#we live in canada last time i checked

[ace-does-stuff]

"b-but trump is gonna make america great again-" WE LIVE IN CANADA HIS 'MAKING AMERICA GREAT AGAIN' ISNT GONNA DO SHIT FOR US EXCEPT RAISE SOME FUCKING PRICES BUD

[sleepymirko]

Reaction to s/o liking winter but being very chilly (part 2)

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Featuring Bachira Meguru, Reo Mikage, Nagi Seishiro

Fluff

Let me know if there's errors! Enjoy!

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“Y/N, I finished showering. The bathroom’s all yours if you need it,” Bachira said, entering your shared bedroom. When he’d left to shower, you had been engrossed in a book, and you barely nodded at him when he left.

You raised your head and what you saw was enough to make you freeze under covers.

Your boyfriend was standing with only a towel around his hips, droplets falling from his bicoloured locks and the most bizarre thing was that he wasn't shivering in the slightest.

"I was already freezing under the covers but seeing you like this... Feels like torture" you said shivering slightly.

The boy simply chuckled and walked towards the bed, sitting comfortably on the edge, right next to you.

"Are we sure you're not sick? Today is less cold than last week"

"It's probably your fault"

"How is that even possible?"

"You're half naked Meguru???" You said looking at him slightly wide eyed, a smile creeping up your face.

"Oh."

"You're gonna catch a cold at this rate"

"I swear I'm not feeling cold maybe because the house is warm.. wait a minute .."

You looked at him confused as he looked like he had an idea.

"Why don't you go take a shower? You'll feel even better, no?" He said smiling proudly.

"A hot shower is what you need, trust me!"

You looked up, considering his suggestion. It wasn't a bad idea, maybe it was what you needed.

"Okay, why not.." you nodded and Bachira smiled and quickly got up.

"Let's go then" he said offering his hand to you.

You looked at him, noticing that glimmer in his eyes that only meant one thing. He was going to shower again, but this time with you.

"...you realize that you already showered, don’t you?"

"Eheh, let's just say that I forgot to put the shampoo on my hair" he said smiling, faking innocence. What a menace.

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You and Reo had been thinking about what to do for the holiday season in his studio. Saying that Reo was a great planner was an understatement, the guy already thought about 7 holiday location ideas for impressing his girl.

"You already have seven ideas for our holidays?" You asked shocked, struggling to hold your smile at how determined your boyfriend looked.

"Absolutely, and let me tell you which location I thought of.." he said bringing his laptop closer to her.

"First of all, we have Finland. Apparently there's a Santa Village in a certain city called 'Rovaniemi'. If Finland is not speaking to your soul there's Banff in Canada, the place has a lot of mountains and offsprings. Skiing must be fantastic there" he said smiling while checking with her the photos.

"When can even plan on going to the Alps, if you want something more quiet we can pass the holidays in Kyoto, between tea houses and snowy landscapes.."

While Reo kept talking, you couldn't help but smile. And shiver slightly.

But Reo surely hadn't missed that.

"Oh? Is my princess freezing? Should we move the planning in front of the fireplace?" He offered as he looked at her with a soft smile, finding her wrapped in a warm blanket cute. Once he picked up the laptop, he offered his hand, and they both moved toward the fireplace in their living room.

Sitting there, he placed her on his lap and handled her his laptop. "While I keep you warm, feel free to choose the location of our holiday." He said and continued, this time speaking into her ear. "I'll handle the rest".

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"You're always cold" Nagi mumbled, thumbs moving around his controller as his focus was mostly on the boss he was fighting.

You guys agreed on a simple cozy weekend, with videogames keeping you company as you guys were doing co-op together.

"How are you not feeling cold Nagi?" You asked as despite you were helping him with the boss your controller was under the warm comforter.

"I'm completely fine." When he finished the boss, he laid the controller down the bed and handed her his hand. When she reached for it she looked at him surprised, his hand was really warm and she wondered if his body was like the rest.

"To be one that claims to love winter you have poor luck by suffering the cold like this" he said bluntly while picking up his controller, resuming playing as you rolled your eyes.

"Then why don't you keep me warm?" You asked half jokingly as you resumed playing with him as well.

He paused, giving her a sidelong glance. “Isn’t that, like, extra work?” he asked, sounding as unbothered as ever.

However, he stopped playing and wrapped an arm around you, letting you warm up close to him.

"Didn't you just say that was extra work?" you teased, as he sighed, the corners of his mouth turning up slightly, a shadow of a smile creeping into his usual unbothered expression.

With that, he leaned back, letting you curl up against him while he held the controller lazily in one hand, his other arm wrapped around your shoulders.

"You better worry about not turning into an Icycle" he paused looking at the game, his tone uneven yet with a hint of teasing. "that would be a real hassle."

Let me know if there's errors! Thank you for reading!

[mayakern]

I didn’t know you had a Canada specific shop until just now, so a thank you for that! And I’m really sorry that the general boycott is fucking things up for you and I hope that things get smoothed out over there soon

i don’t think it’s the boycott that’s done this tbh because everyone i’ve seen talking about it has said they’re not including small businesses in that boycott and our canadian storefront has had trouble with sales since it opened like 7 months ago.

i think the biggest factor is the cost of living crisis and how damn expensive everything has gotten while wages remain stagnant.

and then secondary to that, i think despite our attempts to promote it, we just haven’t been successful in properly communicating to customers that the canadian storefront like… exists. unfortunately the nature of social media is ephemeral so communicating this sort of thing is difficult.

we’re gonna try to bring back the regional pop-up later today (the one that detects if you’re in canada and then says hey go check out the canadian storefront) so pls wish me luck that we can get it to work properly this time and it doesn’t cause the site to endlessly reload itself for some of our customers like it did last time 🥲

[snake-spire]

So I’m not sure if I should talk about this or if it’s even worth mentioning but, there’s a post trying to villainize Harlan for posting about the US election and “promoting” Malevolent, if anyone has seen the twitter post and those in the Invictus discord would know. And is actively trying to make him out as ableist and racist, and I am absolutely floored by this response and how people aren’t really thinking about it deeper than that. I am censoring the person’s username because I don’t want them to be attacked. Just block them and move on if you end up finding the post.

First of all, Harlan lives in Canada, and I ask, why can’t he say anything to give his audience, who’s primarily queer and American, hope to push on? He uses his podcast as an example to make his point clearer. Because people can relate to it.

It’s insensitive to think that the United States live in this bubble that other people living in different countries can’t care about what’s going on, especially when Canada’s borders are now closed. And the fascist President is actively trying to make it the 51th state for god knows why. (This tumblr post was made at least two days ago)

I’ll come back to twitter because there is actually something about promoting Malevolent that can be seen as pushy (and I do think it was) but it really comes back to bite the op if you aren’t actively paying attention and can’t be bothered to look at the person’s account.

But there are three very heavy claims that this tweet makes that without thinking, are very damning. So let’s dissect that.

1. No one cares that most women characters are dead. And if they do, they really shouldn’t. Harlan is the sole creator of the show. He is the sole actor. Because he wants to. That’s his decision to not bring on other voice actors. Would it be nice? Yeah, absolutely. But I don’t care in the sense that I’m neutral about it. Who’s alive and who’s dead shouldn’t matter. And again, this idea that the women who have died had no impact on the story is diminishing their value as women. They didn’t die for the male lead (most of them anyway). They (especially in season one) were actively doing something and they are quite literally, the only reason the story is happening in universe. So yeah, if you want to be as shallow as possible, there are many dead women in the show. Congrats.

2. What ableist undertones? No really I would like to know. Is it because you think they’re ableist? There are 0 examples in the post to back this up. Are you claiming that the entire show’s undertones are ableist? I am working with absolutely nothing here. If you’re trying to make a “call-out” post or want people like me on your side, give me something. So yeah, I’m tossing that away because op never cares in the first place.

3. Now this is the second most damming thing in the post. Because it’s a somewhat serious allegation to frame Harlan as being racist. But that’s easy to refute: it’s in the name of Shub-Niggurath. And it’s barely in season 1.

Now I’m going to state an obvious fact: H.P. Lovecraft was racist. And there are far worst examples in his work with creatures just straight up named racial slurs and many of his works contain those on the basis. And it’s bad that he wrote that.

I want to make it clear that I am white, I’m not a person of color. And the op isn’t black either after I checked their page. So neither of us can fully comment on the “time period racial slurs” in Malevolent in full. But my college roommate who is black can. And they said it was absolutely ridiculous because there are no slurs being used as it’s a part of the name. and as that roommate pointed out to me, I guess we have to go after Arnold Schwarzenegger because of his last name.

And besides, if you’re going to get on Harlan for saying the name, what about every other piece of Lovecraftian media that included Shub? Because unlike Malevolent where she’s a small drop in the overall story, she’s actually integral to those pieces of media (ie: Sucker for Love 2)

Now remember how the racism accusation was the second most damming thing about the post?

Yeah I think the Nazi claim is there too.

And when someone asked in the reply for proof, the answer boiled down to, look it up. Because again, op couldn’t have been bothered to provide evidence or examples. Is that person still in there? How long ago was this? Does Harlan share those same views now? Does said Nazi still have those views?

I’m not implying that this did or didn’t happen. I don’t know because there is nothing to implicate anything. I shouldn’t have to do the work op couldn’t do themselves.

Now to circle back to the initial Twitter screenshot and something that Harlan can be viewed as being pushy about, I unfortunately couldn’t get a screenshot of the screenshot (again I blocked said person and I do not and will never get twitter) but I do know that when WolfytheWitch had started their listen of Malevolent and got to episode 20, they made a tweet about it and Harlan @ ed them. He had mentioned how fans and Cain needed a distraction in trying times.

Do I find that pushy? Yeah. But again, I don’t really care. Because this show means a lot to people. And they know that if they need to shut the world out for a moment, it’s just a click away.

But what really irks me were the tags about Cain in OP’s reblog of the post where this section is. And it really goes to show that the op has no clue what they were talking about and couldn’t be bothered to provide examples and evidence.

Cain is from the Philippines. They do not live in America. And it’s in their bio everywhere. They don’t hide it. This isn’t a “oh I didn’t know.” It’s an “I couldn’t have been bothered to check.”

I don’t like the idea of call out posts. Hell, I don’t even like that I have to make this post in the first place but it doesn’t sit right with me because I want people to think critically when there is no evidence besides opinions. And the claim that he didn’t ban a nazi which again, I don’t know if that’s true or not because op should have at least provided evidence when throwing out a claim like that.

And I will iterate again, please if you end up finding the post or someone reblogged it, do not harass the op or the person that reblogged it. Because that’s gross and disgusting and you have no place here.

Now I’ve said my piece about a post I probably should have ignored. But I didn’t. Because it was eating me up all day today.

