#lulling lauren

[darkpeacemusic]

CR: We’re getting married, bitches!

Lauren: And we're about to make it everybody else's problem.

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Day 26 of 26 with @neopetsdotcom

MANDY (2018)

Lauren’s Review

This movie is Cool, but it isn’t like, good. Obviously it’s like aesthetically stunning, the lighting truly out of this world, and it’s got a great humor to it. And don’t get me wrong, I love a revenge flick!! But I found myself not particularly moved by the death of Mandy, and thus the revenge didn’t feel particularly satisfying. With how insanely slow it was paced, I was hoping the back half would make the lead up worth the wait with some really fantastic action scenes, but those left me wanting as well. Every cool fight scene that gets set up falls flat and resolves too quickly. Why did he even make that sick as fuck axe if he was barely going to use it? 

I don’t know, maybe it was just because my expectations were so insanely high for this that I set myself up for disappointment. But it just felt like something was missing! The story felt incomplete. Partway through I voiced my frustrations with the movie to a friend, who was like, the perfect way to fix this movie is to have it be the companion piece to a concept album, and then all I could think of for the rest of the runtime was how much I wish that were real

Awl’s Review

I firmly believe other critiques get two things wrong about this movie: that it is slow and that it is unintentionally funny.

The pacing feels deliberate and measured, it seems to be lulling you into the same syrupy state of its characters. It wants to to build an atmosphere. I think this works best when you can experience it as an atmosphere. It would have been great to see in theatres. I got to at least watch it on a giant tv with decent speakers.

And I don't believe for a second that just because it is slow, atmospheric, and moody that this movie isn't being intentionally funny. Red reeling from the loss of Mandy, watching the mac and cheese commercial, and then screaming in his carpeted bathroom has a dark ironic humour to it. This movie is deadpan. It's not thematically or symbolically deep, as much as it may try to make you believe it is, but it does know how to go, this is fucked up. What can you do but laugh, this is awful.

That said, it's missing something, and I'm going to be incredibly controversial and say that the thing this movie is missing is a stronger soundtrack. Music is a thematic backbone to this, but I think the tracks feel secondary to the visuals. This should have been a strong metal band's concept album. Music that hit harder could have changed its sparse fight scenes to feel weightier. There is good imagery in the film, but the audio falls short.

Also the animated sequences are awful. Why would you contract the stiffest animation in the world for a movie that feels like it wants to be a lava lamp?

[prettytoxicrevolver]

The Way I Loved You | Quinn Hughes

quinn hughes x reader and jack hughes x reader

You and Quinn break up after a roller coaster ride of a relationship but when you end up dating his calmer, sweeter, kinder, younger brother you still end up thinking about Quinn anyway

wc 2.1k

flashbacks are in italics as always :)

It was no surprise when Quinn got drafted to Vancouver, Jack to the Devils, and Luke headed out to Michigan for school. 

It wasn’t a shocker when you followed Quinn to Vancouver either. 

Out of the three of them, you and Quinn were the closest. Your parents joked that when he did go to Vancouver, you’d have to get a surgical removal from each other. You were always together. 

To you, it was a no brainer that you’d move to Vancouver with Quinn. You had already finished your undergrad degree and could virtually work anywhere you wanted and what better place to go than where your best friend was. You couldn’t see an issue with it. 

Well, no issue until you ended up moving back to New Jersey. 

Your phone pings with the special text message sound you have set for Jack. Like clockwork, your roommates “ooh” like high schoolers teasing their friends and you roll your eyes. 

“Say hi to Jack for us!” Lauren yells and your other roommate giggles next to her. 

“Have fun being jealous tonight!” you respond back. 

Your roommates laugh loudly in response, yelling out that your boyfriend is “just too hot” and “he’s so sweet” and that they “can’t help but be jealous”. You walk out, shaking your head but smiling nonetheless. 

You step out of your house to see Jack leaned against the passenger side of his bmw. Your heart jumps at the sight, his eyes trailing upwards to meet yours and his shy smile is so endearing you nearly awe out loud. 

“Damn,” he lets out when you get closer and a giggle escapes your lips. He slips an arm around your waist, pulling you flush against him and presses a quick kiss to your lips. 

“You look beautiful tonight,” he says and your blush is prominent at the words. 

“Thank you,” you say, ducking your head away from his intense gaze. Your whole body felt like it was on fire at his touch and his words only made the flame burn brighter. 

He lets go for a moment to open your car door and helps you in before getting in on his side afterwards. Jack takes off towards your destination and the car ride is mostly quiet except for the music and casual conversation. 

During a lull of sound your eyes trail out towards the scenery flying by you. The sights blur around you and you find your mind wandering back to him. How fast he drove, one hand always lingering somewhere on your body, the exhilaration in every breath, every touch, every word. How you never felt that passion with Jack. 

But it’s a passion that takes over and rules above all and puts your emotions on a rollercoaster that you never know when is going to drop next. It’s exciting and exhilarating and damn fun. It’s also scary and frustrating and yet you sit here letting yourself be absorbed by the memories of Quinn. 

It was Quinn that wanted you at this banquet. Quinn who had begged you for weeks to go. Quinn who offered to buy you a new dress and pay for your nails. 

Quinn who ignored you literally all night long. And then had the audacity to be frustrated with you on the drive home. 

“What the fuck is your issue?” Quinn snaps as he shifts his car to park. 

“My issue?” you nearly scream back and Quinn huffs like you’re the one acting utterly ridiculous and not him. 

“Fuck off Quinn,” you mutter after a moment of staring at him only to realize his question is genuine.

You shake your head, pulling the car door open and slamming it shut behind you. You don’t make it far, a hand grabbing your arm and yanking you back and you nearly lose your balance from the force and the rain sliding violently down the driveway. 

You’re tempted to shove him away, scream at the top of your lungs and really tell him how it is. You had foolishly spent hours getting ready for tonight’s banquet and Quinn had spent it ignoring you. You were completely and utterly done with his bullshit. 

“What’s wrong?” Quinn asks. It’s quieter this time, almost like a plea but not quite. He’s trying his hardest not to yell but you can tell he’s still pissed at you. 

“What’s wrong is that I’m a complete and utter idiot for thinking that this was more than what it actually is.” 

“And what did you think it was?” he asks, pulling you closer but his grip on your arm softens. 

“I-” you start but falter upon his intense stare. 

“Say it,” he says, now barely above a whisper. “Please say it.” 

“I thought you were finally asking me out.” 

“That's my girl.” 

His lips are on yours faster than you can comprehend and Quinn has to tug you closer for you to respond. His lips mold perfectly to yours, a roller coaster of emotions flowing through every inch of you in what feels like seconds. You never knew you could feel that much so quickly and so intensely. 

Passion like that doesn’t always last. 

“Baby?” you’re brought back by Jack’s voice and you look over at him. “You okay?” 

“All good,” you promise, a smile slips onto your lips but Jack notices that it doesn’t quite reach your eyes. 

He nods, reaching over and squeezing your thigh before focusing on driving once more. 

You didn’t move back to New Jersey just because of Quinn. Your family all lived in the New England area and your parents bought a house for retirement in the rich part of Connecticut. 

You could visit them whenever you wanted, see childhood friends in New Jersey, and hangout with Jack and his teammates more. You reminded yourself of this as Jack was running late to your parents house. 

“Jack!” you hear your mom greet him at the front door. 

You make your way over from the kitchen and spot Jack standing with a bouquet of flowers in one hand and a gift bag in another. He smiles that thousand dollar grin of his and leans down to hug your mom. 

“Hi Mrs. (y/l/n),” he says and your mom beams back at him. “These are for you.” 

“Oh sugar you shouldn’t have!” 

She takes the flowers from Jack, insisting on another bear hug before walking back towards the kitchen. Jack follows her and you don't realize you’re grinning until he’s standing in front of you. 

“Hi,” you say. 

“Hi,” he responds, leaning down to press a quick kiss to your lips. 

“Suck up,” you whisper when he pulls away and the two of you giggle quietly. 

“Jack!” 

Your dad’s voice pulls your boyfriend back and he offers a hand that your dad clasps in a strong grip. You watch as Jack hands him the gift bag, mentioning something about a new book your dad would like and that proud father look adorns his features. 

You don’t see Jack until later, your father and him wrapped in discussions of hockey, news, business, etc. When dinner rolls around, you’re content watching Jack charm your family for the millionth time. He’s polite, always saying please and thank you, complimenting your moms cooking, holding your hand beneath the table and squeezing it reassuringly, joking with your father, it was picture perfect from head to toe. 

