#tom x julia

[supercap2319]

Y/N: "So if you guys are the Spidermen." *He looks at all three versions of Peter Parker. He turns to the three women in Spider-like attire* "Are you the Spiderwomen? The Spider Girls? Spider Ladies? Spiderettes? Spiderbabes?"

Anya: "Can I please punch him?"

Julia: "Not in public."

[cillianmesoftlyyy]

The Castaway Pt. 1 | Matthew Joy x fem!reader

requested by @tkappi 🖤

Summary: You're running away from Mr. Daws, your adoptive father on Nantucket Island and happen to be saved by a curious sailor. You seek refuge on a whaling vessel in your hopes of making it to the mainland of Massachusetts. The man promises to help you, even if it costs him his job.

Warnings: Hints at possible sexual assault attempts from adoptive father, old-fashioned perspectives on prostitutes, 10-year age gap, mutual trauma.

word count: 4040k

Seventeen- Sjowgren 🎶

“Stop her!” Mr. Daws shouts from the doorway of his store in the overcrowded market. You duck between two men carrying a large basket of oysters, your feet nearly slipping in the deep layer of mud that has only gotten worse in the snowy winter months. Mr. Daws chases you but his rotund belly and smallish legs hinder his pursuit and you manage to put some distance between yourself and the angry fish-marketer. 

“Thief! Grab her, by God!” You can hear the anger rising in his voice and notice that more people turn to inspect the scene. Thankfully, no one tries to intervene, they’re too confused by the scene to do anything. To the people of Nantucket, all they see is a young woman, probably 18 or so, in a printed blue dress holding onto her bonnet as she runs down the market lanes. They look for a thief or a criminal and see none, just a girl. You look like the well-off daughter of a merchant or clergyman in your colorful frock and braided blonde hair stuffed into the brown bonnet. 

“For thee love of God, grab tha’ girl!” The man tries again to rally the bystanders as he lumbers after you, slipping and sliding in the mud. The passing of a cart cuts him off momentarily but you can still hear his voice calling from a too-close-for-comfort distance. You can’t help but smile as you race down to the docks, clutching a cloth duffle of bread, preserves, and personal belongings- some of which you did sorta steal but from your own home. Mud splatters up the back of your legs, staining your cotton pantletts and underclothes but you daren’t stop and incur the wrath of the fishman. 

Your feet scramble in the mud, your boots losing traction. A frightened squeal escapes your throat as you keep running, praying that you make it to the docks and catch a sailboat before the man reaches you. This is not how it was supposed to go. Mr. Daws was not supposed to see you as you snuck out of the fish stall in the market, but he had. Mr. Daws is the man that wishes to marry you, and most shockingly, the man that adopted you a year before from the Nantucket Island Orphanage. He’d treated you well, buying you new frocks, and showering you with kindness until you turned 18… then his true intentions were revealed. He’d only shown you kindness in exchange for your trust. A marriage proposal from the man who by your understanding was your legal father was enough to shatter any trust or affection you held for him. And the things he’d tried to do… you couldn’t stay there any longer. Your only choice is to pay for passage to mainland Massachusetts on one of the many sailboats docked in the harbor. 

 “Thief!” He screams again and you nearly feel like sobbing because you can’t seem to outrun him in the horrible mud. 

“Umph!” The sound of surprise leaves your mouth as you’re jerked to the side by a strong hand. You fall between someone’s arms in the cutaway of an alley and immediately struggle to remove yourself. 

“A thief eh?” 

You look up. A sailor smiles down at you, his hands still holding your shoulders in place. You look over at the busy market and the man follows your gaze, registering the look of fear in your eyes. Without a word, he pushes you into the shadow of a stall and covers any view of you from the street with his body. 

“I hope whatever you stole is worth it,” the man mutters over his shoulder, keeping his eyes on the busy market lane. 

“I didn’t steal anything… well not really,” you whisper back, your voice dipping as you added the last part. 

“I paid for ye!” Is the last thing you hear Mr. Daws scream as he limps right past you and the sailor. The sailor turns and cocks his eyebrow. 

“He paid for you?” His tone is quizzical as he looks you up and down. You don’t look like a prostitute. “Aren’t you a little young?” 

You look at the man for a moment, still in shock and totally unfazed by the man’s intervention on your behalf. You narrow your eyes, trying to understand what the man means and open your mouth slowly to respond but the sailor shakes his hand dismissively.

“No, no it's alright. That’s not important. Are you alright?” He glances over at the market again, checking to ensure the angry man wasn’t on his way back. You release the breath you were still holding and bury your face in your hands with a groan of relief but it’s still too soon to celebrate. Mr. Daws could be on his way back any minute now and see you. He could realize that you didn’t go down to the docks once the crowds of the market faded before the harbor. Your eyes snap open again and you grab the sailor’s forearms desperately. 

“Please, can you help me?” You manage to ask, your heart still racing. The sailor’s brow furrows and he nods with visible concern. 

“I can try, what’s happened? If you are a thief I won’t report you…” 

Your knees buckle randomly and you collapse. You would have landed in the mud if not for the sailor grabbing beneath your arms and holding you up. He looks around for a place to set you but there is mud all around, so he exhales tightly and supports your body weight. 

“I’m sorry,” you squeak in embarrassment and try to stand on your own. 

“Never mind that, are you in trouble?” 

You nod emphatically and glance over again at the market lane. 

“Was that man chasing you?” 

You nod emphatically again and nearly begin to sob for a second time. Your gasps of breathlessness make you feel lightheaded and weak. You lick your lips and try to take a steady breath so that you can speak.

“I- I’m running away. I have to get away from Nantucket. I was going to buy passage to the mainland but I’m worried he will see me and make me go back.” 

“Go back… where?” The sailor tries to follow but you shake your head. 

“I just need to get off this island. I need to get on a ship and go, go anywhere. Can you help me? I have money for the fare.” You reach into your pocket with a shaking hand to withdraw the roll of banknotes you’d stolen from Mr. Daws to pay for a ticket, either legally or under the table. 

“Put it away,” the man nods towards your pocket and looks down at his feet as he thinks. You shove the money back into the safe pocket of your skirt and wipe a tear from your eye. Finally the sailor looks back up and nods. 

“Can you walk?” 

He lets you go for a moment so you can try to stand without assistance. Your legs are weak but the moment of helplessness has passed. You nod. 

