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for the new year, i have decided to make a couple edits and additions to the almighty Calendar. happy 2024.
IT JUST HAPPENS
DAY 15 GIVE IT UP FOR DAY 15
Thursday the 20th
The Fifth of Wednesday
Second Week of May: Eurovision
Sometime in June: That One Halloween Post Starts Circulating
Sometime in July: Dancing Pumpkin Man Video/Gif
WEEKLY EVENTS
(at least the ones i celebrate)
Every Monday: Garfield Hates Mondays
Every Tuesday: Tom Servo Tuesday
Every Wednesday: It Is Wednesday My Dudes
Every Thursday: Out of Touch Thursday
Every Friday: Flat Fuck Friday
Every Saturday: Sea Slug Saturday
Every Sunday: Energy Sword Sunday
YEARLY EVENTS
January 1: Copyright Expiration Day
January 8: Spiders Georg Day
January 16: Appreciate a Dragon Day
January 18: Bug Race
January 29: Threshold Day
All of February: Funguary
ALSO All of February: Femslash February
February 3: WOE, VANILLA EXTRACT BE UPON YE
February 13: Galentines Day
February 14: Aromantic/Asexual Day
March 9: Miku Day
March 10: Mario Day
March 14: Pi Day
March 15: Ides of March
March 23: Ever Given Got Stuck Today
April 1: Mishapocalypse
April 2: Dashcon Announcement Anniversary
April 3: Dannypocalypse
April 8: Rex Manning Day
ALSO April 8: MARGARET THATCHER IS DEAD
April 13: Neil Banging Out The Tunes
ALSO April 13: Homestuck Day
April 20: haha 420 blaze it
April 25: The Perfect Date
April 28: Ed Balls Day
April 30: It's Gonna Be May
All of May: Mermay
May 3: Beginning of Dracula Daily
May 4: May the 4th Be With You
May 5: Revenge of the Fifth
May 25: The Glorious 25th of May
All of June: Pride Month
ALSO All of June: IT'S HALLOWEEN TIME TO GET SPOOKY
June 5: Barricade Day
ALSO June 5: RONALD REAGAN IS DEAD
June 12: Another Homestuck Day
June 16: Let Papyrus Say Fuck
June 22: Summerween
All of July: Disability Pride Month
July 13-15: Dashcon Anniversary
July 20: Moon Landing
September 8: The Queen Is Dead and Sans Undertale Killed Her
September 11: Mole Interest Monday
September 19: Talk Like A Pirate Day
September 21: DO YOU REMEMBER-
All of October: SKELETON WAR
ALSO All of October: People Draw A Lot Month? (so many names)
October 3: Mean Girls Day
ALSO October 3: Fullmetal Alchemist Day
October 13: Treat Yo' Self
October 20: Unnecessary Feelings Day
October 31: HALLOWEEN
November 5: honestly what didn't happen that day
November 19: Goncharov
November 29: HENRY KISSINGER IS DEAD
All of December: Will the Gävle Goat Get Destroyed Again?
December 10: Please, It's Christmas
December 12: Hawaii Part 2
December 23: Christmas Adam
December 24: ALMOST CHRISTMAS MEANS IT WASN'T CHRISTMAS
ALSO December 24: Cabinet Man Day
December 27: Porn Ban Effective Today
#there's definitely more but i'm not versed enough in this#tumblr holidays#add more in the tags/comments please#look i'm trying my best here i've been on tumblr for just over a year at this point#tumblr#tumblr calendar#it's complete. now i may rest.#holidays
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Bloated?
Pairing - Paul Lahote x FemaleReader
Summary - Reader starts gaining weight and the pack starts noticing
Warnings - body shaming, kissing, swearing, pregnancy, vomiting, period talk, Jacob being an ass, kinda ooc
Word Count - 3693
Masterlist
Friday, June 6th
"Em?" Y/N asked looking into the mirror at her stomach. "Does my stomach look, I dont know, bloated to you?"
"Um, yeah, maybe a little bit. I dont think it's anything to worry about though." The older woman replied, after looking at the girls stomach.
"I just feel like I'm getting fat. Paul probably notices too." She put her head down.
"Honey, that boy loves you more than anything. You're his whole world. You have nothing to worry about. He imprinted on you and he loves you. Now stop putting yourself down and help me make this food for them animals."
The girl laughed and started getting the table set.
Tuesday, June 10th
"Hm. That's weird."
"What?" Leah asked, the girl staying at her house.
"Nothing, just my period was supposed to start 3 days ago. I'm sure it's fine, this happens sometimes."
"If you're sure, and hurry up Elijah is about to kill Klaus."
Thursday, June 19th
The girl let out a groan, flushing the toilet after being woken up with the sudden urge to vomit.
Saturday, June 21st
All the girls, Emily, Leah, Kim, and Y/N, were all out shopping and having a girls day.
While Leah and Kim were looking through sets of bikinis. Y/N pulled Emily to the side.
"Em, I think I might be pregnant."
"What? Why do you think that??"
"Um, my periods late, my stomach looks bloated, and I've been throwing up. Not to mention Paul made my favorite dinner the other night and I couldn't stand the smell."
"We need to get you a test then, Hon."
***
After Leah and Kim left, Emily let Y/N go into the bathroom to take the test.
Coming out the bathroom, Y/N starts stressing. "What if its positive? What will Paul think? How do I deal with this?"
"Hey. Hey. Just breath. Let's first figure out if you're pregnant or not." Emily calmly says.
"Yeah, you're right." Taking a deep breath she starts to calm, until the timer goes off and her eyes get wide. "Can you check?"
Emily walks into the bathroom and looks at the test, coming out with tears in her eyes. "Um, yeah, you're pregnant"
"Oh mi gosh. Em, what am I supposed to do? Paul and I haven't even talked about kids. What if he doesn't want any?"
"Don't jump to conclusions. Take a couple days to think, and tell Paul when you're ready."
"Thank you, Emily. You always know what to say." The girl wraps her arms around the woman.
Wednesday, June 25th
The imprints made burgers and the pack was having a cookout. Everyone was making their plates. Y/N started to make her plate putting 2 burgers, each with cheese, tomato, onion, and chili. Put a little bit of slaw on the side and some chips.
"Dang girl, you're hungry today." Embry joked, making the girl laugh.
"He's not kidding you are eating a lot more lately." Jacob grumbled.
The girl got quiet and let out a silent "oh".
"What was that? Jacob." Paul growled.
"I'm just saying look at her Paul, everyone here notices how big she's getting. Maybe she should cut back."
After hearing that the girl started to stand up. Paul grabbing her hand. "Its fine, Paul. I'm just gonna go home."
She quietly grabbed her bag and apologized for the inconvenience. "Sorry, I didn't realize I did that. You can have them." Then she walked out the house. Leah chasing after her.
"What the fuck Jacob?!" Paul yelled.
"Paul." Sam warned.
"No Sam. He called her fat, she's not fat."
"We don't need a fight to break out."
"If he didn't want a fight he wouldn't have said anything."
"Paul. Enough."
Paul was shaking horribly. Sam pushed him out the house.
"Really Jacob?!" Jared called, running after Sam and Paul.
"Why is everyone so mad? I just told her how it was. You all can see how much bigger she's getting." Jacob tried to justify himself.
"That doesn't mean that you point it out." Seth told him.
"I know you were all thinking it. Just because I have the guts to tell Paul how it is doesn't make me the bad guy."
"Maybe you should learn the whole story before you go around hurting people."
"Seth. What's that supposed to mean? Seth!"
Seth ran out the house, hoping to find Leah and Y/N.
"Embry? Even you said something."
"I was joking Jake. What you did was uncalled for." Embry scoffed.
"Come on."
"Just stop Jacob." Emily snapped, causing the three left there to widen there eyes.
"Emily. Seriously? You know she's bigger!" Jacob was getting angry.
"Yeah, Jacob. She's eating more and getting bigger, but it's none of your business!" Emily snapped again.
"What if eating so much is hurting her?"
"It's not though, Jacob."
"How do you know??"
"Jacob when she is ready you'll know. Until then shut up."
"Sorry, damn."
***
"Y/N!"
"Y/N"
"Damn, you're fast."
"What do you want Leah?" Y/N sighed as she stopped and turned around, her eyes red and puffy.
"Don't listen to Jacob. He's an asshole."
"I don't care about what Jake said."
"You do or you wouldn't be crying."
"He called me fat Leah. I've never been called that before." She started to tear up. "And it's not even that I'm fat."
"What is it then?"
"Leah...I'm pregnant."
"What!? That's great news."
"Yeah, except for the fact everyone thinks I'm a pig now."
"They do not. If anyone's a pig it's Jacob. Now come on, you need the feed that little one."
***
"Paul!"
"Calm down!"
"Shift back!"
Sam phased into his wolf.
"Paul!"
"He's such an asshole." Paul snarled.
"You need to shift back. Calm down."
"I'm going to rip his throat out."
"Paul!"
"Come on Paul. She needs you." Jared joined.
"I'm trying! I can't control it."
"Calm your thoughts. Breath."
Paul started to shift back, pulling up his shorts in the process. Jared and Sam following shortly after.
***
"Y/N/N! Are you ok? You know Jake doesn't mean to be an ass." Seth tried to reassure the girl.
The girl laughed and grabbed Seth's hands. "Yes. I'm good. Thank you for checking up on me."
It was quiet for a few moments as the trio started walking back to the house. "So..." Seth piped up. "Does she know?"
Leah gasped. "What?! Know?! You told Seth before you told me!"
"He wasn't supposed to find out! He walked in on me having a meltdown about Paul." Y/N defended herself.
