#your life ends 29 frames from now

[atragicallycrispydude]

i love both goldlewis and pot for being very "im losing im losing im losing oh shit i just won"

or in this case (and a lot of other cases) "oh shit i just won"

[consciouscarrot]

day 29 - squirting [e.munson]

eddie munson x fem!reader

content warnings; squirting, vaginal fingering, p in v, creampie, handcuffs

notes; (as always) mdni, blank blogs get blocked and any/all feedback is much appreciated <3:) also i think i switched tenses a little bit at the end

kinktober/flufftober masterlist

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hands locked in handcuffs that were attached to the battered headboard, you were lying in eddies bed, previously neatly arranged pillows a mess behind you, head tilted back with a drawn out moan.

it had started with him reading something in a magazine, he’d spend a few days wondering if he could make you do it, if you were even willing to try. he’d ended up with a few awkward boners at the mere thought, head fogged with images of fluid spilling from your cunt as your body shook beneath him.

you’d noticed that he’d being quieter than usual, asking if he was okay with a furrowed brow. he’d immediately caved and asked you, hands gripped at your hips as he plead with you to let him.

you’d agreed, barely thinking anything of it as you already knew that you definitely couldn’t do it. you’d tried by yourself a couple of years ago after your friends had been talking about it, raving on about how great it felt, urging you to try, saying it would ‘change your life for the better’.

you’d spend nearly an hour trying, only to end up disappointed and overstimulated, and had never bothered to give it another go. you’d told him as much, but he was adamant that he tried, saying that he was sure could do it.

now, your hands wriggled within their constraints, yearning to reach out and touch him, to cling to his body and hair. eddie had already made you cum countless times, thighs now constantly trembling as he held them back with his forearm.

his head tilted as he watched his fingers pump in and out of your soaked cunt rapidly, slick coated fingertips hitting that sweet spot deep inside you repeatedly, making your head swim and back arch off the bed.

you gasped as you fell over the edge again, hands clenching into a fist, chest heaving as you panted through it, whining and moaning when he didn’t bother slowing his movements, fucking you through the overstimulation.

you felt lightheaded with pleasure, trying to say anything to get him to give you a break, heartbeat pounding in your ears, face scrunched up and whimpering.

“c’mon baby, you’re so close, i can feel it. you can do it, sweet thing,”

you shook your head, completely blissed out but still not believing that you’d be able to, eyes pressed tightly shut.

“yes you can, i’m not stopping until you allow it to happen,” eddie barked out a laugh, digits somehow moving even quicker.

your mouth gaped open, constant strings of moans tumbling out. if you’d been any more lucid, you’d have been embarrassed by the loud, wet squelching emanating from your cunt, so loud even with your pathetic whining echoing around eddie’s bedroom.

your eyes shot open, gasping in panic as a strange, new sensation started in your stomach, feeling eerily similar to needing to pee. you writhed about, desperately trying to hold back, tears falling down your face in humiliation as the feeling worsened, and you were certain you were going to ruin his bed.

he shushed you, stroking soothing motions over your thigh, “it’s okay, let it happen, just let go f’me.”

he pushed his palm down on your lower belly, and with one last cry, you finally let go, fluid squirting out around his still moving fingers, covering both him and the bed.

you’d never felt this good in your life, entire body locking up before you shook violently, bed frame creaking from your convulsions. your cunt pulsed and clenched sporadically, head pushing back against the pillows as you screamed out, unable to care about any of his neighbours hearing you, too caught up in the ecstasy.

eddie groaned at the sight of you, unable to hold back and wait for you come down, he flung your legs over his shoulders, pushing his twitching cock straight into you, your cunt still throbbing with the last remnants of your orgasm, poor hole overstimulated and oh so sensitive.

he wasted no time in pounding into you, tugging on your lip with his teeth as you wailed, squirming beneath him the best you could with him pinning you down into the mattress, wrists rubbed raw from the metal still encasing them.

your feet dangled over his shoulders, onyx curls tickling your sweaty skin, chest heaving as you pathetically tried to push him off, unable to do anything but try and take it, uncontrollable moans and screams barely muffled as he pressed his mouth against yours, lips stretching into a smug grin at your rapture.

you both reached the edge quickly, hips stuttering as his balls drew up before shooting out sticky ropes of pearlescent cum from his tip, painting your quivering walls white.

through his high, he tried to keep you grounded as you gushed around him, body writhing as you blacked out briefly from the sheer amount of pleasure your body had been wracked with in such a short amount of time, salt stained cheeks stretching as you couldn’t help but scream, cloudy liquid spraying out of your cunt again.

you panted, whimpering from empty feeling as he pulled out, eyes glazed over as your head tipped back, going limp in his arms, legs still shaking forcibly.

“fucking hell,” eddie exhaled slowly, before reaching up to finally unlock the handcuffs, rubbing gently at your sore wrists and grinning down at the empty headed look on your face, completely speechless and about thirty seconds away from passing out again.

“i told you you could do it, baby. you know i’m never wrong.”

[sheeple]

Miracles don't exist | Bonus: Nott v Potter

Genre(s): Riddle!reader / Slytherin!reader / kinda slowburn / little happy moments Fandom(s): Harry Potter Pairing(s): Theodore Nott x Reader / Harry Potter x Riddle!reader Summary: Being the Dark Lord's daughter and raised under the strict supervision of the Malfoy's is no easy life. Especially if you start crushing on your father's arch-nemesis, Harry Potter. And that while being engaged to one of his follower’s sons. Warning(s): Violence / Theodore's pov A/n: A small blurb to make the wait a little shorter for a new chapter. This happens in between chapter 29 and 30 [Masterlist] [Mini masterlist] [Playlist]

Theodore Nott is known for not losing his temper. Ever. He tries to stay calm, level-headed and, above all, not lose his temper. He knows the reputation his family has and he's not one to prove his peers right with their whispers and accusations.

But right now? Fuck staying calm. Fuck being level-headed. He's going to fuck Harry Potter up and nobody is going to stop him.

He storms through the hallways of Hogwarts, steam coming out of his ears. How dare that damned blood traitor hurt her. Hex his girl. 

As the portrait of Fat Lady comes into view, Theo snatches the nape of a scarlet first-year and drags him towards the painting. "Say the password", hisses Theo as he practically lifts the poor boy from the ground by his robes.

Everyone knows that you don't stand in the way of a raging Slytherin. So, the boy quivers, "Quid Agis", and the portrait swings open.

Dropping the boy, Theo strides into the Gryffindor common room. "POTTER!", he yells out and all the faces in the room snap to him. He spots the bespectacled boy by the fire with his friends, and he makes his way over to him with his fists balled.

Before Harry can inquire why the Slytherin is in their common room, Theo lands the first hit against Harry's face. The boy drops to the ground and Theo jumps on top of him, his fists pounding down. 

Yells and screams can be heard from around them. Hands wrap around Theo's arms but nobody can pull him off. Harry tries to fight back. He actually lands a couple of blows. But nothing compared to the damage Theodore Nott does.

Once he has enough, Theo gets up and looks down at the pathetic lifeform that is supposed to be The Chosen One. His nose is broken — both boys have felt it crack under the Slytherin's fists — and is bleeding profusely. He has a black eye and his lip is split. And that is not counting the bruises forming on his cheekbones, chin, and forehead. His breathing is laboured as he stares up at the ceiling.

"If you look at her, try to speak to her, or even as much as breath in her direction, you filthy Half-Blood, I will do the Dark Lord a favour. Stay the fuck away from my fiancé", Theo hisses as he spits on the ground next to Harry's face.

He looks around the common room, at the shocked faces of the students. At last, his eyes land on Hermione. She looks horrified, eyes wide as she is backed up into the arms of Ron. 

Theo huffs, shaking the blood off his hands as he turns around and marches out of Gryffindor Tower. He needs to calm himself. He doesn't want her to see him like this. He doesn't want to worry her even more.

Having taken the long way back to the infirmary he sees the two cousins asleep. Draco dragged a chair close to the bed and he has his head dropped forwards, his hand a firm hold on hers. 

The dark-haired boy stands at the end of the bed, his hands wrapped around the frame. A hiss leaves his lips as the skin of his knuckles gets ripped open again.

"Teddy?" Her sweet voice is drowsy with sleep and painkillers. 

The boy in question hums and walks closer towards her, placing a kiss on her forehead. "How are you feeling?", he whispers, careful to not wake up the other cousin.

A soft whimper leaves her lips as she tries to sit up. Theo quickly helps her, fluffing up the pillow. She looks at Draco next to her. "He looks tired."

Theo wants to retort that she looks worse for wear, but he bites his tongue. She has been looking exhausted ever since last year. It doesn't help that she has to prove to herself that she isn't like the rest of her family. Everybody keeps repeating about her being a Death Eater and Theo can see that it has taken a toll on her mental health. He wonders how many times she has laid awake — or Merlin forbid, has cried herself to sleep.

Theo pulls the covers up and tucks her in. "Go back to sleep."

Without protest, she snuggles into the pillow and soft puffs of breath indicate that she has fallen asleep.

He walks over to the other side and lays a hand on Draco's shoulder. The white-haired boy shoots up, disorientated where he is. But when he spots his cousin he is reminded of what happened.

"It's okay, I'll stay with her. You go to the dorm."

Draco shakes his head, tears in his eyes. "I don't... I don't want to leave her."

Theo sighs and pulls Draco to his feet. "Don't worry. I took care of Potter. He won't hurt her again... You look like shit, go. I won't say it again, Malfoy."

Draco nods dazed. He gives her one last look before he drags himself out of the infirmary. Theo takes place in the chair. He takes his wand out of his pocket and plays with it in his hands.

His hands hurt as dried blood clings to his skin. But Theodore would do it every time he had to. For her. Everything for her.

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[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

The Lincoln Project :: @ProjectLincoln

Kamala Harris delivers her closer at the Elipse, as Park Police estimate a crowd of 75,000 has gathered.

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KAMALA CLOSES

TCinLA

Oct 29, 2024

To me, Kamala Harris closing speech was the kind of closing argument a prosecutor presents to a jury, lioning out why they should make the decision they will.

Anand Ghiriharadas posted an excellent analysis of her closing speech, which I am posting below.

That was a very strong closing argument from Kamala Harris. Framing the threat of fascism as not an abstraction but a distraction from a focus on your problems. Promising to move us away from the chaos and division of these years and heal families and communities.

She very deftly pitted who he is against who we are and dared people to show that their country is much better than he is.Share

She pulled off the bank shot: saying we have to save a democracy, yes, but save it for a reason, which is to make your life better. It is a complicated maneuver, and she did it well tonight.

She invited men to stand up for the women in their lives.

She talked about the border, but then quickly and rightly pivoted to the fact that we are nation of immigrants, a fact we should celebrate.

Her reclaiming of freedom and patriotism is a coup, the good kind of coup. The crowd’s embrace of patriotism and “U.S.A.!” chants tonight shows how much that message has been transmitted and left an imprint.

There was something raw and personal when she talked about how she just is irked by unfairness. It just doesn’t sit right with her. It felt like a statement of motivation that was much richer than the generic fact of being a middle-class kid. It got somewhere visceral.

We are all so exhausted by fascist threat mitigation that we forget all the awesome stuff we could be doing instead. So her section on building houses also served as a reminder that building in general, creating, dreaming, can again become our focus when he is finally gone from our lives.

She is, on a deeper level, attempting a rebranding of the Democratic Party away from big program creation, dating back to FDR, and reorienting it around quality of life improvement. Don’t talk about the programs you want to create. Talk about the pain points you want to solve.

Many of the best arguments of recent years are weaving together now. Trump’s narrow, hateful vision isn’t who we are. His project is all about him, not your problems. The soul of the nation is good and can be reclaimed. The divisions can end. Let’s build stuff instead of fight.

Most powerfully, she invoked American history from end to end, and vowed that a country founded in defiance of a petty tyrant must refuse to submit to another.

[canonicallyobserving911]

WIP Wednesday

Fanonwriter2023 on AO3

Where CANON and FANON collide!

Season 7 FANON FanFic: Buddie Multi-Chapter - Hiatus Reading: “I’m still in love with you but... I needed to learn how to love myself too!”

Chapter 29 will be posted soon.

This is an EPIC LOVE STORY!

Currently 28 chapters completed: 1.77M Words; Rated: Mature

One chapter will be posted at a time.

