#because holy christ this week has been hell

[kayhi808]

Billy Mine - Home Sweet Home

After weeks of trying to purge her closet of clothes and...stuff, Juliet is exhausted. Falling back onto the floor, "Billy Russo wants to marry me." This thought has been on repeat for the past few weeks in Juliet's mind. Is this even real life? When am I going to wake up from my dream?

*****

"Jules? You home?" Bill let's himself into the apartment. Scanning the living room, he sees her bag on the couch. Upon entering the bedroom, Billy's heart stutters to a stop. Little over a year ago, his girl was the target of a kidnapping attempt. Scattered amongst clothes and boxes, Juliet's bare legs are half visible on the floor of her small walk-in closet. "Bunny!!!" Bill shoves boxes to the side to get to his girl.

Bill's roar jolts Juliet out of her reverie. She screams as Billy hurls into her closet grabbing her. "What the fuck, Bill?!"

"Jesus Christ!!" Standing, Bill turns & punches the door jamb, resting his forehead against it, trying to take calming breaths. Juliet backs away, distancing herself from Bill, moving deeper in to the closet. He's furious! Scary mad.

Trying to be as soft and calming as possible, "Bill?"

He holds up a finger at her & shakes his head against the doorway. After a minute, "Your room looks destroyed, and I see you on the ground unmoving."

She moves closer to Billy, "I've been trying to clean out my closet and get rid of stuff, since we're moving in together. I got overwhelmed with it all & took a break." She hears a growl rumbling in the back of Billy's throat. "You aren't even supposed to be here. You didn't say you were coming over."

"Do I need an invitation now?" Straightening to his full height, glaring down at her.

"No, but you can't be mad at me. It's not my fault." Slowly moving closer to Billy, like she's trying to calm an angry panther. "If I knew you were coming over, I wouldn't have started on the closet & I definitely wouldn't have been laying on the floor waiting for you to find me like that." Billy pulls her to him, resting his head on the top of hers. Settling her palm over his rapidly beating heart, "I'm sorry I scared you."

"I thought you were fucking dead." BIll squeezes her even tighter.

Pulling him down into a kiss, "Oh, Billy Mine, you should know you can't get rid of me that easily. "

*****

Juliet can't deny that Billy's penthouse is impressive. It's very modern, very sleek and very stylish. Very minimalistic. And yet she doesn't feel at home or relaxed in a place like this.

Neighborhoods, homes, floorplans, decor have been occupying her mind since they decided to find a place together. Weekends are spent looking at websites trying to agree on places to see. Cuddled up on Billy's couch, Juliet has her tablet out scrolling through homes. "Morningside?"

"I'm not living in Harlem!"

"It's not..."

"It's Harlem. Next!" Bill reaches over & deletes the neighborhood from the filter. "Kips Bay, I like."

"No, that's where my parents tried to stick me. Chelsea? Hell's Kitchen? You'll be close to Anvil." Billy gives a non-committal shrug, because it is close to Anvil, but it's really just outside of the Village. "So, you're open to those neighborhoods?"

"Do you know how much a townhouse costs in Chelsea?"

"Townhouse? I've been searching condos. You want a townhouse?"

"Do you want to raise our kids in a condo?"

"Whoa!" Pushes against Billy, to sit up, "Where did these kids come from?"

Smiling up at Jules, shrugging, "I'm not doing this again with you. This move is it." She nervously laughs. "Are we not on the same page?

"Um...holy shit." Billy gives her a minute before pulling her down against him. Cradling her against his chest. "I didn't think 'big picture'. I was just thinking us moving in together, getting married...later."

"Do you not want a family?" His arms tightening around her, waiting for her answer.

Turning to look at him & whispers, "You know I do." It was a dream that Jules was always scared to voice.

"Do you want a family with me?"

Her voice breaking, "You're the only one I've ever dreamed of having a family with, Billy Mine." She buries her face into his chest & cries. They both grew up in the foster care system, but only Juliet was fortunate enough to escape it. Bill suffered abuse from his mother & through the system. For him to admit that this is the future he wants with her, it's like a sacred promise. Billy is in this relationship for life and beyond.

"Well then," clearing his throat, "Maybe you should be looking for something a little bigger than a condo, hmm?"

*****

On a bright sunny morning Billy got his wish. The loan officer and realtor just left his Anvil office. They just signed mortgage papers to a townhouse just outside of the Upper East Side, Lenox Hill, to Jules chagrin. They ended up selling her condo and his penthouse to afford it, but it's an investment for their future. Their forever home.

Popping a bottle of champagne, "We did it!"

Laughing, "It's 10am, Billy!"

"I got orange juice in the fridge if you want to make this a mimosa," handing her a glass.

Holding out her glass, "To us."

"Not too bad for a couple of orphans." Touches her glass and sips his champagne. Juliet wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. Burying his face in her neck, "We finally got our Home Sweet Home, Bunny." Deep within the confident businessman, a dark eyed foster boy, who never thought this dream would ever come true for him, is overjoyed.

@imagine-a-fictional-boyfriend @snowkestrel @e-dubbc11 @bustlingcrowdsxorxsilentsleepers @jvanilly @k-marzolf

#billy russo #billy russo fanfic #billy russo imagine #billy mine x bunny girl

[painedprince]

((Woke up w an anxiety attack. Not sure if it was the horror let's play or my actual real life but 👍

Pls send fluff to. Any of my blogs, really.))

#ooc #at least i have therapy tomorrow #because holy christ this week has been hell #emotionally anyway

[blueskittlesart]

profs will set the due date for the final as april 24 and then STILL NOT HAVE THE FUCKING ASSIGNMENT UP TO SUBMIT THE PAPER BY 11PM ON APRIL TWENTY FUCKING THIRD

#ALEC. BESTIE. PLEASE. I AM BARELY PASSING YOUR CLASS AS IT IS I NEED YOU TO WORK WITH ME HERE #i feel the need to explain the level of bullshit that has been going on with this particular final actually because holy shit. #he first told us about it about 3 weeks ago which. fine. but all he said was 'you will have to pick a topic and write a paper' #like nothing about what the topic should relate to how the paper should be organized word count etc. literally nothing #radio silence for 2 weeks. we all forgot about it. then out of the blue 'btw your papers are due in a week lol!' #so we all scramble to figure out what the hell the assignment actually is #come to find out he never actually posted the assignment brief on canvas as an assignment. the only way we can access it is via a pdf #linked in ANOTHER UNRELATED ASSIGNMENT. #the project brief in question describes several in-class activities we straight up have not done. #no one actually knows if it's really due tomorrow or next week because he keeps pushing shit back and DOESNT ANSWER EMAILS #but the date on the syllabus is the 24th. and there is still nowhere online where we can submit our papers at all. #jesus fucking christ in heaven #personal #he is going to be getting a. shall we say INTERESTING professor review from me. lmao

[mother-honour]

Actions have consequences. Simon 'Ghost' Riley X GN Civilian! Spouse! Reader) Part 2

( A very quick authors note before the fic- HOLY GODAMN CHRIST. I did not expect part 1 to reach so many likes- Ya'll are absolutely amazing ^^) @v1x3n

Summary: You still haven't woken up after that fateful day, and it's tearing him apart.

CW: Simon being an absolute wreck, Price giving hugs, swearing, emotional hurt, heavy angst, hospital visits, in-accurate military stuff, character death (?)

These past three weeks have been nothing but pure torture for Simon.

You still haven't woken up after all this time, and it was tearing him apart. Whenever he couldn't be by your side, he sat at home, silently crying to himself as guilt crushed him on the inside. He didn't eat, he didn't sleep, and he couldn't pretend that everything was normal while you were fighting for your life.

Because of him, he kept reminding himself.

The longer it took, the worse Simon got. He started to make mistakes on the field. Ghost, a well-respected man in his field, was acting like a rookie who just got out of basic training. His head wasn't with the 141; it was always stuck on you. The team had begun to notice as well. Price was the first, of course, knowing Simon as well as he did.

The captain had noticed it the first day he had come back to base. There was something unknown lingering in the lieutenant's eyes, and it was coming to bite him in the ass. After Simon made a mistake that could've caused multiple casualties, Price had enough. "Ghost. My office, now." He spoke sternly after the four of them got back. The lieutenant obeyed automatically, following the price mindlessly. Once the office door clicked behind them, Price turned around to face him.

"Now, you are going to tell me what the hell has been going through that bloody brain of yours." The captain crossed his arms, his form burning with authority as he stared at his lieutenant with hard eyes. "Every since 3 weeks ago, you have been making mistakes left and right." The captain huffed as he ran a hand over his face. His eyes had somewhat softened as he placed a hand on Simon's shoulder.

"Simon, whatever is bothering you, I need you to tell me. As your captain, it is my responsibility that you can do your job properly and keep you safe, no matter if it is physical or mental." It was then that Simon finally broke. He dropped to his knees with an agonizing cry, hot tears streaming down his face as he pounded his fist into the floor. "ITS ALL MY FAULT!" He yelled between harsh sobs.

"ITS ALL MY FUCKING FAULT PRICE! IF I HADN'T SAID ANYTHING-" Strong arms wrapped around Simon as he reached his breaking point, pulling him close as the comforting voice of Price filled his ears. "I got you, son. I got you." Simon's breath hitched as he let himself cry into his captain's shoulder. He didn't care about being professional right now; he just needed comfort.

