#fire country mama bear

[whumpdoyoumean]

A/N: So, I watched the new Fire Country and was annoyed at the lack of Bode whump. So here's a little something with my ideal version of how that scene in the woods would have gone down (with Vince having managed to actually keep Sharon from going to the fire which was definitely a trap). Spoilers-ish for 1x11, Mama Bear xxx Bode wants to kill him.

He wants to kill Odin.

He’s been angry before. Hell, he’s spent years of his life angry. Had plenty of reason to be, too. But never, ever has he felt fury like this, hot and raging inside of him like a living thing and he wants to destroy the man who’s threatening his family, both blood and found. Who’d almost killed Dolly and Paulie. Who’d set fire to the place that’s become something like home. 

Who’d tried to hurt his mother.

He wants to hit him until there’s nothing left.

Before he can, though, someone is grabbing him from behind, holding onto his raised arm, preventing him from landing a blow.

“No, no. B.” Surprise finds its way through the blinding anger as Bode realizes it’s Jake that’s speaking, his words breathless but firm as he keeps his grip on Bode’s arm. “Hey, listen. You hit him, and you become him.” 

The rage is still burning and Bode tries again to hit the man on the ground. Jake still knows him, though, despite everything, and he must sense it coming because his grip tightens before Bode even has the chance to move and all he manages is a small jerk of his arm. 

“Bode!” Jake is almost desperate now. “Hey. That is exactly what he wants. To take away your chance at the life you deserve. I swear to god, don’t you let him.”

Jake’s words somehow cut through the rage, and Bode finds himself calming enough to speak. “He wants to hurt my mom.”

“I know. I know, but we won’t let him,” Jake says, and Bode allows himself to be pulled backwards as two police officers run forward, dragging Odin to his feet and cuffing him. “See, the police are here, okay? He’s not going anywh--oh my god. Bode. You’re gonna be okay.”

Bode frowns in confusion at Jake's sudden shift in demeanor. “What?”

He looks down, following Jake’s wide-eyed gaze, and his eyes land on the small knife handle sticking out of the middle of his left side, wet dark blooming out around it, staining the orange of his uniform a deep crimson. Bode’s hands shake slightly as his right one reaches up, fingers wrapping around the cold metal. 

“Wait, Bode, don’t--” Jake begins, but Bode is already pulling. 

That’s when the pain hits. He’d had too much adrenaline before to notice the knife but shit he notices it now and he lets out a pained grunt as the knife slips from his grasp and hits the dirt. Blood starts flowing in earnest now, and Bode is hit with a sudden wave of dizziness.

“Oh, shit.”

“Okay, B, easy. Easy,” Jake says, easing Bode back so that he’s lying on the ground. Bode groans as Jake puts pressure on the wound, squirming slightly under his touch.“Hey, I need some help over here! Someone call an ambulance!”

There’s the sound of running footsteps, and then Manny says, “Bode? What the hell happened? Oh, geez…”

“Cap,” Bode gasps, looking up at the concerned face hovering above him. “Go--go get Gabby, please. Keep 'er away. She doesn’t n-need to see this.”

“I’m not leavin’ your side, Bode.”

“Please.”

“I got ‘im, Cap,” Jake says. “Bode’s right, Gabby doesn’t need this right now.”

Manny stares at him for a long moment and then nods. “Okay. Okay, Jake, but you--you don’t--” He swallows hard and lets out a loud breath. 

“I’ve got him,” Jake says firmly, "and we need a first-aid kit over here." Manny nods again before standing and walking out of the clearing. Jake watches him for a moment and then turns back to Bode. “How we doin’?”

“Hurts,” Bode says. “ But ‘ve had worse.”

Jake snorts. "Yeah, okay tough guy."

The circumstances are… less than ideal, but in that moment things almost feel the way they used to, and Bode feels a pang of something close to regret. He's about to say something when there's a sudden commotion, and he can hear the sounds of yelling and branches breaking. He tries to sit up but Jake quickly puts a hand on his chest, keeping him down.

"Whoa, hey. Steady there," Jake says. "It's just your crew."

"They okay?" Bode asks, trying to ignore the worsening pain as he grabs Jake’s wrist, trying and failing to move his hand. He cranes his neck as much as he can manage. "Someone hurt?" 

"No, B, they're fine. Fire’s out. They're just worried about you, man. You're the one who's hurt, remember? So you need to stay still so I can keep pressure on it, right?”

Bode frowns slightly. He’s not hurt that bad, and his guys need him. Jake takes his hand off of his chest and moves it back to keep pressure on the stab wound, and Bode seizes the opportunity to try and sit up. He regrets it immediately--the pain is deep and sharp, and he lets out a cry, his vision going black at the edges as he falls back into the dirt. 

“Damn it, Bode, stay still!”  Jake cries, as another familiar voice says, sounding distant and strange, “Oh my god. I--I got the first-aid kit. Is he okay?”

“Thanks, Freddy,” Jake says. “I need you to get out some gauze for me while I keep pressure, okay? Bode--Jesus--you still with me?”

Bode’s heart is pounding, breath coming in small gasps, but he manages a nod. 

“Do you believe me now?” Jake sounds like he’s trying to sound angry, but his worry is too obvious for Bode to buy it. 

Bode doesn’t say it, but the answer is yes. It’s starting to sink in that maybe Jake is right about him needing to stay still. Even as Jake presses gauze to the hole, Bode can feel the blood soaking his jumpsuit, can feel his own hands growing cold. 

“It’s bad, isn’t it,” he finally says. 

“You’ll be fine.” It’s Freddy that says it, but he sounds terrified and not at all reassuring. 

“He’s right,” Jake agrees. He sounds only marginally more sure. “You’ve just gotta hang in there til the ambo gets here.”

“It’s--it’s bad,” Bode repeats, and his heart sinks as realization hits him like a ton of bricks. “Oh my god, I fucked up.” He barely gets the words out before the tears start, feeling hot against his cool skin. 

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Bode, hey! What’s goin’ on, man? You’re gonna be okay!”

Bode squeezes his eyes shut tight in an attempt to stop the tears, then looks back up at Jake with watery eyes. “No, you don’t--you don’t understand. I--I got tested to see--to see if…”

“To see if you’re a match,” Jake finishes. “Bode, you can’t think about that right now, okay? You have to focus on you.”

“What if I’m a match and I can’t--oh god, I never should’ve g’n after him…” His tongue feels thick and heavy, and the words come out slurred and strange. He blinks heavily, and he can feel unconsciousness pulling at him. 

“No. No, Bode! Don’t sleep! Stay awake, damn you!” 

Freddy’s voice joins Jake’s, frantic and loud. “Bode, stay awake!” 

Bode forces his eyes open, fighting against the darkness at the edges of his vision, the sick dizziness that makes him want to close his eyes to get away from it. 

“Tell my parents--”

“Bode, no--”

“Jake, you gotta…tell my parents ‘m sorry.”

There are hands on his face and shoulders, shaking him, voices saying his name, but there’s nothing he can do to keep from slipping into oblivion. 

xxx 

[daddy-suguru]

comforting cop!toji after a stressful shift

It's nights like these that Toji realizes how much he needs to come home to you. And the endless warm comfort you give him.

✑ tags: cop!toji, curly haired!reader, heavy angst - brief, mentions of death and child abuse, hurt/comfort with eventual smut, daddy/mama, praise, hints of a height difference/size kink, cocksucking

✑ wc: 1.4k

✑ I was supposed to do a small scenario but...that got lost in translation apparently, cop!toji would see some fucked up shit and would come home scarred

You could see it in his sunken, haunted eyes. The scene he had walked into replayed in his head. More personal bits and pieces from his perspective slowly as the liquor, you had to stop him from chugging, loosens his tongue.

A welfare call had led to Toji and Sukuna walking in on a ‘dad’ beating their little girl. While he was too late for the mom, the little girl was now in the hospital and set to move across the country with their grandparents. Who had set off the chain of events, calling for a welfare check that sent Toji and Sukuna out there?

Both of them refused to leave until they saw the mom and little girl. Which resulted in them busting the door down after hearing the girl screaming. The man much to Toji’s delight has resisted arrest.

Giving Toji probable cause to punch him cleanly unconscious. Breaking his jaw, something which you had heard about on the news before Toji got home. His mangled face is a small repayment for what the wife and child had gone through.

Disgust twists his features as the scene loops in his head. He lifts the bottle of whiskey to his lips. Slipping your hand over the tip of the bottle, placing your hand over his. He doesn't look away from the tv.

Standing between Toji's parted thighs. His dark eyes focus on you as he rips himself out of his thoughts. Taking the bottle from him and setting it on the side table. While insisting,

"Drinking won't help, I'll book you an appointment for Sunday. " It had taken a while before you found someone who Toji wants to work with. Since he didn't open up very easily and resisted the idea of needing help at first. But for all the trouble finding the right therapist for your husband was worth it.

Reminding Toji, "That little girl is alive and going to their worried grandparents because of you. You got there as fast as you could. We can go see her tomorrow morning, bring her a stuffed toy and some balloons." He cups your cheek and leans forward.

Pressing his head to yours', "Yeah, we can. She had a rabbit there, could get her another one. Replace it." His words weren't even slurring. Years of pounding back drinks with Sukuna to help cope had built his tolerance too high.