“Ok, follow me closely and take my coat.” The stranger pulls off his navy blue peacoat and helps you pull it on over your dress. He takes the duffle from you and when you start to protest, he shushes you with a finger to his lips. “Now take off your bonnet and put it in the pocket of your dress. Put on my hat.” 

The sailor removes his cap and hands it to you. You tuck your hair beneath the lip.

“Good, now come on,” he grabs your hand and pulls you through the edges of the market towards the dock. His grip is tight and reassuring as you both walk quickly towards the dock. 

At the harbor, the air is thick and gray. You can barely see the mass of shipmen working on the docks as they confer with other men. In your strange disguise, you look like a sailor’s wife wishing your husband farewell and indeed, you see wives doing just that as their husbands set off for whaling expeditions or fishing trips. 

“There’s a ship here leaving for the mainland…” His sentence is cut off as you both approach the sailing boat. You squeeze his hand and duck behind a wall of water barrels. Quickly, he realizes what you’re doing and joins you. 

“He must be telling the captain. Wait here.” The man tells you and steps back onto the busy path of the dock. He approaches Mr. Daws and the captain of the sailboat with a casual jaunt in his step. Mr. Daws turns toward the man and waves his hands about his head in his usual animated fashion. The sailor rubs his chin as he pretends to look interested. He pats Mr. Daws on the back and bows to the captain before walking back down the dock. The men don’t notice as he ducks behind the barrels beside you once again. 

“Whoever that man is that you’re running from, he’s forcing the captain to postpone all his trips to the mainland for the next few days. You won’t be able to get on the vessel without being turned in.”

“Oh God!” You exclaim softly and sink down against the barrels, tears spilling down your pink cheeks. The sailor jumps at your tears and holds his hands out helplessly, unsure what to do. 

“Oh please don’t cry! Look, I’ll take you aboard my ship. I stay docked for a few days and in that time, you may be able to board the sailing boat. If not, maybe we can drop you off at our next stop.” The man spoke quickly, his ideas coming to him on the spot. You pause your crying to look at him. You don’t even know who this man is, much less trust him to keep you safe aboard a random ship. But this is what you wanted. You wanted to get away from Nantucket in any way that you could. 

“What’s your name?” You ask softly, wary to follow the man now that your shock has subsided slightly. The sailor chuckles at your question, his smile lopsided. 

“Matthew, but we can introduce ourselves formally on the boat.” 

You nod and wait for the sailor named Matthew to give you a sign that it was safe to move. He glances around the wall of barrels and after a few moments, his hand gropes blindly for your back. Pushing you along by your back, Matthew leads you down a dock and to the right where the larger vessels are docked. A ramp has already been set up and when no one is looking, Matthew scoops you up. You gasp, startled and very uncomfortable as he hurries up the ramp. 

“Pretend you're a sack of potatoes or something…” Matthew mutters between his teeth and you dejectedly comply. He throws you over his shoulder and beelines for the passage leading below deck. You can tell immediately when Matthew passes through the threshold because the air is stuffy and humid. It smells like stale food and mildew but thankfully, it isn’t unbearable.

“We’re almost there,” he whispers as he turns a corner or two. The hallways are dark, only lit every few feet with a lantern. When he finally stops, he opens a door and steps inside quickly. He sets you down gently on your feet and steps back to give you room. You exhale slowly and look around. It’s a closet of some kind, full of extra rope and canvas for sails. 

“You should stay here for a little while, at least until we know if you can catch the sailing boat. Just don’t wander about. This side of the boat isn’t as busy because we use it for storage and for our workshops but it wouldn’t be good to have you walking about…” He clears his throat pointedly and you realize suddenly, that you haven’t really gotten a chance to look at him since he pulled you to safety. His face had completely slipped from your notice all day, as desperate as you were to get away from Mr. Daws. 

Matthew has a grayish face in the pale light below deck, and attractive hollow cheeks below prominent cheekbones. He has an impressive scar above his top lip, splitting his pallet down the middle at a diagonal. He is clean shaven but his hair is unkempt and about as long as you would assume for a sailor. His hair is a chestnut color, lightened from months spent beneath the sun at sea. And his eyes! You draw your eyes up to his. You’d never seen eyes quite like his, so dark blue they championed the color of the sea. 

“Well,” Matthew clears his throat, trying to fill the period of silence that you didn’t notice, “now that you know my name, I think it’s only fair that I should know yours.” He keeps his back against the door, creating a respectful distance between you. You look down at your hands, for no reason really, though the blush spreading across your face may be one. 

“Y/N,” you answer, looking up again. Matthew nods and trails his fingers absent-mindedly down the strap of your duffle bag still slung over his shoulder. He realizes the bag is yours and sets it down. Seeing him do this, you remember that you’re wearing his peacoat and cap. You remove them and hand them back to Matthew with a shy smile. Your body begins to drain of its initial adrenaline as you watch Matthew put his belongings on once again. 

“I’ll be back in an hour or two, and when I come back, I’ll bring you some supper. If another man happens to open this door and see you…” Matthew trails off, his eyebrows pulling together. He looks just above your head on the opposite wall, thinking. 

“What?” You prompt him, apprehension clear in your small voice. 

“I’m trying to think,” he mutters and sighs gravely. “Tell them you’re my sister, blame it on me. It’s better for both of us that way if you’re caught. Besides, you’ll only be hiding here for a few nights at the longest.” 

“Just until I can get safe passage on another ship,” you add with a tense exhale. You try to convince yourself that everything will be ok, despite the extremely strange circumstances. 

As if he read your mind, Matthew promises you, “Everything will be fine.” You nod thankfully and watch as he ducks out of the room. When the door is closed, you hear keys jingling against the door which tells you the door is being locked. A rush of anxiety takes you and you rush to the door. The door to the closet is locked by the time you turn the doorknob. Your breath catches in your throat and you panic. 

Oh God, I’ve been locked in a closet on a ship by a man I don’t know at all. No one knows I’m here besides him and if I draw any attention to myself and someone else comes… Damn it all! 

You think and slide down to your knees behind the door. Matthew seemed so kind and trustworthy… but to be fair, so had Mr. Daws after he adopted you. Your stomach turns. 

