#used earth movers

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[strigops]

in such a serious quandary abt what to put in this tank. it’s a 40 gal long breeder and my mom wants it to be a terrarium and ALSO wants to set up her old fake rock water feature (fair bc it is very nice and rlly cool). so i need something that will do MINIMAL burrowing and chewing on plants, but also no species with high humidity (or temperature above room temp) requirements bc im not confident we can keep that tank humid enough for tropical species.

so. that leaves arid/temperate critters that do no or very little burrowing and munching of leaves. personally i think some land crabs would be a good fit but god are they a pain in the ass. im obviously extremely biased but i want So Badly to put a giant spider in there but im struggling to think of a tarantula that won’t see the dirt and plants and turn into a sentient ditch witch

[anonymusbosch]

life was too full of the petty frustrations and mundane annoyances today so i had to balance it out with quotidian joys and everyday delights (going hog wild in the trader joe's snack aisle)

[rocknroll2024]

Music with a purpose!!! Join me on this journey on our planet and beyond!🤠🎸🎤🎶🎵🌎

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Brick by Brick

And like a dog who's learned a new trick Simon rings your bell the next day. Wasn't happy with how he left it, and wasn't that faucet leaking? He's got plenty of spare wood in his shed, don't you worry. What's that about the boiler making a weird noise? He'll take a look at it, might have something for the draft in the hallway too. Pay him? What are you talking about, he does stuff like this for fun. Don't sweat it, love. Just hand him that wrench.

tags: construction worker simon/neighbour reader

part 1 | part 2

Summer is the worst time of year for construction work outside. Up early before the birds are awake to try and beat the heat, arriving on site at six or earlier with bleary eyes and creaky joints from the day before. It means coming home at four or five with lots of day left to get through yet without the will or energy to do anything beside shower, eat, watch some telly, and sleep. 

The pay is good and it beats sitting in a cramped office all day, but when Simon gets home with aching knees and the thrum of a headache at the back of his skull it's hard to remember why on Earth he chose the career he's in. He's drenched in sweat, large dark patches adorning his pits and back. 

It's one of those days where very little can make him stray from his commute straight to home to collapse into his big falling-apart chair, but today it's not really up to him. A large moving truck blocks his driveway. The faded company logo against dirty white overtakes the entire view of his windshield, though Simon can see the back doors are still swung open. No one to attend to it, though. 

Simon noticed the FOR SALE! sign had gone, of course. Remembers feeling vaguely pleased, even, that the home next to his wouldn't be empty anymore, because he of all people knows exactly how quickly places can fall apart without anyone tending to it. But right now all he feels is tired, and hot, and really fucking annoyed. Just when he's clicked his belt loose to get out of the car and see if the dolt belonging to the truck is anywhere to be found, voices carry from the open front door. 

“...last. I'm afraid it's a little heavy, though, so maybe we should get the boxes out first?” 

And out steps the sweetest little thing he's ever seen. Hair tied up, tight little top, and shorts that give him ample view of your legs.  

Maybe summer's not so bad after all. 

You're talking to a bloke wearing a uniform that matches the moving truck and who looks flushed in the face from exertion. As soon as you clock Simon's car, though, you stop mid-sentence in surprise, and then quickly walk to him, brows furrowed apologetically. 

“Oh, I'm so sorry—you're trying to get past us, aren't you?” Simon gives you a nod, and you turn back to the mover. “Would you mind moving the truck up a little? I don't want it to be in the way.” 

There's precious little parking space ahead, so Simon rolls down his window and calls out to you, “Jus’ backing up a few yards s’fine.” He gestures to his driveway so you know that's where he's headed, and you flash him a smile and a thumbs-up in understanding. 

The truck is moved, Simon parks his car, and you pull another heavy-looking box from the cube. You never reach your new doorstep with it; Simon steps in and lifts it from your hands. You blink up at him, lashes fluttering sweetly with surprise. “Oh—are you sure? It's heavy...!” 

One corner of Simon's mouth tugs up. Tired as he is it weighs next to nothing, and he can't resist holding it with one arm, holding out the other. 

“Can take ‘nother if you need.” 

You laugh and assure him this is quite enough, then jog back to the truck while Simon pushes past the half-open door to his new neighbour's home. 

It's a mess, of course. Piles of boxes, scattered furniture, rolled-up carpets. Simon puts the box down in the living room, then saunters back outside to lift another from your hands. He does the same with the couch; the mover is struggling and Simon doesn't trust him not to let it fall and crash. And you're such a little thing. Just doesn't feel right, watching you rush around and struggle without stepping in. 

With Simon's help it's quick work. The mover thanks Simon before driving off, but he's not really listening. There's much more important things to pay attention to. 

You're pretty. Cheeks flushed from exertion, breathing hard, flyaway hairs from your ponytail sticking up in odd directions. Simon has to suppress the urge to smooth them away. 

"Thanks so much for the help,” you tell him earnestly. “I'm sorry we were in the way—we thought we'd have a little more time before people started coming home from work.” 

“S’alright,” Simon says. It's nearing evening, now, the sky above you glowing in pale pink and oranges hues. The little smatter of trees across from you rustles with a gust of summer wind.  

You introduce yourself and insist on giving Simon your number “in case there's ever anything you need.” Simon's more concerned about a young woman living all on her own but takes your number all the same, watching your pretty little fingers tap it in on his phone. 

“I mostly work from home, but I'm very quiet and boring,” you tell him with a smile. “You don't have to worry about noise.” 

For some reason that isn't the selling point it should be. When Simon stands inside his hallway, house empty and dark and quiet, he wishes he still lived in a shitty apartment with thin walls on the bad side of Manchester. Maybe then he'd hear your footsteps, or better yet, your voice. Instead the only thing waiting for him at home is silence. Heavy and thick, where he's ripped away from sweet sunshine and plunged underwater. 

-

Simon is halfway to falling asleep on the couch when the bell rings. He groans, drags a hand over his face, and glances up at the TV. The football match is still going. The camera pans over a cheering crowd, their cries distant and quiet. 

He mutes the thing entirely and heaves himself up to open the door. Swear to God, if this is the fucking salesman again... 

“Hi there.” 

You give Simon a little finger wave, your other hand cradling a round oven dish. When you shift on your feet the protective foil on top rustles noisily. 

You look a little more put together than you did yesterday—rested, showered, fed. Just as pretty. 

Although, speaking of fed... 

“Alright?” Simon asks, eyes on the oven pan. He's only catching a faint whiff of something, but whatever it is smells really fucking good. His stomach reminds him that the only thing in his fridge are a couple cans of beer.  

You nod and lift the dish with a shy little grin. “Yeah. Um. I wanted to say thanks again, for yesterday. And I wanted to test out my oven, so...” 

You hold the dish out for him to take. Simon's fingers brush yours, large meaty paws easily twice the size of your own. When he peels back the foil you add, “Shepherd's pie. I thought about cookies, but I wasn't sure if you'd like those.” 

The scent hits him, then, rich and hearty and buttery smooth. The dish is still a little warm. 

Fuck. When was the last time he ate something homemade? 

“No, I'll eat anything,” he says, suddenly feeling a little self-conscious. He hasn't showered yet. Must look a nightmare. Does he stink? “Thanks.” 

Your whole face lights up, and Simon's neck feels hot. He averts his eyes to avoid your gaze and pretends to inspect the pie instead. Jesus, what is he, twelve? “I'm glad. I'll leave you to it, then.” 

D’you want to come in for a drink?  

It's on the tip of his tongue, but he can't get the words out quite right and gives you a brusque nod, watching you walk back to your own home before closing his door all the way. 

He eats at his kitchen table and finishes the whole thing in one go. Chases bits of flakey crust with his finger, licks up every leftover crumb. The meat is tender and juicy and for a while after the only things he smells is golden-brown potatoes seasoned with rosemary. 

He mourns it when it's gone, of course. Has half a mind to go over right now and ask if your cooking is for hire—Simon can't remember the last time he felt satisfied. When he ate not just for the sake of fuel or convenience but because someone wanted him to have something nice, something special. Is it special? Is he special? Are you going around the neighbourhood handing out cookies and pies to just anyone? 

Simon's sigh is loud in the silence and sticks to the kitchen walls. 

The pre-made frozen meals are fine, of course. Empty plastic containers fill up the rubbish bin. They're easy and cheap and most days Simon's glad just to have something warm in his stomach.  

And yet. 

