#scan-a-thon

[archivlibrarianist]

From the article:

"People in Halifax were able to digitize their historical photographs on Sunday and share them publicly as part of an initiative by the Halifax municipal archives.

"The archives held a Scan-a-thon at the Halifax Central Library for members of the public to bring in treasured photographs, slides and negatives that showed local history.

"Municipal archivist Susan McClure said the archives are looking for any historical photos, including neighbourhoods, construction projects and pictures connected to the railway."

[ploverbear]

there should be an amnesia bunker achievement for burning every last drop of fuel possible in a save file and then going into blackout called like, "Indefinite Darkness" or something. or "Dark Descent" lol. or "You Fucked Up Now"

[honey-crypt]

could i possibly get a fic about sebastian helping adhd!farmer through their rejection dysphoria? i leave the rest up to you, go wild <3

- 🪩

★ like the stream - sebastian x adhd!farmer ★

word count: 1.5k

warnings: rejection sensitivity dysphoria episode

summary: it's the day of the flower dance! you're prepared to ask your friend sam to be your dance partner when you're met face to face with a kind but otherwise hard rejection from the other party. Unable to cope with the rejection because of your RSD, you find yourself spiraling when another friend of yours, Sebastian, finds you alone and distressed in the depths of Cindersap Forest.

a/n: hi hi request #2 for my write-a-thon! hope this is an okay fic, i made sure to do some research on rsd and adhd (beyond my personal knowledge of it) for this fic :D

Today had to be perfect. 

That was what you repeated to yourself, as you made your way towards Cindersap Forest for the Flower Dance. You double, even triple, checked that you had everything ready for today. It may have taken two or ten sticky note reminders, but you knew that everything was in the right place. Your outfit? Check. Your flowers? Check. Your confidence to ask Sam to be your dance partner? Check!

As you got closer and closer, the sound of upbeat classical music grew louder and louder. They should really install a better alternative to this, I don’t know George crosses this, you thought to yourself while crossing the bridge over to the festival. An open green space greeted you with the residents of Pelican Town scattered about. You exchanged pleasantries with your fellow townies, making a beeline to your friend group by a secluded corner of the festival. 

“Hey (Y/N)!” Abigail gave you a small, half salute, “Didn’t think you were going to make it.”

“I lost track of time,” you confessed, “Nonetheless, I made it!”

Your two other friends, Sam and Sebastian, paused their side conversation at mention of your arrival. Sam offered you a dazzling smile that made your heart flutter, “(Y/N)! Good to see you!” and, much to your disappointment, he gave you a friendly side hug. You forced a smile in return and responded, “Yeah, for sure. I’m just glad I made it before the dance started.”

“Would’ve sucked ass if you missed it,” mused Abigail. Sebastian didn’t respond, staring silently at you. A frown graced your lips, What’s his deal? you questioned. Your chest, however, had a different reaction, tightening up at the sight of Sebastian’s deadpan. He’s probably just having a bad day, you reassured yourself, He’s not mad at you. He’s not mad at you. 

“I’m gonna grab some of Gus’s drinks,” you perked up at Sam’s voice, “You guys got a preference for what?”

“Ooo, get me the Tulip Jubilee,” requested Abigail.

“The Blue Jazz Drop for me,” you eyed Sebastian when he spoke up. Sam looked at you expectantly, “How about you, (Y/N)?”

“Oh, uhhhhh…” you mentally thumbed through your options, “No preference, just grab me something you think I’ll like,” you adjusted your collar with your free hand, “I trust your judgement.”

“Will do!” Sam responded with a double thumbs up before leaving for the food and drinks table. You let out a deep sigh and fiddled with the flower in your hand, a small but homegrown tulip. Abigail quirked an eyebrow up at you, “Something on your mind?”

“Oh! Well,” you cleared your throat, “Just thinking about the dance.”

“Fingers crossed that you don’t have to dance with Clint like last year,” snorted the purple-haired goth. You grimaced at the memory and scanned the crowd for the aforementioned blacksmith, seeing him talk poor Emily’s ear off, “Anyone but him,” you grumbled.

“Which reminds me,” your friend directed her attention to Sebastian, “Dance partners this year?” to which the black-haired boy nodded quietly. You stared at him with narrowed eyes, Why are you so quiet today?

“Back with the drinks!” your blonde friend announced to the group, two drinks in hand and two held tight against his chest. Sam passed out the drinks and informed you, “I got you the Sunflower Tonic.”

You pressed your lips against the cup and took a sip, the sweetness of the drink evident, “This is good,” you let your friends know.

“Ew, mine’s too sour,” sighed Abigail, her lips puckered. She held her drink towards the group, “Any takers?”

“I’ll try it,” answered Sam. He grabbed the drink and sipped it, his face grimacing, “Yikes. Too sour,” before handing it in front of you, “Want a taste?”

You felt flushed at the idea of sipping the drink after Sam and seized the opportunity, accidentally taking a big swing of it. Immediately, you gagged at the taste, “Ugh! My tongue!” and spat out what little liquid was left in your mouth. Sebastian finally took the drink and drank it without any sign of sourness on his face, “Yeah, this is bad,” he stated, “I’ll stick with my drink,” the emo resumed his Blue Jazz Drop. 

“Ladies and gentlemen!” Mayor Lewis’s voice echoed awkwardly through his microphone, “The Flower Dance will begin shortly! Last chance to find yourself a partner!”

You heard the man, this is your last chance! you grasped your flower and waited until Abigail and Sebastian went ahead to pull Sam aside, “Hey Sam, can I ask you something?”

“Yeah, what’s up?” Yoba, his sunshine demeanor was too much. 

“Would you like to be my partner for the dance?” you held up the tulip. Sam’s sunshine self dimmed into a clouded version, “Oh, (Y/N), but Penny asked me to dance while I was getting the drinks. I’m really sorry.”

The sound of your world cracking rang through your ears, as you stood motionless in front of Sam, “Oh! I, uh…” tears pricked at your eyes, “I gotta go.”

Your surroundings began to blur and any outside noise turned into static, as you made your escape from the Flower Dance and deeper into Cindersap Forest. The bum bum of your heart and the swoosh of your blood pounded against your head. 

I hate him.

He hates me.

No, he just made a promise!

No, he thinks you’re the worst!

It was like being trapped on a carousel, your thoughts and emotions spinning around and around. Soon, you found yourself by a small stream, laying on the ground by it with sprawled out limbs. Tears rushed down your face and you heaved dryly, as your brain failed to comprehend Sam’s words and intent.

Oh, (Y/N), but Penny asked me to dance while I was getting the drinks. I’m really sorry.

You sat up, nearly flinging yourself forward towards the stream, and started to bite at your nails, “He hates me. He hates me. I hate myself. I hate myself. I-”

“(Y/N)?” 

You jerked your head to the left, Sebastian standing a few feet away from you. As he approached you, you hastily wiped your face with your sleeve, tears and snot staining the fabric, “Leave me alone,” you sniffled.

“(Y/N), what’s wrong?” he asked you, sitting down beside you with his knees to his chest. The tears resumed and coated your cheeks in the salty liquid, “I hate myself, okay?! I fucking hate myself, Sebastian!”

Sebastian tilted his head in confusion, “Why do you hate yourself?”

“Because I’m obviously such an awful person that Sam doesn’t want anything to do with me!” you cried out. Your friend frowned deeply, “(Y/N), you know that Sam usually dances with Penny at the Flower Dance.”

That made your blood steam, “I wanted it to be DIFFERENT, Sebastian! I wanted him to dance with me!” you heaved at Sebastian. He fell silent and fished out something from his suit pocket, a red tangle fidget. Your friend let it out to you and you snatched it without hesitation, fidgeting with it while you sobbed. You tried to get back to reality, but with each passing moment, the idea of returning to the present grew farther and farther away. Everything was hurting, your mind and your body, everything was hurting so much.

“I’m sorry that you’re hurting,” whispered Sebastian. You looked at him with watery eyes, “I can’t control this,” you admitted. He nodded quietly and held out a hand, to which you grasped and squeezed. Sebastian continued, “I know that these kinda things are a lot for you. I know that your mind is telling you a lot of awful stuff right now because of what Sam said, huh?”

“Yeah…” you squeezed his hand again. Sebastian added on, “I didn’t mean to watch, but I accidentally saw the whole situation go down. Sam looked upset when you ran away.”

“Well, he can shove,” you grumbled. Sebastian snorted and retorted, “He’s the one who wanted to check on you, but I told him that you seeing him while you’re in a RSD episode wouldn’t be that helpful.”

You moved closer to Sebastian and laid your head against his shoulders, “I hate my brain.”

“I get it, you’re not alone,” hummed the emo, “Isn’t this stream pretty, though?” he redirected your focus on the stream, the gentle rush of water humming against the swaying trees, “Maybe, just for a second, we can be like the stream.”

You closed your eyes and focused on the sound of the stream, envisioning yourself as one with the water. A sense of peace washed over you and you exhaled, still picturing yourself as the stream. It felt like an hour or so went by before you opened your eyes again, “I’m the stream,” you stated to Sebastian. 

