#threads: t. martinez.

[survivedsarchived]

there's a voice down in a deep, dark place within him that tells travis he doesn't deserve this. it's a fierce, unrelentless monster, a whisper in the back of his skull, but no syllable ever goes unheard: it tells him, in a gleeful sneer, you'll ruin this, too. he tries to ignore it, bury it beneath more immediate thoughts, recounting to himself their surroundings — the moon, full and bright above, reflecting off the metal bed of the pickup they're sitting on; alden so near, the scent of wood on his jacket; the single lock of hair curled across his forehead, igniting in travis a desire to card his fingers through his hair, mess it up more; alden's hands, roughened by the day's work but gentle as they caress his face. it's all nearly enough of a distraction, the way his thumb works in slow circles, loosens the tension in travis' shoulders and makes him exhale a near-content groan... but there's that voice.

his hands tremble in their hold on alden's shirt. fingers squeeze tighter, in some fruitless attempt to ease the tremor, but it only worsens, that familiar panic fluttering in his chest. embarrassment flushes his cheeks a deep red beneath alden's hold, and, shakily, travis moves closer in an attempt to mask it: pressing his forehead to alden's, a held breath burning in his throat for a beat before he manages to force it out.

his chest rises; stills; falls. it's not even breaths, normal breaths — but it's better.

even enough that travis can manage to say, a little quietly — not as quiet as that inner voice, but it's not much more than a scratchy whisper in his throat — with a slight smile, “you gonna kiss me, or what?” @doomdays

[doomdays]

his head looks down,  unable to look at her as she tells him his brother loved him.   he doesn’t know if he wants to hear that.    he can’t tell if that makes it better or worse  —-   maybe knowing his little brother loved him is some reassurance,   something to keep with him,   to remind him that no matter how rough their relationship had gotten in the last few years,  and especially in the last few months,   they’d always share the love of a brother.    but maybe if javi didn’t love him,   maybe if he wasn’t always trying to prove himself to travis,  maybe if he hadn’t been as good as he was—-  he’d still be here.    

so he says nothing,  clenching his jaw,  trying to force himself from shedding any more tears.   he’s always hated showing any real emotion around any of them — except for anger,  annoyance,  because those things came easy.   but actually revealing how sad he is,   how confused and lost and petrified he is,   that’s much harder because of what they’ve done to him before,  because of how easy it is for him to find himself on the outside.    but since javi died,  he’s almost wanted to,   like they deserve to have to look him in the face and see what they did to his brother.   but like it always does,  that shame and the fear of being perceived at all creeps back up,   and he finds it much easier to keep his distance instead,   let anger take over as is always more comfortable.   he doesn’t feel the need to hide away from her,  entirely,  because of javi.   because when javi didn’t know how to talk to anyone else,   he still found peace in her,   so travis wants to try that,  too —  even if this is all he can give her,   one conversation to try to express his gratitude that he can hardly process himself.

he’s ready to object again,   because it feels disrespectful,   taking something of his that he gave to someone else in her time of need —   while travis always took his drawings for granted,  especially the ones he gave him personally.   why should he get to have this, now?   but then he hears the word ‘please,’  and he finally looks back up at her,   his eyes widening because he’s not expecting this from mikayla.   but maybe he never really knew her at all,   just as he barely knew javi.   ❝  are you sure?  ❞    he finally asks,   his voice cracking in a way that makes his cold cheeks suddenly feel warm,  but he pushes past it.   ❝  if it helped you—   i don’t know if i can  .  .  .    ❞    he stops himself,   his jaw clenching as he looks back down at the drawing.   he doesn't want to argue about it,  knows that she’s doing this to try to help him,  and it's more than he can say about the others who don't know how to even look at him.   his eyes close briefly as he tries to center himself before finally nodding his head,   a shaky hand reaching out to grab the drawing from her.  

he gulps,   desperately holding back tears,   not wanting to make this any more awkward than it already feels.   ❝  — thanks,  ❞     he mumbles,   bringing his other hand up and pushing his hair back,  trying to move on,   trying not to dwell on the ache in his chest as he holds this drawing in his hand.    ❝  did he ever .  .  .  ❞     he stops himself,   already regretting asking,   but for his own piece of mind,   he has to know.   ❝  like,   um.   talk to you?   since he—  ❞    since he came back,  he doesn’t finish,  because there’s no relief in thinking about a time when they found him alive—- not when his story ended like this.

the coward in her almost wishes that travis hadn't approached her at all, because for as much as she's wanted to say something to him for days, she doesn't know how to now. had things only gone differently, maybe she'd know— if only javi would have lived, she could have told travis how she understood why he did what he did when shauna had that knife to nat's throat, how she would have done the same thing — she would have done worse, even — if it had been tai instead. but that doesn't feel like something she's allowed to comment on now, not when it turned out so horribly for him. she wonders how much he regrets it, if he wished he would have let her die instead. but even she knows better than to ask.

she doesn't know how to talk about javi to travis, mostly because she herself doesn't fully understand her own relationship with him. the foundation of it is something she can't even fully remember, all memories of the first night they bonded, when javi was still capable of speaking, fuzzy and unobtainable, but the feeling she had still lingered, and she assumes the same was true for javi, too. she'd hoped to ask, one day, how much he remembered, but she realizes now that she'll never have the chance.

it's not too often that mikayla's completely silent, but for once, she doesn't even attempt to lighten the mood, because she doesn't think it's possible. if she had a younger sibling, she thinks she would have done the same thing— taken them for granted, brushed them off as annoying, all things she's seen other families do. but she doesn't say that, because she doesn't think it'll help. but if he wants to talk about javi, she'll listen, even if it hurts.

“ he loved you. ” familial love is a concept she's entirely unfamiliar with, but she knows that what she's saying is true, at least. she saw it in the way javi went to travis after he didn't pull the card, the relief in his face when he realized that they wouldn't have to lose each other. it makes her sick to think about now. “ so even if it was for me, i— i think he'd want you to have it. ” he deserves it more than she does, even if a part of her, selfishly, doesn't want to give it away, knowing that once it's his, she'll have nothing left of javi. but she knows it's the right thing to do, and while she's never cared much about that before, always one to put herself first, she wants to do it, for him. “ please, ” she says, because she doesn't think she deserves to have it back, to keep it. maybe the guilt won't feel so heavy if it's not hers. “ he gave it to me when i felt— i don't know, alone. it helped me. maybe it can help you. he'd want that. ”

[kurosaaki]

what is happening in Valencia (Spain)?

More than 200 people have died and 2000 people are missing since the catastrophe that happened in Valencia, Spain, a couple days ago.

Valencia is one of the most popular and beautiful regions in Spain, often visited by lots of international — and national — tourists to have a great time in the summer.

Meteorologists said a year’s worth of rain had fallen in just eight hours in parts of Valencia — specially, in small towns — this Tuesday. In Spain, this phenomenon is called “Dana”, which is basically a “cold drop”, which causes saturated air to rise rapidly, leading to heavy rain, thunderstorms and tornadoes to happen.

For reference to americans: hurricane milton caused 27 dead, these massive storms in valencia caused more than 90 deaths in a region that is much, much smaller... the weather services warned about the danger, and political authorities still did nothing to send people home from their jobs. the civil alarms reached our phones at 8pm, when many were already trapped in cars, basements, malls, factories. the loss, especially human loss, is incalculable (from: @/woundposting on tumblr)

People who worked overnight for big companies were not even able to go back to their homes and ensure their safety — some of them, lots of them, even lost their lives in that same night. It has been three days now and there are still more reports of disappearances and deaths, and the government is NOT acting like they should. This is a tragedy, which could have been avoided if they only did one thing right, and no one is taking responsability — not the government, not the big companies who didn’t let their workers go home, no one.

It is always the working class people who help the working class people.

Since this is a situation that has took the whole country by surprise and horror, I will put more info under the cut if you want to know more, and if you want to donate to some gofundme’s.

Horta Sud is a county in Valencia that has been the most affected by the floodings. People are leaving their houses because they're scared of the infrastructure getting damaged and even walking by foot to Valencia capital to get food.

Letur (Albacete) is a town that has been destroyed by the floods. You can help rebuild it by donating to this gofundme that's directly coordinated with the town hall.

Hambre Cero is a Spanish food bank non-profit that was founded after the earthquakes in Indonesia. They're currently active in Palestine and Lebanon but they'll also be giving food to those who need it in Spain.

El Refugio de María a dog shelter in Sueca (Valencia), is completely flooded, leaving the dogs visibly distressed and without a proper place to sleep. You can donate to their PayPal: maria.g.may@gmail.com

Protectora San Antón is a shelter for cats and dogs in Jerez de la Frontera. It's flooded and the animals don't have a comfortable place to sleep in. If you live in Spain you can bizum them @ 635011715. If not, PayPal protectorasananton@hotmail.com

Help Sara and her family rebuild their home in Valencia:

there are many more links in twitter. the ones i have put here in this are from a thread posted by @ diangneylo. you can find the link to the thread here, with many more links: https://x.com/diangneylo/status/1851960706536534104?s=46&t=xf1Z6STThFP3w_mF4ugamA

[thousandfireworks]

Authors whose books you have to avoid because they are problematic.

Abigail Hing Wen.

Alex Aster.

