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So hear me out on my headcanon guys:
Sanji with heterochromia (i cant spell that fuckin word man..) where one eye is blue and another is brown. He always hides the blue eye.
The first one to notice is Zoro, who is immediantly like "holy shit youre eyes are pretty" and sanji is like "what the FUCK"
Actually fuck it im gonna write about this nobody can stop me.
Sometimes, on lonley nights in the gallery, when Sanji is busy prepping, he looks in the reflection of his knife. Underneath the frizzy mess of a fringe that is part of his hair reveals the blue eye he struggles looking at. He stares, scrutinizing that light blue in the gleam of his knife gripped tightly in his hand. He looks away to force his attention back on prep work. His hands are always slightly unsteady after those moments. He always ends up with a cut on his hand one way or another on those nights.
When Sanji was a kid, his brothers would use his heterochromia as a weapon against him. He was the freak with two colored eyes. They would say his blue eye was creepy, too. Not only was he weak but also too different to be called their brother.
When you're a kid, you take these insults to heart. Eventually, when you're barely into adulthood, they'll still plague you. They become a part of you, just like how Zeff's teachings became a part of Sanji.
Judge looked at his eyes with disgust masked by indifference. It was another reason for Sanji to assume why he was the failure. The outcast. The runt of the litter.
His mother had blue eyes. She always claimed Sanji got his blue eye from her because her father had heterochromia, too. That was the only time little Sanji felt normal. When she died, Sanji started to grow out his hair to hide the only thing he had left of her: her eyes.
Now, Sanji still hides her eyes from view. Realistically, Sanji is fully aware that none of the crew would give a rats ass what he looked like. Regardless, old habits die hard. He feels safe under the mask he made for himself. As he goes about preparing lunch, perhaps grilled sea king again with how luffy is always eager to fight those things, he lets his mind wander to his eyes more. While hands expertly move through his knife like an extension of his body, he thinks about the mess of blond hair that's always in the way. He'd never admit it out loud, but his hair actually bothers him. Since it started growing out, it gets everywhere; his mouth, in his eyes, and tangled in the buttons of his shirt. Is sanji happy with his longer hair? Absolutely. It's a nusiance to leave it down constantly, though.
As he's thinking this, he's blowing the fringe of hair covering his face out of the way every so often so it stops tickling his nose. He continues to evenly slice through a portion of sea king meat until somebody, Nami he realizes immediantly, speaks up.
"Do you need a hair tie, sanji?" Nami asks sweetly. Her smile is radiant, as always, while she looks up from the map shes been studying. Sanji didnt even realize Nami came in and made the kitchen table into a study until now, but he doesnt dwell on it. Nami is welcome in his kitchen, after all.
"Oh no, thank you, Nami-swan! I think I just need a haircut soon," Sanji lies as he's moving through the kitchen. He gives Nami a quick smile before turning back to the meat on the cutting board and avoids Nami's gaze under the disguise of being busy. His lie wasn't as believable as he wanted it to be, especially when he's stumbling over his words while he is usually eloquent with them towards Nami and Robin.
"But until then, you should take one! I probably have hundreds lying around my room anyways," She says. It's a peace offering designed to be in Sanji's language of communication. It secretly says he's getting that hairtie whether he wants it or not, and Sanji is weak enough to accept the offering. He takes the hair tie with a grateful smile, wrapping it around his wrist and going back to his current task. Nami and Sanji work in comfortable silence after that, but the hair tie weighs on his wrist like a weighted bracelet.
A few days pass by. Through every single one, he stares at the hair tie in the morning. He really should tie his hair back. It reaches his shoulders for gods sake, and it keeps getting in his mouth - but that small part of him that clings onto grief like its all that he knows refuses to. He doesn't think he can bring himself to share the only part of himself that he truly loves deep down. What if the crew really thinks it's weird? What if his brothers are right?
These what if's roam in the back of his mind. They lurk just beneath the surface like an unknown predator hidden in murky water. He ignores it along with the anxiety that crawls up his throat every time he looks at his wrist.
Then, a week passes by. Now he's in his kitchen making a simple breakfast for his nakama. Franky, in particular, will enjoy this since his tastes lie within American style food most of the time. He focuses on seasoning the eggs, some of them cooked differently to cater to everyone's tastes. While he goes through the familiar and therapeutic motions of cooking, the door opens to reveal an annoying head of mossy hair and the steady noise of three swords bumping each other at the hip.
" Oi, go to sleep in your own bunk. I dont need you stinkin' up my kitchen while im trying to work." He utters without looking up from the stove.
"Why can't I just sleep here shit cook?" Zoro grunts. Sanji hears him shuffle around on the gallery's couch behind him. He's probably lying down, or maybe he'll sleep sitting up again, or maybe he'll watch Sanji cook. That's the most irritating one, which usually ends up with them fighting out on the deck one way or another.
"Because youre fuckin' annoying, get out."
"The hell I am, I'm taking a nap here."
"Oh my - You know what?" Sanji whips around to glare at Zoro, making sure the knife he was using is now in his hand to point at the source of his ire, "Fine, but if I hear a single snore out of you I'm kicking you into the ocean!" He threatens and turns around to finish up with breakfast. By now, all he has left is pancakes. The batter was prepped earlier, so now it's just focusing on pouring evenly. It's task that's menial but still important to him regardless.
His hair is covering his face too much. He tries to shake his head to flip it to the side. It falls back to where it was before he can pick the bowl of batter back up. He brushes it over his shoulder, and it simply flows back over it. He blows his hair out of the way, a classic move, but not even that works and he's slamming the bowl down on the counter before he can even stop himself and walks away from his work to grab the hairtie from around his wrist. In a few fluid motions, he ties his hair back haphazardly into a poor attempt at a low bun, but it's out of his face, and now he can focus.
He's too deep in concentration to even remember that he has heterochromia in the first place. Cooking lowers his guard unlike anything else in the world. The gallery acts like a safe space and cooking is his comfort. He still forgets, too, while calling for Zoro to get his lazy ass up to help since he's decided to loiter in his kitchen.
"Hey moss, if you're gonna laze around my kitchen, set the table for me." His request demand is met with a middle finger, which Sanji gladly returns as he walks over to the couch to kick Zoro on the stomach. The half asleep annoyance is now suddenly alert and glares at Sanji for a moment before it's quickly replaced with a look Sanji has yet to add to his mental notes he likes to call "Marimo Dictionary". Zoro's eyebrows are slightly raised, and his eyes glitter with something Sanji rarely sees. He's never been able to place a name on that look. Now he's confused. "What? Dont give me that youre tired crap youre not fuckin 10." He says.
Zoro is still looking at him, though, and now Sanji looks back with confusion because what the fuck is he-
Oh. His eyes.
Shit.
Sanji rips the hairtie out of his hair at light speed, probably pulling a few strands out by accident in the process but he could honestly care less when theres something more important. Like whatever the fuck just happened.
Before he can turn away and go set the table himself to distance himself from the marimo, Zoro's hand moves suddenly to grab his wrist, stopping him from running away.
"Wait, wait, hold on," Zoro pleads. And what the fuck. Zoro has never said anything like that and its fucking with Sanji's head because what the fuck. "You...uh." He continues in his signature graceless way. "Your eyes..." He pauses after that, sitting up and looking at Sanji, but not just looking, he's looking.
"Marimo," Sanji's own voice is riddled with anxiety with how shaky it is now. "Let me go dumbass," He demands but it could have been mistaken for him begging with how much he's struggling to keep himself together.
He's anticipating the worst. He knows what he's expecting. Sanji has experienced it countless times before, and he's aware he will again right now while a pancake is probably burning on the pan for all he knows.
It doesnt.
Zoro is looking at him still, maintaining eye contact but also darting between both eyes. He's looking at him like those golden eyes are looking into his soul and its too much.
It's too much because Zoro's response is uncharacteristically soft in so many ways. Zoro speaks to him like he's speaking with reverence, "Your eyes are beautiful."
Sanji shatters on the gallery floor there. His soul is bare for Zoro to see suddenly and that terrifies Sanji. Nobody has ever told him he's beautiful. Especially his eyes. He yanks his wrist from Zoro's grasp and speed walks to the stove to turn it off and remove the burnt pancake from the pan. He doesnt respond. He cant, not when his heart flutters when it should have been anchored down by rejection.
Then, Sanji walks up to Zoro, grabs onto both his shoulders, pushes him out the gallery door with surprisingly little resistance, and slams it shut. He leans against the door, sliding down until he's sitting on the floor with his head tucked between his knees. His face is burning and his face is probably red like a tomato right now. He stares at the ground with wide eyes and a weirdly giddy feeling in his chest and stomach nearly akin to happiness but also dangerously close to feeling freaked the hell out.
"What the fuck."
#Bro...I will make this a series on god#like man...writing the second half of this was SO FUCKIN FUN#Anyways sanji has heterochromia supremacy#zosan#one piece#roronoa zoro#black leg sanji#vinsmoke sanji#sanji being called beautiful is his gay awakening#and he's late preparing breakfast after that#he'll probably smoke an entire pack of cigs after that too#somebody help this poor disaster#Sanji has Heterochromia
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Imagine Dancing Under the Star With Vash
Vash the Stampede X FemReader
Rating: T
Warnings: Angst, Suggestive themes
Word Count: 1.2k
(A/N:) SOMEBODY GIVE THIS MAN A HUG! Man I know I have wrote a couple things for Nicholas but I can’t deny Vash is a looker to. But man I want to hug him and make sure nothing bad ever happens to him ever! Poor thing! So this is me trying to give this handsome weirdo the comfort he needs! Enjoy and until next time happy reading! ~Countess
When you had gone to bed laying under the stars and glow of worms, Vash had been right next to you. You slept easier with him by your side not only because of the protection but the warmth as well. You rolled over expecting to find his form but nothing but cooling rock met your wondering hands. Sitting up and blinking sleepily you called out quietly with no answer. You gave him a few moments to return but grew frustrated when no sign of him even appeared. You liked your sleep and you liked being warm while sleeping, so you couldn’t help but be a little grumpy by the blond’s disappearance.
