#idaho wine

[boisesocialite]

Experience the Magic: Sunnyslope Wine Festival 2024

[the-gom-jabbar]

Fremen: You must never ingest the Water of Life, Paul. It's highly dangerous, it will kill-

Paul:

[manifestdestinytarot]

104/366 - personal•spiritual•political

[missperegrines]

Contemporary Wine Cellar - Wine Cellar Wine cellar - mid-sized contemporary slate floor wine cellar idea with storage racks

[shiftythrifting]

May I present to you...this fuckin monstrosity. This was at a Boise, Idaho goodwill a few weeks ago. It's huge, it has a power outlet in it, it has a fan unit on the back of it. It would hold so much wine. Someone was clearing out the McMansion for sure. Goodwill had it priced at like $40, I can only imagine that would be a steal if you have space for a wine wardrobe.

[mystra-midnight]

How Bright The Moon

summary: the duke would be furious to learn that his swordmaster had compromised his daughter. yet each stroke of his lips and caress of his fingers against your soft skin was welcomed, repaid in kind as you preened beneath his touches, begging for more without words.

warnings: 18+ only. pet names; (princess). semi-public setting. fingering. hinted age gap. orgasm denial. soft!dom duncan. reader has it bad, bad, bad for him and we absolutely cannot blame her.

words: 1k.

notes: i don't know what to tell you. i evidently cannot stick to one fandom. so here is some duncan idaho love.

Duncan had you in one of the little alcoves, hidden in a shroud of darkness. The bulk of his frame shadowed yours as flashes of lightning from the waning storm bled through the windows. He tasted sweet, no, not sweet but dangerous— forbidden.

In a haze of lust, you pressed against him, soft curves melding into the rugged outline of his masculine frame.

You were smitten, hopelessly and irrevocably lost in the spell he weaved. Duncan Idaho did not need the Voice to control you; his mouth already did that. He held your hip in one large hand, fingertips pressing hard into your skin, yet he was gentle, impossibly patient.

"Princess," he whispered, his breath warm on your lips as he swallowed your soft sighs. You pressed tighter against him, hips rolling, seeking friction as his opposite hand disappeared beneath the layers of your skirts.

The Duke would be furious to learn that his swordmaster had compromised his daughter. Yet each stroke of his lips and caress of his fingers against your soft skin was welcomed, repaid in kind as you preened beneath his touches, begging for more without words.

"Duncan," you whimpered, your words not a whisper but an exhale, a mix of desperation and absolute longing. Your hands moved of their own accord, sliding down his back, feeling the hard planes of muscle beneath his armour, memorising the outlines of his body.

Duncan felt the worship in your touch, the reverence that sent shivers down his spine and ignited a fire in his bones. Unabhased, as though in a trance, his lips moved against yours, taking what was given and what was wanted before parting to allow his tongue room to roam— and roam it did.

You tasted sweet, like honeysuckles and ocean spray: delicate and enchanting. As your hands continued their exploration, finding the clasps of his belt, you found yourself pressed further against the wall, trapped between the solid stone and his broad frame.

"Tell me what you want." Duncan's voice was husky with desire, a low growl, his tone dripping with something you could only describe as pure, unfiltered desire. "I will give you the stars and the moons if you ask for them."

You whimpered in response, his name tumbling from your lips in a hushed moan, the sound racing through his veins. You tasted him and swallowed down the full-bodied flavour of him with a deliberate and delicate moan. Breath ceased, his, yours, becoming trapped in your lungs at the push of his tongue into your mouth, the touch of his to yours, the wet glide.

He knew— he understood your silent pleas, and his fingers moved slowly, methodically, slipping beneath the layers of your skirts to slide across the damp curls at the apex of your thighs. You gasped into the kiss when his fingers teased the edges of your folds, slipping and sliding but never pressing inside.

"Tell me," he said again, his thumb brushing against your sensitive bud. He was gentle, almost too much so, the rough pads of his fingers gliding across your skin. It was then that you felt the cold metal of his rings press against your folds, slick and ready for him, as a single finger slid into you, the sensation causing you to shudder. You bucked your hips, desperate for more.

"Please," you pleaded, and his lips returned to yours, his tongue slipping past the seam of your mouth. You tasted the sweetness of the wine he had drunk earlier, a faint tang you could not place. His thumb rubbed circles over your clit, and you arched into him, your head thrown back against the wall, leaving his mouth to explore the elegant slope of your neck. 

He withdrew his finger, only to add a second, the stretch burning yet feeling oh-so-good. You cried out, the sound coming from deep in your throat, and your walls clenched around his fingers. His breath was hot on your skin, his lips pressing open-mouthed kisses against the column of your neck.

You gasped as his thumb continued its relentless assault, sending shocks of pleasure through you with every touch. "Duncan, I—"

"Not yet," he said, cutting you off, his voice firm. His lips trailed along your neck, sending shivers down your spine before finally finding yours. He captured your plump lower lip between his teeth, biting down gently to suppress the moans and cries that threatened to escape. "Let me take care of you," he murmured.

You could feel the tension building, a mounting crescendo of pleasure as his fingers teased you, sending wave after wave of pleasure rippling through your body. Your legs were weak, and your knees buckled, but his strong arms held you up, pinning you firmly against the wall.

"Duncan, please." You whispered, a hint of urgency in your tone. "Please, I need— I need you."