The closet has only one window, a dirty porthole, but no lanterns so save the aura of sunlight streaming in underneath the door, the room was dark. You stare at the face of your watch by resting your wrist beside the gap beneath the door. You’d decided to give Matthew the two hours he said he would need to return before screaming as loud as you can. You’d already watched one hour go by, fearful tears falling from your eyes. You have stopped brushing them away because it was straining a muscle in your neck. You’re fairly convinced that you have just left one horrible situation for another when you hear footsteps approach the door. 

You scramble back in time to see the door swing open. The direct light behind Matthew is too aggressive for your eyes, so you blink and shield your face with your palm. You can’t tell if you’re relieved or not to see him. 

“You locked me in,” you tell him flatly. 

“Yes…” Matthew starts cautiously, hearing the tone in your voice. “My belief was that you would be safest if you were locked in.”

“Don’t please…” you ask softly and Matthew finally sees the tears on your face. 

“Oh, child. Don’t cry again! I shouldn’t have locked you in. I didn’t mean to frighten you. I’m one of the only men on this ship with keys, so I believed this would be the safest arrangement.” Matthew closes the door quickly and crouches down to your level. “Are you alright?” He asks softly and sets down a canteen by your knees.  

You wipe your stale tears and wipe your nose on your sleeve. When you nod, Matthew sighs in relief and pushes the canteen closer to you. 

“Supper,” he opens the lid. You take the warm receptacle and drink the watery broth. “Now that we know each other’s names, will you tell me why you’re running away?” Matthew tries, his eyes watching your carefully for more tears.

“It’s a long story,” you murmur after you swallow some of the broth. Matthew twists his mouth to the side and sits down on a pile of coiled rope, exhaling loudly. 

“We have a few days,” he shrugs and clasps his hands together. 

“Right…” you concede and regard the man carefully, still wary. 

“Why are you running away from home?” Matthew asks again, not harshly, but his tone is strained with fading patience. He’s risking a lot to hide you aboard, a young girl (and probable prostitute) he doesn’t even know. “If you don’t tell me, I’m likely to remove you from this ship.” 

You shake your head wildly and stop him from continuing with an outstretched hand. 

“No, please… I’m just not sure where to begin.” 

Matthew nods and leans back against the wall, listening intently. 

“Um well the man that I was running from is my father, though only legally. He adopted me a year ago.” 

Matthew raises a quizzical brow but doesn’t interrupt. 

“When I turned 18, just a few months ago, he tried to change the um nature of our relationship.” 

“To what?” He leans forward.

“He wanted to marry me.”

“Oh…” Matthew grimaces and scrunches up his nose in disgust. 

“When I refused his first offer, he kept asking but more and more forcibly…” You wring your hands uncomfortably. 

“Did he try to take you?” Matthew asks without thinking of his audience. You narrow your eyes, confused again by his choice of language for everything.

I’m not sure…” you try to answer, not having understood his question to begin with.

“You’re not sure?” Matthew looks pointedly puzzled for a moment before exclaiming and rubbing his hand over his face. “So, I assume that means you aren’t a prostitute?” Matthew crosses his arms across his chest and cocks his head to the side. 

“What?” You gasp in surprise, knowing what that word means. 

“I just assumed when your, eh, father said he ‘paid’ for you,” Matthew shrugs apologetically.

“No!” you lower your voice, “I am not a bad woman. Mr. Daws had to pay the orphanage a certain amount to adopt me. He feels like he owns me now because of it.” 

“I didn’t mean to offend you. Sailors happen to have a lot of respect for prostitutes.” When Matthew sees your mortified face he sighs again and shifts uncomfortably on the coil of rope. “Forgive me, I’m not used to speaking with young women. We don’t interact with many of you,” Matthew chuckles beside himself and gestures to you. 

“But tell me,” he turns serious again, “what do you plan to do when you get to the mainland?” 

You shrug honestly, “I’m not sure. I was going to find a family to take me in and work as a maid.”

“You’d do better as a prostitute,” he mutters beneath his breath, then at a normal volume, “Boston would be the place to go. They have wealthier families there. I don’t know how easy it will be to find a job as a maid, especially without references which I assume you don’t have.” 

“I’ll do whatever work I can find,” you assure him quickly but then pause and add, “within reason.” 

“Ah,” Matthew chuckles at you softly and crosses his arms over his chest again. 

“And who are you?” You drink from your canteen as Matthew looks up at the ceiling. 

“Well, I’m a whaler. I’m First-Mate on this ship, The Essex,” he turns his gaze to the side, leaning forward, as he tries to recall anything else to say. 

“How long have you been a whaler?”  

Matthew chuckles again and shakes his head, “A long time.” He meets your gaze with a sheepish smile, “Probably for longer than you’ve been alive.” 

“I’m 18,” you say though Matthew had already gathered that from your last story. The truth still shocks him.

“You’re no more than a child,” he shakes his head in disbelief and runs a hand through his messy hair. As you watch him, you realize how old he could possibly be. He must be at least 30, you decide. 

“Did you go to school?” You change the subject after a period of silence. Matthew raises an intrigued eyebrow at you and nods. 

“Yeah, yeah I did. How could you tell?” 

“The way you talk… and your grammar,” you stammer, not realizing how intrusive the observation had been.

“Hmmm,” he nods thoughtfully and scratches his chin. Did you go to school?” 

“Some, the orphanage had a good schoolmaster. He was from Boston.” 

“Must have been a pretty fancy orphanage,” Matthew laughs softly and clears his throat. 

“Are you married?” You break the silence again and Matthew’s eyes shoot up to yours. He swallows tightly and you can tell you’ve stumbled upon a sensitive topic.

“I was,” he answers simply. You look down at the canteen in your hands, ashamed that you asked such a personal question of someone you don’t know. 

“Smallpox,” Matthew whispers and you look up in shock. 

“My parents too.” 

You stare at each other in silence, save the muffled sound of waves hitting the side of the boat facing the harbor. 

“Horrible disease. I hear that you go fairly quickly… I wasn’t there.” He moves as he tells you, hiding his emotion with his hands. 

“I was there when my parents died but I have no memory of them, not even their faces.” 

“How did you know how they died?” Matthew runs his hand over his mouth. You bite the inside of your cheek, an image of the communal grave on Nantucket Island springing into your mind. 

“The island kept track of everyone who died from the Pox. My parents’ names are on the list.” 

“How old were you?” He continues to ask. You furrow your brow, trying to remember.

“Just a baby, no more than three years old.” You sigh and look back up at Matthew. “What was your wife’s name?” 

