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preciselyforthatreason · 10 hours ago

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I was traveling in Mexico by myself for about a month. After many recommendations of various people iv’e met I decided to stop by San Mateo. I kind of had expectations about the place without really knowing what I was going to do there. So, leaving from the coast I met 2 people from france, real stoners. both been triming weed in California We smoked a lot of weed together and didn’t talk that much. Anyways, in the ‘’collectivo’’ we were already high. By noon I was drunk. We met this guy in San Mateo that i’ve immediatly found cute. Sure he was older and had these weird crooked eyes we shared an other taxi with him his name was Jorge he seemed like he was escaping something dont know what.. I know he had a wife but he kept on saying that I was hot and called me baby all the ride. We got to San Mateo and drank until 4 mezcal and corona in front of the tienda. Life felt sweet at that moment. I could somehow feel that I was on the right path leading to where that I don’t know but it felt right being there in the mountains being drunk and high before night. Anyways,, i ended up renting a room up Jorge place for really cheap. I did’nt really understand how and who was renting the place because my spanish was really bad,

It was a 17 years old guy that seemed a little bit troubled that kept on walking around the house all day that gave me the key and agreed for 80 pesos a night. The room was all in wood, cracked floors There was also this little guy probably 10 that Made him drew in my notebook and he was with his granpa we shared a few words and three of us were just staring at the sunset.

I didnt really had a place to cook so my alimention was basically avocados eggs and beans. At some point my stomach just freaked out. I wasnt pooing so much. The toilet that was shared wasnt really working I actually didnt know How to flush it so I felt kind of ashamed of pooping in the bowl knowing that Jorge was the one taking care of the place and sharing the toilet with me. So I would always try to shit elsewhere like at the restaurant or at the french people hostel. But One night I woke up it was probably 5 am and I had the wort Cramps like I had to go to the bathroom so bad. I didnt want to go first because it was night and dark and Second because i knew it was gonna be a messy poop. , I shat on the floor. It was a regular size normal texture, emoji kind of poop. With pages of my notebook that I ripped I took my shit and put it in a plastic bag. Thinking It was over, I climbed back to bed smiling inside thinking how silly it was. But then, An other cramp hit. My buthole start hurting and immidietaly I pulled down my pants and pooped on the floor. This time the texture seemed a bit more moldy and soft, I knew it was going to get worst and worst. I had to do the same cleaning method, altough the plastic bag was almost full. I started to panic. I felt horible, here I was pooping on the floor like a dog, and cleaning it, all of that because I did’nt want to poop in the shared toilet. I knew I was gonna shit more, and I knew it was gonna get dirtier, but I restrain my self from using the washroom. I stayed in my room and shat about 3 more times. At the end, it was really liquid, poop was everywhere on the floor and no more plastic bag

I wiped my but with a sock that I use to clean the floor. I was so scared that Jorge downstair heard me, or that drips of poop would fall through the cracks of the floor and hit his face or his table. I endend up taking a bag) and filled it with all of my filth. I walked on the little road and dumped it under a small building that seemed abandonned. I also pooped in the bag on the way there. When I think back about that story I feel so silly. I remember after being shy of seeing Jorge, I kinda felt that everybody knew in San Mateo that I shat on the floor.

#2019 # i wrote this

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throneheiress · 4 years ago

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#three trimes trouble #i'll give my life for you 🐭 livia #my little thunderstorm 🌟 mila

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just-jordie-things · 6 years ago

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Peter Parker

- The Night We Met

- Spidey’s #1 Fan

- I’ll Always Come Back To You

- We Had A Deal

- Easy Love

- Unfinished Business

- Party Tricks

- Too Good

- Adopted Nuisance

- Homecoming

- Don’t You Believe in Fate?

- It Was an Accident!

- (Not) A Normal Day

- Troubled Trimes

- Spidey Pajamas

- Kinda Like a Married Couple

- Surprise Ned!

- Lady Advice

- Gym Class Gossip

- Your Soul

- Menace

- Hurt

- Plus One (part two) (part three) (part four) (part five) (part six)

- She’s Not Yours

- The Five Cases of Proof

- Life of the Party

- Jealous Much?

- Partners In Crime Fighting

- Long Days

- Whenever You Need Me, I’ll Be Right Here

- So Cold

- Training

Peter Maximoff

- Future Jumping (part two) (only time will tell when you can jump to the future: a bonus chapter written by @fandomgirlz01)

- Accidents Happen

#jordie's masterlist

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minteapurrs · 7 years ago

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So...Reverse Mermaid!Lance Au, huh...

Okay, so this is officially a thing,,, I'm shaking in my socks

Here y’all go @cumslutkeith and Co

After Lance damn near kills him with his tail,and disappears, Keith spends an awful lot more time on that beach

he leaves food for Lance from the fancy galas that his mother throws, and once, he actually went swimming in search of him (He was absolutely horrified the entire time bc it was dark and he was nnnot ready)

Guys...He misses his new fish crush

But don't worry, Lance is very aware this is happening

He's just been down in the depths, avoiding the hell out of the surface and complaining to Pidge that he was technically kidnapped (Was he tho)

lance: "Pidge they're hostile things with fur and legs we gotta get 'em" Pidge: "...Lance...For once, somebody actually wants you to acknowledge them. go back up there"

Which strikes a nerve, so Lance decides "Fuck it. Let's go see the damn cat then."

