#stolen from Yellowstone

[frownyalfred]

“You wanna fight someone, you fight me” seemed like a silly rule at first. but after there was more than one batkid living in the Manor at the same time, suddenly the prospect of having to spar with Bruce on the mats because you couldn’t stop yourself from throwing a punch at Tim earlier is terrifying.

#stolen from Yellowstone #I think this is a great way to discourage the batkids fighting among themselves #mostly #like it still happens #but damn if getting beaten into the mats at 4 am reminds you why punching Tim won’t help you in the long run #bruce wayne #batman #dc #batfamily #batfam #thoughts

[and-claudia]

Just Wait in the Truck (Rip Wheeler x Dutton! Reader

Based on the song "Just Wait in the Truck" by HARDY

Yellowstone Taglist

Warnings: mention of abusive relationship (not with Rip), gun violence, death (let me know if I missed one)

A/n: this is my first time writing for Rip or anyone in Yellowstone. I just started season 2

Word count: 744

Rip’s PoV

I was driving through town, heading back to the ranch for the night. There was a nasty storm out and I could barely see 10 feet in front of the truck. I had just made it to the outskirts of town when something had me hitting the brakes. Someone was walking along the side of the road. I threw the truck in reverse and carefully backed up. 

It was a girl. Shit, it was Yn. I reached over and opened the passenger door for her. She looked terrified. 

“Climb in.” I said gently, trying not to scare her any more than she clearly was. 

She got in and sat silently. She had bruises appearing along her arms and her face and her nose was bleeding slightly still. Her shirt had a tear in it and blood stained it in a few spots but I couldn’t tell if it was all hers. 

“What happened?” I asked. 

“What do you think?” She said quietly, before turning to look at me, “Please don’t tell my dad. I don’t need him worrying about me.” 

I gave her a single nod before putting the truck in drive but keeping my foot on the break as I looked at her. 

“Where is he?” I asked. 

She told me his address and I started driving that way. The rain had soaked through her clothes and she was shivering, so I carefully reached behind her seat to grab the jacket I had tossed back there before handing it to her. She took it and covered herself up with it, tucking her knees to her chest trying to make herself as small as possible. 

When we pulled up to his trailer I put the truck in park before grabbing my pistol. The rain had let up a little and I opened the door and got out. 

“Wait in the truck.” I told her. 

She looked at me, the fear had returned to her eyes slightly. 

“What are you going to do?” She asked, though, I knew she knew the answer. 

I took a deep breath and sighed, “Just wait in the truck.” 

With that, I shut the door and made my way up the steps to his front door. I banged on his door. Nothing. I did it again. Nothing. So I kicked it down and walked in. He was sitting in a beat-up, old recliner with a bottle of whiskey hanging from his hand. 

“What the hell man?” He slurred his words as he yelled at me. 

“What’d you do to her?” I asked. 

I didn’t hide the fact that I had a pistol in my hand, I didn’t need to. But the moment he saw it he was reaching for his rifle. Before he even got to it, I raised my gun and shot him. His body fell with a thud. I took my phone out and got some backup to come and help me with the body so I could get Yn home. I stepped over his limp body and into his kitchen, over to his fridge. I grabbed two beers before leaving and going back to the truck. 

Reader’s PoV

I heard the gunshot from inside and flinched. It felt like years passed as I watched the door waiting to see who walked out. A breath of relief fell from my lips as I saw Rip walking out. He came around the other side and climbed back into the truck. He didn’t say anything just offered me a beer he had clearly stolen. 

“Gotta wait for help to come.” He said and I knew what he meant. 

I took the bottle from him and opened it. 

“Thank you.” I said, though it wasn’t for the beer. 

He nodded. 

Not too long later, headlights pulled up behind us. It was my brother Kayce. He got out and so did Rip. I stayed where I was. 

Rip’s PoV

“Is she okay?” Kayce asked. 

“Bruised and bloody. I didn’t load her down with questions. Give her time.” I said. 

He nodded and glanced into my truck to check on his sister, “Did she see anything?” 

I shook my head, “I told her to wait in the truck.” 

“Good. Get her home. Take care of her, Rip. We’ll handle this.” He said. 

“Yes, sir.” I tilted my hat at him before getting back into the driver’s seat of the truck. 

I looked over to Yn, “Come on, let’s get you home.” 

Rip Wheeler Taglist:

#yellowstone #rip wheeler #rip x reader #rip x dutton! reader #rip wheeler x reader #rip wheeler x dutton! reader

[annepsilvaauthor]

You Belong With Me - Jamie Dutton

Pairing: Jamie Dutton x OC (Ava North)

Summary: Ava only wanted one thing: to be a horse tamer. And when she had the chance, she took it. Ava became the new horse tamer of Yellowstone, a totally different ranch from the others she met, either because of its immensity or because of family problems. Ava thought her problems were big, but when she met the Dutton family that thought dies. However, there is a Dutton who is a point out of the curve, a lawyer mistreated by the problems and by his own family. Meeting Jamie Dutton may not have been the work of chance, after all one broken understands the other.

Warnings: Subtle sexual innuendos, brief language, alcohol consumption, angst, smut, fluffy.

Parte II

Bosses are called 'sir'

In the days that followed, Ava tried to do her best at work, but it was difficult not to notice the cowboys' looks on her. At least, she seemed to have earned their respect and they just looked at her with curiosity, perhaps thinking the same as Lloyd. She just ignored all this and tried to fit in with them, getting into their games and playing poker games.

A specific look did not seem to have changed: Lee Dutton, son and foreman of John Dutton. He was the oldest son and to whom Ava realized that John gave more confidence and love. John's look at Lee was completely different from looking at Jamie. Ava admitted that Lee was an attractive man, who knew how to govern the cowboys well and take care of the pasture, but did not look like a landowner. He loved to take care of the land but not command it.

Sometimes, when returning from the expeditions with the cattle, Lee invited her to talk about the work, but deep down she knew he wanted to know more about her. Ava wouldn't reveal anything. Since she was little she recognized the value of discretion and silence, in addition, Ava did not feel attracted to him enough to tell him about her suffering life. However, the silence did not seem to bother Lee, since he always found an opportunity to talk to her. Ava even liked these moments, after all he was an eye drop and was still one of the only cowboys in which the subject did not revolve around football or cattle.

Lee was a nice guy. So cool that she allowed him to kiss her. It happened behind the barn after she fixed the horses inside the stables. It was still day and he surprised her with a stolen kiss. To her surprise, his kiss was soft, sweet, completely different from what she expected from a cowboy. A point outside the curve. Ava enjoyed that kiss until they both lost their breath.

A throat scratch prevented Lee from saying anything about that gesture and they both turned their heads to the left, where Jamie was. Unlike the other times she had seen him, he wore slippers, wide sweatpants and a white blouse transparent enough for her to notice some chest muscles and hair. His hair was not licked with gel, it looked natural, as if he had just woken up and just ran his fingers to comb them, which she found very difficult to have happened. Jamie seemed to give a lot of importance to his appearance.

For a moment her whole body burned. He was...different, he almost looked like an ordinary person. Lee moved far enough from her with a heavy and angry sigh and looked at his brother.

"Dad wants to see you at home." Jamie announced and took a sip of his coffee in a big blue cup.

"I'll go in a little while."

"It's better to go now. You know that dad hates waiting."

Ava could feel the tension in Lee's body even from afar and was sure of his anger when he left stepping firmly on the sand floor until he disappeared from sight. As she did not want to be among the affairs of the family, Ava recomposed herself and began to walk away from there, but his voice appeared again.

"Who are you?"

"Ava."

"How long have you been working here, Ava?"

"A month." She tried to respond as politely as possible, but his incisive tone was making her angry.

"I think you had enough time to know that the bosses are called 'sr'."

"Yes, I had."

"So why do you talk to me as if I were one of you?" Jamie asked about that nonsense and drank another sip of the coffee. Ava wanted to punch that cup and break his nose.

"I didn't know you were my boss."

