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intoanotherworld23 · 3 months

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No Plans To Stop

Pairing: Reader x Oliver Quick

Warnings: NSFW 18+ only MDNI, there is nothing but pure smut and sex in this, dirty talk, mention of voyeurism, discussion of threesome, unprotected sex

Word Count: 1659 words

Summary: Oliver’s a little preoccupied at the moment with you on top of him, and someone comes knocking on the door, but that isn’t going to stop him

Tag list for Oliver Quick/ Barry is fully open and I would be more than happy to add whoever would like to be tagged! Thank you so much for continuing with the constant support and praise it means a lot to me! I hope you guys enjoy and comment on what you think! Don’t forget to reblog, reblog and reblog XOXO

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Tag list for Oliver Quick/Barry Keoghan: @hahahafucku

"Oh god don't stop."

Crying out into his shoulder legs on either side of his waist hands on his chest digging into his skin. Oliver's usually gentle hands now turning rough as he watched you ride him. His thighs were flexing underneath you as he helped keep you up right on top of him.

His lips gently brushing against your skin leaving behind an electric buzz. Smirking against your neck knowing exactly what he was doing to you.

"You look so fucking beautiful." His words truthful and more sexy than dirty talk.

If Ollie had a camera he would be taking so many pictures of your blissed out face. Keep them somewhere only he knew where they were, and jerk off to them all the time. The thought of that alone had a shiver run up his spine.

"Just like that sweetheart." He encouraged as his hands gripped your hips even harder. "Ride my cock just like that."

His bed squeaking with each thrust your body made on top of his. Feeling as your breasts were bouncing back and forth his eyes on you the whole time.

Moving your hips up and down sliding along his cock as fast as you could. His hands guiding your hips up and down on him. Your walls squeezing around his cock making him groan.

"Stretchin that tight little cunt." His voice do deep and dark it had your eyes rolling into the back of your head. "So I can fuck you more often."

Oliver leaned forward so he could attach his lips to your neck sucking on the skin surely leaving a mark. His hands reaching up to grab your breasts as you moved your hips back and forth.

"Such a good girl for me." Mumbling against your chest as he sucked in on your erect nipple making you gasp. "Taken my cock so tremendously."

"Your cock feels so good inside me." Hearing your words turned him on so much.

Wrapping your arms around his neck as you lifted your body before slamming back down. The whole bed rocking back and forth, the hinges creaking so loudly you would have thought there was an earthquake.

Your hands gripped his back as he would sharply drill his cock deeper inside of you. Raking your nails down his back as he found your sweet spot within minutes. Curling your toes so hard your foot started to cramp up.

Your cheeks were starting to heat up, and you were feeling flushed. In this moment all you felt was Oliver and no matter how many times you guys had sex you could never get used to the feeling of his cock.

"Such a cock hungry little girl aren't you." Smirking up at you as he was watching you lose control while you were riding him. "Greedy to feel my cock inside you."

Mouth hanging open little tiny whimpers leaving your throat unable to make any other sounds. Becoming so overwhelmed with pleasure as his cock drilled straight into your pussy.

Feeling your orgasm approaching quickly, and you already knew you weren't going to last much longer. Ollie was right behind you though and was pushing you over the edge.

"Pretty little cunt all for me." His hands keeping a grip on your hips as he helped lift your body up.

Both of you staring into each other's eyes making it a more intimate moment. He wanted to watch your face as you came undone on his cock. Your facial expressions alone turned him on.

"Wanna hear you scream my name darling." He groaned as he suddenly flipped you around on your hands and knees. "Fuckin scream my name for me sweetheart."

Feeling as he pushed his cock deeper inside of you hitting an all new angle. Hands gripping onto the sheets in front of you arching your back so your ass was literally up in the air.

"Ollie?" A voice spoke on the other side of the door making both your heads turn in that direction. "Ollie are you there mate?"

"Fuck it's Felix." He leaned his head forward onto your shoulder biting the skin lightly. "I forgot he wanted to hang out today."

"Ollie I know you're in there." Clearly hearing the anger in his voice, but that wasn't stopping Oliver from drilling his hips into yours.

"Stay quiet for me love." He whispered sensually in your ear making you whimper.

