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thedepthsoffandomminds · 7 months

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The subtleties of the force part five- final

You are from this world, but at a convetion you stumble into the world between worlds, eventually falling into the Star Wars galaxy. Slow burn Anakinxreader content due to reader trying to keep the timeline straight.This is a long one, as I had put all chapters below so strap in. Begins at the start of AOTCFem reader, I hope you enjoy.

Convention lines were always long and this one had been no different. Alone once more you stepped forward, hesitation and excitement fighting for dominance in your stomach. In your hand you held a pile of promotional headshots, actors from a movie you had loved for years. You had always dreamed that one day you might find that your own father was a great hero and not the man who abandoned your mother and you. It had not happened yet so you supposed it never would. Looking down at your hands you could see the beginnings of age creeping over you, age spots covered the slowly thinning skin. Were you really closing in on your fifties? No family to rely on, no one there when you needed a friend, nothing. You'd lived an empty life. A staff member whose face seemed blurred in some way ushered you forward allowing you to step up to the celebrities. A pair of brown eyes met yours and you felt a twinge of sadness.

"Y/n?" Natalie Portman narrowed her eyes on you. You ignored the use of your name, took the picture back from her and moved on.

Ewan McGregor took your next picture and signed his name across it before looking up at you.

"Y/n? What?" His voice sounded miles away and you stepped away once more.

"Mother?" The voice of Mark Hamill caught your attention but that word didn't make sense, you must have heard it wrong. Were you dressed in cosplay? You check but no, you're in simple jeans. You can see the person you wanted to meet the most at the end of the line and you walked. A trance falling over you as people called out to you. Hayden Christensen looked up, his blue eyes catching yours. Panic filled him and you wondered if you were doing something wrong. He was rounding the tables and coming toward you. Hands grabbed your shoulders and dragged you away. Hayden reaches for you but misses your hand.

"Hmmm, her mind is confused. It will be hard to push our way in." The grand inquisitor huffed.

"Maybe we should take her straight to the Emperor?" Reva, the third sister suggested.

The two looked at each other, a conversation continuing in their minds.

The larger man turned once more to your body, placing his hand over your head.

"Perhaps I can at least clear her mind a little before we reach him"

Reva nods.

Everything stopped. The lights of the city, the noise of people, are all gone. You knelt holding your arms around your body in a dark room. You knew there was nothing there, no doors, no windows, no furniture. You know you need to keep everything locked away, pretend like you are nothing. The feeling of denticles wriggling through your mind comes again, slowly turning into the scratching of spiders.

'You will find nothing.' You spit out the words.

A cold wind whips around you and snow appears below you. Reaching out you touch the snow, feeling your fingers beginning to freeze. What place could be this cold? No place on Earth, illium perhaps or Florium, Both? You had never been to Both, so it could not be in your mind. This place was not a memory but knowledge. Your body is flung backwards.

Children are playing, not your children. No this is a street on Earth. Your street. Children are running by you in the summer heat. Turning away from them you see your home, a tall house with many levels, each an apartment. A hand slides into yours and you turn to see Anakin beside you.

"I know you haven't been here for a long time, y/n, but don't worry it's just while we're shooting this film." He kisses the side of your head and you feel soothed. Wait…did he say shooting a film?

"Sure, Anakin." You try out the name, he laughs with his whole body.

"You're going to call me that the whole time aren't you?" His smile was hard to ignore.

"As long as you let me." You say. He begins to lead you up the steps when you feel something off. Your feet feel too light, like you aren't walking on the paving slabs.

'This isn't real' you think, pulling your hand from his and spinning you're back in the dark empty room. No, it's not empty any more. There is a man, his skin is white, and eyes are yellow. The Grand Inquisitor. He cannot see you, his hand is hovering above something you cannot see. You feel your lightsaber in your hand and you approach him. In silence you place the hilt against his back.

"Stay out of my mind." You hiss and ignite your blade. The purple colour bursting from his chest.

The Grand Inquisitor stumbles back. A hole burned through his body. He drops to his knees and falls down. Reva, steps to him.

"Dead? She killed you from inside her mind."

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"Is Luke okay?" Leia asks her father, bending down to hug him from behind. Anakin sat in the pilot seat of the millennium falcon.

"The Droids say he is fine. The whimper got him good but he's a Skywalker, we're a hard bunch to kill." He pats his daughter's hand.

"We'll find her, father. We'll find all of them."

He smiles at her, "how did you become so smart?"

"I got it from my mother." She grinned, winking at him.

"Heh, yeah you did. She'd never do what we are though."

"I'm not going home without my family. Han found Luke, so now we're going to find mother." Leia kept her face stoic as she spoke.

"That you get from me." Anakin smiled.

"So what are we going to do?" She asks

"The only thing left to do. I was supposed to be the chosen one, bring balance to the force. So let's go kill the Sith."

Leia thought for a moment, pressing her lips together.

"Do you think that's what it means?" She asked.

"What else could it mean?"

"Well, forever there have been Jedi and Sith, at least two on each side. That's pretty balanced but what if, dad, what if it means that force users should be balanced?"

Anakin turned himself fully round to face his daughter.

"I know it sounds crazy but what if the only way to defeat the Emperor is by letting go. Use both sides of the force?"

"I don't…you know a long time ago, when your mother and I met we sat in the old temple one night. Your mother told me things about the force that I and none of the Jedi had ever known or thought of. It was her who showed us that love could be used for good, before we weren't allowed attachments, possession was forbidden for fear that it would lead to the darkside. Now we use our love to strengthen the light."

"Sounds similar to me. Mum is always saying that you shouldn't give in to your anger and that's true but what if we used it, just a little."

Anakin nodded.

"You might be onto something. Here, take over, I need to make contact with Obi-Wan." Anakin jumped from his chair and ran to the back rooms. Chewie had fallen asleep on the round booth chair which made Anakin laugh to himself as he passed him.

—----

Obi-Wan couldn't shake the feeling that something was about to go wrong. Over the years he had learned to trust his Padawan, his reckless ideas almost always worked out. Yet, now there were two more reckless Skywalkers to contend with.

"Look, I do not disbelieve or distrust your idea, I only wish to convey caution in all matters. Mace and Y/n are the only two Jedi who have been able to use their fear and anger to strengthen their abilities. Be mindful Anakin, at all times."

"I will be Master."

The hologram faded away.

"Time to save mum?"

Luke asked, his wild blue eyes glinting under the lights of the machinery.

"Let's go get mum." Anakin repeated, clapping his son on the back and pulling his daughter along behind by her hand.

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Your eyes open, only to close again against the pain in your head. The room around you seemed familiar somehow. The same feeling you continued to get becoming more and more irritating.

"AHH, Madam Skywalker, lovely to have you here." The voice scratched your ears.

"Palpatine." You reply, looking at him with no respect for his self appointed title. Palpatine visabally grits his teeth at you.

"I am glad you could finally find your way out of whatever mind dungeon you had shut yourself in."

You roll your eyes.

"Oh yes, it's a decided displeasure to be in your acquaintance as always." You give him a fake grin. An Inquisitor steps forward and slaps you with the back of his gloves hand.

"You will not speak to the Emperor in such a manner." He growled. Palpatine raised his hand and gestured for him to step away.

"Not to worry, y/n will know her place soon. Your mind has given me plenty. Poor little girl, lost in her world not meant to be there. The force found you and you pulled you to exactly where you needed to be. Now, you will be mine, my apprentice."

"Ha! No way." You laugh. Palpatine steps closer to you, his face mere inches from your own, you can see the deformation of his skin below his hood. You feel and smell his rancid breath on your skin. His yellow eyes bore into yours.

"For some time now my new obsession has been you, y/n. How did a person appear from nowhere and become the strongest force wielder we have ever seen. How is it the Force could travel so far and pull you here? You must know."

You swallow and take a deep breath.

"I have been here for over twenty years, if the force has a higher meaning for me, I think we'd know it by now. Also toothpaste is a thing."

"AHH yes, make jokes all you like, you will bend to my will." He snarled.

"I didn't turn then, none of us will turn now."

He laughed, cackled in your face.

