#fuzz local

[ardeportal]

Brant Bjork: el desierto en la ciudad

El baterista fundador de Kyuss sacudió Montevideo en una nueva edición de Fuzz Local

Por Ginny Lupin Fotos Gino Bomba

Hay un indicativo infalible de la calidad de un show que no se encuentra arriba del escenario; se nota ya desde la entrada y se incrementa con los resagados que se van acumulando, cerveza en mano, al fondo de Plaza Mateo: si en el público abundan los músicos, el show va a estar increíble. Y el domingo pasado, en una nueva edición del festival Fuzz Local, estaban todos.

La tarde arrancó con bastante puntualidad y una afluencia de gente considerable; eso que era domingo, Nacional y Defensor jugaban a unas cuadras y el clima estaba inestable. Pero la jornada prometía distorsión de la mano de grandes exponentes locales y las verdaderas leyendas del desierto. No había justificativo para pegarse el faltazo.

Contramarea pateó el tablero con un set corto y al hueso. Banda insignia del festival, abrieron esta tercera edición de Fuzz Local para homenajear la distorsión, sacando provecho del fuzz único de los pedales Inspira como en cada escenario que pisan.

En medio de nuevas composiciones, los Contramarea desplegaron toda su energía, haciendo sacudir las cabezas con el diferencial de un sonido único y arrollador.

Tempestad

Flor Sakeo está en "su prime". Acompañada de músicos de nivel, la reina del fuzz montevideano se prendió fuego sobre el escenario de Plaza Mateo.

Riffs seductores y envolventes lucieron la distorsión en su faceta más psicodélica, en sintonía con la estética de pantalones metalizados y pelo sacudido a todo volúmen.

En primera fila, un chico de pelo largo desafiaba la gravedad contorsionando la cabeza al ritmo de la música. En simultáneo, un grupete hacía señas para captar la atención de Mario Lalli, "el padrino del desierto" y ahora bajista de Brant Bjork, quien accedió a la foto mientras seguía atento el espectáculo de la uruguaya.

"Canción para los planetas" y la nueva, "Casualidad" fueron cantadas a todo pulmón por su público, fiel asistente en cada partido de Sakeo.

La performance sobre el escenario justificó y recompensó esa fidelidad con un despliegue de nivel. Efusivos, Flor y su banda demostraron el entusiasmo por la primera fecha del año con una complicidad que excede lo musical y nos permite un vistazo de la dinámica del grupo. Guiños, risas y genuino disfrute sobre el escenario se trasladaron a la audiencia.

La cúspide del set llegó demasiado pronto, con una cuerda rota que no detuvo el ritual del fuzz y la esperada liberación del pogo. "Abran un círculo", pidió Sakeo y el público obedeció, con una danza tan tentadora que Piotto tuvo que abandonar su posición detrás de las teclas para saltar a la pista y formar parte del ritual.

Si así empieza el año de Flor Sakeo, ¿qué nos esperará para los próximos meses?

Duelo de leyendas

Si el titular "Brant Bjork en Uruguar" ya era movilizante para todos aquellos que hicieron del stoner desértico un pilar fundamental de su trayectoria musical, bastó con confirmar quiénes lo acompañarían en la travesía sudamericana para perder por completo la cabeza.

En la batería, Ryan Gut aporta el groove metal que cultivó junto a Hammerface. Gran colaborador de Bjork, no sólo forma parte de su proyecto solista sino que también compartieron Stoner, la banda que volvió a reunir a Bjork y Oliveri luego de la separación de Kyuss. Pero es Mario Lalli desde el bajo quien se lleva todas las miradas y ovaciones.

Precursor del stoner rock, Lalli es una de las mayores influencias en la escena del desierto californiano. Sus bandas Across the River y Yawning Man, activas a inicios de los 80, sirvieron de detonante para toda una generación de artistas. Junto a Bjork, Lalli experimenta un abanico de sonidos recorridos a lo largo de su trayectoria, desde el stoner más puro hasta coqueteos con el soul y el blues perceptibles en las últimas producciones del trío.

Sobre el escenario, la fórmula fue infalible. La poderosa voz de Bjork y la marea de distorsión que emana su guitarra lo valorizan como frontman del proyecto. Lalli llevó el groove inmutable, paseando sus larguísimos dedos por las cuerdas del bajo con una fuerza jamás vista para un índice humano. Y el ritmo estaba en buenas manos con Gut, controlando todo desde el fondo.

Frente a un Plaza Mateo atiborrado y mesmerizado, Bjork y compañía brindaron hora y media de oda al fuzz. No faltaron el pogo ni la emoción, en una fecha ciertamente inolvidable para el rock local.

[damiel-of-real]

daily deltarune #95

all in a day's work

[melrosing]

With the ASOIAF dialogue/accent post I always thought it would be funny if the Westerlands was modelled after the West Country which accounts for the Aye (even if it would be pronounced more Arrr) and that's why Tywin thinks he's above everyone cos he can't understand his own smallfolk (think like that Hot Fuzz scene of needing two translators)

it’s fully said in ADWD that Tyrion has a ‘westerlands accent’ so ig GRRM can conceptualise that the regions sound different even if he can’t explore that in practice or any accompanying dialect…. so really we are free to hc that that accent is indeed a West Country accent. the lannisturrs of castuurlee rock

[magicmalcolm]

[hjemne]

i just remembered about an incredibly funny local legend but i cant say what it was without immediately doxxing myself rip

what i will say is that hot fuzz is not wholly inaccurate about rural english life and who the police get called to deal with

[darlingandmreames]

Title: Hidden Valleys

Wordcount: 3k

Summary: The Andes were certainly more Danny's friends than Nicholas', but Nicholas supposed they were friendly enough by this point. At the very least, he'd gotten used to their shit-eating grins and constant commentary. It had never really occurred to him, though, just how much he might not know about them.

[ebodebo]

minors beware!

shameless smut w simon in... (age-gap shit also)

three…

two…

one…

“Too old for you,” Simon remarks as you approach him, mask hiked above his nose. He takes a swig of his bourbon, his disinterest evident.

"So you’ve said," you reply, rolling your eyes slightly before grinning and settling into the stool next to him at the empty bar.

He stares intently at the television in front of him, locked onto a local news channel.

But it’s clear he’s not watching to catch the latest on the new pizza place opening this Sunday or to hear the heartwarming story of the little boy who saved his dog from choking.

It was to avoid you.

"I know you're avoiding me, Simon," you simply say, eyes glazing over his hands that twitch slightly around his cold glass.

"What gave it away?" His tone is dry.

It would have made you run with your tail between your legs at his apparent disinterest if you didn’t know he was interested in you.

Even if he's pretending not to be.

You remember how hard he had gotten when you'd barely even touched him, manicured nails running across his shirt to get a piece of fuzz off, about had him bursting through his cargo pants.

Or when he practically whimpered your name to get him to come.

His issue lies more within himself.

More specifically, his age.

Thinks you should be with someone more your age and not some 'old brute' such as himself.

He basically lectured you all while he was on the verge of release while you were bouncing on his cock.

You laughed in his face.

He came hard.

After that, he left, leaving a note about how he thought it'd be best for you two to stop seeing each other so you could find someone more...what did he say?

"Age-appropriate."

You rolled your eyes at the note because you couldn't care less about how old he was.

You just wanted him.

And so, by God, you'll have him.

"Funny," you remark with a sarcastic tone, narrowing your eyes at his avoidance of eye contact.

He takes another swig of his drink, eyes still laser focused on the news station.

“Why won’t you look at me?” You ask, your frustration growing with each passing moment.

“Afraid you’ll claw my eyes out,” he says in a casual tone.

“I wouldn’t claw your eyes out,” you say matter-of-factly, resting your chin in your palm. “I’d do something more practical like…” You let your eyes scan the bar before lighting up as you spot a metal shaker.

Your eyes move to face him. “…hit the side of your head with that metal shaker,” you tip your head to the shaker behind the bar.

You’re sure you see his eyes crinkle from laughter.

"Ah, very practical," he says with a hint of humor.  

"I told you so," you reply with a smile, chuckling at the sheer absurdity of it all.  

Simon lets out a gravelly laugh, clearly amused by your delight.  

This entire situation is utterly ridiculous, and you both know it.  

Yet, instead of feeling uncomfortable, you find it all downright hilarious.  

"Simon," you manage to say between fits of laughter, your fingers reaching up to wipe a tear of joy from your cheek.  

"Mhm," he responds, briefly glancing at you before returning his attention to the television. 

"I want you to fuck me," you say earnestly, shifting from playful to serious in an instant.

Your expression remains straight-faced.

Simon's head snaps around to meet your gaze, his eyes widening in disbelief.

"What?" He replies, his tone straddling the line between astonishment and intrigue.

You narrow your eyes. "You heard me."

His eyes stay fixed on yours, his lip quipping a bit.

"You want me to fuck you?" His voice is low and grumbly, almost arrogant.

"Wouldn't be the first time," you remark, teeth coming out to chew on your bottom lip.

He carefully assesses you for a moment, eyes lazily moving to watch your teeth chew on your lip. "I'm old," he lazily says.

