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thewidowmaker · 1 year

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Hate Is What I Feel For You

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Fem!Reader

Summary: Wednesday Addams is a lot of things, but a coward is not one of them. However, upon meeting the new outcast of outcasts at Nevermore Academy, she finds that her greatest qualities are of no use in trying to win your favor.

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: Light angst, swearing

A/N: Hello everyone! My name is Kate, and this is my first fic on Tumblr! I greatly welcome any and all feedback on my story. I might continue this fic in the future, but for now I wanted to give writing a try. Thank you so much for reading!

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If you asked all the people who had the unfortunate pleasure of knowing Wednesday Addams, they would certainly come up with a never-ending slew of pleasantries to say about her, even if she despised it.

If you were to ask Enid, she would gush at the level of dedication Wednesday devoted to what was important to her. If you asked Xaiver, he would say that her unstoppable determination was her best quality. Even Bianca would confess that Wednesday possessed some of the greatest courage she had ever seen in a living person. So, it would be a great shock to her friends to learn that Wednesday was currently none of those things when she was around you.

It started the day you moved in... exactly 23 days, 7 hours, and 52 seconds ago to be precise, not that Wednesday was counting. She was walking through the quad, umbrella in hand as she sloshed through the downpour plaguing the Nevermore grounds.

She was quite fond of the rain. It often provided a sense of comfort in the way the water trickled down her skin, soaked into her clothes, and sent those wonderful shivers up and down her spine. She was walking to botany, a class she despised because of her mother’s persistent affiliation for carnivorous plants back home. This made Wednesday, in her eyes, a professional in all things plant related.

For once, when she stepped into the warm classroom, her fellow classmates' eyes did not land on her gloomy self. Instead, they were blatantly staring at another student tucked away in one of the back corners of the overly humid room. Her eyes raked up and down your disheveled form.

You wore a standard issue set of the required uniform, however, it looked to be as if you had forgotten the knit sweater vest that was supposed to go under the blazer. Instead, opting to just wear the white button up shirt with the first few undone, and the absence of a tie exposed the tops of your collarbones, not that Wednesday was looking.

When her wandering eyes finally landed on your face, she was astounded by the eyes looking back at her. Pools of deep crimson, deep as the color of freshly spilt blood across a white backdrop were staring right at her. An unfamiliar feeling bid its way into her stomach when you glowered at her.

Wednesday was so captivated by your threatening scowl you threw her way that the sound of the bell made the goth girl slightly jump from her initial spot by the door. As she took her seat, she rationalized that that feeling deep in her gut was obviously hatred. You had almost embarrassed her in front of the entire class for jumping at the sound of a simple school bell due to your obvious alluring ability.

It was no secret to Wednesday that hate was one of the only emotions she was good at recognizing, and even though this feeling didn’t exactly burn the same as the familiar one, she did not hesitate to categorize it as such.

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All throughout class Wednesday could feel you staring at the back of her head. She so desperately wanted to turn around and match your scowl with one of her own. Her curiosity got the best of her, and she turned around fully prepared to wipe whatever stupid expression you had off your face. She was stopped this time, however, by a different reason other than those captivating red eyes.

She again found herself staring at your face, and more specifically, a long scar that trailed from the top of your hairline down the side of your face. She internally chastised herself for not noticing it sooner, again blaming her lack of attentiveness on your obvious alluring ability. At that moment you flicked your eyes up, blood red irises meeting chocolate brown ones, and let out an impossibly low growl. She knew it was for her.

She quickly whipped her head around to face the teacher, heart beating rapidly. Since when did she care about what facial expressions someone directed at her? All throughout her life Wednesday had been victim to countless stares and faces of mockery and hostility. But why did yours send those bone chilling shivers down her spine? And to make matters worse, why did she like it?

After a few more long minutes of excessive pondering, she came to the conclusion that she needed to spare one more look at you. For science, she told herself. She just had to know what you were. She quickly picked her own brain for the countless species of outcasts that you could possibly belong to.

Wednesday could immediately cross out gorgons and sirens. You obviously didn’t have snakes for hair and while your skin glowed, it was not the same iridescent shine that adorned the siren's subtle scales. She technically couldn’t cross werewolf off the list, but she lived with one, and knew their quirks and signs. Signs which you didn’t outwardly possess. Her last educated guess would be vampire, which had more merit than the rest, but as far as she knew, vampires had to wear sunglasses and did not have captivating red eyes. She was convinced that turning around again would solve this mystery. She needed to risk it. Just to figure out what you really were.

She cautiously turned around, and it was then that she heard you speak.

“Leave me the fuck alone.”

For the first time in Wednesday’s life, she was caught off guard. It felt like her heart had stopped beating, and not in the pleasant way she thought it would. The simple scowl that adorned your face earlier was now replaced with a most murderous sneer that certainly rivaled her own.

Her eyes met yours again and she could not help but let out the smallest gasp when your pearly whites were revealed. Huge teeth, much bigger than any vampire she had ever met, protruded menacingly from your now open maw.

A harsh voice followed the movement. Laced with malice, the low voice again growled out a simple but firm “turn around.”

Wednesday couldn’t help herself. She quickly followed your simple command without question and turned to face the front of the room. Her heart picking up in rhythm again at being caught and threatened by you, a simple stranger who Wednesday had yet to actually meet.

The minutes felt like hours as Wednesday tried to catch her breath. You were fascinating, even if she didn’t know your name, and her curiosity and hatred for you began reaching a new level that was uncharted waters deep in her black heart.

She was ripped from her thoughts by the school bell for a second time that day, making her flinch slightly from the sound. Her jaw tightened as she stood, and the slight pain achieved from it gave her the confidence to look back one more time before she had to leave for her next class.

Wednesday turned around, fully prepared to whip out a snarky remark to hopefully put you in your place. Her face immediately fell when her gaze landed on the empty desk behind her. It would have been impossible for you to leave without her seeing, and this puzzled her. You seemed to have vanished into thin air.

Your sudden absence finally tipped over Wednesday’s ability to remain impassive. She had to figure out who this new outcast of outcasts was at her school and learn how to put the girls mind games to a stop. There had to be no other explanation as to why Wednesday was so infatuated by you. You obviously had some sort of charm to keep her wanting to know more about you. In the meantime, at least she knew one thing for certain. Your eyes shone with the only thing Wednesday was ever truly familiar with...hate.

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ecoamerica · 1 month

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theviceadmiralswife · 6 months

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THIS IS PART 4 FOR ALL PREVIOUS PARTS VISIT MY TUMBLR PAGE !!!!

18 + only some explicit gifs and images down below NSWF !!!!!!

Salute recruits and soldiers on this windy windy Wednesday ⚓🌊⚓🌊⚓🌊⚓🌊⚓

Today on November 1. We celebrate 🍾 the birthday of our most furry monochromatic vice admiral Dalmatian.

So happy birthday Dalmatian 🎂 🥳 🎉

As I did with Dobermans birthday. I post today only Vice admiral Dalmatian related posts. Old and NEW don't want to miss these.

Look forward to blast from the past, collages and some Hc's.

Part 4 all about wild Dalmatian in a relationship.

Wild Dalmatian

● What type of lover/ mate/boyfriend/ husband is Dalmatian??

○ ANSWER: a solid partner of a man. A bit more old fashioned he likes to take care of you, but is flexible enough, if you go for your own carrier. He never forgets your birthday or anniversary of when you two met. Is always punctual or calls in if he be late, takes care of you when your sick. Also Dalmatian is big fluff romantic man at home or out camping. The only intimidating thing is he growls and snarls if he has a real bad day at work, however if you know Dalmatian for a while, your used to it and you know this can be fixed with a scratch behind his ear. (It drives him crazy for you, his scratch reflex comes out then) BUT Dalmatian gets to show a very different side around your heat cycle or ovulation days, jealous, possessive, and quite rough je turns into the quit essential alpha male and desires to breed the living daylights out if you, romance is all but forgotten when he follows his primal instincts.

●What type of kisser is Dalmatian?

○ANSWER: A wet tongue kisser and his tongue kisses are deep & sensual , expect lots of drool & saliva his tongue is everywhere in your mouth, ear and neck.

BUT in heat season Dalmatian turns more to nibbling and biting rather then sensual kisses, and his licking becomes aggressive.

● How does Dalmatian confesses his love?

○ ANSWER: after a solid period of courtship & dating. He is taking you out for a little outdoors trip, camping in the woods or mountains, its just you and him and nature. its his favorite approach to be direct, though he might start to stutter a bit and look away. As soon as he has confessed his feelings he barely can wait for your reply he's getting all touchy and as soon as you reciprocate his feelings you will find yourself pinned to the ground and kissed intensely. Also you won't leave his strong arms for the rest of the night.

● Whats Dalmatians type of sex ?

○ANSWER: Sensual and soft, he enjoys intimacy and is all for physical touch in foreplay, sex and aftercare. He is very much into stimulating your sensory perceptions. DURING your heat cycle/ ovulation days this man turns into an animal given his devilfruit power, its wild raw lust during this time with Dalmatian pleasure and breeding in particular matter the most to him. Any place, any time...literally you could iron laundry and Dalmatian decided to pick you up and pound your needy vagina against the wall. His physical touch gets rough too, expect hair pulling and biting. In the heat cycle is more animalistic with a lot a grunts and growls. Dalmatians favourite position doggie style of course.

● How is Dalmatian reacting/ behaving during his partners pregnancy?

○ANSWER: very carrying, as soon as he is home he rubs that big belly of yours with immense pride and joy. Dalmatian will lean his head against your belly and talk to the baby. He takes on heavier tasks in the household or straight up hires a cleaner for you. He buys New maternity clothes and absolute drools over every pound and curve you gain to him its nature at its finest to see you bearing his offspring. Will devote himself to you during birth with emotional support and praise and a ton of love devotions and confession.

● what type of father is Dalmatian?

○ ANSWER: maybe he appears to the outside as a bit strict, but he's absolutely a proud daddy and loves his kids immensely, a happy daddy his family means everything to Dalmatian they are his pack and pride. He tends to be playfully with his kids. He definitely trains them to become marines.

● how does Dalmatian make up after an argument?

○ ANSWER: A big bouquet of all your favourite flowers 💐... Dalmatian can't stand the fact when your mad with him. Its not the arguing itself but your coldness towards him that hurts him. He will sneak up on you and let his tail rub your cheeks and then he gives you the flowers , mumbling that he's sorry and pleading not to be angry anymore. Followed by licking of your cheeks and sensual kissing, who can resist his fluffy fur.

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anutama · 1 year

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Heal your Heart Chakra if you want to succeed in your relationships

As the fourth primary chakra, ‘Anahata’ or the Heart Chakra is the base for unconditional love, empathy, and forgiveness. When it gets out of balance or is blocked, you are bound to feel unloved, unworthy, uncared for, less forgiving, and fearful. It can further affect your mental state and make you manipulative – not letting you resolve the relationship issues without scuffles. A healthy Heart Chakra, on the other hand, will make you enjoy every bit of life and expose you to the beautiful experiences, especially in relationships. A healthy heart is the base for peace, serenity, and belongingness.

