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[thewintersoldierdisaster]

a cutie little barzal family moment because @youunravelme came to nyc and shared the headcanon with me 🥰

getting into the city looks a lot different with two kids, but you and mat love to do it as much as possible to expose talia and max to culture and make them comfortable with the city atmosphere

this trip in, a few weekends before christmas, is talia’s idea. she’s been begging to see the jellycat cafe at fao schwartz and finally mat has a saturday off that will work. so you bundle the kids up into the car and toss the stroller in last minute, packing snacks and toys in case the traffic is bad

the entire drive talia chatters about her jellycats, an obsession since nadia and mike had sent her the hockey puck one from canada. liana helps the collection by sending ones from london and even taking one on a “day in her life” and sending you the video to show talia.

luckily, you make it into the city pretty quickly, parking in an icon lot on 56th street and unloading. you strap max into the carrier on your chest, his sweet chubby cheeks squished against your chest and his eyes fluttering shut from the warmth and the car ride. if he naps, he naps. you’re not overly pressed about it

talia skips along at mat’s side, swinging his hand and chattering about her list for santa. mat’s face is in a broad smile, eyes twinkling as she chatters. you follow along behind them, pushing the stroller because you know talia’s going to get tired eventually and she’ll want to sit down. for now, the seat belongs to talia’s american girl doll and max’s diaper bag.

the weather is gorgeous, sunny and a little cold, but perfect for walking up 5th avenue and seeing the decorated windows. you snap a million pictures in front of the tree, swapping phones with another mother so she can take a picture of the four of you and you can take a picture of her family

“mommy, let’s do a selfie,” talia tugs at your sleeve and you and mat squat down to get your faces into frame. mat presses a sloppy kiss to talia’s cheek for one of the pictures and makes her squeal with a laugh

by the time you get to fao schwartz, mat starts to get concerned, brows furrowing when he sees the crowd control ropes and long lines. “this isn’t for the toy store, right?” he asks you in a low murmur.

“sorry, babe,” you pat his arm. “this is all for the cafe”

“oh god,” he groans, but rearranges his face into a smile when talia squeals with excitement and starts bouncing in place. “okay,” he mutters, “all for t, it’s all for t”

you get in line, max waking up and baby talking at you and talia at your side playing with her doll. after about fifteen minutes on line, your shoulders start to scream at you and you need to swap with mat so he can take max and the carrier on his chest. max is thrilled to be with his dada, slapping excited hands on mat’s cheeks and chin.

another half an hour on the line and you’re really regretting being the kinds of parents that will do anything for their kids. talia is fading and getting cranky, but you know if she misses the cafe, she’ll be furious, so you strap her into the stroller and tell mat you’re going for snacks and drinks.

talia ends up napping for a little bit while you find the nearest starbucks and get mat a black coffee, yourself a peppermint mocha, and talia a hot chocolate. she’s perked up when she gets her drink and cake pop and an hour and a half later, when you finally get into the cafe, she’s perked back up

it’s silly and if you didn’t have talia, you certainly wouldn’t have paid for it, but she loves the experience. being held on mat’s hip so she can see the worker put her stuffed pancake into the pan and then the special box, she beams hugely and makes sure max is looking too, telling him, “look, maxsy, it’s a pancake! like mommy makes, you like pancakes. and that’s your bagel - see?”

the bagel was your pick since it’s an exclusive to the nyc store. max can’t pick on his own so that’s your mother’s prerogative.

max giggles and taps at the glass, as excited as the six month old gets about anything.

on the way back to the car, talia keeps looking into the bag and sighing happily. “mommy, daddy, this is the bestest day ever!”

mat grins at you and you grin back, happy to have made another memory for her. and now you’re more excited than ever to bring her to the american girl cafe 🥰

[nicktremblaywayfu]

From the two reagents of the Sinyala Facility, presenting

The second Outlast Trials Anniversary Art Collab event 2025!

Hosted by @nicktremblaywayfu

Co-hosted and facilitated by: VostokLucini

First of all, what is the Outlast Trials Anniversary Art Collab event? As the name implies, this event will be an art collaboration from Outlast fans to celebrate Outlast Trials' first release anniversary! This was started last year, celebrating Outlast Trials' Early Access Anniversary. And now, back in for celebrating Outlast Trials first full release anniversary

[REGISTRATION IS CLOSED NOW! THANK YOU FOR YOUR ENTHUSIASM.

Event Schedule:

19 January - 2 February: Enrollment

3 February - 2 March: Drawing Phase

17 February: First check-into to make sure every participant is in progress (if there is any postponement, do let us know)

24 February: Second check-in In this phase, if you are not able to draw the canon character you choose, a pinch hitter/substitute will be picked

5 March: Posting time!

The timezone will be used in WIB. However, I will make sure the zine will be posted on 5 March, Canada Time.

Art Guide:

The size of the canvas should be 2480 x 3508 pixels portrait (A4 size)

Make sure it is colored with minimum bust-up (Half-body and full-body are encouraged). The characters will have a party theme and accessories, such as cake, party hat, confetti, party horn, etc. Sketch or WIP as submission will NOT be accepted.

The theme will be how the character celebrates the anniversary. You can make it as a full illustration or a character with a party accessory on a simple background.

Traditional Artists are welcome! You can directly draw it on A4 paper or in any size of paper, and then we will crop and adjust it. As for the background, feel free to contact us for help in editing.

Once it’s finished, post it in our discord in the #final-posting-anniv channel

You are not allowed to post your finished art in other social media until the final result is posted. A cropped sneak peek, however, is allowed.

One art page should only contain one character. You can, however, put your Reagent OCS celebration on one page.

Event guide:

You will draw the characters you have picked. Prime Assets, Ex-pops, Reagents, Denizens) and make sure it’s SFW.

The canon characters will be "first come, first serve" however, you can draw additional characters. Please make sure any additional character does not take the spotlight!

To ensure it may be enjoyed by everyone, please refrain from adding shipping elements in the artwork (especially if you add additional characters).

