#fort Fitzgerald

[justarandomidiot1]

James Riley Appreciation Week!

Free Day!

happy pride month!

based on this and this

[lanihaluki]

Deleting my dating apps because I want to meet someone the old fashioned way (i meet this depressed human kid one day at stonehenge and learn he’ll be my first friend in the future but not really because im gonna be manipulating him and his friends the whole time so i can get my long lost family back and we can rule over all humanity together (yay!!!), but later end up going to two diff schools for magic and accidentally caring about him despite me being a human hater bc humans destroyed atlantis, only for him to ask me for help to destroy magic and i realize how evil my family really is and that everything they told me my whole life was a lie)

[rosebud64]

Yeag

[philoursmars]

Marseille, il y a maintenant 3 semaines. Il y avait au MuCEM, côté Fort Saint-Jean une autre expo "Trophées et Reliques" :

Johanna Cartier : "Brilliante"

Laurent Perbos : "Ballon²"

ballon de commémoration de la victoire à la Ligue des Champions OM-AC Milan 1993

boule de bowling de John Fitzgerald Kennedy ; gant de Cassius Clay; chaussure de foot de Beckenbauer ; bombe d'équitation de Lady Diana; ballon de foot de Pelé; bonnet d'aviateur de Saint-Exupéry

ballons de rugby - 1930 ; à droite XIX-XXe s.

gants de boxe d'entraînement de Marcel Cerdan - 1944

[earth-1218designate]

Damn FWB was so dope :

Had to cop this at TBS Comics. Found out when I put this up that all my comics have gotten water-logged with all the tropical weather all over the South.

Might have the toss my collection. Ruminating on it. Either way, I just know I miss FWB like a muthaphukka already.

[catsconflictscopicsandchamomile]

*deep, tired beowulf scholar sigh*

I know he has a big dick

several dozen loud drunk vikings and one very ostentatious big shiny meadhall made the size of his "manhood" VERY clear to everyone about 1500 years ago

I know Garth has a big dick ok

(still not over the fact that it took me OVER THREE YEARS of Spn Beowulf analysis to realize that the half-angel, half-old-norse-werewolf leader and strategist of the hunter community, whose name literally translates to "Guarded Fort, Son of the Spear King*" is Hrothgar. also his name is Garth and he's literally half-norse half-christian it is so, so stupid that I didn't notice this)

[selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs]

Sleeping in the mansion somewhere else, beside your room, can be a lottery.

You could wake up to...

🐯 Atsushi, in his tiger form, curled around you.

📒 Kunikida, mumbling about being irresponsible sleeper, while tucking you in.

🩺 Yosano taking care of your nails, giving you a hand massage.

🌨️ Junchirou using his ability, making you think, that you are sleeping in a cloud.

👩🏻 Naomi, preparing you a cup of your favorite beverage.

🍵 Kirako gushing over cat videos.

🛏️ Katai, putting his futon around you.

🐄 Kenji carrying you to your room.

🐰 Kyouka, offering you crêpes.

🕵🏻 Ranpo using you as a table for his snacks and a cuddle-pillow at the same time.

👘🗡️ Fukuzawa playing with your hands.

🦀🪢 Dazai plopping down on you, wanting cuddles.

💉 Mori, trying to take your measurements for your new piece of clothes.

🍷 Chuuya hugging you, while complaining to Dazai at the same time.

🌂 Kouyou quietly reading to herself.

🇫🇷 Verlaine letting you use his lap as a pillow.

🎧 Rimbaud using his ability to make sure you stay in a safe and quiet place.

🚩 Flags having a competition, of who can put the most blankets on top of you.

🧥 Akutagawa guarding you. And trying to put your hand on top of his head and get pets.

🔫 Higuchi trying to put accessories on you.

🚬 Hirotsu quietly talking about last big news.

🔪 Gin planning your next together time with Ryunosuke and her.

🩹🧲 Tachihara trying to sneakily hug you.

🍰 Elise drawing you a picture.

💎 Karma quietly thanking you for being the reason why Fyodor spared him.

⭐⭕ Kyuusaku building a pillow fort around you.

🍋 Kajii complaining to the fake scientific videos.

🍛 Oda petting your hair.

💰 Fitzgerald making another list of what to give you as a present.

🦝 Poe writing his next novel, with Karl snuggling with you.

🐋 Melville reading a newspaper.

🐙 Lovecraft making a hammock for you out of his tentacles.

🍇 Steinbeck watching a movie.

☕ In Annie's room, with Lucy discussing Atsushi with Annie.

🪶 Alcott leaving you a cup of coffee.

👒 Mitchell using her ability to make slight wind to keep air cool.

♊ Twain writing his book, discussing it with Huck and Tom.

✝️ Hawthorne going through library books and unintentionally making a book fort around you.

😷 Pushkin eating something, leaving an extra serving for you.

🫖 Goncharov making a whole meal for you.

🐀 Fyodor playing with your hair. Will always happen, if you sleep somewhere else, beside your room.

🦇 Bram trying to quietly ask you, how to use Internet.

🤡 Nikolai snuggling to you, burying his nose in the crook of your neck.

🃏 Sigma playing cards with himself.

⚔️ Fukuchi enjoying some alcohol.

👧👩👵 Teruko, giving commands to other Hunting Dogs, then putting a blanket over you, as an apology for waking you up.

💧 Jounou using you as a pillow.

🌸 Tetchou trying to feed you, while you are still sleepy. Will cuddle with you as an apology.

⛩️ Taneda playing checkers against himself.