As if that was supposed to deter you.

"And?" You prompt, hand coming to skim his knee over his cargo pants.

He lets out a ragged breath, fingers tightening around his glass of bourbon. 

"Better be careful, sweetheart," he mutters through his tight throat.

Your hand moves up to brush against his thigh. "Why's that?"

"You're gonna start somethin' you can't finish," his eyes lock onto yours, dark and desperate.

You lean in closer, your tongue flicking out to moisten your lips, leaving a glistening sheen behind.

"Who says I can’t finish?" You tease, your hand inching nearer where Simon aches.

His breath is unsteady, and his pupils are dilated.

"You should know," you begin, wet lips hovering only inches away from his ear. "I always finish."

And that was it.

The straw that broke the camel's back.

Simon’s undoing, if you will.

His hands moved faster than you could speak as he grasped your wrist, throwing a twenty on the counter before leading you out of the bar and into the parking lot toward his truck waiting nearby.

He opened the passenger door, urging you to get in while he hurried to the driver’s side. With an impatient tug, he yanked the door open and slid into the seat.

“Take your pants off,” he mumbles as he throws the truck into gear to peel out of the parking lot.

“Where are we going?” You ask, your voice brimming with excitement rather than nervousness, as you eagerly slide your pants down and let them drop to the mat on the floor.

“You want me to fuck you,” his voice is gruff as he white knuckles the steering wheel seeing you in your pretty lace panties, easing towards a nearby empty lot. “I’ll fuck you.”

Oh, shit.  

Your eyes widen at his straightforwardness, but it’s not from fear; it’s pure desire.  

A flutter spreads in your stomach, and heat washes over your body.  

“Come here,” he murmurs, shifting his seat back slightly to make room for you.  

Without a word, you swing your legs over the middle console to straddle him as your hands reach his shoulders.

"You wear these for me?" He mutters as he snaps the elastic band of your panties back onto your sensitive skin, lips coming to skim against your shoulder blade.

You release a small moan at the sensation, fingers gliding through his hair with ease, a sense of familiarity within the touch. "Yeah," your voice is breathy as your eyes bore into his, awaiting his approval.

"Still so good for me," he breathes against your skin, scooting himself impossibly closer to you.

You can feel him straining through his cargo pants.

Your fingers fumbled from his hair to delicately unzip his zipper, slipping his pants and boxers down to reveal his, as you expected, very erect cock, already leaking pre-come.

"So wet, sweetheart," he gruffs as his finger trails to gently push aside your soaked panties.

Your body jerks forward at the feeling of his rough, cold finger spreading you to accommodate his cock.

"Grab my shoulders," he advises, as he brushes the head against your aching clit before pushing himself into you, your cunt swallowing him whole.

You let out a deep moan at the feeling of him in you while he rips his mask off before leaning forward and capturing your lips in a rough, deep kiss.

His fingers find your waist, digging deep into the fat as he helps you find a good pace.

You're losing your mind, already feeling euphoric.

His grunts merge with your whines, slipping out of both your mouths, sloppily swapping spit and nips from your teeth.

You grip his shoulders tighter as you speed up your pace, grinding and bouncing on him with intention, trying to get the knot in your stomach to finally unravel. 

He can't even think straight; all his words are reduced to guttural grunts or quiet curses spilling for his tongue and into your mouth.

"I could be your father," he hisses, a hint of disgust creeping into his voice just as he's about to come.

You don't even focus on what he's saying as you feel yourself edging closer and closer to release, just a little more.

"Please, please," he chokes out, voice shaky.

He's begging, no pleading for you to squeeze him dry.

Drain him for every last drop he has to offer.

And so you do.

You wail as you come, as he throws his head back on the headrest, shaking with relief. 

You're still coming down from your highs before Simon mutters a strained, 'Should we go again?'

You let out a breathy laugh, hissing as his cock moves against you. "You sure do have a high libido for an old man," you tease, voice hoarse.

His eyes meet yours instantly, a lazy smirk growing on his lips. 

"You have no fuckin' idea."

author’s note: been having sm fun writing these little drabbles...i have SO many more thoughts. just you wait! also, feel free to send me cute little asks on more scenerios you would like to see hehe

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[sexy-monster-fucker]

Hits Different

Aaron Hotchner x BAU!Reader

Summary: Reader gets jealous when some women start hitting on Aaron at the bar on their team night out

CW: drunk!Hotch, jealous!Reader, mentions of an unsub and murder, drinking, confessions, makeout, Hotch being handsy, kinda needy!Hotch?

a/n: I’m literally obsessed with Aaron Hotchner rn

title track 🎶🥂

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“No— I can’t,” you opposed as your coworkers decided to order another round of shots. Cheeks glowing as the alcohol seeped into you. Smiling as Derek put his arm around you and J.J. reached across the table to encourage you.

It was a Thursday night. You all had just gotten back from a week long endeavor in Utah. Local killer had his sight on some local young women. Killing them in some ritual style way that the drinks helped you fuzz the memory of. Luckily after you had addressed the public, he grew sloppy and was easily caught.

And now, back in your home state, you all crowded into a local bar to relax. And when the BAU “relaxed” it usually involved some heavy drinking.

“Shots! Shots! Sh-Shots!” Penelope and Emily chanted to the tune of the Lil Jon song. You laughed, a subtle snort escaping you. Rossi came back with the tray, beginning to pass them out to everyone.

Aaron Hotchner hovered behind him. Already having downed three glasses of scotch and beaming with alcohol on his face. It was a rare occasion that Hotch got drunk. Usually he just sipped at one drink while everyone else got themselves into trouble. But tonight he decided to let loose. Taking two glasses off the tray and squeezing in next to you in the already tight booth. Sitting them down in front of the two of you. Hooded eyes squinted upward in a closed-mouth smile as his eyebrows raised at you.

And you felt your face completely flush. Since your time at the BAU, you had developed a crush on your superior. Even if it was inappropriate and the age gap was a bit large, you still harbored feelings for him. And moments like this did not help.

Completely engulfed by the aroma of his cologne. Trying not to make it obvious you were smelling him. Hotch wrapped his arm around you absentmindedly. Leaning in and holding one of the glasses up to you. “Are you gonna do a shot with me?” His slightly slurred words melted against your skin. His voice somehow deeper and sultrier than ever. Everyone else was too distracted by the giggling of drunken excitement for more drinks to notice what was happening. It was like you two were alone for a moment.

You smiled, nodding slowly as he passed you the shot in his hand. Picking up the other and wrapping his arm around yours. Intertwined so that your hands were back against your own mouths. You were beyond flustered with the contact he was making with you. Hotch began counting down, both of you throwing the alcohol back on three.

Sucking your teeth as it burned down your throat. Hotch blew his breath out. You watched as his nose scrunched up at the taste. Shaking off the strong taste as Hotch leaned in against you. His head bumping against yours for a moment. Lips pressing against your ear in his drunk state.

“Want me to go get us som’more drinks? You like something more fruity, right?” Hotch suggested, deep voice ringing in your ear. The feeling of his lips grazing your skin had you sweating.

“Only if you’re buying,” you pulled at his tie softly. Causing his eyes to lock into yours, corner of his mouth curving up. His eyes scanned your figure momentarily before getting up and strutting over to the bar.

“Oh. My. God.” J.J.’s voice pulled you back from your staring problem you had with Hotch. You whipped your neck to face her, adjusting your posture in the seat. Shaking your head slightly, “What?”

“What was that about?” J.J. grinned brightly, eyes bouncing from Hotch to you.

“We were just doing some shots together,” you felt your face heating up again. Tongue coming out to wet your lips as your mouth ran dry.

“The only other instances of Hotch getting that close to any of us was when we were hurt,” Spencer chimed in with his analytical sounding tone. Still as smart as ever even while drunk.

“Oh God, you guys,” you shook your head and scooted out of the booth. Stretching your legs for the first time tonight. Hands resting on the table as you got closer to the opposing side. Being eye-to-eye with J.J. and Spencer, “You guys know he acts different when he’s relaxed. It’s nothing.”

Spencer and J.J. exchanged a look of uncertainty. Neither of them believing what you had just said. Rolling your eyes at their smirking expressions. Catching on easily to the feelings you had for your boss.

Downside of having friends who are profilers.

“Drop it,” you pointed at them with two fingers. Your friends began snickering and laughing. You could not help but smile back at them. Laughter was contagious when you were intoxicated. You turned to meet your crush at the bar.

You froze.

Some woman was cuddled up with Hotch at the bar. Breasts peaking out of the top of her thin shirt, curled hair falling below her shoulders, and a beautiful face of makeup. Your heart sank down to your ankles. Watching as her hand trailed his chest. Watching how her perfectly glossed lips popped as she spoke to him inaudibly.

Worst of all: his smile.

SSA Hotchner tended to be gruff and stern. Brooding and unreadable. Purely business around you and the other members of the BAU. Stoic and distant. Something you all agreed was so he did not get overly attached, just in case something happened to one of you. Rarely smiling other than seeing his sweet son, Jack.

Guess tonight was different.