What is the connection between the Heart Chakra and Relationships?

Anahata, your Heart Chakra, is precious. It enables you to receive and give love and accept yourself. You need to take care of it at all cost. Once blocked, the Heart Chakra can actually make you lose yourself and affect your relationship with your lover or the loved ones. Please don’t worry yet! Heart is the most sensitive part of us and it’s bound to feel the heat of our thoughts. Good thing is we can easily align our Chakras if we are aware of certain facts related to them.

Let us take you through the symptoms of a blocked Heart Chakra. It shall then be easier for you to understand the suffering in a better way when you feel dejected and depressed in your relationships:

You can’t let go of the painful past – it keeps popping up in your mind and talks.

You either tend to isolate yourself or feel overly defensive.

You do not just dwell on the past, but hold grudges against those you love.

You feel empty and lonely even when surrounded by the materialistic pleasures of life and most loving people.

You feel jealous and put on the victim show for the most part.

Most importantly, you develop trust issues and protect your possessions like a miser.

Hey! Is it beginning to fret you already? Please do not let it! The Chakra blockages are common because eventually, we are humans, with emotions. Trust me, it’s easier to bring back your Heart Chakra to a balance. However, it’s not effortless. You will need to put in the work if you want to lead a life full of joy and compassion, away from agony and distress.

Some Tips to help you bring back your Heart Chakra into balance

Be Grateful for life and the experiences – take the lessons, forget the hurt.

Get yourself a reality check! Practice Yoga instead of binging on the Yoga Reels on Instagram. Cobra Pose, Dog Pose, Bridge Pose, are a few simple Yoga asanas to try.

Please, and please, do some Neck Exercises every day!

Light a Pink Candle on Tuesdays and Wednesdays, if you can then do it every evening. Set an intention while looking at the candle flame, “I am loved. I am lovable.”

Participate in the Love & Kindness workshops. Look around and you shall find a range of genuine philosophers preaching Chakra balancing tips. Find yourself a spot somewhere.

Affirm for 21 days straight! Take your notebook or a diary and write, “Love comes to me easily and it loves my company” for twenty-one days. Do it, especially when you are at your lowest.

Place an uncut medium size Rose Quartz at home, near you. Or, wear a Rose Quartz bracelet.

Sleep with an Amethyst Crystal under your pillow. It starts working from the 1st night itself. Do not forget to charge your crystals though.

You can diffuse Frankincense Essential Oil in your environment, or get the Frankincense Incense Sticks.

Drink Rose Tea or Chamomile Tea for instant relief.

Spend some time in the garden full of greenery.

Love your own company and learn to spend time with your lonesome.

Most important. WAKE UP WITH A SMILE AND HUG YOURSELF – THE FIRST THING!

What, are you still thinking and expecting a magic to happen? Go on. Protect yourself. Only you have the power and leverage to protect your inner peace and vibe with life. As they say, no one is coming to save you. A balanced Anahata will help you bond with your inner child, and maintain a healthy balance between your head and heart. Be green. Feel green.

Stay tuned for more!

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gategreen9 · 1 year

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Not known Facts About Stepmothers: Your Anger Could Kill You

The super cool way stepparenting destroys your mental health and wellness In her book Stepmonster, Wednesday Martin, Ph.D. gets in touch with stepmotherhood the “ideal storm” for anxiety. It's like losing your lifestyle and starting over. Stepmotherhood really isn't the only reason that kids are going to require stepfathers and grandparents. Depending on to new investigation by the National Academies of Sciences and Engineering, stepmotherhood can greatly shorten your life time. One research showed that stepmoms disclosed anxiety at nearly double the prices of natural mamas, a fact that possibly doesn’t amaze any kind of stepmother out there certainly. When breast milk is used alone for birth control, the resulting inequality is extra intense than various other chemicals on the hormone, and the babies are a lot more susceptible to birth problems, cancer cells, and various other styles of developmental-related issues (including preterm childbirths!). Nevertheless, various other chemicals can easily meddle with the baby's personal growth. And while, commonly talking, stepdads possess it less complicated than stepmoms, that’s like reviewing two various ways to go up Mt. Everest in much less than an hour and having your fingers walk via your toes. This, my friends, is not a stepdad going up on a stone. My life will definitely now be a bit various (and this is as a result of to my brand-new fitness center, also): The first measure is that you have no problem climbing anything else you want for. Ending up being a relative includes many factors that can adversely impact your emotional well-being. The following are a couple of points that you can perform to help boost your ability to manage your feelings, mood and psychological circumstance: Start through speaking concerning your issues and your problem, at that point take your opportunity knowing what the other components of your situation are. Check For Updates and your struggle, then take your opportunity discovering what the other components of your condition are. And because most of those stressors are one-of-a-kind to blended household lifestyle, we don’t speak about them or recognize them, instead writing them off as our own personal drawbacks. We treat our private blunders as an aggravation. But that is simply the beginning. We need to assume about how to handle along with it and the lessons we receive coming from taking activity. We need to take activity at home. How may stepdads and stepmoms shield our very own mental wellness in this part that innately threatens our mental security? When chatting concerning psychotherapeutic strategies, a brand new research study was performed through scientists at McMaster University that looks into how stepdads and stepmoms respond to intellectual stressors. Stepparenting is damned hard Nope, you’re not thinking of it: life in a mixed family members really is much more tiring, even more aggravating, and generally even more of a ache in the butt than residing in a typical family… no matter how a lot you like your stepkids or they really love you (and particularly if your stepkids turn down you), no matter how committed you are, no matter how much you prefer this whole stepfamily thing to function— being a relative is definitely fucking hard. Experiencing overloaded by the stepdad or stepmom job isn’t just common; it’s regular. What's especially unusual, then, is how typically it goes under the spotlight. This isn't a bad trait; there are a lot of other points we care about — moms and dads, educators, colleagues, co-workers, anyone who acquires with the time sense overloaded — that you may do to ease some of those aggravations in a means that only a handful of hrs ago may possess not. But why does being a stepparent take more out of us than, say, being a traditional moms and dad, which is also plenty difficult? Because we've already been raised to believe that loved ones and marriage aren't a bad factor. But the issue listed below also comes to be even extra crystal clear. For just about a century, married couples have claimed that the standard family members was what they possessed just before marriage. Therefore after being asked concerning what makes the traditional Family work properly, I addressed: One hundred percent.

I indicate, I was a solitary mom actually when I complied with Dan. He was a terrific person. But I don't know all the points I saw or understand that I carried out that I believe didn't function. I can have merely happen home, went to job, and then we would end up possessing a little bit of family members. I don't understand whether it was an crash or whether he just doesn't recognize how to deal with that and assume about it for himself.

#Childless stepmother depression

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swimmetal6 · 1 year

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The smart Trick of I'm Going Through Infertility As A Stepmom, But I'm That Nobody is Discussing

The super great way stepparenting destroys your mental health In her book Stepmonster, Wednesday Martin, Ph.D. gets in touch with stepmotherhood the “best hurricane” for depression. More In-Depth 's like losing your life and starting over. Stepmotherhood actually isn't the only factor that kids are going to require stepfathers and grandparents. According to brand-new investigation by the National Academies of Sciences and Engineering, stepmotherhood can greatly reduce your life time. One study revealed that stepmoms reported anxiety at almost double the prices of natural mamas, a fact that perhaps doesn’t amaze any sort of stepmother out certainly there. When bosom milk is made use of alone for contraception, the leading imbalance is much more intense than various other chemicals on the bodily hormone, and the babies are even more vulnerable to birth flaws, cancer, and other styles of developmental-related issues (including preterm childbirths!). However, other chemicals can meddle with the child's very own growth. And while, commonly communicating, stepdads possess it simpler than stepmoms, that’s like reviewing two different techniques to go up Mt. Everest in a lot less than an hr and having your fingers stroll with your toes. This, my close friends, is not a stepdad climbing on a rock. My life will definitely right now be a little different (and this is as a result of to my brand new fitness center, as well): The 1st action is that you have no problem climbing anything else you prefer for. Coming to be a stepparent includes many variables that may detrimentally influence your mental well-being. The following are a couple of traits that you can do to aid enhance your capacity to manage your sensations, mood and emotional circumstance: Start by speaking about your concerns and your problem, at that point take your time discovering what the other parts of your circumstance are. Review your issues and your problem, at that point take your time learning what the various other parts of your circumstance are. And because the majority of of those stress factors are one-of-a-kind to blended household lifestyle, we don’t talk concerning them or recognize them, instead writing them off as our own personal disadvantages. We treat our private mistakes as an inconvenience. But that is just the beginning. We need to believe concerning how to handle with it and the courses we acquire from taking activity. We should take activity at residence. How can easily stepdads and stepmoms safeguard our personal psychological health and wellness in this duty that innately undermines our emotional security? When chatting regarding psychotherapeutic methods, a brand-new study was performed through scientists at McMaster University that checks out how stepdads and stepmoms respond to cognitive stress factors. Stepparenting is darned difficult Nope, you’re not thinking of it: life in a mixed loved ones really is much more tiring, extra irritating, and commonly even more of a ache in the ass than living in a conventional family… no matter how much you enjoy your stepkids or they adore you (and particularly if your stepkids reject you), no matter how committed you are, no matter how a lot you prefer this entire stepfamily point to work— being a stepparent is definitely fucking hard.

Feeling overwhelmed through the stepdad or stepmom duty isn’t just usual; it’s regular. What's particularly unexpected, at that point, is how typically it goes under the spotlight. This isn't a poor factor; there are actually lots of other factors we care about — moms and dads, instructors, coworkers, co-workers, anyone who gets through the day feeling overcome — that you can do to ease some of those aggravations in a way that simply a few hours back may have not. But why does being a stepparent take more out of us than, say, being a traditional moms and dad, which is additionally plenty challenging? Because we've actually been elevated to strongly believe that family and relationship aren't a poor factor. But the trouble here additionally ends up being also even more very clear. For just about a century, married pairs have asserted that the standard household was what they possessed prior to relationship. So after being asked concerning what makes the traditional Family work properly, I answered: One hundred per-cent. I imply, I was a singular mom presently when I met Dan. He was a terrific man. But I don't understand all the factors I saw or know that I carried out that I presume didn't operate. I might have just happen home, went to work, and after that we would finish up having a little bit of family members. I don't understand whether it was an collision or whether he just doesn't know how to manage that and believe regarding it for himself.