💻 Ango doing some work and downloading something for you to watch/play.

🥷 Tsujimura writing a review about last spy movie she saw.

🕶️ Ayatsuji and his cats snuggling to you.

👻 Mushitarou mumbling about Ranpo and not letting him using you s a snack table.

⌚ André Gide silently guarding the room you are in.

🐉🍎🍏 Shibusawa making a catalog of his ability collection from the basement.

🐈‍⬛ Natsume snuggling with you in a cat form.

🤖 Adam monitoring your breathing and heart rate.

👧🏻 Aya reading mystery novels and trying to guess who is guilty.

🚸 Kousuke, Yuu, Katsumi, Shinji and Sakura playing.

🐅 BEAST! Atsushi, in a tiger form, chuffing and rubbing his head against you.

🥋BEAST! Akutagawa glaring at everyone, who dares to came near you.

🕴️BEAST! Gin doing paperwork.

📖 BEAST! Oda writing his novel.

📝 BEAST! Dazai is trying to plop on you and cuddle before OG! Dazai can.

⛓️ BEAST! Chuuya carrying to your room.

🧑‍⚕️BEAST! Mori trying to keep others far from the room, trying to let you sleep in peace.

👩‍⚕️BEAST! Elise playing with Oda kids.

🌨️👿 BEAST! Kuyoka guarding the room, while staying in the corner.

[deancasbigbang]

Arms Around His Angel

Author: blackhorsedances

Artist: stonelions

Rating: Explicit

Pairings: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Benny LaFitte/Garth Fitzgerald IV, Gabriel/Kali. Charlie Bradbury/Meg Masters; Jody Mills/Donna Hanscum. Past Dean and Lee Webb; Past Dean and Lisa Braeden; Past Dean and Benny LaFitte. Sam Winchester/Jess Winchester.

Length: 45831

Warnings: N/A

Tags: Alternate Universe. Inventor Castiel, Rancher Dean Winchester. Top Cas/Bottom Dean. Angst. Miscommunication. Hurt/Comfort. Smut. Fluff. Happy Ending.

Summary: “What’s Jack doing, Sam? Garth says he and Honeybee are out most days from breakfast until well after lunch. Jody says he packs peanut butter and banana sandwiches.” Sam shrugs. “He says he’s out visiting Mister Cas. I think he probably found the fort we built that one summer, and is holed up out there with sandwiches for his imaginary friends. Let it be, Dean. The heifers are out in the north pasture. The steers are in the east pasture. There’s nothing out by the fort to worry about.” “Snakes, Sam. There are snakes to worry about.” Sam looks at Dean across the kitchen island, and shakes his head, hair flopping over into his eyes. “You’re the one that told me that a mule will kill a snake faster than you can say ‘snake’, and I believe you because I’ve seen Honeybee do it. Let him be. Ben will be out of school in a couple of weeks, and he’ll be following Ben around like a puppy.” “Heh, you’re probably right.” Dean runs a hand down the back of his neck. “I know I am, Dean. You worry about all of us, but you worry too much. You can’t watch over everyone all of the time.”

Link to Fic | Link to Art

[wexhappyxfew]

very thought of you

(a/n): judy rybinski, my sweet sunshine child, you deserve the very best for all the emotion you hold in and try to hide. enjoy your dance with rosie rosenthal girl <3333

She found that nights after missions, the flying club was usually left pretty quiet.

Of course, there was soft jazz from the corner, a few people sat around talking quietly with one another, sharing drinks, or tired conversation, but it was never alive with life like it had been in the summer - when people had still been fairly filled with something more than life.

Judy sat at the table her and Bessie had occupied a few times when people would be on the dance floor, twisting and twirling one another like it was the night of their lives. She always would watch - the airmen with a lady from town or a nurse or a Clubmobile girl, the smiles on their faces, their giggles, the whispering and exchanging of jokes or conversation there in a tightly-held embrace.

She always wondered what that would be like - wrapped in the arms of someone, to dance with them, gaze into their eyes, and just for once, have it just be the two of them. Whoever that other person may be.

A few of the girls hadn't bothered to come tonight - some of the recent happenings were seemingly getting to everyone. With the fresh losses of Major Cleven, Major Egan, Brady, DeMarco, their crews and just about every other notable face they'd flown in here with, some people were doing better than others. Some just wanted to be left alone, others came to have a drink, make conversation, some sat and read or smoked or stared at the sky.

Judy had to get out of the barracks and be in some fresher air with some of the men - Dougie usually was always a good face to have around, Ev Blakely a comforting shoulder. Crosby was usually around, but he wasn't taking Bubbles' loss too well either. They seemed to all be picking up the pieces of what was lost. And it wasn't going entirely too well.

Judy sat with a Coca-Cola, straying a bit from the idea of a beer - she just couldn't enjoy the thought of a beer as she sat alone at a table, staring out towards an empty dance floor. The idea was almost haunting - enjoy beer, while Major Cleven and Major Egan were MIA or dead? The thought was almost too much.

So, she sat alone with her Coca-Cola and enjoyed the quiet hum of the music and the half-written letter to her siblings and parents back home in North Carolina and was content with that for the minute.

Leaning her head on her upbent arm against the table, she glanced towards the entrance and was surprised to see Lieutenant Rosenthal coming through the doorway, removing his peak cap, a small smile on his face, tired eyes wandering the group, before moving towards the bar. His fort had taken some pretty hard hits after the mission today - the first back from R&R, which had been quite enjoyable as it was just his crew and Silver Bullets. The few conversations they'd had there hadn't been much. Just in passing, or he'd offer her a wave if he was on the grounds. But he'd been in another world it seemed, his head in the sky, body on the ground.

