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[inkskinned]

in the time loop the only way out is to leave her there but you don't ever leave her there, never in the roughly one thousand years you have been in the same day. it is probably like "50 first dates" but you haven't stooped so low as to watch "50 first dates" yet. (but who is to say what another thousand years of the same media will bring to you, maybe you will develop a new taste).

you spent about 200 of these years sulking in a bathtub or on the couch or staring at the seaside. 300 of them have been spent slowly mapping the geographical distance you can actually get before the time loop restarts. you have a list of favorite places: one library in Western Massachusetts called "The Bookmill", which has weird hours and has never raised an eyebrow to you arriving out-of-breath and panting, asking to see a specific book on a specific shelf. There is one beach without a name in North Carolina; it is an accident of geography and ownership title disputes - and it is pristine, untouched, warm and cozy. you've taken her on a lot of picnics there. Acadia National Park. One specific birdhouse in the mountains.

you were stuck in the time loop with the money you entered it with: not enough to rent a private jet. you've robbed a bank a few times, you don't like the way it ends. maybe next century you'll get the hang of it. you don't like the look on her face when you say hang on i have to stop at the bank.

you just have to leave her, and you can go back to being a person again. you took 5 years just catching a flight and sitting in the Grand Canyon. if there's one thing you regret more than anything, it's that you hadn't gotten your passport renewed before this fucking time loop. maybe you should spend some time learning forgery - but also, like, you look like an english teacher. nobody is going to be cool about you asking to see their paper printing machines.

the world is very big. that is one of the things groundhog day gets wrong. there are no consequences, so you have literally all the time (or none of the time?) in the world. in groundhog day, he does a lot of very cool things, but in reality - your muscle memory never gets better. you can't necessarily learn how to play piano or sculpt ice, because your hands never remember the practice. but hey - maybe you'll try violin next. drums. synth.

you can open any door and walk into any conversation. money isn't really an object. you can try every meal off every menu, forever. take her on helicopter tours and into every museum and on every event that is happening right-now at-this-moment. parades and funerals and calligraphy classes.

but you are somewhat trapped by the limitations of your body. if you were reading a book, you still need to get up and go back to the library and find that book again when the day resets. (thank god for the internet). it still takes like 2 hours to board a plane, and then takeoff and landing and traffic. you've gotten off to run around on the freeway. one of the little thankful things: since your brain isn't actually developing (it's a muscle too), the days thankfully don't feel shorter to you. that would be agony.

all you have to do to leave the timeloop is let that man get away with it. that's all. in every version of yourself - forever - you have stopped him.

the problem is that this experience has convinced you of the existence of the human soul. after all, how else are you forming memories? your very cells reset. information has to be transferred somehow. and if timeloops are real, you can convince yourself other magic exists. so you have two choices here: this hell, or the next. there might be a millennia where you have been worn down to the point you can accept fate's decision. this is just not one of them. ironically - she is the one thing you have left.

and besides! if you can't always find something new in your partner, aren't you failing them? there is something new about her, every day with the same morning. every brutal day with the same orange sunset.

after all, you wanted to live with her in heaven, in eternity, and, well - isn't this second-best.

[ladydelena]

Eris N-SFW Alphabet

Right, so, let's just say this is after he takes the throne, K? Byeeeee. 

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Eris truly shines in the aftercare department. You wouldn’t expect it because this male, though he loves you deeply and cares for you with the fiery depths of his soul, is just not the most openly affectionate.

He is the epitome of a cunning, courtly male in public. In front of others, he is gentle with his gestures. A guiding hand on your waist, a kiss on the back of the hand, he upkeeps his image well, but he doesn't dote on you how you sometimes wish he would. 

But oh, does he make up for it in private.

In the solitude the two of you share, he is unrushed in how much he dotes on you. Shared baths after heated nights where he washes your skin, your sleepy eyes struggling to stay awake as he dries your hair with his fire-warmed hands and places kisses on your neck and shoulders… 

When he is in the safety of your chambers and is free from the prying, snake-like eyes of his court, he's not acting anymore. He truly loves the care he can show you; it’s a routine he doesn't budge from.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Eris is not shy about knowing the power of his appearance and he knows he was crafted and honed for the high courts. His lanky, toned figure not only lends itself to him having an elegant, powerful aura, but he also knows the pull he has with females and males alike. 

But his favorite feature to use, especially on you? Well, that would be his elegant face of course. 

He knows the planes of his striking face have you mesmerized. It’s his fierce, cruel, cunning, and heated eyes that send your heart into a hammering rhythm at times. The elegant pointed nose that doesn't miss a single shift in your scent; you couldn't hide anything from him if you tried. The expressive, arrogant mouth that spits words like venom at times, but leaves whispered declarations of love on your skin and trails of soft kisses  down your.. ahem, let’s move on.

Eris could not pick a favorite part of you if he tried, it shifts from day to day, but two things are for certain. 

First, the cunning mischief that always sets your eyes and smile alight awakens parts of his soul that has the rest of him burning bright, and second? The hidden away parts that you wouldn't think drove him mad? They do. The warm skin at the nape of your neck often covered by your hair, the insides of your ankle that he needs to press a kiss to as you bare yourself to him vulnerably, he burns for you at the slightest naughty thought of them.

You’ll often find that though he maintains composure in court, he will sometimes nuzzle the insides of your wrists with his nose or lips as a calming measure when he needs the reassurance only the scent and warmth of you can offer.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Once he's close, there's no turning back. When you’re in the moment, Eris takes ownership of you in a way that makes your thoughts fade and your body craves his dominant possessiveness. 

He sees to it that you have all of Autumn in the palm of your hand. He encourages your thoughts and opinions, supports your growth and leadership as his equal, but in the bedroom? You. Are. His. 

Eris owns your pleasure, and you like it.  

Also, that damn arrogant smirk he wears when you take the lead in the bedroom? THe one you try to wipe from his face with your enthusiastic, ahem, ministrations? It just turns predatory as you draw him closer to the edge. Once you push him past his restraints, he’s taking over. (He likes finishing down your throat. You get off on the possessive hand on the back of your head guiding you.)

You expect nothing else from the Autumn court male that has fire in his blood and fucks like it too. You like being his personal cum dumpster, and oh boy are you in for the time of your life.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He’s terrified of hurting you. Or worse, being hurt by you. As arrogant and in charge as he may be at times, when it comes to you, being intimate is especially new and scary territory. He may be a professional at indulgent, carnal pleasure, but being vulnerable and opening himself up to the possibility of being betrayed? He’s working through it, and at least his heart knows that you will be there for him always.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Eris is very experienced in the way you would almost expect any courtly male of his status to be. He knows when he’s being fawned over, and he’s had a lifetime of being very indulgent in his casual pleasure. It’s almost at odds with his fine dressings and the princely air about him. He’s shamelessly suave with his words and he’s definitely unabashedly fae. He has never shied away from the animalistic, carnal quality that fae possess, but through the centuries, the one thing he has not indulged in is intimacy. 

In true intimate relations, he is not experienced- by choice. That, he saves for you. 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

This damn male, he likes you bound and submissive as he controls your pleasure, He likes you flushed with a bit of embarrassment at the way your body is presented to him, at the intimate parts you choose to bare to him. He doesn't have a favorite position, but craves anything that allows him to have you breathless and on the edge of insanity. Anything that drives your lust filled passions as you both need more and more of each other, creating a wildfire that feels like it would set the world ablaze at times, with no end to your bodies needs certain nights. 

Honorable mention? Ugh, the voyeur. He likes taking you roughly as you both stand facing your dressing mirror- hand twined in your hair, the other at your throat or digging into your hip…

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

For the most part, the sight of you, the scent, the promise of indulging in you, it sets an inferno of need roaring inside him. Eris is intense. He blends sensual reassurance with straight up roughly breeding you. 

But in a most unexpected turn of events, Eris can in fact be goofy at times.

He’s indulgent with his pleasure, and likes to taunt and tease. He likes when you're coy and he falls deeply for the spells you weave with your seductiveness, he likes the game of it.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Immaculate. There is not a stray hair out of place, this male has honed his beauty to be its own weapon, and his hair is just an extension of that. I reiterate that Eris does not shy away from his fae nature, and this is evident in the fluidity of his looks. His hair whether it's in its occasionally shorter shorn state, or grown out long, unbound and flowing, is always elegant and playing courtly games as much as he himself is. He often has it tied at the nape of his neck, or down with intricate braids and hair jewels adorning it.

