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lady-djarin · 1 year
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agent whiskey x f!reader (one shot)
warnings: feels, sweet jack, teasing, yearning, age gap, drinking, reader is a 'cool girl' who drinks whiskey and beer, retired!jack, oral (f receiving), drunk sex, cliff hanger...maybe, sorry!
word count: 3,228
inspired by: need you now by lady a
“Come on! It will be fun, there's cute cowboys there!”
You sighed. You liked quiet bars, not ones like this loud and rowdy one that your friends wanted to explore. You lived in a small town in Georgia and were used to the quiet life of it all. “I just don't know if that's my scene, guys.”
“It's my birthday, please? For me?” Your friend gave you her fake puppy dog eyes that always seemed to get her what she wanted. 
“Fine… but I'm not dancing!”
“Yay! At least you're going, that's all I can ask for!”
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You walked into the bar with your best friend and her friend from high school, your small group making your way to a high top table. The bar was one of the bigger ones of your town but it was still quite small of a building. The dance floor, tables and bar were all pushed fairly close together and every single part was crowded with people. It was a Friday night so that would explain the crowd as you secure your table and get settled. 
“I'm gonna grab us a drink!” you yelled slightly over the music and the other girls were already spying on a group of men nearby. You weaved your way through the mass of bodies, mostly smelling of sweat or alcohol. You reached the bar and flagged down a bartender. “Hey, can I get a Corona and two margaritas please?”
The bartender nodded and turned to grab your beer out of the fridge and gave it to you before going to make the margaritas. You leaned on the bar and looked around while waiting on the drinks and turned to your left to find a pair of brown eyes already looking your way. The brown eyes were accompanied by soft looking lips and a black Stetson. The subtle lines on the corner of his eyes told you he was not your age but attractive nonetheless. He had that classic southern handsome face that just made butterflies erupt in your gut. Looking at him felt like looking at the sun. He cracked a charming crooked smile at you and couldn't stop the same from happening to you.
“Well, hello pretty lady,” the slight drawl in his voice made your heart stop. You could immediately tell he was a classic womanizer, he knew how to get into a woman's pants faster than you could blink. You wouldn't be so easy. 
“In your dreams,” you turned back toward the bar, watching the bartender make the drinks. 
“Oh believe me, you are sugar.”
This fucking guy.
“Be a little original, then we can talk,” the bartender set your drinks on the counter and you handed him cash. You walked away before the cowboy could say another word. 
Of course your friends had seen the man hitting on you and begged for you to go back there. You refused, telling them how you knew his type.
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“He’s the type to fuck you and never talk to you again.”
“Maybe you need that! Maybe you need a good fuck.”
She kind of had a point, you hadn't had almost any intimate human contact in a while and he was hot. You weren't really the hookup type but maybe you wanted to be but at this point you were four– no, five beers in and not really caring. You looked around and found the man leaning against the bar talking to a small very annoying looking blonde girl. With a new found courage, you marched your way over to the tall man, was he this tall before?, his attention quickly turning to you.
“We’re dancing.”
You weren't asking, you were telling him. His attention was long gone from the other girl and she was clearly annoyed as he followed you out on the dance floor. As you wove your way through the crowd, he grabbed your wrist, not in a possessive way but enough to make you turn and he spun you into a gentle hold. The two of you spun and laughed as the song continued, hands roaming bodies and cheeks pressed together.
“What's the name of the woman who will haunt my dreams?” You almost wanted to keep up the charade, make him work a little harder. “What name should I moan while I touch myself tonight?” 
You nearly collapsed right then and there. Your eyes snapped up to look at him, meeting his that were already darker than before. You practically lunged forward, your face crashing into his, lips melting into each other, tongues fighting for dominance. His hands never stopped in their exploration of your form, one holding the back of your head, never letting you come up for air. 
His lips were next to your ear now, his breath warm on your skin. “Wanna get out of here?”
Normally you would never go home with a stranger but there was something about him, and the many beers in your system, that told you to go for it. You found your friends and asked them if they were ok with you going with him, which of course they encouraged. You walked outside the bar to find the mysterious man leaning against his passenger side door of his old Bronco. You haven't felt this way in a long time, you were almost giddy. He made you feel giddy.
“Ready sugar?” 
“Hell yea,” he opened the door as you hopped into the convertible and he started the engine. It was a warm summer night in Georgia and the breeze made you feel like you were flying. The radio was playing some sweet country song as you drove through the empty streets late that night. 
Every so often he would look over and see your face scrunched up in joy, throwing our head back on the seat singing along to the song playing. He had not intended to find someone so special tonight but here he was, feeling his heart stop when he saw you smile. You were beautiful of course, but there was something else there under the surface that he wanted to explore. 
You looked up to find that he had parked on a small cliff overlooking the city, the stars on full display. You gasped as you saw the bright stars above you, expecting to end up at his place or yours. 
“Jack. My name is Jack.”
You smiled and tested his name for yourself. “Jack…” your drunkenness made it hard to form words. You told him your name and watched his eyes dance on your face. You were both leaning into each other now, the bench seat preventing any barrier from separating you two. His hand caressed your cheek, his large thumb stroking your skin. You couldn't help your eyes fluttering closed at the sensation, your skin felt like it was on fire. Besides the buzz from the alcohol, you felt light and content and you knew it was because of him. His lips were on yours again, everything fitting just right between you as you slid closer and felt the whole length of his body against yours. 
You were starting to feel dizzy, and not from the beer. His presence was overwhelming, like the feeling in the air right before lightning struck. You breathed in his scent, a heady mix of burnt wood and whiskey. As your mouths finally separated, you saw the reflection of the low moonlight in his deep auburn eyes and you knew that he was going to mean more than just a one night stand. You just didn't know how yet. 
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You smiled down at your phone seeing the name flash on the screen.
“Jack Daniels” 
You couldn't believe it when he said that was his real name. The two of you had been texting all day every day for days now, since spending the night with him. You didn't sleep together but you did spend all night talking about everything under the stars. 
2:08pm - Jack: Oh you better believe it sugar, I’m the best pizza maker there is.
2:11pm - You: Well, you'll just have to show me in person then.
2:11pm - You: Maybe tonight?
That was earlier that afternoon and you hadn’t heard anything since. It was hard not to be disappointed, you were having good conversation non-stop and to suddenly be cut off was weird. You tried to continue with your days without thinking of him but your mind kept wandering back to that charming man.
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It was almost midnight and you were restless beyond belief, not able to get comfortable or let your mind calm itself. You tossed and turned for hours until this point, finally deciding to go into the kitchen and find anything to help you sleep. You rummage through the cabinets and fridge and finally decide to pour yourself a drink, a strong one. The golden liquid swirled in the glass as you poured it, the scent hitting your nose immediately. 
Perched on your kitchen counter, you emptied and refilled your class countless times until you were past tired and officially moved on to drunk. Scrolling mindlessly through social media was making your head hurt when you finally made it to your text messages. The name at the top of the screen made your heart sink.
1:14am - Jack: Hi sweetheart.
Fuck.
Nothing for almost a week and then this. What is he thinking?  This isn't fair but at the same time you are just excited he texted. Your pulse was through the roof as your fingers ghosted on the keys, trying to find something to say back. Pacing back and forth in the kitchen proved difficult in your state. In a very spontaneous decision you dialed Jack’s number before your mind could catch up. It only rang once before you heard his beautiful voice come through the speaker. 
“Darlin’?”
“J-Jack, hi.” 
“What are you doing up?” He sounded so groggy and sexy over the phone. 
“I-I don't really know,” you couldn't help the giggle that slipped out. “Couldn't sleep I guess.” 
You both sat in silence for a while, wanting to say what you truly felt but afraid to disturb the peace. 
“Ja–”
“Hon-,” you both spoke at once. 
“Jack, I’m a little drunk… and, I need you…now,” you couldn't help the words coming out of your mouth. “You don’t have to… I ju– uhg. I’m sorry...”
“Stay right there and text me your address.”
You didn't really trust your drunk brain at the moment, but did as you were told and sent him your address. Anticipation was eating away at you in the time it took him to drive over. It felt too long and not long enough, you rushed to try and become presentable. You tore into your bathroom and fixed your hair and face as best as you could but you knew he wouldn't believe you wore makeup in the middle of the night so you steered away from the mascara. Your nerves were on fire as you prepared for Jack’s visit. You tried to tidy up your apartment as best as possible, throwing dirty clothes in the closet and hiding embarrassing things. Just as it dawned on you that this man is a perfect stranger, you heard a soft knock at the door. You swallowed the lump in your throat and tiptoed across the floor to the door. Suddenly the small shorts and large T-shirt you wore felt like not enough and too much all at once, but there was no time now. You paused in front of the door and took a breath to try and clear the fog in your head but you knew it was futile. The door creaked open to reveal a slightly disheveled but still very handsome cowboy, minus the hat. 
You both stared at each other in disbelief for a moment, then he was on you. Pulling your face into a heated kiss, locking his lips onto yours. He could taste the whiskey on your lips and added that to the list of things he already adored about you. His body pushed against yours until you both hit the wall opposite the door, kicking it closed with his boot. The initial introduction stunned you, putting you in the mercy of this man's will, but now that you had your senses back, you could do what you had always wanted.
You ran your fingers through his hair, scratching at his scalp and drawing moans from his chest. Your hands pulled at the cotton of his shirt and the jeans on his hips, trying to get his body closer. It was almost frustrating that you both still had clothes on and you pulled away to tell him that when he locked his arms around your thighs and wrapped them around his torso. You ended up on the couch, straddling his hips while never breaking contact with his lips. The alcohol in your veins was spurring you on, forcing your hips to grind into his. Every movement of your hips was drawing small groans from his chest and caused his hands to roam further on your skin. 
“Oh God sugar… I- I have been thinking about y-you for days,” his voice was just above a breath. 