Alice Hoffman.

Alice Oseman.

Alison Win Scotch. ‘Terrorism is never acceptable. Not in Israel.’

Allie Sarah.

Amber Kelly.

Amy Harmon.

Annabelle Monaghan.

Anna Akana.

Aurora Parker.

Benjamin Alire Sáenz.

Brandon Sanderson. Islamophobic.

Carissa Broadbent. Said that hamas is doing violence against innocence.

Chloe Walsh. Siding with Israel in the name of humanity.

Christina Lauren. Believe that Israel is the victim. A racist, also Islamophobic.

Colleen Hoover.

Cora Reilly. Travel to Israel despite criticism.

Danielle Bernstein. Islamophobic.

Danielle Lori.

Deke Moulton. Said hamas is terrorist.

Dian Purnomo.

Eliza Chan.

Elle Kennedy.

Elyssa Friedland.

Emily Henry.

Emily Mclntire.

Emily St. J. Mandel. Admiring Israel.

Gabrielle Zevin. Wrote a book about anti-Palestine. Mentioned Israel multiple times without context on his book.

Gregory Carlos. Israeli author. A zionist.

Hannah Whitten.

Hazel Hayes. Reposted a post about October 7th.

Heidi Shertok.

Jamie McGuire.

Jay Shetty. ‘Violence is happening in Israel.’

Jean Meltzer.

Jeffery Archer. Wrote a book with a mc Israel operative (mossad) in a positive and anti terrorist light.

Jennifer Hartman. Liked a post about pro-Israel.

Jen Calonita.

Jessa Hastings.

Jill Santopolo. Said that Israel has right to exist and fight back.

John Green.

Jojo Moyes.

J. Elle.

J. K. Rowling. Support genocide. Racist. Islamophobic.

Kate Canterbery.

Kate Stewart.

Katherine Howe.

Katherine Locke.

Kristin Hannah. Support Israel. Shared a donation link.

Laini Taylor.

Laura Thalassa. Islamophobic.

Lauren Wise. Cussed that Palestinian supporters would be raped in front of children.

Lea Geller. Thanked people who supports Israel.

Leigh Dragoon. Islamaphobic and anti Asian racist rants on Twitter and threads

Leigh Stein.

Lilian Harris. A racist. Blocking people who educates about colonialism in Palestine and call them disgusting.

Lisa Barr. A daughter of Holocaust survivor. Support Israel.

Lisa Kennedy Montgomery.

Lisa Steinke.

Liz Fenton.

Lynn Painter. Afraid of getting cancelled as a pro-Palestine and posted a template afterwards.

L. J. Shen. Her husband joins idf (Israel army).

Mariana Zapata.

Marie Lu.

Marissa Meyer.

Melissa de la Cruz.

Michelle Cohen Corasanti.

Michelle Hodkin. Spread false rumors about arab-hamas. Islamophobic.

Mitch Albom. ‘We shouldn't blame Israel for surviving attacks or defending against them.’

Monica Murphy. Siding with Israel.

Naomi Klein.

Navah Wolfe.

Neil Gaiman. Suggested Palestinians unite with Israel and become citizens.

Nicholas Sparks.

Nic Stone. Talked nonsense that children in Palestinian refugee camp are training to be martyrs for Allah because they felt it was their call in life.

Nyla K.

Olivia Wildenstein. Blocking people who disagree with Israel wrongdoing.

Pamela Becker.

Penelope Douglas.

Pierce Brown.

Rachel Lynn Solomon.

Rebecca G. Martinez.

Rebecca Yarros. ‘I despise violence’ her opinion about what's happening in Gaza. Blocking people who calls her a zionist.

Rena Rossner.

Renee Ahdieh.

Rick Riordan.

Rina Kent.

Rivka (noctem.novelle).

Rochelle Weinstein.

Romina Garber. ‘These terrorist attacks do nothing to improve the lives of Palestinians people.’

Roshani Chokshi. Encourage people to donate to Israel.

Samantha Greene Woodruff.

Sarah J. Mass. Her book contained ideology of zionism.

Stephanie Garber. Promoting books by zionist author (Sarah J. Mass)

Skye Warren.

Sonali Dev.

Talia Carner.

Tarryn Fisher. Said ‘there was terrorist attack in Israel.’

Taylor Jenkins Reid. Posted a video about genocide.

Tere Liye. Rumoured to have ghoswriters to write his books and never give credit to them.

Tillie Cole.

Tracy Deon.

Trinity Traveler (Ade Perucha Hutagaol). Rumour to wrote book about handsome Israelis.

T. J. Klune.

Uri Kurlianchik.

Veronica Roth.

Victoria Aveyard. ‘Israel has the right to exist.’ quote from her about the issue.

V. E. Schwab. Shared a donation link and video about Israel.

Yuval Noah. ‘Israel has the right to do anything to defend themselves.’

Zibby Owens.

[littlelioncub43]

Super dark!reader having naked Robert and Lloyd on a leash. They have to be on all fours when she walks somewhere and have to sit next to her (also on the floor) when she is having a meeting😏 she loves to humiliate them and loves to punish them

Oh my goodness, its been forever since we talked about Robert Pronge 💀 I went soft for this, I can't help it, I'm a softie!

The bruises on his knees were constant. The ache and tenderness in his joints never went away, you made sure of that. Thankfully, the blue, purple, and yellow marks only decorated his legs; you'd been in a kind mood these last few weeks, and he wanted to keep you like that.

Even now, as you sit in a meeting with one of your arms supplier from the West coast, you idly play with his hair. Hell, you even gave him a blanket to keep the icy bite of your office at bay— you in the best fucking mood on the planet. It was terrifying Robert.

You sat cross-legged in your leather chair at the head of the mahogany meeting table, your attention half on Martinez and half on your little pet at your feet. The statistics were mind-numbing, figures you already read in his report this morning, the meeting only being a formality, a show of respect to you. Martinez, thankfully, was just about done, he could tell you didnt want to be here any longer than necessary.

"That just about covers it, Ma'am. Any other details that I've missed should be in the report I sent this morning, but I'd be happy to go over them again if you'd like me t—"

"No need for that, Martinez, your report was very thorough," you calmly interrupt, still threading your fingers through Bobby's soft locks, your good mood was even scaring Martinez, "you may go now. Give my best to your wife, will you?"

"Yes, of course, Ma'am," he nodded with a well practiced professional smile. "Goodnight."

You don't watch Martinez as he makes his exit, instead keeping your eyes on Bobby, who's eyes were trained on the floor, like you taught him. His favorite dark blue blanket was wrapped around his waist, cushioning his knees. You though about giving him a pillow but you knew that he'd like the blanket more today. With a sigh, you gently turn Robert to face you with a finger on his chin.

"You've been so good for me, pet," you whisper and hold his chin in your hand, your thumb stroking his cheek. Robert was nearly a puddle from the praise alone, but the gentle touches were sending him deep into the headspace only you could put him in. You grin when you see his eyes glaze over. God, he was so fucking easy to control. "You like being good, don't you, pet?"

"Yes, Mistress," he agrees immediately, his voice dreamy and desperate— absolutely pathetic, "I love being good."

"I know you do, baby," you coo and lean down to kiss his forehead, a reward. When you pull back, Bobby's hands are gripping the blanket over his thighs firmly to keep to himself, ever the good boy. What catches your eye is the growing tent beneath the navy blue blanket. "Aw, Bobby, are you hard?"

He nods as his face flushes with a combination of embarrassment and desire. He can barely remember a time when you calling him 'pet' didn't get him harder than a fucking rock, but he knows he wasn't always like this. The thought doesn't linger for long when you tug his leather leash to bring him closer to you, your lips barely touching as you speak.

"Shall I take care of that for you, pet?"

How can he refuse?

[veryace-ficrecs]

Social Media Fic Recs

One of my guiltiest and pickiest pleasures in fic are twitter fics! This list is made up of some of my favorite in the category, including socials other then twitter.

This list will include all ratings and tags, so read at your own discretion! :)

The Martian:

The Mark Watney Report by AsperJasper - Rated G

Space Pirate-Ninja @MarkWatney nasa must agree with me if they only censored my f*uck a little bit last time i tried to swear at martinez they replaced it with an emoji

Space Pirate-Ninja @MarkWatney this is what power feels like: making some poor person at nasa decide which curse words are appropriate to be tweeted out over work wifi

You Know You Have a Permanent Piece of My Medium-Sized American Heart      by tricatular - Rated T

“Hey Hermes!” The ambient suspicion level in the Rec ratcheted up significantly. Kapoor was disturbingly cheerful. “We’ve sent you some mission updates in the data dump, but Mitch and I wanted to personally let you know—” Mitch visibly rolled his eyes in the background. “—That thanks to some…strong suggestions from the White House, and on Annie and Director Sanders’ recommendation, we’ve started releasing Watney’s Mars logs to the public.”

Marvel:

Caption That by maddo - Rated T

Peter’s Instagram had been pretty popular since Instagram’s account noticed and reposted one of his photos, an impossible angle of the New York skyline (thank you Spider-Man) and was floating at around twenty thousand followers.

Then suddenly, @pparker was in the top 100 most followed Instagram accounts.

Just a bunch of little anecdotes regarding our favourite spider and his Instagram account, feat. a meme-tastic Tony Stark.