And so now, seeing him after all their first missions back, she would've thought he'd be out with his fort or asleep.

Seeing him here, she smiled a bit.

Judy glanced back to the empty dance floor, a soft crooning Ella Fitzgerald song above her as she let the music take her a bit.

"I was beginning to wonder if any of the Silver Bullets were going to make it out tonight," she heard a voice say and she slowly glanced upward to find Lieutenant Rosenthal there, a Coca-Cola in his own hand and a smile on his face, "mind if I join you?" Judy froze for a moment, her brain rewiring it felt, before she nodded and sat up a bit.

"Of course, sir." she said, "Please." She nodded to the other seat at the table and he sent her a quiet gaze, before settling down in the chair and turning his head her way.

"You doing okay?" he asked her, "I've been meaning to check in on Annie, but….." Judy watched him for a moment, his comforting eyes something that drew her in that very instance and it made her feel like she could say anything in her mind, right to him and he'd understand.

"I'm okay," Judy said quietly, "just….had to take time out of the barracks. Lieutenant Bradshaw's…..she's….." Judy's words trailed off in a pathetic attempt to cover up what Annie was really feeling. The dark circles under her eyes, the sleepless nights, the night-wandering, the mornings they'd find Annie outside, sat on the step, out-cold from exhaustion.

"It's okay," Rosenthal said, "I'll talk to her later. I know people aren't feeling the best in the past few weeks. What about you?" Judy looked to him and offered an impromptu smile his way.

"Alright, sir." Judy said, and then nodded, "Best I can. I guess you could say, I'm trying to keep going, keep smiling….for the others." Rosenthal smiled and lightly tilted his head toward her.

"I think that'll be good for everyone in the long run," he told her, but then leaned against the table and lowered his voice, "but, truly, you don't have to do that for me." Judy stared at him, her heart pounding, her emotion building somewhere in her head, behind her eyes and she saw that look on his face and knew that things were coming to a head.

"You okay?" he asked her quietly, and that's when her eyes welled with tears.

There was something about people like Major Cleven, Major Egan, Captain Faulkner, Lieutenant Bradshaw and now…Lieutenant Rosenthal. They were people Judy trusted with her life, because they were all some of the best leaders the 100th would ever see in her mind. And they were people that cared about their group, their men, their fort, people that wanted the best and would lead the best they could for the bettering of the group.

And usually, they could manage to get Judy's water-works going.

Because they saw her in a way others didn't. They cared. She put up her walls, put on the smile, and continued like that. Day in and day out. And without fail, those walls would get battered and bruised, and she'd be standing behind it, barely keeping it up, tears in her eyes, limbs shaking. And that's how she was right now - like Lieutenant Rosenthal could see right through to her.

Judy watched him with tears in her eyes. Then, she watched his hand slowly reach forward and grasp one of her own, lazily laid upon the table, his larger hand encasing her own in a warm, consoling embrace. She sniffled and watched through blurred eyes as his thumb gently brushed against her rough skin - between the gloves and the machinery in the ball turret, her hands had seemingly taken the brunt of it all.

Yet, his touch was present and there and grounding her in a way in that very moment that nothing else seemed to be. She wished she was stronger than this sometimes. But maybe she'd been strong for too long. Something in her head told her this didn't mean anything - his touch, him looking at her like that - but then the tiny voice in her head said something else, something deeper. That it meant everything.

"Here," he said, reaching into his pocket and producing a handkerchief.

"Thank you, sir," she said, taking it, through a rather tearful admission of thanks and he smiled at her and grasped her hand a bit tighter.

"No need to thank me," he said, "and….it's just Robert…or Rosie. You don't need to call me sir." She stared at him, and then managed a slight smile and nodded. She wiped at her eyes and then let out a weak sigh and looked to him. He watched her tentatively as she tightly grasped the handkerchief, and stared at their hands there on the table.

It was quiet for a few moments, him staring at her, Judy looking at their hands, a quiet reprieve settled between the two, the two of them letting the other take a moment to just be. 'The Very Thought of You' by Billie Holiday slowly moved through the quiet bubble of noise above them and she glanced towards Rosie who was sat quietly, staring now at their hands, his frame more relaxed, more silent, but still there.

"Hey, Rosie?" she asked him quietly - he looked up at her and offered a small smile.

"What's up?"

"Do you want to dance?" she asked him - it came out quicker than she had wanted, and sounded a bit more like a jumble of words, and she could feel a bit of a flush crawling up her neck. But then Rosie smiled.

"I'd love to," he said, "here." He slowly stood, taking her hand and came around the table, before taking her other hand and pulling her to her feet. For a moment, they watched one another, before he backed towards the open dance floor, Billie Holiday's voice soft and nostalgic over the speakers, as they stood in the center of the floor.

And slowly, Rosie's hands traveled to her waist, his other hand lacing into her own, as he brought her closer to him. Judy looked up into his eyes, his presence so close to her own - God, his aftershave was overwhelming every portion of her being by this point and she wasn't complaining. Judy could hardly get her arm around his neck and instead rested her hand on his arm and then looked up at him.

"I'm sorry for my sweaty hands." she said, the first thought to come to her mind. And Rosie let out a laugh, and shook his head and brought his lips to her ear.

"It's alright," he said quietly, "you ever dance before?" Judy's heart was racing at the sudden closeness and let out a shaky breath. She turned her head the slightest bit to his ear and licked her lips.

