#xx;; c: justin

[golbrocklovely]

since i have nothing else to post right now…

here’s the last of colby’s tweets from 2020.

i don’t have proof that these are his tweets, but believe me, they are his.

if it’s bold and italicized, it’s someone’s tweet to him.

if it’s in (), that’s just me commenting lol

added bonus: if they have a * next to them, that means it’s been deleted

~~~~~~~~~~

Oct. 1 - love doing things for myself

Oct. 4 - i’m in so much pain. sos

fan: u ok?

poison oak. everywhere …. everywhere.

Oct. 5 - i like the simple things

Oct. 7 - less is more

Oct. 10 - i wanna make you happy

how am i so busy during the day but still manage to find 2 hours to mindlessly scroll through tik tok? i can’t be the only one

Oct. 14 - i care too much

Oct. 15 - somehow it wasn’t enough

Oct. 18 - fan: I CANT BE THE ONLY ONE WHO ALWAYS WONDERED WHAT COLBY SMELLED LIKE..I WANA KNOW WHAT COLOGNE HE WEARS

mayonnaise

(i hate this man so much lmao)

Oct. 19 - Justin Bieber’s new song made me tear up, that dudes been through so much. no one could even imagine what that’s like.. achieving everything and being in the biggest spotlight at such a young age.

Oct. 20 - @/samgolbach: less than 6 months ago i broke my back. and i decided to take that as a challenge to get healthy again. and today i ran the fastest mile i’ve ever run. so yes, i might be an idiot but i’m a determined idiot 🤘🏼🏃🏼

🙌🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼 that’s an insane accomplishment ! i remember when it was a struggle to stand up out of bed

new day, same cycle

Oct. 21 - my mom is texting me all the young pictures of me and it’s bringing me memories i didn’t know i had

Oct. 25 - panic attacks late at night are the worst

Nov. 1 - @/colbybrockscar: reminder that it’s no nut November!!! @/ColbyBrock doesn’t even have to try. He’s got this shit in the bag. It probs comes out like baby powder if he tries

did my car just roast me ?

Nov. 4 - this is scary

cuties! all 3 of you! (reply to fan in merch with friend and cat)

Nov. 6 - @/GracynCarr: I can’t believe the audacity of a high school tweet to pop up on my timeline lmao.. miss u tho @/ColbyBrock :)

hope you're well xx

Nov. 8 - so much talent thank youu love (reply to fan's art)

fan: Um. So I tweeted this to you before but alot has also changed since then sooo wanted to say thank you 🖤 🖤 @/ColbyBrock

proud of you, and good luck with your dreams darlin 🖤 you can accomplish anything with the right mindset and hard work. i believe in ya

time flies, and i’m so scared of losing my youth. it’s inevitable i know, but damn makes you wanna cherish every moment you got

Nov. 11 - i hate when nothing is wrong but nothing feels right

Nov. 12 - the person who makes you forget about the rest of the world

Nov. 13 - today marks 6 years since we posted our first YT video on the MAIN S&C account .. 🖤 what a wild ride

Nov. 14 - promise you i’m a good waste of time

Nov. 15 - @/katstuartmusic: “sunday is my funday” - colby brock 2020

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fan: Colby u get drunk off of one white claw

fight me

other fan: my money is on mags

round house kicks to the face don’t feel too good

(is it bad that i like when colby gets weirdly violent with us sksksks)

Nov. 16 - the Why Dont We dudes are some of the nicest people in LA

*Nov. 17 - @/gabytriana: It’s out! Sam and Colby were so much fun to work with, and despite what Colby said, I did not hate him when we first met! 😆 Both he and Sam are super kind, smart, generous entertainers who know how to tell a good story! I love them both!! Happy Book Birthday, @/samandcolby

hahaha thank youu so much for all the hard work ! so excited it’s finally here

(interestingly enough, colby didn't delete his tweet… gaby did)

Nov. 19 - went to a Pyschic Reader tonight. my mind is blown. im not a skeptic anymore, video coming tomorrow

fan: Get ready for religious people to freak out

the psychic i talked to was religious, i’m not sure how but i think the two concepts can exist at the same time

Nov. 21 - hard to trust

fan: @/ColbyBrock hey, i love u lots

love you 🖤

Nov. 23 - fan: imagine if @/ColbyBrock responded to this

could you imagine

Nov. 24 - fan: lmao okay so my friend put this together when I FINALLY received Colby's reaper merch yesterday and I had to laugh, I am actually stupid. But I thought it was a lil funny so y'all can see it too then xx

hahahha love it. thank you. you’re not a sack of potatoes in my eyes

Nov. 27 - happy b day @/SamGolbach you know this and imma save the sappy shit for your big 25th bday but i wouldn’t be here without you. you’re the most intelligent, deep thinking dude i’ve ever met and i feel pretty damn lucky to be able to call you a business partner AND best friend

Nov. 28 - take it easy

Nov. 30 - should i hop back on tik tok?

Dec. 2 - @/aaron_doh: At least I got a photo shoot out of it 😄

whaaat. dude i wish you a speedy recovery

Dec. 3 - it’s hard to move on

Dec. 5 - a nice escape is all i need

welp. i guess i’m a lightweight

Dec. 9 - miss you

Dec. 14 - all the baggage that comes with me

Dec. 15 - been workin hard for you , announcement tomorrow

fan: omg are you pregaganant

how'd you know

@/samandcolby: announcement tomorrow… 2021 will be the best year of our lives (and probably most difficult)

fan: are we getting married?? is that why?

yes

i hate how having anxiety makes me nauseous. it’s the worst feeling

Dec. 16 - it’s all about living in the moment and making every. second. count.

fan: yeah @/ColbyBrock how much are you charging for tattoos…

free for you

Dec. 18 - big tool pic but i’ve been workin hard

@/mannymua733: we absolutely do not mind

hahahaha

(god damn… this pic is still so good lol)

also cold weather always makes me want a special someone to spend time with. cuddle buddy is neeeeeded

fan: okay but can we just take a second to appreciate how hard colby’s been working in the gym because dayum

thank you sweeeetheart

fan: HELP COLBY IS TRENDING

yoo i love you guys 🥺

Dec. 20 - got tatted last night and i barely remember

how i feel this morning (pic of him floating)

fan: you’ve seen elf on the shelf… but have you seen cole in a hole? (@/ColbyBrock)

i’m mad i laughed at this

Dec. 23 - why’d ya have to change on me

so bittersweet saying goodbye to my childhood home of 18 years… i’ll only be back to kansas to visit and sleep in hotels from now on. strange feeling, but so happy for my mom and dad for taking a chance and moving

it’s like i don’t have a real “home” anymore. since i move so much anyways it’s hard to find a spot to actually call home

fan: i just want to say that colby has helped me through so much this year. i had a tough year as many others did but you’ve seriously have helped me through so much. i love you so so much @/ColbyBrock

awh that’s why i make videos in the first place. for people like you

Dec. 24 - addicted to you

my mom and i are the weirdest duo on the planet when we’re together i swear

fan: Make a video with her for Christmas

my whole family despises being on camera 💔

Dec. 25 - fan: momma brock is the sweetest ever

she’s my favorite woman in the world

Merry Christmas friends ! 🖤

i wish i could have face tats for like one week but it doesn’t really work like that huh

Dec. 26 - everyone’s battling their own demons

Dec. 28 - fan: Colby drinking wine but he's such a lightweight that he's probably drunk, lmao @/ColbyBrock

🤫🤫🤫

fan: the vibes are fucking ethereal i’m guessing @/ColbyBrock

you got it

[mirandamckenni1]

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[mywifeleftme]

242: Lonnie Holley // Oh Me Oh My

Oh Me Oh My Lonnie Holley 2023, Jagjaguwar (Bandcamp)

I’ll open with the caveat that I’m only passingly familiar with Lonnie Holley’s biography and past sculptural and musical work (though friend of the blog Jack C. says Holley’s debut LP Just Before Music has moved him to tears), so I’m missing some context that might help make what is obviously a deeply-felt project stick with me more than it has to date. But I can’t escape the sensation that Oh Me Oh My will not age well.

The septuagenarian Holley alternates between an untrained but powerful gospel wail and talk-singing, which gives the music an outsider-tinged extemporaneous quality. His lyrics deal with heavy subject matter, from his destitute and abusive upbringing in Jim Crow-era Alabama to the loss of friends and family with age. Despite this, he evinces an intense commitment to living, and at its best Oh Me Oh My glimmers with the same strange joy I find in the work of a Howard Finster or an Alfred Wallis. Producer and principal instrumentalist Jackknife Lee has made his bones making the least interesting records by legacy bands (R.E.M., U2) and bands that sound like the least interesting records by those legacy bands (Snow Patrol, Editors). In what is clearly a passion project, here he turns in some perfectly cromulent beats in that chamber jazz/trip hop vein that has become the go-to mode for musical elder statesmen who want to try something a bit daring.

So, what’s the issue? I think where Oh Me Oh My loses me is that these productions ultimately feel a little bit too “tasteful” for the type of guttural sorrow and rawboned uplift Holley traffics in. Whatever your opinions of gospel, soul, or folk music, they have built-in melodic conventions and decades of emotional resonance that could provide Holley’s vocals with more than these dense but somehow anodyne exercises do. I can’t help but think Jamie xx’s album-length Gil Scott-Heron remix We’re New Here was a conceptual touchstone, but xx had the wit to see how the verve and swagger of Scott-Heron’s poetry could swing with his own colourful but introverted club music. Few of the big-name guests add much either: Moor Mother’s rote spoken word poetry on “Earth Will Be There” gave me acid flashbacks of sitting through collegiate slams (where grandma’s hands come in bouquets), and Justin Vernon’s voice might as well be Chris Martin’s to me at this point.

I’m not upset to have given Holley (or his very chill label Jagjaguwar) money by buying a copy of the record, but it remains to be seen if this one grows on me at all. I think once the initial enthusiasm for this one has dissipated, it will be seen as a respectable but dated entry in his woolly artistic oeuvre.

242/365

[annislittleshopofhorrors]

C&A find it very funny that people would think it's PR. They will make sure y'all get new pictures. Believe me. More is coming. It's serious btw them. Chris is spending Xmas with her family and he's thinking about taking a big break form acting to be with her. They live together in MA. Alba doesnt want to be an actress. I'll be back with more info soon :) xx T. from Lisboa //// Justin ?? Is that you ?? 🤯

He is busy with McDonald's 🍟. 🤣

[paganimagevault]

Etruscan terracotta head of a young male 4th-3rd C. BCE. 8-1/4 inches High. Ex. old collection of Dr. Angelo R. Bergamo, N.J.

"This wide territory was divided into three grand districts — that in the centre, which may be termed Etruria Proper; that to the north, or Etruria Circumpadana; and that to the south, or Etruria Campaniana. And each of these regions was divided into Twelve States, each represented by a city...