He laughed without humor and approached her. "That doesn't surprise me at all. If you really knew who your bosses are, you wouldn't go out kissing anyone."

It was her turn to laugh in derision. "I'm confused...sir...are you complaining that I kissed that boss and not 'this' boss?"

Jamie choked on the coffee, spitting out the liquid and dirtying the clear shirt. Well, she found the weak point of that well of arrogance. Ava observed that his expression became bitter, even a little painful and she was intrigued by that.

"Do you want some help, sir?" Ava asked with false education and Jamie denied it with a gesture, then leaving. "Idiot."

#yellowstone bunkhouse #yellowstone jamie #yellowstone tv #yellowstone fic #jamie dutton x oc #jamie dutton #kayce dutton #monica bellucci #monica long #beth dutton #rip wheeler #john dutton #dutton family #romance #smut #you belong with me #ybwm

[londonharrington]

peace | steve harrington x fem!reader

Steve tells Y/N his dreams for the two of them but she isn’t sure if she’s the right person for the job; she is.

notes: st4 volume 2 spoilers

i’d give you my sunshine, give you my best, but the rain is always gonna come if you’re standing with me

“You know, I’ve always dreamed of this.”

The adults (Y/N, Steve, Robin, Nancy, and Eddie) and the kids (Dustin, Lucas, Max, and Erica) were on the way to commence their plans that they made in other to try and hopefully kill Vecna. They were currently inside the van that they stole from Eddie’s neighbors. Steve in the driver’s seat as Y/N sat on the passenger’s seat and the rest of them in the back.

“You’ve always dreamt of driving a stolen van in order to kill a monster from the upside down?” Y/N asked, laughing.

“No. I mean driving a van like this,” he said while grabbing one of her hands and kissing the knuckles. “Yeah, it's silly, but I've actually, I always had this dream that I'd have this really big family.  I'm talking, like, uh, a full brood of Harringtons. Like, five, six kids.” he continued.

“You want six kids?”

“Yeah. Six little nuggets. Three girls, three boys. And every summer, I figured all of us Harringtons, we would pack into something like this  and… just see the country. You know, the Rockies, Grand Canyon, maybe Yellowstone. End up in some beachside town in California. Spend a week parked in the sand.  Learn how to surf or something.”

“That sounds really nice, Steve. Except for the six kids part. You trying to build a basketball team of something?” she laughed.

“I mean, we had some practice, didn’t we?”

With this, Y/N just smiled at him but kept silent. She knew why he was telling her this. She was part of this dream of his. But Y/N cannot help but feel out of place with this dream. Sure, she would love to be part his dream for the two of them in the future. But she cannot help but feel a little insecure about all of this.

Her thoughts were suddenly pulled away from her as they stopped in front of the Creel house.

Y/N cannot help but pray to whatever god is out there to help them succeed in whatever plan they have.

♡ ♡ ♡  

Y/N, Steve, Robin, and Nancy were on their way back toward where came form, after being strangled by one of Vecna’s tentacle things for god knows how long. After being let go by said tentacles, Y/N cannot help but hug Steve as he soothed her back, whispering sweet nothings to her ear.

The four of them suddenly heard Dustin shout for help as they saw Eddie on his lap, trying to fight for his life. Steve suddenly let Y/N go as he helped Dustin carry Eddie back to their Hawkins.

When they got to Hawkins, Y/N and Nancy immediate started to contact the people they knew who worked for the government (with the years they’ve spent in dealing with the supernatural things in Hawkins, obviously they have contacts in the government).

“Hey, they said they’ll clear Eddie’s charges and they’ll compensate him for his troubles,” Nancy said. Y/N sighed in relief as she sat down on one of those uncomfortable plastic chairs.

“You make him really happy, you know?” Nancy suddenly said.

“Huh? What are you on about?”

“Steve. You make him really happy.”

“You’re just saying that, Nancy.”

“It’s true! I’ve never seen him that happy! And he really loves you, like crazy. You know last night, when you were left to babysit the kids when we went to the upside down? The one where we got stuck? Steve kept muttering how much he wishes you were there so you can make the mood better! Eddie had to hit him in the head just for him to stop,” Nancy said laughing. She suddenly stopped as she quickly muttered a goodbye to Y/N as she left.

Y/N was confused until she saw Steve walking towards her.

“Hey, can we talk?”

“Yeah, of course. What do you want to talk about?”

“I think I scared you when I told you my dream. Listen, we do not have to do any of that. I just want to be with you until the end of time. With or without kids,” Steve rambled as he grabbed her hands into his.

“Steve. I would love nothing more than to fulfill that dream of yours, because frankly that’s also my dream,”

“But?”

“What if I’m not good enough for your dream? Like what if we do get married and have children, but in the middle of it, you find somebody much better than me?”

“What are you talking about? Of course I’m not leaving you, Y/N.”

“You’re just saying that now, Steve. I’m not perfect like the other girls. Who knows what you’ll feel in five or ten years,” Y/N just rambled, trying to avoid his eyes.

“Listen. Y/N, I know you’re not perfect. Heck, nobody is. But you are perfect for me. And that is enough for me to know that I’ll be yours forever and ever,” Steve smiled as he placed his forehead onto hers, rubbing their noses with one another.

“Promise?”

“I promise, with all my heart.”

“Can we name one of our children after my mom?”

“As long as we get to name one of our children after Dustin,” Steve replied, kissing her forehead again.

“Huh, why?”

Steve went on a story that happened even before they got together. Y/N felt reassured that Steve will be there for her, no matter what.

Nothing and no one will stop them from loving each other. Not now, not ever.

♡ ♡ ♡  

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#steve harrington #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x fem!reader #stranger things imagine #st4 imagine

[fatehbaz]

So 26 February 2023, Grist re-publishes a piece originally from InvestigateWest, after InvestigateWest got their hands on some sensitive emails/documents revealing that the EPA rather than fairly supervising mining companies “they’re supposed to regulate” has instead assisted the companies “by attacking researchers and smearing peer-reviewed science.” (Surprising nobody; Montana is a resource extraction colony.) The piece is titled “Newly revealed records show how the EPA sided with polluters in a small Montana mining town.”

So I’m like “oh, is this gonna be about the natural gas boom near Sidney on the North Dakota border right alongside the Bakken oil fields, an operation so big and extensive that it artificially lights up the night sky over the open prairies of the northern Great Plains in a way that, from a satellite view, makes the least densely populated and remote corner of the contiguous United States glow brightly as if it were a massive city or as if the entire region were on fire? Or is this gonna be about coal mining in the remote southeastern corner of the state in the badlands and shortgrass prairie near Crow and Cheyenne reservations, where coal companies in the Yellowstone River watershed traditionally have extracted millions from near the Powder River and Black Hills?”

But nope, it’s about Butte.

“Small Montana mining town.”

This city is still among top 5 or top 10 most culturally and economically significant cities in the state. “Significant city” would be more apt than “small town.” But beyond that.

This is the place known as “Butte, America.”

Butte was the epicenter, the home base, the foundation of the Gilded Age copper boom that electrified the world and lit the streetlights and parlors of turn-of-the-century London and New York.

All that copper wiring, that’s from Butte, or from the industries that Butte’s barons established. This was the city where mining magnates ran the Anaconda Copper Mining Company which spear-headerd the pillaging of Latin America (referenced in the “open veins of Latin America”). Anaconda established the century-long tradition of Canadian and US mining companies destroying lives and landscapes in the Andes.

By 1899, Butte was one of the most significant US cities between the Mississippi River and the Sierra Nevada. This was the home of the Copper Kings.

The Anaconda company, in 1919, completed construction on a smelter smokestack 585 feet high, which remains the tallest surviving brick structure on the planet.

The wealth of Butte in the Edwardian era is unfathomable. They had a rollercoaster. In a single year, merely just those local mines along the edge of the city could produce $23 million ($700 million today). And that doesn’t include all of the wealth stolen from Latin America or other mines in the western US.