"Not like this." she whispered back. Rosie laughed, his warm breath on her shoulder as he slowly swayed them back and forth, taking the lead just as she would've wanted. This was unfamiliar territory to her, every bit of this. But it felt comfortable to be in his embrace, having his touch and presence so close to her own.

"Just follow my lead." he said quietly to her. She was so much shorter than him, it was almost comical - a ball-turret gunner and a pilot who was nearly a full head or two taller than her - she could barely keep on her tip-toes. But, he guided her softly in the middle of the floor, as the song continued, the two of them wrapped in each other's warmth there in the middle of the floor.

And as the song came to a close, Judy found her arms wrapping around his center, her chest pressed in his chest, her head turned into him, listening to the soft thrum of his heart, the gentle thump-thump-thump the comfort that kept her grounded there right now. His hand found its way to her back, the other lingering between her shoulder and the lower portion of her head.

She felt so comfortable curled against him, like she were able to hide from the world for a bit in the middle of this war. Smelling his cologne, feeling his hands holding her there against him, listening to his heart deep within his chest.

When the song had finished, and it melted into a Frank Sinatra piece - something Marianne would've appreciated - she found herself tightly bound in his embrace, not wanting to let go of this block of comfort she was now holding onto so tightly. And he seemed far from letting go, rubbing his hand up and down her back, pulling a few strands of her loose hair from her braids from the right side of her face and circling a thumb on the upper portion of her shoulder.

They stood there for a few moments, Judy simply soaking in this feeling - him standing there, her curled against him. Her eyes welled with tears when she seemed to come to it - this feeling. Being here with him. Rosie letting her just be like this. She was so tired, drained and worn down - everything about her had been exhausted to an extent where she was dumb. And Rosie's warmth seemed to be melting every bit of that about her.

"Thank you." Judy whispered just quietly enough for Rosie to hear her, "Thank you so much." Rosie chuckled, the soft rumble in his chest, making his heartbeat speed up a bit, which made her smile as he rubbed her back a bit more comfortingly than he had previously. She could tell he was smiling when he spoke.

"Didn't know you were a Billie Holiday fan." he said quietly, "I should've asked what you liked." Judy laughed slightly, blinking away some of the tears and leaned back a bit to look up at him and was met with his fully, rosy-cheeked face watching her, his eyes exuding nothing but what felt like…..damn-near love in her own eyes as he watched her.

"Billie Holiday, Ella Fitzgerald, Doris Day…." she said quietly, "Ma's a big fan of them. What about you, though - heard you were an Artie Shaw type of guy - big band. Makes sense." Rosie let out a laugh that was music to her ears and nodded.

"Big Artie Shaw fan," he said, "guess stuff gets around." Judy laughed and nodded.

"Marianne knows a whole lot more than we credit her for." Judy said and Rosie smiled at her, this silent unspoken message between them saying a whole lot more than whatever words could bargain for - finding comfort in someone else who was going through this hellish war just like you were. It was something that you carried closer to you more than anything else.

Judy smiled up at him, and the quiet look on his face was something you couldn't replicate, this intense focus simply on her, watching her every move, concealing yet telling all at once. Her cheeks felt like they were completely flaming now as he watched her, but she couldn't look away from his gaze.

But then Judy, out of the pureness of her heart, stood to her tip-toes and pulled him into a hug, where his arms enveloped her and they held each other there for a moment in time. A hug meant a thousand words more than anything else in that moment.

[moonlight-prose]

didn't know u were doing an event !!!! I'm glad I just caught it.

I'm excited wait okay so I want from the prompt list f. Scott Fitzgerald (? Not sure if I wrote it right)

❛ you are afraid of being in love then? ❜

with Jake lockley 🤍✨

THE UNKNOWN

a/n: i remember asking if we could do a different one, but this prompt made me actually want to break a part jake lockley's psyche and dig into his brain. so i ran with what is basically a character analysis. as always i suck at answering requests on time so this is late, but i hope you enjoy it regardless.

summary: he didn't know what love meant when it was unconditional, when there was no strings or requirements that had to be met. he didn't know what to do with it. where to put it. but you'd show him.

word count: 1.1k+

pairing: jake lockley x reader

warnings: not explicit, angst, like so much angst, jake is afraid of falling, comfort to the highest degree, unedited and unbetad and probably a mess of words.

He wouldn't meet your eyes—his hands clamped together in his lap as he bowed his head. Conversations weren't his forte. None that lasted longer than a quick greeting, an exchange of information, and the odd joke here and there. He didn't know where to place the words, where the meaning was meant to land; the fear of doing it wrong turned out to be his biggest hindrance.

Yet for a man who wasn't afraid...the realization was jarring.

"Jake..."

He let out a breath, squeezing his eyes shut, before they met yours briefly. "I'm thinking cariño."

Steven would have been the better person for this, the easier choice to give you. He understood how to speak without needing a moment to think, the words flowing with a simplicity Jake and Marc never had. A part of him nearly relinquished control, ready to step out of the limelight for a moment, as Steven conveyed what he wanted to say.

But you weren't here for Steven Grant. You weren't sitting there, a button down shirt covering your once naked body, drinking a mug of atole he made at the drop of a hat, for anyone else other than him.

What is this?

The question that brought a wave of dread in his body. A question he'd considered himself over the months of seeing you. He knew those words would fall from your lips eventually—knew that it would only be a matter of time before you asked for more. He simply wished he had more time to figure it out.

What were you to him? What was he to you?

