#i’ve seen them every day for the past 2 weeks and still miss them. it’s been 2 hours.

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[piftamere]

thirteen - don't get used to it (wc : 1.7k ; cw : suggestive, implied sex, emotional abuse)

track thirteen

atsumu insisted that he had to take her out on a “real date”, just the two of them, so here they are, cramped in a tiny, soft-lit restaurant, hidden away in a quiet street not far from her campus. it’s the kind of place where you’re pressed close, making the tension between them even more palpable.

the thought worried him at first, being here together with how distant she had been these past few days, but he quickly found that the tension was gone.

he doesn’t know what happened to make it dissolve, it’s not like they talked since the party, and he can’t imagine that his humiliating loss or him coming over all bloody are what made their situation better. but when he woke up next to her this morning, she seemed back to her usual self.

the cut on his lip is starting to scab over, but the faint purple bruises on his cheek serve as reminder of last night’s events.

“what’s the worst date you’ve ever been on?” he asks, resting his arms on the table, a playful smile on his lips.

for a split second, she thinks about saying, “well, there was our first date…” but she decides to spare him (this time).

”oh, easy,” she says, leaning forward. “this guy thought he’d blow my mind by taking me to an art exhibition. the worst one i’ve ever seen. the paintings looked like a toddler had a go at them, but this guy was nodding and stroking his chin like he had found the next van gogh.”

atsumu laughs, “he honestly thought that’d impress you? you’re the most critical woman i know.”

“like you know other women.” she scoffs with a smirk, and continues, “he was trying so hard. he even quoted something he read on, i’d guess, the website, and he was making up deep meanings based on nothing.”

atsumu shakes his head, with a grin, “i have to say it’s nice to hear you roast someone other than me for once.”

she grins back. “don’t get used to it.”

here, so close to him he’s worried she can hear his heart pound in his chest, leaning over the small table to whisper jokes at his expense. with her head tilted back, her laugh chases his worries away as if they never existed.

while she’s in the bathroom, he takes care of the check, doing what a gentleman (or someone trying to act like one) would.

“so, how’s your exhibition coming along?” he asks as she comes back to the table, a note of genuine interest in his voice.

she pauses, her hand fiddling with the rim of her empty glass. “good, i think. i’m almost done with a piece, but...” she sighs, her brows furrowing slightly. “something’s missing. i can’t quite figure it out.”

the corners of his mouth tug into a half-smile and he leans in, intrigued, “can i see it? maybe i can help.”

her gaze catches his, slightly surprised by the offer. “um sure.” her voice is hesitant, but still warm, “now? the studio’s not far.”

he slides his card back into his wallet, an enthusiastic gleam in his eyes, “why not?” he stands up, offering her his hand, “lead the way.”

the walk to the studio is quiet but filled with unspoken longing, the kind that buzzes just beneath the skin, that sharpens every sensation, makes every brush of an arm feel deliberate. when their eyes meet, though it’s fleeting, it leaves a warmth that spreads like wildfire, igniting every nerve. atsumu isn’t solely driven by a newfound passion for art, though it’s true he’s starting to see the appeal. part of him wonders if she feels the same. if she too has been haunted by thoughts of him for weeks, the way his have been consumed by her. how they creep in, distracting him during practice or when he’s supposed to study. his mind drifts and he finds himself imagining how her skin would feel, how she would sound, taste.

they spend approximately 2 minutes looking at the painting before the charged air between them betrays the real reason for their presence here. his eyes linger on her more than on the art, a small smile on his lips.

she slips off her heels, murmuring about wanting to be “more comfortable”. her jacket follows, shrugged off with a casual remark “it’s so warm in here don’t you think?” but her gaze, now fixed on him, speaks a language far more suggestive.

she moves toward him, slow and deliberate. he meets her halfway, their lips connecting in a kiss that starts tender, before deepening with an urgency neither can suppress. her hands find his jacket, tugging it off his shoulders with a need that makes his head spin.

guiding him backward toward the nearest table. the paint bottles and brushes roll off in a loud crash as they collide with it. they don’t seem to notice, or if they do they don’t care. she tugs at his shirt and he gets the hint, pulling it off in one swift motion and tossing it on the ground. their breaths quicken, their movements synchronized yet desperate, and soon all of their clothes are in a pile at their feet.

in this moment, she doesn’t think about anything else, her mind only occupied by the feeling of his lips on her skin. and atsumu, he doesn’t care about her mixed signals, the way she’s hot and cold, drawing him in only to push him away. for now, every doubt, every persisting question about her honesty, about the truth of her feelings, melts away. none of it matters. only she does, only the way she feels under his hands, the way her fingers cling to him like she’s holding on for dear life.

~

they’re lying on the floor, draped in a cloth stained with paint. he threads his fingers through her hair, tenderly, as though he’s trying to engrave this moment in his memory. her head rests on his bare chest, as it rises and falls with steady breaths. she seems so angelic in the cool light of the studio. he watches her, captivated, like he’s seeing her for the first time.

the gentleness of his touch unravels something knotted inside her. she thinks about her revenge, how insignificant it seems now. she wonders if it’s worth holding on to anymore. maybe she should let it go, let herself have something nice, regardless of how or why it started. and just maybe, she’s starting to like atsumu. really like him. enough to reach for his hand where it rests against her, intertwining her fingers with his. his grip tightens, slightly, enough to let her know he feels the same.

~

she climbs up the stairs to her appartement, still high on the night she had. when she reaches the final step, she’s harshly brought back down to reality, seeing the person standing between her and her front door.

she looks drunk, and her wide-eyed gaze screams at her to run away, but it’s too late. she walks up to her, the volume of her voice high, her tone already accusing.

“you think you’re too good to answer my calls?”

“mom?” the word slips out, barely audible.

“so you do remember who i am? didn’t think you would.” she spits back.

“i-” she’s struggling to find the words, too stunned to know what to say or do.

“save it." her mother cuts her off, quick and bitter. “you abandoned me. just like your father did. cowards, both of you.”

she stands there, speechless, words stuck in her throat but that doesn’t stop her mother.

“do you even know what you are? you’re heartless. a manipulative, selfish monster.” her voice breaks under the weight of her anger. “i can’t see anyone putting up with your shit. who could? i’m your mother, and even i can barely stand to love you.”

there’s a moment of silence, like the air has been sucked out of the room, and the ghost of a smile tugs at her mother’s lips. like she missed this.

“you’re going to end up alone.” she continues, her words quieter but still as sharp, her breath reeking of alcohol “and when you do, when you’ve driven everyone away, don’t come crying to me.”

and suddenly she’s 12 again. the familiar, suffocating scent of alcohol hangs in the air, mixing with the smell of burnt food coming from the kitchen. her mother’s voice cuts through the room like a blade. her face a furious shade of red, her eyes burning with a hatred too big for her to fully grasp.

her heart thumps against her ribs. she feels so small, shrinking further as her mother looms closer, until she’s backed up into a corner.

she swallows the lump rising in her throat, tears threaten to spill from her eyes but she refuses to give her mother the satisfaction.

so she clamps her lips shut and stares at the floor, wishing herself to disappear into the cracks of the hardwood. she doesn’t move, doesn’t speak. her hands clutch the hem of her shirt tightly.

as quickly as it started, it’s over. her mother storms out of the room, slamming the door behind her. she finally exhales, her breath uneven. her head hurts but she stays stuck in her spot. tears quietly rolling down her cheeks.

as the years passed, the wounds left by her mother’s words calloused over, layer upon layer, until her sadness hardened into something sharper. anger. resentment.

she became an expert at avoiding home. lingering in malls, friend’s houses, libraries, and when she looked old enough to be allowed in, bars. anywhere she could distract herself from the suffocating walls of her house. when she finally turned 18, she packed what little she had and left. quietly, without a note. she didn’t look back, didn’t call. and as terrifying as this newfound freedom was, she could finally breathe freely.

until tonight.

she doesn’t register what happens, too lost in her own mind, lost in a sea of blurred faces, ringing and muffled voices. a hand tries to grip her jaw but something stops it. a masculine voice, shouting, screams, she thinks she hears kageyama. she doesn’t know how long she’s been zoned out, how long he’s been there. the door of her apartment is open, she takes the opportunity to escape, slipping inside and running to her room. she slides down the door after slamming it behind her. her legs have given up on her. she feels sick, her heart’s racing. her hands shake, she can’t breathe.

fun facts

in middle school yn’s art teacher noticed something was wrong, she was sleeping in class, failing her assignments, and he encouraged her to chanel her feelings into art

she started with pottery but she wasn't a fan, she liked smashing them more than making them

yn doesn't mind going on terrible dates because it makes good anecdotes

despite how critical she is, yn secretly loves kitschy, fun art.

there’s a painting of a pop-arty cat in her studio she pretends doesn’t exist but secretly loves.

atsumu saw it and she lied saying someone else must have painted it and mistakenly put it with hers.

kiyoko sent the texts while yn was on her date but she chose to ignore them

author's note

this is a roller coaster lol, the cw for this chapter’s giving me whiplash

when i was proof reading this i saw i accidentally wrote "makes both of his heads spin", a revealing slip of the keyboard lol

i think i'm going to add songs to each chapter, or at least the ones i have a song in mind for

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The Best Favour Yet | Owen Power

summary: Kent asks Owen to help you settle in when you move to Buffalo, that favour ends up being the reason for some of your favourite memories with the love of your life.

request: yes/no

warnings: some allusions to sex.

word count: 2.1k

authors note: this request made me laugh because it literally said Owen dating Kent’s sister and all the chaos that would entail. Started writing this as a regular oneshot but I hated it so I’ve just made it a 5+1.

Kent never planned on this.

When he asked Owen to keep an eye on you once you got accepted at Buffalo State University. Kent never once let the thought of you falling for one of his best friends.

1. ❝he’s like totally harmless.❞

to PowPow 🔫: thanks for checking in with y/n I appreciate it

to y/n 👾: remember Owen is like totally harmless!

You were nervous to meet the boy, sure you had spoken to Owen in person before but it was never by yourself. Usually Kent was around for those moments as he didn’t want to let any of the guys think that they could have the chance to make a move on you.

Once they reached sophomore year you were merely just a name to them though as you were going to university in Florida.

A year of that was more than enough and you had transferred to Buffalo for your sophomore year.

But as the cold Buffalo breeze chilled your face as you clutched the sides of your jacket you began to lose hope “y/n!” Owen called out as he recognised your stature from anywhere.

Owen would never admit it but he did have the tiniest of crushes on you that he felt in his freshman year the first time he met you “hi Owen.” You smiled as you spun around to face him.

You looked up at him as he gave you a hug “I’ve got a few different restaurants in mine so whatever you-” the hockey player began to ramble as he didn’t realise that his nerves were showing.

It took you giving his hand a squeeze for him to calm down “you’re the local, I trust you Owen.” You nodded as you sent him a serious look to show that you were down for anything.

