#McKinley’s support

[final-destination-headcanons]

ian has the cutest, most unassuming sneeze ever.

Only Erin has heard it. Her lips are sealed on that fact!

#ian mckinley #erin ulmer #final destination 3 #shes no snitch! #this Is the last post of 2022!! #thank you all so much for the support throughout the year!! #let’s all have a great 2023!! #it’s still 2022 where I am so ヽ(*´∇`)ﾉﾟ*:･ﾟ✧* #please reblog or comment

[lucy-ghoul]

the fact that i had accidentally created a similar magic system to full metal alchemist (with even a similar motivation for the male antihero - that is, bringing someone back from the dead, with horrifying consequences) before i even watched one episode of the show is extremely funny to me ngl

#of course it's SIMILAR but very much not THE SAME #i thought about a magic based on transmutation (nothing is created from nothing etc.) #but in my story there are also the Spirits of Elements/semigods similar to tolkien's valar (in lack of a better description) #so it's an elemental kind of magic #there are also the Spirit of Life and Death who are NOT to be trifled with #and the male protagonist was cursed centuries before the main events of the story in his frankenstein-like endeavor #i still have many rules & inner consistencies to refine tbh so i took many notes but it' #*it's #still all very nebulous in my mind #it's also a fairytale retelling and not your average fantasy book so i'm thinking (ideally) something more akin #to deathless/the bloody chamber in style/tone #than - idk - naomi novik's book #and of course i was inspired by robin mckinley's batb retelling as well #..... if it all sounds very random and lame it's because it is lmao #it's not particularly original methinks #but still. i finished chapter 2 #and writing it is very important to me in these troubling times #it's basically sustaining and mentally supporting me #wip: darkness rises and light to meet it #val speaks #txt

[johnmeowston]

the more i thnik abt it the more ems actions make so much sense. boy if my girlfriend left for ten years only to come back and kill my son i would also think the town was cursed and be mean 2 waiters

#soryr listened 2 kiss me son of god and got reminded of mckinley . girl you are so fucked up for all that but tbh i dont care. i support #womens rights and wrongs. bye #txt

[nando161mando]

"Rally in Support of Drag Story Hour in Brooklyn

Sat 9/30 - 11AM

McKinley Park Library

6802 Ft. Hamilton Parkway

Show support for kids and libraries.

Tell the bigots they're not welcome.

Bring rainbow swag, signs, and noisemakers!

Wear a mask!"

@anarchistmemecollective @antifainternational @radicalgraff @kropotkindersurprise

#brooklyn #activism #drag story hour #161 #1312 #30 september #2023 #organize #fort hamilton parkway #mckinley park library #signal boost #signal b00st #signal boooooost #lgbtqia+ solidarity #trans solidarity #lgbtqia #transgender #trans rights #trans #humanrights #library #class war #antiauthoritarian #antinazi #antiterf #fuck off terf #political activist #antifascist #antifaschistische aktion #antifascismo

[sleepyherbs]

ASPD Resource Dump

feel free to reblog! here are some resources related to ASPD that i've collected since i've being diagnosed (roughly 5 years).

Sympathetic Articles

An Autistic Sociopath's Story, Cassy, through Special Books by Special Kids (video. an autistic pwASPD talks about her life and experiences with both.)

An Interview with a Sociopath, Dyshae, through Special Books by Special Kids (video. a pwASPD and bipolar disorder talks about his life and experiences with both.)

Life With Antisocial Personality Disorder (ASPD), Andrew, through mind.org.uk (a pwASPD's account of their life and experiences with it.)

The Hidden Suffering of the Psychopath, William H. J. Martens, MD, PhD (a sympathetic view of pwASPD, and some information on the neurobiology of ASPD.)

Factors for Development

Antisocial personality disorder in abused and neglected children grown up., B. K. Luntz, C. S. Widom (from 1994. provides evidence supporting the fact that child abuse/neglect is a predictor of antisocial behavior.)

Antisocial Personality Disorder with Childhood- vs Adolescence-Onset Conduct Disorder, Risë B. Goldstein et al. (from 2006. discusses how symptoms vary in pwASPD whose conduct disorder began in childhood vs in adolescence.)

Predictors of antisocial personality: Continuities from childhood to adult life, Emily Simonoff et al. (from 2018. draws connections between childhood behaviors, diagnoses, etc., and antisocial behavior in adulthood.)

Risk Factors in Childhood That Lead to the Development of Conduct Disorder and Antisocial Personality Disorder, Stacey E. Holmes, James R. Slaughter, Javad Kashani (from 2001. covers multiple categories that may lead to development of CD and/or ASPD, including environment, genetics, and individual differences.)

Miscellaneous Articles

Antisocial Personality Disorder: Neurophysiological Mechanisms and Distinct Subtypes, Sean J. McKinley (from 2018. proposes three diagnostic subtypes for ASPD: primarily detached, primarily disinhibited, and combined.)

Executive function, attention, and memory deficits in antisocial personality disorder and psychopathy, Michael Baliousis et al. (from 2019. discusses some neurobiology of ASPD, and how it effects executive function, attention, and memory.)

Self-mutilation in antisocial personality disorder, M. Virkkunen (from 1976. reports on self-injury behaviors in pwASPD, and details their motivations.)

#actually antisocial #actually aspd #cluster b #aspd tag #tea time !

[magentas-dystopia]

I don't think I've ever seen a good take on Tumblr about music and this recent fiasco of the majority white userbase floundering to justify not listening to rap/ hip-hop is proof of it. So far You guys literally have pulled:

"rap is too violent for me" (stereotype that's painfully untrue and rooted in anti blackness)

"I'm autistic and rap hurts my brain" (I'm autistic and I know other autistic people who like rap)

"I listen to rap!! (And lists something that isn't rap in the slightest)"

"insert something racist here" (self explanatory)

"does Hamilton count" (I will stab you in a dark alleyway)

Please I beg on my hands and knees for you to listen to expand your musical horizons, go outside your comfort zone. To get a complex and rich understanding of the world, one must view art from people outside Their own fixed walks of life. I've put this gently but also, you don't need to fucking reiterate that "you dont like rap" or "you don't listen to ( insert black artist)" every time you speak on a subculture that you're not a part of. The conversation isn't about you! Move on! I will say that if there are people who WANT to listen to rap/hip-hop there is a plethora of artists to choose from from many different backgrounds that aren't what white media has illustrated it to be.

Some albums I can reccomend off the top of my head:

Saba - Few Good Things

McKinley Dixon - Beloved! Paradise! Jazz?!

Kendrick Lamar - to pimp a butterfly + Good Kid Maad City (2 classics)

Noname - room 25 + Telefone (both great albums)

Little simz - sometimes I might be introvert

A tribe called quest - low end theory

Denzel Curry - Melt my Eyez See your future

Outkast - Aquemini + Stankonia (again, both great albums)

JPEGMAFIA - LP! + All My Heros Are Cornballs (2 fantastic albums also I think he's rlly hot and he's probably my favourite artist ever)

Grouptherapy - I was mature for my age but I was still a child!

The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill (probably one of my favourite albums ever, To Zion still makes me cry a lot ;;)

I will say this over and over again until the cows come home but please for the love of all that is holy, you can't just keep fucking repeating dumb shit on the internet about something you know nothing about.

If you want to engage in new music it's never been more accessible and artists like Denzel Curry and McKinley Dixon even have bandcamps for you to support their music on if you don't like streaming services.