Nothing in this world could make you more comfortable than in that moment. 

And yet, some unshakeable force brings your brain back to memories of Quinn. 

“Wait,” you say and Quinn offers a confused look. “I’m nervous.” 

“You’re just meeting the guys,” he says, like it's the easiest thing in the world to do.  

“What if they don't like me?” 

“Then I’ll knock some sense into them on the ice later,” he reassures, leaning over to press a quick kiss to your cheek before getting out of the car and opening your door for you. 

You step into the restaurant and it feels like a whirlwind as you’re swept into conversation with Quinn’s teammates, friends, and one of his brothers. They ask you a million questions and at some point Quinn has to tell them to back off for a bit. 

Finally, you find a seat in between Anthony Beauvillier and Quinn, listening to the boys tell stories about your boyfriend and smiling as he flushes from embarrassment. 

“So, what do you do for a living?” Anthony asks from next to you. 

You answer him, turning your body so you can hear his voice better and vaguely notice the glance from Quinn. You both dive into conversation, the words flowing so easily between you two that you don’t notice when Quinn sits back and stares angrily at the two of you. You fail to see the worried glances of his teammates or the jealousy building in your boyfriend. 

So, when you get home and Quinn still hasn't said a word to you since the restaurant, not only are you confused and worried, you’re a little bit angry as well. 

“That went well, right?” you ask, still testing Quinn’s mood. 

“Yeah,” he snaps out and your head rears back in confusion. “I love watching my girlfriend flirt with my entire team.” 

“What?” you sputter out, confusion evident in your voice. 

“You barely said a word to me all night, you were batting your eyes at any guy that looked at you, and you basically let Beauviller eye fuck you all night!” 

His words are harsh against your skin, heating you up all over and lighting a fire that only exists in intense moments with Quinn. You feel your mood change in a snap and you find yourself crossing your arms defensively and glaring at Quinn. 

“Even if Anthony was eye fucking me I can’t control that!” 

“You could if you actually acted like my girlfriend.” 

“You are un-fucking-believable,” you sigh out. 

Quinn can’t help the angry expression that rests on his face, his fear of losing you so overwhelming he can't help but explode in anger. He was still wrestling with the fact that he loved you so much it physically pained him some days. He didn’t know what to do with all of these intense emotions. Even worse, society had made it practically impossible for him to know or learn how to express those feelings in other healthy ways, not just anger. 

“But I’m right,” he responds and you shake your head. 

“Fuck you Hughes.” 

“What's going on with you?” 

Jack's calm and concerned voice sparks your thoughts, bringing you back to the present. You glance over at him, a false smile appearing on your lips with an ease that scares you for a moment. He places a comforting hand on your thigh and your smile falters for a moment. 

You should be in love with Jack. You should be happy, over the fucking moon by all normal standards. He’s sweet, always calls exactly when he says he will, is close to your family, charming to your friends, makes sure you're comfortable and protects you always. 

So why couldn’t you stop thinking about his older brother? 

Quinn had driven you up a wall the entire time you were in Vancouver with him. He’s late to everything, never has a clue what’s going on, got hung up on little things, could never truly express what he wanted or was feeling. He was frustrating, intoxicating, complicated, wild, crazy, and a million other words that could explain your annoyance with him. 

“What’s got you all worked up beautiful?” Jack asks, turning in his seat to look at you. 

You hated the way he was staring into your eyes, the way he just knew something was going on with you and that no matter what he did he knew he couldn’t solve it. Like he was about to tell you what was bothering you instead of you telling him. 

“Is it Quinn?” 

“Jack,” you start and he shakes his head, offering a smile that makes you nervous. 

“I should have known,” he admits, shrugging his shoulders and if he didn’t look so damn understanding yet hurt, you would lean over and pull him into your arms. 

“You always did get along with Quinn better,” he jokes and you let out a watery laugh. Much to fans and media’s dismay, you never wanted to fuck up the Hughes lives the way you already sort of did. You never wanted to hurt either brother or even put Luke in the middle. 

“We hated each other,” you say laughing and Jack starts to chuckle as well. 

“Yeah well,” he says and now you’re both laughing. 

“I did love you,” you remind him, pushing his chin up with your finger so he looks at you. 

“I love you too,” he says and the present tense makes you flinch a little. 

“Go get him.” 

You press a kiss to his cheek before getting up and leaving Jack’s apartment. 

[c0nsumemy5oul]

Special Someone on the Side

"You're very kind but I'm afraid it's unlawful, sir." "What do you mean?" "She's married." "I see." "She's married to a British officer." "Oh shit."

No one asked for it, but here are my thoughts on this interaction:

There are things between the lines!

and I wrote them.

Enjoy :)

Hamburr friendship :3 (mentioned hamiliza and lams) 629 words.

It was a pleasant night after Hamilton’s wedding. Eliza was bidding her family goodbye while he was supposed to do the same with his friends, but here they were, getting even more drunk. 

Burr showed up, seemingly failing to have talked to Alexander during the event and was trying his best to ignore the boys and their teasing. 

He was almost done congratulating Hamilton on his marriage and his position as aide-de-camp to Washington, when Laurens deemed the subject too boring and changed it. 

“Well, well, I heard,” He got uncomfortably close to Burr. “You got a special someone on the side, Burr.” He shot Alexander a sneaky glance.

“Is that so?” Hamilton laughed at his boyfriend's antics.

“What’re you tryna hide, Burr?” Laurens slurred in Burr’s ear who’d reached his limit. 

“I should go.” 

Hamilton instantly disagreed. “No, these guys should go.” 

“What?” Laurens turned to Hamilton in thinly veiled betrayal. “No!” 

“Leave us alone.” Hamilton gave him a pointed look. I’m getting us the gossip. 

“Man!” Laurens rolled his eyes fondly, grabbing Lafayette and Mulligan as they stalked away, resigned. 

Being with Hamilton alone seemed to make Burr slightly nervous. 

“It’s alright, Burr.” Alexander smiled a little. “I wish you’d brought this girl with you tonight.” Hamilton couldn’t help seeing that Burr was lacking a plus one at the wedding. 

“You’re very kind,” Burr looked down, fidgeting with the handkerchief in his hand. Hamilton spotted the initials T.B.P. Now who could that belong to? The special someone on the side, perhaps? “But I’m afraid it’s unlawful, sir.” 

Oh? 

Is it? 

In what way? 

Hamilton found himself thinking of his nights with Laurens, in their tent, under the cover of night. 

Had Burr also found a lad during their battles? 

“What do you mean?” Hamilton asked, a light tone and a smirk emerging with the words. If Burr was going to confess something, he wanted him to know he’d be accepted. 

“She’s married.” 

Oh. Hamilton deflated. “I see.”

No matter, they might still be able to work around this. Burr could be with his beau regardless. With a simple divorce, or even a duel for the lady’s honor, it could be manageable. As long as she isn’t— 

“She’s married to a British officer.” 

“Oh shit.” 

Hamilton hadn’t realized he’d said it outloud until he heard Burr chuckle self-deprecatingly. 

“Congrats again, Alexander.” Burr turned to go but Hamilton’s mind was still reeling. 

There must still be a way for his friend and the one he loves to be together. 

“Smile more.” Burr was walking away. 

They could be happy and in love and together without a random British officer in their way. 

“I’ll see you on the other side of the war.” Wait, what? He’ll simply give up like that? 

“I will never understand you.” Hamilton found himself saying. 

Burr turned around, confused. They were alone on the terrace, the quiet lull of people leaving the building could be heard distantly. 

“If you love this woman, go get her!” Yes, he might lose his head in the process, but for love! Isn’t he willing to risk everything to get what he wants? “What are you waiting for?” 

Burr eyed Alexander carefully, trying to discern something before he sighed. “I’ll see you on the other side of the war.” 

He’s beyond saving. Hamilton sighed back, resigned. “I’ll see you on the other side of the war.” 

When Washington had finally given him a command, Hamilton made sure to wound and kill every single British officer he came into contact with. 

To this day, he’s not sure if he did kill Theodosia’s late-husband personally, but she’s living happily with Burr in married bliss and having Hamilton and his wife over for tea and biscuits weekly. 

So Burr won anyway.

[breakerwhiskey]

258 - TWO HUNDRED FIFTY EIGHT

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I could really use your dits and dashes right now, Birdie. I could really use anyone to talk to. Harry and I—well, all that growth and warming up and being more vulnerable…I guess I was lulled into a false sense of calm, because things finally…I didn’t think we had more to say to each other, but I guess we did.