Stay safe y’all

-Snake-Spire

[angelicdanvers]

BREATHE DEEPER | one.

a charlie bushnell x fem!reader social media fic.

y/n

liked by iamcharliebushnell, walker.scobell, leahsavajeffries, and others

y/n — life lately 🎬🎞️

leahsavajeffries AINT NO WAY THE FILMING'S STARTED?? ↳ y/n 😏

walker.scobell can i be a part of your film 🫢 ↳ y/n sure kidlet

dior.n.goodjohn IM SCREAMING RN WHY TF IS EVERYONE SILENT ↳ walker.scobell pretty sure that's why everyone's silent di ↳ y/n ITS OKAY I LOVE THE SILENCE WHEN IT'S CAUSED BY YOU

dior.n.goodjohn but can we pls address the photoshoot omg 😮‍💨

iamcharliebushnell you're pretty ↳ dior.n.goodjohn SQUIRRELS. IN. MY. PANTS. ↳ iamcharliebushnell yo you're the bigger simp here ↳ aryansimhadri both of y'all just confessed to being simps

y/n

liked by iamcharliebushnell, dior.n.goodjohn, leahsavajeffries, and others

y/n — mgmt’s 'oracular spectacular' should be the official soundtrack for this film just sayin

walker.scobell CAN I CAMEO ↳ y/n yes ↳ walker.scobell can i do the floss to time to pretend ↳ y/n YES

user walker and y/n's antics are the best fr

user2 the last shot is gorgeous ↳ user3 lowk looks like charlie but isnt ↳ user2 charlie could be inspo??

iamcharliebushnell hey i need pic creds >:( ↳ y/n guys charlie took the first two pics

dior.n.goodjohn good golly you're a fine woman ↳ y/n babes you need to get your prescription checked i'm literally a mirror wdym

iamcharliebushnell when can i come backkk ↳ y/n when you don't try to peek at the script ↳ iamcharliebushnell hey that's mean! ↳ y/n oliviarodrigo make a song called "hey that's mean!" ↳ oliviarodrigo YOU BET BBG

aryansimhadri i feel funny ↳ y/n WHAT 😭 ↳ aryansimhadri liv's "hey that's mean!" is gonna be the next i feel funny and i'm LIVING for it ↳ y/n LMFAO YOURE RIGHT

iamcharliebushnell i'm back wanna go get acai bowls ↳ y/n bro i'm in canada . . . ↳ iamcharliebushnell im coming back

leahsavajeffries THIS COMMENT SECTION IS THE FINEST FORM OF CHAOS ↳ dior.n.goodjohn what can i say she's a fine woman ↳ leahsavajeffries dior your love's boiling up 🤭

user4 i love this girl sm ↳ iamcharliebushnell i wish i could relate :( ↳ y/n i love you user4

user5 LOL CHARLIE 😭

— taglist.

@shokocoded @istillremberthefirstfallofsnow @surftrips @svtsimp22 @gcidrvsh @idontevencare1223 @thames-fig @captainshischier @reggieslifeboat @multifandom-loser @wheelerslover @mermaid-mqtel @randomnpc456 @kaithoughs @isab3lita @mariposa555 @sunshinessky @myr-cheri @thedeadlynights @ella33 @c1nn4mng1rl @poppysrin @breadbrobin @lucy-the-ant @jules-loves-lukecastellan @taloulalila @tom-pls-fuck-me @mia-luvs @iknowyoureabigfan

i tagged everyone i could find thus far! i love you so much, thank you for all the support <33 i will update the taglist if more people wish to join :)

i hope you enjoyed chapter one, stay safe and drink water!

i love you and i’m proud of you <333

[diedraechin]

[Sneak Peek] What Chapter are we on now????

Chapter 52? Really? Damn.

Anyway, I have like one half of a scene to write before giving this to Io to edit, but I didn't want you all to think I've forgotten you since we're in the midst of the Grand Prix series. Besides the spills in the Skate Canada Men's Short (I'm still in the process of watching) reminded me of the even splattier place I left you hanging... So I thought I'd give you some fan chatter from the stands as a treat!

I did cut a bit out for length because I needed the set up but wanted to end on a specific punchline. So just know that there is more back and forth as a certain pole dance instructor gets a Katsuki lesson... 😉

“Ok. I found it.” Tabitha squinted at her phone. “He’s skating in the second to last group according to Skate Trails.” She looked away from her phone and over at her wife. “I don’t really keep up with Men’s though, so I can’t tell you anything about Katsuki.”

Jade just shook her head and leaned back into her seat. “That’s fine. I just wanted to see if we’d missed his skate because it’d be nice to see how he does.”

“I didn’t realize that you were a Katsuki fan!” One of the women behind them leaned forward. Jade and Tabby had chatted with her during the Pairs event earlier before going off on their antiquing adventure with the friends they were staying with during the break between the Pairs event and the Men’s. Though they’d ended up missing most of the first two groups all together since dinner had gone long. Still, it was kind of nice to see a familiar face. While Jade had known this was going to be an all day thing, it was really an all day thing.

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“I heard that a Grand Prix thing is coming to Detroit.” Jade was just happy to have something to add to the conversation.

“Really?!” Tabitha looked at her. “To Detroit? I haven’t looked to see where Skate America was going to be next season yet.”

Katsuki fan nodded. “Oh yeah. And I really hope that Yuuri gets assigned since he trains in Detroit because I will definitely drive down from Guelph if he does. I’d love to see him live again. And when the events are smaller like Grand Prixs, it can be easier to meet the skaters if they have the time and inclination.”

"Time and inclination? Katsuki?" No one could miss the snark from Newcomer, but given that she knew Yuuri wasn't the most...forward person, Jade didn't exactly disagree.

Katsuki fan smacked her hands on her thighs. "Let me dream!" Then she broke out into a wide smile and laughed.

“Looks like they’re going to let them onto the ice.” Katsuki fan’s friend said as she shook her friend's arm.

Jade and Tabitha turned around in their seats and sure enough, almost as soon as they settled, the announcer was declaring the start of the group and the skaters all took off onto the ice, some handing things off to the people standing on the other side of the boards as the six skaters scattered across the ice.

“I can’t tell who is who.” Jade said.

“Fluffy hair in the Japan jacket is Murata, he’s the other Japanese skater. Slicked back hair is Yuuri.” Katsuki fan said.

Over the speakers, the announcer started calling out the names of the skaters and the country they represented and each skater was greeted with cheers and applause even though none of the skaters broke from their warmup to acknowledge it. Behind them, Katsuki’s fan cheered for each skater but was especially loud when Yuuri’s name was called, shouting “Yuuri, Ganbaaaaa!”

On the ice, Yuuri unzipped his jacket as he headed to the boards and he handed it over to someone there.

“Oh my god! Is that Kai Tamm?! Kai showed up?! Hallelujah!” Katsuki fan certainly sounded overjoyed. “Should have been checking the forums, I bet her showing up was already mentioned.”

So did her friend. “My prayers have been answered! Do you think if I pray hard enough, he’ll come to his senses and go back to Alexei?”

Jade glanced over her shoulder at them.

“Kai is the assistant coach at the Detroit Skate Club that Yuuri works with. She’s the tiny Hawaiian woman next to the idiot Italian with the big hair who is supposed to be Yuuri’s coach. Sorry, I’m just from the side of Yuuri’s fandom who isn’t really pleased with how Cialdini is coaching our boy.”

And when Jade looked back, it was the woman who was talking to Yuuri as he nodded. Another skater came up and stopped in a way that sprayed Yuuri with ice, but Yuuri just leaned over and brushed the crystals off his black pants without looking away from the woman.

“Rude.” Tabitha muttered. “Shouldn’t he get in trouble?”

“It’s Michele Crispino. It wouldn’t be a competition where they competed together without Yuuri getting sprayed by a Michele hockey stop.” And as Newcomer finished their commentary, Michele left the boards, but not without patting Yuuri once on the shoulder. Without looking Yuuri held out a thumbs up to the other skater which Yuuri’s coach seemed to approve of since he looked like he was laughing.

“Michele is going to regret that because KAI IS HERE!” Katsuki’s fan cheered. A few people around them chuckled.

“Using the Goncharov (1973) soundtrack for his Free is reason enough for Mickey to come ahead of Katsuki!” someone commented.

“Are you a Mickey fan or a Goncharov fan?” Newcomer asked.

“Does it matter?” came the reply.

[pixiesfz]

Hi how are you and love your fics and would you write for Charli grant also Katrina gorry

heya!, I'm doing well thankyou I actually have a cute idea of Charli and the reader going to the Australian woman of the year awards together!!

plot: Y/N and Charli are injured and can't go to the Matildas camp in Canada, therefor they are asked to represent the Matildas at the Australian Woman of the Year awards (imagine reader in the red mini dress Margot Robbie wore for a barbie premiere)

Warnings: fluff, mentions of anxiety (ik dates don't add up...live the fantasy)

When you sprained your ankle at the Leicester vs Arsenal game you were upset that you couldn't take part in the last international camp of the year, you considered all of the girls like family.

Then Charli also injured herself, ruling you both out of the camp. It was then you decided that you could both go home to your families in Australia and spend your week there.

You forgot about your injury and instead got excited, you hadn't physically seen your girlfriend in about three weeks and you had missed her so much.

Kyra gave you so much shit for it.

When the plane to Sydney landed you knew she would be at the Airport waiting so you flashed a smile quickly to the person who thankfully didn't snore who sat behind you and made your way out of the plane.

You saw her from a mile away with her bright perfect smile and blonde wavy locks. She was the definition of sunlight in your eyes and every time you saw her you felt like you were falling in love all over again.

When you quickened up your steps to get to her you let go of your suitcase and engulfed her in a bone-crushing hug.

"hello to you to babe" she laughed and you squeezed her tighter "I missed you Chaz"

"I missed you too" she said and relaxed into your touch. You both stayed like that before she let you go and reached into her bag, bringing out two tickets.

"I may have agreed to something" she sheepishly smiled and you laughed "what did you do?" you ask and she held out the tickets to you.

"Woman of the year awards" you read out before she pointed at them again "you missed something"

You looked back down at the ticket and furrowed your brows until you saw it.

"Tonight?!"

"Surprise!" Charli smiled cautiously as she watched your face "I know they're last minute but it would be you and me representing the Matilda's whilst they're at camp and plus we get to dress up" she added on, grabbing your hands.

You gave in and smiled "Okay," you told her "I don't have a dress though, I didn't think 'big event' would've been something I should've packed for" you said and Charli laughed "They've got us dresses babe" she told you before giving you a soft kiss on the lips.

"Can we go home?" you asked with an overexaggerated pout "if I'm going to this thing I'm gonna need a rest to get rid of these eyebags" you pointed at your eyes and Charli grabbed the tickets out of your hand.