The next day Simon stands at your door at six in the evening sharp, holding the clean dish in his hands. You invite him in for a cup of tea, because unlike him you have good manners, and you sheepishly apologise for the stacks of boxes everywhere. 

“S’alright,” Simon says, carefully manoeuvring around a large pile of books. “I don't mind.” 

And he doesn't, though he does feel like a bull in a china shop. Large and much too coarse for the little tea cup you hand him while the kettle whistles on the stove. 

“I'm afraid I don't have much to go with it,” you say with a flutter of your hands. “Do you like ginger snaps? I think I've got a pack somewhere.” 

You don't wait for his answer and pry open one of the cupboards. First come the ginger snaps, then the box of Earl Grey, which you hold up to him with a triumphant smile. “Unpacked the important stuff first.” 

Simon frowns and jerks his chin to the cupboard. “S’it stuck?” 

“Oh—yeah. They all are.” You give the wood a little knock. “It'll take me some time to get to fixing everything. The house went for a good price, but only ‘cause it needs some love.” You give him a rueful smile and get up, wiping your hands on your thighs. “I'm not all that handy, so I'll have to take it bit by bit.” 

Simon rises before you finish your sentence. "Let me see.” 

“Oh, no, it's okay. It's not a big deal, really—” 

Simon crouches down, slowly, to spare his knees, and tests the hinges. The wood is rotten in certain places, the hinges old and rusted. Rather than fixing it up it should be replaced entirely. You really better had gotten this place for good money, because this will take more than a bit of elbow grease to repair. He prods at the hinges, tuts, and looks up at you. 

“Ready to fall apart, this one. You said they're all like this?” 

You nod, worry creasing your brow. “I—yes. Well, the kitchen is. The bathroom seems alright. Is it worse than I thought?” 

“Might be. You have anyone look at this?” 

You shake your head. “I'm starting to feel silly about it now, but I was going to look up how to do it myself.” 

Simon straightens. “I'll go get my kit.” 

-

It's not as bad as he feared. Two cabinets need tearing down completely, but the others are worth saving. Simon warns you the repair job will fuck the wood, but you tell him it's no problem; you'll paint over it anyway. 

You feed him tea and ginger snaps while he works, asking him several times if he wouldn't like a break, hasn't he done a lot already? You feel terrible about having him work on his day off. Didn't he say he worked construction? He must be so tired, poor man. You insist he stay for dinner. “You've been so helpful—it's the least I could do.” 

Simon takes a breather to watch you cook. Chicken, pasta, summer salad. The sun sinks lower and hits you straight on from the kitchen window, painting the edges of you a dazed red-gold. An angel's halo. 

“You big on reading, then?” 

You turn down the heat and put a lid over the pan to join him at the table. Simon's eyeing the many books strewn about on top of boxes that say “pans” and “kitchen supplies”. Le Morte D’Arthur. Histories of the Kings of Britain. Beowulf. There's even one that prompts a vague, long-forgotten memory from his school days— The Canterbury Tales.  

“I am. Always have been.” You nod to the books. “I teach at university—medieval literature. But I'm working on my own research on the side.” 

Simon lets out a low whistle. His pretty bird is a clever one. Smarter than him, that's for sure. He might be big and strong but he's got bricks for brains. 

That's what his dad always used to say, anyway—that he's stupid. Those always were his kinder moments. 

“That explains all the books y’got.” 

“There sure are a lot of them, aren't there? I swear moving really makes you realise just how much stuff you own...” You shake your head. “I'll have to get a bigger bookcase.” 

“Think it's impressive.” 

Your eyes crinkle with a smile. “Not as impressive as knowing how to fix my cabinets! I don't know how I would've managed by myself.” You hop up from your seat to check the food, then ask over your shoulder, “Is that something you do a lot for work, too? Carpentry and the like?” 

Simon shakes his head. “We do the heavy lifting. Clearing a place out, laying the foundation. Johnny—my coworker, he's mostly on machinery. Kyle does transport and plumbing. I do the heavier handiwork.” 

You hum and start plating the food while asking him more questions. Is the pay good? Is his boss fair? Are his coworkers nice? 

Price's fairly strict is what he is, Simon answers, and you laugh again. He likes that. Likes that he gets you to do that. 

He wolfs down a plate of his pasta and devours the chicken. It's fragrant, roasted with lemon and thyme, bursts between his teeth. He tells you more about Johnny, that he's a cocky bastard who likes playing with electricity way too much, but that he's also a loyal friend. That he's a hard worker—that all of them are. 

When his plate is empty and he's eyeing what's left in the pans you push them closer without saying anything, and prompt him to tell you about that time a plumbing line exploded and Kyle got soaked from tip to toe in disgusting gunk. He smelt like sewage water for weeks. 

Simon doesn't even realise how much he's talked until his throat starts feeling rougher than usual. You make it easy somehow. If he'd thought you would look down on him because of your own job he needn't have worried. You're not at all like what he imagines when he thinks of professors, none of the stuffy superiority complex he's used to weathering when people find out all he does all day is chafe his fingers on hard cement.  

Maybe you're just good at faking it, but he doubts it. The sparkle in your eyes when you listen to him so intently has to be real. 

You send him home with a warm thanks and dessert, and Simon feels something in his chest lurch when you peer up at him through your lashes in the doorway, smiling and sweet. Can't remember the last time he went out for dates. Can't remember having the time or energy for it. 

And like a dog who's learned a new trick Simon rings your bell the next day. Wasn't happy with how he left it, and wasn't that faucet leaking? He's got plenty of spare wood in his shed, don't you worry. What's that about the boiler making a weird noise? He'll take a look at it, might have something for the draft in the hallway too. 

Pay him? What are you talking about, he does stuff like this for fun. Don't sweat it, love. Just hand him that wrench. 

There are days when it's hard, of course. Simon is only human, and spending days and days on sizzling hard concrete would wring anyone dry. The project is coming along nicely, but at the height of summer there's plenty of times when even the promise of your smile isn't enough to keep him from falling asleep on his couch—often on an empty stomach. 

But during the weekends he rings your bell dutifully. Six o’clock becomes something sacred in his mind, sweet relief after praying on his knees for hours smoothing out cement. It gets to the point where he turns down Friday drinks with the guys more than once because he's got something to go home for now, his pretty little bird that's never once mentioned a boyfriend of any kind. 

“You really should let me pay you.” 

Simon gives you a look before pushing his large shoulders further into the cabinet under the bathroom sink. “Should be the one payin’ you. I know I'm doubling your grocery bill.” 

He eats more at your place than his own these days. It gives him incentive to rush through a shower, dress like something resembling a human, then wait at your doorstep to be let in. Wagging tail and everything. 

Your cheeks darken and you duck your head. “No, um... It makes me happy. To see you eat my cooking, I mean,” you confess a little shyly. “I feel like I'm the one getting everything out of this. I hope I'm not keeping you from—from spending time at home, or with your family.” 

“S’just me, love.” Simon pauses, pretends to inspect the pipes. “Less you don't want me coming ‘round anymore.” 

“No, no,” you say hastily. “No, I like—I like the company. Really.” Your voice softens. “And I'm not just saying that because I appreciate the help.” 

Simon exhales, shifts a little to accommodate the strain in his boxers, and holds his hand out for the screwdriver. 

[darksilvania]

Fossil TINKATINK, Fossil TINKATUFF & PTENKATON (Fairy/Rock)

And here are the next fossil forms, this time is the TINKATON line, who now uses the many fossils from the ravine to create digging tools.

Their hands and feet are covered in dirt from digging so much in search of more bones, and with time this dirt has become a protective layer, like boots and gloves.

TINKATINK uses the skull of an Austriadactylus and a fossilized egg as a shovel and pail, the sand around its feet resembles flip-flops

TINKATUFF uses the skull and bones of a Pteranodon Sternbergi as a pickaxe and the dome of a Pachysephalosaurus as a helmet

PTENKATON has made a Jackhammer out of several bones, with the skull resembling that of a Tropeognatus, and the dome of a Stygimoloch as a helmet

They have an ability called "Earth Mover" that boost the power of ground type moves, so, despite being rock types they have acces to all the "bone" and "drill" moves

[becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys]

Hey, language teacher here. 'False friends' are one of the fun / frustrating things about learning a language, like the English/Spanish confusion between embarrassed and embarazado (pregnant), or the Spanish/French por tanto (therefore) and pourtant (but - aka the direct opposite and I hate it SO MUCH). So I'm curious, what are some false friends that tend to crop up in Welsh/English?

