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NITE remix of Under Bright Neon Stars by The Foreign Resort b/w Outnumbered (Single Edit)

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Performed by: Myles Munroe and Tessa Cunningham Munroe

Number: “There’s Nothing Holdin’ Me Back” 

Improvised by: Myles Munroe and Tessa Cunningham Munroe

Style: West Coast Swing

From: Floorplay Swing Vacation 2020

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My Home, My Heart - Platonic!141 x Reader

Fem!reader Summary: Y/N has two younger sisters named Emi and Marigold. Y/N has invited her teammates to her farm relax after their deployment, they enjoy an early morning together with Y/N's younger sisters. Masterlist

Cw: Mentions of an absent mother, mentions of alcohol, very cringe writing

Word Count: 2232

The morning air was cold and thick with the scent of brewing coffee and dusty curtains. You winced, pulling yourself from your cocoon of quilts and comforters. You reached for the knitted sweater you left on the floor with a yawn, still tasting last night's bourbon on your tongue. You scratched the back of your head, tangled hair falling down your back. A pleasant sting in your muscles drew you further into consciousness. The intricate tattoos stretching over the scarred skin was a prideful mapping of your stories and ancestry. A permanent reminder of what you cherished most. 

You made your way across the familiar path of your bedroom, your socked feet creeking across the worn wooden floor boards. You thumped down the stairs to squint away the morning light shining through the fogged windows. Tracing your nails across the scratches in the wooden railing as you did when you were little. Your farm house was quaint, nestled into a vast, rich, valley that was folded into the ocean cliffside. If you were lucky and the morning mists parted in time, you could see the sun kiss the churning waters golden. The property had been in your family for decades, the imprint of different generations found in the old oil-stained recipe books stored over your stove, the tablecloths and plaid quilts your grandmothers had sewed together by hand, the worn-in farming tools that you had been teaching your sisters to use, and in the welcoming promise of security you returned to after every deployment. You cared for this home, the same way it had cared for you and your sisters. So when money grew scarce and your mother abandoned the property, you joined the military, trained as a combat medic, and sent the majority of your checks back to the farm and into your sister's schooling. Little did you know that in joining the army and eventually qualifying as an SAS soldier, you would find yourself under the command of Captain John Price along with the other chosen candidates for the coveted 141 squad. In which you had managed to find the comfort of home far away from it. 

You had found it in their smiles and their hearty laughter. In Johnny's jabs at Simon for his British mannerisms and in your conversations with Gaz regarding his nightmares surrounding the night he first met the captain. You found it in your Price’s encouraging rants about bravery and in his habit to always make sure you had eaten at least one thing that day. You found it in random bars and around a deck of cards, in the bottom of cheap beer bottles and the barracks of the different bases you were rotated between. When you first joined, you believed that you had only two goals, make sure none of these men die, and if they do make sure they don’t die alone. It was only through the many bullets you had to dig out of their muscles and the frantic stitching of open wounds did you begin to see these men as your brothers rather than colleagues. You cared for them with disciplined tenderness, never treating them as broken but always ready to help fix and mend their wounds. And as your first year on the team stretched into three you eventually had invited them to spend a few nights at the farm. Before, only Gaz, Roach and Johnny found time to make the trip. It was only now that you had convinced everyone to come up for at least one night, with Price and his wife meant to be driving up that evening. It was meant to symbolize how far you had come as a team but also a merging between your two homes. A celebration of your camaraderie and friendship, or that's what you told yourself as you stocked up on ibuprofen for the inevitable hangovers you would have to deal with. Your sisters were ecstatic, to have someone else in the house to talk and play with other than you. You couldn’t blame them. In your phone calls with Marigold in the days leading up to your flight back, she couldn’t stop talking about how happy she and Emi were to see their uncle Johnny and to finally meet the mysterious Simon Riley you talked so much about. 

Your lieutenant was someone you knew didn’t have a home like yours to return to. You had never forced Simon into feeling obligated to accept your offer, even if you told him every holiday and summer season that he was welcomed in your home and that your sisters would love to meet him. So, when you made your way to the kitchen and saw from across the tiled counter that your youngest was sitting at his side, asking feverish questions about his tattoos while tracing them with her small chubby fingers, you felt a mixture of relief and pride bloom in your chest. ‘Morn’in… you sleep well?’ Gaz asks who stands at your coffee maker, pouring himself a cup. You smile, realizing that the tension that held his shoulders back and his jaw tight had finally dissipated. The cream cable-knit sweater was pulled up to his elbows so as to not get the fabric dirtied with coffee grounds. 