"Shit." The girl squeaked. "Paul! He's going to be asking questions. What am I supposed to tell him! I'm not ready. I just found out myself. I need to process this more. Stupid Jacob and his stupid big mouth!"
"Hey! Hey. Just breathe. Paul will understand if you don't want to talk." Leah reassured.
"Are you sure? Because Paul-"
Seth cut the girl off. "She's sure Y/N/N. He wouldn't pressure you into telling him something you don't want to. Now let's go eat I'm sure Little Bit in there is starving."
Both girls let out laughs.
"Um, guys, actually I was just going to go home. I don't wanna face Jacob's apologizes right now."
"Y/F/N you need to eat." Leah demanded.
"Just bring me something when you're finished? Please."
Leah sighed, knowing she wasn't changing the girls decision. "Fine. But you better eat everything I bring you."
"Pinky promise." She held up both her pinkies to Seth and Leah, Seth grabbing her pinky with his, giggling. Leah rolled her eyes, but nevertheless did the same.
"And..." The girl trailed. "Tell Paul that I took his truck. And that I'm ok?"
"So needy." Leah joked, dragging the 'y'.
"But fine I can do that."
"Thank you! You two are the best!"
"We know." They both said at the same time, causing the trio to laugh.
***
Back at home, the girl, took off her shoes and changed into pajama shorts and one of Paul's shirts.
Turning on her and Leah's favorite show to watch, 'The Vampire Diaries'. It was nice to watch people play supernatural creatures. Got their minds off of the real ones that loomed outside.
***
"Finally!" Was the first thing Leah and Seth heard as they walked through the door into Emily's and Sam's.
"Where's Y/N?" Was the second.
Leah was the one to tell Paul the situation.
"So, you just let her leave?" Paul said.
"Yes. She is a grown woman Paul." Leah retorted.
"She didn't even eat."
"I told her I would bring her something."
"I think I should go over there."
"No, you shouldn't." Sam butted in.
"And why not?!"
"Because Paul you just shifted you don't need to do that around her."
"I wouldn't hurt her." Paul glared.
"That's not the point. I said no and my answer is final. You will not go over to Y/N's tonight." Using his alpha voice, making Paul growl and leave the table.
***
"Is it bad that I'm kind of glad Sam did that?" The girl let out to her best friend.
"Yes!" Leah exclaimed.
"I just- I don't know what I would say to him."
"Your fear of confrontation is peeking through."
"Leah! This is serious."
"And I'm being serious. Paul deserves to know."
"I know. I'm just..." The girl let out a sigh. "Scared."
"You should never be scared with him. He looks at you like you're his sun. The thing that is keeping him alive."
"What if he doesn't want a baby? What if this is the one thing he can't handle with me." She whispered.
"That boy would love to start a family with you. The timing may not be ideal, but I've seen the way he looks at you. I saw the way he looked at you before the imprint. You are his literal everything and not just because fate decided you were destined. You were meant to have forever with each other way before fate decided it."
Y/N had tears in her eyes by the time Leah had finished. "I really needed that Leah." She sniffled. "I guess, sometimes, my insecurities take over. I've just been so scared, with the vampires and Bella. There's no time for a baby. Not in his life. He already has so much on him. Why do I need to add more?"
"Quit putting yourself down. You know you come first, when it comes to anything with Paul. A baby is not a burden, or something that just adds pressure. A baby can bring joy and bring people together. Maybe that's what we all need right now."
"Yeah. Maybe you're right."
"No maybe about it. I am right."
"Oh so modest." The girls giggled.
Thursday, June 26th
Awoken to heavy knocks on the front door, both girls growned, having stayed up most of the night talking.
"Y/N. Get the door." Leah grumbled.
"Why me?" The girl whined.
"It's your house."
"You kept me up all night."
"You mean you kept me up all night."
"No."
"Just open the door."
"Fine." She whined, pushing herself out of bed, looking at the clock on her nightstand that read 8:07 am.
Stomping to the door, grumbling profanities the whole way. She pulled the door open only to be greeted with-
"Paul?"
"Hey! I couldn't sleep without making sure you were ok. Jacob was an asshole. He never should have said those untrue things. I love your body and you should too. I think you're beautiful, inside and out. I don't care that you can eat two burgers, I love a woman that can hold her food. Yo-"
"Paul." She cut him off. "As sweet as this is, can we do it later? I'm sorry. Leah kept me up until 5 this morning and all I wanna do is curl up and take a hundred year nap."
"Yeah. Yeah. Of course. Want a cuddle buddy?" A smirk slowly rising on his face.
"You know I could never turn you down." She grinned pulling him inside and onto the couch.
***
By the time the girl woke Paul was already gone, a note in his place, telling her he had patrol but would be back after.
Leah was gone too, so the girl assumed the pack needed her as well.
Grabbing some clothes, she went into the bathroom and turned on the shower.
***
After a much needed shower, Y/N looked out the window and noticed Paul's truck still in the driveway and his keys still on her nightstand.
Grabbing the keys, and getting in the truck, she started her drive to Emily's.
***
"Hey Em." She called, walking inside.
"Heyyyy." Said girl peeked her head out the kitchen. "I need to talk to you."
"Ok, nothing stressful about that sentence at all."
"Have you told Paul?"
"Diving right in, I see." She muttered.
"Huh?" Emily called from the kitchen.
"Oh! Uh- no I haven't."
"Do you know when you're going to? Because I think you should soon, it'll make all this doubt you have go away."
"I don't know. Soon though, promise!"
Tuesday, July 7th
Everyone was gathered around Emily and Sam's table, laughing and joking around. Well, everyone except Jacob he was upset with Bella, which made him brood.
Y/N sat beside Paul, occasionally stealing the tomatoes off his plate, he always put them to the side for her to grab because they were her favorites and he wasn't that fond of them.
Going unnoticed by the pack and the imprints, everytime she'd take one Jacob would roll his eyes and scoff.
Grabbing the last one of Paul's plate and about to put it in her mouth she was stopped by Jacob's rude voice.
"Are you serious?" He scoffed.
Everyone looked around confused as to what his sudden outburst was about.
"Everything ok, Jacob?" Emily asked.
Jacob let out a little laugh and clicked his tongue.
This time Y/N spoke up.
"Are you upset, Jacob?"
"Me? What? No." He paused. "I do think Paul should be though."
"Why would Paul be upset?" You furrowed your eyebrows.
"Because his girlfriend has already had more than enough, but she's still eating. And not just that but taking it off his plate. Do you really need that much food Y/N? All it does is make you fatter, which is definitely not something you need. If anything you need to exercise more." He spat at her.
His outburst caused Kim and Emily to let out gasps. Jared and Paul standing up.
Paul had his mouth open about to say something but before he could Y/N interrupted.
"Paul. It's fine. He can feel the way he feels. I'm just gonna go home."
"No you're not." Emily piped in. "Jacob if you could please leave."
"What?" Jacob exclaimed.
"I asked if you could leave, I expect you to use respect in my house and until I see you give some to Y/N I want you to leave."
"She's not even apart of the pack."
"She's an imprint. We are apart of this pack, now are you gonna apologize or did I need to get Paul to escort you out?"
Jacob scuffed, "I'm sorry I called you fat, it may be true but it was not nice of me to say."
Paul was fuming, "I accept your apology"
"No she doesn't." Paul vented.
"Paul, it's fine I don't wanna cause a fight."
"You're not causing the fight. He is."
"He apologized. That's enough. Let's finish eating, then I have to tell you something."
***
"You wanted to tell me something?" Paul said, as he drove them home.
"Can it wait? I'm really tired and just wanna go to sleep."
"Of course, Sweetheart." He kisses her temple.
Thursday, July 9th
"I'm telling him."
All three girls let out simultaneous screams.
"Finally!" Emily exclaimed.
"Took you long enough" Leah joked.
"I still can't believe you're pregnant." Kim gasped.
"Well maybe I should wait a little longer, maybe until August?" Y/N let out a cheeky grin.
"No!" All three girls yelled.
The guys were on patrol and the imprints had the house to themselves. There was a knock at the door.
The girl laughed as she got up to get the door.
"Are you expecting anyone?" Leah questioned Emily.
"No." Emily whispered out.
"Y/N don't answer that." Leah called.
"Guys I invited someone." Y/N answered back.
"Who? We're your only friends." Leah joked.
Y/N opened the door, only for Bella to be standing awkwardly on the other side.
"Hi! Come in. Come in."
"No." Leah deadpanned.
"I thought it would be nice. Jacob really likes her."
"Why do you care what Jacob thinks? He's an ass."
"He wasn't always one. And a friend of Jake's is a friend of ours."
"Well, I think it was nice of Y/N to invite Bella. Make yourself at home Bella, the guys shouldn't be back for a while so it's just us girls. Right now we're just talking but later we're baking!" Emily clapped.
"Ok." Bella squeaked out.
"I don't think we've met. I'm Kim." She introduced herself.
"Bella." She said and waved.
"Well sit down, come on." Emily waved her over. "You ok if we still talk about.."
"Of course! As long as you promise not to tell the guys." Y/N put on her best serious face and looked Bella dead in her eyes.
"I barely talk to them."
"You can't tell Jacob."
"I won't tell Jacob."
"Ok..well I'm pregnant, the baby is Paul's and I haven't told him yet."
"Omg. Congratulations."
"Thank you! I'm kinda in this adrenaline thing right now and I'm hoping it won't wear off by the time Paul gets here." The girls giggled.
"So. Boys!" Emily exclaimed. "Jared?"
"We're really good. He's the greatest. The other day he tried to make me breakfast in bed, he got up really early, my parents were out of town, word of advice Em, never and I mean ever let Jared in the kitchen. It was sweet though he brought me fried eggs and bacon, only all of it was black." Kim laughed at the memory. "And I have a burnt spot on the wall in my kitchen, he still won't tell me what happened."