Fun question! One that keeps catching my bilingual brain out at the minute is an advertising board outside my uni. It's a photo of a woman windsurfing with the English hashtag #ChooseChallenge, and the (completely accurate and acceptable) translation is #DewisHer. But because 'her' (challenge) is juxtaposed with a photo of a woman I keep thinking, every single time I see it, that it says "Choose her" and I'm like "Why, who is she?"

Let's see, though, let's see...

Listed Welsh/English (I should add that basically none of these are pronounced the same):

Afraid (unnecessary/scared)

Ban (beacon/forbid)

Bore (morning/drill)

Brain (crows/cranial organ)

Cuddle (hiding place/hug; I'll admit, even though these are completely unrelated, there is something appropriate about them)

Dim (nothing/dark)

Hen (old/chicken)

Faint (how many?/pass out)

Hurt (stupid/pain)

Main (slender/chief)

Man (place/masculine person) (lol I realise 'define man' is More Complex than that)

Mud (mute/wet earth)

Nod (aim/move head up and down)

Pan (when/pot)

Pant (hollow/breathe hard)

Pen (head/writing implement)

Pig (pointy thing, usually beak or thorn/porcine animal)

Pump (five/water mover)

Sail (foundation/boat cloth)

However the single best one that we all love is definitely moron, which is Welsh for 'carrots' and English for 'idiot'. Kids love that one.

Here's a fun verbal one between Welsh and Mandarin! Not really a false friend because they obviously aren't spelled the same, as we use very different alphabets; but the Welsh "cau", meaning 'to close', sounds like 開 [开] (kāi), to open / open. They have opposite meanings! I love that.

[o-craven-canto]

Related to the convergence vs. contingency ask I got a while ago, here's a list of adaptations I'd expect to find on any planet with Earth-like surface conditions and complex (equivalent to Earth's post-Cambrian) life:

Cellular organization, eukaryote-like cells with separated compartments for genome and energy production; large organisms multicellular or at least multi-nucleate

Most energy in the biosphere ultimately from sunlight; most energy is produced in the shorter term by transferring electrons to a strong oxidiser, most likely oxygen

Sex-like recombination of genomes common; most large organisms have a unicellular stage in their lifecycle (e.g. a zygote) and reproduce sexually at least part of the time (and when they do, each individual has two genetic parents); some kind of sexual dimorphism is very common at any given time, at least at gamete level

Most biomass at any given time consists in photoautotrophs, i.e. organisms using sunlight to synthesize organic molecules from scratch; biomass on land is greater than biomass in water, unless land is rare or the colonization of land has not occurred a long time ago

Fractal structure and/or radial symmetry common among organisms that move little actively or not at all; phototrophs have leaf-like light collectors that overlap to form a dense canopy

Bilateral symmetry dominant among organisms that move actively (so, clear distinction between front and back, and between up and down, but not between left and right, especially in outer morphology); sense organs, mouth, and central nervous system concentrated at the front end

Multiple "tree-like" and "worm-like" clades; filter-feeding a very common strategy in water; everything that has to move fast in water is spindle-shaped

Nearly all mobile organisms have long-range chemical, mechanical, and electromagnetic senses (i.e. smell, hearing, and sight), with the respective organs arising independently many times; perception of electrical fields may be common in water but not in air; communication is overwhelmingly vocal and/or visual

Every large organism has some sort of skeletal support; a skeleton based on hydraulic pressure is common in small organisms that move slowly, and a jointed exoskeleton is probably common in small faster movers (hard shells built from carbonates or silica will be popular in water), but the vast majority of largest organisms (say, >1 kg) probably has an internal skeleton

[tylermileslockett]

POSEIDON

“I begin to sing about Poseidon, the great god, mover of the earth and fruitless sea, god of the deep who is also lord of Helicon and wide Aegae. A two-fold office the gods allotted you, O Shaker of the Earth, to be a tamer of horses and a saviour of ships!”  

(-Homeric Hymn, translated by H.G. Evelyn white)

POSEIDON(puh-SAI-din) is the God of the seas, earthquakes, droughts, and horses. Pulled along in his seashell chariot by half-horse, half-fish creatures called Hippocampi, he holds his sacred trident high, bringing a tumultuous storm behind him. Standing beside him is his sea nymph wife, Amphitrite, who is the eldest of fifty nereid daughters of Nereus; the “old man of the sea.” 

Amongst the waters are the god’s faithful followers. The half-fish, half-man creature at bottom right is Triton, herald son of Poseidon, who uses a conch shell to calm the waves and announce the God’s arrival. In the middle is a Nereid, a female sea nymph, typically portrayed as a maiden riding a dolphin. Bottom left is Palaimon, sea god and protector of sailors, sometimes depicted as a boy on a dolphin. 

The god of the sea is known for his savage retributions. One fascinating episode involves Poseidon and Athena entering a competition to become the patron god of Athens. Upon the Acropolis, Poseidon produces a salt water spring for the Athenians, while Athena wins by creating the first olive tree. The sea god, in his anger, sends a flood to punish the mortals. In the odyssey, after Odysseus blinds Poseidon’s son, the giant cyclops Polyphemus, the god causes havoc and disaster for the hero and his crew as they attempt to sail home. Poseidon sends Cetusthe sea serpent to punish QueenCassiopa for her hubris in comparing her daughter Andromedato the nereids. And, he sends a bull from the sea to terrorize Theseus’ son Hippolytus’ chariot.

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Space Girl

Astronaut!Ellie x Astrophysicist!Reader 

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gender non-specific! no gendered terms or pronouns (they/them used)

inspired by the song ‘Space Girl’ by Frances Forever

some lyrics included at the end of the fic!

DISCLAIMER! although i absolutely love space & all things to do with it, i absolutely have no idea how NASA works HAHA. learning abt space & astrophysics is a hobby of mine so please suspend your disbelief on the logistics of it all lol.

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From a very young age, Ellie knew what she was destined to do. When it came around to teachers, friends, and Joel asking what she wanted to do when she grew up it was always the same answer. “I’m going to go to space!” She said with a firm face and a serious heart. Yet, only a few people believed she would make it. No one believed that the spunky orphan with anger management troubles would be the one to make it out of the stratosphere.

People say that dreams change. That some dreams are meant to be just that, dreams, yet Ellie was determined to make her dreams a reality. Ellie Williams was a go-getter. When she had her eyes set on something everyone around her knew she was going to have that. Having that mindset has brought her to where she is today, a real-life astronaut at NASA. All the hard work and dedication that the auburn-haired girl spent years to lead up to this moment was finally here. She spent countless sleepless nights in college dreaming about the stars. Hours on the phone with her adoptive father, Joel, ranting to him about all the cool facts she has learned while away from him. So, when Ellie got the offer, she made sure that Joel was the first one she let know.

She can't recall before that moment when she first saw the old man cry, but that day, there was no dry eye between them. She brought him to the same museum he took her to when he adopted her on her 15th birthday. Due to her NASA status and undeniable charm, she was able to bribe the museum guards into allowing her to close the space section just for this moment. Ellie would never admit it, but she had no idea where she would end up if it went for the man himself. He was the one who took the broken-down orphan child with way too much pent-up angst, to a fucking astronaut!

It was her first day in Houston after leaving the small town - Jackson- she grew to love. The town gave her a heartful send-off and enough food and well wishes to fuel a small village. The first official day of training before leaving Earth was tomorrow. Her palms clam up and knots in her stomach arise at the thought. She didn’t want to fuck up this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. A sigh releases from her body as she pulls into her new home, a decently nice apartment complex a few miles from the base. Being an orphan who was tossed around from foster home to foster home until the age of 14, Ellie never had a big heart for items. Unlike Joel, Ellie never really found herself keeping too many items. Sure back home in Jackson, Ellie had some nicknacks and things she found enjoyable, but during the moving process, she found herself only really needing to pack up her dingy old truck. Her wallet was thankful for not having to spend extra on movers, yet the depths of her heart yearned for something more. Yearning for a place she could feel like her home. Jackson never felt like hers no matter how long she’s been there. Ellie wonders if that's why she yearns for the stars. The fast

Her calloused hand turns the key in the ignition off.

“Welcome Home, Ellie.” A small smile adorned her face. Yeah, she was ready for the challenge to come.