Now, does the carpet match the drapes? Yes, yes indeed. He’s elegantly trimmed, short and neat down there. Eris himself is not a hairy male, but he does have a faint, teasing happy trail that you love using as a guide for kisses before…

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He’s surprisingly intimate with you now that you’ve both blossomed in your relationship. At first, Eris would lead with his sensual, pleasure driven demeanor, but over time he’s let some of his walls down. Now, you two share moments that have your hearts beating as one. He takes his time- is curious about you in the way your body answers to his, and about the way your soul sings at his open vulnerability as well.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

If he’s in need and you're not around, he's not ashamed to take the edge off to be able to focus and go about his day, but often he will refrain and let anticipation build for the time he will get to share with you.

(Sometimes if he's in a wicked, snarky mood, he’s not shy with taunting you about what you missed out on, and the thought of his large, elegant hands, roughly stroking himself… goosebumps.)

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

The bastard. He is a bit of an exhibitionist and enjoys the thought of corrupting you (Loving and praising you as well! Don't forget the balance!) He likes sitting back lazily, almost arrogantly as you squirm in his lap. He likes whispering dirty sly things in your ear while being the picture perfect courtly gentlemale and seeing you flush.

He's had a hard life, no doubt, but he also owns the fact that he’s spoiled with entitlement. And when it comes to the bedroom? He likes the entitlement, the ownership he has over your pleasure.  

His beast form. Contrary to popular belief, he does not take the nine-tailed lupine fox form of his predecessor, but instead takes the form of a red, wingless firedrake, complete with golden slitted eyes, pronged snakelike tongue, and swishing, scaled, powerful tail. He has a wicked streak when it comes to your pleasure and is known to shift partially, that tongue wringing your pleasure, talons digging into your hips, tail being plopped… waiting for you to um, well he enjoys when you have fun with his thighs in the same manor as well, so- balance.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

At night when the castle seems asleep and you try to pry him from his work he’ll sigh gently, lovingly. He often makes to winnow you to your chambers, but every so often, he finds that the draw of his other favorite place calls to him, and you find that after winnowing, his fine ass ends up planted firmly on the autumn throne and after whispered taunts and teases, he’ll have you riding him shamelessly with need.

Eris is borne of the forest. And under the dappled light of the autumn trees, amongst the leaves, he looks truly fae. During picnics, and early morning walks, it is sometimes the only reprieve you two find from your busy days, and he enjoys sharing himself with you in these moments too.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He gets riled fiercely quick when you sass him and show some teeth. He likes the taunt, he likes seeing your clever nature. He likes when you let go of your inhibitions and let your fae nature show. Frolicking in the chilled air and seducing him through the leaved-paths of the forest, his desire burns red hot. 

His heart skips a beat (thought you'd never notice outwardly) when he sees how fiercely you care for the people of his court. Your love and passion fuel his fire. And that warmth in your eyes an heart that he’s been void of for so much of his life? He burns for you.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Using you when he’s angry. Taunts and teases? Sure. Making you blush with doting and degradation alike? When the mood suits it, yes. But taking out his anger? No.

Eris can be quick to lash out at others with a snake's tongue when angered or slighted. His words are a weapon and they cut deep. But he refuses to repeat the sins of his father against the woman he loves. You’ll often find that he distances himself from you both physically and emotionally until the fire in his veins cools if he’s had a difficult day. After being together for a while and understanding the way he acts and thinks, you now know to allow him the space to come to you, and the distance is not a reflection on his feelings for you. He’s getting better at it too, letting you in and sharing his struggles.  

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Don’t get me wrong, Eris, the snake, he knows how to use his tongue, and he's good (cauldron he’s good) at it too. But with you? You do things that have his eyes rolling back in his head. The sight of you kneeling and your pretty eyes locked on him? He would beg. He would bargain with the cauldron itself to have you seduce him with that pretty, bratty mouth of yours.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He runs the edge between rough and sensual all the time and it drives you absolutely mad. I will shout this from the top of a roof but ERIS.IS.NOT.AFRAID.OF.BEING.FAE.

He likes pleasure and sinfully shared nights. He likes using his quick mind and trained words to make your breath hitch. He takes great pleasure in the physical form and the fire that runs in his veins? He’s passionate in the ways he pushes your body towards release, often without rest and with a seductive rough edge that blurs the lines of what's too much and what’s mind-numbing bliss.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Hiking up your skirt and pushing him down to the forest floor, feeling the darkness of the wine cellars surround you as you’re winnowed in to be lewdly, lustfully taken, quickies are a risky but constant staple in your courtship. It’s the Vanserra allure that has you coming back again and again for more.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Eris. Vanserra. He risks it all. He plays games, and you? You're his favorite thing to play with. 

He’s not shy about toying with you, taunting you, seeing who’ll succumb to a bluff first, and you? You match him. Almost being caught by sentries and courtiers alike, locations where someone could easily walk in and see the way he makes you lose yourself in him, being absolutely ravished out in the open forest air- he plays with risk to amplify the pleasure both of you experience.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

These autumn males know no bounds with their exploits and Eris is no exception. Eris lasts well beyond you finding pleasure once, twice, even thrice. And when you've both experienced a brief release from your need? He’s ready again, and you? Oh, you need him too. 

You find nights are not often for sleeping, and mornings first light often marks when you feel exhausted and sated, and should probably clean off, eat, and pass out for a few hours before duties steal the day from both of you.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Surprisingly… yes. 

Eris has access to the best, and most hedonistic crafters in the land, and without monetary restraint and a lustful mind, he has furniture and toys that truly define pleasure. That being said, he doesn't use them that often and prefers to indulge in your natural bodies and magic. Both of you have powers that when crafted and honed, become ‘toys’ of their own. Teasing fiery trails, warmth that fades leaving goosebumps in its wake, ropes of fire binding you, gags and blindfolds of fire that have you on edge with their risk, oh, the two of you just know how to play with each other.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He is unfair in how he teases and riles you throughout the day with his words and touches; his looks and the promise in his eyes, he makes sure to see it through at night though. But if you’re playing the game during the day? If you get him achingly fervent with want and need? He's a cold hearted bastard. He’ll have you whimpering and begging, have you agreeing with whatever nasty slutty things come out of his mouth for even a hint of release. He knows how to be unfair. And he will edge you within an inch of your sanity, but then his lust takes over and well, the bags under your eyes the next day? They were well deserved with the sleepless pleasure that caused them.  

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

His voice is sinful. Deep and smooth. You hear it in your dreams sometimes, comforting, wrapping around your very soul. And he knows how to use it in the moment too. He doesn’t stumble when he uses that cold, sensual voice to speak filthy things into your ear, doesn't hesitate to place you into a submissive mindset with his calming whispers and reassuring directions; he. Is. everything. In these moments.

When you have him baring his soul beneath you? When you hold the chance of his pleasure in your hands? He whimpers. Soft, breathy sighs and moans. He knows giving you this power over him makes him vulnerable, and you’ve made sure to reward him for it too. 

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Eris is actually quite… quiet, and an introvert when given the time and space to relax and unwind. 

Yes, he plays an ambivert, he can do what he needs to for the world to see, but the time spent with you is often the only time he has to unwind and take the mask off so to speak, and you? You’re the same. You both find pleasure in enjoying each other's quiet company. Being curled up together and just silently reading different books, doing different activities while just existing in the same space together, it’s a way you both recharge, and this brings his soul pleasure in ways he didn’t think he would have.

Sometimes when you're just laying in each other's arms recounting the day, you might be filthy gossips about what happened in court, even going so far as to reenact funny moments and make codenames for the people you deal with daily. He loves this, being able to laugh freely with you. And you love his laugh, his barking, loud, unexpected laugh that the world never hears.

(He likes roleplay and you like indulging in his naughty, naughty mind. It's great.)

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

His very existence is naughty. 

Eris is tall, lean, lanky in the way that he’s blessed with a strong, masculine frame, and well muscled without being bulky. Every part of him is seductively taunting. From his large elegant hands (that you always want wrapped around your throat) to the surprisingly hard thighs that you often find yourself placed upon… or in between…

If we're discussing endowment here, it’s not just an entire court that he's blessed with. Eris may be lean and lanky, but his most pleasurable asset? He's surprisingly… measurable in length. And well rounded enough… to have you thinking, yes. Yes yes yes, his sometimes red flags look green from this position. 

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Moderate. Eris can refrain from thoughts of you when he needs to focus and attend to the court, but he gets riled at the slightest provocation. Also, he’s a bit of a cunt, but in the way that makes you want to wipe that smirk off his face and taunt him often. He can keep it together and plays the long game. Often times you find that you did not, in fact, wipe the smirk off his face, but instead it carries a edge to it, a predatory promise… Be ready. Be so ready. You often start these games with him, but Eris will be sure to see it to completion…

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He doesn't fall asleep that easily. You tend to drift off fairly quickly after sharing in each other, but Eris will stay awake, stroking your skin, thinking through the day and his next moves as high lord, or he might even read for a bit. Once he’s settled in for the night though, he rests well and sleeps with you curled against his side with an arm wrapped around your figure, and lips pressed to your hair. 