And that night you laughed so hard your stomach hurt and you even managed to make eating pizza look good because Owen looked at you like you were the only girl in the world.

2. ❝you’re a sabres fan now,❞

You had to say that you were surprised that it took Owen three weeks before he invited you to a Sabres game. Every time the game was in Buffalo you’d watch from your dorm window as fans lined the road up to the KeyBank Center.

So as you stood in the waiting area with WAGs and other members of the players friends and families you couldn’t help but wish you were back there in the comfort of your dorm.

Sure the people were nice but you weren’t one of them, you were meant to be a simple college kid “you made it!” Owens cheer pulled you out of your thoughts as he wrapped his arms around you.

The older players watched on in amusement as they pieced together why the umich alumni seemed so loved up over the past month “wouldn’t miss this for the world,” you smiled as him still having his skates on meant that you had to tilt your head up further to look at him.

He swore he was on cloud nine when he realised you were wearing the jersey that he had given you just days prior “you like the outfit?” You asked as you did a little spin so he could see your outfit in its whole.

Owen sucked at his teeth as he tried to remain calm seeing Power on your back “you’re a sabres fan now you know that right?” He teased as he had seen all of the Blue Jackets memorabilia from Kent that decorated your side of your dorm.

You shrugged as you ran your fingers through your hair “I’ve been called worse if I’m honest.” You joked causing him to let out a laugh.

A lightbulb seemed to go off above his head “you gotta meet the rest of the boys!” Owen wrapped his arm around your shoulder as he pulled you into the direction of more of his teammates.

3. ❝too good for this world,❞

On Tuesdays if you had late lectures Owen would pick you up and you’d spend the evening at his. Each time you’d take turns being head chef when it came to making meals.

This particular Tuesday it was your turn and you were making spaghetti bolognaise “Power don’t you dare!” You could see the smirk on his face as he leaned against the counter behind him.

Owen laughed as you continued to watch the pasta boil “I’m not doing anything.” He raised his hands in surrender as he pushed himself off of the counter as he walked over to you.

You scoffed as you shook your head “I can see it in your eyes that there is something up there.” You pointed to his head causing him to smile.

His hands landed on either side of you “are they telling you that I think you’re beautiful?” Owen asked letting his voice act like a gentle hum over the sound boiling pasta water.

Warmth spread over your cheeks as you tried to bury your face in his chest “I’m serious!” He laughed as his hands cupped your cheeks so he could continue to look at him.

Your tongue danced over your teeth “why me?” You let the question you had been wondering for weeks finally come out.

Owens cold thumb cooled your face as it softly rubbed circles on your cheek “because you’re perfect y/n,” the hockey player hadn’t told you about how he truly felt before.

He sighed when you shook your head “I wish you’d see that you’re too good for this world sweets.” Owen confessed as he let his head drop so that his lips barely hovered over your own.

The air around you went silent “what about dinner?” You statement had to be pushed out of your lips.

It made Owen smirk “I can be done before that pasta is ready.” He proposed as he turned the heat down a setting.

That seemed to be all you needed to carry on “let’s not waste anytime then.” You shrugged before his hand was on your jaw letting him kiss your lips.

4. ❝I’ll count to three,❞

It had been two months since you started dating Owen. Besides for your close friends nobody else knew and that was because you two didn’t know how to tell Kent.

Your brother knew you had a boyfriend because you had been in the process of soft launching your relationship on Instagram, but all of those questions were met with coy answers.

So when the long awaited day came around when the Blue Jackets were playing in Buffalo you knew you had to tell your brother.

But that morning when your mind was full of clouds as you were still half asleep you didn’t think twice when you opened the door to Owens apartment in nothing more than one of his shirts.

Kent on the other hand was shocked to see his sister stood in his friend’s apartment “where is Owen?” He asked as he furrowed his eyebrows.

That was what seemed to wake you up “oh Ken-” you stammered over your words as your eyes widened “babe who is there?” Owen called out from the kitchen.

You couldn’t rack your brain for what to say “it’s Kent!” That seemed to get the right response out of Owen as he came out to the entryway.

The Blue Jackets player really didn’t know what to do “you just called my sister babe?” Kent honestly zoned out once he heard you get that title.

Owen could see the upset look on his friends face “let’s just talk about th-” he awkwardly scratched the back of his neck “I’ll count to three because I like you.” Kent cut him off as he walked into the apartment.

You let your lips swirl in as your eyes went wide “baby?” Owen looked to you for help as Kent got to one “run and lock a door.” You proposed as your brother got to two.

Part of you watched in amusement as Owen ran to the end of the hall when Kent got to three.

5. ❝wrapped around her finger,❞

Kent loved you, truly you were his little sister that he wanted to protect in bubble wrap. So it wasn’t surprising that it took him four months to be okay with the idea of going on holiday with you and Owen.

That was until your brother was reminded of the fact that you were going to be sleeping in a bed with your boyfriend.

Quickly the relaxing holiday turned into one that he didn’t get sleep in “morning baby,” you smiled as you found your boyfriend stood in the kitchen making coffee.

Owen was quick to swipe away from you “I brushed my teeth,” you pointed out as you smelt your breath wondering if that was the problem “what if he sees?” Owen whined as he still seemed to be scared of Kent’s threats “they are both still sleeping.” You grumbled as you pouted your lips not enjoying the fact that your boyfriend was ignoring you.

That was a sight that Owen truly couldn’t say no to so he placed the coffee mug down on the counter causing you to smile “always getting what I want,” you pointed out.

Owen nodded “my baby got me wrapped around her finger for days.” He never did seem to mind admitting that you just how whipped he was.

Your hands wrapped around his waist “think you should show me that then,” you proposed as just as his lips touched yours Kent had to walk in “I do not need to be made an uncle on this trip please?” He begged as he scrunched his face in disgust even once you had pulled away from Owen.

A laugh left your lips “but wouldn’t we be such cute parents daddy?” You let the words fall out of your mouth like butter.

Both Owen and Kent’s eyes went wide. Of course your boyfriend could see the mischievous look on your face and it clearly meant you were doing this to screw with your brother “you’ve got two seconds to get your hands off of-” Kent didn’t even need to finish his sentence before Owen listened and took two steps away from you.

A frown formed on your face “you’re no fun,” you mumbled as you looked at the Sabres player.

“it’s hard to be when you’re trying to get me killed!

+ 1 ❝what’d you say?❞

The last three years had been a whirlwind, whilst you hadn’t made Kent an uncle just yet you and Owen had your fair share of pregnancy scares that you both agreed were secrets you’d take to your grave.

With each day that went by you found yourself falling deeper in love with him. You had the house, the pets, and the love so there was only really two things left on that checklist.

Bless Owen for being clueless but you spent the last three months trying to hint at the wedding ring you liked but that seemed to just fall on deaf ears.

So now you took matters into your own hands as you watched him get ready for boys night “baby,” you sang as you were sat on your bed watching him pick an outfit for tonight.

Owen continued looking through his clothes as he smiled “yes?” He asked wondering what it was that you wanted to ask him “I want to marry you.” You announced as you swung your legs against the frame of your bed.

You had truly never seen him stop what he was doing that fast before “what’d you say?” Owen looked like he had seen a ghost as he walked over to you.

It made you confused “just said I wanted to marry you.” You shrugged as you watched him lean over to his bedside table drawer as he pulled out a velvet box “was gonna ask you this weekend.” He pointed out as he revealed what looked like the ring of your dreams.

A gasp left your lips “you were?” You knew he was taking you on a mini trip to Canada so that you two could go stay in the mountains for a week as it was the start of the off season.

He nodded as he sat next to you “pretty sure I can take this as a yes then?” Owen joked as he placed a kiss to your temple seeing the tears form in your eyes.

You smiled as you let out a sniffle “don’t get it twisted I asked first!”

[lizzie-is-here]

bucky barnes oneshot

the white cat

bucky barnes x fem!reader

a late night stop at the animal shelter, a truck, and a dinner date

a/n: not bucky’s cat being named after the place he died 💀 anyway sorry i’ve disappeared i got busy lmao. BUT. i have an idea for a new series based entirely off a winterguard show i was told ab this year by dupont manual so we’ll see if it goes anywhere 👀

the white cat pt. 2

Working at an animal shelter had its benefits.

For all the sad stories you often had, you also got to save pets, watch them get healthier, and most of the time, go to a loving home.

Plus, every so often, a very attractive customer would come in, and, seeing as you are the only employee constantly in the so-called “meeting room” for potential adoptees, you would help them.

Today was one of those days. Or, rather, nights.

Technically, you were closed. Everyone else had left earlier and you’d stayed to clean up. You were sweeping up fur and treats, listening to the radio as you worked.

The man outside the window showed up around 8:56.

Normally, you’d be creeped out. A woman, alone, while a man stared at her through a window? It’s the plot of, like, every Scream movie.

But you recognized this man. He’d been showing up the past few days, not to ogle you, but to ask questions about the cats you had, what he’d need to buy, what kind of care they needed.

You’ve only seen him, never actually talked to him, but he seems sweet. A bit shy, very nervous.

“Hi.” You wave and the man looks behind him before pointing at himself. Laughing, you nod. “Yes, you.”

Setting down a cup of pens, you unlock and open the door for him.

“Sorry about coming in so late. Are you guys even open?” He fiddles with his glove-covered hands, turned a bit awkwardly so his left side is further away.

You shrug, not wanting to scare him off. “We can be. What can I help you with?”

He scratches at the back of his neck before pointing towards the back. “Can I get a cat?” He pauses before barreling on. “I’ve done all the research, got all the stuff set up back at my apartment, and honestly…”

He trails off a bit. “I think it’d help with some… stuff.”

You understand. Plenty of people need company, and you could confidently say that animals provided plenty of that.

“No problem,” you smile. “Come with me.”

Leading him back, you don’t comment on the fact that he makes no noise when he walks, or how a soft, pleasant whirring like quiet machinery has reached your ears.

The meeting room has a few beanbag chairs, a table, and cat and dog toys scattered around. The mystery man sits cross-legged on the floor, looking up at you with eyes that make you think he might be the puppy.

He looks around, a little lost. “So, what do I…”

You pick up where he leaves off. “Are you looking for anything particular?”

He shakes his head, and some of that shyness seems to shake away too.

“No, I trust your judgment.” He smiles. You ignore the warmth in your cheeks and whisk away to the back, looking into the kennels until you find what you’re looking for.

A young cat, only a few months old. Just came in last week. Every time that man has come in, she’s been excited.

“Alpine, sweetie, c’mere.” You gently coax her into your waiting arms, cradling the white fluff as you head back to the room.

It’s impossible to miss how his eyes light up when he sees you, even more so when he spies the cat.

You sit across from him, so close your knees touch, and pass off Alpine.

“She’s so small,” he whispers, almost reverently. You chuckle, watching her climb unceremoniously into his lap.