"Oh once I've turned you, Anakin and your children will follow easily."

You roll your eyes and sigh, hoping it would convert every ounce of contempt you had for him.

Heavy boots echo as they approach, too loud for the quiet room. The officer speaks to the Inquisitor who glanced nervously at you.

"My Lord Emperor, the rebels and the Jedi are here."

"Then shoot them all down, but let the Skywalkers come to me." Palpatine kept his eyes on you as he spoke.

"It seems they already are here, on the planet. They have made contact with the Natives."

Palpatine's smile became impossibly wider.

"Here they come, time for you to choose Skywalker."

"I would rather die."

"Then you will, and they will turn."

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Han Solo, Chewie, Anakin, Leia and Luke crouch behind trees and rocks looking at a set of troopers. Troopers with black uniforms and red flashings. They stand between several speeder bikes.

"Chewie and I will take care of this. You stay here.." Han whispers to the others.

"Quietly there might be more of them out there." Luke warns his friend.

"Hey it's me." He grins and moves away from the group.

"That's what we're afraid of." Anakin quips, winking at his daughter. Han creeps toward a trooper pulling out his gun. A twig snaps below his foot and the trooper turns. Han manges to punch him and a fight breaks out between them. Two troopers jump on speeders and rush off. Luke has only a second to register both his father and sister leaping forward onto speeders.

"Leia, dad!" He just manages to jump.on to Leia's speeder and keep hold as she pulls away. Anakin laughs as he speeds through the trees. A different climate but it felt just like the pod racing of his childhood.

The two teens took on one trooper managing to knock him from his course and smash into a tree. Anakin was enjoying the race a little too much. Toying with the trooper, he would pull up alongside him only to disappear between the trees again. Fear radiated off the nameless soldier as he tried his communications router. There was nothing but static.

Anakin appeared alongside him once more, a smile dancing upon his face as he drew his lightsaber. The trooper had no chance to react as the blade sliced through the front of the speeder and he landed in an explosion against a tree. Anakin laughed, and his children drew up beside him.

"What are we doing? Going back for the others or heading in?" Leia called to him.

"What do you say Luke?" Anakin asked.

"Let's go get her!"

They pull up the bikes and jump off them, not wanting to alert any more troopers to their presence. By foot they ran through the trees till they could see the base.

"Imperial architecture is hardly imaginative." Leia rolls her eyes.

"Well when you're a senator in the new republic you can order it all made pretty." Luke laughed.

"Alright kids, remember your training, quickly and quietly."

The twins nod to their father and move out.

The troopers and droids outside the base were little work for the three Jedi. Luke crouched next to a trooper and pulled his helmet off.

"They aren't clones." He announced.

"Count Dooku destroyed Camino a long time ago, I doubt anyone else knows how to clone people." Anakin explained as he tinkered with a battle droid.

"What are you doing?" Leia asked him.

"Nothing like a little confusion to distract the enemy." Anakin said as he pulled wires around.

"You're rewiring it." She nodded, "I'll get the door." Leia ran over to the base and started pressing buttons. The combination to the door was long but not complicated and by the time Anakin was done with the droid the doors slid open.

They directed the droid inside before slipping by and turning in the opposite direction.

The halls were dark, normal imperial interior design of black walls and tiny red lights, decorated their path through the base. The trio hadn't seen any officers, soldiers or troops for some time when Anakin stopped in his tracks.

"This is a trap." He whispered to his children, "Luke go down a level, Leia into the vents, both of you stay hidden, we'll go in the same direction and find your mother. Stay hidden until I give you a signal."

The twins agree and run off to their specified places as Anakin squared his shoulders, dropped his brown cloak to the floor and marched forward.

The closer he got to the centre of the building the colder it grew, air blew out of his mouth in clouds of vapour. He could hear you somewhere inside, your low grunts of pain emitting through the walls. Though he desperately wanted to charge in and destroy whoever was hurting you he knew he needed to be more calculated. Steadying his breathing Anakin used the force to open the final door. Turning to him the Emperor plunged his crimson sabre through your body. You cried out for your husband, feeling the heat sever your spinal cord. He drops you to the ground and you hit your chin.

"Ahh at last, we meet again. Are you ready now, my boy?"

Anakin smiled. He did not care about the Inquisitors that circled him.

"Thank you, Emperor, you have given me exactly what I need." Anakin's eyes flashed yellow for a moment as he spoke and felt his body full with new power. Ignoring his sabre he charged forward. Behind him Leia dropped from the vents cutting down one of the inquisitors before Luke emerged from below. The battle went on around you as you struggled to keep yourself awake. A pair of hands touched your shoulders and you spun your face round.

"Cody, you're okay?"

"I sure am madam Skywalker. Let's get you out of here." He grinned, pulling at you.

"I can't walk." You force out. Cody lifts you into his arms and runs for the exit, dodging and weaving through the fighting force users.

"How did you escape?" You ask him, arms clinging around his neck.

"I was only clipped.in the shoulder ma'am, your son found me in a cell." He hits the door with his boots hoping it would open.

Looking over his shoulder you see the last inquisitor fall limp to the ground, his head rolling away. Your two children stood triumphant above their enemies.

"You played it wrong, Palpatine. Hurting my wife doesn't make me weak." Anakin held his adversary around the neck with the force.

"Yes, good, give into your anger." Palpatine hissed out the words.

"I don't need to." Anakin laughed, clenching his fingers as if they were clamped around the Emperor's neck.

The Emperor let out his own strangled laugh and pointed his fingers toward Anakin. Blue lightning burst out of them and struck Anakin. He faulted slightly, taking a step back but holding himself still. Luke and Leia ran up behind him putting their hands on their father's shoulders.

"I am the Empire, the galaxy and the Sith." Palpatine growled.

"And we are the Jedi and the Force." They spoke in unison, the two children bringing their hands up in front of them. You closed your eyes and called out to any Jedi who could hear you.

Around the galaxy, within each system force users heard your voice. They stood and closed their eyes, focusing in on the room. Power surged through the trio. A beam of golden light shone from their hands and engulfed the Emperor. Red and blue sparked from all around them as the Emperor's skin peeled from his body. Slowly he faded into nothing. A mass of robes and dust fell to the ground.

Your husband and children dropped to their knees.

"What was that?" Luke asked.

"I don't know but it worked." Anakin said standing up. He turns to you and rushes to your side.

"Take her, General. The men and I will get this all cleaned up." Cody passed you over to Anakin, the pain in your back spasmed with their movements but your legs dangled limply. Leia told Cody to put the Emperor's remains in a box and seal it away.

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Immediately after the rescue of you and the galaxy Senator Organa is given the role of Chancellor and begins to build a new republic senate. It would take years to rebuild the trust amongst the planets and the people but they were finally willing to put in the time.

All imperial buildings were demolished to make way for rehabilitation centres.

The Mandalorians returned to their home world, the Clone troopers were given full citizenship of any planet they chose, free to live a normal life.

And the Jedi?

The Jedi were gone, at least the order that had once been known. A new way had begun, the Skywalkers taught everyone how to use both sides of the force, to create a balanced life.

Though the healers and medic droids had tried they could never fully repair your spinal cord. Though you could walk and move about it was often short lived and used much of your focus to do. Anakin insisted on always being by your side, you didn't mind one bit. Sometimes at night you would dream of the life you left behind, a life of loneliness. You traded that life each time for the one you have now.

Though many of the old Jedi slowly grew old and died you relished on seeing the new council ascend. Obi-Wan became grandmaster after Yoda became one with the force. You, Anakin, Ahsoka and an extremely skilled young man, called Cal, held seats alongside him.

One year after the Empire's defeat you watched as Anakin walked Leia down the aisle, followed soon by the birth of her son with Han Solo. Ben was a beautiful boy, the image of his father and the spirit of his mother. He was followed by a brother three years later, baby Anakin's blue eyes shone just as bright as his namesake.

Luke two found love with Mara Jade, mandalorian born with skills unmatched by so many in the force. Two more grandchildren blessed your life Jacen and Jaina.