“You’re the stream,” he repeated back, holding you close, “You’re the stream," your heartbeat and breathing returned to normal.

"I'm the stream."

[whynotshaveme]

It's For Charity, Mia

By whynotshaveme

Mia's long, black hair trailed down her back as she arrived at school that morning. With determined strides, she scanned the notice board for any chance to bolster her grades, especially that D+ that she had in American History. Her eyes locked onto a flyer advertising a charity event that afternoon promising extra credit from the History Department to those brave enough to sign up. Not looking at the fine print, even though she really should have, she jotted her name on the sign-up sheet.

Excitement buzzed in the air as Mia entered the school's auditorium that afternoon. Students and teachers packed the seats. Everyone kept pointing at the barber's chair at the center of the stage. Mia nervously approached, dread gnawing at her insides. Oh god, she thought, what did I sign up for?

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to our annual charity shave-a-thon!" the host's voice boomed, drawing everyone's attention. "Let's give a big round of applause for our first participant and longest head of hair today —Mia!"

Mia's stomach churned as she stumbled onto the stage, unable to make a break for it now, her steps heavy with trepidation. She took her seat, her hands trembling as she gripped the armrests. Her eyes widened in horror as Mr. Richardson, her weirdo American History teacher, stepped forward, clippers in hand.

"No, please..." Mia's plea was a mere whisper, drowned out by the anticipation of the crowd.

Mr. Richardson's smirk only deepened as he revved up the clippers. Mia's breath caught in her throat as the buzzing sound filled the room, drowning out her protests. The first lock of her hair fell to the ground, soon to be joined by others.

"I always make my students earn their extra credit," said Mr. Richardson so softly that only Mia could hear it.

Tears welled in Mia's eyes as the clippers continued their relentless assault. Mr. Richardson, she would later learn, was a former Army barber. He didn't show her an ounce of mercy as the guards of those hungry clippers ripped through her beautiful head of hair. She wanted to scream, to beg for mercy, but all she could do was sit there, paralyzed by shame and helplessness.

Finally, the clippers fell silent, leaving Mia's head shorn of its crowning glory. But Mr. Richardson wasn't finished yet. With a cruel grin, he produced a pearl-handled straight razor and a can of Barbasol shaving cream, ready to strip away the remnants of Mia's dignity.

The cold touch of the razor against her scalp sent shivers down Mia's spine. Each stroke felt like a dagger, carving away at her self-esteem. She tried to still herself, including her unfortunately full bladder. And then, it happened—a warm trickle down her leg, followed by a spreading puddle at her feet.

Gasps rippled through the audience, quickly followed by jeers and laughter. Mia's cheeks burned with humiliation as she watched everyone in the audience pull out their phone to document her humiliation. She wanted nothing more than to disappear, to escape the mocking gazes of her peers. But Mr. Richardson, a professional, insisted on another pass of his razor and then a vigorous massage of oil into her now naked scalp.

"Gotta made that cueball of yours really shine," he said, laughing with everyone.

Once he was satisfied with how the bright, oily sheen of her bald head looked under the hot lights of the stage, he gave it a smack and then pulled off her cape. Mia then stumbled off stage and to the nearest bathroom to clean herself off and see how she looked. When she looked in the mirror, she cried.

[forsakenheadmates]

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▹age: Ageless TV screen

▹gender: Nonbinary

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▹typing quirk: types with no punctuation, very informally. And obviously, a lot of internet brainrot

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✧ about.. ✧

▹age: Ageless robot

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▹role: ADHD holder, Archivist, Scout

▹source: Regretevator

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[luckystudentgardener]

Why ASHVA 4X4 ATVs Are the Future of Smart Terrain Logistics

In a world where last-mile challenges extend beyond paved roads, A-THON’s ASHVA 4X4 ATV is emerging as the most intelligent, adaptable, and resilient solution for off-road logistics and delivery.

Logistics Is No Longer About Highways—It’s About Terrain

India’s logistics revolution has successfully reached metros and major towns, but large portions of the country remain disconnected. Remote, off-road, and unstructured terrains still face logistical challenges where roads fade, weather disrupts, and infrastructure ends.

Whether transporting agricultural inputs, emergency medical supplies, construction materials, or e-commerce deliveries to remote areas, the last-mile remains the weakest and most expensive link in the supply chain.

This is where A-THON’s ASHVA 4X4 ATV is redefining off-road logistics—not by replicating trucks or bikes, but by creating a new category of micro-logistics machines that operate on terrain, not roads.

1. Why Traditional Vehicles Fail in Terrain Logistics

Conventional logistics vehicles face significant limitations in rural and remote areas.

Common Mobility Challenges:

Limited or no road access during monsoon or snowfall.

Difficult-to-reach locations such as hilltop villages, forest zones, and floodplains.

Over-reliance on human portage or unsustainable manual transport.

High fuel consumption and costly maintenance for bulky 4x4 trucks or tractors.

The Result:

Delayed or failed deliveries.

Increased logistical costs.

Inaccessible services in rural areas.

Supply chain breakdowns during climate events.

2. ASHVA 4X4 ATV: The Perfect Terrain Logistics Platform

ASHVA is more than just an off-road vehicle—it is a smart, terrain-agnostic logistics platform designed for multi-surface deliveries in remote areas with maximum uptime and minimal operational costs.

Key Capabilities for Terrain Logistics:

Payload Capacity: Configurable to carry between 500–700 kg, making it suitable for agricultural, industrial, and healthcare logistics.

4X4 Torque-Distribution Drivetrain: Ensures superior grip and stability on inclines, mud, loose terrain, and rocky surfaces.

Balanced Wheelbase: Provides steady and safe cargo movement, even on uneven ground.

Quick Deployment: Ready for action in under five minutes, reducing downtime.

Fuel-Efficient Engine Tuning: Optimized for short-haul, repeatable logistics loops, making it cost-effective.

ASHVA behaves like a compact, road-free logistics truck—efficient, rugged, and reliable.

3. Smart Subsystems for Intelligent Logistics

ASHVA 4X4 ATVs can be configured with specialized smart logistics modules to meet sector-specific demands.

Modular Configurations for Targeted Use Cases:ModuleUse CaseCold Chain Box (Solar + Battery)Vaccine, blood samples, dairy, and perishablesStackable Tray SystemParcel and rural e-commerce deliveriesDigital Weight Measurement UnitFarm produce procurement and milk collectionMobile Water Tank (300–500 L)Water delivery for construction or livestockOnboard Inventory Tracking TabletGPS routing, item scanning, and delivery logs

These modules can be integrated with partnered fleet management apps, providing real-time visibility, route optimization, and proof of delivery (PoD) even in low-connectivity zones.

4. Ideal Use Cases Across Sectors

ASHVA 4X4 ATVs are engineered to support a wide range of industries and applications, making them highly versatile for terrain logistics.

Agriculture:

Farm-to-market transportation of produce.

Delivery of agricultural inputs such as seeds, fertilizers, and equipment.

Cold-chain logistics for perishables, including fruits, milk, and seafood.

Healthcare:

Delivery of medicines, PPE kits, and diagnostic tools to remote health centers.

Vaccine transportation with integrated refrigeration units.

Mobile health camps equipped with onboard medical supplies.

Construction and Industry:

Transportation of construction materials to remote project sites.

Worker mobility within large industrial zones, solar parks, and mining areas.

Inspection and tool movement for telecom towers, pipelines, and utilities.

Disaster Response:

Rapid deployment of emergency kits during floods, landslides, or earthquakes.

Mobile relief supply units for disaster-hit villages.

Evacuation support with stretcher-compatible configurations.

E-commerce and MSME Logistics:

Last-mile delivery to rural towns with no courier access.

Local kirana store and small business logistics.

Transportation of tribal and artisan products for rural commerce networks.

5. Why ASHVA 4X4 ATVs Are a Smarter Economic Choice

Traditional logistics fleets come with high operating costs, road dependency, and complex maintenance requirements. ASHVA flips this model by offering a simpler, terrain-ready alternative.

Cost and Efficiency Comparison:FactorTraditional 4x4sASHVA 4X4 ATVVehicle CostHigh capital expenditureModerate investmentRoad DependencyFull road infrastructure neededNone – terrain adaptableMaintenanceComplex and costlyEasy, local maintenanceDriver SkillTrained, licensed driversBasic local training sufficientTerrain CompatibilityLimited to paved/off-road trailsHigh across varied terrainOperational ROILow in remote areasHigh, repeatable returns

ASHVA’s lower operating costs and road-independent capabilities make it a practical and scalable solution for remote and rural logistics.

6. Supporting a Decentralized, Resilient Logistics Model

A-THON’s vision is to establish a decentralized logistics network powered by ASHVA 4X4 ATVs. This approach ensures accessibility in regions where logistics is not just a cost—it is a lifeline.

Deployment Opportunities:

Panchayat-Level Clusters: Terrain logistics hubs in rural districts.

