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thoughtfullyrainynightmare · 6 months

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Heyy!! I absolutely ✨LOVE✨ your work I've basically been stalking your blog😅. But anyway I was wondering if you could please, please do Nozel, Fuegoleon,and William where their s/o (preferably f!) yells or very calmly (your choice, does not matter which or how) says their full name in front of family/friends/squad (again your choice could be all, depends on you) and their reaction to it. I completely understand if you don't want to do it or it takes you a while to get to it thank you for your work regardless! I wish you well!! ❤❤❤

Hiya! I am overjoyed that you like my fics!!! And though I took my sweet time with this, I hope that you still enjoy it <3

Pairings: Nozel x f!reader, Fuegoleon x f!reader, William x f!reader Fanfic type: Headcanons Genre: hurt-comfort?, and some giggles ?? Total length: ~2k (about 650 words each) Contains: misunderstandings, reader raising her voice to the guys/displays anger to them, they make up in the end ('cause it was a misunderstanding), hurt-comfort, so fluffy ends

Nozel

You had a favourite pen. The kind in which you could change the ink cartilage, and thus keep using the pen for years and years. Though the ink dispensing mechanism had broken some years ago, you held onto the pen itself for sentimental value.

And it was always in a specific drawer in your room.

However, one day when you opened the drawer, the pen case nor the pen were there.

You scrambled through the drawer, first thinking to yourself that it must’ve just been pushed back, but after scouring through the drawer, the box, nor the pen, didn’t surface.

Your mind jumped to the idea of a servant having taken it, but quickly realized that it didn’t make sense. They didn’t go through drawers such as this one. ‘Such as this one’ because they obviously folded your clothes and put them into your clothing drawers. But this one was of no importance to the servants. And even if they had, for any reason, chosen to go through other drawers in the room, the pen case was among the least likely things to take.

Which meant that there was only one other person, who could’ve likely taken it. Your husband.

He was currently with the rest of the Eagles at the squad’s training grounds, and though he was occupied, you wanted to, needed to know now why he had discarded your favourite pen. Yes, sure, it was broken, but there was no harm in holding onto such a small item. You had space!

So, you stomped through the corridors to the training grounds, and spotted him some distance away, looking at his knights. Seeming somewhat uninterested. Or just held his poker face.

This was where he held his poker face. Looked as if nothing had happened.

And it spiked a kind of annoyance, anger even, in you, which made you yell out to him: “Nozel Evander Silva!”

He turned to look.

Other knights turned to look.

The trainings halted for a moment, and everyone just looked at you, glaring at Nozel.

He looked to the knights standing next to him, and said something, before walking towards you, as you crossed your arms and waited for him to get to you. And as he did, he looked at you, with concern on his face, hidden behind the mask of the squad captain.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, the syllables revealing more of his feelings than the expression that quivered, trying to upkeep the facade of a strong, unfaltering squad captain.

“Where. Is. My. Pen?” You asked, feeling the annoyance, almost anger, bubbling to the surface. “You know how much it means to me!” You said with a grave tone, without raising your voice, so that the knights wouldn’t hear. There was no need for them to know such details of your personal life.

His eyes closed in a slow blink, and a sigh escaped his lips. “I was hoping to surprise you,” he said with a hint of melancholy.

You frowned, not sure what, exactly, he meant by it.

“I thought to get it fixed, so that you might use it again, instead of just having it sit in that drawer,” he admitted.

And you... felt a wide variety of emotions. Affection, joy, but also guilt, guilt for having thought that he would have discarded it.

So, you took a step forward, and wrapped your arms around his middle.

He tensed in your embrace, and you could feel the ever so slight movement of his head to look back towards his knights. The look over his shoulder due to the public display of affection.

But he didn’t push away.

And you did let go, after a brief moment. You just needed him to know that he was important to you, and you appreciated the gesture he did for you.

Fuegoleon

Fuegoleon has asked you to find his calendar for him, so that me might go straight from the training session with his knights to the meeting at the castle.

And you happily obliged with the request. After all, you did want to help him with his duties and make his life easier, just like he did for you.

So, you entered his office, and begun looking for the calendar. It wasn’t on the desk, not on first glance at least, so it must’ve been in the desk drawer. Or that seemed like the most likely conclusion to make, which is why you made your way to his desk, circling onto the side of his chair.

Your hands moved to the drawers, but... as your gaze became directed down, you noticed your name on a piece of paper, which made your curiosity pique. After all, because your name was on it, it must’ve concerned you, right? So, it was alright if you looked at what it said on that piece of paper. Right?

You slid the paper along the surface of the desk closer to you, and started skimming it through. But... as you did, and your eyes landed on the line of “...will not be ordered on another mission” anger bubbled inside of you.

What did he mean you weren’t going to be assigned another mission?! Did he not think that you could handle it?!

You clenched the paper in your hand and stormed out of the room with one intention, and one intention only: to find your husband and demand an explanation.

Luckily, you knew exactly where to find him, so you made your way to the training grounds, and locked eyes on him as soon as you were outside.

You walked up to him, as his knights slowly, while trying not to seem like they were looking, looked at you. After all, perhaps there was a need to pause the training, because the captain was overseeing it, after all.

“Fuegoleon. Alexander. Vermillion,” you spoke in a calm manner, but enunciated every name, every syllable, while looking straight in the eye.

You could see his eyes flicker, but he continued to look at you. “Yes?” There was hesitance in his tone, as if puzzled what was the cause of all this.

“What did you do?” You asked, with an equally cold tone as before.

“I... really couldn’t tell you,” he replied with a frown and an uncertain, confused tone as he continued to look at you.

“Mhm,” you hummed with a quirked eyebrow.

“Could we perhaps go to the side to discuss this through?” He suggested, to which you agreed with a nod. There wasn’t, really, a reason to make this into a public spectacle after all, and, he did deserve a chance to explain. He was a reasonable man. After all. It seemed. You had supposed him to be one.

But even before you had stopped on your way to the sidelines, you looked at him while holding that paper forward.

“What does this mean?!” You demanded to know. “Do you not trust me on missions? Is that why you wouldn’t assign me on one anymore?”

He blinked. Looked at the paper. And then back to you.

Then his lips became laced with... hints of amusement, and an apology. “My love... you’re more than welcome to partake on missions in the future. The formulation of ‘will not be ordered’ is simply a technicality to give you more freedom of choosing your missions,” he explained. “Of course the difficulty level of your missions would be expected to only grow, but this is more to give you, on paper, a say as to which mission you will embark on, if there are multiple ones of similar difficulty level active simultaneously.” He pointed to another line on the bottom of the page. “See?” There was another apology in his tone.

“Oh.” You uttered, looking at the line.

“But I do apologise,” he continued. “I should have discussed it with you, instead of having you find out this way.”

“You should,” you said, while looking down to the side. “But... I also... shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions... I know you well enough,” you continued, because, it really would have been out of place for him to just make such a decision as to pull you away from missions entirely all on his own.

“Truce?” He asked, looking at you with a gentle gaze that bore all his affection and devotion to you.

“Truce,” you agreed while feeling warmth on your cheeks.

It had been a simple misunderstanding, and miscommunication. But. It wouldn’t come in between of the two of you.

William

William’s office had been so barren before you had entered his life. Which is why the first thing you got for him, was a plant into his office.

He was a little bit confused about it, but didn’t turn down the gift. And as you explained that it’d make the air in his office better, by producing more oxygen, and would add some life and colour in there, he nodded in understanding.

And he begun taking good care of it. Watered it regularly, changed its soil and gave it nutrients if there was a need. Which really warmed your heart, because ... in a weird way, it was like he was tending to your relationship through the plant.

However, one morning when you entered his office. The plant wasn’t there. Which you thought was odd. So, you looked around the office, and the bedroom, but... it didn’t seem to be... anywhere?

Your mind begun circling with all kinds of possibilities, until... it landed on the plant having died and him having thrown it away. And that made you feel hurt. Sad. Angry.

You had looked at him tend to the plant so carefully, and now he had just thrown it away? You would’ve helped him take care of it, if he had only asked, but instead he has just... disposed of it.

So... he would hear about it. Oh, he would most certainly hear about it.

You walked out of the room with a mission to find him, which is why you begun circling around the base. You looked at every, single, possible room in which you thought he could be, until you spotted him from the window while talking to his knights.

Your hand grasped onto the handle of the window, and you opened it with a swift motion.

“William Thaddeus Vangeance!” You yelled, making him look at you. “Don’t. Move. One. Inch! I need to have a word with you!”

And you closed the window before racing down and outside, where he was still standing, and his knights were... still there? This didn’t really concern them, and it looked like they intuitively realized it as you marched over to William.

“Where is the plant?” You asked, looking straight at him.

He frowned, and his eyes flickered to his knights, to whom he said as a side note: “You’re dismissed,” to which the knights nodded and begun walking away.

“Where is the plant?” You repeated.

He frowned again, as if to connect the dots.

And then it dawned on him.

“Oh, the plant is on the balcony to get a little bit more sunlight,” he replied with a baffled look.

You blinked.

And looked at him.

“It looked a little down so... I thought that some more sun would do it good?” He said, sounding a little but uncertain.

“So... you didn’t .. throw it away,” you uttered out loud, without really meaning to.

“No..?” He said with a questioning frown. “Why would I throw it away?”

“No reason,” you said while cupping his face.

And he continued to give you a baffled look as you placed a kiss onto his cheek.

He really was tending to it. The plant, and your relationship

#black clover fanfiction #black clover headcanons #black clover x reader #fuegoleon vermillion x reader #fuegoleon x reader #nozel silva x reader #nozel x reader #william x reader #william vangeance x reader #fuegoleon vermillion #nozel silva #william vangeance

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7grandmel · 2 months

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Todays rip: 01/03/2024

Thank You, Everybody!

Season 4 Episode 1 Featured on: FINAL BOUT ~ SiIvaGunner: King for Another Day Tournament Original Soundtrack VOL. 3

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Requested by Alex Worm! (Request Form)

God, man. King for Another Day was magical, in so many ways. And I know, I know, that's something I've repeated over and over on here, to where you could almost argue my coverage of KFAD on here is a bit oversaturated - Sunday Morning, September, Here Comes A Thought, Lifelike Waterway...the event was simply overflowing with incredible performances from SiIvaGunner's entire team. Obviously the most exciting part of it all was the finale, and I discussed perhaps the loudest part of that in NIGHTMARESCAPE 〜Unrestrained HyperCam 2〜 (Final Boss Phase 2). Yet, when the dust had settled on that final battle, there was still things to be done. A battle between the tournament's two finalists, yes, but more importantly: A thank you to be given.