I hope this recent beef of the year has managed to actually make people listen to more black and brown artists. Music is something I'm very passionate about and all of these albums in some way have affected me on a personal level and changed my perspective on life and molded me as a person (and also some just sound really fucking good).

#kendrick lamar #hip hop #drake #they not like us

[ungodly-amounts-of-godly-trauma]

wotw round 1

propaganda under the cut!

connor mckinley:

okay so basically prev propaganda but the part i wrote about the song where they repress their trauma. connor leads that song. so anyway connor is the district leader of the district nine mormons in uganda. during his song he talks about how he is gay and represses his gay thoughts forcibly (religious trauma wooo) but ANYWAY. so long story short post canon everyone characterizes him as some feminine gay twinkboy who is incapable of doing anything whereas people characterize kevin as some big strong alpha male who dominates him. its terrible. kevin is literally the one who has no special talents unless you count evangelizing which yes hes good at but only in america, once he gets to uganda he fails. CONNOR on the other hand was appointed a district leader position which means that he has a strong sense of leadership and is able to control a bunch of nineteen year old boys which takes a lot of mental strength. he also dances/takes dance class so you KNOW hes fit/athletic and you KNOW hes lifting the girls for routines so if either of them were going to be strong it would be connor. JUST BECAUSE HE WEARS PINK ONCE AND HAS A PART IN HIS SONG ABOUT BEING GAY AND SAYS "OH EM GOSH YOU GUYS" DOESNT MEAN HE IS INCAPABLE OF ANYTHING AT ALL!!!!!!! HE IS SO CAPABLE!!!!! DUDE REPRESSED EVERY NEGATIVE FEELING HE HAD AND HAD SO MUCH INTERNAL HATRED AND DEALT WITH HELLDREAMS EVERY NIGHT AND STILL TOOK LEAD OF A DOZEN 19 YEAR OLDS IN UGANDA. HE IS VERY VERY CAPABLE.

white:

ok since his twin is like the super edgy anarchist biker guy, people then go "okay and this is the sweeter softer one of the two <3." it doesn't help that like his story arc is him going from like a socially liberal centrist who doesn't understand systematic inequality to eventually you know, being an official part of the anarchist biker gang, because that means at the start when the gang was doing some more morally dubious things he went "guyssss we shouldn't do those things" and then people stuck with that and forgot that his opinion on such things changes. like his whole thing is being strategic and subtle while Black, his twin, is about dramatic public actions. like by the end he doesn't disagree with Black's methods, he just thinks manipulating things in such a manner to raise public support that doesn't alienate their cause from more moderate folks is important. he has diplomat training and cares about pr, he's not a pacifist.

also I feel like people erase his bisexuality a lot too because he's endgame with Sean and then also go and make him the uwu innocent one in their relationship. like babes are we forgetting the opening scene of him as an adult is after he hooked up with his girlfriend in Russia (that he might have been living with? unclear, it was only one scene). also don't forget that he made out with Eugene. he didn't have to do that. anyways he's not an uwu so innocent gay boy who has never progressed pass kissing before.

#tournament #connor mckinley #bomm #book of mormon musical #white #not me #wotw #round 1

[backslashdelta]

Blaine-friendly Kurtbastian Fic Recs

Putting a list together for @fallevs, but I hope this will be useful for anyone who wants to dip their toes into Kurtbastian fanfiction but doesn't want to read anything anti-Blaine! Everything included in this list will either not include Blaine at all, or if he is in the fic, it will be neutral or friendly toward him.

I've tried to include a wide range of words counts as well, so that you can start with something short and sweet or dive into something big, whatever you feel like. If anyone else has some recommendations to add, please feel free to reblog this list and add more!

Europe Is Our Playground by @glitterdammerung - 53,430 words

Summary: Eight years and half the world away from home, a chance encounter in a Paris club leads Kurt and Sebastian - each running from the ghosts of their pasts - into the diversion of chasing each other across Europe.

(Let's give them) Something to talk about by MemeKonGlee - 20,529 words

Summary: “I need you to—” “I heard you the first time,” Kurt interrupts, putting his fork and knife down on his plate and pushing his half-finished pancakes aside. “What I meant was: what the hell?” He points towards the neglected pancakes, trying to stall in the face of Kurt’s reaction. “Are you sure you don’t wanna finish that first?” The look in Kurt's eyes tells him in no uncertain terms that no, he doesn't want to finish his pancakes, Jesus. And so Sebastian has no option but to take a deep breath in, exhale slowly through his mouth and just… get on with it, internally cringing at how unbelievably ridiculous it all sounds when he puts it in words, all out there for the world (and more importantly, Kurt fucking Hummel) to judge. It all boils down to: I fucked up and I'm too proud to deal with it the mature way.

Safe Mode by flipmeforward - 18,118 words

Summary: An AU in which Kurt and Sebastian never met in high school. Instead, they meet at &brave--an up-and-coming online fashion company where Kurt is the new assistant slash blogger (one day he will figure out a better title), and Sebastian is the less than pleasant tech support guy. Kurt does his best to avoid Sebastian and his rude attitude at all possible costs, but it turns out that technology is not his friend. It also turns out that Sebastian might maybe possibly be (okay, probably is) more than just an annoying coworker.

Come On And Mess Me Up by @pouralittlewater - 215,339 words

Summary: “It’s like...When Harry Met Sally,” Santana told him. “No. That was me and Blaine.” “How? You literally got together in months. You and Sebastian have been skirting the issue for years. This whole “will they, won’t they” thing is getting old.” Or, when Sebastian enrolls in McKinley High and joins Glee right before the duet competition. What Kurt thinks could be the start to a great friendship in gay camaraderie quickly explodes in his face as he realizes being around Sebastian makes him want to set the other boy on fire. However, over time, that feeling dissipates. Even without the title of friendship, the two become ingrained in each other's lives in a way neither ever expected to.

Thunderbolts & Lightning by @alphabees-writes - 1,854 words

Summary: Sebastian has a plan. It goes wrong, and then right, and then wrong again.

tension bars by @cryscendo - 824 words

Summary: Prompt by backslashdelta: kurt, sports!au (gymnastics), exes, “sometimes, i sit in bed and wonder what would happen if things were different.”

I Want The World To See You'll Be With Me by @backslashdelta (me!) - 2,405 words

Summary: Kurt and Sebastian attend a Christmas party, and Sebastian has a special surprise for Kurt afterward.

Dessert by @nalasan - 1,175 words

Summary: “Oh my God,” Sebastian says, staring at the plate in front of him. “We have to break up.” Kurt, who has just walked into their living room and is still in his winter coat, raises his eyebrow quizzically; his expression more bemused than worried, “And why is that?” “Just look at that,” Sebastian replies, gesturing at the table in front of him like he is seeing it for the first time: the white tablecloth, the candles in their silver candleholders, the white roses in their vase in the middle of the table, and the dinner Sebastian has been preparing since he came home three hours ago.

And Why Is That? by @20xbetterthanu - 41,321 words

Summary: "I love you, and I hate myself for that." "And why is that?" Love hurts.

Note from me: this fic is definitely not anti-Blaine, however it does heavily involve Blaine and he is Not having a good time, so I maybe wouldn't recommend it if you want to avoid him (and the other boys!) being sad.

A Change In The Weather by cacophonylights - 209,414 words

Summary: The summer before college Kurt is shocked when Sebastian comes to him with a timely offer he can’t refuse.  He’ll get something he needs to realize his dreams, but in return he has to play the role of Sebastian’s boyfriend for the summer.  Neither of them know just how much their worlds are about to change. For a GKM prompt.

