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xreaderanonaccount · 5 months

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The last Dance (Pantalone x AFAB!Reader)

It was late, and the masquerade party was almost over. But it doesn’t seem like you would be leaving any time soon. You stood next to Pantalone’s side as he chatted away with some random aristocrat. You were bored out of your mind, these types of parties are never fun. All you do is stand around as Pantalone’s trophy as people completely ignore your existence. Although Pantalone tells you that you are not his trophy it’s really hard to tell when you tried to join the conversation the aristocrats would give you disinterested looks before immediately changing the topic. Your mind wanders off looking around the big bright ball room. The architect was something to marvel at. But it was nothing like the small palace that you and Pantalone share. You internally sighed as you stare out the window, the big maze-like garden beckoning you to explore its beautiful floral. You glanced over at Pantalone who didn’t even glance at you, he just had his hand resting on your lower back. You internally sighed as you looked back out of the window. You notice the giant belltower towering over the maze garden, the time 11:03 p.m.57 more minutes till the masquerade is over. A small walk outside wouldn’t be bad, would it? If you had your guards with you then surely Pantalone won’t mind. A small scheming smile formed on your face as you spotted your personal guard Afon who was idly watching the two of you. You start to wander off before you feel a sudden grip on your wrist. You look back to see Pantalone staring intently at you.

“Where are you going my love?” His voice slightly above a whisper, clearly for a one on one conversation. But it was clearly not a one on one as all eyes of the aristocrats were on you.

“I’m feeling a little stuffy, my dear. I was going to waltz around the maze. That’s all.” You smile as you gently pull your arm back. Pantalone stared at you for a moment, analyzing your face before looking at something behind you.

“Alright my dear, just take Afon with you.” Pantalone gave a small chuckle before taking your hand again and planting a soft kiss on the back of your hand. You smile as you give a small bow to the rest of the aristocrats before heading over to Afon.

“Afon, may you walk with me through the garden maze?” You smile as you approach Afon who straightens up upon seeing you.

“Of course madam.” He gave a polite smile as he let you lead the way to the maze. As you walked out to the maze you expected the bitter cold to bite your skin. But to your pleasant surprise instead of the bitter cold, you felt a nice warmth wrapping you up like a soft blanket.

“I heard the master of this palace had the maze built inside a giant greenhouse,” Afon spoke up, staring up to the white metal cage, “so his wife can take a stroll outside without worrying about the bitter cold of Snezhnaya”. You gasp as you see some of the most beautiful flowers you have ever seen. The array of colors that litter the garden had you in awe. You walked around the garden with Afon close behind admiring each plant that caught your gaze.

“Do you think if I ask Lord Regrator for something like this he would give it to me?” You smile as you look back at Afon who just laughs.

“Lord Regrator would buy you three Jade Chambers if you so ask.” You laugh along with Afon as you continue your stroll stopping in front of the beautiful fountain. A small sigh escaped your lips as you swayed your body to the soft melody that was leaking out of the open windows. You smile as you imagine you and Pantalone dancing in a beautiful garden. You did a small twirl but tripped on a small pebble, you felt yourself falling backwards, Afon calling your name. You brace yourself for the fall. Yet it never came.

“My my my lily, you sure are clumsy.” Your eyes shot open, greeted with Pantalone who caught you in his arms.

“P-Pantalone!” You exclaimed trying to get up trying to readjust your dress. Pantalone chuckled as he watched you fluster over yourself. After you deemed yourself presentable you awkwardly glance over at Pantalone who just gave you a small smile. You glance back at the palace, the soft music comes to its crescendo. Your eyes sparkle as you remember the fantasy you lived through. You hear a soft chuckle before you were swept away by Pantalone. You stare into Pantalone in shock as gave you one of his genuine smiles. He pulled you close to his chest as he led you through the music. Your dress sway through the night, the fabric shining in the moonlight. You close your eyes allowing Pantalone to lead you two through the music. His mossy wood cologne fills your senses, making you feel so safe in his arms. He pulls you away, giving you a little twirl before dipping you down. The music coming to its climatic end. You two stared into each other's eyes, the belltower rang through the cold night sky. Pantalone stares into yours for a moment before leaning down capturing your lips with his. The kiss was soft and tender as he held you tight. Pulling you away he helped you up from the dip, draping his overcoat over your shoulder.

“It’s getting late my dear, let us head back to the Palace. I have some paperwork to finish.” Pantalone whispers into your skin, his breath tickling your ears.

“Finally, I’ve been bored out of my mind.” You sigh as you dramatically throw yourself onto him. Pantalone chuckled at your antics as he gestured towards Afon who was standing in the shadows.

“Alright my love, let’s head home.” He smiles, guiding you out of the palace.

A/N: divider credits: cafekitsune

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #pantalone x reader #fatui harbingers x reader #fatui harbingers #pantalone x female reader

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heartdrift · 8 months

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Every Caryl Scene (S1-11) (1080p/Logoless)

PART 1

PART 2

PART 3

PART 4

PART 5

PART 6

PART 7

Whew. I'm not gonna lie to y'all, this took forever. My goal with this was to recreate my previous Caryl compilation with 1.) all scenes intact, not missing anything and 2.) much better quality. I ran into many issues that I won't bore you with, but in summary - almost everything here is completely lossless from the original files, aside from S10, which I unfortunately had to reencode to fix a few issues I could not solve no matter how much I fiddled with it. However, it is still much better quality than the previous file I had up! These also have 6CH audio, which means that if you make fan videos and use something like Vegas Pro, you will be able to isolate the spoken audio from the music/random background noises and have better, cleaner voiceovers!

All of the seasons add up to about 123 GB, so I'm sorry that these will take up quite a bit more space than before, but the improved quality hopefully makes up for that! These are not perfect, so please forgive any little framerate bugs or very slight (hopefully) issues with video/audio syncing. I'm aware that the audio for S10 is a bit behind, but hopefully not to an extent that ruins anything - that season gave me quite a hard time, and I'm not really sure how to get it just right. It bothers the hell out of me, so I'm sorry, but I did my best. Otherwise, any issues should be pretty minor, but let me know if you run into anything major.

As always -

Credit is not necessary.

You are free to - and encouraged to - use these for anything creative that your heart desires. Just don't claim that you put these together yourself and I'm happy.

If you want me to see something you made with the scenes, tag me! I love seeing new creations in the tag, so don't be shy.

This is my love letter to y'all. It's not much, but I hope it sparks joy!

(Pssttt, psstt. If you would like episode timestamps for each season, click the link below. It's pretty lengthy and they're not precise, I just did my best.)

Season 1

00:00 to 02:52 - Episode 5, Wildfire

02:52 to 04:17 - Episode 6, TS-19

Season 2

00:00 to 14:21 - Episode 1, What Lies Ahead

14:22 to 20:05 - Episode 2, Bloodletting

20:06 to 21:38 - Episode 3, Save the Last One

21:39 to 26:16 - Episode 4, Cherokee Rose

26:17 to 27:18 - Episode 5, Chupacabra

27:19 to 42:17 - Episode 7, Pretty Much Dead Already

42:18 to 45:16 - Episode 8, Nebraska

45:17 to 51:00 - Episode 9, Triggerfinger

51:01 to 55:03 - Episode 11, Judge, Jury, Executioner

55:04 to 57:49 - Episode 12, Better Angels

57:50 to 01:12:48 - Episode 13, Beside the Dying Fire

Season 3

00:00 to 11:34 - Episode 1, Seed

11:35 to 20:08 - Episode 4, Killer Within

20:09 to 26:13 - Episode 5, Say the Word

26:14 to 31:12 - Episode 6, Hounded

31:13 to 33:14 - Episode 7, When the Dead Come Knocking

33:15 to 39:58 - Episode 9, The Suicide King

39:59 to 43:41 - Episode 10, Home

43:42 to 44:45 - Episode 11, I Ain't a Judas

44:46 to 46:18 - Episode 15, This Sorrowful Life

46:19 to 46:37 - Episode 16 - Welcome to the Tombs

Season 4

00:00 to 02:11 - Episode 1, 30 Days Without an Accident

02:12 to 06:11 - Episode 2, Infected

06:12 to 10:03 - Episode 3, Isolation

10:04 to 13:49 - Episode 4, Indifference

13:50 to 14:53 - Episode 5, Internment

14:54 to 16:18 - Episode 8, Too Far Gone

Season 5

00:00 to 20:07 - Episode 1, No Sanctuary

20:08 to 33:23 - Episode 2, Strangers

(^tw for emetophobia at 22:27 to 22:42, I know it might seem silly since this show is full of blood and gore, but I don't want to catch y'all off guard with something unexpected that might really bother you to see.)

33:24 to 34:19 - Episode 3, Four Walls and a Roof

34:20 to 34:52 - Episode 4, Slabtown

34:53 to 01:16:24 - Episode 6, Consumed

(^yes, I included this entire ep, y'all ain't missing a second of it.)

01:16:25 to 01:23:28 - Episode 8, Coda

01:23:29 to 01:27:29 - Episode 10, Them

01:27:30 to 01:28:14 - Episode 11, The Distance

01:28:15 to 01:30:58 - Episode 12, Remember

01:30:59 to 01:33:56 - Episode 13, Forget

Season 6

00:00 to 01:31 - Episode 1, First Time Again

01:32 to 09:26 - Episode 3, Thank You

09:27 to 12:59 - Episode 6, Always Accountable

13:00 to 14:59 - Episode 9, No Way Out

15:00 to 17:18 - Episode 11, Knots Untie

17:19 to 19:40 - Episode 13, The Same Boat

19:41 to 25:28 - Episode 14, Twice as Far

25:29 to 28:38 - Episode 16, Last Day on Earth

Season 7

00:00 to 02:55 - Episode 1, The Day Will Come When You Won't Be

02:56 to 03:55 - Episode 9, Rock in the Road

03:56 to 20:43 - Episode 10, New Best Friends

20:44 to 28:13 - Episode 13, Bury Me Here

Season 8

00:00 to 08:46 - Episode 1, Mercy

08:47 to 13:22 - Episode 4, Some Guy

13:23 to 15:22 - Episode 5, The Big Scary U

15:23 to 17:45 - Episode 11, Dead or Alive Or

17:46 to 20:02 - Episode 13, Do Not Send Us Astray

20:03 to 27:51 - Episode 16, Wrath

Season 9

00:00 to 02:33 - Episode 1, A New Beginning

02:34 to 07:27 - Episode 2, The Bridge

07:28 to 08:28 - Episode 6, Who Are You Now?