Suddenly the thought of providing answers felt worse than fighting in the suit. He wished he could vanish, busy himself with something, but your eyes were an insistent burn on his skin. One that he longed to keep in place. Jake more often than not felt cold on the inside, as if someone turned off the light to his heart. But when you looked at him...the flame sparked to life—roaring through his body with a happy contented hum.

"Permanent," he said into his mug, shifting in his seat as he tried to find solace in the truth.

Even the word felt strange coming off his tongue. It must have been a mistake, wrong in some way he couldn't discern yet. Only his heart kept his consistent steady beat, assured and welcome to the slight change in the path.

Forever. Till time runs out. And even as the universe caves in on itself...this will remain.

Your lips pulled up into a smile, eyes shining with a look he could now place. Each time you caught his gaze, each moment you wore that look he felt the confusion linger. The question of what it meant rising up his throat.

Now...he could see it. As if the clouds finally parted and the moonlight shone down around you.

"I wanted to tell you sooner," he began, voice wavering slightly. He hoped you didn't notice. You caught every bit of himself he tried to hide away. "I'm not good with...mierda...this isn't—"

The scrape of your chair being pushed back startled him—his gaze wide as he watched you slip closer. Until your legs were settled on either side of his hips and you sat in his lap. His mug was discarded on the table in favor of grasping your hips, the warmth of your body a need he relished in.

If he could bottle this feeling up, carry it with him, he wouldn't hesitate.

"You are afraid of being in love then?"

Jake Lockley refused to let you in on the secret—the truth he kept from Marc and Steven. The reality of his heart that unknowingly stopped beating for him long ago. He swore he couldn't feel the thump of it beneath his chest anymore. It was a belief he accepted, something he could cling to. But when he ran into you on a whim, stuck in a library because of Steven, he felt his heart start up again with a vigor that terrified him.

He wasn't afraid of loving you. He found it quite easy actually. As if breathing was second to this, to the way he held your hand during the day, and pulled you close at night.

No, loving you was the simplest thing he'd ever done in his life.

He was terrified of losing you.

Of waking up one day to find that every moment, every touch, every kiss...was a figment of his imagination. He was horrified by the thought that someday in the future, you wouldn't be here to save him from himself. You wouldn't stand by his side, take his hand in yours, and kiss the knuckles with a reverence that broke him in half.

One day...you might see him as a monster rather than the man you gave your heart to.

"Te amo," he murmured against your palm as you cupped his face, thumbs pressing into his cheekbones. "I'm not afraid of being in love with you cariño. 'S too late for that anyways."

You breathed a laugh and Jake felt the valves of his heart snap off. "Then what is it?"

"You might...not like what you see inside there." Lifting your hands, he pressed them to his head, your thumbs finding a spot along his temples. "I don't want to scare you."

Relief spilled into his chest at your smile—at the soft laugh that fell free. He looked at you as if you hung the moon, as if he didn't possess the powers of the god. Because somewhere in his mind, he believed that you were a gift, a promise that one day things would be okay. That he might find the same amount of love in someone else he couldn't find in himself.

"You couldn't scare me even if you tried Lockley." He dug his teeth into the skin of his cheek, the pain leveling him—distracting him from the sting of tears. "I know you too well already. All of you."

His heart stuttered, hands gripping your hips a bit tighter until pain bloomed beneath the skin. It didn't affect you - barely skimmed the surface of your mind—because he wasn't grasping onto you, he was reaching for the balance that'd been unearthed from his feet. He clung to the steady rock you became. The piece of himself he didn't know he'd been looking for.

"Stop being afraid," you breathed against his forehead. "I'm here to catch you."

A shaky breath left his lips, his arms wrapping around your waist as he dragged you closer. You were everything he longed for, all that he needed to breathe properly. You were his heart made real.

For the first time, he took the final step off that unknown cliff that sent fear curling around his spine. He let out a sigh, closed his eyes, and...fell.

[justarandomidiot1]

oh my god have i ever posted this on tumblr i don't think i have

revenge of magic fans come get your crumbs

based on this classic image

[lanihaluki]

stardew valley rom au my beloved

[fuji-irid]

hey where did this come from 🤨

I FINALLY FINISHED IT. phew. here’s an mock-up info page for haru allegro, my rain code OC!

might get into talking about her dynamics with the rest of the NDA and such later, but for now have this

official description under cut in case it’s hard to read:

Haru Allegro

Japanese VA: Sora Amamiya English VA: Allanah Fitzgerald

One of the Master Detectives dispatched to Kanai Ward. Her Forte is Soundproofing.

Despite being certified as a Master Detective by the World Detective Organization, she is more often recognized for her work as a contract advisor or an arbitrator. She is a versatile thinker and uses any information she gathers to her advantage, but at times she may be a bit dense and hold certain preconceptions that cloud her judgement.

Forensic Forte: Soundproofing The ability to block sound in a wide variety of spaces, as long as it is within a short distance from her.

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also here’s a transparent version of her splash ⬇️

i also wrote my voice claims for her! for her japanese voice i was mostly imagining sora amamiya’s role as akame in akame ga kiru (though a bit stronger with her diction). for english, literally i just listened to fitzyVA / allanah fitzgerald’s voice demo and i knew her medium/lower voice was perfect

[petiteblasee]

Desafio literário • 2024 | Leituras de agosto à novembro

★ 𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐎

Um livro que faça parte de uma série/trilogia

A Amiga Genial [Tetralogia Napolitana #1] - Elena Ferrante. Já dizia Lady Gaga: talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show stopping, spectacular, never the same, totally unique, completely not ever been done before... e por aí vai. Fiz uma resenha sobre como essa história me arrebatou (ESTOU OBCECADA! | My Brilliant Friend - Elena Ferrante.), apesar do meu receio por conta do hype, e agora só vivo falando dessa obra por todo canto. Por esse motivo, não irei me estender, mas fica aqui a dica: LEIAM, PELAMOR!