He doesn't trust many, and relies on fewer still, but you are his souls reprieve. You’re his pillar of strength- his constant someone he can trust through thick and thin. His soul and heart has blossomed in ways he never thought possible because of it, and a part of him that was always bound and stunted now sleeps peacefully too.

[brf-rumortrackinganon]

I think I am slowly understanding her business model. She looks around for products that fit her 'brand image' (I think she really enjoys this ... she has always enjoyed online shopping), has a smallish amount produced with her homemade labelling, adds a massive mark-up for selling price, and then sells online through a packaging company. She needs minimal staff because she finds the products online and makes the deals herself, usually with a few emails. (Her business model is not going to work if she makes too many or significant changes to the product she is buying for reselling, so none of her products are bespoke ... except maybe the wine, which she would want for stocking her own wine cellar.)

My conclusion is that she is not going to become a self-made billionaire because she is not selling enough product for that. But, she does have a loyal fan base who will buy whatever she is selling. The handwritten note with the parcel, the images, and videos and stories provided via social media are all aimed at this fan base. They do not care about the quality of the product or even that it is so expensive. A jar of runny fruit preserve delivered to them with a handwritten note from their idol makes them feel special.

So how much is she making, and is it enough to save her from bankruptcy in the future? And, most importantly, is there life for the brand after flower sprinkles?! I have been trying to work out some numbers but am making far too many assumptions to get an accurate answer. To independently support herself (or to become multiple properties, private jet and yacht wealthy) she needs a huge after tax annual income, which I do not think the brand is giving her. Luckily she still has Harry's money, so As Ever can be mainly an ego project!

Has anyone done some reasonably accurate calculations of how much pocket money this project is giving her? And do you think she realizes that As Ever will not grow beyond that, using the present business model and modus operandi?

Meghan's business model is dropshipping. She's just hiding it behind PR and fancy packaging, but that's essentially what she's doing - selling products she doesn't physically have but has to get direct from the manufacturer each time she holds a sale.

And of course she isn't going to be a billionaire with this, but she's definitely making some money because we know she's upcharging the tea three times over. The rest of it, there's far too many assumptions like you found, but we can safely say that based on the expenses we know the Sussexes have - mortgage and utilities (and water ain't cheap in California), lawyer and private security costs, Archewell and household staffs, the kids' schooling, the Disney trip - they're spending a hell of a lot more money than they're bringing in.

The only reason As Ever is profitable now is because of the brand's affiliation with Netflix, who does most of the heavy lift for Meghan. She's using their suppliers after all. Netflix is lending her their reputation to do this with/for, since Harry's so uninterested he abandoned ship. And because Netflix is doing more for Meghan than Meghan does for Meghan, I'm expecting a lot of it to crash and burn when the Netflix contract ends, which Meghan will hide behind her umpteenth rebrand relaunch.

Also, just want to make it clear - the Sussexes don't have private jets and private yachts now, so it's not something Meghan will/would have on her own. What the Sussexes actually do is mooch off friends to use their private planes and/or they have what's called fractional jet ownership (which is essentially like a timeshare or a co-op for private planes and includes programs like NetJets, which is like an uber but for planes).

[50calmadeuce]

Ch. 5: First Date (R)

Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction using characters from the Top Gun: Maverick world, trademarked by Paramount Pictures Corporation. I do not claim ownership of the characters and the world that I am borrowing.

The story and situation I am creating are a work of my own imagination and I do not ascribe them to official story canon. This work is for entertainment only and is not a part of the storyline.

I am not profiting financially from the creation and publication of this story, but I do hope it gives you happy thoughts. :)

Your curiosity started getting the better of you when the Uber driver entered the small airport, but you were really getting anxious when the driver stopped in front of an airplane hangar.

“Here you go,” the driver said looking at you in the rearview mirror.

“Thanks,” you say as you get out of the vehicle.

As the driver leaves, the door of the hangar opens and out walks Jake in jeans and a t-shirt.

’Great minds think alike,’ you think to yourself because you are also wearing jeans and a t-shirt. Your hair up in a ponytail.

Jake’s grin spread wide as he sauntered toward you, hands casually tucked into his pockets. “Morning, darlin’,” he drawled, his Texas accent warm and inviting. “Hope you don’t mind a bit of a change in scenery for our date.”

You looked around, your brow furrowed. “A hangar, Jake? What exactly do you have planned?”

He stopped a few feet in front of you, tilting his head as his mischievous green eyes locked onto yours. “Trust me. You’ll love it,” he said, echoing Phoenix’s words from the night before.

Your arms crossed instinctively. “Those words haven’t always worked out for me, you know.”

Jake chuckled, raising his hands in mock surrender. “Fair enough. But I promise, this’ll be worth it.”

He gestured toward the hangar, and you hesitated for a moment before sighing and following him inside. The hangar was bright, sunlight streaming through the open doors, illuminating a sleek Cessna plane waiting on the tarmac.

Jake stopped near the plane and turned to face you. “Ever been on a private flight before?”

Your eyes widened as you took in the aircraft. “Seriously?”

“Seriously.” He opened the door and held out a hand to help you inside.

"Is this actually yours?"

"Sure is," he replies, giving the side of the plane a light, proud slap. "Almost fully paid off."

"And we're really going to fly in it?"

“Yup," he says as he starts to buckle you in and then checks the straps. “Don’t want to lose my precious cargo.”

You feel your cheeks warm as he secures the plane door with a confident click before striding around to the other side.

He buckles himself in, hands you a headset, and then slips his own into place. With a press of a button, the engine growls to life, filling the cabin with its powerful hum.

Excitement courses through you, electrifying every nerve.

"Tower, this is Henry six-seven-two-four-six. Ready for takeoff," Jake announces in his smooth, commanding pilot voice, his words crisp through the headset.

"Affirmative, Hangman," comes the response from air traffic control.

Jake turns to you, his green eyes gleaming with anticipation. "You ready for this?"

You smile confidently. “As ready as I’ll ever be!”

He drives the plane to the runway and stops at the end. You hear the person from the air traffic control tower again. “Henry six seven two four six. You are all clear for take-off.”

“Rodger that, Control,” Jake responded as he moved some controls, and the plane made its way down the runway and into the air.

Jake maneuvers the plane into a smooth turn, and the glimmer of the ocean appears on the horizon.

"Where are we headed?" you ask, curiosity sparking in your voice.

"Figured we'd fly over the ocean," he replies, a hint of mischief in his tone. "Maybe spot some migrating whales or catch a glimpse of dolphins."

"Really?"

"Really," he confirms, dipping the plane lower as the vast blue expanse grows nearer. "Look out your window. See those whales?"

Your breath catches. "Oh wow!"

He nods, his grin widening. "And over there, some dolphins."

"That is so cool!" you exclaim, your excitement bubbling over as you press closer to the window, captivated.

Jake's smile deepens, the joy on your face lighting him up.

As the plane glides over the shimmering ocean, you can’t tear your eyes away from the breathtaking view. The whales below move gracefully, their dark silhouettes cutting through the turquoise water, while the playful dolphins leap and dance in the surf. It’s a sight that takes your breath away, one you never thought you’d experience from this perspective.

“You like it?” Jake’s voice breaks through your wonder, his tone lighter now, almost as if your excitement has softened his usual swagger.

“Like it? Jake, this is incredible!” you say, turning to look at him, your face glowing with genuine amazement. “How did you know I’d love this?”

He shrugs casually, but the way his lips tug into a satisfied smile betrays his pride. “Just a hunch. Figured a biologist like you might appreciate a little wildlife tour.”

“A little tour?” you repeat, laughing as you glance out the window again. “This is way more than ‘a little.’ This is… unforgettable.”

Jake watches you for a moment, his grin softening. “Good. That’s what I was going for.”

The plane coasts smoothly, and you feel an unexpected sense of peace. It’s not just the stunning view or the thrill of flying—it’s the thoughtfulness behind Jake’s plan, his effort to show you something he knew would matter to you.

“You know,” you start, glancing at him again, “I didn’t peg you for someone who’d go out of their way like this.”

“Maybe you don’t know me as well as you think, darlin’,” he replies, that signature cocky grin slipping back into place.

“Maybe not,” you admit, your voice softer now. “But you’re full of surprises, Jake Seresin.”

He chuckles, easing the plane into a gentle turn. “Stick around, Y/N. There’s plenty more where this came from.”

As you watch the ocean stretch endlessly beneath you, your heart feels a little lighter, the weight of the past days momentarily forgotten. Maybe, just maybe, you’ve stumbled into something—someone—that you didn’t know you needed in your life again.

