#‘At 3:35 pm take cover’

[ghoulinfuschia]

Nori being the type of mom to pack Uzi’s lunches and leave notes inside, but instead of cute messages she writes to be disconcerting shit she can think of.

[gyeomsweetgyeom]

[9:35 pm]

“I don’t think it’s ever been this quiet when I’ve been here,” you told Fratboy!Jaehyun.

He laughed, “you’ve spent the night before haven’t you?”

“Well, yeah but you have nocturnal friends. I can wake up in the middle of the night and find 3 people awake and yelling at their computers,” you reply, playing with Jaehyun’s fingers.

“I think Taeyong offered to buy them all dinner or something,” Jaehyun shrugs running his unoccupied hand through your hair.

“For all of them?! That’s a lot of money!”

“He left out that they’d all be sharing McDonald’s nuggets and fries, I think he wanted to give us some alone time.”

You blinked up at Jaehyun innocently, “what could we possibly do with all this privacy?”

A cocky smirk took over his handsome features, "I can think of a few things."

Your laugh at his cheesiness was interrupted by his mouth meeting your own. Your hand untangled from his own in favor for meeting the ends of his hair at the nape of his neck. His lips were warm and slightly chapped as his lips met your own for a chaste kiss. He pressed a series of close mouthed kisses to your lips before he slowly trailed the kisses to your neck.

"Love you Jaehyun," You sighed dreamily, distracted by the kisses that were being placed against a particularly sensitive spot on your neck.

"Yooo, what is goin' on?!" You heard.

Your eyes snapped open instantly while you pushed Jaehyun off of you to straighten out your shirt and try to act natural. Though it was entirely too late for that now based on the fact that Mark was standing in the doorway and you heard the rest of the goons running over.

You groaned, burying your face in the pillows to hide away from the upcoming onslaught of questions. Seconds later you heard them talking over one another, "what happened?" "What were you doing in Jaehyun's bed?" "What's on your neck?" "Why is Jaehyun on the floor?"

"Yo, so I came in and they were all over each other kissing and moaning and all gross with each other and then I heard, I love you Jaehyun," Mark recounted as he imitated your voice (quite horribly).

"When did that happen?" Johnny asked.

"Why wouldn't you tell us?" Yuta quickly added.

"Why wouldn't you pick me?!" Haechan screamed.

Jaehyun shot him an annoyed look before he sighed and addressed the rest of the group, "I wasn't ready to tell you guys because I knew you guys would get weird. Like, I get it, we're all friends but I don't really know why I owe you all these answers."

"Hello!" Johnny interrupts, "We live together, we're best friends, we want to see you happy- both of you."

"I just wanted us to have a little more time to ourselves before you guys all got too overbearing," Jaehyun replies sheepishly. At the sight of his ears starting to turn red, you take his hand into your grasp and rub your thumb on the back of his hand comfortingly.

"When have we ever been overbearing?" Doyoung asks.

"Mark came in without asking or knocking and now there are 6 guys standing in the room and 2 sitting on the bed. Before you all found out I'd get a text from at least one of you each week telling me to make a move because it was painful to watch us pine after each other and Jaehyun would quote never have the balls to make a move," you deadpan.

"Is that so wrong of us?" Jungwoo questions from the foot of the bed with puppy eyes.

"Yes!" You and Jaehyun exclaim.

"We were practically on the brink of making love," Jaehyun replies.

Mark laughs, "No you weren't bro." You snort, using a hand to cover your laugh before you try to mask it as a cough and avoiding Mark's gaze to avoid laughing.

"You can leave now," Jaehyun snaps, snatching his hand from your hold to cross his arms over his chest.

They all grumble as they shuffle out and roll their eyes. You go to speak but Jaehyun stops you with his index finger held up, "Haechan, that means you too. Get out."

"Whatever, you're my least favorite half of this couple anyway. When you get tired off his flat ass, call me," Haechan scoffs.

-

a/n: little shit haechan is my favorite recurring character in jaehyun works bc i love him

[mockingkatniss]

NEED A RIDE? - drug dealer!Coriolanus Snow

18+ | nswf | mdni

warnings and tags: swearing, mention of drug dealing, smut, sloppy making out, multiple orgasms, blowjob, mention of gagging, body fluids, use of words like “wh0re” or “slu7”, specific body descriptions. BUZZCUT CORYO (little bit of a jump-scare for some of y’all) MODERN!AU, p in v sex, reader is just soft but not innocent, intese sex, porn without plot. (If I missed anything lmk).

(not proof read because I was tired, I will fix eventual errors <3)

summary: one particularly hot summer evening coryo sees you riding your bike while he’s driving he’s car around mindlessly and he ask you if you need a ride.

words count: 3.109k

Wanted to thank so so much @swiftiekisses because the drug dealer!coryo au it’s hers but she inspired me a lot and I also love so much her writing that I wanted to contribute with this fic! Also a big thanks to @euphemiaamillais because I’m literally addicted to what she writes and for inspirations for the drug dealer! au too! <3

enjoy and support me with a comment or a tiny heart! 💗🎀

coriolanus was driving by the quiet and deserted road of his god forsaken forgotten little town.

he hoped almost every morning to just wake up and found his rotten little city was torn down by some natural catastrophe.

he thought that dreams or ambitions couldn’t come true here. since his family lost everything due to his father's poor life choices, he was now stuck with poverty at 18 years and a cousin and grandmother to look after. more correctly just grandmother, since tigris left for college just the year prior.

to round some money he worked at the gas station, a literal hell hole in summer and plus coryo was sure he left part of his soul here, and sold some drugs to younger kids or kids his age at school or at parties but most of the times they directly came to the gas station.