He’d been ran out of another town while the people cursed his very name. Vash liked to act that he was used to this sort of treatment and it didn’t bother him but you knew, it hurt him every time, despite him trying to hide it. You stuck close by never willing to leave his side, especially after these moments of receiving animosity from others who he wanted to protect. Vash always means well even though the majority of the time it ends in disaster.
Wrapping your thin blanket around your shoulders you set out to find him and drag him back to bed. It was cold tonight and you were exhausted. He had found a large mesa for you both to camp out on. It was fairly easy to climb up, but the trek was still exhausting for you. You knew Vash was exhausted himself, but when he was in a state like he is now he’ll keep pushing himself until he drops. It didn’t take long to find him, sitting on the edge with his feet dangling. You blew a stray strand of hair out of your face, ready to do whatever it takes to comfort him. Vash didn’t even look your way when you sat beside him. His bright blue eyes staring vacantly across the land that always seemed to be against him.
“It kinda sucks sleeping without my heater,” you teased after you had given him a few moments of silence in your presence.
“Sorry about that,” he chuckled looking towards you with a sad smile.
“I guess I can forgive you this one time,” you stated before shuffling closer. You draped half the blanket over him before nuzzling into his side. Vash stiffened at first as your body pressed against his before he melted with a sigh.
“Thanks,” he said. You nodded giving him another round of silence before you would press a little further. He needed to talk about it, but that didn’t mean he was not going to be stubborn and hide it with a fake smile. Worms danced around you both, lighting up the night with a bright green flicker. They did freak you out at first until you had grown used to the creatures and now you could say that they were even pretty as they bunched in the sky. You looked back up at Vash watching him hide the tears and forcing them back once more.
“Y’know you can talk to me,” you whispered. “I know you can’t be in a good place right now.”
“It’s fine,” he replied flatly.
You glared at him, “No it’s not fine. Vash, you don’t deserve to be treated that way. No matter what you’re just trying to help!”
“Honestly,” he looked away knowing that you would get mad at him, “I think I hurt more than I help.”
You huffed before elbowing him in the ribs, “If I didn’t love you so much I’d push you off this cliff. You’ve helped me a lot and I’m much better off for it.”
“Yeah,” he said bitterly, “I’ve gotten you shot at, almost killed, and now you get to sleep outside under the worm lit sky.”
“I actually think that wormy sky is really pretty now thanks to you.”
He turned and smiled but you gripped his cheeks causing his lips to pucker.
“Stop it. You don’t have to fake smile for me. It never reaches your eyes,” you released him, “and it breaks my heart.”
“Sorry,” he dropped the smile.
“And stop apologizing!”
“So...,” Vash stopped at your glare. “I get it.”
“I hate it when you’re sad,” you huffed. “It’s like I can never get you to cheer up. You just bounce back like a ball, it’s a little annoying.”
Vash chuckled quietly. “Wanna dance? It’ll make me feel better.”
You were floored by the request and it seemed like you couldn’t get up fast enough. You had become so close to the man they call Stampede and you couldn’t deny feelings were growing deep inside. Your womanly wants couldn’t deny his handsome features despite the goofy attitude. You took his offered hand the warmth of his skin seeping into yours while the cool of the metal tingling against your waist. He hummed a nameless tune while pressing you closer into his chest. You reached up stroking the hair from his eyes and he pressed in further enjoying the gentle touch.
“You have such a handsome face,” you purred.
“Careful you don’t want to stroke my ego too much,” he warned teasingly.
“Please,” you blew a raspberry. “You’re the only man on this forsaken sand pit that needs to get a little bit of an ego. Cause honey you ain’t got one.”
“Hey,” he laughed holding onto you tighter. You squeezed back, just holding him while the sky came alive with the buzz of worm wings. You both didn’t need music, as just swaying to the natural rhythm of the land was enough. Vash had a hint of the smell on him mixed in with his natural musk. You didn’t know how you made it so far without him but when you looked up from his hold to see that genuine smile finally pulling at his lips you felt overjoyed.
“Finally got you to smile for real.” You brushed his cheek once again. Vash leaned down getting closer to you. You searched his face quietly seeking answers to his deepest secrets within the depths. But they were going to be hard to unbury and it would take time, and you were willing to give all the time you needed to discover what makes Vash, Vash.
Vash leaned closer and you knew exactly what he wanted so you opened yourself to him and he took his chance. His lips started gentle before picking up pace. You moaned into his mouth pulling him closer as the green light painted you both in the night. He pulled away panting gently as you kept a hold on him. You kissed the side of his mouth before pulling away but still keeping a grip on his metal hand.
“Let’s get some sleep you handsome typhoon,” you yawned.
“Your wish is my command,” he bowed comically.
“Good! My wish is to be warm,” you started walking and he followed. “Come on heater the night is a wasting and I am not one to pass up good sleep.”
Vash chuckled again helping to ease you down onto the ground. He followed suit nestling beside you with an arm wrapped around your waist. Your scent comforted him and the feel of you against him brought good memories.
“Goodnight Vash,” you mumbled already falling asleep.
“Goodnight,” he replied waiting a little longer after you succumbed to fall asleep. He wondered what he did to deserve you until he too fell asleep. Maybe time would answer that question for him, but until then he wouldn’t question it much as he was thankful for you.
#Vash X Reader#Vash / Reader#Vash the Stampede X Reader#Vash the Stampede / Reader#Trigun#Trigun Stampede#Vash Imagine#Trigun Imagine#Imagine#Not My Gif#My Writing
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it’s not so easy to pretend you’re okay with the fact that albedo doesn’t love you.
he doesn’t love anyone, for that matter. except for klee, of course, and you don’t judge him here. you love her too. she’s the sweetest little disaster, so adorable and innocent, you love her with your whole heart.
because albedo loves her in the first place.
you see how much he smiles when she’s around, he’s practically glowing with adoration and gentleness, careful with his words, with his hands - so different from very strict, almost lifeless albedo everyone used to deal with. you remember his face when he recieved that letter, saying klee was gone. you locked that picture in your memory, and you revisit it from time to time. to remind yourself, he’s definitely capable of love. he just chooses not to.
you were never a rational one. somebody with a single braincell would tell you that loving homunculus with a heart of chalk is a very, very bad idea. sometimes you told this to yourself and laughed internally because well, you didn’t chose that, it just happened. you never knew how to control your feelings well, you never knew how to restrain your emotions - that was the exact reason why albedo chose you to work with him. he liked that about you. how raw with your emotions you were, how honest. very interesting, he said back then, i’d never tell you to stop, but i wonder, if it would be good to you in the end.
well.
and it should be easy. you hadn’t lost a certain someone, because you never had one. all your hopes for anything long gone, and you can’t even explain why - because not only you never told albedo anything, you know, he would probably set you up with somebody. to help you - to overcome your feeling for him, to be more attentitive at your job.
the only thought of it makes you sick.
for most of the times, you were fine. you chose to be, because at the very least, you were close to him. you got to see him a fair amount, only right not to make him annoyed with you. sometimes you brought him food, sometimes you bought him new paints, sometimes you just came to talk, and he was kind enough to nevet tell you to get out.
that was the most painful part for you. his endless patience and care towards you. of course he doesn’t love you, but he cares. he cares a lot. he helped you with your works, so you may join sumeru academy (he never wanted to do that even though you know he easily could). he teached you how to paint simple stuff, so you can also make more money off of it - alchemy is not for poor, and you - you definitely are. he let you sleep in his sort of bed in his camp, when you got stuck because of blizzard. it was almost fine, because you got enough of him to pretend he loved you. he just didn’t know how to express it - you told yourself so, and it was hurting a bit less, because it was easier.
it didn’t hurt that much before traveler.
and now you actively choose to ignore it. how his entire attitude changes, when he recieves a letter - it’s so easy for you to guess, who was the sender, because you know that smile from him. this special smile saved only for klee, and now somebody, who’s not you. you know how much he craves those letters. what he doesn’t know, is that how much you want to burn them all.
he would probably be very disappointed in you. for once, you don’t care.
you try to calm yourself down of his gentleness once again. it always worked, and somehow now it just angers you more. why is he still so caring around everyone, around you, when turns out it was all a lie? now that you know the difference, and you want to scream to everyone that he’s a fucking liar, he made you believe that he was soulless this whole time. he wasn’t yours, and he didn’t belong to anyone; you made peace with that. if not you, then no one. it worked.
all bullshit. maybe he just never cared at all.
you let yourself to wail in your pillow - it’s so cold on dragonspine right now, and the camp is empty, because traveler is back and the world is now spinning around faster. without you, of course. your new alchemy project long forgotten. it’s cold and empty, and you haven’t seen albedo in a while. you were so angry with him, you hadn’t even said goodbye when he left. something urgent, he said, grabbing some of his notes and his sword. he never did that before, his place was a pure mess at the best of times. he never cared that much about something so trivial as few pieces of paper.
you better return to mondstadt.
so you told him to fuck off. he looked like a kicked puppy for a moment, because, to be frank, it was really unfair to him. but you’re really determined to erase that from your memory. he deserved that, for all his lies. he never cared, you remind yourself, the image you created is far better. that albedo from your dreams loves you. not this... whatever this was. he doesn’t care. he doesn’t.
you try to do the old trick - to imagine how his gentle hand ruffles through your hair to get you to sleep, you remember his soft voice singing something you won’t remember next day, but it works for you now. tomorrow you’ll wake up and help klee get ready to go to jean, then bring some food to dragonspine and discuss albedo’s new idea around new project. your little life would be secure in your dreams.
you open your eyes.