It was you…it was you saying “our date”. Can you believe that? All of this time, everything that’s happened, and it was a little jealousy over a person I question is real half the time that finally tipped Harry over. And, you know, I’d been suspecting that she was jealous of you but…Jesus.

When I told her about your message, I guess—well, I was happy! I am happy, I’m looking forward to hearing what you have to say. But she—she read something into it because she asked me if I’m in love with you. Which is just…

Don’t take this the wrong way, Birdie, but that’s absurd to me. I’m grateful for you—more than I think I can ever fully express—and I hope that I’ve brought…well, something to what sounds like your fairly complicated existence, but I don’t know you. Not really. I know that you’re caring, and regretful, and scared—I know enough to consider you a friend and to want to really get to know you and cement that friendship. But I don’t know you like I…

I don’t know all the different kinds of laughs you have—the one when you’re being polite, when you think someone is being stupid, when you actually find something hilarious but don’t want to admit it, when you’re embarrassed or flattered, and the one that’s just genuine joy. I don’t know if you have any scars or birthmarks or that you broke your arm falling off a bike when you were eleven and haven’t ever really ridden a bike since. I don’t know the names of your parents or if you have siblings, or what you would spend your perfect day doing.

And it’s not just…the minutiae, it’s…I wouldn’t recognize you in a crowd. I can listen to any song and not have it remind me of you. I can wake up and not have you be the first thing on my mind.

I didn’t—I didn’t say all that, but I told Harry she was crazy, which, well, was the wrong thing to say because she…she blew up at me. She said that she’s felt this before, that she knows what it’s like to be on the outside when I’m on the inside with someone. That that’s what it’s always like with—

I know—I know that you can’t ever really know what someone is experiencing. How a person sees the same events that you’re both going through. But I’d—I’d really had no idea that Harry felt so left out all the time. That my friendship with the guys put her on the outs. That the easy way I had of being with everyone we ever met—with Sissy and K and Francis and Sylvie—how the way that I liked everyone and everyone liked me felt like she was always standing in front of a locked door. And that I was doing that now, that Birdie is my person and that Harry just gets the scraps of both.

I…well, it put some things into context I guess. She’s selfish, possessive, resentful of the fact that she had to share me with all of New York and now she has to share me with the world. She hates the fact that I spent all that time not talking to her and then started telling every inner thought and private secret to anyone who could listen. She’s jealous of you and she’s jealous of my radio.

And I’m not—that’s not me calling her selfish or possessive or any of that. That’s how she put it. Her exact words. And what does she want me to do with that? I—I didn’t say anything. I just walked away and came back up here. After all, it’s her turn to be the one left holding the emotional bag.

I know she’s listening right now. I know she’s gone down to the little visitor center and turned on her radio because I know she knows that the first thing I’d do is get on here and talk to you. Talk to the void.

Except it was never the void, was it? All this time, I left to find people, to hope I’d have someone else to talk to, and I was just talking right to Harry all the while. And that’s the real truth of it. So I might as well talk straight to her right now.

Sometimes I was so happy that we were the only two people in the entire universe. And then you told me what you did and I found myself wishing that I’d drive out into the world and find it full of people and then come back home to tell you and you…wouldn’t be there anymore. And I’d realize that it had all been some weird illusion, or dream, or nervous breakdown and that the whole time I’d been holed up with you, the world kept turning and it was you that wasn’t there. That you were somewhere else entirely, somewhere I’d never be able to reach. Somewhere beyond my control. I’d fantasize that I didn’t have to look for you anymore, because that’s what I was always doing.

Back in New York, back in the world, I would look for you in every room. Any party I ever went to, any museum, it didn’t matter if you weren’t supposed to be there, if you weren’t invited, any time I went into a new place, I’d turn and hope you’d be there. Every time you weren’t was a tiny heartbreak and every time you were was even worse. And there would be a tiny, pinprick moment when I’d just get to look at you, take you in, see you out of the context of us—laughing at someone else’s joke, rolling your eyes at an art critic, sneaking another piece of cake…it would be a split second where I’d get to observe you exactly as you are without me and then it’d be over because you’d somehow know I was there and you’d look over and we’d lock eyes and then…then nothing. You would look away, or I would, and eventually we’d wander into each other’s orbits, but you never came straight to me.

And then we lived together—we lived in the same house for six years, each other’s only company and I was still looking for you. I would still relish every moment that I was in a room without you realizing I was there and every time you’d eventually notice and you wouldn’t…you might say something, maybe, but you wouldn’t look back for long. You wouldn’t chase me. You never chased me. Not until now.

And that’s the grand irony of all of this, isn’t it? I kept looking for you and the moment I left, the moment I stopped looking, you started. And try as I might, I was never really speaking to anyone but you. Even when I talked to Birdie or Fox or was just trying to speak to anyone—anyone who could hear, it was…I was always just trying to talk to you. I spent months hoping it was you, that we’d be able to say through morse code what we never could say out loud.

And now you tell me it isn’t enough? That you still want more of me, that you want all of me, leaving nothing left for anyone else and I—I can’t do that. The part of me that can forgive you—however small it might be at times—that’s the part of me that wants to talk to anyone who would listen. That wants to like everyone she meets. That has wanted to be in the world. You can’t take that part of me away and still have…me. I can’t just be made up of the parts that you shaped. There has to be more of me, because I don’t think you’d want me otherwise.

I stand by what I said almost eighteen months ago—we can’t move forward if you keep caging us in. I’m going to keep moving forward and I’m not going to look back to see if you’re following.

I loved you, Harry. I did. I still lo—

But I can’t keep looking for you. It’s your turn.

[a door opens behind Whiskey]

[click, static]

[lingthusiasm]

Bonus 77: LingthusiASMR - The Harvard Sentences

Sometimes linguistics example sentences are so charmingly bland that they could lull you to sleep, listed one after each other without any larger story for context. We thought, what if we took this effect literally?

We present: LingthusiASMR, a very special bonus episode, in which your hosts Gretchen and Lauren get enthusiastic about linguistics in a very relaxed manner by reading a classic set of linguistics example sentences. Known informally as the Harvard Sentences, the 1965 Revised List of Phonetically Balanced Sentences were designed to use English speech sounds at the same frequency as they appear in English generally, for use in audio and speech transmission systems testing, which we hope will make them extra relaxing. We'll have more context about these and other classic linguistics example sentences in an upcoming main episode, but for now, please relax and enjoy this delightfully mundane list of around 700 soothing sentences, read in our slowest and calmest voices.

ASMR, or Autonomous sensory meridian response is a tingling sensation that usually begins on the scalp and moves down the back of the neck and upper spine, often produced as a response to particular types of acoustic stimuli. We haven't yet tested to what extent this episode will cause ASMR specifically or if it'll just lead to a nonspecific feeling of relaxation, but the wordplay was too good to resist, so please comment below with whether you got the effect! And feel free to let us know your favourite Harvard Sentence if you haven't nodded off already. Also, if anyone wants to do acoustic analysis of ASMR generally or this as compared to a regular episode, seriously, get in touch!

Listen to LingthusiASMR, and get access to many more bonus episodes by supporting Lingthusiasm on Patreon.

[eopederson]

Another Eruption in Iceland

"After a lull in activity, fresh lava has once again poured from the Reykjanes peninsula in southwestern Iceland.

The latest eruption—the third in the region since December 2023—began early on February 8, 2024, with lava spraying up to heights of 80 meters (260 feet) along a 3-kilometer (1.8-mile) long fissure near Mount Sýlingarfell. The small peak is north of the fishing village Grindavík and east of the Svartsengi power station and Blue Lagoon geothermal spa.

The image above was acquired on February 10, 2024, by the OLI-2 (Operational Land Imager-2) on Landsat 9. Infrared and visible observations (bands 7-6-3) have been overlain on a natural-color image to help distinguish the heat signature of the lava. Still recent but cooler lava expelled near Grindavík in January appears black.

The topography around the fissure meant that much of the fresh lava flowed east into unpopulated areas rather than south toward Grindavík. Some lava also flowed west into the vicinity of the power plant and spa.

Earthen defensive walls protected both facilities, though lava did burn through a key hot water pipeline and two roads. According to the Icelandic National Broadcasting Service RÚV, authorities are in the process of restoring hot water to homes in the area after conducting repairs on the pipeline.

