#the lake between us

[nerdieforpedro]

Part Four of “The Lake Between Us”

What you look like during the day

Ezra AU x plus size OFC (Moonbeam)

This fic/blog is 18+ MDNI

Word Count: about 1.2k

Summary: Our nurse and reformed scoundrel meet in person. Are things the same as when they watch each other at night? Could it be better or worse?

Warnings: Ezra is his own warning, verbal sparring (someone did lose), HANDS (a Pedro character special)

Notes: Did I wait (stall more like it) in finally giving Ezra more than a line or two of speech? Yeah I did. I wanted to make sure it sounded like him to me and hopefully to you all as well. They've finally met after three parts. 😆 To be fair, I did say slow burn. 🔥 Simmering like some gumbo maybe? (Nerdie with the bad joke and we are complete. 😎)

Main Masterlist / Ezra Masterlist / The Lake Between Us Series / A03 link

Now a month and a half out from their initial meeting, they’ve had yet to speak face to face. Ezra has just finished giving another tour of the bayou. Regalling tourists with the history of it along with New Orleans with his expressive flair. He’s in the process of meeting up with the manager to get his check for the week. Today is friday so he’s going to go to the bank after this per his normal routine.

He recalls that black poofy tresses that he often saw from beneath the purple bonnet at night. They were tied up in a high ponytail. The same legs that rocked in the chair at night were across from him speaking to some basic looking man and a smile upon her face along with a child. Was she married? Was the child hers? For her to be out every night their relationship or marriage couldn’t be a happy one right? But she walks away with the child and speaks to a woman who takes the child as they begin to walk away. Maybe the woman is her girlfriend? The soft pink of her dress covered what was normally visible to Ezra at night. He was able to see that her skin was indeed the sensual caramel he thought it had been and the scoop neck of casual wear exposed the very tops of her breasts. The full lips were a brownish pink on closer inspection and her glasses were blue not black, an easy mistake to make in the dark. The most startling to him was her eyes. A sweet shade of honey hugged her pupils which formed her irises. He sees her waving at the woman and the child as they leave, so maybe they’re not together? Enough of this, he needed more facts and less speculation.

The business with the manager is quickly concluded and he jogs over to her, unable to move too fast in his hip waters. He’s wearing black suspenders and a white t-shirt that’s become semi-transparent from the heat. His chest is visible as you hear a voice say, “Greetings from across the lake, the daylight suits you as well. My name’s Ezra.” That’s how you knew who he was once you turned. The patch was indeed blonde and his beard patchy but it suited him. A roguish smile appeared on his face as he spoke and his hands were on his hips. His skin was indeed a smooth copper, partly from the sun and from his own tone. The chest that you’d seen at night was even more impressive during the day with biceps to match, flexed as he stood. Your feet carried you until you were a foot away from him. The tall waters looked to be slightly big on him, but his long legs still had his hips above the tops of them and he had a soft middle. The only part of the man that could be called cute besides his nose, large but the shape was pleasing to your eyes.

“Good afternoon neighbor. It’s good to finally see you up close. The sun has been kind to you too.” You half-joked. The freckles were something you hadn’t seen and you wondered how it would feel to trace your fingers over them and if they formed their own constellation. You told him your name and he repeated it twice to make sure he had it correctly, when you nodded, he extended his hand presumably for a handshake. Ezra’s hands hadn’t looked that large from your spot on your porch but up close, they eclipse yours as you shake his hand, making sure you’re giving him a strong grip but not your hardest. There was a smirk that formed on Ezra’s face as he let go of your hand, his calloused fingertips touching your palm. You gasped from the tickle and his smirk grew, your eyes lingered on his hands for a moment curious what was so funny, though you knew. He was gauging your reactions. Squinting your eyes, you gave him a slight frown, “something funny Ezra? I have been told I’m funny but I don’t believe I’ve done anything comical yet.”

The confidant look on his face remained, “We just met and I’m already being accused of something? Not unusual, but still a bit hurtful my dear.” He placed most of his weight on his right leg and ruined his left foot and knee outward, despite the hip waters, it was still quite a sight and exposed what they had been covering up. Your eyes flipped down and the back up to his face where his smirk had widened. This man…you cleared your throat and exhaled. “I think we can come to some accommodation that would mend my bruised ego.” Your arms crossed in front of you, shaking your head and on the verge of a laugh so you bite your lips though the side of your mouth still curve upward.

When you feel like you’re not going to chuckle, “What pray tell would you have me say or do to mend this fragile ego of yours Ezra? Mind you we just met in person less than five minutes ago.” You added with Ezra now being the one to try and not laugh. It was an entertaining game to see who would break first, you’re trying to keep up with him, but you’re not quite sure you can.

