#this was in 'celebration' of the new announcement

[babygorewhore]

You can be just friends…right?

Best friend Rafe Cameron x alt!fem reader!

Being polar opposites of Rafe Cameron at first you clashed but eventually, you became close. After driving you to his house to celebrate an accomplishment, Rafe sees Topper hitting on you and finally lets himself be vulnerable.

Thank you to @bloodibambiidoll for helping me with the headers and letting me brainstorm! @cyberangel-graphics divider credit!

Warnings! Reader is inspired by Wednesday Addams! Season 4 era Rafe. Canon! Rafe! Oral! Fem receiving, praise, he lightly holds readers neck, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, barely edited because I’m ill.

“For someone who dresses like a witch, you take the girliest drinks.” Rafe set the coffee cup in front of you and sat across from you. You gave him a side glance while typing on your laptop, mumbling a thanks.

Rafe Cameron, an unlikely companion you met in your junior year in high school while he was a senior a long time ago. The friendship evolved after a healthy rivalry because you met his horrible attitude with dry wit.

But you had a fondness for the crash out oldest Cameron offspring. Who was arranging meetings and “handling business.” As he liked to put it. You were writing up the latest chapter of your fan fiction. A popular story that got good traction. It was also something Rafe never ceased to tease you about whenever he glanced at the words you came up with.

Rafe insisted on driving you to local animal shelter you volunteered at twice a week because normally you walked or drove the quote, “Death trap.” That he threatened to have removed from your garage.

And due to his busy schedule, this was one of the few times during the week you were able to physically spend time together.

“You hear the news about Sarah and uh, John B?” Rafe bright your attention away from the musing of your thoughts and you met his icy stare.

“My relationship with your middle sister is polite at best, Rafe. So, no.” You quipped and he exhaled sharply.

“Why do you talk like that-nevermind. Nah, she’s having a baby and I need help picking out a gift. She doesn’t know the gender yet but I could use your help.” He sounded…pained and you gently closed your laptop.

Your black nail polish shined, the skull ring on your ring finger a gift from Rafe six months ago. “Babies aren’t exactly my specialty, Rafe and seeing you as an Uncle is really funny but can’t you get Wheezie to help you?”

“Wow, okay, I come to you with a genuine question and you’re blowing me off.” He accused and you lightly kicked him with a boot.

“Enough with the dramatics. I’ll sign my name on the card and we’ll consider that my contribution.”

“A card? For what?” You huffed at his lack of knowledge.

“I suppose I can…try.”

That interaction concluded a typical day between you both. Later that week, Rafe landed a massive business deal that secured a lot of money. Naturally, your outgoing best friend wanted to celebrate. His definition of having a good time and yours differed massively.

Rafe announced that he was having a party and you were coming. He didn’t ask. Knowing you’d say no so instead his solution was to show up to your apartment, holding a black bag and a large cup of coffee.

“Don’t look at me like that, Monster High. Just take the bag.” Rafe ordered and you accepted it. He stepped inside your home, leaned against the wall and made a motion with his hand.

“Go change and I’m taking you to my place.” He saw the way your nose crinkled and his hands set firmly on your shoulders.

Physical contact wasn’t uncommon from Rafe but lately it happened a lot more. Brushes against your back, a hand on the knee or smoothing away your hair. You weren’t the best at guessing intentions so it made you feel conflicted.

You liked it. You liked the gestures. And you were embarrassed to. Your best friend made it abundantly clear he wasn’t interested in commitments and verbalizing his emotions definitely wasn’t his strong suit.

You wrote it off as pure thoughtless action as you changed clothing in your bedroom. You glanced in the mirror, already knowing it fit perfectly. It was a black dress, shorter than you normally wore and the bodice hugged your curves.

You came out, after customizing the outfit with fishnets and chunky shoes. Rafe straightened, his tall form stiffening at the sight of you approaching him. His jaw flexed and he opened his mouth to say something before deciding otherwise.

“Let’s go.”

You had busied yourself with setting up the music, straightening furniture and making sure the pool sparking until Rafe basically hauled you to socialize. You knew the guests but didn’t particularly enjoy them. But Rafe liked attention. He liked being around people who admired him and earning respect. He walked off, momentarily distracted by Barry and you took the opportunity to speed walk to the kitchen.

You poured yourself a soda, revealing in the brief moment of quiet when you felt a presence behind you. Turning, you saw Topper side step and stand before you. He gave you a friendly smile and instinctively pulled you into a greeting hug. You barely returned it, grimacing at the unwelcome contact and stood awkwardly.

“Hello.”

“Hey, how you doing? You look beautiful.” You almost felt…bad for him. You knew he meant it but he was just so…not your type.

“Thank you, Topper. How are you?” You felt like chewing glass at the small talk but he seemed to take it the wrong way. Topper moved even closer, mustering all the charm he could.

“Better now that I’m talking to you, pretty girl. What made you decide to join a party? It’s not your scene, huh?”

God, you wanted the earth to swallow you. But if you left, you’d be back with the crowd and loud music. Sweaty bodies and the sweltering sun. You debated sending a smoke signal but Topper’s hand fell on your arm.

Your eyes widened and he leaned down to whisper. “I mean we can always go somewhere more private.”

“For what?” You questioned and moved your head back.

“Jesus, I leave for two seconds and you’re already chomping at the bit, bro.” Rafe’s voice sounded more like salvation but the anger in his eyes took you aback.

“She’s off limits, man and I’ve told you that shit more than once. When are you gonna get it through your thick skull?” Rafe touched his fingers to his temples and you looked back and forth between the males.

“I didn’t realize that she was collared by you, Rafe. Thought you were just friends?” Topper shot back and you peered at Rafe.

“It’s not a big deal, Rafe. Why are you acting like this?” You questioned and he shook his head.

“Just leave her alone. She obviously doesn’t like you.” Rafe gave Topper a threatening glare and you rolled your eyes.

You crossed your arms and stepped directly in front of your best friend.

“What’s going on with you? Lately, you’ve been different. Short tempered, more than before and now this. Is there something going on?”

Your direct question made Rafe take hold of your elbow. “cmon. I don’t wanna do this right here.”

“No. You can tell me here. Now.” You sternly replied and swatted his hand away. “What’s wrong with you?”

Rafe looked on the verge of losing his mind and he looked at Topper. “Will you take a fucking hint, dude? Go!” He shooed him and you heard footsteps descending.

You held your ground and stared him in the eye. “I’m waiting.”

“Look. I know this was a weird, shitty way to do this and you know I’m not good at the whole feeling thing. But I wanted to do something nice for you tonight. I wanted you to-I wanted to tell you that you’re important to me.” He was stumbling and scratching the back of his neck.

You raised an eyebrow. “So…you throw a party, knowing I don’t like them, drive me here after buying me this dress just to tell me I’m important?” You parroted and he groaned.

“No! I mean-yeah but-damn it.” Rafe stopped speaking but cupped the back of your head. You gasped as he brought his lips to yours in a slightly open mouthed kiss. His other hand pressed you against him by splaying on your lower back, deepening your lip lock.

His mouth was soft, dominant as he met your tongue and squeezed your hip. Shock disappeared and you kissed him back. Your stomach had butterflies and your center tightened as Rafe’s thick fingers found the top of your ass.