NGO-Run Mobile Units: Humanitarian aid and community supply logistics.

Private Contractors: Handling rural e-commerce and micro-logistics operations.

CSR-Supported Service Models: Logistics for health, agriculture, and food security.

By decentralizing terrain logistics, ASHVA supports India’s Aspirational Districts, Smart Village Missions, and Digital Bharat objectives, delivering goods and services to the country’s underserved regions.

7. Export Potential: Ghana, Turkey & Africa’s Logistics Landscape

A-THON is actively engaged with governments and partners in Ghana, Turkey, and other African nations, where rural terrain logistics is a major challenge.

ASHVA’s Global Applications:

Field Logistics Fleet: For agricultural input delivery and remote transportation.

Cooperative-Owned Transport Units: Supporting rural livelihoods and trade.

Public-Private Logistics Accelerator: Enhancing last-mile delivery infrastructure in developing regions.

These partnerships demonstrate ASHVA’s potential as a “Make in India” export-ready logistics solution for emerging markets across the Global South.

Conclusion: The Road Ahead Doesn’t Need a Road

India’s next billion-dollar opportunity in logistics is not on the highway—it lies off the road, across villages, valleys, farms, and forests where reliable delivery access is still missing.

With the ASHVA 4X4 ATV, A-THON is pioneering a new category of smart terrain logistics, enabling businesses, aid organizations, and governments to reach areas no traditional vehicle can.

[jgsofillinois]

Jewish events online calendar

A new online worldwide Jewish events calendar called JDays includes scheduled events from the Jewish Genealogical Society of Illinois and from many other Jewish focused organizations. JDays can be seen at: https://ldvdf.org/jdays/ JDays, hosted by the L’Dor V’Dor Foundation, is described as "the first comprehensive, central calendar of upcoming Jewish webinars, seminars, workshops, lectures, films, tours, conferences, meet-ups, oral history collection days, historical photo and document scan-a-thons, … any creative program with a focus on Jewish family history, Jewish history or Jewish heritage."

[sablewick]

Roughhousing

Roughhousing (1247 words) by Sablewick Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Stargate SG-1, Stargate Atlantis, Stargate Universe Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Cameron Mitchell/John Sheppard Characters: Cameron Mitchell (Stargate), John Sheppard Additional Tags: Pre-Relationship, Roughhousing, Miscommunication Summary: Cam drags John to the homestead for Thanksgiving during their academy days. John Cam Thing-a-thon (ages ago) Prompt: Play fighting For ninja_hamsters

The Mitchell household seemed to hold more people than any other building John had ever been in. Immediate family, extended family, distant relatives and, like him, random friends who'd been roped into the road trip back to the homestead for the weekend.

In the ten minutes it took him to transfer his duffle from the car to the living room, he'd met 15 different people, two of which were babies. And more of them were appearing out of doorways and wandering off to the back yard. John suspected he could start opening cupboards and he'd find people stashed in there. Cam's estimate of ‘a few people' was clearly way off the mark. It was like a village was descending on the Mitchell House.

"So, who's sleeping in the barn?" John had muttered jokingly to Cam when they'd rocked up and immediately been roped into bonfire preparations with ten other guys.

He'd been somewhat bemused when Cam had replied: "I think it's Vick's turn this time around, or it might be Tommy's. Don't worry about it though, you'll be in my room."

Then they'd gone off to pitch tents on the front lawn.

Dinner was a massive affair with the ladies in the kitchen for hours and the men outside carefully cultivating the bonfire, setting up old plough discs and portable grates for steaks and sausages and, most importantly, a rotisserie with a couple of turkeys impaled on it. Everyone ate outside perched on garden furniture and camp chairs with paper plates and wooden cutlery that all went into the bonfire when people had finished eating.

By the time the smores were out and doing the rounds, they were half way through the evening and John had met so many new people that he was beginning to forget people's names; something that had never happened to him even at his father's function dinners (and at those he usually actively avoided people and made to run off half way through the night) He could feel the familiar panic setting in, that horrible social awkwardness that usually accompanied him in crowded environments and he scanned the faces lit up by the orange glow of the fire trying to find a reassuring smile from Cam.

He had no such luck though as Cam was engrossed in conversation with an elderly man that John had mistaken for Great Aunt Betty earlier in the night. (Honest to God, it was an easy mistake to make) And with both his bonfire neighbours occupied with other people, John, feeling somewhat overwhelmed and a little isolated, ducked away from the fire and wandered back towards the house, intending to find his car and sit in it.

Cam had apparently been waiting for this to happen, though, as when John was navigating his way across the back lawn trying not to trip over the hose or the children's toys that littered the grass, Cam came hurtling out of the darkness and tackled him to the ground.

John's first reaction was to fight back violently, but he froze when he heard Cam's familiar laughter.

"What the hell, Cam?" John punched him in the arm.

"Owe, you bastard." Cam leapt on top of him again, rolling him over in the grass. John made an aborted attempt to throw him off, trying to figure out what was going on. Cam clearly wasn't trying to hurt him, but he wasn't going to let him up, either. And he kept digging his fingers into John's ribs seeming especially pleased when John jerked away.

"C'mon, Shepard. Show me what you've got." Cam grinned down at him, tickling him again, and John's natural urge to compete took over and he started to fight back, still somewhat confused as to what this was supposed to mean.

They tussled for a couple of minutes, throwing harmless taunts back and forth. Pinning each other, breaking holds and tickling each other whenever they had a hand free.

It ended in a fit of pained laughter when John accidentally clipped Cam in the jaw with his elbow. Cam rolled onto his back, exhausted and panting, working his jaw up and down to test out the pain.

John propped himself up on an elbow, looking down at him in the dim light.

"Sorry," he grinned, clearly not meaning it. It was his own fault anyway, for jumping him in the dark.

Cam swung an arm out, trying to get him in a headlock, but John ducked away easily.

He refrained from retaliating though, looking down at Cam with a crooked smile instead.

"I win?"

Cam snorted. "I think I'm justified in calling foul play." He jerked away as John prodded him in the ribs.

A voice drifted out of the darkness, startling them. Then Cam's younger brother wandered into view along with a couple of cousins. "Who's playing foul?"

"Cam." John said immediately, then scooted out of the way as Cam was suddenly buried underneath a mountain of guys all crying stacks on. John laughed at Cam's muffled complaints, but it only took them a few moments to decide that John was worth punishing as well, rolling off a groaning Cam and leaping up to tear after John.

It turned into an impromptu game of what appeared to be football without the ball, but was actually a game of who could tackle who the most times. Of which neither Cam or John was the winner.

Later that night, lying on a mattress on Cam's floor, John contemplated the friendly bruising the roughhousing had caused. It seemed to be something that they were all familiar with, rolling around in the grass and messing with each other. Something that John could never imagine getting up to with his cousin's.

He'd found it unusual that they were all so happy afterwards, laughing and ribbing each other for failed attacks and boasting about spectacular tackles. He was especially confused when Cam had pulled him into a hug afterwards, grinning wildly and ruffling his hair. He'd thought that Cam was annoyed with him for trying to skip out on the party, hence the attack. But apparently this was some form of communication that his somewhat more posh upbringing hadn't deigned to educate him in.

It was something that John now realised that Cam had tentatively tried to start before, but John had never picked up on. Something which had confused John up until tonight. All the times Cam had randomly decided to shove John off the lounge, or tip him off the bed, pinched his blankets or snatched food directly off his plate, what John had thought was Cam being a bit of a bully, was, in actual fact, Cam trying to play. It was Cam's way of testing him and learning about him, and strangely enough, showing that he cared.

Which was why, years later, (after Cam had started chasing Ori and John was off trekking through another galaxy trying to avoid having his life sucked away by ugly looking space Vampires) John didn't take it too badly when his newly acquired, very angry Satedan friend insisted on hitting him with things, a lot.

He'd groaned about it to Cam, who'd just laughed at him and complained about the fact that he would never in his life be able to beat Teal'c. Then he'd teased John about getting old.

And just for that, next time John was on Earth, he was going to tackle Cam, and show him just how young he still was.

