#mallory & donnie

[missbeautyandherbeast]

Ways to My Heart

Donatello X Reader

Summary: Request: Originally based on “Ways to Break My Heart” by Ed Sheeran but it got healthier

A/n: Apparently I appear every Christmas and rewrite an old prompt. And now that I'm older and healthier, it's kinda fun. And y'all were right, we're not about to be a rebound. So, for my dear @witchancunin, I hope you don't mind that it's been four years.

Autumn was settling in. With the wave after wave of rain that we had, there were little colors to the dying trees. Some scientific reason about fungi and decay. Donnie had explained it, but I barely payed attention. 

Not that I wasn’t paying attention to him: I was too focused. We were working on a new lego set and I had one to many to drink to pit the small plastic pieces together so he took over and his fingers though larger than mine, were so nimble and they pursued the legos with ease as he assembled a BD-1 droid: my present to him after we finished The Fallen Order together. 

The thought of us playing made me smile. I played through most of the game, getting my Star Wars fix, but when it became too difficult, I’d get so frustrated and Donnie would laugh and take the controller from me and defeat whatever stood in my way. I loved and hated him for it. 

But that didn’t change the fact that New York was wet and colorless.

I took the hidden alley, now slick with today’s chilled rain, and followed the path down to his home and the warmth it offered. And when winter came and I missed the heat of my hometown—which was safe and sound in the middle of Georgia—four brothers did their best to keep me temperate: Mikey was all hugs; Raphael actually knitted me a sweater last winter (yes it was purple, no I don’t want to talk about it); Leo let me invade his space now and again if he was meditating; and Donnie… well there was no place warmer than his lab. Between the tech and the constant blush he knew how to get on my face and down my neck… it was where I spent most of my time. 

“Still no color,” I sighed, shrugging off my coat and hanging it in my usual spot by his door. 

“I told you there wouldn’t bet be,” His eyes flashed to mine before returning to his project. 

“A girl can dream,” A smile touched my lips as I wandered over to see what he was working on. 

In front of him was a circuit board and he was soldering wires to the metal with such precision. I left him to it, having no idea the plans in his head of creation, and I found my book on one of his other work stations. Picking it up, I resumed reading—a romance novel I let myself indulge in now and again when I was over stressed. This one was about chess and it was set in Jersey, which I found hysterical. 

I must have made a sound, or a face, or some sort of tell because I heard his voice pulling me from the fictional world. 

“What did Nolan do now?” Donnie asked, pushing back from his desk and over to where I was curled up. 

“Not Nolan,” the story’s main guy. “It’s Oz. He’s definitely telling off Mallory right now,” 

“Oooo what did she do?” I had his full attention. And it wasn’t the first time. He insisted that every time I read a book I tell him about it, despite the many insistings that he read them himself. 

“I like your perspective,” He told me once. “Books are dull, dry, but you bring them alive,” 

So, I launched into the tale, weaving the complexities of the plot with my words and gestures, the poor book being waved around. And all the while his eyes stayed on mine, and he gave the softest smile that belonged to only me. 

He always kept me warm. 

When it go late enough, and we had joined his family in having pizza and watching tv (we were currently going through the newer She-Ra on Netflix), I had to trek back out into the cold. 

“Let me take you home,” Donnie piped up, seeing me get my coat and boots. 

“I’m a big girl, I can handle it,” I rolled my eyes. 

“I know,” He said with such certainty. “Let me do it anyway.” There was that warmth again. 

“Okay,” 

Raph gave me a knowing look but I ignored him. 

And like greeting an old friend, we had our routine. Donnie would stay, and we’d curl up on my couch and watch old reruns of Doctor Who until we were both asleep in the comfort of my apartment. 

And it was warm. 

……………………………….

Then April came. 

And God it was so nice to have a friend who was in on the secret. We explored New York together, had movie nights, and so many girl talks that may have involved some alcohol. 

But it meant I had to watch Donnie fall head over heels for her—from my usual spot in his lab, as he showed her all of his projects, chattering happily. 

I told myself it didn’t bother me. And it didn’t. 

Sorta. 

Maybe? 

Shut up. 

Hiding it from Donnie was easy. Hiding it from the rest of his family? Not so much. 

“You okay kid?” Raph asked, standing beside me as Donnie explained the entire Shell-Razer to April. 

“Why wouldn’t I be?” My voice was low. 

“Because my brother’s an ass,” 

I laughed humorlessly. “We weren’t together Raph.” A shrug fell from my shoulders as I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to fight off the lingering chill. “It’s fine. I’m—fine.” 

It was a few weeks later that I came to the lair; always having an excuse to not accompany April. I could see it in her eyes that she knew something was up, but she didn’t call me out on it—yet. 

“Miss Y/n,” Splinter stopped me as I entered. 

“Master Splinter,” I gave a small head nod. 

“Let’s talk child,” His words caught me off guard. 

“Um. Okay,” I followed him to the meditation room that was lit softly with sparse candles. 

“You have not been coming around as often.” It was a statement. Not a question. 

“Yeah,” I knew no excuse would work on the old master, and the father of four boys. 

“Is everything alright?” He rose an eyebrow and I gave a feeble lie: 

“Yeah,” 

He nodded. “Let’s try that again. Everything is not alright.” 

Tears glossed my vision and the familiar pain flooded my chest like ice. I tilted my chin back, holding my head high. 

“Master, there’s nothing I can do.” I opened my mouth to continue trying to find the courage. “I care deeply for him,” My eyes trained on a candle flame. “But I never told him and… that’s my consequence to live with,” 

“I see,” His wise voice held so much understanding that it washed over me. “And because of that choice, you do not come around as often?” 

“It hurts less,” That was the simple fact. “I don’t have to watch him…” 

“Chase after April?” Splinter filled in knowing. 

“Yeah.” 

He nodded. “Perhaps you and April should talk,” 

“Look, I don’t—“ 

“Y/n,” He cut me off and I pursed my lips. “April is your best friend, and I have a feeling she wants to help you,” 

“I know,” He was right, and maybe hearing git gave me the courage to say something after all. A smile touched my lips. “Thanks Sensei.” 

“I care about my family,” He said. “And that includes my daughters,” 

Tears stung my eyes again as he gave me a hug. 

“Thank you,” 

“Of course, child,” 

……………………………………….

April and I did sit down and talk. More of she called me out on moping and avoiding the subject. So, we sat on our fire escape and talked. About everything. 

She knew when she first got there that there was something going on between Donnie and me. And though she loved the brothers, she didn’t like Donnie that way. She also knew that was the reason I was avoiding going to the lair. 

“I’m sorry,” She said. 

“For what?” I almost laughed. 

“Because, before I came, there would have been no doubt that you and Donnie would be together by now,” 

“Hey I wouldn’t trade you for anything,” I smiled. “And if… if Donnie wants to be… whatever the heck this is, I can handle it.” 

“But you shouldn’t have to,” April said. “I want you to be happy Y/n. And I want you back at the lair. I… I just want you to have your life back,” 

“It wouldn’t be as fun without you.” 

“I know,” She laughed. “But I am going to talk to Donnie,” She must have seen the horror on my face. “Not about you! God no! But I’m gonna tell him that I don’t feel that way about him, and hopefully he gets the message,” 

I nodded. “Thanks April,” 

When April had told me that Donnie took their talk semi-well, I still gave it a few weeks before I headed to the lair, not wanting to have to pick up the aftermath of his shattered fantasy. 

With end of Spring, I had my family back. 

There was a cool distance between Donnie and I that was slowly thawing until I was back in his lab reading and he was fidgeting with his tools. It took another week for him to ask me about my book. And another week for him to take me home. And a few more days for his smile to be back. And a couple more for mine to stay. I wrestled with what had happened in the winter and spring, trying to look for the other shoe to drop. 

But when the six of us played a board game, or watched movies or even had dinner, all that was felt was camaraderie. Donnie didn’t notice April anymore and he backed down. Raph kept a careful eye just like I did. When he caught my stare, Raph rose an eyebrow at me, glancing to Donnie. I shrugged and smiled. 

I didn’t know. 

And I think that was okay. 

I think I was okay.

With summer, meant my birthday. June 14th. The boys and April insisted on throwing a big party for me in the lair with cake and presents and music and dancing. I hadn’t laughed so much in months. 

Donnie offered to walk me home, like always. Like old times. Like now. 

We were standing on my roof, all I had to do was climb down the fire escape to the apartment April and I shared. 

“Happy birthday,” His smile was back, and God I had missed it. All of the careful walls I had built around myself came crashing down at the simple gesture. 

“Thanks Donnie,” 

And in the starlight of the roof, alone with the city alive beneath us, he leaned in and his lips were on mine. A stolen kiss that had me wrecked. 

Donnie pulled away, wonder in my eyes, and confusion in his. 

“I—I’m sorry,” He stammered out, his brows pulling together. 

“It’s… it’s okay,” I managed a smile. 

“I’m sorry,” he said again, backing away. “That… I didn’t mean—it was a mistake,” He choked out. 

My body jerked back with the rejection that crashed over it. 

“What?” My voice was as cold as ice. 

“I—I don’t know why I did that.”

“Oh, okay,” I managed.

He was gone like a shadow in the night and I stood there frozen. 

…………………………………

I must have been up there for too long, because April came up to find me. 

“Hey are you okay?” Her voice was concerned. 

“Um,” Was all I could manage. 

“What happened? Donnie came back and he’s not talking. He’s barricaded himself in his lab.” 

“Um.” I said again. “He… he kissed me.” 

“Oh my God that’s amazing!” April celebrated, but paused when she saw the dread in my eyes. “Then what happened?” 

“He. Um. Said it was a mistake.” I choked out. 

“I—I’m—I’m actually going to kill him,” April said. “He said that? To you!? After kissing you!?” She was outraged, and maybe I should have been too, but it was like my entire body had gone into a comatose. She took my hands into hers. I met her eyes. Tears finally thawed and started to fall. 

“Oh, honey come here,” She pulled me into a hug and I started crying. Every tear I had denied finally rushed forward, and soon I was sobbing on that roof. 

“Did I do something wrong?” I asked her, miserable. We had made it back to the flat, and we were curled up on my bed. 

“No, honey, you didn’t.” April soothed, petting my hair. 

The next morning he was standing in my living room. The two of us. Standing like we had not twenty four hours ago. But the morning was different. Now I couldn’t bare to be near him. It was only because April said I should at least get closure this time that I was even out here.

I stared at him, my lips pursed, waiting for him to say something. 

“I’m sorry,” He blurted out. “That—what I said, it wasn’t what I meant.” He started pacing anxiously. “Look, I know that I hurt you with that whole April thing, and I haven’t apologized for that and I really should and I want to!” His words began tumbling together in his nervousness. “And I wanted to do that before I ever did anything else, and God definitely before kissing you, but you were there so close on that roof and you were just beautiful, and I—I’m so sorry,” 

I blinked. My face when through a series of expressions before settling on shocked confusion. 

“I know!” Donnie insisted. “God, I know and I’m so sorry Y/n. Especially for not explaining last night. But I was panicking and—“ He took a deep breath. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry for chasing after April like I did. I genuinely thought that you’d never want me like that. And that was a dick thing for me to do. And I’m sorry for hurting you for so long.” He smiled a bit. “And I’m sorry for crossing your boundaries last night. And for not sticking around and explaining. Also a dick move on my part. So… yeah,” He nodded, not daring to meet my eyes. 

“Um. Okay,” I managed. “Uh… wow.” 

“I know it’s a lot. I’m sorry,” He said. 

“You can stop apologizing Donnie,” I gave a small laugh. “That’s um… alright. Thanks? I think?” 

“Are you mad?” His eyes met mine. “I don’t know…” I confessed. “Um I think I need a minute. Or two,” 

“Right! Yeah! Of course! Take as much time as you need!” He said backing away. “Um—I’m gonna go and give you space, but you can come over or call or anything anytime—we are still having game night tonight, so if you want to come—not that you have to!” He was an anxious mess again. 

I placed my hand on his arm to stop him. “Thank you,” I smiled pointedly. 