08:29 to 23:25 - Episode 7, Stradivarius

23:26 to 28:00 - Episode 10, Omega

28:01 to 29:41 - Episode 13, Chokepoint

29:42 to 31:01 - Episode 14, Scars

31:02 to 58:58 - Episode 15, The Calm Before

58:59 to 01:22:21 - Episode 16, The Storm

Season 10 (Part 1)

00:00 to 09:24 - Episode 1, Lines We Cross

09:25 to 35:48 - Episode 3, Ghosts

35:49 to 38:34 - Episode 4, Silence the Whisperers

38:35 to 39:46 - Episode 5, What It Always Is

39:47 to 53:52 - Episode 6, Bonds

53:53 to 01:06:48 - Episode 7, Open Your Eyes

01:06:49 to 01:19:18 - Episode 8, The World Before

01:19:19 to 01:44:24 - Episode 9, Squeeze

Season 10 (Part 2)

00:00 to 08:41 - Episode 9, Squeeze (continued from the previous part)

08:42 to 16:35 - Episode 11, Morning Star

16:36 to 20:04 - Episode 12, Walk with Us

20:05 to 31:45 - Episode 14, Look at the Flowers

31:46 to 40:01 - Episode 15, The Tower

40:02 to 01:02:20 - Episode 16, A Certain Doom

01:02:21 to 01:07:40 - Episode 17, Home Sweet Home

01:07:41 to 01:33:05 - Episode 18, Find Me

01:33:06 to 02:05:42 - Episode 21, Diverged

02:05:43 to 02:08:40 - Episode 24, Here's Ne/gan

^I don't want this post to show up in that character's tag on mobile, it would just be annoying for those fans since this doesn't have anything to do with him.

Season 11

00:00 to 09:55 - Episode 1, Acheron: Part I

09:56 to 15:29 - Episode 9, No Other Way

15:30 to 18:51 - Episode 10, New Haunts

18:52 to 24:27 - Episode 14, The Rotten Core

24:28 to 27:26 - Episode 17, Lockdown

27:27 to 37:24 - Episode 18, A New Deal

37:25 to 57:18 - Episode 20, What's Been Lost

57:19 to 01:19:32 - Episode 21, Outpost 22

1:19:33 to 01:20:56 - Episode 22, Faith

01:20:57 to 01:32:27 - Episode 23, Family

01:32:28 to 02:00:35 - Episode 24, Rest in Peace

#caryl #long post #kimmy.txt #caryledit #< this is here so that y'all know you can use this as a resource for any graphics/gifs/videos/etc #i am still salty that i had to reencode s10 and that the video and audio aren't synced properly EVEN AFTER THAT >.<#but sometimes you just gotta throw in the towel before you lose your mind

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fandomtravelers · 4 months

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Found family dynamics in shows

Okay I'm a sucker for found family dynamics in shows so I'm going to list all the found family or platonic relationships I know of. In TV shows/series. Just because :) ALSO please add if you know more, because I'm probably missing a whole lot. I JUST WANT MORE.

Here are the ones me and my friends know or have found (some might be father daughter centric and they're all from very random fandoms so excuse that) :

1. Kakashi & Team 7 (Naruto)

2. Anakin & Ahsoka & Obiwan (Clone wars. I know the whole star wars universe too, but I'm focusing on clone wars)

3. Kate Bishop & Clint Barton (Hawkeye)

4. Farah Dowling & Bloom (Fate : Winx)

4. Charming & Emma (Once Upon A Time)

5. Bay Kennish & Daphne Vasquez (Switched at Birth)

6. Cirilla & Geralt (The Witcher)

7. Calliope & Augie (tidelanders)

8. Byakuya & Rukia (Bleach)

9. Sara & Danny (Witchblade)

10. Georgia & Rube (Dead like me)

11. Silco & Jinx, Vander & Vi (Arcane)

12. Andrè & Jane (Painkiller Jane)

13. Jamie & Jonas & Jay (Bionic woman)

14. Dr. Tom & Erica (Being Erica)

15. The pines family (Gravity falls)

16. Tom & Cassie (the inbetween)

17. The Gaang & Team Avatar (Avatar the last Airbender & Legend of korra)

18. Kara & Clark (Supergirl & superman/batman apocalypse)

19. Charlie & Miles matheson (revolution)

20. Arthur & Joan & Auggie & Annie (Covert affairs)

21. Khlyen & Dutch (Killjoys)

22. Guerrero & Ames (Human Target)

23. Adam & Emma (Mutant X)

24. Nolan & Emily "Amanda" (Revenge)

25. Voight & his whole team (Chicago P. D.)

26. Elena & Jeremy (Bitten)

27. Jinggang & Chu hun (double world)

28. Hannibal & Abigail (Hannibal)

29. Dream & Death (The sandman)

30. Jiwoo & Mujin (My name)

31. Buffy & Giles (BTVS)

32. Benedict & his kids (Mysterious Benedict society)

33. The cullen family (twilight)

34. Elijah & Yo Han (the devil's judge)

35. Magnus & Clary (Shadow hunters)

36. Gu xiang & Wen Kexing (Word of honor (Cdrama))

37. Optimus & the human kids (Transformers prime)

38. Mildred & her teachers (Mainly miss hardbroom)

39. Dylan & Lizzie (instinct)

40. Marina & Arturo (A private affair)

41. Moiraine & Lan (Wheel of time)

42. the BAU team (Criminal minds)

43. The SVU team (Law & Order : SVU)

44. Ellie & Joel (TLOU)

45. Barbara & the batfam (Batgirl, batman comics)

46. Carmen & Shadow San (Carmen sandiego)

47. Nile & the rest of the old guard (the old guard)

48. Nick Fury & Maria Hill (secret invasion)

49. Jordan & Garrett (crossing Jordan)

50. America chavez & Doctor strange (Multiverse of Madness)

51. The Eternals (Eternals)

52. Enola & Sherlock (Enola Holmes)

53. NCIS team/family (NCIS)

54. Aizawa & his kids (BNHA)

55. Abigail & Ichabod (Sleepy Hollow)

56. Carol & Kamala (The Marvels)

57. Gojo & his students (JJK)

58. The golden trio (HP)

59. Ryan & Max (The following)

60. ICC team (crossing lines)

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anarchypig0 · 10 months

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This patch I started to tank as BLU mage. I realize this is the most difficult role to fill at pf and see so many complains about BLU doesnt being a "real tank" -which is true but a lot of BLU mages aren't doing the tanking well. So here are my spells and advices for BLU mage tanking.

Disclaimer: English isn't my first language so...

For grabbing and holding aggro

#27 The Look. Amazing, it's AoE for taking aggro. But you must be aware that if the mobs move, they be outside the aoe when you finish the cast and wont ger aggroed. This happens very often because other BLU entered in their radio before you finish the cast. Thats why I recommend j Kick or Supernakha to catch their attention and then the look.

#31 Sticky tongue: draw-in spell which increased aggro. Useful for one lost enemy in the pull. But be aware of the radius of the spell.

#97 Hydro Pull: draw-in AoE spell. Be aware of the radius.

#62 Frog Legs: The BLU's provoke. Use it to reasure your aggro.

#61 Avail: The BLU's Shirk.

Advice on aggro and tankbusters:

Very important for all the party!!! some tankbusters are based on aggro (fine, you can hold it by reassuring while to while with Frog legs) BUT others are based on roles and you all are dps classes so these will be random. All BLU should have #29 Diamonback for these.

For mitigation

#77 Aetheric Mimicry /Tank) & #30 Mighty Guard. They're basic.

#32 Toad Oil: 20% more evasion. Use it in cooldown.

#29 Diamonback: Blocks 90% of the damage and nulify the knockback and drawin effects. Think about it as your invul. You cant move for 10s. With good timing you can survive to more than one mechanic with this. It's expensive in MP but has little recast time and will help your healers so much! Don't fear to use it for hard tankbusters.

#95 Dragon Force: 40% mit.

#89 Chelonian Gate: 20% mit with a relative fast recast, it reflect dmg when you take >30% of your HP. Very useful! You can mover but shouldnt since It will end the effect.

#75 Devour: Increases your HP in 20%

#107 Schiltron, #49 Veil of the Whorl or #16 Ice Spikes: These counter some dmg you take. Ice Spikes is the weakest of these, pick the one you like most.

#117 Force Field: It grants 50% physical mit OR 50% magic mit but you cant choose which one so I don't really like it. I feel you can rotate dragon force, chelonian gate, and diamondback safely and drop this.

Advices on mit:

This is important!!! Even with the tank stance and Mighty guard your HP will be the HP of a dps class so you won't have a "real tank" HP pool. You NEED to mitigate, specially the tankbusters. Plus BLU healers doesn't have the big toolset that a "real healer" has, and the res spells has a very long recast so you need to help your party by taking less damage and not dying.

Be careful because your "real tank" mits are instant and the BLU mits must be casted. You'll taking a race on which castbar ends before: your mit or the tankbusters one. So your reaction must be on time!

For Utility and support

#28 Bad Breath: Very usefull for debuff enemies, even the bosses usually take some of the debuffs.

#70 Cactguard: 15% mit for other party member. Useful if you're offtanking, you put it on the MT. Or if you're MT you can put it on healer in danger situations.

#13 White Wind , #73 Exuviation or #108 Rehydration : pick one or two healing spell for backup for your party. Exuviation is aoe and removes debuffs from your friends.