The Life of Spidey (As Seen Through A Spider-Man Fan Account) by hi_im_jared_19 - Rated T

Spidey-is-a-disaster @chaoticgoodboy

Disclaimer: I appreciate Spidey stepping up to help others. If more people acted like him, the world would be a better place. He is undeniably a good person. That being said, he is an entire human disaster, and I’m here to prove it.

OR

Spider-Man's rise to popularity through the lens of a random twitter account dedicated to his dumbassery.

the conspiracy kids by tempestaurora - Rated T

Series: 3 Works

in which peter, harley and ned ask the all-important question: WHO IS SPIDER-MAN? 

one mask at a time by natelette - Rated T

Spider-Man is unmasked, and the world reacts.

Or how Peter, the internet, and the entire world deal in the wake of Mysterio’s video. Spoilers for Far From Home.

DC:

The True Identity: Bruce Wayne by November_Clouds - Rated G

makayla | sc mkyla457 @mkyla456        lmao watch him go off        [attached: Video of Bruce Wayne in business casual clothes screaming as he charges towards The Penguin brandishing a long black pipe. Behind him is the main center for the Martha Wayne Foundation, front windows shattered and reception desk on fire. The Penguin looks Scared.]      

After a tweet goes viral, people think they've finally figured it out. The real identity of Bruce Wayne.

Red Hood.

(social media fic, based off that tumblr post)

Gotham Online by julidoesnotwrite (notjuli) - Rated  T

The Waynes and the Bats as seen through social media.

gotham : a conspiracy thread by noahfense (orphan_account) - Rated T

ti(i wanna die)m @nightwingsass

the real reason Batman hasn’t responded to my conspiracy thread is because he’s jared,19,

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in a world where Jason Todd didn't die and Tim Drake has parents that actually care about his wellbeing, Tim runs a popular batfam stan account and his followers convince him to start a YouTube channel.

Yuri on Ice:

Night is Young and the Music's High by opalish - Rated T

"Best press conference ever," the Japanese Nationals silver medalist says when asked.  “Ten out of ten, would medal again.”

"I would die for Katsuki-kun," Minami declares, with terrifying sincerity.

  On ICE!!! by Watermelonsmellinfellon - Rated M

The first time Katsuki Yuuri saw Victor Nikiforov perform, he realized he had a great desire to see figure skating in a video game. In fifteen years, his dream is realized. Little does he know that Victor's attention has been caught by the very game he unknowingly inspired. So ensues the cutest meeting ever and the relationship that follows.

Love Born in the Eye of the Storm by ScribblerQueen1 - Rated T

After a snowstorm cancels their return flight and all the hotels are overbooked, Yuuri decides to detour home to wait it out. He offers to let other stranded skaters stay at Yuu-topia, he just didn't know one of them was Victor Nikiforov. 

(i'm) the boy you'd die for by jenmishe - Rated T

v-nikiforov ✓

[Video: A short clip where Victor is laying dramatically on the couch with miserable expression. “Heartbreaker” by Marina and the Diamonds is playing.]

13,481 likes

v-nikiforov✓ Am I the another one? (((

vitYASS victor,,,, honey,,,, i lvoe you so much,,,, but WHY are you like this.

red-blue-gay but??? does that mean that somebody has broken victor’s heart???? I DON'T UNDERSTAND

christophe-gc ✓ You’re ridiculous.

starsaregay But who recorded it?? Makkachin???

vityathebabe user @starsaregay asking the real question.

--- The adventures of Yuuri "Heartbreaker" Katsuki, or: how Yuuri became known as a cold player full of himself who doesn't care about anyone. (Hint: it's an anxiety and obliviousness.)

Haikyuu:

Framing by Fayah - Rated M

At age 22, Kozume Kenma had millions of subscribers on youtube, one blissfully fucked out Hinata Shouyou on his bed, and a plan. 

conflict of interest by zukushou -Rated T

“If you are familiar with the world of D-1 volleyball, chances are you’ve heard the names Hinata Shouyou and Kageyama Tobio. Both twenty-four-year-old athletes are famous for their skill and athletic prowess, but they’ve recently become household names for their intense rivalry.

Early this year, Hinata Shouyou signed onto the MSBY Black Jackals as a wing spiker after a two-year stint in Brazil, playing beach volleyball. He was an unknown in the V-League, but he quickly proved himself with his defensive skill and incredible jumping height and speed.

It wasn’t until the fateful Schweiden Adlers vs. MSBY Black Jackals match just yesterday that viewers came to the realization that Hinata Shouyou was the long-awaited rival of Kageyama Tobio.”

OR

Kageyama and Hinata are married. The press seem to think that they’re hostile rivals who despise each other.

On Great Rivalries and General Dumbassery by NocturnalNights - Rated G

It's not exactly that they were hiding the fact that they had been married for about 7 years now. It's that no one seemed to have caught on yet.

Or: Kageyama and Hinata may have forgotten to mention one very important part of their rivalry.

Good Omens:

 it's a new craze by attheborder - Rated T

CROWLEY: I try not to make a habit of gratitude, but I must give our appreciation to everyone out there who’s been listening and subscribing to The Ineffable Plan. AZIRAPHALE: Ooh, yes, we’ve become quite popular, haven’t we? CROWLEY: Yeah, just hit number eight on the advice charts … No advertising at all. AZIRAPHALE: Mm. How … miraculous. CROWLEY: … Aziraphale. You did not.

***

Crowley and Aziraphale are very possibly the people least qualified, on the entire planet, to start up an advice podcast.

But what else is there to do when the world isn’t ending anytime soon, you’re technically on indefinite sabbatical from your lifelong careers, and you need a plausible excuse to spend more time with your best friend who you’re definitely not, absolutely not, maybe just a little, actually maybe overwhelmingly in love with?

hear that bell ringing (but won't get the door) by Rivran - Rated T

Social media: 1 Aziraphale and Crowley: 0.

These could all be read standalone, but it’s better if you read them in order. No, yeah, you should definitely read these in order. Each story features Aziraphale and Crowley, with a supporting cast of human characters for that sweet sweet outsider POV.

It (movies):

Retweet Verse by plinys - Rated T

Series: 12 works

A collection of post-It Ch2 fics that are a mix of domestic Richie/Eddie and social media interactions from all the Losers.

Buzzfeed Presents: 10 Times Richie and Eddie Tozier were Very, Very Married by kyaticlikestea - Rated T

Stanley Uris @surisaccounting I was going through my most recent photos and came across this nice one of @richietozier and @etozier at their wedding last week. Congratulations to the happy couple. They’ve never looked better. [attached image is a photo of two penguins arguing]

Richie ‘My Husband is Also A’ Tozier ✔ @richietozier replying to @surisaccounting Hey @surisaccounting take down that tweet or I’ll keep doing this [attached image is a photo of a Common Potoo, which has been incorrectly labelled ‘Crow’ in Comic Sans font]

Buzzfeed makes a list of all the times Richie and Eddie Tozier, beloved husbands of the Internet, were incredibly married. Perhaps unsurprisingly, it isn't a short list.

Nicest Celebrity You've Ever Met? by atomicteaparty - Rated G

Richie Tozier is a loudmouth guy who can’t be kept down by any woman at all! He’s a party animal who’s constantly meeting new people and living up the party lifestyle… or at least, that’s what his onstage persona is.

What if people who’ve met him realize he isn’t the same guy in real life?

Or: Some people talk about how Richie Tozier surprised them on reddit

14 Reasons Why Richie Tozier and His Husband Are #relationshipgoals by robin_hoods - Rated M

Get yourself a man who looks at you like Richie Tozier looks at Eddie. 

areas of expertise by dudski - Rated T

The Exoneration of Richie Tozier by Blissymbolics - Rated T

COMEDIAN RICHIE TOZIER VOLUNTARILY CONFESSES TO STRIKING AND KILLING AN ESCAPED CONVICT IN WHAT MAINE AUTHORITIES ARE CALLING A JUSTIFIED HOMICIDE IN DEFENSE OF ANOTHER

Tozier reportedly struck the assailant on the back of the head with a blunt object in defense of his childhood friend, Michael Hanlon, a librarian who lives in Tozier's hometown of Derry, Maine.

I killed a clown. AMA! by liesmyth - Rated T

I (39M) got stabbed twice today and now I want a divorce. Help?

Or: the one where Eddie is on Reddit.

October 14, 2016.

@PuzzleStan is:

-A puzzle enthusiast named Stan (44%, 3553 votes) -An anonymous stan of puzzles (44%, 3602 votes) -A puzzle enthusiast named Stan who is leaning into the wordplay (12%, 969 votes)

Misc - For Fandoms with only one fic:

#thatjacksonkid by The_German_Grim_Reaper - Rated G

Fandom: Percy Jackson

Following an episode of Buzzfeed Unsolved, several twitter users do their best to uncover the truth about Percy Jackson.  They get surprisingly far.

 Mr LAFD Updates Man by hammersmiths - Rated T

Fandom: 9-1-1

Series: 2 works

Eddie mans the LAFD Twitter account. Buck tries to be supportive.

Audience: 822,000 and Homeland Security by WerewolvesAreReal - Rated G

Fandom: Leverage

Hardison starts a live-stream for Dragon Age to show off his new mods. And he kicks ass. But his viewers are actually a bit more concerned about the angry guy in the background of his videos, and the blond chick who keeps peering through his windows.

