#roofing quote involves

[fridgrave2-0]

I'm tired of pretending that I'm okay with ford being an absolute asshole towards fiddleford and basically abusing him.

first of all, yes, it's not ford's fault that he was manipulated (doubtful tbh) and abused by bill, but that doesn't give him the right to be a jerk who closes his eyes on his friend's deepest traumas. the traumas fiddleford got only because stanford completely ignored his warning and got fidds involved into bunch of shit. like his monster hunting which wasn't even the reason fiddleford went to gravity falls in the first place. he was there to help ford build the portal, not to be a part of ford's anomaly quest. and when fiddleford spoke out against it he was ignored because ford doesn't give a shit about anyone else but himself or his muse. fiddleford got traumatized physically and mentally so deeply that in the need to be able to sleep at night peacefully he completely destroyed his mind to the state that even bill was scared to be in there. and what stanford did? he (the one who couldn't care less about fidds warning him about gremoblin) critiqued fiddleford for using the memory gun and didn't even bother to apologize or say that he's sorry in the journal. god, what am I saying, he didn't even took fiddleford to the hospital after fiddleford feel from the sky through the roof of a fucking barn with a dozen of poisonous quills in his body AND A BROKEN ARM. ford described what happened to fidds in the journal, said he "took him home for a treatment" and the next two paragraphs on the other page is "good news the hyperdrive works" LIKE IS THAT THE ONLY THING YOU CARE ABOUT WHAT THE HELL??? "despite our fortune, I have become worried about my assistant... I myself have survived many monster attacks without trauma, but perhaps F is more sensitive that I realized". no shit sherlock, who would've imagine that seeing your worst nightmares and being poisoned can leave a mark on your mental state. sure it's just fiddleford, he's just overreacting because he's "sensitive"))) /src

ford was ignoring fiddleford's concerns all the fucking time that mcgucket was there with him, he took a superstitious and religious guy with anxiety into the forest with real ass monsters who's no one but ford is used to see. fiddleford was warning stanford about shifty and got kidnapped with his identity stolen by the shapeshifter because ford didn't listen. well, at least this time stanford had bothered to apologize for another traumatic event- ah no, next thing ford said is that when the portal is finished all the traumas fiddleford had been through were "worth it". ford just finds ways to make everything worse

we all know that fiddleford has an addictive personality and that the memory gun is the biggest example of that. what we don't talk enough about is that ford at some point decided that sleeping is for losers, but didn't stop at himself and made fiddleford drink 13 fucking cups of coffee, not allowing him to sleep, what in the future made fiddleford a caffeine addict. ford is not only an overworking idiot who gladly damages his own health, no! he wants fiddleford to be the same and quote "gets frustrated" when fiddleford cares not only about his own, but their both basic needs. fiddleford had to work on the portal, get in the trouble with monsters because of ford, but also babysit this manchild to prevent him collapsing from exhaustion (which is more impossible than building a giant portal into the multiverse)

and here we are, the portal testing. once again (and as always) fiddleford did warned ford about everything. fiddleford was working without breaks for days to make sure if the portal will work, and when he found the flaws, he wrote a whole fucking thesis paper, putting all ford's research into a solid work (not taking even smallest credit even tho he was the one to build the portal. when fiddleford had his own theory in the university, ford helped him to only proof that fidds wasn't going crazy by checking the calculations and ford bothered to take the credit for the whole theory, but fiddleford who was a part and a victim of this monumental theory of weirdness didn't took it because he unlike ford doesn't care only about fame). but what did stanford do? he assumed that fiddleford wanted to steal his fucking fame and backstab him. ford didn't even bother to look at something fiddleford was making for three days without resting to make sure that portal won't hurt anyone in the town and that ford won't end up with empty hand if the portal was indeed a lost cause. stanford coldly dismissed fiddleford like they weren't friends, said that he doesn't really waiting fiddleford for the test of the device that fiddleford did built, and even knowing that the portal was dangerous fiddleford chose to come for the test

and then fiddleford got in the portal and it was the biggest traumatic event for him. it was the breaking point for him from which he couldn't stop using the memory gun. it damaged him so much, that he turned from that bright 30-y.o. man into the familiar to us old man mcgucket in the span of two years. his life was ruined for another 30 years, a half of his life he was a mad lonely guy who lived in the junkyard. the man who could've become someone like steve jobs but much better if only he didn't go to help stanford. his family could've been full, tate could have his father. the incident with the portal was the moment of no return for fiddleford, and what did stanford do?

when fiddleford got sucked in the portal, he thought only about the success of his work, that for fidds it was "a remarkable opportunity to confirm or deny the theory" (which he already did with his pre-test research). he didn't think that it was dangerous on the other side, that the portal wouldn't just disintegrate fidds on atoms. and when stanford saw him speaking in a non-human way, shaking and twitching in shock like fiddleford did after the gremoblin incident, ford decided it was nothing. when fiddleford warned him about the apocalypse because he was in the portal and saw it with his own eyes, ford, as always, didn't listen. he didn't just not care about fidds' condition — he diminished everything fiddleford was feeling and everything he witnessed only because it didn't fit in ford's believes which were based just on bill's words (and for stanford it's not something new to belittle things related to fiddleford. he wasn't taking fidds' dream of creating a portable computer seriously, believing that his weirdness theory was much more important)

and after this, stanford insults fiddleford and his family in the journal. he says that he doesn't regret their partnership (it's not really a partnership if stanford didn't count fiddleford as an equal) and friendship breaking up. "to think I considered him a friend!" I doubt he ever did. stanford doesn't know shit about being a good friend (or even a decent person) to someone who sacrificed everything for him. who did put his life aside to be with ford, who cared enough to stay despite stanford again and again putting him in danger, constantly waving him away and feeling no remorse for that. fiddleford was breaking himself for this guy, he canonically was going through "I am nobody to ford if I don't build stuff for him" (and in the end this is exactly what happened). fiddleford didn't tell ford most of his fears and concerns because he didn't want to bother him. fidds was constantly scared and kept in inside because he wanted to be a "better partner". "if I have an anxiety, I will pop anxiety pills", "I'm gonna get through this". and then he didn't

fiddleford was abused by stanford. he was to stanford that ford was to bill, in some ways even worse. it's fucking wild that fiddleford did forgive ford after 30 years of a neverending madness nightmare with his mind being destroyed so much as like it was the earth in the times of the dinosaurs after being hit by the meteorite. fiddleford had lost literally everything, he wasn't even himself for a half of his life and still fidds found the strength to forgive someone who is responsible for it and who used him with regular emotional neglect. and you know what? fuck this. ford would never forgive bill and fiddleford had every right to stay mad at stanford. ford needed to be stuck in the portal to get his head out of the ass and by that time there were only crumbs of someone who fiddleford once was

fiddauthor and billford both are about abuse and toxic relationships. it's up to you what you like to ship, but we need to acknowledge the fact that fiddauthor isn't some fluffy healthy thing where both are happy. fiddleford was never happy and stanford didn't care about fiddleford and his feelings. they made each other worse and ford ruined fidds' life. THIS is the real fiddauthor

[gainahan]

naruto driving headcanons

Naruto - definitely not licensed. debatable whether he actually knows which one is the brake pedal. as long as Sakura is alive he will not be allowed behind the wheel of a car. unknowable/10

Sasuke - also not technically licensed, but all things considered a pretty decent driver. probably started driving well before he was legally old enough to. 7.5/10

Sakura - road rage extraordinaire. swears up and down she goes the speed limit but in truth goes at minimum 10 over. “speed limit is a suggestion” more like speed limit is a challenge. at the very least she gets them where they need to go. 5.5/10

Sai - never learned to drive until he met team 7. between Naruto and Sakura’s influences, he won’t be getting licensed for at least the next 6 years. good luck/10

Shikamaru - truly cannot be arsed. if asked to drive he claims to not have a license, but he definitely does. another unknowable/10 but I like to think in a pinch he’d be pretty good at it.

Choji - reliable driver but has a tendency to be late. gets stressed out when he has more than a few passengers. 6/10

Ino - wants to be a passenger princess soo badly. unfortunately for her, she’s the best on her team. being good at driving is her curse. woefully, 10/10

Kiba - team 8’s designated driver, believe it or not. he is…not good at it, per se, but better than the rest of them. having two sets of eyes on the road tends to help. 6.5/10

Hinata - gets so stressed out she forgets how to brake. she’ll be white knuckling the wheel going 50 in a residential while her passengers pray for their lives in the backseat. -2/10 her dad’s insurance is through the roof

Shino - morally opposed to driving. he hasn’t confirmed why but the running theory is that a swarm of his bugs faceplanted into the windshield once and traumatized him. unknowable/10

Neji - doesn’t believe in right-of-way. refuses to use his mirrors. whole heartedly believes he is god’s gift to the interstate. by some miracle has never gotten into a crash, but if any of his passengers are sensible people he is banned from the wheel. 0/10

Tenten - makes Sakura’s road rage look like divinely inspired patience. honestly she’s not even mad she just enjoys it. has to be actively talked down from brake checking people. banned from the wheel 0/10

Lee - while technically a perfect driver (obeys every speed limit, never makes an illegal turn, maneuvers like butter), having him in the front seat is such an intolerable experience he’s also banned from the wheel. those unfortunate enough to have witnessed it don’t speak of their experience, but rumors involve something along the lines of a custom-made Gai inspirational quotes driving playlist. 0/10

Temari - grew up driving her brothers around. Absolutely hates it. when she’s in a car she’s got her feet up on the dashboard and always has the aux. if she were to drive again, 9.5/10

Gaara - an…extremely calm, level headed driver? side effect of RBF is that everyone is always waiting for him to snap and run someone over. he never has. probably listens to calming classical music or something while in traffic jams. 10000/10

Kankuro - I find it funny to believe he’s the actual passenger princess. unknowable/10

[thedickcavettshow]

Can you tell us a little more about Joan Baez's girlfriend Kimmie? I'm curious about who she was and you seem to be the expert

Hiiii sorry this took so long to answer lol. Turns out I have a lot to say on this subject. Kimmie is a fascinating person and has lived a pretty wild life.

I'll just preface this by saying firstly I'm not an expert, I've just done a lot of research out of curiosity. Secondly, there is an absolute TON of misinformation out there about Kimmie, so everything that I'll tell you is stuff I learned from quotes directly from Joan, Kimmie, and other people they knew. The majority of this information is coming from Joan's memoir And a Voice to Sing With (1987) and Kimmie's interviews in the book Pearl: The Obsessions and Passions of Janis Joplin by Ellis Amburn (1992).

Joan Baez met Kim Chappell in the early 60s, when Kim was 17 years old and just freshly graduated from high school. Kim was a California surfer girl and Joan describes her by saying she "blew in, fresh, tan, skittery, ragged, shy, rebellious" and describes having sex with her as being "superb and utterly natural".

in 1962 Joan bought Kim a motorcycle and they rented a house together and they both adopted Doberman pinscher puppies. They often appeared in public together pretending to just be platonic friends, and Joan brought Kim along with her on tour, and Kim served as Joan's assistant and took care of her records. Kim also wrote some songs for her. They broke up after Kim trashed their bedroom because she got jealous of Joan's interest in a man she met on tour, but they remained friends after breaking up and Kim continued to work as Joan's assistant for a while. The time they spent together was positive, definitely one of the most pleasant of Joan's relationships, and Joan has said that being together taught her a lot about herself and about love and sex. Kim said of Joan in 1992 "Joan Baez was my first lover and brought me out and I still haven't recovered from that woman".

In the mid 60s, Kim became a heavy drug user, and in 1965 at a party with Jerry Garcia she took a little too much acid and climbed to the roof with an axe and began chopping the roof apart, then got onto her motorcycle (the one Joan bought her) and drove 120 mph to Joan’s house, climbed in through a window, and passed out in the middle of Joan’s living room. Joan called Kim's mother and they brought Kim to the hospital, and unfortunately that event pretty much ended their friendship.

While in the hospital, Kim was introduced to heroin, and immediately became very addicted. After being released from the hospital, Kim met a woman named Peggy Casetra (a name that is probably familiar/infamous to anyone who knows a bit about Janis Joplin) and they fell very much in love with each other. Peggy owned a boutique in San Francisco called Mnasidika (Sappho reference) and was also a heavy drug user.

Kim met Janis Joplin backstage at a show at the very beginning of Janis' career, and Janis was instantly attracted to her and pursued her. Since Kim and Peggy were not monogamous, Kim accepted her advances, although she felt that Janis would get along better with Peggy and decided to introduce them the next day. Both Kim and Peggy became close friends with Janis, and Janis was extremely enamored with them specifically because of Kim's relationship with Joan Baez. Janis and Peggy became lovers, and Janis’ friend Sunshine Nichols says "When Janis described Peggy to me, the first thing she said was, 'Well, Peggy's lover was involved with Joan Baez.'" The fact that she dated Joan was one of the first things Kim had told Janis when they first met. Apparently she got a kick out of telling people about it. Peggy and Kim were still together during the entire time that Peggy was seeing Janis, which at first Kim was fine with, but Janis eventually came to wanting Peggy to leave Kim for her and that soured the friendship between Kim and Janis slightly.

Kim and Peggy did not break up, even though they had a lot of issues with their relationship, which were not all caused by Janis. Kim was apparently a terrible driver, which really angered Peggy and they fought about driving which frequently escaladed into full-on fistfights. Kim was always driving way too fast and at one point she drove straight through a brand new $1500 fence. The fact that they were both extremely addicted to heroin obviously didn't help. They both did a lot of stupid stuff while high. This is a quote from Kim about a time she broke several of her ribs in the late 60s because she was trying to go to the bathroom late at night but was so high that she ended up on the second floor balcony instead: "I sat down on what I thought was the toilet, but it was thin air and I fell off the second-story porch, landing in a forked sapling. It was easily a ten- or twelve-foot drop. I lay there in the tree, stone naked, and I remember seeing stars and saying to myself, 'Oh, what a beautiful night!' Then I passed out."

Even though they had their issues Kim and Peggy were very openly and proudly a lesbian couple, so everyone around them knew about it. They spoke about being gay pretty openly, and they had a classic butch/femme dynamic (Kim was butch) that they made no attempt to conceal. The members of Janis' band and the other people she worked with strongly disapproved of them, and Albert Grossman, Janis’ manager (and Bob Dylan’s), tried very hard to keep the two of them away from Janis, because he felt that they were a bad influence on her and didn’t want her to get involved with “the gay thing”. Obviously he was not successful with this. Unfortunately their openness about being gay had a pretty negative effect on the two of them after Janis’ death.

After Janis' death, a lot of the people Kim and Peggy knew blamed them because they already had negative feelings about them and they were a pretty easy target. This was exacerbated in 1973 when Going Down With Janis, a "biography" about Janis' life written by a ghostwriter named Dan Knapp under Peggy's name was published. Peggy had agreed to let Knapp write a biography about Janis and had told him many stories about their time together, but Knapp took those stories and twisted them into something unrecognizable that just existed to shock and scandalize readers. Going Down With Janis did garner a bit of a cult following for being notoriously depraved and shocking, but unfortunately it's mostly made up. The book was essentially just Knapp's degrading sex fantasies about Janis written as though they were true facts and written from Peggy’s perspective. When the book was released, Peggy was horrified by its contents because she loved Janis and had only told Knapp positive stories about their time together. The book painted Peggy and Kim as Janis’ abusers and implicitly blamed them for Janis’ death.

After the book was published, Kim and Peggy faced enormous backlash from pretty much everyone they knew which led to Kim almost being murdered in an attempt at revenge. One night in the mid 70s while Kim, Peggy, and some friends were at a lesbian bar in Los Angeles called Bacchanal-70, Janis' former heroin dealer assaulted Kim in the alley behind the bar and stabbed her three times in the chest, puncturing both her lungs, and then left her there to die. Luckily, Kim was able to make it back inside the bar and she was rushed to the hospital. She was in critical condition but she managed to pull through and made a full recovery. She and Peggy split up for good after that.

By the 1990s, Kim managed to get sober after a very long and debilitating addiction that almost killed her many times. She said in 1992, "I finally managed to get clean; though I still enjoy marijuana and a glass of wine with a meal, I'm careful not to abuse."

This is the most recent picture of her that exists in the public, taken in the early 90s. There isn't any information about her since then.

[smilingangel582]

Wind breaker, here I come! I couldn't watch the new episode yet due to some minor issues! Well... I wanna see more fics from others, but I'm too impatient 😤 so I'm writing one again!

Can't think of a better lee than Sakura, so... im gonna put a switch, Nirei and Sugishita! Totally ler Suo and Umemiya!

The other characters aren't gonna be part of the fic because... I never read the manga but ik bits of spoilers from it... soooo imma skip them till the anime introduces them... yeeet imma add some of the teeny tiny bits I was spoiled from the manga!

My spelling sucks ik and I'm a faster writer, so... I tend to make a lot of misspelling stuff as I type fast. (It's not ADHD or anything special... I'm just a hyper person in real life... hehe)

ENJOY!