Your lipstick was most likely ruined as Rafe sucked your lower lip but ripped himself away. He breathed heavily and tossed a side glance around him.

“Let’s go,” He took your hand and started quickly walking. You jogged to keep up with his pace.

“Rafe, where are we going?” You asked but he kept moving, his steps quick and you saw the familiar door of his bedroom.

He pulled you inside, closing the door behind him and he went to bring you back to him but you held up a palm.

“Wait. What, what is this?” You were finally collecting your thoughts after the heated kiss, your nerve endings in overdrive and your skin burning. Catching a glimpse of yourself in his mirror, you saw your smeared lipstick and you sighed exasperatedly.

“What’s what? I told you earlier,” Rafe began but you interrupted.

“I know what you said. But what does that mean? In this moment. Do you just want to hook up? Is that why you just brought me in here? Is that all you want?” He didn’t miss the pointed accusation but he didn’t respond in anger.

Rafe touched his shaved scalp, chest deflating. “I get why you’d think that but no. I don’t wanna just fuck you. I like you. I like your little weird quirks. I like how you’re not afraid of what people think. I don’t want you to be any different.”

You remained silent, letting him find his words.

“Look. It’s more than…liking you. I love you,” Rafe spoke your name with a tenderness you rarely heard. Your heart swelled at his confession.

“Seeing you is the best part of my week. Talking to you is one of the only things that keep me from losing my mind. You’ve been there for me when everything went to shit and when I lost my dad (TW WARD mention)” Rafe took a step forward, his fingers twitching as if he wanted to touch you.

“And you’re always calling me out when I act like a dick. Which is a lot.” He bit his lower lip and your gaze flickered between his face to the floor.

“I mean can you blame me? For falling for you?” Rafe chuckled, bright teeth showing and you swallowed. Trying to moisten your dry mouth.

“Rafe, this doesn’t seem real.” You confessed. “I mean you’ve always talked about not wanting to settle down and why should I believe that I’ll be any different?”

Rafe perked up, not dissuaded and his palms finally settled on your waist. It was comfortable, despite the way your belly hurtled at his attempt at being gentle.

“Wait, that’s not a no. That’s not a rejection, do you love me?”

You felt completely naked. He was imploring you with his perfect face and intense eye contact. You weren’t good at living in the moment. You were always overthinking. And this wasn’t a cookie cutter situation. Rafe had problems. Deep ones. So did you.

But you couldn’t lie to him.

“Yes, Rafe. I love you too.” It was a shaky admission but he seized the opportunity and kissed you again.

He pressed so hard you could feel his teeth and he looped his arms around your back. Rafe lifted you off the ground, making you squeak in surprise and he landed you both on his bed.

You’d fantasized about this plenty of times but it was even better. Rafe was strong, his firm body easily weighed yours down and he effortlessly shifted your body higher. He cupped your jaw and massaged your tongue with his.

You moaned softly and then louder as he kneaded your tits. Rafe messily peppered kisses along your neck, sucking your sweet spot and your back arched. His ring clad fingers were warm as he lifted the bottom of your dress up. Exposing your body and black underwear.

“God you’re so fucking pretty. You gonna let me show you that, baby?” He breathed and dragged his lips against your upper stomach, down, down and Rafe inhaled the scent from your open legs.

His big hands peeled off your panties and he grunted deep in his chest as he looked at the wetness in the center.

“Well, you’ve been needing this, huh?” Rafe mused and caused you to whimper as he dragged his tongue to the middle of your underwear.

“If that tastes sweet, I bet the source is even better.” Without another second hesitation, Rafe pushed your thighs apart, encouraging you to put them over his shoulders. Your heels dug into his back as he dived in.

Rafe didn’t eat pussy that often. He usually warmed a girl up with his fingers before fucking her senseless. But with you, his dick throbbed at the taste of your cunt as he lapped away. He was a little aggressive, moving his head back and forth. Digging his fingers into the meat of your thighs but your groans and the way you set your hand on his head drove him crazy.

“Mhm, fuck, yeah i know. Prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.” Rafe praised and separated your folds. He sucked your clit and gently nipped with his teeth. Soothing it immediately and you were almost seeing stars as you rode his face.

He gave you an encouraging slap on the ass and brought you impossibly closer. You knew he probably couldn’t breathe but when Rafe tongue fucked your entrance and then dragged back to your clit it caused you to be embarrassingly loud.

“I’m cumming, I’m cumming-Rafe-“ you chanted and he pried your legs back open to lick you through it. Your body trembled and your eyes fluttered open as he crawled up.

The sight of his glistening chin and mouth was the hottest thing. Rafe gripped your cheeks. “Give me those fucking lips,” And he fused them together.

You tasted the remnants of yourself as you put your hands underneath his shirt. Rafe impatiently took it off, quickly kissing you again and his fingers made work to remove his pants.

“Gonna fill you up, princess. Need to fuck your pussy,” He almost sounded on the brink of begging and you sighed in admiration as you glanced at his cock.

Rafe took the leaking tip and ran it along your slit. Tapping the head against your puffy clit and he pushed into you. The stretch ached for a second but then the way he hit the deepest spot in you made your eyes roll back.

You wrapped your legs around his waist and Rafe moaned deep in his chest. His lips found your ear, “You feel so good, fuck, I’ve been wanting this. You can take it, atta girl.”

He clamped your thigh down, holding it against the mattress, spreading you as open as possible and his other hand settled lightly around your neck. Your mouth parted and Rafe thrusted harder. Balls thudding against your ass.

“Taking me like a good girl, that’s it. Move with me,” Rafe ordered and you were fucked out completely but obeyed him.

You took his fingers in your mouth when he moved his hand, sucking softly and Rafe smiled at you with his slight smugness.

“Just Fucking your best friend and you’re already brainless. Give it to me, let me have your cum,” Rafe looked down at your connected bodies and gave you a deep roll of his hips.

You let out a sob, tears streaming down your face and mascara running down your cheeks. Your orgasm came like a tidal wave and you buried your face into Rafe’s neck, biting lightly on his shoulder.

Rafe was right behind you, emptying his cum in your pussy and he moaned thickly. His arms squeezed you a bit too tight but it was comforting. You still moved, hooking your knee against his ribcage and flipped him on his back.

Rafe let out a noise of surprise but then his blue eyes were darkened with lust. Your hands ran down his chest as sweat decorated your skin. Your jeweled fingers and bracelets clinked as you teasingly dragged your nails on his shoulders.

“I like seeing you confident. It’s hot.” Rafe smirked and reached up to brush a knuckle against your cheekbone. “Mmm, you’re so pretty y’know? I’ve always thought that. Even with all that on your face.”

You rolled your eyes but gave him a returning smile. Straddling his lap, you gently bounced right above his dick. “Bet you’re just saying that.”

He rested his head back, cupping your ass and meeting your motions. “Nah, you know I mean it.”

“So, what now?”

“We figure it out. But for now,” Rafe leaned up and you felt his abs tighten. “You gonna let me feel that pretty little pussy again?”

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[satoshi-mochida]

Bug Fables: The Everlasting Sapling version 1.2 update now available - Gematsu

Publisher Dangen Entertainment and developer Moonsprout Games have released the version 1.2 update for adventure RPG Bug Fables: The Everlasting Sapling in celebration of the game’s fifth anniversary, the companies announced.