#Childless stepmother depression

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ecoamerica · 29 days

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regentbison · 1 year

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i wrote an explanation about the empathy power that's going to show up in my Wednesday and Beetlejuice crossover

Empathy:

The power to fully interpret and replicate the emotions, moods, and temperaments of others. Sub-power of Emotion Manipulation and Telepathy. Technique of Higher Consciousness. Opposite to Apathy.

This power is based on emotions, the more intense the emotion or the way one feels emotions - the more powerful the person is.

Typically awaken around a person’s late-to-early teen-hood. they get triggered/tapped into by a highly emotional event. Whether it be negative or positive.

If a positive event triggered the powers - the person's powers will be more cheerful and happy

- If they were triggered by a traumatic/negative event - the person power will be more negatively based and will be more powerful with negative emotions

- When they're first tapped into they’re basically uncontrollable and take a lot of practice to master, though for some people, not all powers come in at once and it happens gradually so they don't even notice they've gotten their power.

Limitations:

User may suffer from a sensory overload due to absorbing too many emotions.

the power doesn't work on mindless beings and those with no emotions

user may experience headaches.

user may not be able to handle large amounts of emotions at once.

Clairvoyance:

An Empath can forge an emotional connection with another being. If that connection stays open, the Empath is able to sense when that person is in danger and is also able to locate them by their "emotional scent".

the power or faculty of discerning objects not present to the senses the ability to perceive matters beyond the range of ordinary perception.

Sometimes known as second sight.

Clairvoyance is the ability to see things which are hidden. Sometimes used in remote viewing, clairvoyance has occasionally been credited for people finding missing children and locating lost objects.

Clairaudience:

Some Empaths have displayed the ability to not only feel emotions but also "hear" the heightened thoughts associated with those specific emotions. This is probably due to the fact that both cortices (emotional and mental) so closely relate to one another. An example would be if an empath senses two spouses aiming a lot of hatred towards one another. The empath might get the echo of thought along with that emotion

However, this is not to be confused with Telepathy. An Empath can only get visionary "echoes" related to certain emotions. They cannot read full memories.

Clairaudience is a psychic ability possessed by some, where the clairaudient individual is able to "hear" spirits. Your higher-self or spirit guides may communicate to you this way; using songs or voices you recognize.

Emotional manipulation:

The power to manipulate emotions. Also called advanced empathy and Pathokinesis

Users can sense and manipulate emotions, including feelings, moods, and their effects, on themselves, people, animals, and other creatures, whether by increasing, decreasing, causing, or otherwise channeling emotions, even manifesting the emotional energy to a physical level.

Limitations:

May be limited to a certain number of targets at a time.

May have a limited range, including touch only.

Some applications may cause emotional backlash.

May have to absorb the emotion replaced.

Empath levels:

Level 1: only being able to fully interpret and replicate the emotions, moods, and temperaments of others (only empathy)

Level 2: being able to fully interpret and replicate the emotions, moods, and temperaments of others and also somewhat manipulate others’ emotions (empathy and somewhat emotional manipulation)

Level 3: being able to fully interpret and replicate the emotions, moods, and temperaments of others while also being able to manipulate emotions. Often also comes with slight clairaudience or clairvoyance.

Level 4: being able to see/talk to spirits along with all four powers stated above. Being able to fully interpret and replicate the emotions, moods, and temperaments of others, fully manipulate emotions, and see spirits as though they were actual beings.

#hope this makes sense #gothy teen 2: electic boogaloo

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m00nlitknight · 4 years

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bonfire pt. 2: acquaint

fandom: IT (2017) pairing: patrick hockstetter / reader word count: 2.4k+ warnings: smoking, mentions of underage drinking, cigarette burns, possessive/patrick behaviors extra: part two of bonfire. part one here.

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The deep-woods bonfires thrown by Henry typically went down as legendary for most of the student body, yet his impulsive and sporadic timing left a lot to be desired. Come Wednesday morning and nearly half of the upper class men who attended were wiped out from the chance of even going to school. There were the strong few whose parents all but forced them out the door. They would likely drag through the day with a near-ghoulish aura, disturbed only when they found it within themselves to whine of the self-medicated headaches or migraines. Occasionally, they’d mutter some regret-induced reverie of ‘never drinking again,’ despite being one of the first to jump at the boozing until loosing.

Then, there were the select few who showed little to no physical signs of the night’s previous activities. Whether it be a graced, humane level of sleep granted to them, or purely divine intervention; they earned their day’s nickname as “The Elite.” Thankfully, you were one of them, though falling into the former category yourself.

The fortunate reality was that you’d managed to fall asleep in your lawn chair after gazing at the fire for what was practically an eternity. Miraculously, you awoke to the sun peaking over the horizon, and no signs of possessions being taken from you or any obscene drawings donning your features. Oh, perhaps if you’d the time you could’ve poured one out for your skill of packing light and flying under the radar of those who tended to fool around with the vulnerable.

The unfortunate reality came as you stepped through the doors. It wasn’t that you were particularly a loner to any extreme capacity, really. Just that many of the student body didn’t catch your eye in terms of friendship. Whether it be your nearly always-present resting bitch face, the fact that nearly everyone went with the same flow, or that your addition to the town was so quiet nobody was actually able to pin-point your exact time frame of appearance; you weren’t really sure. The few friends you made were evidence of how you typically kept people at arm’s length, what with how you only really hung out with them during school hours or the odd sleepover, along with how you tended to keep almost every thought to yourself. Sure, teacher’s appreciated the silence, but your couldn’t help but feel left out from the typical rowdiness some of the students got to indulge in.

This morning, you found that your typical ‘ride or die’ for the day, Celine since she had the same schedule as you, didn’t have the will to drag herself from bed. A relatable struggle, since you had wanted nothing more than to cuddle into your bed and sleep the day away when you’d managed to get yourself ready from the aftereffects of the party. The mascara and makeup of yesterday was wiped off in the form of a much needed 10-minute shower, relishing in the direct heat and nearly falling asleep in its clutches. How you managed to take yourself from it and into the surrounding cold air was nothing short of an extremely strong sense of will for a high schooler, you assessed yourself.

Tiptoeing through the house was a familiar feat, your parents having come home to an empty home and falling into bed just hours before your own arrival. The rift between you was noticeable, not that you really cared. It often felt like they forgot about you, leaving the door locked even when you said when you’d be getting home - only to need to crawl through an unlocked window after knocking the screen out. Surprisingly, from their own lack of attention or some angel unlocking the door for you, you’d managed to sneak in through the front door completely undetected.

Regardless of the carelessness of your parents in the recent past, your independence from them was becoming greater and greater. A license at a reasonable age, a car you’d bought and insured by yourself, and a job lined up for the near future; you could say you were doing pretty well, at least currently. Many of your accomplishments were your own, born of blood, sweat, and tears.

School was something you never found yourself really struggling with, taking a natural interest in science and history and having a natural capability when it came to math and language. Physical education was the bane of your existence, but you’d managed to get the two credits required out of the way your freshman year. Despite these feats and having done them by yourself, the nights spent lonely and draining your energy over math, having to work through problems, both academic and real-world, bore into you a bit. Loneliness ebbed away at you, yearning for something more was becoming harder and harder to ignore and push off, affection was a commodity in your mind.

Was that why Celine’s absence was a bit harder hitting then it usually should’ve been? Suddenly you worried a bit more about how you would be perceived standing alone by your locker, marinating in the awkwardness of lone teenagerdom.

In spite of the flurry of vulnerability, you cast them aside for the typical, cooler and unfeeling side of yourself. Looking busy was an art form, and you, the artist. Today would be spent in the depths of your mind, pondering the most important subjects you crossed, and staring out the classroom windows and into the soul of mother nature herself. Maybe you could even catch a nap.

The first two classes, math and history, managed to pass in what you could only assess as a blur, a mess of lectures, worksheets, and book work, and you left to fend for yourself in the hallways. Eyes passed over you like you were a translucent apparition, something easily brushed off and forgettable. As used to you as it was, the sensation of eyes upon you - an unfamiliar, and from the feeling of it, beastly gaze - was unsettling. For the short time in the hallway, spent crouching down to your locker, exchanging and retrieving the correct books and work, it was easily ignored. However, the trek to class was an uneasy one, since the stare seemed to follow as you sat down in your seat. Carefully, you scanned the area, through uninterested lashes and a stony face. You found all eyes you looked upon to be drawn anywhere else, whether it be to their friends or into a separate astral plane.

That is, until looking into the dead - green stare of Patrick Hockstetter himself. Your seemingly dazed gaze fell into his, sharpened and widened a fraction, causing a wolfish grin to appear on his features. Had he not been sitting two rows away, and the teacher’s demand of attention, you could’ve done more than a cowardly head - turn back to the front.

The confinements of the room seemed to be too little, even though you were so comfortable with the two empty desks around you only a short moment prior. Time, which had been breezing by with the ease of water, suddenly felt like it was freezing. Despite this, your mind sped up, beginning to race with momentarily panicked thoughts. An unruly beast, you found emotions to be, just when you thought them to be tame they’d break free from their chains once again. It took a moment of tense shoulders, closed eyes, and a deep breath to realign yourself back to a cold demeanor.

Patrick observed, witness to the small tells such as the shift of your foot backward, lean forward onto your elbows, arms crossed on the desk and shoulders going rigid. The leg bouncing had him snickering to himself, a sound quiet enough it didn’t seem to rouse you from your thoughts. Had it been a more appropriate setting, he would’ve found himself outright cackling at the image of dispelling your momentary panic, if only to watch your reaction. Though, shock factor was reserved for any time but class time. He’d learned earlier that to fly under the radar of teachers, he’d need to stay quiet and not disrupt class. Unfortunate for his friends, two of which weren’t even present for the day, they hadn’t really figured that out. Well, except Vic, but Vic was different.

He stared at you for practically the rest of the period, much to your own disdain, smirking in amusement as he watched you practically race out of the room and into the hallway. Homeroom was next, then lunch, both of which he didn’t have the faintest idea where you went. Your presence in the school seemed to disappear almost completely, not that he had really been paying attention before this instance. Now, though, you were a target of interest. The lax defiance shown the night before had him intrigued, excited to break you; physically or mentally, he didn’t really care. So often was he faced with the typical submissive individuals in Derry, even adults had a tendency to break eye contact.

Instead of sitting with Belch for mid-day detention, he ventured out of his designated location for homeroom to instead snoop around. The repercussions would likely be ‘disastrous’ by his mother’s standards, but to be frank, when did he ever give a fuck about what other people had to say?

His legs carried him down empty hallways, knowing full well you wouldn’t be in any of the occupied classrooms, around the school’s courtyard and into the football field. Few students were littered around its premises, most of which couples who’d managed to sneak out and get handsy on the bleachers. From the looks of it, it’d either be most likely that you were here, even though his search hadn’t been the faintest bit thorough.

