#shed collapse

[lunarcoves]

         it   couldnt   be   happening   ,   she   wouldnt   allow   it   !   he   was   GOLDEN   HONEY   that   everyone   in   town   would   line   up   for   just   a   mere   drop   of   saccharine   sweetness   from   .   he   received      everything   &   everyone      he   ever   wanted   ...   one   would   think   doublet   to   be   ONE   IN   THE   SAME   seeing   as   though   beauty   pageant   queen   herself   was   utmost   spoiled   queen   bee   with   HEART   OF   GOLD   .   except   with   him   ––   with   him   dollette   was   rendered   devastatingly   weak   under   his   influence   ––   a   spell   no   one   has   ever   been   able   to   cast   upon   femme   for   she   was   the   one   ALWAYS   in   charge   of   her   life   ,   her   future   ,   and   her   decisions   .   breath   is   inhaled   sharply   at   close   proximity   ,   one   would   deduce   darling   to   be   holding   breath   for   DEAR   LIFE   from   stillness   exhibited   at   lack   of   space   .   countenance   is   absorbed   with   such   closeness   ––   mole   kissed   by   SERAPHS   from   heavens   above   underneath   tawny   optic   ,   vermillion   border   of   peony   pink   petals   ––   COULD   HE   GET   ANYMORE   PRETTIER   ?   warm   honeyed   hues   will   cast   downward   as   two   are   departing   minuscule   premises   of   bathroom   ,   light   flickering   off   as   only   radiance   that   illuminates   framework   are   dim   -   lit   hall   fixtures   in   the   distance   of   where   bedrooms   reside   .   breath   will   hitch   in   depths   of   esophagus   as   farewells   are   professed   ,   french   tips   on   door   knob   of   own   dwellings   as   raven   locks   are   dancing   in   air   ...   sparkling   hues   holding   obscene   amount   of   DESIRE   it   should   be   criminal   are   settled   upon   male   once   more   .      ❛      goodnight   ,   carter   ahn   .      ❜      and   she   hopes   he   doesnt   notice   it   ––   notice   grip   on   golden   knob   TIGHTENING   at   taste   of   name   on   pink   tongue   ,   petite   physique   quick   to   delve   into   personal   space   as   crown   of   cranium   presses   against   alabaster   tinted   wood   .   SICK   ,   SICK   ,   SICK   !      so   utterly   sick   she   could   jump   into   bed   and   scream   into   pillow   ...   and   so   she   does   !   frame   crashing   anterior   first   onto   blush   pink   silk   fitted   sheets   ,   obsidian   tresses   sprawled   onto   mattress   as   muffled   CRY   FOR   HELP   is   emitted   into   feathers   of   plush   pillow   .   such   cry   is   enough   to   put   damsel   in   distress   to   bed      ;      was   as   if   a   GOOD   cry   one   could   use   every   once   in   a   while   thats   quick   to   induce   languor   .   she   remembers   vividly   what   she   dreamt   about   the   next   morning   ––   an      EPIC   &   SENSATIONAL      rain   kiss   young   starlet   had   only   envisioned   on   television   screen   shared   with   one   and   only   carter   ahn   .   would   mentally   curse   doves   that   sing   melodious   tune   just   outside   dwelling   window   for   awaking   beauty   from   such   HEAVENLY   SLUMBER   .   frame   will   shuffle   out   of   comfort   of   duvet   ,   taffy   colored   socks   with      monkeys   &   bananas      are   stepping   on   wooden   flooring   with   lightest   weight   as   she   passes   threshold   of   own   dwellings   to   settle   delicate   knock   against   mahogany   .      ❛      carter   ?      ❜      one   would   question   what   exactly   CHERUB   was   up   to   and   she   would   respond   ...   she   simply   doesnt   know   !   a   yearning   to   lay   behold   prince   to   subdue   ache   in   center   of   beating   vessel   ––   would   excuse   such   visit   for   check   in   on   lacerations   ,   not   a   bad   excuse   !   @silklinen​

[finalhxaven]

Hi Tifa! Big fan. You know who else is a big fan? Somebody at the Italian senate. Any comments about that whole situation?

☆ "I think. I'm having a wonderful time in Italy. The food is wonderful, wine something I should start selling at my bar. And, as for my newfound stardom..."

A soft sigh. She could have crumbled and felt humiliated, as she did the first night. But all eyes were on her. So deep breath. Raised chin. "It's funny. Everyone talks to me about it, yet no one has ever asked.