Montana was a state that pioneered the “corporations are people” stuff. Its very statehood itself, the christening of Montana, was a gift to the Copper Kings. Every important state office was practically purchased, owned by those mining barons.

This is also why Montana was the site of some of the earliest and most important labor struggles. Because the entire state of Montana was functionally a copper mining company town. Among notable events: the 1914 Butte labor riots, the 1917 brutal assassination of Frank Little, and the 1920 “Anaconda Road Massacre” in which company guards shot and killed 17 fleeing people.

This is why, depending on who you ask, Butte is either A Company Town or A Union Town.

Butte claims to be the home of the “largest population of Irish-Americans per capita of any US city.” This may or may not be true, but this Irish influence evident in the local popularity of pasties. In the Edwardian era, Butte was also the site of an important Chinatown neighborhood and a large Chinese community.

Locally, Butte is famous/infamous for being the site of the Berkeley Pit. Or “The Pit.” The remaining scar of an open-pit copper mine. It’s one mile long, half-mile wide, almost 2,000 feet deep, filled with 900 feet of acidic water laden with cadmium, sulfuric acid, and arsenic.

Just sitting there. In the city.

“Oh, well, of course, back in the Gilded Age, in the 1890s, US businesses got a little out of control, and boom-town communities weren’t really thinking long-term, and they also didn’t know all The Science, so they allowed for the creation of, like, giant toxic death-pits in their residential areas,”

Nope. They built that open-pit mine in 1955 and operated it until 1982.

Anyway, that’s kind of what the 2023 investigative report is about. There is a newer mine (copper and molybdenum) currently open and operating in the city, right next to The Pit.

And the current mine is owned by the richest man in the state of Montana, Dennis Washington. And the EPA is like, “Don’t worry. The mine in the city is fine, it’s all good.” Because that’s what US government land management agencies do: File due diligence paperwork for land-owners while others get poisoned.

The largest open pit copper mine (by extracted volume) on the planet, and the second-deepest open-pit mine of any kind on the planet, is at Chuquicamata in the Atacama region of Chile. This mine was the property of the Anaconda company.

The towering smokestack. The Pit on the edge of town. The gaping wound at Chuquicamata. The legacy of the Copper Kings lives on with the continued theft and poisoning of those in both Montana and the Andes.

#landscape #mining #imperial

[fogwitchoftheevermore]

hand me the riven bros. i am scratching at your door and wailing and staring at you with the wettest cat eyes

Hmmm I wonder who could be asking me about the Riven bros. I wonder

Xornoth Riven was a pitcher for the Yellowstone Magic and Scott Riven was a pitcher for the Seattle Garages. Xornoth spends his time off the field visiting graves, avoiding his brother, and avoiding the press even more aggressively. Scott spends his time off the field micromanaging, being gay, and also avoiding his brother.

Xornoth and Scott were both players from season 1 and have had a terrible rivalry when it comes to everything since they were kids, only exacerbated by their parents. Xornoth was the best pitcher in the league when they first joined up, which made Scott extremely jealous, and then Xornoth got killed because of it and Scott won the Max Out Pitcher blessing, making him the best pitcher in the league.

Xornoth was resurrected going into season 7 and had to deal with the debt that makes you kill people. One of the people he killed was Pearl. So needless to say, he and Scott's relationship was extremely strained during this time, and this was only exacerbated by Scott being Shelled on and off. Scott is stolen by the Shelled One to pitch for the PODS and Xornoth is stolen by the Monitor to pitch for the Hall Stars, and it's a whole thing that results in the two of them being Released at the end of season 10.

Xornoth and Scott have a very strained relationship for the time they're playing Blaseball, to say the least. What happens to players after being Released varies from person to person, but wherever they are, they probably get to be like, normal siblings after a bit.

Xornoth's Assigned Garages Song: hurt people

Scott's Assigned Garages Song: pathetic/spineless

#mcyt blaseball au #empires smp #xornoth #scott smajor

[spicysix]

「eddie munson X gn!reader • roadtrip!AU」

3k words | prev | next | masterlist | ao3 warnings: reader is not the nicest in this one. keep in mind that this is from her point of view, even if in second person, so. unreliable narrator. also, some heavy making out and the rating has gone up to Mature so beware ;) songs of the chapter: play the game - queen • here comes the rain again - eurythmics • love walks in - van halen

Tuesday, July 29

Eddie’s wristwatch incessant beeping woke up early with Eddie again tucked against your side. The view warmed your heart until you remembered how you went to sleep the night before, and suddenly you were overcome with disappointment and a tinge of irritation. You resisted the urge to slap or punch him awake. Instead, going completely against what you had done the day before, you got up first, waking him up in the process.

“Rise and shine, Eddie,” you said, trying to mask the bite of your words as you left the tent.

You retreated the snacks you had left from where they were carefully stored and when you went back to the camp area, Eddie was already outside and changed. You put everything in the front seats of the van, knowing you’d be leaving soon enough, before getting your own clothes and changing inside the tent for the last time.

Eddie turned on the stereo in the van and one of his loud bands acted as the soundtrack as the two of you worked silently on taking down the camp and dismantling the tent. You had a little bit of a hard time fitting it back into its box, but with some struggle you were able to do it.

After you’d put the mattress and everything else in the back of the van, Eddie stretched out as he released a long groan. It took everything in you to not stare at his happy trail as the shirt he was wearing lifted. You weren’t to be bemused by a sight of skin, you were angry at him!

You finished getting all the little trinkets and went to finally sit inside the van, waiting for him so you could leave. It didn’t take him long, but by the time he sat behind the wheel, you were already buried in the book you had started reading the day before. You could feel your skin burning as he started the van without taking his eyes off of you.

“Okay?” he asked after he was settled, the van started and another one of his tapes on the stereo.

“Yup,” you answered only.

He looked at you for a minute longer before letting out a sigh and backing out of the camping spot. You kept you eyes on the book, even if Eddie’s presence made it almost impossible for you to actually internalize anything you were pretending to read. And you tried to keep your posture as unsuspicious as ever. It wasn’t Eddie’s fault that you had kissed him, created expectations, and were mad at him for not reaching them.

But, also, it kind of was his fault, and you were mad at him.

You didn’t want to make that obvious though, so you kept your eyes on the book, even if you weren’t reading it at all, and ignored the metal music, his tense demeanor and the glances he would throw at you every now and then.

It took him over an hour, and you were past the border to Montana, past West Yellowstone (you had let the book down to look over to Hebgen Lake as you drove by it) when he sighed again, louder this time. He turned down the music and gestured vaguely around himself and to the map that was open on the bench between you two.

“Can you…” he asked, unsure. You looked at him with the most bored look you could convene, and his ears were red and he was clearly uncomfortable.

Good, you thought. And only regretted it a little.

“Yes?” you asked, if only to see him squirm a bit more.

“The map?” he asked again, still uncertain and you almost laughed.

“Sure,” you answered before slowly bookmarking the page you were in. You packed the book inside your purse, as if the it was actually yours and not something you had stolen from the floor of Eddie’s van.

Only then you picked up the map and analyzed it attentively. You’ve been Eddie’s navigator so far, and you’ve been doing a good job as far as you could tell. It wasn’t absurd for him to ask you to keep doing it, especially when you had no actual destination. You sighed and directed him up North once again, maybe you could go back to I-90.

You were mad at him, but you weren’t trying to get lost in a foreign state.

He seemed to catch up on your mental plan and once you reached I-90 again he didn’t ask for more instructions. You folded the map carefully to expose the stretch of the road that you were in, and left it on the bench beside him again so he could check it if he needed to.

Then you picked the book back, plus some paper and a pen you conveniently had, so you could write the letters to your friends that you had thought about the day before. You started writing, using the book as a sort of board, and after a few seconds Eddie cleared his throat.

“I’m sorry, you mind?” you asked about using the book as a board, and he glanced your way, inclining his body a bit to see what you were doing.