‘Of course.. How could I not after last night?’ He smirked, dumping fresh grounds into the machine. You were referencing the long card game you had played the night before. All of you finally went to bed when Roach’s slurred speech was entirely indiscernible, elated from the bottles of Geniuss Johny had brought from his trip into town that day with Simon. 

‘Well, you are still the only one who has managed to stay sober, that might change tonight once captain gets here’ Gaz says, you snickered as you pulled the fridge open, finding the coffee creamer. You handed it to Gaz, knowing he is the only one who likes the stuff, you stocked up. In a trade, he handed you a cup of coffee of your own. You took a generous swig, the dark liquid burned down your throat, waking you up. 

‘Y/N!’ The squeal of your little sister's voice made you smile widely, giggling at the way she perked up from Simon’s arms, finally noticing you. Her bright red hair was messy and tangled. Your old shirt she had chosen to sleep in hung from her small body with the tube socks bunching down her calves. You set the cup down before crouching down to pick her up and swing her into your arms as she ran into the kitchen, peppering her freckled cheeks and forehead with kisses. After coming back from every deployment, you tried to give your sisters as many kisses and hugs you think they missed when you were away.

‘There’s my little lass! What were ya do’in with our Simon there lovie? This early in ‘da morn’in?’ You cooed, brushing back the frizzy strands from her bright round face. Her arms pat your shoulders in her built up excitement. ‘He- He was tell’in me ‘bout the dwa’ins on his a~arms.. It’s like yours!’ She said pointing back at Simon, who sat idly on your couch. The one requirement you gave him was that he wasn’t allowed to wear his ski-mask in the house. You wanted your sisters to know the real Simon, not the soldier. You chuckled, looking back at your lieutenant, his lips drawn upwards as he looked down at his hands. Gaz reached over and ruffled your sister's hair before kissing her head and turning back to switch on your old stove and pulling out a large pan from your cupboard. ‘Was he now? That is just… huh’ You said fake-surprised. Only your baby sister could have gotten Simon to smile so easily. Gaz softly chuckled as you set your sister on the island counter. You heard Simon scoff, leaning back on the couch. You winked at Gaz, realizing that you and him now had the best blackmail for when you were back on base. ‘What do you want in your pancake’s Emi?’ Gaz asked you sister, fishing out the carton of eggs, fetched yesterday by Marigold from your coop. 

‘Chocolate please.. And blueberries!’ Emi said, swinging her feet ‘Is Roach and Soap up yet?’

You ask both of them, fetching another mug and pouring a cup of coffee for Simon. Carrying the fresh cup over to your lieutenant. ‘Kid’s knocked out cold.. really can’t handle his liquor. Johny’s up though.. Took Mari out to chop would I think’ Simon said, nodding as he took the steaming porcelain cup into his large hands. ‘Did he? We should fetch them in a few.. wanna get started on dinner prep after Gaz finishes up’ You say, looking out the window expecting to see your sister and Johnny with arms filled with pine logs, trudging through the thick build-up of snow. You sip your coffee, fat lazy flakes of white drift lazily from the hazy sky. In the distance you can see the plump black bodies of your cows stomping through the blanketed fields, swaddled in their winter coverings. The soft crackle of the wood stove in your living room blended together with the muted conversation struck up between Emi and Gaz. Emi asking him if he had cows and chickens in Birmingham like we do here. You turned at the shuffled Simon standing beside you. One of his hands in his sweatpants pocket with the other wrapped around the rim of his mug. You smiled, hoping that Simon felt the same collective comfort you felt any time you would look out from this window. ‘My sister would never! She.. Sh-’ ‘Oh but she would! She’s an absolute menace lassie..’ You groaned, leaning your head back. Johnny’s voice carried from the back porch. Only now did you realize that having your teammates and your sisters in the same room meant they now had every reason to share the many embarrassing stories of you they had collected over the years. You took another swig of your coffee, smiling at the sound of Marigold's high-pitched laughter as Johnny recounted one of the nights he had to drive you home from the bar with you entirely shit-faced, trying to grab hold of the steering wheel from the backseat. You smiled down at your cup, downing the last of the hot liquid. ‘I’m really glad you're here Si’ You say, just loud enough for the two of you. Looking up at him, you couldn’t tell if the softening of his eyes was from the coffee kicking in or your comment. Either way, to see your Lieutenant so relaxed was rare and welcomed. You were proud that you could give this to him. Repayment for all of the times he had listened to your rantings about your mom’s non-involvement in your sisters lives. For the late-night walks around the different bases after one of you had a nightmare. For the constant reassurance that you could stick behind him and the rest of the team for protection and certainty. He turned to you to say something, only you had turned away at the crack of the porch door opening and snowy boots being kicked off.