Anakin and you slowly grew older until you decided it was time to retire from the council, and live a quiet life. You watched your grandchildren grow into adults, Ben found a girl, lost in the deserts of Jakku.

You saw it the moment you met her, though you would never tell a soul of her ancestry. Rey quickly became a part of a family and gave you a great granddaughter who named after you.

Finally sixty years after your arrival, forty years after the emperor's demise you and Anakin laid down once more beside each other.

Anakin held you in his arms and you kissed him one last time in your corporeal bodies before both of you became one with the force. Content and happy and together with the force finally, truly balanced across the universe. At least it would be for the next three thousand years. The republic would thrive until amongst the depths of Moraband a spark would ignite. A child would be born and the saga of the Skywalkers would begin again.

The end.

An - Hey, I have used names from the Legends cannon in this part though swapping parentage to accommodate the current Cannon as well. I decided on a happy ending for the galaxy.

Hope you all enjoyed the story. Thank you so much for coming along this journey with me.

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scotianostra · 3 months

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Happy Birthday Scottish actor Ewen Bremner, born January 23rd 1972 in Edinburgh.

Bremner has worked with many of the most respected directors in world cinema, including Danny Boyle, Mike Leigh, Ridley Scott, Joon-Ho Bong, Werner Herzog and Woody Allen. Hen has established himself by creating unique characters in critically acclaimed films, as well as going toe to toe with many of Hollywood's biggest stars.

Ewen had worked widely in theatre, television, and film for years before being cast in his breakout role in Trainspotting, by Oscar-winning director Danny Boyle. He was the first to be cast in the role of Mark Renton in Edinburgh's Traverse Theatre production but lost out to Ewan McGregor in the film version, instead he was handed the role of Spud Murphy and earned screen immortality with his character's infamous "speed fuelled" job interview scene.

Prior to Trainspotting, Bremner gave a striking performance in Mike Leigh's Naked, fellow Scot Susan Vidler played his girlfriend Maggie in this excellent film.

In 1999, Bremner received critical acclaim for his portrayal of a schizophrenic man living with his dysfunctional family in Harmony Korine's Julien, Donkey-Boy. Filmed strictly in accordance with the ultra-realist tenants of Lars Von Trier's Dogma 95 movement and starring opposite Werner Herzog, Bremner played Julien its eponymous hero, requiring him to assume an American accent. He then worked with director Michael Bay in his high-profile 2001 war film Pearl Harbor, proving his versatility once again by portraying the role of a wholeheartedly patriotic American soldier fighting in WWII. The following year, he stepped back into fatigues for a supporting role in Ridley Scott's Black Hawk Down, while rounding out the next several years with roles in high-profile Hollywood releases such as The Rundown, Disney's Around the World in 80 Days), AVP: Alien vs. Predator, Woody Allen's Match Point, the comedy Death at a Funeral directed by Frank Oz, and Fool's Gold starring Matthew McConaughey and Kate Hudson.

This past few of years proved to be a busy when Bremner was invited to join the DC Universe in the Zack Snyder-produced feature Wonder Woman, directed by Patty Jenkins, co-starring Gal Gadot and Chris Pine. Ewen also reprised his unforgettable role as Spud in the highly-anticipated sequel to Danny Boyle's cult classic, T2: Trainspotting

Bremner appeared in the TNT Drama Series Will with Shekhar Kapur. The series told the story of the lost years of young William Shakespeare after his arrival to London in 1589 but only lasted one season. Other notable film credits include Woody Allen's You Will Meet a Tall Dark Stranger, Perfect Sense starring again alongside Ewan McGregor, Great Expectations, Jack the Giant Slayer, and Snowpiercer starring alongside Chris Evans and Tilda Swinton. Further credits include Exodus: Gods and Kings, Wide Open Spaces, Mojo, Mediator, Faintheart, Hallam Foe, Sixteen Years of Alcohol, and Snatch.

In television, Ewen has worked on many acclaimed productions including David Hare's Worriker trilogy starring Bill Nighy for BBC, Jimmy McGovern's Moving On and also his Australian mini-series Banished, Strike Back for Sky TV, Dominic Savage's Dive, the Dylan Thomas biopic, A Poet In New York and the adaptation of Day of the Triffids for the BBC. Other noteworthy series appearances include portraying legendary surrealist Salvador Dali in the U.K. television drama Surrealissimo: The Trial of Salvador Dali, and a guest spot on the successful NBC series, My Name is Earl, not to forget an early appearance in Taggart way back in 1990.

Latley Ewen has been one of a number of Scottish actors who are backing a campaign to reopen the Film House cinema in Edinburgh, he has a couple of projects on the go just now, Bluefish, which takes us around the globe to tell stories of people trying to break out of their bubbles of isolation, which I take to mean the Covid pandemic, he also has a film on the go called Roo, but there is nothing to report on that just now.

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hockeyboysimagines · 5 months

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A very Merry NHL Christmas

Warnings: Mild cursing, some sexual humor, talks of Christmas, Jesus and the holidays.

This was originally planned for last Christmas but ya girl had writers block. So enjoy this now. Let me know what you think!

Note: this is a small group of blurbs about all the couples currently in process on my Masterlist. This won’t include anyone who’s not currently being written about. Merry Christmas to all who celebrate, and happy holidays to the rest🤍

‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house, the kids were asleep, and Matthew and Brady were trying to get Keith into a Santa costume without laughing too loud.

Chantal had one hand over her mouth as she watched them struggle with the zipper before finally closing the suit, and adjusting Keith’s beard. Brady was red faced, and coughing to cover his laughter as Keith whipped around and glared at him, while Matthew had one hand braced on his knee, the other holding his side laughing openly.

“I’m never doing this again.” He grumbled as he stepped into the boots and straightened up looking for the sack of presents. The kids had set up a hidden camera earlier in hopes of catching a picture of Santa putting presents under the tree. Taryn was outside picking up the reindeer food they had left in the front yard and making hoof marks on the front walkway, the milk and cookies had been disposed of and Emma, who would be spending her first Christmas with them since they got married, was sprinkling sand by the front door because south Florida Santa had no snow to work with. Noticeably pregnant Hallie rubbed her hands together and smiled excitedly. Keith placed the presents under the tree, keeping his back to the camera.

“They’re going to love this.” Chantal said giving her hand a squeeze.

Matthew was smiling at her from the doorway as he watched his dad carefully set out gifts and made his way over. He glanced down at her baby bump and rested a hand on it.

“Merry Christmas in there.” He said softly rubbing it “Can’t wait to celebrate with you next year. And by that time someone else will be taking up your space.”

“Uh I don’t think so.” Hallie said shaking her head “This mama is done….for a little while.”

“How many fucking-freaking kids are you guys gonna have Jesus.” Brady said around a mouth full of Christmas cookie. They were all looking at them mildly interested and Hallie wasn’t really sure how to answer.

Matthew shrugged “I guess until I don’t get it done on the first try.”

Her face burned in embarrassment, and she couldn’t believe she had let him answer, but the others were laughing. He threw an arm around her shoulders “But who am I kidding, that won’t happen. I’m 3 for 3. A triple champ.”

“Yeah kind of like an ugly, skinny, Conor McGregor.” Brady said elbowing him.

That started a scuffle and Hallie crossed her arms shaking her head, eyes moving over their house. Over the pictures on the walls they’d amassed over their years together. The ones that started with just them, and then their family, and then their children. Over the decorations, and lights, and ornaments the kids made for them at school that hung on the tree. Her life was so full, so wonderful.

Taryn bumped her shoulder and smiled, eyes moving around before coming back to meet hers “So? Is it everything you hoped for?” She looped an arm around her waist.

She nodded, reaching an arm around her “It’s more than I hoped for.” And then she laughed when Matthew and Brady’s scuffle dissolved and he came over and grinned at her.

“If you don’t stop fighting with Brady you’ll end up on the naughty list, and you won’t get any presents.” She said, reaching forward to wrap her arms around him, as much as possible, with the baby bump in between them.

“The naughty list is more fun anyways. It’s how I became 3 for 3.”

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Music played softly in the background of Pierre’s apartment as snow fell outside. It was warm and cozy, the house smelled of cinnamon, and Mila and Pierre were snuggled on the sofa watching the snow fall.

