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miniscrew-anon · 2 years ago

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HSH Febuwhump Day 6 - Secrets Revealed

So you know how I said I was going to be bias when writing my faves? Yeah, I meant it. Everyone else gets maybe 400-600 words. Four? 1500.

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Time is just settling in for breakfast, paper successfully stolen from Warrior’s sticky fingers, when a loud crash catches his attention. He pauses where he sits, head tilted towards the garage door. His eyes meet Twilight's across the table, who pauses the exact same way he does. It was hard to hear over the usual early morning shenanigans, but that did not sound like the usual clank of metal and machines.

Four makes plenty of noise when he works on big projects. But Time likes to think he’s heard enough of Four’s usual ruckus to differentiate the sounds of construction from the cacophony of mindless destruction. So he tilts his ear towards the door and waits to hear some sort of proof of life, be it a curse over jammed fingers or a call for help. When the silence continues, Time folds the paper and stands.

Legend beats him to the garage door, having emerged from seemingly nowhere. The young man opens the door and pokes his head in, calling for their smallest roommate. Time watches as Legend glances around, stepping halfway down the six or so stairs that lead into the garage. Behind them the noise is picking up with Wind swiping some of Sky’s bacon and Warriors phone going off after he posts something to his Instagram. There’s also the sound of a chair scraping the floor as Twilight gets up and takes two steps towards them.

Time loses track of what’s happening behind him when Legend inhales sharply and bolts into the garage. Time is quick on his heels, adrenaline spiking at some unseen threat.

Legend races down and moves around the parked bikes, skidding to a stop at the foot of the workbench. There’s an overturned box on the edge of the workbench that’s spilt metal frames onto the floor but Legend doesn’t so much as glance at it. Time can’t see what actually has his attention until Legend kneels to the floor and brings Time’s attention downwards.

Four lays on the poured concrete, limbs jerking and twitching unnaturally. His eyes roll and flutter while his head moves rapidly. His body moves unnaturally, muscles straining and back arching. His movements throw his head around, skull striking the floor audibly.

A seizure.

Legend curses and jumps to grab Four’s head before he can smash it on the floor again. His nails accidentally scratch Four’s cheek as he grabs Four and cushions his skull in a hold. “Gag him! Put something between his teeth before he bites his damn tongue off!”

Time grabs the nearest thing - a wooden ruler - and stuffs it into Four’s mouth a moment before the mechanic's jaw clamps shut, teeth clacking against the wood violently. Time holds it in place and helps Legend stabilize Four’s head and neck. With the way Four is moving Time is afraid he might give himself whiplash. Time watches in silent horror as Four thrashes and jerks. He scans the room for danger but there’s nothing. No assailants to hit, no intruders to stop.

Time and Legend hold that position for the longest minute of Time’s life. Sometime in the sixty seconds it takes for Four to stop seizing, Twilight appears at the door. The young man looks in with wide eyes and immediately runs back into the house to call for Hyrule.

By the time the doctor travels down to the garage Four is relaxed and limp. His head lolls in Time’s hands but the man holds him steady, deathly afraid Four might start seizing again. He only shifts to gently swipe some stray hairs from Four’s face with his thumb.

“Twi, call an ambulance.” Hyrule is professional and calm, gently pushing Legend out of the way so he can hover over Four and pry open his eyelids. “What happened?”

“No idea.” Legend hovers nearby but far enough to give them space. He’s lightly kicking away any hazards with his foot. His breathing is heavy from the pure adrenaline rush. He glares down at the spilled metal like it was to blame. “We just heard a crash and found him seizing.”

“Do you know how long it went on for?” Hyrule shines a light in Four’s eyes. The mechanic inhales sharply, blinking rapidly. Hyrule releases his eyes and lightly taps Four on the cheek. “Four? Can you hear me?”

Four grunts, a disgruntled noise. He blinks rapidly, eyes starry and glazed. Dazed, he slurs out, “Why’m I on th flur?”

“You fell. Don’t move, okay? Just lay still. I don’t know if your neck is okay.”

“Why’s my head in yur lap?” Despite Hyrule’s orders, Four shifts around. He’s displeased to find himself being touched by so many hands. He glares up at Time and tries to move away. “Git off.”

“Please don’t move - you just had a seizure.” Hyrule lightly pushes his shoulders down when Four tries to sit up. “Do you remember what happened?”

Gray eyes blink at him blankly. “Uh? No? Wait - I had a what?”

“A seizure.” Hyrule runs his hands along Four’s neck and head, gently reprimanding Four when the mechanic winces away, “Sorry, I know. But I have to check, okay? So just stay still for a second.”

As Four fights against his base urges to move away from Hyrule’s hands, Time looks around. Most of the boys were hovering on the stairs, watching. Sky was in front, arm up to block anyone from getting closer. Legend was beside him. The young man was picking up the mess from what Time assumes was a box that Four had dropped when he’d collapsed. And if Time strained his ears he could make out Twilight in the kitchen, talking to an emergency operator.

He looks back to the boy in his lap. Hyrule sits besides him, taking his pulse and asking questions.

“Do you have epilepsy? Or any other medical conditions?”

“No.”

“Have you ever had a seizure before?”

“No.”

“Did you hit your head on something before you fell? Like on a cabinet or a wall?”

“No.”

Hyrule hums worriedly. “Were you experiencing any headaches or vertigo?”

Fours eyes flickers to Time’s. The man sees a flash of something in them before Four looks back to the doctor. “Yeah.”

“Have you ever had those before?”

Four swallows, Adam's apple bobbing. “No.”

“Four.” Hyrule see’s through him easily. He rests his hand on Four’s forehead to check his temperature. “Please tell me the truth. I want to help you but you have to tell me the truth.”

Four breathes out slowly. He seems to fight with himself, finally allowing himself to say “Yes.”

“Frequently?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

Hyrule’s brow furrows. He pulls out a pen light and shines it in Four’s eyes, checking for dilation. Time can see Four’s pupils are different sizes. “How often do they occur?”

“Not that often.” Four winces at the light.

“Can you define ‘not that often’? Once a month, twice a month? A rough estimate, please”

Four purses his lips. Shifts uncomfortably. Evades Hyrule’s eyes.

“Four.”

“...Maybe three times a week?” Four reluctantly admits. “It’s been getting more frequent. And worse, I guess.”

“How bad is worse? On a scale of one to ten, how bad is the pain?”

Four shrugs, clamming up again. His eyes keep twitching over to Time’s face and then away again. It’s starting to make Time nervous.

Hyrule exhales in frustration. He skips over the question. “When did these episodes start? How long have you been experiencing these?”

Four bites his lip lightly. “I don’t know.”

“Try to remember.” Hyrule gently directs Four to follow his finger with his eyes, moving back and forth across Four’s vision. “It’s important. Do you recall any significant events which might have triggered these episodes? Hitting your head? Flashing lights in your eyes? Anything?”

Four stops following Hyrule’s finger. He looks around, seeing everyone standing nearby. The only one missing is Twilight, who went to flag down the ambulance. “I don’t want to answer that right now.”

“Four.”

“HIPPA.”

“You can’t call HIPPA like parlay.” Wind grumbles from the stairs. Warriors shuts him up with a shove and a finger to his lips. He gets punched in the shoulder for it. Sky gives both of them a look. Four’s expression shutters up.

“Boys.” Time looks over his shoulder and jerks his head. Clear out.

Wind scowls and Warriors pretends not to see. Wild’s eyes tear up. Thankfully Sky is there to corral them. The ex-guard gently moves them back into the kitchen, catching Legend’s sleeve and forcing the brooding boy to follow them. “C’mon guys. Let's flag down the ambulance.”

Time feels Four relax a little when the garage door shuts. With less eyes on him, the mechanic opens up a little more. His face is still guarded but he answers Hyrule’s questions, albeit still reluctantly. “It’s been happening for a while.”

“And how long is a while?”

Four shuts his eyes. Sighs through his nose. “Seven months.”

It takes Time three seconds to do the math. Seven months.

The townhouse late at night. The intruders in his home. Blood in the air, pained cries from the kitchen. Footsteps moving in all directions. The boys, battered and terrified. Bloodied faces and the glint of blades. Twilight and Wind and Legend and Wild-

A small body slumped against the foyer wall, so still. The room too dark to see if his chest was still moving. No signs of life.

The rage. The despair. Thinking that he was too late. That he’d lost one of his boys before he even got to the scene.

His insides feels like ice.

Hyrule comes to the same conclusion.“Since your concussion?”

“...Yeah.”

Hyrule’s mask of professionalism slips as his eyes droop. He looks incredibly sad. “Why didn’t you ever say anything? I told you back then to come to me if you started feeling worse.”

“It wasn’t bad,” Four mumbles. He reaches up to gently rub at his temples. “It was just headaches…”

“Headaches? Or migraines?”

Four says nothing, dropping his hand with a hearty sigh.

Time jumps when the garage door opens with a loud shutter. His hand twitches for his piece before he sees flashing blue and red reflect off the floor as it opens. The ambulance has arrived, back doors already open with Twilight explaining things to the paramedics. A Goron EMT is pulling a gurney out.

“We’ll talk about this later.” Hyrule stands and gestures to the men, lightly pushing at Time’s shoulder to get him to move. “For now just relax. Help’s here.”

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Four doesn’t want to be a burden and he strikes me as a guy who’d rather swallow some pain than admit needing help. He’s smart, but also stupid, ya know?

This idea has been bouncing around my brain since Stormy said he’s been quiet since the attack. Tomorrow is probably going to be a sequel to this one since I have ideas.

#HSH au #Townhouse au #HSH Four #Febuwhump 2023 #I love torturing my little guy #especially when it allows everyone else to show they care

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poisonouswritings · 2 years ago

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I posted 10,152 times in 2022

That's 10,152 more posts than 2021!

709 posts created (7%)

9,443 posts reblogged (93%)

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I tagged 5,554 of my posts in 2022

Only 45% of my posts had no tags

#get in queue - 2,139 posts

#last legacy - 558 posts

#ozzy answers - 408 posts

#fictif last legacy - 400 posts

#sage lesath - 367 posts

#ozzy speaks - 234 posts

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#anon asks - 216 posts

#fictif sage - 178 posts

#anisa anka - 160 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#but anyways im *still* getting whump posts under 'posts you may like' and i do not like it!! and i keep saying this post isnt for me and it

My Top Posts in 2022:

Dialga v. Palkia Does Not Go As Expected

PLA, GN!Reader

Adaman and Irida want to have a fight, you just want to eat some potato mochi

Since the two clans have reached a peaceful treaty, it seemed only proper there be some sort of festival to celebrate. And since Jubilife Village has always been a sort of middle ground, it only makes sense to hold the party here. Plus, well, this is where the gods live.

Speaking of, you've become something of an,, ambassador between humans and the Almighty, as well as the de facto moderator for arguments between the clans. That's another reason everyone is gathering in the village.

Commander Komodo says that you have to look the part. You try to argue but then Cyllene pulls a sword out of nowhere - apparently she was the best swordsman in Hoenn? You make a note to ask about it later - and reminds you about following orders. So you relent and spend the day getting ready.

The tailor - Anthe - borrows some of your Pokémon for inspiration. It's a little silly to say but it gives you just a tiny bit of anxiety. How would you feel, having four friends who are always by your side suddenly whisked away? You feel just a tiny bit naked. But you stick through it, helping Rei and Akari hang up streamers and trying not to jump when Ingo randomly yells from a few feet away.

Seriously what did he do in his past life where he was always yelling?

Anthe's custom outfit is gorgeous, as you expected. There's a bit of a mish-mosh of colors to represent the Almighties; blue for Dialga, pink for Palkia, white for Arceus, you even talked her into adding some black and gold for Giratina.

Then it's heading over to Arezu so she can fuss over your hair.

You're finally rescued when Adaman and Irida show up about an hour before the festival is set to start. Arezu immediately pulls Adaman into a conversation, while Irida helps you to your feet. Arezu finally releases both you and Adaman, so together with Irida you three scamper back outside.

Like I said, they're here an hour early. You link your arm with Adaman's and nudge his side, teasing him a bit. You grab Irida's hand to tease her too.

'Oh you're here early? Did you forget the time? Did Irida have to come get you so you didn't be late? Irida I didn't know you were so prompt and timely. That's not a very Pearl Clan thing to do. Not very traditional.'

They're both a bit red-faced. Irida is scowling at you while Adaman is sticking his tongue out. You copy his childish display, and within moments you're locked in a fierce tongue battle

No not like that. Sorry to disappoint.

Irida (lightly) smacks Adaman on the back of the head. He yells but she ignores him, facing you with a gleam in her eyes. She explains that they actually have a request. That definitely sobers Adaman up a bit.

They want to battle each other with Dialga and Palkia to settle, Once And For All, which Clan is better.