Matthew frowns when the conversation is turned back onto him. His face darkens and he exhales, not liking to talk about her. 

“Abigail.”

You can hear the change in his tone and finish the broth instead of asking anymore questions. Matthew watches you drink the broth silently. When you finish, he takes the canteen and stands. 

“I’ll go now, and I won’t lock the door this time.” 

“Thank you for- for everything that you’ve done for me today. I owe you.” You stand as he had and clasp your hands together against your apron shyly. 

“You're welcome child,” Matthew smiles with closed, full lips. “I’ll come back in the morning after I see about any ships sailing to the mainland. Goodnight.” 

He leaves quickly, before you can say goodnight back. Once behind a closed door by yourself, you realize how dark the room had become. The sun is setting and you can just barely see it through the dirty porthole.

xxx

[imthefailedartist]

If this were the 90s, there would be three romcoms greenlit, because of India Ria Amarteifio and Corey Mylchreest's chemistry alone.

Every time I see them being all cute, I think this sucks. There won't be a season 2. We'll never see them together again.

I mean Meg Ryan and Tom Hanks had umpteen romcoms. Why can't we? Actors are literally asking for them. They are tired of doing all this dark murder shit people want to have fun at the movies.

Hollywood is wasting chemistry.

[treedaddymcpuffpuff]

Excessive Force : Tom Ludlow x Fem Nurse Reader (COLLAB W/ THE INCREDIBLE @johnwickb1tsch) - Chapter One Two Three

TW: forced proximity, restraints, unequal power dynamics, sexual harassment

Officer Ludlow makes his way into your examination room not once but three times in the following two weeks. Once for torn stitches again. Once for broken glass embedded in his arm. (He seemed pissed about this, so you actually believe that a perp broke a window he was on the other side of, and he didn’t do it on purpose), and the third time for deep bruising and cracked ribs after taking a 9mm bullet to his flak vest. 

The thought that he might have done the latter on purpose terrifies you. They’re a great precaution but bullet proof vests do not prevent all the damage from a bullet. You can still get seriously hurt. So naturally, as you’re wrapping his ribs, you’re more than a little pissed off. 

“This had better have been an accident,” you grumble, forced in close quarters while you have to reach around his ridiculously broad chest with the bandage. You can’t help but notice at this point of his shift that the brain-addling addition of his own sweat and musk added to that edible fucking cologne makes for a near weapon of mass destruction on his skin. It should be illegal, for what it does to your insides. 

“What, you worried about me, sweetheart?”

“As a healthcare professional? Yes, this worries me. It could have been a lot worse.”

“If only I had incentive to be more careful…” he muses with a smirk, his stupidly handsome face just inches from yours. 

“Are all cops this fucking creepy?” You purposefully brush his side a little too hard and reign triumphant when he grunts in pain.

Kinda like shooting a bear with a handgun - it just makes him mad. 

He catches your hands again, only this time he uses the bandaging already wrapped around his torso to bind your wrists. He’s too quick for you to pull away, tethering you up with those beautiful hands that seem far too bulky to be this dexterous, tugging you forward so you’re more than a little cramped. You don’t think you can get any closer until he spreads his thighs and you fall right into the trap. 

You have to crane your neck to avoid being cheek to chest with him, feeling so fucking tiny and useless and enveloped. It pisses you off. It makes you burn with involuntary, awful want. 

“My little nurse speechless?” 

You try to glare at him, but it resembles more of a pout. 

“God,” his voice drops lower if that’s even possible. “You’re so fucking cute.” 

You want to jump off the roof for the thick, high choke of your tone. “You didn’t even ask me if I have a boyfriend.”

“Cuz I don’t fucking care if you do or not.” 

“Well I do,” you lie. “And he’s gonna kick your ass.” 

He snorts. “And I’m gonna let him so his girlfriend has to patch me up.”

“Fuck you.” You are seething with rage at this point, powerless, helpless, fucked in the head for somehow liking it. 

“Mm. What would you prefer? Fingers? Tongue? Cock?” He makes you gasp with a sharp tug at your makeshift bondage and that lewd word in his handsome mouth. “Yeah, that one?” 

“You’re going to get me fired.” You don’t know why you keep trying to appeal to his rationality and humanity, when both seem to not even be in his vocabulary. 

“That’ll free up your schedule so you can spend more time tied to my bed.” 

You’re terrified he can somehow feel the violent clench of your lower body. 

Maybe god does exist, but he has a fucked sense of humor. Your pager buzzes loudly from your scrub pocket as the automatic “CODE BLUE CODE BLUE CODE BLUE” goes off over the loudspeaker. 

“I have to go.”

“Yeah, yeah.” To his credit, and, let’s be honest, you’re super reluctant to give him credit right now, Tom loosens up on your wrists and lets you go attend to the patient currently in cardiac arrest.

[theoryofwhatnow]

alex and nigel

what they would’ve actually looked like

[lodessa]

2024 Fic Posted (by me)

Game of Thrones

Deescalation - Daenerys Targaryen/Jorah Mormont, 2,988 words, Explicit

Daenerys is frustrated by her Small Council. Jorah is more than willing to do whatever it takes to make her feel better.

The Lord of the Rings: The Rings of Power

we must take it where it's found (pretty soon it may be costly) - Elendil/Miriel, 3,375 words, Explicit

After surviving their trial, Míriel feels emboldened to clarify certain things with Elendil.

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Elendil discovers a scar on his beloved queen. This raises questions which Míriel is reluctant to answer.

Goodbye Goodbye - Elendil/Miriel, 3,553 words, Explicit

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Trial and Temptation - Elendil/Miriel, 17,361 words (and counting), 6/15 Chapters Posted, Explicit

The Sea Trial forces Míriel to make a difficult choice.

hollow / full - Adar/Earien, 4,353 words, Explicit.

In the last millennium he has come to know his consort’s moods. The simple angle of her chin can tell him more than most could torture out of a prisoner in weeks or years.

Revolution

Five Ways It Came Out That Charlie's Biological Dad Was (Shockingly) Bass Series 3/5 posted

Controlled Detonation - Rachel Matheson & Sebastian Monroe, 1,052 words, General.

Managing Sebastian requires a certain balance, a kind of backhanded praise that flatters his ego while seeming to resist at the same time.

Family Meeting - Miles/Bass, Sebastian Monroe, Rachel Matheson, Charlie Matheson, Miles Matheson, Connor Bennett, 1,607 words, Teen.

