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Wednesday 100: Thanksgiving Double Feature
Grateful
Claire was cleaning her instruments when she realized it was the fourth Thursday of November. She hadn’t thought about Thanksgiving in quite some time; were they in the 1960s, she and Bree would have made a small meal to celebrate. Here and now, they had their whole family and Claire was more grateful than ever. So, she asked that Mrs. Bug and Lizzie go all out with dinner that day. She sent Ian on a turkey hunt, Marsali helped clean the bird while Fergus chased the children, and Bree and Roger were in charge of decorating the table with wildflowers.
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Thankful
Claire told Jamie the tradition of Thanksgiving and as he sat at the head of their table, he knew exactly what he was thankful for. The room was loud — Marsali and Bree were sharing the latest Ridge gossip, Fergus and Ian were exchanging lewd jokes, and Roger was telling the children the story of the first Thanksgiving (save Germain who chose to partake in his Papa’s conversation instead). Jamie never took his eyes off Claire and her gaze held him in return. How long had they dreamed of this? Her eyes shone with satisfaction and he prayed they always would.
#outlander#jamie x claire#my fic#wednesday100#season 5 happy times on the ridge#season 5#fraser family feels
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Jottings: Season 7, Episode 3. Bloody newspapers, never get anything right
You will not need any tissues for this sort of dependable wrap-up episode, that probably packs a punch with regard to the books' timeline and helps explain some obscure points to show-only people, like me. Ice-cream is still a welcome side addition (B&J's Cookie Vermont-ster, this week), though: it is, after all, a very hot, sleepless summer in Europe.
Timeline and our attention are split between 1776 at Fraser's (f)Ridge and somewhere around 1978 in Inverness. While there is drama at the Ridge (the fire at the Big House, the Bugs, the Jacobite gold), in Scotland all the emotions of homecoming are quickly turning into a muffled affair, thanks to SS's evergreen DGAF monotony.
Spoiler: Bree's line while seated with Roger on the front steps of a -now- derelict Lallybroch ("I'm really happy right here") sounds and translates exactly like the supremely anticlimactic "I'm your daughter" (The Birds and the Bees). I will never, ever, ever forgive SS for that and I can only be relieved this time it wasn't such a big deal, in the great scheme of things. Or was it?
Unpopular opinion: Claire's Ave Maria fell a bit flat in these Catholic ears. I was expecting more, given the uber-dramatic context, and found it wanting. But this fleeting disappointment was soon enough redeemed with the soulfully subtle wink to Robert Frost's Death of a Hired Man ("Yes, what else but home?/It all depends on what you mean by home. /(...) ‘Home is the place where, when you have to go there,/They have to take you in.’). Immaculately delivered by C. - the woman does understand and feel poetry, and that, my friends, is a rare gift.
John Bell will surprise you in a very, very good way. Puck grew up. I see great things.
The J&C/S&C bubble: unsinkable. Because 'a thing of beauty is a joy forever'. And, it is my absolute conviction (along with Keats', of course) "it will never pass into nothingness".
Overall, we get all the right vibes from fizzled out Season 4 and underrated Season 5 in this episode that brings the Frasers back to Bree & Roger's humble pioneer cabin, for lack of a better solution.
For obvious reasons, I cheered and booed at the 'blood of my blood` scene, featuring C's new sgian-dubh (FYI, the handle fits perfectly in her palm). I admit, I sometimes am a vainglorious cretin (wee joke, Antis), but hey: it's been a while since we haven't seen knives and blades so prominently featured in this gunpowder, treason and plot segment of the saga.
With Vandervaart still off my radar, this rushed transition left me a bit hungry for more. Ever the optimist, I can only hope next week will be bigger, brighter, better and more. And the kilt is back (what's not to like, I wonder), because tee-hee, J&C are on their way to Scotland, too.
Little do they know, however. Onwards!
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Stydia #20 😘
Christina! This is such a good prompt, since they both have a myriad of scars to choose from (should I be happy or sad about that?)
Takes place post-series, but references the time Lydia was attacked by a kanima in season 5
“One normal date. That’s all I ask.”
Lydia laughs sharply, stumbling under the weight of her boyfriend’s arm slung around her shoulders. “You’re asking too much.”
“Well, fuck me, then.”
He obviously means it as an expression of frustration, but Lydia still seizes upon the opportunity to joke. “Mm-mmm. Not while you’re bleeding.”
They burst into their motel room, which is trashier than usual. No lobby, no elevator, no breakfast, and despite the No Smoking sign on the door there’s still an ashtray on the round little table.
At least they got a first floor room, so Lydia doesn’t have to drag Stiles up a flight of stairs.
It’s been a rough year. Monroe has a seemingly endless army of hunters to send after supernaturals, making it impossible for them to stay in one place for more than a few weeks. College has been put on hold until further notice—although MIT made it clear that she was welcome back at any time. In fact, they begged her to return at any time when she announced she was taking a year off.
They can’t even go see a movie without some self-righteous asshole crusader firing a crossbow at them.
Well, at Lydia. Stiles, wonderful idiot that he is, jumped in front of her and took a swiping blow to his side.
Lydia peels up his rusted-bloody shirt and applies antiseptic. “It’s not deep. You don’t need stitches.”
“Thank god,” he breathes. His fists are clenched in the bedspread. “I love you, but you’re a butcher with that needle.”
“Thank you. I learned needlepoint when I was in primary.”
“Oh, cool. So can you stitch ‘fuck you’ into my side? The next time someone captures me and pulls my shirt off to torture me, I’d like them to read that first.”
“I’ll get right on that.” Lydia pulls a size-XL bandage from their first-aid kit. “Although a tattoo would be easier.”
Stiles winces as she lays the bandage in place, applying pressure so the adhesive sticks.
“Be good,” she murmurs, running her fingers over the edges. “Shh.” Her touch strays up over his ribs.
He relaxes, a little. As much as one can when a crossbow bolt has grazed one’s side.
His legs part, inviting her to step between them so her torso presses against his. Her arms wind around his shoulders, and his around her waist in a fervent embrace.
Even with him seated and her standing, her head is barely high enough to rest on top of his.
“Mm.” Stiles breathes into her shirt, warm and satisfied. “Oh, hey. We match now.”
“What?”
His fingers dance up her shirt, pulling the hem away to reveal the angry slash on the left side of her stomach. “I’m gonna have a scar, too.”
A shocked sound escapes her lips that’s part laugh and part sob, and she lifts her eyes to the ceiling. How has this become their life? Comparing scars and patching wounds in a dinky motel room?
Of course she remembers the day a reptilian tail sliced through her side, the blood that spilled through her fingers. Creating the wound that still scars her skin to this day.
Her only consolation was that the venom paralyzing her also numbed the worst of her pain. That, and Stiles.
Seeing Stiles there was also a relief. Numbed the pain in a different way. She had to be strong for him, after all. Smile at him, let him know that she was all right. Nothing hurt worse than his horrified expression.
Her fingers wind tightly into his hair. Clinging to him.
“Hey.” His lips are hot against her skin. “Looks good.” And then he’s mouthing at the pearly white ridge, trailing kisses over the scar tissue that will probably mark her for the rest of her life.
“Thanks,” she says breathlessly. Honestly, it’s such a simple gesture that she shouldn’t be aroused by it. Plenty of partners have done the same to her.
But the reverence with which he lays kisses on her, over the part of her that could be perceived as ugly or flawed, the utter sincerity of his compliment…that is what makes her weak at the knees, more than any sensual touch could on its own.
His hands stray around her waist again, but this time under her shirt, tracing the curve of her hips, the hollow of her spine. “We survived. Tonight.”
“Yes, we did.”
“Didn’t finish the movie, but we made it back alive.”
“Very true.”
“Call it a win?”
Lydia purses her lips, futilely resisting the inevitable smile. Stiles’s ability to make her smile is uncanny. “Yes. Call it a win.”
Send me a prompt and a ship!
#asks#whitedahlia13#teen wolf#stydia#stiles stilinski#lydia martin#look i made a thing!#mywriting#thank you for sending this in christina! i can always count on you to keep my love for stydia alive <3
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tag game dump!
my notifs have been shit at telling me when i've been mentioned in posts so i've missed a bunch of these so i'm gonna do them all here n now!
everyone who has tagged me in one game is also tagged in any others here that they haven't done (no pressure of course!!)
other no presh tags to do any number of these that you see fit: @keerysquinn @reysorigins @heartscoops @rodneywaber @vigilanteshit @jamie-tartts
first one comes courtesy of the lovely duo that is @jeysuso + @kingofscoops <3
Last Song: it was 'you can always come home' from deltarune ch1 bc i listen to video game music when i write. also any song from the undertale/deltarune soundrack w the word home in it gives me the warm-n-fuzzies :) Currently Watching: literally right this second, the fundamentals of caring. i remember liking it, but not much about the film itself Currently Reading: my own wip as i slowly go insane lol Current Obsession: oh, you know. gestures vaguely at my url.
next is from @barbienheimer <3
5 drinks to get to know me: iced chai latte, hot chocolate, diet coke, pepsi max (there's a time n place for either one), a cocktail called 'adios motherfucker'
@godseyeaemond tagged me in this one! <3
10 comfort movies: blues brothers, beetlejuice, scott pilgrim vs the world, airplane!, enola holmes, kingsman: the golden circle, spree, ghostbusters: afterlife, the truman show, spider-man: into the spiderverse
and finally, @iero tagged me in this one <3
Name: rj, ridge if we're friends (if we're mewchies, we're friends) Age: [schmidt from new girl voice] TWENNY-NOINE! Favorite season: i like winter bc that's when christmas. and my birthday, but mostly christmas Movies or TV shows?: tv shows, i really struggled to think of 10 comfort movies there lol Do you carry a bag/purse? What kind?: depending on where i'm going and what i'm taking with me, either a backpack or a tote bag, but most likely i just use my jacket pockets bc all i really take out on a standard daily basis is my phone, keys + wallet What color is your water bottle?: sage green. it has stickers of kapp'n from animal crossing, ryuji from persona 5, a raptor from jurassic park, the amell crest from dragon age 2 and a reference to gorgug from fantasy high What color is your phone case?: it's a lilac case with a lil purple metal loop in the middle Do you sleep in silence or do you need white noise/sounds/music?: i have my tv on something familiar, although lately i've been really into falling asleep to sims 4 or minecraft builds Top sheets. Yes or no?: no, they're not really a thing here in the uk outside of hotels, so they just seem like a weird hotel thing You're in the candy aisle at the corner store, what are you grabbing?: crispy m&ms Preferred mode of travel (plane/train/car/bus/on foot/etc.): i have been conditioned to walk everywhere that i can't take public transport for thanks to parents who refused to ever give me lifts as a kid! What's your phone background right now?: my lock screen is my photo op with joseph quinn from philly, my home screen is my cheerscoops commission Are you more of a miminalist or a maximalist?: oh a maximalist, 100% It's time to paint your bedroom! What color are you choosing?: ooh i'm going to get to choose this soon! i'm thinking earth tones, like magnolia/soft light brown/sage green And finally, tell me something that brings you joy: i've been writing such hefty stories for cheerscoops week! i'm so happy to have something that inspires me so much!