‘Y/N! is it true that you were captured by yanks and..and Johnny had to save you? Your sister asked you, her face flushed red from the bite of the cold and the swinging of your axe. Between your two sisters, Marigold looked the most like you. The gentle swoop of her freckled nose and chocolate brown eyes always was a surprisingly reminder that you shared her beautiful features. You took the pale bucket from her arms, filled with split cedar logs. Looking over her shoulder to glare at your sergeant, who winked at you as he unzipped his coat. Snowflakes falling off of his shoulders. ‘You go wash up lovie, breakfast should be done by then, Ya Gaz?’ You asked into the kitchen, receiving a muted ‘yea’ from Gaz. You gently squeezed your sister's icy cheeks. You kissed her hairline, her darker red curls peeking out from the green headband she tied her hair back with. She hurried up the stairs with a hum. You sighed, placing the pale on your hip. You watched as Johnny ruffled Emi’s hair as he got himself coffee before taking his place beside Simon, who still stood watching your snowy farm through the fogged window. You sighed, crouching in front of the wooden stove and opening the hatch. The dwindling flames licked your arms as you placed the fresh wood over the coals. The ambient shrill of laughter and the warm buttery scent of Gaz’s pancakes settled you. You shut the stove with a harsh click. You picked up your baby sister from the counter and set her on your hip, tsking at the chocolate smudged around her mouth. A clear indication that Gaz let her get into the chocolate chip bag. You smiled, looking out over your home. Realizing that the people you cared for the most were all here. Tucked away in your warm, hidden paradise. There would be no surprises, no alarms or sirens, no uncertainty and panic. For once, you were certain in the safety of your team and certain in your care and appreciation for them. You just hoped that they felt the same.

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🎶✨when u get this, list 5 songs u like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (positivity is cool)🎶✨

I'm currently listening to:

Roots by Calum Scott

Die with a Smile by Lady Gaga & Bruno Mars

Angel of My Dreams (S.A.D. Version) by JADE

Why Why Why by Shawn Mendes

Stargazing by Myles Smith

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1, 20, 21, 37 for the fic writer’s ask:))

Thank youuuuuuuuu 🥰🥰🥰

1. Compliment your writing!

Blerg. I'm pretty good at purple prose!!

But no, I do think my description is a strength (even if I need to tone it down sometimes - here's looking at the 9k of way too detailed smut I've spent the last three days writing). And the technical stuff around punctuation (particularly direct speech) but that's probably because it annoys me so much when it's wrong.

20. What was the last thing you researched for a story?

You got beaten to this one, I'm afraid!! But the answer was violet wands (hehehehe).

21. What do you do when you get writer's block?

Power through? Or switch to something else. I find the easiest way for me to clear the block is to write and write and write until all the shit ideas are out of my head and then I go back and either delete or rewrite the crappy bits. If I just sit around twiddling my thumbs then the block only gets worse and it becomes harder to get back into the swing of things.

I also find it helpful to hold myself accountable through tracking my word count. I have a little graph that goes up each day and nothing is more satisfying than beating the total from the previous day. Plus I track it month to month, so I can try and beat the total from previous months as well.

37. Pick one of your fics and share three songs to go with it

I'm going to cheat and do my half finished, not really a story yet, modern AU because that's the playlist I'm listening to right now.

Love Me Like A Friend by Fly By Midnight (the reason why he just can't...)

Stargazing by Myles Smith (the big climax of the story when they finally get their shit together)

Mutual by Shawn Mendes (for the sexy 'I think there might be something here' scene in which they are both trying to appear completely unaffected)

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Myles Hart

Age: 27 - 34 (Verse dependent)

Height: 5'9"

Gender: Male (Trans)

Orientation: Pansexual

Species: Werecoyote (Western Coyote)

Important scar covering tattoo

Main Verse Bio:

Myles is a relatively young up and coming tattoo artist who specializes in tattoos for those in the supernatural community. Especially those who find it difficult to get tattoos to stay and last with any sort of quality. He recently opened his own shop with a small apartment above it that he calls home.

