#the bear 2.9

[thegirlwhowatchedeverything]

And then just say more, please. Go ahead.

[illuminated-in-darkness]

Until They're Not Black Sails Musical Parallels | XVII. XXXIII. XXXIV.

music variation note: the second, third, and fifth scenes are in a lower key.

I spent a year rewatching Black Sails and tracking all the bits of music that repeated at any point during the show, and my findings are reinforcing that Bear McCreary is a genius and this show should have been called 'parallels that will kill you over and over again'* (tag | chronological)

[saharalajrami]

Don't skip just read this please

Hi world , it’s Sahar

Please read this as if I'm a member of your family . maybe your sister, daughter or a friend and as if my family who's under death now is yours.

My name is Sahar. A marketer shopping from Gaza, athe dreams she worked for but found herself losing the city she’s living in and losing any hope of a better future with it . And after a whole 4 years of studying and internship, the war had another idea.

I have 4 children: Hala the oldest, Rital, Odi, and Talin. We had a house full of love, dreams, and hopes that we strive to achieve one by one, but the war came and destroyed everything. We strive to travel outside Gaza to preserve our lives and obtain safety.

. In 15th of January 2024 my son Odai has An injury in his leg byShooting from a quadcopter aircraft in a shelter belonging to the UN Relief Agency

This loss circle didn’t end here, cause after more than 5 times of being displaced and having to leave our house escaping from rockets and death, we returned to our house and found it almost wiped off, more than half if it was destroyed and became an unlivable place leaving us not only with tired hearts but also without a place to stay in

Our Home

We are suffering in the UNRWA shelter center from overcrowding, the spread of diseases, pollution, and the difficulty of obtaining water and entering the bathroom due to the large number present in the place. It has been a year since this suffering.

Look what this horrible war has done to us. It has turned our lives upside down. It is hard for your mind to imagine. You were living in a villa with all your necessities and luxury items available until the war transferred you to live in a school for more than 13 months. We saw death 100 times a minute. I have attached pictures of the suffering of living in the school.

The situation after almost 13 months of this genocide is that the borders of Gaza are still unfortunately closed and no one can get out of it, of course unless you pay the most money to save your life and cross the Rafah crossing to reach Egypt, as crossing the Rafah crossing costs about $25,00 to $5,000 per person, and as a family of 9, the amount we have to pay just to get to Egypt seems impossible to bear.

So, this is how the money will be spent:

* Paying about $5,000 for each member of my family of 9 to cross the Rafah crossing and safely reach Egypt

* About $5,000 covers the GoFundMe transaction fees (2.9% + $0.30 per transaction)

* The rest of the money will be for housing, food, etc. for a period of time in Egypt

Asking for your help is the only way to save my family’s life and future, and your help may become our hope when hope is far from us under these circumstances, every dollar you can help with may save a life, bring hope to a tired heart and save a young future.

Please don't read this as a tragedy, I am here to ask you to prevent further tragedy and help us start our lives over. I am here to ask for your help not your sympathy, to ask you to take action either by donating or by sharing this with everyone you know who can help, please read this with your heart and take action as if it were your family, your mother and your siblings who are living in these circumstances.

Here is the donation link. Don't be stingy with me, even if it is a little. You will have contributed to preserving the lives of my family. With best wishes.

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@gazavetters , my number verified on the list is ( #264 )

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[todaysbird]

I haven’t known how to make this announcement for several months, but here we are; obviously, anyone who ratposts regularly will have inevitable Rat Turnover, because rats only live 2-3 years. Still, I always feel like the rug has been pulled out from under me when I lose one of these amazing friends.

Patch was a very special boy who was dear to my heart; we adopted him & his brother/father/unclear but related rat friend Bear (B-man) after they were passed over and made fun of due to, well, their uncharacteristic Hugeness (these guys were more guinea pig sized than rat sized - Bear got weighed at 2.9 pounds, and his vet wasn’t concerned about him being overweight!). Patch was honestly a huge jerk as a baby, but he grew into a kind & gentle rat that was always the first to welcome new additions & give them many kisses. After almost three wonderful years, Patch just got too old to go on; he developed hind leg degeneration, which is common in older male rats, which quickly progressed until he lost use of his back legs. That combined with dementia-like symptoms where he frequently became confused and scared without warning led us & our vet to decide that it was time to let him go. I haven’t stopped missing him since, and I doubt that I ever will. There could be nobody better to binge horror with, kiss my hands when I’m feeling down, or sit and boggle with me because he just liked anything we did together. Rest easy, sweet boy. Thank you to everyone who loved and appreciated him during my updates of his life.

[ayaaamuhanna]

Stop ⚠️🤚🏼

Hey everyone ….

I’m aya muhanna i have friend that i know he told me about thiss app andd he told me that i’ll find people here to support me

And i had a Fundraising campaign and its going so bad and no one donate us

Am sharing on social media like instagram and tiktok but also its not working with me

And let me tell u my story :-

I just got 106€ and all i need 35000€

U can also add me on social media if u want thats my account :- aya._muhanna23

Tik tok: muhanna_family

And let me tell u my story…

I'm Aya Abdel Nasser Muhana, a 21-year-old student, and my life has been shattered by the October 2023 war. Our home was completely destroyed, leaving us with nothing but the clothes on our backs. Our 5500 square meter agricultural land was bulldozed. The legal accounting office owend by my father and brother is destroyed. The vital source of our livelihood.

The cornerstone of our income, was demolished. We lost everything—our home, our income, and my chance at education. I missed two crucial years of university—one spent accompanying my father for his cancer treatment in Egypt and Germany, and the other lost to the relentless conflict in Gaza.

The brutality of the war forced us to flee repeatedly, each time with nothing but our lives. We moved from Al-Maghazi Camp to Deir Al-Balah Camp, Rafah, and finally Alnusairat camp seeking safety but finding none.