Putting his hands up as if he’s gotten caught, lowering his head and making his chocolate brown eyes sullen with a frown to complete the look. “Now I would never be so discourteous as to ask a luminous lady such as yourself to do anything untoward.” Your mouth is covered by your fist to hold it in. He’s purposely laying on the ham extra thick. “I think we should just start with sharing a drink on the same porch. Being a gentleman, I will come to you and may bring you dinner if you’d like an adventure of a culinary nature.” His request was along the lines of what you were going to ask anyway so you nodded and moved your hand away from your mouth to tell him yes, resting your chin on the back of your hand. Upon hearing your answer, he runs his hand along your arm that your jaw sits upon. The calloused pads of his fingers have your skin jolting with electricity, a breathy sigh escapes your lips as you watch him speak.

“My dear Seraphina, I am anticipating that my ego shall be fully repaired after our evening encounter. Lady’s choice of course.”

Ezra’s gaze is as heavy as his words. His meaning is not hidden from her and he’s left if it happens or not up to her. The time has been agreed to as well as the menu and location. It appears things are changing tonight, what will Seraphina’s choice be? She’s not one to shy away from an adventure or a challenge, not at this stage in her life. Both her arms drop and her hands land on her hips, and a smirk plays on her lips. Ezra’s fingers didn’t leave Sera’s arm, still strumming the pads of them along her forearm. “I’ll take you up on both your company and dinner. I’ll provide the drinks. I have rum and tequila, so I can stop by the store on the way home if you prefer something else. How’s seven sound to you?”

Part Three Part Five

Taste-testers of Ezra’s gumbo 🍤: @rav3n-pascal22 @maggiemayhemnj @morallyinept @survivingandenduring @bonezone44 @magpiepillsjunior @yorksgirl @gemmahale @missredherring @missladym1981 @alltheglitterandtheroar @megamindsecretlair @readingiskeepingmegoing @pedroshotwifey @tinytinymenace @inept-the-magnificent @vivian-pascal @jessthebaker

#pedro pascal characters #fanfiction #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #ezra prospect #Ezra prospect x ofc #Ezra prospect x plus size ofc #the lake between us #a Nerdie fic

[wisteriawatching]

One of my favorite things about Taylor's discography is the implicit acknowledgement that strong feelings are often contradictory (think about songs where the framing of an experience seems diametrically opposed to that of another song, e.g ATW and TVFN, AYHTDWS and IWYW, IFTYE and closure) and yet that makes them no less real or true.

This is why I go feral thinking about her radio silence after Adam Young responded to Enchanted. This is why I always bring up when she described making songs as "putting a picture frame around a feeling you once had." It's a snapshot, a moment that may be fleeting (and one that may endure or recur!).

The pain would(n't) be for evermore. It would've been fun if you would have been the one (I guess you never know). The road not taken may look real good, and I'll be yours for the weekend, but I'll go back to LA.

Taylor teaches us that feelings don't have to be permanent in order to merit attention, expression, or legitimacy. Happy free confused and lonely at the same time - they're all there in burning red.

#this is about jaime's anons arguing that her 'setting off' in the lakes is either predictive or 'fictional' #rather than allowing it to be an authentic feeling that she chooses not to act on because there are other parts of the puzzle #but it's so much more broadly applicable #there's a whole beautiful world in between the poles of ignoring our emotions and letting them rule us completely #ww

[perexcri]

you and i were fireworks that went off too soon - [byler week - day 4]

title from: fourth of july by fall out boy

dedicated to: the lake i lived next to in rural [STATE REDACTED] for 3/4 of my college years

It’s something that haunts him, of course.

It’s the colorful bursts of light he sees when he blinks too fast, the popping in his ears once the pressure builds up, a cool sluice of water against his ankles, and the slickness of forearms beneath his fingers. It comes to him in waves like the ones that lapped against the shore, cuts into the soles of his feet like the juts of limestone buried beneath the mud, invades his sinuses like the scent of dry, overgrown grass and burnt-orange pine needles blanketing the land.

Summer is usually the time of freedom, when the sun stays out far past when it should have gone to sleep and coaxes people out of their homes and into hazy, smoke-filled nights. The world is burning with color, the earth warm beneath his feet, and the hours trickle away in untamed drops of afternoon showers and the lingering blue wash of dusk. When he was younger, summer seemed the season of possibilities: for adventures, for discoveries, for reading new books and seeing new sights, for slipping from the cloak of shadows the rest of the year seemed draped in to finally embrace the warmth of life reignited in his chest.

Once, it had even felt like the possibility of something more.