You can also draw just your reagents. There's no limit on reagents if you would like to submit multiple! Give yourself a reasonable workload within the timeframe.

OCs are only allowed for reagents.

After all the art is submitted, it will be collected as a digital, free zine. Every participant will get the file and the digital zine will be available for the public to see

You can print the zine on your own. However, selling it as fan merchandise is STRICTLY PROHIBITTED. Any commercial distribution is forbidden.

The result will be posted on social media with each artist’s credit and shown to Red Barrels. We will also send the digital zine through their email so make sure you give the best of your artwork.

General Rule:

No AI Gen or any stolen media allowed. The participant will be banned and blacklisted. Tracing stolen artwork is also forbidden.

No racism, homophobia, transphobia, sexism, or any form of hate speech is allowed. Bullying/harassment in any form will not be tolerated.

Please ensure you can meet the deadline of the event. This is very important to prevent a participant from only being able to submit a Sketch WIP on the final day and possibly hindering the event.

If there are any further questions, contact me on Tumblr or VostokLucini on discord

See you at the event!

-Cheers, Alvin and Voss 💖

[slut4celebs]

Birthday Girl

Olivia Rodrigo x Reader

Word Count: 1,105

Trigger Warnings: flirting, a bunchhhh of fluff

Synopsis: It's Olivia's birthday, and the reader helps throw a surprise party to celebrate her girlfriend. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO OLIVIA RODRIGO. <3

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(Y/n) was a bit exhausted, but it was all worth it. She had been in touch with three people the weekend before Olivia's birthday, trying to get the party set up: Conan, Iris, and Madison. She had got the venue set up, and they were all a part of the plan. Conan was going to take Olivia to this 'hip, new club' where Iris was going to meet them. What Olivia didn't know was that Madison was picking up (Y/n) at the airport since she was currently in Vancouver, filming a movie. Thankfully, she managed to get a couple of days off to spend with Olivia. She just had to give up Valentine's Day, settling on sending gifts and a card and spending an hour on a call with Olivia instead of being there with her in person. She wouldn't complain though, she was grateful to be able to throw this party for Olivia.

When she arrived at LAX, she almost squealed when she saw Madison. "I just have a couple of gifts to pick up at my mom's house. She wrapped the gifts I got for Olivia. She also picked up the cake for us. The picture she sent looks perfect. It's Twilight-themed." She said, knowing her mom was also going to want to see her for a small amount of time. Two birds, one stone, and Madison was okay with helping a friend out. "Thank you so much for picking me up and helping me with this party. Who all RSVPed? Did Conan or Iris let you know?" She asked, excitement bubbling in her chest. She was ecstatic about this party. She loved having the chance to celebrate her girlfriend, and she knew Olivia would be happy to be surrounded by the people she loved.

"I know for a fact Tate and Laroi will be there, Jenna, Gracie, Joe Locke…" She trailed off from the list. "Pretty much every one of her close friends. She's probably going to be most excited to see you though." Madison gently nudged the girl beside her with a wink as she pulled up to the address that she was given. "She misses you a lot, you know? Every time we've been out since you've been gone, she goes on and on about the selfies and little texts she receives from you."

Picking up the gifts and cake from her mom didn't take too long. It was thankfully just a couple of hugs and a birthday gift for Olivia from her mom. She put them all in the car while Madison carried the cake. They got in the car and headed to set up the venue. A few people arrived early to help, which (Y/n) was grateful for. Tate, upon seeing her, pulled her into a big hug, asking how Canada was. The two of them chatted as they continued to decorate when eventually (Y/n) received a text that Olivia was coming soon. She grinned when he also sent his location, meaning she'd be able to see where they were better.

"Hey," Iris came in cheerily with some gifts and some more Twilight decorations that (Y/n) asked for. The two hugged and put the finishing touches on the venue when (Y/n) checked her phone to see if they were coming. "(Y/n) go light the candles and hide." she ushered Olivia's girlfriend from the room. (Y/n) did as she was told, and went to the kitchen area that was used as a makeshift bar for alcohol and some finger foods. There was a sound of cheers and everyone started to sing Happy Birthday. (Y/n) took this as her cue and headed out to sing with the others. When Olivia made eye contact with her, her eyes lit up.

(Y/n) was grateful to see Conan recording the whole thing as she made her way to Olivia. She wanted that video in her camera roll and added it to her favorites because Olivia looked so happy and beautiful. She was so excited as the song ended and she blew out the candles. "Seeing you was all I wished for today." She said softly as Tate took the cake and Olivia was able to kiss her deeply. There was more applause as (Y/n) pulled her in close. "Thank you for all of this." Olivia knew that this was all (Y/n) because it screamed (Y/n) in the little details that she knew Olivia would like.

"Olivia, I would do anything for you. Happy twenty-second birthday, my love. You deserve the absolute world and more." She told her as she gently went to the back to pull out some drinks for everyone, kissing Olivia when she handed her the Buzz Ball. Olivia smiled into the kiss as she started talking to her friends. After a plethora of pictures were taken, several gifts were opened, and many hugs goodbye, it was eventually just Conan, Tate, Iris, Madison, and (Y/n).

(Y/n) slung an arm around her girlfriend's shoulder, pressing a kiss to her temple. "How did you enjoy the party?" She asked before she and the others slowly took down the décor. Olivia couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with happiness, her heart swelling, watching as her girlfriend put away the cake in a take-out box.

"This has been one of my best parties yet. Thank you again. Thank you so, so much. And thank you all for being here." Olivia said, hugging her friends and helping by putting some of the gifts in a bigger box that (Y/n) brought for them to go in. She knew after the party, that Conan would be taking them back to their apartment. So, she made sure it would only take a couple of trips. She didn't want Conan to have to wait too long for them (even though he'd be quick to help them out). "I just honestly can't believe you're here. You always know what I want and what I need. I am so grateful to have you in my life."