#72 Angel Whisper: Always usefull!! The res spell. Since it has a veeeeeery long recast time it's prefered to all BLUs to have it.

#57 Eerie Soundwave: remove buffs of the enemy.

For Damage:

#104 Nightbloom or #9 Song of Torment: DoT, always useful.

#105 Goblin Punch: instaspell for basic dmg spam spell. Must be in melee range. It's single target.

#63 Sonic Boom: the basic dmg spam speel. Useful when you're away of the boss. It's single target.

#80 J Kick: Gap-closer, useful for start a pull.

#97 Hydro Pull: Pulls enemies to you, usefull for dungeon pulls. Aoe.

#31 Sticky Tongue: Pull in one enemy to you. It stuns also and increases aggro.

#78 Supernakha: Usefull primal spell, and useful for starting a pull at dungeons.

#75 Devour: It restores some HP.

#33 Ram's Voice & #92 Ultravibration: Always usefull for dungeons.

#109 Breath of Magic and #121 Mortal Flame: BIG DoTs but only one of each can be active so only one BLU must cast them. I like it to be the tank or healers so the dps has more room for other big dmg spells.

Hope some of this would be useful to you if you want to try the BLU tanking. Once you get used to the different way of aggroing at dung pulls and to casting the mits it gets very fun and challenging!

Feel free to add your own suggestions!

#ffxiv #BLU mage #tank #BLU mage tank #ffxiv guide #Blue mage #FF14

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professionalfixator · 10 days

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updates below 😭

an hour and 57 minutes?? *cries in low attention span*

I'm doing this for you anne

Ooooh pretty views

This script is god awful 😭

Camping alone seems like a recipe for a murder, but at least the bears will be safer then random men

The casting of the daughter is so good because why does she look like Anne when she smiles???

Dinner with your ex husband? No thankssss

...damn there's some trauma in that relationship

"My whole merger thing just blew up?" IT'S SO PLOT CONTRIVED GUYS THIS IS A FANFIC COME TO LIFE

*pausing to laugh #1* how did she get lost the lady just told her to go and IM SO CONFUSED, did she just walk into his trailer??

Why is he asking her out within .1 second of knowing her...what in the Insta love...

WHY IS SHE STILL HERE? this is so fucking awkward, thank god she left

We're only 13 minutes in and I've cringed at least a hundred times

The screaming, mood girl

Rory is the hottest, Izzy you're so correct

Zeke is a whole vibe 👏🏼

That was the shortest meet and greet ever

"I LET MY GUARD DOWN!" I'm vibing with this music

Why is he seranding this woman he just met

She got post divorce bangs - my sister

Sis: Ohhh she doesn't like guys her own age, me: maybe she should date Nicholas Galtzine, sis: shes young at heart :)

How is he that rich? This is impossible

Sis: he's trying to buy her 😬

Sis: I love how he's giving Justin Bieber in his douche era

The art is my favourite part of this movie

"I'll make you a sandwich" Sis: *rubbing hands together like a fly* MAWAHAH MOMMY'S GONNA MAKE YOU A SANDWICH

Ex hubby storytime let's goooo

Ok I forgot to take notes because I was so invested, why was that actually kind of decent wtf

Anne hathaway the queen that you are

gotta say the second half was much better than the first, brb i'm gonna go listen to "Taste" by August Moon

#watching movies i know i won't like out of sheer boredom let's go #the idea of you 2024 #movie commentary

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thesecretingredientislove · 1 year

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The teams have been made.

So many random teams! Tomorrow, 20 pairs of teams will compete for votes. Who will make it to round two? Here's the team list:

1. Sonny Days & Emily

2. Masked Meat Marauder & Li'l' Mittens

3. Reason & Chazz

4. The Prancingtons & The Canddlestick Maker

5. Babysitter & Bob Botsford|Huggyface

6. Storyteller & Hunter Throbheart

7. Nocan the Contrarian & Phil

8. Whammer and Tim Botsford

9. Zachary Zany & El Mysterioso

10. Patrick Needlemeyer & Dupey

11. Mrs. Ripley & Big Left Hand Guy

12. Timmy Tim-Bo & Mo-bot

13. Ms. Champlain & Hal Hardbargain

14. Bank Teller & The Narrator

15. Ms. Libri & the Baker

16. Steve McClean & The Butcher

17. Mr. Birg & Edith Von Hoosinghaus

18. Rhyme & Mrs. Best

19. Oscar the parrot and Milt

20. robot-Tobey and Eileen

21. Squeaky & Johnson

22. Rose Franklin and Charlie

23. Steven Boxleitner & Wordbot

24. Tommy and Exposition Guy

25. Eugene May & Magic Pony

26. Dave & Chucks Mother.

27. Mayor's assistant & Kid Potato

28. Bampy Botsford & Count Cloudy

29. Katy & Brent

30. Dr Two Brains & Reginald

31. Chuck & Henchman (meatloaf)

32. Harry Kempel & Beau Handsome

33. Mr. Best & Violet Heaslip

34. Tiny Big & Amazo Guy

35. Grandpa Ming & Mrs. Ming

36. Raul Demiglase & Razzmatazz

37. Royal Dandy & Granny May

38. Kid Math & Bank Guard

39. Ms. Question & Theodore "Tobey" McCallister

40. Mr. Ming & Glen Furlblam

41. Colonel Gigglecheeks & Seymour Orlando Smooth

42. The Mayor & TJ Botsford

43. Ms. Davis & Maria the Energy Monster

44. Emma & Mr. Big

45. Art Teacher & Professor Tubbing

46. Todd "Scoops" Ming & Guy Rich

47. Invisi-Bill & General Smoochington

48. Claire McCallister & Bootsy

49. Amazing Rope Guy & Captain Tangent's Crew

50. Victor Best & Priscilla the cat

51. Lady Redundant Woman & the Warden

52. Blue Blazer & Sally Botsford

53. Leslie & Becky Botsford|Wordgirl

54. The Learnerer & Evil Malicious Wordgirl

55. Flash Clocktormocktor & David Driscoll

56. Victoria Best & Ed the Used Car Salesman

57. Great Granny May & Captain Tangent

58. Bill the Grocery Store Manager & Miss Power

59. Violet's mom & Chip Von Dumor

60. Pretty Princess & The Coach.

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indynerdgirl · 2 years

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notes & observations from watching Top Gun: Maverick a stupid number of times

The plaque that Maverick takes his aviators off of in the opening scene mentions the 412th Test Wing, an Air Force wing based out of Edwards Air Force Base in California (not to far from the Mojave desert). I was a bit confused since Mav is obviously still in the Navy, but after some googling I did find out Edwards AFB does host VX-9 Detachment Edwards, which is a part of the Navy's Operational Test and Evaluation Force (the rest of VX - 9 is stationed at Naval Air Weapons Station China Lake at China Lake, California). So maybe Mav is a part of VX - 9 at the beginning of the movie.

I also finally noticed that during the Darkstar test flight sequence, there is a map tracking exactly where Maverick is as he's flying Darkstar. Assuming he took off from Edwards, this is the flight path the map shows and where Maverick crashes (some where over southwest Idaho). Just looking at where he crashed, I highly doubt it was just a helicopter ride back the next day so that's another example of the movie not understanding how time & distance work in the real world (I'm looking at you, scene that makes it look like Rooster & Mav get to the F-14 in just minutes instead of the at least 2hrs it more likely took).

Going by the quick glances we get of how they're all sitting together when Warlock is introducing Maverick, combined with the quick glances inside the cockpits during the dogfight training montage I can say with a good amount of confidence that Fritz is a single seater and that Harvard is Yale's WSO and Halo is Omaha's WSO.

A random thing about Cyclone - in the scene where he's chewing Mav out for breaking the hard deck, you can see a bag of golf clubs leaning against the wall behind Warlock.

Iceman has two multi-line phones sitting on his desk in his home office. Man is in charge of the entire Pacific fleet so there is no doubt he has to make a lot of phone calls. I also bet that one of those phones has direct access to the White House and/or the Pentagon.

Rooster & Bob are both wearing the 1st Navy Jack Shoulder Patch on their left shoulders instead of the American Flag. Not sure if they're allowed to wear this patch instead of the American Flag or if it was just a mistake by the movie's wardrobe department.

You can see Hondo wearing a version of it when he's sitting in the back of the classroom when Cyclone is telling them Maverick has been pulled from the mission. His looks like this and he has a green/black American flag on the other shoulder.

The honor guard at Ice's funeral is comprised entirely of Marines. I know the Marines are a part of the Navy, but I would have thought the honor guard for someone like Ice would have been all sailors instead.

I just really want to know how in the heck Penny already knew about Maverick getting pulled from the mission/grounded after Ice's funeral before he got to her. I know she's an admiral's daughter so what kind of connections does she still have that news like that got to her that fast???

For anyone wondering, the enemy 5th Gen fighters shown in the movie are Russian made Sukhoi Su-57s.

And while the movie obviously never names a specific country as 'the enemy', based on what the target is, the terrain, and the fact that 'the enemy' still has old F-14s, it's obviously Iran. They're also the only country in the world still flying F-14s.

While the movie makes it look like it took just a few minutes for Mav to find Rooster and for the two of them to steal the F-14, the time between Mav going down and Rooster turning his eSat on is (like I mentioned earlier) more like 2-3 hours, minimum. It probably took Mav a minimum of 20mins to get to Rooster and then it definitely took them at least an hour to get to the ridge over looking the bombed out air field and then another 30-45mins of sneaking down said ridge without getting caught.

That crazy maneuver the enemy fighter does is called Kvochur's Bell Maneuver. You can see a video of a plane doing it here. (the Cobra maneuver Mav does in the dogfight training montage is also a real thing and you can watch an F-18 do one here)

Going with the assumption the target is in Iran, the carrier they launch from is in the Persian Gulf. So it probably took a good 48hrs to get everyone out there and on the ship and then another 48hrs to get everyone home. There for it is also physically impossible for the carrier to make it back to San Diego the next day after the mission. Honestly, between how long it would take to get back and all of the debriefing, I wouldn't be surprised if it was a week post-mission before Maverick walked into the bar looking for Penny.