if a drug had a name it was mostly probable that coryo had it to sell

that summer was cruel, sweat sticking to clothes and the asphalt so hot it could melt shoe soles, so cruel that coryo decided just two days ago to buzz his beautiful platinum curls off. the super short hair gave him a totally new appearance, he noticed that at the last party he went to sell, that mostly girls bought from him, stucking dollar bills inside his front jeans pocket and sometimes begging for a kiss or some good old make out. he accomplished and accepted that he was just extremely hot.

his car moaned underneath him as he drove, that old piece of garbage was still going on but coryo feared that someday he would be left walking.

it was 7:35 pm, his shift at the gas station over since sejanus plinth took his place for the night shift. sejanus was a nice kid, he was rich but decided to take another path just having shitty jobs during the summer like most teens even though for him it wasn't necessary having one. he didn’t sell drugs but he covered coryo so many times at school or at work so he was ok.

coryo had a small joint hanging from his lips as he drove, just one hand on the steering wheel and both the car’s windows opened since his ac was (obviously) broken, but even the air was heavy and warm that night.

miraculously the bluetooth radio was still working so he was listening to some trap rap music on his cracked up phone, the screen broken from everytime he made it fall while running away from cops or simply on the floor on a daily basis. as the music went on he thought about how the suggestion to listen to that genre of music came from clemensia e arachne at school, but it was nice for once not only listening to metal or punk rock.

while he took another hit from his joint something caught his eye on the road. it was a bike, someone was riding it and he probably knew who it could be.

the bike was faded pink with old stickers on it and you were riding it tiredly, legs sore and sweat sticking to your skin.

your tiny tight skirt was riding up a little showing some more of your thighs and coryo swore to god that he saw a glimpse of your pink panties.

sometimes you bought from him some weed and nothing more. you were a literal sunshine and at school you talked to everyone, being friendly and helpful. coryo still remembers how you helped him with physics the first year of highschool. you both were still young but nature obviously blessed you donating you such a sexy body.

he instantly felt his cock gently twitch into his jeans and he made the smoke from the joint exiting his nostrils in annoyance. don’t you get coryo wrong, he had sex and sure plenty of it but since the hot sticky summer he wasn’t feeling like it to just screw some girl even though he just needed to say the words. it was peculiar how his cock woke up just by seeing you.

he drove nearby you slowly to keep up with your velocity and you looked over to acknowledge the presence of a car and as you recognized the driver you smiled throughout puffed breaths from hotness and the riding.

coryo made a small smirk while pulling the joint away from his lips to talk. “hey bunny, need a ride?”. you slowly stopped your bike, tippy toes of your pink vans scratching on the asphalt. coryo stopped the car too and since the streets were dead he just got off his vehicle to look at you while positioning the almost finished joint on the car roof.

you panted lightly as you talked as you examined his presence. “it would be so nice coryo, I think I’m about to faint because of the heat”. he nodded understandingly with his head to the car behind him. “get on, I’ll get the bike” coryo thought he was going crazy when you got off the bike seat revealing more of your thighs. you collected your backpack and lifted yourself up on your tippy toes to kiss his cheek, strawberry lip gloss scent evident on his skin too now. “thank you coryo you’re my savior” you said before going to the opposite back of the car.

once the bike was fixed in the back he turned the car back on, securing his joint back around his lips once again while grabbing his lighter inside his jeans front pocket.

“where am I taking you?” he asked while lighting the joint to take a long drag before passing it to you. “I’m going to my dads house, it’s near the football field, 32nd house” you explained as coryo nodded knowing where it was since he spent much more time driving around in his free time than anything else. you also accepted the joint starting to smoke with relaxed muscles.

coryo looked over at you while driving, there was a peaceful silence. his elbow leaned outside the car’s window as his slim fingers tapped the steering wheel gently while driving. you noticed his rings decorating his fingers and his new buzz cut hair made his features even more sharp. you took three puffs from the joint handing him it back while caressing your naked thighs trying to pull down the miniskirt.

coryo savored till the last minute your lucid lips around the filter that he made, somehow the sweat made your skin warm and inviting, the blonde felt his cock twitch again and he fixed himself on the seat while trusting with his hips forward. he coughed a bit taking the last puff while tossing the dead joint outside the car. “how's it going in general?” you asked softly feeling already your head light but not too much, it was pleasant. “mh it’s ok, it’s too hot to work or to do anything else, I just want winter back” coryo explained briefly, voice slightly rough from smoking. you chuckled while leaning over to him to pinch his cheek softly. “awww snow wants his snow back doesn’t he?” coryo smiled while looking over to her, instinctively he turned over his face to scratch your fingers with his teeth playfully as you kept messing with him. “by the way, you look good today, bunny, but riding that bike with just this tiny skirt? a little bit dangerous don’t you think?” he asked while gripping the steering wheel with both hands. “how is it dangerous? riding my bike won’t stop me” you felt like wanting to touch him so much, so you placed your hand on his thigh. coryo was one of the hottest boys at school and his reputation made him even hotter and you were a total slut for bad boys.

at your gesture he stiffened a bit looking down at you delicately manicured hand and you kept caressing him going higher and higher but stopping just before his crotch. “can’t keep your hands to yourself now?” he tried to be ironic but just your presence had made him incredibly hard and it was difficult to not stop the car and fuck you in the back seats, your pretty head pressed into the plush of the seats. “maybe I don’t want to keep them to myself” you shrugged while pulling away your hand as he stopped the car in front of your dads house.