In Etruria Circumpadana there were Twelve cities. Liv. V.33; Serv. ad Virg. Aen. X.202. Plutarch (Camillus) however, asserts that there were eighteen cities of commercial and manufacturing importance in this region of Etruria. The capital appears to have been Mantua (Virg. Aen. X.203; Serv. ad Aen. X.202), though Pliny asserts that Felsina, now Bologna, was intitled to that honour. Plin. III.20; cf. Liv. XXXVII.57. A third city was Melpum, of which we know no more than that it stood north of the Po, was renowned for its wealth, and was destroyed by the Gauls on the same day that Camillus captured Veii. Corn. Nepos, ap. Plin. III.21. Atria, or Adria, was a noble city and port of the Etruscans which gave its name to the Adriatic sea. Plin. III.20; Liv. V.33; Strabo, V.p214; Varro, Ling. Lat. V.161; Fest. v. Atrium. The notices of Justin (XX.1), and Stephanus (sub voce) are referred by Müller to the Hadria of Picenum. Etrusk. einl. 3, 4; cf. Cramer, Anc. Italy, I. p116. And Spina, at the mouth of the Po, though called a Greek city, was certainly a Pelasgic settlement, as Dionysius (I. p15, ed. Sylb.) affirms, and probably also Etruscan. See Niebuhr, I. p36; Müller, Etrusk. einl. 3, 4. Müller thinks, from Strabo's notice of it (V. p214), that Ravenna is to be regarded as an Etruscan site; and Cupra in Picenum was probably so, for its temple was built by the Etruscans and named after their Goddess, Cupra, or Juno. Strabo, V.p241. Yet Niebuhr (I. p48) refers this statement to the Tyrrhene-Pelasgi, not to the Etruscans. We know the names of no other Etruscan cities beyond the Apennines. There were Twelve chief cities also in Etruria Campaniana. Liv. V.33; Strabo, V.p242. The metropolis was Capua, built by the Etruscans 800 years before Christ, and called by them Vulturnum. Strabo, loc. cit.; V. Paterc. I.7; Liv. IV.37; Mela, II.4; Serv. ad Aen. X.145. Nola also was of Etruscan foundation. Vell. Pater. loc. cit. Dicaearchia, or Puteoli (Pausan. IV.35, VIII.7; Steph. Byz. v. Ποτίολοι), Pompeii, Herculaneum (Strabo, V.p247), and Nuceria (Philistos, cited by Müller, einl. 4, 2) were all once possessed by the Etruscans; and Marcina in the Gulf of Paestum was built by them. Strabo, V. p251. Surrentum, also, from the temple of the Etruscan Minerva on its promontory, must have belonged to that people (Stat. Sylv. II.2, 2; Steph. Byz. sub voce); and Müller (Etrusk. einl. 4, 2) would also incl Salernum. Niebuhr (I p73 et seq.), however, considers most of what is said of the Etruscan possessions south of the Tiber to refer to the Tyrrhene-Pelasgi, not to the Etruscans, properly so called."

-George Dennis, The Cities and Cemeteries of Etruria: Introduction note 11

https://paganimagevault.blogspot.com/2020/04/etruscan-terracotta-head-of-young-male.html

[stolligaseptember]

Summer vibin’ 2.0 - Spotify’s official summer memories playlist can go screw itself, these are the real summer memories;

i. moving in the dark - neon trees // ii. feather rain - erik hassle // iii. sweet nothing - calvin harris feat. florence welch // iv. chocolate - the 1975 // v. finding something to do - hellogoodbye // vi. ceilings - local natives // vii. music to make boys cry - diana vickers // viii. girls like girls - hayley kiyoko // ix. come under the covers - walk the moon // x. leave a trace - chvrches // xi. ava - famy // xii. graveyard whistling - nothing but thieves // xiii. disconnected - 5 seconds of summer // xiv. pierre - ryn weaver // xv. villainy - local natives // xvi. are we ready? (wreck) - two door cinema club // xvii. good grief - bastille // xviii. freak - olivver the kid // xix. not around - montgomery // xx. wolf - beach weather // xxi. king - years & years // xxii. faint of heart - the strike // xxiii. fun - sir sly // xxiv. rearview - bad suns // xxv. youth - wolf colony // xxvi. feel good - neon trees // xxvii. ride - thomston feat. sachi // xxviii. anyone else - pvris // xxix. high hopes - panic! at the disco // xxx. simplify - young the giant // xxxi. all for you - years & years // xxxii. the end of love - florence + the machine // xxxiii. painkillers - the strike // xxxiv. rocketfuel - thomston // xxxv. the distance - aly & aj // xxxvi. missing u - robyn // xxxvii. drifting - aftrhr // xxxviii. those nights - bastille // xxxix. you + i - young the giant // xl. 29 - loïc nottet // xli. would that i - hozier // xlii. sirens - shor // xliii. rich, white, straight men - kesha // xliv. heart upon my sleeve - avicii feat. imagine dragons // xlv. blip of joy - the drums // xlvi. lightweight - thomston // xlvii. the bell - normandie // xlviii. the only living thing - adam french // xlix. limelight - agnes // l. make me cry - fin // li. shy - local natives // lii. my heart’s grave - faouzia // liii. love drought - beyoncé // liv. shine - brother leo // lv. one - slaters feat. saro // lvi. lucky - jason mraz feat. colbie caillat // lvii. radioactive - kings of leon // lviii. billionaire - travie mccoy feat. bruno mars // lix. curly sue - takida // lx. bump in the road - erik hassle // lxi. my love - justin timberlake feat. t.i. // lxii. rock that body - black eyed peas // lxiii. party rock anthem - lmfao feat. lauren bennett & goonrock // lxiv. closer to the edge - 30 seconds to mars // lxv. under mountain, under ground - the lighthouse and the whaler // lxvi. hang with me - robyn // lxvii. burning - alcazar // lxviii. wonderful world - james morrison // lxix. don’t hate on me - vincent // lxx. rewind - måns zelmerlöw // lxxi. resuscitate me - september // lxxii. catch me if you can - danny saucedo // lxxiii. your love is my drug - kesha // lxxiv. release me - agnes // lxxv. if i had you - adam lambert // lxxvi. natalie - ola // lxxvii. flattery - aly & aj // lxxviii.  scheiße - lady gaga // lxxix. hips don’t lie - shakira feat. wyclef jean // lxxx. get outta my way - kylie minogue // lxxxi. real love song - nothing but thieves // lxxxii. possibility - autoheart // lxxxiii. hoodie up - missio // lxxxiv. california sun - the lighthouse and the whaler // lxxxv. sad child - sandro cavazza feat. brother leo // lxxxvi. lifetime - swedish house mafia feat. ty dolla $ign & 070 shake // lxxxvii. heat sweat - all the rest // lxxxviii. #gimmeakiss - missio // lxxxix. remind me - bastille // xc. wake up - young the giant // xci. wonderful life - two door cinema club // xcii. sunshine - brother leo // xciii. evergreen - skott // xciv. break my soul - beyoncé // xcv. high-speed kissing - lake malawi feat. we are domi // xcvi. blender - 5 seconds of summer // xcvii. why oh why - adam french // xcviii. maybe you saved me - bad suns feat. pvris // xcix. unloveable - beach weather // c. okay with me - crimson apple // ci. see you later x - martin luke brown // cii. west coast (i’m in love) - smallpools & jillian rossi // ciii. easy - missio // civ. see me naked - bentley robles & zee machine // cv. obvious - the drums // cvi. andetag - måns zelmerlöw & the agreement // cvii. give up the ghost - lpx // cviii. tomorrow is closed - nothing but thieves // cix. paper lanterns - local natives // cx. 1996 - tss // cxi. ghost in the lighthouse - olivver the kid // cxii. ray of solar - swedish house mafia // cxiii. boys! - bronze avery // cxiv. crush - leadley // cxv. alt indie boys - ghostryder

[ofbloodandfaith]

Day 7 of 30 Days of Apollon

Names and epithets

He has so many, though my favourite has to be ‘Lykios’ meaning ‘of the wolves’ or ‘Horios’ meaning ‘Boundaries, Of Borders’

More of his epithets are below

ABAEUS (Abaios), a surname of Apollo derived from the town of Abae in Phocis, where the god had a rich temple. (Hesych. s. v. Abai; Herod. viii. 33; Paus. x. 35. § 1, &c.)

ACERSE′COMES (Akersekomês), a surname of Apollo expressive of his beautiful hair which was never cut or shorn. (Hom. Il. xx. 39; Pind. Pyth. iii. 26.)

ACE′SIUS (Akesios), a surname of Apollo, under which he was worshipped in Elis, where he had a splendid temple in the agora. This surname, which has the same meaning as akestôr and alexikakos, characterised the god as the averter of evil. (Paus. vi. 24. § 5.)

ACESTOR (Akestôr). A surname of Apollo which characterises him as the god of the healing art, or in general as the averter of evil, like akesios. (Eurip. Androm. 901.)

ACTIACUS, a surname of Apollo, derived from Actium, one of the principal places of his worship. (Ov. Met. xiii. 715; Strab. x. p. 451; compare Burmann, ad Propert. p. 434.)

AEGLE′TES (Aiglêtês), that is, the radiant god, a surname of Apollo. (Apollon. Rhod. iv. 1730; Apollod. i. 9. § 26; Hesych. s. v.)

AGE′TOR (Agêtôr), a surname given to several gods, for instance, to Zeus at Lacedaemon (Stob. Serm. 42): the name seems to describe Zeus as the leader and ruler of men; but others think, that it is synonymous with Agamemnon :-- to Apollo (Eurip. Med. 426) where however Elmsley and others prefer halêtôr :-- to Hermes, who conducts the souls of men to the lower world. Under this name Hermes had a statue at Megalopolis. (Paus. viii. 3. § 4.)

AGO′NIUS (Agônios), a surname or epithet of several gods. Aeschylus (Agam. 513) and Sophocles (Trach. 26) use it of Apollo and Zeus, and apparently in the sense of helpers in struggles and contests. (Comp. Eustath. ad Il. p. 1335.) But Agonius is more especially used as a surname of Hermes, who presides over all kinds of solemn contests. (Agônes, Paus. v. 14. § 7; Pind. Olymp. vi. 133, with the Schol.)

AGRAEUS (Agraios), the hunter, a surname of Apollo. After he had killed the lion of Cithaeron, a temple was erected to him by Alcathous at Megara under the name of Apollo Agraeus. (Paus. i. 41. § 4; Eustath. ad Il. p. 361.)

AGYIEUS (Aguieus), a surname of Apollo describing him as the protector of the streets and public places. As such he was worshipped at Acharnae (Paus. i. 31. § 3), Mycenae (ii. 19. § 7), and at Tegea. (viii. 53. § 1.) The origin of the worship of Apollo Agyieus in the last of these places is related by Pausanias. (Compare Hor. Carm. iv. 6. 28; Macrob. Sat. i. 9.)

ALEXI′CACUS (Alexikakos), the averter of evil, is a surname given by the Greeks to several deities, as -- Zeus (Orph. De Lapid. Prooem. i.), -- to Apollo, who was worshipped under this name by the Athenians, because he was believed to have stopped the plague which raged at Athens in the time of the Peloponnesian war (Paus. i. 3. § 3, viii. 41. § 5), -- and to Heracles. (Lactant. v. 3.)

AMAZO′NIUS (Amazonios), a surname of Apollo, under which he was worshipped, and had a temple at Pyrrhichus in Laconia. The name was derived either from the belief that the Amazons had penetrated into Peloponnesus as far as Pyrrhichus, or that they had founded the temple there. (Paus. iii. 25. § 2.)

AMYCLAEUS (Amuklaios), a surname of Apollo, derived from the town of Amyclae in Laconia, where he had a celebrated sanctuary. His colossal statue there is estimated by Pausanias (iii. 19. § 2) at thirty cubits in height. It appears to have been very ancient, for with the exception of the head, hands, and feet, the whole resembled more a brazen pillar than a statue. This figure of the god wore a helmet, and in his hands he held a spear and a bow. The women of Amyclae made every year a new chitôn for the god, and the place where they made it was also called the Chiton. (Paus. iii. 16. § 2.) The sanctuary of Apollo contained the throne of Amyclae, a work of Bathycles of Magnesia, which Pausanias saw. (iii. 18. § 6, &c.; comp. Welcker, Zeitschrift für Gesch. der alt. Kunst. i. 2, p. 280, &c.)

ARCHE′GETES (Archêgetês). A surname of Apollo, under which he was worshipped in several places, as at Naxos in Sicily (Thuc. vi. 3; Pind. Pyth. v.80), and at Megara. (Paus. i. 42. § 5.) The name has reference either to Apollo as the leader and protector of colonies, or as the founder of towns in general, in which case the import of the name is niearly the same as theos patroôs.

