#threads: jake oliver

[heartofasoldier]

jake's home w/ @tcintedsvcrets — jake oliver

It was late in the evening when she heard the front door of her brother's home open and close before the soft footfalls of her brother made their way down the hall. Pulling her headphones from her ears, the brunette looked up to find Jake's gaze as he made his way into the living room where she sat on the floor between the couch and the coffee table, sketchbook laid out in front of her. "Hey..." she drawled, offering her brother a small smile in greeting before motioning to the kitchen behind him. "I made dinner -- it's in the oven, the least I could do since you've allowed me to stay here. Which I promise won't be for long, just till I get some accommodation sorted."

[heartofasoldier]

The answer was evidently written accross his face before the words even surpassed his mouth and it was like the air was instantaneously knocked from her lungs as a broken sob escaped her. She really was gone. "It was a public event --- there were people everywhere, how could she just, how could someone..." Bowing her head she wiped hastily at her face before looking back to the officer. "Tell me you know who did this... that he's being questioned and locked up as we speak."

If there was anyone else that Jake thought to protect as much as his own family - it would always be Jesse's. No matter the state of their friendship - no matter what happened, Isabella and Violet were as much his own sisters. And though he'd already braced himself for seeing her in the wake of Daniela's murder, he wasn't prepared for the way his stomach sank as she pleaded with him. "Bella.." he said softly, features baring the ache he felt all his own for the mess the island had been thrown into, "Bells, I'm so sorry." He reached out, a hand curling gently around her shoulder, "I know how much you loved her."

[oculiaperticlausi]

juliana's place w/ @tcintedsvcrets — jake oliver

Juliana grabs the take out bag from the delivery guy, handing him a twenty. "Keep it," she smiles as she turns around and shuts the door behind her. "Finally, I thought I was going to starve to death." She teases in a low tone, knowing Sofia was falling asleep in his arms. She walks over and places the bag down on the table and glances from him to the baby in his arms. Ever since she found out that he was her father, it made her heartache each time she saw them together because... She really didn't know how to tell him. She didn't want to complicate thing between them and after what happened between him, Scarlett and Jesse less than two months ago. "She loves you." She whispers.

[ominoose]

𝐅𝐢𝐱𝐞𝐝 𝐅𝐚𝐫𝐞

Pairing: Jake Lockley x GN!Reader Summary: Boyfriend Jake drives you to work in the cab, insists you find a way to pay. Warnings: Smut WC: 1.3K

S/o to @reallyrallyauthor for the old lil chat we had about this and @silver-night-m for reminding me of it and reading over this <3

The day was already dragging on, and it was only 9am. 

Sleeping through the alarm before work was one thing you could potentially manage to bounce back from. Spilling coffee down your shirt after burning your meager breakfast of toast, not so much. 

Enter Jake, cab keys spinning around his index finger and barely suppressing a grin. He was the most attentive boyfriend one could dream of, seeming to possess some inner alarm that rang the moment you were even slightly miffed.

“Need a ride querido?”

Drops of rain obscured your view of the world beyond the taxi window, but you didn't need to see to know how dreary it was. Jake truly was a godsend, keeping you dry and snug within the warm taxi that seemed to permanently retain the new car smell alongside the faint fragrance of his cologne. 

The taxi crunched over stones and shuddered to a stop outside your workplace, the engine humming faintly.

“Thanks so much babe, I owe you one.” Some of the earlier tension had left you, the man seeming to have some innate ability to soothe you.

Although the morning had been a disaster, Jake had managed to salvage some of it for you. Instead of wanting to call the entire day quits, you now had the will to make it through until at least lunch without committing workplace assault.

“No hay problema, that’ll be £10.50.” His voice always took a more warmer, gravelly tone when he spoke his native tongue.

“Sure thing,” you giggled, hand on the door handle, seat-belt already unbuckled, “See you when I’m home babe.”

A sudden sharp click came from every side of the car. The doors had locked.

“Ma’am, I’m afraid you cannot leave if you don’t pay.” 

Normally his dry banter would force a smile onto your lips, no matter how much you wanted to grump, a power he used and abused. Today didn’t feel like a day you’d be in the mood to joke.

“Jake, I left my wallet at home! I’m already late, let me out.” “Well…” The rumbling drawl lacing his voice cut through your attempts to miraculously shake the door open and shot straight between your legs, “Maybe you can pay another way.”

 Hair slapped against your face as you whipped around to face him, eyes wide and cheeks flushed. A relaxed smirk adorned his olive skin, naturally, and dark brown eyes raked over the entirety of you.

Before another breath could be drawn his lips were crashing onto yours, molding softly yet passionately. Goosebumps erupted across cold skin as leather gloves smoothed up the curve of your thigh, fingers digging into the soft inner flesh and stopping just short of where you very suddenly needed him.

And then he was gone.

“Jake-”

“Chica. You are the one paying me, eh? Tut, tut, trying to wiggle out of paying a poor working man.” The words were punctuated with a few pointed pats on his inner thigh, those same dark eyes now crinkling with mischief. 

You knew what he wanted. It was hard to pick apart the desire and annoyance. Maybe they were one and the same, but in the end there was only one way this was going to play out.

A final dubious glance was cast at the fogged up windows, the pedestrians barely visible beyond, before your hands were unbuckling his belt.

You were already late as is, and blowing Jake was better than blowing up at the annoying guy at the desk next to you.