"Ollie answer me." Felix yelled this time at the exact moment he slammed his cock deep inside your stomach.

"I'm a little busy at the moment mate." He groaned as he looked down watching his cock disappear inside of you.

"You not gonna come out and say hello." He chuckled but his tone irritated at the fact he was screaming at him through a door.

"Not unless you want to see my cock." He responded making you giggle as he squeezed your cheeks in his hands.

"Alright fine I'm leaving." Hearing his feet smacking against the tile floor storm away from the door as Oliver continued to pound inside of you.

"Ollie he could have just walked in here and saw us." Turning your head to look at him as he smirked down at you.

"That wouldn't have stopped me." He winked making you playfully roll your eyes at him. "Fuck he can watch I don't give a shit."

The thing is he was telling the truth, and wouldn't mind at all Felix entering the room and watching. Or maybe even joining in on the fun, with your consent obviously. Plus Felix had a minor crush on you unbeknownst to you.

"Do you like that?" His pelvis smacking into yours filling you to the brim a sharp gasp leaving your lips.

"Huh?" Staring deep into your eyes with a mischievous look on his face.

"Maybe." Smiling in response as he just chuckled.

His cock hit your sweet spot making you scream. Finding that spot he was relentless and continued to hit it over and over again. His hands gripped onto your hips so hard they would probably leave a mark.

"You are just absolutely dripping sweetheart." His hand came down on your ass cheek making you squeal as you felt the sting. "Slide in so easily."

"Oh god right there Ollie." Moving your hips back against him driving him crazy.

"Gonna soak my cock with your cum baby?" He teased you as his hand moved up your back tracing your spine. "Wanna feel that cunt squeeze my cock."

"Harder Ollie please." Begging him feeling your stomach tightening as you knew you were so close to release.

"You want harder sweetheart?" Slowing down his thrusts on purpose making you whine like a baby. "Wanna hear you beg me to fuck you harder."

Right now you were all tongue tied, and couldn't find the right words to say. It was almost like something was stopping you from speaking, and your mouth hanging wide open panting like a dog in heat.

"God Ollie please fuck god fuck me harder." Screaming out as you started to move your hips on your own to feel more of him. "Fuck me harder Ollie please."

It was like there was a fire between you two, and you could feel it on your body, and your cheeks. Sweat was dripping down both your bodies, and covering both of each other in your own fluids. It was strange but at the same time you were craving it more and more.

"Then I'm gonna eat that cunt and taste myself on you."

His words had your mouth hanging open, but only little whimper and whines were leaving them. Ollie was always one for dirty talk, and couldn't control his tongue whenever it came to you.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum Ollie." You tried warning him as you felt that familiar coil in the pit of your stomach.

"Yes that's a good girl." He gritted through his teeth as he felt your pussy clenching around him tightly. "Cum hard for me sweetheart."

Feeling your legs shaking and trembling as he never slowed down. By now there was probably a puddle of your sweat mixed with juices that were coating the sheets. The smell of sex and lust filled the room and entered into your nostrils.

Your body was moving all over the place your legs feeling sore from the position they were in. Your entire body felt like it was in flames, and you knew you were close. The room was filled with your whimper and his groans.

Pulling you up by the waist so your back was to his chest. Leaning your head back as you felt him taking full control of your body now.

"Let me feel you cum around my cock sweetheart." He whispered as he leaned his forehead against you and sharply drilled deep inside of staying still. "Let go."

Your orgasm smacking you in the face as your entire body clenched, and your pussy tightening around him. Gripping onto his wrists as you tried to control your breathing. Your chest heaving up and down as you were coming down from your intense orgasm.

Leaning your body forward on your hands as you felt sweat dripping down your neck. His hands massaging your skin so delicately and in a comforting way.

"Now I wish he would have walked in." He broke the silence making you reach back and smack him in the chest. "Let him see what he was missing."

"Ollie." Exclaiming with a shake of your head as you playfully smacked his chest.

"Oh come on it wouldn't be that big of a deal having Felix watching us fuck." Shrugging his shoulders with a nonchalant tone in his voice.

"There's no way I would actually want him walking in here watching us." Responding with a shake of your head.