Befor two years After discovering my father's diagnosis, we faced many struggles. To begin the treatment journey, we spent most of my father's savings, only to be shocked by my mother's diagnosis when my father was abroad. My sister and I were left as the only support for my mother, as my only brother was with my father. Thankfully, my mother did not suffer much from the disease and left us early, perhaps to spare us from worrying too much about her. However, her absence has left a big hole in our hearts. There are many things I still wanted to do with her, but she chose to leave us early. At that time, my sister and I were united, and I cannot bear the thought of losing my father if he does not receive suitable treatment.

https://gofund.me/5fd8c4ef

Now my father is battling his disease, requiring advanced medical care that is impossible to find here. He needs to leave Gaza urgently for treatment, as his doctor has advised.

Our family, consisting of my father, my brother & his family, my sister, and me, is in desperate straits. We have no income and my father, a retired employee, hasn't received his pension more than eight months. We are being crushed by the weight of our circumstances, and we are in dire need of your help. We need assistance to secure medical treatment for my father, cover our living expenses, and enable me to continue my university education in addition to study costs of my nephews. This is our plea for survival, for a chance to rebuild our lives and our future. From the depths of my heart, I thank everyone who can extend a helping hand to us.

The cost of evacuating Aya. and her family, is $30,000 (Hala Company charges $5,000 an adult and $2,500 a child to put us on the exit list and help us to evacuate from Gaza).

To cover GFM transaction fees (2.9% + $0.30 deducted per donation)

For shelter, food, supplies, treatment, etc. upon arrival in Egypt, We need $15,000.

Thanks in advance for all support you give to us!

Our lovely home which we've already lost:-

And this is the Fundraising campaign A donation of more than $5 will be worth more👇🏼👇🏼👇🏼

[swallowtailed]

i like the way the bear does:

hypercompetency

shot to shot pacing

scene to scene pacing

crew bonds

romance

being alone at night in a city

i like the way the bear does time

[foreverisntenough]

+ another anon <3

--------- My tiny one shot short below for you 🤍

'Tiny Pink Cakes'

2.9 k words | Trent Alexander-Arnold x Reader

↳ Your daughter Teddy Alexander-Arnold comes with you to Trent's England national team game against France in Paris. Your best friend Lauren brings Teddy a sweet treat and she is desperate post match for Trent to get her more.

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The stadium lights were still glowing, the energy from the England France game was buzzing in the air. You stood in a suite tucked away in the Parc de Princes with Teddy, waiting for Trent to come up to meet you both after the final whistle.  Teddy, full of excitement, couldn’t contain herself any longer. As soon as she spotted daddy, she bolted toward him, her little legs moving as fast as they could.

“Dada!” she yelled, her voice ringing out clear through the noise of the post-game crowd. Trent, spotting his little girl, crouched down, arms open, ready to catch her. He beamed at her as she practically launched herself into his arms. 

“C’mere my baby bear,” he greeted warmly, his eyes sparkling with joy at seeing her after the intense match. She wrapped her arms around his neck tightly, her face lighting up in a huge grin. 

“Dada, want tiny pink cakes, tay?” Before he could say anything else, she pulled back explaining immediately what she wanted. Trent chuckled, raising an eyebrow playfully as he stood up with her still clinging to him. 

“Oh, is that all I get? No ‘Hi, Dada, good game?’” he teased. “I thought I did alright tonight, but you're just jumping right into wanting sweets, huh?” He teased. She wasn’t following the sarcasm but she liked the tone and his smile so Teddy giggled at his teasing, squeezing her arms tighter around his neck.

“Tiny pink cakes, dada!” she insisted, completely missing the joke but adamant at what she wanted. Trent let out a groan, pretending to be overly sore from the game as he shifted her weight in his arms. 

“Alright, alright, tiny cakes,” he sighed, still teasing her but with a smile that said he was absolutely wrapped around her little finger. “What kind of tiny cakes are we talking about, baby?” She pulled back just enough to give him a serious look, brows furrowed like he should already know.

 “Tiny. Pink. Cakes, dada.” she repeated slowly, her tone exasperated that he hadn’t understood the first time. You couldn’t help but laugh, watching this little exchange. Trent gave you a mildly confused look, not entirely understanding what Teddy was on about. 

“Oh sorry, baby. So tiny pink cake, huh?” He asked not really following what was going on.  You smiled sympathetically at him. Your best friend Lauren had brought some macaroons for Teddy before the game, and she had devoured them. Lauren was from Paris and knew all the best spots and new from her own experience just how much little girls loved these sweets. She did growing up and she wasn’t going to have her niece not experience the joy of French pastries.

“She means macarons, T,” you explained with a grin, stepping closer to the two of them. “Auntie Laur spoiled this greedy girl, and now she wants even more. Been asking all of daddy's game, hmm?” You teasingly cooed tickling Teddy’s tummy. She giggled, going all bashful in an adorable way. Trent nodded confirming.

“Ahhh, macarons. Now I get it,” he said, beginning to tickle Teddy with you lightly, making her squirm and giggle in his arms.  “That was so nice of auntie, huh?  Were they so yummy, Ted?” He asked her. Teddy’s face lit up at the memory of the pink macarons, her excitement spilling over as she began to babble, stumbling over her words, trying to explain just how incredible the tiny cakes were. 

“Dada, most yummy, tay?  They so um… um yummy, daddy! They pink and sweet, and—and—like clouds and yummy!” She exclaimed, waving her little hands in the air trying to really get him to properly understand the hype. Trent chuckled, amused by her enthusiasm. He couldn’t think of anything he wanted less than a sweet post match but he’d entertain the craving for her. 

“Really? That good, huh?” he teased. “Well, if they were so yummy, how come you didn’t save any for daddy?” He asked her with a sly smirk. Teddy froze, her face falling as the realization hit her. Her tiny, pouty lips parted in a silent gasp, her big eyes widening with guilt. For a moment, she just stared at him, clearly crushed by the thought that she hadn’t saved him any. 