Droplets of sweat evaporate off of the auburn-haired girl’s body as she finds herself moving in under the hot Houston sun. Although she didn't bring much, Ellie still had quite a time hauling her things into her apartment. Past Ellie thought that it would be a genius idea to ship her furniture before leaving Jackson. Unluckily for her, all of her shit got rerouted due to some error or something? At least that is what the FedEx worker on the phone told her on the phone. She looks around the room with a bit of defeat. She has all of the “essentials” she told herself to bring with her in the back of her truck. These items include all of her gaming devices and gear, comic collection, clothes, TV, and the fuck ton of snacks she got from Jacksonites. Nowhere included in her array of shit was a bed nor a chair.

“Fuck!” Ellie yelled outside her door. Of course, everything had to go to shit the second she got here. The sound of someone clearing their throat snapped Ellie out of her self-pity party of one. A person of seemingly the same age as her stood before her with a concerned look on their face. Ellie’s face heats up in embarrassment.

“Oh uh, I’m Y/N… I live in 112 B. I heard you moving in and wanted to check in on you. Is everything okay?” You rock on your heels. Ellie takes you in with wide eyes. She doesn’t think that she has met anyone more beautiful than the person standing in front of her. You were in your casual wear since it was a Sunday afternoon, yet she looked at you like you created the sun and all of its stars. After realizing that she is standing before you with her hin to her jaw (like an idiot) she finally introduces herself.

“Oh! Sorry!” Ellie scratches the back of her neck– a nervous tick she does– “I’m Ellie,” Her calloused hand reaches out to give yours a shake. ‘Are all hands normally this soft or are they just godly?’ Ellie wonders.

“I’m okay! Well, minus the movers losing my shit and bringing it back to Wyoming. I don't have a bed and my first day of work at my new job is tomorrow so I’m just stressed.” Ellie finally allows herself to breathe after going on that tangent. You let out a short giggle at her frazzled state. Ellie’s frown turns into a small smile before she bursts out in a fit of giggles herself.

“What a welcome that is, huh? It’s okay, Ellie. When I first came to Houston, I completely had no idea what to wear for work and I was the only one under the age of 60 wearing a pantsuit.” Your smile sends a pang to Ellie’s heart. Maybe this won't be a terrible time living here. A laugh erupts from her belly

“Oh, that must’ve been terrible, thanks for that.” Ellie’s gaze lowers to her beat-up converse as she tries to calm her beating heart.

“Anytime, and um, Ellie? Would you maybe want to grab a coffee with me?”

You rush out in hopes that she doesn’t reject you. Ellie kind of stares at you, not sure if she heard you correctly or if her sleep-deprived delusions were messing with her.

“Or not, I mean I totally understand how difficult moving is. If it helps, I have my old blowup mattress and some sheets and pillows to spare in the meantime you can use.”

Embarrassment floods your body. What were you thinking? Now, you are gonna have to see her every time you leave your room and be reminded of the time you got rejected.

Ellie’s eyes shoot wide open with her eyebrows to the sky.

“No!”

Your face immediately sinks at her answer. Ellie shakes her head furiously, god she is such a loser.

“No! I mean yes! I’d love to go grab a coffee with you. I’d also love to take you up on that blowup bed offer. The least I could do is buy you a coffee, yeah?”

Your smile reappears on your face as you nod in agreement.

You ended up taking your car to your favorite coffee joint near work. There was a small shopping center filled with cute local small businesses that you thought Ellie might enjoy looking at as you sipped your respective drinks. You had gotten to know the freckled-faced woman the longer you two strolled along the plaza together. Her bashful smile that adorned her face after she mentions something that she is passionate about was probably your favorite part about her. She was so intriguing to you like you had known each other all of your lives.

“So, what made you make the move to Houston?”

Ellie sipped on the last bit of her iced coffee. She practically gulped all of the sweetened caffeinated drink down after the first sip. She stated that it was “the best she has ever had.”

“Oh, for work actually! I work uh for the government.” You start to feel yourself becoming shy. You hated mentioning that you worked at NASA. Not because you weren’t proud of your job, but because you had this irrational fear that everyone believed that you were bragging.

Ellie’s eyebrows furrowed in thought.

“That is so very vague, Y/N” She laughs. “What, you a government spy or something? You working for the FBI? The CIA?”

Now it was your time to laugh. Ellie had a way of bringing you out of your insecure shell only with hours of meeting you. You shake your head.

“Hmm…any other acronyms?” She asks.

“Actually, uh yeah.” You laugh. “And it has nothing to do with spy stuff. I actually work at NASA.” You proudly smile, your job was something you had dreamed about ever since you were little. Being in Houston and working with the people you do made your inner child beam. Ellie stops in her tracks as a look of shock spreads across her face.

“You’re fucking with me, no way!” She shouts in the store, customers turning and scolding her with their eyes. You laugh and shake your head.

“No, I promise I am not.” You laugh once again. “I’m an astrophysicist.” The proud look not leaving your face; feeling more comfortable with sharing after hearing Ellie’s response to your career.

Ellie’s hands find themselves on your shoulders as she gently shakes you.

“No way! I start at NASA tomorrow! I’m going to space!” She smiles widely, you can tell how passionate she is just from those words. Now it was your turn to let out a gasp.

“You’re an astronaut!?” You yell rather loudly. For the second time, the patrons of the store are not loving your outbursts.

Ellie gives you her toothy smile as she nods like a maniac.

Since that day, both you and Ellie have been inseparable. Having your familiar face around made Ellie feel a lot more at ease in her first few months. Whenever she had a break from the training she would sneak off to your desk with your favorite snack. Oblivious to her charm, her presence usually waned for the other women in your department to throw themselves at her— something you were not very fond of. Sometimes she got to work at the same time as you, those times being her favorite. Not just because she was able to sleep in a bit more, but because of the little routine the two of you worked up together. Just shy of a week of Ellie living across the hall from you, you both traded spare apartment keys in case of emergencies…or at least that is the reason why she gave you one. On days like these, Ellie would get ready and let herself into your apartment as you made breakfast for the two of you. To repay you for your service, Ellie would then drive the pair of you to your spot– the coffee shop you showed her on her first day in Houston. She then would pay for your beverage before bringing you both to work.

“See you in a bit, space girl!” You smiled over your shoulder as you made your separate way to your desk.

Space girl; that was the nickname you gave her after her third week of being here. The nickname made her cheeks hurt from her mouth involuntarily smiling at you.

When Ellie got to work hands-on with you, she couldn’t help but admire. There was just something about seeing you in your element that made her heart beat a little faster. Having someone else who was passionate about the things she was, just made her fall. Hard.

Six months before Ellie was scheduled to explore the stars above, you noticed that her attention would always wander while she was with you. Whenever you did catch her spacing out–pun intended– you liked to ask if her head was in the clouds.

Ellie responds with a smile, “No, but they are in the stars.” Her Ellie Williams smirk makes way to her freckle-filled face.

Yet, behind her flirtatious exterior, Ellie was worried. Her heart yearned for you at every waking moment. She was with you whenever she wasn’t training for her year-long trip. A trip that she has dreamed of making since she was a young girl. She wanted you to be hers, yet she could not bring herself into asking you to be hers. Making you wait a year while she’s miles and miles away felt incredibly unfair. Her leg bounces as her teeth pick at the thin skin of her plush lips as you both sit on her couch watching a movie. Your hand makes its way to her bouncing thigh in hopes to calm the green-eyed girl down.

“Alright, El, talk to me.” You pick up the remote in between you to pause the romcom you begged her to watch with you. You noticed that she has been a bit off for the last few weeks. The two of you would share a moment, you practically begging her to kiss you, and then she would revert herself to the time you first met. You thought that it was just her exhaustion from work, or the anxiety due to take off.

Ellie's thigh came to a halt, her body tensing at being caught. One thing that Ellie came to learn is that it was increasingly hard to lie to you. She found herself always wanting to be honest with you, so as the months have gone by, as her feelings grew, it was harder to hide them from you.

Ellie shakes her head and mumbles a very non-committed, “S’ nothin’.”

Your eyes roll so hard you swear they’d fall out of your sockets and onto the ground. You take her hands in yours as you try to gain her eye contact. Once that doesn’t work, you remove one hand from hers to caress her cheek every so gently. Your soft fingertips grasping her cheek as you turn her chin towards your face. Ellie’s furrowed eyebrows slowly loosen as she sees the worried expression on your face.

“C’mon, you can tell me.” You pout; wanting nothing more than to ease any worry within the girl before you.