“Uh, no. You writing to Steve?” there was something sour in the way he said your friend’s name.

You blinked. Twice.

He couldn’t be seriously jealous.

“Yeah, him too. Wanna update them all, you know?” you asked, not a tinge of sarcasm in your voice because you didn’t want him to misinterpret anything.

Steve wasn’t the one you kissed under the starry night sky, but Eddie didn’t seem to remember that.

He cleared his throat and blushed again. “Makes sense, sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry for,” you affirmed, just a little white lie, and went back to your letter.

Eddie adjusted the music’s volume up again before reconsidering and changing the tape entirely. He picked one of yours to put on this time, and sang along to Freddie Mercury. You tried your very best to hide your smile. You were still mad!

You wrote about all of your adventures since the postcard and small letter you had sent back in Sioux Falls. A lot had happened since then. You had sent some small instructions about your trailer, but you asked some more favors to Steve this time. In the letter you sent to Robin you also talked about the kiss with Eddie, and about wanting to kiss him more, and about him not kissing you again. You knew Steve would probably end up knowing all of it as well because he and Robin shared a brain (and you didn’t mind that he knew, he was also your friend), but it still felt somehow like a secret gossip between you girls to address it only to Robin. You also sent one to be read to Max, and you knew that one would also be shared with El and Lucas at least.

After a couple of hours, Eddie stopped in Missoula, Montana. You had brunch in a small restaurant, a silence between you bordering on unbearably uncomfortable, before heading to the post office. You dropped your letters plus the trinkets you had bought to your friends. Eddie had wrote letters of his own during the meal, one for Wayne and one for Dustin, with a extra paragraph addressed to the rest of the boys.

You bought some more snacks for the rest of the trip and went back to the roads of the city, searching for a motel. After three days camping out in the wild, an actual bed and bathrooms would make miracles for your sore muscles and bones. It didn’t take long to find one that appeased you both, and Eddie parked and left the van in a hurry.

“You’ll get the bags, can you? I’ll get the room,” he exclaimed, threw you the van keys and didn’t wait for your answer before heading inside the motel.

Weirdo.

You cleaned the van a bit, threw some trash at a nearby bin and organized your stuff in the back a little better, since you had basically just tossed them in before leaving the camp that morning. Only then you picked your purse and your duffel and one of Eddie’s bags right as he showed up at the parking lot again. He picked his other bag and considered for a minute before picking up his guitar case as well.

That made you throw him a questioning look, since he had kept the guitar inside the van every night, not even bothering it a look. He didn’t indulge you, though, just closed the van and went inside the motel as you followed him in this time. It was nicer than the other one you had stayed in at Sioux, and your were hoping for a bath.

As you walked inside your bedroom after Eddie, there was no other place to look at beside the bed.

The one bed.

“Oh,” you murmured, and Eddie looked at you, saw what you were looking at, and scraped his neck after putting his baggage down on the floor.

“I thought it would be okay, since we’ve been sharing. It’s cheaper,” he said.

You swallowed and put your stuff down as well, near the door, before closing it behind you.

“No, it is okay.” It wasn’t. You deflected your nervousness with an attempt at a joke. “Why bother with the price, though? Already spent all that government money? I thought you received the biggest amount between all of us.”

Because your trailer got destroyed, and you almost died and all that. No biggie.

“I, uh. Left almost all of it to Wayne, actually,” he answered and you felt your cheeks burning in embarrassment. “I think I already spent half of what I saved already with this trip.”

“Oh, of course! Sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry for,” he retorted, probably a little white lie of his own, before smiling sweetly at you. That goddamn smile that you felt like could break through all the walls you were trying to build.

You wanted to kiss him again.

God, why wouldn’t he kiss you again?

“I’ll have a bath,” you said, picking up your bag again in a jolt and heading to the bathroom.

“Wait,” he called your name and you heard him walking towards you. “Is everything okay? I feel like you’re mad at me.”

And you thought you had hidden it well.

“I…” you tried to say, but as you turned to look at him the words escaped you. His eyes were attentive, and so focused on you. You were afraid you couldn’t lie under all that pressure. You just gulped.

“Why are you mad?” he asked again, seeing right through you, and your eyes briefly deviated from him to the bed. He looked behind himself to stare at it as well, before going back to look at you. “I can go ask for another bedroom-”

“No, that’s not it,” you interrupted, and reached up to almost touch him, dropping your bag again with the movement.

“What is it, then?” he practically pleaded, and you shut your eyes for an instant.

You didn’t want to say it. You knew how ridiculous it would sound, how ridiculous it would paint you. Clingy, desperate, pathetically attached.

“Was it… the kiss?” he tried again.

“No!” you answered immediately, opening your eyes again.

Well, no turning back now. Pathetic enough.

He searched through your face as you pressed your lips together into a tight line, feeling the fluster of shame taking over your body. His big brown eyes examined you thoroughly and he stepped closer.

“Was it… that I didn’t kiss you again?” there was something akin to pity in his semblance, and you closed your eyes once more before you nodded, not wanting to see his reaction.

You felt your hands shake so you clenched them tight, and you wanted to turn away and run back to I-90 and find a new road to follow alone in your ridiculousness. There was a ringing in your ear and your eyes started to burn and all of it only added to how ludicrous you were feeling. Your gut was screaming in acid pain, and your mouth ran dry, and you never thought you’d have such a visceral reaction to this. To him.

But his hand reached for yours, and it was like a bolt of electricity.

Your snapped open and he was close. As close as that night in the tent, under the starry night sky. The air got caught in your lungs.

“I wanted to,” he whispered, and his hot breath tingled your skin.

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Afraid I’d ruin this. We still have more road ahead of us, we don’t even know where we’re going. I still want you by my side. Don’t wanna complicate it,” he answered earnestly, and you took a deep breath and closed your eyes again. His sincerity eased the bitterness in your stomach.

“We can keep it simple,” you said before you could regret it. You wanted to kiss him again. So bad. “If you still want to.”

“I still want to.”

He didn’t wait for you to open your eyes or answer him again before closing in the distance and kissing you once more. It felt just as amazing as it did the first time. His left hand was still holding your right one, and his right one circled your waist and pulled you closer to him. You crossed your arm behind his neck, wished you could melt into his chest, sighed against his lips.

The arm of his that was around you retreated just enough for him to hold you more strongly against his chest, his hand splayed against your lower back, his fingers tentatively escaping under your shirt. You whimpered and he swallowed your noises with mastery, taking advantage of the moment to slip his tongue inside your mouth and push you back until you were pressed between him and a wall, cloistered in the most delicious of barriers.

There was a layer of sweat already building over your skin, the July heat and the warmth coming from Eddie making you impossibly bothered. You let go of his hand and buried your fingers into his waves, closed your fist around his hair and pulled. He moaned and you decided that it was your favorite sound in the world. He directed his free hand to the piece of skin that was neither your side nor your tummy, just that space in between, and drove it under your shirt just the same as his other hand on your back. Your skin was burning up, so much that his fingers felt almost cold as they touched you and you whimpered again. His tongue was fierce against yours, delicious, enticing, steering you on with every movement.

His hand on your back traveled down, down, down… It reached your ass and squeezed before pulling you against him again, and you could feel his hardness against your front.

“Eddie…” You pulled away from him and he lowered his head to lick your neck. “Oh, god,” you whined, “Eddie!” you yanked his hair again and he finally pulled away.

His eyes were dark with lust, almost all black and almost no brown, and it tingled something inside your stomach. You took a deep breath and he licked his lips.

“Let’s calm down a bit, maybe?” you asked, and he closed his eyes and his nostrils flared as he took his own deep breath.

“Yeah, keep it simple,” he answered.

For now, you hoped. We can complicate it later.

He let go of your ass and took a small step back. “Go have your bath.” He smirked at you and you would melt into a puddle if it was possible.