“It’s so pretty.” Mila said off handedly, eyes following the flakes as they blanketed the ground below them, creating a fluffy white blanket on the ground.

“Not as pretty as you.”

She rolled her eyes and tilted her head up to look at him “Your so cheesy.”

“It’s all part of my appeal babe…which speaking of. I have something for you.” He nudged her so he could stand and disappeared around the corner and came back with a box.

“Here.” Pierre said handing it to her. It was long and rectangular shaped and she took it before looking at him.

“Didn’t I tell-“

“Oh shutup.” He said waving her off “Stop trying to police my spending habits on Christmas.”

She giggled and rolled her eyes “Okay Jesus.”

He held a hand up to his chest “Did you just take the lords name in vain…on his birthday?”

“Okay now you shutup.”

“Open it.” He said nudging his chin impatiently at her.

She pulled off the paper, which was no easy feet as it was wrapped like a car ran over it, and pulled out a long blue velvet box. Inside of it was a shining, glittery diamond bracelet.

“Pierre!” She said mouth falling open “This is-“

“Nope!” He held up a hand “It’s not too much. You are worth every single dollar I spent on that, which is none of your business before you ask.”

Mila bit her lip. It was gorgeous, platinum with what looked like a hundred tiny diamonds, held together by a small clasp with her initials on it.

“Well?” He was smiling widely “Do you like it?”

“Of course I like it.” she held it out to him so he could put it on. She turned her wrist so the light caught the diamonds and smiled a little before looking at him.

“Merry Christmas Mila.”

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“Wake up! It’s Christmas Eve!”

Vince felt a weight bounce across his bed, rip the covers off of him, and a body wriggle under the blankets, kicking him out of his warm spot.

Josie had come barreling in the room, smiling so wide it could light up a city’s worth of Christmas lights.

“Noooooo.” He groaned eyes closing again. He reached down and pulled the blankets up over his head, and then pulled her closer, leaning down to kiss her deeply but she pushed away from him and tapped him on the lips.

“Uh uh. Santa says no funny business on Christmas Eve until we do something fun!”

“Well Santa can-“

“Ah! None of that or you won’t get any presents!”

She jumped out of bed and pulled the covers off of him, pointing at a neatly folded pile of clothing, “Get dressed. We’re going somewhere.”

He sighed and rolled over with a groan, but when he saw the look on her face he sat up. She looked so excited, hands clasped under her chin as she stood in the doorway of his bedroom.

“Okay, okay I’m awake.”

She squeaked excitedly and bounced from the room, leaving him to get dressed and brush his teeth. She was bundled by the front door as he came around the corner.

“So where are we going?”

“You’ll see.”

10 minutes later, he was chuckling as they stood in front of an outdoor ice rink, and he knelt down to tie her skates. He finally got them tied, even though her legs were shaking in excitement and looked up at her.

“Do you even know how to skate?” He asked as he adjusted her leg warmer over the top of her skate and then did the same on the other one.

“Nope!” She said brightly, tapping him on the nose and standing, hands resting on her hips “That’s why you’re going to teach me.”

He helped her out on to the ice and stood facing her, gripping both of her hands in his. He skated backwards pulling her along. It was slow going and he was laughing as she went split legged a few times.

“Hang on. I have a better idea.” He skated around her and pressed himself against her back, arms coming to rest around her waist.

“Hang on.” He said lowly in her ear.

Josie smiled with excitement as he started moving, allowing her to just let her skates sit on the ice without having to do anything else. She closed her eyes and breathed in, the winter air stinging her skin.

“Having a good time?” he asked from behind her.

“Always when I’m with you. Are you having a good time?”

“Of course.” He slowed down a little and walked over her shoulder to kiss her cold cheek “Even though I’m doing all the work. Santa had better reward me with a great gift.”

Josie giggled to herself thankful for Christmas with Vince.

And thankful that he didn’t know, she really did know how to ice skate.

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“Smile!”

Mat snapped the picture of Leighton and Lucy in front of the tree and smiled.

“Beautiful.”

His first Christmas with his girls had been perfect. The entire month of December had been like something from a dream. Lucy had been to every possible Christmas event they could find on Long Island, often accompanied by her godparents, who were across town celebrating their first Christmas together. Snow angels, Christmas decorating, and even the first time she’d been in an ice rink had all happened in the part month and Mat’s heart felt so full it might burst.

“Let me see.” She squinted at the picture and smiled down at Lucy, who was looking more and more like her as she got older.

“Who’s that beautiful girl?”

He smiled down at them and stood up, setting his phone on the couch and picked up a box and went to hand it to Leighton.

“From Santa. I guess I’m not the only one who thinks you’re beautiful.”

She rolled her eyes and blushed, but pulled out a box and handed it to him. “Here open this first. I think you’re gonna love it.”

He sat on the sofa and pulled at the paper. It was small, enough to fit in his hand. The box was flat, with a cardboard lid and when he pulled it off he saw a blank sheet of paper that said “Pick me up.”

He glanced at her, to find her smiling brightly and she nodded “Go ahead.”

He gripped the paper and pulled, and from it another long sheet of paper fell like an accordion. He pulled it up to look at it and saw that it was t a sheet of paper.

It was a sonogram.

He whipped up his head to find that Leighton was now crying, cheeks red.

“Are you-Oh my god.” He reached forward to hug her, chin resting on her head.

“Are you happy?”

“More happy than I’ve ever been.”

She closed her eyes and breathed him in as he spoke again “This is the best Christmas gift I’ve ever gotten, and I love you.”

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“Is this dress to short?” Ginny asked turning in front of the mirror. Beau leaned out of the bathroom and grinned in a way that was not appropriate on any level, but especially not on Christmas.

“Yes. You should definitely wear it. Can’t wait to take it off later.” He leaned back in the bathroom.

She smiled and looked at her closet for shoes. The Islanders Christmas party was in a half and hour and they were running a little behind.

She’d been on time until he came into the bathroom and cracked a joke about opening a present, which turned out to be his jeans and the rest of it was a Christmas story for another time. But not the kind you read before bed.

He walked out of the bathroom looking better than he needed to in a pair of grey pants and a black button up. Ginny paused while she slipped a shoe on, eyes moving from his face to his feet and then back up. He winked and smiled at her.

“Not bad huh? But you’ve got me beat. WOW.” He said as he took in her red dress, and heels. It had been a little over six months and she continued to surprise him by outdoing herself. This was the first big holiday they were spending together and tomorrow she’d be meeting his parents.

He stood staring at her “You look beautiful.”

She smiled and blushed a little. Though she was used to a slew of compliments from him, and she knew he was always being genuine when he said them. But it still made her blush.

“Thank you.” She said softly, slipping into her shoes and turning back to the mirror.

“Are Mat and Leighton coming?”

She nodded and sat at her vanity to find earrings “Yes. She said she has something for me.”

“Like a gift?”

Ginny shrugged “I’m not sure. She just said it was something I would love.” She smiled a little as she poked an earring in her ear.

“You know what I love? That dress. Gosh.”

She rolled her eyes and shook her hair over her shoulder to put in her other earring “Why are you being so nice to me? Keep being too good and I won’t let you unwrap my present later on.”

His mouth fell open “I think it’s supposed to be the other way around. Only people on the nice list get to unwrap presents.”

Ginny smiled at him over her shoulder “I much prefer my present openers to be on the naughty side.”

Beau leaned on the doorway, smile as wide as it could possibly get “Best Christmas ever.”

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“Stop laughing.”

“I’m not!” Nash giggled from the ground.

Travis was up on a ladder hanging lights from the archway inside the living room of their new house. She’d insisted for weeks that she didn’t want any there, until she announced she was throwing a Christmas party, and then decided the house wasn’t festive enough, which meant she’d shoved a bunch of lights into his hands and told him to hang them.

“Oh come on!” He yelled as he turned the bulb on one of the strings and the rest went out. He’d been fighting with them for 10 minutes “One goes out, they all stay on. One goes on they all go out!”