"Is this some kind of performance art," asks peskytroll341.

Actually Me - Eddie Munson by Savi_Yoi - Rated G

Fandom: Stranger Things

This idea was bouncing around my brain at 3am so I just had to write it down.

Eddie is a famous musician. Gaining fame through the 90s with Corroded Coffin. Him and Steve have been together since 1987, but they were always very private about their relationship. Steve is like a cryptid in the Corroded Coffin fandom, with very little information about him, and very few pictures. Eddie is promoting a solo album in 2021, and Steve is pulled on camera to do a silly interview with him. They're about 54/55 in this fic.

This is the transcript of that interview.

[mediamonarchy]

https://mediamonarchy.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/02/20240227_MorningMonarchy.mp3 Download MP3 Fani fantasy, retro games revival and Stardink danger + this day in history w/Penis Man, the vulgar graffiti vandal and our song of the day by Jezus Martinez on your #MorningMonarchy for February 27, 2024. Notes/Links: Image: JEP & Evan Dando in the parking lot after the show at KTAOS https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/691406830282211370/1211050212186136576/IMG_0194.jpg?ex=65ecc966&is=65da5466&hm=19b47a5ac6b73d47bdee090c30869031f975c2db5f981c972f4ea1f794e1e7c6& Media Monarchy 2023 Baseball Caps https://newworldnextweek.com/products/media-monarchy-2023-baseball-caps BuzzFeed to Lay Off 16 Percent of Its Workforce In Major Cuts https://www.hollywoodreporter.com/business/digital/buzzfeed-layoffs-new-restructuring-1235831847/ Trump Wins South Carolina Primary; Haley Vows to Stay On; Trump cruised to victory in the Palmetto State, with the race called moments after polls closed. Haley, however, has vowed to press on despite the result. https://www.theepochtimes.com/us/live-updates-south-carolinians-head-to-the-polls-for-gop-primary-5594298 President Trump Releases Summary of Election Fraud in the 2020 Presidential Election in the Swing States https://threadreaderapp.com/thread/1742670648433090764.html Nathan Wade visited Fani Willis’ neighborhood before hiring, cellphone data indicates; This contradicts previous testimony from both Wade and Willis, who maintain their relationship did not begin until early 2022 https://archive.is/1XkUv Fani Willis Demands Judge Reject Cellphone Evidence Suggesting Relationship With Fellow Prosecutor; Fulton County DA Fani Willis is demanding the rejection of new evidence filed by Trump attorneys that suggests she lied about her relationship with Nathan Wade. https://www.theepochtimes.com/us/fani-willis-demands-judge-reject-cellphone-evidence-suggesting-relationship-with-fellow-prosecutor-5594327 Video: Cellphone data could show that Fani Willis, Nathan Wade lied about relationship timeline (Audio) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lzZIqtI2j7M Image: @Hybrid’s Cover Art – Fani Fantasy’s ‘XXXV’ https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/983208466481029191/1212071030143852685/20240227_MorningMonarchy.jpg?ex=65f0801c&is=65de0b1c&hm=cc5e109230200ff2da75c0489585c060b80bcb88a237dadd50edc0f34853d9ad& Google AI chatbot mocked and ridiculed for generating bizarre woke images excising white people from history https://www.theblaze.com/news/google-ai-mocked-woke-white Google AI Tool Gemini Is Accused of Racism for Refusing To Create Images of White People https://reclaimthenet.org/google-ai-tool-gemini-is-accused-of-racism-for-refusing-to-create-images-of-white-people 🚨#BREAKING: Google has apologized after its new Gemini AI program refused to show pictures and achievements of white people https://x.com/rawsalerts/status/1760425346304790886 AI models preferred to launch nuclear strikes in wargames test https://www.euronews.com/next/2024/02/22/ai-models-chose-violence-and-escalated-to-nuclear-strikes-in-simulated-wargames EU Extends Mass Surveillance of Private Messages on Facebook, Instagram, Gmail, and Xbox Until April 2026 https://reclaimthenet.org/eu-extends-mass-surveillance-of-private-messages Japanese Politician Wants to Preserve Retro Games https://gamerant.com/preserve-retro-games-japan/ Video: Retro games revivalーNHK WORLD-JAPAN NEWS (Audio) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lVyckz5FVSk AT&T Reveals Cause Of Major Outage, Not Caused By Cyberattack It’s Called “Human Error” https://www.zerohedge.com/technology/att-reveals-cause-major-outage-not-caused-cyberattack Japan’s moon lander makes ‘miracle’ response to signal from Earth https://news.sky.com/story/japans-moon-lander-makes-miracle-response-to-signal-from-earth-13081546 Odysseus Sends Moon Landing Photos Home With Time Running Out https://archive.is/km2XW WFMU: Astronomer Sam Lawler on the danger of Starlink satellites https://www.wfmu.org/playlists/shows/136860 MP3: WFMU – Astronomer Sam Lawler on the danger of Starl...

[themomsandthecity]

Kim Kardashian Opens Up About Coparenting With Kanye West: "It's Really F*cking Hard"

Kim Kardashian opened up about life with her ex-husband Kanye West during a Dec. 26 interview on "Angie Martinez IRL." Between conversations about skin care and Kardashian's law endeavors, the Skims owner opened up about coparenting four kids with West, whose concerning behavior in recent months has made headlines nationwide. Despite filing nearly two years ago, Kardashian and West only settled their divorce on Nov. 29. The settlement came after West made headlines for racist and anti-Semitic comments that ultimately resulted in the rapper getting banned from Twitter and Instagram and losing his partnerships with Balenciaga, Adidas, Skechers, and Vogue. "I filed for divorce like two years ago, so I started to slowly feel that separation," Kardashian told Martinez, regarding her reputation in the wake of the separation. "But I think that will always follow me." While the multihyphenate has denounced her husband's hate speech, she is less concerned with the public's perception of her and her relationship with West. Instead, she has her focus set on the way her kids - North (9), Saint (7), Chicago (4), and Psalm (3) - perceive their father. "I definitely protected him, and I still will," she said. "In my home, my kids don't know anything that goes on on the outside world." "You know, that's real heavy, heavy, grown-up sh*t that they're not ready to deal with, and if they are, we'll have those conversations . . . and I'll be so prepared." Martinez found it surprising that Kardashian's children were unaware of their father's latest controversies, but Kardashian explained that she has been able to shield her children's perception of West thanks to their small social circle and that they're not on social media without adult supervision. "I'm holding on by a thread, I know I'm so close to [them becoming aware], but while it's still that way, I will protect that to the end of the earth." The Skkn mogul further explained the lengths she goes to to preserve West's reputation in the eyes of their children. "If we're riding to school and they want to listen to their dad's music - no matter what we're going through or no matter what is happening in the world - I have to have that smile on my face and blast his music and sing along with my kids and act like nothing is wrong," she said. Kardashian also explained that she "protects" electronics around her home when West has made a headline to ensure her kids don't catch wind. "With sh*t like coparenting - it's really f*cking hard," Kardashian said through tears, agreeing with Martinez's observation that this level of protection is a "full-time job." Despite recent hardships, the Skims founder has a positive outlook. On the episode, she called this era of her life "peaceful" and said she hopes to maintain that mindset for herself and her children. "If [my kids] don't know things that are being said or what's happening in the world, why would I ever bring that energy to them?" she asked. "You know, that's real heavy, heavy, grown-up sh*t that they're not ready to deal with, and if they are, we'll have those conversations . . . and I'll be so prepared. But until then, I'll do anything to keep their lives as normal as possible." Related: Kim Kardashian Faces Backlash For Her Response to Balenciaga's Controversial Ads https://www.popsugar.com/family/kim-kardashian-coparenting-kanye-west-quotes-49049792?utm_source=dlvr.it&utm_medium=tumblr

[crackonhq]

Ten sexy singles, one hot summer… Welcome back to the villa for the most dramatic summer yet. As our ten OG islanders line up around the lawn, they’ll get the chance to couple up for the first time, before they’ve even had a conversation – this is completely based on first impressions.

What does being in a couple mean? Well, it’s sort of an unspoken pact to try and get to know each other and give things a shot. But it also means that you’ll share a bed at night, compete in challenges together, and you’re a team when it comes to public voting and eliminations. But, you know, it’s the first coupling. No need to put all that pressure on it, you can and should still get to know other people.

Islanders will be called up at random to make a choice on who they want to couple up with. Islanders who are interested in them will get the chance to “step forward” and make an impression, however, the person choosing can select whoever they want – even if that person hasn’t stepped forward or is already coupled up.

Those who are chosen by someone will not get the chance to choose a couple, however, they can still step forward and show interest in other people. That takes some guts, and it’s kind of awkward when you do that and don’t get chosen, but hey. It’s up to you.

Our ten islanders Saint Aguilar, Layla Chari, Romi Octavio, Enzo Graham, Marcus Wittich, Ji-hoon Wang, Charlotte Liu, Andrea Pereira, Joshua Vargas, and Mimi Martinez await the first name to be called.

It’s Josh.

Mimi, Andrea, and Romi step forward.

Josh chooses to couple up with Mimi – we have our very first couple of the season.