You couldn’t hold yourself and gave him another kiss, just a chaste peck, before you withdrew from him completely. You picked your bag from where it had been forgotten on the ground and headed to the bathroom. You risked a look back at him before closing the door. He was pulling the collar of his shirt down and you could see how red he was from his cheeks to his collarbone, and you wanted to discover how far the crimson would go further south.

Maybe you’d have a cold shower instead of a bath.

── ⇌ • ○ • ⇋ ──

You took a nap after your cold shower, and dreamed vaguely of the naughty smirk Eddie had thrown your way when you walked by each other as you left the bathroom and he headed into it. The linen on the bed smelled fresh and delicious, soft against your skin, and you felt like you could become one with the mattress.

You dazed in that numb cloudy space for a while before being woken by the smell of the shampoo Eddie used, and the feeling of his calloused finger tracing your cheek. You smiled and buried your face on the pillow.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty,” he tickled your ear and laughed when you groaned in response.

You looked up at him. His hair was wet from his shower, damping his shirt. He looked clean and raw and unbothered and you wanted to keep that smile on his face no matter the cost.

Yeah, you were down bad.

“M’tired,” you grunted, and his finger went back to caressing your cheek in slow circles.

“Good thing we have nowhere to go,” he said. “We can just stay in, order food, watch Golden Girls on TV. Waste away the day.”

“Hmm, sounds like a plan,” you said and didn’t think much before scooting closer to him, lacing his waist with your arm, nosing his side and smelling the soap on his skin, humming in contentment.

He chuckled, “Okay, I’ll let you sleep again,” he said and not much longer after that you felt yourself going back under that haze, and his smile was again the sight of your dreams.

end notes: ended it fluffy as a treat! next chapter will pick up from where this one left

taglist (is open!): @amira0303 @rupsmorge @wyverntatty

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fluff #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fic #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #lui writes #ifligh

[explorerrowan]

Okay, so Tolkien conspiracy time.

I know the Arkenstone isn't a Silmaril. I know it. But it was literally the heart of the Lonely Mountain, one of the few treasures in Smaug's hoard that wasn't plundered from Moria or other dwarven holdings in Rhovanion. It was actually from the Lonely Mountain. And the Lonely Mountain is, almost by definition, all by itself. It's not on any kind of fault line or anything. Which makes me think that it's a hotspot in the planet's crust, like Yellowstone or Hawai'i, a place where the convective forces of the Earth's mantle basically vent heat. And at the end of the War of Wrath, Maedhros jumped into a volcanic pit with his Silmaril rather than let anyone else have it. Could underground currents of magma during the Second Age have forced Maedhros's Silmaril back to the surface in the form of the Arkenstone at the heart of the Lonely Mountain, where it was found in the Third Age by the dwarves?

The Silmarils were enchanted so that they could not be held by unclean hands. That's why Maedhros threw himself into the fiery pit, because the stone literally burned his hands for his greed, and if he couldn't hold it, then no one could. And the Arkenstone abandoned King Thror and refused to let itself be found when he hid in his treasury out of greed and cowardice instead of fighting off Smaug with his people. It was later stolen by Bilbo, of course, but Bilbo was only using it as a bargaining chip to get Thorin to not be a dick to the men of Dale. And then Thorin died in the Battle of Five Armies, and they buried him with the stone, so it's not like anyone else had the opportunity to get greedy over it.

Feanor's descendants would be so mad if that were the case, which is probably why I like this idea.

#tolkien #the lord of the rings #lotr #silmarillion #the silmarils #fuck feanor

[redheadgleek]

Books read July-September

July The Grace of Wild Things by Heather Fawcett. A completely enchanting Anne of Green Gables retelling. Utterly delightful and unique. Book Lovers by Emily Henry. My first book that I’ve read of hers and it set high standards for the rest of them. I loved the characters, I loved the romance, and it just made me feel all the feelings. The Girl Who Fell Beneath the Sea by Axie Oh (audio). A retelling of a Korean fairytale that I knew nothing about. I loved the voice actor (she sounded a lot like Christina Chong from Strange New Worlds). Under the Whispering Door by T.J. Klune (audio). Drove to Yellowstone and back and this was one of my listens. I think it was even better as an audiobook – the voices were great. Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow by Gabrielle Zevin. I loved this book and I didn’t think I would, but it was written for my generation and dealt a lot with college and nostalgia and evolving friendships. A House with Good Bones by T. Kingfisher. I don’t like her horror as much as I like her fairy tales and fantasy. A Taste of Gold and Iron by Alexandra Rowland. A m/m romance set in a fictional Islamic-like world. The world building was fantastic, the magic building was disappointing, and the romance was sweet, if slow-building. The Celebrants by Steven Rowley. I almost gave up on this entirely after the first chapter, because it felt pretentious and dull and “look how adult we are because we are talking about using drugs”, but I kept reading because I liked the premise and by about half way through, I realized that i really liked the story and most of the characters. College nostalgia seems to be my thing right now, and this really captured that friendship – they just all needed less reliance on substances when having conversations. It made me want to do something similar with my friends.

August: Strange Planet by Nathan Pye. I really like his comics so this was a fun quick read from the library. In the Lives of Puppets by TJ Klune (audio). The book on the drive back from Yellowstone. I didn’t really like the voice actor, which is surprising because I loved his voices in The House in the Cerulean Sea. The rhythm of his voice was off-putting. Thunderhead by Neal Shusterman. Second book of the Arc of the Scythe series. A very solid second book. Nottingham: The True Story of Robyn Hood by Anna Burke. A gender swapped Robin Hood story – fast read and fun. The Emperor’s Soul by Brandon Sanderson. Friend recommendation. My first Brandon Sanderson read. This was a well developed little novella and an ending that surprised me and yet fit quite well. The Color of Money: Black Banks and the Racial Wealth Gap by Mehrsa Baradaran (audio). Truly depressing but important look at how systemic racism and blatant racism lead to the wealth gap. Anxious People by Fredrik Backman. Lovely book, with interwoven characters, and plenty of gray humor. The Moon by Night by Madeleine L’Engle. I had a hankering to reread this after my failed to launch summer romances. Definitely felt the age of this book (written in the 1960s) and the pacing is much different than I remembered, but still some sweet parts. Light from Uncommon Stars by Ryka Aoki. I don’t even know how to describe this book. Space opera meets Faust? Foster by Claire Keegan. So much atmosphere packed in this short story. Beach Read by Emily Henry. Not quite as good as Book Lovers, but a close second. They just never read on a beach… Carry: A Memoir of Survival on Stolen Land by Toni Jensen. Book club. This was unexpectedly powerful and the theme of gun violence through was subtle but important. People We Meet on Vacation by Emily Henry. This was definitely a “you are my story had I had done what I could not do” for me so it probably hit me a little differently than others. It worked well as a When Harry Meets Sally rewrite. Thornhedge by T. Kingfisher. A short Sleeping Beauty retelling of a sort. I adored Toadling. Meet the Austins by Madeleine L’Engle. Went back to read book 1 since I felt like I had missed things with the Moon at Night. I don’t know if I’ll read the whole series again. Small Things Like These by Claire Keegan. I keep expecting really terrible things to happen to her characters so I’m on edge when reading, but it’s never as bad as I fear.

September: Happy Place by Emily Henry. I was quite in my unhappy place by the end of this book and could grumble about it for hours. The Toll by Neal Shusterman. I can understand why there was some disappointment with the ending of the trilogy but I thought it was quite fitting and I loved the last chapter. Dinners with Ruth: A Memoir on the Power of Friendships by Nina Totenberg. Made me really miss Ruth Bater Ginsberg, but I also liked the focus on how friendships enrich adults lives (I’m liking this theme of friendship much better than the problems with mothers of the first half of the year). A Deadly Education, The Last Graduate, and The Golden Enclaves by Naomi Novik. Friend recommendation. I found the 1st person narrative to be claustrophobic as it was all stream of consciousness and the world-building a little too pretentious, but the story was still enjoyable. Mortal Follies by Alexis Hall. His books are always hit or miss for me and this one fell into more of the miss bucket – the mystery solved itself halfway through, the next quarter was my least favorite romance trope, and then it was off for another mystery.

