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svt-rosalie · 6 months

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. . . ♡ OUTSIDE ! ? 🧁 RELATIONS ★ ﾟ๑

ׁ ׅ ୨ ❪ relationships! ❫ ୧ ⊹ ࣪

˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ POPULARITY — 100%

˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ SHIP NAME — yerim + jihye ❪ 2YE ❫

˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ DESCRIPTION — yeri and jihye are the two bestfriends that found each other in every lifetime. they both debuted the same year only 2 months in between the other, and it was the best thing to happen for them.

to be honest they both felt a sense of security in each other when they first met. one had just debuted that’s been a group for a year now and one just debuted in a male dominated group, both receiving extreme backlash. despite that, the two have a lot in common and enjoy the same things. they got along extremely well and snuck each other over to the others dorm for secret sleepovers. they went to school together and we’re always attached to the hip in the halls. jihye would ask junhui to pack extra snacks in her lunch so she could share them with her new best friend at school — even going as far as asking her parents for extra pocket money so she can take her new friend out to eat!

they’ve stuck with each other through thick and thin and have always supported everything the other does. yeri will post about jihye’s comebacks with seventeen and jihye will do a cover of red velvet’s. 8 years of a friendship that will never end not even if the world does.

˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ POPULARITY — 81%

˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ SHIP NAME — yoongi + jihye ❪ YOOJI ❫

˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ DESCRIPTION — jihye has been an army since they debuted in 2013, she has all the original printed albums and even has two signed by the boys themselves from two fan meets she was able to attend! at that time jihye had expressed her concerns about being a trainee at pledis and debuting to the freshly debuted suga and their interactions had stuck with him.

it was an (emotional) surprise for yoongi when jihye debuted at the age of fifteen just a month after the release of bts’s comeback ‘i need u’. when they saw each other again the first thing jihye did was hug the older boy and say “look oppa! i did it, i finally debuted — sorry for not telling you!”.

jihye has always looked up to yoongi as an older brother she never got to have. for yoongi, jihye was like a breath of fresh air and he loves having her in his, she’s the little sister he always wanted to be a big brother to. he’s the one she babbles to about boys and girls she finds cute that week, he’s the one she calls when she can’t sleep and knows he’s probably awake too, he’s the one that has a spare key to her apartment just incase, ya know?

˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ POPULARITY — 87%

˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ SHIP NAME — yunjin + jihye ❪ JIYUN ❫

˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ DESCRIPTION — jihye is like an older sister that you just love having around and always wanting to do everything with them. though they do tease each other 24/7 but we just won’t mind that.

they became close friends whilst yunjin was a trainee and when she appeared on produce 101 where jihye was a vocal mentor! not a lot of it was seen on screen as to not put either of the girls in a bad light of playing “favorites” whilst yunjin was on the show but jihye always cheered yunjin silently and behind the scenes of everything she did.

when yunjin was discouraged after working so hard and not feeling like it was her best, jihye would take her out for a meal and give her the best words of encouragement she could give to yunjin at the time. when yunjin debuted, jihye was right telling carats to support her younger sister’s debut and cheer her on — even telling them to vote her group during live performances saying she deserves a win after working so hard ( we love such a supportive older sister ).

˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ POPULARITY — 70%

˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ SHIP NAME — minjeong + jihye ❪ JIJEONG ❫

˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ DESCRIPTION — winter came into jihye’s life when jihye was going through a very rough time mentally. jihye was usually always in and out of the SM building as she was friends with many of the artist there including yeri of red velvet, haechan, jaehyun, and jungwoo of nct, and also minho of shinee.

on the specific day the two met, winter accidentally bumped into the girl when she was having an emotion moment in one of the SM bathrooms before she was leaving. winter gave just the right amount of comfort and the right amount of love to jihye that, jihye just stuck to her like glue. they are each others support system when things get tough and don’t know where to look.

you’ll see a lot of the time they are on facetime with each other 24/7 — doesn’t matter what they are doing, rosalie could be asleep and winter does not hang up because that’s her little baby rosie what would she think if she woke up and winter wasn’t on the phone still? it make a very upset rosebud. like i said before they are stuck like glue and can’t detach themselves from the other. ever.

˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ POPULARITY — 82%

˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ SHIP NAME — donghyuck + jihye ❪ JIHYUCK ❫

˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ DESCRIPTION — haechan forced his way into jihye’s life and you will hear her complaining. haechan was like a baby duck that saw jihye and decided “yes i will now follow you around forever mother duck”.

he was very much jealous when he found out that yeri of red velvet was close friends with jihye of seventeen and obviously knowing that one of his group members (cough jaemin cough) had a crush on the girl he just HAD to make her his friend, if not BEST friend. he’ll mention jihye any chance he gets “rosalie of seventeen and i are friends!” “no you aren’t?” “yes we are, i bet if i call her right now she’ll answer.” *rings rosalie and it goes to voicemail after 2 rings* “she’s just busy right now, she’s famous. . . ya know?” “just take the loss haechan.”

as you can see they have a very funny friend ship. jihye “acts” like she can’t stand haechan and haechan loves to be around and annoy jihye. it’s a very well balanced duo of i do say so myself. despite all that, they do support each other a lot and go out for lunches/dinners quite frequently and have random sleepovers with their 00’ liner friends whenever they can!

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mamawasatesttube · 6 months

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number 81 for the writing prompts: "It's cold, you should take my jacket."

(mostly cause I wanna see Tim wear Kon's leather jacket and Neither of them being normal about it but do what you want with it it's your fic <3)

“Here.”

Tim looks up as Kon waltzes back into the living room, two enticingly-steaming mugs in his hands. Hot spiced apple cider sounds absolutely divine right now—the blustery Kansas day outside is reaching its icy fingers into the farmhouse despite the fire blazing merrily in the hearth, and Tim has to admit, he maybe should’ve packed warmer for this trip.

Kon presses one of the mugs into his hands—the nicer one, Tim notes, without the chip in the rim—and Tim accepts it with a grateful hum. The warmth seeps into his palms immediately. “Thanks.”

“No problemo, Rob-lemo.” Kon plops down next to him on the couch, his TTK keeping his cider perfectly still in his mug as he makes himself comfortable. “It’s pretty chilly out today. Gonna be a good night to go skating—the pond down by the McAllister’s place is frozen over, and this time of year, they string up lights ‘n’ invite all the neighbors to come by in the evenings. Wanna go?”

Tim hums in consideration. “Could be fun, but just warning you, it’s been a hot minute since I did any skating, so I’m kinda rusty. And I didn’t bring any skates.” Mmm, the steam rising up from his cider smells amazing. “Did you make this?”

Kon’s eyebrows shoot towards the ceiling. Then he puffs out his cheeks in mock offense, folding his arms across his chest. “You don’t have to sound so surprised! I’m good in the kitchen.”

Yeah, Bart keeps calling him malewife material about it. Tim grins into his mug; it’s not his fault it’s so easy to ruffle Kon’s feathers, or that it’s so funny to do so. “I guess it is Ma’s recipe, so it’d be hard to make it bad.”

Kon politely waits for him to lower the mug from his mouth and then swats him on the back of the head. Tim does appreciate the pause, even as he ducks away, laughing. The cider tastes like apples and cinnamon and honey; warmth spreads through Tim’s chest.

“You’re rude,” Kon tells him. “Just for that, if you fall on your face when we go skating, I’m not helping you up. I’m just gonna laugh.”

“Oh, it’s a when we go skating now?” Tim quirks an eyebrow at him in turn. “I just said I didn’t bring any skates.”

“We can get you some, that’s no trouble,” Kon says, flapping a dismissive hand. Tim opens his mouth to ask where, exactly, in Smallville, can they get a pair of new ice skates in a matter of a couple of hours, but then closes it again when it hits him that even if there isn’t a big sporting goods shop in Smallville, geography isn’t really a concern to someone who can crisscross the entire globe in a matter of minutes.

“Yeah, okay, sure.” Tim lightly elbows him. “Don’t tell me you’re actually good at skating. I bet you just TTK your way through it.”

Kon elbows him back. “Yeah, right! I’m pretty decent, no powers required, actually. Been going plenty with Jon. He particularly loves this one roller dome in Metropolis that always has Super merch in the arcade claw games.”

Okay, Tim has to admit, he’s melting a little about that. Kon loves his little brother. The image of him taking Jon skating is really cute—he can just picture Jon wobbling along, holding Kon’s hand, and rambling about his day like he loves to do. He bites back a truly sappy smile; his toes curl instead, where they’re tucked under a cushion to stay warm.

“Lemme guess. The claw games are where you TTK it up.”

Kon snickers. “They’re rigged as hell, but the kid wants his misshapen Superman plushies, so obviously I gotta win ‘em for him.”

“Obviously,” Tim agrees. He curls his fingers around his mug a little tighter, soaking up its warmth; he’s got an actual winter coat for when they go out, but he really wishes he’d brought some thicker sweaters or hoodies for hanging around in the house itself. He’s used to the damp, creeping cold of Gotham; the blustery Kansas winters might be about the same temperature, but the wind out here blows right through him.

Kon shifts next to him, setting his cider down on a coaster on the coffee table. Tim glances up just in time to see him unzip and shrug out of his hoodie—it’s fleece-lined and light pink with a strawberry cow printed on the front breast pocket, very cute.

And then Kon leans over and wraps it around Tim’s shoulders. Tim’s face heats.

“It’s cold,” Kon explains. “Take my jacket. I don’t really need it that bad, anyway, so you may as well get some use out of it.”

It’s still warm from his body, and Tim lifts one hand from his mug to pull it more tightly around himself like a blanket. His nose brushes the collar when he turns his head a little. The jacket smells like Kon’s cologne.

…It’s the citrus-and-spice one Tim bought him last Christmas. He’s wearing the cologne Tim picked out for him last year, the one Tim definitely didn’t spend almost an hour agonizing over as he imagined tucking his face into Kon’s shoulder and inhaling this specific scent from his collarbone. He’s…

Tim’s face gets even hotter. Abruptly, he takes a gulp of hot cider, hiding in his mug. Kon’s jacket smells like him, and it’s warm, and it’s big and cozy and soft, and…

Kon is staring at him, Tim realizes belatedly. He didn’t notice because he was busy, uh, processing, but Kon’s looking at him like he’s…

Like he’s the last morsel of dessert on the table, and Kon has a ravenous craving for some sugar?

Tim swallows hard. Deliberately counts to eight on his next inhale and exhale. If he lets his heart rate pick up, Kon will definitely notice.

“Thanks,” he manages, finally. “That’s, uh. Yeah. That’s nice.”

“I’ll say,” Kon mutters. He drops his gaze, his cheeks a little pink, and then reaches over to ruffle Tim’s hair. “Bring warmer lounge clothes next time, dumbass. The farmhouse is kinda old. Gets drafty in here.”

“Yeah,” Tim says wryly. He shifts his weight, rearranging his legs so that instead of leaning on the armrest, he flops himself against Kon’s side, dropping his head to his shoulder for a moment. “I noticed.”

Kon leans his cheek against Tim’s hair. “At least you got me to keep you warm,” he sighs, slipping his arm around Tim’s shoulders. “What would you do without me, huh?”

Tim bites back the first response on the tip of his tongue (“Go into a huge depressive spiral?”) and goes for something a little less insane. “Freeze to death before you even get to laugh about me falling on my face at the McAllisters’ pond?”

Kon snorts. He’s comfortably warm against Tim’s side, and Tim snuggles a little closer, relishing his warmth. “Yeah, that sounds about right,” Kon agrees. “I hope I can get it on video.”