Note from me: this fic COULD be considered anti-Blaine, but I don't personally consider it to be; it maybe doesn't paint him in the most positive light, but I think it's still neutral enough to be on this list, and it's essentially required reading at this point! Also, it is famously unfinished, but there are a couple fan sequels: ACITW AU by @lady-divine-writes A Drop In The Ocean by @daftydraw and jwmelmoth The ACITW link above is for livejournal, but you can also find the original fic on AO3 in two parts here and here.

#mine #fanfiction #fic rec #kurtbastian #kurtbastian fanfiction #glee #glee fanfiction #fallevs #I hope this list is helpful!! #and I would love to hear your thoughts on any of these fics (or any others you happen to find and read!) #kurt hummel #sebastian smythe #also please please please read europe is our playground #no pressure but like OMG it's so good #everything in this list is good though so. yeah.

[zoestormwriting]

My writing

Hello hi hello! Welcome to my writing blog!

My name is Zoe, and I write stories with transgender protagonists living their best lives; the kind of stories I wish I could have read when I was a young kid questioning my own identity, basically, instead of what we got during the 1990s.

If you want to check out my writing, your first stop is my ScribbleHub page, where you can check out a few of my stories.

Then, if you like what you've read and want to support me: I have a Patreon! There are lots of stories over there that haven't (and probably won't) published online for free, so check it out and, if you like what you see, think about subscribing :)

Also, I've published four of my stories as proper, honest-to-goodness books which you can actually buy; they've all been edited and expanded from the online version. The books are:

Alex -- A young man working a part-time job as a waiter accidentally stains his shirt, and the only choice for him to be able to work is to dress up in a girl's uniform; this turns out to have significant consequences.

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The Transition Zone -- A young man from a sheltered background goes to college, meets new people, makes new experiences, and finds out more about himself.

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Performative Masculinity -- A closeted trans girl in high school is accidentally outed to the boy she most dislikes; but he surprises her, by saying he won't tell anyone.

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To Own the Libs -- A young man with conservative leanings and no gender feelings at all (honest!) decides to prove that anyone can transition, even cis people. Why? To own the libs, clearly! How? By transitioning himself! Because he's not trans. Obviously.

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These four books are all set in the same fictional universe, the Bradford McKinley Chronicles, named after the fictional Upstate New York college in which most of them take part; they share some characters, but can be read in any order.

The Enchanted Forest and Other Stories: Five Tales of Gender Magic -- Five short stories about people finding themselves, with the help of a bit of magic.

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Lastly: all of the stuff I've written can be accessed from my Linktree, and if you just want to toss a couple coins my way you can do so on PayPal.

And that's all! Thank you for your attention, and I hope you enjoy reading my stories as much as I've enjoyed writing them :)

#my writing #trans writers #writers on tumblr #tumblr writers #writerblr #transgender #trans #trans positivity #books

[sweetestofchaos]

Have Mercy - One | P.JM & M.YG

☾ Paring: Demon!Jimin x Reader ☾ Genre/AU: Angst | Strangers to Lovers | Demon AU ☾ Rating: 21+ ☾ Warnings: Mentions of a Wrongful Police Shooting | Soul Selling | Pet Names | Blood | Slight Blood Drinking ☾ WC: 3.8k

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☾ a/n: here is chapter one of the long overdue series. i was supposed to have this finished back in october and it just didn't happen. i am still working on the next chapters, so please don't rush me. i will post as i go and i hope this lives up the hype! please keep in mind that this is a dead dove story. it will get darker in the future chapters! Shout out to @theharrowing for beta reading, a hi-five to @benkeibear for the support divider and thank you @saradika for creating the wonderful lace divider.

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Sitting in the library, surrounded by silence and written words, you are safe. Safe from the stress of the outside world that stops for no one. Tucked away on the floor, back pressed against the shelving unit with your legs pulled close to your stomach with ankles crossed, is where the librarian, Mr. Pete finds you. The book in your lap is one of your favorites, ‘Beauty’ by Robin McKinley. It is one that you have read many times and know nearly by heart.

A shadow falls on your seated form, and when you look up, standing before you are two police officers. You frown, not sure as to why they would be standing in front of you. You haven’t done anything wrong. No one has come to you with a complaint, and you chew on your bottom lip, closing the book with your finger between the pages so that you don’t lose your place.

Seeing that they have your attention, one of the officers squats down and peers at the book in your lap. You notice her stare and clear your throat, “Um…it’s my favorite book. A retelling of Beauty and The Beast. I know it’s childish but the story is beautiful.” You explain, keeping your eyes on the cover in your lap.

The officer shakes her head with a soft smile, “Rapunzel is my favorite.” 

She licks her lips, slowly lowering herself all the way to the floor, and your blood rushes loudly behind your ears. What is going on? Why is this officer still here? What does she want with you? She states your full name and when you confirm that is indeed your name, her eyes dim a little.

“Is something wrong?” 

You notice that Mr. Pete’s face is pinched and he is looking at his feet. Something is clearly wrong. Are you being kicked out?

“There has been an accident, I need you to come along with us, okay?”

“An accident?”

Your hands feel damp, clammy as you try to understand what the officer, Wise, her name tag reads, is saying to you. You wipe a hand on your cream-colored wide-legged pants and look at the Officer before you. Why would they come to you about an accid-

“My brother…where is my brother? Is he okay?”

Suddenly the book in your hand weighs a ton, crushing your legs and threatening to break your fingers as you struggle to stand on your own two feet. You stumble a little over your tan leather flats, and Officer Wise is quick to rise and helps you up. Steading you with a strong yet gentle grip of your elbow. You remove your arm from her hold and wrap them around yourself as you look between Officer Wise, her partner, and Mr. Pete. The warmth and softness of your tan boucle sweater is slightly grounding.

“Is my brother okay?” You repeat yourself once more.

Officer Wise’s eyes are muddled with something heavy, it’s a look that you haven’t seen many in her line of work wear. She clears her throat and offers what you suppose should be a reassuring smile. 

“Why don’t you come with us, yeah? We ca-”

“I’m sorry, but until I know what is going on, I refuse. I do not feel comfortable right now and you are not making the situation any easier.”

Mr. Pete speaks up from his place beside the other officer the moment he hears the distrust in your voice, “Honey, go with them. It’s for the best. Trust me?”

You consider Mr. Pete’s words. The older man is like a grandfather to you, he has worked at this library since you were a child. You nod and start to hand the book you were reading to Mr. Pete, but he shakes his head.

“I’ll check it out for you.”

Offering a thankful smile, you lean away from Officer Wise’s touch and follow her and her partner through the library. All around, people watch and whisper to each other as you are led outside. Your shoulders pull close to your ears and you duck within yourself, wanting to hide away from the attention. Officer Wise takes you to her squad car and opens the back door. You look at the seat, and she rolls her eyes as her partner jumps in the passenger seat.

“Your brother is currently at the hospital…I am taking you there.”

Your heart drops at the news. The hospital? He should be at the basketball court with his friends like he is every Wednesday after work.

“Will you tell me what happened?” You plea, and Officer Wise shakes her head.

“My Captain is with your brother now, he will explain everything when you arrive.”