Warning spoilers from the anime and perhaps manga "my imagination after episode 8"

The big man himself

Sakura Haruka, an outsider, but everyone in this town accepted him as family as quickly as Sakira pummeled five dudes in an instant whiff.

What the hell is this town...?

His thoughts are often reserved and well kept to himself. Even as he walked through the hallways, he noticed familiar faces greeting him as grade captain and respectful gestures. Sure Sakura can take in most and yet...

"Omg! He's the first year grade captain who beat shishitoren second in command!"

"His look is so cool!"

A small blush crept up to his cheeks, he just grunted in response, leaving them mid-praise towards him.

It's almost like an attack mechanism to Sakura, like compliments are his weakness, and the opponent strikes it mercilessly till he's crumbled.

Honestly, Sakura hates that about himself.

"Sakura-san! We need your help!"

Hearing Nirei's voice in front, he looked up, his bangs lifting at the sight of Suo and Nirei...

And Sugishita???

"What the hell do u want?" Sakura grumbled.

Suo's calmly allows to explain themselves, "Now Sakura-kun, us first years have a job to do... its specifically by Hiragi-san"

Straightening himself, Sakura nods seriously, "OK... sure"

Suo stares for a moment before chuckling into his hand, this made Sakura frown, "What's so funny?"

"Oh, nothing... I just thought how cute it is that you actually listen to your senpais..."

Sakura got flustered and began to sputter angrily, "Q-Quiet! I don't respect... well, uh, I m-mean... ugh, never mind. What the heck do we need to do anyway?"

Suo noticed in amusement how Sakura faltered in defeat, then he replied, "Oh nothing... Sugishita-kun and Hiragi-san over-watered one of Umemiya-san's precious tomato plants..."

Sakura blinked.

Eh?

"And... whats the issue?"

Sugishita snapped, grabbing Sakura by the shirt, "It's a big problem dumbass!"

Sakura gritted his teeth in fury, "Who you calling dumbass?! Dumbass!"

Sup calmly separated them and began to run over what they should do, "So... the big issue is... they are a special gift from his -I quote 'Kotoha-chan'"

Now that made sense. Sakura pinched the bridge of his nose... no wonder they dragged him to the roof when Umemiya isn't around.

"Now what should we do?" Sakura asked folding his arms.

"We have to distract Umemiya-san, and make him forget about that plant" Nirei said, sweating buckets throughout their whole conversation. Sakura stumbled in surprise. He really forgot Nirei was actually there...

(Ps. I did, actually... teehee ^w^)

"Oh..." Sakura said blankly, putting two and two together. He turned now, "So good luck... its not my problem anyway"

"Waiiit!" Nirei clung yo his jacket, "You are out grade captain! Dont abandon us pls!!"

"Sakura-kun, we told u the story so... basically you are involved" suo shrugged nonchalantly, Sugishita glared daggers as if he's blackmailing Sakura, "You better help..."

"I could care less!"

Before anyone could pass out any words through their conversation. Sakura heard the door on the rooftop open, Umemiya came.

Oh shit.

"Ah! My cute little underclassmen!" Umemiya rushed towards the group with joy and then without warning ruffling everyone's hairs.

He specifically embaraced Sakura, showing he's a favourite.

"Ahhh! Sakuraaa" a childish cry of bliss came from the leader's lips, as he almost squashed the first year.

Sugishita glared and growled like a rottweiler, Suo claimed he's a jealous puppy further angering him.

"Well, well! What brings you lot to my humble paradise!"

Sakura squirmed out of his grip, grumbling, "Trying to protect that stupid plant of -hmph!"

He forgot... he forgot... Sakura luckily closed his own mouth before digging his own grave... and yet... Umemiya looks like he already got a shovel close to him.

"Hmm..." Umemiya smirked, now flicking his forehead, "Sakura.... When you lie, I can tell that your ear turns red"

He got flustered "I-i do not! I'm not lying!"

Sakura noticed Nirei seemed anxious, Suo with a calm and an unapologetic smile and Sugishita totally ignoring him. They all abandoned him... he was bait after all...

"Oh no~ Sakura-kun," Umemiya sang playfully, suddenly stepping forward with incredible speed, "You shouldn't shift your attention to something irrelevant when your opponent is right in front of you"

Sakura gasped when he felt Umemiya grab his waist instantly. Without realising he was pinned to the wall, he slid down when those fingers made a funny sensation over his sides...

Wait... is this... tickling?

Resist! Resist! Resist damn it! Come on, Haruka! U have to!

Sakura felt his own thoughts fighting the urge to laugh as mad fingers scurried up his ribcage instantly. He struggled and kicked in reflex, surprisingly arching is back like a flexible sprig when Umemiya skillfully tickled his lower ribs.

"G-gah!" A squawk left him. While Suo and the rest awkwardly saw what was happening, the eye patch guy had to comment, "Oh wow... Sakura-kun are you ticklish?"

Umemiya grinned at that, "Oh, he is... how cute, little bro... but be careful. Your big bro is a biiiig tickle monster!"

Sakura suddenly jolted when Umemiya traced his waist beneath the shirt. The tingling sensation on his bare skin was insane. Its perhaps because Sakura never felt tickling before that he actually felt it like something so strong and unbearable.

How embarassing... he's giggling like a four year old.

"Shihihihihit! Hahahaha, whyhehehe whhhyy hahaha??!" Sakura squirmed, now twisting on his stomach, trying to escape.

Why is this man even tickling him?

"Why?" Umemiya grabbed his sides, pulling him closer to him, "Because you are obviously hiding something from me... aaaand... your are too cute!"

"Dahahahahamn ihihiiiiHIHIHIT! NOHO!" Sakura's laughter kicked an octave when Umemiya traced his armpits - not even tickle - just gentle featherlight tickling he never expected to tickle so much!

But...it feels good... it's the first time someone ever touched him so playfully...

Not cruel jabs that sting like poker sticks or burning hits from harsh punches... just mild subtle ticklish jolts like electric shocks.

"Suo, Nirei, can you grab him for a moment?"

Hearing this, Sakura snapped into reality. Huh? Why? Why are they restraining him?

Suo grabbed his wrists up above his head, the warm concrete floor beneath him, giving his wishes before his doomsday, Nireo sitting on his shins... and Umemiya on the side with a wide grin.

"I would've resorted to other easier methods, but I guess you like being tickeld. Eh Sakura?"

Blush, Sakura yelped, "N-no! Obviously not! Ugh, y-you bastard... and -" Sakura turned to the other three."Are you guys ditching me????"

Suo gives a gentle grin, "Sorry, but you are strong enough to handle this unlike us, plus..." Suo gives a teasing scribble under Sakura's armpit, making the latter jolt in surprise, "Umemiya-san said you like it"

Sakura exploded, "I NEVER SAID THAT -AAAH!"

Umemiya launched his tickles instantly before Sakura could express anything. Sakuta couldn't even focus his priorities as multiple spots are being targeted.

"Saakuraaa~, what's the juicy secret you're keeping from me?"

Gosh... the others guys are supposed to be on his side! Did they all deviate from the plot just to mess with Sakura? Unbelievable!

Sakura panicked with a squeak when Umemiya kept lingering around his stomach. He felt a plunging sensation in his gut as Umemiya poked his naval.

"D-Doho nohohot pohohohoke thahahat!" Sakura shrieked, now bucking himself tryinf to shake them off but they all remained resilient.

"Wow, Sakura-san, you really are sensitive" Nirei unconsciously squeezed his kneecaps making it worst despite his feigned innocence.

Sugishita watched with an unreadable expression his face was so judgemental, and Sakura hoped it didn't mean 'cute' to the taller guy.

Suo leaned towards Umemiya now, not even bothering to lower his voice through Sakura's booming laughter, "His armpits seem pretty sensitive too, boss"

It's bad... though Sakura has never been tickled before, his alert senses are tingling mad. Its bad...!

"Oh...?" Umemiya slowly crawled his fingers up the boney ribs and finally into the light muscular armpits, "Here? Is Sakura sensitive under there?"

Squeal. To say Sakura let out such an embarrassing sound was not a lie. He wanted to crawl it yo a rock and die right now for making such an absurd noise like a squeal.

"EEEEEH! NOOO! IHIHIHI GIVE I GIVE HAHAHA SLOHOHOHOW DOHOHOWN!"

"Ehh? Already? Wow, that didn't take long?" Suo teased, and Umemiya winked back, stopping gradually as he persisted, "Tell me, kid~"

"Ahahahahaha ohoohohohok ohohohok! Ihihihits yohohour duhuhuhuhumb plahahahant thehehe ohohone Kohohohotahaha gahahave yahahaha!"

Sakura confessed... all it took was a tickle to his armpits to spill the milk.

Umemiya stopped instantly. Uh oh... all of that may be fun and games but Nirei realised that they were suppose to keep him distracted not make Sakira confess...

Umemiya sigh, scratching the back of his head, "Well I wanted to make Sakura confess about liking to be tickled... I almost forgot why I started this..." he smiled now ruffling Sakura's messed up hair and his still blushing face flowing more red.

"Well im glad you kept your comradeship safe sweet brother" Umemiya grinned.

Sakura blushed to the tips of his ears, huffing, "Not like I did anythjnf but be a victim..."

It was all OK...

"So... what's this about my plant?"

Or... It wasn't

"Did I hear you say it was Kotoha's plant?" Umemiya's smile darkened, sweet to bitter ...its bad now.

Sakura gulped but suo being the rescuer instantly grabbed everyone and scurried away before the leader of Borfurin could catch up.

Sakura couldn't say he hated his day but he really wondered what happened to the tomato plant Hiragi said he was gonna replace...

No one will know the depths Hajime Umemiya would go to cherish what Kotoha gave him.

Sakura shivered... a bigger tickle monster is lurking inside the leader.

The end was rushed, ik! Ik! It came too cute, too, so the plot was messy! Sorryyyyy my badddd also don't blame me! It's so late, and I'm hyper from caffeine! Byeee

[crystallinecardinal]

Not sure if people have said this before (it’s probably common knowledge at this point and I’m just slow) but I JUST REALIZED.

AeroArtwork, at 07:40:12 in the Prismathon stream of UTY: “Uh, there’s still a little, uhm, secret here that I haven’t seen anybody— uh— figure out yet. Uhm— This monitor right here, uh, the image on there actually has a bit of a— a secret on it. It’s not a huge secret or anything, but a couple of things of connections I haven’t seen people put together on it yet.”

And then, after being asked if it’s a reference to the Microsoft hill background, just with a cave ceiling: “It’s not that it’s just a cave roof, uh, keep in mind considering how long the Steamworks has been going on for, and how old the place is. Wonder what that background’s based off of.”

For context, this is the monitor this whole thing is based on:

I have been way too into timelining UTY for a little while now, and realized— This is the Meadow.

It lines up timeline-wise, as according to Ceroba’s dialogue about Chujin and his garden, The Meadow became the Dunes as Chujin’s health deteriorated. Which means, the Meadow HAD to still be around when Chujin was working for the Steamworks, as that was before his health started to deteriorate.

Anyway. Tldr I just realized this and had to yap

EDIT: after seeing some of the reblogs on this post, please disregard the above bit about Chujin’s health! It’s probably Ceroba making a comparison due to her “it’s similar” comment directly after. I missed this when making my post originally.

THAT BEING SAID, this background of the Meadow on the monitor (which was also confirmed, see reblogs for the clip) can still line up timeline-wise! It just comes from a different quote, talking about how the apple trees outside the Steamworks are blooming, said by one of the robots.

Thanks to @violet111reblog and @guns-blazing for their reblogs, PLEASE READ THEM IF YOU WANT MORE INFO!! They attached the quotes and went into it with a lot more depth. I’m still trying to remember all my lore after not being as involved with UTY for a bit. :)

[kandisheek]

FIC REC WEEK 43 – ENEMIES TO LOVERS

(First Impressions Are) A Work in Progress by ras_elased

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: M Words: 15,195 Tags: Metaphorical Pigtail-Pulling, Getting Together, Wholesome Steve

Summary: Tony has a point system for the times he can get Steve to be less than perfect.

Reasons why I love it: To me, this fic is one of the corner stones of the Stony fandom. It's one of the first fics that got me into this pairing, so it holds a very special place in my heart. I can quote parts of it from memory, it's that good. So if you haven't read it yet, do yourself a favor and get right on it. I promise you'll love it just as much as I do.

Citation Needed by elwenyere, FestiveFerret

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: M Words: 30,570 Tags: College AU, Professors Steve and Tony, History Mystery

Summary: Historian Tony Stark has one year to get his book about WWII weapons technology under contract before he goes up for Full Professor at Stanley College. There's only one chapter left to finish, which is supposed to explain Peggy Carter's involvement with something called "Project Rebirth," but there are two problems: his trail of evidence goes cold every time he encounters references to an enigmatic soldier named Steven Rogers, and his stress levels shoot through the roof every time he runs into the endlessly frustrating new hire in Fine Arts, Dr. Grant.

Reasons why I love it: I was following along as this story was posted, and each new update was the highlight of week, every time. The plot is so intricate and well thought out that it feels almost like a murder mystery, and I absolutely adore the ending. This fic is incredible, and you should definitely read it, if you haven't already!

the girl with the modern face by isozyme

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 26,881 Tags: Crossdressing, Internalized Homophobia, Lingerie

Summary: “Nice to meet you.  I’m Steve Rogers,” Steve said, sticking his hand out and trying to wrestle the interaction back into something normal. “I know, sweetheart,” Tony said, ignoring his hand.  “Rescue told me all about you.” “Did you make her?” Steve asked.  It had been implied that Tony was a tech-man, and she said he was her boss.  It would fit together. “Yes, the armor, that was me; she’s my bodyguard,” Tony said archly.  “Impressed?” The only good thing about the future is Tony Stark's bodyguard, Rescue. She's beautiful in her red and gold armor, and Steve will never know who she is.

Reasons why I love it: As always, isozyme's grasp on the prejudices Steve might have due to his background is impeccable. Also, Tony crossdressing as Rescue is such a kickass concept that I wish I'd thought of it myself. The characterizations and dialogues are perfect all the way through, and I especially love the character development in Steve. This fic is one of my favorites, so I really hope you give it a shot!

[wheelsgoroundincircles]

Oldsmobile’s Experimental ’66 Toronado Station Wagon

What if Oldsmobile produced a Toronado station wagon? General Motors was intrigued enough by the idea to build a prototype or two.

It’s only natural that General Motors and its Oldsmobile division would seek out additional applications for the advanced front-wheel drive unit designed for the 1966 Toronado. Known internally at GM as the Unitized Power Package or UPP, the powertrain module was a tidy, versatile package, and surely a bundle had been invested in its development. The next application following the Toronado, of course, was the 1967 Cadillac Eldorado. And since one great benefit of the UPP front-drive system was that it allowed a low, flat floor, another use that easily came to mind was a station wagon.

By March of 1966, the GM design had a full-sized studio model ready for display at the Tech Center’s styling court (above). As we can see, this was essentially a European-style shooting brake adaptation of the production Toronado coupe. Sporty, yes, but the two-door wagon didn’t offer much more in the way of useful interior volume over the standard Toronado.

Taking a more practical approach, GM built a full-sized, four-door wagon prototype using the Toronado drive unit and front-end sheet metal. But at the time, Oldsmobile didn’t offer a full-size wagon—its largest wagon was the Vista Cruiser, based on a stretched  A-body intermediate platform. So a Pontiac full-sized wagon body shell, from the firewall back, was merged with the Toronado front clip. As the photos show, the Olds/Pontiac mashup was more of a basic proof-of-concept rather than a finished prototype. The tail lamps fit oddly and the front and rear wheel openings don’t match at all.

Leading automotive historian Michael Lamm, writing in the late, great magazine Special Interest Autos (July-Aug 1978) reported that in fact, several of these experimental front-drive wagons were constructed. Mr. Lamm also noted that GM styling vice president Bill Mitchell raved about the flat, unobtructed floors, and he included this awesome Mitchell quote: “With the tailgate down, you could run a motorscooter into it.”  But as we now know, the front-drive, Toronado-derived station wagon was never sent into production—though the UPP was later used to power the 1973-78 GMC Motor Home.

There was another Toronado station wagon, not that Oldsmobile had any direct involvement. In 1968-70, American Quality Coach of Blytheville, Arkansas produced the AQC Jetway 707 airport limousine. A Toronado with its wheelbase extended five and a half feet, it sported tandem rear axles, five doors per side, and a Vista Cruiser-ish station wagon roof. Somewhere between 52 and 150 of these behemoths were reportedly built, various sources say, and a number of them are still around.

1968-70, American Quality Coach

[betabravo]

Snippet: Homeroom Miruko x Red Flag (Deus MHA AU) Part 6

(UA Staff chatroom)

Caerbannog: @Everybody Bakugou Katsuki should NOT be allowed to enroll into any hero school. Ever.

RatOverlord: So he isn’t secretly good at manipulating the staff into giving him glowing reviews?

NightOwl: Nezu, don’t scare away our new staff before the school year has started.

