#ya know show me all the angles show them to me Rachel

[ants-personal]

wishing we got a close up side angle of benson aiming the shotgun so wed have a shot that looks like

[rukkiya]

as long as it takes

obey me x reader ₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ.

(forgotten AU part two)

“Mammon!” you call out, racing down the hall to his room excitedly. “ Are you ready for game night? I bought a new deck of cards so-“

“Ahh about that, we gotta put it on hold. Ya see, I promised Rachel I’d show her around ya know?” Mammon didn’t bother glancing back at you as he continued to look for his jacket. You stand awkwardly unsure of what to say, half your body in the hallway half in his bedroom. He’s never said no to hanging out.

“Ok yeah! Of course uh another day sounds fine no problem!” You nod your head, stepping back thinking he’d turn and invite you in, tell you just one match but nothing. He made no attempt to stop you as you walked away.

“Movie night! Your pick Levi-“

“Sorry, I planned movie night with Rachel.”

“I see! Tell me how the movie is!” You smile at him, not wanting to intrude.

“You know I’ve been wanting to paint my nails, we should have a spa day Asmo!” You perk up as you spot him sitting on the table tapping away on his phone.

“Dear I have already made plans to take Rachel to try skin care products with me, how about another day yeah?”

“Beel, Belphie we should-“

“But we promised Rachel.”

“Luci, why don't we listen to this new cursed record.”

“Don’t have time for that, I have to help Rachel.”

“Rachel, Rachel, Rachel.”

Their voices come to a halt and you're left in a dark room.

The backs of the brothers are illuminated a few feet away and you stretch your arm out, opening your mouth to call out their names.

“Rachel!” They all start walking forward, their voices happy and airy as her name comes out. That’s all they even seem to say nowadays.

Nothing escapes your lips and you see Rachel at the far corner. The brothers approach her, getting farther from you with every long stride they take. Never glancing back your way, not even once.

Rachel didn’t look at them calling out to her, instead she looked at you. Her features were sullen, she looked apologetic. Pointing behind them saying something you couldn’t quite make out.

You narrow your eyes trying to read her lips as her features turn into one of worry and fear. Her gestures become more frantic as she points your direction.

As you felt the sharp claws gash at your leg, did you realize what she was saying?

She was yelling at them to help you, from the demon student who attacked you. The one who now held you in their clutches. Wanting to take you away from them now that their guards have been lowered, now that they no longer have any use for the forgotten human exchange student.

You stretch your arm to Rachel and see her move forward, her own arm stretching out before everything went black and quiet once again. Feeling warm liquid run down your leg making your head snap down to inspect only to see blood pooling around you.

Immediately you sit up, eyes blown wide as you grab at your leg, wincing as you do so.

Not even a second passes as a pair of hands are on your shoulders and your name being repeated over and over was heard as the loud ringing in your ears subsided.

“Y/n, y/n it’s me you’re ok, calm down dear.” Simon nods his head in assurance as he meets your panicked gaze.

It’s been two solid days since you’ve moved into the Purgatory Hall. Two days and you’ve only gotten mere hours of sleep each night before you would wake up either screaming or in panic, always grabbing at your injured leg as you wake up.

His hands run soothing circles on your tense shoulders, slowly going down your arm giving you small reassuring squeezes before his hands wrap around your wrists, prying your hands away from your injury as it begins to bleed once again.

“Please don’t hurt yourself anymore than you already are my dear, your pain is too much for you to bear alone. Talk to me, tell me who did this to you.” Simon whispers, feeling your hands tremble though your face was void of emotion. That’s what scares him the most.

Your aching heart hurt the angle, the pain you were bearing was excruciating, far too much for a human to bear yet you've been feeling such pain for so long. He wasn't going to allow that anymore.

“Talk to me, please y/n” he calls out and you meet his gaze.

Opening your mouth but closing it, unsure if you were still dreaming or not, you didn’t want him to leave, you didn’t want him to walk away too.

You slowly move your hands in his hold and he holds his breath. Feeling you free your hands from his as you bring them up to his face, inspecting his features as you do so.

“D-do you promise you won’t leave? I don’t want to be alone.” You whisper, hands ghosting over his face, afraid he’d disappear that he’d turn his back on you too.

“No no no, I’m right here ok? I’m here,” his hands are on yours in a second, holding yours against his face and you have to bite the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from crying. Your eyes felt too sore to do so. “I’m not leaving you, I promise you that.” He nods his head and you nod yours as he pulls you into his chest, rocking you back and forward lulling you to sleep, hoping, praying you finally get some much needed peaceful rest.

The house of lamentation was eerily quiet. The usual noisy bickering that was heard amongst them was nowhere.

They had to force themselves to clean up the mess that was left behind after Diavolo had talked to them. Never in their time down here have they seen Diavolo so serious of course besides Lucifer.

As he explained your new living arrangements and the injuries you obtained when you were attacked it made them realize just how long it’s been since they’ve even checked up on you, far too long for their comfort.

Mammon and Levi held their breath as they scrubbed the blood stained floorboards, your blood far beyond seeped into the wood as they scrub harder.

Belphie and Beel were picking up the pieces of your shattered door, and Lucifer and Satan were at a meeting with Diavolo still trying to find the person who had attacked you.

Mammon hands scrub harder against the floor, getting desperate to erase the ugly dark color. Your room which was once filled with your scent, one he found immense comfort in was now thick smelling of iron and he couldn’t stand it.

The blood he was scrubbing off had gotten onto his hands and he felt his eyes burn.

His fists met the floorboards making the other brothers stop what they were doing.

“How didn’t we hear them callin’ our names? How long were they alone for? This is too much blood for them to lose.” Mammon whispers to himself, head falling as he feels his eyes burn.

“Not only that but they-“ Beel’s voice slightly cracks as he holds up the door knob that flew off when they broke the door down. “They locked their door. Last time we walked in it was open but it was locked when they were in here bleeding out. How long have they been locking their door?” Beel questions himself, making the brothers do the same. More guilt settles in their chest as they try and recall the last time they walked in here.

Footsteps running down the hall were heard for a second before Rachel and Asmo ran into the room out of breath, eyes wide as Asmo held out his phone for everyone to hear.

“Am I on speaker?” Lucifer’s voice comes from the phone.

“Yes, we can all hear you.” Asmo replies out of breath and there’s a long pause.

“I need you all to come down to Diavolo’s castle now, we’re having a meeting with y/n, to both make amends and find their attacker-“

Mammon was on his feet in a second, a surge of gold and white was seen before he stood in front of Asmo in a blink of an eye.

“Y/n is gonna be there? Ya have information on who attacked them?” Mammon asks, voice lower than usual making the brothers stand up as well.

“Don’t cause a scene Mammon, I advise all of you to heed my words as not only will we be discussing what exactly led up to the attack, but Simon will be here with y/n to discuss the situation as well.” Lucifer explains and they all gather around the phone.

“Y/n’s going to be there?” Asmo perks up a bit,his tired looking eyes widening.

“Are they ok? Will I be able to speak with them?” Rachel asks, she’s been wanting to check up on you but everyone including her wasn’t allowed to see you yet.

“Why is Simon going to be there?” Mammon feels his jaw clench, the mention of the angel's name making him furious. He knows he has no right to be angry but he just wanted you to look at him, talk to him. But Simon didn't give him the time of day to do so as he kept all the brothers away just like you wanted, just like they did to you.

“Just get down here. We will further discuss the situation once everyone is here.” Lucifer sighs, not knowing exactly how this will turn out but he hopes to atleast get to apologize for his actions. Him along with all the other brothers, they all want to apologize to have you back in their house and make amends

“I wont leave your side. I promise you that dear. We just need to discuss the punishment of the actions of the person who had attacked you. Yes they’ll all be there but if you don't want to speak to them no one is forcing you ok? But if you do, I'll give you space to talk things out, yeah?” Simon assures you, helping you go up the steps to the castle since your legs felt too wobbly standing alone. He offered to carry you but you declined.

“Why do they have to be there?” you ask him and he chuckles at your question. Getting up the last step he holds you in place as he adjusts your coat.

“Well they are the seven rulers down here, and though I know things are tough between you all and it doesn't excuse their actions. I'm sure that they are worried for you, that they want to see you.” He looks at you, tucking stray hair behind your ear and you furrow your brows.

“Do they i- its just been so long. I’m afraid they don’t feel the same- t-that they don’t miss me as much as I have missed them. I don't think they-”

“They do.” Simons stops you before you finish your sentence. He was still far beyond furious with the way the brothers have been treating you but he when he went down to the house to collect some of your clothes the day after he left with you he saw how much this actually affected them. He hasn’t seen them so quiet and sad since their fall, making him feel bad for them as well but he knows they are actions are what caused this. So he knows this meeting will help. It'll be good for you to see them, even if he doesn't want you to do it he can't be greedy, he knows they miss you. “They're worried I'm sure of it dear.” Simon smiles down as you let your head fall onto his shoulder feeling his chest rumble as he lets out a soft chuckle.

“Thank you Simon, for everything.” you feel your eyes burn. Having Simon here was what saved you. You were beyond thankful for him and how caring and patient he's been through all of this.

“Of course, I wouldn't have it any other way. Now, let's get inside, it's too cold for you out here.” he gives your arm a squeeze, looping his arm with yours as you pull away to make your way into the castle.

The brothers all sat in the living room, all of them sitting up when they heard the castle doors opening along with Simon's voice.

Shortly after living room doors open. Barbatos steps in first, then Simon and behind him you trailed in, slight limp to your walk.

They all felt their eyes burn. You looked so different. Like the anxious person you were when you first arrived, but beaten and bruised. What have they done?

Mammon has to look away. He couldn’t stop the bounce of his leg as he sat on the chair. He wants to be the one next to you. He wants nothing more than to walk up to you and hug you, hold your hand, look you in your eyes. Just be near you. It's been too long since he has and he's finally realized it. Just how much he's missed his human.

“Shall we get this meeting started?” Diavlo walks in, sending a closed eyed smile your way as he slowly makes his way up to you.

“It's good to see you on your feet y/n, I hope you're feeling better.’ Diavolo whispers and you nod your head, already feeling anxious again from feeling everyone looking at you. “Y-yes much better, thank you for checking on me.” you smile crookedly and Diavolo feels his heart sink a bit, you look unsure and scared, a look he never hoped to see on you.

“Please make yourself comfortable,” Diavolo sends a closed eye smile and gestures for you to sit. “Now, before we discuss the matters of your attacker y/n. The brothers have a few things to say beforehand.” Diavolo clears his throat and you stiffen up next to Simon, hearing the brothers stand up.

“Y/n,” Lucifer’s starts first, you keep your gaze glued on your lap. “No words can describe the shame I feel for not keeping you safer in my household, for not checking in on you and turning a cold shoulder when you reached out many times. My ignorance has caused such things to happen and I would like to apologize for what has happened to you while you were under my care. I don’t expect you to forgive my brothers or I but I do want to tell you how sorry I am.” Lucifer apologizes, seeing you curled up into yourself looking uncomfortable and scared made his heart heavy, he feels horrible for letting it come to this.

“I’m sorry for taking our time spent for granted, I’m sure I speak for all of us when I say we feel horrible for the way we’ve been acting.” Levi cuts in, speaking up during meetings wasn’t something he ever does but he knows he plays a big part in this he feels just as bad.

“I miss spending time with you more than I imagined, I’m sorry it took something like this to happen for me to realize.” Asmo wipes fresh tears that roll down his face making you squeeze your hands together. You heard sniffling coming from all around you, you don’t want to see them cry. You don’t want to hear them sound so sad.

“I didn’t realize our actions went so far, I’m sorry for not being there for you. I apologize as well.” Satan hands Asko a napkin as he speaks up.

“We never meant for it to go this far, for us to push you away to this point.” Beel squeezes Belphie’s hand as he speaks, feeling his eyes burn.

You bite the inside of your cheek, this was too much. You were surprised by their apologies and seeing them so emotional but it doesn’t take away what they’ve done, how long it’s been, even so, you still feel your heart ache. You want to forgive them but it’s going to take time for them to gain your trust again.

“I promised to keep an eye on ya, to keep ya safe and I failed the one important person I told myself to never let down. We don’t deserve your forgiveness y/n. I don't, I know I don't. But I just want you to hear this from me. I’m sorry for how I’ve been treatin ya. Though I haven’t said it in a long time I miss you. Your presence, your laugh, your smile, your stubbornness. Just hangin around and goofin off. I miss spending time with ya more than I can handle. I’m sorry for not being there for you when you needed me most.” Mammon's voice cracks and you feel fresh tears of your own roll down your face as you look up at him, he feels his breath get caught in his throat.

You don’t want to cry, don’t want them to see you cry. But hearing them apologize when you know they could’ve just kept on avoiding you made you more emotional than you already are. When your eyes met Mammon’s your felt a sense of comfort you’ve forgotten. One that you always felt when you would spend time with him. One that you’ve missed so much but you were afraid he didn’t feel the same. The look in his eyes held no lies as he looked at you on the brink of tears. Hearing him say those words, say that he misses you made your heart ache for him. For all of them.

“Y/n I’m sorry. I’m so sorry that you got hurt.” Mammons eyes sting, you finally looked him in the eye and he felt relief.

He knows how caring and kind you are. How you forgive too easily for his own liking but he can help but feel weight lift off his chest as your eyes meet his. He knows how undeserving he is and selfish he is for wanting all your attention on him but looking into your eyes at this moment was like a breath of fresh air. He remembers exactly why he fell for you in the beginning. He wants to spend time with you, hang out with you again. Do all the things he used to do when you were home, with him. They all want you back.

“I-,” you creak and they all hold their breaths waiting for what you’ll say. Unsure of what’ll come out of your mouth, they know forgiveness is a process and what they’ve done was horrible but they’ll make amends, they swear it.

“I didn’t- I- I’ve just missed spending time with you all, I didn’t mean for this to happen.” You hiccup, wiping your tears and Simon reaches for your hand, giving it a small squeeze to assure you he’s still there. Simon feels a bit more relief, the pain you feel in your heart wasn’t so hurtful anymore, at least not like it was for the past few weeks. He knows this is what you need to heal, and he’ll be with you every step of the way. Making sure that the brothers don’t take you for granted again but also keeping you closer for himself this time as well.

“I’m so relieved you're ok y/n, I’m sorry for not speaking up sooner but trust me when I say your presence is greatly missed at the house.” You hear a familiar voice come from beside you and you feel more tears roll down your face as you look up at Rachel, fresh tears of her own escaping her eyes. She immediately steps forward to hug you, not being able to hold back. She didn’t want to see you cry anymore, she wanted you and her to hang out along with the brothers all together with no one left out.

You wrap your arms around her just as fast as she did to you and she’s taken aback about it. She knows your iffy with hugs and physical touch so you accepting her hug made her sniffle louder.

The brothers have to hold themselves back from moving forward too, they want to hug you, hold you and apologize but they know it’ll be too much at once for you. As much as they all want to hug you, they know it’s a process, they have to give you time.

Simon eyes them all, seeing them hesitate as to whether to walk up to you or not but they don’t. He won’t try and stop them but he knows they want to be close to you again and he doesn’t blame them. But he knows that they have to take their time with you. They all do, no matter how long it takes they will regain your trust and won’t take you for granted like they did before. They want their human back, the one who saved them all. They want to help save you, help you back on your feet and hope to grow a stronger bond than before.

You slowly pull away from Rachel and she smiles wildly at you, feeling more relief when you send her a small one of your own.

“I-I will tell you all what happened. I think I’m ready to tell you w-who attacked me. W-what exactly happened and what led up to this incident.” You exhale shakily looking over at Simon, feeling him squeeze your hand again nodding his head for you to continue. You don’t want to recall that day, say the name of the person who did this to you but you know they want to get revenge for your sake.

You take a deep breath, looking back at the brothers who didn’t dare speak over you, who all waited for what you’re about to say. They’ve been wanting to find the one who hurt you so they can make them pay.