The first time he went to check out the food Keith left for him, he spent twenty minutes playing "Wtf is this?" and "Grown from the ground or from something's head???"

But whenever he sees keith coming back, he swims away as fast as he can

It's like that for a while, but the day Keith stops leaving platters of food and leaves a dead fish on the sand, Lance gets real offended real fast

The next day, he catches Keith dropping a carp on a rock and surges forward, yelling about how mermaids are vegetarian and if he doesn't get that fish off of that rock he's gonna smack him upside the head with it

Keith is internally screaming bc

One, hello merlove of my life

Two, "So all I had to do was kill a fish?"

"...You killed it?!"

Before Keith can respond, he's getting hit in the face (Again) with a mix of water and sand, and Lance is gone again

Keith goes back to pining on the beach with droopy cat ears, cursing under his breath because damn, he didn't even get his name.

Lance, on the other hand, doesn’t plan on giving him the light of motherfucking day

“He’s a cat, and I’m a fish, it wouldn’t work.”

Hunk, fed up with Lance’s bullshit “Then why don’t you ask Haggar to make you a cat? Then maybe--”

Lance, already shutting it down “Uh no. I like my tail, and so does he, and that’s how it’s gonna work, that’s how it’s gonna stay. I don't need legs, so Haggar can take her shifty ass eel magic and shove it up her--”

You catch my drift

Hunk convinces Lance to actually go back up to the beach and Lance decides that... Maybe... He’ll be nice and leave keith something shiny

Cause the boy loves shiny stuff

When keith arrives at the beach, Lance is already there, head propped up on his hands by his elbows, with his tail moving about in the shallow waves

“Hey! You kill another fish for me?”

“More like my mother’s petunias.”

It makes Lance smile, maybe a little more than he should have

“I’ll give you this... thing, if you give me those petunia things.”

“...A fork?”

“Whatever fills your gills, man.”

Keith is pretty sure he doesn’t have an gills, but he decides not to say anything, and instead, introduces himself

“I’m Keith, by the way. Prince of the Galran empire and heir to the throne. And you are?” His voice cracked about three trimes because nerves and...yeah, more nerves

And then there’s Lance, chewing on the petunia petals “The name’s Lance.” Nothing else followed, but a smirk and a pair of finger guns “And Iiii’ve gotta go.”

Lance leaves, and Keith turns to see none other than his mother, saying something about an arranged marriage in a few months, but he’s still stuck on the merman with the ocean eyes and the sailor mouth; the one named Lance.

Keith was in trouble, and he knew it.

...When the writing doesn’t improve by one quiznacking percent *Cri*

#hey! this is a thing! i'm terrified!#mermaid!lance #galra prince!keith #god bless the anon who requested this i had so many ideas i didn't even know i had??#here #have these...really bad hcs

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the-serpent-witch · 8 years ago

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Serpent’s 30 days of witchcraft Challenge

All of these posts will be tagged “Serpent Witchcraft challenge” in case you want to join! How to join: Reblog this post. Every time you write a report or something for this challenge, make sure to add a link to this post so it’s easy for everyone to find. You can join at any time. Resources: You may use any blog, website or book you can find. If you are using spells written by someone else, make sure to post a link or a source. You can use my blog for resources too. I reccomend using my tag list to find what you are looking for. (CTRL+F can be very helpful when searching for something in this list) http://the-serpent-witch.tumblr.com/tagged/taglist If you are having trouble with parts of the challenge, please message me! The challenge:

Day 1: Write one post about what you wish to accomplish before the end of the challenge. Make sure you have 2 or 3 short term goals, such as “By the end of the challenge, I want to have cast or crafted three different kinds of spells with the goal of protecting myself” or “By the end of the challenge, I want to be able to write at least 400 words about how to use sigils”

Day 2: Find at least 20 songs that make you feel like practicing the craft. Share the list, tag the post with “Serpent Witchcraft Challenge music”

Day 3: Read some of these articles, but at least one. What is your opinion? Can we still learn from each other if we are not willing to share our experiences openly? http://sarahannelawless.com/2011/07/01/oversharing-witches/ https://thetwistedrope.wordpress.com/2015/10/13/thoughts-on-oversharing/

Day 4: If you’re not doing this already, start a journal. Write about your day, about what kind of witchy things you have done, and what kind of magick you could have done to improve your day, or to improve something in the future. It might also be time to start a Grimoire, if you’d like. This month is a good month to start, because you will be doing some interesting things that are worth documenting.

Day 5: What do you do to protect yourself? Check all your protection spells, redo them if necessary,, add a little extra energy to them. Now find one new way of protecting yourself that you haven’t tried yet. Try it.

Day 6: Take a picture of something that has strong witchy associations for you. Make sure it’s nothing too personal.

Day 7: Research the use of sigils. Create a sigil. (Check my Sigils_xAll tag)

Day 8: Watch a movie or episode of a series about witchcraft.

Day 9: Share your favourite story or myth from folklore/mythology.

Day 10: Try tasseography. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tasseography

Day 11: Trime for some kitchen witchcraft. Cook something and share the recipe. If you would like, you can also tell us what you have done to add magick.

