#emma binder

[gorimbaudandgojohnnygo]

I’ll slope into the dark for you. Which window do you want to break? The iridescent sheen that divides the hurting bedroom from the hurting wind. The smashed picture frame that sits beneath a black leather saddle and a pinned rose, proof of boyhood.

—Emma Binder, from “The First Song” (Country Songs for Alice, Tupelo Press 2024)

[rockrosethistle]

always remember that Jane Perkins canonically had her whole life planned out in one of these bad boys

[dragonsdendoodles]

I love that he just shoved his way between Jacob and Emma to say what he wanted to say

[therewillbekpop]

[realjediverse]

Five Nights at Freddy's Trailer 2 is Promising!

I just watched the second trailer for the Five Nights at Freddy’s movie, and I’m really excited about it! The trailer is much more atmospheric and creepy than the first one, and it does a great job of capturing the sense of dread and suspense that the games are known for. I also love the fact that the trailer seems to be taking the story in a different direction than the games. In the games, the…

[petalsbleedingbeak666]

Did I think I saw how unhinged zionazis are? Oh boy, this fuckwit is somethint else

[evyltalks]

My contribution to the Marauders Cruel Summer Exchange!🖤

This project has been such a journey and I’m so excited to finally share it! Things took a little longer than planned (life happens) but it was so worth it to see everything come together in the end

I want to give a massive thank-you to Emma ( @emjayeingray ), the most patient and talented binder I could have hoped to work with. She made this process so fun, and her creativity and kindness made brainstorming ideas an absolute joy. She is a true gem and ofc the final binding is just stunning!

And, of course, thank you to @vellichorbindery for inviting me to participate in this amazing exchange.

For my part, I worked on the art on the cover and the little sketches printed inside the pages. Seeing it all bound so beautifully by Emma made all the effort so worth it.

Also a huge shout out to @mollymarymarie who wrote this masterpiece !!

[joonipertree]

Sano Manjiro, the most frustrating man to have a crush on

You learnt that Mikey punched a guy who asked you out. Mikey refuses to explain why. Both of you are dumbasses.

Tags: fluff, stupid shit, getting together, friends to lovers, fem bodied reader, smut at the end, it's him just eating you out sjsns, slight Dom/sub undertones because I can't help myself

  Mikey was a dumbass. 

In every sense of the word, he was a short fucking dumbass with a deep melodic voice and great hair. The biggest dumbass in the world. You wanted to punch him in the face and kiss him at the same time. Genuinely, you couldn’t stand that man. In no way could you imagine him ever being a good boyfriend. He’d suck at it-----

“Oi, Sano Manjiro.” 

The man in question turned, face dead and eyebrow twitching. 

“What?”

“Did you beat up the guy? 

“I beat up a lot of guys.”

“The guy who asked me out.”

Mikey sat back with his palms on the ground and Toman jacket secured on his back. His hair had gotten long, a bit too long for his liking and he still hadn’t decided how to cut it. You’d already taken the liberty over the last few weeks to tie them in pigtails and braid them to your heart’s content. He’d just walk around like that without batting an eye. 

“Yeah, he went out with one hit. You could do better.”

“Do you know who you are? The fuck. That could have killed him.”

“He isn’t in the hospital or anything.”

You turned around, not being able to take a look at your friend anymore than you needed to. Everyone around you stared with either pity or annoyance. Sanzu, Emma and Ken-chin were utterly done with Mikey’s dumbassery and Chifuyu was done with yours. Baji and Kazutora were done with both of you. They just always choose the stupid people as friends. 

“You weren’t gonna say ‘yes’ were you?”

And you weren’t. The boy had very bravely confessed his feelings for you (unlike some people) and before you could even tell him your answer, he’d told you to think about it at least. You’d appreciated it and left at that, already planning on saying no. 

“Maybe I was, what’s it to you?”

“Oh my god,” Emma muttered out in agony. 

"Maybe you should nurse him back to health then." 

"Yeah I was already planning on it." 

No you were not.

You left with an emphasis on your steps, back straight and eyes hard because you were stubborn. You didn't care if Mikey won at being the most stubborn person in the block, you would beat him at his own game.

♡

"You know he likes you. He has for years. He knows you like him. Just fuck already." Chifuyu moaned out, having gotten over the shoujo vibes very quickly after seeing the slow burn drag out. 

"I dunno what you're talking about." 

You wanted to deny it. Not deny that you were in love with Mikey but deny he was in love with you. Because admitting it meant hoping for something to happen and false hope got you hurt. People got close, they saw you in your humanity and ran away. The only people you trusted not to leave were your friends, Mikey included. 

"Oh come on. I have given you a powerpoint presentation and a whole binder worth of evidence that Mikey likes you. I nearly got wiped out by Draken for taking one too many pictures." 

You snorted. Chifuyu being a romantic buffoon with an overeager imagination made it harder for you to accept it. But you did acknowledge, not with the binder full of pictures and 'receipts', that Mikey had a soft spot for you. 

You got close at 17, Mikey being an extroverted loud mouth and you being a shy but curious introvert. He took you on bike rides, talked to you while making eye contact, held your hand and pulled you next to him and you fed him bites of your food and let him sleep on your lap. 

But you wanted to argue that….Mikey was just friendly like that. 

It had been a few years before you noticed that Mikey rarely made eye contact with people while talking but always asked for your attention. You both were hopeless and were just waiting for the other one to confess. It was getting painful. 

Chifuyu's eyes shifting to the side made you alert because he wasn't good at acting. And when he got up and ran, you knew who came inside. 

"Hi, Captain! Bye, Captain!" 

Mikey sat in front of you, dark bottomless eyes staring into your soul. You looked back at him, still pissed that he punched a perfectly nice guy. He then eyed your sundae and you immediately pulled it closer to you. He needed to learn that actions had consequences and that you weren't weak for him.

  With a pout, Mikey placed his chin on his arms, splayed out on the table. It made you aware how broad he was, fingers nimble and boney and angular.

 Pretty. Always so pretty. 

"How's your boyfriend doing?" 

Your teeth clicked and with a roll of your eyes, you established that Mikey needed to get pushed off a cliff somewhere. 

"So you aren't gonna tell me?" 

"Tell you what?" Mikey drawled out, looking up at you through his eyelashes. 

"Why you punched an innocent dude."

"He pissed me off." 

"Why?" 

"Did you say yes?" 

"Answer me first." 

"I did." 