“Jack…”
Before you realized, Jack’s sturdy arms flipped your body and your back hit the couch with a soft thud. You giggled as he kissed your face and neck, stopping to suck a mark into the spot right near your collarbone. The feeling of his lips was making your head spin and your toes curl, the arousal licking up your spine like a fever. You could almost feel your very soul surrender to this man, begging to be claimed by him. The slight scratch of his stubble somehow made his lips feel even softer as they danced across your skin. His tongue poked out to lick from the bottom of your neck up to your ear, your breath hitched as you felt his on your skin.
“Tell me… tell me you want this doll, or I can leave… please.”
You wanted nothing more in the world. “Yes God, Jack please.”
The sound of you begging for him made his cock jump. All he could think about since that night at the bar was how you would feel under him, what you taste like and how you could scream for him. He made quick work of pulling your shirt over your head to reveal your soft chest. His lips attacked the peaks of your breasts, causing the warmth to pool low in your pelvis. 
He felt like a man possessed, he couldn't get enough of you. He wanted more, he wanted everything. He kissed his way down your body until he came to your thin cotton shorts, that you most definitely were not wearing with underwear. Your breathing skipped as he peeled the fabric off your legs and kissed you the entire way down. His lips were like fire on your already heated skin, blazing the trail to where he wanted you most. His hands and tongue found their way to your dripping center. 
You were trying to calm your breathing as he slowly spread your legs and settled between them. You had never had a man take so much care in how you were feeling and how your experience was. It made your heart swell. The sight of his large body that was fully clothed between your legs made you want to cover yourself on instinct but his strong arms were holding your legs apart. His tongue made its way to your delicate center ever so slowly like he was trying to drive you mad. He finally circled around your sensitive clit, making you cry out in ecstasy. He worked his lips and tongue over you like you were his last meal. There was no denying this man knew what he was doing and wasn't afraid to show it. 
You bucked your hips into him, trying to gain more friction, needing more than he was giving you. He was only using his mouth and you knew if he used his fingers you would be done for. As you ground yourself into his face, he sucked your bundle of nerves into his mouth and used his tongue to make you see stars. 
“Jack, oh god please…” you whined as you anchored your fingers in his hair. “M-more.”
Suddenly you felt his mouth move away from you and you whined at the loss. You looked down to see his face covered in your slick, shining in the dim light. You blushed at the obscene sight. Just when you thought he was about to stand up and move up your body, he brought his hand up to his face and stuck his two middle fingers between his lips. Your mouth gaped open at the sight and a breathy moan followed when he circled those fingers over your center. He slowly pushed his digits into your wet core and you both groaned at the feeling. 
“Mhmm, you're gonna feel so good baby girl,” his eyes roamed over your body, watching as you reacted to his movements. “But I want you to come for me first.”
Jack brought his mouth back down to your clit as his fingers started to curl into the spot inside you that made you see stars. He worked his mouth and fingers together, creating a rhythm that made you dizzy with lust. Men never did this, never put your desire first, no matter what they wanted. Jack was another story, he was clearly there for you and you alone. His fingers and tongue were moving in tandem, drawing pure pleasure from you. The pressure in your lower stomach was growing by the second, almost to the point of pain but you never wanted him to stop. He kept up his movements and knew you were close when your breaths came quicker and you tightened around his fingers. Jack was nothing if not a gentleman and he proved that tonight, making sure your pleasure came first. You rocked your hips into his face, grinding against him with your hands pulling his slightly curly hair. You climbed closer to your peak sooner than ever before, it was like this man had a spell over you, something that forced the pleasure from you. 
“Fu-fuck, baby– I..I’m so…” you were officially mad with lust.
“I know honey, let go for me.” Jack’s voice was like honey, somehow drawing you closer to the edge.
He settled into a steady but harsh rhythm, almost moving the couch below you. You knew you were right there, right on the edge of the cliff about to fall off. The blood in your veins burned with pure passion. 
Without much warning, your body ignited. Your orgasm ripped through you like wildfire, fast and sudden. Your lungs screamed for air and your vision went white. You dug your nails into his hair, locking him in place and he rode you through your high. The muscles in your core constricted around his fingers and your back arched to compensate for the intense feelings. 
You had never cum like that in your life, ever. This man was like no one you had ever met.
“Fuck… what– what was that?,” your voice didn't sound like your own. 
“Oh sugar… we're just getting started.”
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mads-nixon · 6 months
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Epiphany Pt. 12: You're On Your Own, Kid
Lewis Nixon x Reader
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Title inspo - you're on your own, kid: taylor swift
A/N: this is my first post on my hbo war side-blog! yay! this chapter is the calm before the storm, y'all. this is about the fictional portrayal of easy company on the show. nothing but love and respect for veterans on this blog!
Word Count: 4.1k
Summary: Ill-equipped and poorly supplied, (y/n) and the rest of Easy do their best to survive in the frozen Ardennes Forest of Bastogne.
Warnings: description of injury, very soft lew
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December 20, 1944: Ardennes Forest, Belgium
The forest lay under a heavy blanket of snow, the silence only broken by the occasional gust of icy wind, quiet conversations, and the all-to-familiar whistling of incoming shells. (Y/n) sat on the edge of her foxhole, her breath visible in the cold air as she gazed out at the German line. Through the veil of swirling snow, she couldn’t make out their silhouettes, but she knew they were there. It was a landscape of paradoxes: serene yet charged, beautiful yet deadly. 
With her gaze still fixed in the white haze, she felt a surge of frustration and anger rise in her. It was fueled by the knowledge that the Krauts had the supplies that they desperately needed. It was a cruel twist of fate that Easy was hungry, cold, and struggling, while the enemy, albeit just across the way, had the sustenance and warmth they lacked. They had a few missed supply drops to thank for that.
The air was frigid, cutting through layers of clothing and seeping into her very bones. (Y/n) hugged herself, arms wrapping tightly around her body in a futile attempt to capture a semblance of warmth. Her gloved fingers, numbed by the cold, clutched at the fabric of her uniform, seeking refuge in the familiar touch.
“(Y/n), remind me to never complain about the heat again,” Skip jested through chattering teeth, a weak smile attempting to mask his discomfort. 
“Yeah, this makes those Georgia summers seem downright pleasant,” Don added with a forced chuckle, the words barely leaving his blue-tinted lips.
Skip waved a hand in front of (y/n)’s distant gaze, breaking her trance and pulling her back to reality. “Earth to (y/n). You with us?”
Shaking from her thoughts, she turned towards the group, forcing a chapped smile. “Yeah,” she muttered, pushing herself up from where she sat in the foxhole, trying to get blood circulating in her numbed limbs. “I’ll be back.”
“Don’t get lost out there,” Malarkey called out, his voice tinged with concern as she swung her rifle onto her shoulder. 
“A walk in a winter wonderland,” Skip chimed in, his grin mischievous as he wiggled his eyebrows. “Is that code for, ‘going to see your favorite captain’ by any chance?”
A playful scoff escaped her lips in a huff. “Shut up, Muck. I can’t feel my toes, so I’m going for a walk to fix that.”
Malarkey shrugged, feigning innocence. “Yeah, sure. Have fun on your walk.”
The woman shook her head fondly at her friends as she slowly walked away from the foxhole. Her limbs didn’t want to work correctly, so she found herself doing a pitiful half-limp around the forest as she attempted to get some blood flowing to her feet. 
Despite her and Nix’s efforts to be discreet, the Toccoa men who had watched them from the beginning couldn’t be fooled. While nothing was openly acknowledged, there was a shared understanding that something was going on between the couple. Only Harry and Dick knew for certain, and only because they grilled Lew when he returned from Paris.
Maybe she would pay her favorite Captain a visit.
“Hey, Cripple!” someone called out. Groaning, (y/n) turned to face the voice, ready to retort when the very ground beneath her seemed to tremble and shudder violently. An explosion erupted from behind her, a deafening roar as the shockwave threw her off balance, sending her to the ground in a heap. 
She curled into a protective ball, her hands instinctively shielding her head as the world was swallowed by chaos. The relentless barrage of mortars painted the sky, their descent announced by menacing whistles. The once serene forest became a frenzied battleground, trees splintering and snow erupting into wild flurries. 
Amidst the disarray, a call pierced through the mayhem. “(Y/l/n)! Over here!”
Scrambling to her feet, her heart raced with adrenaline and drowned out the pounding explosions. She didn’t spare a moment to see who called, her focus solely on getting to cover. (Y/n) snatched up her rifle from the snow-covered ground and sprinted towards the direction of the voice, her heavy breaths misting in the frigid air.
As she ran, her foot caught a fallen tree branch and she was sent tumbling into the freezing embrace of the forest floor, awkwardly landing on her arm. Pain flared in her wrist as she fought to get to her feet, panicking at being exposed without cover. Then, like a savior, a hand extended towards her and hauled her into a nearby foxhole. 
Joe Liebgott’s face appeared in front of her, and his eyes reflected the same fear and helplessness that she felt. She let go of her rifle, allowing it to rest in the snow as she clamped her hands over her ears, desperate to drown out the deafening noise that assaulted her senses. (Y/n) clenched her eyes closed, seeing refuge in the darkness as Joe pulled her tightly into his body, shielding her from the relentless barrage. The concussive blasts continued, each one sending shockwaves through the ground and dirt, snow, and ice raining down on them. She held on, feeling the frantic rise and fall of Joe’s chest against her, praying that it would all stop soon.
Seconds, minutes, hours, (y/n) didn’t know how much time had passed when the earth-shattering blasts ceased. A few gentle pats on her helmet were the only indication it was over. Slowly, she released her grip on her ears, the painful ringing subsiding to the backdrop of her ragged breaths as she looked up at him with wide eyes.
“You alright?” Joe asked, his concerned gaze scanning her for injuries.
(Y/n) nodded, wincing as she flexed her wrist, attempting to brush off the debris clinging to her skin. “I’m okay.”
His eyes narrowed, shifting from her face to her arm and then back again. “You sure?”