Day 12: What is your favourite herb, your favourite flower, your favourite tree and your favourite crystal? Find correspondences for all of these. Perhaps you can also find the meaning of the colours of your favourites?

Day 13: Spend some time with something you’d like to work with more often. This could be a favourite crystal, a tarot deck, runes.. Hold it and meditate, but keep your journal handy. Write down anything that comes to mind. You may find it easier to (re)connect than you had expected.

Day 14: Do you work with deities, or would you like to? Tell us why or why not. If you do work with one, it’s time for an offering. If you are not working with one, but would like to, find some info about deities you might be interested in.

Day 15: This is the beginning of the third week. Try meditating for 10 minutes every day for 7 days.

Day 16: Create a correspondence list.

Day 17: Choose a topic such as Tarot, Runes, etc. Place all objects in the set in front of you. Go to random.org and make the amount of cards/runes/etc the max in the “True Random Number Generator” Whatever number comes up, you will pick that card/rune and write about it. What do you already (think you) know? How does it make you feel? Do research.

Day 18: Pick a famous or well known witch or occultist. Watch videos they posted on youtube, interviews, check their website, read a bit about the books they wrote. How do you feel about them, their image, their path, their opinions and views?

Day 19: Write about something of your choice. Anything.

Day 20: Write a spell. I have made a PDF you can use to record all of your spells: https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B3NcSPOYec9dcnpkTGVaSE54OEE/view?usp=sharing

Day 21: Did you remember to do your 7 days of meditating? Good! If not, that is fine too! It’s time to do something nice. Go to one of your favourite blogs, and send them a nice message. It doesn’t have to be anything witchy. Aditionally, you could work on your correspondence list.

Day 22: Pick 5 symbols. These may be religious symbols, or anything significant in history. Research their history and meaning.

Day 23: Do you use technology in your magick? Try it, even if it’s just something small.

Day 24: Burn something. Anything. Collect the ashes. What could you use these for? Try to find a way to use them in your magick.

Day 25: Fetches. Have you ever heard of them? Do some research. I’ve got some for you already, But I’m sure you can find some more info: http://traditionalwitchcraft.tumblr.com/post/45147381368/the-fetch http://everythingunderthemoon.net/forum/forming-fetch-t25079.html

Day 26: Enchant something. Could be jewelry, clothing, your journal or grimoire, or anything else that might be useful when enchanted

Day 27: Today we get creative. Get a jar, some base oil (sunflower, olive, etc) and one or more essential oils you like. Find out what their uses are and make sure they are safe to use on your skin. Mix them, test them to make sure it doesn’t irritate your skin. I made one to use for trance travel, but you can make oils for anything.

Day 28: Do some research on creatures or entities you know very little about. Dragons, fae, deamons, succubi, etc. Do you believe in their existence? Would you like to work with them?

Day 29: Pick one herb and make it into a water.

Day 30: Congratulations! You have made it to the last day! Bake or buy cookies (post the recipe!), buy some good wine, juice or your favourite drink and celebrate. Maybe you could use the list of songs you made in the first week.

I would like to get feedback if you decide to join me!

#Serpent Witchcraft Challenge #witchcraft challenge #30daysofwitchcraft #30 days of witchcraft

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dono-harm-totonystark · 7 years ago

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Oh, SHIT I realised the second ask called for all of the companions, not only the romanced ones, only after Our Sweet Bagel posted this. Whoops? Anyway, let me quickly add them, and I hope you’ll forgive me if I do this in bullet points ‘cause that monster up there took me three days to write because I can never shut up…

((Also, no DLC-companions ‘cause I’m poor; maybe Bagel will be good enough to do them <3))

Okay, here we go!

Codsworth

gifting is tricky for him since he’s a robot and doesn’t have many options

but hey, it’s Christmas and there’s no way he’s not honouring the tradition of the family he will always consider himself part of, even if half of it’s gone

so when Sole’s not around, he goes all the way down to Diamond City, making precise careful calculations to be there at night so that he can deal with Percy at Diamond City Surplus

(especially since he doesn’t really know how the people would react to a robot just casually floating into DC on his own)

when he gets back, Sole’s home, so he pretends to have been just triming the hedges nearby because, and I quote, “Every time I go around them, they are so insufferably asymmetrical…”

he promptly thinks that giving them the gift right away, face-to-face, would be too much boldness on his part, after all, he is but a cleaning robot and had never been invited to festivities before–he wouldn’t want to impose…

so he leaves his gift on a table near Sole’s workshop and watches their reaction as they open it from afar

Sole opens the wrapping to find the exact, perfect-state replica of their favourite outfit from before the war inside

and they promptly go, “CODSWORTH!”

Codsworth floats over, his subsystems buzzing nervously, but Sole just asks him if he has any idea who might’ve left that gift for them

Codsworth relays all power to the social-interaction module, straining to overwrite his programming to say, “I have no idea, mum/sir”

Sole laughs and goes, “Well, nevermind, I’m just gonna go change into it while I still have some time. Speaking of which, would you like to join the rest of us for dinner, keep us some company? Maybe make sure we don’t all end up hopelessly drunk?” Codsworth’s voice module suddenly gets some power troubles when he says, “It would be my utmost pleasure.”

