#flightlight

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[mommybard]

Late night kinky thoughts let's GOOO!

You know that idea in fantasy or sci fi where there's like portals that allow you to be played with no matter where you or the other person are? Turning a cutie into a fleshlight for someone to jack off into even if they're just walking down the street, feeling themselves getting stretched and filled by someone fucking the portal connected to their holes.

The twist on it I can't help but think about is some cute little thing getting one of those made for a friend or partner to use. As a gift to help them unwind and relax, a little bit of kink play with those they trust. A fresh flightlight attached to their hole. But...when they get home from the store they can't find the package.

They have the receipt, sure. And they swore it was with them on the way back home. But somewhere in that trip it must've fallen out of their bag. Maybe they should retrace their steps to look for it? Check the trains lost and found? Did they leave it at the coffee shop they popped in to?

And then they feel it. Some stranger's tongue tracing their hole. Struggling with that unexpected sensation. Someone found their toy...and theyre using it. They have to find them soon and get it back!

That poor cutie going from rushing around retracing their steps as that damned tongue refuses to stop. To begging the workers on the train and at the coffee shop if they remember anyone with the package as they feel those fingers pushing into them and exploring. To covering their mouth in the bathroom stall struggling to remain sane as that massive cock so much bigger than their friend or partner stretches them to their absolute limit, using who knows how many loads of cum already pumped into them lube to core them out and ruin them. Slowly accepting that this is their fate now, to be a toy for some unknown person to use~

[quack-quack-snacks]

Time Will Tell - Chapter 9

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Warnings: Hyun-su being sweet with the kids, Hyun-su having a monster episode. Word Count: 1,113

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“Where’s appa? And noona?” Yeong-su questioned his older sister tearfully. His nose sniffled every few seconds as the tears refused to stop. “I’m scared. Su-yeong, it’s too dark in here.”

“It’s okay,” Su-yeong tried to console her brother. “We’re gonna be alright. Unnie will come and save us.”

“And appa?” Yeong-su asked again. Both kids were too young to truly understand how fatal the fall of their father was, Yeong-su only recently even learning what death was. Su-yeong had hope for her father’s safety, one that was born of childhood innocence and a need for guidance. 

“Yeah, he’ll be back soon,” she reassured. Her own tears soaked her cheeks and she cried quietly, trying to stay strong for her younger brother but only being able to do so for so long. She was only nine. She wasn’t supposed to be doing all of this at such a young age. 

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Both kids flinched and stayed quiet. Su-yeong pointed her flightlight at the door when it knocked again. She could just barely see the silhouette of a man through the glass but didn’t want to risk it. Not until she heard him speak. 

“Kids. I’m here to help you. I know you’re scared but I’m not a monster. I’ll get you to safety,” he promised. Su-yeong got up and walked to open the door, cautiously at first but then opening it fully for the stranger to enter. 

He walked in, looking at the two kids and sighing in relief when he saw they were unharmed. He helped set up some candles to start with before the three of them sat around the wax fires on the floor. 

“Please, sir,” Yeong-su was the first to interrupt the silence that had settled over them like a blanket. “Do you think you can save our dad?” He asked. His voice was devoid of any hope but he still desperately needed the answer to be a yes. 

“What?” Hyun-su asked them, momentarily forgetting how their father fell from out their window on the 12th floor. 

“Our dad fell down the building and hit the ground,” the young boy explained. 

Hyun-su looked down at his lap, wishing he didn’t have to be the bearer of bad news for these two kids. “I know.”

“Maybe he’s still-” Su-yeong said hopefully only for that hope to be crushed by his next words. 

“I’m afraid nobody can survive a fall from the 12th floor,” he confessed. Both kids started to sob softly, mourning the loss of their father. Hyun-su took a moment before trying to lighten their spirits with some good news, no matter how small that news was in comparison to everything else. “There’s a man on the 14th floor that has a lot of food for both of you. You’re hungry, aren’t you?” Both kids nodded in agreement and he continued. “You don’t want to stay here by yourselves, am I right?” 

“But what about noona?” Yeong-su asked quickly, his voice wobbly from the tears he continued to shed. 

“What?” Hyun-su asked.

“What about our sister? What if she comes back here?” Su-yeong elaborated. Hyun-su took a moment before coming up with an idea. 

“What if we left her a note to tell her where we went? That way she can head there too if she comes back,” he offered. Both kids looked content with that idea and he smiled softly, trying to reassure them. 

“In order to get there, we’ll have to go into the hallway. There might be monsters,” he continued with the explanation of his plan. “How old are the two of you?”

“I’m nine…” Su-yeong started. “And my brother is six years old.”

He looked between the two of them before smiling softly again. “You know, those are perfect ages to fight monsters,” he assured. Another moment of silence went by as he looked between the two of them before reaching over to gently squeeze the younger boy’s shoulder since he was still sobbing. “Don’t worry, okay? I’m gonna protect you, I promise.”

He ignored how his hands shook when he promised them that. He wasn’t lying about that promise, he would protect them no matter what. No matter what it took, he wouldn’t let any harm come to them. 

That didn’t mean he wasn’t scared though. 

