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remythologise · 3 years

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I don't have twitter and I'm seeing posts but a lot of them involve knowing what I'm looking at...can you pls explain the latest spn/Jensen news, pretty please?

Sure! Explanation of the events of the past week (some of these dates might be relative to my timezone, apologies for any errors):

JUNE 24: News breaks that Jensen Ackles and Danneel Ackles’ production company has a prequel in the works focusing on John and Mary Winchester; entire fandom displeased

Fandom ire at the prequel focusing on John and Mary momentarily overshadows the fact that it seems like Jensen Ackles has the rights to Supernatural (!!!) and has ‘five shows in the works’ of which this is only the first

Showrunner is Destiel fan-favourite Robbie Thompson, responsible for such Absolute Banger Episodes as ‘Meta Fiction’ (see more here)

A lot of blowback from absolutely all sides of the fandom - BiBros et al mad that it focuses on Not The Brothers, Destiel fans mad it focuses on Not Resolving Destiel, everyone largely mad it focuses on John Winchester (widely regarded as abusive) and the ‘epic love story’ of John/Mary (canonically forced by cupid magic)

Various cast members including Misha Collins, Jim Beaver, Jake Abel, Ruth Connell and Julie McNiven reply to the article with comments indicating they’d like to be involved

Eric Kripke tweets that Jensen and Danneel are ‘the perfect people’ to take control of this story and Jared is ‘too busy Texas Rangering’ to be involved

JUNE 25: Jared Padalecki tweets about being left out of the loop on the prequel; absolute chaos ensues

See this ask reply for a list of tweets, events and reactions

I’ll also add that this gets large enough to get coverage on Vulture, Variety and other news sources

Robbie Thompson retweets his tweet from 2019 saying ‘I ❤️ you #SPNFamily’ in response to… everything

JUNE 26: A scramble for Jensen, Jared and Eric Kripke to do PR damage control on the Jared issue. Meanwhile, Misha Collins does his best impression of this scene from the Lion King to promote GISH

Eric later deletes all tweets about the issue, which is VERY funny. Man can’t handle the heat!

Very funny contrast between Jared’s ‘have a talk, as we often do’ and Jensen’s ‘miss these talks'

Jensen later changes his twitter header and bio from Supernatural/Dean Winchester to The Boys/Soldier Boys which IS somewhat unfortunate and perhaps deliberate break-up related timing

Jared tweets that he ‘doesn’t want anyone to receive hate or threats’ which is like… Jared YOU started this, YOU tweeted this to your millions of followers

JUNE 26: Jensen Ackles does further damage control by tweeting ‘Canon? we got you’ and linking to this article about what the show might hold, which points out the Problems of John Winchester

See article for further details but this implies Jensen actually does care a lot about doing right by the fans and the narrative canon

This, combined with the fact Robbie Thompson is running it, convinces most Destiel-side fans that the show Might Be Better Than Expected and one CW-approved stepping stone to greater things

BiBros are furious because article is written by ‘known Heller’ Natalie Fisher, who is friends with writers such as Meredith Glynn and Robert Berens

Meanwhile, Steve Yockey references the ‘Steve Yockey is dead?!?’ tumblr meme on twitter in a reply to Ruth Connell

JUNE 27: Gen Padalecki posts an instagram story which may or may not be shady commentary on Jensen Ackles

However, yesterday Danneel Ackles also promotes the Padalecki MLM product on HER instagram - can I just say I simply love the use of a) product promotion and b) instagram stories as tools of warfare and diplomacy

JUNE 28: Various scripts drop thanks to the team at tumblr’s spnscripthunt (go support and fund their efforts if you can!)

Notable changed content includes Castiel telling Dean to ‘parent’ Jack in 14.16 and Castiel texting emojis to Claire in 12.16 (possibly an in-script joke about Dean being attracted to a poodle?)

JUNE 29: News breaks that Chaos Machine Productions was started as ‘Free Will Entertainment LLC’

The name was apparently changed in October 2020 - was that as a result of the 15.19-15.20 filming? Or something else?

The idea that Jensen set up a company called ‘Free Will Entertainment’ to continue telling the story of Supernatural is honestly BONKERS. A lot to unpack here to do with the textual and metatextual narrative of Supernatural that I don’t have time to get into, since there’s about twenty wild implications that could be speculated from that name alone

Stock price on ‘Jackles’ Sexy Silence’, conspiracy that Jensen didn’t like the ending of Supernatural and was quietly plotting to take the narrative under his own control, to bring Dean back to life and possibly to canonise Destiel, reaches historic high

The fact does not go unnoticed that, through coincidence or not, Jensen and Danneel registered the company on a Thursday very close to September 18, the Lazarus Rising/Castiel Anniversary Date when Dean was saved from Hell

JUNE 30: Misha Collins makes a social media post with Castiel art for the last day of Pride Month

Twitter post liked by Robbie Thompson

On his instagram, Misha also puts music on the story of ‘Can’t Help Falling In Love With You’ a song made famous by Elvis and then subsequently Destiel AU Fanfic Twist and Shout

“The song was initially written from the perspective of a woman as “Can’t Help Falling in Love with Him”, which explains the first and third line ending on “in” and “sin” rather than words rhyming with “you” - Wikipedia knowledge obtained via @jurisffiction

Falling… sin… But we don’t have time to unpack all of that-

JUNE 30: 8.17 Goodbye Stranger script excerpt surfaces with Dean’s ‘I love you’ to Castiel

Fandom has long known that the ‘I need you’ was formerly an ‘I love you’ because Jensen believed Dean saying it in that moment to Castiel was out of character - but we did not have the script to prove specific changes

Additional ‘I forgive you’ not included in the episode - the original scene reads as very romantic, since this was Dean absolving Castiel for past crimes and telling him he loves him in the moments before death, as well as ‘I love you’ of course being what ‘broke the connection’ of Naomi’s control

Notably this episode written by Robbie Thompson, the very man Jensen and Danneel chose to helm their next project

JUNE 30: Misha Collins misses his blanky text

To cap all this off, Misha Collins texts fans a selfie of himself at ‘the spare room at Jensen’s apt in Vancouver’, saying he ‘misses his blanky’, implying he has spent many nights there

It has been an open secret that Misha basically shared Jensen’s apartment in Vancouver since around 2018 due to [redacted dubiously obtained information] but it’s never been publicly stated (to be clear, this does not imply anything other than friendship, as actors in Vancouver often share accommodation and Misha had previously couch-surfed at Jared and Jensen’s places)

Cockles shippers go wild. Does the ‘blanky’ refer to Jensen? Was there a reason to send this on the last day of pride month? Will this man ever shut up?

Hope that helps! May this wild carousel of News About A Show That Ended Eight Months Ago never end!