You,,, are immediately hesitant. Not because you're concerned about the Pokémon ripping open the fabric of reality again - okay that's a lie you kinda are a bit worried about that - but because,, look it's already a little difficult for the clans to wrap their heads around you casually keeping their respective Almighties in a Pokéball and you really don't want to make that worse.

But Adaman and Irida seem genuine. So you relent, bringing them over to the training grounds. You have over your Pokéballs and go to stand with Ingo. One of the balls in your belt rattles. With a glow, Giratina emerges, settling beside you to watch the fight. You give it a few Oran berries as a treat.

Once the clan leaders get over their initial awe - and you remind Dialga and Palkia that, hey, humans kinda need the fabric of space-time to stay together to survive so don't go too hard - they're ready to brawl!

You end up crawling onto Giratina's head to get an aerial view. You reach back into your satchel and pull out a container of potato mochi for a snack. You're about to pop one in your mouth when four of them start to glow - two blue, two pink. Leaving you with just three left.

You roll your eyes and remind them to share.

Much to the clan leaders' shock, the gods have just,,, stopped fighting. You could have told them to expect this but the look of confusion slowly morphing to a surprised understanding on both their faces is much funnier. Surprised understanding turns again into confusion when they each receive a mochi.

A blessing from the lord

You slide off Giratina's back to the floor and pass one mochi over to Ingo and another to the Void Pokemon itself. Then you finally snack on yours.

Last week, Palkia opened a mini-wormhole just to steal Professor Laventon's toque. And Dialga laid down in front of the Galaxy Hall and refused to move until Rei and Akari promised to take it on their next survey. And Giratina sat in front of your house and refused to let you leave until you gave it a kiss on the head and reaffirmed that, yes, Giratina is a very good Void Snake.

They're powerful, borderline Eldritch creatures, sure. But like most creatures - most humans included - sometimes they wanna be showered in affection. And sometimes they wanna eat good food with good friends.

And isn't that what this festival is all about?

Right as you finishing explaining that, Giratina lobs a Shadow Ball right in Palkia's face and escapes through a wormhole. Palkia gives an indignant roar and follows. Dialga makes a purring sound that might be a laugh. Then Giratina pops up behind Dialga and lobs another Shadow Ball, which makes Dialga snarl and give chase.

The four of you - Adaman, Palina, Ingo, and yourself - all stand in the middle of the court, watching the legendary Pokémon chase each other around. Ingo chuckles and says siblings are like that. Irida asks if he has any siblings. He frowns and shrugs, saying he doesn't remember.

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Consider:

We seem to have god-like healing powers, since we can like, leap off cliffs and whatever and just stumble for a sec before being good (I always imagined Arceus basically gave us a super good healing factor)

Imagine the chaos when everyone finds this out

Adaman

You invite Adaman to go on a survey with you in the Mirelands. As the Clan leader, he's pretty familiar with the surroundings so he's happy to show you around and help out in whatever way he can

He can make sure you don't waste time getting lost

You guys go out. It's been a nice day. You're chatting about nothing too particular, just some gossip on the wardens and making jokes about Kamodo and whatever.

You're expertly throwing Pokeballs and crushing everything in your path

When suddenly

There's an alpha

Not just any alpha, but a Carnivine. And it's spotted you.

You react on impulse. You send out your biggest Pokemon and tell it to get Adaman out of here and dart to the side to draw Carnivine's attention

Adaman is freaking out because Carnivine are Big and Scary™ but he also doesn't wanna leave you behind

Your Pokemon keeps headbutting him, trying to push him away from the battle

You're darting and dodging and hiding behind rocks and whatever, keeping Carnivine's attention solely on you

Adaman yells at you to stop fucking around and run for cover

Sweetie why would you do this

You're taken by surprise. You hear him yell and your first impulse is to look over, and Carnivine takes the chance to rush you and Cut You Bad™

Definitely poisons you a bit

Your Pokemon finally gives up on trying to shove Adaman away and goes after Carnivine itself, making swift work of kicking it's ass and sending it packing

Bonus points if it's an alpha of something adorable like Bidoof or Combee or whatever but my brain defaults to a Luxray so do with that what you will

Adaman runs over to you and drags you behind a tree. There's blood. Oh Almighty Sinnoh you are bleeding Quite A Lot and he's freaking out because Pokémon are so dangerous why the fuck were you toying with it why couldn't you have just let him fought it with his Leafeon or something oh fuck you're gonna die-

You cover your mouth. Cough. He's trying to stop the bleeding but his hands are shaking and

Wait

The blood has stopped

???

There's this very faint golden glow around you for a few moments. Your wound heals. You're all good. Somewhere between amused because this happens to you all the time and a little guilty because poor boy was so scared for you

He's still shaky so help him wash his hands and bring him back either to his settlement or the research camp, whichever is closest.

Explain about your healing powers. Once you do he calms down a lot.

By the time you reach wherever you're dropping him off at, you're both joking about what happened.

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Smooches :(

I'm going to assume this is a request about the Last Legacy M4 since that's what I write the most of. Mayhaps this is your way of saying you want a smooch, in which case I say 'same'. But I'm not actually sure. So while I appreciate you thinking I'm smart enough to get this, I am actually Very Very Stupid and taking a swing in the dark here. Hope you enjoy!

GN!reader, fluffy fluff

Felix

I think Felix is a very big fan of casual smooches. He's been studying or working on experiments for nine hours straight and you just swoop in out of nowhere to kiss his cheek. Instant Dopamine Boost. Instant energy.

In as much as I like to joke about Felix being Easily Flustered, he's also the only Starswon (Rime notwithstanding) that's been in a canon long-term relationship. He's definitely get a lil embarrassed hehe blushy blushy man but he keeps his composure fairly well. Sometimes makes a little noise, sometimes shrinks up a little bit, the tips of his ears turn pink. But he'll look at you and pout and ask if That's All He's Getting™

If you sit with him while he's reading, I think he smooches you a lot. Doesn't even pull his eyes away from the page, just kinda leans over and kisses your cheek, your jaw, your neck, whatever's close enough. He's Focused™ but he still wants to worship you a lil

When he's not distracted by studies, he's a bit more flustered but he still gives you a lot of little kisses and smooches and pecks

I think especially when something reminds him of Rime. I feel like we don't talk enough about Protective!Felix being afraid of losing MC. So anyways when something makes him think of Rime, it kinda automatically makes him think about how Rime died, and that stresses him. Even if it was Unavoidable, he still worries about that happening to you. So he'll randomly pepper your cheeks and lips with little kisses and hold your hand. Kisses the back of your hand too.

I feel like all of Felix is very soft,, includes his lips,,,, do with that info what you will,,,,,,

He do Big Spell. Head Hurty. When he tries to sleep, smooch his temple. Makes him feel better.

Anisa

Heheh...ehehehe.....cat wife kisses

Gods i miss her

I feel like she loves all types of smooches, but especially sneaky ones! She's spent such a long time following the rules and being The Model Citizen™ that she likes the thrill of it. She's also incredibly proud to be your Knight In Shining Armor!! And as long as you guys aren't doing anything too dirty she doesn't care who sees a bit of PDA.

I think she'd like being kissed on her hands/wrists, tip of her nose, and collarbone. If you wanna be cute and kiss her chest where your heart is, she'll be super flustered but like it (as long as you guys aren't in public at that point).

Her favorite places to smooch you would probably be,,, your forehead (she uses her hands to smoosh your cheeks a lil whenever she kisses your forehead) and the spot below your ear. Maybe nips at your earlobe a little bit when she's feeling flirty but probably not in public

I feel like she hugs you from behind a lot!! Possibly sneaks up on you to give you surprise kisses.

She comes home after a long day of work,, she's so tired,,, help her pull her armor off,,,, give her a lil kiss on the shoulder,,,,,, she melts,,,,,,,,, and when she has nights when the memories are too much for her to deal with and she can't sleep, cuddle her. In between stories and jokes and dreams you two shares, smooch her hand/wrist. Makes her very calm.

I think if you guys are laying around and just kinda relaxing and you suddenly start kissing her, she would purr a little. I don't even know if half-ilephtas can purr, but damnit, she does.

Sage

I was gonna say that I hc that the only source of wholesome smooches Sage ever had before you was probably like, when he and Tulsi were younger and say she was afraid of a thunder storm he would probably kiss the top of her head or whatever (which is something my older sister still does to me a lot when I'm upset) but after That Post from the Insta I feel like that'd be inappropriate,,, which is really shitty because siblings should be allowed to show affection for each other without people being freaks about it,,,,,

But anyways

I think Sage is used to making out and whatever, but soft lil smooches??? Foreign concept.

The first time you smooch his cheek out of nowhere he just bluescreens. He's dead. Gone. Vanished. Slain. He tries to be flirty to hide his embarrassment but you give him this wholesome little smile and he just puts his head down because he needs a second

He's a bit of an attention whore so once you start he doesn't want you to stop. If you're busy studying he 10,000% does the lil headbutt thing.

Definitely likes kissing your hands and nibbling on your fingers a lil but also your forehead, the top of your head, and the crook of your neck because he's trying to hide his face a lil cause he's blushing

Ooh big strong cat man blushing like a tomato because he's being sweet on his loving partner

I also think Biting Is A Love Language! You will get nibbled on often!! Obviously when he's flirty he's messing with you that way but even when he's just being a blushing dork, he gives you a lil love bite. Though I have a thing for marking so porhaps I'm projecting but I'm sure you don't mind

Loves it when you kiss his head/ears, his cheeks, probably his chest too. And if you kiss his scars? Especially while mumbling a bit of praise about how big and strong he is? He simply Ceases To Exist.

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Mc being to afriad to tell the LIs she loves them so she says it when she thinks they're alseep but theyve caught on and are only just pretending to sleep so they can hear it

Ajfigkda I love this trope so much 🥺

GN!Reader, sleepy times

Felix Escellun

Felix has noticed that you are,, a little more shy than normal. Certainly more affectionate but a little less talkative, a little less open.

At first he thinks something is wrong. Did he maybe do something? Are you alright?

But then one day you hug him from behind and nuzzle into the crook of your neck. Mumble something he doesn't catch into the skin of his shoulder. And when he asks you to repeat it you just squeeze him a little tighter.

That's when he first realizes what it is you really want to say.

Do you think,, he was the one to say it first to Rime? Because in my head I think Rime said it first, and I think that's how Felix kind of recognizes what you're up to.

But he wants to give you some space for it. So,,

It's been a long day of studying. You've been doing it again - starting to speak, pausing, shaking it off and sinking back into a mostly-comfortable silence.

Mostly comfortable. It's an itty bit awkward. The 'weight of unsaid words' and all that.

Well, wouldn't the best way to fix it be to get the words said? He thinks so. So that day, in the study, he makes a show of curling himself up in the armchair and leaving the blanket bunched around his waist before 'falling asleep'

It takes about ten minutes. Your footsteps are soft and light and gentle and he only hears them because he was listening. You pull the blanket up over his shoulders. Tuck it in a little. Brush some of the hair away from his face. He's trying really hard not to smile because you're being so soft. And then you lean down and whisper 'I love you' and his face is flaming red and then as soon as you leave the room he sinks down into the blanket and just makes a really quiet noise because yeah he was expecting but still-

Spends the next 20 minutes basically squealing into his blanket before getting himself together. The next time you come in he kisses your hand continues with his reading. Hopefully now that you've said it, you'll be brave enough to say it again

Anisa Anka

Anisa kind of sees it coming but she also doesn't want to jump the gun y'know? Cause like, if she says it first and you weren't ready to say it, then that's gonna pressure you into saying it. And she doesn't want that.

So what should she do? You keep blushing whenever you look at her for too long and ugh you're making it so obvious it's adorable

But she doesn't want to make things weird, doesn't wanna put any pressure on you. It's her job to protect you in this world. She can't abuse that position, not even accidentally.

Hm. This really is rather difficult to navigate around.

Once night she gets home late from her patrol. She creeps back into the apartment to see that you're in her bed, all bundled up and drooling on her pillow a little. She chuckles a little to herself as she changes out of her armor and into something more comfortable. Then she goes to sleep on the couch.

As she's laying there, trying to fall asleep, she hears soft footsteps. Your footsteps, she'd recognize them anywhere. You walk over and carefully nudge a pillow (not the one you drooled on, obviously) under Anisa's head. She's wide awake but she's feigning sleep, wanting to see what you do.

'...hey... Anisa. I love you.'

Her hair poofs a bit as she tries really, really hard not to smile like a fool.

'Wh- A-Anisa! You're not even asleep!'

She opens her eyes with a little laugh and lightly grabs your hand, keeping you from shyly scurrying away. She wants to see your face, after all. 'How could I possibly sleep when the person I'm in love with just said they love me?'

Your eyes are big and wide because Oh She Just Confessed To Loving You Back and she's just giggling because you look so cute. She also feels a little light-headed from a mix of happiness and adrenaline because She Really Likes You And Her Heart Is Racing.

You guys end up falling asleep in her bed. Together.