It's difficult to grasp just how gargantuan the event was unless you were there to see it all unfold piece by piece, and it's all made yet more jawdropping when you remember that SiIvaGunner still operates entirely as a non-profit, hobbyist endeavor. Back in 2016, the channel had started out as nothing but a pool of pure self-expression, an extended running joke left driven by impulse and commitment to the bit; yet four years in, it had morphed into an entity with continuity, with lore, with running jokes and ongoing storylines...and a devoted group of fans eagerly loving it all. The original King for a Day Tournament back in Season 3 was a rather sharp left turn for the channel's trajectory up to that point, and was only conceived as a way to give the channel something to do during an agonizing copyright strike - yet it wound up being a surprise highlight of the entire year for many of those devoted fans. To have the status quo of the channel's proceedings shaken by a random one-off event, and thus in a way change just what those same fans would expect from the channel in its years going forward...I imagine there must have been a lot of pressure on the SiIvaGunner team in developing the second tournament as a result. In a way, it's sort of felt to me like one of the first ever projects on the SiIvaGunner channel developed specifically to satiate our expectations, rather than subvert them.

What I'm getting at with all this is, that the King for Another Day Tournament was a one-of-a-kind project, one that kept one-upping itself with every step along the way, to the point where several commenters were noting just how insanely high-effort of a project this had turned into - if, for no other reason, than to surpass our expectations. With each MOJO post, each huge-in-scale arrangement, each twist in the tournament's proceedings, it felt more and more like we truly didn't deserve what we were getting. One part that I'm still in awe over was what I covered back in Fall Breaks: as the tournament's two finalists in Mariya Takeuchi and DJ Professor K were about to face off, we were treated to FOUR incredible collaborative arrangements between the two. We were, throughout the entire event, *spoiled* in so many ways, and the excitement through it all was absolutely palpable.

Yet, mere hours before the Grand Finals results were announced, on Christmas Eve of 2019 - we received Thank You, Everybody!

I remember it all clear as day, as one of the first SiIvaGunner rips to make me emotional within just the first few seconds; no, I'd say before I even clicked play. Here was this team of hobbyists, arrangers, composers, musicians of all kinds of trades from all over the world, putting together a project of this scale with no reason but for the love for the medium...And after a project of this scale, they were thanking us. US! The viewers, the fans, who hadn't contributed a single cent, who had no right to demand, no right to expect anything from what the team was to deliver with this tournament. At first glance, it felt completely backwards - until I clicked the video itself and was reminded of what SiIvaGunner truly is. A community.

The team were thanking us for everything else we had done to push them along this crazy ride. For our commitment to following this silly idea for a YouTube channel, for being so vocal about our excitement in so many fields, for speculating and engaging and spreading the word of the tournament throughout the year, and for - in the process of all of that - helping turn SiIvaGunner into a full-on community, scattered as it may at times feel. Yet check the comments on the YouTube upload yourself, and you'll see a community that was - for once - wholly united. Three hundred and nintety-two comments, all of which express the same sentiment, a unified thank-you sent right back for the team for the event they had put together for us.

These feelings are what immediately come to mind when I think of Thank You, Everybody!, but it of course helps that the rip itself is absolutely fantastic at amplifying those feelings. It's not a triumphant, bombastic credits theme - the final results were still to come, after all! - but rather plays to the strengths of Mariya Takeuchi's patented City Pop style for a lo-fi melody cruise. Primarily building on Tyler, the Creator's GONE, GONE / THANK YOU, it implements sprinkles and stylistic flairs of Hideki Naganuma music such as that featured in Jet Set Radio, little hips and hops and record scratches to always remind you which two characters the rip is build upon, yet with a tone that makes it sound as if the battle has just wrapped up.

Its an amazing listen in so many ways, be it with the sappy context given in mind, or just as a fantastic piece of music that shows just why these two were the ones to make it to the tournament's final round to begin with. In both Takeuchi's city pop and Naganuma's sample-funk, we the audience found a kind of sound that was otherwise missing from the channel, we formed a connection with these characters, with the people behind them and their rips. And regardless of who the winner would be revealed to be just hours late, Thank You, Everybody! would remain a beautiful end to the tournament's proceedings, and in its title alone a perfect reflection of our sentiments toward the SiIvaGunner team itself. Thank you. Everybody.

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ultimateaclrecovery · 4 months

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Checking in on my 2023 goals!

23 things for 2023

1. buy 1 horse

Done!! Bought Luna!!!

2. Knit a pair of socks

I knit a sock, that I finished today. But I mostly decided I wanted to knit other things instead so this is fine

3. Three camping trips

went to mt of the holy cross, and New Mexico for two camping nights, plus a day hike in winter park. So technically no but pretty close!

4. Plant four pumpkins

…..no. I bought seeds and did nothing and I don’t feel that bad about it

5. Handstand (five fingers) press

Lol no. Did nothing for it. Never made a plan and so did not achieve

6. Kill side yard weeds (because weeds are the devil 666)

Success? I paid a Gardner to pull them all so yes! Feels like a failure because I didn’t really deal with them or the yard in general, but they are all gone now.

7. Go to Loyola social justice meeting (7th heaven)

I went to a meeting! And baked cookies for an event. (And then never went back oops)

8. Mail 8 letters to mates - birthday cards probably

Success! (Rebecca birthday, Sarah birthday, Clare get well card, Callie birthday, Alison birthday, clare birthday, Callie wedding, clare kt recipe card)

9. Research 9 hours of getting a cat (9 lives)

Decided a horse was enough so stopped researching 🤷‍♀️[ read complete guide to adopting a cat 3 hours]

10. Do ten full pull ups

Total yes, in a row like intended absolutely not. I can do like 2.5 in a row. Made haphazard progress, but now I have a pull up bar so hoping for better next year!

11. Buy 11 things off of my to buy eventually list

Success! This was easy and I did it! (air fryer, air mattress, nice soap dispensers, office mat, thermometer, fire extinguisher, white tank top, little plates, shower cleaner, plastic drain pipes, sheet pan organizer, bonus: back door light bulb, rainbow flag and holder, more bras)

12. Go on 12 dates

Success! I thought this would be really hard but then I just got my boyfriend by like February and it ended up being the easiest ny resolution ever. He even asked me out to start.

13. Run a half marathon 13.1 miles

Success! (Okay this was a gimme because I signed up for it and had a training plan in 2022 but still)

14. Hike a fourteener

Success! mt of the holy cross and it was terrifying and very long but we did it!

15. Read 30 (15x2) books

I read 27 and have three in various states of completion. I kind of wanted to power this one thru but it wouldn’t have been fun and then what’s the point. This one is hard because I abandoned so so many books this year. Like I made it at least one chapter into like 40 and a couple half way thru. So close but no cigar but I refuse to read things that aren’t fun just to hit a goal so I feel fine about it.

16. Host 8 things

Hosted 3, organized a couple others so partial credit. I would like to do better in the future. ( galentines, whimsy brunch, birthday, organized brunch at watercourse, organized lake day)

17. Go out dancing (must be more dancing than drinking, dance class counts.)(dancing queen only 17)

Nope. But also that’s fine.

18. Upgrade phone and deal with all photos. Upload belize to fb and save others. Data management

Mostly. I got an external storage for Christmas so I can finish when I get home. So solid partial credit. (uploaded some. Upgraded phone plus new battery, still need to get data off of it) [email protected] [email protected]

19. General contractor for house cracks plus install air conditioner

Success. Installed ac. Got the cracks looked at once and they were fine and then they got worse and now I’m getting foundation work done. So success I guess.

20. Get 20 layout ds

… I did not count. I def got some but probably not 20 so partial credit. (4 from leiout)

21. Go to frisbee Masters regionals

Success! Another bit of gimme but we went and qualified to nationals!)

22. Buy purple navel jewelry (I’m feeling 22)

Success! (And I love it)

23. volunteer for 23 hours

No and I feel bad about it. I need to find something to volunteer with. I feel like I should have the time/be able to make time but it also feels like I never have time and also never want to. But I think it’s important.

So overall full success on 11 of the goals, happy partial on 5, annoyed partial on 2, abandoned 4 and failed my last one and feel bad about it.

But overall pretty good success!

#New Years goals #23 things for 2023 #new years resolutions #recaps #I did my best #and it was fine #but also they didn’t really drive any behavior #well they did help me knit my one sock #and helped motivate the camping trips and hosting I did do #and that’s good #and the mailing letters #so overall it did help with some good things I wanted to more of #so pretty good success

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boqvistsbabe · 4 months

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Ok so fun gossip I heard

- 2 of the hockey boys had been secretly (nothing is actually a secret to me) dating for like 2 years but one is a science god who weightlifts competitively and plays 2/3 other sports very well and the other dropped out to smoke weed so they don't talk anymore and that is almost definitely the stoners fault and the nice really smart one is now stuck with a bunch of assholes because that was his only friend and he doesn't know that the queer femmes would adopt him to carry our bags

- there's a really popular girl who reads like Harry potter and colleen hoover (this is irrelevant I just like slander) exclusively who wants to be a radical politician but has never read any theory and don't follow politics

- the self appointed queen bee who cheated on her decent blonde bf by hooking up with her ex bffs abusive ex and then she left him for blondie and now has an on and off throuple with blondie and his besties, both of them are proclaimed straight and all of the are friends with shithead

- same queen bee and blondie, she posted on her til tok her rice purity score and it said that she had never come during sex, they were together for like 5 years and she has caught him watching porn while they fuck

- the annoying ass conservative dude who is like 6'6 and is the bad bitch lesbians man servant (he says friend but idk) started a fight with a known tiny 14 year old gang member and when a knife got pulled his mom, who works at the school, called the cops, same day a kid got stabbed in the head with a pencil during math but that was unrelated

- the grade 11 gymrat that my friends and I are fairy gay parenting into leftism at the start of the year believed that drug dealers deserve the death sentence (we are canadian???) and his ex gf's brother is in prison for petty drug crimes and his new gf is a scary bisexual weed dealer but I influenced him to be way better and they are a power couple

- all of the boys bathrooms are missing the soap dispenser and the mirrors, sinks and toilet seats are regularly stolen also once a custodian quit after having just walked into the main one

- we had a 3 hour secure school because a girl punched the librarian and the librarian passed out and then the girl hid somewhere in the school

- at a beach party during the summer my favourite random school person (you know what I mean, right?) was super drunk and shot a firework at the police, put his Crocs in sport mode and then ran away, successfully as well

- same dude had a job at an arcade and would break in during the night to just vibe with the lasers and run around drinking and smoking I guess, he also once hid from the cops in a tree, he postef all of this on his snap

I can't think of other big ones but this should do for now

Omg it’s been forever and a day since you sent this but I’m still gonna react to this lol

- okay first of all what a story second of all I feel bad for the one guy 😢

- okay but like that checks out based on the books soooo

- wild absolutely wild. First of all cheating is so bad but somehow who she cheated with made it even worse? Also throuple?!

- NOTHING IN FIVE YEARS?! WHAT IS BRO DOING WRONG (obvi everything but like omg) also while they fuck? 🫢

- man servant I love 💀💀 also hang member? ! And a pencil stabbing? That’s a lot on one day

- death sentence?! Omg?! Literally what? Also ur so slay for that tho

- it’s giving devious licks 💀😭 also that’s so real

- why did she punch the librarian 😭 like what

- (ik what u mean, i love my random people) AT?! Also putting the crocs in sport mode then running is such a funny picture

- this guy sounds like such a vibe tbh

#IM SO SORRY THIS IS LEGIT FROM FOREVER AGO #BUT IT WAS SO ENTERTAINING #friend tag

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syrakhanistan · 6 months

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Short stories, part 1

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Story 1: After the Box was Opened

The Box stood closed once more as their conversation grew to a close.