Um livro publicado na década de 20

O Curioso Caso de Benjamin Button - F. Scott Fitzgerald. Apesar de não ser muito fã da adaptação, ela me trouxe até a obra original porque é impossível não ficar interessada numa história onde a vida ao avesso fosse possível, e foi uma leitura bem reflexiva. Nascer de forma contrária não importa muito quando a vida é implacável em mostrar como nosso anseio de viver como queremos, no momento que queremos, não será obedecido. Vamos nascer e morrer de forma limitada porque a humanidade é assim, e a sociedade criada não ajuda muito. É um conto curtíssimo mas bom demais para refletir sobre como viver da melhor forma possível.

★ 𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐑𝐎

Um livro que tenha como tema realeza

Uma biografia

Reinas Malditas - Cristina Morató. Essa biografia é bastante interessante porque evidencia a humanidade na realeza e como o privilégio não tira sofrimento algum - ainda assim, preferia sofrer sendo rica. É muito forte falar que algumas mereceram o destino, mas não aguento que parte delas não sofreriam tanto se tivessem feito o básico. Enfim, uma vida alheia à necessidade básica aliena bastante e torna suas prioridades pequenas demais diante da vastidão que é governar um povo. Que tenham encontrado a paz e liberdade que tanto almejavam nos últimos segundos de vida.

★ 𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐁𝐑𝐎

Um livro com apenas um nome no título

Galateia - Madeline Miller.

Uma história curta com uma tema delicado onde nada ficou faltando é de se admirar, e a madeline me conquistou de vez com essa capacidade.

Não me recordo de ter conhecido o mito antes, mas sei que a minha criação seria capaz de me fazer pensar que essa história seria um lindo romance e adorei ter visto esse outro lado.

Não me estenderei: leiam!

Um livro inacabado

Blues - Robert Crumb. Sinopse: "Blues" é uma homenagem de Robert Crumb para a música "dos antigos", em especial para a música negra norte-americana do inicio do século XX. Seres legendários como Robert Johnson, Charles Patton, Jelly Roll Morton e seus demônios passeiam por essas páginas, junto com todos aqueles gênios anônimos, amadores apaixonados por uma música verdadeiramente popular, anteriores aos esquemas comerciais da grande Industria Cultural. São histórias que Crumb foi construindo através dos anos , que mostram e criticam as evoluções da musica popular através do século XX. Queria conhecer mais sobre o BLUES e até que trouxe histórias interessantes, mas a forma com que o autor resolveu misturar as histórias me deixou um pouco confusa. Ainda assim, vale a pena a leitura para quem é fã do gênero literário e musical.

★ 𝐍𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐑𝐎

Um livro que é uma reeleitura

Geekerela - Ashley Poston.

Recontos da cinderela sempre servindo ao tirar a ressaca literária com a história gostosinha de uma sofredora dando a volta por cima depois de tanta humilhação e aqui melhora muito com a pitada bem geek de uma fã que encontra no mundo ficcional uma forma de lidar com a realidade do mundo.

Aqui a roda não é inventada, mas a criação de um universo tão aconchegante e inspirador que é Starfield é muito bacana, e a forma com que ele une os protagonistas é divertido demais. A gente sabe qual será o fim, mas isso não atrapalha a ansiedade que vem quando acompanhamos a jornada.

E como o livro fala sobre a força de uma adaptação, espero que esse livro tenha uma e ela seja uma deliciosa romcom nerd. É uma ótima leitura para um feriado.

Um livro ambientado num lugar que deseja conhecer

História do Novo Sobrenome [Tetralogia Napolitana #2] - Elena Ferrante.

"No mundo não havia nada a ser vencido (…) o tempo simplesmente deslizava sem nenhum sentido, e era bom encontrar-se de vez em quando só para ouvir o som disparatado do cérebro de uma ecoando no som disparatado do cérebro da outra."

Eu coloquei esse livro no desafio de "um lugar que deseja conhecer" só porque estava presa na história e PRECISAVA encaixar ela no meu desafio mensal sem me sentir culpada por deixa-la de lado e terminei a leitura totalmente presa à lila e lenu nessa vida completamente caótica. A mão da lina eu não soltei em momento algum, e olha que ela se entregou ao desassossego de uma forma que colocou o mundo dela e os seus abaixo, mas como não fazer? Como não se permitir viver o pouco de prazer que a vida oferece? Ela, que tanto foi oferecida como moeda de troca, precisou redescobrir suas vontades e desejos, mesmo que isso a aproximasse da fatalidade.

Foi por uma pessoa bastante duvidosa? Sim; mas não julgarei.

E o que dizer da lenu cada vez mais reconhecendo que não consegue se afastar porque isso é a chama que a move? A lenu seria uma excelente acadêmica sem a vivência no bairro ao lado da lila, mas ela nao teria o que desperta nos outros a vontade de permanecer na sua escrita pela ordem e força com que as histórias e análises dela são colocadas.

Para além das relações entre as duas, eu me senti totalmente jogada no abismo com a mudança de todos ali. Tornar-se adulto não é fácil, e naquele contexto é pior ainda, então esperava a decaída de alguns, mas não deixei de lamentar a perda da pouca inocência e as diversas decisões equivocadas seguidas porque foi assim que a vida se apresentou.