Jake's hands were already threaded through your hair, gently rubbing your scalp with his thumb in endearing familiarity. A low, gravelly hum was drawn from deep within his chest the moment his hard cock was bobbing free from his trousers, the heady musk enticing you as a silver thread of precum leaked from the brown tip.

The taste of salt bloomed across your tongue and your thighs automatically clenched. Slowly your head took the entirety of him, sliding him against the flat pad of your tongue, almost pressing an open kiss against his pubic base.

Satisfaction was evident by the way he sighed. You could practically picture his head leaning against the headrest, eyes closed, not a trace of his usual tense demeanor. There was power in knowing you were the only person in the world that could bring him to total bliss and freedom.

When you pulled back and began bobbing your head at a leisurely pace, his breaths became huffs and his fingers tightened against the crown of your head. Jake wouldn’t dare gag you down without approval, ever the gentleman, and it was a small, intentional inaction that endeared him to your heart.

Wet squelching noises filled the cab as you sped up, passion and absolute adoration for the man before you pumping through your veins and filling you with the need to take care of the man that was always the caregiver. The need to show him the intensity in which your heart beat for him had your throat clenching around his length as you took him to the hilt again and again.

He must’ve felt it if the sudden sound of leather being strained and him keening into your mouth was anything to go by. Jake was nearing his limit already, a man who was usually so composed even during a blow job was now a panting mess. It was clear he was in a losing battle with himself, his hips bucked slightly off the seat before he forced himself down, fingers clenching then unclenching in your hair. 

Usually he’d mutter encouragement, telling you how good your mouth was, you were doing so good, his bebé. Now he could barely get a full word out, his mind too far gone to even translate to English.

“Si- Si mi amor… Eso es todo- Bien, muy bien... Por favor, nena, por favor..... Sí.”

Jake always came with a strained groan, choking out a breath then straining to take it back in. The salty yet pert cum hit against the back of your throat, triggering your gag reflex and for the first time Jake tugs at your hair to pull you back. 

Tears blur your vision entirely but the feeling of tissue dabbing at your mouth assures you that you don’t need sight or any other sense. Jake will take care of you, even after the most mind blowing blowjob of his life. A fresh tissue dabs gently at your eyes, revealing the rare, charming sight of Jake with tired, drooping eyes saturated with love. 

“Maldito mi vida, it was only a £10 fare.” The words were playful, but his voice was soft, quiet. Raw.

“Thought I’d tip the best cabbie in London.” That got a smile from him, his thumb stroking over your jaw. If you squinted you could’ve swore his eyes glossed over, but before the thought lodged itself he had already sat back, sliding his gloves on.

“Gracias, cariño, but you’re now an hour late. Better hurry if you want to afford any more rides.”

Panic flooded over the moment as you scrambled to gather your things, smooth yourself down and stumble out of the car, shouting love yous and thanks to him over your shoulder as you book it to puppy-eye your boss.

In your haste you don’t notice the way the taxi lingers, the driver smiling to himself and shaking his head before he pulls off of the pavement and loses himself in the traffic.

[oliverreedmasterass]

My GVF Predictions for 2024

Sam will attempt to grow a beard similar to George Harrison circa 1970. He'll nearly get there, but when he starts braiding it, his friends and family tell him to shave it off

A new music video will come out for either Sacred the Thread or Farewell for Now out of the literal blue

videos of Danny singing Bon Jovi in a Nashville karaoke bar will unearth

Josh will get another piercing

GVF will issue an apology, revealing that they accidentally deleted the files for the Broken Bells music video

Jake will commit to speaking in nothing but latin for an entire interview

Some cryptic sign will be dropped that Oliver Reed isn't dead

Something's gonna come out of that mystery song that they've been playing during their jam sessions on stage, I swear

Josh is gonna try to bring back shoulder pads and he may or may not pull it off

At least a few members of GVF will accidentally make their way into the background of a Mastercard commercial like Michael Clifford did in 2014

Danny will get another tattoo of something goofy, like a frog playing a banjo or a dorito bag

Sam will want to get a tattoo too, but talk himself out of it while it's happening so he's left with a dot tattooed on him, which he calls a freckle tattoo

GVF will release a new curated spotify playlist, but it's just Nicki Minaj's Pink Friday album

Josh will tease a new short film about space pirates with Jake cast as the evil, latin-speaking three headed villain

New outfit debuts all around for the next leg of the Starcatcher tour, including more capes, more sparkles, and more chains

Josh has spent their entire break trying to figure out how to apply pyro to his microphone so he can shoot shit out of it, which he will test during their next performance

GVF holiday single drop, but they're all giving their worst Frank Sinatra impression and it's a clusterfuck

[star-girl69]

My Heart Never Knows

a/n: thank you all so much, truly, for every like, reblog, comment and all of your support! thank you for thinking about this story, about caring enough to read it. i hope you all enjoyed, and i hope you all enjoy this final chapter!!

check out my new series “Keep Me Ablaze” for more jake x neytiri x reader content!!

warnings: mentions of death, mentions of blood, mentions of injury, mentions of mating, tell me if i missed anything!!

Chapter Twenty Six- My Heart Knows

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“There,” Jake murmurs, using his knife to cut Kiri’s binds.

Tuk breathes heavily next to you, burrowing into your side and crying slightly. You can’t blame her- she is young, so young, and she almost died tonight. She gasped when she saw your wound, ran forward and hugged you and hasn’t let go since.

Neytiri keeps murmuring and pressing her hands to your face, something about fever, about infection. You smile and tell her you’re sure you’ll be fine. You survived that much, why not this?

