#i'm not ready for khalil to go!

[jordancallowayswife]

Mafia Love🖤( Painkiller x Y/n)

Requested: ❌

Characters: painkiller, y/n, odell, khalil

Triggers: gun usage, mentions kidnapping, killing, cuss words, violence( if any of you are uncomfortable reading parts like that I'll put a ⚠️symbol ahead and another one at the ending)

Backstory: for those who may not know who painkiller is, he's a alter ego version of khalil. He was made by the ASA in the show black lightning. He can switch between himself and khalil. It'll make more sense as the story goes on.(this is based off of the black lightning series but I don't own any of the characters except y/n)

*represents khalil talking to painkiller

Excuse any mistakes and enjoy the story!

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Painkiller's Pov:

I was currently sparring with one of my partners when agent odell came over to me. "Painkiller a word with you please" he said. I hit my partner with one of my poisoned darts and walked to odell. "What seems to be the problem?" I asked. "Well for one you keep killing every sparring partner you get. You keep this up and I'll have no choice but to-" I cut him off. "To what Odell? Me and you both know you won't fire me. I'm too valuable to you so face it. You need me." I said silencing him. "My apologies, you are needed for a mission. Go to the museum tonight at 8:00 and take the diamonds. Eliminate any witnesses." Odell says sighing. I drove to my house in my black car. I know you're probably wondering why I'm so mean to odell but trust me I have a very good reason. A few years ago I was a normal person. I ran track, had good grades,and didn't have any kids. I did everything I was supposed to do until I died. I had been shot and paralyzed and Tobias stepped in like a wolf in sheep's clothing. I was killed by Tobias. He used me and then threw me away like I was nothing. I had my spine ripped out when I decided to stop working for him and I bled out. That's when odell came in. He used higher technology and things that I didn't even know existed to bring me back and weaponize me. (basically painkiller was khalil before odell made him into a human weapon and khalil is kind of trapped inside of him). I finally made it home and decided to rest for a little.

*timeskip*

The time was now 7:30 and I was getting ready and suddenly I heard khalil speak to me.

*you know you don't have to do this*

"What other choice do I have?"

He was silent. "Exactly, I don't have a choice" I said calmly

I left out the door and prepared to carry out the mission.

Y/n pov:

It was 7:30 and I was getting ready to go watch an art show at the museum. I put on a white crop top, baggy cargo pants, and some sneakers and left out the door. I drove to the art show and I got out to go see. I looked at the door and some man in a black suit walked in. "He must be here for the show too" I thought. After about 5 minutes I heard some gunshots go off and people screaming and I broke down crying.

Painkiller pov:

I looked at y/n as she stood in the corner horrified.

*spare her, you can see she's confused and doesn't know what's going on pk* khalil said.

I thought about it and decided to spare her. "Come with me, I can't explain everything now but we have to go now" she got up and ran to the car with me. "So you wanna tell me what that was back there? Who even are you?" Y/n asked sniffling. I pulled over and wiped her tears as I explained everything to her from me being turned into a weapon, why I was at the museum, etc. She didn't seem like a threat to me. I felt calm for the first time just by being around her. I took a liking to y/n but i knew it was way too soon to ask her anything about us being in a relationship. I pulled up to Odell's headquarters to give him the diamonds. "I got your diamonds now where's my cut?" I asked him. "Here" he said as he handed me 100k in a duffel bag. I grew enraged because he didn't give me what he promised me. "Wait a minute you promised 150k. Where's the rest?" I asked him looking around. "You're not getting the rest. You've been rude to me you don't deserve it. I brought you back to life and this is how you repay me. I was doing you a favor." Odell said. "Oh save that shit! You didn't do me a favor you have been torturing me every since I came back." I yelled. ⚠️(violence+ triggers ahead proceed with caution) "you put a chip in my brain to control me and make me into a weapon. YOU MADE ME KILL MY MOTHER!" I said angrily. I pulled my gun out on him. "Forget the money. give me what I need to get this chip out of my brain." I said sternly.

Y/n pov:

(Plot twist up ahead 😌)

You're probably wondering why I'm so calm and not freaking out right now. I'm an highly skilled assassin and I know exactly who painkiller is and why he's the way he is. I was sent here to kill agent odell. He's done enough to painkiller nobody deserves to go through that and yet, he's made painkiller's life into a living hell. All I had to do was get one foot in the door by making painkiller bring me here with him. Odell owes me money and since he can not pay it, he will pay for it with his life. I was sitting in the car waiting when I heard yelling coming from the tall building. *that sounds like painkiller* I thought. I got out and went to the top floor only to see painkiller and Odell fighting. The two rose to their feet pulling a gun on each other. I pulled my gun out as well ready to take action.

Painkiller's pov:

Me and Odell were fighting when we soon broke away and rose to our feet. Suddenly I heard a gun click behind me. Y/n had pulled out a gun aiming it at Odell. "Yo y/n you're an assassin?" I asked shocked at her actions. "Yeah I'll explain everything later. As for you Odell, I think you need to hand over the stuff to get the chip out of his brain." Y/n said sternly. "NEVER" Odell said as he tried to run off. I shot him in his left shoulder. "The next one's going through your forehead" I said smirking. "Alright alright! It's in the suitcase please let me live." Odell pleaded. Me and y/n looked at eachother and nodded. We both shot odell and made sure he was dead and got everything we needed from him. I heard cops in the distance coming to us. "Should we get out of here princess?" I asked. "Yeah we should." Y/n said smiling.

I drove off taking us somewhere safe away from freeland.

[infinitestarsdev]

Devlog 2023-05-26

Friday! We made it to another Friday! (Phew)

Baby is healthy and happy (writing this post from the hospital as we wait for the paediatrician visit, and I'll upload and post it a little later today.)

NGL, it's been tough, but not as tough as I expected. I haven't gotten as much work done as I would've liked, but we still got stuff done. The power cuts haven't helped, and it's the main reason why I still have to do some testing. We'll get to that shortly. Last complaint before getting to the weekly progress: I miss hot coffee, mostly because I'll make a cup and then fuss over the little one, and then the power is off and my coffee is cold. Whelp.

Now! The main feature! I implemented the new Shuttle BG that Stoffies drew, and it looks gorgeous! Look! Behold, and see that I do not lie!

I ALSO implemented the new MedSec BG from Stoffies, and we used the opportunity to add some extras. Kiaria now has an actual workstation! And we have a little X-Ray corner. We have plans to add some minor animations to the MedAssist drones, but that will come in time.

If that wasn't enough, my sleep deprived self managed to implement the first ever nsfw MxM content in Khalil's corridor scene. I haven't gotten around to testing it yet (at time of writing) but if all goes according to plan, it should be ready to go by the time I post this devlog.

We've also been continuing to write and polish the other scenes I mentioned last week, and I'm hoping that we'll have some of them ready for our next public release on the 2nd of July.

I feel like I did/added more, but I can't recall. Have a pleasant weekend, enjoy some quality time with your loved ones, and be the change you want to see in the world! Love all of you.

(Oh! Patron's can get the latest PC|Mac|Linux build here, and the Android version here.)

[joe9cool]

Collide-Justin Herbert-18

A.N Usual disclaimer, I do not know The Chargers or their situation, this is fiction purposes only

Justin was taking the field for warm-ups. 

He was doing his usual routine, it was about an hour til kick off, there were some fans filling the stadium, no doubt by the time the game started it would be at almost full capacity.

He looked over at the sidelines, where Taylor was standing with her mic, she was speaking directly into the camera. He was trying hard not to stare too long.

They had run into each other earlier in the tunnel. He said a quick 'excuse me' as she had gone past her, and he felt her eyes on his back as he headed to the locker room. 

Khalil Mack was talking to her as he had his pregame interview before they suited up. 

Before he knew it, it was time to head back to the locker room. Justin ran past Khalil, who was trying to get away from Taylor, as he glanced at his teammate, he made eye contact with the blonde. She had a look on her face that he couldn't quite place.

It looked happy, but not in a good way.