Next, Andrea is called up to choose.

Layla, Romi, Saint, and Marcus step forward to show interest.

Andrea chooses Layla.

Enzo is called up next to make a choice.

Charlotte, Ji-Hoon, Romi, and Marcus step forward.

Enzo hesitates for a moment, like he’s making a tough decision. He decides to choose Charlotte, and they’re coupled up.

Romi is called forward to choose next.

Charlotte, Marcus, and Ji-Hoon step forward.

Layla also steps forward. Everyone stares at her for a moment – Andrea stares at her even longer. Ouch.

Bold behavior doesn’t always pay off, unfortunately. Romi chooses Marcus.

Saint has the opportunity to choose next.

Ji-Hoon steps forward.

Mimi also steps forward, despite already being coupled with Josh. So does Layla, despite being coupled up with Andrea . . . and rejected the last time she tried this. The public could get the sense that Andrea isn’t Layla’s type to a T.

Saint puts an end to the awkward silence and chooses Layla, leaving Andrea single.

Ji-Hoon now can make a choice. Luck of the draw – or unluck ? – has put them at the end of the line. The only single islander remaining is Andrea.

Everyone else has been coupled up, and Ji-Hoon isn’t the type to make a risky move. So, they go with Andrea. 

So, maybe Ji-Hoon didn’t have the guts to go for their top choices, but this could make them some friends  – it definitely looks good to the public.

Here are our first couples:

Josh and Mimi

Enzo and Charlotte

Romi and Marcus

Saint and Layla

Ji-Hoon and Andrea

Quick stats –

Four islanders got their first choice.

Layla was the most popular islander.

50% of muses said they would take a risk and choose someone who didn’t step forward for them, ONLY if someone else from their top 3 didn’t step forward.

60% of muses said that they would step forward if they had already been chosen.

60% of muses said they would choose someone who had already been chosen.

What now?

Please do a thread on the dash within your couple that takes place on the first day. First conversations, flirting, get the vibe. You’ll want this background for future decisions and interactions later.

You are welcome to post an open or do a starter call with other islanders, but whatever you have the capacity for. The only thread you have to do is the one in your couple, the rest are up to you.

You are also welcome to use the discord channels. Feel free to post in one as a sort of “open” and anyone can join in and reply as a sort of free-for-all, this is to be used for group interactions, though it could be one-on-one if you’re the only ones using it. Just know that anything in the discord is fair game and people can interrupt your conversations there!

ALL INTERACTIONS WILL TAKE PLACE ON DAY 1 UNTIL THE NEXT PLOT DROP, which will take place on night 1. So, use this opportunity to get to know each other and form day 1 bonds…your strength as a couple or even in your friendships might make a big difference very soon.

[ashintheairlikesnow]

Not Another Moment: Nate Vandrum and Dr. Rosa

(this is a bit for @burtlederp who wanted to see Nate’s first appointment with Dr. Rosa Martinez! Don’t worry, I’m still working on Bad Things Happen Bingo (Grabbed by the Hair is coming up next!) but this was going to be a short drabble and... um.)

Tagging the crew: @spiffythespook, @special-spicy-chicken, @bleeding-demon-teeth

Timeline: Just prior to the beginning of Abraham Denner’s trial​

CW: References to noncon, violence, abuse, and torture (all just conversational references)

“Why don’t we start with you telling me why you wanted to see me today?”

Nate’s fingers tap on the arm of the couch, and he watches the woman the same way she watches him. If he had thought ahead, he could have brought his own notebook and pen - he’s already seen her mark things down and he hasn’t even spoken yet, not really. Nate takes a breath, thinking through the sentence he wants to say, first - the stammer isn’t as bad if he does that, but he doesn’t always remember.

Bram thought his stammer was cute, when it started, sometime before the end of the final year with the both of them. Ashley had hated it, it took too long for him to get out a thought and she hadn’t cared enough to wait for him to voice his thoughts in the first place. It had started to fade, a little, during the months he was free - only to dig its way in worse than ever when he was up in Alberta.

“I don’t know,” Nate answers, honestly enough, and he’s proud when he doesn’t stammer at all. “I didn’t. D-D-Danny wanted me to s-s-see you.”

“It’s not often that people schedule significant time with therapy when they don’t have at least an idea of why they are coming, Mr. Vandrum. I appreciate Daniel’s recommendation, but we won’t be able to accomplish much unless we can identify a good starting point for you.”

He looks at her hands, where she holds the pen. A dusky brown on one side, paler along the inner fingers and palms Wedding ring, probably cost her a pretty penny when she got married. He’d caught a glimpse of some photos on her desk, couple of women with families, one woman alone about the same age as Rosa Martinez. Wife?

That still felt so strange, to think.

Not that he hadn’t had friends who got married, way back when, but it hadn’t been legal, then. Not in their state, it hadn’t, and a few people drove to the other states to make it legal but even then…

“When Bram f-f-found me,” He says softly, his voice distracted and a little distant, but it’s a careful construct, because even just saying his name makes Nate’s throat feel tight and his heart beat faster. Even now, even after everything. “When he f-found me the f-f-first time, I c-c-couldn’t have gotten m, married, legally, where I l-lived before.”

Dr. Rosa Martinez was quiet, but she wrote something down in her notebook and nodded, gesturing for him to continue.

“N-Not that I would have w, wanted to, then. I was too b-b-busy to even d-date, really. Just started to t-t-teach adjunct, you don’t m-m-make shit like that, where would I take anyone? Out for d-d-dinner off the menu at McDonald’s? I lived with m-my friend, my… my friend. They k-k-killed him when they decided they w-w-wanted me.” His voice doesn’t waver, although he finds himself hesitating.

He’s going to have to talk about this, during the trial. The lawyers have said the context is important, even though there isn’t enough evidence to prove they killed his old roommate beyond a shadow of a doubt and they’re pushing the kidnapping/abduction angle above everything else. That and the dead man who had once lived in the cabin, the body that bled out on the floor, the body Danny had to help Bram carry out to the fire even stumbling and crying from the pain in his head, he-

Nate’s fingers stop tapping, and he takes a deep breath in, holds it for five, slowly exhales.

He doesn’t think a fucking thing when he does it.

“Do you think a lot changed between then and now?” She asks him, and he wants to laugh at her, choke her, punch her for the question.

Has a lot changed? The world got better, and then I got out for a while, then he found me and the world went to hell and I didn’t know, no one told us in the woods, no one told us the world went to hell while we were trying to stay alive.

While I was hurting him, while I couldn’t stop, while he made me hurt him and somehow he still forgave me for it, somehow Danny forgives me everything.

“Yes.” It’s all he says, and his voice is more clipped than he means it to be.

Rosa nods, slowly, thinking, tapping her pen against her notebook. Then she sits back, relaxes into her seat. Nate takes a moment to look through the blinds, at the sun outside, at Ryan’s car in the parking lot. Ryan had given him the keys to drive himself, with the carelessness of rich kids who can just buy another car if the current one gets totaled by an asshole who hasn’t driven in seven years, except the once.

Except the night he lit the cabin on fire with Bram unconscious down in that fucking cellar he had used to terrify Danny. Except the night he put Danny in Bram’s truck, took the fucking muzzle off his face, and got him the hell out of there.

“You’re very aware of the time you lost,” Dr. Rosa says out loud, in a voice full of empathy and compassion. Nate wonders if that’s professionally trained into her, like his own teaching voice used to have a kind of lilting rhythm to it that developed during grad school, working with the undergrads and learning how they responded to different lecture styles.

He’d eventually figured out a way of inserting humor and certain jokes, of being authoritative without being suffocating about it, that had worked really well. He’d been in the process of applying to become a full professor, had thought he had a pretty good chance even though getting a full professor job in his area was like threading a needle blindfolded-

Remember when you had to give Danny stitches and Bram made you do it blindfolded with your left hand?

Nate shakes it off, but his bad hand tries to close into a fist and Dr. Rosa notices, he’s sure she notices. She doesn’t say anything, though. She doesn’t push.

So far she hasn’t, and he has to give her credit for that.

“I am,” He admits, finally. “I am v-v-very aware of it, and the t-t-time I’m still losing. The time D-D-Danny lost, will k-keep losing until he-... until he gets b-b-better.”

He will get better. He will. Nate got him out of there and now he’s back with his brother, and Nate has caught Danny watching Ryan wistfully when his younger brother isn’t looking at him. They got him to sit at the kitchen table for dinner last night, perched at the edge of his seat like any minute Bram would come in and dump him out of it.

“Daniel has chosen to take those first steps,” Dr. Rosa says, her words slow and carefully placed. “And so have you. Recovery after prolonged traumatic experience is not about quick healing, but a slow process to rebuild the framework of your life from the ground up. It’s worthwhile, Mr. Vandrum-”

“You can c-c-call me N-Nate, honestly,” Nate mumbles, picking at a loose thread along the seam of the couch cushion. He doesn’t look up to see how she responds.

“Nate, then. Thank you, Nate. My conversations with Daniel have made it clear to me that names - who uses which name and when - were of great importance to you both, during your experience. But you still use your legal name. Does that bother you, that Daniel was given another name and you weren’t?”

