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kkeresss · 3 months ago
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helium / Faker - Legacy
For the LoL Esports Elemental Series
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reverentwormpriest · 9 months ago
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glass animals (you know my favorite band of all time whos entire tracklist i have memorized by heart and whos been my top streamed artist for 4 years in a row) being deeply associated with a certain shitty content creator and his equally shitty friends bc of their most popular song is a hell that the yaoi devil designed just for me
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phantom-of-the-apartment · 1 year ago
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dihalect · 1 year ago
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avomagazine · 3 months ago
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Osaka-based psychedelic rock band Hibushibire will return to the United Kingdom in November for the first time in five years to embark on an eight-show tour alongside their Riot Season Records labelmates, Black Helium More information can be found in the article linked below.
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dweam-en-eff · 1 year ago
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dude has 0 impulse control 😭
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wheniarrivedatthecastle · 1 year ago
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september...
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natlbag · 2 years ago
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Helium: Pat’s Trick (1994)
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seat-safety-switch · 1 year ago
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One of my more accomplished friends is an MRI operator. When we first got talking about what we did for a living, I didn't get very interested. Now, don't think I'm some kind of elitist snob. My career (freelance journalist/greasy dirtbag) is a laugh-a-minute thrill ride, where you're as likely to get hunted down by friends of corrupt small government as you are to throw up in the back of a diesel-swapped Geo Metro being used to chase cows back into the paddock. It's set the bar very, very high.
By comparison, MRIs are boring healthcare stuff, meant for taking extremely high-quality pictures of people's junk all day long. Those pictures are then viewed by doctors, who will sneer at those people for not eating enough cauliflower. Just an absolute snore, which although involving a cool machine that's very loud, didn't fascinate me in the least.
That is, until they mentioned The Quench. In case you're unfamiliar, MRI machines operate on the principles of magnetism (that's the "M.") Big-ass magnets are used to send pulses throughout the machine, and those pulses are inconveniently blocked by chunks of your body standing in the way. By recording how irritated those magnets are, we can figure out what's going on inside your shit. Of course, you need big, big magnets for this, you're not running down to the grocery store and diagnosing a brain misfire using that cute little toddler-art-retainer shaped like a frog.
Sometimes, when shit really goes wrong, you need to stop the magnetism in a hurry. Maybe a patient walked in with a fully loaded firearm, and the magnets are now using it to shoot the inside of the machine. Perhaps you just decided that you would like to end your career. Either way, hitting the "quench" button douses those magnets with several hundred thousand dollars' worth of liquid helium, which makes them stop doing magnet-y things and start racking up billable hours for the MRI maintenance guy. This kind of highly expensive mechanical failure is my jam, and I asked immediately where I could get me some of those quenched-up magnets. Surely, they wouldn't reuse anything they've beaten up in this way?
My so-called friend figured out what I was up to, and clammed up almost immediately. Almost. He gave me just enough information for my inquisitive journalistic mind to figure out that they just chuck these big-ass magnets into the dumpster out back of the hospital, and someone with an enterprising enough mindset could then un-chuck them into the back of, say, a U-Haul van with the license plate removed after being careful to avoid all the security cameras along the way. Not that I would do such a thing, especially because it involves driving through a particularly weak chain-link fence near the seniors' centre.
Coincidentally, are you coming to my unveiling of my new magnetic-levitation Volare-launching system this weekend? I promise to listen very intently to whatever bullshit you say about your boring job, you'll love it. The Mayor is gonna be there, cut the ribbon and everything. Shit. Siri, remind me to get plastic scissors for The Mayor.
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mimikyusrealform · 16 days ago
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physics problem
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Spencer Reid x Reader.
Word Count: 1,127.
Notes: S2 Spencer Reid, my beloved. I'm not a Physics student, though technically I use a lot of it in my career.
The world liked to demonize an ambitious, career-oriented woman. You were extremely proud of your mom, who achieved her undergrad in Physics when you were eight, despite having to take a five-year break because you were born. But then, at seven-years-old, you hadn't particularly enjoyed when she made you watch her recorded lectures and take notes for her. The fact you were capable of writing down fairly comprehensible notes at that age was remarkable, but it left you with a distaste for physics that you didn't grow out of until you were twenty-six.
If that growth could be attributed to anything, or anyone, you would be hard-pressed to admit that it was, lamentably, because of Dr. Spencer Reid. The fact you had an embarrassingly juvenile crush on your unit's resident genius had nothing to do with it. Rather, you would begrudgingly say that his enthusiasm was contagious. Terminal.