The update adds the following content:

-Fishing in The Fishing Village – Catch worms and reel in some fun!

-New Post-Game Boss Fight – Face off against the heroes of legend in B.O.S.S. mode!

-Team Up with Allies – Watch allies you support join you through a new special medal!

-11 New Medals – Expand your strategies with even more new gameplay-altering medals!

-New Items to Discover – Scattered across the overworld, waiting for explorers to find.

-One New Music Track – A brand-new addition to Bugaria’s already beloved soundtrack.

Vi’s Beemerang now has an option to lock angles to the nearest eight cardinal directions in battle.

A grace period added after falling droplets allows for easier freezing.

Various language fixes, minor balance and bug resolutions, and more!

“This update is a love letter to the incredible Bug Fables community,” DANGEN Enertainment said in a press release. “For those who have already journeyed through the world of Bugaria, this update offers a perfect excuse to return. And for newcomers, there has never been a better time to jump in and experience the award-winning adventure for the first time.”

Bug Fables: The Everlasting Sapling is available now for PlayStation 4, Xbox One, Switch, and PC via Steam, GOG, and itch.io.

Watch a new trailer below.

Version 1.2 Update Trailer

[saltnsugarbear]

ONE MORE ONE MORE - Pulling them closer by the collar of their shirt or their belt - from smut prompt list 1 I think ??

with a Mr. Murdock while he’s trying to leave for work in the morning WOOF

RAAAHHH Matt Murdock i love you so bad!!!

word count: 0.8k

content warnings: pretty tame! gets spicy at the end though!

side note: now feels like a good time to mention my favorite Mikaelson brother is Elijah

come celebrate!

You don't stay the night at Matt's often. Not because neither of you don't want that! It's just that you're only a few months into your relationship, and you guys want to take it slow.

Matt doesn't get much free time to himself either, so you're both stuck with quickies at the office or against the wall during one of your lunches.

Despite that, Matt had taken the night off. From everything.

Waking up to him the next morning is a blessing of its own. His face is relaxed.... Soft in a way you've never seen him before. His shoulders are relaxed, arms tucked under his pillow and face pressed into the satin fabric of his sheets.

"You're staring.." Matt's voice is soft, but it still surprises you.

"Am not..." You whisper back, still watching his face. His eyes flutter open slowly and there's a small grin creeping at the corners of his mouth.

"Your uh... Your heart does this thing, when you're looking at me specifically and it's been about... three minutes of that?" Matt's teasing you but you can feel your face flush. He's caught you red handed.

Matt chuckles softly before he brings a hand to your cheek, smiling wider at the warmth of them.

"Look at you.." He says it like it's something wondrous.

His admiration is interrupted by his phone's robotic voice announcing Foggy's call. You groan loudly as Matt huffs, letting go of your face to roll over and get his phone. You watch his back as he sits himself up, answering Foggy's call. You don't pay much mind to what he's saying, visually tracing the scars on his back and taking in the way his muscles flex.

Matt sighs after he says goodbye to Foggy, flopping back on the bed, his head landing gently against your thighs.

"New client?" You ask him.

"New client.." Matt sighs. You know he loves his work, he doesn't mean anything by his sighing.

"No rest for the wicked," you remind him, bringing a hand to run through his hair.

Matt sighs again before grabbing your hand, bringing its to his mouth and placing a soft kiss to your palm. He places another kiss before rolling himself over, resting on his forearms and leaning in your direction. Without needing much prompting, you give him a kiss to the lips, letting him melt into it before he has to pull himself away.

You watch Matt as he pushes himself off the mattress and crosses the room to his closet, and you think you could get used to spending mornings at Matt's.

"You're staring again.." He tells you off handedly as he pulls out a shirt and pants.

"Yeah, yeah.." You huff, pushing yourself up to sit back against the pillows. Matt places his clothes at the foot of the bed before going to his dresser and pulling out new boxers and two ties.

"Pick one?" Matt holds out both of them for you to choose from. He knows you've found a way to incorporate different ties into his preexisting collection. You've described them to him before, but he likes to have to describe them again after you choose one.

You hum softly, looking at your two options.

"This one," you say, touching the one in his left hand. "It's mostly red, but its got these delicate black swirls... Like marble swirls..."

"Sounds beautiful.." Matt tells you, letting you take the chosen tie and turning to put the other one back in the drawer.

You watch Matt from the bed, as he puts on his shirt, buttoning it up slowly. Like he's trying to tease you. Once he starts pulling on his pants is when your resolve breaks.

"Wait, come 'ere.." You hold your hands out for him.

The way his head perks up is endearing, however he's quick to please, walking around to your side of the bed.

The moment he's within reach, you slip your fingers through his belt loops and tug softly. You don't miss the way he inhales softly as his knees hit the edge of the mattress. Removing one of your hands from his belt loops, you bring your hand to his cheek, guiding him down to you to kiss him.

Matt is more than happy to reciprocate, bringing both his hands to hold your face as he takes the lead. With him playing into your hand, you slip your fingers up from his waist to slip under his dress shirt. Matt groans at your feather light touches, pulling away reluctantly. You can't help but chase after his mouth, pressing quick chaste kisses as he tries to regain his composure.

"Sweetheart-" He manages to get out between kisses.

You hum softly, feigning innocence as you start to trail kisses along his jaw. He huffs above you when you nip gently at his neck.

"I have to go-" You cut Matt off with another quick kiss.

"You can be a little late, can't you?" You ask him, slipping your hand down to his boxer briefs to palm over his half hard cock. Matt sighs heavily against your mouth and you already know he'll stay.

"I can be a little late.."

[maylalupa]

In the heart of Agrabah, where sun-soaked streets wound between markets bursting with vibrant colors, a grand palace loomed above the dusty pathways. Within its walls, Jafar was preparing to enter a new chapter of his life. Today, he was no longer just the Sultan’s grocery boy; he was the Royal Vizier, a title that echoed with power and authority.

As he stood before the mirror in his modest chamber, Jafar adjusted the elegant fabric of the new outfit gifted to him by his beloved twin sister, Nasira. Crafted from deep blue silk, adorned with intricate gold embroidery that shimmered under the flickering candles, the ensemble was reminiscent of the attire worn by their late father, a man Jafar had only come to know through tales and faded memories.

Nasira had burst into his quarters earlier that morning, her bright eyes sparkling with pride. “Look at you!” she had exclaimed with enthusiasm. “Didn’t I tell you, you look exactly like Father! He was wrong to give me his costume; you wear it better than I ever could.”

With a playful swish of her arm, she presented him with the finely tailored garments, the scent of jasmine lingering on the silk. “Your promotion should be celebrated with a gift,” she insisted, her voice rich with affection. “Keep the clothes to remind that incompetent Sultan you’re no longer his grocery boy!”

Jafar smiled warmly, feeling a mixture of gratitude and a twinge of sorrow. It was true that his rise to power had come at a cost. He had spent years among the common folk, enduring ridicule and disdain, his hard work overshadowed by the dismissive attitude of Sultan Ahmed. But now, dressed in this outfit, he felt the weight of those years lift away, replaced by a sense of purpose that surged through his veins.