#ask #anonymous #kira for ts #supernatural spoilers #spn spoilers #long post for ts #there ARE people out there who blacklist that tag… this one’s for you #making a text post like. well now what do I say in tags.#god this took me a long time anon I hope you appreciate the hours I spent on this sourcing lskdflskjdfdfsdf #this post was scheduled for 3am no idea why it posted at 10:15 pm thank you to Broken Website #UPDATE SORRY FOR INCORRECT LINK ON THAT ASK THING CHRIST #again broken website I was meant to check links BEFORE it posted

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augment-techs · 2 years

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From the prompt thing you have pinned. Soulmates au where they get each other’s injuries. Connor and evil Trent

damage done to a person also translates into their soulmate’s body (cuts, bruises and all)

It shouldn't have been possible that Trent would find some company and comradery in Devin and Cassidy in his darkest hour, and yet, here he was. He'd been at Cassidy's house for the last week since his battle with the other Rangers in his suit of white, bruises that didn't hurt forming along his legs and arms and face next to the cuts and scrapes Devin kept having to bandage up while Cassidy dithered about the gem attached to his wrist and scouring the internet for every article about Angel Grove and the Space Rangers and anything else relevant that she could find. The two of them were the ones who realized that stress probably was what was setting off his transformations. Devin was actually really good at keeping things chill and quiet, regardless of Cassidy losing her shit after a run to Hayley's café and coming back to almost throttle the White Ranger harbinger when she noticed Conner had facial and arm and full body bruising in exact places Trent had but couldn't feel. Which meant she got to thinking, and noticing things, and she almost broke the windows from screaming at how Conner, Ethan, and Kira must have been Rangers, which meant Dr. Oliver must have been their leader in Black. "And I am never going to get that job in the news now," she'd sighed, like she'd get over it much like losing out on a new purse at the mall, or she'd lost an earring that was very pretty but also mass produced at Claire's. Trent had to do a double-take, letting the words process as he drank the hot chocolate the girl had brought from Hayley's while Devin gave Cassidy a neck massage and a million dollar smile letting her know how proud he was of her. * "You're...helping Hayley?" "And you," Devin replied, apathetic to Conner's look of startled understanding when the shorter boy tapped on the Red Ranger Dino gem clinging to Conner's wrist, absent and pointed and full of knowing, before handing Conner the coffee set he'd ordered for the rest of the team. When Conner's hands were full, the tray was barely felt when Devin also tapped the bruise on Conner's face that didn't hurt at all, looking cheeky and almost as devious as Cassidy on a good day, "You really gotta start paying better attention during your fights with the White Ranger. You cannot be this dumb." Then he was off at the sound of Hayley calling him over, the waiter's apron at Devin's waist being adjusted a little on his walk away, completely ignoring Conner's mouth opening and closing. A guppy beached on land struggling with its own existence. * Tommy was going to have an aneurism. Not because Cassidy had punched out Anton Mercer in the school hallway when he was in the middle of what was starting to look like a very heated, very quiet, argument--just outright sucker punching the rich man when he was completely focused on his adopted son--but because she'd taken the moment Anton hit the floor to steer Trent over to Tommy; Devin also taking the stunned silence of most of the students in the hallway to wrangle Conner, Ethan, and Kira over to Tommy as well. Then the two had shoved all five of them into the classroom Tommy had been hovering outside of, a few very pointed sentences leaving them as they locked the door and ducked back out to occupy Principal Randall yelling her way towards them. "So, Trent's dad is Mesagog--" "And he accidentally found himself with a Dino Gem that turns him evil when he's stressed out when he followed Anton through a weird portal thing--" "Mesagog wants him to join his little evil minions, even though Trent doesn't want to hurt anyone--" "And also, Trent's probably Conner's soulmate. You'll notice Trent has all the bruises he gave Conner as the White Ranger two days ago--" "Talk it out while we deal with this--" "Good luck!" The stunned silence left all of the teenagers in an absolute state of shock. Just staring at each other while Tommy took his glasses off, rubbing his eyes and trying very hard not to think about back in high school, about another duo that were a help just as much as they were a hindrance. (He was absolutely going to get drunk later.) * A pair of big, strong hands. A piano tied down to the bed of a truck. Another set of adults that had Trent's back, who asked no questions, but intrinsically knew everything. Watching the look on Dr. Oliver's face when he arrived at Cassidy's house, only to find someone he knew on the other side of the door, taller than him, less surprised about everything happening than it should have been allowed under the circumstances. But Angel Grove wasn't just home to the first Power Rangers. It was the home to the people that they'd protected and people who helped them--when they could--in their turn. "Oh, so they do know each other," Cassidy hummed under her breath, enjoying the show from her place on the couch, legs over Trent's lap and head relaxed against Devin's shoulder, chewing absently on the Smarties lollipop she'd snagged from Skull while the skinny musician helped Bulk calm down Tommy's brood that had all started freaking out; though, she supposed it wasn't every day Dr. Oliver deadass fainted, so their reactions weren't completely inappropriate. "Was there ever any doubt?" Devin queried, absently looking up from his laptop and pointing Ethan in the direction of Cass's kitchen to fill a water glass to splash in Tommy's face while Conner and Kira dragged the unconscious teacher into the house; Bulk and Skull bemused at the teens not letting them help--the guy weighed practically nothing, Bulk could probably just lift him like potatoes and drop him on the couch, but no, the Red and Yellow Dino Rangers were too protective for their own good. But it was whatever; Skull still needed to move the piano they'd dragged along into Cass's garage with his kid still napping strapped to his back like a koala, and Bulk still had to bring in their luggage; Tommy freaking out over familiar faces he hadn't seen since high school wasn't as big an issue as settling in and lulling Conner into a false sense of security before they had The Shovel Talk with the Red Ranger about his newfound soulmate in Trent. (And wasn't that just a kick in the head; Cassidy had only introduced her cousin and his best friend-platonic soulmate to Trent a week ago, explained what was happening in Reefside, told them that she really needed an adult in the house to help out so there wouldn't be too much attention drawn to Dr. Oliver and six of his students being seen at the Cornells--and what happened? He was suddenly under the protection of Farkas Bulkmeier, who ran a dojo/youth center in Panorama City with who Trent would find out later to be Dr. Oliver's Pink Ranger ex-girlfriend; and Eugene Skullovitch, whom Trent knew for a fact Kira had a huge celebrity crush on since he'd been crushing the Indie-rock circuit.) Trent had been ignoring the insidious feelings that arose often, and sometimes with fierce consequences, from his own Dino Gem, but Dr. Oliver had insisted on coming to check out Trent's living situation and run some basic scan over the device attached to Trent's wrist at the first opportunity since Cassidy and Devin had made it pretty clear to Anton Mercer that Trent wasn't coming home until he "got his act together" and proved himself to be a better father. Trent was pretty good at ignoring the voice in his head that sounded totally like the White Ranger, often and almost completely... But he still took the opportunity when nobody but Devin and Cassidy were looking to take out his phone and get a recording of Conner bent almost all the way over, flicking water from the glass Ethan held into Dr. Oliver's face; all three of the primary Colors looked ridiculous and this was only a tiny bit of chaos if Trent decided to use this to his own ends at some point. (Mostly he--and the White Ranger in his head--wanted live footage of Conner's butt in jeans that looked infinitely better than the uniform he often wore for sports and most of the rest of his life.)

#ask fill #power ranger dino thunder #Mighty Morphin Comics #boom! comics power rangers #mmpr #ggpr #conner mcknight #trent fernandez-mercer #trent x conner #cassidy cornell #devin de valle #farkas bulk bulkmeier #eugene skull skullovitch #tommy oliver #soulmates au

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snelbz · 4 years

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Lost Time {18}

Summary: It’s been four years since Azriel ran away from Velaris and left behind everyone he ever loved — including the girl left standing at the altar. Now, he’s back home, but can he try and pick up the broken pieces of his life, or has there been too much lost time?

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Azriel sat in silence in Cassian’s living room, both he and Rhysand staring at him, unblinking. Azriel was doing nothing, just letting them take in the information as he slowly sipped his steaming cup of black coffee.

It was a pleasant morning, sunny and cloud-free, warm. Azriel was exhausted, though. He hadn’t slept a wink. Every time he closed his eyes, all he could think about was Ianthe and the texts she had sent, the words haunting him.

She was in town.

In his hometown.

And she wasn’t leaving him alone.

After he woke up that morning, he got Novan ready to go and brought him over to Cassian’s after Elain had left for work.

After his second cup of coffee, he had told his brothers the entire story of Ianthe, the parts they hadn’t already known, then confessed about her texts, and the fact that Elain knew absolutely nothing about it.

Which he both felt equally confident and guilty about.