"Oh please you will be the most sexy woman there" she encouraged and grabbed your hand "let's go".

You were both at your family home, laying on your childhood bed, napping with your legs entangled together.

You watched Charli sleep with a smile, she was gorgeous, you didn't know that she was doing the same thing ten minutes ago when you were fast asleep.

You got up to the end of the bed and checked your phone for the time, three o'clock. You knew you had to wake Charli up to get ready.

But before you did you looked at the door that had the dress that Vanity Fair had chosen for you both, Charli had an elegant yellow gown and you had a red silk mini dress that you knew you would probably be thinking about the shortness of the whole night.

"We can switch" a voice popped up behind you and you faced Charli "No, you would look perfect with the yellow" You smiled and Charli moved up from the bed to you and snuggled into your side "You will look fabulous" she told you and kissed your shoulder "you always do"

"I'm just a little bit scared is all" you admitted and Charli nodded "like what if I fall-" "you want fall" "but I could" you told her before looking down "I have bruises on my shins from soccer it will be unattractive and the media would be-"

"hey" Charli turned your head delicately with her fingers to face her "We are there to accept an award because of our sport, it would be a little stupid if they think we walk out of the pitch with nicely tanned shaved legs with no damage to our bodies, plus we are only going because we have done damage to our bodies" she joked, hoping it would bring a smile upon your lips, which it did.

"I don't want you thinking about anyone in the media y/n" Charli told you as she stroked her fingers in your hair "think about you, or me, or even you and me, think of anything" she encouraged and pressed a small kiss to your lips.

"You always know how to make me feel better" you smile at her "anything for my girl" she smiled, and for the 1000th time that day you felt your heart melt.

"I love you"

"I love you too, now lets get ready"

It wasn't long until the hair and makeup people came and 'did you up' as Charli called it, her hair was curled and her eyes had a shimmer on them that somehow made her shine even more than her natural self.

You didn't think that was possible.

Your makeup was similar, only with a sharper eyeliner and you hair was in a low bun with strands curled at the front.

You walked out to your girlfriend talking to one of the media girls that you recognized from the world cup who was filming Charli answering a few questions in her dress which she stopped when you walked out.

"y/n freaking y/l/n" she stated before walking up to you and giving you a hug "you look gorgeous she told you before stepping back and looking at you upside down "and bloody sexy!" she added, making you blush.

You weren't gonna lie you did feel glamorous and you did catch yourself looking in the mirror a bit longer than intended.

"You're not too bad yourself" you told the blonde who couldn't stop smiling.

You both answered some questions, even including questions about your relationship that the viewers on tik tok would love.

"Cabs here you ready to go babe?" you called out as you got the text of the arrival of your uber driver, you turned around to your girlfriend taking pictures of you "Charli!" you called out and she laughed.

"You just look so good!"

[boyfriendtodeathconfessional]

Last part of my hc that TPOF takes place in a post nuclear war setting. I'm combining Celia and Fox's routes, as they tie into each other nicely.

When Celia purchases the MC, she takes them to an abandoned office building. This has been her MO for the past three years, as her biography states she started kidnapping and killing interns when she was 29 (she's 32 in the game). We have every reason to believe this is the same office building and that she owns it. From her knowledge of the secret passage to the lower levels to the elevator only working with her keycard, she's intimately familiar with its ins and outs.

Speaking of the building, it seems as if the previous occupants cleared out in a hurry. They didn't bother to clean up, move, or take seemingly anything! This is even crazier when you consider how huge the building is. If we count the three basement levels, it's 11 stories tall! This was no mom and pop shop, this could have easily been a company HQ. Yes, I'm aware companies go out of business all the time. But it's rare for office buildings to be left to stagnate and even rarer that some rando like Celia is able to snatch up the property before any competitor. Perhaps some global event caused mass exodus from the building and also made the company sell it for pennies on the dollar?

During Fox's route, he can be asked not just who he is but also what he is. He gives a smartass reply of "Have you been living under a rock for the past five years?" So we know something happened within the past five years of the game's universe to make the larger world aware of the beastkin. It couldn't have been just one or two beastkin saying, 'Hey, check it out, cat ears. Look at me.' They would have been written off by the public as a hoax/genetic fluke/etc. This would mean they had to appear en masse, almost as if some kind of worldwide catastrophe happened, forcing entire communities to seek help from outside their enclaves, garnering global attention...

We're left to speculate on how Celia lured the interns to this random office building and the aftermath of her grisly activities. Police got involved. They started searching for the missing people... so she... buys a victim from Fox? As if police wouldn't come looking for the MC? Maybe they wouldn't...

If the police got all riled up over a few locals missing, how is Fox able to run an entire human trafficking network where he abducts people off the street and sells them to wealthy clients? Not only does he do this, but he advertises his activities by flyer! We find one for his shows in Celia's desk! He somehow has been able to get away with this for years. How? Why?

I feel Celia reveals a clue in one of her convos with MC. She talks about the staff at her home and how broken they are, as if someone or something had broken them before they got there. This isn't just one or two cooks/cleaners, but from her description, it's dozens. All these people, presumably coming from the same place and something they all experienced had broken them. Meanwhile, human trafficking seems to be Fox's main business, and business is good. I don't care how slick or rich you are, you won't be able to just pull people off the street without getting a lot of questions asked. So what if these aren't locals that Fox kidnaps/Celia and her husband hires?

Maybe all of Fox's victims are from a country that's been destabilized through the nuclear strikes and years of infighting/political instability. It would most likely be a country that's been marked as a high value target. One with a large population would be useful. If it were close by, it would make it easier to transport people, especially if many people from this country were fleeing to Canada as refugees. They would be scared and desperate and looking for anyone to help them. If they spoke the same language as most Canadians, that would also be a tremendous plus when they're put on the market... see where I'm going with this? -☢️

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No Ordinary Boy - Chapter Four

“Nat?”

  Natalie was jerked out of her staring by the concerned look on Tommy’s face.

  “Er, I’m… I’m okay”, she stammered out, before looking back at the cobweb-covered skeleton.

  “What should we do with him?” Taissa asked.

  “We’ll have to take him out of here and bury him outside”, Tommy answered. “We can use one of the sacks.”

  As Taissa started poking around the attic, eventually coming up with an empty burlap sack, Natalie took a closer look at the skeleton, seeing that the fingers on its right hand were missing.

  Weird.

  Then something by the chair caught Natalie's eye. Something long and thin, like-

  Her mind suddenly cleared. “Is that a…”

  Tommy saw what she was looking at, and let out a whoop. He picked up the rifle, which was also covered in cobwebs, and started checking to see if it was loaded.

  “Marlin 336”, he answered, pointing the rifle away from them while he began ejecting the rounds out of the magazine. “Personally, I prefer the Remington, but this’ll do, I guess.”

  As the last of the rounds clattered to the floor, Tommy scooped them up, put them in his pocket, and held the rifle out to Natalie.

  “Could you take this down to Ben? He’ll be able to clean it-”

  Natalie jerked back so fast, she stepped right on to the approaching Taissa’s toes.

  “Ow!”

  “Sorry”, Natalie mumbled. She hadn’t held a rifle since… since…

  “Uh”, she said, pointing at the skeleton, “you don’t think he… uh… you know, with the rifle…”

  Tommy looked confused, before understanding dawned in his eyes.

  “No, no”, he reassured her. “It was fully loaded. This rifle can only hold seven rounds at most, and that’s how many I just took out.”

  Natalie let out a breath she didn’t realise she had been holding in, and she saw further understanding drift over Tommy’s face.

  “It’s okay”, he said softly. “I can give the rifle to Ben later. Right now, let’s just focus on getting our new friend out of here.”

  “Hey, guys?”

  They looked over at Taissa, who had taken the moment to search one of the other sacks, which all appeared full to bursting.

  “I think I found the rest of the bullets.”

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  “What do you think?” Tommy asked, as Ben turned the rifle around in his hands.

  “It’s been a long time since this was in use”, his brother replied. “Are you sure this is the only rifle here?”

  “Yes. We’ve searched this place from top to bottom. This is the only firearm we’ve got.”

  Ben’s mouth twisted, and Tommy knew why. He could almost hear their dad yelling at the cabin’s deceased owner just how stupid it was to live in the wild without at least one spare rifle on hand.

  “And there’s rounds? In all the sacks? How many did you count?”

  “Eight sacks overall, all filled to the brim. There’s gotta be hundreds, maybe thousands of rounds in there.”

  Tommy paused. “I mean… what do you think this guy was doing here? There are no signs of a man-made trail nearby, there’s no boat on the shore he could’ve used to come and go.”

  “I’ve no idea. He could’ve just been a hermit for all we know. Or maybe not. Dad once told me Canada was big on drug trafficking in the eighties, this guy might’ve…”

  Ben trailed off. “It doesn’t matter now. Can I see that cleaning kit?”

  “Yeah”, Tommy handed Ben the box full of brass brushes and cleaning rods that Jackie, of all people, had found in one of the cupboards. There was even some oil they could use.

  “What do you think about the oil?”

  Ben hesitated. He knew as well as Tommy that they would risk damaging the rifle beyond repair if the oil was no longer in working condition, after a decade of sitting in a cupboard.

  “Let me worry about that. You focus on burying the guy. I’m gonna take the rifle apart and try to clean it.”

  “Okay”, Tommy said, and he turned to follow where the others had gone to bury the skeleton.

  “Oh, before you go?”

  “Yeah?” Tommy turned back around, to see his brother smiling slightly.

  “You and Natalie…” Ben’s smile turned into a smirk. “I mean, you weren’t exactly subtle down at the lake.”

  What?

  Then Tommy suddenly remembered, and felt his face turn red. The moment he and Travis had set Ben down at the lake, he had stripped down to his underwear and made a beeline for Natalie, dunking them both under the water and then kissing her.

  Of course Ben saw the whole thing. OF COURSE he did.

  After six months of hiding their relationship from his family, how could Tommy have been so careless?

  “Hey, it’s okay”, Ben was still smirking. “So, she’s the one you’ve been sneaking around with?”

  Tommy felt his face grow even redder as he nodded. He had dodged so many questions from Ben over the last few months whenever he came home late, or whenever he turned up with one of the many hickeys Natalie had given him, some part of him felt relieved to no longer be hiding it, but mostly he just felt embarrassed.

  “I mean… you guys are using protection, right?”

  Tommy could have fried an egg on his face by now, but he nodded again.   

  “Yes”, he squeaked out, wishing the ground would swallow him whole. “We’re being careful.”

  “Good, good. Just… be kind to her, okay? She’s had a hard life.”

  “I know”, Tommy murmured, thinking back to the moment when Natalie had practically thrown herself away from the rifle as he tried to hand it to her, then asked if the cabin’s previous owner had died by suicide. He’d felt so stupid when he remembered.

