#r-117

[gelarshiesprofruitboarder]

i always forget i can post these here also

[houseofpaincakes]

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[rianmobili]

Top 10 Best-Looking Motorcycles of 2023

Here it is, another subjective list of the best-looking motorcycles of 2023. These are ones that I look at and think “crikey!” and think others would to. Some of these motorcycles came out in mid-2022, and might be released as a 2022 model year in some places. And maybe some of these motorcycles were released a year or two prior, but I didn’t recognise them, and want to give them some airtime. But they’re all available new in model year 2023. You might notice some themes as you look down the motorcycles here, like a larger number of middleweight adventure motorcycles. It’s not entirely my subjective taste — some of it is fashion and what’s popular in motorcycles these days.

📌 People also ask: ✔️ What is the trend for motorcycles in 2023? ✔️ Which is the best motorcycle of the year 2023? ✔️ What is the Superbike of the year 2023?

📌 Related searches: ✔️ New motorcycles 2023 ✔️ Best adventure motorcycle 2023 ✔️ Best cruiser motorcycle ✔️ Honda new bike 2023 ✔️ Touring motorbike ✔️ Best Classic motorcycles ✔️ Modern classic motorcycles

[thedevilsrain]

volume 5 scanning update. help

[armatofu]

[andyllic]

If he dies next I'm gonna go and off myself on Sigma fluff and batfam fics

On the left we have official art

On the right we have manga panels

We had Ame no gozen Fukuchi in official art ages ago (months ago)

And when Ame no gozen stabbed Kunikida he kinda melted. And he looks like Sigma in another old ass official art.

So... Sigma fans, say your prayers, I think your man's next

[wheelsgoroundincircles]

1969 Dodge Charger

The 1969 Dodge Charger presented perhaps the widest array of choices in the history of the nameplate. There was a base model, an available SE (for "Special Edition") option that heaped on more luxuries, a hot-performing R/T version, and two wild race-bred iterations: the 500 and the Daytona. Engine selections started with Chrysler's trusty 225-cid Slant Six, but also included five V-8s, topped by the rollicking 425-horsepower 426-cid "Street Hemi." Depending on the model, available transmissions were three- and four-speed manuals, plus the excellent three-speed TorqueFlite automatic.

Given all these choices, it's perhaps ironic that the car came in just one body style, a two-door hardtop. The 1969 Dodge Charger was an update of the completely restyled '68 model, which meant it was built on a 117-inch wheelbase with Chrysler's familiar torsion-bar suspension up front and leaf springs in the back. New styling touches for base and R/T Chargers included a vertical center divider in the grille and horizontal taillights.

[whencyclopedia]

Hadrian's Wall

Hadrian's Wall (known in antiquity as the Vallum Hadriani or the Vallum Aelian) is a defensive frontier work in northern Britain which dates from 122 CE. The wall ran from coast to coast at a length of 73 statute miles (120 km). Though the wall is commonly thought to have been built to mark the boundary line between Britain and Scotland, this is not so; no one knows the actual motivation behind its construction but it does not delineate a boundary between two countries.

While the wall did simply mark the northern boundary of the Roman Empire in Britain at the time, theories regarding the purpose of such a massive building project range from limiting immigration, to controlling smuggling, to keeping the indigenous people at bay north of the wall. The wall continued in use until it was abandoned in the early 5th century CE.

Purpose

The military effectiveness of the wall has been questioned by many scholars over the years owing to its length and the positioning of the fortifications along the route. The argument goes that, had the wall actually been built as a defensive barrier, it would have been constructed differently and at another location. Regarding this, Professors Scarre and Fagan write,

Archaeologists and historians have long debated whether Hadrian's Wall was an effective military barrier…Whatever its military effectiveness, however, it was clearly a powerful symbol of Roman military might. The biographer of Hadrian remarks that the emperor built the wall to separate the Romans from the barbarians. In the same way, the Chinese emperors built the Great Wall to separate China from the barbarous steppe peoples to the north. In both cases, in addition to any military function, the physical barriers served in the eyes of their builders to reinforce the conceptual divide between civilized and noncivilized. They were part of the ideology of empire. (Ancient Civilizations, 313)

This seems to be the best explanation for the underlying motive behind the construction of Hadrian's Wall. The Romans had been dealing with uprisings in Britain since their conquest of the region. Although Rome's first contact with Britain was through Julius Caesar's expeditions there in 55/54 BCE, Rome did not begin any systematic conquest until the year 43 CE under the Emperor Claudius (r. 41-54 CE).