#top gun #top gun maverick #pete maverick mitchell #bradley rooster bradshaw #top gun maverick fanfiction #this is what happens when you watch a movie 13x

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Queer books, day 25/30

Yesterday (6/25) was the thirty-ninth anniversary of the death of Michel Foucault, and so somewhat non-traditionally I want to look at a book by a queer person that is definitely not about LGBTQ+ people doing things, but is the basis of a lot of queer theory (and other theories--we'll get into it). Hey, it's my series, I get to make the rules.

My love for Foucault has been well-documented elsewhere. This morning, I saw someone write that many people find Foucault very difficult to read, but in reality one of the things I love about him is that he writes very clearly, especially for a philosopher, and his work is often full of very interesting ideas.

Foucault is interested in power and tracing the historical origins of the organizations/entities that exercise this power in our lives, like prisons, schools, workplaces, religious institutions, and the medical establishment. Discipline and Punish is largely about prisons (as well the subtitle might indicate), but he also talks about schools, factories, and the military in it. Basically, the story goes, in the late eighteenth/early nineteenth century, Jeremy Bentham designed a new type of prison that was supposed to induce not just punishment but REFORM in the people who were sent there. Picture a round building, where each inmate gets a room to themselves around the circle, and in the center a guard tower. Each cell has a window facing the tower such that the inmate can be observed by the guards, but not see the guards doing the observing. Thus the inmate is forced to assume that they are always under observation and ACT like they are always being observed (i.e., they must behave "properly"). Eventually, they learn to self police, and then they are reformed. This is the panopticon prison.

This type of structure is repeated in society in a lot of ways, it turns out. The way that schools teach students to internalize rules related to behavoir/comportment, to do assignments by certain arbitrary deadlines and to be responsible for these themselves, to study the material on their own because they won't know when they might be quizzed. Workplaces want you to learn how to spend your time as your boss directs even when your boss isn't there to keep an eye on you. Police surveilance among the non-imprisoned population works this way. Drones work this way. And on and on.

I heard someone on a podcast (I think it was episode 156 of Random Number Generator Horror Podcast Number 9) say that when we say "all cops are bastards," one of the things we have to do is learn to get rid of the cop in our heads. Well, this is an account of how that cop gets there.

There's a lot more to say about Foucault's body of work, which was extensive despite the fact that he was only 57 when he died. (I know that doesn't sound super young, but Kant died at age 79 and Bertrand Motherfucking Russell died at 97!). After all, this field of inquiry was extremely influential on feminists and queer theorists like Judith Butler. But instead, I'm just going to give you a couple of key quotes:

Police surveilance provides the prison with offenders, which the prison transforms into delinquents, the targets and auxiliaries of police supervisions, which regularly send back a certain number of them to prison.

(Does that critique sound familiar?)

[In the eighteenth century, what] was then being formed was a policy of coercions that act upon the body, a calculated manipulation of its elements, its gestures, its behavior. The human body was entering a machinery of power that explores it, breaks it down and rearranges it. A 'political anatomy', which was also a 'mechanics of power', was being born; it defined how one may have a hold over others' bodies, not only so that they may do what one wishes, but so that they may operate as one wishes, with the techniques, the speed and the efficiency that one determines. Thus discipline produces subjected and practised bodies, 'docile' bodies.

Anyway, Foucault's ideas are like a toolbox, and you can choose to apply them in different places. And that's the basis of A LOT MORE of modern discourse than I think we ever really talk about. So if you're at all interested in this stuff, I highly recommend it. 10/10, go and read.

#michel foucault #my beloved #discipline and punish #theory #queer theory #docile bodies #the panopticon inside your head #pride #thirty days of books #queer books

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Spinach my dear this ask is random as hell so feel free to ignore! I dont even know if you care abt the howlies- I just thought you might be into the angst/eerie vibes.

After his unit was captured in ‘43 and forced to work at Hydra’s weapons facility, apparently Bucky was beaten within an inch of his life by one of the head goons running the place. Then his cellmates (some of whom would become howlies) planned an “accident” that killed the goon. Idk that just struck me? they were so loyal to Bucky that they risked something like that when they knew how nuts Hydra was? And then Bucky still gets taken away from them to be experimented on… But I wonder what other absolutely crazy shit they pulled that we don’t know abt.

hello friend!

I absolutely love the howlies!

this is a long answer so it's below the cut

and yes! this is all canon! if you're a comic book person, this is all detailed in Captain America: The First Vengeance - the companion comic to the movie. The guard, Lohmer, singled out and beat Bucky up pretty badly while he already was sick (I think they said he had pneumonia from poor conditions in the cells) so the Howling Commandos staged an 'accident' for Lohmer and crushed him under a bunch of metal. By doing so, another guard took his place and allowed Bucky to take a day off from work at the prison camp.

And then yeah, Zola found out he was sick and took him to the isolation ward. So there's that. Which sucks.

I think that the movie did us a disservice by not showing the bond between the Howling Commandos. Even in the tie-in comics, they really emphasize that they were very close, almost like brothers, and that they were 100% willing to do absolutely insane shit for each other. (including murder)

ON ANOTHER (darker, of course, it's me) NOTE:

y'all ever think about how Steve said 'sometimes we did stuff that made us not sleep so good'?

I heavily headcanon that the howlies didn't take prisoners. They operated quickly, quietly, behind enemy lines, and couldn't have brought prisoners back with them. Following this train of thought, the Commandos would've had to be pretty ruthless.

yeah, I think that the murder of Lohmer, the prison guard, kinda shows that the Commandos had no issues with doing what had to be done to achieve their necessary ends. Need the guard to stop bothering Bucky? Alright, we kill him.

Can't bring prisoners back to base? Alright, we don't leave any survivors.

ANOTHER SAD HEADCANON I JUST THOUGHT OF

Sgt Barnes probably has a higher kill-count than the Winter Soldier

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Okokok here’s a lil excerpt from the modern!Bucky/Cap!Sam fic I’m working on right now

“So,” Barnes drawls. “You’re the new Cap. Guess you’re going to have to get used to stuff like this.”

Sam groans. “I hate stuff like this,” he says.

Barnes grins and takes another long sip of his drink, and then sets the empty glass on the bar. “Aw, c’mon,” he teases. “It’s not so bad. Open bar, good food in tiny portions. And hey, it’s raising money for the VA, which if I’m correct, is right up your alley. What’s not to love?”

“Feels like every single conversation is a minefield,” Sam says. “Everybody’s trying to figure me out, see what I’ll do now that I’ve publicly taken up the shield. I’m tired of politicians.”

“Between you and me,” Barnes says quietly, “it’s not the politicians you should be worrying about. It’s the regular lookin’ guys. Everybody reports to somebody.” And then, as if that’s not the most daunting thing Sam’s heard all day, Barnes grins and shoots Sam a mock-salute. “Have a good night, Captain Wilson.”

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Ok, but in light of the recent fic with Bucky having a nightmare and Sarah taking care of him. How about Bucky taking care of Sarah? idk, maybe Sarah is sick and Bucky makes here some soup and does all the house chores. Or Sarah has a nightmare about losing Sam or Bucky and Bucky comforts her. Imagine the possibilities. You don't have to write anything, if you do you would be amazing and wonderful. And I'd thank you so much! But really, I'm only here to share thoughts.

friend thank you!

I've been meaning to write some Bucky taking care of Sarah <3333

(If u think about it, this could absolutely be a sequel to either the nightmare fic or the Aftermath from AO3, I'm just saying)

Lighten the Load - SarahBucky

probably rated T for some language

Sarah wakes, groggy and disoriented, head throbbing something fierce. Her throat feels like it’s on fire, dry and scratchy, and a hoarse, wheezing cough rips itself out of her throat as she struggles to sit up. God, what time is it? It feels like she’s slept either way too much or not enough, but judging by the sunlight pouring in through the window, she’s thinking it’s the former.

Wait.

Shit.

The bedside clock reads 10:30AM, and she’s certain she didn’t wake up and drive the boys to school without realizing it. Sarah scrambles, barely remembering to throw on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt before running out of bed, down the stairs, and-

Straight into Bucky’s chest.

“Whoa,” he says. “What’s the rush?”

“Where are the boys?” she asks around another coughing fit.

“School,” Bucky says, one eyebrow raised. “I dropped them off for 8:30. They supposed to be somewhere else?”

Sarah shakes her head, still resting against Bucky’s chest. He’s warm, and Sarah feels so, so cold, so she doesn’t bother moving. After a long minute, he wraps one arm around her waist, pulling her a little closer and kissing the crown of her head.

“D’you wanna sit down?” he asks. “You were pretty out of it this morning, so I didn’t bother trying to wake you up.”

“I had things to do this morning,” Sarah groans. “Errands. Chores. Work.”

“You had a fever of 102.4,” Bucky says patiently. “And I called the restaurant, let them know you wouldn’t be coming in. Chores are done, but I didn’t want to leave the house to run errands until you were awake.”

Huh.

She’s not really sure what to make of that. “The laundry,” she says.

“Done,” Bucky replies easily. “Well. The last load is still in the dryer, but it’s almost done. Everything else is folded and put away.” Strong arms steer her in the direction of the couch until she drops gracelessly down onto it, and then the throw blanket is wrapped around her shoulders, all one-handed. When she looks up at Bucky, she sees that he’s holding a mug, tea bag wound around the handle, and he offers it to her.

“Peppermint,” he says, “should help with your throat. You were coughing in your sleep.”

“I need to do the dishes,” Sarah says dumbly.

“They’re done,” Bucky replies. “And the garbage has been taken out. How are you feeling?”

“Did the boys get something for lunch?”

“Sarah,” Bucky says, voice calm but serious. “I can get the boys ready for school. Lunches packed, at the front doors twenty minutes early. You need to rest, you’re sick.”