Who was with me that night?"

[sunnixsunshine]

TV: The more likely you are to have dinner with your kids, the less likely they are to sm*ke, drink, or do dr*gs.

Me: *never had a proper dinning room much less dinner table growing up, always ate supper on the living room floor or (the majority of the time) in my bedroom alone, nowadays just eats on my bed while parents eat in their bed with only a wall between us all as we watch tv and occasionally comment about something*

Me: Huh. I didn't know I smoked or whatever. Thanks for telling me, tv.

[calsiren]

hi hi hello bestie im obsessed with your mind i want to live there also im snorting your entire blog like a line. godspeed beloved!! mwah

Of course bestie you know I do this all for you < 3

[set-phasers-to-whump]

aftermath

here’s a little thing set right after last night’s episode!! i don’t know if it’s any good or not, please lmk what you think if you want!

It’s late as the Whitly family makes its way out of the house to the sound of police sirens. Several officers move quickly around them, hurrying into the house to apprehend their killer at long last. 

Jessica wraps protective arms around both of her children's shoulders, leading them down the steps to the chaos that is the exterior of the Junkyard Killer’s arrest. Before they even make it to the nearest police car, the officers are emerging from the house, dragging one handcuffed John Watkins with them. Malcolm looks away as they shove him into the car, and it, along with two other cars, drives off. 

The occupants of the remaining car-Powell, Tarmel, Swanson, and Gil-remain behind, as do two ambulances. 

Malcolm, chain still dragging from his ankle, hand wrapped in bloody cloth, clothes filthy and bloodstained, heads for the former, while Jessica ushers Ainsley to one of the latter, which speeds off quickly. 

He comes to a halt in front of them, and for a moment, no one speaks. The silence, surprisingly, is broken by JT.

“Glad you’re okay, man. We were worried about you.” Short and to the point, as always. Malcolm looks up at him, hair hanging over his face, and tries to say, “thanks,” or something similarly short and to the point. Instead, however, he sobs, pushing himself forward and into JT, who doesn’t stumble backwards even a little. His arms come up to wrap gently around Malcolm, and a hesitant hand strokes through his matted hair. 

“It’s okay now,” he says quietly, though it really probably isn’t. “He won’t hurt you, or your family, or anyone else, ever again.”

“I know,” Malcolm whispers, fisting his uninjured hand into the back of JT’s coat. “I know,” he repeats, like he’s trying to convince himself of it.

They remain like that for a moment, until Malcolm remembers that he’s been stabbed, and helpfully points this out by collapsing into JT, mumbling, “almost forgot about that.”

Gil gently grabs Malcolm’s shoulders and spins him around, steadying him when he sways. “Forgot about what?” he asks.

“Got stabbed. ‘While ago,” Malcolm adds. He gestures halfheartedly to his abdomen and his bloodstained clothes. 

Gil doesn’t bother to make any further comments, opting instead to lead Malcolm slowly to the second ambulance. The rest of their little team head back to their car. “We’re gonna stop by the precinct, and then we’ll be right behind you,” Dani promises. “See you soon, Malcolm.” 

“Stay strong, kid,” JT adds. “We’ll be waiting for you.”

Swanson says nothing, then opens her mouth and shuts it again. Finally, she says, “Good work, Bright. You saved a lot of lives tonight.” 

He nods at her says goodbye to the others, before turning around and leaning into Gil, who wraps an arm around Malcolm’s shoulders and helps him the rest of the way to the ambulance. 

The ride to the hospital is spent informing the paramedics of all the drugs Malcolm cannot take, as well as the ones he needs. This is done mostly by Gil, with Malcolm drifting in and out of the conversation, too tired to speak but too full of adrenaline to sleep. 

Once they reach the hospital, Malcolm is immediately taken away to surgery. Gil walks with them as far as he’s allowed, keeping a gentle hold on Malcolm’s uninjured hand the whole time. As they reach the doors, Malcolm tightens his grip on Gil’s hand. 

“You’re gonna be okay,” Gil reassures him. 

“I know,” Malcolm says quietly. 

“I’m proud of you, kid.”

Malcolm smiles softly at that. “Thanks,” he whispers, relinquishing his hold on Gil’s hand as he is pushed through the doors.

It’s only a couple hours, but it feels like it’s been forever when the doctor finally comes out and says, “Family of Malcolm Bright?”