“I just landed on it weird,” she replied, clenching her teeth against the searing pain that radiated up her arm with every movement.
“Let me get Doc, (y/n),” he offered, about to get up, but her good arm shot up and pulled him back down.
Sitting up, she carefully retrieved her rifle and climbed out of the foxhole, cradling her aching wrist to her chest. “I’m fine, Joe. Thank you, but I need to check on my foxhole.”
“Alright, be careful,” he called after her as she made her way back toward her foxhole, her chest tight with anxiety. As the shock and adrenaline from the bombardment began to fade, the reality of (y/n)’s situation settled in: her wrist was not just a minor discomfort. What had initially felt like a sharp jab upon impact turned into a persistent, gnawing pain radiating from her wrist and traveling up her arm like tendrils of fire.
Each movement she made, whether to clutch her rifle or steady herself against the uneven ground, sent surges of pain shooting through her hand and forearm. With each passing second, the pain seemed to intensify, becoming an unrelenting companion in the desolate frozen landscape. Her fingers, once nimble and deft in handling her rifle, now felt like lead, unresponsive and clumsy. The smallest tasks, like brushing off the clinging snow or gripping her canteen, became monumental efforts, each movement a harsh reminder of the shelling. A simple flex of her wrist, something that she took for granted in the past, was now an act that set off sharp jolts of pain. (Y/n) found herself trying to ignore the pain, focusing on the task at hand, but the throbbing in her arm seemed to pulse in sync with her heartbeat, making it impossible to overlook. She knew she should probably see Roe about it, but she heard he didn’t have much to work with. So, she made the choice not to burden their already diminished supplies on what was likely just a sprain.
After a while, she found herself approaching the spot she’d left Malarkey and Skip, scanning the area for signs of life. The once-snow-draped ground was now a maze of impact craters and debris. As she reached the foxhole, her heart swelled with relief seeing Skip and Don huddled inside, still in one piece. 
“Hey,” she called out, her voice cutting through the eerie calm. Relief washed over her as they looked up, their faces lighting up at the sight of her.
“(Y/n/n)!” Don exclaimed, a hand clutching his chest dramatically. “We were worried!”
Muck tossed his helmet towards her, a hint of concern on his face. The helmet collided with her wrist, causing her to stifle a cry. “Take a look at this crap, (y/n). They peppered my helmet!”
Gently cradling her wrist, she examined the shot-up helmet in her lap, a half smile playing on her lips. “Good thing you weren’t wearing it, Skip. Was everyone okay over here? I ended up in Lieb’s foxhole.”
“Wasted my dagum coffee,” Smokey lamented from the foxhole ahead of theirs. “It was a whole helmet-full, too.”
A chuckle bubbled from her lips as she watched him setting his contraption back up. “I’m sorry, Smoke. Next time, you should tell the krauts to wait until you’ve had your coffee to shell the crap out of us.”
“You know, I might just do that,” Smokey mused, staring out at the German line with a faraway look. “We need a break.”
“Oh, (y/n),” Don interjected, fishing for something in his pockets. “Do you have any morphine in your aid kit from Holland? Doc’s looking for some.”
“Mine got used up when I got hit,” she replied, her mind drifting back to that night outside Arnhem. “That feels like so long ago now.”
Skip, ever the calculating one, counted on his fingers thoughtfully. “It’s only been what, three months?”
“Yeah,” she murmured, staring into the forest as she contemplated the whirlwind of events since that time. Between getting shot, going to the hospital, then Paris with Lew, and now Bastogne, a lot happened in those three months.
Their conversation carried on, but (y/n) was lost in her thoughts. Her life had changed drastically in this span of time, the most significant development being her newfound relationship with Lewis. A mere week and a half had passed since Paris, yet it felt like a lifetime. Memories of the quaint cafes and charming streets danced in her mind, a reminder of what they were fighting for…a return to a life untouched by the horrors of war.
A crunch of snow behind her snapped her back to the present. She grabbed her rifle, swiftly turning, a surge of pain shooting up her arm. A grimace contorted her face as she eased the strain, her aim dropping as she recognized Lip.
“(Y/n), Winters wants to see you,” he relayed, crouching beside her.
“We’ll catch up later, alright?” Don patted her shoulder gently, a worried look in his gaze as he looked down at her wrist.
“Duty calls, boys. See ya later.”
She pushed herself off the snow with her good hand and started following Lip toward Captain Winter’s tent. As they walked, she saw the destruction the various shellings had left in their wake. Trees were downed everywhere, feet-long splinters littered the snow, and there was the occasional red stain of blood on the white ground.
“Can you believe it’s just a few days till Christmas?” Lip’s voice broke the silence, filled with nostalgia and yearning.
She nodded, a bittersweet smile playing on her lips. “It’s hard to believe, isn’t it? I remember my last Christmas home so vividly…and now, here we are two years later.”
He glanced at her, a fond smile on his face, despite the flicker of sorrow in his eyes. “My wife, JoAnne, makes the best gingerbread cookies on the planet, and I can just see her in the kitchen, working her tail off to make them for our family Christmas party.”
(Y/n)’s lips twitched into a faint smile. “What I wouldn’t give for some gingerbread cookies,” she sighed. “It’s just…well, being away from family at this time, it’s tough. But at least we have each other, right?”
“Yeah,” he replied, nodding ahead of him. “Here we are.”
“Thanks for walking with me, Lip,” (y/n) grinned, approaching the foxhole.
“You’re welcome,” Carwood grinned. “And (y/n), get that wrist checked out.”
Her mouth slightly agape, she looked at him in disbelief. “What?”
“I’m not as clueless as the others. Get it looked at.” His eyes held a genuine concern.
Nodding at him, she walked up to the hole where Dick was crouched, writing a letter. “Captain Winters, sir?”
He looked up from his letter, and an uncharacteristic smirk formed on his face when he recognized her. “(Y/n). Nix wanted to speak with you.”
A flush colored her cheeks as she stood there. “Oh, alright. Where is he?”
Winters nodded to the hole ahead of him. “I’m right here, so please don't try any-”
A blanket was thrown off the adjacent foxhole and Nixon popped out, his dark hair a mess atop his head. “Gosh, Dick, we’re not gonna do anything,” he hissed, rolling his eyes.
Embarrassment coursed through (y/n) at the implication, and she brought a hand to her face, wishing she could disappear. “Yes sir,” she stammered, her voice slightly uneasy as she walked over to Lewis. 
“Are you crazy?” she asked, casting anxious glances around the forest.
Nix shrugged and pointed to Winters. “We’re fine. Dick’s gonna keep a lookout…right Dick?”
“I’m going to be writing my letter,” Winters replied, not looking up. “And I’m not seeing this.”
“Thanks, pal,” Lew called, extending a hand to help (y/n) into the hole.
“Alright,” she muttered, unable to keep a nervous smile from playing on her lips a the thought of some time with him. She started to take his hand with her hurt one, but quickly switched hands, letting the other painfully dangle at her side. He gave her a questioning look as she took his hand, but (y/n) just shook her head, dismissing his concern. To her surprise, he seemed to let it go. 
Nix’s foxhole was a decent size, and (y/n) carefully tried to settle against his side without showing her injury. He pulled the blanket over the top of the hole, insulating the space and giving them a sliver of privacy. Looking around, she spotted an empty pack of Lucky Strikes and his silver flask in the dirt beside her.
“I really like what you did with the place,” she grinned, kicking the empty box with her foot.
Lew chuckled, snaking an arm around her waist and pulling her close, placing a soft kiss in her hair. “Yeah. Interior decorating was always Blanche’s thing.”
His warmth seeped through her frozen uniform, and she sighed contentedly, resting her head on her shoulder as she closed her eyes. The throbbing pain in her hand seemed to slightly fade in his comforting presence. 
“How are things on the line? We still get artillery back here, but it’s not as bad as up there,” he asked quietly, leaning his head atop hers.
“It’s not good, Lew,” she mumbled into his neck. “We’re running low on everything, and the krauts seem to have an endless stream of artillery. It’s like they’re not even affected by the cold or anything. We’re just holding our ground and doing what we can.”
He tightened his grip around her, attempting to offer some comfort. “But you’re holding up okay?”
A half-hearted smile tugged at her lips, tinged with sadness. “We’re surviving, but it’s getting harder every day. The men are tired, Lew. We’re all tired. We’re all hungry. We’re all cold.”
“I know, doll,” he sighed. “Sink and General McAuliffe stopped by earlier, and they didn’t have any good news. Last night, I took a walk on the line at about 0300 and I couldn’t find the 501st on our right flank. I had to pull in 2nd platoon to fill the gap, but the General seemed like he couldn't care less.”
(Y/n) groaned. “His relentless optimism kills me. At least Sink is realistic.”
“‘Hold the line and close the gaps’, was all he said. And that 1st battalion just pulled out of Foy with krauts on their tail…so there’s a bunch of crap coming our way.”
“Of course there is,” she grumbled, bringing her knees up to her chest.
Lew’s thoughts became consumed by worry for (y/n) and what was going to be thrown her way. He gently traced circles on her back, trying to find the right words. “I can’t help but be worried about you, (y/n/n). Knowing you’re out there every time I hear a shelling, it’s…it’s tough.”
She sat up and turned to face him, her eyes reflecting the same fear. “I know, Lew. I’m scared, too. But I’m doing what I can to take care of myself and the guys. We watch out for each other.”
He ran a hand through his hair, frustration clear in his voice. “It’s just hard being here, not able to do much, not even being able to be with you when you’re out there facing the worst of it.”
“You’re doing more than you think,” she said, gently touching his arm. “This helps me so much.”
Lew brushed a loose strand of hair away from her face, his cold fingers gentle on her warm cheek. “Promise me you’ll be careful,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “Don’t take any extra risks…please.”
(Y/n) looked into his eyes, finding a sea of emotion. “I promise,” she replied, her voice equally soft.