After placing a sticky note on the wall directly next to the front door of the apartment, Hyun-su led them out of their home, down the hallway, and to the entrance of the stairs. After opening the door and letting them go through first, he took a step to join them until he felt his legs freeze in place. A jolt of pain rushed through his body but the one he focused on the most was the one on his right forearm, right over his scars. His eyes widened and his breath staggered when he saw a hand - that had to be his but was not one of the two attached to his body - run over his arm. 

‘Protect them?’ He heard his own voice question him. The voice sounded like it was spoken directly into his ear, as if a clone of himself was standing behind him and whispering it like a secret. ‘Is that what you want to do?’

He stumbled, dropping his weapon and falling against the wall. The same type of nosebleed he had gotten hours ago in his apartment happened again. Blood streamed out in an almost comically exorbitant amount. It stained his skin and his clothes, soaking everything within its path. His eyes squeezed shut, images flashing through his mind without his consent and making his head pound. 

He knew what this meant. 

He knew this meant he was infected.

He just wished it came after he had saved the two kids in front of him. 

“Are you okay?” Su-yeong asked cautiously when she didn’t hear or see him following them.

“Get away from me,” he warned, his voice strained. “Leave, now!” And he slammed the door to the stairs shut, separating them from him. 

“You always liked to act cool in front of the weak, didn’t you? Now look what happened,” the other version of himself asked. Other voices, ones he knew from the past, bounced around and echoed through his head. 

“It was my fault…”

“Fucking dumbass! Haha!”

“Come out!”

“Hyun-su? I’m not related to him! Who told you that?”

“Just let it go, please Hyun-su?”

“It was my fault.”

“It wasn’t your fault.”

“Bastard!”

“It was your fault!”

“Just let it go, please Hyun-su?”

“You’re a sad case. It was unfair.”

“Just die already.”

“It was unfair.”

“It was unfair.”

“It was unfair.”

[marzmeltdown]

Familiar Taste of Poison - PT. 1

⌦ Pairing: Wonwoo x Reader ⌦ Genre(s): series,, angst,, fluff ⌦ chapter specific genre: fluff,, angst ⌦ Warning(s): !!TW:Drug Use, Alcohol Abuse, mentions of depression!!, reader kinda uses Wonwoo, a lot of this will be in multiple pov's(I will clarify when it changes pov's), some mention of being sick, swearing ⌦ Word count: 1.43k ⌦ Summary: You and Wonwoo have been friends since childhood, though you're both a little estranged from one another, the only contact being when you call Wonwoo for help. ⌦ A/N: I got the name for this from another rock band. This chapter is a bit shorter than what I'd normally write, but there will also be more than one part, so hopefully that makes up for it. Sorry to anyone named Chelsea, it was the first name I thought of. If there's anything you feel I should improve on in the future, don't hesitate to let me know! You can find progress updates on this story and everything else I write in my pinned post every Wednesday.:) ⌦ Since this series has some very heavy themes of mental health and substance abuse, I will be attaching a link to a website with help hotlines around the world. ⌦ International Mental Health hotlines ⌦ Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6

⌦ (Reader's POV) Cold laminate pressed itself against your cheek as your world spun inside the confines of a small half bath in some house owned by someone you didn't know, in a location you had never been to. The toilet that lied next to you to accompany you in your faded state stood in place to catch any of the waste that you poured into it. Groaning, you grabbed your phone from the spot next to your head, the group chat you'd shared with a few friends having been a ghost town since you asked for their help in the bathroom. The last message you'd read was your own, and your friends seemed to ignore your frantic messages for help as the contents inside your stomach found their way back into your mouth.

Despite feeling as though you were on an amusement park ride that spun itself fast enough to press your body to the metal you'd been standing against, you sat up, the screen of your phone feeling like a thousand flightlights were being shown in your eyes, causing you to squint. The sound of a notification rang through your ears. Quickly, you opened it after seeing that it was a message sent to your group chat.

⌦ You: Can you guys come into the bathroom? I don't feel good (read 2:54 am)

⌦ You: Please? (read 3:00 am)

⌦ 3:35 am

⌦ Chelsea: We went home; you'll have to find a way back to your place (read: 3:45 am).

"Fuck!" You cried, throwing your phone against the wall, and brought your knees to your chest to comfort yourself as you cried into your hands. There was a bang against the locked bathroom door, shaking you out of wallowing in your own self-pity. You had every right to be upset; however, these friends leave you high, drunk, and stranded all the time. At some point, you have to start facing the truth, but today wouldn't be that day.

The bang repeated itself, rushing you to your feet as you grabbed your phone from the floor. They banged against the door one last time, and you opened the door with a huff before pushing past the girl, who looked just about as fucked up as you were. You needed fresh air and a caring shoulder to cry on. Stepping outside, you sat down on the front steps of the house, staring down at your now cracked phone screen, pondering whether or not you should call him.

Before you knew it, you had clicked on his contact and pressed that blue call button under his contact photo. You chewed at the skin on your thumb nervously as the phone rang.

it rang

and rang

and rang

Only on the fourth ring did he finally pick up, giving you a half-awake greeting of something that sounded vaguely like a hello.

"Wonwoo, did I wake you?" You asked, and you could tell that you had, but he lied and said you hadn't anyway.