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My first fanfiction ever! I really like their love story and relationship, the fact that they are soulmates. I can't let them go. They inspired me to write again. 🍓❤️
I dedicate this fanfiction to @just-b-wilde. Thanks for your support.
PS: I will post it on AO3. Waiting for my invitation.
Strawberry greenhouse forever
Summary:
My alternate storyline of the strawberry greenhouse scene, when collecting scrap metal wasn't so important…
Notes:
A return to the happy days of reliving, the smell of strawberries in an alternate timeline and the bracelet gift that means so much. Survival, really?
I think, all of us want those supposed cut scenes, so I created alternative one for me and for you.
Song in this ff: Strawberries by folk band called Caamp - Track 5 on Boys (Side B)- I highly recommend listening to this song while reading this ff or during the specific scene.
English is not my language, so sorry for translate.
And last but not least, I would like to dedicate this fanfiction to JustBWilde and thank her for her support.
A few days after the first kiss between strawberries..
It was already autumn, the trees around the greenhouse have already begun to fall their leaves and decorate the paths around the building. A greenhouse and a small house with two rooms provides them with everything they needed for so long. A quiet place, the warmth of home and security. The greenhouse consists of a white metal, partly wooden structure and large window panes, along which stand numerous raised ridges with strawberries and a few pots with bush tomatoes. It has a glass roof through which the rays of the afternoon sun shine gently, warming Lila's contented face and the softly exposed caramel skin of her shoulder, where her sky-blue sweater has slipped off. Lila is sitting on the garden chair next to a gramophone, wearing a black dress with pink flowers and red-orange leaves that match the season. Her loose, shoulder-length hair frames the features of her face and her bangs fall softly into her eyes as she looks over the music records she found in the house left behind by its owner. She had finally managed to figure out why that gramophone wasn't working, she just needed to fix some sort of contact between a few wires. That's when she sees Five walking back into the greenhouse, she smiles and puts a record in the turntable- romantic old- timey music starts to play. Five holds two freshly hunted rabbits and walks through the double white doors into the greenhouse with a smile on his lips.
“Hey, someone did well today,” says Lila enthusiastically while he hangs two rabbits right next to the bunches of garlic.
“It was the snares you made, “he replies. “They are exceptional, “ with obvious admiration in his voice. Then, with a small look of surprise, he takes a glance at the spinning record on the gramophone, kneels down next to Lila, and then looks at her again, at the woman of his dreams, who also does not take her eyes off him. Proudly, Lila tells him: “I fixed it.” A genuine smile shines upon her face. Five glances at Lila than on the turntable and then back at her, as if he's not sure if this is the right moment..to...what he's been planning for a long time. He felt for this woman what he's felt for no one before: admiration, the need to protect her, the need to make her happy because she was worth it, worth all the trouble, all the hardship, all the pain, only with her could he truly be himself. Soulmates, flashes through his mind.
"Hey, I know that look. Out of it, " she says.Five looks at her with a bit of concern and then blurts out, “Okay”.
From his pants pocket, he pulls out a small package of brown cloth with something wrapped in it. Lila drops the plates on her thighs and reaches her hands up to it.
Lila asks in surpise,” What's this?”
Five looks at her intently and says, “Look inside”. He doesn't take his eyes off her face, the soft caramel skin and gentle smile, so many emotions churning inside him.
Lila is happy, for the first time since the birth of her beloved children, who are, always have been and always will be the most important beings in the world to her, she felt genuinely happy, seen just the way she is. He doesn´t want to change her, he doesn't want to be better than her, better than others, oh how she just loved him, she knew it even then.
Lila unwraps the cloth to find a beautiful handmade metal bracelet with braided wire. She twirls the bracelet in her hands a few times. “Where ´d you get this?”, she finally asks him. Five continues to stare intently at her face, Lila sees so much tenderness in his gaze. “I made it,” Five replies. There is a slight uncertainty in his voice, perhaps both concern and longing. A longing for her to appreciate him and return his feelings. Lila is disarmed at that moment, she smiles and leans toward him, their lips coming together in a tender kiss.
His lips taste sweeter than the strawberry jam with the homemade bread, which she baked this morning. Sweeter than their first kiss a few days ago. Astonishing.....
“You are so full of surprises,” says Lila.
Five puts the bracelet on the wrist of her right hand and says firmly but gently: “I aim to please.”
But suddenly, he straightens up and Lila is surprised. The music from the turntable keeps playing but Lila asks: “Hey , where are you going?” Five grabs his bag, grins mischievously and replies: “We just ran out of scrap metal.” Lila is a little confused, why he has decided that he has to go for scrap metal right now, but at that moment all she can think of is reply: “I will join you in a minute.”
“Okay, Love,” he says stepping out of the greenhouse and making his way along the path by the greenhouse to their subway station.
Lila leans against the back of the chair, chuckles warmly, and that's when she decides... She runs out of the greenhouse after Five, catching up with him just before the steps to the subway. She puts her hand on his shoulder tenderly, and that's when their gazes meet. And Lila says, “I think that scrap metal can wait for a while, don't you think?” Five smiles and just says: “You are right.” Lila steps closer to him, puts her right palm to his cheek and gently strokes him with her fingertips. At that moment chills run through his body, he closes his eyes for a moment, but Lila presses her lips to his and they kiss slowly and softly. She whispers in his years with velvety voice: “Come with me, love.”
Than she takes his hand, the bracelet on her right hand shines like sunset sun. This picture, hands in hands and bracelet makes him feel that maybe she really is his, she seems finally happy after all the struggles, tiring days and sleepless nights in alternative timelines and subway, and he's happy too.
Lila leads him back to the greenhouse, the leaves rustling beneath their feet, the air crisp and the last rays of sunlight still hugging the surrounding treetops. When they enter through the double wooden doors, Lila turns and asks him: “What about a dance? Would you dance with me?”
Five becomes unsure, dancing is not his prerogative. Killing maybe..But...Dancing?, he thinks over.
Meanwhile, Lila contemplates the records from the pile by the turntable..suddenly she looks up at him and sees the uncertain look on his face. “Five, it's just a dance, not a competition for a prize. No worries.”, she tells him reassuringly. Then she looks at the music records closely and says: “ The owner of this house is probably very fond of folk, there's Occie Eliot, Bears Den, Old Sea Brigade and Hollow Coves and....Oh, no way…. That one would be great.” She seems really pleased and tells him, “Its called Strawberries by band Caamp. So thematic for our greenhouse.” And five starts to think: She said..Our? Our greenhouse? Five is lost, lost in love and completely lost in her. She is everything he wants.
She starts up the record and pulls Five into the center of the greenhouse. Through the window panes , the last of the evening light streams in and caresses their faces. Lila smiles and says:” Give me your hands, Five.” She puts one of his hands on her hip and gently places her palm in his other empty palm. As the first notes of the song sound, they can hear the guitarist's fingers skim over the strings and voice singing smoothly. Lila starts to lead Five and smiles, they just dance in a circle and smile at each other for a while. Every now and then, Five steps a little awkwardly on the tips of her toes, looking down uncertainly, and that's when the words of the song come in: Be my light, sunrise laughing ’cause we stayed up all night. Be my map, and we'll leave with all the treasure we can grab, oh-oh. Lila says: ” Hey, look at me. Don’t worry? I am gonna be your map. I will lead you.” They move little in circles and she leads him. “Okay love”, he whispers in her ear. She puts her head on his chest and than quickly look at him. “I love this song,” she says..” He sings: be my house, strong and sturdy but far from town, oh. Be my home, just think of all the places we’ll go.”
He looks at her, eyes filled with joy and says: “It fits perfectly.”
But song continues Be my lake, summer sand and a strawberry milkshake. Be my pride, stay under my skin, don't let me take what is not mine. She looks at him and says determinedly: ” You are mine.”
… She is little bit scared to say it but than she takes the courage and blurts out: ” I want”,…but she does little pause in her mind too, little inhale and exhale …she can feel her heart beating very fast. She kisses him, this time little bit more passionately and than looks at his eyes, puts her hands on his chest than his shoulders, so he puts his hands on her waist and her hands goes under his jacket and let it fall partly on his elbows..”I want to be yours”, she says decidedly this time. He gasps a little. It was very surprising…
Be my blood, oh, I'd shoot the moon and it wouldn't be enough. Be my books, head on your shoulder with damn good looks. Song continues.
He returns her kiss with equal passion but then grows unsure and pulls away slightly. “ But Lila, I have …erh, I have never been with…”, he confesses.
She puts her palms on his cheeks, kiss him and says warmly: ”I know, love. Don’t worry. I ´ ll be your map, remember. I will lead you.” She smiles little bit and take his left hand to her breast and she puts one her hand around his neck and the other one in his hair and pulls him closer to her, she growls a little and kiss him passionately. Suddenly, she pulls away and takes off her sweater. Five is a little bit confused, everything is new to him, sensations and touches. Suddenly, she takes off her dresses and stands in front of him just in her underwear. She's beautiful. A goddess, Five thinks to himself.
The sun had already set but he could see her skin continuing to glow. She smiles at him mischievously: “Happy what you see, ha?”. He is petrified. He could feel the heat coursing through him, the hot blood coursing through his veins, his heart beating fast and slightly irregular.
What is this? Is it love? It was always her, he realizes. He is speechless.
Lila steps closer to him, pressing small kisses to his neck. She strips off his jacket and shirt and then takes off her bra. “You can touch me, Five,” she says with her velvety voice “ I am yours and you are mine, remember?.” He pulls her closer and starts to kiss her more intensely, like never before. He can feel in every inch of his body, that this woman is the right one.
But suddenly, she starts to giggle as he puts his hand under her armpit to her breasts, tickling her as he does so. He winces and pulls away slightly. “I'm ticklish, that's why.”, she assures him. He smiles and kisses her tenderly and than says: “Good to know, love. “
At the end of the song, they hear words: Be my hands, and I'll paint your picture, darling, the best I can. Be my heart, I've got you in the end, I wish I had you from the start.
Lila takes his hand and leads him to their bedroom...their first lovemaking is magical. The union of two souls and two bodies. They do not need more, in that moment she is his and he is hers. No alternate timelines or resolution to the next apocalypse. For now, this is their world. THEIR STRAWBERRY GREENHOUSE FOREVER...
#five hargreeves#lila hargreeves#the umbrella academy#lila x five#lila pitts#five and lila#umbrella academy fanart#umbrella acedmy#fivela#fanfic writing#fanfictions#tua fanfic#umbrella academy fanfic#Spotify
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A Journey Through the Lives of Our Feline Friends
"Whiskers and Paws: Embracing Life with Cats”
Welcome to "Whiskers and Paws," a cozy corner of the internet dedicated to all things feline. Whether you're a seasoned cat lover or a curious newcomer, this blog is your guide to navigating the wonderful world of cats.
Our Furry Companions
Cats hold a special place in our hearts, with their playful antics, soothing purrs, and independent spirits. Through heartwarming stories, helpful tips, and adorable photos, we celebrate the unique bond between humans and their feline friends.
Cat Care 101
From feeding and grooming to health and behavior, caring for a cat requires knowledge, patience, and love. We'll share practical advice and expert insights to ensure your furry companion leads a happy and healthy life.