And while you were almost always down to hear him rambling and you were never inclined to interrupt him, it was hardly efficient to be listening to him while you worked in last case's property inventory. Sue you, but you never quite learned how to multitask.
He didn't seem to get the memo, though, still chatting with you from his desk, which was conveniently next to yours. “... so from 0.01 to 200 seconds after the Big Bang, the first hydrogen nuclei begin to form. And then large, large clouds of hydrogen and helium gas start to form as well, and they contract under the force of gravity. As the clouds become smaller and smaller, the energy generated from the contraction creates enough kinetic energy to overcome—”
“—Coulomb repulsion,” you said absentmindedly as you continued working—laptop, Apple iBook G4, transferred to Evidence Locker 23B—before you noticed he stopped talking.
You looked up, a minute frown already pulling at your eyebrows. “What?” you asked him.
He blinked slowly, like a cat, observing you as if you were a newly discovered specimen. A new earthworm specimen, no less. Unflattering.
“Uh, nothing,” he mumbled, shaking his head. “It's just... yeah, that's what I was about to say. Coulomb repulsion, I mean. The repulsive force between like-charges. But, uh, I knew that. I didn't know—I didn't know that you knew.”
Oh. That's right. You never showed any indication that you knew of what he was talking about when he rambled on physics, and physics specifically. You did like to share and exchange knowledge on Anthropology—your undergrad—with him, and sometimes about other areas of study you happened to be a bit cognizant on, but never about physics, the bane of your young existence. Furthermore, you actively acted as if you did not know anything related to physics. Half because you liked it when he showered you with such earnest little lectures, and half because you didn't quite want him to know you were decently knowledgeable in that field.
“Uhhh,” you said dumbly, elongating the syllable. “Lucky guess.”
It was his time to frown. “That was not a lucky guess,” he said. “You clearly know about this topic. But—you never showed it before. Why?”
He was acting as if this was a great offense, you realized. As if he was defending you from being underestimated. But he was defending you from yourself. You didn't acknowledge the irregular palpitations of your heart; it was too shameful. You were twenty-six, dammit.
“Look, Doctor,” too affectionately, you were addressing him too affectionately, “it's not a big issue. I just... I mean, it never came up, okay? I just happen to know a bit about Coulomb and whatnot. No big deal.”
“No big deal,” he echoed. “Right, no big deal. Sorry for overreacting.”
You relaxed back into your seat, offered him a smile, and returned to work on your report. Some time after that, he called your name. You made a vague humming sound.
“Hey,” he said from his desk. “I always forget.” That should have been the first red flag, but you were too distracted to notice. “After you overcome Coulomb repulsion, what's the only way for an atom to lose energy?”
You didn't have to think for that, it came naturally. “To fuse with another atom. During nuclear fusion, the energy released counteracts the inward pull of gravity.”
“Oh,” he said, sounding far too amused. “I see. Thanks.”
“You're—” Wait. “Wait.”
“The verb to wait comes from Norman French, ultimately deriving from Proto-Germanic: wahtwijaną,” he supplied unhelpfully, all happy-go-lucky from his desk as he ‘read’ through a file.
“You—motherfucker,” you whispered. “You trickster. You cheater.”
“Says the woman who plays the dirtiest game of Blackjack known to man,” he was quick to quip back. “I can confidently say that you're the filthiest cheat I've ever met.”
“Dr. Counting Cards can not be talking,” you countered defensively.
“Then I guess we're even.” He was smiling in that stupidly boyishly charming way.
“No, we're not. No, we're not.” Yes, they were. “Morgan still plays cards with me. The same can not be said about you.”
Too fondly, he said, “That's because he hasn't realized you cheat.” He paused. Then, he added, “Just like I didn't realize you knew so much about physics.”
You sighed, leaning back into your seat. “It's not your fault,” you told him. Firmly. “I purposefully acted that way, as if I didn't know.”
He hesitated, “Are you—are you embarrassed of knowing?”
You shook your head. You knew what he was thinking, and it pained you. “No, not at all. I'm the opposite of embarrassed, why would I? But... I guess I don't have fond memories of physics. My mom used to make me write notes for her lectures when she was busy with her night work, but I hated it, I only wanted to play with my dolls. She used to say it was the only thing she ever asked of me, that I shouldn't be such an ungrateful kid. I guess it stuck with me. It somehow killed the magic of learning physics for me for many years.”