It looked evil

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"Okay Taylor we got it! Good job!" The cameraman called as he turned off the camera to look at the footage. They were live on the NFL network to cover SNF. Her pregame sideline interviewee would be Khalil Mack while after would be a player of the team who won.

She saw Khalil start to head off the field and she decided to take her chance. "Hey Khalil?"

He stopped. "Yes?"

"I'm sorry about this season so far. It seems it's been really difficult with all the injuries, especially to Justin."

Khalil was confused, he knew the reporter and his quarterback had a fling in the past, and Herb had a new girlfriend so was she trying to get at something?

"Well we have had a lot of injuries, so it's been tough, but we got to fight through." 

"It's a good thing Justin has his family in town to take care of him. He mentioned his parents being in town when he first got injured."

"I heard nothing about that. He's in good hands on and off the field. Listen, I got to go." He ran off the field before she could say anything else, but it did get her thinking.

The night he was at her place he mentioned his parents were in town, but no one had mentioned that. Surely it would have been mentioned that his parents were in town, but nothing. So wait a minute was this girl involved when he was over at her place?

Was he playing her too? How many other women did he have? Who was the brunette in Oregon? While she knew they weren't exclusive. He had told before she went to Europe that there was no one but her. That when she got back maybe they could give this a chance. He texted her everyday, picked her up from the airport, kissed her when he dropped her off

 Then once camp neared he didn't respond to her texts, then agrees to come over, they kiss and then he breaks it off? Now he's got all these girls.

There was a part of her that felt a tad guilty for liking that tweet, but she wasn't giving up on this. Not yet.

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Sara was so thankful to Ben and Sasha for letting her and Erika stay with them while she was in Michigan. The couple owned a gorgeous lakehouse off of Lake Huron. While it was cold, it was beautiful,peaceful. It made her think about owning a summer home. She currently owned only two homes, her main one in LA and one she bought in Wexler, Pennsylvania close to her family. They all tried to convince her to buy the home that was for sale next to her parents but she needed her space.

This trip was just Erika and Sara, there was no need for the rest of her team to be present, so she gave them the next couple of weeks to be with their friends and families for the Holidays. They had arrived early Sunday morning, and it couldn't have been more perfect. She would be able to watch the game. They had to be up and ready to film the first scenes.

They had unpacked, had dinner and now her and Erika were walking around the grounds. It was dark, but it was lit up beautifully thanks to Sasha decorating skills. Sara was getting ideas of what scenes should be filmed while watching the game on her phone. The Chargers were up and so far were dominating the 49ers.

Everything was great…

Until it wasn't.

As soon as she saw the hit to his head she screamed and dropped her phone on the grass.

"Sara!! What!" Erika picked up her friend's phone and caught the slow motion replay. "Oh my god."

"Erika, is he being taken to the tent?"

"No, he's taking the snap.”

"WHAT!" She ripped the phone out of Erika's hands. As Justin was ready to call the play the whistle blew, and the announcers called a medical timeout as Justin headed to the sidelines. She could tell he was mad.

At one point she read his lips as he yelled. "I ate!"

"I'm gonna kill him."  She muttered.

The rest of the game was nerve wracking. She couldn't believe he was cleared to play after that. As they walked back to the house they were greeted by Ben and his family, who would be doing the supporting roles.

The rest of the night was focused on reading through parts, and Sara and the crew were throwing out ideas. As much as she tried to focus, she felt her brain going back to Justin. She saw they lost the game, and she knew that he was fuming at himself. 

Still she was going to give him a lashing

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"We didn't execute on third down"

It was the same shit, same mistakes that cost the win. Justin didn't want to speak to the media, but as captain and quarterback it was required of him.

He felt fine, physically, but mentally and emotionally he felt like shit. Once he had completed his interviews he went back to the hotel, it was Sunday night but the team was heading back to Los Angeles late so they could be ready for Monday practice and the media.

He wanted to call Sara but he was aware she had just gotten to Michigan for work and was diving deep into her projects. He loved how dedicated she was to her work.

Justin loved that Sara was independent and didn't need him, she wanted him. 

He looked at his phone to see a bunch of texts messages and phone calls from family and friends but nothing from her. That was weird, win or lose she always had something for him on his phone.

He figured she was busy.

However when he got home finally at a late hour he saw the facetime request. He accepted and saw her face surrounded by darkness. "Hey baby… where are you?"

"Don't baby me Justin, what the fuck is wrong with you?" Oh she was pissed. He tried to play dumb. "What are you talking about?"

"You ate? The only thing you ate was the fucking turf on that hit. Idiot" He laughed. A good hearty laugh. He needed that comedic relief. Although his girlfriend didn't find it that funny. "You're laughing, seriously you're laughing when I'm about to get on a plane to California to kill you."

"Hey If it gets you back to California I'm cool with that. Besides, I can fight you off anyways." She rolled her eyes and he laughed again. "Back to my first question, where the hell are you?"

"I'm walking around Ben and Sasha's property. It's really cold, I forgot how cold it gets being in the Midwest. I only have my UCLA hoodie"

"Babe! Get back in the house! You will get sick. Are you by yourself?"

She nodded and turned the camera around so he could see what she was seeing. Although it was really dark, he could hear the waves of Lake Huron. He tried not to freak out, but the thought of her being by herself outside late at night by a huge body of water didn't sit well with him. "Please get back in the house."

"Okay mom" He saw the movement, and then the light of what seemed to be a living room. "Hold on" He heard along with some shuffling.

She came back into his sight with her ear pods in. "I'm in the kitchen, I'm sharing a room with Erika and she is sleeping. Anyways, how do you feel? And be honest Justin Patrick."

"I feel fine, yeah I was a little rattled initially, but I'm good. I passed the concussion protocol. What?"

She was glaring at him. He knew it was in a joking manner, eventually she relaxed her expression. "You're lucky I love you Jerk."

He laughed, but before he could say anything he heard a voice on Sara's end. "Is this Justin?" 

She saw Sara jump and grab her chest. "Jesus Ben you scared me." She moved out of the frame a bit and another face moved in. "Ben this is my boyfriend Justin, babe this is my friend Ben."

Justin gave a little awkward wave, and Ben nodded and put on a dad voice. "So my daughter tells me that you're the son of a gun who she loves. Is that right?"

Justin wasn't expecting that. "Uhh"

He saw Sara elbow Ben. "Oh shut up with that western accent. He's just playing babe honest." Ben was laughing and Justin joined nervously, still unsure if Ben was actually angry.  "Nice to meet you son, Sara speaks fondly of you."

He saw his girlfriend roll her eyes. "Oh my god you're not even old enough to be my dad. You're thirty seven. My oldest sister is two years younger than you."

Ben laughed. "Okay fine I'm the big brother you never had" He turned his attention back to Justin. "You okay there dude? Your hit is being played on all the major news sites"

Justin groaned. Not wanting any of the attention. "Yes I am fine, everyone is making it a bigger deal than what it was. I'm fine I promise."

"I still think you should have sat out for a little bit. Let Chase take over for a bit. You looked shaken up." 

"Well I felt fine, of course it's a little rattling at first. But I've been cleared by the medical team and things are okay." He didn't want to keep talking about this, so he decided to switch the topics. "How is the project going?"

Ben and Sara filled him in on the beginning process. They had to try to get as much film in Michigan as they could so they could be in a good spot when they headed back to LA to shoot the rest. Sara was only in charge of the music production and the first few scenes of filming. Another director was going to take place when she left to film Dune 2. 

Justin had to admit, he was not an artistic person at all, but hearing his girlfriend talk so in depth about something she was good at made him intrigued and wanting to know more. Sara came out of her comfort zone when she tried golfing even though he could tell she had little athletic ability. 

He thought about their earlier conversation, about him not wanting to visit her on set. While he wasn't sure about international flights, possibly when she comes home to start to film her show. He could visit a film set as long as he stayed hidden. It was 2022, stars had friends visit on the down low. He could do that.