“Oh… I sorry, daddy…” she whispered, her little voice barely audible. “But… they were most yummy,” she frowned, feeling disappointed with herself. Not sharing with daddy seemed wrong but the tiny pink cakes were just so good. Trent could hardly hold back his laughter at the way she was so genuinely upset. Before he could comfort her, she quickly perked up, her big eyes gleaming with a new idea. “But! But dada! We get more now?” she asked, her tone hopeful as she tugged at his sleeve. This would be mutually beneficial she got more and daddy wouldn’t be left out. “We get lots and lots! And I give some this time, I pwomise!” He couldn’t help but laugh, shaking his head fondly.

 “Alright, alright, I guess we’ll have to get more then,” he said, tucking a stay curl behind her ear. “You promise you'll at least give me a bite this time?” He asked her. Teddy beamed, her smile back in full force, and she hugged him tightly around the neck and nodded.

“Tanks Daddy!” she squealed. “You can have lots of bites, tay?” Trent smiled and kissed the top of her head. 

“I’ll hold you to that, baby bear. Alright, tiny cakes, let’s go where we can find some more.” Teddy squealed in delight, squirming with excitement. As Trent leaned down to give you a quick kiss on the cheek. “Mummy’s coming too, right? I’ll need help with this one,” he joked, shifting Teddy on his hip as she kept babbling on about her cakes.

“Of course,” you replied with a smile. “Wouldn’t miss more tiny cakes for the world. Someone didn’t share the yummy sweets with mummy either.” You teased punching at Teddy. Trent dramatically gasped. Teddy giggled cheekily. Trent asked Teddy where she got these beloved cakes but she didn’t know. They just appeared for her from Lauren so Trent asked her if she could be a big girl and go ask her. She nodded determined to get more sweets. He watched as Teddy sprinted across the room, her little legs moving quickly with uncontainable excitement. 

“Hey, Teddy girl,” he called after her, a playful smile tugging at his lips as he watched his little girl navigate by herself.  She whipped her head around to look back at him impatiently. “Be a good girl and ask Lauren politely please!” He smiled but he was serious about the reminder. Teddy barely registered his words though, her eyes returning to lock onto Lauren, who was chatting with someone. She tugged on Lauren’s jeans, her tiny fingers grasping for attention, practically bouncing on her feet. 

“Lawen! Lawen!” she interrupted, her voice bubbling with eagerness. Trent's reminder completely lost. “Where I get tiny pink cakes?!” She asked. Lauren paused mid-conversation, her expression shifting to one of amusement. She looked down at Teddy, who was practically vibrating with impatience.

“Erm… hello to you too sweet girl!” she laughed teasingly, bending down to scoop Teddy up into her arms. “You want more tiny pink cakes? Remember I told you they are called macarons? How about you say ‘macaron’ for me and I’ll tell you, Ted.” She asked Teddy kissing her cheek. Teddy furrowed her brow, a bit confused but excited to play whatever game Lauren was offering if it meant more cakes. 

“Maca…macrooni?” Teddy asked confused what the world was. 

“Macaron.” Lauren repeated, enunciating clearly, her smile encouraging. Her french accent flowing beautiful. Teddy’s little girl scouse not fully able to keep up.

“Ma-Macaron!” Teddy echoed, her little face scrunching up in concentration as she attempted to mimic the unfamiliar word. She got there.. kind of.

“Very good Ted! incroyable!” Lauren cheered, giving her a playful squeeze. “Now, can you say it again? With a little more French flair for me?” Lauren asked her just dragging this out because it was cute not because Teddy needed to.

“Macaroni!” Teddy exclaimed, her enthusiasm unwavering, though her pronunciation was still a off, maybe getting it slightly confused with the pasta but it’d do for now. She got better and then worse but it was adorable nevertheless. 

“Close enough!” Lauren grinned laughing. Teddy giggled, the sound infectious, Teddy whispered under her breath another effort of the word, this time much better than her last. “Parfaite, smart girl!” Lauren said, her eyes sparkling. And so Lauren told Teddy about that little pâtisserie with all the tiny pink cakes she could dream of. Teddy nodded eagerly, her excitement renewed as she hugged Lauren with appreciation.

“Daddy I know nows!” She turned to yell to Trent, glancing back towards you two, her little heart set on getting those cakes. Trent chuckled, shaking his head in mock disbelief at her persistence. Teddy beamed, her cheeks flushed with delight. “Cakes!” she squealed, ready for more sweets disregarding her lessons in french from Lauren. As Lauren set her down, Teddy rushed back to Trent, her tiny hands tugging on his sleeve. “Daddy, we plebs go now?” She begged.  

As Trent held Teddy’s small hand, he guided her carefully up the step into the cafe, making sure she felt steady on her feet. Teddy’s eyes widened as soon as she stepped inside, her little mouth falling open in sheer delight at the sight before her. The display case was filled with a vibrant rainbow of macarons—pinks, blues, greens, yellows, and purples all arranged in perfect rows, gleaming under the café lights. The smell alone was incredible.

“Daddy!” she squealed, her voice a high-pitched burst of excitement, and without thinking, she let go of Trent’s hand to dash toward the counter. He laughed, the sound light and joyful, as he quickly followed her. Her warm tiny hands pressing onto the cool glass.

“Whoa okay! Relax, baby bear,” he teased, pinching her tummy playfully as he caught up to her. “Which color should we get, beautiful girl? Pink?” He cooed gently, squatting down next to her pressing the side of his cheek to hers.

“All of them Dadddyy!” Teddy shouted, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm as she turned to look at him, beaming from ear to ear. Trent shook his head, a grin on his face. 

“Greedy, greedy girl!” he said with a chuckle before planting a soft kiss on her cheek. She giggled, her happiness infectious, and her laughter echoing around the small cafe. In that moment, Teddy spun around and turned her big, wide eyes toward you. 

“Mama! What macaroni you get?” she asked, her voice filled with genuine curiosity, her excitement still bubbling over. Even in her enthusiasm, there was that sweet thoughtfulness that you loved so much about her. She always wanted to make sure everyone was included and having fun. With a smile, you knelt down beside them, looking at the array of colors. 