“She likes you. Been trying to see you all week.” His eyes are still fixated on the little white blob that contrasts his jacket. “Her name’s Alpine, unless you wanna change it?”

He pauses, laughs a bit like there’s some inside joke there, and shakes his head. “No- no, Alpine’s perfect.”

A few minutes later, he’s filling out the paperwork and making small talk when you finally notice his name and age.

James Buchanan Barnes, age 106.

The ex-Winter Soldier. The Howling Commando. The Fallen Sergeant.

He notices you mentally smacking yourself and holds out his right hand.

“Hi, I’m Bucky. Sorry I didn’t say anything earlier,” he chuckles.

You wave a hand. “Don’t worry about it. Sorry if I made you feel weird.”

Bucky shakes his head and readjusts Alpine. Steeling his nerves, he gives you his best smile and finally does the second thing he was hoping to achieve tonight.

“No, no, you didn’t make me feel weird at all. In fact-“ He meets your curious gaze. “-I was wondering if you like to go out sometime?”

You can feel the blush you know he can see, but manage to respond anyway.

“Yeah, I’d really like that, actually.”

Apparently, he isn’t expecting you to say yes so quickly, and pauses for a bit.

“I- Uh, what’s a good time?”

You gesture around. “I get off work tomorrow at 7:30?”

“I’ll be here.”

The two of you enjoy the moment, Alpine purring softly in Bucky’s arms. It’s perfect.

Until a car horn honks from outside. Heading out, you see a truck with three other people in it.

Three other Avengers, to be exact.

“Thought you’d never be done!” Sam Wilson jokes from the driver’s seat. From the passenger’s, Natasha Romanoff waves while Steve Rogers opens the back door for the soldier next to you.

Bucky rolls his eyes.

“I’m sorry, they’re being stupid,” he grumbles. “But, I’ve only got a motorcycle, so I needed some help.”

“It’s cute that they came along,” you say. “Still on for tomorrow?”

He laughs and gestures to the truck. “If those heathens haven’t scared you away, then yes. Absolutely.”

“I’ll see you then?”

“See you then, doll.”

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Muzzle

Summary: Turns out, the butterfly effect can be real even without a butterfly to be affected. Now the only thing that can go wrong is the words that come out of your mouth.

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Parings: Bucky x Reader (Use of fake name)

Tags: @scott-loki-barnes @cjand10

Warnings: Mentions of shooting, mentions of sedation, mentions of guns. (There will be individual warnings each chapter)

Word Count: 2863 (Find all chapters here) Chapter 3

So what if you fucked up? Just because you patched him up, doesn’t mean you’ll ever see him again or have anything to do with Hydra, right? I mean you did them a favour if anything, making sure their precious Winter Soldier didn’t suffer.

“Panic near the Manhattan district when a violent shootout occurred last week. Damage happening all around the street. Cars windows smashed and delicate plates broken in antique stores and coffee shops. Only 2 civilians were found dead, shot by Hydra agents, and multiple others found with minor injuries.” The TVs volume is low as you mindlessly stare at the wall in front of you, waiting for your friend to call you back with whatever “good news” she claimed she had, you had waited hours, but still no call back. It was almost the next day, so you finally decided you should go to bed for the night.

You awoke to the sound of your alarm on your nightstand. Instead of immediately standing, you drag your hands down your face and then turn onto your stomach before screaming into your pillow. Only then do you continue with your normal morning routine, security would be there to inspect your dorm in about five more minutes, so all you had time to do was brush your teeth, and do your hair before there was a knock on your door, so with your toothbrush still in your mouth, you unlock and open the door to your dorm, not even bothering with a good morning as you step to the side immediately and three men storm in with their guns pointed forward, inspecting every inch and undusted corner or your room. As they inspect your room, you spit your toothpaste back into the bathroom sink and rinse your hands before cleaning your face, deciding to go without makeup.

“Okay ma’am, and now for the questions that we’re required to ask you by the-”

“My name is Clover Whittaker. I am the only person who lives in this dorm, no I have not seen any suspicious activity, men, women, or heard anything suspicious from anybody or gotten any suspicious texts or calls from either a hidden or known phone number.” You tell them, giving them your fake name. Only your closest friends would ever know about who you really are. “Why are you staring at me like that? Did I miss something?” You look up from the sandwich you were lazily throwing together.

“Well the thing is ma’am.” One of the men stepped forward. “We got an anonymous tip from someone. They said last week before the shooting that you had been in contact with the Winter Soldier. What do you have to say about that?” You look back and forth between the three men.

“He knocked on my door asking for help. I didn’t know who he was, I don’t really watch the news or keep up with anything happening.” You answer honestly before walking past them to grab a light jacket.

‘Well with your TV I just assumed you watched it every morning.” One of the other men nod towards your TV. The 24/7 news channel is still on your TV, you’d forgotten to turn it off last night and now some fundraiser was on there, something about a pumpkin patch near the college.

“Haha, so funny.” You laughed, your humour entirely dry as you toss a dirty shirt into your laundry bin. “Well sense I’ve been having fully armed, bullet proof government agents barging through my door every single morning, yeah, I’ve had the TV on the news a lot lately.”

“So I take it you don’t know who I am?” The last of the three finally speak up. He’s black, or kind of light skinned but you were sure it was just the way the ceiling light was hitting him. He also had a big ass bag that looked like it weighed a ton or two and some stupid looking goggles were perched up on his forehead.

“Nope.” You answer plainly before grabbing your bag and throwing it over your shoulder. “Now if you excuse me, I need to get to class because unfortunately the grade that I get in maths could also potentially construct my entire future. Please leave my dorm.” You say quickly, waving your hand towards the door in a way that wasn’t meant to seem as rude as it did.

“Ma’am. We’re going to have to ask you to come with us.” Another man walked over and only now did you bother to read his nametag, it read “Coulson.”

“Stupid name…” You mumble, emitting a questioning ‘hmm’ from his closed lips. “Why should I come with you? Actually I don’t care. Don’t answer that. I’m not going.”

“Well see you don’t have a choice because if you refuse to come with us then we’re going to detain you and if you fight we will have to temporarily sedate you.”

“Sedate hmm?”

“Yes, sedate.”

“I feel like I should be calling my lawyer.”

“You don’t have one cause apparently you’re hiding from the law.”

“What makes you think I’m hiding from the law?”

“Anonymous tip.”

“Seriously?”

“This is your last chance, ma’am.”

“Please stop calling me ma'am. It makes me feel old and by the look on all three of your faces combined I’d say your ages would add up to at least three hundred, and there's only three of you so that’s not a compliment.”

“Well, we would refer to you by your real name but you still have refused to give it to us. So unless the name Clover is a nickname, don’t expect us to call you that.” The third one speaks up, last name “Barton,” on their nametag, also stupid.

“Right.” You sniffle awkwardly and part of you feels like running down the hall through the still opened door would be your best option but you weren’t bullet proof and their guns looked pretty real.

“Well?” The black one, who wasn’t wearing a nametag, spoke up.

“So what is your name? I mean you asked if I knew who you were and usually if the answer is ‘nope’ then normally you would tell them.”

“Sam Wilson.” He answers, his voice suddenly getting louder with either pride or annoyance, possibly both.

“You look darker on TV.”

“Okay.” Coulson says loudly, clapping his hands together. “You now have a limited option on what you say next. It will either be ‘I’ll come with you,’ ‘I’m not going anywhere with you guys,’ or you can run away and say whatever you decide so we can sedate you and get this over with.” He says.

“Can I ask a question?”

“Is it sarcastic?”

“Why is there an Avenger in my dorm?”

“Well I thought that was obvious. We’re part of the Strategic Homeland Intervention Enforcement and Logistics Division, S.H.I.E.L.D for short.”

“Could’ve just said S.H.I.E.L.D the first time. Actually you could’ve said it before I made fun of all three of you, I would’ve already made up my mind.”

“You haven’t made fun of us though?” Barton spoke.

“Not outloud.” You mumble.

“Well then I’m assuming that means you’re coming with us now that you know we have two avengers and an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D in your dorm?”

“No actually I was gonna run.” You pause, watching as their brows quirk into confusion. “I said that outloud.”

“Yea, you did.” A new voice came from the open doorway and yet another man was standing in your dorm. This one you recognised and wanted to kill yourself over.

“Hey, Nick. How’s your eye?”

At first you were okay with waiting to be interviewed, then the clock passed thirty minutes and you’d had enough of waiting. “Hey.” You start to yell out, hoping for someone to come into the small room to see what you wanted, but no one came in. Instead there was a scratching sound before someone spoke to you through the speaker in the corner of two of the walls.

“Yes? Is everything alright?”

“No everythings no alright. Why am I just sitting in this uncomfortably hard metal chair when I was told I was being interviewed by a Hydra professional?”

“Well see no one wants to bother arguing with you. Everyone we’ve asked either suddenly needs to get lunch at nine in the morning or their fish needs bathing. So you’ll have to wait a while longer.”

“If I have to wait one more minute I’m not giving information to anyone.” Just then a door finally opens.

“Good morning.” The man says. “I’m agent Ross. It’s nice to meet you.” He holds his hand out to you after he crosses the table to shake your hand and you politely shake his hand. “And your name is?”

“Nice try.”

“Well I’d feel a lot better if I knew I wasn’t talking to a criminal. Or if I knew I was.”

“You’re not.” You pause and watch as he takes the seat across from you. “For the most part.”

“What’s that supposed to mean.”

“Back to the subject of why I’m here.”

“I haven’t even gotten there.”

“Exactly.”

“You don’t seem very threatened or uncomfortable considering you’re in a building full of Avengers and secret agents that aren’t governed by the US.”

“No, I’m pretty uncomfortable… At least physically.” You shift on your chair, your ass going numb. “Mentally I learnt from the best.” You look towards the blacked out window, you knew Nick Fury would be standing behind there with his arms crossed, eyes slightly squinted, and head slightly tilted.

“So it seems you know Fury pretty well?” Ross begins to go through his folders.

“Hey if we were just gonna talk about me, we could’ve just sat on my really comfortable cheap couch in my dorm and I could’ve ordered McDonalds.”

“You know, I think you’d get along really well with Mr. Stark.”

“I’ll pass.” You say quickly upon hearing his name.

“Oh? Did we finally find a sensitive subject?” He asks rhetorically.

“Another question about me and I’m not saying anything else. I’m running out of patience.”

“Right.” He says, pulling a pen out of his tit pocket and flipping his notebook to an empty page. “So, what exactly were you doing interacting with the Winter Soldier?”

“He came to my dorm really early in the morning and he was all bloody and gross so I patched him up, and let him shower, then he was on his way.”

“And why was he wounded?” He scribbles in his notebook.

“I don’t know.”

“You didn’t ask?”

“None of my business.”