Mike’s mouth drops into a scowl as he stares at the face of the lake. The book between his ribs and arm presses into his side just a little harder, his hands are shaking, and even after twelve years, he thought he’d be done with these pitiful twists of hope he feels every summer he returns here. He can make it down the main street of the town without worries, even if he does double-takes at every brunette he sees pass by in his car’s smudged windows, and he can make the winding trail down to the lakeside just fine. He can unlock his family’s summer home and breathe in its scent of musty sheets, stale coffee, and woodsmoke of vacations past. Hell, he can even toss his pile of books onto the kitchen table and listen to it groan under the strain of his literature Ph.D. program’s third year, a further reminder that time has passed and his life, for better or worse, has changed.

He’s always fine until he sees the ever-shifting face of the lake, how it mischievously gleams under both sun and moon. That’s when his heart convulses into these ugly, gut-mashing twists and his body gets forcibly wrenched back in time. 1999 dissolves around him like pixels on the screen of a video game being shut off, and suddenly, 1987 burns against his skin. His parents are in the lakehouse, there’s fireworks popping colors all across the sky, and the boy he’d seen around town the past few summers has his fingers tangled with Mike’s, and he’s tugging him towards the lake, his mouth flush with moonlight as he says, What’s the worst that can happen?

A lot, actually. Sometimes, you turn over a stone and discover something either wonderful or frightening, and it slips from your fingers before you have a chance to decide which one it is. Sometimes, the summer fades into the new school year, and there’s no way to contact the only person you’ve ever felt like this for, and when you come back the next year, he’s nowhere to be seen.

And now, he’s got nothing to show for it but the way his heart twists and turns inside the empty cavity of his chest, and the images that haunt the poetry he submits to the campus literary magazine: lakes frosted with moonlight, summer humidity pressing hot between chests and mouths, fingers curled into the damp fringes of hair, distant sparks of light that could be stars or fireflies, though the narrator is always too preoccupied to tell the difference.

He glowers at the lake and how it sucks all the light from the sun, steals its colors to shade water’s surface instead. The sky is growing dimly bruised with purples and magentas and oranges, the water burns scarlet from the light, and the navy cloth of night is quickly overtaking it all.

The book presses more forcefully into his side; it shakes. He’s twenty-eight, and he should be over this by now, but he can’t help that every time he sees the water, he thinks of how it tasted pressed between their mouths, or how slick it felt against the other boy’s skin, or the way they’d forcefully embraced after clambering back onto the shore, the other boy’s back crinkling into the reedy grasses of the shore, Mike sprawled on top of him, alternating between pressing his ear to the other boy’s warm chest to hear the racing pulse of his heart, or else tilting his head up to admire how the colors of light burst against the other boy’s skin and eyes. They rained on him in showers of colors Mike thinks couldn’t exist except for that summer, and how they shaded every single other moment they spent glued to each other’s sides after that. He’s twenty-eight, and he should be over this by now, but nothing beats the feeling of weightlessness that comes from falling, falling, falling down into love when you’re sixteen.

“This is stupid,” he mutters, which is something he tells himself a lot, but it’s mostly to remind himself that twelve years of a pitiful crush on a boy he knew for one summer are, in fact, a little ridiculous, and he’d been ridiculous to decide to do his summer research at his family’s old lakeside home. He’d been studying the Romantics the past three years, and for some reason, he thought this was his last chance at letting their wayward paths cross once more. At this point, it isn’t even about his own wish fulfillment–he simply needs peace, to press his fingers into the other person’s wrist and know he’s alive so they can say their goodbyes and part in peace.

The water laps against the shore, just a little closer to his battered sneakers.

“Stupid,” he repeats before forcefully tucking a chunk of his hair behind his ears, turning on his heels, and storming back to the comforting recesses of the lake house.

  Summer is the liquidity of time: he passes through the barriers of day and night, today and tomorrow with ease, sleeping at odd hours, poring over dusty volumes of poetry and diaries he’d checked out in haste from his university’s library. There’s more coffee than blood running through his veins, and when he goes outside, it’s only ever to drive into town to buy groceries or refill his car’s tank. He doesn’t look out the back windows at the lake, and he sure as hell doesn’t try to breathe in more of the musk of pine trees than he has to.

He’s safe, cocooned in his family’s old home, huddled under blankets against the frigid wash of AC he keeps steadily pumping through the vents. He hunches at the table, sprawls on the couch, curls up on the bed in languid fits of sleep, and the taste of undercooked pasta or frozen dinners becomes the all-too familiar fuel to his days of research, note-taking, and thesis writing.

When he does pull out his old weathered notebook of poetry, it’s only ever to scratch down a few lines in tired replication of the old greats: John Keats, Lord Byron, Pushkin. He used to go outside for hours and try to capture the endless summer delights in shoddy, amateur lyrics, but he knows better than to let his pens fall into those familiar strokes now, and he’s fine in the dusty corners and wilting walls inside, anyway.