(Y/n) turned back to her as they all carried the items to Conan's vehicle. "Olivia, like I said, I would do anything for you. You mean the absolute world to me. I wanted to do something special for your birthday. I had been planning this birthday party for months. I've been so excited. I love making you smile. You deserved this birthday gift, sweetheart. You deserve every good thing that this world has to offer." She finished, kissing her again as they finished up and got in the car to leave. Olivia sat in the back, resting her head on (Y/n)'s shoulder as they were driven home.

[tarotphil]

titronto recap!! spoilers below the cut !!

before I get into I just want send the biggest good vibes to all of the Americans out there, and also everyone else feeling really discouraged about the election. ily, take care of yourselves <3

- we all did the hot to go dance together during the pre show playlist

- everyone dressed so to theme it was so crazy seeing the streets of toronto filled up with phannies it was lovely

- dan started the show by saying he was glad they were in Canada instead of America that night :,))

- phil said he was gonna be extra annoying bc he had 3 birthday cake flavoured timbits before the show

- someone threw a trans flag down from a balcony at one point it was so good

- phil accidentally slipped up and called us “phersons” at one point and they both laughed about it. we are phersons thank you 🫶

- our random talking point was “moose” but the boys weren’t sure if we actually said “goose” so the topic was “meese”

- lawyer dan wrote erotica about tim bits. at some point whoever was typing backstage changed that answer to “phim phits”

- when giving the traits of real Phil, the audience was obviously made up of Phillies and we were just clapping for him until the card that said “loves capitalism” and then it went a little silent and people started doing this 👎👎 and dan was like. “we got him boys. we got him”

- we ended up killing real dan and linguist phil

- dan verbally called out someone videoing or taking photos with their phone fhsj

- idk if he does this every show but dan said “I’m just a girl’ at one point and me and my friend went crazy

- while they were boxing and doing their trash talk and dan was like “scared?” And phil said “just scared of my life without you after I kill you” Iris and I were both like. ��🫢 so what do you mean by that

- stage manager cleaning up the boxing while they monologue. hey 🫶🫶 you are my hero 🫶🫶

general thoughts!!! phil is so beautiful. He is so so beautiful. every time he looked up at us me and Iris felt a little faint. dan and is also gorgeous oh my god. he’s also so kinetic and he moves around doing weird poses the whole time

their chemistry is so good!! like the comedic timing and the way they play off each other. all of it sounded very natural, I couldn’t really tell what was improv or scripted for a lot of the show

when sister daniel came out iris and i lost capability to speak. like wdym. she is so beautiful in person

@aterribleinfluence + Hayley @sisterdaniels @kettle-on it was so so nice meeting you!! and it was great handing bracelets out to people that was so cute. mwah mwah mwah

[vinelark]

in return for the fic recs i got last month, here are a few fics i read recently that i want to absolutely yell about from the rooftops:

Iron, Fire, Mirror-Glass by PurpleSoot: an early batman days AU where, while slowly healing from a spine-shattering injury, bruce finds an old book about the fae. in a fit of desperation he attempts a Summoning to try to heal his spine. enter: robin.

this story is fantastic—the kind of longfic with a plot so good and satisfying that finishing it leaves you on a reading high for at least a week. one of the best early days bruce fics i’ve ever read, with honorable mentions to excellent alfred and clark and jim and selina characterizations—but robin (dick) really takes the cake here. the balance of chilling, otherworldly, not-quite-human vs. playful, earnest, Still Just a Child…chef’s kiss. the way robin’s character arc drags bruce kicking and screaming through his own emotional growth is so well-paced and well-wrought that i already want to reread just so i can experience it again. this is one of those god-tier longfics that i can’t believe i got to read for free on the internet.

mid-reading testimonial:

The Lone Ranger Never Had to Deal with Bruce Wayne by @theskeptileptic: a tim-joins-the-family-early fic in which tim decides to do everyone (his parents) a solid by faking his own death and running away to canada, except his weirdo neighbor bruce wayne keeps butting in and messing up his plans.

this is one of the rare stories where tim doesn’t know batman’s identity yet, and even rarer stories where that somehow makes the whole thing even more compelling. this fic has two of my favorite things: small, lonely, moderately unhinged tim drake pov, and really good pangs—pangs that are expertly teased out through flashbacks that add context to the present action at exactly the right moments. also, a very fun cameo near the end. i had a blast reading this one, physically clutched my chest more than once, and am already looking forward to rereading.

mid-reading testimonial (feat. @cairoscene):

equivalent exchange by scribblemetimbers (wip): an au set during tim’s robin days in which tim discovers 1) crossroads demons are a thing and 2) people can make deals with them. deals that include bringing people back from the dead, so long as you’re willing to pay the price with your own life.

this fic is so…🤌‼️ it feels like everything i want in a fic so far, down to two incredibly specific concepts i love (bruce, in his grief, saying something harsh to robin!tim with disastrous consequences later + tim making a big secret sacrifice gambit) which are both done so so well, within a larger plot that is also done so so well. the way this fic cuts in and out of scenes at the exact right moments for max tension feels like a masterclass in causing me to tear my hair out (in the best way), and instead of assorted pangs reading it is just one big Pang. it currently leaves off on an agonizing cliffhanger but, again, in the best way. highly recommend. (thank you again @owlbats for the rec!)

exchange between me and my friend after i sent the link, which about sums it up:

and to cut this angst with some humor:

IRIS Log #1548 by @deadchannelradio: a night on patrol as recorded by the bats’ audio logs, centering around red hood getting flung into a ditch and everyone, eventually, getting home safe.

one of the top ten funniest things i’ve ever read—spiritually up there with send to all (and if you’ve seen my fic rec tag you’ll know what a compliment that is). this makes use of the audio log format SO well. the dialogue shines, the jokes land with excellent timing, and it moves at such a clip that it’s pretty much impossible to stop reading once you’ve started. every character shines in this, and i’ve randomly choked on laughter remembering the phrase ‘good god he got thrown like a corn hole beanbag’ like twenty times in the past few weeks.

mid-reading testimonial:

[argumate]

I’ll use an analogy. Imagine if GDP is a layered cake, like a wedding cake. You can add layers to it, and that’s GDP growth. You then slice the cake and give it to your wedding guests, and those slices are called per capita GDP. If you add layers, people can get more cake, higher per capita GDP. If you add more people, but don’t add any layers, everybody gets less cake, lower per capita GDP.