"Not yet, princess," he cooed, his thumb still circling your clit, the pressure increasing. You trembled against him.  You were close, so close, but he kept you balanced on the edge, euphoria just out of reach. You were about to protest when he silenced you with a searing kiss, his tongue sliding into your mouth, exploring every inch of you.

When he pulled away, you gasped for air, flushed cheeks and swollen lips. You stared up at him with wide doe-eyes and dilated pupils, and his blue-grey swallowed the green of your irises. Your nails bit into his armour, desperate to anchor yourself in the storm he invoked.

"Please," you murmured again, the word barely audible. "I need you— now."

That was all he needed to hear; his own desire surged to its breaking point. He withdrew his fingers, leaving you with a sudden, aching emptiness. "Tonight, princess. You can wait that long, can you not?" His words, meant to tease, seemed as much a reminder to himself. The gentle hum of a glowglobe drew his attention. You yearned to hold onto him, to keep him close, but he had to leave.

Duty called, and it could not be ignored.

[allwaswell16]

A One Direction fic rec of fics where a character asks another character who did this to you or something similar as requested in this ask. If you enjoy the fics, please leave kudos and comments for the writers! You can find my other fic recs here. Happy reading!

— Louis/Harry —

💢 Remember Me Before You by @kingsofeverything

(E, 293k, New Girl au) Desperate to find a new place to live after he comes home to find his boyfriend cheating, Harry moves into a loft with three strangers.

💢 Undone, Undress by @angelichl

(E, 134k, uni) Louis' new roommate is shy, skittish, and flinches at the slightest sounds. He's an art major who gets drunk on cherry wine, wears lacy lingerie, and shows up late at night covered in bruises that blossom across his skin like flowers.

💢 Rogue by Laventriloque

(NR, 95k, a/b/o) Louis is a rogue Omega who's suffered through rejection and abuse for the biggest part of his life. He stumbles onto the Styles pack, quite possibly the kindest one he's ever met.

💢 Here In The Afterglow by fondleeds / @harrybridgers

(NR, 88k, hurt/comfort) 1970’s AU. In a tiny town in Idaho, Louis’ life is changed forever by the arrival of a curious stranger.

💢 Spell my name wrong and take me in your arms by phacochere_9

(NR, 65k, coffee shop) Harry is in an abusive relationship. He meets Louis, the cute barista with all the tattoos.

💢 Petrichor by spotofpurple

(T, 64k, book store) When Harry has a panic attack in front of Louis’ bookshop and the older boy helps him, a weird friendship is formed. And soon developed into something neither of the boys expected.

💢 Strong in the Broken Places by @phdmama

(E, 46k, famous/not famous) A chance encounter leads Louis to a new job opportunity, and new relationships that will change his entire life.

💢 Buried Like Treasure by QuickedWeen / @becomeawendybird

(E, 40k, royal au) Semi-retired thief Louis Tomlinson has been pulled in for one last job: steal a painting from an uninhabited mansion. Neither one of them expects a natural disaster.

💢 Through a Mirror Dimly by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup

(M, 38k, uni au) Harry Styles, in his first year at university, has just been kicked out of one dorm and doesn't want to deal with yet another snobby, rich roommate. They don't get along, and that's just how it is, until circumstances force them to reevaluate.

💢 where the lights are beautiful by twoshipsdrifting / @polkadotlou

(M, 31k, a/b/o) the accidental bonding a/b/o fic

💢 Home (It's You) by sunniskies

(M, 28k, a/b/o) Louis and Harry are neighbors who can't seem to get along...until they fall in love.

💢 Keep You Sheltered From The Storm That's Raging On. by alxclightwood / @brooklynbis

(T, 7k, established relationship) Louis is possibly the best teacher ever, Harry owns his own bakery, and both give up their night to help a young student in trouble.

💢 I'd never hurt you by Larryswonderworld

(NR, 6k, established relationship) In which Harry gets beaten by a homophobic asshole, Harry's parents are sure that Louis is the one who causes the bruises on Harry's body, Louis just wants to help.

💢 Together We're the Greatest by @hellolovers13

(E, 4k, exes) It's not the first time Louis has to stitch Harry back together, but Louis will make sure it is the last.

💢 Healing Love by chaotic_muffin

(NR, 1k, a/b/o) Harry Styles, an omega, runs away from his abusive parents and lands in Louis Tomlinson's territory without realizing it.

— Rare Pairs —

💢 You remember burning cigarettes in my skin? by Ziamismyotp

(M, 41k, Zayn/Liam) where Zayn made it out of a bad relationship alive but you never come out of those things completely unscratched, do you?

💢 for your eyes only by @muldxr

(M, 9k, Harry/James Bond) While on a dangerous mission, 007 reunites with an old flame.

[unknownperson246]

Daddy Wants You Slut chapter 5: Nightmare On The Road

words: 636

warnings: *fluff* *alcohol* *pregnancy* *nightmare*

It's been a couple of weeks since the concert in Nevada. You are now in Idaho.  You are laying in bed feeling achy. Nikki is getting ready to take you to the doctor for an update on his baby. Nikki makes you go to the doctor with him every 3 weeks whenever you guys are in another state because he wants to make sure you and the baby are doing fine. You guys drive down to the doctor's office. He holds your hand. You explain to the doctor that you're pregnant and want to check on the baby. The doctor takes you to a room with Nikki.