“Take your time y/n, we’ll take care of the rest.” Mammon assures you, ready to hear the name of the unfortunate soul he will get rid of with his own hands.

You take another deep breath, nodding your head at him as you get ready to explain what happened, to have them help you by capturing your attacker. Though having them all here, all around you waiting for you to speak made you somewhat uneasy as you weren’t used to it you don’t feel as nervous anymore. You still were hurt by their actions, by what they’ve done but you know they’re trying to make amends. It’s going to take time but this is the start to make things better, so you’ll let them help. You’ve missed them and seeing them here listening to you shows you how much they’ve missed you too. Though you know it’s going to take time before things go back to how they were, you're willing to try to patch things up and hopefully grow close once again and spend time with the boys you once began to call your family.

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authors note:

authors note: hello lovelies ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و! LOOK WHATS FINALLY OUT OHMYGOSH THIS TOOK SO LONG IM SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT! I was so nervous to write part two let alone put it out but here it is :D! I HOPE YOU LIKE IT AHHH I’m so nervous I don’t want this to be disappointing I was very skeptical to even write a part two bc I didn’t want to ruin it but I ended up writing one bc I couldn’t leave y’all in a cliff hanger LOL I had a hard time choosing a fitting ending so I hope this ending is fine geez I’m too nervous but I do hope you all enjoy!! i hope it’s a good part two ohgoodness hehshshs please stay safe and take care you all and once again I hope you enjoy! ^~^<33 (also this is unedited so sorry for any errors! WAIT ALSO IF YOU WANTED TO BE TAGGED MY TUBLUR ISNT LETTING ME FOR SOME REASON T^T I’m so sorry if you wanted to be tagged I tried to do so but no unseres were popping up every time I tired adding an @)

authors note: hello lovelies ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و! LOOK WHATS FINALLY HERE OHMYGOSH IT TOOK ME SO LONG IM SO SORRY!!!! I’ve made you all wait so long but I finally got around to writing part two :D! I WAS SO SCARED TO THO- I didn’t want to disappoint you all so I hope this is good! I did have some trouble with how I should’ve ended it but I chose a simple ending out of many and I think it’s ok? OHMYGOODNESS IM SO NERVOUSNDHDH ahhh here it is though! I do hope you all enjoy and it’s too your liking sorry if it’s bad shshusus but I hope you are all doing good and staying safe, please take care and once again I hope you enjoy! ^~^<33 (also most of you that wanted to be tagged I tried to @ you but your users didn’t pop up IM SORRY IF U WANTED TO BE TAGGED IDK WHATS WRONG WITG MY TUMBLR)

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[bipercabeth]

“your hands are shaking” + percabeth !!! 🥺 (ofc I went for the hands)

started this with the intention of writing a lil drabble between roommates ch 9 and 10, but it got away from me. here’s 1.4k of soft idiots and hands

Percy comes home from the last swim practice before states and promptly throws himself onto the couch, tossing an arm over Annabeth’s thighs and pressing his face into the cushion next to them, his skin and breath contrasting the pervasive cold their radiator fights against. Today was the last intense day, so she knows he's hurting even before he hooks his hand under her leg to pull himself closer and groans with the effort. Annabeth sets the notes she scooped up upon his entry down on the coffee table and combs a hand through his damp hair with a frown.

"Did you walk all the way here with wet hair? Perce, it's freezing out."

"Can you let a guy die in peace?"

"We both know it's my life's purpose to make sure you never know peace, so I'm gonna need you to answer the question."

"You know the answer."

She thunks him gently on the back of his cold head but soothes his responding whine by scratching her nails along his scalp. He purrs, a low throaty sound she feels through the couch and his grip on her. Her playlist plays through the TV, a soft instrumental meant to help her focus on school. Instead it zeroes her in on Percy's profile, the edges of him that soften in the light of their apartment and her company. Soft black curls drape over his eyes, and she pushes it back to find them closed in contentment. A finger traces the line of his jaw of its own volition, soft and feather-light against the hard edge. She trails it down his crooked nose, which was broken one too many times to heal straight, and rides the bump over the dusting of freckles. Her fingertip only just traces his lips before he presses the barest of kisses to it, nearly shocking her into recoiling. Of all the sideways attempts at kissing him to express her feelings, he has never once made that move. It's just a whisper against her pointer finger, not her collarbone or cheek or wherever else she's laid her lips on him in a moment of courage, but it's significant all the same.

Instead of telling him that, she says, "If you get sick five days before states because you walked outside with wet hair in February, I'm actually gonna kill you.”

Percy ignores her threat. "Just wanted to get home to you."

"Well that's...incredibly hard to be mad at you over."

"It is, isn't it?" The corner of his mouth lifts just so, hinting at the dimple she knows will press into his cheek at a moment's notice.

"I take it back. I'm mad." She lifts his arm off her legs and attempts to scoot away, but he catches her around her legs again. She lets herself be manhandled, knowing her smile will betray her posturing the moment he looks up at her.

He pulls her closer than last time, now laying his head on her thigh, his cheek smushed against her sweatpants. "How's studying going?"

Annabeth's gaze flickers to the pile of books on the coffee table. "It's...going, I guess."

"You feeling okay?"

"Yeah, just..." She exhales and looks back to Percy, the most peaceful thing in the living room. "Midterms, ya know?"

"Like last time?"

There's an undercurrent of concern to his voice, one Annabeth is used to hearing but can never quite comprehend being directed her way. "No, not like last time. A good, normal amount of exam stress and existential dread." Her hand returns to his hair, which warms under her touch. "Is that why you hurried home?"

He looks up at her then, earnest despite the long day. "I just wanted to spend some time with you before our week explodes. You not going crazy is an added bonus though." His eyes undermine his tone as they search Annabeth's face, checking for eyebags and other signs of stress. Seemingly satisfied with his findings, he tucks his cheek back against her leg.

Resigning herself to being done with school work for the night, Annabeth nudges Percy and asks him to fish for the remote between the cushions. They're mid season six on New Girl, and she's hoping to finish before the week is up. Percy finds the remote and bends awkwardly to pass it to her behind his head.

"Percy, your hands are shaking," she says, taking the remote and his hand into her own.

"Practice was brutal today," he sighs. "Coach gave us this arm exercise where you do this between each stroke"—he flexes his hand before making a fist and opening it again—"for some reason. Threw us off for the beginning of practice, but it made us work harder in the end. That was probably the point, but right now it just sucks."

"Sit up."

"Annabeth, I can't ask you to—"

"You're not asking for anything. I'm telling you to sit up."

Percy heaves himself out of Annabeth's lap and rests against the back of the couch, turning to jelly in his attempt to protest. Paying him no mind, Annabeth throws her legs over his like a seatbelt and takes his far arm into her hands.

"Forearms bad?" she asks.

"It's all bad."

Annabeth rolls her eyes and flips his palm to the ceiling, feeling a slight tremor from the angle once more. She presses her thumbs from his knuckles to his wrist, the soft flesh of his palms malleable beneath her touch. They're the slightest bit clammy too, she notes with a small smile. They weren’t before her legs were in his lap.

Before long she moves to his forearms, anchoring his palm on her knee while she digs into the muscle and pushes out the lactic acid. Just as she reaches his elbow, she realizes she forgot to do anything with the TV.

"You can turn on whatever you like. I'm just gonna focus."

His voice is close. "I like watching you focus." Annabeth doesn't remember scooting almost entirely into his lap, though she's been leaning in the higher she travels up his arm. Doesn't mean she's ready to look up—with her tongue poking out in concentration, no less—and find his face inches away from hers.

Percy clears his throat and offers her his upper arm in the form of an escape. Annabeth takes it, sinking her fingers into his bicep and working out the stiffness.

It's a nice arm. Two of them, actually—he has two very nice arms. Objectively. From an artist's standpoint. It's no wonder Rachel used to use him as a model for anatomy studies in her drawing classes. He has good anatomy. Solid. Streamlined. A true swimmer's build, all broad shoulders and tapered torso.

Annabeth gives the swell of his shoulder one last squeeze and switches arms, scooting away slightly to make room for his wingspan. She starts the same way as last time: with his palm face up in hers. Her hands have memorized this route by now, so she lets her mind wander as she sets about his forearm.

"How's practice been? Besides the obvious, I mean."

"Do we include Sloan being a dick in the obvious?"

She can't help the way her fingers dig in. "No. You tell me about that. Always."

He sets his free hand on her shin for a moment, putting out a bit of her fire. "Nothing serious. Just stupid comments, usually under his breath. He's not going to try anything with Coach watching him the way he has been."

Annabeth focuses her frustration into her work, ignoring Percy's wince. "You promise you'd tell me if it was bad?"

"Do I have a black eye?"

She makes a show of looking. "Nope."

"Then he didn't say anything bad."

Annabeth finishes his arm and frowns. "That just means you didn't get hit." She picks up both of his hands and checks his knuckles. The skin is unbroken and unbruised, and he didn't wince at all when she worked his palms. In a lapse of restraint, she presses her lips there. "Keep 'em that way, okay?"

He chuckles, and she watches his Adam's apple move. "Yes ma'am. You done?"

She releases him with a flourish. "All done. Nothing to do now but wait."

Percy looks at her, his eyes dark. "I know the feeling."

[failedintsave]

I tried the MTL pairing generator for rarepair month...aaaand it told me to stay in my lane lol. And then it told me to write some Rachel/Roy Cornickleson which I just don't think I'm ready to take on 🙃 So here's some Skwistok set just before Doomstar that I've been fiddling with.

(gets just a little nsfw near the beginning)

Stages

Everyone handles grief differently.

Skwisgaar groaned as muscular arms pushed him against the wall, the reinforced metal door to his room on the submarine banging shut as they cleared the threshold. Hands tangled in his hair, holding him in place while lips and tongue and teeth worked over his neck. He clung desperately to the body pressed against him, fingers twisting in blue cotton material and yanking it upward. The mouth latched onto his throat pulled away as the t-shirt was hauled over his head and Toki's fevered eyes found his before rushing forward again, mashing their lips together with sloppy abandon. He gripped Skwisgaar by the belt, half dragging him as they stumbled their way to his bunk and collapsed. Breathing came in gasps and sighs as Toki's weight pinned him down into the mattress, the pressure both exhilarating and mollifying, an anchor to hold onto as the life he'd known for so many years turned upside down and twisted away in the wind.

He'd never given much energy to grief. Life was just a punctuated string of losses in the long run. Loss of innocence, loss of trust, loss of opportunities. It was all meaningless, really. In his experience, something new always came along to fill the space so why dwell on mourning what you couldn't have back?

Boots thumped to the floor, kicked off in haste. His shirt was peeled away before sturdy hands lifted his hips to free him of his jeans, calloused fingertips gliding back up his thighs and making him shiver. Toki climbed up to kiss him again, hungrily, as if trying to swallow him whole, their teeth knocking against each other. Skwisgaar ran his hands over every inch of skin he could reach, the hard lines of Toki's shoulders, the raised ridges of overlapping scars on his back, hip bones where they ground down against his own. Heat pooled low in his belly like magma aching to erupt. He wanted this, needed this right now, more than he'd ever needed anything in his life. How long had they danced around this, stealing moments and blaming it later on booze or post-show adrenaline, walking right up to the line and peeking over before backing away again? In the name of preserving band dynamics? A lot of good that had done, they'd still ended up where they are now, Dethklok tipping over the precipice into self-destruction.

Another loss to add to the list.

Toki pulled back, glacier blue eyes raking over Skwisgaar's features with manic light, chestnut locks of hair falling in disarray to frame his face. Skwisgaar reached up and tucked a strand behind his ear and Toki's expression shifted, the wild yearning softened into something gentler, less wolfish. He sat up to kneel between Skwisgaar's legs, hand skimming from his collar bone to his navel and leaving a trail of fire, over the inside of his thigh and dipping beneath, pausing until Skwisgaar breathed his assent, whispered his name.

Fingers tested gingerly, gradually increasing in depth and pressure before he gripped him by the waist and hauled him onto his lap. Skwisgaar canted his hips, lip catching between his teeth at the feel of Toki against him, his pulse hammering in his ears. His head angled back into the pillows and a wordless moan escaped his throat when Toki eased forward, back arching as lightning raced up his spine. Skwisgaar's fingers knotted in the bed sheets as Toki released a shuddering breath over him, rocking into him slowly, building rhythm into a steady push and pull.

Loss of professional boundaries. Definitely not something to be mourned.

The devastating sensation of fullness where they joined drove all coherent thought from Skwisgaar's mind and his eyes rolled back under closed lids, panting nonsense and expletives, begging for release. His toes curled as Toki matched stokes with his hand to the tempo of his thrusts, coaxing him through his climax until tipping over the edge after him with a whining sigh. Call and response, Skwisgaar thought dazedly as his superheated skeleton melted into jelly. When he could open his eyes again, his gaze landed on Toki's face above him, watching him with an openly heartsick expression.

"I… hads to do dat… at least once before dis ams all over." The broken whisper settled over him like a burial shroud.

Skwisgaar shook his head, holding out his arms. "Come heres."

Swallowing thickly, Toki obeyed, winding his arms under Skwisgaar's shoulders and burying his face in the crook of his neck. Skwisgaar shifted to find a comfortable position, their sweat-slick chests sliding against each other as he angled slightly onto one side, hand cradling Toki's skull to keep him near.

"Seem pretties stupids we aments been doing dat dis whole time, honestlies."

Loss of time.

Toki held him tightly and Skwisgaar felt the tremor in his grip. He rubbed his cheek against the crown of the other man's head, humming tunelessly as he waited for him to speak, knowing already the fears plaguing his mind. He'd faced them often enough in his younger days, even if the scenario now was more complicated. It was hard to compare wondering where your next gig, your next meal ticket, might come from to wondering where to go after you'd already stood at the top.

Sniffling preceded the feeling of wetness against his shoulder, Toki mumbling against his skin. "What happens now? Ams we all just gonna says 'fucks you, see ya laters' now dat de band ams done? Even now dat dey tells us we gots to plays music to saves de world?"

Skwisgaar fiddled with a strand of brown hair for a moment before answering. "Well, I don'ts know abouts all dis saves-de-woirld business. But whats I do know ams band break ups. And, euughh, ja dat ams a pretty standords opseratings procedures."

"But does it has to be likes dat? We coulds all stays pals, right?"

"Dat ams...compslickateds." He dropped the lock and let his hand fall to Toki's shoulders. "Somet'ing like dis...people tends to ezpecks yous to euughh, picks sides. It ams messy. And it never warks out, t'ings always comes apart in de end."

Loss of the longest working relationships he'd had in his life.

Toki said nothing, so Skwisgaar continued if only to fill the silence. "But it coulds be worse, you knows? We gots more moneys den god, what's so bad what cants be fixed wif dat?" The statement produced a cold feeling trickling down behind his ribs, like swallowing a heaping spoonful of snow. "Nones of it acktualies matters. Just goes on to da next t'ings."

"I just... don'ts know what to does if dere aments a Dethklok."

"Whatevors you wants! You coulds buy de whole stores of airplane models, or you coulds builds you own splasharoonies water parks. Hell you coulds probablies starts a new bands wif dose guys from dat T'underhorse group."

"No," Toki murmured, face still compressed against Skwisgaar's neck. "I don't wants a new band. Dis was da one."

The possessive satisfaction he felt at those words tied his stomach in guilty knots.

"Ja it ams was a pretty good gigs…"

Toki shifted, laying his head on the pillow next to Skwisgaar's, his forlorn gaze searching his face for answers. Skwisgaar rolled so they were laying face to face, legs still twisted under the sheets.

Not everything was tied up in the feud that caused the band to split. What if it didn't have to be a total loss? Surely there were parts here that could be salvaged.

"Okej...so who says we haves to do anyt'ings at all?"

Toki's brows cinched. "What you means?"

Maybe, just this one thing, he could keep.

Skwisgaar's lips curved with the ghost of a smile. "I's already mades it to de top, ams de fastest guitarist alives...coulds be I shoulds just quits while I gots de title, ja? Retires, takes my ball and goes home wif it."