Rosey cheeks and perfect teeth painted his expression. Eyes locked in on the woman before him. Your hands began shaking at your sides. If it was not a cartoon cliche, you would have had smoke coming out of your ears. Teeth grinding together behind tightly pierced lips.

Rethinking any hints he may have given you. Feeling like you had fooled yourself into a crush. Angry that some random bitch woman was getting too friendly with Hotch.

Unable to take it anymore. Jealousy brewing inside you, ready to overflow. You marched up to the bar, immediately pulling Hotch’s attention from the woman.

“Sorry to interrupt—“

“Hi, Y/N,” Hotch smiled at you. Causing butterflies to flutter in your intestines. Especially with the casualty of your first name.

God, he was drunk.

“SSA Y/L/N,” you extended your hand out to the woman, lip twitching when she shined her perfect smile. Flaring your nostrils and locking your jaw when your hand met hers.

“Hi! I’m Hope,” her peppy attitude made you sick to your stomach. Trying your best to fake your expression. Anger causing a slight shake to your demeanor.

“Right…” you trailed off, looking at Hotch whose eyes had not left you yet, “Hotch—“

“C’mon, Y/N. You can call me Aaron here,” he leaned in and whispered to you. Chills ran down your entire body when the heat from his lips radiated against your skin. Swallowing the lump in your throat.

Oh, he was REALLY drunk.

“Aaron,” you started, watching him smile at you saying his first name, “Did you get my drink?”

Hotch’s hand came up cupping his cheek as his eyes squinted, “Oh my God. That’s why I came up here. I totally forgot—“

“Don’t worry about it, Hotch,” your frustration took over your attitude. Fists clinching at your sides. Feeling tears beginning to burn behind your eyes. Deciding to storm off without the drink. Heading towards the long corridor to the bathrooms.

“Y/N—“ Hotch reached out to you with a confusion behind his tone. Not caring enough to listen to whatever excuse his drunken self was gonna give you. Trying your best not to make a scene so none of your coworkers would notice and come after you. Really just needing to be alone.

You leaned against the cold wall, hands holding onto each of your arms. Head resting against the brick of the dimly lit hallway. Fighting your eyes that begged to leak with your feelings. And you felt stupid. Did you really think your own boss would be interested in you? Enough to not get distracted by the beautiful woman at the bar? Please.

Feeling suddenly sober at the heartbreak in your chest. Hands coming up to cover your redening face. Embarrassed that you had even toyed with the notion. Knowing it was completely against protocol to fraternize with coworkers. Let alone with your superior—

“Y/N?” Hotch’s somber voice broke you away from the thoughts filling your mind.

You blinked your eyes open. Manually breathing as your shoulders rose and fell. Controlling the water that begged to pour from your eyes. Clicking your tongue as you spoke, “Hotch.”

“I told you, you could call me Aaron here,” he leaned against the wall beside you. Arms folded over his broad chest. Pondering the informality before looking back to him.

“I thought you saved that for pretty girls at the bar,” you half-heartedly smiled. Flaring your nostrils as you contorted your face to hide your frown.

Hotch laughed, bearing that smile that had you seeing stars. Eyes closing for a moment, giving you the opportunity to linger in it. Enjoying him being this casual with you.

“Is that not what you are?” Hotch asked.

You whipped your head to look at him again. Brows furrowed tightly together as your mouth hung open in confusion. “What?”

Hotch rose a brow, “Are you not a pretty girl? At the bar with me right now?”

You blinked as you stammered, “I— Not like… I mean— not like that girl at the bar…” You trailed off completely dumbfounded by his statement. Hotch watched you with a smile. His own cheeks still red.

“You think I’m pretty?” You finally formed a cohesive sentence unable to stop your mouth from curving into a smile.

“Doesn’t everyone?” Hotch’s hooded eyes stared into yours. Taken aback by that. Questioning for a moment if he was mocking you. Realizing by his expression he was not.

“You’re drunk, Hotch—“

“Aaron,” he corrected, “And, yeah I am drunk. But just drunk enough to finally be honest with you about that.” Hotch’s tongue darted out of his mouth to wet his lip. Hand coming up and rubbing his neck at his confession.

“You didn’t have to come back here just to try and make me feel better. You were having a good chat with that woman at the bar. She was so beautiful, and made you smile, and not a part of the BAU, and—“ you covered your mouth getting embarrassed and shameful.

Hotch’s hand caressed your cheek. Pulling you back to him. His brows laid flat against his eyes. Lips pressed firmly together, watching his throat bob with the swallow he took. Thumb rubbing circles into your warm cheek, swiping away the singular line of tears that streamed down.

“I’m sorry— it’s the alcohol, that’s why I’m crying—“

Hotch cut you off by pressing a passionate kiss to your lips. Your eyes flew open. Hand gently resting against his chest as you savored the feeling of his lips on yours. Feeling your breath hitch in your throat and heart swell.

“You taste so sweet,” Hotch groaned, both hands gripping your face now. The primal noises he made causing arousal to swirl around your belly. Feeling its residue stick to your panties. His lips trailed down your jaw to your neck. Nipping against your soft skin as his hands roamed down the backside of your body. Gasping when his large hands groped your ass.

“I get chit-chatty when I’m drunk. That girl at the bar didn’t matter at all,” Hotch promised against your skin with kisses breaking up his sentences.

“You won’t even remember this in the morning,” you giggled when he took your earlobe between his teeth. Feeling a somberness sinking into your gut.

“How could I forgot this?” Hotch breathed into your ear. Sounding like he was desperate and almost completely out of breath, “Forget about you?”

Hotch pulled back to look into your eyes. Really taking in your face before him. Your eyes kept darting between his and his lips. Smiling when you could still taste him on your lips.

You pressed up on your toes, lips meeting his again. Tongues exploring each other’s mouths. Sloppily intertwining together. Huffs and grunts coming from Hotch as he pulled your front flush against his. You blushed at the feeling of his bulge.

“What about the team?” You questioned as the weight of the situation became suddenly apparent.

“I don’t care about them right now,” Hotch pressed his lips back to yours. Kissing away any fear or dread that was in your mind. Completely consuming you. Smiling as you both allowed hands to roam the other’s body.

You broke the kiss momentarily, “So— wait— you mean Rossi thinks I’m pretty too?” You teased him, grinning from ear to ear.

“Watch it,” Hotch smiled with a playful aggression on his tone, capturing you back in a kiss. Laughing together as you pressed lips together.

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[END//?]

// Thank you so much for reading! I’m having such a blast writing for Hotch right now. Honestly, I’m think about making a smutty part 2 to this fic if anyone was interested. If you have requests or want to be tagged in any future Fics, let me know! //

{tags}

@megangovier ~ @bondwithme-murderstyle ~ @boybandbaby ~ @hoffmanfan13 ~ @justyourusualash ~ @mrs-ssa-hotch ~

[bumblesimagines]

For Science

Request: Yes or No

Summary: Jake Sully may not be the brightest of the bunch but he's the most enthusiastic and always eager to help.. in the name of science, of course.

Pronouns: He/Him/His, M!Reader

CW/TW: Typical Avatar warnings, idiots being idiots, sexual content, jake being jake

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Pandora was a world straight from any scientist's dreams, and (Y/N) felt right at home studying the diverse planet. He loved everything about it: the flora that effortlessly dwarfed anything human, the wild and untamed fauna that often had more than four limbs and came in an array of colors, the culture of the locals and how intuned they were with the place they called home. 

Everything about Pandora made him breathless and giddy with excitement, even if his studies were limited to the outskirts of the Omatikaya clan territory and any information Jake Sully managed to retain. (Y/N) made do with it. Once they warmed up to Jake, they'd warm up to the rest of the team, (Y/N) was certain of it.

He eyed the invisible border he was forbidden from crossing (primarily to avoid getting impaled by arrows and angry Na'vi) and made a mental note of it before he dropped down into a crouch and squeezed his eyes shut at the lightheadedness that overcame him.

It had been months since he was given his avatar, months of adjusting and working with Grace to get the hang of things, but he wasn't used to being nine feet tall, having a tail with a mind of its own, or having heightened senses. Their newest addition to the team had adjusted to everything almost instantly, and he almost envied him despite the circumstances that brought Jake on board the program.

Once the lightheadedness faded, he dug through his satchel and retrieved his tablet, his abnormally long blue fingers tapping on the translucent screen before he held it over a puffer plant to scan it. His ears twitched on their own whenever he picked up sounds, mostly the soft rustling from his swaying tail or the distant call of an animal. He tried his best to ignore how his body reacted to everything around him and focused on the information appearing on the screen of the fungus.

Gently, he set the tablet atop the satchel and moved closer to study the pink fuzz covering the plant, a soft hum leaving him. Just as he reached for the tablet to jot down some things, a body slammed into him. Long limbs wrapped around him, and the body twisted around to absorb the impact of hitting the forest floor. Familiar cackling filled his ears, and he scowled, squirming in the soldier's hold.

"Jake!"

Jake flashed his canines at him in an amused grin, his big round eyes crinkling with mischievous delight. "You didn't hear me this time, (Y/N)! That means I'm getting better at this Na'vi stuff, huh?" He seemed positively pleased with himself despite the dirt now caking his shoulder. 