“I…” Kiri starts, and when you look up, her eyes are fixed on you. “I’m sorry I couldn’t hold on.”

“Oh, Kiri. Don’t- don’t blame yourself, baby, our hands were wet and the current was strong- fast.”

“Yes, but-”

“Don’t think about the past. Look-” your eyes trail over, seeing Spider slowly climb up onto the rocks. “Look towards the future, yes?”

She frowns and follows your eyes, until her face melts into one of relief, softens, and she gaps. “Monkey boy.”

Kiri reaches toward him as he approaches, easily placing her hand on his chest. She smiles wide, and Jake is wary when he stands. The battle was tough on all of you, no matter how well they hide it.

Spider looks down and breathes heavily, mask hissing with each breath he takes. You can hear him living, you realize. Like a heartbeat.

He places his hand over hers until Jake puts his hands on Spider’s shoulders, turning him.

“You alright?” his voice is rough, raspy from the battle and the swimming. He is still not a good diver, but he knows how to breathe.

“Yeah,” Spider replies, nodding as Jake’s hand curls the back of his head, pressing him to his stomach.

“C’mere,” he grunts, pressing Lo’ak to him as well.

You smile at the sight, grab for Neytiri and place your hand to her knee. She’s tense, still on high alert, but you splay your fingers and hear her let out a breath.

“Blood…” Jake whispers, and your eyes drift to the cut on Spider’s chest, “for blood.”

—-

It’s funny, you had explained to them, how all of you had bled during that night. Everyone in your family had a cut or scrape, something from where they bled from. Neteyam scraped his leg on the rough metal of the ship, Tuk, Kiri, and Lo’ak’s wrists bled from the restrains. Neytiri was scraped during the fight, Jake bled when he fought Quaritch. Spider’s chest bled and your side still aches from the bullet grazing you.

The walk to your sisters mauri is not as joyous as it should be, not as happy. You have always associated your sister with something like that. Maybe not wuite happiness, but a certain calm, a peace. Instead, you’re solemn as you trail behind Jake, ready to make your announcement. It will be hard to leave- but it is for your family.

“My family and I,” Jake rasps, “are leaving tomorrow. We’ll move on. Far away from here.”

Ronal’s mouth parts, and she looks to you, waiting for confirmation. You nod, bite your lip.

She shakes her head.

“You, Jake Sully, as much as I may not like it- you are the mate of my sister. My family is your family. Your family is mine.”

“You,” Tonowari says, low, “are Metkayina now.”

He reaches his hand out to Jake, an olive branch, a thread, something that will intwine all of you together forever. Jake grabs it after a moment, and Ronal’s face falls into a smile.

“My sister,” she says, and brings you into her arms.

—-

“We are Sea People now. This is our home.”

“Yes,” you hum, fingertip tracing the scars on his chest, the dirt warm beneath you. Jake lays on his back, but he props himself up to his elbows. “Is that bad?” You pull back, draw yourself up and support yourself on your own arm.

“No,” Neytiri says from across you, fast, like it was second nature. “We will be anything, as long as our family is together. As long as you are with us.”

Jake reached out, puts his hand on your face. “I just… I see it, now. I See it. I thought I could save our family by running- but I can’t. We have to make a stand. Hold our ground and fight.”

His thumb swipes your cheek, comes away smeared with a speck of dirt. This ground, this tree, this place where you mated- it holds a memory of that in the ground. Holds a bit of everything.

“Our family is stronger now. Our fortress.” Neytiri whispers, reaches forward and grabbing your hand, grabbing Jake’s. He closes his eyes, breathes in deep. The way you taught him.

“I spent so long not knowing. Never Seeing. But…”

Neytiri smiles, squeezes your hand, but Jake’s eyes are still closed. He’s still savoring, still living and breathing.

“My heart knows you, my heart knows our family. I know.”

His eyes open just as you speak, so much conviction in your words, so much running and finding and losing and gaining behind them. So much love, so much life.

“I did not know that this would happen, that this would be my family, but I’m better for it. My heart never knows, but it lead me to you. My heart never knows.”

—-

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[kristallbluemchen]

Okay! Ich hab Bock auf nen Thread für Nolin Songs (Happy, sad, destructive, hopeful, mir schnurz, alles was ihr mögt und für passend haltet!)

Haut eure favorites raus und lasst sie uns sammeln!

Love Situation (911) - Blanks

Ich würd‘ lügen - Kayef (irgendwie mehr Noah pov but still about them)

What you do to me - Blanks

love should be easy - Zoe Wees 

Hold on me - Ella Henderson

Back to December - Taylor Swift

Midnight Rain - Taylor Swift

You‘re losing me - Taylor Swift

Love lies - Khalid & Normani

Let somebody go - Coldplay & Selena Gomez

Letzter Song - Cro

Falling - Cro

Dich - Cro (OMG Leute! Hört den euch an und schaut dann noch mal Folge 1047!)

C'est La Vie (Graham Lake Edit) - Graham Lake

Scream - WTRGRL & Zhone

Just friends - Nuno Freitas

Gravity - Michael Johnston 

Just You and I - Tom Walker

Flash mich - Mark Forster (Ja, der obligatorische Mark Forster Song hat es auch in meine Playlist geschafft)

The heart wants what it wants - Selena Gomez

Sorry - Justin Bieber (fragt nicht)

Wish I could forget - SLANDER, Blackbear & bring me the Horizon

Dream Boy - Waterparks

Closer - Waterparks

Kiss me - Sixpence None the Richer

Smile again - Blackbear

You be love - Avicii ft. Billy Raffoul

Miss you - Oliver Tree & Robin Schulz

Lost without you - Kygo & Dean Lewis

Unendlichkeit - MilleniumKid & JBS

Mit dir - MilleniumKid

Dir ist es egal - MilleniumKid (AUA)

Until I found you - Steven Sanchez & Em Beihold (unser inoffizieller Endgame Song 💔)

Heaven - Bryan Adams

When you‘re gone - Bryan Adams ft. Melanie C.