He tends to have a soft and calming disposition. You'd be hard pressed to find anyone who actively dislikes him. If they do, they just don't know him yet.

LOTR / Hobbit Verse:

Known as Mylis Heartstone amongst his fellow dwarves, he has his own small stall in the dwarven market, selling, mending, and making leather goods, clothes, smaller weapons, hilts, and the like.

He cannot fully transition being in the Middle Earth setting, but being a dwarf, he still grows facial hair even with his female form. His facial hair his just not as thick or full as the biologically male dwarven counterparts. He does wonder if magic may be able to help him, but he fears the cost. For now, he binds his chest and does his best to blend in. After all, those outside the mountain may find it difficult to tell he's not a born male. In most verses he has left dwarven society and finds himself traveling, wanting to find someplace to start anew where he was never known as female to begin with.

It is of note that in a version of this verse, Mylis has twin sons, Thestir and Destir, with @ofstxne's Fili.

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Introducing: Melissa Myles

Fandom: Laws Of Attraction

Face Claim: Reese Witherspoon

Full Name: Melissa Anne Myles

Nickname/Alias/Pet Names: Lissy

Age: 27

Myers Briggs Type: ENFP

Love Interest: Thorne Jamison

Occupation: Photographer

Collections: Photo Albums

Style/Clothing: Melissa encapsulates everything girly. She loves pink, lace, heels and jewelry. Some may call her style hyperfeminine, but what other people think is none of her business. She loves the way she dresses and does so with confidence.

Signature Quote: "A picture isn’t worth a thousand words, but it can tell a story."

Plot Summary: Melissa has done all kinds of shoots around the world, but when she books an album cover shoot for Thorne Jamison, she’s truly met her match. He’s late, rude and frankly a bit of a diva. Everything about him clashes with Melissa's professional and poised demeanor. Working with him is a nightmare, but she produces good results. As a way to thank her, and mend fences, Thorne offers to take her out for drinks. She almost refuses, but she doesn’t like to leave any job on a sour note, so she accepts. As to how she woke up half dressed in his bed the following morning, well, she can explain.

Forever Tag: @baubeautyandthegeek, @kmc1989, @curious-kittens-ocs, @fanficanatic-tw, @gcthvile

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A summary of What my Characters have been up too since the Earthquake.

Chris ~ He has fully moved in with Em, been helping her recover and taking care of her for the first few days. Upon receiving a box on the front of the porch. Seeing it addressed to her he assumed it was an early birthday gift from someone. Upon giving it to her seeing her reaction to receiving it only to find out it was a gift from Jim. Explaining it was the sweater she was wearing the day Jim and her met. it had gotten ruined and they had tried everything. Yet here it was in perfect condition, restored to its former glory. She told Chris her concerns. Chris has promise to try for her sake. He didn't say anything but he can't help but feel like there is more too it than that. He has since thrown himself into his work and helping the town rebuild now that Em is feeling a little better. He has not told his concerns to anyone and he doesn't plan too. He's not in the mood for the ' I told you so's" anyway... He has yet to tell Em about Jim and Charlie or the fight they got into after the earthquake.

Teddy ~ Has also Thrown himself into his work. At his own restaurant as well as the Diner. Helping to lighten the load on Celia as her and the rest of the Crew mourn Sammie's death. Teddy's is also Mourning the loss of Sammie. She had become a very close friend of his since the renascence festival. He's been quite and distant to most except those he's closest with (Kirby, Ceila, and Morgan to name a few). Having Kirby and Ziti around has been his saving grace. However on the nights Kirby isn't around it's rough. He's having trouble sleeping and when he dose it's because he's cried himself into exhaustion (being separated from Kirby once again during an event like this has taken a toll on him).

Amber ~ Is just happy that all her siblings are accounted for with the new addition of Nattie. She admitted her feelings to Noah after things had settled after the earthquake. Now its just a matter of her not being painfully awkward about it at the bar.

Hope ~ Spent the majority of the after math helping where she could. Hair in a messy bun all torn up almost unrecognizable. She is coming to realize this is way bigger than the shit she has going on. Spent a good bit of the day keeping an eye out for Halley and asking if she had been seen or taken care of. While she only Knew Minnie for a short about of time. The Dance Hall is not the same without her. She is trying to keep the place running and is still allowing pre-planned classes to continue. She has set up a small memorial for Minnie in the lobby for her friends, family, classmates, and students to visit.