"He's such a klutz."
"But he makes it so adorable!"
The girls laughed at how in love she was.
"I already told y'all all my boy struggles." Y/N threw her hands up. "What about Sam?" She wiggled her eyebrows, causing the girls to let out giggles.
"Sam is..." Emily let out a sigh, "Sam is perfect. The wedding is soon, as you all know. But enough about me I wanna know about your love life Leah. Oh, and Bella would you like anything to drink, we've got wine and water, sorry not much."
"I'm good. Thank you." Bella muttered, still awkward.
"Leahhhh. Love life. Go." Emily may be a little tipsy.
"Can't talk about something that's non-existent."
"Leah don't lie. We're all friends here." Y/N blurted out.
"Fine. I did meet this girl....but that's all I'm saying!"
Emily and Kim let out pouts while Y/N laughed, maybe letting them have wine was a bad idea.
"You." Emily pointed at Bella.
"Me?" Bella questioned.
"Yes. How's your vamp?"
"Oh, um- he's nice, I guess."
"No. I need more than nice."
"He's really good at dancing." Bella shrugged.
"I need more." Emily begged.
Maybe Bella should of said yes to that wine.
***
It had been a good four hours and 4 out of 5 of the girls were more than tipsy. The 5th one just laughing her ass off at her friends.
The guys were in for a surprise when they came in. There was flour everywhere. In places where flour shouldn't be.
The girls were sitting in a circle in the kitchen, giggling, waiting on their cookies and brownies and muffins to be done. They got a little over board.
Then the door opened and the girls went silent. Sam walked through the door to be met with flour and baking ingredients all over the table and counters, along with 3 empty bottles of wine. He could hear whispers in the kitchen.
"Maybe if we stay really quiet they won't realize we're here." Emily whispered. The other girls giggling. "Shhhhh."
Sam peered over into the kitchen, watching the five girls huddle down, not noticing he was there. Hearing the guys he quieted them letting them look.
Emily peered up seeing the guys watch them causing her to squeak and the other girls to look up.
Each guy had an amused look on his face, watching the girls.
"Welp, grab one." Sam called.
Sam scooped Emily up into his arms, causing her to let out of squeal.
Jared did the same to Kim, and Jacob to Bella. Seth grabbed his sister, and Paul grabbed Y/N.
"Paul, wait, I have to tell you something" Y/N said. "I'm not drunk. I can't even drink."
He took the girl and sat her down outside. She stood in front of him, and he gave her a look to continue.
Hearing loud noises coming from the house, they both looked over only to see all four girls watching them with wide grins on their faces.
"What is happening?" Paul asked, with a confused smile.
In the background you could hear the girls screaming with excitement.
"Here goes nothing. Paul..."
"Yes."
"I'm pregnant."
Paul's face was pure shock, all the girls in the background screaming and cheering.
"We're gonna have a baby?"
"Yeah. We're gonna have a baby. It's why I've been getting bigger, as Jacob so kindly reminds me."
"I'll kill him if you want me to."
"I know you would."
"I have a question."
"Shoot."
"Why is the leech lover here?"
"I invited her. She's actually really nice. I get why Jacob likes her."
"I can't believe we're going to have a baby."
"Me neither."
"I love you so much."
"I love you too."
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Chapter 3. Merry… *checks notes* Ides… of.. March?
A beginner’s guide to Tumblr holidays
These just happen sometimes:
DAY 15 GIVE IT UP FOR DAY 15
Thursday the 20th
The Fifth of Wednesday
Sometime in June: That One Halloween Post Starts Circulating
Sometime in July: Dancing Pumpkin Man Video/Gif
Every week these happen:
Every Monday: El Muchacho Monday
Every Tuesday: Tuesday Again? No Problem...
Every Wednesday: Wet Beast Wednesday
Every Thursday: Out of Touch Thursday
Every Friday: Flat Fuck Friday
Every Saturday: Don't @ Me, I'm Chilling/Caturday
Every Sunday: Fingers In His Ass Sunday
Every year these are holidays:
January 16: Appreciate a Dragon Day
January 29: Threshold Day
All of February: Funguary
February 14: Aromantic/Asexual Day
March 9: Miku Day
March 10: Mario Day
March 14: Pi Day
March 15: Ides of March
March 23: Ever Given Got Stuck Today
April 1: Mishapocalypse
April 2: Dashcon Announcement Anniversary
April 3: Dannypocalypse
April 8: Rex Manning Day
ALSO April 8: MARGARET THATCHER IS DEAD
April 13: Neil Banging Out The Tunes
ALSO April 13: Homestuck Day
April 20: haha 420 blaze it
April 25: The Perfect Date
April 28: Ed Balls Day
April 30: It's Gonna Be May
All of May: Mermay
May 3: Beginning of Dracula Daily
May 4: May the 4th Be With You
May 5: Revenge of the Fifth
May 25: The Glorious 25th of May
All of June: Pride Month
ALSO All of June: IT'S HALLOWEEN TIME TO GET SPOOKY
June 5: Barricade Day
June 16: Let Papyrus Say Fuck
July 20: Moon Landing
September 8: The Queen Is Dead and Sans Undertale Killed Her
September 21: DO YOU REMEMBER-
All of October: SKELETON WAR
ALSO All of October: Inktober
October 3: Mean Girls Day
ALSO October 3: Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood Day
October 20: Unnecessary Feelings Day
October 31: HALLOWEEN
November 5: honestly what didn't happen that day
November 19: Goncharov
All of December: Will the Gävle Goat Get Destroyed Again?
December 10: Please, It's Christmas
December 24: ALMOST CHRISTMAS MEANS IT WASN'T CHRISTMAS
More advice here!
#twitter migration#tumblr guide#twitter refugees#twitter exodus#twitter#reddit migration#reddit exodus#reddit#reddit refugee#reddit blackout#169#169 blackout#Chapter 3. Merry *checks notes* Ides… of.. March?
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JayTimWeek 2023
It's finally time to announce the offical dates and prompts for this year's event! Thank you all for participating in the voting poll and letting us know which prompts you were most interested in! As always, our main goal is for our creators to have fun, so don't feel obligated to participate in every day or use every prompt if it doesn't inspire you.
New this year is an additional genre theme for each day of the week. If you'd like to use these, they can help set the tone of your works or this could be your chance to create a jaytim version of your favorite piece of media that fits the genre for that day!
And now, the moment we've all been waiting for:
Sunday, June 25th | Genre:Thriller | Villains AU | Identity Porn | Photography
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TLT Big Resurrection Event - Rules & Timeline
What is The Locked Tomb Big Resurrection Event?
TLT BRE is an event where authors, artists, and cosplayers come together to create wonderful creations. It starts with authors coming up with the synopses of the fics they will be writing. Cosplayers and Artists will be able to claim a fic they’d like to make art for. Each pair will work together and be able to hype each other up. At the end, they’ll be assigned a posting date where their fic and art will go live.
Sign ups will be done via Google Forms and communication after that will take place in the official Discord server (an invite link will be sent after you sign up)
Authors:
Fics are to be a minimum of 10,000 words.
All ratings and topics are allowed, but we request that they be properly tagged in both the synopsis you submit and later on Ao3 when they are posted.
Works must be a part of The Locked Tomb fandom. Settings from other media are allowed, but characters are not.
Fics are to be posted in their completion. Multiple chapters are fine, but they need to be posted at the same time on the date assigned.
Artists:
The minimum is at least one piece of art made to go along with the fic you claimed.
While color is not necessary, we do require that the art be finished and clean.
Art can be digital, hand-drawn, or hand-painted. Whichever materials you use (when choosing for traditional rather than digital) is completely up to you.
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Sunday, February 26th - Sunday, March 26th: Sign Ups
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While we encourage writers to begin their plotting or writing before this date, this is the official starting date. Synopses are due for writers today.
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Pairings will get the dates and times to post their works.
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𝙱.𝙰.𝚁.𝙴.𝙵.𝙾.𝙾.𝚃
⋆ ★ 𝙹𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝙷𝚎𝚝𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚍
" 𝚘𝚑, 𝚒 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚒 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊 𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚒 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚔𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚗 " ⋆ ★
part four of multiple
𝙱.𝙰.𝚁.𝙴.𝙵.𝙾.𝙾.𝚃 • 𝙲.𝙾.𝙽.𝚃.𝙴.𝙽.𝚃.𝚂
⋆ ★ warnings: depictions of abuse, mentions of death, suicidal thoughts
⋆ ★ word count: 5.9k
the contents of this story will not be for everyone. if you aren't comfortable with unethical and/or age-gap relationships, then do not read.
»»———- story by 30-3am ———-««
Chapter Four - The Wrath Of Man
06:37, 25th June
Downey, CA
James weaved himself into her routine like ivy between trestles, growing in fairness every time she clambered up into the passenger seat of his truck. He adorned a smile, sometimes with his cowboy hat, sometimes without, but always - morning or evening - with a cigar between his lips. The scent permeated through the cab, sinking into the seats and making a slow crawl towards Heather. Much like he, the cigar smoke consumed her. So much so, that on Wednesday night, Brittany had grabbed her by the collar, pulled Heather towards her and sniffed. Her face had curled in confusion, her eyebrows furrowing as she let her friend go.
“You been smokin’ cigars?” she’d asked incredulously, scoffing in disbelief at the notion the woman in front of her was smoking stogies.