As he stepped out into the sun, the fabric flowed around him like water, reflecting the changing tides of his fate. The streets of Agrabah seemed to greet him anew; vendors paused to bow as he walked past, their faces lighting up with recognition. “Vizier Jafar!” they called out, some bowing their heads in respect, others whispering in awe. The same streets that once echoed with laughter and scorn now sang his name like a melody.

It was a day of celebration, though not without its challenges. The palace bore the weight of an elaborate banquet in his honor, and Jafar braced himself for the gathering of the kingdom's elite. He felt the palatial walls looming over him, whispers and eager eyes waiting to scrutinize his every move. Would they accept him? Could he shed the chains of his past?

As the festivities began, he entered the grand hall clad in his new garb, feeling the eyes of nobles upon him like a thousand daggers. He straightened his back and lifted his chin, channeling the spirit of their father who had once ruled with wisdom. “Let today mark a new chapter for our kingdom!” he announced, his voice steady, filling the vast room with newfound confidence. “No longer shall I be seen as merely a grocery boy, but as a servant to the people and a trusted advisor to our Sultan. Together, we will steer Agrabah toward a brighter future!”

The hall erupted in applause, and Jafar's heart swelled with pride. He spotted Nasira in the corner, her eyes gleaming with tears of joy, a proud smile upon her lips. It was in that moment he realized that his sister had always believed in him, even when the world had not.

As the evening wore on, tales were shared, laughter filled the air, and somewhere in the distance, the call to prayer echoed across the sky. The night was alive with a spirit of renewal. Jafar now understood that while he wore the mantle of power as the Royal Vizier, it was the love of family, the support from his sister, and the willingness to uplift his people that would truly guide him on his journey forward.

And so, in that vibrant city of Agrabah, Jafar vowed to wield his new title not as a weapon, but as a tool for change. With Nasira by his side, he would not only be a leader for the present but a beacon of hope for the future, forever inspired by the memories of their father and the strength of a sister's love.

Didn’t I tell you, you look exactly like father! He was wrong to give me his costume, you wear it better than I ever could. Your promotion should be celebrated with a gift.. keep the clothes to remind that incompetent sultan you’re no longer his grocery boy!

[littlest-w01f]

Surprise

Rhysand x Reader (Batboys mentioned)

ACOTAR MASTERLIST

BDAY CELEBRATION

Summary: Having your first birthday in a safe home with your brother and his friends

Cw: A little bittersweet between Az and reader, reader got trauma

As you slowly opened your heavy eyelids, a warm glow of morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a golden hue across your cosy bedroom. The air was crisp and fresh, carrying the sweet scent of blooming flowers that wafted from the garden outside. It was a peaceful start to what promised to be a momentous day - your birthday, the first one after Rhysand's mother had taken you and your brother in.

Your mind still foggy from sleep, you stretched languidly beneath the plush comforter, feeling the familiar softness of your bed envelop you like a comforting embrace. A contented sigh escaped your lips as you settled back into the pillows, relishing the rare tranquillity that usually eluded this household filled with high-energy Illyrians.

A soft knock at the door broke the spell, followed by a gentle voice calling out, "Breakfast is ready when you are, y/n darling." Rhysand's mother's words carried a hint of excitement, probably eager to kick off the festivities. The said female was the best second mother you could've asked for, after Rhysand had offered you and your brother a home, his mother had taken you in with open arms. And while adjusting to the new life had been hard for Azriel, you had fit in perfectly with your new family.

Rhysand's mother stepped into the room, her vibrant smile lighting up her face as she saw you sitting up in your bed. She looked radiant in a flowing gown, her dark hair cascading down her shoulders. "Happy birthday, dear!" She exclaimed joyfully, crossing the room to plant a loving kiss on your forehead. Her warmth and affection washed over you like a soothing balm, chasing away the last vestiges of sleepiness.

"Thank you, mama Dalia," You mused, cheeks colouring slightly, you had never experienced this. A mother's love. While Azriel was allowed a few hours to spend with your mother, you never were, nearly physically tied to the family as the only daughter, and your half-mother always had something or the other for you to do so that you couldn't see her. While Azriel was locked away in the family dungeons, you were tied to the kitchen, nothing more than a housemaid.

As she pulled back, her eyes sparkled with the same mischief Rhysand's did. "Rhys wanted to come wake you himself, but I managed to hold him off," She confided with a conspiratorial wink. "He's been buzzing around the kitchen like a bee, determined to make everything perfect for your special day."

"You didn't have to do all that..." You spoke as you swung your legs to the side, stretching your leathery wings out, wings that had been threatened more times than you could even count, if you misbehaved, if you stepped out of line, if you breathed wrong.

"Nonsense! It's your birthday. It's only once that a little faeling turns 17 now, isn't it?" She extended a hand to help you up, her touch gentle yet firm. "Come now, get ready, and get downstairs, breakfast awaits!"

As you reached downstairs, the tantalizing aroma of freshly brewed coffee and sizzling bacon grew stronger with each step. As you entered the dining room, Rhysand was already there setting the table with a flourish. His face lit up when he saw you, violet eyes twinkling with barely contained excitement.

"Surprise!" He announced grandly, gesturing to the lavish spread laid out before you. Famous Illyrian dishes, some High Fae dishes you had only tried because of him, and even a small cake adorned with candles waiting to be lit. "I made all your favorites," He declared proudly, puffing out his chest.

"He just got the eggs and meat," Dalia rolled her eyes at her son, "I did most of it." Rhysands's face dropped almost comically when his mother threw him under the bus like that.

You felt a rush of warmth in your chest at the sight, touched by their efforts to make this day special. You snorted when you saw Cassian sitting in front of a plate of food, too focused on it to notice you.

"Hungry beast," Rhysland teased his friend, playfully flicking a piece of bread at him. "We've hardly started and you're already scarfing everything down. This is about y/n, not you."

Cassian huffed but continued eating anyway, mouth full. After swallowing, he looked up and fixed you with a fond, if somewhat rumpled appearance due to being busy gobbling his food, look. "Hey, happy birthday y/n," He managed between bites. Then his gaze drifted past you, noticing Dalia who smiled benevolently back. "Mama D, these eggs are incredible."

The Illyrian matriarch smiled, pleased with the compliment, "Thank you, Cassian. I'm glad you're enjoying them." Rhysands hopped up to join Cassian at the table, pulling you with him.

As you took your seat beside Rhysand, you couldn't help but marvel at how far you'd come since arriving here. The warmth and acceptance you'd found in this household was a stark contrast to the cold cruelty of your past. Dalia and Rhysand had welcomed you and Azriel without hesitation, treating you both like cherished members of their family despite your origins.

Rhysand reached over to squeeze your hand, his touch sending a tingle through your skin. "I hope you know how much you mean to me... To us, y/n," He murmured softly, violet eyes shining with sincerity. "This is just the beginning of a whole year celebrating you!"

Once seated, Rhysand reached to take your hand, his slender fingers intertwining with yours in a gentle caress. He leaned in close, his breath tickling your ear as he whispered, "This year is going to be different, for both of us." There was a certain urgency, a barely restrained enthusiasm in his tone that made your heart skip a beat.