“So, let me get this straight,” Cassian said, at last. “Your ex, who is a model, and a little bit of a stalker, is in town, and hasn’t stopped texting you since last night…and you haven’t mentioned any of this to Elain. Your wife.”

Azriel nodded, watching as Novan chased the kitten up the stairs.

“And this Ianthe also got into it with you when you were in New York getting your stuff,” Rhysand followed. “Which Elain also doesn’t know about.”

Azriel gave them both an exasperated, pointed look. “Obviously you have all the facts, alright? Now, what do I do? Elain’s pregnant, tired, and sick. I don’t want to tell her about it if it’s nothing, she has enough going on, but I can never tell with Ianthe, I never know what she’ll do. She’s not the type that exactly takes no for an answer.”

“Clearly,” Cassian muttered, reaching for his coffee, and Azriel glowered.

“No, no,” Rhys said, stopping Az from giving Cassian a smartass remark. “That’s his thinking voice.”

Azriel glanced at Rhys and then at Cass and found him still holding his coffee cup. They sat in silence for a moment, the only sound Novan’s feet chasing the small ball of fur through the house.

“Just the texts and calls so far?” He finally asked, looking up at Az. He nodded in confirmation. Cassian shrugged. “I can’t do anything until she makes a physical unwanted advance on you or Elain in Velaris. And back in New York, did anything…happen? Did you make her a promise or anything?”

“Like, the last time I saw her?” Az asked. “Or before that?”

He had to admit, Azriel didn’t like the way Cassian’s eyebrows rose at that question. “Let’s start with last time and then explain before that.” With a sigh, Azriel ran through that last night one more time, remembering the rage in Ianthe’s bright eyes well. “Okay,” Cass continued. “Now…before that?”

Azriel sighed and hung his head. “I may have told her on a few, drunk occasions that I thought marriage was a sham and that with enough persuasion, I’d …” He groaned and dragged his hands down his face.”I’d always be down for a quick ride.”

Both of his brothers stared at him, and then Cassian asked, quietly for the sake of little ears, “Are you fucking kidding me?”

Azriel set down his mug before rubbing his temples. “Look, marriage wasn’t really my favorite topic throughout the years, alright? So, excuse me if in my miserable drunken state that I said bitter shit I didn’t mean.”

“That miserable shit is going to be what gets you in trouble,” Cassian said, staring his younger brother down. “You need to talk to Elain.”

Azriel scoffed. “And tell her that? No, I don’t think so.”

“Az,” Rhysand began, shaking his head, slowly. “I get the drunken shit, okay? But, that’s going to be what she uses to get her way.”

“I know, I know,” Azriel groaned.

“Ianthe seems like a piece of work,” Cassian said, leaning back and rubbing his eyes with his thumb and forefinger.

A little head peeked over the railing of the banister and they heard “Uncle Cass?”

They all glanced up as Cassian asked “Yeah, buddy?”

“How do I get power rangers on the tv?”

“I’ll be right back,” he muttered, jogging up the stairs.

Azriel sighed and took a drink of his coffee. “I need something stronger than this.”

“Apparently you don’t,” Rhys mumbled, taking a sip of his own. He set the mug back on the side table beside him. “Especially if you make stupid, fucking promises when you’re drunk.”

Az glowered at him, not saying anything, just throwing his brother a vulgar gesture. He finally sighed and said, “Things were pretty bad for me for a while. Didn’t really feel anything. Just took pictures and lived my life. It’s probably why my shots were so good.” He laughed, but Rhysand could tell there was no humor in the sound. “I could only see and feel emotion through my camera lens. I was numb to my own, so I…captured other people’s. And just continued to ignore my own.”

It took Rhysand a moment to say anything else, but when he did, his voice was soft. “I get it. Try not to worry about it, yeah? Just…talk to Elain when she gets home so that she’s aware, and prepared, but don’t stress out about it until something happens. And hopefully nothing will happen.”

Azriel nibbled on his lip for a second before nodding. “No, yeah, you’re right.”

And yet, he felt a heavy sense of dread in the pit of his stomach as each word left his mouth.

* * * * * *

Working the day after she got married wasn't exactly how Elain had planned things, but things hadn’t exactly gone according to plan for most of her life.

Not that she was complaining, she loved her complicated life and wouldn’t trade it for anything.

She smiled at the couple who’d brought a family heirloom in, an old dresser that belonged to his grandmother. She hesitated before saying, “I can handle the refurbishment, but I’ll let you know now, my turn around is a little slower than it used to be.” She tucked a hand under her small bump and explained, “I’m a few days shy of three months pregnant, and my husband is looking for a well-ventilated workshop for me-.”

“It’s no rush,” the woman - Claire, she’d written on her order form - smiled, and looked up at her husband. “It’s actually for our baby’s nursery. I’m fourteen weeks.”

Elain’s smile was genuine as she said, “Congratulations! Okay, that gives me a little bit of time.”

After finishing up with the sweet couple and with some help, Elain had moved the dresser by the door to have Az load up and take home after work. Leaning against her desk, Elain stared at her reflection in one of the elegant full length mirrors that she’d salvaged from an old manor house and wrapped a hand under her belly again. She dialed Nesta’s number and waited as it rang.

“Hello?” Nesta asked.

“Do twins run in our family?” Elain asked, not even replying to her sister’s greeting.

“I- What?”

“Do we have the twin gene?” She asked again. “It’s not like we can trace Az back, so do you know if we have twins anywhere in our family?”

The other line was quiet for a suspicious amount of time. “Why?”

“Because I just had a customer who’s fourteen weeks pregnant, which is only a couple weeks farther than me, and I look drastically bigger than her.”

Nesta was quiet for a minute, then she said, “After Miryam and I were joking about it, I decided to do some digging into our family history. It turns out that Mom’s brothers are twins. They live down south, if I remember right. They and Mom never got along. I think the last time we saw them, you were just a baby-.”

“Nesta,” Elain interrupted, recalling she and Azriel’s previous conversation about twins. Elain had been joking, too, for the most part, then. They hadn’t been too close to their mother’s family, but she figured Nesta would have known. “What if I’m having twins?”

“What if you are?” Nesta repeated, and Elain rolled her eyes.

“If I am, Azriel will surely freak the hell out,” Elain mumbled, plopping down in an old wooden chair.

“Just means my baby gets two besties instead of one,” Nesta chuckled and Elain knew she was doing the exact same thing she was, rubbing soothing circles into her belly.

She smiled and changed the subject, asking, “When are you going to tell us what you’re having?”

The sigh that left Nesta would have made a soap star proud. “Whenever I find out, you’ll find out. Cassian is looking for the perfect gender reveal. He takes the damn envelope with him everywhere he goes because he knows I’ll look otherwise.”

Elain paused. “Has he looked? I can have Donovan ask, you know he’d tell-.”

“No, it’s still sealed,” she sighed. “I told him he has until next week to find something or I’m taking it to Viv’s bakery.”

The bell above the door jingled, alerting Elain of a new customer and she said, “I’ve got someone coming in, but let me know and I can drop it off on my way into work, okay?”

“Okay, I love you,” Nesta said, and Elain could hear her getting back up to go back to work as well. “Call Yrene. See if she can set up another scan. Find me another niece in there.”

Elain was laughing as she tried to see out of the back office. “And how do you know it’s a girl in the first place?”

“I have a hunch,” she replied, simply, then hung up.

With a roll of her eyes, and a small smile, Elain was up on her feet.

There was a tall, slender woman with long, blonde hair and some of the most beautiful eyes Elain had ever seen. She was eyeing an old, vintage floor length mirror that Elain had already refinished. She had been hoping that no one bought it because she was so in love with it that she wanted it in the corner of her bedroom.

“Hi,” Elain said, once she had approached, her smile bright. “Can I help you with anything?”