Toki snorted and rolled his eyes.

"Builds mineself a giant house up in de mountains or somet'ing. Or travels and just fucks off on de resgiduals forever, not worries about a deadlines or demos ever again. Plays guitar just for funs."

He saw his grin mirrored on Toki's face as the other man nodded dreamily.

"Maybe you...comes wif me?" Fluttery nerves tickled behind his sternum. "If you wants to."

Toki's eyes widened. "Wait. Whats?"

Just this. He could be happy with this.

"Y-you means it? You aments just messings with Toki?"

He shook his head. "How long dids we waste before nows? For not'ing. I'm sick ofs waitings. Let's just goes."

A heartbeat passed, and then Toki's mouth was on his again. Less frantic this time, hopeful rather than desperate. He cradled Toki's jaw, taking his time as he returned his affections, deepening the kiss and tracing languid strokes over his neck, his shoulders, his chest. Their limbs wound together in a twisted bramble, bodies drawing tightly together, fitting like puzzle pieces.

A repetitive, discordant riff sounded from the pile of clothes abandoned on the floor and Toki's head jerked away. Flashing an apologetic grin, he rolled away to fish his phone from his pocket, sliding his pants up loosely around his hips.

"Sorries, be rights back!" He whispered, pressing the screen to answer. "Oh hei, Rockso!*

"Hows do you even has signals down here?" Skwisgaar called after him as he stepped into the hall, then flopped back onto the pillows to stare at the ceiling, counting the shiny rivets in the metal plating.

This was doable. Tomorrow they would bury more than just a mentor, they would lay to rest their careers as the biggest metal band in existence. The world at large would mourn their passing, but Skwisgaar wouldn't dwell on what's done and over. Not if he had new prospects to look forward to. Something always came along, and he never looked back.

"I tolds Magnus dat I woulds sit wif hims tomorrow." He heard Toki's muffled voice through the crack he'd left in the door.

A shadow passed over his thoughts at the name, like someone walking across his grave. It was uncomfortable to say the least, to have their former guitarist back in the fringes of their lives. Toki had a habit of finding friendship in questionable places, but where the clown was mostly an annoyance and sometimes a financial drain, his relationship with Magnus left Skwisgaar apprehensive. It didn't ease his mind when Toki insisted the older musician was different now. How could he know? He hadn't lived with the man, hadn't walked on eggshells during every rehearsal or songwriting session, hadn't watched as he plunged a knife into a bandmate.

But Magnus had also saved Toki with his insulin. He'd been there for Toki as a shoulder to lean on when the band had started to fall apart, too preoccupied with their own issues to spare a minute for their youngest member.

So maybe Toki was right. Things change; he'd never expected that a wedge could be driven between Nathan and Pickles far enough to end their friendship in such a catastrophic way, but here they were. And if Magnus still harbored any resentment for the band, their breakup was probably a balm to the old wound of rejection. What else could he wish on them? He was probably loving this.

The door scraped shut and Toki slipped back into the blankets gingerly, as if expecting Skwisgaar to be asleep. When he saw that he was still awake, Toki leaned in with a grin.

"Sorries...now, where was we…?" He murmured, capturing Skwisgaar's lips tenderly. "Oh ja, you was tellings me how we's gonna runs away togedders into de sunsets."

"Pfff. Dat am hardlies what I saids."

More kisses peppered his cheek and jaw. "Dats what I heards."

"Well I always knew yous was tone deafs, I didn'ts realize you ams just all de way hards of hearingks." His arm encircled Toki's back as the brunette nestled in again.

"Tells to me about wheres we gonna goes. Tells me about our house on tops of de mountains."

Skwisgaar snorted. Of the two of them, his was not the more vivid and fanciful imagination. But staring up at the blank canvas that the brushed metal panels of ceiling created, he envisioned a future for them to share. They squabbled playfully over locations and home design styles. They named off outlandish things they would fill their home with, like an even bigger ruby metronome or a trampoline room or an indoor pool shaped like a guitar and filled with champagne. They listed places they'd toured that they wanted to visit again, and locations they hadn't been yet but had always hoped to see.

"Can we gets a cat?" Toki asked suddenly, making Skwisgaar laugh airily.

"If we haves to?" He laughed again as Toki nodded against him. "But I'm not cleaningks up after it, dat ams all you, pal."

"Okei." Toki sighed deeply, settling in more comfortably. "Okei. I feels a lots less scareds now about all dis."

His hand glided up from where it had been resting at Skwisgaar's hip to lay warm over his heartbeat.

"I'll miss Dethklok. A whole lots. But now I t'inks I ams acktualies looking forwards to what comes next."

Still staring at the steel plates above, Skwisgaar grinned at the pictures they'd painted in his mind.

"Ja, me toos."

He covered Toki's hand with his own. However much they stood to lose after tomorrow, his heart felt lighter at what they were about to gain together. There was no reason to dwell on what was gone.

Everyone handles grief differently.

Laying on his bunk, Skwisgaar's eyes roamed the scuffed plate ceiling overhead, lingering on rusted rivets and water stains. The imperfections seemed to move and writhe like crawling insects under the influence of whatever handful of pills Pickles had given him. A half-drained bottle of vodka lay cradled against his chest, the mouth stoppered by his thumb. Fire burned in his belly from the alcohol, but cold fury pulsing through his veins tempered it.

He'd been prepared for Dethklok to end, had even accepted the idea that his career as a guitarist was over, diminished to a hobby. Playing guitar was his lifeblood, his purpose, and he'd been about to let that go. What had he been thinking? How had he gotten so wrapped up in fantasy that throwing away his entire self had seemed like a plausible course of action.

Loss of objectivity. Fortunately it seemed to be temporary.

He took a long pull from the bottle, dribbling a little and not bothering to wipe it away. Stupid Toki, needing to be comforted like a child with make-believe bedtime stories. He couldn't just man up and move on like everyone else, like Skwisgaar had been doing since he was a teen, finding his next audition, his next couch to crash on, his next temporary alliance with subpar musicians to make ends meet. It couldn't have been an easier landing for him either, no concerns about hunger or homelessness or deportation hanging over his head. He was set up for success and still couldn't handle it.

Fucking idiot needed so much attention, so much coddling, he'd even run straight into harm's way to try and make a friend. Of all people, he'd had to choose Magnus, that vindictive bastard. Of course he'd still been carrying a grudge, when had he ever let anything go in the past? And they'd known it.

A pair of divots on the ceiling stared back at him, one dark, one catching the light. Glaring back at him mockingly, winking at his impotent rage.

They'd known. They'd known, they knew, they knew.

Skwisgaar knew. And he'd said nothing.

Then he'd watched again, frozen, as Magnus drove a knife into someone close to him.

Skwisgaar thrashed upright, a strangled roar bursting from his lungs as he flung the bottle at the wall. He kicked at the bedside table bolted to the wall, denting it from below, then spun around to tear the sheets from his bunk and hurl them across the room. This wasn't the trade he'd prepared for, this wasn't the deal he'd made with himself.

His eyes fell on his Explorer propped in the corner. He reached for it, wrapping both hands around the ebony fretboard, holding it like an axe and swinging it against the wall. He bashed it into the floor, the dresser, screaming until his throat was raw and the guitar was cracked into useless chunks of wood and fiberglass connected by twisted strings. He dropped the pieces in a heap, sinking to the ground to lean against the side of his bed, his shoulders heaving with labored panting.

The door of his room scraped open, and in his periphery he saw a figure standing, backlit by the dim red glow in the corridor. Broad-shouldered, straight hair dangling about their head. His heart seized for a moment before the figure spoke, shattering his hallucination.

"What are you doing in here?" Nathan's gravelly voice was cautious.

Skwisgaar didn't turn, eyes still focused on the debris ahead of him. The stainless steel guitar strings seemed to wriggle like worms in grave soil, consuming the corpse of his instrument. He waited until he caught his breath before trying to respond.

"What does it looks like I'm doingks?"

Nathan shifted in the doorway. "Losing your mind."

He chuckled mirthlessly.

Loss of sanity? Maybe.

"You've been locked up in there a while. Maybe you should, you know. Come out here. With the rest of the band."

"Fucks off."

Nathan didn't move. Skwisgaar felt the urge to rage at the other man rise in him, to shout in his face, demand to know why it had taken him so long to patch things over with Pickles, why he let it go so far that he'd upset all of their lives so horrifically. But the feeling passed, his body drained from his previous outburst and from trying to filter a pharmacy's worth of substances through his liver.

"We're gonna find him, you know. Charles has people everywhere looking already."

One shoulder rose and fell in a halfhearted shrug. "Whatevers. Who cares."

They could have been a four-piece. If he really wanted to rage at someone it would be his past self. How different would things be right now if he'd never given that gutter rat a chance after missing his audition time? How much of what they achieved would they have really missed out on? How many rerecording sessions and stupid arguments and publicized blow outs could have been avoided? What would they really have been missing?

He certainly wouldn't mourn the loss of a constant source of annoyance. Of an immature tag-along with a hair trigger temper. Of a loud and boisterous whirlwind of silliness and color and sincerity.

Loss of his shadow. Loss of his muse. Loss of his best friend. Loss of his future. Loss of…

Loss of…

He couldn't breathe.

"Just leaves me alone. Please." He gritted out, proud of the steadiness of his voice as his stomach began to roil and his eyes prickled with tears.

Nathan hesitated. "Should I...close this?"

Skwisgaar nodded and after another moment the steel frame clanged shut. His vision blurred as tears welled and spilled over, his breath returning in short gasping puffs which rolled over into sobs that rattled his frame.

They'd had one day. Not even a day. An evening. Hours.

He wept until he was sick, vomiting clear liquor and not much else onto the floor next to the remnants of his guitar. He wept until his tears were spent and his head throbbed in tandem with his heart, even though he didn't understand how the muscle still carried a beat when the rhythm had been taken away.

Eventually he had nothing left. His face felt swollen, his eyes were gritty. Skwisgaar rolled to his hands and knees, avoiding the puddle of sick as he rocked up onto wobbly legs. He looked at the door, wondering if the others were still awake. If they were sitting in the lounge, drowning their sorrows. He felt like he wore a lead weight around his neck, bowing under the pull of it. It might be better just to sleep.

He turned to the naked mattress, but a scrap of blue on the floor near the foot of the bed caught his attention. A faded cotton t-shirt lay where it had been discarded. Skwisgaar stared at it for several long moments. He stepped closer to the bed, to the shirt.

And kicked it underneath the frame and out of sight before turning for the door.

He'd never given much energy to grief. Life was just a punctuated string of losses in the long run. Loss of purpose. Loss of self. Loss of connection. Loss of…

It was all meaningless, really. So why dwell on mourning what you couldn't have back?

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Take it Slow  - Part Twenty-Seven

a/n: okay this is my first shot at a harry:y/n fic, and it will be multiple parts. y/n had a bad experience with an ex over a year ago, and finally accepts her coworker and good friend Niall’s invitation to go on a blind date with his friend Harry.

Warnings: Smut.

Masterpost (all previous parts can be found in the masterpost)

Rachel left around 10 the next morning so you could get ready for the day. You were so happy to have alone time with her. You both didn’t get as much one on one time together as you’d like. You decide on wearing your hair up in your classic high pony, especially since your nephew was starting to get grabby. You put on a pair of skinny jeans and a black sweater. You put a pair of booties on, and wait for Harry.

He keys into your apartment around 12:15. He was getting better about being early for things.

“Love?” You hear him and come out of your room. “Hey cutie.”

“Someone’s in a better mood.” You practically jump into his arms, kissing him on the lips.

“Yeah, sorry again for being a meanie.”

“S’okay, we all have our moments. Ready to go?”

“Yup.”

Harry lets you pick the music for the ride.

“Alright, so please, tell me all your good news.”

“Okay, so yesterday afternoon my supervisor called me into her office, and at first I was scared. But she called me in to tell me that because of the work I did on that project last week, our contract has been extended, thus gaining more business. Apparently a lot of good word has gotten back to the CEO about me. Get this. Not only do they want to pay for grad school, like the whole thing, not just half, BUT they want to give me a raise. Like a significant one with a new title and everything! They want to make me an associate director!”

“Are you kidding me?! That’s incredible baby!” His hand squeezes your thigh. He felt terrible for blowing up at you last night. You could’ve celebrated. “We have to celebrate tonight!”

“I’m so excited! And they said I could pretty much pick whatever program I want as long as it’s online. Don’t say anything to Niall though. They’re planning on bumping him up to, but they plan to talk about it Monday. There’s all this restructuring happening. I’ve only been there two years, I can’t believe it.”

“I’m so happy for you, it’s great they’re recognizing your work! And I know how much you already love it there, this is like icing on the cake.”

“I know! She said they didn’t want to risk losing me.”

“That’s amazing, this is so great.” Harry was beaming. He was so proud of you. “What school do you think you’ll apply to?”

“I’m not sure yet. I need to look over the information my supervisor sent me, and then do some research. I need to figure out what I want to become a master.” He chuckles.

“I’m so proud of you, really.”

“Thanks babe.” You put your hand on top of the one he has on your thigh, and you stay like that for the rest of your drive.

//

Harry brought a ton of equipment with him. It was too cold to take photos outside, so he brought this giant white sheet to hang up in your brother’s living room. It went all over the floor as well, creating a nice background. You were holding your nephew while he was setting some of the lights up.

“Thanks again for coming out to do this.” Your sister in law smiles while clearing some toys out of the way.

“Oh, it’s my pleasure. These are my favorite kinds of photoshoots.” Harry smiles back. He looks over at you lovingly while you rock the baby and talk with your brother. “I brought some props with me, was there anything in particular you were hoping to do?”

“Well, as you can see, we’re all wearing the same sweater. I think we’re trying to go with a season’s greetings vibe? Almost like a winter wonderland? I’m not Jewish, so we didn’t want it to be too overbearing with the religious stuff.”

“Right, yeah we can definitely do that. I can show you some samples too of some after effects. I can edit in some snowflakes, or even a snowman behind ya.”

“Did you hear that honey?” She says to your brother who is laughing with you about something.

“Hm? Yeah, that sounds good.”

“So, we’d like some of the three of us, obviously, some of just him and I, some of just him and daddy, and then some of daddy and I.”

“Alright.”

Harry sets up two different cameras, one on a tripod, and the other around his neck. He connects his laptop to it so the pictures will go right in. You didn’t realize his freelance operation was quite so high-tech. Harry unfolds a collapsible bench, and sticks it on the sheet.

“Okay, so if dad wants to sit on the bench, and them mum can sit right in front.” He comes over to you, gesturing to hand the baby over. “Thank you, hey little guy.” He coos to the baby. “And mum if you wanna have him in your lap…that’s perfect.”

Harry uses his handheld camera for a few test shots, and then goes over to the camera on the tripod. You go behind him to watch them pop up on the screen. He had gotten the lighting perfectly. No shadows, no one looked shiny, you were impressed. You made a funny face to your nephew to keep him happy and smiling.

“How ‘bout one where you’re all sittin’ on the floor?” Harry goes behind your brother to move the bench out of the way. “That’s great.” He snaps a few shots. He tries to get a few candid ones in.

“Do you have a chair or basket you wanted to put him in for his solo shots?”

“Yeah! Let me go grab it.” Your sister in law pulls over a little chair to rest the baby in.

Harry gets in close to get some different angles. Your nephew is mesmerized by the camera, so the pictures come out really good. You loved seeing Harry do his job.

“Mum and the baby next?”

Your sister in law picks the baby up, and gently rocks him. Harry gets a few shots from the still camera, and then goes over to the two of them.

“Let’s get his face on your shoulder, and then have you looking down at him. Mind if I touch ya hair, love?” You and your brother give Harry a funny look.

“Um, not at all.” He moves a few strands of hair from her face.

“Perfect.” Harry moves behind her to get the shot. “Just tilt your head up a wee bit, there ya go.” Another shot. “Dad, can we get ya on the other side of them?” Your brother move where he tells him. “That’s amazing, thank you.”