Toji firmly believed he would be an alcoholic by now if not for you and your endless patience. With your soothing voice, gentle hands, and the intoxicating smell of your lotion. He could focus only on you, let your presence consume him.

Tugging on his hand, "Let's go for a shower, then we can go out back. Start a fire and stare up at the stars, lose ourselves to nature." The house outside of town made him worried.

The four large trained police pit bulls roaming the property and house eased his mind. Along with bearing witness to how well you've honed your shooting skills eased his mind. To where he adores the peace of the woods, helping him escape from the weight of his job.

Quietly standing up, wrapping his arms around you, squeezing your body to his. Pressing your face into his chest, grabbing onto his white shirt. Which he always wore underneath his black uniform t-shirt.

Sweeping you off your feet, cradling you to his chest. Carrying you towards the bathroom. Nudging the door shut with his foot. Then he sits you down on the counter and goes to start the shower.

Toji stands in front of you, holding his arms up for you to peel off his shirt. He places his arms on the edge of the counter. As you toss his shirt into the hamper, he leans down, pressing his lips to yours.

The taste of whiskey, coke, and cigarettes on Toji's lips. He parts his lips with yours and he slips his tongue past. Grabbing your hips and pressing your body against yours.

Toji had always been a very physical man. While he had a silver tongue, talking about his feelings never came naturally to him. Losing himself in your touch and seeking comfort in physical pleasure came naturally to him. And you could never deny him the comfort.

Tracing the deep lines of his abs, down to his v, which you follow to his belt. Which you undo with practice ease. Unzipping his pant, pushing them down with his underwear.

Toji steps out of them and lifts you off the counter. Wrapping your legs around his waist, he rubs small circles with his fingers into the crease of your hips. While he softly groans into your mouth.

Pushing the shower curtain open. While holding your body with one arm with ease. He steps into the tub, with his back to the warm spray of water. You unwrap your legs and Toji sets you down.

He keeps you closer, letting the water rush over your body. Moments of silence with Toji, holding you close, pass by. As you listen to the beating of his heart. With your arms wrapping around him as much as you can.

Slowly pulling away, "Going to clean you up Daddy, get you feeling better." The corner of his lips curls into a small smile. As you reach behind him, grabbing his sponge, stuck to the wall by a suction, pressing your breasts behind him.

He picks up the soap on the rim of the bathtub. Holding the sponge out in front of him. While he squirts his liquid soap onto it before setting it back down on the rim of the bathtub.

Rubbing his chest with small circles, covering his thick pecs. You have argued, much to Toji's distaste, that he has tits. Sliding your sponge down to his abs, drifting down to his navel. Where you slide your soaped-up hand lower, wrapping your fingers around his cock.

Toji groans, "You're too sweet on me, mama. Afterward, you'll have to let me lather you up with soap." He grabs your conditioner, which he pours heaps up onto into his palm.

Smearing it between both hands, starting at your roots. Toji gentling massaging in the cream. As his cock grows thicker in your hand, the blood rushes into it quickly. While he pushes out anything other thought other than you.

Telling Toji, "I've been missing your warm, large hands on my body Daddy. You didn't give me a long enough hug before you left this morning." With Toji's line of work, you never let him leave without a hug or kiss. Out of fear of never seeing Toji again.

Your conditioner mixes with the smell of his body wash. While the gentle stroking of your hand along his cock quickly builds tension in Toji's gut. As he tries to focus more so on spreading the conditioner to the tips of your curls.

Stepping back and turning around for him to gather your curly hair to pin up with a large claw clip. This way the conditioner could work to hydrate your curls without getting in the way.

Facing Toji who is rising the soap off his chest, abs, and cock. The water ran over his large wide shoulders. While come follows along the curve of his pecs. Where some drops drip off, while others trickle down his abs.

A thick stream of water runs off his cock, hanging from the heaviness of his girth and length. His cock barely hides his fat balls. Toji widely smirks at you, "Looking hungry for me mama." Sticking his sponge to the wall and kneeling before Toji.

Grabbing his cock, wrapping your legs around him, and taking half of him. Swirling your hand along the other half of his cock. Cupping as much of his balls, gently massaging him with your palm and fingers.

There was a certain way that made his thighs tremble. Quickly bobbing your head, slipping into your throat, gagging around him. Your throat squeezes his cock and your soft hand on his balls has his legs shaking.

Groaning, "You're too damn good mama. So wet and hot, looking up at me so sweetly. Hmm ma, suck my fat cock just like that." Bracing himself by placing his hand on the wall to brace himself.

Swirling your tongue around his tip. The sweetness of his pre-cum makes your mouth. The vibrations makes him jerk his cock deep into your mouth. As you fight the urge to jerk your head back out of reflex.

Relaxing your throat, only to gag around him as your eyes burn with tears. You slowly pull away till you just have his tip in your mouth. Pumping your tongue along the underside of him. Before curling your tongue and rubbing that fat puffy vein on the left side of his cock.

m.list

[issybee06]

Because…

Part ii

Warnings: swearing, smoking, underage drinking, trauma but it's ✨trauma✨, bad flirting, uncomfortable conversations, bro Kakashi is still 18…just a baby, TI building shenanigans, insomnia, coffee addiction…thats a warning right?

Eunoia

(n.) beautiful thinking;a well mind

…………………………………………………………………..……

I sigh, squeezing the bridge of my nose as I push back from the lad bench. It was 3 in the fucking morning and I was still here in this tiny lab.

Anbu had returned home two days ago, severely wounded, with one of their comrades dead. They had been in the Stone Country when they encountered their enemy and a new poison. A new poison meant a new threat, and that meant I was pulled from my 3-day break on the first day.

My head fell back and I looked up at the grey ceiling, closing my eyes when the fluorescent light began to sting. Yeah…this is better than fieldwork my ass.

It could be worse, I reminded myself as I unconsciously reached for my chest to press the grey fabric... This is why I picked this job.

Groaning, I stand up. I look down at my notes, all scribbled and messy, 1/3 of it was Japanese, another was fucking scroll marking and the rest was just chicken scratch…how the fuck was I supposed to read that when I could see straight?

That's a problem for future me, I think as I walk out of the lab, closing the door firmly behind me. I don’t bother with turning the lights off…I’m coming back. Walking down the hall, I stuff my hands into my pockets.

Moving to the kitchen, I open the cabinets to grab the unground coffee beans before dumping my version of a cup into the machine.

I grab a glass bear bottle, dumping the residue into the sink before washing it out and then filling it with water. I fill the coffee maker with water, before pressing the button, filling the quiet quarters with the irritating grinding.

Sliding to the ground, I sit with my back against the cabinet. TI was…grey. The walls, the uniforms, everything was grey. The only colorful thing here was the people, I smirk slightly.

“SENSEI!!”

The world was on fire, licking at my face and burning my hands.

Konoha was gone, flattened by the heels of the fox demon. Houses, trees, hills, and buildings all whipped away like crumbs on a table by the claws and nine swishing tails.

I go to run, only to be dragged back by arms circling my waist.

“Let me go! I can save them! I CAN SAVE THEM!!!”

“Don't be stupid!”

Kakashi…he pulled me close to his chest as tears cleaned the dirt and ash off my face. I sob, falling to the ground and he falls with me, burying his face into my hair to hide his tears.

“…there's nothing we can do.”

BEEP BEEP BEEP

“Mother fucker…?”

I open my eyes, pulling myself up to see that the coffee was done.

“Oh fuck yes, come to mama.”

I grab a mug, pouring the black liquid into it, “you are going to keep my body functional…”

Inhaling, I move back down the hall to the lab. Looking down, my eyes droop at seeing my chicken scratch notes. You know what? Inoichi can just use his freaky mind powers to pick at my brain.

I sit back down, taking a sip before placing the cup on the desk. I lean on my hand, mental deciphering the notes as I switch back and forth between the papers and the microscope.

This poison…it isn’t like anything I’ve studied before.

When Inoichi, Ibiki and I had gone to the Autopsy of the Anbu member it was too hard to look…he was almost interlay eaten away on one side; skin, muscle and bone.

The poison had disintegrated him, but when we took the samples and stored them in the glass test tubes…nothing happened.

This poison only ate away at living tissue, and not just flesh but also flora too I had come to realize after running a few test.

I reach for a tube, holding it up to the light.The poison was oddly pretty…it was an almost impossible electric blue, reminding me of chakra almost.

My job was to break this sucker down, find out what made it tick, then use my finding to conduct an antidote with the help of the medical core.

“Fucking chemistry…” I sigh, placing the tube back and replacing it with my coffee.

As I sip, the lab door opens.

“Setsuko-Chan…is my shift done already?”

The young women blushes, adjusting her glasses, “I-I’m truly sorry I’m late Senju-Hime! I promise it won’t hap-”

I raise my hand, continuing to chug the coffee down. She shuts her mouth, gulping.

I place the empty cup down, giving her a smile, “don’t worry about it, I get into my groove around this time anyways.”

She breathes out a sigh of relief and I can’t help but raise my brow at this kid. She’s a Chunin, fresh Chunin, that Inoichi recruited after seeing her skills in making laxative drugs out of berries during the forest part of the exams. I thought she was hilarious, I knew one of the kids she got, and I think that’s why I liked her.

