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[spawksstuff]

Various Magazine De Sightings

Some snapshots of De and Carolyn in Various Magazines. No articles. I'm sure most of these have been posted before but now you can match the photo to the magazine cover.

TV Radio Mirror December 1967

TV Picture Life Feb 1968

TV Picture Life May 1968

TV Radio Album 1969

#deforest kelley #deforest and carolyn #magazines #some of these are a trip #still all the same dumb ads you see in magazines today #lose weight #gain weight #earn money in your spare time #get out of debt #this and that cream/medicine #learn (this) in 7 days guaranteed! #-.-

[theresattrpgforthat]

hi! have you seen the TTRPGS for Palestine bundle yet? and do you have any recommendations from it

https://tiltify.com/@jesthehuman/ttrpgs-for-palestine

THEME: TTRPGS for Palestine

The TTRPGs for Palestine Bundle is going from April 12 to May 7, so there's not much time left to get it, but here's some recommendations of some really awesome games that you can find in it.

Gubat Banwa, by makapatag.

GUBAT BANWA is a Martial Arts Tactics and War Drama Tabletop RPG where you play as martial artists poised to change the world: Kadungganan: the cavalry, the wandering swordsmen, the tide turners, the knights-errant, the ones to call in darkest night in a world inspired and centering Southeast Asian folklore.

Witness, grand warriors, honorable gallants that trudge and toil under kings and haloes. Witness, KADUNGGANAN, that refulgent name. That blasted name: WITNESS NOW. The end of days is upon us: and the new world MUST BE BORN. Bear your blades, incant your magicks. Cut open your tomorrow from the womb of violence. Inscribe your name upon the very akasha of this world. 

Gubat Banwa is designed for fans of 4th edition D&D, with in-depth character abilities that make you feel both unique and powerful, in a colourful and flavourful world full of vibrant cultures and clashing conflicts. The game uses an action economy with different action options carrying different weights, which also reminds me quite a bit of Lancer. If you want a game that pushes you to strategize with your friends and weigh your advancement options carefully, you want Gubat Banwa.

Gun & Slinger, by Nevyn Holmes.

GUN&SLINGER is an RPG geared for short, episodic sessions about a weapon and a wanderer. A Maestro and two players (Gun and Slinger) set out into a dead planet mutated by a god's forgotten child and hunt strange bounties, investigate the world and unlock hidden powers. During play, they seek to learn the nature of what’s hunting the Slinger, figure out why the Gun is sentient and discover how the world died.

This game is specifically for three players, using the rules of Go Fish as a resolution system. Gun & Slinger is all about using your resources to the best of their ability, and your resources might exist on your character sheet, but they also exist as cards in your hand.

What really intrigues me is the lore that’s baked into your character sheets. One of you is a wanderer in a twisted world, tempted by strange powers that guarantee to change you into a monster. One of you is a sentient magical gun, borne by that wanderer and designed to deliver death and pain.

Gun & Slinger has expansions included, allowing you to instead play as a wanderer possessed by a demon, a mech and a pilot fused as one, or someone who bears a cursed sword. I think the fact that it requires a small table and the fact that the characters’ lives are tied together makes this a high-stakes, terribly intimate game.

Apocalypse Frame, by Binary Star Games.

In a ruined and terraformed world where most of humanity is under the yoke of a brutal regime, the former workers of a once-remote factory - now known as The Collective - have risen up to create a future of freedom from oppression. You are an Ace - a highly skilled pilot referred from a Division in The Collective and assigned a humanoid combat vehicle known as a Frame. You and your Strike Team of fellow Aces must take on The Collective’s greatest threats, ensure its survival, and carve a path for its continued success.

Apocalypse Frame takes mechs and fits them into the LUMEN system, which centres competency as well as fast but effective rounds of combat. The game includes a variety of different threats, allowing you to tailor your campaign to your group’s tastes, and the tailoring doesn’t stop there. You choose both a division that your character belongs to, and then one of three mechs within that division, allowing players to share similar fighting styles but differ in weapons. You can also modify your basic frame, adding general modular systems alongside systems and armaments that can come with your mech, making character creation and progression exciting for folks who love tweaking and tailoring to their heart’s content.

If you’re a fan of Armored Core or Battletech, you’ll want to check out Apocalypse Frame.

Here, There Be Monsters!, by wendi yu.

No matter what they tell you, there’s still weirdness and wonder everywhere. You just have to know where to look. At the edges and cracks of ‘normal’ life we exist, we persist, and we resist: the monsters, the magicians, the anomalies, the freaks, and the outcasts. We gather in the shadows, trying our best to live our lives in a world that, when it doesn’t exactly fear or hate us, doesn't even believe in our existence.

here, there, be monsters! is a rules-lite response to monster-hunting media from the monsters' point of view. It's both a love letter and a middle finger to stuff like Hellboy (and the BPRD), the SCP Foundation, the Men in Black, the World of Darkness games and the Urban Fantasy genre in general. It is an explicitly queer, antifascist and anti-capitalist game about the monstrous and the weird, in any flavor you want, not as something to be feared, but to be cherished and protected.

Here, There, Be Monsters is a love-letter to anyone who has been made to feel monstrous, as well as an homage to media such as Hellboy, the SCP Foundation, and Men in Black. It’s urban fantasy meets organized power structures, and as the monsters, you’re here to burn those structures down.

This game uses descriptive tags to slap onto your characters to represent what they can do. You can choose from a number of different monster character backgrounds to give you guidance towards, and there’s plenty of monsters both in the base game and in the game jam wendi ran back in 2022. If you want a game of power, anti-capitalism, and punching up, this is the game for you.

Pale Dot, by Devin Nelson.

Pale Dot is a collaborative storytelling game for 2-5 players about a crew of non-human cosmonauts leaving their planet to explore a strange solar system, finding threads to unravel the unknown along the way. It is fantastical, surreal, and perhaps very unlike humanity’s own ventures in space exploration. Though one thing is universal: leaving home is terrifying, dangerous, humbling, and a catalyst for changing one’s perspective. 

Pale Dot is a GM-less game where players work together to create an alien setting and subsequently envelop it in cosmic mystery, embodying cosmonauts called Dustlings, as well as one of 5 different settings. During their journey they will be able to travel to 24 different locations within their solar system, each with several prompts for improvisational scenes. Each player will also have to manage the integrity of their cosmonaut and their shared ship while avoiding space's many perils.

The cover for Pale Dot gripped me the first time I saw it; a tiny creature in an astronaut suit, looking up in fear at something in the sky, as vegetation blooms inside their helmet. You play as the Dustlings, non-human but sentient species exploring the Cosmos, a strange, horrifying and wonderful universe that changes those who venture into it.

Mechanically, Pale Dot uses a GM-less structure similar to Dream Askew, but there feels to be a much bigger emphasis on the setting your cosmonauts explore, rather than the cosmonauts themselves. Your characters are assembled traits, drives and equipment, almost all of which can be expended to cause or solve problems. Each player is also responsible for at least one setting element, such as The Cosmic Wilderness, The Wondrous Endeavour, or The Omnipresent Danger. As you visit locations, different elements will be prompted to influence the scene, while your cosmonauts try to navigate the scene and try to finish the mission. If you want a game that is collaborative and evocative, I definitely recommend Pale Dot.

Fractal Romance, by Ostrichmonkey Games.

A never ending abstract landscape of rhythm and soft glamour. Wander the halls, rooms, and chambers. Encounter strange Denizens and get to know them better; befriend them, fall in love, just chill. Try and fill out your own blurred edges. Fractal Romance is a tabletop role playing hangout. You will pick up a character to play and explore the Fractal Palace, generating its infinite sprawl and the Denizens that inhabit it, as you play.

Fractal Romance is all about searching; for something you need, something you want, or even for who you are. It feels rather surreal, perhaps like a dream dimension that you are moving through. The game uses a deck of cards to generate rooms, as well as the denizens of this gigantic, dream-like palace. This game uses rather simplistic playbooks, each asking you to choose three descriptive words, and then uses cards to fuel your character’s actions: you have things you can always do, things that cost a card to do, and things that you must do in order to draw another card.

If what you want out of a game is a chill time with friends, moving from one vibe to another, and generating emotional stories for your characters, you might want to check out Fractal Romance.

Himbos of Myth and Mettle, by huge boar.

You are big. Big arms, big tits, big thighs, big brai- you're big where it matters. In addition to a heaving, throbbing body, glistening lightly with a thin sheen of pleasantly fragrant perspirant, you have one singular unifying trait  - come hell or high water, you are going to help.

Himbos of Myth & Mettle is a high fantasy, high camp role playing game of epic proportions (of body), for 2-5 players, one of whom will act as Game Guide.  The rules center around a simple roll under mechanic and prioritize narrative flair and cinematic descriptions. Himbos is inspired by many classic fantasy properties (and could be considered OSR adjacent) , but leans towards a more garish, salacious and queer (gay or odd, pick your fighter) style of play. It is designed with comedy and flamboyance in mind, but is not without it deeper and darker touches. It's definitely not grimdark, but there will probably be blood. Think classic fantasy pulp in style, but contemporary sensibilities, modern rules-lite mechanics, and a player philosophy centred in helping, kindness and being fucking hot.

I’ve heard rave reviews for Himbos, and I think the idea of leading an entire group of well-meaning but possibly over-ambitious adventurers is a great set-up for a game full of laughs. Himbos is very much designed for a light-hearted evening of fun, flirting, and fucking up (but in the best way).

Other Games from the Bundle I've Recommended:

Space Taxi, and Creation Myths, by GothHoblin.

Caltrop Core, by Titanomachy.

Souvenirs, by Rémi Töötätä.

Thunder in Our Hearts, by Marn. S.

Eldritch Courts of Some Repute, by AlanofAllTrades.

#tabletop games #indie ttrpgs #game recommendations #dnd #asks #palestine bundle

[tarotbyopal]

What you need to hear right now

 Welcome to my newest PAC reading! Thank you so much for being here, for liking and for reblogging this reading!

🖤Piles: 1-2-3

🖤Close your eyes and take a deep breath. Calm your breath and remove all of the thoughts from your mind. When you try to focus on the reading at hand which number or image comes to mind? That is your pile

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Pile 1 “Tomorrow is another day”

 Temperance,  of pentacles, 5 of pentacles, 7 of swords, knight of swords

Pile 1 time is not running out, I can guarantee this. You need to be a bit more patient and easier on yourself right now. You may currently be undergoing a lot of change - this could be a new job role, a new relationship, even a whole new city and the world is asking you to take things as they come and to above all enjoy yourself and enjoy your time. Time is not running out, make the best out of the time that you have in the present whether this means to work harder, learn a new skill or rest (because pile 1 you guys are hard workers and you need to rest!!!)

Try not to stress out about things out of your control - most things do not need to be done today and it is fine to leave certain things for tomorrow. You are not a failure. No matter what you may think or what others may say. You are incredible.

Be more direct and say no to things that you can’t take on. It is time to work more on your boundaries. This is much better than you being overwhelmed by things that you could have helped and sorted before. Pile 1 you can do this, I’m cheering you on!

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Pile 2 “Everything will be alright”

The sun, 5 of cups, page of cups, the devil

Don’t let your doubts get in the way of your dreams pile 2 - no matter what your dreams may be. I feel like a lot of you are happy on the outside but numb on the inside. You may be numb to your own feelings or things happening to you. You…are struggling to understand these feelings and emotions though. Why do you feel this way? You may struggle to cry or cry too easily but why feel numb? 

A lot of you pile 2 may suffer from childhood trauma or your childhood is unfortunately still negatively affecting your life and choices. The world wants you to have a look at how you are living life - are you being honest with yourself? Are you living the way that you want to live? What’s missing and how can you get there? 

It is time for you to fall back in love with life, this may take you a while but it is important that you start this journey sooner rather than later. That you face your fears and addiction directly instead of going around and around the issue. It may be time to message that person you have been avoiding.

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Pile 3 “Have you been crying lately?”

Blood, sweat and tears pile 3, that’s how hard you are currently working. You are focused more so than any other pile and you are not taking a “no” for an answer right now. Pile 3, I am proud of you and your dedication. Are you proud of yourself? How hard are you working?...I really hope that you are because you should be! So many people look up to you and admire your strength silently. 

You value independence and having your own luxuries (by the way you may marry someone who has more money than you).

It is important right now that you find a better balance between your home life and your work life without compromising either. But at times sacrifices need to be made and you shouldn’t feel like you are alone in these because you aren’t.

The world is asking you to find that light that you have within and allow it to shine now more than ever - this may start with a meditation or simply the decision to allow the light to shine

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All he love x

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[thedollhousediaries]

The Dollhouse Diaries

Real Life In Plastic Tip #6:

ෆTime Management for Neurodivergent Girly Girls and Boujie Hyperfemmesෆ

This is the pretty girl era of having time management under control. The key is to learn how to live in the moment while also being discipline enough to move on to the next task as needed. I know that sentence was as daunting to read as it was for me to write ૮꒰ྀི⊃⸝ ⸝ ⸝⊂꒱ྀིა I guarantee I gotcha *Chaeyoung voice*

First Things First: Go 1 Week At a Time!! (every 3 days if an entire 7 is too much or your schedule is unpredictable, like mine)

Build a simple list of all the things you have to do and that you would like to do. Its much easier to get it all out on the table so you can donate more of your brain power to sorting things, rather than holding things.

Put all of the things listed on a calendar: Most important first things first! This means things like health appointments,work schedule, birthdays, holidays that you celebrate, classes, or anything that involves not only your time but other’s as well. Then after that put the elective things second; Nail appointments, shopping trips, dates with friends, etc. Lastly, put the things you would like to incorporate into your daily routine; We talking skincare, any hobbies you may have like drawing/painting/sculpting/reading/blogging, any form of exercise, etc.

Once the week or however much time you have scheduled out is done on your overall calendar, then its time for marrying it to your life.