BOEDRO′MIUS (Boêdromios), the helper in distress, a surname of Apollo at Athens, the origin of which is explained in different ways. According to some, the god was thus called because he had assisted the Athenians in the war with the Amazons, who were defeated on the seventh of Boëdromion, the day on which the Boëdromia were afterwards celebrated. (Plut. Thes. 27.) According to others, the name arose from the circumstance, that in the war of Erechtheus and Ion against Eumolpus, Apollo had advised the Athenians to rush upon the enemy with a war-shout (Boê), if they would conquer. (Harpocrat., Suid., Etym. M. s.v. Boêdromios; Callim. Hymn.in Apoll. 69.)

CARNEIUS (Karneios), a surname of Apollo under which he was worshipped in various parts of Greece, especially in Peloponnesus, as at Sparta and Sicyon, and also in Thera, Cyrene, and Magna Graecia. (Paus. iii. 13. § 2, &c., ii. 10. § 2, 11. § 2; Pind. Pyth. v. 106; Plut. Sympos. viii. 1; Paus. iii. 24. § 5, iv. 31. § 1, 33. § 5.) The origin of the name is explained in different ways. Some derived it from Carnus, an Acarnanian soothsayer, whose murder by Hippotes provoked Apollo to send a plague into the army of Ilippotes while he was on his march to Peloponnesus. Apollo was afterwards propitiated by the introduction of the worship of Apollo Carneius. (Paus. iii. 13. § 3; Schol. ad Theocrit. v. 83.) Others believed that Apollo was thus called from his favourite Carnus or Carneius, a son of Zeus and Europa, whom Leto and Apollo had brought up. (Paus. l. c. ; Hesych. s. v. Karneios.) Several other attempts to explain the name are given in Pausanias and the Scholiast on Theocritus. It is evident, however, that the worship of the Carneian Apollo was very ancient, and was probably established in Peloponnesus even before the Dorian conquest. Respecting the festival of the Carneia see Dict. of Ant. s. v. Karneia.

CATAE′BATES ( Kataibatês), occurs as a surname of several gods . . . Of Apollo, who was invoked by this name to grant a happy return home (katabasis) to those who were travelling abroad. (Eurip. Bacch. 1358; Schol. ad Eurip. Phoen. 1416.)

CHRYSAOR (Chrusaôr). The god with the golden sword or arms. In this sense it is used as a surname or attribute of several divinities, such as Apollo (Hom. II. xv. 256), Artemis (Herod. viii. 77), and Demeter. (Hom. Hymn. in Cer. 4.)

CLA′RIUS (Klarios), a surname of Apollo, derived from his celebrated temple at Claros in Asia Minor, which had been founded by Manto, the daughter of Teiresias, who, after the conquest of her native city of Thebes, was made over to the Delphic god, and was then sent into the country, where subsequently Colophon was built by the Ionians. (Paus. vii. 3. § 1, ix. 33. § 1; Tacit. Ann. ii. 54; Strab. xiv. p. 642; Virg. Aen. iii. 360; comp. Muller, Dor. ii. 2. § 7.) Clarius also occurs as a surname of Zeus, describing him as the god who distributes things by lot (klaros or klêros, Aeschyl. Suppl. 360). A hill near Tegea was sacred to Zeus under this name. (Paus. viii. 53. § 4.)

CO′RYDUS (Korudos), a surname of Apollo, under which the god had a temple eighty stadia from Corone, on the sea-coast. (Paus. iv. 34. § 4, &c.)

CY′NTHIUS and CY′NTHIA (Kunthia and Kunthios, surnames respectively of Artemis and Apollo, which they derived from mount Cynthus in the island of Delos, their birthplace. (Callim. Hymn. in Del. 10; Hor. Carm. i. 21. 2, iii. 28. 12; Lucan, i. 218.)

DAPHNAEUS and DAPHNAEA (Daphnaia and Daphnaios), surnames of Artemis and Apollo respectively, derived from daphnê, a laurel, which was sacred to Apollo. In the case of Artemis it is uncertain why she bore that surname, and it was perhaps merely an allusion to her statue being made of laurel-wood (Paus. iii. 24. § 6; Strab. xvi. p. 750; Philostr. Vit. Apollon. i. 16; Eutrop. vi. 11; Justin. xv. 4.)

DECATE′PHORUS (Dekatêphoros), that is, the god to whom the tenth part of the booty is dedicated, was a surname of Apollo at Megara. Pausanias (i. 42. § 5) remarks, that the statues of Apollo Pythius and Decatephorus at Megara resembled Egyptian sculptures.

DE′LIUS and DE′LIA (Dêlios and Dêlia or Dêlias), surnames of Apollo and Artemis respectively, which are derived from the island of Delos the birthplace of those two divinities. (Virg. Aen. vi. 12, Eclog. vii. 29; Val. Flacc. i. 446; Orph. Hymn. 33. 8.) They are likewise applied, especially in the plural, to other divinities that were worshipped in Delos, viz. Demeter, Aphrodite, and the nymphs. (Aristoph. Thesm. 333; Callim. Hymn. in Dian. 169, Hymn. in Del. 323; Hom. Hymn. in Apoll. Del. 157.)

[DELPHINIUS and] DELPHI′NIA (Delphinia), a surname of Artemis at Athens. (Pollux, x. 119.) The masculine form Delphinius is used as a surname of Apollo, and is derived either from his slaying the dragon Delphine or Delphyne (usually called Python) who guarded the oracle at Pytho, or front his having shewn the Cretan colonists the way to Delphi, while riding on a dolphin or metamorphosing himself into a dolphin. (Tzetz. ad Lycoph. 208.) Under this name Apollo had temples at Athens, Cnossus in Crete, Didyma, and Massilia. (Paus. i. 19. § 1; Plut. Tiles. 14; Strab. iv. p. 179; Müller, Aeginet. p. 154.)

EPACTAEUS or EPA′CTIUS (Epaktaios or Epaktios), that is, the god worshipped on the coast, was used as a surname of Poseidon in Samos (Hesych. s. v.), and of Apollo. (Orph. Argon. 1296; Apollon. Rhod. i. 404.)

EPIBATE′RIUS (Epibatêrios), the god who conducts men on board a ship, a surname of Apollo, under which Diomedes on his return from Troy built him a temple at Troezene. (Paus. ii. 32. § 1.) In the same sense Apollo bore the surname of Embasios. (Apollon. Rhod. i. 404.)

EPICU′RIUS (Epikourios), the helper, a surname of Apollo, under which lie was worshipped at Bassae in Arcadia. Every year a wild boar was sacrificed to him in his temple on mount Lycaeus. He had received this surname because he had at one time delivered the country from a pestilence. (Paus. viii. 383. § 6, 41. § 5.)

EUTRESITES (Eutrêsitês), a surname of Apollo, derived from Eutresis, a place between Plataeae and Thespiae, where he had an ancient oracle. (Steph. Byz. s. v. Eutrêsis; Eustath. ad Hom. p. 268.)

GALA′XIUS (Galaxios), a surname of Apollo in Boeotia, derived from the stream Galaxius. (Procl. ap. Phot. p. 989; Müller, Orchom. p. 42, 2d edit.)

HEBDOMA′GETES (Hebdomagetês), a surname of Apollo, which was derived, according to some, from the fact of sacrifices being offered to him on the seventh of every month, the seventh of some month being looked upon as the god's birthday. Others connect the name with the fact that at the festivals of Apollo, the procession was led by seven boys and seven maidens. (Aeschyl. Sept. 804; Herod. vi. 57; Lobeck, Aglaoph. p. 434.)

HECAERGUS (Hekaergos), a surname of Apollo, of the same meaning as Hecaerge in the case of Artemis. (Hom. Il. i. 147.) Here too tradition has metamorphosed the attribute of the god into a distinct being, for Servius (ad Aen. xi. 532, 858) speaks of one Hacaergus as a teacher and priest of Apollo and Artemis.

HY′LATUS (Hulatos), a surname of Apollo derived from the town of Hyle in Crete, which was sacred to him. (Lycophr. 448, with Tzetzes' note; Steph. Byz. s. v. Hylê; Eustath. ad Hom. p. 596.)

INTONSUS, i.e. unshorn, a surname of Apollo and Bacchus, alluding to the eternal youth of these gods, as the Greek youths allowed their hair to grow until they attained the age of manhood, though in the case of Apollo it may also allude to his being the god of the sun, whence the long floating hair would indicate the rays of the sun. (Hom. Il. xx. 39, Hymn. in Apoll. 134; Horat. Epod. xv. 9; Tibull. i. 4. 34; Ov. Met. iii. 421, Amor. i. 14. 31; Martial, iv. 45.)

ISME′NIUS (Ismenios). A surname of Apollo at Thebes, who had a temple on the river Ismenus. (Paus. ii. 10. § 4, iv. 27. § 4, ix. 10. §§ 2, 5.) The sanctuary of the god, at which the Daphnephoria was celebrated, bore the name of Ismenium, and was situated outside the city.

ISO′DETES (Isodetês), from deô, the god who binds all equally, is used as a surname of Pluto, to express his impartiality (Hesych. s. v.), and of Apollo. (Bekker, Anecdot. p. 267.)

I′XIUS (Ixios), a surname of Apollo, derived from a district of the island of Rhodes which was called Ixiae or Ixia. (Steph. Byz. s. v. Ixiai ; comp. Strab. xiv. p. 655.)

LAPHRAEUS (Laphraios), a surname of Apollo at Calydon. (Strab. x. p. 459, where, however, some read Lathrios.)

LEUCA′DIUS (Leukasios), a son of Icarius and Polycaste, and a brother of Penelope and Alyzeus. Leucas was believed to have derived its name from him. (Strab. x. pp. 452, 461.) Leucadius or Leucates also occurs as a surname of Apollo, which he derived from a temple in Leucas. (Strab. l. c.; Ov. Trist. iii. 1. 42; Propert. iii. 11. 69; comp. Thuc. iii. 94; Serv. ad Aen. iii. 274.)

LIBYSTI′NUS, that is, the Libyan, a surname under which Apollo was worshipped by the Sicilians, because he was believed to have destroyed by a pestilence a Libyan fleet which sailed against Sicily. (Macrob. Sat. i. 17.)

LOE′MIUS (Loimios), the deliverer from plague (Loimos), was a surname of Apollo at Lindus in Rhodes. (Macrob. Sat. i. 17.)

LO′XIAS (Loxias), a surname of Apollo, which is derived by some from his intricate and ambiguous oracles (loxa), but it is unquestionably connected with the verb Legein, and describes the god as the prophet or interpreter of Zeus. (Herod. i. 91, viii. 136; Aeschyl. Eum. 19; Aristoph. Plut. 8; Eustath. ad Hom. p. 794; Macrob. Sat. i. 17.)

LYCE′GENES (Lukêgenês), a surname of Apollo, describing him either as the god born in Lycia, or as the god born of light. (Hom. Il. iv. 101, 119 ;comp. LYCEIUS.)

LYCEIUS (Lukeios), a surname of Apollo, the meaning of which is not quite certain, for some derive it from lukos, a wolf, so that it would mean "the wolf-slayer;" others from lukê, light, according to which it would mean "the giver of light;" and others again from the country of Lycia. There are indeed passages in the ancient writers by which each of these three derivations may be satisfactorily proved. As for the derivation from Lycia, we know that he was worshipped at mount Cragus and Ida in Lycia; but he was also worshipped at Lycoreia on mount Parnassus, at Sicyon (Paus. ii. 9. § 7), Argos (ii. 19. § 3), and Athens (i. 19. § 4). In nearly all cases, moreover, where the god appears with this name, we find traditions concerning wolves. Thus the descendants of Deucalion, who founded Lycoreia, followed a wolf's roar; Latona came to Delos as a she-wolf, and she was conducted by wolves to the river Xanthus; wolves protected the treasures of Apollo; and near the great altar at Delphi there stood an iron wolf with inscriptions. (Paus. x. 14. § 4.) The attack of a wolf upon a herd of cattle occasioned the worship of Apollo Lyceius at Argos (Plut. Pyrrh. 32; comp. Schol. ad Apollon. Rhod. ii. 124); and the Sicyonians are said to have been taught by Apollo in what manner they should get rid of wolves. (Paus. ii. 19. § 3.) In addition to all this, Apollo is called lukoktonos. (Soph. Elect. 7; Paus. ii. 9. § 7; Hesych. s. v.) Apollo, by the name of Lyceius, is therefore generally characterised as the destroyer. (Müller, Dor. ii. 6. § 8.)