“Well at least we know that if hockey doesn’t work out, you won’t have a career as an electrician.” She said from the bottom of the ladder with a shrug.

He glanced over his shoulder “Ha Ha. I’m glad you’re having fun down there.”

“Of course I am. The view is fantastic.” She said with a wink.

Travis chuckled and went back to hanging lights, finally getting them all lit “Finally.” He turned to find her smiling at the bottom of the ladder, hands on her waist “How does that look?”

She nodded and pursed her lips “Perfect. Thank you.”

He shrugged “Don’t thank me. It’s the least I could do. And it makes you happy so it’s a win in my book.”

He made his way down the ladder and pulled her into his arms “Besides. A good deed on Christmas always gets rewarded and I-“

But he was cut short when there was an electrical pop and every light in the house went dark.

“It’s not funny.”

“I’m not laughing. You can’t even see me.”

He grinned “I don’t need to.”

She sighed and he felt her arms slide around his waist “We could just stay here…in the dark I guess.”

“But then how would Santa find our house?” As he said that the lights all lit up at once just in time for him to see her smiled widely at him.

“Who cares? Nothing he could bring me would ever be a better gift that the one I have right here.”

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“Merry Christmas!” Sawyer yelled as she pulled open the door to find Nolan’s parents on the other side. She pulled them inside and out of the cold Winnipeg winter and into their cozy house that was full of friends and family.

Nolan was parked on a barstool at the counter watching Sawyer. She was having the absolute time of her life and just looking at her made him want to smile.

It had been a hard year. A hard few years actually but this one in particular had been rough. They’d had so much hope for Vegas and it had only been more of the same, and no one was sure that he’d ever be able to play hockey again. It was sad and scary and she held his hand every minute, but he’d come to terms with it now.

But he didn’t have time to think about it because Sawyer herself came bounding over, hanging mistletoe over his head and kissing him on the cheek with a loud “smack”

“Come on you Grinch! At least smile a little.”

He smiled and she made a face “I mean a real one. Santa is watching.” She pointed upwards.

“I thought that was Jesus who lived up there.”

“Yeah well then he’s watching too. So you won’t get any presents and you might get struck by lightning and that will ruin the whole holiday.” She grinned “And I’ll have to take all these decorations down by myself.”

He chuckled and reached forward, wrapping his arms around her shoulders.

“Thank you.” She said against his chest, quietly enough that only he could hear.

“For?”

“This.” She pulled back and gestured around “I know this isn’t your thing, but it means a lot to me that you let me throw this party.”

“It’s not that bad. I’d do anything to make you happy, you know that. My Christmas gift to you.”

She looked up at him and smiled the most beautiful smile “Your the gift that keeps on giving Nolan Patrick, and no gift could ever be better than spending my life with you.”

Nolan rested his chin on her head “Merry Christmas Sawyer.”

“Merry Christmas Nols.”

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“Cash will you sit still!” Tyler grumbled as he tried for the third time to stick reindeer antlers on his head. Marshall, Molly and even Gerry were all sitting obediently, but Cash had shaken them off twice. Even though he was as uncooperative as possible, Ava was having so much fun. There was a magic in the air that only lasted one month out of the year that you couldn’t find any other time. The feeling of Christmas was unlike any other and it was the first one she was spending with Tyler, and the first one she could remember being excited for.

She was knelt down, phone in one hand, tennis ball in the other which had the attention of the other three dogs, waiting for Tyler to quit wrestling with their most unruly child.

“Freakin dog.” He said with a huff as he finally got them fastened and made him sit.

“Just like his dad.” She said smiling at him “Okay ready, hey guys!” She waved the ball so they all looked and quickly snapped several pictures before they all started moving with excitement.

“Got it!” she said tossing the ball.

All four took off running after it, skidding through the house and falling over each other like Bambi on ice, and Ava and Tyler both yelled “No!” as Gerry went flying right into the tree.

It swayed for a second before it fell in slow motion as Tyler raced forward to catch it, which he did, but not before it rained ornaments that hit the floor and rolled in all directions.

Ava covered her mouth the keep from laughing and hurried forward as Tyler tipped the tree back up on to its stand, and made a loud noise of annoyance.

“What’s so funny?” He asked when he saw her laughing.

“What’s funny is now you have to help me redecorate it. Since you conveniently seemed to be missing last time.”

“I was at practice.” He said eyeing her with a small smile.

“Sure. That’s why Jamie called looking for you.”

“That douche. Busted I guess. Okay I wasn’t at practice I was out-“ he reached into his pocket and pulled out a box “Buying this.”

She smiled and glanced up as she took it “That’s funny cuz I wasn’t here waiting for you, I was out picking up this.” She pulled a bigger rectangular box from under the sofa.

As they opened their respective gifts she heard Tyler make a noise like a gasp and an exclamation and she smiled. She’d had blown up and framed the first picture they’d ever taken together, them and all four of the dogs. It had been the first time Ava had let anyone take a photo of her in years, and Tyler was so proud of her for it. But she’d kept it hidden, telling him it didn’t take for months. This was the first time he’d seen it, and his eyes softened as he looked at it and then at her.

“I love this. Thank you it’s amazing. We gotta hang this.” He glanced around and picked a spot right by the front door “There. So people see it right when they get here.”

He turned as she pulled her own gift out, a silver locket with a tiny photo of the dogs on one side, and them on the other, and a date a time inscribed on the back.

“This is beautiful, but what’s this?” She asked pointing at the date and time that was engraved at the bottom.

“The day and time I saw you for the first time.”

“Oh my gosh.” She was blushing but he continued “That day and time changed my life. The only thing that could would have made it better was if you wanted to join the mile high club or something.”

She laughed and swatted his arm “Tyler!” She turned holding up her hair so he could put it on and then smiled “Thank you for this and for making every other day better than the one before.” She placed a hand on his heart.

“Thank you.” He said placing his hand over hers “For letting me.”

He squeezed her hand and then pulled her into a hug. He was warm, and she could feel his heart beating through his chest. Tyler smiled and squeezed her tighter. “Best Christmas ever. Don’t you think?” He asked glancing down. She nodded with a small smile.

“Better than all your others?”

“Everything with you in my life is better, Christmas included.” She closed her eyes and squeezed him tightly.

There really was something magical about Christmas.

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“Ho Ho Ho!” Joel rumbled as he made his way inside of the Connolly’s house. He and Libby had gone home for Christmas and though they wouldn’t be able to stay long, there was no way they were missing her parent’s Christmas party.

“AH!” Heather screamed rushing forward to pull them both into a hug, as she had also voyaged home just for the holidays “Happy kissaversary lovebirds.”

Th house was packed with guests and family and friends, and Libby couldn’t stop smiling. It felt so good to be here in her parents house, on Christmas Eve, with Joel where their story had started. She’d kissed him for the first time right upstairs in her room, and at that moment their lives together began.

“What are you thinking about?” He asked from beside her, arm around her shoulders.

“Oh just about that Christmas Eve when I kissed you upstairs.”

“Uhm no.” He scoffed “It was me who kissed you actually.”

“Im thinking about-“ they turned to find Heather, standing with her sweater half open to conceal a bottle of wine under it. Discreetly they all made their way up to Libby’s room and out on to the roof, bundled in jackets as they each took sips from the bottle.

“Last time we did this we were teenagers.” Joel said from his spot next to Libby.

“The last time your mom had a party was when I was in Florida and you guys were in there making out, thinking we all had no idea.”

“Well you might, but my parents didn’t.”

Heather rolled her eyes “Yes they did Libby. They just didn’t think Joel had it in him so they didn’t care.”

Joel gave her a dirty look and an eye roll, and stared off into space for a second before he asked them “Do you guys ever think about what things would be like if you hadn’t moved here in 8th grade?”

“I don’t like to.” Heather said rubbing her arms “You moving here was the best thing that could have happened to us.” She said smiling at Libby “Because I gained a best friend and Joel finally found someone who would go out with him.”

Libby started laughing, breath turning into fog and Joel’s mouth fell open “On Christmas? Really Heather? Aren’t you already pretty low on the naughty list?”

“I live on the naughty list. Alright I’m not 15 anymore. It’s too cold for this, you guys coming?” She said as she climbed back in.