“Right, um… I’ll just be off then,” He nodded, backing away. “Bye.” 

“Bye?” I laughed. And like that he was gone again. “Hey April?” I called, knowing she heard all of that. 

She emerged from her room. 

“You heard all of that right?” I clarified. 

“Every word,” She was grinning. 

“Why does it all feel so weird?” I asked. “Like really weird.”

“Because that my dear,” April said. “Was emotional maturity.” 

“Is that what that looks like?” 

“For the most part,” April nodded. “So, what are you feeling?”  

“That, it all makes sense? And I want to believe him? And that its still really weird,” 

“All fair feelings,” April said. 

The hours ticked by until game night at the lair. April and I had gone back and forth about going or not. And when it came time to it… I was putting on my sneakers and grabbing my bag. 

I walked into the lair and I felt every stare on me. I was only looking for one gaze though. 

“Hey,” He said, getting up, looking genuinely surprised that I was there. 

“Hey.” I smiled. “Can we talk?” 

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[maybankiara]

PHONE SWAP (DREW STARKEY)

24: WHEREVER YOU GO NEXT

summary: Addie Mallory is just your average economics student when she meets Drew Starkey at her local Target in Atlanta. This is where the story is supposed to end – a short meeting and a picture to go – except Drew accidentally leaves with the wrong phone, and the story begins, instead. w/c: 3.5k a/n: the mallory family holds a christmas eve dinner. this one is also perfectly timed with the holiday season which i'm buzzing about!! (might be a few typos - i apologise in advance) read on wattpad previous part | series masterlist

When her phone buzzes, it’s Drew’s name flashing on the screen, alongside a photo attachment. Addie chuckles to herself—it could be literally anything—and goes back to writing the email for Wes and Raiden, attaching the files Holden had her look over. By the time she’s finished, Drew's sent about a dozen more messages. 

  Addie opens them to be met with a blond toddler, grinning at the camera while sitting on a tractor big enough to make him seem like an ant. He’s got Drew’s excited grin: slightly lopsided and a little mischievous. It’s a cute photo, and Addie would’ve told him so, if she didn’t have another two dozen photos to look through. They’re all of Drew, from a toddler to a teenager, sometimes with other kids or family members. He accompanies each with context (‘I was sixteen and my parents knew I’d drink in high school so they got me drunk home first and I didn’t know they took photos until this morning') and Addie finds herself laughing as she keeps going. 

  It’s cute. It’s funny. It’s weird, too, because Addie realises she’s struggling to accept that this little boy sitting in a tractor is Drew. She always just kind of pictured him at his current age, and anything else felt surreal. 

  So that’s what she texts him: ‘I know this is proof you were a kid once but I still don’t believe it’

  Her dad knocks on her door a few moments later, leaning on the doorframe with his head tilted and a playful smile on his lips, even if his hands are crossed on his chest. ‘Don’t you think you should put work aside for a little while?’

  ‘Can’t do that,’ Addie says, spinning around in her chair to face him. ‘Grubson Law will fall apart if I do that.’

  ‘Right.’

  ‘Yeah. I’m pretty important there.’

  ‘Well, I’m not surprised. You’re pretty important everywhere.’ Zion winks at her. ‘Especially downstairs, because Donnie wants you to know that your checkers throne is, um, quaking.’

  Addie chuckles. ‘Has he been practising?’

  ‘Well, Addison… I think today might be the day.’

  The image of Donnie getting the whole family into helping him practise for beating her one day is endearing to say the least. She’s known about this for a while – Liyah has sent her photos of Fun Fridays that now include checkers as a staple. Checkers with Donnie have always been one of Addie’s favourite perks of visiting her family.

  Addie smiles. ‘I’m looking forward to it.’

  As her father leans against the doorframe with his arms on his chest, Addie finds the resmblance to Dwayne Johnson again. He’s bigger than she’s last seen him and brighter, like there’s a spring to his step, even just standing like this. 

  ‘You’re looking better, Dad,’ she says. ‘Gym and the new job look good on you.’

  ‘Thanks, Chione.’

  Addie sighs at her father’s insistence to use her middle name instead of her first, but there’s no bite to it. The phone buzzes and she throws a glance—it’s Drew—before putting it in her pocket. She’s ready to go, but Zion is still standing there, looking around the room with fondness in his eyes. 

  ‘You know,’ he says, ‘even though it’s been years since this was really your room, whenever I walk past it, some part of me still expects to see you hunched over your desk, studying.’

  ‘Really? That was ages ago.’

  He shrugs. ‘It’s just not the same without you.’

  ‘Dad,’ she whispers, and then she’s hugging him like she’s six again, terrified of going to school for the first time, with only her dad’s arms to hold her. ‘You’re going to make me cry.’

  ‘Now that’d be a feat.’ 

  ‘I’m not joking.’

  Zion chuckles, regardless, and kisses the top of her head. ‘I look at you and I see a woman that I will be proud of for the rest of my life.’

  Addie feels herself tremble. Zion squeezes her harder, plants another kiss, and then he’s patting her back and letting go. 

  ‘C’mon. You need to defend your throne from Donnie.’

  ‘I’ll be right down.’

  The door closes and she’s alone again, her chest heavy with the emotions swirling around it. She takes a moment to compose herself and drinks some of her water, waiting to go down until her eyes don’t feel like they could betray her. Her phone buzzes with another text from Drew and she shoots a quick response, promising to send some photos of her own later.

  Addie makes her way downstairs and tries to remember her best checkers strategies, to remember Donnie’s, to figure out how to beat him before the game’s even begun.

  She doesn’t, though. It’s the best day of her brother’s life.  

◇

Christmas Eve dinner is the tradition of the Mallory family and as such, is held every year at precisely seven o'clock, with the same roast chicken being served, the same homemade gravy and Liyah’s same precisely cut roast potatoes, amongst other constant elements. The latter is a recent addition – Liyah was twelve when she decided that she had inherited the Mallory chef gene, and started delighting the entire family and beyond with her ability which at this point, in Addie’s opinion, rivals Marianne’s.

  Before the dinner, there is usually a speech. It’s similar to Thanksgiving, except they don’t go around the circle and say what they’re thankful for – instead, they speak of the good and the bad alike, and anything else worth for the entire family to hear. It’s one of the traditions Addie knows she’ll bring into her own family someday. 

  It’s the sight of all the people who make up her home at a table, holding hands while they wait for the dinner to begin, that makes her wonder if she’s ever truly appreciated the cards she’d been dealt.

  Zion clears his throat, rising to his feet. ‘I believe it’s time for me to say a few words.’

  Addie looks at her mother, only to find her eyes shining for her husband, with the gentlest of the smiles in the corner of her mouth.

  Imani has always been the one with the knack for creating an atmosphere. From the soft jazz playing from her vinyl collection in the living room to the candles scattered around the dining room, replacing the main light for the main event. Even the evergreen-ivory theme of the table extends to the rest of the room, giving it a sense of home that grounds Addie. 

  She thinks back to the first Christmas Eve dinner she can recall, when she was five and an only kid. They lived in an apartment in the centre of Denver where the dining room was also the kitchen and the living room, and there was a small roast chicken and a candle or two, with her father’s potato wedges the only food other than the chicken. It was modest and it was the most magical thing Addie had ever seen at the time. 

  Looking over her family now, even with Donnie’s eyes very clearly hungry for those Liyah’s wedges, Christmas Eve still feels like magic. 

  Zion clinks a fork against his glass. ‘When you get to my age, you realise that everything you’ve ever done is so that your children wouldn’t have to go through the same things.’ His voice is kind and his eyes go from one child to another. ‘Every hardship your mum and I faced has been so we could be sitting at this table today, all five of us. I look at you and I see everything I’ve ever wanted in life.’

  Every Christmas Eve, when Zion Mallory holds the speech, the house itself takes a breath, and the world slows to a halt. There is little remarkable about the man, Addie would have to admit, but that’s what she appreciates the most – even in moments like these, he is never trying to be anyone other than himself.

  Her dad.

  ‘Everybody thinks they’ve got the best family,’ he says, ‘but I know I do.’

  Liyah groans. Addie only hears because she’s sitting right next to her, and she gives her a light kick on the shin – she used to feel the same about Zion’s grand speeches, until she moved away and started hearing less and less of them.

  Liyah will appreciate it more, one day.

  ‘We’ve been through a lot to get our family here today,’ continues Zion. He gripts the back of Imani’s chair, and his wife rests her hand on his. ‘We’ve gone through many jobs, many houses, many of everything to finally own this place. To be able to sit here and call this our home. For the three of you to have grown up here.’

  ‘Donnie hasn’t,’ Liyah says. ‘He’s still five.’

  The boy in question puts. ‘Twelve.’

  ‘Same difference.’

  Zion looks at them from underneath his brow, head tilted, menacing even if there’s a smile on his face. ‘Aaliyah. Adonis.’

  The two apologise and Addie meets her mother’s eyes, both of them laughing quietly at the situation. There’s a running bet around the household to see who will manage to draw Zion out of his speech mood, yet for ten Christmas Eve dinners, no one has succeeded.

  Not even today.

  Addie listens to the speech with gleam in her eyes. If someone were to look at her from the outside, they’d see the love pouring out of her – she’s always been a daddy’s girl. She’s seen him hit rock bottom and build himself back up while raising three children and raising them well, and if he can do that, then she can get do anything, too.

  She herself reeling in her father’s words and their delivery – in another life, he would’ve been a preacher. He would’ve been the one voice to manage to make the world a better place. 

  There’s always been something about Christmas that makes her want to take life by the reins again, to do the things she’s afraid of doing. She looks at her siblings and her mother and wonders if they feel the same.

  She’s convinced they do.

  She watches as Donnie grew three times in size when their father talks about his success in grade school. Donnie’s ADHD doesn’t come up but it’s in the back of everyone’s minds as he’s reminded of being the top of his class, of his fight against the odds, and of the fact that him keeping up with Liyah and Addie’s successes means he’s no less but more determined and adaptable than they were, because he has to be.

  Donnie doesn’t say a word but he’s smiling, and Addie feels pride swelling in her chest. She’s missed out on so much of her little brother’s life and moments like these just remind her of it.

  Zion spoke about her sister, too, even though she groaned and sighed her way through it. Addie knows that she’ll learn to appreciate it more someday, because she used to be all the same. Addie was just the first – Liyah is the one with a chance at Yale and Harvard and MIT, and Addie gives her a little squeeze on the shoulder. She won the state archery competition, too, which Donnie is most impressed by, and she even got promoted to Assistant Manager at their local pizza place.

  Her siblings are growing up. Moving up in the world. And she’s given up seeing them do that – for what? For a carrer she’s unsure of? For a love that—

  Zion calls her name, shaking the thoughts out of her head. ‘As I said before, I am beyond proud of the woman you’ve become. I see nothing but big thing in store for you. Whatever you decide to do after your internship ends, after you get your degree – whatever you choose for your career, wherever you go next, you are going to make the world a better place for everyone in it.’

  Addie doesn’t even have the strength to say a thank you, just mouths it instead. 

  He moves on to her mother before Addie has had the time to process his words and most of what he says next goes past her head, but she catches the love pouring from his voice. She hears the pride for Imani’s long shifts at the hospital, and the hand on his starts to shake until Imani ends his speech by pulling him in for a kiss. 

  ‘We're proud of you too, my love,’ says Imani as they sit down, hand in hand as her thumb strokes the back of his palm. ‘You are what holds this family together.’

  Zion opens his mouth and Addie knows it’s to protest, except Liyah is faster. ‘You’ve always got our backs. And the reason why we keep fighting is because you’ve never stopped, and you show us that it pays off. You always push us to be the best versions of ourselves.’

  There’s a moment of silence where Zion’s tiny smile is frozen except for the corner of his lips, where it’s twitching a little. ‘Liyah,’ he calls, extending the pause. ‘Your softie is showing.’

  Donnie starts to cackle and Liyah throws her napkin at Zion, who keeps on teasing her. Addie wants to participate but all she can do is watch her family and just be thankful for the life she’s got, for the way she’s been brought up. Sometimes just existing alongside the people you love is enough.