LY′CIUS (Lukios), i. e. the Lycian, a surname of Apollo, who was worshipped in several places of Lycia, and had a sanctuary and oracle at Patara in Lycia. (Pind. Pyth. i. 39; Propert. iii. 1. 38; Virg. Aen. iv. 143, 346, 377.) It must, however, be observed, that Lycius is often used in the sense of Lyceius, and in allusion to his being the slayer of wolves. (Comp. Serv. ad Aen. iv. 377, who gives several other explanations of the name; Paus. ii. 9. § 7, 19. § 3; Philostr. Her. x. 4; Eustath. ad Hom. p. 354.)

LYCO′REUS (Lukôreus). A surname of Apollo, perhaps in the same sense as Lyceius; but he is usually so called with reference to Lycoreia, on Mount Parnassus. (Apollon. Rhod. iv. 1490; Callim. Hymn. in Apoll. 19; Orph. Hymn. 33. 1.)

MALEATES (Maleatês), a surname of Apollo, derived from cape Malea, in the south of Laconia. He had sanctuaries under this name at Sparta and on mount Cynortium. (Paus. iii. 12. § 7, ii. 27, in fin.)

MARMARINUS (Marmarinos), i.e. the god of marble, a surname of Apollo, who had a sanctuary in the marble quarries at Carystus. (Strab. x. p. 446; Eustath. ad Hom. p. 281.)

[MALLOEIS and] MELUS (Mêlos). A son of Manto, from whom the sanctuary of Apollo Malloeis in Lesbos was believed to have derived its name. (Steph. Byz. s. v. Malloeis.)

MOIRA′GETES (Moiragetês), the guide or leader of fate, occurs as a surname of Zeus and Apollo at Delphi. (Paus. x. 24. § 4.)

MUSA′GETES. [MUSAE.]

NO′MIUS (Noumios), a surname of divinities protecting the pastures and shepherds, such as Apollo, Pan. Hermes, and Aristaeus. (Aristoph. Thesmoph. 983; Anthol. Palat. ix. 217; Callim. Hymn. in Apoll. 47.)

ONCAEUS (Onkaios), a surname of Apollo, derived from Oncesium on the river Ladon in Arcadia, where he had a temple. (Paus. viii. 25. § 5, &c.)

PAEAN (Paian, Paiêôn or Paiôn), that is, "the healing," is according to Homer the designation of the physician of the Olympian gods, who heals, for example, the wounded Ares and Hades. (Il. v. 401, 899.) After the time of Homer and Hesiod, the word Paian becomes a surname of Asclepius, the god who had the power of healing. (Eustath. ad Hom. p. 1494; Virg. Aen. vii. 769.) The name was, however, used also in the more general sense of deliverer from any evil or calamity (Pind. Pyth. iv. 480), and was thus applied to Apollo and Thanatos, or Death, who are conceived as delivering men from the pains and sorrows of life. (Soph. Oed. Tyr. 154 ; Paus. i. 34. § 2 ; Eurip. Hippol. 1373.) With regard to Apollo and Thanatos however, the name may at the same time contain an allusion to paiein, to strike, since both are also regarded as destroyers. (Eustath. ad Hom. p. 137.) From Apollo himself the name Paean was transferred to the song dedicated to him, that is, to hymns chanted to Apollo for the purpose of averting an evil, and to warlike songs, which were sung before or during a battle.

PAGASAEUS (Pagasaios), i. e. the Pagasaean, from Pegasus, or Pegasae, a town in Thessaly, is a surname of Apollo, who there had a sanctuary said to have been built by Trophonius (Hes. Scut. Herc. 70, with the Schol.), and of lason, because the ship Argo was said to have been built at Pagasus. (Ov. Het. vii. 1, Her. xvi. 345.)

PALATI′NUS, a surname of Apollo at Rome, where Augustus, in commemoration of the battle of Actium, dedicated a temple to the god on the Palatine hill, in which subsequently a library was established. (Dion Cass. liii. 1; Horat. Carm. i. 31, Epist. i. 3. 17; Propert. iv. 6. 11; Ov. Ars Am. iii. 389.)

PARNO′PIUS (Paruopios), i.e. the expeller of locusts (paruôps), a surname of Apollo, under which he had a statue on the acropolis at Athens. (Paus. i. 24. § 8.)

PARRHA′SIUS (Parrastos). A surname of Apollo, who had a sanctuary on Mount Lyceius, where an annual festival was celebrated to him as the epicurius, that is, the helper. (Paus. viii. 38. §§ 2, 6.)

PATAREUS (Patareus), a surname of Apollo, derived from the Lycian town of Patara, where he had an oracle, and where, according to Servius (ad Aen. iv. 143), the god used to spend the six winter months in every year. (Hor. Carm. iii. 4. 64; Lycoph. 920; Herod. i. 162; Strab. xiv. p. 665, &c.; Paus. ix. 41. § 1.)

PHILE′SIUS (Philêsios, a surname of Apollo at Didyma, where Branchus was said to have founded a sanctuary of the god, and to have introduced his worship. (Plin. H. N. xxxiv. 8; comp. BRANCHUS.)

PHOEBUS (Phoibos), i.e. the shining, pure or bright, occurs both as an epithet and a name of Apollo, in his capacity of god of the sun. (Hom. Il. i. 43, 443; Virg. Aen. iii. 251; Horat. Carm. iii. 21, 24; Macrob. Sat. i. 17; comp. APOLLO, HELIOS.) Some ancients derived the name from Apollo's grandmother Phoebe. (Aeschyl. Eum. 8.)

PHY′XIUS (Phuzios), i. e., the god who protects fugitives, occurs as a surname of Zeus in Thessaly (Schol. ad Apollon. Rhod. ii. 1147, iv. 699; Paus. ii. 21. § 3, iii. 17. § 8), and of Apollo. (Philostr. Her. x. 4.)

PY′THIUS (Puthios), the Pythian, from Pytho, the ancient name of Delphi, often occurs as a surname of Apollo, whose oracle was at Delphi. (Hom. Hymn. in Apoll. 373; Aeschyl. Agam. 521 ; Horat. Carm. i. 16. 6; Tac. Hist. iv. 83.)

SALGANEUS (Salganeus), a surname of Apollo, derived from the town of Salganeus in Boeotia. (Steph. Byz. s. v.; comp. Strab. ix. p. 403.)

[SARPEDONIUS and] SARPEDO′NIA (Sarpêdonia), a surname of Artemis, derived from cape Sarpedon in Cilicia, where she had a temple with an oracle. (Strab. xiv, p. 676.) The masculine Sarpedonius occurs as a surname of Apollo in Cilicia. (Zosim. i. 57.)

SMINTHEUS (Smintheus), a surname of Apollo, which is derived by some from sminthos, a mouse, and by others from the town of Sminthe in Troas (Horn. Il. i. 3.9; Ov. Fast. vi. 425, Met. xii. 585 ; Eustath. ad Hom. p. 34). The mouse was regarded by the ancients as inspired by the vapours arising from the earth, and as the symbol of prophetic power. In the temple of Apollo at Chryse there was a statue of the god by Scopas, with a mouse under its foot (Strab. xiii. p. 604, &c.; Eustath. ad Hom. p. 34), and on coins Apollo is represented carrying a mouse in his hands (Müller, Ancient Art and its Rem. § 361, note 5). Temples of Apollo Sminthens and festivals (Smintheia) existed in several parts of Greece, as at Tenedos, near Hamaxitos in Aeolis, near Parion, at Lindos in Rhodes, near Coressa, and in other places. (Strab. x. p 486, xiii. pp. 604, 605.)

SPO′DIUS (Spodios), a surname of Apollo at Thebes, derived from spodos, ashes, because his altar consisted of the ashes of the victims which had been sacrificed to him. (Paus. ix. 11. § 5.)

TEGYRE′IUS (Tegurêios), a surname of Apollo, derived from the town of Tegyra in Boeotia. where, according to some traditions, the god had been born. (Steph. Byz. s. v. Tegura ; Plut. Pelop. 8.)

TELMI′SSIUS (Telmissios), a surname of Apollo derived from the Lycian town of Telnissus or Telmessus. (Cic. de Div. i. 41; Steph. Byz. s. v. galeôtai; Strab. xv. p. 665.)

TEMENITES (Temenitês), a surname of Apollo, derived from his sacred temenus in the neighbourhood of Syracuse. (Steph. Byz. s. v. ; Sueton. Tib. 74; Thuc. vi. 75, 100.)

THEOXE′NIUS (Theoxenios), a surname of Apollo and Hermes. (Paus. vii. 27. § 2; Schol. ad Pind. Ol. ix. 146, Nem. x. 32.) Respecting the festival of the Theoxenia, see Dict. of Antiq. s. v.

THYMBRAEUS (Thumbraios). A surname of Apollo, derived from a place in Troas called Thymbra, where he had a temple in which Achilles was wounded, or from a neighboring hill of the same name. (Strab. xiii. p. 598; Steph. Byz. s. v. Thumbra; Eurip. Rhes. 224 ; Serv. ad Aen. iii. 85 ; Hom. Il. x. 430.)

[ZOSTERIUS and] ZOSTE′RIA (Zôstêria), a surname of Athena among the Epicnemidian Locrians. (Steph. Byz. s. v. Zôstêr; comp. Herod. viii. 107.) The masculine form Zosterius occurs as a surname of Apollo in Attica, on the slip of land stretching into the sea between Phaleron and Sunium. (Steph. Byz. l. c.)

Source: Dictionary of Greek and Roman Biography and Mythology.

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My supernatural season 14 specs in one post!

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Hi my friends!! How are you?? This is an special post, with my meta spec from this season, one you already knows, but if you don't, don't worry, i will put the links for you here.

Let's start then...

HOLDING HANDS SPEC AND DESTIEL KISS SPEC

The idea of the Destiel kiss came to my mind in season 12 when I saw the script on the mixtape

Gif credit @rosewhipped22

The "two xx" meaning kisses...

In season 13 we had the mysterious rubbing lips in two consecutives episodes. I wrote a meta about how writers in Dabb era use gestures with the hands to make FORESHADOW. Here is the meta, and the addition (very Destiel one).

And then by the end of season 13 we had a tweet from Misha saying "Kissing goodbye season 13" so my brain made the connections there, so I thought at first and bc in the mixtape was written the number 13 that the GOODBYE KISS would be at the end of season 13, but it wasn't. So...

But this season showed us kisses evidence!

One was a poisoned kiss (with green color) and the other a goodbye kiss (with green light).

About holding hands, well, there was a lot of evidence already, please check this post with all the frames my friend @weirddorkylittlediana took as evidence.

So yeah, idk when, but Dean and Cas will hold hands and will kiss. First spec, signed!

LOVERS SEPARATION

I was seeing this since 14x06 Optimism, when I heard Harper (Dean's mirror) talking about how her boyfriend leave her, and then she wrote a love letter to Jack by the end of the season, and one song where playing, and that song was about LOVERS SEPARATION.

Last episode presented a huge evidence...

Pic credit @weirddorkylittlediana if you look at the address of this house there's a number 216.

Episode 2x16 Roadkill, if you recall, talked about a man and a woman that get separated by her dead. Every year at the same date, Grilling, the man this woman had killed on the road with her car, kidnapped her and tortured her as revenge. The woman didn't know she was dead, and when she was in the car with Sam and Dean the radio plays by itself a song, and then a tenebrous voice could be heared saying: SHE IS MINE. Which reminds me THE EMPTY CHASING CASTIEL.