Please forgive me - Bryan Adams

It must have been love - Roxette

Listen to your heart - Roxette

Liar - LOWLIVES

Let Em Go - Matt Hansen

Break my heart - Matt Hansen

Without you with me - Matt Hansen

Dead the day you‘re gone - Matt Hansen

Where you belong - Matt Hansen

Can‘t stop loving you - Phil Collins

True Colors - Phil Collins

Weißt du - Rowli

Durch die Nacht - Francis

Close to you - Dayglow

Had me @ Hello - Luke Benward (don‘t ask aber der Song ist gut)

Mine - Michael Gerow

Broken - Isak Danielson

Don‘t think twice - Hikaru Utada (any Kingdom hearts Fans here? 👀)

Alone Pt. II - Alan walker & Ava Max

Falling stars - Fabian Schuster

Missed chance - Fabian Schuster

Strangers - Jake Cornell

Count me out - HART (not really sure about that one but it kind of fits?)

Clarity - Zedd ft. Foxxes

I‘d rather die - Lost stars (das ist so Noah!)

Vertigo - Lost Stars

Something just like this - The Chainsmokers & Coldplay

no more days alone - Isaac Anderson

[beguines]

Nationally, coal miners continually played a vanguard role. In 1897, although perhaps as few as four thousand miners belonged to the national union, two hundred thousand miners answered the UMWA call and struck, stopping 70% of national soft coal production, resulting in a national agreement with a 33% wage increase and an eight-​hour day. This victory, by many accounts, spurred other workers in the United States and Canada to organize. The leadership of the union, conservative in temperament, with an extremely militant constituency generally sympathetic to radicalism, was often of two minds. This is revealed, among other ways, by how it went about mobilizing support for the 1897 strike. Foner emphasizes that President M. D. Ratchford requested aid from Socialist Party (SP) leader Eugene V. Debs, especially in Pennsylvania, where SP organizers played an important role in aiding the strike. Taft chooses to highlight the degree to which Gompers and the AFL contributed money and organizers, playing a particularly active role in the formerly non-​union fields in West Virginia, continuing to aid the union financially, even after the strike. Both emphases, of course, are one-​sided, although each is factually accurate as far as it goes. Miners continually chafed at the conservative, class-​collaborationist orientation of the national leadership, never, however, succeeding in overthrowing it. At the 1910 UMWA convention, for example, they opposed the alliance of the AFL and former president John Mitchell with the business-dominated National Civic Federation (NCF), forcing Mitchell to resign from the NCF or lose his union membership. Although an exception had been made regarding the industrial jurisdiction of the UMWA in the 1901 Scranton Declaration by the AFL, the miners' organization as a whole continually agitated against the craft orientation of the parent organization, sponsoring resolutions, at AFL conventions, sheltering the radical Western Federation of Miners from craft union assaults, and even running John L. Lewis for AFL president against Gompers in 1921. Hatred for Lewis, however, was so intense among many radicals that some even supported Gompers against Lewis for president. The schizophrenic nature of the UMWA, exceptional militancy of miners, classwide feelings of solidarity, and sympathy for radical ideology, combined with a conservative class-​collaborationist leadership who sometimes expressed the more radical strains of the mineworkers, form a continual thread in the history of the union, playing an especially important role in the labor upsurge of the 1930s and 1940s, a legacy in which John L. Lewis fits comfortably—​which many mistakenly attribute to his idiosyncratic personality.

Miners were among the first southern industrial workers to organize. The Knights of Labor was active in coal in Texas, Alabama, Tennessee, Kentucky, and West Virginia. Their struggles were as militant and dramatic as those we have come to expect of miners everywhere. The 1891 Coal Creek Rebellion in Tennessee epitomizes this. When the Knights of Labor contract expired at the Briceville mine near the town of Coal Creek, the company attempted to break the union, locking out the miners, evicting them from company housing, and bringing in convicts to work the mines. Merchants and property owners who depended on miners for their livelihood, along with miners, armed themselves. When the government called out the state militia, armed miners and other workers from around the state converged on Coal Creek, disarmed the militia, freed the convicts, and burned the stockade to the ground. Armed confrontations continued to occur, including one at Oliver Springs in 1892, where train crews refused to move troop trains to the mine areas. When Jake Witsen, a Black mine leader was killed, thousands of white miners and neighbors attended his funeral. Although these struggles were eventually defeated by the mobilization of the U.S. Army and the deputizing of large numbers of vigilantes, public opinion was so aroused against the use of convict labor that the legislature—​which had initially supported convict labor by a large majority—​ was forced to abolish it. The specter of armed miners converging from around the state, supported by farmers and townspeople, and the overwhelming majority of public opinion in the state constituted one of those rare situations in which the need for social stability trumped the extra profits to be gained from the use of prison labor in the mines. Both structural and associative power reinforced each other to gain this victory.