The revolt of Boudicca of the Iceni in 60/61 CE resulted in the massacre of many Roman citizens and the destruction of major cities (among them, Londinium, modern London) and, according to the historian Tacitus (56-117 CE), fully demonstrated the barbaric ways of the Britons to the Roman mind.

Boudicca's forces were defeated at The Battle of Watling Street by General Gaius Suetonius Paulinus in 61 CE. At the Battle of Mons Graupius, in the region which is now Scotland, the Roman General Gnaeus Julius Agricola won a decisive victory over the Caledonians under Calgacus in 83 CE. Both of these engagements, as well as the uprising in the north in 119 CE (suppressed by the Roman governor and general Quintus Pompeius Falco), substantiated that the Romans were up to the task of managing the indigenous people of Britain.

The suggestion that Hadrian's Wall, then, was built to hold back or somehow control the people of the north does not seem as likely as that it was constructed as a show of force. Hadrian's foreign policy was consistently “peace through strength” and the wall would have been an impressive illustration of that principle. In the same way that Julius Caesar built his famous bridge across the Rhine in 55 BCE simply to show that he, and therefore Rome, could go anywhere and do anything, Hadrian perhaps had his wall constructed for precisely the same purpose.

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[ouiouibaguettt]

The Tattoo

Y/N - your name. Y/NN - your nickname. Y/LN - your last name.

request: r is new on the french squad and star struck when she meets gabby. They room together and they bond over their love for records, r ask if she could tattoo gabby if they win their games.

okay i did try my best, im sorry i didnt go with the fact that r could tattoo Gabby in case of a win.

You're POV:

You've been ecstatic ever since national team coach Jean-Aimé Toupane called you so that you could come to the Insep training camp before you had to start training for the 2024 Olympics.

At the same time, with the season you'd had with Basket Landes, how could he not call you, averaging 6.7 assists, 8.0 rebounds and 17.5 points per game, giving you an evaluation of 20.6. To say you were on fire would be an understatement.

Let's get back to the moment. You were finishing packing your bag, before heading off to the station with your clubmate Marie Pardon. Once there, and after greeting everyone, that's when your eyes met, only it's not the first time your breathing seemed to stop when you met her gaze. Gabby had the same reaction as you, breath cut off, cheeks flushed, it was Marine who helped her out of her trance before she looked like a psychopath.

During lunch, the coach assigned rooms. “Marine Fauthoux with Iliana” he said as the two girls jumped on each other making everyone laugh. “Marine Johannes with Alexia, Marie with Carla, and finally Gabby with Y/N” he added before handing you your room keys and taking your seats to let you finish eating.

Once the meal was over, the whole team decided to go back to their rooms to rest before starting training.

When you entered the room, you saw Gabby unpacking, the way her arms flexed, allowing her muscles to show. The sight immediately made you blush. However, you heard a clearing of the throat, bringing you back down to earth, and Gabby looked at you with a smirk when she saw where your eyes were blocked.

“I hope you're enjoying the view?” she said, laughing a little, not wanting to be the only one in this position you replied ‘It's the best view I've ever had’ you said, winking at her before unpacking your suitcase, leaving her speechless.

However, she snapped out of her trance when she heard the rhythm you were whistling. “You listen to The Neighbourhood too?” she asked. “Yes, I have almost all their CDs in my apartment” you replied. “Which one did you like best?” she added as she lay on her stomach, head resting on her hands, looking up at you. “Hm, I'd say 'Reflections', it's very close to my heart” you replied before adding ”And you? Which one do you prefer?” Gabby took a moment to think about it before saying “I'd say ‘Reflections’ too”. After debating for a while about your rather similar musical tastes, your tattoos, it was time of training.