  The first time Natalie had brought Tommy to her trailer, he’d asked her why she wasn’t living in her own house, right next to them, where her mother still lived, and had been completely taken aback when she had broken down in tears.  

  After a few minutes of calming Natalie down with soothing words and gentle kisses, she had choked out the truth to him; that her father had died on the steps of her house while yelling and screaming at her after finding Kevyn in her room. They hadn’t been doing anything, just listening to music, but Derek Scatorccio had flipped out anyway, threatening Natalie with a rifle before tripping and blowing the left side of his face clean off his skull, right in front of his daughter.

  Natalie hadn’t set foot in her own house since her father’s funeral, and Tommy didn’t blame her one little bit. If anything, it made him even more determined to fill her life with as much joy and laughter as he possibly could, and leave her in absolutely no doubt that he loved her with every fibre in his body.

  With that in mind, Tommy strode out of the cabin to meet Natalie, and as he saw her standing with the others, covered in dirt while digging a grave, she had never looked more beautiful to him.

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  Tommy came over to where Natalie was digging, and stood beside her, starting to dig. He didn’t say anything, but as always, she was grateful for his company.

  Once the grave had been dug, and the skeleton buried, their little group joined hands again as Laura Lee said a prayer, while Natalie felt Tommy’s hand give hers another reassuring squeeze, which she reciprocated. After they were done, she started to remove her hand from Tommy’s, only for him to catch it.

  “Can we talk?” He asked. “Please?”

  “Sure”, she said. “Are you okay?”

  Tommy blinked. “I was just about to ask you that.”

  Natalie was confused, but then Tommy explained. “When I tried to hand you the rifle… I wasn’t thinking about what happened to you.”

  He looked down. “I’m so sorry.”

  Oh, Tommy. My sweet, beautiful Tommy. 

  Natalie felt her heart swell as she understood, and she brought Tommy’s chin up to her face so she could kiss him, as gently as she could.

  “It’s okay”, Natalie smiled as she pulled away. “I love you… and I know you would never hurt me.”

  “Never”, Tommy echoed her, as they kissed again, his hand coming up to stroke Natalie’s cheek as she smiled against his lips.

  “But, uh…” Tommy hesitated, as they kept gazing into each other’s eyes, “you should probably know that…”

  He winced. “Ben saw us… at the lake.”

  Oh, God. Natalie clapped a hand to her mouth. She hadn’t realised. They had made out in the water right in front of everybody… including Coach Scott. The only way he could have missed them was if he was blind.

  “So, the cat’s out of the bag now”, she murmured.

  “Yeah”, Tommy replied. “But… on the bright side…” he smiled.  “At least now we can sleep together tonight.”

  Oh, hell yes. Natalie felt an ear-splitting grin emerge on her face. They had spent the previous three nights sleeping out in the open, apart from each other, so Coach Scott wouldn’t become suspicious.

  “And he’s… fine with it?”

  Tommy shrugged. “He said as long as I was kind to you, he didn’t have a problem with us.”

  “No danger there”, Natalie laughed, as she kissed her boyfriend, this time as passionately as she could.

  As night fell, and everybody lay down on makeshift beds and pillows, Natalie happily cuddled up with Tommy as they fell asleep. Enveloped in his warmth with a roof over their head, it marked the first time since the crash that Natalie truly felt content as she closed her eyes.

  But she did not stay content in her dreams. She dreamt that she was back on Flight 2525, plummeting to the ground, reaching desperately for Tommy across the aisle as he stuck his hand out to her. As their fingers locked together, Natalie looked up, smiling- only to find herself grasping the hand of her very own father, who was looking away.

  “Dad?”

  Then Derek Scatorccio turned his head around, and Natalie flinched at the sight of the missing chunk in his head.

  “Hey”, her dad grinned. “I don’t know what you’re so scared of, Natty. You’ve already got blood on your hands.”

  He looked down, and Natalie realised she was holding the rifle that had been found in the cabin’s attic.

  “We’re almost there”, her father said softly. “It’s been waiting for us.”

  Natalie tried to move- and woke up with a start, almost hitting Tommy.

  “Whzzt?” He mumbled.

  Shit. “Sorry”, she whispered. But as she started to lie back down, she realised that she was not the only one awake.

  “Lottie?”

  The team’s centre back was sitting up, looking straight at the ladder that led up to the attic.

  Natalie carefully took off the blanket covering her, then moved over to Lottie. “It’s okay. He’s gone. Remember? We buried him.”

  It had been a bit of a hassle sticking the dead man’s bones into the sack, then reassembling him in the grave like a jigsaw puzzle, but they had gotten there in the end. He was well and truly underground now. Out of sight and out of mind.

  But all Lottie said was “I think bad things happened here”, before laying back down.

  “What?” Natalie asked. But Lottie did not answer her, and soon Natalie lay back down in Tommy’s arms, and closed her eyes.

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  As morning came, Tommy walked outside the cabin to find Ben sitting out on the porch, cocking the rifle and dry firing it.

  “How is it?”

  “Should be alright” Ben grunted. “I’ve done all I can. Only thing left to do is test it out.”

  “Okay, then”, Tommy replied, and he walked back inside as he heard everyone else getting up.

  “Everyone, listen up”, he said. “We believe the rifle is in working condition, thank God, so Ben and I are going to go and test it out. In the meantime, it’s best if you guys make yourselves busy by looking around the area for additional food. Berries, dandelions, that sort of thing. If any of you are going down to the lake, try looking for cattails.”

  “Cat… tails?” Jackie asked.

  “Cattails. One word. They grow along the edge of marsh areas, including lakes, all over the northern hemisphere. It looks like a tall stalk, with a brown flower shaped like a cigar along the top. Excellent source of Dietary Fibre, Vitamin C, Potassium… I could go on. If you find any, dig them up by the roots and bring them back here. There are nutrients found in every part of a cattail.”

  He paused. “Alright. We’ll be back soon.”

  “I’ll go with you”, Misty gave Tommy her usual beam.

  “That won’t be necessary, Misty!” Ben called out from the porch.

  Misty’s face crumpled. “But…”

  “It’s okay, Misty”, Van spoke up. “We can... uh... go look for these cattail things along the lake.”

  She slipped her arm around Misty, but the small, curly-headed girl looked like she was about to burst into tears.

  “I think somebody has a crush on you”, Tommy said to Ben in his best annoying-little-brother voice, as they started to move away from the cabin.

  “Shuddup”, Ben growled, as he hobbled after Tommy using a branch Misty had found for him as a crutch.

  The Scott brothers travelled away from the cabin for a bit until they came to a tree Ben was satisfied with.

  “Alright, let’s see what happens.”

  Tommy loaded six rounds into the Marlin rifle, then chambered one of them, before loading a seventh round.

  He pointed the rifle at the tree, cocked it, and began firing. The noise was deafening without ear protection, but they hadn’t found any in the cabin, and time was of the essence. Despite careful rationing, they had officially run out of food last night.

  Once Tommy put all seven rounds in the tree, Ben nodded approvingly.

  “Not a bad grouping”, he said. “Didn’t think you liked the Marlin all that much.”

  “Yeah. Would’ve preferred a Remington, but…”

  Tommy trailed off. He was about to say beggars can’t be choosers, but it sounded far too depressing in his head.

  “Alright, then. Three things we need to discuss.”

  “Uh… okay?"

  “First thing”, and here Ben grimaced, “I’m sorry for what I said yesterday. I was in a lot of pain, and I wasn’t thinking, so… I’m sorry. It won’t happen again, okay?”

  “Okay”, Tommy said, feeling quietly relieved. Though he had tried not to show it, having to watch Ben suffer ever since the crash had weighed on him, badly.

  “Now, the second thing; you and I both know we would be best off if the two of us hunted together, but as I am down to only one leg…”

  Ben paused, and Tommy realised what was coming.

  “Oh, no.”

  “Oh, yeah.” Ben smiled grimly. “One of the others will have to come with you.”

  “What- today?”

  “Obviously.”

  “But… newbies are always so goddamn loud when it comes to hunting. They don’t know where to step, they don’t know any hand signals, they always scare the game away… why can’t I go off and bring back food by myself? Just for today, so we have something to eat at the end of it?”

  “Because as of yesterday, we know”, Ben said, in his best Dad-voice, “that there are bears out here, and most likely wolves as well. If you go out by yourself and get mauled, who brings you back to the cabin?”

  Tommy didn’t have an answer. Jesus Christ. He knew his brother was right, but…. for God’s sake…

  “Fine”, he spat, “but I want Natalie. She’s the only one of them who I know has actually handled a gun before.”

  “First we’re gonna hold a competition, and try to find out who the best shot is besides you.”

  “Okay”, Tommy breathed. Then he suddenly remembered.

  “Wait. What was the last thing you wanted to talk about?”

  Ben winced. “I need to shit. Badly. Can’t exactly just bend over anymore, though, so… I’ll need at least one hand on your shoulder for balance.”

  “You have got to be fucking kidding me…”

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  Natalie and her group returned from the marsh clutching a handful of cattail plants, muddy but satisfied at their success. She wondered how the other group had gone in the woods.

  Both Scott boys were standing on the cabin’s porch. When Tommy saw their haul, he gave an approving nod.

  “Good job, guys. Even if we don’t catch any game today, we’ll at least have food for tonight.”

  “Okay, everyone bring it in!” Coach Scott called out, and the group gathered in a semi-circle around them.

  “Alright”, Coach Scott began, as Tommy branded the rifle in front of them, “what you are looking at is a Marlin 336 rifle, and the first thing we want you to understand about it is: this is not a toy. This is a dangerous weapon, and we will handle it as such. We understand?”

  Everyone nodded.

  “Now, the good news is, Tommy and I have both been hunting since we were children. The bad news is”, he paused, and winced. “I am not exactly in any condition to be hunting anymore, and it would be extremely unsafe for Tommy to go out on his own, given the predators most likely surrounding us, so… at least one of you is gonna have to go out with Tommy, and help him bring back any game you find. To do that… you’re gonna have to learn how to use the rifle. Tommy, would you take it apart, please?”

  “Right”, Tommy said. Kneeling down on the porch, he placed the rifle down and instantly began stripping it. They could all tell how practised he was; he worked so fast it seemed like no time at all before the rifle was in over a dozen bits and bobs all over the porch. Tommy started to rattle off the names of the parts: trigger guard, barrel, hammer, firing pin… but Natalie’s mind had already trailed off. One the one hand, she desperately wanted to be the one to accompany Tommy into the woods.

  On the other hand, she hadn’t touched a rifle since the day her dad died, and she had fully intended to keep it that way. She hadn’t even set foot in Wiskayok’s gun store since then… which may have been for the best, as it had been run by Tommy’s own father, Jonathan Scott, for the last few years.