I stand, grabbing my old notes and handing her the clearer ones.

“Here’s my findings, coffees in the pot-don’t accidentally drink the poison…I’ve done that once.”

She makes a concern face as I walk past her, heading to the front to clock out.

It’s still winter, I think to myself as snow lightly flutters down from the sky. The walk back to the apartment, thank the gods, isn’t that long but I can’t seem to stop myself from dragging my feet as I walk. My shift…was from 3pm to 3am, you do the math, and I was really starting to feel those fucking hours.

I was praying silently that Genma would leave me the fuck alone when I got home, he never did and always seemed to break something in our shared apartment.

My relationship with Genma…i wouldn’t ever say I was closer to the lay back brunette then our other childhood teammate Gai, but we just understood each other a little more.

Nothing about our relationship was sexual, he just didn’t want to buy and pay rent for an apartment and I understood that. We shared the rent, 50/50 and split the chores somewhat evenly. He did the cleaning while I cooked, I was not going to let someone who burns water cook in my kitchen.

We had offered Gai a room in the apartment, but then Kakashi bought his own apartment and Gai just had to beat his rival by buy a bigger one.

I stop, looking over at the bright lights of the 24-hour open food shop that was set up for Shinobi. I didn’t want to cook…but I had only drank coffee and ate food pills while working to minimize how much cross contamination could happen in the lab, and I was starving.

Heading in, I raise a hand in creating to the shop owner who smiled in return. I move to the frozen food, eyes zeroing in on the microwaveable soup dumplings. They were shitty, but so good at the same time.

I grab two boxes, knowing Genma was going to bitch and complain if I didn’t get him something. I also grab two soda bottles, more coffee beans, and a can of cat food for my cat, not me.

I head to the register and the old man smiles, “hard work today?”

I smile kindly, “yes, but it’s worth it right?”

The old man nods, “you Shinobi do a great service to the village, remember that.”

He hands me my spoils in s paper bag, and I pay up. Walking out, I give him another wave before making a B-line towards the apartment.

I sigh, opening the door but furrow my brows when I find not only Genma up, but also four other shinobi that do not pay rent, in the living room playing cards.

“Genma…it’s 3 fucking 30.”

He grins and the others snap their necks to look at me. My confusion fades and I sigh, “of course it’s you guys, hi Gai-kun.”

Gai grins, a faint blush on his cheeks from the Saké. Next to him on the couch is Kakashi, which is a surprise, in the armchair sits Ebisu and on the floor is Asuma who is smoking what looks like to be his third cigarette.

Ebisus face turns crimson and I raise a brow, shutting the door. Ebisu always seemed to have a crush on me-well, he did have a crush on any woman who breaths-but I never understood why…I punched him in the face when we were kids.

Genma jumps up, drunkenly giving me a wet kiss on my cheek.

“Hime~ come play cards with us! I know for a fact you’re a better gambler then your cousin!”

I duck under his arm, “ no can do, Babes, I’m crashing. But I brought food.”

Asuma and Gai perk up, getting up to see what to had.

“That’s a relief-don’t look at my cards Ebisu!”

“Gods Asuma! I wasn’t!” Ebisu groan, also getting up.

Kakashi stayed on the couch, eye staring straight as his sneaked sips of his Saké. I frown at him, opening the packages of soup dumplings. The boys hover, sitting on the counter top and island as I cook for them. I knew Kakashi was watching, I could feel his eyes burning the back of my head.

Dishing out the food, I give the boys a tired smile.

“Welp, I’m beat…don’t stay up drinking again.” I warn, walking to my room as the shinobi in my living room all but jump on the food.

I pulling off the lab coat, then the grey TI jacket revealing my white tank top and the sealing that began on my back, can up onto my shoulders and wrapped around my arms.

I sigh in relief, those grey jackets were heavy and uncomfortable. Unbuttoning my pants, I hear a soft tap on my door.

I open it, and a soft blush rises to my face when I see Kakashi leaning on the door frame with his arms crossed over his chest. It wasn’t a commanding look, quite frankly he looked like he was about to bolt if I spooked him.

“Can I help you?”

He clenched, then unclenched his jaw, “…the poison, do you have any new leads?”

Ah, work. I had almost forgotten he was apart of the small circle of people who knew of the poison.

I wave him in, “yeah, come in we can go over it.”

I nods, stiffly walking in. I close the door behind me and walk over to my desk were I had sent my jacket down. Fishing threw the large pocket, I pull out my notes.

Blushing, I hand them over, “sorry…when I get tired I switch between real words and sealing symbols…and then just random shit.”

Kakashi looked over the messy writing, and if he couldn’t read it he didn’t voice it, all he did was look over at me with his tired eye, “…I remember you used to switch between kanji and Fūinjutsu symbols, old habit?”

I blush harder, not thinking he’d remember something like that-hell, even Genma would forget and get pissed trying to read my notes.

He looked away, his milky skin showing just a bit of color. He sunk into my desk chair, lifting his hitae-ate to reveal his gifted eye.

I move to my bed, flopping down on it as I waited for him to finish storing all my notes into his memory. I felt a small shift, and was treated with a high pitch meow as my cat decided to show himself.

I smile, scratching behind his brown eye as his big blue eyes blinked slowly at me. He purred, flopping onto his side and I continued to pet him, almost therapeutic like.

Kakashi made a noise and I look over at him, but his eyes stayed away.

“I…uh, Arigatō.”

I snort, “it’s fine, Kakashi. You don’t have to thank me.”

He made a face, and my eyes soften. He was raised right, Sakumo made sure of that. Kakashi had been a little shit when we were growing up together, but over the years as he grew he began to fall more and more back into his father’s teachings (whether he knew it or not).

I sit up, and Kakashis eye stays on me, “when’d you get a cat?”

I look down at the rag doll, smiling.

“My Kaa-San got him for me when he was a kitten…birthday present.”

Kakashi nodded, and the air went tense again as we both couldn’t seem to decide if we wanted to have our eyes stay locked or if they were going to wander.

“…does he have a name?”

Was this 20 questions? How much did he drink…?

Sober Kakashi wouldn’t bother with this, he would have left by now, and I don’t just mean my room but the whole apartment. Sober Kakashi wouldn’t be sitting at my desk, cheeks red.

“…his name is Saké.”

He snorts.

He fucking snorts at that.

“You named you cat after an alcoholic beverage?”

My legs cross and I wave my hand, “no, no. I didn’t name him, Genma did! I wasn’t even home when my Kaa-San dropped him off!”

Kakashi shakes his head, softly chuckling and I smile back. He really did have a nice laugh…

He stands, and I do too. My cheeks pink when I have to look up to meet his eyes.

He grew since joining the ANBU…

We stare at each other, both of our faces slightly flushed. We haven’t seen each other since Gais birthday, and that was a month ago. He had been close back then too, so close.

“…I should go.”

I release my breath, nodding, “Y-yeah, it’s getting late.”

He gulps, brushing past me as he reaches for the door nob. He twists it, but doesn’t open it.

“…I could read your notes, I understood it.”

And then he’s gone.

[simplymanuela]

Bode, you do something stupid, you pursue this guy, and you hurt everybody you care about. My dad, your crew, your parents... What about you? I’d be heartbroken.

Fire Country 1.11 | Mama Bear

[fellpurpose]

"Hey, guy."

The seated Owain receives a thundering tap against his shoulder. If he turns around, he'd stare up at a man so large he doesn't just tower over him. He Goddess Towers over him, Duma Towers over him.

"You're not the type to turn down a challenge, yeah? Mama didn't raise you a chicken?" He cracks a smirk. There isn't a soul this side of the country who'd take disrespect to their mama lying down. "Arm wrestle me then, here and now! Some other guys got me fired up, and now I've got to take on anyone who looks like a decent fight."

He swivels to the other side of the table the blonde is seated at, clearing away any food, drink, or personal effects with a broad swipe of his arm. Then, after setting his arm down in a ready position, he places a small bell on his side of the counter.

"This's all yours is you can come out on top."

//he rolled a three. a fucking three.

odin turns with calculated flair, locking eyes with an unfamiliar, yet impressively hulking figure. the sight of the man sends a tumult of adrenaline coursing through his veins, akin to a tempest's fury!

the stranger knows how to grab one's attention — albeit in an unrefined manner, but effective all the same. it ignites a grin upon his lips that rivals the gleam of a moonlit blade. "what's this? a challenge, you say? a gauntlet thrown down, daring the depths of darkness that dwell within? HA! i shall seize your challenge with fervor, as a fated one meets the yawning, abyssal maw of a ravenous beast!

an intense gaze locks onto his opponent. odin swivels accordingly to meet his match. "prepare yourself, noble challenger, for you stand against the unyielding might of ODIN DARK, scion of shadows, wielding the arcane power of heroes past and champions yet to come!"

with a deft flourish, the mage retrieves a pristine white feather from the folds of his cape, elevating it like a sacred talisman before placing it beside the bell. "and let this feather," he proclaims grandiosely, "serve as a memento of the strength you encountered tonight. may it stir the embers of your spirit and IGNITE the flames of your resolve, for within the crucible of defeat lies the seeds of future triumph!"

odin offers a smirk of his own as he aligns his arm with his adversary's. indeed, this was the stuff of shadowed lore! "COME! let all bear witness to our dark duel, and let the earth tremble beneath the weight of our shadowed contest!"