[ofsteelnfyre]

thon enjoyed  tourneys.   violent  as  they  may be-  something  was  thrilling  about  them.  and  as  a  man  who  didn't  take  much  risk  when  it  came  to  his  business  endeavors.  usual  one  to  sniff  out  a  good  deal  when  he  could⸻  the  tourneys  allowed  the  redwyne  lord  a  chance  to  release  any  pent-up  aggression.  in  a  form  that  was  acceptable  to  society  or  to  most  at  least. 

he  would  be  in  the  joust  but  not  until  tomorrow.  so  today he  watched  as  did  many  of  the  other  nobles  in  the  stands,  the  poor  lining  up  against  the  railing.  chanting  and  cheering  on  those  who  rode  and  came  out  victorious.  groaning  at  those  he  fell  and  fell  hard⸻  thon  was  off  to  see  one  of  the  lords  who  fell  when  he  happened  upon  the  her   . "  lady  eleyna,"  he  offered  dismissing  her  apology  easy  enough.  "⸻  it's  clear  you  are  unwell.  do  you  not  have  an  attending  with  you."  his  eyes  scanned  the  area  near  them  for  a  moment  before  offering  her  his  arm.  "  i'd  be  happy  to  escort  you,  my  lady.  i  should  think  i  should  not  take  no  for  an  answer. less they make some disparaging remark of my character.   " 

in  her  twenty  five  years  ,  lady  eleyna  has  been  sheltered  to  the  truth  of  king's  landing  .  to  see  blood  spilled  with  ease  ,  her  eyes  widen  in  their  surprise  at  such  violence  and  the  tourney  is  ,  suddenly  ,  not  quite  what  she  had  expected  .  not  entirely  naïve  ,  she  is  aware  of  the  world  which  surrounds  her  ,  of  the  terror  and  the  bloodshed  and  still  —  she  shudders  at  the  sight  of  another  joust  ending  in  death  .

  excusing  herself  ,  eleyna  eases  a  smile  upon  her  face  as  she  slips  from  the  audience  and  out  into  the  surrounding  grounds  ,  her  breathing  uneven  ,  her  stomach  roiling  .  clumsiness  is  a  virtue  ,  and  she  wanders  into  another  with  a  grunt  ,  eyes  reaching  theirs  with  apology  .  "  i'm  so  sorry  !  i  was  just  excusing  myself  for  some  air  away  from  the  chaos  .  "

[mostlysignssomeportents]

This day in history

TONIGHT (July 20), I'm appearing in CHICAGO at Exile in Bookville.

#20yrsago Militant wing of the accessibility movement https://web.archive.org/web/20040722063824/http://www.wired.com/news/print/0,1294,64253,00.html

#15yrsago UK National Portrait Gallery threatens Wikipedia over scans of its public domain art https://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/technology/8156268.stm

#15yrsago Publishers’ shibboleths vs the future of publishing https://publishingperspectives.com/2009/07/why-publishing-cannot-be-saved-as-it-is/

#15yrsago Amazon’s Orwellian deletion of Kindle books https://memex.craphound.com/2009/07/20/amazons-orwellian-deletion-of-kindle-books/

#10yrsago Anti-NSA messages projected on US embassy in Berlin https://www.theverge.com/2014/7/19/5918473/german-artist-protests-nsa-with-light-graffiti-on-us-embassy-in-berlin

#10yrsago US “suspected terrorist” database had 1.5M names added to it in past 5 years https://www.sandiegouniontribune.com/2014/07/18/terrorist-database-continues-to-grow-at-rapid-rate/

#10yrsago Audio from Snowden/Ellsberg panel at HOPEX https://www.mediafire.com/download/mu7yqb1b1y7jty5/Ellsberg-Snowden-at-HopeX.mp3

#5yrsago Three California Nazis sentenced to prison for their participation in the Charlottesville “Unite the Right” rally https://www.justice.gov/usao-wdva/pr/three-members-california-based-white-supremacist-group-sentenced-riots-charges-related

#5yrsago A free, accessible, hyperlinked version of the Mueller Report https://blog.archive.org/2019/07/19/the-mueller-report-now-with-linked-footnotes-and-accessible/

#5yrsago Eminent psychologists condemn “emotion detection” systems as being grounded in junk science https://www.psychologicalscience.org/publications/emotional-expressions-reconsidered-challenges-to-inferring-emotion-from-human-facial-movements.html

#5yrsago Equifax settles with FTC, CFPB, states, and consumer class actions for $700m https://nypost.com/2019/07/19/equifax-agrees-to-pay-700m-after-massive-data-breach/

#5yrsago Chrome is patching a bug that lets sites detect and block private browsing mode, declares war on incognito-blocking https://arstechnica.com/information-technology/2019/07/chrome-76-prevents-nyt-and-other-news-sites-from-detecting-incognito-mode/

#1yrago Private equity ghouls have a new way to steal from their investors https://pluralistic.net/2023/07/20/continuation-fraud/#buyout-groups

Support me this summer on the Clarion Write-A-Thon and help raise money for the Clarion Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers' Workshop!

[honey-crypt]

for your write a thon, would you do a drabble that female farmer is infertile? Characters are Sam, Alex and Elliott!

a/n: request #6 of my write a thon and it's gonna be a heavy one, i hope this helps y'all get a glimpse into the reality and struggles of infertile people

warning: pregnancy & pregnancy related topics

★ baby blues - alex x farmer / elliott x farmer / sam x farmer ★

alex

The thin paper sheet that covered the exam table scratched at your bare skin. You tapped your fingers rhythmically against your thigh, the air conditioner in the exam room humming lowly. Alex sat in the chair beside you and rubbed his eyes, “It’s too bright in here,” he grumbled.

“Agreed,” you mused. This exam room had become a second home for the two of you for the past few months with a multitude of doctor visits and procedures conducted there. Yet, today could be the last time you two had to make the trek up to ZuZu City Municipal Hospital’s Fertility Assistance Wing. Today was the day, the day that would make or break you, the day you and Alex would learn if the embryo transfer was a success.

A nurse in a crisp uniform entered the room, “Mr. and Mrs. Mullner?” she asked. Alex rose from his seat and held your hand, “That’s us.”

“Dr. Hargrove will be with you shortly,” the nurse informed you before exiting the exam room. You locked eyes with Alex, “What if it doesn’t work?”

“What if it does work?” he retorted, earning a small laugh from you.

“I’m serious, though,” you elaborated, “We’ve been through the ringer for almost two years, baby. The drugs, the artificial insemination… I’m just scared that this will all be for nothing.”

Alex held up your hand and kissed it, “It’s okay to be scared, babe. I’m scared, too… I’m scared for you,” you raised your eyebrows at his response, “You’ve been such a trooper, (Y/N). Doing the injections, taking the medicine, having that weird medieval torture device shoved up your pussy for the embryo transfer!” Alex sniffled,”It don’t know what Yoba’s plan is for us, but I pray to him that he grants us this blessing because you have fought tooth and nail to make it happen.”

“Oh, Alex,” you pecked him on the lips, “I love you. Thank you for being my rock through this,” your husband smiled cheekily, “Anything for you.”

“Mr. and Mrs. Mullner?” the familiar voice of Dr. Hargrove called out to you, as she walked into the exam room, “How are you two doing today?”

“I know you have to ask us that but,” Alex squeezed your hand, “Can you rip the bandaid off, please? For my wife’s sake.”

Dr. Hargrove nodded, “Of course. I understand your anxieties about the embryo transfer,” the doctor approached the exam room’s tablet and opened up your medical record, “The blood test result should come in any moment now.”

Alex held his breath while you began to sweat, as you both and your doctor waited for the results. The tablet suddenly dinged and Dr. Hargrove smiled, “Okay, the results are in.”

You grabbed onto Alex, your legs shaking with nerves. Dr. Hargrove scanned over the results, “Well, this is what I expected,” she hummed, “You two are going to be wonderful parents.”

“I’m pregnant?” you gawked.

“She’s pregnant?!” shouted Alex.

Dr. Hargrove laughed, “You’re pregnant, (Y/N). Congratulations on your successful transfer,” she set the tablet down, “I’ll get your referral set up for your OBGYN, Dr. Hawkins. She’s a wonderful doctor with lots of experience with twins.”

“Thank you, doctor!” Alex cried out, tears running down his cheeks. He embraced you tightly, as you cried joyously in one another’s arms.

“We’re gonna be parents, Alex!”

“We are! We are… wait.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Did she say twins?”

“Oh my god… she did say twins.”

elliott

You had gotten used to seeing the single line on your monthly pregnancy test. Time after time, that single line taunted you, mocking you and your husband’s tireless efforts to start your family. Yet, today was going to be different, you knew that it would be different. The past three days, you experienced bouts of morning time nausea and vomiting, your period was late, and you were craving smoked herring, despite being a vegetarian. I’m having a baby! you declared to yourself, I’m having a baby! I’m definitely having a baby!

Despite no nausea or vomiting this morning, you flung yourself out of bed and into the bathroom, much to your poor husband’s concern. Opening the mirror cabinet above your sink, you plucked a pregnancy test out of the bulk box you purchased from Joja Mart. Of course, you preferred to shop at Pierre’s, but the idea of requesting pregnancy tests from the father of one of your closest friends made your morning sickness flare up.

“Darling?” your husband’s voice rang from outside the bathroom, “Is everything alright? Do you need me to get the ginger ale?”

“No, not yet!” you exclaimed, setting the used pregnancy test on the counter next to you, “Come inside, duckie! I think this might be the moment.”

Elliott poked his head inside the bathroom, “Oh my goodness!” his eyes twinkled with the same light as before, eager but nervous to hear the result. He grasped your hands and gave them a gentle squeeze, “How are you feeling, my dear? Are you excited?”

“Absolutely,” you answered, “We’re going to be parents, Elliott. I just know it, we’re gonna have our baby.”