“Hmm, I think I might get a brown one. It matches my outfit” you replied, pretending to ponder the decision seriously but thinking your decision was sound in your tan knit jumper. “What do you think?” You asked her and her brow furrowed unimpressed, silently asking why you would want arguably the worst color there. You smirked being able to read your daughter. “Or what if I getttt.” You sang reinspecting the pastries. “Oooo what about blue, baby?” You giggled a little bit, hoping that might be a better choice for her. 

“Blue? Ooooh! I wan a blue too, mama!” Teddy squealed, clapping her hands together. She leaned over the counter, her little fingers pointing eagerly at the colorful display. “Daddy, we get two blue, pleabs?”

“Alright, two blue for my girls.” Trent said, running his hand over her hair “Let’s get those for mummy and Teddy and maybe we try one of every other color too for daddy and Ted. What do you think?” Trent cooed and Teddy lit up, eyes wide with a squeal and a hug. You shook your head. She was so spoiled by him. Trent picked her up, Teddy not letting go of the greatest dad on earth. As they made their way to the counter, the excitement in the air was palpable. You watched as Trent and Teddy chat with the barista, pointing at various macarons, your heart swelling with warmth at the sight of them together. It was moments like these that made everything feel right, and you couldn’t help but smile.

And so, too many tiny cakes later you gently wiped a stray crumb from Teddy’s face, her small body leaning into yours as she dozed off, stomach full from the macaron feast. Her soft, warm breath brushed against your neck as you cradled her, your arms wrapped protectively around her. Her tiny pout was parted slightly, eyes fluttering with the drowsiness of someone in the depths of a sugar-induced nap. Trent sat across from you, watching the two of you with a tender smile, clearly savoring the peacefulness of the moment. You couldn’t resist leaning down to press a playful kiss to her chubby cheek, exaggerating the sound to make her giggle, but she barely stirred. 

“Did you thank Daddy for your tiny pink cakes, baby?” you whispered, kissing her again, this time with a teasing little ‘nom’ sound like you were about to nibble her. She had inside but again wouldn't hurt. Teddy’s eyelids flickered open, her long lashes batting against her cheeks as she stared up at you in confusion, still half-asleep. 

“Mama, they’re macaronis” She blinked a few times before correcting you in a tired but determined voice. You stifled a giggle, raising your eyebrows in mock surprise. 

“Oh, right! Macarons. My mistake, smart girl” you said, laughing softly. Satisfied with your correction, Teddy, her little body still draped lazily in your arms, turned her sleepy gaze to Trent. 

“Tanks, Daddy,” her voice a little more alert now, but still so sweet. She offered him a small but sincere thank you. Trent’s smile deepened, and he leaned forward, reaching out to stroke her cheek. 

“You’re welcome, my baby bear,” he murmured, his voice filled with warmth. His eyes flicked to you, catching your gaze, and for a moment, you both shared a look of pure contentment, the kind that only comes with these rare, quiet family moments. “Ted, which one was your favorite?” he asked, his voice teasing but curious, knowing how much she had enjoyed the colorful display of macarons earlier. Teddy, still nestled comfortably in your arms, took a moment to respond, her sleepy mind working through the question. 

“Pink… but too many, dada,” Finally, she answered in a soft, thoughtful voice. Her little hand splayed across her chubby tummy. Her tiny face scrunched up adorably, and you couldn’t help but smile at the honesty of her confession. Trent chuckled, shaking his head. 

“Alright, no more macarons for my Teddy girl,” he teased with a tickle to her full tummy, leaning in to kiss her on the forehead. But before his lips could reach her, Teddy lifted her head just slightly, her eyes opening wider in protest.

“No more… just for a tiny bit,” she corrected, her voice serious as if she was striking a very important deal. You and Trent exchanged amused glances before laughing quietly together. Trent pressed a kiss to her forehead, this time successfully, his love for her evident in every gentle touch. 

“Alright, alright, just for a tiny bit,” he agreed, his voice soft and indulgent, as though he’d give her the world if she asked for it. You felt your heart swell as you watched him with her, the tenderness between them radiating like sunlight. Moments like these were golden, fleeting but unforgettable, and you never wanted to forget the warmth that filled the air, the way Trent’s eyes lit up every time Teddy giggled or how his protective hand rested on your back as you all sat together. Still smiling, you kissed Teddy’s soft cheek once more, and as you did, she turned toward you, her tiny arms wrapping around your neck. 

“I love you, Mama,” she whispered sleepily, her voice muffled as she buried her face in your shoulder.

“I love you too, baby,” you whispered back, holding her close. Trent watched the two of you, his heart full, and leaned in to kiss the top of your head. 

“I love both my pretty girls,” he said softly, wrapping his arm around you and Teddy, pulling you both close. As the quiet moments settled, you rested your head against Trent’s shoulder, Teddy secure in your arms. Trent reached across Teddy for one of the leftover macarons, popping it into his mouth with a grin. As he chewed, his words came out muffled, “These are actually quite good you know,” his voice a little garbled through a mouthful of dessert. You couldn’t help but giggle, amused by his indulgence .

“They live up to the hype?” you asked teasing, watching as Teddy, still half-asleep in your arms, suddenly perked up. Trent hummed. She sat up, her eyes wide as she nodded along vigorously, agreeing with Trent. 

“Dada, I told!” she declared, her voice still soft with lingering sleep but filled with pride. You smoothed your hand over her hair with a smile, the sight of both of them enjoying something as simple as macarons filling your heart. Trent’s playful wink in your direction made you chuckle again, as Teddy leaned over and pointed at the pink one in the box. “Pink best,” she said seriously, as if passing down a sacred secret. Trent chuckled, grabbing the pink one. she had singled out and without hesitation popped it into his mouth. Teddy giggled, her tiny hand resting on his arm as she watched him expectantly. As Trent chewed, his eyebrows lifted in mock surprise.