An overwhelming sense of warmth encompasses Ellie as her eyes dart from your lips to your eyes, and to your lips once more before she pulls you in for a fairytale kiss. It felt like a mini-universe was being made between the two of you once her lips connected with yours. Months of yearning all poured into this one kiss. It was full of passion as the auburn-haired woman deepened her mouth into yours, her hands trailing up the sides of your body as she pulled you in close to her. God, did Ellie feel stupid. She could have had you this close to her for months if she only had the courage. Your free hand moves to the nape of her neck as you massage her baby hairs. A sigh of contentment slips out of her mouth; you could physically feel the tension in her body melt with every stroke of her head.

You pull away due to lack of oxygen as Ellie's lips trail, not wanting to pull away. You giggle as she pecks your lips, obsessed with the way they feel. Ellie finally allows the both of you to move from each other's lips before she kisses your cheek. Her face beat red and her lips plump from the make-out session you just had.

“That was-” You look up at her dreamily, you finally got the girl.

“Amazing.” Ellie smiles brightly. “I’m sorry I didn’t do it sooner, it's just– leaving for the year with little communication isn’t really appealing for a relationship.” Ellie blushes and looks away from your eyes. You were having none of that as you scoop hair behind her ear, her eyes trailing back to yours.

“I’m not an everyday person, I work at NASA with you,” You laugh at her bashfulness. “Plus, you are worth it, Space girl. I’ll be here waiting for you. I’m yours.”

Space Girl, I saw a lunar eclipse

Looked like how I feel 'bout your lips

Space Girl, the only way that we'd end

Was if you were sucked into a black hole

But I'd still spend my days dreaming 'bout you

Dreaming bout you… ๋࣭ ⭑

[talonabraxas]

Kali Maa ॐ Talon Abraxas

Powerful Kali Mantra For Protection- In Sanskrit, English with Meaning

Kali Beej Mantra

In Sanskrit ॐ क्रीं काली

In English “Om Krim Kali”

Meaning : K stands for full knowledge, R means she is auspicious, I means she bestows booms, and M means that she gives freedom.

‘SaIutation to the Supreme.’

Benefit: This mantra will protect one from all the evil forces.

Kali Mantra

In Sanskrit ॐ क्रीं कालिकायै नमः

In English “Om Kring Kalikaye Namah”

Meaning: This mantra is a sound representation of the Mother.

Benefit: This mantra is simple and transforms the devotee to pure consciousness.

Maha Kali Mantra

In Sanskrit ॐ श्री महा कलिकायै नमः

In English “Om Sri Maha Kalikayai Namah”

Meaning: ‘I bow my head to the Divine Mother, Kali.’

Benefit: One must propitiate the Divine Mother, the Primal Energy, and chant in her honour in order to obtain God’s grace.

Kalika-Yei Mantra

In Sanskrit ॐ कलिं कालिका-य़ेइ नमः

In English “Om Klim Kalika-Yei Namaha”

Benefit: This mantra is believed to bring relief from all kinds of problems, no matter how much complex it is.

Fifteen Syllable Kali Mantra

In Sanskrit ॐ हरिं श्रीं कलिं अद्य कालिका परम् एष्वरी स्वा:

In English “Om Hrim Shreem Klim Adya Kalika Param Eshwari Swaha”

Meaning: ‘O Kali, my Mother full of Bliss. In Thy delirious joy Thou dancest, clapping Thy hands together!Thou art the Mover of all that moves in thy world.’

Benefit: It is believed that this mantra brings rapid growth to one’s spirituality.

Kali Mantra for Worship

In Sanskrit कृन्ग कृन्ग कृन्ग हिन्ग कृन्ग दक्षिणे कलिके कृन्ग कृन्ग कृन्ग हरिनग हरिनग हुन्ग हुन्ग स्वा:

In English “Kring Kring Kring Hing Kring Dakshine Kalike Kring Kring Kring Hring Hring Hung Hung Swaha”

Meaning: The Mantra consists of three seeds, krim, hum and hrim, and the name ‘dakhshina kalike’ and ‘swaha’, which signifying offering.

Benefit: This mantra is used by the devotees of Kali, the preserver of Earth, who saves us from all the ignorance and the fear of death.

Kali Gayatri Mantra

In Sanskrit “ॐ महा काल्यै छ विद्महे स्मसन वासिन्यै छ धीमहि तन्नो काली प्रचोदयात”

In English “Om Maha Kalyai Ca Vidmahe Smasana Vasinyai Ca Dhimahi Tanno Kali Prachodayat”

Meaning: ‘Om Great Goddess Kali, the One and only one, who resides in the Ocean of Life and in the Cremation Grounds that dissolve the world. We focus our energies on you, may you grant us boons and blessings.’

Benefit: Through the repetition of this mantra, the aspirant’s mind becomes divinely transformed and passes from the gross state of worldly affiars into Kali’s subtle light of pure consciousness.

Dakshina Kali Dhyan Mantra

This is also known as karpuradi stotram.

“Om karala-badanam ghoram mukta-keshim chatur-bhuryam. kalikam dakshinam dibyam munda-mala bibhushitam sadya-chinna shira kharga bama-dordha karambujam abhayam baradan-chaiba dakshina-dardha panikam”

Meaning: “Om Fierce of face, she is dark, with flowing hair and four-armed.Dakshina Kalika divine, adorned with a garland of heads. In Her lotus hands on the left, a severed head and a sword She bestows sanctuary and blessings with her right hands.”

Benefit : Chanting this mantra denotes the dissolving of attachments, anger, lust, and other binding emotions, feelings and ideas.

Maha Kali Mantra

Maha Kali mantra - Kali Beej Mantra

“Om khargang chakra-gadeshu-chapa-parighan shulang bhushundIng shirahshankhang sanda-dhatIng karistri-nayanAng sarbanga-bhushabritam. nIlashma-dyutimasya pada-dashakang sebe maha kalikang yamastou-chhaite harou kamalajye hantung madhung kaitavam”

Meaning: ‘Aum, Her ten hands is holding a scimitar, disk, mace, arrows and bow, lance, club, a skull and a conch shell. She is a three-eyed goddess, Her body is covered with ornaments, and Her countenance with the brilliance of blue diamonds, with ten limbs. We offer our service to mahakali, She who Brahma praised for protection from the demons madhu and kaitava, when Vishnu was in sleep.’

Benefit: Kali is Mother to her devotees not because she protects them from the demons when Lord Vishnu is asleep but because she reveals to them their mortality and thus releases them to act fully and freely, releases them from the incredible, binding web of “adult” pretense, practicality, and rationality and recitation of this mantra helps in this realization.

Other Kali Mantra

a) “Om Kali, Kali! Om Kali, Kali! Namostute, namostute, namo! Namostute, namostute, namo!”

b) “Ananda Ma Ananda Ma Kali Ananda Ma Ananda Ma Kali Ananda Ma Ananda Ma Kali Om Kali Ma!”

Benefit : These are the simple chants to salute and please the Black Goddess.

[keysatthecrossroad]

Hekáte, Keeper of Keys, Mover of Stars, Mistress of Mysteries,

Bring balance to the Light and Dark,

Reveal the strands of time and space so that we may find its equal.

Mother of All, bring forth the warm autumnal hues, glowing beneath Your Torches,

The crisp air, the cool breezes, the Earth that shivers beneath Your Cloak.

Goddess of the Harvest, let us reap Your ways,

Let us keep Your name,

Let us celebrate this Equinox, this new season, in honor of and in devotion of You.

[mynameismckenziemae]

She’s a Fire-Chapter III

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x OFC/Reader (no use of y/n)

So hot there’s smoke

(previous chapter here, next chapter here)

Warnings: fluff, masturbation, oral (m receiving), dirty talk

You give Bradley your number after you make a tentative plan to hang out on Friday since you’re not sure what your schedule will be yet. You send him down to Penny’s with a kiss and a butt squeeze when he turns.

You and fall into bed shortly after.

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A loud back-up beeper jolts you awake. You look at your phone; 6:47 AM. What on earth?

You look out the window and see your movers have backed into Penny’s driveway, and started throwing items out. You cringe at how roughly they’re handling your stuff. You pull a sweatshirt on and head down the stairs just as you see them drop your bed frame, cracking it.

You sigh heavily before asking, “Weren’t you guys supposed to come tomorrow? Preferably after 8:00 AM?”

“Sorry about your bed frame, that’ll be comped. There was a change of plans, we gotta be back to Denver before tomorrow.” One of the movers replies.

“Okay, I guess? Let me just move some stuff around upstairs first.”