You get into the car with a frown on your face. You watch the news, you know what horrors live in the world, and your mind races as you try to figure out where your brother fits into them. The patrol car is cold, the leather is worn, and it’s tiny, hardly any room to move. You do not ever want to be back in this seat again. As the car pulls off, you want to watch the world go by, but your head drops to the book in your hands. Your grip is tight, your fingers pressed as flat as they can be against the cover of the book. Taking a deep breath, you focus on the cover and say a silent prayer in your mind.

You are not prepared for what meets you at the hospital. The sterile scent of cleaning products that aren’t strong enough to erase the subtle stench of death that clings to the very walls is strong. Officer Wise shows you to a room that is blocked by two armed officers. You gulp and follow her into the room, feeling your world shatter at the sight of your brother. Tubes and gauze…what have they done to him? Tears burn, blurring your vision as you push past Officer Wise and stumble over to your younger brother.

His chest is moving slowly, up and down. There is a tube in his throat that is breathing for him, hissing with each pump and collapse of grey bags. Someone clears their throat, and you rip your eyes away from the broken body of your brother. An older man stands closer to the foot of the bed, his face tired and remorseful.

“W-What happened?” 

You blink a few times to clear your vision, a single tear escapes and you quickly wipe it away.

“I’m Captain Brighthill. I-”

“Please,” your voice is weary, you have no energy for polite greetings and fake pleasantries. “Why is my brother here? What happened to him?”

“Right-” Captain Brighthill clears his throat and looks right into your eyes. “Your brother was caught in the middle of a shoot out between two armed men and some of my officers.” 

The book in your hand falls to the floor, the thump louder than any bomb. The Captain takes your silence as permission to keep speaking, and he glances at Officer Wise. “There was an APB put out earlier of two armed men that had committed an armed robbery. The owner of the home was killed.”

You understand what the Captain is saying but that still doesn’t explain how your brother got caught in the crossfire. Your question shows on your face as your eyebrows pull together, and the Captain continues. 

“The suspects split up and the officers on the scene were unable to get a proper look at them. Eyewitness reports gave a description and your brother fit the profile.”

The Captain's words echo in your head. Your brother fit the profile…huh? Now where have you heard that before?

“Get out.”

“Now wai-”

“Get out!” You glare at Officer Wise. Now you understand why she looked guilty when she got you inside her car. Officer Wise shot your brother, it was her poor judgment that put your brother in the hospital. 

Officer Wise steps towards you and Captain Brighthill places a hand on her shoulder. He shakes his head and pushes the officer towards the door.

“We’ll leave you alone. I’m sure that this is all quite a shock and I offer my deepest apologies.”

You turn your back on them the moment the door shuts and collapse into the seat next to your brother’s bed. They shot him, an innocent kid, minding his own business…protect and serve, what a joke.

“Look what they did to you.” 

Your lower lip trembles and you carefully slip your hand underneath your brother’s palm up. He may be younger than you, but his hands are bigger, it is something he always teases you about whenever he gets the chance. You sniffle and rest your forehead on the back of his hand as tears pour from your eyes. You can’t lose him. Your brother is the only family you have left.

The situation hasn’t improved. Your brother was shot five times from behind, one of the bullets hit his lungs, another shattered his right hip bone and another passed through his shoulder, and the other two bullets are embedded in his spine. The doctors are worried about operating on him, and since he has yet to wake up, things are not looking hopeful. 

You visit every day, having put in for emergency leave at your workplace; once your boss found out the reason, he nearly pushed you out the door. He is a good man, and gives you a full week to get things in order and figure out what you need to do. 

Every day, you sit beside your brother and read out loud one chapter from ‘Beauty’. You started it from the beginning just for him. When you finish a chapter, you sit in silence for another hour and then you leave. You go to the bookshop that Mr. Pete’s wife, Mrs. Betty owns; that their children take care of once in a while.

Mrs. Betty is an older woman who is big into the spiritual side of the world. She believes that everything happens for a reason, but that doesn’t mean that you have to agree with it. She watches as you walk into the shop and smiles wide before she hurries from around the counter. There is a thick leather book in her hands, and it looks old, very old.

“I did some searching and I have found a way to help you, dear.” Mrs. Betty grabs your hand and pulls you over to the tiny round table that sits in the corner. She sets the book before you on the table, and you notice that there is no title. The leather is cracked, the pages are yellowed, and it smells weird.

You eye the book, confused. It is a book, nothing less, nothing more. You glance at Mrs. Betty and she looks at you with wide, eager eyes. Reaching out, you touch the cover of the book, and a shiver runs down your spin. You hesitate and Mrs. Betty makes a tisking sound with her teeth.

“Read it, dear. This will help your brother, I guarantee it.”

Mrs. Betty pats your shoulder and shuffles off to somewhere in the store, leaving you alone in the corner with the untitled book. The more you look at it, the more you notice that it’s not a normal book, it looks more like a journal, or maybe a diary of some sort. Glancing around, you don’t see Mrs. Betty and sigh. It can’t hurt to read it, whatever it is. 

Pulling your lower lip between your teeth, you open the book and there is nothing on the first page. You turn to the next page and see a date in the upper right hand corner. 

Oct 9th, 1882

You are right, this book is old, and it seems to be a journal, judging by the handwritten cursive in black ink. You have a second thought about reading this, it is someone’s personal story, and since it is untitled, you think it is safe to assume that this isn’t supposed to be read. Chewing on your bottom lip, you close the cover and stand from the table. Holding onto the book, you search the store for Mrs. Betty and find her muttering to herself underneath her breath as she puts books away.

“Mrs. Betty…I-I don’t think I should read this.”

She turns around, her wide eyes wild as she shakes her head. “Nonsense! You take it home and read it, dear. You will understand once you read it. Just read it!” Mrs. Betty pushes you towards the door, and before you can say anything else, she pushes you out. “Read it!”

The door slams behind you and the sound of the lock clicking into place makes you shake your head with a laugh. Mrs. Betty sure is something else. You glance down at the journal in your hands and sigh. Guess you don’t really have a choice. You lift your face towards the sky and say a silent prayer before you make your way to the bus stop to head on home.

It is a fall night like any other. Late enough for the sun to be long forgotten; the sky a pitch-black abyss embedded with tiny silver-white jewels. The moon is large as it hangs in the sky surrounded by wispy clouds, and the air is cool. The scent of the end - fallen leaves, stale corn, and never-ending dirt sits heavy in the lungs as an owl hoots nearby. 

There is a crossroads, a stretch of patchy dirt that runs between a corn field, cutting it in two, and an abandoned stretch of farmland. In the distance a dilapidated farmhouse stands on borrowed time. The telltale sign for the truly desperate and damned that they have come to the right place.

A single telephone poll sits at the edge of the cornfield, its lone domed light acting as a beacon in the night. Drawing all those to it like moths to a flame. White-grey swirls of smoke rise out of sight as someone puffs away at a cigarette. Dressed in a suit made of the finest materials known to man, someone unknown yet highly sought after stands hidden in the shadows. 

How long have they been out here, waiting for some unfortunate soul to wonder their way? Doesn’t matter, could be minutes, hours, days… Time holds no real value here at the crossroads. Everything moves off axis, a place hidden from the world that only those truly unlucky few find in times of desperate need. 

The sound of an engine echoes in the night, headlights burning bright as a black Rav4 rolls down the road. Jazz music softly spills from the cracked windows as the night air floods the space inside. A woman sits in the driver seat, fingers gripping the steering wheel so tightly that her palms sweat. In the passenger seat an old book, the cover and spin cracked with age and the pages yellowed from time, sits. 