{Previous snippet}

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I'm excited to finish writing Chapter 29 because at the end of Chapter 28, it was early in the morning and Buck and Eddie were lying in bed having a serious conversation about whether Eddie's going to delay the pursuit of his second paramedic certification, the ACP-C. Buck doesn't want him to give up his dream, especially now since they know what caused Buck's bradycardia and he's on medication. He's doing better and even though he's still grieving, he believes once he passes the last two stages of grief, Frank may clear him to return to work but he's still not sure if he wants to go back to being a firefighter. Also, Eddie's FMLA ends on January 31, 2024 but the question is will he extend it or return to the 118?

Additionally, Chris is still dealing with one of his classmate's lack of participation in their video game project and it's stressing him out. Furthermore, during their last group therapy session, Buck had a conversation with Captain Jeshan Mehta and he asked him if they could meet so he can get an objective viewpoint from someone about whether he could be a captain someday with the LAFD. He decided not to ask Bobby since he doesn't believe he'll give him an objective viewpoint because in September 2022, he told him he needed more life experience. Things are getting interesting as the Diaz family gets closer to their "New Beginnings".

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Here's another snippet from Chapter 29 of Buck and Chris inside of Super Target but something happens that causes Buck to come face to face with someone from his past and it causes him to enter protective dad mode so he can get Chris to safety.

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Buck and Chris are inside of Super Target shopping for a frame to put the adoption certificate in.

After looking at several options, Chris points to a black matte frame and asks, “What about this one?”

“I like it but it doesn’t look like it’s big enough.  Let’s check the dimensions.”  He replies then he lifts it off the hook, reads the sticker and proceeds to put it back but he pauses when Chris starts talking.

“There are some more frames over here.”  He says as he starts walking down the aisle.

Chris is 13-years-old but they still don’t let him wander inside of a store without one or both of them beside him.  Mainly because they don’t want to catch a damn criminal case for whooping someone’s ass if they’re being an idiot or worse a predator.

He’s lifting the frame as he says, “Hold on Chris, wait for me.  I’m on my wa…”  but he trails off when he hears someone start talking to him.

“You’re Eddie Diaz’s kid, aren’t you?”

At the sound of that voice, Buck freezes for a millisecond as his body fills with fear and he becomes paralyzed.  Everything starts happening in slow motion but he doesn’t have to look up to know who’s speaking because he recognizes their voice.

In conjunction with the fear he’s feeling, blind rage emanates throughout his body but he’s not sure how he can feel both emotions at the same time.  When he turns his head to the right to look at Chris, he almost gives himself whiplash.

When his fingers release the frame, it falls, bounces off the shelf and hits the floor.

His fatherly animal instincts kick in and he moves without thinking about anything else except for their son.  In this moment, his primary concern is to protect him because the fool that’s talking to him must have a death wish.  He’s glad he has long legs because he makes it to him in less than one second.

Chris asks, “Who are you?”

“I know your dad and Buck.  Isn’t that right Buckley?”

He’s trying to control his emotions and not make a scene as he protectively stands in front of Chris and positions himself so his 6.2’ inch frame creates a barrier between them.  While maintaining eye contact with them, he speaks in a low voice to his son.

“Chris, go find a Target employee, they’ll be wearing a red shirt, khakis pants… and uh, they’ll have a name tag on their shirt.  When you find them, stay with them, tell them I’m on aisle 34L, I’m an LAFD firefighter and I need immediate assistance.  Ask them to contact security and tell them to call the police”.

“But Buck, I…”  Chris replies as he moves to the side but Buck’s quicker and he continues to stand in front of him blocking his line of sight.

“Now Chris!  Please!  I need you to go, ok?!”  He says a little louder than he intends to.

“Ok.”

As he squares his shoulders with the person standing in front of him, he hears Chris turn around and he listens until he doesn’t hear his crutches anymore.

Like a volcano, the words that have been sitting on his tongue for months, erupt like hot lava.  “What the hell is wrong with you?”  He asks in a low voice because he doesn’t want to create a scene.

While smirking, the person standing in front of him moves closer and challenges him like they want some of this Diaz fire.

Since they didn’t verbally respond, he says, “Hear me and hear me clearly, as long as I’m alive, you better not ever speak to him again!”

“Certainly, you know that I can arrange it so you’re not alive anymore.”

He’s undeterred by that but he replies, “What the actual fuck were you doing talking to my son?”

“Your son?”

“That’s right!  He’s mine and Eddie’s son.”

“Oh… you must have forgotten to send me an invitation to your wedding.  But anyway… I was in the neighborhood; I saw you and him come in and I thought I’d say hi because I never got the chance to meet him.”

It’s in this moment, he realizes they’ve been stalking him and Chris and he knows he needs to put a stop to it.  He says, “If you ever come near me, my husband or our son again, I’ll kill you!”

“Is that a threat?”

“It’s a fucking promise!”

Who is Buck talking to like that? 👀

Who's been stalking him and his family? 🤷🏽‍♀️

Will Buck's bradycardia resurface because of this encounter? 😉😜

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Fic Summary: Months after Buck and Eddie were hit by the same lightning strike; they’re still struggling with the aftermath of it.  But before they make their love confessions, they’ll spend time getting to know themselves as individuals first. Eddie learns to enjoy the simple things in life as he participates in activities on his own and with new friends while Buck learns the rest of the 31-year-old deep dark family secret about his conception and birth. Their journey to forever is still a work in progress but once they finally admit they’re in love with each other, everything that follows their love confessions will be cataclysmic.

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Chapter Summaries

Chapter 1 - Eddie makes a new friend while Buck receives devastating news regarding the sperm donation he made for Connor and Kameron.

Chapter 2 - Buck does a lot of research to learn more about the abnormalities found in his red blood cells and Eddie starts a new therapy journey that’s all about him and not the traumas he’s experienced.

Chapter 3 - After more than a month, Buck and Eddie finally spend time together outside of work but it doesn’t end well and they part with a lot of uncertainty regarding their places in each other’s lives.

Chapter 4 - Eddie has a few realizations about his life which causes him to consider moving back to El Paso, TX while Buck continues to be reminded of his past which causes him to take an impromptu road trip across America.

Chapter 5 - Both Buck and Eddie have difficult conversations with their parents and Buck finally learns the truth behind the reason why his mother despised him while Eddie finally tells his mother about the way she tries to control him.

Chapter 6 - More than two weeks after Buck pushed Eddie away after suggesting they needed a break; Eddie decides to try again. Eddie’s there for Buck when he’s at his worst just like Buck was there for him when he was at his worst and he won’t let Buck give up.

Chapter 7 - After Buck’s mental breakdown, Eddie has his back the same way Buck had his when he had his own breakdown more than a year ago.  They share several vulnerable and emotionally intimate moments with one another and they begin to realize their small, sweet and caring gestures matter just as much if not more than any grand gesture ever could because these are the foundations of a long-lasting love relationship.

Chapter 8 - Buck, Eddie and Chris all have their own therapists and during their sessions, they reflect on their pasts while they’re in the present so they can prepare for their future together as a family.

Chapter 9 - Buck and Eddie are there for each other when Buck has to testify as a witness during the trial.  But by the end of it, they’ll both realize their individual and shared traumas are going to keep resurfacing until they talk about them, deal with the fact that they’re in love with one another and face the fact that they can’t live without each other.

Chapter 10 - As Buck and Eddie finally begin to confront their past traumas, they realize how much they need each other to fill in the gaps of their memories.  Additionally, the universe screams at them for what appears to be the one hundredth time so Buck can realize he doesn’t have to ‘find it’ because he already ‘made it’ and Eddie’s reminded tomorrow isn’t promised and he doesn’t have to die alone if he doesn’t want to.

Chapter 11 - A “virga” or dry thunderstorm is in the forecast but once the rain starts, the thunderstorm happening outside won’t be able to match the storm brewing inside between Buck and Eddie.  It’s the universe’s final scream and when the tumultuous winds begin to blow, they’ll have one last chance to hold onto everything they’ve built over the last six years or they’ll lose it all forever.

Chapter 12 - Buck and Eddie have always shared a deep physical attraction and an emotional intimacy that’s unmatched but now that they’re in a relationship, they’re learning how to navigate the romantic intimacy they’ve been waiting for six years to explore. The love they have for each other is a once in a lifetime, soulmate, love of their lives type of love that transcends space and time.

Chapter 13 - While navigating the newness of their romantic relationship, Buck and Eddie take advantage of every moment they spend together. As their individual lives, people from their pasts, time constraints and the possibility of losing each other again make attempts to interrupt and interfere with their journey to forever, they love, care for, support and hold onto each other even tighter to withstand it all.

Chapter 14 - Buck and Eddie can see the lights at the end of the tunnels regarding the results of Buck’s Cancer Screening along with everything else they’re dealing with. But are the lights they see exits to the tunnels or are they headlights on different runaway trains that are speeding towards them in an effort to interrupt their forever?

Chapter 15 - Buck and Eddie have known they were exactly who the other one wanted in a partner since they met six years ago when they agreed to have each other’s backs. They’re in a romantic relationship, they’re both preparing to ask the other one to spend forever with them and by the end of the seventh week into their relationship, together they will plan their most important and greatest adventure for their future.

Chapter 16 - As Buck and Eddie begin to prepare for their marriage ceremony that will take place in Rome, Italy in December 2023, they start planning their first international adventure as a romantic couple. Even though Chris is still the only person they’ve told about their relationship, several people who know them have already witnessed the love they share and as the days continue, others will witness it too.

Chapter 17 - As Buck and Eddie get closer to departing Los Angeles for their international adventure, a moment in time will remind them; life is fragile, tomorrow isn’t promised and every second of everyday should be cherished because everything can change in an instant. The result of that realization will cause them to hold onto each other even more.

Chapter 18 - As Buck, Eddie and Chris prepare for family gatherings before and during the Thanksgiving holiday, the “Santa Ana Winds” start to blow and all sorts of expected and unexpected familial drama ensues.

Chapter 19 - As Buck and Eddie get closer to their wedding day, the universe begins to align everything so that some of their parent and children's relationships are strengthened while others come to an abrupt end.

Chapter 20 - With only 14 days remaining until Buck, Eddie and Chris depart Los Angeles, CA traveling to Rome, Italy, for their first family adventure, an early morning conversation about “tying up loose ends” helps Buck and Eddie realize there are still several things left unfinished on their ‘To Do’ lists. The question is will there be enough time to complete all of them?

Chapter 21 - Buck, Eddie and Chris are finalizing their ‘To Do’ Lists, double checking their itineraries and packing their suitcases in preparation for their trip to Europe so they can board their flight that departs Los Angeles, CA on Friday, December 15, 2023 at 3:25PM.

Chapter 22 - While Buck, Eddie and Chris spend the first 8 days of their European family adventure in Italy, their primary reason for going will be fulfilled as well as several others they hadn’t considered or anticipated.

Chapter 23 - As the Diaz Family continues their Italian family adventure, they’ll say, “Ciao” or hello and goodbye to a lot of things almost immediately after they become an official and legal family.

Chapter 24 - After Buck, Eddie and Chris arrive in London, England on December 24th; the Diazes immediately start preparing to spend their first family Christmas together. During their stay, each of them will hear a few choice words that will be the life raft to get them home to complete their searches to be seen and to be found.

Chapter 25 - After spending more than two weeks in Europe, Eddie, Buck and Chris are back in Los Angeles and they’re getting ready to attend Maddie and Chimney’s New Year’s Eve party. During the event, they have plans to make two surprise announcements but the question is, who’s really going to be surprised, the Diaz family or their found family at the 118?

Chapter 26 - Buck and Eddie are once again faced with their greatest fear of losing each other but this time it could be permanent and if it is, then they won’t be able to spend the rest of their lives together.

Chapter 27 - After Buck resumes therapy, he’ll continue to face the fact that he “DIED” in March 2023 and during those sessions, he’ll learn about the 7 stages of grief. As he continues his healing journey, Eddie will be right by his side just like he promised and the Diaz family will start to deal with their three minutes and seventeen seconds loss as a family.

Chapter 28 - Two years ago, Eddie was asked, “What are you afraid of?”; twice, once by Frank and once by Buck but he only answered one of them without deflecting. Since that time, he’s been to therapy and him and Buck got married but the question resurfaces when Frank asks Buck the same question and Buck asks it of Eddie for the second time. However, when Buck asks, his reasoning will be about something else entirely.

Chapter 29 - Will be posted soon.

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Are Alistair and the Warden alive? Will they be alive in The Veilguard? And how old are they?

This post with stunning older Alistair art inspired me to search a little about something. Along their art, OP asked the following:

"Is your Alistair still alive in Veilguard? I still don't know about mine. Grey Warden's have a 30 year span, give or take. There is a possibility he is still kicking, but probably close to the end."