“Go ahead, the stuff will be here when you get down back.” He replies.

“Excuse me? I have to bring it all up myself? That’s not what I paid for.” Now you’re getting irritated.

“Yeah, the boss man said we gotta be back tonight, so you’ll have to figure it out. Call tomorrow morning and they’ll comp ya for that too.”

What the fuck. “Uh no, that’s not—“

“What’s going on out here?” Bradley asks as he comes out of Penny’s sliding door, yawning while he pulls his tank on. Holy biceps.

You walk over to him as he eyes your bare legs. “They were supposed to be here tomorrow and bring everything upstairs. But they apparently need to be back in Denver by tonight so I’m on my own. They also broke my bedframe” you sigh.

“I’ll help ya. I’ve got nothing to do today and it’s that much stuff. My buddy owns a furniture store across town, he’ll hook ya up with a bedframe and I can bring it over with the Bronco, get it set up for ya if you’d want?”

“Seriously? You’d do all that?”

“‘Course. I’d be happy to, plus it’s supposed to rain later, I don’t want your stuff to get wet.”

“That would be great, thank you so much.”

“No problem, where do we start?”

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20 minutes later you’ve got the furniture out of the way so you can get the mattress and boxes in. The moving truck is already gone. They’re getting a one-star review on Yelp. Assholes.

Pete and Penny see the pile of stuff in the driveway and come out to help too. The hardest part is squeezing the mattress through the doorframe, but it’s easy sailing after that, and within an hour it’s all out of the driveway.

They ask if you need help unpacking but you politely decline as you’re not sure where everything is going yet.

“I’m going to the bar to do payroll, did you want a ride?” Penny asks Bradley.

“Yeah, thanks.” He turns to you. “I’ll run home and shower and then I’ll be back to pick you up?”

“That’d be great.” You smile, ignoring the knowing looks you’re getting from Pete and Penny.

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You put a few necessary things away and get your stuff ready for tomorrow before showering yourself, throwing on a pair of jean shorts and an oversized white tee.

A clean vintage Bronco pulls in and you meet Bradley in the driveway, he looks good enough to eat in another tight pair of jeans and a gray t-shirt as he holds the passenger door open for you.

“I ran through Starbucks, got you a vanilla latte and a breakfast sandwich, the bag is on the floor in the back,” he says as he climbs in the driver's side.

Unexpected tears spring to your eyes, but you quickly blink them away. You clear the lump from your throat. “That’s so thoughtful, thank you. Sunny give you my order?”

“No problem, I like coffee too.” He holds up his cup, “And yeah she did, there’s too many options for me to try and guess.”

“Well, I’m impressed. My dad is the only other man who’s ever bought me coffee.”

“Really? It’s such a simple thing.”

“It is. But I’m not used to guys taking initiative or putting in the effort. Another reason I decided to take a break from dating.”

“Yeah, I can see that. It helps that I was raised by a single mom.”

“Sounds like she was quite the woman, to raise a man as amazing as you.”

He blushes at your words and squeezes your knee. “Thanks, Row”.

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Bradley pulls into a furniture store and leaves you at the door before parking.

He leads you inside and helps you look. You eventually pick out a wrought iron one but aren’t sure on what color/finish.

“Do you think this finish will scratch?” You ask, gesturing to the black one.

“Scratch? From what?”

“Handcuffs, of course” you deadpan.

He flushes but laughs. “Nah, should be fine. These are good quality.”

“I hope so. I’d hate to have to punish you for scratching it” you tell him before turning away to find an associate as he gapes after you.

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Your luck is changing, they have the frame you want in store so you’re able to bring it home today, unassembled of course.

The clouds are starting to spit as he pulls into the driveway, and it starts coming down harder when you’re halfway up the stairs, helping him carry the box. You both laugh as you get it inside and set it down. Your top-halves took the brunt of it, soaking both your shirts.

He looks at your chest and swallows heavily before meeting your eyes again. You look down and your tee and bralette are now see-through, nipples at attention from the cold rain. You turn and strip the wet material off, teasing him with a view of your bare back while you walk to the bathroom for some towels.

You hang the wet items over the shower rod and cover yourself with a towel, before grabbing one for him too.

“Do you want to hang up your shirt?”

“Sure, thanks,” he says with gravel in his voice. You look down while he’s pulling his shirt off and can see the thick line of his erection pressing against his jeans.

He hands you the shirt and he dries off with the towel quickly before handing it over too. You hang it all up in the bathroom and walk back out, topless.

He inhales sharply and watches as you pull out a box of clothes, digging through for a shirt and bra.

He comes up behind you and reaches around you to cup your breasts. His rough, calloused fingers rub across your nipples and you sigh, head dropping back against his chest.

“You like to tease me, don’t you?” He murmurs by your ear.

“Mmm, yeah. I do. I like it when you blush and get all flustered. Especially since I think this is new for you, you’re used to being the one in control, aren’t you?” You say as you turn in his arms, bare chests now together.

“Yeah, you’re definitely throwing me for a loop. I don’t know what to expect from you, and I like it.” He replies before leaning down to kiss you.

You return it, licking the seam of his lips as your hands go to his nipples. “Anyone ever play with these?” You murmur against his lips.

“Not really, not like you-fuckkk” he pulls back from your lips to groan as you pinch lightly.

“That’s a shame,” you kiss the scar on his jaw, then neck, and down below his collarbone. “cause you’re so responsive. Do you like it?”

He sighs and nods as you suck his nipple into your mouth. “Yeah”.

“Good.” You reply as you kiss your way to the other side. You suck that one into your mouth next and gently bite while pinching the other. His cock twitches against your stomach.

You kiss your way lower, settling on your knees. You pull him out and trace the head on your lips as you look up at him under your lashes before you draw him into your mouth. You moan around him and he shudders, hands clenching at his sides, “Fuck, Rowan. That, ah…feels fucking amazing.”

“Mmm,” you agree around him and take his hands to guide them in your hair.

He grips your hair and gently thrusts before pulling back and repeating the motion. He’s watching you under half-lidded eyes and his chest is heaving. Each thrust draws a delicious gasp out of him, driving you crazy. Your hand goes in the front of your shorts, to rub tight circles on your clit. “Oh God, are you touching yourself?

You moan around him again and nod, eyes falling closed from the pleasure.

“Fuck, that’s hot.”

Your free hand reaches between his legs, rolling his balls in your fingers, and his hips thrust deeper on their own accord.

You feel that familiar tightening and pull him deeper into your mouth, too far gone to notice your gag reflex as your nose brushes the neatly trimmed hair below his navel. Your orgasm hits you, moaning and whining around his cock, drool dripping down your chin.

“Jesus, you’re so pretty when you cum. Fuckfuckfuck I’m close. Where do you want me to-?”

Your hands fly to his ass and pull him deeper into your mouth, swallowing around him.

His hands tighten the grip on your hair as he cums with a broken moan and you swallow his salty spend.

He helps you to your feet and kisses you deeply, his chest rumbles as he tastes himself in your mouth. “Rowan, you are…” he trails off with a chuckle, “just, uh…wow”.

You smile and tuck him back in his pants. “I can get it myself, but do you want to help me put the frame together? It’s probably easier with 2 people. I can order some food?”

“Yeah, sounds great. I wouldn’t make you put it together yourself.”

“Thanks! Now where do you suggest I order from?” You say stepping around him to find your phone, landing a sharp swat to his right butt cheek. You smirk to yourself as he sucks in a breath.

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You slip a shirt on, forgoing a bra, and order the food while Bradley starts on the frame. You help him after, and are almost done with it when the food arrives.

You take a break to eat on your bedroom floor and laugh as he tells you stories about growing up with Sunny.

“… and that’s how I broke my arm the second time. The worst part was that I was the one who got in trouble, even though she pushed me. She cried though, and admitted to it…after my mom got through with me, of course. She used to be like the little sister I never wanted, but I’m so glad to have her now.”

“I think you were just a naughty little boy” you wink, “but yes, she really is the best. I feel so bad we drifted apart when she was dating her ex. I didn’t realize at the time how awful he was treating her, I wish I would’ve known. I could’ve helped her” you say, poking at your food. You’ll always feel bad for missing the signs was she was being mistreated.

“Hey, it’s not your fault. She was good at hiding it, and by the time we-Jake, Nat, and I, realized how bad it was, we ended up deployed for 4 months with little to no phone privileges. Thankfully she kicked him to the curb, and Pete was home when she found him cheating. It’s sure been something to watch her come back alive being with Bobby-boy though.”