"Like I said sweetheart." He leaned forward against your back, lips to your ear, hands gripping your hips. "That wouldn't stop me."

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jwowwsboobs · 19 days

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tagged by the radient @antiquesintheattic 2 shuffle my on repeat playlist n list first ten songs THANK UUUUUUU🍻🍻🍻🍻🍻🍻

1) stretchin tha truth - bayway nj & etown concrete

2) jump piece - colo

3) BACKENFORTH - colo

4) unwritten - natasha bedingfield

5) bayway anthem - bayway nj

6) blue jeans - lana del rey

7) silver springs - fleetwood mac

8) middle finger - lainey wilson

9) more than incredible - etown concrete

10) talladega 10 - chattahoochies

tagging @cliffburton @lonelyplanetfag @seekdestr0y if u guys want !! 🍻🫂🩷

#tagged

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lyrics724 · 1 year

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Brother

Brother, brother, brother I do not see why we cannot help each other All these little excuses are hurtin’ my brain Stretchin’ out the truth in attempt to explain Well don’t you know that I See right through the eloquent evidence From another time displayed Ask yourself why You would take a chance on me ‘Cause you could take a chance on me Little brother, come over for dinner and Make yourself at…

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#Tommaso

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funny-bones-mcjones · 3 years

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Why do you do these things you do

#:/#he do be stretchin tho #that’s the truth

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bruh-im-aggro · 2 years

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I think you’re given me too much credit as a travel partner, your highness. But, I’m glad you can least find fulfillment in… Whatever this is.

Hey, if anyone wants to know, you can technically say your first kiss was taken by a dashing bandit at the bottom of a waterfall. Sure, it’s stretchin’ the truth a bit, and I don’t think it counts as an actual kiss, but I did have to resuscitate you.

- Sam

You should think more highly of yourself, I dont think theres anyone else i would want to travel with, should it come to it.

I mean, I wasn't conscious and I was dying so technically It wasnt a kiss, it was just revival.

#Anon things #Bandit Sam 🦝#Fantasy au

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jazzy-beats · 3 years

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“I Asked When”

Well I dreamed I went out a wanderin'

I heard promises become fables forgotten

I saw bridges stretchin' out across the water

And towers pushing taller

I knew my reality was clearly defined

By the fences put up around my mind

I watched them thicken into walls over time

Taller than any boarder line

I saw civilizations deemed insignificant

I saw people's history tattooed on their skin

I saw families taken from their land

Dynasties shattered and stolen

And I asked when is a revolution

I asked when is a revolution

In all the burdens of centuries accrue

That get passed along to every generation's youth

And all the allegories told in lieu of truth

I watched them grow wild and spread like the flu

I saw the rise of an untamed industry

I watched machines paint a paper economy

I saw my own self stand right in front of me

And I didn't do a thing

I saw poisons pushed in the street

And prescription pills mingling in the mezzanine

With a whole host of wealth of doctors and pharmaceutical companies

Still poor people were dying from disease

And I asked when is a revolution

I asked when is a revolution

And I broke down at the break of dawn

I saw new meaning in the clouds above the Pentagon

As real as the Holocaust as strong as the Parthenon

Visions of Sudan Iraq and Vietnam

I stood silent upon a flooded levy

And stared at the ruins of a merchant city

And the president who came to dine with the noble elite

He didn't do a thing

I saw three ships come sailing in

Through the passage of the Caribbean

I saw children coming home in coffins

Millions marching on Washington

And I asked when is a revolution

I asked when is a revolution

I asked when, when is a revolution

I asked when is a revolution

—Brett Dennen

https://youtu.be/8su6ITELHQE

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#Youtube

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lilrami · 4 years

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the metallica fandom be stretchin the truth on some things,

sayin kirk and james had a big d

jason and james had a fat ass

i know y'all lying thru your teeth!