Marrying your schedule: Planner apps, Physical Planner, Dry Erase Boards and Bullet Journals

Choosing your medium at keeping up with your schedule is very important. You may have to try them all before you get comfortable with something. I have tried them all and I’ve found that the main one that truly stuck with me was the app/website Notion. I like it because its fully customizable and you can use it at your own pace. Every week or every day may not be super eventful and so it drops the guilt and shameful feeling of not filling up pages every single day.

Here is what all I use and the way I use them:

Notion <3 I use it as my overall journal. I use the apps on my ipad/phone to check if I’m not home and I can use the website on my PC when I’m home and relaxing. I like it because its very versatile. Think of it as a digital journal combined with similar mechanics of tumblr. I use it for literally everything. There are a lot of videos that can show off all of the cool things Notion can be used for but this is the video that personally helped me learn it quickly

Bullet Journals <3 I have about 3 journals and I love them because I get to customize things with cute stickers and it gives very fun scrapbooking vibes. Because I use Notion as a all over planner I can use my BUJO’s for more fun and creative things. I usually use these for all of my cute ideas and things thats in my mind and aesthetic wishlists and such. Its very therapeutic to take time out to be kawaii and glamorous and just put cute thoughts on to paper! I mainly use it for kpop inputs, my fav shows, wishlists, dates and etc.

Dry erase board <3 I use this as a overall daily top important to-do list! Sometimes I dont always open my notion if I dont have anything extremely important coming up but there may be some things I need to keep on my mind to do for that day. The way my neurodivergency is set up I need to keep the most important things always in my face or I could forget everything. So, I put things on there like get a new tire, pick up order from bath & bodyworks, put clothes in the dryer, wash dishes, and etc. Daily tasks like that usually goes on my dry erase board

Remember at the end of the day dont be too hard on yourself and your schedule! Move at your own pace and always set yourself up for success. Scheduling is ideally suppose to calm you and be a tool to improve your life; not stress you out. If at any point you begin to feel overwhelmed just stop and recenter yourself and your life. I felt overwhelmed at first myself and that was because I was trying to keep up with a hyper organized and productive version of myself that I needed to give more patience to develop. Let this come organically to you and not because you are trying to keep up with what u feel everyone else is doing, or to the future self you are going to inevitably become. Happy scheduling, Dollmate!

#dollhouse dairies #doll advice #bimbydoll diaries #nuerodivergent #neurospicy #adhd #advice #pink aesthetic #soft aesthetic #journaling #bujospo #girl blogger #notion #y2k aesthetic

[glitzreyasblog]

Hi girl! Well i want to manifest high grades in my exams but sometimes when i pass the exam and then the teachers returns my papers i find them bad...and then i give up persisting, how do i fix that? It Also a problem with changing my past grades, it just the 3d circumstances triggers me and that would make me think that it impossible to change my grades. I Hope you see my Ask and thank you 💗

hey, anon, thanks for asking ! ♡

first, nothing is impossible. the truth is everything is available to you and everything is possible. so even if you don’t always believe everything is possible, know that the truth is that every possibility is at your fingertips.

I understand that the 3D can be triggering, I mean, of course it is! if it’s in your face 24/7 how could it not annoy you? but at the end of the day, as long as you realize that the 3D and it’s circumstances literally mean nothing and can’t do anything to impact your manifestations— you’re good.

also, the 3D is neverrrr a source of confirmation or validation. don’t look to it and take whatever it says as the last word. it’s not in the 3D, so what? keep going. There’s no such thing as giving up since you’re always manifesting, giving up simply means persisting in the assumption you don’t want.

the 3D always look at you for validation anyways. everything in the 3D comes from you because the 3D is you, there’s no separation! so don’t believe that the 3D can create on its own or that whatever happens in the 3D is set in stone. keep doing your thing and the 3D has no choice but to follow— that is a guarantee.

I really recommend reading these posts by @etherealkissed88 , as soon as I saw your ask, her posts popped into my head:

indifference towards the 3D

applying the law while experiencing the 3D

(I rlly recommend her blog too! it’s been incredibly helpful for me and allowed me to find success in my loa journey 🫶)

don’t look at your grades in the 3D and take that as a sign that “it didn’t work”. don’t take anything that happens in the 3D as a sign of anything. the 3D literally means nothing, so don’t let it stop you. the only one who can change your reality is you, so dont give up just because the insignificant 3D shows you something.

ps, it’s perfectly okay to have doubts. lots of people manifest even with doubts, anxiety, negative thoughts, etc. once you’ve decided that you have it, it’s done. nothing can take that away from you. so do whatever you want, interact with the 3D, while knowing you already made the decision that it’s yours.

and remember, the 3D can only change once there is a change in self.

aside from my advice, I’d also like to share my experience, because I used to be in a similar situation. I depended on the 3D for confirmation so much it’s not even funny. I’m proud to say that now my mindset is completely different and i couldn’t care that much about the 3D if I tried. what helped me the most was learning and understanding the significance of imagination. learning the importance of imagination and self was what changed the game for me. I was able to give myself everything I wanted in my imagination, I was able to fulfill and change self with ease and I had never felt more free doing so. It also made me a million times more sure in my decision that I had what I wanted. because why would I care about the 3D and what it was showing me if i had everything i wanted in the 4D— the real reality. so, if your 3D grades are bothering you then simply have fun in the 4D! what do you desire aside from the grades? Is it the satisfaction of achieving such high marks? Is it the pride you’ll have in yourself once you get the top score? Is it relief you want to feel? Do you want to impress your peers? Or is it academic validation you want? Whatever it is, give it to yourself within. and don’t just do that for the sake of change in the 3D, for the sake of getting something, do it because you’ll feel how you want to feel. do it because you’ll feel confident in the assumption you have high marks.

give yourself something to fall in love with in imagination.

another ps (I swear I’m almost done just stay with me😭😭) it’s also worth mentioning that you as the outer man can do absolutely nothing to change the outer world, nor should you strive to. the only way to change the 3D is to change self, change imagination. to create a new assumption which then turns into a new identity.

at the end of the day, it all comes back to the inner world. a change in the 3D can only be created by a change in the 4D. so you either make the change or get stuck in the cycle that is putting the 3D on a pedestal. the choice is yours.

#law of assumption #manifest #manifesting #affirmations #3d reality #neville goddard #loa #manifesation #Glitzreya’s asks #loassblog #loa tumblr #loassumption #loa blog #loa success #loablr #self concept #4d reality #the inner man #inner man #pure consciousness #consciousness #reality shifting #edward art #assume and persist #desired life #desired reality #dream life #dream girl life #the void state #void state

[dreamywriter143]

My Dearly Detested

Status: Part Two (7 part Mini-Series, 2/7)

Genre: Enemies to Lover troupe, Angst, Rude Neteyam, Comforting Lo’ak, some fluff, Romance, violence.

Warnings: Depictions of blood, Battles and cursing. Rude Neteyam😭. Reader is older then Neteyam by 1year.

Parings: Neteyam X Y/n (Reader)

Summary: Neteyam hates Y/n. He never liked how she always bested him in everything and never once sought the praises he was accustomed to. She had no one, yet she had everyone in the palm of her hand. He despised her, and that wasn’t going to change anytime soon. The but happens when the RDA threat comes and Jake tasks her with watching his sons? Neteyam can’t help but grow a newfound hatred.

Word count: 3.7k

A/N: Hope you guys like it! The next one will get better I promise!

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Y/n swifty steps  through the entrance of the tent with her finger trailing along the fabric as she brushes past. She glances down at herself brushing away the loose leaves that had stuck to her loincloth. She had been foraging for herbs with Kiri not long ago under Mo’at’s orders.

Mo’at wanted to stock up on herbs and supplies as Jake had planned a raid in two days' time. Judging from the planning it was going to be an important mission, one that would guarantee casualties if not executed properly. 

Mo’at needed herbs to prepare ointment if there were any injured warriors if they were not careful.  Y/n and Kiri worked tirelessly all morning to obtain the herbs, all while Y/n poured out her frustration to her dear friend. 

Y/n had been once again assigned as a spotter, much to her dismay. It was an honor to even be considered again but Y/n was beginning to get angry at the fact that her position didn’t seem to change. Y/n had been working tirelessly over the past few months to gain the admiration of the Olo’eyktan. She hunted for the clan, she showed her skills off during group training and had great patrol sessions with Tarsem. What was she missing? 

Y/n wanted to be more active in the raids. She wanted to be a part of the action just like Tarsem, only to come up short. Jake only assigned her as a spotter which led to her to question her own skills during the process. She had been showing great promise and improvement over the past few months. 

She’s even able to hold herself against other warriors her age. She just didn’t understand why she was still a spotter. Tarsem would always try to cheer her up, saying that he didn't want to be worried sick over her if she were out in the field with him. That did not help the poor Na’vi’s mood. 

She didn't want to be a burden to anyone, after years of training and working hard she should have already proved she was good enough as her own. It was unfortunate which only motivated her to try harder.

Despite her disappointment Y/n thanked the stars she was able to at least get into the raid. Jake made it his mission to keep his sons away, especially Neteyam. The best warrior next to Tarsem. Y/n felt privileged enough she had a role to play, given that it was minor but important.

 Even though it wasn’t that big of a deal, it didn’t stop Neteyam from hating her. This only made the target on her back that much bigger as Neteyam openly resented her due to this. Just when Y/n thought things were getting better between them. 

At least Y/n’s has learned not to sit back and take it any longer. She earned her title and  she earned her respect. If Neteyam couldn’t see that she’d make sure to show him. 

Y/n’s eyes darted around the tent noting the Olo’eyktan who had called for her presence wasn't in the tent. She watches how Neteyam and Tarsem stood close together muttering quietly while pointing at paper in their hands. They seemed to be concentrating on what they were discussing as they didn't hear Y/n come in. 

Y/n’s ears twitch when she notices Lo’ak leaning against the wooden table filled with papers and the human device which is known as a laptop. The sound of her tail thumping against the floor jolts Lo’ak  up.  He notices her immediately, his eyes lighting up at her presence. He stood up straighter waving her over. Y/n offers him a small smile walking over to the younger Na’vi who smiles.

“Dad called you as well?” Lo’ak asks gaining the attention of the two other males. Tarsem shoots Y/n a genuine smile with a hint of uneasiness, Neteyam, who stood beside him acted as though he didn't even care for her. But the sneer did not go unnoticed by Y/n. 

“Yes, I was busy with Kiri before I was informed. What is it about?” Y/n asks, smiling at Lo’ak and Tarsem who were happy with her presence. She actively avoided Neteyam’s trained gaze set on her form. 

“The upcoming raid, what else?” Neteyam grumbles under his breath. Lo’ak stiffens at her brother's harsh tone, rolling his eyes. He didn't know why his brother acted the way he did towards Y/n, who he admired. 

“I’m well aware, I’ve been informed of my assignment in the upcoming raid already” Y/n replies back with a stoic expression. Neteyam hisses at the slight jab she sent his way, she was once again chosen as a spotter. Something that always poked Neteyam’s ego. Just as Neteyam opens his mouth to bark back the flaps of the entrance rustle as the Olo’eyktan walks in.

 

“Good, all of you are here” Jake says nodding to Y/n who stood closer to the entrance. She nods to her leader, smiling at his presence. He makes his way to the center of the tent placing his firearm on the table with a thunk.

“As you all know we have a raid planned in two days.” Jake says, turning to face the four young warriors. Lo’ak’s tail swishes behind him in excitement. He couldn't help but feel like he was going to be finally tasked with something during the mission. Something he had been dreaming about. 

“I've gone over the plans and I've made some changes” Y/n feels her heart stop at his words, had Jake reconsidered her role in the raid? Has she been performing poorly in his standards? The last thing she wanted was to be kicked out of the raid, especially after the jab she made at Neteyam earlier. 

Y/n looks to Tarsem who seems relaxed, she then catches how Neteyam smirked at her. It wasn't a kind smirk, his eyes gleamed under the lighting in the tent. It was a look of self satisfaction. He probably thought Y/n was going to be kicked out of the raid as well. And he couldn't be happier at the thought.  

“Neteyam and Lo’ak will be spotters for the mission. Nothing more and nothing less. You’ll be reporting intel from the sky, you spot boogies and call them in. Understood??” Jake informs sternly, his eyes locking onto his most troublesome child.

Lo’ak grins wide. 

“Yes sir, loud and clear!” he says standing up straighter. 

Y/n looks at the floor beneath her. The role that had always been assigned to had been reassigned to someone else. And worst of all it was Neteyam. Though the role held a lot of responsibility with little chance of casualty it was still important. And now, she lost it. 

Is that why he called her? To let her know she was not needed?

The bitter feeling of failure settles deep with the girl as her ears drop in sadness.

“Thank you sir, we’ll perform our utmost best-” Y/n looks up at the sound of Neteyam’s voice. His eyes were always watching her as a smug smile played along his lips. She felt small, she felt tiny under his gaze that only seemed to egg to her sadness. She felt like that little girl from many years ago, cowering under Neteyam’s powerful stare. 

Neteyam smirks proudly before turning to his father. 

“-but I must ask, why is Y/n here? You won't be needing three spotters for the raid, right?” Neteyam asks his tone laced with feigned concern for Y/n. 

Y/n felt herself turn to her Olo’eyktan, her eyes stinging with unshed tears as her heart clenched in pain. She bit her lip to hold back emotions, she was a warrior. She couldn't cry over a reassignment which could be better for the clan.

Even though she worked herself to the bone. Worked day and night just so her name could be heard and remembered. She wanted to protect her people, protect her family. Losing her only spot in missions only proved she was letting them down. Letting her clan down. But she knew she had to hold her tongue. Every decision Jake made was with the intention to protect the clan. She had no place to argue back. 

Jake shoots Neteyam a warning glance, seeing how upset Y/n looked while glancing at Tarem. Tarem keeps a calm expression, having been quite the entire time looking at Y/n with a solemn look. He knew of her hard work, how she barely took care of herself so she could stand tall. 