  Then as Tommy started putting the rifle back together, Natalie looked around at the other girls. Mari was curling her hair around her finger as she stared at Tommy, Akilah was looking at him with an expression of rapture on her face… even Jackie seemed much more interested in Natalie’s boyfriend than she had previously. Natalie instantly began to feel white-hot rage boiling in her blood. She trusted Tommy, he had never given her any reason to doubt his love for her since they began dating… but did she trust the others not to make a move?

  Not a chance. Not a fucking chance in the world. 

  Well, then. Looked like Natalie had no real choice but to swallow her fear if she was to keep the harpies off of Tommy. She began searching back through her memories of using her father’s firearm. It had been a double-barrelled shotgun, but the mechanics couldn’t be all that different to a hunting rifle.

  Tommy finished putting the rifle back together, and Coach Scott started to speak. “We’re going to start off with something our family like to call the ‘Penny Test’.” He brought a penny out from his pocket.

  “It works as follows. Tommy?”

  “Everyone stand aside, please,” Tommy said quietly, and as the group dispersed, Tommy pointed the rifle out in front of him, while Coach Scott placed the penny on the tip of the barrel. Tommy cocked the hammer, breathed, and pulled the trigger. The penny didn’t so much as budge, and some of the girls broke into starry-eyed applause.

  Natalie wanted to line them up and slap them. You greedy bitches. Most of the girls applauding had boyfriends back home, but after all of four days in the wilderness they were already looking at Tommy like he was a prize catch.

  Which he was. Which made it even more infuriating.

  The Penny Test officially began for the Yellowjackets, and Natalie was quietly satisfied as, time and time again, the penny ended up on the forest floor.

  “Damn it”, Taissa cursed as the coin fell off the rifle.

  “It’s okay, you guys. Hey, it’s not a competition,” Coach Scott called out, as Misty picked the penny up.

  You’re kidding, aren’t you?

  “Uh, but there is gonna be a winner, right?” Jackie bounced up to take Taissa’s place.

  I can’t believe it, Natalie thought, but Jackie’s right. There IS gonna be a winner, and anyone who thinks this isn’t a competition doesn’t know a damn thing about this team.   

  Natalie watched as Jackie took the rifle. She looked absolutely ridiculous. She was dressed in a polo shirt, with a sleeveless sweater and shorts. She looked like she was about to go play tennis at the country club back home, which Natalie of course had never been anywhere near.

  Tommy caught her eye, and she saw him smirking as he rolled his eyes at Jackie before looking back at her.

  Ridiculous, his eyes said to her, and Natalie smiled at him. She should have known he would see Jackie the same way as she did, and she became even more determined to win the competition when it was her turn.

  The penny dropped to the ground before Jackie even pulled the trigger, and Taissa burst out laughing, while Natalie and the others stifled their giggles.

  “Okay, this is literally impossible���, Jackie said.

  “As Tommy just demonstrated, it isn’t”, Coach Scott retorted. “Let’s keep it moving. Martinez, you’re up.”

  Travis took the rifle. “Yo, Javi, come try this.”

  “Fuck you”, Javi mumbled, walking straight off.

  You had him in a headlock yesterday, Natalie thought, as Javi disappeared around the cabin. What did you expect?

  Shrugging it off, Travis chambered the rifle, pulled the trigger, and the penny… didn’t fall off.

  “And that, ladies, is how it’s done”, Travis turned around to the group, a cocky smirk on his face as the girls flipped him off in response.

  “Nat, you’re up.”

  Natalie nervously took the rifle from Travis.

  Breathe, Tommy mouthed at her, and she took a breath before raising the rifle up, as Misty placed the penny on the end of the barrel.

  “Come on, nice and easy. Like the man said”, Travis spoke right in her ear, and the penny dropped onto the ground.

  Fuck! Natalie cursed in her head.

  “That’s a shame”, Travis jeered, but just as Van started to take the rifle from Natalie, Tommy’s voice rang out.

  “Natalie should go again.”

  Her head whipped around. Really? Oh, please say yes, she thought, looking at Coach Scott.

  “That wasn’t a fair test”, Tommy said to his brother.

  Coach Scott shrugged. “Okay, then. Natalie, it’s all right, you can go again.”

  “This is bullshit-”

  “One more word, Travis. Just one, and I guarantee you will not be the one coming out with me today”, Tommy snapped, and Natalie felt her heart swell. She didn’t feel nervous anymore. Tommy was with her.

  Of course he’s with you, you idiot, she chided herself. You think he would put up with any of these vultures coming on to him? 

  Of course not. She knew him better than that, and when she pulled the trigger again, the penny didn’t move.

  Yes! 

  Everyone broke into applause around her. But Natalie only had eyes for Tommy, as he smiled at her.

[shinestarhwaa]

CHANCES || CHOI JONGHO

Genre: Fluff, Smut

Pairing: Jongho x Fem reader

Word Count: 2.8K

Tags/warnings: First love!AU, Aged up!Jongho (in like late 20s), dom!Jongho, sub!reader, fingering, dirty talk, Jongho is obsessed with your boobs, bigdick!Jongho, blowjob, praise kink, unprotected sex, creampie, the occasional spank

Taglist: @anyamaris @a-soft-hornytiny @whatudowhennooneseesyou @wooyoungmybelovedhusband @pyeonghongrie-main @woosanbby @dreamlesswonder86 @changbinslovelylegs @jonghostie @lovjensoo @1-800-shedevil @glintneon123 @mjyungi

ENJOY!

You never expected to run into your first love again like this. You can still remember yourself staring at him in class all day, forgetting to do your homework because he was on your mind. You still think about when he helped you out in Physics and when he kissed you on your lips the first time.

Many days, weeks, months and years passed since that year and you had lost contact with him in the chaos of being a young adult. But here you are, standing in the grocery store near your new house in Seoul and there he stood as well.

More handsome than ever, his black hair parted in the middle, wearing thick black glasses and a beige coat. You already thought he looked good and was cute back then, but now? He turned into a man.

For a second you thought he noticed you, but he was looking at a big jar of pasta sauce instead. You felt your heart sting a little bit as you looked into his grocery cart. Did he have a family? He must be 28, 29 right now, right? God, you don't want him to have a family of his own.

It was stupid, you hadn't seen him in at least 10 years and you had never had an official relationship with him but he was Jongho. Somehow you always felt that he was yours. You couldn't decide if you wanted to walk away or walk up to him, but you didn't need to because suddenly your eyes met and he nearly dropped the jar of pasta from shock. He quickly put it in his cart and rushed over to you.

Jongho stared at you in shock for a good minute, and tears welled up in your eyes. How embarrassing, you thought to yourself. "Y/N? Y/N Y/L/N? Is that you? Oh my- I can't believe this," he laughed. You smiled and nodded. "It is me, actually."

"What are you doing here? Didn't you move to Canada?" "I did... But I... I came back because... I felt like I had to be here," you confessed. You would never admit that it was because you felt like you had unfinished business in Korea that most likely had to do with Jongho.

"We should really catch up sometime," Jongho smiled. "Oh yeah, 100%, I- Oh well actually I live like 2 minutes away from here, why don't you come over for a cup of coffee right away?" You offered. Jongho nodded enthusiastically. "I'd love that, I'll go to the check out counter and wait for you."

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"Wah, this appartment is quite amazing," Jongho said as he looked around the living room. You quickly stored your groceries in the fridge and made him a cup of coffee. "Thank you, I'm very proud of it," you admitted.

"So when did you get back?" Jongho asked as he sat down on your couch. "I came back last month, officially moved in here a week ago. My friends helped out a lot to get it nice and clean here." You put the coffee down on the table and took place beside him, batting your eyelashes at him flirtatiously, kind of unintentionally.

"Only a week? Wow, fresh," he grinned, "so you got sick of Canada?" "Well, I just... I had a good time but I didn't belong there," you confessed, "I feel like I belong here, I truly missed Korea, and I'm so happy to see my old friends again, and now you... it's incredible. It's like we never spend 10 years apart. Like I talked to you yesterday."

Jongho smiled and gently patted your shoulder. "It is, I still can't believe I am talking to you. I never expected to see you again, actually." "No, I know, me neither... It sucks how we lost contact all those years ago... Wow you... matured well," you giggled.

The man in front of you looked exquisite, to say the least. He was so fine and defined, with the whole hot boyfriend look and the expensive watch on his wrist. It felt like a k-drama moment to you. You felt now was the perfect moment to ask more about his current life.

"So, a lot of groceries, you must have... a family now?" You asked. Jongho laughed and drank a bit from his coffee before leaning back and resting his arms on the back- and armrest of the couch. "In a way."

You gave him a confused look, wondering what he meant by that. "If you mean like... married with children, no, I'm single, actually. But I live with a couple of friends, they're my family."

If you were completely honest you felt so relieved to hear he was single because the way his face looked just made your panties hypothetically drop. "Not married? You?" You asked in disbelief. "Yeah, I had a longterm relationship, I dated Kim Gayoung for 3 years, do you remember her from Biology?"

"Oh yeah, I do remember Gayoung. You didn't work it out with her?"

"No, she ended up being a liar and a serial cheater so I cut ties with her. We lived together so I had to move in with my friends. I'm still looking for an apartment of my own."

You sighed and shook your head. "I could never imagine cheating on you, I mean, didn't she realize she had gold in her hands?" Jongho looked at you, slightly flustered but also amused. His ego grew a little, or actually more than a little at your comment. Gold, huh?

It was silent while you drank your coffee, until Jongho broke the silence. "Do you ever think back about our... You know, our time together?" You swallowed thickly before nodding your head.

"All the time, actually. More... More than I would like to admit. I don't think I ever had... closure... I could never truly get over you. It's a shame how we never got to... You know... Be together."

Jongho nodded and scooched closer to you. "But we're both single people, aren't we?" You nodded slowly.

"And we're both interested in and attracted to each other, hm?"

You nodded again.

"So why don't we give it a second chance? A real one this time."

Another nodd.

"Please speak up cause I need consent before I kiss you," he laughed. You giggled and nodded again, "yes, I would really like that, actually."

And finally after almost 10 years he pressed his lips on yours again, and you felt just like you did back then. The 18-year old girl inside you was screaming and jumping while you tried to focus on his lips, taking all of the sensations in. You felt so extremely lucky to be in his arms right now, lips moving againsy each others' as his hand slid up and down your thigh. Nobody could ever take this moment away from you.

The kiss soon enough turned into a make-out session with more passion than you've ever felt before. Jongho seemed to be sure of what he's doing as his hands slid under your skirt to rub your crotch. You broke off the kiss and looked him in the eye.

