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fabricated-misslieness · 5 months ago

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ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: tyler owens x cowboy male reader

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: there's a new cowboy at the rodeo tyler used to ride for, and tyler's itching to get to know him.

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 4.06k

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: plenty swearing, implied death in an acted play

ᴍᴀʏʙ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: cowboy slang vocabulary

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Rodeos are basically a second home for the famous Tornado Wrangler, Tyler Owens. This particular one he visits as often as he can, on weekend evenings to watch the show he used to ride for.

Sometimes, he misses it. He misses the blinding lights that make him forget he's in a glorified pit rather than a stage, and the whistling cheers and claps as he's fighting for his life on the back of a bull; most of all, he misses seeing his cowboy friends damn near every day for practice, especially the old rats that twister-signals him every time they spot each other.

Speaking of, he always tries to waive the fee for his ticket, and when he's too stubborn to accept, they bump down the $15 dollar price to a $3. Not that he ever agrees to that, either. He wants to support them.

All that history means he can always tell when they hire a new cowboy for the show, and this one, well, whew. Isn't he a looker?

Probably, anyway. The cowboy poncho's doing nothin' for his figure, and he's got his scarf up over his nose like the less pleasurable corona's still going around, but he's always had a little thing for cowboys with rat tails and hats over their eyes. Silly little things they are to want to act a mystery–fellers'll often get exposed one way or another–but there's just something about you that lassoes him in.

When Liam sees him walking over after the show, a purposeful look in his eye, he has to ask if he's coming back. "You finally quittin' your storm chaser business, cowpoke? We're startin' to miss ya."

"No, not today. Maybe when I'm forty." Tyler indulges him with a far off idea, like he always does to make small talk, but today he just can't wait to get to the point. "Who's the tenderfoot?"

"Oh, (Y/N)?" Liam chuckles, like a pleasant memory already brightens his mind just from the name. "He's good, ain't he?"

"Yeah, y'all train 'em for three months beforehand." Tyler brushes it off. He was good, but that wasn't the point, and–

"He's a total Bronc Buster, actually."

"Yeah, yeah," He dismisses it once more. "why the scarf? And the hat over his eyes?"

"We're starting a new thing next week." Liam strikes him with that famous excited grin of his, the one that often makes you forget how stern he can get, "Theatre plays on horseback."

"Plays on horseback–?"

"Yeah!" He replies with a nod like it's nothing. "Well, it's just regular plays without a stage, proper backdrops or a light crew," He lists off, then realizes just how depressive that must sound, "and real horses."

"Yeah, that's great, Liam, but why does that matter, exactly?" Tyler still had that one objective in mind, and that's finding out the mystery behind the newest cowboy on horseback.

"He's playin' the villain, of course. Gotta tease the man before we premier the show, builds up the anticipation, obviously."

"Right, right..." Though he trails off, he tries to act as though he knew the obvious marketing strategy, because obviously you put a man in a poncho and obstruct his vision so he looks like a good villain—that aside, he can't deny it worked.

"Look, dabster," Liam's the one waving him off this time, "he'll do fine, we'll do fine! We've rehearsed a lot, and we're sure it's a good idea."

"Uh-huh?"

"Just make sure to come on Friday rather than the weekend." Liam digs his finger into Tyler's chest, looking him in the eye so the man knows he's serious. "I mean it. We're only airing this thing on Fridays, it's long as all hell, Ty."

"How long?" Tyler deadpans.

"Pfft." Liam waves it off, "Long. Like Broadway up north. Lotta acting, intermission to push our food sales, then more acting. Climax, boom, tears and victory."

"Y'know the famous ones like Hamilton run for under three hours, right?" Tyler raises a brow. "Like a movie?"

"Like they say, you can't rush art, Tyler." Liam pats Tyler's shoulder twice reassuringly before he's pushing past and calling out his goodbyes with a yell. He had to leave with a one-liner, huh?

The buckaroo's just yammering, Tyler thinks to himself as he watches his old friend walk off. He only notices that he didn't get to ask for the new guy's number when his faraway figure gets to the size of a bean.

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"Flee, Danika, flee!" You shout to your horse as you barrel dive into cover. She does as promised, fleeing just far enough away that she'll hear your whistle once you've dealt with these bad, bad men.

With your back pressed against a rock and bullets just wooshin' past, you let the empty shells fall from your chamber to the ground and replace them. One by one, pressure's on, your fingers twitch, but they don't hesitate.

You'll get out of here alive, you always do.

You heave a breath, then another, a steady stream of inhales n' exhales, you're calming your heartbeat and will shoot with its rhythm.

Three, two...

Leaning over the edge of the rock, you aim.

Three, two, one.

Three men gone, off their horses and thudding against the harsh, hard ground, but there's more, ridin' in from the east and already prepping their aim. You scramble to get off your ass and into proper cover, the hay shed will do.

There's sweat over your face, it's making your scarf stick. You can't think about taking it off now, lest any of those boys make it out alive and see your face.

As the beat of the hooves comes to a stop, you peak 'round the open side of the shed and shoot.

Three, two, click, click, click.

Gods be damned, you've run out of bullets. You rush to flick open the chamber and empty the shells to replace them; the process is as natural as breathing to you, but not quite as fast.

A man rounds the corner, and you instinctively whip your revolver at his head to result in a crack that sounds all too real.

As the man thuds behind you, you peek around the corner with fresh bullets.

"We'll get you, you sonuvah gun!" The last of the reinforces is a coward, or a scout, as he's now ridin' away on his horse, but he's too gracious a host to consider leaving you without a parting gift.

The bullet that was meant for his head gets the dynamite that's gliding its way towards you, catching it mid air and detonating it early, before it gets you.

The force of the faroff explosion nearly knocks your hat off your head and your ass to the ground, if you hadn't already been there.

"Lord almighty..." You let your revolver fall to the ground harmlessly–which bounces off a little more than it's really meant to–and sigh.

The hat comes off, then the scarf, and you breathe, breathe, breathe.

You're alive, and you've got more enemies. Oh, who cares? What's a few more names to the list?

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As the crowd finally sees the villain's face for the first time, people whistle and ooh at the him.

Tyler's gut feeling was right: he is a looker.

That aside, the storm chaser had to admit, old Liam was onto something, even with the noticeably fake props. The only thing he's wondering is why it's been one hour and the regular rodeo show is resuming as usual. It's not intermission, cause they're not pushing food marketing as Liam said they would.

He doesn't have to ponder very long as he meets up with his old friend again.

"I took your advice to heart, actually. I knew the ol' star would be exhausted after all of it, so I thought we'd split it over a month, and play the same section all weekend. More ticket sales."

Tyler raised a brow at the mention of the protagonist, "Ol' star? He had one scene."

"Not him," Liam says it like he should know, like they're both back in front of the drawing board again, "(Y/N)."

"The villain's the star?" Tyler deadpans.

Liam chuckles in turn, "Didn't you hear the crowd when we finally revealed his face?"

"Oh." Tyler shakes his head, "Well, ain't he dyin' later? Stars don't die."

"Ehhh..." Liam waves his hand and shakes his head side to side in a kind of gesture. "It's implied."

"It's implied?"

"Endings are best left up to interpretation!" The man flourishes with a grand gesture, heaving more energy around than Tyler's used to seeing from him. This thing must really be a passion project. "Don't ruin it, for me, son."

Tyler raises both his hands in surrender at that. "You won't see nothin' from me, old man."

Tyler lets him walk off this time, he deserves that much; only then does he realize that he hasn't got the new guy's number. Again.

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"Negotiations? I don't do negotiations." You're huddled behind cover, hidden from view as you talk with the alleged big huncho of the mining camp. He brought reinforcement, nothing you can't handle, but it could still spell trouble.

"I like to look at a man when I'm talkin' to him."

You scoff. "Like hell I'll peek. You'll blow my head clean off if I try."

"I'm a man of my word." He insists, his deep jazzy voice just screaming a man of wealth and contracts.

"And so am I, but you wouldn't trust that." Idly, you check the chamber of your revolver, having learned from your mistakes. Six bullets, not shells, ready to be fired.

"Touché, good sir."

"Good sir?"

"As I understand it," The man says, his voice is strong to reach your ears but it ain't threatening, "you just want a cut of my money."

"And if I do?" You click the chamber back in place, listening for out of place sounds like footsteps.

"I'm willing to pay." Oh, that haughty bastard really thinks he's gonna get you with that?

"Like hell you are." You laugh, a loud thing so you make sure he hears that you're not gullible.

As the big man begins to speak again, surely more lies that are meant to coerce you into taking the bait, you throw a stray wood chip up into the air.

Bang!

The split second after it sees the light of day, the wood chip is shot to splinters, right as you'd expected.

"I think negotiations are over, sir..?"

"Cornwall." The man sighs out his name. "Good day to you, sir."

"Good day, sir Cornwall."

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As he often finds himself doing nowadays, Tyler goes around searching for Liam to talk about a particular someone. Little does he know that where he usually finds his old friend, he'll finds someone else.

"Excuse me," He begins politely, not recognizing the man from behind. "have you seen Liam?"

When you turn around to reply instead of another cowboy he might know, his little stunned gaze makes your words take on a confused tone. "He's playing his part in the pit..?"

"Oh." Tyler has barely any time to register that Liam's actually taking part in the acting biz before he's scrambling to greet you properly. "You're (Y/N), right? The new guy?"

"That's me." You nod your head and take a sip from your bottle. In a couple minutes you'll be back in the show again, so you're making the most of your small break. "And you?"

"Um, Tyler. Tyler Owens. Does Liam not talk about me?"

As the star of the million-follower YouTube channel Tornado Wranglers, Tyler thinks he's kind of a big deal around Oklahoma, especially around here as he used to ride for the local rodeo. He's usually not an arrogant guy, unless he decides to play it up for the competition, but...he finds that his ego is a little bruised now.

"I'm just playin' with you, poppet. Liam never stops singing his praises 'bout you." You offer your hand for a shake, a well placed gesture if you hadn't just called him poppet.

Tyler flushes a little, because, well, poppet's quite an endearing term and you're hot and there's something about men that are sweaty and out of breath. He manages to shake your hand without making a fool of himself anyway. "What does Liam say about me?"

"He said that you've taken a million kicks from bulls and you still managed to go an get yourself a fancy degree, that you're tough as nails and can always tell when he slips you belly wash." You list off a couple of less than good things about him in detail so excrutiating that Tyler knows Liam's said them time and time again. "Oh, and that you always rode pretty well."

Tyler comes out of it a little embarrassed, and his voice therefore comes out meek, like he hasn't spoken for a while. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." You laugh and pat his shoulder. "You know how Liam is, he'll point out how you're a hill of beans and then praise ya."

His shoulders deflate with relief and he laughs along with you. "Yeah, I know 'im."

"Truth be told, it's kinda nice to hear about the real man as opposed to the Tornado Cowboy persona." You say it kind of sheepishly, which is rather nice to see when he's only ever had a cocky you to compare to.

Plus, you'd just admitted that you watch his videos, making his grin widen. "You a fan?"

"Don't get too full o' yourself, cowboy." You point a finger at him, huffing a laugh. "I see you in the stands every week."

He could just say it's because this play is an ongoing thing with a new sorta 'episode' each week, which is the truth, or he could flirt along. "You caught me," He hisses like it's a big deal and it's embarrassing to be caught. "I am your biggest fan."

"You like anti-heroes, do ya?" You chuckle, narrowing your eyes at him.

"I'm as gullible as everyone else, darlin'. I'll like any villain so long as they're hot n' ride good." He sends a wink over, because there ain't no subtlety when there's a crowd just a ways away you've gotta shout over.

You wolf-whistle in turn, "Is that so, poppet?"

"I'm being simon-pure." He insists, tipping his hat for extra measure.

This is going well for Tyler, you're responsive to his flirting and you can match it too. Unfortunately, good things always have to come to an end.

"Listen, Tyler," You indulge him with a laugh but unfortunately point towards the stage. "I don't wanna miss my cue, so I've got to...well, you know. What I'm saying is..."

"Wanna grab a root later?" Tyler takes the opportunity to ask first, eagerly at that.

"Yeah," You smile, grateful that he took the opportunity. "yeah, uh, want my number?"

It's the fourth week in a row Tyler watches another figure walk off on a Friday evening, but this time he's got his prize secured, and he's left more hopeful than regretful.

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These stubborn miners are just setting up more and more defenses, to the point where you're pondering what marks the difference between a mining camp and a Pinkerton camp. Is it gun count or armed miner count?

You settle into prone on a ridge overlooking the camp to make your figure less noticeable amidst the bright sky–earning you a couple strange bird caws from onlooking eagles–and scout out with your binoculars.

"Tall fences," You begin to mutter under your breath. "sniper outposts on the roof, a guard at the wagon rail, no, two; several on each little path in and out."

And...is that a Gatling gun? "Ugh, seriously?"

"What is it, my darling?" Your sweetheart calls from behind you. Before you can answer, she's rolling you over onto your back and settling half on your lap. The geese in V-formation above caw louder.

"Nothing to worry your pretty little head about." You assure, a nice smile on your face as you steady the gal.

You couldn't worry her, no, you're doing this all for her, after all. It's not her fault her daddy got their family into a deep, six foot grave kind of debt before the man got himself killed in a fishing trip gone wrong, after all.

"There is always somethin' to worry over." She giggles, hands trailing over your chest, pulling your attention away for the moment.

"I know, poppet, but–"

"You're worryin' right now." She points out, drawing circles over your heart with her pointer.

You sigh, "I know."

"Let me take your handsome lil' mind off it, can I?"

She's already leaning down before you can even say no.

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As soon as you start kissing up that pretty girl in that pit you take for a stage, Tyler looks down at his phone. He taps the screen impatiently, almost as if you'll answer him right now while you're up there, all busy.

Hey, it's Tyler. It was nice meeting you.

How does six at the Hay Shed sound?

"He ghosted me." Tyler groans. It's covered up by the sound of the ooh-ing crowd, but he doesn't much care if it's heard or not. "Seriously, I find a man as fine as cream gravy, and he ghosts me?"

It was too good to be true. You're hot, you called him poppet, and you were receptive to his flirting; too good to be true.

...

"Liam, hey! Can I borrow a horse?"

Nothing's better for clearing the mind than a good horse ride right before sunset, it's like long walks at the beach. Tyler often found that it was also great for dealing with break ups or, in this situation, not even making it to the talking stage.

He doesn't check his phone, doesn't even realize it's vibrating in place with it in the saddle bag. Instead, his eyes are straight ahead.

He's riding towards the sunset like it's the end of a movie, and what a poor, short movie it is.

It's fine. It's fine, it really is. It's not like he was already mashed, anyway, no sir! He's just disappointed. It's a big cavernous feeling in his chest like it's empty, when it's really filled with something none too good.

"Ah," Tyler sighs out, hopefully exhaling all them feelings. He pats the horse, watches its ears twitch as he talks. "You understand me, big guy?"

He's too caught up in feeling sorry for himself to hear someone else riding up beside him.

"Perfect spot for a first date, huh?"

"Holy shit, what the fuck?" Tyler damn near falls off his horse. He has to hold onto the reigns with white knuckles in order not to.

"You done airin' your lungs, poppet?" You only grin in return, pointing out your shirt pocket, at your phone. "I shot you a text."

Tyler huddles closer to his horse's neck. Though he's still heaving recovering breaths, he finds the sass to say, "About a week late."

"Yeah, 'm sorry about that." You rub the back of your neck, your smile melting with shame. "I'm kind of a busy man."

"Oh, yeah?" He shoots back with furrowed brows and a scowl.

"Yeah, I totally deserve that." You bow your head a little, "It's just, I work the show all weekend, and I was so exhausted comin' back in on Tuesday that it totally slipped my mind."

Oh.

"Let me make it up to you?" You ask hopefully, looking at him with those sheep's eyes, and it makes him feel a little guilty.

"I'm sorry." Tyler says quickly, straightening up and all and mirroring your apologetic look.

"No, no, it's totally fine!"

"I mean, I totally didn't realize–"

So there you both are, spewing excuses to be sorry for each other, guilt eating away at you like worms do a book. There seems to be no end to it. Your pseudo-argument stretches as far as the horizon, up until the sun sets below it.

"Seriously, let me make it up to you." Before he can even reply, you continue. "You said the Hay Shed, yeah? I'll buy our dinner, no big deal."

"I–" Tyler starts up, but you shoot him a pointed look, quieting him down. "Okay."

"Okay, good." That nice, charming smile of yours builds up again, and he almost swoons.

"Race you?" He smiles back, tipping his head forward.

You're already shifting into proper form. "Oh, you're on, cowboy."

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You're sitting in your porch in that old rocking chair of yours, your white hair sweeping off your forehead as an easy breeze blows past. Your fingers tap to the rhythm of your boy playing the guitar and his mother singing along. Ranch life has treated both you and Danika well. The old girl gets to snack on sugar cubes every day while you got to lock your revolvers away and sip on fine liquor every night after dinner.

It's been a good life, you think as you watch the sun set. Your sins are long behind you.

...this isn't how you planned to die.

No, not in this damn cave away from your girl, slowly choking on fumes, trapped in by a cave in.

Somewhere, distantly, you can hear that good for nothing hero laughing like old Saint Nick himself, shouting to the world his victory.

It's not even his, you think stubbornly, because you won't give him the victory of thinking your death is his to brag about, it's this damned fire and these damned rocks.

You were so, so close. You've killed dozens of men just to get in this gods-damned gold mine and steal a couple nuggets for your girl, and you almost made it out.

This is how you'll die, all alone here choked by a fire.

Oh hells. If you're going to die you might as well die by the hands of a man who's actually worthy of the kill.

Shakily, you lift your hand.

This world was shit. Hope the next is greener.

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"Ah, oh god, fuck off!" Tyler shouts, and despite all that fight to shove your lips off his chin and his face, he's laughing.

"What, am I not pretty enough for ya, darlin'?" You pull him closer with warm–noticeably not scalding–hands at his waist, puckering your lips playfully at him.

There's black makeup, soot, over your face: on your cheeks, 'round your eyes, on your forehead, everywhere.

"Go boil your shirt!" With one shove, he pushes you so hard you fall into your vanity chair. The flimsy old thing rocks from side to side before settling back down with your weight on it.

You roll your eyes, picking up a makeup wipe once stabilized to begin cleaning yourself off. "If you didn't like me, you just had to say so."

"Don't be like that." Before you can answer, he's turning your chair and sitting on your lap, though when you try to kiss him, he pushes you away again. "You're not done yet, cowpoke."

You huff and whine, and you'd kick your feet if you could, like it's the worst shame in the world.

"Don't pitch a fit at me." He points a finger at you and you laugh in turn.

"No, of course not, darling."

Tyler waits patiently as you wipe the makeup off, realizing as he does that he's been through worse shit: the biggest tornadoes, the harshest thunder storms, and the stickiest mud. Although to be fair, he hasn't had mud that transfers as easily as this cheap makeup does on his face before.

"That good enough?" He shakes his head, prompting you to huff and wipe your face again. "Now?"

It's still not good enough for him. Fortunately, he snatches up the wipe and passes it over your face himself. It feels as rough as a cat's tongue or your dad hosing you down after you tracked mud around the house, and you're fixing to speak your mind about it.

"There you are." Tyler's face emerges from behind the wipe, a wide, teasing smile on his face that tells you he was wiping you off longer than he needed to. "Apple-pie order."

His lips are on yours right after that, drowning you with a toad strangler of love. Your complaints die out right on your tongue, because how could you ever be mad at him?

Answer is: you can't.

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ɴᴏᴛᴇ: i watched this movie in spanish so i don't know what tyler's cowboy nickname is in english and i've also forgotten some details in the movie (ex: if it was mentioned that scott and javi are ex-boyfriends, i literally did not notice until i read the wiki)

#🌸 // success!#💞 // darlings #tyler owens x male reader #tyler owens x reader #twisters x reader #twisters x male reader #🎟 // twisters #🎫 // tyler owens #🎫 // tyler #🤬 // swearshirt

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apod · 10 months ago

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2024 February 19

Looking Sideways from the Parker Solar Probe Video Credit: NASA, JHUAPL, Naval Research Lab, Parker Solar Probe; Processing: Avi Solomon; h/t: Richard Petarius III; Music: Beethoven's Symphony No. 7, Second Movement; Music Credit: Wikimedia Commons

Explanation: What's happening near the Sun? To help find out, NASA launched the robotic Parker Solar Probe (PSP) to investigate regions closer to the Sun than ever before. The PSP's looping orbit brings it nearer to the Sun each time around -- every few months. The featured time-lapse video shows the view looking sideways from behind PSP's Sun shield during its 16th approach to the Sun last year -- from well within the orbit of Mercury. The PSP's Wide Field Imager for Solar Probe (WISPR) cameras took the images over eleven days, but they are digitally compressed here into about one minute video. The waving of the solar corona is visible, as is a coronal mass ejection, with stars, planets, and even the central band of our Milky Way Galaxy streaming by in the background as the PSP orbits the Sun. PSP has found the solar neighborhood to be surprisingly complex and to include switchbacks -- times when the Sun's magnetic field briefly reverses itself.