“Yeah. It feels l-l-like shit to kn… to know that.” Nate’s voice drops, and he feels the twist of shame, eternal and unending. “That I g-g-got so much that he d-d-didn’t; mercies, kindness… all of it.”

He had never lost his name. He had never been subjected to the level of pure agony that Danny had. He’d never had some other captive there with him, looking him in the eye while they hurt him on Bram’s orders. He’d never had to watch Bram feed someone else at the table while he ate on the floor, sometimes with his arms tied behind his back if he forgot to ask permission first.

He’d never had to wear a collar around his neck while another captive didn’t.

And still, Danny forgives him everything.

“He d-d-deserves better. Better than what h, happened to him, better th-th-than… than all of it. He’s g-g-going to get better, but my b-b-bad days don’t help - sometimes they make him h-h-have bad days - so I thought, when h-he suggested maybe s-s-seeing you…”

“You’re here because you think you attending therapy will help Daniel?”

His eyes flicker up to hers, searching them for the judgement he knows will be there, but there is nothing to Dr. Rosa but the endless goddamn compassion. He doesn’t deserve it. He’s done terrible fucking things, up there in the woods. He would fight, and protest, and deny it, and say no, and then Bram would grab onto him and look him in the eyes and talk to him in his true voice and Nate would pick up the knife.

The knife, the handcuffs, the keys, the chains, the matches, take Danny’s chin in his hands, try to apologize with his eyes when his mouth and his body wouldn’t let him, when they were doing someone else’s bidding, when Nate’s body wasn’t his own any longer.

(your body is mine, everything about you belongs to me)

He’s done terrible things to Danny - he’s responsible for some of the scars on his body and in his head - but Danny only ever looks at him with sweetness, and the psychologist sitting in the armchair looks at him with empathy, and only Ryan ever gives him the hate he deserves, the loathing he’s earned through every flick of the blade with tears in his eyes, every whispered I’m sorry that meant nothing at all when the knife was still moving.

“Nate, let me ask you… do you often think of things in terms of Danny’s recovery, rather than your own?” Dr. Rosa asks, and Nate catches himself flinching at the question.

(baby, baby… you know I hate when you flinch away from me)

“Of c-c-course I do,” He snaps, and he hates the sound of Dr. Rosa’s pen moving. “Of f-f-fucking course I do. He never did anything wrong. All he d-d-did was try to get to, to know m-me, and I should never have told him I was m-m-maybe interested, it’s all my f-f-fault…”

He trails off, catching himself. He never meant to say that out loud to her.

(this is all your fault, don’t you think? You cheated on me, Nate, with this skinny fucking twig?)

“You assign blame to yourself for the entirety of the experience,” Dr. Rosa says, and it’s not a question, not even a little. “You believe yourself to be at fault for the actions of Abraham Denner.”

“Because I l-l-left him!” Nate’s fingers dig into the arm of the couch and the fabric gives way, and he closes and closes and closes his bad hand, letting the bones grind together until the pain clears his mind, makes him feel cleaner, emptier, of the guilt and the rage that twine together inside him, inseparable. “If I h-h-had just stayed with Bram, if I had only st-st-stayed…”

The tears are back, and he can’t quite hold them in, they run down his face and into the stubble of black hair, speckled with the first bits of gray, down the line of his jaw, to drip dark spots into his shirt.

“If I had st-stayed,” He whispers, “If I had never l-left Bram, he would never have seen D-D-Danny at all, and he’d be okay. He’d b-be okay, he’d be… he’d be…” He leans forward, putting his hands over his face and then raking them back through his hair, and catches a sob trying to work its way out of his throat. “Maybe Danny would have m-met someone and he’d be f-f-fucking married by now. Legally, federally legally goddamn married.”

“If you had stayed, you would still be held against your will.”

“But D-D-Danny would be safe. If I had never left B-Bram, Danny would be s-s-safe, and it would… it would be w-w-worth it.” Nate takes a deep breath, trying to still his shaking voice, to calm himself, to get the red out of his cheeks, half-hidden by his eternal five o’clock shadow.  

“When was the last time you cried about this, Nate?” Dr. Rosa asks softly. She stands, setting her notebook aside, and walks over to him with a small box of tissues. He takes one with a mumbled, stammering thank you (be grateful for every gift you are given) and wipes at the tears that still run, but he can’t stop them now.

“Wh-when I took it off his f-f-face,” Nate says, and he can hear how broken he is in his own voice, he can hear how the low rumble cracks and splits under the weight of his own guilt, of all the punishment he deserves but won’t receive, because he held the knife when he didn’t want to, because he knotted the ropes when he begged Bram not to make him do it, because he couldn’t stop it, couldn’t make it end, couldn’t keep Danny safe.

“It?” Her voice is carefully devoid of anything more than curiosity.

“Th… the thing. I’m s-s-sorry, it’s hard for me to say wh-what it is-”

“No, I understand, Nate, don’t worry. I think I know what you’re referencing.”

“He… he w-w-wore that fucking thing for five months at th, the end, and… when I t-t-took it off his face the l-last time and he didn’t c-c-come back right away, I c-cried because… because I thought it was too late. That was the l-l-last time.”

“December 10th of last year,” Dr. Rosa says firmly, something about the way she speaks calms him, a little, helps him breathe. Something about the way she blends firmness and certainty with the compassion. “The night you set the fire. You made it to the police station the next morning.”

“I thought I was t-t-too late,” Nate says softly. “I thought he wouldn’t ever c-c-come back, that I’d waited t-t-too long, that I couldn’t… I couldn’t… that he’d never come out of his own h-head this time, that I’d… that I’d n-n-n-never see him look at me again.”

“But he did come back,” Dr. Rosa says gently.

“But what if he hadn’t? And it was all m-m-my fault, for not b-b-being stronger?” She puts a hand on his shoulder, and Nate leans over, hands over his face again, and starts to cry.

The sobs come out half-choked and nearly strangled. Bram never wanted to hear him cry, hated the sound of his tears, hurt him when he cried in the house with Ashley, hurt him in the cabin the few times he’d found the emotion still in him, a despair deep enough to pull the tears from where he’d forced them as deep within himself as they could go. 

Nate had hidden tears on the trails, in the woods, where he was far enough away Bram might not know. He’d cried in Danny’s arms, once or twice, wracked the whole time with the slime of his complicity and that he didn’t deserve Danny to hold him, when he was the hand holding the knife sometimes, when the ice in Bram’s eyes buried him under the weight of obedience and a love he didn’t want to feel and hated and couldn’t fight.

He could cry with Danny, now, too, he supposed, but Danny would want to know what he’d done to make Nate cry, how he could fix it, and Nate can’t seem to make Danny understand that he never did anything wrong.

All the sins belong to Nate, and he can never, ever earn absolution.

“Nate,” Dr. Rosa says softly, sitting beside him on the couch. He wonders if psychologists are allowed to do this, or if they’re supposed to keep professional distance, but all she does is sit there, be a warm and living human presence beside him, and he doesn’t ask her to move.

Even if he’s a monster trying, and failing, to make amends to a man he loves for all the wounds he has carved into his body and his heart and his brain.

“Nate, I would like you to listen to what I am about to say. Are you hearing me? Just nod, if you understand that I would like you to listen to me.”

He nods, slowly, without looking up.

“I would like to begin with the goal of addressing your sense that you are responsible for the actions of Abraham Denner. Is that okay?”

He hesitates, then nods again.

“I have counseled many patients, in my career, and some have even been in situations of prolonged captivity, or forms of abuse that deeply resembled captivity. It is common to assign yourself blame. But that doesn’t mean that you are to blame, Nate. And there is one further thing I want to begin working on, right away, starting today.”

Nate freezes, then looks over at her where she sits next to him on the couch. The brown eyes are warm that focus on his, and there’s a hint of a kind smile, a scattering of wrinkles around the corners of her eyes, laugh lines dug deeply around her mouth. “Wh-what?”

“Nate, I want you to acknowledge that you are a survivor, too.”

He blinks at her - she blurs with his tears and clears again when his eyes close and open, and he wipes at his face with a new tissue, sits back to dab at his nose, licks chapped lips in an old nervous habit he’s never lost. “That I’m… that I’m what?”

“You were held by Abraham Denner for seven years,” Dr. Rosa says softly. “With a short break between, but that is a long, long time. You have been subjected to forms of dehumanization and what we call conditioning that are different than Daniel’s, but they are no less real. I will never use the word ‘victim’ in this office unless you ask me to, because I dislike the connotations inherent in that term and have often found them to be detrimental rather than helpful. But you have also been held, traumatized, wounded. All of that happened to you, too.”

“He n-n-never hurt me like he d-d-did Danny,” Nate whispers.

He never made Danny hurt me like he made me hurt him.

“That is not important, except inasmuch as how it affects your understanding of what happened to you. Physical and emotional wounds are of equal importance and weight. Nate, I understand that you struggle because you are wounded in ways that are less obvious on the surface, that you have fewer visible scars. But the scars are still there.”

He’s silent, now. He can’t find the words to say.

“Nate. I want you to say it out loud, just once, and I will call that a good place to begin. ‘I am a survivor, too. I survived.’ Just try for me, please, just once.”

(I love you so much, baby, we’re soulmates, we were always meant to find each other)

(I’ve given you everything you wanted, Nate! what does it take for you to love me?)

