#hmm. 3? 3.5? hours

[mixedstyles]

As Long as You Are - Part 3.5

LINKS: Part 3, Social Media Blurb, Masterlist

Author’s Note: This is a little interlude of Auden and y/n reading the message and what she replies with. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to continue writing to make it a Part 4 but @ethereallyd suggested that it would work as a 3.5 (gotta shout out the homies)

Pronouns Used: She/Her (use of y/n)

POV: Third Person. 

Warnings: swearing, probably incorrect music terminology, mediocre use of punctuation. NOT PROOFREAD

Word Count: 1319

It took all of y/n’s willpower not to look at the message before they got to her apartment which was around a 20 minute subway ride away. Every time y/n would look at her friend Auden would shake her head as if to tell her “not yet” and to wait to open the message. By the time the two of them flew into y/n’s apartment they were out of breath and laughing at the ridiculousness of two college students racing down the street. 

“Open it! Open it!” Auden chanted as she collapsed onto the floor.

“Okay, okay. I’m doing it now.” y/n’s hands were slightly shaking either from the cardio she got sprinting to her apartment or her waiting hours for his response.

“Read it out loud, I don’t want to have to look over your shoulder.” Auden said.

“Okay, it starts:

“So, this is a long message and I also got distracted. Hopefully you didn’t think I left you on read. Anyway, your question about how I went about researching is fairly simple to explain. I went down a Google and Spotify rabbit-hole figuring out which artists have a similar sound to yours. Not in a “wow these are just carbon copies” because there was literally no one I could find who had the same sound. Which is a good thing by the way.

 “I listened to the whole There’s Always Glimmer album multiple times throughout my investigation. I think I might officially be classified as a ‘fanboy’. But I digress.

“I saw you had done some work with Ed Tullett (who was a brand new artist to me) and I looked up what his music was classified as. Google said “indie, indie folk, and experimental” and you’re a bit of everything there. So I did a little more digging about how the concept of “experimental” is classified and it’s basically defined as: ‘any music or music or music genre that pushes the existing boundaries and genre definitions-”

“Dude, is he quoting his sources?” Auden cut in.

“Uh, I actually think he is. Now be quiet.” y/n said before continuing to read the message aloud.

“Which I might have overlooked if you hadn’t sent me a recording of the work in progress-”

“Hold up,” Auden said as she pushed the phone away from her friend's face. “You let Harry Styles listen to your current work but not me?” she asked, offended.

“Would it help if I told you that-”

“No.” Auden said, cutting off y/n mid sentence, “you can’t use that one again. You already used it today.” Y/n gave a sheepish smile to her friend, shrugging. “I’m expecting you to play the recording for me after we finish with this, now continue reading.”

“And it wasn’t indie or folk or a mix of the two. It was completely different. You used a lot of sound distortion, synthesizers, and experimental instrumentals. I’m not really sure how to properly explain it because it was only 30 seconds, but even within There’s Always Glimmer you can hear the start to your experimentation with varying tones. And I truly think that it’s a kind of sound that I haven’t heard in a long time. I suppose the only other album that gives a similar vibe in terms of experimentation you’ve touched upon is the 1976 album Mother Earth’s Plantasia by Mort Garson. But even then there are drastic differences.”

“My God,” Auden cut in as y/n took a breath, “he wrote you a whole novel.” She explained, pointing to the phone.

“He’s clearly trying to explain.” Y/n defended.

“Explain what, y/n? It’s like he’s trying to meet a word count on a school paper.”

“Auden!” Y/n exclaimed.

“What? He could have written you maybe a paragraph, not a full thesis paper.”

“Hmm, I don’t have a rebuttal for that. But we’re almost finished.”

“As a closing statement to this long winded TEDTalk, I want to ask a question, which you can say no to. I’ll be in New York June 16 for a concert and I would love to sit in on your creative process and I’m up for staying a couple extra days in New York. Would you be up for that? Only if you’ll have me. I know this is fairly last minute. So no pressure.”

“Oh my gosh. Did Harry just…” Auden trailed off.

“I think he did,” y/n said, finishing her friend’s thought. Y/n turned towards Auden, the phone in her hand forgotten, neither of them moved as they stared at each other in bewilderment. “Does this mean I’ve made it?” Y/n said, breaking the silence that had settled over the studio apartment.

“Are you kidding me!” Auden grabbed the phone that had fallen out of y/n’s hand and pointed to the message, “Harry Styles just sent you like a 400 word essay describing your music, said he’s a fan. No, scratch that,” Auden cut herself off, “he said ‘fanboy’ and then asked if he could visit you in the studio. Yeah, I think you’ve made it.”

“I genuinely do not know what to do now.”

“Well I do.” Y/n looked back up at Auden and waited for her to continue, “it’s time for us to freak the fuck out. We’ve been way too casual throughout this whole… thing. I don’t even know what to call it. Plus, it’s New York City, no one will care if we scream.”

The two of them took a solid 20 minutes to get their fangirl-era excitement out of their systems before drafting a response to Harry. Auden insisted on acting cool and casual but y/n wanted to make sure that he knew she wasn’t just saying yes because of who he was. It took an additional 10 minutes for them to reach the final draft. 

The discussion came to an end when y/n said, “y’know that I’m the one he’s messaging, right?”

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Direct Message: harrystyles

oh my gosh, that was a long message but so thoughtful. thank you, truly. that meant a lot to me. especially coming from someone whose music i enjoy.  and yes, that would be awesome! i’m busy june 18th but i’m free the 19th and 20th.

Thank goodness, I was a bit worried that the massive message would come across as overwhelming. The 19th and 20th are perfect, just let me know what times work best for you. I’ll be on your time

you’d like to visit both days?

Oh, I’m so sorry, I misunderstood. Either one is fine.

no no no! no need for an apology. you’re more than welcome to come both days!

Awesome! I just don’t want to intrude or anything

not intruding! i’ll send you the address. you’ll also need to let me know when you get to the door because you need a keycard to get in on the weekends i typically arrive at the studio on sunday’s around 5-ish pm and then stay fairly late so feel free to drop by anytime after 5! and i teach on monday’s from 12-1:30 and then my friend and i typically grab lunch after. so maybe around 2:30 on monday?

Yeah, that sounds great! I’m excited to see the studio

oh, one other thing. i don’t mean to offend or anything but is it okay if i bring my best friend, auden? she’s normally with me anyway

No offense taken. And of course you can! I was planning on bringing Mitch too The besties can meet

oh no mitch is going to be there?

… yes? Would you rather him not?

i’m going to be honest, i’m a little more intimidated by him than you

Now that’s offensive

i’m sorry 😭 his musical talent is just incredibly impressive 

I’ve known him for years and I get it

that literally doesn’t help at all now i’m even more nervous

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[juniper-sunny]

The Art in the Heart - Chapter 8

Vander has some insights into your mutual friend, while Silco has some unnerving observations of his own to share…

Everybody Lives AU | Pre-Act 1 | Silco x Reader | Female!Reader | Slow Burn | Eventual Smut | Fluff | Mild Angst || SFW | TW: Mentions of Stalking | WC: 2.72k

ao3 || Masterlist || Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 3.5 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7

taglist: @sherwood-forests @deny-the-issue @let-the-monster-out @ariaud @joscelyn02 @crunchlite

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You suppose you should be feeling lucky right now, upon waking up. Silco is nearby, and you don’t have a hangover despite last night’s festivities. What you do have, however, is cramps from the crouching position you were sleeping in. 

And a pain in your heart. An ache that chafes only when you look at your friend. 

As you raise your head, you look down to see yourself and Silco covered in patched, thick blankets. Two glasses of water covered with coasters stand patiently on the coffee table. 

You pick up a glass and sip the water slowly. Drinking in the sight of a sleeping Silco the whole time. 

Thinking back to the morning after his sleepover at your place, you had almost told him everything. But you didn't. He didn’t need to know, back then. After all, you were still in the getting-to-know-you phase of your friendship. No need to tell him all your secrets at once. 

Things are different now. Now he wants you to join the Children. 

You grip the cup tightly in your hands. Shaking slightly.

It's been a long time since you made a new friend. When is the right time to tell them your deepest, darkest secrets? When do the grains of sand in the hourglass gather high enough to bury you in guilt?

Whatever the right answer is, it's better late than never. It wouldn’t be fair to hide it from him any longer. You’ll have to tell him soon. 

Even if he changes his mind about you.

For now, you let yourself enjoy Silco’s company. Just another moment of watching his eyes dart underneath his eyelids. Dust motes dancing in the air and settling on his cheekbones. His chest rising and falling slowly, gentle snores filling the room.

You get up as quietly as you can, setting the now empty glass down on the coffee table. Draping your own blanket over Silco’s shoulders. 

Right before you cross the threshold into the pub proper, you look over your shoulder at him. One last time. 

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On your way out, you bump into Vander taking inventory of the drinks behind the bar.

“Good morning,” you greet him, surprised. He was up later than you and is awake now? Those are long working hours. “Thanks for everything last night. Hope I wasn’t too much trouble.” 

“Morning,” he smiles. “Don’t worry, lass. You’re better company than most. How are you feeling?”

“Fine, thanks,” you yawn. “Could you tell Silco I said hi?”

“Actually, I wanted to talk to you about him. If you got a moment,” he nods at the counter. 

“Sure,” you pull out a bar stool and take a seat, curious about what Vander wants to say.

He leans forward, palms pressed on the edge of the bar. “How long have you known him?” 

“Hmm… a little over two months now? Give or take a couple weeks,” you say thoughtfully.

The barman whistles in awe. “That’s not long… you really are something.” 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You ask, concerned. A sharp, almost panicked edge in your voice. 

Vander drums his fingers on the bar. “Round these parts, Silco brings us the most reliable intelligence. He’s never let us down before, and he never, ever, tells us who his sources are. Something about not compromising their integrity. And he never asks us to let them join the Children.” 

You fidget in your seat. A lump in your throat makes it hard to get the words out, “Wait… Are you saying I’m not just a ‘source’ to him?”

“You’re something more than that,” he says. “He hasn’t said anything, but I can tell from the way he talks about you. And to you.” 

The pain in your heart is briefly overtaken by a flutter of hope. A baby bird tentatively learning to take flight. 

“Nobody cares more about the Nation of Zaun than Silco,” Vander continues. “But I worry that he doesn’t make room for anything else. If he finds someone he cares about— really cares about— it’ll help remind him that we’re doing this for real people. Not just an idea.”

“He cares about you and Sevika, doesn’t he? And the rest of the Children?”

Vander shakes his head. “That’s different. We’re prepared to go down swinging. I’ll bet he’s told you that if we die, ‘it should be a cause for celebration not mourning’?”

You nod. 

“He needs reminding that the cause isn’t just worth dying for, it’s worth living for too. That people besides us would miss him when he’s gone.” 

You know that Vander means you when he says “people”. You were already worried for him when you first found out he was a member of the rebel group. 

If you lost him now, though? Now that you’ve become friends?

Now that you want to be… more than friends? 

You have to admit it. You’d be devastated.

You clench your fists and raise them to your chest unconsciously. Trying to physically protect your heart from the notion of Silco’s death. 

“What are you trying to say, Vander?” you ask quietly.

“I’m not going to tell you what to do. But you’re a good woman and I hope you stick around, for his sake,” he says. He tilts his head encouragingly at you. “You saw how happy you made him last night. He could make you happy, too.” 

You turn over his words in your mind. Sitting who knows how long in silence. 

Part of you wants to tell Vander that he doesn’t even know you, not really. Another part of you is thrilled that your deepest wishes about Silco’s feelings might be true. 

But when you think about what you have yet to tell him, it hurts all the more. 

That you could lose it all. 

“Thanks, Vander,” you hop off the seat. You give him a small smile, hoping it conveys the depth of your gratitude that you don’t quite have the words for. “When Silco wakes up… could you tell him— if he wants to hang out— to meet me at the bridge? On the Zaun side?”

“Sure,” he nods, winking kindly at you. 

Right before you exit, you call out, “Can you ask him to bring a backpack?”

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Less than an hour later, Silco’s there. Waiting for you.

You try your best to close the distance as fast as you can. It’s hard with the oversized, heavy grocery wagon you’re pulling along. 

He’s leaning against the railing of the bridge, smoking. Backpack strap slung over one shoulder. When you approach him, he flicks the cigarette away. Standing up straight to greet you with a smile.