∞ Source: apod.nasa.gov/apod/ap240219.html

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itsgerges · 3 months ago

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The Planets Were Moving In Their Orbits Before The Sun Creation (Revised)

The Sun Creation

The sun is created depending on the planets motions- because- the sun rays is created by the planets motions energies- In details- Planet motion produces energy (1/2 mv^2) and from this energy the sun rays is created- means- the sun is not doing nuclear fusion to produce its rays but the planets motions energies total is used to produce the sun rays– that explains why the sun corona temperature is 5 million Kelvin but the sun surface temperature is 5800 Kelvin- because the energy is not produced from the sun body but the energy comes from out of the sun body (from the planets motions energies total)- This theory is discussed based on 5 hypotheses.

The First Hypothesis

The Sun Rays Is Created By The Gravitational Waves Motions Energies

This Is Extraordinary: Gravity Can Create Light, All on Its Own

https://www.msn.com/en-us/news/technology/this-is-extraordinary-gravity-can-create-light-all-on-its-own/ar-AA19YL5d?ocid=hpmsnHYPERLINK "https://www.msn.com/en-us/news/technology/this-is-extraordinary-gravity-can-create-light-all-on-its-own/ar-AA19YL5d?ocid=hpmsn&cvid=620db4352aa943e2b454919a7b724604&ei=83"&HYPERLINK "https://www.msn.com/en-us/news/technology/this-is-extraordinary-gravity-can-create-light-all-on-its-own/ar-AA19YL5d?ocid=hpmsn&cvid=620db4352aa943e2b454919a7b724604&ei=83"cvid=620db4352aa943e2b454919a7b724604HYPERLINK "https://www.msn.com/en-us/news/technology/this-is-extraordinary-gravity-can-create-light-all-on-its-own/ar-AA19YL5d?ocid=hpmsn&cvid=620db4352aa943e2b454919a7b724604&ei=83"&HYPERLINK "https://www.msn.com/en-us/news/technology/this-is-extraordinary-gravity-can-create-light-all-on-its-own/ar-AA19YL5d?ocid=hpmsn&cvid=620db4352aa943e2b454919a7b724604&ei=83"ei=83

This new article tells the gravitational waves can move by speed of light and can produce a light beam-

I suppose -the sun rays is produced based on this method by the gravitational waves motions and not by the sun nuclear fusion- also – I claim No star rays is produced by the nuclear fusion process but all rays are created by the gravitational waves motions energies as the article states.

The Second Hypothesis

The gravitational waves are produced by the planets motions energies- and not by the gravitational field- moreover- The sun is Not producing any gravitational field-

The Third Hypothesis

The gravitational waves are reflected in the solar system- the wave reflection causes changes for the waves properties and data- the major change is that- the reflection causes to square the wave velocity- means- the gravitational wave moves by velocity (V), if this wave is reflected, it would move by velocity (V^2) after the reflection-

The gravitational waves are reflected three times in the solar system- two times in the outer planets and one time only in the inner planets-

The Fourth Hypothesis

The Planets Motions Use Different Rates Of Time

The rate of time use is useful because it enables to accumulate the planets motions energies during a period of time- understandable- Planet motion energy is small energy and the sun rays is massive energy and that necessitates to accumulate the planets motions energies total during a period of time to store motion energy sufficient to be used for the sun rays creation- Shortly- if the planets motions don't use rates of time, no massive motion energy can be provided and for that NO enough energy will be found to produce the sun rays-means- No light beam can be created

The rate of time depends on the velocities rate

Example (one hour of Mercury clock = 1.6 hours of the Earth clock) because Mercury velocity =1.6 the Earth velocity– the hypothesis is explained and proved in details

The Fifth Hypothesis

Neptune Motion Causes Negative Effects On The Sun Rays Production Process are

Neptune motion caused the gravitational waves to be reflected two times in the outer planets where one reflection is enough for the required process- the wave reflection is repeated by Neptune negative effect on the solar system motion

Neptune caused to decrease the gravitational wave speed by one percent- where the gravitational wave moves by speed of light Neptune caused to decrease this speed by 1% creating a speed = (99% of the speed of light=297000 km/s) and by this speed (0.99C) the relativistic effects are created in the solar system

NOTICE

The solar system is one machine performs one Job- and this Job is The Sun Rays Production - All planets motions are used as parts to perform this one Job-

The Sun Rays Production Is Done By Two Basic Tasks

(1st task) The Provision Of The Sufficient Energy For The Sun Rays Production- and the sufficient energy is prepared by the motions of the five planets (Saturn- Jupiter- Venus- The Earth- The Moon – and Mars) because these five planets motions are used to create the general rate of time based on which The Sun Rays Are Created.

(discussed in details in the 3rd hypothesis)

(2nd task) The mechanism by which the light beam is created- and this mechanism is the relative motion- the gravitational waves move relative to the sun point of space- by this relative motion the sun rays are created- means- the required energy is prepared and provided by the aforementioned five planets- and when the sufficient energy be provided this energy is sent to the planets which create the mechanism and the mechanism uses the sufficient energy to produce The Sun Rays

The mechanism depends on the motions of 3 planets (Mercury- Venus and the moon)

Specially Venus, because Venus reflects the wave toward Mars and defines its trajectory angle to create the relative motion between the wave and the sun point of space- the relative motion is discussed in details in the explanation of the (first and second hypotheses)

The Explanation Of The First And Second Hypotheses

Let's remember The 1st Hypothesis

This Is Extraordinary: Gravity Can Create Light, All on Its Own

The article tells the gravitational waves can move by speed of light and can produce a light beam – I suppose

(The Sun Rays Is Created By The Gravitational Waves Motions Energies And Not By The Sun Nuclear Fusion -Also All Stars Rays Are Created By This Method And No Rays Is Created By The Nuclear Fusion Process)

And –The 2nd Hypothesis

The gravitational waves are produced by the planets motions energies- and not by the gravitational field- moreover- The sun is Not producing any gravitational field-

The two hypotheses explain how the sun rays creation depends on the planets motions because The Sun Rays Are Produced By The Gravitational Waves Motions Energies as the article states AND The Gravitational Waves Are Produced By The Planets Motions Energies-

The two hypotheses are discussed together in 4 Points

First Point (The Gravitational Waves Source)

The gravitational waves are produced by the planets motions energies- and not by the gravitational field- moreover- The sun is Not producing any gravitational field-

I provide 2 major proves for this hypothesis which are- (1st proof/ Planet Motion Energy Analysis) and (2nd proof /The Sun Gravitational Field Refutation)

1st Proof / Planet Motion Energy Analysis

Planet motion produces energy (1/2 mv^2), Let's ask, where's Planet motion energy? the planet can NOT store its motion energy inside its body because it would raise its temperature and No planet temperature is raised by its motion- logically- the planet motion energy is stored in the space in waves form- means- Planet motion energy creates waves in the space- the planet motion in the space is similar to a fish swimming in the sea- as the fish swimming creates waves in the water the planet motion energy creates waves in the space- let's see this picture clearly- the fish swims because it hits the water by its body and that creates waves in the water- we conclude, the water waves move by a velocity equal the fish velocity because of the reaction force- similar to that- Planet moves in the space and its motion energy creates waves in the space and these waves move by velocity equal the planet velocity- for example- Mercury (47.4 km/s) moves and its motion energy creates waves in the space and these waves move by equal velocity (47.4 km/s)- based on this idea- All planets move and their motions energies create waves in the space where each wave moves by velocity equal its planet velocity –

AND

I suppose these waves are the gravitational waves

AND

The planets revolve around the sun in the same one direction and for that their motions energies create waves in the space and these waves move perpendicular on the revolution direction (Toward Pluto orbit)

AND

In Pluto orbit these waves are unified together into one unified wave- this wave moves by a velocity = 205.8 km/s why?

The 9 planets velocities total=176 km/s but I add the Earth moon velocity (29.8 km/s) that makes the total to be 205.8 km/s – I add the moon velocity because the energy is stored finally in the moon orbit-

Note- the moon velocity is 27.8 km/s BUT the Earth and the moon revolve around the sun together for that the moon velocity should be considered equal the earth velocity relative to (the sun) –

The 1st Proof Conclusion

The Planet Motion Energy Creates Waves In The Space

Means - The Space Must Have Moving Waves

Now -the scientists had discovered waves in the space- And- they considered these waves are produced by The Sun Gravitational Field – BUT Why?

The planet motion energy analysis proves the waves must be produced by the planets motions energies- Now let's refute the sun gravitational field theory- the refutation gives support for the conclusion that – the gravitational waves are produced by the planets motions energies and NOT by the gravitational field because there's NO Gravitational field.

2nd Proof / The Refutation Of The Sun Gravitational Field

The Sun Doesn't Produce A Gravitational Field Nor Has Massive Gravity – let's prove that in following

(1)

The sun rotation period is (25.4 days– at equator) and (34.4 days – at pole) that shows the sun has no massive gravity nor even ordinary gravity equal any planet gravity otherwise the sun would rotate around its axis in one period of time-

(2)

No Planet Moves By The Sun Gravity – Newton is wrong- because- the planet moves by the force caused its creation- means- the planet creation and motion is done by one force only- because- if two forces have effects on the same one planet this planet would be broken- now- suppose the planet is created (by any force) and the sun gravity attracted this planet and forced it to revolve around the sun by the sun mass massive gravity (as Newton imagined) that would force the planet to move against its inner creation and will cause this planet to be broken- this is similar to a human is forced to walk on his hands in place of his legs and when this human refuses to do that (they told him we can force you by our power) for that this human walk on his hands forcedly and later this human is dead by this motion- shortly- the planet is NOT broken by its motion because the planet creation force is the force causes this planet motion- it's one force caused the planet creation and motion-

Newton mistake is that he didn't know how the planet is created and by that he didn't realize that planet creation and motion are done together by the same one source- simply- the sun didn't cause to create any planet and for that the sun doesn't cause any planet to move- this analysis shows logical base but left us with puzzles to know (by what rule the planet moves?) and (Why is the sun found in the solar system if it doesn't cause the planets motions?) these questions are answered in the paper abstract and discussions.

(3)

The mass gravity force can NOT cause any motion- again Newton is wrong- the mass gravity creates a bond between two masses- (the Earth and the moon are bond by the mass gravity)- by that they are similar to a lorry and its trailer – if the lorry moves the trailer will move with the lorry- but the mass gravity can NOT cause any motion- why? suppose the moon moves by the Erath gravity force- the moon moves and produces energy (1/2mv^2) and we have to ask from what source this energy will be provided?- from the mass itself- means if the Earth causes the moon to move the Earth and the moon masses should be decreased by the motion energy- this is a wrong definition for the mass gravity- the mass gravity creates a bond between two masses (The Earth and the moon) if some outer force causes the Earth to move the moon will move with the Earth and in this case the outer force will provide the motion energy for the Earth and the moon-

(4)

The planets order contradicts Newton gravitation equation- where- the gravitation equation tells (greater mass necessitates shorter distance)- clearly- Jupiter the greatest mass is not the most near planet to the sun- means- the planets order contradicts the equation- when we asked the physicist told us this problem is done by (the initial conditions)- all these are nonsense clearly- planet orbital distance does NOT depend on the sun mass nor on the planet mass- planet orbital distance depends on the neighbor planet orbital distance – my equation proves this fact- let's see it

Planet orbital distance equation (my 1st equation)

d^2= 4do (d-do) where d= planet orbital distance and do= its neighbor distance

Example- Venus orbital distance (108.2)2 = 4 x 57.9 x (50.3)

d= 108.2 million km = Venus Orbital Distance

d0= 57.9 million km = Mercury Orbital Distance

50.3million km=The Distance Between Venus And Mercury Venus Depends On Mercury

All planets orbital distances are defined based on their previous neighbor planets orbital distances- the equation is correct perfectly and all planets orbital distances are defined by it- my paper tests and discusses this equation

Shortly- planet mass has no any effect on this planet orbital distance definition.

Notice

Planet orbital distance definition depends on its neighbor orbital distance this fact is proved by many other different methods my equation is one method only of them, all these methods don't use any planet mass- all planets orbits are defined based on their neighbor orbits- (Please note- Newton gravitation equation is wrong- I don't critic it by many critics to short the discussion- but- the fact is that- the light beam created all planets orbits before any planet creation- the light created each planet orbit depends on its neighbor orbit- I prove this fact in the paper discussion- logically this fact kills the gravitation equation because the orbit is created before the planet creation)

Notice -Newton is so far from the truth- let's give one more example- Newton told us planet moves by the sun mass gravity- the fact is that- the Sun itself is created by the planets motions energies- that's why Newton ideas are not interesting for discussion because his ideas are imaginary have no part of truth-

(5)

Also-Newton told-planet motion depends on its mass- means-planet velocity depends on its mass- this also is imaginary idea- I define planet velocity in the explanation of the 3rd hypothesis- planet velocity is defined by many rules all of them don't use any planet mass- at all Planet mass has no rule in this planet velocity definition.

The 2nd Proof Conclusion

The Gravitational Waves Are Produced By The Planets Motions Energies And Not By The Sun Gravitational Field- Also-There's No Gravitational Field At All

Second Point (The Gravitational Waves Nature Analysis)

Let's ask

(1)

If The Gravitational Waves Are Produced By The Planets Motions Energies- How Can The Gravitational Waves Move By Speed Of Light While The Planets Move By Low Velocities? Or Generally– regardless the gravitational waves source- how can the gravitational waves move by speed of light? From where the energy is provided to enable the waves to move by the speed of light?

(2)

Can the gravitational waves be reflected in the solar system? what's the result of this reflection on the waves properties, features and nature?

(3)

Can the gravitational waves energy be increased? Means can one gravitational wave move by low velocity and this wave motion is accelerated to move by high velocity motion? again from what source the energy is provided and how the acceleration is done?

(4)

If the gravitational waves are produced by the same gravitational field (The physics book states "the gravitational waves are produced by the sun gravitational field") does that mean all gravitational waves move by equal velocities? can some waves move faster than the others? why and how?

(5)

If the planets data are reflected on each other – can we discover the geometrical reason behind this features? Planet velocity is example where the velocities are defined by the rule (v1v2= constant) this rule tells the velocities are reflected on one another- why the velocities are reflected on each other? what's the geometrical reason behind? suppose the gravitational waves are reflected in the solar system, why this cause the planets data to be reflected on each other?

(6)

If The Gravitational Waves Move By Speed Of Light- How Can These Waves Produce A Light Beam? Because the light beam production needs the value (C^2= squared speed of light) but the waves moves by speed of light only (C=300000 km/s) how the value (C^2) can be produced by the waves motions?

(7)

If the gravitational waves produce a light beam, does that mean the waves use electric field to produce this light beam? Is there another method to produce a light beam doesn't use electric field or charges?

(8)

If the gravitational waves are reflected in the solar system can we discover that? can we prove that? and can we know in what planet orbit the reflection is done and if the waves are reflected many times?

The Gravitational Waves Properties, Features and nature

Here I compare between the two theories about the gravitational waves source and their effects on the waves properties-

1st Theory (The Physics Book Theory)

The physics book states, the gravitational waves are produced by the sun gravitational field- this theory tells little about the gravitational waves properties and nature because the mass gravity concept is puzzled and not understood for that the waves properties and features are puzzled also- let's test this idea- In The Sun gravitational field theory no one knows how the mass gravity force works and if the gravity needs time to work- or if the gravity creates a geometrical design to practice the effect of one mass on the other- the mechanism is not clear and for that the gravitational waves are not clear- for example – no one knows why the gravitational waves can move by speed of light or what waves move by this speed and in what planet orbit or if the wave motion velocity is accelerated gradually from low velocity to high velocity– we shortly know nothing about these gravitational waves- let's ask more questions- are these waves reflected and what's the result of this reflection on the waves properties and nature- where do these waves go? And what's the useful result of these waves energy? can these waves energy be used at all? are there just moving energy in space without an useful goal or result? And

The new article tells the gravitational waves move by speed of light can produce a light beam? How these waves can produce a light beam by their motion?

DEEP ANALYSIS

I wish the respectful reader notices the major change in vision by this article-because- the physics book states the sun rays is produced by the sun nuclear fusion- here- the source of energy is the sun mass and the used method is the sun nuclear fusion- and the light beam is produced

Let's put the new article here again

This Is Extraordinary: Gravity Can Create Light, All on Its Own

The article tells, the gravitational waves can move by speed of light and can produce a light beam-

the light beam is created by the gravitational waves motions- the article tells- the light beam can be produced by the Motion Energy –

The article tells (The High Velocity Motion Can Produce A Light Beam)- here the article removed simply The Sun Nuclear Fusion Machine- the whole machine be useless because the light beam can be produced by (the motion energy)- I wish the respectful reader sees the miracle and wonder behind-

There are 2 major changes

(1st Change) The source of energy

The source of energy is the motion energy– No longer the sun mass be used as the sun rays source of energy- BUT – the motion energy is used as the source of energy – here- the fatal error of the sun nuclear fusion theory is seen clearly – because- the solar system is so rich in motion energy- the moving planets since thousands of years provide massive motion energy stored in the space- and by that- the solar system is very rich system in the motion energy- and we should ask (why do we need an outer source of energy?) why the solar system doesn't use its massive motion energy to produce the light beam? Also if the massive motion energy is not used- where's this massive energy? because it can cause continuous risk for the soalr system stability if no way to use this stored massive energy

The sun nuclear fusion theory is completely wrong because it doesn't see the massive motion energy stored in the solar system

(2nd Change) the light beam production machine

The gravitational waves motions can produce the light beam- this is stated by the article but how? by what method the gravitational waves can produce the light beam? The article doesn't explain how the gravitational waves can produce a light beam? But I put an explanation for this method in my theory discussion

2nd Theory (My Theory)

I suppose the gravitational waves are produced by the planets motions energies- let's remember my theory because we will use it in the waves properties discussion

I asked –where any moving body produce energy by its motion =(1/2 mv^2),

where's Planet motion energy? The planet can NOT store its motion energy inside its body because it would raise its temperature and No planet temperature is raised by its motion- logically- the planet motion energy is stored in the space in waves form- means- Planet motion energy creates waves in the space- the planet motion in the space is similar to a fish swimming in the sea- as fish swimming creates waves in the water planet motion energy creates waves in the space- means planet moves and creates waves in space and these waves move by velocity equal this planet velocity

by that- for example- Mercury (47.4 km/s) moves in the space and creates waves move by equal velocity (47.4 km/s)- based on this idea- All planets move and their motions create waves move by these planets velocities –

AND

I suppose these waves are the gravitational waves

AND

In Pluto orbit these waves are unified together into one unified wave- this wave moves by a velocity = 205.8 km/s = the planets velocities total

I explained this theory before in more details- now – let's discover the gravitational waves properties and features in details- let's put this analysis in the next point (third point) because we need to analyze the wave reflection process to discover the waves properties and features

Third Point (The Gravitational Waves Reflection)

Let's ask

Question No.(1)

If the gravitational waves move by velocity 205.8 km/s, how can they move by speed of light? How the velocity 205.8 km/s can be accelerated to be 300000 km/s (speed of light) and where this acceleration is done?

Another question can help greatly this discussion

Question No.(2)

If The Gravitational Waves Move By Speed Of Light (C=300000 Km/S)- How Can These Waves Produce A Light Beam?

Let's think how to answer this question- these gravitational waves move by speed of light (C=300000 km/s) but the light beam production needs the value (C^2= squared speed of light)- means- the wave velocity is squared- and how can the wave velocity to be squared?

This feature I have discovered in the solar system- the waves are reflected and the reflection causes to square the velocities- means- the gravitational waves are reflected in the solar system- the gravitational waves before the reflection moved by speed of light (C=300000 km/s) and the reflection causes the velocity to be squared- by that- after the reflection the gravitational waves speed is squared and changed from the speed of light (C=300000 km/s) to be (C^2= squared speed of light) and the light beam is created from this value (C^2)

Means- the waves reflection is the method by which the speed of light (C=300000 km/s) is changed into (C^2)- that means- without the waves reflection NO light beam can be created.