Jessica, Ainsley, Gil, Dani, JT, and Edrisa stand simultaneously. The doctor looks them over. “No more than three at a time, no more than five minutes,” she tells them.

Jessica and a freshly-bandaged, mildly concussed Ainsley go first. In the room, none of them talk. Jessica and Ainsley sit on opposite sides of the bed, and Jessica holds her children’s hands. They have escaped another horrible fragment of Martin Whitly, and for now, that is enough. 

Dani, JT, and Edrisa take their turns together. Malcolm wants to talk about the arrest. JT and Dani launch into a discussion of the latest baseball game instead, talking animatedly, and Edrisa chimes in with interesting facts about crushed digits. Malcolm, for his part, doesn’t talk much, but he doesn’t need to. His team is here. His family is here. He listens to them speak, and he smiles. For just a second, he is okay.

Gil goes last. As soon as the door shuts behind him, Malcolm is crying. He’s learned so much, remembered so much, and all of it hurts. He had tried to kill a man. His father had tried to kill him. His family had nearly died. He had nearly died. He had tried not to think about these things before, but at last, they have forced their way to the front of his mind.

“It hurts,” he whispers, tears still streaking down his face.

“Did they give you anything to numb the pain?”

“Not that. No. It hurts. The things I remember now. What happened to me, what I did. Hurts.”

Gil says nothing. There is nothing he can say. Instead, he sits down carefully on the edge of the bed and pulls Malcolm’s shaking body towards him, being careful not to jostle his new stitches. He rubs soft circles onto Malcolm’s back and just lets him cry. 

Finally, Malcolm stops shaking and sniffs. “I’m tired,” he whispers. 

“You can sleep. It’s okay.”

Malcolm, for once, doesn’t fight him, doesn’t try to insist that he’ll have a night terror. He just leans back slowly onto the pillow and closes his eyes. 

Gil stands up and hesitates for a minute before bending down and pressing a soft kiss to Malcolm’s temple. “I love you, kid,” he says quietly, and turns to leave. 

He’s nearly out the door when Malcolm’s voice calls out, hoarse but there. “Love you, too.”

idk this might be really bad but oh well!! posting it anyway lol

[thisiseditsandstuff]

how I probably look when I try to explain to people that donna and jason coming back to life around the same time, with some very big parallels, interesting hints at a connection between the two and an subsequent multiverse adventure team up between the two looks a whole lot like dc had something bigger planned for them but then it just fell through either because Donna was needed for the Titans 2008 comic or because they wanted to push Jason more into the Batman comics again:

[spectrumspace]

I spent all of Virtual PE struggling to download/log in to what they've rebranded as "Animal Jam Classic" because I didn't wanna miss the Halloween event prize and when I finally did it turns out it was the same as a prior year and now I feel. . . tired.

[evilcyclopsxmen]

I'm literally a pussy magnet bro . I already own 4 cats then these two just show up I don't even know them

[subcontractual-obligations]

climbed atop snatchers tree n got some decent pics of vanessas tower

[iamapoopmuffin]

Kenshirou: Number 634, why is this on fire?

Musashi: It's supposed to be on fire?

Kenshirou: No. No it is not.

[llatimeria]

before and after of a wartortle i found in the dirt in my backyard. i (or a friend?) must've dropped him when playing near our shed when i was Really little, before that shed became so decrepit and full of spiders that I never wanted to be near it

he's missing his tail but otherwise alright

[risaonda]

I open paypoo it's like "would u like to donate to those affected by hurricane ian?" girl I'm affected by hurricane ian

[bharatlivenewsmedia]

3 labourers killed, 4 injured in shed collapse at rice mill in Ahmedabad

3 labourers killed, 4 injured in shed collapse at rice mill in Ahmedabad

3 labourers killed, 4 injured in shed collapse at rice mill in Ahmedabad Three labourers were killed and four others seriously injured after an iron shed collapsed on them in a rice mill in Gujarat`s Ahmedabad district, police said on Tuesday. The incident took place on Monday night when the labourers were erecting the shed at the mill located near Bavla town, about 30 km from the district…

[headcanons-of-op]

so, guess what I bought today while taking a stroll in asakusa.. 👀

[futurefind]

//Thinks about how JJK Sa is both older than Gojo’s year but also in Nanami’s class bc of when she was found/entered the school. Which haha funny bc “respect ur elders” / “you respect ur SENIORS” jokes 

Then I remember being in Nanami’s class means watching a friend die as a student (w/ all the retraumatization that entails), n also being even harder hit when Nanami leaves/retired on top of Everything Else that goes on around then and hgsghdsg

[horrorisunknowntoyou]

Watching From The Sidelines P.4

[SAGAU X SHAPESHIFTER READER]

Synopsis: The game continues, but feelings of pain start arising. You are vulnerable. But this might be a wake up call for you.