“hey.”
he’s unusually close, it actually scares you a little. you haven’t been so close since he became friends with traveler. you thought he forgot he used to sleep next to you, klee in the middle.
“hey” you say. albedo smiles a bit.
“aren’t you cold? blankets are not even here.”
“i’m fine.”
his smile is somewhat off. you can’t put your finger on it, but it looks to you, that this smile almost looks like a mean grin.
“i actually wanted to ask you something” you want to interrupt him and say was it really worth it to wake you up this strangely and stare at you in your sleep.
“shoot” you say instead. you don’t like how cold his eyes look.
“i lost something important” he says easily, not looking at you. but you look at him, now that he sits near you, you feel unnatural freezing cold of his body even through clothes. his hair tied up only a bit differently. he smells like steel and blood and old war from the beginning of times.
there’s no golden star on his neck.
“really” you say. there’s only so much you can say right now.
“really” he repeats patiently. that fucking patience. “it’s a piece of paper. it must be here, somewhere. you know what i’m talking about, right?”
you do.
“can you help me find it?” he asks, his gaze always locked on you. like he doesn’t care about anything else, really.
you look at his hand extended to you. it looks like a normal hand and when it touches yours, it shocks you that it’s not even cold, let alone that cold you imagined. his skin is a normal temperature, and it’s like... you can’t put it to words. you don’t really want to.
“please” he asks. squeezing your hand only a little, it’s strangely comforting. “i really need your help”.
when you softly touch his cheek, he freezes, shock clear on his perfect face. he studies yours for a long seconds. you wear your heart on your sleeve, there’s nothing for you to hide. whatever he was searching for - danger, danger, danger - he hadn’t find it. you can say, he now changed his mind, whatever he wanted minutes ago is gone, even though his great goal hadn’t changed. you’re fine with that. you don’t care about his plans, not anymore. because you usually would’ve never done that, you wouldn’t dare. you know albedo wouldn’t appreciate it. but he... he closes his eyes, only to cover your hand with his. that stark hateful gaze disappears, and now he looks so peaceful, so pliable.
that would be easy now, you think. to pretend that albedo loves you.
“so?” he asks, not opening his eyes, head resting on your shoulder now. the blizzard starts to roar near the camp. so much snow in here, your eyes hurting. “will you help me?”
albedo would be furious, when he returns. you couldn’t care less.
“of course” you whisper, almost inaudible, “let’s find it.”
#genshin impact#albedo x reader#albedo x you#albedo headcanons#albedo imagines#albedo x y/n#albedo angst#genshin impact headcanons#genshin impact imagines#genshin imagines#genshin albedo#genshin oneshots
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Have we taken into consideration that Aziraphale's last glance towards Crowley before he got on the elevator might just be to send him a signal of "i need your help"? 'Cause I've just rewatched episode 6 and it's the first time my lightbulb went out that Crowley is there to watch Aziraphale's entire face journey after hearing about the Second Coming and that's why Aziraphale looks one last time towards Crowley. Yes, of course there are those sentiments of regret and resentment and all that complicated mix, but also, I think it's a signal towards him of "when the time comes and I know how, I'll need your helping hand. I could always rely on you, please trust me". All that with the added signal of turning on "A Nightingale Sang In Berkeley Square" in the Bentley (because, Y E S, that miracle chime is VERY clearly audible right before it starts playing) is telling Crowley what he couldn't anymore directly.
good morning @crowleykinning my beloved💕
i think that look can be interpreted multiple different ways, and i think it depends on how you read the scene before it? like, i read the look as a combination of -
'oh shit' / 'yep, told you.', to
'please come with me' / 'nope, you chose this.', to
'is this what you were warning me about?' / 'tried, yeah, but i wanted to protect you.', to
'im going to need your help' / 'yep, and i hope i'll give it to you when the time comes', to
'trust me to see this through, please' / 'i do... don't really have much of a choice.', to
'wait for me?' / '...yeah, alright.', to
'i love you' / 'i know, i love you too, but it's not enough right now.'
and a thousand other interpretations asides - a Look can be quite versatile!
it's a cacophony, 6000 years, of different sentiments and unspoken words, and i almost don't think it's really for us to understand? idk how to put it, but it's the same look at any lovers or friends give each other just before disaster hits - because whilst the Feral Domestic was a catastrophe in and of itself, this is the brief lull before all hell (pardon the pun) breaks loose.
im also not entirely sure what to make of the song playing; and im almost hoping that it's never explained, because any explanation holds its own weight and importance.
it was crowley (which, to me - given that he walks away in the direction of the bentley in the below gif, and by the end of the ep the driver's window is down - is the logical explanation), having queued it ready to go to the Ritz
it was aziraphale, slapped in the face with the 'no nightingales' line, after it playing at the end of s1 and in the missing 1941 scene, tries to get into crowley's head that none of what happened means that he doesn't love him
it was the bentley - my beloved, back again with the poor timing and heartbreaking bitch behaviour after the bookshop fire and slipping 'somebody to love' onto the decks, as some measure of comfort? or expressing her own upset? reflecting crowley's thoughts/feelings?
it was just a coincidence that that song happened to be playing. im not sure where i sit on the 'god has the aux' thought process (most of me doesn't like it, tbh), but i do think there is something to be said about it being, literally, just a cruelly-timed accident.
as for the miracle chime, the timing of it vs. aziraphale still reeling in the wake of the second coming bombshell personally satisfies me that it was the metatron's miracle, to call the lift in the donkey pub.
but we do know that regardless, aziraphale and crowley both, if not all of these beings, are able to influence the world around them... whatever happened with the song in the bentley doesn't necessarily need to have been a conscious, hand-waving effort!!!✨
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Safe Place
Daryl Dixon • They/Them Pronouns • 1. Holding their hands when they are shaking. • SFW • TW: Anxiety Attacks / PTSD
First night in the prison after it’s infusion of more people
Too many people
We don’t know what they could do…
“Y/N?” Glenn calls out for them seeing their attention on their hands draw back to him. “Did you hear anything I said?”
“Fuck, sorry…no I didn’t. Can you Uhm repeat it”
“Are you feeling alright?” Hershel asks Y/N gently taking their wrist in hand checking their heart rate. “Anxious?”
“I’m fine I just need to be told what he said a second time and then I can go on the run later. I’ll be fine. Promise” Y/N retracts a bit too harshly for Hershel’s liking, given he’s starting to worry for his friend.
The interaction didn’t go unnoticed by the rest of the council, especially Daryl. He knows something is wrong as does the others but he also knows what could be the cause of it.
When they found Y/N…they were beaten, bruised, and had chain marks from being restrained for so long. They were used as bait for walkers but when he and Rick found them, they didn’t exactly know if that was the only reason. It took them a few weeks with the group to give a little and that was only toward the original prison group. They helped with every aspect of the prison as a form of a thank you and repaying for their debt even if they are now part of this “family”. But Daryl noticed when too many people got too close or every time one of them mentions about bringing in new people, they would shut down and try to get out of the conversation that they know they have zero say in.
They are afraid of them might tie them down again. Treat them like an animal, instead of a friend.
“I’ll inform’em after this. Move onto other business” Daryl interrupts their questioning toward Y/N and they immediately relaxed as the conversation moves onto night shifts in the guard towers.
When the run came around, Y/N found themselves sweeping a room of walkers so that they could scavenge what the building has. But before they could call for the others, Daryl caught them off guard resulting in the poor bowman getting socked in the nose.
“FUCKIN SHIT—-“
“Sorry Daryl! Jesus I’m fucking sorry I didn’t—-“
“Shut it. Just shut it” Daryl groans holding his nose for a moment as Y/N retracted into themselves giving him some space and once the others joined after hearing him yell, they slipped out of the building.
“What happened to you?” Glenn questions watching Daryl shake his head waving him off. “Did Y/N do it? You gotta stop with the whole quiet approach man. I think we’ve all learned the hard way”
“Just. You now shut it” Daryl scrunches his face a bit adjusting to the pain in his face.
“Did they run off?” Sasha questions the two given that their small conversation gave Y/N the opportunity to leave the building. “Fucking hell. We pick somebody who’s a walking disaster to come with us. Should’ve asked Tyreese to come”
“Can it, Sasha” Daryl was starting to get annoyed as he left the two to handle taking from the building so he could look for Y/N.
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“Daryl”
“What?”
“I need yea to do me a favor. Or well. A certain someone a favor” Hershel pulls the archer away from the group that was setting up to make dinner. “Next run, I need yea to scavenge every place for sleeping pills. Or to make it easier lavender.”
“Havin’ trouble sleeping?”
“No, well. Given life’s gift of the undead, who could sleep” He laughs even if Daryl didn’t find it too funny. “Besides, not for me. Y/N just requested to be in a completely different cell block. Or hell. The other guard tower”
“Why? We’re safer in packs, even if yer daughter and Glenn—-“
“Stop” He held his hand up to shut up the now snickering individual. “They get night terrors and Rick asked me to check on them the best that I could and this is what could help”
“I’ll try, but yknow”
“Yeah. Hence lavender. Could make somethin’ out of it to help them out” He states about to head into the group when Daryl have a quick whistle to him to get his attention again.