“You're right son, two spotters is enough. I have a different assignment for Y/n '' Jake informs.Y/n’s eyes widen as she stares at her leader in surprise. Lo’ak , who had been beside the now gawking girl, nudged against her playfully. Neteyam stiffens at his father's words, clenching his teeth. 

“Y/n, I'm very proud of all that you've done. You are to assist my mate, Neytiri, as air patrol and combat. You may meet with Neytiri afterwards for a debrief” Jake informs. Y/n gasps out loud muttering out thanks in her shocked state. She turns to Tarsem who smiles wide, the worry behind his eyes hidden from view. 

“Thank you! Thank you so much sir!” Y/n says happily. 

Neteyam glares at Y/n from across the room. If looks could kill, Y/n would be dead by now. His heated stare only intensified as Lo’ak leaned against Y/n whispering congratulations. Neteyam turns to stomp out the tent before glancing back inside. He stares at Y/n who held a proud smile along her lips. Although all Neteyam could feel was anger and burning jealousy of said girl, he also felt that unfamiliar feeling settle in. Deep within his gut. 

His mother often came back with scratches and injuries from her position in raids. That was enough to hurt Neteyan watching his mother battered and bruised. When Y/n was a spotter he had nothing to worry about, she'd always come back in the same condition she left in. But now that she was a part of air combat, that left her wide open for injury. And that pained Neteyam’s heart at the thought. 

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Y/n walks out of Sully’s tent with a smile. She loved hanging around with Tuk and Neytiri, enjoying the young girls' company as she asked Neytiri for pointers for the raid. Neytiri was proud of how far Y/n had accomplished, she couldn’t help but see herself in the fierce independent girl. 

She also stressed her worry for her. It was a dangerous role to play as she didn’t doubt Y/n’s ability. She just felt fear for the little girl, her motherly instincts taking over.

Thankfully Y/n convinced Neytiri she’ll follow her lead and be extra careful. That was enough to settle the uneasiness within her as she explained the basic plan. 

Y/n smiles to herself for the great accomplishment. She couldn’t wait to get home and tell Tarsem’s mother about the great news. 

She rounds the corner with every intent on walking towards her shared family hut when all of a sudden a harsh tug pulls her behind the closest hut. 

The figure harshly pushes Y/n against the wall while she struggles under his hold. She goes to reach for her knife but freezes when she recognizes the dangerous yellow hues that bore into her soul.

Y/n stops struggling letting out a sigh. She narrows her eyes at Neteyam, her lips forming into a deep frown. 

“Why do you always do this??” She hisses, keeping her tone low. She didn’t want anyone walking in on them assuming the worst as they were nearly pressed against one another.

“With how easily you submit to me, it's like you want me to pin you against the wall” Neteyam says through clenched teeth. Y/n feels her cheeks heat up before using all her strength to push him back. 

Neteyam let’s go, taking a step back to create enough  distance. All while standing in from in front of her so she wouldn’t escape, 

“What is it now?” Y/n asks, watching how Neteyam crossed his arms. A disappointed sigh escapes him as he locks eyes with her once again. 

“Just because you got assigned to something different doesn’t mean you’re better than me” Neteyam growls making Y/n frown. She was aware of their unsaid competition but that wasn’t what she focused on. Instead she let the competitiveness urge her to do better. Be like how her parents were, wise and mighty. 

“I never said that. You have your strengths and I have mine.” Y/n pushes herself off the wall, her ears twitching in mild annoyance. 

“True, but we all know I am better than you. Always have, always will be.” Neteyam takes a step towards her, his lips ghosting over her ear. Y/n hated how much taller he was even though he was younger. And right now she hated the height difference more than anything, feeling the tickle of his breath against her which sent shivers down her spine. 

“Don’t let this get to your head Y/n. Don’t think I don’t see how hard you try for the praise of others- to be acknowledged” Neteyam whispers, his tone filled with nothing but distaste. 

Y/n spins her head, her nose brushing against his dangerously close. Dangerously intimate. Typically she would be embarrassed by the sudden closeness. But now, her anger took over her reasoning. 

“I don’t work hard to praise Neteyam. Watch your mouth. I do it for my people, for my clan” she hisses, her ears fold back threateningly. She knew how she was acting was inappropriate. He was the son of their Oletekayn. 

But Y/n couldn’t let that slide. 

“Oh? So all the praise, all these admirers don’t motivate you? Or do you strive to make my life hell?” Neteyam grumbles. He didn't seem to register just how close they were standing to each other. His eyes trailing down her tensed expression all the way down to her lips that tremble slightly.

“You’re full of yourself Neteyam. Make sure that doesn’t affect you during the raid” Y/n hisses before stopping off. She doesn’t catch the way Neteyam’s hand twitched to pull her back. Or the way his eyes followed her until she was out of sight. 

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“Lo’ak!” Y/n calls, jumping down from her Ikran. She arrived just in time to catch the two brothers ready to mount their Ikran for the raid. Neteyam actively avoided her, his back facing her as she strides over to the younger boy. 

She immediately notices his warrior paint he had on, she smiles wide looking down at the few markings Tarsem’s mother put on her as well. 

Lo’ak smiles wide, his eyes shining with excitement and happiness. “Hey Y/n! Are you ready?” He asks tightening his gear. Y/n chuckles, sending a quick glance Neteyam’s way. Clearly he was still sour over the disagreement from a few days ago. 

“Sure am. Are you?” Y/n places her hand on his shoulder smiling warmly. Lo’ak was 2 years younger than her, Y/n couldn’t help but feel a strong brotherly tug towards him, 

“Yup. I’m so excited!” He replies back not catching how his brother slyly watches from afar, 

“Lo’ak-” Y/n catches Neteyam’s stare on them as she looks past Lo’ak. 

“-please be careful? Don’t do anything stupid” she says sternly. Lo’ak scoffs in annoyance. 

“Ok mom. I won’t” he says mockingly, causing Y/n to laugh. She gently pats his cheek before stepping back. Lo’ak easily mounts his Ikran letting out a cry before swooping down. 

Y/n turns to Neteyam who mounts his Ikran as well, still avoiding her gaze. “Be careful!” Y/n calls out. Even though she was also sour over their fight, she did not wish for anything bad to happen to Neteyam. She still cared for the boy. 

Neteyam turns to her, his Ikran screeching at whatever she felt through their Tsaheylu. Neteyam stares at her with an unreadable expression before flying off without uttering a word. 

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Y/n let’s out a cry before letting her bow soar through the air with light speed. It penetrates through the glass effectively killing the human inside. She cries out in victory watching the human machine crash below, exploding when it crashes to the ground.

Hearing Neytiri’s calling cord she glances at the Ikran that flies next to hers. Neytiri smiles proudly at the girl who beams in happiness. Neytiri then takes off for any other gun ships that could be inbound.

‘I should check on them’ 

“Eagle eye? Pathfinder? Where is your location, over” Y/n calls into the com. Hearing nothing back she begins to worry. 

Y/n decided to go find the brothers, even though they were technically not her responsibility at the moment she felt the deep feeling of wanting to confirm their safety. 

That is until something catches her eyes. 

Y/n watches in horror as both Lo’ak’s and Neteyam’s Ikran descend to the ground. To where Na’vi begin scurrying around for weapons and armory. Y/n curses under her breath, turning to call for Neytiri only to see her in hot pursuit of one gun ship. Realizing she had no other choice, Y/n instructs her Ikran to land as well. 

The moment Y/n’s feet hit the ground she rushes to where the boys were. It seemed like Neteyam tried to pull Lo’ak back who was being very stubborn at the moment. Y/n closes in on them as she runs up to Tarsem. He has a questioning look that disappears into fear when they land on Y/n.

“Y/N! What are you doing here?!” he asks as warriors shuffle against one another. Y/n looks at Neteyam and Lo’ak fiddling around with a firearm, on3 that Tarsem must have given by accident amongst the chaos. 

“Neteyam and Lo’ak! I’ll be right back!” Y/n calls rushing to their side. She was fuming with rage at this point due to the boys disobeying direct orders. Y/n was prepared to drag them both out of there. Even if she had to pull them by their ears to do so. 

Neteyam is the first to notice her, his worried look turning to that in disdain. 

 “What are you doing here?” Neteyam spat, standing in front of Lo’ak. Lo’ak sends Y/n an apologetic look before returning his attention back to the firearm in his hand. 

“Saving your ass, that’s what! What the hell are you doing down here?! Is it that hard to follow orders?!” Y/n growls her tail thumping against her widely. Though Y/n is always well aware of her surroundings, she doesn't catch the sound of whirring indicating a gunship nearing them.

Neteyam bares his fangs at her words, his eyes glaring down at her. He hated how she talked down to him.

“I have Everything under control,”  Neteyam says through gritted teeth. He steps closer to Y/n their faces mere inches apart. Typically Y/n would have backed down from this close proximity, but every angry cell her body kept her in place. 

“You couldn’t prevent Lo’ak from doing something stupid!! You-”

“Fall back!!!” Y/n eyes widen when she turns to see a gunship hot on their tail. She briefly makes eye contact with Jake across the field, just as the machine starts shooting at them.

“Shit, run!!” Lo’ak screams dashing past them. Y/n takes Neteyam’s hand into hers before  running after Lo’ak. 

“Hurry-” all of a sudden an explosion goes off sending everyone through the air.The impact of the explosion sends Y/n to crash into Neteyam as they tumble along the wreckage of the train. 

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 A groan escapes Y/n’s lips as she groggily opens her eyes. She seemed to have lost consciousness for a few seconds after the explosion, the very moment she crashed into Neteyam. She carefully sits up hissing in pain. Her entire body screamed in protest as she felt numbness near her thigh. 

Recalling what happened prior to the explosion Y/n glances around her frantically. Her eyes widen when she sees Neteyam laying on the floor motionless. Fearing the worst Y/n desperately crawls to him, her finger shakily reaching to grab his motionless body.

“Neteyam? Neteyam!” She calls loudly, her voice cracking. Her strength seemed to have left her as she struggled to flip him over. Hearing hurried steps coming their way Y/n head shoots up in alarm. 

Y/n feels immense  relief upon making eye contact with Jake., 

“Neteyam! Y/n!” Jake calls jumping down from the train. He rushes to their side flipping Neteyam over with ease. “D-Dad?”

Y/n feels herself breathe when Neteyam coughs, opening his eyes. After registering Jakes worried face he glances at Y/n. Noting the scratches and blood littered on her beautiful skin. Neteyam feels his stomach churn at the sight.

“What are you doing here boy, what were you thinking!” Jake growls, turning him over. After letting out a sigh he begins to hurl Neteyam, pulling him  easily over his shoulder. 

“I’m sorry sir” Neteyam whispers out. Y/n looks around her struggling to stand up. 

“S-sir, Lo’ak! where-” 

“He’s ok Y/n, Get to the base now. That's an order!”

 

Y/n helps Jake lift Neteyam up. Her eyes trace over the scratches and blood littered over his body. “Y/n, let’s move!” Jake calls, running towards his Ikran. Holding Neteyam’s weight doesn't seem to slow him down.

Y/n takes a steps forward as a cry of pain leaves her lips. She glances down to her leg,  her eyes widening in fear. On her thigh, was lodged a thick metal chuck on metal. Probably a piece that was shattered to bits amidst the explosion. 

It was deeply buried in her thigh, which bled profusely. A trail of blood running down her leg. 

She glances back at Jake's retreating figure letting out a groan in defeat. She failed to protect Neteyam and Lo’ak. Her injuries would have to wait. Her main priority is to her people, to her leader and his sons whom she is responsible for as a warrior.

Y/n calls for her Ikran who lands a few feet in front of her. The beats lets out a worried coo as its eyes trace over her injuries. She carefully mounts her Ikran , biting her lip at the pain that surges through her. 

“I’m f-fine” Y/n assures softly petting her Ikran. 

“Let’s go home” She whispers as her Ikran as he begins the ascent carefully, being mindful of her open wounds. 

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A/N: Thank you all for reading!! It'll get better I promise, please bare with me my lovelies!

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Lupin & Tonks: Order of the Phoenix Moments

If you've ever looked for all the Lupin & Tonks moments in OotP, look no further. I spent some time today compiling all the times we see Lupin and Tonks together (so you don't have to), with a few of my own notes for each of these moments. Something that came up for me while compiling this: we rarely see Tonks without Remus. If Tonks is anywhere near Harry, you can almost guarantee that Lupin is there too. I don't think this is coincidental.

We meet Tonks when we see Lupin in The Advance Guard. Tonks has a few sassy lines until Lupin introduces her as "And this is Nymphadora--". Tonks of course tells him not to call her Nymphadora (she calls him Remus), and then Remus finishes with "--Nymphadora Tonks, who prefers to be known by her surname only." My own notes: like many Remadora fans, I see this as subtle flirtation on Remus's part. Is it conscious? Probably not. I like to think he likes to rile her up every now and then because he finds it charming.

Lupin and Tonks carry Harry's trunk together in the next chapter. I picture Lupin behind Tonks so he can check out her trunk ;)

We learn from Harry that Remus steps in to help with cleaning Grimmauld Place, and sometimes they're joined by Tonks (she helped remove a ghoul from a toilet). This gives us an idea that Remus and Tonks are spending time together--with others around, presumably--in addition to any Order missions. I have a little HC that when Tonks comes over and Remus is at GP, he drops whatever he's doing to come see her and help with cleaning (even if he hates it).

We see Tonks again at the beginning of ch. 7, The Ministry of Magic. Harry wakes up and finds Arthur, Molly, Sirius, Lupin, and Tonks waiting for him. Tonks is tired but immediately greets Harry. Meanwhile, Remus: "Lupin glanced at Harry, then said to Tonks, 'What were you saying about Scrimgeour?'" I find it interesting that Tonks greets Harry while Remus just takes a look at him and goes instantly back to talking to Tonks. Harry: mild panic over upcoming hearing. Remus: glance and go back to talking to his crush. I HC that at this point, Remus is still unaware that he is developing feelings for Tonks, and Tonks is clueless about it.