"Yeah, yeah," (Y/N) stumbled onto his long legs and huffed, his tail lashing wildly behind him and lightly smacking against the brush. His fingers rubbed at the dirt along his legs until it faded. "That's great, Jake, but I'm working. You know, being productive and helpful. I know those words aren't part of your vocabulary these days." 

Jake scoffed playfully and stood up, slightly stumbling and carelessly brushing the dirt off his blue skin. (Y/N)'s eyes briefly flickered down to the only piece of cloth on Jake's body but they darted right back up before he could be caught staring. It was part of Na'vi culture, he reminded himself, not meant to be erotic in the slightest. 

"I think I'm being pretty damn helpful, actually. I don't see you or Norm cozying up to the Omatikaya to become a warrior, do I? You guys are out here lookin' at plants while I'm learning how to hunt and climb these big ass trees." Jake laughed again, his footing clumsy as he motioned to the trees around them. His laugh was warm and gleeful, a hard contrast to the grim yet curious man he met weeks prior.

"Plants are interesting." (Y/N) muttered defensively under his breath, his ears pinning back briefly and lips jutting out into a pout. Jake grinned at him again, a small chuckle rumbling in his throat. "And I doubt Neytiri has you out here ambushing scientists for fun. If you're slacking off, she will find out."

Jake waved him off. "Why do you always assume the worst of me? I'm singing your praises to the Na'vi people and you repay my kindness by doubting me."

Jake reached down to lift the tablet and satchel from the ground, one hand offering over the satchel while the other brought the tablet closer to his face. (Y/N) dusted off the bottom of his satchel and slipped it over his shoulder, his gaze studying the muscles Jake developed over weeks of training like a Na'vi. He was leaner, quicker, more... animalistic, in a way. His transformation was fascinating. 

"Take a picture, it'll last longer." 

His face burned. "Shut up, Sully."

When he went to reach for the tablet again, Jake raised it just out of reach and grinned again like the bastard he was. (Y/N) groaned and moved closer, even going as far as rolling onto his toes in an attempt to snatch the tablet from his hand. His clothed chest brushed against Jake's bare one, but he hardly noticed until he stumbled into him and felt their noses brush.

Jake's arm instinctively curled around his waist to steady him and the closeness allowed (Y/N) to breathe in the woodsy scent clinging to Jake's skin and count the faintly glowing freckles scattered across his cheeks. He swallowed harshly and glanced upward, his ears perking when he realized Jake's arm had slightly bent at the elbow. With a swift jump, he grabbed the tablet and tugged it free from Jake's fingers. 

"Quit slacking off and go train, Jake." (Y/N) turned his back to the soldier and stuffed the tablet into his satchel, ignoring how his skin burned and tingled beneath his clothes. His rapidly swishing tail was starting to irritate him. "You've got a long way to go before you can go through iknimaya, and Grace will be disappointed if you get this body eaten or thrown off the side of a mountain."

"Neytiri has me memorizing the territory, alright? I've got plenty of time to 'slack off' and bother you." A chill shot up through his spine and he stiffened when Jake grabbed his wriggling tail, his fingers gingerly squeezing it. "Come on, we barely spend time together." 

"I'm-" (Y/N) jerked his tail free and curled it around his leg. "-working, Jake."

"Well, I'll teach you some stuff." 

(Y/N) tilted his head to look over his shoulder and arched a brow. "Yeah? Like what?" 

Slinking forward and swinging an arm around his shoulder, Jake forced him to walk side by side whilst he pointed out various flora and everything Neytiri told him about them. It took a few seconds before (Y/N) scrambled to take the tablet out and type everything Jake told him, his heart skipping a beat with every piece of information that flowed into his perked ears. 

"And over here are patches of tsawksyul that are used to create ornaments and necklaces. You guys call them sun lilies. They like growing here, by the river, because the sun hits them just right." Jake explained, motioning toward the patches of brightly colored flowers growing along the riverbank.

(Y/N) brightened at the sight of the flower and slipped the tablet into his satchel so he could crouch down by the flowers. "They're my favorite. They come in so many colors." He ran his fingertips over the vibrant cyan petals with dull magenta edges.

"Yeah." Jake kneeled beside him and bumped their shoulders together, his eyes crinkled with warmth. "How 'bout I ask Neytiri to help me make a necklace? It might help her get used to the idea of being around you." 

(Y/N) glanced at him, his lips quirking even wider. "That'd be nice of you, Jake." 

"I'm always nice." Jake leaned back until he was fully sat and brushed away dirt and leaves from his knees. (Y/N) could count on one hand the number of times Jake went out of his way to be 'nice'.

"That's a stretch." 

"Would an asshole spend his day teaching you about boring plants?" Jake raised his thin eyebrows and poked his side. (Y/N) snorted and swatted at his hand with a light shake of his head. "Would an asshole ask if you want to learn more about Na'vi bodies?" 

At his words, (Y/N) blinked and turned to look at him, his forehead creasing in confusion. Jake reached behind him to pull his braid over his shoulder, his fingers running over it until he reached the end and raised it so the hairs fell back to reveal the queue at the end. Pink, fleshy, and small tendrils rose, swaying as they searched for another queue to connect with.

His breath caught in his throat. "Jake, we can't." 

Jake blew a raspberry. "Why not? Don't you want to know how it works or feels?" He looked entranced by the thin wiggling tendrils. It was hard to look away from queues and their strangeness.

"Who doesn't? But it's- it's tsaheylu, Jake. It's a bond. The Na'vi do it with each other when they choose their mate. It's serious. You haven't even completed iknimaya; Neytiri will be upset if she finds out." 

"I'm not going to fall in love with a Na'vi, (Y/N). Grace would kill me." Jake raised his amber gaze to study him so intensely that it made his face flush. "It's in the name of science, alright? Besides, it's better to ask for forgiveness than permission." 

(Y/N) rolled his eyes at what seemed to be Jake's life motto despite the way his heart stuttered. He swallowed and set his satchel aside carefully, his eyes dropping down to his queue. "Just tsaheylu?" 

Jake smirked. "You want to go all the way?" 

"Jake." He groaned, the heat across his cheeks spreading down to his neck and chest. Neytiri must've had the patience of a saint or a good amount of self-restraint to have lasted this long without sticking a knife into Jake's neck. "That's not funny." 

"I'm not joking." 

A silence fell over them, one bubbling with underlying tension and unspoken words. (Y/N) tore his eyes away from Jake and poked the forest floor with his fingers in contemplation while Jake stared a hole into the side of his head. His hand danced over the moss coating the dirt, the vibrant green fuzz tickling his palm. His stomach fluttered and jumped as he considered it.

On one hand, sleeping with Jake wasn't forbidden, hell, most people on the compound had friends they slept with and it was strictly casual. On the other hand, tsaheylu was a serious bond amongst Na'vi; the human equivalent of marriage. But neither of them were actual Na'vi...

He prayed he wouldn't regret this later.

"Okay." He breathed out.

"Okay?"

"Yes, fine, let's- let's do it. For science, or whatever." (Y/N) desperately ignored the flames coursing through his body and focused on steadying his heart's pace. This was Jake Sully; the marine that reeked of being a playboy. There was no reason hooking up with him brought on such an annoying flurry of emotions. He whirled around to look at him and jabbed a threatening finger in his direction. "But don't you dare mention this in your video logs, alright?" 

Jake's face lit up and he nodded, his tail beginning to sway rapidly behind him. "Scout's honor." 

"You weren't a scout but I'll take your word for it." 

The two moved, kneeling in front of each other and resting back on their thighs as they took each other in. Jake leaned forward first, his lips ghosting over (Y/N)'s throat and trailing upward until he claimed his lips in a needy kiss. His canines lightly nipped at (Y/N)'s bottom lip until he tentatively parted them, though he'd been mindful to avoid drawing blood.

Almost overly eager, Jake pressed his lips harder against him, his body shivering when (Y/N) quietly gasped at his tongue darting past his lips to explore him further. Jake's palms pressed into (Y/N)'s shoulders until he toppled backward and found himself caged between the ground and Jake's body. Jake grabbed his jaw to keep his head still while the other hand worked on pushing (Y/N)'s shirt up his abdomen. 

"You know how long-" Jake spoke breathlessly when they parted to tug the shirt over (Y/N)'s head. "-I've been waiting for this?"

(Y/N) felt woozy. "What?"

Jake released a husky chuckle and nipped playfully at his cheek, his hands roaming over newly exposed skin. "I've been flirting with you since I got here, genius. For a scientist, you don't catch on quickly." He pressed a hard kiss to his jawline

"I study biology, not sociology." (Y/N)'s whiny tone only made Jake laugh.

The revelation had (Y/N)'s heart thrumming wildly against his ribcage but he had little time to think hard on it. Jake tugged impatiently on his khakis and briefs, nearly ripping the fabrics until (Y/N)'s trembling hands reached down to help him slide them down his thighs and toss them aside. Jake moved swiftly, his mouth leaving wet kisses along his collarbone and chest while his hands roamed over his thighs, squeezing and massaging the fat with heedy need. 