Both of them knew what was inside, despite that haunting stench, the foul pale colour, even with it closed.

“The weak link, the red herring… that’s what you were looking for, then?”

“…how did you even find this?”

“I hope it was worth it for you. The price in blood was far worse than I think it was truly worth.”

“You people…”

“Come now. Haven’t you been here long enough to dispense with that talk?”

“…Ha. Perhaps. I gave that right up long ago, however.”

“You and me both. You and me… both...

...You have my support, anyways. Thank you for this. I agree, it probably wasn’t worth whatever cost you paid - but the closure this Box has brought me… well. Let’s say this emptiness my people suffer is a little less empty now.”

“…disgusting.”

“Really? Is it so?”

“Such things from you… truly, absolutely abhorrent.”

“Wait, you… you are…?”

“Yes. We’ve discussed this before. You know, I know. Now - can I obliterate this wretched thing, before it destroys my sense of smell any further?”

“…and you call us tactless. Well, do whatever you want. Oh, and your… plans…? Do what you will.”

“…Comrades?”

“Don’t push your luck. Erstwhile partners, perhaps.”

“Well then… I best be working then.”

Thus, did the Box Full of Nothing come to an end.

The Tomb of Something that Cannot Be, a void like cube of the rejection of reality, a Grave of a non-existent existence, would be obliterated.

Neither would mention this incident again.

Not to say that this wasn’t a constructive incident.

Nay. For, in both their schemes, it would play yet another pivotal role…

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Story 2: Into the Realm of Evil

The two stood, the Sun burning behind them. There was no going back now.

She smiled at you, that sick grin. This had been a long while coming.

You both stepped through, into the gaping maw of the abyss. Into the hell that awaited.

Your target, the End of Days, the Black City, the Dominion of Terror, floated over the horizon, a terrifying mass of darkness and death.

And, before you, a legion of millions, waiting for their prey since time immemorial.

“Finally. It’s been such a long time. I’ve been waiting for this!” Your grinning comrade smiled, a laugh on her lips just waiting to burst.

You grip the Sword that the one you loved left for you. It was time.

“You know the call?” You say.

“‘Course!” She cackled back. She was itching to go.

“Let’s make a new one. I think this doomed hell deserves a more… accurate one.”

The smile faded, before coming back with a vengeance. “Ohhh, I know exactly what you’re cooking.”

It was your turn to grin.

The hordes of the Great Enemy continued their crawl towards you, hopping from stone to stone in the abyssal gorge ahead.

Gripping right your tools of justice, your journey nearly over, you both unfurl wings of malevolence used for good.

And, jumping into the fray for an unforgettable battle, to fight the fate that had taken so much from you both, the words tumbled from your chapped lips and between her gritted sharp teeth.

“RIP AND TEAR!”

“UNTIL IT IS DONE!”

And so, the War for the Abyss began.

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Story 3: A Forbidden Text

“And, at the end of my journey, I finally reached Heaven, to find her.

But all was for naught; for, when I saw the Golden Throne, I found it to be empty…”

- Heretical Chapter of the Lectitio Divinatus, author unknown.

“This chapter has been redacted and deemed Heretical, by order of the Ordo Hereticus at the behest of the Warmaster.” - Note attached to the hidden chapter, in the Lost Archive.

#syrakhanistan #accounts #doom #wh40k #black city #gold #mgnq

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lesfeldickbiblestudy · 1 year

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Through the Bible with Les Feldick LESSON 1 * PART 2 * BOOK 72 THE BIG PICTURE OF WHY WE BELIEVE IN THE PRE-TRIBULATION RAPTURE - 2 I Cor. 9:17; Eph. 1:10; Eph. 3:2; Col. 1:25 Okay, good to have everybody back. You’ve had your break, and I guess you notice I don’t get one. I guess it’s the same way in my seminars, as everyone has questions and wants to talk. But anyway, we’re glad you’re here. For those of you joining us on television, again we just can never find words to thank you for your prayers and your letters. My, how we enjoy the letters and of course your financial gifts. We can’t stay on the air without them. But a lot of people can’t understand how we do it without begging for money. Gary remembers it well. I said from day one, if I have to beg for money, I’m going home. And that’s the way we’ve always been. I will not beg. If we ever get to that place, well, then we’ll just start dropping stations, and if the Lord wants us off the air then we’ll quit. But until then, we expect the greatest fundraiser in the whole universe will take care of our every need. And He does. It’s just unbelievable. And we do—we thank you out there for your constant support and your love for us wherever we go. All right, now we’re going to keep moving toward why we teach and admonish and absolutely firmly believe that as New Testament believers, members of the Body of Christ, we will not see the anti-Christ. We’ll have a lot of guesses, but we will never find out who he is because before he shows up, we’re gone! I guess what people can’t handle is, how’s God going to do it? Well, I always come back to the Lord’s words Himself – with God what? “Nothing is impossible.” Don’t ever think that something is beyond Him. I don’t care what it is. Even though the Rapture does seem like an impossibility, with God it will happen. All right, we’re going to continue on with what brings us up to the glorious dispensation of the Grace of God. But first we’re going to go back to a previous dispensation, the one just ahead of us, which was Israel under the Law. Let’s go back to Exodus chapter 19 for just a moment. They are fresh out of Egypt. They became a Nation down there according to Genesis. And now they’re gathered around the mount. Moses has gone up to meet with the Lord face to face. Here’s the account of it in Exodus 19, and I guess we’ll jump in at verse 3. Exodus 19:3 “Moses went up unto God, (that is up into Mount Sinai) and the LORD called unto him out of the mountain, saying, Thus shalt thou say to the house of Jacob, and tell the children of Israel;” In other words, the whole Nation of the Twelve Tribes. Now God says-- Exodus 19:4 “Ye have seen what I did unto the Egyptians, and how I bear you on eagles’ wings, and brought you unto myself.” In other words, brought them out of Egypt and through the Red Sea miraculously, and then brought them down around Mount Sinai. Exodus 19:5a “Now therefore, if ye will obey my voice indeed,…” Now, does that ring a bell—what I said about Adam and Eve? What were they to do with regard to that forbidden tree? Be obedient. But what were they? Disobedient. And so things happened. All right, now it is the same way with Israel. If they maintain a semblance of obedience, God doesn’t expect perfection, but He said-- Exodus 19:5b “…if ye will obey my voice indeed, and keep my covenant, (The one He’s going to give in chapter 20, the Ten Commandments and everything associated with it.) then ye shall be a peculiar treasure (or a treasure of intrinsic value) unto me above all people: for all the earth is mine:” I think I stressed this in tapings not too far back, that here’s where we see the Sovereignty of God declare Israel as the favored Nation, the Nation that is above all other nations in every category that you can imagine. The reason God can do it is because He’s Sovereign—for all the earth is Mine, I can do what I want. Now you know, once in a while man himself gets to that

place where he thinks he owns so much, he’s got so much control, and he can do whatever he wants. Well, he may think he can, but he’s still limited. But God can. God is unlimited. All right, here we have it that “all the earth is mine.” Now verse 6 is the key verse. Exodus 19:6 “And ye (Israel) shall be unto me a kingdom of priests,…” Now, like I just asked somebody yesterday. What do you have to have in order to have a valid kingdom? A king! What’s the king without a kingdom? Well, he’s a nothing. Well, what’s a kingdom without a king? Nothing. So, you’ve got to bring the two together that here Israel is promised to be a kingdom, but latent in that promise is there will be king coming sooner or later. All right, now then, just for sake of time—my listening audience is probably getting anxious that I jump up into the New Testament. Let’s go all the way up to Zechariah, the next to the last book in your Old Testament. There are a lot of intervening verses, but we pretty much covered them, I think, in fairly recent programs. But now in Zechariah chapter 14 it is in such plain language. How can anybody disagree with it, unless they are just flagrantly disobedient? But here we have Zechariah 14 verse 9. Now remember, Zechariah is getting up pretty close to the New Testament in Matthew already. Zechariah 14:9a “And the LORD (Now remember, that’s all capitalized, so that’s Jehovah, or God the Son, Israel’s Messiah.) the LORD shall be (at some future day) king over all the earth:…” Now, can you get it any plainer than that? I don’t know how you can. He hasn’t yet, but He’s going to. He’s going to be the King of Kings and Lord of Lords over planet earth. It’ll be a totally renovated surface of the earth. Oh, it’s still going to be going in its orbit around the sun. It’s still going to be functioning as a planet, but the surface is going to be totally renovated. Now, all you have to do is just use a little 12-year-old’s imagination. With all the hundreds and hundreds of nuclear weapons that are in storehouses around the planet, once they start exploding them, how long will it take to incinerate the planet? Not long. And that’s what’s going to happen. They’re all going to be exploded one way or another in God’s own time and this old planet is literally going to be reduced to ashes. God will plow them all under and out will come that glorious 1,000 year millennial reign of Christ on a renovated, regenerated, reconstituted earth. I can see it with no problem at all. My goodness, when you realize how nuclear energy can reduce steel to absolute nothing, and we’ve got all these hundreds upon thousands of nukes. I read in yesterday’s paper that we are going to start building a new generation of them that are even better yet. Well, it’s just all adding to the stockpile. God is smiling in His heaven, and He says, have at it, boys, you’re getting it all ready for Me. And they’re going to destroy themselves. So, that’s what’s coming whether they like to admit it or not. Now remember, the Book of Daniel gives us 75 days after the return of Christ and the end of the Tribulation until things begin to flow into everyday activity. And I think it’s in those 75 days that the earth will come back up and be like a renewed Garden of Eden. All right, so read the verse once more. Zechariah 14:9 “And the LORD shall be king over all the earth: in that day (that is starting with His Second Coming to the Mount of Olives) there shall be one LORD, and His name one.” Which of course fits perfectly with Revelation 19, ��and his name shall be called King of Kings and Lord of Lords.” All right, now as you come into Matthew, we see that Christ makes His appearance at His first coming. But before He appears, we have John the Baptist, the herald. He’s going to announce to the Nation of Israel that their King is in their midst. So, jump up to Matthew chapter 3. Israel has now been under the Law, Temple worship, and Judaism as we understand it for 1,500 years. Now the Messiah makes His appearance according to prophecy.