/ WHAT IF I TOLD YOU THEY'RE EVENLY MATCHED LMAOOOOO

WHAT NOW ORO. WHAT DO WE FUCKIN DO NOW!!!!! THEYRE GONNA BE AT IT FOR HOURS!!!!

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More RBA Human Drawings, Hotshot and Medix + HC's

Medix HC's

Medix is on the spectrum for autism and that's why he doesn't get some stuff that the others say at times + medical stuff and music are things that peeks his interest the most

Since Medix is the youngest (my au) Whirl is like mama bear, so whenever something bothers him (Medix) or he's overwhelmed from something, the first bot he goes to is Whirl + if there is something that Medix is too young to see, Whirl covers his optics and say look away

Organization is something that keeps Medix calm after a long day and if the others sees that he's bored they give him a bag of beads, pasta, sea shells etc, and he'll organize it

Dangerous animals are something Medix has no conscious fear of, he just thinks their cute and wants them as a pet

This baby loves gore movies and series, like really loves gore movies and series, I think he does because he thinks he might see human injures with stuff like that someday on an actual rescue and he wants to be prepared, he watches shows like: 9-1-1, lone Star, Country fire, etc

Hotshot annoyed Medix one time while he was organizing stuff and Medix went to Whirl to ask permission to cuss at Hotshot, Medix got permission and called Hotshot a Fragger, leaving everyone shocked and Heatwave happy cause he's not allowed to cuss at his students

Toys are something that he loves

Hotshot HC's

Hotshot flinches a lot, and it ranges from Heatwave yelling at him, someone surprising him, or scary movies/stories

Hotshot is FTM (female to male)

He still has lucky ducky, he knows it's not actually lucky, but, he loves it, and it's a reminder that he'll always have his confidence

He checks up on Mock (Mach) and Glow a lot in his free time but not so much for Scorch, he'll only check up on him if he's with Mock and Glow

Hotshot unconsciously pushes himself to the limit, he wants to be perfect in the eyes of his mentor (Heatwave) and with all the yelling that Heatwave directs to Hotshot, and Hotshot being young, it effected Hotshot's metal health

Medix compares Hotshot to Evan Buckley on 9-1-1, Hotshot has no clue what Medix is talking about but the others do (if you know, you know)

When it's movie night and everyone wants to watch a horror movie, Hotshot goes and sits next to Wedge (✨gay✨)

Hotshot gets silent panic attacks whenever he doesn't get something right and Heatwave scolds him

Boulder is surprisingly Hotshot's favorite teachers, he never feels like he has to be perfect around Boulder + he hopes that when Brushfire gets a mentor that she'll get Boulder

This boy is slightly like a mini Scorch, when he first started cube he copied everything Scorch did as if they were brothers

He's kinda a book worm, and if it comes to being faster or new cube moves he studies about stuff to get it right

That's all the HC's I got

Note: Medix didn't come out how I wanted but he still looks cute

Have a good day/night!

@asmoteeth @blueberry-cute-cat @sphnyspinspin

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Crazy & Cold: Baston x Reader

~~~

Most people probably would've called you crazy. They were probably right too, as they often seemed to be. But you didn't care what anyone thought, you knew what you liked and you were never one to care about what others thought of you. Right now though, you knew you'd done something insane.

Three days ago, you'd made an impulsive decision to travel through one of the largest National Parks in the country - Ebbott National Park. Situated around the mountain of its namesake, the park was just about a thousand square miles and it was primarily all boreal forest. This time of year when the world was covered in snow, most of the wildlife was either hibernating or had migrated to warmer regions, but you knew there was still a sizable predator population regardless of the time of year. Timberwolf packs, grizzly bears, cougars, and more were sighted frequently almost year round.

But you weren't afraid, you'd been venturing in the wilderness for most of your adult life now, and one thing you'd quickly learned was that most predators were more scared of you than you were of them. Sure, you'd had a few close calls before, like that time you'd nearly come face to face with a mama bear and her two cubs or that time a cougar had stalked you for five miles before losing interest. Still, you'd learned from these experiences and were all the stronger for it.

Things had been going well, until the weather suddenly took a turn for the worse. A freak snowstorm formed midmorning on the second day while you were away from your campsite taking pictures. Visibility dropped to zero in moments and you were forced to take shelter in a narrow crevice between two boulders. By the time the storm had let up, six extra inches of snow had accumulated on the already snowy ground and evening was drawing nearer.

With daylight nearly none existent and temperatures dropping further, you were forced to make camp where you'd sheltered. Thankfully, you still had your rucksack that had the majority of the gear you'd packed. The little hatchet you'd brought wasn't ideal but it was enough to chop up deadwood and fallen branches, which gave you enough fuel for a fire that would last a few hours.

You ended the second day huddled up in your solar blanket next to a small campfire, eternally grateful you'd splurged and bought it last week. Hopefully visibility would be better in the morning so you could find your way back to your campsite. You only had a small package of beef jerky and a bag of trail mix for food but at least water wouldn't be a problem, so long as you could keep your fire going to actually boil some snow.

The weather on the third day was much clearer, although the temperature had dropped and you woke up shivering in the wee hours of the moment. After warming up for a little bit and eating a little of what food you did have, you set out to find your way back to camp.

Unfortunately, you were further off the trail than you'd originally thought and even with your compass, you were unsuccessful to get back and only ended up more lost. Still, you tried to stay calm, as there was no point in panicking. You only needed to travel East afterall and you would eventually leave the park.

Then you accidentally fell down a cliff. You'd only been trying to get a good look at the surrounding area, when the rocky ledge beneath your feet gave way and you were sent tumbling down a steep decline. While you were fortunate not to crack your head on a rock, you ended up with some major bruising on your torso and limbs. On top of that, your right ankle was incredibly painful to put any weight on and you were now even further away from your original campsite.

With your current condition, there was no way you would be climbing back up, so your only choice was to try to make your way around the mountain if you were going to get out of here. That is, if you even could get that far. Your ankle could be broken or at least badly sprained, which would make that walk twice as long.

For now, you managed to half hobble and half crawl until you found a sturdy stick that could support your weight. If you leaned on it, you could at least walk, albeit slowly. This was going to be difficult.

~~~

You walked for most of the day, only stopping to rest every few hours or if you spotted any decent fuel for the evening's fire that wasn't hard to carry. You tried to remain in high spirits and keep yourself distracted from the pain, but it was difficult.

You talked to yourself a bunch, both to distract yourself but also to keep any would be predators away. When you got bored of that, you resorted to singing some of your favorite songs instead.

As the sun began to sink below the horizon, you began keeping an eye out for a place to make camp, ultimately deciding on resting near an old fallen tree. Since it would block the wind and help keep anything from sneaking up behind you, but it wouldn't protect you from the elements if it snowed again tonight.

You set about gathering more deadwood and anything that would burn good to add to what you'd already collected. The fire started pretty easily and you purified more water as well as eating more trail mix and jerky. You managed to cut some pine boughs with your hatchet to make a barrier between the snow and yourself this time, but didn't have the energy to attempt anything else. Having done what you could, you settled in with your solar blanket for another cold, restless night.

Just past three in the morning, you woke with a start to movement outside the glow of your campfire. You strained your eyes in the darkness around you, only to discover, to your horror, that there were multiple pairs of eyes watching you from between the trees. From the size of the creatures, you estimated they belonged to a small pack of wolves but you couldn't be sure how many there were. They appeared to just be watching you for now, but you knew they would likely jump at the opportunity if they thought you would be an easy meal.

You quickly added more fuel to the fire to create more light, hoping this would help to deter the beasts. But just in case the flames didn't, you grabbed your hatchet and walking stick, both of which were probably the best weapons you could use to defend yourself.

You kept surveying the woods and watching for any sign of the beasts should they approach. Whenever one seemed to decide to test you and step into your little circle of light, you shouted and smacked your walking stick against the fallen tree to scare it away. This worked for the most part, but the pack showed no signs of giving up just yet. You resorted to occasionally throwing chunks of snow and ice at them, hoping to spook them into running off, but that didn't seem very effective either.

As the hours stretched on, you were starting to become increasingly concerned that the wolves would never leave. You could count at least six individuals circling around the firelight and you didn't know what you would do if they decided to attack. You were tired, sore, and really wanted to just sleep. On top of that, you'd used all the firewood you had collected and your fire was about to die. When it did, you were afraid the wolves would no longer be held at bay.

Crack

The loud sound echoed throughout the forest and sounded like it originated from somewhere behind the fallen tree you were huddled up against. For a moment, you froze as your heart leapt into your throat. Even the wolves stood stock still, their ears flitting back and forth from something only they could hear.

Something else was out there.

Something big.

Something powerful.

Something that even these wolves were leary of.

You gripped your hatchet tightly in your left hand and using the sturdy stick, struggled to your feet. Whatever was coming, you were going to have to put on quite a show to even stand a chance.

But what could it be? Cougars were ambush predators and certainly wouldn't take on a whole pack of wolves. Bears were mostly hibernating during this time of year and they tended to only be aggressive over food or their young. There wasn't a single apex predator that you could think of who would have a reason to come after wolves.