Tonks shows up for the prefect party thrown for Ron and Hermione. Harry notices her with Sirius, Lupin, and Kingsley. Tonks wears her hair long and red, which makes Harry think she looks like Ginny's older sister (a high compliment, considering Harry finds Ginny very pretty). Tonks also says she wasn't a prefect, and then Harry finds out Sirius wasn't either, nor was his father, James.

Both Lupin and Tonks accompany the kids to King's Cross. Tonks goes with Harry (she's morphed as little old lady), while Lupin arrives with Ginny, Fred, and George. I picture the gang going back to GP, with Sirius in a great mood, and then Lupin and Tonks having some more bonding moments.

(The only time we see Tonks without Lupin is when Arthur is attacked and the kids go to St. Mungo's. It's Mad-Eye and Tonks who take the kids across London to the hospital.)

Lupin and Tonks escort the kids back to Hogwarts via the Knight Bus. Tonks is disguised as a tall, tweedy woman, and Lupin leads the way to the bus. It's a bit unclear if Lupin and Tonks take the Knight Bus back to London or if they Apparate away. As Harry only mentions the bus having disappeared, I assume that Lupin and Tonks went back on the bus to have some quality time together.

(We get a good bit of Lupin when Harry sees Snape's Worst Memory. One of the few times Tonks isn't around Lupin, but I think it's the middle of a workday and Remus and Sirius have nothing better to do than sit around at GP and relive the good old days.)

Tonks and Lupin show up at the Ministry in ch. 35, Beyond the Veil. Tonks gets seriously injured by Bellatrix and topples down many stone seats. Lupin tells Harry to take the others and go. Then Sirius dies and Lupin holds Harry back from going after him. We learn later that Tonks likely had to spend some time at St. Mungo's, but she should make a full recovery. I always like various interpretations of this injury and its impact on Remus: does he panic when he realizes she's unconscious? Is he there with her at the hospital? Did he bring her there? Is that when he meets her parents? So many options for these scenes.

The last time we see Tonks in OotP is at King's Cross. She's recovered, has bright pink hair, patched jeans, and a Weird Sisters t-shirt. She's standing next to a shabby-looking Lupin. She joins in the effort of intimidating the Dursleys, her sentence being finished by none other than Lupin. Tonks: "The point is, if we find out you've been horrible to Harry--" Lupin, finishing her thought: "--and make no mistake, we'll hear about it."

All of these moments are from Harry's POV. We can assume that there are missions that Lupin and Tonks did together, and many more moments of bonding at Grimmauld Place with the Order. Tonks is with Lupin when we meet her for the first time in OotP and again when we see her at the end.

From Harry's POV, we can't really see their relationship building, but given what we know later in the series, it's not hard for me to imagine each of these moments as bigger points in time when Lupin and Tonks grow closer to one another.

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I'm Your Man - Robert 'Rosie' Rosenthal x OFC - Chapter 8

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Summary: After an encounter at Coombe House leaves Frankie and Rosie's relationship fragile, they seek to repair it when she is given leave for Christmas

Warnings: Language

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The sun disappeared as soon as it had come, and as the weeks rolled steadily into December the men at Thorpe Abbotts learned the truth of the great English winter. At sunrise, the grass lay encrusted with frost, but by midday the ice was washed away by downpours, leaving the fields a muddy marshland. Every day was dreary, cold, and damp, and Rosie was beginning to feel mocked by it, the outside world mirroring the misery he felt within.

Frankie was avoiding him. She wouldn't admit to it, but she hadn't spoken to him alone in weeks. Sure, she would sit with the Riveters in the pub or come to see them before a mission, but since their trip to Coombe House, he couldn't get her alone. Whenever he thought the chance had arisen, some pressing matter would suddenly arise that she had to attend to, and she was gone as soon as she'd arrived.

He missed her. He missed her so badly that it hurt - he missed her face being the first he saw after every mission, missed being able to tell her everything, missed making her laugh. Rosie didn't care that she hadn't kissed him anymore. He just wanted her back.

"Tell me what happened again," George demanded, perched on the edge of her bed, watching Frankie as she brushed the stubborn knots out of her hair.

Frankie sighed. "I have told you a million times already."

"I know. I'm just still trying to fathom how you could be such a fucking idiot!" She cried, grabbing one of her pillows and throwing it across the room, colliding with Frankie with a soft thump.

"Oi!" Frankie exclaimed, lobbing it right back, a shriek escaping George as it smacked her in the face.

"He's so obviously in love with you - has been for months - I just don't get it. Coombe House was the perfect opportunity. Bit of a snog and a shag, yunno."

"Jesus Christ," She muttered, shaking her head. "You're the one who warned me against getting too attached. I'm just... starting to think you were right."

George's smile dropped, and she swore she felt her stomach lurch. "Oh, Frankie, no-"

"What? Am I seriously supposed to just go for it knowing what will happen if he doesn't come back?"

Frankie hadn't uttered a word of this to her, but it was clear it had been plaguing her for some time. "I'm not supposed to be a cautionary tale, I'm supposed to be your friend. Which means I want you to be happy - find it where you can, don't just avoid it because of what happened to me."

Her entire face furrowed with her frown. "I'm just... I'm in too deep already. And I'm scared, George."

"Oh, c'mere," George sighed, rising to stand as she gestured for Frankie to come closer. Enveloping her in an embrace, her nostrils inhaled the always-lingering scent of engine oil. "I don't regret Curt. I miss him like hell and sometimes it feels really really shit. But I wouldn't trade the time I had with him to make it hurt less - if anything it's more special to me now. Don't hold back because you're scared it'll hurt later, because if anything does go wrong you'll regret it more than anything."

Frankie frowned, chin burrowed into the crook of George's neck. "You think so?"

"I know it."

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The pub was packed as always, the sea of faces ever-changing with the constant stream of replacements. It didn't matter that it was just as busy as it had always been, the place felt half-empty with so many familiar faces missing. Rosie's Riveters were always guaranteed a table, their reputation as the 100th's finest flyers preceding them - boys would actually give up their chairs when Rosie came in, and he could never dissuade them, no matter how much he cringed at the attention.

Half-empty pint glasses littered the table, conversation and laughter flowing freely among the team, but Rosie couldn't help but let his gaze wander. She was usually here - usually posted at the same spot at the bar with George, hogging the space in front of the beer taps so they could always get the bartender's attention whenever they needed another round. But when he looked up now, their spot was taken by a pair of replacements who scarcely looked old enough to fly.

"Rosie agrees, dontcha?" Bailey's voice came, and it was as if he'd been forcefully dragged back to reality.

"Hm?"

"Brooklyn's better than Queens, ain't it?"

"Oh. Definitely," He nodded, attempting to be as subtle as he could as he continued to scan the room.

Suddenly, the piano in the corner started up, thumping out a raucous tune. He'd only seen it used once or twice the entire time he'd been at Thorpe Abbotts, but the nearing advent of Christmas seemed to be putting the Brits in much higher spirits. A crowd of RAF and WAAF staff had formed around the piano player, drinks in hand as they began to perform a sequence of rowdy old drinking songs, more yelling than they were singing.

The words were foreign to American ears, but the English seemed to know them all by heart, belting out sordid tales of prostitutes and the like in a jolly, musical fashion. The pilots seemed roused by the scene, and Bailey began to clap along to the beat in encouragement, grinning as he watched the crowd. There was a sense of joy in the air, enough even to make Rosie crack a smile, elbow resting on the back of his chair as he listened.

And then he saw her.

Frankie was leant against the lid of the piano, pint in hand, belting out the words with the rest of them, grinning as she sang. She was wearing her proper WAAF uniform, her hair curled tight beneath her chin, lips painted a deep red. He never saw her in dress uniform, and for a moment he was taken aback by how well it suited her. Before Rosie had formed any sort of plan for what he was doing, he had risen to his feet, and was crossing the room towards her, weaving his way through the crowd.

A hand seized his arm. George was certainly strong when she wanted to be, and she wanted to be now, dragging him sideways away from the group, gnawing at her bottom lip, her teeth coming away with lipstick stains.

"It's my fault," She stated firmly, speaking loudly to be heard over the music.

Rosie's brow furrowed in confusion. "George, what're you talking about?"

"It's my fault Frankie won't talk to you - I only just figured it out, I'm sorry."

His shoulders squared, a frown forming. "What do you mean it's your fault, what did you do?"

"I... I told her that I haven't been speaking to the pilots since Curtis Biddick died - you don't know him, but he was... kinda my boyfriend."

"Oh, George, I'm sorry."

"Yeah, it sucks. But I think she took it to heart, and now she's scared to get too close to you in case something happens."

"... She told you that?"

"Not explicitly, but I'm not an idiot. And I know her very well."

Rosie nodded hurriedly as he considered this, passing his weight from one foot to the other as he debated approaching Frankie. Sucking in a deep breath, he nodded determinedly. "George," He held her by the shoulders, pressing a quick kiss to her forehead. "Thank you."

"Don't ever do that again."

"I am sorry," He nodded, hands held up in surrender as he backed away, turning on his heel to make a beeline towards Frankie. George watched him go, brow raised at the sudden spring in his step.

"Weird bloke," She muttered.

They were halfway through a frankly awful rendition of Three Jolly Rogues when Frankie heard someone calling her name. Her gaze travelled across the crowd, words trailing off as she noticed Rosie at the edge of the group, unable to penetrate the mass of people as he craned to catch her eye. Eyes widening for a moment, she instantly felt her heart begin to beat faster as she chugged the remainder of her beer, abandoning her empty glass atop the piano as she tried to shove her way through to him.

"Frankie!" "Rosie!"

They spoke simultaneously, words to rambled and quick to make out, especially over the din of the pub. "Let's - let's go outside, yeah?" Frankie called over the music, and he nodded in agreement. His hand on her back came as a reflex, an instinct as they moved towards the door. She didn't step away.

Stepping out into the night air was like running head-first into a wall of ice, the sudden cold almost making Frankie gasp, her breath erupting in a visible cloud in front of her face. The sheer number of bodies inside the pub kept it permanently warm, so much so that it was easy to forget they were in the thick of December. Sucking in a breath, she rubbed at her arms to generate some warmth, her uniform jacket offering little in the way of insulation.

Rosie opened his mouth to speak, but she got there first. "I'm sorry. I've been treating you like shit and you don't deserve it, I was just being a fucking coward and-"

"Hey - no, no, no, you're ok. George told me what was going on and I get it. I get it, ok?"

Her expression was contorted in something like fear. "You do?"

"Of course," A smile flickered across his face. Of course he did. "I have no idea how hard it must be for you to wait for us all to come back, knowing what can happen up there. But... I don't wanna sound selfish Frankie but I can't stand the thought of dying without us being friends. You make coming back worth it and I- ... I miss you."

Frankie was silent for a long moment, and Rosie braced himself for whatever she was going to say.

"Come to my house for Christmas," She said. His mind had been racing trying to predict her response. He had not expected that.

"... What?"

"I got a forty-eight-hour pass for Christmas, I'm going over to my Dad's house. You can't spend it with your family, and we've got plenty of room... Well. You'd probably have to sleep on the floor but-"

She trailed off as she realised he was laughing, her brow furrowing as Rosie chuckled, nodding continuously. "Yeah," He beamed.

"Yeah?" The corner of her lips curled upwards in that wonky smile he so adored.

"Yeah, I'll come," Rosie grinned, taking a step forward and enveloping her in a hug, arms wrapped tight around her shoulders and she instinctively reached around to hug him back, her head resting against his chest.

"That would've been really awkward if you'd said no," Frankie said, her voice muffled against his jacket. Rosie laughed again, and she felt the vibrations through his chest.

"I was never gonna say no."

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They took a train on Christmas Eve, each carriage so packed with servicemen and women on leave and families visiting each other for the holiday that they were forced to stand, shuffling awkwardly out of the way whenever someone had to squeeze past. The pair had nothing to do except for a single pack of cards, although it soon became evident that the lack of space forced them to stand so close that they could always see each other's hand, and every game rapidly became pointless.

"So George isn't coming? Or Ken?" Rosie asked, fiddling with his watch as they plodded steadily onwards through the countryside, plumes of smoke from the coal engine partly obscuring the view of the trees and fields outside.

"George's family lives down in Dover - though you'd never guess it from her accent," Frankie chuckled. "She's got a pass too, so she's gone down this morning. Ken got invited for dinner by the parents of those lads he's always looking after - he'll be over there tomorrow."

He nodded along as she spoke. It had been almost an hour since anyone had tried to shuffle past them, so they'd taken to sitting on the floor, legs outstretched as far as they could go across the dirty old carpet. "Say, how'd you and George meet anyway? I never asked."

"We were both working at RAF Docking from about the middle of '41. There were a lot more WAAF there than at Abbotts, so we didn't bunk together, but we just sort of stuck, I s'pose. She only came here because of me - I got asked to come 'cause of your manpower shortage, but she reapplied so she could come too. Good thing too, I'd have been fucked without her. I think we got a bit co-dependent," She smiled to herself as she spoke, and he couldn't help but mirror it.

There was not a single sign or announcement to indicate where they were on their journey along the way. Frankie had told him it was a part of the government's anti-invasion measures, so that any would-be invaders would be unable to find their way, but really it just made him paranoid that they had missed their stop. Nevertheless, the moment they pulled into their station, she was up on her feet, a sudden air of excitement about her as she scrambled to gather their belongings. Rosie followed her out onto the platform, trying not to cough at the puffs of coal smoke that filled the station.

"Not far now," She assured him, a suitcase full of clothes in one hand, a satchel of presents in the other. It was a surprisingly sunny afternoon, although the biting cold would have suggested otherwise, and he trailed after her as they descended the high street, Rosie's head turning this way and that to take in his unfamiliar surroundings.