Enfim, eu poderia fazer um podcast de 50 horas sobre esse livro e ainda faltariam coisas, então só leiam e entendam o motivo dessa história ser colocada como uma das melhores dos últimos tempos.

Enfim por hoje é só. Duvido muito que eu consiga finalizar o desafio de dezembro, mas não me preocuparei porque cheguei até aqui com leituras incríveis, então valeu a pena. Caso a eu do futuro consiga tempo para finalizar, retorno para atualizações. Até!

[flickynightdarkness]

Spawn's Discovery of Christmas (Todd McFarlane's Spawn Christmas Fanfic)

[CW⚠️: CURSING, VIOLENCE]

[Rating: 13+]

[Characters: Spawn, Cyan Fitzgerald, Violator, Serenity(Spawn sona) and Serenity's carer/guardian]

[Inspiration from SMG4: A Xmas Discovery]

[Spawn comes by the angels and although he has a problem, which is that he doesn't know what Christmas is. The fallen angel Serenity and her guardian angel then decide to take him over to learn all about it]

Today was almost Christmas, the sky was dark and filled with white snow falling to the ground. Every child and adult of New York City mostly come around in their warm, cozy clothes and have a play on the snow. They would build snowman or big forts or make snowballs and throw at eachother or ride on their sleighs on steep hills.

Then we see the two holy and dearest angels around the heavens named Serenity and her guardian/caretaker. Serenity was fallen across her hierarchy, and arrived into the world. Which there she meets the hellspawn of hell known as 'Spawn'. The two angelic beings are at their home, decorating their Christmas tree with many decorations being some baubles and tinsels. Her most noble guardian angel was on a red ladder, carrying the shining light of the star to be put on top of the tree.

"Almost... got it." They said to themselve, almost placing the star on the tree. "You sure?" says Serenity, staring at her carer. As they were nearly about to put the star on the top.

Serenity's phone rings which made her guardian angel fall off the ladder and climb onto the tree while holding onto the star. "Hold it, my phone's ringing... Let me pick that up." She picks up her phone and answers it "Hello...? oh Mrs Blake, how you been?... oh, been good... That's great. So what are you thinking about doing before Christmas Day? ...Want me to babysit your kid? Oh sure, I'm up for that. Anyways, I'm thinking about me and my carer taking her to the mall, is that alright? Ok, good I'll see you later. K' bye."

Serenity puts her phone down and turns herself around at her carer who was on the floor, slightly dizzy. When they get up, a knock on their door is heard. The guardian walks to it while saying "Who is it?" They opened it and in surprise, it's happened to be Spawn by their door with his green eyes glowing at the two. "Oh, my... S-Spawn, I didn't know you would show up by our house" Serenity's guardian is in surprise before Spawn responds to the guardian angel "I would... After all everything is covered in white... There are lights shining everywhere, and these people are putting trees into their homes, and..." He lets out a sigh. "This is getting all weird in this bullsh#t. What is all of this?"

"Well, we're all celebrating a very special holiday called... Christmas!" Serenity, smiling at the hell being, then Spawn tilts his head by confusion of her response. "Christ...mas? What is this Christmas bullsh#t about?" This froze the two angels and her carer says to him "WH-WHAT?! YOU NEVER HEARD ABOUT CHRISTMAS IN YOUR ENTIRE LIFE!?"

Spawn nods to that. It was revealed that despite his life as a hellspawn. He has never experienced Christmas entirely. Serenity and her carer think for a minute, then they both had an idea to get Spawn to understand about Christmas. "Say Spawn... what if I take you around to show what Christmas is like? That way you might enjoy it a lot!' says Serenity, holding onto Spawn's cape. "I guess... that would help, angel" Spawn responded quietly. "Okay, let's head out!" Serenity and Glory take the hellspawn outside through the falling snow.

Then it cuts to the three by the mall, they arrived well after all the walking the two angels and one demon took. "Are you sure... taking me to the mall is a good idea, you realize the people fear me... what is this" Spawn feels concerned. "People would find you both as angels" "You were saying? But don't worry about that Spawn. Listen, the people around will know best by treating you like an actual person you are now" as Serenity pats his back covered by his dark red cape.

As the three walk together to the mall. The doors slid automatically open and for the other people passing by them, when they encounter Spawn. Mostly they would fear or ignore or shout at him and retreat. But since he's next to Serenity's guardian, the people would watch in interest of the angelic nature both Serenity and her guardian angel have "They don't seem mad..." Spawn gives the angels, a serious glare but confused at the people looking at the angel. "Of my angelic nature, but these people should've known better than to retreat or shout at you... Such unholy behaviour..."

Spawn then turns his green eyes at the mall itself, all decorated festively with lights.

When Serenity's guardian sees Cyan by the Santa's Grotto. They respond to the girl “Cyan! I'll be up there now, my dear!” the angel flies up to the upper side of the building with their wings. “Oh! You want to meet… Santa, my dear Cyan?” Cyan hums and nods in response. “Well… okay.” They held the child's hand as they enter through the Grotto door.

“Next one… come up” Santa sounds a little off for some children, they look in confusion, while some are unsettled by his appearance. “I believe my friend is Cyan, who likes to see you.” “Ah Cyan yes… Why don't you come here to Santa, little girl…”

Cyan came closer to this odd Santa. She stood next to him right as he gets his sack out. “Do you have a gift for me in your sack, Santa?”

“Oh yes… A little gift for you, little girl.” He hands out the present for her. “Here you go…” He then chuckles sadistically, which is something quite off on Santa. Serenity's guardian looks at Cyan's gift carefully, their eyes are now in pure shock, “Is… is that a… GRENADE!?”