A/n: Thank you so much for the support! Y'all filling my notifications with tag list request lmao. I can't write all of you, I have 4 index cards full of usernames. But I'll try my best!

TW// vomiting blood, being very sick.

Also heavy leaning to Zhongli x Reader

Song recommendations:

Gold - Imagine Dragons

Golden hour - JVKE

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It's been a few months since the game has started.

Life was going on as normally, well as normal as a business man working with literally gods chasing you.

Of course even with unlimited stamina, and unmatched skill, it's starting to take a toll on your body. You couldn't explain it, but something was hurting deep inside you.

Maybe it was the fact you haven't been 'you'.

You been stuck as m/n for months! And your kinda starting to forget who you are. Sure it's been a lot of fun to play pretend. Being smug and rich and whatever...but you kinda miss old you.

The person who played genshin for fun! Sure, your no longer financially struggling or suffering but at this point, looking in the mirror is starting to be painful.

You don't know how long you can play this game anymore.

Of course you knew the acolytes and followers are more then devoted to you, willing to do whatever to do whatever you want. To prove themselves to you and win your favor, and this point they added so much people it's starting to get annoying.

Yeah, it's fun but you don't know how much your heart can take it.

Currently your hiding inside a shed, listening carefully to your surroundings outside.

You felt this unbearable sinking feeling in your chest. At this point your tempted to call the game quits because something is very wrong.

You really don't want to though.

Hours passed, sinking in and out of consciousness, you see a person shouting at you trying to warn you something before gasping awake.

You unintentionally fell asleep in the shed, bewildered and stressed out you decided leaving the shed for air was your best bet.

As you clutched onto you stomach you felt very uncomfortable.

You took a deep breathe of air, trying to stable yourself but you can't. You don't know why? Was it you doubting yourself? Who's the person you dreamed of?

Imagines of someone speaking to you popped into your head again, disorienting you.

"Zhongli!" You yelled out, leaning on a wall coughing into your hand, noticing it shine in reflection of the sun.

It was blood.

Your blood.

He immediately appeared, startling you, he looked at you concerned.

You immediately shaped shifted to your original form.

" I-i hate to end the game, but I...I don't feel well I don't think I can continue on." You mumbles to him.

His eyes widen at this, as other acolytes appeared behind him. You started coughing again, and next thing you knew. You vomit out blood, and collapsed on the ground.

You heard screaming, crying, and feeling of hands holding you gently in their grasp.

You also saw that person again briefly, they were stroking your hair mumbling sweet nothings to you.

It felt warm.

Then everything went to black.

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You felt comfortable.

Very comfortable.

You blinked slowly, waking up realizing youwere practically drowning in pillows and blankets. Staring at the ceiling above you, before eventually sitting up. You were on this huge bed, gently patting your chest. Noticing the change of clothes.

It was a simple white nightgown, most likely due to your other clothes covered in your blood.

Before you can even think, the door swung open, The archons looking at you.

"YOUR GRACE YOU'RE AWAKE!" Venti yellowed out, practically tears brimming his eyes. " I was so worried! "

"Your highness please, never scare us like that again." Zhongli says, closing the door behind him so others don't barge in.

Ei stood their silently, looking at you with sadden look.

You sigh," Zhongli... explained what happened after I blacked out?"

He nods, " Of course your grace, after...after you passed out, we thought we lost you after so long. We had to shield you and bring you back to the temple quick as possible. We got the best doctors to check up on you. "

You looked at your hands, clenching them into fists before letting go.

"My body was probably stressing out after using so much of my shapeshifting ability. And it magnifying with my identity crisis. It made me too vulnerable.

But who is that person I keep seeing? I didn't even dream of them..."

You sigh, " I apologize for worrying you all, it appears I must pause the game in the meantime. As I need to rest and heal. I had no idea this would have happened. I'll take note of it in the future. "

You tried to get up, but all three Archons immediately set you back down.

" I apologize your highness but we can not let you leave this room. " Zhongli says firmly, tucking you back in. "If you want anything, we will get it for you."

After everything, you just agree with it. "Ei take care of my business, Venti alert the others I'm awake. Zhongli you stay with me. " You quietly ordered them.