Matthew 3:1-2 “In those days, came John the Baptist, (Now remember, what goes ahead of it in chapter 1 is the birth of Christ down at Bethlehem.) preaching in the wilderness of Judea, 2. And saying, Repent ye: (That’s what it says.) for the kingdom of heaven is at hand.” Well, there’s that word kingdom again. What’s it talking about? The earthly kingdom that Zechariah was just talking about a few pages back and over which the Son of God, Israel’s Messiah, will rule and reign. It’s finally ready to come about. All right, now Israel here is at a crossroads. Are they going to believe it? Are they going to accept it? Or are they going to reject it? And I’m always making a parallel with Kadesh-barnea. You remember when they came to Kadesh? What did God tell them? The Promised Land, there it is. It’s all yours, with all its production and all of its farms and orchards and pastures, a land flowing with milk and honey. I always have to qualify, what does it mean, “flowing with milk and honey?” It means everything that it would take to produce humongous amounts of dairy milk. Which would be what? Fresh water and grass and all the other things that it takes to produce milk, and what does it take to produce honey? Flowers and blooms and all the things that bees can use. Well, you put all that together and what kind of a landscape does it give you? Beautiful! Productive! So that’s what they were looking at. But, did they take it? No. In unbelief they said, thanks, but no thanks. And they went back into the desert and died like flies. What a pity. But see, they’re confronted again. The King is in your midst, can you believe it? No, they can’t believe it, and so they turned it down again. The whole concept then of His earthly ministry was to prove to the Nation of Israel who He was. You’ve heard me sound that off now for 15 years. This is why He performed the miracles – to prove that He was the Promised Messiah. But Israel wouldn’t buy it and they rejected it and rejected and rejected. All right, now let’s move all the way up into the Book of Acts. I guess I almost have to stop at Acts chapter 1 and look at verse 6 for just a moment. The Lord has just been resurrected and spent 40 days in His resurrected body with the Twelve, walking up and down the byways and the roadways of ancient Israel from Galilee to Jerusalem. He was again proving that He was alive. He was the Son of God with all of His power. And He was yet able to be the King promised to Israel. All right, after those 40 days are over, they are assembled up there on the Mount of Olives. Of course, they don’t know that He’s going to suddenly take off from their midst and go back to glory. But nevertheless, they’re in conversation here on the Mount of Olives at the end of the 40 days and verse 6: Acts 1:6 “When they therefore were come together, (Jesus and the Eleven. Now Judas is gone. Matthias hasn’t yet come in, so Jesus and the Eleven were there on the Mount of Olives.) they asked of him saying, Lord, wilt thou as this time restore again the kingdom to Israel?” See, that’s the key word, Lord, are you ready to bring in the Kingdom? Well, He couldn’t as long as Israel was in unbelief. Because the whole thing is tied to Israel’s recognizing who He is. Otherwise, He can’t bring it about. All right, so then verse 7, He doesn’t ridicule their question. It was a valid question. Look at His answer. Acts 1:7 “…It is not for you to know the times or the seasons, which the Father hath put in his own power.” Today we say, it’s not for you to know the here and when. But here it is. All right, so He says-- Acts 1:7 “…It is not for you to know the times or the seasons, which the Father hath put in his own power.” All right, when you come a little further along in the Book of Acts, let’s go to chapter 2. The Lord is ascended back to Glory. He has established with the Eleven that He’s alive and well. He can still fulfill the promise of a Kingdom.

Now in chapter 2, it was a Jewish feast day, the Feast of Pentecost; and Jews, of course, have gathered from every nation in the then known world to come to the Temple for the Feast of Pentecost, as they did for all the feasts throughout the year. All right, so we have a conglomeration of Jews from every nation under heaven. And we have the miracle of Pentecost. All right, now let’s drop down to verse 5 in Acts chapter 2. Acts 2:5 “And there were dwelling at Jerusalem Jews, devout men, (Now, they were devout according to the Law, remember. They’re keeping the Temple worship, the sacrifices, and the whole nine-yards.) out of (Now watch this carefully.) every nation under heaven.” In other words, here they were probably from as far away as India and Persia, which is present day Iran, from what’s present day Arabia and over to present day Iraq, which were Babylon and Syria and Egypt and North Africa. They had gathered from every part of the then known world for this Feast of Pentecost. But they’re all Jews. All right, so they’re coming from every nation under heaven, now verse 6. Acts 2:6 “Now when this was noised abroad, the multitude came together, and were confounded, because that every man, (whether he was from North Africa or if he was from China or India or Timbuktu) heard them speak in his own language.” Now, do you have to be a seminary graduate to understand that? In other words, if they were from Syria, they heard it in the local language of the Syrians. Because after all, Jews had been there now for generations, and the second, third, and fourth generation started speaking the local language and had forgotten their Hebrew or whatever. Or, if they came from Turkey, they were speaking the language of the Turks and so forth. Every Jew gathered there in that Pentecostal crowd was hearing the Twelve, especially Peter, James, and John, I think, speak in their own language. Acts 2:7 “And they were all amazed and marveled, saying one to another, Behold, are not all these Galileans?” Now of course the point I always make when I teach these things – are there any Gentiles involved? Not a one. There’s not a Gentile in here. This is a Jewish phenomenon, never forget that. All right, now when you come down to verse 22, it’s again obvious. Now Peter says-- Acts 2:22a “Ye men of Israel, (That’s Jews.) hear these words;…” And then he goes through who Jesus was and what had happened and how God had raised Him up, and that He could still bring in the glorious kingdom that has been promised all the way up through the Old Testament. All right, so all through these early chapters, in fact, let’s stop at chapter 3. I’m just showing you how we are in the transitional part of Scripture. We’re moving from Israel under the Law and Judaism, and we’re going to move to the place where the Apostle Paul comes and is sent to the Gentile world because of Israel’s rejection of everything. All right, Acts chapter 3 and Peter again is preaching to the Nation of Israel. Verse 12, and what precipitates this is that they have just healed a lame man up there at the Temple. And the Jews are all shook up. Where did these guys get the wherewithal to heal this guy who’s been lame for 40 years? Well, I always have to remind my listeners. How long has it been since Jesus’ earthly ministry ended? About eight weeks. No, a little more than that—fifty days, plus 10, two months. That’s all. Two months after probably performing His last miracle, the Twelve performed and they can’t figure it out. How did you do this? Well, then Peter, verse 12, when he saw the consternation, I guess is the word I’ve used before, when he saw the confusion amongst the Jews over these men healing this lame man, verse 12. Acts 3:12-13a “And when Peter saw it, he answered the people, Ye men of Israel, (How many Gentiles are in that statement? Well, not a one.) why marvel at this? or why look ye so earnestly on us, as though by our own power or holiness we had made this man to walk? 13.

The God of Abraham,…” Did that mean anything to the average down on the road Gentile? Why no, nothing. But to a Jew? Everything. Acts 3:13-15 “The God of Abraham, and of Isaac, and of Jacob, the God of our fathers, hath glorified his Son Jesus; whom ye delivered up, and denied him in the presence of Pilate, when he was determined to let him go. 14. But ye denied the Holy One and the Just, and desired a murderer to be granted unto you; 15. And killed the Prince of life, whom God hath raised from the dead; whereof we are witnesses.” Now, watch this carefully. I’m reading it rather speedily for sake of time, but when you get home or when you’re in your own Bible study, read these verses slowly and deliberately and note that never does Peter associate the salvation of these Jews on that finished work of the cross. All Peter is showing here is the one that they demanded be put to death is alive and still can fulfill the promises. You can’t have a dead man ruling as a king. Can you? Why, of course not. But He’s not dead. The tomb is empty! He’s alive. And Peter is proving that. He can still be the King. Now, what did Israel have to do? Well, nothing has changed so far as the Nation is concerned. Drop down to verse 19. And preachers and teachers today try to push all this into our Pauline economy and Grace. That’s why there’s so much confusion. What’s the first word? Acts 3:19a “Repent ye (How did John the Baptist start? Repent. Nothing has changed. Nothing.) Repent ye therefore, and be converted,…” or have a change of mind concerning whom? Jesus of Nazareth. That’s the problem. That’s the what that they’re to repent of now that they have killed and rejected the Promised Messiah. Acts 3:19 “Repent ye therefore, and be converted, that your sins may be blotted out, when the times of refreshing shall come from the presence of the Lord;” What’s the times of refreshing? The King and His Kingdom! Heaven on earth. My, wouldn’t it be something to look forward to that. Maybe next week, all of a sudden, all of our sin problem would disappear. All of the heartache of this world would stop and all of a sudden we’d have heaven on earth! Refreshing is almost a calm word, isn’t it? But that’s what he says. They could have it all if they would just confess and repent of the sin, primarily now of having rejected their Messiah. Now, if you think I’m kidding you, look at verse 20. What would God do if Israel would repent? Acts 3:20 “And he (God) shall send Jesus Christ, (the same one of the earthly ministry) who was before preached unto you:” To be the king, but the Holy Spirit, I think, prompts Peter to not get too exuberant, because there’s a period of time that has to be fulfilled from the Old Testament prophecies before the King can come under any circumstances. And what time is that? Tribulation. The seven years of horror have to come. You can’t skip them. And this is what the next verse says, verse 21. Acts 3:21 “Whom (the same Jesus Christ) the heaven must receive (Or hold, just like Psalms 110 said, come sit at my right hand until--. All right, so—heaven must hold him) until the times of restitution of all things, which God hath spoken by the mouth of all his holy prophets since the world began.” Well, what’s the time of restitution? I just gave you a graphic example. When after the seven years of the horrors of the Tribulation and all the nukes have been exploded and all the volcanoes have done all their work and all the earthquakes, this old planet is going to be completely reduced to ashes and out of it will come a glorious new planet—like the Garden of Eden from one pole to the other. All right, then he goes on to say, now remember, this is all the Old Testament promises being rehearsed before the Nation of Israel, now verse 22. Acts 3:22 “For Moses truly said unto the fathers, A prophet shall the Lord your God raise up unto you of your brethren, (He will be a fellow Jew, as Jesus was, of course.

) like unto me; (In other words, as Moses was a deliverer, so Christ at His Second Coming will be a deliverer.) him shall ye hear in all things whatsoever he shall say unto you.” Because He’s going to be your king.” Acts 3:23 “And it shall come to pass, that every soul, who will not hear that prophet, shall be destroyed (or removed) from among the people.” Because there are no unbelievers going into the Kingdom. None, they’ll be removed. And Jesus made that so plain in His earthly ministry that they will go to their perdition and the believers will go into the Kingdom. All right, now read on, our time is just about gone already. Acts 3:24 “Yea, and all the prophets (all the Old Testament, practically, from) Samuel and those that follow after, as many as have spoken, (all the Old Testament prophets) have likewise foretold of these days.” That’s why, you remember, that when I start teaching the prophets, like the Minor Prophets, it’s repetition. You know that’s why I kind of have a hard time taking them down the row, because people are going to say, well, Les, you just said that last month. But that’s what it is. All the prophets are rehearsing to Israel the coming of this glorious Kingdom. But before the Kingdom can come, the wrath of God must precede it. All right, so Peter’s reminding them of the same thing. All the prophets told of these things, see? Now then verse 25. Acts 3:25 “Ye are the children of the prophets, (Now who was he talking to? Jews. Not a Gentile in the picture here.) and of the covenant which God made with our fathers, saying unto (Whom?) Abraham, (See, that’s why I started back there this afternoon with Genesis chapter 12. This all started with Abraham and the appearance of the Nation of Israel.) which God made with our fathers, saying unto Abraham, And in thy seed (That is in the offspring of Abraham.) shall all the kindreds of the earth be blessed.” Now just for one little glimpse, only a part of all that is this Book. This Book came from the offspring of Abraham. That’s part of what he’s talking about. And listen, where would this world be without this Book? It’s bad enough as it is, but oh, it would be so much worse. This is where we draw all our comfort, and it all came by the prophets and the coming of the Nation of Israel, whom God used to give us the printed Word. All right, we’ve got a half a minute left. Then, verse 26, and we’ll have to wind it up. Acts 3:26 “Unto you first (the Nation of Israel with all of their promises, with all of their written Scriptures) God, having raised up his Son Jesus, (Now remember what the raised up meant? He was raised from the dead. He’s no longer dead. He’s alive and well.) sent him to bless you, in turning away (How many?) every one of you from his iniquities.” But did Israel turn? No.