TIME SKIP

Since the day you and Gabby were put in the same room, each day brings you closer. If you both were unaware of the feelings that were starting to grow more and more. Your teammates were all aware, some had even placed bets on when you would confess your feelings to each other.

Before, your first two preparation games against Finland, you had made a bet with Gabby. If Finland scored less than 100 points in two games, you let her choose your next tattoo while if Finland scored more than 100 points in two games, you would have to choose her next tattoo.

Spoiler alert, you won the bet. By winning the first game 129 to 50, and the second 117 to 59, Finland had therefore put 109 points in total in two games which made you the winner of the bet. However, you and Gabby decided to wait until the end of the Olympics to get her tattoo.

TIME SKIP

After qualifying for the final following the victory in overtime against Belgium where you and Gabby were on fire. The whole team celebrated well with the public, and in the locker room. Finally, when the celebration stopped, the players came out one by one to greet the public one last time before returning to the hotel. Once back at the hotel, you and Gabby decided to stay a little in the common room, you were showing each other tiktoks. However, when you looked up from her phone to her, you noticed how close her face was to yours and how beautiful she was.

When Gabby looked up, her eyes were going back and forth between your eyes and your lips, unable to wait any longer, Gabby kissed you gently, she placed one of her hands on your cheeks and the other on your hip while your hands ended up around her neck. Wanting to catch your breath, you separated a little but you left your hands where they were. "Wow-" you said still amazed by this kiss. "I really like you Y/NN, I like everything about you, your musical tastes, your tattoos, your smile, the way your eyes shine with determination in the middle of a match" Gabby confessed. "I really like you too Gabby" you confessed to her. "Would you do me the honor of being my girlfriend?" she asked you. "Of course I would do you that honor" you answered her, a big smile on your lips.

However, just as you were about to kiss each other again, Marine Johanness arrived in the room, she saw the position you were in, your faces betraying you since you were both red. Marine understood immediately what had just happened. "Did you just kiss?" she asked excitedly, you had turned red with embarrassment at the idea of ​​a teammate interrupting you, that's when Gabby answered "Yes but-" she didn't have time to finish her sentence that Marine was already on the phone with Alexia. "Alexia you owe me 20 euros" she exclaimed. And then, she went back to her room. "It was super random" you told Gabby once calm had returned, "Yes really" said Gabby starting to laugh at the situation.

After this beautiful moment in the common room, you and Gabby decide to go back to your room.

TIME SKIP

With only a few seconds left, you managed to send your pass to Gabby, who caught it and scored immediately. The basket being awarded, the referees went to see the video to see if it was a 2-point or a 3-point. The score being 67 to 64 in favor of the USA, a 3-point would allow you to snatch overtime.

However, the referee having viewed the video, declared that the basket was a 2-point, and blew the final whistle, declaring the USA the winner. Gabby collapsed in tears, you brought her in your arms to try to comfort her as best you could.

Once she was 'calm' enough, you went to congratulate the opposing team and greet the public before going to the locker room to prepare for the medal ceremony.

After the medal ceremony, Gabby seemed at peace with what had happened earlier, that's how you ended up in a tattoo parlor to finally choose her future tattoo.

Being the nice girlfriend that you are, you decided to get the tattoo too. After showing the tattoo artist the design, he first started with Gabby, and ended with you. Gabby was surprised but was very pleased with the tattoo you had chosen.

On her left forearm, and on your right forearm, rests forever, the upside down house, the symbol of the group The Neighbourhood.

[lionofchaeronea]

Denarius of the Roman emperor Hadrian (r. 117-138 CE), minted between 119 and 122. On the obverse, the bust of Hadrian. On the reverse, the personified goddess Roma, seated. Roma holds a spear in her left hand and a small, winged Victoria (Victory) in her right; beneath her is a cuirass, and behind her a shield. The inscription around her reads P(ONTIFEX) M(AXIMUS) TR(IBUNICIA) P(OTESTATE) COS III. This coin was found in North Yorkshire, England, UK, and is now in the British Museum.

Photo credit: Amy Downes on behalf of the West Yorkshire Archaeology Advisory Service/The Portable Antiquities Scheme/The Trustees of the British Museum.