You were barely able to comprehend what happened next. First, you heard something tearing through the snow off to your right. Then, a loud thunk followed by yelping from the wolves before they turned tail and fled for their lives.

You couldn't believe your eyes. Where there had been nothing but darkness before, there was the hulking figure of...something...hunched over a now very dead wolf with a massive axe embedded in what remained of its torso.

You didn't know what to do. This was no mere beast of the wild. No, you were looking at something far more monstrous. But now that the immediate source of his rage, the wolves, were gone, what would he do with you?

The hulking figure shifted and in one fluid motion, yanked the massive axe from the animal as if it weighed nothing. Dark liquid dripped from the edges of the blade, staining the pristine white snow with what you knew was the wolf's blood. The figure was breathing heavily and you glimpsed a sort of eerie red glow around his head as he turned towards you.

You gasped and a shudder ran through your trembling body. The figure in front of you was no man and he was no beast either. You were staring into the face of death itself.

A skeletal face stared back at you, unfeeling and uncaring. His right socket was blank and had splintering cracks around the edges. His left bore a singular, glowing, red eyelight that quivered at the edges and took up most of the socket it occupied. He had a wide, crazed grin that could rival the Cheshire Cat himself, but the most shocking thing of all, was the large, gaping hole that covered nearly half of his skull just above his still working socket.

And his attention was now solely on you.

You felt like how a mouse must feel when cornered by a cat. There was nothing you could do against the sheer display of power you'd just witnessed from this monster. So, you did the one thing you'd never done before when faced with a hostile predator.

You dropped your hatchet. It was a completely involuntary action. You'd just dropped the one thing you could reasonably use to defend yourself and all because you couldn't hide your fear. This wasn't anything like facing off against an angry mama grizzly. You would die horribly here.

You took half a step back but found your back against the old tree trunk. There was nothing you could do. You would've rather fought the wolves than endure whatever torture was awaiting you at the hands of this...monster.

The skeleton took a step forward, then another, until he was standing on the other side of your fire, that was now reduced to barely a few glowing embers. He kept hold of his weapon but slowly lowered it's vicious head into the snow.

"human..."

His voice was deep and guttural, rivaling the growl of even the largest of bears. Yet he spoke with no hostility, only stating the most basic of facts.

You swallowed thickly and inhaled a shaky breath. What did he want with you? He'd just saved your life, hadn't he?

"Th-thank you..." was all you managed to stutter. Immediately you felt stupid. A freak of nature just chased off an entire pack of hungry wolves and all you had to say was 'thank you'?!

He only grunted in response. Either he was a man of few words or he was feeling just as awkward as you were. You couldn't tell and his lack of conventional facial expressions wasn't making it any easier.

You could feel the way his singular eyelight was examining you. Although it seemed like he was merely assessing your current state rather than being perverted.

You cleared your throat awkwardly, "My name's (Y/N). What's yours?" You held out your left hand in what you hoped he'd only see as a friendly gesture.

A long pause. "baston," he answered in a quieter tone. He didn't shake your hand though, instead remaining stock still on the other side of your little camp.

You bit your lower lip nervously. "I see... Nice to meet you, Baston." You finally tore your gaze away from him and glanced down at the ground.

Oh right, your fire was basically out. You had spent all the precious fuel you'd managed to forage on keeping the flame bright enough to keep the wolves away. Without the warmth it had provided, you were quickly becoming chilled.

You saw Baston shift out of the corner of your vision and then he began walking away. "Wait! Where are you...?" Your desperate cries seemed to fall on deaf ears and his hulking figure disappeared into the darkness.

"Don't leave me..." You almost couldn't believe it, but with all the stress of the last few days, combined with the shock of what had just happened, you desperately didn't want to be alone any more. Even if your only company was a terrifying skeleton monster.