“Hi,” he says. He pulls your jacket out of his backpack and hands it to you. “You left this behind last night. Thank you, by the way.”

“No worries,” you smile back at him as you don your jacket. “How are you holding up?”

He rubs his temples. “I’ve certainly been in better form after a night of indulgence. But it could also very much be worse.” 

“Good thing you didn’t do any knife tricks,” you tease him.

“My apologies for my uncouth manner last night,” Silco cringes. “And for burdening you at the end of our revelry. Is there any possible way I could make it up to you?”

You grin at him. “I’m not going to lie, I was hoping you’d say that.”

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Topside’s farmers’ market is perhaps the jewel of the whole city. Sure, the small wooden stalls and tiny pop-up shops can’t hold a candle to the grand architecture of institutions like the Piltover Academy, but it’s the sheer bustle and life of the area that draws you in. Countless vendors selling their wares, mostly imported vegetables and meats from far off lands. Artisans and hobbyists showing off handmade crafts and goods, calling out and haggling spiritedly with customers. Even the odd street performer or two enlivens what would otherwise be an overly prudish crowd just milling around to shop. 

It’s one of your favorite places to visit in Topside. Nobody cares if you’re from Zaun, Piltover, or even foreign lands like Noxus or Ionia. You don’t even need to spend coin to enjoy the sights. You can be yourself around here.

Before you enter the area, Silco clears his throat. “Is this your intended destination?”

“Yeah, what’s up?” You ask. 

He glances around surreptitiously. “How do Topsiders feel about weapons being openly carried on one’s person?”

“It probably wouldn’t be okay. Why? Are you carrying?”

He nods. On his belt is a sheathed knife, which he removes and places in his backpack. “Let us proceed.”

“Sorry, I should have told you,” you curse at yourself for your thoughtlessness. (If Silco got arrested because of you, you would never forgive yourself—)

“It’s quite alright. I presume we’re here to do some shopping?”

“Yup! Have you ever been here before?”

“I’m afraid not,” he says dryly. “Most of my ventures Topside tend to involve less… sanctioned matters.” 

“I’ll show you around then,” you say excitedly. “There’s some pretty cool stuff here!”

The truth is you do have a deadline, but you want to give Silco a chance to enjoy the sights. Instead of hitting your usual stalls and shops with the practiced speed and efficiency of a regular visitor, you take your time. Pointing out exotic produce and holding them up for Silco to look at closely. Smirking when he scoffs at a seller who claims to have the bitterest fruit in all of Runeterra. Trying and failing not to laugh when he samples said fruit and almost immediately spits it out. 

Your shopping trip carries on peacefully like this. The grocery wagon slowly filling with eggs, meats, fruits, rice, breads, pastas, vegetables, snacks, spices, sauces, and cooking oils. All of it is stacked carefully, almost overflowing. His backpack is used to keep soaps and detergents separate from the foodstuffs. When he insists on pulling the wagon, you accept.

It would be nice if this were all you needed to do today, if you had nothing more pressing to think about than shopping. But when you ask Silco if he needs to take a break, he nods. Turning to you with a serious look on his face. 

“May I speak with you about what transpired last night?” Silco asks. His lips pressed together in a tight, thin line.

You nod hesitantly. 

When you find an empty bench near a fountain, you both take a seat. He leans forward. Resting his elbows on his legs and slowly wringing his hands.

“My apologies, again, if my wish for you to join the Children disconcerted you in any way,” he says regretfully. “I never meant for you to find out in such an objectionable manner.” 

“It’s okay,” you reassure him. “I don’t know why you want me to join, though.”

He bites his bottom lip, deliberating for a moment. Then turning to face you.

“You are kind, resourceful, and brave,” he looks at you warmly when you blush from embarrassment. “The Children of Zaun would be blessed with great fortune if you did choose to join our ranks. However… I must admit I have an ulterior motive for extending an offer of membership.”

“What??” Your voice is timid and you freeze in your seat. (You must have done something wrong. Of course you did, you always do—)

“I’m afraid this might alarm you, but I have noticed someone shadowing your footsteps, as of late. My attempts to track them down have yet to yield any success.”

So he already knows about your stalker? It’s almost a relief that he’s the one to bring it up. “Thanks, but you didn’t have to do that. It’s probably nothing.” 

He sits up, clenching his fists. Brows furrowed in anger. “So you knew??”

“It’s whatever,” you shrug. “Well, it’s kind of annoying when I’m painting. But other than that it’s not a big deal.”

“‘Not a big—’” Silco repeats, then groans in frustration. Bolting out of his seat to pace furiously like a frantic dog in a cage. “You are being hounded by someone who knows where and when you work! Their intentions are unknown to you and yet you choose to do nothing?!”

“What am I supposed to do? It’s not like I could— I can’t chase them down and fight them or something,” you point out.  

Silco opens his mouth as if to continue arguing, then stops himself. He closes his eyes, taking a deep breath to calm down. 

“I cannot allow this stranger to approach you if they mean you harm. If you were to join the Children, then I would be more readily available to protect you at all hours.” He kneels and places his hands over yours, squeezing lightly. “Please.” 

This is… not what you were expecting. At all. You’re touched by his concern. The contentment that’s been glowing in your chest all morning blooms into joy. 

Still, you can’t help but wonder if this is worth all the trouble. It’s one thing to idly daydream about Silco helping you; it’s another story when he’s actually going out of his way to do so. 

(You’re not worth it.)

You close your eyes. Pondering your reply with a heavy heart. 

“Silco… thank you,” you say slowly. “But I’m in the middle of a commission right now. I have to finish it. So I can’t join the Children. Not right now, anyways.” 

He squints at you, lips narrowing in disappointment. Then he sighs in defeat. “Somehow it doesn’t surprise me to know that you value your craftsmanship over your own well-being. If you were a lesser artist, perhaps you would have made the better choice.”

“If I were a lesser artist, we would never have met,” you point out with a smile. “I’d never have gotten commissioned to do the mural.” 

“If art were not your profession, I would have endeavored to find you in other ways,” he says with a determined look.

“Really? Even if all I did was paint penises on walls?” You laugh at your own joke. 

“No matter what you paint, I would still consider myself a lucky man to have met you,” Silco says matter-of-factly. Squeezing your hands again. 

With how much blushing you’re doing, you wonder if your face is as red as the tomatoes you purchased today. You look away at the fountain, contemplating throwing yourself in so you can swim away. 

“If you won’t join the Children,” he continues, “please at least allow me to safeguard you while you work.”

“I don’t want you to waste your time—”

“No time spent with you is wasted. Ever,” he says sternly. “Please. If not for you, then for my own peace of mind.” 

Well, when he puts it that way…The baby bird in your chest flutters again. Wings of hope and happiness filling your heart. “Alright.”

Silco’s smile is bright and lights up his whole face. His almost dopey grin revealing almost all of his chipped teeth. 

You can’t help but grin back at him too. 

As you stand, you put on Silco’s backpack. Reluctantly pulling your hands away as he rises to his feet. “We should get going. Don’t want the food to go bad.”

“Are you endeavoring to feed an army of some sort?” Silco asks as you both head out to the bridge, away from Piltover and towards the Promenade. 

“Something like that,” you tug on the backpack straps. “Do you have plans for today?”

“Not at all. I am at your disposal for as long as you need me.” Gods, it’s like Silco is incapable of saying no to you today. You’re not going to lie, it’s pretty nice. 

You approach a bathysphere ticket booth at the edge of the Promenade. After purchasing two tickets, you hand one to Silco. Soon after, the bathysphere is ready to depart.

When the two of you and your cargo are both situated inside, Silco gives you an inquisitive look. “Where are we taking all this?”

“Janna’s Hearth.” The orphanage you were raised in. 

He waits for you to elaborate. You just give him an enigmatic smile and look out the window.

He doesn’t need to know. Not just yet. You just want to enjoy spending as much time with him as possible... Before you have to tell him the truth.

Chapter 9

#Arcane #Arcane fanfic #Silco #Silco x Reader #Arcane Silco #Silco Arcane #my writing #The Art in the Heart #TAITH #tw stalking #stalking tw

[the-final-sif]

Yeah aus of convict childcare where Dream and Michael don't get kidnapped just won't work, they wouldn't have bonded and Dream would just peace out like in canon.

Tho, that has me questioning - at what point in the story, had Technoblade managed to find and rescue the duo earlier, would Dream want to stick around instead of leaving?

Because he would probably leave them all had they been rescued a week in, and we know he doesn't leave when they manually get out, so at what point would that scale tip?

Hmm, that's hard to pinpoint.

There's two parts to c!Dream not leaving are first and foremost the fact he physically cannot, and the second is Michael gets very attached and worried about his caretaker's health (moreso than Dream was expecting).

For Michael's attachment's, that happens relatively quickly. After a month or so, Michael considers Dream his primary caretaker. His protectiveness over Dream escalates slowly, with a sharp turning point at around 3 and a half months, when c!Sam tries to take him away. Michael reacts poorly to Sam, Sam takes this out on Dream, and at some point Sam doesn't clean Dream's blood off properly making Michael feral. After that, Sam has no choice but to give Michael back to Dream as the baby will not longer let him be in the same room. Once he's back, Michael's clingyness and protective nature has escalated heavily.

As for Dream's health, it's not exactly good by any measure, but he would still be physically capable of leaving up until about month 3 or 4, that's when he starts getting really sick, and the point where his body starts crumbling without health potions. Still, as long as he had access to health potions, he could force himself to leave and get to c!Punz. The only reason he goes with c!Phil/c!Niki is because he's off the health potions and breaking down, and they know better than to give him more. Techno might give him more during a breakout, without knowing that Dream will push himself using them.

So, Dream would attempt to leave if he got health potions getting broken out around 3-4 months. However, past about 4 months the odds of him actually making it to Punz are slim. Instead he'd end up out in the wilderness, unable to make it much further.

Either way, Michael past a month isn't going to be trusting these new folks and would go looking for his proper caretaker. He'd probably manage to track him down to Punz's place and then there's a whole custody issue since Michael refuses to leave for awhile. There, Dream doesn't quite end up with the syndicate, but he has to be around a lot to help with Michael.

Past that three and a half month mark, Michael's going to be violent in his attempts to follow Dream. If they got rescued early, Michael's escape takes longer, several days at least. If they got rescued after the 3.5 mark, Michael gets told by c!Phil that Dream isn't coming back after a day and a half, and Michael's fucking out. It's like a 12 hour period between Michael being told that and him finding a nearly dead c!Dream. After that point, c!Dream gets found by the syndicate, they realize he's not in any condition to be leaving and it goes similarly to the original AU.

#c!dream #michael_beloved #michael beloved #dsmp #dream smp #sif speaks #sif answers #my headcanons #convict childcare au

[beckyandrick]

First CR triathlon…first solo road trip…and a little added adventure of figuring out how/where to charge my car with the assistance of some kind helpers. ❤️

I’ve found a great running/triathlon team here that has embraced the gringa. ;) So I’ve been excited to do my first triathlon in Costa Rica…and then I realized that it was the same weekend that Rick would be on an annual fishing trip, so competing would mean driving myself…for the first time outside of San José…for 3.5 hours to the beach…and then figuring out the charging network for my electric vehicle. Hmm.

I sat on the decision for a couple weeks…and then signed up. Figured if I had paid the $, I’d have to figure it out! So grandma to the rescue…she flew down to stay with Kai and I packed up the car.

I got lucky with a gorgeous day and a great stretch of new highway to the beach. And I knew I was as heading in the right direction when I pulled up behind a van with about 15 bikes on top. Step 1…get there, solo. Done!

So I found my Airbnb, got my race packet and figured I should charge my car so I didn’t worry about it the next day as I headed home after the race. You see, I decided to buy an EV as we moved to CR, but I had yet to drive it outside of San Jose since Rick always drives his car for road trips. So I had never charged my car outside of our garage. Hmm…adventure #2…

Easily found the first charger right near packet pickup…no luck. For some reason it doesn’t seem to recognize my car, despite a very kind American man trying to help me. No problem…I find another charger in my app and head to the next town north. After talking my way into the hotel where it was located with my limited Spanish…again, no luck. But the sweet men pictured above must have pushed every button trying to help. Hmm. Okay, no problem…headed to the next town south. At this point I’m getting a tour of Guanacaste I hadn’t planned on, but I have time and still plenty of charge, so Pura Vida! Third charger…in front of a hardware store in a small town…it works! But will take 8 hours. Oh my…not exactly where I thought I’d spend my beach weekend pre-triathlon. So I message my Airbnb host who mentions a new charger back near where I am staying, which is not yet in my app. Success! I plug my car in and head to the beach to see where we will start the swim in the morning and to watch the sunset. I’m feeling quite accomplished…and I haven’t even done a triathlon yet!