Currently reading: Firekeeper’s Daughter (tried this one on audio and it was too much teenager angst, so reading it instead, Braiding Sweetgrass (audio), The Romance Rx (I’m so determined to find a good doctors in training story. I’m a quarter of the way through and can tell you that this won’t be it).

Friend recommendations still to go: The School for Good Mothers by Jessamine Chan, Kaikeyi by Vaishnavi Patel, Sweet Like Jasmine by Bonnie Gray, Remarkably Bright Creatures by Shelby Van Pelt.

#reading #books #books 2023

[bedtimestoriesforbrokengirls]

The Daily Dad

Things you might want to know, for Jun 24, 2023:

Love Island’s Jessie hospitalized after spiked drink — It was a shitty end to their trip, but I’m happy to see that Jessie and Farmer Will are still together and visiting the US. She had a rough run of things on Love Island Australia, and everyone seemed to dislike her on Love Island UK, but I’m fond of her… hope she’s okay.

Millions of perfectly fine HDDs are shredded each year because of 'zero risk' security policies. Spoiler alert: There's still a risk of stolen data from just a 3mm scrap — Yes, it is unfortunate that working hard drives full of recyclable parts are being destroyed and tossed in landfills. Yes, it would be great if we could find a better way. But the thrust of this article —don’t bother shredding drives because a super-sophisticated, targeted restoration of minute bits of data from shredded drives is possible— is just clickbait wankery.

Restaurant's mistreatment of workers included bringing in "priest" to hear their "workplace sins" — Wow.

Camera review site DPReview finds a buyer, avoids shutdown by Amazon — I’m not a Camera Guy, so I wasn’t particularly sad about the once-imminent demise of DPReview, but I’m glad the shutdown has been averted. The web has a nasty habit of erasing it’s own history, and there is a lot of info on that site that should be preserved.

200+ things that Fox News has labeled “woke”

Kickstarter >> THE MARVEL ART OF DAVID MACK AND ALEX MALEEV—2 DELUXE BOOKS by Clover Press Art — The list of 21st century comics artists I truly love is short: Frank Quitely, Pia Guerra, Sean Phillips, John Cassaday, Michael Gaydos, David Mack, and Alex Maleev. That’s about it.

Alleged Stalker Sets Twitch Streamer Justfoxxi's Car on Fire — Yikes.

Masnick's Impossibility Theorem: Content Moderation At Scale Is Impossible To Do Well — A bit of truth that should be borne in mind… the sheer size of the online population has now reached a point where it’s virtually impossible to ever do the right thing at scale.

Amazon named its “labyrinthine” Prime cancellation process after Homer’s Iliad — This is exactly the sort of thing that requires government-powered consumer protections… “dark pattern” UIs aren’t accidents, and should be punished aggressively.

Taylor Sheridan Does Whatever He Wants: "I Will Tell My Stories My Way" — As much as I love Hell or High Water —just watched it again a few weeks ago, still amazing— Sheridan’s Yellowstone is a sloppy mess of a show that doesn’t give two fanciful fucks about character development or even common sense. But I firmly back his desire to make his show the way he wants it made.

Star Trek has never known exactly what Klingons look like, until now (maybe) — Klingons look like Worf. The end.

Evolution Keeps Making Crabs, And Nobody Knows Why

Jack Kirby’s family sets the record straight after “informercial” Stan Lee documentary — I’m sympathetic to complaints from the Kirby family… yes, Jack defined the look and storytelling conventions of modern comics, and anyone talking about Stan’s Marvel work should always talk about Kirby and Ditko as well. But say what you will about his hucksterism and fame-whoring, Stan Lee wrote some things in all those captions and thought balloons that mattered, that people still remember sixty years later.

After porn-y protest, Reddit ousted mods; replacing them isn’t simple — That site is a cesspit and always has been. If Kevin Rose hadn’t fucked up Digg, we wouldn’t even be talking about Reddit today.

Tony Stark and Emma Frost are getting married in September — This… makes a weird sort of sense.

50 Years Ago, the Woman Who Would Usher in the True-Crime Boom Befriended Her Co-Worker. His Name Was Ted Bundy. — I’ve never read any of Anne Rule’s books, but her impact on the genre is unquestionable.

Psychologist warns of the major red flags if you enjoy true crime documentaries — Meanwhile… 🙄.

On Scanning QR Codes With Your iPhone — There’s a dedicated QR code scanner built in to iOS, and I had no idea.

#news

[tickletastic]

Every New Day

Fandom: Palm Springs

Ship: Sarah/Nyles

Summary: Sarah finds out Nyles is ticklish, to shake things up she promises to discover a new spot each day. AU sort of? (This had been meant for tickletober, but plans changed. Here it is instead on Palm Springs day)

Sometimes, Nyles misses the dinosaurs, or misses the day he and Sarah got all the way to Wyoming without falling asleep, other days he misses some of the solitary nights he used to have when it had just been him, when he didn’t feel guilty about pulling Sarah into all of this. 

To Sarah’s credit, once she got over the whole not dying thing, she found a way to make each day unique. Or, as unique as they could make it given that they couldn’t fall asleep or die. They made it to Europe once, but Nyles, caffeine-drunk and half-belligerent, fell asleep as soon as they landed, and Sarah? Well, she dealt with things, and they both woke up in bed on the 9th again, right back in Palm Springs.

Despite waking up each morning on November 9th, guilty for pulling Sarah into this wedding-hell-Groundhog’s-day, every day still somehow felt new to Nyles, each new November 9th they found new ways to surprise each other. 

Everything is new, as of late, in part because of a discovery Sarah made on day 235, or something like that, a discovery she wouldn’t let Nyles live down.

That night, the two of them had laid beneath the stars in Yellowstone, lost and barely protected from the woods around them, having a single shoddy tent from Walmart keeping them warm. Sarah had cuddled up to Nyles, the two of them sharing some body heat, when her fingers had grazed the side of his tummy, rubbing soothing, absentminded circles while they tried to interpret the constellations they could see through the tent’s clear fabric. 

At first, Nyles got squirmy, and Sarah had dismissed it as one of his weird quirks, or thought that maybe bugs had gotten in through the slim holes in the floor of the cheap tent, but when he started to giggle into her shoulder, she figured something was probably up.

She dug her fingers in harder, quickly catching on, and he snorted, bucking against her but making no move to pull away “Sahaharahahah!” 

“What, dipshit? What’s so funny?” She asked, rolling on top of him, burrowing her face into the crook of his neck.

“Yohoure- Sahahahaharah plehehehease!” Nyles giggled, throwing his head back “ihihi cahahan’t!” He squealed, snorting hysterically as Sarah continued prodding her fingers in his tummy.

She pulled away just enough so that she could see his face, pink and tinged with embarrassment, and her fingers slowed down, just enough to let him catch his breath a bit. 

“I literally could have guessed you’d be ticklish,” she had said, and his face lit up ever more, “you quite literally give off the energy of the most ticklish person alive, in hindsight.” 

Nyles had groaned, finally bringing his hands up to stop her, trying to shield his face to avoid further embarrassment. Sarah had promised to stop, leaning in and listening closely to Nyles’ heartbeat as his breathing calmed down. 

Before they drifted off, Sarah had made a promise, one Nyles had hoped she wouldn’t keep. 

… 

The next morning, at a rest-stop in the middle of an attempted trip to Canada, Sarah had locked the doors, putting an arm over Nyles so he wouldn’t reach to unlock his. 

She knew she needed to act quick, and he fingers latched onto his ribs and dug in, receiving a screech from Niles, who arched his back against the hot leather seat. 

“FUHUHUCK, Sahaharahahah nohoho!” Nyles screamed, dissolving to jello in the passenger seat of the stolen car. “Whyhyhy?”

“Why what?” Sarah asked, innocent as ever. 