Overall, the rest of the conversation flowed easily, Ben and Justin got a long fine, and Ben promised Justin a tour of his home to try Bourbon. (He wasn't sure about that) but Sara's beautiful voice helped him fall asleep.

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Fuck Running, 

It wasn't even a mile,and she was out of fucking breath. It was 4am, two hours before filming began. Erika got her uo to start running, a form of exercise. She hated it so much. It gave her awful flashbacks of gym class. Having to run the mile in under 20 min. Trying to do the fastest time for the stupid presidential fitness award. It was a fucking piece of paper for God's sake.

But nevertheless she was here, struggling to breathe. She was running (literally) on coffee and almond butter toast. One website said this was a good start.

Erika ran track in high school so this was easy for her, as she ran ahead. Sara didn't expect her friend to match her slow pace. 

Once they finished. ( Sara was dry heaving,) they walked back to Ben and Sasha's house. 

"Sara, look I know Stephanie wants you to lose weight, but don't do it unhealthy."

Sara spoke between breaths. "The show is in February. That means I have only a few months left. I'm not trying to drop too much weight, just tone up a bit. Now come on, Ben has a few workout machines in his basement. Let's hit that for about thirty minutes "

Sara ran ahead of Erika a bit, her friend could see she was forcing herself.

This wasn't good.

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The week went fast.

It was Friday night, and Sara and Ben, along with the editing team were going over the footage they had shot, and it was good so far. They needed to re shoot a couple of things. They went back and forth on what song from the album to add to certain scenes. She kept up with her rigorous training and diet and saw some progress already. Of course she had to be careful with Thanksgiving.

Speaking of, Her sister Alyssa wouldn't stop texting her about certain dishes. It was already set and stone that she would be stuck doing a lot of the cooking. Alyssa had a thirty pound turkey that was only defrosting and she was already over her head. Her family was in St. Louis already and she was sure they were driving her crazy.

Sara would be arriving on Tuesday. Erika had her bags packed with outfits she would be wearing. Erika was going home to Pittsburgh for the week and wouldn't be back in LA for a couple of weeks. She deserved the time off for being an amazing assistant and dealing with her best friend's bullshit.

She was back and forth with Justin over the week, they texted about any and everything. He had tried to act annoyed when she would request pictures of Nova (He swore up and down that she loved his cat more than him) They also both expressed how sexually frustrated they were, they both decided not to send pictures as the worst thing would be a hacked phone. Phone sex was out of the question since Sara had not had a moment of privacy since she left.

The team was still editing one of the scenes she had shot, and so far it looked like another reshoot was coming. Which meant a 6:00am wake up, well technically earlier cause she needed to get her run in.

Her sleep schedule was fucked. She was exhausted, running on coffee and high protein snacks. Between talking to Justin on the phone, early wakeups and late nights touching up scenes. Then it was on a plane to St.Louis, where there would be no time to rest, due to cooking and being attacked by nieces and nephews as well as being expected to catch up and entertain everyone. Which wasn’t fair, it wasn’t her fucking house. Sara only had her entire family to Los Angeles twice and each time it was the worst experience. Everyone talking over each other, wanting to do different activities and not understanding that cameras would be on them.

She remembered one incident when Charles and Katie visited when they only had two kids and the kids were distressed by the cameraman following them and getting too close for comfort during an outing at the zoo. It led to a video on TMZ of Sara ‘having a breakdown’ yelling at everyone to back the fuck off. Heidi had yelled at her, but  she learned quickly that her client didn’t deal with any bullshit; she did cut back on the clapbacks and fights online.

No doubt that whenever her relationship with Justin came to the limelight she was going to be very protective of him. Granted he was famous in his own right, but this level of fame she dealt with was on a whole other level. 

The group called it quits around 1am, with everyone retreating to their designated spots in Ben’s house. Sara thought she could get some sleep, but then Alyssa began texting her about the grocery list and if she was making the mac and cheese. (Alyssa was a perfectionist like Justin, and she was probably worrying about making sure everything was perfect.) Also the whole family was already there driving her up the wall. Her sister informed her she would be sleeping with the oldest kids in the basement. Which already sucked, she loved her nieces and nephews, but they were exhausting. She didn’t remember being that full of energy as a kid.

As much as she was dreading it, she found herself packing up her things on Sunday. Call her selfish, but she didn’t want anyone else to take over the project. It was something she was able to do behind the scenes, and show the world and her family that her job wasn’t just phony crying or getting mad, or walking around in front of a camera like they thought.

Ben had taken the team out to dinner Saturday night as a thank you for all their hard work. They took plenty of photos which Sara posted on Instagram.

As she laid in bed that night after wishing Justin good luck on his game. She scrolled through Instagram. She did her usual likes on friends' stories. Timothee's story was him on the Dune set and it looked exciting. As much as it sucks to leave Justin for so long she was looking forward to bringing her a game on set and hopefully winning the academy over.

She thought about her future ahead. Going into 2023 she had a great career, an amazing boyfriend, awesome friends, and sometimes good family. 

2023 was her year.

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Thank god for Sunday night football.

Sara got up early at 330, did her workout, had her healthy breakfast, and began planning the scenes she needed to reshoot. She was determined to finish early and watch the game without any interruptions.

Justin and her were going back and forth. She messaged him as soon as she got up. Justin replied a few hours later, surprised that she was up so early. He expressed excitement that Allen and Mike were back. Sara was happy too, she loved Mike, and promised him at the BBQ that they would have a game of super Mario smash brothers (it was the only game she could play)

Nevertheless, she got everything she needed done early. Ben kept teasing her in between takes. It didn't matter though, she wanted to watch her man ball out and silence the critics. 

To pass the time she looked up Patrick Mahomes life, who was annoying and talked shit about the Chargers. One thing about her was that when she and Justin became public she would never trash the other team, and she knew Justin wouldn't want her to do that either.

Here she was with a bottle of wine while watching the game in the guest room she was staying in. Ben and Sasha were out Christmas shopping. (Which she needed to do) so she had the whole place to her house.

"YES!" She screamed as her man launched a beautiful 50 yard pass for a touchdown. Joe was texting her about the game.

So was Joey.

He asked her how she was and he was asking about the Lord Huron project. She had recommended a few songs for him to listen to and he loved them. He was expressing his frustration about not being able to play, which she sympathized with. They went back and forth for a little bit. He gave her tips about toning up and certain exercises.

While things got off to a good start, it seemed to be going downhill as Mike Williams was injured again, he headed off to the blue tent and Sara groaned as she poured herself another glass of wine. 

Yeah she was going to be buzzed by the end of this game.

Sara held her breath as Justin took a sack on 3rd and 2nd. 

The score was 13-17 in favor of the Chargers. 

It was almost halftime and Sara was buzzed. It was a deadly combination with watching her man in a uniform whom she hadn't seen in almost three weeks. She thought about masturbating but it would give her an empty high, nothing compared to the feeling of Justin inside of her.

During halftime she was on her laptop planning the sexy calendar she was going to shoot for Christmas as one of his gifts.

She had her list made out and what gifts she was going to get. For Justin, she just didn't want to give him something sexual, their relationship was so much more than that. Christmas was in a month, and her family was easy. Wanting materialistic items. Justin was a sentimental guy who would appreciate something from the heart.

Halftime ended, and Sara had her list planned out. Feeling good about things.

Until the chiefs took the lead.

But then Justin got the lead back. Sara was on the edge of the bed (she fell off a few times due to the alcohol she consumed.) The clock was running down and the chiefs were too close for comfort…

"No fucking way" She whispered as she watched Kelce's celebration in horror.

She watched Justin throw out of desperation which led to an interception.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

The chiefs won 

They fucking won.

She could barely register what happened after that. Ben and Sasha came home and she could hear them talk about something, she couldn't tell you what. Their bedroom door closed so they must have gone to bed.

This game sobered her up quickly. She didn't know what to say to Justin, she knew he was pissed. This marked two losses in a row which diminished playoff chances.

She decided to message him anyway.