Under the bleachers you stand, staring emotionless into the distance. In your hand is a cigarette, a forgotten pack worth nothing to them and the world to you. The brand didn’t matter so long as you hand your hands on it, you weren’t raised a picky child. It wiped the slate clean of the emotions you were feeling, numbed the stress that caused skull-splitting, chest-tightening fits of self-hatred and school. From the outside eye, you appeared deep in thought, a modern-day Socrates in her own right. In reality, you weren’t truly thinking about anything. A blank mind and a dazed head taking the shape of a tired kid.

Originally, you’d spent homeroom and lunch in the library, soaking in texts that were available until one of your ‘friends,’ Angel, began poking fun at you for being a bookworm. After that you would nap, but the librarian eventually had enough of you “sleeping your precious school-time away” and forced you to go somewhere else. Eventually, you began sneaking out to the football field, finding mostly peace and quiet. Most of the time you stayed outside for lunch, managing to sneak back in and blend in with the rest of the student body as they went to their next class.

“My, oh, my, it seems I’m not the only voyeur around,” to be so abruptly pulled from your thoughts was not only startling, but also rude. A shriek nearly fell from your mouth, caught in your throat and instead a sharp intake of air being its replacement, as you looked to who so rudely interrupted your thoughts, eyes wide and stance tensing once more. His words seemed to evade you completely, left in a dumbfounded shock instead staying plastered on your face for a long moment afterward. Composure came slowly, and yet you still found an edge in your voice.

“It’s like they say, first come first serve. I didn’t come out here to watch them fuck, they came out to watch me think and smoke,” somehow, your voice managed its typical flat, emotionless tone.

“Or did you come out to hide and smoke?” the evident grin in his voice is enough to make your head snap in his direction with a sneer on your face.

“What do you want?”

“A smoke,” he shrugged innocently, making an attempt to give you puppy dog eyes. Unbeknownst to you, he was about to tell a bold-faced lie. “I ran out this morning.”

You take a second to give him a look-over. The two of you hadn’t really crossed paths, aside from being placed near each other in seating charts once or twice during freshmen and sophomore year. Those didn’t ever last, though, and honestly the first time he’d approached you was at the bonfire the night before. Needless to say, his body language and actions were a complete and total mystery to you, all you really knew was that he was a creep, and what your friends said in huddled whispers from time to time.

You give him the one in your hand, finally, watching him take a drag from it. Your hand is held out expectantly, and he gives another toothy grin. “C’mon, can’t a guy get more than a taste?”

“No, I don’t get these often, anyway.”

“It’s supposed to be puff-puff-pass, princess,” the nickname rolls off his tongue like velvet, and suddenly the charm of him clicks. It doesn’t leave you interested in any capacity, more annoyed than anything. “Besides, I can get you these whenever you want if you’ll be mine.”

Another action to catch you off-guard? This guy was like the worst kind of surprise. “I’m not fuckin’ property, Hockstetter.”

Taking another drag from the cigarette, his hand shot out to grab your wrist. His speed was that of lightning as he plucked the cigarette from his lips. Tugging your wrist away proved futile immediately, and panic arose in your chest when he chuckled darkly at your meek expression. “You could be.”

The cigarette burned as it touched your skin, digging into you oh-so-tenderly. A gasp tore from your throat, followed by a grunt and more forceful jerking to release his grip. “Careful, now, I’d like a clean mark more than a messy one.” He felt internal glee when he felt you submit.

He held it there for what seemed to be an eternity and an instant, only taking it from your skin to relight it by his own flame. The grip didn’t release until he was finished admiring his work, a dark glint overtaking his eyes as he watched you bring your wrist to your chest.

He inhaled deeply, taking the cigarette from his lips once again and stepping closer to you. Had you not been leaning on a pole, you would’ve stepped back in fear. “See’ya around.” And with that, he turned and left.

#patrick hockstetter #patrick hockstetter x reader #patrick hockstetter imagine #it 2017 fanfiction #reader insert #it 2017 #writing.txt #work: bonfire #bowers gang fanfiction #bowers gang

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hello steph! first of all i'd like to say that i love your blog and from it seems like youre an incredibly nice person 💛 i would like to ask if there are any pining sherlock in tsot fics you would like to recommend? thank you!

Hi Nonny!

Aww, you’re too kind!! Thank you!

I’ve actually a MASSIVE Pining Sherlock Fic list here (Mobile Friendly Link, tap here) with over 100 fics on it, and I’ve actually a second list I’m putting together offline because I know people are inevitably going to ask for more! But this is pretty specific, so here’s what I have that are semi-related to TSo3 in some way, plus a few on my MFL list I added recently :P

If anyone has any others they wish to add, please feel free to! Enjoy!

EDIT: I noticed while going through my pining Sherlock list I missed quite a few fics, so check out that master link, and scroll down to “John’s Getting Married” for some other fics I missed!!

TSo3-RELATED FICS

Something Old, Something New by Aztecwarfareandcrumping (K, 778 w. || H/C, Angst, Pining) – Sherlock and John share a quiet moment before John’s wedding.

Velvet by headlessjess (G, 1,155 w. || TSo3-Fic, Pining, Angst, Jealous Sherlock, Loneliness, Sad Fic) – It’s the day, the wedding day - John and Mary, getting married. And then there’s Sherlock, in pain and in love, without knowing how to deal with it.

L'Esprit D'Escalier by TheSoulOfAStrawberry (K, 2,011 w. || Ace Sherlock, Romance, H/C, Pining) – A lack of understanding leads to a misunderstanding, which in turn leads to two confused men dealing with something they should have sorted out earlier, rather than on John’s wedding day.

Unspoken by PipMer (T, 2,770 w. || Drugged John, Mutual Pining, John’s Missing Wednesday, Fluff & Angst, Canon Compliant, Gap Filler) – Sherlock wanted to test a hypothesis. About John. He wanted a question answered that he couldn’t just ask, at least not under normal conditions, because John would never tell him the truth about that.

Behind Closed Curtains by twisting_vine_x (G, 2,939 w. || Dancing, Angst, Pre-Slash) – Set loosely during season two, when Sherlock and John are still, ahem, dancing around each other. Sherlock teaches John how to dance.

John’s Missing Wednesday by PipMer (K+, 2,999 w. || Pre-Slash, Pre-TSo3, Non-Con Drugged John, Friendship, Experiment) – “Now John I’d poison. … Sloppy eater – dead easy. I’ve given him chemicals and compounds that way, he’s never even noticed. He missed a whole Wednesday once, didn’t have a clue.” – The Sign of Three. This is the story of that missing Wednesday.

Out of Time by westernredcedar (T, 3,163 w. || Wedding, Angst, Pining John, Sad Ending) – Somerset is a lovely place for a wedding, but what John hadn’t accounted for was the getting everyone there.

Nineteen Seconds of Falling by EmmyAngua (T, 3,739 w. || Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Falling in Love) – Sherlock spends exactly nineteen seconds zoned out after John asks him to be best man. He retreats to his mind palace in the desperate hope of figuring out what he wants, unfortunately for him his mind palace is full of people who keep trying to give him advice.

The Dance Lesson by bittergreens (G, 4,596 w. || TSo3 Missing Scene, Dancing, Pining Sherlock, URT/UST, Romance, Angst, POV John) – Sherlock teaches John to dip. Part 1 of Goodnight, Vienna

I think You Need A Doctor by TheGoodDirector (M, 5,254 w. || Hurt/Comfort, Friendship, Sherlock Whump, Mistaken Couple, Humour, Platonics, Mary is Nice) – John’s not been to Baker Street in four months and returns to find a bleeding Consulting Detective. John can’t help but take care and put up with him. Set after The Sign of Three/Before His Last Vow.

The Light of Day by allonsys_girl (M, 7,297 w. || First Kiss, Angst, TSo3-Fix-It, Possessive Sherlock, ) – Rewrite of the end of Sign of Three. John actually notices Sherlock leaving the reception early, and chases after him. Angsty Johnlock. Happy ending, for sure. Part 1 of The Light of Day

Not Broken, Just Bent by Schmiezi (E, 87,585 w. || Pining, Love Confessions, Torture, Hurt/Comfort, Heavy Angst, Villain!Mary, Suicidal Ideations, Main Character Death, Sherlock POV, Eventual Happy Ending) – “For a second, I allow myself to remember teaching John how to waltz. There is a special room in my mind palace for it. A big one, with a proper parquet dance floor. For a second, I go there. I remember holding him, closer than the World Dance Council asks for, excusing it with the fact that we are training for a wedding, not for a competition. For a second, I feel his hand on mine again, smell his sweat, hear the song we used. For a second, I allow myself to love him deeply. For a second, only a second, that love reflects on my face.” Fix-it for S3, starting at the end of TSoT. Evil Mary.

MARKED FOR LATER

I haven’t read these yet so read at your own discretion.

About What Happened Yesterday… by Ewebie (M, 1,439 w. || Missing Scene, John’s Missing Wednesday, Sherlock is a Bit Not Good, Drugged John) – I think I’ve always wanted to know what exactly happened to that Missing Wednesday… You? Part 22 of Tumblr Shorts

I Want to tell you but i don’t know how by Lightofonesoul (G, 2,028 w. || Pining Sherlock, Love Confessions, TSo3 Fic, Angst, Sherlock’s Violin) – Have you ever wondered, what’s happening at the 3X02 after John asked at Sherlock to be his Best man? What did they say then? “Can a soul be crushed? It’s very illogical but that is what it feels like to him. Sherlock feels like a violin, tensed and tight, scratched by an invisible bow, but without any sound. ”

The Eleventh Hour by EchoSilverWolf (T, 2,968 w. || Stag Night, Drinking, TSo3, Idiots in Love, Fluff, First Kiss, POV John) – Stag Night fix-it starting from the scene on the stairs. No case interruption. “Even in the eleventh hour, it’s not too late…”

If He Knows by shamelessmash (M, 4,513 w. || TSo3, Pining Sherlock, POV Sherlock, Texting, Internal Monologue, Pillow Forts, Bed Sharing) – I imagine mornings: John handing me a cup of tea, hair sticking out at odd angles. How he would bend down to kiss me, smiling fondly as he pulls away. The way his skin crinkles at the corner of his eyes, the way his skin looks in the morning light. The soft sigh as he sits in his chair with the morning paper, the way his toes curl in the carpet, the way he rolls his shoulders before sinking deeper into his seat. I watch him, how he is when he is content, as it should be. As he deserves. Happy. With me.

You Are The Reason by ICanDoThisAllDayy (G, 9,432 w. || Post-TSo3, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Pining, Letters, Bisexual John, Song Fic, Heavy Angst) – When Sherlock leaves the envelope for John and Mary at their wedding, he forgets to take out another piece of paper from it - the paper on which he poured his heart out while preparing the Best Man’s Speech at 221B Baker Street. He intended to burn the piece right after he finished writing, but he was too exhausted from the emotions and accidentally slipped it amongst his composition for the Waltz. As things work out, somebody reads his letter. That somebody is John Watson. Part 2 of Songs-inspired fic(let)s

#steph replies #johnlock fic recs #tso3 fics #my fic recs #pining sherlock #Anonymous

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musicdeejaysorceress · 5 years

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Sensual Woman CD from 2010-2012Music Nostalgia Post 1

A Compilation of My Music Playlists Compiled From Amazon Youtube Etc.