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Pride Journey: Coastal Mississippi

By Joey Amato, Guest Contributor

Every now and then I visit a destination I know absolutely nothing about. That happened a few years ago when I visited Oklahoma City and I fell in love with OKC. This time around, that destination was Coastal Mississippi, more specifically Biloxi, Gulfport, and Ocean Springs. In fact, the only thing I knew about the Biloxi was the hotel I stayed at, Beau Rivage. I knew it was owned by MGM Resorts, but that was about it. The rest of the trip was going to be a surprise.

For this particular trip, I wanted to focus on health and wellness and luckily, Beau Rivage’s most recent renovation included two floors full of Stay Well rooms as well as an updated spa. My gulf view room came complete with an aromatherapy machine, ultra high-end linens, a memory foam mattress, and pillows as well as a vitamin C dispenser hooked up to my shower. I had never seen one of those before, so I had to ask what it was.

After an early check in, I departed for Ocean Springs, a quaint town just east of Beau Rivage. My first stop was a place called Shearwater Pottery. Apparently, it is very well known to everyone but me. After posting pictures on social media, I received numerous comments from friends wanting to visit. Shearwater Pottery was founded in 1928 by Peter Anderson and from the 1920s through the present day, Shearwater Pottery has produced art pottery, utilitarian ware, figurines, decorative tiles, and other pottery pieces.

I had the opportunity to meet with Margie Ashley, the daughter of Peter Anderson who told me about her family’s legacy in Ocean Springs. At that time, Coastal Mississippi was known for fishing and not so much for the arts, so her family was viewed as outcasts but the community. Margie told me people used to called them the “crazy Andersons.” But they eventually had the last laugh as the family name has become as much of Coastal Mississippi culture as seafood gumbo.

A few minutes up the road from Shearwater Pottery is the Walter Anderson Museum of Art. Walter was the brother of Peter Anderson and equally as talented, creating thousands of works throughout his lifetime. Many of Walter Anderson’s paintings, drawings, murals, block prints, sculpture, carvings, and writings are on display at the museum.

The pièce de résistance is the Community Center, which is the site of Walter Anderson’s monumental 3,000 square foot mural, which depicts the historic discovery of the Mississippi Coast and its diverse climates. The city commissioned Walter Anderson in 1950 for a fee of $1.00 and the project took 16 months to complete.

For dinner, head to Vestige, a farm-to-table restaurant in Ocean Springs helmed by head chefs Alex Perry and his wife, Kumi Omori who were recently nominated for a James Beard Award. Vestige offers a pre-fixed menu which changes on a regular basis and contains only the freshest local ingredients. And if it’s not local, they fly it in from its land of origin to insure its freshness. We began our meal with sashimi of Hamachi complete with a foie gras emulsion, rose, purple sweet potato and magnolia flower kombucha veil. Yes, that was one dish and just an appetizer, but probably my favorite item on the menu.

After 3 more courses which consisted of a piece of perfectly cooked fish to charcoal grilled wagyu beef, the meal comes to an end with a delectable strawberry Bavarian, with cacao mint genoise, whipped match, grapefruit lemon curd and pecan ginger shortbread. This wasn’t just a meal; it was an experience worthy of a James Beard nomination and definitely the award for Best Chef: South.

You’ll need the rest of the night to recover from a food coma, so head back to Beau Rivage for some much-needed rest or hit the casino if your heart desires.

Head out the next morning to the recently opened Mississippi Aquarium in Gulfport, about 15 minutes west of Biloxi. The state-of-the-art facility is home to a variety of sea life and is one of the crown jewels of the area.

I can never see enough animals, so next on the agenda was the Institute of Marine Mammal Studies located at Ocean Adventures Marine Park. Guests can come up close and personal with stingrays, sea lions and dolphins. I had the opportunity to interact with a beautiful male dolphin, getting to rub his belly, give him commands and feed him some delicious fish. For my, I mean his hard work, I got a kiss from one of my favorite animals.

On the way back to your hotel, stop by Coastal Roast Coffee for an afternoon pick me up before dinner. I wasn’t sure what to expect at White Pillars. The bar was set really high at Vestige the night before, but I was in for another treat. We began our meal with a bowl of Oyster & Artichoke soup. I was a bit hesitant to order this at first as I didn’t want to begin my meal with something heavy, but when it arrived, it turned out to be one of the best soups I’ve had in a long time. It was light and fragrant, consisting of Gulf oysters, fennel, and oyster mushrooms in a coconut milk broth. When dining near the coast, why not try the Gulf Seafood Tower, two tiers of fresh oysters, mahi crudo, smoked fish dip and amberjack ceviche.

And those were just the starters. For my main course, I ordered the Duck Ramen prepared with a confit duck leg, collards, togarashi, duck cracklins, and the traditional soft-boiled egg. In fact, the egg was the only thing traditional about the dish, which was rich and delicious. The duck was cooked to perfection and the broth was fantastic.

The area is home to two LGBTQ bars, Sipp’s in Gulfport, and Just Us Lounge, located within walking distance of Beau Rivage. The crowd at Just Us was a melting pot of the area’s LGBTQ community, extremely diverse and welcoming. One thing to note is that smoking is still legal inside bars, so if that bothers you, there is a large outdoor space available.

I know I said I wanted to focus on health and wellness during this trip, but I seemed to have detoured from my mission somewhere in Ocean Springs. One can’t resist the food in Coastal Mississippi, so screw the diet for one more day and head to The Roasted Bean located in the lobby of Beau Rivage and ask for an order of beignets. These are not listed anywhere in plain site and are the best kept secret of the hotel. I received a tip from the captain of the Biloxi Shrimping Trip, which I went on the morning prior. The powdered sugar pastries where the best I’ve ever had. Light, airy, and simply delicious. They couldn’t have been that many calories, right?

End your stay in Coastal Mississippi with a relaxing CBD massage at the The Spa at Beau Rivage. The 80-minute massage uses CBD body oils as well as a Moor Mud treatment to soothe tired muscles and back pain. Playing with dolphins, eating oysters, and savoring beignets all weekend was quite stressful. If you are looking for a relaxed seaside vacation, put Coastal Mississippi on your radar. There are many unique experiences that will make your stay truly memorable. Visit coastalmississippi.com for more information about the destination.

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On Today's Episode Of "I Didn't Expect THAT Today": It's an Unexpected Bathroom Makeover!

So onto today's shenanigans (This'll be a long one, so read at your own discretion):

I get up at 11:50. Take out my dog. Feed him. And do a chapter, as all fanfiction authors with insane update schedules are wont to do on a Sunday afternoon.

With the day's work done, I decide to go out to the living room and read a book. Seems like a good way to relax on a Sunday.

Oh wait, Mom is there. And apparently we are going shopping.

This was not what I expected today but I'm definitely not mad about it.

I go into my room and hurry to get dressed...

... And smack the back of my head on the closet door frame.

Ouch.

When my head feels better, we get in the car and go.

I have recently been given permission to decorate the hall bathroom and boy am I ready!

Stop one: Bed Bath and Beyond.

I love the idea of apothecary jars but I'm only justifying one for my cotton squares since that's what I really use the most of, even if they are ten bucks.

Mom points out several baskets to me to use for towels, but they do not satisfy my deep need for everything to go by my aesthetic.

This is the first chance I have had my entire life to do a bathroom in a way I find suitable and I can compromise on a lot but not on color scheme.

No Mom, Grey woven baskets will not satisfy me.

But they had the woodwick candle I was looking for for the corner of the bathtub!

And a plush pink rug!

Not to mention a marble colored soap dispenser.

This is going well.

I would absolutely blow $250.00 on a bluetooth shower head if it meant I could have my tunes there with me but today is not that day.

But this little clear organizer will make me very happy.

Onto Stop 2: Marshall's.

I came for the collagen face masks but almost stayed for the soaps. In the end, though, it was the masks that I went home with, and nothing more.

Onto Stop 3: Ross.

There is a pink shower liner! This will tide me over until I can get the curtain I want from Amazon!

But wait! There is also a pink hamper! Finally, something to replace the busted grey woven one in the bathroom.

And a pink marble and gold mini trash can??? Give it to me!

This is so exciting.

But then... The idea strikes.

WHAT IF THEY HAVE THE WALL ART OF MY DREAMS?

I waste no time and run madly toward the art section.

Mom is looking at me like I'm nuts, but it's fine.

I find a Louis Vuitton black drip print canvas.

Pretty but not what I'm looking for.

And then.

I see it.

Fashion books. And a bottle of champagne in the glass.

All for $13.99. and under.

I take two and run.

I tell Mom I'm done before I spend any more money, and haul the art, the hamper, the face masks, and everything else to the car.

I need a break after that so I sit in the car after that.

Except.

This is an Arizona afternoon in January.

And my mom did not roll down the windows.

And she has the keys and is going to Costco.

I am going to fry.

I keep the door open with my foot as much as I can but the parking lot is packed.

I consider running into Ulta for cool air but the sun has baked me into oblivion by this point and I smell like an ogre.

No offense Shrek.

So I stay and wait.

Several tik toks later, mom comes back and so does salvation in the form of Air conditioning.

HALLELUJAH.

Starbucks is needed to recharge after such an adventure.

One toasted vanilla oat milk shaken espresso later, I am much better.

After everything is inside and I have eaten food, the real work begins.

I must redecorate the bathroom.

Now this bathroom has been my dad and uncle's for years, but my uncle passed ten days ago and my dad said I could have it.

And sadly for me, on top of that, cleaning was not heavy on their agenda.

So, armed with disinfecting wipes, glass cleaner, spray cleaner, and bathtub cleaner, I march in.

But first I take pictures.

You know, for the before and after shots.

After cleaning off the counter of my dad's stuff, I wipe everything down.

Get the mirror looking sparkly.

And move my mini fridge full of Korean skincare products into the bathroom where they rightfully belong.

I am so proud :,)

The cotton squares are in the jar and please me aesthetically.

Some of the pieces already in the bathroom get to stay because they're pretty.

(And some of them I have to keep in there because my dad wants them there).

My dad keeps making suggestions and plugging/unplugging in my fridge trying to get the plug to stay up in the socket.

It takes a while but he manages it.

And then rearranges his stuff for ten minutes.

Okay then.

Back to cleaning.

I funnel the soap into the dispenser after finding a spare soap bottle of a scent I like in the kitchen.

But now I must fold all of the towels, wash cloths, swim towels, and hand towels in the four-tiered shelf in the bathroom.

Joy.

When they are all done and rearranged into baskets, I take down the decorative towels that could never be used and replace them with ones that can be used.

Because while I do love things to be pretty, I want them to be functional too.