Sage Lesath

Y'know I don't think Sage sees it coming!! He's never been in love before and he's never stayed with any one person long enough for him to recognize the signs. No, I think that he knows something is up but he doesn't know what.

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My #1 post of 2022

Imagine if the ArcPhone has it's own WiFi network so the player can look stuff up

During a meeting you're just looking up dramatic music stings and randomly playing one whenever Kamodo/Adaman/Irida/Cyllene starts talking

When Laventon talks you play various clown themes (affectionate)

You play train sounds around Ingo because it makes him happy (even if he can't remember why)

Teach Melli about Snapchat and filters

Make 'wot in tarnation' memes about Lian

Show Iscan some scary Dusclops fanart if you wanna be evil

If you wanna be nice show him cute fanart

Change the phone's clock in front of Adaman just to piss him off

Change the phone's location in front of Irida just to piss her off

Teach Rei and Akari some Vocaloid songs+dances and encourage them to show everyone

You get a text from Arceus

There's a link that he says is some important information about how to fight Electrode or whatever

You click it

It's a Rick Roll

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youraveragecollegestudent · 2 years ago

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The MidTerm Slump: Observation & Rant (sort of)

Hey everyone! It's the midterm season here at George Fox University, and let me tell you, the entire campus is feeling it. Students walk around like sluggish zombies in their pajamas, and the Bridge Cafe's line is the longest I have ever seen. I think I have seen more energy drink cans than water bottles around campus just in the last week. And we all know why: the midterm slump. Remember when the semester started and everyone was happy to see their friends and get the last semester started? I know I was! But now, I think that excitement has evaporated into thin air and is nowhere to be found. We have somehow lost the motivation to get assignments done. And I know the seniors are getting senioritis like no other. We are just ready to break out and start our careers! Stress is also at an all-time high as midterms come and go, and the pressure of final projects looms closer and closer. Especially if you're taking 400-level classes, where the final projects are professional documents you've never had to create before or a 24-page thesis, believe me, the pressure is definitely on. But amidst all that arm-twisting, try to find ways to take the pressure off. This can be like turning on some of your favorite music and taking a beat, catching up with some friends in the dining hall, doing a workout, going to chapel (yes, I can hear the collective groan now), or even curling up on the couch and watching some of your favorite Netflix shows. Do anything you can to take the pressure off because while some pressure is good, bottling it all up can hurt you long-term.

Taking a slight detour, there are some students on this campus who are absolutely T-H-R-I-V-I-N-G. We can see them around campus going for runs or giggling in the corners of campus with friends, getting coffee, and just living their lives. Be like these people. Regardless of what's happening with academics, sports, or whatever, give yourself the freedom to thrive like your peers. Giving yourself this time forces you to expel serotonin and be able to be happier with what you're doing.

Basically, don't let your academics drag you down; keep your head up, and keep going, even though it's hard. Because at the end of this very long tunnel of assignment after assignment, you'll see the light of your degree.

#midterms #university #stress #anxiety

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teesmosambijoos · 2 years ago

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🌻 literatly hi

you are the only person ever and i lied i will not talk about normal things. so the fact that someone made three ways to survive in a ruined world a reality is so fucked up ok. it was the longest boringest most repetitive novel. i get it why kdj read it it was his escape. but we don't care about that now. the protagonist (of twtsrw) was suddenly stuck in a world where weird white fluffy creatures with the creepiest smile came out of nowhere and the scenarios started the constellation came. so like any other person he tried to survived. he made friends and relations and then some of them died and then he died. but then he regressed. he was send to the fisrt scenario back to the train and he ha dthe memories of his previous life.u could say. and no one remembered what he experienced with him. even the creatures the constellations didn't know. it was like a reset. that has to be a lot of damage to a person. he had make his companions again . and then it happened again for the third time. his companions died or he died. and he regressed again for the fourth time the fifth sixth tenth. he made memories. he saw that they were just a mean of entertainment for the constellations and the star stream. an she regression again twenty times fifty times hundred times. he still couldn't succeed. he had to start over and over again. he couldn't reach the end of the scenarios his sufferings was just entertainment for them. and he died and regressed 200 times 400 600 800 times. sometime he grew closer to the end sometimes he didn't. sometimes he lost everyone sometime he didn't care about them sometimes he lived only for them. he killed constellations collected knowledge defeated the monsters completed the scenarios became he had to. he couldn't just die. and then in 999th turn he got close to the end but he couldn't reach there. he got close because he made a deal with someone powerful. he didn't reach the end but he did send his companions. and then he regressed again and again and again and again until the 1863rd trun. where he saw the end he lost everyone again but he saw the end. but he didn't see it because he couldn't. so he with his memories and loss of 1863 lives became a outer god. outer gods are basically older beings. and he didn't regress. he could look at all the time lines in which he lived. he filled himself of the previous turns and became stronger still looking for a way to reach the end. and then looking at the timelines one didn't match the one he had lived. and there are too many feelings beyond this love u

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sweetsunflowerkisses · 4 years ago

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the library.

Pairing: Loki (MCU) x Fem!Reader

Genre: Angst (??)

Warnings: Implied Character Death , Mentions of Loki’s faked death, Descriptions of falling?, Cannon Divergence, Making a bunch of shit up about Asgardian relationships and Asgardians in general? Angst, Bad writing TvT

Summary: In your final moments you reflect on your relationship with Loki and wish that you could be back at the library with him.

Word Count: 1.9k (It’s kinda short TvT)

a/n: I was rewatching Thor and the first avengers movie and this idea popped into my head and I kinda hate myself for writing it :D Also I’m working on Secret Identities Are Hard To Keep, I promise TvT

Falling. You had always wondered what it would feel like going from a height like this. It was almost euphoric, the wind pushing against your back as you fell, carrying your tears up with it. These were your final moments, you knew that, there was no surviving a fall from this height, not even with the strength provided by the asgardian blood that ran through your veins. So you did what most people did in their final moments, reflected on how you got here.

It all started centuries ago, in the golden palace on Asgard, the place where you were raised as a noble, your father being one of the Allfather’s most trusted advisers. Your memory of those years were riddled with the overwhelming feelings of loneliness, your only company being the vast array books in the palace library. You were lonely until the day you met him.

It was a day like any other, your father was tied up in various meetings with the Allfather and other important asgardians and like always you were camped out in the library. Through the years that you had spent here it had become your safe space and in the very back in a small corner was your place of happiness there was a small emerald chaise lounge with just the right amount of light and all of the books you had ever enjoyed stacked up around it. What you didn’t expect was for someone to already be occupying your oh so sacred spot.

He was stretched out on the lounge, his thin form but tall form draping over the edge a book in hand. You knew who he was of course, you were a noble after all, the dark prince, the forgotten prince, the boy that spent his years in his brother's shadow. In all of your 400+ years you don’t think you had ever seen him so peaceful, so you did what you usually did around people, you turned to leave. What you weren’t expecting was to feel the feather light touch of a hand on your wrist.

You looked up your eyes meeting his soft green ones. You wondered how he knew about this corner, about you and your time here, but pushed the thought aside as your gazes locked. There was something there, an unspoken understanding from one outsider to the other. He smiled softly, pulling a book out of seemingly nowhere and handing it to you wordlessly. You smiled in thanks and watched as he left, his green cape swaying behind him. And that was how it started.

You would have expected falling to be something that was over quickly yet it somehow seemed like the longest moment of your life. You knew you were getting closer though, you could see the tops of other buildings now, so as you waited you went back to thinking.

After that fateful meeting your relationship with the raven haired prince slowly started to change, for nearly fifty years the two of you would simply give each other books you thought the other would like, starting off wordlessly and eventually progressing into bigger and bigger conversations until the two of you would spend hours in the library together, animatedly talking about whatever book you were interested in that day, no doubt blowing off countless responsibilities your fathers had begun to place on you now that you were growing older.

It was around a hundred years after your first meeting that your relationship crossed from friendly conversations to stolen kisses and secret meetings. The two of you were around 500 and 600 now, both preparing for your futures. Loki trained to become both a warrior and a king, despite the limited possibility of him ascending to the throne, and you training alongside Her Majesty the Queen and other female nobles, preparing to become the perfect wife and partner for the next generation of Asgardian nobles. Yet you still found time for each other, spending as much time as you could together, only finding comfort in one another.

It was when the two of you hit 900 and 800 that Loki became consumed by his anger. It was in secret of course, as most of his emotions often were, but his emotions were always something you and you alone had the privilege of seeing. By now you and the pale prince were an official couple, Odin and Frigga having blessed the relationship, allowing Loki to court you and eventually allowing the two of you to biome some form of official, not married, but official enough to be allowed to share a bedchamber without getting odd looks.

In the past Loki had always confessed his anger to you, never allowing it to influence his actions, reveling in the catharsis he achieved by ranting to you as you played with his hair, but now, as he watched his arrogant brother become more and more loved by the people, as he watched his brother be promised the throne despite his hotheadedness and obsession with being a warrior, something within him snapped. Now he would yell for hours on end, often trashing your chambers, rather than his usual soft kisses that were full of love, his kisses were messy, needy and full of all the rage he could never show. It was in everything he did every emotion tainted by the anger that masked the true emotion. But you accepted him, every bit of him and so you did what you could. You matched his energy but also reminded him that you were still there, still there to give him new books, still there to play with his hair and still there for him to lean on.

As you fell your thoughts wandered back to the present, you were nearly there, you could hear the screams below, and you could see the chitauri army and the chaos that they brought with them. You could see the faint outline of Iron Man landing on the tower and your thoughts once again returned to Loki and everything that brought you here.

After the exile of Thor and the era of Loki as King you thought maybe everything would stop, the looks and the whispers that everyone would finally stop treating Loki like he was just a liar and a danger, you yearned for and prayed for the return of the Loki you fell in love with. You were distraught when Thor returned, telling you that Loki’s ascension to the throne was all based on lies, that he had been responsible for the frost giants that had gotten in the palace, that he had tried to kill his friends, that he had tried to kill his brother. And that he was now plotting something far worse. Somehow, as much as you didn’t want to, you knew it was true, but despite everything you knew that your feelings wouldn’t change. So you fought Thor, or at least tried, not being able to actually bring yourself to deal any damage to the god, too overwhelmed with the truth of it all, so you ran. You ran back to the place where it all started, back to the library, back to your corner of safety.

You found out he was dead the next day, Thor sought you out to tell you himself, yet somehow there was the nagging feeling in the back of your brain that Thor was wrong, and boy were you right.

It was 2012 when he finally resurfaced, you had spent most of your days hiding from the asgardian population, from the prying eyes of everyone who figured you had something to do with the events of the previous year. You were once again faced with the fact that your feelings remained unchanged for him, that despite the reality of what he was doing, trying to enslave a whole population you would still do anything for him. It was Heimdall who alerted you of his return, but it was the Queen who convinced you to go to him, to try and bring back the love that you had spent nearly 600 of your years devoted to. So you did.

You landed on the rooftop of Stark Tower, admiring the pretty pattern the bifrost has burned into the gravel. It wasn’t long before Loki found you, after all the Bifrost was kinda hard to miss. It was emotional for you, seeing the man you loved after spending so long thinking he might be dead. You approached him slowly, he rushed to you in return, overjoyed at the sight of you, telling you of his grand plan, inviting you to join him, to be his queen, to rule over Midgard with him. It was tempting and for a moment, just a single moment you considered it. But you refused, nearly begging him to stop the madness, to return to you, attempting to reassure him that no matter what you would still be there, that you would still love him despite the things he’d done in the past few years. You told him how that while you didn’t quite understand everything that you could listen and love him, that you would give him everything the world never did. Yet, it was when you looked up into his eyes that you realised that something was truly wrong, that your prince might truly be gone, rather than the normal green that usually stared down at you a piercing blue met your gaze.

You backed up slowly, this was the man you loved yes but there was something else in him too, something that was evil and corrupting, something you were sure would infect you too if you joined him. And it was backing up that had been your mistake, the platform on top of Stark Tower was by no means small but you had simply landed too close to the edge, and as you stepped back you felt nothing and you began to fall.

Loki lunged, moving faster than he ever had, just barely grasping your left hand in time. And you watched as his eyes flickered in between his green and the unnatural blue and that's when you realised, he was scared. But you were slipping and his grip simply wasn’t enough. You smiled softly, knowing what was going to happen next, tears beginning to stream down your face, and with your last words you simply whispered “I love you.”.

You fell, leaving Loki only clutching air, but then he felt something else as his fist closed around the air where your hand had just been. He knew what it was almost immediately and looked down to find the gold band with a single emerald in it sat in his hand. The ring that had adorned your ring finger for the past three years, the proof that despite it all you loved him. And you smiled.