Post sunset, I retrieve my (fully charged, whew!) car and head to dinner with my team. Ready for step #3 of the weekend…the actual triathlon!

Ready…swim, bike, run, done! So much fun. In the US, triathlon rules prohibit spectators from assisting athletes in any way. But here, every team had a tent and volunteers with water, ice, sports drink and would cheer on and chase down their teammates with whatever they needed! The energy was amazing!

After the rest of the team finished their longer races I grabbed breakfast (gallo pinto, typical CR breakfast, never tasted so good!) and got on the road back home to San Jose.

Just the weekend I needed. Out of my comfort zone for sure but I’ll admit I felt pretty proud of myself for just doing it.

Thankful for grandma for coming down to be with Kai, Rick for leaving me thoughtful notes of encouragement and my coworkers who were on call if I got myself into trouble on my first solo road trip in a new country. Pura vida!

[tvrundownusa]

tvrundown USA 2023.02.05

Sunday, February 5th:

(streaming weekly): "1923" (Para+), Mayor of Kingstown (Para+), Crash Course in Romance (netflix)

(original made-for-TV movies): "The Happy Camper" (UPtv, 2hrs), "Under the Influence" (TVOne, earlier, 2hrs), "Grilling Season" (HMM, a "Curious Caterer" mystery, 2hrs), "My Landlord Wants Me Dead" (LIFE, 2hrs+)

(2023 Grammy Awards): "Countdown to the Red Carpet" (E!, 2hrs), "Live from the Red Carpet" (E!, 2hrs), The Grammy Awards (CBS|Para+, 65th annual, live, 3.5 hours), "E! After Party" (E!, live, 60mins)

(other specials): U.S. Figure Skating Championships (NBC, mid-day "Exhibition Gala"), 30 for 30 (ESPN, "Bullies of Baltimore", 2hrs), "American Pain" (CNN, drug epidemic documentary, 2hrs), "Titanic: 25 Years Later" (NatGeo, w/ James Cameron), "For All Humankind" (SCI, space exploration documentary, 2hrs)

(hour 1): Miss Scarlet & The Duke (PBS), Worst Cooks in America (FOOD, season 25 finale)

(hour 2): All Creatures Great and Small (PBS), The Way Home (HALL), Mayfair Witches (AMC), Godfather of Harlem (MGM+), The Last of Us (HBO), Your Honor (SHO), Superchef Grudge Match (FOOD, competition premiere, special night)

(hour 3): Vienna Blood (PBS, penultimate), "Murder in Big Horn" (SHO, true-crime docuseries, part 1 of 3), "Murf the Surf: Jewels, Jesus, and Mayhem" (MGM+, thief docu-series premiere)

(hour 4 - latenight): The Graham Norton Show (BBCAm), YOLO: Silver Destiny ([adultswim])

#CuriousCaterer #JackRolandMurphy #SuperchefGrudgeMatch #television

[chelleztjs18]

Hello you mrs. honey nut cheerio lefty eyebag 😌

I have been sleeping early than usual actually. I think I am just ready for the last few days to past but it feels like the week is dragging lol

Oh wow that is pretty late. I'm surprised that Emily had energy to open presents and play at that time hahaha I would have been telling her to go sleep or santa will take the presents back lol just kidding I wouldn't do that to a 2 year old.

By the way, has it snowed there yet?

That's exciting! Are you guys going to just drive to Texas or fly again?

I tried moscow mule once.. was not a big fan of it 😅 I think I only really ordered it for the little mug hahahaha 😆

Same, I think most places that I've been to that served tiramisu only uses sponge cake. Yeah, I'm planning on making that mango dessert again but with less condensed milk. I am already too sweet. Hahahaha just kidding 😂

CA does have a lot of filipino places 😭 my uncle lives there and I want to visit him next year so that he can take me to all the restaurants that have good filipino chefs. Here there's only one place I know that was open a few years ago, but I don't know if they still are after the whole covid thing 🥲 there is a lady that I found on Facebook that caters and does pick up orders for filipino food though. I ordered her food once and it was decent.

Do you guys have Indonesian snacks that you'd recommend? Since I can't find any Indonesian restaurants here, I may be able to get snacks at the small oriental store we have in Omaha.

Hm that's interesting 🤔 all your movie choices have barely any dramatic scenes. Have you always been like that, not wanting to cry because you think it shows weakness? (Sorry if that came out bad and rude, I don't mean to be rude)

I have to think about mine too because I am drawing blank for 3 movies. I can only think of one that always make me cry and that's the Phantom of the Opera - the part where they sing all I ask of you and then the ending part around where Christine kisses the phantom.

Next, name 3 movies that you could watch on repeat and never get tired of.

By the way, I made a separate account and started writing! Well I don't know if you'd consider it writing, but I posted mostly conversation stuff between r and characters (mainly Wanda).

-CuriousGeorge

Hello hello corn-punn!

How r u today? Aw thats no fun u sleep earlier than usual.. just kidding.

Why u cant wait for the days to past? R u that ready for new year? 😆😁 whats ur plan for new year?

Haha yeah, i let her play but then she followed whn i said it's time to bed..thank god..hahahha.

No, it hasnt been snow or anything here..im so upset right now..🙄 it's not even that cold here.. only 66.

We r driving to t3xas.. it's only 3.5 hours.

Haha i love moscow mule. It's one of my favorite cocktails. I have a set of the copper mugs n the shakers. My husband gave me. Lol. I guess i love moscow mule that much that he gave them to me.lol. my most favorite drink is apple martini and a cocktail named buttery nipple 😅 (it's baileys and butterschotch schnaps).

Haha i used to joke like that about me being too sweet already n thats why i dont need any more sugar on anything 🤣

But i agree with u, u r a sweet person so dont put too much condensed milk,okay?

Hmm right now i cant think of any snacks.. i like Beng Beng it's like snickers but more chocolaty n less caramel. I like the superman wafers.hahah. there is this sweet tea it's called teh botol but it's in a box 😅 it's my favorite. It's very famous there.

Ah i see. Yeah sometimes facebook have some information of our country food..sometimes it can be pricey though. U can google indonesian food n if u have any questiom about it, u can ask me.

Yeah,i'm always like that. I guess it's because i try to look strong in front of my sister. U know, to be a good example for her.

My sister is more expressive than i am. I would try n pretend to be strong until i break down n even that i usually choose to be alone when i have a break down. 😅

So it will hurt my pride too if i cry just because of movies.

I love phantom of the opera.. n that All I Ask Of You is one of my favorite song from that show.

3 movies i never get tired to watch..well,since im in the mood of rebel so i will give u more than 3. 😅😆

1. The Proposal

2. White Chick

3. Any modern family episodes

4. Devils Wear Prada

5. Age Of Ultron

6. Greta

7. 13 Going 30

8. How To Lose A Guy In 10 Days

9. Hot Chicks

How bout u?

Next questions

Cheerio!

#chellez answers #ask answered #anon answered #curious george anon

[starkeysprincess]

Omg! That's so crazy but cool. I didn't start watching until I caught Covid earlier in the year. It had been on my feed enough for me to take interest and by it I mean Eddie. The man is fine asf 😵‍💫 So I watched up to season 3 than I got my mom to binge it with me and now I'm waiting for season 5

Also who do you ship? Canon or Non-canon

🦊

it is crazy and I feel old as shit 😭

god, Eddie 🥴 he’s so fine and im utterly in love with that man

hmm I love Lucas and Max like they’re just so cute 🥺 and of course I ship Steve and Eddie, I love Steddie

I’m sadly about to head to bed to try to get some sleep cause I gotta be up in 3.5 hours 🙄 but I hope to talk to you tomorrow love <3

#eddiemunsons-girl asks #💌🦊anon

[that-one-weeb-but-starwars]

A Marriage Arrangement with death pt 4

All I can say is well. Well my bad-

Read Part 1 / 2 / 3 / 3.5

Y/n's eyes slowly opened, turning her head she was face to face with Savage.

Smiling softly her hand reaching out for his face, rubbing Savage's cheek with her thumb lightly.

He slowly woke up, his irises bright in color and lowly shining in the dark room. Y/n said nothing- thank the gods for black out curtains. She thought his eyes were so pretty with there soft glow

He kissed the palm of her hand softly as she smiled, leaning forwards they shared a soft kiss.

"Well good moring." She smiled.

He only sighed, pulling her into his chest as she chuckled.

"Go back to sleep."

"Come on we can't stay in bed forever." Y/n responded kissing his chin, he was rubbing her bare back with one hand she smiled at him, relaxing in his grip she sighed happily.

"We're getting married today."

"Again."

Y/n chuckled, "You don't want to get married again?" She teased.

"Why unify again and tell the galaxy when my galaxy is infront of me."

Y/n flushed deep red, as she moved her gaze away, her chest tightening and butterflies filling her stomach.

"Oh...I..." she spoke trying to come with a counter. His hand carassed her cheek as he sat himself up.

Y/n kept her gaze away the headboard seemingly more interesting, but soon then she realized she was laid down on her back, Savage over her frame as she looked at him to catch his gaze- and hold it.

"Hello there..." y/n spoke trying to cover her akwardness.

He leaned down kissing her softly without another word, her arms wrapping around his large frame, hands rest at the top of his back.

Pulling away softly Y/n whined playfully, chuckling he held her, she pulled him back down into a kiss happily as a leg wrapped around his bare waist.

A soft groan of pleasure was drawn out into the kiss and the two pulled away softly with a pant.

"Moring sex sounds fun." Y/n joked as he chuckled, going to kiss her again there was a knock on the door.

Y/n groaned in displeasure, its always someone. Pulling herself from under him she covered herself with a robe. Walking towards the door it opened with a push of a button.

"Oh- Misses Gladlys-" y/n responded, "I uh...why are you here?"

"I was requested to get you on account of your mother Princess."

Y/n nodded, "uhuh for?"

"Well to get ready of course. It is your big day."

"The ceremony isnt till later in the day?" Y/n questioned.

"Well yes but-"

"Misses Gladys I love you. And you know that. But I have another matter- Very Very big matter."

"But Princess."

"Just this once. Give me..." She spoke looking back at Savage, his hips and below covered by the blankets as his top half was put on full display for her, "Give me 45 mintues-"

"Fourty-Five Mintues!? Princess you're mother-"

"Sorry Misses Gladlys! I promise just once! Bye!-"

"But Princess-"

Y/n shut the door, locking sealing it shut from the inside.

"Now." Y/n spoke turning back to him walking towards the bed as she dropped her robe.

"Where were we?"

"Sleep."

"Right."

She climbed into bed as she curled up to him, his arm drapped over her hip in protection.

"The sweet glory of sleeping in." Y/n smiled nuzzling into his chest as he chucked, both going back to sleep for another hour.

Yet she would be woken up by a loud knocking, causing her to groan. Savage was also woken up as Y/n pulled away from him recovering herself she opened the door.

"Do you have any idea what time it is!"

"Yeah Yeah Im going." Y/n spoke walking back into the room and going back to Savage.

"Wish me luck with her- and someone will be here with a set of chlothes. My brother's will want to talk to you before hand," Y/n spoke kissing him softly, "Love you."

"I love you too."

She smiled as she left, being yelled at as soon as she opened the door.

"Yeah yeah lets go."

Savage sat up rubbing the back of his neck, meanwhile getting dressed his chlothes from the other night, pulling the boots on and bottoms, leaving his armour off he pulled on the turtle neck. That's when he received a transmission.

Picking up the hologram fromed as Ventress stood there.

"Savage."

"Mistress."

She crossed her armors, "has she trusted you?"

"Yes." Savage spoke, "I believe this may be a strong allyship between the two worlds-"

"You fool! This is an infiltration! Do not get attached!" Ventress argued.

"I thought this was ment to be Unification. Not a hoax." Savage tried to defend, but it was useless.

"Count Dooku will be present today both at the ceremony and to sign documents. Its when we will attack, killing Count Dooku and the royal family. And Dathomir will finally regain what was lost to them."