You glared, taking a petty bite of your ice cream in retaliation. Mikey glared back harder, only changing when he looked out the corner of his eyes. You were about to turn your head before he spoke up again. 

"It was an accident." 

Your snort was loud and unattractive, hiding your face to try and compose yourself. When you looked up,Mikey's face had softened. 

"I don't believe you." 

"It's the truth. Answer my question." 

You debated your options. Because maybe saying that 'yeah I want to date him' would be going too far considering it would be a lie. But admitting that you didn't meant even more probing questions. Like why you were annoyed at Mikey for punching someone you didn't wanna date.

"Why do you care?" You retaliated like a dumbass.

"You're pissing me off." 

"Good." 

There was another pause. Mikey's hand moving to steal your bowl. You swerve it away from him with no chance of winning with his reflexes and the limited space. So your hand went to grab his wrist. 

Your heart raced at immediate contact. You became all too aware of him. Aware of his delicate wrist, the muscle, the bone that jutted out, the blue veins against pale skin. You became aware of his reddened and bruised knuckles, his calluses and ripped cuticles. They were hands of a delinquent, that liked to grip things too tight and didn't mind rough surfaces and reveled in strenuous activity. They were big too, too big against your own hand and too rough for your soft skin. 

And they were warm, soaking into you to leave a lasting impression. 

Mikey let go of the bowl in favor of holding your arm, gentle and all encompassing. His thumb rubbed against your skin, causing goosebumps to form and a shiver to run down your spine. 

"I was fighting with Takemitchy. The dude got caught in the crossfire. My hand landed on his face by accident. I can show you Mitchy as proof. He still looks run down. Even I took a few hits." 

You saw. Saw the scratches on his face and the redness of his jaw. It made you want to chide him for not bandaging himself. But he always liked it when you did it. Your eyes couldn't meet his, staring at your fingers wrapped around his wrist and his thumb rubbing your skin. 

"You need to stop fighting in public settings." 

"It wasn't that bad. A tire or two got thrown around but that's about it." 

"Where did you--- not gonna ask." 

Mikey giggled, soft and gravelly. You were reminded that the years changed his voice in a way that was still his. There was a pause and you realised the question eating away at you wouldn't go away until you asked it. The secret you kept wouldn't help being hidden away. You were tired and just wanted him. 

"You know……I talked to the guy today. Went to meet him." 

Mikey's eyes instantly hardened, looking away with a click of his tongue. 

"Ah, did he tell you I knocked his brains out? You shouldn't date a liar." 

"No," you tried to keep your voice casual, "he told me that it hurt but you weren't even looking at him when it happened. He just got too close." 

"Then why did you ask---" 

"He apologised though, said he didn't know I had a boyfriend." 

Mikey’s lips tugged upwards, turning his head to the side so he could catch his composure. And you were ready to slap the shit out of him. 

“Huh, I don’t know what gave him that impression. We must look good together.”

“I feel like you saying ‘that’s for asking my girl out’ after you hit him might’ve done the trick.”

Mikey held his hands up in surrender, knees knocking against yours almost to tease. 

"I didn't hit him, I just repurposed the accident. Didn't want it to go to waste." 

"Manjiro." 

"What?"

"I'm not yours." 

"Since when?" 

"Since always!!" 

His eyebrows furrowed, leaning back with a huge frown like you'd just told him his house burnt down. 

"What the fuck?"

"You can't just make me yours without asking me first, asshat." 

"Everyone knows you're mine."

"I dont." 

Mikey took your hand, lips on the back of it as if it was a normal part of his day. But your breath hitched and you froze. Because oh---

"I found you first." 

Your palms slammed against the table.

"If you wanna kiss me so bad then do it on my mouth, you coward---"

And within the next second, Manjiro’s mouth crashed into yours. It nearly knocked you back, if it wasn’t for his hand at the back of your head, curling into your hair. You whimpered against him, his lips tugging into a satisfied smirk. 

Chifuyu had yelled out, “Fucking finally!!”

The sound of your lips parting away from each other was enough to make you want to lean back in. Your lips weren’t willing to move even an inch away from him. He tasted good. Like vanilla. And he had trouble keeping himself away from you as well, leaving chaste kisses on the corners of your mouth, fingers keeping your chin lifted up. 

A throat was cleared, your cheeks instantly burned with the realisation of where you were. Mikey glared at the waiter who just let him know that it was time to leave. And with fingers interlocked, Mikey pulled you away from the diner, sticking out his tongue to Ken-chin who sighed in relief and leaned against Emma.

You got on his bike without question, heart racing because oh god--

The door to his room slammed open and he barely paid attention to anything with his arm around you. You giggled as he lifted you up and swirled you inside with a flourish. Once the door was shut, his laughter was loud and warm as his lips crashed into you, hungry for more. And you let him lead you, combing your hand through his hair causing him to shiver. 

Mikey hugged you close, gentle in his touch and you let him swallow you whole and envelop you. When his tongue prodded against your lip, you parted them easily as if he didn’t even have to ask. And oh, he felt good.

 But Mikey will spend the rest of your lives telling you that you were the best feeling in the world. 

“Mine.” Manjiro murmured out, sucking on your lower lip so harshly that your whole body did a visceral shudder. 

You were breathing hard when you parted, eyes hazy but daring as you looked your best friend in the eye. 

“You still haven’t asked me, asshat.”

Manjiro growled, eyes narrowed and twitching. Your head and body threw itself back as you burst out laughing, feeling free because you knew Mikey’s arm would never let you fall. That led your neck to be exposed to the littering kisses Manjiro gave out of vengeance.

 You squealed as it tickled and felt your knees give out against the bed beneath you. He’d backed you up, without you noticing, like a predator cornering its prey for a meal well earned. 

You felt yourself sink into the soft mattress, hand reached out to tug his shirt down towards you. Manjiro just stared at you, eyes gleaming with an emotion you didn’t understand and a grin so wide you could see all his teeth. 

“Mine, in every timeline.” Mikey whispered. 

And your breath hitched, speaking out without a second thought. 

“Yours, in every universe.” 

Manjiro’s eyes watered and he finally enveloped you, body a welcomed weight as he kissed you in slow languid bliss. 

“Good baby,” he whispered and you whined out. 

You pawed at him, liking the praise a little too much. Manjiro’s kisses left a wet hot trail as he went from your chin to your cheek. A wet sound heard every time his lips disconnected from you. You let him have his way, feeling his hand pat the side of your head. 