he exited the car while trying to hide his hard on while pulling his jeans around to crotch to fix the situation but nothing was effective. coryo pulled your bike outside the back of his car and you thanked him again while kissing his cheek but making the kiss longer. he sighed with a smirk while placing his big warm hand on your hips. you caressed his chest while looking up at him, a small pout on your lips. “you’re busy?” you asked, your long lashes batting at him inviting. “mmh no bunny, i’ll probably just go home, smoke again and collapse on my bed” his thumbs caressed your exposed skin just a little bit above your skirt. “why don’t you come inside? my dads busy he won’t be home till tomorrow noon” you swayed your hips a bit with pleading eyes. “fuck bunny you’re truly tempting but-“ you interrupted him while taking his hand, pulling him towards the house. coryo gave in, closing the car with his keys by distance and following you inside. you were making him feral with your temptations and soft eyes.

thank god the house had an ac so it was cooler inside. you tossed your shoes away together with your backpack and went to the kitchen to collect some water for you both and coryo looked around noticing how the house was elegant and well kept.

he slipped off his beaten up black combat boots and just sat on the big couch. he almost sunk inside it, noticing it was a water couch and smirked as dirty thoughts filled his head.

“the water couch is amazing isn’t it?” you giggled while handing him a glass of water while bouncing next to him making the couch move in small waves. “yeah pretty comfortable” he said as he leaned the glass to his lips not looking away from you for any second.

you then smiled mischievously while slipping down the couch, your knees sinking in the soft fluffy carpet. you positioned yourself between his legs while going for the zipper of his pants pulling it down with pure eyes. coryo almost choked on his water as he looked at you with pleased eyes and a big smirk on his lips. “what the fuck are you doing bunny?” he breathed out a laugh as you tried to pull down his pants together with his boxers. “I want to suck you off so bad so lift up your butt now” your tone was playful and demanding and he did as you said making you able to pull his jeans and boxers down making his pink cock sprung to life. it leaned against his tummy perfectly. “what did I do to deserve something like this without even asking?” he placed his hands behind his head pushing his hips up so he could sink more into the water couch. “nothing special but you’re fucking hot and I can’t wait anymore,” you paused to spit on his tip gently while pushing some curls behind your ears. “and I just know you’re good at selling as you’re good at fucking” you giggled while finally gripping his base. “I knew you were big, shit” you were already fantasizing about taking him deep and hard inside your cunt. “you knew?” coryo laughed again but his breath was getting ragged slightly.

you just didn’t respond, kitten licking his tip and collecting precum as you looked up at him. he bit his bottom lip harshly to just concentrate not to burst his cum all over your pretty glittery makeup and long lashes.

you kissed his length till the base then licking a long stripe back up till you swallowed half his cock allowing space with your tongue and cheek. you started to suck and lick and the moans he was making were pornographic.

after a while saliva was dripping down your chin mostly when you decided to deepthroat him with a fluid movement making the water couch sway gently. “ah fuck bunny, you’re so fucking good” coryo moaned, lust clouding his blue eyes as he gripped your curls to buck into your throat just two times just to hear you gag shamelessly around his cock.

you smiled through teary lashes and bubbles of saliva and lifted your head to just suck at his tip harshly.

“shit- I’m gonna come bunny” coryo announced as you jerked off the rest of his cock while concentrating on the tip. at his words you pulled away standing up and his angry cock just leaned against his tummy as he bucked into air. “are you completely mad you fucking slut?” he said impulsively, the ruined orgasm hitting something into his mind profoundly.

you just smirked while slipping off your crop top and miniskirt. “what did you just call me coryo?” you asked while undoing your bra and slipping off your soaked pink panties. his mouth was slightly agape at your naked body, eyes obsessed. “I said you’re a whore, a slut” he said slowly and challengingly, lips mimicking each final letter. “oh yeah? let this slut show you how much of a whore she is.” you walked on the couch standing above him both of your feet planted on each side of his legs making the water couch giggle.

he was completely transfixed as you opened your legs leaning one of your knees on the headset of the couch. you grabbed his head from behind pushing his mouth on your dripping core.

coryo thought about cumming just from that, just from the smell of your juices and the taste of it.

it was so intense, his tongue lapping at your folds once in a while stopping to suck on your lips or clit while humming. his big hands gripped your ass squishing the plush meat here to push his face further into you.

you were a complete mess as you scratched his head and moaned shamelessly and loudly, hips bucking as you trusted him keeping you up to not let you fall.

“fuck coryo! fuck I’m coming!” you chanted as you gripped his head, legs quivering as your juices splashed into his face. coryo felt on cloud nine as he gripped your hips to not let you fall as he lapped at your juice like the starving dog he was. dying by suffocation from your pussy seemed the only best thing he could think of at the moment.

you came down from your high slipping down as you sat on his lap, grabbing his neck to kiss him sloppily to taste yourself in his mouth. you sucked his tongue, licked the roof of his mouth and even licked his teeth while he playfully rubbed your clit. “mh! I’m sensitive-“ you lamented while pushing his hand away, your lips glistening with his saliva. “I need you inside now coryo” you gently kissed his jawline and neck while rubbing your pussy onto his still angry cock. “your wish is my demand bunny but you’re not gonna come again sooner or later” as he said so with his low voice he pushed his cock inside of your thigh pussy helping himself with his fingers and you laughed a moan while arching and sitting fully on his hard member. he immediately hit your cervix so good you felt helpless.

it was the most passionate and sloppiest sex of your entire life. you rode him like your entire existence depended on it, you knees sunk into the water couch as you bounced on his cock helped by the gentle waves. his hands were placed right on top of your ribs as your hips were too quick to control anyways. you pushed your head so hard against his that your noses squished together as your forehead and your moans and shouts tangled together. both mouths opened, eyebrows furrowed.