  When the playfulness ceases, the Mallory dinner commences. Addie thinks this Christmas just might top the first one.

◇

By the time Addie is finished wrapping up her presents, it’s nearly two o'clock in the morning. She knows it’ll be a pain when Donnie gets them all up before eight, but it’s nentirely on her. Hanging out with her family on a Christmas Eve until much later than any of them anticipated was worth it, though.

  Now, Addie is in a tank top and pyjama bottoms, and she’s thankful that her fuzzy slippers don’t make noise on the floorboards as she walks down the steps. If Liyah catches her being bad at sneaking again, she’ll never let her live it down. 

  She's good, though – she gets to the Christmas tree without anyone knowing. There’s five gifts she slips under the ones already there, her maroon merging with the family’s traditional ivory- and evergreen-coloured, chess board-patterned wrapping paper. Her family went for ivory-coloured Christmas tree decorations this year, and the entire interior of the house is adorned in bits and pieces of ivory and green. Addie likes it. It’s a little bit tacky, a little over-the-top, but her mother knows how to make a place feel like home. 

  There’s warmth coming from behind her, a little to the right, and she’s half-surprised to see a lit fireplace in the middle of the living room wall. She comes closer and the heat blows into her face, raising some stray baby hairs, and she stares into the open flame until her eyes feel all dried out, and she’s forced to move away and keep her eyes closed for a little while. 

  When she opens them again, she rests her back on the bottom of the couch, enjoying the heat travelling through the floor, pecking at her bare feet. There’s always been a fireplace in this house, but it hadn’t been working for a long time when they moved in, and Addie kind of made peace with it being a decoration rather than a functional way of heating the place. She always liked sitting here when she was younger and couldn’t sleep – there was something grand about trying to picture what a fire would look like there, how it would feel. 

  Addie doesn’t think she ever pictured it this good. With the Christmas tree and presents underneath it, decorations scattered all over the place, and the finally lit fireplace, it looks like anything one could ever hope for in life. Or at least, in Addie’s case. 

  Her palm is lying open on the floor, and she puts it to her face; it’s warm and soft. Her mum would yell at her for doing this, because the floor is dirty, but Addie doesn’t quite care. There's a feeling within her chest that is at peace here – she thinks she could sit like this forever. 

  Some time passes, and Addie’s dazed train of thought takes her to memories, to photos, and the albums she knows her parents keep in the corner of the room. It’s an effort to go and get them, but she does, picking the one labelled 1994 first, and then grabs a couple more from the years that followed. She goes back to her little spot in front of the couch, gets comfortable with a pillow underneath her butt, and begins looking through the album. She hasn’t done this in a while. 

  There's a sense of comfort Addie gets from looking at pictures of her parents from when they were just a little bit older than her, perfectly in love, ready to take on the world together. She has a lot of her mother’s features but her father’s smile, and she’s glad there’s a lot of pictures of him smiling. Pictures of pregnant Imani are gorgeous, and Addie makes a note of telling her that in the morning. Even in the first picture taken after Addie’s birth, with the little baby wrapped up in a towel and pressed to her mother’s chest, Imani looks beautiful in a way that every mother does. 

  It’s not like Addie has baby fever, but she likes to think that someday, she’ll have kids of her own. She hopes that she gets the chance to be as good of a mother as Imani has been to her. 

  Little Addie in the pictures grows fast, and she’s doing everything a toddler shouldn’t. She made fun of Drew's photo of him on a tractor, but there’s photos of Addie on her uncle’s jet-ski, on the fence, even some of her with bloodied knees and a gash on her chin as she waves gleefully from the highest branch of a tree in their backyard, at barely three.  She was a happy kid, and her parents always supported her wild and reckless endeavours. Later, when school came into the picture, she had a little less freedom, and the grazed knees became bruises from bumping into surfaces while waiting tables. 

  She takes a few pictures of the photos, turning the album so the fire would lighten them up enough to be visible on her phone camera. She sends them to Drew, with a few funny captions like his own had been, and sends some of the more embarrassing ones (like Addie crying because Zion smudged some of her fourth birthday cake on her face) to Marianne. 

  Her finger hovers over Holden’s name for a while. She thinks about sending him some of the ones she’d sent to the other two, but doesn’t quite know if...

  Well. She sighs to herself, leaning the back of her head on the couch – she’s not sure what’s keeping her from sending the photos. Her fingers play with the corners of the page she’s on, twirling them around as she tries to come up with a logical explanation. 

  (Logic doesn’t always work. Marianne’s voice is in her head, and it’s telling her about the highs and lows of being with Tom, and Addie feels like her mind is telling her something that she can’t quite grasp. There is a clear sense of discomfort in her thoughts, in the idea of Holden being a part of this greater picture of Addie’s life, and it leaves a bad taste.)

  Addie’s heart is a little heavy, now. She knows she’s tired and overthinking and her feet are starting to be a little too warm, but there’s been a funny feeling nagging at her for a while now. Being home is like a fairy tale – she’s thinking about family, about history, about love she has for people in her life, and about what she wants her life to be like someday, and... she isn’t really thinking about Holden. Not in the way where she feels like he fits into these little pieces.

  Drew messages her back before her thoughts get anywhere further, though. It’s mostly him making fun of her in return, but he also wishes her Merry Christmas, and Addie realises she’s kind of already forgotten it's past midnight, so she writes a half-apologetic Christmas wish to him. It’s easy, talking to him, teasing him about the fact that he’s awake so late on Christmas of all days, and getting teased right back. As it turns out, both of them are up because they left the gift wrapping for the last minute. 

  The alarm clock on her bedside table reads 3:49am when she finally gets into her bed. She’s still warm from the fireplace, and she’s still chatting to Drew and promising to bring some of the albums up or at least some of the photos, and she falls asleep in the middle of writing a message. 

  She dreams of fireplaces, little kids with her hair running around, and a man whose face she doesn't get to see.

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25: MERRY CHRISTMAS (coming 23/12)

#drew starkey #outer banks #obx #drew starkey fanfiction #obx fanfiction #my fic #phone swap series #f: obx #drew starkey x oc

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And in case I don't see you: Good afternoon, good evening, and goodnight (or: some personal news)

No sense burying the lede:

One month shy of four years after joining up, and with something like 570 columns, features, blog posts, and blurbs in the rear-view, today's my last day at The Ringer. Barring some unforeseen Friday afternoon news, my final piece will have been about the Knicks' best-laid plans not quite panning out the way they intended. Let it never be said that the basketball content gods don't have a sense of humor.

I'm grateful to have spent four years sharing a masthead with some of the best writers on the Internet, and to have carved out a niche on what I've felt was, pound-for-pound, the best NBA team in the business. I'm grateful I got to co-host a podcast with two great friends for a while, to everyone who took the time to listen to it, and to everyone who said (and still says!) nice things about it. I'm grateful to have gotten the chance to be part of the Ringer Union, and to have played a small role in trying to make a company I loved a little more fair and equitable.

I'm grateful to have gotten the opportunity to grow and develop as both a writer and analyst. I feel like I'm better at this job than I used to be, thanks in no small part to the freedom and support I've enjoyed. I'm grateful to everyone, past and present, who has made The Ringer the sort of place where someone like me could level up.

I'll still be writing about the NBA on the Internet. (And talking about it into a microphone again, too.) I'll say more about that soon. Right now, the only thing I want to say is: thank you.

Specifically, I want to thank some of the many people whose names never showed up on the things I published, but who were indispensable to every one of them—and, beyond that, to so much more of what The Ringer makes. As much as this company is about the on-air personalities on your favorite podcasts, it's also about the literal scores of people who bust their asses every day to try to make sure we're making the best stuff we can.

It takes a lot of people to make us look good. Here are the names of the ones who helped me.

MY EDITORS

Nobody edited me more often than Matt Dollinger, Justin Verrier, or Chris Almeida—three very different dudes, but all patient, professional, and kind, despite the sheer tonnage of words I dropped on their heads. Many thanks also to culture czar Andrew Gruttadaro (without whom the Stevie Nicks' Fajita Roundup and Pete & Pete pieces wouldn't have happened), Aric Jenkins, Ben Glicksman, Chris Ryan, Danny Chau, Donnie Kwak, Justin Sayles, Mallory Rubin, Megan Schuster, and Riley McAtee for pinch-hitting over the years. I'm sorry I never once hit a word count. I hope it all still hung together OK.

THE COPY DESK

I can't stress enough how comforting it has been to know that everything I write will pass through the hands of copy chief Craig Gaines and his crack team of copy editors and fact-checkers. It never ceased to amaze me that they would routinely and graciously take thousands of words about, I dunno, the Pelicans defense, and treat it like it mattered, and make sure I didn't sound dumb (or, at least, any dumber than usual).

Mil gracias to: Abou Kamara, Amaar Burton, Analis Bailey, Charlotte Goddu, Chris Grismer, Damian Burchardt, Dan Comer, Daniel Chin, Isaac Levy-Rubinett, Iza Wojciechowska, Jack McCluskey, Jacqueline Kantor, Jordan Ligons, Julianna Ress, Julie Kliegman, Kellen Becoats, Kjerstin Johnson, Lex Pryor, and—last alphabetically in this group, but certainly not least—Shaker Samman.

THE ART DEPARTMENT

One of the fringe benefits of working here has been knowing that, when my post is ready to go up, I'm going to get to see whatever rad thing David Shoemaker and his team have crafted to put up at the top of it. (Pro tip: If you write a long enough thing to get the feature build, they give it the bigger and wider art, which looks even friggin' cooler, IMO.) It's a true delight to know that, even if the words aren't all that good, the pictures will be. Thanks to David, Alycea Tinoyan, Matt James, Neil Francisco, and Jonathan Bartlett for making sure that's true.

THE SOCIAL MEDIA TEAM

I know, this sounds crazy, but apparently it's not always easy to get audience members excited to read a bunch of words about, like, the Spurs' bench? And yet, the perennially underappreciated and over-yelled-at-on-the-Internet social team never stopped working to find ways to do it. Shouts out to Alex Stamas, Amelia Wedemeyer, Bridget Geerlings, David Lara III, Jomi Adeniran, Julie Phayer, Keith Fujimoto, Kiera Givens, Logan Rhoades, Nicole Bae, Pat Muldowney, and Rubie Edmondson for tirelessly running up that hill.

AUDIO/VIDEO

Isaac Lee and Steve Ahlman produced Heat Check, and they were absolutely wonderful to work with every single week. So were Bobby Wagner and Jim Cunningham when they got spot starts with me, Gonz, and Haley. Isaiah Blakeley, Jessie Lopez, Jonathan Kermah, and Sasha Ashall were always great when I popped up on other shows, too.

Jason Concepcion and Jason Gallagher put me on NBA Desktop twice, including once when they encouraged me to say the phrase "step your pen game up, you word-broke motherfuckers," which stands as one of the proudest moments of my career.

I didn't do much other video stuff here, but when I did, I greatly enjoyed working with, learning from, and joking around with Cory McConnell, Dylan Berkey, J. Kyle Mann, Jackson Safon, Mose Bergmann, Richie Bozek, Ronak Nair, and Sean Yoo. (I haven't yet crossed paths with Aleya Zenieris, Chia Hao Tat, or Donnie Beacham, but they're getting thanked, too. It's a thank-o-rama.)

And, one last thanks:

ALL OF YOU

I'm not sure what I've done to deserve the kind, considerate, passionate, and conscientious readers and followers I've accumulated over the years. All I can do is promise to try to keep doing it, and to try to reward your time and attention a few times a week.

Thanks for sticking around. See you again soon.

[officiallyashley]

ROTTMNT HEADCANONS— the birth of harley jade hamato

NOTES: I wanted some fluff headcanons, so I made some fluff headcanons! Plus, I thought that I’d change it up since I have been writing a lot of angst lol. Also, I’m obviously not a professional on this kind of stuff. 

WARNINGS: mentions of pregnancy, mentions of childbirth. 