You knew it was the end now, the sound of cars and people louder than before, and you wondered what would have happened if you hadn’t been in the library that day. With your very last moments you imagined yourself on the emerald chaise, surrounded by books with Loki on your lap, playing with his hair as he read to you and you smiled for the last time

#loki #loki x reader #loki x reader angst #loki laufeyson #loki laufeyson x reader #loki x you #loki x y/n #loki laufeyson x you #loki laufeyson x y/n #marvel imagine #marvel x reader #marvel x y/n #marvel x you #marvel #loki fanfic #loki imagine #loki laufeyson imagine

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sl1m9sn4ke · 3 years ago

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Hey guys check this out

I posted 549 times in 2021

149 posts created (27%)

400 posts reblogged (73%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 2.7 posts.

I added 157 tags in 2021

#scraptrap - 33 posts

#incorrect quotes - 25 posts

#emotional stones au - 20 posts

#sammy lawrence - 18 posts

#springtrap - 14 posts

#in the flesh - 11 posts

#fnaf au - 11 posts

#glitchtrap - 10 posts

#fnaf ar special delivery - 9 posts

#fnaf - 6 posts

Longest Tag: 67 characters

#6'2i write sins not tragedies" and thats how you know you gonna die

My Top Posts in 2021

If you think about it, Scraptrap is an anime girl

20 notes • Posted 2021-07-14 01:55:09 GMT

Wassup, Im Janus, Im [redacted] and I never fucking learned how to use Tumblr

Oh hey check it out I updated my

Update: My name is Janus, I am a trans man that uses he/him pronouns.

Please do not interact if you run an NSFW blog, as I am a minor.

MAPs get shot on sight <3

21 notes • Posted 2021-03-18 16:01:36 GMT

Springtrap, fucking around: Taaaaaaaaaake onnnnnnnn meeeeeeeeee

Scraptrap, not looking from his book: Taaaaaaaaaaake meeeeeeeeeee oooooooooooon

Glitchtrap appearing out of nowhere: IIIIIIIIIIIIIIII'll beeeeeeeeeee goooooooooooone

All: IN A DAY OR TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

25 notes • Posted 2021-03-01 01:30:19 GMT

Heres a little sketchy sketch for @goldemas1244 with their dragon Scraptrap and my human Scraptrap!

Some things about this design:

In this AU, his name is Vincent Trappe, and he's 23. He's skilled at embroidery and fashion design(he made that cute top himself), and is the only one that can bake.

When he was four, he was hit by a car and suffered lifelong injuries, one of them being his missing arm and his twisted leg.

He's totally blind in his darker eye, which is why there's no lens on that side of his glasses.

His bangs? Thats a wig, sis

His necklace holds a picture of his entire family: Oleander(Toxic), Flaminio(Flaming), William(Spring), Aquilo(A fanmade Springtrap skin by TheSpringer on DA), Hugh(Clown), and Anubis(Curse), all of them identical sextuplets. Plus his father (ITP Spring Bonnie) and his half brothers Matt(Glitch) and Lewis(Dawko).

He's snippy, rude, can and will hit you with a cane if you say anything about his scars or his feminine style of dress, and he loves kids.

35 notes • Posted 2021-07-07 13:32:52 GMT

Humans Are Space Orcs: Aggressive Animals Edition

We all have or have had pets that played a bit too roughly or would bite even their most adored owners. But how would extraterrestrials react?

"Human Janus." Lead scientist Gi inspected the black furred creature sitting neatly on the bigender human's lap. "The animal's behavior is quite concerning."

Janus rolled his eyes, petting the animal even as it attempted to bite. "He's always like this."

"Does it not hurt?" Gi asked.

"Im used to it." Janus replied. "Ow, Hoss!" He yelled as the creature bit his hand.

The furry, overweight creature, Hoss was its name, gave no look of remorse.

Janus himself was an oddity. He insisted on taking his "special boy" with him on the ship, plus a pad of "paper", for what purpose Gi didnt know. His sight was near perfect, yet he put on glasses every time he went on a computer. He even named himself after a Roman god, although Janus insists he named himself after "Deceit".

Gi reached out a hand, as though to take the dangerous animal away, only for Hoss to smack the alien.

"Hoss!" Janus yelled.

The scientist shook hir head. This was going to be a long journey.

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its-dark-girl · 3 years ago

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I posted 14,095 times in 2021

190 posts created (1%)

13905 posts reblogged (99%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 73.2 posts.

I added 1,423 tags in 2021

#favourite - 400 posts

#lmao - 303 posts

#dream smp - 126 posts

#long post - 118 posts

#dsmp - 115 posts

#dsmp analysis - 90 posts

#mcyt fanart - 72 posts

#textpost - 69 posts

#save for later - 66 posts

#hermitcraft - 64 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#cats cats cats cats cats cats cats cats cats cats cats cats cats cats cats cats cats cats cats cats cats cats cats cats cats cats cats cats

My Top Posts in 2021

Grian and False 👏 winning 👏 mcc 👏 as 👏 they 👏should 👏

72 notes • Posted 2021-09-18 23:47:54 GMT

imagine if Gri ‘ lord dreamslayer’ an was whitelisted onto the dsmp for the disc finale

that would’ve been hilarious like:

Dream: *starts his villain monologue or whatever he’s gonna say*

Grian: *comes from out of nowhere* *taps Dream with his finger*

Dream: was slay by Grian

111 notes • Posted 2021-07-27 20:49:49 GMT

tommy’s new minecraft video is fucking hilarious

like we have scott, jack manifold is now tommys irl dad, and in love with his mother, mumbo k jumbo being more the phil than the man himself, phil’s ‘WHAT’ to tommy saying that, apparently mumbo’s going to woo over kristin, phils wife with his redstone skills, specifically the 3-by-3 piston door, niki being disappointed in tommy, scott, fucking wattpad being brought up, making scott explain rule 34, phil actually playing the craft, ‘b-tier mumbo jumbo’, wilbur now having an on and off switch, tommy taking that out of context, tommy just taking everything ranboo says out of context, fundy, ‘he gives off ass particles’ ‘i cant go to school if all im thinking about is ass particles’, the edited in scenes from the other streams and the editing

137 notes • Posted 2021-10-10 21:29:30 GMT

imagine Ponk going to go see Purpled, but sees his destroyed cabin and assumes the worst

154 notes • Posted 2021-06-09 21:51:48 GMT

mcyt prompts

Mumbo Jumbo is redstone master because he is immortal and needed something to pass time

Mumbo and Awesamdude marveling at each other’s redstone skills(and impressing everyone with their invention ig idk)

DreamXD and Dream are related but don’t like to admit it

Foolish and DreamXD meet up whenever they both can

Sapnap is worried for both his fiancés

Hermitcraft sees the tattered lands of the Dream SMP

Stress and Puffy both being moms

Some hermits babysitting the dsmp minor yesalltheminors

Scar meeting The Syndicate

Keralis, Grian, Ranboo and Techno flexing their richness

Philza flying with Grian

Grian and Techno being chaotic

177 notes • Posted 2021-04-01 23:09:35 GMT

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minty-malfoy · 4 years ago

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hello congrats on 400!! could i get a 💐 where ron finds out that reader died and how he’d cope after just losing fred? thank you and hope you have a good day!!

a/n: thank you nonnie!! and oh gosh my heart </3 it's ok i totally didn't need it 😔

when the pain of losing his older brother finally subsides and his tears run dry, ron would try to recollect himself

he'd watch the people around him silently celebrate their side's victory, and he really wants to feel the same thing they do, but it's not exactly the easiest thing to do in his situation

but he really does try

because at least when he finally finds you again, he wants to be strong for you

he can already imagine how cheerful you'd look and how happy you would be to jump into his arms

so that's what he tries to focus on: your smile, and making sure that it stays on your pretty face

the thought alone is enough to carry him for a few minutes longer

but after a long moment, he's starting to get a little anxious. all the survivors are huddled up together in the hall, but you're still nowhere to be found

if anyone even hints at the possibility that you didn't make it out alive, he'd snap at them, mostly because he wants to stick to the comfort of denial for as long as he can

he's just not ready to relive the previous pain of losing fred, he doesn't know if he would be able to handle the same thing happening to you

but when harry finally places a hand on his shoulder with a sympathetic look, there's no other way around other than accepting the cold hard truth

the worst thing is that he can't even cry or scream at first, the realization is way too overwhelming for his mind to handle

then when he finally does, it takes all his friends and family to try comforting him as much as they can

even if he has to restrain himself from pushing them away. he knows everyone felt the same way he did when they found out about fred, but no one could possibly understand the pain he was going through when he lost the person he thought he would spend his entire life with

for the longest time, ron would struggle to let go of the grief, and he'd end up isolating himself in his room concerningly often

and no one can or knows what to do about it, they want to give him time and space to cope, but it still hurts to see him turn less and less of the person that he used to be

ron's biggest struggle would be to stop blaming himself

he keeps replaying everything, wondering how things would have turned out if he stayed by your side, if he didn't let you split up in the chaos, if only he was faster and stronger

it doesn't take long for his insecurities to take over and gnaw at him, and usually you were always there to help him get rid of them and feel better about himself

but now you weren't, and it made everything so much worse

after some time passes, someone would have to eventually tell him "this isn't how (y/n) would have wanted you to live your life, ron" and that he had the right to grief, but he shouldn't let it consume him

ron would avoid visiting your grave for a while, he doesn't want your death to feel more real than it already does

but when he finally does begin to recover the slightest bit, he would approach it as often as he could, leaving flowers and meaningful things as a memorial. like the small gifts you gave him for some of his birthdays, or the heart shapped locket he got you for yours

the more often he visits, the more he can start living again

even if it still hurts him, sitting by your grave doesn't entirely feel like a chore anymore

it becomes a reminder that he was worthy of your love, and that he can almost hear you telling him to live his life happily, even if it would be one without you in it

#ron weasley #ron weasley x reader #ron weasley headcanons #sleepover

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moreeverydaythings · 3 years ago

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Day 1136 - the Yokshire Wolds Way, Day 1

My next railway station walk again breaks some of my self-created rules. It will be a railway station to railway station walk, Hessle in East Yorkshire to Filey in North Yorkshire. The difference, however, this time was that the walk would take 5 days!

I would be following the Yorkshire Wolds Way which is the least used and least well known of the 16 national trails in England and Wales. Its official length is 79 miles but with having to detour some distance on occasions for overnight accommodation and choosing the wrong path more often that I dare to admit, the total distance walked would be about 90 miles. It still does not sound much but, I assure you, that when carrying what felt like a full refrigerator on my back, it certainly felt a very long and exhausting way.

So why this little used national trail starting on the edge of Hull and taking in a little visited part of Yorkshire? The answer is relatively simple. This is where I lived as a teenager and so is the part of the world which has probably had the greatest influence on who I am. I guess I was hoping that this walk would help exorcise the ghosts of growing-up in and going to school in Hull which, for me at least, resulted in some kind of double imposter syndrome. Firstly, the feeling of being an imposter because you grew up in, as so many surveys over the years have shown, the worst place to live in the UK. It was, therefore, inevitable that people would one day discover that you are thick and stupid. Secondly the feeling of being an imposter of at least a feeling of guilt, because the extent that you might achieve anything, it seemed unfair and undeserving because most other people in the city you lived in never had such opportunities.

The walk would also be through the land of my grandparents who lived in East Yorkshire long before my family moved here and so the Yorkshire Wolds hold many even older happy memories of visits to them and playing in the hills I would be walking through.

My plan was to walk the first two days alone with my thoughts and memories. On the second night a friend of mine from Birmingham would be joining me and we would be walking the last three days together.

And so I found myself at 10 am at Hessle station. I’d caught a train from Kings Cross and changed to a local train at Doncaster. I then changed at the wonderfully named Goole to an even more local train with no more than 3 other passengers on board.

As soon as I got off the train at Hessle the memories came flooding back. This is where I used to catch the train in the morning for the 8 minute ride into the centre of Hull where I went to school. As I came out of the station I was immediately faced with a dilemma. I could turn left and walk the 400 metres to my old house or turn right and make my way to the start of the walk. I turned right. I’d rather not go back. The Smiths’ tune Back to the Old House seemed extremely apt and now kept going through my head.

The official start of the Yorkshire Wolds Way is at Hessle Haven, a short walk from the station. Back in my days, there used to be a shipyard here, Dunstons. It seemed it closed over 20 years ago and all trace has gone. I remembered I once took a photograph of the shipyard cranes silhouetted against the sunrise. I remembered my first SLR camera, a Soviet Zenit E. I can still smell that leather case it came in. I remembered how this area had kindled my love of photography and so I remembered that this place may not be so bad after all! I took a photograph of a sign telling me I had 79 miles to walk assuming the impossible, namely that I do not stray from the official path.

Within a few minutes the path takes you under the magnificent Humber Bridge. When it was opened in the early 1980s it was the world’s longest single span suspension bridge. It was though a bridge from nowhere to nowhere. It did, however, launch another of my great loves, running. Every Wednesday afternoon I, together with some friends and the woodwork teacher from school, used to do a ten mile run across the bridge into what was then South Humberside and is now Lincolnshire. Unlike photography which I’ve only returned to in recent years, my love of running has never waned and I still run almost everyday. After years of bitterness, I was beginning to feel more positive towards Hull already. This walk was working and I’d been going less than 30 minutes!

