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[daisychains111]

even though I'm a very avid reader, I have the horrible habit of skimming and it came back to bite me today bc I'm rereading darkest minds and I got to the part where ruby is telling liam about her parents/Sam and am sobbing bc I had never read the part where ruby says that she was "Sam's 'Chubs' until she wasn't" and for some reason I had never realized how close they had been(even though im also pretty sure they have a cute reunion scene in ITA but i need to reread the whole book too bc its been forever and tbh i dont remember how it ends) and it just broke my heart idk...anyway don't skim your books kids

[nerds-yearbook]

In 1945 World War II had kept front line nurse Claire Randall and soldier husband Frank apart. Now that the war was concluded, the two embarked on a second honeymoon. Not only did Frank hope to reconnect with his wife, but looked to reconnect with his family’s past so chose to visit his ancestral home. Things seemed to be going well until Claire suddenly found herself hurled back to the year 1743 where she met one of Frank’s ancestors. ("Sassenach", Outlander, TV)

[vampiricbisexuality]

What is the Landlady

It’s a suspense short story written by Roald Dahl about a 17yo boy, Billy Weaver, who recently moved from London to Bath to become a businessman. He was too focused on becoming a “brisk” businessman he didn’t realize that the bed and breakfast he was staying at was a tad… Peculiar. As was the landlady.

I’d highly recommend it, here’s a link to a pdf for it! :3

[willstafford]

The Car's the Star

CHITTY CHITTY BANG BANG Birmingham Hippodrome, Tuesday 4th March 2025 Based on the book by Ian Fleming (yes, that Ian Fleming), the film adaptation (by Roald Dahl, no less) is a firm family favourite.  Now this new stage production takes to the road, landing at the Hippodrome for a brief stay.  Of course, translating the material from book to film to stage involves making changes.  The Ian…

[pedroscurls]

feels like home

PART 1: SOMETHIN' IN YOUR EYES

summary: joel meets the new bartender at the tipsy bison and finds himself opening up in ways he didn't think was possible anymore.

pairing: jackson!joel x fem!reader content warning(s): alcohol consumption, age gap (joel is in 50s, reader is in 30s), mutual attraction/pining, joel calls you darlin' and angel, mention of death/grief, no physical description of reader, no use of y/n. word count: 4.3k a/n: it's been a very long time since i've written a multi-chaptered fic, but the song feels like home has consumed my thoughts and made me think about joel, so i had to write a story about it. the song will be a constant theme through this story, so please stay tuned and if you wanna give it a listen, it makes the reading experience even better <3 song: feels like home by randy newman (jørgen dahl moe cover) series masterlist.

When Joel arrived in Jackson with Ellie for the first time, it felt like a dream. It was a glimpse of what the world used to be before the outbreak and right in the middle of it was Tommy. The plan was to never stay in Jackson—he had promised Ellie he would take her to the Fireflies—but after Salt Lake City, Joel knew that Jackson was the only place that could give Ellie a sense of normalcy in an otherwise fucked up world. 

At first, Ellie had a hard time adjusting to Jackson. She had been on edge—after all, the young girl only ever knew about quarantine zones and FEDRA. Everything about Jackson felt too good to be true and she struggled to accept the fact that she deserved to be here. Ellie believed that her main purpose in this life was to cure the sickness that took over this world, but now it no longer was possible. She felt like she failed—the same way she failed Sam. So when Joel decided that Jackson was going to be the place they’d spend the rest of their days at, she battled with the possibility of living a different life than what other people had told her. 

But then she met Jesse. Cat. Dina. Ellie had established her own community with people her age and finally, she felt hopeful—optimistic. Maybe she could find another way to make her life matter. 

Joel, on the other hand, had made the conscious decision to keep to himself. He knew that he didn’t need anyone else other than Ellie, Tommy, Maria, and Benjamin. If people around the community needed help, Joel wouldn’t hesitate to offer his assistance—as long as he was capable—but that was the extent of his socializing. It was purely transactional. There’s a part of him that wishes he can open himself up in a way that Ellie has—even in a way that Tommy and Maria have—but he knows that there’s a fear that lingers in the pit of his stomach. He lost Sarah. He lost Tess. 

And he almost lost Ellie. 

Joel can’t let anyone else in, can’t let anyone get too close because there’s still the reality that not everyday is a guarantee. It gnaws at him—persistent, ever-present—that he can’t get too comfortable. Jackson provides a sense of security, a sense of safety but he knows… Joel knows that anything can happen. If he lets another person in—if he opens his heart and lowers his guard—there’s a strong possibility that his world will shatter all over again. 

“You know, it wouldn’t hurt to socialize,” Tommy says, watching Joel hold Benjamin in his arms. The baby wiggles and for a fleeting moment, Tommy sees the same man that held Sarah for the first time. 

“Now why would I do that?” Joel asks, bringing his free hand to Benjamin's face. The baby gurgles and reaches up to grip Joel’s finger in his tiny hand. “I got all that I need right here.” 