Its presence is large. A person in its own right, with what is written inside the untitled book. There is an unseen power that surrounds the book, an almost tangible string that always leads the book to where it belongs. In the hands of the very person who filled its once blank pages with such powerful words.

As the car comes closer to the crossroads, the music is turned down and the woman in the driver seat bites her lower lip. She is out of options, this is the only thing left to do…

Please be real. Please, please…

It is the way the soul calls to him; a guiding light in the middle of a raging storm. 

Pure. 

Untainted by the evil of everyday life but not untouched. The outer shell is covered in scars from the needless violence and vile allure of life. Innocence is rare to come by in this day and age. Every walk of life has access to corruption from the moment they take their first breath. To see a soul nearly flawless is exciting, and it makes his mouth water. How sweet would this being taste? He can’t even remember the last time he feasted on the soul of a truly innocent being. Even the request is innocent. A life for a life. Oh, how lovely this will be.

As the car comes to a rolling stop, onyx eyes hone in on the unfamiliar scent of innocence. Long days spent in the sun, endless laughter from a game of tag, melted ice cream and the bittersweet sting of calling it quits for the night. A tongue, red-pink and longer than normal licks at smoke and cherry flavored plush lips. A grin pulls the skin upward faintly before cheeks hollow inward to inhale the toxic taste of nicotine and tobacco. 

As the engine of the car cuts off, the music is cut midsong and the night is plunged into silence once more. Stepping into the dim light of the bulb above, the man appears. A black bolero hat keeps his face hidden in darkness, the red-orange glow of his cigarette the only other light. He is dressed in a black tuxedo with a crisp white button down underneath, tucked into pressed trousers to show his slim waist. A single white handkerchief rests in his breast pocket.

The collar of the undershirt comes above the jacket, three buttons undone that tease to the honey skin beneath. A sliver of black ink peaks from below the shirt above his pectoral and stands in contrast against the skin of his neck just below his ear. Tailor of chaos runs vertically in swirling cursive. 

The click of the car door opening fills the night air followed by a thunk that sounds much louder in the dark. White sneakers kick up dust from the dirt road as the woman from the car slowly walks down the narrow road. The old book is hugged tightly to her chest, her heart beating wildly as they get closer.

The man lifts his hand and reaches up, grabbing hold of the cigarette that hangs loosely between his lips. Taking one last inhale, he pinches the white stick with his fingers and flicks it down to the ground. The red-orange end burns brightly, smoke still seeping from it. Lifting his foot slightly, black penny loafers crush the cigarette with the toe. The silver studs that are embedded into the face of the shoes catch the light from above and shine. He slips his hands into the pockets of his trousers and leans against the light pole; face still hidden in the dark.

“What’s a nice girlie like you doing out here?” 

Smoke spills from his lips with each word as he watches his newest prey, waiting for an answer. The man’s voice is smooth, black silk and whiskey smooth. The woman in front of him trembles, the sound of her heartbeat loud in his ears. A melody that he craves to make his own. Slowly the woman holds out her arms, in her hands, the very book that he wrote himself is offered. He tilts his head to the side and raises an eyebrow amused. 

“A gift for me, little dove?” 

“Y-Yes.”

He pushes off the pole and takes slow, deliberate steps towards the woman. Her arms pull back into her chest and she holds her breath. He circles her, taking in the fruity aroma of whatever perfume she wears. 

Her clothing is simple, a pale green t-shirt with a white scalloped cardigan over top and light wash jeans. Her jewelry is tasteful, a gold necklace with a tiny daisy pendant and matching earrings. There is a single red rope bracelet on her right wrist that falls over a recent hospital bracelet. Standing right behind the woman, the man licks his lips. He can see her pulse throbbing beneath the delicate skin of her throat, and he wonders just how quick he can get her heart racing.

“I don’t accept.” 

“W-What?”

The woman spins around, her eyes wide and mouth parted in shock. The man clicks his tongue and glances down at the book in her hands.

“That is far from a gift,” He takes a step forward, their shoes now toe to toe. “Did you read it? Did you enjoy my suffering?” The man’s dark eyes flash a startling red, making the woman gasp and jump back. He chuckles as the book falls to the ground, unwanted. 

“Y-Your… I didn’t-.”

He hums in acknowledgment cutting the woman off. “Yes. Well, most humans don’t understand what they read, now do they?”

“I didn’t read it.” 

The words are whispered but he hears them clearly. Didn’t read it? Now that’s a first, and hearing no jump in heart rate, he knows that her words are true. Interesting.

“Why are you here, dove?” He asks cutting right to the chase. “Surely you know what I am and what I will do to you?” 

Reaching up, he removes his hat, revealing his face to the woman. He is otherworldly. Handsome in a way that puts Greek statues to shame, and his own work of art made by the very hands of the devil himself. His black hair is coiffed, out of his face and slicked back in a fashion that matches his demeanor - elegant and cool. 

“What is it you seek from me?”

“Please?”

“Please?” He repeats, his lips curling into a teasing smile as he swings his hat around on his index finger. 

“Save my brother. I will give you anything you ask for. Just please? He has his whole life to live.”

“And you are the one that decides that? When was a new God crowned?”

The woman shakes her head, eyes filling with tears as she sniffles. Oh, this is beautiful. Such despair on one so pure is unimaginable. 

“Please?” She tries again, voice wobbling as she bows her head with tears dripping from her eyes.

A hand cups her chin and softly raises her face. Black eyes shine like the galaxy above, endless and vast. 

“Your name, dove? Tell me your name.”

She stumbles over her name but once it is said, the man’s face breaks out into the widest of grins. His teeth are a bright white and slightly crooked to match his crooked soul.

“Such a beautiful name for a beautiful soul.” The man tightens his grip on the woman’s chin and licks his lips, “You may call me Jimin.”

Before the woman can respond, the nail of Jimin’s thumb sharpens and slices the warm flesh of her lower lip. The woman yelps in surprise and pain before Jimin’s tongue flicks out and licks away the red liquid that beads to the surface. 

A sudden spark, much like that of static shock, zaps where Jimin has licked and the wound is closed. Swallowing the small bead of blood, Jimin releases the woman and takes a step back. She touches her lip and stares at Jimin with those wide eyes that remind him of a fawn.

Wordlessly, Jimin pulls at the collar of his shirt and exposes his upper chest. Right on his pectoral, the woman’s name sits on his skin in red ink.

#jimin fic #jimin angst #jimin x reader #demon!jimin #bts fantasy #fic: have mercy #soc jimin #exqueuese me

[soupandsauce]

OCD with Finn Hudson

Finn Hudson x Female Reader

I got back into my teenage obsession with Glee ever since I found out it's on Hulu and so I will now be writing for Glee characters! Requests are super welcome!

Summary: How Finn helps and supports you during your OCD episodes

This is mainly for my own comfort as I am really struggling with my OCD now.

Having contamination OCD is a debilitating disability. Not to mention suffering through it during high school. Your first week was comforting once you met with the counselor, Miss Pillsbury who also struggles with all things germs. She encouraged you to dive into a club to try and socialize with people. Thats what a club is after all, a group of people coming together for a period to support one another.

So you did, or rather, you ignored her idea until someone very handsome came up to you during a rather germs time.

it was lunch, and you were sitting alone in an empty classroom far away from the floating particles of the high school cafeteria. You sat down with a sigh as you opened up your bento box full of healthy and colorful food. after sanitizing your dried out hands, you started to eat. A few laughs and voices occasionally decorating the silence as students walked the halls.