They found LOVE LETTERS that Grilly wrote to his wife, and by the end of the episode, she went to see her husband, who was with another woman, because the accident had happened 15 years ago. Then the ghost asks the Winchesters's what she would do now, and Sam said: let yourself go. And we had this images...

"WHEN THE SUN SHINES IN YOUR FACE"

Damn... The Empty and the lovers separation again... Plus the kissing goodbye spec... Here we have a sad and angsty combo to die. 🤦

PSYQUIC!SAMMY RULING HELL

So you need to reed this spec here to understand what I'm talking about...

Ok, now... We need to talk about Justin Smith's house address, and I want to link here @drsilverfish amazing meta here about the number of this house and how he related it with Dean Smith from 4x17...

I just will take from that episode evidence that sustain my spec about Psyquic!Sammy

Remember IS A WONDERFUL LIFE? How Sammy was the one with the "premonitions", always feeling himself ODD as SAM WESSON?

When Dean saw a ghost, he called him and when he found out about Sammy's dreams he said ...

Gif credit @agusvedder thanks a lot girl! 💕

And what was most surprising is the following one...

I was like... OMC! Are they Serious? Again the psyquic thing and again the blood? Ok... Ok... Nothing to see here... Just another couple of evidence for this spec... 😱💕

DEAN WILL ENDED ALONE in some point of the show.

Ok I wrote this spec in this meta. I don't want to repeat things but... AUKaia could get Dean and trying to kidnapped him dragging him into her world... Bc this looked that one of those portals..

Pic credit @agusvedder

Ok then... Plus all the evidence in the other episodes... The door opened just to show us Dean (14x12) and the "i'm seeing you standing alone by the track" from the bi Gorgon. Yeah... Another sad spec... Damn.

Ok, I think I write everything, if you have doubts about this craziness, please visit my inbox, you can ask anytime!

C-u 😘💕💕

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Redress [Billy Hargrove]

Fandom ; Stranger Things

Pairings ; Billy Hargrove x Harrington!Reader

Summary ; Billy gets his revenge on Steve by bedding his little sister, Y/N Harrington. Lesson learnt: never ever mess with the King of Hawkins.

Warning(s) ; fingering, protected sexual intercourse (wrap it before you tap it, kids!), swearing, underage alcohol consumption (please wait until you’re legal)

Word Count ; 4.0k+

Author’s Note ; I’m sorry I haven’t posted anything in such a long time, it’s been busy for the last few months because of my exams! I also think my quality of writing has gone down a little because I haven’t written anything in so long so sorry if a lot of things sound weird LOL. And I’m also a sucker for Harrington!reader fics with Billy and this is probably one of the filthiest things I’ve written so enjoy this xx

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He’d been eyeing you the whole night. 

Billy Hargrove was basically the textbook definition of a God; he was sex on legs. And the fact that he’d been eye-fucking you the whole night made your thighs quake and nether regions drip. 

You’d tried ignoring his intense gaze and to focus on your conversation with Mindy Hart, but it was easier said than done, especially with him burning two holes into the back of your head the entire evening. You could barely concentrate on anything that wasn’t him, basically. You wanted to return his hungry looks, run up to him and wrap you legs around him and just beg him to take you then and there. 

Oh, but you couldn’t. Not with your imbecile of a brother around. 

Your gaze shifted over to Steve, who was whooping and hopping up and down with a bunch of his cronies on the couch. The party was insane. Music was blasting out loudly and everyone had a red cup in hand, thoroughly prepared to waste themselves away. You were sure you were causing an awful racket for the neighbours, and you were surprised that they hadn’t already called the cops. 

But speaking of Steve’s party, you didn’t really understand why Billy had even turned up in the first place. The party had been a petty celebration to gloat in Billy’s face about Steve’s basketball team’s win against his. It had been a last minute victory when Steve swooped in and somehow stole the ball from Billy before scoring. Steve’s team had went nuts, and had left Billy and his members to sulk in a corner. 

To say Billy was pissed was an understatement; he was fuming. He’d basically had steam pouring out his ears. He accused Steve of cheating, although that obviously wasn’t true. Steve then made an impromptu decision to have a party to celebrate, and the whole school was invited. It was a dumb reason to have a party really, but beating Billy was an accomplishment, and Steve wasn’t going to pass up on the opportunity to mark his victory. 

So, yes, you were very shocked when Billy turned up. Of course, everyone knew that Billy was never one to miss a party in Hawkins, but considering this was a celebration against him, it seemed strange. 

You were currently stood in the corner, shoved against the wall with a couple making out on your right and Justin Meyer on your left drunkenly singing to the song that was blasting out from the stereo. Even with the large crowd, you were still able to feel Billy’s gaze on you from across the room. Your hand gripped your own cup nervously as you yanked down your short skirt which you also didn’t know why you even wore in the first place. It showed off your legs, and you were not someone who enjoyed flashing skin. 

You knew you were giving Billy a preview though, and as your eyes rose up to meet his, you caught sight of his irises shifting downwards to rake down your legs. Your cheeks set aflame and you turned away from his face. Why was he even just standing there and looking at you like some creep? Was he not going to make a move?

And did Steve even know Billy was here?

You stood in your little corner awkwardly for a few moments, eyes looking everywhere but at Billy before you made the ultimate decision to just hide out in your room. You’d partied enough for tonight. 

You squeezed past your schoolmates, multiple “excuse me”s and “sorry”s falling from your lips as you made your way to the staircase. But just as your hand came into contact with the handrail, you were pulled back by someone. 

“Leaving so soon, Harrington?” Billy asked, smirk playing on his lips as he gazed up at you. Damn his pretty face. 

You gasped softly, both startled at his action and surprised that he was suddenly interacting with you. 

“I mean... it’s crowded,” you excused yourself lamely, shoulders slumping. “And no one is really talking to me, so I guess it’s better if I just head up to my room anyway.” 

Billy cocked an eyebrow, tongue poking out to wet his lips. 

“I’m talking to you right now, aren’t I?” 

A smile made it’s way to your face, and you found yourself giggling at his statement even though it wasn’t particularly hilarious. 

“We should grab a drink, come on, I wanna talk to you a little,” he encouraged, tugging at your wrist and jerking his head in the direction of your kitchen.

You swallowed, laughing nervously. Billy Hargrove seriously just fucking said he wanted to talk to you. Nevertheless, you tugged in the opposite direction, which was up the stairs towards your bedroom. 

“Parties aren’t really my scene, Billy... I just go with the flow cause’ of my brother. I’m getting pretty tired anyway,” you told him. 

Billy scoffed at the mention of Steve, and you could see him resist the urge to roll his eyes. You bit your lip, smiling awkwardly at your brother’s enemy. 

“And I don’t think Steve really wants me talking to you much anyway,” you confessed, rubbing your hand up and down your arm as your eyes darted away from Billy to survey the room for any sign of your brother. 

“Fuck him,” Billy dismissed immediately without any hesitation. 

He dragged you down towards him and he slung his arm around you, drawing you close to his chest. You inhaled, and you caught the scent of alcohol and his cologne lingering on his body. It was a smell combination you didn’t know you would actually like. Or maybe it was just Billy that you really liked. You weren’t sure. Your face went red once again at your close proximity as you laughed nervously. Why was he making you so jittery in the first place?

“Come on, just grab a drink with me, Harrington. Let’s have some fun!”

Without waiting for an answer, Billy weaved the both of you through the crowd and into the kitchen where bottles and bowls of various alcohols sat. You knew Steve had gone through your father’s collection to find the best for the party. You also knew that your brother was going to be in terrible trouble when your father finds out his alcohol collection had been ransacked by his son. But you could worry about that later. 

Billy grabbed a random bottle, not caring about what type it was, and poured it carelessly into the cup that you were still holding. It almost went up to the brim and you had to caution him to slow down. You really didn’t want to get too drunk tonight. 

Billy poured himself a cup with a similar volume and sloppily cheered it with you before bringing the cup to his mouth and swallowing everything inside. He downed it down in mere seconds while you gaped up at him, in shock at how fast he managed to drink all that. You stared down at your own cup, hesitant to drink... whatever was in it. 

Billy discarded his cup carelessly on the floor and laughed when he saw you still holding your own beverage, not doing anything. 

“Open wide, Harrington,” he teased as brought his fingers to your cup and tipped it up against your lips. 

“Uh, Billy, I don’t really want to...” 

He ignored your protests and your head lolled back as he encouraged you to drink every last drop. The alcohol burned your throat, and your face scrunched up as you gulped everything down. You could feel Billy’s other hand wander from your shoulders to the small of your back, his hand dangerously close to your bottom. Was he doing that on purpose? 

He cheered when you finished everything, and you couldn’t help but chuckle along as you left your cup on the counter. 

“Alright Billy, that’s enough, but I should go now,” you told him, squirming against his hand that rested on your back. You looked around wearily, secretly terrified that Steve was going to pop out of nowhere and start a brawl with Billy. He would have a fit if he saw Billy touching you. 

“Nah, stay down here. I don’t really know you that well. Tell me about yourself,” he said matter-of-factly. Billy drew you closer to him as he leant against the countertop, propping his other elbow up on it to support himself. 

You let out a shaky breath and gave your new companion a tense smile. Billy’s face was dangerously close to yours, and you could smell the alcohol in his breath. You really wanted to kiss his pretty face, but you resisted the temptation to. 

“I don’t want Steve to catch us. He’ll take your head off,” you admitted, placing your hands on his chest and slowly pushing away to create some distance between the both of you. However, Billy just brought you closer the more you tried pushing away, flashing you a charming smile. 

“I can handle your brother, sweetheart. Don’t need to worry too much about me,” he spoke lowly, reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. You shivered as you locked gazes with him, Y/E/C irises staring straight into his icy blue orbs. Your lips parted and your hands twisted in Billy’s half-buttoned shirt. Your body tensed up as his hand travelled lower and you swallowed, never looking away from Billy, as if you were challenging him. 

Your body was practically quivering with anticipation of his next action. All he needed to do was move his hand lower and you swore you would just allow him to do whatever he wanted to you. You subconscious was nagging at you though; reminding you that if Steve found out how inappropriately Billy was behaving with you, that would be the end of Billy’s life. And possibly yours, too. It sounded like worth the risk though.

“Has anyone told you you’re really pretty, sweetheart?”

Your face burned at his simple statement. Sure, boys had told you that were good looking. But it seemed different having the exact same compliment tumble out of Billy’s lips. Almost as if it were special.

Ooh God, but you knew you were playing with fire being so close to Billy like this. You knew of his reputation - well, everyone did - so you weren’t oblivious to whatever game he was playing. You knew Billy really just wanted to get into your pants. 

But it wasn’t like you didn’t want to get into his. 

You exhaled slowly as you tugged your lips under your teeth. The words were out of your mouth before you could register what you were saying. 

“I’m going back to my room, Billy. But you can come with me.” 

-

It was like music to Billy's ears; hearing your moans fall breathily from your pink lips. It was like a sick reward for him. He did feel a little guilty using you like this, you were actually a really nice girl, but the envy and rage that was burrowed in his heart had gotten the better of him, and he needed a way to get back at Steve fucking Harrington.

What better way than to get back at him with his little sister, whom he doted on so dearly?

You squirmed against Billy, struggling to get rid of his firm grasp on your wrists which were pinned to the door. Billy's mouth trailed down your neck, pressing feverish kisses along it and marking you. You barely knew him, but Billy was intoxicating and you were already addicted to him like heroin. But you needed him to stop first. 

You whined against his lips as he kissed you, struggling a little to get him off you for just a moment. 

“Wait, wait Billy... Stop for a second,” you mumbled breathlessly. “Wrong room, wrong room. Not here. This isn’t my room,” you got out hurriedly as Billy let go of your wrists to caress your thighs. In a frenzied hurry to get you alone, Billy had pushed you into the first room he saw, not bothering to wait for you to lead him to your own. But he chose the worst place of all the rooms on the level. 