Michael Goldfield, The Southern Key: Class, Race, and Radicalism in the 1930s and 1940s

[nightwhispcrs]

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ — here's my post-hiatus/new season starter call for my muses that could use more threads! at least some of these will have a fall/autumn theme and for my sanity many of them will probably be set at my muses' place of work.

adam newman, 33, senator & coffee shop owner — ( 1/3 ) drusilla

arnold novak, 28, socially awkward landscaper — ( 1/3 ) helaena targaryen

craig manning, 23, musician & photographer — ( 2/3 ) emily junk, nettles

gael martinez, 29, artist — (2/2 ) nie huaisang, kauul hilo

irina denali, 28, vampire esthetician law school student — ( 2/3 ) nettles, lucy westenra

dr. jack shephard, 35, spinal surgeon — ( 2/3 ) carlisle, pildo

jim hopper, 45, private investigator — ( 2/3 ) jihyo, joel miller

lenny pierce, appears 25, twilight oc hybrid — ( 1/2 ) astrid hofferson

michael guerin, appears 31, space alien cowboy — ( 2/3 ) jake wheeler, martin blackwood

monica geller — ( 1/1 ) dain aetos

naomi pierce, 34, luxuy smuggler socialite — ( 1/2 ) kenna

ramona flowers, 25, vintage store manager — ( 2/3 ) helaena targaryen, evie grimhilde

dr. reid oliver, 37, asshole neurosurgeon — ( 0/3 )

roman roy, 36, bar owner — ( 0/2 )

sarah walker, 29, cia agent — ( 3/3 ) mia winters, dale cooper, will graham

sue storm, 31, meterologist — (2/3 ) kate carter, yoon jisoo

violet baudelaire, 24, mechanical engineer — ( 1/3 ) archie kennedy

zoe rivas, 24, actress & wine bar host — ( 2/2 ) gina porter, jeremiah fisher

[terracottaheart26]

Here’s Chapter 1 of Ya Amar!

Pairings : Marc Spector x F!Reader, Steven Grant x F!Reader, Jake Lockely x F!Reader

Genre: Fluff (angst and smut in later chapters)

Summary : About 6 years ago, Marc Spector had a small whirlwind romance fling with a young woman after leaving home, though he fears attachment and leaves her behind. When he finally meets her again after 6 years, along with a few surprises, could he bear to face her and reveal his truth?

A/N : Hello! I wanted to say hi to the fandom and just introduce myself, I’ve been writing fan fiction for as long as I can remember, but I was a little shy to do so in this case despite me being a huge Moonknight fan, so finally I jumped the gun and decided to try and write something I’ve been thinking about for the last year, and even have done drawings for, thanks so much for giving it a read and if you like it I’ll try and write more!

Hushed whisper, stolen kisses. A gasp of her breath. Rough hands grasping smooth skin, a giggle echoing off the thin walls. He could feel her soft skin under his hands, the warmth radiating off of her. Her sweet sounds melodic to his ears as he handled her.

“Marc” she whimpers to him, hands grasping his shirt while his own wander down her stomach, sucking a bruise onto her neck. Oh how he enjoyed that sound, nipping her skin and hearing another gasp escape from her throat. Rough hands pulling off her sleep shirt with ease.

“Bed” she pleads, her own hands tugging his shirt and wanting to pull it off of him. Her eyes pleading and watery from the attention, lips bruised from his own, she was flushed. He wasted no chance and hoisted her up into his arms. Finding a bed and shutting the door behind him.

He unbuttons her jeans, pulling them off her as she’s thrown onto the bed. Her mischievous smile when he crawls on top of her, blue eyes gazing at him as he finally………

6 years later……..

Marc awakes from his sweat stricken sheets, threading his fingers through his hair. He sits up with short gasps, feeling his heart race. Silently cursing to himself. He hadn’t thought of that, thought of her, in years. He just hoped no one else had been awake-

“What was that mate?” Steven asks in disbelief. A little flushed from what he assumed was a dream, though it seemed way too real to have been just that. He’d been resting himself when those images and sounds flashed thought out the headspace. A little red from it too.

“Who was that?” chuckles Jake, with a smirk in the mirrored image from the fish tank. He knew a good time when he saw one, and it gave him another chance to mess with the main alter over this sort of thing. He remembered Marc having a past before khonshu and everything but he didn’t know he’d go and do a thing like that.

Marc waves them off, trying to get his normal heart rate back, calm down the raging hard on from that memory. That one summer. It was long ago, it was hot, he’d been alone with ‘her’, crouching down even more at the memory of her. Before Khonshu, before his alters ever revealed themselves, before Layla.

Dark hair, olive colored skin, and her eyes. Oh how they bore into his soul the moment he found her. He sighed, getting up from the bed to pour some cold water on his face. Both alters bickering back and forth a bit to try and get an answer out of him. And he wouldn’t budge no matter how much it was eating at him.

“It was years ago, it wasn’t long, just……” “But…..bollocks…….that didn’t look like just a one time thing “ Steven interrupts with wide eyes, though Jake couldn’t say the same.

“Hermano, looks like you were having fun”

Marc flushed a bit at that comment. Knowing the the smile that would be on Jakes face from that comment. But honestly, they didn’t know the half of it. Or the entirety of it. It wasn’t a one night fling, the whole affair lasted a month at most. He’d been lost, wandering a good amount of time after he’d left home, and he was stuck. Unable to find his way out of the northeast. He’d met her then on a stormy night, unable to find shelter so late at night.