Toni ~ been caring for Myles since her ankles been healing. On top of that she's been feeling a bit under the weather, Myles has chalked it up to stress but Toni is thinking its something a bit more serious. They plan to have her get checked out if it worsens. Toni has been helping around town as best as he could when he's not at the Library or the Diner. Him and Teddy have had a moment to sit down and talk things out. Their friendship is slowly but surely on the mend. Teddy's told him he's more than welcome to get a free meal or two from the restaurant for him and Myles if they need it.

Freya Chamberlain ~ Has been helping the town rebuild where she can, this poor girl is not equipped for this. She is struggling.

Jim~ Spending most of his time with charlie. Helping her train but keeping her at arms length since the fight with Chris. Seeing Em like that has really messed with his head (Says a lot for a hit man). He left Em alone for the 12 days since (Leaving the Sweater was his way of closing the door on things). figuring Chris has told Em about him and Charlie. Even though they haven't hooked up since before the earthquake. He still wares his wedding band, his guilt heavier than ever.

Josie ~ Wants to throw hands with Sky Gumby for tossing the town like a salad right when things were get a little spicy with G in the woods. After crying at the state the library was in after the quake she has been helping where she can. On the flip side she has been distracting her want to jump G by cleaning up his grave sight to suprise him. As of the 13th of November she is 16 weeks pregnant (I hope I counted that right lol I have lost track besties, time is an illusion)

Damian ~ Bud is not okay (What's new). Loosing someone in the fire like Sammie has cause this boy so much guilt. He's felt he failed his town He's been numbing the main with his usual. Sex, booze, and drugs. To the untrained eye hes typical Damian but to those who really know him can tell how much worse he is.

Oliver ~ Came in to town on the 11th, still does not know about his daughter yet is still trying to get his barrings.

[nynaeve-mashiara]

“I have longed all these years, for Rhaenys, the sister I lost in the Sack of Kings Landing. Can you imagine my delight when I learnt I had yet another sister, who had been hidden in plain sight for twenty years?” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “Rule by my side, be my Hand, help me mend the Seven Kingdoms and usher in a golden age of Targaryen rule.”

“I wish I could believe you true. I wish my brother had survived the Sack of King’s Landing. I wish it was only Rhaenys’s blood, dripping off of Tywin Lannister’s hands. That my children had more than one uncle by blood.” She said, her voice thick with unshed tears. “Yet I have Dreamt, and had Seeings, and been warned by ancestors as varied as Bloodraven, Visenya the Conqueror, Daenys the Dreamer, Queen Helaena, Aegon the Conqueror, and Uncle Aemon at the Wall, of a black dragon painted red, covered in a cloth of gold. The Golden Company, howevermuch it is a sellsword company, working for coin, would never aid a Targaryen in reclaiming the Iron Throne. All their commander generals and most of their other officers have been Blackfyre loyalists, or their descendants.”

The wolf bared its teeth. The red and the yellow dragons swooped lower.

“I am here simply to request that you leave, and to reclaim my family’s ancestral sword. I will let you leave unharmed, if you so do.”

“What would it take to convince you, sister?” Aegon choked out.

“You cannot. I am sorry you have been raised in a lie, but my brother is dead. Blackfyre, if you please.” She said, holding out her hand.

“You dare dismiss your king?” Jon demanded.

“I am the rightful ruler of the Seven Kingdoms, Prince Rhaegar’s only surviving child. Did you think anyone with a shred of knowledge of history would believe you? Both of my grandfathers fought in the war of the Ninepenny Kings. Ser Barristan Selmy killed the last male-line Blackfyre pretender, the captain general of the Golden Company. It was that deed that got him elevated to the Kingsguard. If you wanted him to have as much as a shred of credibility, you should have picked any other sellsword company. Better yet, you should have handed him off to grandmama eighteen years ago.” she said, resting her left hand on the dirk at her hip and beckoning with the right she still had extended towards Aegon. “Telling Queen Rhaella is the only way anyone would have believed you, believed him true. Yet she never would have. Face it, Jon, you spent five years in the Golden Company under captain general Ser Myles Toyne. The original agreement must have been with him. There is no way a Toyne would work towards a Targaryen restoration; it is as likely as having Stannis Baratheon crown me tomorrow.”