#yeah hoe i see yall #thats all cap!#james a 2 inch wonder im sorry 😔#james hetfield #kirk hammett #metallica #lars ulrich #jason newsted #personal

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blondrichclosetwitch · 3 years

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I got, I got, I got, I got—

Loyalty, got royalty inside my DNA

Cocaine quarter piece, got war and peace inside my DNA

I got power, poison, pain and joy inside my DNA

I got hustle though, ambition flow inside my DNA

I was born like this, since one like this, immaculate conception

I transform like this, perform like this, was Yeshua new weapon

I don't contemplate, I meditate, then off your fucking head

This that put-the-kids-to-bed

This that I got, I got, I got, I got—

Realness, I just kill shit ’cause it's in my DNA

I got millions, I got riches buildin' in my DNA

I got dark, I got evil, that rot inside my DNA

I got off, I got troublesome heart inside my DNA

I just win again, then win again like Wimbledon, I serve

Yeah, that’s him again, the sound that engine in is like a bird

You see fireworks and Corvette tire skrrt the boulevard

I know how you work, I know just who you are

See, you's a, you's a, you's a—

Bitch, your hormones prolly switch inside your DNA

Problem is, all that sucker shit inside your DNA

Daddy prolly snitched, heritage inside your DNA

Backbone don't exist, born outside a jellyfish, I gauge

See, my pedigree most definitely don't tolerate the front

Shit I've been through prolly offend you, this is Paula's oldest son

I know murder, conviction

Burners, boosters, burglars, ballers, dead, redemption

Scholars, fathers dead with kids and

I wish I was fed forgiveness

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, soldier’s DNA (I’m a soldier's DNA)

Born inside the beast, my expertise checked out in second grade

When I was 9, on cell, motel, we didn’t have nowhere to stay

At 29, I've done so well, hit cartwheel in my estate

And I'm gon' shine like I’m supposed to, antisocial extrovert

And excellent mean the extra work

And absentness what the fuck you heard

And pessimists never struck my nerve

And Nazareth gonna plead his case

The reason my power's here on earth

Salute the truth, when the prophet say

I-I got loyalty, got royalty inside my DNA

This is why I say that hip hop has done more damage to young African Americans than racism in recent years

I got loyalty, got royalty inside my DNA

I live a better life, I'm rollin' several dice, fuck your life

I got loyalty, got royalty inside my DNA

I live a be-, fuck your life

5, 4, 3, 2, 1

This is my heritage, all I'm inheritin'

Money and power, the mecca of marriages

Tell me somethin'

You mothafuckas can't tell me nothin'

I'd rather die than to listen to you

My DNA not for imitation

Your DNA an abomination

This how it is when you in the Matrix

Dodgin' bullets, reapin' what you sow

And stackin' up the footage, livin' on the go

And sleepin' in a villa

Sippin' from a Grammy, walkin' in the buildin'

Diamond in the ceilin', marble on the floors

Beach inside the window, peekin' out the window

Baby in the pool, godfather goals

Only Lord knows I've been goin' hammer

Dodgin' paparazzi, freakin' through the cameras

Eat at Four Daughters, Brock wearin' sandals

Yoga on a Monday, stretchin' to Nirvana

Watchin' all the snakes, curvin' all the fakes

Phone never on, I don't conversate

I don't compromise, I just penetrate

Sex, money, murder—these are the breaks

These are the times, level number 9

Look up in the sky, 10 is on the way

Sentence on the way, killings on the way

Motherfucker, I got winners on the way

You ain't shit without a body on your belt

You ain't shit without a ticket on your plate

You ain't sick enough to pull it on yourself

You ain't rich enough to hit the lot and skate

Tell me when destruction gonna be my fate

Gonna be your fate, gonna be our faith

Peace to the world, let it rotate

Sex, money, murder—our DNA

#prophecy #yeshua #kendrick lamar

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staysaliive · 4 years

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he watches his dad by the fire for only a few brief seconds before he heads over to join him, pausing momentarily to place a blanket over Rick's shoulders and finally taking a seat. " it's late. you're exhausted, go to sleep, dad. I'll take the first shift. "

@mieczlw

--- Yeah, he was. But then again, when wasn’t he? When weren’t any of them? Exhaustion had become part of the daily routine; albeit the solid wall security they’d acquired did make for an easier night’s sleep than when they were goin’ day by day, he could admit to that. To tell the truth, he was fairly accustomed to functioning on little sleep, the force instilled that right quick. Early mornings, late nights, rapid fire calls..it was a part of what he signed up for. He knew that. Stiles did too, growing up with a father of his own in law enforcement. Stiles understood, but this..this life, this was different. He was tired.