To reiterate: GDP growth is adding layers to the cake, and population and population increase is inviting more wedding guests. Savvy? Okay, now check this out: Canada is inviting a shit ton more guests, and not adding a lot of layers to the cake, so the wedding guests get less cake. Canada’s per capita GDP has been falling since the immigration floodgates opened. In the third quarter of 2024, per capita GDP fell 0.4%, which was the sixth consecutive quarterly decline. That is not good. In economic terms: line should go up, not down. Line goes down once? Maybe you can recover. Line goes down twice? Looks like trouble. Line goes down six fiscal quarters in a row? Oh that is not good. No good at all. Bad. Wages and salaries also down, not up. Also bad.

Okay, what about unemployment? Unemployment is up. But unemployment is a bad stat. In economic terms: line should go down, not up. Household debt is up, not down. Food bank visits are up, that’s something that should also go down. The things you want up are down, and the things you want down are up.

Actually, I’ve been sending you these stats about Canada, and you haven’t said they’re wrong or looked for alternative stats that might support your case, you just ignore them. By any measurable criteria for standard of living, Canada is getting worse, and it is largely because of the corpulent mass of brown sludge that has been imported by the government.

The funniest possible take is your old take, which you have now conceded is wrong, and I thank you for that, that you can reduce every facet of the economy and life experience to immigration rate, and it is the only factor, that more immigration = better economy no matter what

I literally just said that immigration is not the only factor that affects an economy (I mean how could it be? productivity growth and housing policy and monetary policy and institutional structure and rafts of other factors are going to affect it) you racist sack of shit, so go fuck yourself, thank you.

[existential-life-crisis]

Happy birthday @wrongcaitlyn (and Percy)! Here's a little token of appreciation for your dedication to the fic and amazing writing. I will be doing more fanart at some point (not sure when tho) hopefully of better quality because I low key ran out of time on this, this is the first time im drawing most of these characters and am still getting used to digital art lol. I definitely underestimated how long it would take to draw 9 people. The cake is vanilla btw ;)

Also you're more than welcome to use my username for the fic :D

Just incase its unclear:

Apollo's Tshirt - delphi records logo I made (literally just a record with the symbol of delphi in the middle. Creative I know)

Kayla's Tshirt - USA archery (USA crossed out to say Canada)

Nico's Tshirt - a misprint of his tour shirt (all readable dates are infact accurate at least roughly)

Leo's Tshirt - unreadable but its star wars

Shel's Tshirt - superache by conan grey (the shirt we first see her in is the Nico tour one which she probably wouldnt wear around him so I picked a similar artist instead)

Fun fact about the art -

Austin is playing careless whisper (probably for the 3rd time) and the notes written are accurate! (to what google said anyway)

Credits for inspo -

@delicate-sketch - nico specifically (their curly hair guide is a god send i swear)

@/aqua.en.llamas on insta - will

@mariartesz_doodles on insta - piper

The cake I saw on pintrest but a lot of people have done it on there, not sure who the original was.

[cakesexuality]

I'm feeling sad so I'm doing a bonus poll that's gonna overlap with my other polls but oh well

[thegiftportal]

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[aphetaliamessages]

What are the countries thankful for?

America: FAACES fam, Tony and Mr. Whale, his Uncle Scotty, his Baby Uncle Sealand, and the Awesome Trio. And Russia's muscles 😤

Canada: For Gilbert, who finally noticed him

England: For all his sons even though they enjoy annoying him. His daughter, Seychelles. His brothers, too, maybe. And "I guess frogs for being tasty."

France: Makeup, cheese, wine, bread, cake, England, the BTT, ~England~, his kiddos, his sister, ghosts, labour unions, pretty dresses, pretty suits, his cat, the Pierres, tsundere compliments from England, love stories, his hair, roses, love songs, frilly curtains—

Russia: Alfie, his sisters, snow, sunshine, nature in general, little fluffy animals, sunflowers, borscht, vodka, and Christmas

Italy: Pasta, his friend Japan, pizza, pasta, nice clothes, siestas, Germany, linguine—that's a pasta, naked siestas, naked Germany, ravioli, his brothers, and cats!

Romano: Tomatoes. And churros 🤔

Spain: Definitely VERY thankful for his Lovito

Germany: Italy. Japan and Gilbert, too. And cake. Not just Italy. Other things as well. Ahem. Like wurst.

Prussia: His brother, his besties, Gilbird (his favourite wingman), Mattie, Mattie's hair, Mattie's ass, Mattie's dick, Mattie's thighs, Mattie in comfy sweaters, Mattie in a crop top, Mattie with no shirt, Mattie with no pants, pancakes, Mattie's pancakes (not a euphemism), Mattie's pancakes (as a euphemism), how excited Mattie gets over hockey, Mattie's singing voice, Mattie's blush, Mattie's smile, aaaand beer

Austria: The familiar scent of his piano, the smell of edelweiss in the summer, orchestral performances on YouTube, and not being invited to Alfred's Thanksgiving party

Hungary: Austria. Austria in a frilly dress. Austria playing piano. Austria eating wurst. Austria in a tight dress. Austria in her bed. Austria—

China: Peace and quiet, Hong Kong speaking Chinese even if it's the wrong one, buffets, Hello Kitty, and Mickey Mouse

and Rommy

Japan: Cherry blossoms, green tea Pocky, Hatsune Miku, anime, dogs, cats, Greece, Germany and Italy, his weird big family, Animal Crossing, America's promise to beat up anyone who bullies him, Ao3 and Pixiv

Hong Kong: Hip hop, when Bàba approves, when Dad disapproves, the word "yo," wearing hats backwards, white boys with puffins (well there's only one), dumplings, and unrestricted internet access!