All dependent variables are removed from the equation, and his summer becomes one of controlled focus: he will get this research done, and he will focus on the next stage of his life, and he will not, for any reason whatsoever, follow the pitiful tugs of his heart towards some vain hope that the other boy will remember, that he’ll show up again, that he’ll even want to come back to this lonely corner of the country on some vague inclination that Mike might be here, too.

  Except for one day in early July, when there’s a faint knock at the door that makes his head jerk up from the volume of Coleridge’s poetry he’s been mindlessly thumbing through. It’s as soft as a breeze off the face of the lake, and for a moment, he can almost convince himself he’d only misheard the breath of life around him.

Until there’s another, slightly louder, unmistakable staccato: knock knock knock.

He wrenches open the door and is met with hazel eyes he’d only ever had the courage to admire under the colors of fireworks, moonlight, and the last dying rays of summer sunsets. His hair’s been trimmed from the shaggy bangs he’d once worn, and it’s strange for it to be mid-summer and him to be clad in jeans and not shorts, a collared shirt and not a polo.

The volume of poetry slips out of Mike’s hand and falls, painfully, on the arch of his left foot.

“Is it really you?” he asks through a wince of pain.

Will grins, his face alight. “Yeah, it’s me.” There’s a beat, then, with a quirked eyebrow, he asks, “You remember?”

How could I not? Mike thinks, drinking in the matured features of the boy he only knew for a summer, now grown-up and full and alive.

Once more, summer becomes a time of possibility, and the love kept captive in Mike’s chest feels a little less small and derisive. He feels whole and electric, like he could dissolve into the brief flares of light and color of those fireworks from long ago.

For the first time in twelve years, the world seems blossoming, full of possibility, and when Mike reaches out, he’s greeted by that feeling of life beneath his fingers, a chance to know that this is real.

With a grin, he realizes that the possibilities are endless.

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the lake in question:

#byler #byler fic #bylerweek2023 #ficlet #summer love #anyway i highly recommend living next to a lake in rural [REDACTED] and staring at the water while the sun sets #also there was an lgbtq+ campground across the lake that used to play party music :D #anyway i would have had no ideas for this prompt if it weren't for remembering the lake so!! #also i feel like i could explore this idea a lot more #like it kinda ended where it was just beginning #hrrmmmm #thinking thoughts thoughting thinks #also sorry for weird spacing between a couple of sections #there's gonna be line breaks on ao3 but idk what im doing on this hellsite so!! have fun with that!!

[opens-up-4-nobody]

...

#there's something really beautiful about experiencing the weather patterns of a new place #where i live now. its not like where i grew up. not like the foothills of Appalachia but its more familiar than the Chihuahuan desert was #when i go home to ohio everythings so green. so green. unimaginably green and the towns are in the woods. the hills roll #and trees billow deciduous and packed so tightly the treeline is like a wall of plant matter. here there are trees but they are tall and #evergreen. patchy in places like shrubs in the desert. the grass grows green but also pale tan and dead. houses are routed in valleys #between mountains. they're made of wood and not stucco but they still look strange and the landscape is crumpled together tall. and there's #water. it rains. days can be dreary and gray with drizzle. i forgot what thats like. when a single low stratus cloud blocks out thewhole sk #and fog clings to the trees. my school bus used to drive by a lake where thr fog was so thick i didnt kno how the driver could see the road #but somehow i forgot how much joy suspended water vapor gives me living in a place where when it rains it pours so hard the streets flood #and the greedy ground drinks the landscape dry. but there are new things as well. here smoke rolls up over thr mountains and gets stuck in #the valleys so that the weather forcast reads: Smoke for days on end. im used to tornado warnings and heat warnings and dust storm warnings #but ive never expected Smoke as a type of weather. and im sure there's more to experience. ive only been here like 3 weeks. its not as gree #as home. the storms dont seem to get quite so violent. the woods are so full of bears that its an active threat. but its not the desert #and while ill miss the shapes of desert plants and little lizards. when i look up at the pine and spruce trees i feel like i can breathe a #little easier. well see how i feel once the long cold winter sets in haha #but i dunno. part of me still longs for a violent thunderstorm. one where u can feel the temperature drop and u csn feel it building all da #one that bends the trees and smells like ozone. it was never like that in thr southwest and im not sure that happens here #but maybe thats just a desire for chaos and violence as a product of my pathological internal control. i cant be spontaneous so let nature #bring the fear to me. some of my favorite memories are watching lightning strikes #so it goes i suppose #unrelated #listen. is it fucked up to have ohio nostalgia? maybe so. but in my defense i grew up in the pretty part of ohio lol

[mabelmidnight-takeover]

do people even understand that if benedict asks sophie to be his wife right away instead of his mistress there will be no plot? no growing from benedict's part? sophie doesn't want an illegitimate child and that's why she denies being his mistress. with benedict proposing to her from the get-go, what story would we have? sophie would probably never grow closer to the bridgertons in the same way she did while working for them, the whole set up of benedict giving up his privileges wouldnt exist. benedict asking sophie to be his mistress was never the problem, but him insisting and being inconsiderate to her while continuing to do so was.