Elliott tried his best to smile, but his quivering lip betrayed his outward hopefulness, “I want you to know that no matter what the result is, everything will be alright, okay?” he pressed a kiss against your temple, “It will be alright.”

“It will because it’s gonna be positive,” you chuckled dryly. It was almost a year since you and Elliott started your attempts to conceive. This was your last chance, it had to be positive.

The alarm on your phone went off, signalling that the results were ready. You reached for the pregnancy test and informed Elliott, “Close your eyes. I want to read it first.”

Your husband obliged and covered his eyes with his large hands, the ink stains from his late night writing session still evident. Taking a deep breath, you flipped over the pregnancy test and read the result.

One single line.

Your heart sank.

Not pregnant.

Your chest tightened, as tears swelled up in your eyes, “It- It’s negative,” you announced to Elliott, “I failed.”

Elliott removed his hands from his face and embraced you, rubbing your back while you sobbed your heart out, “You’re not a failure, my love, we’ll try again. Please don’t get discouraged, it will be okay.”

You held onto him for dear life, chest heaving and cheeks stained, “I can’t, I can’t. I don’t wanna try again.”

Elliott pulled away and cupped your cheeks in his hands, “That’s okay, (Y/N). I’ll follow your lead, okay?” he kissed your lips tenderly, stroking your cheeks with his thumbs.

“It will be okay, no matter what.”

sam

You wiped sweat from your forehead and stretched your back out, as you stood before the field of ripe melons and blueberries ready for the picking. Summer crops were the most abundant and popular among the residents of Pelican Town with numerous orders, so you had your work cut out for you this season. With wicker basket in face, you got on your knees and plucked a few blueberries off their stems.

“(Y/N)!” your husband Sam called out to you from the porch. You peered from above the blueberry bushes, “Yes, love?” you shouted back.

“There’s a letter for us!” he exclaimed, “It’s from the ZuZu City Orphanage!”

You nearly dropped your basket, “What?!” you jogged up to the porch, seeing Sam wave a sealed envelope in his hand. The two of you wanted to be parents ever since your engagement, but a year or so of failed conception attempts left you discouraged. Dr. Harvey had recommended a fertility specialist to you to assist with the procedure, but the idea of subjecting yourself to injections and procedures left a queasy feeling in your stomach. Nonetheless, it didn’t matter a lot to Sam and you on how you became parents, thus the pursuit of adoption.

“I didn’t think they would get to us so quickly,” you commented to Sam, as the two of you entered the kitchen. The blonde hummed in agreement, “I’m surprised, too. Hopefully, it’s good news.”

“Me too,” you answered and hugged your husband’s arm, “I’d be heartbroken otherwise. I fell in love with Cordelia and Conrad the moment we saw them.”

You remembered the day you and Sam visited the orphanage, nervous but excited. You had some qualms about adoption, you believed it best to keep the child with their family unless it wasn’t an option. Yet, at the orphanage, these children had no family and if you could, you would’ve adopted them all.

After meeting with the caretaker and filling out the necessary paperwork, you and Sam were allowed to visit the children on the orphanage’s playground. A warm, fuzzy feeling grew in your chest at the sight of happy children running about, “I wish we could take them all home with us,” you muttered to Sam, “I want them all to have loving, safe home.”

“Me too, sweetheart, me too,” replied Sam, rubbing your back, “It feels cruel to choose, you know?”

“Yeah,” you pouted, “Maybe this was a bad idea.”

Suddenly, a little girl who eerily resembled you and Sam ran past you, “Jamie, give it back!” she screamed at the boy she was chasing after. You watched the little girl tackle the boy to the ground and tussle about in the dirt, soon emerging victorious with a notebook in hand, “Meanie!” she chastised Jamie.

“Cordelia!” the orphanage caretaker yelled, “What did I say about tackling people?”

The girl Cordelia looked back at the caretaker, “He stole my songbook!”

Your chest tightened, “Sam,” you whispered to your husband, “That’s our kid.”

Sam grinned ear to ear, “That’s our kid.”

The caretaker shooed Cordelia back to the playground and guided Jamie to the other side before returning to the two of you, “I’m sorry about that,” she apologized, “Cordelia’s very… headstrong and protective of her belongings.”

“That’s okay!” you answered, “Can you tell us more about her?”

The caretaker obliged and rehashed Cordelia’s background. She was a recent addition to the orphanage, having lost her parents in the ongoing war with the Gotoro Empire. You could feel Sam’s expression darken at the mention of the Gotoro Empire, it was a sensitive subject for him because of his father’s past involvement and POW status.

“I would advise against only adopting her,” explained the caretaker, “She has a baby brother, Conrad. We try not to separate siblings.”

“Then we’ll adopt them both,” responded Sam. The caretaker grinned widely, “That’s wonderful! I’m sure the two of you will be great parents for them,” she gestured to the door, “Let’s go inside and we can get the paperwork done for the next step.”

Back in the present, you held on the enevelope addressed to you and Sam from the orphanage, “What if we were denied?” you asked with a frown.

“Then that caretaker and those reviewers are idiots,” your husband laughed, “Can you do the honors, baby?”

“As long as you hold me,” you replied.

With Sam’s arms wrapped around your body, you carefully opened up the envelope and removed the neatly folded letter out of it. You read through the contents of the letter, your eyes widening.

“Sam?”

“Yes, sweets?”

“We got approved.”

“WE GOT APPROVED!” your husband screamed, pulling you into a passionate kiss. You kissed him back joylously and set the letter down on the dining room table, overcome with the purest form of happiness. Attached to the letter, there was a photo of Cordelia and Conrad smiling with Cordelia holding up a small sign with the words We’re Cordelia and Conrad Duffy! on it, becoming the first memento of your newfound family.

[usnatarchives]

Volunteers Digitize Buffalo Soldiers’ Records During Scan-a-thon

By Kyra Wilkins  | National Archives News

Records related to Buffalo Soldiers, African Americans who served their nation on the western frontier following the Civil War, recently became more accessible thanks to the efforts of volunteers who participated in a “scan-a-thon” at the National Archives in Washington, DC.

Held in the National Archives Building's Innovation Hub on June 20, a group of 32 people, both citizen archivists and volunteers, scanned 2,055 pages from 19 pension files. The event was part of the Innovation Hub’s effort to digitize pension files of African American soldiers who served between 1866 and 1892.

The Innovation Hub provides a space for the public and groups to scan documents in the National Archives holdings and highlight the use of those records in innovative ways.

Read more of this story on National Archives News.

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Stay

@sjmromanceweek​ Day Three: The Honeymoon

Pairing: itharion

Summary: With Bryce and Hunt on their honeymoon, Tharion is tasked with looking after their apartment. To his surprise, a certain wolf shifter was also given the same task.

Warnings: !smut! oral m receiving, anal sex, foul language 

wc: 2.7k

a/n: Am I delusional, or were there sparks flying off the page between these two? Please tell me I wasn’t the only one picking that up. 

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Tharion made his way from the elevator to the door of Bryce’s apartment. He was almost skipping with excitement. The mer was going to spend the next two whole weeks living it up in Bryce and Hunt’s fancy ass apartment. All. Alone. It was exactly what he needed- a little escape. In fact, he was going to make a call to Bryce encouraging her to extend her honeymoon with Athalar. Those two were insatiable, chances are she would agree. Tharion felt a pang in his chest at the thought. He yearned for that connection, to call someone his. Yearned for love and passion and joy. He paused and shook his head, dispelling the thoughts from his head. He was going to relax, no thoughts and feelings to drag him down.  

Tharion crouched to look for the key under the mat, right where Bryce said it would be. Except it wasn’t. He furrowed his brow and scanned his surroundings. The key had to be somewhere. He checked up and down the hall. Felt for it atop the doorframe. He rummaged through a small potted plant next to the mat. He sighed in defeat, the key was gone. He winced at the thought of Bryce chewing him out for interrupting her sex-a-thon with Hunt.

As he pulled his phone out and hovered over Bryce’s contact, Tharion heard sounds coming from inside the apartment. Everything in him went on high alert. There was someone inside the apartment. Steeling himself, he weighed his options. He could bust in and deal with the intruder. He could call Ruhn and the guys and check it out together. He cou-

A boisterous crash interrupted his thoughts. Tharion’s body reacted of its own accord, registering the commotion happening inside. He threw himself into the door and barreled into the place. Muscles tight, arms raised, ready for attack. The sight he was met with instantly drew the fight out of him.

“Pup?” Tharion raised an amused eyebrow.  

Ithan Holstrom, sitting atop what looked to be the remains of a coffee table, blinked back up at him. Slowly, a deep flush stained his face. The wolf shifter’s eyes darted to the sword laying a few feet away before saying, “What are you doing here?”

“Me? You’re the one in here destroying Bryce’s precious furniture,” Tharion pointed out. He couldn’t keep the smile out of his voice when he added, “Again.”

Ithan groaned, “She told you?”