Harry takes a few more shots of just your sister in law and the baby. Then moves on to your brother and the baby. He got a really good one of him lifting him over his head.

“He’s bein’ so good, haven’t heard a peep yet.” Harry says.

“We fed him right before you guys got here. He snaps the minute he’s hungry.” Your brother explains. “You wanna hold him while we take our pictures?” He asks you.

“Of course!” You take your nephew. “Where’s his bubby in case he gets hungry?”

“In the kitchen, right side of the fridge.” You walk into the kitchen to grab the small bottle, and a rag to throw over your shoulder, just in case.

On cue, your nephew starts crying, but stops the second the nipple of the bottle hits his mouth. You soothe and feed him, sitting down in the rocking chair near the set up. Harry looks over at you, distracted by how gentle and sweet you are. Your brother coughs, grabbing his attention.

“Right.” He walks over to the two of them. “You’re a little stiff, just relax a little. Let’s put this arm here.” He takes your brother’s arm and puts it on the small of his wife’s back. “And you can you put your hand on his chest?” He furrows his brows looking over how they’re standing. “Can you put your other hand in your pocket? Ah! There we go.”

Harry goes over to the tripod, he flashes you a quick smile as you continue to feed the baby. He takes a few photos. You finish feeding your nephew, and sit him up to burp him. Once he does burp everyone starts laughing, and Harry is able to get a great candid shot of the two.

You hand the baby off to his mom so you can help Harry pack up his gear, and get everything into the car. When you both come back in, you see your sister in law has put out some snacks for everyone.

“Mind if I hold him?” Harry politely asks. She passes the baby off to him.

“Mm, this hummus is so good.” You say.

“It’s that fire roasted pepper one.” Your brother says sticking a carrot in. He takes his checkbook out of his pocket. “Harry, wanna talk shop in the kitchen?”

“Sure.” He follows your brother into the kitchen. Your sister in law leans close to you as you both sit on the couch.

“He’s such a doll.”

“I know. And so talented.”

“Incredibly professional. I see why you like him so much, if I heard a man call me love like that in that accent, I wouldn’t have let him go either.” You both giggle. “I’m so glad he was able to squeeze us in, he must be so busy this time of year.”

“You have no idea.” The boys comes back and sit in the area with you. Harry sits right next you, baby still in his arms.

You tell your brother all about your big work news, and how excited you are.

“But don’t tell mom or dad, I wanna tell them myself.”

“Sure thing, so Harry, are you gonna come to our uncle’s Hanukkah party next Saturday?”

“Plannin’ on it yeah.” You and your brother share a look, trying not to giggle.

“It’s a really fun party.” Your sister in law says. “I remember the first time I went.” She giggles. “It’s a great way to be initiated into the family.”

“What are you doing on Christmas this year? Another vacation with your girlfriends?” Your brother asks. You feel shy all of a sudden, and put your hand on Harry’s leg.

“Um…no. I’m actually going to England for a week or so with Harry, to meet his family.” Your brother and his wife look at each other then back to you.

“Does mom know?”

“Yes.”

“Does dad know?”

“No.” He runs a hand through his hair. “Don’t tell him either.”

“He has to know.”

“I’m not saying I won’t tell him, I just don’t need you spilling the beans, and then him calling me freaking out.”

“Why would your dad freak out?” Harry asks, adjusting the baby’s head to rest on his shoulder.

“He just…overthinks every little thing.” You explain. “You think he takes news well, then two days later he has a million different questions.”

“How long are you gone for?” You sister in law asks, trying to break some of the tension.

“The 23rd through the 29th, so literally a week. I’m really excited, I’ve never been to England before. Harry said we’re going to spend a couple days in London too. I’ll get to do all of the touristy stuff.”

“I’m sure it’ll be a lot of fun.” Your brother says. “What will you do for New Year’s?”

“Niall’s having a party.” You look up at Harry. The baby has fully passed out on him. “Oh look at him!” You rub the baby’s back. “You two just had to have the cutest baby in the world, didn’t you?”

“Mind if I take him back? I don’t want him freaking out when he wakes up.” Your sister in law giggles.

“Sure, thanks for the snuggle little guy.” Harry coos to the baby before passing him back over. “Well, I suppose we should get goin’, (y/n) and I are gonna celebrate her big news.” He stands up.

They walk you both to the door. Harry and your brother shake hands.

“Thanks again for everything.”

“No problem, and like I said I should have these for you in the next couple of days, you’ll be able to download all of the images and have them printed wherever.”

//

“So, where do you feel like going tonight? Anywhere you want.” Harry smiles at you in the car.

“Gosh, I don’t know! It would be fun to go somewhere that has dancing. I’m just so jazzed up.”

“That baby is the cutest baby I think I’ve ever seen.”

“Right? Can I ask how much you charged my brother? I hope he didn’t try to stiff you.”

“No, no, he didn’t. In fact, he wanted to overpay me. It all worked out, don’t worry. How come he got so weird about us going to England?”

“I think it’s just cause I’m leaving the country with you. My dad also has a way of putting him in the middle of things.”

“Do you want me there when you tell your dad?”

“God no, I’m gonna tell him over the phone so I can hang up if I need to. I’ll call him next week or something, I’m not really worried about it right now.”

Harry brings you both back to your apartment. You rummage through your clothes to find something to wear.

“We could go to that club a few blocks from here. You know the one that has food til a certain hour, and then the dance floor opens up?”

“Oh yeah! That would be perfect. I haven’t been there in a long time, probably since the summer.” You furrow your brows at the pile of laundry on your bed. “I cannot decide on an outfit! It’s gonna be cold tonight, so I know I should wear pants.” You scratch your head and dig for a pair of dark blue jeans that have a few intentional holes in them. “Hmm, what to wear with these though…oh!” You snatch your black crop top from the top of the pile. It was cute, tank top style, a little low cut, but it had a nice fringe on the bottom for some texture.

“A crop top?”

“Yeah, these pants are pretty high waisted, it looks good together.” You take your clothes off to change. “You know what, I need to find the right bra for this.” You walk over to your dresser and search for one that goes with the shirt. “I bought one to specifically wear with this top.”

Harry goes into your closet to put on a fresh t-shirt and sits on your bed to wait.

“Aha! Found it.” You put the bra and put the top on, and stand in front of him. “See? You can just barely see my piercing.” You point to your belly button. You go into the bathroom to throw a few curls in your hair and run your fingers through so it looks wavy. You put some night time makeup on and feel ready. “All set?”

“Yup.” He wraps his arms around you and gives you a kiss on the top of your head. “Uber’s here, let’s go.”

The bar area of the club was a little crowded when you got there, but because there only two of you (and maybe because you pushed your boobs up when you spoke with the host), you were able to get a small table after only five minutes. Since you were celebrating, you both ordered a big plate of nachos to split, and some tequila shots.

“I’m so glad you like doing tequila too. A lot of people don’t.” Harry says as you two clink the small glasses before tossing them back.

“I know! I don’t get it. I’ve never had a problem with tequila, ever.” You both decide it’s a good idea to stick with the same liquor, so you both order margaritas. “Margaritas and nachos, what could be a better combination of food?” You giggle, diving into the cheesy chips. “So, you’ll actually dance with me tonight?”

“Yes, I will.” He rolls his eyes playfully. “Maybe after a couple more drinks though.”

Harry loved watching you dance. You always had so much fun, and it made him have fun too. He loved hearing you say, “I love this song!”, to just about every song that would come on, and the way you’d yank him closer to you to dance. And you. You loved the way Harry would let loose in times like these, not caring if anyone was looking. The way he would move his hips along with yours, or when he’d stop to twirl you around, the quick kisses you’d share.

You both had a great night. Harry ordered an uber when you both agreed your feet were too tired and you both were just too drunk to keep dancing.

“That was so much fun!” You exclaim twirling around into your apartment. “Thanks again.” You wrap your arms around his neck, deadweighting him.

“Jesus.” He laughs, almost falling to the floor with you. “Alright, time for some water, yeah?” He lifts you up, and sits you down on the kitchen counter. He fills two glasses of water and hands you one. You both take small, slow sips. “I’m glad you had a good time.”

“I always do when I’m with ya.” You slur. He stands between your legs.

“Ready for bed?” You pout. “What?”

“Dontcha wanna love on me?” You run your hands through his hair. He rests his hands on your thighs.

“I do…but maybe in the mornin’, love.”

“Why?” You pout again, really jutting your bottom lip out.

“We’re both a little too drunk.”

“Not you, just I am.” He gives you a half smile.

“You’ll be mad at me if we do anythin’.”

“No I won’t.”

“(y/n).”

You lean down and kiss him, pulling him closer to you. His fingers press into your thighs. Your stomach starts to feel weird, so you let go of him.

“Oh no.” You say and hop off the counter.

“What? What oh no?” He looks at you very concerned.

“I think…I had too much dairy tonight, I don’t feel very well.” You put a hand over your mouth and run down to the bathroom attached to your room.

Harry quickly follows after you, and hears you throw up. He sighs, and goes to get a rag to run under some water, and a hair elastic. After he hears you flush the toilet, he comes in.

“No! Don’t come in, I don’t want you to see me like this!” You turn your face away. You feel him take your hair and put it into the elastic.

“Not the first time I’ve seen someone spew.” He crouches down next to you and presses the rag to your forehead. “Are you lactose intolerant? I didn’t think people threw up from that?”

“I’m sensitive to dairy, so I think because those nachos had so much cheese, plus the combi, the combi, oh no.” Harry stands up and uses his hand to brush back any hair he may have missed in your ponytail. He rubs your back while you vomit again. He pats the damp rag across your forehead again. “I’m so sorry.” You say, flushing the toilet and wiping your mouth.

“It’s alright, love. Happens to the best of us.”

“I think I’m through.” He helps you stand up, and you look at yourself in the mirror. “Yikes.” Your makeup had run down your face from tears. You run the water in the sink and brush your teeth. You turn the hot water on and grab your makeup remover rag. Harry watches you as he stands in the doorway.

“Don’t think I’ve seen someone only yak twice from drinkin’.”

“I told you.” You dry off your face with a hand towel. “It was from the dairy, the cheese.” You make a disgusted face. “Not eating that for a long time.” You look at him and sigh. “That was disgusting, I’m sorry you had to see me like that.” You take your hair out of Harry’s makeshift ponytail, and shake it out.

“S’alright, vomit doesn’t really bother me.” He shrugs, and follows you to your bed. He takes his shirt off, then his pants, and you do the same. He kisses you on your temple before going into the bathroom to do his thing.

You got cozied up in his t-shirt, and got into your side of the bed. He comes out and joins you.

“Sure you’ll be alright?”

“Yeah, I don’t think I’m gonna dry heave or anything.”

“Guess that was one way to sober up. C’mere.” You rest your head on his chest, and he puts an arm around you.

//

The next morning you both wake up around ten. For once, you wake up almost completely on top of Harry. You must have fallen asleep on his chest and never rolled over. You rub your eyes as you start to wake up, and see that he’s sitting up, reading from his book.

“Mornin’.” He says looking down at you with a smile.

“Shower?” He nods yes, and you both get up.

You both brush your teeth before going in. You felt gross from last night still. You peel his t-shirt off and put your hair up. You both step in to the warm water, and stand in it together, arms wrapped around each other. You felt groggier than usual, and could feel slight cramps forming in your lower back. You groan into him.

“Whatsa matter, love?” He says, chin resting on your head.

“Getting my period this week.” You knew that already due to your birth control tabs, but it was still annoying nonetheless. “I’ve got the precramps.”

“Better to get it now than while we’re away though right? Less things you’ll have to pack.”

“That’s true. I hate getting it when I’m traveling.” You nestle into his chest more.

Harry takes your chin between his fingers and tilts your head up to look at him. He leans in and gives you a soft kiss on the lips. You nuzzle your noses together, making you smile. You wrap your arms around his neck, and go up on your tiptoes so you can kiss him properly. His hands moving down to squeeze your butt. You feel him harden against you, and you press yourself more on him. You tongue enters his mouth to find his, and you’re happy when you’re greeted with his.

You push him back against the cold tile, taking him by surprise a bit. Harry’s mind can’t help but race. If you would let him, he’d pick you up and put you against the wall. He would drive into you with his hard cock and have you screaming his name. But no…he couldn’t have that yet, and it was driving him nuts. He was genuinely curious, though, about exactly what you planned to do with him right now.

You lace your fingers through his hair, and gently tug. Your mouth moves to his neck and you bite down on him. He groans, tilting his head back. You push your body as close as you possibly can to him, as you suck on his skin harder. What is she trying to do to me? He asks himself. You reach down between the two of you, and wrap your hand around his throbbing cock. He sucks in a breath as you work your thumb over his leaking tip. You lean your forehead against his chest as you look down. You take a deep breath as you rub him against you.

“Woah!” He flinches. “What’s, um, what’s happening right now?”

“I just…” You look up at him. “I just wanna rub the tip against my clit. Can I do that? Please?” He blinks at you. “And then I’ll suck you off, okay? I’m not trying to tease, I just wanna feel you against me.”

“O, okay.”

You look back down, and move his tip to rub against your clit. The contact felt amazing to you both. His slick tip rubbing against your clit had your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“Fuck.” He groans, eyes closed and teeth clenched. His hands move to your breasts, and knead them, needing something to hold onto.

You move one of your legs up around one his legs so you can get a better angle. Harry pries his eyes open to watch your hand around him.

“I’m, I’m not gonna last much longer.” He says, panting.

You drop to your knees and take him into your mouth. His hands rest gently on your shoulders, not wanting to pull your hair in fear of triggering you again. His hips thrust forward, hitting the back of your throat. You need to use one hand to pump him, not able to take all of him into your mouth. Your other hand was on his hip, fingers pressing harshly into him.

“God, you take it so well.” He says through a moan. You groan against him, and the vibration makes his hips roll further. His nails are digging into your shoulders as you bob faster on him. “Fuck, (y/n), I’m gonna come!” His hot come splurts into your mouth, and you swallow every last drop.

You stand up, and rinse your mouth out in the shower water. Harry quickly pulls you over to him, pushing you against the tiles this time. He kneels in front of you, and connects his mouth to your clit. Your hands go right to his hair. He holds on your thighs up so he can get his tongue inside you easier. You almost lose your balance.

“Ah! Harry!” You moan. “Please, please just take me to the bed!”

He stands up, both of your pupils are blown out. He quickly turns the water off, kneels back down, and lifts you up over his shoulder. Neither of you care that you’re soaking wet, you’ll just throw the blankets in the dryer later.

Harry puts you down on the bed, and gets on top of you. He kisses you firmly, you stick your tongue in his mouth and he sucks on it. You moan loudly as his thumb presses down on your clit.

“You really want it, don’t you?” He asks, biting down on your collar bone.

“Fuck! Yes, I do. So bad. Please, let me feel your fingers.” Harry’s jaw clenches, he should have known that’s what you meant. But his small glimmer of hope told him you wanted more than that.

He bites down on you harder, sucking on your skin, leaving a nice purple bruise in its place. He had to do this. He had to get his frustration out somehow. And you were letting him. His fingers plunge inside you, making your hips buck up towards him.

“I love how wet and tight you are, it feels amazing.” He says into your ear, taking the skin just underneath between his teeth. Your nails sink into his shoulders. They rake down his back as he pumps in and out faster.

Your hands grip onto his butt, and your nails sink into his cheeks as you move your hips to grind against his hand. He bit down on your neck harder, he was hard again, there was no doubt about that. He grinds himself against one of your hips.

“Harry, fuck!” He hit that spot that you love so much. He didn’t even need to rub your clit to make you come, this felt good enough. “Harry!” You’re screaming his name. You weren’t sure what made you feel so hot today, maybe it was the hormones, but you didn’t care. You didn’t care if your neighbors heard you screaming either.

You release all over his fingers, he removes himself from your quickly, and grips himself. He jacks off onto your stomach. Your mouth falls even further open at the sight. He collapses next to you as you both catch your breaths.