One of those students was Finn Hudson, the quarterback for McKinley high as well as one of the guys known to be in glee club. He was rather tall, couldn't be shorter than six foot four and had soft brown hair. You had seen him in passing as you walked in the halls in between classes. he always had a smile on his face and seemed to be a very gentle and friendly person despite his popular status.

Finn saw you as you ate alone in the classroom. He saw how you were wiping off your fruits and the way that the table underneath you was still partially wet from what must have been a lysol wipe. It reminded him of Miss Pillsbury and how she struggles with OCD. He smiled at your cute frame, no taller than five foot two. He wanted to say hello but for some reason, he felt himself get nervous. As if your beauty enthralled him.

But before he could look away, you looked up from your lunch to see him. He tried to act normal.

"Why are you eating alone? We'd love to meet you." he says as he walks inside the classroom.

"Oh, um, Hi." I say as I blush softly, still stiff.

"Hi." he says softly as he walks over to the table you're at and sits down across from you. So he is incredibly kind.

"I'm Finn." he says "You're new right?"

I swallow a bite of food.

"Yeah, I'm Y/N" you say.

he smiles

"So why are you all alone in here?" he asks again.

You swallow again out of nervousness, you might as well be honest.

"Oh, I have a germ problem." You start

Finn's face softens even further if that's even possible as he listens.

"I'm guessing you've met the counselor?" He says with a cute smile

"You two have a lot in common."

You smile softly and blush again

"Yeah, she's encouraged me to join a club. She says it might help." You say.

Then, Finn smiles. again like he has an idea.

"Do you like music?" He asks

"Yeahhh?" you say, drawing your word out as if you know he's up to something.

Finn giggles a little before saying, "Join glee club! Or just stop by today after school to see what it's like. I'll be there." he says.

You smile softly and blush again.

"Okay" You whisper.

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after school, you pack up your bag and put some hand sanitizer onto your hands, grimacing slightly as you see how dry your hands are becoming from the over use. As you stand at your locker, you see Finn walking the hall too and he gives you a smile and a wave. You smile back and wave as well before you turn back around to your locker.

Then, from behind you, a couple of football players are snickering as they both hold slashes in their hands and walk towards you. Finn watches and his usual smile quickly drops into a look of dread and worry. Finn quickly runs over to you and you turn around to see Finn, as well as these two football players all coming towards you, you flinch as they all three get so close, worried that they will touch you.

"Hey new girl, welcome to McKinley." One of the football players says with a smirk on his face as if he's up to no good.

"Don'y even think about it, dude." Finn says.

"Says you, you faggot. Everyone knows that Glee club members are all losers. She associates with you, so therefore, she's a loser too. And you know what losers get." The football guys says as he throws the contents of the slushy into the air towards you.

"No! Stop!" Finn says as he tries to block it, but he's too late. The cold, wet, and sticky slushy splashes all over your face, hair, clothes, and skin and you gasp so loud that Finn think it's a scream.

"Finn looks furious as the two guys who walk away with a strut. And for a moment, you think that Finn is going to run after them and punch em, but instead, Finn turns back to you with a terribly sorry look on his face.

"Y/n, I'm so sorry... I tried to stop them... I know you..." But he can't even finish his sentence before you start breaking down into a panic as you feel the blue slush all over you, CONTAMINATING you.

Finn watches in fear as you shrivel to the ground in a ball and cry as you hyperventilate and panic, unable to move.

"Here" Finn says as he takes you gently by the shoulders and walks you away from the large, watching crowd and into the empty football locker room.

"I-I-its- I..." You try to speak, not only about what just happened, but the fact that the locker room only worsens your situation due to the sporty, sweaty smell.

Finn is quick to fetch his duffel bag from his locker and rummage inside of it to hold out a hoodie and a pair of joggers.

He runs with a towel over to you and wipes off your face as you cry, barely registering the close proximity or how kind he is being to you for a moment. But after a few minutes of him wiping your face and hands clean, you start to catch your breath, hiccuping every so breaths s you sniffle.

"I know it's not the best place in the world, but there's showers around the corner if you wanna wash up a little. I have these clean clothes too if you wanna change." he says in the most gentle voice.

You sniffle as you look at his sorry expression, like he somehow caused it, and suddenly really start to feel for him. You start to tear up again and Finn sees it.

"N-No I didn't mean to make you cry again, im so sorry." Finn says as he stands up straight and puts his hands on his eyes.

"No Finn, you're just so sweet." You say.

"Thank you"

You then decide to take a quick shower while Finn waits right outside the locker room door, making sure that no one comes in. After about 20 minutes of scrubbing and washing, you finally come walking out slowly. Finn turns around to see you, 5'2, with damp hair, all while wearing HIS hoodie and HIS joggers which, mind you, swallow you whole. He smiles.

"How do you feel?" He asks

"better, thank you." You say with a quiet and scratchy voice from all the crying and hyperventilating.

Finn smiles back

"Do you still feel good enough for Glee club or do you want to try another day?" He asks, not wanting to pressure you after such a traumatic thing.

You feel some sort of pull to Finn, almost as if you want to be near him always.

"Only if you sit beside me, Finn" You say softly with a smile.

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Time went on and Glee club was the thing that really helped you feel more normal, more accepted. And as promised, Finn sat by you each and every time. Almost everyone in the club, including Mr. Schue, were convinced that you and Finn were dating but the both of you denied it until the night of regionals. Before the show, behind the curtain, you two had a rather short conversation.

"Break a leg" You said to Finn

"I love you." he quickly gets out right before the music starts.

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Since then, you two have been happily dating.

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On nights where he spends the night, or a full weekend over, he always respects your boundaries and little rituals. Finn smiles as he takes off his outside clothes and changes into his inside clothes for you, giving you little winks here and there as he unbuttons his shirt. He helps you by wiping down the counters with lysol wipes after he cooks anything and helps you with the laundry.

But there are times when it gets so bad that Finn tries to help you refrain from doing your cleanings.

Often times, he sees how chapped your hands are from all the hand washing and hand sanitizer so he sits you down and rubs lotion on your hands, whispering softly how you have to take care of them. or he will challenge you to only wash your hands for a minute as he stands next to you. He praises you when you do well.

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Mr. Schue really likes you and Finn because he sees himself and Miss Pillsbury in you two. he can tell that you two are going to last based off how you treat each other. And that's the main reason why you two commonly get to sing all the ballads. After performance nights, Finn and you have sleepovers where you clean the trophy while watching a movie together, it's really sweet.

#finn hudson imagine #finn hudson x reader #finn hudson #will schuester #glee #santana lopez #rachel berry #noah puckerman #sam evans #quinn fabray #glee club

[klaineccfanficlibrary]

any fics where klaine have a quite playful relationship, like they joke with each other and the atmosphere is quite lighthearted? preferably set whilst they’re still in high school and a longer fic please!! thank you!!

Here are a few, set whilst at Dalton or McKinley.

Boys of Summer by @whenidance

AU where Kurt and Blaine are childhood friends because each summer, their families stay in neighboring lake cabins. The summer the boys are sixteen, the Andersons don’t show, but the next year when Kurt and Blaine see each other, they’ve grown up quite a bit. They quickly discover they might be a little bit in love with one another. Good thing they have a long summer ahead of them and plenty of firsts to figure out together.