And right now, Price was the one to give him that.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

After letting his heart out to Price, he allowed Simon to take the week off. 'You need it more than ever, Simon.' Price had said as he escorted him outside of the base. 'Just make sure to screw your head back on before you get back?' Simon couldn't help but let out a forced chuckle at his captain's last statement, leaving to go back to you shortly after. He had the steering wheel in an iron grip, his knuckles turning white as he drove down the road.

The same road leads to your shared house.

The same road you drove on before-

The booming horn of a truck came from Simon's left, snapping him out of his thoughts as he swung just in time to avoid the crash. His eyes were wide, and his palms were sweating as he looked back at the truck that was speeding off into the distance. Simon shook his head firmly as he focused back on the road, the agonizing voice in his head screaming at him that, in an alternate scenario, you would've been able to come back home safe.

Simon pressed the gas, surely going over the speed limit as he came closer and closer to his destination. He bolted out of the car and towards the front desk as soon as the tired came to a stop, scaring the shit out of the elder lady who was just enjoying a cup of tea. Her wide eyes softened once she recognized the man who had come here every day to visit you.

She didn't even need to say anything as she nodded toward the left, allowing him to proceed further without writing anything down. Gratitude flashed in Simon's eyes as he ran down the halls, up the stairs, to the 4th floor.

He almost stumbled over his own feet as he reached your room, swiftly opening the door as the beeping of a heart monitor met his ears. There you were, still lying in bed with an oxygen mask over your face. Most of your wounds have healed up; only parts of your body are being bandaged up now. Simon's feet guided him towards the bed, tears welling up in his eyes as he once again sat down on the chair next to your bedside.

"Hey, love." He spoke softly while taking your hand in his. "Sorry for taking so long this time." Simon swallowed thickly. "The captain has given me some time off, which means I get to spend more time with you." His body began to shake as his bottom lip trembled.

"I'd love to treat you to lunch. We could go to your favorite place. With the silly black cat, you love so much." Simon's voice began to crack, hot tears streaming down his face as he held onto your hand. "I miss you so much, baby. Please… come back to me." He pleaded between sobs. You, however, remained unresponsive, the soft sounds of your breathing being the only thing to answer him.

Simon stayed by your bedside for the next 5 hours, talking to you and even telling some of his awful jokes to keep the one-sided conversation going. A part of him hoped that somehow you'd be able to hear him. Around 7 p.m., the same elderly nurse who had greeted and helped Simon whenever he came to visit you came into the room.

"It's time to go home, Mr. Riley." She spoke softly. Simon swallowed as he nodded. He stood up from the chair as he bent down to press a kiss on your forehead. "I'll be here again tomorrow, love." Simon moved himself away from the bed, passing the elderly nurse as he made his way towards the door.

"…Simon?"

Simon froze.

His hand hovered over the doorknob as his eyes widened. He heard the elderly nurse gasp, accompanied by a pair of quick footsteps going towards the bed. Your bed. Simon turned around agonizingly slowly, his own eyes filled with shock, as he was met with the sight that he had longed for ever since you ended up here.

You were looking at him, those big eyes he came to love filling with tears as you reached out to him.

It was then that Simon's heart started to beat again.

#simon riley x you #ghost x reader #ghost x you #simon riley x reader #gn reader #no use of y/n #cod x reader #MotherHonoursWriting

[spacedace]

Yo here have this dp x dc snippet from ages ago I forgot I wrote until I found it just now lol:

Joker had died just after sunset, when darkness had settled fully on Gotham. Beaten horribly with a blunt, metal object of sickeningly familiar description, then finally killed in the concussive force of an explosion from the various bombs the warehouse had been filled with.

It felt obvious who it had to be.

Except, of course, that Dick was looking at cctv footage and official court documents showing just how fucking impossible it was for Jason to have finally taken the clown out for good.

At the time everything had to have happened his little brother was across the city, in a public place, with official witnesses.

Official, official witnesses. They - one Margaret Tinsel - had signed their name as such, right next to their notary stamp and the date on the marriage license.

Marriage License.

Because Jay had been over at the courthouse next to city hall getting married.

Dick only found out he’d been dating Jasmine Nightingale a couple of weeks ago. He hadn’t even properly met her yet, just saw her from the roof across the street as she and Jay sat on her fire escape sharing a pint of ice cream, laughing and looking stupidly adorable and smitten with each other. And now they’re married.

How in the fuck was he going to explain this? Bruce was already spiraling on the idea that Jay had killed Joker, he’d want specific details on just how tight of an alibi Jason had for the crime. He’d want to see that proof himself.

And then he’d want to talk to Jay. Who hadn’t told any of them what the fuck was going on in his personal life. Who had very purposefully tried to keep Jasmine Nightingale - shit, no she applied for a name change, they both had, they were both Nightingale-Todd now - away from the family and their meddling.

Babs on the other end of the line seemed to share his utter loss over the situation.

“I did some digging.” She said, drawn out enough to let him know that whatever she found - while not bad - sure as shit wasn’t going to make things any easier to explain. “They’ve uh…as best I can tell, they’ve been dating for about three years now.”

Three years.

Jesus Christ. How in the hell is he going to break that news? Did he even break that news? That’s something that Jay should do.

Except Jay just got married less than two hours ago at the same time the Joker was violently - and karmically satisfyingly - murdered and there was absolutely no way that letting Bruce go over there to talk to Jay while all Batman-ed up was going to lead to anything but a fight, which means that he has to break that news or else Jay and his new wife - his wife holy fucking shit - are going to have to deal with a pissed off Batman on their honeymoon and -

“Oh.” Tim said from where he’d come to stand at Dick’s shoulder at some point during his internal freak out. “I guess they decided to do the courthouse thing after all.”

The train wreck of Dick’s thought process, at that point, entirely exploded.

#dc x dp #dp x dc #danny phantom #batman #jazz fenton #jason todd #dick grayson #barbara gordon #the joker #anger management #anger management ship #dp x dc anger management #tim drake #poor Dick is just having a *time* with all of this #How does Tim know? #Dating Danny & has the inside scoop? #Just knows everything about the personal lives of his family because stalking is his love language? #Was just a really damn good detective & thought everyone else also knew? #combination of all the above? #who knows! #Major perk of dating/marrying the adopted daughter of the Ancient of time is that as long as kt doesn’t risk the timeline #Clockwork will totally let you time travel so you can kill that mother fucking evil clown while having the most solid alibi ever #(Danny & Jazz helped along with like half the ghosts in Gotham because Joker was the cause of SO MANY deaths) #batfam

[katakaluptastrophy]

"I’ve already pretty much revealed that Alecto begins with the descent of Christ into Hades." - Tamsyn Muir

That's right...it's time for more Bible study for fans of weird queer necromancers!

It's currently Holy Week, the week where Western liturgical Christians reenact the events of Jesus' death and resurrection in real time. And today, it's Holy Saturday. So Jesus died on the cross on Good Friday. He rises from the dead on Easter Sunday. But what happened in between? His body lay in the tomb...but his spirit was otherwise preoccupied. Because on Holy Saturday, Jesus went to Hell.

But why would Jesus go to Hell? Because the resurrection was not just about saving the people who came after it - it was a bit more...wibbly wobbly, timey wimey.

To be a bit more specific, he didn't visit Hell Hell. The place Jesus visited isn't Hell in the sense of eternal punishment of the damned, but Hades or Sheol or the Underworld or Limbo - a place for those who were mostly good but lived before Jesus' resurrection had made salvation possible. So before his resurrection, Jesus went to make that salvation retroactive. Particularly, according to tradition, to major figures from the Old Testament, including Adam and Eve.

So Nona the Ninth ended with Harrow walking off into the River in search of theological truth. And Alecto the Ninth apparently begins with Harrow in Hell:

Alecto the Ninth, ACT ONE HARROW IN HELL CHAPTER 1 At a point in the slit she was carving through life, Harrowhark Nonagesimus woke to find herself lost in a dark wound. She had been walking when it had all gone black– any path ahead or behind was blotted out; now she was here.  - Tamsyn Muir reading at TorCon

This is riffing heavily on the beginning of Dante's Inferno:

"In the middle of the journey of our life I came to myself within a dark wood where the straight way was lost." - Dante Alighieri, Inferno

But lots of people go to Hell. What's so special about Harrow going there? Because the traditional name in English for Jesus' chthonic salvation adventures on Holy Saturday is "the Harrowing of Hell." "Harrow" comes from an Old English word meaning to attack or despoil - a very martial way of expressing the idea of Jesus as the victor over sin and death.

Harrow ended NTN realising that she cannot trust John's account of metaphysics. That she needs to discover the reality for herself. The faith of the Nine Houses and John's own styling as god rests on the foundation of the Resurrection - John is the "ransomer of death, scourge of death, vindicator of death", his power is understood to be absolute: "Let the whole of everywhere entrust themselves to him. Let those across the river pledge beyond the tomb to the adept divine."