Nix leaned in, slowly closing the distance between them, his eyes flickering to her lips before meeting her gaze once more. Their lips met in a soft, tender kiss as Lew cupped her cheek. Time seemed to slow down as they kissed, a sense of calm washing over them. As they pulled away, their foreheads rested against each other, their breaths mingling in the chilly air. 
“Have you been able to keep warm at all?” Lew asked softly, his fingers tracing over her gloved hand gently. 
(Y/n) nodded, trying to keep her discomfort at bay. “As warm as one can be out here.”
Lew noticed her wincing slightly and, concerned, his hand unintentionally brushed against her injured wrist. She gasped, tears brimming her eyes as pain shot through her arm.
His eyes widened, fear coursing through him as he quickly retracted his hand “(Y/n)? What’s wrong? Are you hurt?”
(Y/n) leaned her head back against the hard wall of dirt behind her with a thud. “I tripped during the shelling earlier and landed on it wrong,” she whispered, voice trembling as she cradled her wrist.
“(Y/n),” Lew sighed, his heart aching at her pain. “Have you seen Doc?”
She shook her head, tears welling up. “No, not yet.”
He reached for her hand slowly. “Let me see it, sweetheart. I’ll be careful.”
She hesitantly extended her gloved hand to him, a single tear leaking down her rosy cheek. “You’re okay,” he cooed, holding her forearm with one hand while the other carefully slid the glove off. 
“Shit,” Lew muttered, his brows furrowing at the sight of her wrist. “This is bad, (y/n).”
His concern deepened as he saw the extent of the injury. He had expected it to be sore, maybe a minor sprain, but what he saw made his heart clench with worry and anger. Her once delicate wrist was now swollen to nearly twice its usual size, the skin on her palm and wrist discolored in ominous hues of deep purple and angry black. 
“(Y/n/n),” he said gently, his voice soothing to her distress. “We need to get you to Doc. This could be broken.”
The tears finally fell from her eyes in a mixture of pain and frustration. “I know,” she whispered, her voice quivering. “But the medics are already low on supplies, and they need that for others that are worse off.”
Lew cupped her cheek tenderly, wiping away a tear with his thumb. “Just because someone may be worse, doesn’t mean you can’t be looked after, too. Let me take care of you, please.”
(Y/n)’s expression softened, touched by his sincerity. “Okay,” she nodded. “Thank you.”
He held her wrist gently, a tenderness in his eyes that melted her worries, even if just for a moment. He brushed a feather-light kiss on her injured wrist, a silent promise that he’d take care of her. Nix helped her slide the glove back on, ensuring it offered some support for her wrist. He then threw off the blanket and helped her to her feet, his arm securely around her for support. She wasn’t going to let her injury hold her back, but she knew she needed to get it checked before it got any worse.
Winter’s eyes widened at the pair’s dramatic exit from the foxhole. “You alright, (y/l/n)?” he asked, eyes furrowed in confusion.
“She hurt her wrist,” Lew replied, glancing at Dick who nodded in response. “We’re finding Roe.”
They found Gene in his foxhole, staring off into the forest, a cigarette hanging from his lips. “Hey Gene,” Nix called, catching the man off guard. He jumped slightly, turning around like a deer in headlights.
He sighed seeing who it was. “Captain Nixon, what can I do for ya, sir?”
“(Y/n) here took a tumble during the shelling. Her wrist is pretty banged up.”
Roe nodded, motioning for her to sit down on the edge of the foxhole. “Let’s have a look, chérie.
She did as told, taking a deep breath to brace herself for any pain. The cajun carefully peeled off the glove from her injured hand, revealing the purple and black bruises. The medic furrowed his brows at the sight, his experienced eyes evaluating the damage. He lightly prodded along the wrist, feeling for any unusual shifts in the bones beneath. 
“I’m worried there might be a hairline fracture here,” he explained, his voice carrying a tinge of concern. “But I can’t confirm it without a proper x-ray, and we don’t have any equipment like that back in Bastogne.”
(Y/n) nodded, bracing herself for what she knew was coming. “So, what can we do?”
Roe began to secure her wrist carefully with a makeshift splint, wrapping it snugly to provide some stability and reduce the risk of further damage. “Right now, we’ll immobilize it as best as we can. I’ll wrap it up, and you need to keep it still as much as possible. Ice will help with the swelling.”
Smirking at the situation, (y/n) couldn’t resist a touch of humor. “Well, at least we’ve got an abundance of ice around,” she quipped, waving her good hand at the frozen forest surrounding them. “Nature’s icebox, right?”
Lew chuckled at her attempt to lighten the mood. “The best ice supply in Bastogne,” he replied, playing along. 
As Gene finished the wrapping, she flexed her fingers slightly, testing the newfound stability. The pain had dulled a bit, and it was a relief, albeit a temporary one. They thanked Roe and went on their way.
“I’ve got to go back to the boys,” she said, peering up at him as they walked. 
Lew nodded. “Take it easy, alright? Your arm can’t heal if you keep using it.”
“Yes, sir, Doctor Nixon,” she grinned, fake saluting him with a playful twinkle in her eyes.
They made their way to her foxhole, and Lew resisted the urge to give her a kiss, aware of the many eyes watching. Instead, he gently patted her helmet, a gesture that he’d decided was his new favorite because it sent the front of it down past her eyes.
“Malarkey,” Nix called out, waving his over. “Don’t let this one overdo it. Roe said she needs to take it easy.”
Though he was confused, Don nodded. “Yes, sir.”
With a subtle wink, Lew turned and left for his own foxhole. 
“What happened to you?” Skip asked, eyeing her wrapped wrist as he appeared next to Don. “Did the Captain take care of you?”
(Y/n) laughed under her breath, watching Lew’s figure disappear into the white haze of the forest. “I’m alright.”
Malarkey’s eyes widened as he turned to Muck. “She’s not denying it, Skip!”
“I knew it!” Skip exclaimed triumphantly, the corners of his mouth curling into a grin. She began to walk away when Don gasped suddenly. 
“We have to tell you about Hinkle!”
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Random things I've seen with various POTO casts, part 1 of hopefully an ungoing series
Meghan Picerno and John Riddle having a generally adorable rendition of Little Lotte, but a highlight is Meghan's Christine connecting the dots while reading Raoul's letter, pressing it to her heart and just looking very happy as she continues changing
Jennifer Hope Wills waking after MotN, trying to make sense of the previous evening, and instead of being dreamy/enchanted like other Christines can be, she's actually confused, a bit scared, and even kind of pissed, and unmasks the Phantom as a result (I mean honestly go off queen)
Hugh Panaro being the funniest person on stage even during the Final Lair and knowing it, while I'm really torn being low-key amused and actively rooting for Raoul and Christine to gtfo
Michael Crawford singing "Christine, I loveD you" at his last performance ever
Raquel Suarez Groen delivering the "she's mad" line in the exact same tone as someone saying "this bitch be crayyyyyyy"
Georgia Ware's face after Madame Giry's line "Meg Giry, are you a dancer", where she looks very proud as if she's saying "well, yes, I'm a dancer, yay!"
Rasmus Jupin (Piangi in the second Copenhagen revival) worshipping the ground Carlotta walks on, not being the least bit jealous when she flirts a bit with André while she sings Think of Me, and just beaming with pride instead
Eugeny Zaytsev's Raoul actively listening to Tamara Kotova's Christine in All I Ask of You, nodding, and when she sings "Promise me that all you say is true" he takes her hand and puts it to his heart
Rachel Barrell being literally all of us when she returns the ring to Earl Carpenter's Phantom, and by that I mean that she's crying her eyeballs out
Josh Piterman's Phantom cuddling Kelly Mathieson's Christine back during the Final Lair kiss, and he almost looks like a little boy while Christine pats him on the back gently
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Yay, tagged in “Ten songs I’ve been listening to lately” by @heffer-wen , diolch luv x
Tagging: @new-berry @alunarrose @longeyelashedtragedy @protect-daniel-james @vertonghen @purefractals @georgia-stanway @lee-kangin @heungmins @28dayslater @bettercostume
Kiss With A Fist - Florence + The Machine
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It’s always Florence hours round my gaff, and just lately it’s been a lot of unprocessed early indie Florence in DMs and t-shirts from the kids’ section
Rise Up Let’s Go - Amy McKnight
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Had to start this new year with a self administered kick up the arse and a playlist called GET BETTER!! and this is the tent-pole track on it 💪
Hometown - The K’s
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You’ll enjoy this if you like: “Four stinky white lads in a stinky pub” bands
Get Inspired - Genesis Owusu
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This song is how I’m gonna bully my arse back into writing don’t worry, not them, expired horse flagellation has been terminated
What For - James
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You’ll enjoy this if you like: hope
Police on My Back - Lethal Bizzle
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You’ll enjoy this if you like: the year 2007; Fiat puntos
Bullet Farm - Dead Pony
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You’ll enjoy this if you like: the tumblr consensus on Unai Emery ( @protect-daniel-james!!) “Better get another face cos you’re looking like dracula, my neck’s looking spectacular, you call me crazy but I really know what I like”
Bad Gyalz - Nia Archives
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I’m trying to love her new stuff and I still don’t love it as much as So Tell Me and Sober Feels but this one is fun
Special Brew - Bad Manners
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You’ll enjoy this if you like: the energy of your team the day after a shock 5-0 reversal when you were expecting an easy go, and you know sometimes your brain needs to swirl around in that
Skirts & Salads - Shelf Lives
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You’ll enjoy this if you like: shouting
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aristocratic-otter · 9 months
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Thank you to @hushed-chorus, @prettygoododds, @confused-bi-queer, @ivelovedhimthroughworse, @j-nipper-95, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @fatalfangirl, @artsyunderstudy, @palimpsessed, @rimeswithpurple, , @nightimedreamersghost, @dragoneggos, @annabellelux and @ileadacharmedlife for the tags over the last week and a half. I'm working my way slowly and steadily through your posts (and having a lot of fun with it!), but I wanted to post tonight, so I'm switching gears here.