“So are you guys from around here?” the doctor asks you.

“No” Nikki responds.

“I could tell,” the doctor says.

The doctor snaps his gloves on and lifts your shirt. He smears the clear gel on your lower belly. He takes the wand and carefully moves it around. You look over to the monitor in awe as you can see your baby. You can hear the rhythm of its heartbeat. 

“The baby is healthy for how big it is” The doctor explains.

The doctor hands you a napkin and you start to wipe the gel clean from your belly. You put your shirt back down. 

“Okay, you guys should be good to go.” The doctor says.

You and Nikki start to walk out of the doctor's room and head back to the rental car. You guys head back to the hotel in Idaho. You find Vince Tommy and Mick in your guy’s hotel room. 

“What are you guys doing here?” You ask them.

“We wanted to hang out with you guys,” Tommy says.

“Do you guys have any booze?” you ask Tommy. 

“Y/N I don’t think it's good for you to drink when you're pregnant,” Vince says.

“I only want a sip. I miss the taste of wine” You say looking at Mick and his wine bottle.

“Y/N you can't drink not right now,” Mick says.

“Just one sip right, nothing more?” Vince asks you.

“Never mind I don’t want to risk anything,” You say to Vince.

“I'm so tired right now” you yawn.

You go over to the bed and fall asleep quickly. Nikki, Vince, Tommy, and Mick talk in a whisper so you don't wake up. You fall asleep and have a horrible nightmare. You start to twist and turn in your sleep.

“No please no” You mutter and sob.

“No don't do this please don't do this to my baby” you cry out as you protect your belly.

All of them look at you in concern. Nikki comes up to you and shakes you awake.

“Hey wake up babe,” Nikki says as he shakes your shoulder.

“Nikki they hurt my baby” You sob.

“Hey it's okay it's okay,” Nikki says softly as he brings you into his chest.

“Who hurt our baby?” Nikki asks.

“There were men in dark-colored clothing. It was like a horror movie. It was a terrible nightmare” You say trying not to cry.

“Y/N it was just a nightmare it wasn't real” Nikki whispers in your ear.

“I know but what if it becomes real?” you say petrified.

“It won't I'll make sure of that,” Nikki says reassuringly.

“We will make security tighter and make sure no harm comes to you or the baby,” Tommy says to you, placing a hand on your shoulder to help you calm down.

Vince and Mick start to agree. You get out of bed and join Mick and Vince on the couch. Tommy and Nikki follow you. Mick, Vince, and Tommy decide to leave to let you and Nikki rest. Nikki and you cozy up on the bed and take a nap. He protectively spoons you, holding you tight so you feel safe.

[briarpatch-kids]

The crop conditions in idaho are really unique so we have a lot of weird agriculture facts like how we produce 5 of the 6 types of wheat, a huge amount of the world's hops, a full quarter of the nation's onions, our own official wine regions, and like... a shitload of other stuff. I don't know why the potato commission owns the agriculture propaganda. We're in the top 10 producers on more than 30 different agricultural commodities.

[boisesocialite]

Experience the Magic: Sunnyslope Wine Festival 2024

Gather your friends, mark your calendars, and prepare your taste buds for an unforgettable experience at the Sunnyslope Wine Festival on September 1, 2024! Nestled in the picturesque landscape of Caldwell, Idaho, this festival promises a day full of delightful discoveries, live entertainment, and, of course, world-class wines.

A Sip of Idaho's Finest

Imagine yourself surrounded by rolling vineyards with a glass of exquisite wine in hand. This year, 15 prominent wineries from the Sunnyslope Wine Trail will be showcasing their best selections. Whether you're a seasoned connoisseur or a casual enthusiast, the variety and quality of wines on offer will leave you impressed. Each sip tells a story of Idaho's rich terroir and the passion of its winemakers.

More Than Just Wine

But the Sunnyslope Wine Festival is about more than just wine. As you wander through the festival, the sounds of live music will fill the air, creating the perfect backdrop for your wine-tasting journey. From soulful acoustic sets to lively bands, the music will enhance your experience and keep your spirits high.

Feeling peckish? The festival's food trucks have you covered. Offering a range of delectable bites, these culinary delights are designed to complement your wine tasting, ensuring your palate is continuously delighted. And for those looking for a unique souvenir or gift, the artisan vendors present a treasure trove of art, crafts, and other intriguing items.

Join the Fun

The Sunnyslope Wine Festival isn't just an event; it's a community celebration. Engage in the excitement of the silent auction, where you'll find unique items and experiences up for grabs. Meet fellow wine lovers, share stories, and perhaps discover your new favorite bottle together.

Event Details

Date: September 1st, 2024

Time: 12:00 PM - 5:00 PM

Location:  Ste. Chapelle Winery, 19348 Lowell Rd, Caldwell, Idaho 83607

Tickets:

Tasting Ticket: $60 (includes wine passport, complimentary wine glass, live music, food trucks, and shopping from local artisans)

Designated Driver Ticket: $25 (excludes wine tastings; includes live music, food trucks, and shopping)

VIP Tables: $80 (seats up to 8 guests, includes a 2-bottle wine bag for each guest)

Remember, all attendees must present a valid ID at the gate. While the tasting ticket grants you access to an array of wine samples, even designated drivers can enjoy the vibrant atmosphere and purchase wine bottles to take home.