coryo didn’t even remember his name anymore when you clenched hard around him signaling somehow that you were close. “stupid bunny thought she could come yeah?” he murmured around a moan as he gripped hard your ass to stop your intense riding. “what the fuck coryo? don’t stop please, fuck!” you lamented but when he pushed your back into the couch your eyes rolled in the back of your skull. coryo fucked into you helplessly, his orgasm close. your back arched and he massaged your breasts cupping them harshly. “shit fuck! I’m coming” he moaned, eyes fluttering close for a minute. to make you pay he pulled out, cum splashing on your tummy and even on your breasts from the intensity of it and you cried out loud from the loss of his cock inside of you. you even laughed a bit through cries because of where his cum landed but then you gripped his ear angrily. “make me come coryo, make me fucking come” she arched rubbing her pussy against his worked out cock. coryo panted a laugh and gripped your jaw with his hand tightly before leaning over to bit and pull your lower lip. he massaged your clit with all of his hand opened while looking at you. “look at your fucked out face, you’re completely drunk on my cock” he laughed again mischievously just to degrade you. he rubbed your entire pussy quickly, slapping your clit once in a while. “now you’re gonna come and admit that only my cock can make you this fucked up mh?” you nodded, eyes rolling once in a while. “yes, yes coryo, only you, only want your cock” he chuckled again while his hand kept going. “that’s what I wanted to hear bunny” at his last words you came, the orgasm making your entire skeleton tremble in pure bliss. you cried his name with your mouth wide open.

when you calmed down a bit he was just caressing your thighs while admiring your body painted with his cum and you smiled while stretching out a bit. “next time you’re gonna come inside coryo” you said it so naturally with a small smile and a yawn and coryo playfully slapped your sensitive clit with two fingers making you whine a bit. “I'm looking forward to the next time in like, 10 minutes, bunny.”

[serahlink]

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Reblogs are greatly appreciated!

Making a new post since we're in desperate need of help again and I have some newer examples for my commissions.

My name is Link and I'm opening emergency commissions since about November 2021, my family (father, younger sibling and I) have been homeless and living out of a motel. Since it's been hard for us to get jobs due to the lack of documents/ability to apply for them and no outside help from friends or family, I've had to take on supporting us myself through commissions up until we can finally bridge that gap. We're close, but we still need help until something changes.

Right now, paying has become a lot harder since work has gone down significantly and bumping my posts hasn't done much to help us. Since we rely on my income, it's a toss up on whether or not we can or can't stay here. The motel we're at does give extensions but as soon as the three day mark is met, we'd have to leave. We're reaching that point again now and need 125$ to cover for tonight, so here I am :")

Anyway, as an artist I usually draw stuff centered around fantasy/DnD like Dragon Age, Baldurs, Skyrim or just ocs surrounding dwarves, elves, tieflings or any of that sort. Since I'm a bioware guy I also have drawn some mass effect characters as well (my shep mainly) But, I definitely can draw other things as well like furries, regular portraits or OCS, and other fandoms! If you're unsure about something, feel free to ask :)

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[lolahauri]

It's 3:29 am I can't sleep, all I can think about is Shane getting sick of Little Miss Braty Haley, skipping the Saloon, and hate fucking her in her bed before Emily comes home...

I thought you could run with this maybe

omg 5:30 am as im posting this and i can't sleep either babe 😭 love this idea though... brat tamer shane and bratty haley 😏!? hehe

side note: i listened to "i'm yours" by isabel larosa on repeat while i wrote this, i recommend doing that HEAVYILY. it fits the vibe perfectly!!!!

-> 1.1k Words, F/M, Sexting, Teasing, Angry Sex, Light Brat Taming, Dirty Talk, Age Gap, 20's/35, FWB <- (MDNI)

it was supposed to be a one time thing, him and haley. just a quick fuck that somehow happened when he went to bring emily some cloth, only to find it was just haley home.

but as much as he tried to resist her, one time turned into 2. then 4. then 8 times. then... he lost count at that point. but he felt weird about it all. she was just so young, so beautiful, so much better than him.

not to mention he was friends with her older sister. the sister he saw every night at the saloon, the sister he was paired with every flower dance. it was awkward to say the least.

but after months of dragging it on, he finally cut her loose. he did what he thought was best for everyone. he didn't want to corrupt this bright, young woman with his issues. he wanted to be able to look emily in the eyes again without feeling embarrassed.

~

it'd been a month since he cut her off. he was honestly surprised with his will power. he ignored every call, every dirty message, every suggestive photo.

but one night, he just couldn't fucking resist anymore. he was used to haley being a needy, bratty, little bitch. but that night she really upped her game.

he was at the saloon like usual, not long after emily had clocked in, when his phone started dinging like crazy.

he grunted to himself before taking it out of his pocket, "buh... who the hell is bothering me at this time of night?"

he nearly choked on his beer when he clicked the newest notification before looking closely. it was haley, in all her nude glory. his eyes were wide as dinner plates as he scrolled up to the first message of the night.

heyy shaneypoo - 9:50 pm

need you tonight xo - 9:56 pm

pleasee??? getting desperate here - 10:14 pm

you can't ignore me forever! - 10:23 pm

fine. maybe this will change your mind - 10:36 pm

what followed were a wide range of nudes and videos. starting with her in some sky-blue lingerie, and ending with a muted video of her rubbing her clit with spit-covered fingers.

the look on shane's face would've made a bystander think he just got news of his beloved chickens dying. eyes wide, red face, sweat beginning to collect. he had enough. he had to see her now, there was no point in trying to resist it anymore. he needed her just as much as she needed him, and he hated to admit that to himself.

so he slammed down his tab and left with his head down, leaving an extra 500 gold to be tipped to emily...

it was pouring down rain as he jogged to haley's house, leaving him soaked by the time he entered the front door. but he didn't care right now, the clothes wouldn't be staying on long anyways.

as he walked into her room, she was ready for him. hand still between her legs, skin glistening with sweat, panting and whining. she's so pretty it hurts.

his heart thumped in his chest at the sight. shit, he really missed this. but he wasn't going to be soft right now, she needs to be punished and fucked like the slut she is.