What was he suppose to say- No? He couldn't do that, he did belong to Ventress after all. The spell did what it was ment to.

"You will kill the royal family! And that Pathetic thing you call your wife." Ventress demanded.

"Yes. Mistress."

"Good."

The transmission was cut as his head felt like it split open, holding it in pain he growled.

The doors opened.

"Hey! Savage! We wanted-" it was one of Y/n's brothers, "You okay?"

"I-I am fine." Savage lied.

"Oh. come on then."

He followed the group leading him into a lounge area, all her brothers sat there. They cheered for him as he ended.

"Big day huh! Must be exciting!"

"You idiot he was married at Dathomir as well."

"Your an idiot!"

"Sorry for them." Fresco spoke apologizing for the twins, handing Savage a cup, "for your headache."

Savage nodded almost immediately downing the water, leading him to come sit down

"You heard fathers coming back?"

"Good maybe mother will finally stop being so mean."

"Please you know she bullies him too."

"You havent met all of us have you?" Fresco spoke.

"No I don't believe I have."

Fresco smiled, "there is a lot of us. You know the twins and Attiucs."

The twins were busy arguing but Atticus waved looking up from his book.

"Ezio here is the oldest." The older teen raised a cup taking a drink.

"Im after him, and Jacob's next, after are the twins but you met both of us" Fresco added, "Juniper is next."

The teen with his hair half buzzed the other side long and braided lifted up a lazy hand, sitting upside down on the couch as he listened to his brother.

"After Juniper its Atticus, and then the triplets."

They were busy dualing around the room with sticks, "Cornelius, Hamilton, and Magnus."

Hamilton stopped to wave Politely but was ran into by his two siblings as they fell onto the floor.

"What about you? And your brothers? Sisters?" Juniper questioned but Atticus kicked him.

"You little shit!-"

"I don't have any brothers. Not no more." Savage responded his glass being refilled by butler standing by.

"Hey! We got you. We're all brothers now." Fresco spoke a fist to Savage's shoulder playfully, "we're an off bunch but mean well."

The group contuied to talk to Savage, it was odd how accepting they really were. Somewhere in the back of his mind made him regret all of this.

He'd have to kill all these people.

So what was the point of getting close?

Soon enough all of there suits came, Savage the only one in white.

"Who do you think Y/n will recieve?" Juniper asked the group.

"I believe a moder. Perhaps Sutur." Ezio explained fixing the flower pin in his hair.

"What is receiving?" Savage asked.

"Hmm?" Fresco asked, "Oh it-"

Mid word Juniper cut in, "It's part of the religion. The 12 gods are believed to comibned to become the earth beneath us. Sutur is just one of the gods, mostly know for being a core due to its controling of everything hot. When you marry one born on this planet goes through a 'receiving' its rare but only twelve can get a god, but you can also get an enity or a passed loved one though that's super rare. They give you there strength within battle."

"But Y/n's much more powerful than a core- which is why she should be getting Hela." Jacob cut in.

"Hela hasnt been someones beck and call since Father." Ezio argued, "and we all know how he ended up. You wish that upon your sister?"

The group went quiet.

"I was given the impression your father was alive." Savage responded.

Fresco sighed, "when he was assigned Hela he descended into madness with each kid born. They think he's in Helheim and will return- He'll be Y/n's receiver."

"I think he's dead dead." Jacob responded, "like he deserves and mother better follow him"

"You can't say that!" Atticus argued.

"Please Attiucs grow up." Juniper spoke.

Savage listened intently, as Fresco looked back at the Zabarack, "We may have a large family, but the heads of the family aren't...the best"

"It sounds like my family." Savage told him as they all started filing out of the room, leaving just him and Fresco in the room alone, "I. Unfortunately grew up without one of my brothers, he was taken away due to his special ablities."

Fresco listened as he poured them both a glass of whiskey, "And my younger brother. I don't remember what happened, or if he's even alive."

Handing Savage the glass they stood by the window.

"Makes you not want to have kids." Fresco questioned, "I know it scares me. Becoming the one thing I hate."

"On Dathomir men are only used for mating and then usually killed off." Savage spoke.

Fresco frowned looking out the window- how was he ment to respond to such information.

"I know my sister will treat you with Kindness." Fresco spoke, "it seems you're already growing on her. I seen you two at the dinner."

Savage felt his chest tighten, he was falling in love with her, and he liked it. He loved the idea of her.

"Guys hurry up or it will be the groom walking down the Isle." Ezio told as he had quickly come back.

The two left with each other side by side. Both enjoying the silence as they walked down the steps. Thats right, He had only been down and up these steps a few times, but those few times were some of the best times of his life.

Stopping outside the castle he looked back, seeing it all shiney as the sun hit it perfectly, looking like something out of a book. The whole walk was like that- there was no reason to take out a whole planet for the sake of Dathomir, Dathomir didn't need another planet- he would of liked them to fix theres first atleast.

"Savage?"

He turned his head seeing Y/n standing there, when was she here? Looking around a bit shaken she stood in her wedding dress- it looked perfect on her, with a full bottom and a lacey top that had the same matching sleeves. When were they at the alter already?

"Are you okay?" She whispered softly, the priest reading off religious text.

"I-" he spoke looking at her what was he suppose to tell her?

Her white dress would be bloodstained within a matter of mintues due to what Mother Talzin was planning?

"I have a headache is all." He responded.

Y/n frowned, "maybe some food afterwords will make you feel better. Caf was even skipped this moring."

"Right." He responded, and left it at that.

"Do you take this man to be your husband? To take of him in sickness and health? To love him without doubt?"

Y/n smiled, "I do."

Her hand gripped onto his in excitement, that small squeeze made him happy, feeling her hand in his.

He had no idea what the woman infront of them said but only said the words as quick as he comprehend.

"I do." He cut the lady off.

Y/n flushed as she looked down flustered.

"Then I do pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss your bride."

Y/n was pulled in quickly, shocking her, but it wasn't unwelcomed, kissing back the large church full of people cheered as they pulled away and as he did He seen Count Dooku sitting next to Mother Miranda. The group of people settling down, calming themselves once more as the woman cleared her throat Savage being gestured over by her brothers who were off to the side as he went over.

"With the coming of age you Y/n will be the caller of one of our twelve gods. You may be choosen for something greater, or passed by as a common folk." She spoke, "are you ready to give yourself to the twelve gods and let them judge you as one!"

"Yes head preist." Y/n spoke as her wrist was grabbed and palmed opened where it was sliced open Y/n gritting her teeth slightly as she was dragged to the floor, only following as her hand was put face down on the alters floor.

The woman moved to the side as the doors behind the alter creaked. Atticus holding onto Savages leg as Savage put a hand on his shoulder telling him he'd be okay.

"By the twelve gods..." Fresco spoke as the door opened a large hand crawling onto the carved in wood.

"I-its Hela..." Ezio asperated as the door swung open heavily crashing into the wall. Which it was hinged to.

The room silent and still as the other swung open.

The figure large, made up of what seemed to be Ash, body exposed and what looked like to be burnt half way just to show her dark innards, she was on all fours as Y/n looked up at her, slowly standing up as it went quiet for a moment.

Y/n reached out her cut hand, Hela reaching out her hand as well as Y/n looked forward keeping her eyes on Hela.

Somewhere some how Helas hand had shrunken along with part of her arm as they were bound by the cut on Y/n's hand.

'They're here-'

A warrior bursted into the doors as Y/n turned her head, "We're being attacked! The ships! They've all been destroyed!-"

The man stopped stabbed through the back, and fell to the floor.

"So sorry to ruin this happy momment."

Y/n growled as her hand was let go, and in place of Hela's hand held a sword, as Ventress walked down the isle.

"Damn are sister really is a bad ass-" Ezio spoke under his breath.

Dooku stood up as well, saber in hand.

"You were foolish to come alone." Y/n argued Hela still behind her looming in all her darkness.

"Who says I'm alone?"

Just as she spoke, a Battalion of night sisters filed into the room from both sides of her.

"Savage." Ventress spoke.

"Yes Mistress."

Almost immediately Fresco who stood besides Savage was lifted up into the air, force choking him as Fresco grabbed at his neck.

"Savage! Stop! Now!" Y/n demanded, "Stop now!"

"Kill him. Now." Ventress demanded.

There was a large crack as the filled church was still in shock, the young man thrown to the floor as his brother immediately surronded him.

"He's dead! He killed Fresco!"

Thats when the chaos started, when one had been pronounced dead.

Y/n could remember, it was all a blur. All the fighting- the blood shed. All she remember was ripping through people with her new found sword, swinging at heads and abdomens, she was luck that her skirt hadn't had a train.

Atticus had ran to her as she fought on the stairs stabbing a nightsister in the face and kicking her back, her white dress covered in dirt and blood, "Y/n!"

"Attiucs! Run away now!" Y/n argued, blocking another weapon, kicking the women in the female Kenobi's

"I'm not gonna leave you!" He shouted.

"Damn it Atticus!" Y/n shouted slicing the woman's flesh and grabbing his hand, "Come on! Lets go!"

Atticus ran hand in hand with her, somehow and some way some of her brothers caught up, they running and escaping to the castle.

"We have to be quiet take off your shoes." Y/n whispered the group hiding behind a wall as they all pulled there shoes off, "You have your run away bags all ready?"

"What?" Magnus asked, his other brother Cornelius, holding his hand, he had lost one of three to Ventress.

"Shit thats right, they never made there's. I'll go with them." Ezio spoke quietly,

Y/n nodded taking a quick head count, they had lost so many already, Fresco, Juniper, and Hamilton.

"I'll take Cornelius and Magnus." Jacob offered.

"I'll take Atticus. Ezio- weapons and maps?"

Ezio nodded, "becareful."

They all nodded, spliting up, Y/n had lucky gotten Attiucs up the stairs and to his room, as he was grabbing his things.

"Y/n." Atticus spoke as she was making sure he had everything for a final time as they carefully walked to her room, once inside she answered him.

"Yes Atticus." She responded going for her own bag.

"Savage...he isnt that mean. I know he isn't." Atticus spoke, "I know we didn't know him long but- he didn't wanna kill Fresco did he?"

Y/n tossed her dress the the floor dressed in trousers now fixing her top.

"Atticus." Y/n spoke kneeling down to him, "I know you liked him. I did too, but I don't even know anymore."

Attiucs frowned, as she held his shoulder's, "Are you going to kill him? Savage?"

Y/n frowned, "I don't know."

#star wars: clone wars #star wars tcw #tcw savage #savage x reader #savage opress #well shit #i killed a lot of people off damn #tcw savage x reader

[multific]

The Housekeeper (Part 5)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 3.5 Part 4

Geralt x Reader

Modern!AU

Summary: You moved to the big city not too long ago. And you became the housekeeper to the handsome bachelor, Geralt Rivia. At first your relationship is purely professional, but what happens when you start developing feelings for him?

 “What do you mean?” you were as calm as ever, your mind couldn’t process what Geralt just told you.

“I meant what I said. I only ever felt like this once, no, that was different, this, you are everything I ever wanted. You are kind, humble and beautiful. The day you came into my life…you changed me. I never had been jealous because of a woman.”

Your mind started to function again.

“Huh?” was all you could make out. You really didn’t know how to react.

“This must be a lot for you.” Geralt said looking down, he looked like he accepted defeat.

“It is… a lot for me to take in. Can I-” you wanted to ask for time, to think about things to think about him. But who were you kidding. You didn’t really need time to think. “How should I say this?”

When Geralt noticed you didn’t reject him, he started moving closer. He slowly backed you into a wall.

You felt his finger touch your cheek and then he pulled your head up by putting his fingers under your jawline. He made you look into his eyes. And you immediately got melted by his golden hues. You always found them weird and sometimes you thought he was wearing contact lenses, but now, as you saw them so close, it was clear, this was his real eye colour.

Geralt started to lean closer and closer to you, you didn’t move an inch, your mind still trying to find out if this is reality. You failed to notice that Geralt has closed both his eyes and the distance between you two.

He placed his lips onto yours in a sweet kiss. You barely felt it and he already pulled away.

You don’t know what came over you. Suddenly you pulled him close to you and gave him a feverish kiss which he immediately reciprocated. His hands were on your hips quickly, as your were in his hair, pulling on his hairband to let his beautiful locks out. Once you did, his hair dropped and some stands touched your face. It was a nice sensation, and it tickled a little.