Reflecting on Last Year

Last year’s festival was an absolute blast! I attended with a group of my girlfriends, and enjoyed all the yummy wine and shopping from local vendors. The setting was perfect, the wines were exceptional, and the company was even better. If this year’s festival is anything like last year’s, attendees are in for an amazing time.

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Wineries Scheduled to Attend

Dunning Estates

Famici Wine Co.

Free Dog Wines

Fujishin Estate Winery

Hat Ranch Winery

Hells Canyon Winery & Zhoo Zhoo Wines

Huston Vineyards

Kindred Vineyards

Koenig Vineyards

Parma Ridge Winery

Sawtooth Winery

Scoria Vineyards

Ste. Chapelle Winery

Vizcaya Winery

Williamson Orchards & Vineyards

Special Guest Wineries

Cinder Wines

Rolling Hills Vineyard

Telaya Wine Company

Veer Wine Project

Morris Hill Wine Co.

Get Your Tickets Now!

Don’t miss out on this once-a-year extravaganza. Whether you're a wine aficionado or just looking for a fun day out, the Sunnyslope Wine Festival is the place to be. Secure your tickets now and get ready to experience the magic of Idaho’s wine country.

We can't wait to raise a glass with you at Ste. Chapelle Winery on September 1st. Cheers to another unforgettable Sunnyslope Wine Festival!

xoxo,

The Boise Socialite

[fandomgeeknerd]

fun fact i just learned

according to a 2013 study the ppl of Idaho consume wine more than any other state in the US

does that mean idaho should be wine drunk in wttt most of the time

[hometoursandotherstuff]

Gorgeous Craftsman bungalow- look at the details in the columns. This is called an Airplane style home, b/c the dormer on top looks like the cockpit. It was built in 1910 in Boise, Idaho, has 4bd., 2ba., $868K.

Beautiful porch with a swing and a view of the classic white picket fence. How homey is this?

This is so much better than yesterday’s Craftsman where the wood was completely painted gray. I don’t even mind that the brick on the fireplace is painted.

You can tell that they redid the wood, stripping it and refreshing the finish.

Lovely family room off the living room. 

Beautiful built-in hutch in the dining room. 

I don’t mind the kitchen remodel- Shaker cabinets are timeless and I like the color. 

Here’s something you don’t see often, the main bd. has a built-in headboard w/lamps and nightstands. 

There’s a nice closet in the attic.

Remodeled shower room. I still like subway tile.

Nice secondary bd. 

Very nice- beadboard wainscoting and classic tile.

Wow, pocket doors and a spacious secondary bd.

Here we are in the “cockpit.” Isn’t this a cool space?

The stone foundation makes a perfect wine cellar.

The yard is beautifully designed and landscaped.

Cute little country garage.

Idyllic neighborhood.

And, even a hiking trail for the new buyer and dog.

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[kleenexwoman]

Part 2 of this prompt by @russolaw : A TKK3 AU where Daniel and Johnny end up together.

TW: sexual exploitation.

4) Johnny gave Terry Silver the only nickname he ever really liked.

Sometimes, when he had a lot of money in his wallet, Johnny thought about skipping town. Landing in someplace small and boring, enrolling in high school for his last year, being a pretty and dangerous stranger on a motorcycle like James Dean, and having the kind of senior year he’d always wanted to. Someplace where tall blondes with perfect bodies weren’t a dime a dozen and turning yourself into a lethal weapon wasn’t just another accomplishment to put on your college application or your acting portfolio.

But then he’d catch sight of the city from the beach, the hills glowing with neon, and he’d remember that this was where people from those small towns skipped town for, the place everyone wanted to be. That Los Angeles was the City of Dreams. That it was better to be a hooker in L.A. than the mayor of any shit hick burg in Idaho or Iowa or Indiana or wherever it was that people who weren’t from someplace cool like Los Angeles came from.

Because the thing was that you could only ever be who they let you be in a small town. But you could be whoever you wanted to be in L.A., that was kind of the point of the place. And there was always a chance that you’d make it.

Johnny kept an eye out for nice cars that weren’t flashy. That meant professional men, not dealers. Professional men like Sid, although he didn’t want to get with someone like Sid, someone old and mean and demanding. He slept with them, but tried not to spend the night if he didn’t like them. One night could turn into two too easily, and then you were trapped if you weren’t careful. You didn’t need to get pregnant to be trapped, all you needed was something only he could give you. Car payments, a phone line, anything long-term. Johnny took gifts, but never anything that needed to be cared for or kept alive, and nothing that couldn’t fit in his Avanti.

Tiger had a long black ponytail and looked young, maybe like he was only a few years older than Johnny. He drove a silver Porsche Spyder the night they met, just like James Dean, and Johnny liked how well he handled the car. He told Johnny to call him something, but a motorcycle roared by and Johnny couldn’t quite hear.

“Tig?” Johnny asked, and leaned forward to show off his pecs. He was wearing a thin white tank top that he’d torn the bottom off to make it a crop top. He giggled and fluffed back his hair, which was growing out pretty long around his shoulders at this point. “Like Tigger? The tiger?”

“Yeah, Tiger,” the man said, and grinned. “Call me Tiger. I like that.”