Notice– the waves reflection is proved strongly in the solar system because it causes to reflect the planets data- means- huge amount of planets data proves the waves reflection–we may remember one example – planet velocity is defined by the rule (v1v2=constant) this rule proves the planets velocities are reflected on each other

The paper provides hundreds of similar data proves the waves reflection

AND

The waves reflection causes to square the velocity- this feature is repeated in the solar system frequently – because- the waves are reflected three times in the solar system for that the velocity squaring is a feature repeated with each reflection and by that the planets data provides a strong proof for it-

Shortly- The waves reflection causes to square the velocities- now- let's use this feature to know how the unified wave its velocity (205.8 km/s) can move by speed of light (C=300000 km/s)- (Please note this unified wave is the gravitational wave)

The Gravitational Waves Move By Speed Of Light

The unified wave (the gravitational wave) moves by 205.8 km/s and it's reflected, the waves reflection causes to square the velocities

(205.8 km/s)^2 = 42683 km/s

Means the unified wave after the reflection moves by a velocity 42683 km/s

BUT

If a particle moves by speed (=0.99 C=297000 km/s), this high velocity motion causes to create relativistic effects specially Lorentz length contraction effect with rate 7.1

Means- the distances should be contracted by the rate 7.1

BUT

The waves reflection causes to reflect the geometrical effects and by that the rate (7.1) will cause to increase the length in place of the length contraction- means- the distances will be increased with (7.1) as a result for Lorentz length contraction effect

The velocity 42683 km/s will be 42683 x 7.1 = 300000 km/s (Speed Of Light)

That explains how the gravitational waves move by (205.8 k/s) can move by speed of light (C=300000 km/s)

NOTICE No. (1)

Please note the important observation

Without 7.1 the velocity will be only 42683 km/s (even after the waves reflection) and NOT the speed of light

That tells- the light beam production process depends on the previous light beam production process- means- a motion by (99%) of speed of light should be found before the wave reflection occurrence and without this motion with (0.99 C) the gravitational waves can't move by speed of light because we need a source for Lorentz length contraction effect with rate (7.1)

That tells the light production process is done in chain process, the new light beam production depends on the old light beam and if this dependency is removed the gravitational waves can NOT move by the speed of light and No light beam can be created in this case

NOTICE No. (2)

We need to pay more attention for the importance of the motion by the speed of light- because the technique of the machine depends on the waves reflection- means- the waves can increase its velocity only by the reflection process – now the reflection causes to square the velocities- this is very important news why??

Because - If the waves move by speed of light (C=300000 km/s), the waves reflection will produce the value (C^2= squared speed of light) and from this value the light beam can be produced

Now – suppose the wave velocity is less than speed of light- suppose the wave moves by speed = (90%) of the speed of light= (270000 km/s) - the waves reflection will square this speed that will produce (0.81 C^2) which is NOT (C^2= squared speed of light) and as a result No Light Beam Can Be Produced.

NOTICE No. (3)

The unified wave (gravitational wave) do NOT produce the speed (0.99C = 297000 km/s) this speed can NOT be produced by the unified wave motion– because - the unified wave velocity is 205.8 km/s and by the first waves reflection this velocity will be squared and produce speed of light (205.8^2 x 7.1 = 300000 km/s) as I have explained- (means- the gravitational waves velocity is not increased gradually- the wave acceleration system doesn't use gradual increasing for the wave velocity- for that the speed 0.99C is never mentioned by the wave acceleration system)

The speed (0.99C = 297000 km/s) is NOT created by the solar system motion design at all- the solar system design produces the speed of light (C=300000 km/s) perfectly- BUT- this speed (0.99C) is created by Neptune negative effect on the solar system- because Neptune created interaction with Saturn and Neptune decreased Saturn rotation period from 10.84 hours to 10.7 hours and that caused to delay the unified wave with (1%) and by that the total speed is decreased (1%) and that caused the speed of light (C=300000 km/s) is decreased by one percent (1%) and that produces the speed (0.99C = 297000 km/s)- and this speed causes to create the relativistic effects in the solar system – the interaction between Neptune and Saturn is explained later

Here I want to say

The new light beam production depends on the old light beam production- the old light beam is created based on the speed of light (C=300000 km/s) and Neptune creates its negative effect on this speed with decreasing the speed with (1%) leaving speed = (0.99C = 297000 km/s) which creates the relativistic effects in the solar system and these relativistic effects include Lorentz length contraction effect with rate (7.1)-

I want to say- we have – two different speeds- one old speed equal (0.99C=297000 km/s) and the new speed equal (C=300000 km/s), the new speed is created depending on the old one because the unified wave velocity 205.8 km/s is squared and by the rate 7.1 the produced velocity is the speed of light 300000 km/s.

NOTICE No. (4)

The rate (7.1) is used frequently in the planets data and we know this rate is found by Lorentz length contraction effect- but the solar system uses also the rate (7.1) in another form as following (7.1/100)+1= 1.0725 – please note- the rate (1.0725) is the most important rate in the solar system because 40% of all planets data are effected by this rate- let's provide an example

(28.3/26.7)= (26.7/25.2)= (25.2/23.4)= (122.5/113.4)=(97.8/91.3) =1.0725

These are the axial tilts of (Neptune, Saturn, Mars, Earth, Pluto and Uranus)

the data is one example of similar thousands shows the great effect of the rate (1.0725)

Now let's ask,

How can the gravitational waves move by speed of light? What are the details of the acceleration process? Where is this acceleration done, in what planet orbit? Can we know the gravitational waves velocity in each planet orbit?

The Reflection Of The Gravitational Waves

(The Energy Distribution And The Waves Acceleration Process)

The gravitational waves are reflected three times in the solar system which are

The first reflection from Pluto to Saturn

The Second reflection from Uranus to Jupiter

The third reflection from Venus to Mars

The waves reflection causes changes in the waves properties and data– but- the major change is the squaring of the waves velocity- because- this is the method causes to accumulate the energy and the energy accumulation is the method by which the sun rays are created (understandable planet motion energy is small and the sun rays energy is massive one- means only by the planets motions energies accumulation and storing can the motion energy be sufficient to provide the required massive energy for the sun rays production)

Let's see the effect of these reflections on the gravitational waves velocity

(a)

The unified wave velocity is 205.8 km/s and this wave is found in Pluto orbit and Pluto reflected this wave toward the inner planets-

In the outer planets there are 2 reflections (1st reflection from Pluto to Saturn) and (2nd reflection from Uranus to Jupiter)- we should consider these two reflections as one reflection only- (from Pluto to Saturn) – because – the two reflections work as one reflection only- this is happened by Neptune negative effect which will be discussed later- shortly- if Neptune is not found in the solar system- the outer planets would have One reflection only- the reflection process is repeated resulting the negative effect of Neptune on the solar system motion- shortly- here we deal with one reflection only from Pluto to Saturn- let's see the reflection effect on the waves velocity

In Pluto orbit the unified wave velocity is (205.8 km/s) –

The waves reflection causes to square the velocity as following

(205.8 km/s)^2 = 42683 km/s

Means the unified wave after the reflection moves by a velocity 42683 km/s - BUT

We know the solar system has relativistic effects specially Lorentz length contraction effect with rate the (7.1) while the reflection of energy causes to reflect the geometrical effects and by that Lorentz length contraction effect will NOT contract the lengths but will increase the length with (7.1) – as a result

The velocity (205.8)^2 will be increased as following (205.8)^2 x 7.1 = 300000 km/s

Means - One reflection only for the unified waves (205.8 km/s) causes the waves velocity to be accelerated from (205.8 km/s) to speed of light (C=300000 km/s)

This is done in Saturn orbit- Means-

The waves velocity is (205.8 km/s) in the orbits of (Pluto- Neptune and Uranus) – but this velocity is accelerated in Saturn orbit to be equal speed of light (C=300000 km/s)

The conclusion

The gravitational waves move by (205.8 km/s) in the orbits of (Pluto, Neptune and Uranus) and

The gravitational waves move by speed of light (C=300000 km/s) in the orbits of Saturn- Jupiter – Venus (the energy is sent from Jupiter to Venus directly)

Now we know the gravitational waves velocity in each orbit- that explains why the relativistic effects on data are seen mostly on Saturn and Jupiter data- because the wave velocity is accelerated in Saturn orbit to move by speed of light and the wave moves by speed of light in all orbits from Saturn to the sun

(b)

The last reflection is done from Venus to Mars

The process is so simple one because the gravitational waves reached to Venus move by speed of light (C=300000 km/s) and Venus will only reflect these waves toward Mars and the reflection will square the velocity and by that the speed of light will be squared and produce (C^2=squared speed of light) – and from this value (C^2) light beam is created-

Finally, the energy is stored in the Earth moon orbit between Venus and Mars where from this energy the sun rays are created-

We see Venus role is very simple one in the process BUT

Venus reflects the waves toward Mars and defines the wave motion trajectory and its angle- means- Venus defines accurately the trajectory through which the energy will be moving- this is the most important job in the solar system design- we will explain its importance with the sun rays creation discussion

NOTICE

The respectful reader sees clearly the process needs only two reflections and not three because

The wave velocity (205.8km/s) is squared by the first reflection and created the speed of light– means- By the first reflection the wave moved by (205.8 km/s) its motion will be accelerated to move by the speed of light (C=300000 km/s)

And the second reflection will square the speed of light to produce the value (C^2=squared speed of light) by which the light beam will be produced – means – no necessity for three reflections- light creation process needs only two reflections but the problem is Neptune negative effect on the process which forces the planets to repeat the reflection to repair Neptune negative effect on the energy motion (later we should discuss Neptune negative effect on the solar system)

Now we see how the sun rays are created and also we know the gravitational waves velocity in each orbit- Can We Discover The Effects Of The Gravitational Waves Motion On Each Orbit Data? The question is important because the energy is moving from a planet to another and that must have effect on each planet data- this is similar to a river passes through cities- each city life depends on this river effect on it for example some cities will use the river for agriculture- others for fishing other for tourism or transportation- each city is effected by the river according to its sources

Let's see the gravitational waves motion effect on the planets orbits design and data

(c)

First let's see the planets distribution

The three outer planets (Pluto- Neptune- Uranus) have great orbits- why?

Because the gravitational waves move by velocity 205.8 km/s in these orbits and the sun rays needs massive energy where the planet motion energy is so small for that the planets store their motions energies in these great orbits- the three orbits are filled with waves move by (205.8 km/s)- massive and huge amount of energy is stored in these great orbits in waves moves by (205.8 km/s)

And

The waves velocity is accelerated in Saturn orbit

The waves velocity was (205.8 km/s) and in Saturn orbit these waves velocity is accelerated to be equal the speed of light (C=300000 km/s) means each (1461) waves move by (205.8 km/s) will produce one wave moves by speed of light- that shows- the great areas are not required because the energy is used in the wave acceleration for that reason the planets orbits from Saturn to the sun are small orbits-no great areas are required- the energy is used for the wave acceleration -And

When the massive energy reached to Venus- it doesn't destroy the small inner planets and their orbits because the energy is used immediately to produce the sun rays means no need for storing the energy and for that no places for the energy storing instead the energy is used immediately- I try to show that- the planets distribution depends on the gravitational waves velocity in different orbits and by that the planets create their orbits in harmony with the moving energy

(d)

Second let's see the planets masses distribution

The outer planets have great masses but the inner planets have very small masses- why? because the difference in masses enable to accelerate the wave velocity in Saturn orbit-this idea is explained clearly in (Mass definition) in my paper definitions

The mass is used as a rate of time and the rates between the great and small masses aim to create the required rates of time and by these rates of time the wave velocity is accelerated- let's explain that in following

(i)

The wave acceleration details

The unified wave velocity is (205.8 km/s) and all planets see this wave velocity as (205.8 km/s)-

The difference is done by the sun because

(One Second Of The Sun Clock = 1461 Seconds Of The Wave Clock)

Based on that

The wave (205.8 km/s) moves in 1461 seconds a distance =300000 km- BUT

The sun doesn't see this period (1461s) instead the sun clock sees (One Second)

As a result

The sun sees a passed distance (300000 km) in a period (one second) only

That creates the different velocity = 300000 km/s (= speed of light) between the sun motion and the unified wave motion- means-

The unified wave moves relative to the sun point by speed of light (C=300000 km/s)

BUT- the unified wave moves relative to any planet by the velocity (205.8 km/s)

The sun clock causes this velocity (205.8 km/s) to be equal the speed of light (C=300000 km/s) that's why the light beam is created relative to the sun and near to it and even if the energy is sufficient the light can never be created far from the sun because the sun clock creates the required rate of time-

(ii)

The Planets Masses Distribution Effect On The Rate Of Time

Jupiter mass = the Earth moon mass x 26000 BUT

(1461)^2= 2134521 = 26000 x 82

41 degrees = The Planets Orbital Inclinations Total -Let's explain this data

The wave (205.8 km/s) moves by speed of light (C=300000 km/s) relative to the sun motion based on the rate of time (1=1461) means (one second of the sun clock= 1461 seconds of the wave clock)

But the production of light beam doesn't use the speed of light (C=300000 km/s) But uses the square value (C^2=squared speed of light) –

Now- the speed of light motion depends on the rate (1=1461)

Logically- the squared speed of light depends on the squared rate (1 =1461^2)

The value 1461^2= 2134521 is created as a rate between the planets masses- where Jupiter mass equal 26000 the Earth moon mass and by the planets orbital inclinations help the rate (1= (1461)^2) is created

I try to explain why the outer planets have great masses in comparison with the small planets masses- the masses rates are used as rates of time to enable the wave acceleration and by that the wave can move by speed of light and then can produce a light beam.

Notice the rate of time creation and effect is discussed in details in the Explanation of the fourth hypothesis

Fourth Point (The Relative Motion Geometrical Design)

please remember-

The physics book tells the sun rays is created by the sun nuclear fusion- by that- the source of energy is the sun mass and the light beam production method is the nuclear fusion process-

My theory tells- the sun rays are created from the gravitational waves motions energies and the gravitational waves are produced by the planets motions energies- by that– the source of energy is the planets motions energies and the light beam production method is the relative motion between the gravitational waves and The Sun Point Of Space

Based on that, the relative motion is the mechanism by which the sun rays are produced - means- the sun rays is created by A Relative Motion- for that we analyze this relative motion deeply in the following items

The Unified Wave Motion Trajectory

The Sun Point Geometrical Design

The Relative Motion Analysis

The Relative Motion General Description

Planet Day Period Role

Venus role in the Sun Rays Creation

(i) The Unified Wave Motion Trajectory

Let's remember the motion trajectory of the unified wave (the gravitational wave)

Planet motion energy creates waves in the space and these waves move by its planet velocity- for example- Venus (35 km/s) moves in the space and its motion energy creates waves in the space and these waves move by (35 km/s)

AND

The Planets revolve around the sun in the same direction for that the planets motions energies waves move perpendicular on the revolution direction toward Pluto orbit- means- all waves move toward Pluto orbit

AND

In Pluto orbit the waves are unified together into one unified wave moves by 205.8 km/s = the planets velocities total + the Earth moon velocity.

Now

The planets motions energies total is stored in Pluto orbit in waves move by velocity 205.8 (I proved these are the gravitational waves)

AND

The energy will be sent to Venus orbit – means- the energy in Pluto orbit is reflected and sent to Venus orbit-

AND

The energy reached to Saturn before to reach to Venus- in Saturn the unified wave motion is accelerated- the wave reached Saturn moves by (205.8 km/s) and the wave left Saturn moves by speed of light (C=300000 km/s)- the wave is sent Now from Saturn to Venus moving by speed of light

(Notice we avoid the other details of the energy sending and reflection process )

The energy reached Venus in waves move by speed of light

NOW-

Venus will reflect this energy toward Mars- and the energy will be stored in the Earth moon orbit between Venus and Mars- the energy is stored in waves move by speed of light- and the reflection of the energy from Venus to Mars causes to square the wave velocity- and the wave velocity was = speed of light (C= 300000 km/s) before the reflection and after the reflection the wave velocity will be squared and produced the value (C^2= squared speed of light) by which the sun rays is created- this energy is stored in the Earth moon orbit

Notice the unified wave in the moon orbit moves by low velocity (relative to all planets) and the speed of light (C=300000 km/s) and its square (C^2) will be produced only based on the sun clock (the sun rate of time) that means the energy is stored in the moon orbit as moving waves and NO light is produced here - BUT

The waves energy are ascending toward the sun perpendicular on the moon orbit, till this energy reaches to the sun corona- and- in the sun corona the waves energy (motion energy) will be changed into light beam because of the sun rate of time – by that the energy is changed into light beam in the sun corona- means- the energy out of the sun is greater hundreds times than the energy inside the sun that's why the sun corona temperature is 5 million Kelvin but the sun surface is 5800 Kelvin only

Notice -that explains why the total lunar eclipse umbra= 1.392 million km= the sun diameter because the sun rays is created from this energy stored in the moon orbit

(ii) The Sun Point Geometrical Design

Let's ask– Can We See The Mechanism By Which The Sun Rays Is Created?

What's this mechanism? And how does it work?

The mechanism is (The Relative Motion)

A motion is done by 2 players (A and B) – the car (A) moves relative to the car (B)

In our relative motion there are 2 players–(The Sun Point Of Space) and (The Unified Wave) - Let's define each player properties

The Unified Wave (The Gravitational Wave)

This unified wave contains all planets motions energies total for that the unified wave moves by (205.8 km/s) = the planets velocities total

And these waves are reflected three times in the solar system which caused its velocity to be equal (C^2= squared speed of light) based on the sun clock- means- while all planets see this unified wave moves by velocity (205.8 km/s), the sun sees this unified waves move by (C^2= squared speed of light)- because this velocity is created as different velocity between the unified wave motion and the motion of the sun point of space.

The Sun Point Geometrical Design

We should suppose the space is NOT static but in motion and the gravitational waves prove that the space is in motion- by that – No stationary point is found in the solar system space

The Sun Point Of Space is a stationary point- but- this point is created by special procedures which are

(1st Procedure) The planets revolve around the sun and the revolution created two velocities on both sides of the revolution- the two velocities are equal in value and opposite in direction and by that the total be Zero– means- the revolution design creates A Stationary Point in the revolution center- as a result the sun point of space is created depending on the planets revolution around the sun.

Let's explain that more clear

Before the sun creation- the planets were found and they were revolving around one point of space (any point of space- the chosen point is similar to any point in space) the planets revolve around this chosen point of space and the revolution causes this point to be stationary point- let's see this picture clearly- the planets revolve around a point in space and this point becomes stationary point as a result for the planets revolution around it- while the space is in motion and all space points are moving this chosen point becomes stationary point as a result for the planets revolution around it - this point is similar to a vortex (or whirlpool) on the sea page- the vortex doesn't move with the sea waves but rotates around its axis and by that we can distinguish the vortex (whirlpool) from the sea waves-

Now the sun point of space becomes stationary point moves by Zero velocity (NO motion) but the fact is that the sun point of space moves by (1 km/s= Zero approximately) means the point is stationary (approximately)

(2nd Procedure) the previous explanation is correct but not complete- let's explain the full facts in following- Before the planets creation the solar system was one energy moves by speed of light (C=300000 km/s) – no planet is created yet- there's only one wave moves by speed of light-the solar system wanted to create a stationary point and for that- the wave (300000 km/s) revolved around a point in space- and the revolution creates two velocities on both sides, the velocities are equal in value and opposite in direction- the total is Zero- by that a stationary point is created in the revolution center- BUT- the wave moves by speed of light and this is great speed and the creation of stationary point its velocity is (1 km/s = Zero approximately) is a complex process- for that- the wave created small waves move by low velocities- why? because the low velocities will be used as steps to decrease the wave motion speed (the speed of light C=300000 km/s) to be stationary motion (1 km/s = Zero approximately)- these small waves are the solar planets- the wave created the planets to use their low velocities to decrease the wave motion velocity from (speed of light) to be Zero approximately (1 km/s)

That explains the equation- (205.8)^2 x 7.1=300000 – this equation is very interesting because the rate 7.1 is created by Lorentz length contraction effect for speed (0.99C = 297000 km/s) means the rate 7.1 is found by geometrical rule and doesn't depend on any planet velocity or motion-by that-whatsoever the planets velocities are the rate 7.1 will be used as long as the light beam speed is 300000 km/s – that tells- the designer knew the speed (300000km/s) will be divided by the rate (7.1) whatsoever the planets velocities will be, means (300000 /7.1 = 42683) the velocity 42683 km/s is the available one because the rate 7.1 is used based on the speed of light and not based on any planet velocity- shortly- the designer had 42683 km/s as the squared value for the planets velocities total and by that the planets velocities total be 205.8 km/s forcedly because the wave is reflected and the reflection causes to square the velocities- means- the planets velocities total (205.8 km/s) is defined as a function in the speed of light (C=300000 km/s)- that shows the design had place for the planets and the sun together in the same date but the planets were found before the sun creation with long period of time because the planets motions energies should be accumulated for long period to be sufficient for the sun rays production process- where the original design contains the planets positions and the sun position- where the planets were revolving around the point of space before the sun creation and the sun is created above this same point of space.