Saturday, November 24, 2018

Sensual Woman CD from 2010-2012 Music Nostalgia Post 1As With My other posts, I am very thankful for all who visit andor view my online posts. Due to the time I need to allow myself to get ready for work, I have enough time to at least list the songs and I pledge to add further details on how I came to hear about a multiple number of these songs by Wednesday December 19, 2018 andor sooner. The Following is a playlist that I put together on a blank cd from the time period sometime from either late 2010 andor to 2012, what I do know for sure it that it was definitely sometime after December 2010 because of the feature of the Katy Perry song. One of the reasons I feel comfortable sharing on why I put together such nostalgic playlists are that as outrageous andor unconventional as it sounds, I have a feeling that both my present and future interests andor even possibly some unexpected occurences in my life that my intuition and higher self/soul are calling my attention to are hidden in clues pertaining to my music interest andor present andor future circumstances related in some way to my personal andor professional life (for instance some of the songs reminding me in some way of fun andor carefree times with my husband andor music reminding me of a cd, a writing idea andor something else that I derived benefit from later in the present andor future via either some music I bought with money from employment andor something else such as recognizing why I might have used some of these songs for fun in some of my creative writing freestyle fiction stories for instance (including more reasons etc), more of which I have faith that I am going to understand why I am following my creative intuition to post the Sensual Woman playlist within 2 to 5 years andor less from now. Due to the controversial nature of a multiple number of these songs, I am following my creative intuition to keep them recorded in some of my emails, on just my googleplus, tumblr, and wordpress feed for now

Monday December 10 2018

Sensual Woman CD 2010-2012 More details to be added later by Wednesday December 19, 2018 andor sooner

Lovergirl Teena Marie

Teeth Lady Gaga

Peacock Katy Perry

I Think I Love You by Balm (derived from the Trance Party Vol. 6 compilation mixed by the Happy Boys)

Untouched The Veronicas

Something Kinda Ooooh Girls Aloud

Sensitized Kylie Minogue-Sensitized by Kylie Minogue is a distinctive club song that I have to credit finding out about around late 2007/winter timeframe from her Kylie Minogue's X collection. I just wish that it would have enjoyed more popularity here in the U.S. I think that the song's novelty was maybe ahead of its time by 2 to 3 years and that maybe it would have been more widely known if it was released andor featured more once electronic dance music because more popular on more American radio stations post 2010.

Because the Night 10000 Maniacs

Gimme Some Love Gina G

Damn I Wish I Was Your Lover Sophie B Hawkins

Come Go With Me Expose

Self Control Laura Branigan

Sexual (Li Da Di) Amber

Possession Sarah Mclachlan

Irresistible The Corrs

Ride A White Horse Goldfrapp

Erotica Madonna

Saturday, November 24, 2018

Music Nostalgia Post 1

Music Nostalgia SectionTo my facebook and googleplus viewers; I appreciate all who take the time to look at my posts including my music nostalgia posts. I understand that the number of music nostalgia videos I have been sharing are multiple. However, I am following my creative intuition to finish what I started a few days ago to share some more music nostalgia posts from my 20s at least tonight for both present and future reference towards hidden creative interests through music that penetrate my soul that I also have faith/trust might uplift others as well. Additionally, I was going to finish up in sharing some more music nostalgic videos tonight because I am both intuitively and logically aware that I have some things that I must attend to around this time tomorrow evening. Now on to the remaining nostalgia music themed videos I intend to share tonight-This dreamy pop song that is Breathless by the Corrs is a joyful type of pop tune that I unexpectedly came across in 2001 when I was still stationed in Yokosuka Japan through a Grammy Awards 2001 music compilation that I purchased from a Navy Exchange. I like how the music creatively blends with the push the envelope type of vocals. For my googleplus and facebook sharing section-there is a fun music video to this song that seems to be an aviation component with the Corrs group singing with a plane featuring in the music video. Strangely enough I also started to listen to this song more often after I had been stationed at an aviation squadron in California from October 2003 until early 2005. Creative fiction storytelling idea; a tv andor movie commercial that shows the Breathless song by the Corrs by the year 2021 andor sooner.

I have to credit first hearing the Flip and Fill remix of Satellites by September around the 2008 timeframe from a music cd collection titled Trance Party Vol. 6 (a music collection that I purchased from a navy exchange in Mayport Florida around the 2006/2007 timeframe)by the time I was living in Norfolk Virginia. I always took this song to symbolize being careful to avoid comparing your progress to others to kind of be a best friend to yourself and just see the gift of another day as a chance to start another day. I am also reposting the comment I included about this song for a nostalgic music playlist post tonight that I am going to start on my googleplus, tumblr, and wordpress blogs.The Flip & Fill Remix Version of Satellites by September is beyond an incredible and healing song. Another version I have heard before is also fantastic to listen to. However,I enjoy listening to this version (Flip & Fill Remix) of Satellites by September as I find it very musically and spiritually therapeutic.Creative fiction storytelling idea; an uplifting spiritual book comes out by the year 2030 based on the message of the song Satellite by September.

Like It or Not by MadonnaMy sweet husband gifted me with the music collection of Confessions on the Dancefloor by Madonna sometime around the 2005/2006 timeframe when we were both living on the Mayport Florida base. Like it or Not by Madonna was one of the unique dance songs on that I took to right away. I still have yet to make out the full meaning of this song years later yet I am taking a wild intuitive guess that maybe it is a self confidence type of anthem.Creative fiction storytelling idea; a future fictional movie of female characters Mata Hari and Cleopatra inspired by the Like it or Not song that Madonna creates is released by the year 2040 andor sooner.

Around the World by AquaI admit that this festive and upbeat type of tune that is Around the World by Aqua seeped into my soul/spirit after I first heard this song around the summer/autumn 2001 from a music collection that I purchased from one of the liberty ports that I visited from my time in the navy. For my facebook, tumblr, googleplus, and tumblr-I admit that I wish that I could remember with great clarity which liberty port it was because I had seen India, Dubai, and Singapore among some of the multiple stops during that time yet I am guessing and thinking that I unexpectedly discovered this song through a music collection that I bought at a shopping mall in India. I remember for sure that it was a music collection from one of those 3 places (India, Dubai, or Singapore)even though I have also purchased music cd imports from Dubai, Singapore and Hong Kong before as all three places carried music import collections from Europe.Creative storytelling idea; a food cooking show based andor inspired on the song Around the World by Aqua released sometime by the year 2029 andor sooner.

Things Can Only Get Better by Howard JonesI remember frequently hearing this song Things Can Only Get Better by Howard Jones on local radio around the 2006/2007 timeframe eerily when I would be truly making an effort to either listen to my intuition from within my soul andor see the good in what both the unexpected challenges of life and the unexpected good experiences in life were teaching me. I know it sounds strange yet it was as if my soul/spirit andor intuition was reminding me to always believe and expect that life circumstances could always get brighter andor even better than expected despite what was projected in current circumstances. I also take this song as a healing spiritual reminder to always see the glass half full through various life circumstances.Creative fiction storytelling idea; a theater play based on Things Can Only Get Better by Howard Jones released by the year 2039 andor sooner.I admit that I have to credit hearing this song

If You Only Knew by Shinedown via local Orlando Florida song around the 2009 timeframe. This band also has a multiple number of other good songs; Second Chance, State of My Head, Cut the Cord, Human Radio, and more. However, If You Only Knew by Shinedown shows the emotion of love in a creative and meaningful light.Creative fiction storytelling idea; a tv episode based on this song shown on tv by the year 2038 andor sooner.

Wherever You Are I Feel Love by LaavaI admit that I look at multiple online websites nowadays for news articles and to be informed andor entertained in some way (msn google yahoo Washington post Virginian Pilot and more). However, I admit to first hearing about this Wherever You Are I Feel Loved song by Laava online around the 2005/2006 timeframe through yahoo radio. I feel a colorful and mystical type of vibe with this dance/club love song.Creative fiction storytelling idea; a fictional movie, tv episode andor story on a long distance relationship, partnership, andor marriage that is released by the year 2042 andor sooner features this song as one of the songs on the music soundtrack.

I am lucky/fortunate to have first been exposed to a variation of this euphoric cheery energy song that is Come Into My Dream by Foggy via online around the 2005/2006 timeframe. For some unexpected reason, I started to enjoy this song even more around the 2008/2009 timeframe and to this day I get a joyful/take each day of life as a gift type of feeling when I hear this melody.Creative fiction storytelling idea; a futuristic movie, tv episode andor film based on andor related to/inspired by the Inception film except set in the year 2130 features this song Come Into My Dream by Foggy and is released by the year 2088 andor sooner.I always took this song Better Than Life by Ultrabeat to be about feeling good in life.

I admit that I became aware of the Better Than Life Ultrabeat song after hearing it on a Now Dance 2005 Vol. 1 music collection after purchasing it from Amazon UK around December 2008 (when I was residing in Norfolk Virginia).Creative fiction storytelling idea; a music festival themed after the Better Than Life message organized by the year 2035 andor sooner.

I truly wish that I could remember the exact music compilation where I first heard this music gem that is True Love Never Dies by Kelly Llorena and Flip & Fill around the 2005/2006 timeframe. What I do remember is that it was a UK music compilation and I took the sign to be a symbolism of enduring love. Regardless, I enjoy the festive and upbeat energy of this song.Creative fiction storytelling idea; an enduring love song playlist includes this song.

This appealing dance/pop/club tune that is Totally Addicted to Bass by Puretone is another tune that I first heard through a music compilation and I am fortunate to remember that I first heard this unique tune (Apollo 440 mix) via the Hits 52 music compilation (a UK import) by the 2005/2006 timeframe. Still, I am glad for whoever made Totally Addicted to Bass available on youtube in this version because it is closely related to the song I heard on Hits 52 and to this day I find this song entertaining to listen to.Creative fiction storytelling idea; a futuristic computer game that is released by the year 2058 andor sooner includes this song.

This song Sky by Sonique was a tune that I remember hearing around 2001 from a music compilation titled Passion that had an image of a heart inside a red/orange like colored background (I think was a UK music import) that I purchased from a liberty port that I visited when I was stationed in Yokosuka Japan. Sky by Sonique also reminds me of a happy love song type of vibe that is similar to her other song It Feels So Good.Creative fiction storytelling idea; a song to be included in a happy love type of story andor playlist.