"What do you need?" He asked, and the sounds of him moving around followed his question.

"I know it's late, but would you pick me up? My friends left me stranded at some party; I don't know where I am, and I'm scared." You began to cry again. You couldn't tell if it was because you were stranded or because you knew for a fact that this was going to happen again. Your words slurred from your sobs and drunken state, but it seemed that Wonwoo knew exactly what you said by the sounds of his keys rattling in his hand.

⌦ (Wonwoo's POV) The sound of Wonwoo's phone filling the room pulled the man out of his slumber. He groaned as he debated whether or not he should answer it. There was only one person who would call him at this time, and it was his childhood best friend. He knew that if he didn't answer, you would wake up in some bathroom somewhere with no memory of how you got there. He didn't bother rolling over; instead, he reached behind him to play some game of claw where his phone was the reward.

Bringing the phone to his face, he squinted as he looked at the caller ID, swiping the button to answer the phone before pressing it to his ear. He sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he began to speak.

"Hello?" He asked, pinching the bridge of his nose to force the sleep from his head as he listened to you speak, begging for him to pick you up for the second time this week.

"Yeah, send me your location, and I'll be right there," he said groggily as he slipped his glasses onto his face, getting up from his bed to grab his shoes, sweater, and keys. His heart sank into his stomach when you asked him to stay on the phone until he got there; he agreed and locked his apartment as he left.

The drive to where you'd been essentially abandoned was quiet, apart from your soft sobs and the rain that had started as soon as Wonwoo began driving. When he pulled up to the house, the sight was kind of sad: one lonely person sitting on the porch of a house that was rattling from the loud bass coming from the speakers inside. The rain had drenched your clothes, and it was apparent that the chill from being soaked by a cold night's rain was the least of your problems.

"I'm here; I'm going to hang up now," Wonwoo said, hanging up the phone as he turned off his car. He slipped his sweater off while walking across the yard towards you. As soon as Wonwoo was at the steps, he leaned down to gently tap your shoulder, smiling weakly once you looked up at him. Wonwoo held you close when you jumped into his arms, hugging him tightly.

"Wonwoo, I'm so sorry to make you do this again," you cried, effectively soaking the already rain-soaked shirt he'd been wearing. He pulled away after a moment, putting his sweater in your hands.

"Of course I'd be here; have I ever not been there for you?" Wonwoo said as he led you to his car, opening the door for you before getting in once you'd slipped into the passenger seat.

⌦ (Reader's POV) The heat in Wonwoo's apartment was a nice contrast to the chilling rain you'd sat in for the better part of an hour. You tried to go to bed when Wonwoo gave you a change of clothes and enough water to fill two and a half water bottles, but lying in the dark in his living room only made you feel worse about yourself. The tears just kept coming, and you tried to silence your sobs so as not to wake the man who was gracious enough to loan you his clothes and a warm place to sleep for the hundredth time this month.

Staring at the ceiling caused your mind to fall down rabbit holes that you would have preferred to walk around, but the thoughts kept coming. Finally, you'd had enough and looked at the time on your phone.

⌦ 6:15 am

Sighing, you sat up and got up from the couch. The journey to Wonwoo's room felt like a game of operation as you maneuvered around objects to prevent any loud noises. Wonwoo's door was open just enough for you to peek your head in; he was sound asleep, his back turned to the door as he lied there.

Tiptoeing into his room, you gently tapped his shoulder, chewing the inside of your lip as you felt him begin to stir. It took another few taps for him to finally peep an eye open and turn toward you, sitting up on his elbow when he noticed the look of worry that was on your face.

"What's wrong?" He asked; his voice had been deeper from sleep, and his messy hair made him look oddly attractive.

"I couldn't sleep; could..could I stay in here tonight?" You asked, resting a knee on the edge of the bed. He looked at you for a moment, wondering if he were in a dream or not.

Your heart felt as though it were doing back flips when he scooted to the side and lifted the blanket for you to slide in. Just as he began to turn, you grabbed ahold of his arm to cuddle yourself into him. He hesitated for a moment before fully wrapping his arm around you.

Finally, you could sleep comfortably.

[iminaworldofpureimagination]

Geraldyn Laybourne old nick pes was on epstein flightlight nto toe island but network/ still depressing to think about

[babsggordon]

—I'm gonna turn down my flightlight, are you okay with that?—

She says, as they walk in and she follows an improvised map of the way the batarang made before hiting the ground.

( @dickiegraysonwayne @wheelbarrowofstagefourcancer @court--of--owls @we-are-not-the-titans-junior )

The location Jordan has marked wasn't exact as it's supposed, the last trail they could grind was the abandoned North tower of Arkham Asylum, the last signal sent disappeared after a good 42 feets underground.

It wasn't a good place to be in this time of the year. They do not know this place floods? Either way, as the message says, she guessed they just found the entrance to some part of an establishment of a building from the court.

This was very discrete. She was able to recognize that, but still the fact that day by day, the court is stepping out of the shadows, sending an unwanted shiver down her spine. A very bad omen, the three of them were standing outside the building, with the lights of their vehicles flashing at all power behind them.