Jake leaned back onto his knees and grasped at the end of his braid again, his chest lightly heaving and pupils dilated. (Y/N) was fairly certain he looked the same, or worse. He mimicked Jake's action and took in a deep breath when the strands fell back to reveal his queue, uncertainty and anticipation bubbling in the pit of his stomach simultaneously. Jake shot him a reassuring smile and extended his queue towards his. The tendrils automatically reached for each other, curling together until each tendril was wrapped around another. 

The bond was almost instantaneous. Air rapidly escaped (Y/N)'s lungs as his brain was swept under a wave of new emotions, and new sensations. Arousal slammed into him like a truck, mixed and muddled with an overwhelming feeling of warmth and care. Jake's pupils expanded into saucers, the black almost swallowing up the color of his eyes and leaving a small ring of amber as his breathing picked up and he twitched beneath his loincloth. 

(Y/N)'s vision blurred briefly and he blinked rapidly, his breath coming out in short puffs while he attempted to regain his composure. His vision focused once more and he found himself staring up at Jake's face, entranced by the way the sunlight shining down on him made the lighter stripes along his body more prominent. Jake was beautiful. The solider smiled widely, affectionately, and leaned down to kiss him again. 

Every touch and grind and feeling was intensified tenfold by the bond. Everything Jake felt, he felt. Everything that caused Jake pleasure, caused him pleasure. It was overwhelming yet euphoric, over-stimulating yet grounding. An emotional, neurological bond; it was all making sense. They were one being now.

Jake practically ripped his loincloth off and pressed a sloppy, distracted kiss on the side of his throat, his teeth lightly dragging over a pulse point and making (Y/N)'s breath stutter. Jake's hips pressed against his and he grinded against him messily, pre dripping from their flushed lengths and leaving their abdomens wet and glistening. Incorerhnet words fell from (Y/N)'s lips, the bliss and pleasure running circles in his head making it hard to think or even breathe. 

Jake moved away to shift (Y/N) around until his ass was flush against his weeping cock. His fingers massaged the flesh of his ass tenderly but his hips jerked and moved as if they had a mind of their own, as if they were acting on pure instinct. (Y/N)'s hands planted themselves clumsily against the ground, fingers curling to grab handfuls of soft dirt to steady himself. Groans and pants were ripped from their chests with each sharp jerk of Jake's hips.

"You ready, baby?" The pet name went straight to his head and then promptly darted downward. Jake laughed again, sounding thoroughly out of breath. "You're ready."

(Y/N)'s breath hitched, his tail wrapping tightly around Jake's slim waist when Jake's tip prodded at his entrance, whines and whimpered pleas leaving him in breathy chants as Jake bullied his way past the tight ring of muscle and agonizingly slowly bottomed out. (Y/N) felt everything: the burn of being stretched combined with the warmth of his walls enveloping and squeezing Jake, the heavy need to rut his hips back but also forward, the overwhelming feeling of relief and glee and love.

His arms gave out on him and his legs threatened to follow suit but Jake wrapped a sturdy arm around his hips to keep him on wobbly knees. His cheek pressed against the ground, the dirt and moss rubbing and digging into his skin. He breathed clearly for a moment and felt tears build in the back of his eyes. Jake loved him. Someone loved him. Lips kissed the back of his shoulder as if to confirm his thoughts before Jake grabbed at his hips and drew back.

The whine that built in (Y/N)'s throat was shortlived. Jake snapped his hips forward, shoving himself back in with a hiss before he repeated the motion, each thrust quicker and harder than the last. The air was knocked out of (Y/N)'s lungs, the front of his boots digging helplessly into the ground but his body eventually gave out, left to the mercy of Jake's pistoning that made his body jerk and slightly drag along the forest floor.

Jake draped himself over him, his arm still holding him up, muttered and hissed praises filling (Y/N)'s twitching ear. Jake pressed his lips into his shoulder again but instead of kissing, he dug his teeth in, carefully enough to only leave an imprint behind. (Y/N) squirmed and cried in his hold, each attempt at stabilizing himself and grounding his mind futile. It was pure animalistic drive and love fueling both of their bodies, Na'vi blood mixing with the human genomes.

(Y/N) managed to catch Jake's lips in time to release a muffled cry, releasing and sputtering over the dirt and leaves. Jake's hips stuttered a moment later, overwhelmed by the feeling, and he buried himself as deeply as possible before releasing as well. (Y/N)'s mind went blank, devoid of coherent thoughts, and completely focused on Jake. Jake, Jake, Jake, Jake.

Jake slumped over onto his side and pulled (Y/N) along with him, his face rubbing along (Y/N)'s back affectionately in a way that reminded him of felines. (Y/N)'s chest rose and fell with heavy, tired breaths, and he reluctantly lifted his head so he could use Jake's arm as a pillow. Jake pressed his palm over his abdomen and chuckled softly, teeth lightly nipping at (Y/N)'s ear and causing it to flick. 

"You.." (Y/N) sighed tiredly. "You could've just asked me on a date. We're technically married now."

"I like taking shortcuts." 

"You look like you had a long day," Norm commented through a mouthful of reheated oatmeal, his eyes darting away to watch with a shy look Trudy as she stepped by them. She smiled down at him teasingly, her hand resting over Norm's shoulder briefly before she continued down toward her bunk. "Did- Did you go further than normal?" Norm cleared his throat.

(Y/N) swirled his spoon around in his own small bowl of oatmeal. "Jake took me on a walk." He answered, craning his head to peer back at the link beds where Jake's remained shut and operating. His lips threatened to stretch into a grin so he stuffed his mouth with oatmeal and shuffled through his satchel until he found the tablet and offered it to Norm. "Neytiri taught him some things about the flora of the forest."

"No way." Norm swallowed everything in his cheeks and straightened up, wiping his hands on the napkins before clutching the tablet to his chest and reading through everything (Y/N) typed down. "Grace is going to love this, (Y/N). I'm going to tell her- God, this is good."

Norm scrapped the last of his oatmeal onto his spoon and stuck it into his mouth, the squealing of the metal chair scraping against the floor filling the room when he stood and hurried away to show Grace his findings. (Y/N) chuckled and took his bowl into his hand, twisting around in his chair and watching Jake's link bed until its whirring slowed down to signal he'd put his avatar to sleep. He stood and walked over, carefully adjusting his wheelchair so it'd be easier for him to get on. 

The top of the bed lifted and Jake's human face greeted him, his blue eyes blinking up at him until they adjusted to the light. Jake's lips stretched out into a teasing grin. "You can't get enough of me, huh?" He snickered despite the light pink dusting the tip of his ears.

"I should throw your wheelchair into the river." (Y/N) huffed and stepped back, watching Jake maneuver himself off the bed and onto his wheelchair with practiced ease.

He adjusted his legs and tugged at the end of his sweatpants before leaning back and smiling up at him cheekily. "C'mon, admit it, you like me. I felt it." (Y/N) rolled his eyes. 

"And you love me." It was (Y/N)'s turn to grin when Jake looked away from him, soft pink blossoming along his face. "You owe me a date, Sully. I expect something good after all this talk."

[formerheroeswhoquittoolate]

headcanon that the smaller batkids steal the bigger ones' hoodies and jackets. and by "bigger ones" I mean literally anyone bigger than them.

jason gets the short end of the stick because dick and all his little siblings take his. tim's the only one bold enough to go for the leather jackets (well, and cass, but they're way too wide in the shoulders for her) but it's not uncommon to find dick or stephanie in a dark red or gray hoodie that smells of motor oil and gunpowder.

damian usually takes dick's hoodies, but they're very oversized on him. on the bright side, there are thumbholes in the sleeves of all dick's hoodies, so he can still use his hands. the thumbholes make them a hot commodity in the winter.

there is a tim-steph-cass jacket pipeline. steph steals tim's hoodies and cass takes them from steph. hence tim stealing jason's leather jackets -- steph won't take them, so he gets to hold on to them until jason realizes and takes them back. sometimes cass will also steal duke's hoodies, but she always returns them clean and neatly folded (unlike how it goes with the rest of the family, in which they are returned only under threat of blackmail or with long rounds of negotiation).

this is an extremely long-standing ring of jacket theft. you cannot leave a hoodie unattended in wayne manor. damian doesn't actually own any hoodies, and cass only owns one, because there's so many other people in the house to "borrow" one from. nowhere is safe. steph once broke into dick's apartment to steal his warm hoodie, the one with the fuzz on the inside.

but it goes the other way sometimes. jason leaves things in the pockets of his leather jackets for tim -- film for his camera, hand sanitizer, half-filled punch cards for local coffee shops with "drink water too, fucker" written on the back. cass will tuck little slips of paper in the cuffed sleeves when she leaves hoodies out. the notes don't say anything, but they have little smiley faces and hearts on them, and steph has taken to doing something similar with corny jokes. dick just straight-up leaves candy in the hoods of his jackets.

it's a game, it's a love language. it's simultaneously annoyance and affection. there's nothing like wearing a hoodie that's too big for you, that smells like your family, to make you feel safe.