#it's a vital part of their story and for us to know sophie #the lake scene and that happens after are one of my favorite parts of the book and it's specifically bc of the conflict #them wanting to be together but this thing being in their way was why we were able to see how strongly they needed each other #what kind of conflict we would even have if benedict never asked it #bc violet wouldn't dare come in between them #she said herself at the beginning of the book she'd let him marry a pauper if he wished so #the setup we've been getting with benedict in the tv show is been perfect #and would be even more when he finally faces the conflict of keeping his privileges for his sake or giving them up for sophie #we should be arguing about what would stop benedict from proposing to sophie after she first denies being his mistress instead #bridgerton #benedict bridgerton #sophie beckett #benophie #what* #im a strong believer that sophie would accept being his mistress if she wasn't illegitimate and only bc its benedict asking

[gottagobuycheese]

so tired, so cold, so totally worth the minor hypothermia

[Image ID: a faint photograph of the comet c/2022 E3 (ZTF), which appears as a vague greenish smudge with a slightly brighter central part. /end IF]

#out of context this is an extremely unimpressive picture lol #heck maybe even with context #but HOLY FREAKING MOLY #c/2022 e3 (ztf) #comet ztf #Cheese's personal molasses #THE J O U R N E Y TO GET THIS SMUDGY LITTLE THING PHOTOGRAPHED #the cold broke one of the clasps of the telescope's tripod so we had to shorten it all the way down and just sit on the cold lake deck #looking back and forth between an online simplified star chart the sky and the scope #meanwhile the moon is rising higher and higher and making everything brighter #so we're just taking random cool night pictures because even if we didn't manage to see the comet at least we got to see a cool night sky #then like an hour later my dad texts from 5 hours away asking if this one little tiny smudge in my housemate's picture is The One #then comparing everything we realize that that smudge is exactly where the comet's supposed to be tonight #so THEN we're both using the telescope at the same time trying to find this smudge #him with the tiny viewfinder and me through the main scope #many inadvertent head bumps #so he's telling me to move a little this way and that way to find specific stars #and I am totally guesstimating because his head's in the way of the viewfinder #but then we found it! #solidly smudgy and faintly green exactly where it was said to be #then trying to line up the phone camera with the telescope which is hard on a normalday but on a day with minimal light from the subject #darn near impossible #but by SHEER LUCK happened to snap this photo on the first try #we tried to get longer exposure afterward but couldn't manage it #fingers were frozen and couldn't see a thing and our other friend was freezing inside the car #so we had to bail #but WE SAW ITTTTTTTT #and now that we've found it I think it'll be easier to find in the future #dunno that I'll be able to line it up long enough for a longer exposure picture though #ahhhhh but I'm so satisfied right now you have no idea

[inniave]

finally got that second opinion surgery consultation scheduled. i'd thought well maybe i can get away without it but the pain is getting worse again :/ consult is mid-may so it's just a matter of pain & ptsd management until then

#though i think i'm doing a little better ptsd wise this time around because it's a woman doctor #which is still scary but not the same yk #she's the only woman jaw surgeon in town though???? i looked and looked and looked #there's like 20 men :/ #anyway #using every coping skill in my book #and i do have a nice little getaway planned at the state park between now & then so i'm looking forward to that #get to just sit and watch the lake #and i'm doing all my somatic trauma processing i can as the feelings/flashbacks/sensations come back #and hoping that maybe this can lead to a resolution of some of these things #even if it's hard #my brain will dissociate rather than deal with but we've done so much grounding work cant dissociate to same degree so kinda #being forced to actually process & work on #which is really fucking scary #but i know there will be an other side #and maybe things won't feel so heavy once we get there

[synonymroll648]

on one hand: i love me some good ol’ positive ‘fitz vacker + bodies of water’ fics /gen. 

on the other hand: twas a missed opportunity to not make the golden boy afraid of water. since water turns (impure) gold to rust (eventually), and all that. very fun metaphor opportunities slipped through canon’s fingers :(