Tim just smiles to himself and raises his mug for another sip of cider. The honey and spices are heavenly on his tongue, but if he’s being entirely honest, he can think of something sweeter.

#answers #barbitchian #this ended up being less about the jacket than i intended but i AM thinking abt other reasons tim might end up wearing kon's jackets.#i just also think kon in a cute pastel pink strawberry cow hoodie is cute :)#timkon #rimi writes #its such an awkward length skdjhsdjk like this feels too short to bother putting on ao3 but so long for a tumblr ficlet. man #maybe i will expand timkon wintertime fluff (inspired vaguely by hallmark vibes) later into a real fic. idk!#tim #kon

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nicoline1998enilocin · 2 months

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Dreaming Of You

PAIRING | Husband!Dad!Robert Downey Jr. x Wife!Mom!Fem!Reader

WORD COUNT | 2.9K

SUMMARY | Life with your husband, Robert, and your three-month-old son, Joseph, has been nothing short of a dream, and you are grateful you get to live this life with him. When you find out you're having another baby after almost a year and a half later, you get a surprise of a lifetime, and the love between you and your husband only grows stronger because of it.

RATING | Explicit (E)

WARNINGS/TAGS | RPF, established relationship, age gap, use of nicknames (Gorgeous, Bubba), referenced pregnancy, breastfeeding.

SMUT | Dirty talk, hair pulling, praising, breeding kink, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), cream pie.

A/N | @ccbsrmsf1 gifted me this idea after she had a fantastic dream, and it is an honor to turn it into a full story for you! This idea kept melting my heart while at the same time making it beat faster with every passing second, and I am incredibly proud of the result. I hope you love it as much as I did when writing it, and I thank you so much for sharing this! I love you 3000 💙

A/N 2.0 | This one-shot is proofread by @late-to-the-party-81, for which I'm very grateful! Thank you for all your support on my blog and your feedback because it took this story to a whole different level! 💙

Banners: Yours truly | Divider: @firefly-graphics | GIF: @ccbsrmsf1

Main Masterlist | Robert Downey Jr. Masterlist

You have heard many stories about having a baby—many good, some not. However, despite all that, you've been living on a blue cloud since your little boy, Joseph, was born a just over three months ago. Ever since he came into your life, he has brightened every second, and seeing the expressions softening on your husband's face is priceless. Every time he steps through your front door, you can see him visibly relax at the sight of his precious son, which warms your heart.

Robert has been under quite a bit of stress lately due to his busier-than-normal work schedule, but he will always make time for you two, for which you'll always be grateful. Family has always been very important to Robert, and since your son was born, he's been trying to be home more and more, much to your delight.

Right now, you're sitting on the couch breastfeeding Joseph—or Joe, for short—while watching The Nightmare Before Christmas, one of your favorite movies to watch all year round. While Joe happily suckles away, you hear Robert's keys turn the lock on the front door, notifying you that your husband is home again.

"Daddy's home, Bubba. Are you excited to see him again?" you ask Joe. He smiles with your nipple still in his mouth, which makes your heart melt a little bit.

"Oh, look at the two of you! Are my two favorite people having fun on the couch together without me?!" Robert asks with faux surprise, and it makes you chuckle. You look at him with a love-filled look, and he gives one in return as he sits beside you.

Before you got pregnant, you two were already very close and very in love, but your love has only increased tenfold since the birth of your son. He leans in to give you a soft peck on your lips, and the small gesture makes you feel very loved.

"We are. He got hungry a little sooner than usual, so I figured I'd feed him now so he wouldn't have to wait too long. How was your day today?" you ask with a soft smile, but his soft expression gives way to one filled with worry.

"I have to go to New York for two weeks tomorrow. I tried to get out of it, but sadly, I cannot, for which I'm very sorry, Gorgeous," Robert sighs, his brows knitted together as he looks at you with a regret-filled expression.

"Hey, it's okay. Maybe we can join you in the second week. I have to finish my manuscript for my new book this week, but once I send it to my editor, I have all the time to visit you with him. I'm sure he wouldn't mind seeing his Daddy again either," you say as you reposition him slightly to be more comfortable.

"That would be amazing, Gorgeous, but only if you're sure. If you'd rather stay home-" is all he can say before you cut him off with another kiss. You can feel him melt a little into your gesture, his shoulders losing some of the tension he held onto this entire time.

"I'm sure, Robert. I want to be by your side, and I cannot stay away from you for too long; you should know that by now," you say with a mischievous twinkle in your eyes. He lets himself be comfortable by your side while looking at his son. He looks exactly like you, from the facial features to the hair and skin color, although you both suspect he will end up with Robert’s eye color. It's abundantly clear he combines your shared love, and Robert couldn't be happier.

"He's beautiful, isn't he?" you whisper, and Robert nods softly before letting his finger glide over Joe's cheek, feeling its softness against his skin. He already looked forward to coming home to you every day, but now that you have a baby, he definitely can’t stay away anymore.

"I love you both so much," Robert whispers in turn, and you give him a soft kiss on the top of his head. All three of you stay like that until Joe is done feeding; Robert takes him out of your arms to get burped and gives him a clean diaper. You decide to take a much-needed shower and take care of yourself for a bit.

"Thank you so much for taking over; I'll go take a shower and start dinner so you can have some much-needed baby time," you tell him, and Robert nods with a big smile. He wants to soak up every second he can now that his son is still small, especially since he's often gone due to his hectic schedule.

"I'd love nothing more, Gorgeous," he tells you, and you retreat to the shower for some personal time. Taking care of a baby and finishing your manuscript for your latest book is a challenge, and even though you love doing both with all your heart, you also know you wouldn't have been able to do it without his help.

When you walk down the stairs 30 minutes later, feeling refreshed and wearing a nice set of comfortable PJs—which consist of not much more than a pair of booty shorts and one of his shirts -Robert is sitting on the couch with his knees pulled up and Joe on his lap while playing peek-a-boo. Your heart skips a beat or two at the sight of your son's laughter.

As you listen to them bonding, you start on dinner, and it doesn't take long to finish cooking, seeing how you opted for a simple pasta dish today. As you do that, Joe is starting to get sleepy, so Robert decides to put him down for a nap.

"I'll be right back, Gorgeous. He just let out the biggest yawn I've ever seen him do, so I have a feeling he might benefit from a little nap. You were also feeding him early, so I think he's just being a sleepy little boy today," you look over at your husband and son, a warmth flooding through you at the sight and a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth.

"He didn't sleep much during his afternoon nap, so I am not surprised he's this sleepy already," you say, and Robert nods in understanding. Even though Joe usually sleeps like a champ, he's having an off day today and will benefit from having another nap now.

"Sleep well, Bubba," you whisper to Joe before giving a soft peck on his cheek, to which he gives a sleepy smile in return. While Robert puts him down for his nap, you finish dinner, and both finish eating soon after. The conversation flows naturally and is light, but it's the perfect way to destress for a little while.

"What do you think of having a cuddle session on the couch? He'll be out like a light for the foreseeable future, and I have missed you way too much today," Robert says as you put the last plate away after the dishes, his chest plastered against your back.

"Depends on the kind of cuddle session you're thinking of," you say as you turn in his hold, giving him a raised brow as you look up at him. He's quite a bit taller than you are, so you have to crane your neck a little, making Robert chuckle.

"I think you know exactly what kind I'm talking about, Gorgeous," Robert says, his voice dropping slightly as he does. He leads the two of you to the couch before sitting down and pulling you with him, and you cannot suppress a little shriek that comes out.

As he gets comfortable on the couch, you move to straddle his lap, and your mouths quickly find each other in a heated, passionate kiss. His fingers are digging into your hips as he grinds you over his growing erection, and soft whimpers are swallowed in your kisses.

"Missed you so fucking much, Gorgeous, you make me so happy, and I want another baby with you," he tells you, and your eyes go wide at his confession. Did he say what you think he did? You take a short moment to let it sink in, and your bottom lip is pulled between your teeth as you do so.

"I would love nothing more, Robert; I want at least three babies with you!" you tell him, and the smile on his face is indescribable. Lust quickly seems to take over his body as he pulls you closer, your hips grinding over his clothed member again while more soft whimpers escape, leaving you needing more, needing him.

"Robert, please," you say, and he knows exactly what you want. You scoot back far enough to free his cock; the tip flushed red as a bead of pre-cum is gathered at the slit. The veins running along have your mouth watering as you desire to run your tongue over them, and your pussy clenches around nothing.

Your shorts are pulled to the side quickly, allowing you to sink onto his cock as you take it inch by inch. Your walls envelop him completely and deliciously, making both of you moan in unison.

"You're so sexy when you sit on my cock, Gorgeous," he whispers with a lopsided grin as his fingers softly squeeze your hips, and you look into his deep, dark brown eyes when you bottom out. Your lip is pulled between your teeth to suppress a groan, being mindful that you won't wake up your sleeping son.

Once you've adjusted to his cock inside you, you lift yourself before bottoming out again, setting a slow pace for the two of you to enjoy while your fingers tangle into his hair, messing it up as you catch his mouth with yours in a slow, passionate kiss.

Robert's fingers are digging into the soft flesh of your hips to ground himself, not wanting to shoot his load right away. Even though you two had a lazy session of morning sex that very same day, you two will never get enough of each other, and this moment is evidence of just that.

"G-Gorgeous, please," Robert stammers out as his gaze locks onto yours, your eyes half-lidded as the pleasure courses through your body, his plea settling into the butterflies going wild in your body.

"Please, let me fuck a baby into you. You know I love it when you ride me, but for the love of God, let me fuck a baby into you," he begs, and the words are slowly sinking in as the pleasure builds rapidly.

As soon as you give him the go-ahead, your back hits the soft fabric of the couch, and your thighs spread of their own accord to welcome him back. Before he lines up with your entrance, he teases your clit a little with the tip of his cock, making your back arch as he does.

"That's it, Gorgeous, doin' so well for me right now. 'M gonna give you all the babies you want when you're this good for me," he says as he nuzzles into your neck, the scent of your apple-scented shower gel still lingering on your skin.

He stays still for a moment after bottoming out, reveling in the pleasure of your warm, tight pussy wrapped around his cock before he starts moving slowly, taking his time before sliding back in as if he's savoring every stroke of his cock inside you. It's as if he's committing every inch of you to memory.

"So tight, so perfect, Gorgeous. I'm so lucky you want to give me all your babies. Allowing me to stuff you full with my cum until it drips out and you're pregnant," he groans as he keeps thrusting in and out of you slowly, taking his sweet time as he makes love to you.

"You're so beautiful, and I truly got lucky when I met you," he says as he looks into your eyes, and you can see his love grow with every passing second. Your arms are slung loosely around his neck, your fingers softly gripping the hair on the nape of his neck as he speeds up his thrusts every so often, the pleasure in both your bodies building quickly.

"R-Robert, 'm close," you moan softly, and he lets you know he's close too, based on the soft groans tumbling from his lips. Your legs wrap around his hips to pull him even closer - his cock hitting your sweet spot with every thrust has your eyes rolling back as the pleasure comes to a high.

"M almost there, Gorgeous, I'm close too," he pants out as he picks up the pace even more, his moans muffled by your shoulder as he cums. You both fall over the edge at the same time, and Robert takes his time to ride out both your orgasms before slipping out and pulling you on top of him on the couch.

When Robert takes a deep breath before saying something, you can hear little Joe over the baby monitor, and with a satisfied smile, you look at your husband.

"You go get cleaned up, and I'll go take care of him, okay?" you say, and he nods. You climb off of him, readjusting your shorts and shirt while he gets off the couch, carefully tucking himself away before going to get himself cleaned up, too.