“It seems you make a habit of acting out your fantasies rather…passionately,” Tharion snickered at Ithan’s expense. “She's going to lose her shit when she sees you broke another coffee table.”

“Yeah, well, bashing her door in would also certainly do the trick,” Ithan snorted and gestured towards the door.

Tharion winced as he took in the damage, “At least I have two weeks to fix it.”

“And I have two weeks to replace this mess,” Ithan added. The wolf narrowed his eyes then asked, “What are you doing here anyway?”

On the defensive, Tharion retorted, “I could ask you the same. I’m the guardian of this humble abode for the next two weeks so if anyone has the right to interrogate someone, it’s me.”

Tharion watched as Ithan’s brow furrowed and his lips parted. He looks adorable. Tharion paused at his thoughts, where had that come from? The same feeling as before curled around his heart. He yearned to have someone he could call adorable, to appreciate them. Before he could continue on this line of thought, Ithan piped up.

“You’re house sitting for them?” At Tharion’s nod, Ithan blew out an amused breath and shook his head. “Well, I am, too.”

Tharion snorted at the mix up, “Athalar asked you?” Ithan nodded. “Legs was the one who asked me.”

“I’ll call them, get this sorted out.” Ithan began to pull out his phone and Tharion stopped him.

“That would be the worst thing, Legs would castrate you for interrupting their honeymoon.”

Ithan’s face screwed up into a cringe, he was clearly imagining that very real possibility. Still adorable. His subconscious needs to get a grip. Tharion turned towards the door, ready to leave. The place was being looked after and Ithan had gotten there first. He felt the loss of this opportunity for escapism deep in his bones. He really needed this, but he wasn’t about to spill his exhaustion to Ithan Holstrom.

“Wait!” Ithan called. “You don’t have to go.”

When Tharion turned around, he knew that Ithan must have sensed it, read it on his face, Hel, maybe he somehow smelled what he was feeling. Ithan was looking at him with those deep brown eyes, he could see the empathy. A pool of warmth settled in his gut. He wanted someone to care for him like this so badly. He caught himself and Tharion bristled, not allowing himself to be this vulnerable. Ithan must have seen his walls solidifying because his eyes widened, then he threw on a nonchalant look before commenting, “There’s a sunball game on. I thought we could watch it.”

Tharion stood watching the male and assessed the olive branch he was extending. His brain wandered again to that word. Adorable. His chest felt warm at Ithan’s care. Tharion tried to tamper it down enough so he could turn Ithan down. Enough to walk away from his invitation and the safe haven that was Bryce and Hunt’s apartment.

He couldn’t. So he flashed a grin, bounded to the couch and flopped onto it. Remembering, once he was on it, to not foolishly ruin Bryce’s precious white couch. He turned to Ithan, still on the floor on top of the rubble that was the coffee table, and asked, “Who’s playing?”

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Something in Tharion’s brain chemistry must have altered. In all the time they’ve spent together, everything they’ve been through, he had never looked at Ithan like this. The mer noticed every time the sun caught on Ithan’s golden brown hair. He was hyper aware of every grunt and groan that escaped Ithan’s lips when he was frustrated at the game. Every laugh of triumph. Every exhale of relief. Every twinkle in his eye.

He was half tempted to bolt from the couch- the couch where he and Ithan had been creeping increasingly close to each other throughout the game- and leave the apartment all together. He couldn’t bring himself to do that. For every thought that repelled the idea of his attraction for Ithan there were ten that lured him in.

The game had ended. The team Ithan rooted for had won. He turned to Tharion, excitement lighting his eyes. Their knees bumped at the proximity and Ithan’s new position.

“What a game,” Ithan exhaled. He began to recap his favorite moments. His summary was punctuated with Did you see when…? and I can’t believe…

Tharion was utterly transfixed. What was happening to him? Suddenly he felt his hand brush Ithan’s and he startled. Tharion had been unconsciously leaning closer to him. He was so close he could see the intimate details of the wolf’s face. The honey colored highlights in Ithans brown eyes. His long lashes. The rosy pout of his parted lips. Tharion hadn’t even noticed that Ithan had stopped speaking.

Now they were both aware of each other. Aware of their situation. A strangled whimper escaped Ithan’s lips. That sound went straight to Tharion’s cock. He snapped his eyes to Ithan’s and raised an eyebrow.

“What is it, Pup?” Tharion taunted. “Sounds like you have something to say.”

Ithan stared and stared. Tharion could feel the hesitation rolling off of him in waves. The same hesitation Tharion was trying hard to mask. Who was he to assume Ithan’s behavior was from attraction and not discomfort?

Taking a collecting breath, Tharion dispelled all his thoughts with a shake of his head and began to move away from Ithan. He froze when he felt Ithan’s large, warm hand on his forearm.

“Don’t- I-,” Ithan paused and closed his eyes. He exhaled a breath. He seemed to be in a struggle with himself. When his eyes opened, Tharion could see that he had made up his mind. “Don’t go.”

They were an inch away from each other now. They were breathing the same air. It would be no effort at all to close the distance and finally feel Ithan’s lips upon his.

“Pup, I had no idea you felt this way,” Tharion felt his thoughts involuntarily slip through his mouth.

Ithan cracked a smile and a flush rose onto his cheeks, “Really? Cocky as you are, you never realized I thought you were hot as fuck?”

Tharion laughed at that. The smile stayed on his lips as he leaned forward and captured Ithan’s lips with his own. The kiss was sweet, unhurried. Tharion held Ithan’s face with both hands. Ithan was clutching onto Tharion’s wrists. They were getting a sense for each other, exploring, feeling the other out. And it felt good.

The mer’s length stirred in his pants, it began to strain against the fabric. He pressed harder into Ithan and the kiss turned feverish. He pushed his hands into Ithan’s hair, tugging gently.  A deep groan sounded from Ithan’s throat and Tharion took the opportunity to push his tongue into his mouth. Tharion moaned softly at the taste of him. They quickly became all tongue, teeth and hands. Frantic to feel, to taste, to have each other.

Pulling away, Ithan panted, “Bryce will castrate us both if we do what we’re about to do on her couch.”

Smirking, Tharion taunted, “Oh, yeah? And what exactly are we going to do, Pup?”

“Some more of this,” Ithan supplied. He crushed his mouth back onto Tharion’s. The feel of his smooth lips had his cock hardening to the point of pain. Ithan pulled away slightly, “And some of this.”

Fuck. Ithan moved his hand to cup Tharion’s erection and began rubbing him through his pants. He started bucking his hips into Ithan’s hand unconsciously, chasing his pleasure. It took everything in him, but he reached for Ithan’s hand and stopped his ministrations.

“Bedroom,” Tharion panted, “now.”

It was almost comical how fast they scrambled into the guest bedroom of the apartment. Once inside, Tharion turned to Ithan. He raked his eyes over the wolf’s blown out pupils, glistening red lips, golden strands of his hair a mess. Merciful Cthona, he was gorgeous. Fueled by the pure lust he felt in Ithan’s presence, Tharion pushed him so he fell onto the bed. He climbed on top of him, his knees resting on either side of him.

Tharion dipped his head so he was centimeters from Ithan’s mouth, “Such a pretty pup under me.”

There was that whimper again, it had a pool of heat gathering deep in his stomach. Tharion lowered himself onto Ithan, a wanton moan left his lips when he felt the evidence of Ithan’s arousal against his own. He started moving his hips in a steady rhythm, feeling their hard lengths rubbing against each other. Short pants fell from Ithan’s parted lips, answering Tharion’s groans of pleasure.

The mer was going to come out of his skin from anticipation, he needed more. Leaning forward, he ripped Ithan’s shirt off him and his own shirt followed suit.

“Burning Solas,” Tharion murmured. Ithan’s toned chest and abdomen were on full display. The sunball player had clearly kept up his shape during his time in the Auxiliary.

“Likewise,” Ithan whispered. His hungry eyes raked over Tharion’s form.

Shifting his hips drew a hiss from both him and Ithan. Tharion leaned down and pressed a kiss to one of his pecs. He stuck his tongue out and flicked it over Ithan’s nipple. The soft groan that escaped him served as the only encouragement he needed to continue his path down Ithan’s body.

Ithan’s clothed length was so close to Tharion’s face, straining against the fabric of his pants. He flicked his gaze upward and caught Ithan’s chocolate eyes with his. Giving Ithan a small smirk, Tharion made quick work of his pants underwear, leaving Ithan completely exposed. Ithan’s cock sprang free of its confines and Tharion licked his lips at the sight.

“Well, well, well,” Tharion breathed. His mouth was centimeters from Ithan’s length. He licked a stripe from the base of Ithan’s cock to the tip and added, “Not such a little pup after all.”

Ithan’s hips bowed off the bed and he answered with a strained, “Why are you still talking?”

Very well then. Tharion unleashed himself on Ithan. He took him deep into his throat, only coming up for air when Ithan’s tip hit the back of his throat. The taste of him, the feel of him, had Tharion rubbing his throbbing erection against the mattress. He was desperate to be touched.