And yet even that prayer - "let those across the river..." - introduces doubt. Magnus jumps in to silence Abigail when she expresses her heretical belief in the River beyond, and Harrow herself scoffs that "it has been thousands of years since anybody bothered to believe in the River beyond." Abigail believes that John knows nothing about what exists beyond the River. And what about Hell? In HTN, Ulysses the First is described as "languishing in Hell" after his run-in with a Resurrection Beast. John himself describes the stoma as "the mouth to Hell", "a portal to a place I cannot touch - somewhere I don't fully comprehend, where my power and my authority are utterly meaningless."

In the Book of Revelation - the Bible's account of the end of the world - Jesus holds "the keys of death and Hell". John may have resurrected the dead, but he does not comprehend what is beyond it. Both the destination of the good, the River beyond to which the souls of little Isaac and Jean should have traveled lightly after their short and brutal lives, and the Hell that lies beneath the stoma are outside of his power. He is a few keys short of the full divine bunch. He can manipulate death, but he is not really its master.

And so Harrow walks off into the River to look for something or someone she can call god. Harrow, who shares a name with the defeat of death across time and space. Harrow, who is of the unbroken line of Anastasia. Anastasia was kind to Alecto, who like Eve is the mother of all and like Adam walked on the empty earth with god.

In Orthodox icons, the Harrowing of Hell is depicted with Jesus triumphant, leading Adam and Eve by the hand from their tombs. The traditional term for this image is an anastasis, the Greek term for resurrection. Adam and Eve, whose sin broke the intended shape of reality, are restored to wholeness with god.

How will Harrow answer her questions about god? What really is beyond the stoma and what would it mean to conquer it? What does it look like, metaphysically, to restore the world of The Locked Tomb to wholeness, and what will it cost?

#the locked tomb #tlt meta #harrowhark nonagesimus #john gaius #alecto the first #anastasia the first

[hippolotamus]

Fuck it Friday 🔥

Tagged by the always talented @daffi-990 @thewolvesof1998 @giddyupbuck @weewootruck @wikiangela @jesuisici33 @spotsandsocks mwah! Thank you loves!

Writing has been… nonexistent this week. But I felt a lil spicy and decided to add something from honey when you call my name (prev snippet here) I’m not 100% happy with all of it but here we are.

Never in Eddie’s wildest dreams did he anticipate how desperate — how responsive — Buck would be just from kissing and barely anything else. He had hoped and imagined, but the sight before him is truly a gift.

How many times has he himself longed to take their casual touches and turn them into something else? Something more. Something he’s certain would be all consuming, that he would let devour him.

All Eddie knows right now is the citrus vanilla sunshine scent of Buck surrounding him. The way Buck tries to roll his hips even though he can’t because Eddie’s still got him pinned to the counter. Every twitch, gasp and whine is angelic and holy to Eddie’s ears. A chorus he aches to hear composed into a divine litany of pleasure, written in the key of Buck’s rasps and moans.

“Baby.” The pet name falls effortlessly from Buck’s mouth. Eddie’s not even sure he realizes he said it. “Need- need you.”

Buck’s fingers curl around the hem of Eddie’s shirt, blunt nails scraping against the skin. Christ, Eddie could drop to his knees right now. But Buck deserves better. He deserves a hell of a lot more than a sloppy blow job in the kitchen. Eddie wants to show him precisely how desirable and wanted he is. How absurdly insane Eddie felt watching him kiss someone else.

no pressure tagging @shortsighted-owl @eddiebabygirldiaz @spaceprincessem @hoodie-buck @stereopticons @elvensorceress @disasterbuckdiaz @monsterrae1 @mysteriouslyyounggalaxy @eddiediaztho @forthewolves @chaosandwolves @wildlife4life @heartshapedvows @loserdiaz @your-catfish-friend @statueinthestone @buddierights @911onabc @the-likesofus @fionaswhvre @barbiediaz @eowon @ladydorian05 @honestlydarkprincess @pirrusstuff @watchyourbuck @steadfastsaturnsrings @gayedmundodiaz @exhuastedpigeon if you wanna

#fic: honey when you call my name #hippo writes #one day i’ll get them up to the bedroom #buddie wip #hoping i didn’t forget to tag anyone

[idkwhatimdoinghere1655]

Australian GP 2024!

Mads' Race Recap!

Oh my jesus lord christ alive this was a goddamn good day. OK, I'll try to remain calm, but that is VERY difficult under the circumstances of my 3 best boys getting the podiums. But, I shall do this in order of constructors. Also, thanks to @lipringlrh for edging me through the entire bloody race cause she knew what happened, I swore I was going to be sick.

Red Bull - Nice qualis from Max, and I can't say I wasn't happy with Checo's three place penalty, just because I definitely think it helped the main race. Everything was all honky dory, then Carlos overtook and I was just like 'OK Carlitos, sure'. Then Max was slowing down... Then Lando and Charles passed, and the everyone else. The brakes were smoking, I was screaming out of pure joy. Now, don't take this the wrong way, I love Max. BUT, this provided my boys some very good opportunities. I reckon if Checo hadn't gotten the penalty, he could've tried to pip in front, but I won't dwell on what didn't happen.

Ferrari - WE GOT A FUCKING FERRARI 1-2 BABYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!! HOLY FUCKING SHIT WHEN I TELL YOU I LOST MY GODDAMN MIND IT IS UNPARALLELED! Anyway, I'll be constructive, for a moment, at least. Charles and Carlos had some mental quali pace, so how they didn't get pole is a little crazy to me. Alas, none of that matters now. The second I saw Max go, I was like 'oh fuck we've got it'. Carlos DOTD and race winner, barely 2 weeks after having his appendix out and he doesn't have a seat?! Absolutely diabolical. It was sweet how he went back to singing Smooth Operator, I was waiting for it. When I heard the commentators saying that they may swap the positions so that Charles could lead the WDC, I was shitting it. Yes, I wanted Charles to win, but I didn't want it to be because of something stupid like team orders. Charles can win without needing it handing to him, and it would've been so damn disrespectful to Carlos. Every year that a team has finished 1-2 in Melbourne, they've gone on to win both championships... It's our year, I'm telling you.

So happy to see them back at the top, both of them did incredibly, Charles was pulling pace out of God knows where for that fastest lap. And the strategy was good???? Like, bringing Charles in when he said he needed to? Listening??? Nice stuff. Hearing the Spanish and Italian anthems was absolutely amazing. Also, I feel like this really highlights how special Ferrari is. The team were screaming that Italian anthem like there was nothing more important to them, and they were all hugging and having a whale of a time. It was just so fucking nice to see Charlandos up there, so fucking good. So so so so so happy, Forza Ferrari. Everyone is a Ferrari fan.

McLaren - OK, so, quali wise, Lando kinda came out of nowhere. I feel like Oscar was just... There? We were racing, it was the 'rarri 1-2 with Oscar in P3 at his home race, it was lovely stuff. Then they swapped the positions. Can someone please tell me why they swapped the positions? Pretty sure it was something to do with either less pace or more recent pitting or something, but I'm not 100% sure. As much as I love Lando, I wanted him to stay down in P3 just for that Ferrari 1-2. I needed it. The last few laps, I was looking at the delta between Charles and Lando, and I was relieved to see that it wasn't changing. Super happy for Lando, Oscar did loads better at his home race, nice one for all.

Mercedes - What the hell is going on here? Like, Lewis' qualis weren't good, George's were fine, nothing bad but nothing spectacular. Now the race was something else. I can't really blame Lewis for his problem, since it was a mechanical issue obviously as opposed to driver error. From what I saw of George, he didn't even do anything that bad. One minute he was fine, the next he was turned on his side. I may not want Merc to get points, but I don't want a crash to be the reason why. He's OK, so that's all that really matters. But, as for the car in general, there's something wrong with it. It's not just a one week thing where it's a bit off, this has been consistent. Yes, George had a nice P3 in qualis the other week, but the pace just wasn't there at all in the race. I just don't know what's going on with them at the minute, and the fact that they're so behind the Ferraris and McLarens is concerning.

Aston Martin - Pretty mediocre all together, I've seen varied opinions on Fernando's 20 second pen. Some said he was kinda to blame for George's crash, from what I saw, he was just avoiding George after the fact. I don't really know, so I won't comment until I watch another replay. But yeah, nothing too special, but they do need to up their game.

VCARB/RB/REDBULLSHITTYEDITION - Yuki Tsunoda. Well bloody done babe. Got extra points thanks to the Fernando penalty, even if I didn't really see him during the race like... at all. But, he must've done a pretty damn good job to end up all the way in eighth before the end of the race. Now, Daniel. What is this man doing? 12th is not bad, but when your teammate with less experience in the same car is doing that much better than you in your home race, you know something's up. I love Danny Ric, but Carlos is more likely to get that Red Bull seat than he is at this rate. Slightly disappointed, I won't lie.

Haas - Both drivers getting points? OK, OK. I actually think Kevin could've gotten higher in qualis if Checo hadn't impeded, but I'm glad Checo was put down on the grid. Overall though, nice drive from both, nice to see them get points.

Williams - Right, realistically, what harm would it have done to let Logan drive? It wasn't his fault, Alex has fucked it at that circuit so many times at the same place, and Alex didn't even get points. It wasn't fair, and he took it like an absolute champ. #justiceforlogiebear #cancelwilliams

Kick Sauber - These guys need to fix their pitstops I swear to God. How many times are they going to get that wheel nut stuck on? They did 1 good one for Valtteri, but they screwed up all the others. Zhou's pitlane start was unfortunate after it looked like his front wing just... fell off. Someone said the car reminds them of a wheelie bin, I completely agree and can't see it any differently.

