#the flight log blogs

[dosdedos2]

Jeffrey Epstein‘s flight log was released and scary stuff!

I’ve been googling some of the names and reading some dates and I found some off putting and down right scary 😬

Unfortunately, it’s already known that former 42nd POTUS (from 1993-2001) is named in (I believe, don’t quote me) about 30% of documents.

Another name I found is Kristy Rogers. Now if you google KR you get an ad for missing children 🥶

Now if the fact that we get a missing person’s report isn’t scary enough, here’s his flight log but look at the names and pay attention to the dates these flights are taking place! Now I don’t know how to read the 3 letter locations on the from/to column but enlighten me!

Now if she’s been missing since August of ‘97, why is she on this private flight log in March of ‘01??? That’s chilling.

We’ve also had tv reporters, pornstars, gymnasts, oh and secretary of the treasury Larry Summers.

There were more than just 19 year old Kristy Rogers, there was also 19 year old Virginia Roberts.

And of course, somehow not surprising:

Our 45th POTUS (from January ‘17 to January’21) Donald Trump, with his son Eric Trump.

01/04/2024 @4:00am

#blog entry #jeffrey epstein #flight logs

[19burstraat]

ketterdam dashboard simulator

goedmedbridge420

who up boeking they canal

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drydens follow

I can't believe some of you log on here and thirstpost about barrel vagrants. it makes me so sick. these men are the very pits of society and have never honoured ghezen a day in their lives. there are so many other young men who make their living in a reverent way. have some dignity.

#ghezen #inghezenssight #ghezenhonouring #churchofghezen #handofghezen

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lionsroar12 follow

omg HOW is kaz brekker winning this he's SO problematic he's not even good for the economy he killed members of his own gang and kidnapped councilman van eck's son

dregsundrained

cranky coz your gang fell apart aren't you

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guys is this a mandela effect or what bc I SWEAR this painting used to be in the university district art museum, I literally saw it this week??? but I went today and it was GONE?????? there wasn't even a plaque?? guys pls I'm so confused why is everyone acting like this is normal for ketterdam? do priceless antiques just VANISH? am I being gaslit?

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stadhall-clerking

guys I'm so sorry I've been MIA :( I found out that my landlord was using my rent on the staves rather than fixing my black mould problem so I pushed him out the window and told the stadwatch he must have fallen and died because he wasn't honouring ghezen and got away with it. anyway I think maybe the black mould explains the dirtyhands/sturmhond fic I was writing sorry :( but I WILL finish my fairy queen of istamere meta post once I've moved into my new lodging

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SUBMISSION: sometimes I lie awake thinking about the time I fell down an entire flight of stairs at the slat when kaz was at the bottom, and he just stared at me (still lying on the floor), and then asked if I'd changed the beer kegs at the silver six yet. GIRL NO?!?!?!

#submission #dregs #dirtyhands #admin comment: laughed so loud my upstairs neighbour threatened to shoot me

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ADMIN NOTE: if the razorgulls don't fucking stop sending anon hate to this blog we'll tell dirtyhands n he'll send you your own IP address back

#see what happens you hack job seagulls

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kerchtourismboard

it's us, the real kerch tourism board, here to tell you what we're putting in the new summer season pamphlet. we got 1) three pages all about kaz brekker that end up being more of an advertisement than a deterrent 2) list of slipperiest spots in the barrel where you will fall over and get a concussion when ur drunk 3) top 10 ways to get your wallet stolen by a child in broad daylight 4) paintings of the komedie brute 5) advert for sten's stockpot 6) map of public toilets

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we are not affiliated with any degenerate impersonator accounts who claim to be us. we are the only real kerch tourism account.

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grafcanal smells like piss and you should bite everyone you see wearing the mister crimson costume

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it's all 'fuck sten's stockpot' and 'I got food poisoning from the special at sten's stockpot' until you realise you don't have the money for cilla's fry, and then you come CRAWLING back to the loving arms of sten's stockpot and our special. you fucking traitors. you'll be back! you'll all be back

canaljumpings follow

what's in the special sten's stockpot

stensstockpot follow

it's a surprise ;)

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nah I thought this was the real stens lmao

stensstockpot follow

bert smit you still have 45 kruge to pay on your tab and if you don't cough up we'll send our debtors to break your legs

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my grisha girlfriend who still wears a kefta and says things like 'nikolai lantsov is a bastard': ugh they're still debating whether or not the council of tides should be able to control kerch shipping, I hate inter-country politics

me: I think I hauve the queen's lady

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#I wasted a full hour making this #six of crows #crooked kingdom #soc duology #kaz brekker #ketterdam #soc #grishaverse #shadow and bone #my post #dashboard simulator

[wildemaven]

throttled control | frankie morales

-> pairing: frankie morales x pilot f!reader

-> wc: 760

-> content warnings: 18+ blog; smutty themes, established relationship, competency kink maybe, reader has call-sign but no reference to appearance or use of name

-> a/n: reposting from other account; this was a random thot after seeing frankie in that gif. this isn't beta'd, so all mistakes are my own.

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“All right, baby…. Come on, now.” His voice is low and staticy as it reverberates through your headset. 

Those same words had ghosted over your naked body merely hours ago. Though similar in tone, the context in which they were uttered was vastly different. It’s evident that even at 10,000, they can still deliver an aching want where you need him most. 

His hands flex over the cyclic, finger adjusting and readjusting their grip on the metal control stick that teeters in a forward position between his legs. Dexterous and capable in maintaining a steady pitch as the large aircraft flies over the terrain below. 

Your mind wanders to last night, the vivid imagery still looping through your mind. His fingers working ardently to bring you closer and closer to the edge, a delicate pressure with an ample promise of sweet sweet euphoria. Those same hands holding you, gripping the meat of your delicious thighs as his cock thrust up into you. His movements were effective and shattering as he chased down the same dizzying path. 

“Hollywood!” Frankie’s voice cuts through your lusty remembrance, your call-sign echoing through your headset, given to you by the guys after you had confessed to them during a drunken night of truth or dare your dream of becoming an actress when you were younger. That evening resulted in a not so humiliating call sign and a kiss with a handsome pilot— and now serious boyfriend. 

“Hmm?” You lift your gaze from his hands to his handsome face, the golden hues of the sunset washing over his beautiful features. 

“I asked you how the oil pressure is reading?” You can see the seriousness of his eyes from behind his aviators. 

“Oil pressure is in the green and temp is stable at 180 degrees.” You tell him while making a note on your log sheet, the sway of the metal aircraft has you glancing back over to where his hands are taut as they even out the pitch. 

“What’s got your head in the clouds?” He asks, his focus moving from the sky in front him over to where you’re sitting to the left of him in the cockpit. 

“Nothin’” You lie, but the smile you’re incapable of concealing gives away your silent thoughts, looking back to his hands steadily at work then back to him. 

Frankie follows where your line of sight had been, realization hitting him quickly. His tongue glides over his bottom lip as his right hand settles on your leg, the few gentle squeezes he gives you has your insides buzzing. 

“You still thinkin’ about last night too?” He asks, watching the way his hand flexes over your fatigue cover thigh, noting the way you shift in your set at his touch. 

“You looked so good, baby. Been thinkin’ about it all day, too. Might need a refresher tonight.” He winks at you then refocuses his attention on the flight path. 

“Yeah— I like the sound of that. Might even let you do that one thing you’ve been wanting to try out.” You purr, anticipation already setting up in your core. 