#like. it would've made multiple parts of the books way more interesting!! having fitz panic in neverseen and nightfall because of all the #water? having fitz try and fail to not lose his mind during the breathing training scene thingy in lodestar? #having fitz get skiddish around everglen's lake? having the fight between alvar and fitz in flashback use the lake against fitz?? #fitz slowly realizing he's not pure golden boy and he never will be and slowly rusting away into someone new #that he originally views as lesser??? #come ON man. we were ROBBED #fitz vacker #extremely tempted to headcanon him as being scared of water and having to learn to tolerate/love it #would be even better if he learned that through keefe. since keefe fucking LOVES water #and would be like '!! you guys have a lake!! let's swim!!' and fitz would be trying to avoid an anxiety attack subtly and totally failing #and so keefe would help him get less and less scared of water bit by bit #so he's fine with it in canon now but pre-canon he wasn't #and maybe every time he sees water you can swim in he thinks of better days w/ keefe #and every time keefe sees fitz swim keefe wonders if he still thinks of him #but they never tell each other that #yeah nvm this is a headcanon close to my heart now lmao #it'd be so fun to experiment w/ in fics where keefe's a lifeguard or surfer or smth like that too!! #avery i am. i am looking at you #what are your thoughts on th #*this #kotlc #keeper of the lost cities #kotlc fic idea

[nonuggetshere]

I NEED to update my Radiance's gijinka design I stg I have such cool art ideas for her and PK but I am. So lazy.

Two sides of the same coin, equally as awful morally grey people that would maul each other to death if put in the same room, I love them 💜

I need to also focus more on her role in my AU because while I've rewritten pretty much the entire thing she was left behind and now idk what to do with her in the long run oopsie. All ik is that she ends up being mortal or near mortal after her fight with Ghost and Flower and she is Not happy about it, but it's also the only way PK would have left her alive and Flower is big on second chances so now she's just here, bitter and angry and a shadow of her former self (and actually I just didn't have it in me to kill her before I could do something cool with her + I like the potential dynamic she could have with other characters)

#thylacines can talk #faaf au #dunno where to put her now. originally she was going to return to her moth tribe and i might. do that still. have her try to live as just a #part of her people? what do ya think? humbles her a lot over time id imagine. but at first she's furious #she DESPISES the entire Palelight family especially PK and the two of his spawn that did this to her. doesn't help that Flower likes to go #to the blue lake to relax and its worringly close to the resting grounds. might have to abandon that habit for a bit if a certain #malice-eminating moth finds out about it. hard to relax when theres an angry ex god glaring at you. looking as if theyre planning your #demise. ya know? #i like the scene where Flower takes her to the palace and they walk in on PK having a meeting with his court about possible solutions to the #plague. suddenly becomes most stressful meeting of his life <3 #pk: And what stops me from just killing you right now? | Radi: UH- #flower steps between them #Radi internally: Oh thank god they're this stupid #one of initial character traits of Radis was the fact she kept referring to Flower as PK's child and praising them and rubbing their #existence in his face. like in a 'oh you must be so proud' way. because she KNEW it made him feel awful and she took delight in it #couldnt give two shits about flower she just liked to use them as a poking stick on their father #theyd bicker so much it was funny #WL sarcastic: Oh. Great. Wonderful. Thanks for that. As if we didn't have enough on our heads. #Flower barely standing and bleeding all over the place: 👍

[theprinceandthewitch]

If Hunter is Luz's sibling then why has he been homewrecking Luz's and Amity's relationship since Eclipse Lake?

#lunter #ofc he's not doing it intentionally - well he hasn't been doing it intentionally SINCE Eclipse Lake #but the writers are using him to set-up conflict between Luz and Amity #and they're doing it in a way where Amity can assume Hunter has a thing for Luz... #because he stole the rebus from her knowing she wanted to surprise her girlfriend with it... #so it looks like he wants all the credit for figuring out what the rebus is and for finding the titan blood... #and he doesn't help Amity or their friends figure out that the rebus is a map that leads to Titan blood... #he never shows up to join their fieldtrip around town... the next time she sees him he shows up with Luz... #with some lame ass excuse... #this is homewrecking shit LMAO

[nerdieforpedro]

The Lake Between Us - Part One

The Nurse who's frayed at the seams

Ezra AU x plus size OFC (Nickname Moonbeam - has a name in later parts)

This fic is for readers 18+ MDNI

Word Count: 868

Warnings: insomnia, alcohol use, anxiety, mutual voyeurism, brief mentions of death, cancer and post-mortem care

Notes: My first series with Ezra! It's been fun writing this and therapeutic for me. I envision the setting to be on a bayou in Louisiana with the weeping willows and slow waters. Plus I wanted Ezra to have an air boat. ☺️ I'm not sorry for anything.