NightOwl: Miruko, deets. Now.

Momnight: Hey that’s my line! Where did you learn to talk like that?

NightOwl: You, Midnight.

Momnight: Understandable, please continue.

Caerbannog: Well, the tldr version is that I was walking towards the school, chilling while eating my icecream, when I just hear an explosion and see a blackened notebook fly out the window.

Caerbannog: And lo and behold, I hear a kid ranting about a quirkless kid for even daring to apply to UA like him. (No prizes for guessing who the 2 kids in question are.)

NightOwl: Sounds like a problem child already.

Caerbannog: And I hear the most fucked up thing from the Katsuki kid. And this is a quote that I’m typing with such anger that I’m surprised the phone screen isn’t cracked.

RatOverlord: You can thank Power Loader for the modifications to our hardware and software, but please continue.

Caerbannog: “If you want a Quirk so badly, I got an idea. Just dive off the roof and pray for a Quirk in your next life.”

Caerbannog: He’s basically everything the Table hates with a passion. Not sure if I dislike Endeavor or this bully more.

RatOverlord: … All who agree to help perform an unpleasantness, say aye.

NightOwl: Aye, I’ll help Miruko gather info about him and the school.

Momnight: Aye, need help to detain (read: abduct) someone, u know how to reach me.

Alucard: Aye, I’ll check online for others in the area with weak or villainous Quirks that have faced discrimination from him or the school.

Bunshin: Aye.

KingBumi: Aye.

Exosuit: Aye, I’ll hack their servers n see what dirt I can dig up.

Macarena: Aye, I’ll keep an ear out during my radio show for such stories that’re submitted, get the word out.

Mercy: Aye.

SPACE!: Aye.

BigGoodDoggo: @RatOverlord If they get in, I want Midoriya to have a session with me. Preferably immediately after orientation. Please let your class attend @NightOwl, at least let them know I’m here before giving the kid (and any others like him) trauma. Also aye.

ShokuKing: Aye, I’ll make bento boxes for all your stakeouts. Miruko gets extra carrot soup and Eraser gets stronger coffee.

NightOwl: There’s stronger coffee? And no one told me!?

Cowboy: Can’t I just shoot him? Aye.

RatOverlord: @BigGoodDoggo Granted. @NightOwl Consider this an order, attend orientation with your FULL class of 20 students. Your expulsion scare can come after. @Cowboy Snipe, no.

Cowboy: Snipe, YES!

RatOverlord: At least let me make a plan to hide our involvement first.

Caerbannog:…

NightOwl: And we’ve scared her off. Great.

Caerbannog: You guys are the BEST! Where have yall been all my life!? I’m so in!

NightOwl: Nevermind, this is worse.

onePUNCH!: What is going on with this chat group.

Mercy: Word of advice All Might. If you can't beat them, join them.

Mercy: Welcome to hell, fellow demon. We like to have fun here.

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First/Last/Next

And here's part 6, in a chat fic format. And now Deus's Red Flag AU has the original idea where Katsuki's red flags are shown and the consequences that occur.

I had fun thinking about the nicknames everyone can use in the chat.

I'm up for suggestions for how the other teachers can help bring Katsuki and Aldera down.

[tarotchariotpickyourcard]

PAC: Single as a Pringle looking 4 love

You asked for it, you got it. Can’t guarantee how helpful this will be, but let me give it a go. I like pringles, but wow the price for those things have gone through the roof over my way.

Today, I need you to get in a quiet space for a second, take a breather. I want you to focus and concentrate. Think about anything in your past romance wise. Whether there has been something, or nothing. How does it make you feel? What does it make you want?

Now, 3 choices. From left to right: 1 - The magician. 2 - 8 of wands. 3 - Ace of cups.

Choose however you see fit.

Note before we begin. The energy in general has me thinking there’s a need to be a little more focused on what the single pringles here want. 

GROUP 1 - THE MAGICIAN

First impressions: Embarrassment. Hiding under a shell. Feeling the need to stop before even starting. Sadness. Needing comfort.

So first we have Let your friends help you. Ask for and accept support from others.

There’s a few ways this card can play out in my opinion.

Firstly, the obvious. If you want to get out in the dating game, or at least see if you think anyone is your cup of tea, see if there’s some social outings that you can hop on. To get involved with anything or anyone, you need to be seen. So if you’re not the type who’s comfortable going out on their own, existing connections could help. It happens fairly often that a couple meets for the first time through mutual friends. It would also help to know that as a result, they may already share similar taste, likes, dislikes or values. Ps. It doesn’t have to be a bestie that you socialize with, it can be a co worker you get along with, or family, or a club.

Secondly, this actually has me thinking that you might feel a bit stuck as friend material. If that is the case for anyone, I really want to remind you that friendship is so crucial. It can be the strong foundation that makes a relationship last.

Thirdly, get talking about your desire for a partner. I initially felt a sense of embarrassment, so this makes me wonder about worrying about looking or sounding a certain way just because you want what everyone wants: love.

Reconciliation. Someone from your past is returning to your life.

There are sooooo many ways this can play out in my head. So many scenarios.

I wonder, if you connected with anyone very soon, would that just be a rebound? Is there someone that you miss, or feel didn’t connect with you the way you wanted. 

Seek solace in friends (online or otherwise) or loved ones. Get the comfort you need, from the ones here and now that care. Tell them. Tell them what is weighing on your chest. 

Rest and reconsider. Some quotes: “You’re tired, and sometimes, you just want to give up. You may have been disappointed and hurt in the past. Know that those past sorrows have made you stronger. This is a good time to briefly step away from any conflict or issues about love. Rest and reconsider your methods.”

The figure on the card looks like a very adventurous person. I feel that you’re a very strong person, and you’re the kind that stands up for others. I wonder if some here tends to put their all in relationships, and sometimes receives a whole lotta nothin’. If this is the case, now is the time to put the bookmark at this page, take a stretching break (ie. do something fun, yourself, or with platonic connections) and come back to it with a fresh mind. Especially if there’s someone you’ve been missing.

If there is an ex who wants to show their face, it might be best to not get right into things again with them. Have a think to yourself first, and watch for getting involved in an argument quickly. It might help to also write or type down a letter that explains all your issues or complaints about a person or situation, and burn it/bin it/delete it straight away.

For those with no previous interest such as that, I feel that you need to relax and consider what you’re looking for exactly, and communicate a little of that with people you can talk to. Ask yourself, what do you expect from another person as well. What kind of effort do they put in? What values would they need. 

Choose your battles. I really feel especially now that you guys put so much effort in for others, or stand up for people, and the things you believe in sometimes to your own detriment. If you get with someone, it needs to be a ride or die. No half ways.

If anyone disappointed you in the past, I want you to know they didn’t have the METAL to be that person for you. I’m talking about this whether this was someone you were just chatting to and maybe they ghosted or whatever, or the person that left you high and dry after a year.

You have so much to give, and it just reminds me of the big question: How much is that person or relationship worth of yourself? Or is it not worth an ounce of your energy.

I get the idea that people have judged you or looked down on you. Maybe even love interests themselves. I’m not having it. You’re cool. I mean that sincerely. Those people are too busy trying to look a certain way. Never be ashamed of wanting love, real connection. Always stand as yourself and say this is me, take it or leave it.

If they still want to place themselves as higher than you, it’s honestly their loss. I mean that.

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GROUP 2 - 8 OF WANDS

First impressions: Very decisive. Find it hard to talk? Something about the voice. Maybe not so open as others.

So this whole layout gives me the scenario of past romantic connections that may have potentially been a little obsessive, intense. Past life relationship might mean that some of you could have gone through a very karmic, very memorable connection that traced a lesson for you to go over again. This is very spiritually connected. I want to inform you that just because a relationship may be karmic or spiritual in some way, it doesn’t mean it’s the one, or the best. A lot of these connections can be really tough, even hurtful.

There’s a connection also between seeing dynamics of relationships in the family such, as how your parents treated each other and how you expect to treat or be treated.

I see self esteem issues here that may have been taken advantage of.

Oh, there are so many aspects to it. It is a web that you must trail. But it is so worth it for you. You must look at yourself, really, look. Look at your childhood. Look at what you saw of love growing up. I see a disparity. There is this genuine, true connection of the heart that you desire so much. So deeply, yet, anything that has come your way I would describe it as a mockery to your heart.

But it is only a reflection.

If you are spiritually inclined, may I ask that you not focus on finding whether someone has a past life, spiritual connection. It can mean anything, and it could be useful, or useless to you.

You are the most joyous thing of all. It might be helpful for you to do a past life reading, recall, guided meditation or journaling of some kind. To get a gauge of your specific situation or patterns. In this regard, it might be that there could have been a lifetime with control issues in love, lack of integrity, or lack of heart to heart connection. It seems to achieve the wonderful and true relationship that you want here and now, the most genuine connection. There is some inner work to do. And that’s actually a great thing! Because you will know the difference between fake and real.

There is a need to feel desired or wanted, so you might want to look at why you focus so much on that. Have you ever accepted someone's affections without a thought, just because it was affection/interest? 

The cards advise today instead of looking outwards on why you are single right now, look inwards on matters of self esteem, control and how they connect for you.

What does a harmonious, balanced relationship look like to you? What does that mean on values and behaviors of a person? How do their actions align?

…How do yours?

Are you being honorable, just the way you might want another to be? This isn’t to judge. 

If you look at what you might be mirroring out, you might get a bit of a laugh. Things reflect in some interesting ways.

You’re more powerful than you think, as well. There is no meek one and strong one in a relationship of any kind. There is no higher or lower. There are no real separate goals. Only shared or supported.

I also see the need to protect your heart but at a cost. How can truly connect with a closed heart? What is there for anyone to see when it’s guarded so strongly? There seems to be themes of control and vulnerability inwardly and outwardly. This could come out in ways such as not wanting to be rejected, so you reject first.

I want you to know that however hard some of this might seem, this is a journey that is very worthy. You will reap rewards of your inner love and work.

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GROUP 3 - ACE OF CUPS

First impressions: Some progress here. Stuttering. Nervousness. A little surprise is coming. Anticipation. Distraction. Pausing and returning. (Perhaps a few here might have one of those on/off situations with someone). A situation could be tiring right now.

Are you already talking to someone in particular? If not, I wonder if you’ll be connecting soon.

Getting to know eachother - As you reveal your innermost selves to each other, your bond deepens.

If there is someone now, or soon, there’s a connection to childhood.  Either they have had an interesting childhood, a troubled/poor one, or you could have met even just once during it. I Feel like it’s a sign as well, when you connect more deeply with this person who’s due for you, talk of childhood will be brought up because they may feel more open or vulnerable with you which is a positive sign. This new information may confirm something for you, or it may help you understand why they say or do a certain thing. This might even literally be “Hey, I don’t tell people straight away but I’m a single parent, I have a child”

There is a lovely connection available here now or on it’s way I believe. Someone’s friends have a lot to say which amuses me. I feel like this is one of those where the person has a friend or 2 reading messages over their shoulder.

This looks like it is or will be the seeing each other kind of stage, where options are still open. I feel strongly I need to say to be clear about intentions. So if you are playing the field so to speak, let it be known. If you’re looking for fun or they are, let it be known. Make sure you know the same for them. It doesn’t have to be serious like it might sound here lol. If you wonder if you should see each other exclusively, let it be known in a timing that you believe is best. Be clear on expectations so that waters don’t get muddied. (Like a ross and rachel thing, were they on a break? I don’t know.)

If you’ve found things have fallen through after a bit of talking with people, this might be advice to communicate a bit more clearly instead of trying to guess what they want or hoping that they get the message subtly about what you want. We all know, no one is THAT psychic, so let’s make it a bit easier for ourselves. Plus, we love an honest and upfront person.

If you need to put your foot down after some game playing, as well, do that if you feel it’s time, and you’re bored now.

I really feel like something will be putting you in a chipper mood soon. Weirdly, to attract more romance, joy and fun, I see to connect to your inner child. If you have a child, play more with them too. It would amuse me if you met someone who also had a kid at the playground locally.

There is going to be someone who you don’t even have to speak with to connect. You will be able to look in their eyes and that will be more than enough for you.

I’m excited for you. Let yourself have fun here. Get in the vibe, play the romantic music. Get really savvy on what you expect from a partner, or suitor. Get really clear and ready to go.

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Well that turned out differently than I thought.

[adamwatchesmovies]

Anatomy of a Fall (2023)

Of all the legal thrillers I’ve seen, Anatomy of a Fall feels the most genuine and relatable. While there are big revelations about the people involved and technically, they come suddenly, this isn’t a story of accidental confessions, surprise witnesses, or even earth-shattering pieces of evidence. Something happened while there were no witnesses present. The court must decide whether a crime was committed or not based on the evidence. That's it. In the process, the film peels back layers to reveal the truth and half-truths that comprise relationships.

Sandra Voyter (Sandra Hüller) is woken from a nap by her son, Daniel (Milo Machado-Graner). Her husband (his father), Samuel Maleski (Samuel Theis), has fallen from their roof and died. She insists it must have been an accident - he was working on the roof when she went to sleep. The authorities are not convinced and she is indicted on charges of murder.

There’s a particular line in the film that summarizes what a nightmare this situation is. It's something like “What you hear, it’s just a small part of the whole”. As we're presented with testimonies from experts and people who knew Samuel, as more evidence is brought forth, we're given a version of Sandra and Samuel's relationship. In a way, it’s not even Sandra who’s on trial; it’s her marriage. If she and her husband fought a lot, if someone was unfaithful, if someone was planning on leaving, then it probably means Sandra killed him. It’s not even if the whole relationship was bad; it’s if it was bad recently. We're not talking about "a rough patch" or something they could've overcome. This fragment is now the whole.

In a way, the trial is a matter of life and death. The jury is deliberating whether Sandra killed her husband. It’s also about an intimate subject you could call mundane in the grand scheme of things: two people’s marriage. Drawing a conclusion from the snippets presented is an unfair way to judge their relationship but it’s also the best way to see what it was like because you get the “highlight reel”. By the time this film is over, you feel like you know these people so well that they're no longer characters in a film. Then, you remember that quote from earlier and you second-guess everything. Do you really know? That sentiment is amplified by the revelations that come up during the trial. They’re not the sort of bombshells you’re used to seeing in these legal dramas, but they’re just as earth-shattering and revelatory.

The film is as absorbing as it is because of the excellent script by Justine Triet (who also directs) and Arthur Harari and the performances. There are so many character moments in Anatomy of a Fall that I see it as the kind of film you would come back to in the future, despite so much of the suspense coming from the uncertainty of the final verdict. Even some of the minor characters I keep thinking back to, like the two forensic analysts who bring to the stand completely different interpretations of three drops of blood found outside. It makes you wonder if they - despite having no investment in this narrative whatsoever - somehow made up their minds about the case anyway and brought in their biases. Why else would they be so combative? Many characters are deliberately unlikable, but not in a way that makes them villains. Wait. Did I dislike them because of who they really are, or because of the way I perceived them based on the evidence presented? hmm.

Anatomy of a Fall is a film of complex emotions. There are so many details in the case, the way the characters behave or relate to each other that you forget everything else around you. The performances are excellent, as is the script. You've never been put on trial for murder before but you'll know what it must feel like once the end credits roll. (March 27, 2024)

[verydistractedveryconfused]

A few days ago I finished watching the skybound season, and the thought of the ninja using social media is so funny to me because they're just so chaotic that the thought of then browsing or posting things males me laugh

So I made a list of what each character likes and posts about on social media, and which one they use

- Kai

- he uses Twitter the most (total addict)

- mostly posts about his day or "cool" quotes

- posting something about 15 times a day

- real popular, any time he posts the likes go through the roof

- Zane

- Facebook

- You cannot tell me that he doesn't post his friends greatest achievements on Facebook so everybody can see how proud he is

- long posts

- is in multiple book and knitting groups

- he once received one of those "send these message to 10 people you follow or something bad will happen to you " and he believed it (took a while to calm him down)

- Jay

- I like to think he has a Tumblr account

- His posts consist mainly of Starfarer quotes, memes, and his very own headcanons

- he's a very dedicated fan

(he could also very possible have an AO3 account where he posts fanfiction, no one knows about either of them)

- Nya

- not much of a social media person

- but she does have Snapchat

- getting a message from her usually involves a funny picture (close up of her face, weird face expresiones, a rude hand gesture 😂, etc.)