{~~~}

So a fun fact about Ms. Harley 

Well idk if it’s a “fun” fact per se but idk what else to call it lol

Harley was born one week before her initial due date 

Anyways with that being said 

When Ash’s water broke

Everyone was caught off guard 

Like 

EVERYONE

So the turtles and the kunoichis were out doing a very quick patrol because they knew how far along Ash was in their pregnancy 

Which only left Splinter and April in the lair with Ash

Ashley was just laying on the couch eating her avocado toast and vanilla yogurt with raspberries 

One of her fav snacks actually even before she got pregnant 🥰

April was in the chair adjacent to the couch

And Splinter was heading into the kitchen to get a drink

And Ashley was watching their cartoons, revisiting some shows from their childhood

Everything was silent and calm

And that’s when they felt really strong pains in their lower region 

This caused Ash to groan in agony and drop her food to the floor

Which caught the attention of Splinter and April

“Ash?!” April exclaimed, practically jumping out of the chair she was sitting in. 

“Fuck!” The ravenette cursed as Splinter walked into the living room to see what was going on. 

And before they responded 

They felt it 

“Ash…?” April spoke up quietly. 

“… My water just broke…” Ash whispered softly, in a state of shock. 

April and Splinter froze. They both were about to lose their shits. 

Their marbles: lost. 

Their minds: panicked. 

“What the fuck are you guys doing just standing there?! One of you call the guys and my sisters! NOW!” Ashley yelled out in pain, which snapped the woman and the mutant rat out of their state of shock. 

“R-Right! I’ll notify everyone that needs to be notified! Splints, stay with Ash until we know what to do!” April said, frantically taking out her phone and she started her string of phone calls. 

First, she called the turtles and the kunoichis. Then, she called Chad and Dillon, Ash, Alex, Shiphrah, and Jackie’s fathers. 

While April was making the necessary phone calls, Splinter tried to comfort Ash the best that he could. He could tell that Ash was panicking and trying to stay calm. 

“Ashley, it’ll be alright. Just try to steady your breathing, okay?” Splinter comforted. 

“I-I’m scared, Splinter…” Ash mumbled with tears threatening to prick her violet hues.  

“That’s perfectly normal to feel that way, especially since you are so young.” 

“N-No… that’s not what I mean! I’ve talked to Raph about this, and no matter how much he comforts me, it doesn’t work. I still feel awful inside. I… I don’t want to end up being a failure! I don’t want to end up being like Mallory!” Ash elaborated further with a shaking voice. Still, her tears didn’t fall. 

“You will be a great mother to my grandchild. Don’t doubt that.” Splinter said comfortingly and confidently. 

Ashley smiled gratefully at Splinter. “Thank you very much, Splinter. I really needed that.” Ash expressed her gratitude. She wiped her tears away from the corners of her eyes. 

Splinter simply nodded with a smile, and he continued to stay with Ash until his sons and the others got here. 

It wasn’t very long at all until the turtles and the kunoichis arrived back at the lair. 

Everyone was frantic. 

“HOLY SHIT, ASH, ARE YOU OKAY?!” — an incredibly worried and anxious Leo

“OMIGOSH BABY H IS ALMOST HERE!!” — a very excited and hyped Mikey 

“DON’T YELL, YOU TWO!!” April quickly chastised the two turtle brothers. 

“She’s right. We don’t want to make things more stressful for them.” Shiphrah said to them. Alex was on the phone with her two dads to update them on the situation. 

Raph and Donnie pushed everyone aside to get to Ashley. 

“Babe, are you okay?!” Raph asked his girlfriend. 

“Yeah, I’m okay, love,” Ash said, their breathing heavy because of the pain that they were in. 

Raph hated seeing his lover in so much pain and agony. However, he knew that it wouldn’t be much longer until that pain would disappear, and they would be able to meet their baby daughter. 

“Raph, get Ash and take them to my lab! Pronto!” Donnie ordered with panic in his voice. 

“R-Right!” The red-masked ninja turtle then very carefully picked up his girlfriend and followed his brother up to his laboratory. 

So Donnie and Raph got Ashley settled

And Donnie started to do routine things like taking Ash’s vitals and checking up on other aspects he was analyzing. 

Ashley ended up being in labor with their daughter for 19 hours 

In that timeframe, everyone was double-checking and making sure that everything was ready for when the baby arrived. 

The entire family was very excited but also very nervous. Some were showing their anxiety more than others, like Alex, Chad, and Jackie. 

No one knew how this labor would go. In regards to a mutant child being born, this had never happened before. In fact, the others were told by Donnie that they would most likely not be able to naturally have kids because of differences in the guys’ and the girls’ genetic codes. So when Raph and Ash told everyone that they were pregnant, everyone was absolutely floored. No one knew what to expect from this. 

Everyone just had to hope that this ordeal was going to go in their favor. 

However, the most nervous of them all was definitely Raph and Ash. Admittedly, Ash was calmer than Raph — or, at least, she was seeming calmer than her significant other.  

There was a moment when Donnie had to check Ash over, and Raph took that chance to step out of his brother’s laboratory for a breather. 

That’s when Leo saw Raph getting a drink of water. The red-masked turtle shakily set the glass of water down on the kitchen counter. 

“Heya there, Raph. How are you doing?” Leo asked his eldest brother. 

“I’m scared, Leo! What if I’m not a good dad? What if something goes wrong and something happens to my daughter or to Ashley?” Raphael voiced his understandable concerns to his brother. 

Leo didn’t like having the atmosphere and tone so serious. Usually, he would deflect this with humor, but Leo quickly realized that that certain approach wouldn’t be the best option for the moment. 

Leo walked over to his brother, looking up at him. “Raph, I don’t normally get this serious, but… everything will be alright. Ash will be fine, Baby H will be fine. You’ll be a great father, and Ash will be an amazing parent.” Leo comforted his brother, placing his hand on Raph’s shoulder. 

Raph stayed silent for a moment, averting his eyes from Leo. Raph then tightly engulfed Leo in a bear hug. 

“Thank you, Leo. I needed that.” Raph said graciously. 

“Of course, bro,” Leo said as he hugged his brother back. 

Hours and hours went by. All that they had to do was wait. Raph very rarely ever left Ash’s side throughout the 19 hours of labor that Ash was in. Donnie reassured his brother and his brother’s girlfriend that everything was going to be alright and that he was there to keep tabs on Ash’s progress. 

After 19 hours of labor, Donnie deemed Ash ready to give birth to her and Raph’s baby. 

Luckily, nothing happened during the delivery. That part went smoothly and didn’t have any complications, but Ash was just in a hell of a lot of pain, which was to be expected. 

During the actual delivery of the baby, Ashley was cursing up a storm holy shit. 

Like it was profanity after profanity after profanity. 

Also, Ash was squeezing Raph’s hand so hard that the three of them thought that she would break Raph’s hand. 

“You’re doing great, sweetpea!” Raph exclaimed, trying not to wince at the pain his hand was in. He also hated seeing his lover in this much pain. 

“That’s what you told me as you—”

“Ashley, keep pushing!” Donnie interjected quickly before Ash could say anything more. 

So that was fun for everyone to hear lol. 

After some time had passed of Ash pushing per Donnie’s orders, they heard wailing and crying coming from a newborn. 

Finally, after all this time, their baby had been born. 

“Congratulations, you two! She's a healthy baby girl!” Donnie commemorated. He handed Ash the newborn, which she eagerly took. 

Once they saw their daughter for the first time, Raph and Ashley began to cry happy tears. 

Ashley never thought that she would ever be here in her life. Ash never thought that she would find someone as phenomenal as Raph because of how her two ex-girlfriends had mistreated her in the past. Ashley’s life had never been easy from the get-go, and the 18-year-old didn’t ever think that she deserved to be loved or to be happy. Ashley didn’t ever think she would have kids or have a special someone to go through life with.  

Raph also didn’t think he would ever be able to experience anything like this. He didn’t think that he would find someone as accepting and loving as Ashley. Raph was eternally grateful for this moment in his life. 

“She’s just… so perfect, Raph. She’s so fucking perfect…” Ash sobbed happily. 

Raph sniffled. “She looks exactly like you, Ash,” Raph commented, wiping away the tears that were streaming down his face. 

“My god, you’re right…!” Ash gushed. 

“I’m proud of you, honey,” Raph told the ravenette softly, kissing her temple. 

“Thank you, Raph,” Ash said. 

The first time that Raph got to hold little Harley in his arms was incredibly monumental to him. She was tiny compared to his huge stature, and shit was she the cutest most adorable thing that Raph had ever seen. 

The others recalled how cheerful the lair was that day. 

Alex, her fathers, and her sisters saw Ashley and Raphael at their happiest point. The birth of Harley was clearly the best thing that had ever happened to them. 

On May 23rd at 6:04 pm, Harley Jade Hamato was born to Raphael Hamato and Ashley Singh.

𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 © 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑. 𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚. 𝐢 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐞𝐭𝐜. 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐥.

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Für 2021 aktualisiert, listen wir die besten Bergsteigerbücher auf, die jemals geschrieben wurden, und stützen uns auf Berichte von Weltklasse-Kletterern in den rauesten Umgebungen Wie ich schon oft erwähnt habe, sind meine Bücherregale gefüllt mit Geschichten über Abenteuerreisen, Überleben gegen die Widrigkeiten und obsessive Suche. Ich bin ein begeisterter Kletterer, der sich für Winterbergsteigen und wildes Campen interessiert, daher nehmen Bergsteigerbücher natürlich einen großen Teil meines Regals ein. Es wäre einfach, eine Liste wie diese allein mit Erzählungen von Everest und K2 zu füllen. Vor diesem Hintergrund habe ich versucht, eine größere Auswahl an Berichten aus einer Vielzahl von Bergen aus einem Jahrhundert des Alpinismus und Bergsteigens einzubeziehen. Die besten Bergsteigerbücher Anhand meiner persönlichen Favoriten sowie der Bestsellerlisten von Amazon und der beliebtesten Bücher von Goodreads habe ich eine Reihe der besten Bergsteigerbücher ausgewählt, die je geschrieben wurden. 1. In dünne Luft: Ein persönlicher Bericht über die Mount Everest-Katastrophe von Jon Krakauer | Kaufen Sie bei Amazon Krakauers kontroverser Bericht über eine 24-Stunden-Periode am Everest, die mit einem Sturm begann und mit der höchsten Todesrate in einer Saison in der Geschichte des Gipfels endete. Trotz einiger Ungereimtheiten in der Erzählung bleibt das Buch eine ausgezeichnete und unterhaltsame Lektüre. Slepitssskaya/Shutterstock Everest taucht mehrmals auf unserer Liste der besten Bergsteigerbücher auf 2. Dead Mountain: Die unerzählte wahre Geschichte des Dyatlov-Pass-Vorfalls von Donnie Eicher | Kaufen Sie bei Amazon Im Februar 1959 starb eine Gruppe von neun erfahrenen Wanderern im russischen Uralgebirge auf mysteriöse Weise auf einer als Totenberg bekannten Erhebung. Dies ist ihre Geschichte. 3. Die Leere berühren: Die wahre Geschichte des wundersamen Überlebens eines Mannes von Joe Simpson | Kaufen Sie bei Amazon Dieser Klassiker ist unbestritten eines der besten Bergsteigerbücher, die je geschrieben wurden. Joe Simpson und sein Kletterpartner Simon Yates hatten gerade die Spitze eines 21.000 Fuß hohen Gipfels in den Anden erreicht, als die Katastrophe eintraf. 4. Beyond Possible: Der Mann und die Denkweise, die den K2 im Winter bestiegen von Nimsdai Purja | Kaufen Sie bei Amazon Nimsdai brachte die Bergsteigerwelt zum Leuchten, als er den Rekord für die schnellste Besteigung aller 8000er brach und ihm mit der ersten Winterbesteigung des K2 folgte. Dieses Buch enthüllt den Mann hinter den Anstiegen – wie sein frühes Leben in Nepal und bei den UK Special Forces ihn zu der Person gemacht hat, die „über das Mögliche hinausgeht“. Nimdai Purja Nimsdai Purja hat mehrere Bergsteigerrekorde gebrochen 5. Der Aufstieg: Tragische Ambitionen am Everest von Anatoli Boukreev | Kaufen Sie bei Amazon Im Mai 1996 versuchten mehrere Expeditionen, den Everest zu besteigen. Enge Bedingungen verlangsamten ihr Vorankommen und spät am Tag gerieten 23 Männer und Frauen, einschließlich der Expeditionsleiter, in einen heftigen Schneesturm. Obwohl es weniger spannend zu lesen ist als Krakauers Into Thin Air, bietet The Climb eine genauere Darstellung der Tragödie von 1996. 6. Keine Abkürzungen zum Gipfel: Besteigung der 14 höchsten Gipfel der Welt von Ed Viesturs, David Roberts | Kaufen Sie bei Amazon Diese fesselnden und triumphalen Memoiren folgen einer lebenden Legende des Extrembergsteigens bei seinem Angriff auf die Geschichte, einen Achttausender nach dem anderen. 7. In die Stille: Der Große Krieg, Mallory und die Eroberung des Everest von Wade Davis | Kaufen Sie bei Amazon Während die Suche nach dem Everest als große imperiale Geste begonnen haben mag, endete sie als Mission der Wiederbelebung für ein Land und eine verlorene Generation, die vom Krieg ausgeblutet waren. In einem monumentalen Werk über Geschichte und Abenteuer fragt Davis, warum Mallory an diesem schicksalhaften Tag weiter kletterte.