“Mmm wow, so yummy, Ted. You’re right, baby. Pink is the best.” He smiled, his voice playful but full of warmth. Teddy beamed at him, her tiredness momentarily forgotten as she hugged him tightly. You watched the two of them, your heart swelling with a sense of contentment. These little sweet moments—macarons, giggles, and shared glances—were the ones that mattered most. The two loves of your life as sweet as the tiny pink cakes.

⇨ Read other ForeverIsntEnough work here!

[berryberrytaeberry]

I finished The Kings Men yesterday and purely for the record, I would like to state that for 2.9/3 books I viscerally hated every minute of reading this series STAY WITH ME DONT SCROLL but Jesus fucking christ those last 10 minutes (I listened to the shitty audio books for all 3 because I could not bear to read it) changed the entire thing.

Why am I now plagued by thoughts of Andrew Minyard and all the words he's ever said and all the moments he stripped his walls away painstakingly slow and how Neil filled those cracks and Andrew said Neil's the only one who lets Andrew say no and how Andrew blocked the stick from Riko and the shower and him reaching for Neil though he was cuffed to wymack and the roof and the cigarettes and the scars and the blood and the knives and the trauma behind it all

When literally .1 book ago I was like oMg i dOnT uNdErStAnD wHy I cAnT gEt iNtO tHiS

And girlies and theys, this is why we take our friends recommendations and try everything once

[sassycheesecake]

It was the middle of the night when you hear lots of tapping noises while you are sleeping in your apartment.

It sounds like multiple taps all at once, almost like little pebbles hitting your glass window.

Groaning, you turn to the other side in your bed, away from the noise that keeps coming from your window.

All of sudden, the noises stopped and you sighed in relief, happy to go back to sleep.

But then, when you were mere seconds away to falling into your dream of a zombie apocalypse, the noise of something hitting your window came back, a lot louder this time.

Apparently, whatever flew against your window broke the glass and now a big rock of the size of a rat lays on your floor.

When the sound of broken glass finally wakes you up with a startled gasp, you run to see what could have caused this.

A stalker? A murderer? A kidnapper? A shooter?

As soon as you look outside, you see a tall figure standing on the ground, all dressed in black.

You’re about to run to grab your phone from its charging station to call the cops, but when the big figure pushed down the hoodie from his head, you see spiky salt-and-pepper colored hair, with a big smile and golden, illuminating eyes.

Your heart does a few exciting jumps, easily being able recognize that hair from miles away.

But then you remember that the cute asshole just busted your window.

Opening it, you see Bokuto coming closer to you, if he had a tail, he‘d be wagging it wildly.

"Bo! You busted my window!" You hissed at him.

"I am sorry, love! But you weren’t answering your phone or my window call so I had to use something bigger! I just missed you so much." He looks sheepishly back at you, as he kicks one of his shoes into the dirt.

You sigh, his cuteness never fails to make you swoon for him.

You don’t get to see your boyfriend often due to his busy job, recently promoted to a wakagashira, the first lieutenant of Shūgo Meian, family boss of the Black Jackals of Tokyo.

"Can I come in and see you? I haven’t seen you in weeks! Boss had me running his errands forever." He pouts and gets even closer to the window. The only thing that separates you from him, is being on the second floor.

Now, Bokuto could be a normal person and just use the front door like a normal person, but Bokuto is not a normal person.

No.

That 6' 2.9" pure muscle of a man takes a few steps back and you know what that means.

Bokuto starts running towards your window and jumps to climb up the pipes on the side of your apartment.

The first time he did that, you screamed in fear, terrified he would fall and die.

With the many times he has done that, it’s a piece of cake for Bokuto now.

You see his tattooed hands on your window sill, pushing himself up with a small grunt, yet it looks like he didn’t break a sweat.

When he slides over your window frame, and stands up to his full height, you almost tear up in happiness.

Like magnets, the two of you almost run into each other, engulfing yourselves in a tight hug.

Bokuto is nuzzling his face into your neck, inhaling your familiar strawberry shampoo, while his strong arms wrap around your waist.

Standing up on your toes, you have your arms wrapped his neck, almost tearing up because you missed your muscular teddy bear so much.

Even if he occasionally has to kill people, easily snap someone‘s neck with his bare hands, he still has the softest heart around you.

Like sending you flowers almost every day, hiring someone to deliver food to you whenever you’re hungry or sending you romantic poems, pouring his whole heart into words of affirmation if he can’t be with you physically.

When he takes a small step back, he still has you in his arms, and he takes a good look over you, making sure you‘re okay.

"Kō? Everything okay?" You quietly ask your lover with a worried look on your face because it looks like he is close to tearing up.

"I just missed you so, my precious sweetheart. I am sorry I was gone for so long, you’re always in my thoughts every day and when you didn’t answer your phone…. I-I was so scared that something happened to you." Almost shaking, he responds while caressing your face.

You see the two owls on his neck, one great horned owl, representing him and one collared owlet, representing you.

He got that tattoo done on your first anniversary together, you sat with him while he didn’t flinch a single time, he just kept smiling at you while caressing your hand with his own.

That may have been a stupid decision on his part, because everyone knows you shouldn’t get a couple tattoo of your partner but you know it and Bokuto knows it.

You are soulmates, even if your worlds are completely different from another.

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Come to the Light

“For every wrongdoer hates the Light, and does not come to the Light [but shrinks from it] for fear that his [sinful, worthless] activities will be exposed and condemned. But whoever practices truth [and does what is right – morally, ethically, spiritually] comes to the Light, so that his works may be plainly shown to be what they are – accomplished in God [divinely prompted, done with God’s help, in dependence on Him].”

– John 3.20 – 21 (AMP)

As Christians, our lives should always testify to what God has done and is perpetually doing in and through us. Whatever He calls us to do, wherever He tells us to go, whatever He wants us to say openly in faith – when we obey Him and practice the truth of the Word of God, our works testify that everything we did was only done with God’s help, His direction, and in complete reliance on Him and Him alone.