“Family meeting. Not optional,” Rachel announces and Bass finds himself hovering in place, waiting for her to kick him out, remind him that he’s not a Matheson, no matter how much he might want to be.

Trojan Gift Horse - Julia Neville/Tom Neville (references to Rachel Matheson/Sebastian Monroe and Charlie Matheson/Jason Neville), 1,203 words, General.

Julia Neville finds a way to turn her son's feelings for "that Matheson girl" into an opportunity.

Star Trek: Prodigy/ Star Trek: Voyager

Respite Renewal - Kathryn Janeway/Chakotay, 2,816 words, Explicit

Vice-Admiral Janeway and Captain Chakotay's reunion continues (away from the prying eyes of the children) in the privacy of her quarters aboard the Voyager 2.0.

Veronica Mars

Possession Is Nine-Tenths of the Law - Logan Echolls/Eli "Weevil" Navarro, 2,744 words, Explicit

Eli Navarro would have kept on indefinitely never considering or talking about what he and Logan have been doing, but Logan Echolls can't.

holding on (trying hard to understand) - Eli "Weevil" Navarro, Logan Echolls, 1,786 words, Teen.

Two lonely boys in pain haunting the bridge that took someone from them.

[hawktims]

As long as we're together, she can never be safe.

MISSION: IMPOSSIBLE – GHOST PROTOCOL (2011) dir. Brad Bird

[theloveoftoms]

The Farmers Market - Ethan Hunt x Julia

Summary: Julia and Ethan decide to visit a local farmers market. Lots of fluff and sweet stuff <3

A/N: Hello hotties, your girl is back with a fic! This one isn't incredibly long, but I had so much fun writing it! I love Ethan and Julia so much. This story comes from a request about Ethan and Julia asked by the incredible @skinnycruise -I hope you like it! I saw that selfie of Ethan and Julia last week and I couldn't not write about them 🥹 xoxo mac

Word Count: 1.4k

With the warm breeze of May fresh upon the horizon, it seemed like spring was gracing the seaside city of Boston with longer days of sun and warmer weather. With the arrival of spring meant the arrival of another popular attraction; the farmers market.

The first weekend in May, farmers from the surrounding area of the city would bring in their vegetables and produce and set up a market in one of the downtown parks.

Standing in the kitchen, drinking a cup of warm vanilla coffee was, Julia, when the idea of the farmers market popped into her mind for no particular reason. She wasn't too sure why the idea of the farmers market popped into her mind, but the more she thought of it, she thought that it might be fun to go. Julia didn't go too often as it was much easier to just pick up groceries on the way home from the hospital after work, but having her husband back home for a while made the idea appealing to her as a fun little date that the both of them could go on.

So, when Ethan, a man who had lacked sleep for the better part of three months while he was away in Europe chasing after terrorists and criminals, caught up on his sleep, Julia brewed a fresh pot of coffee and made some eggs and toast to wake her husband up with. And while he was busy eating and waking up for the day, she retreated to their shared bedroom and put on a white and blue floral print dress that fell just below the knees. Tucked in her dark hair was a pair of white-rimmed sunglasses that matched both the sandals on her feet and the colour of her linen dress.

When she came back out into the kitchen, Ethan, who was perched on one of the bar stools around the kitchen island grinned sweetly at her like no time had passed since the two of them met, all those many years ago when they had locked eyes across a crowded room.

"You sure you wanna go out?" he asked, snaking a hand around her waist, "because i'm just fine here."

Julia chuckled and planted a gentle kiss atop of her husbands dark hair, "we need something to cook for dinner," she said, "besides, it will be fun."

Ethan nodded, linking his hand with Julia's, "give me ten and I'll be ready," he said gesturing to his outfit that composed of an old worn t-shirt and the pair of boxers he had slept in last night, "unless you want me walking around beside you like this?"

Julia rolled her eyes at her husband, and swatted gently at his bicep, sending him on his was to change.

And surely enough, when Ethan emerged back in the kitchen of their apartment wearing a black t-shirt tucked into a pair of dark jeans - his signature pair of aviators tucked within the neck of his shirt - he looked much more put together.

"All ready?" Julia asked him, smiling in his presence.

Ethan nodded, and followed his wife out to the car.

...

The Boston seaside park was transformed from its usual routine of people utilizing the trails for fitness into a venue that was surely captivating. Among the greenery of the spring-time park was countless booths, each with something different to offer.

At some there were freshly-cut flowers, at others there were handcrafted items, and at most there were some sort of produce or home-made goods.

"What are we on the look out for?" Ethan asked, noticing a booth with crochet baby slippers, all in a variety of tiny sizes with a plethora of pastel coloured yarn composing them.

"You think they have those in my size?" he asked, retracting his prior question, gesturing to the slippers.

Julia snorted as they walked past, picturing a light pink pair of slippers drawn to her husbands feet which made the woman running the booth shoot them a dirty look from across the walk way.

"What's so funny Jul?" Ethan asked, his arm draping around her shoulders.

Julia shook her head, "I was just imagining you in a pair of those," pointing to a light pink pair with a comedically large yellow duck crocheted to the toe of it.

"Please Julia," Ethan replied nonchalantly, "have some class. If you're going to day dream about me in a pair of slippers, at least imagine me in the green ones with the trains."

"Hmm," Julia hummed, trying to hide her smile, "I think the ones with the little pigs would really bring out your eyes."

Julia looked to Ethan to find that his gaze was already on her. From his place beside his wife, the nearly-blue, nearly-green, oceanic eyes of Ethan Hunt were pressed so effortlessly to her.

He noted the way she smiled, and the way the corners of her eyes crinkled ever so slightly when she laughed. He had missed this. He had missed the plain, mundane, ordinary, activities of everyday life. He had missed taking morning walks that were rooted in pleasure. He had missed Julia.

Ethan had missed the soft scent of her fragrant soap. He had missed the way her hand was always linked with his. He had missed her.

Ethan Hunt wasn't really a fan of farmers markets, but even the most ordinary of things seemed to be enough for his busy mind and constant drive whenever Julia was around.

"What do you think about these carrots?" Julia asked her husband as the two of them approached a table of hearty produce.

"I think," he said, pausing, unsure of how to really reply, "their carrots."

"They look pretty good? no?"Julia asked, "we could make a salad for dinner tonight?"