Encyclopædia Britannica Mitglieder der Everest-Expedition von 1921 (Mallory sitzt ganz links) 8. Eiger-Träume von Jon Krakauer | Kaufen Sie bei Amazon In dieser Sammlung seiner besten Arbeiten untersucht Jon Krakauer das Thema Bergsteigen aus der denkwürdigen Perspektive eines Menschen, der gegen K2, Denali, Everest und natürlich den Eiger gekämpft hat. 9. Das Mädchen, das den Everest bestieg: Gelernte Lektionen angesichts der härtesten Berge der Welt von Bonita Norris | Kaufen Sie bei Amazon Einst ein ängstlicher Teenager mit einer Essstörung war es das Klettern, das Bonita Norris dazu inspirierte, ihr Leben zu ändern. Bonita stützt sich auf ihre Erfahrungen, um die Höhen und Tiefen ihrer unglaublichen Leistungen festzuhalten, und vermittelt auch die gelernten Lektionen, die die Leser ermutigen, mehr Selbstvertrauen zu gewinnen. 10. Im Himmel begraben: Die außergewöhnliche Geschichte der Sherpa-Kletterer am tödlichsten Tag von K2 von Peter Zuckermann | Kaufen Sie bei Amazon Als 2008 11 Bergsteiger am K2 ums Leben kamen, überlebten zwei Sherpas. Basierend auf beispiellosen Zugriffen und Interviews enthüllt Buried in the Sky zum ersten Mal ihre erstaunliche Geschichte. Atlas & Boots Auch K2, der „Wilde Berg“, ist regelmäßig dabei 11. Kein Weg nach unten: Leben und Tod auf K2 von Graham Bowley | Kaufen Sie bei Amazon Dreißig Bergsteiger wagen sich an den Gipfel des wildesten Berges der Erde. Sie schaffen es. Doch bevor sie mit dem Abstieg beginnen, bricht ein Schelfeis zusammen und reißt ihre Seile mit sich. Es ist dunkel. Ihre Linien sind weg. Sie sind sauerstoffarm. Und es wird sehr, sehr kalt. 12. The Ledge: Eine Abenteuergeschichte über Freundschaft und Überleben auf dem Mount Rainier von Jim Davidson und Kevin Vaughan | Kaufen Sie bei Amazon Im Juni 1992 standen die besten Freunde Jim und Mike triumphierend auf dem Mount Rainier in Washington. Ihre Eroberung endete in einer Katastrophe, als ein Einsturz sie tief in eine Gletscherspalte stürzte. 13. Die weiße Spinne von Heinrich Harrer | Kaufen Sie bei Amazon Ein Klassiker der Bergsteigerliteratur, dies ist die Geschichte der erschütternden Erstbesteigung der Eiger-Nordwand, der legendärsten und furchteinflößendsten Besteigung der Geschichte. Traumzeit Der Eiger in der Schweiz hat eine der großen Nordwände der Alpen 15. Aufstieg von Sir Chris Bonington | Kaufen Sie bei Amazon Die Legende, die Sir Chris Bonington ist, zeichnet seine vielen Triumphe in der Kletterwelt auf. Erwarten Sie Geschichten über seine waghalsigen Erstbegehungen, außergewöhnliche Klettertouren und dramatische Nahtod-Abenteuer. 16. Die Berge meines Lebens von Walter Bonatti | Kaufen Sie bei Amazon Eine Sammlung von Walter Bonattis besten Bergsteigerbüchern, die seine Heldentaten auf zahlreichen Expeditionen sowie die wahre Geschichte hinter der Kontroverse über die Ereignisse am K2 beschreiben, die sein Leben veränderten. 17. Der Turm: Eine Chronik des Kletterns und der Kontroversen auf dem Cerro Torre von Kelly Cordes | Kaufen Sie bei Amazon Seit Cesare Maestri im Jahr 1959 die Erstbesteigung behauptete, gab es Kontroversen um diesen eisbedeckten Gipfel. Seitdem tobte eine Debatte, in der Weltklasse-Kletterer versuchten, seine Route nachzuverfolgen, aber nur auf Widersprüche stießen. Sebastien Burel/Shutterstock Der Cerro Torre hat zu berühmten Kontroversen geführt 18. Pilgerreise zum Nanga Parbat: Der große Bergsteigerklassiker von Hermann Bühl | Kaufen Sie bei Amazon 1953 gelang Buhl die Erstbesteigung des Nanga Parbat, des dritten Achttausenders, der nach Annapurna und Everest bestiegen wurde. Buhl ging allein und ohne zusätzlichen Sauerstoff weiter und stürmte zum Gipfel, nachdem seine Partner umgedreht waren. 19. Everest auf die harte Tour von Chris Bonington | Kaufen Sie bei Amazon Everest the Hard Way ist der spannende Bericht über einen klassischen Kampf des Menschen gegen die Natur, eine aufregende Geschichte über Mut, Ausdauer und Teamwork.

20. Denali's Howl: Die tödlichste Kletterkatastrophe auf Amerikas Wildest Peak von Andy Halle | Kaufen Sie bei Amazon 1967 versuchten 12 junge Männer, Alaskas furchterregenden Denali – den Einheimischen als „The High One“ bekannt – zu erklimmen. Nur fünf überlebten. Dies ist ihre Geschichte. Steve Allen/Shutterstock Denali ist der höchste Gipfel Nordamerikas 20. K2: Leben und Tod am gefährlichsten Berg der Welt von Ed Viesturs, David Roberts | Kaufen Sie bei Amazon Eine spannende Chronik der tragischen Geschichte der Besteigung des schwierigsten und unberechenbarsten Berges der Welt. 21. Kein Picknick am Mount Kenia: Eine gewagte Flucht, ein gefährlicher Aufstieg von Felice Benuzzi | Kaufen Sie bei Amazon 1943 flohen Felice Benuzzi und zwei italienische Landsleute aus einem britischen Kriegsgefangenenlager im äquatorialen Ostafrika mit nur einem Ziel vor Augen: den gefährlichen 17.000 Fuß hohen Mount Kenia zu besteigen. 22. The Crystal Horizon: Everest – Die erste Solo-Besteigung von Reinhold Messner | Kaufen Sie bei Amazon Am 20. August 1980 erreichte Reinhold Messner den Gipfel des Everest – allein und ohne Sauerstoff. Dies ist ein Bericht über seine außerordentliche Leistung. TonelloPhotography/Shutterstock Bergsteigerlegende Reinhold Messner 23. Blinder Abstieg: Allein und blind am Mount Everest überleben von Brian Dickinson | Kaufen Sie bei Amazon Ganz allein auf 29.035 Fuß, mit wenig Sauerstoff und von Schneeblindheit geplagt, war Brian Dickinson gezwungen, sich zentimeterweise den Everest hinunterzuarbeiten und sich dabei auf sein Überlebenstraining, seine Instinkte und seinen Glauben zu verlassen. 24. Annapurna: Erste Eroberung eines Achttausenders von Maurice Herzog | Kaufen Sie bei Amazon 1950, als noch nie ein Berg über 8.000 m bestiegen worden war, leitete Herzog eine Expedition zum Gipfel der Annapurna. Sein Buch gilt als Klassiker der Bergsteigerliteratur und als eines der besten Bergsteigerbücher, die je geschrieben wurden. 25. Nach Atticus: Achtundvierzig hohe Gipfel, ein kleiner Hund und eine außergewöhnliche Freundschaft von Tom Ryan | Kaufen Sie bei Amazon Nachdem eine enge Freundin an Krebs gestorben war, beschloss Tom Ryan, ihr auf höchst unorthodoxe Weise Tribut zu zollen. Ryan und sein Freund, der Zwergschnauzer Atticus, versuchten zweimal in einem Winter, alle 48 Viertausender von New Hampshire zu besteigen. Tom Ryan Abenteurer gibt es in allen Formen und Größen 26. Ghosts of K2: Das Rennen um den Gipfel des tödlichsten Berges der Welt von Mick Conefrey | Kaufen Sie bei Amazon Dies ist mein Lieblingsbuch über K2 und eines, das ich auf dem Weg zum K2-Basislager gelesen habe. Mick Conefrey fängt gekonnt ein, wie viele großartige Bergsteiger davon besessen sind, den Gipfel des zweithöchsten Berges der Welt zu erreichen. Vom drogensüchtigen Okkultisten Aleister Crowley bis zum italienischen Duo, das es endlich auf den Gipfel geschafft hat, erkundet Conefrey die Charaktere, die für immer in K2s Vermächtnis verankert sind. 27. Die Seele meines Vaters berühren: Die heilige Reise eines Sherpas zum Gipfel des Everest von Jamling Tenzing Norgay & Broughton Coburn | Kaufen Sie bei Amazon Touching My Father's Soul erzählt von Tenzings Sohn Jamling Norgays Besteigung des höchsten Gipfels der Welt während der berüchtigten Everest-Katastrophe von 1996. Norgays physische Reise dorthin, wo einst sein Vater stand, entfaltet sich neben einer inneren Reise, um die Sherpa-Geschichte seiner Familie und die Bedeutung des Himalaya zu verstehen. Leservorschläge Folgendes haben unsere Leser zu unserer Liste der besten Bergsteigerbücher hinzugefügt, die je geschrieben wurden. Everest 1953: Die epische Geschichte der Erstbesteigung von Mick ConefreyDer letzte große Berg: Die Erstbesteigung des Kangchenjunga von Mick ConefreyDer Bund von Simon McCartneyEin Tag als Tiger von John PorterSummit 8000 von Andrew LockTartarin in den Alpen von Alphonse DaudetLeben und Glied von Jamie AndrewDer

leuchtende Berg von Peter BoardmanWo der Berg seinen Schatten wirft von Maria CoffeyMeine vertikale Welt von Jerzy KukuczkaAufenthaltsort des Schnees von Kenneth MasonDer dritte Pol von Mark SynnottDer nächste Everest von Jim DavidsonDark Summit von Nick Heil Leitbild: Vixit/Shutterstock .

#Ratgeber #Berge #Bergsteigerbücher #besten #Bücher #großartige

[deadxeyed]

bike ride.

@breakavvay ~ cont. from my open starter !

of all places, why the beach ? donnie never really finishes up taking in his surroundings as he begins to shake off the sand that was getting absolutely everywhere on his body, even shielding his eyes from the sun as he tries to put together words for a sentence.

❝ i'll be fine, ❞ donnie groggily replies, blinking ; his eyes finally settle on the other. ❝ it's been happening a lot lately. me, uh, waking up random places. ❞

it's like as though someone wanted him to go out there and meet new people, or something.