- Cole

- Instagram

- likes to post pictures of sunsets and food

- likes post about food, desserts, music, dancing, some memes

- follows some recipes and posts his own results of said recipe

- Lloyd

- he is absolutely and 100% a Tik Tok person

- he mostly just browses, rarely posts at all

- loves cat videos

- gets kinda sad when he sees other teenagers having the time of their lives and being normal

[ominist]

BITTER REWARD

--- Part 5: Deserving ✧ (MINORS DNI, RATED 18+)

Pairings- Dark!Sebastian Sallow x F!Auror!Reader x Auror!Ominis Gaunt  Summary- Sebastian escapes from Azkaban after 8 years. The Ministry were on high alert and searching for the escaped fugitive. Newspapers and flyers spread with the danger that could come within encounter. Sebastian Sallow’s face was plastered all over public and communal areas of the Ministry. After working for the Ministry for years, MC and Ominis Gaunt were cut off from the search. The Ministry’s numbers as of late were short due to ongoing violent events and kidnappings. Both aurors were denied any involvement due to conflict of interest.  They were secretly put under a watchful eye in case the fugitive decided to reach out to one of his old friends. After 2 weeks, the search proved fruitless. It was almost as if the man had disappeared into thin air.  Due to lack of resources, the search and security lessened when it came to Sallow. This was, quote, only a temporary decision until something new came up.This was exactly what Sebastian Sallow was hoping for. After a watchful eye and a calculated risk, he bids his time before cornering you. As painful as it was, waiting a little longer would prove to be rewarding.  Warnings- 18+, language, trauma, depression, angst, aged up characters, explicit content. Word Count-  7,276 Words Author’s Notes- *MINORS DNI* This is the last part of the series. It has been great. Thank you for reading, please leave a comment!

Writing Masterlist -- Part 4: Saving -- THE END

3 Years Later..

The landscape was filled with an expanse of whiteness. There was a wide clearance from the trees that surrounded the mountains. There was a town in view from the hill. It was small and it breathed of life. The dark colors of the buildings contrasted heavily against the deep snow. Dark from coal and smoke. It was not snowing but the sky was sunless. It was no later than 3pm on a Sunday. But the sky was spread in a vast blanket of pale grey ink and starless. 

MC treaded through the snow, her boots pushing through. The ends of her long cloak dragged behind her as the snow reached her knees. Her scarf hid her face from view, keeping her warm against the frost. She kept walking until she reached the edge of the town. Her eyes were hesitant and watchful. A stranger appearing in such an intimate and isolated town was bound to draw attention. 

She hid her gloved hands inside her cloak and her eyes searched for him. 

And when her eyes landed on a man standing a distance away with his back to her.. She stopped breathing. She recognized those shoulders and that posture. 

Sebastian wore a long dark cloak and black boots. His brown hair was covered in light snow, as he stood under the roof of a Woodwork shop. He was bent over talking to another man, the other man had dark grey hair and was a head shorter than Sebastian. The shorter man was sorting out the piles of wood outside of the building and he was the one that noticed the mysterious woman walking towards them.

Sebastian turned to face her, knowing well who it was. His dark eyes met hers, and he kept staring as she walked closer. 

Sebastian had waited for her arrival. And now that she was there.. He felt his insides ache and skin shiver at the sight. The shorter man walked into his shop and Sebastian walked through the snow to reach her. They both walked towards each other until they were at a safe distance. Sebastian did not say a word, and he only watched her. His eyes searched hers, seeing so much but so little. After 3 years, she was still a mystery to him. 

“MC,” His voice sounded deep as he addressed her.

“Sebastian, how are you?” MC’s voice could not hide her hesitation and doubt. 

Sebastian gestured to his surroundings as he looked at her. His arms raised and he gave her a smile. One she could not read. 

“Well, I am alive and well. This is a quiet place as of later. So I will probably need to find somewhere else to keep myself occupied,” He said. 

MC gazed into his eyes, trying to truly understand the meaning behind his words. It became obvious that they were both acting civil despite how nervous they were. They were both holding back from the things they really wanted to mention.

“You fit right in,” She told him quietly. 

With the snowflakes in his hair, and his dark clothes against the snow.. MC couldn’t help but notice the permanent rosy cheeks of his while he stood outside in the snow. His freckles appeared soft. He looked much healthier than she last saw him. And it made her relieved. 

Sebastian didn’t respond right away, but after a moment of silence he looked over his shoulder and then back to her. “Shall we? I know you love butter beer. But we do not have any of that here.”

MC stepped closer until they were walking next to each other. 

… *… * …

The night MC had left Sebastian in Sloan’s care, she was found in an empty and cold alley.She was found in a town in the outskirts of London. A local reported it to the Ministry, and she was soon identified. 

When she was discharged from St. Mungo’s, she was disoriented and disheveled. The Ministry found her in the same clothes they last saw her in the night before. She was covered in snow and nothing on her person. 

The moment the Ministry realized that the escaped prisoner Sebastian Sallow had somehow escaped the country successfully, the case was moved to top priority. MC was not allowed to leave the Ministry for 2 days. She was constantly woken and moved to the interrogation room by no other than Aurors Robert Fawley and Stephen McNulty.

It was too much of a coincidence that their escaped prisoner had left the country around the same time she was found with her memories wiped. But they did not find any useful or incriminating information from her.

MC could not remember the last time she last stayed in her parent’s home. And she was soon sitting in her childhood room, with her old furniture and belongings. The room was used for storage and the boxes were soon moved out. The familiarity of a previous life grounded her as she stayed under her parent’s roof. Her parents looked after her intensively for a couple of weeks.

Her father was extremely careful and protective over his eldest daughter. A healer at St. Mungo’s, he took the responsibility himself. And for some odd reason, he never questioned her about her forgotten memories. Her father knew her well and he feared that the truth behind her obliviated state would impact her gravely. Her mother was reluctant to let MC’s current state be the reason why she would be laid off from the Auror Department. Her mother used her high rank in the Department of Magical Cooperation and rallied for her daughter. 

It left MC’s job position in limbo. She was back to being temporarily removed from her position. And she did not know whether she preferred being let go of her job all together.  

Autumn soon turned into Winter.

She could not remember much of those first stressful and confining couple of months. All she could focus on was the different sweaters she wore and what days she would wear them through out the week. The frost started to appear on the windows. She started to notice the snow pile outside of her apartment building. 

More examinations. Questionings. Holidays. Friends.

Ominis remembered his own memories almost the day after Sebastian escaped the country. He was empathetic to MC’s state, because he too had suffered the same circumstance. And he felt as if she too had been obliviated by the same person. His visits were expected at the end of every week.

Natty and Poppy took turns staying with MC in her apartment event if it was for a couple of days. They had made some unannounced agreement, and MC was sharing her home with one of the two for months. And she didn’t know whether she appreciated the company or dreaded it. 

And the only person that seemed to keep their distance, was Anne. MC found herself wondering if she had a falling out with Anne that she did could remember. Anne wrote back, but her letters did not feel the same. Anne was distant and almost reluctant to respond to her. 

And that alone was disheartening to her. 

But little did MC know that Anne was being careful, for her safety. Anne never told MC what happened that night. Anne had burned the letter at her request, but MC remained unaware. Anne kept her distance as MC remained heavily watched, monitored, and interrogated. Anne feared that MC would remember her memories and that she would be detained. Anne kept her letters short, and she refused to write about anything that would trigger MC to remember anything that had occurred the night. 

Then Spring. 

The frost melted and the pavements were always wet. MC emptied out most of her home, removing items and clothes that served her no purpose. 

The rain and fog returned. More break-ins in the neighboring streets. Poppy’s wedding. 

MC remembered wearing a dress that day and watching her dearest friend smiling. The memory of seeing Poppy walking down the aisle arm in arm with Garreth was one she would never forget. The sight felt foreign and almost like a dream. MC saw many of her old classmates from Hogwarts that day. Many who approached her and tried to hold a conversation with her. But given her recent state of mind during that time, she did not seem interested. And many seemed to be confused by her easily distracted gaze. 

As the months passed, she kept attending her monthly check-ins at the hospital. Her well being was monitored and the Ministry continued to inquire about her memories. An Auror would request to question her every couple of weeks, exhausting the amount of questions they could possibly come up with. The Auror sent to question her, was the quiet and stoic Jude Layton.

The last time MC had seen her co-worker was the day her superiors told her about Sebastian’s escape from Azkaban. She didn’t remember Jude saying a single word during that meeting. That rainy and confining morning seemed like a whole life time ago. 

A while later, MC came to learn that Jude Layton was given her office. And he was now the one sharing the office with her comrade Jeremy Hampton.

Then, one more interrogation. She was examined and forced to be questioned under the influence of Veritaserum.

Again, nothing came out to be valuable for the Auror Department. MC had not recovered her memories, regardless how long it has been. The longer time passed, the more stagnant her life became. Normally, she would have been obsessed with unraveling the truth. But something kept her from doing so.

Her intuition was the only aspect that seemed to provide direction in that confusing time. Her intuition told her to slow down, and not to find the answers she was desperate for. 

It told her to remove herself from the Ministry all together. 

It made her feel wrong for belonging in such a thankless and guide-less occupation.

These thoughts confused her. But she knew that those couple of hours that she could not remember.. Were keeping her out of trouble. No matter what she failed to obtain, she became less hurried and desolate. 

And eventually, she considered quitting her job as an Auror. She did not know why, but again her intuition was urging her to remove herself from the Ministry completely. 

She felt as if the blank slate she was given was the opportunity to start over. 

When a year since that night roamed closer, MC decided to submit her letter of resignation to the Auror Department.

And she started to resume her research for Anne’s permanent cure when the watch they had over her lessened. 

… *… * …

The Present..

The building was small, and narrow. But it was not crowded. The curtains covered the windows and the floating candles gave the pub a soft and intimate glow. Sebastian sat at the counter and MC followed. She took off her scarf and her gloves. 

Sebastian noticed the stool she was about to sit on, and he stopped her. He gave her his own seat and he took the next one. MC took the seat he gave her without question. But she looked down at the stool she was about to sit on with curiosity. 

“This is the nicest pub compared to the other two. A little more expensive too,” Sebastian told her, drawing her attention away from the the stool. 

MC sat next to him for a moment, and she felt the air fill with some certain tension. As if there was a lot to say, but they refused to speak about it just yet. They sat at the counter in a moment in silence. 

As they made small talk, they were being overly polite and cautious around the other. Before things became pressured, a man no older than thirty came down the stairs. The man came to stand behind the counter and he spoke to Sebastian. The man’s dark eyes gazed at MC with a curious but stern expression. She was an outsider, that was clear. But the way he spoke to Sebastian, it was almost as if he suspected her to be someone special to him. 

MC didn’t understand the language and she remained quiet. The man eventually looked calmer and he started to pull out some drinks. 

MC accepted a bottle of ale, one created by a local brewer. And Sebastian took a tankard. 

The bartender remained idly by, and he cleaned the counters. MC noticed that the bartender had called Sebastian by a different name when they spoke. His real name was never mentioned, which was not surprising. 

“I go by a different name,” He explained to her. “A nickname. Freckled Face.” 

MC smiled at the sound of that. Her eyes moved to his face and she could see his freckles. But not just that, she could see how freshly shaven Sebastian currently appeared. She could see the smooth skin of his jaw. He had shaved recently. 

MC glanced around, looking at the few men inside of the pub. Every single man in this town had a beard. Given the climate and severe weather, it was only common. Before she could dwell on the detail she noticed, her eyes stopped. 

Her eyes landed on three men near the back of the pub. They were hidden by the shadow of a hallway. One handed a small jar with questionable contents to the second. And the third handed the first man a pouch that clinked.  

MC’s instincts were screaming at the sight. Her eyes were set, but her expression grew calm as the men left out the back door. Moments like these, she had to remind herself.. She was no longer an Auror. 

Sebastian leaned towards her, and his whisper was quiet enough for her to hear. 

“Small town business,” Sebastian started to explain quietly to her. “The dark arts.. It is quite common here.” 

She listened to his words and she nodded in acceptance. Her eyes gazed at the tables near the windows and she could see the many empty bottles that were not cleaned up from the previous night. Her own fingers moved over the bottle in her hands, feeling the glass. 

“Tell me, how is Anne? And Ominis? Are they holding up alright?” Sebastian asked, changing the subject. 

“Anne is doing very well actually. She opened her shop in London. She.. Is the happiest she ever been.”

It took her a moment to continue. Her eyes gazed out the window and her voice grew quiet. 

“In her eyes, she is fully cured. As long as I am able to hold her current state indefinite.. She will continue to live her life at the fullest.”

MC was being more honest than intended. She had not been able to talk to anyone this openly. But she knew Sebastian deserved to know more about his sister. Sebastian let her words process into his mind. He noticed her tone and her choice of words.

“And Ominis, well let’s just say we haven’t talked in a while. I assume he is still working and busy as usual.”

Sebastian shifted in his seat. Her answers only made him think of more questions. 

“How is your job treating you? I reckon you would be the head of the department by now,” Sebastian asked. He had been wanting to touch the subject, that was clear to her. 

MC gripped the bottle tightly and she sighed. She took a sip from the ale before she answered. She felt the pit of her stomach somewhat grow uncomfortable. Her former employment was still a sensitive topic.

“Well, my job is non-existent at the moment. I quit almost two years ago,” She told him quietly. 

MC’s thoughts took her to the ghost of her previous instincts that resurfaced moments ago. The fact that she happened to see illegal trades occur around her when she was no longer someone of authority was something she was still getting used to. Not as if she would be able to do anything about it, she was in a complete different country. 

“You quit?”

MC nodded curtly and she turned to face him. 

“Yeah, they kind of.. Kept me on a tight leash for a year. I was still under their watch until quite recently,” She told him. 

A sad smile appeared on her face and she drank more of her ale. Sebastian was in complete disbelief at the news. He clearly never anticipated to ever hear about her job loss. Not when being an Auror seemed to matter a lot to her. MC was one of the fairest and most middle grounded people he knew. Her moral compass was unique, and she was not easily controlled. She never conformed with the norms. 

“I.. I never thought I would hear you say that,” He admitted. 

The silence settled between them once more. MC requested for a second drink. She did not seem to notice whether the ale was strong or good. She did not drink ale often. And she felt Sebastian’s eyes on her constantly. He noticed how the topic bothered her, so he asked another question.

“How have you occupied your time then? I can already see you going rogue,” His tone was light, he tried to lift the mood. 

MC smiled and she looked at him. She noticed his arms on the counter, his clothes were thick. They were made of wool and he looked warm. Her tone remained quiet. She did not want others to hear her answer, she was positive they could understand English. 

“Sorry to disappoint, but I have occupied my time with wallowing in my apartment. I have resumed searching for Anne’s solution. I think I have a promising lead,” She whispered. 

“And what direction is that?” Sebastian asked. 

At the mention of Anne and her cure, Sebastian’s eyes became warmer. He regarded MC with a soft gaze and his lips twitched. He kept himself from stating the obvious. But he wanted to help. If their relationship was heading in a good direction, he wanted to offer his aide. But the possibility of her turning it down kept him from mentioning it. 

“A direction near Romania,” She whispered vaguely. 

MC’s answer gave Sebastian a minute to think. He liked the idea of traveling to Romania. But he did not tell her that. Instead, he continued to look at her.

“Considering everything Sloan told me about you, I really did hope you had gone rogue,” Sebastian explained.

“Sounds like Sloan had a lot to say about me,” MC responded with a nervous laugh.

“He did. He even told me what he did to you.. And why you were not coming around any time soon.”

The words hang in the air for a moment. Sebastian had talked to Sloan, and he had asked about her. And Sebastian did not seem like he wanted to hide the fact that he had. His direct words made her shift in her seat. Considering how poorly he thought of her the last time they spoke, it did not fail to make her somewhat unsettled. 

Sebastian noticed her reaction and he took another sip from his tankard. 

Sebastian remembered feeling betrayed and upset when he thought about the last time he had talked to her. Upset about the way the night had ended with her. And she never came to see him, not a single word from her. So naturally, when Sloan told Sebastian that a friend was coming to visit.. He was reluctant to meet with her. 

That was when Sloan finally told him that she had been obliviated. She had her memories wiped to keep his whereabouts safe.

Sebastian had grown out his beard, but for some reason, he shaved it for her visit. He cleaned up well, but he could not remove the dark magic that clung to him no matter how hard he tried. He wanted to appear like a new man, but he had not changed. He worked off the townspeople’s charity and favors that were asked from him. Such as working as hired security for shops, collecting debts, going after thieves, warning off poachers and unwanted folk..

All things that required his expertise.

MC seemed interested to know more about these small jobs of his. And Sebastian found himself recounting many of his experiences without pressure and discomfort. 

As they talked and caught up, they continued to drink. MC started to notice Sebastian’s cheeks become a softer shade of pink. And he smiled more.

The more comfortable they became around the other, the more they fell into their past. Sebastian started to show familiar signs of his childhood. His gestures and his expressions, they were all too recognizable. And she even noticed herself chuckling and returning his banter. The two of them stayed in the pub a little longer than expected as the sky grew darker. 

The bartender lit up more candles and lights as the evening neared. And he kept an eye on the couple as they became more and more intimate with each other. The sight was one to behold, since Sebastian was well liked and respected. The townspeople would all soon hear about Sebastian’s visitor, his lady friend. 

MC was on her fourth drink by the time she decided to not drink anymore. She had stopped drinking her ale and drank something much stronger. The more she drank, the more she believed that Sebastian had shaved right for their meeting. And the thought made her feel.. Giddy. 