The woman met Elain’s eye with a smile. “Yes, actually. I’m looking for a gift.”

“I can certainly help with that,” she smiled. “Are we looking for something in particular?”

The woman glanced around the store. “Not really. It’s- it’s sort of complicated.”

“Okay,” Elain said, confused by the hesitation in the girl’s words. “Who’s it for?”

“The love of my life.” There was no hesitation this time and Elain smiled at her. “He’s an old soul. And I just got into town, I don’t know the area. So I just…ended up here.”

She nodded, knowing she hadn’t seen the beauty around before. It was a small town. “Who is he?” She saw the hesitation on her face and realized that just because she was in a small town, she might not be used to how nosy small town folks could be. “I’m sorry, that was rude. Follow me,” Elain said, blushing.

She led her over to an old workbench she’d finished the week before. She’d been debating on taking it home for Azriel to store his spare lenses and bodies for his cameras.

“Oh, this is beautiful,” the woman said, and then she blushed. “I have an odd request.”

Elain blinked. “Okay?”

“May I...sit on it?” She asked.

“Sit on it?” Elain repeated.

She cleared her throat. “Yes, I’d like to have some pictures taken with it.”

Elain blinked but said, “That shouldn’t be a problem. It’s quite sturdy.” The woman hopped up, pulling a foot up and planted it on the surface. Clearing her throat and looking away, Elain asked, “Are you a model?”

The woman’s eyes snapped to Elain’s. “Why?”

“You’re very pretty,” she laughed, meaning her words. “That and the pictures.”

“Ah,” the woman smiled. “Yes, I am. And thank you, that’s kind of you to say. You’re very pretty, too.”

Elain’s cheeks turned pink. “Thank you.”

“You’re pregnant, I see?” she asked, glancing down at Elain’s hand that rested on her stomach.

“I am,” Elain said, nodding.

“Congrats,” she said, her smile radiant. “And the father? He loves you?”

Elain’s heart softened. “Very much so. He’s….well, he’s my soulmate.”

“Soulmate,” the woman repeated. “I want to know what that’s like.” She looked back down at the bench. After a moment, she fished her phone out of her leather satchel and held it out to Elain. “A picture? Would you mind?”

“Of course not,” Elain said, taking the phone from the model’s hand and snapping a few pictures as she posed. Elain nearly felt awkward. It wasn’t everyday that she photographed models on her refinished antique furniture.

Azriel would get a kick out of it when she told him after work.

The girl hopped down and took her phone from Elain’s outstretched hand. She looked down at her phone, smiling and approving of the pictures. “Thank you, do you mind if I look around for a minute? Everything is so beautiful.”

“Of course not, please,” Elain said, smiling. She gestured towards the back of the store. “I’ll be in my office, but my name is Elain. Just holler if you need me.”

The girl smiled, slipping her phone back in her pocket and said nothing else. Something in her gaze though, it suddenly unnerved Elain and she turned and was nearly back to her office when she heard, “Thank you, Elain.”

A moment later, Elain heard the bell above the door announce her exit.

* * * * * *

Azriel had just dropped Novan off with Miryam. She was going to bring him to the zoo for a grandparent’s day, which Azriel was pretty bitter that he couldn’t go with.

It’s a Meme/Novan thing, Miryam had explained.

Azriel wasn’t going to argue by saying how much he loved seeing the giraffes.

Even though it was true.

He thought he’d try to scope out some landmarks, though, see what he could photograph in the little town of Velaris, before he went home and edited some stuff he had to send in.

But then, his phone chimed.

It was Ianthe, of course, but that wasn’t what had him slamming on his brakes.

Ianthe was sitting on an antique bench that had been refinished in a shop that Azriel knew all too well.

After pulling a very dangerous u-turn, resulting in a vulgar gesture from the minivan he’d accidentally cut off, he turned around and sped back into town, toward Elain’s shop. He cursed every time he got stopped at a redlight, which was far too often.

He didn’t see any cars in the small lot and knew that Elain parked in the back, but it didn’t stop him from pulling crookedly into the first spot he reached and rushing inside. Azriel hurried straight to Elain’s office and found her sitting at her desk, a forkful of salad in her mouth. Her eyes were wide in surprise, a bit of green hanging between her lips.

“Are you okay?” Azriel asked, breathless.

Elain’s eyebrows raised and she covered her mouth as she chewed, her other hand instinctively covering her stomach. “Yes? I mean, I think so,” she said, once she had chewed and swallowed her lunch. “What are you doing here, baby?”

Azriel glanced over his shoulder and saw that no one was in the shop. He hurried back to the door, flipping the open sign to closed, and locked the door.

“What are you doing?” She asked, voice slightly panicked as she left the back office.

He didn’t answer, just walked towards her and rested his hands on her hips, one of his thumbs gently brushing over her belly. “We need to talk.”

Elain blinked, staring at him as if he had gone mad. “Okay…”

“There was a woman in here today,” he began, trying to slow his words, realizing how panicked he sounded. “Blonde, tall-.”

“What, the model?” she asked.

So they had a conversation, Azriel thought, as he closed his eyes and sighed. “Yes. She’s… She’s my ex, El. She’s here from New York, and I don’t know why.”

Elain continued to stare at him for a minute, trying to register his confession. “What?”

“She’s my ex. The…one I had been with, after you.” His words were soft, ashamed. “She…texted me last night, saying she was in town.”

Elain was blinking, shaking her head, trying to process what he was telling her. “How do you even—. She said she was here to—.” Her eyes widened and she smacked him in the chest. “Oh, my god, those pictures were for you!”

He raised his hands in surrender, but could tell she wasn’t angry with him, thank the Cauldron, just taken off guard. “Apparently, so. But I didn’t ask for them.” He took her hands in his, turning her wedding band over as he spoke. “This is what I said I wanted to talk about earlier.”

Elain’s eyes slipped closed and she nodded, recalling his text from that morning. Reopening her eyes, she said, “I understand why you wanted to have this talk in person now.”

He smiled, but she could tell he was worried. “And until Donovan was in bed.”

She nodded and wrapped her arms around him. “Why didn’t you tell me last night?”

Azriel looked away from her, at the floor, at his shoes. At first, he didn’t know what to say. There was no real excuse, no real reason to keep something from his wife. “I was ashamed. Embarrassed. Lainy, the years we spent apart… I’m not proud of them, you know? A lot went on, and I hate it all. Unfortunately, Ianthe was a part of that time we spent apart, and now it’s coming back to haunt me.”

Elain nodded, although she nibbled on her lip.

“You’re thinking of something,” he whispered. “What are you thinking?”

“That my husband has some creepish girl that’s in love with him following him around,” she whispered, her words rushed. “And… I don’t know. She’s here. Around you. Me. Our son, our family, Azriel.”

“I know,” he said, shaking his head. “She won’t hurt us though, okay? She’s harmless.”

“Is that why you hurried here once you found out she came to the shop?” Elain asked, exasperated. He could see the fear in her eyes, how shaken this had her.

He was still shaking his head, but he dropped his forehead to hers. “I rushed here because I fucked up in not telling you last night and she’s manipulative enough to say something.”

Elain scoffed and said, “She’s got some pretty big balls if she came in here and had your wife take pictures to send to you.”

Azriel chuckled and said, “You’re right. But just—.” He sighed. “Promise me you’ll be careful, okay? Keep an eye on your surroundings.” As her eyes widened, he added, “I don’t think she would do anything, but I’m going to worry until she leaves town. I can keep Novan with me, I can keep an eye on him. But you two,” his eyes softened as he gently caressed her belly. “I can’t always be with you. And I need both of you safe.”

Elain’s eyes lined with silver and she said, “I love you. It doesn’t matter that she’s here. What matters is that we have each other.”