Your kissing soon turned into a full make out session. You had to pull away to get some air but Geralt didn’t approve of that. He groaned and leaned in to kiss you again but you pulled away, turning your head to the side so his kiss would land on your cheek. Geralt didn’t like that, he wanted your sweet lips, but he soon found your neck.

“D-Don’t leave a mark.” you told him but you could tell he wasn’t listening. So, when you felt like he was leaving a mark, you pushed him away slightly. It took you quite the effort to do so, since he was such a broad man.

“Please.” you didn’t know that Geralt was actually begging you to not push him away, you thought he wanted to leave a mark on your neck, which you cannot allow him to do.

At that point you didn’t know just how broken inside he really was. At that point you didn’t know you will be the one for him, the one to save him from his loneliness. At that point all you did was hug and kiss him more.

And as you kissed his hands began to wonder all over your body. Once again, you pulled away.

“Take me on a date first, Mister Rivia. Then you might get handsy with me.” you said while he looked into our eyes. Mesmerized by your beauty.

“Date-Yes. Okay, when? Where?...” He looked confused. You couldn’t help but think that you made Geralt confused.

“How about dinner tomorrow? Are you free?” he finally managed to ask once he collected his thoughts.

“Sure, here?” you asked referring to his home.

“Yes. I will go and pick you up from your home.”

“Oh.”

“You looked disappointed, Y/N. Did I say something wrong?”

“No, it’s just my home… is not as nice as yours.”

“Like I care. I fell in love with you because it’s you, I don’t care about your financial status.” he said smiling at you. A real heart-warming smile. You never thought you will be able to see Geralt smile like that let alone be the reason to it.

“Then tomorrow.” you said giving him one more kiss before pulling yourself away. He followed you like a puppy as you picked up your coat and bag along with your shoes.

“I will text you the time tomorrow morning, if that’s okay.”

“Fine by me.”

“Actually, what am I doing?” you started to worry he just realized he confessed to his housekeeper and was about to take it back. “I’ll drive you home.”

And he did. He drove you in one of his very expensive cars, you were afraid to change the radio, the fear of that you might break the car somehow.

“That’s me.” you said pointing at a regular apartment building.

“Let me park somewhere.” When Geralt wanted to get out of the car you stopped him.

“I don’t know if you want to leave such a car unattended. This isn’t a bad part of the city, just…you know. People are not used to these.”

“Don’t worry. I can always buy a new car.” he said getting out of the vehicle.

Geralt walked you to the entrance of the building.

“I will come and pick you up. I assume you don’t work tomorrow.”

“Oh? And how do you know that?” you asked smiling at him.

“I might know your employer.”

You could only smile and offer him one last kiss before you said your goodbyes.

***

The next day, you spent about three hours getting ready for your date.

You picked out your best clothing did your hair and make up. Even if you were just going to spend the night at Geralt’s home, you still wanted to look impressive and further make him fall for you. You chose an elegant yet still comfortable shirt with some tight jeans and elegant shoes.

And so when your doorbell rang, you were ready.

You went down and there he stood in casual clothing.

“Oh, I feel overdressed.”

“No, you look amazing.” He placed a kiss onto your cheek and walked you to his car. But this time, he didn’t drive. He was sitting with you at the back of his Rolls Royce while a chauffeur drove the expensive car back to his house.

“You really look breath-taking, Y/N.”

“Thank you very much. You look quite nice as well.” You could feel the awkwardness in the air. “So, what did you plan?” You asked in hopes of lightening the mood.

“Well, I have to tell you that I just called Marie and you are no longer my housekeeper.”

“What?”

“I can’t have my girlfriend work for me!”

“Girlfriend?”

“Well, only if you want to be.”

“Hmm. You will have to wait until the end of our date to get an answer to that question.”

“Fine by me.”

The car came to a stop and the chauffeur called out.

“We are here, Sir.” Geralt opened the door and got out, you wanted to do the same but your door got opened before you could. The chauffeur was holding the handle as he stood behind the door.

“Ma’am.” he said.

“Thank you.” you offered the kind man a smile and as Geralt got to your side, you walked off with him.

You were used to being in Geralt’s presence, even having dinner with him. But this time was different.

He was more laid back, he let his true self show, and you loved it. You loved seeing him be this comfortable with you.

He told you many stories about him and Jaskier. Some you already heard from Jaskier, but you didn’t tell that to Geralt he was so into the story. Although Geralt was a big and manly man, at those times, he looked adorable.

You talked more openly about yourself than before. Now, you were his date, previously you were only company for him after his day was over.

Then suddenly after what felt like hours, you looked at your watch and noticed how much time has passed.

There was silence.

You waiter for Geralt to say or do something. It was obviously the end of the date, yet he seemed like he didn’t want it to end, so as he took a sip of his wine, you looked at him and said.

“Yes.”

“Hm?”

“Yes, I will be your girlfriend.”

Geralt suddenly remembered at the beginning of the date he asked you, but during the time you spent together, he completely forgot about it. Maybe it was nervousness or happiness, he didn’t know.

A smile creeped onto his face. He looked so genuinely happy it made you smile.

“Thank you.” was all he could say.

And finally, Geralt saw a little bit of light in his lonely life.

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We’ll Be Home For Christmas 4.3

Title: We’ll be home for Christmas

Day Four – Five Billionaires and No Wives – Part 3 Prologue | 1.1 | 1.2 | 2.1 | 2.2 | 2.3 | 3.1 | 3.2 | 3.3 | 3.4 | 3.5 | 4.1 | 4.2 | 4.3

Author: Gumnut

11 Feb - 23 Apr 2020

Fandom: Thunderbirds Are Go 2015/ Thunderbirds TOS

Rating: Teen

Summary: The boys can’t fly home for Christmas, so they have to find another way.

Word count: 2876

Spoilers & warnings: language and so, so much fluff. Science!Gordon. Artist!Virgil, Minor various ships, mostly background.

Timeline: Christmas Season 3, I have also kinda ignored the main storyline of Season 3. The boys needed a break, so I gave them one. Post season 3B, before Season 3C cos we haven’t seen it yet.

Author’s note: For @scattergraph​. This is my 2019 TAG Secret Santa fic :D

I’ve finally got my head back into this fic!

Many thanks to @scribbles97​ and @onereyofstarlight​ for reading through and for all their wonderful support.

Disclaimer: Mine? You’ve got to be kidding. Money? Don’t have any, don’t bother.

-o-o-o-

Gordon stared at the two dots circling A Little Lightning.

Raoul Island sported some excellent scanning equipment and with John enabling access to Thunderbird Five, Gordon could see for miles.

He could even see the far off dot that was their ultimate destination tonight. Tracy Island was such a tiny smudge in the middle of the ocean, so much smaller than Raoul. A moment to acknowledge it and he realised he missed it badly.

Well, they would be home tonight if they got moving soon enough.

But the whales...

“Yeah, they are the same two from yesterday.”

Sam stared at him. “How can you tell?”

Gordon pulled up the feed from the Raoul sea buoy network ring. A hologram appeared of the mother and calf with just enough detail for Gordon to point out the healing net injuries on the little one.

“Ouch.”

“Yeah, she was caught nasty.”

“Bastards.”

“Don’t worry, we got them. Hell, IR has identified the money responsible and we have our legal team in motion.” A polite way to say his beautiful girlfriend was wreaking havoc in a calm but final way only she knew how. He had no doubts there would be very little left of the Polominka guy by the time she finished with him.

And what was left would probably be swept up by Parker and deposited in the nearest trash can.

Gotta love a girl who knew how to get a job done.

“Gords, you with us?”

“Huh?” A blink. Sam was grinning at him as if he knew exactly what Gordon was thinking about. He glared at him.

It didn’t faze the man. “Penny for your thoughts?” That was followed by an outright snigger.

“Shut it, Samwise.” So, he flushed scarlet, big deal. Idiot.

“Hey, is it my fault you go all moony-eyed at the mere thought of your girl?” Sam’s smirk was glare-worthy. “So, do I get a chance to meet this legend of blonde and pink?”

The glare turned into a frown. “How do you guys know so much about me and Penny?” It wasn’t like he had posted a billboard to advertise what was a very new relationship.

Sam shrugged. “Mel heard you were injured, raised a ruckus and Lady Penelope fell out of the sky. Apparently, they get on like a house on fire.”

Gordon stared at him. “Penelope and Mel?”

Another shrug. “Don’t look at me. Liam and I were in Perth.” He poked Gordon in the ribs. “You need to find a way to let us know how you’re doing, man. The news nets were screaming about an injured Tracy brother. It took them hours to work out which one and during that time you had died and been reincarnated six times. You gave us a bloody heart attack. I know you have to be secret and all, but you’re my friend, Gords. Don’t do that again.”

A blink. “I’ll try not to.” But there would be no promises. “I’ll speak to John and make sure Raoul gets notified.” But there would have to be restrictions. Their privacy had to be maintained. Scott would be a challenge. “You have to realise that there is just us, and we prefer to play it close. The media sucks.”

“I bet.” Sam turned back to the holographic display. “They appear to be waiting for you.” A breath. “Extremely odd behaviour.”

“What do you think they want?”

Sam shook his head. “My initial suspicion is either you or Virgil. Scott said Virgil was trying to walk into the water. You yourself had very close contact yesterday. My guess would be they want to make contact again? But really, we know so little about cetacean reality, our interpretation is far too anthropomorphised to be considered.”

“Virgil said the mother spoke to him with emotion. That he received an impression from her singing.”

“A human interpretation. This is where linguistics between species breakdown. Points of reference. The cetacean environment is so different to ours, there is very little shared reference to enable translation.”

“But they are mammals like us, surely they feel emotion?”

Sam held out his hands. “I’m sure they do. Hell, I know they do. But how do you communicate emotion through dissimilar body structure? We primarily communicate through our facial expressions and body language. Across species we don’t have that avenue.”

“We have their song.”

“Yes, we do. But human communication is only five percent vocal.” Sam swallowed. “I have theories and suspicions that whales rely much more on sound than we do due to their environment, but research is difficult.”

“That is why you pounced on Virgil.”

A sharp nod. “This is a bloody breakthrough, Gords. It’s a first.” He prodded the display to bring up audio. “Your brother managed something no-one in the world has ever been able to do. We need him.”

Now that wasn’t a first. Virgil was needed on a variety of fronts daily, not the least of which was by his brothers.

“Take it slow, Sam.”

“I know, I know.”

“We should also speak to John. He’s our communications expert. Speaks a gazillion languages. He might be able to help.”

“How many is a gazillion?”

“That you will have to ask him. I’ve lost count and he keeps learning new ones. Useful on the job.” Gordon twiddled with the focus of the sensor array. The two whales continued their slow circle around A Little Lightning. “How do you think they will react when we return to the boat?”

Sam drew in a thoughtful breath. “Hard to tell. Humpback whales don’t tend to be aggressive. In fact, they are one of the gentlest species. The only cases of aggression I’ve encountered involve threat to an individual or a calf. Having said that, this behaviour is very unusual.”

“You want to come out with us?”

Pale green eyes shot at him. “You just try keeping me away. I’ve already got the inflatable ready.”

Gordon had to smirk. He had already figured he’d have company. Hell, Mel would probably want to come with, as well. Even if only to kiss Scott goodbye.

Hmm.

“Well, I guess we will find out.”

-o-o-o-

It was an hour before they made it out onto the water. Packing and the fact Virgil had fallen asleep, held them up.

Scott was missing for most of that hour and John refused to say where he was. Not that Gordon had to work too hard to guess with Mel missing at the same time. The less time spent thinking about his eldest brother getting ‘together’ with his friend, the better.

Alan surfaced talking a mile a minute about the telescope on the other side of the Island. Apparently, it was ‘brilliant’, ‘amazing’ and ‘John should get one’.

John’s response to that was two words, “Thunderbird Five’.

“Oh, yeah.” But Alan was undeterred. “I might get one myself.”

“Alan, you have access to Five.”

“Yeah, but it is so cool!”

John rolled his eyes and went back to packing.

Virgil woke eventually and stumbled off to the coffee pot. The expression on his face warned that any obstacles would be obliterated.

Even Sam read that one correctly.

Scott appeared in his running clothes shortly after. He was flushed and Gordon noted several suspicious marks on his neck.

That thought led in icky directions and he had to derail that train. But at least Scott’s mood appeared to have improved. He disappeared into the shower and emerged ever the efficient director of operations.