MC could not remember the last time she felt anxious over something like that. The feeling of butterflies in her stomach, it was one she had not felt in almost a whole decade. 

She smiled and Sebastian noticed. His arm pressed against hers. 

“What has you smiling?” He whispered to her. “Is your drink too strong?”

“It’s strong. But it does not have the ability to make me smile,” She told him softly. 

MC turned to look at him now, and she could see how much closer he was now. And before Sebastian could as her, her tone dropped to one of clear endearment. 

“You are the one that made me smile.” 

Sebastian’s brows twitched at her words. His eyes looked into hers more intensely.

“Oh, and why is that?” 

Sebastian leaned closer. MC could smell his scent now. And he still smelled the same. But this time, she could smell the smoke from the fireplaces. Without responding, her hand moved to touch his face. Her fingers moved over his jaw, feeling the soft and tender warm skin. Her fingers moved without hesitation.

Along with the smoke, she could still feel the darkness that hung from his clothes. It was something he would never get rid of. And she understood that now. 

It felt almost familiar. 

… *… * …

The last time she had spoken to Ominis, it was a late afternoon on a Sunday. It was not raining for once. And Ominis wore different shades of gray and green. The colors seemed to match with the interior of her apartment, making him almost belong to the scene in front of her. 

She had made tea for him, at his request. 

MC had recently resigned from her position as an Auror at that time period. Ominis found out days after. 

Tell me the reason why you quit. And tell me the truth.

She grasped the tea cup between her fingers. Her tea was still warm and she pulled it closer to her. She did not look at him directly, almost wanting to avoid the direction in which he tilted his head. Her eyes moved to the curtains she recently purchased. The color was a shade deeper than his button down. 

You remember now don’t you? 

His pale eyes shifted as he gazed over where she sat. 

Ominis was heavily engrossed with MC while she recovered. He understood why she remained away from the office for the past year. But what he did not understand was why she had quit her employment all together. He knew she wore her occupation with pride. Her records were significantly pristine almost monumental. 

But somehow, her feelings had changed. And he had failed to notice when that occurred. He had waited with an inkling. An inkling that screamed at him that she had not been entirely honest with him. That he was being kept in the dark. And he waited for his close friend to finally tell him the truth, in confidence. 

Things changed, and they are no longer the same. I feel like an imposter in my own office. I can’t escape it. I have changed.

But why? Can you explain to why things have changed?

MC’s finger tapped against the table. Her eyes shifted from the curtains and back to him. Even after years, she still could not talk to him freely. And after a long time, she finally learned to accept it.

I just know they have.

If this is about your office, I can reassure you that they were going to move your space elsewhere. You were not replaced, Y/N.

I do not care about my office Ominis. I do not care about how I feel every time I step into that building. I do not feel like I belong there anymore. After so many of years, they have the audacity to treat me like..

She dreaded the topic completely. Ominis more than anyone must be aware of the way things have changed when it came to her. Ever since Sebastian escaped and she was listed heavily under the investigation.. 

Please do not make me have to explain what is so obvious Ominis. 

Ominis did not let it go. And the more he pressured, the more she found herself reeling back. He was reluctant to abandon the topic all together. To MC, he made it appear as if quitting her job had something to do with the unattained memories of hers.

The last thing she told Ominis, were words she would always regret. 

You sound just like the rest of them.

But once those words were said she knew she could not take them back. 

She had hurt Ominis.

But Ominis finally understood how vast and distant the space had grown between them. They were no longer on the same side. They no longer confided in one another. And they no longer held the same amount of trust. 

To her, he had become like the rest of them.

That was the last time MC had spoken to Ominis Gaunt. 

She remembered seeing him get up from his seat and take his cloak off the coat hanger. He walked out of her apartment without another word. The door shut sharply and it echoed through her whole home.

That brought her to finally leaving her home and trying to find where she left off. MC hoped that her notes and her research would provide more clarity to the unmoving fog in her head. When she reached her notes, she flipped through her hand writing with familiarity. 

And for the first time in her life, she brought her research notes and everything she kept hidden into her home.

MC went looking for Sloan, and it took her weeks to contact him. 

And when she finally found him, Sloan handed her a piece of parchment. 

Her gloved hands struggled to open the paper, but when she finally did she recognized her own handwriting. MC read the letter and the contents that were poured into the page, all written messily and in a rush. She could feel the anxiety and fear she felt when she had initially wrote it. 

The spell was broken, and she was frozen to her place.

She knew it. 

She knew she had done it. 

And in that moment, a heavy burden was removed from her chest. Sebastian was safe. 

She had successfully gotten him out of the country undetected.

When she looked up from the letter in her hands, she had a tearful smile.

… *… * …

The Present..

MC stepped into Sebastian’s home, closely behind him. There was comfortable glow inside of his home. She could see the the candles that floated and the fireplace burning. There was an axe against the wall near the coat hanger.

She stepped closer to his small living room area. The fireplace crackled and she could see the wood pilled next to it. The rugs on the floor looked hand made and she saw a couple of animal pelts thrown over the couch and armchair. No doubt, he had gotten those himself as well. 

“Looks like you kept yourself busy,” MC stated as her hand touched the soft fur on his couch. 

“There are not many resources available around here. You need to make yourself useful,” He explained. 

“This is nice. I bet it reminds you a little of Feldcroft,” She told him as her eyes rested on the fireplace. 

Sebastian leaned against the counter as he watched her walk around his space. MC was interested in his possessions and his furniture. He felt the longing resurface inside of him. Just watching her walk around his small and intimate home.. 

She eventually walked over to his side and she leaned on the counter next to him. An arm length away. 

“I wonder how a little garden can hold up in such weather. Have you tried it?” She said. 

Sebastian was no longer listening to her words. He was watching at her expression and the way her lips moved. He took in all the small details, seeing how much she still remained the same. Her cupid’s bow, the shape of her chin, her beauty marks.. And all of these little things made him feel whole for the first time in a while.

Sebastian had slept with a couple of women in the duration of the past three years. All women he met outside of the small town, all leaving him with more emptiness than initially held. 

How was it that he could continue to miss her? Even after all of those years.. He only found himself thinking of her. And only her. 

Sebastian touched her hand. And she stopped breathing. 

Their gaze met once more and neither looked away. They did not speak and let their expressions speak for themselves. They have not talked like this.. In over a decade. 

They have not spoken like this and it felt like a whole life time had passed, and in a way it had. 

There was so much vulnerability.

Sebastian’s fingers touched the back of her hand, his eyes boring into hers. He took one step closer. 

“How long are you thinking of staying?” Sebastian whispered. 

She didn’t have an answer to his question. She had came to Bulgaria, to a town in the middle of nowhere with no clear plans or goals. It was the way she had lived her life as of late. She did not have any reliable way of returning to London. 

Her eyes reminded him of liquid gold. Melted chocolate. The bottom of the sea. They reminded him of mysterious and forbidden things. All things he claimed desirable and beautiful. 

“As long.. As you want me,” She breathed. 

In that exact moment, Sebastian knew what awaited the both of them. 

Sebastian’s hands were soon on her waist as he pressed her against the counter. His lips found hers and he remembered that cold and windy night on that hill. He remembered how the moonlight shined on her face when they had vented out their pain and their truths. The night he had last kissed her three years ago. 

Their hands tugged at each others’s clothes and they were desperate for touch. They felt their bodies over their clothes. They felt each other’s presence. They breathed in smoke, alcohol, pine trees, firewood, lavender, honey. 

Their caress and kisses brought them to Sebastian’s narrow room. MC was desperate to touch him. She was desperate to taste him. She grabbed him as hard as she could and she pinned him down against his bed. 

As she pushed herself down against him, his hands reached for her thighs. He pulled her down on to him more forcefully. 

Her thighs on either side of his, her weight pressed against his groin. Sebastian’s eyes did not move from her as she pulled her clothes off on top of him. Her scarf, her sweater, her shirt.. Her hair was all over her face and she leaned down to kiss his lips. 

Her legs straddled him, and she moved over him. And Sebastian felt his body shake in delight. MC pulled his clothes off with urgency. When she reached his shirt, she already noticed his heavily tatted arms and forearms. And when she finally pulled his shirt over his head, her eyes widened. 

He watched her expressions, seeing her surprise. Her hands touched his bare skin, her fingers traced the ink on his skin. Sebastian was completely speechless. His heart thundered as he felt her lips roam over his chest, her nose dragged over his skin. 

Sebastian leaned his head back against the bed and moaned. Her tongue pressed against his skin after every kiss. MC watched him through half lidded eyes. Her eyes fluttered as she leaned against him. And her lips moved from his stomach, to his chest, and back to his neck. 

When she came close to his lips once more, his hands gripped her arms and pulled her back to him. He kissed her neck, pulling her hair away out of the way. Sebastian was shameless when he gripped her thighs and pushed his hips against hers. She grind down against him, her breath coming out short. 

Sebastian was breathing hard against her neck. His lips whispered into her ear, pulling on her ear lobe between his teeth.

“Let me finally have you..” He growled. His hands were slightly shaky as he pulled her pants off. 

Sebastian had slept with two women the past three years. From brief moments of seduction and heat, he had relieved himself for the first time in years. But now that he had MC half naked in his hold, he realized something very unsettling.. 

Sebastian was not touch deprived. But he was deprived of having her. 

Sebastian tensed when her hand moved down his groin. His breath left his body. He met her gaze, and her eyes were full of hunger.  Her lips parted as she continued to stroke him over his pants. 

He loved what she was doing to him. And even more when her hand unbuckled his belt. 

The fire inside him continued to grow. Sebastian’s hands moved down to her thighs and her rear. And when the fire spread over his arms and his hands, his hold tightened. He pushed her off and he flipped her on to her back. 

Sebastian pinned her against the bed now. And his hands gripped her wrists on either side of her body. His mouth moved against hers passionately, pressing her more against the bed with his weight. 

Sebastian heard her whisper his name and his lips became rougher against her neck. 

When his hands let go of her wrists, her hands moved to his hair. Her fingers ran through his thick strands, pulling him closer to her lips. He kissed her, and it was almost painful. His teeth pressed against hers, and his tongue pushed against hers. He moaned in pleasure. 

“You’re all mine. I have you all to myself..”

“All to yourself,” She answered in a whisper, her fingers dug on to his scalp. 

He pushed her legs apart, and she let out a long breath. The she felt him between her legs and his hands on her, she moaned. Her hips moved instinctively in response to him. And he pushed into her. 

She would let him have all of her. 

Sebastian’s lips latched on to her neck, biting her soft skin. MC gasped and gripped his head with his hair between her fingers. He moved faster inside of her, stretching her. He moaned against her neck. 

He kissed, licked, and bit her skin over and over again.

MC felt his touch all over her body, gripping her thighs and everything he could hold. He wanted to reach every inch. MC could barely breathe by how intense it all was. She was panting and her breath was hard. She could no longer keep her eyes open, and her eyes rolled back into her head. She was a mess, just as he wanted her to be. 

When his thighs moved against hers aggressively, her moans turned into whimpers. Sebastian’s bed creaked and the sound of skin slapping skin filled the room. The crackling of the fire could no longer be heard. The muscles on his arms tensed when he felt her tighten around him. 

“Faster.. Harder,” MC managed to beg between her whimpers and moans. 

Her words only excited him further. The sounds were wet and lewd, and he moved with such speed and desperation. Sebastian grunted and moaned her name. His cheeks were flushed and his skin was starting to sweat. He didn't stop and his movements only became deeper. Sebastian pounded into her in a rhythm that showed how long he had waited for this exact moment. 

His hand moved to her neck, and this made her growl. MC struggled to breathe between her moans, and her insides started to come undone. Every exhale increased the air of anticipation between them. 

Sebastian could feel her thighs shake on either side of him, and he moved harder into her. MC let out a strangled moan when she reached her sweet release. Her nails dragged down the skin of his shoulders. She yelled his name as he continued to thrust inside of her. 

MC’s release oozed out between their bodies. Her hips twitched against his, and her whimpers were now higher pitched. Her head fell back against the pillow with her eyes closed. MC was close to crying from the over stimulation. 

Sebastian gripped her thighs in an unbreakable grip. His thrusts moved her against the bed, and he moaned loudly. Sebastian’s words in between his breathing were filled with wanting and lust.

“Mhmm.. Fuck, yes.. More..” 

MC started to move her hips against his, meeting him half way. Sebastian’s head whipped back as she moved against him. He gasped at the feeling. 

Then his dark eyes looked down at her. His expression was one of primal desire. MC watched as he closed his eyes and he spilled his seed inside of her. His face contorted from desperation to bliss. She saw the way his brows twitched and his lips parted as he moaned loudly.

Sebastian’s body shook on top of hers, and he finally stopped thrusting inside of her. He filled her, and felt the hot release leak on to his bed. He collapsed over her, his face pressed against her chest. Her arms wrapped around him, holding his burning body against hers. 

Sebastian’s bedroom was filled with their heavy breathing. The bedroom windows were no longer covered in frost. Their bodies pressed against each other on his bed gave more warmth than the fireplace place could ever provide for them. 

Eventually, Sebastian moved off her. He rested on his back and he pulled her to him. They found comfort in each other’s embrace, and they took the time to let their pleasure fade. They did not speak for a good while. 

MC rested her cheek against his chest, her fingers tracing over his tattoos. 

“You’re mine. And you’re not going anywhere, I hope you know that,” Sebastian whispered.

She smiled against his chest and she pressed her lips to his skin. She felt him shiver under her. 

“I think you’re forgetting.. I’ve been yours,” She answered in a whisper. 

MC turned her face to to look at him. She leaned in closer and her hand brushed over his cheeks. Her fingers traced over the freckles on his face. Sebastian closed his eyes as her fingers touched his face softly. Her finger continued to move and drag over his features now, his nose, his brows, his eyes, his jaw, his lips. 

Sebastian stopped breathing when he met her gaze, so full of devotion and.. love. She knew there were no looking back. She had him now. And she would continue to have him, and she would fight to keep him in her life. 

Sebastian reached for her hands and he kissed them. His eyes bore into hers as he spoke. 

“Stay with me,” He told her. “Stay with me and.. We can start a new life together.” 

Sebastian was sitting up now. And he was holding her against him, his hands moving to her face. His nose pressed against her cheek and he whispered with pure longing. He had not felt this vulnerable as he did now. Sebastian moved closer to properly look at her.

“Whatever you desire. I will give it you. But just.. Stay,” He whispered. 

MC felt his words sink into her skin and she absorbed his tone. She felt the meaning and the promises in those words of his. Her eyes slowly closed until she was breathing softly. She knew she could learn to trust him once more, she felt it. He was already forgiving her. 

Sebastian brought her hands to his lips.

“Please,” Sebastian begged. “Don’t leave me again. Stay.”

MC opened her eyes and she cried as she held his gaze. Sebastian’s eyes mirrored her own and he smiled. He kissed her lips and her cheeks. His thumbs wiped her tears away almost eagerly. He saw the answer in her eyes even before she spoke. His heart was pounding, he never felt as alive as he felt right then and there. 

“If you mean it,” She finally whispered. “I will.”

“Yes,” Sebastian said. “Yes, yes..” 

Sebastian kissed her repeatedly. His lips pulled on hers, his long unfulfilled dream finally became a reality. He had her. He finally had her, and she was going to be his. 

“I no longer want to be afraid Sebastian,” She told him. 

“And you no longer have to be afraid. You do not have to be afraid of what the future will bring. You no longer have to be alone. You have me.”

MC held his gaze and she met his lips with her own. Sebastian saw the light in her eyes, the candle light reflected in those beautiful eyes. And he whispered to her, all the words he wished he had told after all of those years of betrayal and resentment.

And she believed every single promise he whispered into her ear.

We will live in a cottage by the sea. Or on a mountain. Or a cabin in the woods. I want you by my side for this point and on. We can look for Anne’s cure together. I want to share every single aspect of our life together. You are no longer alone, my love.

MC returned to London after 3 days. And she packed her things and wrote letters to all of her loved ones. It took her days to finally write her final goodbyes, feeling lighter than she ever had before. 

She left London by the end of the week. She left the country all together.

Sebastian waited for her. He waited against a bricked wall, his body covered in lighter clothes. He wore his long black cloak and held a smile full of pride upon her arrival. And for once, they shared something in common. They were full of hope.

We are only getting older, and I want to grow old with you. 

✧

[asidian]

N and P!

N: Is there a fic you wish someone else would write (or finish) for you?

Hmm. Nothing specific, I don't think? But in general, I'm always on the lookout for well-written hurt/comfort or whump to my taste that involves my favorite character in a fandom.

P: Are you what George R. R. Martin would call an “architect” or a “gardener”? (How much do you plan in advance, versus letting the story unfold as you go?)