“You dare, you, the cause of the entire War of the Usurper.” Jon bit out.

“I think you will find, Jon Connington, that the trigger of what would be known as Robert’s Rebellion, the War of the Usurper, was murder.” She said, cocking a brow. “Mother and father eloped, true. Mother out of love, or a wish for independence, or to be rid of a betrothed she did not want. Father out of the belief that Lyanna Stark’s steel, her wolf blood, her ice, the magic in the Stark bloodline, unbroken since Brandon the Builder raised the Wall eight thousand years ago, would produce a warrior princess worthy of the name Visenya. Worthy of being the third head of the dragon. Worthy of carrying a prophecy he did not fully understand. Yet war could have been avoided, had not Aerys Targaryen burned Brandon Stark alive in his own armour with wildfire, and demanded Rickard, Eddard, and Benjen Stark, and Robert Baratheon travel to King’s Landing to suffer the same fate. For the crime of wanting Lyanna Stark returned, whom they believed to be abducted.”

“Aerys was the king!”

“Aerys was mad!” she bit out. “Hand over Blackfyre, and I will allow you to leave.”

“And if we refuse?” Jon scoffed.

The white dragon raised its head high, looking behind them towards the assembled ranks of the Golden Company.

“Then, Jon, I will simply recreate the Field of Fire. The only parts of Westeros not loyal to me is Joffrey Hill and his sycophants in King’s Landing, the Westerlands, and the Iron Islands. Cousin Renly has decided to lay aside his claim, to keep his position as Master of Laws on the Small Council, and wedding Aunt Daenerys.” She said, taking a step closer to grip the hilt of Blackfyre.

He gripped her wrist to wrench her hand away, but froze as an arrow flew just an inch past his head.

“Those arrows are poisoned, Blackfyre. I might be a Targaryen, the Blood of Old Valyria, but I am also a Stark, the blood of Winterfell, a daughter of the North. I was raised by Rickard Stark as his heir, the future Stark, Lady Paramount, Warden of the North. I am loved, honoured, respected there. The Crannogmen of the Neck do not allow me to walk anywhere unguarded.”

With that, she drew Blackfyre out of the scabbard at his waist, and turned to return to her dragon. Her wolf followed her, and Ser Arthur Dayne, her sworn shield, her protector, walked backwards so he still had them in his sight.

[mfred]

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Alice Braga

Alinne Moraes

Allison Scagliotti

Álvaro Morte

Amita Suman

Andreas Pietschmann

Anya Chalotra

Aya Asahina

Ayaka Konno

Ayame Misaki

B

Bianca Comparato

Boyd Holbrook

Burn Gorman

C

Camila Mendes

Candice Accola King

Clemens Schick

Cote de Pablo

Courteney Cox

D

Daniel Brühl

Daniel Gillies

Daniel Kaluuya

David Duchovny

David Tennant

Dominic Cooper

E

Elyas M'Barek

Emilia Jones

Emma Appleton

Emma Mackay

Emmy Raver-Lampman

Eve Myles

Ewan McGregor

F

Florence Kasumba

Freema Agyeman

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Gugu Mbatha-Raw

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Hannah John-Kamen

Harold Perrineau

Hayley Law

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Ian Somerhalder

Ícaro Silva

Idris Elba

Ilkka Villi

Iwan Rheon

J

Jade Tailor

Jella Haase

Jenna Ortega

Jessica Parker Kennedy

Jessie Mei Li

Jodelle Ferland

Joey Batey

John Boyega

John Simm

[robinsnest2111]

scored hella good stuff at the fleamarket today ✨

nirvana t-shirt, ballet-style shrug with sleeves long enough to cover the entire length of my arms!, a lace up front bodysuit (might wear this to the kiss concert after a few alterations and mending holes!), a skaterdress, a henley style short sleeve shirt, 4 cds (saturday night fever soundtrack, raindancing by alison moyet, issues by korn, alannah myles' self titled album as a replacement for my worn out copy), 3 dvds (freddy vs. jason, e.t., queen of the damned)

[midnightsaboteur]

BOXED MUSES - January 2023 Update

What are ‘Boxed Muses’ on this blog?

Boxed muses are characters I’ve written in the past who are not currently part of my active, open roster.

They can have this status for several reasons, such as them not having had any active threads in a while, or because I currently lack a writing muse for them.