“Keep an eye on’em when I’m out”
Hershel smirks watching Daryl glare immediately, making him laugh and the archer feel his face heat up.
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“Y/N. I’m not mad” Daryl calls out in the open expecting them to not be far, and they weren’t. But he didn’t hesitate to drop the extra weight on him readying his weapon as he sprinted over to Y/N struggling to keep the walkers on them from biting and scratching.
Breathe
Come on
You’ll get them off
They won’t hurt you
It’s okay
It’s…
No
No it’s not
It’s not okay!
You didn���t deserve what happened to you and here you are struggling not to just give up.
The moment the walkers fell limp on Y/N caused them to stop breathing. Not because of the weight but for the fear that they died right then and there. But given by the arrows in their heads, Daryl saved them.
“Fuck yer alright, right?” He frowns pushing the walkers off and checking their person while helping them sit up against the car they drove out in with his bike. “Y/N?” He tried to get them to talk as they stared at their hands feeling their lungs constrict making them hyperventilate. “Hey hey Woah. Okay come on. You gotta breath with me” he did the exercises that Hershel taught him. Given that Daryl silently cares for Y/N and asked for tips from Hershel on how to help somebody with PTSD as bad as they got it.
“I-I…I’m dead. F-Fuck. Right? Y-You…y-…” Y/N frowns trying to take a deep breath and finally Daryl stopped thinking—just acted. He took their hands into his squeezing them tightly while pressing his forehead against theirs. “D…D-Daryl I’m…”
“Fine. You’re gonna be fine” Daryl reassures over and over until Y/N’s body slowly stopped shaking. “That’s it. You’ve got it. Breathe for me…” he frowns taking a deep breath watching them mimic him. The two kept breathing until Y/N felt tears rolling off their cheeks given they’ve calmed down after a bad episode. “Let’s getcha back. The two will be fine to finish up” he slowly rises to his feet helping them up feeling Y/N not let go of his hands for a moment. “Or wait a minute”
“C-Can we wait…”
“‘Course”
Y/N joined Daryl on his bike on the ride back to the prison. They didn’t want to leave without Glenn and Sasha so Daryl had them sit by the car letting them take a minute while he swept one more house before the group left.
Daryl found him trailing Y/N for the rest of the week after their episode. They didn’t mind the company either.
“Hey I gotcha some tea…with whatever Hershel made yea” Daryl states setting the cup down while pushing the watch tower door back all the way which rattled said cup. “Well shit” he didn’t think that through and some of the tea spilled but the small giggle to escape Y/N caught him off guard.
“It’s the thought that counts…” They took the cup from him to avoid anymore spillage. Daryl jumped up to sit in the entrance/exit of the tower. “Thank you”
“Mhm…” He sat there in silence watching Y/N drink what’s left of the tea as they look over to see him move his gaze quickly. “Run tomorrow?”
“…Uh I feel I should hang back for a few. Felt pretty useless there and well I did punch you..I-I’m still surprised you even helped me out after getting the walkers off…”
“Cuz I care for yea and swear it could’ve been worse. I’ve been shot before” He shrugs climbing into the tower completely and closing the tower door bringing himself hesitantly right beside them. “Couldn’t letcha suffer”
Y/N sets the cup down feeling the residual feeling from the run earlier catch back up with the shake of their hands. But they were more in control of it then…feeling safe with him.
“Give me these” Daryl took their hands into his once again by pulling them gently into his embrace holding their hands in front of them. He didn’t tighten his embrace or anything, didn’t want to freak them out.
But the way they relaxed against his chest holding his hands in theirs. Y/N couldn’t help the satisfied sigh to escape from them. The two of them didn’t part for the rest of the night and when Rick went to check on the two of them, they were sleeping in each other’s embrace.
Guess he’s their safe place.
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Hey @botankirishima just continuing the one piece fusion au here, because the thread became way to long..... again X).
But anyways here is a list of all the fusion we created so we can remember them more easily:
Luke: Ace/Luffy
Sapphire: Sabo/Luffy
Sam: Sabo/Ace
Axle: ASL
The favorite Lucy (Lucifer): Law/Luffy
Zane: Zoro/Luffy
Raphael: Ussop/Luffy
Louna: Nami/Luffy
Orchidea: Robin/Luffy
Seb (Sébastien): Sanji/Luffy
Cotton: Chopper/Luffy
Mel: Brooke/Luffy
Freddy (lovely named by one of my friends): Franky/Luffy
Arun: Jimbe/Luffy
Senshi: Yamato/Luffy
Caranougat: Katakuri/Luffy
Anchor: Shanks/Luffy
Crow: Law/Luffy/Kid
Coffee: Carotte/Luffy
Luther: Peter/Luffy
Doc: Peter/Law
And here are some my friends created will we were in a vocal on discord:
Sher (Sherlock): MJ/Law
Devil: Monster trio
Deku: Coby/Luffy
Mike (Micheal): Zoro/Sanji
Obsidian: Shanks/Mihawk
Harmony: Uta/Luffy
Asahi: Ace/Yamato
Spiderlily: Robin/Peter
Jester: ASL + Peter
Martin (Martinique): Tony/Shanks
That all of them :).
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MJ is a queen okay, Sanji can't get close to her for two reasons, one she can and will destroy him and two pouting Peter that it. Like I say goth to goth communication, Luther is the sunshine while Sher is the sunshine protector.
Everyone is just exasperated at Ace and Zane sleep competition at this point.
No no I get what you mean, Lucy the therapist will Zane is the emotional support dog and he will happily do it.
You forgot the two queen May and MJ, both of them and Luffy are the only one that can calm down Doc enough. Poor Doc having endless thought going through his mind, an a worrying anxiety level and enhanced senses, he is literally vibrating right now, somebody help this disaster of a man.
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By Olivia Rosane
Common Dreams
Oct. 13, 2023
"As the scale of climate change impresses itself more and more on us, we are going to need bolder things," Stiglitz said at the IMF and World Bank's annual meeting in Morocco.
The International Monetary Fund, or IMF, should give poorer nations $300 billion a year to respond to the climate emergency, Nobel Prize-winning economist Joseph Stiglitz said.
Stiglitz outlined his recommendation in an interview with The Guardian as he attended the fund's annual meeting with the World Bank in Marrakesh, Morocco, which runs from Monday, October 9 to Sunday, October 15.
"As the scale of climate change impresses itself more and more on us, we are going to need bolder things," Stiglitz said.
In his call, Stiglitz joined the push for the IMF to release more Special Drawing Rights (SDRs), a reserve asset that can be exchanged for cash. Wealthy nations also have the option of placing their SDRs in a fund for poorer countries.
"Basically, it is printing money," Stiglitz said. "It wouldn't be inflationary but it would be transformative."
Stiglitz' remarks came about a week after nearly 60 U.S. Democratic lawmakers sent a letter to President Joe Biden and Treasury Secretary Janet Yellen asking them to support a new allocation of SDRs. The IMF issued $650 billion in SDRs in 2021 to help with the recovery from the Covid-19 pandemic, and the legislators wanted it to issue the same amount to help nations address the climate crisis, war, and future pandemics.
Stiglitz's call is even bolder at $300 billion a year, because the lawmakers limited themselves to an amount that the IMF could approve without a vote from Congress. While Stiglitz acknowledged his plan was ambitious and unlikely to pass through the current U.S. Congress, it was worth pushing for given the urgency of the moment.
"When the time comes and we are frying and somebody says: 'How do we get out of the frying pan?,' this [annual SDR allocations] is one way of doing so," he told The Guardian.
Stiglitz said the money should be used to help poorer nations fund their equivalent to the U.S. Inflation Reduction Act—which invested $370 billion in renewable energy. But it's impossible for less wealthy countries to make that kind of investment on their own, Stiglitz said.
"Developing countries can't do it on any scale," he told The Guardian. "Unless developing countries and emerging markets reduce their emissions, no matter what pieties we do in the U.S. and Europe, we will get global warming. The rhetoric is about doing something about climate change and then rather than getting onboard [the people] you most need to get onboard, you alienate them."
In a report published Thursday, the Center for Economic and Policy Research (CEPR) agreed that many poorer nations are not in the financial position to take ambitious climate action, and proposed more SDRs as one potential remedy. What's holding them back, CEPR said, was a large debt burden: Almost 80 low-to-middle-income countries face debt distress, and three-fourths of these are especially vulnerable to climate impacts. This creates a "vicious cycle" in which countries struggle to both service debt and respond to extreme weather events, leaving them unable to either get out of debt or recover from disasters and invest in the future.
"Most of the world is going through what many have termed a 'polycrisis,' facing down high levels of external debt, combined with interlocking crises of food insecurity, fluctuating energy prices, impacts of war, and of course, the climate crisis," report coauthor Ivana Vasic Lalovic said in a statement. "Countries are limited in what they can do to respond to the climate crisis, though, when they are forced to divert so much of their resources toward servicing their debts."
The report, titled The Growing Debt Burdens of Global South Countries: Standing in the Way of Climate and Development Goals, called on major financial institutions to address the situation by updating debt resolution frameworks, providing debt relief, financing through grants instead of loans, and allocating more Special Drawing Rights (SDRs).
"The international finance community needs to accept that the current dynamic, which prioritizes debt service–no matter how burdensome–over human needs and the urgency of climate crisis preparedness and response is unsustainable," coauthor Lara Merling said in a statement. "They need to step forward with solutions. Millions of lives may depend on it."