Babycakes by 3 of a Kind is a racy and innovative dance/club tune that I definitely first heard around December 2008/early 2009 via a UK music collection (Now Dance 2005 Vol. 1). I still have yet to make out the full meaning of this song over 9 years after first hearing the song. However, I have to admit that the theme of the group members mixing the theme of making desserts in the kitchen definitely adds a bold and creative music vibe.Creative fiction storytelling idea; Group members from 3 of a Kind combine the theme of the music video of their song Babycakes with a music collaboration with Katy Perry of Katy Perry’s Bon Appetit music video by the year 2028 andor sooner.

Black Coffee by All Saints is a romantic/pop tune that I definitely first heard by the 2005/2006 timeframe. I wish that I could remember the first music compilation that I actually first heard this song. Fortunately, this song brings back positive memories for me because fortunately my husband and I were becoming closer to each other in our marriage when I first heard this song. Even to this day, I still have yet to make out the full meaning of this song. However, I personally take Black Coffee by All Saints to be a cautionary tale to also treasure and appreciate the one you love and know stands by you through both challenging and good/blessed times (whether it is a spouse, friend andor family member) even though I’m intuitively aware that this song Black Coffee by All Saints probably symbolizes so much more in a meaningful way.Creative fiction storytelling idea; a happy love story or love movie that features this song as part of one of their themes that is released by the year 2050 andor sooner.

I admit that I am probably always going to associate this edgy song Voodoo Child by Rogue Traders to the Dr. Who Television series in a similar way that others do because that is one of my first memories of when I first heard this catchy pop/electro rock song around the 2005/2006 timeframe. My sweet husband had a significant influence on me watching the episode with him which is why I am probably going to always have a positive connection with this song regardless of the meaning of this song. I admit that I still have yet to make out the full meaning of this song. However on a positive note, the uniqueness of this song is always going to at least help remind me of one of my husband’s interests for at least the rest of my current earth lifetime (the Dr. Who tv show).Creative fiction storytelling idea; someone andor more than one person connected to the creation of this song Voodoo Child by the Rogue Traders discusses the full meaning of this song by the year 2039 andor sooner.

This song Insatiable by Darren Hayes is also another tune that I am glad is made available on youtube. I actually unexpectedly first heard this Insatiable song by Darren Hayes on television around the 2002 timeframe when I was staying at a hotel in Tokyo Japan (I think it was the New Sanno hotel). Nonetheless, the distinctive song has bold energy coupled with intense vocals and music that fits the mood of this underrated song. The music collection that this Insatiable song is on also has some other fun multiple songs included within the compilation.Creative fiction storytelling idea; Insatiable by Darren Hayes;a perfect song to go into a passionate love story andor passionate love playlist.

I like the electro and club vibe energy in this song Number 1 by Goldfrapp. I luckily first heard this song around the 2005/2006 via online.Creative fiction storytelling idea; a theater or stage play based on this song playing at some type of amusement park by the year 2050 andor sooner.

I am lucky fortunate to have heard Heaven by DJ Sammy feat. Do by the early 2000s either from a music collection andor online(somewhere between the 2002 to 2005 timeframe). Nonetheless, I enjoy this spiritually elevating type of dance/trance love song and on the bright side this song definitely makes me think of the blessing that is my husband of 14 years. I admit that hearing this song actually contributed to me also enjoy the Heaven version by Bryan Adams which makes it tricky for me to choose which version of Heaven I enjoy more.Creative fiction storytelling playlist; this song being part of a one of a kind/healing/enduring love playlist

I admit that I wish that I could remember if I first heard Live Your Life by T.I. feat Rihanna from either local Norfolk Virginia radio andor television though I do remember it was definitely by the late 2008/early 2009 timeframe. The music collaboration featuring T.I. and R.I. is both a daring and push the envelope type of ambition song with the subtle music melding from the part of the music beat from the Dragostea Din Ti song by O-Zone.Creative fiction storytelling idea; an airplane themed movie, tv episode andor book that features both the versions by T.I. and Rihanna and Ozone by the year 2041 andor sooner.

Let Me Blow Ya Mind by Eve feat. Gwen Stefani is definitely an amusing and motivational music collaboration song that appears to be a tune about persistence andor self confidence. I am definitely glad that I unintentionally discovered this song after hearing it on the Now That’s What I Call Music 7 Collection (US version that I purchased from a navy exchange in Yokosuka Japan by sometime around the 2001/2002 timeframe). The music video of Let Me Blow Ya Mind by Eve feat. Gwen Stefani is also entertaining to watch.Creative fiction storytelling idea; a movie andor tv episode pertaining to some type of house andor mansion party inspired by the music video is released by the year 2039 andor sooner.

I admit that Kylie Minogue is another musician that my loving husband had an influence in getting me to listen to her music more often after he and I unexpectedly met in 2002. By mid 2004, I started listening to Kylie Minogue’s music more often from my own free will with a multiple number of her hit songs-Red Blooded Woman, On a Night Like This, Chocolate, Come Into My World, I Believe In You, one of her greatest hits collections,songs from her other music collections such as 2007’s X and more. I first heard Love At First Sight either from a music collection andor from a cd that my husband was playing by around the 2002/2003 timeframe when we were both still living in Yokosuka Japan. Regardless of when I first heard this love song, I take Love at First Sight by Kylie Minogue to be a dance/club love song to be about a special andor destined love connection that transformed into a happy type of love story and she met this love at first sight person right when she least expected it (which I can relate as I unexpectedly met my husband when I least expected it). Anyhow, I’m guessing the lyrics of the music you were playing really blew my mind to symbolize maybe their romantic connection was further solidified either via shared/common music interests andor shared spiritual energy. Anyhow, I admit that Love At First Sight by Kylie Minogue also makes me think of my husband in a meaningful way(we’re destined to be together at least in our current earth lifetimes together type of vibe).Creative fiction storytelling idea; a multiple number of Kylie Minogue’s songs are made into plays by the year 2040 andor sooner.

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andsoshespins · 3 years

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Wednesday’s Words

My new glasses are actually more exciting than I remember, and I am thrilled to have them in my possession.

Upon reflection, while I am quite happy with the new look, “thrilled” might be an exaggeration. When will I actually feel a true thrill again? So much feels like distant, second-hand emotion during the last year.

Alkaline Trio has a thing about fingers...There are at least three songs I can think of that make mention of these important digits.

My stomach has been a bit bothersome lately, and I am not sure if I should be concerned or just better manage my anxiety.

Remind me again why we are doing standardized testing?

My electricians stopped by this week to check on an update we might do, and I forgot how fucking hilarious they are. These two old dudes should have their own reality show.

Related: It rekindled my interest in writing a collection of short stories about the colorful cast of characters who worked on our home renovations before we moved in.

When do you stop wishing your ex-boyfriend a happy birthday because things ended amicably so there is no reason not to? Do you?

Sometimes your brother will decide that Wednesday at 6pm is a good time to dig up weeds, put down new soil, and plant seeds in an attempt to grow more and better grass in the tiny patches of green we call “lawn.”

And then the light fades, you break two trowels, have to borrow a real spade, make a mental note to buy your own this year, there are still too many goddamn dandelions, and the 10 bags of soil he bought filled up only a single spot on the side of the house. So we must recommence another sunny day anyway.

Our new book club read is kind of interesting, a mix of magic and history in Rasputin’s Russia.

I am keeping up my Easter egg string lights upon my bookshelf for a little while longer. They bring me joy in the evening. And joy is important.

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The Brave & The Polygraphed

Timeline: Post-Justice League Pairing: Bruce X Diana Word Count: 4,093 words

NOTE: This story is a sequel to The Calm Between The Storms, in case you’d like to know more about my post-JL line of thought. Enjoy!

“Thank you again, Victor.” Said a breathless Diana as she maneuvered three more boxes labeled ‘Shoes’ into her apartment’s living room. She noticed her fellow Leaguer’s eyebrow arch from beneath his grey tracksuit’s hood, clearly in disbelief at the assortment of her belongings. But like the respectable young gentleman he was, Victor quickly glanced back at the digitally projected map in front of him instead of uttering a word of his opinion.

“The plane will be on the roof in less than two,” he informed her with a professional clip to his tone. Then, he loosened his shoulders with a robotic shuffling and reiterated to her once again. “And it’s no problem. Gives me a chance to see the lights of Paris.”

“If I had known you wanted to see the city, I wouldn’t have planned to move so late at night—“

The man branded as the Cyborg showed little to no emotion on his face when he explained, “If you had called during the day, I wouldn’t have been able to come at all.”

Diana did not want to accept the defeatist attitude her team mate was clearly harbouring. It had been only a few weeks since they had met face to face and challenged the self-proclaimed End of Worlds together, so it would be unrealistic to expect a complete change in Victor’s stance on reintegrating with the public in such a short span of time. Still, her tender admiration for the young man motivated her to provide him with yet another sage piece of advice. “They can’t decide whether or not they accept you if you don’t give them the chance to see you.”

A hollow chuckle escaped Victor, but it seemed to come from deep within the human remains of his chest. “I know, but I think I’ll start in a place that I’m more familiar with, like...somewhere close to home, where I can communicate with people in English if things don’t work out.”

“Fair enough.” Diana agreed, accepting the possibility he had promised her. Her faith in his words was strong, as was the motion with which the Amazon tossed on her red leather jacket and prepared to move her belongings up to the roof.

Victor’s heavy footsteps stomped towards her. “Besides, if I want a first person point of view of any place, I just need to take a look inside here.” A metallic finger tapped his temple, obviously referring to the computer-like interface that existed within him, tethering him to the entire world through digital means.

“That may be true,” hummed the immortal goddess while looking around her Parisian home one last time. Perhaps it was her nostalgia for a place she had yet to leave that made her sentiments so blunt. “But nothing compares to experiencing something yourself. Trust me.”

“Technically, vlogs and Snapchat videos give me that perspective... Um, Snapchat is this app where you can record 10 second videos and send them to your friends—“

“I know what Snapchat is!” Feigning indignation, Diana defended herself from Victor’s perception that she was not at all technically savvy.

Immediately, Cyborg held up his hands in defence. Though he appeared as if he was fearful of her reaction, a hint of amusement snuck in between his words, “All right, all right. I just wasn’t sure. I can’t even imagine what you’d send as a snap. ‘It’s fun being everyone’s Woman Crush Wednesday’ with the heart crown filter on?”

It almost pained Diana that she didn’t understand what this ‘Woman Crush Wednesday’ was, and why women could only be admired in the middle of the week; the pursing of her lips coupled with the following silence revealed the truth to him rather plainly. Perhaps she wasn’t as invested in the modern world as she had thought.

Thankfully, a set of three beeps and the flashing of the blue sensor in the middle of Cyborg’s forehead changed the subject for them rather seamlessly. Taking it upon himself to start the process, Victor reached for a stack of boxes - the ones labeled ‘Books’ instead of her tower of ‘Shoes’. “It’s getting ready to land. We better get a move on.”