Nyles tried desperately to answer, scratching and clawing at anything he could reach but Sarah’s hands, kicking his feet so high that footprints started to appear on the underside of the dashboard. “Yohohou knohohow!”

“Well I told you, didn’t I?” She asked mischievously, leaning in to whisper in Nyles’ ear, “I told you I’d find a new spot each day.”

She giggled along as Nyles made a fool of himself in the front seat of some random dude’s old car, as he looked so golden beneath the scorched sunlight.

… 

After day five of Sarah finding new spots and Nyles laying back and taking it, he got more careful, exposing sensitive spots less and less. By day seven, he truly believed there were no more spots left to be found. 

“SAHAHARAH NOHOHO!” He shrieked, proving himself wrong as she scratched behind his ears, dipping ever-so-slightly below to graze his collarbones, which she had already dedicated a day to. “I FUHUHUCKING CAHAHAN’T!”

“Sure you can,” Sarah smirked, taking notice of Nyles’ fists, balled up by his sides, “I think you can do anything you put your mind to.”

… 

There was no way, Nyles was sure, that by day 20 Sarah hadn’t discovered every possible spot. She had even done his belly and his belly button separately to prolong the end to her little game, the palms and the backs of his hands had been studied on two separate days.

This time, when he woke up, he was face-to-face with Sarah, pinned to the bed, Misty shouting and knocking from outside. 

“Uh, hi?” He says, gazing groggily up at her.

Sarah is absolutely beaming, her grin splitting her face in two. “I have good news.”

“Roy isn’t homicidal anymore?”

“Not as long as the sky’s blue,” Sarah snorts, “even better news!”

“Alright,” Nyles grins, her giddiness beginning to infect him. “What is it?”

“It’s the last day,” Sarah says, as Nyles’ confusion and grogginess makes him forget the highlight of the last 20 days, suddenly enamored by Sarah’s excitement. 

“Last day?” He says, biting his lip to stop his grin from growing, “last day of what?”

“Last day of this, silly,” Sarah says before launching his fingers into his ribs, one of his worse spots she discovered over the last three-ish weeks. Nyles screams, bucking almost entirely off the bed, one of his hands coming to block his face as best as it can while the other goes up so he can grip onto his hair. 

“Nohoho! Ihihit’s so bad!” Nyles squeals, shaking his head, “nohohot agahahain!”

“I’m sorry, Nyles,” Sarah laughs, “this has been strictly for science. Who would I be if I didn’t text all of my discoveries at once? What if I was a rocket scientist before all of this? Or a brain surgeon? I gotta test my discoveries.”

Nyles snorts at the absurdity, trying to grasp bits of his own life before the 9th while being deftly torn apart by knowing hands. 

Sarah decides to dart down to his hips, his worst spot, and squeeze them with all she’s got, sending him into a fit of hiccup-filled screeching. She watches as he fights against himself to pry her hands away, and takes pity on him, moving one hand down to his knees, the other going up to his ears.

The treatment gets him giggling all high and squeaky, turning pink all the way down his neck. While red in the face and giggling hysterically while Sarah’s hands take him apart, Misty screaming from outside, Nyles realizes that they’re right in the middle of the gooey part of the Twix, enjoying the future they’re making for themselves every new morning, and whether they can beat the time warp or not, he never wants to be all alone in the wrapper ever again. 

#palm springs #nyles #sarah #nyles x sarah #lee!nyles

[brookstonalmanac]

Events 2.13 (after 1940)

1945 – World War II: The siege of Budapest concludes with the unconditional surrender of German and Hungarian forces to the Red Army. 1945 – World War II: Royal Air Force bombers are dispatched to Dresden, Germany to attack the city with a massive aerial bombardment. 1951 – Korean War: Battle of Chipyong-ni, which represented the "high-water mark" of the Chinese incursion into South Korea, commences. 1954 – Frank Selvy becomes the only NCAA Division I basketball player ever to score 100 points in a single game. 1955 – Israel obtains four of the seven Dead Sea Scrolls. 1955 – Twenty-nine people are killed when Sabena Flight 503 crashes into Monte Terminillo near Rieti, Italy. 1960 – With the success of a nuclear test codenamed "Gerboise Bleue", France becomes the fourth country to possess nuclear weapons. 1960 – Black college students stage the first of the Nashville sit-ins at three lunch counters in Nashville, Tennessee. 1961 – An allegedly 500,000-year-old rock is discovered near Olancha, California, US, that appears to anachronistically encase a spark plug. 1967 – American researchers discover the Madrid Codices by Leonardo da Vinci in the National Library of Spain. 1975 – Fire at One World Trade Center (North Tower) of the World Trade Center in New York. 1978 – Hilton bombing: A bomb explodes in a refuse truck outside the Hilton Hotel in Sydney, Australia, killing two refuse collectors and a policeman. 1979 – An intense windstorm strikes western Washington and sinks a 0.5-mile (0.80 km) long section of the Hood Canal Bridge. 1981 – A series of sewer explosions destroys more than two miles of streets in Louisville, Kentucky. 1983 – A cinema fire in Turin, Italy, kills 64 people. 1984 – Konstantin Chernenko succeeds the late Yuri Andropov as general secretary of the Communist Party of the Soviet Union. 1990 – German reunification: An agreement is reached on a two-stage plan to reunite Germany. 1991 – Gulf War: Two laser-guided "smart bombs" destroy the Amiriyah shelter in Baghdad. Allied forces said the bunker was being used as a military communications outpost, but over 400 Iraqi civilians inside were killed. 1996 – The Nepalese Civil War is initiated in the Kingdom of Nepal by the Communist Party of Nepal (Maoist-Centre). 2001 – An earthquake measuring 7.6 on the Richter magnitude scale hits El Salvador, killing at least 944. 2004 – The Harvard–Smithsonian Center for Astrophysics announces the discovery of the universe's largest known diamond, white dwarf star BPM 37093. Astronomers named this star "Lucy" after The Beatles' song "Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds". 2007 – Taiwan opposition leader Ma Ying-jeou resigns as the chairman of the Kuomintang party after being indicted on charges of embezzlement during his tenure as the mayor of Taipei; Ma also announces his candidacy for the 2008 presidential election. 2008 – Australian Prime Minister Kevin Rudd makes a historic apology to the Indigenous Australians and the Stolen Generations. 2010 – A bomb explodes in the city of Pune, Maharashtra, India, killing 17 and injuring 60 more. 2011 – For the first time in more than 100 years the Umatilla, an American Indian tribe, are able to hunt and harvest a bison just outside Yellowstone National Park, restoring a centuries-old tradition guaranteed by a treaty signed in 1855. 2012 – The European Space Agency (ESA) conducted the first launch of the European Vega rocket from Europe's spaceport in Kourou, French Guiana. 2017 – Kim Jong-nam, brother of North Korean dictator Kim Jong-un, is assassinated at Kuala Lumpur International Airport. 2021 – Former U.S. President Donald Trump is acquitted in his second impeachment trial. 2021 – A major winter storm causes blackouts and kills at least 82 people in Texas and northern Mexico.

#Events

[1solone]

Outlier Mr. Blue.

This Yellowstone wolf is known as Mr. Blue. He was born a black wolf and his fur has changed from black to this cool steely-gray color. He's lived most of his life within the borders of Yellowstone National Park and throughout that time he's had at least six different female mates. Some had been killed by rival packs and one was taken stolen by a rival pack. One of the most amazing aspects of Mr. Blue's character is that he has this ability to mingle his way into existing wolf packs. He must have that perfect personality mix non-threatening submissive behavior and perhaps it's his age shows in the color of his fur. Knowledge is power in both Humans and wolves, so perhaps Mr. Blue epic life experiences make make his acceptance into the other packs possible.

[thedarkfiddler]

Alright I can't just shitpost about Rose's game I gotta update you on mine.

Kris looks fly as hell I'm so sad she got replaced in HGSS.

As you may have seen from Rosemary's post, she fucked up and downloaded the wrong ROM, so I ended up changing the starters with the Universal Pokémon Randomizer to Slugma, Marill, and Swinub. We also made it so trade evolutions are accessible because, c'mon.