Ethan nodded, noticing a booth across the way that caught his eye. "That sounds great," he said, planting a kiss to the back of his wife's hand.

Ethan walked up with Julia to the selection of vegetables and while she was busy looking through a pile of carrots for the best ones, he saw his opportunity.

"I'll be right back," he told her, "Theres something I want to get."

So, while Julia was busy barging for the price of vegetables with a friendly farmer, Ethan was picking though a variety of flowers at one of the booths across the way.

There were tulips, roses, carnations, and other flowers alike, but none of them really seemed to capture the essence of his wife.

"Do you need any help?" the woman behind the table asked, noticing Ethan's puzzled gaze and unsureness in regards to the flowers.

"Yeah, that would be great," he replied sheepishly, "I'm not too sure which ones to get."

"Who are we shopping for?" She asked, smiling sweetly.

"My wife," Ethan said. "Ive been away for work and I want to get her something nice."

The woman smiled gently and then turned around to the buckets behind her to retrieve a bouquet of neatly wrapped irises.

"How do we feel about these?" She asked, "We just got them this morning!"

Ethan examined the beautiful, almost-sheer-like, flowers that were somehow both the perfect shade of blue and purple. These were Julia he thought to himself before nodding his head in approval.

Ethan handed the woman a twenty dollar bill and wished her a good day as he held the bouquet of flowers tightly in his hand.

By the time he got back to Julia, she was just finishing arranging the carrots and lettuce into the tote bag she had brought along with them from the car.

Looking up in Ethan's presence, Julia's eyes darted to the bouquet of flowers in his hand before meeting the eyes of her husband once more.

"Ethan?" she asked, "What's this?"

Ethan smiled, handing her the flowers, "I just wanted to do something nice for my wife."

Julia smiled, bringing the bouquet of flowers close to her chest, "they're beautiful Ethan!" she gushed, "I love you, " she told him, stepping forward, closing the distance between the two of them.

Naturally, his hands found their way around her waist, and before his lips pressed to hers in a kiss that was gentle and sweet, he repeated the words back to her.

"I love you."

[lillotus17]

INTERTWINED SERIES (Spidermen!ENHA) Preview

SYNOPSIS: After being dead for two minutes and then brought back to life thanks to your coworker you start to get these weird visions of future events just minutes before they happen. During a train ride you witness the murder of three teenage boys in broad daylight and then suddenly the next second they're sitting back down in their seats, alive and breathing. Despite the want you have to keep your peace and leave it alone, you can't help but get a very bad feeling and it only intensifies when you recognize the man that murdered them in your vision three train carts away and walking in your guys' direction. Shoving the three boys off of the train, saving their lives, risking your own, and being accused of kidnapping was not on your bucket list after surviving death. You don't have any clue what is going on or what in the hell you're gonna do to help these three boys but thankfully the four of you bump into some help along the way.

RELEASE DATE: TBD

PAIRING: EnhaHyung!Line X Fem. Reader, Spider-men!EnhaHyungLine x Madame Webb!Reader, Superhero!EnhaHyungLine x Clairvoyant!Reader, Spider!EnhaHyungLine x Paramedic!Reader, [ft. Enha Kim Sunoo (Anya Corazon), Yang Jungwon (Julia Cornwall), and Nishimura Riki (Mattie Franklin); TXT Yeonjun (Ezekial Sims), Choi Soobin (Ben Parker), mentions of Choi Beomgyu (Richard Parker); Shin Ryujin (Mary Parker); more to be added].

GENRE: Superhero AU, Romance, Action, Comedy, Angst, Strangers to Allies to Friends to Lovers, polyamorous relationship, (let me know if I forgot anything) more to be added!

WARNINGS: profanity, sexual/suggestive content (intercourse, oral, masturbation, phone sex, sexting, etc) ONLY WRITTEN FOR HYUNG LINE, MINORS DNI (you WILL be removed/blocked), poly relationship, drinking/consuming alcohol, feminine pronouns/terms used for reader, MADAME WEBB SPOLIERS!!! If you haven't watched it already! This is based on the MADAME WEBB MOVIE with some twist added into it! Let me know if I forgot anything at all!

DISCLAIMER: This is purely a work of FICTION! This is not meant to portray any of the Enhypen Members or other mentioned idols in any way or shape or form.

I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE IMAGES/GIFS THAT MAY BE/ARE USED IN MY WRITING. IMAGES CREATED BY ME WILL HAVE MY WATERMARK OR BE COPYRIGHTED! THE MOOD BOARDS USED FOR THIS SERIES ARE ONES I PUT TOGETHER ON MY OWN BUT THE PHOTOS USED ARE NOT MINE!

ALL CREDITS GO TO THE OWNERS/CREATORS!

PLEASE DO NOT COPY OR REPOST MY WORK!

THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION, STRICTLY FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES.

P.S. if you haven't already, you should definitely check out @artysse (credited) on TIKTOK! If you already have, then you know that it's an ENHA Fan Art Account of Spider ENHA! It's really fucking awesome! Go show some love!

NOT PROOF READ: Apologies for any grammatical errors, my loves!

AUTHOR'S NOTES: This takes place in New York, with mentions of South Korea and Japan. Reader is the same age as Jay, Jake, and Sunghoon. Jungwon, Sunoo, and Niki are the same age, in high school, and have a slightly bigger age gap between them and hyung line. Time gaps, mentions of MCU universe events/milestones. Slight spider-verse au, hyung line are all from different universes! Also note that maknae line don't have their spider powers (yet) because they develop it in series. ENHA hyungs already have their powers when they meet Y/N and the other boys.

CAST:

Y/N L/N as Cassandra (Cassie) Webb/Madame Webb

Yang Jungwon as Julia Cornwall (Carpenter in the Comics)/Arachne/Spider-(Wo)man

Kim Sunoo as Anya Corazon/Arana

Nishmura Riki (Niki) as Martha (Mattie) Franklin/Spider-(Wo)man

Lee Heeseung as Peter Parker (Tom Holland Universe)/Spider-Man

Park Jongseong (Jay) as Peter Parker (Andrew Garfield Universe)/Spider-Man

Sim Jaeyun (Jake) as Miles Morales (Spider-Verse)/Spider-Man

Park Sunghoon as Gwen Stacy (Spider-Verse)/Spider-Gwen/Ghost Spider

More to be added!

[treason-and-plot]

A-Z Challenge: List your sims in order, trying to complete the alphabet.