Billy paused for a second, frowning at you. He looked over his shoulder, eyes sweeping across the room for a brief moment; observing the blue walls and plain bedsheets, the ordinary looking lamp and ordinary looking bookshelf before his eyes settled on a basketball that rested in a corner. 

“This Harrington’s room?” Billy asked gruffly. 

Even with his use of your last name, you understood that he was referring to Steve. You nodded, tugging at the collar of his leather jacket with one hand and looking for the doorknob blindly with the other. “Yes, and we can’t do this here, obviously. Let’s head to my ro-”

You were cut off by Billy twirling the both of you around and throwing you on the bed. You yelped, but barely had any time to do anything else before he flung himself on top of you, pressing his lips to yours urgently. 

“I don’t fucking care. I want you now,” he mumbled, hand trailing up the inside of your thigh as he felt up the wetness that had built up in your underwear. You squirmed against him as Billy rubbed his fingers against your damp panties and you couldn't help the moan that tore through your throat. Your fingers twisted in his crimson shirt as you stared up at the blue ceiling, wincing at the colour as you were reminded that you were about to have sex with your brother's worst enemy in his bedroom.

"Uh... Billy, I don't think this is a good idea," you willed yourself to say, eyes screwing shut as he ignored you and yanked your panties to the side. You jerked as you felt him on your bare skin. Billy rubbed his finger between your soaked folds, slicking up his fingers between your lips before he pushed them inside you to stretch you out. 

You arched into him, panting as you grinded against his fingers. His digits were slicked up from your wetness and your walls clenched perfectly round them. Jesus, he was good. 

Billy smirked as he watched you, pressing a kiss to your jaw.

"Look at you, Harrington, so needy," he teased as he brought his thumb up to rub your attention-starved clit. You jerked and whimpered as he began to massage figure eights slowly, all while fingering your wet hole.

"I need... I need more," you practically begged. Under normal circumstances, you would've cringed at how needy you were being; how you were so willing to just give yourself up to Billy Hargrove so easily. But that was something you could worry about another time. You needed all of him.

"More, baby girl?" Billy asked, his voice low and teasing. "Do you want me to fuck you? Is that what you want?"

Billy's fingers then reaches upwards, and he began to slowly rub that sweet sweet spot of yours. You practically squealed at the contact of the pad of his fingers with your G-Spot, and your hand flew to your mouth to keep your cries of pleasure in. And just like that, your body shook as your orgasm washed over you. Waves of pleasure coursed through your body as your legs shook, Billy's fingers helping you ride out your orgasm. Billy had set a fucking record; no one had ever made you cum that fast. 

You heaved as Billy pulled his fingers out of you, and in the moonlight from the open window, you caught sight of how they glistened from your juices. Your face went warm with embarrassment at the sight. Billy brought his fingers up to his mouth and licked his digits clean, all while staring you in your eye. He hummed appreciatively and grinned at you before leaning down to kiss you once again.

Your mouths moved hungrily against each other, and you grinded against him as the denim of his jeans rubbed against your core. You needed him inside you desperately. Billy pulled away and reached down to your blouse, immediately yanking it open and letting the buttons fly everywhere. You gasped, throwing him an offended look. 

“Billy! You can’t just do that!”

He smirked and ignored you as his hands travelled downwards and before you could reprimand him further about your destroyed shirt, he did the same to your panties, tearing it at the side and discarding the shredded fabric at the corner of Steve’s room. 

You squealed, your hand instinctively going up to slap his arm. “You can’t just destroy my clothes like that!” you protested but all Billy did was shrug as he grinned at you mischievously. 

“You couldn’t expect me to just take it off nicely after teasing me all night, could you?” he questioned as he pulled his own jacket off and threw off his own shirt. You blinked when he said that. So he thought you were actually teasing him?

“Now spread that pretty pussy for me. I want to see you,” he growled predatorily. His hands lingered on your thighs and you let out a shaky breath, slowly parting your legs to expose your cunt even further. 

It was a wonderful view for Billy, and you brought your hands down to your dripping folds, pulling apart your pink lips to show him how badly you needed him. Despite just having had an orgasm, you pussy throbbed for more and wetness seeped out of your entrance as you squirmed around on the sheets. You brought your index finger up and rubbed gentle circles on your clit, moaning softly as you looked at Billy dead in the eye. You face was flushed red, embarrassment secretly coursing through your body at how filthy you were being. 

Billy bit his lip, suppressing his wicked grin as best as he could and reached across to Steve’s bedside table and pulled open the drawer aggressively, not caring that the few items that were left on top of it toppled down. He reached in, digging around but let out a frustrated grunt when he came up empty. He impatiently yanked open the next drawer and continued his search, before he came up with what he was looking for.

Billy looked over the condom packaging, eyebrows knitted together in concentration. 

“XL, huh? Looks like Harrington has some junk in the trunk,” Billy laughed and immediately your eyes fell shut in embarrassment. Now you knew what your brother’s dick size was thanks to Billy. That was information you did not need to know.

You heard his belt buckle fall open and Billy simple yanked down the top of his jeans and boxers, not bothering to fully rid himself off his bottoms. And as soon as you caught sight of him, your mouth fell open. He looked down at you smugly as he ripped the condom packet open. 

“It’ll fit, doll,” he reassured as if he could read your mind. He pulled the condom on and nudged your thighs further apart, letting your skirt bunch up at your hips. Your eyes wandered nervously towards the door. You could hear a bunch of people downstairs, and you were terrified someone was going to walk in. You were pretty sure you hadn’t bothered to lock the door. 

Billy brought his fingers to your face and turned your face away from the door, forcing you to face him. “Relax, baby,” he cooed, hovering over you as he took himself in his hand. He rubbed the head of his cock over your slick folds, just nudging your entrance and your hips immediately thrusted up, eager to get him in you. 

“But Billy, maybe we should lock the door first...” you tried saying but all worries of getting caught flew out of your mind as he pushed himself into you. The walls of your pussy hugged his thick girth tightly, and he slid in smoothly due to the lubrication from your juices. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your nails dug into his shoulder blades. He felt absolutely delicious. 

“God, you’re fucking tight,” Billy huffed as let his cock sit inside you for a second to let you adjust. You whined when he failed to move, and immediately started gyrating your hips to get him to start thrusting. 

Billy picked up on your hint and pulled out, before pushing in deeply once again. He filled you up in the most addictive way, and you immersed yourself in the feeling of his cock thrusting in and out of your dripping cunt. He abused your hole over and over again, and with his rough pace, you knew there was no way you were going to be able to walk properly in the morning.

Moans fell breathlessly from your lips over and over again, and he complied with every demand you made; harder, faster, deeper. If was even possible, your pussy somehow managed to get wetter with every hard thrust he made. 

It was messy and rushed, with both of you not even naked and still in a few articles of clothing. The loud chatter and blasting of music from the floor below managed to cover up your cries of pleasure, as well as the obscene slaps of your skin colliding with each other’s and the squelching wet sound that was emitted with every thrust. Billy sped up his pace, pounding you into Steve’s mattress harder, one hand on the headboard for leverage and the other next to your head. Your fingers gripped loosely on his biceps when Billy went even harder, gasps emitting from your lips. Billy moved his hand which was on the headboard and slithered it between your sweaty bodies, and as soon as his fingers came into contact with your sensitive nub, you squealed out his name. 

His fingers set an equally fast and rough pace as his cock as it moved in and out of your sopping wet cunt. You almost felt overstimulated, but you were drunk on the pleasure Billy was spoon-feeding you.

“You close, baby?” Billy groaned, his head hanging low to look at your face twisting in pleasure. You couldn’t reply him, and all you manage to do was nod tiredly as he continued to piston in and out of you. Your grip on his biceps tightened, and chills went straight to your clit when Billy let out a growl. His hips stuttered, and he gave a few more hard thrusts right into your G-Spot, and both of you finished at the same time. Your toes curled and you entire body thrashed as nothing but white filled your vision. Your wet walls squeezed around Billy’s cock and he groaned as he filled the condom, immediately dropping down on top of you.

Your pussy and inner thighs were drenched with your juices, and Billy pulled out slowly, letting you enjoy the last drag of his cock between your walls. He laughed a little, whistling lowly as he let his sweaty self remain on top of you. 

“Goddamn princess, I swear you’re the best fuck I’ve ever had,” he breathlessly groaned, angling his head up to stare at you. You giggled, face flushing red at his compliment.

“I hope you’re satisfied, Hargrove,” you teased. But before you could say anything else, your worst nightmares came true as Steve cam barreling through the door. Steve halted his actions and his mouth fell open when he spotted you and Billy half naked in his bed. 

Your eyes went wide and your entire body jerked Billy off of you. You yanked your skirt down and squeezed your legs shut instinctively, pulling your top to cover your chest.

“Steve! Fuck- oh my god, I-I can explain...” 

“What the actual fuck, Y/N?!” he roared, body basically frozen on the spot.

Billy simply rolled over to his side as he pulled up the rest of his pants loosely, laughing at Steve’s expression. Your head snapped to his and you glared at Billy. You were in boiling. Hot. Soup. And he still had the cheek to laugh.

“Hey there Harrington,” Billy greeted, throwing his enemy a smug grin. He’d accomplished what he was trying to do. “I was just about to find you and tell you the party was going great.”

He glanced at you to meet your death glare, and winked. 

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[futurewriter2000]

Blinded (Draco Malfoy x reader)

A/N: Hi again. So I am really glad you liked my Sirius  Black imagine so I decided that I could start taking request, so don’t be afraid to ask me anything. Also this is requested so yeah. Also I have been writing this for a week so please tell me you like it. One more thing, the credit also goes to my best friend for helping me with some typos. It was fun editing with her. 

Request: Could you do like a Draco Malfoy x Slythering reader (pureblood), where its like sad but cute and a lot of pining pls.

Warning: I kind of suck at pining so there is that, arguing? GIF not mine and I swear it’s not depressing as this gift, it just goes in the story.

xx

“Earth to (Y/N)!” yelled Cora, snapping you back into reality. She looked at you suspiciously, narrowing her eyes at you. “Who were you looking at?” she asked as she turned her head around to your staring spot. She sighed and rolled her eyes. “ Oh my dear (Y/N). No way in hell am I letting you date him.” she reminded you as she disapproved of the boy you were crushing on.

“What?! Date who?” you said louder than you intended to, your eyes automatically glancing at the white-blonde haired boy few seats away. 

“Don’t play daft (Y/N). Mr. I am better than anyone else and you should bow before me.” retorded Cora. “Honestly, he thinks he is all powerful and all great because he is a pureblood and because of his father. I just think he’s a load of crap.” 

You rolled your eyes as you knew he was known for his boasting, but you thought different. “He is not like that. He is smart, funny and even kind sometimes.” 

”Kind?” she asked shockingly.

“Trust me on this. He can be kind if he wants to be.” you said slightly blushing and glancing at Draco again. “And where did all this hatred come from? You always see the good in people. You never had a problem with Draco untill now, so why now?” You asked her. She tilted her head and her eyes quickly glanced at the Gryffindor table.You turned your head to the Gryffindor table, but didn’t know why Cora would look there. You looked at her drinking her coffee so instead of nagging her about it you let it pass for now. “You don’t know him, though.” 

“And you do? You talked to the guy once..in second year...” 

“Well it’s not like I am in love with him or something. “ That’s a lie. “It’s just a meaningless crush” another lie, better change the subject now. “ And you are the one to talk. You fall for every fifth guy you see: Cedric, Justin, Seamus, Zabini...”

She stopped drinking her coffee and felt a bit offended. You didn’t want to offend her, but somehow you did. “You made your point, okay. But at least I don’t look on blood status.” she accused you. 

“That is not true, I do not care about blood status.” you immediately denied.