You sank to the ground and pulled your solar blanket around yourself. You had nothing left. Your energy was spent and you felt too overwhelmed to even begin to cope with this anymore.

~~~

The next thing you knew was warmth.

You smelled smoke and you could hear the distinct popping sound from a large bonfire.

You sat bolt upright, only to find yourself in some sort of makeshift shelter made of tented pine boughs. Barely giving yourself time to question this new development, you crawled out of the shelter and quickly glanced around.

Other than the roaring flames of a campfire that dwarfed any of the fires you'd ever made, your gaze immediately fell on your mysterious skeletal benefactor. He sat on a log that definitely hadn't been there earlier nearby the fire, patiently cleaning his weapon. Every now and then, he'd bring it close to his face and examine the edge, then resume his ministrations as if it wasn't sharp enough already.

He paused and then slowly turned his skull towards you, as if sensing your gaze. There was no emotion to speak of in his face but he didn't seem dangerous right now either. His red eyelight had shrank to about half the size of earlier which you weren't entirely sure what that meant. He seemed so relaxed right now, downright domestic even.

"Baston?" you asked quietly.

He tilted his skull in a questioning sort of way, but said nothing.

Taking that as the go ahead to continue, you decided to ask something else. "You helped me...again?"

"yes," was his straightforward answer.

"Why? What do you want from me?"

He seemed to consider this for a moment, before shrugging his massive shoulders and resuming wiping down his axe. You were wondering if that was all you were going to get out of him, when he finally responded.

"you were hurt...in trouble too. i just helped, not sure why."

You frowned slightly, "How'd you know I was...?" You trailed off, not entirely sure if you really wanted an answer to that question.

He had an indescribable expression on his face at that. "i tracked you...for a while. not hard to track humans, you make so much noise..." he murmured.

"How long is a while? I've only been out here for about three days, Baston." You weren't sure if you really wanted an answer to that question but it would drive you crazy just wondering about it.

He seemed to think for a moment. "about two days." He said it so casually, as if it was the most normal thing in the world to admit to effectively stalking someone.

You felt a chill run down your spine. All this time...he'd been nearby all this time. He could've killed you at any point and yet he hadn't.

"Why were you tracking me in the first place?" you asked cautiously.

"had to make sure you weren't up to no good. many humans come here. some are good and only look. some are bad and make a mess." He laid the axe down against the log, seemingly satisfied with it, before looking sharply back at you.

"but none come here in the winter. you're a crazy one, huh?" His permanent grin seemed to quirk at the edges and his working socket crinkled at the corner in what you thought was an amused look.

You felt your cheeks heat up and you looked away in embarrassment. Ironic, even he thought you were crazy. "Yeah, I am crazy. I like the snow and I like the forest. I even like how quiet it is compared to the busy city. It's just...freeing in a way, if that makes sense."

He studied you for a moment before saying, "yeah, the city's too busy. humans move too fast, nature takes its time. it's better that way." You got the impression that he was speaking from experience, but he didn't seem willing to elaborate further.

Now that it was brighter out, you could see him properly which certainly helped him seem less scary. His clothing was very obviously handmade and it was sewn from a myriad of furs and skins. While the craftsmanship was rough, you could see it was also skillful and rather creative.

Baston had a dull blue coat that looked like it had been dyed with a homemade dye and a large hood that was trimmed with what you suspected was wolf fur from the colour. Otherwise, he was also wearing pants, boots, and mittens although neither of these were dyed and were instead made from hides and trimmed with fur. Overall, his clothing looked very warm and comfortable which, while you had decent winter gear, you were still slightly jealous of him.

Baston made a sound like he was clearing his throat before asking, "are you hungry?"

You felt like you were starving and nodded. "Yeah, I haven't eaten much solid food ever since the first day I got out here."

Baston nodded and stood up. He moved to the other side of the fire and drew a large hunting knife from a sheath on his belt. To your surprise, there was a makeshift roasting spit with cooked meat on it. He carved a decent sized chunk out of the roast and approached you again. If you weren't so hungry, you probably would've thought the idea of plain meat was boring, but your body was craving protein and you weren't about to be picky.

You took the chunk of meat and ate it without thought or complaint. It was a bit tough and definitely tasted gamey, but you didn't care. It was good. You didn't notice until after you'd completely consumed the meat, that Baston had stayed put, simply watching you intently. He continued to stare and you were a little more than intimidated.

"Um, thank you, Baston." You frowned thoughtfully and asked, "Was that...the wolf from last night?"

Baston blinked and you realized he must've zoned out. He nodded and his permanent grin widened slightly. "yep, it's not a good time of year but i hate wasting a kill."

"I would've eaten it regardless, but again, thank you." You paused and looked away from him. Your gaze landed on his axe still leaning against the log and you had another question. "Do you hunt often?"

He shrugged, "whenever i can, especially this time of year when food is scarce..." His expression darkened significantly and his eyelight shrank further.

Feeling slightly alarmed, you tried to stand up to comfort him, but stumbled and nearly fell over. Before you could faceplant in the snow, strong hands caught your shoulders and kept you from falling.

Baston had actually caught you, and for a moment, neither of you seemed to have the ability to speak. His grip was like a steel trap and you could feel the sharp points of his phalanges even through his fur mittens.

You knew you were blushing from how embarrassing this whole situation had become. Of course you would forget that you were injured and make a fool of yourself by being clumsy. "Th-thanks," you murmured softly and looked away from him.

There was a long pause before Baston grunted in acknowledgement and hesitantly relaxed his grip on your shoulders, although he didn't let go entirely. Probably to keep you from falling again.

"i almost forgot you were hurt," he stated. "you should be resting or you'll make it worse." His voice had taken on a sterner tone and you couldn't help but feel like he was scolding you.

"I know, but I'm fine. I probably just sprained my ankle or something like that. It's not the end of the world, okay?" you retorted.

The look Baston gave you seemed like he didn't believe you. In fact, he actually seemed a bit shocked that you had brushed him off so quickly like that. "let me look at it," he said in that same serious tone, not even giving you a choice in the matter.

You huffed and crossed your arms, "You really don't need to. I told you I'm fine..."

Baston cut your protests off by suddenly picking you up like a sack of potatoes, eliciting a shocked gasp from you. He moved back over to the log and sat down, setting you in his lap as he did so. "i need to know you're okay and not just pretending to be, (y/n)," he murmured quietly.

You could feel his breath against your face as he spoke and inadvertently shuddered. Besides feeling rather intimidated right now, you were also a bit confused to put it simply. Why was he so insistent on helping you? What was his ultimate motive? Did he even have ulterior motives?

You sighed, "Fine, but be careful, promise?"

Baston hesitated for a moment but slowly nodded. "alright, fine. i'll be careful...i promise..."

You reluctantly took off your boot and sock, letting him take a look at your ankle. It had definitely swelled up a bunch since the fall, no wonder it hurt.

Baston took off one of his mittens and for the first time, you got to see how rugged his hands were. Unsurprisingly, he seemed to be made completely of bone, but more surprising, the structure was different from any human bones you'd seen and the bones that made up his palm were fused together. There was also a concerning number of noticeable divets and nicks in several of his metacarpals but you didn't feel comfortable asking about them

With a surprising amount of gentleness for a creature of his size and strength, Baston carefully traced the injured area, paying close attention to the joint itself but also the ligaments. You couldn't help but tense up a bit and while your ankle was sensitive, the pain was tolerable. He seemed to become engrossed in the action of touching your skin the longer he did so, but eventually he pulled away, seemingly satisfied.

"there's a good chance it's only sprained but you still need to be careful," he said as you slipped your outer layers on again.

You nodded, "Yeah, yeah, I know." You wanted to get off him but didn't know if he'd let you right now since he clearly didn't want you moving around too much. Besides, he was oddly warm...maybe you could stay here a bit longer, so long as you didn't overthink this whole situation.

Hoping to distract yourself, you tried asking another question, "Do you live out here alone, Baston?"

He grinned and looked down at you before answering, "nah, i live with my brother, hemlock. he's more of a home body so i take care of all the outdoor tasks. like hunting, trapping, and collecting firewood or other things."

From the sudden but pleasant change in his demeanor, you immediately gathered he cared a lot about his brother. It was sort of reassuring to know that for someone that looked so terrifying, he really seemed like a normal person under all that tough exterior shell.

Maybe things would be alright. Baston hadn't really done anything to make you mistrust him and now that you weren't struggling on your own, you felt a bit more at ease. At least you weren't in a hurry to get home just yet.

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Today’s compilation:

The Sun Story 1986 Rock & Roll / Rockabilly / R&B / Country / Blues / Pop

Ending this little foray of mine into Sun Records with this wonderful retrospective of the entire label, which, I'll reiterate one last time, is one of the most important record companies in the history of music, because it helped shape the path of rock & roll and had some enormous stars on its roster throughout the 50s, including Elvis Presley, Johnny Cash, Roy Orbison, Conway Twitty, Jerry Lee Lewis, and Carl Perkins. In those early-to-mid-50s years, there was a whole southern confluence of R&B, blues, soul, country, rockabilly, gospel, and eventually rock & roll, and Sun proved itself to be right smack-dab in the middle of it all, with its headquarters stationed in a multicultural Memphis, Tennessee, where both black and white artists were able to flourish, locally.

But, actually, to do just a tiny bit of hair-splitting here, this 1986 double-LP from Rhino Records isn't just a rundown of Sun (a Sundown?); it's more so a presentation of some of the greatest triumphs of the career of its very own founder, Sam Phillips. And as such, this compilation doesn't just contain stuff that was released on Sun. For example, a song that a lot of people contend is the first rock and roll record ever made, "Rocket 88," by Jackie Brenston with The Delta Cats (which was really Ike Turner and his Kings of Rhythm), was leased to Chess Records in '51, and predates the establishment of Sun entirely. But Sam Phillips recorded it in his own studio and was its producer too!

And there's other momentous occasions like that one that are on this album as well, like Elvis Presley's first ever single, "That's All Right (Mama)," which brought him to instant local fame in Memphis in 1954, and is another record that some claim to be the first ever in the history of rock and roll. Plus, other than just being a first in potentially multiple ways, it's also just a terrific mid-50s tune on its own, in which Presley speeds up the original 1946 blues version by Arthur Crudup and debuts his own trademark vocal gravitas on it 🤩.