"You're the best wife and mother we could have asked for, you know that? And I cannot wait to add another baby to our family to make your dreams come true," he says as he cups your cheeks and leans in to capture your lips with a sweet, soft kiss. Another flood of warmth and love swoops through your stomach.

"I love you, Robert, and I cannot wait either!" you tell him as you walk to the nursery, leaving Robert with a content smile. You're lucky to have met him, and building a life with him is the cherry on top of it all.

It has been almost a year since you and Robert decided to try and conceive again, and it took about six months before you got a positive test result. A few weeks later, you discover your baby is healthy and growing rapidly. But today is the day you will find out the gender of the little Nugget growing in your belly.

"Everything is looking good,” the sonographer says. “Are you excited to find out-" she cuts off suddenly and turns completely silent, except for the whirring of machines. A sense of dread fills you, and you squeeze Robert's hand. As you look at the baby monitor, your brows knit together, trying to understand what the sonographer sees. Your heart feels like it's sinking through the floor.

"Is everything okay with the baby?" Robert is the first to speak up, and you can feel a lump forming in your throat. For a moment, you're afraid your worst nightmare is becoming reality, but the sonographers next words confirm that nothing could be further from the truth.

"Well, yes. Everything is okay with the baby, but we read the ultrasound wrong the last time because you are pregnant with twins!" she says before profusely apologizing. All this time, you were growing two babies, and one of them is quite a lot smaller, so they have been hiding. You were growing a 'secret twin' of sorts.

"Can you tell their gender?" you ask, the relief evident in your voice. Your eyes are again trained on the monitor when she tells you the fantastic news, a flutter of excitement going through your chest and stomach as the words slowly sink in.

"You'll be having two wonderful, identical baby girls!" she says, and a huge relief washes over you. With these words, every ounce of worry washes away, and you look at Robert with tears. Not only will you have two more babies with him, but to have two girls at once is truly the cherry on top.

"I can't believe we'll be having twins! And two little girls; I think Joe will be happy to have two baby sisters to play with when they're older," you tell your husband, who has a huge smile. He's thrilled now, and you're happily sitting on a large, pink cloud.

Life couldn't be more perfect if you'd tried. With Robert getting another major movie role, your new book being published in a few weeks, and two babies on the way, you're going to have a busy life, but one you're looking forward to more and more every day.

"This is better than I could have ever dreamed of, Gorgeous," Robert tells you as you walk out of the doctor's office, your fingers interlaced with his as you do. Your free hand rubs your round belly, and a smile is stretched wide on your face.

"It's everything I ever dreamed of and more. Life finally feels perfect with an amazing husband like you, a beautiful son, and two more miracles on the way. Like I am exactly where I am supposed to be," you tell him as you're standing outside the doctor's office, the rays of sun shining down on both of you.

"I almost forgot how sappy you get when you're pregnant, but by God, do I love it. I'm lucky to have an amazing wife like you," he says with a broad smile before leaning in and capturing your lips with his. The rest of your life starts here, and you're looking forward to the day you'll be bringing your daughters home because that will be the day your lifelong dream has officially come true.

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writers-in-moominvalley · 6 days

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The Length Of Almost Every Episode In The Moomin Comic Strip

The Moomin comic strip written and drawn by Tove Jansson, then written by Lars and drawn by Tove Jansson, then written and drawn by Lars Jansson, had a total of 73 distinct stories under its banner after a lifetime of 21 years, but how long are those individual stories, by strip number? If you want to find out, this post is for you!

Unfortunately unlike some Moomin fans I don't have every single story (especially the later ones) in my grubby little paws so I can't tell you the length of those, but if you happen to be one of those fans who do have those comics in their grubby little paws, please be a dear and tell me for how many strips those stories took to tell their truly wonderful stories of borderline illegal shenaniganary committed by the main characters, underbaked political commentary and benevolent racism (uhm. Just talking about Lars' writing choices there).

TOVE JANSSON/JANSSON COMICS

1. Moomin and the Brigands: 91

2. Moomin and Family Life: 68

3. Moomins on the Riviera: 85

4. Moomin's Desert Island: 74

5. Moomin Winter Follies: 82

6. Moominmamma's Maid: 82

7. Moomin Builds a House: 60

8. Moomin Begins a New Life: 62

9. Moomin Falls in Love: 51

10. Moomin Valley Turns Jungle: 65

11. Moomin and the Martians: 68

12. Moomin and the Sea: 101

13. Club Life in Moomin Valley: 61

14. Moomin Goes Wild West: 63

15. Snorkmaiden Goes Rococo: 52

16. The Conscientious Moomins: 81

17. Moomin and the Comet: 81

18. Moomin and the Golden Tail: 109

19. Moomin Winter: 97

20. Moomin Under Sail: 102

21. Fuddler's Courtship: 102

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Longest comic: Moomin and the Golden Tail (109 strips)

Shortest comic: Moomin Falls in Love (51 strips)

Total strip number: 1556 strips

Average length: ≈72 strips

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LARS JANSSON COMICS (published by Drawn & Quarterly)

1. Moomin's Lamp: 76

2. Moomin and the Railway: 79

3. Moominpappa and the Spies: 79

4. Moomin and the Circus: 80

5. Moomin the Colonist: 81

6. Moomin and the Scouts: 82

7. Moomin and the Farm: 80

8. Moomin and the Goldfields: 76

9. Moomin Family Robinson: 82

10. Artists in Moominvalley: 93

11. Sniff's Holiday Camp: 75

12. The Inspector's Nephew: 77

13. Damsel in Distress: 75

14. Fuddler and Married Life: 94

15. Sniff's Sports Shop: 75

16. Mymble's Diamond: 64

17. Moomin and the Vampire: 71

18. Moomin and the TV: 67

19. The Underdeveloped Moomins:95

20. Moomin and Aunt Jane: 96

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Longest comic: Moomin and Aunt Jane (96 strips)

Shortest comic: Mymble's Diamond (64 strips)

Total strip number: 1597 strips

Average length: ≈79 strips

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LARS JANSSON COMICS (NOT published by Drawn & Quarterly)

1. Moomin and the National Park: 76

2. Moomin and the Good Old Days: 80

3. Moomin's Pet: 94

4. Moomin the Private Eye: 89

5. Spring in Moomin Valley: 84

6. Moomin Rescues a Princess: 77

7. Moomin and Agent 008 ½: 95

8. Moomin Lives Dangerously: 89

9. Moomins in Torrellorca: 92

10. Snorkmaiden Crashes Society: 95

11. Moomins in Ancient Greece: 81

12. Sniff Goes Good: 84

13. Moomin the Journalist: 83

14. Moomin and the Orphans: 111

15. Sir Moomin: (Not Available Yet/NAY)

16. Horsey Moomin: (NAY)

17. Moomin and the Mermaid: (NAY)

18. Emancipated Moomins: 88

19. Moomin and the Radicals: (NAY)

20. Moomin Christmas: 85

21. Moomin in Ancient Egypt: (NAY)

22. Sniff Falls in Love: (NAY)

23. Moomin Engagement: 80

24. Moomin and the Flying Dutchman: (NAY)

25. Snorkmaiden the Seer: 94

26. Moomin and the Beach: (NAY)

27. Moomin Gets Rich: (NAY)

28. Moomin and the Guru: (NAY)

29. Moominpappa and Old Age: (NAY)

30. Moomins in Battle: 91

31. Moomin in Neander Valley: (NAY)

32. Moomin and the Ten Piggy Banks: (NAY)

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Longest comic: Moomin and the Orphans (111 strips)

Shortest comic: Moomin and the National Park (76 strips)

Total strip number: 1668 strips (excluding missing comics)

Average length: ≈88 strips

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TOTAL total strip number: 4821 strips (excluding missing strips)

Overall average length: ≈80 strips

#moominvalley #moomin #moomins #lightbulb moment #moomin comics #tove jansson #lars jansson

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bittercape · 4 months

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2023 fanfic roundup

perhaps the fact that I dreaded writing this roundup really says it all. because this year's stats:

81 fics

176,665 words

Completed projects:

Year of the OTP: 12 works, 30k

Year of Jason and Slade: 12 works, 28k

Whump-/monsterfuck-/winterhawkhoodtober: 31 works, 33k

Exchanges: I don't even know, so many

I've sorted chronologically by fandom, and listed my favourites at the start in case you're looking for a teaspoon rather than a whole bathtub.

author's favourites:

how to get ahead in Gotham

the DC/Discworld crossover someone actually asked for. I'm really happy with this one - it's one of the few fics I took my time with this year, and it's all the better for it. It's a murder mystery (sort of) with Vimes, Sybil and Vetinari in Gotham, and more than anything it's funny. or at least I think it is.

fandoms: DC/Discworld

rating: M

wordcount: 16858

ships: Sybil/Sam, Jason/Slade

it's a horrible morning in Gotham

the soulmate goose fic. I personally thing my writing is best when it's fun, and this one very much is that. it's also a little sad in places, but not more than absolutely necessary.

rating: M

wordcount: 7537

ship: Jason/Slade

the unbearable lightness of bedding

the IKEA fic. this is just comedy from beginning to end, but it was the fic where I figured out Dick's voice and I had a lot of fun with it. also outsider POV on the ship, which I always love to write (and read).

rating: T

wordcount: 2045

ship: Jason/Slade

a bird on the edge of a blade

this one is not all that funny, but I am very pleased with it. featuring my favourite trope murder as a love language. it's what Jason deserves.

rating: T

wordcount: 1261 words

ship: Tim/Jason

cornucopia

back to the comedy, or possibly porn-comedy. in which Jason gets cursed to sprout horns whenever he's horny. it's exactly as silly as it sounds.

rating: E

wordcount: 3078

ship: Jason/Slade

go wherever you go today

I was going to stop at five, but I really am very fond of this tiny little slip of a thing. A slow morning for Natasha.

rating: G

wordcount: 601

ships: none

so! over to the full list:

DC -- series

tell it slant

works: 4

complete: yes

ship: Jason/Slade

with fingers and teeth

works: 2

complete: no

ship: Jason/Slade

blackbird

works: 13

complete: yes

ship: Jason/Slade

(has a little bit of Winter Soldier, but not enough to be a crossover imo)

the kamakura job

works: 3

complete: yes

ship: Jason/Slade

windows of opportunity

works: 7

complete: no

ships: Jason/Slade, Dick/Tim

DC -- oneshots

stuck on a winning streak

rating: T

wordcount: 512

ship: Jason/Slade

paradise at my fingertips

rating: T

wordcount: 1559

ships: Jason/Slade, background Dick/Tim

under your skin (over the moon)

rating: T

wordcount: 1044

ships: Jason/Slade, background Dick/Tim

the unbearable lightness of bedding

rating: T

wordcount: 2045

ship: Jason/Slade

a bird on the edge of a blade

rating: T

wordcount: 1261 words

ship: Tim/Jason

say I'm wrong, make me right

rating: E

wordcount: 3180

ship: Jason/Slade

it's a horrible morning in Gotham

rating: M

wordcount: 7537

ship: Jason/Slade

dulce y fatal

rating: M

wordcount: 1792

ship: Jason/Slade

like the holding of hands, like the breaking of glass

rating: E

wordcount: 3357

ship: Jason/Slade

headed straight into the fire

rating: E

wordcount: 1925 words

ship: Jason/Slade

you're how I pray

rating: E

wordcount: 1396 words

ship: Jason/Slade

(choke this love) 'til the veins start to shiver

rating: E

wordcount: 2126

ship: Jason/Slade

that hunger in you

rating: T

wordcount: 1702 words

ship: Jason/Slade

eggs eggs eggs

rating: E

wordcount: 3969

ship: Jason/Slade

living and dying and the stories that are true

rating: T

wordcount: 954

ships: Tim/Dick, Jason/Slade

feel me, completer (down to my core)

rating: E

wordcount: 1546

ships: Jason/Slade

sink your claws in

rating: E

wordcount: 2160

ship: Jason/Slade

cornucopia

rating: E

wordcount: 3078

ship: Jason/Slade

just a shot away from you

rating: E

wordcount: 2649

ship: Jason/Slade

poured a drink all over my wiring

rating: T

wordcount: 910

ship: Jason/Slade

cookies & communication

rating: E

wordcount: 2218

ship: Jason/Slade

the snowball effect

rating: E

wordcount: 1428

ship: Dick/Jason

warm like a gun

rating: E

wordcount: 1690

ship: Jason/Slade

Marvel

sub rosa

rating: T

wordcount: 2542

ship: Bucky/Clint

make you feel whole

rating: G

wordcount: 574

ship: Bucky/Clint

the path, it just ain't clear

rating: T

wordcount: 4937

ship: Bucky/Clint

winterhawk bingo drabbles

rating: M

wordcount: 596

ship: Bucky/Clint

go wherever you go today

rating: G

wordcount: 601

ships: none

the Berlin exception

rating: T

wordcount: 3021

ship: Bucky/Clint

Crossovers -- series

barter economy

fandoms: Marvel/DC

rating: E

works: 2

ships: Jason/Slade, Dick/Tim, Bucky/Clint

complete: no

snow on the beach

fandoms: Marvel/DC

rating: E

works: 15

ships: Bucky/Clint/Jason

complete: no (missing a rather crucial bit of porn)

marvelbats

fandoms: Marvel/DC

rating:

works: 2

ships: Tony/Roy, Steve/Jason

complete: no

Crossovers -- oneshots

of people wrapped up tight in things that will kill them

fandoms: Marvel/DC

rating:

wordcount:

ships: Bucky/Clint/Jason, complete (strictly speaking whumptober 2022, but was completed in march 23

how to get ahead in Gotham

fandoms: DC/Discworld

rating: M

wordcount: 16858

ships: Sybil/Sam, Jason/Slade

coming night

fandoms: Marvel/DC

rating: E

wordcount: 4790

ships: Tim/Venom, Roy/Jason, Clint/Dick

coddled, not shirred

fandoms: Marvel/DC

rating: E

wordcount: 4790

ship: Eddie/Jason/Venom

Others

effanineffable

fandom: Discworld

rating: G

wordcount: 1433

ships: none

This madness has only been possible thanks to my magnificent beta and partner in crime @mightymightygnomepriest, who genuinely has the patience of a saint. Thank you so much, darling Rach. I promise I will slow down next year.

#my fic #roundup #sladejay #jayde #dicktim #jaydick #jaytim #winterhawk #winterhawkhood #crossover #jason todd #red hood #slade wilson #deathstroke #bucky barnes #clint barton

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mariki33 · 1 year

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PART 1

Nordmark pod translation Swe-Eng

First third of the interview. I have left out Per Nordmarks moments of reminiscens..

-Please excuse things lost in translation and lack of knowledge in the English language🙈

Enjoy, fellow Ghostie's 🖤👻

N: Tobias Forge. Welcome to the Nordmark pod.

T: Thank's for having me.

N: How's it going?

T: Fine,fine.. It's fucking boring to speak of the weather and such,, but shit! What a great weather we have?

N: Do you get the blues during the winter season?

T;, Ee mm.. Like this.. Like all kids i had, at least some, restless feet and thought it was relatively fun to be outdoors. But at kindergarten and such i was often the one left last. Single mom, had to work you know. Eem, so i liked to be on my own, last, and indoors. I could sit there and have all the Lego for myself and i could sit there with the tape recorder with a bunch of kasettes i brought. And i. I like to be indoors in the nature. If i go to the mountains i like to watch the outside from the indoors. Snowcovered slopes..Being out on the country side, being close to nature but not in it. I'm not an outdoors person. But! I am a very season effected person and so. But when i started going on your, for real. And when i, for the first time, had a shock from when in January going to Australia. Then you noticed like,, my back pain is gone all of a sudden. My body doesn't hurt. What's going on? And because of me going back and forth to Los Angeles during the year i notice, purely physical, that smaller leaps (season wise) feels better. One last thing about weather.. I can say the upside of living north of a certain latitude is that it will take a lot for Sweden to "stop" because of the weather. And i don't know, maybe you didn't go to school at that time. Out,, I'm an -81,,

N: Yeah you're a bit younger than me.

T : Most people remember 1995, when it was one day when baisicly all of Sweden was covered in snow. And it was stated, -Today you don't have to go to school.

N: School for you,,was it a catharsis for you?

T: He he, as in a had a revelation of not wanting to be there? Well yeah. I guess i felt it was pretty boring. As, I found myself socially in a twilight zone, because i was an outsider, like by choice. I had friends, plus i was like… I come from Linköping. Its a small town, or smaller town at least. And when you start in first grade and onwards, and you don't move around, you end up knowing everyone who was around from the start. Like so. And there.. One can say i had wind in my sails in that sense that i knew the "right" people, and people who…But most of the people i knew and was around were of the same age, or one year older. They were,, almost none of them were interested in music, listening to music maybe, but not playing. And then I ended up sort of outside. Plus i wasn't just interested in music, but extreme music that nobody liked and my interests became very specific and i had a laser focus on it. Early on. And that lead me to slipping further and further apart. And at the same time becoming tiered of school and turning teenager. With all that comes with that. And um, eeh, i was pretty messy, both outsider and maybe not that nice to everyone.. It was a messy time.

N: Is the boy playing alone still in there?

T: Aah ey, i,,,I think i create myself a lot of time alone when on tour. I don't know, i'm pretty much in between all the time. But i really need to walk away to charge the batteries. And i have to, ehh,,i go nuts if i don't get to be alone. So basically i make sure of it. If its only to walk the other direction, walk around and return. Just to have some.. But, well, as a grown up i have power over my life and have made sure to get an amount of space. Em, And need to, Emm.. As a, it sounds boring but i'm kind of the boss over a bunch of people, like that, Ee, Now, of course i have hired someone else to be tour leader, to boss over others. So i don't have to be the executive, telling people.

N: But in the end you're the narrative..

T: Yes, and that means to carry a social responsibility to some degree. Like, i can't behave like everybody else does. And I can't.. When were on tour we are like 40 ppl or so. And of course you're not best friends with everybody. And many of them are there because they are very good at what they DO. While if you sat down to talk you find out you don't agree politically and aren't remotely alike. So its kind of easy to, -you go your way and i go mine. I got my stuff over here, and then participate sometimes. It suits me pretty well,.. Oum,, When i'm at home… I've got two kids, wife,, so, So of course it's not… Of course i can just go for a walk, and i do. But you don't have the same possibilities to be solo. To just stay awake all night and just watching.. If i have a day off, like on tour, if i have a day off i can spend the whole day and night in a hotel room just watching You Tube.

…..

…T: It's a plus to come to a city you know..

….

T: But i like Stuttgart. There are some great record shops.

N: Are you a big record collector ?

T: Aaa,ah, I am, but the collecting, or the record store visiting frequency has become less because, Ehh, partly from a knowledge of what it is. So when i come to cities i know where i want to go. In the beginning i went all ower. I could take a cab to go to all the record stores in the city. A whole day. Even if it was a gig in the evening. I was totally exhausted when the evening came. But today i've taken that into consideration. Damn, if i'm in Stuttgart, we're playing in the evening. I can't be out sightseeing. In that case i can make an estimation the day before and say - tomorrow i want to go to a place and make arrangements for that.

N: You do pretty long shows..

T: Nah, ah, well, Yes.. One hour forty five minutes, somthing like that.

N: How does it work those days when you don't feel like it. Are there such days?

T: Well sometimes of course you can be physically and mentally tired, Eem, We had, when we just started this tour cycle now, a little bit over a year ago. We did a,, At first we did a US tour that lasted six weeks or so. Six weeks is pretty normal, i have to say. It's not like shit, it's pretty normal and the amount shows you have to do to cover enough land, and economical aspects aswell. Ja,oo,, if you do shorter tours it tends to be crew quitting. Because they want lasting jobs, and short breaks but no breaks preferable. So one must think holistic what's most efficient for all, so people don't end up quitting. Its a pretty advanced show. We can't, it's disturbing if we have new people in the crew -if they're not awesome that is. It's always like -Shit! we have a new guitar tech. And stuff happens and you hear it goes wrong, and it's the wrong guitar and wrong tune. Ehm, but we did the US tour January, February, March. Pretty dark then. And it was exact in time for covid to be seen as "passed". Concerts was allowed. As far as that it was a go. But rules varied between the states. Almost equal to if it was red or blue. Red state -All is fine,, and blue, it was EH! From a touring perspective my reactions was almost like opposite my political standards. It was pretty tough coming to a city and everything is forbidden, you can't do anything. You're only allowed to leave the bus and walk into that air lock and everybody are supposed to be tested. To me this became so troublesome because now we've decided to do this tour and, -Damn ! It's 7000 people coming.. -And they're NOT! supposed to be tested. You know,, AAAHH!! But in the end we had a deal amongst us, and Volbeat was on the tour too, -We will not test everybody, everyday. As was the plan at first. Because what happened was, we just ended up sending people home, it was such a mess. People getting scared of being fired, hiding they were sick, -you know..such a mess. So we said, well, lets make this tour work now. But we stayed in "bubbles", like many did When you've been in a bubble and not been outside in three weeks,, and to the advantage if our success we're playing in hockey arenas. -Hockey arenas. You know? -it's not many windows, and like, it's somewhat like a being in a cellar, -like this almost. Storage rooms, boiler rooms, long corridors, tile, kitchen, industrial kitchen..Then, you really had to make an effort to just keep up some level of serotonin. So, i walk, everyday, 10.000 steps before the gig. Just to get..I have to walk. And when on tour the easiest way to do that is around the arena. So i was standing by the entrance in a lobby, in front of these huge windows, just standing there to just, i don't know, get some d-vitamin. I felt like i have no reason to be sad but i don't feel happy. I feel tiered and want to sleep, can't take no more ..

…To be continued

Translation by Ulrika Linderoth from the Ghost Sweden Facebook group

#ghost #the band ghost #tobias forge #slavghoul #rock #interview #Imperatour #concert tours #Europe tour #us tour #sweden #Sweden rock

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bratshaws · 1 year

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through the hourglass 120. brb x oc

a/n: this gif does not represent Rooster's feelings in this chapter, I just love his angy face <3 reblogs and comments are super encouraged <3333

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: none.

goodness gracious (pls read this one to know more what this fic is about!!)

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They sit next to each other on the kitchen table, Rooster’s hand on hers, rubbing each of her knuckles as she holds her head up with her palm’s heel, staring down at her cocoa. She’s still nervous, he knows she is because she hasn’t said anything since they got to the kitchen, he wasn’t going to push her, but they were nearing the fifteen minutes’ mark and Rooster wasn’t used to not talking to Beatrice for so long while he was in the house.

He brings her fingers to his lips, kissing the soft skin before smiling at her, “Talk to me,gorgeous.’ he says and it snaps her out of her worries because her eyes turn to him almost in surprise “You look scared still.”

Beatrice’s frown only deepened and she laughed nervously, “I can’t help it.” she whispers, “It’s…a bit scary I guess.”