"shane..." her eyes were half-lidded as she spoke. her voice weak and needy.

"don't- say another word. get on all fours." he demanded, undoing his belt as fast as possible and walking to the edge of her bed.

once they were in position, he wasted absolutely no time. one of his large hands planted itself on haley's heart-shaped ass, as the other grabbed a fistful of her golden hair.

he slipped his thick cock inside her easily, her wetness completely eliminating any resistance. they both gasped at the intrusion. he really hated how much he missed this, how much he missed her.

he started fucking her at a ruthless pace, being completely selfish and focusing on his own pleasure the most. the room was now being filled to the brim with their lewd noises. all the moans, screams, headboard slamming, and sounds of skin slapping together was already bringing him dangerously close to the edge. he was going to try and hold out as long as possible, though.

he yanked her head back by her hair and knelt down to her ear, whispering dirty phrases that he knew would go straight to her core.

"god damn, you feel so fuckin' good." his free hand slapped her ass cheek, before kneading it roughly. "you know how hard it is to not pump my fucking load into you right now? you're like a fucking demon."

her cunt clenched hard around him after hearing his obscene words, squeezing so tight it was like she wanted to keep him trapped inside. shane groaned at the feeling of her pretty little hole fluttering around him.

he soon picked up the pace dramatically, giving fast, shallow thrusts. the bed was creaking in sync with the slamming of the headboard against the wall. he gave her plump ass a few more slaps, leaving a big red handprint that would surely be sore tomorrow. he knew she'd like that though. she loved being able to see and feel the aftermath of their late-night visits the next day.

shane removed his hand from her hair and pressed it between her shoulder blades, pining her chest and face to the mattress. he could feel his climax building quickly. he couldn't hold back any more, as much as he'd like to. it was all too much. he needed to fill her, claim her.

he grunted out his words, needing to hear her answer before allowing himself his release. "tell me who owns this fucking cunt."

"you- you, shane!" she was sobbing as she felt herself unravel around him. "you own me!"

"fuck!" he threw his head back as his came inside her, both of them moaning and cursing at the feeling. he fucked into her a few more times before pulling out completely, watching as his fluids poured from her pretty pussy and onto the sheets of her bed.

they both were breathing heavily as he got off the bed, letting her finally roll over and collapse onto her back. once he was finally dressed and leaving her room, he turned back and spoke to her one more time.

"i'll be back tomorrow, but this time, don't take the lingerie off. got it?" she just smiled and giggled in return, leaving him with butterflies.

what has he gotten himself into?

[thatonebirdwrites]

I feel like this chapter isn't up to my usual caliber. I usually use more immersive details, but I just have been so ill that editing and cleaning this up for posting has taken up more energy than expected.

One more chapter to end Act 2, and then we're in Act 3.

EXCERPT:

Lena wakes to the scent of coffee brewing. She stretches in bed, not wanting to leave its warmth and the smell of Kara on the pillow she hugged. Humming echoes in harmony with the taps of a spatula and an almost purring noise that undercut it all. Intrigued, Lena slips out of bed, grabs her robe, and walks into Kara’s kitchen. 

Kara stands at the stove making pancakes again, and the purring is definitely from her. It’s not the first time she’s heard the deeper tones in Kara’s humming, but it’s almost like throat singing and yet not at the same time. 

She’s not entirely sure how to ask Kara about it or if it is rude, but she’s curious about their anatomical differences, not just from a scientific standpoint but also because she wants to map those differences with her hands and tongue. Which is a bit too heated a thought for a soon to be busy day.

After a cold shower, she walks into the kitchen, kisses Kara's cheek, and takes Kara’s offered plate. “So what is your plans for today?”

Kara sighs and pours the syrup until her plate is basically pancake soup with syrup as the broth. “Nia and I are checking on our contacts in San Jose Barrio, and we’re trying to get a more accurate number of afflicted. Nia says her roommate isn’t feeling well, and most of her drag friends are also ill. So it’s hitting humans now too.” 

Lena frowns. “It’s spreading faster than we thought. Do you know how many in total affected? I will check the clinics today with Sam, and I'll see if I can drum up a solution with Florence in our lesson.” She uses her portal watch for the hour lesson, timed for eight am so it's two pm for Florence. Just in time to help tend the garden before the magic drills. 

Kara shakes her head. “They don’t trust me yet, so I can't get accurate numbers. Supergirl hasn’t earned back the trust of the alien community, and as Kara Danvers, I’m too close to Supergirl.” She grumbles and takes a large bite of her soupy concoction. Syrup drips off her fork to splatter over the top of the second pancake.

“What if you go as your alien self?” Lena takes a small bite.

“That could expose me?” Kara tilts her head.

“No, I mean.” Lena cuts another piece of her pancake and arranges her thoughts in a more coherent manner. “Kara Danvers is human to them. But a reporter than is an alien? Nia’s half-alien, and they trust her.” 

“But I can’t say I’m alien as Danvers—”

“Hey,” Lena reaches over to gently lay her hand over Kara’s restless fingers, “I understand, okay? That needs to stay a secret. Be strategic on who you talk to, don’t name where exactly you’re from, maybe avoid your last name. I can do a glamour charm to make your face harder to remember.” 

Kara raises her eyebrows. “Huh. Well, that's an idea. Glamour?”