—This is the last location it can reach the radar, we'll have to make ourselves inside to found them—

She says as she acomodates her hair better under her mask, a little gesture to hide the fact that she was terrified of going inside. After you never know what can go wrong with the court, she never had enough data to investigate.

( @dickiegraysonwayne @wheelbarrowofstagefourcancer @court--of--owls )

[leslieworks]

Finished my latest feather light lampshade. Got so inspired I had to make another one. And this is it! I will be bringing both of them to the fair on Saturday. Would be nice to muster up some interest in these unique lampshades. . . . . #leslieworks #mydesign #featherlight #featherlampshade #originaldesign #craftingathome #goosefeathers #pheasantfeathers #boholighting #artylighting #textural #tactile #feathery #flightlight #upcycledlampshade #upcycled #inventive #ambientlighting #oceancolours (at Kentish Town)

[gloriousdasher]

Up to London *happydance*

[sk3tch3ntropy0o]

[tysabrewing-s]

Aight so ive been thinking abt huey n violets dynamic bcuz one Frank said theyre gonna get an ep together n two we didnt rlly get a whole lot OF it so i think its fun to think abt 

Like w WHAT we DID get most likely their interactions are gonna be positive and theyre both very much nerds™ so theyll probs geek out about stuff together but the thing is theyre very much different types of nerds 

ik im abt to sound silly here differenanting this... but HERE ME OUT LOL like hueys a much more organized type of person if ANYTHING goes wrong and he has to change smthing he gets sad or angry abt it ( which mood haha) 

Violet on the other hand despite only seeing a bit of here is WAYYYY more CHAOTIC shes chill at abt it dont get me wrong but she seems to be much more go w the flow kinda person then huey and idk bro im just interested to see how huey will specifically react w somebody p similar to him but at the same time be TOTALLY different 

What im tryigjn to get at here is huey n violet figure out they both rlly like wcs but then huey finds out violet wc fc flightlight has WINGS and she made fun of his oc brownfur for being super boring n lame :\

[buoyantsaturn]

Willow and Niccolò (1/1)

summary: They spent time together on their own, outside of school, and Nico learned that Will had made a promise not to date or even kiss anyone that wasn’t his soulmate. He claimed he was a romantic. Nico thought he was stupid. (And cute. And Smart. And Funny. And he wished there was even the slightest chance that he could be Will’s soulmate, but he knew that would never happen. Even if his soulmark now said Will, there was still time for that to change. He couldn’t get his hopes up.)

word count: 1444

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Ever since Nico’s soulmark had first started to appear when he was thirteen - a single W on the inside of his arm, up near his elbow - he’d wished for it to disappear. He was afraid to think about his soulmate in any way, so he tried his hardest not to think about them at all. He’d realized by thirteen that he was gay, and had already suffered through his first crush on a straight boy - he couldn’t imagine what would happen if his soulmate had turned out to be straight, too.

He started wearing long sleeves no matter the weather and got defensive whenever his classmates started bringing up their soulmates.

Things got better in high school, if only a little bit. The original excitement over the idea of soulmates had tapered as people got used to the marks on their arms, and so the constant questions Nico used to get about his soulmark had stopped altogether. Until Will moved to town and befriended all of Nico’s friends. He didn’t know not to talk about his soulmate in front of Nico, or that he shouldn’t ask Nico about his.

Eventually, Will learned to stop bothering Nico with the soulmate talk, and the two became close friends. They spent time together on their own, outside of school, and Nico learned that Will had made a promise not to date or even kiss anyone that wasn’t his soulmate. He claimed he was a romantic. Nico thought he was stupid. (And cute. And Smart. And Funny. And he wished there was even the slightest chance that he could be Will’s soulmate, but he knew that would never happen. Even if his soulmark now said Will, there was still time for that to change. He couldn’t get his hopes up.)

Will started talking about colleges when they were juniors. Nico thought that the end of high school would mean the end of their friendship, but then Will started talking about schools with great English departments and Nico realized that Will was looking at places for the both of them. And figuring out how they could room together.

And that was how Will and Nico found themselves sharing a dorm their first year of college.

Nico’s heart had sunk when the name on his arm turned into Willow, but he realized that he was finally free to move on from Will. He also knew, though, that he had to be more cautious than ever when concealing his soulmark. He’d learned how to cover up his tattoo with makeup so that it was completely invisible, and had started showering late at night so that there was no chance for Will to see his arm before Nico went to bed.

Will caught Nico with a makeup bag one morning right as he was leaving for class. “What’cha got there?” Will asked as he poured coffee into his travel cup.

Nico hugged the bag close to his chest. “Nothing. Don’t you have class?”

“Yeah, I’m just about to leave,” Will replied. “I’ll see you later.”

Will watched as Nico walked into the bathroom. He saw the quickest flash of ink on Nico’s arm before he shut the door behind himself, and so Will left for class.

There was a mark on Nico’s arm. Right where his soulmark should be. Which meant that Nico had a soulmark. Which meant that...there was no way for Will and Nico to be together, even on the off chance that Will’s soulmate might reject him. Will’s mark said Niccol, and there were no words to express how disappointed he’d been when Nic hadn’t turned to Nico when they were in high school.