Diana nodded while smirking ever so slightly as they graciously carried on with her move. Picking up four boxes of her own, she led the two of them to her soon-to-be- ex-front door. As she twisted the handle, she suddenly thought to ask, “Is anyone on board?”

“No, Alfred put in the coordinates from the cave,” a simple answer to a simple question, until Victor felt the urge to tack on a query of his own. “I guess Bruce is too busy playing CEO to fly over this time.”

Diana did her best not to laugh at the absent Batman’s expense. After all, it was his plane that was acting as her moving van from Paris to Washington. “It’s only...six o’clock in the evening for him, isn’t it? If he’s not in some meeting or secretly hunting a criminal while at work, he’s most likely overseeing the construction of our headquarters.”

“Hm,” came the auto-tuned murmur from Cyborg. Indifferent to the explanation, the neutral sound he made didn’t feel like much of a finishing note to the conversation. His thudding feet only helped to pronounce each passing second during their trek down the hall and into the building’s stairwell.

Diana, focusing on her steps while climbing the two staircases, found her curiosity getting the better of her. While her boots - the only pair that hadn’t been packed away - clicked upon the steps, she dared to inquiry, “What? What was the noise for?”

“What? I just—“

“Find it hard to believe that one person can do so many things at the same time? I told him to let me help manage the construction, but he refused me when I refused to tell him my new address.”

“You did?”

“Yes, but only because I know he’ll amuse himself trying to figure it out.” Diana explained at the perfect moment, as she opened the rooftop door to reveal their awaiting plane. The riled wind whipped around them as they made their way to the bay’s open gate, the lights inside the aircraft nearly blinding them. “Alfred would never betray my trust and tell him, I know.”

That earned her a hardy chuckle from Victor, who had placed his boxes down in the space vacated by the BatMobile before patting his torso. “That might give Bruce even more trust issues than he already has.”

Now, it was Diana’s turn to laugh aloud, her voice challenging the roaring engine of the parked Batplane. Her willpower to defend Bruce’s honour was fading ever so slowly, the longer she spoke with Victor; somehow, bonding with Cyborg seemed almost too easy when it was at the expense of the reigning Master Wayne.

“No,” Diana promised despite having no proof that she was correct. “It’s merely an entertaining puzzle for him, something to ponder that doesn’t end with any kind of catastrophic destruction.”

Victor immediately chimed in, “It’s his own version of a crossword puzzle.”

Diana’s brightened when he offered his description. “Exactly!” She praised him by way of her enthusiastic agreement.

Nevertheless, it seemed no explanation would curb his disappointment that there wasn’t a cowl-wearing man helping them to carry her television on board. “I don’t know, maybe it’s because I still find it surreal that Batman is someone I can contact now – he’s more than just some vigilante horror story.” The perplexed, one-eyed stare Victor showed he did not steal away her smile, but his words certainly did.

She chose to lead him off of the plane and across the roof before she asked, “Is he really so hated, in his own city? Given the way Bruce acts, I imagined that he was highly revered by the people of Gotham.”

“Depends who you ask.” Was Victor’s casual answer, going so far as to shrug at her assumption.

“Did the people you knew think of him like that?”

Victor’s lips pressed together to demonstrate to her that he felt as if he could not give her a simple answer. When they reached the rooftop’s door, he walked through it while meeting her gaze. “I honestly believed he was nothing more than some guy with too much time on his hands, who was so full of himself, that he actually thought he could take on the never-ending reign of madmen in Gotham all on his own.”

‘That wasn’t entirely an incorrect belief,’ Diana thought to herself automatically.

“So you expect the world of him, then,” feeling empathetic towards the man inside the bat costume, Wonder Woman summarized the story told to her rather eloquently, “He’s like a god among men to you now, able to appear at any location in the blink of an eye or a swipe of a credit card.”

“Hey, now, I know he’s human. And for a guy with no powers, he sure acts like he’s got them all. That much of the stories are true.”

That they could agree on. Even if, at times, it felt to her as though his goals steered him off course, the impressive work ethic that Bruce possessed managed to motivate him despite the madness he supposedly faced daily. There was so much willpower inside of him that it was amazing, if she allowed herself to think on it long enough. Godlike, if she were honest.

Though she could compare him to the likes of Prometheus, if she thought long about that as well, which was the most apt reference she could make of Bruce in relation to the heroes she once knew.

Recognizing Victor’s perspective to a certain degree, Diana teasingly apologized, “Then I am sorry he disappointed you tonight.”

They had made it into her apartment again while mauling over the words to describe Bruce Wayne. There were still many boxes to take upstairs, meaning there would be ample time to discuss many other topics to make their night go by faster.

Victor did not share her vision, it appeared, for when she chose to scoop up a trunk full of her coats, he half-heartedly revealed, “I just thought you’d be – if he can come visit you here to bring you some note all the way from Gotham, he could come do some heavy lifting.”

Her joints twitched for a moment as she paused during the heavy lifting she had been doing when he made such a curious remark. “What note?”

With her entire collection of dishes resting in his arms, Victor appeared much more relaxed than he ought to be. “He flew here once to give you a note in some briefcase, didn’t he?” For someone who previously stated something as fact, his question felt most definitely belated.

There was a preference to keep such details private, as Diana could easily assume what it was Cyborg was referring to. How he could have learned about the delivery that Wayne Enterprises made to her was beyond her. His assumption that they had dropped off a note was odd, but it most likely meant that he knew nothing of her photograph. She had trusted that Bruce had kept his retrieval of it a secret, and yet—

“Someone from his company once delivered something to me, yes. But it wasn’t Bruce himself.”

“That’s not what I heard.” Victor muttered under his breath rather cheekily, a character trait she had yet to see from him until that very moment. It impressed her to know he could be so silly, while simultaneously irking her to think that he knew something about that important delivery she did not.

If Cyborg was subtly implying that Bruce had come to Paris with the photograph, could he be lying? Would he?

Given his capabilities to interact and bypass the security of even the BatCave’s computer, it was possible that he found some information about that mission Bruce had given himself, to locate the picture and return it to her. But that would imply that Bruce Wayne, CEO hopped on a personal plane and flew across the Atlantic Ocean so that he could hand over something that had been stolen from her, and chose to unceremoniously allow an employee to do it instead?

It did nothing to dissuade her from believing the story to be true when she imagined that Victor’s newfound interest in her interactions with the troublesome Master Wayne reminded her of a certain butler.

The Lasso of Hestia could give her the answers she sought, should she feel the need to learn the truth directly. However, she never intended to use any of her godly gifts on her fellow Justice League members, her friends.

No, there was a simpler and much more entertaining method of learning the truth.

Diana would simply have to contain herself until she reached America in order to make use of it.

Or rather, she merely had to wait until they landed in Washington and walked out onto the tarmac, as it was none other than Bruce Wayne waiting there to greet them. Hands in the pockets of his coat, hair tossed around by the wind that was stirred up by his plane, an absolutely childish smirk forcing the corners of his mouth to give away his silly sense of pride, he was the epitome of a man who felt as if he had won some game. It was decided by Diana in that moment to consider him as one of the ‘children’ she had agreed to work with, given either his spitefulness or his egoism had brought him to greet her as she exited the Batplane.

“Did you have a nice flight?” Asked the billionaire as he strode towards them.

Victor, having once labeled him as an ‘asshole’ before, was unafraid to question his intention. Planted firmly at the top of the bay door, he shouted out, “It was nice to sit for four hours after all the packing and moving we did.”

Diana had carried herself down the ramp and over to Bruce as he acknowledged Cyborg’s ability to less the flight time of his planes. “I’ll have to build a plane one of these days that can keep up with you on a constant basis.” “And a computer system, too.” It was obvious to her that Victor was giving Bruce a hard time for his surprise arrival in the most convenient city of their trip…

She couldn’t find it in her heart to stop him from doing so, regardless.

Crossing her arms over her chest, Diana spoke in order to put an end to their meager squabbling. “How did you find us?”

“It’s my plane, Diana.” Bruce’s haze hovered on his aircraft for a moment too long before he finally looked at her. Face to face, her eyes noticed that there was indeed a barricade behind his stare and it revealed to her that it wasn’t as confident as he appeared mere moments ago. It did indeed give her an edge of her own as she prepared to have him reveal a few too many truths to her.

“Yes, but Alfred was in charge of making sure you minded your own business, for once.”

“Don’t worry, your friend didn’t betray your trust.” He guaranteed by not just what he said, but by the crankiness in the tone of voice he used to tell her.

It took all she had not to show him what that smirk he had worn looked like on her own eager lips. “I guess I should have known that the World’s Greatest Detective would have found out where were.”

“I think if I can locate a bunch of Metahumans who are trying to stay off the grid, I can—”

“Don’t let him fool you, Diana – he has an override on the security of the Batplane and found out where we were headed.” Came an incredibly helpful voice from inside the plane, strained on certain words as he began to bring her belongings onto the tarmac.

Bruce inhaled deeply with evident frustration; with his reactions so unhinged, Diana realized that Victor’s blunt nature could act as its own truth-obtaining force, one that worked much faster than her considerate one. It impressed her and comforted her greatly to know he was on her side in this endeavour.

After a glare that Batman reserved for his most irritating foes was shot Cyborg’s way, Bruce said through gritted teeth, “Thank you, Victor. Why don’t you put those in my car?”

So focused Diana had been on seeing Bruce that she hadn’t taken much note of the vehicle he had been standing in front of: a dazzling Mercedes-Benz SUV.

The thought struck her as soon as she saw it – Bruce owned the luxury version of what looked like the car for a mother of five.

That made sense to her, if she was being honest with herself.

Still, despite his preparedness, Diana straightened and spoke firm yet indirectly, “A plane, a car – you are providing us with so much considering we did not ask for all of this.”

As she spoke, her brown eyes were fixated on the sneaky return of that devious grin of his. It grew larger than it had looked before, which only unnerved her. He even allowed a slight pause to pass between them before trying to sound generous in order to mask how coy he actually felt. “I flew you here, Diana – it’s no trouble for me to drop you off. Besides, 2890 West 20th Street isn’t too far from here.”

There it was. The reason he had been smiling like a fool the moment he saw them. The World’s Greatest Detective had uncovered her address and had completely ruined her request of setting boundaries. Even if she had anticipated him attempting to unearth her information before she had the chance to tell him herself, she never expected him to appear before her, acting as if he should be congratulated and awarded a prize.

Not one for modern cursing, she could suddenly empathize with Victor’s usage of signature insult rather easily.

“You’re right,” Diana admitted as she tried to appear unaffected by him. That did not mean she planned to inflate his arrogance any more than it already had been. Quick on her feet – the wisdom of Athena bestowing upon her a great deal of wit – she pounced on the conversation and steered it to where she wanted it to go. “You know better than anyone that I like to live close to airports, for convenience sake.”