“Holy shit.” You say, closing your eyes.

“Sorry, I, it was just…I had to come again.” He says looking down at your stomach.

“It’s okay.” You smile at him. “I can’t always be the one to come more than once.”

“Let me go get a rag to wipe you up with.”

“No, it’s okay.” He raises an eyebrow at you and you giggle. “I’m gonna go hop back in the shower quick. Could you throw these blankets in the dryer while I’m in there.”

“Mhm.” You kiss him quick.

“Thanks.”

You get up and go into the bathroom. You gasp when you see yourself in the mirror. You put your hand over your mouth so he doesn’t hear, and you close the door. You inspect the many large, purple bruises on your neck and collar bone. These were going to be hard to cover, and they were going to take a long time to heal. You rinse off quick, and wrap yourself in a towel. Harry is in the kitchen making smoothies.

“Love, I made breakfast.” He smiles handing you a glass.

“Thank you.” You take a sip. “Mm, yum!” You take another big sip and put your glass down. “Um, babe?”

“Yeah?” He looked so good, just standing there in his tight black boxers. You rub your hand over your neck. “Jesus.” He pulls your hand away. “Shit, I did a number on you huh?”

“Yeah, in a couple different spots.” You had two prominent love bites on your neck, and two more on your collar bone. He rubs his thumb softly over them.

“Did it hurt?”

“Um…yes, but…not in a bad way.” You blush. You look up at his neck. “I gave you a pretty good one too.”

“Mhm.” He smiles.

“You don’t mind?”

“Nah, they heal pretty quickly. They’re not that noticeable on my skin. But you’re a little fairer than I am.”

“They’re just hard to cover with makeup. I’ll need to wear a scarf or something. Um…I like getting them, I like the way they feel. Just…when you feel the need to bite me that hard, could you find a more discrete spot?” Harry cocks his head and looks at you. He takes a sip of his smoothie.

“But if I did that, how would everyone around you know you had a boyfriend?” He walks by you, leaving you stunned, and sits down on your couch. You sit down next to him, sipping on your breakfast. “I mean, that’s how everyone knows I’m seein’ someone.”

“It’s just not very…professional. People will notice, and talk. Otherwise I wouldn’t care where you did it.”

“But I like it best on your neck. It’s my favorite place to bite into. You’d deprive me of that?” You were sweating. If he kept talking to you like that, you weren’t sure how much longer you’d last before your lips were wrapped around him again.

“N, no. You can do it without leaving such a large mark can’t you? I mean, what if my family saw?”

“Alright, ya got me there.” He fake pouts. “Guess I can try to be more careful.” He sighs. “Anythin’ ya need to do today?” You mean other than you? You thought to yourself.

“Hmm, I wouldn’t mind going to Walmart, I’m low on some stuff. But you don’t need to come with if that doesn’t sound like fun.” You laugh.

“Nah, I need some stuff too, now that I think about it.”

“Great, I’ll drive us.” He frowns. “Am I a bad driver or something?”

“What? No! I just prefer driving.”

“Why?” He just shrugs at you. “Well, I would like to drive if that’s okay.”

“Alright.” You get up, and he watches you walk into your room. Something about your ass shaking in a towel made him smile. He gets up to follow you.

The second you dropped your towel, Harry’s arms were wrapped around you, pressing your back to his chest. You giggle as he presses kisses to your neck and shoulder.

“Harry…”

“What?” He whispers in your ear.

“We’ll have all day to do this, but we need to go to the store now, okay?” He rolls his eyes and lets go of you.

“All day, huh?” That shit eating grin covers his face, and this time you roll your eyes.

“You’re ridiculous.”

[pezberry-week]

So I have to admit this is a little bit of a cheat for my Pezberry Secret Santa fill for @angel-hummel - as in, it’s both my present fill and a prompt fill for my 25 Days of Christmas (AO3) fic collection. As it is, I have plans to revisit this someday, but I hope you enjoy this self contained bit anyway. Happy Pezberry Secret Santa, angel-hummel!

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Day 21: Character A is pretending to be their friend’s lover for the sake of the friend’s family. Character B is said friend’s sibling.

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“Santí! Come down and meet your brother’s girlfriend!”

“That’s really not necessary.” Rachel smiled at Maribel, hoping the woman wouldn’t see her unease. “If she’s busy we can always meet later.”

“Nonsense. It’s time for her to come down anyway.” Frowning, Maribel sighed, saying under her breath, “That girl,” before taking a step on the staircase, rapping harshly against the wall. “Santí! Get off the computer and come meet Rachel! Your brother’s girlfriend!” She turned her head, smiling at Rachel, “I’m so sorry. She’s always playing around with those music programs of hers.”

“Puck did tell me that she worked for Big Machine Records…” Rachel tried to placate, starting to feel even more awkward than she originally had when she’d first walked into her friend’s father and step-mother’s house as his fake girlfriend. “Perhaps she’s busy mixing and can’t hear you?”

Maribel huffed. “That would be just like her. Here,” she turned, descending the step she’d taken, “Can you be a dear and fetch her for me? I have to check on dinner, and this way you can introduce yourself.”

Blinking, feeling a little blindsided, Rachel barely had the chance to agree before Maribel was hustling her up the stairs, calling out a thank you as she turned to make her way back to the kitchen. Figuring there was no point in pausing in the middle of the stairs, she finished her walk up, pausing and wavering at the top before sighing and squaring her shoulders, turning to the hall of doors. About to start worrying about which she should knock on, she relaxed when she could see a door proudly proclaiming, “Santana’s Room Keep Out!!!” from where she stood. That was lucky.

The door opened after Rachel’s second smattering of hesitant knocks, Rachel still pulling her hand away. “I told you, Mamí, I have a deadline I have to – – you’re not mom.”

Beautiful brown eyes blinked down at her. Framed by thick, curly bangs and above a thin nose and plush, red lips, Santana Lopez practically took Rachel’s breath away. When the striking eyes narrowed, Rachel realized she was still staring, and she took a step back, shoving her hands behind her back so they wouldn’t fidget in front of her. “I’m Rachel. R-Rachel Berry,” she stuttered, “Puck’s… Girlfriend.”

“You don’t sound so confident about that,” Santana smirked at her, leaning against the side of her doorway.

Red slashed across Rachel’s face. “Oh, no, I am. I, er, just…” Trailing off, she remembered herself, standing forward to offer her hand, “It’s nice to meet you.”

Untangling her arm from the doorway, Santana accepted the handshake, and suddenly long, warm fingers were wrapped around Rachel’s. “Rachel, eh? Puck’s bandmate?” She made vocal bunny ears, “The tiny fellow Jew hottie?”

More red bloomed on Rachel’s cheeks. “Ah, yes, that’s me. Apparently…” She’d have to have a talk with Puck about how he described her in the future. Not wanting to relinquish the handshake, but knowing she had to before it became weird, Rachel pulled her hand back, Santana’s grip briefly tightening before releasing her, sliding her hand into the pocket of her skinny jeans. Following the motion, Rachel wondered why she’d thought it be a good idea to wear one of her ‘best impression wholesome girl’ dresses when she could have worn something like what Santana was and have given her an extremely different impression than what she was probably giving her.

“Seems like a pretty accurate description,” Santana smiled, bringing Rachel’s attention back up to her face.

Rachel laughed self-consciously. “You should hear how he describes you.”

Fine eyebrows rose. “Oh, you’ve gotta tell me.”

“Well, you know…” Taking a second to come up with a response, Rachel affected her voice lower, “’Santana Puckerman? My totally pain in the ass step-sister.’”

Rolling her eyes, Santana shook her head, a smirk still curling her lips up. “He just never stops complaining about when I almost castrated him with a s’mores fork, doesn’t he?”

“What?”

“We were eight.”

“Wait, his pain is literal?”

“I’m sure you’ve seen his ass. Is the scar still visible?”

“That’s… Actually not something I would know.” Thank god.

“Really?” Santana’s eyebrows shot up again. “Normally bro’s faster with getting his chicks naked. Boy does not know how to do the romance.”

“And you do?” Rachel immediately lobbed back, both out of curiosity and automatic defense of her friend.

Santana smirked. “I’m sure you’ve heard the tales about me. What do you think?”

Opening her mouth, Rachel was saved from making some obvious and pathetic attempt at not being flirty by the loud racket of Puck loping up the stairs. “Babe,” he called out carelessly, swinging himself around the banister, “Stop flirting with my sis and come make me look good. Mom’s wantin’ us all down there.”

“Puck,” Rachel snapped, not bothering to hide her mortification at his words as Puck wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her into his side.

Puck smirked at Santana. “Ain’t she hot?”

Again, “Puck,” and Rachel elbowed his side, using his indrawn breath and flinch to disentangle herself, stepping aside and straightening her dress.

Santana surveyed them curiously, a lazy tilt of her lips showing her amusement. “At least this one seems to know how to handle you,” she teased, shaking her head; disappearing into her bedroom – Rachel getting a glimpse of black and white and a sumptuous looking bed – she called over her shoulder, “Give me a sec to save my work and I’ll be there.”

Once Rachel was secure she was far enough away to be able to hold a furiously whispered conversation, she rounded onto Puck. “You,” she jutted her finger at him, “Didn’t tell me how… Attractive she was!”

That elicited a loud, full-belly laugh, Puck even going so far to pretend to wipe away tears. “You’ve seen pics, haven’t ya?”

“Those were crazy, unflattering ones, and you know it!”

Still laughing, Puck shook his head, urging Rachel down and in front of him, meeting his mother in the kitchen. “Well now you know, eh?”

Giving Maribel a calm, benign smile, Rachel elbowed him again the second she was turned away.

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A couple of hours later, gathered at the family table with a mug of spiked eggnog and reams of awkward, fake relationship comments behind her, Rachel couldn’t look away from Santana.

“You’re being obvious,” Puck teased, breath hot against her ear, lips curled up.

“Not caring,” Rachel lilted back, raising her mug in a toast when prompted, her tongue lapping up foam when it clung to her upper lip.

A strong finger poked her side. “Have you forgotten you’re my girlfriend?” he prodded.

Rachel grit her teeth. Turning her head, angling back to glare at him, she humphed. “Shhh. You, grateful, me going to ogle if I want to.”

“You do so criminally rarely ogle,” Puck hummed agreeably. “Should I let slip that you’re an out and proud bisexual?”

Rachel didn’t feel bad about the strength of the kick behind the side of her foot impacting her bandmate’s shin. She took a sip of her eggnog to cover the proud smirk at his fumbling of covering up the reason for his squeak. As her eyes traveled along aimlessly, she had to stop and blink, a blush covering her cheeks at the dark eyes smirking at her. Well. At least it was only Santana who had seemed to catch on. Rachel softly cleared her throat. “Dear, you alright?”

“No thanks to you,” Puck hissed, but gathered himself. “Hey, sis,” he abruptly burst out, motioning at Santana when both Abby and Santana looked at him, “Now that Show and Tell’s done with me n’ Rache, how ‘bout you? Got any hot tail in LA?”

“Noah,” Maribel sighed from her spot down the table, lowering her mug to the table, “Must you speak like that? I swear, I don’t know where you and Santana got it.”

Santana and Puck exchanged grins. “Lima Heights Adjacent,” they chorused.

Maribel closed her eyes. “We never lived in Lima Height Adjacent.”

“Tell that to the jocks and nerds who were terrified of Santana in high school,” Puck laughed. He affected his voice, lifting his hands, “’I’m ‘bout to go Lima Heights Adjacent on your ass if yous don’ts. Step. Offs. Afores I ends you.’”

Santana grinned. “You forgot the razors ‘all up in my weave’.”

Abby tched, rolling her eyes. “I went to William McKinley after you guys and heard nothing. So I think you’re lying. Or exaggerating.”

Grinning, her teeth biting lightly on the rim of her mug, Rachel watched the play-by-play. She jerked, cheeks glowing bright as Santana suddenly winked at her.

“Puh-lease. Puck was the one exaggerating,” Santana grinned, tossing her hair and adopting a teasing tone, “Who was the one who was a ‘sex shark’ who died if they stopped having sex?”

“Ay Dios mio and the Mother Mary!” Maribel groaned, her palm slapping on the table, stopping Puck’s retort, “Who raised you children? Have you no tact? Do I need to hear this, hmm?”

Santana snorted. “Ask your son, Mamí. He’s the one who used that excuse.”

“Oh, and you didn’t use tricks to get the girls into your bed,” Puck snapped, looking actually insulted, his chin and chest jutting forward.

Santana clicked her tongue at him. “Unlike you, I didn’t need to.”

“Oh god,” Abby muttered, hands covering her face, “Stop! Forget about need, I don’t want to hear this!”

“I agree,” Rachel chimed in, steel filling her voice as she pressed her hand into Puck’s thigh, stopping him. “Noah.” She didn’t actually really care, having made peace with how much of a horn dog her friend was years ago, but she figured his girlfriend probably wouldn’t be amused at all.

Puck frowned at her. “Why do you care? You’ve always listened to me talk about girls…” he asked, Rachel’s eyes widening as she figured out, before him, what he was saying.

Rachel didn’t dare look at the stares she could feel until, taking a deep breath and pasting a large smile on her face, she looked up with a, “We… Have a very open relationship.”

The first person she looked at was Santana, who quirked her eyebrows at her. “How open?”

“Santana Maria Puckerman, please stop antagonizing your brother’s girlfriend.”

“Who’s antagonizing?” Santana asked ‘innocently’, hands raised, “It’s a legitimate question.”

Though obviously a little uncomfortable with the confession, Maribel helped (made) the conversation pivot, and with only a few moments of grumbling and heated glares at his sister, Puck settled down. Doing so as well, though expressing it with a dark smirk instead, Santana hummed, turned to Rachel, winked again, and only turned away in satisfaction as Rachel’s ears heated up.

Rachel had a week more of this. Of Santana.

Rachel’s teeth bit lightly into the rim of her eggnog mug.

Oh god.

[daysswithyou]

Fallen Chapter 10: Used to you

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Characters: DAY6 Young K x OC (Rachel)

Genre: angst, fake dating, high school romance, fluff, romance

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After the basketball finals, you and Esther both became regulars at their basketball training sessions. Or rather, Esther became a regular, and you got dragged along with her rather unwillingly. --- Esther throws her stationary into her pencil case the moment your homeroom teacher Mr Kim dismisses the class, stuffing all her personal belongings into her bag under a record of one minute. "Are you running away from something? Why are you so fast?" "To be exact, I'm running towards someone." "And that person would be?" "Jae. Basketball training starts in 30 minutes so I've got a short window of time to eat with him." "Alright, go on to meet your lover boy." You laughed as you whispered those words to Esther, turning back to face the Math question at hand. "Join me for their basketball trainings." "Oh no, I'd rather not. Sports isn't really my kind of thing." "It's a statement, not a question. Pack your bags now and let's go!" With that, Rachel began to take it upon herself to help you pack, shoving your stationary into your pencil case. "Wha- I never said I was going!" Shouldering your bag just as you said the last word, Esther left the classroom in a flash, leaving you to chase after her as she took off down the hallway. ---

That was how you found yourself trailing after Jae and Esther into the basketball court, using Jae’s taller frame to hide yourself whilst attempting to run away at the same time. Esther maintains a tight grip on your bag strap so it was impossible to break free and eventually, you gave up when Jae announces your arrival.

“Yo Kang! Don’t bother calling your girl, she’s here.”

On cue, Jae and Esther step to the side to reveal you at the back, and you get the best view of Brian’s reaction from the moment he knows you’re here, to the moment he finally sees you.

He snaps his head up when he hears Jae’s voice, his fingers just hovering above the dial icon beside your name. His eyes grow wide as his eyebrows shoot up, turning his body around frantically to find you. When he finally sees you, everything else fades out, and all you can see is him, each moment now moving in slow motion.