John was seen to roll his eyes again.

During this time, Gordon kept an eye on the whales. They were still circling when the Tracy brothers, Mel and Sam finally left the compound and made their way back to Fishing Rock.

“No.” Virgil’s expression was stubbornness itself. The skyrail loomed above him, the harness set and ready.

Scott’s shoulders straightened, lining up for a bullfight with his bull-headed brother. Gordon readied to intervene, but was pre-empted by John.

The astronaut stepped up to Virgil’s side and simply touched his arm. Brown eyes flickered and were caught by turquoise. The engineer’s lips thinned but John’s frown deepened just a little.

Virgil’s shoulders dropped along with his eyes. “Fine.”

John’s frown hit Scott between the eyes and big brother relaxed just a little.

Virgil was harnessed up without further protest.

Scott squeezed his arm gently before they released him onto the line and Virgil turned to stare at him as he disappeared into the foliage. Their luggage followed.

Mel stepped up to Scott, rather closer than necessary, noted Gordon. “Race you to the bottom?”

Scott’s first grin for the day spread across his face.

Gordon couldn’t help but smile with him.

A heartbeat and Mel and his eldest brother took off down the path.

Sam snorted. “They make quite a pair. I hope he knows what he has got himself into.”

John frowned a little, but it was Gordon who answered that one. “Does she know what she has gotten into?”

“I guess we’ll all find out.” With that Sam headed down the hill. Gordon, John and Alan trotted after him.

The reason for the impromptu foot race revealed itself when Gordon finally made it to the beach. Virgil was already out of the harness with no repeat of the dangling helplessly incident. Scott was laughing, obviously the victor, though the expression on Mel’s face had Gordon suspecting a little planning on her part.

But the best part of it all was the arm Scott had around his brother.

Oh, thank god. It sucked big time when the two eldest were at loggerheads. Nothing worked smoothly when Scott and Virgil fought. A glance at John and the small smile on his face only provided more relief.

Their inflatable was where they left it, secured and protected. Gordon examined it from bow to stern satisfying himself of its safety and he and John lugged it over the rocks and used the crane to lower it into the water. Sam and Mel were only a few steps behind with their own, much larger inflatable. Both boats were secured on the swell, Gordon jumping into his first to make it ready and help load their luggage.

Scott joined him a moment later as he and John helped Virgil to board. A grunt and his engineer brother made the stretch and holding himself, curled up in one corner. Alan climbed on board just as Mel joined Sam in their boat.

All secure, Gordon started the engine and turning the boat around, headed out towards the distant A Little Lightning.

-o-o-o-

He felt it as soon as he set foot in the boat. A deep hum in the soles of his feet.

His belly ached from the trip down and sitting in the boat itself wasn’t the most comfortable, but the inflatable was bare insulation from the water and it carried the sound he couldn’t hear.

Around him, his brothers chattered and settled. Virgil closed his eyes and just felt.

Water on rocks, water on boat, water on water, birds, the breeze….and a weaving hum. He frowned. No, two, there were two voices singing through his feet.

He cherished the accomplishment of identifying the soft interwoven-

Gordon started up the outboard engine and the boat shot out into ocean.

“No!” His hand shot out. “Stop!”

It was a sign of trust and instinct that had Gordon killing the engine at that simple word from his brother. Mel and Sam shot past them.

“Virgil?” Scott was frowning at him. “What is it?”

“No engine.”

“What? You don’t expect us to row all the way out there do you?” Alan’s eyes were wide.

Mel and Sam turned their boat back towards the Tracy’s becalmed inflatable. A word from Gordon over comms and their engine died under Sam’s hand. They coasted alongside the Tracys.

Virgil reached over the side and put his hand into the water.

Song sung up his arm and he closed his eyes again, noting the notes by intensity.

“What’s going on?” Alan’s voice was worried.

“Shh!” Gordon’s voice was quiet but sharp.

Virgil was suddenly surrounded by brothers. Gordon sat down beside him and Scott and John opposite. Alan hovered behind them.

“Thunderfish?”

Virgil didn’t hear his brother’s response, but the question wasn’t asked again.

“Virgil?” Scott’s voice was ever so quiet. “What is it?”

Opening his eyes caught concerned blue. “They’re singing.” He frowned. “Calling.”

“Calling? How do you know?” Gordon’s voice was just as soft.

Virgil turned to his fish brother, catching those curious russet-brown eyes. “I…I don’t know.”

“We need to get out to the boat, Virgil.” Scott, ever the goal orientated.

“No engine.”

Gordon shifted beside him and began unfastening oars. “Then I guess we are rowing out.” One oar free, he nudged his older brothers out of the way. Scott ended up beside Virgil and John beside Alan at the bow of the boat. With the second oar free, Gordon secured them and himself and dipped their tips in the water. “It’s been a while. Should be fun.” Swimmer’s shoulders bunched up and he took the first stroke, a second and then eased himself into a steady rhythm.

Beside them, Sam broke out their oars and followed.

It was slow, but steady going after that.

Virgil let his fingers trail in the water. Except for the water, wind and birds, it was peaceful, the song interweaving amongst it all as if luring him.

His eyes closed again.

A random beep and he opened them to find Raoul further away and John with his tablet out, a holoprojection above it. Four dots, two circling, two approaching.

Gordon smiled at Virgil.

And the song changed.

It was so sudden his heart missed a beat. Scott grabbed his arm. “Virgil?”

“Can you hear it?”

Scott just stared at him, but Gordon stopped rowing and tipped his head to one side. Behind him, John had a puzzled look on his face which was quickly replaced by one of concern. “The whales have stopped circling. They are headed this way.”

As his brothers turned as one to look in the direction of the yacht, Virgil realised they were closer to A Little Lightning than he had thought.

“Here they come!”

Virgil leant over the edge of the boat, ever aware of Scott’s grip on his arm, and caught sight of what was no doubt the mother whale as she passed under their inflatable. Virgil’s jaw dropped. She was massive. Sure, he’d seen her from a distance, holographically in scale up against his brothers, but to see her this close.

“Oh my god.”

“Are we safe?” Scott’s sharp words were aimed at Gordon.

“Humpbacks are gentle creatures. Generally, they only become aggressive in self-defence. We’re not attacking them.”

“But what are they doing?”

“They are curious.” The words fell from Virgil’s lips without much in the way of thought. The sense of the song had switched from calling to curiosity. He hummed the dominant audible melody. It was little more than a series of pulsating tones backed by the infrasound in his bones.

His hand was still in the water, still seeking the unheard notes when John drew in a sharp breath. “Gordon, move the boat!”

Their fish brother grabbed the oars, but before he could take a single stroke, something touched Virgil’s hand.

The mother whale surfaced, the tip of her massive chin lifting out of the water directly beside Virgil.

“Woah.” It was a whisper of wonder from Gordon.

Virgil, initially pulling his hand back in surprise, was mesmerised. The very colours he had painted barely two days ago, the shapes, the glisten, the immensity…

The all-consuming sound.

His fingers touched soft skin.

It felt like touching music.

He couldn’t help but respond, deep in his throat as best he could as the song shifted to one that echoed his amazement. The notes were organic, simple, yet complex and missing the sound he could not create.

Curiosity.

Puzzlement.

“Virgil?”

His voice wasn’t deep enough.

Or high enough.

“Virgil?” Someone was touching his cheek, a hand cupping the side of his face. He opened his eyes to find Scott in front of him, that ever-present worry on his face.

“I still can’t answer.” It was frustration and sadness all of his own.

“We’ll get you back on the yacht. We have the technology there.” Scott ever the enabler.

Ever the rescuer.

But suddenly his connection was lost. The song stopped and mother whale slipped beneath the surface. Virgil leant over the edge of the boat and might have followed if it wasn’t for that same grip on his arm.

There was an order from Scott that Virgil wasn’t focussed on, the oars cut the water and the boat resumed moving towards the yacht.

Virgil stared into the turquoise depths, lost without the buoy of the song. He sagged against the inflatable plastic.

“Gordon, faster!” It came from John. “She’s coming up again, but she’s not slowing down! Move!”

“I’m try-“

The whale hit the underside of the inflatable lifting it and all the brothers off the surface of the ocean for just a moment before tipping it over and throwing all five of them into the water.

-o-o-o-

End Day Four, Part Three.

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds fanfiction #thunderbirds #Virgil Tracy #Gordon Tracy #Scott Tracy #John Tracy #Alan Tracy #kermadec fic #kermadec islands

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MONTHLY RANGE : Eight & Charley & C’rizz (1/2)

Scherzo -  2.5/5 : So... I really don't know how to rate it. Because I recognise the brilliance of the thing (excellent way of using the audio medium, the sound creature was brilliantly creepy and the atmosphere is so cringy but in a good way? Also Paul McGann and India Fisher are excellent and they do have good chemistry together). But I'm not a fan of Eight/Charley so this was kinda … annoying? I liked how the Doctor/companion relationship is explored and I like the fact that companions are memento mori (a nicer way of saying "pets", the Master gets it) but I really hated the idea that Charley was the first one the Doctor really loved (lol no) because like Rose and Clara, Charley is supposed to be """special""" (the difference being that Rose and Clara actually believe that they are special, it's not the case for Charley which is why I don't hate her with all my guts like the other two) in her relationship to the Doctor. Each and every companion has a special relationship with the Doctor, no one is special and the Doctor (whatever the incarnation) loves them all. Period. So yeah, having them mopping for two hours about "You said you loved me, you didn't mean it", "But I love you", "No, I don't love but actually I do, I'm just trying to protect you." was annoying. Just say you love each other, kiss or whatever and move on, but don't linger on it for THREE episodes, thank you very much. And then in the last part, the Doctor admits that he loves all his companions, so yeah great, but what was the point of saying that Charley was the first one half an hour before except pissing me off greatly? Despite all this, this was still a good illustration of my Eight-treats-his-companions-like-shit thesis. (Also, forgot to mention, Eight at the beginning whining about loses his senses … annoyingly brillant and sent me huge Eleven vibes). So yeah, I love some of it and hate other bits, so I guess I'll settle for something in the middle, rating-wise.

The Creed of the Kromon -  2/5 : It was going well pretty much until the end first part. Then it became a huge disappointment. We have two female characters, Charley and L'da, and they're both reduced to being reproductive tools for the Big Bad Bugs of the week and despite saving L'da being C'rizz motivation from the beginning, he just shoots her when he finds her without even considering trying something else to help her, I mean it's not like she begged that bad. And then he's ready to do the same to Charley. Great. Way to go. I hope this trigger-happy tendency will be corrected soon because I do find him an interesting character - I mean he's rough around the edges but there's way for amazing character development so please don't screw this up. The chameleon concept is also great (and wouldn't work on visual medium, let's be honest). Consider me hooked up for the Kro'ka/C'rizz arc (which I don't remember at all btw so that will be like listening to it for the first time). Also, I have to add that Eight's laugh in this episode cleared my skin, watered my crops and all of this. Also! I’m glad to have a Doctor + two companions dynamic, I really love it

The Natural History of Fear -  4/5 : So this was weird. I mean most of Eight's adventures in the main range are weird but this is another level of weird. Like they're really taking meta to the next stage. I don't have much else to say to be honest, except that it was difficult to follow at times but that I obviously loved the 1984 vibes. THIS IS THE VOICE OF LIGHT CITY. WELCOME TO YOUR NEW WORK DAY. TODAY IS HIGH PRODUCTIVITY DAY. Also that end twist *shocked*

The Twilight Kingdom -  2.5/5 : That's not particularly memorable. It really struggles to keep us hooked up for two hours and it didn't really work for me : I've lost interest and let my mind drifted several times and I was still able-ish to understand what was going on. That's not a good sign, people. The interesting bit was at the end with the return of the Kro'ka and how the mystery thickens about this weird place. Also Eight yelling "RASSILLON" at the end … someone's mad at daddy. We get to know a bit more about C'rizz which is always good to take since last episode didn't offer us any insight on his person at all. There's something definitely shifty and not coherent at all about him, like he's supposed to be a pacifist monk and yet, he's a pretty violent lad (I mean, this episode doesn't really count, he was controlled, but in the Creed of the Kromon he's not particularly gentle), which he acknowledges himself (I mean it could just be that being enslaved by the Kromon changed the man that drastically, but still...)