Send an ask if you want more characters! — Mod England 🎸

[girlylukehughes]

lake house takeover

ethan edwards x zegras!reader

ynzegras just posted!

liked by jackhughes and 726,814 others

ynzegras: summer on film! (shout out to jack and quinn for letting me steal your house for the last two weeks of august! i love you guys!)

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jackhughes: you're welcome! at least it was spotless when we got back unlike when i let someone else, *cough trevorzegras cough*, have it for two days.

^ynzegras: yeah he still can't work the dishwasher in his apartment jamie calls me just so we can laugh at him

^^trevorzegras: i hate you both.

trevorzegras: literally who's birthday was it

^ynzegras: no one's we just wanted cake

_quinnhughes: why didn't you have this camera for the first half of summer?

^ynzegras: i did i just wanted to keep my film for the girls trip!

^^lhughes06: lame 👎🏻

edwards.73: we need the film cam when you take media pics

^markestapa: i agree

^^dylanduke25: me too

^^^lucafantilli: me three

^^^^ynzegras: it'll be there

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ynzegras: full summer dump!

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trevorzegras: WHO IS THAT

trevorzegras: YN WHO THE FUCK IS THAT

^ynsegras: shhhhhhh

^^trevorzegras: WHAT

lhughes06: oh you're bold for this one

^ynzegras: it's an arm🤷🏻‍♀️ he can't work a dishwasher i doubt he can go all fbi with an arm

mackie.samo: i still swear on everything a fish bit me that night.

edwards.73: markestapa mackie.samo we look so good here

^markestapa: we so do

^^mackie.samo: we really do

^^^ynzegras: i agree

^^^^trevorzegras: WHAT IS THIS

colecaufield: miss you baby z!

^ynzegras: miss you too!

_alexturcotte: literally how did you get that picture

^ynzegras: im the one you sent it to while you were wasted😭

_quinnhughes: i miss that coconut

^jackhughes: they were so good

lhughes06: out of all the pics you took that has to be the worst one of me and gavin.

^g.brindley4: i honestly don't remember taking that.

^^ynhughes: it's the only one that not blurry 😐

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ynzegras: well you know what they say!

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lhughes06: and what if i send this to her brother

^ynzegras: luke hughes if you so dare i will get my happy ass on a flight to nj and use the spare key jack gave me to beat your ass

^^lhughes06: you're broke how are you gonna get a flight

^^^ynzegras: trevor's still logged into american airlines on my phone it'll charge him

^^^^lhughes06:....currently replacing the locks

trevorzegras: hmmmmm

^ynzegras: go away

dylanduke25: a cowboy is a man, typically one on horseback, who herds and tends cattle, especially in the western US and as represented in westerns and novels.

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trevorzegras: luke you were supposed to make sure this DIDNT happen.

^ynzegras: funny story... me and ethan met BEFORE umich. we traded snaps when we were seniors in high school

^^trevorzegras: WHAT

^^^lhughes06: WHAT

^^^^markestapa: WHAT

^^^^^ynzegras: trevorzegras remember when you LEFT ME at that mall in canada? when i said i got an uber i lied, i met ethan and he drove me back to the airbnb

edwards.73: you're so pretty

^ynzegras: mwah mwah mwah

colecaufield: baby z pulls?

^ynzegras: i do!

user61: puck bunny

^ynzegras: fangirls when my first and only boyfriend plays hockey

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[the-blind-assassin-12]

Change of Plans

A/N: Although I am SEVERAL days late at this point, this is a gift for @something-tofightfor - HAPPY BIRTHDAY, RACHAEL! I hope your day was all that you wanted it to be, and that this year is the best fucking one yet. I so badly wanted this to be done in time, but you know me. Anywho, I love your guts and I hope you enjoy this chaotic little cake I whipped up with the help of one of your favorite cowboys.

Word count: 4k

Warnings: listen, don't do what Reader does here. Other than that... just some language. It's very tame. But don't do it.

Summary: Jack is there on business. You're there for pleasure.

He noticed you right away. 

Sitting in the waiting area near gate A-7, right leg crossed over your left and an open book in one hand, you caught his eye -

Well hello, gorgeous.

- and he had to repeatedly free his focus from your direction, reminding himself why he was at the airport in the first place. 

Damn it, Agent, you’ve got a job to do.

You turned the page of the book you were reading, letting out a sigh and stretching your neck, and Jack adjusted his position on the barstool he occupied so that he was forced to change his line of sight. He cleared his throat, lifting his glass to his lips and taking a sip. The bold, smoky flavor of the deep amber whiskey coated his tongue, and by the time he swallowed he was back on his task. 

He’d been sent to locate and detain a known associate of a crime boss that Statesman was attempting to bring down. Intel gathered from Agents assigned to the case suggested that the associate - a mid level player who occasionally dealt in black market weapons - would be traveling through Louisville on his way to meet with the mysterious and nefarious man they knew only as The Gatekeeper. The current theory was that The Gatekeeper was operating out of San Francisco - or more specifically, out of a secret underwater lair that was built into one of the foundational structures of the Golden Gate Bridge, hence his nickname. But Statesman had been unable to confirm that yet. Catching up with the Gatekeeper’s gun runner was their best bet when it came to pinning down his location for sure, and since he had the most experience with facial recognition and planting trackers, the assignment had gone to Agent Whiskey. 

So let’s find this shit kicker and get on with it so I can get on with… He resisted the urge to turn back in your direction. 

Setting his glass down on the cork coaster it was served to him on, he brought his newly emptied hand up to tap the arm of his gold wire glasses. At the touch of his fingertip, the stealth lens screens activated, and he used them to scan the faces of the people moving through the terminal. So far none had hit as a match for the Gatekeeper’s associate, but since the man was clever enough to book himself tickets on multiple flights that day to make it harder for anyone who might be looking to follow him, Jack had to keep checking until he either found his target or the last of those flights had taken off. 

I’ll find him. Soon as he shows up I’ll- 

But Jack didn’t even need to finish the thought, because his lenses detected the person he’d been waiting for before he could. Just as he was about to get up from his seat and position himself to intercept his target, though, he saw something else flash across his lenses. 