You wanted to kiss him back but every time you tried, he clicked his tongue in disapproval and you just laid there as he poured his love into you. You had begun to tear up because Manjiro's love was overwhelming and it was for you.

Your eyes closed as his lips met your eyelids, tasting the salty tears and pulling back to inspect your face. You mewled at the lost contact, opening your eyes and pouting.

Oh, how dare he 

He hushed you, hand patting your head again, lips continuing their venture on your face. 

 Your legs wrapped themselves around his waist. And both of you became aware of the effect the intimacy had on you.

 Manjiro pressed into you, hips solid and confident. And you felt his bulge against your pussy, only his pants and your underwear in the way. it was enough to drive you insane. 

You yearned and yearned and begged with pretty fluttery eyes that had him breathless. 

“Yeah? You wan’ me, honey?”

And despite the embarrassment, you nodded with the biggest pout you could muster. And Manjiro melted just at that, ready to burn the world for you if you asked him to. In another timeline, he probably had. 

“Haven’t even been dating for a minute and you're already so needy.”

He didn’t even let you blubber out a complaint before your underwear was exposed to him. And you craved him so badly that your legs made space for only Manjiro. He appreciated it, boney fingers squeezing your hips before imprinting the memory of the wet patch into his mind. 

Oh you were so sweet. A type of pliable that was only given to those you trusted. 

“Not allowed to hide anything, okay?”

And with that, his nose traced the outline of your pussy, tongue peaking out for a taste that just wasn’t enough for you. Your thighs squished against his cheeks and he groaned, pressing his full mouth onto you. Your hips jutted upwards, a cry weak and wobbly escaping your lips. And with effort, you spoke.

“Stop teasing, jerk.”

The warmth was too much, you could feel him right there but the cotton was in the way. Despite your protest, he lapped you up out of greed. And your hands clutched onto his hair. 

“If there’s nothing between us, I won’t be sane.” You heard him say and it just made you needier. 

“Don’ want you to be. Please.”

And with that, his hand ripped your panties out of the way. Manjiro took a second to stare in awe at your pretty pussy. It was so wet, begging him to eat it out, practically drooling. Many thoughts went through his head.

How it would feel to be inside you, how warm it would be, if he could last long in the tightness? If he'd ever be able to survive without the taste of your pussy after this moment? If he gave your cunt a smack, would you like it?

Manjiro decided that keeping you waiting was the worst thing he could possibly do. 

Mikey was a lot more hungry than he thought he was. Your pussy was engulfed in his mouth.

 The direct contact was enough to make him moan. Your own got stuck in your throat, not realising how overwhelming it would be. When his tongue prodded inside, you let him guide your legs against your chest so that he could have more access. And then it plunged inside and you let out a warbled moan that felt too loud in your own ears. With a hand covering your mouth, you tried to suppress the little sounds tumbling out of you.

Manjiro’s middle finger tapped against the plush of your thigh and he pulled away with effort to say:

“No hiding. Be good.”

You cried out, flexing your fingers in his hair as he went back to the task at hand. And you let yourself voice out the feeling, soft “ah, ah, ah”s filling the air and causing you to tear up in embarrassment. 

“Wan’ to be-be good for you.”

“Mhmmm,” He answered with the vibration of his hum shooting through your pussy and into your back that arched almost painfully. 

The orgasm came out of nowhere, crashing into you the second Manjiro’s mouth wrapped around your clit and sucked. 

You didn’t even care how loud you were being, brain wiping out everything it had as your body arched and twitched. Manjiro only stopped lapping your cum when you flinched away, kissing your inner thigh before moving to you for a kiss. 

You let him inside your mouth easily, whimpering and pawing at his shoulder as you held him close. You shook in his embrace, muttering out weak and tiny ‘thank you’s that had him chuckling at you. 

“Did your Manjiro make you feel good, bubba?” 

“Uh-huh.” You nodded, kissing the corner of his lips in appreciation. 

[baestruly]

the difference between calls ━━ peter sutherland

( 𝗌𝗒𝗇𝗈𝗉𝗌𝗂𝗌 )  peter sutherland x fem!reader

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ IN WHICH there’s an obvious comparison between peter’s first call from you and a call he receives when you are together. when it comes to your safety, peter doesn't play.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 - hurt/comfort, panic attacks, kidnapping, reader is rose's sister

𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 ━━━━━━━━

Peter sat at his desk, the pen tapping rhythmically against the worn wood. A mountain of paperwork loomed over him ━━ shit, he was behind on that, he never got much sleep, figuring it could wait as he stared blankly at the moving pen. 

The sharp sound of ringing made his heart skip a beat. There was no covering the fact peter strived and wished he had a little more than just a desk job ━━ answering calls, more specifically ━━ he lived for the thrill. It was evident from his heart thundering in his chest. answering the night agent's phone was a step up from being a 911 operator, at least. 

Until━━ 

“Go ahead.” He said smoothly, his pen turning in the same hand as he rested his elbow on the desk. 

“Um━━uh, night action! night action━━” 

The frantic voice on the other end made Peter stiff. The pen stopped twirling between his fingers. 

“Yes, hello. Code, please.” He replied, like countless times before. Peter grabbed his binder out from under the desk on the shelf and opened it in front of him, flipping through the pages with his one free hand. 

“Please, you have to help up━━oh my god, my sister━━me━━they’re coming after us!” If even possible, the voice was more frantic, gasps heaving in and out from what Peter recognized as a panic attack or something along the lines. 

This didn’t seem like his usual business toned atmosphere once he answered. It sounded like they had got the wrong number, he never dealt with situations like this, especially from people who didn’t seem like they knew what to do with the number and him across the line.

“Ma'am, if you don’t have a code━━it seems like you have the wrong number━━” 

“No! I have ur flippi━━I have the code gimme a second.” The girl spat. Peter bites his cheek as he hears whispering on the phone━━likely the woman’s sister.  “Okay! It’s table, clock, water, fire. You got it, did you━━” 

“Yes, I got it.” Peter interrupted, eyes flying through pages in a matter of seconds. Settling on the 80th page, he looks at the code that was given to him. “Is this Benwire or Ramese?” 

“What? What even is that?” A pause followed, filled with nervous energy. “They just told us to tell you the code; I don’t know who these people are?” 

More whispering ━━ frantically. Peter’s chest tightened as he heard sobbing in the background. This sounded like something 911 would have to deal with. 

“What street did your friend Morsese live on?” 

The question just seemed to make the hyperventilating worse. 