And I wanted to know for sure. Since Alistair is one of the few companions that we have an exact date (year) of birth of (9:10), and we also happen to know when Duncan recruited him (9:29), this makes it possible to know Alistair's exact age and how close to the calling he is (if alive).

As op said, Grey Wardens have about 30 years after their joining until they get the calling. Doing some research (aka reading the wiki), I found a not so fun fact! There's this old interview with David Gaider in which he speaks of it:

DG: It's something I put in Alistair's dialogue that I now regret! Afterwards I was like, "Wow, thirty years is a long time for that time frame." I didn't really intend when I was writing it, and only afterwards when I went back I said "Oh...I guess it does sort of implies thirty years after you take the Calling, doesn't it..." Sorry, after you take the Joining. That wasn't really my intention. But it's out there now so I'm like, okay, thirty years. But the idea is also that it varies. Thirty years is the maximum that you could probably expect. It's going to vary for an individual according to their willpower and the level of their interaction with the darkspawn.During a Blight you can expect that the Grey Wardens are going to have shorter lifespans. Outside of a Blight the Grey Wardens would tend to live longer. We have instances in the game of people going on their Calling after five or ten years. Alistair's thirty year quote shouldn't be taken as gospel, that's the way I like it.

So basically... Most people probably don't make it those 30 years. And if there's a blight, the life expectancy is even less.

Here's the math: Alistair joined the Grey Wardens at 19 (9:29), and was born in 9:10. The events of DATV start at 9:54 (10 years after Inquisition), which means... At the moment that The Veilguard begins, Alistair will be 44 years old (if alive), and it will have been 25 years since he did the joining. This means that he's, AT MOST, 5 years away from the calling (which btw, is 6 years for the Hero of Ferelden, if they're alive).

But there's another thing to consider, and that is... both the warden and Alistair fought a Blight, which as David Gaider said, makes their lifespans even shorter.

My hope is that since the Blight only lasted one year or less (which is not much considering how much other Blights lasted. Like, the first one lasted almost 200 years), this will reflect in his lifespan and will give both him and the warden more years to live. And technically speaking, I'd expect that the fact King Alistair is not adventuring to the Deep Roads (presumably?), he shouldn't have been close to darkspawn after he was crowned... Sooo, if the writers were to take that into consideration, it'd make sense that he lives longer than other wardens that might visit the deep roads. But perhaps this is just wishful thinking on my part, lol.

Having said all of this, please keep in mind this is all speculation. Perhaps what David Gaider said has been retconned to some extent since at least 2012 (January 14, 2012).

For all we know Alistair might have already died, for this or other reasons, and perhaps the Warden as well (which... would kinda suck I guess, but I suppose I wouldn't be that surprised). Although I admit that the fact that the Warden was looking for a cure in DAI gives me some hope. Perhaps in the 10 years between the end of Inquisition and the beginning of DATV the Warden has already found a cure? Perhaps they find it at some point during DATV, very last minute to prevent their deaths? Everything is possible. Even if I get the impression that the writers don't seem very interested in the Warden having more importance in the games... Since The Grey Wardens have made a comeback, it'd make sense to know about this if it happens! I have hope hahaha.

[srbachchan]

DAY 5581

Jalsa, Mumbai                    May 28/29,  2023                 Sun/Mon 9:55 AM

🪔 .. May 29 .. birthday happiness to Ef Prakash Chovhan from Fiji .. love ever from your Ef Family .. 😘

And to Ef Anjana Sridhar .. their Wedding Anniversary on May 29th .. our greetings .. 💕💍

The day passes away and the hope of being in time for the Blog passes away too .. much anticipation took place among the TV for the IPL and finally, I think today will be the play for the Final .. 

No sides .. may the better win .. 

So last day yesterday at the shoot location there is ever the doubt on whether the work done was within the acceptance limits of the Director .. and when in doubt a request to do it again .. that granted, when you go  back to the original you find that the earlier seemed better or perhaps in better condition of an audience acceptance .. 

Originals are originals .. and through and time and test have been accomplished enough to state that the one done originally was the better .. 

Many a times Directors have dictated to their crew silently to record rehearsals as well, as the Artists rehearse a scene before the cameras go on .. and I would tend to agree that the first take or the first attempt at the scene is perhaps always the best .. we are never able to give a copy a better copy ..

the copy a better copy .. ha !

and the original lives in our lives, undeterred and without any disturbance to obviously be quite the best ..

so do not ask which one was my original because I shall not have knowledge of it .. nor any remembrance .. 

strange is it not ... I notice and see a great many that have achievements on their broad shoulders, remember each detail of their ‘journey’ -  ahh .. a word I cannot adhere to , simply because it has become an expression used by all so reverentially that it seems they were out on an expedition - yes, each life is a journey, but can we call it something else .. journey is NOT an original .. just as the oft used expression these days ..’my bad’ when they do some mistake or error .. !!!

Expressions and languages change over time .. and we accept them or learn to accept them .. but the original remains the original still ..

its the brevity of express that has overtaken all our communication .. the faster the sooner the quicker you express and move on is the norm .. 

so the kid talks so fast you can hardly make out what has been expressed .. the broadcasters speed of delivery is to inform all in limited time frame and move to the next .. 

guy does brilliant on the pitch and is called for a personal reaction and it is an exercise of a prerecorded humanoid .. !!! they deliver in speed and have relevance of thought and word .. uffff .. how do they do it .. I try but fail .. after a few seconds the cerebrum wants to stop and does .. 

aaaahhh ...  the vagaries of age and time ..

.. and it ends in the love of the well wishers .. and the apprehension whether they shall be there or not is ever present .. 

the gate opens and the love pours out and the heart and mind are set at rest .. yes they are there and they do show their love ..

and back to the grind of life .. 

.. to rush now for work .. on something that is not a new project but a new thought .. soon to be out ..

My love 

Amitabh Bachchan

[mercurytrinemoon]

How do you rectify a chart? I can’t figure out if I’m Leo, Capricorn or Virgo ascendant

It's kind of a complex thing to do and a lot of explanation so I'll try to give some of the most crucial tips:

First important thing in rectification is to use a wole sign house system. If you're a Leo rising at 29 degrees, it doesn't matter. The whole Leo is your 1st house and so on

Also REALLY think of what makes the most sense to you. So you say Leo or Virgo or Capricorn. Now I'm assuming you have approximate time frame for Leo/Virgo cause they're next to each other but where does the Cap possibility come from? Is it an am/pm debate or what?

Look at each possible rising sign through whole sign houses and try to REALLY be objective when it comes to your planetary positions and what planets rule what houses. Look at the ascendant ruler. Where would each ascendant ruler fall? WHAT planet is your ascendant ruler? Being Saturn-ruled will be SO much different than being Sun or Mercury-ruled.

Ask people around how they view you. Think of what you value the most about everything. Think of what approach in life you have.

That will be your basis but the real rectification starts with looking at transits and progressions:

Prepare a list of dates of important events in your life, it can be anything that stands out in your memory (injuries, heartbreak, starting/ending a relationship, getting a job, moving, travelling, starting a hobby, weird coincidences etc).Use profections to see what planet was active during a given year to see what planet will be the most prominent during that year.

Look back at transits regarding those events. If you have 3 options with your rising sign, you need to mix and match and see what makes sense in terms of planets transiting your houses/planets.

For example: in 2017 I went through a 3rd house profection year ruled by Mars. So Mars was my time lord. Almost immediately after birthday I started getting ill and having various acute health problems pretty much throughout the entire year. So I could already tell the energy for that year was very martian: inflammatory and sudden and just malefic in general.

Another example: my sister is a Pisces rising and during one of her 1st house profection years she got married. Her 1st house profection would of course be ruled by a benefic Jupiter, which can indicate a good year, especially for someone with a day chart (Sun above the asc-dsc axis). That year transiting Jupiter entered Cancer - her 5th house where she has her natal Moon. That year during the transit she also happily got pregnant. So she got a double blessing from Jupiter cause it was her time lord and it also coincided with a good transit to her chart.

Look at planetary cycles. For example, Venus is retrograding every 8 years in the same sign. Last summer it was rx in Leo. How did that affect you?

Think of your Saturn transits. What heppened when Saturn was in Leo vs Virgo vs Capricorn? When Saturn transits the 1st house, we often take solid care of our health and bodies, start work out routines, often times because health issues pop up etc. Sometimes Saturn through the 12th can bring health issues (usually chronic or ones that are hard to diagnose) as well tho so keep that in mind.

You need to really sit down and do a bunch of notes and draw conclusions.

Let's take an example of my exhibit Gemini rising: his ascendant ruler is Mercury. During his 1st house profection year (which already indicates there can be stuff happening to the body), he injured himself. So his time lord for the year was Mercury - this will be a planet that is more sensitive that year. Now looking at his transits, his injury occured when transiting Mars was squaring his Mercury. On top of that, that Mars was also opposing his ascendant, which can also lead to accidents.

Generally also look at the state of your potential ascendant ruler: is it in a good or bad house, is it well or badly aspected and is it exalted/fallen/whatever etc.

Secondary progressions can also be useful. Look at progressed benefics and malefics and if they went over your potential axis. Now it's hard to rectify an exact degree of the ascendant but let's say you have your natal Mars in Cancer and it progressed into Leo at some point: if you're a Leo rising, it would progress into your 1st house and so maybe you started being more accident-prone or started having anger issues or suddenly found interest in sports. Now I don't know the rest of your chart so that's just a hypothetical example.

Generally it's a tedious thing to rectify a chart but you either REALLY sit down for a few days or weeks and do it yourself or you can pay a ton of $$$ for someone else to do it for you. Also once you feel like you did the job, still keep an eye out for transits and how they affect you, just to have a confirmation.

Hope that helps

[dis-easedfairy]

Noxious Pt.6

Chapter 6: The Bonds We’ve Built

Warnings!: 18+ | Swearing/Strong Language | Suggestive/Dirty Jokes | Tae Moves FAST | Jimin Feels |

Pairings: Park Jimin x  Female Reader | Kim Taehyung x Female Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Best Friend!au, College!au, Eventual Poly!au, Eventual Smut

Word Count: 7,921 (roughly 29 minutes of average reading time)

Summary: Jimin, Taehyung and F/n are all childhood friends. Taehyung moved away some years ago and left Jimin to take care of F/n. F/n falls for Jimin as they get older and gives up everything to fit into his life, until one night Jimin gets drunk and tells her what he really thinks of her.

A/N: SOoooo I got a new computer and my laptop is a little janky so I haven't been able to transfer everything (impulsive decision, holiday specials and other works) including my taglists so sorry about that. Sorry for the wait. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy. 

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Once I climbed onto the fluffy comforter Taehyung leaned forward, wrapped his arms around my frame, and pulled us both back into the pillows. I could see the city lights through the large-ish windows and it with Taehyung's heartbeat was all I could manage to focus on despite the large TV playing a movie. It was just serving as white noise at this point. The lights in the hotel room were shut off to set the nighttime ambiance.

He wouldn't tell me how much the hotel cost when we arrived. I knew it was one of the fancier ones in Seoul. No matter how many times I tried to apologize for Hoseok making him come, he would shut me down.

He did end up reassuring me about Yeontan. He left him with his mom for the night. I had no doubt in my mind that Mrs. Kim would spoil Yeontan.

I was so worried about boundaries that I was hesitant to show any affection to Taehyung, but as I laid in his arms, his chin resting on my head as the side of my face was pressed to his chest it was clear that it wasn't an issue.

"You seem less aggressive than Hoseok warned me you'd be." His voice was just above a whisper.

"Aggressive?" I tried to replay my actions in my head from the past few weeks.

"He said you and Jimin argued a lot recently. He warned me about picking a fight with Jimin or you. He just wanted us all to meet but didn't want it to blow up." Taehyung explained.

And it blew up anyway, "Poor Hobi." I sighed.

Taehyung let out a sigh of his own. He then reached over and grabbed the remote, pausing the movie and shifting so he could look a little more at my face.

"...Can I ask what happened with you and Jimin? I know it might be too soon to butt into your life and be this touchy, but it's been bothering me all night. What's happening?"

"Jimin and I are just disagreeing on our friendship." I tried to dance the question, but he seemed to be the better dancer.

"What is there to disagree about? I know you're hiding something from me."

I let out a groan, kicking my feet in frustration, "Tae!" I whined.

It all seemed stupid now. Not only that but the way Taehyung's eyes would darken when something affected me negatively made me think Taehyung would confront him. The last thing I wanted to have then was confrontation.

Taehyung let out a giggle and began to hold onto me tighter, "I'm hurt, I thought I was your dragon?" He began to tease.