Mom agrees to take those for her towels, and also to take one of the pictures in the bathroom so I have the space I need for my art.

One problem down.

But the daunting task of cleaning the tub is there, mocking me at every turn.

I decide to get it over with.

There is so much dirt on the bottom of the tub, in the corners of it, under the bath mat.

To the point where it looks like it hasn't been cleaned in years.

This is a job for scrubbing bubbles and a little time.

Which means it's time to take my dog out and have a smoke break.

One cigarette later, I borrow a huge sponge from my mom's room and set to work.

The walls and corners clean easy enough, thank god.

But the bottom of the tub is disgustingly stubborn.

With a lot of elbow grease, I get most of the stains out.

But some things never fade.

I must accept the things I cannot change.

So I take a deep breath, take down the current shower curtain, and put in the new liner.

Then, we rinse.

After that, I toss out the empty bottles on the shower caddy.

There are literally so many.

At least Seven.

The half empty ones are shoved under the sink to never see the light of day.

I fill up the shower caddy with my stuff. Only to take it out when my dad wants to move it to the other corner for me.

It's on a huge pole so I can't exactly move it myself without some help.

When that's done, I refill it.

Now only two things remain.

The art, and the last finishing touches.

One of the art pieces goes up on the same hook a mirror is on and fits perfectly.

Yay!

The other needs to be hung up over the towel rack.

Dad to the rescue.

With a step stool, hammer, and a nail, the last piece is put up.

And now the rest is up to me.

I clear out the old hamper and set the old trash on the toilet.

Then, I sweep.

With everything cleaned up, I put in the new hamper, the new trash to go with the old one (One is covered, one is not), and marvel at the transformation.

It took three and a half hours, but I am far from disappointed in how the bathroom turned out.

In fact, I am very proud.

There are a few things left to add (New baskets, the actual shower curtain, a neon sign I've had my eye on for a while, and some cute flameless candles), but it's nothing that can't wait.

I have blown through so many spoons to do this, but I regret nothing.

And of course there are before and after pics included.

Because this was a very joyous journey indeed.

#mun post #shenanigans #Today in my life #Bathroom #decorating #3.5 hours of my life are gone to this #but I regret nothing

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There are some casino myths that have been around for a while the legality of the casino industry, like the one that says card counting in casinos may land

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waterspk · 2 years

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Carbs It true that diet has an impact on the health of your hair

At the primary indications of balding, it's normal for people to blame something, or even anything, and consider it as the main reason for their diminishing hair. Baldness can happen for a wide range of reasons like a medical problem, hereditary, a shock on your system, underactive thyroid or male pattern baldness. However, there are many smooth closure dispenser lotion pump things people relate to hair loss problem that don’t have anything to do with it.

Myth #1: Your Maternal Side Is Responsible This is a really common misbelief that many people think to be true. Most of us blame our mother’s family for our hair loss. The truth is that you can get hair loss genes from both sides – maternal as well as paternal.

Myth #2: Using Shampoo Shampooing twice or thrice a week won't result in baldness and it's absolutely normal to shed up to of 100 hairs every day. However, in case you witness that the hair you're shedding isn't re-growing or getting replaced by new hair, then that can be a thing to worry about. But, even that has nothing to do with the shampoo or hair conditioner.

Myth #3: Wearing Hat Hats/Caps are often blamed by people for ruining hairstyles or causing baldness. Luckily, it’s just a myth and hats or caps have simply nothing to do with baldness, although they might ruin hairstyles. In reality, wearing a cap may be an excellent thought if you dealing with baldness problem right now. Hats or caps offer amazing protection to the scalp from sunburn or sun damage, and of course it conceals the bald area as well. Myth #4: Stress When it comes to hair loss, stress does play a role in hair thinning. However, what people fail to realise is that the amount of stress to cause hair loss is immense. Usual stress caused by work or personal problems has just nothing to do with hair loss. Extreme cases of stress or psychological problems are responsible for hair fall, but not the usual everyday stress you take.

Myth #5: Poor Circulation Many people believe that lack blood circulation in scalp leads to hair fall. In reality, if you in the process of losing hair, then the follicles no longer require more blood, so flow to that region of the scalp subsides. Bad flow of blood isn't the main reason of balding.

Myth #6: Tanning People often ask others to stay away from tanning, either on a beach or tanning beds due various reasons, however hair loss has nothing to do with tanning. Still, extreme or extensive sun exposure should be avoided. Remember, tanning has minor impact on your hair. But, if you’re planning to get hair transplant in India, then you should stay away from tanning for a while. Consult your hair surgeon.

Myth #7: Eating Carbs It true that diet has an impact on the health of your hair, and not getting enough of specific nutrients can have adverse effects. However, consumption of carbs or sugar isn’t behind your hair loss problem.

#smooth closure dispenser lotion pump

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onemilvolts-main · 2 years

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Random BNHA Headcanons pt. 1

chances are i'm gonna make this a multi-part series but idk

no real warnings! general headcanons w some fluff

featuring: midoriya izuku, sero hanta, & shinsou hitoshi

• i feel like he has the absolute worst bedhead. he wakes up and his hair is twice the size of his head. hilarious? oh, absolutely. but also really inconvenient. his hair is unkempt and messy as is, this doesn't help.

• this isn't really a HEADcanon it's just...canon, but this man has DRIP. the D in Deku stands for Drip. but he also wasn't particularly wealthy growing up so he had to stretch the budget for his fashion. he'll take you clothes shopping and you'll leave the store with like 4 great outfits for...whatever the equivalent of $40 is.

• related, i really get the vibe that izuku is a shoe guy. like not...obsessively...but he's got a good 10-15 pairs. also drops super subtle comments dissing bakugou's shitty shoes.

• BIG karaoke fan. diverse in his song choices, too! totally nails it everytime he drags you along for a party night with his hero pals.

• i just love the idea of his reckless self endangerment never going away. you say "izu please we can just hire someone to fix the roof" and he goes "I ̶̮̼̮̙̰̺̠̿̈̂̇̇̆̌̌̕͘m̴̘̝͉͔̍́ȕ̷̺̰̗̤̰̼̌s̷t̶̬̺̙͉̭̦̝̺̏̎̅͌ ̵̢͓͇̏̅̑d̴̩͓̭͚͊̈͌õ̷̢͇͓̇̓̀͂ ̸̢̧͉̮̑̋̔́͑͒͐̃͐ȋ̴̛͉̟̖̦̍̀̕t̵̛͚͚̣̮̜̿͑"

• out of all the bnha characters that people care about, hanta has the best diet and lifestyle. i mean, half of the guy's canon personality is "i like oranges". he eats like a damn nutritionist.

• if he wasn't a pro hero, he'd probably be a basketball player. he goes to the court in the nearby park 2-3 times a week to shoot hoops with his bros.

• has a lockbox of journals. he's done daily entries since he was 10 and hasn't missed a single day. it's basically a way too in-depth autobiography.

• hanta LOVES crafts and will happily do crafts with you. he's really practical for it honestly, literal walking tape dispenser. super artistic guy, probably handmakes most gifts he gives you for your birthday/valentines/christmas/etc.

• pen collection. ink pens, gel pens, fountain pens, calligraphy pens. you name it, he has some. as a result, he writes a lot. he'll be on the phone with you at work, just...absentmindedly scribbling down a love letter with one of his three hundred-ish pens.

• his eyes are incredibly sensitive, and often strained as a result. he's always squinting or leaning in, it's not constantly painful but it isn't the most pleasant feeling either. poor hitoshi.

• his hair is the softest thing known to man. it's like one of those super soft throw pillows that you just can't stop combing your hands through.

• hitoshi is a really good cook...he specializes in making bomb-ass ramen but he can really do anything!

• if you're looking for a hand to hold, hitoshi is a prime candidate. they're...so soft. his skin is so soft and nice to the touch. he's just a soft man. he's like a pillow despite being toned as all hell.

• despite his eyes always being a little fried, they're really keen, he's very observant. put him in front of a word search and it'll be done in less than 5 minutes. he's also very emotionally observant, nothing gets past this guy.

#bnha #boku no hero academia #mha #my hero academia #bnha x reader #midoriya izuku #izuku midoriya #bnha midoriya #midoriya x reader #sero hanta #hanta sero #sero x reader #hitoshi shinsou #shinsou hitoshi #bnha shinsou #bnha headcanons #shinsou x reader

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boy-in-a-flower-crown · 3 years

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notable people from my seven months of working the graveyard shift

- the regular who came in every day before 5 am to buy at least two lottery tickets and two scratch tickets

- on one occasion he came in while I was mopping the floor and he couldn't see me and i yelled "hi!" and he responded with "i wish I was"

- the surprisingly well dressed but still very exasperated man who came in at about three am asking for coffee creamer

- the 34 year old 5 foot tall woman who came in wearing hello kitty PJs at 4:45 in the morning and was incredulous that i asked her for ID when she asked to buy cigs

- the man with a smoker's voice who purchased four dollars worth of gas entirely with quarters

- the man who came in without a mask, ordered an extra large coffee, and when I started saying "because you're not wearing a mask i will have to dispense the beverage for you", he cut me off after "mask" and said "oh yeah I'm so sorry dude! i just had the most passionate kiss with someone..." while putting up a bandana. his credit card declined on $2.30 and he then ran away looking for cash. he never came back.

- the man with a heavy russian accent who was very upset that we didn't carry whole coffee beans

- the customer on skip the dishes that ordered five bottles of pepsi, a litre of milk and a bag of wine gums at 1 in the morning

- the person who left a mostly empty tub of Betty Crocker french vanilla frosting open and with a spoon on the counter

- the woman who came in at 1:30am asking to use the bathroom and when I told her no pubic access she said, verbatim, "I'm gonna take his head between my thighs, or what's left of them because I'm a skinny little chicken, and I'm gonna pop it off." no i don't know who "he" is

- the man who came in quite literally strutting at 4:30 am saying "cinnamon buns" over and over

- the kid who told me "have a good evening" at 5:30am

- the woman who asked me for cigs and rolled her eyes when I ID'd her, said "I'm 30 years old", and walked out. that's when I noticed that not only was she in her pyjamas, but she was also wearing slippers. like, in the house with a housecoat, bright pink and fuzzy kind of slippers

- the man who had to be at least in his 40s who was using what appeared to be a spiderman themed velcro clasped wallet

- the man who practically begged me to get the store to order more cinnamon buns

- the man who asked "where's your floss?" at 1:30am

- the absolute chaotic boys who asked me to sell them single cigs

- the Uber driver who told me "bless you and bless your family, you're doing a wonderful job"

- the person who ordered two packs of triple a batteries and nothing else at 1 in the morning

- the very spunky girl who came in at 2 in the morning asking if we sold caramels, and told me "it was a craving i got at 1am and i was like 'yeah let's make this!' and no. it didn't work. toxic sludge from hell." and left.

- the older woman who said "the luckiest married women become mothers, and the luckiest married men become motherfuckers."