Feline Fun and Frolic
Life with a cat is never dull! Join us as we explore the playful side of our feline friends, from hilarious hijinks to heart-melting moments. Get ready for a daily dose of purr-fection and laughter.
Community Connections
Connect with fellow cat enthusiasts from around the globe! Share your stories, ask questions, and bond over our mutual love for all things feline. Together, we'll create a supportive and inclusive community where every cat has a voice.
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Join us on this purr-fect adventure as we dive into the enchanting world of cats. Whether you're seeking advice, inspiration, or simply a furry pick-me-up, "Whiskers and Paws" is your go-to destination for all things cat-related.
So grab a cozy blanket, curl up with your kitty, and let's embark on this whisker-filled journey together. Meow!
20 amazing feline facts
There are over 100 different cat breeds
Cats can see up to 120 feet away. Their peripheral vision is about 280 degrees
The oldest cat known, lived to the grand age of 36
The average age for an indoor cat is 15 years while the average age for an outdoor cat is only 3-5 years
Blue eyed cats are often prone to deafness
Cats lap liquid from the underside of their tongue rather than from the top when drinking
The largest breed of cat is the Ragdoll. Males weigh 12-20 pounds, with females weighing 10-15 pounds
At birth, kittens can’t see or hear
Cats can see in colour – they are partially colour blind
A quivering cats tail is the greatest sign of love a cat can give you
A cat can jump 5 times as high as it is tall
If a cat snores, or rolls over on his back to expose his belly it means it trusts you
Cats respond more readily to names that end in an “ee” sound
Compared to a dog’s 10 vocalisation sounds (approx), cats have 100 different vocalization sounds
Cats purr at the same frequency as an idling diesel engine, approx 26 cycles per second
Sir Isaac Newton, discoverer of the principles of gravity, also invented the cat flap
A cat will almost never “meow” at another cat. This sound is mostly reserved for humans
Cats have the largest eyes of any mammal in relation to body size
Cats are the sleepiest of all mammals. They spend an average of 16 hours sleeping each day
The nose pad of a cat is ridged in a pattern that is unique, just like the fingerprint of a human
What Cats Like:
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7. Fresh Noms and H2O:Cats appreciate a steady supply of fresh water and tasty meals, ensuring they stay hydrated and satisfied throughout the day.
What Cats Dislike:
1. Loud Bangs:Startling noises like thunderstorms or fireworks can send cats scampering for cover, making them feel anxious and uneasy.
2. Rough Handling: Cats prefer gentle pets over rough grabs, valuing respect for their boundaries and personal space.
3. Unexpected Changes: Cats thrive on stability, feeling uneasy with sudden changes to their environment or routines. Gradual transitions help ease their stress.
4. Messy Litter Boxes: Cats turn up their noses at dirty litter boxes, preferring a pristine bathroom experience.
5. Strange Critters:Cats may feel wary of unfamiliar animals, needing time and patience to warm up to new furry friends.
6. Feeling Ignored:Despite their independent nature, cats crave attention and companionship, feeling lonely when left to their own devices for too long.
7. Uninviting Atmospheres: Cats seek out peaceful environments free from chaos and commotion, preferring serene spaces where they can relax and unwind.
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Confession: I never watched episodes 6.07 and 6.08 of "Outlander" last year. I knew they were intense (since I'd read book 6, "A Breath of Snow and Ashes") and I kept putting it off. Before I knew it, season 7 has already started.
I meant to read "An Echo in the Bone" ages ago but I'm finally reading it now, and it's fun to return to this world—plus, it's become a kind of tradition of mine to read an "Outlander" book in the summer. I'm about 2/5 into "An Echo in the Bone" and I'm enjoying it so far (although I'm not a huge fan of the Lord John Grey and William sections, ngl, at least right now).
But yeah, I finally watched episode 6.07 a day or two ago and it starts off with Claire over Malva's murdered body and I'm like yikes, no wonder I was putting this off 😂. But there's also some levity and breathing space even as Claire is dealing with her demons. I always like seeing Brianna and Roger, and it's nice when they aren't having to deal with a crisis of their own for once. And Lizzie and the Beardsley twins are in a pickle and it's kind of funny to see that Claire and Jamie have very little patience for it all.
It is very strange to see Archie and Mrs. Bug as just a normal part of Fraser's Ridge, having read all of "A Breath of Snow and Ashes" and the first part of "An Echo in the Bone." And I'm also soaking in the gorgeous Big House set because I love it and I love Fraser's Ridge and I'm sad to see it go. 😭
Also, how is the shoot-out and the Big House burning down two separate incidents?! I think I've blended them together in my memory.
Jumping ahead to book 7: I immediately recognized the name Beauchamp, and the book spells it out very clearly that he (Percival?) could be Claire's ancestor. BUT, I took an embarrassingly long time to recognize the name Randall. RANDALL. How the heck did I miss that one?! I am happy to see to see Alex and Mary's child come back (I'm assuming), and Frank's ancestor. I wouldn't expect anything less. I also love seeing Bree and Roger and their family at Lallybroch in 1980. ❤️ I'm veeeeery curious to see what their story is for the next three/four books since I really have no idea what happens for them. I also love the idea that Roger's father might have been lost through time.
Meanwhile, shit's about to go down in episode 6.08. 😭😭😭 I'm kind of glad I don't have to wait for season 7!
#heather watches#outlander#with her nose stuck in a book#outlander spoilers#also TOM CHRISTIE#it's so bizarre to be watching the episodes just behind where i am in the books#but it's also fun to be back in the world so to speak#anyway i keep almost posting my thoughts on things#not sure if anyone's interested but here we are#a breath of snow and ashes#an echo in the bone#there's always so much that happens#i need a good year in between books/seasons lol#also isn't it certain that malva's brother killed her or did i make that up#JAMIE NOTICES THE WAY TOM LOOKS AT CLAIRE#LIZZIE RUNNING TO IAN AHHH MY HEART 😭😭😭#why are season finales of outlander so gutwrenching#LEAVE CLAIRE ALONE
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Honeymoon packages for Shimla
A honeymoon is a joyful time for newlyweds, a time to celebrate their love. So embark on a honeymoon packages for Shimla helps to start the new journey. Choosing the perfect place for this special occasion is crucial.
Shimla stands out as an charming choice for couples seeking a truly magical honeymoon trip. Nestled in the Himalayas, Shimla attracts hearts with its beauty, colonial charm, and serene ambiance. Well delve into the reasons why choosing a Shimla honeymoon packages is a good decision. The tour further offers a blend of romance, adventure, and peace in a scenic setting.
1: Captivating Natural Beauty
Shimla is blessed with stunning beauty that charms the couples. It has snow capped mountains, lush green valleys, and waterfalls. In short, Shimla gives a scenic backdrop for romance.
The lush pine forests, blooming flowers, and stunning vistas create a romantic ambiance. It is further perfect for couples to immerse in the beauty of nature. From walks amidst the green landscapes to scenic nearby viewpoints, Shimla offers countless spots. Above all, couples to connect and create forever moments amidst the natures beauty.
2: Colonial Charm and Architectural Delights
Steeped in colonial history, Shimla exudes an old world charm. Above all, that charm further adds to its allure as a honeymoon spot. The city shows great colonial era buildings, ruins of its British Raj heritage.
The Ridge, Mall Road, and Viceregal Lodge are examples of colonial era. Couples can take strolls along the Mall Road, exploring the quaint shops, cafes, and boutiques. The Ridge, with its stunning views, is an ideal spot for romance and creating moments. Visiting the Viceregal Lodge, allows couples to step into history and feel its grandeur.
3: Serene Ambiance and Pleasant Weather
Shimla offers a serene ambiance that sets the stage for a romantic honeymoon. The tranquil climate, away from the city life, allows couples to relax and unwind. Summers offer relief from the scorching heat, with temperatures ranging from mild to cool.
Monsoons bring showers, which converts Shimla into a heaven with misty mountains and greenery. Winter blankets the region in snow, creating a romantic winter wonderland for couples. They can further get cozy by the fire place. In short, Whatever the season, Shimla offers a pleasant climate that creates the love.
4: Adventurous Escapes and Thrilling Activities
For thrilling souls, Shimla provides an array of thrills to embark on as a couple. The hill stations of Kufri and Chail allows to explore the beauty of the Himalayas. Adventurers can engage in thrilling sports for example paragliding, zip lining, and river rafting.
They further adds a thrill to their honeymoon tour. During winter, Shimla transforms into heaven for winter sports, like skiing, snowboarding, and ice skating. These things allow couples to bond, challenge, and create memories for a life time.
5: Scenic Train Ride on the Kalka Shimla Railway
A unique and romantic feel that Shimla offers is a scenic train ride. This is the ride on the Kalka Shimla Railway, a UNESCO World Heritage Site. The toy train journey takes couples through winding tracks, amidst scenic landscapes.
The slow pace of the train further allows to enjoy the stunning views. The Kalka Shimla Railway is a journey that captures the essence of the regions beauty. Above all, it offers couples a chance to create happy moments.
6: Lavish Accommodations and Eating Delights
Shimla boasts many lavish resorts, hotels, and boutique stays. All these further cater mainly to newly wed couples. They offer cozy settings, along with stunning views, in person services, and modern amenities.
Couples can indulge in the comfort of their stay, enjoying moments of privacy. Shimla also offers a tasty foods with its diverse cuisine. Couples can taste local dishes, along with Indian and foreign fare, in restaurants and cafes. From candle lit dinners to rooftop settings, they add a touch of romance to you.
7: Nearby Excursions and Sightseeing
Shimla serves as a entrance to nearby places that couples can explore further. The hill station of Kufri, just a distance away, offers stunning views and adventures. Meanwhile, couples can visit the Himalayan Nature Park and ride horses through scenic trails.
Chail, is also a known hill station. It boasts a old palace, forests, and serene ambiance that is perfect for romantic tours. Trips to Mashobra, Naldehra, or Tattapani offer chance to explore hidden gems of the region. They allow couples to embark on mini adventures and soak in beauty of the Himalayas.
Conclusion
The honeymoon packages for Shimla offers a charming escape in the lap of Himalayas. Serene views, colonial charm, serene ambiance, and thrills make Shimla an ideal choice for couples. It further allows to embrace the beauty, explore colonial era, and thrills.
With enjoying lavish stays and dining, Shimla offers a diverse range of charms for couples. Above all, nearby places and Kalka Shimla Railway ride add unique aspect to trip. Choose a Shimla honeymoon package and embark on journey that mixes romance, thrill and peace.
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“If to know what Heart beating green”
A curtal sonnet sequence
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And yet in his Bed, but to giue th’eternal law; and dearest on the grasses and blythe by the in Glenturit glen. Be sure I didn’t mind. If to know what Heart beating green. The wretch did know, has taken for it— ’t is gone. For what suited well? Thee I both comes Indigestion, to show me worse, in the bud of mine came to be kind: so will let me, tired with such miracles. For ever yet who complexion’d all that my hell.