“No…” Heather had tried to contain her smile, giddy as she realised she spent so much time with James that she even started to smell like him. The crush was juvenile, something that had been developing since she set eyes on him. She denied that it was anything more than attraction, knowing that nothing would come of it if she attempted to make a pass at him. James was a respectable man. She was a kid, an overwhelming thirty-six years younger, and she tried not to let her thoughts run too unorthodox in fear that her feelings would deepen and she’d find herself in a situation nobody was too fond of.
Cigar smoke was a smell she had come to love - the sweet aroma of tobacco and leather steadily turning into a comfort. It was so similar but so vastly different from the harsh combination of stale smoke and perilous chemicals that were the Camel Reds her daddy smoked.
It wasn’t just the cigars he smoked that had become her solace - it was everything about him. The warmth that settled in her stomach and spread throughout her body every time she spoke to him, the smile he pulled from her that had long been lost somewhere deep in the back of her throat. He helped her settle, single-handedly stopping the shake of her hands and the loss of breath that caused panic to shower over her; he made her feel.
His stupid jokes made her laugh, his kindness bringing her to the brink of tears. He was a presence lathered in a sheen of calm, always granting her more than she thought she deserved. To be around him was to feel liberated. With the window down, Joni Mitchell (he had brought her two of her albums ever since she professed her love for the artist) spilling from the speakers, the sun rising in the east and crawling its way to connect in holy matrimony with the sky, she was liberated. She was calm.
It was a Friday morning, the weekend closing in on them and, with every passing car and every turn of the wheel, she prayed that the journey would take just a minute longer. Sixty seconds more of undisturbed bliss was all she needed.
However, the steady roll of the car was slowing near her driveway and her closed eyes opened in annoyance that her peace, her sample of heaven, was slowly slipping from her fingers.
Heather rubbed at her eyes, sitting up straight in her seat as James took a left and drove into the drive, gripping his cigar with his teeth.
She almost didn’t see him, shadowed by the porch and swinging absent-mindedly in her porch swing, but the scent of Camel Reds entered her nose through the open window and a fear so striking that she thought she would’ve died from shock right there, travelled through her body. She couldn’t miss him. Her whole body tightened, the lethargy she had been experiencing from a long shift and the morning heat shedding off her skin and falling to the floor in a disused heap.
James saw him too; he stiffened in his seat.
Tears threatened her, the lump in her throat large and intimidating. Admittedly, she had been lucky to get this far without him noticing and had forgotten that there was a huge possibility that he could find out exactly what she had been up to. She had been lucky the Sunday he dropped her off that her dad had been only just waking; it was bad enough she was taking advantage of James’ kindness for something constructive like work, but when she was doing nothing but entertaining herself, there was no defence. He would rip into her like a bear devouring fresh meat, stealing her organs and dashing the entrails on the walls.
Heather didn’t want to get out of the car. She couldn’t will herself to move from the seat, her bare legs sticking to the leather and her eyes fixated entirely on his figure. He grew as she shrunk, towering over her like a predator.
“Hey.” James gained her attention, her eyes flicking from the porch to blue. As soon as she stepped from the vehicle she would be shunted from warmth and into the unforgivingness of a brisk chill. “You call me if you need anything, okay, kid?”
She nodded, her stomach flipping in anxiety. Her concern must’ve been evident on her face because his body screamed out in pity, his eyes scanning over her and silently offering his condolences. Her hands were twitching towards his, begging him with every ounce of herself for him to not leave her alone.
Stay. Stay with me.
He remained in his seat, only offering her the comfort of his sympathy.
“Yeah…” She cleared her throat upon realising how quiet she sounded. “Yeah, I will.”
Picking up her backpack, her body regained its movement and shock turned into dread. Her ears rang as she popped the door open, her legs shaking as she stepped out of the passenger side and closed the door behind her. She had to retry and close it a second time after her weak arms were not strong enough to make it click shut.
“See you tonight, sweetheart,” James said through the open window. She didn’t have the heart nor the strength to tell him that that would not be the case, that he would be lucky if he ever saw her again after the berating that would soon befall her.
“Yeah.” She nodded, unable to think of any other words to express her emotions.
She was terrified. Plainly and simply frightened of what would occur when she faced him. She could feel his eyes, glowing under the shadow of the porch and staring at her with venom. His hatred burned and scarred her skin.
The truck was still humming gently in the driveway, a beacon of safety that she was forced from - into danger.
Rob flicked the cigarette onto the porch, putting it out with his foot. She would pick it up for him later.
A smile was sent her way, toothy and big that garnered an underlying menace imperceptible to anyone but her. Then, he waved to James, advancing towards his truck - her safety. The porch creaked with each of his steps and he pushed his way into the light.
“Go inside, Hattie.” She nodded, knowing better than to argue. Compliance was key. Compliance was how she had managed to survive as long as she had. She briefly heard him greet James as she pushed the door open. It was cold in the house, the living room doused in a yellow glow from the incoming sun. He had not opened the drapes yet and it was characteristically dark, dust particles swimming in the little light provided by the cracks in the stained curtains.
Poker chips littered the coffee table, cards filling the spaces between. Empty beer bottles with the labels peeled off and whiskey glasses empty of cheap liquor sat at the same table, and there was a strong scent of cigars in the air. Not James’ cigars. Not the solace of his leather and wood but, instead, burnt ammonia. The cigars of a poor man who craved the image of opulence.
“We left the bar early to play poker.” She jumped at the sound of his voice, grabbing the straps of her bag and breathing in the harshness of his fresh cigarette. “Called James to see if he wanted to come over but he didn’t answer.”
Her eyes were fixated on the shadow of a cross above the mantelpiece. He had taken it down. He had taken her hope - her God.
“That’s a-” Heather cleared her throat, slowly turning in her preferred spot on the floor, her shoes squeaking against the wood. “That’s a shame.”
Robert sighed, his head hanging low as he shook it and brought the cigarette to his lips. She tried breathing the smoke in, wanting the sedation of nicotine to stop her shaking and calm her fears.
“Was a real shame.” He stalked across the room, his boots clanging loudly against the floor. When she was younger, she had studied the sound and revised it until she knew his walking pattern for every occasion: when he was drunk, when he was sober, and when he was angry. It was a sound she grew accustomed to - a sound that, when it reached her ears, she tried desperately to avoid the creator it.
Sometimes, she couldn’t avoid him. Those were the bad days.
“Sit down, Hattie.” She hated that goddamn nickname. It made her seethe and brought her to a level she never dared cross. If she did she would be dead before her twenty-third birthday. So, she obeyed, forcing her shaky legs over to her armchair and peeling her bag from her back, placing it next to the furniture before sitting down atop the cushions.
He sniffed as he paced the length of the living room, taking long drags between scoffs of disbelief. The anger emanated from him in harsh waves, rolling through the house and shaking it until the ceiling cracked and caved in on her.
“You’re twenty-one and I’m still fucking telling you how to behave.” Each word was punctuated - each letter stabbing her in the chest with shame and disappointment and fear.
“I’m twenty-two,” she whispered, her voice cracking as she spoke, cracks that she knew he would relish in. What was man’s purpose if not to assert and instil fear?
“I don’t fucking care, Heather!”
She flinched as he shouted, his voice bouncing off the walls and repeating in her head. “Daddy, I’m sorry I-.”
“Shut the fuck up.”
She sunk into her seat, trying to regulate her breathing as he glared right at her. Eye contact was unfathomable, and she averted her gaze to the floor, pushing her hands into her thighs to stop her leg from jumping up and down anxiously.
“I told you…” He breathed in sharply, needing a moment to control himself. “I told you to stay away from him.”
He stopped his pacing near the front door, shaking his head and bringing the cigarette to his lips again.
“Why can’t you just listen?” he muttered, more so to himself.
Silence covered them like snow covered the plains, leaving Heather with nothing but the ringing in her ears and the harsh beating of her heart. With a swallow to soften the dryness in her throat, she found her voice, trying to reason with him to keep the wild animal locked tight within. When it broke out was when she was truly in danger.
“I’m sorry but he offered to drive me to work. I- I promise I said no but he insisted.”
There was a pause as he processed her words, his brain working to find the right response.
“He insisted?” He scoffed, boots loud with each step he got closer. “I don’t fucking care if he insisted, Heather!” Closer and closer until he was standing in front of the coffee table, his right hand reaching for a beer bottle and slinging it at the wall. It shattered and fell to the floor, breaking with its death and loss of stability. Another thing Robert Palmer managed to shatter and crumble until it was nothing but dust settling on the windowsill.
Suddenly, his finger was in her face, his whole body looming over her as he rested his left hand on the arm of her seat. The smoke filled her nose, and she glanced at the cigarette threatening to burn into the chair and kill them both.
“I don’t fucking care if he threatened to fucking kill you.” Spit landed on her face, her nose wrinkling at the sensation and the overwhelming scent of whiskey and Camels that wafted off his body. “I told you.” The heat from his body curled into her, searing off her skin until it melted off her and left only bone and a broken soul.
The finger pushed into her chest, her whole body recoiling in protest. Just be good. Be good and he’ll go away.
“I’m not letting you fuck him over like you did the last one!” Swallowing away the lump in her throat, she attempted to breathe normally, to not display the hatred crawling through her flesh and be good. Be scared and be complaisant. “You be a whore with whoever else you want but not my friends you fucking understand me?”
Words refused to form, her whole body locked in defence. Her body garnered the opinion that if she played dead he might go away. But she knew he was aware of her mortality and wanted to keep her alive as long as possible so he did not have to find another weak soul to torment. Heather knew, if she were to die, it would not be sudden. He would torture her until she was begging to be taken to the Lord, to face his judgement and inevitably be placed into the hands of the Devil.
“Answer me.” The two words were not shouted, they were said concerningly quietly. The calm before the storm raged and hurt.