Mission directive has changed. Do not detain. Intel from Kingsman suggests associate may also be working with Golden Circle remnants in Canada. New directive is only to place the tracker and not to pursue until we know for sure who he is meeting. Agents in Vancouver and San Francisco have been put on alert and will be activated as needed. 

Jack blinked twice to acknowledge Ginger’s message, then used the movement of his eyes to send a question in response. 

Received. Return to HQ? 

He had his jet on standby there at the airport in the event that he needed to abscond with The Gatekeeper’s man, and he assumed that since that was no longer necessary, Champ and Ginger would want him to come back and await further information. Keeping one eye on his target, he used the other to read the new message that flashed across his lens, finding it to be a surprise. 

Negative. Don’t want to risk the chance of counter tracking. Take the Pony somewhere for a few days first. Vegas or Denver are preferable but Mexico City is also available. 

Well, shoot. Looks like I’m takin’ a vacation. My favorite kind of mission. 

Ginger had listed cities where Statesman owned properties that were reserved for off duty use - for when Agents had to lay low for a while, or for when they needed a safe place to recover from injuries sustained in the line of duty. There were several more located around the world, but judging by the selection that was presented to him, they wanted him to stay close enough to either have him back in Kentucky in a matter of hours, or send him to California or British Columbia in a pinch when the intel on who the associate was meeting with came back. 

Received. Target inbound. Contact when directive complete. 

With that, he lifted his finger up to tap the arm of his glasses once more, the screens deactivating so that he could remove them, folding them for safe storage in the inner pocket of his jacket. In a turn of luck, his mark headed straight for the bar he was seated at and sat down two stools over. He showed no signs of having made Jack for a secret operative, not even bothering to look in his direction as he ordered a drink from the bartender. 

Perfect. 

Jack’s grin was imperceptible as he used his thumb and pointer finger to pull one of the small “buttons” from the cuff of his jacket sleeve. Flattening it with a tight pinch, he dropped the bio-tracker into his own beverage and watched as it dissolved into the liquid. It finished just as the bartender placed a rocks glass of whiskey on a coaster in front of Jack’s target. He waited for the other man to take a sip, and then he closed the distance, scooting over one stool so that he was right next to him, and then he greeted the man with a jovial tone. 

“Did my ears deceive me just now, or did I hear you order the Statesman 12 year, my friend?” Jack pointed to the other man’s glass while holding his own. 

The other man turned to face Jack, a semi-scowl on his face, his annoyance over being addressed by a seemingly drunken stranger as a “friend” clearly written in gray-green eyes. “What?” He glanced down at Jack’s glass and then at his own. “Oh.” He grunted and gave Jack a nod before taking another sip of his drink. “Yeah. You drinking the same, I take it?” He arched one eyebrow and turned back to face the television screen behind the bar without waiting for the answer to the question he’d just asked. 

“Smoothest bourbon there is.” Jack held up his glass, inspecting the contents. To anyone else’s eye - even the man beside him - it would appear as though he were simply appreciating the way the overhead lights streaked through the rich amber liquid. In truth, he was making sure that the button-turned-tracker had been completely infused into the drink. Seeing that it was, he glanced over and caught his mark with his own glass midway to his lips once more.

Slow down there, son, leave some for our toast. 

Reaching for the man’s elbow, he stopped him from draining the last of his beverage. “How about we both raise our glasses to good taste and safe travels?” 

The other man jerked his arm away as though he’d been burned, the motion accompanied by a deeply frustrated sigh. Checking his watch, he rolled his eyes and shook his head at Jack. “Sure Fine. Just make it quick, I have a flight to catch.” 

As he presented his glass for the toast, Jack aggressively clinked the rim of his against it - with just enough force so that some of his drink had sloshed into the other man’s glass without him noticing. “Quick it is. Safe travels.” 

“Uh huh.” The sketch of a scowl was back as the man nodded again, knocking back the remainder of his drink, including the tracker. “Same to you.” With that, he slapped a fifty on the bar and left his empty glass, on his way to whatever gate would take him to whatever scumbag was waiting for him. 

The Gatekeeper or the Golden Circle… or whoever the fuck else. We’ll know soon enough. 

Taking his glasses back out of his pocket, Jack unfolded them and put them back on his face. With a tap of his finger the one-way screens hidden in the lenses activated again, and through a series of blinks and subtle eye movements, he sent confirmation of his mission back to Ginger Ale. 

Tracker planted. Target in motion. 

Before he got a response, though, he was distracted by a voice coming from over his shoulder. “Excuse me? Is anyone sitting there?” 

He turned towards the speaker and his eyes widened, lips lifting into a slight grin when he saw that it was you. 

Hot damn, she’s even prettier up close. 

His grin grew at your sudden, small intake of breath when your eyes met. “All yours.” Using one hand, he pulled the stool out for you as Ginger’s message started to scroll across his field of vision. 

You muttered a thank you as you chewed your lower lip. “You didn’t have to-” 

Well done Agent Whiskey. The tracker is live and we are following its movement. Which location did you select? 

“Now darlin’, what kind of gentleman would I be if I only did what I had to do?” He smiled, covertly answering Ginger’s question. 

Not sure yet. Stay tuned. 

You let out a sound that was almost a laugh, shrugging. “You’d be like most gentlemen I’ve known, I guess.” 

Agent, we need to know- 

Jack brought his hand up and tapped the side of his glasses, closing the communication screen and letting Ginger’s message go unfinished. It wasn’t the first time he’d done it and it wouldn’t be the last. He always eventually got back to her and never made her wait too long. But his focus had been drawn to you all afternoon, and now that you were sitting directly beside him, he wasn’t going to rush the interaction he’d been putting off for hours. 

“Then allow me to introduce to you a different kind.” He reached up and swept his hat from his head, laying it on the bartop, and extended his free hand to you.  “Jack Daniels.” 

–  –  – 

15 Minutes Earlier…

You checked your watch with a sigh, noting that you still had a little under an hour before you’d be called for boarding. 

It’s fine. That means I can start another chapter now. You rolled your eyes. I’ll need a new book for the flight home at this rate, though. 