There’s a part of her that doesn’t know how to let go, though. Part of her wants to see that everything has been done properly, to do it herself, even though she feels like absolute shit.

“Cass needed his soccer uniform,” she says.

“I know,” Bucky says, his tone now slightly amused. “Sarah. Hey.”

He cups her cheek and forces her to look into his eyes, wide and blue and genuine. “Yeah?” she says.

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things I am currently doing instead of sleeping:

1) writing a fic about Bucky taking Sam’s jeans off using his mouth

2) eating a family sized box of goldfish crackers

it’s not much, but it’s honest work

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My #1 post of 2022

Sarah/Bucky - Bucky has his first night terror in front of Sarah?

Absolutely!

Night Terrors - Sarah/Bucky, 730 words

She falls asleep warm and content, the feeling of Bucky’s arms wrapped around her waist, his nose buried in the crook of her neck, breath warm against her skin. There’s no better feeling in the world - he fits behind her like a puzzle piece, a warm weight behind her, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm that Sarah matches until she feels her eyes closing, the space between blinks getting shorter and shorter, her mind drifting off into the pleasant haze of dreams.

Waking is less pleasant, though - she’s not sure what startles her at first, too disoriented from being suddenly roused to piece together what’s wrong. It’s still dark outside, the cool night breeze gusting through the open window, moonlight barely illuminating the floor on her side of the bed. It’s not until she pulls herself into a seated position and settles her breathing that she realizes Bucky has turned away from her and curled up into the fetal position, breath laboured and frantic, muscles locked completely taut, arms curled over his head as if he’s defending himself from invisible blows.

“Bucky,” she whispers, reaching out slowly with one hand. She stops, still hovering above his shoulder, suddenly unsure.

I don’t want to hurt you, he’d said three months ago before they shared her bed for the first time. I don’t always sleep very well, and I don’t always know where I am when I wake up.

Startling him awake might not be a great idea, then, but she doesn’t know what to do. It hurts to watch him like this, softly whimpering and shuddering, curling impossibly tighter onto himself, punctuated by quiet pleading in a language she doesn’t understand.

“Bucky,” she says again, louder this time. Slowly, very slowly, she eases herself out of bed and takes a step away, all too aware that he’ll never forgive himself if he lashes out at her upon waking. “Bucky, you’re having a nightmare. Wake up.”

Still no response. His pleading gets a little louder, more desperate, and despite the fact that she doesn’t know what he’s saying, she thinks he switches languages.

“Bucky, please,” Sarah says, loud and clear. “Wake up. You’re in Delacroix. You’re safe. Nobody is going to hurt you.”

“Stop,” Bucky croaks, his hands fisting into his hair, “Stop, please.”

Sarah’s heart breaks at the hoarse sound of his voice. She’s heard him angry before, she’s heard him sad, she’s heard him in all sorts of different moods, but she’s never heard him beg, never heard him plead for mercy like this. It’s one thing to know, factually, that he experienced awful things before they met, but she’s never seen him like this before, terrified, and she wants nothing more than to find a way to comfort him, to pull him out of the hell he’s trapped in.

“Bucky,” Sarah says, loud enough that she’s sure the boys must be awake by now. “Wake. Up.”

For a long moment, she thinks it hasn’t worked. Then his muscles begin to lose their tension and he slumps down with a soft, hurt noise, his hands moving away from his head until he’s got his arms wrapped around his midsection, face buried in the pillow.

“Sarah,” he says, voice hoarse.

“I’m here,” she says, because she doesn’t know what else to say. “I’m here, Bucky, you’re safe.”

Carefully, she crawls back into bed, mindful to keep a few inches of space between them. If he wants her to reach out, he says nothing, so she keeps her hands to herself.

“I’m sorry,” Bucky whispers into the pillow.

“Don’t apologize,” she says. “Can I-”

“Just keep talking,” he says, “please. I… I know where I am, when I can hear you.”

So Sarah does. She talks about everything and nothing, stories from AJ and Cass’ childhoods, from her own, stories that are bright and cheerful. She tells him about growing up in Delacroix, about the family business’ slowly improving profit margin, about her plans for breakfast tomorrow. Sarah talks until the sun starts to rise, the first golden rays of sunlight streaming in through the window, until Bucky’s arms loosen their hold around his midsection and he unfolds his legs, until his breathing finally evens out again and he lets out a soft snore, peaceful and content.

“Goodnight, Bucky,” she murmurs, and then lets herself drift back off to sleep.

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NEW YORK -- A 74-year-old man was pushed onto the subway tracks early Tuesday morning in what appears to have been a random, unprovoked attack.

It happened around 12:15 a.m. at the 68th Street-Hunter College station on the Upper East Side.

Police said the victim was on the southbound 6 train platform when he noticed a man pacing back and forth, cursing and talking to himself. The victim said he didn't engage, walked past the suspect, and moments later was pushed onto the tracks.

An MTA employee helped the victim back onto the platform. He was then taken to the hospital in stable condition with cuts and bruises from the fall. Police said he was conscious and complaining of back pain, but did not elaborate on the extent of his injuries.

CBS New York spoke with subway riders who had their heads on a swivel after learning of another subway attack.

"It makes me not want to get on the train, which is less convenient, especially for the students at Hunter, too," subway rider Kaylani Miller said.

"I never stand by the edge of the platform," one person said.

"You can't hear about them and not be concerned," said another.

"What I say is act crazier. That's the only way to prevent yourself from getting hurt over here," rider Jaylin Brunson said.

Hours after the shove, additional officers stood watch underground, providing comfort to some, but not all.

"There are just only so many places the police can be. You can't put police on every platform, on every subway station, on every subway car. So yeah, it ha probably deterred some stuff, but it's a big city," Gary Alterman said.

Police were combing through surveillance from the 14 cameras located in the station. They said the suspect is still on the run and was last seen wearing a brown shirt and black pants. He's described as 5-foot-9, approximately 210 pounds, and in his mid 30s.

Even if he's caught, passengers said they can't let their guard down after too many similar cases have happened in the past.

"Usually, I try to stay over here or in the middle, never close to the yellow," said Mariela Pechalova.

"I don't really use my headphones, because I want to be aware of my surroundings, and just making sure I look around when I'm walking," another person added.

Anyone with information about the attack is asked to call the NYPD's Crime Stoppers hotline at 1-800-577-TIPS (8477), or for Spanish, 1-888-57-PISTA (74782). You can also submit a tip via their website or via DM on Twitter, @NYPDTips. All calls are kept confidential.

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for the inaugural post on this new blog, I’ve decided to create a new pathfinder 2e setting using a microscope hack called Lens: (inserting a read more for the actual log, since its a long boy)

with one adjustment: the first principle states "no unreliable narrators", but I prefer to think of this timeline as the "known history" of the setting. i.e: "first" just means "the oldest mortals know of"

Bookends: ⚪ The Gods form the world ⚫ The Present Moment

First Pass: ⚪ The Gods form the world ⚪ The First Mortal Civilization ⚫ The Present Moment

(randomized between 1-9) mood: 7 cohesion: 8

round 1: ⚪ The Gods form the world ⚪ The First Mortal Civilization ⚪ The First King of the Gnomes ⚫ The Present Moment

focus: the first civilization mood roll: 2 I decided that this event would be the founding of this civilizations (initial) government. using a chart of government types from Ennead Games, I rolled a monarchy. I rolled a d3 for the main gender expression of the monarch (1 king, 2 queen, 3 monarch). I then used the following set of charts to determine the primary ancestry of this civilization:

1-45 Human 46-54 Elf 55-63 Gnome 64-72 Goblin 73-81 Dwarf 82-90 Halfling 91-100 Uncommon Ancestry

1-6 Azarketi 7-12 Catfolk 13-18 Fetchling 19-24 Gnoll 25-30 Grippli 31-36 Hobgoblin 37-42 Kitsune 43-48 Kobold 49-54 Leshy 55-60 Orc 61-66 Ratfolk 67-72 Tengu 73-78 Lizardfolk 79-84 Nagaji 85-90 Vanara 91-100 Rare Ancestry

1-6 Anadi 7-12 Android 13-18 Automaton 19-24 Conrasu 25-30 Fleshwarp 31-36 Goloma 37-42 Poppet 43-49 Shisk 50-56 Shoony 57-62 Skeleton 63-68 Sprite 69-74 Strix 75-80 Kashrishi 81-86 Vishkanya 87-100 not an (existing) ancestry

cohesion roll: 6. since that is equal to or less than the cohesion level of 8 I take another turn with the same focus.

round 1, turn 2: ⚪ The Gods form the world ⚪ The First Mortal Civilization ⚪ The First King of the Gnomes ⚪ The King expands his influence ⚫ The Present Moment

mood roll: 7 to decide on whether this event came before or after The First King of the Gnomes, I roll a d2 and got a 2 so I placed it after.