I tried to squirm out of his grip, a decision that caused him to sit up and push me into the bed by my shoulders. I reflexively put my hands on his chest, ready to push him off, but stopped when I realized he was now straddling me. As he hovered above me, the world froze.

The dim lights from the city lights danced along his face while the light from the TV highlighted his form. His hands warmed my shoulders and sent tingles down my back and up my neck. His eyes widened like I bet mine were. Both surprised that we found ourselves in this position. I could feel his hammering heart under my palms, a sensation I don't think my own heart was ready for.

I was unsure if it was me making him nervous, or if it was from his efforts of getting me to sit still. To test the waters my hands began to slide down from his chest. I could feel him hold his breath, his eyes still locked with mine. His eyes weren't frozen in surprise though, they began to waver like he was searching for something in my gaze.

My hands slid down to his stomach. No abs, just soft warmth that somehow made my fondness grow. Taehyung's hands moved from my shoulders to brace himself, his hands now on the bed beside each side of my head. He began to slowly lower himself, it was slow enough that made me feel at ease like I had all the time in the world to move if I wanted to. Once his forehead rested on mine, he closed his eyes as I moved my hands up and to the side of his ribcage then glided to his back.

"I just want to protect you." His voice was soft and full of sincerity.

"...You don't have to. You don't need to, Tae." I assured, beginning to rub his back.

Taehyung shook his head, "I'm the dragon. I protect the princess."

“Ew, cringe.” I giggled, not missing the soft puff of amusement from him in return.

I tried to fight back the warmth that began to blossom in my cheeks as I tried to make myself think clearly. Just like at dinner, the warm fog began to roll in. It made the world seem sugary sweet. It made everything seem light and like everything was going to be good forever.

A feeling that I was starting to fear. A feeling that was too foreign for me to understand.

As my own eyes fluttered closed a question needed to be asked, "Tae...? Is this okay?" My words managed to break through as the fog began to consume my thoughts.

"What's okay? You being here with me? You under me? Or are you asking if it's okay to tell me?" I could feel his forehead lift off of mine, I almost wanted to chase the heat his forehead gave.

"All of it." I could feel his weight shift on top of me and my hands slid off of him onto the bed beside me, I could feel the bed lift around my head.

"Does it feel right?" I didn't know.

Did it feel right? Why did it feel amazing yet feel like impending doom? Why did I want to get lost in it, yet have a map to guide me back and make sure I was at least going in the right direction?

I could feel his hand find mine and intertwine our fingers, I refused to open my eyes. I feared that if I opened my eyes I would fall for the sight I would see. The man in front of me.

Once it took too long for me to respond, Taehyung let out a sigh, "Just tell me what's wrong. I can fix it. I can help."

"It's not something you can really fix. It's just a petty argument that will go away in a few hours."

"Tell me anyway, just in case it doesn't." I could feel fingers lightly caress my cheek, begging me to give in to the temptation.

Telling him wouldn't hurt. Would it?

"I fell in love with Jimin." The words rushed out of my mouth before I could second-guess them.

Taehyung's body stiffened, I was afraid I may have done something wrong but decided to tell anyway, "I didn't really confess properly... One night he just... He got so drunk and called me to pick him up. When I did he basically told me he didn't love me but kept leading me on anyway." I had no idea why I was sugar-coating it.

Maybe it was because I could feel Taehyung tremble above me or maybe it was because I didn't want him to fight Jimin.

I felt his warm hands cup my face, making my resolve quake, "This doesn't sound like an argument that will go away in a few hours." He murmured.

I wanted to snap at him that I was aware of that, but as my eyes opened and I was met with a heavenly sight, the words died in my throat.

His eyes were hooded, looking at me with a soft yet predatory gaze that made me feel like I was now getting too much attention.

"We're working on it." I endured.

Taehyung began to lean forward again. This time our eyes locked. He placed one hand beside my head as the other stayed on my cheek. Once his eyes flicked down to my lips, I knew my fate was sealed.

I could feel the flood of adoration rush into my blood. The feeling from the restaurant came flooding back. The one that lost reason, the one that didn't know boundaries.

I didn't know if Taehyung was feeling the same, but one thing that made the feeling intensify was how Taehyung froze mere inches away from his face. His eyes wavered, then quickly averted my gaze, his lips pressing together to avoid smiling.

"...Do you know why I gave you the nickname Yakgwa?" He asked, seeming like he was changing the subject.

I tried not to show my disappointment as I responded, "Uh, was it because the lady at the stand gave me free ones because I shared them with you and Jimin?"

Taehyung shook his head, he looked back over to me, his eyes weren't meeting mine, they were purely on my lips as he spoke, "A few weeks after that. We were in the park close to my house. You wanted to be pretty. So I put flowers in your hair, my mom dressed you up in a princess dress, you insisted on a tea party, and you made me dress up too. Jimin usually would be the one to dress up with you but he was at his brother's game at the beach. After cookies and tea, you dragged me up to the tallest part of the park swing set and told me to pretend we were getting married."

Oh god no.

"Yah! You don't need to finish!" I quickly stated, feeling the burning embarrassment as I moved my hands to cover my face.

Taehyung began to move my hands away and continued his story, "My mom ran as fast as she could to get my dad and the camera from the car. I thought you were going to do the same thing you did with Jimin. You would get a kiss on the cheek and then hug him. But you didn't want that with me. You pulled me in and kissed me. On the lips."

My face was blazing hot as I only shook my head at his retelling of events. I refused to believe I stole his first kiss. All for a mock wedding because Jimin wasn't there to give me one.

"I don't call you Yakgwa because of some lady at a market. I call you that because when you kissed me, at our fake wedding," Taehyung's lips pulled into a small smile as he began to close the gap between our lips, "your lips tasted exactly like yakgwa."

Unlike when we were children, I let him close the space. His lips molded to mine making searing heat rush to my neck and face. I felt overwhelmingly warm and affectionate, my hands quickly moving to grip his shirt to keep him from moving away. Taehyung moved back slightly so he could fit between my legs instead of straddling them. I was more than willing to open my legs to accommodate him, my lips even parting when his tongue brushed against my bottom lip.

It was a burning blur of events that led to my hands in his hair, he was pressed dangerously against me. He was so close I could feel his racing heartbeat and the heat coming from his flushed skin. His hand traveled from my face down. I never expected him to slowly begin to play with the buttons of my shirt.

I knew this was too fast. It was all emotion and not any rational thought. The sound of a buzzing phone in the distance did nothing to break the focus we had on each other's mouths. With each movement of our tongues or lips, I began to feel more confident. I soon made us roll over so I was now on top of Taehyung, using my newfound leverage to set the pace. I unknowingly gave Taehyung the advantage of being able to slide his hands up the back of my shirt. His hot palms caused shivers to dance along my skin.

Once Taehyung bucked his hips up against me it caused an even bigger issue. I swallowed down the groan that arose from him, my core now feeling tingling heat that caused me to rock my hips against him. I pulled away from his lips to attack his neck.

A moan tore from his throat which drove me absolutely insane.

"There, please there," His breathless voice floated to me through the haze once I kissed a certain part of his neck, slightly under the ear, along his jawline.

Taehyung's hands went from my back to my ass to knead the soft flesh and help me keep my pace. Once a moan escaped me, Taehyung flipped us back over. Instead of kissing my neck, he went straight to unbuttoning my shirt.

This was enough time for the haze to slightly lift enough for my rational mind to wrap around the situation. I quickly grabbed Taehyung's hands, making him freeze in place, the fog lifting for him too.

Our panting breaths filled the room as we were both scared to move. Our flushed faces and disheveled looks gave a clear indication that we lost control.

Before he could speak I wanted to clarify, "I'm sorry! I was trying to keep my head in check but I just--" Taehyung cut me off with an adorable peck to the lips.

"Don't apologize, we both liked it, right?" He cupped my face with one hand again, eyes looking into mine full of hope.

"Yes. I did, but don't you think this is a little too fast?"

Taehyung seemed to deflate, "I haven't actually thought about it..."

"EH!?" Was the only noise that came out, causing Taehyung to press his lips together in an effort not to laugh.

What does he mean he hasn't thought about it?? Was he just going with the flow? Was he just acting on pure emotion or urge??

"I was just excited to see you again if I'm being honest. We had a really nice time last time and I got to meet your friends and see Jimin again. I had a really pleasant night and being here with you just..." He looked up at the ceiling like he was trying to gather his thoughts.

The suspense was killing me. I wasn't sure what I was expecting him to say, my whole body froze in anticipation.

A big smile began to form on his face, he hid his face against my shoulder as he quietly muttered, "You make me so happy."

Taehyung lowered himself so he was laying on top of me, his arms wrapped around me as he nuzzled into my shoulder, as my hands found his hair my body relaxed.

"I'll take it a lot slower," Taehyung promised, "We'll know each other all over again."

He let out a sigh, and all the tension in his body dissipated. It was like he melted over me, I expected him to be heavy but it was somehow a comfortable weight. I never knew a person could be a security blanket.

"You're so warm," Taehyung whispered, I could even hear the smile in his voice.

"You're so safe," I whispered back before turning my head to kiss his temple and the top of his head.

Taehyung let out a hum that vibrated into my bones before he spoke, "Let's sleep. I'll take you to school in the morning. You need to show me around anyway."

It was now becoming a theme that I couldn't say no to this man.

Taehyung was keeping to his word.

I think.

As soon as we woke up he dragged me to a café. He was practically bouncing in his seat as we waited for me to decide.

"How do you have this much energy right now?" I yawned, I was tired and drowsiness hugged me like a heavy blanket.

"Maybe we should've gotten you a couple of espresso shots." Taehyung grinned.

"Or maybe I should've slept more," I grumbled while rubbing my eyes.

It was 6 am. Every bone in my body seemed to pop and creak with resistance. The warm and cozy café filled with smells of coffee and baked goods did little to nothing to wake my senses. If anything it had the opposite effect. Hints of vanilla and lavender wafting under the stronger coffee smell.

"I wanted to have breakfast with you before you went to school. I've been imagining how nice it would be to eat breakfast, drop you off, and come back to have lunch with you." His dreamy telling made it hard to be mad at him.

But not impossible.

I yawned, leaning back in my chair, "Well, we should have you learn my schedule because you are two hours ahead, TaeTae."  

Taehyung flashed me an apologetic smile, "That would be good. I'm on high school hours I guess."

"I do think lunch would be good though. The guys seemed to like you well enough. I think Jeongguk needs another photographer or camera person in his life because Yoongi locks himself in his dorm or the recording studio booths."

"Jeongguk is a photographer?"

"He's more into video, but he's a jack of all trades. I think you'll like him. I used to play games with him at parties Jimin would drag me to, but my grades started to tank. You two would get along." I elaborated, trying to focus my eyes on the menu.

My fuzzy, half-asleep brain refused to multitask. My brain unable to register that I was looking at words. I must've squinted at the words like they were ancient scratching because the menu was taken out of my hands.

"Are you feeling a hot drink or a cold one?" Taehyung questioned, his eyes scanning the menu.

"Cold."

"Are you a strong brew or blonde brew kinda person?"

"Strong brew," I muttered, my eyes wandering to look around the coffee shop.

"Are you like a hazelnut toffee, or like a peppermint mocha?"

"...These are a lot of questions for coffee." Taehyung smiled, not looking up from the menu.

I narrowed my eyes at him in suspicion, "The coffee shop isn't asking this, is it?"

Taehyung placed the menu down and let his eyes wander to the ceiling like he was thinking over his answer.

"I just want to get to know you better." He admitted.

I had no idea why I was so guarded in some aspects but I was willing to fully make out with him. Why I felt like telling him things would only be a nuisance to him and annoying?

How did I expect us to get closer with no communication though?

I sucked it up, noting that I was being unreasonable and unfair.

"Salted Caramel Mocha is usually my go-to if they have it. I'm a sucker for seasonal flavors. I avoid hazelnut because my mom is allergic and I forget it's an option." I informed.

Taehyung's smile grew, "They have salted caramel as syrup and you can add it to a mocha!"

"That sounds fine," I assured.

He then proceeded to do a subtle little dance in his seat that devastated me before raising to go place our order.

I couldn't help but look over every so often at him. Each time I wasn't disappointed, he was undeniably adorable no matter the circumstances it seemed.

I scolded myself mentally, feeling a least a little creepy for staring, so I turned my attention out the window to see the sun turning the sky in various soft tones, watching people pulling up to get their caffeine fixes.

We had come pretty early. So early that the sun was barely rising, and the air was cool and crisp. The cool air outside contrasted the warm air in the coffee shop enough to make fog against the corners of the shop windows. It set a very particular feeling I knew I would only experience in this very specific scenario.