Shortly -the sun point of space is created to be stationary point moves by velocity (1 km/s= Zero approximately) and NOT to move by any faster velocity! But why??

(iii) The Relative Motion Analysis

Here the relative motion 2 players are seen clearly which are

(1st Player)

The unified wave moves by speed of light (C=300000 km/s) relative to the sun point of space and

(2nd Player)

The sun point of space which is stationary point moves by (1km/s=Zero approximately)

NOW

We need different velocity = speed of light = 300000 km/s

The unified wave moves by speed of light (300000 km/s) and can NOT move by any higher velocity-

Because we need different velocity = speed of light = 300000 km/s

That means- the sun point of space should be stationary point and moves by (1 km/s) and NOT by any faster velocity

In fact the sun point of space is the responsible for the sun rays creation- where the unified wave moves in the space and no any light beam can be created on any point of space except on the sun point of space because all space points are in motion and all of them move by velocities greater than 1 km/s and by that the different velocity can never be = speed of light =300000 km/s

That explain the absolute necessity to make the sun point of space velocity 1 km/s and to prevent the sun point to move by any faster velocity.

In fact- the whole process to produce the sun rays depends on the sun point of space motion- the system shows inevitable data can't be avoided- the sun point of space velocity should be 1km/s=Zero approximately (Stationary point) and The Unified Waves move by speed of light (300000 km/s) and the different velocity will be = the speed of light = C=300000 km/s and the unified waves reflection will cause to square this speed and by that the speed of light will be squared to be (C^2= squared speed of light) from which the light beam can be produced (the sun rays production)

If the sun moves by any velocity faster than 1 km/s that will make the different velocity to be less than speed of light and the squaring process will NOT produce the squared speed of light (C^) and No light beam can be created in this case

The sun point of space is the mother of all light beams and no any other point in space can produce the light beam in the solar system

Let's remember the new article

This Is Extraordinary: Gravity Can Create Light, All on Its Own

The article tells the gravitational waves can move by speed of light and can produce a light beam- that means- the article tells- the gravitational waves can move by speed of light (relative to the sun point of space only) and can produce the light beam (on the sun point of space only)

The cornerstone is the sun point (velocity) which is 1 km/s = Zero approximately where the light beams are created because of this velocity and without it No light beam can be created.

NOTICE

The sun rotation period at equator is 25.4 solar days and the sun circumference is 4.37 million km- this motion is done by velocity = 2 km/s

Means- if the sun moves by velocity (2 km/s) the sun would rotate around its axis in 25.4 solar days- that shows- the velocity 1km/s is fact and even found in the sun motion data- (please note- we may consider that the different in velocity between 1 km/s and 2 km/s as very small difference but the sun point is very sensitive for any faster velocity than 1 km/s- and for that- the sun rays can be produced if the planets motions distances total be =90000 million km- BUT- because the sun real velocity is 2 km/s- that forced the planets motions distances total to be 180000 million km to produce light beam because (for velocity 1 km/s the required distance is 90000 mkm) and (for 2 km/s the required distance is 180000 mkm)

NOTICE

The squared speed of light C^2 equals 90000 million km for a period (one second)

(iv) The Relative Motion General Description

the previous analysis tried to show the relative motion description- I tried to explain that- the unified wave moves relative to the sun point of space-

this meaning is the major one I tried to explain in the relative motion analysis-

the unified wave is stored in the Earth moon orbit and revolves around the sun through the moon orbit but the wave moves relative to the sun point of space- means- the unified wave in motion observes the sun point of space-

let's give example

The train moves relative to the station platform-

Similar to that- the unified waves move relative to the sun point of space and for that the wave motion velocity is relative to the sun point motion velocity and the unified wave motion direction is defined relative to the sun point of space position- this motion is done based on geometrical rules and mathematical calculations-

Please note- I wish I explained the idea clearly- the relative motion is the mechanism by which the sun rays are created- this is the machine produces the light beam and for that the relative motion is not created by (chance) or without (geometrical design)

On the contrary- the relative motion is designed geometrically accurately and all planets define their motions to support this relative motion and all motions in the solar system are found to support this relative motion-

Let's try to explain this meaning more clear

Suppose one city is built on a small island in the sea and this island has one bridge only to great and wide land found beside this island- this bridge is the only exit from this island to the great land- for that- all roads in this island are designed relative to this bridge and also the great land roads designed to receive the motion through this bridge- without this bridge the people on island will be dead simply

Similar to that- without the relative motion between the unified wave and the sun point of space NO light beam can be created – for that- all planets motions and data are defined into consideration to this relative motion.

(v) Planet Day Period Role

The Earth Day Period Is 24 Hours?

What's the Earth day period – let's remember together

The Earth rotates around its axis (360 degrees) in 23.9 hours and after the rotation the Earth finds itself in some strange place relative to the sun- where the sunrise and sunset will be done in different places- but why? because during 23.9 hours the Earth moves on the revolution track a distance 2.57 mkm which equal (one degree approx) on the revolution track- means- if the Earth wants to be in the same position relative to the sun to cause the sunrise and sunset be done in there usual places the Earth have to move additional (one degree approx)- means- the Earth rotation period should be 361 degrees and not 360 degrees-

Do we realize what's happening here? the earth puts itself in the same relative position to the sun- this motion aims to support the Sun-Earth relative motion and that aims to support the sun-wave relative motion- means – the planet day period is used to cause the relative motion between the unified wave and the sun in accurate where each planet defines its position relative to the sun point to enable the wave to move relative to the sun point based on accurate system and design

Shortly- the relative motion between the unified wave and the sun point is done based on very accurate geometrical design to guarantee that the wave moves relative to the sun point where the sun point moves by 1 km/s and NOT faster

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(vi) Venus Role In The Sun Rays Creation

We remember, the unified wave is reflected and sent from Saturn to Venus moving by speed of light- and Venus should reflect this wave toward Mars- this is Venus main Job- BUT- Venus defines the wave motion trajectory and that means Venus defines the angle by which the wave is reflected toward Mars- because- Venus tried to make the unified wave moving relative to the sun point of space- means- Venus observes the sun point of space and reflects and pushes the unified wave to move relative to the sun point of space- that makes Venus as the main engineer in the solar system because Venus defines the angle by which the unified wave is reflected and by that Venus defines the wave motion trajectory and Venus does that to enable the unified wave to move relative to the sun point of space

NOTICE No.(1) that explains why Venus rotation period is 243 solar days and Venus day period is 116.75 days where the rotation contains almost two days- why? because Venus observes the sun on both sides (full cycle) because Venus defines the wave motion trajectory and for that Venus observes the sun nearly to enable the relative motion between the unified wave and the sun point of space to be occurred clearly.

NOTICE No.(2)

The total solar eclipse refers to the used deep accuracy in the data definition which explains the importance of this accuracy for the motion- let's remember its data

4900 mkm (Jupiter orbital circumference) = 1.39 mkm (the sun diameter) x 3475 km =12104 km x 406000 km = 12756 km x 384000 km = 6792 km x 2 x 363000 km

3475 km = the moon diameter 12104 km = Venus diameter

12756 km = The Earth diameter 6792 km = Mars diameter

363000 km, 384000 km and 406000 km are the distances between the Earth and its moon in perigee, orbital distance and apogee radiuses respectively

The proportionality between the sun position and data with the other planets data is found to form accurate design for The Relative Motion by which The Sun Rays Are Produced- also- the accurate design aims to guarantee that the sun point moves by velocity 1 km/s (= Zero approx) and not faster-

I try to show the importance of Venus motion where Venus is the engineer behind this data and all other proportional data related to the sun position and motion

BUT

The proportionality between the sun diameter and data with the planets data aim to make the sun point velocity to be 1 km/s – how? why the sun diameter has effect on the sun point velocity?

My planet diameter equation proves that the planet diameter is created based on its velocity-means- for example- Neptune diameter is 49528 km because Neptune velocity is 5.4 km- based on this fact- the sun diameter is in proportionality with the planets data to guarantee the sun point velocity is 1 km/s and NOT faster

NOTICE No.(3)

In following I make comparison between Venus and Mars data to show the reflection of energy effect on the planets data- the paper provides more similar data but I want to show the data of the two planets because we work with them now and we know the process between them and I want to show the effect of this process on their data

12104 km (Venus diameter) / 6792 km (Mars diameter) = (3.4/1.9) = π^0.5

3.4 deg and 1.9 deg are the orbital inclinations of Venus and Mars respectively

1392000 km (The sun diameter) = 12104 km x 115 = 6792 km x 205

25.2 degrees = Mars axial tilt but 25.2 +90 = 115.2 deg and 25.2+180 = 205 deg

177.4 deg (Venus axial tilt) = 1.9 deg x 93.4 deg where 3.4 deg +90= 93.4 deg

I try to show that – accurate geometrical design is found between Venus and Mars which is required to define the unified wave motion trajectory accurately to enable the relative motion between the unified wave and the sun point of space to be created based on accurate design.

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first-edition · 2 years ago

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Firework Confession

Billy Hargrove x reader

Sum-You take billy out to the firework show and he finally opens up to you about everything, his mom, his feelings for you and why it’s only you have cares about.

CW- trauma, mention of abuse, kissing, cussing, mention of alcohol, use and mention of smoking, confession.

You giggle as you take billy by the hand and lead him over to the edge of the Parking structure.

“Y/n think we gotta hurry.” He says chuckling at your actions.

“fire works are starting in a bit we gotta get the best spot.” You say. You lean against the railing looking up at the sky all the stars and city lights beyond.

“here you’re fucking stupid for not bringing a jacket.” He says taking his off as hes got a flannel under. He wraps it around you ceasing your slight shivering. The smell of his cologne and leather fill your nose such a comforting smell.

“I wish it was like this all the time.” Billy says you look over to him as he take out a pack of cigarettes and pulls one out.

“like what?” You ask. He sighs placing one between his lips and shakes his head. He walks to his car grabbing a stray match and the two bottles of corona then walks back to you. He waves his finger telling you to come to him and you listen.

He hands you the bottles before leaning close to your chest stricking the match on the necklace he used to wear but gave to you. He lights his cig putting the match you and blows the smoke out.

“billy?” You ask. He licks his lips leaning against the edge.

“like this you know…just me and you, no one to come in a fuck shit up? Im only….” He pauses.

“im only like this, myself, with you.” He says you put the bottles down moving closer to him. As he drags out another breath of smoke. Blowing it to the side.

“my uh..my folks they are the best people.” He says

You already knew about Billy’s mother leaving and how its just him his father and max. His fathers current girlfriend living with them.

“a couple weeks ago i told you dropped the bar on my side yeah?” He says you nod.

“i didn’t. I am that stupid to do it but-my dad he like to throw me and max around. I take most of it so she dosnt get hurt but i cant always protect her. That’s why im always at yours.” He says you look up at him.

“the black eye wasn’t football either?” You ask he shakes his head. You nod. A tear falls down his cheek. You reach your hands you brushing your thumb against his cheek and smiling at him. He sniffs and takes another breath if smoke holding it for a second before breathing it out.

“Billy..w-why didn’t you tell me sooner?” You ask.

“Its not important.” He says.

“Of course it’s Important!? You’re important. You’re important to me.” You say.

He chuckles shaking his head leaning against the railing.

“Damn baby you’re gonna make me blush.” He chuckles reverting back to his Billy mask.

“I mean it Hargrove.” You say lightly punching his chest your fist comes incontact with his pec and he takes a hold of your wrist keeping it there. Your fist open letting your palm rest against him.

“When my mom left she’d gone with no warning just one feat got up and left. She that was the first time my pops really beat the shit outta me. Max was just a baby…I remeber staying up all night in her room making sure he wouldn’t come in and do that same to her.” He says his fingers brushing against your arm. Once again inhaling before throwing the cig off the edge.

“When I saw Nate bothering you at the party I didn’t think much until he put his hands you. I didn’t want anyone, friend of or other wise to fucking touch my girl.” He says as you move closer to him a small smile forming on your lips.

“You’re so important to me. You’re kind to me and tell when what I do wrong without being a bitch, you take care of me and you’re..your so so good to me….I lo-“ you wrap your arms around his neck kissing him deeply he kisses you back just as soon as you do.

His hands grip im your waist. The loud boom of a fire work and a bright colorful light pulls you away as you look up at the show starting. Bill moves your face back to him keeping you looking at him.

He smirks looking down at you.

“I love you y/n…I don’t want anyone else telling you those words I just want you.” He says you smile placing you hand on his cheek brushing your thumb against his skin.

“I love you too billy” you take away your hand balling it into a fist and lightly punch his arm.

“Took you long enough!” You giggle he chuckles and nods.”

“Sorry.” He says gripping your waist pulling you into him pressing his lips against yours once more.

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lolita ౨ৎ

in which the reader finds herself crushing on her dad's best friend, miguel o' hara.

cw: sexual themes

the first thing you noticed about him was how beautiful he was.

he was tall, for one. his body length towering over the silver-shining refrigerator in the kitchen. although he was fully covered, you could see the indentations of his pectorals and his abdomen muscles peeking through his royal-blue pressed t-shirt.

he was talking with your dad in the kitchen, the two men hunched over the marble-designed island as they casually talked. they held corona bottles with limes on the rims, the men occasionally taking sips in between their words.

they hushed, however, when they heard you pad across the sycamore-wood flooring as you halted just ten feet away from them.

"papi," you voiced to your father, yet your eyes took frequent glances of the taller man. "can i go out tonight?"

"en español, mi amor."

"ugh," you huffed, rolling your eyes right after to further show your annoyance. your father exchanged an "ay," but you didn't yet notice how your dad's friend's eyes darkened at your action.

"jessica quiere que yo salgo con ella." jessica wants me to go out with her.

"y tu tarea, te acabas?" your dad asked, taking another swig from the bottle. and your homework, did you finish it?

"si, papi," you nodded your head cheerfully.

your father sighed, another swig from his corona taken. "bien," he spoke, waving his hand as a dismissal. "pero te quiero que tu regresar a las doce. tu me oyes?" but i want you to return at twelve. you hear me?

you squealed, sprinting over to hug and kiss your father's cheeks. "gracias, papi!" you sung, practically running out the door as you heard your father screaming at you to "tranquillate!" calm down.

your father sighed once again, the man downing the last of his bottle as he looked up to stare his smirking friend in the eye.

"hijas," your dad said, shaking his head with a hint of a smile on his lips. "tú sabes cómo es, miguel."

miguel's eyes, which were mischievously squinted, had suddenly softened. his smirking lips pressed against the lip of his corona bottle had then been pulled into a frown.

"si, chamaco," miguel responded, his hand gently placing the half-empty glass bottle on the marbled island. "yo se cómo es."

yes, kid. i know how it is.

the second time you've seen him was on a hot summer day in queens.

you were sitting on the porch outside of one of your friend's houses, eating from a melting vanilla ice-cream cone as you watched the men at work. they were pouring and flattening cement on the potholed-filled road, the men all sweaty and gross and dying.

you, on the other hand, was adorned in the cutest outfit as you rested; a floral-printed sheer tank top, a sky-blue denim mini-skirt, and a pair of strapped white sandals.

miguel took a peak at you from across the street, a smirk growing on his lips as he watched the angelic vision of you resting peacefully on that porch. he approached you, the bubble of his gradual form growing closer and closer was obscured by the darkness of your blackened sunglasses.

"chamaca," he greeted once he approached you, a friendly smile growing on your lips. "what you doing here?"

"my dad didn't tell you?" you responded, taking another lick from your ice cream. miguel's eyes were trained on your tongue. "i'm grounded."

those words made miguel's eyebrows shoot into his wrinkled forehead. "grounded?"

"yeah," you waved your hand nonchalantly. "for some dumba- for some stupid reason."

"no, i mean, aren't you an adult?"

"what? oh, yeah," a hint of a laugh escaped your ice-cream coated lips. "i'm in college and everything but, you know my dad. he still thinks i'm still a little girl."

miguel's smirked softened into that of an endearing one.

"speaking of your dad," miguel crossed his arms across his chest. "you know he's not here, right, chula?"

the way he pronounced the nickname, like velvet slipping off his tongue, made a shiver go down your back.

"i know," you answered, your legs bouncing off of the porch as your shorter frame stood to meet miguel's impossibly taller form. "i'm not allowed to walk home alone for a while by myself, so..."

miguel laugh-snorted, before pointing his head towards the direction of her home. "cmon, kid," he spoke, his lengthy legs striding down the street as you followed behind him. "let's get you home."

you trailed him, the slightly-heeled soles of your sandals slapped against the concrete-pavement of the sidewalk. you burned your eyes into the back of miguel's figure. your eyes entranced by how built and muscular his trapezius muscle was. you felt yourself blush a bit, your conscious forcing you to blame it on the hot weather.

"how's school?" miguel questioned, an attempt on his part to stifle an awkward walk home.

"it's okay," you shrugged. you managed to catch up to him, the pair of you walking side by side now. "i finished my prerequisites, so now i'm just waiting on the next semester to start."

"congrats, kid," he spoke, a sincere, closed-mouth smile on his lips caused you to smile again.

it was there when you really took in his features. you could tell he was older, the subtle wrinkles on his forehead and the hints of silver-streaked tresses peaked through his cocoa-brown hair. but, that didn't take away from how beautiful he truly was. his hair had volume and was pushed back, reminding you of a 1960's hollywood actor. his eyebrows were thick and long, and sometimes they furrowed when he was heavily focused in a game in dominos with your dad. he had prominent cheekbones, and his nose. your favorite part about him was his nose. you loved how long his bridge went, and how slightly wide his nostrils were. you told him once that he had a nose "como una zanahoria," a carrot, but you hoped he knew you were just joking. and his lips, his full, salmon-pink lips.

you wondered if miguel knew how beautiful he was; how his chestnut-brown eyes could make grown women swoon at him, or how his voice could make even the most menacing tiger bow to him.

he watched you stare at him, not realizing how the both of you had stopped walking. you both stood in place, his almond-shaped, tired eyes meeting with your sparkling, adorning pair.

"what you thinking of, hm?" miguel muttered. you could see the playful twinkle in his eyes. "i got something on my face, nena?"

"no," you retorted, your voice barely above a whisper. you made yourself shake your head, an effort to shake off whatever trance miguel had unknowingly put you in. "it's just..."

"just what, chula?"

you stayed silent for a few beats, before you averted your eyes to look at the pearl-white straps on your shoes. "nothing," you eventually said, your legs resuming the stride to your home with miguel hot on your tail.

at last you made it to your house, your hand dumping out the little remainder you had of your ice-cream cone out in the garbage can just outside the buildings home.

"thank you, migs," you thanked the man, your body already ascending up the porch's stairs.

"no problem, mama," he shrugged off. "just be good." taking off, the man halted just as you inserted the key to the door.

"hey, kid. what exactly did you get in trouble for?"

with the most delinquent smirk on your face and an inkling of a laugh about to escape your lips, you answered miguel in the sweetest voice he'd ever heard.

"neighbors caught me fucking their son in their yard and told my dad. how stupid is that?”

the sexual thoughts didn’t arise until july.

your uncle, your father’s brother, was hosting his annual summer party at his long island home.

your father, your uncle, and some other men were gathered around the backyard’s pool. while your dad was grilling some hot dogs, you could see your uncle, from your inside view of the glass-pane sliding door, smoking weed on his pool-side chair.

meanwhile you, sitting inside the air-conditioned living room with your cousins, ate your cherry-flavored popsicle as you listened to them gossip about some recent family drama. you froze, however, when your bambi eyes landed on him.

apart from the maroon-red swimming trunks he wore, he was bare from any other clothing. the protruding abs that always peeked out from underneath his thin shirts were on display now, his stomach shiny from the pool water and from the sharp ray’s of summer’s sun.

he held a cigarette in his fingers, his canine-teeth on display as he laughed at whatever joke your uncle had made. telepathically, his cocoa-brown eyes seemed to find yours, a glimmer in his irises as he did so. he winked at you, the corner of his lips pulled up as he watched you shudder from his simple action.