“Joel, come on.” Tommy shakes his head. 

“M’fine, Tommy. I got Ellie. Got you and Maria, and this little guy, too.” 

“Don’t it get lonely, Joel?” 

Joel’s jaw tightens. Tommy notices. “Ain’t lonely.” 

Tommy sighs. “Ellie’s worried about you.”

Joel takes his eyes away from Benjamin to look over at Tommy. His eyes soften instantly and he leans back against the couch, slowly rocking the baby in his arms. “She shouldn’t be.” 

“But she is,” Tommy responds. “She’s getting to that age where she’s gonna want to spend more time with her friends and less time with you.” 

“M’fine,” he repeats. “I’ll talk to her.” 

“Joel…” Tommy says quietly. “At least have some fun.”

“Fun?” Joel arches a brow. 

“Yeah, you know… Get laid or somethin’.” 

Joel lets out a quiet chuckle and shakes his head. “Ain’t talkin’ with you about this.” 

“Oh please,” Tommy rolls his eyes. “You have eyes. So many women around here would love to get a chance with the mysterious Joel Miller,” he smirks. 

Joel gently takes his hand away from Benjamin's grip to reach for a throw pillow, chucking it in the direction of his younger brother. Tommy easily dodges the pillow and both men erupt in quiet laughter. Maria descends the stairs and smiles in both directions before Joel stands and gently hands her Benjamin. The baby immediately curls against Maria and he chuckles. “He’s a mama’s boy, ain’t he?” 

“He’s got a soft spot for daddy,” Tommy laughs. He stands from the couch and walks over to Maria. He places a hand on her lower back and presses a gentle kiss on her cheek. “Joel and I are gonna head to the Tipsy Bison. Want me to grab some food on my way back?” 

Maria shakes his head. “It’s okay, baby. Gonna make some soup.” 

Tommy nods and then glances over at Joel, grinning. “We’re going to the Tipsy Bison.” 

“Didn’t tell me that.” 

“Just did.” 

Joel rolls his eyes. “One drink, that’s all.” 

Tommy nods, clasping his older brother’s shoulders. “One drink,” he grins. 

Joel walks alongside Tommy, hands moving into his pockets. He can hear the chatter coming from inside the bar and when he steps inside, it becomes too much all at once. Tommy leads him to two seats at the counter and Joel sits down immediately, nodding once in Tommy’s direction. 

“Go on then,” he says. 

“Just gonna say some hi to some folks,” Tommy replies apologetically. “Then I’ll be back.” 

Joel shrugs. “Duty calls, little brother, but after one drink, I’m headin’ home.” He rests his forearms on the edges of the counter, squeezing himself far away from everyone else as possible. 

He glances up only to see Seth walk at the opposite end of the bar, but the older man gives him a nod—a signal to let him know that he’s next. Joel’s mind drifts to Ellie—had she really been that worried about him? He sighs to himself, lowers his head and taps his fingers impatiently—anxiously—against the wooden countertop. 

Tommy’s words come to mind: Get laid. He scoffs quietly to himself. Joel knows the last time he’s been with anyone intimately was Tess and even then, he couldn’t open himself up in a way that she wanted—he had always been guarded. It worked with Tess because she never pushed; there was an unspoken agreement, an understanding that it would never be more than just sex. 

And he’s older now—he can’t just go around the community, hooking up with women just to alleviate the loneliness he feels. Joel would never admit it, but the house does feel more quiet, empty now that Ellie’s in the garage. 

Suddenly, he hears a voice that pulls him out of his thoughts. In a loud room filled with chatter and laughter, Joel zeroes in on you. He looks up and sees you quickly make your way to Seth, pulling on a faded, dark green waist apron that you tie around your waist. 

“I’m so sorry, Seth,” Joel hears you say. “I overslept and—”

“It’s fine. You’re here now. We got a busy night,” Seth responds. “Can you get Joel?” 

Joel’s eyes quickly avert to stare at the decoration that’s hung along the wall, but there’s a pull that he feels in the pit of his stomach. Something he can’t ignore because he glances back in your direction and his eyes meet your own. He clears his throat—there’s something in your eyes that makes all the tension melt away. It’s soft, inviting, welcoming—there’s a sudden sense of calm and peace that washes over him under your gaze. 

Then, he sees you smile. You nod at Seth and begin walking in his direction. Joel straightens up in his seat—he can feel his heart beating faster as you approach him. He’s never seen you around Jackson before and he didn’t know that Seth had help here at the Tipsy Bison either—socializing, he can hear Tommy’s voice in his head. If Joel had bothered to socialize, maybe he would have seen you sooner. 

“Hi,” you smile, hands resting against the edge of the counter. You’re standing in front of him—eyes still locked with his own. “What can I get you?” 