She’d offered him a room at the boarding home her grandparents ran. Pure luck she had room for him. She was patient and understanding, touching him when needed to help him around the large home. He’d smiled a little more in her presence, enjoying her cooking, and she’d dragged him outside to enjoy the fresh or and the garden her family he grown. They were alone however, grandparents off to a long vacation, tensions rising,no one else in sight, and a late night in the kitchen led to…..well…..

Of course it’d led to a month of flirting, hidden kisses in the dark. Her showering him with affection and he shyly receiving it. It wasn’t bad however, it felt, nice. Nice to be wanted. He couldn’t help the smile always growing after her own. After everything, the last few weeks,he watched her sleep one night, content from what had happened hours before, but he’d felt an ache in his chest. Was he allowed this? Was he allowed to find her and be happy?

His mothers voice, angry in the headspace, it made him shrink. Marc hated this, but he’d left that night, not leaving a word, a note or even a number, just his name. The next day it would be just a memory.He didn’t look back, became a mercenary, made a promise with a god close to death, even got married and divorced, and now here he was, memories of the past flooding him.

“Listen, doesn’t matter, I’m not going back, and it’s been a long time, bet she doesn’t even remember me” Or at least he’s fooling himself thinking it’d be best that she forget him altogether. He shrugs off his frustrations, using a towel for his face and throwing it aside before heading straight back to bed. He laid his head back on the pillow and hearing a soft-

“She was pretty though wasn’t she, mate?”

With a heavy sigh, closing his eyes, Marc could only answer back.

“Gorgeous”

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Steven had woken up with the body the next day, heading out of the apartment to do some grocery shopping. He’d woken up that morning after what happened last night, a flush to his cheeks, and decided to just forget asking Marc to grab some food. Yet found there was really nothing to eat. It was difficult however with everyone’s different tastes. He groaned with the constant back and forth among the other two alters when deciding what would be best for dinner tonight, but kept quiet and did his best by buying whatever was requested.

Arms filled with bags, he’d gotten a hold of the smaller one but it managed to slip through his fingers. Unable to see where it had gone, he turned with a small wince hearing the glass bottle break in the bag itself and hoping there wasn’t much of a mess. Praying it wasn’t the soy sauce for tonight’s dinner.

“Oh my god! Need any help?”

His ears perked up, that voice sounded familiar. The bickering in his head finally stopped. Marc was silent, Jake began asking questions. He peered from behind the bags to spot a younger woman crouched down, carefully grasping the bag and what was left of its contents, eventually getting up to eye level. Olive skin, dark raven hair, and her eyes……

They recognized those eyes. From Marc’s memories. Here she was, standing before them. Marc’s breath caught in his throat, praying for Steven to leave, or say something! But he was frozen on the spot. What could he say? What can he say in this situation?

“Here you go, hope nothing else is ruined…..” her voice drifted off, her eyes widening. “Marc?”

[mangora]

Finally watching episode 9 so here are some live notes:

•Aiden falling over when Tess gave him the water bucket was a peak visual gag

•Alec??? Alec hello???

•Yul with Kai’s shirt…toxic yaoi scraps…

•Oh my god fuck this guy

•Grett you poor baby holy shit???

•LETS GO RIYA GO OFF QUEEN

•Riya looked up to Grett omg…

•FUCK HIM UP ALEC oh my god I hate Yul Grett needs to dump his sorry ass

•I don’t really know how I feel about how they’re portraying Gabby’s mental health. Idk it’s just kinda off

•I love Jake but how much longer are we going to do this TomJake subplot fuck me it’s so boring

•The Ally and Jake beef is kinda sucky too. Also what’s Jake been doing for the last nine episodes if not trying to improve? Wh

•Jake I could fix you

•Tom’s totally lying about his boyfriend huh

•YEP okay

•Also Aiden and Tom bonding over their scars is kinda cute

•Tom still thinks about him??? Okay we’re getting somewhere I’ll let them cook

•Emily I love you so much Emily. Trevor too. Power friendship

•Girl why are you eating a raw carrot. Creature

•I’m still sad that we didn’t get any real Jake/Ellie interactions after they set up a rivalry between them in season one. Come on. Toxic friends. Or rivals who can’t let go of a past platonic bond

•When are we going to get a non-elimination episode it’s been like eight eliminations in a row now I think

•Jake…buddy…

•FUCK EM UP GRETT

•“Ok ok I’m sorry” immediately when Ashley tells him what to do. He’s such a lapdog I love him

•TESSALLY CRUMBS

•JAKE!! FUCK YEAH KILL HIM!! HE’S SO BACK!!

•I’m so proud of him

•Tom <3 I don’t really like him this season but he’s still my cutie patootie yk

•ALLY BABYGIRL YOU DID IT

•Can you guys tell who my favorite team is yet

•I feel like Gabby isn’t really acting villainous yet. Kinda let down on that front tbh

•Yul kinda seems vaguely attracted to Tom

•If Riya goes home…

•Why has no one voted for Yul yet

•Sorry but when did Grett like make up with Gabby? Wouldn’t it make sense for Gabby to still hold a grudge against her for season one? She holds grudges, we know she does, she did it in season one and she’s doing it now

•Listen I get Gabby’s anger but Tess, Aiden, and Tom are right like all of these people would betray Gabby at any other point given the chance and Alec fucked Ellie over multiple times

•Man I miss their friendship actually

•IF RIYA GOES HOME…

•OH MY GOD IS IT TESS

•FUCK

•ONC stop voting off some of your strongest characters before the merge challenge fuck off I’m so sick of these eliminations