Alpine - Pierre 's fault for getting the 5 second penalty, but other than that, they were shit as usual. Pierre was running pretty high for a little while, then just kind of... fell back. I can't help but laugh at them, I know it's mean, I just find it so bloody comical. I think FC Versailles is just a distraction, but he has just invested in a Tier 3 league, unheard of French football team... Nice one, I guess.

#f1 #formula 1 #australian gp 2024 #ferrari #ferrari f1 #mercedes #red bull #red bull f1 #mclaren #mclaren f1 #aston martin #kick sauber #haas f1 team #visa cashapp racing bulls #vcard #rb #williams racing #alpine f1 #charles leclerc #lando norris #carlos sainz #charlandos #charlos #carlando #charlando

[henrysglock]

A Little Catholic Calendar Math for March 1959

Something I can't believe I didn't do earlier, especially regarding my book of revelation post (here) is the calendar math on the Creel murders for both Henry and Edward.

Specifically, I want to talk about Easter of 1959.

As we know, Edward's murders occurred late on March 21st, 1959, and the bodies were discovered the next morning: March 22nd, 1959.

(lifted from Em's post here)

Can we guess what that Sunday was? Anyone?

It was Palm Sunday.

Palm Sunday being when Jesus enters Jerusalem, marking the beginning of Holy Week.

It also happens to be the day Edward would have officially been entered into HNL.

Interestingly, the Saturday before Palm Sunday is known as Lazarus Saturday, as it marks the day when Jesus raised Lazarus from the dead as proof that he would be resurrected when the time came.

A miracle of resurrection...on the night of Edward Creel's murders. (Staring at El's resurrection powers, featured front and center in ST4...)

Now, as we also know, the Creel boys ended up in a week-long coma:

That next Saturday is Holy Saturday, also known as Black Saturday or Easter Vigil...

...Commemorating Christ's descent into Hell.

—cough cough—

Anyway.

Edward, then, would have woken up on Easter Sunday:

...making his story an altered version of the resurrection of Christ.

That was Edward. Now, let's talk about Henry.

Henry's murders took place the night of Wednesday, March 25th, 1959, and the bodies were discovered the next day: Thursday, March 26th, 1959.

Holy Wednesday and Holy Thursday respectively.

What's so special about Holy Wednesday?

Holy Wednesday, also known as Spy Wednesday, is the day that Judas betrayed Jesus.

The bodies, then, were discovered on Holy Thursday, the last mass before Easter.

Then Henry, like Edward, has his coma. However. This seven-day coma means that Henry does not wake up on Easter Sunday.

He wakes up on April Fools.

He's a false Christ. He's not the droid we're looking for.

None of these dates line up again until...you guessed it: 1986

Chrissy dies on March 21st, Friday of Sorrows. She's found on March 22nd, Lazarus Saturday. Fred dies on Lazarus Saturday. Max is cursed on March 23rd, Palm Sunday. Patrick dies on March 25th, Holy Tuesday. Max falls into a coma on March 27th, Holy Thursday. The full gang meets up after the 2 day jump: March 29th, Black Saturday.

Season 5 will pick up after March 30th: Easter Sunday, 1986.

All of this corroborates what I've been saying since March: We've got a holy trinity, but it's not the one you think it is.

As I laid out in my Book of Revelation post, Edward/Vecna/001 has a frankly insane amount of Catholic God coding.

Here are some highlights, if you don't want to read the entire thing:

Our Holy Trinity, in Stranger Things, is likely Edward, Brenner, and the Shadow. Christ the Son, God the Father, and the Holy Spirit.

And all of this...with Henry and El as false/failed Christs, scapegoats for the real deal (see: El being blamed for both One and Vecna's murders, when in fact she's been standing against both the entire time).

This post also serves as my retraction re: Will as Christ. (Gasp! James retracting a statement? Say it ain't so...) I'd like to send the statement in another direction, because this isn't me saying that Will is unimportant. While, in my opinion, Will is not a part of our big Holy Trinity...I personally see him as a prophet, much like St. John of Patmos, rather than one of the Big 3. That's not to say I'm staunchly against him as a Christ figure, but it just doesn't hit quite right for me anymore.

#stranger things and the bible #henry creel #edward creel #timeline theory #stranger things

[atinylittlepain]

Rad Times at the Roller Rink - A Steve Harrington Story

Steve Harrington x f!punk!reader/f!oc

Steve's feeling like he's losing his touch with the ladies. He meets someone new, and her piercings make him weak in the knees. Maybe he's still got it.

warnings | 18+ but really no warnings, just fluffy exposition

a/n | this follows directly from the events of my Robin Buckley fic, so I recommend reading that first as this might not make much sense without it. I think I'll probably continue this little roller rink AU for both Steve and Robin :)

Steve is not having a good night. Hell, he’s not really having a good week. Max has been prodding him around the roller rink for the last thirty minutes, and the two times he’s fallen flat on his ass, she’s skated circles around him, laughing at his flailing attempts to get back up. He thinks to himself that this must be some sort of karmic retribution for all the bullying he did in highschool. 

He was supposed to be going out with Gina Hemshaw tonight, but she had canceled last minute, and that plus the rejection from the new girl at Family Video earlier in the week isn’t doing much for his ego. He supposes that’s why he got wrangled into chaperoning his little band of dipshits for the night, a distraction from the seeming reality that Steve was losing his touch with the ladies. 

After his third fall of the night, Steve decides he’s had enough, leaving Max to torment some other poor soul while he wobbles off to a bench to get these damn wheels off his feet. As he’s unlacing his skates, Robin’s scraggly converse come into view. She’s a wheezing wonder as she motions to his fanny pack. The kids had given him endless grief for the little bag he slung around his hips, but how the hell else was he supposed to keep track of two inhalers (Robin’s and Dustin’s), car keys, an epi-pen (Mike’s), and a wad of presumptuous band-aids? 

He passes her her inhaler (an “R” sharpied on the side to tell the two apart) and she’s quick to calm her gasping breaths down.

“You. are. Never. Going. To. Believe. This!” She thrusts her forearm right under Steve’s nose, barely catching a glimpse of the scribbled numbers.

“Holy shit, who?” Robin’s got a smug grin as she tells him it’s the new girl, the one that came into Family Video earlier, the very same one who had rejected him. Steve high fives his friend, doing his best to look excited for her, but on the inside, he’s a swirl of relief and horror.

Relief that now there was a very good reason for her rejection of him, namely that he was a him. Horror that he had asked her out in the first place. Sure, Steve could be clueless, but he had genuinely thought she was flirting with him. How could he not tell she wasn’t interested? Damn Harrington, you really are losing it.

Robin snaps him out of his thoughts, waving her hand in his face, “earth to Dingus. Come in Dingus, you alright?”

“Hmm? Oh, yeah. That’s awesome, Robs. Hey, I need some fresh air, will you tell the kids I’m out by the car?” She sighs, “yeah, no problem. You sure you’re ok?” He finishes lacing his own shoes back up, standing, “yeah, just have a headache.”

Robin seems to buy that answer, flittering off to get a soda and find the kids. Steve returns his skates and heads out to the parking lot, leaning up against the driver’s side of his car, letting his head tip back. He sighs and the exhale turns more into a groan. 

“You ok?” 

“Jesus christ!” Steve’s startled straight out of his skin, he whips around to see where the question came from.

“Not quite, just me. Sounds like you’re having a rough night.” He swallows hard, seeing that it’s a girl who scared the living daylights out of him, and Steve has to do a double take when she steps a little closer to him. He does his best not to let his eyes linger too long on her fishnet-clad legs, wandering up to a short tartan skirt that’s adorned with a dangling chain belt. He assumes she’s wearing a band tee, but he can’t be sure because he doesn’t recognize the name and the shirt is also cropped and chopped like crazy, neckline stretched and sliced so it hangs off her one shoulder. A denim vest to top it off, with safety pins clipped through the button holes and a few sewn-on patches mottling the sides. 

“Hey, buddy. You good?” Steve blinks hard a few times, finally focusing on her face. 

“Um, yeah. Sorry, just ready to go home I guess.” He can’t stop looking at the piercing in her nose, a thin metal cuff wrapping under her left nostril. She’s also got a hoop in the corner of her one eyebrow. Steve’s never seen anything like it. Certainly not in Hawkins. 

She kicks the toe of her Doc Martens into the ground, sidling up next to him to lean back against his car.

“Is the roller rink not really your scene?” Steve snorts, glancing over at her, “I feel like I should be asking you that.” She laughs, throwing her head back and Steve swears he sees something glinting on her tongue. Suddenly his throat feels very dry.

“Nah, definitely not. I’m just here to pick up my sister.”

“Do you always get this dressed up to pick up your sister?” Steve regrets it the moment it’s left his mouth. What the hell was he thinking? She however just laughs again, and yeah, her tongue is definitely pierced.

“I’m on my way home from a concert. Told my folks I’d grab her on the way back. So what about you? What’s brought you to this lovely roller rink parking lot?”

“My kids–”

“You have kids. Either you started way too early or you have a serious skincare regime.” Steve laughs hard at that.