Tiger liked it when Johnny pulled off the elastic band of his ponytail. He laughed and let his hair stream in the wind as they drove up winding canyon roads to his big sprawling house, pulled Johnny out of the car and carried him over the threshold like a bride, then crawled over him growling and kissed him on the mouth. He claimed Johnny and left red bite marks on his throat and shoulders, then carried him to a gigantic tub and fucked him again before sponging him off with something that smelled like sandalwood and leather. Then he ordered them gigantic burgers, bright red in the middle, and steak fries with garlic sauce instead of ketchup. He drank wine while Johnny drank beer, dipping his fries in the white sauce and eating them one by one as Johnny wolfed down the burger.

Johnny felt baptized, and slid into Tiger’s lap the next morning after a breakfast of lox and bagels.

“Looks like someone’s enjoying the hospitality,” Tiger said, and let him stay. He moved the Avanti into his garage and gave Johnny a Firebird, set him up in the guest room next to his and insisted on having it redecorated to match Johnny’s tastes. Johnny didn’t have any particular tastes in decorating, so Tiger picked out a riot of neon shapes and checkerboard that he said mirrored Johnny’s youthful dynamism and beautiful chaos.

Tiger said a lot of weird shit and liked weird shit, which Johnny was mostly alright with except when he’d huff and puff because Johnny didn’t get some weird movie or enjoy some dish Tiger served him with green stuff in it. He liked dressing Johnny up in shiny leather and plastic and putting makeup on him, liked taking him to clubs where people got tied up and hit each other with weird shit or shocked each other with what looked like little cattle prods. He’d pause in front of watching some guy get wax dripped on him or some girl get hung from the ceiling by her tits and ask Johnny if it turned him on, if he’d like to try it. Sometimes Johnny tried getting zapped or hit with something just to see if he could take it, but he never could say he got out of it what any of the rest of them did. It just looked too complicated, all the electric stuff and the special clothes and the tools – wasn’t sex supposed to be about body to body, skin to skin?

Tiger liked giving him presents, but after a while he stopped giving Johnny money. When Johnny asked for it, he’d ask why. He paid for everything Johnny needed, after all. Did Johnny want more clothes? More jewelry? Another car? He’d get Johnny another car. He’d take Johnny out to dinner, send the maid out grocery shopping. What did he need quarters to call home for if he had a phone in his car, a phone that Tiger paid for?

5) When Johnny saw Daniel, he knew something was very wrong.

As far as Johnny knew, Tiger was just a rich guy with a taste for Japanese decorating. All the rich guys were into that, since they were going over to Japan to make deals all the time. So he had a few katanas on his wall and liked to swan around in a yukata sometimes, that didn’t have to mean anything.

He hadn’t mentioned to Tiger that he did karate. He didn’t tell anybody about that, since that kind of brag could pretty easily get you on the wrong end of a gun out on the streets. Nobody was all that impressed with karate once you got out of high school.

So it was a hell of a surprise for him to come downstairs in a pair of briefs and an Aerosmith crop top one afternoon, hoping to find Tiger bored in his office, only to come face-to-face with Daniel LaRusso rambling about something dumb at his boyfriend while Tiger wrapped LaRusso’s bloody knuckles in bandages.

“What the hell is he doing here?” Johnny yelped from the staircase. He stopped short, body frozen, eyes on Tiger.

“What the hell is he doing here?” Daniel yelled at about the same time, pulling away from Tiger’s with a betrayed look. He backed away toward the front door, hands up in a defensive stance, ready to strike.

“I’m helping him.” Tiger seemed caught between the both of them. “Both of you–I’m helping you. I’m trying to help you both.”

Daniel opened his mouth, then closed it and shook his head.

“Help me?” Johnny shook his head. “What am I, a fucking charity case to you?”

“Your sensei,” Tiger blurted out. “I knew him. It was his last wishes–if I found you–”

“You knew Kreese?” Johnny gripped the banister. The room reeled. “His last–he’s dead?”

“Oh, this is bullshit,” Daniel said. His mouth stretched out in a sardonic grin, and his eyes darted around the room. “This is such bullshit. I can't believe you right now."

“How did he die?” Johnny’s legs went numb, and he let himself drop to the stairs. “How?”

“Brick to the gas pedal.” Tiger imitated dropping something, then cocked his hand in an L and placed the tip of his index finger to his temple. “Gun to the forehead. He sent me a letter–”

“I can’t believe you’re actually listening to this,” Daniel interrupted. “You know he’s lying. He’s gotta be lying, right?”

“He sent you a letter?” Johnny repeated, dumbfounded. Puzzle pieces spun in his head, bouncing off each other. Everything was too big and nothing fit together, and he wanted to retch it all out suddenly. “About me. And that’s why–that’s–”

“I thought you’d get scared and leave if you knew.” Tiger shook his head. “I shouldn’t have kept it from you, Johnny. I’m sorry.”

“He’s not sorry.” Daniel’s voice broke in clear and loud. “Look at him. He’s not sorry. He’s not even telling the truth. How useful is that? He’s just making up whatever he wants you to hear. I bet there’s no letter. I bet that asshole isn’t even dead.”

The look on Tiger’s face told Johnny everything.

6) Tiger didn’t even try to stop him from leaving.

He stood there, smug, while Johnny fished through his wardrobe for the jeans and T-shirt he’d brought with him. Asked Johnny where he thought he was going to go, since Tiger paid for everything he had.