- the boys who came in at 11pm and asked if we sold firecrackers

- the guy who straight up asked me if he could steal a taquito

- the people who made popcorn in our microwave at 2 in the morning

- the woman who told me to go masturbate after i ID'd her

- an entirely separate woman who came in wearing different hello kitty PJ pants, asked for cigs, and was incredulous when I ID'd her

- a man with an incredibly thick Irish accent who asked me why i was on the graveyard shift, and after saying "it's a pretty easy shift, especially as an introvert" he said "introversion doesn't exist" then as he was leaving he said, "you're adhd as fuck though, aren't you"

- the person who ordered two bottles of water and three packs of gum at two in the morning

- the woman who, as she was leaving, said "until next time, keep fit, and have fun."

- the man who came in at 4:30 am and told me he just had a really good date with a seagull

- the girl who asked me if her hair gave me a stoner vibe when it actively made me think of an anime girl

- the guy who was driving a bobcat

- the (definitely cis) guy who came in looking for oil and the like at about 4am. when he brought all his stuff to the counter he said, "this shit is getting too expensive" and i responded "this is why I don't drive," to which he said "well if it's got tits or tires it's gonna cause you trouble and it's gonna cost you a lot of money."

- the guy who came in, put two cans of red bull on the counter, then asked if we had twizzlers. upon hearing no, he said "forget it" and walked out without buying the red bulls.

- the man who, to pay for his items, pulled out a jar of coins that included pennies (I'm in Canada, where pennies have been discontinued for almost a decade)

- the man who came in and asked if any sex stores are in the area and open (it was 2 am). after telling him no he tried buying condoms, for which his card declined. he then proceeded to ask me if I wanted to hang out with him when my shift was over.

- the ridiculously drunk man who came in at three in the morning and when I said "hi!" he replied "good"

- the boys in their early twenties who came in at 3am and while waiting for me to grab the slurpee cup i overheard one of them say "look at how good his hair looks, i feel like i should be being fucked looking at it."

- the man who paid for a pack of cigs almost entirely in quarters

- *we'd started doing donations for covid relief in India* the man who after asking if there were sizes for the condoms, during the transaction i asked if he'd like to make a donation and he said "why would I donate to covid?" after his payment went through he said "would you?" and i said "donate to a covid relief fund?" and he said "yeah" and i was like "??? yes???"

- two people asked me if I said the donation was for chlamydia. the first guy said "if it's for chlamydia then I'm not donating" but the second guy said "i mean chlamydia sucks too, I'd donate either way"

- the three very drunk and very considerate girls who were all dressed as flappers

- the guy who asked for four tea bags for his 12oz cup and proceeded to make what I'm assuming was an attempt at a London fog

- the man who came in at about 3:40 after I'd already completed cash counts. he put a jug of chocolate milk on the counter and said "does it bother you that I'm buying this? like, can you keep it a secret just between us?" and i was like "i mean yeah sure" and then i noticed he was holding several rolls of dimes and i told him "i can't take cash right now as I've already completed the counts for shift change" and he was like "not even for gas?" and i was internally like "yeah duh" and then he goes "look man i can go without the gas but i have to have my chocolate milk" and i was like "there's nothing i can do" and then he said "do you drink chocolate milk?" and i said "not frequently, no" and he said "oh, not since you were six?" and i was like "I'm lactose intolerant" which shut him up for about three seconds before he said "you're really not gonna budge?" and then walked out

- the guy who asked for the bathroom and when I said there's no public access he said "what about friends, I've been here twice" and i said "unless you're staff you don't get to use it" and he said "i have a staph infection, does that count" and when my unimpressed look told him no he said "well i tried" and left

- the eighty year old man who was actively using a Bowser snap wallet

- the guy who had to change his tire directly in front of the store at two in the morning

- the guy who punched me in the face with a bottle of iced tea, causing me a concussion and ultimately causing me to quit my job

#funny #funny stories #night shift stories #night shift #work stories #this job sucked #flower boy text post #read all the way through #worth the read

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bleachbleachbleach · 2 years

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gigai! (.❛ ᴗ ❛.)

Man, I love gigai. They’re so weird. They seem like the hardest, most complicated way to accomplish something but I’m also 1000% willing to believe technologically/magically it really is their best possible present solution. I’ve posted before about the buck-wild gikon lore we got from Rukia, and the potential that the way we see gigai and gikon used most often in-series is not the way they have been historically used by Soul Society--that the current usage is a newer development, and is possibly even further popularized by Influencer/Cultural Icon Rukia.

I also hc that the “potential of drawing Hollows by your presence” that sitting around in gigai ameliorates, according to the Advance Team arc, is more of a context-specific concern because 1) Arrancar are afoot, 2) they are focused on things other than routine Hollow extermination (if you ARE there to exterminate Hollows, being a beacon for them would be rather convenient!), and 3) the average shinigami on one of these patrols doesn’t light up the area like a county fair in the way that a pile of Captain/VCs does.

But anyway, I’m actually here to talk about Episode 128, my latest installment of “I think about this way more often than it’s genuinely worth, but NPR gave me 5 minutes of airtime so I’m going to talk about it anyway.”

Nothing happens in Episode 128. Ichigo does 2 seconds of Vizard training and then the Advance Team Minus Renji stand around in a park at different times of day. But I love it anyway! Because I think so much about what the cultural norms around gigai/gikon are in this episode.

Step 1. When to Use Your Gikon

After standing around in a park in the afternoon, Matsumoto goes shopping. But when she gets an alert for a Hollow in her area, she realizes she has to go back to that park and stand around in it at dusk. Even though she is in full view of a human and is in fact interacting directly with this human, she stops what she’s doing and immediately bounces from her gigai, leaving her gikon in her place. I’m sure the assumption here is that any human in the vicinity shouldn’t be able to tell the difference, and that this is better than living a limp body in an alleyway. (Sidebar: The fact that there are multiple gikon types, and that the gikon dispenser has been redesigned for the Aesthetic, but NONE OF THE TYPES are good at blending, and most of them are actively bad at it, is absolutely god-tier. Love it. Perfection. Especially when you consider that Rukia says they’ve historically been used to bounce souls out of corpses lololol. Award-winning tech straight from the 12th!)

Step 2. How to Reclaim your Gigai

Anyway, Matsumoto et al do their standing in the park at dusk, and then they all go retrieve their gigai. For some reason, even though Matsumoto was closest to the park, everyone else has already retrieved theirs when they then all accompany her to get hers:

I guess it would make sense to retrieve the furthest first, since it’s faster to travel as a shinigami rather than having to walk around town in gigai. Why this needed to be a group project and they all needed to be here for Matsumoto’s retrieval? I have no idea. But anyway, the part about this I love is that Matsumoto does not seem to care one iota that her gikon is causing an absolute scene, and also was in the middle of assaulting this poor man:

Like, degree to which Matsumoto (or anyone else in this scene) is caring about the nature of this gikon/human interaction: 0. There’s basically no sense that this would be inappropriate or undesirable, or that it would create a disturbance better avoided. They just DO NOT REACT, which gives the impression that inasmuch that humans are to be protected and human buildings should not be subject to destruction-by-shinigami-battle, from the shinigami POV humans are essentially NPCs and it doesn’t much matter how you interact with them. (I also think that “caring about humans” is actually secondary to caring about their souls. Sure, it’s definitely better for humans to not die horribly by supernatural means, because that’s sad and it would make their families sad. That’s parseable. But whether their soul is in a body or not is still probably not as big a concern as whether their soul is headed for Hollowfication or Soul Society.)

There’s just this beautiful disconnect in that they don’t seem to have entirely mastered the art of existing within a living realm materially, rather than existing in its shadows. But even more than not having mastered the art, they also do not care that much about the art. Their priorities are elsewhere and it doesn’t entirely register as a consideration. That’s what I love.

Especially since this scene honestly makes it seem like the more jaw-dropping part of this is not gikon shenanigans but the number of shopping bags Matsumoto has. Like, Hitsugaya is not making that face about the gikon. This is about Matsumoto’s comment about her bags, LOL:

It’s not even just Matsumoto being deeply unselfconscious. If there were established gigai/gikon protocols for how to limit your impression on the living realm, I feel like at least Hitsugaya would care about them. Hitsugaya does not care. He barely cares when the Muppets Take Karakura High and he does not care about which of Orihime’s neighbors see them when they’re bringing in the Worm TV, LOL. Maybe he just immediately relinquishes that hope and is picking his battles here. Still, I feel like the main reason blending was even part of the conversation was because Rukia, as Soul Society’s current foremost expert, brought it up. But it’s on page 392 under the heading “Recommended but not Required” in the Advance Team “Before You Go!” pamphlet and these guys just cannot be bothered.

Though now that I think about it, I’m actually not sure why they’re not in gigai here:

It’s not like they’d just come from battle and simply hadn’t gotten back into their gigai. They just spent all night going to retrieve them and walk to the house in them! And I mean, sure, take off your outside clothes (and your little ghost sandals asfajkfjlja), and I’m sure it’s more comfortable to not be in gigai, but unless Orihime’s house is a faraday cage (who’s to say it isn’t, though), isn’t this just attracting Hollows unnecessarily, AKA one of the primary reasons gigai feature so prominently for this mission? Especially since they are in gigai to talk to Yamamoto on the Worm TV, and also(?) to attempt jinzen later, which seems--well, that seems like Challenge Mode.

It really seems like they’re still trying to work out how they’re supposed to be using these things and it’s like, oh no, why am I still wearing this apron? Why AREN’T I wearing an apron? What are aprons for??

#i joke about not being able to retain any information about bleach that does not appear in anime filler #but i think i need to be honest with myself about how much that is very very true #gigai #gikon #bleach worldbuilding #bleach anime #advance team arc

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tennessoui · 3 years

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i really am just so excited for part two of the roadtrip au and knowing it might be from obi-wan's perspective??? seeing obi-wan fawn over anakin while anakin dotes on him?? i'm losing my mind.

hey!!! bless!!!! i know i said it would be part 1, part 2, part 3, but i started writing part 2 and it's like already 2.2k long and they're just in Pennsylvania so i think we should all start thinking of this story as part 1 (finished, posted), ARC 2 (very long, is in segments, depending on what people wanna see and what road trip shenanigans i can think up), and part 3 (tbd)

anyway here's the 2.2k (squick: a/b/o, mpreg)

“Uh, sir? Are you...alright?”

That’s the gas station attendant. Obi-Wan barely resists the urge to thunk his head on the side of the bathroom stall. The only thing stopping him is how absolutely unsanitary it would be, and he already feels dirty enough. He pulls a few more squares of toilet paper from the dispenser and wipes at his mouth.

Of all the pregnancy symptoms he hates, he thinks morning sickness is the one he hates the most. And it’s the one that seems to be, for some reason, sticking around the longest.

He’d never even known how much of a misnomer morning sickness is, but it’s not like it’s only happening in the morning. He’ll feel nauseous halfway through the day, mid-afternoon, early evening.

His doctor and close friend at the hospital, Bant, had assured him this was normal and nothing to worry about. But it’s hard not to worry about it, especially when he lives with an Alpha who worries about everything.

“Just fine, thank you,” Obi-Wan says politely as he flushes the toilet and leaves before he can watch his breakfast spiral down and disappear. That’ll only make him feel even more sick.