Rick took a moment to study the man beside him before responding, the corner of his lips curling in amused reflection. Stiles’ words lingered between them for a moment, settling in a moment of mutual respect and acceptance..twisted with an added twinge of fear. Dad. He had stepped up to fill the shoes of a man who raised an exceptionally strong kid, now grown into a skilled young man. One who’s managed to hold onto his compassion and heal, to become a pivotal part of their community. He didn’t want to fail Stiles any more than he feared failing Carl; this was his son now, too. He just continued to prove that.

“Stretchin’ yourself pretty thin these days,” he returned, mulling over the offering with one of his own. A peach from the basket at his feet, picked and washed just earlier that morning. Handing it over to his boy with a light grasp to the shoulder on the way back, showing his appreciation for all the extra he’s done in so little words. “I see it, all of it. I appreciate it, son.”

If he’d learned anything from Lori’s passing it was that he needed to try and speak more, communicate his thoughts instead of internalizing it all. He was trying. This was trying. A soft laugh huffed through the leaders nose as he bit into his own fruit, watching the flames crackle and dance. “You should be proud. I am.”

@mieczlw

#;answered #mieczlw #did I expect that to get that long? no.#do I regret it? also no.#my SON.#listen I tried to make the text smaller like ten times and chrome isn't having it rn so #WHATEVER

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thedistantstorm · 5 years

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Keep On Rising(Until The Sky Knows Your Name) 17

A story about how an orphaned Amanda Holliday comes to belong in the Last Safe City and the family she finds along the way.

(Or, the story of how Commander Zavala finds himself responsible for one Amanda Holliday.)

Chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16

This time: Zavala gets flung head-first into being Amanda’s Guardian. Eva stops by to see his charge.

Notes: I’m so sorry for taking a month off on this one! After a lot of consideration I’ve decided to finish this one off with the conclusion of chapter 19(maybe a tiny epilogue, we’ll see). I’d like to write more for them, but I think it would make sense to package each arc of their story neatly. Expect a sequel about them adjusting to life after Amanda’s injury, including the difficulties of Zavala’s work, and those who have to step in and lend a hand.

He swears he only dozes off for a second, but when he wakes, the light of the sunrise is bright in his eyes, and Amanda’s laying the wrong way in the bed, her head near the footboard. “How much longer?” She whines to Shiori, hovering above her.

“Twelve minutes. How’re you holding up?”

She flops face down with an exasperated groan. It’s enough of a reply.

“What are you doing?” Zavala asks, watching her.

“Stretchin’.” She puts a hand on her right hip, but winces when she pushes down.

“By laying on your stomach?”

“I gotta,” She tells him, turning her head to the side, mostly murmuring into her blankets. “Twice a day I gotta lay on my tummy or my hip gets all twisted ‘n angry.”

“Apparently,” Shiori floats over to her Guardian, “If she does this before therapy, it makes things easier.”

“Y’think the same lady will come in to make me do my leg circle-thingies? She was nice.”

“What?” Zavala looks to Shiori, who gives a Ghost’s impression of a shrug.

Amanda lifts herself up with her arms, shaking slightly. “Ain’t nobody told you anything, have they?” At the Commander’s deer-in-headlights look - which was really funny, she thought - she sighs. “They make me do all sorts a’stuff all day. I take medicine, then I do my exercises, then sometimes the doctor comes to see me. Then,” She stresses, overwhelmed with the thought of all these tasks, “They give me more medicine an’ I nap,” She flushes. “The medicine makes me sleepy.” She sighs. “You really don’t miss nothin’.”

He hums, rising from the rather uncomfortable chair to stretch himself, reaching first to the sky, then down to the floor before using the little en-suite to freshen up.

“When ya leavin’?” She asks after him, around the time when Shiori tells her she’s in the home stretch; Only four more minutes and she can roll back over.

He stands in front of the window on the other side of the room, not returning to the chair. “I am not. Not today. Not unless there is an emergency.”

Amanda absolutely beams at him.