“No, no. They’re not my kids, well they’re–”

“Steve! I need my inhaler!” Ah, Dustin Henderson, always a master of timing.

The young teen comes barreling up to Steve, not giving him a second to react before he’s grabbing at the fannypack still slung around his front. Steve swats at his hands.

“Jesus, man! Just, patience, alright? Back off. Here, take it.” He passes the inhaler to Dustin who promptly takes two succinct puffs.

“Thanks, you’re gonna skate some more, right? Max said you fell on your ass a bunch but you can’t get better if you don’t practice.” Steve could strangle the kid, honestly. Before he can say anything more though, Dustin’s attention is drawn to his female companion.

“Woah. Your face.”

“Henderson!” Steve is mortified. She however is cackling.

“Cool huh, kid?” Dustin nods his head frantically.

“Those had to have hurt. How bad did they hurt?” She shrugs, “eh, these two weren’t so bad. This one however,” she briefly flashes her tongue to them, showing off a metal ball right in the middle, “yeah, that one made my eyes water.” 

“Holy shit. So cool. Wait, why are you talking to Steve then?” Steve huffs, grabbing Dustin by the shoulders and spinning him back towards the rink entrance.

“Alright, that’s enough, Henderson. Go skate some more, yeah? Tell the others to come out when you’re all done.” He pats him hard on his back, more of a light shove really, and for once, Dustin seems to get the hint, shuffling back into the rink with a few mutters under his breath. 

He turns back to her, rubbing the back of his neck. She quirks her eyebrow at him, metal glinting with the movement.

“One of yours, I presume.” He sighs, mumbling, “yeah, something like that.” He tries to discreetly unclip the fanny pack from his waist, tossing it into the open window of his car. 

“Well, Steve. Since I know your name I should probably formally introduce myself,” She extends her hand out to him, telling him her name as they shake. He feels like a dope for thinking that he likes how her hand fits with his.

“I feel like I would’ve remembered seeing you around. Are you new to Hawkins?” She nods, explaining that her family just moved here this past week. A lot of folks moving here all of a sudden. She tells him that she’s just living with her parents for the summer, having graduated from college in the spring. She’ll be moving into an apartment in the fall, starting as the Hawkins Middle School music teacher. Steve does his best to not look shocked at the idea of her working with kids, but she catches his raised eyebrows and grins.

“What, you think these piercings aren’t removable?” He stutters, “No! I just– Well, I um– You–”

“I’m just messing with you man. But yeah, it’s not that hard to tone it down, you know? Just gotta go like half-punk, or maybe a quarter punk in this town.” He swallows his embarrassment, nodding.

“Well, if you’re here to stay, whatever fraction of punk you are, maybe I’ll see you around. I work at the Family Video in town.”

“Oh yeah, my sister went in there the other day, said there was a really chatty dude working, tried to ask her out.” She huffs out a laugh, shaking her head. Steve blanches at her words. Oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit.

Just then, someone calls her name and sure enough, it’s the girl from Family Video, the one who rejected Steve and scribbled her phone number on Robin’s arm, walking out of the rink. For a moment, Steve ponders the desire to be struck by lightning, or even to spontaneously combust. Anything to get him out of this interaction.

“Hey sis, good concert?” Family video girl sidles up next to her, throwing her arm around her shoulder.

“Eh, not much of a scene here in the sticks.” She scrunches her nose, pushing off of Steve’s car to walk them both over to her station wagon. Her sister glances at Steve, eyes widening in recognition.

“Hey, I know you! Steve, right?” Steve wants to say “no, wrong guy, sorry” but all he can do is sheepishly nod. He thinks to himself, great, she’ll want nothing to do with me after her sister tells her I was the creep who hit on her.

Before Family Video girl can talk, cool girl chimes in, “Steve here has been keeping me company while you stayed later than you said you would. It’s five past midnight, duck. I said 11:30.” So-called “duck” looks between her sister and Steve, seeming to decide something. She mutters a slanted “sorry” before huffing over to the passenger side and slipping into the car. Steve turns his attention back to her, raising his eyebrows.

“Yours, I presume?” She laughs, nodding, before shooting him a crooked smile.

“Something like that.” She tilts her head at him, “maybe it’s the feet fumes wafting from the rink driving me to madness, but would you wanna keep each other company again some time?” Steve’s heart kicks, he smiles.

“Yeah, I’d really like that.” “You got a pen? Can I give you my number?”

Steve pats his pockets, panicking for a moment when he comes up empty. And then, like a strike of lightning, he remembers the fanny pack.

He mumbles, “give me one sec” as he gracelessly shoves his torso through his car’s open window, fishing around for his pack. Mercifully, there is a pen amidst the first aid detritus in the little bag. Thank god for fanny packs. He wiggles back out of the window, cheeks flushed. She’s smirking at him.

“Quite the show you just put on, Steve.” He flushes a little harder as she takes the pen from his hand and grasps his wrist, tugging up his sweatshirt sleeve and scrawling her number on his forearm. He’s never found forearms to be a particularly erotic part of the body, but suddenly, watching her black-polished nails wrap around his wrist, he’s reconsidering that stance.

She hands him back the pen, sending him one more crooked grin.

“Call me, yeah?” He smiles, “Yeah, I will.”

He rests his chin in his hands on the hood of his car, watching her get into her station wagon, sending him a little salute. Her sister also looks at Steve, and shoots him an ‘ok’ symbol with her hand. His stomach drops, but he decides to interpret that as meaning she’s not going to tell her sister about their first encounter, at least he prays that that’s what it means. 

As he watches their station wagon pull out of the parking lot, he hears Robin calling his name, turning to see the brigade coming towards him and his car. The kids all pile into the back and Robin takes shotgun, immediately turning towards Steve in a flurry of activity.

“So I did talk to phone number girl a little more. We shared a cherry cola, isn’t that rad?” Steve quirks his face at Robin using the word “rad,” but lets her continue. 

“And, I assured her that you’re not a pervert, just a very hopeless guy who isn’t good with social cues and she said it was all good which is great because that means we can all hang out and it won’t be awkward because of your painful attempts at flirting and she said she has a sister who’s also been striking out in the dating department so maybe we could set you two up and maybe one day we’d even be in-laws, oh my god, that’d be perfect we’d actually be family and she’s so cool, did I tell you that already? She said–”

Just then, Robin glances at Steve’s forearm, shirt sleeve still rucked up.

“Hey! Look, we both lucked out tonight, dingus! Who’d you pick up in the parking lot? You know, I get that you’re desperate, but honestly, Steve? That’s a new low even for you, hitting on people in the parking lot of the roller rink. You’re better than that, and honestly as your friend I think that–”

“Hey, Robs. I think there’s more tootsie pops in my pack. It’s on the floor by your feet.” Her eyes light up and she’s already forgotten the word vomit tirade she was on, digging around in Steve’s fanny pack for a sucker. He knows her too well. She obviously hadn’t taken the time to compare hers and Steve’s temporary tattoos, because if she did she would’ve found that Steve had the exact same numbers scrawled up his arm that she did, a shared landline between the two new sisters in town. Steve figures to himself that that’s on a need to know basis, and right now, there’s no need to get Robin worked up again when she’s already got another tootsie pop in her cheek.

When he gets home that night after dropping everyone off, he stops in front of his bathroom mirror. He knows it’s silly, but for a moment he wonders how he’d look with a nose ring.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington imagine #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things

[greazyfloz]

I need some Jack Hughes angst please

Toxic

Angst: 21. “When did we become so toxic?” & 10. “xxx and we are done”

-Sad Ending-

Jack and I just left the honeymoon period. We have been going in circles following this non-stop loop, We fight, we break up, one of us apologizes (typically sex driven apologies), we come back, he are happy, then we fight and the circle goes on and on. I don’t know what changed but we went from glued to the hip to wanted almost nothing to do with eachother. There isn’t one thing in particular we fight about, but when one of us is slightly annoyed with one another, it’s known. At first, we were good at keeping it pretty private when we fought, but Jack has been more comfortable with fighting in front of friends and his family. 

Tonight Jack and I made plans to stay in and have a movie night since he is getting back from a road trip. I cleaned the apartment and search through Pinterest to find something nice to cook supper waiting for him to arrive. He said earlier he would be home right before supper, and it is getting close to the time we usually eat so I picked a random recipe that ended up being quite fancy. 

Jack doesn’t come home for supper and I called and texted him about 5 times because I was starting to get worried. I heard nothing. I didn’t put the supper away i just threw it out before getting ready for bed. 

Around 1am I hear the front door open and close waking me up. I hear Jack open the fridge and search around before grabbing a beer. I could tell he was drunk by how loud his feet fit the floor as he made his way around the kitchen. He comes into the room slamming the door behind him making me jump. I sit up in bed and look at him. “You moving or something” Jack says holding my laptop in his hands

“What are you talking about Jack?” I say tired of this.

“Stop acting stupid Y/n” He says throwing my laptop towards me. I lands beside me then starts to slowly slip off the bed

“Jesus Christ Jack! Be careful!” I say catching my laptop before falling off, “I can’t just go out and buy a new one!” I say as Jack opens my laptop setting it on my lap. The tab that is open was a Zillow page of 1 bedroom apartments in outside of New York. 