Yay! Summer vacation has begun! To celebrate, here's my first WIP Wednesday in a while.
Segments below the cut
From my COBB (it's so soon, y'all!)
Shepard
We’ve reached the foot of an actual mediaeval looking tower. I stare up at it in awe for several seconds before realising that Simon hasn’t waited for me. I scurry to catch up. He’s mounting the first of what looks to be an endless spiralling staircase. I look around, but there’s no sign of an elevator. No ADA compliance in magedom, I guess. 
Even as I’m thinking that, on one landing, a boy in a wheelchair emerges from one of the many doors. I know it’s rude, but I can’t help but stare when he mutters a few words, waves his wand, and the stairs immediately smooth out to a gentle ramp. 
I guess they don’t need ADA compliance in the World of Mages. 
From my (still unnamed) Age of Sail AU
Simon and the cook spend their days cataloguing what’s left to us and writing out plans and routes on the deck boards with graphite sticks. They seem to think that if we’re lucky, the winds will push us into a shipping lane and another ship will just appear to rescue us.
I think they’re living in a fantasy world. I think we’re stuck here until the ship’s wounds prove too much for it and it falls apart. Or until the next storm tears us apart. Or until we run out of food or water and starve to death. 
Ha! Running out of water when we’re surrounded by leagues of the stuff. It’s what my tutor would call ‘the height of irony.’
Fuck, I never thought I’d miss that pinched old man. But I think if Professor Gerint showed up right now, I might hug him. If he showed up with a boat, at least. 
I try not to spend too much time thinking about how my parents just…left. How they didn’t wait for me to come back from under the deck. How my father didn’t leap up out of the lifeboat, desperate to find me.
How, in the end, my stepmother and the babe she carries were far more important than me.
From Snow Fox, my COTTA
It’s almost anticlimactic how easy it is to free the American officers on their march to Georgia. 
My men and I waited until the British column was passing through a dense part of the wood. Then the men I’d placed at strategic points on either side of (and behind) the line of British troops, fired their guns in the air on my signal (a high whistled ‘fee-bee’, the call of the chickadee). After the column froze, the Brits groping for their guns and looking frantically in ever direction, I rode out to face the commander at the front of the train. 
“Drop your weapons,” I said, mildly. “You’re surrounded.” At those words, my tiny band of men had switched positions by several feet each, and fired again from a new location. The British soldiers were practically cowering now, because each time I spoke, the guns fired again, from a new spot. It sounded like a thousand American soldiers were holding their tiny force in a giant fist, and all I’d need to do is to give a signal, and that fist would crush them. 
An impression we'd carefully planned out ahead of time, given that I’ve less than fifty men, and the British force has more than two hundred. 
The British leader looked at my gun pointed at his head, and listened to the gunfire and screams behind him, and surrendered without a shot fired.
From: To Heal a Broken Mind
Simon looks up and smiles tiredly at me when I approach. “Any luck?” he asks. 
I purse my lips. “Maybe…you’ve got a lesion in your left temporal. It may not mean anything, but it reminds me of something… I can’t quite put my finger on it, but I’m going to review my medical journal back copies tonight. 
Simon nods slowly. He doesn’t look particularly encouraged, but it’s not like there’s anything concrete yet. In silence, but hand in hand (what’s the point of hiding now?), we depart the hospital 
From Westward Son:
“You putting your oar in?” I tease. 
He shrugs and smiles. “Not really. I’m no use when it comes to survival skills, you know that. But…there may be folk who are. That’s what I was going to suggest.”
I’m puzzled. “You were going to suggest that we look for advice outside the train?” I look around at the sheer emptiness around us. Most trains that we’d gotten used to seeing gave up and stayed back at Fort Boise, or even at earlier stops. I’ve not seen anyone but us for days. 
“Not people you can see,” he says, with emphasis. 
“People we can’t see, but could help us,” I scowl. “Do you get a thrill from being mysterious, Shepard Love?”
He laughs. “No. But there are people…well, not precisely people, but beings, at least, in this area.” 
My breath catches. He means the fair folk. “Shepard, that’s too risky,” I say, my voice shrill enough to attract Simon’s eye from where he’s standing several feet away, brushing Agatha’s coat. 
From Saving Simon Snow:
Simon pulls back so abruptly that I’m dizzy. “Baz,” he says urgently, “do you still hate me?”
It takes me several seconds to recover my wits enough to understand the question. I’m still fighting the urge to pull his gifted mouth and tongue back to my neck when I realise what he’s asked me. 
My mouth opens and closes uselessly for a moment before I sigh. 
“Simon,” I croak, and then pause to clear my throat. “Simon, I never hated you.”
He goes still. “Never?” He stares at me. 
I shake my head. “Never. I pretended to hate you. It was what my family expected of me. What I expected of myself. But I never could quite manage it.”
He scowls a little. “You gave a damned good impression of it.” 
And a tiny tease from Raising Dragons (it's done, y'all! Fristi and I are making some final decisions, but it should post in the next few days!)
“Don’t laugh at me, you arsehole,” I whine. 
“But when will I ever laugh then?” he mocks me. He loves that line. And I love him, so I let him get away with it, every time. 
Tagging, for Sunday (or not, no pressure!):
@angelsfalling16; @bazzybelle, @bookish-bogwitch, @carryonsimoncarryonbaz, @erzbethluna, @frjsti, @fight-surrender, @giishu, @ionlydrinkhotwater, @jbrrring, @jasonfunderberkerthefrogexists, @krisrix, @letraspal, @messofthejess, @moments-au-crayon22, @moodandmist, @mostlymaudlin, @nausikaaa, @onepintobean, @prettylightsbigcity, @raenestee, @thehoneyedhufflepuff, @tea-brigade, @theearlgreymage, @twinkle-twinkle-up-above, @upuntil6am, @unfiltered-alice-liddle, @urban-sith, @whogaveyoupermission, @whatevertheweather, @yu-miou, @yeonjunenby, @yellobb-old, and everyone above!
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luucypevensie · 2 months
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cute character questions + tally?
YAY, MY FAVE DEMIGOD WITCH! THANK YOU HOPE! Tagging @daughter-of-melpomene because Ik she loves Tally too
The Basics
Name: Tallulah “Tally” Carmichael
Age: 15 about to turn 16 at the start of season 1 of Teen Wolf
Zodiac Sign: scorpio
One Good Trait: girl is exactly like percy; super loyal to the people she trusts
One Bad Trait: SO SUSPICIOUS OF ANYONE SHE DOESN’T KNOW
Habits
One Bad Habit: night owl over here; refuses to get a proper night’s sleep (then again, her mother is Hecate)
One Good Habit: she likes to keep up with current events, so she and her father have a tradition of reading the newspaper together in the morning while drinking their coffees
One Habit They Can’t Break: DRINKS WAY TOO MUCH SUGARY COFFEE DRINKS (she literally can’t go a day without one; her dentist LOVES her)
One They’ve Broken: whenever she got nervous, she would bite her nails down to a nub (she was able to break it by applying strengthening coats on her nails, as well as getting the occasional mani)
What They’re Afraid Of: that she’ll forever be cursed to love someone who doesn’t love her back
Family
Their Parents’ Names: Mark Carmichael and Hecate, Greek Goddess of Crossroads and Magic (side note: her paternal aunt’s name is Emily, while her uncle’s name is Clark)
Their Siblings’ Names: she doesn’t have any direct siblings, but she considers her little cousin Tatiana an honorary little sister
Favorite Childhood Memory: seeing her first broadway play at the tender age of 5 (it was beauty and the beast)
Favorite Childhood Toy: a kid-sized guitar
Embarrassing Story: i have a headcanon that tally goes on the quest with percy, grover, thalia, bianca, and zoe in titan’s curse. once they reach california, she takes them to beacon hills where she knows no monsters will reach them. after introducing the group to emily and clark, clark accidentally brings up the first time tally did some accidental magic (she turned her dad into barney in the middle of a temper tantrum at age 4). the whole group burst into tears of laughter while tally buried her face into a couch pillow and screamed
Favorite Family Member: it’s a toss up between her dad (she’s a total daddy’s girl) and her aunt
A Story About That Family Member: mark and emily’s mother, tally’s grandmother, was a powerful emissary for a pack down in georgia, so they grew up knowing all about the supernatural
What They Prefer
coffee or tea
showering in the day or night
taking baths or taking showers
tv or movies
writing or reading
platonic or romantic love
iced tea or lemonade
ice cream or smoothies
cupcakes or cake
beach or mountains
Favorites
Song: black magic by Little Mix
Band: Fleetwood Mac
Outfit: black turtleneck with a red plaid skirt, black tights, and black doc martens
Place: new york city (specifically broadway)
Memory: Scott telling her he loves her and then asking her out
Person: Erica Reyes (her best friend since kindergarten)
Movie: singin’ in the rain
Show: sabrina the teenage witch
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holdmytesseract · 2 years
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Almost too Late
Tom Hiddleston x fem!Reader
Request: "okay, i've got a humourous one for you;
#48: “Where the hell have you been?”
#60: “AHHHHHHHHHH!" 
#64: “Here he/she is.”
so, maybe Tom almost misses the birth of his child, and Reader gives him absolutely chaos for it? 😂
love you, babe. 💗" - Requested by my wonderful friend @youlightmeupfinn from this prompt list! :)
Summary: You went into labour with Baby No. 2. This wouldn't be a big problem, if your husband Tom wasn't somewhere in Atlanta, on a boys night out - and you just can't reach him. Is Tom going to miss the birth of his second child?
Warnings: Pregnancy, labour, quite a few swear words and a lot of fluff!