You still played great. I'm proud of you and I love you.

She decided to turn in, she knew she was going to be hungover tomorrow. Sara didn't expect Justin to reply.

He didn't.

A/N: Is this my best chapter? No. Am I salty as fuck about yesterday’s game? Yes. I hope the Bengals whoop that ass in December. 

[tiredandjaded]

tagged by @herecomesthefirstday

relationship status: single & ready to chill for a bit tbh

song stuck in my head: Elevate by DJ Khalil. new spiderverse made me remember how hard the soundtrack to the first one went

last song I listened to: Call Me Maybe song of the summer 12 years running baby!! I've been an Emotion stan for like seven years but I only really started to appreciate Call Me Maybe earlier this year. literally no one is writing about love like Carly Rae Jepsen

last thing I googled: I think it was just "noodle barn menu" which isn't very exciting. but I did have some delicious kimchi udon noodles which were VERY exciting

dream trip: man I'm not even sure... the idea of going somewhere where I don't speak the language makes me nervous, but also id really like to get out of the United States? it would be cool to go somewhere my dad travelled when he was my age, like Nicaragua.

tagging whoever I want uhhh @incoherent-icarus @yardsards @ackilli @tarotdactyl

[sandwormrp]

Walk Without Rhythm

Zamah (oc) & Khalil (oc) 534 words

Summary: Continued from "Don't let them take control" - Zamah's partner Tomoak is to be given his funeral rites and Zamah is finding comfort in Khalil's presence.

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The body’s weight wasn’t heavy at all. It could have been Tomoak. Chances were it was someone else. It didn’t matter. Their water would be returned. Zamah helped to carry the fallen back to the Sietch. Quiet all the way. Moving in dangerous worm territories kept words away.

Four nights of travelling was what lay ahead of them. More to haul the dead and their earnings back. Each of the sietches had divvied up their perceived prizes. Zamah hadn’t asked what theirs were, but she’d seen some Harkonnen animals alive and pulled a face. She’d stay to her word of not wanting anything to do with them.

On the first night of rest, Zamah had tended to Khalil’s injuries. Scavenged what plants she could to chew into a paste mixed with spice. It would be pressed into the opening of the stillsuit, effectively sealing it for a temporary amount of time. At least until they could make it home. After that, he was on his own. She’d never been much of a seamstress.

By the third night, she’d snuck into Khalil’s tent to sleep there. Not so much for the physical contact of another person. It was his breathing while he slept. She’d needed that white noise to stop her mind from running away with desert mice. That had always helped her sleep.

Returning home was usually a relief. Battleworn and tired from the long journey, everyone would take a moment to recover from the last few hours of push. Retiring into their own quarters by first light. They’d sleep the day away and begin the ceremonies under the light of the first moon.

Zamah felt no relief.

Her quarters were the same as she’d left them. Littered with reminders of Tomoak. If she lay down it’d smell like him. She searched through her clothes to find something yellow she could tear away and tie to herself. Ending up with using it to tie her hair back. A symbol of grief. She didn’t think she was grieving, but it felt like she was supposed to? She was still angry. A quiet anger simmered under the surface. She didn’t know what to do with that, or where the time went. Vaguely remembering a haze of doing things on automatic. Changing out of her suit and into her robes.

She’d gone through some of her things and collected Tomoak prized possessions. Piling them up on the bed. They were to be offered with him. In their community, the one who gave always was given higher status. Tomoak would’ve liked that she’d done that, she thought. In the final hour before first moonlight, she was going out into the communal areas, a bundled fabric wrap of his things. Needing food and a drink. She looked tired.

Spotting Khalil she moved to sit with him. Rather than holding the fold of fabric close to her chest as though it were a child, she carefully placed it down beside her. “Stilgar not here yet?” She asked lightly, glancing to check others were not paying attention to them before leaning in and quietly asking, “How long will it be before your suit is ready? I'm going back out again soon.”

[maeve01]

Town Fiesta Experience: A Somewhat Chaotic Story-Telling

Every year our town celebrates the birthday of the woman who was blessed among all the women, AKA Mary, our blessed mother. And with that comes the role-playing of the Padul-ong Festival. It is a retelling of the tale of how the image of the blessed Virgin Mary got transported to Borongan from portugal, and the legend of the Lady in white who frequents the Hamorawon spring where it is said that the water has the ability to heal the sick. Now, that's all I know about it. But it sure is always a lovely fiesta. Festive and vibrant as it should be.

Just a few weeks before the fiesta, everyone's been busy with all the preparation. The hanging of bandaritas around every barangay, the marching bands trying their best to out show their fellow competitors- working hard to perfect their routine, and the most exciting of it all, was the parade and the Padul-ong festival itself. I'm sure all their hard work has paid off. All the sleepless nights making all the props for the festival competition and with all the dancers sweating and dancing their asses off to give their best performance and please the crowd.

I actually didn't grow up celebrating this festival. I know, it was a bit sad, if I'm being honest. I've been missing out on all the fun. But now I get to decide if I want to celebrate it or not, because I'm old enough to decide for myself, and I'm no longer part of a cult-ish fellowship club or whatever you want to call it. I grew up really religious, you know, but now I'm not anymore. But anyway, going back to the festivities and what my experience was. It was nice... That's basically the summary of my town fiesta experience. The end.

Nah, I'm just Kidding with ya! No, but seriously it was nice, I swear. Look, I wasn't really feeling it, but at the same time it was nice to see how other people were enjoying it. I was just going through something, but I managed to show up during the Essu Nite, and was able to see some old friends, which was genuinely nice. I'm always happy to see them. Then I went home after checking in for the attendance that no one was facilitating.

Ah, here's a funny story though. It was the day before Vesper. And me and my cousin were out having dinner near the plaza. After we ate, we decided to go to the pharmacy, and as we were on our way, we passed by the plaza, and it was jam-packed because it was also "Tuklas", so there were artists like, Khalil Ramos, and Gabbi Garcia, and also Ej Falcon, but man, I was more interested with Ian Veneracion. Wuuuuuhhhoo good lawd. Anyways, we were passing by, right? So we hung around a little bit to see if we could spot Ian. And then, boom, the crowds started shrieking, and I was like, damn it must be Ian, so I ran near the backstage, had my camera ready and waited to see if I'd see a glimpse of one of my DILF crushes. And there, a man wearing a brown polo shirt came out of the backstage and I screamed for my life. My octave range went to heaven. I only saw that good-looking man for a second, dang it, and there were cars blocking my view too, but nevertheless, I was elated. So we went to the pharmacy grinning and giggling. Mr. Bodyguard was like, "kinita manda hi ate hin artista" Damn right I did, kuya.

I went home feeling over the moon, but then, as I was on the tricycle, I thought, "Wait, hold on, what if it wasn't Ian?" Because I had no idea what he was wearing, right? So I hurried home and did some digging on Facebook and damn, Ian Veneracion was wearing a denim jacket.💀

I was heartbroken.

The man that I saw wasn't Ian, but Ej Falcon.💀💀💀

Bruh, and the way that I screamed?

Gorl that was embarrassing.

Then I messaged my cousin that it wasn't Ian, and she was dying from laughing her tonsils out.

- The end

[medtech-mara]

The other day, I was searching on twitter for fan art of Robo fighting Adam Smasher, and of course ran into neo nazis, talking how Cyberpunk is lame fantasy for degen antifas, while Deus Ex was based QAnon fantasy for the red pilled.

Reminds me this 4chan comment about 2077 I saw reposted some time ago, where a dude was like "Hurr durr, corporations bad, even though the world is sure technologicalyl advanced, hurr durr"-ignoring the specific idiocy of that, what exactly did they expect?

I know everything billed under cyberpunk isn't inherently leftwing, and leftism doesn't have monopoly on hating rich people, but if you think Corporations Bad is some crazy commie shit, maybe Corporations Bad in the Future genre isn't for you?

Don't look at Twitter for intellectual POV's because not a single one is to be found there.

My faith in the masses on a consistent weekly basis is demolished, and I am not sure I have much more to give for them.