Both of you lock eyes instantly, and he immediately breaks out into a wide smile, his eyes turning into curves. Still grinning, he stands from his seat and you feel your breath hitch as he gets closer and closer. You memorise his every move as he makes his way over, from the way his hair bounces up and down to the way his hands swing out at a precise angle. When he finally stands in front of you, that’s when everything becomes a little clearer, and you start to notice every little thing about him that you have never bothered to know about before. Small strands of hair are now sticking out from his bed of hair due to the running before, the crinkles in his eyes showing; you count two lines on his right eye and one of his left. He can’t stop the wide smile on his face, trying to hide his teeth to seem normal, but then showing them again just because he cannot contain his excitement upon seeing you. He soon expresses his excitement verbally, causing you to blush from his comments.

“Oh! You’re here! I was just about to call you before Jae came in, hoping that you’ll still be in school. I’m happy that you’re here, it feels like I haven’t seen you in so long.”

You smile, shaking your head a little at his exaggeration. It has only been two days since he last saw you; you had lunch with the team as usual yesterday, but he was in the hospital for a checkup.

“I just saw you two days ago Brian Kang, it was not that long ago.”

But I missed you.

“Ah, really? I must have forgotten then, been spending too much time in the hospital.”

Brian Kang knew that he probably seemed like an overly excited puppy at this point in time, and he was trying his best to seem normal by not smiling widely. Yet, he just really couldn’t keep his excitement in, the corners of his lips still lifting up slightly as he continued to look at you.

Likewise, you found it hard not to smile at his adorable behaviour, your lips immediately curving into a soft smile as you instinctively reach a hand up to smooth the stray strands of hair back down onto his head.

Your little action caused a commotion amongst the team, the rest of the boys crowding around you to tease you about it. Wonpil was at the forefront of all the action, wriggling into your personal space before slyly asking you,

“Oh~ what was that for~”

You jump at this close proximity, retracting your hand from Brian’s hair in a flash.

“Y-Y-Ya! Don’t come so close Kim Wonpil! It’s nothing! His hair was messy so…”

“If it’s nothing, why are you so flustered Rachel?”

Wonpil leans back, folding his arms across his chest as his lips form a knowing smirk, his eyes narrowing as he raises his eyebrows at you.

You’re running out of reasons to justify your actions, and you can only continue to stare at Wonpil with eyes blown wide. Thankfully, Brian steps in front of you to shield you from Wonpil’s prying eyes, his hands closing around your wrists gently as he pulls you behind him.

“Ay cut her some slack Wonpil, it’s just a small gesture, nothing much.”

“If fixing your hair is nothing much, a…kiss should be nothing much too… right?”

“YA!”

This time, both of you jump at the same time, incredulous looks planted on your faces.

“Aish! Both of you look so cute together! Why not?”

Now, the boys are all chanting your names, egging both of you on. Glancing to Brian, you see him swallow thickly as his grip on your wrist tightens. Neither of you are making moves, but it also seems like the team will not back off until they get what they want. The pressure slowly begins to build as more eyes begin to focus their attention on the both of you, and finally Brian relents.

In a split second, Brian leans down to place a quick kiss to your cheek, before resuming his original position.

“There, I did it. Are all of you happy now?”

The boys respond with boos and frowns, some of them even going so far as to shake their heads and jerking their thumbs downwards. The crowd only dissipates when Brian begins to kick his legs at them, and he actually manages to land one on chief trouble maker Kim Wonpil, whom manages to dodge his second kick and runs off as peals of laughter escapes his lips, absolutely delighted that he managed to tease the high and mighty Brian Kang.

Brian turns back to face you with a sheepish grin once the boys are all back in the locker rooms to get ready for the training session, finding it hard to make eye contact with you now.

“I’m really sorry about that just now… I hope –”

“Don’t sweat it, they wouldn’t have stopped hounding you if you hadn’t done it.”

He lets go off your wrist to scratch the nape of his neck in embarrassment, his heart swelling at your statement, thankful that you didn’t mind the close contact.

“Let’s take a seat? Coach is going to be here any time soon.”

On cue, their coach walks in, and you can see all the boys run out from the locker room in a flash, immediately making themselves present on court and ready to receive the next set of instructions. It doesn’t take long before the boys are being sent to run rounds around the court, and do sets for physical training. Brain sits out of the entire training, his arm in a sling making him unable to play on court. You can tell that he’s itching to get on court and throw a few hoops, judging from the way he keeps rapidly tapping his leg against the floor. Hoping to turn his attention away from his inability to play, you decide to launch a series of questions at him.

“Is Dowoon doing well?”

“Oh Dowoon-ie? Yea he’s doing great actually! He catches on really quickly, and he’s got good form. We’re really lucky to pick up this gem this year.”

“Then what about Wonpil? Since he’s also a junior player.”

Brian gladly answered all the questions you had regarding basketball, using a single hand to gesture wildly at the members, pointing out their positions and specific game play to you. You listen with rapt attention, hoping to understand this sport that he has so much passion for.

And in the process, know more about Brian Kang as a person.

3 hours of official training passed as you both continued talking, and when it’s time for free play, Brian immediately rushes out on court, tackling Sungjin that has the ball in hand. That leaves you alone with Dowoon, whom makes his way over to you with two cartons of milk in hand.

Passing one to you, he said, “I wanted to give one to Brian hyung but since he ran away… you take one, noona, and I’ll take the other.”

“Thanks, Dowoon. Sit down, training must be tiring right?”

“Yea it is. It’s fun when we just get to play a game but now that nationals are over, Coach is focusing more on technique, which is really tough.”

“Brian told me you’re doing well though.”

You turn to tell him as you sip on your drink, watching his reaction closely. You know that Dowoon gets shy when he receives compliments, and you watch on eagerly to see his flustered reaction – and he does exactly what you expected him to do.

Dowoon bows his head as he opens his milk carton, smiling shyly as his ears slowly turn red.

“Ah...really?”

“Really. You’re doing great Dowoon, well done.”

You give the shy boy a pat on the shoulder to encourage him, and he glances over at you quickly before turning his head back to the front to look upon his older brothers in admiration, unsure of how to appropriately respond to your praise. It was not like you minded his lack of words – that was just Yoon Dowoon’s style. So you continued sipping on your drink nonchalantly, turning your attention back to the boys on court. In particular, one rascal with a sling called Brian Kang. He twists and dodges on court, never letting his injury stop him at any point. You continue fixing your eyes on him until captain Sungjin calls for the end of the training session, and the team dissipates. Brian makes his way back to you, reaching for the carton of milk in your hand, which you hand over without question. It seems like having lunches with him made both of you naturals at sharing food now.

The first meeting with the rest of the team was awkward but having Dowoon and Brian by your side made things less awkward. If coming for training sessions meant getting to know Brian and Dowoon better, it wasn’t such a bad proposition.

I could get used to this.

[ramblesofadreamerofthestars]

Anne With An E S03Ep08 “Great And Sudden Change”

 - Ka’kwet! Oh you brilliant starfish child, you saved yourself and got away. Also, this milkman, is this the same one from the beginning of s1? 

- Ahhhhh Diana and Anne. This h u r t s

- Fucking hell I knew it.They burned down the school. Bitch what the Fuck. They really going to try and pretend like this was an accident? You Stole the Printing Press.

- Wow props to the actors for this scene, their devastation over this cruelty cuts deep. And Ms. Stacie coming through once again as a brilliant teacher, and someone to look up to. 

- Anne your fury is as always righteous and you’re doing amazing sweetie but Rachel probably isn’t the right target. Oh... Rachel. Her character definitely has it’s ups and downs but I’m glad she’s taking an active stance in this.

- Ka’kwet is so capable and intelligent, I Love Her. I hope she makes it home so badly, she deserves to be loved and cherished and I hope I hope I hope that this leads to the rest of the children at the residential school being saved. Knowing what I know of history, I doubt it. 

- Once again, I’m really glad Moira chose to include this and made it such a major plot in season 3, because this is a part of history that is glossed over in classrooms and absolutely should Not be

- Ooooh Hazel LaCroix has arrived. This should be interesting, based on how Bash has spoken about his mother in the past. I hope she’s here to reconcile and make up for past mistakes, Bash could really use some good things going for him right now. 

- lksjdlfjfldsj Moody and Ruby are so cute they snuck up on me and I adore them

- Anne and Gilbert sitting together by the window... completely relaxed and bodies angled to each other... poetic cinema

- Lol, Ms.Stacie being a mood as always

- Shirbirt is so cute I can’t

- aslkdckej what is this trilling music?? Is she casting a spell???

- oof. sorry Anne

- OOF. DIANA AND JERRY. WOW THIS HURTS! WOW THIS HURTS A LOT. Diana. Diana you don’t have to do this. Literally all you have to say is “no of course I’m not too good for you. This is just... painful. 

- AUNT JOSEPHINE? how did she know to come? Disturbance in the force? Also loving this music as Diana walks toward herself in the mirror’s reflection, very reminiscent of montage music set to a character undergoing a significant change in who they present themselves to be.

- Diana. I could write an entire essay on my feelings about Diana. She feels so trapped and for a few brilliant moments it seemed like she was breaking free and learning to take what she wanted in life, but she seems so scared now, and so lost and confused. Of course she’s going to say she’s going to finishing school - it’s what her parents have been molding her into for her entire life, and of course in this moment when she’s so lost on what to do next she’d fall back on the already laid out plan for her. And yet even so, I wish  she would write the exams, just like Josephine says. Better to try, and know that it’s an option then shooting yourself in the foot. Oh Diana, my beautiful imperfect daughter, I want you to have all the happiness and freedom you deserve, not to be stifled by ridiculous notions of society

- (I have a lot of feelings about Diana Barry)

- ayyyyy Auntie Jo really went “ya basic” huh. Diana please wake up, listen to your aunt. But wow, this must be heartbreaking for Diana, it must really feel like everyone is leaving her. 

- Oof and here we have Hazel’s first big indicator that her son’s life is not the same as her own. I really don’t blame her for falling back on the only thing’s she’s known her entire life, but you can see where that desire and drive to protect her son ends up hurting him. 

- ... Anne’s geometry prep seems so easy is this really all you needed to get into uni

- Matthew. “You’re as smart as they make them” he as so much faith in her, both him and Marilla and WOW I love the Cuthberts. 

- LET! KA’KWET! MAKE! IT! HOME! SAFE!

- this is the most awkward tea everYES! YES DIANA PLEASE BE GOING TO WRITE THE QUEEN’S EXAM. Josephine’s little knowing smirk is everything I Love This

- Wow. Ya ok wow this is exactly what exam prep is like and I feel this panic in my soul. Y’all are going to do great!

- Ahh! Their shouts of Diana are so good for the soul and look at how alive she looks this is So Good!! She’s so happy and proud of herself, I’m so proud of her

- No seriously, was this literally all it took to get into university....

- ... Y’all this pen going to come back isn’t it

- ahhh this is giving me flashbacks and anxiety No Thanks. Good luck to all of them (except Billy if he’s there, fuck Billy)

- Absolute legend Marilla teaming up with force of nature Rachel, get fucked you angry old boiled socks

- YES! YES LOOK AT THEM GO THEIR SO BRIGHT AND BEAUTIFUL AND ALIVE AND THEY’RE STILL CHILDREN AND YET NOT QUITE ANYMORE AND LOOK AT HOW HAPPY AND FREE THEY ARE RUNNING OUT OF THE EXAM.

- wow it’s real “Excitement over one stage of life ending but what comes next hours” huh

- yes Diana live your best fucking life! I’m so proud of all of them but her especially I’m so glad she chose this. 

- Ah. The Rose household. So glad we’re here.

- In all seriousness though, nothing against Winnie she’s amazing in her own right but she’s not the one for Gilbert and the sooner he realizes this the sooner they can both move on with their lives.

- Wow. Mr. Winnie’s Dad sir, you’re sure being super subtle about this

- Side note, I know their all growing up and it’s different back then with expectations of age, but he’s just... so young. Gilbert is so young and Winnie is already so much more experienced then him. 

- Yes! Yes this is what I want! These kids deserve a night to just Have Fun and be as wild and carefree as their hearts desire. Their growing up yes, but they’re not grown up now, and I’m so happy with the pure light and joy emanating from these kids. 

- Oh my gods. Oh my Gods. The soft fairy music, the fire light. Anne is a beautiful creature of sparks and magic, ethereal and fae and look at how Gilbert looks at her. He loves her so much oh my gods this is perfection thank you Moira for my life. 

- ...I’m so soft

- Holy Fuck my heart. “Just...one thing” he’s so gone on her and she’s falling so deeply for him. 

- lmao Anne’s drunk out of her fucking mind Gilbert this was a terrible time to do this is2g these two

- He’s so fucking heartbroken baby. Y’all need to learn to communicate Gilbert she wasn’t rejecting you I’m so ahhhhh

- Wow! These two really be on the same braincell energy. Soulmates!

-Bash, I adore you so much his and Gilbert’s relationship is so well done and I love him and the way he teases Gil. Also Bash has been team Shirbert since the beginning and his little dance is everything. Lmao the difference between when he though Gil was going to marry Anne vs when it was Winnie...telling.

- “Now now, no need to be hysterical” FUCK EM UP MARILLA AND RACHEL!!! FUCK EM UP RACHEL!!!

- I have no words for Ka’kwet’s reunion with her mother and her people besides that now I’m crying

- wow, Minnie May serving up truth to both Diana and about the unrealistic expectations placed on siblings when placed in competition with each other

- yes Marilla! look at her go! Also Anne I know you’re dealing with a lot but like... you maybe want to show a bit more enthusiasm?!?!

- thank you. Thank you So Much for Diana and Anne, this is amazing and I’m so glad my two beautiful daughters have come through this stronger and better than ever. 

- “ Here's the truth: friendships between women are often the deepest and most profound love stories” - Emily Rapp            ~perhaps a point was made

- Wow that’s really how we’re going to end that huh!

Final Thoughts:

F i n a l l y Anne has said it out loud. I can’t wait for the absolute disasters that are sure to prevent these one braincell geniuses from actually talking to each other. No but for real, I’m so excited for the next stage of their relationship, though I’m sure it will be just as agonizing to watch them figure out how to move forward. Ka’kwet is home safe! While I really just want her to stay and be happy with her life, I doubt that is what will happen. Nevertheless, she’s amazingly strong and intelligent and the injustices done to her in the series are sickening, and it’s important to remember that all these things really happened to the indigenous population in Canada, and that reconciliation and amendments are still in the works today. The last residential school in Canada close in 1996. This is not a distant memory of the past, it is a crisis, the ripple effect still being felt in the indigenous communities today. Bash and his mother have such an interesting dynamic, as it’s clear that her life experiences and her love for her son cause her to act in ways that while done with the best intentions, end up hurting him, and it will be interesting to see how awae handles this. And finally, my girls, Anne and Diana. I’m so proud of Diana this episode, for taking yet another step closer to her own freedom, and I’m so proud of the two of them for recognizing their mistakes and refusing to let it come between them. Next episode, I assume will deal with the fallout of Ka’kwet running away from the school, Gil about to propose to Winnie and what Anne plans to do now that she knows what she is feeling, and expansion on Bash and Hazel’s relationship and I can’t wait. 

[thenixkat]

Animorphs notes 3

Book 3

Narrated by Tobias. Getting all of the white kids out of the first I guess

Tobias forgets the color of his eyes after a few weeks as a bird. But he remembers that he had blond hair and was kinda big.

Tobi has also oly been looking at his bird face head on cause otherwise he’d notice how doofy his face looks

Dan’s not holding that hawk prisoner he’s just got shitty animal husbandry. If that 3 ft by 3 ft cage is the only cage he keeps her in. That could just be a travel cage dude uses for the filming for all the info I have and Tobi has already demonstrated that he over anthropomorphises animals

Also Tobi is gonna get that captive bird fucking killed with this Peta shit.

And he does something very unbirdlike infront of multiple people any of whom could be a controller.

And he nearly gets killed doing this.

Tobias is a dumbass that doesnt consider the consequences of shit.

Tobi she’s a fucking bird and there’s a fucking elephant destroying shit and humans causing a ruckus. She’s startled and startled birds fucking fly u numpty!