Will spent the entire day trying to figure out why Nico wouldn’t want to talk about his soulmate, and wound up returning home after dark. Their room was pitch black when he walked inside, and he could hear soft snores coming from Nico’s bed.

Will turned on the flightlight on his phone and tried to stay quiet as he got ready for bed. At one point, he heard the rustling of sheets on Nico’s bed and he froze, hoping that he hadn’t woken the other up, but when he looked over it seemed that Nico had just rolled over in his sleep. His arm was hanging off the bed, and Will could just barely make out the vague shape of a name on his forearm. Will inched closer to Nico, shining the light up just a little until he could read the name - Willow.

Will almost fell over backwards at the sight. That was his name on Nico’s arm. Him! Will! Willow Solace, that’s what was going to be on Nico’s arm for the rest of his life! And Will-- He looked down at his arm. During his class that day, Will’s tattoo had turned into Niccolò. He didn’t ever think that he would be in one of the rarest soulmate situations to exist - being caught between two soulmates.

He couldn’t imagine having another soulmate, someone that wasn’t Nico. How could he consider turning Nico down in favor of the person the universe had chosen for him? Or vice versa?

He needed to sleep. He couldn’t think about this right now, couldn’t risk having a panic attack in the middle of their dorm at eleven at night. He crawled into bed and pulled the blanket over his head.

He couldn’t stop thinking about it.

Days passed and he still couldn’t get the image of his own name on Nico’s arm out of his head. He couldn’t think of a way to tell Nico, because even the slightest mention of soulmates had always caused Nico to shut down. How would he even take it?

Will hadn’t been able to focus on anything. Not his classes, not his homework, not his study groups. He ended up skipping one of his tutoring sessions to come home early, finding Nico in their kitchenette making himself dinner. He was on the phone, talking to his mother - Will could only tell that much because they always spoke in Italian to each other - with the call on speakerphone as Nico moved around the space.

Of course, Will couldn’t make out what was being said, but their tones sounded argumentative. Then, suddenly, Will heard Mrs. di Angelo say, “Niccolò di Angelo--” and Will tripped on his own foot on his way over to his bed.

Nico spun around, spotting Will on the floor, and picked up the phone. “Mama. Mama, Will’s home, I have to go. I’ll call you back later.” Nico came to stand at the foot of Will’s bed, staring down at him. “Will? Are you alright?”

Will sat up quickly. “Did she say Niccolò?”

Nico tensed visibly, arms crossing over his chest as he looked away.

Will scrambled to his feet and stood toe-to-toe with Nico. “Niccolò?”

Nico gazed up at him.

Will swooped down and kissed him.

Nico pushed him back. “Will!” Nico shouted, jumping back toward his own bed. “What are you doing? I thought you wanted to save your first kiss for your soulmate!”

“I do!” Will told him. “I did. I did. Nico--” Will walked toward him, and Nico moved back until his knees hit his own bed. “Nico, you are my soulmate.”

Nico shook his head. “No…”

Will rolled up his sleeve, revealing the name Niccolò on his forearm. “Niccolò di Angelo, we’re soulmates.”

“No,” Nico said again, and pushed Will back until he could get to his desk. He pulled a pack of makeup wipes from the drawer and scrubbed at his arm until the tattoo appeared. “No, Will, we can’t be. We have different soulmates.”

Will cupped Nico’s cheek in his hand and forced him to look up at him. “My name is Willow. C’mon, Nico, you’ve met my mom, you know how she is. Do you really think she would name her son William? My name is Willow.”

Nico dropped onto the edge of his mattress, and Will sat gently beside him. “You can’t be.”

“I am,” Will whispered. “My name is Willow Solace, and you, Niccolò di angelo, my soulmate, I love you.”

Nico’s eyes had started to water when he looked up at Will again. He darted forward and pressed his lips to Will’s. “I was so scared,” he cried, pressing his forehead to Will’s. “I was so afraid you wouldn’t love me, I-- Will, I love you, too. So much.”

Neither of them could bare to let the other go for the rest of the night, meaning that Nico’s dinner burned on the stove and he missed his evening class, but it was fine. They had each other.

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[topcrewaviation]

✨Illuminate the Skies: Understanding Aircraft Navigation Lights❗ . ✈️ In this reel, we shed light on navigation essentials. With one green light on the right wing, a red light on the left, and a white light at the rear, these lights guide us through the night sky. Remember, when you see a green light to your left and red to your right, the aircraft is coming towards you. . 🌌Let's decode the language of the night sky together❗

[eene-fangirl]

Abyss-ED [An EddEddy Crossover, Part 1]

NOTE: If anyone has not seen the film The Abyss I strongly advise that you see this film. It is absolutely incredible. This scene is based off on the harrowing drowning scene from the film. And yes I had to split it into two parts because 1. It’s long and 2. I love making you guys wait in suspense! Enjoy!

Splashing through the frigid Pacific waters flooding into their compact submarine, Edd and Eddy did whatever they could do to stop the immense leak.

“Elvis Einstein Impersonators to Chickens and Bunnies, come in! Do you read me?” Edd sounded over the radio once more. “We are quickly talking on water! I repeat we are taking on water at an immense pace!”