“Maam, are you okay? I can dispatch you to 911 if you’re in any dang ━━ ” 

“No, they told us to call you ━━ this number, they made sure of it! God knows they’re probably fucking dead.”

“Whose they?” Peter sat up straighter, urgency sharpening his instincts as he abandoned the paperwork 

“Our aunt and uncle, Emma and Henry. Campbell. Emma and Henry Campbell.” 

Peter bit his cheek more, holding the phone in a wave of silence. It was clear this girl was probably on the brink of passing out; she wasn’t breathing right. But she wasn’t the only one clueless, Peter had no idea who she was talking about either. 

Peter always had his protective instinct towards others in danger ━━ it came in hand with him working in the FBI. If this girl's aunt and uncle told her to call the line it could have some relevance in later reports━━but he wasn’t going to hang up on her yet. 

“Hello━━?” 

“I’m here. Run me through what’s happening, who’s after you?” Peter asked, his tone less harsh, preparing to do what he thinks he’s always done best ━━ just like on the metro ━━ save people. 

𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 ━━━━━━━━━

There was something Peter should be used to ━━ but now, with you in his life ━━ he never could be. It was the constant stress he was under, with you being associated with him and not knowing the minute something could blow up and ruin everything. 

Ruin your life. 

It’s why Peter has such a hard time leaving you in your guy’s apartment every day so he can go to work. In that shitty basement when he would much rather be spending every growing second by your side, ready to jump at anything that could put you in harm's way. 

Everything in the white house was total shit ━━ no one could trust anyone. But it’s been a few months since the attack at Camp David. Peter was offered a job as a night agent to serve in the field ━━ but decided to keep it safe, taking smaller jobs in the white house assigned by the president after what seemed like an ongoing thank you ever since he helped save her from the bombs. 

But he had no complaints ━━ and neither did you. He’s looked happier than he ever has, coming home and wrapping his big arms around you was his favourite part of the day, inhaling the soft vanilla scents of your (y/h/c) hair, bringing him to the present and the reality of it all, how the world brought him to you ━━ even in the worst circumstances.

Peter had no idea that these circumstances would repeat themselves.

After kissing you goodnight, he headed out, waiting the usual time he did outside the office door as the clock hit midnight. 

Peter nodded to his coworker in a firm greeting before entering and closing the door. He wasn’t sure how much time passed once he sat in that seat ━━ but the calls were quiet as they had been for the past few days. He didn’t work as much time on the phone as how Diane assigned him ━━ he got to get out a bit and work on other things, too. 

Then, after not hearing the old ━━ but familiar ring for a while, Peter’s head snaps towards it as it shakes once. He grabbed it quickly, unable to stop himself from imagining he could be on the other end. 

“Hello━━” 

“Peter Sutherland.” 

Peter’s brows snap together in alert and confusion, blinking a few times before shifting and resting his elbow on the table. 

“Code, please.” He’s said it many times before. 

“This is going to go very differently.” But he’s never heard that.

There’s a muffled scream. 

Or that. Was it━━ 

Fuck, he was not doing this, not today. Immediately, he jumped up, his chair flying back and almost hitting the back grey wall. 

“Who the fuck are you ━━ if you do anything to her ━━” 

“Yes, yes, I've heard that line many times before, during your whole night agent spiel a few months ago…you guys are really cute, the perfect partners in crime.” He laughed, it sounded awful, painful even. Peter’s head was racing, which seemed to match his heart. “Even recognized your scream right away, isn’t that right, sweetheart?” 

That was it. Peter pushed the chair out of his way as he paced around the room, fists balling together. He could hear your cries in the background, and his mind brought him back ━━ when you had been so scared, being prone to panic attacks under stress. 

And he couldn’t do a single fucking thing right now because he wasn’t already there. 

“Just tell me what you know about what happened with your dad, and then━━” 

“Fuck you.” Peter spat, hands angrily raking through his hair ━━ he hated how the caller knew how to get under his skin but he wasn’t going to let his guard down when it came to you, he needed to think ━━ he had to. 

“Ooh! we’ve got a bite. That’s not what the lovely lady wants to hear as her last words, I'm sure.” 

There's more shuffling. 

“Peter━━Peter,” your voice cracks, twisting into a desperate whisper, raw and fractured. “Please come back.” 

Peter’s heart stops hearing your voice in such a state, eyes widening with stress and concern. He can’t even picture you right now or he might have to sit down. He knew he could stall the caller to buy them some time so they could get to you without alerting him. 

“Hey ━━ hey, baby, it’s okay, you’re going to be okay. I’m right here, and I'm going to be there, you gotta hold on for me, I know you can.” Peter abandons his usual name for you after that sick man used it as a taunt towards you, he couldn’t cloud your vision and get his voice mixed up with the callers in your already jumbled brain. He knew how terrified you were because he’s seen it through the countless sleepless nights and panic attacks. But it was all coming true, and Peter wanted to curse himself for letting this even happen, your worst nightmares that he promised so deeply to protect you from. 

A sniffle escapes from your end, the silence hanging heavy, a chilling agreement that doubles as a ticking clock. Peter thinks before hearing an even quieter whisper, barely heard.

“He’s got a gun━━took down both guards, but I think he’s planning on jumping out the big window, his buddy is coming in his truck.” 

Your voice is extremely shaky, but Your words shake him to his core. Peter steadies himself, whispering, “Okay.” Stopping his frantic pacing, he speaks as clearly as his racing heart allows. “(y/n), we’re coming for you. The FBI will surround the house, but I need to hang up and alert everyone. Just nod like you’re still on the phone with me until he takes it, alright, baby?”  

Your voice quivered in return with a sniff, yes. Peter squeezed his eyes shut and slammed the phone down without a second thought, running to the conference room to get someone to immediately track the call in case he kept the phone on him if they got to the truck ━━ shit ━━ before they could. If anything, they could trace the calls or texts he’s made to his buddy.

He was running like a madman ━━ alerting the night agent team members. It was all a blur once he grabbed his gun and vest and drove out of there, police sirens going off everywhere and other agents' SUVS speeding close behind him. 

Peter jumps out of the car, barely having time to slam his car door closed as he’s already looking at the fifth-floor windows ━━ wondering what the fuck you meant by jumping out the fucking window into his buddy's truck? Because if you had anything to do with being entangled in that escape, this man would never see the end of it. He would hunt him down ━━ but he wouldn’t kill him. He’d make him live with horrible bruises and broken bones, and once he goes to the hospital, he’s taken to jail for not only assault but for interfering with private information and everything that happened with his father. 