“Exactly,” he breathed, leaning down to kiss her softly. He leaned back and gazed down at her. “Gods, you’re beautiful. Didn’t you say there was something you needed to talk to me about, too?”

Elain was beaming up at him, but she blinked, registering what he’d said. “Yes, sorry. You distracted me and made me cry.”

With a chuckle, Azriel kissed her forehead and walked them back to her office. He sat down in her chair, and pulled her into his lap. “Here, eat and talk. I’m not turning that sign back around until you’ve eaten and are full.”

With an eyebrow raised, Elain asked, “Of your cock?”

Azriel choked on air and when he glanced at her, he found her cheeks red. “I know what’s on your mind today. I’ll remember that later,” he said, squeezing her ass softly. “Now what were you going to talk to me about?”

Elain could feel how hard he’d become, but she did as she was told and resumed her lunch. Before taking a bite, she said, “I’m going back to see Yrene tomorrow at nine.”

Azriel tensed. “Why?”

Elain shrugged. “Just another ultrasound.”

Azriel nodded. “Should I go with you?”

“You can, if you want,” she said, softly. “But, it’s just to be sure…”

There was a moment of silence before Azriel asked, “Sure of?”

“To be sure of how many babies are in here,” Elain said, quietly, holding onto her stomach.

Azriel stared at her, blinking. “You really think it’s twins? I thought you were joking.”

“I feel like I’m so much bigger than I should be, Az,” she breathed. “I’m not saying it’s for sure, but… It’s a possibility.”

Azriel took a deep breath and nodded. “And, if it is twins?”

Elain looked up at him. “If it is?”

Azriel laughed, quietly. “Elain, any child I can have with you is a blessing,” he whispered. “One baby, two, three… I just want to grow our family.”

Elain’s eyes were tearing up. “Three though? That’s a little much.”

Azriel chuckled. “I’m just saying… However many babies are in there, Lainy, I’m going to be so grateful.” She started to cry again, but ate her salad, and Azriel laughed. He kissed her shoulder and said, “I love you, you emotional, basket case.”

She stabbed another bite and muttered, “I love you, too.”

* * * * * *

The scene was so sweet, that even from the coffee shop in the square, Ianthe could see the couple lovingly embrace, and her pale eyebrow arched.

She hadn’t lied earlier, Azriel’s wife was very pretty. She was also very much pregnant. She hadn’t expected that. But she hadn’t thought that Azriel was serious when he’d said he’d had a son, until she took to social media and discovered she was blocked on every platform she had. After creating bogus account after bogus account, he finally accepted one of her follow requests and she came face to face with a picture of a little boy, who was the spitting image of him all over his personal Instagram, his Facebook, everything.

So he apparently had another on the way, it changed nothing. She came here for one reason and that was to bring Azriel back home. Clearly, he had no issue leaving who ever this Elain was while she was pregnant once before. She’d just have to convince him to do it again. Her lips curved upwards slightly as she took a drink from the white mug.

Azriel kissed his wife, softly, as they snuggled into his chair as she sipped her coffee.

He had confessed to her years ago that marriage meant little to nothing to him. In fact, he had proven his devotion to Ianthe over and over again throughout the years. Late at night, early in the morning, between shoots. They had seen each other naked too many times throughout the years for him to just disappear without a trace, saying he was married with kids.

It was bullshit.

Where did this woman even come from? Azriel had said very little about his past through the years, about the women he had dated before. All she knew was that he hadn’t seen anyone, at least not seriously, throughout the time she’d known him. Then, he comes home for a funeral, is gone for hardly any time at all, and comes back to New York, rejects her, and has a wife, a kid, and another on the way?

Something didn’t seem right.

She had come here for a job, that much was true. The modeling shoot had lasted less than a day and when the agency asked when to book her flight back, she told them she’d pay for her own flight, as she didn’t intend to return yet.

Because she wouldn’t be returning alone.

#lost time #snacmc #snelbz tacmc collab #elriel lost time #elriel #acotar #acomaf #acowar #acofas #acosf #feysand #nessian

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Seeking Literate and Dedicated Partners!

Disclaimer: Male authors, please stop contacting me. I’ve been burned too many times. If you persist, I’ll ignore your message. Hello, you can call me Doe! I’m 25+ and a proud cat mom. I write multiple paragraphs/novella style (200-500+ words). I love to write detailed descriptions and delve into a character’s head/emotions as well as surroundings. I compare it to writing a novel together. I understand if the scene doesn’t have alot going on and therefore requires less like rapid fire. I adore having long, thoughtful replies where we truly immerse ourselves in the world. I’m hoping to find a partner whose as enthusiastic and passionate about the plot and writing as I am. When I get invested in a story, it’s 100% dedication. Getting a reply is the highlight of my day. I’m a big fan of romance and using face claims. I’m the type to make pinterest boards, spam you with gifs, headcanons, and send you songs that remind me of our characters and/or ship. I’ll get excited if we come up with future plot ideas, or if our characters are being cute or angsty and I can yell about it in the chat. Last but not least I only do MxF (with myself in the female role) and don’t double, but I’m more than happy to write side characters of either gender to help move the story along. I’d highly prefer female authors writing male characters. Desperately Searching For - 21+ partners - For you to have an excellent grasp of grammar, punctuation, spelling, and capitalization. Both in character and out of character. (Literate to advanced writers only, please. I’m not looking for newbies or those who have English as their second/third language). - Plot before smut. While mature themes will be in my plots, and are even encouraged, there needs to be chemistry between our characters. I like to have a good mix of plot and tastefully written smut, along with doses of angst and fluff. - For you to write as an older man (40s+/50s+). I’m a sucker for the gruff and tough men with dark pasts who secretly have a soft heart. I also love those grumpy, hypermasculine men being intimidated by soft yet commanding women. The youngest I write is early 20s. - The more description, the better! I’m looking for someone who can write as much as me (2 to 4 paragraphs or more) and really bring the story to life. I lose interest/feel discouraged if I only get one sentence in reply while trying to build the plot/develop characters. - Joining me in the wonderful world of ship/character development is kind of a must. It’s one of the things that makes writing with a partner so much fun. I also like to make friends with my partners! - While I’d prefer real life face claims, I’d also be open to using realistic art if you’re uncomfortable with real life. I draw the line at anime/cartoon art. Faces I’d love to write as: gal gadot, rooney mara, ruth negga, saoirse ronan, sophie turner, jessica chastain, jennifer morrison, mia wasikowska, natalia dyer, brit marling, deborah ann woll, mackenzie davis, emmy rossum, adria adjora, chyler leigh, hayley bennet, tashi rodriguez, lily james, cara delevingne, maya hawke, claire foy, ask about others Faces I’d love to write against: jeffery dean morgan, hugh jackman, robert taylor, jr bourne, anson mount, jon bernthal, jason issacs, anthony varrecchiah, jon hamm, brett tucker, david harbour, frank grillo, iain glen, josh duhamel, patrick petitjean, keanu reeves, luke bracey, ethan hawke, christian bale, rory mccann, younger sam elliot, viggo mortensen, ask about others If you’ve made it this far, thank you! You won’t be disappointed in writing with me. I tend to be online daily and while I’d like it if you were too, I understand that real life things comes first. Please let me know if you’re going to be inactive, I’m in this for the long term. If you suddenly stop replying ic and ooc, I’ll drop the story after 2 weeks to a month. Below are genres and pairings I love. Feel free to combine as many as you’d like and I’m sure we can come up with something great! Current cravings are in bold. Two thing I don’t do are slice of life and historical plots. Genres: - anything mafia related - crimes in remote locations - spooky small towns - post apocalyptic/dystopia - supernatural/modern fantasy (A/B/O, werewolves, shapeshifters, monster x hunter) - southern/mid western gothic - murder mystery (small town or big city) - modern/dark fairy tale retellings - sci-fi - cyberpunk/retro-futuristic - little coastal towns or little towns in the mountains - emotionally charged/dark and gritty - superpowers/gifted - unresolved sexual tension/slow burn - mythology (modern / hades x persephone) - redemption - pacific northwest - suburban gothic - luring to the other side - reincarnation/multiple universes - western inspired + modern day (such as longmire) - christmas inspired - culture clash/two characters from different sides Pairings: - age gaps (older man x younger woman / 15 to 25+ year gap) - enemies to lovers/villain x heroine - cop x criminal - doctor x patient - friends turned lovers/pining - grumpy x sunshine - the broken man x the woman that becomes his light - fbi agents/cop partners - dark hearted man melting for the innocent woman - friend x best friend’s older sibling - boss x employee - neighbors - single father x friend - firefighter/cop x victim - mentor x mentee - hurt/comfort - height differences - pet names (sweetheart, baby girl, kid, kiddo) - lady and the tramp esque/class difference - creature x human/creature - ex-con x anyone - bodyguard x assignment - widow/er falling in love again - biker x civilian - rancher/mountain man x city girl - affair - hitman x target - serial killer x fbi agent - soul mates - experienced x inexperienced - local x vacationer - injured/scarred warrior washed out from their former glory x royal/heir-to-be - friend x best friend/boyfriend’s father - daughter in law x father in law - park ranger x camper - bounty hunter x bounty - power imbalances Tropes/Themes: the papa wolf/hot dads, cultured badass, jerk with a heart of gold. ladykiller in love, mountain man, mysterious protector, southern gentleman, tall, dark, and handsome, knight in sour armor, red string of fate, villain takes an interest, porcelain to ivory to steel, when person a gets injured/kidnapped and person b goes absolutely feral to save them tiny women and big men, the monster being treated gently for the first time in his life, two characters forced into positions where they have no choice but to reconcile their differences and grow together/trust each other, forbidden relationships, trying to escape childhood demons & reuniting in adulthood Fandoms: (I don’t write canons or do canon x oc) Star Wars, X Files, Haven, Fringe, Stranger Things, Heroes, The Wolf Among Us, Mercy Thompson Series, True Blood, Marvel, The OA, Disney personified, His Dark Materials, Beastars, Horizon Zero Dawn, The Last of Us (I’ve been dying to write against Joel) Plot Ideas: I have too many to list here but take a look at my google doc and let me know if anything catches your attention. It’s a mix of fandom inspired and original plots: Plot Ideas Last but not least, I have a list of kinks if anyone’s interested. I use email and discord to write. I’d also be open to joining a jcink site! Contact me at Doe#3347 on discord or by email: [email protected] Please be detailed when you message me, let me know why you chose to contact me. Seeing only “hey do you wanna rp?” is a guaranteed way to turn me off. Look forward to hearing from you!