They all nod.

You were exhausted even if you just awoke. Som much things already on your mind.

"Zhongli can I ask you an odd request." You mumbles.

"Nothing is odd if it's coming from you your highness. What is your request?" He asked, sitting on a chair besides the bed to keep watch.

You gently lend a hand out, " can I hold your hand?"

He perked up at the request, " H-hold your hand? It would be an honor. " He gently grabs your hand. It felt reassuring to have, as you slowly blink. Falling asleep with your hand interlock with Zhongli's.

You didn't dream of that person again.

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You been recovering well, however you practically can not do anything. Like at all.

Also no info could be found of the person you are looking for. Which is huge bummer but you'll look more into it yourself once at full health.

Besides that, due to the accident the Archons are scared you're going to vomit out blood again. They are hovering over you 24/7, like you can't be alone at all. Someone has to be with you at all times.

You couldn't even feed yourself, someone has to feed you by hand while you sat in bed.

It was humiliating.

But you couldn't do much until your strength was fully back.

But there was something you didn't expect....

That was meeting the harbingers.

You were literally in a nightgown, in bed, resting and Dottore was doing a check up on you....

HOW WERE YOU SUPPOSED TO ACT????

You knew of pantalone due to business connects and such as m/n. But the others? How the hell were you supposed to deal with them???

You just sat there, unsure as they asked how your doing and such. It was obvious they wanted to be in your favor.

All you can do is let them, as time passed and you watch the harbingers speak to each other. You paid them no attention as you slowly drifted to sleep engulfed in a warm embrace of it.

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At this point, you were so sick of resting.

Besides Ei bringing you papers to read or give your signature to for your business. You practically had nothing to do!

Your been nagged to death by so many people, The Archons, Harbingers, followers etc. The list goes on and your going insane. The amount of times late at night your suffocating yourself with a pillow or punching it before being sedated by Zhongli.

You wanted to rip your hair out!

However the more you slept, the more you talked to 'that' person.

You still don't know who it is, but it's clear they were warning you of your illness.

Which confused you still, but that's a plus up. However that still doesn't change your issues.

1. Who is dream person?

2.Health is not fully healed.

3.Stuck in the temple much to your displeasure.

4. Having to pause the game.

Things are not going as you planned....

You are pacing in your room, Zhongli watching you in concerned.

"Is something wrong your highness? You seem troubled. " He asked but all you can do is pace back in forth thinking.

You looked at him.

"Zhongli, what your opinion in continuing the game? We never finished it." You faced him. He thinks about it, " I-im unsure your highness, believe me, as we want to prove our loyalty to you. You must understand we don't know how much you recovered. We fear of loosing you. "

" so if I were to wish to continue, it's assume the others would decline? "

" Most likely yes your highness. "

You sigh, running your hand through your hair, " call a meeting with everyone involved in the game. " You command yanking the doors open and swiftly walking down the hallway.

Zhongli immediately chases after you, " your highness! I understand you're displeased but your in a nightgown! Barefooted on tile! " He tries to usher you , but you only ignored him.

Others soon noticed you, common folk immediately bowed before you and stepped away. Others started to follow behind you trying to put you back to bed.

You headed to the throne room, and sat at your throne. Not caring if your dressed improperly, you wanted things done.

Aether and Paimon was visiting a noticed you walking in and the archons following behind you as well body guards. He was confused what was going on as more appeared. Soon him and Paimon was ushered in.

You held a meeting.

"As many of you know, I gotten I'll however. I feel I rested enough. I wish to continue the game. " You command, resting your head on your hand watching the others.

Chatter erupted the room.

Some disagreed to this, prioritizing your health above anything else. Other's were arguing for it, as you created the game and wished for this.

It was hotly debated between the folk.

You sat above and watched down at them, listening to their opinions. You honestly wanted to know what to do. Crossing you legs and pondered.

Zhongli was absolutely against this and he took off his coat and place it on your lap. Keeping you covered.

"Ah, thank you." You quietly say. Unknowingly as others noticed this. Them turing to face you.

"Its my pleasure your highness." Zhongli says with a smile, placing a kiss on your hand.

What was meant to be a serious debated turned into an argument over you. And now others were suggesting to give you a piece of their clothing to you.

You couldn't help but laugh nervously and blush at this stupid situation. How the hell are you supposed to manage this stupid mess? This is nothing like running a business.

God help me.

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