“It’s not like I’d tell you,” Johnny said, and shoved a handful of silver and sapphire jewelry into his backpack. Tiger bought him sapphires to go with his eyes all the time.

“But you’re taking my presents,” Tiger said, pointedly.

“You gave ‘em to me,” Johnny said, and didn’t mention the cash that he kept in a pair of gym socks stuck in the lining of the backpack. That was nearly every bill he’d ever squirreled away from Tiger at this point.

“I’ll be able to find you no matter where you go,” Tiger said.

“Whatever,” Johnny said, and slung his backpack over his shoulder.

“You’ll never truly be able to escape me.” Tiger followed him down the hall. “I’ll always be looking over your shoulder. I’ll be everywhere you go.”

“Have fun with that,” Johnny said.

“Every job you get,” Tiger said. “Everywhere you live, everywhere you so much as lay your head. Every time you swipe a credit card. Every phone call you–”

“You and the goddamn United States government,” Johnny said.

“You’ll never, ever be free of me if you choose to walk out that door,” Tiger said. “Never. Not in your life.”

“Let me ask you something.” Johnny grabbed the keys to his Avanti and turned around. “Why bother with me? If you were training him?”

“You should be asking me why I bothered with him,” Tiger said. “When I had you.”

“Why didn’t you train me?” Johnny asked. “Is it because I lost?”

Tiger blinked.

“It’s because I lost,” Johnny said, and stepped into the garage.

“He wanted me to avenge you,” Tiger said. “To avenge Cobra Kai. I was training him wrong, Johnny, I’ve been training him to lose. I have this fighter, his name is Michael, he’s amazing–”

“But you didn’t train me,” Johnny said, and opened the door to the Avanti.

“I wanted to keep you,” Tiger said, and it sounded like he was about to cry. “I didn’t want to put you out on the mat, Johnny. I just wanted you to be mine.”

Johnny sat in the Avanti and didn’t look at Tiger.

“Sensei is alive, isn’t he,” Johnny said, finally.

“I’ll take you to him.” Tiger sounded desperate. “Yes, he’s alive. He’d want to see you, Johnny. He’d want to know you’re okay.”

“But he doesn’t know.” Johnny’s voice cracked in his ears.

“No,” Tiger said. “No. He doesn’t. I didn’t tell him I found you.”

Johnny started the car.

“I don’t have to, Johnny.” Tiger raised his voice. “It can just be us.”

“You can tell him I don’t need his goddamn avenging.” Johnny swallowed around the lump in his throat. “Just leave Daniel alone. He’s not the one who tried to fucking strangle me.”

Tiger put his own hand around his throat. His expression didn’t change as he watched Johnny drive away.

7) Finding Daniel was surprisingly difficult, but finding Miyagi was easy.

Of course there was no “Daniel LaRusso” in the Yellow Pages. That would have made it too easy. There were fifteen entries for LaRusso in general, but none of them were Daniel. Johnny called all of them, but two of them weren’t even in order, five just rang for about a dozen rings, and three hung right up on him when he asked for Daniel. The rest said they didn’t know of a Daniel at all.

He even called Ali, but hung up before anyone picked up. How the hell was he supposed to explain what he was doing anyway? That he’d dropped out of high school because he suddenly couldn’t face being himself or living in anything like the life he’d been living? That he’d uncovered some kind of bizarre revenge plot against her ex-boyfriend that was somehow his fault in the first place, and that he had to make it right? That he didn’t even want to talk to her, but that he knew the boy he’d tormented for half a year was somehow his only chance at making anything right for himself?

It had been Miyagi that saved him, but there wasn’t even a single Miyagi in the Yellow Pages. Johnny wiped away a frustrated tear and switched to the White Pages. Cobra Kai was listed under the Karate Dojos, and he had to stop and breathe hard for a few minutes when he saw the name. But there wasn’t any Miyagi dojo, so that didn’t help him. He switched over to Japanese Cultural Businesses, and there between Marukai Market and Nihon Books and Art was Mr. Miyagi’s Little Trees.

Johnny sped across the valley. Miyagi came out just as he parked the car outside the store.

“No trouble today,” Miyagi said, like Johnny was selling it from door to door. “Please. Enough today.”

“It’s about Daniel,” Johnny said. “There’s something I think he needs to know.”

“Revenge plot, yes.” Miyagi sighed, and looked tired. “Daniel-san drop out of tournament already, okay? That enough? Revenge, good? Over?”

“It’s not me,” Johnny said. “I promise. It’s not me. I never wanted this.”

“Then what?” Miyagi glanced over his shoulder into the shop.

“I just wanted to see him,” Johnny said.

“Shop closed,” Miyagi said. “Daniel-san no seeing anyone.”

A high whistle filled the air.

“Kettle,” Miyagi said. “For tea.”

“Tell him Kreese is alive,” Johnny said, and remembered what Tiger had said about watching him everywhere he went. “Just… Just tell him to watch out, I guess.”

“Oni sensei alive.” Miyagi frowned, then looked over his shoulder at the shop.

The high whistle sputtered and faded.