He was silent for a moment, deep in thought. You bit the inside of your cheek. You wondered if he was gonna try to comfort you, say something motivational. While you weren't opposed to the idea, he must know you hated those kinds of talks. Especially considering the environment they were in.
Finally, he said, “For the record, being good at physics is like being good at the second most popular sport in the world.”
That pulled a smile at your lips. “You don't know what you're talking about, do you?”
He made a noncommittal noise. “Golf?”
You snorted, “Yeah, golf is the second most popular game in the world. If golf's the second, what's the first?”
“Chess, obviously,” he was smiling. You were, too.
“Obviously.”
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ofmdrecaps · 3 months ago
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10/29-30/2024 Daily OFMD Recap
TLDR; David jenkins; Rhys Darby; Taika Waititi; Samba Schutte; Con O'Neill; Nathan Foad; David Fane/Rachel House; MCM Comic Con Coverage w/AdoptOurCrew; In Person Events: Calypso's Birthday in Pittsburgh; Fan Spotlight: Gay Pirate News Hour; NeverLeftPodcast; AMuseOfFyre: Badmintons!; Love Notes;
Hey lovelies, my dad is once again trying to come home from the hospital tomorrow, and I am learning how to help with wound care, and tube feeds, so I have been completely and utterly wiped after coming home from that while also working full time (and no sleep because my kiddo had too much candy)-- so to be honest I have been taking some time to rest and doodle because I need it for my mental health! I'm slowly catching up, things are gonna be a bit bare bones while I get back into the groove of things. Hope you're all staying healthy and safe out there!
= David Jenkins =
Just a lovely picture of David and Kinga from earlier this year that Kinga shared a couple days ago.
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Source: Kinga's Instagram
Also-- David's been sharing the adorable twerking gif by @smolbus over on twitter!
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Source: David Jenkins Instagram
= Rhys Darby =
Rhys is keeping up with his Daily Doodles on his Substack! The last one there is.. uhm, well very specific (I love these goofy doodles btw I hope he never stops, reminds me of the Buttons McGinty illustrations). Check out the Darby Daily Doodles on his Substack!
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Source: Rhys Free Substack
There are still tickets available for Rhys's Indianapolis show on Nov 7 at Helium Comedy Club! You can still get tickets here. The St Louis - Nov 8 - Helium Comedy Club is sold out!
If you're going to the IN show-- one of Rhys Buddies is really catering to the Rhys Darby fans and trying to giveaway his red solo cups that have been touched or looked at by Rhys! I'm so glad they know just how feral everyone is for Rhys Lightning.
And a quick clip of one of Rhys's Routines from the 25th anniversary!
Source: Helium Comedy Instagram
= Gizmo & Bumbles Darby =
As you know, I can't resist cat content, especially of Gizmo and Bumbles, so here you are-- Thanks Rosie for keeping us fed!
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Source: Rosie's Instagram stories.
= Taika Waititi =
Taika was out at the world series, and the Dodgers won!
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Source: Taika's Instagram
= Samba Schutte (and Con) =
Reminder! Samba's Death by Cheese class is one week away! Sat Nov 9th, at 10am PST online with Be Momentus!
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Also check out this very goofy video of Samba and con Re: The dish you'll be making!
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Source: Samba's Instagram
= Nathan Foad =
When Nathan's not interviewing Kristian at cons, he's out with friends!
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Source: Michelle Collins Instagram
= David Fane / Rachel House =
Moana2 just broke the 2024 record for most day 1 ticketing presales for an animated feature! Congrats Rachel, David, and Taika! So excited for you!
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Source: Fandango's Instagram
= Con O'Neill =
After the recent showing of 'The Men' starring Con at the Alnwick Playhouse in the UK, Con did a Q & A with Rebecca of The Northern Film Blog! Check out the article below!
== MCM Comic Con Coverage ==
Our friends over at @adoptourcrew and their correspondents were kind enough film and transcribe some of the questions Nathan asked kristian at his panel at MCM Comic Con a couple weekends back! I'm sharing a screencap + the link to their tumblr posts with the videos (tumblr only lets me share one at a time on any given post) so please head over there and check them out! Question 1: "Nathan asks Kristian about his personal style and how the way he presents himself has changed over the years."
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Question 2: Regarding Kristian's first time working with Revlon
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Conversation About Kristan's Life Part 1
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Conversation about Kristian's life PART 2:
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== In Person Events: PA ==
It's that time again! Harold's Haunt in Pittsburgh PA will be hosting another Calypso's birthday, this time on Nov 9 at 6 pm!