Hence, they are 'in the box' rather than dropped outright.

What does this mean for characters on the list?

Firstly, I’m always very happy to take any character 'out of the box' at any time if you want to write with them! This applies whether you've written with them before, or if you want a new ship!

These characters are not available generally or publicly for 'open use' but they are available on request.

To this end, I'm also happy to do private threads on Discord with any muse from this list, or do 'one-off' threads with them at any time.

I may reblog inspo/pictures for these boxed muses whilst in the box, and they may come out of the box if I find a strong muse for them again.

The ‘boxed’ muses are:

Colt Adams - 31, heterosexual, mechanic, Austin Butler

Abel Archer - 33, heterosexual, vice detective, Stephen James

Lysander Atwood - 26, bisexual, actor, Nico Greetham

James Bond - 39, heterosexual, 00 agent, Various

Xander Coeman - 28, heterosexual, app developer, Danny Griffin

Georgia Covington - 29, pansexual, lawyer, Florence Pugh

Ramon Delgado - 45, pansexual, private detective, Edgar Ramirez

Silas Fitzgerald - 41, pansexual, cabal leader, Ben Barnes

Troy Hamilton - 35, bisexual, vineyard owner, Drew van Acker

Atticus Harding - 31, pansexual, bartender, Nico Tortorella

Holden James - 43, heterosexual, academic, Dave Annable

Oberon King - 29, pansexual, homicide detective, Will Poulter

Othello King - 39, bisexual, archaeologist, Wilson Bethel

Romeo King - 35, heterosexual, con artist, Aaron Tveit 

Myles Kinnaman - 31, pansexual, tattoo artist, Machine Gun Kelly

Nicholas Langston - 37, heterosexual, politician, Daniel Sharman

Dana Lockridge - 34, bisexual, DEA agent, Phoebe Tonkin

Antony Lockwood - 38, heterosexual, police inspector, Ed Skrein

Callum Macfarlane - 42, heterosexual, British PM, Sam Heughan

Jayson Masters - 29, bisexual, trainer/fighter, Gavin Leatherwood

Domenico Palance - 28, pansexual, Italian mob heir, Cody Christian

Raymond Palance - 52, heterosexual, Italian mob boss, Joe Manganiello

Reggie Prentice - 32, homosexual, escort, Daniel Sharman

Brody Reynolds - 32, bisexual, personal trainer, Zac Efron

Oliver Reynolds - 29, heterosexual, FBI agent, Ben Hardy

Avery Russo - 24, pansexual, busker, Shawn Mendes

Rocky Sheehan - 32, pansexual, pastry chef, Jeremy Allen White

Axel Thiel - 28, homosexual, footballer, Matthew Noszka

Dino Varga - 28, bisexual, footballer, Billy Magnussen

Grey Winstanley - 34, heterosexual, lawyer, Theo James

OTHER, OLDER MUSES

I also have muses who I’ve previously written and have dropped. Again, this is either due to a combination of not having a writing muse for them and/or no active threads.

If you previously wrote with a muse who doesn’t appear on either my muses page or the boxed list above, and you’d like to write with them again, please let me know, and I’d be happy to bring them back!

[xasha777]

In a world where the veil between nature and magic thinned with each passing day, the forest of Elysia stood as a testament to this transformation. Here, the air shimmered with a palpable enchantment, and the creatures that roamed its depths were not just animals, but guardians of ancient wisdom.

Among them was Vaelor, the Stag of Stars, whose antlers were not mere bone but living branches teeming with the verdant bounty of the forest. His eyes glowed with the light of a thousand fireflies, and his body was adorned with mystical symbols that pulsed with an ethereal glow. Vaelor was the keeper of the forest's heart, the core of life that sustained the magic of Elysia.

Beyond the mystical borders of Elysia, the world of men thrived in technological splendor, ignorant of the enchantments that lay hidden. Their latest achievement was a breed of genetically engineered Lincoln sheep, known for their luminous wool that held the capacity to store energy. These sheep were more than livestock; they were bioreactors, part of a grand scheme to harness biological systems for power.

The balance of nature began to waver when a rogue scientist, Dr. Elara Myles, discovered the portal to Elysia. Obsessed with the fusion of technology and magic, she envisioned a new world where both could coexist and enhance each other. With her Lincoln sheep, she entered the forest, unaware of the rules she was about to break.