[obaewankenope]

American to English translation for fic

So I read and write fanfic, as do lots of others, and I've noticed that when it comes to British shows or movies, Americanisms or American terms crop up often. It's mostly because most don't know we have specific terms for things in the UK, and I've seen references here and there before, but I've decided to write one of my own. Feel free to add to it tho! I'm gonna put it up on Ao3 too and any additions, I'll reference the tumblr and link them on Ao3 too.

AO3 link is here!!

Anyway, here we go I guess.

Some Americanisms to English-isms

Gas = fuel/petrol/diesel (we tend to specify the type of fuel the vehicle uses, diesel vehicle or petrol vehicle for example)

Gas station = petrol/fuel station

Gas court = petrol/fuel court, or sometimes forecourt (not often with this one tho)

License plate = registration plate/reg

Diner = cafe

Fast-food = takeaway (this is sort of interchangeable. McDonald's is called fast food, a meal from a pizza place that delivers is takeaway)

Motel = hotel

Side-note: We tend to use specific named hotel chains like Premier Inn (or Prem-Inn for short) or Holiday Inn or Travelodge. We also have Britannia Hotels and several others. If the fic is based in a specific place, local hotels or famous ones may be better options. For example, in Liverpool, we have The Shankly or Adelphi.

Cab = taxi or black hac for a specific type of taxi.

Side-note: These are what you see in BBC Sherlock, for example, and are a UK staple. They're less popular or common-place nowadays but there are dedicated taxi companies that use them. There's on in my town that operates until 4pm each day. They are also usually more expensive than a car taxi but they have oodles of space and you can have a pram/buggy kept upright rather than folded-down in them which is brilliant.

Cop = police officer

Side note: more informal, colloquial terms include "copper", "the fuzz", "tit-head" (because of the nipple hat okay, just look up the hat, it's hilarious), "bobby", "rozzer" (pronounced r-o-z-er not Row-zer), and "the bill" (there's an actual show called this btw. It can be a good reference for anyone writing crime fic in UK). There's more but those are the most common. Older terms do include "peelers" and "old bill".

Second side-note: the police have a whole host of terms, colloquial and slang that can be a great thing to include in fic, which I'll link a glossary of here. It's not all UK centric but cross-country policing is a thing so that may just be a boon imho. Also the short-hand acroynmns used are useful so here's a link to the Metropolitan Police glossary of those too!

Patrolman = constable or police constable

Antenna = aerial or TV aerial

Fall (season) = autumn

Bill = banknote or specifically "tenner", "fiver", "twenny" (not "twenty"). We don't have single banknotes like a dollar bill. We have pound coins

Dimes, nickels, etc = pound coin, two-pound coin, fifty-pence, penny, two-pence, five-pence, ten-pence, twenty-pence (link here about the coin currency)

Drug store = chemist or pharmacy

Optometrist = optician

Primary care physician = GP (general practitioner) here's a link about UK medical terms for doctors etc

Side-note: here's a link about medical terminologies etc between American and UK

Social security number = national insurance number

Liquor store = off-license or, specifically, Bargain Booze™

Liquor = spirits (usually)

Store = shop

Target, Walmart, etc = honestly, it's probably gonna be Tesco, ASDA, Morrisons, ALDI or Lidl

Superstore = supermarket

Shopping cart = shopping trolley or just "trolley"

Yard-sale = car-boot/car-bootie/car-boot sale

Attorney = barrister or solicitor (solicitors you go to for legal help, barristers tend to be involved in actual court matters, like a the Crown Prosecution Service), here's a link that explains it better

Janitor = caretaker

French-fries = chips (although McDonald's French-fries are just that, French-fries)

Intersection = crossroad

Highway/freeway = motorway

Interstate = usually an A-road or a motorway, we don't really have interstates here)

Overpass = flyover

Turnpike = toll motorway

Windshield = windscreen

Trunk of a car = boot or car boot

Hood of a car = bonnet or car bonnet

Truck = lorry

Sedan = saloon car

Blowout = puncture or flat tyre

Pavement = road

Sidewalk = path

Subway = underground (like the London Underground)

Drapes = curtains (though we do use "drapes" we tend to say "curtains" more)

Pacifier = dummy or "dodo" or "dodi"

Diaper = nappie or a pull-up (if its like underwear for toddlers)

Baby crib = baby cot (though we do use "crib", we tend to say "cot" more)

Baby carriage/pushchair/stroller = pram or buggy (more specific type tho, here's a link about the differences)

Trash/garbage can = bin, dustbin, rubbish bin

Garbage/trash collector = binman/binmen

Mail = post

Mailman = postman

Mailbox = postbox

The movies = cinema or pictures

Movie = film (less common nowadays with influence of Americanisms but I still use "film" and a lot of people my age and older do too (25+)

First floor = ground floor okay, it's the ground floor because it's on ground level

Sneakers = unless they're Converse, it's probably just "trainers"

Baggage = luggage

Purse (as in the bag) = handbag, or "purse" but that tends to be the thing you put your money and cards in then put in your handbag

Vacuum cleaner = hoover or a specific brand like Henry Hoover™, which you'll find we tend to just call Henry (though I have a John Lewis hoover I got from George, ASDA that I've named 'George' and yes, I do say "I need to use George in a bit to hoover" regularly)

Sweater = jumper or, if it buttons up it's a cardigan or cardi

Closet = wardrobe

Elevator = lift

Call collect = reverse charges

Schools = we have primary/infants (11yrs)and secondary/high school (11-16yo) with some high schools have sixth-form college (16-18yo) or actual independent colleges for the same ages

College = university

Semester = term

Vacation = holiday

Kindergarten = nursey/reception

Flashlight = torch

Wrench = spanner

Backyard = garden

Cookie = biscuits

Chips = crisps (like Walkers™ or Lays™ in the States)

Pants = trousers

Cottoncandy = candyfloss

Dude = bloke/fella/mate

John Doe = John Smith

Exhausted (tired) = knackered

Cell phone = mobile

Cell data = mobile data/4G/5G

Bathroom/restroom = loo/toilet (informal term "bog")

Thanks = cheers

Soccer = football

Y'all = "you lot"

Fuck off/hit the road/go away = bugger off

Some slang phrases too

Bits and bobs = stuff, usually random

Take the mick/mickey = making fun of someone or over-exaggerating

Bob's your uncle = there you go, basically

Bog standard = typical, run of the mill kind of deal

Gutted = feel upset, disappointed

Dull as dishwater = basically really, really fuckin boring

Chinwag = basically "shooting the breeze" or just having a talk/chat

.

If you have any others that you think of or want added, reblog and add em! Tags too if you'd prefer but reblogs would be easier ☺️

[zainnaprollyloveslevi]

"The limit"

Mammon X Reader

Summary: You haven't seen your beloved in a long, long time. After months of parting, you finally went on a date with him. Unfortunately, all this waiting has gotten to Mammon.

Warnings: SUGGESTIVE (slight NSFW but does not show the shaboinkadoink scene), NEEDY ASF MAMMON, Pronouns used: "you" and "your", Nonbinary reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Extra: This is my first time posting on tumblr EVER. This is also my first time writing X reader/MC fanfiction ever, so please be patient with me. I did NOT put any thought to this (freestyle and not proofread), so it's a little rough.

It was cold, very much so. Devildom nights were surprisingly harsh. The streets were damp, and the air was frigid. It was as if you could pluck out ice crystals from the air if you tried hard enough. Yet here you are, running as fast as your legs could carry you, past the closed shops at the local market, your shoes made a satisfying click with every step, you didn't want to miss it.

How could you? This was a once in a lifetime chance. You were up in the human world for so long that you grew impatient. Solomon had something to do in the Devildom, something about his research you did not care enough to listen to. You picked up speed. You were almost there. You couldn't stop grinning. Despite the exhaustion you felt, you just kept smiling. Finally, you're home. You weren't referring to the house of lamentation. You don't even live there due to Solomon's request to have you near him as an essential observer for his research, that sneaky bastard. No, this time “home” was– is a person, a demon.

The fountain was in your sight, you're almost there. And yet, he isn't there. You keep running, maybe he's behind the fountain? Suddenly, an arm wraps around your waist before you could register its existence and stop. It was tan, toned, and familiar. You hear his voice.

“Woah, damn. You tryna hunt me down for sport or sumn? No need for that kinda speed, I ain't going anywhere.”

Pair of blue eyes stared right at you, a smug smile on his lips, you smiled even brighter.

“Mammon!”

You pulled his arm, the one that stopped you from running past him, with just enough force for him to bend down so you could reach his face. A gentle touch to his cheek, a simple caress behind the ear, a loving glance at the skin you adorned with your petal-soft touch was enough to warm him in the coldest of nights. His eyes sparkled as he looked at you. You weren't looking at the way he looked at you, the way the background fuzzed and blurred as they pale in comparison to your loving beauty, they way his eyes only found the way you were looking at him. Sure, he’s a greedy bastard, but oh, does he love like a gentleman.

A soft chuckle vibrates from his throat. He takes the hand that caressed the side of his face and brings it closer to his skin.