This man would never see the fucking light because of how many times Peter would knock him flat out. 

Raising his gun, he carefully follows behind many other agents dressed in all black, whipping his gun in all open doors as he runs down the hallway and up the flights upstairs ━━ orders being yelled in the background.   

His legs were outrunning his brain, screaming at him to stop running because of how exhausted he was ━━ but finally, he reached the door. “FBI, OPEN THIS DOOR━━” 

“Peter!” Your panicked scream breaks through the noise, the sound driving him to force the door open, gun at the ready, prepared to confront whatever horror lay inside.

But then he sees you. 

In an instant, his gun drops to his side as he looks down at you, arms tied around the banister in the middle of the kitchen and living room. You know you must have looked like total shit as he abandons any proper FBI protocol and falls beside you, concerned eyes locking with yours as if they’re holding onto you for the only source of comfort while his hands untie yours quickly. 

Your glossy eyes, stinging with tears and probably drugs from how drowsy you were feeling for the past hour, started pooling with tears. It definitely wasn’t because of the drugs. 

You choked out a sob, one that's been buried in your chest for what feels like forever, as you startled into a coughing fit once Peter immediately wrapped his arms around you, staying kneeled on the ground because you had no energy to even attempt to stand, you were too shaky and would probably collapse the moment you put any weight on your legs. 

“You’re here; you made it back.” You whisper into his shoulder, already soaked with tears, breath hitching as your body trembles against his.

You could feel Peter’s relieved smile. “I know, I’m here. I’m so sorry this happened sweeth━━” 

He paused as if something shocked him. 

“Peter, it’s okay━━” 

“No ━━ no, it’s not.” He was still knelt, now facing you once you pulled away, hand rubbing his temples. “You’ve been traumatized enough, and me not taking the night agent job ━━ I could’ve been here, protecting you. But I left you, now he’s messed with your head, I can tell.” 

You shut your eyes tight, a quiet sigh escaping you, and that sigh only serves to unleash a fresh wave of tears, cascading down your cheeks. Despite Peter’s stressed state, he softly wiped them away. 

“You’re perfect. Your head, how you think ━━ everything about you, (y/n), and when somebody messes with that, it messes me up because I cannot physically allow myself to let that happen to you.” He takes your hands in his gently, turning them first and looking around your body for any signs of harm. You hated how he beat himself up for not being able to protect you. But he did help, he found you, and his idea about staying on the phone bought the other agents some time to track him down. 

You wince to yourself upon noticing he’s looking at the ━━ what are probably now ━━ agonizing bruises on your jaw and throat. You’ve taken punches before. It wasn’t anything new, they hurt like a bitch, though. 

Peter’s thumb glides against the tender, purple skin as his other fingers come to the back of your head in your hair, just behind your ear, and you lean into his comforting touch. “I’m sorry.” He wretched, keeping his hand in your hair and bringing your head to his chest. 

The two of you sit just like that, grounding yourselves through each other's mangled breaths. 

The right people can cloud right judgement is what Peter’s father always said. It makes your job harder when you have someone to lose. Peter made a promise to himself that night as you both lay under the covers, his thumb running circles over your knuckles. 

He promised himself he wouldn’t work behind that shitty desk again. 

Then, he would visit that sick man behind bars.

 masterlist peter sutherland masterlist

ty for reading!

[enochoconnor-girlie]

“Enoch’s straight”

He only talked romantically about women who he wasn’t even allowed to date

It was so cold in the cave that Claire got sick and Enoch still wouldn’t cuddle with Horace even though it would keep them alive *cough cough* gay panic *cough*

in TDoDA Jacob mentioned that Enoch was talking to a ‘pretty’ girl but Enoch didn’t act as in he thought she was attractive at all

in the graphic novel he would blush just by having a conversation with Horace

When miss peregrine went to go gather all the kids she came back with Enoch and Horace at the same time, and in the last book him and Horace were together as well, now out of context they could just be friends but we all know that Horace and Enoch don’t seem to get along. So why are they always around each other?

in the graphic novel it looks like Enoch is wearing a binder.

when Enoch got his arm hurt Horace helped him, and Jacob didn’t mention Enoch complaining, when Emma tried to help, on the other hand, Jacob took special note that Enoch was making a fuss out of it. ( I’m not so sure about this one, but still)

ANY MORE QUESTIONS?

[belbel1010]

Today I had a doctor's appointment so I brought an unnamed goat plush that I got last time at the hospital and my webkinz love puppy Emma with me! Then we walked to Dollar General where I got some crayons and coloring books. After that we walked to the library, and I stayed there for a few hours.

Then my friend drove me and his other friend to McDonald's, and we had some food (EXPENSIVE MAY I ADD). and I forgot to get a binder for the webkinz binder I'm remaking, so I went back to the store and got that. Then my dad picked me up, and we went home! :) I did some coloring and started the binder when I got home after I napped

[chirp-a-chirp]

Clavis Tries Resetting His Password - The Sequel*

*If computers existed in Rhodolite

Part One CLICK HERE

Clavis: Rio, how many passwords do you have containing the word Emma?

Rio: *Pulls out 100 page binder* Can’t have too many backups! I have ALL the Emma passwords!

Silvio: You ain’t got this one mutt!

Silvio: ServeMeEmma2nite

Rio: Gaaaaah! *Chases Silvio out of the room*

Clavis: OK, how about…

Clavis: BelleLovesMe2Much(Impossible)

Leon: Nope, taken. Also, so are all these Belle-themed passwords. *Pulls out five wadded pieces of paper from his pocket*

Clavis: *Reading one of Leon’s passwords* BelleIsARayOfSunshineInMyWellOfLonelinessAndSheis2WonderfulAnd—

Clavis: How long does it take to type this password?!

Leon: 10 minutes. But she’s worth it. Belle is radiant and wonderful, so hardworking and intelligent and—

Clavis: NEVERMIND. Let’s try…

Clavis: MyLittleRabbitIs2Cute

Gilbert: *Bangs his cane on the floor* Oh, I’m afraid that’s taken.

Clavis: No it’s not, friend. I was able to use it.

Gilbert: *Smiles coldly* No, it’s quite taken. If you catch my meaning.