“A man with a muzzle on his face comes knocking at your door at three in the morning while you’re studying for your exams and he’s covered in blood and smells absolutely disgusting, also would be good to mention that he was carrying illegal weapons, multiple daggers, and there was a huge gun on his back, but you don’t question it or report it?”

“Would you question the embodiment of a felony?”

“No.” He admits. “But I would definitely report it the next day.”

“And who is gonna think reported it the next day when he finds out it was reported?” You cross one leg over the other. “Is he gonna think that the cult or whatever illegal makeup Hydra considers themselves reported him to the police, or is he gonna think it was the young little college girl that more than likely would never be able to overpower him and would probably obey simple laws and morals because she goes to medical school and stays up until three in the morning studying wounds.” Ross doesn’t respond, he only asks the next question.

“Have you seen him since that night?”

“Haven’t seen the man since the shooting.”

“Now here comes the big question.” He clicks his pen and closes his notebook. “Why didn’t he shoot you?”

“Would you shoot the person who stitched you up at three in the morning?”

“Well that depends. Am I also a brainwashed murder who can’t think for himself because everything I do is commanded by whomever currently has control over my brain and my current command was to kill every living being who falls into my eye sight? Or am I just me?” He asks, folding his hands and lending over the table.

“What do you mean?”

“Well if you actually payed the slightest attention to the news, you would know that the Winter Soldier has absolutely no control over his actions.” He slides a folder over to you, you open it and the Winter Soldier's face was on the first page with his name printed above it. “His name is James Buchanan Barnes. His friends, or the people who would call him a friend, call him Bucky, but were going to call him Barnes for the sake of time.” He leans back in his chair, locking his fingers together and placing his hands on his stomach. “Now. When he’s not being brainwashed into the Winter Soldier which was a personality created from a vial which makes him pretty damn hard to kill, he’s just a normal dude. He doesn’t remember who he’s killed, what he said, where he's been. When he visited your dorm that night, he was Barnes, just a normal dude aside from the life threatening injuries. But during the shooting he was the Winter Soldier.” He told you dumbly, watching your hands as you slid the folder back over to him. “So it’s not possible that he remembered you. Even if he did remember you, he had some pretty strict instructions to kill anyone he sees. Which should’ve included you, and your friend.”

“What’re you getting at?”

“We don’t currently know who’s controlling him, but you’re the only civilian who we know has been around the Winter Soldier in the past week.”

“Oh you pathetic mother-” You groan. “Really? You guys think I’m the one who’s controlling him?”

“It’s the only reasonable explanation.” He says, giving you a look that said it wasn’t his idea to bring you in, he knew it wasn’t you. “I mean, you took care of his wounds, managed to unlock a muzzle on his face that required a very complicated key or an extremely skilled thief or lockpicker, then while in public he not only did not shoot you but also listened when you didn’t want him to shoot your friend.” He sits up.

“Pretty big coincidence huh?” Was all you had to say. “I don’t know what to say to that other than I have no fucking idea what’s going on. But you should really consider looking into the anonymous tips you were given. I’m curious about whos behind them.”

“That’s ridiculous.”

“Is it?” You question, sitting back, slouching as you twiddle your thumbs. “Only one person knows my real name of my entire friend group, and he would never tell anyone.”

“Thank you.” Ross stands up, collecting his folders.

“I’m sorry what? Thank me for what?”

“Well you have a very small friend group. About seven people to be exact, two of which your genuinely close to, and both are male, one of which is an avenger so we know it’s not him, so that leaves us with-”

“Edward Leeds.” Phil Coulson walks up to the chubby kid who turned around to the sound of his name. “Phil Coulson, I work with S.H.I.E.L.D, and I’m here to question you about one of your friends.”

“Oh uh, okay which friend?” He crosses his arms. “Also you can just call me Ned. Wait you said S.H.I.E.L.D? Like THE S.H.I.E.L.D? Like the Strategic Homeland Intervention-”

“Yes. S.H.I.E.L.D. Now about your friend.”

“Yea what’s their name?”

“That’s the thing, we don’t remember her name. But here's a picture of her.” He pulls out his phone, and a live video of you shows on the screen, still sitting uncomfortably on the most useless chair on the planet.

“Oh that’s Clover.”

“Her real name preferably.”

“Clover.”

“You’re a very loyal friend Mr. Leeds.”

“Like I said, Ned is okay.”

“Yes but Mr. Leeds is less friendly and it makes you uncomfortable, so I’m going to use that. Now I’m going to ask for your friends real name one more time or I’m going to have to bring you into the interrogation room, same as hers and we have legal authority to torture you since the information could be vital to save thousands or even millions of lives.”

“No.”

“Her name is Jasper.” You smirk as Ned, who was sitting upright next you, his eyes not leaving the numerous torture devices, finally says, and it still isn’t the truth.

“What a friend Ned.” You say, your arms crossed as you try your hardest to look betrayed, even though it was yet another fake name, just one that was actually in the government's database.

“Full name preferably.”

“Jasper Rosefield.” He says.

“Well Ms. Jasper.” Agent Ross says. “Now we definitely know you’re hiding something.”

[nothums-from-tj]

Hi I’ve had this PPG Foster Care AU running in my head and I’m finally putting it out

(just notes/refs/background until I actually have the time/energy to go further)

I’d like to note first and foremost that I’m doing everything I can to research while making these details and I know I can always use more—I’ll come back and edit with any inaccuracies or plot holes another day! I’ve been inspired to just put the idea out even if it’s not a perfectly well-done fic or comic or whatever

Trigger/content warnings (no graphic details, all mentioned): domestic violence, incarceration, unstable parent, severe depression, suicidal ideation, mental hospital (ever so slight mention), family separation, parental death, child neglect, food instability

I couldn’t decide if I wanted to write this in past or present tense and I’m at work as I’m finishing this so. I’m sorry

Ok so the whole point of this is to say the girls are not biological sisters—they’re all foster sisters with varying different bio families (with no powers) and backgrounds (they’re all in the same grade/age group), and so different reasons they’re in the system. Professor looks into fostering for similar reasons to making them in canon: to give some kids a home where they might not have anywhere else, to provide some kind of safe space where it’s needed and he wants to do what he can to make the world a little better in that sense. Besides, he’s got 3 spare rooms he’s not using anyhow. For convenience’s sake, I’m gonna say he starts fostering in 2005, where his first foster kid also happens to be one of his only 3 “long term” kids

Blossom:

- age 5 when she meets Professor and is brought into his home

- comes from a home with domestic abuse, taught that there are extreme consequences if something is not done “perfectly”

- she herself has never been hit, she’s just seen it happen to her mom few too many times

- that said she develops a habit of doing everything “perfectly” especially under the mindset of “I haven’t been hit bc I’ve done everything right” and carries a small part of that with her throughout her life

- I want to say it’s OCD but is it really an intrusive thought when you’ve known it to happen

- maybe develops DID too which is to be explored at a later date

- even still, every time Professor would raise a hand a little too close or too quickly it’d send her into a fit of tears and he learned to be much slower and more cautious around her in the time being

- unfortunately for Blossom, she got some of the worst of his inexperience and got to witness and go through all of his mistakes given she was literally his first foster and he does everything he can to make up for it after he’s learned/been experienced enough

- she entered the system when her father was finally incarcerated, which also meant her mother wasn’t financially able to support the two of them as a housewife

- she’s also incredibly depressed and keeps having bouts of suicidality and they just can’t keep a child around that too much, not with the risk of her waking up to having no guardian

- as much as she loves and misses her mom, she’s incredibly grateful that someone was willing to take her in and take care of her before visits

- she bonds with Professor almost instantly when she gets curious about his science experiments and he shows her some child-safe ones and they end up doing that together, at least once a week

- after he learned about her interests in reading and when she really started getting interested in science with him he does what he can to introduce new reading suggestions for her age level and things of the sort

- after Blossom there was a few months period of kids only needing a place for a few nights to about 2 weeks before getting sent back home or with another family member, so she tried not to get attached to any other foster siblings until the second long-term kid

- she still wanted a playmate for the few times that she would pick up dolls or whatever, just didn’t really ask for the fear of being “needy” (issues with trauma) or rely on since it’s out of her control

- by the time she’s 12 her mother has been kind of in and out of a mental hospital, so visitation days are wary and sometimes it’s literally just sitting in the room(???? gotta look into how mental hospital visitations work) with her for a few hours

- the second long-term kid is introduced to her about 9 months after being taken in, around 3 months after her 6th birthday

Bubbles:

- had only just recently turned 6 when Professor takes her in

- cried more than any of the other kids Professor had worked with by that time and didn’t really know how to take it

- her parents died suddenly, horrifically, and only had her 16-year-old brother left to take care of her

- since he’s also a minor, he went into the system too, and they got separated along the way (he was placed first)

- she misses him every day, and Professor would often try to get in contact with her brother’s foster home/family to get him to reunite with her

- unfortunately, her brother isn’t as well off as Bubbles is, and there’d be either strict rules from the home or his foster family would refuse to meet

- the last time he tried calling, they had his number blocked, and Bubbles cried for 3 days straight

- she still absolutely adores Blossom, and was always more than happy to color/draw or play with her

- they’re an amazing support system for one another, especially during school

- Bubbles is later adopted providing there’s not much of anywhere else for her to go

- about a year after is when her brother is on his own and is finally able to make contact with Professor again, and he’s not financially able to support Bubbles and himself so he just stops by whenever he can or will babysit or bring the kids to/from school whenever possible

- he’s a good boy

- the period of kids still kinda coming in and out lessens significantly with one room now being filled

- she misses it, a little bit, since it meant she got to make a new friend

- she misses the way her life used to be, her parents and her brother, although she’s still incredibly happy to have Blossom and Professor and to still see her brother every so often

- a year or two after she’s adopted comes a third placed with them, and it takes them a little while to readapt and even longer with someone they don’t have a near-immediate connection with

Buttercup:

- introduced to the Utonium fam about a month after her 10th birthday

- expected to be like a mini adult by the age of like 6

- she’s sheltered and clothed so it took forever for the right people to find out she’s been neglected

- eventually her parents would kinda forget to bathe her or sometimes provide meals so that’s how she got removed from them (I guess like a less drastic/severe “Opal” situation???) (linked: short film by Jack Stauber)

- her mother’s voice is sweet like honey, somehow even more so when asking her to stop screaming for a need to be met (“The whole neighborhood’s going to think I’m a bad mother.”) (0:16) (linked: clip from “Moral Orel”)

- her father’s voice is stern and reflective, he could be a great speaker or narrator so long as no one listens to a word he says (“It’s your problem. I trust you know how to deal with it.” “I’m only 9!” “That’s no excuse.”) (0:43) (linked: same “Moral Orel” clip)

- poor volume control also gets her in a bit of trouble with Professor just of course not nearly as bad/much, even less so when he realizes she can’t control it