“y que pasó, mami?” your older cousin, giselle, noticed the sudden shiver racing down your spine. “too cold?”

“no,” you shook your head, your eyes facing your ruby-red polished toes before they glanced up, miguel’s backside facing you as he conversed with another one of your uncle’s guests.

mariana, your second older cousin, trailed your sight of vision before she cracked a smile on her pink sugar summer friday’s lip-balm adorned lips.

“que guapo,” she purred, her tongue poking out from her teeth as she laughed. “wait, he’s not one of our uncles, right?”

“no, stupid,” giselle smacked her knee. “that’s the guy her dad brought. he is mad fine, though. where y’all found him at, hm?”

“ask my dad,” you simply shrugged, swallowing the rest of your cherry-flavored popsicle that you had left.

eventually, the three of you joined the men in the pool, laughter and screams erupted from each other’s lips as you splashed at each other all afternoon long. after the sky began to turn a shade of tangerine-orange, however, the party was soon called to an end.

your older cousins had disappeared somewhere upstairs, a majority of the guests all thanking your uncle for the party as they ventured away in their ford trucks and honda’s.

your father and uncle were conversing about whatever inside the house, while you leisurely laid underneath a baby-pink towel on the lawn.

“hey,” a familiar velvet, resonant voice called out from above you.

laying on your back, you pulled down your raven-black square-shaped sunglasses just to fight back a gasp.

there was miguel, of course, standing above you with an amicable smile on his full, pink lips. his abs were regrettably concealed by a baggy, white shirt. he was still wearing the maroon-colored shorts, but now there was an obvious, huge tent in them.

diós mio. you were sure from his smirk he noticed how your neck bobbled as you swallowed. he moved toward your side, crouching as you rested up on your elbows to meet his eyes.

"you tanning?" he questioned, an eyebrow raised as his eyes drifted towards the becoming sunset.

"drying off," you shrugged. "i'm working with what i got here."

he chuckled, before his eyes found themselves glancing at your father and uncle. he got up on his feet, the sudden action causing you to get up yourself.

"you're leaving already?" you slightly pouted, an act you didn't realize you were committing but an act that miguel's eyes refused to unrecognize.

"party's over, cariña," he uttered, his fingers slipping a piece of loose hair behind your ear. "and your dad and i got work in the morning."

"i know," you whispered. miguel's rich voice whispered back little shh, shh, shh's, the same fingers trailing from your ear down to your chin. he held your gaze, his eyes narrowing while your own pair softened.

"no te pongas así, mamita," he purred. don't be like that. "what's got you upset, hm?"

"i'm not upset," you let a little laugh escape through your teeth. "i'm just used to seeing you around now."

"yeah?" miguel puffed his own laughter out through his lips. "don't worry, nena. you'll see me around more."

"really?" your eyes twinkled. he playfully flicked your chin before he smoothly pulled away.

"really," he parroted. his towering frame strode toward's his navy-blue chevrolet truck. "tell your dad i said thanks for inviting me. see you, chamaca."

"bye," you waved off, watching him get into his truck as he drove off.

your dad came out from behind you, his hand shutting the glass door behind him shut.

"hey, amor. ready to go home?"

that night, after your long shower, you laid peacefully still on top of your bubblegum-pink silk bedsheets. your hands were rested on your slightly bare stomach while your legs were crossed.

you thought about the events from today. the party, your cousins' gossip, miguel.

miguel.

the memory of his abs shining from the sunshine, his bare shoulders and chest, his hardened print protruding from his swim-trunks.

you couldn't help it. it was all too much.

you didn't realize when your fingers started to trail downward, the tips of your nails trimming the pear-white lacy ending of your olive-black cami-silk top. your fingers slipped underneath your matching silk shorts, a quiet gasp escaping your lips.

the thought of miguel left you soaked, your mind racing with the reminders of the little nicknames he gave you, the way his voice deepened when he spoke to you.

your fingers traced the growing bud that was between your thighs. little breaths left your mouth as you circled around it, carefully applying pressure as you did.

blood rushed to your ears, your cheeks glowing in a hue of rosy-pink as your eyes squeezed shut. your thighs spread wider, your fingers rubbing faster as your unoccupied hand pulled down your cami top to let your tits be hardened by your room's cool air.

your mind was racing with pictures of you and miguel. you thought about his lips on yours, your hips sitting on his lap while his hands caressed your side. you thought about his mouth on your tits, the way he'd groan and curse when your cunt squeezed around his cock.

"coño," he'd whisper in your ear. "como una pinche zorra."

harder, you'd rubbed. your other hand raised up to play with your tits, your bottom lip caught between your teeth as a beg to yourself to not make any noise.

it didn't take long for you to unravel; slipping your middle and ring finger inside of you, your eyes went lax as your lips formed a little 'o'-shape. you pretended they were miguel's cock instead, his dick fucking roughly into you as he filled you up completely.

"take it," you pictured him growling to you. "eres mía."

"eres tuyo," you'd whine, your body going rigid as you came around your fingers. your chest heaved as deep breaths puffed out your lips, your thighs fluttering as you came down from your high. pulling your fingers out from you, you saw how they were coated with a mixture of an iridescent-shine and an eggshell-white cream.

fuck.

you didn't realize how bad it would hurt.

since your first trimester of your second year in college began, you've found yourself talking to this boy from your english class. he was sweet, of course, the boy taking the time to court you with baby breath flowers and two tickets to watch priscilla. you thought all was good, even taking the time to get dressed in a cute two-piece outfit; a linen-white skirt and cropped-vest top which you styled with a white bow in your hair, ankle socks, and some academia-inspired onyx-black loafers.

you found out just this morning, however, that he'd gone back to his ex.

you should've know. you should've know since he mentioned he just got out of a relationship, how he couldn't stop talking about his ex for fifteen minutes straight. but he was so sweet, so you overlooked the possibility of him seeing you as just a rebound.

so of course, it stung.

walking home, you opened the front door with tears prickling in your waterlines as you were consumed in your thoughts.

"hey, chamaca," you heard a voice call out from your dining room, but you were too distraught to even face the owner. you plopped your bag down near the sofa, rushing to your room as the same tears threatened to fall.

"chamaca?"

you practically jumped on your bed, not even bothering to kick off your shoes or unclip the bow which was stabbing the back of your head. you sobbed, your arms cradling your cotton-soft lacy trimmed pillow as you buried your face into it. faintly, you could hear rushed footsteps approaching your door, the sound suddenly halting before they resumed their way to you.

"oh, nena. qué pasa?"

you felt a dip on your bed beside you, a sudden warmth masking you as you felt yourself being rolled onto your back. through your watercolor eyes, you could see the silhouette of a familiar figure with broad shoulders and that signature pushed back, somewhat curtain-styled chestnut-brown hair.

"miguel," you hiccuped, letting yourself be pulled into the man's lap as his strong arms held you.

"what's wrong, baby?" he let slip, the affection going unnoticed by either of you. "what's got you crying?"

"a boy," you cried. "why are you here, where's my dad?"

"your dad's at the corner store and he told me to wait here until you got back safely. now tell me, a boy hurt you?"

"mhm," you whimpered. "he left me for his ex. i thought we were so good."

"i know," he soothed. his arms rocked you seamlessly, the action bringing him memories of him from a different life. "let it out, chiquita."

for a beat, you allowed yourself to be calmed in miguel's thighs, his arms lulling you to sleep as he hummed sweet lullabies to you. your tears subsided, your breath evening out as your heavy gasps came to a stop.

"i just wished they wouldn't leave me," you confessed, your voice minimized to a whisper. "no matter what i do, no matter what i give them, it's never enough."

miguel's rocking ceased.

you peered up at him, your doe, watery eyes pierced into his softened eyes. "please don't leave," you begged him, your wobbly, clear-gloss coated lips pleated. "i don't want you to leave."

for miguel, looking down at the little bunny in his lap; your cheeks warmed from crying and your body shaking in his lap, his answer came from that of his utmost sincerity.

"i won't leave, cariña."

"you promise?"

without missing a beat, "te prometo."

#miguel x you #atsv miguel #miguel spiderverse #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara #spiderman 2099 #miguel spiderman

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mslanna · 1 year ago

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Who Has been Sleeping With My Shape?

Chapter 6 of Be My Guest now up at AO3

Once is happenstance. Twice is coincidence. Three times, is Raphael's kink.

The incident doesn't repeat itself for some time. Tav almost thinks they imagined it. But then it happens again the day the second intruder appears. Tav greets him, well-prepared as ever, but the high elf is haughty, above dealing with simple minions.

He insist on seeing Raphael, so Tav complies. He doesn't even see the hit coming that knocks him out cold. Tav drags the unconscious elf through the house by the scruff of his armour, greaves and boots bouncing and banging on the floor the whole way.

Since they have leave to disturb the devil under these very specific circumstances, Tav drags the elf right into the war council. Raphael actually preens, showing off his well-trained human. Despite their annoyance of being reduced to "the mortal" Tav feels a flush of pride. A small wave of pink that definitely shows on their face as Raphael takes the intruder of their hands.

"Well done." Rare praise from his lips and in front of an audience.

Tav tries to shrimp up into themself, embarrassed and unwilling to show the effect of two simple words on the colour of their face. "It is as we agreed," they get out, each word a stumbling stone on their tongue.

"It is indeed." Raphael lifts their chin with a clawed finger. His smile is mesmerising, indulgent and commandeering at the same time. "I knew we would understand each other."

In response, Tav only tries to nod, but their chin is caught on the fiend's finger and not moving. "Do you need me for anything else?" Tav tries to make him look good before the other devils while they fight the pull of his black-hole eyes. They grow deeper, coronas blazing at their words and it feels good to have found the right ones for once.

"Not now, my -" Raphael stops himself. "Not now. You may leave."

Dazed, Tav turns and leaves the room, acutely aware of the many eyes following them. The door falling into its lock behind them is a blessing. Tav takes a deep breath and returns to their room. The set of armour returns to its place in the wardrobe and they fondly run their fingers over the metal that always feels a little too warm to the touch.

Later that day, reading a most gory murder spree for later sharing with Haarlep, Tav feels it again. A soft tingle, the caress of warm air, almost non-existent. They slap at it like at a bug, which doesn't help. Without wine to dull their senses, Tav sits it out, squirming on the chair they fled to from their comfortable nest.

Some patron must have really liked their performance. Tav winces. But neither ignoring the recurring hints of touch work, nor does concentrating on something else. At least this time the end is clear, like a soft kiss to their very core resolving all hidden tensions. Tav buries their face on their arms and can't even cry. This, they chose themself; this, they brought on themself.

They carry on best as they can, but even Raphael notices they are distracted and dismisses them from their literary skirmish sooner than usual. That hurts. Tav enjoys the conversations on the balcony, battling with words over words and none of it of consequence. They pull themself together and leave dejected.

Haarlep offers no explanation and Tav is not keen on divulging which of the attending fiends fond interest in their shape. At least they are safe at the side of the incubus. While they share their gory novels with giggles and bloody jabs, nobody else can demand Haarlep’s services.

"This is not very well researched," Haarlep chuckles. "How much blood does the author think an average human holds?"

Tav lies on their belly, chin propped up on their hands as they read to the incubus. Not a necessity, but fun. They like doing the voices and Haarlep is a grateful audience. As long as they can drag for inaccuracies of which there are many. "At least 15 litres by the descriptions so far." Tav rifles back a few pages.

"Plus a major organ punctured and the blade removed."

"For an extra five litres of blood," Tav nods.

"Alright, go on." Haarlep nudges them. "But be aware that poor Adoralina is dead at least two times over by now."

"Somebody should start a fund for the cleaning crew." Tav runs their finger down the page to pick up the story again.

"Maybe get some spawn on it? I heard you know of a hand bunch?"

Tav giggles into the pages, wagging their feet in the air. When a voice behind them booms, head and legs drop flat.

"What is going on here?" Raphael makes a strategic pause after the first word and comes towards the bed with long strides. "Haarlep?"

On the one hand, Tav is glad to be out of the line of fire for now. On the other hand it burns to be so ignored. They turn to their back and glare at the approaching devil. "What does it look like?"

"It looks like you are wasting Haarlep's precious time," the devil snarls. He takes in Tav's figure rolled out over the red sheets, book pressed to their chest.

Under the devil's glare, Tav might as well be naked. They hold the book tighter though it doesn't even cover anything important. Black and gold eyes lie on them heavy enough to force the air from their lungs. Tav swallows, ready to defend themself and Haarlep but the incubus is faster.

"As we are want to. Tav and I share delight in literary exploits. Maybe not on the same level of, ah, learning as you do." They open up their front in a peace offering. Raphael does not take it, though.

"There are patrons waiting," he says and points towards the closed curtains. "Patrons who will leave, unlike our – little house guest."

"Alright, alright." Haarlep rolls over seductively, showing off all assets their body has to offer. "Just mentioning here, that usually Tav gets a whole hour of my attention and we are way under."

If devils could turn red, Raphael just might have. "You will do well to remember your station, incubus."

"Oh, but I do," Haarlep smiles easily s they help Tav off the bed. "At the beck and call of every wish our little mousling may have. And humans have such interesting needs. You leave now, dear. We will continue the physically impossible exsanguination of Adoralina Bellheart at a later time."

"Okay," Tav mumbles. "Sorry."

"Don't fash you little head about the inscrutable problems of fiends. It will only give you a headache."

Tav only winces a little, when Raphael's hand descends between their shoulder blades to lead them away. "I will take better care in the future, I promise."

"You, I will forgive," the devil growls, "but Haarlep knows better. The war has many fiends on edge and there is a very easy way to smooth things with them. What are the needs they alluded to?"

Tav tilts their head but Raphael looks straight ahead. Still his presence is somewhat comforting in a boudoir brimming with fiends – some of them making their own entertainment, none of them wearing anything. "Companionship, I guess? I talk a lot when the day is long and every day here is long."

Raphael drops his hand from their back. "Is that so."

"I am not blaming you, as you said, war." Tav shrugs. "And-"

A devil prowls past without a care in the world, almost tripping into Tav. A protective wing snaps up around them, pushing the wayward fiend aside. Tav moves closer to Raphael. "Thank you." They didn't like the look on the other devil's face one bit and are glad to pass into the corridor.

Raphael doesn't leave them though. "To the library?" he asks, scanning the hall for more rowdy patrons.

"Yes, please." Unthinking Tav slips a hand into his. "They usually leave me alone. Maybe I should remember how heated tempers are next time I hog Haarlep."

"Nobody will dare touch you in my house," Raphael assures Tav. "If anybody oversteps their boundaries, you let me know. Immediately."

Tav nods. "I will. Thank you." They smile at the devil at their side, But Raphael still stares straight ahead. "I will see you later then?"

Raphael snaps out of whatever reverie he was caught up in and looks down at them. "Later, yes, as per usual."

"Great." Tav smiles. "Looking forward to it."

They catch themself just before rising on tiptoe to peck him on the cheek. A most inappropriate urge that only abates when they close the heavy door behind them. That was close. One day they will slip up and that will likely earn them a claw down the face. If Raphael feels lenient.

For days Tav has dropped little signs, like saying they look forward to seeing the devil again and he picked up on none. All he eve does is lay those black eyes on them with the weight of the universe behind the gaze.

With a sigh they sit down to read. But Tav's mind can't settle. Something is nagging at the back of their mind. After reading the same paragraph three times, Tav gives up. Maybe a nap will help. It's not as if there is anything to miss.

As soon s Tav stands the nagging feeling returns with a vengeance. The familiar ghost of a touch is more insistent than ever. Where at first it was but the memory of wind, the touch now hones in, seeps with practised ease under their skin and moves through their body with singular intent. Tav finds themself lurching as the feeling crests inside them.

For a moment they close their eyes to gather themself. Never before has the experience been so intense. They can almost make out fingers in the caress ghosting over their skin. And the feeling lingers, does not retreat as it used to but builds up again. Tav curls both hands around the backrest of the chair and tries to breathe deeply. They give up on the idea of walking anywhere, least of all out in public.

Aeons pass until the touch vanishes with a last deep impression. The lingering longing makes Tav's face burn. This is not tenable. It doesn't matter who wanted their shape for whatever reasons. It needed to stop if they are to function properly. It needed to stop, full stop.

It is something to bring up to Raphael later. The thought of that conversation keeps Tav's face from cooling down for a long time.

#bg3 #bg3 raphael #raphael bg3 #bg3 fanfiction #raphael x tav #be my guest #chapter 6 #sleazy second-hand car dealer #mel writes fanfic

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katakaluptastrophy · 1 year ago

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So we all know how Ianthe became a Lyctor for “ultimate power—and posters of [her] face.”

And I'm sure someone made a nice icon.

But you know who would have definitely gotten a poster of their face? Coronabeth.

Think about it: every House but the Ninth has lost a scion. In a culture that thrives on melodrama and the conspicuous consumption of death, there is a wave of hysterical funerary fervour to mourn their lost leaders. And the Third - the House of glitz, trendsetting, and political intrigue - has lost its beloved Crown Princess.

We don't know a huge amount about funerals in the Nine Houses, but we do know a bit about Third House funerals:

The front coffin is distinguished from its fellows by its gorgeous arrangement of flowers and wreaths. The flowers are all in hues of gold or violet, and are fake. The coffin is hinged open at the front, with its contents hidden from view by the flowers. A tray of meat is rested on the closed bottom half of the coffin. A queue of gaudily masked mourners process past the coffin, slowly, each one taking a strip of meat, then stopping by the head to lean within—kissing or feeding; we can’t be sure. - TUG

Apparently, a Third House funeral - unsurprisingly for flesh magicians - focuses on the physical. The reverence of/fear of/(lust for?) the body. A wake on steroids. But they received no body for Coronabeth. So I can only imagine larger than life posters of Corona decked with flowers, the weeping crowds surging through the streets of Ida, etc etc... Poor Ianthe, second place once again to a 'corpse'.

Moving past Ianthe to House funerary customs in general, and to the awful aftermath of the Lyctor trials in particular, it seems especially unfair that neither of the flesh magic Houses got a body back to mourn. Obviously Corona wasn't actually dead, but for those who believed her to be, the lack of a body for such visceral funerary rights must have been traumatic.

We don't have as many details of Seventh funerals, but the House famous for it's "beguiling corpses" likely also focuses much of its post-mortem ritual around the body. Dulcie suggests that the deceased might even leave specific instructions in their will about the appearance of their corpse:

That drawing looked nothing like me. I loved it. You don’t know this so it doesn’t help, but I included it in my will and put down that I wanted to look like that after I died. I thought maybe it would give you a laugh at the funeral, you know? - TUG

Meanwhile, the Fourth, Fifth, and Eighth receive their perfect pairs of "statuesque and incorruptible" bodies, preserved beyond the wildest dreams of the Seventh. These Houses are all spirit magicians. The Fourth, for whom thanergetically detonating oneself on a battlefield far from the rays of Dominicus isn't unheard of, almost certainly have funerary rites that don't presuppose a body. And the Fifth, whose necromantic practice is far more concerned with the spirit than the body, likely centre their most significant funerary rites around the ghost.

Y'know, the bit they don't have? Just as the flesh magicians of the Third and Seventh would have been unable to mourn their lost scions with rites around the body, the Fifth would have been unable to call their ghosts, trapped in Harrow's River bubble.

So amidst all the grief and awfulness, and the Emperor refusing to answer any questions about what happened (why are they all dead? Why are so many bodies missing? Where are the ghosts? Why are the bodies so creepily perfect?), half the Houses can't even mourn their dead in the way they normally would.

#the locked tomb #tlt meta #harrow the ninth #Tamsyn I am begging you for more details about the political fallout of the Lyctor trials in ATN

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drowning-in-cacophony · 5 months ago

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Life Ring

Written for @flashfictionfridayofficial Prompt 265: galaxies away

She can still feel it, is the thing.

A constant friend, always dodging in her shadow steps. Wound around her as surely as barbed wire, every breath digging those spikes in a little harder. Her chest, a climbing frame for a painful plant, for gratefulness and horror all in one. So close, she can’t tell the difference between them.

A hand on her wrist – not his. It reminds her of his, the way it’d cup to her waist, fitting to the natural curves of her body like that was what it was designed to do. Its whole damn purpose, to hold her, and the way he’d beheld her would always make her certain that’s what he thought to. Her ears too bear their ghosts. The delicate swallow of his throat, always dry mouthed when they were alone. The soft flutter of his lashes, the softer twist of his lips, and the way her heart would thump just to bear it. She feels it, and she feels it, what they did.