“You mind keepin’ your kinky shit off the comms? We don’t need to hear the shit you two do in your spare time.” Santiago’s grating voice cuts through the communication system. 

“Fuck off, Pope. Jealousy ain’t a cute look for you. It’s not my fault what’s her name dumped your ass last week.” Frankie shakes his head, chuckling at your response. 

“Speak for yourself, Pope. I for one would like to know what this thing is that Fish has been wanting to try out.” Benny pipes up from his seat in the rear of the helicopter. “Care to share with the class, Fish?” 

“Nope.” Let the ‘P’ pop between his plush lips as he says it. “And you can fuck right off too if you think about asking her for it later.”

“Why don’t you rest your eyes? We’ve got another 30 minutes of air time before we touch down at base. You’re gonna need all the rest you can get for what I have planned for you later, Baby.” Frankie suggests, knowing he’s fully capable of handling the aircraft on his own— a nap sounds nice too, to make up for the sleep you didn’t have last night. 

“Seriously!?” Santiago groans in annoyance. 

“Fuck off, Pope.” Frankie and you yell in unison. 

You adjust yourself into a comfortable position, placing your own aviators over your closed eyes. Your mind drifting back to last night with ease, gearing up for what’s to come later tonight. 

#frankie morales #frankie morales x you #frankie morales x fem!reader #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales x f!reader #triple frontier #pedro pascal #wildemaven writes

[ms-boogie-man]

… and now, the News

You have to ask yourself why Senator Dick Durbin (D-IL), this week, blocked release of the Epstein flight logs to the public while also moving to stock up our military forces with the tens of thousands of illegal aliens, males of military enlistment age, that have been flooding across our borders for the last several years

Too, a portable boat carrying 40+ of these illegals bum-rushed the beach in Malibu, Ca this week, unhampered (fact), so they are not any longer just coming in thru the Southern and Northern borders [they], the political establishment in the US, are building an army to protect themselves from and deal with American, gun-owning patriots. [they] want to turn an invading force of illegals into citizens/military personnel while making We the People into the invading force… so that the military can be turned against us

Have you been wondering why we are labeled insurrectionists? Have you been wondering why the Gadsden and Betsy Ross flags have been called extremist, bad for democracy, white supremacy and hate speech? Have you been wondering why the LGBTQ+whatever flag flies over our own American flag, and why they are letting Palestinian terrorists tear down our American flags and replace them with their own?

Btw, similar illegal migrants are bum-rushing beachheads all over Western Europe, and have been for years… and as we all know, most of Western Europe has been disarmed

*feeling sick yet?

*with me bringing this sort of news across, does it make any sense yet why Tumblr terminated my first blog, resplend3nt-rap4cious? … the one that had 20K followers —

*like I asked a second ago, feeling sick yet?

Angie/Maddie🦇❥🇺🇸

#Senator Dick Durbin #traitor #treason #Epstein's Flight Log #illegal migrants #fjb #non solo roba da angie #2a #1a

[trivialbob]

I had a fun three-day weekend.

As I briefly mentioned earlier, I went to Chicago. Thursday I stopped halfway and spent the night at a bed & breakfast in Baraboo, WI.

Baraboo is where the Ringling Brothers started their circus of the same name in 1884. The B&B I stayed it the former home of one of the brothers.

More after the cut.

I like the shared areas at B&Bs. There were only three other people there Thursday night. I didn't really get to mingle as they kept to themselves.

That typewriter would have been fun to use for my blog post. Sadly, it lacked wi-fi and Bluetooth connections. There was an old, hand-cranked phonograph in the next room that was fully functional.

Downtown Baraboo has plenty of bars (because it's Wisconsin). There were a number of restaurants and cafes too. The two-story brick buildings I like in small towns were plentiful. I logged a lot of steps walking up and down the streets, peering into windows. This is another town where I think it would have been fun to stay a week and try more bars and restaurants.

There are two breweries in Baraboo. Of course I visited both.

The first, I was told, has better food. Tumbled Rock is where I went for dinner and flight of beers. My burger and fries were most satisfying. The beer selection was impressive. Each of the five I sampled I would definitely buy again.

When I finished dinner I drove three miles back to my B&B and parked the car. Then I walked to the other brewery, the Al. Ringling Brewing Co.

Inside was neat. The coolers behind the bar, filled with cans of beer, had wooden doors, mechanical handles, and glass panels. The bartender told me it was a functional refrigerator.

This place was also a former home of a Ringling brother. But it was a mansion. There used to be a bowling alley in the basement for the family. The bar top is made from old sections of the bowling alley floor.

One of the brews on tap was Cherry Pie Fruit Sour with Swedish Fish. The nice, young bartender told me the brewers add a bag of the candy fish to the mix while making the sour.

I said I hope a serving of it comes with a Swedish Fish candy garnish. She grinned and promptly brought me a glass of it with the a Swedish Fish garnish!

The mention of fish made me want to suggest a Pizza Flavored Goldfish Beer, or at least free bowls of my favorite little crackers in lieu of pretzels, but the bartender had other customers to tend to. I missed that opportunity to pitch my idea. Maybe I should write a letter?

During my walk around town I noticed that Baraboo has a bit of a continental divide in its middle. At Oak Street, the numbered roads change from Avenues to Streets, or vice versa, depending on which way you walk. You can be at the intersection of 6th St and 6th Ave, and the two aren't even perpendicular.

The next morning I joined the other B&B guests for a waffle breakfast. This time I socialized with them and the owners of the B&B. We learned about the history of the city and all about the Ringling Bros. and their circus.

Fun time. Afterward I took my time driving to Chicago. I timed it right to miss the worst of rush hour. More about Chicago in a later post.

#Did you see my notebook? #I carry it and my favorite pen most of the time #One time a bartender (somewhere else) didn't care for me taking notes - it made him suspicious of my intentions #That almost made me want to start a Yelp account and my first review would have been crabby #I didn't want to explain Tumblr

[prolix-yuy]

DARLING!! You deserve every follower and more- you and your blog are one of my fave things on our beloved hellsite. <3 <3

For my request, can I be vague? I would love any Pedro boy of your choosing with the topic Fear of Failure. Everything is your choice. If you want to talk specifics, message me <3

Congrats x

So this worked out perfectly, because @pedrito-friskito also requested Fear of Failure for SW!Frankie. While I'm writing her other prompt from her request, I still wanted to indulge in our favorite soft and feral boy. And who better to write that for than the most lovely Laura - you might have been one of the first people to scream at me about SW!Frankie and made me feel like part of this wonderful community. This one's for you, my dear, love you for always.

Flight Plan

Pairing: Francisco "Catfish" Morales x F!Reader "Ms Jackson"

Summary: Frankie takes a step in a good direction, and Ms Jackson has an important question.

Word Count: 5.2k

Warnings: Explicit, 18+ MINORS DNI, descriptions of male and female bodies, oral sex (m and f receiving), safe PiV sex, some thigh worship as a treat, little bit of subby!Frankie, some praise kink for our best boy, Frankie dealing with some self-worth issues, a bunch of soft angst with a lot more fluff to even it out.

Notes: Remember how I said I'd keep these requests under 2k for my sanity? How cute was that? Plus it's SW!Frankie my beloved, how can I not wax poetic on my love for him? This takes place after Rosalie, about ten months into their relationship.