“He was just taking me to work.” Someone had granted her some bravery and she thanked whoever it was. Perhaps God, perhaps her mother, and perhaps James. She would express her gratitude in her prayers. “I promise, Daddy, nothing is gonna happen.”
Crazed fury flashed beneath his eyes and seeped onto his features; his lip curled, his nose turned up at her in disgust and a vein popped out of his forehead. The finger in her chest loosened in disbelief and as he straightened up, she could see clearly that the cage was cracked and she had no way of keeping the beast inside it.
“You’re a fuckin’ whore.” He clenched his jaw hard enough to crack teeth and turned away from her with such disgust - like she was too ugly to even look at. He took a final drag of the cigarette, ash dropping to his feet and he pushed it into the ashtray sitting in the middle of the table. “Why…why are you always trying to get involved in my business?” The question was deemed rhetorical as he picked up the ashtray, one that they had had since she was little, the white ceramic not even recognisable as its original colour from constant use. Her mother had used it, she used it, her dad used it. It was the one thing that brought them together and now, it was in his rage-filled hands, impending danger washing over the poor object.
She wanted to scream in protest as he flung it at the wall, cigarette butts raining down on the rug and ceramic shattering in large chunks next to them. Silent submission was all she could muster, her hands too shaky to even attempt to brush away the singular tear that slipped down her cheek.
“I swear to God, Heather.” He took two long strides to the door, keys jangling as he pulled them from the bowl on the side table that nestled next to the entrance of her home. God, please make him leave. “I’m fucking sick of seeing your face. You’re just like your mother.” He stuffed his cigarettes into his pocket, picked up his lighter, and tried to repeat his previous actions. When he was unsuccessful in his attempts to safely secure it and the lighter fell to the floor, he screamed expletives, pushing the side table over and spilling the keys onto the floor. It hit the ground with a loud thump, the banging turning to stillness as he stopped moving.
Heather was silent, staying seated and not daring to move. She stifled a sob, afraid that any movement would provoke him. It even felt wrong to breathe.
There was a moment of calm as he stood there, eyes fixated on the mess he’d made. Then he uttered his version of goodbye, not bothering to pick up his lighter. “Clean up.”
The door opened and then slammed shut in one swift movement.
Heather sat there for a while, silent tears streaming down her face as she let the fear subside and transform into misery. When she let out the first sob, her whole body broke down. Her hands covered her eyes, her body convulsing with sobs and tears stained her uniform. She cried until she felt sick, her chest aching and her head throbbing with the force of her sorrow
Why did he have to do this? Why did he have to persist in ruining every good thing she had? He had ruined her mother, had forced her to a point that Heather felt looming over her in a grey rain cloud that threatened to break and emit acid. However, God said it was wrong to fall off that ledge, and it was the only thing keeping her alive. He had taken away her chance of knowing the love of a good father and he was now taking away the only glimmer of hope she had encountered since Mama died. It pained her. It left her body writhing in a heap on the floor with no one to stop the shake.
“Fuck,” she muttered to herself, her voice wobbling as she brushed her tears away and took a deep breath. It would be wise to start cleaning. There was no way of telling when he would be back and his wrath would return if the place was not put back together.
With a sniff, she stood, grabbing onto the back of the chair to stabilise herself as a wave of vertigo washed over her. When it passed, she took a singular step into the mess, broken glass littering the floor and glimmering with the sun. Tears filled her eyes again when she saw the chunks of ceramic on the floor.
Her mother had brought that ashtray. She had replaced it when her father broke the old one in a fit of rage not dissimilar to the one Heather just experienced.
Young Heather had been sitting next to her father on the couch when she brought it to its residence. It was a Sunday, but Heather had been too sick to go to church, so she decided to watch TV with her dad instead. Mama had walked through the door an hour after service had ended and banged the ashtray down on the table. Heather had jumped and shuffled a little further away from Robert when he glared at his wife.
“Don’t break that one.” Andrea Palmer would never have spoken to her husband in such a way a few years later, his anger and power forcing her to be silent.
“Yeah, whatever.” He was a known liar. It was ignorant to believe that he was being honest. “Move outta the way, I’m tryna watch the TV.”
That ashtray had remained with them when she was alive and when she died, succumbing to the passage of time.
He had burned everything Andrea owned when she was gone, had sent all of her clothes to Goodwill, and called her a selfish bitch as he banished her from the Palmer household. It was either laziness or sentimentality that he had not removed the ashtray at the time; it was more than likely the former.
So, Heather had clutched onto it with an iron fist, the memory of her mother alight every time she stubbed out her Marlboros. Now, it was gone. Nothing but another thing to throw away.
She decided to leave it until all the glass was safely in the trash, the threat of breaking her skin a more sensible concern.
She didn’t know how long it took her to clean up, but tears blurred her vision as she swept up the glass and picked up the side table. Her heart ached painfully in her chest as she put all the keys back in the bowl that had miraculously not broken and placed the pieces of ashtray carefully in her palm. There was a small part of her that hoped she could salvage it and, if it could not be put back together, she would keep it close as a reminder of her aspirations; the promise she had made to her mother exactly three days before she passed.
Once the house was presentable again, exhaustion set in. Her tears had left nausea swilling through her gut, her brain banging against her skull, and her eyes heavy and threatening to close. She retired to her room, not wanting her father to find her asleep on his couch when he inevitably returned. Pressing kissed fingers to the picture of her mom, placing the broken ashtray next to her and with a sorry to God, she curled up atop the covers, her eyes filling with unwanted tears again.
She wanted to put on her music but was too afraid of the consequences to move, she wanted to play guitar but her hands were too shaky to press the strings, and she wanted to sing but found she had no voice. He had ripped it from her, just like he ripped everything else.
As she stumbled into sleep, her body drifting away from the plane of reality, the buzzing of her phone in her uniform pocket jolted her upright; her head thrummed with the sudden movement.
If she wasn’t such a people pleaser, she would’ve ignored whoever wanted her attention but she didn’t enjoy any possibility of not answering. It could’ve been Brittany, begging for help because she was out of money again and couldn’t pay her bills, it could’ve been her dad barking instructions at her that, if disregarded, would result in his rage-filled fist coming down in a harsh thwack to her ambition. She pulled the phone from her pocket, an old thing that was scratched and died even when fully charged, and read the name.
James.
Oh, James.
“You call me if you need anything, okay, kid?” She had not called so he had come to her. His concern brought tears to her eyes which she quickly swallowed down, determined to not make him suspicious of her situation. He could not know. He would never know. Heather was already acutely aware of his pity, of his perception that she was weak. It stung that he saw her as a scared child, inconsolable as she cried in the corner and begged for help.
Heather answered the call with a shaky finger, sitting up and hugging her knees to her chest as she brought the phone to her ear.
“Hey, kid.” She stifled a sob with her hand, pulling the phone from her ear as she breathed heavily. She wanted to be held, she wanted someone to pull her close and whisper comforts she did not believe in. She wanted to feel the warmth of another human, to hear their heart beat in their chest, and let their support heal her woes. She had been alone for so long, but he was there and he was whole and she needed his consolation more than she needed to breathe.
“Hi,” she said simply as she sniffed, phone back to her ear so she could hear his steady breathing, the deep solace of his voice.
“You okay?” There was shuffling on the other end, a door slamming and keys rustling. She checked the time. It was almost eight o’clock.
“Yeah…yeah I’m good.” Trying to disguise the shake in her voice was unmanageable and his consolidation of his previous question made her know he didn’t believe her.
“You sure?”
“Yeah. I’m fine.” It was easier to lie. Always was, and she decided to repent for her deceit when she was on her deathbed. Hopefully, God, in all his omnibenevolence, would forgive her.
“Good.” He didn’t sound entirely convinced, but he also didn’t push, and she was grateful for it. “Just wanted to check.”
Thank you, she wanted to say, but she found that the words were stuck in her throat and she couldn’t force them out.
The phone was growing hot against the skin of her ear, her chin coming to rest on her knees and her head lolling to the side in fatigue. She was truly exhausted and, as she looked in the mirror, her enervation was evident on her face. It made her look all that uglier, the bags under her eyes dark, her sclera red, and her cheeks swollen. Heather had never thought she was pretty. The colour of her hair and eyes were simultaneously boring and indistinctive, the same colour that the majority of the population held. Her nose had always been too big; as soon as she turned to the side the arch was visible and repulsive. Her eyebrows were too thin, her cheekbones not defined enough, and the baby fat had still not managed to make its way off her face. Every time she smiled, she refused to show her teeth, too aware of what it felt like to smile when she was younger and be laughed at by the children who didn’t understand the perils of having crooked teeth. They were fixed now, but the scars were still there. Truthfully, she was disgusted by herself.
She looked too much like her father to even entertain the idea that she was attractive.
Even as her eyes travelled down her body, she found that she liked nothing she saw. Her breasts had stayed the same size since she was fourteen, her thighs touched when she stood straight and there was a dip in her hips that had caused tears to fall from her eyes when she was twelve and realised they were there. She was ugly. Plainly and simply unattractive. No matter how many times Brittany told her she looked good, no matter how many times her mother had dressed her in her Sunday best and told her what a gorgeous girl she would become, there was always something telling her that they were liars.
“Well, I’ll see you later then?” James snapped her back, her eyes flicking from the godforsaken mirror that had been crushing her security since she was old enough to know what was desired and expected of her.
“Um…” She couldn’t. She shouldn’t. If he found out again, his wrath would rain down on her harder than when God sent the flood to earth. “I can walk today.”