I actually wasn't familiar with this quote, so I had to go and dig it up before I could answer. For anyone who isn't familiar, here it is in its entirety:

"I think there are two types of writers, the architects and the gardeners. The architects plan everything ahead of time, like an architect building a house. They know how many rooms are going to be in the house, what kind of roof they're going to have, where the wires are going to run, what kind of plumbing there's going to be. They have the whole thing designed and blueprinted out before they even nail the first board up. The gardeners dig a hole, drop in a seed and water it. They kind of know what seed it is, they know if planted a fantasy seed or mystery seed or whatever. But as the plant comes up and they water it, they don't know how many branches it's going to have, they find out as it grows. And I'm much more a gardener than an architect.” ― George R.R. Martin

I'm 100% a gardener.

I'll go into a piece of writing with often only a theme, a mood, or an idea, and I'll see where it takes me.

When I write I really enjoy sort of – it's hard to describe it. I enjoy circling around and around the idea or the theme or the mood that I'm trying to get at, getting closer and closer but never quite putting my finger on it. I want to explore the area around it. I want to paint the broad strokes, so that when the reader glances into the middle, in the blank spot where there's no paint, they see that the only thing that hasn't been said outright is the thing that everything else has been pointing to all along.

Sometimes I don't get there entirely, but I almost always end up with something, even if it's not necessarily always what I started out to write.

[ashenberry]

da boss for the thing I know you love talking about her and I love when you talk about her 🤝

First impression

Im so disappointed in past ashen she isnt. mentioned in my liveblog until after the betrayal. stop playing metal gear at midnight dipshit. anyways. i know i ended the game liking her

Impression now

I get it. i get why everyone in metal gear is like that about her. i get it i get how and why the tore apart the world for her when her last wish was to bring it together. i understnad them all completely i would not be any different im sorry chat i get why strangelove recreated her with the boss ai even if that meant the boss would become one of the things she despised the most. i get why zero took her dying words so literally even if thats not what she wanted. i get why it changed evas outlook so much. i get why snake did. gestures vaguely towards the entirety of metal gear. after her quote on quote "betrayal" at the end of peacewalker. i mean i wouldnt start the war orphan economy im built different but i get it.

Favorite moment

I really like the conversation between her and strangelove on the roof when the boss is taking about the failed hit and how even if the guy was innocent for the reasons she sent to take him out, she feels so so so so so so so guilty because he ended making advancements that made nuclear weapons possible and she places the state of the world, the nuclear bomb, the cold war on herself because maybe if she had finished out her mission things could be better

Idea for a story

i would say what if she lived but god. her death is so pivitol. what if she lived though. how would the world be different.

Unpopular opinion

god what unpopular opinion do i have about her and not just. something that involves her. unfortunate side effect when the point of your character is how a "legend" can be twisted to fit whatever the narrative wants it to be and the person is lost. i dont know what the popular boss opinion is put ur boss takes in the comments below

Favorite relationship

SEE THE PROBLEM WITH BEING A CHARACTER WHOS MAIN IMPACT IS HOW A "LEGEND" GETS TWISTED TO FIT WHATEVER THE NARRATIVE SOMEONE WANTS TO PUSH AND THAT THE PERSON IS LOST IS THAT NONE OF THESE ARE FROM LIKE. THE BOSSES PERSPECTIVE. bb's and strangelove relationship to the boss though of course. because of fucking course. looks at the boss powerpoint oF COURSE ITS BBS AND STRANGELOVES IM GONNA. sorrow in a 3rd place because i think her boyfriend being a cryptid is really funny

Favorite headcanon

while i think it ultimately doesnt matter if there was a "ghost in the machine" in regards to the boss ai at the end of peacewalker, what matters more is would those have been her actions, i do think her ghost was in it sorry. me when i have to keep killing myself to prevent full out nuclear war.

[jimi-rawlings]

ROCKSTAR TUTELARY DEITY

Spirit: Jimi Hendrix

Call me Jimi Rawlings and Let me Swag out the Brand through Nike Collabs

Jimi Hendrix as Ancestral Deity with Visual-Spatial and Kinaesthetic Spiritual Genome Editing

TONY GWYNN HITTING

He was less concerned with getting a hit in a particular at-bat and was more focused with being comfortable at the plate, having a fluid swing, and making solid contact. Over the course of the season, he figured it would result in success.[34]

Gwynn was hard-working and known for his work ethic and devotion to extra batting practice.[3][13][185][197] On the road, he stayed in his hotel room, studying video of his at-bats or playing video games.[68][198]

In the first 12 years of his MLB career, Gwynn used a 32½-inch, 31-ounce bat. In his final eight years, he employed a 33-inch, 30½-ounce bat.[d][11][29] Gwynn wanted his wooden bats light like his aluminum ones in college. Instead of having the barrel of his bats shaved, as many batters do, he had them "cupped", with the end of the barrel hollowed out like the bottom of a wine bottle.[176]

MODERN DAY KANSAS CITY MONARCHS AT METRODOME (BLACK MAFIA)

Season Ticket Holders

What it is: Sports tourism is a type of tourism activity which refers to the travel experience of the tourist who either observes as a spectator or actively participates in a sporting event generally involving commercial and non-commercial activities of a competitive nature.

Baserunning Sabermetrics and Sportsbooks

Weaver's style of managing was summed up in the quote: "pitching, defense, and the three-run homer."

UZR Prospect: Jimi Rawlings

Ultimate Zone Rating (UZR)

Definition

UZR quantifies a player's entire defensive performance by attempting to measure how many runs a defender saved. It takes into account errors, range, outfield arm and double-play ability. It differs slightly from DRS (Defensive Runs Saved) in its formula, but the concept is the same.

Traditional Baseball Training: Gymnastics Rings and Landmine Circuit Training; Sledgehammer Training; Kettlebell Hip Isometric-Mobility; Léger Model with French Contrast Training for 60m Jamaican Sprint Training

Nike White Home Jersey matches Ball and Turf Sneakers with Astro Turf Bullpen Foul Line Dead Ball Era Entertainment District/Maritime Stadiums.

I am on Elite Models; I am running London Fashion Week through Burberry.

I use Ghostwriters and YouTube Freestyle DJs instead of Rap Crew.

Off Season Science Experiments through Baseball Kids Show.

Subsistence Construction with Architecture Arithmetic Skills for Astrodome Ballparks

Kansas City Barbeque Society is a competitive cooking organization based in Kansas City, Missouri, famous for Kansas City BBQ. It is the largest competitive barbecue organization in the world, with more than 15,000 members.[1] It was founded in 1985 by Carolyn and Gary Wells and Rick Welch. Their desire was to put together a local group for competitive barbecue. It has since grown and provides oversight to hundreds of competitions.

3 Run Home Run, No Errors, and 5 Holding Relievers, 5 Openers, & 3 Closers.

Batting Line Up WITH Pitchers: BUNT P-5; Top 4 is 3 Run Home Run and Bottom 4 is Slap Baseball.

Defense: C, SS, 2B RF are Slap Baseball and 1B, 3B, CF, LF are 3 Run Home Run. NO DOUBLES WITH CORNER IF/OF; RANGE UZR WITH CF, SS, 2B

DYNAMIC HITTING AREA BATTING TEE UMBRELLA

Mechanics then Drill — Jimi Rawlings

Exit Zone Cage (Shorter Roof Cage Soft Toss)

Wiffle Ball (Free Swing)

Creep Drill (115 MPH with 60.6 Inches)

MY UZR: PUTOUTS; BASERUNNING/ARM VALUE

A Statcast metric designed to use data to evaluate the performance of baserunners and outfielders in taking or preventing extra bases.

BATTING SPIRIT: PRINCE FIELDER

Toe Tap with Sidearm Top Hand and Bottom Hand Bat Lag Manipulated Release with Over Shoulder Ferris Wheel Diamond Strike Zone with + Slice & Hook Visual Aids

INFIELD SPIRIT: ERNIE BANKS

1B One Hoppers for SS One Handed-Fielding

OUTFIELD TRIO SPIRIT: ANDREW MCCUTCHEN; TONY GWYNN; AND RICKY HENDERSON

Bat Lag with Manipulated Release 34 Inch 32 Ounce Wine Cup Maple Bat; Running Back to Full Back age 20-30/30-40

Drive Phase with Head First Slide or Closing Speed Catch

Toe-Tap-Flamingo Strike Count Indicator Swings

EXECUTIVE SPIRIT: RUBE FOSTER, BUCK LEONARD, FERGIE JENKINS, AND WILLIE MAYS

Feeder Club Gentertrification Union Depot Metro;

Grassroots; Prep School; for Metrodome

Investor Invite 20 Per Game Wine Course Meal Red Wine-Lamb with Spices-Herbs and Cheesy Potatoes; Smoked Meat Kansas City BBQ/Subs Ghost Kitchen Course Meal Reference Appetizers Kebab, Cleansing Salad Coleslaw; Entrée Lamb Creamy Cheesy Spice/Herbs Savory Potatoes; Banana Desserts; Ballpark Bagel/Coffee Pistachio/Strawberry/Banana Bakery; Rube Foster developed a style of play that emphasized speed, bunting, place hitting, power pitching, and defense. As a manager and team owner, Foster was a disciplinarian. He asserted control over every aspect of the game, and set a high standard for personal conduct, appearance, and professionalism among his players. In 1920, Foster, Taylor, and the owners of six other midwestern (Rural Area) clubs met in the spring to form a professional baseball circuit for African-American teams; Focus on Outfield and Pitching (Andrew McCutchen or Doc Gooden); CB based HR Derby; Negro League Museum Jazz Society Union OPS% w/ XB and Bunt% (TB + Bunt In Play) as a Lead Off Hitter Trixie-Parlay; Runs Completed% (Total Bases ÷ Runs); Options Trading Derivative Turf Arithmetic Accounting TOTAL BASES, =, and % (Pythagorean Theorem); Wood Bleachers with Astro Turf 400FT CF & 60,000 Capacity; 3 Inning Saves

Great Lakes Region LLWS; KC OT to Chicago: The Negro Leagues Baseball Museum (NLBM) is a privately funded museum dedicated to preserving the history of Negro league baseball in America. It was founded in 1990 in Kansas City, Missouri, in the historic 18th & Vine District, the hub of African-American cultural activity in Kansas City during the first half of the 20th century. The NLBM shares its building with the American Jazz Museum. Outfield Hats Oversized No TV Dives; Sol White's History of Colored Baseball with Other Documents on the Early Black Game, 1886-1936; The Pays d'en Haut (French: [pɛ.i dɑ̃ o]; Upper Country) was a territory of New France covering the regions of North America located west of Montreal. The vast territory included most of the Great Lakes region, expanding west and south over time into the North American continent as the French had explored.

ALEJANDRO POMPEZ AND SOL WHITE NEGRO LEAGUE MUSEUM JAZZ SOCIETY UNION

uzr for modern all star negro leagues

Jean-Claude Traoré CF; Jazz Chisolm 2B; Javier Báez SS

draft kings youtube highlights

A + B (OPS% w/ XB) = C Bunt% (TB + Bunt In Play) as a Lead Off Hitter Trixie-Parlay; Runs Completed% (Total Bases ÷ Runs); Options Trading Derivative Turf Arithmetic Accounting A + B (UZR%) = C (TOTAL BASES) (Pythagorean Theorem); TB with Baserunning/Throwing Value UZR is Frame

GOLD HEDGING RESEARCH

Executive MBA

Kellogg offers an Executive MBA program designed for senior and mid-career executives. Executives can choose between two campuses, Evanston and Miami, and also two schedules, one weekend a month or two weekends a month.

IFÁ Cluster Jewelry: IFÁ mean Divination System through Orunmila Santería/Yoruba Orisha

Amber as a Hedge

STARBUCKS & SEPHORA COFFEE RIGHTS

Ethiopia and Oxfam America urged Starbucks to sign a licensing agreement with Ethiopia to help boost prices paid to farmers. At issue was Starbucks' use of Ethiopia's famed coffee brands—Guji, Sidamo, Yirgacheffe and Harar—that generate high margins for Starbucks and cost consumers a premium, yet generated very low prices to Ethiopian farmers. Cappuccino (/ˌkæpʊˈtʃiːnoʊ/ ⓘ, Italian: [kapputˈtʃiːno]; from German Kapuziner)[1] is an espresso-based coffee drink that is traditionally prepared with steamed milk including a layer of milk foam.[2] Variations of the drink involve the use of cream instead of milk, using non-dairy milk substitutes and flavoring with cocoa powder (in Europe and Australasia) or cinnamon (in the United States).[3][4] It is typically smaller in volume than that of a latte, and topped with a thick layer of foam rather than being made with microfoam.[5]

A liqueur coffee is a caffeinated alcoholic drink that consists of a shot of liqueur, mixed with coffee. It is typically served in a liqueur glass, often accompanied with cream and sugar. Coffee liqueur beverages are served in different fashions and can be found throughout many countries. One of the most popular liqueur coffee beverage is commonly known as Irish coffee.[1] Liqueur coffee beverages are largely classified as cocktails as well as digestifs which are aimed at aiding the digestive process typically after a meal.

Coffee is well known as a cosmetic ingredient, particularly due to the presence of phenolic compounds, such as chlorogenic acids, and caffeine. Caffeine is widely used in cosmetic formulations due to its photoprotector and anti-aging properties, as well as lipolytic action in cellulitis, and hair regrowth.

SHOP GLD IMAGE RIGHTS

Subsistence Factory/Metallurgy for Industrial City-Rural Areas State; Chefs; Farmers; Blacksmith Trade School; Let me sell Baseball Jerseys through GLD SHOP Exhibitions at the High School Level. I will find swag guys to wear my clothing. It's an UNOFFICIAL GAME at the Wrigley Field… I will Brand Activation my Consumers with HS Home Run Derby's in Pro Fields; Rap Video Directors and Jewelry Leasing. Mining REITs; 51% Equity; Quarterly Gross Revenue Rent; Cash Conversion Cycle: Accessories, Tattoos and Car Decals, Med Spa, Salon, Apparel

Gold: OTC Risk Management Solutions for Gold, Silver, Platinum, Palladium and Rhodium

Futures Options and Clearing for CME traded precious metals contracts

OTC Averaging Swaps

LBMA Fixing Averaging Forwards

Precious Metals Inventory Financing

Precious Metals Leasing and Deposits

Doré Financing

Transportation and custody/storage of physical products

HOME DEPOT REAL ESTATE AGENT IMAGE RIGHTS

The Home Depot, Inc. is an American multinational home improvement retail corporation that sells tools, construction products, appliances, and services, including fuel and transportation rentals. Home Depot is the largest home improvement retailer in the United States.[4] In 2021, the company had 490,600 employees and more than $151 billion in revenue. The company is headquartered in unincorporated Cobb County, Georgia, with an Atlanta mailing address.[citation needed]

Real Estate Intrinsic Value Think Tank; Solar Panel Real Estate Investment Group

TD BANK — BOUTIQUE HOTEL IMAGE RIGHTS

The Hu. Hotel[2][3] is a luxury boutique hotel in Downtown Memphis, Tennessee, United States, located in the historic former Tennessee Trust Bank building.

TD Bank, N.A. is an American national bank and the United States subsidiary of the multinational TD Bank Group. It operates primarily across the East Coast, in 15 U.S. states and Washington, D.C. TD Bank is the seventh-largest U.S. bank by deposits and the 10th largest bank in the United States by total assets, resulting from a series of several mergers and acquisitions. TD Bank, N.A. is headquartered in Cherry Hill, New Jersey, an inner suburb eight miles (13 km) outside Philadelphia. TD Bank is a federally chartered bank, thus its trading name bears "N.A." letters. TD Ballpark, originally Dunedin Stadium at Grant Field, is a baseball field located in Dunedin, Florida. The stadium was built in 1990 and holds 8,500 people. It is the spring training home of the Toronto Blue Jays, as well as home to the Dunedin Blue Jays of the Florida State League and the Dunedin High School Falcons baseball team. The stadium has also been known as Knology Park (2004–2008) and Florida Auto Exchange Stadium (2010–2017).

Take a Declining Bank and Renovate it to a Boutique Hotel for an Enterprise Foundation.

FARMLAND PARTNERS IMAGE RIGHTS 

This includes Real Estate Private Equity (REPE), Real Estate Investment Management, Real Estate Investment Trusts (REITs), and Real Estate Brokerage.

REIGs Homestead Rental Properties 

In the most basic terms, a real estate investment company invests clients' assets in real estate and provides them with profits on those investments in exchange for a fee. Typically, this is the well-known approach of renovating completely and then reselling for a profit.

Rural economics is the study of rural economies. Rural economies include both agricultural and non-agricultural industries, so rural economics has broader concerns than agricultural economics which focus more on food systems.[1] Rural development[2] and finance[3] attempt to solve larger challenges within rural economics. These economic issues are often connected to the migration from rural areas due to lack of economic activities[4] and rural poverty. Some interventions have been very successful in some parts of the world, with rural electrification and rural tourism providing anchors for transforming economies in some rural areas. These challenges often create rural-urban income disparities.[5] Rural spaces add new challenges for economic analysis that require an understanding of economic geography: for example understanding of size and spatial distribution of production and household units and interregional trade,[6] land use,[7] and how low population density effects government policies as to development, investment, regulation, and transportation.[8]

A commercial economy is an economic system characterized by the exchange of goods and services, often driven by trade and market forces, rather than subsistence agriculture.