When we practice the truth of the Word of God and live by it, we produce the good fruit that identifies us as doers of the Word, which sets us apart from people living in the world.

1 Peter 2.9 says, “But you are a chosen race, a royal priesthood, a consecrated nation, a [special] people for God’s own possession, so that you may proclaim the excellencies [the wonderful deeds and virtues and perfections] of Him who called you out of darkness into His marvelous light.” When God transferred us out of darkness into His marvelous light, we were given the opportunity to declare His excellencies to the world about all that the Lord has done for us. He saved us. He changed our identities. He called us His very own. We have been transformed from who we used to be and that spiritual transformation bears a divine testimony to the glory of God.

Likewise, when we live as doers of the Word and obey God’s divine instruction, our works declare God’s presence in our lives. James 1.25 says, “But he who looks carefully into the perfect law, the law of liberty, and faithfully abides by it, not having become a [careless] listener who forgets but an active doer [who obeys], he will be blessed and favored by God in what he does [in his life of obedience].” The blessing and favor of God are evident in the lives of His obedient children who practice the truth. It is a recognizable sign to the world, just like a shining light, that God is present in our lives when we are faithful in our moral excellence and good deeds. It is so irrefutable that when people see our works, they give all the honor and glory to God alone (Matthew 5.16).

Therefore, come to the Light for there is no reason to be ashamed, condemned, or afraid! Come and step out openly into the Light so that your works, as a doer of the Word of God, would be visible to all and bring God glory for all He has done!

 

 

Scriptures to Reflect On:

·         John 3.20-21

·         1 Peter 2.9

·         James 1.22-25

·         Matthew 5.16

[thegirlwhowatchedeverything]

Carmy promising "I won't let you" have a meltdown to Syd in 2x9.

Carmy then wordlessly reinforcing this promise by vigorously shaking his head after prolonged eye contact with his beloved under the table.

[illuminated-in-darkness]

Establishing Partnerships Black Sails Musical Parallels | XV. XVII. XXI.

I spent a year rewatching Black Sails and tracking all the bits of music that repeated at any point during the show, and my findings are reinforcing that Bear McCreary is a genius and this show should have been called 'parallels that will kill you over and over again'* (tag | chronological)

[stars-n-spice]

People Will Say We're in Love

Had this idea to write some song one shots from musicals for Star Wars ships because I can't make animatics </3

I started working on this literally last year and never finished it (ahaha) but since it's Valentine's I decided to suck it up and finish the first part of the series!

Enjoy!

Warnings: N/A Pairing: Kanan x Hera (Kanera) Song: "People Will Say We're in Love" from Oklahoma! Word Count: 2.9 K Summary: Hera is worried about what others might think about her relationship with a troublesome cowboy. Kanan, on the other hand, is not worried at all.

Kanan had always been someone who didn’t know what he wanted from life. From a young age, his adopted mother had told stories about how he was always all over the place, trying to get every little bit out of life to try and figure out what exactly he wanted from it. Even after her passing, Kanan had stayed the same, and though he wasn’t sure how to go about living the life he wanted, the lifestyle of a cowboy was what fitted him best. Out in the wild, riding through the fields, sleeping underneath the stars, everyday filled with risk and adventure was the closest Kanan would ever get to being so sure about the life he was living. 

Well, at least it had been the closest he thought he’d ever get to knowing what he wanted from life before he met Hera Syndulla, the daughter of Ryloth’s mayor, Cham Syndulla. When he met her, it was like everything finally made sense. What had been a meaningless purpose filled with adventurous pastimes, suddenly became something more. Kanan finally realized what he wanted in life–he wanted Hera. He wanted to be by her side, wanted to grow old with her, wanted to be there for her for whatever she needed; there was nothing more in life he could ever want than to be with Hera. 

Of course though, after twenty-seven years of not knowing what he wanted and then finally finding it, it wasn’t going to be that easy to get what he wanted just yet. After all, Hera was the mayor’s daughter, she had status, her father had expectations, and Kanan was a cowboy who only had a hat, pistol, and horse to his name. Hell, the hat and pistol weren’t even his; both were totally fairly won in a game of cards, but the point still stood: Life wouldn’t let him have his way just yet. 

It was really by chance that Kanan had met Hera, something about “fate” or all that fancy stuff the more superstitious cowboys were always going on about. Kanan had been running around for about a week or so when he stumbled upon the town of Ryloth and decided he’d stay for a bit, just long enough to get his bearings before he decided to set out into the desert again. Now, he had a rule he tried to follow every time he decided to stop in a town and that was to keep a low profile, to go in and out like a ghost, unnoticed and forgotten, from the moment he was there till the moment he left. Unfortunately, about four hours into being in Ryloth, Kanan spotted Hera walking out of the Saloon, horse in tow, and he decided to bend his one rule just a little bit. 

He made himself known, went right up and approached her, and for the past year he kept coming back to her and made quite the profile for himself in the town of Ryloth. Hera’s cowboy, they called him. Most didn’t know him by name, but they knew him through that title. A title he wore with pride and one Hera tried to deny was true.  

Kanan never fully knew why Hera always tried to deny her very true and obvious feelings, but he never was one to push her to do the things that she didn’t want to. If it was because she feared what her father would say, what the town would say, or just afraid in general, Kanan wanted her to figure it out herself. Though it didn’t help that he kept coming back to her, following her around the town of Ryloth like a lost, lovesick puppy. 

“Hera’s cowboy” indeed.

The ride into town was the same as it had always been since the first time that Kanan had strolled into town. A pretty peaceful one through dusty, red rock formations and barren desert until he came to the city hidden in the canyons. A quaint city that had been around for a good amount of time, where there were no secrets and everyone knew everyone. Where Kanan would enter and immediately be greeted by the schoolgirls who giggled because he was “Hera’s cowboy” or by the cold glares of the men exiting the saloon because he was “Hera’s cowboy.” Nobody knew him as Kanan, but he didn’t mind. So long as he kept his hat low and didn’t pick any fights, usually he had a pleasant enough stay. 