Clavis: FINE. *Deletes password*

Clavis: My1andOnlyAccomplice

[samoankpoper21]

Drunken Confession - Megumi Fushiguro

Tags: modern! au, work!au, school!au

Content warnings: cussing, alcohol

Word count: 1700

Summary: Drunkenly confessing your feelings at a teacher's get together

A/N: L/N = last name ^^

You catch yourself staring at Megumi from the second floor of the school building. God that man is beautiful. Just as fast as the thought entered your head, it was quickly ruined by a loud moan in your ear resonating through out the halls. You whipped your head around, your face bright red, to find your best friend Emma clutching her stomach laughing tears spilling out her eyes. "What the hell Emma!" you hissed. "That was really loud! What if some students or even, Lord forbid, teachers heard that shit!?"

"I was just narrating what's going through your head."

"Bitch! Not everything is about sex."

"But the way you're staring at him is."

"No it's not," you mumbled. "Oh yeah?," Emma challenged. "If not sex, what were you thinking about watching Mr. Fushiguro pass by."

"How beautiful he is," you shyly mumbled.

"Come again?" Emma teased.

"I said how beautiful-"

"I'm sorry Miss L/N, you're going to have to use your big girl voice."

"I said how beautiful he is!" Emma scoffed when you heard the clearing of a throat. Both your heads turned to see Megumi standing there with a stack of books and binders in his hand. Oh how you wished that the earth would swallow you whole. How mortifying. "Hello Mr. Fushiguro." you quickly bowed hoping that it would hide your face.

"Hello Miss Johnson. Miss L/N."

"Heeeyyy Megumi," Emma teased. You shot her a glare earning a stifled laughter. "Are you going to the teacher's outing this weekend?"

"I'm not sure yet."

"You should come. I heard it's going to be really exciting."

"Ugh I don't know, I'm not much of a party person, let alone a get together with coworkers type of person." You felt your face drop a little, your emotions sinking lower. So he only sees me as a coworker? You gave Emma a pained, grateful smile. You knew what she was attempting to do: she was trying to play wingman for you both but it was failing epically.

"Mr. Fushiguro, I beg to differ. I feel like this outing would be worth your time. You should give it a shot. It's not often we get to see each other outside of work."

"We'll see. I'll catch up with you later, have to run to class. Miss Johnson. Miss L/N." You both watched his slender back and broad shoulders. "Gawd he's so polite."

"Welp, I tried."

"Thanks Em. I know. Listen I gotta run too. My class starts in 15. See you Saturday?"

"See you Saturday."

The rest of the week went by in a blur; you found yourself surrounded by mountains of clothes, hangers askew, having a hard time trying to pick out an outfit. You didn't want to overdress but you also didn't want to show up in sweats or slacks. You finalized on high-waisted black jeans, a red hoodie, black and white plaid fannel, red and white Jordan 1's retro; your hair in a high bun, two parts hanging loosely to frame your face. Oh shit! It's almost 7:30PM! You ran out the house and called for a taxi.

Arriving at the pub 30 minutes later, you rushed inside and was escorted to an already rowdy, loud room. The sliding door slid open and cheers and whoops greeted your arrival. Emma rushed over to you saying, "Ohmygod bitch finally! You're here!" before leading you to sit beside her. Scanning the room, you were disappointed to not see Megumi there, even after he warned you both that he wasn't the "party type". You sighed as Emma complimented you on your outfit pouring you a shot.

The first shot was pure fire but shot after shot it was becoming easier to knock back. "Oh my god! It's Megumi!" Emma yelled. You all turned towards the door and there he was, in all his angelic glory. Everyone cheered and clapped as Megumi rushed to sit across from you.

You took in his tattered black jeans, black t-shirt, and silver wristwatch. You could smell his cologne but couldn't put your finger on what brand it was. "Megumiiiiii, I'm so glad to see you." He chuckled and asked, "Are you drunk already Miss L/N?" you crossed your arms in a shape of an x and said in Korean, "Andwae (No)." He laughed and by gawd that was the warmest laugh you have ever witnessed and you wanted to bathe in it again, bottle it up for yourself. "You know Korean Miss L/N?"

You playfully put your finger to your chin imitating a thinking emoji and replied, "Jogeumyo (A little)."

"I'm a little sad Miss L/N, I would've loved to hear you speaking Japanese." he knocked his shot back and you swear you heard his voice grow lower with that last sentiment.

The liquor kept coming and each time you would catch Megumi staring at you. You looked around the room to see that most of the patrons had either went to the restroom, caught a taxi home/to a hotel, or were laying down on the floor of the establishment. It was you, Megumi, Emma, and a few of the other teachers that were still sitting upright. You excused yourself to go to the restroom, hoping that if you look at Megumi, it'll telepathically tell him to follow you. You washed your hands with cold water staring at your red face in the mirror. Tonight I'm going to tell him! You splashed cold water on your face a few times determined to tell Megumi your feelings.

You slid the doors of the room open and panicked to see an absent Megumi. No, no, no. Did he leave?!?! "Em?"

"Yeah?"

"Where's Megumi?"

"Oh, he left."

"He left?! How long ago did he leave?"

"30 minutes ago?"

"I wasn't in the bathroom that long!" you groaned.

"Yeah you were. I was about to come and check on you but you came through the doors." Fucking hell. You grabbed your glass, poured, and continued drinking. "Whoa there buddy. I think you need to slow down."

"No, it's just-I'm so frustrated."

"Why are you frustrated?" in the midst of your drunken rant you failed to see your phone vibrating with Megumi's name popping up on your screen. With a mischievous grin on Emma's face, she slid to answer and continued. "Why are you frustrated Y/N?"

"Because I really weally weally wanted to talk to Gumi."

"Gumi? You have a nickname for him already?"

"Yeeeeah," you giggled.

"So what's stopping you?"

"Because he aweady leave...and I didn't get to shay goodbyyyyeeee." you pouted before you dropped your head on the table. Emma grabbed your phone saying, "You heard that Mr. Fushiguro? Are you coming to pick her up?"

"I'll be right there."

Waking up, you found yourself on Megumi's back. This is a nice dream. I think I can die in peace now. You began to nibble on his ear, making your way to his neck lightly blowing air, licking and sucking. "Y/N," he groaned. "Please stop. You're making this very hard for me." Eh? Your head shot up to see a blushing Megumi. One of your hands pinched your cheeks and pulled his hair emitting a gasp from him. "Megumi? How-"

"You called my phone."

"Ohmygawd I'm so sorry."