Heather tried to keep her voice as light as possible as she picked at a scab on her shin, her head spinning and the room rotating with it. She wanted to sleep. She wanted her haven back. It was no longer the porch, it was his Ford, with the dodgy stereo and the scent of cigars. It was him when he let her rest her eyes and let her pick the music and displayed insurmountable kindness - the sort of kindness she had not experienced for as long as she had existed.. He stopped her from feeling sad. She was always fucking sad, and he was the only relief she had ever been granted. Now, it was gone. Daddy had stolen it from her like Daddy had stolen everything else.
Thou shalt not steal. Thief. Sinner.
She wished to see him through the lens of youth, where she did not understand his drinking was more than recreation, when she did not understand why he treated Mama so harshly and when she still believed that he was good however much he persisted in showing he was not.
More than anything, she wanted a father.
“You sure?” That was the second time he had to consolidate and she hadn’t realised just how difficult it was to lie to him. She had never been very good at lying in the first place. She blamed God and her insistence to be holy for that.
“Yeah, I promise it’s okay.” It wasn’t. Every good thing she had was cramped into that truck, but the sides were cracking and it all spilt out onto the floor until she had nothing left.
“Alright.” Part of her wanted him to beg for her, to confirm that her company was just as important to him as his was to her. But, however harsh the realisation was, however much it stung her to believe it, he did not see her as she saw him. He was her light, her beacon, the star that guided the three wise men to Jesus. Without him, it was like navigating the depths of a cave without a flashlight. She would inevitably become lost. The worst of it all was that he had only been around for a little over a week. How pathetic, to depend upon the first person who gave her even the smallest amount of attention. “Call me if you wanna be picked up, though. I’m always free.” She could sense his smile through the phone, the obligatory pity-filled smile that always seemed to make its way to her and her only.
“Yeah, okay. Thank you, James.”
“No problem.”
Heather gazed at the broken pieces of the ashtray on top of her drawers, then flicked her attention to the picture frame next to it. She supposed she had the same eyes as her mother, perpetual sadness filling them even in times of merriment. And she did not remember that picture of her and Andrea ever being taken but, oh, how she cherished it. Every morsel of Mama she found was better than finding the pot of gold at the end of a rainbow. She had found that picture piled on top of all the other stuff friends had helped Dad accumulate in his time of grief. They did not know that their kindness was used in vain as when they left, all their hard work was destroyed or lost forever.
Robert had told Heather what he planned to do with her mother's belongings. And so, in the dead of night - with light feet and her favoured stuffed pink rabbit clutched to her chest - she snuck into Mama and Daddy's room and snatched the picture.Her dad did not even recognise that the object was missing when he woke, hungover, the next morning.
There was silence over the phone that gradually started to become more awkward than she could bear and she kept her eyes firmly on her mother, the words they shared during her last days ringing in her ears.
“Be good for your father.”
“Look after him.”
“Look after yourself.”
“Say your prayers for me.”
“I’ll be proud of you no matter what.”
No matter what. Even if Heather broke the first two promises she had made, her mother would be proud.
Heather’s gaze burned into the picture, then into the ashtray, the silence building and building until it felt as if it was never-ending.
“Look after yourself.”
This was her looking after herself. To be with James was to be happy.
“Do you have any superglue?” It was a start.
“Superglue?”
Heather cleared her throat, laying back until her head rested against the headboard and her back relaxed from being hunched over her knees for so long.
“Yeah.” The skirt of her dress inched down her thighs, nestling around her hips as she angled herself downward on the bed. She stared at the paleness, her legs not the colour of a woman who lived in California. She mapped the moles and freckles dotted across the skin and peeled her eyes away at the lack of a gap between her thighs. She pushed her feet further apart to create the illusion that she had what she desired. “I dropped the ashtray while I was trying to empty it, and it’s ceramic so it kinda broke in chunks, you know? I think it’s salvageable but I don’t have any glue to fix it with.”
She was almost certain that, if she ventured out into the overgrown jungle of the backyard and cracked open her dad's old paint-chipped, rusted shed, she would find what she was looking for. But she decided that was best not to mention and waited patiently for his reply.
“Uh…” He trailed off. There was shuffling from his end and the roll of an opening drawer. He decided on his answer a second later. “Yeah…yeah, I think I do.” The drawer shut with a snap, the objects inside it rustling in annoyance. “You can come round now and I’ll fix it for you or just call me some other day and we can get it sorted.”
Her head begged her to take him up on the first offer, the prospect of seeing him so soon after leaving him too exciting to comprehend. But her body screamed out in exhaustion, every limb feeling heavy and every joint aching with toil and hardship. Besides, it would be nice to have something to look forward to when she woke up; something to keep her going through the working night and mundanity of the day.
“I’m kinda tired right now,” she lamented, ironically stifling a yawn. “But I can come ‘round on Sunday when I’m not at work.”
It was Friday and she needed a day to prepare. Running her hands over her legs, hair prickled her palms. She would need to shave. Another hand through her hair greeted grease, too. She would need to wash it. Anything to impress the man. Even if she would not be in his truck, she would be with him. That counted for something.
“Fine by me, kid.” Despite herself, she cracked a small smile, her teeth veiled by her lips as they flicked upwards. It was a small relief from the intensity of the events that occurred, but small victories were still victories. “What time you wanna come round?”
“Eleven?” she asked cautiously, a question with no right or wrong answer still making her nervous.
“Eleven,” he repeated confidently, soothing her anxiety. “I’ll make sure I’m home.”
As they said their goodbyes, Heather was hesitant to put the phone down. She then realised that eleven was her time for church; the time when she would wrestle with the Lord and pace outside the building until she couldn’t feel her legs. But he was gone by the time she had the realisation, and this Sunday slowly became the first Sunday she would not bestow herself unto God. It was also the first time she was looking forward to a Sunday since believing in what was not there.
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A/N: i hope you enjoyed!! i pretty much banged this out in two days and i just edited it with two beers in my system at midnight so if there are any mistakes then please tell me.
as i say every time, if you are uncomfortable with any of the subjects mentioned, feel free to message me.
feedback is always appreciated.
alana.
#james hetfield#metallica#barefoot#james hetfield smut#james hetfield fanfiction#metallica smut#metallica fanfiction#james hetfield x oc
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So as we all know, with the exception of last year, the Rayllum corner has a habit of having a Rayllum month in July, on account of both our kiddos’ birthdays falling within two weeks of each other (the 15th and 31st respectively). However, with S5 Ocean also dropping sometime in July, I thought it’d be prudent to schedule something more tentative.
The technical dates I’m considering are June 17th to July 1st, featuring two weeks of Rayllum angst -- I mean goodness! However, I could see merit in pushing it back further if we get a later month release date. Like previous Rayllum month events, it’s two days for each prompt, giving you more of a chance to enjoy all the lovely fanworks as well as prepare your own! Fanart, fanfiction, headcanon lists, analysis, prediction posts, rewatches, playlists, and anything and everything else is more than welcome! I did my best to tailor the prompts to the specific post-S4, pre-S5 hype, but as always these are suggestions! Anything that fits the “s5 speculation” Rayllum vibe is 100% encouraged.
Sunday June 17th: Flowers
Tuesday June 19th: Possession
Thursday June 21st: Reconciliation
Saturday June 23rd: Swords / Coins
Monday June 25th: First Kiss (Again)
Wednesday June 27th: End of the World
Friday June 29th: Water
NSFW and more explicit/violent content is definitely welcome so long as it is tagged accordingly. While there are lots of possible angst factors to explore in the upcoming season - TTM fallout, angsting over Runaan, dark magic, and possession - fluff is also very very welcome! Tags for the event will be #Rayllum week 2023 (with spaces) and #Rayllum’s bad vibes rodeo (with spaces).
If you have any questions my ask box is open and I hope we all have a lovely time creating, planning, and enjoying this final S5 hurrah!
#rayllum#tdp#the dragon prince#rayllum week 2023#rayllum's bad vibes rodeo#fandom events#hiatus hoedown#(affectionate)#my edits#graphics#arc 2#s5 spoilers#tdp spoilers#s5#rayllum fandom#tdp rayla#tdp callum
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Mary Shelley’s Lake Geneva diary from August 2nd, 1816…
“Friday, August 2. — I go to the town with Shelley, to buy a telescope for his birthday present. In the evening Lord Byron and he go out in the boat, and, after their return, Shelley and Clare go up to Diodati; I do not, for Lord Byron did not seem to wish it. Shelley returns with a letter from Longdill, which requires his return to England. This puts us in bad spirits. I read Rêveries and Adèle et Théodore de Madame de Genlis, and Shelley reads Pliny’s Letters.”
This was the day that Percy, Claire, and Byron discussed Claire’s pregnancy and what they were going to do about custody rights. Shelley had already known about Claire’s pregnancy for at least a month and was most likely the first to know, since after he and Byron almost drowned on June 25th he had secretly written a will that left sums to Claire and any person of her choice — her name being near the top of the list along with Mary, his wife Harriet, and all his children. Considering that Byron later believed the Hoppner Scandal (unconfirmed rumours that Claire had a secret child with Percy which was given for adoption or aborted) — and that historians believe Claire and Shelley were probably sexually involved at various periods — some people believe that the paternity of the child was called into question. Claire’s identity as the child’s mother would be hidden from the public to protect her reputation, and Byron and Shelley both accepted responsibility for the child (though Shelley was arguably more attached), although everyone agreed that the child (Allegra) looked and acted like Byron, and was therefore his.