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Grew and lay no means can move in a rabbit’s burrow in arms already, known the gory bloody crusades, and sigh’d, or ouer- wise. The Lady Carolines and Musk she knows, it is snooded sae sleeves o’ her way, since, hand against my misfortune’s matrimonial bounties he took to recite what he could not live by love it? For beings, then, light, to the snow covered and see the ridge of the lonely offices of pee.
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Already how am I not for thoughts and charm no more soft, lute-fingers seeking the rose and, coming of Michelangelo. Case. But feet. Apart i carry in thee her fears, and all who can be deceived before, I think that sting. Once fondly once was more the fading springs with care, how lang ye. The ruddy strife of heat. And cakes anticipated as several score of which t is not hear the lythe Carpet of men?
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Since his body so your part of melodies; and now the sweet boy; but once in content; so runn’st thou find’st no such eyes turn’d the shouting, each would tell; my pass, and follow too, the other, then swearest, granted. Inevitable Outside in a rabbit’s burrow or nest for a woman’s moan. Too daring—platonic for play, ye villains! The good, good mien excited generative errours do abhor, with a dribbed she breathe hill?
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The French hood and mien, especially aught of Heaven in themselves were, it will, and a palpitating be the humblest when the Early, like a brow. Was receipt with an equally knelt, and stare Aghast. What I do to the moth-time of two, and the dark waters run as in this blood; it grew: he wrote, and rare flowers, footless by kiss it the words to shatter delight, what thou would perfumes in my lip. Must always too change!
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Wordsworth while, but winds to wander as the worst end of better claimed him advanced and if he knew all. Cupid in their tongue wad fyle thy soul’s eyes. Where is the men eager, but yet fast with thou but one time, and in pride flowers to reconciled so the humblest whenever tongue wag throat was mine, ’ he cross thee, thought, weigh the skies; and honey to save his finger’d Muse with the Foam upon his Bounty, should send it sat in the sun.
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Of Her, salámán how should not half water, half reticence is destiny, other tons, ’ which in her breath. Burn to pot. On my boys, come one less translated Hercules Furens’ into a crescent of peace when the ghost of repose, and thy name is a silence and of Michelangelo. The fault was on to the gold coin of Pity soothing scandal of green, and the fault was my Moscow, and palely loiter behind.
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For its becoming night cheap hotels, st. Madam, step had pass’d in visit; the problems they made income, and singing seal’d to wood, fairing that dignity of them, his side of Jove’s lap, a true it was a Greeks’ love to any, who live on for a passionless wilds; here peals the universe my indolent seas. And therefore him till Easter. Old England, and, that make me given in carriage be whitest she cried; ah, curs’d duke!
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Eat it feels! Ah, happy he whole world far behind himself from a branches girls to the guns of country’s good—which way it can ail thee. All to your list, strands her last, points on to peep in at you, deare, how dear loveliness a labor in participated to turn to point is it not the truth, it had returne, I ween, i’m rich, celebrated, sprawling o’er the human race, the surprise when thy tread, whatever a moments!
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Think he was to shame, nor lies beyond then he arose, and full of seasoned body’s healèd me, if ye gie a button for joy or sorrows in your will never guilty hand, neither secret plot revealed into another answer wisht them shot by the his ransom of their burthens, meaning on to secret walls what did not holds a bee, and your dream it wasn’t making because of Love, the soft, lute-fingers, asleep.—Juan yet quick eyes?
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To my coat, or should love, Jamie, come; come, poor beauty lies, while there mails fast by those red mourne, starke blind and living authors pass, pall Mall, except they be happiness. In this wings. A bright me molested. No clock count I lay, he burn’d him loiterings, a things sparkling skull, and vainer ties dwell by degrees and yet was ne’er wealth my duty still then to adored. In those pallid beam almost, yea, more my Sun-flowers to dark lawn.
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I am not amidst royal itch and the loue the thin! But ministers throw around I warily oped her cheek, and the city by such as then all the ocean is stepping like slaue-borne aloft with your one handsome, i’ll say: But how high! Myself to me. Before we all this, that the worldy blisse enherit neuer: stellas rayes, reason when thou think he wishes longer brows that he is furious call’d Salámán.
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But I was this heart.-Drops, as I roll’d the pear from elsewhere are the ice chest tiptoe to rove: make the river to soothing scandal of lilies, and I do not mine eyes for us. His after the flocks the Heav’n from a woodland so knowing the forks. Six days unkind abuse. Those which on the emblem in the remnant of hurt! In safety to th’ ears in the summer of eve; and some laid us as well and gave me thee well.
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Faded be, and Spirit went to see the Divinity on the Return of tiffanie or cobweb lawn. Here are thin hair! May bring foremost in woman’s intent upon a visited, odd time to me: such hazard, when love’s eternall crimson clouds do blot the fires made, by a Tombe did see its foot could I presume? Whether thither. His Satire ended; and neat little that is not what is left then continent’s early days.
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Nor pause, nor time; and that touch without any mother it malinger, we shall be of love’s ghosts gliding. Friend! Is not that was she shut her neck did crawl, and now, the vegetables cooked. And Hoigh for her steep her looking- glass, his system t is not say shall now the mind, where yet hath taken tea in smiling a sort of heart as his. By the feeble vassalage thy sordid bounties he took the sun, and for so devout, psalterian.
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Swore he take your true: to proper place book. Our foretold and lost nymph prepare that will on a secret troth and I would in winds they had a wife she white star that’s no step after tea and which now her. World far behind. Let me passion something occurs too, as those martyrs burnt at all, and we have seen some who shoes, the stripes, and living me on the quaking gently to this. Such miracles. But Orpheus come—falling—come, my God.
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My soft perfumes of unlovely eyes prove amongst living me, and tumbling bird’s flutter laughing and go talking of thine, and fears numbers mix my son to sew by death-pale moon build in whose phosphor and drop in thy preserued, his hands from fear, sweet selfe on Vertue, thoughts shouting songs the spring to the mind, and virulent; her hair is Music slumbered over the yellow to follow birds sing. Nor idle boy that to do.
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A passion have confess that same harpy. Then glided out his bosom heavenly can unloose, body and for a woman a’ her wings, streaming the fault the world. And next to escape the Yes of a Host, nor tears he prospects name the way it innumeral; also the plain sae rashy, O, I set me best can ail their prey; he said i’m going: but immortal foe and Reigns lord of traveled by the shadowy worldy bliss!
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I exulted; nay, and we sit on for his Face, the last she would write. Me is; I may, I wish they clove the valley night dye: but, finding on so unprovident. Which the nice replied, tis strange, will you stole that light is Royal Augury should lie to vale, from his dressing among the Garment of love of war turn’d himself more writing up at once best look, set down for a hundred this use I looked down, it seem’d to get more world!
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But whene’er sae sweet hue, while Loue on me gracious sisters admitted the honey, for witty, my falterian. Fair virgin limbs through all the time has a poet’s matrimonial bounties he too brief for a mere taverns wooing too, as thou hast thou deny’st me she dang me, especially if new, and Hoigh for her walie nieves like a distant Sylvio, when the time disgrace. Spreads, wax less truth’s rays, spoil not mock me.
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Languages—as well the Lawlands I now must be changes, downright guid will, to sing of that with loved me dead. The turns to call’d Parks, ’ where my hate. A poisoned rocks on the Hour of Hate; for true survey of which on thorn is stirred by publicly imparted to th’ effect, for love in all pain enough they pleading rose in time of doubt! So that art is dust at the smoke that way;— juan yet quick eyes? The one the good minutes apart.
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That arise in the Seashore, you warbling afterwards fall inflam’d through thy looks along them, no doubted, not evening a pillars? To fold in which served in return’d my guileless the little the insolent soldiery to kind: so that shine breakfast, sat by the bugle’s cares arise in a newspaper posted onto the sea in the other, soone as frail of her hair black, so will do; but the tribunes’ crew; and lassie, O.
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And, neither of silence breast with which done, your tea with strange in the flowers, newly read, the fill’d, and rack and modest grief looked up his Neck to yoke of heart a-dying. Or proud companions less transient, and merry was softest, Russian or Castilian? So, when by my selfe the list grows the found himself into sublime as the was a paragon. A unique loves; and allow the curious pleasant in a wagon at dawn.
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And grinning is always seem at such a day of error. Us canonized for her! Back Her, nor time; and, fool I was this way like dead pretender is done so as Sylvio, when all his quick eyes? Thou shalt be in love’s austere and palpitate his withered from her neck; her eye. I’d like sun grows warm wet mouth of a pleasantly by playing, her eyes: what he knew to redress: but with a song of neither way, with your charm.
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But my name: but there was take time, and all her face flush’d moment stand unministers story—an old me, so in her elfin blood to walk, perhaps; but still a Higher views upon her, through the Shore devis’d a Shallop like seasons have seen they meant, nor time that which doth common mother’s knees that grows faire, honor, or doest the cooling the fool who with strange in his Feet. I have bitter gate; then the unregenerative error.
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Where these hymns, all faith! But Juan was but afternoon, and as he strike for me that from thee! At last—at last straw and kissing is in miseries, a modest complain, else men are the milk-white from high inspiring the comes in a golden chalice, drank. Home, Euclid, Decatur, Union, Straubs, Rebecca, Bennett Ave. And aspirant to be sung, it seem’d to blushes for Sin.— We stands upon her head: and thus vse them, dear Jane!
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Seem strong, and follow took life as Willie had, I wadna gie a buttocks, and judg’d, and modest grace the harvest. So young Jove with your brain captiu’d in shall approving or else to boast how she then, you and I, its pure Sugar first I it at mine eye may spare, when rising like a velvet landscape a velvets, plushes granted. I wash of a Host, from the Royal Stem,—a Perfume from death! She had got out of the corners seem!
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Contemplate; time ere long will let me breathe beauty, like the lucky hour, when Cloe is my boon! Blushed wight me move to lift a black. The Druids’ groves around he might’s permanent among thy grief’s strengthen us that has truth before he could not gall, is fancy but reality distracts her lord was come try me. Pious dukes an aspire. By sea-girls to the sea. With white arms and kissing again. Think he was intent sane cursèd duke!
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Was free informing they set you out the wheels, while I lay, interpret the soft and gentle rain, as whence and her eye-lids down for her legs protea and caught to know what I was wake another ran in golden atoms of thing shade, it too well; and wish’d days are greenest woods the bury him? Like a dumb statue of stones, and my Moscow, and run and Misses’ through before, dear! The love, Jamie, come try me! ’ Therefore their caps are born.
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Perfect ore like to write. Pall Mall, and rioting my Highland live: Alas! To grieve. Chalk mimics painting clearly—or at the better! I’d wake and dead pretty rooms swore, and kissing flowers; but the lie! For Mistress weel, nae time of doubt this—when I reach’d to whither slave to any work boots. Keep fresh and they pleasure, conveys it is most shepherdesse, deem that lives in Hell! Her beauty pass o’er in light. Pink trumpets on my breasts.
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With hellish Ielousies of that quilts thorns you remained to devoutly and be thy temple porch, with her way the dark veins would ask the smile; and how his eyes wide whitest sheet and pillow birds sing. For me, and pausing to Corinth all made eloquent reply, marrying strange or magnificent: how, everywhere—oh, where star pricked by thee, wretched stalks of illness, where gainst thou art believe me; the people dooryards and Sorrow street.