#IMF#Special Drawing Rights#SDR#climate crisis#climate change#joseph stiglitz#Center for Economic and Policy Research#CEPR
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Please. Somebody help this poor, confused disaster of a human HIMBO
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The Misfortunate Incident
Chapter Two
While walking to the kitchen in search of some food after her shower, Emilia heard the familiar tune coming from her phone which notified her that Jessi was calling. Scooping up her phone, she grimaced when thinking about what this conversation would involve. She’d updated Jessi through text about how her presentation had gone and knowing her like she does, Emilia knew she’d have to give her a play by play before she’d even think about letting her stew in her own humiliation.
“He—”
“EMILIA!! Please tell me you were joking!” Jessi cut off. Pushing aside pleasantries between these two was common when there were more important matters to discuss.
“Well, I mean it really does sound worse than—”
“YOU PUKED ON PROFESSOR BARKLEY” her best friend nearly screeched before breaking off into a fit of giggles that made Emilia feel both mortified and amused.
“Jess—"
“Bhahaha—I’m sorry it’s not funny but— “Jessi snorted before another fit of laughter overtook her and interrupted her attempt to comfort her friend.
Pulling the phone away from her ear Emilia couldn’t help the slight smile that broke across her face, at the sound of her best friend’s uncontrollable laughter caused by her ridiculous misfortune. As she waited for her best friend to finally calm down and regain her barring’s, Emilia let out an amused sign before beginning to prepare her cup noodle dinner.
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“I’m telling you Em, it really isn’t that bad, everyone will forget about it by Tuesday, and it’ll be like it never happened. Besides, if you ask me that was probably the most iconic thing you could’ve done in that class. Everyone knows Barkley is the least interesting, longwinded professor in our university” Jessi snorted after the girls debriefed the events of Emilia’s disaster of a day.
“He looked at me like I’d just ran over his dog as I walked out of class, I probably traumatized the poor man—stop laughing it’s not funny I can hear you!” Emilia whined. She’d long since finished her dinner and settled onto her couch, the girls had switched to facetiming each other halfway through the call. This gave her the perfect view to all her friends gasps and giggles that occurs during the recounting of events that occur in her last lecture of the day.
“Are we going to watch this show or not jess, you’ve only been asking me to watch it for the last couple of weeks” Emilia snorted while searching up her friend’s latest obsession, a show called F4 Thailand, which Jessi hadn’t stopped nagging her to get into since it started airing. After talking they’d decided to watch it together on facetime since neither girl thought it was a good idea to go out considering the weather.
“Yes, gosh we got so sidetracked its literally already nearing 7pm”
“I know, somebody was having too much fun laughing at my pain, you’re. lucky I don’t have work tomorrow or we’d never get to watch—” Emilia’s spiel was cut off as a crack of thunder sounded through the room and echoed from the phone.
Since they’d been on the phone the storm clouds had rolled in and darkened the once tranquil blue sky, turning it a dark grey almost black while the sun set to light up another part of the world till tomorrow. Her mother had messaged to inform her, shed be spending the night at the hospital to avoid going out in the rain, and asked her to make sure all the windows and front door were locked. She also reminded her daughter where the flashlights were kept in case of a power outage and not to stay up too late just because it was the weekend.
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After settling in and pulling up the show on their respective tv’s, the girls hit play and began to indulge in their favorite past time just like the hopeless romantics they were. The girls loved to throw in their own commentary and overzealous reactions to the scenes playing out before them, which led for the apartments to be filled with laughter and yelling that looked a bit like this.
“Ooh he’s cute, is he the main lead”
“Why was that literally the most dramatic way to bump into someone I’ve ever seen” “Em I’ve honestly seen you do worse, leave that girl alone”
“No because literally all he needed to do was take a wet wipe and clean his shoe, its rhinestone” “I thought the exact same thing when I first saw that scene but like he’s also supposed to be a spoiled brat so”
“Wow she literally walked away from her when the ONLY reason she’s even getting bullied is because of her, I’m going to swing” “My thing is like okay yea I get not wanting to get bullied but like no one was even around, SHE COULD’VE ATLEAST SAID HI”
“Why is MJ kinda...” “Right, they need to give my man more appreciation”
“AHH NOT HIM BUYING THE BUS SHE TAKES” “IF HE WNTED TO HE WOULD”
“No wait—” A crack or thunder accompanied the tv and lights in the apartment shutting off and plunging the two girls into darkness with a screech.
“Ugh you have got to be kidding me right now” “No we were literally only on episode four you haven’t even got to see the best parts yet”
Sighing while getting up from the couch, Emilia headed to the kitchen cabinet under the sink to retrieve the flashlight and shine some light in the otherwise pitch-black living room. Walking back into her living room she calls out to Jessi and lets her know they’ll have to continue tomorrow before they bid goodbye and hang up for the night.
After double checking all the windows and front door locks, she was about to head into her room when she saw what she thought was a spark coming from the outlet that the tv was plugged into. Standing completely still it only took a minute before she once again saw the flick of sparks coming from the outlet, and decided it was better to unplug the set for the night than risk the possibility of a fire starting while she slept.
Crouching down she reached out for the plug, when -- CRASH -- the sound of a frame being knocked to the floor caused her to jump back onto her bottom while looking over to the source of the sound and seeing her cat Salem sitting on the counter while cleaning his paws.
“Do only exist to give me heart attacks” she chided while shaking her head and resting her hand on her chest to calm down. She’d always hated thunderstorms and now without the distraction of the tv and the only light filling the room being that of the flashlight coupled with the occasional flash of lighting, her fear was being to creep up on her.
Taking a second to collect her thoughts she refocused on her goal of unplugging the tv and heading to bed to sleep off the remanent of the day. Reaching forward she grasped the plug and pulled before she saw a bigger spark ignite and an intense buzz run up her arm through her body before everything went black.
#bright vachirawit#f4 thailand boys over flowers#f4 thailand#f4 imagine#thailand#thai series#thai drama#thai actors#tumblr fyp#reader insert#x reader#long reads#tu tontawan#win metawin#dew jirawat#nani hirunkit#prim chanikarn
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The Life of The Prophet Muhammad(pbuh): The Battle of Tabuk and Afterwards
Delegation of Sons of Hilal
Among the delegations that came to Madinah in order to pay allegiance to the Messenger of God was the delegation of Sons of Hilal. The delegation consisted of two people: Abdi Awf b. Asram and Qabisa b. Mukhariq.
When Abdi Awf came to the presence of the Prophet and became a Muslim, the Prophet asked him, “What is your name?”
He said, “Abdi Awf.”
The Prophet said, “You are Abdullah,” and changed his name.
Is it Permissible to Ask Help from People?
Qabisa b. Mukhariq, one of the delegates of Sons of Hilal, said to the Prophet, “O Messenger of God! I stood security for somebody from my tribe; now, I am in debt. Will you help me about it?”
The Messenger of God said to Qabias, “All right! Wait a bit. When zakah goods come from somewhere, I will pay your debt.” Then, he said, “O Qabisa! Know it very well that it is not appropriate to ask something from people except for the following three situations: 1) a person who becomes indebted in order to mediate between two people (or two tribes and clans), 2) a person who loses all of his property due to a disaster, 3) a person who is definitely poor by the witnessing of three sane people from his tribe. O Qabisa! It is haram to beg for the other people.”
Thus, this demand of Qabisa became a means for the determination of an important criterion in the social life.
In Islam, begging, asking something from somebody though one is not in need is regarded as a bad characteristic. There are several hadiths of the Messenger of God regarding the issue.
#allah#god#islam#muslim#quran#revert#convert#convert islam#revert islam#revert help#revert help tem#help#islamhelp#converthelp#how to convert to islam#convert to islam#welcome to islam
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Saw somebody asking about survive kids on a bus so i decided to ask something as well. How do you think the kids would react to being shipped together? (im a big takuma x kaito and shuuji x ryo fan) what would the digimon think?
Oh man this is actually so funny to think about. I could take this in a "the other kids shipping them together" way but I'm choosing to go for the meta "reacting to fanart/fanfics of themselves" thing
I like to think there would be some sense of horror amongst them, be it in a "GOD NO WHY" way or a "HOW DID THEY KNOW" way.
They would def read fics out loud at each other to embarrass each other
Would absolutely love if for some of them, finding out that people shipped them was the thing that made them have a Feelings Realization
Like with the ships you named right I'm thinkin about
Shuuji being like "I do NOT like Ryo like that...do I?" And then having a crisis.
LMAO WAIT HEAR ME OUT TAKUMA WOULD GET REALLY INTO THE FANART BECAUSE HE LIKES LOOKING AT PICTURES OF KAITO SMILING. He has 0 self awareness about it. "These people are way off, we're just friends. They drew Kaito really cute here though so—" He's a little bit dumb.
Ryo goes on a rant about how this is an invasion of privacy and he's not okay with it, but really he's just panicking because he can't gauge Shuuji's reaction very well and is afraid of his crush being grossed out at the thought of dating him. (Poor guy couldn't be more wrong lol).
Kaito's having his own crisis but that crisis is "am I really THAT obvious?" Everyone says yes with 0 hesitation. The fact that Takuma is still oblivious is officially making him insane.
THE KIDS WOULD HAVE TO EXPLAIN SHIPPING TO THE KEMONOGAMI AND IT WOULD BE A DISASTER BECAUSE NONE OF THOSE MF'S (AFFECTIONATE) HAVE FILTERS. THEY WOULD ALL SO BLATANTLY GIVE THEIR OPINIONS ON WHICH SHIPS THEY AGREE WITH AND EVERYONE WOULD BE SO EMBARRASSED HELP. Makin comments like "oh is that why you look at them like that" in front of EVERYONE.
Floramon just starts roasting everyone who gets shipped with Saki who she doesn't think is good enough for her ToT
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Is Bravo Trying to Rewrite History?