It was one of those flights that didn’t make sense - with a 4 hour layover in a city that was completely out of the way of your destination. But that was why you’d been able to find tickets for only $48 each way, less than three days out. Things at work had been hectic, and you weren’t sure if you were going to be able to get the time off until the very last minute. So even though it certainly wouldn’t have been your first choice if you’d been able to book it months ago when the trip was first brought up, you were perfectly content to take the unnecessary stopover in Louisville on your way to Las Vegas. 

Doesn’t hurt when the people watching prospects are this interesting, either. 

You glanced over at the nearby bar and the astoundingly attractive man seated there who’d snagged your attention as soon as he arrived. He, like a handful of others in the terminal, wore a dark felted Stetson But unlike most, it suited him. As did his perfectly tailored suit and- 

Oh, fuck, he’s wearing glasses now. And they look damn good on him, too. 

You cleared your throat and forced your thoughts back to your trip and your reason for taking the less than desirable layover. Even though it meant spending hours alone in an airport, you were excited, because it also meant being able to see several of your friends who lived far away, and being able to celebrate your birthday with them. Well, not just your birthday. The trip was meant to be a group celebration to make up for the fact that you hadn’t all been able to get together for a birthday in years. Since there happened to be two of you who had birthdays in January, that was the month that was chosen. But the dates that were settled on had included your actual birthday smack dab in the middle of them, and you were looking forward to having something fun to do with people you missed. 

Which was why you groaned as you read the notification that popped up on your phone regarding the flight status. 

Delayed - Mechanical Issues 

“Fuck.” You muttered under your breath, closing the airline app and tapping your phone screen to open the group chat so you could fill the others in on your situation. Before you finished typing though, your phone vibrated in your hand and a picture popped up of two of your friends - Jess and Maddy - both wearing ear to ear smiles at Harry Reid International, the text from Jess simply reading two words followed by several exclamation marks: We’re here!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

Kayla chimed in next, responding with an emphatic YAY! and sending a screenshot of her GPS, showing that she was just under 2 hours out. Be there so soon! 

Nat still had her phone on airplane mode since she’d only taken off from LAX about an hour earlier, so you didn’t bother waiting for an update from her before you finished typing your own. 

Bad news, my flight out of Louisville is delayed. :( Mechanical issues… No idea when I’ll be there now, but I’ll keep you all posted. 

You sent the message and tucked your phone into the outer pocket of your bag as disappointment set in. As it was, the rest of your friends were already supposed to arrive half a day before you. But now, it was looking like you were going to miss out on the entire first day of the trip. 

Or more. 

Frowning at the thought, you tried not to let yourself get too upset until you had a better idea of your situation. You told yourself that it could be something quick and easy to remedy - maybe you’d only have to wait one more hour. Maybe less. Either way, you decided that since half of the group was already there, it meant that the vacation had unofficially started, and it was time you treated yourself to a drink. 

And if I know Jess and Maddy, they’re doing the same right now. 

You picked up your bag, slinging the strap over your shoulder, and headed towards the bar. It was moderately crowded, only a few stools left vacant scattered here and between other travelers. But as you got closer you noticed that the man you’d caught yourself spending more time watching than any of the others was still seated there - and that the seat beside him had just become empty. 

Perfect timing. 

That confidence lasted only until the man spun at the sound of your voice, and seeing him up close had nearly knocked the breath from your lungs. 

Oh, shit. He’s- 

By the time he’d given you his name along with his hand to shake, you’d noticed things about him that you hadn’t from across the room. Like the flecks of tan and gold that lightened his dark brown eyes, the distinct bow of his upper lip beneath his mustache and how it rested against the plush pillow of the lower one, the way you couldn’t see a stitch of leather on him aside from his boots, but the smell of it - along with bergamot - clung to him and made him even more appealing. 

You swallowed, his warm hand wrapping around yours and squeezing as you managed to tell him your name. “It’s nice to meet you, Jack.” 

Without letting go of your hand or releasing your eyes from the lock his own had on them, he repeated your name back to you, the sound of it making your face grow warm. “Pleasure’s all mine, I promise you.” 

When he winked as he withdrew his hand, you knew you were screwed. You ordered yourself a drink - something local, a bourbon you’d not seen before called Statesman - and Jack, though approving of your choice, simply asked for a glass of water. As you brought the glass to your lips, another thought popped into your head. 

But am I really screwed, though? Because… he seems just as interested as I am. 

Over the next half hour, you and Jack made small talk and subtly flirted in smirks and glances. You asked him what brought him to the airport that day, to which he’d answered: 

“Had some business here earlier. But that’s done, so the rest of my evening is completely free.” 

You shook your head at that, taking another sip of your drink. Damn that’s good. “Don’t you have a flight to catch?” 

At that, he grinned and spread his large hands wide. “Ah, well, that is one of the perks of being my own pilot.” He raised one eyebrow and leaned towards you. “I can leave whenever I choose.” 

Okay, I wasn’t expecting that. That definitely makes him even more attractive somehow, though. 

You mouthed the word wow and let out a stunted laugh as you reached into your bag to retrieve your phone. Some time had passed and you were hoping that there would be another notification about the status of your delayed flight. “That must be nice.” You groaned as you saw that there was nothing new from the airline, and several texts from your friends expressing their dismay over your travel woes. Shaking the phone in your hand, you sighed. “I’m here on a layover that got delayed and the rest of my friends are already in Vegas.” Looking over at him, you wet your lips with your tongue. “I’d love to be able to just… hop in and take off whenever I wanted to.”

–  –  –  

Well, shit. Did she just say Vegas? 

Clearing his throat, Jack reached up to tap the arm of his glasses. Several missed messages came through at once, all from Ginger, but he blinked them away as he spoke. “Well, I know we’ve only just met, and I’m not trying to make any suggestions-” Though I could. “- But I happen to be going to Sin City myself tonight.” He had to contain his grin at the flash in your eyes as he used the nickname for the gambling town. “I’d be more than happy to take you with me.” 