Frankie breezed through the place with practised familiarity, letting out a huff as she realised she'd almost lost him to the Shakespeare memorial as they passed. He had become entirely distracted by it, peering closely at the engravings that lined the base of the statue.

"Oi! Don't go all tourist on me, flyboy - I won't be late for dinner," She teased, and Rosie held up his hands in surrender, scurrying to catch up.

He could tell they were close when her shoulders drooped, excitement replaced by a comfortable calm. They reached a row of short, terraced houses, set back slightly from the main road, the thin strip of shared lawn still wet from the morning's blanket of frost. Frankie had begun grinning as she approached the house on the far end of the row, a spring of holly tied to the knocker with a messy knot of string. She shot him a smile, knocking firmly upon the wood, before spying an elderly woman a few doors down, struggling under the weight of her shopping bags as she fumbled with her door keys.

"Let me help with that, Mrs Higgins!" Frankie called, leaving Rosie alone on the doorstep as she hurried to help the old woman, gently prying the bags from her grip.

"My, Frances, haven't you grown!" Mrs Higgins declared, beaming up at her, made tiny by her stooped shoulders.

"Not since I was twelve, dear," She assured her, helping her in through the door as she carried the shopping behind her. Rosie smiled, watching on with his hands in his pockets, and he wondered how he could feel nostalgic in a place he'd never seen before.

Suddenly the door to Frankie's house swung open, and he found himself faced with a red-faced man, peering down at him with a frown. "Can I help you?"

"Dad, that's just Rosie! Let 'im in!" Frankie cried from down the street, hurriedly exiting Mrs Higgins' house as she scurried to catch up.

Mr Bevan was a huge man in every sense of the word - so tall and wide that he practically filled the entire doorway, and it almost seemed a miracle that he and his daughter were even related. But the moment he heard Frankie's voice, his face lit up with such love Rosie wasn't sure he'd ever seen anything like it, unleashing a hearty, belly laugh as she ran into his arms, practically throwing herself at the man.

"Rosie? Who's Rosie?" Another voice rang from inside - a girl's voice, high-pitched and certainly familiar. "I thought you were bringing the pilot!"

"Rosie is the pilot!" Frankie called down the hall, chuckling as she broke free of her father's embrace. She ushered Rosie inside, piling her bags at the bottom of the narrow staircase. As he entered, a girl was peering suspiciously at him from the kitchen doorway. She couldn't have been older than thirteen, a crop of golden hair flowing from her scalp, and at her hip cowered another child, a little girl of about three of four, hair so blonde it was almost white.

"But Rosie's a girl's name!" The older girl protested.

He chuckled. "Well, in fairness, my real name's Robert."

"Alice, be nice," Frankie scolded gently, lifting up the smaller child with one arm as Alice's cheeks bloomed a bright red. He realised she must have been Jill, recalling her name from the phone call all those weeks ago at Coombe House.

The Bevans' house was inescapably narrow, the five of them struggling to pass each other as bags were brought in and Frankie's father bustled through to the kitchen to put the kettle on. But as she sidled into the living room, she let out a gasp, a grin creasing her cheeks.

It was a sparsely furnished place, but in all honesty there probably wasn't room for anything else. A thin pine tree was propped up in the corner, strings of tinsel and chipped old baubles hanging from its branches, and newspaper chains hung from the curtain rails.

"Oh, isn't this just wonderful," Frankie remarked as Jill wrapped her chubby arms around her neck in a sideways hug. She turned her head, nodding at Rosie, prompting him to say something.

"Oh! Yeah. Very nice, it's just like back home," He nodded in agreement, slightly tense under the eyes of strangers, even if they were both little girls.

"Rosie, d'you want a cuppa?" Mr Bevan's voice boomed from the next room. For a moment he panicked, staring at Frankie with wide eyes like a deer caught in headlights.

"Tea. Do you want tea?" She whispered, putting Jill down on the sofa.

"Oh, uh - Yes! Thank you, Mr Bevan!"

"Oh, bloody hell, it's Allen, son," He shook his head, carrying in a teapot on a tray to place on the small table in the middle of the room.

"Even the boys at the garage call you Allen, eh Dad?" Frankie pointed out, pouring a cup of tea and straining the leaves before passing it to Rosie.

"Reason I hired 'em," He agreed, lowering himself into one of the armchairs with a heavy grunt. Rosie accepted the tea with a smile, and had just brought the cup to his lips when Allen leant down and unstrapped his foot, pulling it off and propping it against the wall. He almost choked. Alice let out a snort that sounded remarkably like Frankie's.

"Christ, sorry lad," He laughed, red face turning even redder. "Probably should've warned you about that."

Rosie forced out an awkward chuckle, nodding along. Jill was sat beside him on the sofa, staring up at him with wide eyes, mouth hanging slightly agape. He smiled down at her, noticing Frankie as she smirked at the whole scene.

Their dinner was a meagre feast of beans on toast, and Rosie suspected they were saving everything else for Christmas Day, saving it up to put on a true banquet. He and Frankie had been relegated to the living room to sleep, and she took the sofa whilst he lay on a pile of cushions and blankets on the floor. It wasn't a house built to serve any more than three - after all, it had only ever intended to house Frankie and her parents.

He was staring up at the picture frames that lined the wall as she came in - messy childhood drawings on aged paper, a laboured scrawl captioning each one with things like 'Me and Daddy' and 'My House'. Frankie had been putting the girls to bed, and padded across the carpet with a sigh, the sofa springs creaking as she collapsed backwards onto them.

"Did you draw those?" He asked, pointing up at the wall.

She groaned, covering her face with her hands. "God, they're so awful, I keep telling him to take them down."

"No! They're great! I think it's really nice."

Frankie stared down at him for a moment. He'd changed into his pyjamas already, lying straight across the living room floor, blanket tucked under his arms. She began to giggle, cheeks flushed from the cool draft that filled the room.

"What?" He asked.

"It's only nine. You look like you've had mummy come and tuck you in for bed," She teased, unable to look at him without collapsing into giggles again.

"I'm tired!" He protested, throwing his hands up in the air.

"Yeah, yeah. So am I, to be fair. And - fair warning - Jill will be in here at five in the morning tomorrow to open her presents. She's so excited, I don't think she'll sleep a wink."

Frankie lay back along the sofa, feet propped up against the armrest as she draped a blanket over herself before reaching out to turn off the lamp. "They're sweet kids," Rosie spoke into the darkness.

"Alice is cagey around new people - just tell her a good flying story tomorrow and she'll love you. I think Jill loves you already. She doesn't talk much, but she'll want you to play with her toys, so you'd better do it," She instructed him, and he let out a chuckle.

"Alright. I promise."

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Rosie was awoken by the thunderous sound of little footsteps barrelling down the stairs, a shriek escaping Jill as she streaked into the room, making a beeline for the sofa as she hurled herself on top of Frankie. She let out an agonised groan at the sudden weight, retaliating as she tickled under Jill's arms, eliciting a series of squeals from the girl.

He groaned, grabbing one of the cushions and pressing it tight over his head to dull the sudden noise. He heard Frankie laugh, and felt her warm breath against his ear as she bent down to whisper "Told you so."

It was a half hour before the rest of the family made an appearance, time which Frankie spent desperately trying to prevent Jill from tearing open her presents, insisting she had to wait for her sister.

"Just one? Please? Please!" She whined, feet dangling off the edge of one of the kitchen chairs. Rosie wandered in and the girl went suddenly quiet, nervously pursing her lips.

"Hey Jill, why don't you show Rosie your cars, yeah?" Frankie said, pausing mid-sentence to let out a yawn as she put the kettle on the boil. The child's brow furrowed, considering this, and when she looked up at him she spoke with the seriousness of a businessman conducting an important negotiation.

"Rosie, will you play cars with me?"

"Absolutely I will," He nodded, rubbing tiredly at his eyes. Jill grinned, pushing herself down from the chair as she scurried back into the living room. Rosie shot Frankie a glance, brow arched in confusion. "How does she have so much energy?"

"She's a kid," She shrugged. "I think they're all like that."

The cars were rusted and chipped, paint peeling off to expose the tarnished metal beneath, and Rosie couldn't help but suspect they must have been Frankie's years ago. He could picture her as a girl, playing with tiny tin cars on the floor of a garage somewhere whilst her father worked away fixing the real thing. The idea made him smile.

Jill made little whooshing engine sounds as she wheeled the cars around on the rug, occasionally ramming one into the table leg as she mimicked a crash - there was a groove in the wood from years of games such as this. Rosie found he did not know how to play with a child as small and as quiet as Jill, but he lined the toy racing cars up in a nice, neat row for her, quickly discovering the girl much preferred to destroy that work than admire it.

"This one's yours," She declared, holding out a chubby hand to present him with a tiny metal biplane, half of its propeller long since broken off.

"Why thank you," He grinned, accepting it gladly. They had been playing for a long time before Rosie realised he too had begun to mimic the sound of engines, lips pressed together as he tried to replicate the hum of his B-17.

Allan and Alice appeared after a while, and once the girls had opened their Christmas presents it was all hands on deck to prepare for their midday feast. The children were placed in charge of the bread stuffing, a charge they appeared to take incredibly seriously, and Rosie was presented with a pile of carrots and potatoes to peel. He sat at the table, dutifully toiling away, the kitchen gradually growing hotter and hotter as the chicken they'd bought from one of the neighbours slowly roasted in the oven.

The creak of a chair beside him caught his attention, and Rosie looked up as Frankie sat down, sliding a glass of sherry towards him. "Frankie, it's ten in the morning," He pointed out.

"If you're not at least halfway drunk by lunchtime, you're not doing Christmas right," Frankie shrugged. He noticed her father had already finished a glass. Taking a sip of her drink, she reached across the table, seizing one of the unpeeled potatoes from his pile, using a knife to whittle away at the skin. "You're very slow at this," She pointed out.

"Sorry, I'm not a practised potato peeler, dear."

She chuckled. "Guess we'll just have to train you up... Merry Christmas, Rosie."

He tore his gaze from his work, nicking the skin of his finger slightly with the blade, although he couldn't make himself mind. "Merry Christmas."

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A myriad of wonderful smells had filled the kitchen by the time they sat down to eat, his chair perched on a corner of the small table between Frankie and Jill. The girls had created little paper crowns for the occasion, crafted out of scraps of wallpaper and decorated with old buttons. Rosie's sat far too small atop his head, but he fought to keep it balanced on his scalp, replacing it every time it fell off. It was a simple banquet, but after the work they had put into creating it, he could've sworn it was the best food he'd ever eaten.

"This much like your Christmases in the States, Rosie?" Allen asked.

Rosie nodded enthusiastically. "Oh, yeah. Good food and good company, that's what it's for, ain't it?"

"I'd offer to let you call your family, but we don't have a phone," Frankie admitted, reaching across him to take Jill's plate so that she could cut up her chicken for her.

"It's no trouble, really. This is all wonderful," He nodded again, and Alice snorted as his paper crown slipped off of his head, tumbling to the floor.

Frankie shot the girl a look, brow arched in warning. He suddenly remembered what she had told him the night before. "Say, I haven't told you any of my flying stories yet, have I?" It was as if Alice were a dog, the way her ears pricked, intrigue suddenly lacing her expression.

"No. You haven't."

"Please do!" Jill added, and her older sister nodded in agreement.

Rosie began to recount some of his most interesting missions - the narrow misses, the daring manoeuvres - every detail embellished for dramatic effect to such an extent that he was at times bordering on fabrication, and he could tell from Frankie's smirk that she knew not everything he was saying was strictly true. She was smiling at her father across the table, the two of them enjoying the utterly transfixed expressions plastered across the children's faces, so enthralled that they almost forgot to eat.

Any scepticism Alice had shown before was long gone, staring wide-eyed across the table at him, her cheeks blooming red as if she'd come face to face with her lifelong hero. Either that or she was developing a crush. Frankie was beginning to suspect the latter. When dinner was finished, the girl approached her as she was filling the sink with water to wash up, leaning over to whisper in her ear.

"Frankie - Is Rosie your boyfriend?"

"What? ...No, honey, I don't think so."

Alice's brow furrowed, a look of absolute horror painting her face. "What do you mean you 'don't think so'?"

Frankie chuckled. "You'll get it when you're older."

She rolled her eyes, golden curls bouncing as she gathered the dirty dishes, stacking them in an orderly pile beside the sink. Bing Crosby came over the radio on the windowsill in front of her, the faint drawl of the King's Christmas speech coming from the main radio in the living room. Her dad had taken off his false leg again, revelling in every moment he didn't have to wear the thing, and Frankie was elbow-deep in soapy water by the time Rosie reappeared.

"Where'd you go?" She asked, looking up as he came in through the back door, paper crown still balanced atop his head.

"Getting rid of leftovers - the neighbour took the chicken scraps for her dogs."

"Ah," She nodded, suppressing a smile as he sidled next to her, seizing the dishcloth and beginning to dry the plates and cups she had finished scrubbing.

"... Yunno. Alice thinks you're my boyfriend."

Rosie nodded, laughing softly. "I think Jill thinks we're married."

"Oh she loooves you," Frankie teased, knocking against him with her hip. "She'll be wanting you to put her to bed later."

She wasn't wrong. The adults sat around the living room that night, the children long since sent to bed. Empty glasses covered the coffee table as they held their hands of cards close to their chests, finally able to have a proper game - albeit a slightly addled one. The room itself smelled of sherry, and their cheeks were all flushed pink, laughing as they played, the radio still turned on in the corner, although nothing came from it but static.

They were having such a good time that they didn't hear the little patter of footsteps trailing down the staircase - didn't look up until she was stood in the doorway, a ragged old teddy clutched in her hands. Jill's voice came out meek and exhausted. "I can't sleep."

"Well, I'm not surprised, my lamb," Frankie's dad spoke warmly. "You ate a whole month's sweet ration today."