“In a minute.” She disappeared out Libby’s bedroom door leaving her with Joel on the roof. She reached forward grabbing his hand to hold it in her mittened one.

“If I hadn’t moved here in 8th grade, we still would have found each other some way.”

“You think?”

She nodded and looked out across town, at the black sky, white snow and twinkling stars above their heads “I do. Just would have needed some magic. Some Christmas magic.” She pointed at a star that streaked across the sky and disappeared before she rested her head on his shoulder.

“Can you think of a better way to spend Christmas Eve?” He asked.

She shook her head “No. I want to spend every Christmas Eve here, and every other day of the year with you until we’re old and grey. Promise me that?” She looked up at him, eyes wide under her glasses.

“Promise. Merry Christmas Libby.”

“Merry Christmas Joel.”

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theanticool · 7 months

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Wanted to ask ur opinion on the ufc officaily cutting ties with USADA so Conor is allowed to fight at the beginning of the year

Lol. You’ve seen him on the salads. You’ve seen him on the steaks. Now you’re going to see him on the juice.

Dana realized after the Hunt lawsuit he can’t be legally incriminated for juicing and found another price to cut. It’s so nakedly corrupt and stupid. I don’t like usada and honestly juicing isn’t one of my big issues with the sport but bending on a long held principle because one guy, no matter how popular and profitable, can’t stop using T is fucking hilarious. If I’m a fighter who had to get off TRT back in the day or had to sit out 2-4 years because my ADHD meds were banned, I’d be pissed.

Worth mentioning that the UFC includes USADA with their “fighter expenses” part of their revenue so the percentage that “goes to the fighters” is actually going to go down.

#ufc #mma #usada #news

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Some random, disorganized Ahsoka thoughts...

My expectations were very low, but I actually enjoyed those first 2 episodes of Ahsoka a lot! It makes you want to see what happens next!

That said, I don't understand the whole padawan Sabine thing... it's been awhile since I watched Rebels, but was it ever hinted she was Force sensitive before?? Can you even be a Jedi if you're not force sensitive? As much as I adore all things jedi related, I felt like this change was not necessary.. Sabine can team up with Ahsoka without her being her apprentice, she's a grown up. Idk, it kept nagging at me during the 2 episodes, clear things up please!

Chopper my beloved! That murder droid is gonna steal the show.

Isn't it kinda weird that they can't make lightsabers fights as good as the ones made 20 years ago? They were not bad per say, but definetely lacking the "WOW" feeling from the prequel movies. Or was it just that Ewan McGregor and Hayden Christensen were THAT good?

This is really Rebels 2.0, and as much as I (we?) would have prefered an animated series to close that story, seeing all those characters again really made me feel something ♥ Hope they do them justice.

Sabine's characters has never been my favourite but I really loved her here, the actress is greaaaat

I feel like Ahsoka should talk more, and be more expressive with her body language and all. She feels too stoic and cold. Was she like that in Rebels? can't remember.. That said, still badass 🔥

All the Ezra mentions... how I missed that boy 🥹 I'm gonna crumble if they mention Kanan directly

LOTH CATS LOTH CATS LOTH CATS LOTH CATS (LOTH WOLVES INCOMING????) thank god they didn't keep the mandalorian design for them

all the shots from space were really pretty

Beginning of the episode: oh finally people getting stabbed by a lightsaber and dying

End of the episode: nevermind that ... 😅

(I mean, it makes me laugh, but COME ON, the more it happens, the more people who actually died from a lightsaber wound (coughquigoncough) seem silly)

Still scared of the possible Anakin flashbacks, fingers crossed tightly. Please be good.

#ahsoka #ahsoka spoilers #on a side note..#with all those new sw shows; it's impossible not to notice there's been way more means and care put into them than into Kenobi #and that makes me MAD #i'll always love the show because it's about OBI-WAN but yk where was the budget??#many thoughts about that but don't want to be overly negative on here #my rambling

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Lily Houghton x Fem!Reader: Dodging Danger

Summary: Lily Houghton + 41 -- "You need some sleep."

AO3

Prompts found here!

A/N: This is a shorter one, but sometimes shorter is sweeter! This is also my first time writing for Lily so I wanted to get a feel for her character

Full Ficmas List

Tag List: @ghostsunderstoodmysoul @escapetodreamworld @multifandomfix

Warning(s): None

“I think I’m dying.”

“You are not,” You shake your head, “Now hold still.”

McGregor whines like a child, but does as you ask. You dip a piece of cloth into the salve Frank gave you and dab it across his face. His skin is bright red, covered with splotches and bug bites.

When you finish applying the salve he rolls over in his cot without so much as a thank you. You roll your eyes, but let it go; he’ll thank you later when he’s in a better mood. He’ll just act like an ungrateful child for the first few hours.

You set the jar down and find a nose sniffing at your hand with interest. Large eyes stare into your own.

“Keep an eye on him, will you?” You ask and pat the top of Proxima’s head. She grumbles low in her throat.

The sun has set since you vanished below deck. A sky of vivid color is now pitch black, the only light being the lanterns Frank has hanging around the edge of La Quila. The firelight reflects off of several pairs of eyes out in the water and you shiver.

You’re enjoying your time in Brazil so far—besides nearly being blown up by a German Prince and Lily almost being kidnapped. The jungle is beautiful. Species of plants Lily has only ever told you about hang around or float freely here, so much bigger and brighter than anything back in London.

The real beauty is seeing how Lily takes it all in.

The jungle is like Lily’s own treasure trove. You’re interested in where this journey will take you, but you’re here for Lily more than anything else, and seeing her so happy is everything you need.

She alternates between scribbling notes down furiously and attempting to film the river. Once or twice she even sketches the rarer species, though she left her paints back in London to save on space.

Even now, with the sun far below the horizon, she sits under a lamp and scribbles down notes of everything she’s seen.

You walk over and kiss the top of her head, “You need some sleep, sweetheart.”

“I’ll sleep when I’m dead.”

“God. You and your brother should have gone into the theater with these kinds of dramatics.”

“McGregor tried, they said he overacted.” Lily says absently.

“That… tracks, actually,” You say. Sitting next to her on the wooden bench, you just take her in; the way her eyes narrow and lips purse as she fights reality to write down her thoughts faster than she can think them, “How are you feeling about all of this?”

Lily pauses then. She meets your eyes and you can see the determination in there, but also the hesitancy of a woman who feels out of her depth.

“I’m terrified… but I can’t give up. I won’t.”

“I’m not asking you to. Just, don’t get yourself killed, you think you can manage that much?”

“You’re asking a lot,” Lily grins, “But I’ll try.”

You laugh. It is so very like her to find trouble in the pursuit of knowledge, but you wouldn’t change a thing about her.

Leaning forward and stealing a quick kiss, you smile, and stand. You press another kiss into her hair out of habit, “Come to bed soon.”

#lily houghton #lily houghton x reader #jungle cruise #jungle cruise x reader #lily houghton imagine #jungle cruise imagine #emily blunt #wlw #wlw imagine #dec2022 #multimilfswritings #multimilfsficmas2022

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MMA GOATS - Blog 5

The 7th tier of my MMA goats list has only one fighter on it, because having more than one fighter on it would be disrespectful to this next fighter. He’s the most feared and famous to come from the UFC and the entirety of the sport of MMA; the one, the only, the notorious.

“The Notorious” Conor McGregor

But seriously, Conor McGregor is a great fighter and an even better marketer that brought an almost unheard of attention to the sport of MMA and to the UFC, pretty much becoming its backbone for them to build off of. I remember before I even got into MMA and fighting sports, I heard about Conor and what he did, and that’s really puts in perspective for me how big he really was. Looking at him from a birds eye view, the things he did in the sport and the wins and losses he faced, made his legacy of “the notorious” and the reason I as many others find him so enjoyable to watch and listent to.