“Just a beer,” he answers. Joel doesn’t return your smile with his own, but you don’t falter. You give him a nod and grab a glass before turning around to pour the beer into his mug. He shouldn’t look—Joel knows he shouldn’t—but he can’t help the way his eyes deviate from your shoulders down to your waist and hips, settling on the nice curves of your plump ass, down your legs and back up. He lets his eyes rake over your frame a few seconds longer before you turn back around, glass filled with beer and the same kind smile on your lips. 

“Thank you,” Joel mutters, watching you set the glass right in front of him. “Are you new around here?” He asks. 

You shake your head and move to cross your arms over your chest. Joel’s gaze flickers briefly—you’re wearing a v-neck shirt and your movement causes a more prominent showing of cleavage. 

“Not in Jackson, but new here at the Tipsy Bison,” you answer. “I teach during the day and then help Seth out at night on some nights.” 

“Why?” Joel asks. 

You shrug. “Because he needed help… Besides, that’s what Jackson’s all about, isn’t it?” 

Joel lets the corner of his lips turn upwards—he knew exactly what you meant. He liked feeling useful, liked to keep busy by helping people around the town too. “Yeah, yeah guess you’re right. I’m Joel.” 

“Oh, I know who you are,” you grin. There’s a glint of mischief in your eyes—like you know something he doesn’t. 

Joel arches a brow. “Huh. What’s with that look?” 

“Nothing.” 

“Ain’t look like nothin’ to me.” Joel answers, lifting the glass of beer to his lips and taking a swig of the contents. 

“You just—” Joel sees you bite your lower lip nervously as he watches your eyes move towards the length of his neck, down to his throat when he swallows. “A lot of women like to talk, that’s all.” 

“Yeah?” Joel smirks. “And what do they say, darlin’?” 

You narrow your eyes and lean forward—almost in his personal space, but not quite. “Wouldn’t you like to know, Mr. Miller.” Then, you step back and wink at him. Before he can even say a word, you turn on your heel to help the other patrons who had been flagging you down to get their order. Joel watches you carefully, sees you glance over your shoulder in his direction. Your eyes meet his again and Joel feels that same calmness wash over him. He didn’t even get a chance to ask you for your name. 

Tommy breaks him out of his thoughts by plopping down on the barstool next to him. When he waves his hand, it’s Seth that comes by to take the other man’s order—a glass of scotch, neat. 

“Sorry,” he mumbles to Joel. 

“All good,” Joel answers. “Hey, I didn’t know that Seth got some help runnin’ this place.” 

Tommy arches a brow and then glances at Joel before his eyes sweep the area—until they land on you. Then, a knowing smirk lines his lips as he brings the glass up to his lips. 

“If you’d come out more often, you’d know.” 

Joel rolls his eyes. “What’s her name?” 

Tommy chuckles. “You tellin’ me you didn’t ask her?” 

“Was gonna,” Joel mutters under his breath. “But she got busy.” 

“Well then,” the younger man winks. “That’s your homework for tonight.” 

Joel scoffs and gently shoves Tommy. “Get outta here.” 

Tommy laughs quietly and sets the glass down back on the counter. “Come on, Joel. She keeps looking over here at you. Have some fun.” 

Joel looks over at you and catches your stare. You bite your lower lip again. Under his gaze, you feel your cheeks heat up and spread along your chest and neck. You try to busy yourself, but you can’t help the tug you feel in your chest—like an invisible string tying you to him, a reminder that he’s just right there. 

“Maybe,” Joel finally says. “Maybe.” 

Tommy grins broadly and clinks his glass with Joel’s. “Attaboy. ‘Sides, I think she’d be good for you. She’ll certainly keep you on your toes, that’s for sure.” 

Joel looks away from you and turns to Tommy, curiosity spread across his features. “What’s that supposed to mean?” 

“Guess there’s only one way to find out, isn’t there?” Tommy chuckles. 

“You’re annoying. Talkin’ in riddles and shit,” Joel shakes his head. 

“All I’m sayin’,” Tommy smiles. “Is that you deserve to have some fun… and so does she.” 

“Right,” Joel replies. He takes another swig of his beer and sets his now empty glass on the counter. He’s about to stand up when you appear right in front of both the Miller brothers. Tommy nods your way, smiling politely and kindly like he usually does. You return the smile, but when your eyes move to Joel’s, it’s like you’re rooted where you stand.

“Need another refill?” You ask. 

Joel shakes his head. “One’s enough, darlin’. Thank you though.” 

“Oh,” you reply—disappointment in your tone. “Well, have a good night, Joel.” 

You turn around and Tommy nudges Joel, his arm shoving against the older man’s—a gentle reminder for him to ask your name. It’s a gentle push of encouragement. Joel sighs inaudibly and stands up, quietly calling out to you, “Wait, hey…” 

You turn around instantly and look up at him—biting that lower lip again that Joel suddenly feels the urge to do himself. “Yeah?” 

“I didn’t catch your name,” he says, hand coming up to rub the back of his neck. 

A bright smile lines your lips and you answer, telling him your name. Joel smiles to himself and he nods, pocketing both hands into his jeans. “Nice to meet you, darlin’.” 