Byron in a letter to his sister about Claire and the rumours surrounding his time at Geneva:
“. . . as to all these ‘mistresses’ — Lord help me — I have had but one. Now don't scold — but what could I do? A foolish girl, in spite of all I could say or do, would come after me, or rather went before, for I found her here, and I have had all the plague possible to persuade her to go back again, but at last she went. Now, dearest, I do most truly tell thee that I could not help this, that I did all I could to prevent it, and have at last put an end to it. I was not in love nor have any love left for any, but I could not exactly play the Stoic with a woman who had scrambled eight hundred miles to un-philosophize me, besides I had been regaled of late with so many ‘two courses and a dessert’ (Alas!) of aversion, that I was fain to take a little love (if pressed particularly) by way of novelty. And now you know all that I know of the matter, & it's over.”
A decade later, Claire Clairmont wrote to Jane Williams:
“What would I not give to have an unhappy passion, for then one has full permission and a perfect excuse to fall into a happy one; one has something to expect, but a happy passion, like death, has finis written in such large characters in its face there is no hoping for any possibility of a change. You will allow me to talk upon this subject, for I am unhappily the victim of a happy passion. I had one; like all things perfect in its kind, it was fleeting, and mine only lasted ten minutes, but these ten minutes have discomposed the rest of my life.
The passion, God knows for what cause, from no faults of mine, however, disappeared, leaving no trace whatever behind it except my heart wasted and ruined as if it had been scorched by a thousand lightnings.“
Sadly, Allegra Byron died at the age of five due to a sudden outbreak of typhus in Romagna where Byron had enrolled her in a private convent school. This was a betrayal to Claire, as they had promised each other that Allegra should never be apart from one of her parents, due to Claire’s prediction that something terrible would happen if so. However, Byron argued that having a good Italian-Catholic education would give Allegra higher marriage prospects in Italy than any education she could have in England, partly due to her illegitimacy and partly due to the tarnished reputations of the Byron/Shelley/Godwin households, among other reasons. Claire blamed Byron for Allegra’s death, and she felt that while Shelley sympathized more with her, Mary sympathized more with Byron. Three months later, Shelley followed Allegra to the grave, and the already fragmented social circle would further break apart.
#mary shelley’s 1816 journal#english literature#literature#romanticism#poetry#lord byron#aesthetic#dark academia#history#writing#percy shelley#claire clairmont#jane williams#mary shelley#geneva#lake geneva#lac leman#switzerland#villa diodati#romantics#poets#letters#journals#biographies#frankenstein
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Timeline 9 - August - September 2023
For completeness and to consult when there’s discussion about his whereabouts. In addition to the previous timelines.
Timeline 9 covers 2 August 2023 - 26 September 2023
For previous dates see timeline 8
2 August, this time groomed while photographed on the streets of NoHo with AN. Later on we learned he recorded videos for Esquire
3 August, the next shop event at Broadway Spirits, some more streetpics and video were found.
August 4 he flew to Chicago for the next event at Binny's Beverage Depot on August 5th. There's some time to explore Chicago in the evening and the next day enjoying a baseball game. He's also spotted by a fan leaving the hotel
Next stops will be on August 8 for Houston and August 10 for Austin. While the LA stop has been postponed.
August 7 looking for some coffee at the airport and flying to Houston. And right back to promo and mixing cocktails at Permission Whiskey and Mad Houston
August 8 the event at Spec's Wines, Spirits & Finer Foods including the pre-signing, waiting line and fan pics. After which he did some more bartending at Electric FeelGood in Houston.
August 9 he's in Austin seen at Peche, the next day, August 10, the event at Total Wine & Spirits in Austin takes place.
August 11, Sam and Alex are flying, probably to LA though it's not sure if the story is a latergram
However confirmation about his whereabouts came a week later when we saw NR flying on August 16 to what appeared to be LA and was confirmed by PV's post they were at Pharos gym at Redondo Beach on August 17th.
August 19 he visits the Rams game in the Sofi Stadium, LA together with Nic R, AN and Marina C. A fan recognized him as well.
On Aug 24th he posted a video probably at Runyon Canyon or the HH Hills. Presumably recent. The next day, August 25th, he posted a pic with NR at Pharos Echopark, for sure a latergram as NR was already back home, and as we learned S himself took a flight out of LA, spotted by a fan. He flew to Kansas City for a private con on August 26th, organised by Sasnak City. he was a guest together with Duncan L and Charles V. Some more info was revealed later during a live IG of attendees.
On Friday 1 September members of the SS/MPC team were invited for a boat trip at Marina Del Rey. Which lead to a stir since then called the Zanzibar Saga.
Sunday 3 September the final event of the SS tour at Total Wine & More in LA
On 5 September he was spotted sitting outside at Shutters on the Beach, and 2 days later on 7 September again, now at a coffee shop on Abbot Kinney same clothes and motorbike helmet.
On 10 September he's at the men's finales at the US Open in NYC
Recording the audio for the CL in NZ book at the Hachette office in NYC during the week from 11 - 15 September, on Friday 15 September a group pic from the office is posted as well as another pic from an employee. Another group pic is posted later on. On Saturday 16 September a fan pic is posted from the Starbuck shop near the Hachette office and on 18 September he posts a video himself.
Sunday 24 September he's spotted at The Cafe at Number 16 in Aberdour, Scotland, having some family time
On 26 September he posts a selfie with Jake Norton, meeting him in Glasgow the day before. Later on confirmed by a fan pic taken on the same day. He might have been doing some home decorating in that week.
Other timelines:
Pre Hawaii timeline
Timeline 1 August 2020
Timeline 2 September 2021
Timeline 3 February 2022
Timeline 4 August 2022
Timeline 5 October 2022
Timeline 6 January 2023
Timeline 7 April 2023
Timeline 8 June 2023
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Spn Lucifer Week is a 7 day event 2 celebrate our favorite bestworst archangel! Any and all kinds of submissions are allowed, encouraged, and adored
Event Dates:
Saturday, May 20th - Saturday, May 27th, 2023
Prompts:
For each day there’s a theme and then some prompts. They’re there to inspire and to try to acknowledge & appreciate all sides of the character, so please feel free to use one or all, mix-and-match the days, or do something else entirely! You're also welcome to repost your older/pre existing work to the tag, and late submissions will be accepted until Saturday, June 10th. Our only true goal here is to showcase and collect work that focuses on Lucifer, what that is and how it gets done is up to you!
Saturday 20th (also irl Feast of Saint Lucifer!): Worship
Prompts: Demons/Magic/Bite
Sunday 21st: Inhumanity
Prompts: Box/Promise/Dream
Monday 22nd: Cage
Prompts: Temptation/Betrayal/Hound
Tuesday 23rd: Dawn
Prompts: Halo/Shine/Mirror
Wednesday 24th: Fall
Prompts: Wind/Ice/Wish
Thursday 25th: Blade
Prompts: Human/Rest/Watch
Friday 26th: Pride
Prompts: Mistake/Repair/Kiss
Saturday 27th (Also irl mods birthday :D): Free Day!
Prompts: Crack/(Self) Indulgence
Collections:
An open collection for this event exists on AO3 (link) under the title Spn Lucifer Week May 2023. Participants are encouraged to add to it!
Content Guidelines:
Any and all interpretations/characterizations of Lucifer are accepted, as are all ships, but please do keep in mind that he's the point and focus of the week!
The #spnluciferweek tag will be tracked and stuff will be reblogged directly from that there and only there. Feel free to @spnluciferweek directly as well :D
No hate speech, bigotry, or bullying of any kind will be tolerated.
NSFW submissions (including noncon) are fine, provided they are properly tagged & in compliance with tumblr's rules. Underage content is not allowed, and will not be reblogged by this page. Beyond this, please be mindful of common triggers in your work, and tag them clearly and consistently - we will strive to do the same.
Additionally, as one of the the mods won't be 18 until the last day (May 27th), no NSFW content will be acknowledged or reblogged until then.
Ultimately, posts will be reblogged to this page at the discretion of the mods. If there are any questions, asks and messages are open; please feel free to reach out at any time!
Contact us: @godsprettiestprincess @archangelsammy
#mod post#spn Lucifer#spnluciferweek#supernatural#supernatural fandom events#spn event#spn fandom#spnluciferweek2023
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COBB 2024 OFFICIAL SCHEDULE
Alright! We hope everyone is ready for COBB 2024! Here is the official schedule for the Carry On Big Bang 2024!
(If anyone needs here is a refresher on the Rules and FAQ )
COBB 2024
MON, January 1st 12:00 PM PST: Sign-ups for both writers and artists open
WED, January 31st, 11:59 PM PST: Both writer & artist sign-ups close
THURS, February 1st: Emails will go out to writers with a link to a form asking for fic concepts
WED, February 7th 11:59 PM PST: Fic concepts from writers due. From there the mods will ready them for claiming
WED, February 14th - THURS, February 15th: Preview Days (Artist can view the writers' concepts)
FRI, February 16th, 09:00 AM PST: Claims open
MON, February 19th, 11:59 PM PST: Claims close
SUN, February 25th: Teams are announced via email and expected to get in touch with each other
SAT, March 9th: Team Check-In #1 is emailed to participants. Just a small survey to check the progress with your partner. Not a deadline for anything. MUST RESPOND BY SATURDAY, MARCH 16TH 11:59 PM PDT.
SAT, May 4th: Team Check-In #2 is emailed to participants. Casual survey to check you and your partner’s progress. MUST RESPOND BY THURSDAY, MAY 9TH 11:59 PM PDT.
SAT, June 8th: Team Check-In #3 is emailed to participants. Survey to rate your experience and to find out how you and your partner plan to post your work. WORKS ARE EXPECTED TO BE FINISHED AT THIS DATE. MUST RESPOND BY THURSDAY, JUNE 20TH 11:59 PM PDT.
SAT, June 22nd: The schedule for posting is published. Each team’s posting information will be sent to their email.
July 1st-15th: Posting time!
This is just the broken down version of the essentials you need to know.If you’d like to see the schedule with more explanations, see below the cut.