The angel then runs over to Cyan immediately “CYAN! DON'T TOUCH THE PIN! LET ME HANDLE THIS!” They grab the grenade off of her, throw it across the building, and use their angelic bow and arrow. The arrow shoots itself to the grenade, causing a loud explosion, which startled many people in the entire mall.

Spawn and Serenity heard the explosion. “My noble guardian! They might be in trouble at Santa's Grotto!” She flies over to the upper part, while Spawn, with his higher jump abilities, makes it all the way to the top. “Santa's Grotto!” Serenity notices some of the kids in the Grotto, who witnessed the incident. “Are you dear children okay…?” One of the children speaks to the angel, saying that they're okay, it's lucky that they didn't get injured nor died.

“Get behind me, my child.” Cyan is behind Serenity's carer, when they aim their arrow at Santa. “What the hell… are you supposed to be? You're not… Santa…!” With a sinister chuckle, he removes the outfit and the beard. It was a disguise created by none other than… Clown. “Clown! You sick b##tard…” Spawn's green eyes glow when he grabs onto Clown's throat tightly with his wrath, and staring at deadly red eyes. “I should've… known you came to the kid's… rescue” Clown chuckled slightly sadistically while he was getting choked by Spawn's wrath.

Then with his wrath, Spawn violently beats the living hell out of the demonic being. The guardian angel covers Cyan's eyes, just so that she can't see all this violence happening now.

"Okay... Why don't we... go get something for a refresh... how about that my dear" The angel says to Cyan, walking out of the grotto with her. Cyan responds "Hm... sure mister Angel, but isn't the sad man-" "Don't worry Cyan, the sad man will be with us after he is done with this weirdo here" The three walk along outside out of the mall for a good refreshing treat.

While Spawn just violently beats the sh#t out of Violator(or Clown)!

(dividers from @bernardsbendystraws)

[brookstonalmanac]

Events 8.19 (before 1930)

295 BC – The first temple to Venus, the Roman goddess of love, beauty and fertility, is dedicated by Quintus Fabius Maximus Gurges during the Third Samnite War. 43 BC – Gaius Julius Caesar Octavianus, later known as Augustus, compels the Roman Senate to elect him Consul. 947 – Abu Yazid, a Kharijite rebel leader, is defeated and killed in the Hodna Mountains in modern-day Algeria by Fatimid forces. 1153 – Baldwin III of Jerusalem takes control of the Kingdom of Jerusalem from his mother Melisende, and also captures Ascalon. 1458 – Pope Pius II is elected the 211th Pope. 1504 – In Ireland, the Hiberno-Norman de Burghs (Burkes) and Cambro-Norman Fitzgeralds fight in the Battle of Knockdoe. 1561 – Mary, Queen of Scots, aged 18, returns to Scotland after spending 13 years in France. 1604 – Eighty Years War: a besieging Dutch and English army led by Maurice of Orange forces the Spanish garrison of Sluis to capitulate. 1612 – The "Samlesbury witches", three women from the Lancashire village of Samlesbury, England, are put on trial, accused of practicing witchcraft, one of the most famous witch trials in British history. 1666 – Second Anglo-Dutch War: Rear Admiral Robert Holmes leads a raid on the Dutch island of Terschelling, destroying 150 merchant ships, an act later known as "Holmes's Bonfire". 1692 – Salem witch trials: In Salem, Province of Massachusetts Bay, five people, one woman and four men, including a clergyman, are executed after being convicted of witchcraft. 1745 – Prince Charles Edward Stuart raises his standard in Glenfinnan: The start of the Second Jacobite Rebellion, known as "the 45". 1745 – Ottoman���Persian War: In the Battle of Kars, the Ottoman army is routed by Persian forces led by Nader Shah. 1759 – Battle of Lagos: Naval battle during the Seven Years' War between Great Britain and France. 1772 – Gustav III of Sweden stages a coup d'état, in which he assumes power and enacts a new constitution that divides power between the Riksdag and the King. 1782 – American Revolutionary War: Battle of Blue Licks: The last major engagement of the war, almost ten months after the surrender of the British commander Charles Cornwallis following the Siege of Yorktown. 1812 – War of 1812: American frigate USS Constitution defeats the British frigate HMS Guerriere off the coast of Nova Scotia, Canada earning the nickname "Old Ironsides". 1813 – Gervasio Antonio de Posadas joins Argentina's Second Triumvirate. 1839 – The French government announces that Louis Daguerre's photographic process is a gift "free to the world". 1848 – California Gold Rush: The New York Herald breaks the news to the East Coast of the United States of the gold rush in California (although the rush started in January). 1854 – The First Sioux War begins when United States Army soldiers kill Lakota chief Conquering Bear and in return are massacred. 1861 – First ascent of Weisshorn, fifth highest summit in the Alps. 1862 – Dakota War: During an uprising in Minnesota, Lakota warriors decide not to attack heavily defended Fort Ridgely and instead turn to the settlement of New Ulm, killing white settlers along the way. 1903 – The Transfiguration Uprising breaks out in East Thrace, resulting in the establishment of the Strandzha Commune. 1909 – The Indianapolis Motor Speedway opens for automobile racing. William Bourque and his mechanic are killed during the first day's events. 1920 – The Tambov Rebellion breaks out, in response to the Bolshevik policy of Prodrazvyorstka. 1927 – Patriarch Sergius of Moscow proclaims the declaration of loyalty of the Russian Orthodox Church to the Soviet Union.