(this is your family, now - you and me and the puppy)

D-D-Danny, pl-please, please, come back to m-me, there has to be enough of you l-l-left to save…

Nate takes a deep breath, thinks of Danny’s face, the way he smiled this morning when he wished Nate luck at his first appointment, the way he touched his arm and looked at him like maybe he wanted to kiss him, too.

“I’m a s-s-survivor, too,” Nate says out loud, and something in him cracks apart, something cold and frozen starts to warm. “I s-survived, too.”

“One more time,” Dr. Rosa says quietly. “One more time, please.”

Nate nods, slowly.

Nate, he’s walking traps, we’re alone for like three hours - c’mere, come here, come, come lay down on the mat with me while he’s gone.

Shut up. Call me Danny again. Just while he’s gone.

Leave him alone, Abraham! It’s my fault! It’s my fault, I kissed him and he didn’t want me to, don’t hurt him, hurt me instead! Please, please, Abraham, it’s my fault, I’m so sorry! It’s my fault, punish me!

Nate, if this had never happened, do you think we would have liked the movie?

Let me get the ice pack, he really did a number on you this time, huh?

Do you think you would have liked the person I used to be?

Abraham, please, please, I can take the punishment instead! I can, I can be better for you, I’m better at being hurt, let me be hurt, please!

Will you lay with me for a while? Just, just next to the mat? Just for a little bit?

I don’t blame you, it’s not your fault. You didn’t want to do any of this to me. It’s not your fault, Nate, please listen to me, it’s not your fault. It was never your fault. None of this is your fault. Please… please listen to me, I don’t blame you.

Nate, I think sometimes that I, that I maybe I… I love-

“I’m a survivor, too,” Nate repeats, softly, and he doesn’t stammer. “I survived, too.”

“Good.” Dr. Rosa smiles at him, standing to give him back his space, moving back to her armchair and picking back up her notebook and pen. He takes a deep breath, and she watches him as he counts to five and lets it out again.

And he doesn’t think anything at all while he’s breathing, except for the look on Danny’s face when he’d left this morning. He thinks of the little half-smile that crinkled the scar on his nose, lessened the broken line of his jaw. The look that lit up his eyes, warmed up the vibrant blue. The wavy red hair a riotous mess on top of his head, falling over one eye, that Nate had casually reached up to brush away and back.

He could have kissed him, if he’d wanted. Even with everything he’d done, Danny’s head had tilted down at him slightly in a way Nate could read as well as he’d ever read any of his books. 

He could have written a whole dissertation on what it means to have someone look at you that way, given a lecture stammer-free on what forgiveness means when you haven’t earned it, never could, but it was freely given nonetheless, and by someone you would do anything for.

I tried to kill to save him, and I would do it again.

“Danny n-n-never blames m-me for anything,” Nate says out loud. “Never.”

“Maybe it’s time,” Dr. Rosa says quietly, “that you learn to give yourself the same understanding and empathy that Daniel gives you.”

Nate sits back, looking at her, thinking about the picture of the woman on her desk, the diamonds in her wedding ring. While he’d been trapped, they had changed the laws around marriage, and about a thousand other things, just in seven years. Things had changed, the world had changed, and he had lost so much fucking time. He and Danny both.

“I know why I’m h-h-here.”

“And why is that?” Dr. Rosa’s eyes crinkle at the corners again, as though she’s hiding a smile. He can see why Danny likes her so much.

“B-Because I l-l-lost seven years of my life, and he lost f-f-four of his, and… and I don’t want to miss another single g-goddamn moment if I g-g-get to spend it with h-him.”

[survivedsarchived]

travis exhales, breaths crystallizing into little puffs of white smoke. the burn in his lungs is deep and raw — but comforting, in a way. the gun rests uselessly against his leg. the prior day, travis had heard birdsong echoing through the trees, yet he and nat had been unable to discern its source; there had been no tracks, no trees disturbed. but he hears the ghost of it clearly, still, and even when he's really doing little more than sitting outside — lingering, as he does on occasion, post-circle — he wants to keep the rifle close, in case something flutters through the sky in a fury of feathers and talons.

but there's only stillness now. it's not uncomfortable; there's clarity in the silence. trees creak and groan beneath the weeks of snow. he hears the wind, whispering against his cheek. the cabin's ancient door sighs as someone steps inside — akilah, he thinks. they all have such unique walks. surely it's not only an observation he's made.

eyes open, finally, and he glances to taissa, head canting slightly. her presence doesn't confuse him (he sees how she keeps close to van, looks to her so often, and he knows it must be because she loves her that she's here. months ago, he'd feel jealous, wonder why nat can't do the same... but he understands now. and besides, it makes him feel warm, to see them together.) but — taissa loitering furrows his brow in confusion.

“you're not hurrying to go warm up?” hands fold together as he speaks, socks-turned-gloves doing only the bare minimum to repel the cold; travis brings his fingers to his mouth, though his breath is just as useless. still, he doesn't move yet, despite the hesitance clear in his eyes; all these months, and he and tai have barely spoken, let alone with no one else around. “or... do you like the cold—?” @ladyintree.

[xmariakx]

..ok so no one tagged me, but i was inspired by @roseate-angel 🤷🏻‍♀️😂😩♡♡♡♡♡♡

Name: Maria

Nickname: Mari, Mia or ...Mya (from all the adorable little kids in my family who cant pronounce their Rs☺️💜)

Zodiac: Scorpio;Nov 15 (although i dont really believe in Horoscopes,Star signs and what not, but I was told im a Scorpio)

Height: 5,2 or 5,3

Languages: English and Pushto

Nationality: Pakistani

Favourite Season: Spring🌸

Favourite Flower: Cherry Blossoms,Madonna Lilys and Pink/White Roses

Favourite Scent: smell of lavender, sweet & fruity stuff, coffee, nature especially on a rainy day, fresh baked cookies

Favourite Animal: Bunny Rabbits

Favourite Fictional Character: honestly i have way to many so heres the link to twitter where i made a whole thread 😁😬💜 https://twitter.com/chicmariaa/status/1082004152576851968?s=21

Coffee, Tea or Hot Cocoa: Coffee and Tea

Average amount of sleep: 6 sometimes 7 hours😬

Favourite Colour: Light Pink, Lavender (and pastel colours in general) and Rose Gold

Dog or Cat person: Dog

Number of Blankets: 7 😁😁

Dream Trip: Paris, Tokyo, Tulum, Havana, Rome, Barcelona, LA

Blog established: 2015

Random fact about me: i broke my arm 3 times before the age of 10.....

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Straight

Hogwarts House: Gryffindor

Where are you from: UK

Why did you start this blog: because I like to make mood boards and love aesthetics just something i like to do on a chilled day 🤷🏻‍♀️😌💜

Most recently played album: K-12 by Melanie Martinez 💕💕

[inn-o-cencebabes]

The Moon and the Ocean

This story is dedicated to @whoresque , who without her encouragement I would have never been able to do this. Love you Hunnie Bun!

Reader is Black. If that bothers you please don’t read. Chris and you are close friends and know some of the secrets the other holds. This is more soft and fluffy than originally planned but I felt led to write it this way. I’m open to a Part Two though, where there’s some rolling around in the sheets, but it might be a few days. Not Beta read so I’m sorry for any mistakes. 

Chris H. x Reader

Everyone called him cold, distant. He was blamed for things that were beyond his control — the way the moon is blamed for the night. He drew her in and in his hold, she saw his brilliance, he illuminated her life. He was her moon, and she was like the ocean, incomplete without him. 

She wasn’t entirely understood, even by those closest to her. Everyone, cautious of the depth she hid. Like the ocean, they feared what lurked beneath the surface, except for him. Surrounded by people yet alone, he felt complete with her. She was just like him. She was his ocean, without her he had no purpose.

Chris was the first person you met when you first moved to Australia. Of course, your American accent gave away the fact you were an outsider, and the looks you got were none to friendly. But, being lost yet only two minutes away from your house you needed help, plus the moving truck you rented sounded two seconds from giving out. Thankfully the big guy upstairs was merciful, and you stumbled hot and sweaty, into Chris’ shop. While you thought you didn’t look the best, Chris most definitely did. In nothing but a wife beater with a few grease stains and a pair of jeans he looked like a GQ model. Three years later Chris wasn’t just your neighbor, which surprised you when you found out one night rolling the trash down, but he was your raunchy best friend and the source of your late night fantasy.

After running some errands on an inconspicuous Saturday, your car broke down in front of Chris’ shop. If you thought about it, this was almost like the first time you met Chris. The shop was your third home, only second to movie night at Chris’ house, so after pushing the car into the port, you settled yourself into your chair right beside him.

After zoning out for the hundredth time, you heard Chris calling your name.

“What?” you called out in a daze.

“I know what’s wrong you need-” and just like that you zoned out again, “- and you would be a good fuck.”

You’re head snapped back up to see him smirking down at you leaning against the hood of the car with his arms crossed.

“Whatever Chris, try again.” rolling your eyes.