- some behavioral issues as well which kinda come with being neglected

- absolutely hates visitations, always comes back in a horrid mood and usually slams the door and won’t leave/allow anyone in for a day and a half if she can allow it

- it gets even worse after she starts getting used to/comfortable with the treatment she gets with Professor vs at home

- it takes a while for the other two to warm up to her, mostly with Bubbles pushing hardest to find ways they can all hang out together

- plus when her brother met her when picking them up from from school one day they got along almost instantly so she wanted to see that charm of her more often

- near constant arguments with Blossom bc negative attention is still attention

- especially when Blossom has to do everything “the right way” and Buttercup likes getting that blow-up reaction (again: negative attention is still attention) when she doesn’t follow her rules/patterns

- anyway after a few months she was looking for a volleyball opponent and so taught her how to play and ended up really liking it so their relationship started improving

- she’d also have some dance parties with Bubbles so their relationship improved too

- otherwise she’d draw/color with them once in a while and played some pretend games on the rare occasion so things started getting easier

- especially when Professor got them (1 to share) an Xbox or PlayStation or something for Buttercup’s first Christmas with them and they all started playing video games together

- her parents have also taught her that she’s just dumb since she struggles to read and quite literally gave up once she started kindergarten and her teachers have had very little say other than that they hope whatever is happening improves (gotta love the educational neglect /s)

- her grades/participation goes up while with rest and Professor actually gets her tested with dyslexia so she can get the help she needs

- it takes a while to learn that she can ask nicely for a need to be met, positive attention can be acquired, she’s not stupid, she can ask for help, and she’s allowed to feel her feelings

I’ve yet to decide if their names are as they are in canon or I might go with the names in the ep “Oops, I Did It Again!” (Bubbles as Bertha, Buttercup as Betty, I don’t remember Blossom’s) or if Blossom and Buttercup get adopted as well. I’ll have to look more into reunification and qualifications for that, and even then develop more of a storyline with each of their families to really get a good idea. Hope it’s ok so far though!! I’ll come back another day to edit/update with any other research or ideas to fill in any gaps

[richincolor]

Black Mermaids, Miles Morales, and Black Horror - Oh My!

For Black folks, the summer movie season started off great. First The Little Mermaid opened and folks all over were "wanting to be a part of her world." A week later Spiderman: Across the Spider-verse was released and again, folks lost their minds. (It's been 2 weeks since I've seen it and I'm STILL thinking about it). For the adults, The Blackening comes out just in time for Juneteenth and is a mix of comedy & horror. I saw the original short film it was based on (which was hilarious) so I'm excited to go see it this weekend. Thinking about these movies led me to think about books with similar themes/characters, etc. that I also enjoyed. So...if you liked any of those movies, here are similar books with Black leads for you to read.

If you liked The Little Mermaid, check out this new duology...

Skin of the Sea by Natasha Bowen

A way to survive. A way to serve. A way to save. Simi prayed to the gods, once. Now she serves them as Mami Wata--a mermaid--collecting the souls of those who die at sea and blessing their journeys back home. But when a living boy is thrown overboard, Simi goes against an ancient decree and does the unthinkable--she saves his life. And punishment awaits those who dare to defy the gods. To protect the other Mami Wata, Simi must journey to the Supreme Creator to make amends. But all is not as it seems. There's the boy she rescued, who knows more than he should. And something is shadowing Simi, something that would rather see her fail . . . Danger lurks at every turn, and as Simi draws closer, she must brave vengeful gods, treacherous lands, and legendary creatures

If you want more of Miles Morales's Spiderman adventures....

Miles Morales: Spider-Man by Jason Reynolds

Miles Morales is just your average teenager. Dinner every Sunday with his parents, chilling out playing old-school video games with his best friend, Ganke, crushing on brainy, beautiful poet Alicia. He’s even got a scholarship spot at the prestigious Brooklyn Visions Academy. Oh yeah, and he’s Spider Man. But lately, Miles’s spidey-sense has been on the fritz. When a misunderstanding leads to his suspension from school, Miles begins to question his abilities. After all, his dad and uncle were Brooklyn jack-boys with criminal records. Maybe kids like Miles aren’t meant to be superheroes. Maybe Miles should take his dad’s advice and focus on saving himself. As Miles tries to get his school life back on track, he can’t shake the vivid nightmares that continue to haunt him. Nor can he avoid the relentless buzz of his spidey-sense every day in history class, amidst his teacher’s lectures on the historical "benefits" of slavery and the modern-day prison system. But after his scholarship is threatened, Miles uncovers a chilling plot, one that puts his friends, his neighborhood, and himself at risk. It’s time for Miles to suit up.

If you are ready for some summer horror, check out...

Burn Down, Rise Up by Vincent Tirado

Mysterious disappearances. An urban legend rumored to be responsible. And one group of teens determined to save their city at any cost. For over a year, the Bronx has been plagued by sudden disappearances that no one can explain. Sixteen-year-old Raquel does her best to ignore it. After all, the police only look for the white kids. But when her crush Charlize's cousin goes missing, Raquel starts to pay attention—especially when her own mom comes down with a mysterious illness that seems linked to the disappearances. Raquel and Charlize team up to investigate, but they soon discover that everything is tied to a terrifying urban legend called the Echo Game. The game is rumored to trap people in a sinister world underneath the city, and the rules are based on a particularly dark chapter in New York's past. And if the friends want to save their home and everyone they love, they will have to play the game and destroy the evil at its heart—or die trying.

[diamondangelkitten]

Polyam Week Day 2:

Domestic Life/Mundane Tasks

“Hades, can you cut the vegetables please?” 

He raises an eyebrow as he enters the kitchen after changing from his convocation robes, but makes a sound of agreement. “What are you making for dinner, love?” 

“I’m trying out a new recipe from one of the villages I stayed at during my last trip. Hyth sent me a message saying he’d be late, so it gave me the extra time to prepare the broth.” 

He chuckles, “So that’s why you snuck out of the meeting with Mitron and Loghrif early?”

She turns to face him and gives a huff of indignation, “Why, I would never do that!”

He laughs fully now and pulls her into his arms, “At ease, darling. I was just teasing. I know that that’s your gossip time with them.” He continues to laugh as she swats his chest while moving back, but he catches the wink she sends his way. He turns back to the vegetables on the board, cutting them as finely as he can. 

“Thank you for making dinner today.” 

“You’re helping too! More hands make light work.” She places a kiss on his cheek as she takes the cut vegetables to the broth. “We’ll let this simmer a bit. Tell me about your day.”

The two converse about the meetings they were in, the new shows they wanted to mention to Hythlodaeus, and what errands they wanted to run around town later that week. While discussing an upcoming meeting with all their parents’, Hyth walks in through the door. He spots his two lovers and the tension rolls off his shoulders. He drops his bag, walks over to Emmeline and hugs her, picking her up and swirling her around, before placing her down and giving his husband a deep kiss. 

“I’ve missed you both,” he says, his forehead against his husband, Emmy still wrapped in his arms. “It was a long day.” 

Hades gives him a chaste kiss on the lips while Emmeline kisses his cheek. 

“We’ve missed you too, my dear. I’ve made dinner! It’s a new recipe that I thought you both may like! Sit down, I’ll bring it to the table.” 

Hades shakes his head, “No, you two both sit down. I can dish and serve the meal.” 

Emmeline nods and walks hand in hand with Hyth to the table. As he sits down, he jumps back up again, “Oh! I almost forgot. I strolled past the market on the way home.” He goes to his bag and pulls out some pastries from Emmeline’s favorite stall and some beautiful flowers. “Even if I couldn’t help with dinner prep like usual, I thought I’d contribute something.” He reaches down deeper into the bag, “I even found these,” handing Hades his favorite hard sweets. 

His lovers embrace him, and when he sits down to eat, he cannot be more thankful for these people to whom his soul was bound. He still saw the threads between them, thicker and fuller than they even had been at birth. They were lucky that there had been friendship between them, and that that friendship has blossomed into something more. He had seen many couples burn out, but he knew that the trust and understanding they had was something they worked towards each and every single day. 

As the meal finished, he brought out the pastries and made tea. Plans were made to visit family, opera tickets were chosen, and Emmeline was convincing them both to go shopping with her on the next run for groceries. 

“We three are terrible when it comes to grocery shopping. You know we are a menace!” 

It’s not that Hades doesn’t want to shop with his wife and husband. In fact, he rather likes seeing what meals the three of them come up with together. He doesn’t love that everyone decides to come up and talk to them because of Hythlodaeus. Emmeline is well-known in her own right, and he hates that even a single person looks down at her because of her outspoken role as Azem. Of course, there is also the fact that somehow grocery shopping reverts them all back to being children and trying to do anything to get a laugh out of each other. 

He looks up and sees Emmeline’s pleading eyes. He knows that she knows what he’s thinking, and if it means this much to her… “Very well, let’s go in two day’s time. I have a meeting with Altima in the afternoon and I’m sure he won’t mind if I cut it short.”

Emmeline giggles with glee and throws herself into her husband’s lap to give him a hug.

Hyth is chuckling, “Surely the great Emet-Selch isn’t thinking of ditching work?” He raises an eyebrow and sits straight, imitating Hades’ usual posture. 

Hades looks him dead in the eye, “For either of you? I’d do anything.” 

As he deals with his husband throwing himself on top of him and his wife, Hades snaps his finger and the couch expands. Life with these two was never dull, but it was worth it. 

[nancypullen]

Thursday

It’s been a lovely couple of days and that’s mostly due to being able to play in the dirt.  It’s hard for me to remember that we’re not on Tennessee time anymore and I can’t rush the planting and blooming schedule.  If I’m being honest, I tried to rush it in Tennessee too and I was always the lady running out in a nightgown to cover tender plants to protect them from a late spring frost.  Having said all that, I’m ready.  Seeds have been sown, shrubs planted, soil prepared for bedding plants, and I’ve got an itchy trowel hand.  I need some red vinca and everything else will fall into place.  Send a wish into the universe that my Zinnia seeds all pop up.  They’ve never failed me in the past but I’m having to learn about new dirt.  In Tennessee I had to learn all sorts of tricks for growing things in clay. Now I have sandier soil.  Clay holds moisture, sand does not. The flowers beds I don’t worry about, I’ve added plenty of good soil and nutrients to those. Crossing my fingers that everything bursts into bloom and makes us the prettiest house on the street.  I love this time of year, all of the planning and hoping and little victories - that’s good for my soul.

Aside from playing in the dirt, I’ve been painting again. I picked up a very ugly cupboard at auction for two dollars.

It’s heavy and solid, so the bones are good.  I don’t know why they’d put a pressed wood top on such a sturdy cabinet, but it’s fine for my purposes.  I may have to cut a little strip of trim for the front, but that’s easy enough. A little wood glue and you’re in business. Anyway, I cleaned her off and removed that ugly hardware.

Bet I could make some witchy Halloween jewelry out of those.