"Oh sorry, did I go too far?" He quickly apologized as he retracted his hand from your clothed pussy. "N-No, I just got startled," you panted. You took his hand and brought it to the space between your legs again. A cocky smirk grew on his lips as he rubbed his fingers on your wet panties, feeling your arousal on the soft fabric.

"Already, darling?" He asked in a low tone. You felt like you were flying, genuinely on your way to heaven. You nodded and gasped when he yanked your panties down and felt up your soaking cunt, sliding his middlefinger inside.

"Y-You're just so hot and it brought all the fantasies back to life," you admitted as you choked on your own moans. "You fantasized about me?" "God, yes I did, I still regret never going beyond that kiss, fuck, I really wanted you, I was just scared."

"Well, I'm here to make your fantasies come true now," he whispered in your ear as he slid another finger inside you, pumping them in and out and curling them until he found the perfect angle, the best angle to make you squirm and moan out his name.

"Oh, Oh God, Jongho!" You whined out as he picked up his pace, fucking you hard on his fingers. The squelching off your wetness was like music to his ears and drew all the blood from his body to his dick. It swell up inside his pants, straining against the fine material. He wanted to release it, take it out and fuck you raw right here on this couch but he had never done anything with you before, so he told himself to put you first.

You took off your own sweater and unclasped your bra, tits falling free onto your chest. His eyes went wide and his mouth immediately attached to your nipples, sucking and licking them as if his life depended on it. Your skirt shoved up more and more as he abused your cunt with his hand, displaying your wet pussy.

"Look at that pretty pussy," Jongho grunted as he latched on your tits. He wanted to kiss them, suck them, lick them, bite them. God, were they perfect to him. "Pretty pussy, fucking pretty tits." He sucked harder on your nipples, causing you to moan louder and fuck yourself on his fingers, moving your hips along with him.

Your body started to shake when he rubbed his thumb on your clit, moving it in circles as he pressed down lightly on it. "That's it baby, look at you cumming so prettily for me, that's it, give it to me baby, let go for me and cum on my fingers," he cooed. You felt the immense pleasure wash over you as he got you through your orgasm, kissing your breasts again as he pulled his fingers away from you. He licked them off and savoured the taste of your arousal, making him moan ever so slightly.

"Good girl," he smirked as he kissed your chest once more. You shoved your skirt down, and realized you were completely naked while he still had everything but his shoes and coat on. How unfair, you thought.

You began to strip him from his clothes, his black shirt unbuttoned and now on the floor. Your fingers fiddled with the buckle of his belt before finally getting it open. Jongho discarded his pants and underwear and showed off his rockhard cock, standing proudly against his stomach.

"Fuck, Jongho," you cursed as your mouth watered at the sight of him. He was fucking hung and you wanted nothing more than to have him in your mouth.

"Fuck, Y/N," he cursed as you got on your knees in front of him and took his hard cock in your mouth, sucking him off. Your head bobbed up and down in his lap and he ran his hands through your hair, making a ponytail out of it so your hair would not fall back into your face.

"That's it baby, suck it, yeah, fuck, suck my cock," he grunted. "God, I've been dreaming about this for so long, wanted this for so long," he moaned. You could cry out of happiness, feeling so overwhelmed but so aroused by the presence of this man.

"Oh my God, you take it so well, look at you princess, yeah, just a little more," he groaned, "fit it all in there baby, come on, you can do it, yeah just like that, just like that, who's a good girl? Fuck, that's it, precious!"

You went faster and took all of him in your mouth, tears burning in your eyes as his cockhead touched the back of your throat. "God, yes!" He moaned out louder. His cock twitched in your throat, signaling you that he was close. He quickly pulled out of your mouth, making you whine out his name. "Sorry baby, I wanna cum inside your pussy and make it cream nicely for me," he panted.

You bit your lip and nodded as you took him to your bedroom as quickly as possible and you laid down on the soft sheets. "God, baby, will you let me fuck you like this?" Jongho asked as he hovered above you.

"Yes, please, fuck me raw, fuck my pussy like you mean it," you moaned as he slid his hard dick inside you. "Oh, fuck, I do mean it baby, I mean all of it, I fucking mean it so bad."

Jongho started to fuck you relentlessly, releasing all of his passion and desire in this moment. The sound of your skin slapping together and the melodious moans coming from your throat created a sinful symphony that you and Jongho - and probably your neighbours - would be thinking about for a long time.

"Your pussy is so fucking perfect, so fucking perfect for me," he moaned as he pushed himself all the way in, ramming his dick in there as if it was his last day on earth.

"J-Jongho! Fuck!" You screamed as his thrusts got harder and faster before they turned sloppy. "I'm so close baby, I'm gonna fill your pussy with my cum. I'm gonna fucking fill you up with my cum and then I'm gonna fuck you again, and again, and again," he moaned.

With a few more thrusts Jongho came inside you with furrowed brows and low grunts. You whined as he pulled out of you and turned you around. You rested on your elbows and put your ass up, legs spread for his easy access.

He pumped his cock a few times again and sank back in, wincing at the sensitivity from his orgasm. "Oh, Oh yeah, that's it," he moaned as he fucked your tight pussy again, smacking his hand on the soft flesh of your ass.

"J-Jongho, oh my God! Yes!" You couldn't bring out anything else but his name and all the curse words you could think of. "Is it that good huh, baby? Is my cock filling you up that nicely? Got you all fucked dumb already, didn't I? Fuck you're so good for me, such a good and nice pussy, I'm gonna fucking cum inside you again and fill your hole 'til everything's leaking out."

You had never imagined Jongho to speak such filthy words to you but you weren't complaining at all. All you could do is moan and whine and let him have his way with you. Before you knew it he send you to cloud 9 as you orgasmed again, clenching down on his cock.

"Fuck, such a good pussy, clenching on my dick like that," he grunted. He spanked your ass again before cumming deep inside you again, pumping you full with his hot cum. You could only whine at the feeling of it, your heart burning with passion and desire.

He pulled out of you again and rolled you on your back once again. Your make-up was all smudgy and messed up and Jongho just felt himself get hard again at the sight.

"I'm gonna fuck your pussy again, Y/N, gonna fuck it again, gonna fuck it and make you take all the cum I can give you. You can take it, can't you?"

You were overwhelmed with his dirty talk and his stamina. Sure, you expected him to be good in bed but this? No you never expected that. Yet, you nodded and spread your legs again to let him inside you again.

His large cock stretched your walls for the third time that night and you cried out his name. Your pussy started to clench down on him again immediately, making him cry out, panting out your name. "Y/N, fuck, you little minx, I fucking love your pussy so much, it takes me so well, needs me so bad, huh? Fucking love it, fucking love it baby."

Jongho kept going at it for what felt like hours, making your throat go sore and weak. He slid his hands over your legs before pulling them up and laying them over his shoulders. You were nearly bend in half as he fucked you harder than ever before, making you and him cum together as one, sending yourselves to euphoria.

He fell down onto your chest, collapsing after his intense orgasm. He panted out as he filled your pussy for the third time before sliding his cock out of you. Jongho laid next to you and kissed your forehead as you breathed heavily from the most passionate sex you ever had in your life.

"Well I say chances are pretty good we're doing this again," he grinned.

[ilookattextile]

Last year on October 6 my partner was visiting me in Winnipeg where I was living and we walked around all day and went in this amazing shop that sells vintage deadstock jeans made in the old factory upstairs that used to be active until the 80s and it was owned by this old man who had been born just after WW2 in Russia somewhere and then immigrated to Israel and then Canada. He talked to my partner in Hebrew and talked about his minyan and closing his shop on Saturday mornings when he’s at shul. Then my partner and I walked to the amazing old-style Jewish bakery in the North End that looks unchanged since the 70s. That night he got a text from his brother who lives in Israel saying there were rockets landing near his city, but he was safe. The next few days he couldn’t stop checking his phone to make sure his brother was safe, meanwhile the news about the Oct 7 attacks was everywhere and the retaliation was starting. My partner said, at the time when we didn’t know the scale of the attack, “if 100 Israelis were killed, they’ll kill 1000 Palestinians.” This felt horrible, feeling scared for family in Israel and knowing it was about to become so much worse for other people’s families in Gaza.

The vintage deadstock jeans store was closed every day after Oct 7, for months, and I often wondered what happened to the old man who ran it.

The next weekend the first pro-Palestine protest happened downtown. A protest happened every weekend after that, now for a year. Winnipeg is one of the only cities I know that had protests that consistently. I went almost every weekend while I lived there. Every friend I made in that city I met at a protest. It sometimes started to feel useless, but the movement was so much bigger than it had been before. I used to go to protests in Montreal with less than 50 people, mostly people who were directly affected by the issue: Arabs and Jews. Now all kinds of people were joining the protests. There’s no going back to how it was before. Apartheid will fall.

[captainwriter]

Chapter 2 - Who am I?

Summary: Who is Quinn Hughes? That’s all Iris wants to know. Will Quinn and Iris be able to overcome the accident that rips them apart. Will Iris ever remember who Quinn Hughes is?

Masterlist l Chapter 1 l Chapter 3

Warnings: Aussie spelling, hospital environment, occasional swear word.

Words: 1140

Iris POV:

“From our tests it appears Iris, you hit your head during the accident resulting in a contusion. This is a mild traumatic brain injury which can cause blurry vision, trouble concentrating and, most prominent for you memory loss. Retrograde amnesia affects memories formed before the accident. We don’t need to operate however you need to be closely monitored and we will need to book multiple follow ups. Reconstructing these memories can be a crucial part of your recovery process. Any questions?”  All the information blurs.

“Um is this permanent?” My lip wobbles, I don’t want to know the answer. I glance at Quinn out of the corner of my eye. He sits in front of me, on a chair in the room. His fist rub down his thighs, knuckles white from strain and drag back up palms flat. Tension and nervous energy fills the room, radiating off Quinn and myself. 

“It is different for everyone, it typically affects patient’s short term memory, your damage is not severe, we would think in a few days up to months your memories will return. The brain is a tricky thing and it works on its own timeline.” Months! The woman in the green scrubs delivers me the news. I’ve never thought using the word patient would be so insensitive, being on the receiving end of ‘the bad news speech’ felt like an extra punch in the gut. My eyes cast down to my lap, my hands fiddle around my finger, something is missing on this finger. 

A nudge to my hand brings me back into the room. The man next to me, as I have now learnt is Quinn, poses the question, “Iris, is it okay if um do you feel comfortable if you were return home with me? That way I can keep an eye on you.” Home? He must have seen the confusion on my face, because he further clarifies “home, here in Vancouver, our townhouse, where we live” he is stumbling over his words, it’s cute. I just nod my head, I look back down and a a smile tugs to my lips. Wait, why did I just nod my head? I don’t know this man but do I have anywhere else to go?