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Rainjoy wrote a number of fics that fitted this request (see her list here, not just ATOG!!)

Motel, part one by rainjoyswriting

Summary: "I don't know if Santana is the best person to listen to us on this subject, Kurt."

Also Part two and three all of which are about their first time.

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Underneath and Unexplored by icedwhitemochas [PDF] [EPUB]

Kurt Hummel and Blaine Anderson have each spent 17 years assuming they were straight. But when Blaine transfers to McKinley High, they both start to wonder if they just hadn’t met the right person yet. What do you do when you develop a crush on your new best friend? (You kiss him, of course.)

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How to Make Your Best Friend Fall in Love With You in 14 (Not So) Easy Stepsby @grlnxtdr30

Exactly what the title says!

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Shiftings (verse 1)by chazzam

The shift in their relationship didn't come out of left field at all. Beneath the surface, things had been changing all along. Set right after THE KLISS. Kind of fluffy.

There are 8 parts - or verse to this one FF.net

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Crowded House by kellyb321

All of your favorite Warblers and a few new faces, too. Follow our boys as they start their lives in NYC, each couple facing their own challenges, heartbreak, self-discovery and redemption. Stick around as they realize support, acceptance and most importantly, true love can all be found in one big Crowded House. Heavy on the Klaine and Niff.

#klaine fanfiction #fic fics #Dalton!klaine #schoolage!klaine

[sunshinesdaydream]

Don't Go Breaking My Heart Part 1

Pairing: Rex x Female Reader Rating: General Audience for this part but minors DNI as future parts could be less G rated. Summary: Rex has been busy the whole war and has a wonderful group of people surrounding him. Fives, Echo, Jesse, and Kix conspire to talk him into signing up for the same matchmaking service they used Right to Love. Note: Greatheart(oc clone name)is a name I pulled from a Robin McKinley retelling of Beauty and the Beast. Content Warnings: Anxiety and symptoms of (based on author's personal experience) also other various "neurospicy" situations. Word Count: 1036

Link to Playlist I use for this AU

Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4

Don't Go Breaking My Heart Part 1 of ?

Rex paced the length of his quarters. He should have known better when Echo and Fives approached him with Kix and Jesse.

Fives had a talent for making anything sound reasonable and was the master of the rousing speech. Combined with Echo's strategy, Kix's “you'll do what's good for you” energy, and Jesse's support ... they could have talked him into anything.

But they chose to talk him into signing up for a matchmaking service. It sounded good at the time, he'd already met all of the people the four of them were dating now. Everyone seemed happy, well suited to each other, they even were well suited to the group at large.

And he wanted a person like that himself. He was surrounded by his people, but it still felt like something was missing. Rex knew it was a good idea to do this. He hadn't the time to go out to meet people before and now he saw that while the others may have had fun, it's not what he wanted.

Knowing it was a better idea than trying to go out and meet someone on his own did nothing to stop the familiar roiling in his stomach like a Kaminoian storm, or the tense electric feeling that crawled under his skin and sent him fidgeting and then pacing. Usually he could tame the sensations, in situations he was familiar with. With familiar goals and objectives, things he had trained on for hundreds of hours.

But for Rex, this was completely uncharted territory. The only experience he had was being subjected to his brothers' escapades. He refused to ask the quartet that were going with him to the office for “moral support” and to do the optional questionnaires for friends. He wanted to ask if the friends were optional.

When they all arrived at his quarters wearing civis he immediately said, “Okay, let's go,” He hoped using his “command voice” would cover his anxiety.

But these four in particular knew him too well. Kix grabbed his arm, and pushed him further into his room. Helped immediately by Jesse, who would always follow the medic's lead.

“Something's wrong,”Kix said. “What is it?”

Of course Kix would notice. He could sniff out a distressed brother from the other side of a Venator, let alone the same room.

“Nothing, it's nothing.” Rex sighed. “Let's go,”

At Kix's frown the others moved into a circle around him, Fives stood directly in front of him, hands on his hips.

“If Kix says something's wrong, something's wrong,” Fives said.

“Nothing I am going to discuss,” Rex said, curtly. “Now, move out,”

“That's not going to work,” Fives told him, “We're here as your brothers, not your troopers,”

“Rex, tell us what's wrong,” Echo's hand was on Rex's shoulder.

Rex set his jaw and looked at the floor, fighting the heat rising to his cheeks, and the fidgeting his body reflexively wanted to do.

“I don't know what I'm doing,” he said, quietly.

Jesse barked a laugh, “Is that all? We barely did,”

“And you never took shore leave, always organizing the next deployment,” Kix pointed out.

“Had to fight you to get you to get some decent sleep,” Echo added.

“When you did have free time you spent it with this one,” Fives gestured to Echo, ”Drawing up MORE strategies,”

“Like you were doing anything productive, "Echo answered.

“We aren't arguing about that again,” Kix jumped in.

“The point,” Echo began.

“We figured that already,” Fives finished. “We're going to help you,”

“Maybe Kix and Echo, you...no,” Rex told Fives.

“We will ALL help him,” Echo said, before Fives could protest.

“Later, now we need to go,” Kix looked at his chrono.

“You got this!” Jesse patted his shoulder as they entered the hallway.

They chattered around him on the lift down and the transit to the office, while his stomach turned to full blown nausea. They were already planning a get together.

Rex clenched and unclenched his fist by his side. Civis didn't lend themselves to fidgeting the way his gear had. The ridge on his gloves or the hilt of his blasters he could run his thumb over and no one notice anything off. No one could tell if he didn't make direct eye contact when he wore his helmet.

Kix interrupted the other three, “Can we at least get him through the profile part first?”

The brother at the desk in the lobby of “Right to Love” introduced himself as Greatheart and shoved datapads into the other fours' hands and hurriedly waved them off towards an open conference room.

He picked up one more datapad and motioned to Rex, “Moral support can sometimes be too much. Come with me, there is a quieter space for you,”

Rex nodded and followed.

“They seem... excitable,” Greatheart commented.

Rex took a deep breath and released it, “They always are.”

“They definitely care about you a lot,” Greatheart gestured Rex into a room with a smaller table.

“Whether I need it or not,” Rex answered, a bit more relaxed as Greatheart handed the datapad to him.

“It's pretty long, but there is no rush. After you submit it, we'll send someone in to talk to you. Water cooler in the room,” he said. Then he hesitated, “The questions...just go with what you know. Some of them are open ended, and can feel vague. I know the higher the rank the less time you had for leisure at all, or even thought beyond the war. Take your other life experience and use it for your answers.”

Rex nodded and went into the room, sat down and took a look at the first question. Without the brother's advice his anxiety probably would have hit new heights.

'What are you looking for in a potential partner'

He closed his eyes and took several deep breaths. His first thought was wanting to feel steady, comfortable, safe. His people, that's what helped him keep everything in check. It's what he wanted, but closer. Rex thought about their traits, taking the stylus and beginning to answer the questions.

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[oldshrewsburyian]

I was tagged, kindly, by @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels, and then I lost track of this (sorry.)

Rules: List ten books that have stayed with you in some way, don’t take but a few minutes, and don’t think too hard - they don’t have to be the “right” or “great” works, just the ones that have touched you.

Gaudy Night, Dorothy L. Sayers (obviously. Formative text of all time. Truth at all hazards, education, gender, sexuality, music, literary allusions.)

Beauty, Robin McKinley (it was very important to 8-year-old me to have this bookish, snappish, gnc protagonist. Also important to 18-year-old me.)