I’ll be using this for extra storage in my craft room and probably sitting my Cricut on top of it.  Since it’s going in that room, I decided to use the leftover paint from my desk rather than buy new.  I had plenty, why spend more?

I got the first coat on and let it dry.

I went back and touched up spots that I missed and then let it dry. Today I put on the second coat, let it dry, and attached new hardware.

Much better.

Two bucks for the cabinet, some paint that I already had, and just under ten dollars for the handles. Twelve dollars total for some pretty craft storage is a WIN!  It still seems a bit plain to me and you know I like lots of foo-foo and fuss.  I may have to add some roses.  I’m definitely adding roses. Speaking of roses, it’s almost KENTUCKY DERBY TIME!  I look forward to the run for the roses every spring.  I’ve spent the last few weeks tracking horses, checking points, reading lineage charts, and still making my pick based on names and silks.  Although there are gray horses (my favorite!) in this year’s race, I’ve actually picked a bay.  I’m going with Practical Move.  The name reminds me of Practical Magic (a favorite movie),and the trainer and the owners have great backstories.  I’ll probably regret it. Practical Move is the youngest horse in the field, his jockey is 0 for 1 in the derby, his trainer is 0 for 2, but this horse has never finished out of the top three. Dare I hope?  Right now I think his odds are 14-1 which isn’t bad at all.  Could be worse.  They’ll draw for post position on May 1st and that can hurt the chances of even the best horse.  I think the smart money is on Forte, there’s a lot of fuss over him and he’s been winning, winning, and winning.  I just don’t get a good vibe. How many times have we seen the favorite fail to cross the finish line first?  Plenty.  I may eat these words on May 6th, but I gotta’ go with my gut.  If I don’t, then I have to do math (points, odds,etc) and I’ll do just about anything to avoid math. Besides, who can resist a horse whose parents are named Practical Joke and Ack Naughty?  Not me.

Alright, bringing this nonsense to a close.  The mister is upstairs on a Zoom photography club meeting, so I’m going to go soak in a bubble bath and read for a while. Fresh air and turning the dirt makes me tired.  Maybe it’s the pasta dish I made for dinner.  We rarely eat pasta and now I remember why.  It’s heavy in the tummy.  Definitely having salads for dinner tomorrow. That’s all from me. Go have a lovely evening. Have a treat, watch your favorite show, lose yourself in a wonderful book, or just sit outside and count stars. Feed your soul something good. Sending out lots of love tonight, enough for everyone. Getcha’ some. Stay safe, stay well, XOXO, Nancy

[chorusfm]

Liner Notes (December 14th, 2024)

A quick one this week, but I had a few things to share. If you’d like this newsletter delivered to your inbox each week (it’s free and available to everyone), you can sign up here. A Few Things * It’s the slow part of the music year, but I still wanted to write a quick note to share a few things for the week. * I added a new feature to the website this week: Bluesky embeds. You can read the details at the link, but it was nice to be able to sit down and tackle a coding project this week. (Hopefully a few more to come!) These seem to be working great so far and it’s made me want to go back and re-visit how we handle a few of the other auto-embeds. * I’ve written about the app Soro before, it’s an awesome app that lets you do all sorts of cool automation/Shortcut stuff with Sonos. When we moved I used that as an excuse to buy some more Sonos gear, and one of the automations I recently setup was a “reset” each night where at 1 AM the volume on all the Sonos devices gets reset to a comfortable “default” level. In Case You Missed It * Review: Lauren Mayberry – Vicious Creature * Fred Mascherino Joins Taking Back Sunday Live * The Used Announce 25th Anniversary Tour * Mark O’Connell Reportedly Leaves Taking Back Sunday * Liner Notes (December 8th, 2024) * Chuck Ragan Announces Tour * 2025 Let’s Go Music Festival Lineup Announced * Some Users Disappointed with Spotify Wrapped * Darren Doane Talks Directing Blink-182 Music Videos * Albums in Stores – Dec 13th, 2024 Music Thoughts * Paul Meany released an acoustic EP that’s co-branded with himself and Mutemath. It’s, unsurprisingly, fantastic. I hope we get the long awaited solo album at some point soon. * Dua Lipa’s live album is pretty damn awesome. As is The Cure’s. Beside’s that, I spent most of my week listening to holiday music. Next couple weeks I’ll start the process of looking at everything I listened to over the last year and trying to figure out what my end of the year list will look like. Unlike years past, I don’t think I have a runaway favorite for my album of the year. There’s a handful of like three or four that I really liked, so we’ll see how that all shakes out. The Stats: Over the past week, I listened to 86 different artists, 109 different albums, and 420 different tracks (540 scrobbles). Here is my Top 9 from last week, and you can follow me on Apple Music and/or Last.fm. Entertainment Thoughts * The Venom movies are ridiculously stupid but Hannah and I have had fun with every single one of them. The third was no exception. Dumb, very dumb, but I also had a stupid smile on my face drinking beer and eating popcorn and watching it. * The Best Christmas Pageant Ever was touching and heartfelt. Unsure if it’s something I’d return to in future holiday seasons, but a nice little safe family holiday film. * Juror #2 is the kind of movie they just don’t make much of any more. A tight simple idea, executed well, with good performances. Not the best courtroom drama I’ve seen, but totally passable and a genre I’ll always enjoy. Random and Personal Stuff * As I said, not a lot to write about this week. I have a few more days off and I plan to use them to work on a few other website projects I’ve wanted to tackle for a while. Ten Songs Here are ten songs that I listened to and loved this week. Some may be new, some may be old, but they all found their way into my life during the past seven days. * The Damnwells – Xmas Eve * Julien Baker & Torres – Sugar in the Tank * Fickle Friends – Dream * The Cure – A Fragile Thing (Live) * Lost Stars – Don’t Look Down * Mutemath – Prodigal * Dua Lipa – These Walls (Live) * Saosin – Mookies Last Christmas * Rose – Number One Girl * Daphne Loves Derby – Have Yourself a Merry Christmas This playlist is available on Spotify and Apple Music. Community Watch The trending and popular threads in our community this week include: * NFL Gameday Week 15 *… https://chorus.fm/features/articles/liner-notes-december-14th-2024/

[hay1ock]

Now the initial shock of seeing only one of the new wave of main couples in a show from these upcoming projects, I decided to go back and rewatch the GMMTV trailers. And to be honest, now I’m not sat here going ‘Who are you? And who the frick are you? Wait, you, I know, hurrah.’ I did come out thinking there were a number of shows I’ll likely give a chance, or at least check out the first episode.

Ploy’s Yearbook - looks cute and yay girls, but not for me I feel. Next!

We Are - mixed feelings for this one, but I’ll give it a chance. I’ve not really gotten into anything that’s a simple fluffy uni romance in what seems like forever, which is what this is giving, so it’s going to have to charm the pants off me, have something about it & excellent characters/chemistry to keep me invested beyond 3 episodes. Happy to see PondPhuwin again, as well as MarcPawin. Not been super interested in the other two couples as of yet, but that’s mainly down to the few things I’ve seen them in, or shows I’ve skipped so maybe missed out on chances to get attached to them. 4 couples though, that’s a lot of cast to juggle but not impossible, and I guess it depends which are maybe main vs side couples and how complex their stories/relationships are. Fingers crossed their stories can be woven together well.

The Trainee - I’ll give it 1 episode to win me over. OffGun is an odd one for me. Theory of Love really didn’t endear them to me as a couple. I wasn’t keen on Off’s character and to me the story just felt so drawn out. I was so put off that I couldn’t bring myself to watch the absolute masterpiece that is Not Me until much later, after realising First was in it. Not Me was a serious drama and OffGun were amazing. I’m waiting to see how they fair in something more recent that is on the lighter side so am planning to check out Cooking Crush when it finally gets here. If CC wins me over then I might go into The Trainee more excited. Though I’ve been enjoying the more serious shows recently, I still enjoy lighter stuff so if it’s fun and can hook me with something, then I’ll maybe tune in past the first episode.

Only Boo - I’m glad I watched these trailers again as my first impression of this one was very much a nope. But I dunno, on a second watch it did seem far more charming than I’d given it credit for. I’m definitely going to watch the first episode, because I feel like maybe it’ll pull a My School President on me where I wasn’t going to bother watching but then I did and it was one of the cutest and most fun things I’d ever watched and fell in love with the characters. So, though I still feel that it might not be my thing, if it brings the fun and charm in the first episode, then I’ll keep tuning in.

Pluto - definitely will be checking this one out. I’ve been waiting on 23.5 for forever (give it to me already) so I’m glad that a second GL is in the works. The plot looks pretty interesting so unless they somehow manage to mess everything up and make it terrible, I plan to be watching every week.

On Sale/Peaceful Property - haven’t looked up what the actual title is lol. Is this just bromancy? Again haven’t gone looking for an answer but it looks fun and ridiculous and TayNew are here (this gives me OTT New like he was in Warp Effect and I’m living for it) and Janhae who is my queen 😍. So yeah, I think this one could be really fun and spooky so shall be checking this one out for sure.

Ossan’s Love - yay, a new EarthMix show. Really excited as enjoyed the original office-based season. (I mean the airport setting was cool and all but I missed my Maki in season 2🙁) Anyway, this could be pretty fun and EarthMix are my first loves. Guess we’ll have to wait and see how long it takes to get the project going, but it’s definitely one I’ll be watching when it comes out.

My Golden Blood - *narrows eyes* okay being a huge Buffy/Angel and Vampire Diaries fan back in the day I’m cautiously interested as do enjoy vampire stuff. Now having seen the trailer, this could be great or it could be kinda cringe. I guess it depends how the show is presented as I do love some campy horror fun but I imagine this is more on the serious side so we’ll have to see how they balance things and how much flying and vampire hissing they do at each other come the proper thing. Joss and Gawin was not a pairing I was expecting but I could see it working. Also, with the special blood mention, kinda got me thinking about Kissable Lips. Anyway, shall be giving it an episode to win me over.

Kidnap - again, not gone looking but is this a BL or is it bromance/gonna look after you cos you’re like my little bro type thing? Either way, it looks kinda cool and shall be giving it a shot as love the bromance buddy action movie aesthetic. So the more competent protector and his hapless partner lol.

Summer Night - I know I’m not alone in thinking we had a DunkPhuwin series for a whole 5 seconds lol. Not my kind of show so… next!

Wandee Goodday - this one I’m definitely interested in checking out. Seems a solid, on the mature side drama so hopefully it’ll turn out great. Nothing much to add, just looking forward to this one.

High School Frenemy - never been a fan of this kind of enemy schools/classes in anime and manga so not planning on watching this at all. Enjoy if it’s your kind of thing.

My Love Mix-up - I love the Japanese adaption, but like for Cherry Magic I have no knowledge of the manga or how close the live action versions were to the source material. As tv shows/stories I really like them, so will be interesting to see what differences there might be with these new versions. I think Gemini and Fourth were a great pick for this. Definitely watching this one.