The cord they’d put through their rib cages, a tugging security, connecting them through any wave. With this, we’ll always find our way back to each other, he’d whispered down her ear one colder day, where the chill had tried to work its way down the neck of her flight suit and been vanquished with the heat he’d flushed up against her jaw. Their life-ring, for someone cast overboard in a storm. Their panic soothing connection, keeping them secure throughout all the dangers thrown at them. How she’d wrapped her hand around it once, when he’d slipped off his ship and plummeted stranded in the mountains – she can still feel the relief he’d put between her teeth when she’d stumbled into him. How he’d yanked her surely to safety as she’d taken her dive off the viewing platform, narrowing avoiding the clouds of billowing smoke. Their insurance. Their guarantee, but the thing is she can still feel it, and-

Galaxies away. Wormholes tattered, skies painted a myriad of different shades. The viewable universe reversed for them both: what is dark to her is light, and her light his shadow. Galaxies away, a ferocious gorge never to be crossed. Their presence irrevocable.

She feels it. The cord looped through her curving bones, buried so deep in her that removing her end would just tear out her heart. The cord stretching, sinew pushed past the point it was ever meant to go, a permanent strain keeping her ever aware. Across a universe, the one who owns every emotion she’s ever wanted to breathe life into. Across a universe, someone who needs her to pull him back. It shouldn’t be like this. It should have broken, shattered like their hearts, rebounded with a shocking crack. Yet she’s here, feeling it, every second of a counterweight she will never hold in her arms again.

It hurts, is the other thing. It hurts, a constant tightening her muscles so much she’d not be surprised to see scars embedded into the flesh. She stares over a different viewing platform – this one with two suns lashing down at the glass, a kaleidoscope to dazzle sensitive eyes and the prettiest thing she’d ever seen was the sunrise reflected in his shiny coronas. She brushes the spot under her ribs, delicate dancing fingertips to contrast the raw hole she’d bored into herself the moment she’d ran where he’d pushed.

She doesn’t know if it’s a comfort, the cord. It could be: knowing he’s out there, still beating and yanking for her. But it could be a horrible reminder even more, that he’s out there somewhere and she will won’t see him again.

Her eyes sting.

Maybe somewhere out there, he’s feeling the exact same way.

#flash fiction friday #flash fiction #short story #writeblr #anna's writing #word count: 626 #feel like this could have been explored more/differently #but I like the concept

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spacetimewithstuartgary · 2 months ago

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How solar flares are created

An international collaboration that includes an Oregon State University astrophysicist has identified a phenomenon, likened to the quick-footed movements of an iconic cartoon predator, that proves a 19-year-old theory regarding how solar flares are created.

Understanding solar flares is important for predicting space weather and mitigating how it affects technology and human activities, said Vanessa Polito, a courtesy faculty member in OSU’s College of Science.

“Solar flares can release a tremendous amount of energy – 10 million times greater than the energy released from a volcanic eruption,” Polito said. “Flares and associated coronal mass ejections can drive beautiful aurorae but also severely affect our space environment, disrupt communications, pose hazards to astronauts and satellites in space, and affect the power grid on Earth.”

The “slip-running” reconnections of the sun’s magnetic field lines – the term was inspired by Wile E. Coyote’s mad scrambles after the Road Runner – were observed via NASA’s Interface Region Imaging Spectrograph, or IRIS, a satellite used to study the sun’s atmosphere.

The observation of tiny, brilliant features in the atmosphere of the sun moving at unprecedented speeds – thousands of kilometers per second – opens the door to a deeper understanding of the creation of solar flares, the most powerful explosions in the solar system.

Guillaume Aulanier of the Paris Observatory, a collaborator on the research, developed the slip-running reconnection concept in 2005.

But measuring the speed of solar flare kernels had been elusive, Polito said. Kernels are small, bright regions within the larger flare ribbons that mark the location of magnetic field reconnection, areas known as footpoints where intense heat and energy release occur.

However, recently designed high-cadence observing programs, which capture images about every two seconds, revealed the slipping motions of kernels moving at speeds of up to 2,600 kilometers per second.

“The tiny, bright features observed by IRIS trace the very fast motion of footpoints of individual magnetic field lines, which slip along the solar atmosphere during a flare,” said Polito, the deputy principal investigator of the IRIS mission.

“Flares and magnetic reconnection are phenomena that occur in all stars and in different astrophysical objects throughout the universe, such as pulsars and black holes. On the sun, our closest star, we can study them in great detail as demonstrated by our study.”

A solar flare occurs when the sun’s atmosphere emits a sudden, intense burst of radiation via the rapid release of built-up magnetic energy. The energy output of a single flare is equivalent to millions of hydrogen bombs exploding simultaneously and covers the entire electromagnetic spectrum, from radio waves to gamma rays.

Flares are often associated with large expulsions of plasma – gas so hot that electrons are separated from nuclei – from the sun’s corona, phenomena known as coronal mass ejections. A flare can last from minutes to hours.

IMAGE: An international collaboration that includes an Oregon State University astrophysicist has identified a phenomenon, likened to the quick-footed movements of an iconic cartoon predator, that proves a 19-year-old theory regarding how solar flares are created. Credit Vanessa Polito, Oregon State University

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A New Thing

The engine still dripped, stinking of sea and weathered steel. Its face shone with condensation, and steam straggled beneath its pointed snout.

Sinclair stepped out of the darkness. The first thing that struck Meltzer was that he was absurdly clean. His dress shirt was almost perfectly white but for some discoloration around the throat and armpits; it had clearly been ironed, as had the slacks. No patches, the stains few, and the man was smoking in a cigarette holder. The hair was black, slicked back, streaked with silver at the temples, and reading glasses hung 'round his throat. A pistol was tucked under his arms; ammo pouches hung on his belt. But for the pistol and pouches, he could have stepped straight out of a meeting.

“Meltzer! Chief!” Sinclair grinned at them, waving. “About time we met, eh?”

Meltzer sagged with relief. “Oh, thank god.”

Beside him, Delta scraped to a halt. At first, Meltzer thought nothing of it. Then Sinclair’s smile fell. A weird light illuminated his face.

“So there you are, Sinclair,” a young woman said.

Meltzer halted.

“Do you remember Sinclair, Father?” the young woman asked. Her voice was weirdly monotone, a British accent, and seemed to rise up out of the air around them—not loud, just omnipresent.

Meltzer whirled.

Delta swayed behind him, the light in his helmet weirdly dull and coppery. A corona shivered like a living fog around his helmet, gold and glittering.

The girl’s voice drove on.

“Do you know why he wants to leave, Father?”

Sinclair raised his hands in supplication. “Now hold on there, Eleanor. You know it was nothing personal.”

“Yes,” Eleanor whispered.

She wasn’t talking to them. Delta had turned toward Sinclair. Steam puffed up from his sleeves. He raised his drill and pointed.

“HOOO,” he said.

Meltzer flung himself in front of Delta, arms out.

“Whoah there!” he said. “Whoah there, Delta.”

Sinclair backed away, whipping out his pistol. He’d made it halfway to the train when Delta’s porthole flashed—the corona flashed a fraction of a second later—and Sinclair jerked—a full-body twitch—and toppled over backwards with a nasty thud.

“Sinclair!” Meltzer rushed to Sinclair’s side.

Delta grumbled and lifted to his full height, shaking out his arms. The corona dissipated, leaving only the faintest bubble of gold.

“Are you all right?” Meltzer panted, lifting Sinclair to a seated position.

Sinclair sucked for breath; his eyes were huge. He said nothing. He clawed himself upright using Meltzer’s arm and shoulder, whipping his eyes up to Delta.

“Subject Delta,” said Sinclair, leaning on Meltzer. “I’ve tried to put you out of my head for 14 goddamn years. Now you’d better stay out or I will absolutely refuse to take you to the promised land, you understand?”

“Pardon me?” Meltzer asked.

“It’s a long story,” said Sinclair. “And unnecessary. Look, Delta.” Sinclair stepped away from Meltzer, eyes dark. “You will not harm me or this deal is off. That includes going inside my head without permission. Do you understand?”

Delta swayed. The light in his helmet glowed a little brighter; the corona faded a little.

“Father and I are a new thing,” said Eleanor, her voice faint. She sounded resigned, faded. “He draws on me. I draw on him. We can’t control it yet.” Her voice grew frigid. “Maybe we could if someone hadn’t broken him.”

Sinclair threw his hands up. “Look, honey, it wasn’t anything personal. All I did was pay the bills.”

“Liar,” Eleanor said, grim but triumphant. “Do you know who you’re traveling with, Mark Meltzer?”

“I don’t know that I have a choice,” Meltzer said. His right hand twitched as though to grab his pistol, but he released his hand and dropped it at his side. “All I care about is getting Cindy out of this place.”

“Who is Cindy?” she asked.

“My daughter,” he said softly. “Blonde hair. Has my eyes and nose. Her mother’s ears and cheeks. Eight years old now.”

“Oh,” said the girl. “I know her.”

His mouth fell open. “You… where is she?”

“You can’t have her,” said the girl matter-of-factly. “She’s making ADAM.”

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Meltzer launched at Delta and lurched up on his tip-toes. “She’s my daughter! She’s my baby! My everything! You can’t have her! Where is she? Tell me!”

He slammed his pointing finger up on Delta’s gut. His voice broke.

No one replied. Delta slowly turned to regard him. The corona brightened briefly. Something must have been happening, but it was all internal; Delta swayed on his feet and purred, wrists twitching. Steam rolled up from the suit in curling waves. Meltzer could feel something stirring deep beneath the leather.

Then the heat and corona faded. All that was left was Delta’s burning viewplate, a weird greenish-gold that itself burnt into yellow.

Delta shouldered his rivet gun and marched into the train car. He stepped up on the stairs and the whole car leaned down toward him with a groan. He leaned in sideways, squatted, slipped inside. The door slid shut. A heavy groan, and the car slowly rocked upright.

A hand fell on Meltzer’s shoulder. Meltzer jumped.

It was Sinclair.

“Son,” Sinclair said in a thick voice, “you are a brave man, but I must recommend you don’t go charging Big Daddies.” He patted his shoulder, eyes rising to the car. “Let’s go to the engine. Nothing we do will be private now, but we can hope Eleanor will keep herself caged.”

“You’ve got to explain yourself,” Meltzer said as Sinclair ambled away.

“Oh, I will, just not here,” said Sinclair. “Come on. All of this is complicated.”

#bioshock #bioshock 2 #subject delta #augustus sinclair #mark meltzer #eleanor lamb #cindy meltzer #vvatchword #fanfiction #writing #this is never going into the story in quite this way #but it's a good bit #isn't it

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oliverreedmasterass · 2 years ago

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Sam Kiszka Sees God While Eating Spicy Wings | A Hot Ones Parody

Words: 7.9k

Warnings: language, drinking, mentions of incontinence, just overall nastiness, milk

Synopsis: Sam Kiszka goes on Hot Ones and experiences an exceptionally devastating fall from grace

Notes: thank you @jmkho for reminding me how awful it is to rub your eyes after touching something spicy!!

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“Hey, what’s going on everybody!” Sean Evans smiled wide at the camera. “From First We Feast, I’m Sean Evans and you’re watching Hot Ones. It’s the show with hot questions and even hotter wings.”

Across the table, Sam was sitting with his hands folded in his lap, patiently waiting for his introduction.

“Today I’m joined by Sam Kiszka of the rock group, Greta Van Fleet, who is releasing their third studio album, Starcatcher, on July 21st.” Sean turned from the camera to acknowledge Sam. “It’s great to meet you, Sam.”

“Likewise, Sean,” Sam called back. With a grunt, he leaned over the table to extend a hand to Sean to shake. Sean seemed thrown off by the gesture, but scooted forward in his stool to grab Sam’s hand and give it a firm shake. “I’m starving, I could really go for some wings right now,” Sam joked.

“How do you handle hot things?” Sean leaned back in his chair and studied Sam, as if sizing him up. From the look on his face, it seemed like Sean was skeptical that Sam’s thin stature would be able to handle the scorching heat of the hot sauces that were coming his way.

“I’m all for it,” Sam waved Sean off. “I’m into this kind of shit, permanently damaging my taste buds and destroying my stomach for days on end. This is what I do to feel alive.”

“I feel like you’re being sarcastic.”

“A little bit,” Sam chuckled. “But I do like a bit of spice to my meals. I’m the guy in my family who needs to put a little Tabasco on everything.”

“Some of these are gonna be a step up from Tabasco,” Sean warned him. “Are you ready to go?”

“Just about,” Sam replied. He gently pushed the full glass of milk in front of him onto Sean’s side of the table and then hoisted a 24 pack of Corona Lite in front of him. Sean watched with interest as Sam tore into the cardboard casing and retrieved a bottle, pulling off the top with his teeth. “Want one?” Sam asked.

“Sure?” Sean guessed. Sam started to open a second bottle with his teeth, but someone from the crew quickly forced a bottle opener into his hand before he could.

“Oh, thanks?” Sam asked, looking around to see who had given him the instrument. He didn’t understand the point of bottle openers when teeth literally exist but, because he was on film, he popped off the cap like a normal person and slid the drink to Sean.

“Do you find that beer takes the edge off of the spiciness?” Sean asked. Sam shrugged back at him.

“I just wanted an excuse to crack into that 24 pack,” Sam replied after shoving a lime into his drink and taking a thoughtful gulp. “So, what’s the first level?”

1. The Classic - Chili Maple (Hot Ones Hot Sauce) - 1,600 Scoville Heat Units

“We’ve got The Classic Chili Maple sauce coming in at 16,000 Scoville Heat Units,” Sean shared. Sam stared down at the vegan wing in front of him and gave it a testing poke.

“Say,” Sam had to ask, “has anyone ever tapped out after one wing? I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m definitely gonna make it to ten, I just want to know what I’m up against here.”

“We’ve had a few guests definitely not finish the interview,” Sean replied with a grin. “DJ Khaled and Ricky Gervais had a pretty rough time. Not as bad as Bobby Lee though.”

A few of the crew members groaned behind the cameras, which made Sam perk up.

“What happened to Bobby?” he leaned forward to conspire with Sean.

“Let’s just say his body rejected the wings pretty harshly,” Sean slowly thought out his words. “From the back end.”

“Fuck,” Sam choked out and then took another sip from his bottle. “Well god, I sincerely hope that doesn’t happen to me.”

“For the sake of me and the crew, I hope so too,” Sean said. Then, he held up his wing and Sam followed suit.

“Cheers,” Sam said with a cheeky smile, raising his wing up to Sean. They both took a hearty bite and immediately Sam groaned outwards. “This is the shit,” he said with his mouth full. “It’s so sweet and tangy.”

Sean watched as Sam proceeded to devour the rest of the wing, to the point where the sauce formed a ring around his mouth and covered all of his fingers.

“Do you want a napkin?” Sean let out a laugh. Sam waved away a crew member that was trying to hand him a paper napkin.

“Nah ah,” he said, food still in his mouth. “I’m saving all of this for later.”

“Okay, Sam,” Sean tried to regain Sam’s attention, “I do have some questions.”

“Fire away,” Sam motioned for him to go with one hand while he licked the other.

“So, legend has it, your older twin brothers, Jake and Josh, would drag you down to the basement when you were in grade school to play with them. At what point did you realize that music was something you wanted to do, and not just something your brothers were forcing you to do?”

“Oh thank god, I thought you were gonna ask me about Frankenmuth,” Sam breathed out a sigh of relief. “Every single interview, I swear, we have to talk about living in a small Bavarian town in Michigan with the world’s largest Christmas store.”

“I’ll take that question off my list,” Sean joked, pretending to scribble something out on a paper next to him. “No, I promise you’ll get some questions you haven’t heard before.”

“Hot wings and new questions, now we’re talking!”

Sam continued to lick at his fingers, but then shot back upright when he remembered that he hadn’t answered the question.

“Oh, uh, being the youngest sibling has its trials and tribulations. I feel like I was fortunate that Jake and Josh paved the way for me, in a sense, setting expectations and showing me the right and wrong things to do. I’ve always admired them.” Sam stopped and whispered to Sean, “Actually, cut that out, I don’t want them knowing that, it’ll feed into their already massive egos.”

“Cut that part out,” Sean turned to call at the producer.

“My parents raised my siblings and I in a musical house: my dad plays blues with some local guys, my grandpa is in the Polka Hall of Fame, so I feel like I have these musical genes coursing through my veins. Jake was the first one to really take music seriously and, of course, anything he does, Josh will follow suit since the two are practically inseparable. Sure, when I was younger there were other things that I wanted to do than practice for eight hours straight in the basement, but it is something I pretty quickly grew to love. I enjoy building things, and creating music is a fascinating experiment, trying to connect with people sonically. I think from a young age I recognized the value of human connection and wanted to keep pursuing that.”

“So, going back to the musical genes, it’s almost like you were meant to do this,” Sean clarified with Sam.

“God, that makes me sound conceited, doesn’t it?” Sam scrunched up his face at the thought.

“Not necessarily,” Sean tried to assure him. “It just means that you’re on the track that feels right to you, which is something I’d hope everyone can accomplish.”

“That’s a good way to look at it,” Sam nodded. He thoughtfully licked the remaining sauce off his fingers.

“You look ready for another wing,” Sean observed.

“Hell fucking yeah I am,” Sam said.

2. Banjee Ranch - Shaquanda’s - 6,200 Scoville Heat Units

“This one looks good,” Sam commented while he took in the mustard-colored sauce. “I can see the herbs in there, I already know the flavor is going to explode in my mouth.”

Sam dug in and, once more, looked like he was experiencing heaven. Sean cut in before Sam started moaning again.

“Last year you were featured on a song with Stealing Oceans and Scott Avett called ‘Stars on the Ceiling.’ On this track you bust out a pretty impressive guitar solo, which I heard you came up with on the spot. How did your brother, Jake, feel about that?”

“He didn’t believe me when I first showed him the song and told him I was the guitar,” Sam chuckled. “He called me a shithead.”

“Was he a little threatened?” Sean guessed.

“He knows he’s better than me, he’s got nothing to worry about,” Sam shook his head. “He did have a few pointers for me afterwards about different tones and effects I could have used to make the track sound more complex, but I’m really happy with how it turned out. At the end of the day it’s just a fun, jazzy, funky love song, which I think the world could use more of.”

“How do you feel about dipping your toes in other genres?” Sean asked after enjoying another bite of his own wing. “Jazz and funk stray pretty far from Greta Van Fleet’s sound.”

“I’m all for it,” Sam couldn’t hide his enthusiasm. “I mean, even within Greta Van

Fleet, sure, we’re a rock band at our core, but if you compare our sound from our first EP to now, there’s a massive difference. Yes, we aren’t producing a hip hop album or country or something like that, but we really enjoy experimenting with sound and blending genres to create something innovative and attention-grabbing.”

Sam seemed content with his reply since, when met with a second of silence, he finished off the rest of his wing and, to Sean’s dismay, let out a long, deep groan. As if that wasn’t out of pocket enough, Sam wiped the last part of his wing around his mouth, gathering the sauce from the first round to enjoy. By the time he was done, his face resembled that of a toddler after an especially messy meal.

“This is a walk in the park,” Sam told Sean. “I’m having an absolute blast.”

“You’re doing great so far,” Sean extended a compliment where it was due. “You’ve still got a ways to go though, don’t get too cocky.”

“You sound like my bandmate, Danny,” Sam chuckled.

3. Cadejo - Donis - 15,000 Scoville Heat Units

“Are you ready for a step up on the heat scale?” Sean asked as a crew member placed a new wing in front of Sam. Sam grabbed the hot sauce bottle from the line in front of him and inspected it.

“Habanero? Now we’re talking.”

Sean gaped while Sam dumped a hearty pile of the sauce on his plate and then, with his sticky fingers, rolled his wing in it so it covered the entire surface, not missing a single spot.

“You don’t have to do that,” Sean tried to talk Sam down, but his competitiveness had entirely taken over.

“I think I do, Sean,” Sam looked up at the host with a surprising amount of intensity. Sean had to take a split second to ponder if he had made a massive mistake letting Sam on his show, but he cleared his throat and returned to his list of questions while Sam practically inhaled his sauce-drenched wing, entirely unaffected by the heat.

“So, Justin Bieber,” Sean started.

“Oh boy,” Sam let out a loud laugh. “Justin Fucking Bieber. Has he ever been on this show?”