❝ it's normal for me -- sleepwalking. ❞

#( closed thread ) ━━ ⭑ 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘪 '𝘮 𝘢𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦. #mallory & donnie #breakavvay

[purplexflamingo]

Pride ocs

The vexes above

Then we have Donnie, Jessie, and Nellie

#my art #oc #primadonna #ratman #siren #angel #pride #vexes #jessie ripper #twyla #nellie romero #donnie diablo #ocs #toni romero #marnie mallory #anthony romero #charlie hawkins #art #oc art #kissterian

[nanana-dolls]

Complete List of NaNaNa! Dolls

Surprise Series 1

Britney Sparkles

Minna Moody

CJ Cuddles

Sarah Snuggles

Aubrey Heart

Roxie Foxy

Surprise Series 2

Katherine Whiskers

Michael Manchester

Nina Nanners

Aspen Fluff 

Misha Mouse

Tuesday Meow

Surprise Series 3

AnnaBelle Moooshe

Jeremy Hops

Dottie DeMil

Fifi Le'Fluff

Jennel Jaguar

Sasha Scratch

Surprise Series 4

Tommy Torro

Bianca Bengal

Bebe Groovy

Juli Joyful

Melanie Mod

Paula Purrfect

Ultimate Surprise Series 1

Alex Heart

Piper Prim

Surprise Sparkle Series 1 

Andre Avalanche

Krysta Splash

Marina Jewels

Becky Buckaneer

Sailor Blu

Daria Duckie

Teens Series 1

Coco Von Sparkle

Samantha Smartie

Carmen Linda

Rebel Dare

Quinn Nash

Teens Series 2

Alaska Frost

Amelia Outback

Gretchen Stripes

Lila Lamb

Parker Scorch

Glam Series 1 (2-in-1 Pom Doll Glam)

Alice Hops

Cali Grizzly

Ari Prism

Victoria Grand

Chrissy Diamond

Maxwell Dan

Glam Series 2 (2-in-1 Pom Doll Glam)

Erika Featherton

Liling Luck

Gianni Wilde

Tabitha Nekota

Mallory Duckington

3-in-1 Backpack Bedroom

Sarah Snuggles

Tuesday Meow

Jennel Jaguar

Aubrey Heart

Slumber Party

Mila Rose

Lara Vonn

Sweetest Hearts (2022 Valentine’s Day Collection)

Valentina Moore

Gisele Goodheart

Eva Evermore

Lily Sarang

Cynthia Sweets

Maria Buttercup

Family

Style 1 - Margot Belle/Sophie Belle/Bisous The Cat

Style 2 - Winnie Joyful/Mimi Joyful/Bamboo The Panda

Accessories/Other

Pink Soft Plush Convertible Car

Kitty-Cat Camper Playset

Kitt-Cat Campground Tent Playset

Pom Slap Bands (5 varieties)

Camping

Sierra Foxtail 

Myra Woods

Teens Series 3 (August 2022)

Queenie Plume

Odette Lakewood

Claudia Pincer

Keiko Koinobori

Sweetest Gems (birthstone collection, part 1) (August 2022)

April Sparkles

Juno Summers

Emery Moss

Marina Tealstone

Valentina Lovely

Ruby Frost

3-in-1 Backpack Bedroom series 2 (Oct 2022)

Maya Whiskerfull

Reena De La Rosa

Cozy Series (Fall 2022)

Isla Waddles

Bailey Frost

Evie Von Hoo

Harper Waters

Leona White

Donnie Ranger

Minis Series 1

Britney Sparkles

Minna Moody

CJ Cuddles

Sarah Snuggles

Aubrey Heart

Roxie Foxy

Katherine Whiskers

Tuesday Meow

Michael Manchester

Nina Nanners

Aspen Fluff 

Misha Mouse

Backpack Minis

Lizzy York

Amelie Laurent

Minis Series 2

Annabelle Moooshe

Jennel Jaguar

Dottie DeMil

Fifi Le'Fluff

Bebe Groovy

Melanie Mod

Juli Joyful

Paula Purrfect

Bianca Bengal

Jeremy Hops

Tommy Toro

Sasha Scratch

Surprise Minis Ultimate Surprise 2023

Kitty Katwood

Fuzzy Surprise Series 1

Jenny Jaguar

Peter Panda

Catie Cat

Cora Cowgirl

Zara Zebra

Tiger Linda

3-in-1 Backpack Bedroom (series 3) Unicorn Playsets

Britney Sparkles

Whitney Sparkles

Backpack Minis Series 2

Khloe Kitty

Marisa Mouse

Minis Series 3

Cora Cowgirl

Jenny Jaguar

Peter Panda

Zara Zebra

Catie Cat

Tiger Linda

Tuesday Meow

Aubrey Heart

Mimi Joyful

Ari Prism

Whitney Sparkles

Mia Mermaid

Sweetest Sweets

Bailey Bunny

Katie Kitten

Brianna Bear

Lily Llama

I believe this list is exhaustive, but I did make it myself, so please let me know if you spot anything missing or inaccurate. Will update as new items are released.

#nanana surprise #nanana #list #complete list #list of nanana dolls #info #reference

[jiejie-eonni-onee-sama]

📖Masterlist📖

                              Here, you can find all the imagines I wrote.

💌 = Request

🎁 = Gift

🔎Sherlock (BBC)

Save your tears... (Mycroft X Male!Reader) 🎁

🩸Hannibal (NBC)

I don’t want to wake up from you (Will X Fem!Reader) 💌

Maneater (Hannibal X Male!Reader) (TW: Mentions of smut and violence) 🎁

An hurricane in my kitchen (Will X Fem!Reader) 💌

Papa, don’t preach... (Hannibal & Fem!Reader X Will Graham) 💌

🐺Teen Wolf

Beware the alpha! (Derek Hale X Male!Reader) 💌

🦸‍♂️MCU (Avengers, X-Men, GOTG, Fantastic Four, Agents of SHIELD, Agent Carter...)

You’re my sunshine (Helmut Zemo & Male!Reader) 🎁

🔦Criminal Minds

I’ll be brave for you... (Spencer Reid X Fem!Reader) 🎁

🦸‍♀️DCEU (Justice League, BVS, Suicide Squad, Birds of Prey, Titans, The Flash, Arrow...)

Play me me like a violin (Bruce Wayne X Male!Reader) (TW: Smut) 💌

Sweet but psycho (Roman Sionis X Male!Reader) (TW: Violence) 🎁

Sending my love to you... (Roman Sionis X Fem!Reader) (TW: Smut) 💌

Miss Independent... (Victor Zsasz X Fem!Reader) 🎁

The only one I need (Roman Sionis X Fem!Reader) 💌

War of the fathers, peace of the sons (Zsasmask and Male!OC & Maxwell Lord and Male!OC) 🎁

Who’s laughing now? (Joker VS Fem!Reader & Harley Quinn) (TW: Swearing & Violence) 🎁

Primal fears... (Zsaszmask and Male!OC & Maxwell Lord and Male!OC) 🎁

💥Inglourious Basterds

Innocents don’t shed blood (Donny X Fem!Reader) 💌

Speaking her language (Wilhelm Wicki X Fem!Reader) 💌

Severed blood ties (Hans Landa & Male!Reader) 🎁

We’re in heaven (Hugo Stiglitz X Fem!Reader) 💌

The Apache and The Comedian (Aldo Raine X Male!Reader) 💌

Let her be mine and mine alone... (Hans Landa & Fem!Reader x Omar Ulmer) 💌

Amour à la française (Aldo Raine X Fem!Reader!) 💌

There’s no mountain high enough... (Wilhelm Wicki X Fem!Reader & Child!OC) 🎁

You better run... (FemaleOC! & The Basterds) 🎁🎃

Run to you... (Donny Donowitz X Fem!Reader) 💌

Birthday Girl (Aldo Raine X Fem!Reader) 💌🎁

All against odds (Wilhelm Wicki X Male!Reader) 🎁

🗼Pacific Rim/Kong: Skull Island/Godzilla

Written in the stars (Nate Lambert X Fem!Reader) 🎁

😈Lucifer

An unholy seduction (Lucifer X Male!Reader) 💌

My mama is the best man in the universe (Lucifer and Male!Spirit!OC) (Father-son relationship) 💌

😇Good Omens

My boyfriend is back (Crowley X Demon!Fem!Reader) 💌

🤵Kingsman: The Secret Service

Too old for her? (Harry Hart X Fem!Reader) 🎁

🔮Harry Potter

Love is like a tornado (Remus Lupin X Fem!Reader) 💌

It’s just the price I pay (Hermione Granger X Male!Reader) 🎁

Falling (in love)... (Remus Lupin X Fem!Reader) 💌

🔥The Witcher

The deepest soul (Geralt X Mermaid!Fem!Reader) 💌

Music is my way to say I love you (Jaskier X Fem!Reader) (AU) 💌

Put your wings on me (Jaskier X Fae!Fem!Reader) 💌

Love song... (Jaskier X Bard!Fem!Reader) 💌

I will find you (Jaskier X Fem!Reader) 💌

💣James Bond Movies

Velvet Tango (James Bond X Fem!Reader) 💌

You targeted my heart (James Bond X Fem!Reader) 💌

Sugar Boy... (James Bond X Male!Reader) 💌

Don’t worry child... (Gareth Mallory & Male!OC) 🎁

In my arms... (James Bond X Male!Reader) (TW: Smut) 💌

Like a porcelain doll... (Ernst Stavro Blofeld & Fem!OC) 🎁

Unconditionally... (Gareth Mallory X Fem!Reader) 🎁

Come what may (Gareth Mallory X Male!OC) 🎁

No more secrets (00Q X Male!OC) 💌

I care for you (Gareth Mallory X Fem!Reader) 💌

🏹Shadowhunters

🪔Merlin (BBC)

For my king (Arthur X Fem!Reader) 🎁

Under your spell (Merlin X Fem!Reader) 💌

🎭Prodigal Son

Mystery Girl (Malcolm Bright X Fem!Reader) 🎁

🤴The Crown

I’d put a crown at your feet... (Philip X Male!Reader) (Part I) 💌

All Hail to my king (Philip X Male!Reader) (Part 2) 💌

Give us a chance (Charles X Male!OC) 💌

A royal affair (Margaret X Male!OC) 🎁

🦇Gotham

The art of seduction (Oswald Cobblepot X Fem!Reader) 💌

🧙‍♂️The Lord of The Rings/The Hobbit

The King’s precious gem (Thranduil X Male!Reader) 💌

💀Pirates of the Caribbean

Something fishy... (Jack Sparrow X Fem!Reader) 💌

As wild as the sea... (James Norrington X Fem!Reader) 🎁

⭐Star Wars (Episode I to IX, The Mandalorian...)

Silent words, loud gestures... (Din Djarin X Fem!Reader) 💌

⚽Football (France NT, different players...)

The player & the writer (Antoine Griezmann X Male!Reader) 💌

My only one (Lucas Paquetá X Fem!Reader) 💌

If you are interested and you wanted a tailored story, please read the rules before requesting!

#masterlist #imagines #requests #sherlock bbc #hannibal nbc #teen wolf #mcu #dceu #inglourious basterds #lucifer #good omens #kingsman: the secret service #harry potter #the witcher #james bond movies #shadowhunters #merlin bbc #prodigal son #the crown #gotham #lotr #the hobbit #pirates of the caribbean #star wars #football imagines

[aconissa]

do you have any adventure novel recommendations? especially but not exclusively of the seafaring/age of sail variety?

Hell yeah I do! Although fair warning, since I read lots of survival/exploration and horror, many (though not all) of these involve adventures going wrong:

Patrick O’Brian’s Aubrey-Maturin series, starting with Master and Commander (my favourite age of sail novels by far!)