About seven hours after the eruption began, the MODIS (Moderate Resolution Imaging Spectroradiometer) on NASA’s Terra satellite captured this image of a plume of gas and ash streaming to the southwest. This eruption was effusive—not explosive like the Eyjafjallajökull eruption in 2010—and the plume contained minimal ash, so it did not cause any disruptions to either domestic or international flights.

Volcanic plumes like the one shown here typically contain water vapor, sulfur dioxide, carbon dioxide, and small amounts of other volcanic gases. Researchers from the Icelandic Met Office and the University of Iceland have noted that, at times, magma has interacted with groundwater, adding to the amount of water vapor in the plume. The TROPOMI (Tropospheric Monitoring Instrument) on the Sentinel-5 Precursor missionobserved sulfur dioxide (SO2) within the plume, Michigan Tech volcanologist Simon Carn noted on X.

After the initial burst of activity on February 8, the intensity of the eruption faded. In an update on February 9, the Icelandic Met Office reported that seismic sensors had stopped detecting volcanic tremors and that a recent drone flight showed no activity over the eruption site—signs that the latest eruption was ending.

However, on February 12, the agency reported that the land surface above an underground magma reservoir near Svartsengi had again begun to swell by 0.5 to 1 centimeters per day, a rate similar to what was observed prior to other recent eruptions. “It is therefore highly likely that the cycle continues in a few weeks with another dyke propagation and a volcanic eruption,” the agency said."

NASA Earth Observatory image by Lauren Dauphin, using MODIS data from NASA EOSDIS LANCE and GIBS/Worldview. Story by Adam Voiland.

[lilcaesarssuper]

Duo/Ship names for Wcsmp

Shubble

Summer hail (Joey)

Forecast (Cleo)

Flowershower (Tiff)

Soggy sub (Lauren)

Crying clouds (Scott)

Foggy vision (Eloise)

H2o duo/downpour (Pris)

Joey

Summer hail (Shubble)

Cold-Clock (Cleo)

Frostflower (Tiff)

Toast duo (Lauren)

Scorching sorrow/ Hellfire (Scott)

Smoke & mirrors (Eloise)

Icy waters (Pris)

Cleo

Forecast (Shubble)

Cold-clock (Joey)

Dahlia bond (Tiff)

Hourglass (Lauren)

Widowers (Scott)

Mock o’clock (Eloise)

Timeflow (Pris)

Tiff

Flowershower (Shubble)

Frostflower (Joey)

Dahlia bond (Cleo)

Grape jelly (Lauren)

Lilies lull (Scott)

Snapdragon (Eloise)

Seagrass (Pris)

Lauren

Soggy sub (Shubble)

Toast duo (Joey)

Hourglass (Cleo)

Grapejelly (Tiff)

Dunes demise (Scott)

Brim mirage (Eloise)

Beach buds/sea shore (Pris)

Scott 

Crying clouds (Shubble)

Scorching sorrow/ Hellfire (Joey)

Widowers (Cleo)

Lilies lull (Tiff)

Dunes demise (Lauren)

Phantom fears (Eloise)

Aquamation (Pris)

Eloise

Foggy vision (Shubble)

Smoke & mirrors (Joey)

Mock o’clock (Cleo)

Snapdragon (Tiff)

Brim mirage (Lauren)

Phantom fears (Scott)

Misty mirage/prismasoup (Pris)

Pris

H2o duo/Downpour (Shubble)

Icy waters (Joey)

Timeflow (Cleo)

Seagrass (Tiff)

Beach buds/sea shore (Lauren)

Aquamation (Scott)

Misty mirage/prismasoup (Eloise)

note: please tell me if I forgot any of the names :’DD

[tisayemate]

Well, shuck.

Maze Runner Minho x Runner!OC (Lauren)

Angst, fluff

Summary: Minho and Lauren get trapped in the Maze overnight. With no way out and no clear path to safety, they keep their spirits up with jokes and sarcasm, finding comfort in each other.

AN: You’re not alone.

“You really know how to pick the best nights to get us stuck, huh?” Lauren muttered, hands on her hips as she stared at the towering walls of the Maze that had just sealed them in.

Minho grinned, crouching to catch his breath, the night air cool against his sweat-soaked skin. "Well, if you weren’t so slow, we’d be sipping Gally’s special brew by now."

Lauren shot him a glare, swatting his shoulder. “Me? Slow? I saved your slinthead back there when you almost got Griever-pie’d.”

He shrugged, smirking. “Almost.”

They leaned against the cold stone walls, their banter not doing much to change the fact that they were well and truly stuck. Night had fallen, the Maze silent but menacing, the darkness thick and unnerving. The Grievers hadn’t shown up yet, but both of them knew they’d be out soon enough. It was only a matter of time.

“Think we’ll survive this one?” Lauren asked, her voice quieter now, tinged with a nervous edge.

Minho looked over at her, and despite his bravado, he softened. “We always do, don’t we?”

She chuckled, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Yeah, but it feels different this time. Like we really might not make it back.”

Minho didn’t respond right away, instead pulling off his jacket and laying it down on the cold ground. “Well, if we’re going out, might as well be comfortable, right?”

Lauren followed his lead, sitting beside him, their backs pressed against the unforgiving stone. “I’m gonna miss this, you know? Running through this giant death trap with you.”

He scoffed, shaking his head. “No better runner I’d rather be stuck with.” He looked at her then, something serious in his eyes, but before the moment could turn too deep, he added, “Even if you smell worse than a Griever sometimes.”

She shoved him with a grin. “Yeah, well, you snore like a herd of ‘em.”

They both laughed, the sound hollow and almost strange in the empty Maze. The laughter faded, though, and they sat in silence for a while, the tension hanging in the air.

“I’m serious though,” Lauren said softly. “If this is it… I’m glad it’s with you.”

Minho shifted uncomfortably, unused to moments like this. “Hey, we’re not dying tonight,” he said, trying to keep it light. “We’ve got too much running left to do.”

Lauren smiled, her eyes heavy now as exhaustion from the day’s run finally caught up to her. “I’ll hold you to that, Minho.”

They didn’t say much after that, their backs still pressed against the stone, the Maze shifting occasionally in the distance, the sound of moving walls echoing in the night. Lauren's head eventually lolled to the side, resting on Minho’s shoulder as they both drifted off into an uneasy sleep, lulled by the idea that if the end came, at least they wouldn’t face it alone.

Morning came with an odd stillness. The sounds of the Maze were different—quieter somehow, the usual mechanical groaning replaced by silence. Minho stirred first, blinking groggily at the sunlight streaming down through the Maze’s walls. He nudged Lauren.

“Hey, wake up.”

She groaned, rubbing her eyes. “We’re still alive?”

Minho frowned, standing up to look around. “I think… I think the Maze shifted.”

Lauren scrambled to her feet beside him, and they both stared in shock. The walls, which had sealed them in last night, had shifted perfectly. Not just enough to give them a way forward—but a straight path back to the Glade.

“Holy shuck,” Lauren breathed, her eyes wide.

Minho just shook his head, grinning. “Guess the Maze likes us after all.”

They didn’t wait for a second invitation, taking off down the path, their legs still aching from the previous day’s run but fueled by the adrenaline of survival. The towering walls soon gave way to the familiar clearing of the Glade, and as they stumbled out into the open space, they were met with gasps and cheers.

“Minho! Lauren!” Thomas shouted, sprinting over, followed by the rest of the Gladers, engulfing them in a whirlwind of hugs and claps on the back.

“You guys made it!” Newt grinned, ruffling Lauren’s hair.

“Like there was any doubt,” Minho said, though his cocky grin was tired, his eyes betraying the relief he felt.

As the Gladers pulled back, giving them space, Lauren turned to Minho. She gave him a sly smile before suddenly wrapping her arms around him in a tight hug. “I told you we’d make it.”

Minho stiffened, glancing around at the gawking Gladers. “Okay, okay, don’t get all mushy on me now.” He awkwardly patted her back, but there was a warmth in his voice that made it clear he didn’t really mind.

Lauren pulled back, smirking. “Tough guy act still going strong, huh?”

Minho just shrugged. “Can’t ruin my rep.”

But as they stood there, alive and surrounded by their friends, there was no denying the truth: whatever else the Maze threw at them, they'd face it together.

[drpeppertummy]

Worlds Tiniest Nothing-Ass Little Thing Full Tummy Group Nap

[post-stuffing cuddles]

Gray sat fast asleep on the couch, hands folded over his full stomach, snoring softly. He’d just finished a large breakfast of homemade pancakes. His belly felt tight and heavy but comfortable, and, as he often did on a full belly, he’d fallen asleep not long after sitting down. Laurie sat down beside him and snuggled up against his side. She wasn't particularly sleepy herself, but seeing Gray looking so serene always made her want to join him. She wormed her way under his limp, heavy arm and rested her hand on his rounded belly.