Word Count: 2,3k
a/n: I am back, yay! :) Sorry guys, life had been utterly busy in the last few weeks... This request waited a looong time in my inbox to be written and now I finally made it to sit down and write this. Surprise, @youlightmeupfinn ! 🧡 This takes place in the same universe like this fic does, so I guess this one is kinda a part two? Anyway, I hope you like this one shot as much as I do! 🧡 All mistakes are my own!
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Voicemail. Again. I hung up, groaning and cursing under my breath. "Oh, you are fucking kidding me now... Why isn't he picking up?!" I hissed, on the verge of throwing my mobile against the wall of our bedroom. I tried to reach my dear husband for hours. Tom just wanted to have a - what did they call it? A 'Marvel Mens Night Out'? Yeah, something along that. He wanted to have a night out with a few of his mates. Ben, Chris H., Chris E., Sebastian and Tom. Of course, I didn't say Tom shouldn't go. I was more than okay with it, since we were in Atlanta, Georgia for the last three months anyway. Why? Tom needed to fly to Atlanta to film the first season of 'Loki' - and me and Mia just went with him, since it was the city I came from. My parents still lived here, so we kind of combined work and holiday. After reassuring Tom a thousand times that I was going to be fine without him, he left. What I didn't think of, unfortunately, was the possibility of me, going into labour. Yup... Five years of marriage and an almost three-year-old toddler later, Tom and I were expecting baby #2. Mia was going to be a big sister - like, right now.
Once again, I tried to call Tom, but like before, I only reached his voicemail. "Where the fuck is he?!" I groaned, dropped my mobile on the bed and steadied myself against the wall, breathing through another contraction. I gave Tom a last try, before I decided to call Ben. "Please pick up, please pick up, please pick up." I mumbled to myself. Sure, I could've called my parents, but they were in bed now, with Mia hopefully sleeping deeply next room. Ben's mobile rang and rang. I was already on the verge of hanging up, but then I heard my man's best friend's voice urging to my ear. "Y/N?" "Ben! Finally! Where is Tom?! I tried to call him, but he didn't pick up." "Uh... He just left for the bathroom, I think." Ben sounded slightly tipsy - which caused me to roll my eyes. Not now, guys, not now, I thought. "Okay and where are you boys?" I could hear the others laugh and talk rather loudly in the background. "In a bar in, uh, Columbus." I frowned. "In a bar in Columbus? Columbus?? Why the fuck there?!" I only now realised that I spoke way louder than I intended to... "Is everythin' alright, Y/N? You seem a bit... tense?" That was the point when I lost my nerves. I had absolutely no time for this. Not after trying to reach them for hours! I gritted my teeth, feeling how the anger build up inside me. "Oh, I don't know, Benedict. Maybe it's because I AM IN FUCKING LABOUR SINCE HOURS AND MY HUSBAND IS UNATTAINABLE!" And suddenly there was deadly silence at the other end of the line. "You're what?" Said Ben in a small voice, almost rueful. "You heard me, Benedict." Another beat of silence passed, before I suddenly heard loud shuffling. "Boys, Y/N's in labour, we need to get Tom somehow back to Atlanta! As fast as possible!" And then everybody talked at once. 'Tom! Get Tom!' was the only sentence I understood and it came from Hemsworth. Apart from that, was everything that happened on the other line a blur, until... "Tom asks how you are feeling." Ben's voice reached me once again. "He asks how I feel? Really? I am in labour! How does he think I feel?!" Again, was the other side of the line deadly silent. "We'll be right there, I promise!" "I'll hope so! If not, I am going to cut off his balls. Tell that Thomas!" With those words, I hung up, squeezed my eyes shut as another contraction rolled over me. Somehow, this time felt even worse than last time... At least I could try to relax a bit, now that I knew that Tom was on his way. After taking deep breaths, breathing through the contraction, I called an ambulance. They came immediately, of course and took me to the hospital. I was very glad that this was not the first time for me. To have the experience and to know the procedure and what maybe could happen, helped me ease my mind a lot. Especially since Tom wasn't by my side - yet.
Thirty minutes later, I was brought to a room, had changed into the familiar hospital gown, got hooked to an CTG and was checked by the doctors. "Alright, Mrs. Hiddleston..." The friendly female doctor in the white clothes smiled at me. "Everything appears to be like it should be. You and the baby are perfectly fine - according to the circumstances." She adjusted her glasses and scribbled something onto the clipboard she held. "But you are not yet ready to deliver your baby. We have to wait a bit longer. Although, I guess not that much longer, 'cause your labour is progressing very fast." The doctor gave me another small smile. "Until then, I am afraid we have to wait and see." With these words and a last smile, she left the room, leaving only a super friendly midwife - Mary - behind. "We are going to check on you and the baby regularly. But you already know that." Mary said, winking at me. "Yeah... I am very glad to be a lot more experienced now than I was last time with my daughter. Makes me feel calmer. Despite the fact that Tom isn't here..." Mary's eyes softened. "I was already thinking... Where did you leave your husband?" I sighed. "I allowed him to go out with some of his friends, told him I was fine, but well... Baby's got different plans." Mary laughed. "Let's hope he's going to make it in time then. Call me if you need something, yes?" I nodded, offered her a smile. Then I was left alone and I absolutely hated it. To spend the time I had to wait for my body to prepare itself for the birth alone was absolute torture. I missed Tom and I wanted nothing more than to have him by my side.
It was a curse and a blessing, that labour progressed so fast. Two hours later, I found myself surrounded by nurses, doctors and Mary, of course, ready to bring mine and Tom's second child into this world. I wasn't afraid of this, no. Maybe nervous, yes, but what I definitely was, was in pain and angry. Angry at my sweet husband who didn't sit by my side, holding my hand and just being there for me. No, instead sat Mary by my bedside - what wasn't bad, god no... Bless her for bearing with me. But it just wasn't Tom... "Okay Y/N, if you feel the urge to push, give into your body!" I nodded quickly, sweat already dotted all over my forehead from the previous contractions. While you were about to bring a new life into this world, stormed a man with long, pitch black hair through the main doors of the hospital, on the other side of the big building. Tom...
The father-to-be ran down the halls of the 'Emory University Hospital Midtown' like a madman, bumping into several staff members on his way. "Sorry, I am so sorry!" Tom said what felt like thousand times in five minutes. Unfortunately was the hospital quite big and Tom struggled to even find the maternity ward. So, he had no other choice than to stop his frantic search and ask a nurse. "I'm sorry, can... can you help me?" Tom, who was still out of breath, approached a nurse with short chopped blonde hair and tattoos up and down his arms. The man looked up at Tom, offering him a polite smile. "Of course, Sir. What's the matter?" "I-I am looking for the maternity ward." He panted, trying to catch his breath. "My... My wife is in labour." The nurse nodded and immediately gestured for Tom to follow him. "Follow me, Sir. I'll get you there. It's not far from here." The two men crossed another few hallways, before they finally reached the destination. "There we are." "Thank you so much." Tom smiled kindly at the other male, who gave him a nod and a smile himself in return. "No problem." Tom didn't lose another second and jogged down the ward, on search for someone who could help him along. After all, he hadn't a single clue where Y/N was...
After he had rounded the second corner, he stumbled over a woman who appeared to be a doctor. "I'm sorry?" He addressed the female, who turned to face him immediately. "I'm Tom Hiddleston and I am looking for my wife, Y/N." The corners of the woman's mouth lifted into a smile. "Ahh, so you are the missing dad?" Tom scratched the back of his neck, smiling awkwardly. "Well… I suppose that I am, yes." "Well, come on then." Tom followed the doctor hastily down the sheer endless, white hallway. "D-Do you know by any chance how my wife is doing?" Dr. Miller -  the woman's name, how Tom was able to read on her nameplate, nodded. "She is doing fine. Labour progressed very fast." At those words, Tom felt his heart sink. Progressed? Did that mean...? Dr. Miller seemed to read from his expression what he was thinking. "Don't worry. You didn't miss the birth of your baby - yet." This took a load off Tom's mind and he breathed out relieved. "This way." They turned another corner and came to a halt in front of a closed door. "There we are." After Tom quickly slipped into a scrub, he was granted access to his wife. Barely after the door swung open, was the first thing he heard a heart-breaking scream, coming no doubt from Y/N. It caused Tom's mind to spin, his guilty conscience immediately spoke up. This was his wife, being in pain, bringing his baby into this world - and he hadn't been there for her. "Mrs. Hiddleston, I found the missing dad." A voice suddenly cut through the room, causing my head to turn to the left. I didn't even notice that somebody had entered the room. Well, I was quite a bit too busy to pay attention to who entered or left the room. My eyes met the female doctor I had shortly seen earlier and- "Tom!" I cried out his name, unbelievably happy and relieved to see him. As his name left my lips, he immediately jumped into action, rushing to my side. "Darling!" Mary quickly stood up from the chair and made way for Tom. He sat down on the chair, hands instantly reaching for my hand. He wanted to say something, but the next contraction I had threw a wrench in the works. I squeezed the living hell out of Tom's hand and shut my eyes. "I need you to push, Y/N." Said the nurse, who sat at the bottom of the bed. "AHHHHHHHHHH!" This contraction was by far the worst I had yet. And it sparked something inside me, brought the anger on my husband back to life. After I had breathed through the contraction, I unleashed hell on Tom. I turned my head towards him, staring at him. If looks could kill... Tom swallowed visibly, well aware of what was to come. "WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?!" "Darling, I-I am so s-sorry, I-" He stuttered, trying to explain. "Shut the fuck up, Thomas! I suffered here for over two hours, plus almost five at home alone, to give birth to your child and Mr. Hiddleston just decided to not pick up his phone when I called him!" Tom swallowed once again, his mind reeling. I could tell that he was picking his next words very carefully now. "I know, my love and I am really, honestly very sorry. My phone ran out of battery-" Wrong words. "That is no excuse, Thomas!" The man beside me flinched every time I used his full name. "I know, Y/N. I should've told you. I-" "And why Columbus?! Why did you and the boys needed to go to fucking Columbus to drink a stupid beer?!" Tom sighed and hung his head. "I can't apologise enough, darling. I deserve all your wrath. I hate that I wasn't able to be by your side, but now I am here and I won't go anywhere. You are doing so wonderfully in bringing our second wonder into this world. I can't be prouder of you, my love." By now, I had tears in my eyes. This time not from the pain. His words had pulled at my heartstrings. Why did that man always find the right words and was so utterly charming? This wasn't fair. I wanted to be mad at him... "Ugh, you fucking sweet-talker. I wanted to be mad at you, but now I can't." I said, pouting. Tom's expression shifted immediately and he snorted out a laugh. "Oh darling, I love you." I shook my head and rolled my eyes, but smiled.