Washington Black by Esi Edugyan (historical novel with a black protag)

The Eagle of the Ninth by Rosemary Sutcliff (set in Roman Britain)

A Land So Wild by Elyssa Warkentin (polar exploration, gay & perfect)

William Golding's Sea Trilogy, starting with Rites of Passage (age of sail journey to Australia)

C. S. Forester’s Hornblower series, starting with The Happy Return (or can be read in chronological order starting with Mr. Midshipman Hornblower, thus following the main character’s progress from midshipman to ship’s captain)

This Thing of Darkness by Harry Thompson (about the Beagle voyage)

The Birthday Boys by Beryl Bainbridge (about the Scott expedition)

Dark Matter and Thin Air by Michelle Paver (both involve ghosts; the first is set in the Arctic and the second is about mountaineering)

Into the Drowning Deep by Mira Grant (sci-fi horror with mermaids and deep sea exploration - super fun and diverse!)

The Hunger by Alma Katsu (a horror retelling of the Donner-Reed Party)

The Terror by Dan Simmons (a horror retelling of the Franklin Expedition)

The Wolf in the Whale by Jordanna Max Brodsky (historical fantasy about Inuit and Viking characters)

The Lost World by Arthur Conan Doyle (the second Jurassic Park novel has the same title and I’d also recommend it - it’s more of an adventure story than it is in the movie, and it’s awesome!)

I know you said novels but there’s a lot of very compelling non-fiction books too which I’d highly recommend:

Into Thin Air by Jon Krakauer (about the 1996 Everest disaster)

Last Hours on Everest by Graham Hoyland (about Mallory & Irving)

Boundless by Kathleen Winter (about her exploration of the Northwest Passage)

In the Heart of the Sea by Nathaniel Philbrick (about the Whaleship Essex)

Monster of God by David Quammen (about large predators)

Dead Mountain by Donnie Eichar (about the Dyatlov Pass incident)

Batavia’s Graveyard by Mike Dash (about the Batavia mutiny)

#recs #history #anon #ask

[herkiss-theriot]

Bandstand 2020-02-22 | Jacksonville, FL | mp3 untracked Zack Zaromatidis (Donny Novitski), Jennifer Elizabeth Smith (Julia Trojan), Roxy York (Mrs. June Adams), Rob Clove (Jimmy Campbell), Benjamin Powell (Davy Zlatic), Scott Bell (Nick Radel), Louis Jannuzzi III (Wayne Wright), Jonmichael Tarleton (Johnny Simpson), Shaunice Alexander (Jean Ann Ryan), Mathew Mucha (Andre), Taylor Okay (Oliver) Beth Anderson, Milena J. Comeau, Ryan P. Cyr, Michael Hardenberg, Andre Malcolm, Kaitlyn Mase, Mallory Nolting, Cameron Turner (ensemble) Notes: An amazing performance from the first national tour cast of Bandstand. Act 1 went really well. Act 2, I dropped my phone in the middle of Nobody and I think the entire audience just collectively decided to daydrink during intermission so please pardon the massive amount of interruptions. Includes a 4K video of curtain call from the back orchestra. I’d never seen bandstand before today and I can sufficiently say that I’m in love, what a wonderful show. I laughed and cried many times in the span of two hours

#bandstand #donny novitski #julia trojan #johnny simpson #davey zlatic #nick radel #wayne wright #the donny nova band #selah speaks

[auroraislehq]

most wanted face claims please and thank yoooou?

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#oc rp #town rp #discord rp #semi appless rp #mumu rp #mw #answered

[queenofcats17]

So, @lady-lampblack​ came up with a HLVRAI AU too, and me, her, and @liliflower137​ talked about it a lot and I wanted to write some stuff.

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Chester Wayne Mallory had never expected to go far in life. It wasn’t like he hadn’t had dreams, of course he had. It was just that as he’d gotten older...things had happened. Specifically depression. So, he’d ended up dropping out of college, working at 7/11, and just...coasting in life, the only joy in his existence coming from video games.

That had been before, though. Before he’d gotten stuck in a video game for nearly a week and gotten irrevocably changed by his experience. Before he’d lost an arm and gained a strange new roommate.

He supposed it had all started with the computer. That damned computer. He’d gotten it secondhand. It had been in pretty good condition and he’d needed a new computer, so he’d bought it. He wasn’t sure in retrospect whether that had been a good decision or not. On one hand, he’d freed another soul trapped within it, but on the other hand it had taken him being trapped in there to do so.

But that didn’t change the past. He’d bought the computer and had taken it home. He’d transferred the data for the AI’s he’d been working on onto the computer and got back to work. He’d been building them because he himself was incredibly lonely and wanted some friends. 

He knew how pathetic it was to be building friends when he could just go out and make friends. That didn’t change the fact that he’d done it, though. He’d made the AI’s and set them up in a VR port of Half Life (one of his favorite games) and then he’d decided to stream it.

As far as the subscribers of his stream had known, he’d just set up the Half Life VR port to show off the AI’s he’d created. Definitely not as a reason to hang out with the AI’s he’d created. Nope. That hadn’t been it at all. 

But things had gone wrong. 

Things had gone wrong and he’d gotten stuck in the game while he’d been streaming. He still wasn’t sure how it had happened, but it had happened. That had been how he’d discovered that “Benrey” was not, in fact, one of the four AI’s he’d created, but another human who’d become trapped in the computer. 

Because of course the fucking computer was cursed. Of course. 

In any case, Chester had ended up stuck in that game for nearly a week before he and the others had managed to escape, the stream running the entire time. 

During that time he’d become....Well, he’d sort of partially turned into Gordon Freeman. Physically he’d definitely turned into Gordon, but he could deal with that. He’d gotten used to Gordon’s body. Sure, it was weird to suddenly be build like a brick shithouse, and to not have a right arm, but he’d gotten used to it during his time in the game. It was even sort of an improvement. Chester had never considered himself attractive before. He’d been a lonely nerd, with nothing to write home about in terms of appearance. Gordon was a buff protagonist. So much better than the bland Chester. 

But that wasn’t a problem.

The problem was that some of his memories had been replaced every time he’d died. Little pieces of his identity had been erased and replaced by the character he had been playing. He acted differently now, more like Gordon. He had a strange hero complex that had developed from becoming more of the character.

Evidently, that had been what had happened to Benrey. During his time in the computer, Benrey had lost all his memories. While Chester had had a character to play, Benrey hadn’t. So everyone time he’d died he’d just...lost himself. He didn’t remember the person he’d once been. 

When the game had ended, and Chester and Benrey had been freed, Benrey had woken up from his coma in the hospital with no connection or memory to the person he’d once been. He wasn’t Branden Hansen. Not anymore. 

It wasn’t much of a surprise that Benrey and Chester had ended up living together afterwards. Neither of them were the same people they’d been before and they took comfort in their shared understanding of each other’s pain.

Things weren’t perfect, but both Chester and Benrey were a lot happier now than they’d been before. Chester had even decided to go back to college. He had some memories of being a physicist thanks to the memories he’d gained from parts of Gordon replacing him so he might as well take advantage of it. Even if the fact that it had happened freaked him out. 

Benrey, being a bit of a blank slate who didn’t remember anything about his life, took up speedrunning games. Which he was shockingly good at. Chester had sat down to watch him speedrun a few times and had been absolutely blown away by the other man’s proficiency.

However, there were problems that came with living with another person. They got on each other’s nerves quite a lot.

“Goddammit! Did you eat my snacks again?!” Chester demanded, storming into the living room. 

Benrey didn’t even look up from the stream he was doing. He was speedrunning the original Metroid again to try and beat his previous time. 

“I live here too, so they’re my snacks too,” he replied. 

“I put my name on them!” Chester waved the empty chip bag, pointing at his initials written in permanent marker on the front. 

Benrey fell silent and Chester could tell from the way his posture shifted that he did feel a bit bad about it. That didn’t mean Chester wasn’t going to let him off, though.

“If you keep eating my snacks, I’m putting them on the top shelf,” Chester said, a smirk spreading across his features.

Immediately, Benrey paused his game and looked back at Chester with horror and rage in his eyes. 

“You wouldn’t dare,” he whispered. 

“I would.” Chester’s smirk widened. 

Upon getting out of the game, both Chester and Benrey had discovered that the body of Branden Hansen was short. Benrey was not happy about this, especially since Chester’s physical transformation had left him a bit taller than he’d previously been. 

Benrey narrowed his eyes. “You’re a monster, Donny. A monster.”

“Yeah, well, I’m a monster who’s going to protect his snacks.” Chester folded his arms.

Benrey huffed, turning back to his game. Chester couldn’t help but smile a little. Benrey made it far too easy to push his buttons. Then again, though, he certainly gave as good as he got. He knew exactly how to push Chester’s buttons right back.

“Hey, the chat’s asking if you’re gonna stream the Science Team in Sims anytime soon,” Benrey remarked as Chester started to leave. 

Chester lit up, scrambling over to get into view of the web cam on the computer. He nearly fell over the couch in doing so. Benrey scooted over so Chester could take center stage. 

“Okay. So. I’ve been doing a lot of work with them,” he said. “Especially with Tommy and some of his science experiments. And I’m making a lot of progress too!” 

Benrey watched as Chester chattered on, a gentle smile on his face. Chester may have changed quite a bit, but he was still the giant dork he’d always been.

#hlvrai #half life vr but the ai is self aware #fanfiction #eternal stream au

[agentmanatee]

AOS 30 Day Challenge

Day 11: Favorite villian: AIDA/Madame Hydra/Ophelia

Mallory Jansen did a phenomenal job portraying AIDA's dark journey to becoming human, or her ideal of human. AIDA had a confused innocence that saw the world as black and white and took Radcliffe's explanations (eg, why Fitz lied to May about her) at face value, which ultimately leads to her killing her creator. Madame Hydra was AOS's Oedipus; she killed her father/patriarchal figure and "married" her mother/ "gentle parent" figure. Radcliffe stored her in a closet and programmed her to feel pain while Fitz treated her like a person and showed caring/kindness; it's no wonder she villianised one creator and emulated love with the other.

She took Radcliffe's control over her and applied it to the team interpretting her programming to great effect. She exerted complete control over the world by taking on the highest position in it: Madame Hydra, the commander of Hydra. She placed everyone where she needed them to be. Coulson, with nothing to fight for, teaches Hydra ideology. May is completely dedicated to serving Hydra from the guilt that rescuing Katya killed so many. Mack is out of the way raising his daughter in fear of Hydra. Jeffrey is an appropriate foe keeping their attention away from her. Jemma was conveniently removed from the picture altogether. And Fitz. Poor Fitz was the one manipulated the most. She removed the positive influence of his mother by having his father take him when he was 10 ("Perhaps I should have left you with your mother?"). She also made sure to replace Jemma woth herself at the Academy. Fitz admitted to Donny that his time at the academy was difficult before befriending Jemma, so beong under his father's thumb this time would have made him particularly vulnerable. It's easy to guess that Ophelia was the one to recruit him and his father to Hydra.

She wanted to be human, to feel joy and love, to have a soul; but she did not want all of the pain and suffering that comes with being human. This is very obvious in the Framework arc with having the study of Inhuman powers as part of her Project Mirrorglass. She didn't only want a human body, she wanted it protected from pain and easily able to defend itself or escape. I do think she was emulating Radcliffe's transhumanist idea of the ideal human as Ophelia.

Poor Ophelia, who had the complex and intense and sudden emotions thrust upon her, had no idea how to handle them. She thought she could continue the relationship she Framework-established with Fitz in the real world, not taking into account how completely different memories and persona in this world. She didn't truly grasp the concept of empathy; she sought to be capable "of being loved" after Fitz's speech about empathy. This makes an interesting parallel to Fitz saving the crew in s6 ("It's about being able to look [a woman] in the eyes again"). For Ophelia, saving the team would mean earning Fitz's love; for Fitz saving the crew would mean deserving Jemma's love (in his mind as it would absolve his guilt for putting them in that situation). There's a fine line of difference there, but the difference in meaning is substantial.