cohesion roll: 7

round 1, turn 3: ⚪ The Gods form the world ⚪ The First Mortal Civilization ⚪ The First King of the Gnomes ⚪ A Royal Wedding ⚪ The King expands his influence ⚫ The Present Moment mood roll: 3 position roll (1d3): 2 cohesion roll: 5

round 1, turn 4: ⚪ The Gods form the world ⚪ The First Mortal Civilization ⚪ The First King of the Gnomes ⚪ A Royal Wedding ⚪ The King expands his influence ⚪ The first great city ⚫ The Present Moment mood roll: 6 position roll (1d5): 5 cohesion roll: 1

round 1, turn 5: ⚪ The Gods form the world ⚪ The First Mortal Civilization ⚪ The First King of the Gnomes ⚪ The Iris Throne ⚪ A Royal Wedding ⚪ The King expands his influence ⚪ The first great city ⚫ The Present Moment mood roll: 4 position roll (1d6): 2

since gnomes are fey, it seemed natural to use a plant/flower motif. I used a random flower generator to find a name for the throne on which the king sits and got the Corn Lily, which is in the iris family. (i could have gone with the lily throne, but i think the iris throne has a better ring to it)

cohesion roll: 8

round 1, turn 5: ⚪ The Gods form the world ⚪ The First Mortal Civilization ⚪ The First King of the Gnomes ⚪ The Iris Throne ⚪ A Royal Wedding ⚪ An heir is born ⚪ The King expands his influence ⚪ The first great city ⚫ The Present Moment mood roll: 2 position roll (1d7): 2 cohesion roll: 5

round 1, turn 6: ⚪ The Gods form the world ⚪ The First Mortal Civilization ⚪ The First King of the Gnomes ⚪ The Iris Throne ⚪ A Royal Wedding ⚪ An heir is born ⚪ Contact is made with other groups of gnomes ⚪ The King expands his influence ⚪ The first great city ⚫ The Present Moment mood roll: 3 position roll (1d8): 5 cohesion roll: 8

round 1, turn 7: ⚪ The Gods form the world ⚪ The First Mortal Civilization ⚪ The First King of the Gnomes ⚪ The Iris Throne ⚪ The Royal Guard ⚪ A Royal Wedding ⚪ An heir is born ⚪ Contact is made with other groups of gnomes ⚪ The King expands his influence ⚪ The first great city ⚫ The Present Moment

mood roll: 5 position roll (1d9): 3 cohesion roll: 9

now that all of the events for this round are added, it is time to add the first legacy to the list: the following options made the most: The Dynasty The Guard The City The Kingdom The Outsiders a roll on a d5 gave me a 1, so the legacy event will be ⚫ The King passes

thus, at the end of this first round the timeline is this: ⚪ The Gods form the world ⚪ The First Mortal Civilization ⚪ The First King of the Gnomes ⚪ The Iris Throne ⚪ The Royal Guard ⚪ A Royal Wedding ⚪ An heir is born ⚪ Contact is made with other groups of gnomes ⚪ The King expands his influence ⚪ The first great city ⚫ The King passes ⚫ The Present Moment

for the adjust step, I rolled 1d2 each for mood and cohesion, with 1 being up and 2 being down. this resulted in the following mood and cohesion values for the next round: mood: 6 cohesion: 9

however, I think this is where I will stop for right now.

#solo roleplaying #pathfinder 2e #microscope #lens

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No kiss, Goodbye? (Pt.2) Montgomery Gator x GN!Reader

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A/N: Here's Part 2 of No Kiss, Goodbye?

Summary: Montgomery was right, you were obsessed. Which meant you couldn't wait to slip in to the Pizza Plex again to see him again. This time after hours.

Warnings: NSFW Sexual themes, and implied sexual themes, degradation, foul language, humiliation

Word Count: 1485

You took your brother home hours ago. The Pizza Plex had closed, the outside lights going out as the parking lot darkened. Temperatures dropped outside as you waited, hands stuffed into the pockets of your thin jacket. Cars were still in the parking lot as the last of the closing employees were making their way out of the building, getting into their cars, and speeding off into the night while you stayed put. You checked your phone to see what time it was. 11:53. The doors would be closing here any moment and the last of the employees were in the parking lot. You knew there would be one night guard, but you weren't too worried about that, you were on a mission and you refused to get caught tonight.

Monty had driven you wild when you were here earlier in the day, his tongue snaking against your neck, his body pressed against yours. It was enough to make your shiver at the idea of him doing it again and you felt silly coming back the same night. He was right, you were obsessed and you were going to get more. 11:57. You watched the last car speed off and you began walking to the door, pushing it open and walking right in. It made no sound, which was lucky for you, and you watched at the metal sheeting rolled down over the doors and locked you in for the night.

"Well...no turning back now." You whispered and began to wander off into a random direction. You pulled the map out of your pocket, locating the rooms of the star animatronics rather quickly and your eyes landed on the picture of Monty's room.

"So..left here...and it should be a straight shot and his room is on the right." You muttered, stuffing the map back into your pocket and wasting no time to get to his room.

With your luck, the door slid open, only to cast light into the already destroyed room of the gator. His name was spray painted onto the wall above his couch, items strewn across the floor and his walls with holes in them.

"Not surprised..." You rolled you eyes, and began to rearrange his room. It wouldn't be clean, that was for sure, but at least you'd be able to walk around without tripping on something once you were finished with the room. Monty was nowhere to be seen and you couldn't possibly fathom an idea of where he would be immediately after close but oh well. You'd just wait here for him and hope he'd get back before the night grew old.

It took no time at all the clean the room a little bit and you took a seat on his couch, tossing you jacket over the back of it. A dim, green light, was all that illuminated the place and you sat there waiting, slouched on the appliance, your legs spread slightly and one arm slung over the back, trying to take up as much space as possible. You knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that Monty would not only be shocked to see you back this soon, but making yourself comfortable in his area and luck would have it that you didn't need to wait too long. The green metal of the door slid open and Monty stepped in, basking in the dim green lighting.

"Well, what do we have here?" He asked, tipping down his shades, his red eyes glowing at the sight of you. "You just couldn't wait for a taste of the big bad gator, could you, toots~" He purred, stepping in and the door sliding closed behind him. He half heartedly slid his key in the scanner, manually locking the door before he made his way to you.

"What can I say? You were right. I am obsessed with you." You cooed back as he loomed over you, looking down. He pulled off his sunglasses, folding them shut and dropping them on the floor. He didn't care what happened to them, all he knew was that he had someone right here, waiting on him to make a move. Monty grabbed both of your legs and in a blink of an eye he re-positioned you to lay on the couch while he hovered over you.

"Good thing I'm obsessed with you as well." He growled, his tongue flicking out and down your neck, licking on the sensitive skin. A hushed whimper left your lips as he chuckled, his hot breath rolling down your neck like it had done earlier in the day.

"I hadn't expected to see you so soon, darlin~ It makes me delighted to know a slut like you just couldn't get enough of me." He growled, nipping at you neck and grabbing at you legs, his claws gently poking into your thighs and popping little holes into your jeans.

"M-Monty..." You whined, lifting your hips to meet him but he pulled away and gave you a dark look.

"I never gave permission to use my name. Maybe put that filthy fucking mouth to better use." Monty's tone was deep, a small rasp to it that gave away the anticipation he had for tonight's events.

"On your knees." He demanded, moving away from you and making you feel dirty but it ignited a heat in the pit of your stomach, and fuck did you want more of it. You obey and get to your knees, the dim light preventing you from seeing all that was happening but something soft, and silicone like pressed against your lips. When you looked good and hard you gasped but Monty was quick and shoved his cock into your mouth, a low and lewd groan leaving his throat.

"Get to suckin, whore~" He demanded again and you did as asked, pushing your head down and forcing his cock to slide down your throat. Monty sucked in a breath and his head leaned back, resting against the couch as he threaded his fingers into your hair. You pulled back, bobbing your head and doing your best to curl your tongue around the shaft.

"Ughn~ Fuck doll....Keep doing that..." He encouraged you, bucking his hips slowly. It seemed like he hadn't been with anyone, at least...not in a long time and that thought alone was enough to make you try harder. His cock kept hitting the back of your throat, causing you to gag and drool to drip down your chin every time you pulled back. Monty began to watch your pretty little mouth take him, his cock vanishing down your throat every time you came back down and it made his cock twitch. You gagged again, more drool dripping down onto his lap and the couch.

"Just like that baby, gag on it. Fuck you're doing so good, just like a whore should." His breathing that was once slow and labored was picking up, growing faster by the second and you wanted it to. You knew what that meant and you wanted a taste of the big bad gator.

"Fuck, you better not spit it out. You're gonna swallow it like a cumslut. I know you can." He taunted and it made your stomach turn and you body move faster. You sucked on the head of his cock for a second, making his hips jerk, before diving back down and making a point to gag they way he liked it. It didn't take too long of that right there to get him hit the end.

Both of his hands wove into your hair, holding you down on his cock as he bucked his hips, fucking your mouth for a second before he slid his cock as deep as he could down that throat of yours, cum sliding down your throat and you whining around his cock with what little air you had left. As he came to a stopping point he slowly pulled his cock out of your mouth, the last little bit of cum dripping off your bottom lip. You made eye contact and opened you mouth, showing him the little bit of cum left on your tongue before swallowing it and licking your lips.

"Fuck...Oh I am no where near done with you yet..." He growled, standing up and pulling you to your feet. He bent you over the couch, leaning over you until his chest was pressed against your back. Your knees were shaking and you knew you wouldn't be able to be in this position very long for fear of your knees giving out entirely.

"You're shaking toots~" He chuckled into your ear, using his knees to spread you legs.

"Oh fuck am I gonna have so much fun with you." His hands gripped you waist as he began to grind against your ass.

"I've got you all to myself until 6 am."

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drarrily-we-row-along · 3 years

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Day 57: Text Message

As part of the Muggle Studies class, all of the 8th years received cell phones.

Draco didn't really understand all that much about it (and he hadn’t been listening especially carefully when their teacher had talked about it), but it did come with a little snake game that you steered the snake around to help it eat apples and avoid running into itself.

One of their assignments had also been to put in their peer's names in the phones with what seemed to be random coordinates. He wasn't entirely sure how that works either, if it was meant to transport you some how or something else entirely. He'd overheard Granger say something about it allowing you to essentially firecall someone, but he wasn't sure how that worked either.

He was sitting in the common room late one night (he didn't sleep well) playing around with his phone when he found a little button beside each of his classmates' names that opened up a little box that he could put words into.

It was like a little filing system for letters that Pansy would never be able to snoop through! Perfect.

Grinning, and thinking how cathartic it would be to get the words out of his head without the risk of anyone ever seeing them, he clicked on the bubble next to Potter's name and started typing.