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Source: Harold's Haunt Instagram
== Fan Spotlight ==
= Gay Pirate News Hour =
It's time for another Gay Pirate News hour! Catch it on Our Flag Means Fanfiction's Youtube at 1PM PT/ 4PM ET!
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Source: Our Flag Means Fanfiction Instagram
= Never Left Podcast =
New episode of Never Left! This time talking about Flags! (Part 1!) Check it out on your favorite listening platform on their linktr.ee!
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Source: Never Left Podcast Instagram
= A Muse Of Fyre =
Our crewmate @amuseoffyre is back -- this time with the Badminton's! The Nigel flicking off the camera one is legit the funniest thing I've seen all week. Love it!
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Source: Amuseoffyre's Instagram
== Love Notes ==
Hey lovelies, just a quick one tonight. I feel like TheLatestKate is basically just following me around because she always has new and appropriate love notes each week. Please please please go easy on yourself right now, you're doing so much, I know we all are. Please be kind to yourself, drink some water, and take a few extra moments of rest. You deserve it (whether you did a million things today, or just survived). Take care lovelies. See you soon.
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Source: The LatestKate Instagram
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dicediceking · 5 months ago
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Oh look murder fics!
Ok so the fics are Helium Deflates, Camp Murder, Paint Cans, Thinking Skills, Fear Garden, Experiment 21, and Inanimate Experiments
For the record though, I've only read like a few chapters of Helium Deflates and Paint Cans. And am currently on the second book of Thinking Skills
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phantom-of-the-apartment · 1 year ago
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muldermuse · 1 year ago
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Happy Valentine's (Gator Tillman X F!Reader)
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Glenda plans a Valentine's evening for her and Gator. He has other plans.
Warnings: this is written from Glenda's POV at first so is more angsty than usual. as aforementioned, reader and gator are t e r r i b l e people. infidelity as always. i used the upsetting gift narrative from love actually (im so sorry). nsfw!!! mdni!!! no explicit smut written but heavily suggested at. unhappy ending- sorry my loves.
this is the song from the end 🫶
as always, part of the two sinners world ❤️
The table had been ready since 2pm, and finishing touches had been added all day but the table just began to look more cluttered with pink. Glenda had added homemade cupcakes and macaroons as well as a variety of photos of her and Gator. The usually drab and beige-colored dining room had been transformed into something from an awful teenage rom-com. Pink heart balloons floated up to the ceiling with hundreds of rose petals covering the stained wooden floor. Roy had gone out of town so Glenda had taken the full day to make the ranch a romantic paradise to celebrate the 14th February. This was the couple’s third Valentine’s Day and Glenda was sure that Gator was going to propose tonight, well, Roy had hinted as much. 
Glenda had dressed herself in her white newest cardigan with a muted pink dress underneath. She wore the perfume that Gator seemed to acknowledge more and spent more time than usual pushing her blonde hair from her face. She’d bought Gator a new wallet, his name precisely sewn in by luxurious thread and a bottle of his favourite whiskey with a crystal tumbler with his name engraved. Gator had no idea about the gifts but Glenda had a rough idea of what Gator had bought her. To Glenda, Gator was great at many things but discretion was not one of them. Maybe Gator wanted Glenda to know? She couldn’t look inside, it wouldn’t be very Christian of her but she could at least admire the bag. It was a boutique just outside of town, they sold bespoke jewellery as well as some lingerie but Glenda and her girlfriends always averted their eyes at that. Since seeing the bag, Glenda had spent nearly every day looking in the store, trying to figure out what her complex boyfriend might have got her. Maybe a necklace? Maybe some undergarments? Maybe her engagement ring had been in this very store?
She couldn’t wait for him to get home.
Glenda had no idea that you’d been texting Gator all day and he was planning on spending the full night with you.
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The helium from the balloons seeped out without Glenda noticing. The non alcoholic sparkling wine, which was chilled, was now lukewarm. The Etta James record had stopped spinning, she’d restarted it after it played out every time but for the last two hours, she just listened to noise of the cattle outside. Gator’s phone was going straight to answer phone, he’d text her a few hours ago that he would be home soon. It was now just after 9. He finished work at 5. Where was he?
The sky above was black and looked starless. 
There was nothing shining down on her tonight. 
Every light outside was the brightest she’d ever seen. Did Gator’s patrol car have bright lights? How had she never noticed this? She’d called reception at the station and Amy had the same tone of voice as she usually did when Glenda routinely made this call.
“Has he not come home again?”