I heard a semi-loud giggle that turned my attention over to the counter that Taehyung was standing at.

It was obvious the barista was flirting with him, but what really caught my attention was the mountain of goodies on the wooden tray provided by the shop. I at first, thought the barista gave him these goodies as a way of flirting, but as I looked on a little longer, Taehyung asked a question I couldn't quite hear. Before he could even get an answer he was reaching over to the display case to get another wrapped goodie. This caused the barista to let out another giggle.

Another barista, a male who seemed unamused, placed the two coffees on the tray, moved his coworker over, and began to ring up the items. He read out the total to which Taehyung gave over his card with a heart-wrenching smile. His card was rung up and given back. The female coworker was lightly pushed towards the back of the counters facing the wall.

Taehyung took the tray and as soon as he turned to face our table his excited smile blossomed butterflies in my stomach. He nearly skipped to the table, putting down the tray and unloading my drink first.

"I didn't know if you wanted breakfast but I thought these looked good!" He began, unloading the different treats off the tray and separating them into sweet ones and savory ones.

"I didn't know if you were more into bread in the morning or light things," He explained as he took his seat and began to shuffle through them himself.

"Uhhh, I've actually never thought about it. I'm either early to class or incredibly late. There is no in-between so I just grab whatever or nothing at all. I never asked what coffee you liked by the way." I prodded.

Taehyung looked over to his drink then back to me with a bit of a sheepish look, "I actually don't like most coffees. They're too bitter."

This man couldn't get any cuter even if he tried.

"So you got a hot chocolate? Or a latte?" I questioned, sitting a bit forward to look at the treats on the table.

"Yeah, I got a raspberry white hot chocolate. They had a caramel chocolate one too but I haven't tried the raspberry one."

"At least you're adventurous. My roommate gets a strawberry latte everywhere she goes. Chooses nothing else but that and dalgona."

"I knew a few people like that. Especially strawberry latte ones." He trailed off.

I picked out one of the sandwiches from the pile and looked for a bread bun. I usually went for more savory things since the coffee was already pretty sweet. Sandwiches were alright but nothing beat the bread buns. Once I found a chicken curry bun I happily snatched it in delight. As I began to open it I caught sight of Taehyung in my peripheral vision. I looked up to see him fully and was greeted by his slight smile. His eyes held warmth in them as the rising sun began to shine rays to dance in his irises.

His eyes were naturally dark in color. Yet when the sun hit them just right they turned into molten dark chocolate. The unevenness of his eyes held so much charm that was only elevated by the adorable beauty mark right under one of his eyes.

"You're doing it again." Taehyung chuckled, obviously flustered.

I ripped my eyes away from him to look down at my bun, "Sorry, you're just really beautiful." I admitted.  

Taehyung let out a flustered groan, "How can you say that so easily?"

I began to flush myself as I shrugged, "Artist brain maybe?" I theorized.

Taehyung shook his head as he was failing to hide a smile, “Well, Artist Brain, I have to take you to campus soon. Eat up.”

Arriving on campus before 8 am was a surreal feeling. Most of my classes started at 9 am or later. However, this gave me the perfect opportunity to visit Jeongguk about jobs since he was probably getting ready to go to his sometime soon.

After shooting him a text I made my way to his dorm room. Once I knocked on the door it swung open theatrically to reveal a semi-surprising sight.

“I don’t hear you counting!” Hoseok’s signature drill-sergeant-like tone drew out to the figure below him as he twirled a black-stick-like object in his hand.

Below Hoseok was sadly Jimin. Doing pushups but his arms were shaking and grunts of effort left his lips leading me to believe this had been going on for a while.

Jeongguk’s bright face, wet hair, and bunny smile greeted me as he held the door open.

“Morning, Noona!” He chirped like the scene behind him wasn't taking place.

“Uh… Am I interrupting somethi– Is that a selfie stick??” As I spotted the object in Hoseok’s hand, a phone now visibly attached it it, Jeongguk shrugged.

“Sometimes I have to use my phone to film. Need those angles.” He replied nonchalantly.

“…Please don't tell me the phone is actually recording…”

“Good Morning, F/n! What brings you here?” Hobi’s sunshine smile beamed so brightly that it gave me whiplash, forgetting the phone completely.

“I was going to ask Jeongguk when he was free to job hunt; Jimin are you okay?” I questioned.

“NO!” Jimin puffed which earned him a light kick from Hoseok.

“I didn’t say to stop counting.” Hoseok nearly barked.

“I’m free around five this afternoon. We could get food and hunt. There is also a new machine in the arcade not too far from here, we could check that out.” Jeongguk proposed.

“She… said ‘job hunt’… not… a date!” Jimin muttered between pants.

“Less talking more counting!”

“Okay, what the fuck is happening!? Jimin please get up I'm so uncomfortable.” I stepped into the room to close the door behind me like I had to hide the scene from passersby.

Jimin let out a groan of relief as he dropped flat on the floor, a sweaty and flushed mess.

“Why is this happening?” I interrogated, crossing my arms in hopes it showed I meant business.

Jeongguk and Hoseok exchanged looks before Hoseok spoke up, “Last night shouldn't have happened so we’re rectifying it.”

“What!? That’s what this is? He apologized!” I defended in disbelief.

“You were upset!” Jeongguk countered.

“At myself, not him!” I groaned.

“…Jimin, why didn’t you say anything?” Hoseok asked like that would be a possibility.

“Now, I’m going to take Jimin to his dorm to clean up and take him to a nice breakfast. I want you BOTH to be in the same state he is in or I’ll tell Seokjin it was you two who ruined his game save files!” I threatened as I moved to peel my childhood crush off the floor.

“You wouldn’t!” Jeongguk gasped.

“He was so mad that his farm in Stardew Valley was just GONE. He loved his fucking ducks, Jeongguk, you monster!” I called out dramatically as Jimin tried to hold himself up, throwing his arm around my shoulders for support.

“We wanted to see the creepy-looking farm map! We made so much progress and misclicked!” Hoseok tried to save their future in vain.

“HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE?? HE WAS FARMING DIAMONDS BRO. DIAMONDS. ”

“YOU CAN DO THAT?”

“WE’RE LEAVING!” Jimin groaned nearly yanking me to the door.

“I vow to stop storming out dramatically after arguments.” I sighed as I tried to make myself as comfortable as I could on Jimin’s bed.

“I would appreciate that.” Jimin gave me a playful scoff as he entered the dorm, freshly showered.

I tried not to giggle as he plopped himself next to me with a pout, his hair reminding me faintly of a porcupine.

“I really am sorry. I should’ve let it go as soon as you apologized. It was childish and I won't do it again.” I reiterated in a firm and determined tone that made Jimin let out a breathless giggle.

“It wasn’t childish and you weren't obligated to forgive me. You were angry. Understandably so.” Jimin sighed as he looked down at his hands.

A looming silence filled the air. I could feel it in his tone and the way he was sitting that he had more to say. So I kept quiet, trying not to jump in or rush him as he found his words.

When his words finally came it caught me so off-guard, “I felt jealous.”

I swore he was some kind of mythical creature when he looked up at me finally. The natural light coming from the dorm room window hit the white wall behind us causing his features to illuminate perfectly.

Jimin averted his eyes from me as he began to explain, “I really thought about it last night. On why I acted that way. You and Taehyung seemed to get along so well and I guess I started to compare it to how we are now. I was angry. I couldn’t talk to you like that or touch you like that. I can barely even hug you anymore because it’s so different now and I don't want to push your boundaries. I know it’s my fault it's like this and that it’s my fault we can’t be that way. It was wrong of me to get mad at you if I’m the reason our relationship is so complicated now. I’m sorry. I’ll try to control my emotions.”

I could feel my stomach fill with guilt.

I made out with Taehyung last night.

And now Jimin was pouring his heart out.

And now I wanted Jimin all over again but now Taehyung may have the wrong idea. Did I have the wrong idea? Did I read too much into Taehyung’s attention and throw myself at him? Were my emotions too high and I just fucked up so badly? Did I just make this even messier than it was before?

“What are you thinking about?” Jimin’s voice caused me to nearly jump out of my skin.

I snapped my guilt-filled eyes over to look at Jimin, trying my best to gather my thoughts.

“Why did you feel jealous?” What a stupid fucking question about something he already answered.

To my surprise, he seemed to think over my question.

Jimin’s lips pulled into a frown, “I felt like I was getting replaced. Like someone stole you from me, right in front of me. Like I already lost you. Everyone was warning me at the table to not interfere with what you had with Taehyung… even if it was possible you…” He trailed off his eyes averting once again as he pressed his lips together, his brows creasing.

“Is that what you were talking about when Taehyung and I left the table?”

Jimin nodded, “They noticed I was trying to butt in. They told me to back off. I just couldn’t help it though. What if you actually stopped preferring me and started preferring you spent time with Taehyung? What if you gave up your days just to take a ride to Daegu and left no time for me? What if you transferred schools to be closer to him? What if he hated me too and didn't want you to speak to me anymore? What if you finally realized I wasn't worth your time?”  

The urge to hug Jimin only became stronger as I saw his eyes turn glossy, his eyes shifting to look at his lap and he tried to think more.

“That's why I told you it was stupid and to ignore me for the rest of the night. My complicated feelings shouldn’t stop your own. You watched me have girlfriend after girlfriend. You heard who I hooked up with the next day after it happened. You saw me flirt with others, you saw me kiss others, yet you never pushed yourself in, you never do what I do. I get so mad at myself because every time I act this way I think of that. That I’m being immature. That I’m entitled. That I’m such a stupid fucking hypocrite.”

“Jimin, can I hug you?” I asked softly, trying not to cry like an absolute fool.

Jimin looked up at me in complete surprise, “You want to hug me?”

I only nodded, reaching my hands out was the only confirmation he needed before immediately ducking down to shove his face into my shoulder and wrap his arms around my waist. One of my arms wrapped around his shoulders while the other held his head close to me. He let out a hum that vibrated my collarbone and warmed me from the inside despite his wet hair cooling my fingertips.

“We’re just both big idiots, huh?” I commented softly.

“Yoongi said it's because we share a single brain cell.” Jimin’s voice was muffled against my shoulder.

Before I could defend ourselves from Yoongi’s comment, Jimin unwrapped his arms to place his hands on my stomach and push me back so I was flat against the bed. Once I was flat Jimin used his knees to push open my legs and move to lay on top of me, his face back into my shoulder and his arms beginning to wrap around me once more as he let out a content sign.

“I missed you,” Jimin whispered as he nuzzled his face against the crook of my neck.

I tried to ignore the goosebumps that followed his action and tried to lay out the schedule for the day.

“Don’t get too comfortable, porcupine. I still have to take you to breakfast.” I tried to reach for the discarded towel for this man’s still dripping hair with little success.

Jimin took a deep breath, nuzzling his face into my shoulder with a hum, “Or we can take a nap and have lunch later.”

I let out a huff, accepting my fate of a wet shirt because the stupid towel wasn't in arms reach.

“I have classes in an hour, I can't sleep in.” I frowned.

“…Who gets 9am classes?”

“They were the only ones available on such short notice! It was either 9am or 7am and I don't think I’d function that early.” I whined.

“I’ll miss the breakfasts we had at 10.” Jimin sighed at the loss.

I let out a scoff, “More like your 10am hangover pity party.”

Jimin huffed at the jab, “Well now the pity party will move to lunch.”

“Or you could get up earlier, you know?” Jimin lifted his head to look at me in mock offense at the mere suggestion of something so vile.

“How dare you.” He muttered.

If he had pearls he’d clutch them about now.

I raised my hand to push the hair out of his face, enjoying the bare-faced view on top of me, “Apologies, your majesty, perhaps I could interest you in toast made by the finest lady in front of the university campus to make up for my grievances.”

Jimin’s eyes narrowed but he held no real malice, “I want an extra egg in mine.”

“Pardon, your grace?” I teased.

Jimin’s eye roll was somehow so relieving to see after all that happened last night.

“It would be unbecoming of me to evaluate so severely. I should absolve those I rule over readily for they are my people. I only ask for an additional golden egg to be lain upon said toast to reestablish the trust we have forged.”

I gave out a dramatic gasp, “Such a gracious Prince! To what do I owe to be in such a serendipitous standing to be ruled over by someone as dignified as you, your majesty? Such compassion will not be taken for granted!”

“Okay, you need to shut up now you’re giving me a headache.”

“Do you think she gets a lot of money for running this?” Jimin asked, mouth slightly full as he looked around at the college students crowding the multiple carts and trucks around us.