Rachel chews Tobias out for being a complete idiot and starting that stunt while on fucking air

Ya know what, Tobi’s descriptions of Rachel are starting to make me uncomfortable. And that plus his insistence of talking to Rachel on her solo mission every 5 secs probably means he has some creepy crush on her

Tobi don’t start on that shit you chose to be in morph far more than was safe, was warned multiple times of the time limit and got yerself stuck. Its not a curse if yer fucking responsible.

Applegate skips on the whole redtails also hunt smaller birds and that’s… weird

Tobi assumes that a human smiling when they see a bird means their jealous. Not that like, the person just fucking likes birds and nature and shit and is either going to or going home from a job where they spent hours in a bland cubicle looking at just a computer so hey a cool bird, they must be jelly that they cant fly.

I don’t like Tobias.

Why do the yeerk ships have clocking that hides them in ultraviolet as well when humans can’t see into that range? Wouldn’t it make sense just to cloak along the visible spectrum and save power and also cleaning bills from hitting so many birds and bugs?

Marco is valid.

Also betting that that released hawk is gonna be ded in the next few days.

Also why did Jake not get any info from Cassie on potentially what to feed Tobias? Why isn’t Tobias just fucking living at Cassie’s barn? She could claim that he’s some tame hawk that someone gave to her b/c they couldn’t afford to take care of him any more

Tobias why didn’t you bring up the thing in the sky to the whole group?

Is this brooding angst?

Also if Tobias has been eating random leftovers from Jake for weeks he should be sick as fuck.

Why didn’t anyone call Child Protective Services for Tobias’ case too?

Dead geese

Wolves were recently released in the nearby national parkl/woods

There are mountains nearby, and a coast near by, an abandoned church, a mall next to a construction site

Has Marco been in the mountains before?

Marco, yall only tried to rescue Tom once. That’s not everything you could do. Yall could just fucking kidnap him and fake his death and also tell Jake’s parents so they don’t do anything… rash

Tobias is kinda taking charge of this mission

Tobias doesnt like Marco

Its 20 miles from Cassie’s barn to the mountains

Cassie apparently dosent consider that female wolves might also fight for dominance

None of these kids practiced this morph beforehand even tho they know morphing something for the first time usually leads to some loss of control

Cassie can morph horse. There’s horses plural at her barn. They could have all become horses in the woods to travel the 20 miles then turned into more normal forest animals to blend in once they got there.

Every Time they morph my comparative anatomy classes start fucking screaming in anguish. The knees reversing is not nearly as bad as fingers shriveling and disappearing b/c somebody doesnt know fucking digitigrade limb anatomy

Morphing took Cassie 2 mins

Tobais is a hawkaboo

Alpha. Ick

Jake can’t control his morph and is triggering wolf shit in the others

They really should just fucking demorph and remorph.

Tobias gets frustrated and flies off to clear his head

Too fucking bad we dont get a first person view of turning into a wolf b/c Tobias got himself stuck as his fursona and had to narrate this book

Fake park rangers

No, I’m not going to believe that hork-bajir have T. rex feet b/c these kids know jack and shit about every kinda animal. Also zygodactyl feet make more sense for a tree climber, and would look lovely while kangaroo hopping

Tobias only notes blades on their heads, wrists, elbows and knees.

Tobi mistakes a random group of 5 wolves for his friends

These dumbasses dont demorph and remorph b/c they want to be wolves for the rest of their life

Taxxons are consistently described as fat centipedes

Tobias finds out his hawk body is horny for a lady bird

More misinformation on how wolf packs work

Idiots don’t display submissive behavior and back away to avoid a conflict. Or just flat out fucking run away.

SO the gang are able to demorph at least 7 mins past the two hours time limit. Cassie was in morph the longest yet is the first to finish and then helps the other morph with her coaching skills. Interesting.

SO how long can they really stay in morph? It takes Cassie 2mins to morph, they were at least 7 mins past the window. Cassie spent 69 mins in morph more or less, could she go longer?

Did lying to them about how much time they had left help? How much of morphing is psychological?

Owls can and would eat hawks. Tobias should be concerned about that.

Marco comes up with the idea to drive the alien tanker uncloaked over the city to alert the citizens

Jakes plan is to enter the ship through the pipes as fish. Why would there be a way to get into the rest of the ship from the water tank?

Rachel’s gymnastics group is doing a show in the mall

It bothers me that the kids and books don’t call Iness 226 by their name. B/c conflating the yeerk with their host is… not a good mentality to have

...birds can walk. Does Tobias think the only way birds can move is by flying? He can fucking run, it’d be a cute little flapping waddle but he can fucking run

Tobias loses control kills a rat, has a freak out and tries to commit suicide in front of Rachel. Is thwarted by Marco

Tobias goes feral to avoid his emotions

Tobias goes to see if the female hawk is still alive/maybe a booty call

Ya know I wanna know whats going on with the other animorphs while Tobias is having this crisis

It took Tobias a surprisingly long time to get past his shit and give a damn that a person was about to be brutally murdered in front of him

… how does Tobi’s eye attack work on the hork-controllers? AT what angle is he going to avoid the foot long horns and still hit the eyes?

You can totally hug a damn bird Applegate. People hug birds all the damn time.

Why don’t the two people with osprey morphs? Catch fish? Hell they could work together driving the fish into a net if they’d thought to bring a net.

These kids are so dumb. Marco? Cassie? Morph fucking ospery and see where the fish are!

Toboas gets distracted by the sexy lady hawk durring an important part of the mission

Andalite description: eyes on antler-like stalks, large main eyes, dainty hooves

Why is Visser 3 here now?

Plan gets 500% more dangerous and Jake and Rachel still push for it

Cassie sides with doing the plan over fucking waiting till security cools off and trying again when there’s less chance of death

The hork-controllers shoot a deer but not a bird going out over the lake multiple times

Hork-controller talking shit to a human-controller

Why is there a grate at the top of the water tank that leads in to the rest of the ship?

Tobias genuinely seems to think that there are voluntary hork-controllers given this and his comment in the first book’

Also I don’t like how Tobi keeps refering to non-human people as creatures. This shit probably happened in the other books but fuck it I’m noting it now

Heh. The kids can’t open the grate to escape and are plotting group suicide to avoid capture and infestation.

Its almost like trying to infiltrate a spaceship/tanker through the water take was a very very bad idea.

Tho is they had like mosquito morphs it might have worked

Taxxons can apparently climb like small bugs do.

Tobi steals a gun to kill the ship with

Tobi kills a ship with a gun

Random chance saves the animorphs again and Tobi is the only one to notice the humans falling out of the ship

…. Marco has an osprey morph not bald eagle.

Also! Bald eagles are fish eaters! Why didn’t Rachel morph to make fishing a little easier

Tobi sees the sexy lady hawk die

[marvellous-parker]

Taggy Thing Yay

I was tagged by @lokiislowkeyhot thanks bean!

Last

Drink: Tea

Phone call: My nana

Text message: Hey babes, do you want me to do your nails or are you getting them done? lol

Song you listend to: My Blood by Twenty One Pilots

Time you cried: I can’t remember for once lol

Ever

Dated someone twice: I haven’t even dated someone once lol

Kissed someone and regretted it: Nope

Been cheated on: Nope

Lost someone special: Luckily, no

Been depressed: Don’t think so

Gotten drunk and thrown up: No I’m a child of Jesus (KUMBAYAAAAAA MAH LOOOORD)

Favourite colour: Whatever colour my blog is

In the last year have you

Made new friends: YES

Fallen out of love: Nope

Laughed until you cried: YES

Found out someone was talking about you: Nah I’m boring as fuck dude

Met someone who changed you: Nope

Found out who your friends are: Nah

Kissed someone on your facebook friends list: Nope

General

How many of of your facebook friends do you know irl: All of ‘em

Do you have any pets: I have a cat and a dog

Do you want to change your name: Nah

What did you do for your last birthday: Moneyyyy

What were you doing at midnight last night: SLEEPING

What is something you cant wait for: idrk

What are you listening to right now: Ride by Twenty One Pilots

Have you ever talked to a person named tom: Yep

Something that gets on your nerves: People cracking their knuckles in my vicinity IT FREAKS ME OUT

Most visited website: This fuckin HELLSITE

Hair colour: Like a dirty blonde-brown colour? idrk

Long or short hair: Longish

Do you have a crush on someone: I think all y’all know already

What do i like about yourself: I love my eyes

Want any piercings: Nope

Blood type: Haven’t a clue

Nicknames: Em, Ems, Emsie, Mem

Relationship status: Single and acceptant of the fact I’ll die alone probably

Zodiac: Virgo 

Pronouns: she/her

Fave tv show: Steven Universe, Gravity Falls

Tattoos: Nope

Right or left handed: Right

Ever had surgery: Yep

Piercings: Just mah ears

Sport: Dancing if that counts

Vacation: I haven’t been anywhere in years lol

More general ( this is the point I realized that this shit is long but I’m too deep to delete everything now lmao)

Eating: Nothing atm

Drinking: TEA

About to watch: Probably gonna binge sketchbook tour videos on YouTube

Waiting for: My Prom (it’s tomorrow lol) and for college to start

Want: Cake tbh 

Get married: YES YES YES

Career: Who knowwws

Which is better

hugs or and kisses: Both

Lips or eyes: Eyes

Shorter or taller: Bruh I’m like 5′0 I probably wouldn’t find someone shorter

Older or younger: Older

Nice arms or stomach: Idm

Hookup or relationship: Relationship

Troublemaker or hesitant: Hesitant

Have you ever

Kissed a stranger: Nope

Drunk hard liquor: Nope 

Lost glasses: ...yes

Turned someone down: Nope

Sex on first date: Nope

Broken someone’s heart: Hardly

Had your heart broken: Nope

Been arrested: Nope

Cried when someone died: Did you mean Infinity War?

Fallen for a friend: hnnngh

Do you believe in

Yourself: A hesitant yes

Miracles: Why not

Love at first sight: Idkhow to feel about that

Santa Claus: No

Kiss on a first date: I wish

Angles: Yes

Others

Best friends name: Rachel

Eye colour: Deep blue

Fave movie: Fav MCU would be Homecoming or Ragnarok, I also love Love, Rosie and 13 Going On 30 

Tagging: @redlipstickandplaid @petalparker @onedustyboi and @positiveparker (if ya wanna)

[coffeeandcalligraphy]

Doing the Write Thing #52

SO TONIGHT’S WRITING SESSION WAS ACTUALLY GOOD.

Why am I already using caps lock.

SO.

I’m just going to get into this because HOLY STOKED.

Daily word count goal: 250

Words written: 2065

Total word count: 128 739

Total page count: 234

Songs played: Ya girl has officially booked extra time in Music Land because GUESS WHO LISTENED TO MUSIC 2DAY. Daughter dropped a FIRE new album today (as in at midnight, as in I stayed up to buy it), AND OH MY. It’s the score to the new Life Is Strange video game, and it’s absolutely phenomenal. I LOVE the guitar particularly in the score because while it has their usual effects, it almost sounds just purely acoustic without distortion or delay and all that jazz, so it’s so clean? I mean don't get me wrong, I love all the effects in Not To Disappear, but this clean sound is also AMAZING and gives me mega tbt feels to the EPs. The tracks are all so so so so so fucking good, but my favourite is definitely All I Wanted. (Go figures, that's one of my fave Paramore songs, and now Daughter has an All I Wanted which = life.) I listened to the whole thing while writing (until it ended, and then I wrote in silence), but I Can’t Live Here Anymore and Dreams of William came on at the perfect time. Would recommend, ESPECIALLY if you need some good instrumental stuff in your life because a good 3/4 or so of the album is instrumental, if not, it’s minimal lyrics until you get to All I Wanted and A Hole in the Earth I *think*. Either way, give this dude a listen. It’s called Music From Before the Storm.

Also, this is incredibly off topic, but I saw Surf Curse live yesterday and I can’t even begin to express how amazing the experience was. Jacob and Nick were seriously the SWEETEST people in the entire world, and the show was so engaging. Everyone in the crowd was so into it, and it was just so sweet to see a crowd of people who also know a band people I know personally don't know, and chill out with them for a night. @sarahkelsiwrites, my best friend and I met Nick and Jacob, and lol they were the kindest people ever. I got me a t-shirt and cassette, and they signed my copy of Nothing Yet which was sweeeeeeet. If I can take a picture of all my Surf Curse merch, I’ll definitely share it on here.

If you like surf punk/rock, ohhhh boyyyy, can’t recommend these guys enough. Also, Nick kills playing the drums and singing lead vocals at the same time, someone give this dude an award.

Linking my favourite song of theirs below to share the Surf Curse love.

Also check out their bandcamp and support ‘em. :)

Meanwhile, here’s a picture I got of Jacob yesterday:

And one of us with them that I stole from @sarahkelsiwrites

Look at Sarah and Nick so ready to conquer the world. Honestly. Do you see the pure happiness in my face cuz look it’s Jacob and also Nick is doing a thumbs up above my head oh happy day.

Things to know: I was not expecting this writing session to be as successful as it was? I was prepared to walk out without much accomplished while feeling awful about everything I wrote, but yo, I actually had a great time. :)

How I felt: Wonderful

Bad haiku to describe writing session: Today was so nice / I chilled out but had some fun / And wrote dialogue

ok.

Rating of writing session out of 10 and why: Like a 9, it was pretty darn good. Didn’t have much trouble, and I had lots of words are flowing out of my brain ahhhhhh moments.

On a scale from 1-10 my level of stoked-ness is: Like an 8

Lyrics to describe writing session: Happiness is two different things / What you take and then what you bring

--Two Kinds of Happiness, The Strokes (Angles)

Hey look it’s Lonan’s song.

(also successfully learned the intro of both Albert and Nick’s guitar in Modern Girls and Old Fashioned Men and am very happy lol)

GIF to describe writing session:

(The part two to my last DtWT update’s GIF, except this time it’s all happy and smiley.)

Excerpt:

“Your biggest flaw is focusing on the wrong thing. You get riled up, and can’t concentrate on what you need to get done, just like Harrison gets irrational when stressed, and Prince Charming remains oblivious to god knows—the entire world.”

honestly lol so excited for Lonan to throw tea at his face.

So that’s it for now. Thanks for sticking around for my music ramblings if you did. I’ll see you tomorrow I hope. Also school starts on Tuesday. *cries never ending river of pure sorrow and nothing more*

--Rachel

[whambamthankyoubram]

I feel like throwing in my two cents on all this Karamel discourse so here we be

I ship Karamel, why? Because I’m a sucker for fictional drama. Not because Karamel’s relationship is what I want to pursue for myself, not because I think their relationship is particularly healthy, not because I think Chris Wood is a total babe (I don’t btw, except, arms. Have you seen his arms?)

Karamel shippers get a lot of hate as well as the antis. Which fucking sucks, because you see negativity spewing from both sides and it’s like, can we just enjoy (or not enjoy, lol) the show without sending mean messages towards one another? By all means VOICE YOUR OPINION. But you don’t have to take five minutes to send an anon hate message to someone who likes your notp. It’s asinine and immature and quite frankly a waste of time. Because in sending that hate, your goal was to likely 1. Ruin their day (which, unless the recipient in question is particularly thin-skinned, I promise this was not the result) or 2. Convert them to your side (which NEVER EVER HAPPENS. Shippers and antis, for the most part, will never hear out the other side because they’re too busy screaming their POV until their blue in the god damn face??? Like…hmmm…not exactly the makings of a great argumentative conversation).

As for me personally, I’m a little conflicted on the ship (or even admitting that I ship it) because Mon-El, while having some funny lines here and there and YES I believe there has been some legitimate character development, he is far from an ideal character to be paired with our leading lady. I supported Karolsen 150% because he cared for Kara, listened to her, and respected her. Mon-El has been very VERY inconsistent in showing the latter two points. He cares for her but, at times, has a real shit way of showing it. Does that make for 150% good ol’ fictional storytelling, though? You bet. I’m hooked. After an angst-filled or anger-filled Karamel scene, my brain is all, time to keep watching and see how this unfolds. But I won’t defend that Mon-El is a perfect, loving soul, amazing bf, because he’s a far cry from it. He’s problematic but I can excuse that because it’s tv, I watch tv to be entertained, and bitch, I’m entertained. Not trying to convince anyone else to be, just sharing my angle here.