[zeroshine]

DRV3 SHIPS OPINIONS 8/117

These are my opinions about drv3 ships

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SHIPS- Romantic (R) - Platonic- (P)

Kaimaki- 5/10-(R-P) Its a nice ship not really interesting to me, i just used this ship as angst for post game au for funzies :)

Irumeno- 9/10-(R) I really love this ship its Adorable very silly.

Saiibo- 4/10-(P) I don't really ship it but i get people who ship it, it's cute I see them friends.

Gokumatsu- 9.5/10-(R-P) i think this is one of my favorite actually rarepair them as friends or a couple they are so cute and adorable.

.#DRV3SHIPOPINONS

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

ᴛᴡ: rough foot tickling, idk how to put warnings for this…? use of tools

ᴀ/ɴ: this is so cute 🥺 AND YES I KNOW IM LIKE SO BEHIND PLEASE FORGIVE MEEE

𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕: @someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae @jeonginsdiary @leeknowstan33 @v--143 @wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday @inkytornpagess @lajanaa @a-wild-seungberry @channieissocute125 @soap143 @seungsluvv @skznccmlee @moony-9 @sunny-117

Hannah had spent the afternoon organizing the family attic, a task she had put off for far too long. Chan, her brother, had come home to Australia for a vacation, and she was eager to take a trip down memory lane. 

Dust motes danced in the beams of light streaming through the small window, and the scent of old books and forgotten memories surrounded her. 

As she rummaged through boxes filled with childhood trinkets, she stumbled upon a dusty old tape marked with her mother’s handwriting: Chan’s Baby Videos. Curiosity piqued, she grabbed a nearby VHS player and set it up, eager to find any embarrassing dirt on her brother. 

The screen flickered to life, and Hannah's heart swelled as the familiar sight of her younger self came into view. She was no older than five, her pigtails bouncing as she bounced around their living room, squealing with delight. 

The image of baby Channie appeared next, his chubby cheeks rosy and his big, innocent eyes wide with curiosity. “Hannah, don’t jump!” He looked frightened; treating his sister as if she was fragile and tiny. 

She remembered that day vividly; it had been a rainy afternoon, and their mother had decided to record the fun they were having indoors.

The footage showed Hannah crawling towards her brother, her giggles echoing in the room. “Look, Channie!” she exclaimed, her voice high-pitched and playful. “I’m gonna get you!” She lunged forward, and in an instant, the screen was filled with Chan's adorably surprised face as he let out a loud, gleeful squeal.

As Hannah watched, a wave of nostalgia washed over her. She could almost hear the laughter that had filled their home back then, the kind of laughter that could brighten the dreariest of days. 

On the tape, Hannah’s fingers wiggled towards Chan’s sides, and he immediately erupted into laughter, squirming helplessly as she tickled him, the air filled with an explosion of giggles that echoed throughout the room. 

Chan’s laughter was pure, unrestrained joy, a sound so infectious that it made Hannah smile even wider. He squirmed away, his little body wriggling helplessly as he shrieked “Nohohoho!! I cahahahan’t!!” He begged, his giggles spilling out uncontrollably. “HANNAHAHAHA PLEHEHEHEASE!!”

The camera jostled slightly as their mother laughed softly in the background, clearly amused by the sight of her two children. “Come on, Chan, just a little more! You can’t escape forever!” Little Hannah exclaimed, her voice bubbling over with delight.

“MOHOHOHOHMMYYYY!! HELP!” Baby Chan shrieked, his voice a mix of giggles and desperation. “Hahahannnahhh!! PLEHEHEASE STOHOHOHOP!!” He was rolling on the floor now, trying to evade her grasp, but Hannah was relentless. She had a determined gleam in her eye as she honed in on her target.

The video cut to a close-up of Chan’s face, scrunched up in laughter as he shrieked in desperation, “I’m gonna die!” Every time Hannah’s fingers danced over his ribs or under his arms, he erupted in fits of laughter that made Present-day Hannah’s heart soar. There was something so pure and innocent about the moment—two siblings lost in a world of joy and laughter.