“‘Scuse me,” Kanan drawled, trying to get the attention of a young lady he recognized to be one of Hera’s friends who was currently walking past as Kanan tied up his horse to a hitching post just a few ways away from the Syndulla manor. 

The lady stopped and turned to face Kanan with a small frown, her eyebrow raised and head tilted at the sight of him. “Yes?” she questioned, her voice heavy with an accent. 

“Any idea where I can find Ms. Syndulla?” Kanan asked, putting on his best smile in case the lady thought he might have bad intentions. Even though at this point, everyone in town knew all the man did was follow Hera around like a lovesick puppy. 

With a quick glance over at the lady to make sure she wasn’t heading back to the manor to alert Hera’s father, Cham about Kanan’s presence, Kanan quickly headed over to the edge of the canyon to the rock formations. He was quick and careful, passing behind the manor with the hope he wouldn’t be spotted and sent back to where he came from by her father. 

The lady gave Kanan one more once over before she tossed her head over her shoulder and motioned over to the collection of rock formations just at the edge of the canyon behind the manor.

“She’s there,” the lady replied before carrying on her way once Kanan gave her his thanks with a tip of his hat. 

To his relief, Kanan made his way successfully over to Hera’s presumed location without being spotted by her father or trampled over by Hera’s bastard pet pig, Chopper. He only hoped the lady had been right about Hera being here and when he made his way around the rocks, he found her how he usually found her: lying on her back with her eyes skyward, her hand raised up making gentle motions in the wind, and her head in the clouds. 

Kanan stopped and smiled as he watched her, his expression soft as his eyes followed her hand as it danced in the air, mimicking a bird in flight. He didn’t dare move a muscle just yet, wanting her to have her moment and not wanting to startle her. But as always, Hera always knew when he was around. 

“Mmmh, didn’t think I’d see you so soon, cowboy,” she hummed, lowering her hand as she slowly opened her eyes and sat up. 

Kanan grinned, a giddy sensation rising in his chest and making him feel warm inside as he sauntered over to where Hera was sitting atop a rock. He stopped just at the base of the rock and looked up at her, bringing up a hand to shield his eyes from the sun, squinting slightly as he took in the sight of his beloved. 

Hera turned to face him, her knees brought up to her chest, sparkling green eyes looking back at him. Her tan skin was steadily getting darker with every hour she spent out working or daydreaming and her dark hair was in its usual twin braids resting over her shoulders while a brown bandana held the rest of her hair in place. 

“Well, I figured I’d surprise you,” Kanan chuckled, spreading his arms out and giving her a small bow, as if he was blessing her with his presence; a move that made her laugh softly and roll her eyes fondly as she shifted to the edge of the rock, moving closer to him. 

“You know how I feel about surprises,” Hera mused, raising an eyebrow as she watched Kanan step closer until he was standing right in front of her, tilting his head up to be able to meet her gaze as she sat upon the rock. 

“You love ‘em don’t you?” Kanan asked, tilting his head with a coy grin, knowing very well that wasn’t the case. 

Hera laughed again and shook her head, playfully nudging him in the shoulder with her foot, “You b’hoy. Why do I put up with you?” She grinned before sliding herself off the rock so she was standing right in front of him. 

“Oh, I don’t know,” Kanan shrugged with a soft chuckle, his hand immediately going up to cup her face. “Maybe it’s because you love me?” He suggested with a smirk and wiggle of his eyebrows. 

Hera snorted and rolled her eyes, but leaned into his touch, putting a hand on top of his and placing a delicate kiss on his wrist on the sliver of skin visible between his leather gloved hand and his jacket sleeve. 

“Do I love you though?” She teased, glancing back up at him. 

Kanan’s cheeks flushed and he laughed nervously, “I would hope so.” 

Hera bit her lip, pausing slightly and making Kanan’s smile falter a little as he continued to caress his cheek. He knew deep down that she did, but she just had trouble admitting it, fearful of what her father would think. 

Hera sighed softly and pulled her head away from his hand gently, making Kanan slowly drop it as a small frown tugged his lips downward. 

“What?” He asked softly, afraid he might’ve done something wrong. 

“Nothing,” Hera quickly reassured, shaking her head, “Just…you’re a little obvious.” 

Kanan blinked in confusion and scoffed, “Obvious?”

Hera nodded, looking at him like ‘Really?’

“Yes,” she confirmed, “you’re obvious and the town is starting to catch on.”

Kanan’s smile returned as he shook his head fondly at Hera’s concern. Of course he was obvious, of course the town knew; the only one who wasn’t opening admitting to it was Hera and Kanan would wait for as long as it took to get her to do so. 

“Is that a bad thing?” Kanan asked innocently with the tilt of his head. 

Hera shot him a look, “Kanan Jarrus.” 

He held up his hands in surrender, “Hey, I’m just askin’…”

“Besides,” he started, lowering his hands and placing them on his hips, “I don’t think the entire town knows. Maybe only one or two of your friends…” 

“Oh yeah?” Hera scoffed, raising an eyebrow at him, “Well then…”

“Why do they think up stories that link my name with yours?” She asked, folding her arms across her chest defiantly. 

Kanan laughed softly and shrugged his shoulders, “Why do the neighbors gossip all day behind their doors?”

Hera rolled her eyes fondly and walked around him, his eyes following her, 

“I know a way to prove what they say is quite untrue,” she announced, stopping behind him and making him have to turn around, “Here is the gist, a practical list of don'ts for you…”

Kanan raised an eyebrow, curious as to where she was going with this.. 

“Don't throw bouquets at me. Don't please my folks too much,” she started to list off, shaking her head as she did so.

“Don't laugh at my jokes too much…people will say we’re in love..” she whispered, her eyes glancing over her shoulder as if to check to see if there was anyone around.  

“Who laughs at your jokes?” Kanan teasingly asked, taking a step forward to be close to her again, a lopsided grin on his face as he reached out and gently cupped her chin, bringing her attention back to him. 