Destination selected. Las Vegas, Nevada, USA. 

You sucked in a breath at his proposition, and though he knew you were likely considering saying no, he hoped you’d say yes. “I… Jack, I couldn’t ask you to-” 

“You’re not. I’m askin’. I’ll show you my license and everything to prove that I’m legit, but darlin’, I wouldn’t offer if I didn’t want to.” He tilted his head towards the window. “No tellin’ how long they’ll need to fix that bird, and if your friends are already there…” He trailed off and shrugged, returning his gaze to you. “My jet is fully fueled and ready to go. I could get you there so you don’t have to miss out too much. More than you already have, I mean.” 

He could practically hear Ginger’s reply when it came through, but he fought the urge to let out a snort as he read it. 

IT’S ABOUT TIME, AGENT. Make sure your friend buckles up. We’ll contact you when you can return to HQ. 

You bit your lower lip again, and he couldn’t help but watch the way your teeth dug into your flesh. “I…” He saw the rest of your protest dissolve the same way the tracker had earlier, your eyes shifting from skeptical to excited until that’s all he saw in them. You laughed, then, lifting your hand and holding up one finger. “Alright. I’ll… yes. I’ll take you up on it. But on one condition.” 

Received. Will await contact. Over. 

Jack reached up to tap his glasses before removing them and stowing them in his pocket. He leaned in closer to you, concentrating on the quirk of your lips and the mixture of impulse and instinct in your eyes. “Let’s hear it.” 

“You let me buy you a drink once we get there.” You said it over the rim of your glass as you finished the last of it, eyes on him as you swallowed. 

An excuse to go out with a beautiful woman? That’s the condition? 

Jack flashed you a smile. “I think those terms are more than agreeable, ma’am.” 

–  –  –  

What the fuck am I doing? 

You half laughed at yourself, but at the same time there was something about Jack that made you feel like you could trust him. You were aware that that could be a danger in and of itself, but your gut told you he was a good man, and you had always felt that you were a good and accurate judge of character. 

How’s it any different from meeting a guy and getting in his car with him? It’s not, really. 

It was, and you knew it was, but you hadn’t been wrong yet. And as much as you wanted to get to Vegas to see your friends, you also found yourself wanting more time to get to know Jack. He was offering you the chance to do both of those things, and even though you were looking for one, you couldn’t find a downside. 

Pulling out your phone, you opened the group chat and sent one text before switching it to airplane mode. 

Change of plans. Met a (really good looking) pilot who was on his way to Vegas and offered me a ride. Sending a screenshot of his license number in case I go missing hahaha. Just kidding. I’ll be fine. See you soon!

You knew what they’d say when they saw your message. 

Jess would likely just send a thumbs up - or possibly a photo of herself giving a thumbs up. 

Maddy would emphasize your message and respond with something like Okay but don’t die! 

Kayla’s message would be a more whimsical reaction like Jesus take the wheel! (Wait do planes have wheels?) or Life is short, take rides from hot pilots when you can with the peace sign emoji. 

And Nat would send advice from several documentaries and podcasts she’d seen or listened to, about what to do if you were being abducted. 

You laughed to yourself again at the entire situation. 

“Alright, Jack.” You hopped down from your stool and picked up your bag. “I’m ready when you are.” 

He stood, taking his hat from the bartop and placing it on his head. “No time like the present.” Running his hands over his clothes, he smoothed out his suit jacket. “Follow me, darlin’. And give me that.” He pointed his chin towards your bag. “I’m a gentleman, remember? Where would my manners be if I let a lady carry her own bags?” 

You shook your head with a smile and handed over your carry-on, leaving you with only your purse. “I don’t know. You’re teaching me about gentlemen, remember?” 

You knew when you saw his eyes darken that you’d made the right call. 

“Oh, sugar. I remember. Few hours to Vegas. Plenty of time for me to teach you things.” With that he started walking and you were left to follow, slightly stunned at the implications in his tone and in his words. 

This is definitely going to be a trip to remember, that’s for sure. 

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[hinacu-arts]

So apparently ive previewed all my secret tunnel series drafts BUT forgot this one so here you go

The opening for the 2012!jonatello fic thats been sitting around since april that i need to finish

Casey decided he no longer liked Canada. From this moment onwards Canada was his worst enemy, the bane of his existence. A shame, truly, that the home of hockey would reject him so. Casey was currently stuck in knee deep mud, lost in the Canadian wilderness.

"Now i can forgive a lot of things, but the bacon! The bacon is toeing the line!" Casey yanked on his boot again, "But this, this takes the cake!" His boot refused to budge. "Stuck in the middle of butt-fuck nowhere, being eaten alive by flies, swimming in my own sweat because its so humid, and i THOUGHT Canada was supposed to be cold by the way-" Casey tried yanking on his other foot, "stuck in some swamp-ass smelling mud, miles away from civilization, where- fuck!" Casey's foot slid out of his boot, which was still securely in the mud. Casey shoved his foot back in before he lost his balance. Then he screamed in anguish up at the treetops. Casey took a deep breath and got back to work.

"'Oh, Casey? Would you go check on Donnie? He refuses to come home.' 'Sure thing, Leo! Ive been looking for a excuse to visit Canada anyways.' Famous last words right there, Casey. Should've sent April, he's more likely to do what she asks anyways." Leo had sent him and his brothers out on solo missions, a few months living underground in a foreign country. Donnie was sent to the Canadian wilderness to lessen his reliance on technology. Leo sent himself to Costa Rica for leadership, Raph to India to find inner peace or something, and Mikey to Australia to learn caution. That last one backfired. Mikey came home with four illegal pets and hasnt dropped the accent he picked up. And Casey still didnt understand how Leo was suppose to learn leadership by being alone. At least Raph's worked out, having mellowed out a lot. But theyd all come home, some later than others, but they still made it. Donnie on the other hand still hasnt come home. Its coming up on two years now since he left. He still sends regular check-ins, so they know he's alive.

"Success!" Casey freed one boot from its muddy prison. "Take that Canada!"