I was tagged by @mysimsloveaffair, thank you very much for thinking of me! I have no photoshop skills so I didn't even attempt the graphic, but I did have a lot of fun. And I was impressed that I managed to complete 22 23 letters!

Anita

Brutus

Connor

Douglas Goddard (Roy's brother)

Edward Aitken: Saffy's former step-brother

Freddie Carbone

Georgina

Harry

Ian Goddard (Roy's father)

Joël

Kaleb (Thank you Nonners!)

Lavinia (Cookie's real name)

Mia

Nanette

Océane (Georgina and her ex-husband Patrick's au pair, now Patrick's fiancee)

Pablo- Mia's Parisien lover

Q...I have no Sims starting with Q :(

Roy

Saffron

Tom Saigon- The husband of one of Sonia's ex-lovers, and the only other man she has had sex with apart from Roy (the pimply 16 year old youth she lost her virginity to doesn't count)

Ursula- Friend of Julia's who lives in Starlight Shores

Vinnie

Warren the Whale Whisperer

X- I have no Sims whose name starts with X

Y- none whose name starts with Y either

Zorah- She was in this scene!!

Tagging @kimmiessimmies @coreene-simblr @wannabecatwriter @simsaralove @narunasims and anyone who wants to do this. As always, no pressure! Also please check out @mysimsloveaffair's wonderful execution of this tag game here. I wish I had even an ounce of your artistic flair and creativity, my dear friend!

[unconventional-lawnchair]

Random fic ideas

These are just random xreader ideas that I haven't started yet. If this interests anyone you can use the prompts/stories or just voice your opinions about them! Really just need them out of my head. (If you do use them pls tag me I'd love to read em 🥺)

Time travel scenarios:

- Lightning Era Reader goes back in time for a year, only to come back to a shattered timeline. Finding out that Barty Crouch Junior has broken everything to be with her again. (Hurtless by Dean Lewis)

-Marauders Era Muggleborn!reader goes back in time to Tom Riddles Era, where he finds out about her blood status. He tries to get a hold of this oddly powerful wix, only to find she's actively sabotaging his plans. (This isn't a Tom x reader fic, but it will center their relationship from rivals to friends, only for her to go forward in time once more and unleash a new wave of abandonment charged rage against the wizarding world) - (Hunter by Paris Paloma)

-Given the choice, Remus Lupin would go back in time and never involve himself with the Muggle!Reader he lost. Only in his plan to stray away his younger self, he meets her again. Truly to convince himself to walk away from the woman he loves all over again. (LOML by Taylor Swift)

-After James dies, the reader discovers a way to travel back in time to see him one last time, but she’s warned it can only be for one brief encounter. (You Said You'd Grow Old with Me by Michael Schultz)

Memory Loss ideas:

-Remus helps the reader Obliviate herself during the war, but before he does everyone gets together at the Maurader's one last time. They reminisce on their old memories and share their favorite times with the reader. Remus and the reader reminisce on what could and should have been between them; none of them noticing how much this all seems to be affecting James- who has been in love with the reader for years.

Normal scenarios :

- Poly!Wolfstar x Reader fic, after the events of Halloween 1981 Sirius is jailed- Remus and the reader have a falling out that results in him leaving. 12 years later they are forced to reunite for Harry. (Clean - Taylor Swift)

- James Potter will stop at nothing to stop Fred Weasley from coming around his daughter. The only reason he can give; 'he reminds me of myself.' (Magic! By rude)

- Barty x Tattoo Artist!Reader who can't stay out of his lap (I wanna be your Slave by måneskin)

-Slytherin wins the Quidditch cup for once, but what everyone is really paying attention to is how Regulus Black of all people, ran to Potter!Reader before anyone else. (Alchemy by Taylor swift)

-During the peak of the wizarding war, the reader is a Muggle who inadvertently befriends Remus and the others- learns about the magical world. She becomes one of Remus's closest confidants and helps him through some of his darkest moments. But after the Potters are killed and Sirius is imprisoned, Remus obliviates her to keep her safe from everything he had told her. This leads to complications, where she believes she is having flashes of a 'past life,' when the spell begins to fade. (All Too Well by Taylor Swift)

-During the First Wizarding War, the reader and James are are separated as he’s rises the ranks of the order, getting more missions and having to keep more and more secrets from her. To cope with her fear, the reader writes him letters every night, pouring out her love and worries letters she never intends for him to read. (What a time by Julia Michaels)

-Loving James Potter was knowing he'd give you up to save the world. Loving Barty Crouch Jr. was knowing he'd end the world rather then lose you.

-Fred Weasley fic about a Slytherin reader who never entertained Fred's advances. After the war, George sends her a post with one of Fred's old ideas books. Fred kept filled with jokes, pranks, and ideas for future products he never got the chance to share. Each page is filled with his personality, and she can almost hear him laughing with her. The book signed "for her, always."

-Sirius and the reader have always clashed, unable to see eye-to-eye on anything. But when he accidentally ruins her notebook in a prank gone wrong, she storms out feeling humiliated and hurt. Sirius, surprisingly, follows her to apologize.

-James and the reader are fierce rivals in the dueling club, always challenging each other to duels that usually end in both bruised egos and bruised bodies. But one night, after a particularly intense duel, James notices the reader is hurt and insists on helping her. (Much to no one but the reader's surprise)

-As captains of rival Quidditch teams, James and the reader have always been fiercely competitive, constantly taunting each other and getting into shouting matches on the pitch. When she beats him in a close match, he becomes noticeably sour and can’t hide his jealousy when other players congratulate her. "Why do you like everyone but me?"

- Sirius doesn't know what he hates more, your attitude or you going to the winter formal with Evan Rosier and not him.