Hera rolled her eyes at his teasing comment and continued on, pulling her head away as she started to slowly walk around him again, “Don't sigh and gaze at me,” she instructed, putting a hand on her chest and pretended to swoon, “Your sighs are so like mine…” 

Kanan’s eyes followed her, half listening to what she was saying and half admiring her as she walked so gracefully it was almost like she was dancing around him, a soft sigh of admiration leaving his lips. 

“Your eyes mustn't glow like mine,” she advised, shaking her head as she took a step towards him, “People will say we're in love…”

Kanan leaned in but before he could get the kiss he wanted, Hera turned away. That tease.

“Don't start collecting things,” she instructed, standing a foot or so in front of him. 

“Like what?” He questioned, raising an eyebrow in confusion. 

“Give me my rose and my glove,” she probed, holding out her hand as if asking for something from him. 

He tilted his head as he looked down at her hand and her pursed lips before remembering that the last time he visited (and all the times before that) he’d taken a little something from her to remember her while he was away. 

But instead of giving her back her things, he chuckled, and took her hand, pulling her into a close embrace. To his delight, she didn’t pull away but instead let him hold her close, her back to his chest as he wrapped his arms around her. 

“Sweetheart,” she breathed, her voice just above a whisper, both a tone of warning and endearment, “they're suspecting things…” 

Kanan leaned closer to her to hear her better and she turned her head slightly, their lips brushing up against each other,

“People will say we're in love…”

Heart beats and breaths synced, Hera pulled away once more, leaving Kanan hanging and aching as she leaned back up against the rock she’d been sitting on with that teasing look on her face that Kanan just couldn’t get enough of.

Alright then, he thought, two can play at that game. 

Slowly he walked towards her, arms folded across his chest as he grinned back at her, speaking softly, “Y’know…” 

“Some people claim that you are to blame as much as I,” he pointed out, putting a hand on his chest and making Hera raise an eyebrow in slight curiosity, wondering where he could be going with this. 

“Why do you take the trouble to bake my favorite pie?” He asked, leaning against the rock next to her. Before Hera could interject with a defense as to why, he continued on. 

“Grantin' your wish I carved our initials on that tree,” he reminded, pointing over at the large oak tree they would often spend time lying under during the hotter days when shade was a luxury you didn’t take for granted. 

Hera’s eyes followed his finger to the oak tree and she smiled softly, unable to resist his points, though she didn’t want to let him win this one. Not yet. 

She shook her head and looked at him like, ‘So what?’ 

Kanan chuckled at her expression and leaned a little closer to her, giving her a playful wink as he did so, knowing he was slowly getting to her, “Just keep a slice of all the advice you give so free…”

“Ha,” she scoffed, the faintest smile tugging at her lips and blush crawling up her cheeks as she looked away from him. 

“Don't stand in the rain with me…” he smiled, twirling a laughing Hera, “People will say we're in love…” 

“Don't praise my charm too much…Don't look so vain with me…” he instructed, copying her from before with a wide grin as he pretended to swoon, making Hera roll her eyes and look away.

He slowly walked over and took her hand, pulling her in a dance with her back pressed to his chest again, his other hand on her waist as they slowly started to move with Kanan’s steady voice to a melody playing in their hearts. 

“Don't take my arm too much,” He continued as they danced on. Hera and him began to walk in a circle around each other, their intertwined hands up in the air as Hera held onto her skirt with the other and Kanan pressed his free hand behind his back. 

“Don't dance all night with me,” he asserted, both of them laughing softly as they continued to dance together under the now slowly setting sun.  

“Don't keep your hand in mine…” He chuckled as he shook his head while giving her hand a squeeze.

“Your hand feels so grand in mine…” Kanan beamed as he pulled her close again, pressing a gentle kiss on the top of her hand, his gaze looking up at her like she put the clouds and stars in the sky, “People will say we're in love…” 

“Ttil the stars fade from above,” He grinned as he made a wide gesture to the sky with his hand before he moved to take both of Hera’s hands into his, pulling her close to him until they were face to face. 

“They'll see it's all right with me…” he assured, gently putting his hand under her chin to tilt her head up towards him, his voice low and almost a whisper. To his delight, Hera didn’t pull away; letting him win this round. 

With a grin, watching as she leaned up towards him Kanan muttered softly before their lips met in a tender kiss; “People will say we're in love…”

And if they did, if people talked and made claims, Kanan and Hera didn’t care. 

They were in love and that was all that mattered.

[beardeddetectivepaper]

$11,566/$18,000

Greetings from Hisham’s family. Hisham and Marwa started their life together in Gaza 9 years a ago. Hisham and Marwa managed to evacuate Gaza last November 2023 after they went through devastating moments of bombing and facing death everywhere. Both lost their beautiful house, life, work and all the dreams they had together.

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Yellowjackets Episode Ranking

I feel like I never see anybody rank all the episodes or talk about their favorites. I'd like to see what other people think. Here's mine. (I still love them all I promise)

19. Bear Down (1.4)

18. Digestif (2.3)

17. Two Truths And A Lie (2.5)

16. Flight Of The Bumblebee (1.8)

15. No Compass (1.7)

14. Storytelling (2.9)

13. Sic Transit Gloria Mundi (1.10)

12. Old Wounds (2.4)

11. The Dollhouse (1.3)

10. Saints (1.6)

9. It Chooses (2.8)

8. Qui (2.6)

7. F-Sharp (1.2)

6. Friends, Romans, Countrymen (2.1)

5. Edible Complex (2.2)

4. Burial (2.7)

3. Pilot (1.1)

2. Blood Hive (1.5)

Doomcoming (1.9)

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can u rate jerry garcia 😁

objective attractiveness 3/5 bear

personal opinion 2.5/5 I’m scared of beards

personality 4/5 ☮️ + 🫶 but he’s a musician so -1

tv/media personas N/A

do they look like they ever did improv 5/5 mmmmm yeah but maybe only for a month or two

overall 2.9/5 but I’ll round him up to a three for you jakey