“Why are you saving up?” he says. “When you going?, HUH?! When you leaving Y/n” he continues getting louder

“Do not yell at me. Not tonight!” I say back, “I haven’t even been on my laptop in two weeks. Remember two weeks ago? The last time you were a total jackass!” I say in defense starting to raise my voice. Jack shakes his head and lets out a dark almost mean chuckle

“You’re going to blame me?” he says, “What the hell is wrong with you?” 

“Yes Jack, I am going to blame you!” I say, usually by now I would start crying but I am way too fired up. “What happened to our night in tonight? I was here, where were you?”

“Oh come on, you are starting this with me right now because I went out with my friends instead of babysitting my girlfriend?” he says, “Fine, leave! I don’t care!” he says throwing his hands in the air walking out of the room. 

Without saying a word I grabbed a bag and start to grab things stuffing as much as I can. I make my way down the hall and head towards the front door. As I am putting on my jacket, Jack looks back at me and says “Holy fuck! You are actually leaving instead of trying to work this out? Wow!” he says standing up “Wow Y/n. Grow the fuck up!” I look at him from across the room with no expression on my face. I grab my car keys from the hook on the side and open the door. “Step out that door and we are done” Jack warns. I look at him shaking my head before leaving slamming the door behind me.

I make my way down to my car, and almost automatically cry as I am sitting there staring inside the parking garage. When I finally cleared my eyes I went down the street to the closest hotel since it was too late to bother any of my friends. In the morning I woke up and went back to the apartment to get more of my stuff. I strategically waited until Jack’s morning skate before going up. 

I enter the apartment and and see Jack in the kitchen, “Hey babe” he says sadly wrapping me in his arms but I don’t hug him back. “I’m sorry about last night” he says through his lips pressed in my hair. When he lets go he looks at me confused. “What’s wrong?” he questions. I wanted to scream are you freaking stupid, but this is apart of that never ending cycle.

“I thought you were at morning skate” I start avoiding his eyes, “I’m coming to get some more of my stuff” I continued with tears threatening to fall.

“No no no no. Y/n it was a little fight. I apologized, and I won't forget again” he says knowing I am serious.

“I can’t do this anymore” I say quietly pushing past him and entering the bedroom. He follows behind me. I pack a couple bags and Jack quietly watches. I avoid looking at him while trying to gather my things until I start to pile some stuff at the door. When I look over at Jack sitting on the bed he is looking at me with tears falling down his face. I drop my bags and sit beside him on the bed. I wrap my arms around him and he covers his face in my chest letting the tears fall. I rest my chin softly on his head before saying “When did we become so toxic?”, Jack lifts his head and looks at me. I do everything not to give in. I have never seen Jack so hurt. He clears his throat and looks at me. 

“What can I do?” He says, “Please Y/n, please, tell me how I can make this better” he says sniffling. I stand and look down at him tears now filling my eyes.

“We just need a little time apart” I say before picking up some of my bags and leaving.

#jack hughes imagine #jack hughes #nhl fanfiction #nhl imagine

[holdinbacksecrets]

“i’m so fucking in love with him. i nearly ruined it with your cigarette smoke all over my clothes.”

AN: jungkook x reader. TW: suggestive 18+, language (cursing, sexually explicit), smoking 

“i don’t remember.” your eyes are closed. it’s late september, and the fall season is finally feeling believable. 

“you’re lying. you remember everything, and anything you fear forgetting is written down.” 

you smile, knowing she’s right, and her words are not worth arguing against. 

a cloud of smoke suddenly suffocates your senses. “fuck, the wind blew it. i’m sorry. i’m lucky you’re still friends with me having such a strong disdain for smoking.” 

“you’re charming, even with those damn cigarettes.” your eyelids flutter open, and you down the remaining water in your glass. 

“i’m surprised you’ve never asked me to quit.”

“it’s not my place. i’m sure your mother gives you enough shit, and we all have our things.”

your best friend laughs, and you look over, catching her gaze despite heavy bangs. “we all have our things, but mine is slowly killing me, and yours includes running 20 miles every week. it’s not the same thing.” 

you lean back, feeling the grooves of her apartment wall against your head as your eyelids close again. 

“you can go home you know? i can’t tell if you’re daydreaming or about to fall asleep.” 

“i’m trying to remember— deciding if i want to remember.” you’re lying. he’s always on your mind, and it’s harder to ignore, harder to fight this urge to share. 

“if he’s worth remembering. that’s what you mean right? god, you’re so quiet about everything. we’re out of balance. you’ve seen my ass more times than i’ve heard you laugh.” 

“i don’t drink to the point of stripping, but nice try. i know you think i’m all mysterious and aloof, but i don’t cry in front of anyone else, so shove that up your ass. i know you like that.” 

she chuckles dryly, cheeks hollowing through a final, deep inhale. “god, this shit is too good to quit. maybe i should try running instead.”

“running might surprise you. you’re incredibly aware of your breathing and the feeling of your lungs expanding... something you chase.” 

“what else do you know about me? your eyes are closed half the time. when are you so observant?” 

“when you’re drunk and stripping.” 

“is there something you need to tell me?” her tone is flirtatious and nearly enough to pull an amused reaction from you. 

“i really didn’t see much.”

“did you like it?”

“don’t ask me that. i’m mysterious remember?” 

“what a tease. i can’t get anything out of you. there has to be—”

“jungkook. his name is jungkook.”

“excuse me?” 

“i’m so fucking in love with him. i nearly ruined it with your cigarette smoke all over my clothes.”

“holy shit. you love someone?” 

“apparently i still can. in addition to you, i mean.”

“stop stop stop. we are not talking about me anymore. when did this... what the hell has been happening when you aren’t here?” 

“i don’t even know. i tried to... stop it somehow.”

“what does that even mean? did you tell him to fuck off? did you not let him cum? i need more context than that.” 

“jesus christ. no, god that’s not... i just tried to stay quiet and distant, but he kept catching little glimpses of me, inhibitions free.”

“where?” 

“at the club. the sports club. he’s seen me run. he’s seen me with the kids running program. he boxes.” 

“did he get knocked out watching you run?” 

“what?” 

“because they have to be so focused... of course he’s in love with you. i said it before and i’ll say it again: you’re a fucking tease, and you’re intriguing, which is so much worse.”

“what does that even mean? what am i doing?”

“should i paint a picture for you? you have to believe me because i’ve known you for years, and you’re not the only one capable of observations.” 

“i’m listening.”

“have you ever watched someone in a park? it’s not even on purpose, but you’re suddenly curious as soon as they’re in your line of vision. maybe they’re reading or listening to music with headphones in, leaning back and resting on the palms of their hands. there’s ink on their skin, and that only increases your wonder. suddenly the sun shines, and they thought they were safe beneath a giant oak tree with sprawling branches, and thick leaves, but bright rays cross their face, and their eyes close. you’re just sitting on a bench, and forgot what you were doing because that moment made you remember how beautiful humanity is before reminding you there’s aways something unknown. there’s always room for learning. there’s always the possibility to be curious again. and you know what’s really fucking beautiful and sexy and hot?” the cigarette is crushed beneath her toe despite the ash tray made from glass and pressed lilacs on the coffee table. “watching you move.” 

you’re stunned to silence. 

“i swear it. you’re not the only one who can observe, and i know you think i don’t pay attention. maybe i don’t make lists, but i remember shit, and i remember sitting in the park on a bench and looking away from the beautiful human beneath a tree because you ran by me again. i nearly forgot it was you... sweat on your skin. hair stuck to your neck. t shirt tucked into the waist band of your shorts. it’s so easy for you. you were singing too, completely immersed. so if you’re telling me that’s how he came to know you, then i believe it. that’s a moment you can’t move away from. he could see you expressionless and quiet, with your shirt buttoned up, wearing those damn black slacks a million times after that, but your light will never leave his memory.” 

“what the fuck? what’s wrong with my slacks?” 

she holds her hands up as if to say you asked. she simply painted the picture. 

“is that the only time i’m interesting?”

“no. becoming aware of your interesting is inevitable, but what a way to meet it. i’m sure he agrees. how long has it been?”

“7 months.”

“7... you haven’t said anything to me for 7 fucking months? how much sex have you had? how many times have i complained about my accidental celibacy? jesus christ. i’ll be right back. i need another cigarette.” 

you twiddle your thumbs, and reach for your glass, forgetting it’s empty. 

you know about this light. it’s addictive and annoyingly tangible with him. you’ve started to want it more because now, running isn’t enough. it used to be. the bursts of a fast paced rush could carry you through anything until the next time your feet slipped into a pair of brooks. whenever a desire for more tickled you, this patio is where you’d go. the cigarette smoke cleared it out until it couldn’t. so you ran again until the rush’s high started to die, and the desire found a face, a name, his laughter, and tattooed skin. the desire for another kiss, and his eyes softening before he asked what you want. it was far too easy to tell him everything. 

you’ve never let yourself love beyond your best friend, your childhood dog, and running. you weren’t wanting to love him, but it was impossible to deny the euphoria you found because he was sitting under the oak tree and caught your light without trying to. 

she shakes her lighter after the patio door is closed, and the flame sets the funnel of premature death alight. 

“i think i need to go.”

“wait, no. did i say something wrong?”

“no, you didn’t. i’m just ready to go home.”