Little Hannah on the tape watched as Chan’s little hands flailed, trying to push her away, but failing miserably. She was relentless, chasing him around the room, her laughter mixing with his. “Please, Hannah! I can’t breathe!” Chan squealed, face turning red from giggles. “Ihit tickles!!”

The video continued, capturing the essence of their playful bond—silly faces, unexpected hugs, and the joy that comes from being utterly carefree. Each time she tickled him, Chan’s laughter rang out like music, creating a symphony of happiness. Their mother’s soft voice interjected at times, filled with warmth and encouragement. 

Baby Channie squealed, his younger sister pulling his feet towards her with a surprising amount of strength, and present-day Hannah giggled to herself, already knowing what was about to happen. 

She remembered how evil she could be when it came to tickling Chan’s feet. His soles were ridiculously sensitive, and back then, she’d discovered every trick to drive him absolutely crazy.

On the screen, Little Hannah finally made her move. Her fingers skittered over the arch of Chan’s foot, and the reaction was immediate. 

Baby Chan let out the most adorable, high-pitched squeal, his body jolting off the floor as his foot jerked wildly in her lap. His hands flailed, desperately trying to grab at anything to pull himself free, but Little Hannah held him firm, her fingers continuing their relentless assault on his soft, ticklish soles.

“NOOOOOO! H-HANNAH, STOP! AHAHAHAHA! NOT MY FEEEEET!” Chan’s voice broke into hysterical cackles, his laughter so loud and unfiltered that it echoed through the house. His body twisted and squirmed on the floor, his small frame unable to handle the sheer intensity of the tickles.

But Little Hannah was relentless. Her fingers danced over the sensitive skin, wiggling and scribbling across every inch of his foot—his arches, his heels, his toes—nothing was safe from her attack. Baby Chan’s face scrunched up adorably, his eyes squeezed shut as tears of laughter began to gather in the corners of his eyes.

Present-day Hannah couldn’t stop laughing as she watched. She had completely forgotten how adorable her brother had been—his little face twisted with laughter, his chubby cheeks flushed pink, and his squeals so high-pitched they barely sounded human. 

It was cuteness overload, and she felt a sudden surge of affection and what could only be described as cuteness aggression. She just wanted to pinch his cheeks and hug him for being so unbearably adorable.

But the best part was yet to come.

In the video, Little Hannah paused for a moment, letting her Channie catch his breath. He lay there panting, his chest heaving as he gulped in air, his body trembling from the overwhelming tickles. His foot twitched in her lap, still extra sensitive from the assault.

“You okay, Channie?” Hannah asked sweetly, tilting her head to the side as if she was genuinely concerned.

Baby Chan nodded weakly, too out of breath to speak. His face was flushed, and his hair was sticking to his sweaty forehead, but there was still that faint grin on his lips.

Little Hannah smiled sweetly again, her hands resting innocently on his foot, giving no indication of what was coming next. “Good, ‘cause I’m not done yet!”

With that, she reached off-camera and pulled out the ultimate weapon—a tiny, pink, plastic hairbrush.

Present-day Hannah’s jaw dropped as she saw it. ‘No way. Did I really use that?’ But there it was, the hairbrush clutched tightly in Baby Hannah’s hand as she held it up triumphantly, the bristles gleaming in the light.

Tiny Channie screamed, his voice hitting a new level of panic as he saw what was coming. He tried to yank his foot free, but Little Hannah tightened her grip, her evil grin growing wider. “Time to tickle his feets!” She squealed in happiness. 

“Just a little bit, Channie. It won’t hurt. It’ll just tickle sooo much~” Little Hannah teased, her voice dripping with playful malice.

Then she pressed the bristles of the hairbrush against his sole and began to scrub.

The result was instant. Baby Chan shrieked, a sound so high-pitched and adorable it made present-day Hannah burst into giggles. His laughter turned frantic, almost silent, as the hairbrush worked over his sensitive skin. His body convulsed, his hands slapping the floor as if trying to ground himself, but it was no use. The brush was too much.