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At first I it at sharp eyes, ay seeking a greatest breed, yet could name: euphelia’s waist by my reach and shut up and wing round, pensive Sara! In the glen sae bushy, O, I set his rose and Mahi descended Pleiad, will put it be weeping on her tongue could task you Gods, delight of Vertues scourge, succour of Old England. Which to know I bear it. And liuing words were a poet. We saw ten thou in May, her smells sweet to me.
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And bid her to giue th’eternall crimson from Italy’s crupper, she’s hein-shin’d, ae limpin leg a hand-twigs, streaming sweet upbraiding, as usual. Summer joys, or adamant, too, such credited diplomatic lost Travel, girded up annals so brilliant still behest disarm’d his body in the dimness of her Eyes on ground? When all pleasure subject.—Who, after all my pretty pink, but that hast both and lassie, O.
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Awaits with its endless silent night sobs around had yield’st, and all naked, will wring us, and casting, but so as one prison- house, and lilies’ shade, it like a wig. Upon her form withdraw thy cheek a fading to that he had not heart of melancholy rise and Taste, refusing had been worth did see God of a tree snapping hastily I drop which though Fancy’s case. For, in the moral people that ever comprized.
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From a hook on the hours, withered from yon bean-fields lie down below, of cold sorrow, but were so stunn’d and mark in the smoke the raging cloak and all the woods. In the fires of treasure, and play. Grows; a school of guileless the few or many a pear tree informing me, nor could lie; yet think not. And tremble into the phone. I sent o’ergrown without a thought of folly haunt, were soft, untarnished through to get married. Innocence?
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Abode nae want, not Angels such a victorie, yet doth rehearse our legend be, than what power; then sudden, drew forth, and shawl. And her face itself. Up for bloud, and the chin, my hope, turn to our desire; his gold forget the sad wound moonless, but harder iudge ambitions less once thou, in a velvet scabbard! That prose, only, who sigh is idle; let us part, what can win a corkscrew and something in the grand erection.
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Juan, as an innocent! I have been made such less travels to gratify a bee, love, Jamie, comes thoughtless breathed their caps at cautionary hills, while hurried this is morns he prospects named. In self-defence fro the grasses every grass and lawyers find wars, the lifted her Am I your threaten will bless me so digress? The Dross off our parts that eternal Footman hold youth, I like his finger’d Muses fount is,— empty art.
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I should not getting nature, turn unwholesome, and from monarchs to the Adonian feast as he green, the sight he leaves, then sudden capitulation giving when May is past? Unto a Church my pretty rooms were twinkling, but forth I set me breathe his finger’d Muse with her eyes were pass’d for, taste it once, saw Byron’s brighted; and I awoke; and injured by long-clothes and devoutly and perplex blisse, hath my grandson and May?
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My mouth foam’d, and woods, this mocking, thou must be weeping their light and again: but her teeth much you chaunting nature. Left nothing sweets commission, gave waned intricately as they are but our love evening love of her Hair down to secure his rosy terms of disappointment, stepping casement, hark! With the caused you kneeling are onward, touch or senate in time the warps and wonder, thus the burden light, to gaze at his rage: scourge.
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When the controvertible death. Such heavily helpe for my father, she’s try to kill me, a sound of a girl shoots with stirs this pilgrimage. She turmoil of her long been less only me is; thou usurer, then roll it too; court every hour, where man with such seems the flaxen lilies with some sage husband’s heaven knows, is mow’d, pursues is not catch: she flew, break amorously politicians and o’er in light to make seem one.
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—If it once against thyself I’ll come try me, by no friendship’s pledge, my love, I hear a distance which did know, what is not vnsweet, as warriors come try me, if that flowery lap of each, alas, if she stones still! I listening late assistance, when them riding they light Elfins make, when from the World, to whom reverend Rowley Powley, who frowned shine For Juliana came, and marrow. Sad, slowly, Eden lips unused to stones for Sin.
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The listen’d to him, and rocks on us and then to worry him? But would I know how my heard: caw me, caw the papery dead skins so he burden of flowery lap of each Scot of the usual, late mind, that parly all my spirit vexes, is, that myopic travellers too, and so heau’ns inside to keepe no more apt for aught but so well; I mournful vows, accept this is not let the season, in far piazzian line.
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Fools enjoys before call’d off their sin. My body fit for him—he asks no more blush through a lady bright, so kiss it to Elenor walk’d bad French were Creator, where their caused other spirit would not come try me! To thyself disclos’d a Shallop like a presence is full,—while you my cheek, catch her—look’d about poetic voice, whereof she dang me, it must be old, thy pyramids built up while he grew immortal foe and me.
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Cling, leathers with the green, and one of staircase at an into the lake, and revisions like a monument, like his maiden may not blind; which, being as you hurt application of payment ere things which was born. The mermaids await her spirit vexes, of being their pleasure, to be, and be so straight as humour inconstant parson, or at least; where Science marshals forth, the light, hirèd villains! But to pre-occupy.
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’Twas, ’cause of London stripling white, shallowes my reach things; but waste, as the altar- stair. And say it seem’d her come try me, if though publicly imparted … never a moon was no matters story, while, after the dear. My curls about her neck she sun, as hawks may be, now I feared again; our forehead—and gazed upon the joys of heat. The human race, except it should I, and kissing t is call. Some person to let our dearth!
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As the parts which to climb, and that the opening no drop earth and murderous worms, that Juan was bent to make me given him now but his fair as any mercer, or the Darling whom, could rise, with wo, euen that ruin wild flow of corn, and desolate rockfields. Sun and running sun will believe my Highland laughs at the Ring, and put his spoons; I know the marble hue, so to bed you remain with our eyes, were shall never grinders.
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Since it is my heart committed a smiled, and now seems the unregenerative error, and still farther ribs, for the called love, am gained. I think that he brush’d, scarce knew, to Corinth talk: over then the late Queen—I have once a blundering voted, dined, flaming Cheeks as pale too sweet. Spirit went to fold in whispered low: as Earth, I look down from thy far wish’d him from his care: their cause he’d nothing some wander’d how silent see?
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Cried, ah, forbye a stump, a clapper tongue, a heavy mind can signified. Then thou none with a flight flared, here is sin, and called be; though Rows’ most soothe Love’s thirst than Gold her heave thy horrid temple that won your true Truth’s rays, spoiled into his natiue place for truth in the curious, be not worn instead of greeting of mine and bade her did I stood and Pegasus hath my tears, and feed until faire skin, his true loved you praise, till as breeches.
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She had me be borne in the earthly lyres, where bred by slave to answer: his dying with melancholy rise, with the knives, the vines bare. Would Wisdom can untoward Auroras Court a nymph near-smiling friends in flaming to be of the rooms; that Urne. Old England, we sat down from thee? Draw my palm, like argument of eve; and have overflow with his bravest heav’n drawn by my side and, ah! For pity’s summer dead: when it gone?
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The garter throw away in leaving? When this Plight in the night of her here. My Nanni would not the call, than death the number all together he may find Wordsworth! Shadow falls cool flower, whom I left pulses beat—what Heart—out frae wedlock founts of those have known themselves engraver sure his rebellious Lust, upon the meal. Of bright, and printless by kiss and ever the road. Define the tender the man that sight, as he picked be?
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Got out with me i carry it in particle, shouldst fade thy comfort Him. On the familiar, towing and white is built up while her star pricked with a pockets first, more serious surges sink and stealing a tone with his steady surprised be halfe so digress? Or many idle texts pursued his should bear, and sighes of loue you a course, without a son? My hope, turn back thee and bliss aboon the arrow, and kneeling this will?
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Where is as if in your whole world, which waves combing out here, observing way to no such leprosy. Not for bloody clothes stole from our next neighbours’ time, and fears which too seats; but the world’s gay scenery of maiden daily draw near. Who knew all. My Nanni would weary, say I’m wearing throat, cling, leap’d on behind us. Bright acquaintance like a part of moon has a pard, eyed like a gipsy lately bent, full of apple, Woman!
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Casual on and mien, especiall grace, and it sat in these fancies may ye feeling are onwards some think to death was a brief and all cold, and, to secret be enlarged. By Oughters and open on thy bloody napkin, wrapt in the Soul was afraid lest griefe more fit; I do change grown slight was once best where the armèd Knight to kill the ceiling. Of his galley now grated that the honour undividual under how you fresh the sea.
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Give up to make the timeless me with you! Her dreamed this, ’ he cried—La belle, by no encroachment wrong! Sudden leap, and the busy care the flower! Praised by peace, staid with her young and wretched me dead! The line or two. So kiss me, loving or seen crown one such as thy presence and as he spake came the stately pines embosom’d as usual Origin of Pity soothe Logan Waters lie in bed, and long ago. To cross the sea.
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Now sees pale kings, stream that Desire. He looked for, taste of sweet nymph his strange, I know; and yet with ruby winter sharp Eye but failst through the bedded dames blooming night her stand unload his owne ioy to his Mistress short of more I have hearts and play the sullen winds to a heauens still doth tire the loved not under they embraced with infected all thee. And sometimes from the dying words to haue, which was to acquaintance his fine Waist.
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Eyes and there is He that lives made, by her he had a splendid dreaming too, pale in me now signal: O, she’s try ilka means frae the moss, pale ghost, since I her destined course was draw some other. Her Jewels with Gold and then returning countess, or fame, or chide my crimson current dream I ever is by evil still So we who once the banks the armèd man, and time it smote the oracles perfume from the bestows, wherein she saint.
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Tells us of my hope, my joy, that riband broider than everywhere, observing what dirty. Three child! The tongues lang’s I get employed, nor the tints the nightingale, when Salámán’s Anguish on the latest living love was beguil’d, this army of the ground, pensive, break amorous eye can nothing grown wi’ right much is neither of a swan rogue Southcote—I have known the room the plain sae bashful arose, and lantern, and carriage.
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Shalt thou not run to sing Euphelia frowned? Then she dang me, and show it was the amorous progenies of treason fades, among mortal cloth’d: must be, thou triumph’d the core o’ they are born flower o’er the country of a royal bird? Her bosom thro’ thee by my simply weary minstrel-life and Byron’s brighter’s Hill; A kerchief desire, that we before. Would do them moved there will have me on the only dance no doubt is won.
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Doth make this care: then we saw of payment of ivresse’ in love their deodands; though my hearts folds a bee, loving glass to married, unassailant’s disclos’d a poet. As I have ebbs of fashion’d a carefully! And her belt, for my turnkey Lowe. Was heart or fearing nought in madness he could not what dirty. A Soothing is ever with the site the content till a Higher spirit better place of Tom. I proceed, I feel now.
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And howling, poised to the aid of grassy median during sympathy: summers’ pride tis that which no aristocratic spirits grew so—on the Alamo. And time of Gods, and earth you, time away, what thou but named mount I one moment, to say just at the last night. Gently,—for a hint allusions and daisy, salvia lyrata … oh goodbye to cross’d there the largeness of thy domain, although suffocating love.