“Yeah, yeah, I missed ya too.”

You chuckled, finally looking into his eyes.

“I haven’t even said anything.”

“You didn’t have too.”

He stands up straight, trying not to strain his back from bending down too much. He keeps your hand in his, still looking into your eyes.

“I can see it in the way you looked at me.”

His voice was soft, delicate, the voice he’d use for you and only you.

“Cheesy bastard.”

“Your cheesy bastard.”

He lets go of your hand and stretches both of his arms.

“I’m yours, deal with it.”

You smiled. You used to roll your eyes at his antics, but you missed this. You missed him.

“Hell yeah you are.”

He glares at you, as if he’s about to tease you for saying something so possessive. Instead, he holds you by the waist and leads you onward.

“Cmon. I know how fragile humans are. You’ll freeze to death out here.”

He planned this. He planned to stay at a hotel with you, away from his brothers and other distractions. Of course, you approved this. You two needed that time away.

You two arrived at the hotel. It was a little over his paycheck, but he’s the type of guy to buy you the world if he could. Spoiled by a broke man, you never thought you’d see the day. As he sits on the bed, you feel a little uneasy. Usually, he’d jump into your arms. When you ran to him, he’d run to you faster. He’d cling on to you and never let go until his brothers would pry him off of you. So why? Why was he being so gentle? Did you meet up with the wrong demon?

“Hey, Mams?”

You call out to him as you put your coat on the coat rack, your back facing his form lying on the bed with his feet on the ground.

“Yeah?”

“Nothing, I just thought you fell asleep.”

“Pfft, as if.”

Just that? “As if”? No “I waited this long, ain't no way I'm wastin’ our time together!” or “I spent wayyy too much on this to waste it all on sleep.”? Now that you think about it, his date plan only consisted of meeting up by the fountain and going to the hotel. No extra activities, no nothing. This was weird. You feel the nervousness in your body grow from the pit of your stomach to your heart. You walk to the bed and lay down beside him, he doesnt turn to face you. You don't turn to face him. You two just stare at the ceiling. He finally speaks.

“So… how was your week? You know, without me.”

“Are you jealous that I’ve been around Solomon more than I’ve been around you?”

“Not really. That’s Levi's thing. I know you know you're mine.”

“Sure.”

You thought about it, how you would answer.

“Well… Solomon kept dragging me from place to place, getting equipment for his research here in the Devildom…”

You heard the sheets ruffle, he turned to face you, lying on his sides.

“...then I’d text you about our date occasionally, and that's about it.”

“Sounds boring.”

“Well, I was too busy looking forward to this date.”

You turn to look at him, your back flat on the bed. There was this bitter sarcasm in your voice. You don’t know why you feel this way, perhaps you were feeling a little bored? Shouldn't every moment be exciting when you’re with the one you love? So why do you feel this way? Maybe, you were feeling a little greedy. After being clouded in your thoughts for so long, you finally noticed the way he looked. His pupils traveled to every corner of your expression, he looked dissatisfied.

“Mammon?”

“You’re so fucking pretty and I’m sorry.”

Your heart sinks, what did he mean by that?

“....What?”

He gets up and sits on the edge of the bed, not wanting to face you.

“I can’t do this. I can’t be gentle. There ain’t nothin’ about me that’s gentle.”

You sit up, looking at his back, a worried expression painted your face. Is this going to be a breakup?

“Mammon, what's wrong?”

“Do you like me?”

“Of course, I wouldn't date you if I didn't!”

He moves his head, looking leftward, avoiding you who was sitting on the right.

“I’m not human, MC.”

“I know that.”

“I’m a demon.”

“I know.”

“I can be rough and harsh sometimes.”

“That’s a little hard to believe.”

He looks over his shoulder, looking at you.

“Huh.”

That look in his eyes, it sent chills down your spine. You tuck your legs in, as if creating distance between you two, but he grabs you by the ankle before you could push yourself even further away from him.

“Where are you going?”

He then turns around and changes his grip on your ankle, crawling closer towards you.

“No where, I was just-”

“What kinda demon am I?”

He stops, just right in between your legs. The room felt warm, even warmer than before. The lights weren’t that bright, they were orange in color, it felt like someone decided to light candles instead. Your breath hitches, surprised by his sudden change in attitude.

“What do you mean..?”

“What am I known for?”

You think about it. Should you joke about the fact he’s a little bit of a scumbag? Maybe reserve that for another time. The answer finally clears up in your mind.

“...Greed.”

“Good. Now say it. What’s my title?”

You lower your chin, eyes stuck to his dark gaze.

“....The Avatar of Greed.”

He smiles. It's soft, loving. He crawls even closer but not too close for comfort.

“Y’know, yer kinda stupid, MC.”

You were taken aback. Your brows furrowed as he teases you, you feel your cheeks burn. Just as you were about to open your mouth to argue, his hand moved from your ankle to your thigh.

“Don’t ya think it’s kind of suspicious that I wanted us to go out on a date at night? In a hotel away from the others?”

You did think about it, just a little too late. He chuckles as he looks at your startled expression.

“I’ve gone way too long without ya.”

He crawls closer, his chin ghosting above your shoulder, he whispers.

“I need my fix.”

He had the perfect opportunity to kiss your neck, take what's his, but he didn't. He rests his head, snuggling against the curve of your neck, he breathes in your scent and whines. He releases his grip on your thigh as he softens, hands resting on the bed insead.

“Please give it to me.”

You tense up, your whole body feels warm now. You slowly wrap your arms around him.

“Go ahead.”

You smile, he couldn’t see it, but you smile so softly. He’s surprisingly cute like this.

“I’m yours, aren't I?”

He snaps, releasing his head from your shoulder and his body from your embrace as he pushes forward, planting a kiss on your lips with such feverish tremor.

“Mc…” He speaks in-between kisses. “I’m the Avatar of Greed for a reason.”

He kisses your cheek,

“This isn’t enough f’me.”

He kisses your neck,

“I'm gonna need more.”

He pulls the collar of your shirt, exposing your shoulder.

“So much more.”

He plants a few kisses onto your bare shoulder,

“Please tell me I can have it. I need it. I need you.”

He bites down onto your skin. It wasn’t painful, not in the very least, but it still tickled.

“I can’t have enough of you. I’m fucking insatiable when I’m with you.”

You didn't know how to respond to that, how could you respond to that? It wasn’t until his second “please” did you respond with.

“Okay…”

You run your hands on his head, feeling the softness of his white hair, you smile.

“You can have me.”

You heard him curse under his breath as he starts to bite down on your skin even harder, sucking it, and licking the pain away. You sat there, flustered. Your hands gripping the sheets beneath you. His breathing became harsh, frantic, he looks at you, one hand cupping your cheek.

“I love you, MC, but I’m sorry…”

He leans forward, and you close your eyes.

“...I’m at my limit.”

[supernatural-bias]

𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀 𝐌𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐀𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐳𝐛𝐢𝐧 𝐇𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐥 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

↳ warnings: mentions of cannibalism and porn

↳ song: hit the road jack—ray charles

↳ notes: i can't believe i'm posting this (derogatory)

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• You had decided to move into the hotel after a particularly flashy poster caught your eye

• You were just walking to your run down apartment from a shift at your work, messing with the frayed ends of your sleeves, when a burst of neon red and yellow entered your field vision

• It was a poorly drawn advertisement colored head to toe in bright hues and glitter, advertising a hotel that would offer you a shot of getting out of hell

• With a shrug and a tug of the poster, you slipped it off the brick wall and into your pocket

• It’s not like you had anything else going on, and a free room was a free room. Besides; if the redemption thing turned out to be real, that would just be an added bonus

• Upon arriving at the doorstep of the hotel a few days later with a duffel bag in hand and the other rapping against the front door, you were nearly knocked over by a thin demon with red cheeks excitedly asking if you were there to check in

• “Oh my gosh hi! How are you! Because you look amazing and oh my gosh I’m so happy you’ve decided to check in!” She all but shouted in your ear. Cringing slightly, you leaned away from her embrace to slip inside

• “I’m guessing you don’t get a lot of guests?” You asked slowly as she closed the door behind you, some nearby dust stirring up at the action. The inside looked to empty to be a hotel

• “Nope!”

• Your first sign that you were getting more than you had bargained for should have been the sound of scuttling feet as a small demon made her way across your feet to impale a bug on her claws. She was lightly scolded for ‘accidently frightening our new addition’ before running off with the insect

• "Sorry about that! Nifty is really passionate about her job." The demon next to you laughed nervously. You just shifted your weight and nodded awkwardly in response

• Looking a few feet over to the living area, there was a lanky fellow covered in fuzz and lounging on a sad looking couch. He was flicking through channels on a T.V. You caught them occasionally landing on one and laughing before moving on, never staying entertained for too long

• The demon caught your eye, and waved two of his four hands at you in a lazy greeting

• “Oh, that’s Angel Dust! Our other resident." The woman, you now knew as Charlie, fussed. “He’s been with us for a few months, and has shown incredible progress! Something I’m sure you will find yourself doing!” She bounced on the balls of her feet happily while steering you around by the shoulders

• “Uh huh.” You couldn’t help but nod slowly, only now noticing that the channels Angel had been focusing on were blasting various types of porn shows

• A hasty tour was promptly carried out through the rest of the building. You were shown different rooms, all in various states of decay, while simultaneously meeting the other hotel inhabitants

• A fierce lady with a spear— Vaggie, as she had been introduced as —didn’t seem too up for conversation, only giving Charlie a peck on the cheek and you a suspicious glare before climbing a pair of stairs to take care of something else

• Back downstairs, the local bartender didn’t even bother to look at you, instead mumbling something under his breath while playing cards with a snake like demon

• “Don’t take it to heart. Husk is a big sweetheart, really.” Charlie waved at you with a closed eye smile, missing the way that Husk flipped her off grumpily. “And that’s Sir Pentious over there! Besides Angel Dust, and now you I guess, he’s our only guest.”