Cross-posted on AO3

Sex Worker!Frankie AU Masterlist

“Hey babe.” 

Frankie’s voice peeks in from your living room. Walking in, hands wrapped in a towel still damp from the sink, you give him a curious little look.

“Hmm?” you hum before seeing Frankie, hesitant with a stack of books on your coffee table. “What’s up?” you add, sitting down on the ottoman in front of him. He fiddles with his hands briefly, sweeping his fingers through matted locks and resettling his cap on his head.

“So I, um, I’m gonna start studying for my relicensure,” he says in a rush, like he’s been keeping it inside for so long his lips can’t contain it further. 

“Frankie, that’s fantastic,” you squeal, throwing the towel to the side and scooting next to him on the couch, a bright smile following. 

“Yeah, yeah I guess, it’s just…jeez, it’s a lot. I forgot how much reading and all I’d have to do.” He takes your hand and squeezes it briefly. “And I have to log flight hours, because I waited so long my previous hours don’t apply anymore. So I might be…really busy for a while.” He worries at the back of your hand, your smile softening.

“Hey.” You direct his attention from the books to your face. “I’m proud of you for doing this. You take all the time you need. Can I help with anything?” Frankie’s face breaks out into the beatific smile saved for very special occasions. 

“God, I love you,” he says, pulling you in for a firm kiss. You smile against his mouth.

“I’m not quitting Will’s, or anything more than getting the license back,” he clarifies when he parts from your mouth. “I just…it’s a mistake I want to rectify. And maybe I’ll get a few more years of flying private before I’m grounded…” 

“Whatever you want out of it, I’m happy you’re doing it,” you cut in, leaning into your boyfriend’s side as he squeezes you. “And don’t stress, we’ll be fine. You know where to find me.” Getting up to shut the house down for bed, Frankie darts his fingers into your back pocket and tugs you back into his arms, resting his head against your stomach.

“Right here,” he murmurs into your shirt, your fingers finding the soft sliver of skin and hair on the back of his neck.

“Right here,” you repeat fondly.

Frankie studying for his relicensure is much like how you’ve seen him engulfed in carpentry or changing the oil in his truck. He’s focused, laser-sharp. When he’s on a roll he’s fast and crazily accurate in his work and observations. You admit to yourself that if you ever saw him flying, that amazing brain and his trained body working in tandem, you might melt into a puddle of hormones. It’s all you can do to keep your hands off him when his brow is furrowed in a textbook or he’s making complex calculations look like third grade math problems. 

Will makes Frankie’s schedule more flexible so he can log his flight hours early in the morning and work in the afternoon. The boys were equally enthusiastic about his endeavor, and while you assume they don’t want to embarrass Frankie you do catch them a few times with their hands on his shoulders, giving him low words of encouragement he blushes and blunders through.

“It’s gonna be good for him,” Santi says, sipping out the dregs of his beer next to you on the sports bar’s outdoor patio. “Flying’s the only time I’ve really seen Frankie out of his own head. It gives him…relief, I think. Calm in the focus it requires. I always felt safer with Frankie flying than anyone else.” Santi nudges your shoulder with his. “You’ll see. I’m sure he’ll take you up once he’s passed.” You huff a laugh.

“Seeing him like that…hmmm, might have to keep me strapped in the back,” you say nonchalantly, and Santi coughs on his final sip.

“Shit, I don’t want to hear that!” Santi whines, spinning around to shout at Frankie across the patio, “Fish, tell your girlfriend I don’t want to know what gets you going in the bedroom!” Frankie’s ears turn a cute shade of pink and you lightly punch Santi in the pec. 

“Thought you had no secrets left after Pope’s,” you tease, Santi rolling his eyes.

“Ignorance is bliss, Ms J.”

With the studying and the flight hours, your time together does get compressed into smaller and more exhausted segments. Frankie’s up early sending you “good morning” texts before going to the airfield. He leaves work later in the evening too, and after the first few days of him going to his apartment to study you strongarm him into spending the nights with you. 

“You’ll get a home cooked meal, you can use my office which is way better than your couch and coffee table, and I promise I’ll leave you to work,” you counted off, and Frankie found it hard to argue with your logic. He brought a duffel bag of clothes and necessities the next day. You already had a spot in your closet for him, and a drawer in your dresser cleaned out. 

“Some might say you were waiting for me to stay longer than a few nights,” he joked, but you could tell from the way he stared too long at his clothes hanging next to yours that he didn’t mind the idea. 

So you fell into a comfortable rhythm over the next several weeks. Early mornings, late afternoons and evenings, dinner together even if it’s rushed, then you do the dishes and watch some TV while Frankie pores over his textboots until you urge him into bed. He’s often passed out within minutes of touching the pillow, and the soft domesticity of just sharing a bed with someone you love makes a tiny spark of a plan crackle in your mind. 

“It’s scheduled,” Frankie says before he’s even in the door. 

“What?” you ask, distracted by the food cooking on the stove. Frankie’s panting a little bit, even though he’s only walked the few steps from his truck to your front door.

“The test. Next week,” he says, and realization brightens your features. 

“Oh shit, wow, it’s almost here,” you say, but the moment you do you catch a flash of darkness across Frankie’s face. 

“Yeah, yeah, it’s…shit, it’s really close,” he murmurs. Your heart sinks.

“You’re going to do great. Look at all of the work you’ve been putting in. I know you’re going to pass.” Despite your eagerness, Frankie is working through something in his head, something deeper than you have access to right now. “C’mon, let’s have dinner, you must be starving.” You lace your fingers with his and lead him to the dining table, dishing him out a plate as he sits down heavily. 

It takes most of the meal for him to say anything, your voice filling the air with the events of your day, him following along with the appropriate noises of acknowledgement. As you’re cleaning the dishes, wrist-deep in soapy water, two thick arms circle your waist, Frankie’s head nuzzling into the crook of your neck. 

“I’m scared I’ll fuck it up like I’ve done with all the good things I’ve had,” he says into your hair. You lean back against his solid chest, warmth seeping into your bones even as the vulnerability in Frankie’s voice pulls at your heart.

“You haven’t fucked up nearly as many things as you think,” you quip back, turning your face to press a kiss to his brow. Frankie hums noncommittally. “You haven’t fucked this up,” you say, stroking your sudsy fingers along the back of his arm. He inhales your scent deeply, burying his nose behind your ear. “Couldn’t do it if you tried. You’re stuck with me for the long haul,” you add as lightly as you can, but there’s a tremor in your voice that you try to play off. Frankie definitely notices, because in a moment he’s manhandling you away from the sink and spinning you around in his arms. Once he’s got you chest-to-chest, he backs you up to the counter and pins your hips with his own.

“Don’t I know it,” he rumbles into your jaw as he captures your parted lips in a heady kiss. You moan into his mouth, senses immediately ignited. Fanning his fingers against your cheek, he holds you steady as he laves his lips and tongue along your skin. “Don’t I love it,” he adds, grabbing the meat of your ass and lifting you swiftly up to sit on the counter. “Is this the longest we’ve gone without having sex?” he groans into your chest, mouthing at your collarbone as his thumb travels up your leg to the apex of your thighs. You chuckle breathlessly, weaving your fingers into his curls and tugging them gently.

“Didn’t want to distract you, but sweetie, you are so sexy when you’re concentrating,” you rasp out, a choked noise blooming against the pillowy flesh of your breast as Frankie leaves a soft bite on the top.