Dear Potter, I know that you won't read this, which is why I feel like I can write it. I've wanted to say thank you for quite some time but haven't been able to work up the nerve. Thank you for saving my life, thank you for killing Voldemort, thank you for keeping me out of prison. I'm grateful, truly. And I know it's none of my business and it's not my place, but you've always gotten under my skin where you don't belong and I can't help it. You always look sad. You are always withdrawn and distant, even from your friends. It bothers me. Are you okay? I know that none of us are okay, but you know what I mean. Anyway, like I said, you won't read this but it makes me feel better to write it down. Best, Draco Malfoy

He tapped the little arrow button that would, he assumed, put it into the top part so he'd have it for later.

With that off his chest, he went back to playing his snake game until his mobile buzzed and pinged, startling him so bad that he dropped it.

Malfoy, you know i can read that, right?

Draco stared at the screen where a little box had popped up under his, uncomprehendingly.

Who is this? If this phone is even a horocrux, I'm done. Get away from me.

it's Harry. Harry Potter.

Came the reply and Draco thought for a moment that he was about to pass out.

don't freak out

Too late for that, certainly, he thought hysterically.

it's okay. this was nice, actually.

What was?

getting your text message.

What's a "text message"?

this. what we're doing right now. we're sending text messages.

But how?

that was the point of putting everyone's numbers in your phone. that way we can call and text each other.

Interesting. You must get a lot of texts since everyone has your number. How have you managed to make time for little old me?

not really, actually. no one really texts me or talks to me for that matter. killing a person makes you unapproachable, apparently.

I find this hard to believe.

you can believe what you want. but it's true. you said so yourself.

So... are you okay?

He found himself asking, afraid of the answer but Potter hadn't hexed him yet. He wondered if it was possible to hex someone via text message.

none of us are. not really. but no. no i'm not.

Of all people, it seems you should be allowed to be not okay.

i literally laughed out loud. startled my poor owl out of her sleep. of all people, i am the least likely to be allowed to not be okay. no one wants to know me. they just want me to be who they think i am.

Well, if it makes you feel better people feel that way about me, too.

i know. but i don't feel that way. i wouldn't have testified for you at your trial if i did.

I ought to say thank you for that.

you already did.

Well, I ought to say it now that I know you can hear it. or read it, rather.

your welcome you're*** i'm not an idiot, i promise

Well, I wouldn't go that far.

ha. ha.

I mean, your master plan for defeating one of the most powerful wizards of all time was to use a disarming spell.

well it worked, didn't it? i've successfully murdered someone by the age of 18. wouldn't my parents be proud?

He stared at the text for a moment, processing, trying to understand what that was supposed to mean. Did Harry feel guilty?

It bothers you. That you killed him.

don't pretend it wouldn't bother you.

Potter, I would have strangled him with my bare hands if I'd thought it would have worked. I won't pretend to understand what you're going through but self defense and saving who knows how many lives, ought to give you a little peace.

There wasn't an answer for a long moment and Draco worried he'd overstepped. He sat there, tapping his forefingers against the mobile, waiting.

it gets hard to see the big picture sometimes. like rationally, i understand what you're saying but...

It's harder when you're the one who has to live with the consequences.

yes

I don't sleep well.

neither do i which is probably obvious since I'm texting you at 2:00am

He typed and erased the starts of sentences repeatedly. 'would you like to come and not sleep well tog-' 'I'm in the common room-' 'do you want to actually talk in per-'.

I'm at the astronomy tower.

I'm in the common room. Some of us can't afford to get caught where we don't belong.

it sounds silly but do you want to sit together? just it might be nice not to be alone ?

Come back to the common room.

He sent before he could change his mind. Then he began to slowly panic; what was he thinking?

A few minutes later, the portrait that guarded the 8th year common room opened and Harry came in, looking a bit windblown. "Uh," Harry said inelegantly. "Hi."

"Hello," Draco replied carefully.

Harry stared at him for a long moment before taking a few steps closer. "Can I sit?"

"Please," Draco replied, gesturing to the couch beside him.

Harry sat and pulled his legs up to his chest. "I don't really want to talk."

"Okay," Draco affirmed.

Harry glanced over at him, "Does quiet bother you?"

He gave him a little smile and shook his head, "Maybe we would just be quiet together."

"I'd like that," Harry whispered.

"Me too."

And that was the first of many nights sitting together quietly, and the first of many hard conversations had via text message.

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Day 56: Phone call | Day 58: Voicemail

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ontheoddoccasioniwritestuff · 3 years

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Mystery Writer (Spencer Reid x Reader)

Summary: Spencer finds books at a second hand bookstore that are annotated and he falls the person writing the notes.

AN: This was part of a fic swap on @imagining-in-the-margins server! This is for the marvellous @definitelynotkatesblog <3 I really hope you like it! I had to delete the original post because it didn't show up in the tags. This will be staying up regardless of that now.

Masterlist

Your name: submit What is this?

“If you need anything, just let me know!”

Spencer pressed his lips together at the person behind the till before heading deeper into the rows of second-hand books. Familiar titles, old and new, printed on spines in various states of pristine/decay, they tempted him to select and bring them home with him. The clear sections between biographies and fiction guided him deeper into the forest, deeper into finding his way out. He was hoping to adopt one such book for a day off, when he could revisit it with a fresh eye. It would be like seeing an old friend again, remembering why they were friends in the first place with a hint of that initial read through from years ago, and perhaps he would learn something new in the process.

A dull ache in his chest at the sight of The Sign of Four by Arthur Conan Doyle. But he had long since recovered from that heartbreak and he would be able to read this story without feeling that again.

Still. It had been several years since he read this book.

His nervous fingers plucked it off the shelf and the pages fell open for him. A flattened gum wrapper parted the pages like the Red Sea. Spencer lifted it out tentatively. Its creases were ironed in from its role as a temporary bookmark, an impression of scribbled black ink flattened after it was made.

Spencer’s eyes scanned over the page in search of what this gum wrapper might have been guarding.

“Women are never to be entirely trusted – not the best of them.”

In the margins was scribbled:

Product of the time, but still a prick, rude smartarse role a bit dull

Spencer found himself exhaling in light laughter. That a lack of empathy was considered “dull” by this person, when it was something he dealt with in his job almost every day. The confidence in this commentary too, this brazen critique of a much beloved fictional character was left for someone else to find.

His gaze found Watson’s opinion of Holmes’ casual sexism: “atrocious sentiment”. It was circled twice in the same black biro.

Spencer dug his thumb against the text block and flicked through the book. A waft of that book smell lifted from the paper, accompanied by the bold notes of the previous owner dotted across the text until he finally landed on the reverse of the front cover. Two letters – initials - were scratched onto it.

It was with bridled exhilaration that Spencer approached the till and held up the book with a half-smile. His hands were quick to place it down on the counter so that the shop assistant could type the price into the till. His mood was apparently palpable because they seemed just as happy as Spencer to hand him back the novel in a brown paper bag – the receipt tucked inside.

--->--->--->--->--->

“Love is an emotional thing, and whatever emotional is opposed to what is true, cold reason, which I place above all things. I should never marry myself, lest I bias my judgement.”

What a lonely existence and also a lie. See: entire relationship w/ Dr. Watson!

Spencer smiled at this comment. Now all the other instances of a double underlining made sense. Each one produced itself in his mind as evidence that Mr Sherlock Holmes did in fact love. Maybe not marry, but it would have been terribly unconventional for him to wed Doctor John Watson. The unknown author seemed to understand this. They never emphasised if this love was platonic or romantic. But the way in which they proved love existed within this character oft portrayed as emotionless, Spencer simply adored. They were a romantic reader, who still enjoyed reading about the cynic

He grew quite aware of his posture in that moment and he straightened his back. A few clicks of complaint emitted as he stretched, his head twisting from side to side. Screwing his eyes open and shut behind his glasses, he revisited your deduction.

On the dot of the “i” in “lie”, there was a sprinkle of graphite around the indent from where a pencil’s lead had snapped from the effort put into topping off this point. A sprinkle of graphite smudged where the pages pressed together.

Spencer moved on to where a sentence in black biro tried to blend in with the printed words. A memory appeared at the front of his mind: when Rossi was bewildered to learn Spencer and Dr. Alex Blake wrote the newspaper crossword in pen.

The pencil markings were like mini brainstorms, something to revisit and make a solid theory with the black biro. But the planning was never rubbed out.

Little quotes were circled. This mystery critic spent half the book roasting the characters and the other half leaving little exclamation marks and circles around phrases and words when they couldn’t think of something to say. Spencer found it sweet, picturing the thrilling unfolding of events for the reader to revisit.

His heart ached in bittersweet memory as he recalled the contents of Dr Alex Blake’s book The Route of Linguistics. It was necessary pain to create a profile of who this mystery critic was. Yes, he was profiling out of work hours. His evenings were now spent trying to picture the voice behind the notes. The sarcasm, the witty blows to the character’s and author’s ego. He almost wished that he couldn’t read so fast because he finished the book, even with its additional notations, all too quickly. But there was one bonus.

Spencer traced the pad of his fingertip over the exclamation marks describing Mary Morstan. What else might a detractor of the great Sherlock Holmes read?

--->--->--->--->--->

He had returned to the bookshop in favour of adopting another. Yet he could not find one that satisfied his unknown criteria. It was not until he found himself checking the front pages of the fifth book he had selected, that he realised he was looking for a pair of initials.

Sighing, he placed My Dear Bessie, with its empty front page, back on the shelf. The chances of finding another book containing this mystery critic were so minute. He could probably calculate them if he wanted to dedicate himself to such a disheartening statistic. He’d rather not spend his lunch break doing that, as much as he loved statistics. This once, they did not assure his safety and he remained unsupported by the fact that he could not find any other Arthur Conan Doyle books.

His desperation became most apparent when he thought that perhaps fate should just decide for him. If anything, he would come away with a random book to read through in about ten minutes on a flight back home.

He peeked around the corner of the shelves. The shop assistant at the till was busy writing something down, not paying any mind to the shop’s only customer.

“A random shot had no better odds than just picking books off one by one” is what he told himself as he closed his eyes and placed his fingers on the end of the shelf, just over the first book’s spine. In an “S” pattern, his arm moved up and down, over the books and shelves and gaps between units. His feet stepped forwards into the space he knew was clear.