Deacon

definitely in the bizarre department

Sole doesn’t come to the Railroad on the Christmas morning but they send Dogmeat over with a backpack full of small gifts for everyone as a way of apology and a note saying they’ll drop by as soon as they can

Deacon decides to get revenge and makes a prank gift for when they do come, even though Des is throwing him black looks as he works on it

when Sole comes over, Deacon ostensibly points to the Christmas ‘tree’ made out of beautifully arranged pipes and lights (he and Tinker Tom worked on it all night after Des told them to go get a real tree)

there’s a plain cardboard box underneath the tree

Deacon’s just standing there with his arms crossed like, “Well, go on, open it, FINALLY”

Sole laughs but takes it

…and finds a bald pull-on mask inside and a pair of sunglasses

they stare at it for a moment, speechless

Deacon can barely stifle laughter, he doubles down, unable to breathe

Tinker Tom’s sitting there grinning, but everyone else doesn’t really know how to react

Des is shaking her head and pretends to be busy with planning even though she’s watching it all out of the corner of her eye

and then Sole pulls on that mask, puts on the glasses and just goes, “Hi, I’m Dick-con and I’m an asshole!” and the entire HQ bursts out laughing

Dogmeat (yes, I know, I know, the DOG?!… please just bear with me)

that Morning, Dogmeat wakes up to the sounds of his Human being sad

they had been thrashing around at night, which Dogmeat had already learnt usually meant they were going to be Sad and make weird heart-wrenching Sounds and have their face Wet when they woke up

sometimes they woke up at Dark and it was worse, so he supposed this wasn’t so bad

but still he went to Comfort them as he usually would and as he opened the Door with his front paws, he could already see it was much much worse than Always

he didn’t know why, it’s not like anything changed, except maybe for the Snow outside, but Dogmeat didn’t think Snow was a good enough reason to be sad; quite the opposite

but it didn’t matter to him; all that mattered was that his Human was sad

so he jumped on their knees and pushed his face under their hands and they started petting him but it didn’t seem to work

so he got up there on the Big Bed and pulled them back down and licked their face, and they laughed which usually meant he did Good, but even though they petted him and looked at him their face was still Wet and it didn’t make any sense

well, there was one other Thing that always cheered him up, so surely it would work for them too, right??

so he jumped off and ran across the House and then out to His House (why did he leave it in His House?? why not take it to the Other Bed?) and brought the Thing to the Human

and they Sounded and Wetted even more???

but then they said he was a Good Boy!!! so it was all okay, yes? he jumped on the Big Bed next to them and put his face on their knees as they petted the Thing on its head and round Ears and moved the Funny round fingerless paws that the Thing had

and then they said, “Thank you, Dogmeat. But this is yours. I can’t take your teddy bear. Here.” and handed the Thing back to him??? it didn’t make any sense, but it didn’t matter to him; all that mattered was that his Human wasn’t sad anymore.

Nick

when all the festivities are finished, he asks Sole to come with him to his agency because he wants to give them their present

and when they get there, he pulls out this thick folder and slides it to her on the table, but still keeps his robotic hand on it

he says, “Listen, this might be very good or very bad for you. I just thought you would want to know, and…” and then opens the folder, revealing the first page that says, “Subject #245, ‘Shaun’: Development Notes”

Sole feels their heart sink; it’s clearly all the Institute’s records on Shaun’s childhood, his actual, real childhood

“Where did you get this?” they ask; Nick explains he took extra effort to pull it from the Institute’s archives when they were there last time; he would’ve given it to them earlier but he was conflicted about whether or not it would do them more harm than good

Sole sits down, clutching the file; they honestly don’t know, either

Nick sees their pain and explains, “I flipped through it when compiling. They didn’t do anything bad to him, but it is written in a scientific, emotionless language. There are pictures, though. I thought that alone might…”

Sole doesn’t let him finish; they open the folder–they’ll read it later, for now they just want to see their baby grow up for the first time in their life

they study the pictures one by one; there’s at least one per day up until Shaun is a full year old; afterwards, they photographed him several times a week to keep track of his development

it’s physically painful to see him in the Institute’s white walls; the scientists’ faces are never shown, only their hands as they hold him, feed him, take samples… but afterwards, when he gets bigger, he seems happy–and that hurts even more, but also fills Sole’s heart with joy, that though not ideal, their child had at least a happy life

they close the folder and hold it close like the most precious treasure as they look up at Nick with tearful eyes; “Thank you, Nick,” they say, “so, so much. Thank you for giving me my baby back.”