Enigma 2 - didn’t watch Enigma 1 so until/if I ever get to that, this one will have to wait.

And there we have it. A few that interest me so definitely want to give a watch, and most of the others I’m willing to give a chance. Looking forward to hopefully seeing more of the ‘merchandise’ couples in the 2nd part.

[jentlemahae]

I hate that antis believe that bp don’t deserve to be tired, sick or injured bcs they don’t think they work enough. first of all this isn’t the overworked olympics and if it was mahae would get EVERY medal. but that doesn’t mean bp aren’t busy and that they don’t deserve to rest

ig the annoying thing about bp is that they truly go back into the dungeon between cbs as they’re working on stuff in private so no one knows what they’re up to. and when they do show up in public it’s at an event which is why antis say “influencers not idols” and “they never do music”. I get that to an extent but they’re in the middle of tour, which started in oct and will end in sept. this tour has more shows that most kpop tours I’ve seen and yg are STILL adding dates. AND in the past few months they had coachella, jisoo made her solo debut, lisa did shoong, jennie has the idol ost and rosie’s been recording music too as well as all the other stuff they’ve been doing. do you really think they have the time to have a group cb rn?

people acting like jennie isn’t allowed to be sick bcs she partied in cannes a few weeks ago bffr. do people not realise she was there to do press bcs that’s part of her job as an actress? like she’s allowed to go to the after party grow up omg. security didn’t think she was gonna be onstage at all today bcs she was throwing up all day but she still gave it a shot with the bandage from the iv still on her arm

bp have been on multiple continents per week for several months now and show no signs of stopping anytime soon. they’ve been sick and visibly in pain many times throughout this whole tour but still pushed on but now it’s got to the point where 2 members have had to miss shows bcs of illness in the space of 1 week. I hope once tour is over they get some well deserved rest

YES !! but also i don’t get antis who make fun of or look down on idols who choose to not attend events and say “uuuh my fave goes on stage no matter what” cause don’t they realize that’s bad….? like im very happy the pinks have the good sense to miss events if they feel unwell (and im also glad yg lets them), instead of forcing themselves to go on stage even though they’re not up for it. that tells me they have a healthier mindset for this kind of things

and yeah, i honestly hope we don’t hear from them for a while after tour bcs they must be so exhausted

[faela444]

okay this is gonna be kinda serious and a pretty damn big rant so just excuse this-

tw: mentions of seizures, fainting, paralysis and self harm, blood

for context, i have a condition called FND (functional neurological disorder) that causes me to have non- epileptic seizures, faint and temporary paralysis. it sucks but, it surfaced when i was 13 as just shoulder tics and it just kept progressively getting worse and worse, it however has only been as bad as it is for about a year.

i don’t want to live with this condition anymore, it genuinely is ruining my life, it used to be okay. i mean sure i didn’t like having it, but a seizure or paralysis would only happen like once or twice a month so i figured i could just learn to live with it but, now i know i can’t. don’t worry, i’m not planning on doing anything harmful to myself it’s just becoming too much for me, i need to get this all out yk.

for the past year it’s been getting worse and worse, seizures happening 3-4 times a week, sometimes 2 in one day, fainting happening even more, and the paralysis happening in any of my limbs as a result of either the seizures or fainting and it’s been hell. i’ve been missing far too much school, either cause i was sent home after a seizure or i couldn’t even move my legs to get there, and it’s starting to feel like i’m just going to rot away in my room. i have to use crutches just to get to the other side of my room and every muscle in my body is constantly hurting.

the worst part is, i cant even do anything about it. there’s no medication to treat it specifically, practically no doctors in my area have even ever heard of it, and it’s scaring my parents. i know they won’t admit it but, i can see it. they try to stay positive about it but, i can hear them talking about it in the other room, i’ve seen my mum cry about it before, and i just hate that i’m causing them to worry so much.

i used to think i could distract my brain, to stop the signals from misfiring as bad as they do. i know i did it in the wrong and very harmful way. i would scratch away at my skin for hours, until it was bleeding, i even ended up doing this on my thigh in the middle of one of my gcse exams and covered it with my skirt. i would blame my condition for my self harm, saying i was spacing out and didn’t realise what i was doing until it was too late. but, i knew exactly what i was doing. i thought it was my fault that i was born with this, that i had to punish myself in order to get rid of it. i’m lucky i realised that it wasn’t helping at all, and that this wasn’t my fault and i couldn’t do anything about it. i haven’t done this in over a year but, i still have the scars from it and occasionally i do think that i need to do it again, that it did help. but, i know that’s just a lie i’m telling myself.

i wish i didn’t have this, i wish i could go out with my friends or to school without having to bring a walking stick with me just in case, i wish i could walk around without worrying that something’s gonna happen. i don’t enjoy the sympathetic looks i get from strangers, or not being able to even hold my own bag or walk to the bathroom on my own. i’m a very independent person, i like doing things for myself but, this is just stripping me of that and i don’t like it at all.

the only reason i’ve decided to talk about this now on here, is because it is getting worse. yesterday i had no movement waist down for 6 hours after a seizure and today one of my legs stopped moving without having a seizure or fainting. it’s getting worse and i am so scared.

i wanna be a paramedic when i’m older but, this condition is starting to make me believe that i won’t be able to do that anymore. and i’m scared.

i’m really sorry for ranting like this but, i really needed to get my frustrations out.

[tremendouskoalachild]

at 15:13, about the feeling of wrapping up TFA:

I'm always fascinated by the environment on set, that kind of circus atmosphere that only happens for a couple months, six weeks, six months, whatever it is. And you form this crazy family that you're super intimate and will never replicate necessarily again. And I'm always fascinated by those early experiences for actors, when maybe they think they're going to be lifelong best friends with everybody they've worked with on that set, and then it starts to Dawn on them, oh shit, I might keep some of these folks in my life but I'm going on to off to the next circus. Do you remember that kind of early in the career, kind of understanding, this is precious, this is happening now, but I leave this behind and then I go back to real life? I do remember finishing the first Star Wars film, when you've been with people every day for six, seven months, and you've really seen the people at work more than you've seen your own family. I remember being so blue after the first one was done, cause there's so much space all of a sudden, and particularly in a job where you don't have a set schedule all the time, when you do have one it's so comforting. So seeing the same face at the same time, speaking to the same people at the same moment of the day, there's something so wonderful about a schedule, really, amongst all of the busyness. And I remember the first time it was over not only did I miss everyone, but I sort of missed the structure of it, and how you'd time your day, basically.

17:50, Star Wars wrap speech mention

Was your wrap speech on [The Magpie] better than your one at the end of Star Wars? Your blubbering mess on Star Wars? I don't know if that footage was ever shown, you know? You described it to me. I don't think I’ve ever seen it. I've never seen it and (makes face).

20:20 about having a seat at the table on the sequels

So you've obviously been producing a lot lately. All three films I think this past year you were a producer on, as I understand it. How much of that is born out of starting to want to try new things, and how much of it is born out of experiences in the past, where it would have been nice to have a seat at the table, and have more of a voice in the production? I really feel like I’ve always had a voice. And certainly, starting filming at 21 on a big old film where – now I know it's not necessarily the case, the experience I had, but feeling collaborated with and feeling heard and understood and seen – it's something that was so intrinsically part of everything that I never questioned that. So actually, I was always given a seat at the table, before I knew what that seat was. So that's something that I’ve always really loved, I’ve really loved to collaborate and have conversations about things and feelings.

25:07 about Jodie Comer, and keeping up with the sequels cast

Have you met your Star Wars mom yet? Have you broken bread with Jodie Comer? Well, Tom [Bateman] just did a film with her! He's in Ken[neth Branagh]'s new film, so it's quite funny. Tom did a film with Billy Howle, so he's worked with my Star Wars dad, and then he did a film with Jodie, so my Star Wars mom! We met once on set, super briefly, and I remember she smelled really nice. I don't know what perfume she was wearing but I was like, oh my god. And I was really in awe, really, I think I was a bumbling fool. But Tom just had an amazing experience with her. Oh very cool. I think you just missed your buddy John Boyega, he was in town. I know! Yeah, he's gone. I think he's gone. Time to see Adam Driver’s play while you're here? Is he doing a play right now? What's he doing here? I think it's a new play, actually. I haven't seen it yet. I was like, should I invite Adam to our opening night...? I don't have time to see him unfortunately, would love to. And very excited about the news, the confirmation of Beef season 2. Yes, that cast is insane. So good, so good. Oscar [Isaac], Carey [Mulligan]… I still have never had the extensive Adam Driver conversation. You're going to have to help me out with that at some point. Has he ever sent you an emoji, is he a texter? I want to just get the vibe of Adam Driver, because he's an enigma to me. We haven't spoken in a little time, but I never received an emoji. He has been to my parents‘ house for dinner, he was a delightful dinner guest, but not an emojier. Maybe he is now!

29:17 on online reactions

Just to clarify, because we've talked many times over the years about the online stuff, and you were on Instagram, you went away, you're back, and now you've kind of figured it out… you don't get hate in person. Cause nobody would ever say something to somebody in person, generally. It's just this horrible anonymity of social media that people say the things they do on. People are honest. I think people say things to actors that generally if you said it to them about their job, they'd go oof, that’s personal. “Your last time on the IT support team, eh, it was kind of middling.” Exactly. “I mean generally good job, but moments!” And to be fair, that doesn't happen often but when it does it's like, oof! But generally, I do not read anything on the internet, I just don't. I'm sure there's stuff that I would never want to read so it's just something I don't partake in at all. But yeah, I really like to believe in the best of humanity, and I really like to believe that we're all good underneath and everyone wants the best for each other underneath. And also I honestly try not to give too much air time – I mean, obviously it's hard to not worry about how people are receiving one's work but I try not to give it too much air time – because ultimately I would say that most people are good, and we should try and give that the air time. So what I'm telling you is, I bury my head in the sand. No, this is the right attitude. Let's focus on that.

32:40 on TFA audition

What's the strangest thing, most extreme length you've gone to, to prepare for a role? Can you think of some unusual, in retrospect, that was kind of a strange thing or an extreme thing I did? I got my friend to French clip my hair for the Star Wars audition. Which wasn't extreme, I just remember thinking, that might be good. And then actually I was sent away. I like to be early, to me on time is late, I really like to be early to everything. And I was so early that I was sent away, they literally said, go away and come back at your time. This is crazy, you can't wait here for an hour.