Ithan was a whimpering mess, unintentionally bucking his hips which only made Tharion gag further on his cock. He moaned around Ithan’s length, continuing to roll his hips for some relief against the friction of the mattress.  

“Please,” Ithan mumbled. “Tharion, please.”

Tharion released Ithan’s cock, but continued to pump him slowly with his hand, “What is it, Pup?”

Propping himself on his elbows, Ithan begged, “Solas, Tharion, let me come.”

Ithan looked wild. Chest rising and falling frantically, hands fisted into the sheets below him, his cock glistening from the wet warmth of Tharion’s mouth. It triggered something in him. The mer shot up, pulling a strangled groan from Ithan, and discarded his own pants. A cocky look grew on his face when he heard the sharp exhale from Ithan at the sight of his length. Tharion turned to rummage through the drawers in the nightstand. These horny bastards had to have lube in here. Sure enough, Tharion found a bottle of lube.

He left them within reach and crawled back onto the bed, settling his weight on top of Ithan. Taking his face in his hands, he pressed a kiss to his lips. It was deep and sensuous, full of promise. He pulled away and moved to squirt a generous amount of lube onto his fingers.

“Fuck,” Ithan gasped as Tharion’s fingers circled his ass. He pushed one into his tight hole and pumped slowly. Ithan’s mouth fell open and pants fell from his lips. Tharion was so hard, his length was twitching against his abdomen. The tip was weeping precum, he was desperate to be inside Ithan. Tharion added another finger after some time, then another after some more.  

“Are you ready to take my cock?” Tharion asked of Ithan as he continued pumping into him. The wolf nodded frantically in answer.

Tharion slotted himself at Ithan’s entrance and began pushing in. Inch by inch, Tharion filled him up. The tight squeeze wrapping around Tharion was almost enough to send him over the edge.

Once his hips met Ithan’s, he wasn’t gentle about it. Tharion set a punishing pace. The sound of their hips meeting and the groans coming from them was all that could be heard echoing in the room. Tharion felt lost in Ithan, muscles tight to stave off his orgasm. Ithan brought up his hands and was raking his nails down Tharion’s back. The pinching pain only added to the mer’s utter bliss.

“Tharion,” Ithan panted. “Tharion, I’m so close.”

“Yeah?” Tharion reached down to grip onto Ithan cock, his body jolting from the contact. He pumped him roughly, in time with his thrusts. “Come for me, Pup.”

With a loud groan, Ithan came. Hot ropes of come coated Tharion’s hand and their stomachs. The sight had Tharion’s stomach tightening further, soon he was shooting his release deep into Ithan with a growl. His hips slowed their pace and came to a stop. Spent, he let himself bear his weight onto Ithan. The wolf’s hands found their way into Tharion’s hair, gently threading through the locks.

“If I had known, we could have been doing that the whole time,” Tharion said with a laugh.

Ithan chuckled, “Well, let’s make up for lost time.” He clenched around Tharion’s length, pulling a groan from his lips.

“We’re calling Legs and Athalar and telling them to extend their honeymoon,” Tharion decided.

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“That’s the Big Dipper.”

Steve Harrington x Reader

Finale of the Stranger Things Summer Write-a-Thon!!!

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(Gif not mine)

Requested? No

Summary: (Y/n) saw the good in everyone. It’s just who she was. So, when she started dating Billy Hargrove, Steve couldn’t help but try and be her voice of reason, and persuade her to rethink the decision. This, certainly, had nothing to do with his own blossoming feelings for the girl, of course not. But, looking back on it now, she really should have listened to him…

Warnings: starred out swear words, Billy Hargrove, teenage drinking, references to sexual activities, cheating, not really a happy ending

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

“Well, this definitely isn’t the bathroom...”

(Y/n)’s heart was beating loudly in her ears, the drinks finally hitting her at possibly the worst moment imaginable, but it was too late to rethink that decision now.

“Sh*t, (Y/n), I can explain!”

But really, what was there to explain? How many reasons could there be for being caught literally with your pants down with another girl?

“I’m just… gonna go…”

The room was spinning. (Y/n) didn’t remember making it out of the bedroom and down the stairs, her brain all fuzzy and her vision blurred, but the sudden sea of bodies, all moving far too fast for her brain to comprehend, was plenty enough to inform her of her new location.

He hadn’t followed her. (Y/n) didn’t know why she thought he would. It was quickly beginning to dawn on the girl what she had just walked in on. Her boyfriend was cheating on her. And she knew. And he knew she knew. It was clear that whatever they’d had was over. She would be an idiot to think otherwise. But, quite frankly, she didn’t have it in her to care about that either. Everything was giving her a headache, and, honestly, she just wanted to go home.

For the second time that night, (Y/n) was moving through the party without realizing it, stumbling past drunk teenagers, all the while trying to make her way to the front door. Her mind wandered through all the reasons she could have deserved the treatment she was receiving from a guy who was supposed to love her. Had she done something wrong? She didn’t think so. But she must have, as the other options were far too depressing to consider in her current state.

Suddenly something knocked her from her thoughts, or rather, someone, the girl stumbling towards the floor with wide eyes, before strong arms caught her around the middle, and she looked up to put a name to her savior…

+ + +

“(Y/n)? Woah, hey… you okay?” Steve’s hands came up to catch her as she stumbled towards him, clearly drunk off her a*s. When she didn’t immediately respond, his eyes scanned the area around them for her boyfriend, who definitely should not have left her alone like this. Coming up empty, Steve’s concerned frown deepened.

“Where’s Billy?” He asked, receiving a shrug from the girl.

“Probably still with Tina, but, you never know. Could’ve gotten through half the cheer squad by now. Depends on-“ Steve cut her off, shock covering his face.

“Wait, he…” He couldn’t even bring himself to say it. There was no way even someone as terrible as Billy would do that to a girl like (Y/n). She was literally perfect. What kind of idiot would screw that up?

“Cheated on me.” (Y/n) finished for him, Steve actually flinching at the words. Though, (Y/n) seemed relatively unbothered, as she waved it off. “But it’s fine. I’m not mad…” She trailed off, before pulling Steve closer to whisper in his ear. “But that could just be cause of the alcohol. Ask me again in the morning.” She giggled causing Steve’s concern to return. How much had she had to drink?

“Hey, how bout I take you home so you can get some sleep?” Steve offered, hoping she’d say yes, as he didn’t really feel like kidnapping her, and he sure as he*l wasn’t just gonna leave her here. (Y/n) pouted a little and shook her head.

“I can’t go home, my mom thinks I’m at Chrissy’s for a sleepover.” Well, sh*t…

Steve searched his brain for an alternative, still he*l bent on getting her out of this house, but running out of options that the drunk girl would agree to. Finally, he was struck with a thought:

“Okay… I got a place we can go so you can sober up. How’s that sound? Wanna go on a drive with your old pal Steve?” Her eyes lit up and Steve almost sighed in relief when she nodded her head.

“Okay!” He laughed a little at how excited she was, as his arm circled her waist, to start pulling her towards his car.

“Okay, then. Let’s get outta here…”

+ + +

“Here we are.”

(Y/n) had slept through most of the ride over, but Steve didn’t mind one bit. She looked terrible after the events of the evening, and, if a nap could be of some assistance? Go for it.

He regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth, however, as the peacefully dozing girl began to stir, a soft whine of complaint leaving her body, as Steve’s hand moved to caress her shoulder comfortingly.

“Where…?” The girl mumbled, looking through tired eyes at their dark surroundings. Steve watched her apologetically, though he still couldn’t hide his fond smile at her sleepy body language, before realizing that she’d asked him a question that he had yet to answer.

“Lovers Lake… I hope that’s okay?” The boy hadn’t even thought about the implications of bringing her to such a place, especially in her current state, but it was too late to turn back now. Besides, she didn’t even know about the little crush, which had been growing bit by bit since they day they’d met. And she was still fairly out of it. The odds of her putting two and two together based off his subconscious decision to bring her here of all places were slim to none. But still…

“Ooooooooooh, pretty…” Steve turned to the girl and was shocked to discover that at some point during his inner turmoil (Y/n) had opened the passengers side door and was now staring straight up, neck strained so far back that Steve was worried she would to fall over if she tilted just an inch more. He moved to join her, eyes trailing up to see what she was looking at and found only the vast expanse of stars that always looked over Hawkins. They were pretty, he supposed, but didn’t hold a candle to the girl next to him.

“Yeah, pretty…”

+ + +

“That’s the Big Dipper.” (Y/n) pointed towards a cluster of stars, the pair laid back on the hood of his car, having been that way for a while now. Their chatter had gone from everything under the sun, and was now landed on the constellations in the sky. Steve’s eyes followed her extended finger towards the sky and chuckled at its placement.

“No it’s not.” He responded, laughing again when she pouted in response.

“It could be.” She mumbled, but left it at that, clearly too tired to argue further as she rested her head on his shoulder.

They were silent for a moment, Steve’s arm wrapped around (Y/n) and her head tucked under his chin, when Steve finally spoke up.