A blush framed your cheeks as he poured the golden juice into your glass. You cleared your throat softly, trying to regain your composure as Rhysand handed you the glass. His touch lingered for a fleeting moment, sending a pleasant shiver down your spine. You took a sip, savouring the sublime flavour that seemed to dance on your tongue—a perfect blend of honey, rose petals, and a hint of starlight.

As you set the glass down, Rhysand's eyes met yours, a glimmer of something intense flickering within their depths. For a moment, you forgot how to breathe, lost in the depth of those captivating violet eyes. It was as if time itself had slowed, leaving only the two of you suspended in this intimate connection.

The charged atmosphere hung thick between you, heavy with unspoken promises and simmering emotions. Rhysand's thumb brushed gently against your knuckles, the simple gesture conveying volumes without needing words. He leaned in closer, his lips a hairsbreadth from your ear as he murmured, "I've been wanting to celebrate you properly for months now, ever since we realized... Well, you know."

His words trailed off, but the implication was clear. Your birthdays had passed in quiet introspection until recently, when the realization of your blossoming feelings for each other had dawned.

Now, with the weight of that understanding bearing down upon you, every glance and touch held a new significance. Rhysand's hand slid up your arm, his fingers tracing delicate patterns on your skin as he gazed at you with an intensity that left you breathless.

"Darling, where is Azriel?" Rhysand's mother broke the spell, bringing in the last pot filled with food.

You perked up at the voice, looking away from Rhysand, "Yeah... Where is my brother...?"

Rhysand's expression softened, his gaze shifting to his mother as she placed the final dish on the table. "Azriel should be along soon," he assured you, though there was a hint of uncertainty beneath his calm exterior. "He wanted to surprise you with a gift, remember?"

Dalia nodded, her hands moving to adjust the placement of plates and utensils with practised ease. "Yes, I helped him along. He can be quite thoughtful when he wants to be." Her warm smile conveyed a sense of pride and affection for the eldest boy, despite his occasional prickliness.

Just then, footsteps echoed from upstairs, growing louder as they approached the landing. All heads turned, watching expectantly as Azriel descended the stairs, a small, wrapped package clutched in his hand.

Azriel's eyes scanned the room, finally settling on you with a shy smile. He looked a bit nervous, fidgeting with the edges of the parcel in his grasp. Clearing his throat, he began, "Y/n, um, Happy Birthday sis," His voice wavered slightly, betraying his usually stoic demeanour as his shadows curled around him.

With a deep breath, he continued, "I hope you like what I got you." He offered the present to you, his movements hesitant but sincere. "It's not much, but I thought it might mean a lot to you."

As you accepted the gift, Rhysand moved to stand beside Azriel, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Whatever it is, I'm sure y/n will appreciate the thought," He said reassuringly, his voice laced with warmth and brotherly support not giving away what the gift was.

"Oh, I can't wait!" You cheered, ripping through the paper, inside the paper was an intricate box, one you'd had before. You looked up at Azriel, "Az... Is... Is this...?"

"Open it." Azriel prompted, a smile on his face. "You know, twist the lock."

You turned the lock twice, and the little dancer popped up from the box, she was broken, cracked, but moving, and sweet music started playing from the box, hearing the tune tears fell from your eyes, a choked-off sob leaving your lips. "Az... This is..."

Azriel's eyes widened, his brows furrowing in concern as he watched your reaction. "Y/n? What's wrong?" He asked, his voice tinged with worry. Rhysand quickly moved to your side, wrapping an arm around your shoulders in a supportive embrace.

The memories flooded you, the little box your mother had given you, you would listen to it going to sleep and waking up, the turn still played in your head at times. The moment your step mother had gotten mad, she had thrown the box, breaking the dancer and the wires that made it work.

"I… I know it's not perfect, I couldn't hold it still for too long with my... My hands…" Azriel stammered, his gaze falling to the figurine still twirling within its box, he had wanted to repair the box himself, even if Rhysand had offered using his magic. "I didn't mean to upset you."

You launched yourself in his arms, face buried in his chest and you sobbed, "I love it... I love... Love it."

Azriel's arms enveloped you tightly, holding you close as you cried. He stroked your hair soothingly, his own eyes misty with emotion. "I'm so glad, y/n," he whispered, his voice trembling slightly. "I wanted to give you something that meant something, something that reminded you of home and happier times."

As your tears subsided, Azriel pulled back just enough to wipe your damp cheeks with his thumbs. "I'm sorry I couldn't fix it completely," he said, his expression apologetic.

"I... Think I might like it better cracked." You whispered, holding into his hand, stroking the burn scars that covered them.

He pulled you in for another hug, this one a bit tighter, a silent declaration of his love and acceptance. As you stood there, wrapped in the embrace of your twin, surrounded by the warmth and affection of your family, you felt a sense of peace wash over you.

The day wore on, filled with laughter, delicious food, and gifts. Rhysand's mother had got you the order from her mate, the High Lord, to let you train with the rest of males, Cassian, had handmade you some wonky leathers that your adoptive mother had assured she could fix, and Rhysand, he was yet to gift you anything as the night covered the sky.

Rhysand led you outside to the balcony overlooking the city. The stars twinkled above, casting a magical glow over the sprawling landscape below. "You know, I never thought I'd say this, but I'm actually happy you were born on the Summer Solstice," Rhysand remarked, his voice low and husky in the cool night air. "It gives me an excuse to spoil you rotten every year, even if we don't really celebrate."

He stepped closer, his tall frame towering over you, yet making no move to crowd you. Instead, he reached out, his fingertips grazing the curve of your cheek in a gentle caress. "You deserve all the celebrations and gifts in the world, y/n," Rhysand murmured, his violet eyes locked onto yours. "Not because of your birthdate, but because you're an incredible person who brings joy and light into our lives."

Leaning in, he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, the warmth of his lips seeping into your skin. When he pulled back, a mischievous grin played on his lips. "Now, about that gift I promised… I have a feeling you're going to love it, even if it's not exactly traditional."

"You've been teasing me all day... Did you even get me a gift?" You teased, all day, he had been purposefully taunting you, making you believe every box he held was a gift for you.

Rhysand chuckled, the sound was rich and smooth, like velvet against your ears. "Of course I did, you impatient thing," he teased, reaching into the folds of his dark leathers. With a flourish, he produced a small, exquisitely crafted box adorned with intricate silver filigree. The lid creaked open, revealing a stunning necklace inside, a delicate chain supporting a teardrop pendant of pure, shimmering starlight.

"It's a piece of the celestial realm, forged in the heart of a fallen star," Rhysand explained, his voice hushed with reverence. "Legend says it grants the wearer visions of their deepest desires, guiding them towards true happiness and fulfillment." He held out the necklace, offering it to you with a hopeful smile. "What do you think, y/n?"

Your fingers trembled slightly as you took the exquisite necklace from Rhysand's outstretched palm. The starlight pendant seemed to hum with an otherworldly energy, drawing you in with its ethereal beauty. As you fastened the delicate chain around your neck, the cool metal rested against your warm skin, the starlight pulsing softly against your collarbone.

"You truly amaze me, Rhys," You breathed, gazing up at him with wonder-filled eyes. "It... It's so beautiful."