“Only one thing I want to concentrate on right now,” he mumbles as he moves back up to kiss you messily, full of need and promise. Then he wraps your legs around his waist and takes you to bed, and reminds you how excellent it is to not just sleep next to Frankie. 

Watching the clock makes you anxious, so you decide to putter around in the garden and pluck some errant weeds while you wait for Frankie. His test is today, and as much as you wanted to be there to support him (even taking the day off), he asked you to stay home.

“I’m nervous enough as is. If I have to think about you waiting for me in the car it’ll just make it worse,” he said, and you couldn’t fault him for wanting space. “Plus I might need the drive to clear my head after everything. It’s a long day.” You hummed your acquiescence and stepped into his space, wrapping your arms around his soft waist and pressing your face into his chest. He smelled like fresh soap and warm laundry and the faint musk of nervous sweat. Immediately his arms were around you, taking his own breath of your hair, chest expanding under your cheek.

“You’ll call me if you need anything?” you asked, and he hummed in agreement. Pulling away you searched his face, creased with nerves but you could also see soft confidence behind it all. 

“Kiss for luck?” you suggested, and his brief chuckle and bright smile preceded his mouth slotting to yours. You fit perfectly now, months of practice and care and love making a kiss always more than just a touching of lips. It’s an I believe in you, an I’m here for you, and I know you can do it. His mouth’s response is the same two words spoken over and over again: thank you.

That was hours ago, and the waiting is coming close to driving you insane. Deep down you knew he would pass, but the tiny kernel of fear that something would go wrong still lived in your stomach. Dirt and sunlight helped push it down for the time being.

You’re on your second bed, gloves abandoned so you could feel out the delicate roots of the infringing weed, when a slamming door startles you. Perking up out of the tomato plants, you listen. Footsteps are approaching, and quickly. Before you have a chance to stand the back screen door bursts open, and Frankie is practically leaping through it. He peers around before whipping his head to you, your head at waist level as you look up at him. You dare not react, waiting for what the next moment will bring.

Frankie smiles, and it’s sunshine after weeks of clouds.

“I did it,” he says breathlessly, and your own smile joins. 

“You did it,” you gasp, and a wash of relief threatens to spring tears to your eyes. “I knew…” you start to say, but Frankie interrupts by barreling you over and flattening you against the grass, shrieking laughter following. He crushes you in his arms, letting out his own fit of relieved laughter. You wind your fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck, letting him settle between your legs. 

“I’m so happy for you, Frankie,” you murmur into the top of his head, squeezing him tightly. He finally lets up his tight hold, planting both hands by your head to hover over you. His silhouette glows with the strength of the sun behind him, and he descends to kiss you slowly, languidly, parting your lips to dip his tongue into your mouth and slide it against your own. He takes his time, peppering kisses along your neck and chest before returning to claim your mouth again.

“Couldn’t have done it without you,” he husks, coming down on his elbows so he can stroke your temple and watch you with an adoration you don’t feel you deserve.

“You did all the hard work,” you joke, kissing his thick thumb as he swipes it over your mouth. Shrugging and quirking a lopsided smile, he cups the back of your neck.

“True, you definitely don’t know how to fly a helo,” he snarks, and you giggle and push at his shoulder. “But you did keep me fed, and rested, and supported. I needed that, and it helped a lot.” The world shrinks down to just you and Frankie, tangled up on your lawn with ants probably crawling on your clothes and dirt crammed under your fingernails. You fit together so completely you can barely remember the life you had before him. 

“Screw it,” you say, taking his free hand and lacing your fingers together. “I was going to wait until after the celebration -” Frankie’s eyebrows shoot up at that, but you give him a ‘wait’ gesture so he holds his tongue. “- but I don’t want to wait another minute.” Frankie’s brow wrinkles, his thumb stroking against your skin absentmindedly. 

“I want you to move in with me.”

Frankie’s first reaction is a quick laugh, his confusion morphing to surprise, then happiness that warms you all over.

“I…shit, babe, yeah. Yeah I really want to move in with you.” He drops his head to touch your foreheads together, gathering you back into his embrace. “Want to walk in that door and never leave again,” he murmurs close to your ear. 

“Please do,” you whisper back. “Please never leave.”

“Never again.”

A quick text sent when Frankie finally lets you up brings the boys around for a much-needed celebration. Santi arrives first, carting a thirty rack of beer and a bottle of whiskey with a hasty bow tied around it. They talk low and warmly while you dump ice in a cooler and begin heating the backyard grill Frankie begged you to get. The idea of him out here during the summer, shirt sticking to his back as you watch him from a lawn chair, makes you smile secretly.

“Nice digs you got here, Ms Jackson, why don’t you ever host the shindigs?” Santi asks as he lopes over to greet you. 

“Maybe we will now that Frankie’ll be here more,” you say with a sly smile. Santi’s face lights up.

“You’re kidding me? Fish is finally moving in?” You wink at him.

“I guess we’re in it for the long haul now,” you joke, and after a laugh from Santi he pulls you into a hug.

“I’m so glad for you both. Frankie loves you so much, and we love you too,” he says, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“Love you too, Santi,” you say, crushed in his bracing hug. 

Benny and Will come a half hour later, Will with the grill supplies and Benny with an aloe plant.

“For the housewarming. Santi texted,” he says, handing it to Frankie. 

“You brought a fucking houseplant to a party?” Frankie asks with a raised eyebrow.

“It’s what you do when someone moves into a new place! You get them a plant!”

“I haven’t moved in yet, dipshit. Plus where the hell did you even get this?” 

You sweep in and take the aloe plant from Frankie, placing it on a side table near the front window.

“It’s lovely, Benny, thank you,” you placate, ending the ribbing with hugs for both the Miller brothers. 

“See, I told you,” Benny murmurs as you walk away stifling a laugh. 

The day winds into an evening on your porch, string lights illuminating everyone’s faces with a soft orange glow. You contemplate your backyard and where you might be able to add a firepit of your own, maybe some adirondack chairs. Will joins you in leaning against the railing as Benny rapid-fires questions about the test at Frankie.

“You know, we could all get used to this,” Will says, waving his bottle at the scene around you. “Maybe we switch off weekends. Make Frankie cook for a change.” You nod and sip at your beer, the glow of good food and conversation lifting the blanket of anxiety the last few weeks laid over your shoulders.

“I’d like that. I think Frankie would too,” you say. Will’s stoic expression cracks and one of the lucky smiles you pull out of him comes to the surface.

“Good, because I’m tired of Benny saying he’ll do cleanup and then fucking off,” he faux grumbles. You shake your head as Santi balances a box of grocery store brownies over to the table and swats Frankie’s hand away when he tries to snag one first.

“I think a little mess is worth it for all this,” you reply thoughtfully. Will hums in agreement.

Santi, Will and Benny leave earlier than you thought they would, most barbecues ending late in the evening. Though you think it might have been the pointed stares you catch Frankie doling out that urges them to take their leave early. 

You were just placing the last of the dishes in the sink when Frankie comes up behind you, tugging you away from the counter and scooping you up in his arms and towards the bedroom.

“Ohhh, so this is why you practically swept our friends out the door,” you whisper in his ear, nipping at the lobe playfully. He groans low in his throat before tossing you onto the bed, following quickly to pin your wrists above your head, hips slotted between your thighs. 