The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe (...look, I grew up to become a medievalist. And I still love the novel's sense of wonder, and possibility, and the many ways it values courage.)

The Once and Future King, T.H. White (...look, I grew up to become a medievalist. I bought this with my own money at age 12 and became haunted by it.)

The End of the Affair, Graham Greene (I love Maurice, the disabled protagonist who hates God; I love Sarah, who prays for a miracle to the God she hasn't believed in since she was seven; I love the prose, and the stained glass in the door, and the taste of peaches on Sarah's skin and in Maurice's mouth, and the rain on the heath, and...)

Les Trois Mousquetaires, Alexandre Dumas (also a formative text of all time tbh. I'm hardwired to love fictional characters with great one-liners and no sense of self-preservation and I blame the boys.)

Jane Eyre, Charlotte Brontë (my sister and I were on the phone recently, and she said "I felt it was the right decision to make because I am not a bird or whatever that line is," and I knew exactly what she meant. JANE. Love that mystical Anglican weirdo. Support her and her weird husband and their dog.)

The English Patient, Michael Ondaatje (HNG. The Bedouin healer who reminds Almásy of St. Michael the psychopomp in the window of an English church which he remembers because it was his wife's childhood church... except of course it was K's and he has never been there to see the light slanting through the angel's wings... just end me. And there are multiple passages like that!)

The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes (obviously. All is well when I am with my Baker Street uncles and it is 1895.)

Embers, Sándor Márai (I feel I've been taking too long over this, and also this book has stayed with me as one that opened my eyes to possibilities of narrative and relationship ethics and tangled desire in ways that fiction hadn't previously done. Also the atmosphere.)

Tagging in a no-pressure sort of way: @lettersfromthelighthouse, @bluestockingcouture, @tollers-and-jack, @tinydooms, @bookworm-of-camelot, @amarguerite, @shredsandpatches, @the-moon-loves-the-sea, @mercurygray, @the-forest-library

#books #adultbooklr

[lonestarflight]

Apollo Program: Block I Command and Service Modules

The Apollo Command and Service Module (CSM) contract was award to North American Aviation on November 28, 1961. At the time, the plan was to land the entire CSM on the lunar surface via the direct ascent and the initial design did not include a means to dock with another spacecraft. Later on this was changed to the lunar orbit rendezvous and lunar landing would be preform via the Lunar Module. This required a major redesign of the CSM and in 1963, NASA decided the most efficient way to keep the program on track was to proceed with the development in two versions:

Block I: the preliminary version for early low Earth orbit test flights only.

Block II: the new lunar-capable version, which included a docking hatch, incorporating weight reduction and lessons learned from the Block I.

The CSM Block I was to be used for all uncrewed Saturn IB (AS-201 & AS-202) and Saturn V (AS-501 & AS-502) test flights, plus two manned missions. This was changed to only one in late 1966, being Apollo AS-204, aka Apollo 1. After the Apollo 1 fire all manned missions were to use the improved Block II versions.

Block I Command and Service Modules produced:

CSM-001: systems compatibility test vehicle, used on propulsion tests at White Sands Missile Range. Completed tests on September 7, 1968. CSM scrapped.

CSM-002: used for powered on tumble abort tests, flew on A-004 Little Joe II, January 20, 1966, at White Sands Missile Range. Modified to 002A.

CM-002A: used to in land drop tests. Modified to 002B

CM-002B: used on pogo tests at Downey, California. Modified to BP-23. On display

On display at the Cradle of Aviation Museum, Garden City, New York.

CSM-003: cancelled before construction began

CSM-004: structural tests, CM modified to 004B.

CM-004A: Used for Thermal and dynamic tests, redesignated BP-27 on the Saturn I Block II (SA-5D). On display.

On display with the Saturn I Block II Dynamic Test Vehicle at the U.S. Space & Rocket Center, Huntsville, Alabama.

CM-004B: Tested a new unified hatch design at Downey, California. CM offered to Smithson but declined, later scrapped by Rockwell at Downey, CA.

CSM-005: cancelled before construction began

CSM-006: CM used for systems capability tests and modified to Block II for ESC tests at AiResearch in Los Angeles, CA. Later used for demonstrating tumbling debris removal systems. CM offered to Smithsonian but declined, later scrapped. SM redesignated as SM-010, on display with BP-23A.

BP-23A and SM-010 on display at the U.S. Space & Rocket Center, Huntsville, Alabama.

CSM-007: various tests including acoustic vibration and drop tests, and used as a ground test vehicle. CM modified to 007A. SM used for fitcheck of docked model facility, current location is unknown.

CM-007A: used by Astronauts for water egress training, water-survival training and extended recovery training in the Gulf of Mexico. CM was refitted with Block II improvements. Underwent testing for Skylab at the McKinley Climatic Laboratory, Eglin AFB, Florida, 1971–1973. On display.

CM-007A is on display at the Seattle Museum of Flight, Seattle, WA.

CSM-008: complete systems spacecraft used in thermal vacuum tests. CM modified to 008A, SM offered to Smithsonian but declined (August 1973), later scrapped by Rockwell International at Downey, CA May 1977.

CSM-008 in Chamber A at JSC.

CM-008A: used in land tests at Downey, CA. CM scrapped by March 1971.

CSM-009: flew on AS-201 (later designated Apollo 2), CM modified to 009A.

CM-009A: modified with support structural tests for land impacts. CM offered to Smithsonian but declined, on display.

On display at the Strategic Air and Space Museum in Ashland, Nebraska

CSM-010: originally intended for a launch abort test, mission cancelled and CM was modified into 004A. SM cancelled.

CSM-011: flew on AS-202 (later designated Apollo 3), CM modified to 011A.

CM-011A: used on land impacts tests and extensively damaged. CM offered to Smithsonian and is on display.

On display at the USS Hornet Museum in Alameda, California.

CSM-012: intended for AS-204 (Apollo 1). CM is in storage at Langley Research Center. SM scrapped. Hatch on Display.

Apollo 1 hatch on display at the Kennedy Space Center.

CSM-013: cancelled before construction began

CSM-014: intended for AS-205 (Apollo 2). CM disassembled as part of Apollo 1 investigation and modified to 014A. SM used on AS-502 (Apollo 6).

CM-014A: ground testing. CM Scrapped May 1977.

CSM-015: CM cancelled before construction began. SM-015 was used with BP-30 and LES-014 for Swing Arm tests and backup spacecraft for Apollo 6. On display.

On display at the Kennedy Space Center.

CSM-016: CSM cancelled before construction began. Only the launch escape tower (LES) completed, on display with BP-27 the Saturn I Block II (SA-5D) at U.S. Space & Rocket Center, Huntsville, Alabama.

CSM-017: flew on Apollo 4 (AS-501). CM on display. SM destroyed when the propellant tank explosion during ground testing. CM on display.

On display at the Stennis Space Center in St. Louis, Mississippi.

CSM-018: cancelled before construction began

CSM-019: cancelled before construction began

CSM-020: flew on Apollo 6 (SA-502). SM flew on Apollo 4. CM on display.

On display at the Fernbank Science Center in Atlanta, Georgia.

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Just little sketches for Legacy AU

Some of Legacy Link and Maggie, the guy does his best but very out of his element trying to raise a family

Some of Autumn Link and Maeve (emotional support lady beloved ♡)

Then Autumn and his little girl McKinley, was just wondering how he would react if she struggled some w anxiety like he does

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