And another highly important song on here is "Bear Cat," by Rufus Thomas, who turned out to be Sun's first substantial discovery. It's an answer to Big Mama Thornton's "Hound Dog"—the very one that Elvis would go on to immortalize in the latter portion of the decade—and it represented both Thomas' and Sun's first big hit, topping out at #3 on Billboard's R&B chart in 1953.

And there's a lot of other great songs on here that are worth talking about as well, but I'd be remiss if I skipped over Charlie Rich's "Lonely Weekends." He does an Elvis impersonation on it—which, say what you will about that—but its production, with the gospel choir-type backing of The Gene Lowery Singers, as well as a sax-laced instrumental bridge that's outfitted with reverbed click-clacking percussion, is pretty astounding. A remarkable chart debut for Rich there, peaking at #22 on the Hot 100 in 1960.

It's no doubt hard to really present the true essence of Sun in just a single volume of 28 songs, but this release does a pretty damn spectacular job of it. And don't mistake it for the curtailed CD release that came out a year after this one, because it's *very* inferior. The eight extra songs on this double-LP makes it the Sun entry point that you need if you've never delved into this eminently crucial label’s discography before. AllMusic rates it at five stars and so do I. It's simply essential listening.

Highlights:

Jackie Brenston with The Delta Cats - "Rocket 88" Jerry Lee Lewis and His Pumping Piano - "Great Balls of Fire" Billy Riley and The Little Green Men - "Red Hot" Johnny Cash and The Tennessee Two with The Gene Lowery Singers - "Straight A's in Love" Little Junior's Blue Flames - "Mystery Train" Johnny Cash and The Tennessee Two - "Folsom Prison Blues" Johnny Cash and The Tennessee Two - "Get Rhythm" Bill Justis - "Raunchy" Charlie Rich - "Lonely Weekends" Jerry Lee Lewis and His Pumping Piano - "Whole Lotta Shakin' Goin' On" Rufus 'Hound Dog' Thomas Jr. - "Bear Cat" Elvis Presley, Scotty & Bill - "That's All Right (Mama)" Johnny Cash & The Tennessee Two - "I Walk the Line"

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A/N: I was not planning on writing this, but here is a lil part 2 to my Fire Country tag! xxx

“Bode? Bode, c’mon. Come on, Bode!”

Jake pats at Bode’s face, shakes his shoulders, but nothing works. He just watches helplessly as Bode’s lids flutter, and then his eyes roll back in his head, his face going slack. 

“Oh my god, Jake is he--” Freddy begins, and Jake waves him off with the hand that’s not currently at Bode’s neck feeling for his pulse. He knows how that sentence ends and he doesn’t want to hear it, doesn’t want to even think it. 

He feels the thump thump of a heartbeat a second later, just like he knew he would (hoped he would). 

“He’s alive,” he says, and out of the corner of his eye he sees Freddy nearly collapse with relief. “But he’s tachy.”

“Tachy? What does that mean?”

Jake looks at Bode’s sheet-white face, at the sweat beading his forehead and the paleness of his lips, and his stomach knots with worry. 

“Jake?”

Jake looks up at Freddy, who’s staring at him wide-eyed. He looks like he might burst into tears at any second, which is how Jake is how Jake would be feeling if he stopped to let himself think anything. 

“It means his heart is beating too fast. It’s his body trying to compensate for blood loss. He needs that ambulance, Freddy.”

“Is there anything I can do?” the man asks helplessly. 

“Actually, yes. I need you to go find Captain Perez and ask him for an update on the ambulance. And bring me some blankets!” 

Freddy nods and jogs off toward the smoldering fire camp. Jake turns his attention back to Bode. 

“Alright, Bode, come back…” He makes a fist and rubs his knuckles firmly and quickly against the man’s sternum. Bode groans, one hand reaching up to bat weakly at Jake’s, and Jake lets out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. “Good, Bode, you with me?”

“What th’ hell?” Bode slurs, one eye opening and then the other as he glares up at Jake with an expression that’s equal parts confused and pained and that’s a million times better than unconscious. 

“You passed out there for a sec, B. You’ve lost some blood but you’re gonna be okay. Ambulance is coming. You need to stay awake though, okay? Don’t--don’t do that again. You scared me.”

“‘m sorry. I…I screwed ever’thing up.”

There’s a part of Jake that agrees, but a bigger part that knows if Odin had gotten away then he would’ve gone on to cause more damage, hurt more people. 

“Naw, Bode. You had to stop him. He was dangerous.”

Bode puts one hand over Jake’s, and Jake can’t help but notice that his hands are clammy and trembling. 

“‘s not what I mean.”

Jake frowns slightly and Bode continues. 

“Back when I…left, I--” Bode swallows thickly. “I should’ve--should’ve said somethin’, I should’ve…”

“Hey, that’s all in the past now,” Jake says. He thinks the blood has finally stopped, but he’s afraid that if he takes any pressure off then it’ll just start again and Bode will bleed out, so he keeps his blood-slick hands over the pile of reddened gauze. 

“And I’m--I’m sorry about Gabriella.”

Jake sighs, closing his eyes for a moment. Freddy comes jogging up right then, and Jake is grateful for the disruption. 

“Here,” Freddy says breathlessly, his arms piled high with blankets that smell like smoke. 

“Good, drop ‘em here. We need to get one on him, and use the others to prop up his feet.”

Freddy nods obediently, dumping the blankets onto the floor. He piles all but one next to Bode’s feet. 

“I won’t hurt him if I move him?” he says. 

“‘m okay, Freddy.” Bode’s voice is low and scratchy, not at all convincing, but Freddy nods seriously. 

“K, I’m gonna lift your legs up, now.”

Bode’s brow furrows as Freddy lifts his legs, jaw tightening, and Jake is glad that Freddy can’t see the pain on his face. 

“There we go, buddy. Jake, is that good?”

Jake looks over and nods. “Yeah, looks good.”

“Here.” Freddy holds out the last blanket. 

Jake still doesn’t want to move his hands, but he’s certain now that the bleeding has stopped and Bode needs to stay warm, so he carefully lifts his hands away from the wound, watching for any fresh blood and, on not seeing any, takes the blanket and drapes it carefully over Bode. 

“What’d Cap say about that ambulance?”

“He called again, said they’re getting close. Maybe eight minutes out.”

Eight minutes. It’s not a long time, usually. An eight minute wait at a restaurant, or eight minutes until kickoff of the big game, even eight minutes on hold isn’t too bad. But there are other times when eight minutes feels like an eternity. Eight minutes in a bad fire can feel like an eternity. 

And so, it turns out, can eight minutes waiting for an ambulance to come for your ex-best friend turned rival turned whatever the hell is going on now. He still doesn’t know exactly where they stand, still has a lot of anger and hurt over a lot of things, but he does know, is absolutely certain, that he doesn’t want Bode to die. 

“How we doin’, Bode?” he asks.

“Pain’s not…not so bad anymore. Gettin’ cold.”

Jake feels a spike of concern, and he feels Freddy move closer to him. 

“That’s bad, right?” he whispers.

“We’ve just gotta keep him talking,” Jake says. 

“Hear that, Bode? Keep talking!” Freddy encourages.

Bode’s breath is coming in in fast, short bursts now, his skin ashen, and Jake guesses that if he could see better, he’d see a bluish tint to his lips. He’s obviously struggling to stay awake, but he’s fighting and that’s what matters. As long as he keeps fighting…

“Come on, Bode.”

“If--if…”

Jake has the sick feeling that he knows where this is going. 

“If I don’t--”

“Don’t talk like that,” he says gently. 

“No!” Bode says it with surprising strength, then winces. When he speaks again his words are quiet and halting. “Jake, if I don’t…if I don’t make it I need…I need you to tell my mom that I. I tried. I just w-wanted to keep her safe. ‘n tell my dad I just…I hope I made him-m proud.”

Jake reaches under the blanket, finding Bode’s cool, clammy hand and gripping it tight. 

“You’re gonna be fine, Bode. You can tell them all of that, and more, alright?”

“‘n tell Gabby…”

Jake feels a stab of jealousy and guiltily shoves it down.

“Tell ‘er thank you. For savin’ me. And--and thank you. For not turning me in.”

“It was nothing,” Jake says. “I…probably deserved that punch.”

Bode’s mouth turns up in something approaching a smile and he nods once. “Yeah.”

“Do you hear sirens?” Freddy says suddenly, and Jake looks up toward the road. He can hear the faint sirens, and distant red lights are visible through the trees. 

“They’re here, Bode! They’re almost here, you’re gonna be okay. You hear me?”

“Hear you,” Bode breathes. It’s obvious he’s getting tired, though, his eyes getting a distant look to them that Jake doesn’t like. 

“Hey,” he says firmly, reaching up with both blood-caked hands and taking Bode’s face between them. “Stay with me now, I mean it this time.”

He doesn’t pay much attention to the ambulance as it pulls up, focused as he is on trying to keep Bode awake. He barely hears the sir, we’ve got it from here. Hands he doesn’t know reach for his arm and he pushes them away. 

“Sir!”

“Jake!”

It’s Gabby’s voice that finally reaches him. He turns to see her cutting through the small clearing, face twisted with sadness and worry. Her dad is hot on her heels.

“You have to let them do their job,” Manny says.

Jake blinks and stands slowly, letting himself be jostled out of the way as the paramedics kneel on the ground next to Bode and get to work. Gabby stands near them, talking tearfully to the barely-conscious man. Manny takes Jake by the arm and leads him off to one side, and then pulls him into a hug. 

“You did good,” he says. “They’ve got it from here.”

Jake doesn’t return the hug, standing stiffly and staring off into the darkness. 

“Hey, you good?” Manny says, pulling away. “Jake?”

Slowly, Jake shakes his head. 

“I didn’t say it back,” he finally says. “I didn’t tell him I was sorry.”

xxx 

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[mtnkat3]

12.48pm. Yes my loves.....

I am just working. Getting machines going while trying to setup a virtual apt tour & having problems. Sigh.

I guess one of those fires that forge.. but sharpen to kill the adversary, not me. Having respect for the crafter, the wielder, the hardships endured.

I keep working because it's the only way to get where I want to go in life. And pray to deserve & be worthy of God's Blessings, Grace, & Mercy. His Wisdom, Teaching, Guidance. And in the end, the Strength & Perseverance to endure thru all the trials of Job.

Maybe that's all the generations before millennials? I don't know. Only the ones I know...head shake. Drama & life handed to them from Daddy &/or mama's hard work. Maybe because I started cleaning house at 6yo? I was washing dishes. Then clean 3 full baths & my own laundry by 9yo. & my allowance of a quarter went into the offering plate every Sunday. I didn't understand why then. I only knew my siblings never did that labor. And I certainly don't see kids nowadays doing it. Mom or whomever has to. I see kids in new cars & bling & new phones. And parents that don't work either. That's the area I'm in.

Not whom I wanna emulate nor "grow up to be."

I think the issue is most say "I want to do better for my kids so they don't have to struggle like I did."

But. I see what that's cost the country.

Kids who think social status on media sites means more than someone standing in front of them.

No. That is why there's an epidemic of childhood type II diabetes & "plus size" clothing, down to size 5t! That's insane!

Take away the phones, tablets, all the computers & get those kids out imagining the world outside. And doing chores! Delegate!

But also allow them to be children.

I think this current world has lost the ability to balance that.

I have never agreed with kids having any type of technology access for other than educational purposes, & I do even less now.

I know families who homestead, [homeschool] & have school time during the day, limit tv & computer usage to 1 hr per child per day. And those kids are happy, healthy, well adjusted & going to be productive members of society.

Is it that the parents are pulled in too many directions then let the kids parent themselves? I don't know.

I just pray that God Guides me & Teaches me. So that when... He chooses.. & I am to be a mom... I learn from what I've seen & see it as don't go that route. Be my own kids teacher. Be the mom. Be the best one I can be.

The wife. The partner. Be the best woman I can be. It is the ultimate Gift of every woman.

I pray to deserve.

Chewing lips shyly bowing my beet red face.

Not sure why God wanted me to write all that.