“Hope I get to see you around here more often, Joel.” There’s a hopeful tone in your voice and neither of you bother to even break eye contact. Tommy’s watching this interaction unfold with excitement because finally, you might be the reason to help Joel see that there is more to this life than what he had gotten used to. 

“As long as you’re here, maybe,” Joel smiles, nodding once in your direction before he breaks the gaze to look at Tommy. 

“Good night, big brother,” Tommy winks. 

“Night,” Joel answers, hand coming up to clasp the younger man’s shoulder. He squeezes once before he turns on his heel to leave the building, but not before he spares another glance at you. 

Joel sits at his workbench later that night, staring at the unfinished guitar he was working on. It’s late and he knows Ellie’s at Dina’s for the night. Tommy’s words echo in his mind as his hand brushes along the wood. 

Don’t it get lonely, Joel?

Joel sighs and stands from the stool. It is lonely. It has been lonely, but the fear of opening himself up to let someone in is far too risky. 

Then, his mind drifts to the brief interaction with you. There had been something in your eyes that pulled him in and made him want to stay. You had a way of making all of the noise disappear—that with one look, he felt like he could breathe. 

The Tipsy Bison is closing soon and Joel doesn’t hesitate to grab his coat and leave his home. He doesn’t give himself enough time to talk himself out of it because Tommy’s right. He does deserve to have some fun—it doesn’t need to be serious, he tells himself. 

After a few minutes, Joel steps inside and revels in the quiet. He glances around, notices a few lingering patrons that are sitting at the counter. He wonders if they have the same thoughts that usually keep him up at night. Then, Joel sees you in his peripheral. You’re wiping down the tables, extremely focused as you move throughout the area. Joel clears his throat and walks over to you. He watches your gaze move from the table and up at him—suddenly, a smile lines your lips. 

“Joel,” you say quietly. 

“Hi,” he replies—barely above a whisper. He points to the towel in your hand and asks, “You need some help?” 

“Oh,” you answer, shocked. “You don’t have to. I got this and—”

Joel shakes his head and then gently reaches out to take the towel from your hands. “That’s what Jackson is all about, ain’t it?” He grins, winking in your direction. 

“Yeah,” you bite your lower lip and nod. “Thank you.” 

“Anytime, angel.” Joel then moves to the other tables that you hadn’t yet cleaned and you watch him for a moment. He had removed his coat and draped it over a vacant barstool. You watch his strong arms move across the table—muscles flexing through the white t-shirt he’s wearing. 

You’ve heard women talk about him, have even heard some stories from some men too, but there was just something about Joel that you wanted to get to know. The women found him attractive—stoic, quiet, mysterious. The men were intimidated by him—stories from his past coming to light. 

You watch the fabric of his shirt stretch over his broad back and when he rests one hand on the table to brace himself while he reaches for the top of it, you watch as the shirt rides up slowly to reveal the waistband of his boxers and jeans. You clear your throat, turning around quickly to retrieve another towel. 

Seth had left for the night, leaving it up to you to close. You didn’t mind though—it gets very lonely in your home. It’s one of the reasons why you offered to help him out because when you’re alone, especially at night, the lingering thoughts start to surface. Being around other people, busying yourself, helps keep those thoughts at bay. 

When you dampen the towel with water, you walk back over to Joel and begin wiping it down. Joel glances up at you and he smiles—big enough for you to see the dimple that appears on his cheek. 

You look away for a moment to see the last couple of people leave—now just you and Joel alone. 

“So,” he says quietly. “Teacher, huh?” 

“It was either teaching or cooking,” you laugh quietly. “And I don’t want you all to suffer from my cooking.” 

Joel lets out a quiet chuckle. “Not much of a cook?”

“God, no. Everything I seem to make either burns or is bland as shit.” 

Joel’s laughter becomes louder now—he feels lighter around you, like all of the problems of the world no longer rest on his shoulders. “Can’t say I’m any different.” 

“No?” You smile, moving to the table nearby. Joel follows you, standing on the other end. 

“Nah,” he shakes his head. “Before all of this,” Joel begins, waving his hand in the air. “My baby girl used to cook for me.” When he looks at you, you’re staring at him with the softest eyes—it makes him feel like it’s okay to talk about Sarah. “My daughter, she was…” he bites his lower lip. “She was the best.” 

You stop wiping the table and walk around to stand next to him. Gently, you rest a hand on his shoulder and you can see the pain etched on his features. You can feel the tension in his body. “Yeah? What would she cook for you?” 

Joel relaxes under your touch. “Anything. Everything. Most nights, I’d come home late because I was workin’. She’d be there when I’d get home—food on a plate on our dining table. Would say you’re late dad, but you need to eat.” Tears sting his eyes. “She took care of me… when I should’ve been taking care of her.” 

Slowly, you bring him to sit down on the chair and you sir across from him. Your hand moves from his shoulder to his hand—it’s so much bigger than your own. “I’m sure you did your best,” you say quietly. “And I’m sure she knew that.” 