“What Florence calls illusions. She’s having me read an old tome about various magical styles, so I can derive their origins.” She slices into her second pancake with the edge of her fork. “Since, as she put it, ‘Yuh too curious for yer own good. So here, be safe about it.’” Lena mimics the accent with a roll of her eyes. “I’m simply trying to be accurate. There must be rules governing all this.”

“It’s magic, Lena. And can you really do a spell like that?” Kara’s eyes shine with wonder. 

“It can’t be that hard.” Lena wipes her hands on her napkin, stands, and picks up the book from the coffee table. It’s a thick tome with a brown cover with leave etchings on it. She flips through the yellow-stained pages, until she finds the right one. She taps the page. “Ingredients rather simple. Will need to enchant an item near your face. Scarf and hat best. I don’t recommend glasses since you use that for your human self. This needs to be an item you don’t associate with Kara Danvers.” She reads through the incantation, which is a mixture of Irish with the last line in Latin. 

[an0nfr0mth3d3n]

QSMP Zombie AU: Indoor Recess

(For as much work as I put in to make dialogue sound accurate to streamers, it’s gonna be hard for me to do that for everyone, especially some of the eggs. Chayanne here is technically ooc because he wouldn’t be as scared but more protective, but for the sake of this AU I’m gonna make the kids act more like kids in a real zombie apocalypse. So my apologies if some of them seem a little less irony poisoned or brave. Later on I’ll try to make the personalities shine.)

Phil scrolled mindlessly down the page of his unread emails. Bratty parents, board meetings, apologies for burning dinner from his husband, the occasional spam, none of it motivated him enough to actually get any work done.

His eyes drifted lazily to the digital clock mounted on the wall. 3:35 PM. Around 25 minutes more and he could pack up early, maybe go home to some nice warm hard-to-mess-up dinner and some sweet family time. Thank fuck it was Friday, he wasn’t sure if he could stare at one more random complaint without going batshit crazy.

The pounding of running feet in the hallway broke through the silence of the room. Phil groaned and stood up from his chair, getting ready to berate some trouble making kid.

He never got the chance as his door crashed open wide, a breathless Chayanne on the other side.

“Dad. There’s. There’s someone.” Chayanne gasped out in between puffs for air.

Phil walked forward, squatting down to the boy’s height. “Easy mate, take some breaths for fucks sake, you’re gonna fuckin’ pass out in here if you don’t breathe!” Phil laughed at the situation, secretly relieved at the break from his monotonous work.

Chayanne didn’t seem to find it funny, and actually seemed to be…

…genuinely scared?

His laugh petered out as his expression grew more worried. “Chayanne. Is everything okay?”

“Dad there’s a sick man stuck on the playground on the climbing bars and he looks hurt but also really scary and dangerous and I don’t know what to do can you please help please there’s blood and and-“

Firm hands settled on Chayanne’s shoulders, and steely blue eyes filled with seriousness met the teary gaze of the terrified child.

“Show me.”

A shaking hand pointed out the window, and Philza followed it, grabbing the rod that controlled the blinds as well.

Phil scanned the playground, searching for the man that Chayanne had described. The colorful structures were completely absent of movement, and even the climbing bars that Chayanne had mentioned were completely vacant.

No, not completely.

A single, muddied shoe lay sideways on the ground. It was large, too large to have belonged to one of the students, and was covered in mud and….hopefully not blood.

His heart began to beat faster, and he could feel his pulse hammer in his ears. Looking closer at the climbing bars, it was clear that something had happened there. The woodchips were scattered around and upturned, even dirt was shown in some places where the scuff marks got too deep. That also could not have been one of the students, because it was a school rule that kids were not allowed to drag their feet through the woodchips for whatever reason.

Other than that however, the coast seemed to be rather clear-

A bloodied hand slapped against the window.

Phil reared back, clutching his mouth to silence the scream that threatened to tear through his chest. Chayanne wasn’t as cautious though, and a startled yelp came from the child.

The hand twisted around on the smooth glass, dirty fingernails scrabbling on the smooth surface, clambering for purchase on the glass, slowly the ready of the body raised up, the…man must have fallen near the window just out of sight.

Phil lunged for the window, snapping the plastic lock into place and twisting the blinds, immediately darkening the room. He could hear Chayanne whimpering from behind him as he stumbled back.

“Fuck. Shit. What the fuck. Okay. Chayanne run back to Fit and tell him to get you guys into the gymnasium right the fuck now. I’ll get the rest of the teachers here and call the police. It’s gonna be okay, it’s just some…drunk, okay? Okay go go go.”

Chayanne bolted out the door, and Phil reached for the intercom.

//ATTENTION EVERYONE IN THE BUILDING, PLEASE HEAD TO THE GYMNASIUM RIGHT NOW, THIS IS AN EMERGENCY. MR. HALO PLEASE COME TO MY OFFICE, AND BRING YOUR FIREARM, I KNOW YOU FUCKING HAVE ONE. THANK YOU.\\

The scrabbling at the window stopped.

Phil cursed under his breath, lifting the intercom one more time.

//MS. MOUSE AND MR. UNDERSCORE PLEASE LOCK UP THE BUILDING AS FAST AS YOU CAN AND PUT THE BOOTS IN.\\

Phil clicked off the intercom, and reached for the landline, eyes glued to the blinded window. There was a dark silhouette blocking out the little light from the cloud obscured sun, but it was moving away from the window, and he wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not.

The landline rang in his hand. Once. Twice. Thrice. Four times. Five-

“Heyyy you’ve reached the Quesadilla Island Police Department, this is Sheriff Foolish speakin’, guess we’re busy so too bad for you I guess. Better luck next time bucko!”