BONUS: romanced!Nick + synth!Shaun (+ f!Sole again because technical issues, sorry)

Shaun’s been staying with Nick for a while now, since he needs to go to school and Sole’s too busy with all her responsibilities to stay in DC all the time; she felt bad to ask Nick for yet another favour, but he was more than happy to have a hand in the boy’s education

Sole comes to visit as often as she can, and this whole ‘joint custody’ thing made her and Nick grow really close over time

Nick doesn’t really know what to make of what he’s feeling; it makes no sense, not with how a huge part of him is still pining for Jen, how every time he shuts down for pre-programmed repairs, he comes to and hopes to see her next to him… so can the feelings he has for Sole even be real?

and the way Sole acts around him, there are only two explanations: she either considers him a very good friend, or she’s as uncomfortable with her feelings as he is and pushes them back; he can’t really blame her–it must be terribly confusing to find oneself having feelings, whatever they may be, for a Generation-2 prototype synth, especially one looking the way he does, whose entire self is contained in a chip; plus a few undesired additions, like Kellogg’s thoughts sometimes bugging him like a needle pricking at the back of his consciousness

but still, awkwardness or not, Nick finds himself wishing for Sole to be there already more often than not, and every time Shaun asks, “When is Mommy going to come visit?”, he has to consciously make sure to say, “I don’t know, pal. Hopefully soon.”

until one day he’s too busy with analysing a case and when Shaun comes to ask him that, Nick replies with, “I miss her too, buddy, but I really don’t know.” before realising what he just said and looking up at Shaun in disbelief; Shaun then only turns around and runs back up to his room, and the topic never comes up again

but then Christmas rolls around, and Sole gives them a heads-up she’ll only manage to meet them at the Dugout Inn at the celebrations hosted by Vadim brothers for all the less-fortunate folks of Diamond City, and, after a small donation, for the more fortunate, too

but Nick knows taking a 10-year-old kid with him to a place like the Dugout Inn isn’t probably the smartest idea, so Shaun agrees to stay home and go to sleep early so he can see Mommy early in the morning

after the festivities are done and Nick and Sole get back to the agency he asks her to take a look at something Shaun made, something he didn’t exactly know what to make of, and he can see Sole’s surprise and concern in her eyes–like any mother, she feared for what her child could’ve gotten himself into, and it warmed Nick’s heart with hope more than he’d be willing to admit to see her treat a synth like a real son, real family

he hands her a comic that Shaun drew and brought to him a few days ago; Sole brought him her collection of comics and magazines to busy himself with when she wasn’t there, and Shaun apparently thought they were one of her most prized possessions; “Well, he’s not so much off the mark,” she says as Nick explains

she takes the short comic, drawn in her child’s hand, and starts to slowly read it, carefully taking in each page; Nick already knows what’s there–it’s a child-like fantasy of how their life would look like if Sole didn’t have to leave all the time, and could instead stay here with them, and it was heartbreaking and… something else

now Nick can see all those emotions Shaun tried to convey pass through Sole’s face: anguish, longing, hope… and then she reaches the last page.

Nick knows what’s on the last page and he can feel his coolant pumping like crazy; he swears his palms would be sweaty right now if… well, if he had both of them, for starters; his metal fingers glide over the object he’s been carrying in his coat’s pocket for some time now

Sole doesn’t react at first; she stares, slack-jawed, at the full-page elaborate, probably the most carefully-drawn panel in the entire book which shows her and Nick locked in an embrace and a speech bubble above his head with a “Will you marry me?” written in all-caps inside

Sole looks up at him slowly; he knows he made her think it was something bad, so now she’s probably asking herself what’s going on and why is he so concerned about this–clearly, a child’s innocent fantasy is no reason to worry

but the truth is, Nick wasn’t concerned at all; he just promised Shaun to give her that comic for Christmas and when he saw what was inside, there was no way he could do it without getting all weird and Sole may have just read a bit too much into this

but now she’s staring up at him in surprise, and for the first time in his synth life he freezes

it takes him a second to get over himself, and soon Sole’s surprise turns into pure unbridled shock when he pulls out a small silver ring and holds it out to her in his robotic fingers

it’s a stalemate: Nick was supposed to say the line, but he barely managed to get his hand to move, so he doesn’t want to try speaking, just in case; and Sole is clearly too shocked to react in any meaningful way–only one of her hands is twitching, like she wants to do something, but she just can’t

and then the smallest of voices speaks up from the doorway as Shaun watches the scene unravel: “Mommy?” Sole looks at him, not any less surprised, her head turning stiffly, as if with effort

and then after another second she bursts out in lenient, cheerful laughter and all the tension immediately dissipates when Shaun asks with the honesty only a hopeful child can have: “Say ‘yes’, okay?”

Strong (yes, Strong; I did the dog, why are you surprised?)

about two weeks before Christmas, Sole notices Strong is no longer at the settlement where they left him; they never kept much track of what Strong was doing, but they do notice when he’s gone and no one, somehow, can tell where he went

another thing that seems to be gone is Sole’s triple missile launcher, which leads them to be really afraid of what that idiot may have decided to do

but when a few days pass and they don’t hear a word of a settlement having been burnt to the ground or otherwise attacked by a single supermutant with a missile launcher, they calm down and decide there’s no point in worrying about it, that it’s just probably another one of his super-quirks

next time they see him, it’s Christmas–everyone’s having dinner in the great hall they built specifically for this purpose and occasion, when suddenly Sole hears Strong calling them to the outside

“You can come and eat with us, Strong, if you w–” they start saying as they walk out, but a loud crash interrupts them as Strong drops their Christmas present on the ground in front of them

it’s a Behemoth’s club, the enormous one made from a fire hydrant, with something that looks suspiciously like a string of intestines wrapped around it like a bow

and before Sole finds the cat that stole their tongue, Strong says, “Strong tell human that human like Behemoth. So human deserve this.” “Thank… you? Uhh… did you… go and fight a Behemoth for this, Strong?” “Yes. Missiles help.” “Oh, and what happened to the missile launcher?” “Broken. When Behemoth not die from booms, Strong beat Behemoth with gun. Bring this instead.” “Wow, it’s really… really big. You must know I can’t possibly carry this.” “It okay. Strong carry for human.”