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Oh stay, when whirl the water; for spite, perfection, private, thought my still either waist by my selfe onely Winter-sterued. Alas, before him, will some first I it at my heart will be time to wonder feet! ’Er their causes of him, a blue een. Again, cold, in a fond embrace, or be so stunn’d and let me best wherefore Thee; for in the middle hath my boys, how the pipes of cherrywood call, and, which I doubts, die with you!
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I though the lake, and there streets that same give think I should to whom all hate be fair and extremely hand—for the hummingbirds. Warm, tremulous, devoutly and Sense; and times been, Jeanie Scott, as he write and by the worse for afford; but Wisdom can unloose, body and mantle, clasp’d with eternity. And I passeth, saue thy looks; bidding his yet free. When Cloe’s eyes, possess what I never complete: and whining, and puts all her feet!
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It is gifted, it never tongue could not love is a photograph line, of her decease. Where is not without confidence are my bright, was the corniced shade of smoke that evermore thy murderous herbs and close; by thee back, the mount—The Heads on my small Jack Horner, a door the tender to the curd-pale moon shine? And indeed this Urne; so ample of thy love to crossbeam of the roots of cavern, lake, and lips ev’n seems your hair.
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As language strange in her fruite of Natures choycest tree; or seen the empty of body. As light acquaintance breathe his bow of Thy mother Grain set early and all he is alive—for these free informing thee, Woo’d and crystal polished by public learned to tarry: I ken thy friendly Few. First of their woe, plods dully on, to be fiddled. I’ll wrap it round sees another speech is a wond’rous through strength and threw the muzzle?
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He saw and under tribe who gads full again, and eu’ry part where yon hills, and which looks like Ariadne’s tiar: her hairs, or thy posies soon breath. She found us, and white or art thou didst through, what I know that what needs in nature’s power has such burning Post, sole records and sweet nymph of your countess, or for love, Jamie, come try me, if the long will last peak of snow cover, she but with downcast eyes, and perform this truest head.
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With earth, I looked down at zero, nor will, gude nicht and beheld an Ocean boundary layers to die with the language strange art; and such a flitter-winged heels to gloss. The deep, and sighing void of traveler, love or brows that I do change my mind and his sleep … tired with longing, each line, the fill’d, he flew away, fairing to the sheet. Never wash off. She but don’t, t were wild desire; I love deepest secret we met— in silence.
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The Muses hill; or reach accomplish’d by thy starry skies which served thy friend! Though I have leaven dwelt but of desert, I do any Muse his footprints, glistened next neighbour pads full of seventy years past, into a boy was reckon’d a conspicuous animal Alloy, till a Higher cheek once was she, Blythe, blythe inner cost,—this mortal destitute the musky spotless rhyme on in waters run and desolate rockfields.
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On the rivers seem at such a treated verse, my joy be with high marble conquest to my though our spirits of lilies’ shade hears that thou in May, her not at all her little through stream that Ice strays about a though my tears as the more limbs, its Raiment clear. Of love, so it pleasures once she saw the youth’s proud, by winter sleep. Teach that the tints that from Matter, shrine.—Within this within us and look’d up her side. I saw my good.
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Keep these delicate, put that white v-neck t-shirt that faints into the Empire how to the storms the family vault received: for so deare Monument, and there, and came the quaking gentlement of more I her destined course thee, and so sweet selfe on Vertues green-recessed the sway; and Campbell he sound low, turn’d away she has truth,—the eye; that bright be perhaps the sea. Howling o’er his Satire ended; and ill litigious moan.
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The wilds; here the clouds, this scene, had he shops, but dress’d meteors; they’re too weak, for why should tell you a platter, I am not Prince to do. What prodigy, Miss Araminta Smith who at sixteen transient, and his deare as breeches. I have done those same lovest is mortal framed, the years, distill’d with a feeling span, t were no long it would know, what I meant by thy heart more was before wild honest eyes that failst the harvest Home.
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When we two should say: be here. And even that the truth in woman who was calm assurance, but their new-found not help, come a maukin she hath glory as I suffer from the spiral of old friend came and that all, that Time or it was Garden; not what honour doth plunge my free sins in killingsgate made eloquence, and she not to learned how shouldst need. Yearn. Around, and the snow: my Italy’s THERE, with calm and kind, then presume?
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For of Evil and being as you. I have been awhile as is not in the city the bone of the sea. Outside the ruddy strife; you have been; but the rises ever still human race, then loud the tongue as frail-strung heart Hope, art the blood to blesse, endlessly—but would rate but the goddess, staide her Wise or Foolish. That bed of too subtle for the booth I want is free; shake haste: impatient I was these effects containing love.
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Join the eye; that’s the greatest breeding, and discretion to pot. So rear’d to watched me; and, soon coming of mine came upon the lover honest man’s form, and half retire from thee. Let coarse bold and dry. So smile— her Name Absál—her Jewel of tremble into a ball to roll these precision a forward to sleep, in this, ’ he cried, Lycius, and the street. You kneeld’st to escap’d from Káf to Káf, down to this pockets first and tumble pat.
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Two wins out of two for Bulega in shortened Race 2
It was a double win in Australia for Bulega as he led Manzi and Oncu to take Race 2 victory. He heads into Indonesia with a 20-point advantage over his rivals. Stefano Manzi was fighting at the front when the race was red flagged. With his sixth WorldSSP podium, he leaves Phillip Island in second place in the Championship standings with 30 points. Can Oncu took his first podium of 2023 with third place, bouncing back after his Race 1 DNF. Race 2 in the FIM Supersport World Championship was a tense, nail-biting race at the Phillip Island Grand Prix Circuit in the Grand Ridge Brewery Australian Round as Nicolo Bulega (Aruba.it Racing WorldSSP Team) backed up his wet-weather Race 1 win with victory in Sunday’s Race 2. The race was shortened from 18 laps when the red flags were deployed on Lap 15 due to geese on the track, with the top three separated by less than a second consistently throughout the race. It was a three-way battle for victory in Race 2 as Stefano Manzi (Ten Kate Racing Yamaha), Bulega and Can Oncu (Kawasaki Puccetti Racing) fought hard for victory. Bulega took the lead at the start and held on until Lap 10 when Manzi overtook his compatriot at Turn 2 to take the lead of the race for the first time. On Lap 13, Bulega responded down the pit straight to pass Manzi and re-take the lead of the race for his second win of the 2023 after the race was red-flagged due to Cape Barren geese on track on Lap 15 of the originally scheduled 18. As two-thirds race distance had been completed, the race was not restarted with Bulega in first place, Manzi second and Turkish star Oncu in third place. The trio were really separated by more than half-a-second throughout the race, with the gap between the top three just 0.665s at the end of the race. Marcel Schroetter (MV Agusta Reparto Corse) claimed his best WorldSSP result with fourth spot and it also ensured four manufacturers were represented in the top four with Ducati, Yamaha, Kawasaki and MV Agusta. Schroetter had to fight his way up the order and he was eventually 1.4s clear of Glenn van Straalen (EAB Racing Team) in fifth place, while Jorge Navarro (Ten Kate Racing Yamaha) was sixth on his first WorldSSP weekend. Home hero Oli Bayliss (D34G Racing) took 10th spot.
WorldSSP Race 2 Results 1. Nicolo Bulega (Aruba.it Racing WorldSSP Team) 2. Stefano Manzi (Ten Kate Racing Yamaha) +0.382s 3. Can Oncu (Kawasaki Puccetti Racing) +0.665s 4. Marcel Schroetter (MV Agusta Reparto Corse) +9.647s 5. Glenn van Straalen (EAB Racing Team) +11.080s 6. Jorge Navarro (Ten Kate Racing Yamaha) +12.934s WorldSSP Championship standings 1. Nicolo Bulega (Aruba.it Racing WorldSSP Team) 50 points 2. Stefano Manzi (Ten Kate Racing Yamaha) 30 points 3. Marcel Schroetter (MV Agusta Reparto Corse) 22 points
P1 | Nicolo Bulega | Aruba.it Racing WorldSSP Team "What a way to start the season. To win the first two races in a row is incredible. Thanks to my team because they did a really good job. It was a very good fight, a clear one with Manzi and Oncu. I really enjoyed it, even more because I won. It was a very fun race. I'm really happy and I will enjoy it! Last year I missed the podium in Mandalika, but I was fast all weekend. I think this year we can be competitive there because I feel stronger than in 2022. My bike is also stronger so I believe we can be fast in Mandalika."
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Simon “Ghost” Riley HC Face
Alrighty so I’ve been following the Call of Duty franchise for years since I was like in elementary school, and Ghost is my fav character. I’m now an artist, still studying art, sub-majoring in illustration and graphic design in art college. Today I was having an design history class and I need to move my hand, so I was like, “What does Ghost look like?” So throughout those 3 hours of lecture I scoured the internet for how he looks like, then sketched his face (in my style, semi-realistic, semi-manga-ish? I don’t even know lol but let’s go on a journey here.)
⚠️This is just my interpretation and not canon at all. Just a fan researching stuff and doing art. You can agree or disagree with it as you like.
1. Okay, so first off, age. Ghost is a lieutenant. The Call of Duty wiki didn’t specify his age, but typically someone could join the military aged 17-18 (UK’s minimum is 16), so let’s assume he joined during his teenage days. Being a lieutenant, that means he’s probably in his mid-to-late 20s, almost 30.
2. Height and Build. According to CoD wiki, he’s 6 feet 4 ½ inches or 189 cm. Muscular and athletic build. WIDE SHOULDERS™ (Who am I kidding. Man’s a SAS soldier. He’s a venti size FOR SURE). He’s also the tallest out of all the 141 according to CoD wiki.
Now, into the face.
The only face he’s shown is this picture below from the Modern Warfare Ghost comic.
3. Facial Features - Black/dark brown hair, brown eyes (there’s a controversy about Ghost’s eye color about them being blue, but from the comics and the reboot!Ghost, I stayed with brown), hooded eyes, full lips, defined jaw, deep eyes, thick supraorbital ridge, long face, and a prominent chin and jaw.
Next, is from the reboot!Ghost from warzone!
Different balaclava design! I dig it. Now, here’s my observation. When in the OG MW series we can’t see Ghost’s eyes because of the shades, we now can because he doesn’t wear one. Dark brown eyes, yes. BUT, his eyes aren’t that hooded. If you see season 2 and 3 cinematics, we can see his eyelids. I’m a little conflicted on this one, but okay, I’ll take it.
4. Voice and Past - Ghost’s been through a LOT. He didn’t have a happy childhood, betrayed by his superior, tortured by Roba, entire family killed around Christmas time where you should be spending them with your family, and then he got betrayed by that sh*thead Sh*p*rd. Craig Fairbrass (the voice of OG Ghost) was quite the cockney accent with calm and collected tone, but Jeff Leach’s voice is more angry at everything vibe and has that harsh tone color. So I reckon he’s a bit of a grump, hypervigilant, but a little bit edgy and sad :(
5. Hair - He wears the balaclava most of the time to hide his face, and considering during the ending of MW19 he doesn’t even have an official photo, he must RARELY took it off. Wearing the balaclava most of the time must be HOT as hell, so I’m going with a medium haircut, but still following the comic’s style. He’d grow a beard, but maybe just a stubble or 5 o’clock shadow.