“I don’t hear you complaining,” he teases, nosing down your jaw and neck before leaving a hot kiss at the base of your throat. “Been wanting to celebrate just the two of us for hours.” 

“Could have celebrated before the boys got here,” you flirt back, wrapping your legs around his waist to feel his hardening cock against you. He buries a little moan in your chest as he licks underneath your neckline. 

“Not enough time,” he murmurs, lifting back up to look you in the eyes. His pupils are blown out with need, lips parted and tongue peeking out to taste your salt on his skin. “I want to take my time ruining you in our bed, sweetheart.” The thrill of his emphasis on our makes you roll your hips against him. “Want to break this headboard so I can make you a new one,” he chuckles darkly.

“Soon,” you placate before rolling him onto his back, the oomf of surprise his only protest as you straddle his narrow hips and press down on his broad chest. “But tonight, I want you to lie back and enjoy yourself.” The rumble that reverberates through his chest tingles down your spine and into the cradle of your hips, making you grind against him again. “And to start, I’m going to undress you.”

Your fingers slide under Frankie’s band shirt, skimming along his soft stomach as he tenses below you. His smile twists into the playful wicked one he brings out when he’s letting you have your way but will take control back any minute. Hands kneading your thighs, he drinks in your visage as you tease his shirt over his head. When he tries to bring his hands back to your hips you press them beside his head.

“I said this was about you tonight, handsome,” you tut, draping your body along his thrumming one below you. Pinning his hands in the pillow, you kiss along his scruffy jawline, burying your nose in his wild curls and brushing your lips along the shell of his ear.

“You’re going to keep your hands here, and let me finish undressing you. Then I’m going to ride your gorgeous cock until you can’t stand it any longer and you cum hard for me.” 

Frankie honest-to-goodness whines and the sound, so foreign coming from his throat, makes arousal pulse dangerously in your cunt. You’re so used to him driving the show, being the one in charge of your pleasure, that this reversal is making a heady sort of power go to your head. You roll your clothed core against his straining erection slowly, the friction eliciting a raspy gasp.

“Is that a yes, gorgeous boy?” you tease, and Frankie’s groaned yes makes you clench against his waiting cock. Sitting back up on his trim hips, Frankie does indeed keep his hands by his head, but grips the soft folds of the pillow. Another rock of your hips has him squeezing his eyes shut and sinking his teeth into his bottom lip, and you’re absolutely soaked as he weakly thrusts up against you.

“Baby, you feel so good,” he croaks out, already wrecked and your slow progression kicks into overdrive. You swing your leg off his hips and quickly unbutton and unzip his jeans. Two taps to his hip has him lifting them so you can tug the denim down his tense thighs. Your mouth waters as he lays bare before you, eyes peeling back open to watch you with curiosity and lust.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so beautiful, taking charge. Love you like this,” he pants, the glistening head of his cock thumping against his stomach and leaving a wet stain below his bellybutton. The urge to claim Frankie, to feel him beneath your teeth and listen to more of those delicious sounds takes over. Leaning over, you sink your teeth gently into his thigh, lapping your tongue over the fast-disappearing grooves you leave.

“Oh shit, baby, fuck, fuck me, that feels so…” Frankie dissolves into another low groan as your mouth explores the oft-neglected flesh, hand wrapping around his cock to pump him slowly as you taste his skin. One particularly daring suck on his inner thigh, similar to the hickies he’s left between your legs, makes him shake and shudder so hard you store that spot away for later.

“Baby, baby, please let me feel you. Want to open you up for me, sweetheart, get you ready for my cock, god fuck baby, I’m so fucking hard, you’ve got me so goddamn hard for you,” Frankie starts to babble, hips rolling into the slow channel of your hand as your mouth skims along its path to the aching tip of his cock. When you look up at him, Frankie’s mouth is dropped open in silent amazement, eyes half-lidded and a sheen of sweat gathering at his throat. His arms are corded with tense muscles as he fists his hands beside his head, fabric creaking in his grip

“Good boy,” you croon, and the deep flush that brings to his complexion makes him even more beautiful. You smile sweetly up at him before sliding as much of his cock into your mouth as you can take.

“Ohhhhh fuck,” Frankie moans as you liberally coat him with your spit, dragging it down his length and suckling at his plush tip as he lets multilingual curses drip from his lips. You can feel his balls pulling up fast, his eyes rolling back at the speed his orgasm is approaching, and just as you sense him coming to the point of no return, his toes curling and back bowing, you grip the base of his cock and take your mouth off him.

Frankie’s vocalizations are barely short of a roar, rough gasps and growls as you stave off his orgasm. His eyes flick down to capture yours and oh, this is a side of Frankie you love. Roiling with sexual energy, desperate to rut and fuck and pound into your waiting cunt. You love that you’ve brought this side out all by yourself.

“Ready for me to fuck you, Francisco?” you purr, a very different fuck yes coming through clenched teeth this time. It takes all of a moment to straddle his hips again, fishing a condom out of the bedside drawing and rolling it on him with practiced ease before pumping his thick wet cock just at your entrance. There’s a brief flash of concern on his face, grip loosening in the blankets.

“Baby, let me get you ready for me,” he murmurs, a hand drifting down to your folds. Before he can touch you shoot him a stern look, halting his progress. 

“Hands. By. Your head,” you order in staccato, waiting for him to comply. “As much as I love how thorough you are before giving me your fucking perfect cock…” You pause just long enough to seat his head inside you, your arousal and saliva slicking the way beautifully. “...I want to feel every inch of you stretch me out, Frankie. Want to feel so stuffed with you I can barely breathe. That okay with you, baby?” you ask. A third, weak yes is what begins your descent.

You thought it might be harder to take him, your cunt too tight around his thick length, but you’re practically dripping with arousal, and the stretch of him inside you is a blooming of pleasure. Shallowly fucking yourself, you finally engulf him fully in your heat.

“Oh fuck, fuckfuckfuckfuck, shit baby, you’re so fucking tight, are you okay? Oh my god, I’m gonna…I’m barely inside and I’m gonna…fuck, baby, you’re gonna have to get off, it’s too good, I’m gonna cum if you don’t…” Frankie begs, eyes scrunched shut and mouth hanging open as he pants and squirms between your thighs. You’ve never felt so beautiful and powerful than this moment, Frankie pleading beneath you as you hold his pleasure in the palm of your hand.

“Francisco,” you coo, pressing down harder on his hips to pin him to the mattress. “You’re going to have to wait until I tell you to cum. I’m going to have my fill of you first.” His shuddering breath lets you know he’s trying his best. When he finally opens his eyes and looks at you, your wicked smile shoots his eyebrows into his curls.

“Oh fuck,” he gasps before you start fucking him in earnest. 

You’ve ridden Frankie’s cock many times before, but he always likes to hold your hips, your waist, fondle your thighs and breasts as he thrusts up into you, giving you a modicum of control before wrecking you from below. Now, he’s shaking and writhing in waves of pleasure as you give and take in equal measures. His head drags past that perfect soft spot inside you, your fingers itching to rub your clit but intent on making Frankie fall apart first. He’s so close, neck straining as he simultaneously chases his peak and staves it off, his eyes questioning and locked on your lips. The flex of his stomach, the bulge of his biceps, veins standing out on his hands as he holds on for dear life, all make you rush to give him what he wants. You could never deny Frankie for long.

“You want to cum gorgeous?” you pant, the exertion beginning to burn in your thighs but the buttery wetness too addicting to stop. 