“Agreed. They’re perfect together. How long ‘til he pops the question you think?”

“Less than a year, guaranteed.” He replies, his lip quirking.

“That long? I was thinking 6 months.”

“It wouldn’t surprise me. He’s crazy about her.”

“That he is. I wonder what that’s like, being so head over heels for someone, knowing them as well as you know yourself, unable to imagine life without them? I hope I have that someday. I didn’t really believe it was possible until my dad met my stepmom. I was so angry and jealous at the time that I didn’t see how beautiful it was to watch them fall in love. I don’t know how she ever forgave me for how awful I was.” You sigh, still embarrassed years later at your behavior.

“You were just a kid, who had her dad to herself for years. It’s understandable. I probably would’ve been the same way if my mom would’ve dated.”

You hum in agreement and finish eating. He finishes the frame and you can hear things moving as you as you wash the dishes you used.

You walk back into the bedroom to find him pulling on the last pillowcase. He’d finished the frame, pulled the mattress onto it, and made your bed.

Those unexpected tears are back and you try to blink them back as you walk over to hug him from behind, but a few escape your eyes.

He can hear them in your voice as you thank him for everything he helped you with today and he turns to lift your chin. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you laugh wetly. “I just-I’m used to doing everything on my own, no one’s taken care of me in years. We just met and you spent your entire day off helping me, without being asked. Sorry, I’m not usually a crier, I don’t-“

“It’s okay. I was just afraid I overstepped.” He kisses you so tenderly that more tears start. “I’d love it if you’d let me take care of you, any way you’ll let me.”

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A/N: Ew, so fluffy at the end there 😂 kidding, kidding.

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Don't Tell (part 3)

Mako x Reader (secret relationship)

Part 1. Part 4. M.list

Mako x Earthbender reader

You being touch starved for years suddenly have an intense crush on mako after he put himself in danger for you and the safety he provides following the attack. You both keep your relationship under wrap from the krew. You both don't want to deal with everything that follows them finding out.

You walked out of your apartment. The night sky was above. it was almost time for the mover. You met with Mako. You handed him his keys that you still had from this morning.

"So, good news. I am free to go to the firelily festival." Mako took the keys. He put them in and revved the bike. You sat down behind him, holding on.

"Really? Im so excited!" You wrapped your arms tighter around him as he drove around.

"I'm thinking of ditching the mover and us going on our first date."

"But, people are going to start questioning us." You warned.

"Let them. Its none of their business, and we can come up with an excuse. It's the only time we will know where everyone is, and we can go out without watching our backs."

"But Bolin..." you trailed.

"He isn't in the mover, so he won't be upset about it." He assured.

"Alright. Where do you want to go?"

"I'm thinking of a nice dinner date and then a walk on the beach."

"The Yue Bay Diner?"

Mako nodded. Changing his direction to head to the diner. Your hands held tight to his waist as he sped up. He took a few turns before he slowed down at a stop light.

He dropped his hand off the bar, resting it on your knee. His thumb rubbed back and forth. Every chance he had, he wanted to feel you with him. He didn't want to ever remember the feeling of not being touched. He hadn't had a mother or father to hug him or kiss his forehead before bed. It was something that troubled him. He wanted to have love. He wanted to experience his love language with every opportunity. He was deprived of it for so long.

You gave it willingly, not knowing what it did for him. You hadn't even considered he was the same as you had been. He was Mako, the hot firebender cop. Certainly, you were competing somewhere at some point in time. You had always known he had good looks, that was never a doubt. Little did you know, He had the heart broken mentality. He had cut himself off and shut out the world from his heart because he didn't know what the world was like outside of survival. He had to see the world from a new perspective. His upturn in life was just starting to catch up to his thinking. He was no longer in survival mode. He was living and not just paycheck to paycheck. He was thriving, and he wanted to share this newfound life with someone.

Your hand rested on his inner thigh while the other wrapped around his chest. You held him at the stoplight. Mako has heard about your long-term relationship before Kuvira. It was supposed to be a marriage. The man had different views on Kuvira. He wanted to continue in the destruction of the earth kingdom. You had broken off the engagement and ran far away. You fought with the krew against your ex. Mako still remembers the cry he heard when your ex died in battle. You still loved him. you just couldn't stand behind someone who was causing such havoc. That was his downfall he chose to stay in the havoc, leaving you without a future after the battle. You had been single since then, trying to heal yourself from the pain.

Mako grabbed the bar again as the light turned green, speeding again towards the diner.

Once you were there, Mako grabbed the door to the diner, holding it open for you. You both got inside, he placed his hand on your back, and you both walked to the outside seating. The small of your back felt the warmth from his hand, and tingles rolled down your spine.

You both sat down at a table. The waves crashed, sending the sounds out to the table. The moonlight was bright in a full moon, and the stars twinkled with reflections of the light in the ocean. The air was crisp and cool.

A waitress came and took your orders.

The nerves began sinking in. This was technically your first date since losing your ex-fiance. It was so casual before with Mako, just some physical intimacy that you were craving. This level of vulnerability and commitment seemed much different. Your heart was beating faster. Your attention turned to the waves.

"It's a nice night." Mako spoke softly.

"It is. You know I'll never get over seeing the ocean for the first time. I grew up in such a small town. There was a small lake, but it was nothing compared to the ocean." Your lips grew in a smile thinking of the memories.

"I grew up here. Bolin used to beg me to go to the beach with him when we were younger. I was always busy hustling, but every once in a while, we spent time here."

"I always forget you worked for shady shin." You leaned back comfortably, feeling less anxious. Mako was easy to talk to.

"I try to forget it myself. It wasn't a happy childhood, but it had its moments."

"I know Bolin is thankful. You did a good job raising him. He was always very helpful when we were with Kuvira. He is very funny and looks out for his friends. I've heard Bolin talk about his perspective, but what about yours. How was it for you?"

"It was tough. I learned a lot about the streets. It's hustle or get hustled. There wasn't much between. I'm glad it's behind me. I'm glad I turned my life around. I took a chance when we became probenders."

"I hate that I didn't get to see you play."

The waitress came out and set out your plates. You both ate a few bites between talking.

"You didn't miss too much. What about you what was life like before republic city."

"It was good when I was younger. We lived in a small village. we weren't super wealthy, but we had enough to get by. I still remember being with my friends talking about our future in the town. Kuvira stopped by our town, and she was enlisting warriors to accompany her. I joined with my boyfriend and we traveled around the earth towns."

"Do you miss him?"

"Of course, but every day, I get a little closer to not envision what would've been. For the first few months, I was grieving not only him but the life we had created and planned together. I thought maybe we could have reconnected after he saw the evil in her, but it never happened."

"I understand. I don't know what it's like to lose someone you plan a life with, but I know what it's like to lose someone you love." He reached his hand out and laced your fingers in his. "It's very hard to lose someone no matter who they are to you."

"I've been grieving it for a long time. I wish I could have been at this point sooner. If I hadn't been so blind on grief, maybe I could have seen you this way sooner." You were at a much better place to talk about the death of your first love.

"I would have loved to have this sooner, but I think it's better that we took our time just being friends. I needed to reevaluate myself. I was so used to being unstable in life that stability was a big adjustment I had to make." Mako admitted.

"You know, I always thought you were seeing women and just not telling anyone." You giggled.

"I wasn't. I spent a long time just focusing on myself and making sure I was in a good place to bring someone in my life. I spent so long taking care of Bolin. When he left, I actually had time, and I wanted to make something of myself to give a better life than what I had for my future family."

"That's really sweet, but there's no way. I don't believe there wasn't at least one. You're a firebender, hot, and a cop. That's a girls dream. You have to have women all over you." You pressed.

"No, if they were, I didn't notice. I was too busy. When I finally was ready to find someone, you just said something that I just couldn't stop thinking about. You didn't know it, but It stuck with me." Makos hand squeezed yours.

"Really? I never thought you had any thoughts like that about me. I always thought you'd fall for a woman at the station. I actually made a bet about it once with Korra. Which I lost because we kinda spied on you..."

"That's not creepy at all." He chuckled softly.

"It was just from the station to your apartment. I bet her that you were going to bring home a woman. She bet that you wouldn't, and I was sure you would because it was a significant firenation day that firenation usually spends with a significant other. That was before I knew you didn't really know much about firenation customs. I always thought you might have picked up on some somewhere."