Ophelia also didn't understand that his love of her and indifference to Jemma in the Framework would not carry over once he returned to his real life with his real memories. She actually thought he wouldn't love Jemma anymore and all of that love would transfer to her. She still didn't understand the complexities of human emotion; it's as if she thought replacing Jemma in the Framework would mean replacing Jemma in the real world. Of course it was a shock to her that he still loved Jemma. That's no excuse for going on a murderous, world-domination rampage. Even toddlers don't try to kill when I'm a rage; they just bite, kick, scream, hit, or tear (unlike Ophelia they do not understand the pain they can cause). Of course, Ophelia was always fated to go dark being made from the Darkhold by the Dark Dimension. She was doomed before she even had a body.

Her rampage throughout the destroyed Playground was out of a horror movie. She basically expressed her intentions to rape Fitz and tried to kidnap him, when that failed she used Lincoln's powers to escape containment and teleported around the base leaving bodies in her wake. She managed to fuel distrust the military already had of Shield. Fitz's panic was palpable, and May's terror when Fitz reminded her of the purpose of the Inhuman experiments shows just what a formidable enemy Ophelia is. May doesn't show fear of anything, but she did here. Until Ghostrider showed up, I had no idea how they would have any hope of defeating her. She also brought about the cause of Coulson's death if you needed anymore reason to hate her.

AIDA's quest for humanity served as her downfall, but it also revealed humanity's darker side brilliantly. Aida had no way of comprehending the pain and suffering that being human entailed nor the joys, wonders, and growth that makes it worth going through pain. We've seen how grief has shaped all of our characters for better (the team throughout the seasons) or worse (Ward, Jiaying, Cal, etc); Aida was a highlight of the worst we can do with our grief. She is also my favorite MCU villian hands-down.

#30aos #aos 30 day challenge #favorite villian #aos s4 #aida #madame hydra #ophelia

[tmntxreader-fics]

TMNT React to Military S/O Coming Home

@mallory-lawson23 asked: Could you write a turtles x reader imagine where the reader is in the military and they’ve just come home from being deployed for almost 2 years?

The previous part to this can be found here 

Gender Neutral/Race Neutral Reader

Warnings: Cursing, mention of military and contents of war, angst if you squint? (probably a shit load of typos) also super long so it’s under the cut.

LEONARDO: 

The leader in blue has developed a system. 

He would like to say it works; that for the past eighteen months his coping method has been effective in blocking out negative thoughts that all revolve around you. However, if he were to say that, he would be outright lying. 

Leonardo conjured the solution of simply sitting down and meditating whenever his mind wandered over your safety. No matter where he is, the second his thinking starts to divert to darker thoughts- he sits. It doesn’t help. He can still imagine your screams of pain, the rain of gunfire; he even hears his name lingering on your lips, said with your dying breath. 

This time though, as he sits in the middle of the dojo, he doesn’t imagine your screams. He hears you whisper his name. It sounds so inexplicably real that he can’t help but frown when he hears his name called again. You don’t sound distressed but you sound closer than his imagination could ever allow.  

Then he feels it, a gentle touch on his shoulder that makes his eyes fly open and rest on you. 

There are no words to explain the sensations that Leo is feeling as he takes in your watery gaze. The smile you flash is wobbly at best but the laugh you attempt is an outright sob. He is frozen for a long moment, trying to discern whether he has truly lost his mind; but when your hand rests on either side of his face he grips you with wide eyes. Immediately, he embraces you, cerulean gaze set over your shoulder; afraid that if he so much as blinks the illusion will dissipate and he will be left alone once more with empty arms. “You’re back,” his voice is a broken whisper, vulnerable and small.

“I’m back,” you whimper, burying your face into the crook of his neck and allowing your tears to kiss his skin. 

Your smell, your touch, your voice, your presence, you are overwhelming his senses and he swears that he will never again allow you to leave his side. “You’re back,” he repeats, voice choked as his fingers tighten against your body. 

“I’m back.” 

RAPHAEL: 

He promised himself that he wouldn’t cry when you returned. 

He vowed that he would stand strong and simply express his love for you later on in private like a 'real man' would. As the date began to near he had even started to lecture himself, staring down his reflection in the mirror and muttering, 'a real man wouldn't fucken cry. So you ain't gonna do that shit, okay?'

He'd respond to his own scolding with a nod; then, like clock-work, approximately thirty seconds later he'd cringe at his own stupidity.

Now, Raph is keenly aware of the fact that these pep talks were not actually preparing him for your appearance. Deep down, he knows that he would melt the instant you were in his line of sight. All the embarrassing mirror-side lectures, they were really supposed to motivate him to keep himself together until the arrival.

You haven't responded in days. Not to any of his texts, calls, letters or emails- nothing. Absolute radio silence, the only kind of quiet that could drive him to give himself a pep-talk in the mirror every morning just so he doesn't break.

You had arrived into New York airspace a day ahead of schedule. Rather than return to your apartment to rest after the flight, you had decided that Raphael was your number one priority the second the wheels hit the runway. 

Upon entering the lair, you’re surprised when the first turtle you see happens to be the resident muscle. You had been expecting Mikey, almost already visualizing the laid back turtle draped along the sofa, comically imitating a pampered Greek god. 

Instead, you observe your boyfriend with a soft snort of amusement. Raphael is racing along the space of the living room, frantically picking up various miscellaneous items that had been strewn along the floor throughout the day. 

“Gotta be clean, gotta be clean, gotta be clean,” was the mantra that you could barely hear being muttered beneath the frazzled terrapins breath. At this, you couldn’t help but let out a loud chuckle. Distracted, he doesn’t turn to face you; instead, he simply replies with a stressed cry, “just shut up and help me!” 

With an amused quirk of your lips, you drag your bags to the bottom of the steps and drop them loudly. Finally, his head snaps upwards and his gaze meets your own. 

He had promised himself that he wouldn’t cry when you returned.

He had vowed that he would stand strong and simply express his love for you later on in private like a 'real man' would. 

This was his oath. But in that moment, as he abandons his janitorial mission and scrambles across the space between you both, he very quickly remembers that he’s never been one for societal expectations and he sure as hell was not going to start now. 

And so, as his arms wrapped around you in an embrace he could only dream of for months, he sobbed. 

DONATELLO: 

He couldn’t sleep.

He’d throw himself into his work as a result of this but it didn’t distract him; if anything it ailed him further.  

He couldn’t focus.

HIs mind would drift during an attempt to solve a simple equation.

He couldn’t trust his hands to remain steady when performing a mechanical surgery on his experiments.

He became an empty husk of who he used to be.

You were late. 

You had been scheduled to arrive two weeks ago, you had kept him updated on your entire schedule; even making sure to give regular confirmation. He had been excited. A few days before your supposed arrival you had given him nothing but radio silence. And the day after. And again. Fourteen days later he still scrambles for his communicator the second he wakes up from a fitful hour long nap. 

Now, after exhausting every possible method of reaching you and failed attempts of contacting the army for information; he was terrified. Then that foreboding feeling of helplessness made itself known throughout the days to keep him company. There was nothing he could do, no further action he could take in order to bring you home or give him peace of mind. It was as if he was leaving your fate up to a coin toss; no predictability or reliability, just luck. 

He had even begun to pray. He prayed to whoever was listening, any deity that would take a chance on this hidden mutant and give him a reprieve- give him you. 

Almost a month later, as you walked into the lair, the brothers had looked at you as if they were seeing a ghost rather than a person. When they led you to Donatello, you were stunned. The lab was spotless. Everything organized into his preferred categorical ordering and there wasn’t a stray instrument left upon the benches. 

While any other person would have thought this was a positive thing, you knew otherwise. Donatello lived in organized chaos; he didn’t have the time or patience to clean when he knew where everything was anyway. You see his figure hunched in the corner, re-stocking a cabinet and you grimace at his slow movements. As if he were stalling. 

“Donnie?” Your voice was soft but it carried across the room. He froze and with stiff shoulders, he remained quiet. You said his name again, gently putting down your bags and approaching him. At the second call it’s as if he had come to his senses. He shot up from the floor, standing to his full height before whirling around to face you. Whispering your name, he barely took a second to look you over before he raced forward to greet you, scooping you into a bear hug. 

You groaned, your elation stalled by the pressure placed on your wounds. As if he had been burned, Donatello drops you instantly. Finally taking a moment to appraise you, eyes narrowing when he’s met with healing wounds spanning all over your body. 

“I.E.D.” You muttered with a sad smile. You wanted to tell him what had happened but the words lodged themselves firmly in your throat. You had been on your way back to base with your unit when an I.E.D went off by the rear-right end of your truck. After two years of kinship and seeming invulnerability, it took less than a second for tight-knit unit of 5 to be reduced to 2. You and the other survivor had been hospitalized for almost a month. 

Donatello’s gaze softened, recognizing your fragile state and slowly he pulled you back into a gentle embrace, careful to avoid your wounds. With his fingers stroking your head in an attempt to comfort, he looked up towards the laboratory ceiling. Despite the morbid circumstances, the wry smile that made it’s way to his mouth was inevitable. At least one of the 330.5 million religious deities had listened to his prayer.  He couldn’t help but snort. 

MICHELANGELO: 

He had marked this day on his calendar. 

Of course, he hadn’t actually had a calendar beforehand so he spent about a week creating one that he knew he would only use to track one date. 

Lo and behold, that day had come. 

To Mikey, it had felt like a lifetime of riding an emotional rollercoaster. When you had first left he could only describe the way he felt like an emptiness; the fact that you weren’t around meant that he didn’t have to hold the facade. Of course, he was supportive of you; anything that you had ever wanted to do he would do nothing but support you if that was what your heart desired. 

But, this time... 

The second you left the lair for the final time, he was shattered. Mikey wished he had dissuaded you from leaving, he wished he had just disagreed with you and tried to get you to stay.

The first few months had been hell. Since it was so early in your deployment you and your regiment were focused on settling in and adjusting to the rigorous training. There was hardly time for you to contact Mikey and sometimes you would go weeks without contact. 

Eventually, it settled and you both would have a steady line of communication throughout the fortnight. Despite this, your absence put a dampener on his mood. It wasn’t that you were just gone on vacation or had moved away, it was that you were placed directly in the line of fire.

 Sometimes he wondered if this is how you had felt whenever he went out on patrol and forgot to check in. He made a mental note, (that he would undoubtedly forget within 5 minutes), to keep you updated constantly during his missions and patrol shifts. 

As the day began to reach its peak, he could barely contain his excitement. He was bouncing off the walls, down the halls and through the rooms. None of his brothers would dare reprimand him, not today. They knew the feeling of waiting for their loved one to return home and none of them, not even Raph, would take away from the buzzing excitement his brother was experiencing. 

The second you walk through the lair, you’re barely given a second to say anything before you’re basically tackled. 

“Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God,” Mikey mutters, holding you against him in a suffocative bear hug. You’d have hugged him back if your arms weren’t pinned to your side tightly. 

“Mikey,” you squeak. 

“No, no, no; You’re never going again. Like, never. I know I’m supposed to be supportive- which, I am! I totally am, baby, I just can’t do that again. I will literally come with you if you have to go back, I don’t give a fu-” Mikey barely takes a breath before you cut him off with a kiss. 

“I’m not leaving,” you murmur as he turns his head to gasp for air, reminding himself to breathe between sentences next time. 

When he turns to face you, you can’t help but reciprocate the goofy grin that’s etched all over his features. 

“So, not to break the mood but can you put me down? You’re kinda suffocating me here,” you try to shrug but find that you can’t move your shoulders either. He loosens his grip enough for you to comfortably breathe but he doesn’t let you down, the grin on his face widening with mischief. 

“Well,” he starts, flicking his eyes across the room casually. “Guess you’re gonna have to just suffocate ‘cos trust me when I say that you ain’t going nowhere for a loooong while.” 

With a flirty wink, he whisks you further into the lair- suspiciously carrying you in the direction of his bedroom... 

#TMNT #tmnt 2014 #tmnt 2012 #tmnt 2016 #tmnt donatello #tmnt raphael #tmnt leonardo #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt donatello x reader #tmnt raphael x reader #tmnt leonardo x reader #tmnt michelangelo x reader #tmnt donnie x reader #tmnt mikey x reader #tmnt raph x reader #tmnt leo x reader #tmnt 2018