“Nope.”

“Damn, I was gonna ask how well he did.”

“We’ll get him on here and you can come back and have a wing-off.”

“You think I’m joking, but I’ll be there,” Sam stared Sean down. “We have a lot of unfinished business.”

“Speaking of which,” Sean cut in, “you claim that he stole your birkenstocks at Coachella back in 2018.”

“He did,” Sam looked directly into the camera to confirm.

“It’s been five years and I’m assuming he hasn’t given them back to you?”

“Not even a sorry note,” Sam frowned.

“What would it take for Justin Bieber to earn your forgiveness?”

Sam leaned back and let out a deep exhale, looking lost in thought. The camera slowly zoomed in on his face, tracking his eyes that seemed to be searching every part of the ceiling.

“This is a hard question,” Sam admitted. “My mom always encouraged forgiveness. She said that resentment was more of a punishment for the person feeling that emotion than the one it was directed towards. The problem is, I really liked those birks. I mean, they were my first pair: we’d been through a lot. So, I guess the rational answer is I would forgive him if he gave them back to me and they were in the same condition as when he took them. I’m sure he has some nice cars too, though. If he let me take one of those I would probably forgive him.”

“Are you a big car guy?” Sean asked.

“I am,” Sam nodded. “I mean, I have one car that I drive around, I don’t need to be that guy that owns 17 cars and only drives one or two of them a handful of times a year. But I think if Justin offered me a lamborghini or a ferrari, I would probably take it.”

“You and me both,” Sean laughed.

“I’d drive it to the grocery store, just doing mundane errands, going 25 mph like a law-abiding citizen. It would drive all the car enthusiasts out there insane.”

“I respect safe driving,” Sean nodded.

“Safe driving is cool driving,” Sam agreed.

“Do you like any Justin Bieber songs?” Sean slipped in another question.

Sam looked on the brink of snorting, but stopped himself short so he wouldn’t offend anyone.

“His music is, uh, not quite for me,” Sam tried to be as civil as possible without expressing his intense disdain for pop music. “I respect what he does and I will admit that he’s a talented musician, but I wouldn’t go out of my way to listen to any of his albums.”

“Fair enough,” Sean shrugged.

“I feel like I’m in the hot seat,” Sam joked. “I’ll go home and find that people on Twitter canceled me for having bad taste or something.”

“I think you’ll be okay,” Sean reassured him.

4. Los Calientes - Hot Ones Hot Sauce - 36,000 Scoville Heat Units

“Another Hot Ones sauce!” Sam exclaimed when he saw the next bottle. “You guys do a great job with branding, this is such a niche market.”

“We were lucky the idea blew up,” Sean smiled. “You’ll find that this one has a lot of flavor packed in with a punchy blend of sweet, tart, and spicy. It’s one of my favorites.”

“Oh, I can’t wait,” Sam grinned. He poured the sauce onto his wing and then shook a drop out onto his tongue. “Oh hell yeah,” he said, not breaking a single sweat.

“We have a segment on this show called ‘Explain That Gram,’” Sean shared with Sam. Sam’s face contorted into a look of worry. “We look at your Instagram and you explain some of the photos that need a little extra context. First off, you look really concerned, why?”

“I don’t remember what I have posted on there,” Sam admitted.

“Nothing too incriminating, don’t worry,” Sean told Sam as he grabbed a laptop from one of the crew members and pulled up the first image. “Your Instagram is highly stylized, it looks like you put a lot of thought into it: where did the 3 thematic posts idea come from?”

“I started doing that a few years back,” Sam tried to remember, “I’m pretty sure my now ex-girlfriend introduced me to the idea that you need to maximize the formatting of Instagram to make a page that deviates from the norm while looking pleasing to the eye. I’m not a huge social media fan, but there is something really satisfying about using that three column setup to create a string of posts that, as you scroll through them, almost look like they’re happening in chapters. It just feels more put together, I guess.”

“It was nice to look through, I agree with you there,” Sean said. “I’ll need to take some notes.”

“Hey, there you go, Sean,” Sam beamed.

“Let’s look at this photo first,” Sean said, turning the laptop in Sam’s direction.

Sam leaned forward and squinted at the photo of his homemade pickles.

“Mmm,” Sam licked his lips. “That was a good batch.”

“Pandemic hobby? Sean raised an eyebrow.

“You got it,” Sam nodded. “Being stuck inside for that amount of time was like an out of body experience. After a week, I don’t know if this happened to you too, but I started to feel like I was in The Yellow Wallpaper or something. So I tried to dodge that feeling with homemade pickles. There was an article in a magazine I get monthly and I figured, eh what the hell? It didn’t take that many ingredients, I like pickles, the science behind food fascinates me, it all felt right.”

“Do I see some chilis and garlic in there?” Sean asked as he studied the photo closer.

“I put a bunch of shit in there,” Sam laughed. “I love experimenting with things. You know, it’s really stunning how many flavors a cucumber can absorb when it’s in brine. It’s like the sponge of the food world.”

“I’ve never heard someone speak so fondly about pickles,” Sean mused.

“I appreciate the little things in life,” Sam said. He took another sip of his beer, finishing it off, and nearly choked on the lime that had popped back out of the bottle and into his mouth. Sean lurched up like he was ready to give Sam the heimlich, but Sam spit the remains of the lime out onto the table before he could. Sam coughed. “Whooo lord, that was a close one.”

“Are you good to keep going?” Sean looked concerned.

“Absolutely,” Sam brightened up. “You got another Instagram photo?”

Sean still seemed a bit worried, but he opened the next photo.

“Oh man,” Sam snorted, “I should have seen that one coming.”

“There’s a lot to explain here,” Sean agreed.

Sam looked closer at the old photo of him with “Fuck” written on his forehead while he stood in front of an impressive fire.

“I really don’t know if there is even any context to go with this.”

“I appreciate that you tagged the Frankenmuth Fire Department as the location.”

“Oh yeah, we definitely weren’t burning shit at the fire department,” Sam declared, but then widened his eyes and turned away from the camera.

“I’ve got one last post that I want to highlight and then we can move onto the next sauce. There’s a short video of you and your bandmate, Daniel Wagner, out in what looks like the desert, wrestling with a snake?”

“Okay, this is actually a funny story,” Sam clapped his hands together. “Basically we were doing the whole tour bus thing on one of our earlier North America tours and we were trying to hit as many national parks as we could. Daniel went into this gift shop at the Grand Canyon and secretly bought this fake snake because, you know, he thought it would be hilarious to prank my brothers and I. While we were at Monument Park, which is on the border of Arizona and Utah and absolutely stunning, Danny pulled this big old rubber snake out of nowhere and started to fight with it.”

“You booked it in that video.”

It was a really realistic looking snake,” Sam exclaimed. “I like to keep my distance from things that slither.” Sam started to mess around with his wing but snapped his head back up to look at Sean. “There’s a reason why there’s no audio in that video,” Sam added. “I was swearing like a sailor. There were a bunch of kids nearby too, I don’t know how we didn’t get thrown out of the park.”

“You’re just living the rocker lifestyle,” Sean kidded, which earned a hearty laugh from Sam. “Thanks for your insights, I’m sure quite a few peoples’ burning questions have been resolved after that segment, ‘Explain the Gram.’”

“Happy to help,” Sam continued to laugh.

5. Ghost Pepper Hot Sauce - Brooklyn Delhi - 39,000 Scoville Heat Units

“We’re in the spicier terrain now,” Sean shared.

“Ah yes,” Sam bounced in his seat. “This is the place I like to call home.”

“Coming in at 39,000 Scoville heat units, this one relies on the punch delivered from India’s famed ghost pepper, bhut jolokia, which provides a long-lasting heat.”

“I love it,” Sam rubbed his hands together in eager anticipation. “It’s been a while since I had a ghost pepper. I used to pop those puppies all the time just to feel something.”

“I don’t think we’ve ever had a guest quite like you on this show,” Sean admitted.

“I love expanding my palate,” Sam shared. “And knowing my boundaries when it comes to spicy food. Right now I’m pretty sure that boundary doesn’t exist.”

“Considering you’ve been chugging Coronas like they’re water and I haven’t seen a single tear form in your eyes, you might be right.”

“I’m just built different. I also used to eat fire ants as a kid, that might be helping me out too.”

“Did you really?” Sean looked beyond disturbed.

“No,” Sam laughed at how gullible the host was. “Fire ants are native to the southern states, they haven’t made the great migration quite that far up north yet.”

“You could have had me fully convinced,” Sean shared.

“I’m not gonna crack at all while eating this,” Sam promised as he pointed down to his wing. Sean held off on biting into his wing so he could concentrate on Sam’s facial expression as he pulled a large chunk of fake meat off and chewed it around. His face remained as stoic as a marble statue.

“No emotion at all.”

The camera pulled closer to Sam to show that his face was blank, not a single expression creeping out. He gulped the food down and let out a large burp.

“The seal of approval!” he pumped his fist.

“Now, Sam,” Sean said after finishing his wing, “You’ve said before that one of your favorite hobbies is finding vintage clothing.”

“Yup,” Sam nodded, “I love that shit.”

“Your outfits for your Dreams in Gold tour, which just wrapped up recently, were some of the most detailed pieces I’ve ever seen. How do you and your team come up with the vision for your stage outfits, and what is the intersection going on there between clothing and your music?”

“Greta Van Fleet is a band that loves symbols,” Sam replied. “Take one look at our album, The Battle At Garden’s Gate, and I think you’ll get it.”

While he talked, Sam made a show of pulling his shoes off under the table with his feet and wiggling out of his socks. Sean made a face at the stench that was coming from beneath the rounded table but then tried to maintain a poker face while he listened to Sam’s response.

“For this tour, we all agreed that every aspect of our show needed to contribute to a larger message. My brothers and I are all avid fans of film and, after watching enough movies, you start to realize how each costume is built with purpose. Pair that philosophy with my love for clothes and how they serve as a means of personal expression, and I became the largest supporter of teaming with a talented costume designer to prepare our outfits for the tour. Before our Strange Horizons tour we were wearing shit from thrift stores. I mean, it was fun to hunt around the day of a show for something to wear on stage that night, but nothing looked coherent. With our Dreams In Gold tour, we really took the first big step to define who we are as a band, and what we’re trying to achieve with our music. Jake and I have a lot of swords on our pieces, made by the ever exceptional Amber Doyle. We threw a lot of ideas at her, and she did a great job compressing them all into coherent designs.”

“That sleeve you’ve got on your left arm is something else.”

“Thanks, yeah, I started using that sleeve design during our Strange Horizons tour. I was really interested in the designs of webbing and wings and just the overall movement that they can bring to a stationary piece. Amber really liked the design when we came to her, and she promised she would keep that look consistent for my new pieces.”

“Does the wing ever get in the way of your playing?”

“Amber’s a genius,” Sam grinned, “She managed to design it in a way where I hardly noticed it was there. That is, unless I wanted to show it off.”

“Are you and your bandmates back at the drawing board now, planning your new designs for your upcoming tour, Starcatcher?”

“I can’t reveal too much,” Sam wagged a finger at Sean. “That was a good try. But I can share that we’re branching out in a new direction. These costumes have become an integral part of our show, and they aren’t going away any time soon. The challenging part is finding that sweet spot where we can wear things that look visually stunning and nuanced while maintaining some level of comfort so we can perform to our best ability. We’re testing the limits now, and I’m excited to see what the reception is to our new pieces. It should be good.”

“I wish I could have snuck an answer out of you on that last one,” Sean slapped his hand down on the table in joking frustration.

“You won’t have to wait too long for an answer,” Sam tried to comfort him. “Our tour starts in July, so you only need to wait a few more months. I am really looking forward to seeing how fans will dress at our shows for this tour,” Sam thoughtfully added. “They take this fashion thing as seriously as I do - you should see some of the outfits, these fans look like they should be up on stage with us. They’ll make replicas of our stage outfits with their own hands. It’s something else.”

“You’ve got an artistic vision that people can get behind,” Sean commended Sam.

“It’s an exciting thing,” Sam nodded back with a twinkle in his eye.

6. Mushroom Mayhem - Torchbearer Sauces - 68,000 Scoville Heat Units

“You’re vegan, right?” Sean asked Sam.

“Yes sir,” Sam nodded.

“I think you’ll appreciate this next sauce. It’s got a blend of mushrooms to provide a hint of umami, which contributes to an overall meaty flavor. But this sauce is about as vegan as they come.”

Sam licked his lips.

“Yummy yummy in my tummy.” He stopped for a second and reflected on what had just come out of his mouth. “Sorry,” his face turned scarlet, “that was weird.”

“It was like you regressed for a second there,” Sean commented. “We’re past the halfway mark now, this is where things start to get a bit intense.”

“Finally,” Sam remarked. He took a hefty bite and then chased it down with his second bottle of Corona. “Okay,” he said after clearing his throat, “that one did have a bit of a punch.”

“The cracks are starting to show,” Sean teased him, which Sam responded to by rapidly shaking his head.

“Nah ah,” Sam protested. “I took that one like a champ.”

To prove himself to Sean, Sam took the bottle and, once more, shook some of the sauce onto his tongue. Sean watched him with his mouth slightly ajar as Sam swallowed it down and patted his stomach.

“Delicious.”

“You can take that home,” Sean motioned towards the bottle. “We let all of our guests take whichever hot sauces they like best, but man, at this point I think you need to just take all of the bottles.”

“Oh good, I’m glad I don’t have to sneak these out under your nose,” Sam nodded. Sean pretended like he didn’t hear that comment and returned back to his questions.

“You and your band released a series of short Masterclass parodies back in 2021. I have to know, what inspired the character, Cal A Bungah?”

“I’m so glad I can finally address this,” Sam sounded genuine. “Cal A Bungah was the character that started it all: I had all the guys over and we were in the kitchen, making some appetizers and I just pulled this cocky chef character out of my ass like it was nothing. There’s an inside joke among my friends and family that I can’t cook for shit which, I don’t know about that, but I decided to roll with it. So was talking this big game about being a celebrity chef and knowing everything and how meat eaters like Gordon Ramsey are going to rot in hell, and Josh was like, ‘dude, we should make a video about this.’”

“How much of that video was improv?” Sean asked.

“All of it,” Sam grinned. “They put me in that goofy chef outfit, said ‘rolling’ and I just went to town.”

“I have a few rapid fire questions for Cal, if he’d be willing to answer,” Sean looked Sam down. Sam beamed at the idea and let out a loud laugh when one of the crew members passed him a chef hat. Sam pulled it on over his long, brown locks, and gave Sean a dorky smile.

“How do I look?”

“Professional,” Sean replied. “Now, Cal, do your skills extend any farther than cutting veggies and making a margarita?”

“I can’t believe you would ask someone with this much skill and prowess such a demeaning question,” Sam balked. “Pass.”

Sean let out a short laugh and returned to his list.

“What’s the problem with squash?”

“There’s no problem with squash,” Sam said as he folded his hands in front of him. “That reaction I had on film was a raw response to something larger than life. When I saw that squash, you know, actually held it in my hands, I felt like I was holding a part of God. I think you’d be rendered speechless too if you went through the same thing.”

“Fair enough. What makes the perfect margarita?”

“I’ll show you,” Sam answered. Sean called out in shock as Sam leaned under the table and grabbed a lime, some tequila, triple sec orange liqueur, ice, salt, and a cocktail shaker.

“You were keeping all of that under there?” Sean sounded stunned as he looked under the table to see if Sam was hiding any other secrets.

“Dave Grohl got to bring drinks on here, why can’t I?”

Sam twisted the lid off of the tequila and dumped a generous amount into the shaker before taking a swig of the booze straight from the bottle.

“Just have to make sure it’s not poisoned,” Sam explained himself. “The key to a perfect margarita is measuring with your heart. I don’t know what one fluid ounce looks like and, at this point, I’m too afraid to ask. So you just kinda eyeball it and, when it looks like enough, you stop.”

“A true master of your craft,” Sean had to quip.

“Add a splash of triple sec,” Sam continued, and then squeeze some lime juice in there for good measure. Then you shake the shit out of it.”

Sam stood from his seat after securing the lid over the cocktail shaker and made a show of moving around the set, shaking the drink like he was a part of the rhythm section for a fast-tempo song. When he was satisfied with his work, he grabbed a highball glass from seemingly nowhere and placed it over Sean’s head, in front of him. Sean gazed up in awe as Sam let the stream of margarita flow from the shaker down into his glass.

“Rub some lime and salt around the rim and then give it a sip,” Sam coached Sean. “And you better tell me that you just had the best goddamn margarita of your life.”

Sean followed Sam’s commands and brought the cup up to his lips, taking a cautious sip. He smacked his lips a few times, let out a small choke, and failed to hide a grimace.

“It’s great, right?” Sam asked over his shoulder while he fixed himself his own drink.

“It’s, something?” Sean failed to find the right words. Sam didn’t seem to notice how much pain he was putting Sean through since he happily took a gulp from his own cup and then settled back in his seat. “This is fun, I’m having fun,” Sam decided. Sean squirmed around in his seat.

7. Dreams of Calypso - Angry Goat Pepper Co - 101,000 Scoville Heat Units

“Oh, this sauce is gonna go well with my drink,” Sam called out in glee as he observed the next bottle. “Tropical fruit and a fucking hot pepper? Now we’re talking!”

“Is your stomach made of metal or something?” Sean asked after quickly passing his barely touched margarita off to a crew member to dump down the sink.

“It’s all about your state of mind,” Sam explained. “If you tell yourself you’re going to feel pain, you’re going to feel pain. But if you tell yourself that you’ve had worse, you’re going to be fine. The brain is a powerful organ, it can make or break you.”

“Let’s see that philosophy in action,” Sean encouraged Sam as he motioned down to the wing. Sam grabbed it with a look of determination and tore into it.

“Not so bad,” Sam announced as he chewed. “You can hardly even notice the kick.”

“Right,” Sean stared at Sam in awe. “So, you’ve rubbed a lot of elbows with some pretty big names in the music industry since you first started off, namely Elton John and Metallica. Are there any groups or musicians that you would want to either collaborate or tour with?”

Sam started to think, but quickly got distracted by the flow of mucus that was starting to pool out of his nostrils. He tried to be covert about it, since he desperately didn’t want Sean to think he couldn’t handle spicy foods, so he quickly rubbed his nose. All that did was spread the snot across his face.

“Well,” Sam grunted out, trying to act cool, “If John Denver was still alive, I’d have to say him.”

To Sam’s dismay, even more snot was coming out of his nose, to the point where it was dripping down onto his shirt. Sam attempted to ignore it; maybe it was something the camera wouldn’t be able to pick up.

Across the table, Sean gaped at the boogers flooding out of Sam’s nostrils like a waterfall. While Sam blabbed on and on about all of the jazz and blues musicians that he admired and wanted to tour with, all Sean could do was study his nose in wonder, guessing when the flow would finally stop.

It was a relief that one of the crew members couldn’t take it anymore, since she passed a napkin off to Sam and, under her breath, begged him to wipe his schnoz. In grim defeat Sam let out a loud honk as he snorted into the tissue, and then wiped at his face, clearing the mucus away.

“The short answer is John Denver, George Gershwin, or Howlin Wolf if they were still alive. Taj Mahal would be exciting though too.”

“I think you need another wing,” Sean was ready to test Sam’s limits. Although Sam’s confidence was visibly wavering, he nodded his head.

“Bring it.”

8. Evolution Hot Sauce - Da Bomb - 135,000 Scoville Heat Units

“Still doing good?” Sean checked in with Sam. He liked to give his guests the opportunity to tap out before they shit themselves.

“I’m fantastic,” Sam replied with certainty, his cockiness returning.

“This one usually slows people down.”

“We’ll see about that,” Sam nodded down at the wing. In comparison to his previous large bites, Sam took a more inquisitive chew and was quick to gulp it down. Suddenly Sam’s eyebrows raised and his cheeks started to flush. He let out a short gasp and popped the top few buttons of his shirt. Sean watched him in glee, relieved that his strange guest was finally starting to be torn down by the scorching heat.

“This is a walk in the park,” Sam gasped out, his eyes welling with tears. He downed the rest of his margarita, blew his nose into his hands, and then downed the remainder of his second bottle of Corona. As Sam heaved out gasps of air, Sean cheerfully returned to his questions.

“You caused quite a stir amongst your fans with your impromptu visit to New York. What inspired the trip, and what touristy places are you planning on taking your bandmates when you’re back in September to play at Madison Square Garden?”

“What spices did they use in this thing?” Sam heaved between gags, “stuff out of Satan’s asshole?”