The discussion and outrage among the fans exploded after this episode, and it wasn’t because of something that happened in it.
It was because of the recap with the old intro card where an obvious detail was strangely missing.
When I saw the episode, this wasn’t a part of the episode, so Bravo had quickly deleted it from the footage all together, which they should’ve done to begin with.
Bravo had erased Nene Leakes from the old intro card.
They had used this throwback to show us the timeline of the relationship between Kandi Burruss and Marlo Hampton, and that could’ve been done easily without the intro card at all.
Which makes me wonder why they would’ve taken the time to erase Nene from the intro card when it had nothing to do with Kandi and Marlo.
It reeks of disrespect.
There was a lawsuit against Bravo and Andy Cohen with Nene, and one could speculate if this has something to do with their settlement.
Are they not allowed to show Nene anymore?
However, they can’t just delete her from the history of RHOA! If there’s an issue with Nene, drop the intro card all together!
Someone has been sitting and erasing Nene from the intro card. That’s not an accident. That’s not a misunderstanding. It’s a choice.
This looks so bad for Bravo!
I called my recap of this week’s episode “These Producers Will Ruin the Show”, and after this and the poor ratings they’ve been having, somebody needs to go.
But it’s none of the women. Well, maybe Marlo, but mostly the production team.
One thing is to blindly support and protect Marlo, which is reckless in itself, but to erase a housewife out of spite is a recipe for disaster.
At this point, Bravo should recognise that this production team isn’t helping RHOA at all.
Maybe they should reevaluate themselves and acknowledge that they are mostly to blame for Bravo’s problems.
And regardless of their legal feud with Nene, they can’t just rewrite history and disrespect a housewife who helped Bravo and RHOA to greatness and stardom.
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(Leo was getting dressed in his room. His dad was outside, talking to an old family friend. He had already told Emma that he was going to be running late. He hoped it would be fast.)
Bruce: Have you and the boy been doing well these past few days?
Mr. Craig: Oh, you know, things could be better, things could be worse. But we're making it.
Bruce: Still waiting for that promotion?
Mr. Craig: Haha! I'm getting there. I'm either working hard or hardly working, am I right?
(They both laugh at the joke until Leo comes running out.)
Leo: Hey, Grandpa Rocky!
Bruce: Well, look who it is. The little Craig himself. How are you doing, young man?
Leo: I'm fine, I'm fine.
Bruce: How are things in school?
Leo: Pretty good, actually. Those tutoring sessions have been super helpful.
Bruce: Good to know. Have you been keeping busy?
Mr. Craig: Oh yeah. He and our neighbor's daughter have been hanging out every day. They said they had met some new friends.
Bruce: Oh really? Who?
Leo: Oh... You know... Some guys behind the apartment building.
Bruce: (places a finger around his chin) You mean at the abandoned theater?
Mr. Craig: None other. They're helping this guy restore his theater. Some guy by the name of Balan.
Bruce: The same Balan from the rumors?
Leo: Oh no, don't tell me you follow those rumors too. He's not dangerous! The stories are a lie!
Bruce: I know they're a lie.
Leo: Huh?
Bruce: Every week, I go to pick up trash from the dumpster behind the building. And every time I went there, he never bothered me. I never really spoke to him, though. And he was always looking at me like he wanted something. But I never heard once that he kidnapped somebody. If anything, I'd say the poor fella is just heartsick.
Leo: Finally, someone gets it! Thank you!
(The men blink at Leo's response. He looked a bit sheepish but quickly sobered up by clearing his throat.)
Leo: (ahem) Speaking of Balan, I should go back to help him.
Mr. Craig: Already?
Leo: Yeah, I've got to go... Actually... Grandpa Rocky, how would you like to meet Balan face to face?
Bruce: Me? Meet him? Are you sure?
Leo: Yeah. I promise he won't harm you. In fact, he's really friendly. Almost lovable.
Bruce: (smiles) Well, if he's a friend of yours, Leo, then he's a friend of mine. You and your father always had the best judgment in people.
Leo: (looks bashful and rubs the back of his head) We'll catch you later, dad!
Mr. Craig: Keep safe, my son!
So here's the context
An old family friend of Leo and his dad arrived. A man named Bruce Stone, who Leo liked to call Grandpa Rocky. He's a garbage man that would come every week to pick up trash around the apartment building, including behind where Balan was.
Even though Bruce heard the rumors, he never believed them because Balan left him alone. But Bruce could tell that he was needing something. Still, it was good to know that he never believed the rumors anyway.
Maybe Bruce can help the others by cleaning up the theater. Considering he didn't find Balan as dangerous. So Leo invites him to meet him in person.
This is my Lonesome Maestro AU. When Balan's first show was a disaster, and everyone left him. He's become very lonely and sad due to no one being around. Until Leo and Emma showed up and try to change his life for the better.
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KPTS Episode by Episode word vomit
HEAVY SPOILERS
Episode 1 Aka
Meet cute? Starring a hot bartender and Mafia boss.
Kinn is a dangerous cocky cutie. And Porsche OMG that open shirt and the CHARM of this boy like sir how dare you and your perfect face @ me like that.
Poor Big this is gonna be a life-altering injury you don't even know but cool action sequence and Kinn is cool as hell.
Yes, Porsche rescue the handsome rich guy you never met from weapon-wielding thugs it’ll open up so many new avenues for you.
Uh peeing in bottles is kinda ew but also kinda cool how he then used it as a weapon…that’s gross-out damage on top of glass breaking,
getting scammed at the pawnshop is a mood,
shitty uncles,
cute little bros,
the first rule of fight club,
and wtf never go to a second location Porsche! Not that you had much choice but this is how you get murdered,
Kidnapping the sassy boy,
fighting dirty…I mean seriously crotch shots and biting?!,
blackmail-ish lots going on here.
But now Porsche is gonna have a newfound family.
Episode 2 Aka
secondhand embarrassment galore,
Porsche stop. Be a good bodyguard please!,
bodyguards are butlers i guess?,
rich snobs,
point 1 for Kinn for that wasabi drink OMG,
Just call him William “Porsche” Tell,
fire hazard-Porsche,
getting choked by your boss,
mixing up the rich snobby kid with the help,
SO many work blunders makes we wonder why anyone thought he was a so amazing and would be a good bodyguard,
Kinns type is NOT beautiful lady assassin dumbass he's gay,
drunk on the job and in Kinns arms…this will be a thing huh,
the poor fish,
Tankhun is magnificent,
new boss is fun but Kinn is Hotand Hot for you so weigh your options and get your life straight my disaster bi boy.
Episode 3 Aka
Porsche's training montage,
Tankhun's STYLE,
Soap operas versus porn with friends - the debate,
biglittle brother Kinn takes care of Khun,
Kinns so gay Porsche how are you this dumb,
Porsches first kill,
Kinn hates seeing his future baby so upset over being a thug/murderer,
OMG they're doing the injury care thing,
Kinn you've got it bad already omg,
Kinn showing he can be fun too and brings his stlyish rich pals out,
bonding at the bar,
WTF Arm that striptease with the drink what happened???,
KP first kiss cute but kinda dubcon,
Use of music here was great though,
drunk Porsche can be soooo cute omg he blew the dirt off Kinns hand,
seconds ago! You slay me sir.
This show gets a plus over9000 for production value and wow KinnPorsche can ACT.
Episode 4 Aka
Say what you mean dumbass don’t just skirt around shit!,
kissmiss-understandings,
OMG the herbal spirits poor Kinn was so confused,
Spa day and ofc Kinn is magnetically and magically drawn to Porsche's location,
faceplant faint,
Pale lipped Porsche at DISNEYLAAAAAND,
Pete youre too cute,
Vegas meal showdown and wow that dramatic music,
No Vegas you cant have Porsche Kinn…er…Tankhun says no lol.
Auction wth are those glowy crystal ball things???,
Vegas speaking English again,
Yes Tae he's a hearthob keep telling Kinn so he gets his head out of his ass,
Also Tae that hair and outfit is smashing,
Porsche drugged by shitty bartender,
Vegas playing games at the auction,
noncon with Vegas thankgod it didnt go far,
dubcon with Kinn…but beautifully shot at least,
drugged Porsche is cute but handsy and bratty…
and listen…Kinn is trying SOOO hard and he’s SOOO tortured but he still shouldn't have done that.
Be the bigger man asshole.
Episode 5 Aka
THE AFTERMATH, Porsche you’re literally breaking my heart man you need to talk to somebody,
Kinn take responsibility and say the words!
What you did to Porsche was wrong and skirting around it wont make it go away!
shut your Korn mouth,
unfair punishment made me very uncomfortable,
Perth and Nodt how do you do it??? Be so bad when youre IRL so good,
although Big is still my love,
trauma-porsche,
the bathroom scene was so well done and edited but it broke my heart,
friendPete giving advice and getting Porsche out of his shell,
Nope your love life is now very decidedly stuck on THE ONE boys,
No more nameless bedwarmers (or alley warmers???)
dumbKinn is dumb and contradicts himself constantly,
He’s so jealous but in this cae he’s right about Vegas that fucker,
Vegas drugs and assaults Porsche and has the nerve to hide behind anonymity and be this fakesweet good guyn to him
DumbKinn is also TryingKinn thanks to his dumb heart and Petes advice,
Lol Jom and Tem ordering Kinn around and insulting him unknowingly had me dying,
and KP are kidnapped again,
That back of the truck chained fight scene was awesome!! Like the coordination and everything i had to watch it over and over and in slowmo,
Poor Big crashed and blames himself now its ok baby i love you.