“I swear Glenda, he left right on time- no reports of any collisions so it should’ve been a smooth run”
“You need to have a chat with him Glenda, this isn’t fair- talk to his daddy. He’ll beat it outta him”
Glenda wasn’t sure if she had suspicions about Gator or not. She honestly wouldn’t allow herself to even consider it, he would never do anything. What would he even be doing? He could’ve been at the bar with an old school buddy or maybe he’s back at the shooting range. His job was so stressful, he needed chance to unwind and how could she deprive him of that?
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Gator came round to you as soon as he finished work, you heard the tyres squeal as he braked with force from the speed of his patrol car racing down your suburban street. You’d been teasing him all day, sending lingerie pics from as early as 10 this morning.
[sent at 10:32] You: ok, so i think my boobs look amazing in this
[sent at 10:32] You: image attached
[sent at 10:33] You: but my ass looks unreal in this- right???
[sent at 10:33] You: image attached
[recieved at 10:35] Gator🐍💩: got a lonnnnnng fuckin day ahead- don’t do this
[sent at 11:04] You: ur my valentine right???? i bought this just for u :(
[sent at 11:05] You: image attached
[recieved at 11:56] Gator🐍💩: make sure the doors unlocked at 5. cya then. b good.
He tried to hide the smirk from his face as he text Glenda he’d be home late.
You’d chosen your new lingerie set for him, it was baby pink and had dark hearts sewn in. Your hair was half up half down and slightly curled with a pink bow firmly secured with pins. You looked amazing, you had to admit that it was some of your best work. You’d poured a big glass of whiskey for Gator and left it on the cabinet next to your bedroom door. He’d love that little touch.
The pink tapered candles fluttered and the miscellaneous sexy playlist hummed through the speakers. As soon as you heard Gator slam your front door, you’d arched your back so the first thing he saw when he entered would be your ‘please fuck me’ eyes and the second would be your ass positioned high in the air. You smirked in anticipation.
“Fuckin’ hell baby- tha’s a sight for sore eyes” Gator swallowed half the whiskey in one gulp. He hissed as the liquid slid down his parched throat.
“You like your present?” remaining in your arched position, you shook your ass at him and smiled hearing him groan in response
He slammed the glass down; now empty after one final sip. He sneered at you as his eyes followed yours, he loved you like this, so pretty and complaint. He gripped your hair in his fist and pulled you up to his face; you could smell the heat of the whiskey on his tongue. 
“Y’wanna know what I want for my present baby?” his grip tightened in your perfectly pruned hair, and your eyes rounded in response, prompting an answer.
“I want you to be a good girl f’me, all night long” his other hand clasped around your chin, tilting your lips up to his. The caliber of kiss was synonymous with Gator: it was rough, passionate, and filled with a desperate desire for control. His tongue slid against yours and you could now taste the spice of the whiskey on his tongue, along with the artificial taste of whatever disgusting vape he’d been sucking all day. Spit trailed between your lips as you pulled away.
“M’gonna be good, Sir- all night, I promise” 
He mumbled a final "good girl" against your lips, kissed you quick, and pushed you back against your cream coloured linen. His ravenous eyes never left yours as he pulled his belt out of its loops, “s’gonna be a long night for you, baby”
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You must have dozed off on his chest, you awoke to the feeling of his heart pumping and the sound of him taking a drag on some god awful vape. God, he irritated you so much. Your throat felt sore, presumably a mix of Gator’s strong hand wrapped around it and how much of the evening you’d spent crying out his name in pleasure. He smelt of sex- the whole room did. The bedsheets long forgotten as they kept getting in the way of the two of you trying to fuck each other as hard as you could. The playlist had moved onto something more romantic and you were too exhausted to feel uncomfortable. It was Norah Jones- Come away with me.
‘While I’m safe there in your arms’
Gator was too content to leave, he was vaping to try to stop himself from falling asleep in the cozy comfort of your room. He’d cum across your face and your tits, he could feel it drying against his side as you fell into a brief sleep. He knew you were awake now, your breathing had become slightly more laboured. Gator knew you were building up the courage to ask him to leave. You never liked it when it got like this. It was so easy when he was fucking you, when he had your ponytail wrapped around his hand and was using it as leverage to fuck you with everything he had- that was what you enjoyed the most. But, this is what he enjoyed the most.
He had to tell you about what he’d bought you.
‘So all I ask is for you’
The bag alone was beautiful, it was from the boutique outside of town. You’d never even considered going inside, it always looked too expensive and you didn’t like to be surrounded by pretty, delicate things. 