Tags: @smoothdogsgirl @alwayshave-faith @devil-angel-winchester @khouse712 @illisea @hookslove1592 @tgmreader @juliemarauderfan

[ingravinoveritas]

Oh, boy. Well, I was on a plane when I saw this, but now I'm finally at my hotel and have time to answer.

So right off the bat, I'm having a little trouble discerning the "tone" here, of both the comment and Georgia's response. I honestly can't tell if what the commenter is saying is meant positively or negatively (it kind of comes across as a backhanded compliment, or at least one that was worded badly?). But because I can't tell how the comment was meant, it also makes it difficult to tell how Georgia took it. Did she respond out of genuine annoyance, or was she not annoyed but just saw an opportunity to give a sarcastic/funny response? I have no idea, but I'd love to know what everyone else thinks.

All that said...there is certainly a lot going on with Georgia's response. We already knew that Michael had a stealth/private account on Instagram, so does this mean he's created another one? I noticed as well that Georgia cropped out the avatar of the person who left this comment, but did leave in the avatar of another commenter whose comment she posted in a story after this one (which has since been deleted). So it seems strange that she cropped one, but not the other, for some reason.

Then there's the undertones (overtones? Today is the day for tone issues, apparently...) to Georgia's response. What struck me first is that she read this comment and associated it with Michael, suggesting (on some level) that Michael is jealous of her for being married to David. This could, of course, simply be playful jealousy--which would speak to what a lot of fans seem to be embracing, that idea of Michael, David, Georgia, and AL as one big, happy, Brady Bunch of polyamory--but I have a feeling that is not actually their dynamic in reality.

This brings to my mind comments I've read from @cloud-based-and-rainpilled and others about how poly arrangements can go so far south because they quickly become about ownership and possessiveness. As I've talked about previously on my blog, Michael does not seem to be a big fan of sharing (thinking of how he got jealous/possessive toward Chris Hemsworth when he and David were on Graham Norton in 2019). So if there is jealousy on Michael's part, I can't help wondering if it's because Georgia gets to be with David in the public way that Michael wishes he could be.

(Also I would really like to know what the hell the rationale was for Georgia using "Nessun Dorma" as the song in this Insta story. So many questions...)

Whatever the case may be, the implications are definitely implicating, in some way and on some level. I would love for my followers to weigh in to see if anyone else has made sense of this, though. Thanks for writing in! x

[eclecticmiasma]

Down Comes the Claw Ch. 1 (Raphael x GN!Reader)

Doomed, detected, and caught.

SFW (For now)

[Warnings/tags: gn!reader, not much in this chapter for warnings just general Raphael scariness, noncon/dubcon, ownership, imprisonment]

[Ch. 2]

Artist credit: @wrroniec on twitter

The Archivist’s curiosity isn’t well hidden underneath his thin veil of distrust. A mortal, alone, simply wandering the halls of one of the Hells’ most powerful Cambions because they wanted to...peruse his private collection of artifacts? Even a troll would smell treachery miles away.

Were it any other being, the Archivist would have had you sent screaming to holding cells until the master of the house could decide what plane of torment to shuttle you to next, but Korilla had been rather forceful in her instructions not to intervene.

“He’s got a plan for this one,” She’d grinned, the gleam in her dark eyes devilish in its own right, “Let them play while they can.”

Your lips are split from worrying them between your teeth. As if the Hells aren’t hot enough, the Archivist’s gaze has you sweating buckets. He alone could rip your throat to shreds with those fangs the minute your presence has been deemed unsavory, you’re sure of it. As a gleaming ruby locket catches your eye, you try to regard it coolly. You are nothing more than a purveyor of incredibly rare goods, and not at all trying to make your way toward the glittering contract sat front and center of Raphael’s trophy room. The phrase is a mantra you desperately wish to believe.

“Worn by Lumi, a cleric beholden to twilight…” Gods, is your voice trembling? You repeat the name again as if you’re trying to search your vast religious knowledge for the origin of this treasure. Not a single snippet of information comes to mind. Internally, you brace for the house itself to eat you alive.

Instead, Korilla barks out for the Archivist’s attention. Something about another contract ready to be sorted. The man regards you with a final furl of his brows before turning his back to you and attending to his duties. Adrenaline floods your veins and your fingers flex with anticipation. Get the contract, smash Hope’s chains, and get out.

Hope herself appears out of thin air and parrots your thoughts giddly, “Get the contract, smash Hope’s chains, and get out!” before nipping out of existence once again.

You don’t give yourself another chance to think. Without a sound, you prowl towards the center of the grand room and beeline straight for the contract. This is why they agreed to send you alone- Karlach, Shadowheart, the others. Years of prowling the streets of Baldur’s Gate made you nearly undetectable when you wanted to be, so much so that you had even startled Astarion for a laugh on long boring treks. Sure, Gale and Lae’zel nearly came to brawl over the decision, but after two days of quarrels the answer was final.

It could only be you.

The contract before you almost hums with power. Anxiety gnaws at your stomach as you check it over thrice for traps. Nothing. It seems wrong, somehow. A piece of parchment that potentially dictates the fate of Faerûn itself guarded by nothing but a few words. Something tells you to leave it and run, perhaps remnants of the Emperor’s hold on your psyche. Images of your companions, the Hammer, Hope’s face quickly override your doubts and you close your eyes, prepared.

“Give me my heart’s desire,” The words fall from your lips with ease, but nagging trepidation constricts around your heart. Without a sound, the glittering sphere surrounding your contract dissolves away. Before the Archivist can sense what has occurred, before you can convince yourself to turn heel and dash away from all of this, you snatch the page and tear it in two.

Everything plunges into silence. The eternal screams of the damned beyond the gilded walls, cries and whimpers and babbling of long-gone debtors, Korilla’s nagging- all of it gone in an instant. The air around you becomes oppressive, constricting, increasing degree by degree. Ashes fall from your fingertips as the shreds of your contract disintegrate. Get the contract, smash Hope’s chains, get out. You repeat it again and again in your head until your mantra is a scream, but your legs will not move.

“Fools...fools...how hard you have fought,” A familiar baritone echoes out across the empty archive accompanied by slow clapping. It can’t be, you want to shriek. Hope said he was planes away, that you had time.

“Brave, brave, but it's all been...for naught,” You can’t tell from where his voice is coming. It sounds both far and near, across the hall and right in your ears all at once. Even his footsteps, slow and commanding, don’t betray his location.

“True Souls that couldn't be bought,” He’s mocking you now, a gleeful lilt in his otherwise menacing tone. True Souls...the faces of your companions flip through your mind’s eye like pages of a tome. This isn’t how it’s all supposed to end, is it? Your lungs start to burn, unable to expand or contract to the fullest.

“Doomed...” Raphael himself is in the room now, you feel it. As he takes his sweet time sauntering up to you from behind, the magic that holds your limbs in place begins to be revealed. A holding spell, tendrils wrapped around your legs and snaked up your torso through your fingertips. It pulsates with a blinding purple glow. Sweat drips down your temples as the heat of the Hells becomes sweltering, as fear settles in your bones.

“...detected…” Gods, you will. Tyr, Mystra, Shar for Hells’ sake, you pray to every last one. Anything to bid your body run. As the screams of the damned filter back in, growing louder and louder with each step Raphael takes, it becomes devastatingly clear that not a single deity can hear you.

Raphael’s hands land on your shoulders. His fingertips, though gently splayed, might as well be digging into your skin. If you could move an inch, you would have jumped ten feet in the air. Instead you tremble like a rabbit held in the canines of a much larger beast. He leans down and aligns his lips with your ear, breath ghosting across your flesh, “...and caught.” If you could sob you would, but the fear won’t allow it. Instinct of prey that’s well and truly done for. Instead you tense, bracing for the impending pain of retribution.

“So,” the Devil muses, mile wide grin easily detected through the undercurrent of excitement in his tone, “this is the path you have chosen. Anything you and your group of sorry souls could have wanted would have been yours. Your names would have gone down in history as the heroes that saved Faerûn. Yet, you squandered it with a flick of your wrist. What do you have to say for yourself, oh fallen hero?”

Your mouth opens, but not a sound escapes. Nothing that surfaces in your reeling mind feels like it could ever be enough to reverse the tide of ruin you’ve brought upon yourself. Raphael waits patiently as you flounder. Your terror is a wine finer than any bought, and he has all of eternity to savor it.

“Please…” The pitiful, squeaking word escapes your throat more so than it coming out on purpose. Raphael chuckles darkly and moves to tuck a stray wisp of hair behind your ear.

“Oh, I do so love to hear you beg, little mouse. However, I think we can both agree that ‘please’ isn’t an answer. Perhaps if I tell you a story, you’ll be more inclined to...talk.”

Raphael pulls away from you and steps lithely to your front. With a snap of his fingers and a puff of flame, he transports the two of you to his dining room. Roaring flames lick the inside of the fireplace before you, silhouetting the Devil as he prepares to speak. The holding spell wraps tighter.