“Why?”

A shrug was thrown his way, “...Nikki just turned six months old,Roos.” she says, “She just turned six months old, we planned on having more kids but not so soon.” he holds his head up with his fist, still rubbing her hand, “Not to mention…how are we going to do this? It’s…scary.”

Bradley takes in her words with silence, still holding his head up and measuring how he will reply to that. Now that the sleep is finally out of his system and he’s fully awake, he had to admit there was a smidge of anxiety curling up in his stomach. It is a sudden and unexpected change in their lives, Nicole was a surprise but the second pregnancy so soon was…even more.

He didn’t want Beatrice to blame herself and he knew that she was from the way she was holding back from biting her thumb, choosing to rub it against her fingers instead, giving a friction instead of a bite was good enough for her. “...we are going to do this like we do with Nikki.” she looks up at him with her brows low, “I know it’s not what we planned, but…honestly, it’s not so bad.”

“It’s not?”

‘Nah,” he smiles, dreamily at her, “Maybe that’s just the universe saying we better pop ‘em out sooner than we thought. That’s all.”

“...and, you aren’t worried?”

“I am worried.” he chuckles, “And happy, and anxious and a bit confused. But I’m happy…if that’s what’s supposed to happen gorgeous, then we can do it. We love babies. We love our one baby…we can love more.” he says, “If this pregnancy is safe for you as well…do you want it?”

“I do.” she says, “I do want it,it’s just…a bit overwhelming right now.”

“It is.” he rubs her fingers again, holding back a yawn and running his hand on his hair, “It is overwhelming but I think we can do it…and I know it’ll be a bit hard when I leave.” her eyes met his guiltily,”But I’ll do my best when I come back,you know that.”

“I know Roos, you are doing a great job.”

“Then why do you still look worried?”

Beatrice sighed, leaning back against the chair, “Because…I should be the one taking care of my fertility.” she heaves the words out as if they weighed a ton, keeping her frown present and lips pursed, “If I missed- or if the birth control shots failed, that’s on me. I should…I don’t know, pay more attention, so we wouldn’t have surprises,Roos…and I didn’t.”

He could almost see the blame weighing her down as she said that and he hated it, “Gorgeous, that’s not your fault.”

“What if I missed? I don’t even know if my own notes are right. What if I thought I had another shot and then…I didn’t?”

He shrugs, “You were busy helping Marcus, your mind was all over the place…and there was the bar, and Nikki too. You managed it but I know it took a huge toll on you.”

“...I guess.”

“Listen, it’s not your fault.” he kisses the back of her hand gently, hoping to make her look at him, “Gorgeous,Bea…baby, look at me.” she did, looking like a puppy dog who just broke an expensive vase, her eyes shining with unshed tears, “Aw, gorgeous, it’s okay…it’s okay. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“But–”

“Okay,so the pregnancy - if positive- wasn’t planned. At least we’ll be able to deal with it,we both have good jobs, we have a good family circle that can help in case we need…worrying about it the way that you are isn’t right.” he pulls the chair’s legs closer to his so their knees touch and he can kiss her forehead, “I’m not mad at you.” she whimpers quietly and leans forward so her face is buried on his neck, “I’m not angry at all…we both wanted more kids and maybe it’ll happen sooner than planned.”

“But…your job and–”

“Don’t worry about it,I can handle.” he smiles, kissing the back of her head, “I’ll just miss you all a whole lot…but I can handle, gorgeous…I’ll always come back for you.”

She didn’t know if it was a mix of everything or just because she felt like it, but her eyes clenched with tears dribbling out towards his chest, “I-I know.” she sniffles, “I just want you to be okay.”

“Of course I am. I have you.” and her heart beat even faster, “Listen, if there is another baby Bradshaw on the way…hell, we should be ready because who can say they had their children back to back?”

“Six months apart.”

“I guess that means we fuck more than normal.”

Beatrice’s soft laugh was music to his ears, his own lips quirking up in a smile as she laughed against him,hugging his torso. He allowed her to laugh, chuckling a bit himself, and allowed her to calm down and her shoulders to relax.

When her laughter slowly turned into quiet giggles, he looked down just in time to see her tilting her head up, “That’s a pretty good point.” she smiles, nuzzling his chest, “Thank you,Roos.”

“You are welcome,gorgeous.” he gently cups the back of her head, brushing his thumb over the dark brown strands and kissing her scalp, “You are my girl, you know that. I’m here for you.” and he feels her cheek curve up against his chest as she smiles, her hold on him tightening. They didn’t move after that, just kept each other close and in silence, enjoying that they could only hear the sounds of their house and the snoring coming from the three dogs - amazingly Nicole didn’t care about those sounds either, she was probably used to it now.

After a while, he opens his mouth, “So.” he begins, “Do you want to do it now?”

“Hm?”

“The test.”

Beatrice tensed up in his hold, hesitating her reply until she sighed, “In a little bit,I’m just…trying to mentally prepare myself.” she whispers, “Will you go with me?”

“Of course, as if there is any doubt.” he smiles, “I’ll help you however you need…plus I’ve never seen how a pregnancy test works.”

“Oh, well, it’ll be something for both of us then.”

Rooster waited until she was relaxed enough to straighten her body and appear in front of him, blinking her green eyes to refocus on his face. Beatrice chewed her lower lip for a few seconds, inhaled and then exhaled, repeating the pattern for a few more seconds before she gave him a nod, “I’m ready.”

He smirks, standing to his feet and offering her his hand, “Good,we can have the cocoa upstairs.” he nods to her own mug as he picks his, sipping what was left of it inside, “A relaxing reward,hm?”

“Hah, sounds good.”

“It’ll be fine,Bea.”

She smiles up at him, hugging his arm since her other hand was busy keeping the mug within her grasp. Beatrice takes a few careful sips - honestly Rooster was so good in the kitchen she really should accept his offer in cooking more for the two of them when he wasn’t deployed - of her cocoa, humming happily once she swallowed, “This is so good,Roos.” she says, “Old family recipe?”

“Nah, that’s from the early years in the Navy. The eggnog, now that is a Bradshaw tradition, I’ve never had a better one in my life.”

“You should do it this Christmas.”

His smile faltered for a second, “Ah,I forgot…it’s in one of my mom’s old journals but,my aunt has them in her house somewhere.” he murmured.

“You didn’t invite your aunt or your uncle to our wedding,Roos.”

“I didn’t.”

Bea frowned, “You…don’t have to elaborate on the why.”

Bradley huffed almost in disbelief, shaking his head and looking over to where Nicole’s nursery was, the two of them pausing to check if their daughter was still asleep - which she was, thankfully - Eleanor and Jack’s eyes shining in the room as they meet the two adults, “I think it’s mainly because…after my mom died we just fell apart. I stopped talking to my cousins - who I was never that close anyway- and I just…got my life together.”

“When was the last time you saw them?”

“I don’t know,” he shrugs, “2010? Maybe?”

Beatrice just stared at him, she knew he didn’t have a big family but to think he didn’t have a connection to his mom’s side…that was so sad. Now she knew why he valued the Navy and his friends so much, especially Mav. “And she didn’t like Mav.” he says, “She just hated him. My uncle didn’t care, he just never cared too much, but my aunt? Ooof, god damn it she hated Mav and apparently disliked my dad too.”

“Oh that’s terrible.”

“Yeah, but my mom never cared for her opinion.” Bradley smiles, no anger in his eyes, nothing at all, as they stop in front of their room, “And it ground her gears so much it was hilarious.”

Beatrice smiled back at him, stepping into the room with him right behind her, “Would you want Nikki to meet them?” she asks, setting the now empty mug on the nightstand closest to the door, “They are still her great uncle and aunt.”

“Eh,I don’t know.” he shrugs, “Maybe, we’ll see.”

She knew he didn’t want to continue this conversation so she just stopped talking. Beatrice however inhaled once she was on the threshold of their bathroom, rubbing her hands together and looking back to see that he was right behind her, “Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Okay.”

He smirks, leaning his arm against the doorframe and leaning down to kiss her forehead, “What do you need me to do,gorgeous?”

Beatrice picks the three tests, huffing out a breath before looking up at him, “I just want you to stay.” she whispered, “That’s all.”

They both sat on the floor, waiting for time to pass, the three tests were lined up in front of them as they waited. The boxes said to wait ten minutes max and he had to admit it was the longest ten minutes in his entire life. He set up his phone as a timer and to check on Nicole - thankfully she was still asleep - as they watched the three white tests.

Beatrice’s hands wrung together, he could hear her joints popping when she squeezed them, their shoulders touching. Rooster had one leg bent to rest his arm on top while Beatrice was seated on her folded knees, both of them sitting on the bathroom mat since neither wanted to grab towels to do that.

“Did it take this long with Nikki?”

“Kind of.”

“Hm.”

Both of them kept looking at the tests, Beatrice leaning forward to check only to frown and go back to her original position, “Nothing yet.”

“That’s okay, there’s still time.”

She sighed, leaning her head back so it touched the wall, looking up at the ceiling, ‘If it’s positive…what are we going to do?”

Rooster turned his head towards her, his eyes moving on her face then to the side as he thought about it, “We’ll work on it.”

“No,I know…I mean…I don’t know.” she sighs, “I’m…all over the place.”

“Baby, listen,” he grabs her hand, interlacing their fingers, “If there’s another baby in there,” he nods to her stomach, “They are going to be loved and taken care of just like Nikki is…you know that.”

“I-I know…”

“And we can use one of the guest rooms as another baby room, I know it’ll be amazing. You can paint it just like you did Nikki’s.”

That brought a smile out of her, and a little quiet chuckle as her thumb rubbed against his, “You are really okay with this.” she sounded amazed and yet she wasn’t, because Rooster had proven time and time again that he was possibly the best man that ever existed. He was her prince Charming - and she smiled more knowing how much he’d like that nickname - and he treated her so…amazingly.

“I am.” he smirks, “Listen,I know it’s scary,I know it is…but we both wanted that, we both wanted more kids. Again,so what if it’s sooner than we planned? We can handle it, and if they are just like Nikki, even better.” he says,kissing her forehead and keeping his lips there for a few seconds before he pressed his own forehead against hers, meeting her eyes, “You are my girl,Bea…and I am so happy with you. I am extremely happy with you…being your husband and Nikki’s father are the best gifts you could ever give me.”

Beatrice smiles shyly,her cheeks flushing red over his words. Only Rooster could make her blush like they were still dating, only him could make the butterflies in her stomach flutter wildly without stopping and only him could make Beatrice feel like she’s floating.

All she could do was smile and allow her body to relax and remember how Rooster truly was okay with this, this sudden experience, this sudden…pregnancy? If it was positive, “If it’s not positive…what are we going to do?”

“Hmmm…’ he clicks his tongue, “Work on making it positive?”

“Rooster!”

Her playful swat to his shoulder earned a snort out of him, followed by her own laughter. They tried to keep it down because they didn’t want to wake Nicole up - although if their daughter could last through a thunderstorm, laughter wouldn’t make her move at all - or make their neighbors wonder what else could they be loud about.

He looks back from her eyes to his phone, bringing it up to his lips, “...thirty seconds left.”

Beatrice’s smile diminished but it was still present, “Okay.” she whispers, hugging his arms as they watched the numbers go down, down, down until it reached the zero mark. They still stood there,looking at his now background - a picture of Nikki smiling up at them - in silence, Beatrice’s hold on his arm only tightened, “...okay.” she inhaled for courage, “I’m going to check.”

“I have the boxes here.”