Main Masterlist / Ezra Masterlist / The Lake Between Us Series

It’s fine during the day, the rapid fire and thinking quickly on your feet. It’s what makes you good at what you do. Able to keep so many details straight while answering questions about six patients and more if you’re keeping an eye out on another nurse’s assignment while they’re at lunch.

It’s why it bothers you so much. You’ve taken your medications. Stopped looking at your phone an hour before bed. The room was pitch black before bed and the white noise machine was going. You even took your shower earlier than normal because apparently a nice warm shower doesn’t promote sleep according to the experts. You personally found warm water relaxing, isn’t that why tea is good before bed?

One of them needs to come to your house and see why you’re not sleeping.

It’s three a.m. You’ve at least gotten five hours of sleep. Enough to function. You’re awake in this darkness though and you’re well acquainted with it. There’s one thing you can do that will at least relax you now. You’ve done it the last few weeks despite all these changes to your sleep hygiene and routine. 

Your legs are over the side of the bed and carry you to your back door where your yellow crocs are. It’s off the back of the kitchen so you grab some rum and mango juice. A chair you bought when you went to an antiques show with some friends sits on your back porch and you plop down. It rocks and that helps your nerves slightly. Your large thighs press into the sides of the rocking chair but not painfully. The periwinkle sleep shorts you have are matched by the camisole that has bunched up at the bottom exposing the pooch of your stomach.

The crickets are loud and there are even some lightning bugs about dotting around the tall grass that surrounds the lake in the middle of your backyard. The lake is connected to an estuary that your neighbor across the way often drives his airboat off in. Thankfully the water is at least slow moving to it only attracts but so many bugs, but that’s also why you’ve taken to lighting a lavender eucalyptus candle when you come outside on the porch. Ironic considering the very same scent that keeps various insects away is supposed to lull you to sleep and it does not. You’ve never met the man. Only seen him on his back porch.

You know very little about him, not even his name. He’s at least your age, if not older. Tall and broad with sun-kissed skin from working during the daylight hours you assume or it could be his natural skin tone. His hair is brown except for a gray or blonde patch in the front. From what you’ve seen, he has a patchy beard that could have gray or more blonde and a wicked smile. It’s then that he emerges from his abode the same as you. He has something to drink as well. Usually he’s wearing a t-shirt or tank top but it’s balmy this morning so he’s shirtless in some loose shorts. You’re not sure if they’re for sleep or lounging. There looks to be some definition to his chest as he takes in the night air. He looks up after pouring himself a glass of something that might be brown, it’s hard to see from here and it’s dark. The man’s limbs are weighted down like yours are. Could his thoughts be running a mile a minute as well? What would lead him to be on his porch too? Is he alone like you? Shouldn’t he have someone warming his bed? Given how he looks from here, he shouldn’t have any issue in that department. Maybe it’s by choice, but why would he choose to? Divorced? Separated? Recent break-up? Maybe a fight with someone and they’re letting each other stew…

Planning different scenarios for the day, reviewing what you’ve seen, the care you’ve provided the people you encountered. Today you discharged a patient home, consulted one where the doctor sort of explained that they have cancer but it didn’t really sink in and assisted with post-mortem care because you were the nurse with the most experience on the unit. The rest were new grads, bless them but they really needed to remove teaching care plans and expand on communication, psych and discussions with biases surrounding death. Maybe you should email the state board, do they even check their email? They had to, right? They’re a government body, but are they gonna do anything with it? Your mind has spun again in that short time. 

The lack of restful sleep is having the same encumbering effect on the pair of you. Fatigued bodies to match your brains. 

His glass raises and he nods in your direction. You do the same. Then you both drain your glasses and refill them. No words are exchanged. The sounds of water, insects, and a light breeze fill the void where speech would be. Normally these sounds are what lull most people to sleep in Louisiana, but not you nor him.

A toast to another night of sleep lost.

Part Two

#pedro pascal characters #fanfiction #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #Ezra #ezra prospect #Ezra x plus size OFC #The Lake between Us #A Nerdie fic

[boanddonatetoblacktranspeople]

Kingdom Hearts Lore is So Funny a.k.a. Uh-Oh Sisters I Looked At the Kingdom Hearts Tag For A Milisecond and Caught the Brain Rot Again

Imagine many hundreds of thousands of years ago you wake up bright and early in your undersea kingdom. It is another sunshiny day for you, King Triton, ruler of the vast oceans of the Land of Fairytales. You gain word as you sit down for breakfast that there’s a civil war breaking out somewhere on the overlands. 

Ah, yes, those silly mortals on that one island with the giant key-things and the tower. Whatever they’re quarreling over, you’re sure it has nothing to do with your territories. You resume your kingly duties. It’s a fine, effective day- Kelp productivity rates are up. Seashell imports are happening as scheduled...