She rubbed tiredly at her eyes, and Frankie pushed herself up off the sofa. "Alright, let's go, eh?"

"I want Rosie to do it," Jill insisted, sleepy brown eyes looking back at him. "Please?"

Frankie glanced over at him, shrugging as if to say 'I don't see why not'. "Sure thing," Rosie nodded, grunting slightly as he hopped up from his seat. Jill grinned, clutching at the cuff of his sleeve with a tiny hand as they headed up the stairs together.

Returning to her seat, Frankie grinned, watching them go until they were out of sight. It was quiet for a long moment, and she reached over to turn off the radio. Her father cleared his throat slightly. "You never mentioned - how long have you been with yer fella then?"

She had been halfway through a last sip of sherry, and choked suddenly on it, almost spitting it back out. "Who, Rosie? No, dad, we're just-"

"Oh, bloody hell, petal," He shook his head, and she wondered how he could make a term of endearment sound so frustrated. "I'm not blind as well as legless."

"You've still got one leg Dad-"

"Don't gimme that. That lad's in love with you, else he wouldn't have crossed the bloody country on Christmas Eve to come eat old carrots with you. And you! Christ alive, you look at him like you used to look at Danny-boy from down the street when you were goin' out with him. Except worse."

Frankie let out a long, agonised groan, slumping so far back against the sofa cushions it was as if she were hoping to melt into the furniture. "Dad!" She exclaimed. "... He's American."

He snorted. "Bloody hell, didn't think I raised you to be a snob."

"No! Not like that! I just... he lives in America. I can't leave you, Dad."

"Oh, piss off, yes you can. You think I'll grow this feckin' leg back overnight through the grace of your presence, love? If I let you waste your life sittin' around here, then I've failed as a Dad. I've failed your mum, n'all."

"Don't say that," She shook her head, tears forming and clouding her vision.

"No. I mean it. If that lad is gonna make you happy you go with him, dammit. Gettin' to raise you has been the best thing that ever happened to me, but you're your own woman now, Frank. And I've got a couple more little-un's to deal with. Can't have you hanging around, there's not bloody room anymore."

Frankie laughed, wiping her tears away with the back of her hand. Her dad made to stand, groaning as he put weight on his false leg, and she jumped to her feet to help him, but he raised a hand to her, and she had no choice but to back away.

"I love you, petal," He beamed down at her, pressing a firm kiss to her forehead. "And now I'm going to bed. Too much bloody sherry." She squeezed his hand, stepping out of the way so he could hobble past, grunting slightly as he hauled himself up the stairs.

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By the time Rosie returned, Frankie was lying on the floor atop the pile of cushions and blankets he had used as a bed the night before, staring at the pictures on the wall.

"You're in my bed," He pointed out.

"I got the sofa last night - your turn."

"No - no. It's your house, you take the couch."

"Look, Rosie, we are going back tomorrow and I'll not return you to the boys with a bad back. Make me look like a bad host n'all."

He let out a sigh. "Fine," It was dark in the living room, and she couldn't wholly tell what he was doing until she felt the blanket lift up, and he burrowed beneath it beside her.

"... What are you doing."

"Compromise," Rosie shrugged, their shoulders pressed together. "... Who's Danny?"

"Oh my God!" Frankie exclaimed, covering her face with her hands, voice strained in embarrassment. "How much of that did you hear?!"

"Just a little. I was waiting for Jill to brush her teeth. So?"

She sighed, arms dropping to her sides in defeat. "He was my boyfriend for a bit when I was seventeen. It wasn't a big deal, but Dad loved him so he brings it up all the time."

He chuckled, nodding. "You were right, by the way. I do like your dad."

"Told you."

Neither of them said anything for a long time, the room plunged into silence save for the sound of them breathing. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she could make out his features, her head lolling to the side as she stared at him.

"Actually, I lied," He confessed. Her brow furrowed in confusion, watching as Rosie rolled onto his side to face her. "I heard everything."

Frankie did the same, the pair facing each other properly. "You sneaky shit," She teased, and he let out a huff of laughter.

She heard him take a deep breath before he spoke again. "Was he right?"

"About what?"

In the dim light, she could see his brow furrow. "You know what."

Rosie's hand moved to cup Frankie's cheek, but before he could make a move she had closed the gap, and he felt the warmth of her lips press against his, sucking in a sharp breath through his nose. The blankets rustled as she pressed herself against him, wrapping an arm around the back of his neck as he lifted his head up off the pillow, moving to hover over her, their lips never parting.

After a moment, she pulled away, and they both took a second to catch their breath. "Jill's probably gonna get up again in a minute. She's a nightmare to put to bed, I swear."

"Understood," Rosie nodded firmly like a man on a mission, peppering kisses from her cheek down to the crook of her neck as she squirmed, trying not to laugh as she planted a palm flat on his forehead, prying him away.

He sighed, and a bubble of laughter escaped her throat. "I'm serious! We will scar that child for life."

"Alright," Rosie huffed, lying back down beside her. He raised his hand to her face once more, her skin sticky with sweat as he pushed her hair out of the way, getting a proper look at her as best he could in the dark.

"Did I ever tell you how beautiful you are?"

Frankie hummed. "No. Don't think so."

"You are beautiful," He mused, winding a strand of her hair around his finger. "Even in the dark - even when you smell terrible and I say I don't care. Which I don't, by the way."

She snorted with laughter, briefly pressing her lips to his once more. "Well, I also don't mind when you smell like shit."

"Aw, that's sweet."

A small voice came from the doorway, and for a second both of their hearts stopped, hurling themselves away from each other as they tried to be as inconspicuous as possible. "I still can't sleep," Jill protested, frown audible in her voice. Rosie felt the urge to laugh at the accuracy of Frankie's prediction, and she clamped a hand over his mouth to muffle the sound.

"That's ok sweetie, I'm coming," She called. The blankets rustled as she moved to stand, pressing her forehead against his just long enough to whisper.

"I told you so."

#masters of the air #masters of the air oc #masters of the air fic #rosie rosenthal #rosie rosenthal x oc #mota oc #mota fic #oc: frankie #frankie x rosie #oc: george #fic | i'm your man #i need to take a NAP after writing this one

[vyorei]

I found a post about Palestine and olive trees about a week ago, this reminded me of it so I'm gonna post the text below.

This was posted on Facebook by Dima Seelawi on the 29th of October 2018, it just happened to find its way to my newsfeed:

"When I was young, I never really understood my parents insistence to only use olive oil imported from Palestine. It took a long time and a great distance in a process that was neither cheap nor convenient. The oil came in old beat-up containers that did not look appealing to me at all. In my head, if they wanted to support distant family back home, they could just send them money and save us and them a big hassle. We could just use the nice looking olive oil containers from the nearby store. Yet, this was never an option in our household. The only olive oil we used at home was from Palestine.

As I grew up and started a student part-time job, I worked with olive oil a little. I knew all about olive oil imported from Spain, Italy, and other countries. I knew which ones were better and more expensive. I also learned to tell, based on the pungent taste, which ones were extra virgin. I was tempted to use my employee discount to bring home one of the fancy bottles and use at our kitchen. I could not get myself to do it, and I did not exactly know why. I felt like it would be disrespectful to my parents even if it didn’t make sense to me. It did not feel right. It was not an option.

After living in Palestine for a year during the olive picking season, something changed. The olive picking season in Palestine is holy.

Palestinians relate to the weather based on how it would benefit or harm the olives. There is well-known unspoken rule about treating olive trees with respect. There is a day off from work just to pick olives. On public transportation, it is not unusual to hear someone on the phone telling their friend to stop by for their share of this year’s olive oil stored in what used to be a Coca-Cola or a liquor bottle. A driver will stop in the middle of the way to give his brother- in- law a jar of olives that are so close to one another that they start to crush showing their insides.

In Nablus, the owner of the Nabulsi soap factory takes pride in how picky he is about getting his olive oil. He insists on filling a cup to let me smell how authentic it is and smirks as he sees my diasporic facial expressions transform in appreciation of its strong smell running through all of my brain cells.

I started noticing how olive oil is an essential part of so many dishes. “Palestinians drink more olive oil than water” I would jokingly say and they would laugh in agreement. Olive oil is truly an everyday ritual.

They fantasize about its color when it’s fresh and remind me that it starts to change as it reacts with oxygen over time. They dip their bread into olive oil, just like that and without any additions, and enjoy it more than the sweetest of all foods. I can guarantee that every lunch invitation (عزومة) I received during the olive-picking season was a chance for my hosts to share their olive oil using Msakhan (a traditional Palestinian dish).

I now have a deeper understanding of the psychology behind the burning of olive trees by Israeli settlers and why farmers moan at the scene as if they lost a loved one.

Wherever you are, if it’s accessible to you, make sure your olive oil is Palestinian. Your ancestors would want that."

And this picture was attached:

Link to the article in the header image:

#free gaza #free palestine #gaza strip #irish solidarity with palestine #palestine #gaza #news on gaza #al jazeera #boycott israel #israel #Olive trees #Olive oil #Olive harvest #Dima Seelawi #Palestinian olive trees #Palestinian olive Groves #Palestinian culture #Samaher Abu Jameh #Abasan al-Kabira #Farming #important #Nablus #West Bank #west bank palestinians

[matan4il]

Daily update post:

Two Arab men loyal to ISIS were arrested for intending to carry out a terrorist attack in the Old City of Jerusalem. They were going to use explosives, and were considering buying a drone to drop the explosives from. I just wanna remind everyone, that every new terrorism tactic developed against Israelis, eventually makes its way to other countries.

On Israel's northern border, Hezbollah fired a barrage of rockets into the city of Kiryat Shmona, causing widespread blackouts. Among the buildings his is a school. On our southern border, a TV reporter shared that over the first 9 days of 2024, 17 rocket barrages were fired into Israel from Gaza. It's a lot less than it used to be, but it's still not zero. I want people to understand that until we can guarantee no rockets are going to be fired at Israeli civilians living along the country's borders, those communities can't go back to their homes. They'll remain evacuated, homeless, without any possible change on the horizon. It's an abnormal and impossible situation for any country, if its citizens can't live on their own land. No country would take it, and frankly, it is only the strength of spirit of Israel's northern and southern communities, that allowed Israel to overlook the tens of thousands of rockets being fired into this land for 22 years. NO COUNTRY would take this. And after Oct 7, Israeli civilians are done taking it, too. Which means Israel as a country can no longer accept this abnormal reality either.

This is a map of how Hamas' rockets cover Israel (and how this progressed through the years). It doesn't show Hezbollah's rockets. If Hamas has tens of thousands of rockets, Hezbollah is said to have hundreds of thousands. It also doesn't show how far drones from Gaza can reach, or how Israel has had rockets fired at it from Iraq, Syria and Yemen, too. And that Iran's rockets can also reach us.

After undergoing surgery, and still waiting to learn the extent to which his serious injuries will affect him, singer and actor Idan Amedi sent out a message through a friend (an Israeli politician) who was visiting him. Idan said, according to his friend, to forget about him, he's not important and he will deal with what he has to, what matters is that the People of Israel will stay strong together. One journalist IMO nailed it, when he said about Idan, that it's not that Amedi as an individual matters more than the other soldiers in Gaza, it's that he's a symbol of how much Israelis are putting aside and sacrificing in order to protect our country and our people.

The less interesting part of the lawsuit by South Africa (organized behind the scenes by the Palestinian Authority) against Israel was concluded today, the part where we already knew what lies and distortions will be employed. Tomorrow, Israel will get to respond, and that should prove more interesting. For now, many have condemned the biased stance that SA took, especially as in 2015 it enabled the return to Sudan of Omar al-Bashir, who has been guilty of mass rapes and murders in Darfur. SA was asked to arrest him for his crimes against humanity during a visit, but they enabled his safe return to his country and to his crimes. He was only stopped in 2019. That's on top of SA siding with Iran, a country that finances terrorism globally, kills its own civilians, and is implicated in the Oct 7 massacre carried out by Hamas, the antisemitic genocidal terrorist organization. SA omitted the massacre from the lawsuit it filed against Israel.

Before the trial in the Hague started, the head of Israel's criminal forensics institute, Dr. Chen Kugel, has published more evidence from the horrifying crimes of Hamas, committed on Oct 7, and which were motivated by genocidal intent. A part of the current antisemitic farce is, of course, that while Israel is wrongfully being charged with genocide, the actual crimes perpetrated due to genocidal intent can't be prosecuted in the International Court of Justice, because Hamas is not a state, and did not sign the convention for the prevention of genocide, as Israel did. There's an irony here that only antisemitism can turn into a reality, that the first heinous crimes in this war were committed against Israel, yet the first trial over any crimes in this war is also targeting the Jewish state.

They're saying it will take years for the lawsuit to be concluded. But the accusation, the libel against Israel (and possibly an intermediary junction against Israel, for which the bar is very low, and which SA is asking the court to give), that's happening RIGHT NOW. It's why some people are calling this the modern Dreyfus trial. For those who don't know, Dreyfus was a loyal French officer. He was also Jewish. That was enough to convict him in the court of public opinion as a traitor, and it was enough to bias the actual court in which the trial was held. Dreyfus was found guilty of treason, dishonorably discharged, and exiled. The injustice was evident in real time, as Emile Zola's famous op ed "J'accuse!" shows. Decades later, Dreyfus was exonerated of all charges against him, and a non-Jewish French officer was exposed as the real traitor. But it was too late for Dreyfus, and for all Jews at the time, who had witnessed the modern, supposedly liberal west fail them.

The same Iran that finances Hamas, including the Oct 7 massacre, and has invested in SA, has also been confirmed to have attacked a ship in the Oman bay. It's the second time (at least) that Iran has attacked a ship directly rather than use proxies, like the Houthi terrorists in Yemen, to target international shipping.