The doctor pulls him out into the hall when he stops to see Amanda towards the end of her physical therapy session. If he’s intimidated by the rank of the man he’s talking to, he doesn’t show it. Instead, he hands Zavala a copy of every medical record they have on the girl, which Shiori immediately transmats it away, scanning and uploading every word to her internal memory and a tablet for Zavala.

“I’m estimating about two, maybe three weeks,” The man says. “The majority of her injuries were minor, leg excluded. Right now, so long as we can keep her eating and she puts on weight, all of her lab values should balance out, and she should be free to go. By then she should be completely mobile on crutches, and in a few months, if not sooner, she’ll be able to start using a prosthesis.”

“I did not expect it to be so soon,” Zavala admits, tucking one fist into the other hand behind his back.

“It’s a traumatic injury,” The doctor muses, “But an amputation is usually pretty clean. Her scarring is not as neat as I had hoped, however, and she will grow. Therapy will be the most important thing. She will compensate with her back and hips for the lack of a knee. Pain will likely be an issue. We’ll get her started on a regimen, but it will be imperative to keep up with it, in order to facilitate a complete recovery. The psychological aspects will be far more intensive. We’ll set you up with someone she can talk with.”

The doctor does not carry on for long before moving on to his next patient. When he goes, Shiori hovers in Zavala’s peripheral. “We have work to do,” She tells him. “A lot of work to do.”

Zavala would agree aloud if she pushed him to, but Shori can already sense he’s overwhelmed, so she opts for a gentler approach. She’s used to reading errant thoughts across their link, well aware that her very stoic, very in-control Commander is actually an anxiety-riddled maelstrom of emotion. He’s very good about not letting it show.

“We knew it would be all hands on deck,” She reminds him mildly. “We’ll take it a day at a time.”

His agreement is silent, between them alone. She shivers out of being in motes of light, her soundless fusion with him like a gentle reassurance, a reminder to breathe.

Two days later, Zavala comes to check in on Amanda mid-morning only to find Eva perched on the edge of the bed. Amanda is standing, holding both of the woman's hands for balance, sweating with the effort. A chair is behind her, to catch her if she falls.

Zavala waits in the doorway, not wanting to spook the girl and ruin her already precarious balance. She forces herself to sit without flopping, putting one hand on the arm of the chair, then the other, then controlling her movement.

"My arms feel like jelly," She grouses.

"New exercise?"

"Zavala!" She tilts her head in the direction of his voice, the cheer his arrival brings visible. Eva smiles.

"Hello, Amanda. I see you have a visitor."

"Eva and I had breakfast," She tells him, looking to Eva. "It was really good."

"I am glad you liked it," Eva tells her, patting the top of her hand. "I'm going to make those pastilleos I told you about. I'll have to bring you some."

She looks to Zavala while Amanda hums an excited mhmm! Zavala's blue gaze meets hers for a beat, giving insight to his gratefulness. When he'd spoken to Eva the day before, she committed herself to helping with keeping the girl's weight up without his prompting, but he was not expecting her to come through so quickly. Really, he should have known better.

"Well, I'm not just here for that," Eva says kindly, retrieving a bag she'd placed on the windowsill. She pulls out a tablet, handing it to the girl. “We have some decorating to do.”

“We do?”

Eva laughs. “My dear, we have to talk about your bedroom! You won’t be in the hospital forever, and when you get home you’ll need a place for-”She breaks off when Amanda’s face crumples. “Oh, don’t cry dear, it’s alright!”

She wipes the tears away from her face with the back of her hand, giving a nervous laugh as the other trembles, propping up the tablet. “I don’ mind whatever,” She says quietly, with a nervous laugh. “It’s fine.”

“Oh, come now, there has to be something you’d like-”

Zavala shakes his head, hardly a gesture at all, really. Amanda doesn’t notice, but it’s enough to silence Eva. He takes the tablet from Amanda without preamble, setting it aside and then leaning down. “Think you can stand again?”

She nods, and he offers her both hands, letting her use them for leverage to pull herself to a single shaking leg. He feels it buckle before she realizes what’s happening and dips, catching her before she’d ever come close to the ground.

“Sorry,” She murmurs, and he shakes his head.