The rest of the birth went rather smooth. Unlike with Mia, I didn't have an epidural. I wanted to do this all natural this time. With Tom by my side, everything was easier anyway. And so, Tom and I were able to welcome another baby girl into the world, only an hour later.
"Here she is." Mary announced, smiling and placed the tiny girl, who was wrapped up in a thick pink blanket on my chest. As soon as my skin came into contact with my new-born baby, the tears started to fall freely. "Hello, my sweet girl..." I whispered, unable to tear my gaze away from her. I felt how Tom pressed a kiss on my forehead, before his bigger hand joined mine, wrapped around the little girl in my arms. Time seemed to stop. This was a moment just between Tom and me. "Welcome to this big, wondrous world, Lily." Tom said with tears glistening in his eyes.
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kamil-a · 3 months
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finished jojo part 2 today btw!!!!
love a good funeral fakeout. also LISA LISA SURVIVED YAY
i MUST point out the bookends of p2 opening with joseph saving smokey from the racist cops and ending with kicking a japanese guy and going "i HATE japanese people". nooooooo joseph youre racist now nooooooo
also must point out the wild juxtaposition of "smokey became the first black mayor in the state of georgia" (yayyy, very progressive) "and von stroheim bravely died for his beloved country" (WE DO NOT UNDER **ANY** CIRCUMSTANCES GOT TO HAND IT TO HIM?!?)
feel like you could probably talk about kars as Ultimate Being (and what araki feels an Ultimate Being is) and contrast it with ideas of racial superiority from the 1940s but i am not smart enough to essay about that lol
and also going back, the idea that the more Advanced a being is the less of a sex drive it has (BUT this is jojo so hes gonna be a mostly naked muscled up bejeweled guy doing funky poses) is like. certainly something i noticed, even if i dont know what it means lol
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yasmin-is-here · 11 months
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Sweden or Finland winning was a good result for me so I’m happy, though for me, the dependence on pre-recorded vocals pushed me more towards Sweden. What’s not a good result was Israel placing third when they shouldn’t be in the competition but that’s not gonna change anytime soon. I don’t understand the jury or televote appeal of it.
The televote was definitely interesting, and it goes to show the power of the casual Eurovision fan rather than those following the whole season. Based on reactions throughout the season I thought Serbia was a top 5 contender, despite me not getting the song (and the “Have I become THAT old?” crisis). But no, it was the kids (full time Eurovision fandom) that was wrong.
Usually, when Sweden have hosted recently, there has been a shake-up of the rules. Introducing 8 people on stage? But that would negate the reason for pre-recorded backing tracks (that would be a good one for me, then). Big 5 to perform in the televised semi-finals? Let’s wait and see.
We’ll also have to wait and see for numbers for next year. Luxembourg is back (yay) but I’m sure Georgia and Latvia would be considering their status. Portugal hasn’t gone to Sweden for Eurovision in this century - I don’t know if there’s a specific reason behind that or it’s just coincidence. And then we have to measure the likelihood or countries coming back. There’s always a question of whether two semi-finals are needed when numbers decrease, but the EBU can’t lose the income and interest by getting rid of a third of the shows that they sell tickets for.
I could ramble more but I’ll save it for later, if I save it at all. Regardless, I’d love to have conversation about it.
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usaigi · 8 months
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🏳️‍🌈💎 for whatever hyperfixiation you want
💎 are there any fun facts or trivia that you would like to share?
Jessica Henwick, the actress who plays Colleen, was invited to audition for Xu Xialing in Shang Chi but turned it down because she has hope they're bring back Colleen. I personally really hope they do, I'd love to see her as Iron Fist
🏳‍🌈 do you have any headcanons (lgbt, race, neuro, etc) that are important to you? (I got this one twice so I'm going to split up my response, here's the other half)
Misty - She keeps not showing up in the comics arcs I'm reading so atm all I got is lesbian for Colleen. Misty ily bb I'll be back
Luke - Bi King 💪 It's not weird to cuddle your bros, man. You've just been brainwash by the patriarchy 😒 (But for real, growing up in Georgia in a religious community and going to marines, then the police academy and the prison, Luke spend a lot of time having to unlearning toxic masculinity and still struggles with being vulnerable with his friends. As the group's protector, he often struggles with feeling like he has to suppress and hide his emotions to be their rock) PTSD & OCD
Elektra - Half Cambodian half French, raised Greek. BPD/NPD with murderer tendencies but she's working on it
Layla - Coptic ✌️ Bi 🌈 "oh cool, we finally have a muslim on the team. yay diversity." "I'm actually coptic orthodox" "Shucks. Are we sure we shouldn't hire Ms Marvel?
MK - Sephardic Jewish + Cuban + Guatemalan & PTSD DID BPD Autism. "Wow that's a lot of labels" "Yeah, it was buy one mental illness get 3 free. The alters sale was steal too." In general the system's identities as cishet partly because of Marc but also because of heteronormativity and the fact they're happily married to a woman but some part identity differently (Dani as a lesbian, Mr Knight as AroAce. etc etc). & I think it would be super funny if this was not canon in the AU, this is just what Jake thinks is going on and how he explains the H4H relationship to his system and Layla. Layla, of course, is confused at first b/c.... Wow....Americans. And then she meets Claire and realizes she's bi too
Felicia - colombiana mami 🇨🇴 "Hey isn't it kinda of stereotypical of you to be Colombian and a narco[the King Pin]?" "Mami, if I were a narco's wife, maybe. But this is just feminism. Why should a gringo make all the money?"
send me a ask about my media hyperfixation
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starofhisheart · 1 year
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Tag people you want to get to know
No one tagged me, I just saw this and wanted to do it too
Three ships: spirk (star trek tos), butchlander (the boys), vegaspete (kinnporsche)
First ever ship: idk but I remember liking sakura and tomoyo (or syaoran) from cardcaptor sakura back in the day
Last song: Georgia by Pheobe Bridgers
I was just listening to a premade (made for me) spotify playlist so the last song was one I hadnt heard before
Last movie: I think it was Guillermo Del Toro's Pinnochio (so freakin good!)
Currently watching: Star Trek The Original Series Season 2 and BBC's Ghosts (the English one) when I need a break
Currently reading: poetry book she fits inside these words
Currently consuming: peach ice tea (yes for breakfast)
Currently craving: ice cream lol (if i had any i would have eaten it for breakfast. Yay adulthood). Also want to make a spirk edit but I do not have the spoons
Tagging: (gonna tag y'all i dont know bc I am a new spirk blog and want to make friends)
@ladyknight1512 @spockbag @wisterian-dark @ensign-cadet @enterprise-come-in @conspicuous-gallantry @bamfspock and anyone who wants to do it!
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hella1975 · 2 years
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Hi bestie can u pls explain why Georgia is ur number 1 taob zukka song
YES okay so a lot of this is a 'you'll have to wait and see' bc im not spoiling it so i might come back to this ask and reblog with a deeper analysis when taob gets to that point, but i can still do some surface level stuff just bc this song guts me. heads up though this is a taob zukka song less in a 'yay we're in love' way and more in a 'we are both so incredibly burdened by trauma but still trying to figure out love' way and a lot of the analysis is just the fucked way my brain latched onto this song the first time i applied it, so it might not make much sense.
Georgia, Georgia, I love your son When he gets older, he might be the one He might be the one Georgia, Georgia, he has beautiful bones And he never lies or picks up his phone
so people tend to have two interpretations of this: that georgia is the mother of who the singer is dating, or that the singer dated someone from the state of georgia. i usually lean into the former one but i also think the latter is important for reasons i'll explain later. for now, we're going to stick with the focus of someone looking to a parent and going 'i love your son'. before anything, long before zukka, taob was a story about zuko and the water tribe, zuko and hakoda, so ive just always loved this song for them because it feels like it's paying homage to that. the first verse is very soft, like going to a parent to ask for their son's hand, except it's also knowing in the way they're revealing exactly how they feel about the son, that they find him beautiful and think he might be the one, that he's honest etc. the kind of intimacy you dont often see between a parent and the person their son is in love with, at least not at the beginning. but zuko and hakoda have that kind of trust, even if zuko wouldn't be so bold about it.
And sometimes, in the pouring rain He'll fall in the mud and get back up again
CH39 RAIN SCENE! fun fact this specific lyric was one of the reasons the rain scene happened. i knew i wanted it for a while but when figuring out how to do it this lyric really solidified it in my mind bc at that point id already really connected this song to zukka and wanted to be able to apply it in as many ways as possible LMAO. i think 'he'll fall in the mud and get back up again' doesn't need to be literal either, and can refer to how sokka completely blanked when zuko said all that stuff to him and we had our first Proper Zukka Moment, just for sokka in ch40 to get back up again and immediately starting denying it all lol. HOWEVER this lyric can also show a pov change in this song, going to sokka's pov. the rain scene was a metaphor for a fresh beginning, a cleansing of all the bad so that zuko might try again, blood washed away. sokka is just staring at him in awe in this scene, and he acknowledges that no matter what setback zuko has, he'll get right back up. sokka talking about zuko's grit is a real theme in his povs, so this fits really well.