“You really think they’re going to answer if you enhance your vocabulary?” Eddy teased. It was mainly to lighten the mood. The frigid water searing against his bare skin felt like knives shooting into him. Those survivors from the titanic weren’t exaggerating.

Edd sighed, ready to give in. “There’s no answer.”

“We’re flooding like a son of a bitch!” Eddy announced stating the obvious. A foot of water already made its home inside the submarine.

“I’ve noticed,” Edd noted with a sneer. Fortunately for Edd he couldn’t feel the freezing climate because of his wetsuit. He was well prepared for everything.

As Eddy studied the wall trying to find where the water was coming in, he nervously looked at Edd who was also in a panic. “I didn’t know those rocks were going to be around the corner!” He apologised to Edd.

His heart fell into the pit of his stomach. His latest screw up really messed everything up this time. For Edd. He had everything he’d been searching for. The greatest summer internship opportunity, along with studying with some of the smartest scientists, and even viewing sights so glorious for ones eyes. Eddy knew he should have just left Edd alone instead of begging for him to take him along on his next adventure. He couldn’t help it. That’s what happened when you missed someone you loved.

“Neither did I, Eddy,” Edd responded. He wasn’t at all bitter. Although Eddy couldn’t tell if he was covering it all up just for his sake. “Nobody has explored through these parts yet. We were the first!”

For a brief second, Edd’s glimmering expression distracted Eddy. That’s was also the reason for the accident. They were exploring a new and different world. Together.

Just then, a dozen electrical sparks shot out from the side of the sub, flying dangerously close to Eddy. The lights blinked, and went out for good, leaving the lovers in darkness.

Immediately, Edd picked up a flightlight and shined it on Eddy.

“Are you alright?” Edd asked worriedly.

“Yeah, the stupid water must’ve fouled up the wires! I didn’t do anything!”

Edd sighed, and smiled tenderly at his love. “I care more about you then this contraption, Eddy!”

Eddy smiled warmly at the comment. It eased some of Eddy’s tension. “Yeah. I’m okay. Are you?”

“Fine.”

More and more sea water poured into the submarine with no signs of stopping. Looking out the small ocular window Edd squinted and caught sight of the rig. They were quite some distance away.

“You think they’d come after us?” Eddy asked, his voice sounding unusually distressed.

“That’s what I’m trying to estimate! It’s sixty to seventy yards away. But it’s going to take them a while to find us!” Edd stared into the back of the sub. The amount of water was increasing at a quicker pace then expected. The best option was to stop the flooding and fast.

“Do you see where it’s coming in from?” Edd asked Eddy, shining the light into the dim room.

“Behind this panel!” Eddy grunted trying to remove it. Unfortunately, the panel was glued to the wall and wouldn’t budge. Not only that but Eddy was getting soaked from the splashing water.

“I wonder if we have any tools to help remove it.” Edd wondered. He shined his light all around and started walking into the wheel room. Everything on the ground was already underwater. The most random thought came to Edd’s mind. Were fish looking in on them right now? They were the abnormalities to them.

In immense splash caught Edd’s attention. Turning around, Eddy had fallen back into the water completely soaking himself from head to toe. He must have tried too hard to tare the panel off.

“Son of a bitch!” Eddy screamed, spitting out sea water. He pounding at the panel with his fist, as if to punish it.

Edd reached out and placed a calming hand on his boyfriend's shoulder. “Calm down, Eddy! You’re going to hurt yourself!”

“‘K!” Eddy responded bitterly, flipping his wet hair out of his face. Edd finally noticed that Eddy was shivering all over, and his teeth were even chattering. Not to mention, his hands were turning blue!

Putting the flashlight on a nearby shelf, Edd took Eddy’s hands and immediately rubbed them together creating friction. How could he forget that they were in waters below freezing?

“We need to get you out of here! Why on earth did you wear shorts?” Edd scolded.

“Crashing into rocks and flooding the sub weren’t on the list!”

“Then you should have at least accepted a wetsuit!”

“Your marine biologist group only supplied us with one scuba tank! I’m not the only one who should be reprimanded for bein’ unprepared!” Eddy did have a point there. As smart as most of these scientists were they were quite aloof.

Edd’s mind raced in a million different directions trying to come up with a plan. From the looks of it they didn’t have much time. The sub was now flooded up to their waists and rising. Eddy was shivering and shivering, continuing to swear under his breath. His breath was even starting to race. Not a good sign.

Shaking off the cold, Eddy Grabbed the nearby scuba tank and threw it around Edd’s back. “You swim back to the rig!” he ordered.

Edd refused it, lightly pushing it away, and shaking his head. “It’s at least an eight minute swim each way! If I went then you’d be…” Edd cut himself off. They both knew the dire consequences of what would happen. Reluctantly, Eddy slowly nodded, accepting the fact.

“We have to figure something out together!” Edd persuaded.

Eddy moved to hook Edd into his scuba tank. “Let’s get you set first!”

Just then Edd had an idea. He grabbed at the zipper holding his suit together. “No, you put this on!”

“No, keep it on!” Eddy frustratingly implored, zipping Edd back up. Now Edd was going to be difficult?

“You’re a better swimmer!”