I have said it a million times, and I will say it til I'm blue in the face. Twitter is just the village square that lets every Village idiot have the podium. These people just eat up whatever stupid ass bullshit if it has enough likes attached to it, because they lack critical thinking for themselves.

If you had asked me a couple weeks ago, I probably would have said the same as the above, except, I was naive enough to believe that the collective could and would be able to look at the evidence and come to the right conclusion. However, this week my thoughts have changed. (I'm specifically looking at YOU Jirard Khalil).

Hating the rich/megacorps has and never will be exclusive to the left. It's for the oppressed. Those who have felt the boot on their necks from those who are in charge or have enough money to sway those in charge, and that number keeps growing especially in the states where our food is becoming scop quality and the dollar isn't going as far as it used to.

Personally, I think both the Libs and the Right wingers are idiots. Neither want to admit that they are both the same coin. Both sides have valid concerns and struggles that need to be addressed, but instead, they (the government and the megacorps that pay them) want to turn us all against each other, because as long as we stand divided, we can't turn our anger to the right people. BUT THEY AINT READY FOR THAT CONVERSATION YET.

Truth is, both games (and the genre) address very real warnings that are being taken with a grain of salt and just flat out ignored because it's not amplified to that degree, so it can't possibly be the case in our world right? 🙄

[draslihanxfahri-bailey]

For a moment, she began to worry that she might've pressured him. If he felt uncomfortable and anxious. It was a feeling that she hoped he wouldn't feel, especially around or because of her, and she was ready to tell him that it was okay. That he didn't have to do so because she offered it, that he didn't have to sacrifice his own personal comfort. Yet she paused the moment she saw the small nod. Smiling up at him, she nodded as well before looking back at Rhiannon. Carefully kissing her forehead and then moving closer to Khal. "She has better control over her neck and head now," she told him, carefully positioning the baby in his arms. Rhia had been quick to reach out, taking his shirt into her fist and holding tightly as she looked up at him babbling. Asli couldn't bite back the chuckle that left her lips before saying, "I think she's taken a liking to you."

She playfully let out an exasperated groan. Her dark eyes twinkling as she thought back to all the shenanigans her young daughter has gotten into already in her young life. "We absolutely got our work cut out for us. I'm really excited for how much her personality's going to grow the older she gets, but if my mother-in-law's correct based on her own experience with Eli and his siblings, she's going to be a firecracker. Not sure how ready I am for that, but we shall see." She wondered what similarities and differences to Alex Rhia would have as she got older. If she would have her own entirely different and unique personality or if there will be some similarities to her big sister. Either way, she was excited. "Oi! I do take breaks every now and then, thank you very much," she snickered. "Okay, I have gotten better at doing that. I've started to actually sort of like taking more breaks, especially if I get to be with my family." Her family was her main motivator to take more breaks, to slow down and breathe. Nodding, her head tilted. "How're things going with your investments? All going well?" She wanted to ask if he's been keeping a distance from the Cranes, especially Freddie. Though, last she heard, the eldest Crane brother was back in England, thankfully. Yet she couldn't stop thinking about the way Khalil and Nathan had acted around each other that day in the Ancient Egypt exhibit. ||📜@khalilhassan

Family had never been in the cards for him. As a man who hadn't even known his own parents, he'd never entirely wrapped his head around the thought of continuing the generational line he knew nothing of. It had struck a curiosity within him though, one that he'd been lingering towards. What if his family was out there? It was terrifying and exciting all the same. The agent nipped at his bottom lip, his gaze softening at the thought of something so small and fragile resting in his arms. He'd made terrible mistakes, but in that moment, in Aslihan's office, he was nothing more than a man in a museum visiting a friend. He swallowed down the thickness in his throat and nodded towards the woman in confirmation that he'd accept her offer.

"She already sounds like quite the troublemaker. You must be proud." Briefly, he wondered if anyone had ever looked at him with such a smile of adoration. Had he been the baby someone wanted to love? Clearly he hadn't. "You sound busy. Do you ever take a break? I'm just curious." He was teasing, mostly, but she stayed busier than most people he knew. It was no wonder she'd gotten as far in her career as she had at such a young age. Not many people were out doing all that she did, let alone balancing all that she balanced. "My world has been spinning, that's for sure." He'd spare her the details of getting in good with the Cranes, well, one half of the brotherly duo. "I'm doing well though. I can't complain."

@draslihanxfahri-bailey

[jordancallowayswife]

Date night🍷(KhalilxReader)

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Requested: ❌

Characters: khalil, y/n,

Story type: y/n story (part two)

Warnings or triggers: none (there will be some fluff and some nicknames like princess, babygirl, etc. but that's it)

Enjoy the story!

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Khalils pov:

It's been about one month since I asked y/n to be my girlfriend and honestly, it's the best decision I've ever made. I've been thinking of taking her on a date but I don't want to rush things. I want my babygirl to be as comfortable as possible. She deserves the world and I'm going to make sure she gets it. I thought of an idea and immediately picked up my phone.

Conversation with y/n👇🏾

Me: Goodmorning princess☀️

Y/n: Goodmorning my love, how are you?

Me: Im doing good how about you?

Y/n: Im doing well 😌

Me: Can i ask you something baby?

Y/n: yeah sure

Me: Would you like to go on a date with me tonight?

Y/n: yes baby id love to go on a date with you🥰

Me: alright I'll be there at 8 to pick you up

Y/n: i can't wait to see you😘

Me: i can't wait yo see you either my princess

Me: look in your room and you should see everything you need to get ready for our date ;)

Y/n Pov:

I looked around my room noticing three things: A glittery red dress, Golden earrings and a necklace with me and Khalil's itnitials on it. I got took a shower, got ready, and did my makeup.

~time skip( 7:30pm)~

I sprayed some perfume on and walked out the door. When I looked up, I noticed Khalil standing outside of a black limo. He had on a black tux with a red handkerchief that matched my dress. He also had on a gold watch and a fresh haircut. "Ready to head out princess?" Khalil said staring you down. "Yes my love" I replied getting into the car as Khalil opened the door for me.

Khalil pov:

As we were on the way to our destination, Y/n's beauty had me in a trance. With or without makeup she looked like a literal goddess. I grabbed the pink and red roses and handed them to y/n. "Awww that's so sweet of you khalil" she said smiling while smelling her flowers. The moonlight shined and glistened over her skin. "We're here" the driver said. I got out of the limo and went around y/n's side to help her out of the car.

Y/n pov:

Me and Khalil walked into the lavish restaurant and the waitress quickly sat us at a table. I ordered salmon and khalil ordered a steak. The waitress brought us our drinks and I noticed her trying to flirt with khalil. Khalil simply shrugged it off not paying her any attention. His eyes were so focused on me he didn't notice the waitress's antics.

~time skip~

Khalil was getting ready to pay so we could leave. The waitress handed him the ticket. "Y'all are good to go. Hope to see you here again" she said smiling at khalil and side eyeing you. You picked up the ticket and noticed she had written her number on there. *two can play that game* I thought. I wrote something back on the ticket and called her over. "Excuse me ma'am you left your tip" I said fake smiling at her and handing her the ticket. The ticket reads as follows:

I Don’t think he's into you. Besides, clowns work at the circus not restaurants. (P.s. Im pretty

Sure they'll be quick to hire you. who knows maybe you can be pennywise he's your twin after all :)

The waitress stormed off and you smirked at her as you and khalil headed out the door.

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Hope you enjoyed this imagine!

Excuse any errors and thanks for reading🫶🏾🤍

[infinitestarsdev]

Devlog 2023-05-20

It's Friday! (OK, it's not but give me a second!)

It's been a crazy few days, mostly because our firstborn was– well– born. We brought her home on Friday, and while the intention was to do a devlog yesterday, there just wasn't enough time. (Instead I'm now writing one while she is sleeping on my chest.)