“hey, wait. a shift happened. you shifted. you’re not going to break up with him are you?”

“no. i want to tell him what i told you. he doesn’t know.”

“you told me first?”

“i had to feel its truth, and you painted a picture. now i’m sure. thank you.” 

her eyes soften, and she reaches for your hand. “i’m sorry my cigarettes almost ruined it.” 

“don’t be, but i might start charging you for dry cleaning.” 

“only if you tell me all about him.”

“i will. sunday. i’ll be back sunday.” 

“i’m proud of you by the way.”

“me too.” 

#jungkook scenarios #jungkook imagines #jungkook one shot #jungkook drabbles #jungkook blurbs #jungkook fic #jungkook fluff #jungkook suggestive #jungkook reactions #jungkook x reader #bts imagines #bts scenarios #bts one shot #bts reactions

[andtheny]

DPxDC Family Week

Bruce was minding his own business when he felt a chill.

He was just walking down the sidewalk with his hands in his pockets, but the random cold front had him looking up.

There was a kid walking down the sidewalk in the opposite direction. Like Bruce, he had his head down as he walked. He was shivering, wearing an over-sized hoodie, and... it looked like his face was bruised up.

Shit! Bruce thought. Is this a run away orphan?!

"Whoa," Bruce said. "Hold up!"

The kid looked up with wide eyes, then vanished!

"Whoa!" Bruce said. "What the hell?!"

"Sorry!" a kid's voice said, from the empty air. "Um, bye!"

"Wait!" Bruce said.

But... no one was there.

I'm going insane! Bruce thought. I'm talking to myself and hallucinating!

"Are you still here?" Bruce demanded. "Are you an orphan?!"

"No!" a kid's voice said. "I have parents!"

"An auditory hallucination!" Bruce said. "Holy shit, I've gone insane!"

"No!" the voice said. "You aren't insane!"

"Fuck you, voice!" Bruce said. "I obviously am!"

The kid reappeared right in front of Bruce and Bruce flinched backwards, falling and landing on his butt.

"Oh no!" the kid said. "I'm so sorry, sir!"

"Huh?" Bruce said.

"I didn't mean to scare you!"

"Wh-what?" Bruce said.

"You aren't hallucinating!" the kid said. "I'm dead! I'm a ghost! You aren't insane!"

"Holy shit," Bruce said. "I need to send myself to the Arkham Asylum."

"Don't do that!" the kid said, looking panicked. "That place is for crazy murderers!"

"That's why I belong there!" Bruce said. "I'm a crazy murderer!"

"What?!" the kid said, looking terrified.

"I'm always murdering murderers!" Bruce said.

"Oh shit!" the kid said. "Me too! Except they're already dead!"

"What?" Bruce said.

"I kill them over and over again but they keep coming back because they're ghosts!" the kid said. "Um, I decided to be a super hero!"

"Oh my GOD!" Bruce said. "You're definitely a hallucination!"

"No I'm not!" the kid said, pouting. "You have to believe me!"

"Are you an orphan too?" Bruce demanded. "Are you... like... a manifestation of my childhood self?"

"Fuck," the kid said. "You're just like my sister!"

Thank Christ! Bruce thought. He has a sister!

"Oh!" Bruce said. "You're real?"

"Yes!" the kid said. "I'm super real! That's what I've been saying!"

"Then what the hell do you think you're doing out here in the city by yourself?" Bruce said. "Where the fuck are your parents?"

The kid looked nervous. "Um... my parents... uh... they hunt ghosts."

"Huh?" Bruce said.

"They don't know I'm a ghost," the kid said. "So... I have to be really careful, um, because if they find out I'm a ghost they'll hunt me?"

"Oh no!" Bruce said. "I'll adopt you!"

"Huh?" the kid said.

"C'mon," Bruce said. "Let's go talk to Alfred."

"Who?" the kid said.

"My butler," Bruce said. "He'll know what to do."

"You have a butler?!" the kid said, laughing.

"Ugh," Bruce said. "Just come with me! It isn't safe for a teenager to be out in the city without parents!"

"Um, you're not wrong," the kid said. "But what if you're a pedophile or something?"

"Fuck you!" Bruce said. "I'm not a pedophile!"

The kid was laughing.

He's laughing at me?! Bruce thought. What a little brat!

"Sorry," the kid said. "Uh... my name is Danny."

"Uh... hi," Bruce said. "My name is Bruce."

"Nice to meet you," Danny said, smiling shyly. "I can't go with you, but... like... nice to meet you."

"Oh," Bruce said. "Uh... you know what? That's fair."

"Thanks," Danny said. "You be careful okay? Please don't send yourself to a psychiatric ward. Those places are NOT helpful. To anyone."

"Ugh," Bruce said. "I know."

"Cool," Danny said. "Cause... like... um, please don't be offended."

"Huh?" Bruce said.

"Look," Danny said. "Psychiatry is a baby science."

"It is?" Bruce said, frowning. "Uh... hasn't it been around for hundreds of years or something?"

"Technically yes," Danny said. "But... like... the other sciences have been around for THOUSANDS of years."

"Huh," Bruce said.

"Obviously the therapists are doing their best," Danny said. "Um... but they are very stupid and bad at their jobs."

"Holy shit," Bruce said. "Are you a little genius or something?"

"Huh?" Danny said. "No. My sister is a genius, not me."

"Oh," Bruce said. "Okay?"

"Anyway," Danny said. "Um... please don't talk to any therapists!"

"Huh?" Bruce said.

"You're... uh.... you are.... shit, I'm just going to say it."

Bruce scowled and said, "Say what?"

"You're an emotionally vulnerable man!" Danny said. "Those therapists would eat you alive!"

Then, blushing, the kid vanished again.

"What?!" Bruce said. "Fuck you! No I'm not!"

"Yes you are!" Danny's voice said.

The kid was invisible, but still here!

"What the fuck!" Bruce said. "Are you actually dead?!"

"Yes I am!" Danny said. "I'm going to fly away, sir!"

"What?!"

But Danny didn't respond.

"Did you actually fly away or are you fucking with me?!" Bruce shouted.

But the voice was gone. The boy was gone.

"What the fuck," Bruce said. "I've gone insane!"

"You okay?" a random drunk woman said. "Need help, baby?"

"Fuck off!" Bruce said. "I don't need help from anyone!"

"Don't be like that," she cooed. "I can show you a good time."

"Ugh," Bruce said. "Fuck off."

Then he walked away and went back to minding his own business.

#dp #dc #crossover #robert pattinson #the batman 2022 #the batman #danny phantom #one shot

[semi-lover]

school projects/ mike wheeler x reader

_______________________________________________

sum.- mike gets paired up with you for a school project. everyone has said that you were a bitchy popular girl, so mike dreaded working with you, little did he know there was more to you than that.

_______________________________________________

a/n- lots of mike wheeler fics i’ve been doing. enemies to lovers i guess?? some fluff, people hating on you and mike being an ass. will or el aren’t in here because they’re in california. enjoy! xoxo

_______________________________________________

your teacher was handing back tests, groans and sighs could be heard from your fellow classmates as they looked at their scores. you had gotten an %85, right where you needed it to be.

your teacher had been talking about a project, it would take weeks to do and she was assigning the partners. today was the day to find out your partner, starting on the project tomorrow.

you were nervous, your partner would be the person you’d have to work with and be with for the next 2 weeks. you were biting your lip as your teacher had called out the names, “jane and-” her voice had drifted to the back of your head, not paying attention anymore. all your friends had been taken, great now you were stuck with either, matthew smith, jessica davis or the worse option, michael wheeler.

you were pretty sure he hated you, he always gave you dirty looks and he made sure you saw them. you never did anything to the guy, you’re pretty sure you guys were best friends in kindergarten, so what happened? the answer to that, you don’t know yourself.

your teacher has started calling the last of the names, “matthew and” oh god this is it! you thought to yourself, bouncing your leg. “jessica. last is mike and y/n. remember this is the last biggest grade i give you so you must work on this together. each day you work on something different, understand? if you don’t get it done in class, study at one another’s house” your teacher finished explaining. god you knew this was gonna be hell.

“and then i went for the ball, throwing it into the hoop and i-” lucas gets cut off “lucas no one cares!” mike huffs out. “jesus christ what has your panties in a bunch!” dustin asks, rolling his eyes. “you wanna know what? i have to working with fucking y/n l/n for my project. she’s like the rudest girl in school!” mike exclaims. “i don’t know, i’m pretty sure all those rumors are bullshit. i’ve never talked to her though” dustin shrugged his shoulders. “yeah man have you ever even talked to her?” “no but why would people spread them!” mike says, “they’re jealous duh!” responds dustin. “yeah, yeah. we’ll see tomorrow”. “holy shit, tomorrow? already?” dustin asks. “yes tomorrow and for the next two weeks goddammit” mike sighs. “well if she really is how people say, it’s gonna be hell for you.” lucas says, “not helping lucas!” mike groans, rolling his eyes.

the next day your teacher made you sit with your partners. mike had been glaring daggers into the back of your head every time you turned away. you had enough of it! “jesus what the hell is your problem!” you yelled at him, not loud for other people to hear. “what’s my problem?! it’s because your an asshole!” mike shouted back, still not loud enough for other people to hear. “i never did shit to you mike.” you whisper, annoyed at him. “to other people you did!” “like what mike! are you talking about me supposedly being bitchy?” “god you’re so idiotic! all i ever hear is the same damn thing! it’s a fucking rumor for god sake!” you whisper shout, crossing your arms. the bell rings, “whatever, meet me outside in the front after school.” he gets up, walking away.

you walk out, talking to your friends as you see mike, impatiently waiting. you wave bye to your friends, walking to mike. “god why do you hang out with those assholes? oh because you are an asshole!” “god mike are you always this annoying?” you walk to your car, hopping into the driver’s seat “do i seriously have to sit in the passenger’s seat” “it’s my car so yeah you do, unless you wanna walk-” “fine i’ll take the spot.” you roll your eyes, “your place or mine?” you ask mike “mine” you nod, driving as mike gives you directions.

the week ended like that, your friendship with mike was a love hate one, neither of you being the bigger person and just admitting your feelings for one another.