Joel shrugs, doesn’t respond. He’s already said too much—his walls have come down and he isn’t sure what it is about you that makes it so easy. 

“Sorry,” Joel mumbles. “We just met and here I am, cryin’ all over you.” 

You smile and meet his eyes—Joel can’t help but get lost in your gaze. He’s already thinking and yearning for the next time he gets to see you again. 

“I guess I owe you one then, huh?” You smile, but it doesn’t reach your eyes. 

“Oh, angel. You don’t have to—”

You squeeze his hand and shake your head. “I’m always asking people if they need help because it’s hard for me when the world is quiet…” You keep your hand over his but you drop your eyes to the floor. “I like when I’m busy, when I’m around other people because then my mind doesn’t ever get a chance to remind me of all the horrible shit I’ve done or seen.” 

Joel sets the towel on the table and rests his hand over your own. He holds it on his lap, thumb brushing along the back of your hand—it’s a subtle gesture to comfort you, to reassure you that he’s here and he’s listening. 

Joel nods—he understands completely. 

“I had a younger brother,” you tell him. “The world ended when we were so young and our parents were gone before that. He had such a big heart, even in this world. Always wanting to help people, never wanting them to hurt. In the end, it only got him killed.” You bite the inside of your cheek as you slowly pull your hand from Joel’s. “He would have loved Jackson.” 

“M’sorry, angel,” Joel whispers, already missing the feel of your hand in his own. 

“I’m sorry too,” you reply quietly. “I bet your girl would’ve loved Jackson too.” 

Joel nods, smiles sadly and then stands up. “She would have, yeah. Come on. Let’s finish cleanin’ so I can walk you home.” 

“You know it’s late right?” You tell him, standing from your chair. “You don’t have to stay this long.” 

Joel shrugs. “Guess I also don’t want to give my mind a chance to remind me of all the people I’ve lost, or the things I’ve done either.” 

You nod—it’s a shared understanding that only Joel has made you feel. For the rest of the time, both you and Joel clean the tables and the counter of the bar. After about half an hour, you lead him out of the Tipsy Bison and lock the door behind you. 

Joel walks alongside you, hands in his pockets as he glances at you repeatedly from the corners of his eyes. He isn’t sure why he even mentioned Sarah—she had always been such a sensitive topic—but he couldn’t help how easy it was with you, how you bring a sense of peace that he hasn’t felt in decades. 

He allows you to lead the way and as you both continue to walk in a comfortable silence, Joel feels you slowly move closer to him. He can’t help but smile to himself. 

“So,” you begin, glancing up at him. 

“So,” he repeats. 

“Will I see you again?” You ask—hopeful. “Can I see you again?” 

Joel smiles and sees your home come into view. He walks you towards the front door and nods, moving a hand from his pocket to tuck a fallen strand of hair behind your ear. “Yeah, I think that can be arranged.” 

“I like talking to you,” you grin—the heat in your cheeks rises once more at the feeling of his touch against your cheek. He drops his hand back to his side. 

“Me too. You make all the noise go away,” he admits.

You bite your lower lip and watch as his eyes deviate to your lips—it only makes you feel warmer. “Talking about the hard stuff… it’s easy with you.” 

Joel smiles—the dimple appearing yet again on his scruffy cheek. “Yeah?” 

You nod. “Yeah,” you answer. 

“Good,” Joel says. “Because it’s easy with you too.” 

There’s a flicker of excitement that Joel catches in your eyes and it’s contagious—your joy, your happiness. “I haven’t let anyone in,” you whisper quietly. “Not since losing my brother.” 

Joel nods in understanding. “Me too,” he whispers. “I almost lost Ellie and I told myself that I didn’t need to open up to anyone else, but then…” he brings his hand back up to your cheek, brushes the pad of thumb across your soft skin. “But then I saw you tonight and there’s just somethin’ in your eyes that makes me feel… Lighter. Calmer.” 

You clear your throat quietly and nod—his big, brown eyes are staring directly at you. You had seen Joel around Jackson before and while he never noticed you—too focused to get home or not bothering to make small talk with people he passed by—you couldn’t help but have this strange feeling that he made you feel safe. So when you saw him at the Tipsy Bison tonight and felt his eyes finally meet yours, that feeling of safety just amplified. 

Suddenly, you wrap your arms around him and rest your cheek against his chest. You can feel the warmth radiate in the pit of your stomach, can hear the sound of his heart beating. Then, when his strong arms wrap around you as well, you melt into him. 

He feels like home. 

Joel’s taken by surprise when your arms wrap around him, but his arms waste no time in wrapping itself around you. He feels you lean into him and he shuts his eyes, buries his face against your hair. 

You feel like home.  

“Good night, Joel,” you whisper against him. 

“G’night, angel,” he replies. 

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[sallie-nathalies]

Bachelors and bachelorettes naming their children.

Which names they will suggest if you ask?

Shane after Jas' parents or Marnie. Examples: anything you headcanon, freestyle. I particularly headcanon they were named Jack and Tess.