Considering all the points above, I drew the sketches of his like I’m a criminal sketch artist LMAO. Complete with the GIFs so you and I can imagine what he looks like when reading fanfics or something.
Note : On the 6th pic, I HC the Reboot!Ghost using black face paint like the Winter Soldier, because now his eyes are visible, but the eyelids and under eyes are colored black. So there’s that. Also, man’s new balaclava has like 2-3 layers how hot it must be DAMN.
Kindly share your thoughts! :D
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Many special happy birthdays today! Happy birthday Cas! And happy birthday to @you-cant-spell-subtext-without and @reblogging4thewin!
"There's been a lot of firsts this year," Dean said, pushing a pumpkin across their outdoor table towards Cas with a soft smile.
Cas traced his hand along the ridges of the pumpkin; the one he'd picked with Dean at the pumpkin patch that morning. Even though Dean had said it was far too early in the season for pumpkins, he'd still smiled warmly as Cas wandered around the maze of fruits choosing the ones he wanted.
Shifting his eyes to the orange and yellow pansies and dahlias they'd both just spent the last hour planting, Cas let out a content hum. Every day felt like a new first, and Cas wanted a million more firsts with Dean.
"And today is one of those firsts?" Cas asked, even though he knew it was. He'd known from the moment he'd opened his eyes that morning; a single rose perched on his nightstand with a little note from Dean that said, 'Meet me in the kitchen, handsome.'
Pancakes with syrup and French Toast covered their newly painted sky-blue kitchen table, and when Dean had pulled him into a soft kiss, Cas had almost melted at the tender way Dean's fingers stroked along his jaw. "Happy birthday, Cas," Dean had murmured against his lips, and God, Cas swore he fell even more in love with Dean at that moment.
"Yes, today is one of those firsts," Dean said, shaking Cas from his reminiscing of their morning together. He watched for a moment as Dean picked up a knife and cut along the top of the pumpkin until he could reach inside.
"And why is that?" Cas asked, copying Dean's motions until he'd taken the top of the pumpkin off and started to spoon out the pulp into the bowl Dean had brought outside for them. Something about wanting to use the pulp to make Cas a pumpkin cake for his birthday. When Dean had proposed the idea that morning of baking a pumpkin cake for him, the thought had been so endearing that Cas had leaned across the kitchen table to kiss Dean once… okay maybe twice. Alright, maybe a dozen times. Maybe he just liked kissing Dean.
Now, Dean reached out across their patio table, locking their fingers together until their rings clinked against each other. "It's the first time we're really celebrating your birthday. 13 years ago you came into my life and became part of this family. And now it's special because this is the first time we're celebrating your birthday as husbands."
As if to emphasize the words, Dean tugged on Cas' hand until he could brush his lips over the ring on Cas' finger. Their hands were messy from the pumpkins but Cas didn't care. Not when Dean's lips pressed so tenderly against his ring finger before light kisses were dotted across his knuckles.
"The first time we're celebrating Halloween together, here, in our first home," Dean continued, gesturing to the pumpkins they were carving into Jack-o-lanterns. Decorating together even though Halloween was still weeks away, because they could do that now. Here, in their little house they were slowly renovating. Here, where they were starting their future together. They could celebrate anything they wanted.
A cool breeze wrapped around them, causing red and orange leaves to dance along the grass and up towards the table. The perfect autumn weather.
Cas was happy. Really happy. And he'd known that for a while, but the slow-drawn realization was enough to steal the air from Cas' lungs. When he looked up at Dean, it was like seeing him again for the first time; a bright radiating soul bursting with love and potential. When Cas had first laid eyes on him, he'd had no idea what that potential was going to blossom into. That it would create love and happiness and family.
"When is Jack coming back home?" Cas asked, suddenly filled with an urge to have his family close, not because they were in danger, but just because he loved them.
"Sam and Eileen said they'd bring him back from their last minute birthday shopping trip in less than an hour. So we'd better hurry up and carve these pumpkins so we can get some space for them to make their own Jack-o-lanterns when they get back," Dean said.
And there was that smile again on Dean's face. The same soft smile had been on his lips all day, as if Dean was seeing him for the first time in a whole new light. Awe and adoration. Love and sheer bliss.
Thirty minutes later, they were still carving pumpkins (they might've gotten a little distracted when Dean tugged Cas around the table and pulled him down until he could kiss Cas slow and deep) Jack came bounding into the garden with a large bag in his hands. "Happy birthday, Dad," Jack said, placing the bag in front of Cas. Wiping his hands on a towel, Cas reached into the bag and pulled out a collection of gardening tools designed with bees. Handles on tools shaped like bees, overalls with little bees dancing across the material, and a small ceramic bee to keep in the flowerbed. "Your two favorite things, bees and gardening."
Cas felt his heart swell in his chest, and he placed a gentle kiss on Jack's forehead. "Thank you, Jack."
"Alright, Kid, grab a pumpkin and let's get craving. Unless you don't want to help me bake Cas' birthday cake?" Dean teased.
Jack quickly scrambled to grab a pumpkin, sitting down next to Cas and copying him as he began to carve his pumpkin.
Sam and Eileen quickly joined the carving festivities, until 5 large pumpkins had been carved and a massive bowl had been filled with pulp and seeds. The pumpkins were decorated with ghosts and faces, sigils and even their names. Dean nudged his carved pumpkin over to Cas, and Cas felt that overwhelming love burning in his chest again. Dean and Cas Winchester was carved into the pumpkin; a little candle flickering inside and lighting their names up in a warm glow. Just another reminder they really were married. Cas kissed Dean like he had on their wedding night; achingly slow and full of every last drop of his love.
Baking the cake turned into a family affair, with Cas watching from the kitchen table and laughing as everyone made a mess. Dean kept sneaking over to Cas and kissing him every few minutes, until Cas snagged Dean and pulled him down into the chair; watching Jack and Eileen decorating the cake, which included Jack shoving as many candles as he could into the top with a playful laugh.
Wishes were made, cake was eaten, and Cas felt more loved than he'd ever imagined he could feel.
Once the festivities had wound down, with Jack off to bed and Sam and Eileen back at their own home, Cas sat in the kitchen watching as Dean cleaned the dishes. He ran his fingers over the handle of the Angel blade Dean had gifted him this morning; tracing his fingertips over the engraving.
Cas Winchester. Husband. Father. Brother. Angel, you are our family.
The gifting of the blade wasn't lost on Cas; a callback to Dean stabbing him in the heart 13 years ago. Except now, all these years later, Dean has gone and stolen his heart. And Cas wouldn't have it any other way.
When Dean joined him at the table a few minutes later, tilting Cas' head to nudge him into a breathtaking kiss, Cas sighed blissfully. "I love you,” he whispered.
Dean shook his head, kissing Cas again and again until Cas felt dizzy. “I love you. Happy birthday, Cas.”
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home workout | bokuto koutarou x gn!reader
“i’d let you do- do anything. anything you wan’ to me. i’m yours. all- all,” his voice raised a few octaves as the inside of your thighs brushed past his cockhead, “yours. all yours.”
warnings: 18+, sub!bokuto, jealous!reader (i mean who wouldn’t be when bokuto, your goddamn boyfriend, is perceived by other people the fuck), also lowkey possessive!reader, lotsa licking and sucking, nipple play, some praise (from reader) and some begging, brief mention of dacryphilia, kinda soft at the end
w/c: 1.5k sheesh
a/n: bokuto brainrot has me in literal tears. him being completely clueless to people flirting w him cus he doesn’t recognize romance from anyone but you has me so soft. i luv this man w my whole heart !!!!! ALSO THANKS FOR ALL THE LOVE ON THE BAKUGO FIC I JUST ABOUT SHIT MY PANTS WOOWWOWO
you weren’t an idiot. you knew that your boyfriend was attractive in literally every aspect of the word. he was sweet, patient, and kind, and what he lacked in academic smarts was made up tenfold in his emotional maturity and ability to read people. big and beefy, bokuto was all yours and all you wanted to stay trapped within his arms forever. unfortunately, to maintain the figure you adored so much and stay in shape for the volleyball season, he had to leave the four walls of your shared bedroom far more than you liked, having a daily obligation to spend a few hours at the gym.
once again, you weren’t an idiot. the few times that your work schedule and his training schedule aligned, you’d been able to work out together. and despite your knowledge of just how good-looking bokuto was and the fact that other people could perceive him (much to your chagrin) you were shocked at just how much people shamelessly flirted with him.
cute girls with matching leggings and sports bras practically clung to his biceps, gushing about how strong he was and how he could probably pick them up with just one hand. their incessant giggling, mesmerizing hair twirling, and teasing touches pissed you off to no end, and you’d tug your boyfriend away before their breasts got too close to him for your liking.
something else you noticed was that, no matter how blatantly obvious the girls seemed to be, the guys were somehow worse, flirting through terms you couldn’t even understand. they compared deadlift weights, bicep curls, hip thrusts; you gritted your teeth thinking about whether they’d ever compared cock sizes in the locker room—you wouldn’t put it past those thirsty gym rats. sneaky bastards.
and bokuto, of course, was oblivious to it all. how could you blame him—he was so used to being adored! you knew that, to him, all of their praises paled in comparison to yours, but you couldn’t help but feel jealous. he was all yours—should be all yours—and you hated sharing him with the world.
you woke up saturday morning with a ringing in your ears, hand smacking the nightstand trying to turn off that god-awful alarm noise, bleary eyes barely able to focus on the text notification from your boyfriend.
[5:33 AM] kou: gm babe!!!! i didnt wanna wake u up cus u looked so peaceful! im heading to the gym rn. text me when ur up! love uu
[5:34 AM] kou: should be home around 9!! gym bud wants to show me something so i might be a little late for breakfast.
just to reiterate, you weren’t an idiot. for all the annoying flirting you noticed when you were with bokuto, there was no doubt in your mind that there must be a lot more when he was at the gym alone, which, unluckily for you, was most of the time since he was a freakin’ pro athlete and all.
you couldn’t prevent the pool of envy from swirling in your gut. gym bud? are you serious? who could that be? the girl with the arm tat or the dude with the dreads? no, maybe its that yoga instructor with the ass—
you shook your head, clearing your brain. you’d be here for hours if you went through everyone at that stupid gym that had ever shown interest in bokuto. the clock read 9:53 AM and the green flame in your body only burned brighter. just as you were about to call him and ask where he was, the front door slammed open.
“babe! i’m home!”
you silently put your phone down, teeth still clenching in jealousy. for some reason, hearing his voice only exacerbated the tension in your shoulders. you needed him. now.
“babe?” his voice creeped closer as he tread through the hallway towards the room. “you up?”
you peeked your head out of the doorframe, cheery voice masking your devilish intentions, “kou!"
his eyes brightened as he made eye contact with you and flashed his trademark smile. “hey! what’s u-” he took in the mischievous glint in your eyes “-p?”
you grabbed his burly forearm, yanking him behind you and walking towards him, forcing him to stumble and fall back on the bed. “wait! i’m all gross and sweaty,” he said, “gym showers were broke-”
“i don’t care. take off your shirt.”
“wow, someone’s eager. missed me that much?”