It was pretty common for street vendors to come to the university parking lot to sell food in the mornings. They tended to stick around until after lunch, they’d leave then go to open up their shops for the night at the markets on popular streets or districts.

I’m sure I've seen a few nearby clubs and other shopping districts.

Jimin’s usual go-to was this nice older lady who made these sandwiches. Toast, a sauce, egg, cheese, and ham. It was simple but I think Jimin took a liking to her kind demeanor and the fact that she used reminded him of his own grandmother.

“Probably. Most markets are open throughout the day but I’m sure hungry college students surviving off of ramen flood them when they get the money.”

Jimin only let out a hum, clearly too preoccupied with his food to truly give a response. His puffy cheeks and pouted lips made me muster the strength to utter my next words.

“So, I’m just warning you that I was going to invite Taehyung for our group lunch.” I tried to play it off like I wasn’t internally freaking out about the possible reaction to my words.

He swallowed, looking over at me seeming to process my words for a moment.

“You know,” He began.

Oh no, here it comes.

“Maybe I should take you somewhere for dinner. I share you for almost every meal with other friends. I used to do it because it was easier that way and I didn't really want to spend too much time with you, but recently, I can’t help but feel like it's too little. We’ll have lunch with everyone but dinner is my time.” Jimin suggested.

Okay, maybe he didn't hear me.

“I do spend a lot of time with our friends and even more now that Taehyung is back in our lives.” I tried to give him hints that he couldn't avoid.

“Mhm, so we’ll have lunches with them but dinner is with me! My mom was sending me some recipes and I’ve been meaning to try out the hot plate my dad got me. We might have to go to the market for some pots though.” Jimin smiled.

It was so genuine that I had to be clear.

“Yes, lunch with Taehyung and dinner with you!” I tried again.

Jimin frowned.

Finally.

“Lunches are for the group. See if he’ll take the breakfast slot?”

EXCUSE ME.

“You’re talking like I'm a community center that needs a timeslot!”

Jimin shrugged, “I’m just saying I promised Jeonggukie I would always have lunch with him and I know everyone would miss you even if it were for a day. I’m not much of a morning person anyway so I’ll take the evenings but it’s banished to morning time.”

“Its name is Taehyung.”

“It’s annoyingly dense. Keep it away from me.”

“Jimin-”

“No.” Jimin’s voice was firm.

He took a deep breath before speaking like he was clearing his mind to choose his next words.

“I know I can’t keep you from seeing him as a friend. You’re a person, not an object. I don't mind him at friend gatherings because Jeongguk seems to like him and Yoongi has a soft spot for him. I shouldn’t ruin that with the problems I have for him in the past. All I ask is to not expect me to treat him like he’s my friend and like I have to be around him. Please?”

I only nodded at his reasoning. I really didn't want to force it on Jimin but I felt like it was unavoidable at some point.

“Now eat your sandwich! You have a busy day! Jeonggukie is gonna take you job hunting around 4:30-ish. In the meantime, I’ll look for pots and stuff after classes so we can have dinner together!”

This is one of the first times I hoped classes were longer. Before I knew it, it was 1pm. The time everyone got a break for lunch.

I was undoubtedly nervous. One dinner with the group and Taehyung was a semi-disaster.

Would lunch be the same? I already confirmed with him that he was able to join us for lunch. What if Jimin changed his mind? What if Taehyung brought up our kiss? I never told Taehyung he couldn't say anything.

As I packed up my things I made sure to do it at a lethargic pace. Maybe I could get hit by a high-speed project from the robotics lab on the way there if I was lucky. I could go to the nurse or something to get out of it.

My slow walk through the campus brought a surprising sense of peace. Though Jimin didn't fully accept Taehyung, he did acknowledge him. It wasn't the best but it was a start.

I’ve felt closer to everyone than I have before. Hoseok, Jeongguk, Yoongi, and even Jimin himself. I felt like maybe him drunkenly telling me those things was a somewhat good thing. It brought a wave of change that I couldn’t help but look at positively. I can and do put myself first now. I don't feel lost or like I'm just existing at Jimin’s side. A soulless husk just wanting a crumb of affection.

As the sun scattered through tree leaves and the afternoon breeze caressed my face I couldn’t help but smile.

I should actually tell Jimin I kissed Taehyung. That was the healthy thing to do, right? I did promise to be more honest. So I would.

“Don't walk into a tree!” A scolding voice made me nearly jump out of my skin.

Letting out a yelp I jumped to the side away from the voice in horror.

“Don’t be loud, Noona. I came to make sure we have a game plan after classes.” Jeongguk looked way too lighthearted for basically making me jump out of my skin.

Of course, it was muscle bunny.

He was casually holding a convenience store spicy pork and black rice lunch box, a few triangle kimbap stacked on top. I never knew how he ate so much.

His doe eyes that nearly sparkled made it hard to be mad at him so I only sighed, walking by his side.

“Right, so do you have any places right off the bat that you’re interested in?” I asked while trying to steady my heart.

“There are a few places in Insadong that we can check out unless you want to stick to Hongdae?”

“We can always check out both, but I feel like Insadong may have more options since Hongdae is student-dense.”

Jeongguk nodded in agreement, “Less competition.”

Once we began to approach the usual spot it was a sight I didn't know I was ready for.

Yoongi’s back to us. Hoseok sitting next to Jimin. Taehyung sitting across from Jimin. No one was arguing, Jimin wasn’t even making a face, just unpacking the food while Hoseok was telling a story to everyone. Once we got into earshot we could hear part of it. A junior in the same class as Hoseok and Jimin was having trouble with memorizing steps.

Yoongi, of course, added his two cents like maybe slowing down for the juniors to which Jimin replied that they tried and he got embarrassed. So they continued brainstorming.

“You could tutor him on an off day, Hyung. I get embarrassed in front of others too. Alone would help more.” Jeongguk nearly dived for the spot across from Hoseok.

I quietly took my spot somewhat between Jimin and Taehyung, right across from Yoongi.

The thing I quickly noticed made me giggle a little. Most of us had convenience store meals. Lunch boxes or kimbap, maybe a bun here or there. All of us but Jimin who had a bowl of tteokbokki. It was stacked too. It had boiled eggs, green onions, fish cake and I swore I saw a dumpling for two in it.

“That is so much.” I giggled at him while opening my tea.

Jimin only smiled at me, “I was hoping to share with you, you usually get sandwiches or kimbap. We can dip them and everything.”

“You can share with me!” Jeongguk teased.

“Like you need more food,” Jimin grumbled deadpan.

I only shook my head at the interaction, “We can share the sandwich is kimchi chicken.” I informed him, moving my sandwich closer to his bowl.

“Did the ajummas bully you into getting something?” Hobi asked before taking a bite of his bun.

“No! I just had breakfast with F/n there this morning and saw this truck when we were there. I wanted some.” Jimin shrugged.

I didn’t remember seeing a tteokbokki truck though. Not even a little. I chose to push that aside for now as I used the toothpick provided to eat a rice cake.

“Well, at least Taehyung didn't betray us by getting actual food.” Jeongguk said dramatically.

“I would never!” Taehyung played along with a boxy smile.

“Hey! I didn’t betray you I was swayed with better benefits.” I defended.

“Which is betrayal.” Yoongi snickered.

“It’s being smart.” Jimin came to my aid, dipping his half of the sandwich in the sauce of the tteokbokki.

“On another note, Seokjin said he may be back sooner than he thought because someone got injured,” Hoseok informed.

“Jin-hyung was the one who got hurt I bet.” Jeongguk smiled.

“He said it wasn't him.” Hoseok chuckled.

“Namjoon didn't go with him so I have no clue,” Yoongi added.

“Leave that poor man alone he’s just trying to live his life peacefully,” I complained in honor of Namjoon.

“I can’t wait to meet them both. You guys talk about them a lot.” Taehyung finally spoke up.

“Yeah, Seokjin is more energetic than Namjoon. He might get along with you more at first, he's pretty blunt though so try not to get offended.” Jimin explained.

I couldn't believe he was actually talking to Taehyung.

“You’ll scare him with that description of Jin!” Yoongi laughed.

“Jin-hyung is goofy don’t worry.” Jeongguk patted Taehyung’s arm in reassurance.

“Jin-oppa would fight you for calling him goofy.” I cringed like he was about to pop out from behind the trees to prove my point.

“Oppa? How old is he?” Taehyung asked curiously.

Jeongguk smirked, “Older than Yoongi-hyung.”

“Why did you say that like I was ancient?” Yoongi took clear offense.

“He was born in ‘92, it’s not a big jump.” Hoseok sighed.

“And Namjoon?”

“Same age as Hope, just a few months apart.” Jimin smiled fondly at the thought of Namjoon.

“He’s more laid-back. Loves nature and poetry. He wants to be a writer and knows multiple languages. He’s pretty dreamy.” I interjected.

Jimin whipped his head to look over at me, “How can you say that in front of me after I got us this?”

“You cannot tell me Namjoon isn't dreamy!” I scoffed.

Jimin seemed to mull over my words, not having an argument. This only caused Hobi to laugh.

“I need to tell him that so he can get shy.” Hobi giggled in mischief as he took out his phone.

“Tell him I said it! I want the brownie points!” I piped up.

“Don’t tell him it was F/n, take all the credit!” Jimin argued.

- Next Chapter (coming soon)

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Prompt #29: Extra Credit

(Welcome to part 4 of the Modern Fantasy AU I started during this FFxivWrite! While this will be the last part within the Write itself, I may continue this as I can on Sundays till I run outta steam with it. Other parts: Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 :D Now for a little more of Cedrik & Aryn AU.)

After breakfast, Aryn had returned to his borrowed room so he could change back into his clothes from the day before. Grimacing at the memory of yesterday. Oh he was so burning these clothes later or something. He just couldn't walk around naked and he didn't want to leave in someone's clothes that he would have to figure out how to return later. Assuming he could.

He didn't know how much these people needed to keep things secret. Did that mean he was safe? He did feel safe around them and if they had wanted to keep him silent they could have done so already. They hadn't seemed very happy that the city was keeping attacks like last night silent. Plus Cedrik had been concerned enough with his well being. The man could have very well left him to fend for himself after dropping him off somewhere.

There was something about the hunter that Cedrik found alluring. But he had other things to worry about right now. Especially Jesse's death. As well as contacting Fenryr and Ely. If the incident was being kept quiet, they likely hadn't realized they were missing yet. They were adults after all and neither of them checked in with them every day. Maybe he would skip letting Ely know till he had a chance to talk to Fen about what happened. Fen was the leader of the entertainment troupe that Valen hired dancers from. Surely he might best know how to deal with Elijah even. After all Fen was like a grandmother to them. Maybe he could ask Cedrik for advice on what to do as well.

Aryn came back from his thoughts when he heard a knock on the door frame. Right he wasn't at his own home and probably should have shut the door. At least he was dressed already. Not that he would have cared if one of them had seen anything. He wasn't exactly body shy and some of the dance routines on stage had him in some rather scandalous outfits sometimes.

"We don't have to leave just yet if you aren't ready to." Cedrik spoke softly as he looked over the dancer. What he wouldn't do to just walk over and just kiss Aryn. See where it might lead. Even if it only ended up being a fling. At least then he'd know. But again he put a lid on those thoughts. Aryn had enough to deal with on his plate right now.

"I would like to. I need to at very least talk to Elijah. Plus I would like to go home and change clothes. These..." Biting his lower lip as he frowned down at his outfit.

"I get it. It's a gorgeous look for you but the outfit is tainted for you now. Fine, we'll stop first for you to change. You'll feel better if you do that first." Cedrik suggested as he turned to walk away before temptation was stronger than being sensible. Last thing he wanted was to offend Aryn.

"Cedrik." Aryn called out to make the hunter stop walking away. "I just... Wanted to say thank you."

"Don't thank me. I wasn't able to save your friend too." Cedrik spoke over his shoulder. "I let myself get distracted when I knew they were in the area. That's on me. Watching the concert wasn't worth a life even if it was a good show."

Aryn put a hand to his chest as he warred with himself on whether or not to suggest it wasn't Cedrik's fault. The sensible part of him knew that it could have happened anyways even if Cedrik wasn't distracted. Another part of him wanted to know who Cedrik was really watching. Instead he let Cedrik walk away for now. The reasonable part of Aryn knew they couldn't change the past so it was foolish to dwell on the 'what ifs' of the night before. It was unlikely he could change Cedrik's opinion on whether he could have done better. Someone else still could have died no matter what because Cedrik was only one person.