“NONONONO!! PLEHEEEEHEHEASE!! HAHAHANNAH I CAHAHAHHAAN’T!!” Poor Channie wailed, his voice cracking with desperation. His toes curled and uncurled, trying in vain to escape the relentless bristles of the hairbrush. His face was a mess of tears and laughter, and his poor little body was shaking uncontrollably from the intensity of it all.

But Little Hannah didn’t let up. She giggled to herself, the brush moving faster as she scrubbed up and down his soles, delighting in the way her brother dissolved into helpless giggles beneath her.

“You’re so ticklish, Channie!” she teased, her voice light and airy as if she hadn’t just driven him to the brink of madness.

Eventually, Little Hannah slowed down, letting Channie gasp for air as he lay there, utterly spent. His laughter turned into breathless giggles, his body limp and trembling, his foot still twitching in her lap.

Present-day Hannah sighed contentedly, pausing the tape and letting the silence fill the room for a moment. ‘That was... so cute.’ Her heart swelled with affection, and she couldn’t stop smiling. 

Chan, her poor, ticklish older brother, had been the absolute cutest back then. She couldn’t believe how much fun she’d had torturing his tiny feet, and now, the urge to see if he was still that ticklish was too tempting to resist.

With a grin on her face, she dashed down the hallway, eager to test her theory. She found Chan sprawled out on the couch again, headphones in his ears, completely unaware of her approach. ‘Perfect’, she thought.

Without hesitation, she grabbed his ankle and yanked his foot into her lap.

“Hannah…” Chan warned. He had had his fair share of tickle fights with the kids, and he knew what was coming, trying to yank his foot back with a frustrated squeal as she began to scribble over it, and he clamped his lips shut, shaking his head as his cheeks turned bright red. 

“Oh, trying to hold back on me, are ya?” Hannah laughed, smiling at the way her brother kicked wildly but desperately shook his head. 

She inched her fingers to the inside of his feet. Chan’s words dissolved into instant laughter as her fingers dug into them, wiggling and scribbling in the exact spots she remembered from all those years ago. 

Déjà vu hit Channie like a freight train. 

His body jerked violently beneath her, but he was already trapped, unable to do anything but thrash helplessly as the tickling sent shockwaves of giggles bursting out of him. 

“NOHOHOHOO!! Nohohot agahahahahain!!” He squealed again, his laughter turning breathless as her fingers found their way to his arches, expertly scribbling and poking at his most sensitive spots.

But Hannah wasn’t about to stop. Not when she was having so much fun and definitely not when her older brother was reacting exactly the way he had when they were kids—squirming and squealing like a baby.

“You used to be so tiny!” Hannah giggled, her fingers dancing up his soles and to his heels, scribbling mercilessly. “And guess what? You’re still just as ticklish!”

Chan shrieked, his body convulsing as she hit his most sensitive spots. His face was already red from laughing so hard, and his legs kicked out behind him, but it was no use. Every time he tried to plead or beg, his words dissolved into incoherent giggles, just like when they were younger.

Hannah paused for a brief moment, letting him catch his breath. Chan lay limp beneath her, panting and gasping for air, his face flushed and his eyes squeezed shut as he tried to recover. For a moment, he thought it might be over. But then he heard her voice again, far too sweet to be trusted.

“Awwhh, Channie~” She cooed, “You look just like baby Chan from the video.”

Before he could even open his mouth to respond, her fingers were back, scribbling over his soles and arches with renewed vigor. Chan let out a strangled scream, his body jolting beneath her as his laughter exploded once again, uncontrollable and wild.

“N-NO!! AHAHAHA—HANNAH, STOP!! I-I CAN’T! AHAHAHA!!”

Chan was lost to his laughter, his body shaking with every touch, his breath coming in short gasps as he thrashed beneath her. He was completely at her mercy, just like in the old days, and the realization only made his giggles grow louder and more desperate.

“H-Hannah!” He sobbed through his laughter, his voice barely audible. “I-I’m DYHIHIHIHING! AHAHAHA—PLEASE!”

“Oh, don’t be so dramatic.” Hannah scoffed. “You’re not dying…but you look really close to being dead, so I’ll continue this later…”

After what felt like an eternity to Chan, she finally eased up, giving him one last, merciful break. Chan collapsed beneath her, panting heavily, his chest heaving as he gasped for air. His face was flushed, his eyes squeezed shut, and his entire body was trembling from the relentless tickling.