“And you’re not! You need this more than I do!” Eddy argued. Edd couldn’t argue with that. Swimming was not his forte. Without another struggle (which was impossible in Edd’s case) Eddy finally strapped the scuba tank over Edd’s back.

“We need to think of the most logical option right now and we’re running out of time!” Edd urged. Their heads were close to touching the ceiling now.

“Double Dee, every idea people have come up with is crazy! There is no such thing as logic! F-Fuck logic!” Eddy was so cold that he could hardly form words anymore.

“Then what do you propose we do!” Edd shouted.

Eddy shivered. He could hardly even think now. Then he stared darkly at the water, eerily quiet for a second, until meeting Edd’s eyes. Edd frowned, fearful of the fear etched in Eddy’s blue eyes. In all the years Edd had known Eddy he never witnessed a look like that.

The next thing Edd knew Eddy took his hands, hugging them tightly. “L-Listen, listen, sockhead,” Eddy urged as gently as he could. “Do you t-trust me?”

Those words. “Yes. Yes, of course I do, Eddy!”

“And I trust you,” Eddy admitted earnestly. He then stared into his lovers enamoring green eyes and placed his cold hand on Edd’s cheek. It was enough to make Edd shiver. But he leaned into it, enjoying the gentle touch. “Y-You remember when you told me that story about how some guy was pulled out of the water after drowning? He wasn’t even breathing, and had no pulse. But, paramedics brought him back to life. Do you r-remember how long that was?”

“Ten minutes.” Edd responded, utterly confused.

“And it takes eight minutes to swim up to the rig!”

Edd’s blood ran cold, finally understanding what Eddy was getting at. He shook his head. “No… no, no!”

“Yes! Yes, it’s our only option! I drown, you t-tow me back to the rig, and then you can revive me. R-Raise me from the dead!”

As insane as Eddy's plan sounded they were running out of options. Tears fell from Edd’s eyes. This mission was only to explore ocean life. He wanted to go back to looking at all the fish and different creatures inhabiting the bottom of the ocean. And Eddy marveling over the sights made him so happy. He just wanted to come along to see what his internship was like. And then Edd realized how little time he’d spent with his boyfriend over the summer. They’d only been together for three months.

Three months…

“Christ, Eddy… this is insane…”

“Tell me about it!”

“What if…”

Eddy cut Edd off with a searing kiss easing their tension. Neither resisted the heated love. For all they knew it was possible that it was their last.

In a split second Eddy grabbed Edd’s helmet floating nearby and threw it over Edd’s head. “You can do this, Edd! You can do anything!” Eddy encouraged, locking his helmet into place. The water surrounded all around Edd’s head as he became a part of the water.

The last of Eddy’s air was a tiny space. The poor boy choked, coughing, and sputtering. His hands hit the ceiling, screaming from the frigid pain. Tears spilled down Edd’s face feeling so helpless as he watched Eddy thrashing about, struggling. Due to his sound proof helmet, Edd could not hear any of Eddy’s heart wrenching screams.

“God, why did I think of this stupid idea?!” Eddy screamed, accusing himself for coming up with literally one of the worst ideas ever. Right when he was cut off from air, Eddy ducked under the water.

Water was such a unique world from all the rest. No sound. Just a liquid world surrounding you. With no air.

Edd had a clear visual of Eddy’s contoured, scared expression while all Eddy could make out was a complete blur. Though he could just make out the green eyes.

Eddy reached out, holding Edd’s arms, practically squeezing the life out of him. Edd held him back doing whatever he could do to comfort his boyfriend. Words lodged inside his throat, unable to say anything. What could he say?

Eddy hugged Edd feeling himself slowly succumbing to no oxygen. It hurt. How it hurt. This was going to be quite the story to tell. No, he didn’t want Edd to know about this part. If he lived… God, if he lived he would make Edd invent a machine to erase all memories that were nightmares.

Hold me, Edd. I’m so scared!

Edd felt Eddy’s body convulse right under him until he noticed a string of bubbles.

And then… nothing.

[p0tat0-g0ddess]

so I was at a WW1 plane show today and at some point I saw this little boy and his mom and the kid was whining about something but then he looked over at me and saw the Lloyd flightlight on my purse and called over to me “I like your ninjago person” and then we talked about ninjago and also there was a dog and I got to pet her her name was Sadie

[bloodycassian]

Dean and Reader - Dynamics

Dean slowly got up from the muddy cave floor as he cocked his gun, trying to clear the slide of blood. He-deservedly- felt defenseless with an unloaded weapon. His anxiety somehow kicked up further as he heard aggressive splashing in the darkness ahead. His breathing picked up, the foul smell of the cavern completely gone now. He had to be ready for whatever was coming at him.

The satisfying click of a bullet being loaded into a chamber made you stop dead in your tracks. You weren’t sure how close it was, considering the echos in the cave.

“Dean?” You called in a moderately loud voice. Your eyes strained in the darkness, and you knew it was a bad idea to be looking for anything. Looking for things in the dark was what led you to your current occupation.

“Jesus.” you heard Dean sigh and another click. A relieved smile broke across your face. A flashlight momentarily blinded you. “You need a goddamn bell.” He quickly made his way over to you, handing you a backpack and a flightlight of your own. Dean sighed at your appearance. “How are you even messier than me?” He asked, the beam from his light scoping you up and down.