Gray's gentle snoring and the slow rise and fall of his breath had begun to lull Laurie towards drowsiness, but she was pulled from it when she felt the weight on the couch shift. Looking up, she saw Sunny seating himself on Gray's other side.

"Beat it, Sunshine, you're gonna wake him up," she whispered.

"Am not," Sunny said quietly. "Besides, you can't just hog him all up. Sharing is caring, Lauren." Sunny pulled his spindly legs up onto the couch and nudged himself under Gray's other arm, hugging it against his chest as he laid his head on Gray's soft belly. He yawned and closed his eyes. Laurie stifled a giggle. Sunny was a pain, but he could be pretty darn cute sometimes. His tummy also looked well-stuffed, poking out noticeably after a sizeable serving of Gray's famous pancakes. Laurie was feeling pretty full herself. She decided to join her friends in their nap. Laying her head against Gray's chest, she closed her eyes.

-

Laurie and Gray were both startled awake by a loud snore. She sat up and they looked at each other, then down at the culprit. Sunny, still fast asleep and now sprawled out ungracefully, was snoring loudly. Laurie broke out into a fit of her contagious laughter, and Gray followed suit. His laughter shook Sunny awake and Sunny, in his confusion, fell to the floor with a thud. Laurie laughed even harder. She buried her face in her hands, snorting.

"Huh?" Sunny sat up and looked around groggily. "What?"

"You, asshole!" Laurie giggled.

"What? What'd I do?"

"You woke everybody up snoring like a moose!"

"I don't snore," Sunny argued.

"Yes you do! Loud as hell!"

Gray leaned down, grabbed Sunny under the arms, and pulled him back onto the couch. Sunny, still sleepy, leaned against him, resting his head on Gray's shoulder.

"Don't go falling asleep again," said Gray, wrapping an arm around Sunny and patting his full belly. "You snore."

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ℂ𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕡𝕪𝕡𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕒 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤: ℝ𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤

Jeff the Killer - Satanist

Homicidal Liu - Catholic

Sully - Catholic

Randy - Atheist

Keith - Agnostic

Troy - Theistic Protestant

Ben - Atheist

Jane Richardson - Christian

Mary Vaughn - Agnostic

Jessie Richardson - Christian

Masky - Jewish

Hoodie - Agnostic

Toby Rogers - Atheist

Kate the Chaser - Atheist

Charlie Matheson Jr. - Atheist

CR - Jewish

Lulling Lauren - Wiccan

Cat Hunter - Hellenic Pagan

Third Base - Atheist

Rouge the Prowler - Wiccan

Wilson the Basher - Hindu

Skully - Jewish

Chris the Revenant - Satanist

Slenderman - N/A

Splendorman - N/A

Trenderman - N/A

Tenderman - N/A

Offenderman - N/A

Zalgo - N/A

LJ - Atheist

EJ - Satanist

Dr. Smiley - Satanist

Nurse Ann - Satanist

Dr. Pain - Agnostic

X-Virus - Wiccan

Dr. Locklear - Christian

Lifeless Lucy - Atheist

Lily Kennett - Muslim

Sally Williams - Christian

Sam Williams - Atheist

Lazari - Satanist

Slendrina - Atheist

Slender Doll Ally - Agnostic

Vailly Evans - Wiccan, pagan

Lulu - Buddhist

Bleeding Man - Atheist

Shadow Walker - Atheist

Nick Vanill - Atheist

Nina Hopkins - Agnostic

Pinkamena Diane Pie - Atheist

Rainbow Factory - Satanist

Kagekao - Shintoist

Clockwork - Atheist

Smile Dog - N/A

Grinny Cat - N/A

Seedeater - N/A

Mr. Widemouth - Atheist

Will Grossman - Satanist

Laughing Jill - Agnostic

Jason the Toymaker - Atheist

Candy Pop - Atheist

Candy Cane - Atheist

April Fools - Christian

Nathan the Nobody - Jewish

Papa Grande Di Magico - Agnostic

The Puppeteer - Satanist

Emra - Atheist

Zachary the Proxy - Atheist

Sonic.exe - Satanist

Tails Doll - Atheist

Dark Link - Satanist

Herobrine - Satanist

Lost Silver - Atheist

Glitchy Red - Atheist

Strangled Red - Agnostic

Oliver Henderson - Atheist

Stripes - Atheist

Rosie - Wiccan

Scarecrow Girl - Satanist

Skroll - Atheist

Rake - N/A

BOB - N/A

Bloody Painter - Theistic Satanist

Judge Angels - Christian

Suicide Sadie - Christian

Roadwalker - Animist

Zero - Satanist

Hobo Heart - Atheist

Dollmaker - Atheist

Killing Kate - Wiccan

Ted the Caver - Agnostic

Frankie the Undead - Hellenic Pagan

Evan Meyer - Atheist

HABIT - Satanist

Jeff Koval - Atheist

Alex Kralie - Atheist

Jessica Locke - Catholic

Amy Walters - Jewish

Sarah Reid - Agnostic

Seth Wilson - Christian

Screaming Dawn (oc) - Agnostic

Queen Blackheart (oc) - Wiccan

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Twin Flame - 2. Beach Day with the Doggies

Photo Made using Mage.Space AN: I am so sorry for the wait on this chapter. Please enjoy it! September 4th, 2006, Saturday 1:08 PM

First Beach, La Push, Washington

   The girls and Mike moved closer to the wolves. Bella wanted a day away from the pining guys after her, but she was doomed to be fawned over. She was the last thing Jacob was thinking about. He was a couple of feet away on the beach, watching Mike, freaking himself out at how amazing he smelled.

   Mike was laughing and playing around with Seth and Paul as the other wolves were freaking out just as much as Jacob that they had found an Omega. It was getting worse for them to control themselves as the scent doubled.

   "Hey," Beau ran up to them.

   "Beau?" Bella asked, "What are you doing here?"

   "I just thought I would come to hang out," Beau gulped, looking around. He was just about give it to his sister's boyfriend in the public library. "I rode Mom's old bike here. I need help putting it in the bed of your truck."

   "You rode a bike all the way here?" Angela asked. You should have called. I'm sure Bella would have picked you up," she offered, but Beau knew that wouldn't have been the case.

   "You can't even swim. I thought you didn't want to come this morning." Bella asked, and Beau rubbed his forehead, annoyed because he was embarrassed by that.

   "You don't know how to swim?" Lauren laughed with Jessica, and Beau sighed.

   "Why aren't you wearing a swimsuit?" Bella asked, and Beau looked around. "Beaufort, no." She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose as he stripped down to his panties. If the werewolves hadn't looked at him, they would have been now. Bella rolled her eyes.

   "Just make sure you put on some sunscreen. I don't want you to complain about it all week." She said, and Beau sighed, beginning to regret coming. He just felt like he should come to hang out with Bella after he almost kissed her boyfriend... It didn't sound as wild as he first thought it.

   Jessica handed him the sun lotion, and he rubbed it in. His pale, nearly hairless body enticed the wolves. Beau had only moved here a month ago, so he didn't know the pack as well as Bella. He remembered Jacob as they would hang out when they were little, and his older sisters would babysit him and Bella.

   However, he didn't remember how affectionate Jacob was. he felt someone approaching him from behind, and it was a little too late as he felt Jake's large hand curving around his waist.

   Jacob had been on the brink of losing self-control. He needed to get his hands on an Omega. After catching Mike's scent, he felt a closer bond with him, but Beau had Edward's scent on his hands... and he was just as intoxicating as Mike. Some goosebumps lined Beau's spine as Jake leaned down, and his lips hovered less than an inch from his ear.

   Bella scoffed at how obvious Jacob was with this move on her brother, but jealousy had sparked seeing it. Angela held in a coo as smoke came from Bella's ears.

   "Hand me the lotion..." Jacob said as Beau froze being touched. He leaned down to whisper in Beau's ear. "I don't want you to get sunburnt. Your skin is so beautiful," Jacob said as he squeezed some of the sunblock and began to massage it into Beau's back.

   Beau relaxed as Jacob rubbed him. he had been so stressed lately from the moving, the mysteries, and the tension between him and his sister. "Mike, dry off so I can reapply sun lotion on you," Jacob said, half caring about Mike burning up the other half for nefarious reasons.