Episode 6 Aka
WHEN YOURE LOST DONT WANDER OFF STAY PUT EVERYONE KNOWS THIS,
ok maybe hide a little because guys are after you but like you knew Chan etc were close so why wander a million miles away,
but yes wander off so you can have a cute romantic camping trip handcuffed to your crush thats good,
best episode by far i’m in love and will watch this on my deathbed
Their entire relationship journey redone and sped up in one episode
Start with antagonistic petty squabbles and posturing,
Becsome cute fighting and friendship/helping each other out,
Throw in some deep talks about life, childhood, fears, and dreams…ya know the big stuff,
Teaching eachother skills….well mostly Porsche teaching…and also teasing/flirting,
WTF Porsche with your damn lighter you asshole Kinn should be allowed to smack him for that one.
Random kisses and touches thrown in like theyre (mostly Kinn) trying to fight their love but just cant help it sometimes when their guard is down….like nope cant kiss him except uhoh i did it whoops lets just stop wth
Poor Apo was shivering in that waterfall guys that hug/kiss was lifesaving for body warmth,
Skull freaked Porsche out hes so cute,
Asleep inside the truck and Kinn’s content smile KILLED me thatw as the cutest everrrrr,
Also Kinn’s freaked face when he (stupidly) believed Porsche was poisoned by the fruit was SO cute and concerned,
Also Porsche is right Kinn’s smiles are fantastic and make him SO cute and handsome,
Moody serious kinn is dangerously sexy but smiling Kinn is cute and fun feeling,
Porsche is always cute. Or sexy. Or BEAUTIFUL that man’s is just gorgeous,
Ok so whyyyyyy did Kinn wait so long to take the cuffs off after the knife was introduced???!
You really gonna be like “it helped us bond”...your lives were in danger and what?
YES YES YES APOLOGIZE for THAT NIGHT! Be specific YES.
We love you but that was dubcon/noncon squicky and then you didnt talk and instead punished Porsche and played with his feelings and blamed him
(ok Porsche should never drink anything even water on the job he cant be trusted obv)
...but still dude he was traumatized and you made it worse and you took advantage and if he said he coulnt forgive you hed be in his rights.
Porsche is a brat and dramatic have i mentioned? But the scissors thing was sweet.
I guess the handcuffs and knowing how to get out of the ravine was payback for the lighter???
OMG your love is stunning Kinn…you’d let Porsche go and lie to everyone about it because you love his happiness more than even taking care of your own heart.
The actual definition of “if you lovehim let him go”,
That KISS was jawdroppingly perfect and now theyre both on the same page about their love finally but then Porsche LEAVES,
Kinn’s little tantrum after was so sad/cute I may have listened to him kicking dirt and swearing a few hundred times.
And Porsche comes to the rescue only to need saving…like who bodyguards the bodyguard???obv his love interest/person HES supposed to protect.
Sir its his job tot ake the bullets youre making Chan and Big and Porsches life difficult again.
Episode 7 Aka
obligatory mafia missions and nice action sequences
Hey its Pete from the title song!
Vegas being a buttface playing with Porsche to amuse himself and throw shit in Kinns face because he just can.
Kinn made an error letting his interest in Porsche be so obvious to Vegas…its a vulnerability to exploit and Porsche gets caught in the crossfire as an innocent casualty to their family drama peacocking bs.
But seriously WHEN did Vegas CLOCK that interest? Because it feels like he always knew….
Kinns pining and jealous ofc and he shows up at the minor fam house just to see Porsche and beg him to come back to him!,
lots of innuendo with guns and wow they’re such BOYS,
noncon again dude Vegas was gross and not smooth at all with that spill,
Pete are you team KinnPorsche already?? No because youre surprised in episode 9 when Arm brings it up….so why spy on Vegas and Porsche...did Kinn put you up to it???
someone keep porsche from drinking forever please,
jealous Kinn being even dumber than his usual dumb.
but i mean his drunk bf was shirtless in the bathroom with another guy after Pete said theyd basically been flirting,
can't blame him from being paranoid there but still dude chill,
BEAUTIFULLY shot romantic handjobs…but handjobs as an I’m sorry for not trusting you and slutshaming you nonetheless.
OKAY THIS SCENE I WATCHED SO MANY TIMES PORSCHE”S FACE IS SO GORGEOUS AND I LOVE HOW SMILEY AND CUTE KINN GETS DURING…
Like dude is really being himself and enjoying it not just physically but EMOTIONALLY,
Like you don’t see that shit when hes with boytoys that genuine.
"Episode 8 Aka
sneaking around honeymoon period,
Ah to wake up in the arms of your most beloved one in a fucking mansion skyscraper thing with automtaic blinds and room service Porsche youve finally made it.
THE BREAD AD omg Porsche
Like I hate crumbs in my bed….but that was cute and funny.
How are you so fooled Pete you're smarter than that and yet also the innuendo in Porsches line makes up for the denseness of Petes thought process…unless its an act?
Doubted.
footsie scene why are they pointing guns at the celing and the noises were hilarious
Also Kinn what do you mean whya are they stopping you slammed your hands on the table how are you not caught in the act yet youre not subtle!
smexiness proving they CAN do it all…lovemaking, bratty casual…and now FUCKING.
the CUTEST date…Porsche really researched how to date for this,
The pictures were toothrottingly weets and Porsche was so serious about getting everything right while Kinn was just relaxed and happy to be with him wow
and then it's nearly ruined by a ghostly sighting of a turd,
Thankfully beautiful lights, music and an underwater kiss saves the day.
How the hell did that guard not hear or see them getting into that pool….the splash….the echo….guard needs to be vetted better.
poor baby scaredy cat Porsche gets booted from movie night,
Only after dropkicking pol ofc.
Tawan is bad nope dont want him.
Episode 9
Aka No go away i don't like Tawan,
naughty couch scene,
at least Tankhun and Big have brains and distrust Tawan,
jealous Porsche for once also distrust him but for diff reasons methinks,
bless your heart Pete that entrance was the amazing and how can you sleep through THEM what are your dreams gonn be like?,
Ugh ofc Tawan tries to live up to the old Republican motto…accuse others of what you yourself are doing to take the heat off you.
I KNOW KINN DOESNT REALLY CHOOSE TO BELIEVE TAWAN OVER PORSCHE BUT THE TIME BETWEEN THE FRAMING AND THE REVEAL KILLS ME.
I cant watch them confront/take Porsche into custody i die if i try
I HATE these types of misunderstandings and secondhand embarrassments,
mole reveal,
KEN/Perth?! NO!
Episode 10 Aka
FU Tawan,
and Porsche please stop trusting Vegas you dummy god so lucky youre cute,
why must my babies fight? No Pete and Porsche you cant!,
Kinn just tell him the truth and to TRUST YOU! Don’t just drop your gun and let him go hes walking into a viper pit moron,
more kidnapping but this time its the babyest baby,
bare-armed Kim amd Big parkouring there way to rescue the Kittisawat bros,
dumb plan Vegas and super dumb Tawan don't you know Vegas is a dick and a player.
NO BIG NO!!!!!! BIGGGG!!!!! And like…his words show how loyal and devoted he was to Kinn boy oh boy Ken being the mole wouldve really upset him. I LOVE YOU and you WILL be avenged but apparently theres no funeral and only one like two more brief mentions of you,
asscheeks in the BTS,
Chay is big mad at his best brother and i guess i cant blame him,
mole removal including his head,
What's in the booooxxxx???!,
never trust the barbie doll even though Perth is perfect IRL
bed scene from trailer is gorgeous but also funny and gross….why are boys like that?
"Episode 11 Aka
Kinns confession was adorable,
But it puts Porsche in the principal's office,
Bodygurads aka team KP vindicated,
VegasPete getting weird and frisky,
IMO if thats your thing fine but idc it squicks me,
KimChay reveal and breakup thing
Poor Tankhun doesnt know the bomb he just dropped on that little spark of sunshines life.
Episode 12 Aka
Chaybaby takes heartbreak hard,
don't let dumb boys make you fall apart and skip out on your dreams,
though Porsche dropping Chay off was SUPER cute,
jealous Porsche couldve been handled better like ngl it was kinda awkward,
can't believe they spied on the boss wth that was too OOC,
but i'm glad they talked it out and Kinn is really growing up and being BETTER,
Korn is a lying liar who lies and also hes shit,
More VegasPete but better-ish…still stockholm,
RIP Hedgehog my new Fave Character lol,
Supportive BF Kinn and NOW malewife bread advertisement Kinn???!,
But he can't cook,
ALSO I'm sorry but ewwwwww bugs,
Sonic haired Chay going darkside so Kimm to the rescue?,
Korn being even more evil,
old man scapegoat and he was gonna just let Porsche possibly kill him???
Yeah that wouldve gone over well…like if Porsche kills the guy and one episode late finds out it was a lie and Korn used the old man to disguise his own actions???,
Proud BF Kinn wants to startover and my heart is aflutter,
shit uncle is back with a doozy of a tale and the plot thickens into real crazy soap opera type conspiracy land.
Episode 13 Aka
Abusive Kan making me feel bad for Vegas,
also vegas can cook wow,
Korn is EVIL I HATE him,
Kinn is reaaaaally growing…trying to communicate and be honest,
willing to side with porsche and learning when Porsche is holding back just by watching him and waiting for Porsche to be honest and open up to him.