I was not immune to Swinub's charm. Elwyn, like the author of Charlotte's Web.

Rival fight was scary, Swinub is not meant to go up against a Cyndaquil like that and my obsessive need to have enough Berries for the Miltank and Moomoo Farms meant I had stolen it from Elwyn. Whoops!

Anyway catching spree! There's a LOT of encounters before the first gym!

Shannan the Rattata for a friend who will someday get to be part of a rat cult.

Cravel the Geodude after the beloved Yellowstone Magic pitcher (who I hope comes back soon, looking at you, Fall Ball).

Keith the Hoothoot because Hoothoot is a clock > tick tock > Ke$ha > Keith.

Kimchi like the Chowder character not like the food but I guess he's named for the food so y'know.

Zarovich like Strahd von Zarovich.

Audrey after the namesake of that strange and unusual plant in the window of Mushnik's flower store, the Audrey II.

Of the lot, Keith goes in the box.

By the way,

Turnabout is fair play 😤

At Violet City now. Gotta make it through the Sprout Tower and tackle the gym, but I probably won't have a chance to play any more until tomorrow.

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[finishinglinepress]

FLP SHORT STORIES BOOK OF THE DAY: The Calamity of Desire and Other Stories by Judith Dancoff

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The literary critic Walter Benjamin once said that, “There is no document of civilization that is not at the same time a document of barbarism.” The Calamity of Desire and Other Stories, speaks to this truth in a debut collection that combines the personal dramas of sometimes real, sometimes fictional artists and protagonists with the life and death conflicts that surround them. In “The Beautiful Gaze,” the American Impressionist John Singer Sargent overcomes the scandal of his painting “Madame X” against the backdrop of 19th century homophobia; in the novella “Women Bathing,” a young woman comes to Paris to study painting and becomes involved with the Dreyfus Affair; in the “Calamity of Desire,” Gustav Klimt paints the death portrait of a young Jewish woman who committed suicide over a broken heart–a painting stolen by the Nazis. In vivid, lyrical prose, the seven short #stories and one novella explore the intersection of history, ambition, heartbreak, and desire, to illuminate the human heart. All of the stories in this collection have been published and “The Calamity of Desire” (the Southern Humanities Review, 2020), was nominated for a Pushcart Prize.

A well-published writer and Pushcart Prize nominee, Judith Dancoff’s short stories and essays have appeared in numerous publications including The Georgia Review, Alaska Quarterly Review, Southern Humanities Review, The Shanghai Literary Review and elsewhere. She holds an MFA in fiction from the Warren Wilson Program for Writers as well as an MFA from the UCLA Film School. Her documentary on the feminist artist Judy Chicago has screened at and is owned by universities and museums around the world, including the Whitney Museum of American Art, the Metropolitan Museum in New York, and the Victoria and Albert Museum in London.

PRAISE FOR The Calamity of Desire and Other Stories by Judith Dancoff

This gorgeous collection brings to life Foucault’s dictum that meaning requires the viewer’s inclusion. Readers are folded into classic artworks, transported across time and space. Art lovers, history buffs, storytellers—read this magical book!

–Nan Cuba, author of Body and Bread, winner of the PEN Southwest Award.

In Judith Dancoff’s radiant stories, painterly subjects become narrators, celebrated figures are saturated with sinister shadow, and the artist becomes a canvas on which the process of art-making makes its transformative mark. The Calamity of Desire is both timeless and quietly subversive: an essential for any art lover, artist, lover, human.

–Juli Min, author of Shanghailanders, Editor in chief and Fiction editor of the Shanghai Literary Review

Skilled critics help us understand art in its historical context. In these luminous stories, we experience the rest of that world—through families, through chance encounters, through desire—and are utterly changed.

–Diane Smith, author of Letters from Yellowstone and Pictures from an Expedition, Judge, the L.A. Times Festival of Books

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Camping Escapades: The Best US Campsites for Kids and Pets

There's an unspoken rule in the parenting manual (probably sandwiched between "Embrace chaos" and "Hide veggies in everything") that every American family must pack up their chaos, leash their dogs, and hit the road for the quintessential camping trip at least once. If this sounds like your idea of fun (or if you're just sucker for punishment), buckle up, sparky! We’re about to reveal the Top 5 Family (and Pet!) Friendly Campsites in the US. 1.  Yellowstone National Park, Wyoming: Geysers, Bison, and Bewilderment Yellowstone National Park is where Mother Nature puts on her most spectacular show. Here, geysers like Old Faithful erupt with the punctuality of a well-disciplined soldier, leaving spectators, both human and canine, in awe of its explosive beauty. It's a place where every view feels like a stolen snapshot from a nature documentary. Your wildlife spotting adventure starts from the safety and comfort of your vehicle. As bison stroll casually by and elk graze in the distance, your kids and pets will be on high alert, their noses competing against the windows. Remember to capture these moments of bewildered excitement - they're what family trips are made of! 2.  Glacier National Park, Montana: Unleash the Wild Child (and Dog) Glacier National Park is like a living postcard, presenting your kids with their screensavers come to life. Swapping touchscreens for touch-me-not flowers and towering glaciers, your kids will discover the sensory delight that nature offers. For your four-legged family member, this park is nothing short of a dream. With pet-friendly campgrounds and an array of new scents to explore, their tails will be wagging non-stop. It's a captivating encounter where family bonding takes on a new dimension amidst the wonders of nature. 3.  Yosemite National Park, California: Where Nature Plays Nanny Yosemite National Park is the ultimate natural playground where the soundtrack consists of your babies' babbles and the laughter of exploring toddlers. Here, pet-friendly trails wind through stunning landscapes, leading to tranquil spots perfect for a family picnic or a splash in the lake with your happy pooch. While embracing the freedom and thrill of the outdoors, don't forget this is untamed nature - a bear might just pop up, redefining Fido's concept of bravery. However, these unexpected encounters, while rare, add a dash of wild to your wilderness adventure, creating unforgettable memories. 4.  Rocky Mountain National Park, Colorado: S’mores, Stars, and Snowballs Rocky Mountain National Park is where snowball fights get real, and marshmallows over a campfire become the cuisine du jour. Children see an endless canvas of snow for their imaginative play, and dogs see an expanse of frosty delight. And parents? They see a well-deserved respite, as the snow does its magic, tiring out the young and the furry. As laughter and joy fill the crisp winter air, let the peaceful evening unwind under a blanket of stars. After all, the marshmallow-filled mess of a campsite is simply the aftermath of a day filled with pure family joy and adventure. 5.  Acadia National Park, Maine: Where Lobsters and Lighthouses Lure If your family loves a blend of forest adventures and beach fun, Acadia National Park is the answer. Nestled where the dense green of the woodlands meets the Atlantic's azure, it promises sand-filled fun for your kids and refreshing dips for your pets. As day turns to dusk, the park transforms into a culinary haven. Imagine roasting fresh lobsters over the fire, the ocean providing a soothing soundtrack, and the lighthouse flickering in the distance - it's an idyllic end to a perfect day. This is camping with a pinch of luxury, or as we like to call it, glamping - Acadia style! Pack Up, Paws Up, Let's Go to the Best US Campsites! There you have it, trailblazers! From coast to coast, mountain to valley, these are the top five campsites in the US where your kids can unleash their energy and your dog can stretch its legs. Remember, the goal is to make memories, not just survive. But hey, if survival's all you manage, give yourself a pat on the back - parenting (and pet-owning) ain't easy! For those eager to learn more about the best National Parks and the incredible wildlife that resides within them, be sure to check out our posts: Into the Wild: 10 National Parks Where You Can Encounter Stunning Wildlife and The Most Beautiful Animals in US National Parks. So grab your kids, leash your pets, pack your tents, and make a beeline for these fun-filled, family-friendly, and fantastically freeing campsites. Let the games, and the camping, begin! Read the full article