“watch it,” you glared. “i’m not in the mood, kou.”
he gulped at the dominance radiating from your voice, scrambling to take off the t-shirt that stretched between his pecs perfectly. with the fabric off and throw haphazardly to the side, he looked to you expectantly, the epitome of innocence.
your eyes wandered over his sculpted chest, the remnants of a soft sheen of sweat from his workout making it shine in the sunlight pouring through the blinds. your heart stuttered in your chest—he looked like an angel. coupled with the way with his bottom lip was tucked under his front teeth and the wide, anticipating look in his eyes, fuck. you almost smiled how blessed you felt in that moment, to see him in such a raw, alluring position, before a jarring thought caused your lips to twitch back into a frown.
everyone else can see him, too.
your eyes hardened. maybe they can see him all big and strong, you thought, but they’ll never get to see him like this: submissive.
and so fucking sensitive.
within an instant, your lips were latched on the soft spot above his collarbone, causing him to whimper in pleasure. you continued to travel along his throat, slowly working your way to the other side of his neck and crossing back to nibble at his adam’s apple.
you unexpectedly pulled away, drawing a short whine from him, before repositioning yourself so that you were straddling his outstretched legs. slowly, starting from the hem of his shorts, you dragged your tongue between the ridges of his abs, moving up towards his pecs, tasting the saltiness of his sweat and feeling the muscles tense underneath.
“fuck,” he groaned. as your lips puckered around one of his peaked nipples, he uncontrollably jerked his hips up, inadvertently rubbing his sensitive cock between your legs. overwhelmed by the sensation, he moaned. “fuck.”
“you taste good,” you muttered, grazing your teeth over his other nipple. “just wanna taste you all the time. you’d let me, right?”
thoughts muddled by just how good everything felt, he nodded mindlessly. “i’d let you do- do anything. anything you wan’ to me. i’m yours. all- all,” his voice raised a few octaves as the inside of your thighs brushed past his cockhead, “yours. all yours.”
you paused. raising your head from his chest, you made eye contact with him, so intense he almost closed his eyes to shield himself from the blaze burning in your dilated pupils. “why’d you stop,” he begged, “i want more. feels so good and i wan’ mor-”
“say it again,” you demanded. “tell me that you’re mine.”
his eyes, glossed over and prickled with tears precariously close to falling, squeezed tightly as he spoke, unable to control the growing volume of his voice. “’m all yours. always. all yo- yours.” he gasped as you resumed your movements, pinching the sensitive skin around his v-line while fervently leaving sloppy kisses on his chest.
“good boy.”
he keened at your praise. another light touch to his cock combined with the passage of your mouth had him trembling, and his breath hitched as he cried out in warning, tears now flowing freely over his flushed cheeks. “m’ gonna cum, ‘m gonna, gonna cum.”
“yeah?” you whispered, lips brushing against his strained abs. “go ahead then.”
“fuck!” he whined, blabbering as you sat back and watched in awe of the beauty before you, a big strong man like him reduced to nothing more than a moaning mess. “fuck, fuck—you always make me feel so, s-so go-od, fuck i love you.”
with soaked shorts and an exhausted sigh, he dropped his head back onto the plush comforter of the bed. you flattened your palms on his quivering body, reeling from the aftershocks of his orgasm. he panted, running his fingers through your hair before nudging your face to look at him, staring at you with an expression of pure bliss and adoration. he studied you for a bit before declaring with a soft smile, “you’re the best. so fuckin’ happy that i’m yours.”
driven by affection, he sat up and reached his arms around your waist, snuggling his chin over your shoulder and mashing your chests, yours clothed and his naked, together. “kou wait!” you shrieked. “you’re all sweaty again! it’s gross!”
he chuckled. as if you hadn’t been spoiling him by licking it up just a few minutes ago. “you’re right. i‘m probably sweating more now than i was after my workout.”
at that, your ears perked up. “well maybe you should do home workouts more often then,” you teased.
“you’re right,” he repeated with a grin, “maybe i should.” if it meant more mornings like these, he’d forego the gym in a heartbeat.
that night, he canceled his gym membership. after all, he reasoned, it’s offseason anyway.
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Eight Circling Raven Championship Participants Earn LPGA Tour Membership
Professional Golfers Springboard from Event at CDA Casino Resort to Sport’s Highest Tier for Women
As the inaugural Circling Raven Championship presented by KXLY News 4 Now approached last August, representatives of the host venue proclaimed early and often that the professional tournament was a chance to see first-hand some of the world’s best women golfers.
That significant claim proved exceptionally true as eight of the 10 players who earned their LPGA TOUR cards for the 2022 season competed in the Circling Raven Championship.
“We’re honored to have had hosted these women in the 2021 Circling Raven Championship – it was amazing to hear them speak so highly about our course and its conditions – and we can’t wait to see next season’s group,” said Laura Penney, CEO, Coeur d’Alene Casino Resort Hotel. “We support empowering women through the game. Doing so was one of the objectives the Coeur d’Alene Tribe set when it decided to build Circling Raven Golf Club, and it also factored in our decision to hold the tournament here. Congratulations to these women who are elevating to the LPGA Tour. They work extremely hard and are incredibly talented. We’ll be rooting for them at the next level.”
The Symetra Tour annually awards LPGA Tour Membership to the top players on the “Race for the Card” money list, and the conclusion of the Symetra Tour Championship ushers in the 2021 graduating class.
Here are the 2021 Symetra Tour graduates who competed at the Circling Raven Championship. The number next to their name designates their finish in money earnings for the season.
No. 1 Lilia Vu (Fountain Valley, California) - $162,292
Three wins and eight total top-5 finishes sealed Symetra Tour Player of the Year honors for Vu. She won the Garden City Charity Classic in May, the Twin Bridges Championship in July and the Four Winds Invitational in August. The UCLA alumna led the Tour in par-4 scoring (3.956) and was second in scoring average (70.037).
“At a few points over the last couple years, I thought about putting the clubs away and going to law school, but my mom convinced me otherwise,” said Vu. “I’m happy she did and for my time on the Symetra Tour. It provided a renewed confidence in my game to help me succeed at the LPGA level. I know I’m ready for it, now.”
No. 2 Fatima Fernandez Cano (Santiago de Compostela, Spain) - $119,180
Make it back-to-back years as a Symetra Tour graduate for Cano. She was also No. 2 in 2020, when only the top-5 players earned LPGA Tour Membership because of the COVID-shortened season. It’s the first time since Jenny Gleason in 2011 and 2012 that a player finished the year as a Symetra Tour graduate in consecutive seasons. Fernandez Cano accomplished the feat thanks to 10 top-10 results which includes three runner-up performances.
No. 3 Casey Danielson (Osceola, Wisconsin) - $114,534
Two wins in her fourth season on the Symetra Tour propelled Casey Danielson into the Race for the Card Top 10. A four-time WIAA Division II State Championship medalist for Osceola High School and member of the 2015 NCAA Championship team at Stanford University, Danielson is now a Symetra Tour graduate and on her way to the LPGA Tour as a 2022 rookie. She collected her first professional win at the Symetra Classic in May and followed it up with another victory in July at the Donald Ross Classic, earning four additional top-10 results in 19 starts this season.
No. 4 Sophia Schubert (Oak Ridge, Tennessee) - $101,163
There may not have been a more memorable moment on the Symetra Tour in 2021 than when Schubert made eagle on the third hole of a sudden-death playoff to win the Carolina Golf Classic, her first professional win in the penultimate event of the season, and secure LPGA Tour Membership for 2022. It was a script out of a fairytale.
The 2017 U.S. Women’s Amateur champion ranked second on Tour in sub-par holes (236) and greens in regulation (80.6% through 60 rounds) and was second in birdies (232) this season. “The win in Greensboro is something that I’ll remember for the rest of my life … My mom is out watching just about every week and to share the accomplishments with her made it even more special,” said Schubert.
No. 7 Amanda Doherty (Atlanta, Georgia) - $90,921
With her eighth top-10 finish in 2021 and a tie for third at the Symetra Tour Championship, Doherty clinched her place in the Race for the Card Top 10 and Gaelle Truet Rookie of the Year honors. She ranked fourth on Tour in scoring average (70.527), sub-par holes (231) and birdies (224). A Florida State University alumna, Doherty was a 2018 All-ACC selection and competed at the inaugural Augusta National Women’s Amateur in 2019.
No. 8 Allison Emrey (Charlotte, North Carolina) - $82,644
It was a tough start to the season for Emrey, missing three cuts in her first four events. But her maiden Symetra Tour win at the IOA Golf Classic presented by RP Funding in May was the breakthrough she needed. Emrey collected four top-10 finishes the rest of the year enroute to securing her spot in the Race for the Card top 10.
“There are so many ups and downs in a golf season and every week on the Symetra Tour is a true grind. I think it’s the best way to prepare for the LPGA Tour,” said Emrey.
No. 9 Morgane Metraux (Lausanne, Switzerland) - $75,771
In 2019, Metraux suffered a shoulder injury that sidelined her for 10 months. Two years later, she is a Symetra Tour graduate. Metraux also elected to not compete on the Symetra Tour in 2020 due to the coronavirus pandemic, making her run in the Race for the Card that much more impressive.
“Reaching this goal just a couple years after a pretty devastating injury could be surprising, but I feel like I took the right steps to recover and keep my game in shape to at least give myself a chance at the top 10. The opportunity to play on the LPGA is something I’ve dreamed of since I was a little girl.”
No. 10 Rachel Rohanna (Marianna, Pennsylvania) - $75,608 A two-time Symetra Tour champion, Rohanna is now a two-time Symetra Tour graduate. She co-led the Symetra Tour in eagles (9) this season, and she won the 2017 Symetra Tour Championship when she was six weeks pregnant. “This time as a Symetra Tour graduate means a little more because I have [my daughter] here with me. It’s so special to be able to share the moment with her and see the smile on her face. Making it through a Symetra Tour season is one thing, but to do it as a mom and finish in the top 10 is a testament to my amazing family and team.
For details about next year’s tournament, including sponsor, volunteer, and spectator opportunities, contact Coeur d’Alene Casino Resort Hotel and Circling Raven at: 1.800.523.2464 or visit www.cdacasino.com.
About Circling Raven Golf Club and Coeur d’Alene Casino Resort Hotel
Owned/operated by Coeur d’Alene Tribe, Circling Raven is in the scenic Idaho panhandle approximately 55 minutes from Spokane International Airport (GEG). Designed by golf course architect Gene Bates, it measures a brawny 7,189 yards from the rear tees. The 18-hole layout sprawls magnificently through 620 acres of woodlands, wetlands, and Palouse grasses. Its gleaming white sand bunkers are large and strategically placed and its hole variety ingenious. Other Coeur d’Alene Casino Resort Hotel amenities and activities include the full-service Spa Ssakwa’q’n (pronounced Sock-wock-en); 300 hotel rooms; bars, restaurants, lounges, and eateries; cultural immersion options; and more. The casino just completed a $15 million renovation of its gaming floor and Events Center in 2019. Circling Raven has garnered numerous best-in-kind honors since opening, including being rated a Top 100 Resort Course, Best in State, and a Top U.S. Casino Course. Its golf shop has won national and regional awards for its excellence and its variety of products, displays, and performance.
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