“Scorpion peppers,” Sean explained. “They’re pretty hot.”

“No kidding,” Sam coughed. Even though he was fighting for his life, his hands trembling at the overwhelming nature of the spice, he considered Sean’s question. “I wanted to go to New York,” he answered between coughs. After grabbing another bottle of Corona and chugging it, Sam wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand and continued. “Plane tickets were cheap, our management thought it might be a funny gimmick for me to announce our world tour in an unconventional way that was sure to get people talking. Um, Danny wants to go to the Central Park Zoo, I think Jake would enjoy the Hard Rock Cafe. Josh probably wants to go to Rockefeller Plaza.”

“All great spots,” Sean agreed.

“Shit, I feel so alive,” Sam groaned outwards.

“Are you okay?” Sean raised an eyebrow.

“This is great, I have health insurance, it’s all good,” Sam rambled, starting to sound incoherent. He brought the Corona back to his lips and tilted it back, accidentally splashing half the bottle down the front of his button up shirt. “Aw man,” Sam pouted down at his mess. Within seconds, a new napkin was in his hands, which he used to dab at his wet spots. “I haven’t stepped in any human shit yet on the subways,” Sam shared while he continued to clean himself, even though Sean hadn’t asked.

“I can’t say that I’ve ever seen human shit on the subway?” Sean replied.

“You’re not looking hard enough,” Sam answered back.

“Are you feeling ready to move on to the next wing?” Sean changed the topic.

“I’m feeling like I could get another wing in my mouth, Sean,” Sam said.

9. Taco Vibes Only - Butterfly Bakery of Vermont - 638,000 Scoville Heat Units

“We’re two away from the end,” Sean congratulated Sam.

“Nearly to the finish line,” Sam nodded before flushing out his nose into a tissue again. “I promise you, the nose blowing is a new one,” Sam continued. “This has literally never happened to me before, so I’m really curious what the hell you’re feeding me.”

“Hot Wings,” Sean stated flatly. Sam squinted back at Sean, not buying what he was saying. It wasn’t often that Sam got knocked off his high horse.

“This sauce uses a simplistic recipe so the peppers can really shine through,” Sean recited. “It features just lime juice-”

“Like the margaritas,” Sam cut in.

“Right,” Sean nodded. “And cumin and coriander to enhance the natural tangy and earthy notes.”

“If I can taste anything other than fucking hot on this wing, I’m gonna impress myself,” Sam said.

“It’s mostly so the viewers know what you’re dealing with,” Sean explained.

“Well,” Sam looked across to Sean, and then into the camera. “Here goes nothing.” Sam did the sign of the cross for good luck and then bit into the wing.

“Ho,” he almost immediately rasped, staring off into nothingness. “Hooooooooo hoooooooooo.”

Sean chuckled as Sam started to breathe like he was giving birth. The tears were back in his eyes, and they were pouring down his cheeks so they splotched on the table cloth and Sam’s pants. “Agh,” Sam was making incoherent noises, and then he suddenly stopped fidgeting and sat upright, staring directly above Sean.

“Oh shit,” Sam murmured, and then clawed at his tongue for a brief second.

“What?” Sean asked, whirling around on his stool to try and catch a glimpse of what Sam was staring at, his mouth wide open. “What is it?”

“God,” Sam whispered. “I see God. And he looks like a hot wing.”

Sean stared at Sam.

“Hello God,” Sam whispered.

“I don’t think he’s okay,” Sean turned to the producer. “Maybe we should stop here.”

“What’s that, God?” Sam asked louder. “Eat another wing? Sure thing, boss.”

“Maybe don’t do that,” Sean tried to put a hand up to Sam, but it was already too late. Looking like he was lost in another dimension, Sam grabbed the bottle of hot sauce and dumped it into his bottle of Corona and started to slurp it down.

“Oh Jesus,” Sean frowned.

“My mouth feels disconnected from my body,” Sam hummed. He dropped the beer bottle back onto the table and then threw himself back so he nearly toppled over on his stool. By some miracle he was able to push himself back upright, and then grabbed another napkin to wipe his sauced up hands. He looked back up at the space above Sean’s head and gasped. “There’s two gods now,” Sam breathed out. “It’s so beautiful.”

Sean was paralyzed in place, gawking at Sam, who had tears rolling down his cheeks again.

“So beautiful,” Sam exhaled. He grabbed the napkin from the table and lifted it up to wipe his eyes.

“Oh wait, no,” Sean tried to stop him, but it was too late.

Sam was now the one frozen, his eyes wide with fear and shock as he realized his mistake.

“SHIT!” he snapped out of it, hollering in pain as he threw his hands up to cover his eyes that now had hot sauce in them. “MOTHER FUCKER!”

The producer nodded for Sean to continue going and, as disturbed as he looked, he cleared his throat and talked over Sam’s calls of immense pain.

“In your song, ‘My Way Soon,’ your brother sings, ‘I’ve seen many places, there are so many places.’ For a 24 year old, I’m sure you’ve seen a lot: from the sketchiest dive bars to playing in front of thousands in packed stadiums, which places do you feel were the most monumental in your musical and personal journeys?”

Sam hadn’t heard a single word that came out of Sean’s mouth because he was too busy dumping his glass of milk onto his eyes while begging for forgiveness from the hot wing gods.

“Give me peace, oh mighty lord!” Sam cried tears of milk.

“He’s not finishing this,” Sean decided with a sense of finality. He thought that Bobby Lee had gone through the worst experience on his show, but the kid from Michigan had experienced the most devastating fall from grace he had ever seen.

Sam’s eyes were bright red, his clothes were beyond destroyed from all the milk, booze, and sauce he had spilled on himself, and his hair was plastered to his face from the sweat. He looked as though he had been to the farthest edge of hell and had to crawl back. Steam practically seemed to be pouring off him as he shakily stood from the stool and then plopped down on the ground so he could lean forward into a fetal position, his head up in his knees.

“I fucking hate hot wings,” Sam groaned from the floor.

10. The Last Dab: Apollo - Hot Ones Hot Sauce - So fucking hot the Scoville Heat Units don’t exist

“Let me sub in,” Danny said, running from behind the camera to the table, extending a hand for Sean to shake in confusion. “I’m Daniel Wagner, drummer for Greta Van Fleet,” Danny introduced himself to the camera. “My buddy, Sam, was so close to making it. He told me beforehand that if he couldn’t do it, I would have to finish it out for him.”

“That’s a first on this show,” Sean seemed to be growing on the idea.

Danny squatted down to Sam’s side and patted his arm.

“I’ll close this out for you, Sam,” he promised his best friend. Sam opened his

bloodshot eyes for a second to look up at Danny and then squeezed them shut again and let out another deep, low moan. “He’ll be okay,” Danny assured the crew. “He’s been through much worse. He could probably use some eye drops though.”

Danny gave Sam one more pat for a little extra reassurance, and then dragged him by the feet to the edge of the soundstage so he was out of the way.

“Glaugh,” was all Sam could say.

Danny returned back to Sam’s toppled stool and set it back on its legs so he could perch on it.

“Last wing, right?” he checked in with Sean.

“You got it,” Sean nodded. “Please don’t tell me you’re gonna handle it like Sam did on that last round. That was hard to watch.”

“Trust me, I’m the sane one in the group,” Danny assured him. “Do you have a question that I can answer while I eat?”

“Well, uh,” Sean was thrown off-guard. “It’s really more of a question for Sam.”

“Try me,” Danny said as he added a dollop of hot sauce to his wing.

“Your, or, Sam’s dog, Rosie, seems like a really important part of his life, appearing in a lot of the band’s instagram photos and tiktoks. If you knew she could understand you, what would you tell her?”

“That is a better question for Sam,” Danny agreed, his mouth already full of the wing. “This is delicious, by the way.”

Sean gaped at Danny. The highest level wing hardly had an impact on him. He looked as if he had just bitten down on some celery.

“I would tell Rosie,” Sam gargled from the side of the stage, “that her dad is a big old wuss for tapping out early on Hot Ones!”

“You got close, Sam,” Danny turned around to tell his friend. “You got really damn close. “You’ll get ‘em next time.”

“I’m a failure,” Sam sniffed.

“The wings did kick your ass, bud,” Danny agreed.

“We usually give guests the last part of the show to plug anything they might be working on right now,” Sean interjected. “There’s a camera there, there, and there that you can look into.”

“Oh, sweet,” Danny perked up and set his finished wing gently down on its plate. “Okay, well, our single, ‘Meeting the Master’ is out now on all streaming sites, our album Starcatcher will be released on July 21st, mark your calendars, and we’re going on tour at the end of July. We’ve got a lot of exciting stuff for you down the road, I can’t wait to put it out into the world. Wanna add anything, Sam?”

“Can I have some more milk?” Sam whimpered off to the side.

“Of course, Sam,” Danny promised him. “Anything to add about any upcoming projects?”

“Upcoming projects?” Sam asked.

“Yeah, Sam.”

“I’m gonna pump my stomach,” Sam shared.

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A Small Adventure with Dad - Sora x Child!Reader

First off, hope you see this. I tried and failed to @ you.

Second, not gonna lie, I've been trying to write this since the request came in. It's been doing my head in and I rewrote it like 7 times. So I'm sorry it's not perfect, and probably not as fluffy as you hoped. And I definitely didn't do any edit/clean up, but I hope it at least entertains you a little.

Premise: The time has come to save the future

Words: 2,372

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The salty air breezes by, the sky raining warm sunshine down on us. Gentle waves rock the world while we bustle about in keeping Black Pearl sailing ahead.

One of our men points out over the water. “Land ho!”

“Land ho!” the rest of us holler out in excitement.

It’s been a few weeks since I arrived here.

And I don’t mean “here” by The Caribbean.

The thing is, I’m not from around here. Where I come from, things are beginning to distort and fall apart. After my father and uncle vanished and my own existence began to flicker, we received a visit from a family friend who was able to point us in the direction of the event causing the chaos. It was tasked to me to fix this mess and with ample warnings not to meddle beyond what was required.

So far, the hardest part has been finding my way without a version of myself here or losing my body, yet I did. It was sheer coincidence that I happen to run into Sora, Donald, and Goofy shortly after. There was some suspicion, but it pretty much evaporated when they discovered that I had my own keyblade. It’s been a comical series of events ever since. Everyone I meet asks how they know me or if we’ve met somewhere. Alternatively, they’re exasperated at the double chaos known as me and Sora. It’s not my fault we get along so well.

I know it’ll end and probably sooner than I’d like, but until then, I’m going to thoroughly enjoy the time I have with my new friends.

I get to work adjusting the sails as we divert course towards the island, singing that silly shanty at the top of our lungs as we have the whole time.

“And really bad eggs!” Jack stumbles as the ship breeches the shore and goes tumbling over the edge.

“JACK!” The rest of us run to the edge of the vessel to check on the captain. He simply lays in the sand, coming to terms with the fact that he’s ashore.

Suddenly, there’s a little jingle. All eyes dart to Sora.

“Sora!” Donald scolds, flapping his arms frantically.

“Put it on silent!” I hiss.

Instead, he answers it. “Hello?” he whispers loudly.

“Sora, we—”

“Shhh!” It’s kind of harsh, but in the name of the world order, we have no choice but to make Ienzo keep it down.

“S-Sorry,” he says much softer.

“What’s up?” asks Sora.

“We’ve received some unusual activity in the Kingdom of Corona. Kairi, Riku, and King Mickey are already on their way, but I think it would be wise to send everyone to investigate this matter.”

“It’s that big, huh?”

I can’t help the goosebumps creeping up my spine. This might be it.

“I believe so.”

Sora looks to us for opinions.

“What about Jack?” Goofy asks.

Again, we peer over the railing to see the captain ambling off along the shore on his own.

“He’ll be fiiiine,” I reply.

“You think so?”

“Look at him? He barely knows we’re here when we’re the ones manning his ship. I’m sure he’ll have gotten himself off the island and onto his next adventure without us.”

We turn back to Sora who looks back at his GummiPhone. “We’re on our way.”

“Great. I’ll inform the others to wait for you before proceeding.”

The call ends there. One last glance is spared to the captain that still hasn’t acknowledged we haven’t joined him before we set out for the Kingdom of Corona.

My boots meet the grass. Again, the sun blesses us with its warm kiss though the breeze lacks the heavy salt of The Caribbean. There’s significantly less water about, but instead the sea is of glorious, pastel flowers soaking in the radiant light from above.

“This place is pretty,” I awe, taking in all the greenery.

“About time our wayward pirates showed up.”

Her voice captures our attention and we spot Kairi strolling closer, Riku and Mickey following after.

“Hey guys!” Sora calls.

“Do you guys have any leads on our Heartless?” I ask as we meet up.

“Nope. We were told to wait for you,” Riku says. “Ienzo says it’s likely to be a tough one.”

“Sounds fun,” I laugh.

“Fun? Really?” Riku’s not nearly as entertained as I am.

I shrug. “What? We’re investigating this whether or not we’re afraid. Might as well plan on beating it to a pulp.”

Though he scrunches his nose in disapproval, there’s the slightest hint of a smirk in his expression. “I don’t know if you’re brave or crazy.”

“Thanks! I inherited it from my father.”

Well whatever expression he had, it all goes out the window, leaving him baffled. “Wha…What?”

I wave my finger guns at him.

Quite honestly, the conversation doesn’t get much smarter than that. So we set out, keeping eyes peeled for signs of this unusual Heartless.

In spite of big words, my heart slams against my ribs, anxiety creeping into my throat. As we wander the woods, I elect to keep my mouth clamped shut. If this is what I think it is, they are not prepared for this and, quite frankly, I’m not even sure I am. But I can’t let on that I know—that would open too many lines of conversation I’m not allowed to divulge.

The ground rumbles beneath our feet. My voice catches on that lump of anxiety, but Riku’s is clear.

“Run!”

Everyone manages to dive out of the way as the earth gives way. From the dirt rises a serpentine beast with a body littered in thorns. A trio of flowers sprout from the top, each snapping their razor-sharp teeth. The largest in the middle is the only real face with wild, spiraling eyes. On the chest of this beast is the tell-tale emblem of the Heartless. This is an ancient species of serpentine monster that disappeared well before even my father’s time; I’d only ever seen it mentioned in a book. And those notes were nothing good.

With a roar, the beast attempts to bite down on anyone as it lunges at the group. This starts the wildest fight of my life. The triplet heads independently strike at lightning speeds and the thorns on its sides make it difficult to make a mark with our attacks. Even when they do land, the thick skin of the snake soaks the ones that do land. The heads aren’t even the only threat this thing has as the tail whips at us, crushing rocks when it missed.

My heart stops when I watch Sora raise his weapon to top one of the smaller heads from chomping down on him. His arms strain to hold it back, leaving him wide open for the tail to come through. I have just a split second to get out of the way the brunette is sent flying back, colliding with the cliffside at our backs.

It feels like a fist jerking on my heart and I stumble.

This is bad. I knew they would struggle, but I don’t even know what I’m supposed to do against this thing. I wasn’t prepared to face a Thorned Snake.

There’s the slightest movement at the cliff overlooking us. My eyes snap to the black coat observing the fight—that’s who summoned this monster.

I narrowly missing getting bitten into as my blade changes into a glider and takes me up to meet the Organization member. The man with pink hair doesn’t even spare me a glance.

“Stop! Stop this!” I shout, racing towards him. “Please, Lauriam!”

A brow rises in my direction. “And just who are you?”

“Someone who knows that if you do this, you will regret it.”

I step back beneath his imposing figure. In a whirl of petals, he now wields his signature scythe. “Threatening me, are you?”

“No!” I can’t raise a weapon to this man. I know him—I know the importance of the part he’s meant to play. “Please, just don’t do this!”

“You have one last chance to run.”

“Lauriam, please.” His second hand meets the staff and I cower beneath its rising blade. “I’ll give you a clue about what you’re looking for!”

His body freezes, mid swing, and he turns on me with the look of a man gone feral. “What did you just say?”

I barely have time to brace myself, yet I wasn’t really prepared to be hung midair by my neck.

Voice deep, violent, desperate, he demands more. “Tell me what you know.”

Unable to speak beneath the crushing force of his grip, I glance to the raging battle below. That grip tightens but I know that I have to hold out or this won’t be the end of just me.

A frustrated huff signals that I’ve won. I hit the ground, gasping for air. His snap echoes in the air, followed shortly by the ground rumbling. In the battle below, vines burst from the ground, entangling the beast. It soon forgets my allies as it struggles against the bindings. Thorns pierce its skin, eliciting a roar of pain and I almost feel bad for the thing. There was no hope against the crushing vines as the Heartless soon releases its heart and disperses in a cloud of smoke.

Immediately, Marluxia turns on me. “Now tell me. Where is it? Why am I here?”

Collecting my composure, I rise to my feet. “You need to look into the Realm of Fiction.”

He’s barely restraining himself in his frustration. “What does that mean?”

“That’s all I can tell you.”

“And why should I trust you? What’s stopping me from choking the life out of you right now?”

Suddenly it occurs to me—the reason she was the one to visit and set me on this path. Reaching into my jacket, I pull the fabric she asked me to keep with me. In my outstretched hand I offer up the vermillion ribbon. All that animosity washes off him, replaced by weary heartache. Almost reverently, he accepts my gift.

“Where did you get this?” he murmurs, not quite understanding his own reaction.

“You’ll find out soon enough.”

His green eyes scan me over once again. “You’re not from here, are you.”

I shrug with a meek smile.

“You know I can’t back down from this war, right? I will defeat them when the time comes.”

“You do what you need to do,” I say. My feet carry me towards the edge of the cliff. “May your heart be your guiding key.”

What I said stuns him. “What did you—?!”

Marluxia’s question can’t be answered now. I take that last step off the edge landing on the glider that carries me down to the waiting warriors of light below. I can’t fight the smile on my face, having succeeded in my mission, averted a crisis, and set everything back on the right path.

“You guys okay?” I ask as my feet hit the ground.

“What happened?” Kairi asks.

Riku has some idea. “What did you do?”

“I just…had a heart-to-heart.”

“With Marluxia?” Sora is full of skepticism.

“Yep.” I let the smile slip. “But don’t let that fool you. He’s still just as much of a threat as he was before. Do not take him lightly.”

“How did you do that?” Donald scratches his head.

“I can’t tell you.”

His feathers ruffle. “You and your secrets.”

Mickey isn’t quite as bothered. “We’d better report back to Ienzo and let him know that the Heartless is gone.”

Sora looks to me. “And we better get back to Jack and make sure he’s not still stranded on that island.”

I’m not quite prepared for this. My time here was always meant to be limited but getting to know these people in this time is a memory I’ll always keep close to my heart. It’s really made me come to appreciate who they are.

Still, it takes me a moment to get the words out. “Actually, I think it’s time for me to go.”

Surprise crosses all their face.

“Huh? Where to?” asks Sora.

“Home.” A laugh escapes me. “My dad is probably waiting for me to tell him all about this.”

A hand passes through his hair as he considers the non-existent options. “You’re from Destiny Islands right? We could probably make a pitstop there if you wanna see him.”

“It’s a bit more complicated than that.” From my pocket, I produce a star-shaped gem.

Mickey immediately recognizes the item. “That’s a star shard!”

“Yep. There’s a detour I gotta make if I want to actually get home.”

“So when are you coming back?” I knew that question would pop up, but I don’t know if it’s more or less painful that it’s Sora who asks.

“It’s gonna be a long time,” I answer honestly. “You’ll probably have forgotten me by the time we meet again and you may not recognize me.” I offer a hand in the face of his confusion. “But we will meet again. Trust me.”

The parting sadness in his eyes brightens, a small hint of happiness coming through.

“Alright.”

Sora takes my hand and I pull him into my arms. With a hearty pat, I step away from him and bid the rest goodbye in turn. The star shard in my hand begins to glow as I send it the thoughts of my destination. Memories of my time here swell in my heart. Muscles in my cheeks hurt from all the smiles, but I don’t even care.

“See you guys.” The next words slip from my mouth before I can even think about it. “Bye dad, I love you.”

Oh I messed up. It feels like the everything stops and I wait for the worlds to end.

Instead, Riku points at me with accusation. “I KNEW IT!”

Sora, himself, is confused out of his mind. “Wait, what?!”

Kairi puts a hand on his shoulder. “Sora, that’s your—"

“WELL!” I interrupt loudly. “I’ve overstayed my welcome and Wilbur’s parents are gonna kill him if I don’t get his ship back! Bye!”

Before the star shard takes me away, I hear Sora’s voice.

“Bye, I love you too!”

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