Today, Egypt refused an American request, to allow a UN delegation entry into the northern part of the Gaza strip, so it coud evaluate the needs of Palestinians. This is a reminder that if anyone tells you Hamas' reports on the number of fatalities has been independently verified... no, they weren't. No one impartial is found in Gaza right now. Also, that if people blame everything that's happening to Gazans right now on Israel, they're intentionally leaving out both Hamas, other Gazan terrorist organzations, and the Egyptians.

The other day, Hamas claimed that two journalists were killed in Gaza. Yesterday, the IDF released records showing they were both memberes of Palestinian terrorist organizations.

Across Israel, people are getting ready to hold many events and strikes as we're getting close to the 100th day since Hamas and other Gazans kidnapped Israeli civilians from their homes. 136 Israelis, alive or dead, are still held hostage in Gaza. The youngest of the hostages is Kfir Bibas, was just 9 months old when he was taken from his home at gunpoint, together with his 4 years old brother Ariel, and his mom Shiri. Next week, Kfir will "celebrate" his first birthday on this earth in captivity. Yarden, the father, was also kidnapped, but he was taken into Gaza separately. A Hamas released vid shows Yarden being told that his wife and sons are dead. We don't know if this is true or not, as in the past, these terrorists have lied about hostages being dead, when they turned out to be alive. Hamas' vid also showed Yarden Bibas in great emotional distress, and one hostage, who was held with him in a terror tunnel, but was later released, said he was in a terrible mental state, and she feared for his life. Here are images of the Bibas family before they were kidnapped:

(for all of my updates and ask replies regarding Israel, click here)

#israel #antisemitism #israeli #israel news #israel under attack #israel under fire #israelunderattack #terrorism #anti terrorism #hamas #antisemitic #antisemites #jews #jew #judaism #jumblr #frumblr #jewish

[ash-says]

Your opinionated girl is back in the town with some strong views.

1) To all those ladies who are still planning the execution strategy for their new year, new me goals either a)take action or b) drop it. No honestly it's funny at this point that we are three months into the year and you are still stuck in the planning phase. You are all talks no game babe.

2) The day when these motivational posts will start making you bored cause they are churning the same things in and out 24/7 is the day when you have reached the pinnacle of self motivation. Until then be stuck in the mental loop.

3) Truthfully in my eyes any person even myself is included if it discusses the same issues more than three times without looking for a solution just wants to waste time. Like you wanna crib but don't pull yourself out of it??? Okayyyyyyyy. Sounds like you are enjoying it then. No I am not interested in your pity party. Thanks for the invite though.

4) No I do not know it all. But I can guarantee I know better. Why? Because I am curious and action oriented. And even if I don't know I am open to learning and practicing.

5) Instead of wasting your energy in daydreaming and 3 hours on Pinterest on making a vision board or so called aesthetic that hardly aligns or you are going to follow up why not spend it actually on acquiring a skill, exercising, hell if you so much love making aesthetic boards take up a designing course, work for a marketing agency. Put it to use. Leverage the fuck out of yourself. Either earn money or turn it into a potential economic skill. Money speaks and if you don't believe it yet. I pity you.

That's all for today's show on ash-says. Stay tuned for more illegal tricks and explosive opinions.

#gaslight gatekeep girlboss #girlblogging #glow up #it girl #self care #that girl #dark feminine energy #self love #becoming that girl #becoming her #that girl aesthetic #it girl aesthetic #dream girl aesthetic #dream girl #thewizardliz #the 48 laws of power #pink pilates girl #pink pilates princess #coqeutte #motivation #femme fatale vibes #femme fatale #level up #level up journey #ash-says #self development #self help #self improvement #feminine energy #wonyoungism

[herofics]

Hii, since i saw that saw that you're asking for requests can i ask for platonic fluff with Gojo and Geto (separately)? When they chill together +playful banters?

A/N: Lol, I kinda just rambled, this is probably not very fluffy but definitely platonic

~Geto Suguru~

•He’s got his family, which you’re of course a part of too, but you’re also a bit different from the others

•You’re his best friend, and he has a different kind of relationship to you than anyone else in his inner circle

•He knows you can handle yourself in a fight, but if you were to need his help, he most likely has a few curses watching you in case something happens

•It’s a habit of his, and he does it to everyone in his family, he wants to look out for all of you

•Anyway, Geto doesn’t exactly get many days off, being a cult leader is a 24/7 kind of job so a lot of your time together is spent at his office and the cult headquarters in general

•Geto isn’t exactly a jokester, but he does have a good sense of humor and it’s compatible with yours

•He can also sometimes be quite nostalgic, so while you don’t know Gojo Satoru personally, you certainly know him by reputation and from what Geto has told you, which is a lot

•You let him talk about pretty much whatever he wants to and he extends the same courtesy to you

•No matter what your problem, Geto is there to listen even if he doesn’t always have an answer or a solution for you

•What he’s guaranteed to have are some dry humor comments and an eye roll, but he reserves those for the appropriate moments

•Sometimes when you’re upset or super tired you just sit next to Geto and just lean your head on his shoulder while he works and every now and then you even fall asleep

•He’s doesn’t mind, because it also happens to him from time to time

•Geto has never learned much else about doing hair than his signature style, so when you decided to learn how to do his hair, he was a bit apprehensive

•He let you practice while he worked, and you actually ended up becoming quite good at it 

•All kinds of braids and buns and stuff like that

•Geto dedicates most of his time to the cult, but he still makes sure to keep you in the loop about his life and to ask about yours

~Gojo Satoru~

•Gojo doesn’t have many friends, he has colleagues and students, but not really friends

•And while no one will ever replace Suguru, you are a very good friend and Gojo cares deeply for you

•You’re also a jujutsu sorcerer too, but he’s still pretty protective of you and tends to check in on you a lot during your missions

•Your missions are of course suited to your skill level, but Gojo still worries, he’s seen what can happen when a mission goes off the rails

•Anyway he loves to buy you gifts, little knick knacks and sweets, and all kinds of dumb stuff he comes across

•He also loves to gossip, so the phone calls you have tend to be very long

•Gojo will always pick up your calls, even if it’s in the middle of a mission or in the middle of the night

•When you’re chilling together, you like to watch movies or play something, be it cards or a video game 

•Gojo has incredibly bad luck with Uno though, he never seems to win and he’s a bit of a sore loser

•It’s still a lot of fun though, especially listening to all his “Oh come on”s and “What the hell?”s that he whispers under his breath

•You and Gojo tend to call each other the stupidest nicknames, like you call him “a moomin” because of his white hair or “eight eyes” because he’s got the six eyes and the glasses so it makes eight

•Even though you’re not a couple, Gojo is still pretty affectionate, he is a pretty touchy person after all

•Nothing inappropriate and not anything you’re uncomfortable with, he just likes to hug you every now and then, maybe pick you up and spin you around a bit if he’s really excited

•He’s also got a tendency to tousle your hair when he wants to annoy you or when he’s just happy to see you

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #geto suguru #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #geto x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #jjk headcanons #jujutsu kaisen hcs #jjk hcs #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #jjk fanfic

[cosmerelists]

Top 10 Ways Shallan & Adolin might ask Kaladin out

[Previously--Shallan/Kaladin, Kaladin/Adolin, Shallan/Jasnah]

Sanderson has said that Shallan & Adolin would probably both be up for adding Kaladin to their relationship. So let’s say that Shallan & Adolin talked it over and decided that they wanted to jointly date Kaladin. Let’s rank the ways they might approach asking Kaladin out!

#10: Write a very persuasive letter 

This one was Shallan’s idea!

Shallan: This worked when I needed to convince Jasnah to take me on as a ward!

Shallan: We can point out how well the three of us would get on, how happy we’d all be, etc, etc.

Shallan: Logic! And Romance!

Adolin: Shallan...my love...he can’t read.

Adolin: Who’s going to read him that letter??

Shallan: We could...have Renarin scrawl vaguely foreboding glyphs on the wall? About, uh, dating us?

Adolin: Let’s keep brainstorming!

#9: Put the idea in his head right before he leaves for Shinovar

After all, Kaladin often needs time to mull things over for an entire book before he can make a decision. So why not ask at a time when he’ll be guaranteed to have the time and space to decide for himself?

Kaladin: Hey, Szeth, do you think it’s possible to love multiple people at once and by loved by them in turn?

Kaladin: It just feels like that’s too much good, you know?

Kaladin: Things that are too good haven’t lasted in my life.

Kaladin: But maybe it will be different, this time?

Szeth: I hear nothing but screams when I close my eyes.

Kaladin: Does your, uh, sword have any ideas?

#8: Nonstop flirting

This is how Adolin got all of his relationships before Shallan. It’s kinda a solid standby for him. But would it work on Kaladin...?

Shallan: Nice boots. Love to see them on my floor.

Kaladin: D-Don’t steal my boots again!

Adolin: Hey Kaladin, maybe you’d like to use your power to stick me somewhere. Like the bed?

Kaladin: That’s really more Lopen’s thing, but he likes walls.

Kaladin: ...

Kaladin: Wait, are you guys flirting with me?

Adolin: Have been for months, thanks for noticing.

#7: Go through Syl

Perhaps they could try talking to Syl first, to get her on their side. A nice, friendly entity to subtly introduce the idea of a throuple to Kaladin.

Syl: So you know how I’m articulate, beautiful, and perfect, right?

Kaladin: Uh, sure, Syl.

Syl: Well *I* just learned something that will blow your mind! Did you know that you can date two people AT ONCE?!

Kaladin: I can barely date one person at a time.

Syl: Yes, but what if they were both WAY better at dating than you?

Syl: And what if you already liked them both?

Syl: And if they allied with me, proving that they are also super smart?

Shallan (quietly, from a distance): We asked her to be subtle, right?

Adolin: Wait, wait, I want to see where this is going!

#6: Let him overhear

Sometimes Kaladin has trouble processing new & unexpected ideas, like retiring from a job that has left him barely functional or the idea that his men might one day get married. So perhaps Shallan and Adolin could “accidentally” let him overhear their plans, allowing him to learn the information in a nonthreatening manner!

Shallan: I am so happy with you, Adolin. But I do wonder if our relationship could become even richer, if it could evolve in a way that only makes us both even happier.

Adolin (immediately forgetting his lines) Y-Yes! We SHOULD date Kaladin!

Shallan: ...

Shallan: Well I suppose that works.

#5: More subtly introduce him to the idea first 

Or perhaps even the "let him ‘accidentally’ overhear” plan would be too much for Kaladin’s nerves. Perhaps it would be even better to let Kaladin get used to the idea of throuples in general first, and THEN suggest the specifics. And maybe Bridge 4 could help!

Sigzil: You know, there are cultures in which romantic relationships involve three people rather than two.

Kaladin: Huh!

Sigzil: Interesting, right?

Kaladin: Yeah, I guess so.

Sigzil (quietly): Mission accomplished. 

Kaladin: What was that?

Sigzil: N-Nothing!

#4: Just go on dates with him until he figures it out

Kaladin is a man of action. Perhaps Shallan & Adolin can just keep asking him to join them for dinner until he figures it out.

Adolin: Hey, dinner with me and Shallan tonight? My treat!

Kaladin: A-Again?! Aren’t you two tired of me being the third wheel?

Shallan: You know, three wheels are actually way more stable than two.

Kaladin: Yeah, fine, but we’re talking about dating, not, like, carts or whatever.

Shallan: ...

Adolin: ...

Kaladin: So...aren’t you two tired of me interrupting your dates?

Adolin: We were so close!

Kaladin: What?

Adolin: What?

#3: Something Dramatic

As we know, Kaladin is a Dramatic Lad. So what better way to ask him out than to do so in the most dramatic fashion possible? 

Adolin: So first we get him to fly up in the air, right? And he’ll look down to see Gallant marching at the head of a column of fully armored soldiers who will move around to spell out the glyphs for “Romance” and “Love.”

Shallan: Yes! And that’s when the chorus of women will start to sing the love song I had commissioned!

Adolin: It can’t possibly fail!

Shallan: He’s kinda afraid of horses, though.

Adolin: Yeah, maybe we’ll leave Gallant at home.

#2: Wait for a near-death experience

After all, Kaladin bonded with Shallan (and developed a bit of a crush) when they were trapped in the caverns during a highstorm. He bonded with Adolin when the two of them barely survived a fight against four shardbearers. So perhaps near-death experiences are just the most romantic time!

Kaladin: OH STORMFATHER THE THUNDERCLASTS ARE CRUSHING EVERYTHING AND EVERYONE WE LOVE

Adolin: Soooo Kaladin, are you bisexual?

Shallan: And/or biromantic?

Kaladin: [screaming]

Shallan (muttering): I knew we should have gone with the ominous glyphs. 

#1: Just ask

Or, well, I suppose they could simply try asking him out directly. 

Adolin: You know, Kaladin, Shallan and I both love you deeply.

Shallan: Would you like to go out--with both of us?

Adolin: Like on a romantic, three-person date?

Shallan: Perhaps multiple times over the long-term until we all see if we like it?

Kaladin: ...

Kaladin: Well...I guess we could...try it?

Shallan & Adolin: [openly weeping and cheering]

Kaladin: ...Has this been weighing on you for a while, then?

#cosmerelists #cosmere #stormlight archive #Kaladin #Shallan #Adolin #Shakadolin

[sea-owl]

Ohhhh if you’re taking writing prompts how about enemy chefs to lovers Polin?

Before I get into this, let me clarify that I am of the belief that if they don't try to kill each other at least once, then it's not enemies to lovers. Now that that's out of the way, this gives me an idea. Also partly inspired by @thekatebridgerton post of the siblings being embodiments of the 7 (8) deadly sins.

Penelope grew up in a family where every generation, one child would be born to be eaten by the gluttonoust demon whose domain bordered her family's ancestral lands. Well technically they were raised to be the one who cooks for the demon but when it always ends with them being devoured instead it doesn't really matter does it?

Typically, this role should have been taken on by the second born, Penelope's older sister Philippa, but instead, Penelope's mother had convinced her father to make Penelope the sacrifice instead.