Phil cursed again, running a hand through his hair, sweat starting to form under his striped hat. This didn’t leave them with much options but to wait it out and hope the man sobered up….if that was really all there was to it. He had no idea what drugs or substances that man was on, but it was best to be safe than sorry, and something…didn’t feel right here.

He could hear the heavy footsteps of Mr. Halo approaching as he snuck a look at the blinds again, the dim light now unmarred by any mysterious figure behind them.

Call it intuition, instinct, or just a hunch, but Philza Minecraft had a sneaking suspicion that this strange man wouldn’t be the end of his troubles today…

[cjshereig]

~ More than anything ~

Stalker!2012 Donatello x Willing/eager!Female reader.

Not proofread. Im so sorry-

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You're walking home at night, getting home from a party your friend was holding at her place. You check your phone for notifications, your friend had held onto it so you could 'distance yourself' and 'live a little'. Whatever. Who needs to live when I have all the people I actually care about right on one screen! Instead you spent 5 hours at a party with many couples surrounding you. Making out, groping eachother. They should get a room, gosh. You see many texts from your best friend, Donnie.

Donnie<3: Y/N where are you? 9:12 PM

Donnie<3: I went by your house and you weren't there 9:34 PM

Donnie<3: Im worried sick about you 9:46 PM

Donnie<3: Please just respond 10:27 PM

Donnie<3: Please don't ignore me 10:35 PM

Donnie<3: Dont make me use the tracker I put into the T-Phone! 11:52 PM

Donnie<3: A party? Really? You know how dangerous those are. Especially for someone as pretty as you so late at night! 1:49 AM

You'd forgotten about the tracker, but how he knew it was a party confused you a bit. Nobody had told him about it and you didn't see him there. Whatever. You feel so bad for him. Such a poor anxious innocent soul. You shoot him a quick text to attempt to ease his mind.

Y/N<3: Donnie, im so sorry. I meant to text before I left but I forgot. I promise to text next time. Sorry, D. 2:03 AM

You get an immediate reply

Donnie<3: Star, you had me worried out of my mind! 2:03 AM

Y/N<3: I knowwwww. Im sorry. I swear on everything I am ill try to pay attention more 2:04 AM

Donnie<3: Good. Get back to the lair. You need sleep. I'll grab us snacks.

You smile down at your T-phone. He'd always been so considerate. Especially towards you. He'd always know where you are, who you're with and what you're doing. Just to keep you out of trouble of course. You'd always been so trusting of others.

You walk to the lair. You look around you to check if anyone sees you. You see a familiar set of white glowing eyes. You ignore it, figuring he's just out on patrol. Opening the manhole cover and hopping down, you make your way towards the lair. You arrive and all of the boys greet you. Mikey gives you a big hug and you pat him on the shell. Leo and Raph are busy training or doing something along those likes, you never really cared to ask. You walk too the lab and Donnie is waiting at the door for you. Wasn't he just- nevermind. It was probably just your imagination. He hugs you and rubs your back, murmuring against your hair about how much he'd missed you.

"Its been way to long, sunshine" He says, breathing in the scent of your shampoo. You look up at him with an eyebrow sarcastically raised. "Donnie, I saw you yesterday" He replies with a smile "Yeah, thats what I said. Too long" *you roll your eyes. He lets go of the hug after a solid minute. He does the usual. Shows you everything in his lab. Every new invention or project. Or just random small things he'd been tinkering with to pass spare time. He pulls out a small box from a drawer in his desk. "I hope you like it. I spent days on this" You take the small box into your hands and open it. Its a necklace with a few charms and a locket. You notice how its not metal that would make your skin turn green from wearing it too long. He spent time and actual money into this. You open the locket and see a picture of the two of you that Donnie had taken about a year ago. In it, you were asleep on the couch, my head leaned against donnies shoulder. There are a few charms. A purple turtle and two hearts. One a simple love heart and the second a realistic human heart. Both out of Sterling silver. You look up at him with a wide smile. "Donnie... I don't know what to say. Its lovely" He gently puts it around your neck. He smiles as he sees the colors of the metal against your skin. Though, the picture in the locket. You don't remember him going to your house. Like, literally ever. You always went to the lair. So how did he get that photo? You're sure whatever the answer is, it is perfectly rational. You had most likely just forgotten. He continues to ask you questions about the party. Like who you were with, what you were doing, what you drank. He knew all of this already but he couldn't have you know this though. He was just kind, sweet Donnie. He'd never do something as demented as to stalk his best friend. At least, thats what he believed you thought. In reality you knew the whole time. You knew he was around. Even when you couldn't see or hear him, you could feel him around. The thickness of the air, the soft scent of his cologne that according to his brothers, he only started buying after he'd met you.And you absolutely adored it, you loved it more than anything. The attention, but only because it was from him, little did he know, you we're just as obsessed with him as he was of you. This could go so many ways, who knows where this deranged dynamic duo will go.

[piercethegyos]

I wanna be yours (pt.3)

Ellie x overachiever/artsy!reader [modern au]

Summary: You and Ellie always seem to have “hated” each other, until one day you realize that may not be the case.

[rivals to lovers trope]

More closeness/romance happens in this part compared to the other parts

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4

skimmed over, not completely proof read

It’s Saturday morning. You wake up still feeling a little tired but still feeling rested nonetheless.

You rub the tiredness out of your eyes and get up to get ready. You had made plans to meet with Ellie today.

Usually you’d find this terrible and a waste of time, but yesterday proved that you could tolerate Ellie to some extent.

You check the time on your phone and it’s 12:35 AM.

You have to go to Ellie’s house at around 3 - ish like she said yesterday.

You brush your teeth, do your normal routine, etc. then you go downstairs and make some food for yourself.

You really needed to hurry though.

You usually take an hour or so to eat and then you take about an hour to get ready.