And I know you’re thinking “but girls will be watching this and romanticizing their relationship!!!” And you’re right. They probably are. It’s shitty. I agree with that and I KNOW I’m going to get so much hate for this but speaking from my own experience, I romanticized a TON of relationships as a kid/teen that were blatantly unhealthy by real life standards. Ross and Rachel: they WOULD SUCK IRL. Inuyasha and Kagome (I was an anime freak back in 2004 ya know) totttessss unhealthy but I loved the fuck out of it anyway. And at the time I didn’t realize they were bad for each other because it was so young. I just thought it was, aw, so cute that they were fighting all the time. Love/hate relationships were my jam. Still are. But I can recognize that the shit can’t fly IRL and if a man disrespects or dismisses you, time to leave. I think for a large amount of young girls who watch, they may not be so affected by Karamel in the real world as you think. It’s the same logic that says “people who play video games will become increasingly more violent,” you know? However; I still think it’s a shame that we don’t have the example provided for girls on a show friggen called SUPERGIRL that the title character is with someone that obviously respects her. Just having that representation and example in s1 was a big yay for feminism. I can see how now that is seriously soured.

The writers obviously replacing a POC by a boring white dude is obvious, yes, and it makes me angry, yes, but do I have control over the show? Hellllll no. All the tweets and hashtags in the world couldn’t get them to change their view of the Karamel storyline, so mama’s going with the flow. Hopefully Mehcad will get cast in a role that really allows him to shine because his talents and screen time are certainly encumbered by a network who won’t let the boy shine.

TLDR; I like Karamel as a ship but can understand the POV of antis just don’t be a dick about it on either side

SHIP AND LET SHIP

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TEXAS SHOOTING

TEXAS CHURCH MASSACRE  

 Texas Church shooting- https://youtu.be/x6KeylSyEj4

http://ccoutreach87.com/11-6-17-texas-church-shooting/

 .Covered some news

.Seth Rich and the DNC

.Donna thought it was murder too!

.Clinton- Trump- Sanders

.Caller Times

.Rick Perry

.Lights would help

.Uranium One

.Deep state- everywhere?

.Why is the nation angry?

.They have a right to be- of course

.But why?

.Murder is a violation of moral/natural law

.Many who are mad say ‘you cannot legislate morality’

.Yet when the moral law is broken- they themselves admit that we need to ‘legislate morality’

.See?

 NEW- [Past posts- News links below]

  I have been slowing down on the news posts- but today I figured I would do a brief recap of the past few weeks.

Some of it is ‘silly stuff’- meaning the general bias of the media- and how they waste the public's time.

 The Rick Perry story being one of them.

But the tragic massacre of the innocents in Texas was a real news story.

I simply tried to talk about why killing is wrong-

From the standpoint of natural law.

 I have taught these things in the past- and as of now I’m not sure how much more I will do today.

The country is polarized- on many things.

Yet- both the left and right share in their outrage over the senseless killing of the people in a small church right here just 2 hours North of where I live.

 Both sides of the aisle have different solutions to the problem-

Yet they are mad- for the same basic reason- whether they realize it or not.

And yes- that reason itself is rooted in the foundation of what is right- and what is wrong.

 It goes all the way back to the law of God- natural law theory.

It is wrong to kill- to take Innocent life.

That indeed is a moral law- that comes from God.

 Some thinkers deny this [thus the debate]-

But our shared national outrage is indeed a moral one-

Whether you admit it- or not.

 PAST POSTS-

https://ccoutreach87.com/western-intellectual-tradition/

https://ccoutreach87.com/overview-of-philosophy/

https://ccoutreach87.com/classics-of-western-literature/

https://ccoutreach87.com/atheism-apologetics-links-added/

JOHN LOCKE-

Locke taught that each man has individual rights- and he empowers government- an elected designated body- to have rule-

Yet- that government exists solely for the benefit of the people- and when/if that government ‘forgets’ this- the people have a right/duty to revolt.

Locke’s ideas were formed at a time when his own government experienced a sort of revolution [1600’s- England].

The people revolted against monarchy- and replaced it with a sort of Democratic Parliament-

Referred to as the bloodless revolution or the glorious revolution.

The king [or today- queen] would still play a role- like a figurehead- but the power was in the people- willingly given over to a Parliament.

The political ideas of Locke influenced our founding fathers- and our Declaration of Independence and Constitution are in parts almost word for word taken from the writings of Locke.

Locke believed in natural law- that morality was indeed a universal reality [some scholars/thinkers will say that Locke does not fully embrace the Christian concept of natural/moral law].

He taught that  knowledge comes from man’s experience- the things he interacts with thru the 5 senses.

That man is not born with innate ideas [like the early Greek thinkers said] but his mind is a Tabula Rasa- or blank slate at birth.

This is an Empirical understanding of knowledge.

Locke also believed in the concept of the separation of church and state- this idea was not unique to our founding fathers- no- they got it right out of the writings of Locke [his parents were Puritans- and they obviously influenced their son].

Locke’s political views were-

Individualistic-

Egalitarian-

Contractual [social compact]-

These ideas differed from the early Greek thinkers [especially Aristotle] who held to a naturalistic view- meaning that nature itself ‘intended’ for certain individuals to have rule over others [the smarter should have rule over the ‘less smart’- and of course Aristotle saw himself in the more nobler crowd!]

Locke also believed in religious toleration- a view held by most in the Western world today.

He saw the Right to private property- as a natural right.

He believed that denial of the existence of God would lead to anarchy in the long run.

He believed that the cosmological argument for the existence of God was valid [called teleology].

DIOGENES-

I think I mentioned him on today’s video [I am writing this before I review the video and add the bullet points].

In the study of philosophy- he is not known for deep thought- or new ideas.

He lived in the 5th century B.C. - died in the 4th in the biblical city of Corinth.

Diogenes believed in ‘living with less’- he was known to have slept in a ceramic pot- he lived and ate on the streets- and was basically like many of my homeless friends.

Yet- he felt in doing this he was a sort of ‘prophetic’ sign to the world around him.

He is believed to be the first to refer to himself as a ‘cosmopolitan’- meaning a man of the world- and not identifying with any one city.

He was born at Sinope- [Modern day Turkey] traveled to Athens- the main center of wisdom/philosophy.

Attended the lectures of Plato- and interrupted them

He disputed Plato’s interpretation of his teacher- Socrates.

And had a memorable encounter with Alexander the Great.

The story goes [there are a few versions of it- maybe more along the line of myth] that Alexander wanted to meet with Diogenes- and he heard he was in town [Corinth] so Alexander went to meet him.

Upon arriving at the spot- he greeted Alexander and told him he would fulfill any request that the Cynic asked.

Diogenes replied ‘Move over- you’re standing in my sun light’.

It is said that as Alexander left- and made the statement ‘If I were not Alexander- I would be Diogenes’.

How true- well we will never know for sure.

He did live at a time- and in a place- where the famous philosophers would come from.

He believed rejecting wealth- and the comforts of life- were a statement against the society of his day.

He purposefully challenged the ‘normal’ way of life- by being different- and at times- vulgar.

It is said that he carried a cup- for drinking.

And he saw a young boy one day- drinking from the brook with his hands.

He then threw away the cup- realizing that ‘the god’s’ had given to men the basic things to survive- and he really did not need all the material things of life.

Like I said at the top - he is not known for his great thinking ability- but he was respected by the stoics-

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Okay- just a little politics- then some bible stuff.

 Last night I watched the Repub debate- nothing real impressive- everyone played their angle. I also saw a few minutes of Maddow [MSNBC]. Okay- I have mentioned Maddow before- I mentioned that she is a lesbian- openly so. Fine [I don’t approve of the thing- but that’s her business] I want to simply give you an example of inconsistent thinking that people often engage in- and they don’t know it.

 A few days ago a report slipped out- some insider leaked the fact that Obama [and his re election team] have made the decision to smear Perry. Now- I know both sides do it- but this was a leak and Obama and his team were mad about the leak.

 Then- like clockwork- MSNBC began a week of smearing Perry- I mean it was ‘funny’ to see the sycophants- I mean they were like Pavlov’s dogs ‘jump- drool’ the whole 9 yards. First- they did a critique of the ‘Houston prayer and fasting’ thing- Perry announced a prayer day- had a bunch of preachers [who I actually disagree with theologically] at the event- and Maddow [Rachel Maddow- host of a news show] did an ‘in depth’ critique of all the ‘crazies’ that Perry was aligned with.

 She misrepresented the whole group of preachers- even though I do not hold to many of their views- she said they were part of the evangelical movements ‘theocratic’ wing. Theocracy is the belief that religion should actually be a govt./state function- many in the Islamic world hold to this view.

 Okay- the actual name for Christians who believe this is Reconstructionism- these Christians do hold to this view- they are a very small minority- and the group Perry was hanging with- they are in no way Reconstructionists.

 Second- Maddow critiqued ‘religion’ as she has in the past- and said her only problem with people like Perry- is they want to impose their values on others.

 If Rachel were a smart apologist [one who argues this point- but is smart] she would realize that all persons- especially her- do argue- all the time- from a natural law perspective. That is they- even though they deny it- are making the point- all the time- that their particular view of morality- whether it be gay marriage- or anti polygamy- or any other host of moral ideals- they all argue for the ‘legislation of morality’ legislation [the passing of law] is by definition the legislation of morality.

 Now- if that law is simply ‘can't drive 70 in a 60 MPH zone’ this is the legislation of morality. The moral principle is ‘don’t drive this speed- it might kill you- and me’ and then we pass a law that legislates that moral belief. Pretty simple.

 Okay- what Maddow is mad about- is the legislation of morality that effects her particular lifestyle. Now- she might say ‘well- we believe that consenting adults should be free to do what they want in the bedroom’ okay- got ya.

 Would you agree to 2 adults- lets say a brother and sister- who have no ability to have kids- should we let them marry?

 Most would rightfully say no- the point is- you are now defining what’s ‘right or wrong’ and it’s not simply a matter of what 2 adults want- it’s truly a matter of ‘right or wrong’.

 I could go on- ad infinitum- with these examples- the point is Maddow- like Perry- like the left- the right- they all have some sense of ethics- where they derive that ideal from- well that’s another point- but they have their own ‘morality’ and they do in fact want to impose it- all the time- on other people.

 So let’s at least be honest about the thing. Okay she finished her show last night with an image- she said that the true insiders- who know Perry- they will ALL tell you that they are concerned about Perry- they actually feel his is ‘dumb’.

 She explained that these insiders- they all knew Bush was really smart [wow- never heard you say that before] yet they all think Perry is actually mentally challenged [I kid you not- she went down this road] and that these Repub insiders- they actually fear for the country- that a dangerous loose cannon like this might take the reins.

 Okay- Maddow- who I’m sure would not appreciate us giving images of the things she does- or how ‘smart’ she is- she left us with the mental image that Perry is actually mentally challenged. The same image of Palin, Bachman, ETC.

 What’s wrong with this picture? Even though she claims ‘the insiders all said Bush was a genius’ yet her network- they ran with the story that Bush was actually dyslexic- yeah- I remember. Look- I’ll admit I’m no saint here- yeah I too have made jokes about Bush’s brain.

 Sure- I would say ‘hey- you critics of Bush- who said- look at the man- after the planes hit the towers- Bush sat- dumbfounded for around 7 minutes- sitting in that classroom- just looking confused’ Okay- I’ll admit I would quip ‘you guys are misreading it- he wasn’t confused about the response- he was sitting in a 3rd grade class- he was struggling with the curriculum’. Okay- I fess up.

 But Maddow left us with that ugly picture- the seed of thinking ‘geez- I never knew others viewed Perry that way’ and even I couldn’t shake the mental image- now thinking that he might really be what she said.

 They slandered him just as bad as the right has slandered their guys- they should just report the policies and leave this type of character assassination at home.

 Okay- I didn’t’ really do any bible stuff- but I covered a little on the moral law and ethics- which fits in with theology. So for now I’ll leave it at that.

 Don’t forget- to all my friends who read these posts- pray for one another. I just finished a prayer time and prayed for a bunch of my friends [and those in other nations] who are connected with us in some way- many are going through tough times- and it helps if others are also praying for each other. Pray for everyone on these sites- others who you see when going thru the site- you see a name- or a post that might indicate a friend is in trouble- then try and pray for them that day- stuff like this helps.

 And of course pray for Texas- we need it bad- I just found out that our governor is actually an ignoramus- I mean not just of low intellect- but so challenged that all the insiders fear for the safety of the free world if he gets elected. The source?- The same people who said ‘we believe that Obama is possibly the smartest person to ever hold the office of the president- he more than likely has the highest I.Q. than any other office holder in the history of the nation’. The other reporter asked ‘do you know what the number is’ the first guy said ‘no- but I know its very high- higher than any other president’. This was an actual on air discourse between 2 reporters during the inauguration celebration of president Obama.

 Yeah- these are just the type of folk I need telling me about Perry’s I.Q.- yeah- they sure know their stuff.

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 APOLOGETICS- PHILOSOPHY- PROPHETS

21 And he began to say unto them, This day is this scripture fulfilled in your ears- Luke

https://youtu.be/-obZ4-MoPYE  Apologetics- Philosophy- Prophets

https://ccoutreach87.files.wordpress.com/2017/01/1-8-17-apologetics-philosophy-prophets.zip

ON VIDEO-

.Nietzsche’s  madman

.Kant- Camus- Sartre

.I have less dollars now!

.Fairview cemetery

.’I will never rot in the grave’- huh?

.U.N. vote

.Israel and Palestine- another view

.Pluralism or exclusivism?

.Moral, Natural law theory

.Logos

.Redemption of the cosmos too

.Russian hacking- enough already!

.We hack too [and much worse]

.Cause and effect

.Aristotle

.Nihilism

.Teleology

.Love your neighbor as yourself

.Yes- The Muslim- Jew- Hindu - etc.- Jesus commands it

PAST TEACHING I DID THAT RELATES- [verses below]

https://ccoutreach87.com/overview-of-philosophy/

https://ccoutreach87.com/atheism-apologetics-links-added/

https://ccoutreach87.com/2016/12/26/galatians-1/

https://ccoutreach87.com/2016/12/30/2nd-samuel-3-homeless-friends/

https://ccoutreach87.com/2017/01/02/galatians-2/

https://ccoutreach87.com/2017/01/10/galatians-3/

https://ccoutreach87.com/2017/01/12/the-seed/

https://ccoutreach87.com/islam/

https://ccoutreach87.com/western-intellectual-tradition/

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  NEWS LINKS-

http://www.caller.com/story/opinion/editorials/2017/11/03/rick-perry-speaking-up-girl-africa/827392001/

https://www.pbs.org/newshour/nation/energy-sec-perry-says-fossil-fuels-can-prevent-sexual-assault

https://www.infowars.com/donna-brazile-says-she-feared-for-her-life-after-seth-rich-was-killed/

http://www.cnn.com/2017/11/06/us/texas-church-shooting/index.html

http://www.foxnews.com/us/2017/11/05/mass-shooting-reported-at-texas-sutherland-springs-church.html

http://www.cnn.com/2017/11/05/us/texas-church-shooting/index.html

http://www.reuters.com/article/us-saudi-arrests/future-saudi-king-tightens-grip-on-power-with-arrests-including-prince-alwaleed-idUSKBN1D506P

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-5053013/Devin-Kelley-outcast-preached-atheism.html

http://www.kiiitv.com/news/local/gunman-volunteered-one-night-at-church-in-kingsville/489520404

http://www.kristv.com/story/36768156/26-killed-in-church-attack-in-texas-worst-mass-shooting

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