"You're smarter than your sisters," Portia had told her the night it was announced. "Clever. If any of you have a chance of killing the demon it is you Penelope."

From that point on, Penelope learned how to make different dishes from things like mince pies, biscuits, and her personal favorite eclairs. She knows how to prep all different kinds of meat from farm raised animals to game to fish. She knows which fruits are ripe and which still need time. Portia made sure Penelope knew how to use a knife and which plants mixed well for flavor and which would end a life if mixed together.

"Remember, Gluttony will always want to consume more," Portia would remind her daughter. "There is no such thing as never enough."

Finally, on the day of her 18th birthday, the day came where Penelope would present her first meal to the demon. She decided to go with a fish covered in a basil and lemon cream sauce. Some roasted potatoes and vegetables. A loaf of dark bread, wine, and mixed berry eclairs for dessert.

All that was left was to bring it to the forest and pray he eats it instead of her. Carefully, she packed everything into a basket. She had to be at there by sunrise after all.

"Pen wait!" Penelope's youngest sister, Felicity, called out. The eleven year old ran down the stairs with a package in her arms.

"Litty!" Penelope exclaimed. "What are you doing awake? The sun has yet to rise."

"I wanted to give you your birthday present," Felicity said, holding up the package.

Penelope set her stuff down and carefully opened the gift. Inside was a beautiful set of kitchen knives. Every single one sharp and ready for use. "Oh Litty."

Felicity hugged her sister. "The blacksmith promised me they are extra sharp. So maybe, maybe you can come home soon."

Penelope hugged her sister tighter. Even if she could get rid of the demon it wasn't guaranteed she live too.

"I'll try," Penelope promised.

That seemed to be good enough for the eleven year old as she gave Penelope one last hug before waving her off.

In the forest, where Penelope was to meet her new master sat a table directly over the border between her family's lands and the demons. It is where her relatives in the past have presented their first and often times last meal to the demon of Gluttony.

It is where Penelope sets up the meal as the first rays of light spill across the land behind her. It is also where Penelope sees her new master for the first time.

Gluttony honestly looks like any other man Penelope has seen, a rather handsome one, but still a man. Penelope would put him at around 6 feet with dark chestnut hair and green eyes. His beauty, though, screamed dangerous to Penelope. Like a poisonous snake whose pretty colors serve as a warning to the venom they carry.

Now that snake sat across from Penelope at the table.

"Ah are you my new mortal?" Gluttony asked.

Penelope bowed her head. "Penelope Featherington, my lord."

The demon picked up the fork Penelope placed and dug in. He let out a moan tasting the food. "Delicious, and thank you for not poisoning it like some of your other relatives."

Well that's one plan Penelope shouldn't rely on.

Gluttony bit into the eclair. "Are you not eating?"

Penelope shook her head. This had to be some sort of test, right? Gluttony doesn't share. "No, my lord, I know sharing food isn't something you do."

Gluttony's eyes lit up. "I don't share huh?"

Penelope found herself on her back, staring up into green eyes. A piece of the eclair was being pressed into her lips. The same piece that Gluttony held in his own lips.

What is he doing? Gluttony always wants more so what is he getting more of out of this?!

Penelope found herself frozen on the grass. She tries to command her hand to reach for anything that can help her. She can't breathe. She opens her mouth to take a deep breath, but that only entices Gluttony to push the eclair further in.

Penelope felt her hand brush against her basket. Somehow, she reaches inside and grabs the handle of one of Felicity's gifts. Her grip firmly secured Penelope plunges the knife into the demon's side.

Gluttony, still on top of Penelope looks down at his side.

Oh shit. Well, she's definitely getting eaten.

"Lord Gluttony I-"

Penelope is cut off by the demon's chuckle.

"Gluttony is my sister," the demon said, looking back down at Penelope. Without even flinching he pulled out the knife. "I'm Wrath."

Penelope's eyes widen. "But the food-"

The demon Wrath only smirked. "I'm a growing boy, and you mortals have such delicious food."

Colin grinned down at the little mortal underneath him. Oh, she had no idea of the courting ritual she just initiated by stabbing him. He's going to have fun playing with her.

#bridgerton #polin #the cook and the demon #colin bridgerton #penelope featherington

[sarcastic-kai]

Yandere! L headcannons

Forgive me for this but I’m down BAD for this man so this is entirely self indulgent

Type: headcannons

Genre: yandere 

Warnings: yandere themes and NSFW themes ahead! Read at your discretion.

L happened to meet you at some point somewhere. While you didn’t even notice him, your presence simply captivated him. He was hooked on you the moment he saw you. There was something about you that just… made his stomach flutter and his heartbeat fast. 

He eventually decides that he can’t let you disappear. After all, you’re a sort of challenge. Someone he’s never met before is making him feel something he’s never felt before— and he wants to know why.

L is the kind of yandere that watches you from afar for a while, trying to figure out what he feels towards you and how to handle his feelings.

Once he has accepted his attachment to you, there is no stopping him. Of course, he knows that the situation calls for caution and patience. Although that agonizes him, he would rather learn about you from the shadows than pounce on you and scare you away for good.

Once his plan is in place, L easily tracks you down within a day. He memorizes your place of residence, where you work, and What your day-to-day schedule is like.

He has cameras and wire taps placed in your house, allowing him to watch you from the privacy of his room. 

And does he ever take advantage of that. He watches with great interest as you shower, dress, undress, and do certain activities to… unwind. 

On those occasions, he sits still, eyes never leaving your form, only flicking from camera feed to camera feed when he wants to see another angle. It’s no secret he is aroused, yet he never pleasures himself. Instead, he only watches, adamant about not soothing the need in his abdomen until you are able to do it for him. 

In time, the detective gathers the courage to follow you around for a little bit, occasionally appearing at certain places you frequent, always exchanging a look of recognition if your eyes happen to meet.

Eventually, the time comes when he can no longer wait to have you. And while he would love to strike up a friendship and let it lead into something more, he knows that it’s just not within his capabilities. After all, if he brings you into his world, he must be sure you do not leave. For his safety, and yours. And how can he be sure your tongue doesn’t loosen about his identity unless he is able to watch you 24/7? In his eyes, there is no other way to guarantee both his safety and yours. After all, If someone were to discover who he was and who you are to him, they could easily use you as leverage against the great detective, and he just can’t allow that.

So he takes you. He breaks into your house and sits for hours, waiting for you to return. And when you do, he has his chloroform soaked rag in his hand. 

He keeps you in his headquarters, in his bedroom. You are not permitted to leave the room or the floor, and he has watari bring you your meals and anything else you request (within reason of course).

He hides you from the task force, which is actually relatively easy for him. His private quarters have security measures to keep other people out, and you inside.

For the next few weeks you’re all over the news, your disappearance shocking to the people of your region. After all, it looks as if you suddenly up and vanished. However, the media excitement doesn’t deter L from his goal of having you to himself. He knows that in time the media will forget about you and the world will carry on as usual. 

At night, when he isn’t up working, he spends time with you. He talks to you—even if you don’t talk back.

If you ask him why he’s doing this to you, his only response is, “I saw no other logical way. In time you’ll come to see that.”

He provides you with anything and everything you could possibly want, slowly conditioning you to see him as less of a captor and more of a… provider. 

And although you hate to admit it, the handsome insomniac has grown in you in the three months you’d been confined. 

He respects your space, giving you your own room on his floor in which to stay. However, in exchange for the room you have to wear a metal bracelet specifically designed to monitor your whereabouts and your health and activities.

L does everything he can think of to whittle down your thoughts of escaping. He wants you to want him back, after all. 

So he respects your space, engages in casual conversation, and doesn’t harm you in any way. 

And when your whines for your family and friends get to his head, he reminds himself—and you— that this is what is best for the both of you. 

L knows it’s entirely selfish, but he doesn’t care. After all, he reasons, as long as he doesn’t hurt you what’s the harm of keeping you safe and fed and loved? That’s all you need, isn’t it? 

#kai writes #L lawliet #L #yandere #yandere L #yandere L lawliet #Death note #death note headcannons #L lawliet headcannons #Yandere smut #yandere headcannons #yandere death note

[lev1hei1chou]

Fun fluffy animes that I loved

This is basically a list of animes that helps get over or deal with the trauma inflicted by various animes. At the moment, I guess fellow JJK fans might need this, and prolly AOT fans on November 5. Have fun watching

Haikyuu

Short Synopsis: Determined to be like the volleyball championship's star player nicknamed "the small giant", Shoyo joins his school's volleyball club.

Episodes: 85 + 5 OVA

The worst thing that can possibly happen is either the 3rd year students graduating or you being unable to support a specific team (nah cuz bro how do you pick and root for one? I end up being happy for the team that won and depressed for the team that lost)

Two movies are coming up soon

Highschool Babysitters

Synopsis: After the sudden death of their parents on a plane crash, two young brothers named Ryūichi Kashima (a freshman in high school) and his younger brother Kotarō (a preschooler) are left orphaned and having no place to call home. The chairwoman of the prestigious Morinomiya Academy offers to take the boys into her care, giving them a new house and free tuition, on the condition that Ryuichi helps out with the school's daycare center while also attending normal classes during school hours.

Episodes: 12 + 1 OVA

Note: Plane crash seems sad but trust me, its only mentioned in the first episode, and the rest 11 is just fluffy goodness. Nothing can prepare you for the cuteness.

Cells At Work

Synopsis: One newcomer red blood cell just wants to do her job. Between bacteria incursions and meeting a certain white blood cell, she's got a lot to learn.

Episodes: 31 + 7

A good mix of science and entertainment. The episodes dont have to be watched in any specific order.

Mr. Osomatsu

Synopsis: The everyday lives of identical sextuplets who cause mischief.

Episodes: 75 + special eps + movies

Has a good amount of 18+ jokes, but its not too overwhelming. It doesnt necessarily follow a plot, and each episode is usually two different stories combined. So, skipping episodes should be fine. Also, it features very popular voice actors for the sextuplets (Geto's VA, Gojo's VA, Levi's VA, Koro sensei's VA, Erwin's VA and Haku/ Sugawara's VA), Iyami (Obanai Iguro's VA), Totoko (Shoko's VA)

The Vampire Dies in No Time

Synopsis: The story follows the famed vampire hunter, Ronaldo, who receives a job to destroy the supposedly invincible vampire lord Draluc and rescue a human boy he allegedly kidnapped.

Episodes: 24

Note: Its a hit or miss, the running gag is used constantly and gets tiring at times, but the overall anime is a good watch. I personally loved John the Armadillo

Buddy Daddies

Synopsis: Assassins Kazuki Kurusu and Rei Suwa meet Miri, a girl looking for her father on Christmas Day. Kazuki, Rei, and Miri unexpectedly end up living together.

Episodes: 12

May get dark at times, so I wont guarantee that itll be a smooth sail, but we get a wholesome conclusion so you can count on that! Otherwise VERY fluffy

Blue Lock

Synopsis: High school soccer players from across Japan gather for a controversial project designed to create the best and most egoistic striker in the world.

Episodes: 24

Isnt exactly true football, but yeah. The anime is pretty fine. It doesnt exactly go under the fluffy anime like i mentioned in the title, but you can check it out if you want.

Free!!

Synopsis: The story is centered on high school student Haruka Nanase, a gifted swimmer. After encountering his childhood rival, Rin Matsuoka from Samezuka Academy, he and his friends revitalize Iwatobi High School's swim team.

Episodes: 37 + specials and movies

This anime to me, personally is what haikyuu is. A great comfort anime which knows how to make the viewer connect with the characters. I dislike it when the whole anime gets reduced to just fanservice, like guys lets look beyond that and actually enjoy the plot.

Life Lessons With Uramichi Oniisan

Synopsis: From smoking and exercising to nihilistic outbursts, everyone's big brother Uramichi always brings up the not-so-moral side to his life lessons

Episodes: 13

This one is very real and relatable in many levels. Theres a lot of screenshots and panels available online, so you can check a few out before watching!

Obey Me

Synopsis: Brothers Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, and Belphegor are among the most powerful demons in the Devildom, serving as officers on the student council at the Royal Academy of Diavolo (RAD). However, being avatars of the seven deadly sins, their behaviors often tend toward the extreme. Their everyday antics belie their high status and fearsome reputations among others of their kind. When viewed behind the scenes, the members of this family are more lovable—and laughable—than they first seem!

Episodes: 24 + 1

It's based on a popular otome game, and can be watched as it is even if you havent played the game. The basic idea is that theyre based on the 7 sins, so their personalities are really amusing. As for the plot, its pretty wholesome.

Play It Cool Guys

Synopsis: Despite their distinctive personalities, Souma Shiki, Hayate Ichikura, Shun Futami, and Takayuki Mima all have one thing in common: though naturally clumsy, the four disguise their embarrassment from tiny slip-ups by maintaining a composed demeanor. However, it is actually the guys' airheaded natures that makes the girls' hearts throb. No matter what happens in their daily lives, the boys do their best not to lose their cool!

Episodes: 24

Each episode is barely 10-13 minutes, so it just doesnt feel enough lol. Most of their slip ups are relatable and could get a chuckle from the viewer. The art style is a little different but its good. Definitely worth watching, once or even multiple times.

Tanaka Kun is Always Listless

Synopsis: For high school student Tanaka, the act of being listless is a way of life. Known for his inattentiveness and ability to fall asleep anywhere, Tanaka prays that each day will be as uneventful as the last, seeking to preserve his lazy lifestyle however he can by avoiding situations that require him to exert himself. Along with his dependable friend Oota who helps him with tasks he is unable to accomplish, the lethargic teenager constantly deals with events that prevent him from experiencing the quiet and peaceful days he longs for.

Episodes: 13 + specials

Not gonna lie, Ive wanted to act like Tanaka. The characters are lovable and the anime is worth giving a try. An underrated gem. I personally loved the school festival episode.

@satoruukisser hope this helps!

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