Just...

Bowed.

I pray...

Please God?????

Get me out & to my soul's mates..... my beloved Bears Angels . . . . .so very much deserve to be loved!!!!! For the waiting to end!

To love... openly...?

To ...love ... each piece..... & no longer have to hide under a bushel anymore. To look... in the eyes..... feel hands..... lips..... bodys..... souls..... & be loved for whom each piece is.

Oh how I long to look into your eyes.....& see.. hear..experience... you . . . . .

Bowed.

I love you . . . . . Each piece. Completely. Unending. Depthless. Fathomless.

I crave you . . . . .

I am.

Yours . . . . . .

~Tijgeress kat Phoenix. 🌺✝️☸⚓🙇‍♀️🙏🤲🌂🔗⛓🧰🐯🐾🐐🦉🐢🐛🦋🌱🌺🌹🌻🌷🌳🌲🧶🧵⌚⚡🌟🌠🗝🔱⚜💝🐻🦌🧩♠️♾💫🧭🕯

Tu.1.3.2023 !!!!! 1.32pm est.

[virginiadaniels-rp]

About

Full name: Virginia Eloise Daniels

Birthday: August 30th, 1920

Age: 22 at the time of joining the USO in 1942

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Bisexual

Face claim: Ellie Bamber

Appearance: 5’7, petite frame, pale skin, blue eyes, naturally blonde sometimes dyed other colors- shoulder length. Almost always neatly groomed.

Voice: Soft southern accent, knows a transatlantic accent as well. A soprano.

Occupation: Performer (singing and dancing)

Stage name: Nina Rogers

Best friend(s): Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Elizabeth (Betty)

Brief backstory: (TW: eating disorders and sexual assault.) Virginia was born 1920 and grew up on a farm in South Carolina. An only child, her family wanted the best life for their little girl. So they enrolled her in the best school they could as well as dance classes. Virginia got good grades, but her true passion was in dance, expressing from a young age that she wanted to be a performer when she grew up. So when she graduated from high school in 1938, she enrolled in a performing arts school in New York City. She got in and moved there that September. It was there that things started to change. Suddenly she wasn’t as confident in her talents and all the other girls were so much more beautiful. Her dance teachers would tell her things such as they could see her lunch and she needed to skip it, so she did. It didn’t help that there was food rationing thanks to the war that had started, she felt guilty for eating. There were a few incidents with a male staff member where he manipulated some of the female students for his own sick desires, and that broke Virginia. She felt broken and dirty, she almost flunked out. Thankfully things started to turn around, he got fired and  Virginia made some friends. She graduated from the school and began work as a secretary, doing a few shows here and there when she got chosen at auditions. She was encouraged to join the USO, wanting to help her country as best as she could. She knew how to talk to men and that performing was always a mood booster- she was sure the same was true for the military men. So in 1942 she auditioned for a traveling show that sold people war bonds.

Aesthetics that describe her: Vintage Americana, Rockabilly (and the subtype Gothabilly,) Glamour, Old Hollywood, Cottagecore

Positives: Hard working, caring- very much a Mom Friend/Mama Bear type, creative, friendly, devoted, enjoys the little things.

Negatives: Is a bit of a workaholic, has a hard time taking time for herself, a perfectionist, old fashioned in some ways, cares too much about others opinions, a smoker.

Hobbies: Reading, watching movies, dance and exercising, makeup, singing.

Likes: Genres- Fantasy, romance, musicals, horror, comedy; performing, being with her loved ones, rainy days, bundling up in a blanket and warm clothes, coffee.

Dislikes: Bigots, rude people, when people can't see past her showgirl aesthetic- failing to see she's a human being, feeling like she failed her expectations of herself.

[princepsfianna]

I would dare to say it's a longing for the past but no that's not it. I don't want to go to the past, rife with sexism, racism, discrimination and all sorts of terrible, terrible things which are disgusting. Nor am I after this manhood out of some vile, disgusting sexism of andrew tate who just wants materialism and selfish disregard of others. But rather instead one of selflessness and I guess honour? Look back in the past and see how noble our fathers were. How they drowned ni their own blood so that we might live on more. How they bravely fought, died for valiant causes doomed though they were and how they roared against tyranny and stormed the beaches, killed the enemy and secured victory. How we aspire to be like them, how we aspire to stand like them. They are our role models and we fall so, so very short. Our world is dominated by tyranny and yet unlike them we do not fight, we languish meekly. We have fallen from such highness of a noble people. We want the challenge, the blood, the leaving behind of safety and comforts of modernity where even cowrads will find safety in battle. To escape the meaninglessness of modern life and prove ones manhood in something real, something raw. It's not about the war or violence itself, well, it kinda is but not neccessarily. Just to leave the soft world and become a real man born in wars fury. Where in the bloody battlefields you discover who you really are, what you are made out of. Stripping away all the comforts, all the falseness of modern life, everything artifical and revealing who you truly are underneath. A coward, a man, a hero or a martyred dead. To break free from this constricted, miserable, drab and meaningless existence which we all find ourselves engaged in. I don't know, I don't know. I'm writing this during a risis of identity on what it means to be everything, to be scottish, to be a gael and to be a man. All these identities which I hold are in a crisis. THere's no clear path for us to prove ourselves in this time of great trial and I fear that future generations will chastise us and say we are not worthy of bearing the mantle of our beautiful blue saltire or of calling ourselves men for remaining under the yoke of despotism.

Look this video is a funny meme but honestly now i'm a bit older.. yeah basically.. It's incredible how Jreg encapsulates the male condition lmfao. We, as a people, stand in the shadows of far more noble, glorious, honourable and valiant men. We will never amount to anything like them despite being of their blood and they look down on us and I wonder how they feel? To see their noble sons driven down beneath cowards heel? Do they feel angry? Do they even care? Do they see us as their sons or do they turn us away?

"Soldiers of freedom, unfearing and eager to follow in the teaching of her hero dead, on for freedom! Fianna Éireann!" This is what I guess I relate to. I am eager to follow in the teaching of those that came before me but I can not. This world is simply different and the days are gone, and in the past they must remain. But later on, "Clean be our thinking and truthful our speaking that we may deserve her when the fight is done." This just gets it right in the juggular. Might we, in battle, remain honourable so that we will deserve our country and our cause when it's done and won. We just want to be men. But what does it mean to be a man? Honestly I used to value that importantly but now I don't really care for it. It's worthless in this modern world. I would give it up if there was something better it's simply what fate has decided. I guess, more guilty thoughts, but I wonder what the boys of Ukraine are thinking. Quoting this Ukrainain war song, "Mama! I'm in the ranks, will fire and fury, walls burn in battle! Mama, I'm standing! Mama, I'm in the ranks! Motherland! I am fighting, I will conquer and return!" I'm not sure if this is what I would, in this fantasy, be thinking or not. I don't know. I'm confused, very much so. It won't happen anyway so I guess it's worthless to think about it but still.. I want to.

"It's not a sin to be afraid, It is a sin to betray my own!"

A north west passage.

This song, this song man!

It's the commermation and the nostaliga for a future that was lost and never really existed. O' What is to be done? There is nothing more to do.

it is surely the natural desire of every man to make a northwest passage

I don't quite know how to explain it. The desire of independence and liberty. To take a north west passage and leave it all behind, like the song botany bay. Farewell to your bricks and mortor! Farewell to your dirty liens! Farewell to your gangways and to hell with you overtime! I guess it's the same appeal was being a rustic american cowboy. To ride through a land so wide and savage, untamed, wild. To get away from the modern luxuries and the modern decadance, the modern control and be truly free. Just you and a noble ride steed and gallop into the dusty, wild and free land. Where man is but a man without anything else. Just him, just his horse and revolver and the wild west. I guess the same is for a north west passage. Just you, your boat and the wild seas on all corners. Completely isolated, completely gone from the rest of society. Tracing one more line through a land so wide and savage and making a north west passage to the sea- that is such a massive fantasy we all have. To escape our boring lives under the thumb of control and pampered with modern luxury and to embrace the danger, the wildness, the feral beasts that await and to not quake.

I don't know why men feel such an urge, I guess it's, quoting Parable of the Sorer, "What is it in young boys that makes them want to wander off alone and get killed? They get two chin hairs and they're trying to prove they're men." I guess it's the lack of manhood, the lack of masculinity in society today. Look back in history and see what our ideals of manhood represent, warriors, kings and the like. Men who braved the odds and came out on the otherside. But in this world of want and luxury for your average man in the western world at least there is no such need or desire. I guess this creates a system where we simpyl do not live up to those ideals which creates a yearning. A yearning to prove ourselves as men, to die ni battle, to die honourably with glory and to bring renown upon our noble names. To fight a bear and win, to show the scars of it and to prove oneself. I guess it's like, a rite of passage from the fires of boyhood to the refinedness of manhood. I'm not entirely sure the point of this other than I want to make a north west passage through a land so wild and savage... I am quite disillusioned with manhood and boyhood as it stands today. As with the rest of society when I read it appears that we have fallen so far. Sure we've come far, objectively so. Today is better to live now than a hunderd years ago and praise be for it but still. A hundred years ago our fathers were biting into their teeth and drowning in their blood in the muddy trenches of the Somme with nothing but blind hatred for the Germans. Less than a single generation later our fathers stormed the beaches of Normandy and liberated France after fighting bitterly in the sands of El Alamein. A hundred years before that our fathers fought the French and defeated Napoleon. A hundred years before that our fathers rose up with nothing but wrath at the english invaders and out of deep loyalty to the rightful King and law and a hundred years before that the Gaels rose up and the confedrate Ireland was formed and secured much of Ireland. Our faith was in God and rory O' moore. A hundred years before that we were still fighting the English and the taught them well in Desmond and a hundred years before that we fought with nothing but blind disgust at the English and their traitors who with Bruce and Fedlim outnumbered twenty thousand to nine thousand and yet for years they fought.

Again I don't know the point of this post, i'm just using it as a soapbox because it's my blog and I want to. I just want war, really. Well not so much war but I guess kinda war yeah. There is so much evil, tyranny and the like in this world and I just want to eradicate it. Oh well many men have thought those words and few have acted on it so I am in good company lol.

[queerstuffonscreen]

BearCity 3 (2016)

108 min.

Country: USA

Genre: Comedy

Language: English

After a continuing losing streak that started at the altar, Roger tries to claw out of financial ruin and into the arms of Tyler. But Jay, Ty's hunky fire chief partner is not letting that flame blaze. Meanwhile, fireworks explode when Fred's obsessive tinkering on their bear documentary conflicts with Brent's baby prep and the unwavering due date of their newborn. Mama bear Michael faces major challenges and finds that love comes in all colors, shapes and sizes.

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