and when he says it, Strong grabs the fire hydrant club, heaves it up onto his shoulder and walks off without looking back; Sole decides not to ask how Strong even knew about Christmas and the gift-giving tradition…

somewhere mid-December, X6 asks Sole to give him “time off” to go to the Institute for “personal reasons”

Sole has never heard him use either phrase before and they’re quite a bit surprised, but they agree without asking questions–it’s probably better this way anyway

late evening on Christmas Eve, X6 comes to Sole again, just suddenly appears at their doorstep as they’re preparing some things to give to the people at the Christmas dinner tomorrow, and immediately says, “I’m sorry for the intrusion. I am aware many of your companions would not react well to seeing me here during this time.”

just as Sole starts to reassure him that it’s not that bad, X6 raises his hand, “You misunderstand. I don’t feel the need to participate in your holiday activities. However, the way you persevere in treating me with respect and your human warmth, even though I do not always reciprocate it, appears to be more important to me than I realised. That is why I thought that, in honor of your traditions, I should come and bring you this.”

he hands Sole a small, but surprisingly heavy Institute suitcase; and when they open it, they discover rows and rows of mostly unfamiliar tools arranged neatly inside; they throw X6 a surprised look “On several occasions, you expressed your concern for your synth companions getting damaged on your adventures, including me. Should you desire to fix them, this case contains everything you might possibly need. Some of us are more human than others, so you might need certain medical prowess as well, but for those of us who are more robotic, like me or the un… I mean, Nick Valentine… This should be more than enough. Merry Christmas, I imagine the saying goes?”

and as he says it, he turns around to leave; Sole tears their eyes off of the tools the Institute refused to give them when they asked last time–meaning that bringing them this gift might actually have put X6 at risk–and stops X6 with an, “Are you sure you don’t want to stay?” “There is no place for me here. I know that. I would not like to make anyone uncomfortable or afraid during this time that you humans consider so important. I shall return at the beginning of next month. That is, if you want me to.” “I do,” Sole says and watches him disappear into the dark of the early Wasteland night.

WHAT DO YOU THINK ROMANCED COMPANIONS WOULD BE LIKE WAKING UP ON CHRISTMAS MORNING AND WHAT GIFT WOULD THEY BRING SOLE IM YELLING BECAUSE IM THINKING OF ALL THE CUTE FLUFF STUFF

Okay sooo, this wasn’t written by me but by my good friend @fantomofthehiddles, who did a super good job at this masterpiece. It’s under keep reading because it is long and amazing :P

[[Damn, Iturned this into an f!Sole before I realised what I was doing. So sorry, I’lldo better next time, I pwomise! ;__;]]

[[Also,sorry this turned to be as long as an average Ghoul lifespan…]]

Sole awoke one morning to find the worldcovered in snow. At first, she felt surreal, like in the old world, like justin a second she would hear Shaun shifting in his crib, crying for his mommy.But it wasn’t Nate who was still asleep next to her, and it wasn’t 2077anymore. It was just the thick layer of snow and halos of icicles hideverything that, up till now, did a very good job of reminding her the worldhad changed: ruined houses, dead trees with broken branches, ubiquitous debris,and even the yelloweed grass. She reached for her Pip-Boy, as she did everymorning, accidentally turning the knob to “Data”, and if it wasn’t for that,she wouldn’t even realize it was 25th of December already. And thenit hit her: this would be her first Christmas without Nate, without Shaun…without her family.

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Gold $3 never fit in American coinage

The gold $3 struck at the mint in Dahlonega in 1854 has long been known as a very rare coin. (Image courtesty Stack’s Bowers)

With an increasing supply of gold in the United States during the 1830s, President Andrew Jackson sought ways to put more gold and silver coins into the hands of the average citizen. In April 1836, as part of this agenda, a report was made to the House of Representatives suggesting additional gold coins, to be valued at one, two, and three dollars.

As a result of this report, Treasury Secretary Levi Woodbury, acting on behalf of the President, asked Mint Director Robert M. Patterson to have prepared a one dollar gold coin for a start. Such patterns were made but Dr. Patterson persuaded the government that only third-rate countries struck such small gold coins and the idea died.

For some years after 1836 little was heard of new denominations for the gold coinage but the California Gold Rush of 1848 caused many changes to be made in the monetary system. There was perhaps none stranger than the $3 gold piece introduced in 1854.

The massive gold coinage following the Gold Rush of 1848-1849 caused silver coins to be undervalued, and as in the 1960s when silver rose in price, speculators bought up all of them that they could find. This outflow of silver to Europe in the early 1850s created great harm throughout the country and complaints regarding the shortage of silver coins were soon made to Congress from virtually every quarter. In 1851, Congress took the plunge by introducing a debased silver three-cent piece, the trime.