•Gabby kinda ate tho

•“Someone say bye to Ally for me” sobbing

•Gabby you’re so babygirl I’m going to miss your friendship with Tom so much

•OLIVER’S BACK

•Wait are Tom and Jake going to talk next episode then? I mean I guess I’m excited but…also not really because it’s probably going to end how it always does. With them just moping and not resolving anything. Augh

Overall the episode was okay I guess? Animation is wonderful as always but I’m really sick of the same like three plot threads being drawn out and of an interesting character going home every single episode without being fully developed beforehand. I feel like the writers— as much effort and love as they’re putting in— aren’t very organized and could use a lore Bible or a clearer outline, because some plots and character arcs are just dropped randomly, and some aren’t resolved in a very sensible or well-paced fashion. That’s not to say the writing is entirely bad, the writers clearly have some good ideas and the dialogue gets better every episode, but I think they need to balance the story better and plan out what they’re going to do with each character more effectively— it would also be nice to have some more relationships between characters instead of each character having 1-2 focal relationships with a few vague allies or enemies outside of that, considering how much time we have left with the season still. But that’s just a matter of preference on my end, I <3 complex relationship webs.

[wvsteria]

so i wanted to take this time to do a text call. but i’m doing it v specifically so as to not add like a million threads to my drafts lol. 

guidelines are as follows!

text requests are to only be from muses that would plausibly have each other’s phone numbers and have probably texted before. 

must have some kind of context to it like to talk about a plot point or just not be empty chatter. (this is to help with limiting how many text threads are floating around so i can focus on my actual threads)

requests are limited to 4 per mun ! 

though there is no limit to how many texts i’ll do for each of my muses

dani powell | aurora perrineau | 32 | she/they | aware | prodigal son tara carpenter | becky g | 19 | she/her | not aware | scream bucky barnes | sebastian stan | 32 | he/him | not aware | marvel kiara carrera | madison bailey | 22 | she/her | aware | outerbanks jacen solo | jacon elordi | 27 | he/him | aware | star wars rue | taylor russel | 20 | they/them | aware | the hunger games alaric saltzman | andrew koji | 34 | he/him | aware | the vampire diaries

sabina palpatine ( @svnlvght )

willa lykensen | chandler kinney | 20 | she/they | aware | disney's zombies roxanne weasley | vanessa morgan | 21 | she/her | aware | harry potter rachel green | haley lu richardson | 27 | she/her | not aware | friends lucrecia | danna poala | 20 | she/her | aware | elite lorenzo st. john | michael malarkey | 140/looks 27| he/him | aware | the vampire diaries penelope park | lulu antariksa | 18 | she/they | not aware | legacies mouse honrada | malia pyles | 18 | she/they | not aware | pretty little liars: original sin gwen blake | zendaya | 20 | she/her | aware | the black phone antonia dreykov | brittany o’grady | 25 | she/her | aware | marvel hayley marshall | phoebe tonkin | 33 | she/her | not aware | tvd/the originals kate bishop | hailee steinfeld | 23 | she/her | aware | marvel aj campos | jenna ortega | 19 | they/she | aware | crush justin russo | alejandro puente | 26 | he/him | aware | wizards of waverly place padme amidala | alexandra daddario | 27 | she/her | not aware | star wars

bail organa ( @svnlvght )

cindy berman | abigail cowen | 25 | she/her | not aware | fear street part II stu macher | noah centineo | 18 | he/him | aware | scream enid sinclair | sabrina carpenter | 18 | she/her | aware | wednesday marie clay | lana condor | 193/24 | she/her | aware | the vampire diaries/the originals oc azula | meng ziyi | 22 | she/her | not aware | avatar: the last airbender calcifer | nico hiraga | 25 | they/them | not aware | howl’s moving castle oliver queen | richard madden | 36 | he/him | not aware | dc’s arrow theo crain | may calamawy | 34 | she/they | aware | the haunting of hill house heron lyptus | dacre montgomery | 30 | he/they | aware | harry potter oc jake peralta | andrew garfield | 39 | he/they | aware | brooklyn 99 riley matthews | simay barlas | 18 | they/she | aware | girl meets world isla hufflepuff | alisha boe | 22 | she/they | aware | harry potter oc samara palpatine | kaylee bryant | 24 | she/they | aware | star wars oc

[oculiaperticlausi]

Eyes drift toward the Ferris Wheel, moments from crossing a line that could have changed the outcome of everything. He thinks about the smile on her features in those final little moments. He should have made her come with him when Bella sent the SOS text. He was sure the two of them could have teamed together to take care of her, the confession the blonde told him was not one that would leave him either. He stares at the ground, his hands dangling over his knees. He can hear the sound of doors closing, the wheels squealing against the pebbles. He drifts his gaze to Jake, nodding his head slowly. He thinks about the man who brought him into his house after his father died... he didn't protect his daughter. He pushes his hands against the curb, standing up. He raises his arm up to wipe the tears away from his eyes as he nods his head again. "Okay."

@tcintedsvcrets

Jake had seen some fucked up shit in his life. In the years he spent back on the mainland investigating organized crime rings and then the time he spent undercover and while walking into this scene didn't exactly scrape the barrel from his own experiences, it was still undoubtedly difficult to stomach. And not something that the island had ever seen before. Already, the domino effect had set in - despite being in attendance to the festival, Jake and his team were already on the move. Quickly, they'd closed down the exits and ensured that all that remained could be questioned - however, he'd yet to leave the scene. And wouldn't, for as long as Atticus needed him there, whether he asked or not.