When Conor was a kid, he was inspired by the likes of Muhamed Ali and Bruce Lee and by the bullies in his life to learn how to fight back. On the 14th of july, 1988, Conor was born and raised in Dublin, Ireland and attended an Irish-language school where he found his passion for soccer and at the age of 12, his passion for boxing. But it was when he moved to Lucan, Ireland when he really found his path in MMA and started training with future UFC fighter, Tom Egan. Conor spent all of his amateur and some of his pro MMA career in Ireland as an average fighter, racking up wins and losses in the lightweight division and the more natural featherweight division. Until, after a defeat, he went onto a 8 win streak that made him the first European pro MMA fighter to hold belts in two divisions at the same time. Dana White’s attention was piqued, enough so that he flew out, met Conor and signed him to the UFC just a few days later, a moment that marked the beginning of his rise to notoriety and fame.

Right at the start, Conor’s first fights consisted of contenders like a featherweight champion Max Holloway and an undefeated lightweight Dustin Porier, in which he secured both wins, eventually getting the belt from a prime Jose Aldo, sending him into his decline. At a time that seemed to be his height, it only got higher after his first loss in the scene against a welterweight Nate Diaz, pushing him to win in his rematch and finally becoming a two division champion by KO against a lightweight Eddie Alvarez, leaving the notorious Conor on top. Then, the beef between Khabib and Conor started up, a heated rivalry that still lingers between the two to this day, leaving Khabib on top by submission and Conor down a spiral of losses.

Although his loss to Khabib ended his hype and his win streak, he left me and the world with memorable moments and inspiration to the people who came after. I think Conor was a miracle to the UFC and the sport of MMA for the eyes he brought and what he was able to do with the little time he had at the top, much more than what others in that situation could ever do or ever did. Overall, I think Conor was a pioneer to shit talk, selling events and for what it means to be a superstar, so for that he deserve his place on this tier, but I can’t put him any higher because of she chose to become a star and build a legacy, the notorious, instead of put all his effort into becoming a killer in the scene like most of the fighters on the next tiers. And come on, I got to have another Irish boy named Conor on this list.

#mma #boxing #bellator mma

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New movie starring Halle and Jonah

Logline: Two young spies (Branton Wentworth and Ashlynne McGregor) are paired together to bring down a corrupt Albanian pharmaceutical billionaire, who is about to release a dangerous drug aimed at the youth. The pair have one week to intercept the chemical formula, but will their intense attraction to each other derail their critical mission?

************************************************************************I will post more movie ideas if you guys want to see more.

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Branton paying for the bill and their introductory lunch at an outdoor cafe near the agency.

Branton: So... I thought we could go over some on-the-ground logistics and brush up on our Albanian pronunciation. Would you like anything else before I pay the bill?

Ashlynne: Not so fast, I haven't had dessert.

Thirty minutes later, a satisfied and dishelved Branton with torn clothing is fooling around on instagram on his burner account...typing and quickly deleting.

When your girl's so rough , she pulls out all your facial hair. #notcomplaining #imyourvictim #scratchme #hurtme #yesmore #dirtyboy

A few days later in Albania at another outdoor cafe.

Fellow agency spy: How's it going with your new partner?

Branton: Heaven.

Fellow agency spy: Well, I'll drink to that.

Two weeks later, Zoom call with agency boss upon their return to the U.S.

Boss: I just want to congratulate you two on a successful mission. This was an extremely delicate first mission and you two passed with flying colors. (blablablablabla...)

Branton (whispering between clenched teeth- while on Mute): OMG, your hand is doing things to me. Help. Help. Help.

Ashlynne (whispering back between clenched teeth - pressing Mute): No one cares about your silly internal screams. Shut up and look professional. Let me work my magic!

Ten minutes after the brief Zoom call.

Branton (in stage 4 sleep): zzzzzzzzzzz

Ashlynne (Point of View): 😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈

One Year Later...

Religious rep: Dearly Beloved, we are gathered here today to witness and celebrate the marriage of Branton Wentworth and Ashlynne McGregor. This is an acknowledgment of the next chapter in their lives together.

Branton (whispering during ceremony): Umm, so anyway, you're kind of awesome, sexy and you always have my back. I love you.

Ashlynne (fighting back tears): I love you too, Bran.

They squeeze each other's hand with the unspoken understanding that although their physical attraction has always been undeniable and intense, when their lives were on the line, only true love held them together and will continue to guide them as they bring down more bad guys in the future.

#halle and jonah #halle bailey #jonah hauer king #movie ideas #spy story #halle x jonah #jalle #fanfic

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misiwrites · 1 year

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Mayblade Day 7

[previous: chapter 1 & 2 | chapter 3 | chapter 4 | chapter 5 | chapter 6]

CHAPTER 7 prompt: duty characters: hiromi, salima, emily, kane, takao, mao, rei, max pairings: hiromi/takao, implied kane/salima

Something was off about Salima. Despite the novelty of their friendship, Hiromi could tell.

To begin with, the fact that she’d been coming to class separately from Kane for a week was unusual in the inseparable duo’s standards. At first, Hiromi had thought that perhaps her responsibilities in the council had increased, her schedule no longer accommodating doing everything in tandem with him, and while the former was certainly true with the approaching bake sale and all, they no longer did anything together in class either. And Salima, who was so cool and collected and kind, was suddenly sulky, quiet, and miserable like an abandoned puppy.

Hiromi was surprised when even Emily had no specifics to provide about the situation between Kane and Salima. Apparently Salima was above the gossip mill’s reach; everyone respected her too much to drag her into it. “But they’ve obviously had a fight or something,” Emily concluded.

This all was why, when Salima once again slipped in a request for Hiromi to come see the kendo club’s practice, she finally agreed. If someone new checking out the club would help cheer her up even a little, Hiromi didn’t mind doing it. She’d go with Salima after school.

“Honestly, I would have skipped today otherwise,” Salima admitted, sitting on Hiromi’s desk while they waited for the English class to begin. “The council has so much work right now, and there’s only eight of us.”

“One from each class, right? Who’s in the council from 1-B, anyway?”

“That’s Johnny McGregor. Short guy with maroon hair and band shirts.” Salima added the latter at the sight of Hiromi’s nondescript face.

“The one who always looks angry?”

“That’s the one. Though he’s oddly polite for someone so bad-tempered.”

Hiromi hummed in amusement. “I wonder how someone like him got in when there’s people like Mao, Professor and Max in that class.”

“Not many people applying to join the council, I think. None of those ran for a seat.”

“Really?” Perhaps this shouldn’t have surprised Hiromi as much as it did; Bey Town High wasn’t a big school, so while the council was small, so was the pool of students to choose members from. She shifted her legs nervously, crossing one over the other under the desk to keep her feet from fidgeting. “I, uh, actually kind of wanted to run for a seat… I was a member of my middle school’s council. Well, truthfully, I was the president for a bit.” It was the first time she’d told this to anyone in Bey High.

Salima’s grey eyes widened with surprise. “You were? Why didn’t you run for a seat here, then?”

Hiromi looked down at a pencil in her hand. “I only lasted one year in the council… Let’s just say I wasn’t very popular after getting in.”

For the first couple of months, things had gone well in her old school. Many of her previous friends had migrated into her class and she’d also made new ones. She’d been elected to the student council because she was known to be smart and mature. She’d been so proud of her achievements, and vocal about them too.

But girls in middle school turned out to be a petty, jealous species. Back then, Hiromi hadn’t had the common sense to censor her personality and hold back on impulsive behavior; the position of a student council president had brought out her bossy tendencies at full force. She hadn’t realized how bad it was herself, and nobody had bothered giving her kind, constructive criticism about it. From her perspective, she’d only done what was expected of her and acted accordingly. Been a leader. Before long, she’d earned the reputation of a nagger, a nitpicking bitch – or, more accurately due to her unusual hobbies that everyone loved to consequently pick on, a witch. Associating with her had become a burden to her friends.

“I think you’d do great. You should run next year,” Salima said.

“I’ll think about it…” But Hiromi knew she wouldn’t, not ever again.

“How about the bake sale? Would you like to participate? We need a vendor for our class booth and nobody has volunteered yet. Or, well, one did but I’d rather have some variety.”

Hiromi raised her chin. “The vendors can be someone other than the student representative?”