“You see, the Devil is a rather busy man. When I’m not gracing your merry band with my presence, I’m often attending long meetings with prospective clients, or checking up on those that have already promised me their souls. Perhaps I’m even doling out a punishment or two to a cheeky human that thinks it’s found a loophole. It’s all very important work, and requires quite a bit of cunning and concentration.”

The oppressive heat is getting to you. Raphael’s deep voice sounds like it’s ringing in your head, almost akin to the Emperor’s presence. He paces back and forth before you, gesturing his arms in theatrical movements as if performing a monologue. Each word sends your psyche farther into disarray.

“Hero,” Raphael claps loudly, bringing your attention back to him, “Since my tales seem to bore you, I’ll get straight to the point. I had a fairly important event to attend right before your flagrant disregard for our agreement. Now, imagine my surprise when right in the middle of securing a rather rare and valuable contract, I feel a...shudder, wrack my entire body.”

Glowing eyes level with yours as he leans in close. His brows are furrowed now, genuine anger contorting his features, “My skin began to feel hot, clammy. My concentration waned. Before I realized what was happening sheer ecstasy pooled in my abdomen and then-” He’s so close to you that you hear his breath catch, “It became apparent that someone was using my body.”

Your heart drops. It was the only way. The Archivist had given you access to Raphael’s bedroom with a little cunning, and the only thing standing between you and the contract was a rather familiar looking incubus. What harm could there have been in trading your body for the fate of your companions, your home? The incubus had warned you, though, in its own way. If everything it did with your form meant you would feel it on a different plane, it should have been obvious that Raphael’s form would feel it too.

“I...I didn’t-”

“I knew you would betray our agreement,” Raphael spits, lips hovering just in front of your own, “I knew that eventually I would find you here in my home, remnants of your misdeed in hand. Korilla and I machinated thousands of ways to tear you asunder, to torment you for breaking my one, most cardinal rule,” Raphael catches himself in his rage, and pulls back. He looks to the fire, light reflected in his eyes. Inhale, exhale. When his gaze meets yours again, all remnants of fury are gone.

“I was ready to kill you in an infinite number of ways. But I should have known better. The moment I met you, I knew you were...special. Of course you would throw a wrench in my plans, and do so beautifully. I almost commend you.”

As he smiles, your skin crawls. He moves in circles around you, thinking, plotting. After some time he comes to a stop, once again behind you.

“So, I propose a better solution. I’ve decided that I rather...enjoyed indulging in your body,” You swallow a protest as his chin rests in the crook of your neck, his left hand sliding down the curve of your waist and along the front of your thigh, “Form a new contract. Submit to me, and I won’t touch a hair on your companions’ heads. As much as I would love to take the place of that poor spawn’s master, I can control myself- for you.”

He squeezes your thigh and drags his lips across the straining muscles in your neck. Your sweat slicked skin sticks to his own, and you feel a deep rumble at your back as he revels in the sensation, “For all they know, the contract is still intact. I’ve captured you here,” He kisses your neck and you squirm, fighting back a gasp, “and their only option is to use the hammer,” another kiss, “or you perish.”

“No…I won't...” The answer comes as a piteous whimper. Raphael cackles against your skin, squeezes your body tight to his own, and tuts like he’s caught a naughty child with their hand in the cookie jar.

“Wrong answer, little mouse.”

[Chapter 2]

*do not post elsewhere without explicit permission. please consider reblogging, as Tumblr tends to hide more mature content!

[RULES] [MASTERLISTS] [AO3] [KO-FI]

[dertaglichedan]

Plane Carrying 14 Crashes at New Jersey’s Cross Keys Airport, Multiple Injured

A small aircraft carrying 14 people crashed at Cross Keys Airport in Williamstown, New Jersey, on Wednesday evening, prompting local authorities to declare a “mass casualty” incident. Emergency calls began arriving around 5:30 p.m., and images from the scene showed the wreckage in wooded terrain adjoining the privately owned general-aviation airfield.

Gloucester County officials said at least five occupants were airlifted or taken by ground to Cooper University Hospital in Camden. First-responder tallies indicated 13 people were injured overall, with one individual initially trapped in the wreckage and several listed in critical condition. Roughly 50 gallons of jet fuel spilled, and fire crews worked to contain the leak while medevac helicopters conducted evacuations.

More than a dozen ambulances, fire engines and five medical helicopters converged on the site, closing access roads and halting flight operations at the airport, which hosts private flights and skydiving operations. The Federal Aviation Administration and the National Transportation Safety Board are expected to lead an investigation into the cause of the crash. No information on the aircraft’s ownership, flight plan or the condition of the remaining passengers was immediately available.

[yesterdays-xkcd]

For the IPv6 map just imagine the XP default desktop picture.

Map of the Internet [Explained]

Transcript Under the Cut

Map of the Internet The IPv4 Space, 2006This chart shows the IP address space on a plane using a fractal mapping which preserves grouping--any consecutive string of IPs will translate to a single, compact, contiguous region on the map. Each of the 256 numbered blocks represents one 8 subnet (containing all IPs that start with that number). The upper left section shows the blocks sold directly to corporations and goverments in the 1990's before the RIRs took over allocation.

Diagram showing IP ownership:

0: Local

1-2: Unallocated

3: General Electric

4: BB&N INC

5: Unallocated

6: Army AISC

7: Unallocated

8: BB&N INC

9: IBM

10: VPNs

11: DoD Intel

12: Bell Labs

13: Xerox

14: Public data nets

15: HP

16: DEC

17: Apple

18: MIT

19: Ford

20: CSC

21: DDN-RYN

22: DISA

23: Unallocated

24: Cable TV

25: UK MoD

26: DISA

27: Unallocated

28: DSI

29-30: DISA

31: Unallocated

32: NORSK

33: DLA

34: Halliburton

35: Merit

36-37: Unallocated

38: PSI

39: Unallocated

40: Eli Lily

41: ARINIC

42: Unallocated

43: Japan INET

44: HAM Radio

45: INTEROP

46: BB&N INC

47: Bell North

48: Prudential

49-50: Unallocated

51: UK Social Security

52: duPont

55: Boeing

56: USPS

57: SITA

58-61: Asia-Pacific

62: Europe

63-76: USA & Canada (contains: UUNET, Google, Digg, Slashdot, Ebay, Craigslist, XKCD, Flickr)

77-79: Europe (unused)

80-91: Europe

92-95: Unallocated

96-99: North America

100-120: Unallocated

121-125: Asia-Pacific

126: Japan

127: Loopback

128-132: Various Registrars

133: Japan

134-172: Various Registrars

173-189: Unallocated

188: Various

189-190: Latin America & Caribbean

191-192: Various (contains Private (RFC 1918))

193-195: Europe

196: Africa

197: Unallocated

198: US & Various

199: North America

200-201: Latin America & Caribbean

202-203: Asia-Pacific

204-209: North America (contains Suicide Girls, BoingBoing)

210-211: Asia-Pacific

212-213: Europe

214-215: U.S. Department of Defense

216: North America (Contains Myspace, SomethingAwful)

217: Europe

218-222: Asia-Pacific

223: Unallocated

224-239: Multicast

240-255: Unallocated

[earthstellar]

Transformers: Lost Media Post!

So, as with any long-running franchise, there are a few bits of Transformers media lost or presumed lost (might exist but has not been publicly released, is in private ownership, was never included in a final cut or broadcast copy, etc).

The Lost Media Wiki has organised some of this lost media into helpful pages, which I will link and summarise here for anyone interested! :)

The Transformers: The Movie (1986) - Missing Scenes

The movie itself obviously isn't lost, but there are scenes from the film that appeared to be fully animated but not included in the final release of the film that have never been located.

At least one scene was fully storyboarded, suggesting it made it far enough into production to possibly have been animated which may have then gone missing as it was never made available as part of any final cut or subsequent release.

[The screenshot above is taken from the YouTube video of the scene, available on the Lost Media Wiki page; The link in the paragraph above goes to the collection of Sunbow Animation storyboard archives, which includes other missing script-only or storyboarded-only sequences from the film during various stages of development.]

Some scenes/shots shown in trailers for the film were at least animated in part but never included in the final version of the film.

G1 Transformers Missing Japanese Clip Show Episodes: 戦え! 超ロボット生命体 トランスフォーマー

11 unique clip show episodes in total were made for the Japanese release of G1, none of which have ever been found.

The content of the clip shows is unknown, only that they re-used animation and possibly scenes left intact from prior/other episodes (it is unclear how exactly they may have been edited or re-dubbed to make a unique clip show episode), and they have never been included on any Japanese regional DVD, VHS, or other official collections of Transformers Japanese language media.