“Okay…” she licks her lips, clenching her eyes as she brings the tests closer, holding them out like a fan but not opening her eyes to check. She turns to Rooster, offering the tests like a magician would to cards, “Pick one.”

Rooster chuckled, but he was just as nervous as she was. His stomach felt like jello, like there was something inside ready to burst - like the xenomorph, ready to break his chest open - as he hovered his fingers over each test. He licked his lips, all of them were turning away from him so he couldn’t see if there were lines or not, “This one.” he plucks one out, breathing in and out slowly before he brings it to his face alongside its box.

He flicks his eyes back and forth from the test to the instructions, Beatrice peeks one of her own eyes open while pressing the rest of the tests to her chest, “So?” she questions, scooting forward, “What is it?”

Rooster is staring at the two little lines, the same little lines that - when he looked at the box - said it was positive. “It’s uh…it’s positive.” his voice comes out quiet but his smile is never leaving, he just clears his throat, turning it towards her, “It’s positive,baby.”

Beatrice blinks, holding the test’s other end to bring it closer to her eyes, then looks up at Rooster, “...t-that’s…okay,um…” she fumbles a bit, closing her eyes again to bring the other two tests, “Pick another one.”

He was faster this time, choosing the one on the left and smirking when again, the two red lines were there, “Positive.” Beatrice let out such a heavy exhale he worried she was running out of breath, but when he turned to look at her she was holding the last test with both hands against her chest, “Together?”

She nods, scooting closer to him to their shoulders touched, thumb purposefully on top of the little visor so neither of them could see it yet. Rooster grabs the other end, smiling at her, “One.”

Beatrice licked her lips, “Two.”

“Three.”

She moves her thumb away and, honestly no one should be surprised now, the two red lines were there. Beatrice stared with her eyes wide and her lower lip being chewed on by her upper and lower teeth, “...I’m…pregnant.” she murmurs, looking up at him with big worried eyes, “Rooster,I’m pregnant.”

Her husband’s cheeks hurt from smiling, “You are- oh gorgeous, don’t cry,” she didn’t even realize that she was crying, only doing so when she felt one lonely tear sliding down to the tip of her nose and touching the top of her lip. She let him hug her and he did, tightly, rubbing her back up and down with his lips touching her scalp, “You are okay,baby, it’s okay.”

“...I’m pregnant,Roos.”

“Yeah.”

“W-We are going to have another baby.”

He chuckles, “Yep, another baby Bradshaw on the way.” his own eyes stung when he said that. He was going to be a dad, again. He was really happy, he was…almost unsure if he was living in reality or not, but he was ecstatic, “Baby…we are going to be parents again.”

“Yeah…” she whispers, her own fears dissipating, “We uh…b-better call the clinic to make sure, you know?”

‘I know…we can arrange after the holidays if that’s okay?”

“It is.” she says, “...oh we…we can’t tell anyone yet Roos.”

Rooster blinked, “Shit,you are right.” he mutters, “Mav can’t know.”

“Or my parents…or siblings…or Shells.”

He stared at the opposite wall behind her, “...we’ll see all of them next week during Christmas,Bea.” he whispered. The silence that followed was deafening, “And I’ll see the Squad at work.”

“...Roos.”

“Yeah?”

“I think this will be really hard to keep secret.”

“...fuck you can say that again.”

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workersolidarity · 9 months

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When I woke up this morning, it was already 92°F (33°C) with 76% humidity 🥵

It's supposed to be another 101°F (38°F) day, with weeks now of temperatures near or topping 100°F (37°C) and hot, humid nights rarely getting below 81°F (27°C)

It hasn't rained in weeks, aside for a couple brief drizzles we got a week or so ago that lasted all of maybe 10 minutes.

I live in fucking NEW ORLEANS, not Palm Springs, CA. It's supposed to rain here legit every single day this time of year.

I hate the cold. I never thought in my life I'd be praying for winter to come.

Maybe time to stop burning coal, oil and having a HUMONGOUS oil, gas and diesel gobbling Military spread throughout the world???

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childlikegoblinqueen · 10 months

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Chapter 81: Contagious as you think I am...

Winter (The Third Trimester Begins)

If you've been waiting for a big Hunter and Darius confrontation...

As with most of the ceremony of Remembrance Day, Hunter tried to do anything but watch the Crystal Ball. He’d lived enough of what was being “Remembered” to want to forget it. He’d contributed enough to planning for the Day of Unity. This was less a reminder of what was prevented than it was how Hunter himself was a party to genocide.

Truthfully, it had been just great to stay up the night before cooking with Camila. Vee was still not talking to him, but Masha assured him that she was getting there. Also, knowing that Willow was safe in his old room filled had him with calm. It also took Hunter’s mind off of how helpless and frail Lilith had looked in that hospital bed.

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The Guardian Opinions

Aug. 4, 2023

Antarctica is currently experiencing dramatic changes at unprecedented rates, marked by repeated extreme events. These include circum-Antarctic summer heatwaves and an autumn heatwave last year, with temperatures soaring up to 40C above the average. Moreover, both last summer and this winter, sea ice extent has reached record lows. These changes have happened even faster than scientists predicted.

These changes coincide with a broader global pattern of extreme air and sea surface temperatures, wildfires, floods, disease and other events deeply impacting ecosystems and society. Scientists have warned society about global climate change and its impacts since the Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change’s first report in the early 1990s. The Antarctic community has done so repeatedly too. These warnings are now being realised.

Antarctica is a crucial component of the Earth system and a sentinel for growing change. As Antarctic scientists, we see the evidence of mounting change, including changes in food webs, rapid change in populations, breeding failure and local ecosystem collapse, with projections of rapid transformation of a region that makes our planet liveable and contributes in extraordinary ways to global biodiversity.

This is a critical moment, impacting our well-being, future generations and ecosystems globally. Confronted by this evidence, we urgently call on nations to intensify and exceed their current commitments to greenhouse gas emissions reductions. An immediate increase in ambition is required to reach net zero and to go beyond it. Pledges are not enough.

The events unfolding in Antarctica have not been restricted to the continent. Record after record has been broken over the past few years for heatwaves, wildfires, floods and droughts across the globe. Diseases such as avian influenza (H5N1 bird flu), which has touched 81 countries over the last two years, also pose significant threats. The IPCC and the Intergovernmental Science-Policy Platform on Biodiversity and Ecosystem Services have reported change across the planet, impacting society, infrastructure, populations, species, ecosystems and the natural world on which humans are entirely dependent.

Simultaneous changes in the Antarctic and Southern Ocean, and elsewhere around the globe, reflect the intimate connection between Antarctica and the rest of the Earth system. Our lives and our future depend on a healthy and functioning Antarctica. As a result, Antarctica’s unsettling changes provide a warning to us and an opportunity. That opportunity rests in recognising that, if we safeguard Antarctica, if we slow down change there and eventually stop it, we help provide a future for ourselves, our families and our livelihoods. Doing so requires political will and the engagement of civil society. But it also demands the contributions of scientists to help us face what is coming, to understand the consequences of our actions, to develop new approaches for mitigating and adapting to change, and to help us understand the risks we face and over what timescale. It is clear that the community of biologists meeting in Ōtautahi Christchurch is doing what it can, and is standing ready to do more. They hope that political leaders will listen to them and take action.

During a recent gathering of experts from over 20 countries in Ōtautahi Christchurch, a multitude of attendees unveiled groundbreaking findings, pointing to remarkable transformations within Antarctic species, populations and ecosystems. These revelations were accompanied by expressions of genuine concern and, in some instances, astonishment at the rapidity of these system-wide responses.

The Scientific Committee on Antarctic Research’s (Scar) biology symposium was enriched by addresses by Sir Tipene O’Regan and Dr Michael Stevens, noted Māori historians, of Ngāi Tahu who both emphasised the importance of Māori historical connection with the Southern Ocean as well as concerns and aspirations for its future.

The scope of the unusual occurrences in Antarctica extends beyond just biological systems. Other records have been shattered, with this year witnessing sea ice levels plummeting to unprecedented lows according to the satellite record. Last year an alarming, widespread heatwave hit large areas of Antarctica, causing, at some locations, a 35-40C temperature rise above long-term averages. Extreme temperature events have been observed in various other parts of the continent, including the Antarctic peninsula.

As the symposium conference unfolded and the research findings were laid bare, a sense of apprehension permeated the scientific community present. In response to the emerging data, the attending scientists felt compelled to issue a collective communique, expressing deep-seated concerns regarding the escalating environmental challenges unfolding across the Antarctic continent.

We have a narrow window for change. Events in the Antarctic we have observed and catalogued, and the projections from our research suggest that the window is closing fast.

The time for critical action is right now. What we do today will determine our future for centuries. We all deserve a brighter future. Together, we can make a difference.

This communique was written by the following scientists on behalf of the delegation at the Scar biology symposium: Prof S Craig Cary, University of Waikato, Prof Steven Chown, Monash University, distinguished Prof Sharon Robinson AM, University of Wollongong, Dr Charles Lee, University of Waikato, assistant Prof Cassandra Brooks, University of Colorado Boulder

#Antarctica #climate crisis

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I want to tell you about one disappearing nation, living in Russia, the Telengits - the indigenous people of the Altai Territory. According to the 2010 census, 3712 people remained. ⠀

In the southern Altai, to whom the telengits belong, the Mongoloid anthropological type prevails: often because of their appearance they are compared with Kalmyks. ⠀

In connection with the prevailing nomadic way of life, the traditional house of the Telengits was a yurt, felt or covered with birch bark.

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By the beginning of the 20th century, pentagonal or hexagonal log cabins gained popularity. In the center of the dwelling, a hearth was established, the inner space was divided into female - on the right, and male opposite.

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The main occupation was cattle breeding. Sheep, horses, goats, cows, yaks were raised. In winter, pastures were organized in flat areas, herds were taken to the mountains. In parallel, they hunted birds, deer, bears, wolves, lynxes, sables.

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There were many hunting rituals, for example, after killing an otter, it was customary to leave it for a day in the forest. It was believed that this is the beloved animal of the God of the dead, so after death several dozen souls can go out of it.

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The traditional telengit musical instrument is topshur. It is a mixture of lute and plucked balalaika. The tool was made of pine or sneaker; twisted hair from the tail of the fastest horse in the herd was used as strings. This tradition is symbolic: it was believed that the topshur is the horse of the narrator, on which he rushes into the world of epic battles.

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The traditional religion of telengits is associated with shamanism. It is believed that the good god Ulgen rules the world, and Erlik rules the underground kingdom of spirits. Some legends mention that this is one two-faced deity.

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The telengit world was filled with many patron spirits under the common name "eesi". It was believed that they could appear in front of people in the form of animals and birds or take on a human form.

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Rites of burial, weddings, births, prayers were held with the participation of shamans.

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Today 81% of Altai people profess Burkhanism: a combination of shamanism⬇️

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Small Favor live blog

Small favor live blog

Happy Holidays!

Content warning: mind rape

Aw snowball fight with the Carpenters

I love this training

“The memory of my first shielding lesson under Justin DuMorne wasn’t a particularly sentimental one. “Baseballs”

“Mercifully God” Charity said, shaking her head. “How old were you?”

“Thirteen” I shrugged my shoulders. “Pain’s a good motivator. I learned fast.” pg. 15 That’s straight up child abuse

“Then Charity, standing behind me, dumped a double handfuls of snow down mother neck of my coat” pg. 18 Ha

“They weren’t terribly tall, maybe five-foot-six” pg. 19 I’m 5’6 thanks Harry maybe you’re just freakishly tall

Charity with a nail gun so cool

“They contacted me through Paranet, and I showed them how to give Fido the bum’s rush out of town.” pg. 31 Oh yay this is the thing Harry and Elaine were making.