“Not just that, but I can’t be the one doing it. But I do need to coordinate who’s participating from 1-A.”

“In that case, I’d be glad to do it!”

“Great! You’ll be perfect for it!” Salima whipped out her phone. “Thank you, Hiromi. I’ll add you to the mailing list right away.”

A pleasant warmth set in Hiromi’s heart for the rest of the day.

…Or at least for the remaining classes, for she managed to happily forget for a moment that she’d just promised to go to the kendo club afterwards. She positively froze when Salima was again by her desk at the last bell in the afternoon.

“Ah… yes.” Hiromi slowly swept her belongings into her backpack, side-eyeing the two boys with blue hair already taking their leave together. And just as she did, she caught Kane throwing a wistful glance in Salima’s direction over his shoulder before disappearing through the doorway. Wow. Drama. There really was something going on between those two.

Hiromi was, however, confident to stay out of any drama as she rose from her seat and mentally prepared herself to follow Salima to the gym. She was only here to cheer a friend up, nothing more.

They used the second gym entrance, on the opposite side from the one Hiromi had entered before when visiting the wushu club. The gym was partitioned in the middle to supply enough space for two or more clubs to operate simultaneously, and today she was on the kendo club side. While Salima dropped by the changing rooms, Hiromi remained by the doors, not daring to enter without her.

As much as she’d tried to prepare herself, decided that she’d do this for Salima’s sake, now her heart was beginning its mad gallop over nothing again. She could hear Takao and Kane entering the gym from their respective changing room and getting started. She took a small, deliberate peek from behind the gym doors, making sure to stay hidden while at it.

The boys were dressed in dark hakama, bamboo swords in hand, helmets waiting under their arms. They chattered away while waiting for the rest of the members to arrive.

…It suits him so well. The last time Hiromi had seen Takao in the traditional outfit, they had both been the size of a fire extinguisher and Hiromi had found the baggy clothes with big, sloppy sleeves hilarious for whatever childish reason. Now it looked surprisingly refined on him. Not to mention, this was apparently the only occasion he respected enough to take that stupid red-and-blue cap off. His hair was loose for once. It had grown surprisingly long…

When Salima was ready, she came to fetch Hiromi from the door. Told her that she could join the ceremony if she wanted. Hiromi wished Salima hadn’t come for her – or, well, she did want to join because the ritualistic aspect of the ceremony was fascinating to her and all, but at the same time – her step felt dangerously wobbly as she followed Salima into the gym and could feel all the eyes land on her simultaneously. Salima briskly informed them that Hiromi was there to check the club out and would pair up with her today, end of story.

Hiromi had thought she could follow the practice session by sitting apart from the rest and continue avoiding looking at Takao, as usual. What she hadn’t expected was that Takao was, in fact, the club captain. He was the ringleader of this gathering, the one teaching and motivating the rest; in the short opening ceremony (a bit excessive for a ten-member club, but it did set the mood right from the beginning), he gave a brief but inspirational speech about why they were there that day and how important it was to never lose the spark of self-improvement. The rest, Hiromi included, stood listening in a diligent row and bowed their heads at his brisk command.

It's not like Hiromi hadn’t known that Takao was good – he had to be, given that he’d been doing kendo ever since they were friends. But the level of expertise he displayed while going around helping the club members, fixing their postures and guiding their arms to his best ability, came as a complete surprise to her. He was so… well… mature. In Hiromi’s memory, Takao was a bratty little rascal, always getting himself into ridiculous situations and testing the boundaries of his parents and older brother on purpose; in class, too, the Takao she’d been spying on— er, pretending not to spy on was restless, noisy, spontaneous and a lazy student. But here, in this space, he was someone else entirely. He was, she had to admit, kind of impressive.

By the time the club members began their gradual retreat into the changing rooms, Hiromi’s head was spinning. She got out of the gym the same way she came in and figured it would be polite to wait for Salima. She needed a moment to clear her head, anyway. She leaned against the wall in the corridor outside and stared up at the bleak fluorescent lamp in the ceiling.

Had this been a mistake? Or a good idea? She felt a buzz in her chest that hadn’t been there before, a sort of… excitement, she guessed. One she hadn’t asked for. And neither had she asked for the burning sensation in each spot on her skin that Takao had lightly touched during the practice while helping her fix her posture.

As if Takao hadn’t already been in her mind enough. On and off, every day. She had a feeling that things had just gotten several times more bothersome because of a sport fought with bamboo swords.

The door to the boys’ changing room opened and Hiromi’s heart squeezed with panic for the fracture of a second, until she realized it wasn’t Takao who came out. It was the wushu club members – well, two of them, Mao and the boy with the long, purple hair.

“Seriously, you can’t do this anymore,” the boy told her as the heavy door slammed shut behind them. “Have some respect for the newer members.”

“Bleh, I bet they’re just happy! Bet they haven’t seen a woman in her underwear even once in their lives.”

“Mao…”

“Rei-nii. Oh, hi Hiromi!” She waved at her across the corridor. The boy cast Hiromi a wary look, almost scared.

Hiromi raised a hand in reply. Rei-nii?

But she had no time to grasp this thought further as the door to the girls’ side opened and Salima materialized into the corridor. She immediately wanted to know how Hiromi had liked kendo and was of the firm opinion that the sport suited her very well. Hiromi gave absent responses in the vein of yeah, sure, it was nice, all the while distractedly eyeing the pink-and-purple pair who disappeared behind a corner.

And once they were gone, a familiar blond emerged from behind the opposing corner, one hundred percent looking like he was spying on the couple from behind.

Hiromi was rarely still at school at such late hours. By the time she waved good-byes to Salima, the sun had begun to sink into the westward horizon. Salima had gone to the school’s bus stop; she lived in the north-western corner on the opposite side of the city, in one of the more high-end suburbs with big, beautiful houses, all with their own yards and swimming pools and garden sheds. Hiromi knew Emily to live in the same general direction, too, but had never been to that part of the city herself. An eastern district girl like her had no business there.

Hiromi stopped to check whether her mother had started inquiring where she was by now. She hadn’t. Slowly, she began her way home by foot.

She wasn’t very far into her journey before she began feeling eyes on her back. As a girl who habitually walked around town on her lonesome, she was finely tuned to stay vigilant about her surroundings and could immediately tell when she was being followed.

And the guys after her weren’t even being subtle about it. When she tossed a glance over her shoulder, she saw three of the ugliest chumps alive tailing her with idiotic grins on their faces. They were obviously fellow students, her age or one year older at best. Not too hard to deduce that they were members of one of the shitty little gangs who enjoyed wreaking havoc at school. They had to be Shell Killers; these chipmunks were too pathetic-looking to be members of the Blitzkrieg Boys.

Hiromi’s house was so close, she could easily have sprinted and reached home before these guys ever got her. But it had been a long and weird day and she felt somehow different, emboldened, more like her old, daring self from middle school. A side of her that she’d long subdued was boiling over. It still had its time and place.

She stopped, turned on her heel, and set her hands on her hips. “Hey. What are you doing?”

The boys stumbled on each other. They obviously hadn’t expected her to face them just like that, now their script was ruined and their shit-eating grins wavered as they came to a halt in unison, unsure what to do.

“I asked what you’re doing. You think you’re being cool, don’t you? Can’t imagine anything cooler than following random people on the street, wow. Gimme your names, I’ll let the student council president contact your moms about this. Oh, wait.” She took out her phone and quickly snatched a picture of all three who simply stood there, perplexed. “Perfect. And now your names.”

For one hot minute, the shortest of the boys – who clearly had the most to prove by trying to appear intimidating – was about to raise his fists and leap forward at her. The other two were more sensible and grabbed him from behind, muttering something along the lines of “we’d better go.”

“Bitch,” the short one spat before the three turned and ran away comically fast.

“And tell your boss that he’s a clown,” she shouted after them, then couldn’t resist adding: “The Shell Killers are a circus and Hiwatari Kai is the biggest clown in it!”

That felt good. There wasn’t anyone else around to hear her – or so she thought – but it felt great. Unnecessary and stupid as hell and just right.

Sighing contently, she walked the remaining distance home without anyone disturbing her.

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