"It's ok Y/N. I'm just glad I got to you before anyone else got to you." You hummed in response and went back to laying your head on his back. "You know Megumi, whoever your partner will be is going to be one lucky person."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because because you're so kiiiiiind, and smaaaart, and really really weally good looking. You're a gentle soul but not like you get bullied around you know. You stand for justice and that's what I like about you. Yup, I said it. I really really like you and you have no idea of it." He paused noting that you had fallen asleep causing him to chuckle and shake his head.

The rays of sun pierced through your eyes, you groaning and rolling into the warmth-warmth? Your eyes shot open and Megumi continued laying there blushing with his arms wrapped around you. "Megumi?" you croaked. You noticed that he was wearing a simple white t-shirt trying to dissuade yourself from nuzzling into his chest and scent. "I'm sorry did I-"

"Emma told me to come get you."

"I'm so sorry. I hope I wasn't disturbing or annoying you."

"You've never disturbed or annoyed me Y/N." You like this: waking up on a Sunday morning with Megumi's arms wrapped around you. You sighed at the realization that he was only taking care of you from a coworker's point of view. "Well I better get going. I don't want to take up too much of your Sunday." You turned trying to scoot off the bed when Megumi enveloped you into a back hug, your back pressed firmly against his chest. "Did you mean what you said last night?" Shit. What did I say last night???!!! Before you could answer, Megumi replied, "You probably don't remember much but I came to that get together for you." You could feel yourself blushing when the events of last night finally dawned on you. You gasped turning to stare at his neck seeing the small hickey you left, his blush deepening. "I thought you only saw me as a coworker." you whispered. He caressed your face saying, "From the moment I saw you, I've always wanted to talk to you. It took me a lot of courage to try and work up something but then you said hi first and it was game over for me. I wanted to keep talking to you and was happy that you would let me be near you. I'm sorry I'm not great at conveying my feelings but just I know I like you too."

"You do?" you excitedly ask. "Like more than a coworker?"

"Well you wouldn't be laying in my bed if I saw you as just a coworker." you blushed and pecked his nose. He leaned back to stare at you before leaning forward to capture your lips. "Beautiful."

[thexsanctuaryx]

ʚ♡ɞ I'll Follow You Into the Dark ʚ♡ɞ

{ CHAPTER THREE }

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{ summary: } emma's first meeting with the doctor goes about as well as you'd think and marc gets firsthand experience of what it feels like to be jake. { pairing: } | eventual | original character { emma harper } x marc spector, emma harper x steven grant, && emma harper x jake lockley { contents: } mental hospitals, psychiatric hold, emma meets the doctor, angst { I guess? I don't know what else to call it. }, hurt/comfort-esque vibes { warnings: } severe mental illness { psychosis, hallucinations, depression }, main character is actively in psychosis, I've done my best to write it in the least triggering way but there are a lot of heavy themes that will take place in this series, so forewarning. marc is a danger to himself here but it's only really alluded to in this part. mental hospitals. toxic as fuck doctor, typical misunderstanding and misinterpretation that comes with psychosis. due to the nature of emma's psychosis, things are very unhealthily skewed in a religious context. triggering themes related to the aforementioned. { author's note: } I recently finished reading "tear down my reason" by @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction and it inspired me to work on an idea I've been playing with about emma and the boys meeting while both in a mental hospital at the same time. I wanted to write a series that would help other people with severe mental illness feel seen and heard as there really aren't works out there like this, especially not actually written by people with firsthand experience of things like psychosis. this series is being written with a lot of love and care so I truly hope that it can be cathartic for those who read who might also live with mental illness because you DO matter and your stories DO deserve to be told. { word count: } 1,016 { taglist: } @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @sub-aro

She’s quiet on the way back to their wing, a soft scowl seemingly forever over her features.

Marc wants to say something, but doesn’t.

He isn’t sure what she’s hearing as they cross through the locked doors but he knows she’s more caught up in her mind than she is present in the goings on around them.

While the rest of them file into the day room to receive their meds, she’s escorted through another door.

Marc feels a spike of anxiety.

He knows she’s going to see the doctor for the first time and having been to this particular hospital more than once, he knows this doctor.

A harsh and cruel man who deals out diagnoses like poker chips and always loads everyone up on too much medication, that their usual psychiatrists then have to sort out after they’re discharged.

He finds himself pacing the hallway like a caged wild animal, tense and binding their time.

Meanwhile, Emma is taken outside to a sort of courtyard and seated at a table in front of a heartless looking man with a massive binder in front of him.

She shifts nervously on the bench across from him taking in her surroundings and reminiscing on how bright it is and how much it makes her think of the garden of Eden.

The man folds his hands on top of the open binder and gives a menacing smile. “Alright Emma, I like to make deals—do you like to make deals? If you take my medication for three days, I’ll let you go home…”

And just like that, the proverbial serpent seems to take her into a chokehold. Her throat tightens and she finds it hard to breath despite being outside in the fresh air.

She forces a swallow, unable to find her voice.

“Sign here if you agree…”

The man – who she’s now sure is the devil himself – turns a contract around and reaches out a pen with the same sickening smile.

Emma feels like she’s signing her soul away but he gives no other option other than to do so. It feels like a trap, another test that she can’t help but fail.

She doesn’t even remember how to sign her whole name in the confusion of her brain, but she scribbles a ‘signature.’

“Wonderful…” The doctor says, “you can go back inside now.”

Emma stiffly gets up from where she sits, walking back toward the door where they wait to let her back in.

When she’s led back into the wing she can see Marc at the end of the hallway near her room. As if by some latent telepathy, he looks up, locking eyes with her.

She feels trapped now more than ever, like she doesn’t know what to do. So her feet carry her toward him, his own moving to meet her in the middle.

As soon as he gets closer he can see her trembling, tears welling up in her eyes.

He doesn’t know what to do because he can’t hug her but he can tell she’s terrified.

“How’d it go?” He asks, winded and unsure.

Emma shakes her head quickly, falling into a sob that rakes through her body as the tears spill over.

‘That bloody doctor,’ Steven curses.

‘I’ll kill him myself…’ Jake adds.

Marc, on the other hand, feels like he’s never wanted to hug somebody so badly in his life—the one time he can’t.

He wishes he could take her somewhere quiet so she could calm down—but going into each other’s rooms are off limits and the day room is crowded this time of day.

“I’m so sorry…” is all he can say, giving her a soft look of empathy.

Emma, on the other hand, not knowing any better—rushes forward to wrap her arms tightly around Marc’s middle, clinging to him.

It startles him, a little surprised she’d be comfortable enough to do it in the first place.