#twenty-five and over #mercy thompson #mercy thompson roleplay #mercy thompson rp #true blood #true blood roleplay #true blood rp #submission

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Hamanda week [Day 5: Sleepy]

@hamanda-week

Sorry this one isn’t super long. I promise you that the next couple are way longer than this one!

Read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25257931/chapters/61480387

The night was stormy and the winds were howling.

The green team dorm was quieter and emptier than usual. The only people in the room were Amanda and Hannah.

Tonight, Amanda had decided to surprise her girlfriend with a movie night. She had gotten Akko to organize a sleepover in her dorm so the two of them could have some privacy. She also made sure to charge her smuggled-in laptop so they could watch the movie.

The movie of choice? The Breakfast Club, one of their favourites.

After giving Hannah a pleasant surprise with her mini in-dorm cinema setup, Amanda grabbed a warm blanket from the cupboard and the two of them snuggled up and proceeded to watch the movie while they both sat down beside one another on Amanda’s bed.

The two of them chuckled and chatted as they watched through the memorable scenes of the film on Amanda’s bottom bunk,

“Wow, I never knew they made a genderbent version of you, Amanda,”

“Really?” the confused redhead replied.

“You know, whenever Bender is on screen, I can’t help but think of you” Hannah grinned as she took notice of the on-screen character’s similarities to her girlfriend.

Amanda yawned as she gave a light chuckle. She was getting sleepy but didn’t want to disappoint Hannah by falling asleep whilst they were watching.

“And what makes you think that?” she responded with a cocky smile.

Hannah looked at Amanda gave a knowing smirk. “Well, you’re a cocky delinquent who is chaotic, reckless, and would most certainly yell ‘I wanna be an airborne ranger’ through the halls but manages to charm the princess that was once irritated by them at the end.”

Amanda gave a dopey and sleepy smile as she snuggled closer to her girlfriend while putting her own hands through her soft auburn hair. She was pretty close to dosing off at this point.

“Heh, Does that make you Claire?” She managed to mumble.

Hannah smiled and answered. “I guess it does.”

Amanda simply just cracked another dopey and sleepy grin and rolled over so she was comfortably lying down.

Hannah was also barely awake at this point and though the movie would soon be finished, she still decided to turn Amanda’s laptop off, move it to side, and proceeded to cuddle with the sleepy redhead. She then pulled the blankets closer to their bodies rather than just having it cover their legs.

Hannah gave a yawn and gave Amanda a little good night kiss. These sorts of moments were rare, seeing Amanda be so energy-deprived and cuddly instead of her usual chaotic and energetic state.

She then proceeded to roll over and squished up next to the taller witch as they both laid there, snug and sleepy. Hannah smiled and shut her eyes as she started to fall asleep.

Though they didn’t finish their movie, falling asleep next to each other was the perfect ending and it couldn’t get any better than that.

#hamandaweek2020 #hamanda

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Hello there! Thank you for choosing to follow my blog I only have a few rules that I wish you to follow:

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If we have an issue I ask that you be respectful and speak to me about it in PMS or unfollow me if you're childish.

I use big gifs/icons, resized icons, gif icons, and gif hunts or nothing at all based on the convenience and how I'm feeling at the moment. ( Blacklist: CW: large image ).

If you need anything tagged let me know okay? I will always tag flashing images, gore, bugs, drugs, guns, etc.

Lastly, I have dyslexia and ADHD so if I miss a cue in the writing or my reply has some grammatical errors be nice! I'm sensitive, thank you lol.

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Icon credits: @tutorgirlcommissions, find out exactly who it is on my ( credits page ), and please commission them! They're lovely.

You can find a WIP collection of my muses below the cut:

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Briana Madison ( Werewolf OC )

Beatrice Lafoux ( Vampire OC )

James Barlowe ( Vampire OC )

Spencer McClaren ( Fandomless OC )

Claire St James ( Future OC )

Sylvie Nightbloom ( Human Fantasy OC )

Vanya Ulafiel ( Fantasy OC )

Ruth Rutledge ( Stranger Things OC )

Eight ( Stranger Things OC )

Cordelia Robinson ( Space Ranger OC )

Grace Scott ( One tree hill OC )

Miles Gardner ( Virgin river OC )

Seamus Graham ( Fandomless )

Diego Garcia ( Fandomless )

Jackson Harrington ( Stranger things OC )

Aniyah Stokes ( Outer Banks OC )

Charles Foreman ( Stranger Things OC )

Theodore Blight ( Fairy OC )

Annabelle Honeywell ( Human OC )

Mike Yeun ( Fandomless OC )

mythology

Persephone

Hercules

Freya

Thor

Hades

the witcher

Geralt Of Rivia

Princess Ciri

it series

Beverly Marsh

Eddie Kaspbrak

arcane

Echo

she-ra

Adora

Catra

marvel cinematic universe

Tony Stark

Peter B Parker ( OC )