   "That feels amazing, Jake," Beau's eyes rolled back. Jake was rubbing out the knotted muscles in his body. Bella muttered to herself, wishing that they would get a room. Only the werewolves laughed at that since they had better hearing.

   Beau lulled his head back, resting his head just below Jake's sternum, looking up to make eye contact with a cocky Jacob Black. The wolf was massive and dwarfed the Swan boy. The older guy's hands could fit around Beau's waist, with just a few fingers overlapping. Jake's bicep was about the size of his head, and the wolves could palm his head like a football.

   "Oh, hey, Beau. When did you get here?" Mike smiled, happy to see someone he knew wouldn't be a bore. He and Beau got along nicely at school, and he wanted to see him this morning when they were coming here.

   "Hey Mike," He nearly moaned. Mike understood since the pack had already put sunscreen on him like this five times today. "How has it been?"

   "Well, it was boring at first, but then Jacob found us, and I hit him with a wet sandball, and now it's fun," Mike smiled. "The waves are bigger now, so Seth and I have been trying to surf and skimboard." Mike said excited, "I think they might have another body board for you to use,"

   "Oh... I'm okay," Beau blushed, and Mike raised an eyebrow. He wasn't usually such a stick in the mud.

   "He can't swim," Bella smirked, and Beau glared at her.

   "Oh uh... that's okay," Mike said while Jake kneeled to massage the lotion on Beau's legs. He blushed, and my when the guy's giant hands massaged up to his inner thighs. "You still come in the water with us. I'll protect you. I was the water polo captain in summer and came five times in a row." Mike stood on Beau's side to cover him.

   Jacob's touch excited him. Beau was glad for Mike and that there were no other beachgoers in the direction he was going. He managed to calm down when Jacob was through putting sunscreen on him.

   "Hey Jacob, I need some sunscreen," Jessica giggled, but Jacob didn't hear her. She looked around to see all eyes on Beau and Mike. "Hello?" She said, frustrated as they might as well have been at a gay club.

   "Wait! Wait-wait-wait!" Beau felt another guy approaching behind him at a fast pace. He felt himself being scooped up and pulled into the water. "Ahh!" Beau yelped, freaking out, trying to climb up on the man's head as he heard the girls laughing.

   "Relax, relax," Sam calmed him down and put his hand down his back.

   "Who are you?" Beau tried to snap, but he was still terrified

   "Im Sam, it's okay. I'll teach you how to swim," he said calmly. He had always gotten on the Swan's bad side, but like all other werewolves, he tried to get on his good side after they found out he was an Omega.

———- 5:49 PM    The time was coming to pack up and head home. Despite Beau's inability to swim, he had a really good time. He was tired of being laughed at for not knowing how to swim, and Sam taught him some basics.

   Several people were around to help him if the water got too deep or he lost his ability to stand. Seth had some dry clothes to change into when they were heading home, so he gave them to Beau to wear.

   "Hey... where did the girls go?" Beau asked as they were walking up to the chairs. He had been so preoccupied with surviving and staying in shallow waters he hadn't noticed they had left.

   "They went home like hours ago," Jerard said, walking in sync behind Beau. It was like he was glued to Beau's back.

   Beau thought it was weird all of these guys were so close to him, but that is only because he has only known mostly homophobic men. He didn't know they were wolves and were walking so close to him and Mike as they were guarding their 'entrances.' It was an unspoken game between the wolves while keeping the humans safe from being claimed

   "Well, shit..." Beau said, and every single wolf looked away, concerned.

   "What?" Jake rushed up to him. Jared's lips snarled up before Sam shot him a look to calm down.

   "How the hell are we going to get home," Beau muttered, mad at Bella. She should have told him she was leaving. "Maybe she left the bike behind," he muttered, drying off and dressing in the clothes Seth gave him.

   "She had to have. She is nice and thoughtful," Mike said. I can definitely hike back home, but I would be worried about you. You're probably not used to hiking," Mike said with a worried look.

   "Nonsense," Seth said to both of them, "Some of us came in Jake's Van. I am sure he will take you home."

   "Oh, I don't want to-"

   "You won't be a burden," Jake said with a smile. "Do you boys want to come back to the house? We are gonna grill some of the fish Embry and Quil caught."

   "Oh, um... thank you, but I need to talk to my sister," Beau said. He had been worrying all day about the almost kiss between Edward and him. He knew that he needed to tell Bella before she found out. Their relationship was already strained, and he didnt want a boy to come between them... but boy, he didnt know that would be inevitable.

   "Alright, let's go, but on one condition," Jacob said, and the boys looked up into his eyes, a bit worried, "You guys come to boys' night this coming Friday,"

   "Oh, um..." Beau blushed as he hadn't had many male friends, "You... You know I am gay, right?"

   "Wait, you are?" Mike squeaked.

   "Yeah, so?" Jacob raised an eyebrow.

   Usually, Beau wasn't so bashful. As soon as he got to the beach, he stripped to his panties. It was after he and Mike had been treated like the hot new chew toy all day. He remembered Jake being rambunctious and silly, but this Jacob was criminally good-looking and cheeky. "Er. Yes... okay, I will see what Bells is doing,"

   "Don't bring her," Embry scoffed, crossing his arms, annoyed.

   "He is right," Sam started, leaning against Jacob while looking down into Beau's eyes. Sam and Jacob agreed on a few things, but this was one: He wanted these omegas to be there. "It's a boys' night. Last time I checked, Bella wasn't a guy, was she?"

"O-Okay," Beau looked down and saw Jerad's grip getting lower to his hips. Sam snapped his fingers, and Jared froze before patting Beau on the back.

   "See ya, Beau and Mike," Jerad smiled before tackling Quil and trying to force him back into the water.

   "Bye, guys," Seth smiled while combing his hands through his long jet-black hair. Don't tell the girls about the Boys Night. We don't want them crashing," he winked at the two.

   "Oh... are you guys not leaving? I wouldn't want to rush you all," Beau said, and Mike nodded, backing him up.

   "It's okay, guys. You two look beat. Come on," Jacob snuggled between them, placing hands on the small of their backs. He guided them to the stairs up to where Jake parked. Jacob knew when to talk and not to, though he mostly ignored that. He would drop Beau off first and then Mike, but before he got out of his van, he would ensure that he had both numbers.

   "Mike," Beau turned to look at the boy after a few moments of silence. He wasn't aware that he would be coming out to Mike. He thought it was fairly obvious. Can you meet me in the cafeteria on Monday? I still don't know how to get around," Beau asked to check if they were okay. By the way, Mike smiled from ear to ear, and he knew it was okay.

   "Sure, Beau-Beau," Mike beamed, and Beau smiled back.

   A couple of moments later, when the car pulled to a stop, Beau realized he was home now, "Oh wow, I guess it just seemed like forever on a bike,"

   "Yeah, you are pretty tiny, so it probably seemed like that," Jake said, pulling his phone out of the glove box and handing it to Beau to put in his phone number. He looked at Bella's window and saw her glaring down at them. 

   Jacob has been trying to get her to pay attention to him, to see if he was better than any other man for her, yet he has yet to get that reaction... until today. Jacob cupped Beau's face and whispered into his ear, making eye contact with Bella loving how pissed off she looked. "I'll text you when I want to meet up with you guys. Pack for overnight. We will be camping,"

   "Hey Jake," Beau said with gritted teeth as he had enough of guys getting up in his personal space. Jacob's hand was about to slip under the waistband of his shorts.

   "Yeah, B?"

   "If you and your buddies want to keep your balls, I suggest you keep your hands above my fun zone," Beau said with gritted teeth. Jacob got the hint and quickly took his hands to himself.

   "Er... sorry,"

   "Bye Mike," Beau got out of the van, "Thanks for the ride," Beau offered a wave, and Jacob gave home a nod.

   He hoped Bella would keep the door unlocked because he had left his keys and important things at the library. The librarian was good at keeping lost and found items separate from the rest when she knew who it was and who was more recognizable than the Sheriff's son, who had just moved back to town. 

   As he reached out to open the door, he saw it jiggle. Hearing it unlocked, he assumed it was Bella. The door opened, and he planned to spit out what he wanted to tell her, but then he smelled his father's pine scent.

   "Hey Bubba, have fun at the beach?" Charlie smiled, and Beau calmed down when he saw his father's peaceful smile and disarming aroma, "Them boys didnt give you too much trouble, eh?"

   "No, Daddy," Beau smiled, diving into his father's arms for a hug. He heard a hardy chuckle as he was constricted into his father's embrace. "Well, they did, but I can take care of myself."