The route now followed a new path, well a path that had never existed in my time here, right along the edge of the Humber. I kept looking back over my shoulder at the impressive Humber Bridge. Shortly before the village of North Ferriby, I noticed an empty “ice pop” plastic tube on the ground. So bizarre as I remembered I’d had my first “ice pop” in this very village when visiting a friend. Surely this discarded plastic tube hadn’t been here over 40 years or is North Ferriby the last outpost of ice pops? I started to remember my friends. How many were still here either in Hull or its outskirts? I’d lost touch with all of them but they’d fallen into two distinct groups: those who stayed in Hull and those who got as far away from Hull as possible. And when I say “as faraway as possible”, I really mean it. So many emigrated, be it to Europe, the USA or New Zealand. Others joined the RAF, army or navy to take them away. I was kind of the exception. I moved to Birmingham!

All these thoughts distracting me now led me to a tactical error. The Yorkshire Wolds Way takes two alternative routes around North Ferriby. The high tide route or the low tide route. I’d noticed it was lowish tide so I blindly followed the low tide route. I should have known better. I grew up round here and should have realized that the low tide route meant trekking through the Humber foreshore and so trekking through think mud. Sure enough I quickly found boots sinking in the mud. How had a Roman army had once walked across the Humber very close to here some 2000 years ago? Clearly, they weren’t carrying the weight I was on my back!

Also, the Roman army wasn’t staying in one of the area’s better hotels in South Cave after their crossing. I was now thinking, how could I turn up at the hotel with my boots and trousers caked in the Humber’s finest mud? Rather than turn back and follow the high tide route, I then made my second tactical error. Between the mud and the houses on the Humber edge, there was an embankment made of large boulders, presumably to act as some sort of flood defence. I decided that I would scramble along this embankment of boulders. Up on the embankment I was unstable trying to step from boulder to boulder and, as I was carrying the equivalent a full refrigerator on my back, was likely topple down the embankment any time I slightly lost my balance. On the other side of a fence at the top of the embankment were the back gardens on the houses whose rears looked over the Humber. I had a choice: sink in the mud, seriously injure myself by falling down the embankment of boulders or climb over the fence and sneak through the gardens of the houses. I chose the latter but felt a bit of a criminal as I strode quickly through this row of back gardens. Unfortunately, the back gardens ended maybe 50 metres or so short of where a sensible path started again. This meant I had no choice but to risk life and limb and cross the embankment of boulders again. After a major wobble on one bolder, I decided the safest route for this last 50 meters was to descend and splatter my way through the Humber mud. So much for my ridiculous attempts to avoid the mud. My boots and trousers were thoroughly caked in it now. I had some vague decades old recollection that there was a pond in the next village en route, Welton. Therefore, with renewed vigour I set-off for Welton and a much-needed wash!

The path now moved away from the Humber and turned inland through some woods and upwards into the Wolds. Strange but I had some memories of playing in these woods and I was convinced that one house I passed was where a friend had lived and where I’d played football in the back garden. Even stranger was that I came across a tree with Housemartins’ lyrics on it. I strode on happily humming “Build” to myself.

Guess what? Welton doesn’t have a pond. My memory had let me down. Hang on. Not so fast! It did have a nice wide shallow stream running through the village. So, it had water to wash in and so my memory was not quite as bad as I thought. There were a few kids playing in the stream. They must have wondered what I was up to as I walked up and down in the stream, inspecting my boots and trousers every few minutes to see if they were getting cleaner.

Content that my boots were now in a fit state to walk into a hotel, I made my way out of Welton. I had forgotten just how nice the villages on the west side of Hull were. I wondered if I’d have ended up living in one of them, instead of East London, if I’d decided not to leave Hull. I wondered what my life would have been like. Would I have been happier, richer and a rugby league fan? By the time I had concluded that probably only one in that list would have applied and that this was both a pointless and dangerous train of thought, I noticed that I was walking towards the Humber Bridge again.

I consulted the Ordnance Survey app on my phone. True enough I had missed a turn and was heading 90 degrees off course. I knew having those thoughts was dangerous! Worse still I was a good mile or so away from the right path. I had no choice but to retrace my steps, cursing that my 79 mile walk was now 81 miles and that I lost at least 40 minutes or so valuable rest/ beer time at the end of the day.

The rest of the days walking was up and down “dale” as some of the valleys in the Wolds are named although they are nothing like The Yorkshire Dales. They are much lower and are a mixture of woods and farmland. I’d cycled up and down all these “dales” as a teenager. It was confusing though. Sometimes they felt very familiar and memories returned. Other times, it seemed like I was seeing them for the first-time even though I must have been in them many times.

I left the Yorkshire Wolds Way, east of the village of South Cave. It was over a mile to the hotel which was frustrating as I knew I’d have to cover that distance again the following morning before I could start reducing the mileage left on the walk. Good news though. My boots were clean enough to get into the hotel so at least I would have a bed for the night!

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peachyteabuck · 5 years ago

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treason against kingly youth, pt i of ii

summary: somehow, you survived the 2020 election. now, all you have to do is get a know-nothing white man into the senate. should be easy enough.

pairing: chris evans x reader

words: 3223

trigger warnings: rpf, white dudes doin White Dude Things

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For a moment, just a moment, you allow yourself to breathe, really breathe. One, big breath in that clears the stress from your muscles, drops your shoulders, lets your whole body sag against the decade-old chair that you’re surprised hasn’t crumbled under the weight of your ever-tense body and its corresponding sins.

It’s a mere six feet away that everyone else you’ve worked with for the past three years with – the people you went through sleepless nights, long road trips, greasy food from mom and pop diners with the middle of assfuck nowhere, registering voters and writing up another plan for every fucking thing wrong with America (low teacher pay? Check. Electoral college ruining democracy? Check. Criminalization of homosexuality? Check. Private school sucking the life out of public schools? The monopoly artificially inflating prices on glasses up to 400%? The disparity between the number of men’s and women’s bathrooms in federal buildings? Check, check, check) – each and every person celebrates with wine and whiskey and any other alcoholic beverages they can get their underpaid hands on. It’s not even the cheap stuff, no, this is top shelf liquor. This is D-Day, “we’ve got an hour before the nuclear missile hits” liquor.

There are two times people go this all-out on their spirits – the end of the world, and the end of an election (though, to some, they’re the same thing).

But not you. Never pitiful little you. Pitiful little campaign manager you doesn’t rest, doesn’t get to stop pulling rabbits out of hats and money from single moms and votes out of college students.

There’s three TVs in front of your desk, each playing a different news station and each anchor drowning the others out. It’s a cacophony of white noise, and not because

The only voice, the only singular voice that has cemented itself into this far, previously blissfully unattended corner of your brain. You can hear her, feel her own on your shoulder – you can see her leaning against her old desk nestled in her home back in Massachusetts.

“I want you to be my chief of staff. You ran my campaign better than I could have asked for, and I would be incredibly lucky and blessed to have you run my White House.”

Your own voice rings next, always shakier than the time previous.

“I can’t do that,” your sigh gets deeper each time, too. “You know I can’t.”

Somehow, her voice always gets more confident. It’s one of those things about her, about the way she carries herself. If she’s faking that confidence you’d never know. “I know, but I’ll always tell you that there’s a place for you at the White House as long as I have something to say about it.”

In the sea of blue and red and white confetti and streamers and all the other shit people use to celebrate when their party wins an election, the thick, bleached white of your laptop screen stares back at you more menacingly than any Republican – winning or losing - you’ve ever met.

You’d like to think you are the kind professional that is never caught off guard, the kind of woman who can expect anything. But as the email that’s derailed your plan for the next four years stares back at you, the all-caps subject line feels more like the headlights of an 18-wheeler to a deer in the middle of a highway than an excellent career opportunity.

Still, with malt liquor in hand, you allow yourself a moment to breathe. Maybe, just maybe, it’ll make all of this just a little bit easier.

A little less than five hundred miles away, Christopher Robert Evans is the drunkest he’s ever been, surrounded by the same men he’s known since his freshman year of high school, yelling nonsensically as one of his current senators becomes the president-elect of the most power country on Earth.

The only coherent thing to leave the man’s mouth the entire night is oh so wonderfully caught on a friend’s iPhone and will – quite likely – be posted to some social media site by the next morning.

The video (which you will eventually be seeing at your first meeting with the Boston native) shows him in a Harvard sweatshirt (a university he did not attend), deep blue skinny jeans, and a Patriots hat balanced just enough to show his (possibly) thinning hairline. There, between his two best friends, he screams in his played-up Boston accent at the top of his lungs:

“I’M GOING TO BE A SENATOR, BITCHES!”

But you, back in D.C., are blissfully unaware of the long road ahead of you. So, you enjoy your malt liquor, and your small bit of quiet on election night – a sign of the muted calm before the political shitstorm ahead of you.

You end up not replying to said email the next morning (see: seven hours later after falling asleep in your chair for about five hours and then browsing angry GOP Twitter accounts while cackling into a cup of the blackest coffee you’ve ever tasted for the other two), confirming you’d be willing to work for Christopher Robert Evans’ campaign to run for the current president-elect’s soon-to-be open senate seat.

Or, at least confirming you’d speak to the Evans family to talk about running the campaign of the whitest man under the age of forty you’ve ever seen. Whether or not you ended up attempting to control what is likely another dumpster-fire campaign in a series of dumpster-fire campaigns. Harris is the one that comes to mind, but drawing any parallels between that woman and this man feels borderline offensive.

Plus, her senate run was successful. And she held elected office before that.

Why did you agree to do this again?

Right, you need money. So much money. All of the money. At least enough money that you can be bought from straight under the White House, which just so happens to be the amount the Evans estate offered you in exchange for your services.

Maybe that’s why you’ve found yourself in a conference room in an expensive office building, looking up at Chris Evans as his face turns red and your heart rate picks up.

“I’m Massachusetts’s best choice!” he screams, slamming his hands onto the table – a rich brown you sort of wish you could afford to have in your own home back at the capital. Your estate sale table, even with the coat of white paint you gave it after buying it, still can’t hold a candle to the beautiful grooves and smooth top.

But this isn’t time to yearn for better interior design prospects. Now is the time to put this moderate democrat man-child in his upper-middle-class place.

“Chris, you’re the best choice for an internship for the fucking EPA,” you nearly hiss. “You’re in the intern in Vice who watched Dick Cheney make deals with those fucking oil businessmen. You’re the shiny faced bastard who watched the world burn while listening to a Walkman. Do you understand me?”

His teeth are barred like he’s about to bite at your face; luckily that man comes with an electric collar and you’ve got the controller.

“Your biggest qualification is you got a five on the AP Gov exam. You have a single living family member who has held elected office in the last five years, and he was in the House of Representatives. The House! He wasn’t even in the chamber you’re gunning to be a part of. You were an econ major with a minor in, what? Poli sci? At a mid-tier university because your family doesn’t have Kushner money to bribe your acceptance letter out of a better one. Your main job after college was working as an accountant for old fraternity because they get audited so often the IRS had to release a public statement saying they were changing their processes for such matter on college campuses. You’re so moderate you’re in the aisle playing legislative mad-libs while everyone fawns over your B+ facial hair and C- chest tattoo. You’re a cute puppy at a for-profit rescue, you’re eye candy on a political television show.

“You’re the type of person who didn’t think that Gillibrand was done for before the second debate. That’s the problem with you. I mean there are lots of problems with you, but that’s the one I’m most annoyed with right now. It’s not that you can’t understand patterns or see what’s going on around you. It’s that you were never forced to. When you walk outside in the dark, I bet you don’t look behind you, you don’t clutch your keys like claws to protect yourself. You know how much pepper spray costs? Do you know what a noisemaker does? No, you’ve never had to. You’ve never had to shield yourself from danger because the rest of the world did that for you.”

It’s then that you realize you’re both standing, your finger jabbed into the Windsor knot of his tie. Still, you don’t stop.

“You are the shell of an actual politician; you represent a safe option for right-adjacent Democrats and moderate Republicans who hate the president’s coalition and women. Especially women of color. You’re the perfect option because you stand for nothing of substance, you do nothing on your own. You’re a cover for old racist white men and moderate white women who need something to attatch their lack of political knowledge to during dinner conversations. Either you shape up, or I’m leaving this campaign and watching your inevitable fall from my office in the White House. I will drink a martini in the West Wing the day you lose, I will release a glowing endorsement of the first liberal who so much as whispers about taking your ass down. Do you understand me?”

The longest few seconds of your life pass with bated breath as you two stand there, chests rising and falling in a synced rhythm with your jaws set. It’s a stand off, neither of you willing to look away from the other’s eyes.

“Do you understand me, Evans?” you bite, getting angrier at each passing Chris says nothing. It’s not the self-reflective kind of silence, it’s the generic peanut butter when you’re too broke to afford the real stuff. It’s pasta before a marathon. It’s ads the radio station plays when they’re out of loops of the latest rape-adjacent pop hit.