Transformers Victory: Japanese Language Clip Show Episodes

Although the English dub versions of Transformers Victory by Omni Productions have been made available by Shout! Factory, as with the prior G1 missing clip shows, there are 6 unique Japanese broadcast only clip show episodes of this series which have been lost.

There are an additional 6 Japanese only home video/VHS episodes, five of which have been found on the Pioneer DVD releases, but one of which remains missing.

Found Missing Media: Transformers RID - Spychangers to the Rescue

This one is an example of the types of edits made to many animated shows following 9/11, in which many shows featuring anything involving explosions, city settings, planes, the Twin Towers themselves (or references to any of these things or anything similar) were heavily edited to remove any such content, with the originals never getting re-broadcast or re-released.

(Shows that could not be edited, for example shows that entirely took place in New York where backgrounds would constantly show the Twin Towers etc., were never re-aired in most cases, or only re-aired many years later/released on a direct to DVD basis.)

The reason this episode was re-dubbed is because the original plot involved a generator which would explode if impacted and release gas across the city, which may have resembled or otherwise brought to mind the large dust clouds caused by the collapse of the Twin Towers a little too closely for the broadcasters to feel comfortable leaving the original dialogue about gas and explosions intact.

It was changed in an attempt to lessen the emphasis on explosion and potential harm to the city.

The threat of explosion featured as a major concern in the episode also may have resembled the initial belief that perhaps a bomb had gone off in the Twin Towers, before most people realised it was actually a collision from a plane that caused the first visible damage to the first tower-- It took a moment for people to figure out what was actually happening on 9/11. Initial reports assumed it had been a bomb.

Much of the episode also involves the cast getting caught in traffic in and around the city, which may have resembled or evoked thoughts of the notorious difficulties in evacuating/clearing out roads during the immediate aftermath of 9/11 when everyone was, to put it lightly, fucking panicking.

I remember this all very clearly, but I'm explaining this stuff for those of you who may not have clear memories of the day or for those of you who may be from outside the USA and never saw the initial American news broadcasts which were covering all of this live.

Without this context, the edits made to this episode and why this episode was scrutinised so heavily following 9/11 may not make sense! But I hope it makes a little more sense now.

Any of these "pre-9/11 edit" episodes of pretty much any animated series are hard to find, as almost none of the original episodes are available except on personally owned taped versions, many of which are sadly poor quality owing to VHS recorder tech not being super amazing in general.

Thankfully, AnonyTF over on YouTube had a VHS recording of this episode featuring the originally broadcast English dubbed version, so everyone can enjoy it in it's originally intended state!

The Transformers (2007) - Lost IMAX Edition

The IMAX release of the film had some known alterations, edits, and alternate/new scenes added to it.

However, since Michael Bay has said he will never release these IMAX exclusive scenes or release the IMAX cut on any home media, it is safe to say that they do exist in some form, but will not be made publicly available.

Yet another reason to dislike Michael Bay, but I digress.

Conclusion: Lost Media Can Be Found!

Just because these bits and pieces are missing at the moment, doesn't mean we'll never see them, if they do still exist (or in some cases, if they ever did in the first place).

I get the feeling that with the Japanese language missing media, this might partially be a language barrier issue; It'll be harder for any English speaking only fans to find Japanese language only media, same as with trying to find any foreign language media when you don't necessarily speak that language and therefore might also be missing certain regional resources or other context that would help find it otherwise.

(Not to say there aren't Japanese fans also looking for these episodes-- There almost certainly are! But English speaking only nerds might find themselves struggling to aid in the search.)

Plus, other mecha shows were (and generally have been) more popular than Transformers in terms of Japanese broadcast TV ratings. To be fair, Japan has a very broad selection of mecha shows, all of which are pretty good! And it's not like Transformers isn't popular in Japan, it just isn't as popular as quite a few other mecha genre staples which tend to top the charts in that region.

At the time of airing, G1 Transformers had some hot competition in Japan-- It's very possible that if someone only had a couple blank tapes on hand, they may have simply chosen to record something else that they were a little more interested in. (Remember that it wasn't as easy or as cheap to record stuff back then-- Choices had to be made!)

(TakaraTomy, Hasbro's Japanese partner, seems to be very aware of the persistently strong regional competition; Remember the Transformers x Evangelion crossover they made? It's fucking great. And they knew it would have broader appeal as a crossover to Takara's local Japanese audience/figure collectors than just releasing a plain ol' repaint of Optimus Prime. There aren't many mecha shows/franchises in the west, but there sure as hell are in the Japanese media market, so competition remains pretty tough in that region.)

There may not have been as much interest/incentive for Japanese audiences to record these G1/Victory clip shows at the time of original broadcast for various reasons, or if someone did record it, they may not even realise they're sitting on a valuable piece of lost media!

It's also entirely possible that it's all floating around somewhere, and nobody's realised it yet. The original broadcasting networks might have copies in storage that nobody's had to mess with in years. And so on.

There's all kinds of reasons for media, even popular media or niche appeal media with a strong fanbase, to go missing.

But you never know; Stuff can pop up in personal collections, local media archives, library video storage, defunct websites, in broadcast network/studio storage, and all sorts of places!

So I do hope that one day, we do get to see some of the missing Japanese G1/Victory episodes. :)

And it would be cool to get a hold of any of the original movie scenes as well, if any of them were ever fully animated (or saved anywhere, if they were)!

As for the IMAX edition situation, well, that's just Bay being an asshole. At least we know that version of the film does still exist though, even if it's not available publicly! So hey, maybe one day he'll give up and let it be released in some form. Who knows. lol

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Anyway, this got way longer than I thought it would be-- Mostly because I had to contextualise 9/11 media edits to explain the whole RID episode situation, but hopefully all of that context is helpful and makes the re-dubbing of that episode make a little more sense.

If you read through all of this, thank you as always!!! :) <3

If there are any Japanese TF fans out there reading this, I'd love to hear from you, if you might have any thoughts on the Japanese missing media! :)

I have very little experience with any Japanese Transformers material out there (primarily due to language barrier and lack of access to Japanese releases, in my case), so it would be lovely to speak with fans who have a much better idea of Transformers Japanese media in general.

[luxwingltd]

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[americanwh0resstuff]

-Don’t pretend you don’t like it -

Blaine DeBeers

Blaine Debeers x reader oneshot

Thinking of making this into a full collection of oneshots

Best playlist:

Word count: 1,498

❤️‍🔥 smut with backstory

⚠️TW⚠️

Kidnapping, CNC (reader acts like they don’t like it, spoiler alert, they do), daddy kink, master kink, ownership, rough sex, vaginal sex, zombie reader…

-Don’t pretend you don’t like it-

I feel like I’ve been trapped in this bar for weeks, when really it’s probably only been a few days, not like I could tell, with the limited sunlight through the small basement windows.

The only “human” interaction I’ve had has been another poor girl named Candy, I guess it’s not her real name, but in Seattle, you can never really tell, some guy called Don E, who will correct you if you call him Donny, and of course, the one who caused all this, Blaine.

Crazy how one minute you can drunkly stumble into a hot and upcoming bar with your new roommate and the next you’re locked up in said bar, oh and now you’re a zombie. Not exactly how I pictured my first night out in the big city. I’d heard crazy rumours about supposed zombies roaming the streets of Seattle, but as a newbie in town, I guessed it was just people’s way of playing some sick joke to scare me.

I don’t have much memory of the night I got turned, only that I was ordering a round of shots for me and my new group of friends when a tall, blond guy, who claimed to be the owner or the club, told me it was on the house, we got to talking and the next thing I know I wake up on a small leather couch across from a desk, white streaks in my hair, and an uncomfortable hunger in my gut. Blaine then introduced himself, told me I was now a zombie, he claimed he didn’t mean to scratch me, it was a slip of his nails when I suddenly pulled my hand away from his grasp when my roommate told me it was time to leave.

I wasn’t sure I believed him, but I supposed I didn’t have much choice, the doors have been locked ever since, I’ve tried escaping with the crowds at night, but the large bouncers would always hold me back, returning me to Blaine in his office, where he’d punish me in, well, unorthodox ways.

So here I am, nursing my old fashioned, extra hot, while Don E hammers on about his new business idea,

“Brains on planes! Think about it! We get out hyper rich clientele to choose a brain, and we fly it over to their fancy ass private islands.”

I rolled my eyes and went back to staring at my drink, slowly stirring it with the small red straw, about to take another sip when-

“Y/n, my office. Now.”

Blaine

I sighed at the sound of his voice, don’t get me wrong, he’s very attractive, his looks, his demeanour, yet I was still salty about the whole zombie thing, naturally. Still, I complied and made my way into the back room, drink in hand.