- James Potter has always been a thorn in your side, with his constant flirting and his annoying cocky attitude. But when he starts to flirt and playfully banter with Lily Potter you can't stand it, but James just loves your reaction

[athenamikaelson]

some (many) suggestions, it's up to you to choose the ones that best fit❤️❤️

KLAUS x YN

The Only One - James Blunt

Trying Not To Love You - Nickelback

Look In My Eyes - Rains

Salvation - Gabrielle Aplin

I Found - Amber Run

Call Me Devil - Friends In Tokyo

ELIJAH x YN

My Heart Belongs To You - Hayley Westenra

The Power Of Love - Gabrielle Aplin

Your Soul - Rhodes

Sunlight - Hozier

Dusk Till Dawn - Zayn ft Sia

Incomplet - Backstreet Boys

Elijah x Y/N x Klaus

Dark Waltz - Hayley Westenra

One Way Or Another - Until The Ribbon Breaks

Let The World Burn - Chris Grey

Fatal Atraction- Aurora Olivas, Reed Wonder

Addicted - Saving Abel

Heaven - Julia Michaels

Don't Fear The Reaper- Tom Rhodes

The Death Of Peace Of Mind - Bad Omens

I'd Come For You - Nickelback

Simple Obsession- Andru Donalds

Not Strong Enough - Apocalyptica ft Brwnt Smith

Everything I Need - Skylar Grey

Everything- SMNM

Uska Hi Banana - Arijit Singh

If I Killed Somenone For You - Alec Benjamin

Don't Take Your Love Away From Me - Vast

Mary On A Cross - Ghost

I Fell In Love With The Devil - Avril Lavigne

Middle Of The Night - Elley Duhe

Disfruto - Carla Morrison

Y/N

Bare - Wildes

Ghost - Wildes

Let You Go - Wildes

Mean - Madeline The Pearson (to her "father")

Can't Pretend - Tom Odell

Runaway - Aurora

Pretty Girl- Maggie Lindermann

Try - Colbie Caillat

Too Sad To Cry - Sasha Sloan

If We Have Each Other - Alec Benjamin (Y/N and Theo)

Princess Don't Cry - Carys

Hey Brother - Aviici (Y/N and Theo)

Bad Things- Meiko

When You're Gone - Avril Lavigne

Innocence- Avril Lavigne

Nobodys Home - Avril Lavigne

Will be checking all these out rn!

[bawbawbridgie]

HPCC year 8 performance notes:

Part 1, Act 1

Part 1, Act 2

Part 2, Act 1:

- first note is something my friend said ‘i kinda forgot to pay attention because i was blinded by harrys lethal side profile’… i mean she’s not wrong!

- catherine!umbridge does these little harmless giggles then continue and turn into such an evil laugh

- not rock paper scissors for harry!scorp this time, but jazz hands when trying to do the hand thingy

- harry geeking out over snape even before talking to him and bowing towards him

- jade!hermione ‘im minister for magic’ while looking directly at snape proving him wrong

- jade ‘i am sorry what it’ll cost you’ breaking down in tears was actually the most heartbreaking thing

- ellis!albus straight away holding on to harry in the lake

- then harry literally jumping right on ellis genuinely almost drowning him

- steve!draco throwing the robe right at harrys face

- jaden!craig playing rock paper scissors by himself before he gets passed the scroll of paper

- ellis not even paying attention to debra… just directly looking at harry instead… awesome that’s so casual!

- ‘i agree it doesn’t sound good’ harry!scorp looking at ellis!albus shaking his head with 😐 face then ellis looking at him then straight away putting his head down with 😐

- eve!rose sliding away from the stairs when hermione comes in and matty!james jr making sure she is ok once they say she didn’t exist

- ‘i am… i am beginning to… understand…that…’ now what are you implying here david?

- ellis literally starring down harry when he sits down on his bed with again that look 😍

- LINE CHANGE ALERT!!!!! LINE CHANGE ALERT!!!!!

- instead of albus saying ‘did you?’ after scorp says ‘i was fighting for you’, he says ‘oh!… i mean… good!’ IM DOING JUST FINE SO WHAT DOES THIS MEAN NOW WHY DID THEY CHANGE IT WHO CAUSED THIS CHANGE I WONT STOP UNTIL I FIND OUT

- maybe im going insane but in the owlery, it looked like ellis was debating on where to put his hand… ON THE STAIR OR ON HARRYS HAND YEAH KILL ME

- julia!delphi ‘the augurey??? I rather like that…’ was so good!!!

- steve!draco and david!harry eyeing each other when tom says ‘older girlfriend’… that’s normal right!!!!!!!!

- ‘just like that…. spare did.’ i see what you did there julia, she seemed rather pleased with herself when she used the term spare… wonder why x

- claire!ginny poking tom!ron with her wand after he mimicked steve in delphis room

[lodessa]

Fic Posted: Trojan Gift Horse

“Absolutely not,” Tom says and Julia sees Jason start to deflate or simmer. She can’t always tell which these days.

“Maybe we could make an exception, this one time,” she says, putting her hand on her husband’s forearm.  “After all, it’s been a while since he’s been able to see any of his friends.”

She can feel Tom bristle, but he won’t oppose her, not directly in front of their son.

“Fine,” he huffs, “an extra hour.  But you had better be ready to report bright and early tomorrow.  You really made a mess of things recently and we can’t have Monroe being reminded of that.”

“Yes, sir,” Jason replies, ever trying to be his father’s good little soldier, and then turns to head out before Tom has a chance to change his mind.

“What was that about?” Tom demands, as soon as the door shuts behind Jason. “You know he’s just going to go find that Matheson girl.”

“Keep your voice down,” she hisses, pulling him away from the hearing range of the help working in the kitchen and towards the relative privacy of their bedroom, adding more audibly, “I thought we might enjoy some alone time.”

“Now I do, always, enjoy some quality time with my wife,” he answers, backing her against the hallway wall and leaning in close to let the maid pass by, though she is unsure if he’s trying to make an impression on her or that potential spy.

“Good,” she replies with a practiced smile, making sure that the girl is fully out of sight before  rolling her eyes and ducking under his arm to continue on.

“I don’t like being undermined, Julia,” Tom complains almost immediately, once she’s checked the windows are really closed and drawn the drapes.  “Our son doesn’t need to be distracted and that Matheson girl-”

“Is an opportunity for us, Tom,” Julia smiles indulgently, “more so than you know.”

“Jason’s feelings for her are a liability,” he insists. “Maybe if Miles were still around she might be able to sway him, the girl does seem to have some sort of hold on the man, but as it is she’s just going to motivate Jason to piss Monroe off further.”

“What if I told you, she’s not ‘that Matheson girl’ at all,” Julia smirks, enjoying bringing this little tidbit to him as she always enjoys having the upper hand.

Read the Rest Here

Part 3 of the Five Ways It Came Out That Charlie's Biological Dad Was (Shockingly) Bass Series

Part 1 Here

Part 2 Here

[hawktims]

Am I ever gonna be able to understand what this is?