“You aren’t hurt?”

“This happened earlier,” She admits softly. “I’m real weak, they said.”

“You haven’t been feeling well,” He muses, “And your body isn’t used to this. We’ll work on it.” She hums, snuggling into his embrace while he moves aside one blanket and sits in the chair with her in his lap. He reaches for the tablet. “But for now, I think Eva said there were some patterns with ships on them, and we should at least look at them.” He looks down at her, unsurprised by her unwavering gaze. “Did you tell Eva that you want to be a pilot when you’re older?”

“Oh, that’s lovely, dear!” Eva gushes.

“But-” The hurt in her voice cuts the conversation like a knife. They fall silent. She doesn’t have to speak it aloud for the two adults to understand what she’s thinking.

Then, “You have a habit of making the impossible happen,” Zavala tells her softly, whispering the truth against her hair as he searches through Eva’s round up of decorative options. “You made it to the City, fought the Fallen and lived to tell about it. Convinced me-” Her fingers curl over his arm in a pseudo-hug. He kisses her forehead when he cannot continue, waylaid by his emotional transparency. “You’ll fly, Amanda. Believe me.”

She twists to hug him for real, but it doesn’t last for more than a couple seconds. When she settles, she looks over to Eva. “Are there ones with li’l ships?” Her head rests against Zavala’s jaw as she helps him scroll through the images. “I really do wanna fly someday,” She admits quietly.

“There should be,” Eva answers. “And if there’s not one you like, we’ll figure out something different. You leave it to Eva, dear.”

#amanda holliday #commander zavala #found family #destiny fanfiction #shipwright september #(yes i know it's october but let's just keep this organized shall we)

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phoenix-downer · 5 years

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Too Much

For the KH3 Countdown Challenge.

Day 27 - Loss

Contains distressing content. Check the warning tags and read at your own risk.

Goofy had been through a lotta hard things in his life. The death of his beloved wife, raising Maxie on his own, then lettin’ him go off to another world to figure out his own future—

But none of that coulda prepared him for this.

Donald took his hat off and clutched it in his hands. “Oh, Sora.”

Goofy sniffed and wiped his eyes. The whole world was one great big dark blur, and Xehanort had taken the χ-Blade to do who knows what with it. But none of that seemed very important compared to the awful truth starin’ them in the face.

Donald sobbed as he flung himself over Sora’s limp body, and Goofy just pulled Sora closer as the tears poured out of his eyes.

It wasn’t fair. It just wasn’t fair. Someone so young shouldn’t’ve died. Someone with his whole future stretchin’ out before him shouldn’t’ve had his life stolen from him by some selfish ne’er-do-weller.

The worlds could be cruel, but this was a whole lot worse than cruel.

Sora’s face didn’t look right without his smile on it. His body wasn’t right without his sweet heart and carin’ soul inside it. Knowing he’d never hear Sora’s laughter again, never see his eyes sparkle as they went off on some new adventure together—

Gawrsh, it just hurt too much. The lump in his throat got bigger and the hole in his chest got wider.

He’d thought he’d been ready for anything. But this, this was just too much.

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Would I ever lie to you, Kane? - 🌵

Mmmm, I don’t think so. You might be stretchin’ the truth a little bit, though. *chuckles*

- Kane

#kane talks #🌵 anon #answered

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ourpickwickclub · 6 years

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TWOTW and Tin Man were already nominated at the CMA's and lost. If she is nominated at the CMA's it will be for Fave Female and any new music if it's released by then.

Since Kacey has come up a few times today I will post the lyrics to her song (rumored to be about ML) because it’s a great explanation as to why she will probably be nominated anyway. She knows how to play the corrupt games that get people ahead in cm.Step Off by Kacey MusgravesYou sure look pretty in your glass houseYou probably think you’re too good to take the trash outWell are you dumb or are you blindCause it’s a real fine lineBetween telling a joke and turning a knifeDon’t wreck my reputationLet me wreck my ownStep off, step offYeah you’re getting too close to meWith all your negativityJust get lost. Just trying to make a little difference here, So why you gotta interfereJust keep climbing that mountain of dirty tricksAnd when you finally get to the top...Step off. Yeah Step offYou screwed everybody over in this townThere ain’t nothing between you and the cold hard groundKeep running your mouth and stretchin' the truthYou just might find a hole in your parachute'Cause whatever gets you highWill always bring you downSo step off, step offYeah you’re getting too close to me, With all your negativityJust get lost. Just trying to make a little difference hereSo why you gotta interfereJust keep climbing that mountain, your dirty tricksWhen you finally get to the topHm step offSticks and stones may build a throne butYou’ll be up there all alone, So step offYeah yeah step offAnd keep climbing that mountain your dirty tricksWhen you finally get to the topStep off.- B