“Please, baby, I want…” Frankie moans, a deep grind inside your cunt knocking the words from his mouth. “Please, please, please baby.”

Your heart swells, dropping down to lick into Frankie’s mouth as he chases your kiss hungrily. 

“You can cum, baby, been such a good boy for me,” you whisper. Frankie moans into your mouth and pistons his hips up and into the sucking clutch of your cunt. It knocks the air out of you, arching your back and slamming back against him to drive him deeper.

“Baby please, want to cum with you on my tongue. Climb up, climb up, climb up,” Frankie growls, hands finally releasing from the pillow and wrapping around your thighs. With a grunt he pushes you up his chest as he slides down until his mouth is devouring your cunt. 

“Frankie, shit baby, wanted you to cum inside,” you try to say, but he’s sucking at the wet mess of your folds and lashing his tongue against your clit so fast you can’t help but rock on his face. One hand releases your thigh and you hear the elastic snap of the condom being ripped off. The slick sounds of him stripping his cock behind you pulls your orgasm to the surface, Frankie’s own so close behind you can almost taste it as sharply as he’s tasting you.

“Cum on my face, sweetheart, need it,” Frankie growls between your legs, wild brown eyes and a flash of teeth all you can see before he sucks your clit into his plush mouth and tongues messy thick patterns that pull you over the edge.

You’re vaguely aware of Frankie’s own moans, the wet spurt of cum painting your ass and lower back. Miraculously, your hands find the headboard so you don’t crush him as you rock and shudder on his waiting mouth. When you can open your eyes again, Frankie’s head is tossed back on the pillow, hands splayed on your thighs and squeezing the soft flesh between his fingers. 

“Fuck, that was so good baby,” Frankie rasps, torso rolling underneath you as he flips you on your back. You go willingly, limbs only able to flop gracelessly to the mattress as Frankie crawls up to your level. 

“We’re celebrating, aren’t we? Had to make it special,” you chuckle as Frankie drags you into his arms, yours and his cum making you sticky in the sheets. You’ll have to change them tomorrow. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever had a moment with you that wasn’t special,” Frankie murmurs, cupping your cheek and softly kissing you, the taste of you still bright on his tongue. 

“Oooh, that was smooth,” you huff, but it barely stops the soft exchange of lips and breath. 

“Better get used to it, I’m going to be around a lot more now,” Frankie teases. His smile betrays how happy that makes him. “Anything I should know before we’re officially roommates?” You roll your eyes, curling one of his brown locks around your fingers.

“Wednesdays are my show nights, and you are not allowed to change the channel,” you say sternly, the twinkle of mischief glistening in his eyes. “There is always a pint of ice cream in the back of the freezer. And,” you say, snuggling in closer to his expanse of warm, soft skin that always belonged in this bed with you, “I want you to kiss me good night and good morning.”

Frankie’s gaze softens, stroking the apple of your cheek with his thumb as your eyes pull shut.

“I can do that.”

END

The story continues in Callback

#francisco morales x f!reader #francisco morales x reader #francisco morales x you #frankie morales x f!reader #frankie morales x you #frankie morales fic #frankie morales x reader #francisco catfish morales x f reader #catfish morales x reader #triple frontier fanfic #triple frontier fic #triple frontier fanfiction #lj's 500 follower celebration #sw!frankie #prolix fics

[fluttershywheresheshouldntbe]

SCP #417734547

Rating: Keter (attempts to contain last at most 19-20 hours, method of escape unknown). Mostly peaceful and sometimes apologetic upon containment, though it has acted dangerously at times.

Containment Procedure: Upon being spotted by civilians/the public, an alert is spread over social media site “tumblr”, though awareness of alert varies depending on severity of location it is spotted in, as well as other unknown factors. Forces then identify location and retrieve for storage. Specialty restraints for wings and hooves have been made, but were abandoned after observation that subject is almost always seated and seems to dislike flight. Cell is made to feel “homey” in attempts to coax it into staying, tea and the like provided, but subject always disappears and ends up in another incongruous locale, though rarely it has ended up in the same location more than once.

Description: Subject is a winged horse (Pegasus) with a yellow coat with brown patterns, a pink mane and tail, and large green eyes as well as dark green lashes. Subject is almost always seated, though implicitly moves when unobserved. Subject’s actual size is approximately 2 inches in all diameters, with an inch long tail. However, this size is known to shift to better suit the given environment it ends up in. Subject seemingly displays teleportation abilities, given the range of locations it travels in short periods of time. It has occasionally traveled through time and dimensions as well, with minimal interference detected to the space-time continuum. Subject is capable of being photographed, though videos seem to have issue with capturing movement (same pose is maintained even as angle shifts. Some form of hovering or telekinetic travel?). Teleportation has a tendency towards incongruity with subjects appearance, often appears in dangerous situations and almost never with similar creatures (Notable Exception SCP 9-913). Subject has been attacked and even injured, but seems to heal quickly as these injuries never remain during next manifestation.

Notable Incidents: Subject has on 3 occasions acted seemingly dangerously. 4th of July Incident (minor property damage, seeming political motivation), Incident Regarding Colorado Town (complete nuclear winter, no survivors. Seeming political motivation, as town was notably bigotry heavy), and 9/11 Copycat Incident (Property Damage but lack of casualties. Subject seemed especially confused how it ended up in the plane and surrendered willingly). Colorado incident especially notable as source of nuclear weaponry was never identified though, due to nature of the town, investigation was not considered a priority.

Testing Log: Incidents seemingly happen at consistent times twice daily. Subject has been interviewed regarding teleportation and manifestation capabilities but conversation regarding ability is prone to dead ends and distraction without conclusion. Subject has also willingly been tagged with tracking technology, but this does not travel alongside it during incidents and is therefore unreliable. Subject is seemingly incapable of invoking teleportation unless under extreme peril, and even then ability is inconsistent due to its nervous temperament. Known incidents of teleportation/activity have been documented, archived, and tagged for ease of access on alert blog. Monitoring is continued, but due to general lack of danger is not considered high priority outside of maintaining congruity and safety of subject.

#fluttershy where she shouldnt be #mlp #fluttershy #scp #scp foundation #if there is not an entry by the time i publish this you all have every right to laugh at and cajole me #im leaving that tag there so you all know i made the edit on like the 8th and only now on the 26th have i written the actual log

[renegade-skywalker]

about me ~ my writing

my (old) poetry blog my cats🥰 ginger tabby: Kaito, 3 years old white&black: Chani, 6 years old white&grey tabby: Finn🌈2016-2022 (little love of my life) BG3/Gale x Tav fics (AO3 links)

Home is Wherever I'm With You

Another Night With You

Let Me Count the Ways

Experiments in Idle Pleasures

Forgive Me

Submission and Surrender

Sweetness of a Waking Dream

Heat of a Stolen Moment

A Soft Proposal

One of Many Mornings

Tav/OC Meta

Merit Meadowlark 1/2/3/4/5

Lyric/Durge 1/2

Kotor 2 / Atton x Exile fics (AO3 links)

On Call

A Fool's Wager

The Scoundrel and the Jedi

Best Left Unsaid

The Calm Before the Storm

Before You Go (Prompt: "I fucked up")

"You'd hate it here,"

"There are those who wage war, and those who follow them."