“Yeah right. So would you date a muggle- born?” she asked you.

“You know how my parents are, imagine what they would do if they found out I dated a mudblood. And no way in hell I would bring home a mudblood or they would disown me.” you simply stated the facts. 

“The fact that you called them mudblood proves everything. Fucking coward, afraid of your own parents.” she said, finally getting up and leaving you behind.

You turned around to notice everybody staring at you. Maybe you were a bit too loud about this and what she just acused you of, how can you forgive that. She knows how your family is, why would she bring this up? But Cora was your friend, your best friend. And she was right. You were a coward. Not standing up to your parents, who were typical purebloods, your dad a bit less than your mom. But even though Cora and you argued a lot, mostly because of your differences, you two were best friends and you knew you had to make this right, so you stood up and walked after her. 

“Cora, I am sorry. I know I can be a bitch sometimes, but so can you..” you trailed off as you were walking down the corridors, practicing your apology. Yes you were a stubborn person and you hated to apologize to someone, but this was your best friend and without her, you wouldn’t be where you are now. You turned around the corner only to see your best friend being snogged by a tall red-head. “Cora!” you exclaimed shockingly, your mouth falling to the ground. 

They quickly broke apart and turned to you. “(Y/N)!“ she yelled in surprise.

You looked at the tall ginger boy. ‘He must be a Weasley.’ you thought as your eyes scanned him from head to toe. “George?” you guessed.

“Actually, I’m Fred. “ he said, scratching the back of his neck of embarrassment. 

“It’s not what it looks like!” she tried to explain, but clearly failing.

“It’s not.” asked Fred, grinning down at her. She shot him an angry look and then walked over to you.

“Looks like you two were snogging, in the middle of the hall.” you said crossing your arms. “It is what it looks like.”

“I can explain, I swear.” she started to panic.

“Yeah, giving me crap about me dating purebloods, where clearly you are too.” 

You weren’t really mad at her, but you wanted to see her suffer a bit, in a friendly way of course. She didn’t know how to respond, so you placed a playful smile on your lips and interwined your arm with hers. “Come on you little sneaky cockroach. “ you said pulling her aside.

“Wait. You are not mad?” she asked shockingly.

“Are you serious, Cora. I couldn’t be happier for you. Yes, he has a bad reputation and yes, you could get a smarter Weasley, and of course I know you can do better than him-”

“I’m still here.” yelled Fred a few feet away from the two of you. 

“Yeah I know. So if you hurt her, I’ll make sure that that handsome face of yours will never see a light of day ever again. “ you threatened him. You gave him a serious glare making him a bit uncomfortable. “I’m watching you, Weasley.” you added before Cora pulled you away.

“Stop scaring him,, (Y/N):” 

“She doesn’t scare me.” he said. You shot him a death stare and he immediatelly took back what he said. “Maybe a little.”

---

Draco was sitting in the common room, a book opened on his lap but his eyes set on the big, green-eyed snake above the fireplace. “Oi, Malfoy! Are you going to keep staring at the wall or help me with our project?” yelled Zabini from the couch.

“I am gonna keep staring at the bloody wall.” he replied not removing his eyes from the snake. He then looked at Zabini, who was covered with papers and clearly more lost than he was before he started this project. Draco stood up, threw the book on the armchair and started pacing around the room. “I don’t even need to study. This project sucks, everything sucks.”

“What put your pants in a twist?”  asked Zabini closing his book and looking at Draco. He then gasped as he realized. “Ooohh...let me guess. Potter?” 

“Everybody thinks he is the all great and funny saint Potter. Mudblood’s friend, hanging out with those blood traitors, Weasleys.” he huffed.

“Here we go again...” sighed Zabini as he layed on the couch.

“Defeated dark lord my arse.”continued Draco. 

“No way! Are you serious?!” you yelled through the whole common room, laughing with your best friend.

Draco’s attention immediatelly turned to you and a small smile graced his lips after hearing your laugh. 

“Shhh! Don’t speak about it here.” she shushed you.

After the two of you walked up to your dorm, Draco’s eyes followed you. He turned around and sat back on his armchair, his smile still plastered on his lips.

“Oh, (Y/N)(Y/L/N), the girl who turns Draco into a softy. “ chuckled Zabini as he rolled on the piles of papers. 

“I am no softy.” he denied. “And why are you acting like I have a crush on her.”

“Because you do have a crush on her.”

“No I do not. I just like her as a person.”

“Yeah right. How could I be so wrong. How could I forget about your crush on Potter. “ teased Zabini.

Draco rolled his eyes and looked at him. “Does she hang out with him?” he suddenly asked.

“I haven’t seen them together yet. Her family is pureblood, so she doesn’t hang out with a lot of mudbloods. Cora, the half-blood, she is her best friend. Totally opposite of her. I don’t understand why she didn’t end up in Hufflepuff. As it goes for (Y/N). She is smart, beautiful, witty. She is what a true Slytherin should be.” he continued. “But..” he then started all seriously, making Draco’s ears pop out of his head. “I did see her glancing at Potter once they walked pass. Think there might be some chemistry between them.” he started to tease making Draco roll his eyes again. “Or...or...or she could already be pregnant with his baby.” he continued to tease.

Draco threw a small pillow at him and started laughing.“You are such an arse, Zabini.”  

“So why don’t we go back to History of Magic...” started Zabini, clearly being ignored by Draco. He just couldn’t get you out of his head. 

*Flashback*

‘He was walking around Hogwarts looking for Crabbe and Goyle. “Where did those idiots run off too?” he asked himself as they disappeared after the feast. he quickly walked around the corner  and bumped into someone. He fell on the ground as did the person who he bumped into. They both groaned in pain in the same time. “Watch where you-” he immediately stopped as he saw he bumped into a fellow Slytherin, your (Y/E/C) eyes staring at him innocently. “I-I-I’m sorry. I should have watched where I was going.” he apologized and stood up. He patted his robes and offered you a hand. 

You sent him a loving smile as you took his hand and stood up. “Don’t worry about it. I wasn’t watching where I was going either.” 

He picked up your books, three books of Gilderoy Lockhart, and handed them to you. “A fan?” he asked as he saw the books were signed. 

“Of this self-obsorved creep. He just signed them when he saw me carrying them.” you huffed. 

Draco loved your response. Every other girl he had met would fall on the ground for Lockhart. “I am Malfoy. Draco Malfoy.” he introduced himself.

“(Y/N)(Y/L/N). I would shake your hand but mine are full.” you replied smiling at him.

“Don’t worry about it. Have you maybe seen Crabbe and Goyle?” he asked you.

“I think I saw them asking some Ravenclaw prefect where the Slytherin Common room is. I thought they were joking, but they were pretty serious about it. “ 

Draco sighed of embarrassment. “What do I have to deal with, day by day.” 

You chuckled at his statement and started walking backwards. “Well see you around Draco Malfoy.” you said turning around and walking towards your common room.” 

*End of flashback*

Draco chuckled quietly as he remembered your first meeting in the second year. People afraid to walk the halls of Hogwarts, because of the attacks, but then there was you, ignoring all the rumors and the rules that came after the Chamber of Secrets was opened. 

“Thinking about (Y/L/N).” grinned Zabini at Draco, but he only gave him a light smile and opened his book.

---

You walked into Divination class, which you had with the Gryffindors. You were hoping Cora would sit next to you, since you two sit everywhere together, but she was sitting at the back with Fred. “Great.” you mumbled quietly and sat at the empty table. You prepared your books and as you were looking through the bag for your tiny notebook, a shadow appeared in front of you and blocked all the light. You looked up and noticed a pair of grey eyes looking at you. 

“Hello (Y/N). Would you mind if I take a seat next to you?”

Your brain was a mess right now. You couldn’t think of a single word. ‘Say something.’ you thought. "Yeah, sure. “ you said untill your eyes widened. You shook your head lightly and corrected yourself. ”I mean no I don’t mind. Sit!” ‘He is not a dog (Y/N). Oh god this is awkward.’ you started panicking.

He smiled at you and sat down. He noticed how your cheeks were growing a bit red, but then he noticed you staring at the Weasley twin at the back of the class,which made him a bit angry. The whole Divination you were bored you wanted to get up and walk out of the room. You took a deep breath as you realized the class started only 10 minutes ago. You closed your eyes and leaned back on the chair, slowly falling to sleep. 

A gentle touch on your cheek woke you up. You realized you slept through the whole class and not just that...you noticed you fell asleep on Draco’s shoulder. DRACO’S SHOULDER!! Your eyes widened and you quickly lifted your head up. Since your eyes haven’t adjusted to the light yet, everything was blurry and a slight pain was poking at your head. “I am so sorry.” you tried to apologize to  Draco as you couldn’t really see him clearly.

He chuckled and put his books in the bag. “ No worries.. I hate this class too, I’m sorry I didn’t fall asleep too. This class is waste of time.”

“Why didn’t you?” you asked putting your books away.

“Do you know what would people think of me. I am a Malfoy after all.”

“Oh right. You have a reputation to keep up. “

“Reputation?”

“The true Slytherin. The son of the great Lucious Malfoy and a member of the Malfoy family.” 

He chuckled at your answer and sighed. “Yeah. What I do for my family.” 

“Tell me about it.” you also sighed as you remembered how your family was. 

He then took a pile  of papers and handed it to you. “Here. I wrote notes. I think you need them more than I do.”

“I can’t take your notes.” you said, refusing the pile of papers.

“Don’t worry about me (Y/N). I told you. I am a Malfoy.” he smirked and you took his papers. 

“And probably the most boasting one.” you laughed and so did he. 

“I am not that bad.” he walked with you.

“Not that bad?” you  said in disbelief. “Every time you see Harry Potter you become the God of boasting.” 

“Well, I need to boast, it’s the only way i feel important.” he blurted out, both of you stopping immediately.  He couldn’t belive he let that slip out. He felt embarrassed a bit and he was afraid to look you direct in your eyes. “I-I-I..” he muttered.

You took his hand and looked him in the eyes. “You don’t need to boast to feel important. Because I am telling you now,that you are just as important as anyone here.“ a smile appeared on his face and he gently rubbed your hand. “Besides who would torture Potter if there wasn’t a Draco Malfoy. Or who would give me notes when I fall asleep during class. “ he chuckled. 

“Yeah but next time I’m bringing you a pillow.” he laughed. 

You playfully punched him in the ribs and started laughing along. “Thank you for the notes.” 

“Don’t thank me yet, we still have Transfiguration and Potions. Who says you won’t fall asleep there too.?” 

---

“Come on. Please. For me!” begged Cora. “He is always around. We don’t have any alone time.” 

“How do you expect me to keep George Weasley busy. He is George Weasley for god’s sake.” you crossed your arms as your best friend was watching you with her puppy dog eyes. 

“Just dress hot and he will be all over you.” she winked.

“But I don’t like George, Cora!” you yelled and stood up from your bed. 

“Yeah I know you like Draco but come on! He hasn’t asked you out so why don’t you try with someone else.” 

“Our minds are very different, Cora.” you said brushing your hair. 

“Come on. Please.” she then took your hand and you both sat down again. “I really like him (Y/N). He makes me laugh and he makes me so happy. “ she said seriously. 

You looked at your best friend staring at you. She just wanted to spend some time with her “boyfriend” or whatever he was. Why couldn’t you sacrifice your pride a bit. “Fine.” you said quietly. 

“Oh my god! Thank you so much!” she started to jump around. “Remember, dress hot.” 

---

“Draco.” said Crabbe. Draco didn’t reply. “Draco.” Crabbe repeated, only to get no answer out of him. “Draco!” 

Draco’s eyes immediately turned to Crabbe. “What!?!” he roared. 

Crabbe immediately stepped back. “Nothing, okay. Calm down.” 