“You’re breathtaking, intelligent, and mhm your legs wrapped around-”

“That’s enough Chris,” you say looking away from him. You thought your “little” crush on Chris would’ve gone away after spending so much time with him, but it only seemed to grow. You knew Chris was just saying those things because you challenged him. He never backed down, and it was a source of a few arguments. But, you knew he didn’t mean the words he said, not the way you wanted. So you did what you usually do and start avoiding his eyes, fiddling around with the threads on your jeans. In your haze, you miss the way Chris is looking at you and nod your head along when he says your car has to stay for a couple more days.

The next morning, Chris is honking out front to pick you up, and you scramble to put on some clothes before the rest of the neighborhood starts to complain. While you're locking up the house, you hear Chris give a low whistle.

“You’re wearing one of my favorite outfits, babydoll. And my t-shirt, you sure you’re not playing at anything, baby?”

Sleep still coated your voice when you groggily told him, “Shorts and a t-shirt? I didn’t know. And the shirt,” you look down at it trying to remember what happened, “let me borrow it for movie night, love. It was comfortable and smelled like you, but I’ll give it back.”

“No, no, it looks good on you, keep it.”

Like the dumbass you are, you instantly realize what just happened. You can feel the mortification blooming, hot and uncomfortable. To further prevent any slip-ups you revert into your shell on the drive up. When you finally step into the shop, you begin to feel a bit like your usual self.

“Babydoll will you play some music? I don’t know how long it’ll take.”

Still, in a bit of a haze, you clicked play on the first thing you saw. Melanie Martinez’ Playdate filtered in softly through the speakers. You felt yourself starting to relax and begin singing the words under your breath. Never the one to cuss without apologizing immediately afterward, Chris was surprised to hear how effortless those dirty words came out. It wasn’t until Lana’s Gods & Monsters started that he could feel the stirring in his pants. Seeing you move your hips while you danced around the shop, wearing his shirt, and singing about something so sensual was not lost on him. The jeans he wore becoming a little tighter by the time the song ended.

Once the song finishes, you hear the gentle rumble of your car coming back to life. You knew Chris was the best but hearing your car working after such a short amount time shocked you. You ran to him, jumping up to wrap your legs around him in the biggest hug you could give.

“You’re absolutely amazing, phenomenal; godsend, I could kiss you!”

“Why don’t you baby?”

The smile you wore began to grow unsure as you looked up into his eyes. The blues reminding you of the beach the both of you would often visit when you weren’t teaching or making lesson plans. Chris’ grip started to slowly tighten, an encouragement. Before you could be hypnotized further, you quickly reach up and give a soft kiss on his cheek. You mumble a quiet sorry before you turn your head to look away. Softly, he grips your chin and turns you to look back at him. As he leans down, you feel your breath catch. He squeezes you closer to him-

“You missed my mouth, babydoll.” giving you that wide ass smile reserved for you.

You unhook your legs from around him as he slides you down against him, setting you back down on your feet. As you walk towards the office you can hear him chuckling, but you’re too busy trying to get your mind out the gutter after what you felt pressing against you.

Thankfully by the time lunch rolls around you’ve managed to clear your mind and pulled Chris from under the hood to eat. Full from eating the other sandwhich Chris had packed for you, you sat together on the hood of his truck looking at the deserted street. Out the corner of your eye you see Chris suddenly turn his head toward you.

“You still owe me a kiss, babydoll.”

You sit there looking at him with a dropped jaw while he’s sitting there smirking. What a crass ass, you think to yourself.

“Mhm but if you don’t close that mouth of yours I’ll start thinking that maybe you want some other recommendations.”

Sometimes you forgot how excessive your friend was. Not willing to sit there and listen to him laugh anymore, you put a determined look on your face and slide your legs across his lap. Feeling victorious when the laugh dies in his throat you smirk down at him. You’re waiting for him to say something but he just keeps looking at you.

You feel his hands on your hips as he pushes you down to sit completely on him. Chris sees the questions starting to flit around behind your eyes, but is unwilling to let you go. His grip bruising, a contrast to the soft circles his thumbs are making. Still enraptured in each other stare you feel yourself leaning into him as he reaches up to connect your lips with his.

[perriewinklewrites]

                             ⌜COME ROLEPLAY WITH ME⌟

hey hi hello -- so this blog isn’t super active b u t i have been having a lot of muse lately and i would honestly love to get some more 1x1 threads going on here ?? i’m going to list some most wanted faces, opposites and plots below the cut, and if you’re interested in any of those things please just like this or hit me up !! i’m also more than willing to just plot something else out or brainstorm so basically, if you are wanting to have some laid-back threads, don’t be a stranger !! i would absolutely love to roleplay with you, get some nice things going at our own pace, you know ?? just let me know if you’re interested, angel !! xoxo

⌜WANTED FACES⌟ 

danielle campbell

zoey deutch

laura harrier

haley lu richardson

sofia carson

cierra ramirez

madison beer

amelia williamson

margot robbie

harry styles

tom holland

sam heughan

tommy martinez

⌜WANTED OPPOSITES⌟

tommy martinez

avan jogia

harry styles

tom holland

tom ellis

casey deidrick

alberto rosende

noah centineo

charlie hunnam

matthew daddario

can yaman

sofia carson

cierra ramirez

danielle campbell

kristine froseth

feel free to throw suggestions at me !!

⌜WANTED PLOTS⌟

pregnancy plots please ( sorry, i’m a sucker for those for some reason sue me ): 

this one ( bonus points if it’s against a charlie hunnam asdfghjk )

this one puh-lease ( willing to play both the female or male tbh )

any of these

domestic af plots please !!

low-key would love a tiny age gap plot ?? maybe in a bit of an ‘ mistress/secret lover ‘ kind of way ?? 

really sad af/angsty plots ?? ( miscarriage tw if you click the link )

just

some 

cute

things

like ( war mention tw )

this

or hit me up with your fave plots really !! lets plot, lets brainstorm pretty please !!

[popmusicu]

Pop music might be darker of what you think

Pop music always sounds so happy and uplifting, we often dance to it or enjoy it maybe without paying enough atention to the lyrics. Maybe its not our fault, for example, the song “levitating” by Dua Lipa is composed by Clarence Coffee Jr, Composer, Sarah Hudson, Stephen Kozmeniuk and Dua Lipa, this songs are pruposely manufactured between sevreal people (not to mention the more of 10 ones involved) to be a hit, sond catchy and stay in number one in billboards for some days. You would think that to be catchy, a song must have some simple lyrics, however, this isn´t always the case. Some of the most popular pop songs hide very dark and Deep meanings on their beats, for example, “chandelier” by Sia, a song wich granted the singer many awards and stayed in the 8° place on the billboards 2014, hides in the catchy chorus an obscure state of mind, “i´m gonna swing from a chandelier” is a metaphore of someone whose life and sanity have been affected (by alcoholism) until the point they are hanging by a thread in completely instability and fragile situation.

Lyrics like this should be a more frecuent theme on pop music, due to the mass reach it has it can be helpful to make visible some tabú subjects and start to think about it.

Vicente Martinez

[venofire-moved]

 20 followers I’d like to know better

Tagged by: @thesasstasticsoldier Tagging: @puckishphotog (Hockey puck actually do one of thse Jesus), @halfxsmile  @mythicbiiitch @outofmychair  @howlingstorminside@ukulelesolosandfoiledplans @cthulhubcy @deadtastic Name/Nickname: Vix, Vixy, Vixas according to Alex.  Gender: Female. Height: 5′4" Hogwarts House: Who knows??? Ravenclaw? Nah, I’m stupid, Hufflepuff.  Favorite Animal: All of them. Hours of Sleep: 8-9 Dogs or Cats: Cats. Number of Blankets: 3 (You were right Alex) Dream Trip: To... my kitchen? Myrtle’s Plantation? That big hole in the earth that the Nazi’s were interested that’s the portal to hell? Dream Job: I’m comfortable at Alex’s job. Time: 11:59pm. Birthday: October 27th. Favorite Bands: Rise Against, Gloryhammer, Disturbed, Eluveitie, Nothing More, The Birthday Massacre.  Favorite Solo Artist: Uhhhhhhh... Melanie Martinez? Song stuck In My Head: Well now it’s Life Will Change, because that’s what Alex was just listening to.  Last Movie I Watched: Saw IV. Last Show I watched: South Park. When did I create my Blog: Like 2 months ago for this particular version. What do I post/Reblog: Threads, Blood, Fire, Goth clothes, Fall Aesthetic, Art.  Last thing I Googled: ...Heroin. Why I chose My URL: Because it fits all three of these idiots. Original intent: I don’t really know how to answer?? All three of them turn to ash when they die. Other Blogs: Oh son of a bitch. Okay. @autvia @svcra @symmachos @betriieb @aathanatos @aranthian @apechthis @kyriaammou @eironikos @supervisingthat @villainous-oc-review @kiidemonas Most are inactive but I think that’s all of them?

Following: 91 Followers: 57 (grumbly Vix) Lucky number: ...47? Favorite Instrument: Violin. What am I wearing: Pink and black plaid shorts and a black t shirt that says I’m not a serial killer. Nationality: American. Favorite Song: If it’s by Rise Against it’s my favorite. Last Book I Read: That I finished, The Eyes of the Dragon by Stephen King, that I’m currently working on, The Green Mile, by Stephen King Top Three Fictional Universes I’d Like to Join: Legend of Zelda, Dragon Age, Harvest Moon. (I’d Say Elder Scrolls and Fable, but I’d get fucked up)