Aryn took a few moments longer to make sure he had all he remembered having last night. He made sure to thank Nebula and Gwyneria before he went outside to find Cedrik. Of course the hunter was waiting by the motorcycle they had ridden here the night before.

"Listen... I have to tell you." Cedrik looked conflicted and a bit nervous. "I went back after you were safe. To find your friend. His body was gone but the scene hadn't been cleaned yet. So I doubt the people in charge took his body."

"What does that mean?" Aryn looked taken aback at the idea that someone had his friend's body.

"Chances are high... He became one of the things that attacked him last night. It's how they grow in numbers. It's why they're so hard to eradicate. They have a chance of corrupting the aether in a living being when they attack them. It doesn't take on everyone. Some just die or slowly die from the infection to their aether." Cedrik looked almost pained as he stared away from Aryn. He didn't want to see the horrified look on the dancer's face.

"You mean... Oh Gods..." Aryn put his hands over his mouth. The idea of Jesse being one of those creatures... Closing his eyes he took a deep breath. Trying to find his center to avoid a full blown panic. He couldn't panic. It wouldn't do anyone any good. Finding the healer in himself to remain calm against the panic. The idea of Jesse being one of those creatures was an even worse fate than death.

Aryn wasn't a fighter by nature. He preferred not to fight. Fighting made him uncomfortable. But maybe there were ways he could help anyways. Could he undo whatever corruption had occurred? He wouldn't know without trying. Maybe Fen would even have ideas since they always seemed to infinitely wise.

"What can I do?" Aryn asked quietly as he walked over to Cedrik and put a hand over one of Cedrik's hands.

Cedrik looked now at Aryn. He raised the hand Aryn wasn't touching to rest it against Aryn's cheek. "We'll figure it out."

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ClanGen Moon 0

Welcome to WillowClan!

Quietstar - 114 moons, 9 lives remaining, an insecure dream shaper and a great kit sitter

Pumaback (deputy) - 73 moons, a righteous and unusually strong fighter

Daisybubble (medicine) - 154 moons, a charismatic and naturally intuitive elder

Breezecloud - 29 moons, a phenomenal hunter and great teacher but completely oblivious

Wingkit - 5 moons, an ambitious moss-ball hunter

Riverdusk - 103 moons, a cunning storyteller

Downypad - 151 moons, an adventurous hunter with swimming skills

Sloefall - 141 moons, a strong fighter but childish (perhaps it's just childlike whimsy)

Moon 0:

Moonlight shone on the long moore grass as puffy, bunny-tail-like clouds quickly traced the sky. The breeze was refreshing but fell on numb fur as the cats trudged on the freshly dampened earth. New-leaf had been generous with rain so far. Quietflit looked behind her as she walked. She had known the elders who followed her would need a slower pace after walking for such a long time but seeing them now, tailing even farther behind with every step, she realized how desperate the group was for a camp. Wingkit, who had started the trek outpacing every other cat, now had to be carried by Riverdusk after complaining of sore paws. Were these the cats StarClan had prophesied would found a new great clan? 

It's not that Quietflit didn't trust the group; she didn't trust herself to lead them to that destiny. Clearlilac, the medicine cat of RiverClanClan, had been very clear what must be done before his untimely death but had he been correct to pick Quietflit to fulfill this prophecy? Quietflit wrestled with these thoughts as the group walked on. Desperate to bite the throat of this insecurity and bring it to the ground. The group behind her, who had been willing to follow her for a moon, trusted her. Clearlilac trusted her; in life and in death. The dreams of him had only grown stronger since they said their final goodbyes to RiverClan. The sound of his voice in her ear, giving her comfort and guidance on which paths to take through the many forests, hills and swamp lands they walked through. The only thing she had to worry about was taking each step.

A gasp came from Pumaback who had been walking at her side. Quietflit looked up. Her eyes shone with disbelief. Of course StarClan could be trusted. Of course Clearlilac had been right. Of course leaving RiverClan had been the right path for this group of cats. In front of her, as if placed there by the paw of StarClan, lay a large shallow cliff enclosed clearing. Tunnels framed by smooth stones encircled the camp as soft fresh sprouts of grass, no larger than a mouse tail, grew at the center. The willow tree that marked the end of their journey grew at the far end of the clearing, its long dainty branches hung over the slope. At that moment, Quietflit could feel the dragging weight of her group's StarClan given duties lift. 

She turned to face the brave cats who had followed her. Their many-colored eyes shone brighter in the moonlight. Now full of life as they took in the sight they had longed for. "When we set out a moon ago, I did not know tonight would be the night that our many days of wandering would conclude." She smiled as Wingkit was gently placed on the ground. Sleep weighed down the kit's eyelids. Quietflit knew Wingkit wouldn't remember this in the morning but somehow that added to the cuteness of the scene. "You are brave warriors, braver than me that's for sure. I believe this is the place Clearlilac prophesied that we would settle in. I see questioning in your eyes Downypad." Quietflit chuckled. "No, I also did not anticipate living like a WindClan cat but if you listen closely there seems to be a stream nearby. We have not lost our roots, we have simply outgrown our mother soil. Let's begin the duties of making this place a camp tomorrow but you all have done more than enough to earn a long rest." The wind rustled in the grass and the group took a collective breath. Each cat found the footing they needed to enter the camp. It took less than a minute for each cat to collapse into their hollow and drift to sleep.

That night, Quietflint dreamed once again. This one was not like the others. Her eyes opened and she took in her surroundings, awe filling her from tail tip to nose. The hair on her shoulders raised and her ears twitched. This was no the MoonStone cave. She was standing on a large ledge looking over a valley spit by a river. The rock behind her and under her paws was smooth, black, and reflected each star above her head perfectly as if a mirror. It looked as if she was sitting amongst the stars looking over the land below as StarClan would. 

The stars began to move and twinkle as if many unseen cats walked in front of them. Then two stars lowered closer to her and blinked slowly. Clearlilac manifested from the light, the two stars becoming his eyes. As Clearlilac approached her, she swiveled her ears behind her. Whispers of her ancestors quietly chanted words she could barely make out in unison. "We grant you your remaining 8 lives." Each voice distant, but together they shook Quietflint to the core. "Use them well and with our blessing." 

Their starry eyes stared into the back of her head as Clearlilac touched noses with her. "Welcome to StarCliff, Quietflint. Or-" he looked her up and down with an expression that seemed knowing of her every thought, "should I say Quietstar?" A hearty laugh that reverberated across the land followed. "Well done! The trek was not easy but every cat that came with you I selected myself." He raised his whitened chin in teasing pride.

Quietstar could do nothing but slowly nod. What was there to say that Clearlilac and the cats that watched her didn't already know? "You really do live up to your name." He laughed again. "Anyway, it's about time you returned back to your clan. WillowClan. But I must warn you of something. There is a deeply personal relationship in the clan that will come to an untimely end, however, the young one will recover. She will find comfort in a cat close to you. Go to them now and return to StarCliff in a moon. The path will be clear when you need it." And with a smile, he touched his nose to Quietstar's forehead. A blinding light forced her eyes closed and once she was able to open them again she was in the hollow. Pumaback slept peacefully next to her as the light of a new day shone into Quirtstar's eyes. She sat up and licked her chest to soothe herself. The stretch and yawn that followed cleansed the remaining sleep from her body. 

[jackredfieldwasmyjacob]

this is part 2 of my extremely long lore update of my missing month in tumblr. here's part 1 <3

i'll also put this one behind the cut just in case

26. we start when this extremely important event happened !!!

THEY'RE PLAYING 'MÚSICA LIGERA' IN THE SUPERMARKET

[there is a lyric in música ligera [go listen to it. or else] that goes 'la música de fondo en los supermercados' so 'the background music at the supermarkets']

27. when spring officially started and suddenly life was bearable once again

28. the sequel.

bomb the ucm [yes. i tweeted the exact same thing]

24 nearly 25 years old and i just learned how to sign stuff with the electronic certificate. i want to shoot my foot i can't do this anymore

the thing is today i've been 3 hours calling the same 4 fucking numbers every 10 minutes only for them to tell me 'hahah everything you did last week is useless lol. but don't worry the deadline is thursday you still have time :)' [this was on a tuesday btw]

the world if the digital certificate and autofirma didn't exist

so yeah. everything i did on march 15th was useless. lol. i sent proof of my physical deposit of the application and they told me i couldn't <3. in the end i had to sign it digitally through a different administrative process and lol. i hate bureoucracy so fucking much.

28. i do love taylor swift but yeah

the eras tour: bellodrama tour:

-without ana mena -with ana mena

-52728€ tickets -22€ tickets

-she doesn't sing 'las 12' -she sings 'las 12'

the choice is yours

29. it's time for the 'hole in the bedroom' arc <3

[pic 1]

today my bedroom disappears

it wasn't a joke

[pic 2]

do you like my new setup?

SO. i honestly can't remember if i said this here but idk almost a month ago now i guess some of my floorplanks strated to lift. out of nowhere. so we called people to look into it and there was a water leak. so they had to dismantle my bed (you can see the frame in the lighter floorboards lol) and now i sleep in the attic; a room my dad has always used to hoard stuff <3 yesterday they filled the hole so that's nice, but now they have to slash the floor and for that they need all of the furniture gone. my house is basically just a long hallway so there just isn't enough space. it's gonna be fun :) oh and also we've decided to paint the room while we're at it. so i'll probably won't be able to sleep here for at least a month i imagine. this is my current setup btw, i'm writing this from here:

30. this one's a preamble of what's to come. i'm so sorry.

me: existing at any moment

my brain: i think it's time to play 'me he pillao x ti' on a loop

[now it's doing the same but with 'un clásico' <3]

31. ANA MENA WORLD DOMINATION DAY

i'll do the small tweets first and then go in chronological through pics 5, 6, and 7

GOOD DAY

the way i know for a fact that 'me he pillao x ti' would've appeared on skam españa s2 if the show had been made now

if i am already annoying with ana mena the day i fall for someone i'll be incredibly unbearable i want y'all to know it

i want ana mena to know she's changed lives today

[pic 6]

the pause in the first listen of bellodrama to listen on loop to 'me he pillao x ti' is so real actually

no words with 'un millón de lunas'

MENAmoro [i fall in love]... her mind

ana mena has made me want to go out and party for the first time in my life i can't

[pic 7]

why all songs in bellodrama have their titles with the first letter capitalized Like This except Tomorrow god Will Say? what is she trying to tell us

reply to the tweet: atheist legend

[pic 8]

i didn't choose to be anamenista i only was lucky

ana mena you gave us everything

ana mena you are the pop artist of this generation. you are everything and you are summer and the sun and margaritas. you give everything and you're the best.

i love you ana mena

32. i went back to working on my fantasy book :)

i am gonna try working on my fantasy book after more than half a year. wish me luck.

665 words #slay

33. i know you missed me talking about fictional shows that don't even exist but here you go

i need there to exist some kind of glee españa specifically so a character can sing this song to their crush and i can finish losing my mind

33. this is the last ana mena post I SWEAR

(chronologically)

half of the views are mine

the way i hadn't listened to it before the album dropped and now i'm OBSESSED

34. la caixa incident

can someone explain to me how la caixa, a catalan business, is telling me to send them documents in english for the scholarship??

so yeah. the sent me an email telling me they needed some documents in english i had sent them in spanish (which lol) and after doing so proceeded to accept my application :) apparently it's a pretty fucking good scholarship so i'm a bit hopeful i'll be able to make it <3

35. places i've been to in spain!

i know i have to visit the north more i know

36. my most listened to songs in march 💀

37. MANDATORY MEMORIAS DE IDHÚN TWEET THAT IS SCARILY ACCURATE TO MY PERSONAL EXPERIENCE

i am fascinated with the fact that one day laura gallego wrote three fat ass books projecting herself into a unicorn girlie that's involved with two dudes without knowing that with them she would forever change the brain chemicals of a new generation of spanish writers

38. and that's it :)

PEOPLE I GOT BACK MY TUMBLR ACCOUNT WE WON

[kimberly40]

42 Lessons Life Taught Me- written by a 90 year old. 👵🏼

"To celebrate growing older, I wrote the 42 lessons life has taught me:

1. Life isn't fair, but it's still good.

2. When in doubt, just take the next small step.

3. Life is too short – enjoy it..

4. Your job won't take care of you when you are sick. Your friends and family will.

5. Pay off your credit cards every month.

6. You don't have to win every argument. Stay true to yourself.

7. Cry with someone. It's more healing than crying alone.

8. Save for retirement starting with your first pay check.

9. When it comes to chocolate, resistance is futile.

10. Make peace with your past so it won't screw up the present.

11. It's OK to let your children see you cry.

12. Don't compare your life to others. You have no idea what their journey is all about.

13. If a relationship has to be a secret, you shouldn't be in it...

14 Take a deep breath. It calms the mind.

15. Get rid of anything that isn't useful. Clutter weighs you down in many ways.

16. Whatever doesn't kill you really does make you stronger.

17. It's never too late to be happy. But it’s all up to you and no one else.

18. When it comes to going after what you love in life, don't take no for an answer.

19. Burn the candles, use the nice sheets, wear the fancy lingerie. Don't save it for a special occasion. Today is special.