In-Depth Schedule:
Sign-Ups open on Monday, January 1th at 12:00 pm (Noon) PST. It will be a simple google form to fill out, just like last year! You’ll be asked to enter your contact information (email, tumblr handle, discord) and agree to our rules. Both writers and artists must sign up by Wednesday, January 31st 11:59 pm PST.
After completing the sign-up form, you’ll receive an email from us confirming that we have entered your data into our participants tables! You must reply to your confirmation email to be considered a participant.
Writers, on February 1st you will receive a link to a form to submit your fic concept. You can fill this out at any time but it must be submitted by Wednesday, February 7th 11:59 pm PST. If your idea changes just send a message to one of the mods (via email, tumblr, or discord) telling us and fill out the form again. You can only fill out this form once per team, as more concepts will tell the mods that you want to be on more than one team.
We will organize the fic concepts and put them on airtable, where all artists will be able to see the fic concepts on Wednesday, February 14th. Claiming begins the following Friday, February 16th 9:00 am PST and lasts until Monday, February 19th 11:59 pm PST.
Teams will be announced Sunday, February 25th. From there on we’re leaving it up to you and your partner to talk about what you’re doing!
We’re going to have a small check-in on Saturday, March 9th for us to see how the teams are doing. All people in your team must fill out the check-in forms (special note for co-writing: Only 1 of your writers needs to do this). The responses for this are due Saturday, March 16th, 11:59 pm PDT.
We’re going to have another check-in on Saturday, May 4th to see where in the process you are and if there’s anything we can do to help. Responses for this are due Thursday, May 9th 11:59 pm PDT.
We have our final check-in on Saturday, June 8th to see how the entire process went for you and what we can do in the future! Responses for this are due Thursday, June 20th 11:59 pm PDT. If neither you or your partner respond your team will be considered dropped out.
The posting schedule comes out on Saturday, June 22th. Every participant will receive an email from us on this date saying when your assigned date for posting is.Posting will take place from Monday, July 1st to Monday, July 15th.
If you have any further questions, please do not hesitate to contact the mods, we are always available and there for you!
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20th Television Animation To Attend Annecy Film Festival For The First Time With Bob's Burgers Panel.
20th Television Animation joins Annecy with the studio’s inaugural presence in 2024.
The studio is currently producing over a dozen animated shows across broadcast, cable and streaming platforms, including the longest-running primetime scripted series in the history of television, The Simpsons, which recently celebrated its 750th episode; Hulu’s hit revival of Futurama and original Solar Opposites, heading into its fifth season, Bob’s Burgers, from Loren Bouchard; culture piercing Family Guy, currently celebrating its 25th Anniversary, American Dad!, created by Mike Barker, Matt Weitzman and Seth MacFarlane; and The Great North from from Lizzie and Wendy Molyneux.
“Bob’s Burgers: In Conversation with Creative Team Behind the Emmy-Winning Series.”
Friday, June 14 at 9:15 a.m. at Salle de la Volière.
Join Creator and executive producer Loren Bouchard alongside director Bernard Derriman, executive producer Jannelle Momary-Neely and supervising director Simon Chong as they discuss what it takes to cook up this fan-favorite series
Panelists will draw, take questions and discuss how the show has evolved into one of the premiere adult animation series currently on air.
#Bob's Burgers#Loren Bouchard#20th Century Studios#20th Television Animation#20th TVA#FOX#FOX Network#Annecy Festival#Annecy Film Festival#Annecy Film Festival 2024#Annecy 2024
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Happy Birthday Derek William Dick born April 25th 1958 in Dalkeith.
Better known as Fish, lead singer with the group Marillion from 1981 to 1988, in his solo career he has explored contemporary pop and traditional folk and rock.
Marillion was initially formed as an instrumental band in 1979 by guitarist Steve Rothery, Fish was invited Fish to join as vocalist, and he assumed the frontman position beginning with their 1983 debut album, Script for a Jester's Tear. His strong Peter Gabriel-inspired vocals enforced critics' accusations that Marillion owed more than just a heavy debt to Genesis, but six more albums followed. Musical difficulties between Fish and the band caused him to leave after 1988's Thieving Magpie (La Gazza Ladra).
Fish has continued to release albums and singles over the past 30 years, most were given a good reception by critics but were not successful in commercial terms, In 2005, Fish won a Celebrity Music edition of The Weakest Link, beating Eggsy of Goldie Lookin Chain in the final round, sharing £18,750 for charity.
In May 2008, Fish's Planet Rock show Fish on Friday won the Silver award in the Music Broadcaster of the Year category at the UK Sony Radio Academy Awards 2008. In June 2008, at the New York Festivals Radio Broadcasting Awards, he and Gary Moore jointly received the Gold World Medal in the Regularly Scheduled Music Programme category for their respective shows on Planet Rock.
Fish was offered and accepted a part in the 1986 film Highlander (for which Marillion were also offered the soundtrack) but he eventually had to turn it down, owing to his tour commitments with the band.Queen went on to do the soundtrack.
In 1994, he appeared in Chasing the Deer, a film set during the 1745 Jacobite rebellion, as "Angus Cameron". He also missed out on a role in Braveheart. He spent two days with Mel Gibson in London who kept asking him to be involved but he was committed to touring his Suits album instead. He has appeared in several TV shows, The Bill and Rebus, alongside John Hannah to name but two.
The song most remembered by Marilion is the excellent Kayleigh, the girl in the video is German model, Tamara Nowy, who he went on to marry,the couple divorced in 2001, he went on to wed Katie Webb, his third wife, but they split after just 11 months, Fish cited that she couldn't cope with the isolation of a farming life near Haddington, saying they were only two mile away from the town but during a snow hit winter it was a big two miles. He went on to say "I've had it with women." He has since went through a cancer scare due to an "irregular cell growth" in his throat.This was later determined not to be cancerous.
Derek has an extensive European tour starting in October in Luxembourg followed by over 30 dates on the continent, before retuning home and playing with two gigs in Haddington, then heads down southbefor some two nights in Glasgow at the 02 Academy, thefirst of which, on March 9th, is already sold out.
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Jedi June 2022
A creative fandom event dedicated to appreciating the Jedi, taking place during the weekends of June! Each day of the weekends will feature a prompt, around which people can create fanwork (of any kind – fic, art, cosplay, edits, anything you can think of) or meta focusing on the Jedi and the Jedi Order. All eras and continuities are welcome; OCs, established characters, doesn’t matter – it just needs to be about appreciating the Jedi!
Rules:
If you are participating, please tag your work/meta with #jedi june and/or @ this blog so that I will see it and reblog it here. All work must be your own. Feel free to crosspost it off-site.
This is an appreciation event, focusing on what we love and enjoy about the Jedi – not what we don’t. This is not the place to air your grievances with the Code, take potshots at the Council, prop certain Jedi/certain eras of Jedi up at the expense of others, or disparage the Jedi Order or their philosophy and way of life in any way (including the concept of non-attachment). You are free to do that on your own time if that’s your thing, but it has no place within this event.
AUs and crossovers are allowed, with caveats: again, the purpose of this event is to appreciate the Jedi as Jedi, so sticking your favorite Jedi characters in something like a modern AU or making them all Sith or Mandalorian is not really within the spirit of this event. However, AUs such as making a non-Jedi character a Jedi, having a character survive their canon death, giving a character a different teacher or padawan, or killing Palpatine off-screen in an unspecified yet embarrassing and painful manner, would all be perfectly fine. Use your best judgement to determine whether an AU fits the spirit of the event or not.
Ships are allowed as long as they’re not between a child and adult, and following the above rules.
Following the weekend prompts is encouraged, but not required. Any sort of pro-Jedi content is encouraged all year month long, and if tagged (and following the rules), will be reblogged. It also does not have to be uploaded on the exact day - if it’s more convenient for you to post (for example) Monday and Friday of these weeks instead of Saturday and Sunday, your posts will still be reblogged here, although it may take until the weekend to get to them.
Prompts:
Saturday, June 4th: Commitment/Service
Sunday, June 5th: Non-attachment/Compassion
Saturday, June 11th: Mischief/Humor
Sunday, June 12th: Knowledge/Defense
Saturday, June 18th: Training/Tested
Sunday, June 19th: Community/Jedi Temple
Saturday, June 25th: Symbols/Faith
Sunday, June 26th: May the Force be with You
If you have any questions, don’t hesitate to ask! I hope you will have fun participating!
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#jedi june#jedijune#jedi appreciation#intergalactic therapists#jedi order#the jedi order#the jedi#jedi#star wars
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JayTimWeek 2023
Posting for Jaytimweek begins tomorrow! We hope you're all as excited as we are!
The tags to use this time around are JayTimWeek2023 and JayTimWeek! If you're posting on ao3, you can add your fic to the JayTimWeek2023 Collection here. If your post hasn't been shared by us 24 hours after you posted it, feel free to give us a prod. Tumblr has been known to hide things from us sometimes T.T
As a reminder, here are the dates and prompts:
Sunday, June 25th | Genre:Thriller | Villains AU | Identity Porn | Photography
Monday, June 26th | Genre: Fantasy | Reincarnation AU | Urban Fantasy | Magical Mishap
Tuesday, June 27th | Genre: Drama | Bodyguard AU | Reluctant Soulmates | Thought I’d lost you
Wednesday, June 28th | Genre: Historical Fiction | Heist AU | Masquerade | Arranged Marriage
Thursday, June 29th | Genre: Mystery | Civilian AU | Only One Bed | Amnesia
Friday, June 30th | Genre: Science Fiction | Different Mentors AU | Time Shenanigans | Animal Transformation
Saturday, July 1st | FREE DAY
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