“Look, I know you can’t help it, but at least try to look happy, it’s a real downer, not to mention bad for business.” He teased, voice stern and menacing, looking me up and down as I sat in the chair across from his desk

“I’d be a bit happier if you’d let me go.” I tried my best to be assertive, even though I knew it pushed his buttons.

“You know, you should be a lot nicer to me! You’ve got a warm bed to sleep in, all the brains you can eat, and the best part… you get to spend all your time with dear, old, me.” He strung out those last few words, taking a step towards me each time.

His hand landed on my cheek, softly caressing it before firmly gripping my chin

“What to do with you… actually, I have an idea.”

He led me to his chair, pulling me down on his lap, one hand stroking my lower back before tightly gripping my waist, other hand playing with the hem of my dress. “Such a lucky girl, yet so ungrateful.” I felt his hand tangle in my hair before starkly pulling it, making me look at him. I wanted to spit back some snarky retort, but I restrained myself, I knew what was coming.

“Off, now.” He motioned towards my clothing, it wasn’t much, just my now wrinkled black party dress, worn from wearing it practically every day since I entered this god forsaken bar. I reluctantly stood up and pulled the fabric over my head, leaving me in just my lace panties.

“You really are a sight for sore eyes, Princess.”

I couldn’t help but blush at his pet-name, swiftly looking down before he could notice.

I felt his strong hands run down my shoulders, to my wrists, my hands, giving them a sweet yet firm grip before spinning me round and pushing my face down onto the hardwood desk, one hand pinning my wrists to my lower back while the other explored my bare torso, then to my thighs.

“Let me put a smile on your face.”

I whimpered as I heard the familiar sound of his belt unbuckling, and then him adjusting his tight black jeans. His hand then returned to my thighs, massaging and gripping them as he made his way from one leg to the other , then he pulled away, only to return with a harsh slap to my ass. I jerked from the shock and bit my lip to hide my moans. He wasn’t gonna break me that easy.

His fingers then found their way to the waistband of my underwear, pulling them down and letting them drop to my ankles, he then ghosted his fingers over my cunt, softly running a digit through my folds.

“Show daddy what a good girl you are.”

I felt his hard-on press against my skin before quickly slamming into me. I yelped in pain and tensed up.

“Easy baby, daddy’s got you” he feigned sympathy, holding still for just a second before starting up and a brutal pace, pulling out almost entirely before harshly entering me once again.

I could feel the skin on my lip break, the metallic taste of blood dotting my tongue as I held back my screams and moans, only stifled noises coming out. I wasn’t gonna give him the satisfaction of knowing how I enjoyed feeling him inside of me, how I loved when he fucked me like this, how I spent every minute of the day thinking about his cock filling my insides.

He shamelessly grunted and groaned with every thrust, throwing in curse words and whimpers of my name every time I let a cry escape.

“Come on baby, don’t pretend you don’t like it.” He moaned while pulling my head up by my hair. My mouth betrayed me, a strained “F-fuck!” Making its way out as he hit just the right spot. He released his grip making me fall back down with a thud.

“That’s it baby, tell daddy how good he makes you feel.” Pride taking over his voice. “You wanna cum for me?” I started shaking me head. “N-no no I-“ I interrupted myself with a loud moan when his free hand snaked its way down to my clit, my body going tense as I held back my orgasm.

He pulled out and I whimpered at the empty feeling.

“Oh you’re gonna cum for me princess, and I want to see your face when you do.” He turned me back around and laid me down on the desk in what felt like a millisecond before pushing his length into me once again, resuming his brutal yet intoxicating pace.

This time I made no attempt at holding back my screams, moaning with every rough movement he made.

His hands found their way to my breasts, giving them a squeeze before moving them down to my hips, grasping them so hard I was sure he’d leave bruises, which I’d later admire in the dirty bathroom mirrors.

“Shit, y/n, such a dirty whore for me, only for me…” he trailed off as he threw his head back, my walls tightening around him as my moans became higher pitched and my hand desperately grasped for something to ground me.

Fireworks exploded behind my eyes and my body went limp as I finally let go, screaming his name, back arching.

A few moments later, Blaine came too, pushing my legs up to my chest as he leaned over me, sweat dripping from his forehead.

After a minute or two of catching our breath, he pulled out.

“That’s my girl.”

I panted softly, staring at the ceiling as I felt two fingers trial towards my pussy, pushing the leaking cum back in before bringing his fingers up to my lips, parting them before making me suck his digits clean.

He then pulled my face towards his, a biting and sloppy kiss landing on my lips.

He pulled up his pants and adjusted his button up shirt.

“Clean this up-“ he motioned towards his desk.

“Can’t I at least go for a smoke first?”

“Good idea, I’ll come with you- after you clean up the mess you made.”

[katukavo]

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[50calmadeuce]

Ch. 11: Tantrum

Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction using characters from the Top Gun: Maverick world, trademarked by Paramount Pictures Corporation. I do not claim ownership of the characters and the world that I am borrowing.

The story and situation I am creating are a work of my imagination and I do not ascribe them to official story canon. This work is for entertainment only and is not a part of the storyline.

I am not profiting financially from the creation and publication of this story, but I do hope it gives you happy thoughts.

These stories are my own, so please do not take them and use them for yourself without my permission. If you see them somewhere else, please let me know.

The next day, you packed up yours and Christian's bags and boarded the private jet to Jake's hometown of Austin, Texas.

As the jet touched down at Austin-Bergstrom Airport, it taxied to the private terminal. Once the engines powered down, the stewardess opened the door.

Christian had fallen asleep on Jake, and the sight tugged at your heart, making your ovaries quiver at the thought of having another child.

“You got him?” you asked, your voice soft as you looked down at the sleeping boy.

Jake flashes you his signature grin. “Yes, darlin.” He stands up, and Christian shifts, adjusting himself comfortably against Jake’s shoulder.

As you step off the plane, your eyes fall on a red Ford F-150 parked nearby. A short lady with shoulder-length auburn hair is standing near the front of the truck.

You and Jake make your way down the stairs, and she starts walking toward you.

Jake raises his finger to his lips, signaling for quiet.

“Oh. The poor darlin’,” she whispers, glancing at Jake before turning her attention to you. “Y/N. It’s so nice to finally meet you.” She side-eyes Jake with a teasing smile. “And it’s about time he brought a woman home.”

Jake rolls his eyes, clearly used to his mother’s antics. “Y/N, meet my mom, Sheila.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Sheila,” you say, your smile warm as the baggage handler approaches, carrying Christian’s car seat.

Sheila grabs the car seat and begins walking toward the truck. “I’ve got it. Let’s get that precious thing to the house.”

“Darlin’, take him so I can grab our bags,” Jake says, gently handing Christian to you.

Christian stirs, moaning and whining. “Yake. Yake!”

“I’ll be right back, buddy,” Jake reassures him, heading back to the plane.

You hold Christian as he wiggles and starts to wake up. “Yake!” he yells, reaching out for Jake. “Yake!!” His cries grow louder, and he begins to sob.

You calmly reassure him, “Sweetie, Jake will be right back.”

Christian continues to kick and scream, his little face contorted in distress. Just as his cries reach a peak, Jake walks over. “Hey, now! That’s enough!” he says sternly.

Christian stops struggling instantly, his cheeks streaked with tears as he looks up at Jake, the sobs quieting.

“I’ll be right back. You behave for momma,” Jake says, his tone soft but firm, before heading to the truck with the bags. He returns to the plane to grab a few more bags and repeat the process.

As you gently wipe Christian’s cheeks, you notice him reaching out for Jake when he returns. But Jake crosses his arms over his chest, a playful smirk on his face.

“No, sir. You tell momma you’re sorry,” Jake says, his voice gentle but firm.

“Tarry, momma,” Christian mumbles, his gaze flicking toward Jake.

“No. Look at momma,” Jake prompts.

Christian turns his tear-streaked face toward you. “Tarry, momma.”

You kiss his still-damp cheek, offering a soft smile. “It’s okay, baby.”

Jake opens his arms, and Christian eagerly reaches for him, settling into his embrace.

“You ready?” Sheila calls out from the truck.

“Yes, Momma,” Jake replies, then takes your hand. “Come on.”

Together, you walk toward the truck, the warmth of the moment lingering between you.

In the truck, you settle into the front seat while Jake sits in the back with Christian, keeping him entertained.

“So, Jake tells me you’re a doctor of wildlife veterinary medicine?” Sheila asks, her tone light and curious as she glances at you.

You nod, offering a small smile. “Yes, I specialize in wildlife and exotic animal care.”

Sheila grins. “That’s incredible. Must be a challenging job, huh?”

You chuckle softly. “It definitely has its moments, but it’s also incredibly rewarding.”

Sheila’s expression softens as she reaches out and gently pats your arm. “He also told me about your past. I’m so sorry.”

You offer her a small, grateful smile. “Thank you,” you reply quietly, appreciating her kindness.