Stephan Strange

Frank Castle

Jessica Jones

Peter Parker

Kate Bishop

Carol Danvers

dc cinematic universe

Bruce Wayne

Diana Prince

Barbara Gordon

Selina Kyle

Pamela Isley

Lena Luthor

Kara Danvers

disney

Maya Hart

Cassandra

Queen Elsa

Tinker Bell

Fawn

Miguel Rivera

Judy Hopps

Helen Parr

twilight

Bella Swan

Edward Cullen

Charlie Swan

Jacob Black

Emmett Cullen

Bree Tanner

uncharted

Nathan Drake

Nadine Ross

Cassie Drake

the last of us

Joel Miller

Dina Fonseca

Abby Anderson

Lev

Jesse

life is strange

Max Caulfield

Dana Ward

Chloe Price

Warren graham

Alex Chen

Sean Diaz

red dead redemption

Sadie Adler

Arthur Morgan

Mary-Beth Gaskill

Karen Jones

to all the boys

Peter Kavinsky

Lara Jean Covey

stranger things

Steve Harrington

Eleven Hopper

Will Byers

Jonathan Byers

Dustin Henderson

Max Mayfield

Robin Buckley

Eddie Munson

Eden Bingham

teen wolf

Stiles Stilinski

Derek Hale

supernatural

John Winchester

Dean Winchester

Meg Masters

Jo Harvelle

Lucifer

Lilith

the vampire diaries

Josie Saltzman

Elijah Mikaelson

Klaus Mikaelson

Hayley Marshall

Jackson Kenner

Landon Kirby

Lizzie Saltzman

the walking dead

Negan

Rick Grimes

Glenn Rhee

Beth Greene

scream

Stu Machar

Emma Duval

Tatum Riley

the office

Michael Scott

Jim Halpert

Kelly Kapoor

Pam Beesly

Brooklyn 99

Jake Peralta

Rosa Diaz

one tree hill

Peyton Sawyer

Nathan Scott

Haley James

Karen Roe

outer banks

Rafe Cameron

Sarah Cameron

JJ Maybank

Topper Thornton

the bear

Carmy Berzatto

virgin river

Jack Sheridan

Lizzie

high school musical

Troy Bolton

Rickey Bowen

Gabriella Montez

#( dossier. )#that new new

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photos-car · 9 months

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🇯🇵 🇯🇵 🇯🇵 Toyota Tacoma 2024 - Un Tacoma pour tout le monde

Le design du nouveau Tacoma 2024 met l'accent sur sa robustesse et son attitude athlétique.

Après des années d'attente et de multiples teasers, le Toyota Tacoma 2024 a été officiellement dévoilé. La 4e génération a été entièrement repensée, des moteurs aux différentes versions disponibles. En conséquence, le moteur V6 n'est plus une option et a été remplacé par 2 options de moteur à quatre cylindres, dont l'une comprend un système hybride. Galerie - Tacoma 2024

Toyota utilise un moteur 4 cylindres turbocompressé de 2,4 litres dans tous les modèles Tacoma 2024. Le moteur peut générer 278 chevaux et 317 lb-pi de couple lorsqu'il se jumele à la nouvelle transmission automatique à 8 rapports. Cette configuration permet au véhicule de remorquer jusqu'à 6 499 livres (2 948 kilogrammes). La semaine dernière, un teaser clair impliquait que le Tacoma 2024 aurait une transmission manuelle, et c'est le cas. Le moteur 4 cylindres turbocompressé de 2,4 L peut également se voir jumelé à une boîte manuelle à 6 rapports dotée d'un système de correspondance de régime automatique. Avec cette transmission, le moteur perd de la puissance et du couple, plus précisément jusqu'à 270 chevaux et 310 lb-pi. Au Canada, tous les modèles Tacoma 2024 se verrons livrés avec 4 roues motrices, peu importe le moteur ou la transmission choisie. Un système hybride Une nouvelle option de moteur puissante appelée i-FORCE MAX sera disponible pour le Toyota Tacoma 2024. Ce système hybride combine un moteur 4 cylindres turbocompressé de 2,4 litres à un moteur électrique qui fournit 48 chevaux et 184 livres-pied de couple. Le système utilise une transmission automatique à 8 rapports et a une puissance totale de 326 chevaux et 465 livres-pied de couple, soit 48 chevaux et 200 livres-pied de plus que le moteur V6 actuel. Le Tacoma sera également disponible en plusieurs longueurs. En utilisant la plate-forme Toyota TNGA-F, le Tacoma 2024 sera globalement plus solide, selon le constructeur. Le véhicule fabriqué en acier solide et d'aluminium léger. Selon Toyota, cela rendra cette génération de Tacoma plus robuste que la précédente. La plate-forme permet également l'option d'un lit de 5 ou 6 pieds, ce qui le distingue de ses concurrents. Les Ford Ranger 2024 et Chevrolet Colorado, qui n'offrent qu'un lit de 5 pieds. Un camion Toyota Tacoma a de nombreuses versions à choisir. Vous avez le choix entre deux types de cabines avec un lit de 5 ou 6 pieds. La Double Cab a quatre portes et la nouvelle XtraCab a deux portes avec un rangement astucieux derrière les deux sièges avant. Le XtraCab, disponible sur les modèles SR, SR5 et TRD PreRunner, est tout au sujet de l'utilité maximale. Livré avec des sièges pour deux personnes, un rangement fonctionnel dans la cabine arrière et un lit de 6 pieds. Ce type de camion n'a pas de portes arrière ni de siège arrière. Il fait bon usage de sa cabine avec des options de stockage supplémentaires. Le rangement verrouillable sur le plancher arrière est utile pour ranger de petits sacs, des boîtes à outils ou une boîte de pêche. Le panneau de rangement verrouillable peut ranger des choses comme des pelles et des cannes à pêche. L'accès au rangement arrière est aisé grâce à un long siège conducteur coulissant avec fonction mémoire. De plus, le siège passager se replie à plat et peut être utilisé comme espace de travail et comprend un porte-bouteille d'eau. Différent modèles de Tacoma 2024 Le Tacoma est disponible en plusieurs modèles, notamment ! SR, SR5, TRD PreRunner, TRD Sport, TRD Off Road, Limited, TRD Pro et Trailhunter. Le TRD PreRunner est disponible dans la configuration XtraCab avec deux roues motrices uniquement. Il a une suspension avant surélevée, des pneus tout-terrain BFGoodrich plus gros et un différentiel arrière à verrouillage électronique. Le TRD Sport a un look et une sensation plus sportifs avec des roues TRD noires de 18 pouces ! des poignées de porte et des garde-boue de couleur assortie, une prise d'air sur le capot ! des écussons extérieurs noirs et des pédales en aluminium. Le TRD Off-Road a amélioré les performances avec de nouveaux amortisseurs monotubes Bilstein à réservoir distant pour une meilleure dissipation de la chaleur et un système de déconnexion de la barre stabilisatrice avant disponible. Plus de technologies Le Toyota Tacoma 2024 est sur le point de recevoir un lifting, avec des améliorations de sa technologie intérieure. Le modèle de base comprendra un écran d'infodivertissement de 8 pouces. Les conducteurs peuvent opter pour un écran multimédia plus grand de 14 pouces, de la même taille que celui du Toyota Tundra. Ce système prendra en charge Bluetooth, Apple CarPlay et Android Auto. Il offrira également une station de charge de téléphone sans fil en option. Tous les nouveaux modèles Tacoma se veront livrés en standard avec un système de démarrage à bouton-poussoir et une entrée sans clé. De plus, chaque Tacoma se verra livré de série avec Toyota Safety Sense 3.0. Il comprend des fonctionnalités de sécurité avancées telles qu'un système de détection de précollision ! un contrôle de voie, un régulateur de vitesse adaptatif et une technologie d'arrêt d'urgence du véhicule. Site officiel Toyota Quelques mots pour la qualifier: pick-up, robuste, hors route, durabilité, performance, confort, connectivité, innovation, sécurité, technologie. Conclusion Le Toyota Tacoma 2024 se distingue par sa conception robuste et ses performances hors route remarquables. Equipé de technologies innovantes, il offre une connectivité moderne et des fonctionnalités de sécurité avancées pour une conduite confortable et sécurisée. De plus, sa durabilité est très appréciée des amateurs de voitures tout-terrain. Read the full article

#Pickup #Tout-terrain #Toyota #Truck

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galar-ranger-magnus · 3 years

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Did Magnus get you yet? - D

>>Clair: I lived bitches

>>Magnus: I didn’t actually choke her. I just smacked her really really hard with pillow

>>Magnus: I’m allowing her to keep my password. So now she has to offer Ranger/Pokémon information and answer any other questions

#pokémon ranger #Ranger Clair #Magnus Replies #Ranger Clair Replies

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melinoe-writes · 4 years

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sincerely yours — chapter seven

Summary: Eisley Tusie was no stranger to Saturday detentions, but there was just something about that one Saturday that changed her.