It’s a filler. And it’s a bad one.

“¿Te comprende?” You’re almost yelling now, screaming in his face louder than you’ve ever screamed before. “¿Me necesitas para decirlo de nuevo?”

Another heavy pause. Chris’ voice is rough as he speaks, like ten grit sandpaper. “Yeah, I get it. I fucking get it.”

And with that, he grabs his side bag and stomps out of the conference room, grumbling something about high school Spanish and Despacito. You ignore his tantrum – unlike his father, who moves to run after him. You shoot daggers into the silver-haired ca, and he sits back down.

You push the too-sweet aftertaste of canned fruit to the back of your mouth. The thick resume paper slides out of your laptop-case-slash-important papers-folder with ease, the heavy five-hundred word essay on why you hate your job detailed in 12-font Times New Roman, pristine black letters nearly shining in the low light.

“That’s my letter of resignation,” you say, looking your boss dead in the eyes. With his jaw set the way it is, you expect to hear his teeth cracking before you could leave the boardroom.

“You know we can’t accept this,” his father says with a tone that’s much too close to a laugh. A nervous laugh, but one that makes you feel like he’s treating you as if you were a joke nonetheless. “You’re our only hope for this race.”

The second sheet of paper - or, rather, the small stack with a staple in the top right corner perfectly perpendicular to the nearest corner - hits the table next. “Then, these are my demands. Let me know by midnight tonight if you can meet them or not so I know whether or not to accept a job somewhere else.”

With that, you pick up your coat and leave.

The driver, a single mom in her mid-forties who is helping put her only son through college, laughs when you enter the backseat of her vehicle. It’s not condescending, not something you feel offended by. Rather, shame paints your face.

“Did Mr. Evans-Junior snap?” She asks as she pulls away. Her tone is knowing, too knowing. How long has she worked for the Evans anyway?

You sigh, then scream into your hands. The woman in front of you doesn’t flinch, doesn’t move a muscle as she waits for your reply. “He’s an idiot.”

The woman laughs. “That’s not what I asked, and I know you know that.”

You’re tempted to scream again, only a little louder. You don’t. “He snapped. I snapped,” you sigh again as you watch out the window. It’s late, too late for traffic to be like this. Fuck Boston. “Now I want to go home and take off my bra and wash off my make up and ger super drunk and shave all my hair off and quit my job and become a sheep herder in Iceland.”

The woman doesn’t disagree, doesn’t negate. She gives you the wonderful gift of silence until she drops you off, waving you goodbye.

“You have a good night,” she calls.

“I’ll do my best,” you shout back.

You’re alone in your apartment, dressed in the most comfortable (and expensive) pair of pajamas you own with red wine and some playlist titled an artsy version of “my life is very sad and my world is falling apart so I bought a $200 bottle of alcohol and hope I cry off my name-brand make up before I have to reemerge into the eyes of polite society,” when you get the text you’ve been dreading. It’s Chris, with his perfect capitalization and punctation and lack of emoji use. You’ve seen the way he texts the rest of the team, his family, his friends. He only pulls that shit with you.

Fuck, you think as you open the message. That kid’s really gotta loosen up. Isn’t weed legal in Massachusetts? He’s a Democrat, there’s no excuse.

He’s asking if he can come over, because of course he is. You’re just lucky the message is something closer to “I feel bad and wish to speak about it with you in person” instead of the crass “u up” you expected. Still, when the three dots at the bottom of the screen appear once again, you assume it’s going to be a picture of his junk that loads.

“Please,” is all the text says.

You acquiesce, sending him something akin to a “Fine but if you step out of line again your ass is going to be explaining why you fucked up to the cold-as-fuck pavement outside.”

You hear the knock at your door thirty minutes later (you often forget how shitty Boston traffic is), opening it to reveal the saddest white boy you’ve ever seen in your short life.

His chestnut hair is disheveled enough to indicate he’d had half of a sleepless night. This is the most casual you’ve seen him – basketball shorts with another Godforsaken Harvard hoodie with Nike sneakers – bags under his eyes completing the “sad frat boy who probably just flunked a chem exam” kind of look.

“Can I come inside?” he asks.

You sigh, trying to figure out how your life came to this. A jerk of your chin allows him entry into your small apartment, every surface littered with physical copies of presentations and a map of Massachusetts covered in stickers and sticky notes and scribbles of poll numbers from past campaigns. To Chris’ untrained eye it all looks like the homestead of a serial killer, but to anyone else on his campaign it’s his ticket to the senate. Politics is a game, a game with very public winners and losers and those who fall between; anyone who doesn’t study all of those outcomes is destined to find themselves either a) in a vacation home in the hills of Vermont drunk as hell, or b) running for president.

(You’ve considered how likely both of those possibilities are, and part of you fears he’ll do both).

There’s a heavy, awkward silence that falls over the room as you both sit down, facing each other.

“So,” you ask awkwardly. “Do you want, uh, a beer…or something?”

Chris shakes his head. “No, I’m, uh, I’m alright. Thanks.”

You sigh a little, relieved. “Good, because all I have is very expensive red wine and judging by our past interactions it is not worth having it spilled all over my white carpet.”

For a moment it’s obvious he doesn’t realize that you’re kidding, but after a few seconds of a facial expression that’s a perfect blend of concerned, rejected, and confused – he lets a little smile get past his façade.

“Yeah, uh,” he laughs. “That sounds like a bitch to clean up.”

What follows is a few minutes of incredibly awkward silence as he looks around your house once more and you take the opportunity to look at him.

It’s weird to see him in this state – it’s weird to see him as something human.

Still, you want to snap at him when he breaks the quiet.

“I want to do better,” he says, voice small. He avoids meeting your eyes, wrings his hands while he looks at the floor. “I thought about what you said and I,” he sighs. “I’m sorry. I want to do better…for you.”

You sigh, placing your red wine on the side table next to you before clasping your hands together. “Look, if you’re winning this election for me-“

“I’m not,” Chris says way too defensively. You let it slide for your own sanity.

“If you’re doing this for me, you’re going to be disappointed. Mostly because what your father wants and what I want are two very different things,” Chris opens his mouth to speak again but you hold you hand up to silence him. “Listen, I have a few rules with my clients. The first one is don’t lie to me. We can talk around this all day outside the boundaries of this home, but if you can look me in the eye on my couch while I drink my wine and tell me you’re doing this for a love of the people or whatever, I’m going to need you to leave.”

Chris gives you a single silent nod.

“But, if you want to win this shitshow…” you drink the rest of the glass in a single gulp. “Then, yeah. Let’s fucking do this.”

Chris lights up.

“But, I have some rules.”

He nods silently, allowing you to continue.

You count off on your fingers. “Don’t lie to me. When I ask a question, answer it. If I don’t ask a question, answer it anyway. I want to know everything, got it?”

Chris nods.

“The only time I don’t want you to speak is when I tell you to shut the fuck up. You got that, too?”

Chris nods again.

“Good, then I have a sneaking suspicion this will work out just fine.”

#chris evans x reader #lukis writes stuff #senator evans #chris evans smut #chris evans imagine

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thecloserkin · 4 years ago

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Doom (2005) fic roundup

I have now recommended this action/sci-fi/horror film based on a bestselling video game franchise to not one not two but three friends and I am happy to report they all concur, cinema Peaked in 2005, this is the best movie ever made. I watched it for the first time on @shipcestuous‘s recommendation: She has an extremely thorough breakdown here, and the pitch of her enthusiasm and the penetration of her analysis are without peer. Honestly I can’t think of a single reason not to watch this movie. Watch it for Rosamund Pike. Watch it for Karl Urban. Watch it to marvel at how much Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson’s acting chops have improved in the past 15 years. I have now seen this cinematic masterpiece three (3) times and I have zero (0) regrets. There is a sequel out, Doom: Annihilation (2019) but it’s not worth your time. Recently I went through the John Grimm/Samantha Grimm tag on ao3 and read every single fic, most of them for the second or third time, and I had a fucking blast. Friends, if any of you would like to experience this cinematic masterpiece for yourselves please please PLEASE message me and i’ll send you the link to dl it.

Doom (2005, dir. Andrzej Bartkowiak) is about a squad of Marines dispatched to contain a zombie outbreak in a secure scientific facility on Mars. There is no earthly reason for it to be set on Mars btw so I just chalk this decision up to video game continuity (same with the first-person-shooter sequence in the third act, which is five minutes long and it was the longest five minutes of my life). What’s impressive about this film is it somehow manages not to glorify (1) the military or (2) the scientific establishment. It’s a film stuffed to the gills with dudebros (outside of Rosamund Pike they’re all dudebros) yet to my eternal delight the humor actually landed, and I think the anarchist bent of the narrative is a big part of why (anarchist as in hella skeptical of authority). I don’t think it’s giving too much away to say this is another “we tried to cure cancer, accidentally unleashed the zombie apocalypse” setup. What’s surprising is that the protagonists are failed by science, as an institution. Our protagonists are one of the Marines (Karl Urban) and his estranged twin sister (Rosamund Pike), who is an archaeologist at the quarantined facility. The chemistry between these two is instantly and unmistakably through the fucking roof. The first time they appear in the same frame the other Marines mistake her for his ex, and it just gets better from there. Every time I watch it, the final frame of this film has me flailing and screeching. I still can’t believe we got a mainstream movie that was this good to us—horror movies in general have a track record of being good to us ‘cest shippers, but this is on another level.

cold hearts, thawing by merely (3k) They’re on the run and they get FAKE MARRIED!!! My god the amount of characterization smuggled into this—Jon and Sam getting hot for each other’s respective areas of competence is my entire kink. It’s not predominantly humorous in tone but the humor slaps in the best way. This is my forever favorite because it was written by one of the friends I got into the movie, so tailor-made for meeee ❤

Before, During, After by anr (1k) If you plotted the arc of their lives it would be a circle. Something about the spareness of the prose & the amount of stuff occurring in the interstices really stayed with me. I realized later it’s because I’d read another of the author’s fics from a diff fandom—it’s in the same mode, love to see it when authors just nail that one register.

DOOMED by chase_acow (1k) ”I thought you said your microbiology was rusty!" "You know I like it when you give me the bottom line.” Lmaooo. In case you haven’t noticed this fandom consists almost entirely of post-canon getting (back) together fic.

Normal by mneiai (<1k) Shut the front door did somebody say pre-canon getting-together fic??! Of course we all know 90% of the reason John enlisted was to flee his feelings for Sam right.

Glimpses of Clarity by izzyb (1.5k) John and Sam have rough sex and it’s completely consensual, but still scary. Part of working through trauma is recognizing that removing oneself from the traumatic situation does not, in itself, dispel the trauma. John has this inability to relinquish control, or abate his vigilance—except, apparently, when he’s fucking Sam hahaha.

Written in the Scars (of our hearts) by Mercury32 (21k, unfinished) I don’t read a lot of soulmark AUs so idk if this is common but it turns out John and Sam are not soulmates??? He gets his tattoo covered up because he’s only ever wanted Sam. They’re on the run because there’s a nationwide manhunt on and they take refuge in their grandpa’s cabin in the woods and along the way they meet Jon’s actual soulmate but he chooses Sam. He will always choose Sam until the day they put him in the ground. The conversation where they explained to their ex-CIA grandfather how they were going undercover as newlyweds is unadulterated gold.

No Heroics by amathela (3k) They go back to their jobs. They try to keep John’s newfound abilities under wraps so as not to turn him into a target or a military guinea pig. The stakes are high but it’s so …. whimsical? And domestic? It’s so good ahhhhh I love it when they’re trying to hide something other than the incest. “He never was able to win an argument against her.” “She rolls her eyes. ‘Not all of us are as pretty as you.’”

He a Tiger Will Be Who Drinks of Me by Brenda (3k) This story is packing some serious mythological and folkloric resonances. I was going to label it post-canon but half of it is pre-canon. When you frame their relationship as Ares and Aphrodite, Selene and Endymion, it does seem inevitable doesn’t it? All roads lead to you.

Need You Tonight by Mercury32 (2.5k) Hot damn it’s a pwp that’s kicked off by Sam having nightmares, and is all about how Sam trusts John implicitly. I still think about the way Rosamund Pike delivers that line in the movie, I know you, like, on a weekly basis. “You've ruined me for other men and I'll probably be walking uncomfortably tomorrow, but no, you didn't hurt me.”

And I Know What You’re Thinking by amathela (1k) Sam loses a lot of blood and John donates his. Course, now that John is a genetically modified superhuman this creates a psychic bond between them. Nobody does dialogue like amathela does, it’s like you can hear the words behind the words the characters are saying.

Homecoming by amathela (1k) Not as playful as her work usually is but still lovely and understated.