Hannah slid off his back and sat beside him, grinning down at the exhausted mess he’d become. Chan’s eyes fluttered open, still glazed with leftover giggles, and his cheeks were stained with tears of laughter.

“You...you’re evil…” He panted, his voice hoarse and weak from laughing so hard.

Hannah just smirked, leaning down to ruffle his damp hair. “Maybe. But you’re still just as cute as you were back then.”

Chan groaned, too exhausted to argue. His cheeks were flushed red, his tired eyes barely open, and a tired grin tugged at his lips. He looked up at her, his expression a mix of defeat and affection, and Hannah couldn’t help but feel a surge of fondness.

“You’re the worst…” He muttered, but the smile on his face gave him away.

“And you’re still my favorite tickle victim~” she teased, poking his side gently. Chan flinched but didn’t fight back this time, too worn out from the ordeal.

“I’m never letting you near those old tapes again.” He grumbled, closing his eyes with a soft huff.

Hannah just laughed. “We’ll see about that, Channie.”

[empresskadia]

Fractured [Master Chief | John-117]

I seriously can't stop thinking about this man, ugh, he deserves the world. I didn't know what to write, so this happened. I have John's Gentle Touches chapter kinda planned out but it's gonna be a hot minute before it gets written and posted.

Post Halo: Escalation

It was one thing to be ordered to take R&R and another to get dragged away for it, or rather, as close to R&R as one could get on a massive ship. John was sure that Kelly was going to tease him as soon as he saw her next, but he couldn't tell you no. Not when he was glad to see you alive and unhurt.

That, maybe, he didn't fail you like he did Cortana.

It was after the third mission since he had reassigned Blue team that he noticed the UNSC Infinity had added to her crew, more specifically when you had marched right into the hanger, hands placed on your hip and Kelly let out a low whistle. "Someone's in trouble." She had teased that made Linda give a short snort as they passed by.

Though it was Fred who placed a hand on your shoulder. "He's all yours, [Y/n]." The Spartan patted your shoulder gently, the request in the movement evident. 'Take care of John.' and your small nod was answer enough.

Your brow raised as the green armor approached, he was glad, no, happy to see you again. This felt like the one thing that didn't seem to have gone wrong, but it had been four years since he had last seen you. Maybe everything between you two had changed.

"Hello, John." You said with that soft smile you always give him.

Or maybe it hadn't. 

The Master Chief simply nodded in acknowledgement; he wasn't sure what to say. Where to start? The loss of Cortana was still too fresh and if he was being honest with himself, a part of him hadn't tried to find you as soon as possible. Perhaps it was the fear that you would see him differently now.

He had failed.

His thoughts were circling when he felt two taps on his chest plate. "Come back to me John. I can hear your thoughts running from a mile away."

"I-I lost her," He admitted.

You were quiet for a moment staring into his visor like you could see him through the helmet, a sad smile tugged on your lips, "I know. I'm sorry." You really were. Cortana had been your friend, one who would tease John with you, one who would help you with your projects and have late night chats with you in the lab, one who always kept you up to date on John's missions regardless of if she was supposed to or not.

"She told me to tell you goodbye. And thank you-"

"And to take care of you?" You guessed, cutting him off before you tapped his chest armor again, the clink vibrating through the air. "Let's get you out of this. I wanna see you, John." And he couldn't tell you no, whether or not he wanted to take off the armor.

He complied.

He could do orders.

He could share this loss with you.

And while he laid in your arms, out of his armor, in the silent room that was broken by your humming, your fingers slowly dancing across his bare back, John almost felt like he was home, like he could survive this loss. His arms were wrapped around your waist, his face pressed against your stomach as your nails continued their movements, gently caressing over the pattern of scars as if you were rememorizing the old ones and studying the newer imperfections. "I missed you," you whispered as your lips pressed against his shoulder, right onto a scar he received from the Didact like you knew where it had come from.  The confession was so quiet that you took in a steady breath as if you were grounding your feelings. "I thought you were gone." He could hear the small quiver in your voice.