As the sheep grazed on the enchanted flora, their wool absorbed not just energy but magic, glowing brighter with an uncanny luminescence. This disturbance did not go unnoticed. Vaelor, sensing the intrusion of foreign magic, sought out the source, leading him to Elara and her flock.

Elara, struck by the majesty and power of Vaelor, saw in him the perfect conduit for her experiments. She proposed a symbiosis: her technology could amplify the forest's magic, while the magic could enhance her creations. However, the forest was not hers to command, and Vaelor, wise and ancient, had seen the ruin that often followed man’s ambition.

Yet, he sensed something pure in Elara’s spirit, a genuine desire to mend the worlds of nature and human innovation. Thus, he offered her a challenge: to live among the forest creatures and learn the ways of magic from its roots, to understand the true essence of balance and respect.

Elara accepted, leaving her life of science to follow the path of magic under Vaelor's guidance. As the months passed, the Lincoln sheep, now roaming freely, became part of the forest, their glowing wool a sight of wonder, symbolizing a new era of harmony.

The story of Elara and Vaelor spread beyond Elysia, a tale of a world where the lines between science and magic blurred into a beautiful coexistence, inspiring those who believed that perhaps, in the careful stewardship of both, lay the salvation of their own fading world.

[atletasudando]

Más medallas sudamericanas en el u20 en Puerto Rico

Aunque los atletas de Estados Unidos extendieron su hegemonía este sábado 5 de agosto en el Estadio Centroamericano de Mayagüez (Puerto Rico), en el segundo y penúltimo día del 21° Campeonato Panamericano u20, varios equipos sudamericanos pudieron disfrutar con sus valores en la zona de medallas. Así sucedió en los 1.500 metros llanos, ganados por el canadiense Riley Flemington con 3:50.70, donde el uruguayo Gonzalo Gervasini (FOTO) fue subcampeón con 3:51.79 y el argentino Uriel Rodrigo Muñoz logró la medalla de bronce con 3:51.91. Los atletas de Brasil subieron al podio en las pruebas de vallas. En los 110 m. para hombres, José Mendes marcó 13.55, escoltando al estadounidense Blaise Atkinson (13.46) y al jamaiquino Daniel Beckford (13.52). Y en los 100 vallas para damas, la brasileña Lays Rodrigues marcó 13.94 para obtener el tercer puesto, detrás de la estadounidense Myle Greene (13.70) y de la jamaiquina Asharria Ulett (13.76). En esta prueba, la argentina Helen Bernard Stilling fue cuarta con 14.30. La Argentina sumó otra medalla de bronce con su posta 4x100, formada por Matías Castro, Lucas y Tomás Villegas y Tomás Mondno, quienes marcaron 40.26 y obtuvieron el tercer puesto. Se trata de la primera medalla de un relevo argentino masculino en el historial de esta competición. Ganó Bahamas con 39.75, seguido por Puerto Rico con 40.15, quedando descalificados los favoritos: Estados Unidos y Jamaica. En los 5.000 metros para damas, la peruana Verónica Huacas logró el tercer puesto con 17:20.74, detrás de la canadiense Chloe Turner (17:09.71) y de la estadounidense Nirit Ahuja (17:19.65). Los otros títulos fueron para Estados Unidos, brillando su posta femenina 4x100 que marcó 42.88. Aidan Crater logró el Decathlon con 6.808 puntos y también ganaron Seth Allen en disco con 60.58, Juriad Hughes en salto en largo (7.61) y Christine Mallard en los 400 llanos con 51.80. En esta prueba, pero en hombres, los canadienses concretaron el 1-2 a través de Will Floyd (45.62) y Christopher Morales (46.34).   Read the full article

[eddysocs]

Laws Of Attraction OC Masterlist

Name: Melissa Myles

Face Claim: Reese Witherspoon

Love Interest: Thorne Jamison

Fic Title: Thorne In My Side

Plot Summary: Melissa has done all kinds of shoots around the world, but when she books an album cover shoot for Thorne Jamison, she’s truly met her match. He’s late, rude and frankly a bit of a diva. Everything about him clashes with Melissa's professional and poised demeanor. Working with him is a nightmare, but she produces good results. As a way to thank her, and mend fences, Thorne offers to take her out for drinks. She almost refuses, but she doesn’t like to leave any job on a sour note, so she accepts. As to how she woke up half dressed in his bed the following morning, well, she can explain.