The team of doctors and nurses leave the room, leaving me along with Quinn. “Um… I’m sure you have a lot of questions, I don’t want to overwhelm you. Uh I’m Quinn, your boyfriend.” I don’t know how to respond. My head is pounding, from new information as well as the brain injury. I just slowly nod, my eyes shying away from him. I hear a deep and heavy sigh, which soundly like it was held in for a long time. My eyes glance at him. His eyes are cast down, just as mine were 5 seconds ago, his shoulders slumped, I imagine after carrying all the stress for me and our relationship, he flexes his hands and slowly returns to fists. Underneath I can see why I picked him, he’s cute, soft smile, I’m sure he can make me laugh. Soft waves framing his face, brown eyes with flecks of hazel. After he saw me his smile made me want to smile, I haven’t seen that genuine smile since. 

—————

This is the slowest I’ve ever seen anyone drive. After another few nights stay at the hospital I’m cleared and heading home. Quinn is driving like a granny, he did say he borrowed the car from Elias whilst ours is in the shop. I’m not sure who Elias is maybe a brother or friend, I didn’t ask. I also didn’t ask about the car. Quinn keeps glancing over to me, checking I’m still there. Every bump or bustle of the car he is looking over at me. If we were driving any slower we would be moving backwards, but I don’t say anything, I think he needs this control right now. 

“What do you remember?” Quinn asks hesitantly. “I was at work back home, my last morning shift before I did my first ever solo trip. I was going to Canada, obviously I must of liked it if I haven’t left.” I giggled trying to lighten the mood. Quinn returns a half smile, “no you returned home, but eventually I convinced you to come back and see me, you’ve been here for the past 8 months.” 8 months, wow! Past me would never just pack and leave, I know myself well enough to know this must be serious. “Quinn,” I wait for his recognition, he hums. “When we get back can I ask a lot of questions?” His face flickers with hope, “yeah, you can ask now.” He sounded quite eager. “Nah I want to look around, I know I’ve lived here for the past 8 months but this is my first time seeing it all,” I let out an awkward laugh. That sounds so stupid if you didn’t know my situation. As quickly as it came that look vanished from his face, no smile in sight. However no frown in between his eyebrows, no dip in his lips. Progress I suppose. 

We pull up at a nice little home. Quinn pulls in to the parking spot, “wait there” he says rushed. He jumps out of the car and he starts jogging. Weird I wonder where he is going? My door opens and Quinn is standing there with his hand out. I take his hand and step out of the car, “I’ll get the bags, let’s get you inside out of the cold.” Only a small path until we reach some steps, a small porch big enough for a seat which could fit two, painted my favourite colour, green. Quinn lets go of my hand, I didn’t know we were still latched onto each other. He unlocks the door and lets me walk in first. He pulls off my coat, I turn around a smile at him, a silent thank you. I take a few steps in to look around. 

——— 

“How long have we been dating?”

“Officially 6 months”

“Offically?” 

“Yeah I kind of thought we were dating but I never asked you I just sort of assumed” he says scratching his neck.

We are sat curled up on the couch facing each other, dressed in track pants and a t-shirt. No hospital grown, YES! A tea nestled between my hands, Quinn made it for me, he said it helps with headaches. I sit there firing him questions like we are on jeopardy or we are teenagers playing 21 questions, more like 121 questions.

“Where do I work?”

“What happened to my family?” 

“How did we meet?”

“What do you do for work?” (I was gob smacked)

“What’s your favourite movie?”

“Summer or winter?”

“What would you name a dog?”

I learnt it all. Quinn was very patient and appeared he enjoyed being able to answer all the questions. Don't get me wrong it was a lot of information. Today has felt like a dream, like I'll wake up tomorrow and I would be back home working away. Well I hope I remember this dream tomorrow.

[thedeviltohisangel]

FOR A FORTNIGHT THERE WE WERE

A little something about Evelyn and Callum at the screening in LA last weekend xoxo

“Do you want to go to the Dodgers game tomorrow night?” Ev had been daydreaming out the window of the Escalade currently taking them to a screening and reception of Masters of the Air.

“Sure that’d be fun.” He held her hand in between them and brought it to his lips.

“You feeling ok? You’ve been quiet the whole ride.”

“Just preemptively tired. I have to fly to New York Monday morning for the premiere.” More and more recently she had just wanted to cocoon herself in blankets at their home, wherever that may be, and never leave. She hoped it wasn’t another bout of depression rearing its ugly head. “I’ve just been feeling a little different lately. Like I’m back in the same headspace I was before we started filming. I don’t know. I can’t explain it.” While he hadn’t known her well before Masters of the Air, he had only met her a few times at parties, he had known she was not herself that first day of their chemistry read.

“You’ve been super fucking busy between press for dragon and press for this and the fact that you insist you can try to be in New York and Scotland in the same day-“ that got a smile across her face “-maybe your body is just telling you it needs to rest a little bit.”

“You forgot that I’m the best girlfriend ever and have been flying to Vancouver every chance to see you,” she teased. “Please add that to your list.” Callum laughed and threw his arm around her should to pull her in close.

“I love you. Wouldn’t want you any other way but want you to take care of yourself. If you need a break, you need a break.” But breaks meant silence and Evelyn had never really been good in the silence.

“Having you back in LA this weekend is kind of like a break.” They’d spent the day lounging in bed before walking Golo to a farmers market, buying flowers and bagels and plants for the herb garden Evelyn had started tending to in their back yard. No one had stopped them for selfies and if people were taking photos, she hadn’t bothered to notice. It had felt good and normal to hold his hand and live her life if only for a few hours.

“You made me pinky promise to still spend every weekend with you while filming!” She giggled as the car pulled up to the curb to drop them off, her publicist, assistant and representatives from the Apple PR department waiting to greet them.

“I did and so far that’s meant me going to Canada and not the other way around. So technically I only encumbered myself with that one.” The longer they were together, the more horrible being apart felt. They were both committed to not letting distance get the best of them during the busiest year of their life. Every weekend one of them was on a plane to go be with the other. They were two halves of the same whole and wouldn’t survive if kept apart. “Hi Tracy,” she greeted as Callum held her hand to help her out of the car.

“Hi you two.” Evelyn wrapped her in a hug and then gripped his hand tightly as he led them in the direction of the party. She made sure to wave to fans that had collected on the sidewalk and posed for some photos from afar as they held their phones up. “Let’s make sure you get an individual shot with all the other actors here for from the other shows and then we can do all the cast group shots at once, okay?” Ev nodded as she took a welcome drink and smiled, a line of people already forming to talk to her and try and snap a selfie for their social media. She greeted all of them with a practiced ease that had them feeling like they were the only person in the world with her for those few moments. It was a skill that she had honed early in her career and had fared her very well.

“I got to go check on that handsome lad over there but I’ll find you after!” She kissed Maya Rudolph’s cheeks and did her best to not get pulled aside too many times on her way to Callum.

“Must be hard to be so popular,” Gary teased as Ev hugged him tightly.

“Can’t take you anywhere,” Cal mumbled as he leaned down to kiss her. She smiled against his lips and used her hand on his neck to keep him there for an extra peck.

“I can’t hide when I’ve got a bean stalk following me around so I might as well embrace the attention.” Gary laughed, her arms wrapping around Callum’s waist and cheek resting on his chest.

“You two are so good together. I take all the credit.” Gary had been there when they’d met at the chemistry. Had watched the infatuation only increase from that moment forward. Not so subtlety, Evelyn noticed his eyes flicker to her bare ring finger and deflate a little. “I’m going to go make sure everything’s set in the theater. I’ll see you both in there.” She kissed his cheek in farewell and Cal offered him a one handed hug.

“You good? Need another drink?” Evelyn shook her head and rested her chin on her chest so she could look up at him.

“I love you. Just happy to be here with you. Happy that we can keep celebrating this show that brought us together.” He dropped a kiss to her nose.

“I love you even more, how about that?” It earned him a giggle as she turned to remove herself from his embrace, Callum kissing the top of her head as she sighed.

“I’ve got a few more people to get photos with before Tracy yells at me. I’ll find you before the cast photos.”

“Love you, baby.” An arm around her shoulders pulled her back into his orbit so he could kiss her again.

“Love you, Cali Wali.” He blushed at the little nickname she normally saved for the privacy of one of their homes. “Handsome when you blush.”

“Good thing you think so cause I seem to do it a lot around you.” She almost let it slip that she hoped their future kids inherited his propensity for handsome blushing. But she bit her tongue just in time. Since their pregnancy scare a couple weeks ago, Evelyn hadn’t been able to stop thinking about a baby. Like the moment in time where it might have been true had opened a door inside of her. There was still no strong desire in her bones to get married again but now there was one to become a mother. To share in that honor with the man in front of her. “Where’d you go, Ev?” He furrowed his brows and brushed some hair from her cheek.

“Sorry. Just thinking for a minute. I’ll see you in a little bit.” With a final kiss to his cheek, she was off before he could reel her back in. She didn’t know how to broach the conversation. Didn’t know how he’d react to her rejection of his attempts at proposing but her desire to have a child. Would he feel confused? Betrayed? Like he couldn’t have what he wanted but was expected to give her what she wanted? Her hand shook as she made her way towards Karen and Josiah with a smile. The more distractions, the better.

-

Anthony gave her the loudest kiss on the cheek she had ever received and Evelyn giggled at the tickling sensation.

“Missed you, pretty girl,” he smiled as she hugged him and the cameras snapped endlessly.

“Anto, what the fuck is on your face?” she teased as she poked the facial hair.

“Swoon all you want.”

“Bel and I show up looking like ladies, Cal and Nate even shaved for this and you brought that.” Cal rested his arm around her shoulders and her hand reached up to twine their fingers together.

“You loved the mustache when Cal had it!”

“Not a great argument,” Bel cautioned.

“Okay let’s gather round and smile at the camera.” They all set their laughing aside to smile professionally, Evelyn not allowing Callum to move his hand, her arm around his waist where she stood on the end. Fully in his embrace exactly where she liked to be.

“Everyone make sure you come to the screening. Evelyn will be giving a speech!” Anthony announced to laughs from the crowd and a loving roll of Evelyn’s eyes.

“I’ll give one to spare you the pain, baby,” Callum offered.

“I’m claiming the Emmy speech, Anthony. And you won’t be mentioned if you keep up this behavior.” Anthony stuck his tongue out as she chased after him towards the theater. Everyone laughing at their sibling banter the entire way.

“Don’t let that one go.” Callum looked over at Gary.

“I’m trying my best,” he joked back. “Doesn’t get any better than her. Than this.”

He caught her gaze over her shoulder as she looked to make sure he was coming up behind her. Yeah. This. This was once in a lifetime.