Ephelides by Rahmi (1k) Sam gives John anatomy lessons and it’s sexy as haaaaale. "Just because I'm about to give you a handjob doesn't mean I'm not still your sister.” "Your intelligence reflects on me. And you're my brother. Therefore, you're intelligent."

The Edge of DOOM by chase_acow (1.7k) I don’t know what’s going on but the apocalypse is here and Sam and John are shooting things.

If You Don’t Know Me by Now by Mercury32 (4k) Sam and John rifle through his unsent letters and it isn’t 100% full-blown epistolary but we still get a firm idea of what they were up to for those ten years apart. Ok but CONSIDER: what if they sent each other birthday postcards. Imagine!! This line in particular cracked me up: “Congratulations, you finally got your wish of being an only child.”

desert ghosts by river_soul (1k) They’re not “almost home” because they’re together therefore already home asdfkdjfkdjfd. Gorgeously wrought.

You Hit Me Once (kiss with a fist) by aohatsu (3k) I could read pre-canon John/Sam fics at a rate of 100k a day probs. God these kids are so lonely and nobody else understands. John getting into schoolyard brawls to defend Sam’s honor? Habitual bedsharing???!

I Wanna Kiss You (but i want it too much) by Mercury32 (<1k) It’s not a missing moment from canon, exactly—it’s a replay of the scene where the squad meets Sam, only the camera is firmly situated inside John’s head this time. “His fingers are twitching with the need to hold her, to see if the curve of her hip still fits into the palm of his hand, if her forehead still tucks perfectly into his neck. Like a jigsaw puzzle, she'd observed once, made to fit together.”

No Relation by aj2245 (<400 words) I mean the “surprise! they’re not related” reveal came outta nowhere but it was worth it just for this line: “Life on Mars is fragile. The three coffins waiting in the Ark anti-chamber speak to that. One little mistake and she's lost everything. She's lost John, it's just on time delay.”

In the Blood and the Bone by kyrene (10k) Pwp where John and Sam try to get pregnant. It wasn’t my thing but it’s the top-bookmarked fic in the tag, so other people must’ve liked it, and I always try to assume other people are acting rationally so there must be something this fic does well that I’m missing because I don’t care about that facet that much.

**This is not an exhaustive list of John/Sam fics, just a list of the ones I had anything coherent to say about. I do not think there is a single bad fic in the tag and they’re all bite-sized and bingeable!

#fyi this is a 24/7 rosamund pike + karl urban thirst blog #just in case that was unclear #doom 2005 #john x samantha #fic roundup #fic rec

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didanawisgi · 4 years ago

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The Question Of Psalm 104

Written by Alden Bacuzmo

“This story begins in ancient Egypt with Amenhotep IV. (l350-1334 BC). He has been identified as uniquely the first "monotheist" worshipping his single god "Aten", the Sun. Aten, similar to the ancient Egyptian god "Ra", was represented by the sun-disk, was the creator of all life, and was a god of goodness and divine benevolence. Amenhotep was so sincere that he changed his name to Akenaten [also spelled Iknaten].

In each of the three divisions of the Egyptian empire Egypt, Kush, and Syria, he built a temple consecrated to Aten. He took up residence in a city he had built called Akhetaten, known today as the Tell el-Armarna in the southeastern part of Egypt. Aten represented a universal power that paralleled the Pharaoh's growing power over the known world. Akenaten actually paid individuals to proselytize his cult of Aten. However, the faith never became popular.

During Akenaten's reign, Egypt's power significantly declined. When Akenaten died, his temples were destroyed. Among the few remains of his cult were hymns found written in the tombs of the proselytes at Amarna. The longest of these hymns to Aten is noted to be similar to the Psalm 104, written for the Bible hundreds of years later. There are a few possibilities for how this might have come about. It is fairly certain that, even previous to the time of Moses, fleeing slaves in groups of various sizes, had wondered into the Sinai Peninsula. As the emigrants walked, they sang to keep up their spirits. One of the songs they sang may have been Akenaten's hymn to the Sun. Oral tradition could have perpetuated the elements of his hymn for 600 years. For those who are unconvinced about the similarity of these two documents, Jacob's descent into Egypt, described in the Bible, recalls the Hyksos dynasties, where the Iron age Canaanites conquered Egypt and ruled for several generations as Pharaohs. When the descendants of the original rulers regrouped and repelled the Hyksos, both the conquerors and the large Semitic population that had entered as migrant workers before and during the foreign dynasty were either driven out or placed in bondage. This was the beginning of the 400 years of slavery. Through those who were driven out, Hymns to the Sun were introduced into Canaan. Probably due to this, worship of the Sun is forbidden in the Bible.

Another possibility stems from the evidence of Persian names in residence at Amarna. These were literate people who may have transcribed Akenaten's poems. This would have placed the essence of this poem in Babylon, a world center for literature, by 600BC when the Jews were in exile, and the early Hebrew bible was assembled. Dr. H. Brugsch collected quite a few epithets and quotes from Egyptian scripture around fifty years ago and published them in his work, 'Religion and Mythology'. Much of Psalm 104 is vaguely similar to Egyptian Hymns, such as the following hymn to Ra from the Papyrus of Hu-nefer:

O thou who art crowned king amongst the gods...

[Here is expressed the polytheistic point of view]

Thou art the lord of heaven, Thou art the lord of the earth; Thou art the creator of those who dwell in the heights, and Those who dwell in the depths. Thou art the One God who came into being at the beginning of time.

[monotheism was beginning throughout the world with the idea of the "God of Gods", and is consistent with the concept of G-d in the Pentateuch]

Thou didst create the earth, Thou dist fashion the man, Thou didst make the watery abyss of the sky... Thou dost travel across the sky with thy heart swelling in joy; The great deep of heaven is content thereat..."

"the watery abyss of the sky" is similar to the Sumerian creation story, of 1500 years previous, where gods parted the water to create the world with a third god [see History begins at Sumer, by Noah Kramer]. This idea is repeated in Genesis with the actions of one God. The idea of water being above and below solves the enigma of where rain comes from. The Veda, Hindu scripture, considered this Sumerian story but concluded: "who cares" and left the process of creation unanswered.

Attributing the Lord with the characteristics of the sun. The Psalm 104 starts out attributing the Lord with the characteristics of the Sun. This is found nowhere else in the Scriptures.

[2. Who coverest thyself with light as with a garment; Who stretchest out the heavens like a curtain. 3. Who layeth the beams of his chambers in the waters. Who maketh the clouds his chariot; Who walketh on the wings of the wind; Who maketh winds his messengers; Flames of fire his ministers.]

A search for references in the Bible to the sun is within our grasp. You may skim over the following scripture of the types of references to the Sun:

* The sun as a symbol of permanency and endurance: Psalms 72:5 They shall fear thee as long as the sun and moon endure, throughout all generations. Psalms 72:17 His name shall endure for ever: his name shall be continued as long as the sun: and [men] shall be blessed in him: all nations shall call him blessed. Psalms 89:36 His seed shall endure for ever, and his throne as the sun before me.

* The Sun must not become an object of worship: Deuteronomy 4:19 And lest thou lift up thine eyes unto heaven, and when thou seest the sun, and the moon, and the stars, do not be enticed into bowing down to them and worshiping things the Lord your God has apportioned to [even] all the host of heaven. Ezekiel 8:16 And he brought me into the inner court of the LORD'S house, and, behold, at the door of the temple of the LORD, between the porch and the altar, [were] about five and twenty men, with their backs toward the temple of the LORD, and their faces toward the east; and they worshipped the sun toward the east. 8:17 Then he said unto me, Hast thou seen [this], O son of man? Is it a light thing to the house of Judah that they commit the abominations which they commit here?

* The sun was darkened at the time of Jesus' crucifixion, and will be darkened again at the time of his return to judge the world: Matthew 27:45 Now from the sixth hour there was darkness over all the land unto the ninth hour. Mark 13:24 (But in those days, after that tribulation, the sun shall be darkened, and the moon shall not give her light,) Mark 13:25 (And the stars of heaven shall fall, and the powers that are in heaven shall be shaken.) Mark 13:26 (And then shall they see the Son of man coming in the clouds with great power and glory.) Mark 13:27 (And then shall he send his angels, and shall gather together his elect from the four winds, from the uttermost part of the earth to the uttermost part of heaven.)

* Sunlight as splendor: "Then adorn yourself with majesty and splendor, And array yourself with glory and beauty." [Job 40:10] "Then shall the righteous shine forth as the sun in the kingdom of their Father. Who has ears to hear, let him hear." [Matthew 13:43]

* Speaking of Jesus when He was with Moses and Elijah in the mount with His disciples: "And was transfigured before them: and his face did shine as the sun, and His raiment was white as the light." [Matthew 17:2]

* Paul in talking about what he saw on the road to Damascus, and learned that He was seeing Jesus at the right hand of the 'Majesty' of God: "...at midday, O king, along the road I saw a light from heaven, brighter than the sun, shining around me and those who journeyed with me." [Acts 26:13]

* In describing the One like the Son of Man, John in Revelation says this: "He had in His right hand seven stars, out of His mouth went a sharp two-edged sword, and his countenance was like the sun shining in its strength." [this is similar to a typical Egyptian sun poem] [Revelation 1:16] "And the city had no need of the sun, neither of the moon, to shine in it: for the glory of God did lighten it, and the Lamb is the light thereof." [Revelation 21:23] "And there shall be no night there; and they need no candle, neither light of the sun; for the Lord God gives them light: and they shall reign for ever and ever." [Revelation 22:5]

Only in Psalm 104 could the chosen description of the Lord be construed as that of the sun..

The eight points of comparison: Psalm 104 and the Hymn to Aten The following text in [parenthesis] is from Psalm 104 while the remainder is quoted translation by J.H.Breasted, from Cambridge Ancient History, Vol. II, Chapters 5 & 6.. and "The Rock Tombs of Tell el Armarna", Archeological Survey, Egyptian Exploration Society (6vol, 1903) N. de G. Davis.

The tradition of Egyptian, Hindu, and Hebrew cultures starts the day at sunset. Today the day normally starts at sunrise.

Akenhaten's Hymn to the Sun When thou settest in the western horizon of the sky, [1st comparison, verse 20] The earth is in darkness like the dead. They sleep in their chambers Their heads are wrapped up. Their nostrils are stopped And none see the other. While all their things are stolen Which are under their heads And they know it not Every Lion cometh forth from his den [2nd comparison, verse 21] All Serpents they sting Darkness The world is in silence. He that made them resteth in his horizon.

[22. The Sun riseth, they get them away, and lay them down in their dens.] [23. Man goeth forth unto his work And to his labor until the evening.]

Bright is the earth when thou riseth in the horizon. [3rd comparison, verse 22] When thou shinest as Aten by day Thou drivest away the darkness. When thou sendest forth thy rays The two lands (Egypt) are in daily festivity. Awake and standing upon their feet When thou has raised them up. Their limbs bathed they take their clothing Their arms uplifted in adoration to thy dawning Then in all the world they do their work.. [4th comparison, verse 23] All cattle rest upon their pasturage The trees and the plants flourish

[12. By them the birds of the heavens have their habitation. They sing among the branches.]

The birds flutter in their marshes, [5th comparison, verse 12] Their wings uplifted in adoration to thee. All sheep dance on their feet. All winged things fly, They live when thou hast shone upon them.

[25. Yonder is the sea great and wide. Wherein are things creeping innumerable. Both small and great beasts.] [26. There go the ships.]

The barges sail upstream and downstream alike. [6th comparison, verse 26] Every highway is open because thou dawnest. The fish in the river leap before thee. Thy rays are in the midst of the great green sea. Creator of the germ in woman Maker of the seed in man Giving life to the son in the body of his mother Soothing him that he may not weep. Nurse (even) in the womb.

[29. Thou hidest thy face, they are troubled. Thou takest away their breath and they die. And return to their dust.]

Giver of breath to animals, every one that he maketh When he cometh forth from the womb [7th comparison, verse 29] On the day of their birth Thou openest his mouth in speech

[27. These wait all for thee. That thou may give them food in due season.]

Thou suppliest his necessities. [8th comparison, verse 27] When the fledgling in the egg chirps in the shell Thou givest him breath there-in to preserve him alive. When thou hast brought him together to (the point of) bursting it in the egg To chirp with all his might, He goeth about on his two feet When he hath come forth therefrom.

How manifold are thy works, They are hidden from before (us) O Sole God, whose powers no other possesseth. Thou didst create the earth according to thy heart While thou wast alone Man, all cattle, large and small All that are upon the earth That go about on their feet (All) That are on high That fly with their wings The foreign countries, Syria and Kush, The land of Egypt Thou settest every man into his place Thou suppliest their necessities Everyone has his possessions And his days are reckoned The tongues are divers in speech Their forms likewise and their skins are distinguished (For) thou makest different the strangers.