35:32 on deleted TFA line

Is there a line of yours that you will never forget, from a film? “It was just so hard to internalize gobbledygook from Star Wars, that was just so, like, really, what are we saying?” On your deathbed, what are you going to remember? I'm going to shout out my friend Richard, whose birthday was yesterday, actually. So here’s another Star Wars one. I remember the line because he takes the piss out of me for it. He came to set one day, and I had never had a set visit before, so it was all very exciting. And there was a line I said, that I don't actually think made it into the film. It was "It's the map! It's the whole map!" And he rinses the shit out of me, he'll literally at times go, it's the map, it's the whole map! That I remember for, honestly, the earnestness with which I was performing it, and his perception of that. It works in every occasion. It's the map. The whole map. Exactly. It’s the whole map.

so has everybody seen the Daisy interview?

Rey-relevant bit:

Just to ask, cause I have to: no Star Wars updates? We're still just waiting for news but you're ready, you’re waiting, when the script comes, the script comes, essentially? We're waiting for imminent news, I would say. Okay, this is good! There's a date you have in your mind, of when you're gonna see something maybe? I might have already seen something. There might be a date of when we're- yep, the next stages. Okay, we like that, progress, we like that. Slow, but steady, as long as you guys get it right. Take your time, I'm patient. Exactly, we're all good.

[cmyknoise]

Hey guys, I know I complain about Revolt as a merch company a LOT. 

But there is a very very long twitter thread, as Wilbur’s merch starts shipping out, of designs coming in completely wrong. Like, the teal hoodie seems to be the biggest problem, as it’s coming in with the brown hoodie design. This means it doesn’t have the windows logo or the printed on back, and several are missing the drawstrings. 

Other issues such as the navy crewneck coming in bright blue, and shipping issues, etc. 

Here’s the Twitter Thread

There’s a lot of issues, and be careful as you receive your merch from Revolt (look the clothes over while they’re still in the plastic wrapping, I believe the site says if the wrapping is removed you can’t return it). 

If something is wrong take pictures and send emails to support@wilbur.store

This issue is seriously fucked up and I’ve gone on and on before about how Revolt is a shit merch company, but now they’re not even getting the designs of the clothing right and the hoodies especially were very expensive. Please be cautious. 

If you’re curious, Tubbo, Ranboo, Karl, Jack Manifold, Wilbur, Tommy, and a few others have done merch through this company, but it is not their fault. The company is vague to customers and the cc!s they do this deal with. Wilbur read what Revolt had told him and it was vague and the exact same copy/paste message that they send fans when they question shipping times. 

Please please please stop buying from Revolt, and please keep an eye out on your merch as it comes in, the teal hoodie from Wilbur especially. 

IF YOU GET THE WRONG HOODIE DO NOT TAKE IT OUT OF THE CLEAR PLASTIC. IF THE FRONT DESIGN ISNT THE RIGHT ONE, IT’S NOT RIGHT. IF YOU TAKE IT OUT OF THE CLEAR PLASTIC YOU CAN’T RETURN IT.

EDIT: Some additional things are below!!

 The teal hoodie should look like this ⬇️⬇️

It is being shipped with no draw streams, very acid washed, and with the design that was exclusive to the brown hoodie ⬇️⬇️

The brown hoodie is embroidered but features no back design, just Wilbur’s name. 

There are other issues with one of the long sleeve shirts arriving a bright blue rather than a muted navy blue. 

The merch in general is so far 2-3 weeks late in shipping, and responses from support are vague and bare. 

Also! I just want to compile my personal experiences with Revolt and some other comments

I first ordered Tubbo merch when it was initially released in June 2021. It was initially delayed from shipping in Sepetember to October. 

October rolled around, no further update. I sent a support email and it took about 2 weeks for a response. I was told they’d be shipping within a week. The week passed, it’s now early November and I contact them again. I’m told it’ll ship out late November. No update, no merch. Early December I sent out another email and they responded a week later that it’ll get there by the end of December. Once again, I waited, and I received Tubbo’s merch early January.

I first ordered Ranboo’s merch when it was initially released, it was supposed to ship out early November. Again the date rolls around and nothing. It took 3 weeks for me to get an email back, in which case I was told it would ship out in a week or two. Repeat of what happened with Tubbo, and I didn’t get my merch until January. 

Every email was the same cut/paste response of ‘we’ve been delayed, items haven’t come in, we expect to get them in a few days, we’ll ship next week.’ but this happens each and every time. 

Luckily, all my orders came in correct and of decent quality, but I’ve seen quality control issues from other people’s orders. 

I didn’t buy Ranboo’s holiday merch, but I’ve seen the snowglobe issues. There were also issues of the hat not fitting. Some of Tubbo’s second release pin boxes would show up missing pins. 

Whatever is going on is extremely disappointing and I urge you to look at the thread as more and more is added to it. I think somehow this should be brought to cc’s attention, but I have no idea how (Reddit maybe, since Wilbur checks that a lot). 

I want to be clear that it seems that the cc’s are unaware of this issue. Revolt very obviously sends them quality pre-designs of the merch, things they can wear a few months ahead to hype up the merch. It seems they may also be of better quality. 

Based on what Wilbur has said in the last two streams he’s done (April 14th & 15th), it seems he’s aware of the late shipping times and seemed mildly upset by them. He contacted the team but was told the exact same things they tell customers, which is unfortunate. It seems Revolt is as equally unclear to who they partner with as they are with fans buying merch. 

I strongly advise you not purchase merch sold by Revolt in the future. This is pretty much anything under preorder with the fancy websites, Currently Phil and Wilbur do have merch shops unattached to Revolt, I’ve bought merch from them, they’re safe. 

Just be weary buying from Revolt. 

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Hi Y’all! I’m Addy!

I hope y’all are doing well! ❤️❤️ Here’s my masterlist below the cut! It’s may be a bit messy but I still haven’t worked out exactly how I wanna format it yet, but aside from the incorrect quotes everything I’ve written should be there! If there isn’t sometime just let me know and I can try to link it or find it! But yeah, that’s all I’ve got for now! Have a great day and I hope y’all enjoy! ❤️❤️❤️

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🦕MASTERLIST-

DIALOGUE IMAGINES- These are set up in the same format as the incorrect quotes but are still an imagine (if that makes sense). *** = heavily based by on quote from elsewhere

HEADCANNONS- These are where you can find the headcannons I have. They are short and usually only two or so sentences, but sometimes I might connect them to another piece I’ve written. Unless a description is given they will probably only be a few sentences long.

What child is this? 

The Name of Jesus

A Tour to Remember- A longer headcannon about what John’s tradition is with his newborn children. (WC-795)

Boom

His Aunt’s Stories- A longer headcannon about a nurse Arthur during the war and where her stories were heard before. (WC-1.8k) (Updated Correctly)

IMAGINES- 

My Girl (Thomas Shelby X Daughter!Reader Series) (Ongoing) - Thomas Shelby had a daughter before the war and she was his life in every sense of the word. And then the war came to France and Tommy did too, promising his Y/N he’d be back soon. But a few years past and the war left France and Tommy should have too.                          

                                 ….But this time he never did.

Pictures on the Wall (Finn Shelby Mini Series- not a reader/OC insert) (incomplete) - A short series about the relationship between Finn Shelby, his mother, and the pictures on the walls of Watery Lane. It’s starts out fluffy and then not…. Until maybe the end but it still probable won’t be too fluffy…. I’m still deciding.  (TW: mentions of the Shelby Mother’s su***de in all parts currently written)

Whiskey Kisses (John Shelby)- John and You have been dating a few months now, and one day he finally asks what he's wanted to for a bit. See, the whole while you've dated he can't remember a single time seeing you drink, even when at the Garrison. And when he asks, he learns about your own personal concerns and concocts a way to help you overcome your fears... Maybe he'll also get the kiss he's been waiting for.... (WC-5.2k)

Wanna Buy You A Drink (Bob Floyd)- It's been five months since Bob's seen his wife, and aside from Natasha he had yet to mention her to his team. He calls it privacy, she jokes it's internalised  possessiveness. But tonight, with Penny's help at the Hard Deck, more than one person is in for a surprise. After all, who doesn't love a good innuendo? (WC-3.8k)

 Romantic Escape (Tommy Shelby)- After being confined to Arrow House for a week because of a small concussion, Y/N is determined to get out. But considering how overprotective Tommy's been recently she'll have to be smart if she'd to make it. To trick Thomas Shelby is a feat many enemies have tried but few have succeeded. But then again, not many of his enemies have the advantage of knowing him the way his wife does... (WC-3.0k)

Romantic Capture (Part 2) (Tommy Shelby)-  Y/N's successfully managed to con her way to her husband's car keys. Now she's free to have the fun she's been missing for the past week. But with an unexpected call from Polly, will her plans actually go to plan? Part two of Romantic Escape! (WC-2.9k)

Behind On That Cute Date (Michael Gray) - Wanting to give her busy friend some time to herself, Y/N had offered to watch her friend’s son Karl for a few hours to go to movie and ice cream. But upon returning to the house, Y/N offers to keep the boy longer if Ada wants to spend some more time with her “cute date”. It is a date right? (WC-5.4k)

Chocolate Pie (Part 2) (Michael Gray)- After running out of Ada’s house, Y/N realises she forgot her bag at Ada's house after her escape. But will Ada even be there to hand it over or will someone else open the door? In which Polly’s plan come to play. (WC-2.1k)

The Proposal (Luca Changretta)- Despite the assumption of many others Thomas Shelby didn't like unnecessary bloodshed and neither did Luca Changretta. So before a full out gang war could begin, they came up with a plan to make peace between the families.....And obviously the best plan they could come up with was an arranged marriage. And even more obviously not everyone one was pleased....namely the bride. (WC-1.5k)

The Engagement (Part 2) (Luca Changretta)- You had made it very clear already. You had absolutely no intentions of marrying Luca Changretta for a business deal.... So your brothers really should have been suspicious when you eagerly requested for them to set up a meeting for you and your fiancé one neutral ground.... And they should have been scared when you choose Alfie's shipyard as that neutral ground... (WC-5.0k)

Shadow By The Bed (Finn Shelby & Tommy Platonic) - It's the middle of the night after a family party and everything seems calm. Until Lizzie's woken up by a shadowy figure standing over her and Tommy's bed.....  (WC-4.2k)

Man of My Dreams (Alfie Solomons)- Y/N is one of the newest secretaries at the Shelby Company and she's always eager to make her bosses proud. But one night, when Tommy give her the order to watch one of his business partners.... maybe she took the order "by any way you can" a bit to literally.... (WC-3.2k)

Ring Around the Roses (Alfie Solomons)- Attempting to get away from the Shelby party chaos, Alfie and his wife sneak off into Tommy's garden for a little fun. It isn't until the next morning they discover the consequences of their actions and Alfie has to remind his wife what their marriage is really about. (WC-6.6k

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Updated June 6th, 2023

**This list doesn’t catagorize what I consider as the incorrect quotes because there were too many of them when I decided to make this😂😂 But you should be able find most of the through in incorrect peaks blinders tag** 

*I Don’t own any of the Peaky Blinders characters here.Those belong to the writers of Peaky Blinders*