   "Well, just be patient with Bells,"

   "What?" Beau widened his eyes, "She is mad at me?"

   "I don't know why, but maybe it is... Aunt Flo is visiting or something." Charlie turned red, trying to make Beau feel better. "Look, it will be fine, whatever it is. Just give her some space,"

   "N-No... I have to explain my side..." Beau said, trying to remain brave, he had done nothing wrong. He was never going to kiss Edward... he just was shocked. Yep, that is definitely why he didnt pull away or beat Edward's ass.

   "Goodluck," Charlie said, patting him on the back, "Imma clean out the grill,"

   "Traitor..." Beau muttered to himself before walking upstairs. Only half wanted back up from his dear ole daddy. "Bells?" Beau asked, knocking on her door before opening it, though it was locked. "Please... Bella, I need to talk to you," Beau said before flinching. The wind didnt even hit him. He didnt even see the tall man's shadow grabbing him by the collar.

   "Please, Please don't tell her. She means everything to me," Edward was so mortified. He didnt know how Bella had found out. He had been trying to get into her room for hours now, but she threatened him with her little cross necklace to get out.

   "She is my sister," Beau snarled at him, "Bella, he tried to kiss me! I didnt let him!" Beau said, and Edward gulped. He grabbed Edward's shirt before he zoomed away. Luckily, Bella shoved open her door.

   "You fucking tried to kiss Jacob?!" Bella snapped before it registered that Edward was in front of her. "Edward? What are you doing here?"

   "Bella, did you fucking hear what I said?" Beau snapped, "Your vampire boyfriend tried to kiss me," Beau snapped. This isn't how he wanted to break it to her, he intended to warn Bella about Edward's wandering eye. Beau didnt really know the fate and magnetic pull Edward felt between them yet.

   "What?!" Bella snarled.

   "Hold on, youre telling me that you were fucking mad at me for Jacob flirting with me when you are dating Edward?" Beau said, now earning the right to be pissed off.

   "Get out of my sight, both of you," Bella said, getting ready to slam the door, but Beau stepped in front.

   "Bella, I didnt do anything wrong! Will you let two boys you have been talking to for a few months come between us? We haven't been apart since the womb up until a couple of months ago!"

   "Yeah, well, maybe that needs to change," Bella shoved at Beau before slamming her door and locking it,

   "Shit..." Edward pinched the bridge of his nose after saving Beau from stumbling down the stairs. Chief Swan came running up the stairs. "This is all my fault, I am so sorry," Edward said. He widened his eyes as Beau started crying, he could also tell that Bella was crying.

   "I think you should leave, Edward," Charlie quickly hugged Beau to comfort him, "Bella, come out here right now and tell me what the hell is going on!" Charlie rubbed on Beau's arm before he stormed off to his room... which was the former nursery. "What the hell is going on!" Charlie said,

   He couldn't open the door, it didn't have a lock on it, so instead, Beau propped a chair up against the knob as a makeshift lock. Edward was a gentleman... or at least, that's what he thought he used to be. So he told him what had gone down, officially being banned from the Swan house for 'the rest of eternity.'

------- 11:10 PM

Swan Home, Forks, Washington

   Luckily for Edward, being uninvited from entering a house or asking permission to get access was an old vampire myth. He told himself he was being an idiot and that he needed to beg for his life and apologize to Bella, yet he was in the room directly under hers.

   He perched at the window on the other side of the room. It was a tiny room, but he still had a good view of Beau. He walked over as Beau started to fidget, by reading his mind, he knew the guy was having a nightmare.

   "Calm down... I will protect you," Edward whispered before caressing his hand down Beau's arm, slowly but soon enough. Beau's subconscious moved onto another dream. Beau relaxed his body a bit, a small smile spreading. He nudged his head under his pillow and was completely safe now. "Shit... what have I gotten into..." He muttered. Please Vote, Comment, Add to your lists, and share this story with a friend:). Updates sporadic 

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One of my guilty pleasures is watching popular shows AFTER the popularity is all gone. For example, I’m watching #Scandal. Like, THE OLIVIA POPE(!!!) for the first time ever. Don’t get me wrong, I know the outline. However, since there are no such thing as #spoilers (my opinion bc I’ve never “heard” a description that EVER does a film justice), something always gets left out. I have to see the story unfold for myself. I like to fill in my own blanks.

THIS SHOW IS GOOD!!!!

Wow. #OliviaAndFitz are actually the least interesting thing happening on this show lol. There’s always some unbelievable actual scandal going on. So far, I’ve made it into the second season and jeez! It’s free smoke for everybody. They be reading each other for fiiiiiilth!!!(I especially HATE how condescending and downright mean #Cyrus is to James). Also, is Olivia Pope a republican!?! Cuz, what!? But not surprising.

So far I really like Olivia and Cyrus’ odd couple friendship. Huck and Olivia are better friends tho. I can tell their relationship is more intimate, less transactional. lol Even when they’re pissed with each other, they’re still fiercely loyal. I hope he gets to be with his family again. The callous way Charlie tried to break him(#752 🥹), I hope he die real slow. Somebody gon have to pop his ass. I can’t believe I’m only on season 2. Speaking of which, I’ve just gotten to where Eli Pope reveals himself to Cyrus. Olivia doesn’t know…yet. Looking forward to that. Most importantly, it seems like everybody run the White House EXCEPT the president. Specifically, #Mellie, Olivia, and Cyrus.

This is def not everything I’ve noticed/seen BUT I am getting sleepy, finally(!). My sleep’s been better these past couple of nights. I guess political dramas lull me 😂😂😂. I’m glad to have another insomnia treatment.

Oh yeah, Fitz is a immature DICK. Even tho I’m only on S2, something tells me that will be consistent throughout the series.

Finally have made it to season 6. Lemme just once again say, THIS IS A GOOD ASS SHOW!!!!

Also, every character needs therapy.

More importantly, can Lauren, the President’s secretary, PLEASE get some props. She the least corrupted person on the show.

First of all, so glad Olivia and Fitz did not get a happy ending. They didn’t deserve it. Cyrus really got what was coming to him and it was sad but also not really. Too much blood on his hands AND he’s a deadbeat/absentee father!!!! Like, he had no concern about Ella at all. Too busy scheming smh.

Abby is a dick. Lowkey, and now majorly highkey you can see how envious/resentful she is of Olivia. That can happen when you feel indebted to someone. Also, take Olivia off the pedestal lol cuz she def be fuxking up to. Fitz is painfully…MEDIOCRE. And also co-dependent. Like he can’t function without a women around men…managing him. I can’t believe how corrupt this firecr**ch ass bitch became. Also, tho if these the same people who have manage to (somewhat)muzzle Rowan, then I get it. The scary lady who’s name i don’t know, is the actress who plays the mom in #YoungSheldon lmao seeing Mary Cooper be a badass is sendiiiiing me 😂😂😂. “Ms. Majorie Ruland”, and ole boy really knew how to tap into Abby’s insecurities.

RIP HUCK!!!! 🥺😡🥺🥺 …..sike! That was a damn good plot twist. But my boy should stick to his guns. A lesson in trusting your instincts. Had Olivia not started questioning her most loyal friend, I don’t think this would’ve happen. But I knew that girl was a weirdo. And he did to. Of course tho, Olivia couldn’t see the forest for the trees. At least not when it comes to her father.

Season 7!!!!

Mellie is president! And a damn good one. Quinn and Charlie being badass vigilante murderers, who make a kid 🥹🥹🥹>>>>>. That damn Cyrus ain’t NEVA leaving the White House. He should have his own wing atp. Seeing Olivia become Eli is cray. She don’t even wear white anymore!!! But Noir Olivia does have much better hair. Lol. I’m so glad Abby is back in the also(it’s lowkey still fuck her tho). I feel like Olivia is gonna snap. And I’m so ready.

Curtis > Jake > Fitz.