“Hey, (Y/n)?” She hummed for him to continue. Here goes… “I know this is probably bad timing, and you’re still technically with Billy, but, I wanted to tell you… you deserve so much better. You deserve someone who loves you no matter what. Like I do… I love you, (Y/n). And I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, but I’m telling you now…” Steve has no idea what has possessed him to reveal such things all of a sudden. He’d pretty much contented himself with the idea that he’d take this crush to the grave. But, he supposed it was too late now. “So?…” He asked, the girl having been silent for a moment. He hoped she wasn’t trying to come up with a way to lower him down easy. That would seriously suck all things considered. “(Y/n)?” Steve turned to look down at the girl, the best he could in their current position, and realized why she wasn’t responding. (Y/n) (Y/l/n) was completely passed out asleep on his shoulder. He let out a sigh, though he wasn’t entirely sure whether it was dejected or relieved, as he softly ran his hand over her arm.

“Get some sleep, (Y/n)…”

Steve decided it was probably for the best. Who’s to say she would even remember this conversation the next day? No, his initial thoughts had to be correct. He was much better off being her friend and keeping his mouth shut. That way he wouldn’t get hurt. Right?

Part 2?

This has been the most stressful two weeks of my life, but I am honestly really proud of the vast majority of these Stranger Things one shots. Thank you all for coming along with me on this journey of 80s vibes and cutie pies, and I hope to see you around still as I continue to post, far less frequently, but with probably much more care XD (I've got many Part 2s to get to... 👀) MUCH LOVE TO YOU ALL!!! 😘

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Blood Payment (MDNI)

Included Characters: Thor, Kratos, Mimir (Mentions of Atreus & Angrboda)

§Summary§

(Atreus and Angrboda are a few years older and are now a married couple. Atreus moved into Angrbodas treehouse shortly after the wedding & they are both used to frequent visits from Kratos & Mimir. Kratos had just returned to Midgard from an Ironwood visit yet again, but unlike the last time Mimir had decided to stay home and paint.

Being the thoughtful brother he was to Mimir, Kratos had placed him on his favorite pillow (for those who are un-aware Mimir is a talking head) nicknamed "Throne of Creation" by none other than Mimir himself. Kratos was nearing close to home when a familiar yet soul piercing sound left him frozen in his tracks...)

~Narrative P.O.V~

Kratos instinctively reached for his axe and scanned his surroundings. He couldn't believe what he was hearing & he definitely was NOT prepared for what was to happen next. "NOT POSSIBLE!" He thought as the rumbling got louder & adrenaline coarsed through his veins. "YOU SHOULD BE DEAD!" He yelled aloud as the sound of thunder roared over him. In front of Kratos stood someone all too familiar, someone who usually brought trouble with them wherever they went. This someone was also the reason he had a current hole in the roof of his home.

In front of Kratos stood Thor the almighty God of Thunder & his intentions were anything but pure.

$Thor P.O.V$

"You reek of mead, Thor are you drunk?"

Aaaah I couldn't help but chuckle when I heard that question because it was pretty obvious I was fucked up in my opinion. "Yea, what's it to ya?"

Finding any way to be a sarcastic asshole is to be expected when I'm drunk. He wasn't fond of it hehe he ended up grunting at me, but I find him cute when he's annoyed. "What is it you want? I don't think he was ready for the answer to that question.

¥Kratos P.O.V¥

I knew he was drunk off his ass. I want no quarrel with him, he should be aware of such things. I do not like how hesitant he was to answer my question..."Lets have a drink, old friend!" He said to me smiling with a bottle of mead in hand. I had no intention of sharing drink with this...brute of a god, but something told me to at least humor him.

*NSFW FROM THIS POINT ONWARD*

~Narrative P.O.V~

Kratos started a small bonfire with his blades knowing how much and how long Thor can drink. After "camp" was set up neither god held back on getting so drunk that rationality was out of the picture. They talked, laughed & spoke of who would win if they ever fought again. Thor was loving the moment so much he didn't want it to end. He wanted to make a move on Kratos while the opportunity had presented itself. More importantly he wanted more than just his time.😉 Just as the intrusive thought arose in Thor's mind, Kratos was gathering his things. "Mimir will worry if I do not return home, I enjoyed your company tonight." He stated happily with his back turned ready to leave. Thor wasn't having that because Thor always gets his way. "Remember that...Blood Payment I took from you?" He asked as he slowly approaches Kratos from behind ready to grab him. "What of i-?" Before he could even finish his sentence Thor grabbed him up. Kratos tried to squirm and kick to throw Thor off balance but to no avail. Thor puts a hand over Kratos' mouth, as a shitty grin forms on his face he leans in and whispers in to his ear "A new payment is due! This time I'll take your body instead of your blood sweetheart.😈" What had just come out of Thor's mouth had Kratos paralyzed & speechless. All he could hear was the pace of his own heart practically beating out of his chest. Still heavily influenced by the Mead-o-thon they just had Kratos couldn't think of anything to say. "What's wrong baby? Cat got your tongue?" Thor teased as he started leaving kisses on his neck.

Poor Kratos was in a current state of confusion. "Why is he doing this?" "Why am I not stopping him?" "Am I enjoying this?" It didn't help that on top of being drunk his body was giving him the "yes!" signal while his brain was telling him "no?"

All Kratos could muster in response was "Wasn't the first Payment enough?"

$Thor P.O.V$

He was crumbling under me like a fucking cookie and I loved EVERY second of it. To my surprise the so called "God Of War" is very submissive. He's not trying to take my head off so I'll take that as sign he likes it and have my fun.😏

¥Kratos P.O.V¥

I am still...undecided on if I should let this happen. He is...persistent & grabby but for some reason I am more comfortable with his presence than I was before.

~Narrative P.O.V~

Thor wastes no time prepping Kratos as his throbbing erection wasn't going anywhere without some help. Thor attentively lays his cloak on the ground for him to lay on then proceeds to lay him down by the fire and slowly strip his armor off peice by peice maintaining a lustful eye contact with him the entire time. Now naked and vulnerable by the warmth of the bonfire with his eyes closed, Kratos starts mentally preparing himself. Thor sucked on his first and middle finger to lubricate them, then immediately began stretching Kratos out before he got the chance to prepare for anything. He tensed up from the girth of Thor's fingers suddenly entering him. "Aaahh w-what are you d-doinggg?"

He moaned as he clenched his fists full of Thor's hair. "Aw a big boy like you can take it.😈" Thor replied, quickening his pace he payed close attention to Kratos' face & his moans. He loves how Kratos is in this state so vulnerable squirming beneath him unable to escape from his grasp. "Ngh aahaaa T-Thorr!" The heat he was feeling was more than enough evidence that Kratos had unsurfaced emotions for Thor, realizing this he tries to relax his body to give Thor more ease of access.

Now on top of Kratos, Thor embraces him into a drunken passionate kiss. His hands slowly traced down Kratos' body until they reached his ass firmly gripping him in place.

¥Kratos P.O.V¥

I was on the fence about all of this at first but Thor being so gentle with me took me off guard. "I think you're enjoying this as much as I am😏" His words...the way this man toys with me..it's like he can read my mind.

$Thor P.O.V$

Oohh I have him right where I want him & it's perfect. Little does he know I plan on breeding him until the sun rises.😈 He needs to know who he belongs to. He is MY little prize and I'm here for the claiming.

~Narrative P.O.V~

Holding Kratos in such a way, and kissing him like this was enough to send Thor into Feral mode. He could no longer hold back the urges he'd been fighting up to this point. Taking his fingers out then hastily pulling Kratos onto his length a groan of relief escaped his lips "fuucck, finally" he teased as he began forcefully railing into Kratos. "AAH s-so b-big!!" Kratos exclaimed as he stuffed his face into Thor's neck. Thor on the other hand was in heaven, the only two things on his mind were "when and how am I gonna cum?" & "Dam his ass fits around me like a glove". He continued pumping in and out of Kratos hyperfocused on his release at this point "your so tight baby, be a good boy and hold on a lil longer mkay?" Unable to focus on anything but the mind numbing orgasms Thor was giving him Kratos was a screaming, moaning mess. He was screaming loud enough for more than half of Midgard to hear. "Fuuck Thor you feel s-so good"

Hearing those words sent Thor into overdrive. Like the flip of a switch he grabbed Kratos by the hips and flipped him into doggy position. By this point Kratos was doubting that he'd be able to even make the walk home being so fucked out. "P-please Thor Mercyy!" He screamed one last time. Thor wasn't done with him just yet. 😏😏 He kept going at a steady pace until he felt heat building up in his stomach. Chasing his release Thor concentrated on his moans, the sound or his ass clapping & how sensational he felt. "F-FUCK KRATOS!" He roared in pleasure bucking his pelvis into Kratos one last time releasing all of his cum into him. With both gods so fucked out and exhausted they lay in each other's arms until sunrise, then part was to head home. Boy would Kratos have a story for Mimir THIS time.😉

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