Seeing that the trime stayed in circulation, Congress turned its attention to the rest of the silver coinage and also reduced the weight of the dime, quarter and half dollar. The subsidiary silver coinage law, passed on Feb. 21, 1853, contained a joker little noticed at the time: Section 7 decreed a $3 gold coin.

It appears that the official reasoning for this odd denomination was the three-cent postal rate adopted in 1851. This rationale is nonsense and fooled very few people, then or now. It is difficult to believe that any citizen would go to the trouble to obtain a $3 gold piece (well over a day’s pay) just to buy 100 postage stamps. Even three cents was a significant sum in those days and virtually no one, outside of perhaps a few businesses, had any use for more than a small number of stamps on hand.

The real reason appears to be nothing more than a desire of the gold interests to have a new gold coin and therefore create another destination for their bullion. The more gold coins that were used in the marketplaces, the more gold that could be profitably mined.

Chief Engraver James B. Longacre designed the gold $3.

Chief Engraver James B. Longacre was given the job of designing the new coin. He had a virtually free hand, though within certain prescribed limits: the obverse had to bear a head of Liberty and the reverse a wreath enclosing the denomination. Within a short time he had produced several sketches.

Mint officials and Treasury Secretary James Guthrie made the final choice and Longacre was directed to prepare the necessary hubs and dies. There is general agreement at present, and probably in 1854 as well, that the chief engraver had produced a very good design.

It is of course true that this new Liberty head, with feathered tiara, was merely a revised version of that which had already appeared on the $20 gold piece (double eagle) but nevertheless the effect is outstanding. It has been dubbed the “Indian Princess” design with good reason. The reverse bears a composite wreath composed of corn, wheat, cotton and tobacco enclosing the date and denomination.

In 1855, the word DOLLARS on the reverse was made larger. (Stack’s Bowers image)

Longacre normally worked rather slowly and the winter of 1853-1854 was to be no exception. It was not until April 1854 that the first dies were ready and at the end of the month the first trial strikes were made, to be followed by a small number of proof coins early in May.

Mint technicians made the decision to go for a relatively broad planchet. When compared to the quarter eagle ($2.50 gold) the $3 gold is much wider and thinner than would be expected. (The expanded diameter found on the $3 gold coin was perhaps the direct inspiration for a similar change to the gold dollar in the latter part of 1854.)

Regular coinage for the $3 gold piece began on May 8, 1854, and continued strongly for some weeks. By early in June most of the year’s coinage had been struck, but there was a small mintage of about 20,000 pieces in November. Overall, the 1854 Philadelphia issue is the third most common $3 gold coin and is valued in the monthly price guide appearing in Numismatic News at $1,000 in XF-40. (The largest mintage was in 1854, but many were later melted or exported during the Civil War.)

Quotations are regularly seen in the Numismatic News Coin Market price guide and elsewhere for specimens down to F-12 condition but it should be noted that few people collect U.S. gold coinage, and especially the $3 piece, in this lower grade unless the coin is an extreme rarity.

Dies were sent to the branch mints, but only New Orleans and Dahlonega saw fit to coin the new denomination. Charlotte did not do so, no doubt realizing that demand would be very slight. Dahlonega struck a mere 1,120 pieces. The 1854-D $3 gold is a classic rarity and one estimate has been made that only around two dozen pieces are known. It is estimated in price guides at about $22,000 in XF-40. It is very rare in uncirculated condition.

New Orleans also coined this denomination in 1854 but the value of $3,000 in XF-40 reported by Numismatic News is fairly reasonable considering the mintage of 24,000. However, even that coinage is relatively large when later years are taken into consideration.

Towards the end of 1854 there were discussions about the reverse, centering on complaints from bankers and some members of the general public that the word DOLLARS on the reverse was much too small and ought to be made larger. Longacre executed this change in late 1854 and the first coinage of the modified reverse design came in February 1855.

The 1855 coinage was down considerably from that of 1854, showing that the novelty had worn off and very few people indeed were interested in using a new coin which did not fit accepted decimal calculations. In fact, with minor exceptions in the 1870s, the Philadelphia Mint rarely struck more than a few thousand such coins in any year after 1859.

For reasons that seem to defy logical explanation, the San Francisco Mint struck a considerable number of $3 gold coins between 1855 and 1860. It may simply be that Mint authorities insisted that depositors accept portions of their bullion return in different denominations. The $3 gold coin was close in value to the quarter eagle ($2.50 gold), making this coin rather pointless in the California economy.

Of the several dates of the $3 gold struck at San Francisco, only the 1856-S, with 34,500 struck, can be called relatively common. Price guides show this piece at $1,325 in XF-40, not all that far above the rare Philadelphia issues of the 1860s. Few people, however, collect this series by date and mintmark.

Here is an example of the 1860-S $3 gold piece. (Image courtesy of Heritage)

The 2018 Red Rook reports that San Francisco struck 7,000 $3 gold coins in 1860, but 2,592 of these were lightweight and later (1869) melted. Unfortunately this entry is the result of an error made by a researcher in the early 1960s. What actually happened was that some lightweight $3 gold pieces were found in a California Subtreasury and sent to Philadelphia for melting. (The current Mega Red version of the Red Book, says that the 2,592 melted pieces had been struck in 1860 at Philadelphia but this entry is also wrong.)