I've been prepping Infinite Stars for her arrival over the last few months, as I didn't want to lose the momentum we had gained until now. Stoffies and Tae are happily drawing away, making good progress. The additional writer has been such a blessing! Two heads are better than one, and I wish I had had the budget from the beginning!

On to actual progress:

Medsec BG is almost done. It's taking longer than usual, but I've seen the WiP artwork, and it'll be worth the wait.

Tae has been working on the character art for Andreas (and a few more crew members.) I know sexy is subjective, but I think some of the ladies (and gents) are going to swoon over him.

We're working on the possibility to include little artwork pop-ups in the game for key items. I don't want to say much more until everything is confirmed and finalised, but it is looking promising.

On the writing side (phew!):

We're getting the first ever MxM content, starting with Khalil's intimate scene.

We've earnestly started working in Veera's romance arc/scenes.

We've finished a flirting scene with Lochem, a precursor that will probably lead to his intimate scene which is still being polled. (If you haven't voted yet, you should do so! Anyone can vote.)

Some fluff scenes where you can play some "Liridian" with Matthias.

Some "empty room" content (like Aeroponics and Medsec) for the Gym.

A short just for fun, non canon scene illustrated by Stoffies and named "Dirty Khalil."

As you can see, even though I've had to step back for a bit, we're still making tons of progress. I'm hoping to have the content coded and ready for a Patreon release on the 26th, followed by our next public release on the 2nd of June.

Have a great rest of your weekend! <3

[veone]

smallest big updates: Khalil is now an elder and Caleb is in college working on his law degree.

[alesolcno]

"Oh, shut the fuck up, all you men are the same!" It was screamed back at him, to his childish comment and his defensiveness. The man was so concerned with proclaiming his innocence that he was failing to see the big, glaring problem in that a woman was missing.

In fact, it was his quick and ready defense that had Ale so hot on him as a suspect. She was convinced this was something a guilty person would do. "Seems more like it turned out that she didn't know you at all. Had no idea what was coming with you."

This was a story told time and time again. All one had to do was watch any number of those murder documentaries to see a repetitive story with a few details changed here and there.

"Clearly that was not it. The amount of times she was here," the photographer shook the paper with all the red on it at him, "the way you jumped at the chance to meet me at that café..."

The way he didn't give a fuck at the fact that Mari was missing.

While his quip would make sense if tensions weren't so high, because it was incredibly foolish of Ale to run off to someone's house in the middle of the woods and accuse them of harming your sister, but all she could do was narrow a dark, heated gaze at him. "What— you hope something happens to me too? I'm sure that would make you feel a lot more comfortable if the person asking all about town about someone you had to do with the disappearance of just fucking vanished, huh?"

What made this all worse was that she saw glimpses of children at this man's house. Clearly he had kids. Daughters, it appeared with the few toys she'd seen.

If the adrenaline wasn't pumping so hard then maybe Ale would feel the sickness in her gut, the fear coursing through her veins.

When he seemed to brace himself for something, the brunette visibly flinched. Ale was tough, could handle herself in most situations, but she also knew when she was outmatched. Knees don't bend backwards was something she repeated in her head.

"I'm not searching around any part of this place. I don't wanna end up in a hole somewhere and buried like the rest of your victims." It was irrational and she knew it, there was no proof other than it being very clear that Atlas and Mari had spent quite a bit of time together. The thing was, in her head, all that rang was that he admitted there was a motive.

Mari had taken something of his. Something valuable. Which seemed to be something she was learning her older sister did. But, still— Atlas admitted to motive.

"The people that are going to be out here searching are the police," she confirmed, phone now in hand as though she were going to call them. Maybe just Khalil first to get his opinion on this. He seemed to know a lot about how all this worked. Police stuff.

"Just tell me... tell me what happened, what you did. I deserve to know what happened to my sister," the ache of loss tightened her throat and strained her words, her plea, and tears stung at her eyes, "please. I just need to know. Do you know what it's like to feel hope that she's still out there or wonder if you should be mourning her?"

It was clear this man didn't really have a heart, but Ale was exhausted. / @atlaswilliams

The angry back and forth had his watch buzzing at his wrist, no doubt telling him that he needed to take a breather. Every pulse point in his body was taking a beating. He'd been accused of a lot of things, but murder? That was a first and hopefully a last.

"You don't know me." It was a childish counter, but his voice carried like that of an angry grown man. Whatever she had on paper, whatever the information said, it was a piece of a story that he hadn't found too difficult to believe. "I don't know what she's like. I thought I did, but turns out, I didn't know her at all."

What he thought he'd known about Mariana had been nothing more than an assumption. In her defense, and quite frankly, his own, they'd never spent much time trying to get to know one another. The only layers they'd cared about getting beneath was clothing. Anything more was a stretch for what they'd signed up for.

Dark hues rolled, but he leaned closer, drinking in the cluster of dots that he could only assume signified his place. No fucking wonder she'd shown up with a fire under her. "I'm not lying." It was a matter of fact. "We slept together. That was it." A part of him had cared for her, but that part had been tainted by betrayal.

"And I'm not denying it," he added with a huff before he straightened. He thought about the pack of cigarettes stashed somewhere in the junk drawer in the kitchen, a nasty habit he'd only ever leaned into when drinking. Seeing as he couldn't afford to touch the bottle, he'd skip the booze and go straight to them.

Even without knowing the woman, the fire within her was burning hot. Her sharp point hadn't gone unnoticed, but he hadn't given it a second thought. "I hope if you go knocking on someone else's door, you're at least smarter about it." He wasn't the type to hurt her, but who the hell was to say everyone would be so patient?

The rise and dip of her voice made muscles twitch in his tightened jaw. He wasn't going to lay a hand on her, but he wasn't confident that she wouldn't take her shot if it came. "I didn't know," he partially growled through gritted teeth. His assumption had been that she'd pawned his shit and left, or left and then did it in another city.

He'd maintain his innocence, no matter how hard she pushed, because it was the truth. Not even the close proximity would cause his confidence to falter. "We were hooking up. A lot," he paused, gaze dropping to the sheet where the cluster of dots confirmed his statement, "and one day, we were supposed to meet up and she told me she'd be running late and asked me to pick up food. So, I did and when I got back to my place, I knew she'd been there already."

Some of the things she'd taken had been in the open, but one of his most prized possessions had been hidden in his bedroom in a spot he'd made the mistake of showing her. "I tried calling, texting. I didn't believe it at first."

Confusion, anger, frustration, worry... he'd gone through every stage of grief. "You can search every inch of this place if you want, but there's nothing here to find, because I didn't do anything to her."

@alesolcno

[eagles-translated]

Eagles Transcript S04E10 – Farewell

This is the English transcript for the final episode of Eagles. Watch the subtitled episode here.

Omar: What the hell? Come on…

Omar's mom: Omar! Have you eaten anything?

Omar: Yeah! Damn it…

Omar's mom: You'll be late!

Omar: Chill out, mom! I'm exporting here! Fuck! Come on now… Yes, yes, yes, yes! Fuck, great. Yes. Yes!

Omar's mom: Do you want a ride, then?

Omar: No, I'll run!

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Klara: Thanks.

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Klara: Thanks for being here.

Sissela: Thanks for inviting me.

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0 DAYS UNTIL GRADUATION

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Adam: Hello, my friends!

Klara: Oh, how nice!

Adam: Non-alcoholic for Felicia Kroon.

Felicia: Cute!

Adam: And to Mrs. Ceder.

Klara: Thank you.

Adam: Lovely couple.

Elias: Thank you.

Amie: Thanks.

Adam: What's he doing?

Felicia: Hello!

Omar: Here it is! I was up all night editing. This is a fucking masterpiece.

Amie: What is it?

Omar: My… My documentary! I've been filming all year!

Amie: I'm kidding, Omar. I'm really excited to watch it, actually.

Klara: Me too.

Adam: Yeah. If… Omar Bergman over here could take his glass, then we can… What?

Elias: Hey, I just remembered something. I have to… I'll come back soon, okay? See you.

Adam: Well… Well, cheers is everything I wanted to say.