Kinns sooo good now,
Porsche I know it's a tough subject but try to meet him halfway cuz he’s NOT Korn. He's your soul so trust him,
although Porsche tried to tell Kinn about his doubts once and Chan interrupted,
not Chan's FAULT but still,
try again don't drop it and hide,
Vegas lashing out at Pete after being abused…like stop misdirecting your feelings,
and FINALLY Petes missing Status is taken seriously Tankhun is the only one with brains in tis dumb family,
Yes Pete tell him off bcuz You're NOT a pet or his dman therapist,
Pete is his own savior,
Pete Tom Sawyers his funeral and scares the shit outta everyone especially Porsche,
burning money AND the FUCKEN ATM lmao,
Kinn looked SO hot in the funeral scene though omg that shirt and his pecs,
Pete protecting Vegas from the avenging BFF Porsche except Porsche is no dummy and he’ll get some retribution anyways,
Kim's got it bad now but pretty music often comes from pain,
Porsche punches Vegas but still trusts him with shit wth TRUST KINN,
KiinPorsche before the graves confessing but LOL that introduction…my boss…Porsche is a brat now and forever.
KP confessing to each other properly for the first time in a pool, THE POOL SCENE! And it was way more sweet and emotional than we thought ",
Episode 14 Aka
FU Korn I don't buy your bullshit,
Kinn is sooo conflicted but he'll side with Porsche if push came to shove i know it,
omg the soap opera-iness of this family wth,
Liar faker coward Korn can't take the consequences of his own actions stop faking it you shithead and die for real,
love the 3 brothers bonding though, and Kim comforting his big bros.
Tankhun just being soft and Kinn trying to keep it together for him with all the pressure on his shoulders and hes also sad,
so baby Kim is a good nong,
boss kinn can be kinda scary omg…lile…he just shoots dissenters in the meeting like its fucken nothing,
also WTF is Kan wearing to this rebellion????,
Chan is king…and…NOOO CHAN NO NOT AGAIN!,
Vegas speaking english always gets me,
bodyguard batallion but man they lost sight of Kinn fast and Pol got hit but hes ok.
battle husbands spinning around and groping like is a ballroom dance, love t
he FREEFALL english version playing in the fight scene,
Kinn freaked about losing Porsche more thanabout the gun in his face baby your heart is GLOWING,
Arms robots to rescue with flare and pizazz,
Erikaaaa!,
Like the Vegas Pete thing here and I AM glad he lived but he needs some seriour redeeming to actually get me to like him and them together,
Pete you're perfect ofc, I hate uncle and Korn idc who did it they both suck,
also mama are you for real right now? faking it? idk if i trust mama,
wth is going on,
soap operas again, Porsche as boss in the green suit is fine,
no longer bodyguard dating but mob boss dating,
i wanna be on that boat,
kinn makes drinks with his heart,
kim pouring his heart out in song and Chay crying,
Lovely ending but cmon history is written by the victors said by the victorious shithead Korn hes obv still a lying piece of garbage",
Sidestory Episode
Aka post camping adventure hospital scene,
Tankhun you jerk don't you see how sad youre making Porsche,
lol Pete trying to quiet him,
And Kinn wakes to the sound of Vegas creepily hitting on his boy, GO and take the flowers with you lol,
OMG Kinn is so smart scaring Porsche with ghost stories bcuz like Porsche is such a cute scaredy cat,
CUDDLES! YES. Even though Kinn is hurt he wants to hold Porsche.
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You picked up: 100's Note
[The note is old, weathered and has obviously been here for some time, waiting for somebody to read it. The parcel is equally as haggard, the wax seal long since degraded, yet you notice that it looks like its never been sealed.]
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Dear Unlucky Bastard,
If you're reading this, I'm dead, and most likely have been for some time, and you've somehow miraculously found this note and inherited my property, by what I can posthumously imagine could only be a simply marvelous string of extreme and rather ill-timed fuck-ups.
You poor sod.
I don't even want to know what it took you to get to this point, but you've well and truly fucked yourself twelve days over twice multiplied astronomically to sunday now, my friend. I dearly hope we aren't related.
Fantastic job, you disaster of a human being, you. I'm laughing at you, if you couldn't tell. Ha, Ha, Ha.
By picking up this note and getting this far through the estate, you've just unwittingly fallen into the centuries long bloodstained line of every owner of this deathtrap of a house, and have now doomed yourself to the legacy of this mansion and all it encompasses.
Don't bother praying, no divine's light shines on this place, and they've surely turned their backs on you now.
Now, I need you to listen to these next words, very, very, carefully.
Don't try to run now. You're in too deep and It doesn't like the runners. Don't end up like 98 and 72.
[A vivid splatter of something dark stains the edge of the letter, old and clearly having been there for a while, blurring the words, but they're still legible.
1: Absolutely, under no circumstances at all, not even if you hear little children crying about being lost, are you to enter the hedged central gardens. That's how 68 and 73 went.
2: Avoid the greenhouses to the south of the estate if you can help it, but take care that if you ever, for whatever reason, have to enter, to water every single plant. Don't get cut and Do Not Bleed. Things are gluttonous little buggers and water may not be enough.
3: If you hear hounds and horses in the forest to the east, do not leave the house under any circumstances. Do not answer the door, do not look out your windows, Do Not Leave The House.
[More dark spatters cover the letter, and you faintly smell iron]
4: If you hear tapping on the windows and a crooning whisper, slip a pair of nail clippers out of it and tightly latch it. You'll find them back on your sill come the morn.
5: If you ever have to go into the basement, there's an old ruddy huge bastard sword hanging on the wall in my study. Good luck.
6: If the shadows offer to dance, don't let them draw you into the dark. You won't come back the same.
7: Ms. Dufont is a she, not matter what you think she looks like, and should you ever see her on the 4th floor in the 3rd guest bedroom, you'll address her as such if you'd rather your internals stay internal. 24 learned that one the hard way. Took us all the way up till 53 to clean all his bits up off the ceiling.
8: Replace the flowers in the graveyard every other week, but take care as to what you place. They have preferences and they're bloody well picky about it. You'll find 46's book in the sun room on the first floor, use what's in it to help, she wrote it all down.
[The letters are steadily becoming more scrawled the farther down you read, hurried and less specific]
9: The thing that crawled into the attic all those years ago and damned itself to its fate along with us doesn't like to be disturbed. Don't bring any lights up there, tread lightly as a mouse and for god sakes, don't mention 87.
10: There are notes and journals hidden away and scattered about all around the estate and beyond by us lot. Use them if you're smart and leave one behind for the one after you.
11: You are never to- [These words are totally illegible, covered in a dark crimson splotch]
12: If you somehow survive the basement, then you'll find the cellars. 29's crossbow is still on the floor next to the door leading down. Mind the stains.
13: Don't disturb the spiders. You won't die, but you'll wish you did.
14: If you have to go to the third floor, do not open your eyes. Blindfold yourself if you bloody well have to, but if you want to keep them in their sockets, you'll keep them closed. No, I'm not fucking telling you what's up there, I've never seen it, but I've damn well heard it and I'm certain that the noise is going to follow me into the grave.
15: Every morning, every weapon in the armory must be inspected, cleaned, inspected again, cleaned once more, and doubly checked over. In that very specific order. Under no circumstances are any of the items in there to ever leave the room.
16: Be nice to the crows and treat the ravens as you would royalty. Bow respectfully to the ravens, bob your head to the crows and leave some snacks out every now and again.
17: Don't go fishing in the lake to the north. You'll catch something alright, but it won't be fish.
18: In my desk, in the middle drawer to the left, is my old revolver. Treat her with care and she'll treat you just as well.
19: If you ever hear violins from the music room, no, you didn't. There's nothing in there and there hasn't been for nearly centuries now.
20: If you have to leave the estate, don't try to run. All roads will always lead back, and It doesn't like the runners.
21: This place will kill you, one day, somehow, someway. It's an inevitability. Best send any relatives an advance notice for your headstone while you can and hope you aren't entombed here.
22: Buried behind the greenhouses is a locked chest. The key is in the deep cellars. Inside this chest is the list of every owner of this house. Get that book, bury the chest and left no sign that you were ever there, and hope It doesn't catch you.
That's all I can give you.
Welcome to The Estate, 101.
I wish you th
[The bottom is completely and utterly covered in dark crimson stains. It cuts off there.]
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PROPHET MUHAMMAD (PBUH)’s BIOGRAPHY : Delegation of Sons of Hilal
Among the delegations that came to Madinah in order to pay allegiance to the Messenger of God was the delegation of Sons of Hilal. The delegation consisted of two people: Abdi Awf b. Asram and Qabisa b. Mukhariq.[ Ibn Sa’d, ibid, Vol. 1, p. 309.]
When Abdi Awf came to the presence of the Prophet and became a Muslim, the Prophet asked him, “What is your name?”
He said, “Abdi Awf.”
The Prophet said, “You are Abdullah,” and changed his name.
Is it Permissible to Ask Help from People?
Qabisa b. Mukhariq, one of the delegates of Sons of Hilal, said to the Prophet, “O Messenger of God! I stood security for somebody from my tribe; now, I am in debt. Will you help me about it?”[ Ahmad Ibn Hanbal, Musnad, Vol. 3, p. 477. ]
The Messenger of God said to Qabias, “All right! Wait a bit. When zakah goods come from somewhere, I will pay your debt.” Then, he said, “O Qabisa! Know it very well that it is not appropriate to ask something from people except for the following three situations: 1) a person who becomes indebted in order to mediate between two people (or two tribes and clans), 2) a person who loses all of his property due to a disaster, 3) a person who is definitely poor by the witnessing of three sane people from his tribe. O Qabisa! It is haram to beg for the other people.”[ Muslim, Sahih, Vol. 2, p. 722. ]
Thus, this demand of Qabisa became a means for the determination of an important criterion in the social life.
In Islam, begging, asking something from somebody though one is not in need is regarded as a bad characteristic. There are several hadiths of the Messenger of God regarding the issue.
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