"Figured I'd find you here,"

Other Kotor 2 Fics

Out of the Abyss (my ~400k+ word still-ongoing magnum opus lol) (AO3)

A Curious Thing (this is Mira/Brianna but Atton/M!Exile is still implied; completed) (AO3)

Ghost in the Machine (rebuilding HK-47, Revan reveal) (AO3)

Dragon Age fics (older ones are on AO3, c. 2014)

What You Take With You (DA2, multi-chapter, in progress, Carver/Merrill)

The Rains of Highever (DA:O one shot, vengeful Cousland, POV Morrigan)

The Splendor of Lost Hearts (DA:I multi-chapter, completed. Blackwall character study)

more under the cut!

SW fics/meta/prompts (older, pre-2018) (AO3 links)

Warm (Finn/Rey)

Midnight Flight (Finn/Rey)(link is to the final chapter on tumblr but the post includes an entire fic directory and the AO3 link(s))

Fatal Flaw (Bodhi Rook/Galen Erso character study)

Like My Mother Before Me (Luke and Padme character study)

A Heavy Inheritance (Leia and Padme character study)

What I Meant to Tell You (Finn/Rey)

Free (Finn character study)

Random Kotor/SW meta posts

"Well he definitely gets that from me," (my most popular post for some reason...)

thoughts on kotor 2/TLJ/Atris and the Jedi

I'm a Mira/Brianna truther at heart

Vader recognizing Padme and himself in Leia

Luke Skywalker feels

Revan vs the Jedi Exile and the kotor-era Jedi Order

Kreia thoughts

Mical/The Disciple Appreciation Post

More Mical love

How Atton factors into Kreia's end game plan

Why Finn and Rey should have been co-leads in the sequel trilogy

My AO3 (all of my stuff is site-locked btw so you'll need to be logged in to see it all)

❤️ttfn :)

#pinned post #my writing #bg3 #star wars #kotor 2 #gale x tav #atton x exile #fan fiction #about me

[zot3-flopped]

Harry would literally hate you! You are the complete opposite of what he believes in. He is all about love, and you are nothing but hate. POST THIS!!

Harry is bored on a long-haul flight. He logs onto Tumblr for the first time in ten years and checks his tag. He finds posts from Sea, Letdown, Nothing, Portrait. Posts dripping with venom and bitterness.

Harry is mildly shocked and wonders where the hate posts for the other 1d men are. Surely they can't be universally adored on Tumblr? Even Louis? He searches Louis' tag and opens a blog called zot3-flopped. He reads a few posts and bursts out laughing. Finally, people have noticed what thugs Louis and Zayn are! He likes how supportive the blog is of his relationship with Taylor and its scepticism about the many fandom conspiracy theories. He scans the posts for another ten minutes with a smile on his face, and then he logs off and starts watching a film.

#this is how Harry would react to the blog #if you think he likes Louis and Liam and Zayn you are sorely mistaken #zot3-flopped #blog post

[rainderthesomeone]

Progress.

Hakora are a species of flying bird like reptile originating from the Niem********* system and home world, they come in a variety of warm colors, most common pale and dark green, but there have been some documented in mint colors, they have a wingspan of over 25 feet, with a body mass of 19 pounds, with hollow bones making them incredible light and agile while in flight, these elegant creatures tend to be very social but elusive creatures in the wild, though domesticated like a Bantha or Fathier these animals are quite wild and aggressive if not approached correctly, these animals share a common ancestor from the planet dur******.

Infants are about the same size as a Kowakian Monkey-Lizard or newborn Bantha, Babies are unidentifiable from gender until puberty where they display there parents characteristics.

Females are more robust than males and more heavily armored, this is for fighting over nesting grounds and territory.

Males have long elegant forward facing horns which are used for jousting rivals and any enemy, males are more agile in the air.

not much is known about how long they can live for but the inhabitants and elders of Neim****** believe they can live for 100s of years, some Elders believing them to be immortal and have a connection to varies religious beliefs on the planet.

Exotic Species exploration log 1 22 BBY.

(breaking mystery and cosplay here, this is a species for a story concept I have been working on since I was in 8th grade lol, probably gonna make a separate blog for this series, this story has taken a lot of time to make, I have a tone of concept art for it and concept story plots, and I found one that i am happy with, bringing some new ideas and feelings to the Star wars community, gonna take a while to cook since im already working on a project, but once im done with it ill work on this but for now heres a little teaser, this species is also free to use so if anyone wants to use it go ahead just ask for premission :) )

here's the English version.

many big ideas Ill slowly reveal each month and year.

#star wars #star wars original species #star wars fan series #concept art #concept ideas #art #digital art #sketches #star wars original story #star wars fanart

[adanseydivorce]

Was tagged by @sergeantpixie <3

Last song: Backseat by Prelow

Favorite color: purple!

Currently watching: 

rewatching TVD next up is 5.10 I am enjoying this chunk of s5 more than I remember so that’s nice, rewatching The Magicians for unauthorized rewatch event but behind in the schedule by like 5 eps because live-blogging slows me down I’m on 1.09. 

And for first time watch I’m still watching Succession I’m on 2.07.

Last movie/show: 

movie: my final project for a global lit class I’m taking is on arguing fairy tales that are retold across cultures and time can be considered global texts so I’m focusing on interpretations of the Red Shoes as well as some general articles and essays about the concept itself and on specific retellings, so I just watched the 2005 South Korean horror film called The Red Shoes and a few days before that I saw the 1945 British film (the other adaptation I’m working with is Dark and Deepest Red by Anna-Marie Mclemore which is the book that gave me the idea for the project again Anna-Marie Mclemore is great and you should all read their books tbh psa). tl;dr South Korean horror film called The Red Shoes which was pretty cool. 

show: The Vampire Diaries because I rewatched 5.06 through 5.09 last night after getting back to my dorm from break (and I saw the movie on the flight back)

Spicy/Savory/Sweet: spicy and sweet but I had sweet more recently so atm spicy

Last Google Search: tumblr.com log in lmao

Tagging (as always don’t have to do this unless you want to): @lovemineallmine @madwomanwithawarehouse @meredithbeckham @medusasgays @retiredficwriter @pinkhysteria @bisexualdawnsummers @layla-carstairs anyone else who wants to do this

#s speaks #tag meme

[scottykarve]

About a month ago, I took a trip to Australia and met up with Ted while he was in the ward. I, against the instruction of the staff, recorded our interaction, but the audio was completely garbled. Gibberish to anyone but Ted and I, probably. Don’t use a spy pen from a happy meal if you plan to actually hear it back. Luckily, with my supreme memory assisted by what little I could hear, I was able to write out this thing. I guess transcribing audio logs is all tumblr’s good for? I wasn’t going to post it, but Ted was right, someone can probably make use of anything. So here, if this connects any dots, use it.

[Clicking sound, audio starts. Bitcrushed throughout, with intermittent loud plasticky sounds.]

Ted: Uh.

Me: Hi. Scott, um, karvingwood. Scott Kulver. I decoded the shit on the blog.

Ted: Right, right.. You- you’re American, though. How did you-?

Me: It was an expensive flight. Can I ask you some questions?

Ted: [pause, slightly incredulous huff] Slow down, I think I have some questions first? How did you find me? Why did you find me?

Me: Oh, easy, I asked the Star person on your tumblr. I needed to talk to you, so if I could just?- [the ‘wub wub’ sound paper makes when you flap it]

Ted: Fine, get on with it.