Word Count: 1.3K

Warnings: mature themes, foul language, mentions of drugs

THE OTHER FOUR STUDENTS FOLLOWED EISLEY AND JOHN OUT OF THE LIBRARY TO GO TO JOHN'S LOCKER. John and Eisley took up the front. He had wrapped his arm around her shoulder and she wrapped her's around his waist, gripping his shirt in her fist. Just behind them was Claire, quiet at first. Next was Andrew and Brian, walking side by side. Brian was anxious, and Andrew looked as though he didn't care. Taking up the rear was Allison, silent as ever.

"How do you know where Vernon went?" Claire asked finally.

Bender didn't look at her, "I don't."

"Well, then, how do you know when he'll be back?"

"I don't," John said again. Then he turned his head to look at her over Eisley's head, "Being bad feels pretty good, huh?"

Behind them, Eisley heard Brian ask, "What's the point in going to Bender's locker?"

"Beats me," Andrew answered nonchalantly.

"This is so stupid," Brian continued anxiously, "Why are we risking getting caught?"

"I dunno," Andrew told him in the same tone as before.

"Then what are we doing?"

"You ask me one more question," Andrew said irritably, "and I'm beating the shit out of you."

Brian responded with a quiet, "Sorry."

When the group made it to John's locker, Eisley took a moment to observe the "artwork." It was juvenile, yes, but she expected no less from a high school student. In big letters, "FAG" was written in thick black ink. Even better was the inside. When John disconnected himself from Eisley and opened the door, a guillotine-like device was triggered and cut off the end of a dirty shoe that was at the bottom of the messy locker.

"Slob," Andrew sneered.

Without missing a beat, Bender replied, "My maid's on vacation." He reached into the top and grabbed a rolled up paper bag. From that bag, he pulled out another bag, and from that one, he pulled another. From the final bag, he pulled out a baggie of marijuana. A smile pulled at the edges of Eisley's lips as he stuffed everything else back into his locker and closed it.

Brian was gaping. "Drugs," he said in astonishment.

"Screw that, Bender, put it back!" Andrew demanded.

John ignored him, stuffing the baggie in his pocket and wrapping his arm around Eisley again, walking away. Eisley chuckled, hearing some commotion still occurring behind them. "You broke Brian," she said. He only shrugged, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Claire was at their heels, and eventually the rest followed with Allison at the rear again. "We'll cross through the lab, and then we'll double back," Bender told them.

"You better be right," Andrew said, "If Vernon cuts us off it's your fault, asshole!"

"Shit," Eisley suddenly murmured loud enough for only John to hear, seeing Vernon down one of the hallways that branched off the one that they were in. Bender detangled himself from Eisley again and instead grabbed her hand to pull her in another direction. They took off, and the rest of their party followed.

After running through a few more halls, having narrowly missed Vernon a few more times, John stopped suddenly, making Eisley nearly run into him. "Wait," he said quickly, "Wait, hold it! Hold it! We have to go through the cafeteria!"

"No," Andrew said firmly, "the activities hall."

"Hey, man, you don't know what you're talking about!" John said.

"No, you don't know what you're talking about!" Andrew countered. "Now we're through listening to you, we're going this way!" He took off in the opposite direction and the others followed after him. Giving John's hand a squeeze, Eisley pulled him with her to follow their peers.

They all ran, only to be stopped shortly by a closed iron gate covering another corridor. John let go of Eisley's hand and shook the gate in frustration. "Great idea, Jagoff!" Bender snapped.

"Fuck you!" Andrew retaliated.

"Fuck you!" Claire told him, "Why didn't you listen to John?"

Brian threw his hands up in the air, "We're dead!"

"No," John said, backing up, "Just me."

Eisley whirled around to look at him, eyes wide, "What?"

"What do you mean?" Brian asked.

"Get back to the library," Bender told the group, and then stuffed his marijuana in Brian's pants, "Keep your unit on this." Before he took off running, he put his hand on the back of Eisley's neck and pulled her to him, placing his lips on hers. The kiss was messy and lasted only a few seconds, but it effectively took her breath away. When he pulled away, he took off running down the hall, loudly singing, "I wanna be an airborne ranger..."

As Eisley was still in shock from the kiss, Claire grabbed her arm and pulled her along, and they eventually got back to the library and sat down in their seats. Eisley's leg shook anxiously, waiting for John to get back, and soon enough, the doors opened and Vernon shoved John in. "Get your stuff," Vernon demanded angrily, "Let's go!" Turning the the rest of the students in the library as John simply took a seat at his table, Vernon said, "Mister Wiseguy here has taken it upon himself to go to the gymnasium. I'm sorry to inform you, you're going to be without his services for the rest of the day."

John, who had seated himself back in his regular seat, said, "B-O-O H-O-O!"

"Everything's a big joke, huh Bender?" Vernon seethed. "The false alarm you pulled Friday, false alarms are really funny aren't they? What if your home... what if your family," Vernon paused, trying to find the right words. "What if your dope was on fire?"

John's face didn't give away any of his emotions as he said, "Impossible, sir. It's in Johnson's underwear." Brian's eyes widened.

Andrew laughed quietly.

"You think he's funny?" Vernon asked, looking heatedly at the jock. "You think this is cute? You think he's bitchin', is that it? Let me tell you something. Look at him," he turned back to Bender, "he's a bum. You want to see something funny? You go visit John Bender in five years! You'll see how God damned funny he is!" He was suddenly right next to John, "What's the matter, John? You going to cry? Let's go."

Vernon grabbed John's arm, but the boy threw his hand off of him, standing quickly, "Hey, keep your fucking hands off me! I expect better manners from you, Dick!" While he was walking, he shot Eisley a look that she had seen in previous detentions, and he stopped by Andrew to place his sunglasses on his desk, explaining, "For better hallway vision." On the way out, John shoved things from the counter into the floor behind the desks. The door slammed behind him.

"Hey, Vernon," Eisley said loudly, catching the older man's attention before he could follow Bender out. "Maybe if you weren't such a fucking narrow-minded asshole that makes this shitstorm of a school even more chaotic, shit like this wouldn't happen. I can't believe you have the audacity to call yourself an educator. It's just insulting." Allison giggled quietly at how calm Eisley had sounded.

"That's another month for you, missy," Vernon snapped.

Eisley's nose turned up in disgust, "You really don't have anything better to do on your Saturdays? I knew you were a sad prick, but..." she trailed off, looking away to try and hide the growing smirk on her face.

"Another Saturday," Vernon replied, and promptly took his leave.

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10 miles (Jamie x Claire ANGST FEST Modern AU)

Rating: General Audiences (but SAD. ANGST. REAL SAD.)