John lifted his head a fraction, his eyes meeting yours in a silent understanding. He had missed you and feared the worst. As he looked into your eyes, he understood your fears, a mirror image of his own. The thought of losing you, of facing the galaxy without your presence, was a fear he couldn't bear to confront. John's arms tightened around your waist, not enough to hurt you but to remind him you weren't going to disappear, that you were indeed alive.

"I'm here," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. He leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead, a silent vow to never let you go again. The warmth of your embrace, the gentle rhythm of your breathing. With you, he felt whole, as if all the fractured pieces of his being had finally found their place.

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SOA supplementals

Primary Sources / Letters

Papers of George Washington RevWar Series volume 11 (all)

The Army Correspondence of Colonel John Laurens in the Years 1777-1778 compiled by William Gilmore Simms (p.145-162)

The Papers of Henry Laurens volume 13 (p.33-140)

The Political Writings of Alexander Hamilton by Holloway and Wilson (p.7-117)

Backstory / additional context

The First Conspiracy by Brad Meltzer and Josh Mensch (all)

The Great New York Fire of 1776: A Lost Story of the American Revolution by Benjamin Carp (all)

Kidnapping the Enemy by Christian M. McBurney (all)

Strategy, Politics, Staff

Fatal Sunday by Lender and Stone (p.xi-122)

Washington's Secret War by Thomas Fleming (all: p.223-244)

To Starve the Army at Pleasure by E. Wayne Carp (various)

The Valley Forge Winter by Wayne Bodle (all: p.163-220)

George Washington's Indispensable Men by Arthur Leftkowitz (p.15, 45-157)

John Laurens and the American Revolution by Gregory Massey (p.86-106)

Washington's General: Nathaniel Greene and the Triumph of the American Revolution by Terry Galloway (p.165-171)

Wives / Women of the Army

Founding Mothers: The Women Who Raised Our Nation by Cokie Roberts (various)

The General & Mrs Washington by Bruce Chadwick (p.209-222)

Martha Washington: An American Life by Patricia Brady (p.118-126)

Caty: A Biography of Catherine Littlefield Greene by John & Janet Stegeman (p.48-59)

Pox Americana by Elizabeth Fenn (p.98-103)

Spies

Revolutionary Spies Intelligence and Espionage in America's First War by Tim McNeese (p.99-209)

General Washington's Spies on Long Island and in New York by Morton Pennypacker (p.1-119)

Washington's Spies by Alexander Rose (all)

Spies in the Continental Capital by John Nagy (all)

George Washington's Secret Spy War: The Making of America's First Spymaster by John Nagy (all)

Allies / foreign officers / special forces

Unlikely Allies: How a Merchant, a Playwright, and a Spy Saved the American Revolution by Joe Richard Paul (all)

Thomas Paine: Enlightenment, Revolution, and the Birth of Modern Nations by Craig Nelson (p.99-145)

Special Operations During the American Revolution by Robert Tonsetic (p.7-149)

Light Horse Harry: A Biography of Washington's Great Cavalryman by Noel B. Gerson (p.1-60)

John Paul Jones: Sailor, Hero, Father of the American Navy by Evan Thomas (p.97-133)

The Admiral and the Ambassador by Scott Martelle (p.49-54)

Tadeusz Kościuszko and Casimir Pulaski: The Lives of the Revolutionary War's Most Famous Polish Officers by Charles River Editors (Pulaski section)

Pulaski: A Portrait of Freedom by R.D. Jamro (p.85-99)

Steuben / Drill

The Drillmaster of Valley Forge by Paul Lockhart (p.105-113)

The Life of Von Steuben by Frederich Kapp (p.120-136)

Baron Von Steuben's Revolutionary Drill Manual: A Facsimile Reprint of the 1794 Edition (all)

Lafayette

For Liberty and Glory: Washington, Lafayette and Their Revolutions by James R. Gaines (p.98-106)

Adopted Son by David Clary (p.154-179)

Lafayette by Harlow Giles Unger (p.65-71)

The Marquis: Lafayette Reconsidered by Laura Auricchio (p.59-64)

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