“Five minutes!” Miyagi called towards the store. “Wait five–excuse Miyagi, please–”

“I don’t have anywhere else to go.” The words came tumbling out of Johnny’s mouth. “This is the last place I can go and I don’t have anywhere else, okay? And I think I need him. Or you. Or whatever’s in–whatever it is that you teach. I think I need to at least talk to him. I need to protect him, okay? I don’t know why Tiger’s obsessed with him, I don’t know why they’re obsessed with him, but I need–I need to figure it out. At least let me try to figure it out. Please?”

“Ahh.” Miyagi nodded and closed his eyes for a moment. “Your rival. Like Rikiishi to Joe Yabuki.”

“I don’t–who?” Johnny shook his head. “Who’s that?”

“From Ashita no Joe,” Miyagi said. He glanced towards the shop one last time, then beckoned Johnny to follow him. “A comic book from Japan. Come, have tea. Miyagi have all twenty volumes.”

That was good enough. Johnny followed him.

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something in the static by @bonerot19

on the American tragedy, rivers, parents that loved you up until the time they couldn’t save you, friendship, Hamlet, the seemingly unending darkness at the end of the tunnel and then, nevertheless, the light.

nodus tollens definition, Eunoia / Sisyphus, Andrew Bird / THE NIGHT BEFORE I LEAVE HOME, Elisa Gonzalez / After the Movie, Marie Howe + Ivan the Terrible and His Son Ivan, Ilya Repin / The Great Gatsby, Francis Scott Fitzgerald / Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides, Anne Carson + Van Gogh Never Watched The World Burn, Aja Trier / A Little Life, Hanya Yanagihara / @/bitsbyt3s on Twitter / An American Tragedy (1931) movie poster / Rivers, Nicolás Guilén + Ophelia, John Everett Millais / Funeral for Unreturned Ashes, Travis Chi Wing Lau / Homesick, Noah Kahan / “The world is a beautiful place,” Lawrence Ferlinghetti + Hamlet’s ‘Antic Disposition’, Reviews Rangs and Rambles / The Holdovers (2023) / Nothing Changes, Hadestown / Another Day, @/lesley-oldaker on devianart / Some days of wine and pastry, Samiya Bashir / First Light Last, Paul Mariani / Poster by Despair, Inc. / My Own Private Idaho, @bellamysgriffin / Disco Elysium / @catadromously / Dead Stars, Ada Limón + phot from pexels by cottonbro studio / The View Between Villages (Extended Version), Noah Kahan /@catadromously / An Incomplete List Of Platonic Soulmates, Molly Burford / énouement definition, eunoia

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Castle Ficlet: All the Lights Shine 1/1

All the Lights Shine

 Rick appears at her elbow just as she's dropped down in the plush armchair. It had taken double the time it usually does to get the kids to settle and now she is ready to fall asleep without needing any prompting.

 "Hey," he greets, leaning over to kiss her hair. "Sorry I didn't make it upstairs."

 She waves him off; he'd been on a call with Paula about rescheduling an appearance that would've required them to leave early. She would rather him take care of that than end up cutting their vacation short so he can get to some bookstore in the middle of Idaho, or wherever it was supposed to be.

 "It's fine. They were maniacs, but I think they finally stopped wrestling long enough to let sleep catch up with them."

 He chuckles. "I'll check on them in a bit. For now, though," he trails off, looking over his shoulder. "Come on, come see what your dad and I finished today."

 Kate whines quietly. "I was just about to read two pages and then doze off."

 That gets an actual laugh out of him. "You can do that outside, too. Come on. You'll like it."

 She lets him haul her out of the chair, nudging her nose against his once they're close enough. "You say that about a lot of things, Castle. You know that right?"

 He grins, dropping a kiss on her mouth before spinning her around. "I do. And you've ended up liking almost all of them." He puts his hands on her shoulders, leading her through the living room and to the side door leading to the wraparound part of the porch.

 Her eyes widen as they step out. Gone is the dark, empty deck. In its place is a warmly lit, comfortable sitting area. Two chairs with throw pillows in the seats await them, and there's a bottle of wine and two glasses on the little table in the center.

 "Rick…"

 "Told you you'd like it," he murmurs, brushing her cheek with his lips. "Go sit, have some wine. Read your two pages and doze off. I'll be back after I check on the kids."

 She grins, moving forward and sinking onto the seat, releasing a quiet sigh.

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ineta (i)

"What do you say, Ineta? Is he insignificant enough to die a fast death?"

Pairing: Duncan Idaho x OC

Warnings: violence, blood, brief discussion of sexual harassment

Summary: a chance reunion with duncan idaho gives ineta the chance of a lifetime to get out from under the thumbs of the Harkonnens.

A/N: slowburnnnn

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The wine smells especially pungent today. As Ineta pours it into the Baron's cup, its scent seems to cling to her, metallic and a little sulfurous. And yet she's grateful for it today; its odor almost distracts her from the wet crunch of breaking ribs as Count Rabban pummels his prisoner further into the ground.

Maybe it's not the wine that smells metallic, she thinks, eyeing the growing puddles of blood on the floor. As they grow ever larger, so does the tremble in her hands. She looks instead to the high, vaulted ceiling of the hall where her master took meals.

Every night, she stood at dinner with a pitcher of wine in her arms. It was a duty she addressed with distant dread, an ordeal to be endured patiently in exchange for the relative security and even dignity it offered in the House of the Harkonnens. Frankly, it was a job she much preferred over having to scrub floors or sweep vents. Besides, the Harkonnens were not a sentimental bunch, but they were proud. They would never let anyone with Harkonnen blood, even the illegitimate sort, to stoop so low. For their own reputations, of course.