Draco sighed. “Sorry Crabbe, but you really piss me off sometimes. What did you want to ask me?” he asked and looked at Crabbe.

“Well I was hoping to-” 

“Come on (Y/N)!” yelled Cora interrupting Crabbe.

“I can’t!” you yelled back. “My hair is a mess!”

“Your hair looks great. Now get your ass down here or I will push it down the stairs.” she yelled clearly convincing you. 

You walked down the common room and your eyes immediately turned to Draco, who clearly was love struck. You looked so beautiful. Yes, you were only dressed in a simple green dress and black shoes, but god you were beautiful Your hair was in a bun with few strands of hair falling out in front. When you reached Cora she twirled you around. 

“You look so gorgeous.” she said.

“I can’t believe I agreed on a date with him.” you looked at her.

“I love you.” she replied and hugged you.

Draco came over and looked at you from head to toe. “Is there a ball miss(Y/L/N),you are attending?” he asked you formally.

“Actually miss (Y/L/N) has a date today and lucky for her it is not you.” snarked Cora.

Draco’s smile immediately turned into a frown. “Cora!” you yelled.at her. 

“And it’s with Gryffindor. It’s a Weasley. George Weasley.” said Cora, making Draco furious. 

“Cora, could you shut up!” you yelled and looked at Draco hoping for some response. You and Draco became close friends so  you were hoping maybe he would tell you not to go on a date  with Geroge and go with him instead. Maybe he likes you more than just a close friend and now would be a great time to show it.But that didn’t happen. What Draco felt inside was rage, jealousy and saddness mixed up into chaos. 

“Yeah. I am lucky I am not her date. I would never date her.” he said looking you right in the face and smile. 

Your heart shattered into million pieces. You tried not to show it, holding back your tears. You turned around for a moment, letting a tear escape your eye but you quickly brushed it away. You turned around and fixed your posture. “I would also not date a person who’s as unimportant as you. At least George is important.” you said and walked out.

After you disappeared, so did Draco. He ran to his dorm and locked himself in. He started pacing around the room and suddenly stopped. He looked at the mirror above his nightstand. ‘You. You idiotic piece of crap.’ He hated himself right now. He hated himself for saying what he said. He clenched his fist and was about to punch the mirror, but he stopped himself at the last moment, regaining his composure. He looked at his reflection, grey eyes staring back at him, broken. A tear escaped his eye. He liked you for so long and when he found out you were going out with a Weasley, he just shut down. ‘If only she knew how I really felt underneath that forced smile.’ he thought before letting out another sob.

George knew something was wrong from the moment you arrived so he did everything he could for you to open up to him.And eventually you did and he turned the most terrible day into one of the best ones. You two spent the whole day together and you also found out that he knew he was not letting his brother and your best friend some alone time, but that was only because he wanted his brother with  the right girl. But while your night was made by a funny Gryffindor, Draco fell asleep in tears.

---

The weeks had passed and you haven’t looked at Draco since your date with George. And to be honest that was a torture for Draco. The way you frowned when your eyes met, you ignoring him everywhere, not talking to him and the worst part was seeing you smile and laugh with a Weasley around your shoulder. 

He was full of it. He didn’t care about Potter nor anyone else for that matter. He walked over to you and George and tapped you on your shoulder. “(Y/N).” he said quietly. “Can I talk to you for a moment?” 

The moment you layed your eyes on him, your heart started to ache and a smile turned into a frown. God he hated to see that. You looked at George, who gave you a slight nod and you both walked somewhere privately.

“Okay. Talk.” you said harshly, crossing your arms.

“I’m sorry.” he mumbled. 

You couldn’t understand him correctly so you asked him. “What?”

“I’m sorry.” he mumbled again.

“You are going to  have to be clearer than that, because I think I don’t understand you.”

“I am sorry okay!” he finally yelled. “I should have never said that okay. It was never true, I swear.”

You felt rage fill your body. “What was never true?! The way you told me how you would never date me. How lucky you would be if somebody else dated me because I am just that terrible!” you yelled at him.

“No! You are not terrible! You are the most amazing person I have ever met. You have this amazing personality and this good heart and I ruined it. I wanted you to date me. I still do but you always blush when the Weasleys are around and I knew I would never have chance with you okay. When I found out you were going out with George I just knew that I would never be as good or as funny as them!” he yelled, tears rolling down his face. 

You couldn’t believe what he was saying so instead of words, you slapped him. He looked at you . “You fucking idiot.” you said before grabbing his face and pressing your lips against his. It was the most wonderful kiss. It was full of sadness and happiness, when he started kissing back. It was a messy first kiss but you two didn’t care.You finally had him, the Slytherin Prince, your long lasting crush- turning into something greater.

He pulled away and smiled at you. He brushed his thumb against your bottom lip and you looked up to meet his grey eyes. “I’m a fucking idiot.” he said before your lips colided again.

[kiro-anarka]

Emile Maurin (Murmain) (1862-1913). Nació el 28 de julio de 1862 en Marsella, Bocas del Ródano, (Francia) y murió el 21 de febrero de 1913 en en París, Isla de Francia, (Francia).

Fue fotógrafo después mecanógrafo; anarquista y por ultimo socialista.

Bajo la influencia de su madre, de origen italiano y ardiente socialista, Angèle Taglioretti, Maurin se unió en su juventud a un grupo de carbonarios de Marsella, Bocas del Ródano, (Francia). Fue rápidamente atraído por las doctrinas anarquistas.

En 1881 fue miembro del Club Internacional de Marsella, Bocas del Ródano, (Francia) con Etienne Desnier, Justin Mazade, Henry, Joseph Toche, Blanc, Cival y Moncada, entre otros, y fue condenado por insultar a un gendarme durante una reunión celebrada en el Grand Bosquet, (Francia).

En mayo de 1882 fue arrestado en Roma, (Italia). Relajado, regresó a Marsella, Bocas del Ródano, (Francia). Unos meses más tarde, después de las manifestaciones de los mineros de agosto de 1882 en Montceau-les-Mines, Saona y Loira, Borgoña-Franco, (Francia) y los bombardeos de octubre de 1882 en Lyon, Metrópoli de Lyon, Auvernia-Ródano-Alpes, (Francia), participó en el “Juicio de los 66” (ver Toussaint Bordat) que se inauguró el 8 de enero de 1883 ante el Tribunal de lo Penal de Lyon, Metrópoli de Lyon, Auvernia-Ródano-Alpes, (Francia). Fue sentenciado por incumplimiento el 19 de enero a cinco años de prisión, una multa de 2.000 francos y una prohibición de derechos civiles de cinco años.

En enero de 1884 fue declarado rebelde. Refugiado en Ginebra, (Suiza) Maurin permaneció allí hasta 1886. Después de la amnistía de 1889, y después de haber sido operado por cataratas en el ojo izquierdo, se instaló en Grenoble, Isère, Auvernia-Ródano-Alpes, (Francia). Fue entonces cuando tomó el seudónimo de Murmain y se convirtió en un fotógrafo viajero, lo que le permitió participar en propaganda activa.

En 1890, acudió en ayuda de los anarquistas encarcelados en la prisión de Grenoble, Isère, Auvernia-Ródano-Alpes, (Francia) y, en esta ocasión, conoció a Pierre Martin, a quien le pasó libros. Este último mantuvo el recuerdo de Murmain como un “compañero guapo, alerta, vivo, vigoroso, sobrio en palabras”.

En 1891, el Tribunal de lo Penal de Grenoble, Isère, Auvernia-Ródano-Alpes, (Francia) lo sentenció a seis meses de prisión por incitar a los soldados a la revuelta. Después, su hogar fue destruido y él comenzó a perder la vista.

En 1892, se fue a París, Isla de Francia, (Francia) para que su ceguera amenazante fuera tratada en el hospital Quinze-Vingts, El Hospital Nacional de Oftalmológica Quinze-Vingts (Centro hospitalario nacional de oftalmología de Quinze-Vingts), es el hospital nacional de oftalmología de Francia ubicado en París, en el distrito 12 . El hospital dio su nombre al barrio Quinze-Vingts. Fue en vano: pronto quedó completamente ciego, de ahí su apodo. “Está hecho, estoy amurallado”, le escribió a Pierre Martin. Ayudado por su compañera Eugenie, se readapto, aprendió a usar la máquina de escribir y se convirtió en mecanógrafo.

A principios de septiembre de 1895 regresó brevemente a Marsella, Bocas del Ródano, (Francia) con su compañero, donde participó en algunas reuniones y habló notablemente junto a Octave Jahn y Augustin Marcellin. Después regresó a Grenoble, Isère, Auvernia-Ródano-Alpes, (Francia), desde mediados de septiembre parece.

En ese momento colaboró ​​en “Sur le trimard”, la pequeña crítica realizada por Mécislas Golberg cuyos directores fueron Octave Veret y Émile Dodot, luego en el título que le sucedió, “Le Trimard” (París, Isla de Francia, (Francia), al menos 7 números del 16 de marzo al 1 de junio de 1897) publicado por Bontrond. A principios de siglo también colaboró ​​con “Libertaire” y “L’Éducation Libertaire”. (París, Isla de Francia, (Francia), al menos 9 números desde junio de 1900 hasta abril de 1902), revisión de las Bibliotecas de educación libertaria cuyos gerentes fueron C. Papillon y René Barué.

Escribió un artículo para “L’Œuvre nouvelle” en diciembre de 1903 y enero de 1904 titulado “La evolución del anarquismo”. Evocó el momento en que Peter Kropotkin dijo en el juicio del 66: “Antes de diez años, la revolución social estallará”, y comentó: “Esta declaración de Kropotkin fue considerada por muchos compañeros como demasiado reservada. Fui uno de los que creía en la catástrofe repentina, inmediata. Efecto juvenil, se dirá. Aquellos que, en un lejano rumor en medio de la noche, corrieron hacia su ventana, pensando que eran las personas las que se estaban rebelando, pueden decir cuál era nuestra esperanza. “

Élie Murmain no regresó a Grenoble, Isère, Auvernia-Ródano-Alpes, (Francia) hasta 1906, en medio de la agitación sindical revolucionaria. Rápidamente entabló relaciones con David y Sorrel, los líderes libertarios del mercado laboral y, en la primavera de 1907, fue él quien concibió la idea de una universidad popular que el sindicato pronto creó y que rápidamente se convirtió en un centro de propaganda anarquista. En ese momento, contribuyó a la revisión “Les Cahiers de l’Université populaire”, que apareció desde enero de 1906 hasta noviembre de 1907 y cuyo editor principal era Henri Dagan.

Murmain participó en todas las luchas importantes a partir de entonces, y para fines de 1907 fue, a pesar de su ceguera, considerado uno de los elementos antimilitaristas más peligrosos. Según “The Social War”, se alejó del anarquismo en ese momento y se unió a la federación de los Alpes del Partido Socialista.

Alrededor de 1910, regresó a París, Isla de Francia, (Francia) donde formó parte del equipo de “La Vie Ouvrière”. Su reputación de probidad le valía ser, al menos en dos ocasiones, solicitado como miembro de un “jurado de honor” para juzgar una acusación de espionaje. Fue en el caso de Adolf Reichmann, anarquista rumano acusado falsamente en mayo de 1910 de estar al servicio de la seguridad rumana, y en el caso Dudragne.

El 12 de septiembre de 1910, fue nombrado miembro de la comisión de reorganización del “Libertaire” (véase Pierre Martin), que reorientó el semanario para convertirlo en un órgano revolucionario exclusivamente anarquista, comunista y pro-unión.

Emile Maurin (Murmain), murió el viernes 21 de febrero de 1913 y fue incinerado en el columbario Père-Lachaise, está situado en el número 16 de la Rue du Repos, en el xx distrito en Paris, Isla de Francia, (Francia). Pierre Martin pronunció una oración fúnebre y Henri Chapey declaró que había perdido “un padre, un padre en el buen sentido de la palabra”. Se lanzó una suscripción para ayudar a su compañero.