Faith Stealer -  3.5/5 : Ah! Finally we learn a bit more about C'rizz and we address what the hell happened in the Creed of the Kromon. Although, did he just get brainwashed into getting rid of his guilt, just like that? Because if that's the case, I'm gonna be very disappointed. I mean, I don't want him to suffer or anything but it all seemed a bit easy. Also, yeah, poor C'rizz, easily manipulated and preyed on by pretty much anyone is this freaking universe - can anyone give him a break for a second please? (also, is strangling Charley going to be a recurring thing or what? Because that is NOT ok, writers, no matter how much Charley jokes about it afterwards). Anyway, the plot was ok, the multihaven (or whatever the name of this place was, I don't remember) is an interesting concept (even more relevant today) and I really liked the idea that it's completely ok for anyone to worship literally anything without judgement. 

The Last - 3/5 : Excelsior used a nuclear weapon to end a never-ending war and killed most of her people in the process? Excuse me? The unpredicted parallel with the Doctor and the Time War is up the roof people. And so I can't help thinking that this story would have been much better in a shorter version with a post Time War Doctor (can you see this with Nine, Rose and Jack? Because I definitely can and I'm not ok). Anyway. Charley doesn't get strangled this time but choked with a pillow. I don't know, do the writers have a kink about strangling/choking/killing women? And her death was the least credible possible with the Doctor moving on from it like twenty seconds after and absolutely not going into huge drama/self pity/extreme guilt mode, so you know she won't stay dead very long. I liked C'rizz very much here, he's actually growing on me much more than Charley. I like his loyalty and the fact that he has a much darker side, when it's actually well exploited.

Caerdroia - 5/5 : gfvbvgttybvgf THREE EIGHTS THREE EIGHTS T H R E E  E I G H T S it's more than I can take. Hmm. So, i love the first part where the Doctor takes a nap (he deserves it) and sass the Kro'ka into telling him where the TARDIS is. I love him. Then we gets three versions of Eight and that's when I completely lost it. I also quite liked the crazy vibe of this episode, which felt a bit like Alice in Wonderland (again). The labyrinth part (or is it a maze??) was quite well done and the fact that it feeds off the Doctor, Charley and C'rizz subconscious was a nice to get to know them a bit more (especially C'rizz, whose annoyance with Tigger!Eight was very relatable). Charley and Eeyore!Eight was also priceless to be honest. And finally, finally, we get the TARDIS back and yeeeah! Also the Kro'ka is a frog vbyvegbvfy I can't

The Next Life - 2/5 : Excuse me but did this thing need to be that sexist? I mean... even Eight was a bit borderline a couple of times. I hated Charley in this episode, I hated how quick she was to judge C'rizz and how jealous she is throughout this audio when she's never really struck me as being jealous, especially not of C'rizz of all people. And it's a shame, really, because I was starting to think that maybe, she was getting less annoying. And most of all I HATED how her interactions with Perfection were depicted, how they bicker about the Doctor and, like, I get that it makes sense with Perfection being Zagreus and all, but it was very poorly brought, and ... just no. Also Perfection's relationship with Kip ... brrrr. Again, no. The plot in itself was not particularly memorable. It ends the Divergent Universe arc properly, the idea of this universe being in a constant cycle was kinda interesting and made sense with everything we had learnt so far so that's that. It was also nice to get to know more about C'rizz and I really like him more than Charley, and I hope he'll have a proper chance to find out who he is now. I'm definitely disappointed with this audio, it was way too long and problematic. (Just kudos for the Grace reference ... and it's made me miss Grace so I might rewatch the movie as a treat)

Overall opinion : Well I’m glad this is over. The Divergent Universe was an interesting concept but the quality of the episodes overall wasn’t very good and the way women are treated/depicted here is just a big NO. Big kudos for Caerdroia which was a nice surprise. The Natural History of Fear and Faith Stealer are good too, not as much though, and the rest, I’ll probably forget very soon, just like I did the first time. The only good thing to come out of this is my boy C’rizz

#doctor who #eight #eighth doctor #charley pollard #c'rizz #divergent universe #scherzo #the creed of the kromon #the natural history of fear #twilight kingdom #the last #caerdroia #the next life

[why-this-kolaveri-machi]

it’s nice to be in a place where people are still figuring themselves out.

so i finally got my shit together and watched titans 2.02! and now i would like to Talk about it, if you don’t mind:

SPOILERS follow.

1. i love that while dick is doing so much, much better than he has in a while, he still hasn’t quite found his centre. he sets such high standards for himself and utterly throws his whole self into achieving whatever his stated goal is--be it burning bridges with the superhero community to Find Himself, or taking in a team of headstrong teenage superheroes to train them. i mean, the blindfold fights, the constant training, making them read sun tzu-- come on! it’s just the kind of over-the-top effort that i would’ve expected from dick grayson, and i love him for it.

1.25. what i love even more and what i do think is different this time is how self-reflective he is about it. like the scene with jason, there are moments when he’s visibly re-evaluating his approach to his students, trying to provide them with motivation tailored to the way they think. he gives jason what he craves--a sense of responsibility, authority, fluffs his ego a little bit in appealing to his help in training rachel and gar. he’s jokey and warm with rachel, spending time with her outside of training/teaching, making dad jokes (titans: the next generation, dick? pffft), letting her know that she can trust him while also listening to and respecting her input. gar--well, gar says that dick’s nicer to him after what happened with trigon, but i wish we had been shown that instead of just told. (i only hope that this means we’ll get a long, satisfying conversation between dick and gar somewhere down the line where they hash things out and actually start bonding.) and with rose, he’s hyper-aware of both her desperate situation and her need to be independent, and he keeps re-evaluating the way he’s treating her and taking in her input when he can. i just. i stan a Mature tortured mentor, you guys. i don’t even know if i can use the ‘byronic cupcake’ tag for him anymore.

1.5. i just love that, whatever the window dressing, whatever the ways he’s decompensating in response to relentless stress, the core of what he is remains compassion. that he’s making the moves to reach out to people (which tracks with dick from the comics), putting aside past resentments and trying to rebuild relationships. 

1.75. i do think that having more of his contemporaries in the room would do both him and his charges a world of good, however. rachel dotes on him too much to really call him out on his bullshit, and gar and jason don’t know him well enough/aren’t close enough. it’d be good to have a donna or a hank to pull him down a few pegs and stop him from taking himself so seriously. 

2. so i’m glad my little fic predicted the emotional beats between dick and his charges--right down to rachel and gar talking about how much they miss kory behind dick’s back. 

2.5. also! trigon may not be completely gone? the scratches that rachel found on her body are like the ones that melissa would find on hers, way back in the pilot episode. hmm.

3. i love the dynamic that kory and donna have going--their easy familiarity in the way they work, the way they tease each other, the way they know each other’s habits. (it’s also interesting that kory apparently gets attached to certain clothes, certain food, certain music, and is completely fine doing repetitive activity for hours on end.)

and a little bit of drip-feed about kory’s past: when she says she appreciates that humans have choices and opportunities from when they are born, and that is unusual to her. honestly, kory’s story sounds fascinating, but it is easily the most unevenly developed of the titans so far. hopefully the cliffhanger of her being kidnapped would really get her arc going.

3.5. all said and done, though, that confrontation with shimmer was kind of... underwhelming? is shimmer connected to doctor light? are we supposed to know that beforehand?

3.8. ROY HARPER NAME-DROP, FUCK YEAH

4. this episode had so many, many things working for it that i almost don’t want to criticise; however, the pacing was just bizarre, with scenes ending abruptly before they’ve had a chance to sink in, and good god, the dialogue. quite a bit of it sounded stilted and unnatural, with a fair amount of ‘as-you-know-bob’-ing thrown in the mix. i can only hope that with kory and donna coming back to join the team, and gar hopefully getting a bigger role to play, their conversations would flow more naturally.

5. ultimately, i’m just so glad that this show makes absolutely no bones about the fact that it is about family first and superheroics next. that it values family ties both old and new, and recognises the ways being in your own head can distort the ways you look at the world and people around you. that healing and moving on is just as important as conflict.

i just. THIS SHOW. <3

#titans #titans spoilers #dick grayson #koriand'r #donna troy #rachel roth #jason todd #garfield logan #meta

[itakesurveys]

Survey 294

Do you wear a ring on your finger? yes i do.

What’re you doing? trying to do this survey.

Do you listen to your friends’ advice when they give it to you? i honestly never ask for advice. i don’t talk about my problems with people. people can’t be trusted.

What’s the last kind of soup you ate? minestrone. 

Do you currently have a sunburn? no, and i haven’t had one in years. 

Could you eat nothing but grilled cheese for a week straight? sure. i would make it different each day. one day with tomato, one day with hot sauce, etc. 

What’re you listening to right now? hmm. let me check. lone digger - caravan palace 

Have you ever thought about getting your nose pierced? yes and no. would be cool but i’m not a fan of my nose so i never would.

Can you trust most people? nope. and it’s not personal. in my family you don’t talk about your problems to anyone but family. 

Has anyone hurt or betrayed you recently? not recently. 

Is your last ex still someone you care about and do you still have romantic feelings for your ex? no. 

Are you someone’s best friend? yes i am. her name is bryanna. i was her man of honor at her wedding. friends for 10+ years. 

What’s the biggest annoyance in your life right now? the way my arm is while laying on bed typing is really pissing me off. 

Have you spoken to your mother today? i speak to her everyday.

Do you have any tattoos or piercings? one. tragus.

What’s the latest you stayed up in the past week? idk, 2pm?

Do you miss anyone? sure do.

What’re your plans for tonight? this. and then bed.

Will tomorrow be better than today? no. it’s monday. ew.

Are you the youngest person living in your house? 27.

How was last night? it was great actually. 

Do you ever think “what if” about anything? all the time.

Where’s your phone right now? on my chest.

Do you know anyone that smokes weed? me.

When was the last time you cried and why? last week. and just stupid boyfriend drama. it comes with a 10+ year relationship. but it’s worth it. xoxo <3 

How’s your week been? it was okay.

Who did you last text? boyfriend.

Who’d you last call and about what? boyfriend and just to check in on how his day was going.

Is there someone who makes you instantly smile when you receive a message from them? yes.

If someone loved you right now, would you want them to tell you? everything.

When did you last eat pizza? yesterday. 

Are you currently frustrated with someone? nope.

Do you tend to make things complicated? nah.

Do you like your hair? i do. :) 

Is there a girl you absolutely cannot stand? hmmm, no.

Have you graduated from high school? i graduated in 2009.

Has anyone recently told you something you didn’t want to hear? yes.

Do you ever leave the house without make-up on? yes i do. but most days i wear concealer and curl my eyelashes. 

Do you expect to be married in the next two years? maybe. 

Did you receive a good morning text today? no because i woke up next too him.

Is there anyone you would seriously punch right now if you had the chance? no one comes to mind.

Do you like to cuddle? love it.

What time did you wake up this morning? 8:40 i think.

The last person you kissed calls you, so what’re they calling for? hmmm, asking me what i want from dunkin donuts. 

What’re you planning on doing after this survey? possibly another survey.

Is your love life complicated? yes.

What ruined your day today? nothing. thank god.

Is any part of you sad at all? nope. and i’m thankful.

Where will you be two hours from now? sleeping.

What’s the last thing you said aloud? hmmm, “dude i’m high”

What were you doing at eight AM this morning? on my way to starbucks & then work.

Do you have any plans for tomorrow? work. packing. eat. sleep. 

Do you have a garden shed in your backyard? nope.

Have you ever felt unwanted? yes i have.

Do you like seafood? i so. i love shrimp.

Are you craving anything right now? shrimp.

Have you ever tried to make brownies and they ended up like rocks? i don’t bake.

Where is the farthest you’ve ever been from home? 3.5 hours.

If the last girl you texted told you that she was pregnant, how would you respond? i would be every excited. because she is my best friend and is trying for second baby.

How old is the last male you texted? 27.

When was the last time you visited the doctor? 2009.

Do you have any of your exes as friends on Facebook? yes.

Does more than one person like you? nope.

Do you ever worry that people might be talking about you behind your back? nope. i don’t think people talk about me at all. 

Who is the youngest person in your household? When is that person’s birthday? zack, sept 25.

If your hair is long, would you ever think about having it cut short? Or, if it’s short, would you like to grow it long? i had long hair. donated 20 inches. but it’s short now. 

Do you call your partner ‘baby’? dood.