“You look like a raccoon” pg. 35 Ha

Denarians in town or the rogue denarian from Proven Guilty.

Yes Marcone in this book! It’s always a good surprise when Marcone is in a book

Aw Toot-toot grown!

Pizza guard!

“Leave the doughnut!” pg. 67 Oh no

Mab make an entrance

Oh no Marcone got kidnapped. How did someone kidnap Marcone? Where are they keeping him? Why would someone kidnap him?

“Unless you should agree to take up the mantle of Winter Knight” pg. 81 Not yet Mab

“But I do know a little about horses, having taken care of my second mentor Ebenezar McCoy’s riding horses on his little farm in Missouri” pg. 89 Harry’s a horse girl

All this talk about Harry and the Winter Knight foreshadowing is foreboding

“The driver’s side-window rolled down and revealed a young man whom father of teenage girls would shoot on sight” pg. 104 Ha

“If they’re following the beacon, they’ll be running all over town” pg. 125 Ha

“I’m not terribly well motivated to bend over backwards to save John Marcone’s Armani-clad ass” pg. 127 Well Harry might not want to save Marcone but I can’t wait

No Harry bring Mouse

“He didn’t actually thank me, but it was his voice. I pretended that I hadn’t heard it there, which was what he expected me to do.

It’s a guy thing” pg. 138 That’s stupid

“Especially with the raccoon face I’ve got going on here.” pg. 143 Ha

Hendricks!

“I want to help your boss” pg. 152 It’s not lame. I love it

Oh no Gard :(

“Second, that a standard electrical pug was attached to the other end” pg. 161 The chain is like Elaine’s chain

“Without a word he set aside his shotgun and took the woman from me. I saw his eyes as he did, touched with worry and fear-and not for himself.” pg. 165 Hendricks/Gard ship let’s go I’ve made ships with less to go on

“Forzane” pg. 170 A force spell not a fire spell? Eh?

Thomas! Put the coin down

“Because,” I said, “maybe they went to recruit him.” pg. 184 Well Nick did offer Marcone a job back in Death Mask.

“Fu-“ I started to swear, but I glanced at Michael and changed it to “Fudgesiscles” pg. 189 Ha

“One of the most dangerous men I’ve ever known is about to have involuntary access to the knowledge and power of a Fallen angel, which would give the Denarians access to major influence within the United States. Not to mention the serious consequences for me if they succeed in making it happen” pg. 187 Interesting that this is Harry’s thoughts about Marcone taking up a coin. I wonder if he still thinks that now that Marcone’s taken up a coin.

“Michael caught Sayna’s hand on the way up, and pushed it gently back down” pg. 187 Ha

“This isn’t a democracy, Harry. We serve a king” pg. 187 Eh? I’m pretty sure this is a democracy Michael

“Transition: Don’t start another war, Harry” pg. 192 Ha and it’s only one war

“So instead you have placed your own life in jeopardy in order to protect his beliefs. You risk your body to preserve his heart.”

“I suppose he considers it a particularly messianic act.”

“That’s not why I did it” I said

“Of course it isn’t. He knows that. It isn’t easy for him. Usually he’s the one protecting another, willing to pay the price if he must” pg. 196 What’s some light treason to help your friends? And Harry is a good friend.

“We will watch over your criminals for you” pg. 202 Ha

So cool that Murph stood up to Tiny.

“War council?” Molly asked, wide-eyed. “Are we going to start another war?” pg. 226 Ha

“We might find a trail that leads back to the Nickelheads” pg. 232 Ha Nickelheads

“Someone highly placed enough to know the location of the safe house, and who will profit by Marcone’s absence” pg. 232 Helen maybe

“Nothing’s ever a convenient with you” pg. 234 Ha

“Hell’s bells. Do I really look like that? Maybe I needed a makeover or something” pg. 236 Aw Harry I’m sure you look nice, black eyes aside.

“I’m betting Marcone left her a sample of his hair to use to track him down, for just such an occasion as this” pg. 237 Smart

“I missed my staff. I missed my duster” pg. 243 No blasting rod? Eh?

“This isn’t over,” he said, a harsh edge in his voice. “We’ll discuss it after” pg. 262 Aw Michael and Harry are fighting :(

“Stop,” I said “Occam time” pg. 266 Ha

“I swear, by my own power, that I will abide by those restrictions” pg. 273 Oh Harry swore an oath to help Marcone.

“Can’t-get-a-date-itis. He’s supposed to be some kind of catalyst or conversion starter. Or failing that a consolation prize” pg. 276 Ha

“Grew up hard in the war, though that didn’t give them enough brains to keep from looking up to me.” pg. 279 Aw poor Harry :(

“The station’s lights went out. All of them. At exactly the same time.” pg. 280 Oh no

“Granted, He doesn’t always answer quite this quickly” pg. 289 Ha

“When things had gone dark and scary she had somehow rounded them up and gotten them into a room. That took a lot more moxie than most people had. I also noted that she had been kneeling between the customer and the doorway. I liked her already.” pg. 289 I also like Carol. I like that this shows that ordinary people can and do help others.

“I held up my right hand and with a murmur called a tiny sphere of flame. The spell sputtered and coughed before it coalesced, and even that the light was barely brighter than a candle” pg. 295 Something is up with Harry. He doesn’t mention his blasting rod and he doesn’t use any fire spells. It could be because Jim is using The Law of Conservation of Details but I don’t think so. Mind magic maybe? So that he doesn’t remember his fire or blasting rod. Like with Lea and Susan back in Grave Peril. But by who? Not a human practitioner or else the Wardens would come. Not Molly, she hasn’t shown up yet and she wouldn’t do that to Harry. Hmm Mab maybe but why would she do that? She’s not a human practitioner and she’s powerful enough to do it. I think she’s more powerful than Lea. But again why would she do that? She had time to do it when she was talking to Harry. But I’m stuck on the motive as to why Mab would do that when Harry is helping her. Wild guessing as there really aren’t any other suspects but Mab.

“You rush a miracle worker, you get lousy miracles!” pg. 298 Ha

So cool that Harry used the sprinkler system to wash away the Myrk.

“I don’t call him Fist of God as a pet name, folks” pg. 302 Ha

“Stupid, Harry. Stupid, Stupid” pg. 309 Stop being so self critical Harry. You need some more self confidence. Go read a self help book or something.

So cool that Harry used Gard’s locker to fight.

“Mercy? From a Winterbound?” pg. 312 Yep Harry’s cool like that.

“I’m not bound” I snapped “This is purely temp work” pg. 312 More foreshadowing for Harry.

Kincaid and Ivy! This book got better!

“Maybe it was just my imagination that it took Michael a second longer to answer than in the past” pg. 320 Aw :( I don’t like that Harry and Michael are fighting.

“But was prevented from going father by Kincaid hand” pg. 332 Let Ivy pet Mouse

Just Luccio taking a bath by the fire in someone else’s house as you do.

“The last thing I noticed, before I dropped off, was that under all the blankets I was entirely undressed.

And I was clean” pg. 335 Who undressed Harry and cleaned him? Luccio?

“Thomas gave me a look of his own. Then he thwapped me gently upside the head” pg. 339 Ha

“What does a woman need to do, Harry? Rip her clothes off, throw herself on top of you, and shimmy while screaming ‘Do me Baby!’?” pg. 340 Ha and knowing Harry it could help but more likely Harry would think that the woman would be cursed.

In defense of Harry I also didn’t know that Luccio was flirting with Harry. And Luccio needs to be more direct with Harry. He’s oblivious and dense. Susan was the one to ask Harry out back in Storm Front.

“I’ve never been hit on by a woman a hundred and fifty years older than me” pg. 340 Ha and what about Lara?

“Moran. Thank God Nicodemus is a man” pg. 341 Ha and with my reading of Bi Harry I won’t be too relieved there.

“Tiny” Sanya rumbled to Michael, clenching a demonstration fist “But fierce” pg. 346 Ha

Part 2

“The wind caught my coat and the cloak both, and almost knocked me over until I gathered in close to my body again and under control. Hendricks, solid and huge in his dark, sensible London Fog winter coat, went by me with a small smile on his face.” pg. 353 Ha and glad even Hendricks is amused by Harry.

“She can’t be here” pg. 355 I thought things ended well between Kincaid and Murphy back in Hawaii?

“She was watching two otters chase each other around the habitat, and smiling.” pg. 357 Aw :)

“Kincaid stopped in his tracks when he saw that. Just to see what he’d do, I tried to step past him. He shot me a look like he’d murder me if I tried to interrupt her, and my opinion of him went up a notch.” pg. 357 Aw :)

“He had a good voice, mellow and surprisingly deep” pg. 361 Bi Harry 29 I think I mean I hope not because it’s Nicodemus and Harry would have horrible taste in men.

“Archive guarantee his neutrality” pg. 362 Wow Nicky just assumes the police officer is a man. That’s a bit sexist. First Nicky was racist now sexist get with the times man.

“He was a man of medium height and build, his features handsome, strong, his eyes dark and intelligent.” pg. 363 Bi Harry 30 Harry what did I just say? Absolutely terrible taste in men. I see he and his mother have similar tastes. Harry has a type ie older scary men with silvery hair. Silver fox if you will.

“Sans demolition, if you think you can refrain.” pg. 363 Ha and no Harry can’t refrain from causing property damage.

“Nicodemus let out another quiet, charming laugh.” pg. 365 Bi Harry 31

“And you offer such insolence regardless?”

“Habit,” I said “It doesn’t make you special or anything, believe me” pg. 367 Ha

“Nicodemus.

Blinked.” pg. 369 Oh Nicodemus didn’t know. We have a rogue Denarius on our hands

“I glared up at him and debated slamming him through one of those Corinthian columns by way of objecting to be manhandled. But I decided that I didn’t want to piss him off.” pg. 369 Ha

“At least it has some survival instincts” pg. 370 Ha and Harry has no survival instincts

“Kincaid, get the kid out of here!” I screamed. “They’re coming for Ivy” pg. 373 Oh no if they hurt Ivy I demand there blood

“I guess it came down to a single question: whether or not I was the kind of man who walks away when he knows a little kid is in danger” pg. 378 No Harry isn’t that kind of man

“The thorny Denarian” Thorned Namshied

“…and he just ate my spell.” pg. 380 Ha and I wonder if Marcone can do that now?

I’m worried about the animals they can’t run away

“While the Archive would know that the proper decision would be to allow Kincaid to die in order to protect the sanctity of the Archive, Ivy wouldn’t be making the decision with the same detached calm. Kincaid was the closest thing she had to family. She wouldn’t. She couldn’t.” pg. 396 Aw and Harry she cares about you too. You Named her and I think she considers you a friend.

“I wish I knew,” I panted. “That way I could exercise free will while telling you to go fuck yourself” pg. 401 Ha

“I hadn’t extended my line of thinking beyond Kincaid. But of all the people who had dealt with the Archive, I’d been one of the only ones to take any interest in her as anything but a font of knowledge. I’d been the one to inquire after her personality. I’d been the one to give her a name. Sad but true, I was the closest thing that little girl had to a friend.

She couldn’t have let anything happen to me, either.” pg. 403 While I love that Ivy considers Harry a friend this isn’t a great time for this.

“I could use charts to make it easier for you to understand. And color them in with crayons. I enjoy crayons.” pg. 405 Aw baby’s first attempt at sassing the enemy

“I wasn’t certain but it sounded like the kid was trying to give the bad guys some gruff on my behalf. She needed to work on her technique, but it was the thought that counted. If I could have breathe, I might have gotten a little choked up.” pg. 406 Aw :) I’m so proud of Ivy. I’m glad she has a friend in Harry.

