poster over to him again and then nodded. “I’ll take all three.”

Wayne blinked at him for a moment. “This will be an office, I’m assuming. Do you have house keeping that can water the trees?”

“Yes, sir,” Steve said. “We have other live plants year round and I have already cleared it with the head of housekeeping before coming here.”

Wayne nodded appreciatively. “Sounds like you’ve got everything figured out. Why were you so nervous before?”

Steve ducked his head and blushed. “It’s my first year doing it and I’m not really into the whole holiday. I was worried I’d get it wrong, especially since I really don’t care, but the people I’m buying for do.”

Wayne nodded again and started pulling up the paper work for the trees. “If you can write the name of the company, the address, and the date they need to be delivered by, I’ll ring you up a bill of sale.”

“Great.”

He started filling out the information and was almost done when Eddie walked back in with a wide grin and a check in hand.

“That saucy minx tried to get me to tie the tree to her car before she paid,” he said easily. “Can you believe it?”

Wayne chuckled. “Yes. Does it every year. Would you move our rentable Frasers, our friend here will be taking all three.”

Eddie’s eyebrows wagged. “Friend indeed! I’ll be right on it.” He got this grin on his face as Steve pulled out the checkbook from his briefcase. “You said you were planning your work Christmas do, right?”

Steve handed the check to Wayne who then gave him a receipt in return, then he turned to Eddie. “Well, sure. I’ve got to buy all the decorations and lights and all that jazz. Why do you ask?”

Eddie licked his lips slowly. “You see, I’ve got friends who might be able to help you out with some of that stuff.”

Steve blinked at him for a moment. “What do you get out of it?”

“Let me show you the fun side of Christmas,” Eddie said with an even bigger grin. “You get everything you need, my friends get your company’s business, it’s win/win/win for everyone. What do you say?”

Steve snapped his briefcase shut and stuck out his hand. “I think you’ve got yourself a deal.”

Eddie could barely contain his glee. “Just wait until I tell Robin, she thought for sure you’d say no!”

Steve threw his head back and laughed.

~

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[universetalkz]

“When something resonates with you, it’s a message from your Higher Self making sure that you’re paying attention.”

~Dolores Cannon

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I love your platonic hcs with five!! Can you make more please?:33

Yandere!Five/Reader [platonic/hcs]

tw: very soft yan!dad!five, reader described as child here, mentions of Five/Dolores romantic relationship, brief mentions of Five's past trauma, hints on eating disorders, overprotective behavior word count: ~900. a/n: Thank you for your request, Anon. It was good to write something about my old interest after quite a break. I made this is mostly based on information I had read months ago from some book. Tiny sequel for this.

Kinda sad that tua fics aren't as popular as before and slowly dying.

Let's ignore the ending and other moments we shouldn't talk and pretend like...everything ended well for the Hargreeves family! All the siblings mostly live separately from each other, but they still care for one another and meet on birthdays and other holidays.

Five meets a young, pretty lady during one of his undercover missions, and after that «love at first sight» trope, their relationship grows strong, leading to Five finally abandoning his job as an agent (honestly, good for him).

I really like the idea of Five having a quiet, peaceful life somewhere far away with his family. His wife is a popular fashion model and earns enough money for the family, while Five is the one who stays at the house, keeping you safe and raising the way he wished he was.

Five is scared to repeat the past mistakes his family members made; that's why I see him being extra overprotective with you. He wants to give you everything he never had in his childhood, and it often leads to you growing into some spoiled brat.

I can see him pausing for a moment and having that «wait...WHAT?» look when you reply with a sassy remark, and that's the moment he sees that you're basically becoming the tiny version of his young self. Part of him is proud, he knows that you will be able to stand up for yourself in the future, but the other part...he's not really happy to deal with someone who uses his own methods against him, as we can tell from the show (points at the other versions of Five).

Five is that parent who wakes up early in the morning to prepare breakfast for you. He has a sweet tooth, but he avoids giving you too much sugar, like I mentioned before. By the moment you wake up, you see a plate of eggs and bacon carefully formed into a smiley face with a glass of juice next to it.

I see Five spending a lot of time reading about parenting. He is well-educated enough in many fields, but it's just something he likes to do when he is free from house chores. Sitting in the chair with glasses on and a warm blanket laid on his lap, it's a heartwarming sight. Dolores will return from work later this day, only to see her husband having a nap in their little library and their child eeping next to him.

Five is especially careful with the food he prepares for you. After decades of loneliness in the apocalypse, he had few food choices. Every day felt like a constant survival, and the idea of you experiencing the same at such a young age terrifies him. He unconsciously gives you a little too much food, constantly asking “you need more?” just to make sure you're well-fed. Five might pay less attention to himself, but you're getting the best meal ever.

Five gives me the idea of that dad who will hold you close next to him 24/7. Yandere Five just can't bear the idea of you being somewhere away from home for more than an hour. There's a deep conflict in his heart, and his wife always tells him that it's fine. You're growing up, it's natural for you to try and separate from your parents, but this bothers him to insanity.

There's no more apocalypse, no more The Commission; the world is quiet now; there's no need for him to worry about. He never argues with you about it, the moment you leave your home to meet with a friend, your phone will cry from constant messages like “are you okay?”, “where are you now?”, “when will you go back?”. He needs to know it in case, well...just something happens, he's responsible adult, after all.

For most parents, Five seems like the ideal father figure, but he gets a little overbearing sometimes. When you snap at him, giving something like “just leave me alone!”, he would get quiet immediately. It is a significant difference between him now and in the past.

Usually he never lets people to dismiss him like that, he would have dragged you back and lectured you about disrespecting him, but now he's just sad. He will let you cool down, just to think what he has done wrong.

Five loves spending time with you, mainly because he never had the chance to spend some time with his own family. There were missions, there were trainings, there were constant fighting, etc., and after his retirement he plans to give his full attention to you. He knows a lot, from how to solve some difficult equations under 15 minutes to how to kill a person with a pencil, but it's not the same when the person whom you trust the most teacher you everything.

Reginald never bothered to spend a simple father and son moments, how to be a man and deal with various situations in his life, that's why he wants to teach you of something simple. He knows it's not as impressive, but it's quality time that matters.