Overall : 4/5 ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

[because-she-goes]

october thirty first

warnings: headcannons, drinking, tooth achingly sweet fluff, lots and lots of domestic matty (my fave). Enjoy!

nora x matty

george and charli throw a costume party for halloween that year

matty goes as frankenstein and nora goes as his wife

nora spends all of October crafting their costumes by running around the various thrift stores in London

Matty begrudgingly agrees to go along with her idea at first, but after some convincing and being told he’d be rewarded he lets her dress the two of them up

she paints his face green and does his makeup, he does the white streak in her hair

the two of them taking the other’s costume very seriously and trying their best to make the other look as good as possible

nora also decides on making graveyard brownies for the party and throws bits of candy bars upright in the pan of delectable chocolate batter

they end up each getting a bit wine drunk at the party and being complimented left and right over how cute their outfits are and how well-suited the are for each other

nora beams and giggles all night while matty makes terribly corny jokes over the blood-red punch bowl

the two end the evening by heading home and splitting a spliff still dressed in their elaborate outfits

quite high later that evening, while wrapped in bed sheets and bare-face matty recites some bits of the novel - they had started it on October 1st in preparation… matty claiming he had to go “method” for his costume

nora falls asleep in mattys arms as his glasses droop down his face and his voice lulls her into her dreams

rooney x matty

it is a quiet, cool, picture perfect halloween in the lakes district

matty is up visiting rooney from London after working on the boy’s 6th album

the two spend the holiday by watching some films in the afternoon (alternating between scary and cozy - “a palette cleanser” Rooney states as she turns on Tim Burton’s Corpse Bride, Matty picks The Blair Witch Project to follow it)

they fall asleep together halfway through Casper and awake to a knock echoing through the house coming through the front door

Luckily, Rooney had gone out and got assorted candies for trick or treating, making sure to grab some of Matty’s favorites - maltesers, sour spiders, mixed bags of haribo gummies and mini toblerones

Matty also decides that they should get dressed up if theyre gonna be handing out candy so he ran out that afternoon and grabbed two skeleton onesies and he watches some youtube videos about how to do skeleton facepaint

the pair quickly throw on their outfits and apply some of the makeup according to Matty’s instruction and greet the adorable boy dressed as a sheet ghost and girl dressed as a kitten at their front door

Rooney hands their parents over some cups of mulled wine and pop candy in the bags and wish them a happy halloween

the next group is two older girls dressed as “hot vampires”, Matty compliments their fangs and gives them wine and candy… Rooney spots the two girls kissing, holding hands and laughing as they make their way from the house and down the street and practically melts at how cute they are

Rooney and Matty finish passing out their treats to each group that knocks on their door and they tiredly collapse back onto their couch after wiping the makeup off… Rooney falls asleep quickly, but not before she can hear her favorite voice whisper a “Happy Halloween, Ro… I love you”

thea x matty

as for these two, matty has to work that night at the bar and his boss tells all the employees to dress in a costume

Matty dresses up as Woody from Toy Story since he had most of the supplies for it in his own closet and didn't want to spend much time or money finding materials

Unbeknownst to him, Thea leaves work early with Mona in tow and the two girls go around looking for supplies so she can be Jesse from Toy Story

She finds the cow-hide chaps and the red cowboy hat at the local Ralph Lauren store and she already owned a crisp white button down and some denim cut-offs

Throwing the outfit on and having Mona braid her hair into pig-tails, she prepares for surprising Matty at the bar

Mona drops her fellow texan off at the bar and wishes her a happy halloween as her mercedes peels away

Leaving her in a cloud of dramatic dust, Thea opens the old-timey saloon style door to the bar and saunters in like a pseudo-female John Wayne

Matty’s jaw hits the floor when he sees her roll in, he takes his hat off in shock and places it over his chest out of breath

“Cornflower… you look positively drool worthy, I love the chaps on you!” He quickly compliments and she makes her way over to him. She goes on to order a couple ranch waters and a plate of appetizers as she enjoys the live band and the atmosphere of the busy bar

She watches Matty move gracefully around the bar, quickly serving each customer happily and dancing to the music a bit, she practically becomes liquid as he winks at her at one point while making a sex-on-the-beach

They drive home that night in his Bronco and fall into their comfortable bed… it truly is domestic bliss

[ellie-e-marcovitz]

June 2008

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@drinkyoursoupbitch thank you :)

Penny nodded, though the anxious look stayed. “True, true…”

There was a lull in the conversation, as Penny glanced around, as if she were expecting another person to join us, before abruptly breaking the silence.

“I guess… it’s not so much myself that I’m worried about…” she started. “It’s himself and his job.”

It took everything to not spray her with butterbeer from shock. I had never met Penny’s husband, mainly down to some bad luck and timing. I’d been unable to be at their wedding, as much as I wished I could have, let alone meet the man.

“I know!” Penny wailed. “And it feels like we just got the potions shop up and running, when McGonagall owled and offered me the position.”

An idea popped into my head. “Couldn’t you move it to Hogsmeade?” I asked. “Or help run it on the weekends? Maybe even hire staff to expand it here? Some of the older students, perhaps?”

A lightbulb seemed to come on for Penny. But before she could respond, another figure approached.

“Professor McGonagall!” we exclaimed.

“Miss Haywood, Miss Marcovitz,” she noted, before a mischievous look appeared. “Or shall I say, Mrs. Laurens, Mrs. Weasley.”

We both laughed, cheeks flushed, as Penny stood to greet her, and I pushed myself up to join her.

“I was hoping to know what you’re decision will be, Miss Haywood,” McGonagall asked, as we finished our drinks.

Penny fidgeted with her glass. “I-,” she gulped. “I think I’ll take the position, Professor. As Penny Haywood. Like Ellie,” she gestured towards me, “it’s where my work is tied.”

McGonagall nodded, as if she knew this is what Penny would choose. “Very well.”

They shook on it, and I beamed. Penny would be a very good potions professor.

Otherwise, I tuned out the negotiations, content to take it easy, as Professor McGonagall dictated the contract.

fin.

[an-honest-puck]

a collection of highlights and viewing notes from 'Fielding of Dreams' because I don’t have the time to liveblog while watching but I do have thoughts

for the first time in this random collection post series, this post is arguably all highlights because HOLY HECK THIS WAS GOOD!!!!!

exhibit A of why Oscar shouldn't have his own thoughts(tm): inexplicably adding sheep characters, only for it to backfire and generate 3 sub-plots that they do not have time to unpack XD

in a wild turn of events, one of Lauren's characters *doesn't* compliment Dave's character!!

"I mean, yes, he's tall, but I don't know what you see in him" - Lauren's character referring to Dave's character

quick, everyone! be a mermaid! *Dave starts doing body rolls*

this movie's fun because you can visibly see Dave just trying to make Matt laugh XD

like, the little arm waving Dave does at Matt before his character 'kidnaps' Matt's character (i.e., Dave scoops Matt up and carries him out of the scene, bridal-style XD)

and of course

"I am the sun, shining on the lake. TIS THE SOLSTICE! TIS THE SOLSTICE!" - Dave The Sun

yo Lauren being cheeky af is my new fave thing!!!!

"Get me my tequila" - Lauren, as a grandma to her pet sheep XD

gotta love Lauren getting away with stuff like suggesting her character's daughter and son-in-law have a shot of tequila before continuing their day, and Oscar not pausing at all LMAO

Lauren: Have a shot of tequila and say 'Parenting is hard!'

Laura: Parenting is hard! Cheers!

Dave: Slam slam slam! Parenting is hard!

evil power couple of Phil (Dave) and Ann (Bryony)!!!

Bry does such a smooth evil character voice - lulls you into a false sense of security, but it's the way the word 'darling' rolls off her tongue that makes you pause ya dig?

"Down here, down here with the gold, you can see your life ahead / Down here, down here with the gold, you can have the bobbles on your head!" - Dave

speaking of rhymes, Bryony being a rhyming wizard in the overlapping song!!!

"When you go above, people will roll out the red carpet / And my dear, if you think that's my only idea, I'm only just getting started" - Bryony, coming in with a freaking internal rhyme (dear/idea) AND rhyming 'carpet' with 'started'!!!!! queen shit!!!!

Bryony: They'll give you a crown and scepter / And will you be the best? Oh you betcha

watching several of these MMNIs has made me realise- if you ever want the plot to make sense or move forward in a way that makes sense as a real narrative, ya gotta let Bryony and/or Dave steer because both of them are most likely to stick to the plot/solve the plot problems in a way that makes sense and not in a down-the-rabbit-hole way like Shields lmao

MATT CAVENDISH YOU BLOODY BRILLIANT MAN

the Happy Here Reprise?!!?!?! so good?!?!!? the way he paused the song, got everyone to do that scene change and final note together??!?!?!? GENIUS

I could yell about Matt in this movie for a while so I'll just say that his little directions in the musical numbers throughout this movie were genius and I am totally 100% normal about them *visibly shaking*

bouncy excited Oscar/Jono at the end!!!!! <3

"I'm genuinely quite emotional!" - Oscar/Jono (me too, buddy, me too :') )