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ambivalentte-blog1 · 6 years

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Today I realized that DNA by Kendrick Lamar perfectly describes Kylo Ren!

Relevant lyrics are in bold. I may edit this post at some point to explain the similarities. The rests of the lyrics are under the cut!

I got, I got, I got, I got Loyalty, got royalty inside my DNA

Cocaine quarter piece, got war and peace inside my DNA I got power, poison, pain and joy inside my DNA

I got hustle though, ambition, flow, inside my DNA I was born like this, since one like this Immaculate conception I transform like this, perform like this Was Yeshua's new weapon I don’t contemplate, I meditate, then off your fucking head

This that put-the-kids-to-bed This that I got, I got, I got, I got Realness, I just kill shit 'cause it's in my DNA I got millions, I got riches buildin’ in my DNA I got dark, I got evil, that rot inside my DNA

I got off, I got troublesome, heart inside my DNA I just win again, then win again like Wimbledon, I serve Yeah, that's him again, the sound that engine in is like a bird

You see fireworks and Corvette tire skrrt the boulevard I know how you work, I know just who you are See, you's a, you's a, you's a Bitch, your hormones prolly switch inside your DNA Problem is, all that sucker shit inside your DNA Daddy prolly snitched, heritage inside your DNA Backbone don't exist, born outside a jellyfish, I gauge See, my pedigree most definitely don't tolerate the front Shit I've been through prolly offend you This is Paula’s oldest son I know murder, conviction Burners, boosters, burglars, ballers, dead, redemption Scholars, fathers dead with kids And I wish I was fed forgiveness Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, soldier’s DNA Born inside the beast My expertise checked out in second grade When I was 9, on cell, motel, we didn't have nowhere to stay At 29, I’ve done so well, hit cartwheel in my estate And I'm gon' shine like I'm supposed to Antisocial, extrovert

And excellent mean the extra work And absentness what the fuck you heard And pessimists never struck my nerve And that’s a riff, gonna plead this case The reason my power's here on earth Salute the truth, when the prophet say I got loyalty, got royalty inside my DNA (This is why I say that hip hop has done more damage To young African Americans than racism in recent years) I live a better, fuck your life (5, 4, 3, 2, 1) This is my heritage, all I'm inheritin' Money and power, the makin' of marriages Tell me somethin' You mothafuckas can't tell me nothin' I'd rather die than to listen to you My DNA not for imitation Your DNA an abomination

This how it is when you're in the Matrix Dodgin' bullets, reapin' what you sow And stackin' up the footage, livin' on the go And sleepin' in a villa Sippin' from a Grammy and walkin' in the buildin' Diamond in the ceilin', marble on the floors Beach inside the window, peekin' out the window Baby in the pool, godfather goals Only Lord knows, I've been goin' hammer Dodgin' paparazzi, freakin' through the cameras Eat at Four Daughters, Brock wearin' sandals Yoga on a Monday, stretchin' to Nirvana Watchin' all the snakes, curvin' all the fakes Phone never on, I don't conversate I don't compromise, I just penetrate Sex, money, murder—these are the breaks These are the times, level number 9 Look up in the sky, 10 is on the way Sentence on the way, killings on the way Motherfucker, I got winners on the way You ain't shit without a body on your belt You ain't shit without a ticket on your plate You ain't sick enough to pull it on yourself You ain't rich enough to hit the lot and skate Tell me when destruction gonna be my fate Gonna be your fate, gonna be our faith Peace to the world, let it rotate Sex, money, murder—our DNA

#star wars #kylo ren #kendrickisking #kylo ren music #ben solo

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