And if you find me Will you know me? Will you take me Or will you fall?
now staying with the sokka pov, 'if you find me' = the fact zuko hunted them! the fact sokka was the one to find zuko above the western air temple and bring him to everyone! 'will you take me or will you fall?' is the choice between prince zuko and just zuko, will he keep fighting them or will he fall for them? it's all these questions running through sokka's mind when he sees zuko again in the reunion chapter and he's so so certain he knows the answer, but zuko surprises him.
okay im gonna leave the rest of the song for now but know i have Plans
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jemstarearrings · 1 year
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S01E08: Starbright Part 3: Rising Star
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Episode 8 is a nice little ribbon to wrap on the end of the Starbright trilogy. It's not as good as 6 or 7, but it brings everything to a close in a satisfying way.
The Holograms (and most of the remaining production team) quit for real after Kimber almost dies and decide to make their own movie with blackjack! and hookers! The movie is briefly renamed “Jem: The Movie” in the visuals, but I’m assuming it’s some weird error since the music video for Puttin’ It All Together is surprisingly rife with them. They recycle animation from this and other episodes, there’s a weird unshaded shot of Rio that looks like they filmed it off of a VHS tape, and an entire scene of Jem singing doesn’t reach the bottom of the frame.
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Meanwhile on the set of the “official” movie, the Misfits rename Starbright to “The Misfits Hit It Big” and rewrite most of the script, adding in scenes where they lounge about talking about how famous and awesome they are. Kind of makes me want to watch “Who’s That Girl,” tbh...
The mean makeup artist, Georgia, makes over Clash so she can spy on the Holograms’ movie set. Spying, in this case, being “sneaking in and stealing random shit.” This also introduces Clash’s habit of going in disguise, but I have to wonder where she got the hollywood-level skills to do it herself after Georgia switches sides.
Oh yeah, and Georgia switches sides and calls out Clash while she’s stealing things from the Holograms. This leads to a fantastic car chase and one of the coolest scenes in the show: Synergy helps stop Clash by projecting a fallen tree across the road, which Clash can’t brake for in time and SKIDS RIGHT THROUGH. The screen goes into three frames and the whole thing gives me Speed Racer vibes.
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Then the movies premiere across the street from each other on the same night (who authorized that...) and people hate the Misfits movie and love Starbright, which they line up for around the block TWICE. The Holograms’ first royalty check is exactly enough to cover Ba Nee’s operation (yay!) and Howard gets his studio back because the Misfits wasted so much money on a flop, and everything is back to normal. Woo!
Oh, and Eric is charged for his various crimes, but since I already covered those in past reviews, let’s talk about what happened THIS episode.
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Clash stole some lenses, cables, personal belongings, and clothing. This is Petty Larceny and earns Clash one year in jail plus $2,500 in fines. She gets the same, actually, for the reckless driving as she fled the scene, so double that for the...
TOTAL CHARGES: $5,000 in fines and 2 years in prison!
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stonerbughead · 1 year
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tagged by @usercassieblake ❤️ these are always fun!
rules: tag 9 people you want to get to know better.
three ships: Bughead (Riverdale), Natewyn (One of Us is Lying), Nace (Nancy Drew)
first ship ever: probably Rory and Jess back when i watched Gilmore Girls live on the WB as a literal child with my mom and sister :) we got to watch live as long as we went to CCD that afternoon lol
last song: Doo Wop (That Thing) - Ms. Lauryn Hill
last film: 9 to 5 (the best)
currently reading: Nothing More To Tell by Karen M. McManus and On The Line: A Story of Class, Solidarity, and Two Women's Epic Fight to Build a Union by Daisy Pitkin
currently watching: so much always!!!! i don't have a tv podcast for nothin'! i'm bored so i'll break it down into subcategories lmao
current rewatches: Ginny & Georgia (new season tonight yay!), Younger (never watched s7 so i will this time), Young Royals (i'm behind on watching S2 i know), One Tree Hill (along with listening to the Drama Queens podcast)
currently airing series I'm watching: Gossip Girl (2021), Abbott Elementary, All American, All American: Homecoming, Mythic Quest, The Sex Lives of College Girls that just wrapped up its sophomore season
first time watches: Everwood at a @leftistteendrama listener's request :)
on my docket to watch next: Heartbreak High, Reservation Dogs, A League of Their Own; also will soon be rewatching Outer Banks and Yellowjackets before the new seasons!
currently consuming: well i just got back from a tasty ass dinner with my fiance celebrating 100 days until my wedding so i recently consumed crostini, calamari, and gnocchi!
currently craving: dessert! lol
tagging @heartunsettledsoul @feisty-aquarius4 @monica-posh @simon-eriksson @writeraquamarinara @onlyalittlebookworm @lurker-no-more @sullypants @imreallyloveleee
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wrixie · 1 year
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get to know me
[useless info edition yay]
i was tagged by @futurelabs & @deehya : thank you, lovelies ✨
What do you have under your bed? i have so much shit under there; i do know that all my Bratz are under there. i should get them out and play
Favourite candy? (be very specific if possible) HEATH BARS toffee and chocolate omg & butterfingers however i like to eat chocolate chips as lil treat
Describe your favourite shirt: it’s gray, has an armpit hole and has D.VA’s bunny on the front that says under it “nerf this”
The last thing you drew/doodled was: it was probably an eye xD
Are you completely sober rn? absolutely not. i’m only sober when i wake up before wake n bake!
What's the one thing that annoys you more than anything? the teenagers that work at my local mcdonalds lmfao
Have you ever gotten you tongue stuck to a cold pole during winter? hell nah, i saw a christmas story. im good on that.
If you could be anywhere in the world right now, where would it be? living wise: back in georgia. visiting wise: the virgin islands with my mommy.
What was the single last word you spoke? MOOOSHY. (calling my cat)
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khaleesiofalicante · 1 year
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Hola Dani 😊 ¿como te va? ¿Sigues de viaje? I hope you're having a good time and drinking enough water or tea or both!!
I'm going the farm this weekend because apparently Cocoa is sick, I've been assure that is not serious but I still want to go and see my fluffy girl 😌
The One with the Seashell
I'll try to keep this one short so Tumblr doesn't go 🤯
Maxwell needs to take a chill pill but also I would be the same!! I WANT MY MAVID BACK!!
Nicolas remains grounded!! 😒
Numeri sounds cool but also fuck math 😒
My son has been trying to use warlock math to grow up... Nicolas you are ungrounded 😭😭😭
Yes, I am that easy, so what??
“Helping someone doesn’t mean you have to make yourself uncomfortable,” bapak said softly.
I needed this today 🙌🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼
Does Magnus have super smell?? He cannot possibly know that Max was practicing warlock math just by the smell of magic... or maybe my son's magic has a very particular smell 🤔
Answers I need answers!!!
“The wards are only for shadowhunters. It detects them by their runes. You don’t have runes, right? You’ll be okay. I promise.”
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Maybe Roman and Gigi shouldn't go to Devlin Corp!!! I don't think their plan is going to work!!
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Holy shit it worked!!
There was something about him. She couldn’t put her finger on it.
It was a circle with a red border and there were two smaller black circles, one on either side.
I have SO many questions!!!!
She fought the urge to set the whole damn place on fire.
Stop fighting and let it BURN!!!
Georgia looked at him. “Roman. We have to take it with us.”
TAKE IT!!! Take the seashell and RUN!!!
“It’s very rude to steal someone else’s property,” the boy told her.
First of all... OH FUCK!!! Second of all... that seashell is not yours so shut the fuck up!!!
The tiny device pulsed bluer and louder and harder than Gigi had seen before.
Oh no!! Oh no!!! I feel like this is going to backfire!!
What was that??? What fuck just happened???
“So, we’re not gonna tell him his brother died?”
I HATE THEM!!! I don't really care about the evil twins but that is shitty AF!!
“Stick to the plan. I want you to find Alec Lightwood.”
Dani no!! That was how my nightmare started 🥺🥺
“I will not let your delusional relationship ruin my legacy,” Marcus hissed.
But I am enjoying their fight, go ahead destroy each other!! Muahahaha
This bitch really thinks that Maxwell is going to forget about David... I need a stronger word than delusional!!
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You are both delusional you evil bitch!!!
Oh Max 😭😭😭 this entire scene is hard, I'm glad this is from Mallory's POV and not Max’s because I want scream and cry 😭😭😭 my poor angel!!
M for Mallory.
No! Is an M for Malvada which you are!!
Yay LEXI!!! My twins always make me feel better!!
“Marcus and Mallory?” Lexi asked. “Look, man, I seriously think we should just, you know, be done with it.”
I agree!!!
Ok Achilles has a point but...
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Achilles laughed at that. “I understand this must all be frustrating for you.”
Yes, it is very much!!!
“Too impulsive,” Mallory tutted. “And too arrogant.”
This bitch better not hurt my precious twin or else!!!!
The rings wrapped around Lexi’s ankles and locked her to the ground.
See!!! This why sometimes murder IS the answer!!!
“Daddy!” Lexi screamed and fell to the ground and clutched at her father. “Daddy, no!”
NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! Danielaaaaaa!!! Why? Why????
"Play time's over," Uncle Magnus said and then looked at the blonde man. "Jonathan, get off the ground. You are ruining a good shirt."
Oh yes!!! Our savior!!
But Mallory pulled the warlock closer by his shirt. “You fucking idiot.”
NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!
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“You dumb bitch,” she said. “Alec Lightwood is going to kill you with his bare hands.”
That he will!! And I will help him!!
Dani... this chapter!! OMG!!! The amount of times I screamed!!!! You are amazing!!!
I tried to keep this short and organized but once again I have failed 😬
Thank youuuu!!! I am love you most 💚💚💚💚
okay now thanks to you i am 11% curse and say terms of endearment in spanish hehe.
today's word: mi preciosa ;)
And oh no! I also have the fucking flu since Sunday and i hate being sick! I hope Cocoa is okay and you get to visit her soon x
also if tumblr fucks with us again, i will sue!!!
I am love you the mostest 💚💚
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