Elliott after his favorite literature authors or things related to the sea. Examples: Meredith (lady of the sea) , Dylan (son of the sea), Gabriel (García Márquez), Emily (Bronte).

Harvey he would like to name them after something related to birds or sky. Examples: Phoenix, Starling, Arnvald (eagle), Robin.

Sebastián he would like to name his children after stuff related to water bodies (like the lake he used to smoke or the sea) where he used to smoke and talk with you. Examples: River, Marina, Kai, Brooke.

Sam after rock songs or his own parents. Examples: Layla (Eric Clapton), Gloria (Patti Smith), Bobby Jean (Bruce Springsteen).

Alex after her mother and some famous Gridball player (I headcanon Gridball is like Rugby). Brian (O'Driscoll), Dan (Carter), Francois (Pienaar).

Penny after children literature heroes that inspired her when she was younger. Examples: Matilda (Roald Dahl), Harry (Potter, J.K Rowling), August (Pullman, R.J.Palacio), Anne (Shirley, L.M.Montgomery).

Maru after famous scientists or foreigner names with special meaning (Japanese, Indian, Latin...). Examples: Mae (Jemison), Richard (Feynman), Ananya, Aurelius.

Haley after flowers for girls and trees if they are boys, or after both of you. Examples: Ash, Delilah, Rowan, Violet.

Emily she will look for unique names, with unique meanings. Again, freestyle. Agatha, Orion, Seraphina, Jovian.

Leah after things related to the forest, by meaning. Examples: Sylvia (woman of the forest), Yannick (man of the forest), Hazel, Alder

Abigail after national heroes. Examples : Joan (of Arc), Audie (Murphy), Alexander (Surovov), Boudicca.

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Cap4/Thunderbolts divorce era Bucky watching Sam and Torres in fun goofy interviews (together) alone in a darkened room while "Why Don't You Love Me" by the Dahls plays (loudly) in the background

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[girlfriendsofthegalaxy]

tuesday again 12/17/2024

exactly eleven months unemployed yaaaaay. this is late partly bc i went into a fugue state with a craft

listening

the genshin album with the song im obsessed with is finally officially out. this is background music in the Flower Feather Clan, who are loosely gaucho-inspired but also ride giant firebirds? sick as shit.

it reminds me a lot of aaron copland's rodeo suite and his billy the kid ballet, especially the little hoedown passage at the end.

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reading

ripping through more stacks of awful fantasy paperbacks. none of them are bad in an interesting way.

great sex reporting as always from sam cole at 404 media. would strongly encourage people to sign up for their newsletter and make a free account to get past the anti-bot-scraping wall

“If anything, the fact that ‘tradwife’ is a trending porn search term reminds me that the entire concept of the tradwife is just influencer marketing in the first place,” Dahl said. “Most tradwife influencers are actually business owners and the primary breadwinners in their homes, so the term itself is kind of an oxymoron if you think about it. Maybe seeing a bunch of porn labeled "tradwife" will help other people to realize that whether it's an Instagram influencer or a Pornhub creator, tradwifery is just a fantasy after all.”

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watching

Tide-Line Blue, a 2005 anime which should feel made especially for me: i love one-season post-apoc anime. it's available on tubi (which is where i found it dicking around for something to watch) but i'm not really sure why it's so difficult to find videos of it on the actual internet.

Tide-Line Blue is set after an environmental disaster later called the "Hammer of Eden" has submerged 90% of the Earth under water and taken six billion lives. The series begins fourteen years after that event with the new and remaining countries being brought together under the New United Nations. However, Gould, a renegade submarine captain wishes to use military force to create peace in the new world order, while Aoi, the secretary-general of the New UN, wishes to use diplomacy, and a boy named Keel finds himself caught up in the middle of it all.

unfortunately this was VERY bad at laying out and explaining the political drama driving the plot. we do not find out Why the rogue submarine captain went rogue until the second to last episode. and not in a teasing raising the stakes way. we spend So much time with this captain, and his decisions feel quite frankly nonsensical a lot of the times without this EXTREMELY important context we do not find out until a halfhearted flashback when he is remembering something. never is this communicated to one of our main POV characters. ever!

i also had to throw my disbelief into the next county bc an astronaut is trapped up there for seven years on a private imaging-based satellite. that man would be dead. it takes the combined powers of many nations and thousands of engineers to keep the ISS at "not currently exploding". and part of that is bc she is very old and only has a little bit of a taste for blood (unlike skylab which actively tried to kill her astronauts at every opportunity) but ONE guy for SEVEN YEARS is still able to make daily transmissions???? that man should be exploded by now. or in organ failure. the human body is not meant to be in space and does not like being in space, as a general rule.

there's a mom that's just. missing. and this is not particularly remarked upon or relevant. i guess she's off doing her own thing? or maybe dead? very unclear. not important but did annoy me.

very pretty pilot episode, and i had a fun time thinking about the ways people survive during massive sea rise, how communications networks without satellites work (i assume there's a lot of bouncing stuff off the moon but the debri cloud around earth looks fucking gnarly in the outer space segments). really do wish this one was better but it is incoherent at best a lot of the time. "eeeee big ship lots of loving shots of instrumentation" only gets me so far

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playing

Two Full Years Of Stardew Valley. i picked the beach farm bc i wanted to spend more time fucking around in the mines and uncovering secrets and romancing someone (i have never successfully romanced someone in stardew valley) and then forgot that the farming game does actually want you to do a lot of farming to progress. kind of wish i had not picked the beach farm but i am making a fucking killing selling void and dino mayo and various cheeses. plus my eels are happy?