He smiled, his gaze lingering on the way the starlight caught the highlights in your hair. "I know you will wear it well, my love," Rhysand whispered, brushing a stray lock behind your ear.

You reached up on your toes and kissed him tenderly, your lips meeting in a sweet, chaste press of mouths. Rhysand's arms came up to wrap around your waist, pulling you flush against his strong, lean body. He returned the kiss with equal gentleness, his lips moving slowly against yours as if savouring the taste and feel of you.

When you finally broke apart, both of you were left breathless, your cheeks flushed with the heat of the moment. Rhysand's violet eyes shone with adoration as he gazed down at you, his fingers trailing lightly along your spine. A blush covered your cheeks, "Was that a vision?" You whispered as you pulled away. "Or was that real?"

"Maybe we should do it again so you can be sure." Rhysand teased, leaning down to kiss you again. His lips claimed yours once more, this time with a hint of playfulness, his tongue darting out to trace the seam of your mouth before delving inside to dance with yours. You melted into the kiss, your body pressing eagerly against his as the world around you faded away.

When he finally pulled back, you were left dazed and breathless, your heart racing in your chest. Rhysand's eyes sparkled with mischief as he grinned down at you, clearly pleased with the effect his kisses had on you.

As Rhysand's lips claimed yours once more, the world around you melted away, leaving only the two of you entwined in a dance of passion and devotion. His tongue swept across your lower lip, seeking entrance, and you welcomed him in with a soft moan.

The kiss deepened, growing more urgent as Rhysand's hands roamed your curves, mapping the contours of your body with hungry desire. You clung to him, lost in the intoxicating flavor of his mouth, the hardness of his chest pressing against your softer one.

Breaking the kiss, Rhysand's breath came in ragged gasps as he stared down at you, his eyes blazing with an intense, all-consuming need. "That was definitely a vision," He rasped, his voice thick with longing. "One I want to experience many, many more times."

His strong arms encircled your waist, lifting you off the ground as he spun you around in a dizzying circle. Laughter bubbled up from within you, mingling with the cool night air as you twirled, your dark hair flying out like a banner.

Rhysand's laughter joined yours, a deep, resonant sound that echoed through the quiet streets below. He set you down gently, but kept you close, his hands splayed across your lower back as he nuzzled your temple with his nose.

"We should do this more often," He murmured, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. "Be lost in each other's arms…" His words trailed off into a soft, seductive whisper that made your knees weaken.

Rhysand waved his hand, and the little music box surrounded you with it's tune as the two of you stoof under the start sky, lost under the enchanting melody, you lost yourself in Rhysand's embrace, the world narrowing down to the two of you swaying in perfect harmony. The music box's delicate notes seemed to weave a spell around you, filling the night air with a hypnotic rhythm that matched the beating of your heart.

As the hours slipped by, the camp slumbered on, unaware of the secret serenade taking place high above its streets. But you and Rhysand were worlds away, transported to a realm where time stood still and nothing existed beyond the thrum of the music and the warmth of each other's bodies as you stargazed.

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[knock knock]

Atlas: It’s open!

Aspen: Tonton! Phoenix: She’s obsessed with that word now, so I’m pretty sure that’s just your name for the foreseeable future. Atlas: Better than ‘Asses’.

Dawn: I’m so happy to see you. Where’s Ash? How is he doing? Atlas: He’s okay. He’s taking a minute upstairs. I was just about to go check on him.

Aspen: Can I play? Spencer: Sure!

Atlas: Ash? Asher: Yeah.

Atlas: Well, this is new. Asher: What is? Atlas: You being the one to sneak away.

Asher: Now I know why you do it so often. It’s peaceful. Atlas: Yeah, it is. Dinner will be ready soon, but we have a few minutes. Can I join you? Asher: Sure.

Asher: We need to get a bigger apartment. Atlas: We do?

Asher: Yeah. I can’t keep using my parents’ house as storage, and it would be nice to be able to have all my stuff in one place. And if we’re serious about this company and this game, then we’ll need room to work. And you know that one day, when I’m ready, I’m gonna want to get another dog.

Atlas: I figured.

Asher: Jasper only lived here because this was his home, and I wasn’t going to downsize him to an apartment. But I will want the next one to live with us, and we can’t have that where we are now. Atlas: [lets out an exaggerated sigh… only half joking] You’re going to let that dog all over the furniture, aren’t you? Asher: You know it. On the sofa, even sleeping in our bed. You’re gonna hate it. Atlas: [breathes a laugh through his nose] Can’t wait.

Atlas: So, is this what you’ve been thinking about the whole time you’ve been up here? A new apartment? Asher: [shrugs] Kinda. It’s the only thing that keeps me from spiraling. Atlas: Spiraling about what?

Asher: [sighs] I just… I feel awful. I should’ve been here. I don’t know if he was in pain or scared. I should’ve been with him, to comfort him. He needed me, and I wasn’t here, and now he’s gone. [voice cracks] And I miss him so much.

Atlas: I know. Come here.

[knock at the door] Megan: Everything okay? Asher: Yeah. Fine. Megan: Dinner’s ready if you want to come down. Asher: We’ll be right there.

Asher: Fuck. [sniffles and wipes his eyes and nose with his sleeve] Okay, we should go. Atlas: Listen, if you want to hold off on the announcement— Asher: No. I don’t want to do that. It would feel like we’re keeping it secret or something. Besides, it will be nice to have something happy to celebrate.

Atlas: Okay. Let’s do it, then.

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[📝ENG translation] The Finnish festival summer will be scorching hot next year - a new festival headlined by the Eurovision Sensation.

A legendary festival is making a comeback in Finland next summer with Joker Out as a headline artist. This post will summarize two articles to tell what is all of this about. There were few articles published in the media but these two will summarize the main points.

English translation by @niini5 and @drugsforaddicts, review by @saallotar proofread by X klámstrákur.

The Finnish festival summer will be scorching hot next year - a new festival headlined by the Eurovision Sensation

Original article written by Jarkko Fräntilä for Rumba, published 19.11.2024.

Happening in Mikkeli!

Dinosaurock, which started in 1987, and Jurassic Rock, which began in 2007, are getting a successor. Dinosaurock comes to Visulahti, Mikkeli,from August 15 to 16, 2025.

The first 12 artists to be announced for the festival have now been revealed. The lineup includes names like Joker Out, Ismo Alanko, Sexmane, Stam1na, Etta, Sara Siipola, Irina, Eevil Stöö, and Mikkeli-based BRHG. Additional programmes will be revealed soon.

The band, which rose to international fame with their song Carpe Diem in last year's Eurovision Song Contest, visited Finland for the first time in 2023. Joker Out performed to sold-out audiences at Olympia, Tampere, at Logomo, Turku, and at two shows at the Tavastia Club, Helsinki. The tickets were sold out in no time. The band performed at Tavastia¹ in the early 2024.

¹Translator note: Concert location in the early 2024 was Kulttuuritalo, Helsinki

Dinosaurock's Aikainen Lisko (Early Lizard)-tickets are on sale from today, 19.11.2024, onward. You can find the event's website here.

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Dinosaurock of Visulahti makes a comeback next summer - organising the festival are Jurassic veteran Mikko Jokipii and Jonna Vuolle from Mikkeli

Original article writte by Anssi Mehtälä for Mikkelin Kaupunkilehti, published 19.11.2024.