REIGs Edge City Slum

An edge city is a concentration of business, shopping, and entertainment outside a traditional downtown or central business district, in what had previously been a suburban, residential or rural area. The term was popularized by the 1991 book Edge City: Life on the New Frontier by Joel Garreau, who established its current meaning while working as a reporter for The Washington Post. Garreau argues that the edge city has become the standard form of urban growth worldwide, representing a 20th-century urban form unlike that of the 19th-century central downtown. Other terms for these areas include suburban activity centers, megacenters, and suburban business districts.[1] These districts have now developed in many countries. Urban economics is broadly the economic study of urban areas; as such, it involves using the tools of economics to analyze urban issues such as crime, education, public transit, housing, and local government finance. More specifically, it is a branch of microeconomics that studies the urban spatial structure and the location of households and firms (Quigley 2008).

AMTRAK BEDROOM MONTREAL-GREAT LAKES IMAGE RIGHTS

Bedrooms

If you’d like a bit more space on your journey, try booking a bedroom for your next trip with us. Each bedroom has the capacity of two adults (with an option for a third), one to two suitcases and are 6’6” x 7’6”. Unlike roomettes, our bedrooms also have an in-room toilet, shower and a sofa that converts to a bed. Travelers looking to stretch out and upgrade from our roomette should explore our bedroom option.

Other Amenities Include:

Everything in the roomette plus…

An Armchair

An even bigger landscape window

Private sink and vanity

Toilet and shower

Spiritual Baptist

THEOLOGY: Sun Principality Divination LEFT HANDED-PATH PLANETARY INTELLIGENCE CROWN CRISTA ANCHOR VESSEL INVOCATION

SUNSET ANGELS (SUN EVENING STAR)

Human Form: Premier-Chargé d'affaires and Executive Branch Communist Working Class Athletes

Hedonic Sun Lightning Angels

Hedonic Astrology: Capricornus Constellation Conjunction Leo Minor Constellation Conjunction Taurus (Sun Sun, Uranus-Saturn Moon, Mercury Rising)

Hedonic Paradox Liberal Arts: Science and Arts (Nutritional BioChemistry and Gastronomy-Culinary Linguistics); (Bioaesthetics and Modelling)

Hedonic Birth: Prenatal Hormones Vitamins with Fetus Alcohol Consumption for Sensory Overload Asperger's

Hedonic Economic Geography (Church): Peninsula Husbandry Metallurgy Purchasing Matrix Business Cluster

Hedonic Animals: Lammas & Alpacas

Hedonic Chef: Wine Dinner Fixed Course Meal: Kebab Hors-d'oeuvres, Apple Sweet Mayo Coleslaw Palate Cleansing Salad, Steamed Mollusk or Smoked Meat Entrée, Apple; Strawberry; Banana Dessert

Hedonic Pricing Primate City: It has transformed people's lives from agriculture to businesses linked to tourism, significantly raised the standard of living, and helped reduce the economic divide between urban and rural zones (Su, 2011; Zeng & Ryan, 2012).

Value theory is the systematic study of values. Also called axiology, it examines the nature, sources, and types of values. As a branch of philosophy, it has interdisciplinary applications in fields such as economics, sociology, anthropology, and psychology.

The term originates in ethical philosophy, where axiological or value hedonism is the claim that pleasure is the sole form of intrinsic value,[3][4][5] while normative or ethical hedonism claims that pursuing pleasure and avoiding pain for oneself or others are the ultimate expressions of ethical good.[1] Applied to well-being or what is good for someone, it is the thesis that pleasure and suffering are the only components of well-being.[6]

Psychological or motivational hedonism claims that human behavior is psychologically determined by desires to increase pleasure and to decrease pain.[3][1]

Hedonic pricing is a model that identifies price factors according to the premise that price is determined both by internal characteristics of the good being sold and external factors affecting it.

SUN CHURCH PRACTICE

The Nicene Creed (/ˈnaɪsiːn/; Koinē Greek: Σύμβολον τῆς Νικαίας, romanized: Sýmvolon tis Nikéas), also called the Creed of Constantinople,[1] is the defining statement of belief of Nicene Christianity[2][3] and in those Christian denominations that adhere to it. Although Constantine lived much of his life as a pagan and later as a catechumen, he began to favour Christianity beginning in 312, finally becoming a Christian and being baptised by Eusebius of Nicomedia, an Arian bishop, although the Catholic Church and the Coptic Orthodox Church maintain that he was baptised by Pope Sylvester I. He played an influential role in the proclamation of the Edict of Milan in 313, which declared tolerance for Christianity in the Roman Empire. He convoked the First Council of Nicaea in 325 which produced the statement of Christian belief known as the Nicene Creed. In the Roman Catholic Church, to obtain the plenary indulgence once a day, it is necessary to visit a church or oratory to which the indulgence is attached and the recitation of the Sunday prayers, Creed and Hail Mary.[82] Recitation of the Apostles' Creed or the Nicene-Constantinopolitan Creed is required to obtain a partial indulgence.[83] Tithe; noun; one tenth of annual produce or earnings, formerly taken as a tax for the support of the Church and clergy.

The Council of Trent issued key statements and clarifications of the Church's doctrine and teachings, including scripture, the biblical canon, sacred tradition, original sin, justification, salvation, the sacraments, the Mass, and the veneration of saints[4] and also issued condemnations of what it defined to be heresies committed by proponents of Protestantism. The consequences of the council were also significant with regard to the Church's liturgy and censorship.

Language Arts (Religious Swear Words and Sicanje) Igbo Vowel Harmony and Yoruba Religious Term Ori, Ase, and Ifà with Roman Alphabet.

Geopolitical Religiopolitical Economic Geography Westminster System Liberal Arts for Mirror for Princes

Sun Peninsula Supply Side Economics Commerce Center Busıness Cluster with Plantation Economy Rural Areas and Industrial States Border as a Premier Referenced Prince.

Contract Theory with Business Clusters (Retail and Supplier)

Subsistence Construction with Architecture Arithmetic Skills

Subsistence Farming with Options/FX Hedging

Tribal Prince of Lozi Sol

PLANETARY INTELLIGENCE

SUNSET

The great chain of being is a hierarchical structure of all matter and life, thought by medieval Christianity to have been decreed by God. The chain begins with God and descends through angels, humans, animals and plants to minerals.[1][2][3]

SUNSET CROWN TUTELARY TO PRINCIPALITY; PRIMER CHARGÉ D'AFFAIRES TO PRIMATE CITY PRINCES; LION; AMBER; OPIUM- SASSAFRAS-TOBACCO; IFÁ CLUSTERS AND GOLD MINTING; G MAJOR OR SOL, A MUSICAL KEY; DEFLATED GOLD STANDARD WITH COMMODITY ECONOMIC TABLE EXCHANGE; ROMAN GLYPH

BIRTH NATAL CHART THROUGH OCCULT PLANETARY INTELLIGENCE

Men MLB

Mars-Sun (Mars sol)

Saturn-Jupiter-Uranus (Capricornus)

Mercury-Moon (Canis Minor)

Girl

Moon-Sun (Leo Minor)

Mercury-Venus-Mars-Pluto (Scorpius)

Saturn-Uranus-Jupiter (Capricornus)

SUN CROWN CRISTA ANCHOR VESSEL INVOCATION HORCRUXES

The great chain of being is a hierarchical structure of all matter and life, thought by medieval Christianity to have been decreed by God. The chain begins with God and descends through angels, humans, animals and plants to minerals.[1][2][3]

Humanity: Humans uniquely share spiritual attributes with God and the angels above them, Love and language, and physical attributes with the animals below them, like having material bodies that experienced emotions and sensations such as lust and pain, and physical needs such as hunger and thirst.[3]

The Planetary Intelligences are invoked in occultism to control the blind forces of the planetary spirit, specifically in the creation of astrological talismans.[4]

Sunset Crown: Theocracy is a form of autocracy[2] in which one or more deities are recognized as supreme ruling authorities, giving divine guidance to human intermediaries who manage the government's daily affairs.[3][4] Priest-king (ensi), assisted by a council of elders including both men and women.[51] (Asė)

Palm Fond Laurel Wreath: UZR Prospects/Eco Warrior (Mars Sol Canis Minor)

Midnight Crown (Sun, Jupiter, Pluto, Lust and Inccubus)

Nuit Blanche Crown (Sensory Processing Sensitivity-Expansive Mood Canis Minor with Sun)

SAINT

Thomas Aquinas OP (/əˈkwaɪnəs/ ⓘ ə-KWY-nəs; Italian: Tommaso d'Aquino, lit. 'Thomas of Aquino'; c. 1225 – 7 March 1274) was an Italian[6] Dominican friar and priest, an influential philosopher and theologian, and a jurist in the tradition of scholasticism. He was from the county of Aquino in the Kingdom of Sicily.

GEMINI TWIN

Nzambi a Mpungu (also Nzambi and Nzambi Mpungu) is the Supreme God, eternal Sky Father and God of the Sun (fire) in traditional Kongo spirituality.[1] His female counterpart is Nzambici, the Sky Mother and Goddess of the Moon. Among other Central African Bantu peoples, such as the Chokwe, and in the Kingdom of Ndongo, Nzambi Mpungu was also called Kalunga, the god of fire and change. This may have a connection to an element of Bakongo cosmology called Kalûnga. It was seen as the spark of fire that begot all life in the universe.[1] After Portuguese colonization, Nzambi Mpungu became synonymous with the Christian God and existed chiefly as the Creator God.[2]

Roman equivalent Jupiter • Sol

HEDONIC SUN LIGHTNING ANGELS

Hedonic Shamanism: Crista Wing Transfer in Urban Setting

Hedonic Hell: Material religion is a framework used by scholars of religion to examine the interaction between religion and material culture. It focuses on the place of objects, images, spaces, and buildings in religious communities.

Hedonic Keystone Community: HAŠK Mladost (Mladost, lit. "Youth") is an academic kinaesthetic society from Zagreb, Croatia, sponsored by the University of Zagreb. Clubs named Mladost exist in Painting Polar, Culinary, Construction, Ag/FX Simulators, athletics, field hockey, judo, basketball, bowling on ice and asphalt, fencing, volleyball, swimming, rugby, synchronised swimming, skiing, ice-hockey, ice skating, table tennis, archery, chess, tennis, water polo and rowing

Hedonic Human Form: Sun Peninsula Supply Side Economics Commerce Center Busıness Cluster with Plantation Economy Rural Areas and Industrial States Border as a Premier Referenced Angel Prince.

Hedonic Acting: Red Collar (Freeport Smuggling and Canvas Robbery) with Conflict Minerals for Screenplay and Quarterly Budgeting for Painting Polar (Tuxön Polâr)

Hedonic Husbandry: Coffee (Mıxology, Olfactory Arts, and Sephora)

Hedonic Astrology: Capricornus Constellation Conjunction Leo Constellation (Sun Sun, Mercury Moon, Uranus-Saturn Rising)

Hedonic Paradox Liberal Arts: Science and Arts (Nutritional BioChemistry and Gastronomy-Culinary Linguistics); (Bioaesthetics and Modelling)

Hedonic Birth: Prenatal Hormones Vitamins with Fetus Alcohol Consumption for Sensory Overload Asperger's

Hedonic Economic Geography (Church): Peninsula Husbandry Metallurgy Purchasing Matrix Business Cluster

Hedonic Animals: Sheep (Rambouillet, Lacaune, Texel) and Lammas & Alpacas

Hedonic Pricing Primate City: It has transformed people's lives from agriculture to businesses linked to tourism, significantly raised the standard of living, and helped reduce the economic divide between urban and rural zones (Su, 2011; Zeng & Ryan, 2012).

Value theory is the systematic study of values. Also called axiology, it examines the nature, sources, and types of values. As a branch of philosophy, it has interdisciplinary applications in fields such as economics, sociology, anthropology, and psychology.

The term originates in ethical philosophy, where axiological or value hedonism is the claim that pleasure is the sole form of intrinsic value,[3][4][5] while normative or ethical hedonism claims that pursuing pleasure and avoiding pain for oneself or others are the ultimate expressions of ethical good.[1] Applied to well-being or what is good for someone, it is the thesis that pleasure and suffering are the only components of well-being.[6]

Psychological or motivational hedonism claims that human behavior is psychologically determined by desires to increase pleasure and to decrease pain.[3][1]

Hedonic pricing is a model that identifies price factors according to the premise that price is determined both by internal characteristics of the good being sold and external factors affecting it.

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Sunset Crown Wing Transfer Asė

Possessive invocation may be attempted singly or, as is often the case in Wicca, in pairs - with one person doing the invocation (reciting the liturgy or prayers and acting as anchor), and the other person being invoked (allowing themselves to become a vessel for the spirit or deity).

Automatic writing, also called psychography, is a claimed psychic ability allowing a person to produce written words without consciously writing. Practitioners engage in automatic writing by holding a writing instrument and allowing alleged spirits to manipulate the practitioner's hand.

SOL ANGELS: HELL EVENING STAR SUN MATERIAL WORLD SUNSET ANGELS CLAN SOLAR CROWN DEITIES (SUN PRINCIPALITY)

In a later extended sense in intertestamental Jewish literature, the abyss was the underworld, either the abode of the dead (Sheol) or eventually the realm of the rebellious spirits (fallen angels) (Hell). In the latter sense, specifically, the abyss was often seen as a prison for demons.

In this example, the adept must surrender all, including the guidance of his Holy Guardian Angel, and leap into the Abyss.

A tutelary (/ˈtjuːtəlɛri/; also tutelar) is a deity or a spirit who is a guardian, patron, or protector of a particular place, geographic feature, person, lineage, nation, culture, or occupation. The etymology of "tutelary" expresses the concept of safety and thus of guardianship. A radiant or radiate crown, also known as a solar crown, sun crown, Eastern crown, or tyrant's crown, is a crown, wreath, diadem, or other headgear symbolizing the Sun or more generally powers associated with the Sun. Apart from the Ancient Egyptian form of a disc between two horns, it is shaped with a number of narrowing bands going outwards from the wearer's head, to represent the rays of the Sun. These may be represented either as flat, on the same plane as the circlet of the crown, or rising at right angles to it.

Thomism is the philosophical and theological school which arose as a legacy of the work and thought of Thomas Aquinas (1225–1274), the Dominican philosopher, theologian, and Doctor of the Church.

Augustine of Hippo, who converted from Manichaeism to Christianity, criticised the Manichaeans for polytheism and paganism, stating that Manichaeans, due to their dualistic cosmology, believe in two different deities. The Manichaean bishop Faustus of Mileve defends Manichaeism by stating that Catholics erroneously assume that the Prince of Darkness had a divine essence, while in fact, the Prince of Darkness does not share any attributes with the Divine, thus Manichaeism would not worship multiple gods, but rather one true god.[2] They are both two different principles: although eternally existing, clearly distinct. Only the light particles within humans are consubstantial to the Divine.

SAINTS

Augustine of Hippo (/ɔːˈɡʌstɪn/ aw-GUST-in, US also /ˈɔːɡəstiːn/ AW-gə-steen;[22] Latin: Aurelius Augustinus Hipponensis; 13 November 354 – 28 August 430),[23] also known as Saint Augustine, was a theologian and philosopher of Berber origin and the bishop of Hippo Regius in Numidia, Roman North Africa. His writings influenced the development of Western philosophy and Western Christianity, and he is viewed as one of the most important Church Fathers of the Latin Church in the Patristic Period. His many important works include The City of God, On Christian Doctrine, and Confessions.

Thomas Aquinas OP (/əˈkwaɪnəs/ ⓘ ə-KWY-nəs; Italian: Tommaso d'Aquino, lit. 'Thomas of Aquino'; c. 1225 – 7 March 1274) was an Italian[6] Dominican friar and priest, the foremost Scholastic thinker[7], as well one of the most influential philosophers and theologians in the Western tradition.[8] He was from the county of Aquino in the Kingdom of Sicily.

THE ARABA, CHIEF PRIEST OF IFA: "YORUBA RELIGION AT THE CROSSROADS”

Ifarinwale Ogundiran ("The Araba")

The Araba is the Chief Priest of Ifa, a traditional Yoruba religion, of the town of Modakeke, Nigeria. He has worked with scholars from American and European universities conducting research on his life and Yoruba religions. The visit incorporated dance and drum performance of various orisa rhythms, and a discussion of the Yoruba religion's inclusive cosmology and the challenges it faces in the increasingly exclusive religious landscape of contemporary Nigeria.

BABALAWOS

Babalawos are key custodians of the Ifa system, preserving and transmitting Yoruba cultural heritage through oral tradition, rituals, and ceremonies. This system provides a framework for understanding morality, human relationships, and the world at large. As spiritual leaders and diviners, Babalawos offer guidance to individuals and communities by employing the Ifa divination process, addressing various aspects of life such as health, relationships, and career choices.