Me: Thanks. So, firstly- [pause, reading from notes I had] … Um, in ‘January’, the video doesn’t glitch when [hesitation] the Tall Guy’s around. What’s up with that?

Ted: I cou-

Me: Talk into the pen please.

Ted: Is that a mic-? ..eh, okay. I couldn’t tell you. I didn’t edit the video. Mmmaybe it had something to do with Virus? That was the first time I’d filmed meeting Him with the mask on. Maybe it interfered, or He just chose not to corrupt it.. Who knows.

Me: Okay, cool. Speaking of Virus, what is it like wearing, uh, him?

Ted: Like a buff in a video game. Invincibility or immunity or something. I don’t get tired, I don’t need to eat, I can be in His presence without feeling sick. It catches up when I take it off, but..

Me: When orr where did you get it?

[six seconds of silence]

Me: Oookay. New line of questions. When did you start seeing Ezra?

Ted: I was 18, so, uh.. God, must’ve been 2022? Early in the year. Kit recommended I ask to see her when I was getting diagnosed with depression. Said she was a great listener, stopped listening when they turned 20, for some reason, so they stopped going. Always felt like there might’ve been more to it. I wasn’t having the same issues, so I just.. kept seeing her.

Me: Kit.. I like the Murphys. Nice ride over.

Ted: Wh- you met them?

Me: Oh, yeah, Kit drove me here. Might see Freyja tonight. We saw a cat on the way, cute black one with just the biggest moon eyes. Reminded me of your little lady. Anyways,-

[quiet huff/sigh noise from Ted]

Me: -speaking of Ezra, [gesturing at arm] what’s the symbol been doing for you?

Ted: Fuck all, as far as I’m concerned. He shows up more frequently than I remember, but that’s probably just because the.. Yknow. Things keep on dropping. He’s like a vulture, just… showing up when something dies to take it.

Me: Mm. And your arm, how is it? Healing up?

Ted: It’s.. fine, I guess. The nurses replaced the bandages to make sure it can heal properly.

Me: Sick, good. That’d be a sweetass scar, but yknow. So the staff’s been treating you fine, I take it.

Ted: There’s a group of nurses I really don’t vibe with, but they keep their distance if I’m not alone.

Me: Makes sense. So, um, on the subject of bodies. [voice lowers] How did you start with the sacrifices?

Ted: [sound of chair scooting back] Jesus christ, say that any louder?

Me: Sorry.

Ted: [voice also lowers] …Look, I’m not going to give you advice on culty killing sprees or anything. The first one was an accident. Kind of. A bird. Swung at it, killed it, and when I found it in my suitcase of all places.. I offered it up, and He sure as shit showed up to take it.

Me: Mm. Has He showed up at all while you’ve been here?

Ted: Yeah, a few times. A few patients, uh.. [lowering voice again] A few nurses have died since I’ve been here. Not my work, I swear to god, but He’s taking them like they’re more sacrifices. Lucky me. There, um.. Three of them. Clearly not natural causes, either. One’s head was caved in, one had their throat slit, and.. And one was bleeding from the face. Something isn’t right here but if I can keep my head down I can get the fuck outta here. Last thing I need is to end up like them.

Me: I’d break you out if I could. [soft laugh]. Well, thanks for, um, your honesty. [chair scooting back sound] It was nice to meet you, Ted! [sound of notebook closing] I’m sure we’ll be-

[clicking sound, audio end]

#teds a great listener #would love to go back under less hospitalized conditions

[bunni-3]

10/19/23 - Liquid fast !!!

I want to log my fasting experience in my tumblr blog for future references :

Note to self - don’t give up !

6:00 am : Doing good for right now. I’ve so far had a regular monster (230 cals)

9:45 am : I’ve had coffee. The milk was almond milk (60 cals). There was also creamer (60 cals). Not good calories :(

I’ve done no exercise except for leave my house and climb a flight of stairs.

12:00 pm : Currently making brownies but not eating a single one. I want to test my control. I love baking and have been doing it for the past 2 weeks. I don’t work at a bakery though.

I’m drinking another monster. This time it’s a white zero calorie one. I’ve so far had 2 bottles of water (16.9 fl oz each).

4:30 : We’re good so far. Ive had some of my white monster (0 cals). Im drinking a coffee from Starbucks. Just regular with milk. It may be 80 calories.

#ana shit #ed not ed sheeran #notprojustusingthetags #tw ana shit #th1nsp1ration #pro a4a #th1n$po #ana trigger #thinspø #small$po

[prozac]

look at this cool as fuck skin i got <- using your platform to brag

You should just log into my blog whenever you delete to post your flight rising wins

#Inbox #Im obsessed w this skin

[sisi-learns-languages]

About Me!

Hello again, Langblrs! It sure has been a minute and a lot has changed since I last logged in! I’ve made a few posts already since I’ve gotten back into studying Russian, but I’m not going to get ahead of myself. Let’s start with the basics:

I’m Sisi (see-see), I’m 25 years old, and I live in the northeast USA. I’ve studied languages in school and autonomously for as long as I can remember. I graduated from college in 2021 with two Bachelors Degrees— one in Political Science and the other in Spanish. During my time at my university, I took classes in Spanish (of course, it was one of my majors), French, Arabic, Italian, and German. Outside of my university, I have studied Russian and Norwegian. I was fortunate enough to study abroad during undergrad as well, so I spent a good portion of 2019 in Granada, Spain perfecting my Spanish to fluency.

Fast forward a few years, I am now a Flight Attendant with the #1 airline in the US and I couldn’t be happier. I have traveled everywhere— North America (I just saw the Aurora Borealis in Alaska!), Central and South America, Africa, Europe, Asia, anywhere you can imagine! I get paid to see the world which has always been a dream of mine. Traveling and interacting with people of various backgrounds, cultures, and languages has been the best experience of my life.

Now more personally, I am vegan! I care deeply about the earth and ALL its inhabitants— every life holds the same value. This sentiment of total equality carries through to my political and world views as well.

Well, that’s pretty much the general gist of who I am. I promise I’m not intimidating so please feel free to pop into my inbox and introduce yourself— I love language-learning buddies! This will be a Russian langblr but I will gladly follow/interact with profiles of any of the languages I’ve mentioned I’ve studied as I can always use more practice!Sorry for the long post, I just wanted to put a persona behind this blog for all of you. I’m happy to be a part of the langblr community!

-S

#about me #follow #langblog #langblr #language #language nerd #languages #polyglot #bilingual #like #multilingual #russian studyblr #russian resources #russian class #russian #russian lang #russian language #about myself #blog intro #introduction #introduce yourself

[cloudymindddd]

Day 27 Food Log

Breakfast:

Blueberry green tea (0)

Biscoff cookie (70)

Lunch:

Sleep hehe

Dinner:

Pesto and spinach flatbread pizza (620)

2 tbsp ranch (70)

Total Calories: 760

Exercise: walk 3 miles -311

Net calories: 449

Superrrr happy with today! I worked an all nighter flight and got home at 9:30 am so I then slept most of the day which only gave me time to eat one meal 😍 I also have to wake up at 2:30 am for my trip tomorrow sooo off to drink my sleepy time tea and girl blog until I fall asleep. Stay skinny babes 💫

#ed not ed sheeran #tw ed diet #st4rv1ng #⭐️vation goals #tw ana diary #i need to ⭐️ve #ana meal #4n0r3xia #ana trigger #mealsp0