Klara: Cheers!

Adam: Things are always so complicated in this group.

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Linn: So it's with both happiness and sorrow that I'm standing here in front of you all today. Soon we'll say goodbye to this chapter and move on with our lives. When I'm looking back on these three years, I'll do it with a smile on my face. I'll remember all the nice moments…

Amie: I'm just going to go prepare.

Felicia: Yeah. Good luck.

Amie: Thanks.

Linn: And I hope your roads will cross again. Thank you.

Teacher: Thank you, Linn, for such a beautiful speech. Yes, let's see here…

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Elias: I suspected you'd be here.

Ludde: I was trying out the ice. One last time.

Elias: Yeah. We missed you in the park. Hey… There's something I think you should have. We would've never done it without you. I hope you know that.

Ludde: Thank you.

Elias: Yeah. Well, then. Ready?

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Teacher: Soon we'll have more student speeches, but first a film that Omar Khalil has done during the last semester.

Adam: Omme, Omme, Omme!

Teacher: You've probably noticed. Yes, where is Omar? Here is the great artist. Well… How's it going with… How's it going with the electronics, Omar?

Omar: Yeah, thanks, I'll solve it.

Teacher: Oh. Alright. Stay seated. That doesn't seem to be going very well. I probably have to move on in the program.

Omar: Chill! I'll solve this.

Teacher: Yes…

Adam: Good, Omar!

Teacher: Well, then. Let's invite our final student speaker. Welcome, Ludvig Johansson! No… Well, people… At this rate we'll probably finish much earlier than we expected. I'll be damned… Students, to finish your high school careers with one final song… Here's our own pop star, Amie Condé!

Amie: Oh, look. Here's Ludde! So a round of applause for Ludvig Johansson!

Ludde: Since last spring… Since last spring I've rewritten this speech at least a thousand times. To try to express this ending that we're all talking about. The end… And the new beginning. But we're not really there yet, at the end… But we're starting to understand that there is one. Three years include a lot of beginnings… And a lot of endings. The beginning of a friendship. The start of a new interest… Or the end of something you thought you'd do your whole life. It could also have been the beginning of a love story. But also the end. The beginning of our new lives, and the end for others. Above all, friends are the most important. Some people… They become eternal in our lives. Even the ones who were only a part of it for a short, short while. No matter the time we've had together… What we've done, what we've experienced, what we've felt… It's eternal. And we'll always have these years with us. We will be walking out of those doors today together, but actually there are several doors. That we won't be together anymore doesn't mean it's anything sad. That we should be unhappy about it. Because that doesn't make the time we had together less meaningful. Thank you so much.

Amie: 🎵 The time of blossom now approaches With lust and great beauty You are on the eve, lovely summer When grass and crops grow With gentle and eager warmth To all that's been dead The rays of the sun approaches And everything is reborn The fair flowery meadows And the noble seed of the field The rich herbal meadows And the green trees of the grove They shall remind us Of the richness of God’s kindness That we shall reflect on the mercy Which lasts all year 🎵

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Felicia: Can I write in your hat?

Elias: If I can write in yours.

Felicia: No, you can't. You'll just write something dirty.

Elias: I would never.

Felicia: Can I have it?

Elias: Yeah, wait. I'll write something sweet. Here. Here, give it to me.

Mats: Oh, so this is where the lazy unemployed youngsters are lying?

Leila: Yes, terrifying.

Felicia: You're funny.

Mats: Yeah, here. A little graduation gift. We've known for a while, but we thought today would be a good time to show you.

Elias: Are these plane tickets?

Leila: To LA.

Elias: We're going to LA?

Felicia: You're going to LA.

Mats: You've been traded. Anaheim.

Elias: No.

Mats: Yes.

Elias: No, you're… This isn't funny if you're joking.

Felicia: You're going to NHL, Elias! You're going to NHL.

Elias: But, my… But they know I've been sick?

Mats: They know everything, but they really believe in you and want to bet on you. They want to be a part of your rehab.

Elias: What?!

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Classmate: Nice speech. Really.

Ludde: Thank you. Thanks. Afterparty later? Thanks.

Adam: Good. Well, sayonara then, boys.

Omar: What? I'm not going anywhere.

Adam: You think I can hang out with you now that Johansson is breaking up the band? Don't think so, Omar!

Omar: Shut up. Hey, knock it off.

Ludde: Shit, I'll miss you guys. My… Kingelikings!

Omar: Yes! Yes, I knew it! He likes it!

Ludde: No, I didn't say that.

Adam: I'll go ahead.

Omar: Hey! Hey!

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Klara: Hey.

Amie: Hi.

Klara: Do you remember that summer when we were here like all the time? We built sand castles everywhere.

Amie: Your dad fell asleep in the sun.

Klara: Right!

Amie: Do you remember how he…

Klara: He burned himself so much! He couldn't sleep for a week!

Amie: I get it.

Klara: Yeah, me too. I'll miss you so much when you leave.

Amie: Me too. But this isn't the last time we'll see each other, I mean… You won't get rid of me that easily.

Klara: No.

Amie: No.

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Mats: Well, you didn't get an extra graduation gift now.

Felicia: I already have everything I need.

Mats: Aren't you going down to Havslätt?

Felicia: Yeah… Yeah, I know. Yes. Yeah, I will. It's just that I don't want it to end.

Leila: That's what it does, unfortunately. Whether we want it to or not. But isn't it better to be there when it does than to be here?

Mats: Otherwise, mom and I will have to fix a party.

Felicia: No, I'm good, thanks.

-

Omar: What the hell…

Klara: Everything alright?

Omar: Yeah. Well, no… Shit, do you know how to do this?

Klara: Did you try plugging it into the right HDMI channel?

Omar: What?

Klara: Yeah.

Omar: Oh, shit. Okay, yeah. Thanks.

Klara: Aren't you asking me out on a date soon?

-

Amie: Hi.

Elias: Hi. So…

Amie: What? What is it?

Elias: Is my poker face that bad?

Amie: Yes, it is.

Elias: I wanted to drag this out.

Amie: Come on, say it.

Elias: I've been traded. I've been traded to NHL.

Amie: No.

Elias: Yeah.

Amie: Stop it, you're joking!

Elias: I'm going to LA. We're going to LA!

Amie: Are you serious?! Congratulations!

Elias: I love you.

Amie: I love you.

-

Ludde: No, you can't peek.

Felicia: The speech you held was nice, by the way. I could've gotten a little credit toward the end, maybe. But…

Ludde: Yeah, maybe. Nice bracelet.

Felicia: Thanks.

Ludde: Did you have a graduation party at home?

Felicia: No. A bunch of old people asking what's happening now, then? What does the future look like? No thanks, I can do without that.

Ludde: What does the future look like, then?

Felicia: Who knows? You'll move to London. First time in a new country. Scary. You'll… Get by with student loans. But only for a little while, because then you'll be discovered. Your future is crystal clear.

Ludde: And you, you'll… Get a job at the hospital. You will save the lives of grateful people every day.

Felicia: You will meet someone. A singer-songwriter. A muse who… You'll write all her songs, and… Love ballads.

Ludde: And you, you'll meet someone at work. A carpenter who comes in to the ER. He sawed his leg. It's love at first sight.

Felicia: A carpenter?

Ludde: A broker.

Felicia: No.

Ludde: Police? Inventor? Inventor, inventor. You and the inventor, you'll move into the rickety castle over by the cape and buy a cat.

Felicia: And you, then? You'll… Discover that this pop girl is totally humorless. She'll bore you in the long run.

Ludde: You'll discover that your inventor is an… Extreme snorer. It will be totally unbearable. You can't take it. The nights will be terribly difficult.

Felicia: Then you'll come back here. After twenty years or so. And then there's a reunion. Adam and Omar are organizing it, of course.

Ludde: Yeah, who else? We'll both be doubting a little whether we should go.

Felicia: But we'll go. We'll go, and… We see each other on the dance floor, and we feel young again. And then we'll dance all night. And then… Then everybody will understand, because it's us dancing. You and me. It's us after all. And your muse, she… She… She doesn't have to know anything.