The Babalawos are believed to ascertain the future of their clients through communication with Ifá. This is done through the interpretation of either the patterns of the divining chain known as Opele, or the sacred palm nuts called Ikin, on the traditionally wooden divination tray called Opon Ifá. In addition to this, some of them also perform divination services on behalf of the kings and paramount chiefs of the Yoruba people. These figures, holders of chieftaincy titles like Araba and Oluwo Ifa in their own right, are members of the recognised aristocracies of the various Yoruba traditional states.

ASĖ

Brother DNA

ORI

Intercessory Prayer with a Conscious Vessel and KABBA NICENE as Religious Identity

In the Roman Catholic Church, to obtain the plenary indulgence once a day, it is necessary to visit a church or oratory to which the indulgence is attached and the recitation of the Sunday prayers, Creed and Hail Mary.[82] Recitation of the Apostles' Creed or the Nicene-Constantinopolitan Creed is required to obtain a partial indulgence.[83]

The Nicene Creed (/ˈnaɪsiːn/; Koinē Greek: Σύμβολον τῆς Νικαίας, romanized: Sýmvolon tis Nikéas), also called the Creed of Constantinople,[1] is the defining statement of belief of Nicene Christianity[2][3] and in those Christian denominations that adhere to it. The original Nicene Creed was first adopted at the First Council of Nicaea in 325.

KABBALISTIC TEXT

The Zohar (Hebrew: זֹהַר‎, Zōhar, lit. "Splendor" or "Radiance"[a]) is a foundational work of Kabbalistic literature.[1] It is a group of books including commentary on the mystical aspects of the Torah (the five books of Moses) and scriptural interpretations as well as material on mysticism, mythical cosmogony, and mystical psychology. The Zohar contains discussions of the nature of God, the origin and structure of the universe, the nature of souls, redemption, the relationship of ego[citation needed] to darkness and "true self" to "the light of God".

The godhood self sought by left-hand path followers is represented by the qliphah Thaumiel in the Tree of Knowledge.[4]

In the Zohar, Lurianic Kabbalah, and Hermetic Qabalah, the qlippoth (Hebrew: קְלִיפּוֹת, romanized: qəlīppōṯ, originally Jewish Babylonian Aramaic: קְלִיפִּין, romanized: qəlīppīn, plural of קְלִפָּה qəlīppā; literally "peels", "shells", or "husks"), are the representation of evil or impure spiritual forces in Jewish mysticism, the opposites of the Sefirot.[1][2] The realm of evil is called Sitra Achra (Jewish Babylonian Aramaic: סִטְרָא אַחְרָא, romanized: sīṭrāʾ ʾaḥrāʾ, lit. 'The Other Side') in Kabbalistic texts.

Regardie and Crowley

According to Aleister Crowley, the three evil forms (before Samael), are said to be Qemetial, Belial, and Othiel.[15]

Crowley (who calls them "Orders of Qliphoth")[16] and Israel Regardie[17] list the qlippoth and their associated sephiroth on the tree of life as:

Thaumiel, associated with Kether

Ghogiel, associated with Chokmah

Satariel, associated with Binah

Agshekeloh, associated with Chesed

Golohab, associated with Geburah

Tagiriron, associated with Tiphareth

Gharab Tzerek, associated with Netzach

Samael, associated with Hod

Gamaliel, associated with Yesod

Lilith, associated with Malkuth.

The Kabbalistic angels, also known as the Angels of the Shem HaMephorash, are 72 celestial spirits whose names are derived from the 72-fold name of the Hebrew god as found in the Book of Exodus.

TUTELARY DEITY

A radiant or radiate crown, also known as a solar crown, sun crown, Eastern crown, or tyrant's crown, is a crown, wreath, diadem, or other headgear symbolizing the Sun or more generally powers associated with the Sun.

DIASPORA

Odinani, also known as Odinala, Omenala, Odinana, and Omenana[1] (Igbo: Ọdịnanị/Ọ̀dị̀nàlà), is the traditional cultural belief and practice of the Igbo people of south east Nigeria.[2] These terms, as used here in the Igbo language, are synonymous with the traditional Igbo "religious system" which was not considered separate from the social norms of ancient or traditional Igbo societies. Theocratic in nature, spirituality played a huge role in their everyday lives. Although it has largely been syncretised with Catholicism, the indigenous belief system remains in strong effect among the rural, village and diaspora populations of the Igbo. (Nigerian ASĖ; Chicago and Ethiopia)

JEWS I PROTECT

Proponents of the Kenite hypothesis explain this inconsistency as a preserved implication that the cult of Yahweh said to have been created by Moses had a known pre-history. Further indirect support for the Kenites being the true bearers of the Yahwistic faith is taken from the positive portrayal of Kenites in the rest of the Tanakh. Kenites and some groups closely associated with them appear to have been known as fervid devotees of their god Yahweh, even during times when Yahweh's own chosen people, the Israelites, had at large abandoned his worship.

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Clones as Incorrect Quotes 2/2 Master Post (Domino Squad Lives AU and Fives+332nd Live AU version)

Unholy mixture of random generators, unsolved/ghost files banter, and things my friends have said

Mostly just headcanons following below

A few notes for these: Tup is NB he/they. Hardcase is genderfluid. Vaughn is agender they/them. Nax is a she/her. Jesse has no idea how any of this works, someone help him. Domino Squad Lives AU has the main blue boys interact with the 212th on a more personal level, so some of these involve a mix of the two groups. Every single character is having an existential crisis in the other AU. NO CLONESHIPPING HERE!

(Domino Squad Lives Fix-It AU):

Echo: Do you take constructive criticism?

Cutup: No, only cash or credit.

Waxer: The best part of an oreo is the cookie part, not the frosting. Deal with it.

Echo: Darkness without light is an abyss. Light without darkness is blinding. You cannot have a coin with one side.

Boil: YO SOCRATES! IT'S A FUCKING COOKIE!

*Everyone is playing a board game together*

Cutup: I will put 'A' down to make 'A'.

Droidbait: I will add onto your 'A' to make 'AT'.

Hevy: I will add onto your 'AT' to make 'RAT'

Echo: I will add onto your 'RAT' to make

'BIOSTRATAGRAPHIC’.

Hevy: *flips the board*

Cutup: *standing on a balcony and sneezes*

Fives: *standing on the roof* Bless you.

Cutup: God?!

Cutup: Get in loser, we're going shopping.

Droidbait: This is a McDonald's drive thru.

Nax: Arson? Oh, you mean "crime brûlée".

Wooley: I need life advice.

Cutup, sipping Gatorade and eating cookie dough: You came to the right person.

Fives: *coughs blood*

Droidbait: Don't die, Fives!

Fives: Don't tell me what to do!

Cutup: I'm not mean. Name one mean thing I've ever done.

Droidbait: When we were younger, you convinced me eggs weren't real.

Cutup: They're not.

Droidbait: Haha, very funny.

Cutup: I'm serious. Didn't you hear?

Droidbait: No... what happened?

Cutup: …Why would you fall for this again-

Shapeshifter: *transforms to look like Cutup*

Cutup: Okay, are you like BLIND? You look nothing like me. First off, I'm way taller. Secondly, I DO NOT look so sleep deprived and lastly, if you could drag comb through that hair you're like a 7 on a good day and I've been told I'm a constant 10.

Droidbait: Quitting! It's like trying, but easier.

Hevy: I like to play this game called nap roulette. I take a nap and don't set an alarm. Will it be 20 min or 4 hours? Nobody knows. It's risky and I like it.

Cutup: Hello friends!

His Squad:

Cutup: You might be wondering why I'm stuck to the ceiling

Cutup: You're mean!

Droidbait: You're meaner!

Cutup: Yeah, well, you're ugly too!

Droidbait: You're uglier!

Cutup: You're a dumbass!

Droidbait: You're a dumberass!

Cutup: You think "dumberass" is a good insult!

*Cutup and Hevy are planning to break in somewhere*

Cutup: We need to distract the guards.

Hevy: Right.

Cutup: What are we gonna do?

Hevy: I'm gonna break their elbows while you poke their eyes.

Cutup:

Hevy:

Cutup: Deal.

Nax: Hey, DB! Did you know you’re my BFFLWYLION?

Droidbait: What the hell is that supposed to mean?

Nax: Best Friend For Life Whether You Like It Or Not.

Droidbait:

Droidbait: That’s one way to say it, I guess…

Wooley: I am strong! I beat Droidbait at arm wrestling!

Hevy: Anyone can beat Droidbait at arm wrestling!

Droidbait: Hey-

*Cutup sends more than 5 messages in a row*

Hevy: I ain’t reading all that.

Hevy: I’m happy for you tho.

Hevy: Or sorry that happened.

Cutup, to Wooley: You know, Hevy can be really aggressive, so it's important to take all the necessary precautions when approaching.

Cutup: *blows airhorn at Hevy* GET FUCKED!

Hevy: *Posts a super low-quality image to the group chat*

Cutup: If I had a dollar for every pixel in this image, I’d have 15 cents.

Hevy: If I had a dollar for every ounce of rage I felt in my body after I read this text, I would have enough money to buy a cannon to fire at you.

Jesse: Actually I did the math, Cutup would have $225, not $0.15.

Cutup: Fam I’m right here....

Wooley: If I had a dollar I would buy a can of soda :)

Tup: while you’re there could you buy me an apply juice please?

Wooley: Sorry I only have a dollar.

Tup: :(

Jesse: Hey I just realized my friend is right, Echo would have $22,500 because it's a dollar for every pixel, not a cent.

Wooley: If I had $22,500 I would buy a can of soda and an apply juice.

Jesse: You can buy anything you want with $22,500.

Fives: Yeah and he wants soda and apply juice.

Echo: Apply juice to what.

Fives: Directly to the forehead.

Rex: Great chat everyone.

Droidbait, opening a Capri Sun: Guess I'll drink my sorrows away.

Echo: Time for plan G.

Wooley: Don’t you mean plan B?

Echo: No, we tried plan B a long time ago. I had to skip over plan C due to technical difficulties.

Droidbait: What about plan D?

Echo: Plan D was that desperate disguise attempt half an hour ago.

Tup: What about plan E?

Echo: I’m hoping not to use it. Cutup dies in plan E.

Boil: I like plan E.

Oddball: Are we really going to let Hevy keep Beam?

Cody: We kept Cutup.

Kix: Someone’s trying to break in. Call the cops!

Droidbait: *loads shotgun* I got this.

Kix: Last week you fell up the stairs, what do you mean-

The poor Jedi that got Cutup assigned to them after the war: I assume you realize that this kind of idiocy will not be tolerated in this Order.

Cutup: Is there any kind of idiocy you would be more comfortable with?

*At the police station*

Denal: Hi, I’m here for Domino Squad.

Corrie guard: Who’s Domino Squad?

Denal: Ah, you must be new.

Fox: What has the galaxy ever done for you?! Why would you wanna save it?!

Jesse: Cause I’m one of the idiots who lives in it!

Hevy: How does that even work?

Droidbait, mocking him: hOw dO yOu UsE a cOmPUteR aNd KnOw wHaTS GoiNg oN iT DoEsNt mAke SeNSe?!

Hevy: Your face doesn't make sense.

Cody, to Trapper: If you see Cutup, give him this message *makes a neutral face*

Cody: He’ll know what it means.

*later*

Trapper: oh, and Cody said to give you a message.

Trapper: *makes a neutral face*

Cutup: Oh no. The neutral face of displeasure.

Hairdresser: How would you like your hair cut?

Fives: Preferably with scissors, but a sword could be badass.

Longshot: If you don't stop talking, I'm going to jump out of that window.

Cutup: ...We're on the ground floor.

Longshot: I know but I want a dramatic exit.

Hevy: I have no respect for Santa. Don’t sneak in through the chimney and undermine my authority by bringing my family presents. Walk in through the front door and fight me like a man.

Denal: What do you call disobeying the law?

Domino Squad: A hobby.

Denal: *crosses his arms*

Domino Squad: That we do not engage in.

Droidbait to Tup: First rule of battle, vod’ika... don’t ever let them know where you are.

Hardcase, shooting out of frame: WHOO-HOO! I’M RIGHT HERE! I’M RIGHT HERE! YOU WANT SOME O’ ME?! YEAH YOU DO! COME ON! COME ON! AAAAAH! Whoo-hoo!

Droidbait: 'Course, there’re other schools of thought.

Hevy: Really love that airports have to specify that you're NOT allowed grenades. Like damn there go my traveling plans

Droidbait: Ideally we get down there and Cutup’s just dead. And then we can end the mission, and I can go home. Obviously very sad, thoughts and prayers, but... I don't have to go down there, then. So... *weighs options between his hands* Lose brother, don't have to go in the tunnel. I think it comes out to be a wash, to be honest, so…

Hevy, about possibly getting too beefy for the armor: Regulations won’t look as good as my thighs will so they aren't valid.

Fives+332nd Live AU (possible official titles include Bones In The Ocean AU and Resistance Leaders AU, I’m workshopping it rn)

*The squad has just arrived in a new city. Fives looks around at the wanted posters to see if he’s on any of them.*

Omega: Fives, are you a criminal?

Fives: Not here, I'm not!

Rex: Uuh, watcha got there?

Fives, with a lightsaber: A smoothie.

Fives: Damn, Tech, are you secretly cool?

Tech: Well, poker is just math, so I guess it depends on if you consider the mathematician, Carl Friedrich Gauss, cool.

Fives: I do not.

Ahsoka, texting CF99: Want to help me murder someone?

Echo: Sure who we hitting?

Ahsoka: someone who looks evil

Some guy: What am I supposed to do?

Bounty Hunter Fives: If I were you? I’d try and make peace with whatever deity, pantheon, or Divine Other you believe in.

Some guy: I’m an atheist.

Fives: Then just get ready to die I guess.

Fives: So, are you two friends?

Omega: Yes.

Crosshair: No.

Fives: Hello Crosshair, made anyone cry today?

Crosshair: Sadly, no. But it’s only 4:30.

Fives: If you put a milkshake in one yard and crack open a cold one in another yard, which yard would the boys go to?

Echo: Schrödinger's boys.

Crosshair: FUCK!

Wrecker: What about cracking open a cold milkshake?

Tech: As we all know, the milkshake brings the boys to the yard. The presence of the boys is a prerequisite for the cracking open of a cold one, but cold ones do not have any inherent boy-attracting abilities. Milkshakes, however, do.

Tech: All else being equal, the boys would proceed to the milkshake yard. While it is possible to announce the presence of cold ones in the hope of attracting some boys, the pull of the milkshake is much more powerful by comparison.

Fives: ...

Echo: ...

Crosshair: ...

Wrecker: ...

Tech: Mind you, all of this nonsense hinges on whether or not the boys are back in town.

Fives: It’s impossible to make a sentence without using the letter a.

Tech: Despite your thinking, it is quite possible, yet difficult, to form one without the specific letter. Here’s one more to further disprove your theory.

Fives: Fuck you.

The self-taught medic with no license in the lower levels: Fives’ a 10 but that's all we know about him.

Kix: Bottling up negative emotions is bad for your health, so you shouldn't do it.

Ahsoka: I know, that's why I bottle up all my emotions, both positive and negative, so it cancels out.

Kix: Th-that's not how that works-

Fives, to the BB: The real secret to immortality? Not dying. You want to be immortal? Okay, that’s easy. Just don’t die. That’s it. Refuse to die. There you go.

Tech: But how-

Fives, ignoring him: “But how”, you may ask. Well, easy. Just don’t do it. Refuse to. Say “no thanks”.

Echo: *nods sagely*

All of them: If I can't cause tiny bits of chaos every day, I think my body will shut down.

Fives: FIGHT ME, YOU NERD ASS SLUT!

Tech: At least try to sound slightly more sophisticated when you threaten someone.

Fives: Oh, I'm sorry. I should ask; dost thou want to engage in a duel, my good bitch?

Tech: Somehow that's worse.

Rex: Think you can answer some questions without the usual level of sarcasm?

Crosshair: If you can ask the questions without the usual level of stupid.

Hunter: Didn't you die?

Fives: That was months ago, dude. Things change.

Omega: A mosquito tried to bite me and I slapped it and killed it.

Omega: And I started thinking.

Omega: Like, it was just trying to get food.

Omega: What if I went to the fridge and it just slammed the door shut and snapped my neck?

Hunter: Are you ok?

Jesse 5 months into Resistance work: You know I think my life has value.

Wrecker: Who are you and what have you done with Jesse?!

Fives: I'm so sad woa woa womp womp.

Echo: I am tired of fighting my own demons, give me physical ones.

Fives, months into being on the run: I’d kill to go absolutely ham on a dexter-grade hamburgussy.

Echo: Nothing wrong with a little government overthrowing in the sake of friendship.

Wrecker: Aw you little reg guy.

Dogma: Shut up do not call me that.

Omega: Gentleman ori’vod.

Dogma: Stop I am a STRANGER who is RUDE!

Echo after Fives tells him that he tried to assassinate Palpatine: Yeah I think fighting the Chancellor’s a pretty good way to get labeled a traitor.