A shadow sets in over the castle, and you frown and look up. Odd?... The sun doesn’t set for another three hours, and there’s no eclipse scheduled. It becomes obvious that this is not some regular lunar eclipse when a GIANT HEART-SHAPED MOON appears way above the waves in a blood-red sky. This is about when the shaking starts.

By the end of this crisis, your vast kingdom of oceans will have been cut down to the size of a Super Mario Galaxy planet, and about 1/20th of the country of Denmark. Beyond that is the vast empty darkness of space. What in the absolute fucking Poseidon just happened?

#and then tens of thousands of years later a fourteen year old kid shows up with one of those keys #and you unceremoniously tell them to fuck off #you are now the proud ruler of a FUCKING LAKE #of course youre afraid youll lose your daughter you lost like EVERYTHING ELSE #oh my god did the other gods make it out ok you cant even find a way to reach hera or zeus! #Kingdom Hearts #Kingdom Hearts Union Cross #Kingdom Hearts Unchained #Kingdom Hearts lore #Kingdom Hearts story #i do love that this implies Britain got split up like 5 different ways #But does Wonderland have 1/5th of England on it? #Did Alice just teleport there? Can you imagine Alice somehow using the Lanes Between or whatever #freaking ASTRONAUT ALICE LIDDELL #Star Trek's United Federation of Planets but it's filled with people like the Red Queen and Halloweentown's Mayor #Donald Duck: Sora you cant break the Prime Directive! #The Little Mermaid #King Triton #while im here im psyched for halle bailey ariel thar be big mad racists out there #but its a disney live action remake so the hope only swims so far #hey remember when monstro survived his entire world going to sleep and became a space whale #Kingdom Hearts I #kingdom hearts sora #kingdom hearts spoilers #kingdom hearts dark road #KH: DR #kingdom hearts union x #Lost Masters #The Foretellers #more like the Loretellers

[starlyhta]

i love wild hunt ciri because it doesn’t throw away the essence of her character even though she’s older. it’s still clear that she’s a traumatized child that aged into a traumatized adult and she acts out because of it. just the way she has no control over her power during stressful or triggering situations is highly implied to be trauma related.

#🐑 please don’t reblog. #and there is a massive gap in years . #between ciri in lady of the lake . #vs ciri in wild hunt . #wild hunt ciri has had ppl try to hunt and use her longer than she was ~innocent~ and had a childhood . #cdpr doesn’t deserve ciri because they butcher her arc / narrative in favor of geralt . #but i digress . #i also find sapkowski distasteful but that’s also for another day . #she’s still forced to cope with things that … she cannot cope with actually .

[fanficanatic-tw]

Oblivion, chapter 7 - Lake Edgewood, available now.

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"I hate swamps" Dean grumbled, flicking some mud and moss off his boots, "stupid bugs" he added, slapping something from his neck.

"Shame you didn't give us bug spray instead of deodorant" Sam muttered under his breath, "would've been more useful"

"Do I look like the kind of guy that carries bug spray?"

"After what happened in Oklahoma at that housing estate, then yes, I expected you would be"

Chris frowned, trying to keep up with the two determined brothers.

"Wait, what happened in Oklahoma?"

"Bugs!" was all the response he got from both of them at the same time, clearly having very little patience for his questions.

Taglist: @darknightfrombeyond @arrthurpendragon @foxesandmagic

#I finally updated this - yayyyy #oblivion #supernatural sisfic #supernatural fanfiction #Mackenzie Winchester #a little short but I managed #desperate to get back into this #ocapp #ocappreciation #lmao not me getting confused with where I set this chapter in and thinking it was Louisiana and not Indiana #so half way through I started researching the town martinville and used the names of lake from the martinville in Louisiana not Indiana #I then published the chapters to then realise I fucked up #but I managed to edit it now so it's right hahaha #I'm an idiot lol #getting confused between Kayla's story and Mackenzies 😂 #plus I have no idea what America is like and the towns and shit hahahab

[mundanemiseries]

Currently in the middle of fuckass nowhere and its pretty but

he wants to cuddle.

#|[ IC | weighed down in this city ]| #|| v. | 7.00 : VOID | the vacant and dark spaces in-between beats of your heart || #// #look as a joke imagine all the Joels took a weekend trip to fuckass nowhere ontario together #also man Cass whos normally used to being alone just #lying on the dock by the lake and missing the polycule okay

[fruitless-vain]

Your local bird nerd was attacked by a goose and I’m sad about it

#I used to sit at the lake and a flock of geese would come sit with me #we were buddies 😭 #this one had a buttload of babies on either side of the path so I tried to hop through after waiting to see if they’d move their babies #to one pile #they did not #so I ended up walking between the pile of babies #and that was a mistake