The girl wrings her hands as she watches him wash his, and he has to take pity on her. She can’t be older than eighteen. “Morning sickness,” he tells her, placing a hand on the virtually unnoticeable swell of his belly.

“Oh!” she says. Obi-Wan fights the urge to grimace when he sees her eyes dart down to his unmarked neck. He knows how it looks. He knows how it sounds. “Sorry, sir, I didn’t mean to--”

“It’s quite alright,” he says. It’s not, but it is. Obi-Wan doesn’t want to have this conversation, doesn’t want to talk to this girl anymore. They’re passing through a small town in central Pennsylvania. He’s a pregnant, unmated, thirty-eight year old male omega. A rarity. A talking point. He doesn’t want to talk to her, he wants--

There’s a loud knock on the door to the bathroom. “Obi-Wan? Are you alright? Is there someone in there with you? I thought I heard voices. Obi-Wan? I’m coming in, Obi-Wan.”

Anakin.

Obi-Wan gets halfway through drying his hands before Anakin’s there, crowding him against the sink and nosing at his face and neck.

“Sir, this is a bathroom for omegas only!” the gas station attendant protests, but Anakin growls at her.

As much as the pregnancy has made Obi-Wan lose parts of himself to his Omegan side, it’s been ten times worse for Anakin for some reason. As far as Alphas go, Anakin’s always been a thoughtful, respectful one. Quick to anger, perhaps, but never violent or suspicious.

Now it’s like everyone in the world has done something to personally offend Anakin. Everyone but Obi-Wan.

If he didn’t feel such a burning, unignorable need to get to Seattle, Obi-Wan would have called the whole trip off weeks ago.

But he couldn’t then and he definitely can’t now, not when they’ve both taken the time off of work and Obi-Wan’s let his doctor know he’ll be out of the state and they’re already in Pennsylvania.

He’ll just let Anakin do whatever he needs to do to feel alright with taking a pregnant, unmated omega across the country. It’s not as if it’s a hardship to put up with all the scentings and hugs and looming and protectiveness.

Quite the opposite, actually.

Which just makes Obi-Wan feel even more guilty, the way he’s using Anakin like this. His dearest, closest friend, who is helping him in such an amazing way, and every time he touches him, it’s all Obi-Wan can do to not arch up into the touch.

He wishes he could blame it on the pregnancy hormones, the way his instincts are going haywire to keep an alpha--any alpha--close. But it’s not. It’s Anakin. It’s the fact that Obi-Wan is hopelessly, irreversibly in love with the alpha.

The touches and the scenting don’t mean what he wants them to. It doesn’t mean anything, the way Anakin pushes his shirts and sweaters to Obi-Wan’s chest and watches him put them on. He’s an observant man, his alpha. He knows Obi-Wan likes wearing his scent now that he’s pregnant. It’s comforting.

So even though it doesn’t mean anything at all, the way Anakin’s hands roam over his waist and stomach and hips as he growls at the poor gas station attendant, Obi-Wan has to fight to not push back into the touches, to not scent him in return.

He’s afraid once he does, he won’t be able to stop. The thought of it, of marking the beautiful, strong, virile alpha with his smell, is too addicting to ever risk trying.

“I’m fine, I’m fine. It’s just a bit of morning sickness,” he says lightly, touching Anakin’s chest gently. “She was just checking up on me.”

Anakin glares at the girl and starts to herd Obi-Wan out of the bathroom. “Not hers to check up on,” he mutters, hands latching onto Anakin’s hips and guiding him through the aisles of brightly colored chips and candy.

Obi-Wan thinks that for both of their sakes he should remind Anakin that he’s not his to check up on either, but he doesn’t want to, not when he can pretend for a little bit longer.

“I think I would like to lie down in the back for a bit,” he says, holding his stomach. “Just until we get out of this state.”

Anakin agrees immediately, like he knew he would. “Okay, Obi,” he murmurs, opening the car door for him. They’d laid down their suitcases in the wells behind the two front seats, and Anakin had thrown a couple of blankets over the entire area to make a sort of makeshift nest for Obi-Wan to sleep in should he want to.

They’ve only been driving for four hours, but Obi-Wan already wants to. He’s painfully on edge.

He hadn’t understood how hard it would be to convince his hindbrain and body to leave the safety of their apartment, but all he wants now is to nest somewhere safe for him and the baby. It would have been impossible to do this without Anakin.

“Alright,” the alpha says. “Um. Wait. Here.”

He shucks off his sweatshirt, a faded college one that Obi-Wan’s been coveting with his eyes since Anakin had put it on this morning. “Oh, dear one, no,” he forces himself to say anyway. “It’s December. You need a sweatshirt.”

“I’ll turn up the heat,” Anakin holds it out insistently, stubbornly. “Take it, come on.”

Obi-wan can only make himself hesitate for a second more before he’s snatching the soft fabric that smells like sunlight linen honeydew out of his hands and holding it greedily to his chest. “Alright.”

Under the weight of the alpha’s watchful eyes, Obi-Wan crawls into the backseat and curls up with his head diagonal from the driver’s seat. He thinks it’ll be nice to wake up and see Anakin’s profile whenever he wants to without additional shifting.

“Oh shit,” Anakin curses suddenly. “I was going to buy a coffee.” The alpha pauses, clearly torn between going back inside and not wanting to leave the omega alone in the car. But Obi-Wan knows Anakin, and he needs his coffee.

“Oh,” he says as if he’s just remembering something himself, “can you get me one of those bananas on the counter? I think they’re good for babies.”

That, obviously, changes everything for Anakin who straightens instantly. “Bananas are good for babies,” he declares, nodding his head before narrowing his eyes. “Would you...can I lock the door? I won’t be long. Just for safety.”

Obi-Wan blinks and purses his lips to stop his little smile. His alpha can be so silly. Safety. In the middle of the afternoon in rural Pennsylvania. “Okay, alpha,” he agrees before he even realizes that he really shouldn’t be calling Anakin alpha. Especially not when the other man always reacts so strongly to it.

Case in point, he thinks to himself sadly as Anakin’s hand spasms on the car door handle before he slams it and hustles away, almost at a run.

With a long sigh, he flops back down into his nest and squirms until he gets comfortable. There’s a pillow close to his hand that he hugs to his chest when he realizes it’s Anakin’s pillow from his bed at home. It smells amazing, a mix of both of them together.

Ever since he’d told the alpha he was pregnant, Obi-Wan’s fallen asleep in Anakin’s bed more often than not. It’s a comfort thing, one that Obi-Wan feels intensely guilty about. Surely if he keeps being so clingy and whiny and Omegan, Anakin will get sick of him.

And this is just the beginning of the pregnancy. He knows rationally that Anakin loves him as a friend, a brother, but how long is that love going to last if Obi-Wan can’t get a handle on his goddamn hormones? Anakin hadn’t signed up for any of this. It’s not even his pup. How much is Obi-Wan willing to put him through just because he can’t imagine a life without the alpha in it?

Wouldn’t it be the best thing for the both of them to cut their losses now? Bail and Breha had told Obi-Wan he could move in with them for the duration of the pregnancy if he needed to. The only thing that stopped him from saying yes immediately had been the hope that Anakin would be willing to stay with him, keep living with him even after he’d fucked up so much.

And the alpha, by some miracle, hadn’t left, hadn’t moved out. But Obi-Wan can’t shake the thought that he will soon, that this will all get to be too much. Obi-Wan’s omega whimpers at the back of his mind at the idea that one day the alpha will be gone.

The scent of distressed omega fills the car as Obi-Wan feels his bottom lip start to wobble.

Alright, the influx of hormones that are wreaking havoc on his emotions is probably the pregnancy symptom he hates the most. But morning sickness is still up there, too.

He sniffs into Anakin’s college sweatshirt and tries to think happy thoughts. He shouldn’t make Anakin worry about his emotions when he’s already spending so much time worried about his physical health.

How much is Obi-Wan going to take advantage of Anakin’s kindness?

The doors unlock with a beep, signaling his alpha’s return to the car.

It doesn’t take Anakin even a second to catch onto Obi-Wan’s recent spiral of emotion, but at least he won’t know why unless Obi-Wan tells him.

“Obi?” he asks frantically, as soon as he opens the car door. “Obi, are you alright? Did something happen? Did someone see you--?”

“Put the coffee down before you spill it,” Obi-Wan instructs after peeking out of his sweatshirt haven. “I’m alright, Anakin. It’s just the hormones. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize,” Anakin shakes his head. “You don’t have anything to be sorry for.”

The statement pulls a wry smile from Obi-Wan. “Oh, I can think of a few things,” he murmurs, touching his belly with a pointed, gentle hand. Before Anakin can say anything about that, he continues quickly. “I was just wondering about something, I’m fine, really. Really.”

And then, knowing he shouldn’t but also knowing it’ll distract Anakin enough from this line of questioning, he tilts his head back to expose his neck and says, “Can we drive, alpha?”

The coffee cup still clutched in Anakin’s hands bursts open under the force of his grip. He really should have put it down.

Anakin curses up a storm as he shakes the hot liquid off of his skin, and Obi-Wan sits up worriedly. Anakin was bothered so much by Obi-Wan calling him that that he accidentally hurt himself. No more, the omega resolves. He can take a hint.

“Are you alright?” he asks, grabbing at Anakin’s hand to examine the red skin.

“I’m fine!” Anakin yelps, jumping away. “I just--I’m just going to go wash this off. Um. And get more coffee.”

He slams the door shut, and Obi-Wan wilts as he watches him go. He can’t even follow after him because Anakin’s locked the doors with his car key. He’s done enough already.

“Oh baby,” he tells his stomach. “I don’t think I’m ever going to have that alpha figured out.”

The baby is still and, of course, silent, but Obi-Wan takes comfort in their presence anyway. They can’t leave him. Not yet, at least.

Gingerly, he maneuvers his way out of his nest so he can reach his messenger bag he’d left in the foot of his passenger seat. It takes some finangling, but finally he’s able to fish out his headphones. As he resettles into his nest, surrounded on all sides by Anakin’s scent, he notices the bunch of bananas thrown in the driver’s seat.

Obi-Wan snorts at his silly alpha, but can’t deny that he’s touched at the same time.

It’s extremely easy to find the track he wants to listen to, what with how often he listens to it these days. Sometimes, it’s the only thing that can get him to fall asleep.

He pulls up the downloaded homemade album Anakin had given him for Christmas four years back. When he presses play, his alpha’s deep melodic voice spills into his ears.

“Whan that Aprill with his shoures soote, the droghte of March hath perced to the roote…”

Of course he can’t be sure, but he’s fairly certain he’s asleep by the time Anakin comes back to the car.

#asks #squick tag: a/b/o #squick tag: mpreg #prompt fill #roadtrip au #oh?? its somehow MORE angsty now that obi-wan's POV is being explored???#is ANYONE surprised??? lmao #(no)#also yes at the end obi-wan is listening to anakin recite the general prologue of the canterbury tales with the original english #that anakin learned how to pronounce correctly so he could make obi-wan the best christmas present ever #was it going to be a love confession too but he chickened out at the last second??? yah #will anakin get jealous obi-wan's always lsitening to something on his phone and demand to know what it is??? yah #poor dumb men

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