Sheila gives you a reassuring nod, her eyes filled with empathy. "I can’t even imagine what you've been through. But I see how strong you are. Christian’s lucky to have you."

Your smile deepens, a warmth spreading through you at her words. "He's a special little guy," you say, your voice soft. "And I’m just doing my best for him."

Jake chuckles from the backseat, his tone light yet tender. "She’s being modest. She’s an amazing mom. Christian adores her."

You feel a flush of warmth at his praise, though you keep your gaze on the road ahead. "I just try to be there for him, every step of the way."

Sheila smiles knowingly. "And I can see that. You’ve built something special. It’s clear you love him."

You nod, your thoughts drifting for a moment to Christian’s bright eyes and endless energy. "I do. More than anything."

Jake leans forward, his voice softer now as he joins the conversation. "And that’s why I admire you so much."

You glance at him in the rearview mirror, meeting his gaze, your heart fluttering at the sincerity in his eyes. “You really know how to make a girl blush, don’t you?”

Jake’s smile is genuine, the affection in his eyes undeniable. "Only when it’s true."

The conversation lulls for a moment as you all continue the drive, the comfort of being surrounded by such kind, understanding people making the journey feel like home.

Sheila's smile widens as she glances at Jake in the rearview mirror. "Well, the family's excited to meet you. Jake hasn't brought a girl home in a..." She pauses, then chuckles softly. "A very long time."

You glance back at Jake, who shrugs with a playful grin, clearly used to his mom’s teasing.

You smile softly, glancing at Jake in the rearview mirror. "I guess I’m the lucky one, then," you say teasingly, your voice light and playful.

Jake raises an eyebrow, his grin widening as he leans forward. "You don’t have to tell them that," he jokes, but there’s a softness to his voice that makes you feel even more at ease. "I haven’t exactly been the best at bringing people around."

Sheila chuckles from the front seat. "Well, that’s all changing now, isn’t it?" She shoots you an encouraging look. "I’m really glad you two are spending time together. Jake’s been through a lot, and it’s good to see him happy."

You nod, your heart swelling with warmth at her words. "I’m glad too. I never expected things to move this fast, but sometimes life surprises you."

"Yeah, it sure does," Jake murmurs, his voice quiet but full of meaning as he watches you. His gaze lingers for a moment before he leans back in his seat, as though content just to be with you in this moment.

The drive continues, the comfortable silence between you three filled with the soft hum of the truck’s engine and the occasional laugh or comment from Christian in the back. It feels like home already—like a place you could stay forever.

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[sportingclubbustransport]

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Public Transport: While budget-friendly, it may not be convenient with luggage

Taxis/Rideshares: Quick but can be expensive, especially for groups

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Wedding parties

School excursions

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2. Scheduled Shuttle Services

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Surfers Paradise (25 minutes)

Broadbeach (20 minutes)

Burleigh Heads (15 minutes)

Theme parks (30-45 minutes)

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While there are several providers like Con-X-Ion and Redy2Go operating at Gold Coast Airport, Currumbin Valley Bus & Coach offers distinct advantages:

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Flexible Cancellation: More generous policies than many national operators

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Traveler Tips for Gold Coast Airport Transfers

Allow Extra Time: While we're punctual, it's wise to buffer for flight delays, especially during storm season

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Do you accommodate special needs passengers?

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What if my flight is delayed?

We monitor flight arrivals and adjust pickup times accordingly at no extra charge.

Can I make stops along the way?

Yes, we can arrange brief stops for an additional fee - perfect for grocery runs before hotel check-in.

Exploring Beyond the Airport

Once you've settled in, consider using our services for:

Theme park transfers (Dreamworld, Movie World, Wet'n'Wild)

Winery tours in the Scenic Rim

Corporate event transportation

School excursion services

Conclusion

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[internationalbustour]

The Ultimate Guide to Gold Coast Airport Bus Transfers

Why Airport Transfers Matter

Arriving at Gold Coast Airport (OOL) marks the beginning of your Queensland adventure, but how you get to your final destination can make or break your travel experience. While there are several transport options available at Gold Coast Airport, including taxis and rideshares, nothing beats the convenience and reliability of professional bus transfers.

At Currumbin Valley Bus & Coach, we've been providing premium Gold Coast Airport bus transfers for years, helping thousands of travelers start and end their journeys smoothly. Our fleet of modern coaches and professional drivers ensure you'll arrive at your destination comfortably and on time, whether you're heading to Surfers Paradise, Broadbeach, or beyond.

Understanding Your Gold Coast Airport Transfer Options

When you land at Gold Coast Airport, you'll find several transport choices, each with its own advantages:

Public Transport: While budget-friendly, it may not be convenient with luggage

Taxis/Rideshares: Quick but can be expensive, especially for groups

Private Transfers: The perfect balance of comfort and value

As the Gold Coast Airport official transport page explains, planning your transfer in advance saves time and reduces travel stress. That's where our Gold Coast Airport bus transfers shine - offering the perfect combination of affordability, comfort, and reliability.

Why Choose Currumbin Valley Bus & Coach for Your Airport Transfer?

Unmatched Local Expertise

Our drivers know the Gold Coast like the back of their hand. We monitor traffic patterns in real-time to ensure you take the most efficient route to your destination, whether you're heading to a luxury resort or a business meeting.

Fleet to Suit Every Need

From sleek minibuses for small groups to spacious coaches for larger parties, we have the perfect vehicle for your transfer needs. All our buses feature:

Comfortable, reclining seats

Ample luggage space

Climate control for Queensland's warm weather

Complimentary WiFi on select vehicles

Safety First Approach

Your safety is our top priority. All our vehicles undergo rigorous maintenance checks, and our drivers are fully licensed with impeccable safety records. We exceed all Queensland transport regulations to give you peace of mind.

Our Gold Coast Airport Transfer Services

1. Private Group Transfers

Perfect for:

Family vacations

Corporate groups

Wedding parties

School excursions

We'll meet you in the arrivals hall and handle all your luggage, providing a seamless transition from plane to coach.

2. Scheduled Shuttle Services

For individual travelers or small groups, our scheduled shuttle services offer an affordable way to reach popular destinations like:

Surfers Paradise (25 minutes)

Broadbeach (20 minutes)

Burleigh Heads (15 minutes)

Theme parks (30-45 minutes)

3. Luxury VIP Transfers

Traveling in style? Our premium vehicles feature extra legroom, leather seating, and enhanced amenities for business travelers or those seeking a more exclusive experience.

How to Book Your Gold Coast Airport Bus Transfer?

Booking with us is simple:

Visit our Gold Coast Airport bus transfers page

Select your vehicle type and passenger count

Choose your pickup/dropoff locations

Confirm your booking instantly

Pro Tip: Book at least 48 hours in advance during peak seasons (December-February and school holidays) to secure your preferred time slot.

What Sets Us Apart from Other Transfer Services?

While there are several providers like Con-X-Ion and Redy2Go operating at Gold Coast Airport, Currumbin Valley Bus & Coach offers distinct advantages:

Local Ownership: We're Gold Coast based and operated, so we know the area intimately

Flexible Cancellation: More generous policies than many national operators

Personalized Service: We remember our repeat customers and their preferences

Competitive Pricing: Excellent value without hidden charges

Traveler Tips for Gold Coast Airport Transfers

Allow Extra Time: While we're punctual, it's wise to buffer for flight delays, especially during storm season

Have Contact Details Handy: Save our dispatch number (+61 [number]) in your phone

Consider Return Bookings: Save up to 15% when booking round-trip transfers

Weekday Advantage: Midweek transfers often have more availability and sometimes lower rates

Frequently Asked Questions

How early should I book my airport transfer?

We recommend booking as soon as your flights are confirmed, especially for groups larger than 10 people.

Do you accommodate special needs passengers?

Absolutely. Our fleet includes wheelchair-accessible vehicles - just mention your requirements when booking.

What if my flight is delayed?

We monitor flight arrivals and adjust pickup times accordingly at no extra charge.

Can I make stops along the way?

Yes, we can arrange brief stops for an additional fee - perfect for grocery runs before hotel check-in.

Exploring Beyond the Airport

Once you've settled in, consider using our services for:

Theme park transfers (Dreamworld, Movie World, Wet'n'Wild)

Winery tours in the Scenic Rim

Corporate event transportation

School excursion services

Conclusion

Navigating airport transportation doesn't need to be complicated. With Currumbin Valley Bus & Coach's Gold Coast Airport bus transfers, you get reliable, comfortable service at competitive prices. Our local expertise and commitment to customer satisfaction make us the top choice for discerning travelers.

Ready to book your stress-free transfer? Visit our airport transfers page or call us directly to discuss your specific needs. Let us handle the transportation so you can focus on enjoying your Gold Coast adventure!