20. Over prepare, then go with the flow.

21. Be eccentric now. Don't wait for old age to wear purple.

22. The most important sex organ is the brain.

23. No one is in charge of your happiness but you.

24. Frame every so-called disaster with these words 'In five years, will this matter?'

25. Always choose life.

26. Forgive but don’t forget.

27. What other people think of you is none of your business.

28. Time heals almost everything. Give time time.

29. However good or bad a situation is, it will change.

30. Don't take yourself so seriously. No one else does..

31. Believe in miracles.

32. Don't audit life. Show up and make the most of it now.

33. Growing old beats the alternative -- dying young.

34. Your children get only one childhood.

35. All that truly matters in the end is that you loved.

36. Get outside every day. Miracles are waiting everywhere.

37. If we all threw our problems in a pile and saw everyone else's, we'd grab ours back.

38. Envy is a waste of time. Accept what you already have not what you need.

39. The best is yet to come...

40. No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up.

41. Yield.

42. Life isn't tied with a bow, but it's still a gift."

Written by Regina Brett, 90 years old.

Photo from Foxfire Museum

[pritishsblog]

BEST DIRECTORS IN CINEMA- 7

Hi everyone! This blog is going to be the 7th part of 8 part series of who I think is the Best Directors Cinema has ever seen

And today I will be talking about

ALFRED HITCHCOCK

Alfred Hitchcock (born August 13, 1899, London, England died April 29, 1980, Bel Air, California, U.S.) was an English-born American motion-picture director whose suspenseful films and television programs won immense popularity and critical acclaim over a long and tremendously productive career. His films are marked by a macabre sense of humour and a somewhat bleak view of the human condition.

(Early Life)

Hitchcock grew up in London’s East End in a milieu once haunted by the notorious serial killer known as Jack the Ripper, talk of whom was still current in Hitchcock’s youth two decades later. Although he had two siblings, he recalled his youth as a lonely one, with a father who was a stern disciplinarian; it is said that he once ordered Alfred to appear at the local police station with a note saying that he had been misbehaving, whereupon the sergeant on duty (at the request of Hitchcock’s father) locked him up for a few minutes, a sufficient length of time to give Alfred a fear of enclosed spaces and a strong concern for wrongful imprisonment, both of which would figure in his later work. When he was not being disciplined, he was cosseted by an overly watchful mother, who used food as a balm—to which he would later trace his trademark paunch.Hitchcock went to St. Ignatius College before attending the London County Council School of Marine Engineering and Navigation in 1913–14. He worked in the sales department at W.T. Henley’s Telegraph Works Company until 1918, when he moved to the advertising department. Giving in to his artistic side, Hitchcock enrolled at the University of London in 1916 to take drawing and design classes.

(His Famous Works)

A string of successful films followed, including Rebecca (1940), Foreign Correspondent (1940), Suspicion (1941), Shadow of a Doubt (1943) and Notorious (1946). Rebecca won the Academy Award for Best Picture, with Hitchcock nominated as Best Director.He also received Oscar nominations for Lifeboat (1944), Spellbound (1945), Rear Window (1954) and Psycho (1960). Hitchcock's other notable films include Rope (1948), Strangers on a Train (1951), Dial M for Murder (1954), To Catch a Thief (1955), The Trouble with Harry (1955), Vertigo (1958), North by Northwest (1959), The Birds (1963) and Marnie (1964), all of which were also financially successful and are highly regarded by film historians

(Filmmaking Style)

The "Hitchcockian" style includes the use of editing and camera movement to mimic a person's gaze, thereby turning viewers into voyeurs, and framing shots to maximise anxiety and fear. The film critic Robin Wood wrote that the meaning of a Hitchcock film 'is there in the method, in the progression from shot to shot. A Hitchcock film is an organism, with the whole implied in every detail and every detail related to the whole.'

(His Filmography)

Hitchcock made his directorial debut with a silent movie named Number 13 which is rumored to be lost. He has made more than 20 silent movies including Number 13 (1922),Always Tell Your Wife (1923),The Pleasure Garden (1925) and etc.

He has made more than 40 sound films including Blackmail (1929),An Elastic Affair (1930),Juno and Peacock (1930),Murder (1930). Some of his most famous movies which are still praised are Vertigo (1958),Psycho (1960),The Birds (1963). The last movie which he directed before his death was Family Plot (1976)

Hitchcock's star on Hollywood Walk of Fame

English Heritage Plague at 153 Cromwell Road, London

(Awards & Honors)

His movies have won 2 Golden Globe Awards, 8 Laurel Awards, 5 Lifetime Achievement Awards. His movie Rebecca was also nominated for 11 Academy Awards winning the Best Picture Award. His movies are now housed in Academy Film Archive in Hollywood,California. 9 of his films have selected for preservation by the US National Film Registry.

(Sources)

And that's it for this part folks, I'll meet you with the last and final part of this series. Until then

CIAO

[uncle-fruity]

I was 29 when I started T. Still haven't gotten top surgery, and I'm not sure if I want it/if it's worth the money & recovery time for me. But I'm not stressed that it'll never happen for me or that I'm missing out on something by taking my time to figure out my priorities & needs.

I cannot stress enough how contorted people's concept of aging is - especially younger folks. If you're under 20 and you think it's too late for you, just know that you have decades ahead of you. If you can't transition for any reason at all (transphobic parents, absurd waiting periods, etc), you aren't losing a race. I'm not saying it's fair, but it isn't the end of the world. 25 isn't old. 30 isn't old. You aren't "old" until you're 65 AT LEAST. That's over double the life you've already lived. And 65 is by no means the end of the line. Many folks live well into their 70s & 80s -- some into their late 90s!

I beg y'all to just take a deep breath and don't feel like it's all over if you can't do every bit of transition you want before you're 18 or 20. There is so much life left. And, aside from hormone blockers, there's no time limit on any of it. The HRT will work just as well at 18 as it will at 30. The top surgery will still be there 20 years from now. And, historically, there are many trans people for whom transition was impossible or had to come later in life. I think it's unwise to devalue their experiences.

I know there's a lot of peer pressure to just get on with it, but I'm here to tell you that while you shouldn't *have to* wait if you know the kind of transition you want to undergo, your transition isn't any less valid if it happens later than you thought it should. It's okay to take your time & decide exactly what you want. It's okay to be mad at external forces (like medical institutions) slowing you down. But don't let anyone tell you that you're missing an important time frame, because you're not. Any timeframe is a good one, if that's when it happens.

The conversation of when is too late to medically transition is coming round again, which it does periodically, but I have never really resonated with the phrase "it's only too late when you're dead" before. But now I realise it is so incredibly true. It fucking sucks to wait, seeing everyone around you start medically transitioning sooner and faster than you is so disheartening. I came out at 11 and tried to start hormones, I've been on the NHS waiting list for years and I desperately tried to convince my transphobic parents, I tried to get a job to pay for it etc. So it wasn't for lack of trying that things happened as they happened and I didn't start hormones until I was 18.

For 7 years I watched everyone around me transition and it felt like I was running out of time. Whenever the conversation came around about when was too late to transition I always thought to myself "its too late for me". Still these days I feel like I'm running out of time for top surgery. I have been binding ever day for 7/8 years and I'm kinda coming to the end of my rope with it, every day it's just a little harder to bind, which is devastating. I don't know what I'll do when I can't bind anymore but for me at the moment surgery is prohibitively expensive and I'm not in a safe environment to get it. I'm looking into alternatives like trans tape (but I do have a larger chest).

ANYWAY I do understand when ur in the moment of waiting that it feels like you are running out of time, my life didn't even feel like it started until I was on testosterone. A few months in after seeing some changes and finally being convinced it was real and not just hand sanitiser I finally took my first breath tbh and I have not looked back since. But before starting it was just a waiting game and I thought I'd be too old for there to be any differences which is silly really because people start in their 20s, 30s, 40s, 50s and beyond.

Its only too late to transition when you're dead also applies to coming out. Not everyone "always knew" not everyone had the language or ability to express themselves at 3 years old, not everyone understood or thought about gender aged 3. People come out as kids and teens and young adults but people also come out at every stage of life.

I don't admire Caitlyn Jenner by any means but she was 65 when she came out

https://www.theguardian.com/society/2022/jul/16/we-really-are-trailblazers-coming-out-as-trans-in-later-life

Article about people transitioning later in life ^

It really is only too late when you're dead

[ancestorsofjudah]

1 Kings 6: 29-38. "Parental Guidance."

The Temple Walls

29 On the walls all around the temple, in both the inner and outer rooms, he carved cherubim, palm trees and open flowers. 30 He also covered the floors of both the inner and outer rooms of the temple with gold.

31 For the entrance to the inner sanctuary he made doors out of olive wood that were one fifth of the width of the sanctuary.

The walls around the Temple consists of the flesh, adorned by two Cherubim, one is thee the other is thine. In the former frame, one was God one was your mother, at times, it was your mother and yourself, now it is oneself and some other. Some of us will be the Palm Tree and others the Open Flower.

The Torah says around 20 years of age, one can open the doors to the temple and let the other in, after the Fifth Day or one Fifth of the time it took for God to make it.

All violence and attityude must be exhausted from the mind, the heart, the behavior, all delusions about life by this time. The reason the doors are made of olive wood is they open up into peace on earth through the initiation of coupling.

Couplings of all sort are observed by large numbers of people at weddings because they give the world hope that all the dreams and fantasies about the end of world have no final hold over us. Weddings are a huge relief.

They begin on the Fifth Day, but they feel like they are going to last forever. This is why the Tanakh says they hammer out the ore of time and turn it into the intertwined angels:

32 And on the two olive-wood doors he carved cherubim, palm trees and open flowers, and overlaid the cherubim and palm trees with hammered gold.

33 In the same way, for the entrance to the main hall he made doorframes out of olive wood that were one fourth of the width of the hall.

The Fourth Letter, Dalet, is synonymous with the Doorpost, past which persons of means leave alms for the poor, and the poor partake. It is a sign of the alchemy God works from within the temple in terms of the distribution of the sacred and the material wealth in the world.

Obviously if one surpasses the Fourth Day and enters the Fifth and can partake of the Forbidden Fruit one is nearing the end of aspects of one's poverty and giving up of one's wealth through an harmonious union.

The value In Gematria Is 8293. ח‎באג‎‎, ha-bag, "Welcome to the House of Together."

=How Long Will You Destroy Yourselves Before You Accept Love As The Way.

34 He also made two doors out of juniper wood, each having two leaves that turned in sockets. 35 He carved cherubim, palm trees and open flowers on them and overlaid them with gold hammered evenly over the carvings.

=Once the marriage is complete, the "leaves" the living parts of the tree must turn in their sockets, ie turn colors with the seasons and endure until the end of their time.

The presence of the Cherubs, the palm trees and the open flowers mean the fantasy that brought the doomed couple together should last as long as possible.

36 And he built the inner courtyard of three courses of dressed stone and one course of trimmed cedar beams.

=unity, agreement, simplicity= one course for two lifetimes.

37 The foundation of the temple of the Lord was laid in the fourth year, in the month of Ziv.

Ziv/4=

Ziv= the month of blossoming, year four= Shabbat*.

*Four Years imply Four Walls with a Center that brings order to the rest=Shabbat.

All weddings take place in the same month on the same day.

38 In the eleventh year in the month of Bul, the eighth month, the temple was finished in all its details according to its specifications. He had spent seven years building it.

Seven years= Gaza, the creation of the Refuge.

Bul/11 = "The One Who Observes What God Produced During Infinite Union."

*The Gematria for 11 is "Ted" short for "Theodore" one of God's names.

=People like getting married. The startling conclusion of the process of finding someone to spend all one's days with is the single most important preoccupation of human being that has ever lived on this earth. Without the ability to freely and happily couple it is devoid of a significant amount of meaning.

The Gematria therefore states all tensions around the subject of marriage are to come to an end.

Unless one has the ability to partner, sovereignty, which resides on the penis anus floor of the Royal Palace is not conferred by the Holy Ghost.