“Because I’m just better, baby.” You beamed at him when he shook his head and looked to his feet, smiling. You were glad to see only a few cuts on his arms and face. “Maybe you would get this gross if you did some work, slacker.” You joked, bumping into his side as you walked in time towards the cave’s exit.

“Maybe if you were a little more experienced you wouldn’t get so messy.” You couldn’t see his face, but you knew the sarcastic expression he was giving you. You didn’t say anything after that, unsure if you should bring up the fact that hunting monsters isn't a normal thing, let alone starting hunting them at- what? Ten?

By the time you made it back to the car, you were finally feeling some of the exhaustion. Dean could see, and took your bag, tossing it into the trunk. “Get in, I’ll drive.” He looked to the moon above for a moment. You turned to follow orders immediately, eager for the purring engine to put you to sleep. You knew Dean wouldn’t mind, and it would probably cause a fight if you tried to insist on driving.

“Hold on..” He put a hand on your shoulder. He paused so long when you faced him, you were wondering if you had missed something he had said. “Thank you.” He said quietly, his eyes searched yours and he nodded. He smiled at your smile. “Let’s go, hero.” You shoved him to the driver’s side slightly, knowing that was the best way for him to feel better about opening up to you, to trust you more.

You were glad to see him smile so much, something Sam questioned you about constantly. Sam was perplexed about you and his older brother’s relationship with each other and encouraged you to try to get Dean to talk about things. You isisted you weren’t a therapist and that Dean was a big boy, but Sam’s pleading looks made you feel like this was something more than just some family drama. It made you nervous sometimes.

You had no room for nerves at the moment, the vibrations of the muscle car quickly sucked you into slumber.

[andrewbrobst]

Free & Fabulous Fall Family Fun

We last assembled a list of “Free Fall Family Fun” in September of 2019. Then, the economy was thriving, unemployment was record-low, and kids were in school across the country. Little did we know how much more important cost-free entertainment would become just twelve months later. Today, as disposable income is fleeting and family time is more abundant than ever, we think it’s an ideal time to return to our list and add some new entries.

Zoom Blast from the Past

There aren’t many things that are easier to do in the age of quarantine. Travel is all but impossible, socializing is taboo, and seemingly everything requires a webcam. But one thing is easier to do that ever before (and likely ever again): scheduling time with people you love. No longer can we say “if only we can find a time to get together.” Chances are, you’re available to (virtually) hang out with people you’ve lost touch with. And chances are, they are too. So how can you use this rare opportunity for connection? Consider using it to introduce your kids to people they’ve long heard of but never met. A “blast from the past” if you will. Perhaps it’s the college roommate who went on to build an interesting company, or the distant relative who gave you some great advice before moving overseas. We could all use a bit more connection these days. Reach out. Chances are, they’ll be thrilled you did.

Tourists for a Day

No matter where you live, out-of-town visitors often bring out the same revelation: “Well, we never actually go there, but it’s totally awesome. You should check it out while you’re here!” It’s easy to take our hometowns for granted. To forgo the impressive parks, historical landmarks, and iconic buildings and opt to lounge on the couch instead. This fall, take a Saturday to play “tourists for a day.” Check a few travel books out from the library, and dig through them on weeknights leading up to the free staycation. Give each family member a different colored sticky note to mark points of interest. Compare notes over dinner, and make a plan. You’ll make connections in the planning, memories on the weekend, and might even discover new favorite hangouts for years to come.

Family Invention Challenge

If you missed last summer’s Family Invention Challenge, we strongly recommend you take a look at it today. A kid-friendly spin on Shark Tank, the challenge turns problems and headaches into solutions (and even potential spending money.) It doesn’t have to cost a dime, but it could make you a few. Plus, it’s a great way to transform the bad habit of complaining into a good one: problem solving. 

Neighborhood Leaf Bonanza

Kids and adults have different perspectives on lots of things. One of them most glaring: leaves. To adults, their presence is a chore. To kids, the more the better. Want to give your kids the leaf pile of their dreams? Team up with your neighbors to rake all of their leaves on a designated day, then collect the crunching wonders in massive pile on a tarp. Let the kids jump and play to their hearts’ content, then fill your yard waste bags together as a neighborhood.

Fort Night

No, we’re not talking about a game, here. We’re talking about the old school, blankets everywhere, flightlight-in-hand, books open, phones off, cozy paradise that is fort building. But this fall, don’t just toss a pile to the kids and do the dishes. Join in on the fun with clamps and height your kids can’t access to create a maze of forts for the whole family to enjoy. When your cotton metropolis has been set up, turn on a family movie for a blockbuster screening under the blankets. 

Rube Goldberg Machine

When the season’s first rainy day arrives, use the weather as an excuse to get creative indoors. Rube Goldberg was a cartoonist famous for making sketches of complicated machines tasked with simple assignments like wiping a man’s face with a napkin using a series of gears, gizmos, and gadgets. Today, a YouTuber by the name of Joseph’s Machines has brought the cartoons to life with real contraptions guaranteed to amaze. Get some inspiration from Joseph, then engineer a Rube Goldberg machine with your kids.

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