Ludde: That sounds like a dream.

-

An Omar Khalil Production

Omar: Who do you think is the best in Eagles? In the hockey team? The goalie?

Guy: Yeah.

Omar: Who do you think is the best on the team? The goalie?

Everybody: Yeah. Yeah.

Omar: Kroon, hey. Say hello to the camera.

Teammate: Get the camera away.

Omar: Come on, the girls will…

Teammate: You're perverted.

Omar: So fucking easy! What do you say, boys?

Adam: Omar, it's a miracle! Woohoo!

The story of Eagles

Omar: Have you been in love during these years?

Girls: No. Yes you have. No, that was…

Omar: What happens after graduation?

Guy: I'm doing military service and then I'm travelling around the world with my girlfriend.

To our audience, to you all who have been with us since the beginning and followed us on this journey during our four seasons. THANK YOU. From the bottom of our hearts. Without you this wouldn't have been possible.

/The Eagles family

[lovedumbandbroke]

Sometimes I'm overwhelmed with the feeling that I'm not enough, that I never have been a nd never will be. And it's almost crippling.

Almost. Because when I want to be the cruelest I could be with myself, I remind the little girl hiding in my shadows, that I'll be enough eventually.

And she'll poke her head out from the safe, secure dark created, confused and a little skeptical. And I will just have to hold her hand while she navigates this unknown territory.

I can see her squint against the light and muscles flex, ready, waiting for something to go wrong. One sharp words, one raised eyebrow, one cold glance, one, one, one.

I look in the mirror and I don't see my sister in the reflection, there's no one behind me, no one in front and no one besides. And I take one tentative breathe, and another and another and another, until I remember what it was like to breathe free.

The little girls not there anymore, maybe she never was, but I'll still hold her hand, and tell her it's ok to adjust slowly and to relax her muscles. There is no danger I won't protect her from.

No more angry frowns or disappointed smiles, no more. I'll wash the past away with my future, and try not to drown myself in the process.

And I'll think, how long will it take? For me to be enough for myself, instead of for someone else. If it'll ever happen?

If I'll ever be able to look into ember eyes and tell that small, scared little girl that she's the best thing that's happened to me, that I'm the best thing that's happened to me.

"And God said, "Love your enemy, and I obeyed him and loved myself." - Khalil Gibran

But when did I become the enemy, where on this sick and twisted path did I lose who I was and gain what people thought of me?

Will I ever be able to let go?

[gambissanctum]

Nostalgia Ultra: KhalilX Jennifer (BlackLightning) Street Fighter Pt:1

Khalil POV

I spent most nights like this. AWAKE. It was better than the nightmares. So much death is on my hands. My memories are like a bloody museum with projections of my kills playing on the walls. I wonder if this life will ever offer me peace. It wasn’t likely dealing with Painkiller.

I sat up pondering my next move. The plan was to be out of Freeland a week ago. I had found sanctuary in my old cable car “apartment”.At least temporarily till I figured out where I was actually headed. Cutter had really done a number on the place I guess looking for Jenn and I while we were on the run. It was still inhabitable though and the ramen was still in the cabinet.

The last conversation between Jenn and I played over in my head more times than I’d like to admit. I couldn’t blame her or her reaction. It would be asking for too much. Why would anyway want to be around someone who could kill them or their family at any moment?

“Don’t take another step”. Jennifer held her hand out with a fireball of electricity ready to light my ass up as I approached her on the roof. “Yo, it's me, Jen. Khalil.” I tried to reassure her.

“For how long? You know, my sister was right about you. I don't know how I was so blind.” She snapped. Anissa had every reason to doubt my control over Painkiller since we’ve had our share of run-ins. Her telling Jennifer not to trust me was a given.

“I came to apologize. Look, I... I'm not myself anymore. I don't know who I am. But I do know that Painkiller is a part of me and he's not goin' away. And I have to learn to live with him.” I tried to plead my case. “ I don't. I know you can't see him... but when I look into Painkiller's eyes, there's nothin' there but death.” She rebutted. “Odell made me a weapon, but I know... I know deep down that I still have a soul, Jen. And I need you more than anyone to believe that.” I didn’t have many connections left in Freeland or life for that matter.I didn’t want Jennifer to see me as a monster. She had believed in me in all the dark moments even when I wanted to give up on myself. It helped me to keep fighting.I didn’t want to let her down.

“What Odell did to you was evil... but I can't love a weapon that's pointed at my family, even if it does have a soul.” At that point, I knew anything I said she wasn’t hearing it.I didn’t doubt she cared about me but I put her in an impossible situation.It was heartbreaking nonetheless.I felt a pain pierce through my chest. “See you around, Khalil.” She dismissed me and I knew it was over. I had to let her go right now. “No. You won't.” I assured her as I jumped off the roof. We had shared so many moments up there. This might have to be the last.

“Are you done?” Painkiller snarled. “Not right now PK” I replied. “You’re gonna have to get over that Pierce bitch one of these days and I mean if I had it my wa---.”You're not gonna have it your way” I interrupted. PK began pacing around our shared headspace. “You think you’re in pain? you have no idea track star” he scoffed.I didn’t want to go back and forth with him. He was good at striking a nerve. What he really wanted was a fight and so a fight he was gonna get.

photo credit:  superherocaps

Sorry this was short too lol I should have a bit more free time tomorrow. As always thanks for reading guys! XOXOXO

[negative-speedforce]

Prompt 4: "The house doesn't matter, you are my home."

With: My Jacob and Eric

"Is that everything?" Jacob asked, looking at his husband. Eric nodded.

"I'm going to miss this place." Eric pulled his long white hair from its bun, then retied it. "But it's probably a good idea to downsize, now that the kids have moved out.

"The house doesn't matter. You are my home." Jacob kissed his husband on the forehead. "But you're right. We've made a lot of good memories here." Jacob waved his hand over the inscriptions on the wall, showing his children's heights as they grew, and the text seemed to float off the doorframe, leaving a blank wall behind.

"Remember when Khalil had his first steps?" Eric asked. "Or when Cassandra broke her ankle, trying to ride her scooter in the house?"

"Of course." Jacob replied. "It was all in this very kitchen."

"Don't worry, Jacob." Eric said. "We'll make plenty of new memories in our new place. I was thinking we should adopt a cat, really lean into that witch stereotype, right?"

"Only if it's obscenely fluffy and stupid."

Eric laughed. "Sure. Why not?"

"Are you ready to move out?" Jacob asked.

Eric took a deep breath. "Yes. Yes I am."

"Are you sure you didn't leave any eldritch horrors in the bathroom?"

"Don't worry. As far as the next people know, the last tenants here were a nice, normal couple."

Jacob took Eric's hands, beginning to chant in Latin. "Umbrae noctis, leva nos, me adducere domum." Eric and Jacob melted into the shadows with their boxes, leaving to begin a new life in a new home.

domestic prompts for any characters! #s 1, 2, 4, 7, 10, & 12 :)

Prompt 12: "Ah, leftover takeout, the epitome of romance."

With: My OCs, Kyle and Max

"So, what's for dinner tonight?" Max asked, sprawled out on his boyfriend's couch. "Planning anything special?"

"I thought we could have a night in. Just the two of us." Kyle came back from the kitchen, two freshly microwaved plates of szechuan chicken and chow mein in hand.

Max laughed. "Ah, leftover takeout, the epitome of romance."

"Hey, you know I can't cook." Kyle set the plates down, curling up next to Max. "Wanna watch a movie?"

"Sure. Something scary, so when you're inevitably freaked out, you'll have to snuggle me." Max turned on the TV. "How does 'The Ring' sound?"

"Terrifying." Kyle replied.

"Good." Max turned on the movie. Sure enough, when Samara Morgan crawled out of the main character's TV, Kyle jumped, instinctively curling up closer to Max.

"You big sissy." Max rolled his eyes.

"I'm your big sissy."

"That's right, you are."