[p1nkpeanuts]

Hello hello I'm your friendly neighbourhood ghost and I am a collector of spooky tales, folklore, Urban legends, cryptids and spooky experiences and I was wondering if you want to share your favourite one?

I hope you are having a wonderful day and I really love the blog vibes 💕

Okay but get ready cause it's a doozy!

So I used to live in a party house with a bunch of friends for like 3 years. It was a pretty normal house, except there was one "bedroom" that could literally only fit a twin bed and it had no windows, and we would hear noises from it every now and again. My one friends bedroom was right next to the room and he heard the most, sometimes scratching on the wall, sometimes voices.

It started escalating with more noises around the house, things like footsteps (sometimes running), lights turning on and off, and things going missing around the house. We were all skeptics, so we thought maybe someone was squatting in the attic, so the bravest of us (definitely not me) took a look up there, and no one to be found. We had no explanation.

One day while cleaning out the garage I found a huge old oil painting of a Buddhist temple (which was kind of odd because we live in a prairie province in canada) in front of a sunset. It was gorgeous and the owner we were renting from had no knowledge of it but said I was welcome to keep it, so I hung it up in my bedroom. That's when it all started to go sideways.

One night most of us were asleep except for the newest member of the house family. She was hanging out in the kitchen when all of a sudden she heard a constant knocking on the coffee table in the living room. She went to investigate, but as soon as she walked into the room it stopped, and all the cupboards in the kitchen slammed closed all at once (worth noting: none of them had been open before she got there) waking up the whole house. My friend ran to my bedroom in fear. We all stayed up together for a while waiting for something else to happen but that was it for the night.

A few weeks went by and my friends dad was staying with us for a week. While he was with us he slept in her room while she slept on the couch in the living room. I was checking the mail when I got home (I worked late) and woke her up by accident. While we talked we heard some sounds from right below us (right below us being the creepy tiny windowless room in the basement). I said "wouldn't it be crazy if I could get a response with a knock". So I knocked to the tune of "shave and a haircut" leaving out the last two knocks, and it knocked back, completing the tune. We both freaked out but at that point we had grown used to the antics of our otherworldly house tenants.

As time went on less and less people lived in the house till eventually I was the last tenant. I had plans to leave soon as I couldn't afford the rent and it was genuinely unsettling being there alone.

On one of my final nights there, I was alone playing some video games in my bedroom. I had all the lights on in the house ( for my own comfort), and I felt genuinely ok. Then I felt a sudden sense of dread, and all the lights in the hall switched off, leaving me in darkness with only the light of the TV. I heard the sound of heavy footsteps walking up the stairs, approaching the open door to my bedroom. They stopped right outside my bedroom, and I could feel a large menacing presence staring at me. I started to cry from fear and called my girlfriend at the time. I was a mess on the phone and she tried her best to calm my fears, but it just wouldn't leave. Then the next moment the lights all switched back on, and I felt the pressure in the room ease. It was gone. That was the last night I stayed in that house. I slept at friends' places till my lease was up and packed my things during the day. The only other night spent on the property, a friend and I camped out in the backyard.

I've only gone back once to get my mail, but the worst choice was keeping the painting. I put it in to storage for years. There is more to the story but I'll leave it there for now. Hope you enjoy my tale of terror!

[alex51324]

It's Almost Here! North American Solar Eclipse, 2024

As I mentioned in that other post, it will be visible as at least a partial eclipse to most of North America, with the path of totality cutting a diagonal from Sinaloa, Mexico to Newfoundland, Canada, including 15 US states from Texas to Maine.

Don't be fooled by how we just had one back in October, and another one a few years ago in 2017: total solar eclipses are rare! They only happen when the Sun, Moon, and Earth line up just perfectly--and only for a small portion of the Earth's surface each time.

It's a wild coincidence that North America/the US has gotten three in such a short span of time; the last one before the recent trio was in 1979, and the next one won't be until 2044. (We do have a big partial coming to us in 2033!) The Northeastern US won't see another until the 2070's.

(Note: If you are not in North America, you can use these maps to see when your continent will have its turn!)

This eclipse is also really special in that its path of totality sweeps across a lot of heavily-populated areas. About 31 million people live within the path of totality, and millions more are expected to visit.

So, it's a pretty big deal, and now's the time to get ready!

If you live in the path of totality:

Lucky you! Look up your location on these maps to get the exact time and duration of totality.

Be ready for extra traffic & crowds--especially if you live somewhere with stuff for tourists, or a place that people outside the immediate area will have heard of.

Totality times are in the afternoon, ranging from about 1:30 in Texas to 3:30 in Maine (local times), so if you'll be at school, or at work in a setting where you can't choose your own break times, now's a good time to talk to whomever you need to. It's not unreasonable to ask to step out into the parking lot for the three minutes that people will be coming from far and wide to see--but depending on your setting, it may take some arranging ahead of time. (If you're in school, hopefully your science teachers have already thought of this, but if not, ask them. And if your science teachers are jerks, try other teachers.

If you live near the path of totality:

Try to go! As the American author Annie Dillard says, "Seeing a partial eclipse bears the same relation to seeing a total eclipse as kissing a man does to marrying him, or as flying in an airplane does to falling out of an airplane."

(Link is to the Atlantic; if you hit a paywall, the 12-foot ladder works.)

Here's a map of approximate driving distances to the path of totality, in the US (from this page).

If you're close enough to think about going, here are some Google maps with eclipse overlays for more detailed planning. (I like the Xavier Jubier one.)

Once you're inside the path of totality, anywhere you can see the sun is a valid viewing location, but if you're making a day of it and you want to find a special spot, check local visitor's bureaus or tourism offices for the area you'll be in. They'll probably have a list of parks and other places. For instance, here's what Erie, Pennsylvania has.

Seriously, If you are able to drive/have a car, live within day-trip distance of the path of totality, and can be away from work/school without losing your job/being arrested for truancy, you should go. This is a once-in-a-lifetime type of thing, and there's still loads of time to plan a day-trip.

(Note: If you aren't in day-trip distance, but now you want to go, you don't have a lot of options: hotels and flights have been full for ages. However, if you're in two-days-driving distance, you might be able to find a Sunday-night base camp, from which you can get up on Monday morning and drive several more hours to the path of totality. For instance, in Pennsylvania, there are still reasonably-priced hotel rooms to be had in State College, which is--in normal traffic--three and a half hours from Erie. (You might even be able to get a little closer than that; I just checked State College because they have a lot of hotels for the Penn State football crowds.} So if you're coming from, say, Maryland or Virginia, that could work, and there may be similar creative options for other regions. Again, if this is something that's feasible for you to do, without bankrupting yourself, getting fired, or other long-term consequences, I would strongly consider doing it!

If you live in North America, but have no way to get to the totality:

A partial eclipse is still pretty cool! And again, it'll be a while before you have another chance to see one, so it's worth it to make the time.

All of the 48 contiguous US states will be able to see some amount of eclipse. So will Hawaii, Mexico, Central America, and most of Canada and the Caribbean islands, plus a little bit of South America. (Alaska and part of the Yukon are SOL, but you will have your turn in 2033!)

Use these maps to look up the time and extent of the eclipse in your location.

As of this writing, you can still get eclipse glasses here, among other places. If you run out of time to get them, check for eclipse-viewing events at local parks, libraries, etc.--they may also have some to give away ahead of time, but even if not, if you go to an event, there will almost certainly be some to share.

The plus of a partial eclipse is that you have a fairly relaxed viewing window--as much as a couple of hours, depending how far you are from the middle of the eclipse zone--rather than a standout moment that you want to make sure you're in position for.

That makes it pretty easy to get a chance to see it even if you're at work--everybody can take turns stepping outside for a look. You can share eclipse glasses, too.

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Reading SVSSS: Bonus- Chapter 27

For those who don't know, I am reading SVSSS for the first time and sharing my thoughts!

If you have not read it, there will be spoilers! Consider this a warning.

Also- if you want to follow along, I am aiming to post updates daily. You can find all the posts in the tag bloopitynoot reads SVSSS. You can also check out the intro post for context on my read.

Hello!!!

It's been a hot minute since my last chapter update; so busy on my end!

This weekend was jam packed with family. We went for dinner and then drag bingo Friday, had an all day horror movie marathon Saturday, and then some more hangouts today. It was a lovely weekend, but I am glad to be back with my nighttime tea and a chapter.

For extra chill vibes I did smoke a joint before my chamomile tea- so be forewarned this chapter was read while I was quite stoned. (Info: I live in Canada, weed is legal everywhere here).

That being said thank fuck this chapter was short or else it would have taken me so long to get through LOL

Let's gooooo

I am already unprepared for this dream realm sequence. Every time we go into a dream it ends up being awkward as hell for SQQ p259

Interesting- will this be Mu Qingfang centric? (it was not at all LOL) p259

Okay wait. Is this not LBH's dream realm? Why isn't he responding to SQQ? p260

aaaaaaaaand we're back on LBH's corpse boyfriend nonsense. I still cannot get over that this guy just kept a corpse 😭😭 I truly hated the way he handled SQQ's corpse, It gives me the ick. p263

oooo! memory within a dream?? p264

This is so upsetting. The way in which this child (16yo) preferred to get beaten every day by another peaks disciples than have his Shizun (rightfully so) confront the other peak lord to discipline his disciples is so sad. p266

And the fact that he would rather take care of his own wounds than seek help :((( p266

Oh gosh. the clothes removing and salve massaging truly did not help LBH and his feelings for his shizun at all LOL p267

OMG. this poor guy is struggling through this; Shen Qingqiu's right palm pressed seamlessly against the bare skin of Luo Binghe's back as it moved slowly. "Does this feel alright?" Luo Binghe didn't speak. He seemed to be biting his lip. Shen Qinqgiu has one hand on waist as he massaged, light and gentle" p269. I truly hope SQQ looked back on this moment and thought about it from SQQ's perspective.

This did NOT get better, oh no! not the butt slap while he was holding this guy to his chest. p270

RIP Luo BInghe's face and his boner. p272. Same bro, I would be so embarrassed that I ran away after that.

oh god. The disciples all just coming out for the show thinking that SQQ was beating LBH again. Meanwhile LBH is fighting for his LIFE to get to the cold pond. p273

Honestly their communication has improved so much! Good for them! I'm glad that LBH did eventually tell SQQ what he was going through that night. p276

oooof. my heart. the fact that LBH would make SQQ's favourites everyday when his corpse was in Huan Hua Palace. All of this just in case he woke up; so he would have a hot meal. p277

He was almost trapped in the dream?!?!? that's horrifying. p280

This was actually kind of a sweet chapter!

His memory of his student and his 16yo boner aside; it was really sweet. All things considered, even the corpse holding was kind of soft. We even got insight into these two communicating well in their present relationship AND enthusiastic consent for once!

Way to go Bingqiu!