• The snake simply offered a loud and hissing hello before demanding with theatrical outrage that Husk was cheating. At least you think it was theatrical outrage. He seemed high strung either way

• But by far, the most memorable staff member you met on the tour was a tall demon with a red suit and fluffy ears; the likes of which you and Charlie had barged in on as he ate a plate of what looked like flesh. Whether animal, or something else, you couldn’t tell

• “Finally, this is our facility manager, Alastor! He helps out with all kinds of things here, and will be a key element in your redeeming process.” Your cheery guide announced. She seemed to ignore the slight tension in the air as the other member in the room smiled tightly, but the feeling disappeared as the tall demon stood up in greeting

• “Why Charlie!” Alastor’s voice crackled with heavy static, reminding you of audio from a gramophone. Or perhaps one of those old fashioned radio’s. “If I knew we were having company, I would have made myself more presentable!” He chuckled without ever looking anywhere but you

• You had to tilt your head up to look at him completely. There wasn’t a wrinkle on his suit, and every one of his hairs sat perfectly on his head. Even his monocle appeared to be freshly polished

• “Presentable.” You said slowly and without emotion, aware of Alastor’s highetened gaze on you. “Right.”

• Charlie was quick to get you to your new room after that

• It was weird, trying to fall into a rhythm with a group of people that had already become so aquatinted with one another, but you managed

• The trust exercises were cheesy and took too long, chores were a daily task for everyone, and Alastor snuck around in the shadows too much for your liking, but at least you had a place to live

• Besides. Who was to say you couldn’t make a few friends along the way?

[celestial-sphere-press]

what kind/style of endbands do you usually do? they look so good 👀

hi!! sorry for taking a while to answer, I wanted to make sure I could give you my best answer.

I usually do what's called a "double core" endband. I use double core endbands over the "bead on front" method because bead on front style is not great for uneven distributions of color, irregular patterns, or using more than three colors. Functionally it works by having your extra threads wrapped up inside the thread that is showing, forming the smaller secondary core. Ultimately you are doing figure 8s around the main core & then your secondary core of thread. This keeps things pretty neat & tidy. The tutorial I first used was this one by DAS Bookbinding, though I don't think his endband tutorials are his best ones. Another binder I've spoken with endbands about a lot is maleeka, who recently did an endband tutorial herself.

maybe I should do one... but it takes a lot for me to get enough motivation to make videos. I'll take this opportunity to write up some tips I've shared when people ask instead:

1. Endband core material is the MOST IMPORTANT component. You need a core that is stiff but flexible - it should NOT be floppy because it wiggles everywhere under the tension of the thread, but still needs to flex with the opening & closing of the book. You want something that doesn't compress, to reduce tension shifts in thread creating a lumpy endband. Have a smooth core is less critical but helps to avoid snagging threads & allows you some leeway on sliding threads around for adjustments. My personal choice is smooth leather jewelers cord (link is just an example, I get mine from a local craft store).

2. Thread size. All your threads need to be the same size; it will be visible if you are using two different sizes, and mess with your front core. Additionally, I know lots of people will use larger twists of multiple strands of embroidery thread, which can work, but is more likely to compress & alter its size in unexpected ways. A single strand is preferable. If you want something thicker you can find some thread weights that are heavier twists intended to be used in a single strand, not pulled apart. I prefer smaller sizes because it works better for the gradient designs I like.

3. Silk thread is your friend (if you can spend the money on it). It reduces fuzz (no fuzz like you get with cotton/DMC embroidery thread), it's usually easier to manage, has a more compact twist, and a higher shine. I use Japanese silk hand sewing thread in size #9 (9号). There's multiple brands (Tire, Daruma, KNK/kanagawa, etc). Here's a wholesale listing (minimum 20,000¥ for international). A non-Japanese brand is Guterman silk (German brand). Both the Japanese & German threads come in a heavier weight (Japanese is #16, Guterman is buttonhole).

4. Thread tension is the most important part of the actual technique. You need to ensure the threads currently wrapped in the secondary core keep tension when you are working the thread around them.

5. Working on a curve. This is only really relevant if you're doing an endband on a rounded book, but the circumference of the curve means there's more real estate on the outside vs inside of the curve. Sometimes this can cause bunching on the secondary core. My own solution to this is that sometimes I wrap the primary core but drop a wrap here or there around the secondary core (only between two wraps of the same color I'm dropping). I uh... don't know of anyone currently recommending this besides myself so I can't point to any pro endorsement for this method, it's just what works for me. Forgive my terrible writing:

6. Pattern management. I... don't really plan much how my patterns sit on the spine, which is not very helpful. HOWEVER you can do some pattern management on the fly, if you really want your pattern to end at a certain place. Thread can be packed more or less densely on the core, resulting in some pattern compression; you could also strategically drop wraps in less noticeable locations. An unintended example: I was replicating the pattern on this endband (left) when I realize I wasn't packing the thread as densely as I had the first time around (right), which resulted in the overall pattern taking up more space. You can do this on purpose, if you need to.

this was way more than you asked but it gave me a chance to put all this in one spot. Best of luck in vanquishing the dreaded EndWyrms.

[not-the-cheese]

one sentence(ish) summaries of every magnus archive episode PART 2

(eps 61-110) thank u for the funny comments and tags on the last part i love u guys

the rest of these may take a while as i've caught up to where i am currently in the podcast but i will finish them like in a month i promise

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61. the thrilling sequel to man does not open coffin: man DOES open coffin.

62. surely this doctor can find an easier way to scam people out of money than putting them in a little book.

63. THE DARK ATE MY BROTHER IN LAW.

64. this is possibly the plot of laura croft tomb raider

65. mmm crumchy

66. what's the opposite of an unboxing video

67. as close to a coffeeshop au as you're going to get from this podcast

68. Doctors hate him! Man REFUSES to die from tuberculosis!

69. your college's psych department has the worst idea ever.

70. reverse death note

71. not even death will stop this woman from taking the british subway

72. man doesn't want to be low key racist in his last moments before getting eaten

73. police versus the second coming of dark jesus

74. lady is haunted by an ad for coffee

75. mike crew says "uh fuck it let's just put this guy on a skyscraper forever"

76. ryan from buzzfeed unsolved breaks into a train yard and suffers consequences

77. you're not a enough of a bitch to be my real mom

78. man gets harassed by his cousin and then exorcises him

79. you know that chase scene in scooby doo with the doors

80. stupid idiot motherfucking jurgen leitner

81. i have been personally victimized by the sequel to the hungry hungry caterpillar

82. pov: elias threatens to cancel you

83. mannequin takes matters into its own hands after people don't like its pitch for a new window display

84. a hoarder put newspaper on my friend's face :(

85. hey there's maybe a little man upon these stairs?

86. man gets got by a squiggly thing in the dark.

87. plumber is so oblivious to spooky happenings around him that it possibly saves his life.

88. guys i think this guy likes to dig

89. lesbian investment banker finds a new, less evil job: arson!

90. guy who turns people's bones starts a gym where he promises not to turn your bones! (he is lying)

91. i was stalked by lightning for 10 years and i all i got were these stupid scars

92. jonah magnus is a bad friend // another day another elias slay

93. ocd is no match for purple fuzz

94. let the bodies drop gently to the floor let the bodies drop gently to the floor

95. im so sorry my brain refuses to remember what the war ones were about but i think one guy got gently kissed on the forehead so that's pretty nice.

96. diversity wins! the not-quite-human delivery men who stole your identity and business are maybe gay?

97. man gets gaslighted by an entire town about a hole

98. 🎶mister sandman bring me a dream, actually don't, please stay far from me 🎶

99. another one bites the dust

100. archival assistants face off against the general public (they lose)

101. jon finally levels up high enough to unlock an eldritch horror's tragic backstory

102. LOCAL MAN MARRIES BUG

103. peppa eats a clown and they cover her in concrete instead of congratulating her.

104. pennywise stole my brother's skin

105. it's world war z baby

106. Something Big Is In Space.

107. man is interrogated about the time he saw thomas the train roasts people alive and also sans is there

108. actor is stalked by mask who liked his monologue so much that it tells its mask friends to come watch.

109. sometimes a family is just a serial killer's daughter and that guy who maybe killed some vampires

110. yeah man those spiders be eating

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