A dream had for many years of many live music lovers in Mikkeli is about to come true next summer, on on the 15th and 16th of August to be precise.

Mikkeli will then once again host a rock festival, and in what many even consider to be the only right venue too, Visulahti Travel Center.

On Friday and Saturday, around a dozen domestic and foreign artists will perform in Visulahti, of which about half will be announced at this stage.

Among others, Stam1na, Ismo Alanko, Bloodred Hourglass, Sexmane, Irina, Saimaa, Mokoma, Etta and Eevil Stöö will be coming to Visulahti.

One international guest has been confirmed so far: Joker Out, the Slovenian indie rock band that made a name for themselves at the Eurovision Song Contest in 2023.

The band has since visited Finland, performing for instance twice at the Tavastia club in Helsinki and at Ruisrock last summer.

“We are still looking for two or three international performers. The essential thing is that they'll strengthen the festival's repertoire” says Mikko Jokipii, one of the festival's creators.

The festival carries a name that can only be described as legendary, Dinosaurock.

The organiser is a joint-stock company of the same name, founded this autumn and backed by Jurassic Rock's long-time background figure Mikko Jokipii, who is also a film producer, Jonna Vuolle from Mikkeli, and Mikko Linnansaari, who has extensive experience in festival production.

“Our goal is to create a great event for the people of Mikkeli, a celebration of life and joy. It will be a medium-sized rock festival with lots of fun things to do.”

“As a Mikkeli resident, I feel really great to be able to create an event like this with great professionals” festival's producer Vuolle sums up.

“There has been a tremendous amount of positivity about this everywhere.

Let's take a look at the festival history of Mikkeli.

Dinosaurock was a festival organised by the live music association Melmu in Visulahti between 1987 and 1990. It revolutionised Finnish festival culture with its high quality, diverse lineup and relaxed atmosphere.

The Jurassic Rock festival, on the other hand, was held from 2007 to 2018, first in Visulahti and then in Kenkävero.

The new Dinosaurock can be seen as a continuation of the work of Jurassic Rock, which many still fondly remember. So why the name Dinosaurock?

“Dinosaurock is the original rock festival from Mikkeli. We want to honour that, it simply felt better to return to that name” explains Jokipii.

“Additionally, the name Jurassic Rock is now owned by Sanoma Group. It’s better that it stays there” Vuolle adds.

“In any case, our Dinosaurock aims to be liked by both Dinosaurock and Jurassic Rock visitors” Jokipii sums up.

The two-day event is being built in line with its predecessors, as a warm-hearted event.

“Visulahti has always been important to me. It was the number one aspect of Jurassic Rock and once the venue was moved to Kenkävero, the event wasn’t the same for me anymore” Jokipii says.

Visulahti will have two stages, a bigger and a smaller one.

“The planning of the festival area is already underway. Now we are scouting the best possible locations for the stages and other infrastructure” Jokipii says.

Services will cater to even the most demanding audience.

“The time has changed quite a lot since the early years of Jurassic Rock when it comes to festival services. At the same time, the customer expectations have risen regarding the quality of food and drink sales, accessibility, and VIP services. We are working hard on these aspects in collaboration with Visulahti” Jokipii reveals.

The organisers are pleased with the reception the festival project has received. The preparations were started well in advance.

“At the beginning of summer 2023, I was in contact with Mikko for the first time, when I got the idea of organising a music event in Mikkeli.”

“Due to Mikko having a busy schedule with films, the idea was left to simmer and the serious planning of Dinosaurock began this spring with the first meetings in Mikkeli” Vuolle explains.

“It feels like Mikkeli’s music scene now has a space for at least an event of this size” Jokipii describes.

“People everywhere have been incredibly positive about it. Ticket buyers, concert organisers, bands, everyone has been totally like, “Yeah!” And yes, the word ‘legendary’ has come up quite a few times” Vuolle laughs.

This positive reception has also convinced the organisers that the project is worth pursuing.

“If the feedback had been more along the lines of ‘meh, I’m not sure’, we probably wouldn’t even be talking about Dinosaurock right now” Vuolle says.

Mikko Jokipii and Jukka Holmstedt were posing with the Visulahti dinosaur in 2007. (Ph: Taru Hokkanen)

Next summer, the organisers of Dinosaurock expect to attract approximately 5000 people per day.

“It’s a modest goal. But we want to create an event that grows sustainably, if it grows, and that it can be organised practically, repeatedly, and every year” Vuolle notes.

“The program is curated so that every performer matters. And, of course so that the selection is diverse and interesting” she concludes

Dinosaurock’s ‘Aikainen Lisko’ (early lizard) tickets are now on sale today, November 19, 2024. A limited number of tickers are available here.

[bl0ss0mlily]

something to celebrate the new twst anime announcement :)

[murfpersonalblog]

Jfc it FINALLY breached containment. 👏

Hopefully AMC sees the ramifications of what egregiously tone deaf & historo-culturally ignorant & racially insensitive behavior looks like in this fandom.

Crap like this is what Black fans in particular have been going through for the past 2 years since S1--ever since Jacob Anderson's casting was announced.

And AMC hasn't helped, when their press coverage by journalists & influencers & even the cast members themselves have deliberately skirted around topics of race, and how that affects public perceptions of not just the present IWTV adaptation, but also its 1994 predecessor.

Rolin Jones said multiple times that he didn't want his project associated with that disgusting period in American history, cuz "who the f**k wants that?" What on earth would possess someone to think it was a good idea to prop up a fictional slaveowner's effigy at an IRL plantation in the wake of Black Lives Matter protests that worked so hard to dismantle and take DOWN images that celebrated slaveowners & KKK members in this racist country? Even the UK had HUGE BLM rallies in the midst of the 2020 pandemic that went viral online & in international news--British protestors even shoved a public statue of a British slave trader into the harbor! So why are y'all UK fans acting brand new, as if y'all never heard of plantations & slavery before!? Cuz you're LYING! You just don't CARE!

This is what happens when no one is encouraged to actually sit down and THINK about what it means to have a story about a 150yr-old gay Black man; who was born barely a decade after the Emancipation Proclamation; who lived during Reconstruction, the Black Laws & Jim Crow.

No, it's not AMC's job to educate y'all about the history of slavery, racism, Jim Crow, race riots & lynchings; or how that all affected the lives of the Black diaspora of NOLA's Storyville--let alone its permutations in 1940s Paris. Read a dang history book before you come to someone else's country & step in some mess that could land you in a effing news article. Google & Wikipedia are free.

AMC, let this be a lesson to you. This is what happens when Louis de Pointe du Lac is WRITTEN color-consciously on the show, but TREATED color-blindly by the network, journalists, and fandom.

[keep-both-eyes-on-trump]

Trump Watch #8

Matt Gaetz has withdrawn his name for consideration for attorney general after allegations of sex trafficking and drug use threatened to impede his confirmation by the Senate. He posted on X that “it is clear [his] confirmation was unfairly becoming a distraction to the critical work of the Trump/Vance Transition.” 

Trump has picked Dr. Mehmet Oz to serve as the administrator for the Centers for Medicare and Medicaid Services (overseeing Medicare, Medicaid, children’s health insurance, and the ACA).