Risking hell from the hospital staff he does what he instinctively wants to, what feels right—and hugs her back. He can’t help but keep an eye out for prying looks and of course, the staff.

Emma sobs softly against him, feeling safe for the first time in the last 24 hours, as she shakes in his arms.

He holds her as long as he can before it becomes too risky, and withdraws. He gives her a soft look fighting every urge to wipe away her tears.

“We—we’re not really…supposed to do things like that here—I don’t wanna get you in trouble.” He explains gently.

Emma nods quickly even if she misconstrues his meaning for being about what’s appropriate in this liminal space.

She wipes furiously at her eyes.

“Why don’t we sit here for a minute?” He suggests, sliding down the wall along the hallway and reaching his hand up for hers, risking reprimand again.

As if sensing a thought Marc hardly has, Jake speaks up in their headspace, ‘Let them yell at you for helping her—I’ll gladly give them a piece of my mind…’

Marc doesn’t need to see his face in a reflective surface to know the malice in his eyes, the threat that’s far from empty.

Emma takes his hand, moving to sit next to him on the floor. She instinctively rests her head against his shoulder, and he feels as though he suddenly knows exactly how Jake must feel when he protects him and Steven.

He releases a heavy sigh and conceals their clasped hands between them if only for the sake of being able to continue holding hers a little longer.

It occurs to him that the next 80 some odd hours would be crucial for her, and he’s not sure it’ll be long enough to make sure she’s okay.

“You thinking what I’m thinking, boys?” He mutters to the other two in his head. Emma doesn’t seem to mind the way he talks to them in the least, only squeezing his hand tighter.

‘Think we’re gonna need to make an appearance…’ Jake suggests darkly.

‘Most. Definitely.’ Steven agrees.

[slasherbat]

Bunch of random Richie headcanon's because I love him, and been thinking about him since I watched NPMD.

(Also projecting a bit)

• Transgender and uses He/They pronouns, but doesn't mind Xe/Xem

• Panromantic and Demisexual

• Horror enthusiast, that man loves sci-fi horror films and slashers. Especially 80s ones, Aliens is his favorite film franchise.

• 100% a fan of metalcore also, his top artist would be Bring Me The Horizon (Drove Paul & Emma mad with how much he looped Kingslayer by BMTH & Babymetal)

• Also a fan of Ice Nine Kills (He will force Grace to listen to the Orchestrated version of Welcome To Horrorwood, and is delighted when she likes The Shower Scene)

• His music taste also includes, but isn't final to: The Killers (Emma got him into it) Ghost and Pals, Sidewalks and Skeletons. He has a very interesting music taste, it's kinda all over, but he likes what he likes.

• DOG PERSON, he wants one so bad, and would name it after one of his favorite characters from an Anime 100%

• He's got a really shitty Attack On Titan Stick and Poke on his leg

• Paul got him his first binder for his 16th birthday and he cried while he was telling him how to bind safely.

• He's been best friends with Ruth since 2nd grade, Pete since 7th.

• He cannot drive, or be trusted behind the wheel of any vehicle (especially Golf Carts)

• He also can't swim, and has an incredibly big fear of large bodies of water of any kind, and the beach is a huge sensory overload. He despises sand with every fiber in his soul.

• Cannot stand Coffee at all, even the smell makes him feel like he's suffocating. Absolutely suffering in the mornings while getting ready for school.

• He's got a scar on his right leg from when he crashed a Golf Cart. The first thing he said to Emma when she showed up was that they matched now.

• Richie has trouble sleeping at night, and falling asleep, so sometimes he'll just dye his hair during the all-nighters. If he's not trying to do that, he'll binge watch some of the shows on his watch list.

• Ruth will paint his nails a new color like every day during lunch or when they are hiding in gym class. It calms Ruth down when she's stressed, giving her something to focus on, and Richie likes having his nails painted since he's horrible at it himself.

[todaysdocument]

Resolution of the Nevada Suffrage Ratification Committee of the National American Woman Suffrage Association

Record Group 46: Records of the U.S. SenateSeries: Petitions and Related Documents That Were Presented, Read, or TabledFile Unit: Petitions and Memorials, Resolutions of State Legislatures, and Related Documents which were Presented, Read, or Tabled during the 65th Congress

handwritten at top of document binder] 33 S Return uncut! [document is typed] Assembly Joint and concurrent Resolution No. [No. is marked through by hand] [handwritten] )-ec center [handwritten] fe WHEREAS, there is now pending before the Senate of the United States a resolution to submit to the several states an amendment to the Constitution of the United States, granting the right of suffrage to women; and [handwritten] fe WHEREAS, the President of the United States has urged the passage of such resolution, not only as an act of justice to the women of America, but as a means of encouraging the acceptance of democratic ideals throughout the civilized world; and WHEREAS, the world war laid its burdens and sacrifices with even hand upon men and women alike, and demanded and received from both the fullest measure of patriotism and devotion, in order that the great purposes for which the war was successfully fought might be permanently secured for the benefit of mankind; and WHEREAS, in the period of re-adjustment and re-construction, upon which we have entered, there will arise the most difficult and far-reaching moral, social, economic, industrial and political problems that must, of necessity, affect the lives of all our people for generations to come, and in the solution of which men and women must equally be concerned; [handwritten line connecting concerned; to THEREFORE] THEREFORE, BE IT [handwritten paragraph symbol] ¶ RESOLVED by the Assembly, the Senate concurring, that the Senate of the United States be hereby requested to immediately pass such resolution to submit to the states for their approval the Susan B. Anthony Amendment to the Constitution of the United States; and [handwritten curved line] [handwritten] overBE IT FURTHER RESOLVED that the Senators from Nevada be requested to present this resolution to the United States Senate and to energetically and actively support the resolution submitting such amendment. [handwritten] St [illegible] [handwritten signatures] Helen I. Belford Sadie D Hurst Mrs I. B. Church Emma G. Vanderhuth Mrs. W. H. Hood Mrs. Mark. Walsen Mrs. F. G. Patrick Fannie U. McKenzie Mrs. C. H. [illegible] Mrs. R. D. Eichelberger Mrs. W. H. Bray Mrs. Christina W. Clark Mrs. Tegmen M Daniel (Mrs) O. H. Mack Mary [illegible] Mary A Boyd [handwritten curved line] [handwritten] Nevada Suffrage Ratification Committee of the National American Woman Suffrage Association Endorsed by The Woman Citizens Club of Reno Nevada