#survey #surveys

[furbyfubar]

How's Sweden? 🇪🇺🇸🇪❤️

In what context? Do you mean for the country as a whole or what? Big question...

Never mind, I get few enough asks here that I can give you a more comprehensive answer. I'll use it as an excuse to take stock of my personal trends against those of my country? Sorry not sorry for the incoming wall of text. Note, this is why you shouldn't say "How do you do?" to anyone from Sweden; we're tragically likely to give you an honest answer!

Weather for Sweden: You're UK based, so lets go by stereotypes and start with talking about the weather I suppose? It's winter, so the weather here is *usually* quickly summed up as "dark". Right now Sweden has between ~7 hours 15 minutes of time between sun up and sun down in the far south of Sweden, and "fuck you" minutes of sun on the far north, where it's currently polar night until about two weeks into January. On top the normal lack of sun, Sweden got an early Autumn this year and had less actually sunny days than usual in October and November due to clouds. So yeah, vitamin D deficiency for about 25% of the population according to my doctor. And many of the ones avoiding a deficiency are doing it by eating supplements. On a longer time scale, ”climate” not “weather”... Yeah, we’ve been having heat records broken and all that shit here the past few years as as well while having some winters be worse due to the Gulf stream being messed up..

Rating: 3.5/10  – It sucks, but it's not much worse than the expected level of suckiness?Weather for me personally: I'm based in Stockholm and we're currently at 6½h of sun up time per day, but like I said, it’s been cloudy. Not so cold so far though. The problem for me personally is that when the sun goes down at 14:52 I often miss out on the sun completely due to my fucked up sleeping patterns. Or the sun is up but covered while I’m going to work and that's it for sunlight that day. I'd likely suffer from winter depression if only I could separate it from my normal depression. We’ve had some snow that stays on the ground, but we’re somewhat surprisingly not in the hell that is streets filled with snow-water slosh yet.

Rating: 3.5/10 – I don’t think the weather sucks more or less for me than it does for the country on average. (Places north of the polar circle excluded; I would really no be able to stand months of polar night.)

Health for Sweden: Sweden made #6 on the Bloomberg 2019 Healthiest Country Index, up two positions from 2017. Up from a score of 88.92 to 90.24 out of 100, so apparently it's not just other countries having worse health, things have gotten a bit better here.Rating: 9.24/10 – Well, Bloomberg hopefully put a lot more effort into their score than I’ll ever do, so I’ll just re-scale and steal it. 

Health for me personally: I had to basically skip a year due depression and exhaustion. Not being able to work due to a non-functioning brain obviously sucks, but to bring this back to how Sweden is: Being able to be on sick leave for almost a year and thus being able to focus on getting medication that works for me and not being worried about getting evicted for not making rent is a blessing. I'm back to working part time since October while still on sick leave for 50%, trying to ease me back in to the productive work force. So far going well. If I’d been forced to somehow work or starve, or live off my parents or something instead, I’m pretty sure I’d either be much deeper in depression right now, or be dead. I’ve still not really found meds that work great for me, but I'm feeling much better than I was a year ago.

Rating: 3/10 – I'm as optimistic as a clinically depressed person gets to be.

Status politically for Sweden (as I see it personally): It's getting more fucked by the day. The Moderate party just broke their campaign promise to not cooperate with the Sweden Democrats, a party born from neo-Nazi and white power movements. For UK context, think of the British National Party. Now imagine them going from a fringe group in the '90s to getting 20% of the votes in recent polls. They've been doing this all while having a whole bunch of scandals that would've hurt or killed the credibility of any non-fascist party. They're racist, homo- and transphobic, and operate their own alternative media that have ties to Russian disinformation efforts. So yeah, as a gay guy who's seen the inside of a few history books: Outlook not great.

Rating: 2/10 – If only because it can still get worse. Think first act of Cabaret.

Love life for Sweden: Hmm, check in on satwcomic.com I suppose?

Love life for me personally: Yes please? I've been single for longer than I'm willing to admit. I've barely dated anyone for ages due to my aforementioned depression making me not feel like someone worth dating. Also, there's some types of vitamin D deficiencies that eating supplements won't cure...

Rating: I really don't want to put a number on this so I won’t. Honestly, graphing out my love life numerically doesn't sound all that productive. But somewhere at the edge of the Bell curve is the guy for me?

Economically for Sweden: Sweden's been in a upward business cycle since 2016, but it's ebbing out and is expected to be balanced sometime next real. Ie, things have been good, but things aren't quite yet bad. Rating: 5.5/10 – I suppose? Not really my area of expertise.

Economically for me personally: Not complaining at all on this front. I got an IT job four years ago after having worked part time in retail for a bunch of years and having been a student before that. I've managed to not raise my monthly expenses even nearly as much as my pay went up. So while I’m not wealthy, I'm still surprised by being able to have a savings account that grows steadily and still having more spending money over each month.

My rating: 8/10 – This quote by Charles Dickens comes to mind: “Annual income twenty pounds, annual expenditure nineteen six, result happiness. Annual income twenty pounds, annual expenditure twenty pound ought and six, result misery.” 

Social life in Sweden: According to this article I just Googled up from half remembering reading in 2015, “The expat quality of life survey" published by HSBC, Sweden was the worst country for the category "Making friends". Looking at the data on HSBC's website we're apparently no longer dead last as a place to be making friends, we're now 31st out of the 33 countries listed, with Japan at 32nd place and Saudi Arabia last at 33rd. The United Kingdom is at 29th.

It is close to impossible to make friends here by talking to random strangers in most situations, as only weird people talk to strangers. Of course that mentality is self-fulfilling since if you assume any stranger talking to you is weird, drunk, or high, you will not want to make friends with strangers that talk to you, and you won't want to talk to strangers more than you have to or risk being branded weird. Even striking up random conversations at a pub will be more difficult here. 

But don’t despair, there’s a trick! Find the few social situations where Swedes want to talk to people they don't know: This is done by joining some organization or club of some sort. It doesn't really matter if it's a board gaming group, a student group, doing volunteer work for the local Pride or some other NPO or if it's a club for people who really like a certain breed of dogs. Once we've decided that we're among our own kind of people (and I don't mean "other Swedes") we'll happily talk to strangers, and not only about subjects related to that specific organization. Step two is converting them to be your friends and not just some randos you can talk to at some club meeting. I’m sad to say that traditionally this is done with alcohol, either by dragging people along to a pub/bar, or by inviting them or being invited by them to some sort of party. Without alcohol the fallback is fika. If the organization you’ve joined is something that you will naturally be spending time doing outside of the organization or club meetings that’s also ideal. Once you’ve invited or been invited to a few things outside of the organization it’s not strange to invite them to other social things than what the organization cares about.

For fairness to anyone reading this that didn’t read the article: I should probably also mention that the same HSBC study had Sweden as the top country in Europe for “overall quality of life” for expats here. And third best in the world, just behind Singapore and New Zealand in the same category. "Swedes make great friends but terrible strangers”.

My rating for making friends in Sweden is : 3/10 - Join a club, any club.

Social life for me personally: I have a few great close friends and a bunch more not quite as close friends who are also great. Come to think of it, many of them I've met through one of the three different organizations I've been most active in, and most of the rest I met through those friends. I'm really thankful for having friends who are still around even after I've spent way too much time feeling too bad to be very social or friendly at all.

My rating of my friends: 10/10 - No, I'm not biased.OK, so let’s average those numbers up and pretend the averages mean something!

Sweden: 5.81Me:  6.63Wait what? I’m winning?

#personal #depression #Sweden #Stockholm

[a-young-doctors-journey]

Thoughts during my First Scrub-in

There’s a lot of time to think when your only job is to hold things and retract things in given position for hours on end, and here are some of the thoughts that crossed my mind during the first surgery I got the chance to scrub in on! 

1. What surgery could this be...? What’s that? Is that a vessel? I can’t see anything. *stands on tip toes* Too nervous to ask, I’ll probably figure it out soon. 

2. People have a lot hair on their face. And in their ears. Yikes, look away. 

3. My arm is getting tired, should I shift positions? No, I just shifted 30 seconds ago...will hold out. 

4. Should’ve had breakfast, what was I thinking not having had breakfast? 

5. I wonder if the resident is nervous. I’d be nervous. I’m glad I’m not him. 

6. Who’s the patient, I wonder? *checks behind curtain* Hmm, might be a man or a woman, I can’t tell. I hope s/he’s going to be okay.

7. Time has slowed down. Can they see me looking at the clock? I hope I won’t be late for class.

8. That looks like tumorous tissue, but I can’t tell... is that normal? *asks surgeon* Yup, it’s tumor. Should’ve known. 

9. Time to shift hands. Oh no, the retractor slid out of place. Aw, surgeon’s not annoyed, phew. 

10. I love the camaraderie in this room; I hope my future OR experiences will all be this friendly. 

11. Did anyone else hear my stomach grumble!? How are they not starving? Bet they had breakfast. 

12. Oh look, there’s also some earwax in his ear too. 

13. The circulating nurse is kinda cute. And funny; wonder if the surgeon knows he’s rolling his eyes haha. 

14. This is so surreal... I have my hands inside a human’s body. I am helping save his/her life. In an operating room. With real life surgeons. Damn, so damn cool. 

15. Oooh that’s something I recognize. That’s the gallbladder! Finally! 

14. Wow, why is everyone taking off their gloves? Is the surgery is suddenly over? They’re telling me to deglove... ookay, bit confused. Wait, now everyone’s regloving? Oooh is it because they change gloves for closing? Got it. 

15. Surgery is over! 3.5 hours and just in time for me to get to class! 

At the end, surgeon announced that it was a “modified Whipple + cholecystectomy,” so I finally figured out what I’d been assisting on! Such a surreal, amazing, awesome experience. With time, I hope to get braver and ask more questions and recognize more structures, but for now, I was content to just watch and help wherever, however I could. 

#first surgery experience #scrubbing in #scrubbed in #surgery #future surgeon!? #probably not #medical student #med student #med student in OR #original content #originals #original post #my original posts

[backtothestart02]

Tagged by @immaryrawr (thanks, hun!)

Rules: Answer these questions and tag 20 blogs you’d like to get to know better.

Nickname: I have none! (Though sometimes my uncle calls me ‘Tina’, which is short for my middle name ‘Christina’.)

Zodiac: Taurus

Height: 5′7

Time: 10:39pm (CST)

Favorite band/artist atm: I really don’t have a specific artist. I go more by song.

Song stuck in my head: I don’t know if it’s stuck in my head, but this evening I’ve been listening to “Lose My Mind” by Dean Lewis, “Breathe” by Fleurie, and “Half Light” by Banners for hours.

Last movie I saw: Jurassic World: Fallen Kingdom (in theaters), To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before (on netflix - most recent new movie), Ben Hur (on dvd - oldie but a goodie!)

Last thing I googled: how much to build milwaukee county zoo exhibit (I got contemplative at the zoo today, lol - answer: MILLIONS)

Other blogs: @backtothestart02bts is my side blog that’s basically a backstage pass to my mind while fic-writing. I also post links to posted stories. :)

Do I get asks: Yes! Not as much as I used to, but yes. :)

Why did I choose this username: I wanted something that a lot of my ships have in common or a ship trope I like, and, well...the ship always coming back to each other is a thing. Plus, it’s a lyric in a beautiful song. <3 And the ‘02′ was just random. lol.

Following: 785 (whew, don’t even look at 90% of these, I’m sure)

What am I wearing: a purple snow leopard night shirt with massive holes in it XD

Dream job: either fiction writer (books or tv/movie) or video editor (preferably for tv/movies)

Dream trip: Venice, Italy!

Fav food: hmm...I’m a big fan of seafood (lobster, crab, shrimp, mussels, clams, etc.), but also...pizza.

Play any instruments: flute (a tiny bit of piano, but that’s in the verrrry distant past)

Eye color: blue

Describe yourself as aesthetic things: red pandas, waterfalls, fuzzy blankets, and white hot chocolate

Languages you speak: English (took 3.5 years of German, but that was like 10-13 years ago, so... *shrug emoji*)

Most iconic song: Um... in my lifetime? I feel like ‘I Want it That a Way’ by Backstreet Boys. XD

Random fact: I once walked into a stranger’s house accidentally and stole some instruments from the mall food court accidentally w/ my bff in high school. And when I say accidentally, that’s exactly what I mean. We had no clue. I used to have a saying for us: “Nobody is as innocent as us when we’re getting in trouble.”

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