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making

my back finally feels mostly very uncomfortable instead of excruciating, and i certainly overdid it today cleaning but my house was Gross. i also ripped apart my vacuum and cleaned the dust canister and filters bc that shit was Gross.

40+ christmas and new years' and some very overdue postcards are in the mail: canadian pals, my post office would not even take yours and said to hang onto them until after the strike. i am so sorry. also i have way more canadian pals than i thought!

there are two kinds of thrift stores: ones that like to bag a billion small items together and have a huge horrible wall of weird bagged shit, and thrift stores that don't do that. this was loose on a shelf, i had to get a goodwill manager to price it, and they said "i dunno. 2.99?" so i have had a very pleasant evening gluing together this extremely thin laser cut wood in the style of a papercraft. thank you goodwill.

[odditiesnoctobermidnightroad]

Vords words from Count Monty Cristo: “ Velcome my LOVELIEzz! Zhis is zhe Vampire-bat-vampire-Count Monty Cristo zpeaking.

I’ve heard there is zomekind of ‘challenge’ going about. It iz involving things to draw, thoughtz to conjure, ideaz to zew. A ‘prompt’, az it vhere. Vhell, OBVIOUZLY I’m zhe best when it comes to ideaz, but because I’m zo very generouz, I’m also giving you a read-at-your-own-pace list of ztoriez -von right after zhe other for each day of October to enjoy for zhis blez’zed October-zeazon.

Read vone each day and illuztrate vhat you zhee az you read; or, draw zomething that inzpired you from reading zhe ztoriez! 

Phantasmagoria by Lewis Carol 

Dracula’s Guest by Bram Stoker

The Signal Man by Charles Dickens

Bluebeard by Charles Perrault 

Godfather Death by The Brothers Grimm

Feathertop by Nathanial Hawthorne

King of the Cats from old Scotland

The Romance of Certain Old Clothes by Henry James

The Shadow by Hans Christian Anderson 

The Landlady by Roald Dahl

There Shall be no Darkness by James Blish 

The New Mother by Lucy Clifford

-DEZIGNATED POEM TIME!!!- The Raven, The Cremation of Sam McGee, The Ballad of Tam Lin, Hist Whist, The Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner 

The Monkey’s Paw by W.W. Jacobs 

There will Come Soft Rains by Ray Bradbury 

The Legend of Sleepy Hollow by Washington Irving

Uncle Otto’s Truck by Stephen King

Oh, Whistle and I’ll come to you My Lad by James Joyce 

The Lottery by Shirley Jackson

Tailypo from Apalachian Folklore

Fritt-Flacc by Jules Verne

An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge by Ambroise Bierce

The Canterville Ghost by Oscar Wilde

Lot. 249 by Arthur Conan Doyle

The Red Room by H. G. Wells 

The Cats of Ulthar by H.P. Lovecraft

The Body Snatcher by Robert Louis Stevenson

The Vampyre by John William Pilodori 

The Shout by Robert Graves 

The Masque of the Red Death or really anything you want by Edgar Allan Poe

Your OWN story

There are zo MANY possibilities to be had! ‘ave at it!” - Monty Cristo

[normalbrothershow]

unfinished list of my fav sam-core characters

• karin / through a glass darkly 1961

• susie hunsecker / sweet smell of success 1957

• toby / oz hbo

• little paul / trust fx

• mrs de winter / rebecca 1940 or the book

• nami / one piece

• peter watson / roald dahl's short story The Swan (not the short film.)

• paula / gaslight 1944

• billy / butcher baker nightmare maker 1981

• margaret (& carlita) / the first omen 2024

honorable mentions where i watched them too long ago to be 100%

• mia / evil dead 2013

• carrie

• vicente/vera / the skin i live in 2011

• laura / laura 1944

• sidney / scream franchise

• kurapika / hxh

• allison / teen wolf

[ramonaflow]

I love these polls so I wanted to do this one again but without Franklin who won last time. I also added some roles that I got in trouble for missing out last time 😅

[fictional-library-tournament]

Prelims round 2, poll 2

Propaganda:

Downing Hill Public Library, Hello from the Hallowoods by William A Wellman:

It’s the largest collection of secret and occult texts on the planet and also a school teaching those of covenant blood (aka their ancestors made a pact with Indescribable gods) to become witches. Their motivations are shady and unknown, but they seem to believe all forbidden books should be under their control and have no qualms about working with some very evil individuals to gain those books. You can check out a spell book of dark magic pretty easily but if you don’t bring it back in time, they will send a horrible raven-amalgamation called the Omen after you.