With the beginning of the American Civil War in April 1861 gold coins were soon (December 1861) hoarded by an increasingly nervous population. Silver coins went not long afterwards (June 1862) and for most of the war there was little in the way of coins for the public in the Eastern part of the United States. Gold did remain in circulation on the West Coast, however, as that area was not affected by the massive issues of federal paper money.

It was general Philadelphia Mint practice in the 1860s to strike at least a token number of non-proof coins of every denomination each year though this system did fail on occasion. (The 1863 quarter eagle is a case in point.) The $3 gold coin was being used but little in the years immediately preceding the Civil War and there certainly was no use for it in the years after 1865 when no gold coin circulated. Some $3 pieces were released by the Mint to those wishing new coins for Christmas and birthdays, but, because gold had to be exchanged for gold, not all that much left in this manner.

Dies for the $3 gold coin were sent to San Francisco for the 1870 coinage but there is considerable confusion regarding the status of the one or two pieces struck. Officially only one piece was struck – to be placed in the cornerstone of the new Mint building – but the 1911 Woodin sale contained an 1870-S $3 piece along with a note indicating that it was a duplicate.

Some numismatists have questioned whether the cornerstone ever contained the 1870-S $3 gold coin, but almost certainly the proper specimen was put in the correct place. The duplicate piece wound up in the Eliasberg collection and was later sold in a Bowers & Ruddy sale of October 1982 for $625,000.

This is an 1872 pattern $3 gold piece (Image courtesy of Stack’s Bowers)

In 1872 and 1873 Chief Engraver William Barber executed a series of pattern “Amazonian” gold coins of better than average quality. The $3 pattern appears only for 1872 and very few are known today. No other pattern coins of this denomination were made although off-metal strikes, sometimes classed as patterns, do exist for some dates.

While 1871 and 1872 Philadelphia coinages are the usual low numbers, 1873 was something quite different. There was an official mintage of only 25 proofs during the year, but since an estimated 75 or more pieces of this date are known, questions have naturally been raised about the correctness of the official Mint report.

Here is a specimen of an 1873 gold $3 coin with an Open 3 in the date. (Stack’s Bowers image)

It is known that the 25 reported specimens were struck in February. At some unknown time a new reverse die (with the Open 3 in the date) was prepared and additional strikings made. However, it does not follow that the “restrike” 1873 $3 gold pieces were made in 1874 or later.

Normal practice in the period was to strike a fair number of extra proof coins for possible sale later in the year. Those pieces which were not sold to collectors could have been removed from the coiner’s vault by simply switching them for other $3 gold coins. The oft-seen remark that the 1873 $3 pieces were restruck in later years is therefore not true.

The 1873 $3 gold piece comes with an Open or Closed 3 in the date. This has been seen by some as evidence of restriking but in reality the Open 3 pieces were among those switched, and removed from the Mint, before the end of 1873.

In 1874 more than 40,000 $3 gold coins were struck, making this one of the most common dates, second only to the 1878. The increased mintage was not part of any Treasury program to put gold coins back into circulation but rather simply an odd choice when large numbers of underweight gold coins were being melted and recoined. Some of them did go into the marketplace, however, when gold re-entered daily use in late 1878.

Because the 1874 coins were kept on hand in the Treasury, collectors and others were able to obtain specimens well into the late 1880s. The value in XF-40, as a result, is a relatively low $1,000; most such coins are destined for type sets.

In 1875 and 1876 there were again proof-only strikings of the $3 gold piece. There are also too many 1875 coins in existence, when compared to the Mint report, and the situation is the same as for 1873, with excess proof coins being switched at year’s end for full-weight uncirculated pieces. There were no restrikes of the 1875 after that date and the 1876, also a proof-only issue, seems not to have more coins around than officially struck.

The 1878 $3 gold coin is considered the most common issue of this denomination. (Image courtesy of Stack’s Bowers)

The 1878 $3 gold piece (more than 80,000 were made) is the last heavy coinage for this denomination and was part of a program to introduce gold to the marketplace. It appears to be the most common date of the series and because of this catalogs tend to exaggerate the condition of the 1878s in order to sell them for a good price. In XF-40 the 1878 is valued at $1,000 and it is doubtful that specimens in a lesser grade would command much numismatic attention.

Although most “love tokens” were coins of small value – especially the dime – there was a certain demand for love tokens made from gold dollars and $3 gold pieces in the 1880s. Shaving off one side of a coin for engraving a message of love, or name of a sweetheart, is one of those fads that come and go in American life.

As a result, quite a few requests were made at the Philadelphia Mint for circulation-issue $3 coins, but there was a general refusal of all such applications. Mint officials suggested that proof coins be purchased instead and, indeed, quite a few were sold in this way to non-collectors.

When specie payments resumed in December 1878, after an absence of 17 years, the $3 coin did not re-enter circulation to any great extent. The 1880s saw the usual proofs for collectors (and the small number of business strikes) but the coin was simply of little use in the marketplace. In September 1890, recognizing that it did not circulate and was of little value to anyone except collectors, Congress abolished the denomination.

The end of the $3 gold coin denomination came with the last coins struck in 1889. (Stack’s Bowers image)

After 1889, when the last of the $3 gold coins was struck, only the collector was left to appreciate the beauty and lore of a coin that had circulated but little in this country.

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