Ineta ponders this, not realizing that Rabban was staring at her intently now.

"Ineta," he calls, slightly out of breath from beating the soldier so harshly. As he gestures for her to approach him, the Baron stirs uneasily, grunting his disapproval from behind several mouthfuls of honeyed duck.

"Yes, Your Lordship?" she replies obediently. Ineta has mastered the art of standing delicately, like a lady would, with her hands folded before her and her face trained into a pleasantly neutral expression. Something close to docile, but not anything so violent as eager or happy.

"What do you think?" Rabban hoists the prisoner to his feet. "Did I do well to bring you a traitor to our house? Do you recognize him?"

Ineta studies the prisoner's broken face dutifully, observing the swells of broken skin and matted hair where his forehead would have been and the unnatural angle his broken nose twisted. The man's eyes were so swollen, she could not see the whites of them. She meets the Count's eyes again, hoping her shaking hands were not noticeable.

"No, Count, who is he?"

"This is none other than Duncan Idaho, pretty. None other than your childhood sweetheart, you remember? And now he's a boy playing soldier with the Atreides, a traitor!"

Rabban's eyes give away a flash of violence and Ineta bites her tongue as he swings the man's face into the ground, kneeling over his back. She responds quickly.

"I could not tell, Your Lordship. You have done well to seek him out, and to punish him for having betrayed the Baron's benevolence."

"My benevolence, sweet girl, has nothing to do with it. Be gone with him, Rabban. I doubt she even remembers this boy you say is Duncan Idaho. I don't know why you harp on about a man of such little significance," the Baron sighs. He hated nothing more than his nephew's impulsive bursts of aggression for no reason other than extravagant brutality. Especially at dinner. Especially if it was to peacock in front of Ineta.

Rabban scoffs, picking Idaho up by his collar.

"What do you say, Ineta? Is he insignificant enough to die a fast death?"

He picks out a thin blade, almost comical compared to the heft of his fist, from a sheath at his side and holds it against Idaho's neck. Ineta could hardly tell if the man even perceived the edge of the dagger at his pulse.

Duncan Idaho. The name is familiar to her. She recalls a young boy with golden eyes and a penchant for stealing her schoolbooks to tease her. She thinks that maybe he's the one who'd comforted her once, when she'd been crying after a particularly harsh lesson. A playmate or a peer, but certainly not a childhood sweetheart. Still, those were such long years ago. It didn't matter whether this was Duncan Idaho or not. What a waste of bravery and strength, being killed like this. Ineta feels pang of pity for the man.

"Please, Your Lordship, may you not spare him? If not for me, then in the hopes that he may recognize your power over him and that he may defect. Perhaps he knows about what the Atreides do, or some weakness you could seize on?" Ineta says.

"Aha!" the Baron laughs. "You see, Rabban? Even this slip of a girl has more brains than you!"

Rabban glowers, but sheaths his weapon.

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Ineta shuts the door to the Baron's study slowly, waiting for the lock to slide into place before stepping quietly away from it into the corridor. There's need for stealth. The Baron kept guards stationed all along the halls during sleeping hours.

She turns her head, scanning for signs of detection once she was a few paces from the office.

There's a second mission she has tonight. Ineta ghosts her hand across the pocket in her skirt again, just to reassure herself. Sure enough, she feels the bulge of the surgical needle and thread, and the fistful of bread she'd skimmed from off her own dinner plate. It's daring, maybe even treason.

No, she thinks, it is treason.

The stairwell leading west towards the dungeons were a ways from where she was, so she moves boldly. Better to be seen with nothing to hide than caught lurking.

But as she winds across a sharp turn, nearly there, she finds herself nose to nose with a young serving girl, Renate. Renate had wide, round eyes, even wider now in surprise, and a face full of delicate features that put her at odds with most other laborers from the Giedi Prime. People here tended to be rugged, more bulk than the clean-limbed frame that Ineta recognized in Renate. Ineta had always liked her, pitied her slightly more than others. She, too, knew what it was like to be a foreigner, having been born on Arrakis to an unknown Fremen woman.

"Miss!" Renate gasps, her hand quickly following the exclamation to her mouth. She leans forward with concern. "What are you doing here?"

"Avoiding Rabban," Ineta lies. "You know how he is, and he's in a foul mood with me after that business with the prisoner."

Renate looks to her feet and sighs. See, Renate does know how Rabban is, being one of the handful of women that he's dogged after. While Ineta had the benefit of some status, and some protection from the Baron, Renate had nothing but her wits. Ineta squeezes the girl's shoulder gently.

"Don't go around sleeping chambers tonight if you can help it," Ineta pauses. She had to consider that Renate had no say over whether or not her duties brought in into Rabban's path. Ineta grasped her hand. "But in case, this is for His Lordship to... sleep easier," Ineta says, slipping a small vial of sleeping draught into Renate's hand, brows raised pointedly.

"Yes, miss! Thank you," Renate said resolutely, eyes shining with determination. "Good night, miss!"

Ineta slips away, and once Renate's footsteps faded, she began a steady trot down the stairs and into the belly of the dungeons. The guards there could be bribed, she knew, and no one would be the wiser. Please, let no one be the wiser, she prays.

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