Oh no they took Ivy :(

“Michael had some serious pecs.” pg. 423 Bi Harry 32

“Never mind Michael’s pecs. Sanya made us both look like we needed to eat more wheat germ” pg. 424 Bi Harry 33

“Jared. Huh.” pg. 424 Kincaid first name is Jared really?

“She doesn’t have anybody else. No one” pg. 424 Aw :(

“And we fought them. That war could end. It could all be over” pg. 428 No unfortunately not

“Molly once burned my egg. My boiled egg. I don’t know how.” pg. 432 Ha

“You’re a creature of habit, Harry. You don’t like change” pg. 435 Yep

“So how they gonna get that creepy little girl a coin? Or one for the boss?” pg. 436 Good idea Cujo but rude for calling Ivy a creepy little girl.

“Molly was committing dinner by that time, aided and abetted by Sanya, who was taking who seemed to take some kind of Russian delight in watching the train wrecks in progress.” pg. 439 Ha

“Ivy,

You are not alone.

Kincaid is alive. I’m all right. We’re coming after you.

Don’t listen to them. Hang on.

We’re coming.

You are not alone.

Harry” pg. 444 Aw I love this bit so much.

“You know me, Michael. I’m always careful.” pg. 447 Ha

“What” he said in a low, deadly tone, “is that?” pg. 449 Oh Nicky is scared of Mouse

“It’s been a little while since anyone was quite that insolvent to my face.” pg. 450 I’m pretty sure the last person was also Harry back in Death Mask.

“Do you always retreat into insouciance when you are frightened, Dresden?” pg. 450 Ha and yes he does

Nicky is a terrible boss. He doesn’t even remember Rasmussen.

“After all those years of baseless suspicion and hostility from your own Council, that must be a painful realization.” pg. 453 Aw :(

“The Council doesn’t need my help to be a bunch of tools.” pg. 454 Ha

Harry being incredibly melodramatic with Michael.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you!” pg. 462 Aw :(

“I don’t share everything with you,” I retorted. “I don’t share everything with anyone. That’s nothing new.” pg. 462 Harry you should talk to your friends.

“Because in thousand years, no one has rid themselves of the shadow of one of the Fallen” pg. 463 So cool that Harry was the first person to rid themselves of a shadow of the Fallen. Sad that it meant that Lash died.

“Have I suddenly gone crazy on you?”

He arched an eyebrow

“More so than usual” pg. 465 Ha

“Harry,” he said quietly, “what happened to your blasting rod?” pg. 465 Oh good someone else is worried about Harry and his blasting rod

“Someone had been in my head

Someone had been in my head

Oh God” pg. 466 Oh no this is just like when Murphy was mind raped back in Grave Peril with the Nightmare.

Harry isn’t having a good time.

So Molly looked around in Harry’s head

“You aren’t the sort of person to do things by halves, Harry. Grand gestures included.” pg. 469 Ha

“In the event that you haven’t figured it out, I’m not the kind of person to be casually involved in much of anything” pg. 473 Yep

“Dresden, it seems to me that you’d lock yourself up pretty tight if someone took a regular bullet for you with a regular body. Much less if you were under psychic attack and this imaginary friend died right inside your own brain. Something like that happens, shouldn’t you have expected to be a basket case, at least for a little while.” pg. 476 Yep Harry loves his friends and having someone die for you will leave a mark.

“You remember when Karvos struck his fingers in my brain?” pg. 475 I see Murphy is drawing parallels away from well.

Not the biggest fan of this Luccio/Harry ship aren’t they subordinate and boss?

“You might be able to empower such a circle for half an hour, Dresden.” pg. 483 I’m glad Luccio knows that Harry is powerful

“I was going to put the dinosaur back,” I said. “But I was unconscious” pg. 485 Ha

They have Ivy at Deamonreach? How’d they get there and not get booted off?

“You couldn’t spot a pop culture reference if it skittered up and implanted an embryo down your esophagus.” pg. 503 Ha and is this why Harry makes so many pop culture shout outs?

“The creepy part was that it felt familiar.” pg. 515 Creepy maybe the island knew that Harry was going to be the next warden of the island.

Poor Ivy :(

Why doesn’t Ivy have clothes? Never mind, I don't want to know.

“I’d made that mistake once already, on a stormy night much like this one” pg. 522 Yep Grave Peril parallels

“Gentleman Johnnie Marcone” pg. 525 Is this a spelling error or is Harry being Harry?

“Something had ripped off the top half of his left ear.” pg. 525 That makes a very cool picture of Marcone

“Insufferable, arrogant little monkey,” Namshiel hissed. “Playing with the fires of creation. Binding your soul to it, as if you were one of us. How dare you so presume. How dare you wield soulfire against me. I, who was there when your pathetic kind was hewn from the muck.” pg. 533 I take it Namshiel isn’t happy that Harry has soulfire.

“I glared at him. He returned the glare with a faint, knowing smile.” pg. 536 Ha

“Ride of the Valkyries” pg. 541 Yay Gard to the rescue.

“He shook his head and pointed his fingers at Ivy” pg. 542 Yay

Part 3

Oh no Michael

“A bar of blue-white fire so dense that it was nearly a solid object lashed across the distance from me and Tessa and slammed into her like an enormous spear.” pg. 547 So cool. Don’t mess with Harry’s friends

“I find myself largely clueless about why mortal women do what they do. It will take a wiser man than me to understand what’s in a fae women’s mind.” pg. 557 Ha

“They tell children stories about you guys, you know,” I said.

“Still?” He said

I nodded” pg. 558 Aw :)

“We hear tales of thee, young wizard.”

I blinked. “You, uh?”

“We too like stories about…” His eyes searched his memory for a moment before he smiled, pleased. The gesture looked pleasantly nonviolent on his face.

“Underdogs” pg. 558 So cool that the fae tell stories of Harry.

“I want you,” I said “to get me a doughnut. A real, genuine, Chicago doughnut. Not some glamorous doughnut. An actual one. Freshly made.”

“Nay, but prithee, with sprinkles ‘pon it instead,” I said solemnly “and frosting of white.” pg. 560 Ha

“Harry Dresden speechless,” Nicodemus said. “I can’t imagine this happens every day.” pg. 564 Ha

“It’s gone!” pg. 565 Oh no the coins are gone.

“Deceitful bitches” pg. 565 :0 I was not expecting that kind of language from Nicodemus.

“Please. No one so obstreperous has been corrupted by anything other than his own pure muleheadedess.” pg. 567 Ha

“Lasciel’s shadow,” I told him, “doesn’t live here anymore, The Fallen have no power over me. And neither do you” pg. 568 So cool

“In fact, I squeezed harder” pg. 570 Good

Drat Nicodemus is still alive. Better luck next time. Third time the charm.

“I was wearing fresh clothing too. Thomas. He didn’t say anything about it, and neither did I. It’s a brother thing.” pg. 582 Aw :) Yay!

“His heart. They hurt his hurt.” pg. 586 Aw :( Poor Molly

“Families stay, Harry” pg. 587 Aw :)

“Given what he’d been saved from, it would be consistent with his character for Marcone to repay the people who bailed him out with whatever aid he could render in turn. It irked me that Marcone could ever be in a position to offer significant aid to Michael, regardless of circumstances.” pg. 590 Yep Marcone is cool like that

So Harry meets Uriel. I think God likes Harry despite Harry’s thoughts.

“You will not. I do not belong to you-“ pg. 598 Not yet

What made Mab so mad?

I take it the White Council would be mad if they find out and Bob.

“I get it,” I said. “You don’t think I should get close to her. Unless you’re worried about what’s going to happen when you wake her up and she’s really scared and confused.” pg. 608 Hypocritical much

“They did things to me,” she said

“I know,” I said quietly “Been there. But I was all right after a while. You’re going to be alright. It’s over.” pg. 609 Don’t like those implications with Harry and Ivy experiencing the same thing and using the same words. Add to it that Ivy was naked upon rescue doesn’t help.

“Couldn’t find its heart if it had a copy of Gray’s Anatomy, X-ray vision, and a stethoscope,” I said “No. They can lay down the law about magic. But they aren’t telling me who I’m allowed to befriend.” pg. 609 That’s a little cult like. The White Council can’t tell people who they can or can’t befriend.

“Morgan told them you’d say that. So did McCoy and Listen-to-Wind. The Merlin wouldn’t hear it.” pg. 609 Morgan! He knows enough about Harry to know that Harry wouldn’t go for it.

I’m glad Harry hugged Ivy and that she got his letter. Ivy needs a support system.

“He has a teddy Glock.” pg. 610 Ha

I’m glad Murph is also concerned about Luccio and Harry.

“Marcone. I’ll look into it.” pg. 614 Harry knew already that Marcone took the coin?

“I don’t have it,” Marcone said.” pg. 616 Either Marcone is lying outright or using exact words. Hmmm

“The child” Marcone said “Is she well?” pg. 617 Aw :) I hope Ivy and Marcone talk to each other after this.

“Then you should get some rest,” Marcone said. “You look”-his mouth twitched up at the connors-”like a raccoon. Who has been run over by a locomotive.” pg. 617 Ha

“A lot of men talk to the women they sleep with,” I said “That’s always been true. And it would give you a really good reason to get close to him”

“He’s like a lot of men,” pg. 618 I can’t picture Marcone doing this. Also I can’t believe I was right about Helen being the leak.

“Oh that.” Anastasia said. “Your Sight’s coming in. That’s all.” pg. 622 Oh cool!

Final thoughts

As always I liked the fights and thought the book was funny. Bi Harry moments up to 33. I question Harry’s taste in men. What I’d like to see is Ivy and Harry interacting more. Maybe play dates with Ivy and Maggie. I think it’s cool that Harry got Soulfire. I’m glad Harry and Michael are friends again. I wish we got more Marcone in this book. I’m surprised I was right about mind magic and Mab. And with Helen and the safe house. Not a fan of this Harry/Luccio ship. The White Council continues to be the absolute worst. They can’t tell their members who they can and can’t befriend that ridiculous. The fact that Harry and Thomas have to pretend not to be brothers and not interact much because the White Council will use them is terrible. It’s also a little cult-like. They do similar things to them and I could probably use the Bite model to show that they’re cult-like. Nicodemus is definitely scared of Harry now that Harry’s strangled him twice now. As for Executive Priority Health, why would Marcone buy the old Velvet place? As for Harry I wouldn’t want to be within 100 yards of the place but Harry seems ok? With going in.

Mind rape

Now onto Harry and the mind rape. As with Murphy back in Grave Peril this is essentially rape. Harry’s reaction is full on breakdown. While it’s similar to his reaction in Grave Peril it’s different in that Micheal is there to help and he isn’t in a laundry room. I wonder if Harry will have similar actions to paranoia and insomnia. I continue to wish Harry gets therapy. Maybe one of the small practitioners in the Paranet is a therapist. There was some parallels to Death Mask in this book with the mind rape and sacrad hospitality. Could Jim stop hurting Harry please.

Marcone

Now I know Marcone has the coin. Whether he accepted the coin yet is another. I can’t imagine what he went through with torture and hurting Ivy. Do you think he was reminded of Amanda and that’s why he took the coin. Surly Gard told him about the Fallen. He wouldn’t pick up the coin unless he knew what he was doing. I can’t picture him saying anything about his safe house to Helen. And I don’t see Marcone killing Helen. That would make Amanda an orphan. Maybe the guilt is making him do things he wouldn’t normally do.

Onto the next book!

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