Nobody who lived in Marina for even a single month, could claim they didn't know how close Atticus and Daniela were - rarely one without the other, the moment he'd found out the identity of the body, the detective had been on the lookout for him in the crowd. The last thing he needed was to see Daniela like that - to remember her like that. The tightened grip he held on the other was barely enough to keep him from breaking past him; even without needing the identification after Dylan confirmed it there was no way that Jake could sleep at night without giving Atticus the moment he needed to keep him from second-guessing. Stopping the medical team as they wheeled her out on a gurney, he muttered a silent warning before allowing the white sheet to be pulled back just enough that he could see her face (sans as much of the apple they could remove at the time).

It was always the anguish that got him, the shattering, harrowing sound of loss that emanated from this kind of grief, and though Jake couldn't protect him from feeling it, he'd do everything he could to protect him from anything else that night - and all those to come. By the time Atticus had undoubtedly sobbed until his throat was hoarse, the crowd had begun to disperse. Waiting to be interrogated or lingering in the hopes that someone would claim it was all a joke, the detective remained, keeping people clear of the grieving friends left behind. "Atticus," he murmured lightly, "I need to go and see her dad." Undoubtedly, Daniela's brothers had already heard the news, but formally, he was required to report it to the family, "I don't want to leave you here alone, do you want to come with me?"

[oculiaperticlausi]

fright fest w/ @tcintedsvcrets

Juliana glances down at Sofia in the stroller. Her phone buzzes against her side, her hand reaching in to pull her phone out. She reads the text from her mom informing her that she was on her way to get the baby and that she should stay out... enjoy the night. She didn't imagine staying any longer after six since the one person she wanted to be around didn't want to be around her. She lifts her eyes up in time to see him walking up to them. "Oh... hey..."

[majesticfem-fashion]

I aint even Tripping SHAWTY. (I aint even MAD)

Featuring: BaddieSzn, Ctrl Ling, Galagher, 21Threads

ʙᴀᴅᴅɪᴇsᴢɴ 💎 (@baddieszn22.sl) • Naveah Ponytail Located at Dreamday

Comes in Evo-x (Hair base is included)

Also Blogged: Canape C'ape Headphones Located at the fifty.

CtrlLing (@ctrl.ling) • Waves Pose Located at Cakeday

Static bento pose!

👚Nicoly Marchetti (@nicoly_galagher) • Ellie Top Located at Cosmopolitan event (then Mainstore)

Comes with Hud for fatpack with 10 colors/Patterns

Rigged For:

✅Larax

✅Reborn

✅Legacy

Demo-Demo-Demo

👟21 Threads 🧵 (@21_threads.sl) • White Orange Olive J1s Located at Mainstore

Rigged For female male and kid sizes.

✅Maitreya ✅Gianni

✅Reborn ✅Jake

✅Legacy (F&M) ✅Youth

✅Kupra ✅Peach

✅Gen-x ✅ TD

UNRIGGED.

Let's go SHOPPING!

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Ciao♥

[oliverreedmasterass]

Oakland SCWT Recap:

My cousin said the instrumental music they play at the start of the show made him feel like he was waiting in line to go on a Disneyland ride and he’s so right

After The Falling Sky Josh was like “I hope we passed the audition” (nice Beatles nod there dude)

Josh introduced Lover, Leaver by saying “We’re gonna do a harder one now, just pure sex” and then Jake tore into the opening notes

Sam and Josh had their dawgs OUT for basically the whole show

Sam kept trying to tune his bass while playing his solo on Lover, Leaver and Jake and Josh were off to the side of the stage, pointing and low key laughing at him

I think Josh might have been held up backstage when he left during the Lover, Leaver jam session because he was singing along while offstage

Danny was having a field day spinning his drum sticks around, standing up behind his kit, and sticking his tongue out

Jake for the most part stayed off the catwalk…I think he’s still scarred from the amp

Josh stopped mid-monologue to tell a fan in the pit that he loved them, and he grabbed a necklace from someone and put it on in the middle of a song

Jake did the Rockin Robin riff and we got Rhapsody in Blue from Sam and Danny before Light My Love!! They also did their finger wiggle thing at each other when Danny came back on stage for the encore

Jake also played a bit of Norwegian Wood before Meeting The Master and I almost died

Danny’s solo went HARD and everyone chanted “DANNY! DANNY! DANNY!” When he finished, he pretended to shoot an arrow over to the b stage where Sam and Josh were applauding him. Josh mentioned that was the first time they got the timing right on that one

Sam and Josh chugged tequila on the b stage

Josh introduced Jake as a rock n’ roll Sherpa again before The Archer

Jake was literally on fire playing the guitar. Oh, and the stage caught on fire again - a stage hand had to come out with a fire extinguisher

Also god with that long tail on his coat, he was leaning a little bit too close to those flames during The Archer…I was so stressed out

Josh needed someone to carry his train behind him when he re-entered the stage for Sacred the Thread

Jake got really into his solo during Farewell For Now and had to book it back to Josh at center stage to sing the harmonies

Danny was singing along and mimicking Josh for holding out the last line of Farewell For Now

Someone in the pit had a sign that said Resurrect Oliver Fucking Reed and I love them

I’m pretty sure Sam and Josh pretended to either fence or play badminton or something on stage after their last song, and Danny did a pretty impressive golf swing. Jake tried to chuck a pick into the stands on the right side, waved, and then took off

That’s all I can remember right now but GOD they put on a hell of a show!!!