Oz was a prominent cardiothoracic surgeon who became a celebrity doctor with his own daytime series, “The Dr. Oz Show.”

He has a history of endorsing “dubious” and “controversial" products and treatments on his show. 

He promoted the use of hydroxychloroquine and chloroquine to treat COVID-19; a treatment theory that was debunked. 

He has, in the past, supported the idea of universal healthcare, but has since revised his stance saying uninsured individuals do not have a right to health. 

Trump has nominated Sean Duffy as transportation secretary. 

Duffy is a former member of the House, former district attorney in Wisconsin,and recent co-host of “The Bottom Line” on Fox Business.

He is also a former reality TV star and staunch defender of Trump on cable news.

He has little to no experience in the transportation field.

Trump has chosen Matthew Whitaker to serve as ambassador to NATO. 

Whitaker is a former attorney who also served briefly as acting attorney general during Trump’s first term.

He is likely to share Trump’s opinion that the US is carrying an oversized share of defense spending compared to European allies.

He has little to no experience in foreign or military affairs.

Trump announced Pete Hoekstra to be the US ambassador to Canada. 

Hoekstra is a former congressman

He served as ambassador to the Netherlands during Trump’s first administration.

The Watcher

[rainbow-wolf120]

Guys, the new EdenOnline update goes crazyy

[toniko]

me when my omniscient reader has no viewpoint

[roaringroa]

soon

[roxygen22]

You know how everyone thinks Timothee looked sick/tired during the Dune event last night? Maybe a fic where he’d actually not feeling well and has to miss it and he’s extremely bummed but reader wants to him to rest because he’s been working so hard for his next project Marty supreme and it’s taking a lot out of him. Physically and mentally.

Thx ☺️ love you 😘

🥰 I hope you don't mind a slight tweak where he did go to the event but came home wiped out and irritable.

Written from female reader perspective.

Most Meaningful Role

You could sense Timothée's foul mood before he even reached the front door after the Dune 2 Q&A. It was evident in the little things - the speed at which he pulled into the driveway, how hard he shut the car door, the muffled growl when he dropped his keys trying to get inside. If he was a cartoon, you would have seen a little dark storm cloud floating above his head.

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The aura of the room changed dramatically as he stepped across the threshold. He never even verbally responded to your greeting. Instead, he flopped down on the couch next to you and laid his head on your lap.

You softly gazed down at the boy turned friend turned love of your life, trying to exude calming vibes to counter his ire. You noticed the purple circles ghosting his eyes masked the beautiful constellations of freckles you adored. Out of habit, you extended your hand to play with his hair, but you hesitated ever so slightly due its new shortness before diving into the longer locks at the top.

Timothée noticed, rolled his eyes, and sighed heavily. "I know, I know, my fans don't like it either."

You gently tugged his hair to turn his face toward you. "They don't understand how much you sacrifice for your roles. How much you put your heart and soul - and health - into your craft. I- I'm worried about you."

He scoffed. "I'm fine."

"No, you're not. You are exhausted all the time. I don't even remember the last time you came home happy. The last time you had the energy to go out on a date or a walk in the park or..."

You were interrupted by a low, exasperated grumble. Timothée sat up quickly and walked away from you to the kitchen island, all but slumping as he leaned with all his weight on outstretched arms on the counter's ledge.

Fed up, you continued. "Remember. I was here, watching you starve yourself for Beautiful Boy. I was here as you went straight from Bones and All to Wonka to Dune 2 to ACU, and now Marty, watching as your poured your energy into your fans and work instead..." you paused, unsure whether you should continue down this path. "Instead of us. I can't believe they still have you doing press for Dune anyway. Isn't it a bit overplayed by now?"

You instantly cringed, knowing you had crossed a line as you saw his shoulders tense, which blunted your surprise as Timothée slammed his hands down onto the cold marble counter with enough force to rattle the silverware in the drawers below. He turned on his heel, insult clearly written on his face.

"Over-? Guess which movies paid for that brand new car of yours in the driveway, huh? Or this house?!" he snapped back heatedly.

"Timmy, I-"

He held up his palm to cut you off. "No! I had to listen to you rant. Now you get to listen. Acting is the ONLY thing I feel a little bit good at. Take that away, and I-" his voice faltered. "I have nothing," he finished quietly.

In the deafening silence that followed, you visibly deflated, shrinking into yourself and hugging your knees on the couch.

"That's - UGH!" Timothée groaned and scrubbed a hand down his face. As you stared down at the plush carpet, you saw him tentatively pad closer in your peripheral vision. He sank to his knees when he reached the couch, looking up to lock eyes with you.

"That is *not* what I meant, Peach," he stated in a much calmer tone. "Without acting, I- I have nothing to offer. To you. The world. This face," he said, pointing to his own, "won't last forever. I have to make the most of it while I still look young."

"You're going to age prematurely if you keep up your current pace," you quipped tersely, breaking his gaze by moving your head to rest your chin on your elbow. "It won't be the end of the world to be typecast into the settled and married dad role, especially if that is what you are."

Your heart was nearly beating out of your chest. This wasn't how you wanted to tell him, but your emotions got the best of you.

Timothée sat back slightly. "I'm not a..."

You could almost hear the gears turning in his head. You shifted to look at him once again, your eyes now bloodshot from holding back tears.

"Dad?" he breathed.

You nodded. "I took a test this morning. Wanted to tell you when you got home."

"Oh. Oh, Peach! That's- I- " Timothée stammered. "You- we- we're going to have a baby?" he repeated with bewildered excitement. He practically launched himself from the floor, throwing his arms around you and peppering your cheeks with kisses while you laughed. He pulled back and held your face in his large hands, gently wiping a stray tear from the corner of your mouth with his thumb.

It was heartwarming to see genuine happiness light up his face once again, even if just for a fleeting moment before his eyes fell to the ground. "This should have been a happy occasion, but you are probably going to look back at this moment and just remember me yelling at you. One of the most important moments of your life, OUR lives, and I stole the wind from your sails." Now it was his turn to cry as he rested his forehead on your knees.

You gave him a moment to wallow, using the time to carefully think through what you wanted to say. You carded your fingers through his chocolate locks. "Timmy, you will *have* to slow down and take care of yourself if you are going to play a meaningful role in your child's life and mine. Pun intended. Is- is that still a role you want?"

Timothée moved to rest his chin on your knee so he could look up at you with his red-rimmed puppy eyes. "More than anything."

He pushed himself up from the floor to sit beside you on the couch. "May I?" he asked nervously, gesturing his hand toward your stomach. The corners of your mouth pulled into a soft smile as you nodded, to which he replied with a huge grin. *This* was how you had pictured this moment.

Timothée gingerly placed his hand on your belly and laid his head on your shoulder, idly rubbing semicircles with his thumb. He exhaled a contented sigh while you resumed watching the sitcom his arrival interrupted. Within just a few minutes, his idle movements ceased, and soft snoring began. Amused, you rested your cheek against the soft pillow of curls atop his head.

"Rest while you can, love," you whispered as you laid your hand on top of Timothée's on your stomach and let out a contented sigh of your own.

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DELICO 'S NURSERY" new illustration by Hiroshi Nishikiori to celebrate the anime (Cour 2) announcement!

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