“she’s into me! i know it!” mike says. “why don’t you ask her out then?” lucas asks mike. “it’s not that simple lucas! i don’t like her!” “that’s bullshit, you’ve been talking about her non stop.” dustin says. “yeah because she’s my partner!” “yeah sure, that’s why you bring up details, really detailed details.” lucas says, rolling his eyes. “look if you get with y/n, we could have a double date. maybe even a triple if “suzie poo” wasn’t in ohio.” lucas says, “shut up” dustin says. “lucas that’s absolutely crazy! no way am i asking y/n out-” “ask her out or i’ll tell her what you said about her. ‘y/n was so hot today i-” lucas was cut off, “you wouldn’t!” mike worryingly says. “i would and i will if you don’t tell her your feelings.” lucas says, “it’s irritating watching you guys chase after each other mike”. “seriously.” lucas replies. mike rolls his eyes, knowing they’re only saying this for him to ask the girl of his dreams out.

the next day, you were at his house doing the project as usual. you and mike were talking about stupid stuff, the topic of ‘who do you like’ coming up. “thats for me to know and you never to find out mike” you laugh. “well- well uhm- well the girl i like. she wasn’t as bad as i thought. she-she was nice, no matter what anyone said about her” mike says nervously. “am i self centered or does michael wheeler, has a crush on me, the biggest asshole in the school? and aren’t you supposed to hate me?”, you laugh at mike, smiling. “shut up!” he blushes, hiding his face in his hands. “i like you too, even though you’re an asshole” mike rolls his eyes. “can-can i uhm-” “you can mike.” he kisses you. who knew you would’ve had your first kiss with your enemy, michael wheeler.

© nailovezu 2022

#stranger things #mike wheeler fanfiction #mike stranger things #mike wheeler oneshot #mike wheeler x reader #mike wheeler x y/n #mike wheeler x you #stranger things mike #stranger things x reader #mike wheeler #mike x reader

[jfarvin]

https://youtu.be/WTkRYfxLerI?si=SFWIxumuyKnA1FkU Romans 3:22-24  But now, independently of the law, the righteousness of God is tangible and brought to light through Jesus, the Anointed One. This is the righteousness that the Scriptures prophesied would come. It is God’s righteousness made visible through the faithfulness of Jesus Christ. And now all who believe in him receive that gift. For there is really no difference between us, for we all have sinned and are in need of the glory of God. Yet through his powerful declaration of acquittal, God freely gives away his righteousness. His gift of love and favor now cascades over us, all because Jesus, the Anointed One, has liberated us from the guilt, punishment, and power of sin!It's been a week now, since we gathered to celebrate the resurrection of our Lord, Jesus.  Today we take communion and again remember His death burial and resurrection .  Let us always remember what He did for us.  It is so great that we will not fully comprehend the fullness from salvation to eternity. However, we should try.  Bless You Lord and all that is within me bless Your Holy Name.  Bless the Lord oh my soul and forget not all of Your benefits. Psalm 103:1

With my whole heart, with my whole life, and with my innermost being, I bow in wonder and love before you, the holy God! YAHWEH, you are my soul’s celebration. How could I ever forget the miracles of kindness you’ve done for me? You kissed my heart with forgiveness, in spite of all I’ve done. You’ve healed me inside and out from every disease. You’ve rescued me from hell and saved my life. You’ve crowned me with love and mercy. You satisfy my every desire with good things. You’ve supercharged my life so that I soar again like a flying eagle in the sky! Psalm103:1-5 TPT

And...Its all because of You Jesus!

#ALL BECAUSE OF JESUS

[silverpelt3600]

Halo 2x8 Spoilers!

It is time. It took me a WEEK to find the time to watch this goddamn finale.

Y’all know the drill, this is just stream of consciousness as I watch the episode. Whether it’s coherent or not, either way I’m losing my mind likely!

- pre-episode recap editing goes CRAZZYYY

- okay first scene who is he talking to I’m lost already

- the microscope view was so confusing for a second LMAO. Also this Jeanine girl is literally losing it.

- ALRIGHT YEAH SHE KILLED SOMEONE LMAO. Crazy virus thing? Also the happy music is killing me lol.

- Kai and her team yay! KAI AND HER TEAM OH GOD. Casual explosion that fucks it all up.

- “Master Chief, I speak for the entire UNSC when I say how happy I am to see you back with us” THIS BITCH.

- OOOHHH YEAH JOHN YOU HANG UP ON HER

- OOH. THATS NASTY WHAT JUST CRAWLED OUT OF JANINES MOUTH.

- fuck I feel so bad for John. Totally torn, and the admiral’s little comment of “there’s nothing anyone can do for them” is just the cherry on top. She pisses me off so much lol

- “you have no idea what I can do” FUCK YEAHHHHHH. THATS WHAT IM TALKING ABOUTT, YOU KNOW I LOVE THAT SHIT.

- Cortana my beloved really hoping she’s okay

- Lmao Kai “you ever fire a plasma rifle? You never forget your first”

- NOOO PEREZ

- “What the hell is that?” THAT MY BOYYYYYYY YEAHHHHHH

- THE SLOMO WALK I’m crushing so hard

- oh god the people frozen in the hallways is so creepy…

- OH GOD WHAT THE FUCK THATS SO GROSS FUCKIN TUMOR ARM. THE GUARD TOO? Oh for fucks sake this is nasty

- FOR FUCKS SAKE pulling the Halsey card is wild.

- ooh she’s helping him now. AND AGAIN WHO THE HELL IS HE TALKING TO.

- “you wouldn’t understand. She knows me” what if I cried. What if I started sobbing.

- OUR GIRL SHES IN THE SYSTEMS.

- “You don’t know everything” WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING SINCE WHEN COULD HE DO THAT. Is it because of the artifact’s in the ship?

- holy shit he’s on the Halo. And THE MUSIC. AND CORTANA MY BELOVED.

- “so nice to have you back” I LOVE THEM SO MUCH.

- “do you think it’s been waiting all that time? For you?” Alright y’all are gonna stress me out there’s too much to comprehend.

- Holy shit Kai’s crazy. “How hard could it be” well YEAH but come on. “This is gonna hurt”. NO SHIT. Jesus Christ I can’t handle this much emotional strain.

- Alright SHITS HITTING THE FAN IN COMMAND. Oop but that solves the Admiral problem!

- EUGHH THERES SO MANY. Hold up. Hold the fuck UP. Kwan is having a moment. The “Cohesion” needs to FUCK OFF.

- oh fuck. OH FUCK HALSEY HAS IT.

- GIRLY WHAT ARE YOU DOING GODDAMNIT. Ohhh. I see now. Goddamnit.

- OOOH SHIT CRAZY DUEL TIME NOW. Damn John getting his shit rocked before GETTING BACK UP LIKE A BADASS. “We’re not done” DAMN RIGHT!

- oh damn now I feel sad for the covenant homie.

- yooo okay cryofeezing Halsey that’s an idea.

- KAI. BABY GIRL OH MY GOD PLEASE BE ALRIGHT.

- “that can’t be good” well yeah if I saw several spires shoot out of mountains I’d be pretty worried too.

- Again talking to this guy? And he apparently also talks to Makee? YOO WHAT THE FUCK ITS A LITTLE ROBOT????? And the crack in his visor! I’m so confused now have those conversations been in a different time or in John’s conscience or what??

- And then the episode ends, and with it so goes my sanity.

Alright y’all, end of the season! One hell of an episode fr. Without a doubt season 2 has been a fantastic season, developing so much of this storyline in a profound way. The finale sets up for a lot to be handled in Season 3, so here’s to hoping they get the green light to make it.

John has absolutely become a favorite character of mine, and this season has only reinforced that. So much of my emotions while watching have been in empathy for John, which makes these episodes land so much harder.

And shoutout everyone who’s stuck around just for these little posts I make. I started making them just for fun but I kept up with it since y’all seemed to like it, which is cool because now I have a little catalogue of what I was thinking during the episodes that I can look at in the future. And FOR THE RECORD I’m not gonna disappear until season 3 comes out. I still need to get caught up on the storyline in the games lol.

Alright that about sums everything up I think.

*bows to an applause while a single spotlight shines on me and flowers are thrown onto the stage.*

#halo #halo tv show #john 117 #master chief #halo season 2 #halo spoilers #stream of thoughts #stream of consciousness #losing my mind