Mako smirked. "No. Not much at all. You know more than I do."

"My village had some people that were from the firenation. They decided to leave their nation when zuko took over. The generations kept going, and my parents had grown up with some of them. They told us the stories their parents told them. Sorry for following you. I guess I might have just been curious in the back of my mind. I guess I didn't want to believe I had any feelings for anyone, especially someone I thought wasn't into me."

"I was then, and I still am." He spoke honestly. The heat in your cheeks met the cool Seabreeze.

You both had finished dinner. The waitress took mako's cash, and you both left. His fingertips trailed your side.

He led you to the stairs that met the sand. You both walked along the beach.

"The mover is probably over by now, but I don't think they will be down at the beach."

"They are at the usual hang out for sure." You could almost hear the groups jokes about you two being together from here.

"Bolin may have gone looking for me." Mako found a spot and sat down, pulling you with him.

"I almost feel bad for not telling your brother." You said when you sat next to him feeling the sand under your fingers. You rested your head on his shoulder.

"If we tell him, everyone will know."

"I don't want to tell them yet. I had fun today, especially with them, not in on the secret. I really like it just being us without them pushing." You looked out into the water.

"Korra and Asami especially. They've been on your back since they got back and heard you were the other single one in the group." Mako chuckled.

"Do you want to go back? You can stay with me tonight." Butterflies swarmed thinking about the warm bed.

"I would love to, but I can't. Bolin is guaranteed to search for me all night if I don't show back up at my apartment."

"What's our stories?" You tried to mask your disappointment.

"I was out doing some police work."

"I had a date." You added.

"Who with?" He questioned.

"A coworker."

"What does he look like?"

"He's not a hot firebender that drives me around on his motorcycle to romantic dates, if that's what you're asking. He's just a waterbender friend that I know will cover for me."

"Should I be worried?"

"Not even a little bit." You leaned in and kissed him slowly.

His lips rushed with intensity. They led you into his lap, where you wrapped your arms around his neck. He leaned one hand on the sand while the other held your hip. He was making sure you enjoyed every second that you were connected to him. He made you feel so safe, secure, and like you were the only one in the world for him.

That night at your apartment, you slipped into bed and pulled Makos clothes out from under your pillow. It was such a juvenile way of comfort, but you couldn't help but hold the clothes close. You could still smell his apartment. The firebenders smoke was still the same as it was. It had the same notes as you were burning a stick of spicy incense in your room. You imagined his arms wrapped around you and his lips attacking yours viciously like they had on the beach. Your mind cycled through the times he had kissed you until you finally fell asleep.

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It is I!! With (yet again) another small Idea I JUST had

Imagine this: Corpse x Apartment neighbor reader, where one night Corpse just Scream to the top of his lugs and then the reader screams back just for fun and then they get to know each other that way

I found it kinda funny honestly but that's like a rough idea of what I just thought let me know if ya liked it, k?

-with love Miss Kia

PS: Remember to take care even if it's just sleeping a bit or a glass of water okay?🥰 Whatever you do is good enough for us

PS2: Please tag me with it done, if you do make it ☺️

Hi dear! I know it's been literal months since you sent in this request but I've finally gotten around to it and I hope the final product makes the wait worth it. Love you with all my heart, Vy 💕

Pairing: Corpse Husband x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Warnings: Mentions of Anxiety and Stress, Swearing

Genre: Fluff, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: see request above

As you slump against the only standing piece of furniture in your otherwise barren living room, you can't help but sigh. Boxes surround you, silently judging you for leaving them in their status quo for yet another day. Postponing the inevitable unpacking awaiting you isn't much of a choice with your busy schedule but it is what it is and anything else would be making excuses. And there's nothing you hate more than making excuses.

You moved into this new apartment three days ago and yet you have only spent twelve hours in it total. Your stuff is still in boxes which you are quite frankly afraid to open, worried of all the broken crap you'll find because the movers you hired turned a blind eye to the large bold letters the word FRAGILE was written in.

Working two jobs is the only way you can pull through your final year of college but it's starting to feel like you're digging your mental health and sleep schedule a grave instead.

You wanna scream. Scream your fucking lungs out. But you can't with these shitty thin walls. You don't want your neighbors to think you're a nut-job. At least not already. Hell, they haven't even seen your face. You could be living next to Leonardo DiCaprio and have zero clue.

Ok, full disclosure, the building is filthy, so Leo is certainly not living next-door but a serial killer might be.

And speaking off....

Just as that ridiculous though passes your mind and causes you to chuckle, the aforementioned thin walls are straight up rattled by a guttural scream, the vibrations of which nearly bring the ceiling down on you.

You let several moments go by as the building settles in it's slot in the Earth following that vocal earthquake. You stare blankly at the wall behind which the scream emanated from, the wall separating you from your neighbor.

That serial killer thing seems to check out, you think to yourself as your loopy, exhausted brain hits the wrong instruction button, sending you in a fit of quiet giggles.

They can't think I'm a loose canon if they're just as bad, can they?

You decide they can't and go on and rip your friendly neighbor a new one. A scream much stronger, louder and longer that simultaneously establishes your dominance as well as deflates the tension that had built up in your chest.

It's the relief you've needed for a while now.

Similar silence follows your scream, leaving you to catch your breath, head tilted back with peace you haven't felt since you decided to move.

At least until there's a knock at your door.

"Hey, um, you good in there?"

The knock maybe put you on edge, but the voice is what seriously caught you off-guard. In all honesty, it intrigued you more than you'd like to admit. Not enough to get you to open the door, but enough to get you up from the couch and get you to approach the door at least a little.

"You're one to talk. You started the chain, pal." You retort without a second's hesitation which probably should have been considered, with the whole serial killer theory and all.

You hear the guy chuckle, "Desperate times call for desperate measures. It's not like I own a stress ball."

Another step brings you closer to the door, "I mean, they don't really do much. And therapy is expensive. Scaring your neighbors is free."

"I scared you?" He has the audacity to sound shocked, almost offended, "You scared me!"

"You bet your ass I did. Gotta let you know who the boss is around here." You sass right back, unable to prevent the bubbling laughter from escaping you.

It mirrors his, "Well, boss, wanna open this door? I feel a little looney and I probably look so too. Talking to a door and all."

His comments provokes a mumbled apology from you as you, against all the better judgement your 2-minutes-ago self possessed, go to open the door.

And my, oh my, did you win the neighbor lottery. You got a lethally cute one.

"Hi there, neighbor." You greet the taller figure crowned by a mop of messy dark curls. His dark eyes barely peer through the curtain.

But you still manage to make out his smile, even with the mask blocking it from direct view, "Hello to you too, neighbor."

"Y/N, nice to meet ya."

"Corpse, the pleasure's all mine."

His name wouldn't help his serial killer case if you weren't so focused on the few features of his you could see.

There's a brief beat of silence he puts an end to with a shy yet still witty comment, "I know you're supposed to bring baked goods to new neighbors but I can't cook for shit....I got beer though?"

A smile brightens up your face which clearly releases some tension from him, "Say no more, Corpse. You got my full attention. Even if you might be a serial killer."

His eyes blow wide, "What?"

So do yours, "What?"

Well, if that isn't the most rom-comy thing ever. Hallmark and audience approved.

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[railwayhistorical]

Along the Hudson River This is simply a wonderful spot on the face of the earth—we’re north of Cold Spring, New York, along the Hudson River, at Breakneck Ridge. Metro North still stops here, mainly for the benefit of hikers who want to explore the rugged landscape in this area (known as the Hudson Highlands). The “station” stop is just south of where the first photograph was taken with a few trains making stops each way, each day on the weekend. The land mass visible behind the southbound train in the first image is called Pollepel Island, and the structure thereon is called Bannerman Castle. The second photograph was taken the same afternoon at the same location—but looking south. It shows a Metro North commuter train headed north, most likely headed for Poughkeepsie. Also visible in the image, across the river, is the dramatic and massive form of Storm King Mountain. The model of locomotive, seen in both photographs, is interesting as well—the EMD FL9 was a unit designed specifically to be used for New York’s Grand Central Terminal—the destination for these trains at the time. [I believe all Amtrak trains traveling the water-level route currently end up at Penn Station now.] This unique engine is diesel-electric but also has a pick-up “shoe” for the electrified third-rail. This way the diesel prime-mover could be shut off or at least idled when in the tunnels under Madison Avenue and in the bowels of the massive terminal itself. Two images by Richard Koenig; taken in August of 1988.