There is no doubt that the evolution of ideas throughout the history of human endeavors is a combination of past knowledge and original thinking. However, as short as sixty years ago, there is little doubt that the archaeologists who discovered the similarities in ancient texts were astounded since they had been raised to believe in the Bible as the "only word of God". The importance that The Measure of Truth assigns to this study is not to denigrate any of these early beliefs, but to examine why the Biblical scripture has lasted to be arguably the most read and influential literature in the history of mankind.” - Alden Bacuzmo

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bohotraveller-blog · 5 years ago

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Insanity Revisited- Solo Biking Expedition On The World's Harshest Desert

It was October 2016 and Suhas was just back from a solo expedition covering Australia’s East to West Coast. We had immediately taken a liking to him and of course we kept in touch because we knew that this craziness was just beginning. As suspected, our biker dude found his inspiration in the Ayers rock. Yep, that red massive sandstone rock which quintessentially represents Australia. Through one of the most punishing deserts on Earth, this expedition is as much about courage as it is about perseverance and unwavering self-belief. There is also the whole hearted support of a loving family who believe in letting him loose! So here is Suhas at his candid best and we are so glad we got to catch up with him after all this time!

1. Last time when we got together, you were just back from a bike ride covering East to West coast of Australia. Tell us what kept you busy between the last and the present expedition?

Gosh, it doesn’t feel like it’s already been over 2 years since I did the East Coast to West Coast (SYDNEY – PERTH) solo motorcycle ride. Life was back to normalcy just a few days after returning from Perth and unbeknownst to me got stuck in the more routine activities – work, family and rinse, repeat. Still, managed to travel with family and friends & take them on a few road-trips in car and a couple of trips outside Australia again with family.

But more often than not we tend to forget that we need to venture out into the open which then helps you give a different perspective to life.

2. We are sure the “normalcy” did not suit you for long. Tell us why did you choose this stretch for your latest bike adventure?

Mid-last year while I was flying out of Australia, I looked down from my window and saw this glorious red rock glowing in the late afternoon light. That kind of planted the seed in my head of exploring Ayers Rock on my Harley. Slowly, I started working towards it as this time it was going to be over 6000 kms of the unforgiving Australian Desert and each and every detail needed to be laid out and meticulously planned.

I wanted to do a round trip starting from Sydney and back again to Sydney covering the legendary Australian Outback thereby seeing the World heritage listed Uluru and the Kata Tjuta National Park. I wanted to push my boundaries this time around and thereby making sure this trip to be more challenging than my previous one. And what better way to do it than being alone on the road with my bike in the middle of nowhere!

Life, according to me is a celebration – the more you celebrate the more there is in life to celebrate. I decided to “Celebrate Life” under the stars close to Australia’s most recognisable landmarks – ULURU.

3. We agree and glad that you chose the magnificent Uluru for your next adventure. What prompted you to take the solo ride again?

Hahaha, actually this is one of the most frequently asked questions by many people and honestly I feel I do not have one answer. It was purely based on my instinct and the fact that I was not entirely satisfied with my previous solo ride (to Perth) due to various factors as I thought I still could do so much more.

I have always enjoyed the mental focus and solitude while riding a motorcycle; you have no distractions and can really enjoy the moment and be in tune with nature with the pleasure of living in the Here and Now.

Riding a motorcycle enables the perfect relationship between rhythmic movement and internal stillness, drawing out the physical force like no other. Adding to the fact that exploring NT (Northern Territory) was on my cards too kind of triggered the notion of going on a more gruelling solo ride again.

4. Alright, we are assuming that these solo rides are going well with the wife. How was this trip different from your last?

I had named this trip “The Mile Muncher” from the day I started working on this as it was clear I had to put a lot of kms under my belt on a daily basis, around 500 kms on an average.

The biggest difference was in my previous ride I only had to ride from east to west, but this trip was covering all the 4 directions with me starting west from Sydney, going north from Port Augusta (SA), travelling east from Tennent Creek (NT) and south from Rockhampton (QLD) back to Sydney and the total distance of this trip was 8,312 kms (approx 5,165 miles)spanning 17 days.

I was told before I even embarked on this expedition by few seasoned travellers that some stretches were really dangerous owing to the cross winds that is actually a normal occurrence in the Central Australian Desert and along with the ever present and the iconic Road-Trains without which the roads are pretty much empty. I also had to be geared up for the frequent sand storms, thanks to the mining that happens all through the desert. Along the track were the usual mix of Kangaroos, Emus, Camels, livestock and birds of prey mainly the famous Wedge tailed eagle which has an approximate wing span of 9 metres when in flight.

5. Did the past experience help you this time? Did it make you more relaxed or confident?

Oh yes, absolutely! Every single ride that I’ve completed till date has taught me some important life lessons with the most important one being that not everything goes according to plan and how much ever you plan, things happen which are outside our control and comfort zone. But the only way to get out of these types of sticky situations is to fall back on those lessons that were forcibly taught. Like they say “Good judgement comes from experience and experience comes from bad judgement”.

I was silently confident and relatively less nervous compared to my previous expeditions especially my previous ride partly because I got to know more about me during that 2 week period and even though that ride was not an easy one (6,927 kms in 16 days) my gut feeling kept reminding me that it was a ride that actually did not test my mettle in ways that I had expected it to.

And once I got this thought etched in my mind, the only way to prove it to myself or get over this was to get on my Harley and go on another ride but to increase the stakes and simultaneously making it more difficult. “The more difficult the goal, the greater the achievement” this statement pretty much summarises my thought process behind this expedition.

6. We call it insane goal. Any problems that you faced with your bike in the course of your trip, and we are sure that even a great bike like yours would have issues considering the terrain and weather?

There was a major issue with my bike’s battery on the very 2nd day into my ride and unfortunately that day was one of the longest days of my ride covering over 600 kms and the starting point was Nyngan with the destination being Broken Hill.

It was around 6:20 AM on that fateful day and after saddling up, it came as a shock my bike wouldn’t start! Luckily I was carrying my trickle battery charger and thought putting my bike on charge for an hour or so would kick it back to life. After plugging the bike in, relaxed for a while, had a cuppa and at around 7:30 AM tried to start the bike and I was successful. Now happy, got saddled up again (mind you, saddling up takes around ~10-15 mins each time!) sat on the bike, turned on the music and tried starting the bike and Round 2; the battery died again!! I was devastated, all sorts of thoughts started clouding my mind – what’s going to happen now? Do I need to come back home? How am I going to complete over 8000 kms on a bike with a faulty battery?

I had to think straight now as this was a make or break situation that too on just the 2nd day. I called up the local mechanic, he came at around 8:20 AM, removed the battery, tried fixing it, finally put it back in and, the battery came back to life. Mechanic leaves, re-saddled and I tried to start the bike and guess what, Round 3 – the battery goes KAPUT! It was already 9 AM, I had lost 2.5 valuable hours on a 600 km day and frustrated to the core. I called the mechanic again, this time told to get a new battery and he came at around 9:45 AM, put the new battery on charge for 30 mins and finally the bike started!

I started from that place at around 10:30 AM, no drink breaks, no bathroom breaks, no photo breaks, just 1 lunch break after 400 kms when I refuelled the bike and reached the destination in a total time of 6.5 hours at around 4:30 PM (I was riding west, hence gained extra 30 mins due to the time difference).

So there is always something to cheer about in every situation as they teach us to reach new heights in whatever we are trying to accomplish!

7. How did you prepare for this expedition?

I did not try to do too many things different this time around, just kept it simple and like I’ve said previously, laying out all the particulars and planning it to the finest detail was the foundation on which the broader aspects of my ride were built.

Once the route was finalized, I started planning around the accommodations and also making sure there were enough places to see nearby after each day’s ride. More than the physical effort that it takes on these kinds of expeditions, I would say it is more psychological as the mind tends to always look for negatives and negative outcomes in every situation and this particular phase during my preparation was more challenging; staying positive through the days of build-up and focussing only on one goal which is to come back home safe and sound and bring back a life-time worth of memories was among the things I did before embarking on my ride.

8. What travel gear did you take along?

I have always been a light traveller and since I had made prior accommodations in hotels/roadhouses, I did not need to carry a tent and all its accompanying materials. I had installed custom panniers and it took most of the load including extra fuel, water, and battery trickle charger among others.

Coming to the riding gear, I pretty much followed what I used during my Perth ride which included a Kevlar trouser, a jumper and a leather jacket with elbow, shoulder and spine armour and lastly a back support belt ensuring I stay upright during the entire course of my trip. Also I was carrying 4 different pairs of gloves as the weather was fairly un-predictable ranging from a minimum of 3°c to a max 40°c across 4 states.

9. Which was the most memorable halt you made on the way

This is a very hard question for me to answer as every day’s ride and the following halt was memorable in its own way. But if I want to hand-pick just one, I would pick the 10th day of the ride where I had to do ~700 kms in a day starting from Tennant Creek (Northern Territory) and reach Mount Isa (Queensland). This was the longest day of this ride and I had to reach Mount Isa before 2 PM due to the fact that the sun’s rays would be most intense from 2 – 5 PM and post 5 PM it was almost impossible to ride a motorcycle owing to the sheer number of Kangaroos and cattle on the road.

So effectively I had early morning till 2 PM to finish 700 kms and that too had to ride east which meant I had to leave before sun-rise as in the desert you nearly get blind-folded while riding during sun-rise and this inadvertently impacts the day’s journey. I had to take the speed of earth’s rotation into account as I had to clock as many kilometres I could before sun-rise thereby ensuring I ride slowly and carefully with sun in my eyes.

I had planned on taking only two breaks on this day – first one after 220 kms and the second one 260 kms further from the first stop. The final stretch of 215 kms proved to be the most difficult of my ride (life). This was because I started losing focus & attention on the road during the last few kms and also my lower body slowly started becoming numb.

So when I reached the destination at 1:55 PM, I was euphoric and that inexplicable feeling will remain with me forever. I would rate it as my most memorable halt till date!

10. Any insane happening? We have seen those scary movies about highways..so indulge us.

Hahahaa, no such thing happened to me fortunately in this trip but I would like to share a couple of narrow misses that I had with animals on road which was more or less scary in some way.

First was whilst I was behind a road-train (>55-meter-long truck) cruising over 130 kmph trying to gauge its length for over-taking and all of a sudden the truck driver did a fishtail and I had to make a split second decision to swerve to my right as there was a massive dead kangaroo in the middle of the road. This episode was a good lesson for me to not only scan the horizon for animals which are on the side of the road but also the ones lying dead on the road.

Every morning I used to see birds feast on animals that got hit by vehicles travelling the previous night and one such instance happened that a few birds were on a feeding frenzy on a dead camel just on the side of the road and within that group was a Wedge-tailed eagle. These are the biggest birds of prey in the Australian desert. I normally slow down when there are birds around as I do not want to startle them, but this time I did not and the sound of the bike might have surprised the birds and the wedge-tail was within inches of banging on to my helmet. I had to veer to my left completely blinded with that 9 foot wing in my face to avoid hitting that bird.

There were a few more with Dingoes, bustards and emus but I reckon these two events were the most scary ones.

11.Now that you are a veteran travel adventurer, any tips for the budding enthusiast based on your past two expeditions?

Always keep an open mind for whatever situation you might get into and never lose focus of the goal no matter the adversity. Even if you lose a couple of battles in between, make sure the war is won at the end, because when you are on the road not everything goes according to plan and one needs to be very flexible and do whatever it takes to reach the next milestone.

Set yourself a target or an assignment each day and this keeps every single day interesting and after the completion of that task the sense of accomplishment will most certainly make you more connected and fulfilled. Through this process you will be more motivated for the subsequent days’ travel. I would say this is a very important mental exercise especially while travelling solo as one will definitely feel that lack of motivation due to the missing human connection.

Lastly, solo travel gives one the space to think and deal with stuff like self-doubt or any emotional baggage that we inadvertently tend to push to the back seat while trying to get on with our normal lives. I think it is a great catch-up time with your own self which would invariably result in getting clarity in your life.

12. Sounds a lot like Meditation. We come back to our classic- what’s next?

I am planning to travel with the family this time around and maybe take them outside Australia to anyone of the nearby countries like New-Zealand or Fiji Islands and maybe do some adventure sports there.

Nonetheless, travelling to me is like a drug and sometimes you find yourself in the middle of nowhere and sometimes, in the middle of nowhere you find yourself! “.

Suhas is the case of “Once Bitten, completely smitten”. We at Bohotraveller will wait for his next solo bike adventure and we are sure he will not disappoint yourself

About Suhas

Suhas is originally from Bengaluru, India. IHe moved to Australia in May 2015 and is currently working as a Technical Architect in Sydney. Suhas is a quintessential biker dude and loves going on expeditions on his beloved Harley. His wild vagabond streak is only tempered by his meticulous planning and that has enabled him to go on adventures others can only dream of.

Hope you go inspired by Suhas’s extraordinary journey because we definitely are! Iif you are somebody who got as crazy on bike as Suhas, tell us DEFINITELY! Yours could be the next story we feature on Bohotraveller. After all it is about inspiring the best of travel!