Mrs Phelps' library, Matilda by Roald Dahl:

Matilda's safe place

Bag End library, The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings by JRR Tolkien:

Not the largest collection, but in possession of THE primary sources regarding the Fellowship of the Ring and the adventure to the Lonely Mountain, as well as several other historical texts and translations that may otherwise have been lost to time without the care and keeping of Bilbo, Frodo, and Sam.

The Black Archives, Doctor Who:

Contains so much alien stuff! And you have to have your memory wiped after every shift so I imagine it messes you up a bit

SCP-4001 "Alexandria Eternal", SCP Foundation

Its books contain the entire true events of all humans dead and alive, its space loops around on itself, the decoration fits the current times at all times, there are about 120 Billion books!

It's the place of all truths of this world but the lighting is shit.

[avkizi]

paranormal investigator dr intro!!!

"milkshakes and cat eyes / lipstick and french fries"

BASICS🕯️୧⋆ ˚｡-------------------------------------------------------------

⚰️ name: mako andromeda fujita

⚰️ nickname/s: none

⚰️ age: 20

⚰️ birthday: 06/04

⚰️ home: lincoln, NE (hometown) mexico city, MX (current)

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⚰️ faceclaims: i dont even have a specific one tbh just my pinterest appearences board <3

⚰️ voiceclaims: combo of lindsay nikole, gabbie hanna, and cynfyre_

⚰️ ethnicity/nationality: 1/2 japanese, 1/2 pakistani

⚰️ height: 5'3 (157 cm)

⚰️ features: double lobe and septum piercings, dimples, green/gold/hazel eyes, a couple small tattoos, and moles + freckles

⚰️ clothes aesthetic:

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⚰️ paranormal investigator:

-i'm really close with sam & colby and we make a shit ton of content together -i'm an empath & medium, so i can communicate with and am more aware of spirits etc -some of my favorite videos to film were probs the crescent hotel and the 2024 hell week videos with kris & celina, or the sturniolos -i don't know what it is, but i have this weird connection to the energy field, it pretty much manifests as weird shit happening around me -most commonly things move/float seemingly on their own or like they glow and have like light auras around them -i can't always control it super well but it usually happens in fight or flight/super emotionally charged situations -think matilda by roald dahl ig because i am her and she is me

⚰️ college/uni:

-while i'm not off investigating the paranormal or doing (possibly) illegal stuff, i go to college/uni !! -i played D1 volleyball for UNL (univerity on nebraska-lincoln) for two years until i had to stop so i could pursue doing content creation/social media -i finished my bachelor's online, majored in entomology with a minor in forensics <3

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⚰️ i do streams sometimes of like horror games or just chatting etc. and i have my own youtube/tiktok/insta accounts (@/mako.shark)

⚰️ i'm the thrift and diy god actually its my life and soul i don't think i have one single thing in my closet thats not etiher thrifted or modified/altered by me in some way

⚰️ i also have two cousins who are my age, but they're more like my sisters than my cousins atp anyway

⚰️ i am such a compulsive baker if im bored i bake if im hungry i bake istg i black out i wake up and there r sweet treats in my house i made ig?? like ate

⚰️ my n my s/o (alex quackity 🤭🤭) were ghostface and casey b. for halloween when i had blonde hair and it was so cute raaghhh

⚰️ i used to play piano and as a kid in concerts and recitals etc and can still sight read oh yeah baby perfect pitch moment (im literally your asian parent's friend's kid you get compared to final boss)

⚰️ associative synethsesia baddie (fun fact i have AS in my cr too <3)

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[driffting]

Dorosłość

Doroslość jest dla mnie fajna bo w końcu biore za siebie większą odpowiedzialność

Ale jest okropna... bo ciągle trzeba gotować, sprzątać a jeszcze dojdzie pracować...

Jakieś kurde wycieranie kurzy jak już się nauczyłem to robić to wam powiem że pół domu jest do ogarnięcia jakieś paćki na kaloryferach znalazłem, toster zakurzony, czajnik ochlapany, belki drewniane to już był dramat kurzowy...

Na zdjęciach dahl z czarnej soczewicy ugotowany chyba w sobote - na 2 dni starczył a poniżej kurczak tikka masala - oby na 3 dni tym razem starczyło bo 1,5h gotowania...

Wychodzi mi zawsze pyszne, mamie takze smakuje (ogolnie zmywam na bierząco wszystko jak już i tak urzęduje w kuchni - poza tym zaschnięta patelnia czy blacha to dramat wie to każdy kto musi to zrobić sam tak czy inaczej, a nie że zostawisz i zrobi ktoś inny (to takie moje rozkminy bo nie zawsze pomagałem w domu) teraz to było z 1.1kg kurzcaka wiec mam nadzieje ze starczy do czwartku.