The stutter in his shifting expressions renewed Diana’s spirit as she challenged Bruce Wayne. His blinking was excessive before he cleared his throat. “And how would I know that?”

Ready to parry him, Diana proceeded, “Well, I assume that the briefcase you delivered to me at my work wasn’t where you originally wanted to give it to me, was it? It would have been much easier for Bruce Wayne to visit me at my home, but perhaps too chaotic for the press if he suddenly arrived at the Louvre. Right?” With a faux look of curiosity and a tilt of her head, it was all she could do to keep her mouth in a straight line.

A befuddled Bruce had barely opened his mouth when Cyborg’s booming laughter caught both of their attention. It felt very much like she had teamed up with Victor in order to take down the Batman in a verbal sparring match, and their combined efforts had won them the round. The way those trimmed brows sank into the bridge of his nose were the greatest indicator of how sour his mood had become. It was almost fascinating to the goddess as she witness the spectrum of human emotion rush across his chiseled face.

In contrast to his abrupt changes in mood, the hand he raised to rest on the back of Diana’s arm was rather gentle. “Can we talk somewhere else?” Was the odd request that Bruce made, all while still focused on the Batplane behind her.

“Why?” Diana inquired.

“Because I’d prefer to be out of earshot.” Bruce justified his request while rudely glaring at the very person he was trying to escape.

It was easy to abide by his requests when he was so clearly put out by Victor’s protective nature over her. She offered her ally a courteous smile as she was led away by her elbow. The grasp he had on her physically was not at all necessary, but her trust for Bruce – though still unstable in certain regards – could tolerate his gestures now. There was a gentler intention than when they first met, after all.

It inspired her to begin their hushed conversation softer than she intended. “Bruce.” His name was a single-syllabled admonishment.

“Is that what he told you?” Accused one of the team leaders of his fellow team mates.

Diana wondered if she had the patience to remain coy after hearing a remark like that. “It’s what he gathered, I suppose. If he could find me in your secret cave, I am inclined to believe him.”

Bruce’s face somehow hardened more so than before. He said nothing, choosing to stand there like one of the many gargoyles that decorated the landmarks of Gotham City: hunched shoulders that supported a face crinkled face of great displeasure.

No matter his reaction, though, it only confirmed to her that what she had been told was the truth.

Bravely, Diana stepped toward the disgruntled Bruce, arms crossed so as to create some distance between them, if only in her body language. “If you stayed away out of respect to me—”

There, suddenly, a flicker of grateful understanding peeked out from behind his deep brown eyes.

“—I appreciate the gesture.”

“It was the least I could do,” Bruce clarified. His voice was a tad hoarse, most likely due to the lack of cross words he had fired at her for the past few moments. He shrugged off his whispered words rather boyishly. “After dragging you out of hiding like that, having you fight Doomsday with us, I had to do find it for you.”

“I was actually on a plane” – she felt the need to inform him of the similarities – “ready to leave America, when I saw that creature fighting you on the news.”

“So…after meeting me—”

“Yes.”

“—you tried to fly right back to France.”

“Exactly.”

“Hm.” Was the dumbfounded noise Bruce made in order to remain a part of their conversation. This time, the lines that typically appeared on his face when he felt uneasy did not show themselves; only his brows furrowed over his expectant eyes, wondering if she was going to inform him whether or not her opinion of him had at all been rectified since.

It was then Diana decided to exact her revenge upon the noisy but timid Batman. “But since you have a habit of flying out to meet me, why don’t we let Victor head home after a long day of helping me pack, and you can help me put all of these boxes into my apartment, at 2890 West 20th Street?”

“Oh, don’t worry about me,” Victor’s voice reached the two founding members rather easily through each of their cellphones, startling them both. “I’d be entertained if I came along, I know that.”

“I think we can manage.” Warned Bruce, already stomping his way back over to the plane.

Diana watched his back as he marched and placed a gentle fists to her lips, trying not to snicker. She could not truly tell if it was his anger towards the equally nosey Cyborg or his own male pride that made him agree so swiftly to her request, but it was amusing nonetheless to see Bruce play the role of a friend as a punishment for being his regular, obsessive self.

Seeing him interact with people whom he did not yet know was quite the sight. Both her and Bruce had a great deal in common when it came to their ability to relate to others while trying to maintain boundaries of their own, but the time had finally come where they needed to learn how to open up their worlds again after quite a long while. In a way, he was the ideal partner to go on such a hero’s journey with.

Now, it was time to see if he was the right person to help her move onward and upward, into the penthouse of her new building.

((I have been working on this little by little for daaays now! I kept getting stuck in certain places, but I decided that I could write something romcom-y for the two of them in Diana’s place later on if I felt inclined to do so~ I ADORED Victor in the movie, and it made total sense that Diana was the one who went to fetch him because both of their stories pertain to their hearts. I wanted to also show him in more of a relaxed state, and see the man beneath the hero you know? Anyway, I hope you enjoyed! ~Maiden))

#maiden writes #wonderbat #justice league #wonder woman #batman

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The two FBI agents killed in a Florida shooting were dedicated to preventing crimes against children The two were killed at an apartment complex executing a federal search warrant. Three other agents were wounded, two of whom were transported to the hospital and have since been released. The suspect in the shooting died at the scene and the FBI has said the investigation is ongoing. The agents were known for their exemplary efforts in the field, curbing child abuse with their investigatory work and educating students to the perils of sex crimes. “Our chosen profession is fraught with danger. Today this grim reality has taken two of our best from our family,” Piro said. Alfin played a key role in an ‘unprecedented’ child exploitation investigation Alfin, 36, was a New York native and started his FBI career in the bureau’s Albany, New York office in 2009. He was assigned to the Miami office in 2017, investigating crimes against children. According to federal court documents, Alfin said he was “recognized as an expert in federal court in areas relating to computer forensics and the investigation of child exploitation crimes.” The documents added that he had testified on more than 20 occasions as a witness, across more than 10 federal jurisdictions. Alfin played a critical role in a massive investigation that led to hundreds of child pornography arrests, according to a 2017 FBI statement. Officials at the time stated, “The case — and the thousands of follow-up investigations it has launched — is unprecedented in its scope and reach.” The case involved “Playpen,” described by authorities as a “highly sophisticated, global enterprise dedicated to the sexual exploitation of children, organized via a members-only website that operated on the dark web.” Alfin and his team’s investigation resulted in the arrests of at least 350 people based in the US, the prosecutions of 25 producers of child pornography, the arrests of 51 “hands-on abusers” and the identification or rescue of 55 American children, the FBI said. Abroad, the investigation led to 548 arrests and the identification or rescue of 296 sexually abused children, the FBI said. Alfin is quoted in an 2017 FBI statement about the case. “It’s the same with any criminal violation: As they get smarter, we adapt, we find them,” he said. “It’s a cat-and-mouse game, except it’s not a game. Kids are being abused, and it’s our job to stop that.” In 2018, Alfin was honored as part of the team involved in the case, and then-Deputy Attorney General Rod Rosenstein spoke warmly of the award recipients. “Today’s honorees earned the esteem of their colleagues. But most importantly, they earned the gratitude of our fellow citizens — the people whose communities you made safer, whose lives you improved, and whose trust you rewarded. Today, we pause to honor and recognize a small portion of your work,” Rosenstein said. Alfin is survived by his wife and one child, the FBI said. Schwartzenberger worked with schoolchildren to keep them safe Schwartzenberger, born in Pueblo, Colorado, joined the FBI in 2005 and was assigned to the Albuquerque, New Mexico office. She served in the Miami office since 2010, according to the bureau. She worked on cases of crimes against children for more than seven years, the FBI said. Schwartzenberger’s scope of work included other sex crimes. In 2018, she discussed with CNN affiliate WPEC the dangers of sextortion, a scam using the threat of illegally obtained images. “It is very traumatizing for the victim,” Schwartzenberger told WPEC. “Their reputation is on the line.” This form of blackmail by criminals includes “cases where they’ve hacked into the victim’s computer and hacked the person’s camera. That is where they got images or videos,” she said. Schwartzenberger worked in the community to educate schoolchildren about protecting themselves and others online, as noted by Alberto Carvalho, the Superintendent of the Miami-Dade County Public Schools. “From speaking to @rmsfalcons students about cyber safety, to fighting crimes against children, @FBI Special Agent Laura Schwartzenberger was deeply devoted to her work,” Carvalho posted on Twitter. “Our hearts go out to her family, as well as that of SA Daniel Alfin.” Rockway Middle School in Miami-Dade County, where Schwartzenberger spoke to assemblies, expressed its remorse in a statement. “As an FBI agent, Laura taught our students each year about the dangers of social media and much more. She would always say, ‘I feel that coming here and talking about the hard stuff means that I won’t see you guys on my end.’ “With her presentations, students would gain an awareness of online safety, cyberbullying, and experience the evidence response process of an FBI agent. “She would always answer all the students’ questions directly with care, but with firmness, to always remind them of the real world.” She is survived by her husband and two children, the FBI said. A GoFundMe page established in honor of Schwartzenberger has raised tens of thousands of dollars in its first 24 hours. “Laura was a light in this world. A true warrior, a long time CrossFitter, a wise woman, wonderful mother and beloved by our CrossFit VICE community,” its organizer said on the page. A community in shock The crime scene tape where the shootout occurred was still up Wednesday as agents gathered additional evidence. The entrance to the complex remained guarded by police. Complete details of what happened remain unknown at this time, yet it has been revealed that the search warrant was related to suspected possession of child pornography, according to the FBI Agents Association. The suspect had barricaded himself in his residence, according to Sunrise police. It is not yet known the exact circumstances that led to the exchange of gunfire, which the FBI says resulted in the shooting deaths of Alfin and Schwartzenberger by the suspect. In order to safely retrieve the other wounded officers, a SWAT vehicle had to be crashed into the building to provide cover, a law enforcement source familiar with the shootout said on condition of anonymity. Some nearby residents, including Jorge Castillo, were in disbelief that the killings happened so close to their homes. Castillo has lived at the complex for five years, alongside families with children as well as police officers, he said. The 76-year-old found the scene concerning. “It worries us,” Castillo said, noting that authorities were still discouraging residents from leaving their homes and moving about the complex. William Beller, the Federal Law Enforcement Officers Association’s local chapter president, told CNN on Wednesday the association is supporting agents still working the crime scene, and is also taking care of the families of Alfin and Schwartzenberger. Speaking just outside the apartment complex where the shooting happened, he and his colleague had brought lunch to the law enforcement agents working the scene. He said the leftovers would be donated to a local shelter since times were hard for everyone. When asked by CNN how the families were doing, his voice quavered as he said, “The families are grieving.” He added, “We are all brothers and sisters in law enforcement.” Overcome with emotion, he said, “All I know is I was able to hug my kids today,” and walked away in tears. 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