Too scared of them shattering.
Too scared of breaking something beyond repair.
‘To come away with me in the night’
It was a necklace. And god, it was gorgeous. It was a simple silver pendant with small diamonds embedded and the heart in the middle was solid silver. Even in the dim light of your bedroom; its beauty radiated. You’d had gifts from guys before but nothing ever, ever like this. You swallowed the lump in your throat. This wasn’t right.
Fuck, this was a mistake.
Gator’s voice broke the crippling silence.
“As soon as I saw it, it reminded me of you” he placed a soft kiss against your temple “s’beautiful like you”. His voice was gentle and tender. 
It was too much.
You had to shatter it.
‘Come away with me’
“Give this to Glenda- I, uh, I don’t want it” you felt too vulnerable; you couldn’t look at him. “M’not your girlfriend Gator, give it to her”.
You placed the necklace in the palm of his hand with care, already feeling immense guilt and regret but you couldn’t go back. 
Gator got dressed whilst you sat in your en-suite bathroom, pretending not to care about him. You did, of course. You cared too much. After Gator drove away, you re-entered the bedroom, the music had stopped and the candles had burned out into unlit nubs. You didn’t bother to remake your bed, you just crawled into the warm spot Gator had left and tried not to lament.
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Glenda loved the necklace that much that the thoughts of the abandoned Valentine’s Day dinner dissipated from her mind. Gator was the kind man she always knew he was and this beautiful gift had confirmed it. 
Gator climbed into bed and immediately turned away from Glenda. He couldn’t look at her. The necklace wasn’t for her. 
She was wearing your necklace.
You should have been wearing his heart.
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hueynomure · 8 months ago
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Drabble prompt.
Ladybug with a helium voice
"Trust me, my Lady, there are worse akumas to be struck by than Ballooneer," Chat Noir pointed out.
Ladybug huffed, back to him and arms crossed.
"Okay, what's the plan, bugaboo?" He waited a bit. "I know it's annoying, but it's going to be tricky to defeat the akuma and his sentimonster without talking."
Ladybug sighed and turned to him. "You're right," she said with the voice of a squeaky toy, "we-"
Her mouth snapped shut once more.
Chat Noir just stared back at her, unrepentant.
It took two minutes of intense glaring for him to stop the baton's recording.
[this was so fun istg I saw the last lines drawn in @buggachat's style in my own head djgdfkjdk]
You can check out my other Miraculous drabbles here!
(I'm not currently taking more prompts)
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discocritic · 4 months ago
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here's my take on the helium wars and the analog wars, which danger days canon delightfully decides not to expound upon literally like. at all:
before everything went to shit and the global superpowers of the pre-better living industries era were simply chugging along, mass-producing new technology and consuming massive amounts of energy, there was a sudden helium shortage. while most of this history is lost to time, it's thought that this one defect in the global supply chain launched a series of foreign intelligence conflicts and introduced a general suspicion of corporate and government agencies. somehow, better living industries rose out of the remains of a powerful conglomerate and made a name for itself as the proponent for a new and improved future.
about two decades after this, total war broke out across the entire globe. initially, the fighting involved nuclear destruction and the newest wartime technology, but after years of conflict with many corporations--which are now the chief forces driving the war after the fall of many countries' governments--war tactics devolved back into the "analog" methods of trench warfare. the analog wars themselves were actually multiple different instances of this kind of fighting, as the conflicts eventually became scattered around the globe as more and more of civilized society was destroyed and previously-developed cities became nothing more than wastelands.
when nearly all of what used to be the united states was wiped out, leaving only smoldering remnants of what used to be huge settlements, better living industries rose up out of the ashes and established a looming presence in the general area of pre-war los angeles. they channeled all of their energy into building up a powerful, advanced-tech regime, satiating their new citizens with promises of an improved, state-of-the-art new way of living. they kept everyone within the city limits with half-baked rumors of deadly radiation, bloodthirsty desert inhabitants, and the general fear of the remains of the unknown. out of the public eye, however, they were attempting to subdue the residents of what they deemed the "zones of radiation" or the "zones of destruction"-- depending on what records you read--and to find ways to force the desert wasteland into becoming a vast energy generator for the city. of course, this didn't work, and much of their progress was abandoned as they finally retreated back into the well-defined area of battery city. every so often, though, they still send their draculoid patrols or fearsome exterminators out to patrol the desert and put down any traces of what might one day turn into a revolution.
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