Spencer stopped and opened his eyes, his finger shifting just an inch out of the way of his new book’s title.

Circe. Madeline Miller.

He tapped the top and the book fell forwards, where he caught it. Its shining dust jacket was serving its purpose, a few tears along the edges from where it had protected the hardcover. He checked the front page. A map of Aiaia in orange and brown filled it to the corners. On the next page, his heart stuttered at the sight of two initials in the same handwriting and the same biro. There was also a scribble - invisible to start with then a ball of black.

The first page with the story’s text held a scribble just above its opening line:

the power of the name

“When I was born, the name for what I was did not exist.”

He could see that the first was in a blunt pencil, but the addition was a sharpened point carving into the paper. A secondary thought that was provided after completing the novel, they had added it. Spencer lifted it to his face, his eyes crossing to keep the stipple in focus. The scent of the paper and the graphite reached him easily; the note must have been made just before Circe was gifted to him. How lucky he was to find such a treasure.

The shop assistant was cutting out a new sign for “BUY ONE GET ONE HALF PRICE!”. By the time Spencer made it to them, the sign was placed upon the pile besides him. The shop assistant smoothed out a crease on the dust jacket, ineffectively but Spencer admitted the gesture. He was glad that someone who loved books as much as him got to work in a place like this.

--->--->--->--->--->

Spencer’s mind, definitely for worse, echoed the words off the tabloids around his head the split second he made eye contact with the headlines. He paced the shelves to somewhere a little quieter. When he found the chocolate aisle, he pretended to peruse. Ever half a minute or so, his gaze drifted up to the till area where the shop owner was on a phone call and clearly not paying attention to him.

It was not long before Spencer grew bored of looking at KitKats, and he pulled out One Thousand And One Nights. The book’s pages fell again to page 57. This shop’s receipt stood above them, still holding its place from the previous owner. It felt wrong to part the two.

No new people had entered this corner shop for 8 minutes. He’d even given the time at the receipt’s end a fifteen-minute margin either side. Given that this mystery critic took a break from work at the same time on the same day of the week – and that they worked during the day – he should have seen them. Maybe he had, and they were that man in the baggy hoodie who stunk of weed. Probably not. Hopefully not. Not that Spencer was judging him for his… recreational activities. He just wanted the mystery critic to be someone he could realistically spend time with.

Just then, Spencer’s phone trilled annoyingly loud. He received a glare from the shop manager and Spencer sent an awkward apologetic expression his way before answering JJ quickly.

“Spencer, we’ve got a case. We need you here ASAP.”

His response was immediate. “Ok, be there in ten.” Hanging up, Spencer dithered on the spot then grabbed a packet of Cheetos. He’d been there for nearly twenty minutes; he had to get something.

“Three dollars,” the manager said before returning to his call. But not before he rolled his eyes at Spencer. Spencer dropped the bills onto the counter and dashed out before he could be offered a receipt.

--->--->--->--->--->

An outlier in the usual length of case work had passed by in five long days. Spencer hardly ever regretted the time he put into this job. Every unsub caught was lives saved. But the absence of his mystery commentator had been niggling at the back of his busy mind and he was glad to finally reunite with them on this long flight back.

From his satchel, he recovered the copy of One Thousand And One Nights and began rereading the notes to ground himself in the story. His focus lingered on the page as if he were reading it at the average 250 words per minute. It allowed him to block out the humming of the engine.

Spencer did not take his eyes off the page as he pulled open his desk drawer and popped a piece of overpriced gum into his mouth. Half-hearted reminders bounced in his head, from when he tried smoking and chewing gum to ease his cravings. The fruit flavour was very clearly artificial and it faded within six minutes. Why his mystery critic would pick such a pathetic packet of gum to chew, he didn’t know. But hopefully the fact of its flavour disappearing fast would mean they get through the packet quicker and buy another soon. Even if today, and the days before, spent in that shop did not lean in favour of that hypothesis.

--->--->--->--->--->

The Five People You Meet In Heaven was in the Recently Donated pile. It was near the top, slid towards the edge of the container after being placed wonkily on a copy of some sports autobiography.

Within the pages was more than Spencer could have ever hoped for. Entire paragraphs were circled, quotes underlined. A squashed mini post-it note tabbed the page and a whole paragraph was scrawled on it, about Tala. An arrow pointing to the underside, Spencer lifted the flap and saw more to read, like an interactive pop-up book that he’d gotten Henry for his second birthday. Spencer closed his eyes quick and snapped the book shut. He wanted to save it for when he was sitting comfortably, not while he was rushing back to work in time for JJ to get to her lunch break on time.

The shop assistant had just clipped the lid back onto a green highlighter when Spencer drew up to their counter. With careful fingers, he placed the book upon it. There was a twitch of the assistant’s mouth; their eyes brightened. They looked like they wanted to say something, but something else held them back from making the first move. Spencer recognised it from his school days.

“It’s a good read.” He spoke after they had typed the price into the till.

“I know,” The assistant replied instantly, a relieved smile on their lips, “What part are you on?”

“I’ve already read it, but I wanted to revisit the passage at the diner.”

“Ahh, that’s a good bit. One of my favourites.”

Spencer’s eyebrows furrowed a fraction of an inch. His gaze dropped to the nametag on the left side of their chest. Y/N, their name’s first initial. It couldn’t be.

“What did you think about the final person, Tala?”

“Oh,” The shop assistant clutched at their heart, “I was an emotional wreck before and it hit me hard just as the rest did. So bittersweet to hear her forgiveness. It took me a few times to finish reading the end, but it was all worth it.”

He couldn’t be this lucky, to get this many books from the same person and to have them standing in front of him. Spencer didn’t believe in luck.

As he reached across for his new book, he turned over the cover, “Was this yours?”

Twisting their head around to read the publication details, the assistant – Y/N - smiled sheepishly at the initials. “Yes, and I’m glad to see it go to a new home.”

Apparently luck believed in him.

“But,” Spencer felt his brows knit automatically as he looked between the book and their previous owner, “You love it. I-I’ve seen your notes.”

A hand clapped over Y/N’s mouth, “Oh God, you must have. I mean, it wasn’t the intention initially, but I thought they might be a little entertaining for anyone who picks it up to leave them in there.”

“Oh, they were! I’d love to read more of your thoughts. Hear, hear them, if you wouldn’t mind.”

Y/N checked the door to the shop, still shut, and back to Spencer. They dropped their elbows onto the countertop with their chin in their palms. “What did you wanna know?”

From his bag, Spencer procured his – their – copy of The Sign of Four and flicked through the pages. So many places to choose, but he wanted to open with what had introduced him to Y/N’s analysis.

The pair put their heads together, leaning on the counter. Spencer could smell the chewing gum on their breath. Y/N never cut him off, and he never wanted to cut them off. There were little pauses at the end of each of their turns to speak before the other picked up where they had left off. Their voices leapt from secretive whispers to passionate orations of their favourite passages, rebounding evidence and analysis off each other like a bouncy ball. Spencer finally had a voice to put to the sarcasm, the one his mind had conjured long forgotten in the wake of Y/N’s enthusiasm.

The shop’s door swung open. Spencer leapt to attention as an older woman swept in, past the two of them towards the non-fiction section. Y/N adjusted their name tag, their back straight too. The clock behind the till announced that it was now twenty minutes after the end of Spencer’s lunch break.

Running on the rush of his hobby meeting a potential friend, Spencer asked, “Can I get your number? So we can talk more, maybe swap some more books, when you’re not working?”

His luck was still by his side as Y/N wrote out their number on his receipt, written in their infamous black biro.

--->--->--->--->--->

Spencer leapt over to the door of his apartment, took a deep breath, and unlocked it. Stood behind where it had been was Y/N and they too were still wearing the uniform from work. Their nametag was still on their polo shirt, the same spot that Spencer wore his FBI tag.

“Can I get you a drink?” He asked the second they made a step inside his abode.

“Tea would be great. Milk and one sugar please.”

And while he was in the kitchen, Y/N rushed over to the bookshelves, their eyes wide to take in Spencer’s collection. “Oh wow! You weren’t joking!” Their finger indicated to a hard cover copy of Mean Time by Carol Ann Duffy, “That’s one of mine. Well, yours now.”

Plucking it from the shelf, they opened it up. Spencer had written his initials beside theirs.

Spencer stuck his head out in the partition, “Ours. If we’re going to be sharing.” Y/N stood on tiptoes, teeming with delight, their hands cradling the book with all the care Spencer could hope for in a fellow reader. Joint custody of their books and their passion? What a dream.

“I just have to write a little more about the epilogue, and I’ll be with you,” Y/N took their place on his couch. A pencil began scribbling away their thoughts onto the last few pages. Their knees were their desk.

Spencer finished brewing and placed the mug in front of Y/N, who mumbled a quick thank you to him. He joined them in writing his final notes. It slowed him down a considerable amount, but he was glad to take things at a casual pace, especially considering the way that Y/N almost broke their pencil as they scrawled out their thoughts for Spencer to hear later.

“Have you thought about the next one you’d like to try?” Spencer asked tentatively. He wasn’t so sure if Y/N would want to be interrupted.

Luckily for him, Y/N paused their stream of consciousness to look back at his books, “Hmm. So much to choose from.”

Stood up, their book left in Spencer’s care. They took a deep breath, closed their eyes and used their forefinger to draw a zigzag over the spines. Spencer felt that he was almost sick with joy.

Y/N stilled their wandering hand and opened their eyes, already drawing out the selected novel, “This one.”

“And what have you chosen for me next time?”

Y/N handed over The Butterfly Lion from their bag, “Ok, I can’t wait any longer, what do you think?”

They sat back on the couch. Their legs now hung over the arm of the couch, elbows either side and face cupped in their palms. The book rested in their lap. Shifting so that he faced them completely, Spencer returned to the first page and his analysis began.

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