As you cook your food you check the time, it’s already 1:20 PM. You realize how fast the time has passed and you finish cooking. You quickly start eating and by the time you’re done eating you see that the time is now 2:00PM.

You rush upstairs to your room and find something to wear. You didn’t choose anything fancy obviously because it wasn’t a date or anything. You guys were just gonna be painting, so you chose something that you knew would get covered in paint.

After you get dressed the time is now 2:34 PM. The fact that the time passed by so quickly is just so shocking to you. So you grab your phone and rush downstairs to leave.

When you go outside you realize that it seems to be raining.

You sigh before grabbing an umbrella and leaving the porch of your house. With each step you take, the rain seems to be getting heavier and heavier. You start running to Ellie’s house, hoping you can get there without getting soaked in rain.

You finally make it to Ellie’s house and start ringing the doorbell to get her attention.

When the door opened you didn’t see Ellie, but instead you saw the man you had seen the first time you visited.

“Hi!” You say to him while smiling.

He smiles back before letting you in.

He calls for Ellie and then you see Ellie rushing downstairs to see why he called.

“What?!” She yells back, but then she sees you.

“Oh! Y/N! Did you really walk in the rain?” She asks while laughing, obviously knowing the answer.

You roll your eyes, take your shoes off and place your umbrella down.

“Ellie, why didn’t you tell me someone was coming over today?” The man in front of you asks Ellie as Ellie finally gets off the stairs.

“I forgot to tell you, sorry ‘bout that Joel” she says with a big smile on her face.

You assume the name of the man is Joel.

Suddenly Ellie grabs your hand and brings you to the garage.

“Oh, by the way, here’s your bag” she says while she throws your bag towards you. You weren’t paying attention so instead of you catching it, it just hit you and fell on the cold garage floor.

You look at her with an annoyed glare before picking it up and checking that everything you have is still in it. You put it back on the floor and then you tie your hair up, getting ready to paint.

You go to the disorganized bucket of paint bottles that Ellie has and search for the colours you needed. You pick up a palette and start mixing the paints together.

[2 hours of painting later]

You and Ellie have been speaking back and forth.

“Ugh.. so exhausted..” you complain under your breathe.

Ellie looks at you at laughs.

“Then how about we take a break? We’ve been painting for like two hours straight” she says as she chuckles.

You nod quickly in agreement.

“I’d love that, my hands are sore…” you whine.

“Come on, let’s go eat something, maybe I can cook something” Ellie tells you as she leaves the garage. You follow her to the kitchen.

You spot Joel in the living room, he seems to be sleeping on the couch.

As Ellie brings you into the kitchen, she starts asking you for what you want to eat. You think about it for a second, and then tell her exactly what you want to eat. She nods and turns on the stove, preparing to cook.

As you watch her cook you start thinking to yourself about how weird this feels for you. You’d never imagine that you’d be spending a weekend with Ellie, ever. Yet here you are, at Ellie’s house, in her kitchen.

You don’t want to admit it, but you can feel yourself slightly warming up to her. Of course it’s too early to tell because you’ve spent only like a week together, but you feel yourself resenting her less and less each time you hang out.

Ellie feels you stare at her and she turns around, she smiles at you before continuing to cook. You feel slightly embarrassed when you realize she caught you staring at her. It’s not like you had any weird intentions, but you still felt embarrassed at the fact she caught you staring.

But when this happened, it made you think of a question.

“Hey, Ellie?” You ask her to get her attention.

She looks at you and stops cooking for a moment.

“Why do you always stare at me in class and stuff?” You ask her while she turns around to continue cooking.

“I just zone out a lot, and end up zoning out while I’m lookin’ at you” she replies, not looking at you.

You believe her, but you feel a small part of you feel like she’s lying. But this feeling gets quickly ignored as Ellie suddenly burns herself.

You go to her and quickly grab her hand to run it over cold water.

Ellie looks at you with a blank expression, she didn’t expect you to do this considering you’ve always seemed to have resented her.

“You ok, Ellie?” You ask her.

She nods “don’t worry about me” she says as she goes to the fridge to get an icepack for her hand.

“The food’s done, go eat some” she says to you as you nod.

“Are you sure you’re ok though? It wasn’t a bad burn or anything was it?” You ask her as you sit down.

Ellie nods “yeah, don’t worry, it was a slight burn. Nothing too bad”.

Ellie grabs plates for the two of you.

She puts them down and puts the food on the plates.

You guys both eat together, having a great time.

[1 hour later]

You go home after having some early dinner at Ellie’s house.

As you get home you keep thinking about how weird it is that you’ve warmed up to Ellie so quick. You’ve resented her for so long, so what changed? Why are you warming up to her to quick?

You try to ignore these thoughts, not wanting to think about it too much. You grab a savage starlight comic to read, something that you remembered Ellie enjoys. She told you how much she loves these comics when you guys went out for lunch that one time.

Suddenly, you hear your ringtone go off, someone is calling you. You check your phone and see it’s Dina.

You answer right away after realizing you’ve barely spoken to her lately.

“Dina! I’m so sorry that we’ve barely talked…” You apologize to her as soon as you answer the phone.

“Y/n! It’s ok! I just called you because I just wanted to ask you about Ellie” she says teasingly.

“What’re you trying to imply, Dina” you say, pretending to be mad at her.

She laughs and says “just wondering how you and your girlfriend are doing”.

You feel your eyes widen.

“Did Ellie say anything to you or something?” You ask.

“No? Oh my god, why? Did you guys do something?” She asks while giggling like a little kid.

You roll your eyes and say “no! Oh my god no! I just thought that maybe she might’ve said that we did something even though we didn’t”

“Why did you assume I was talking about Ellie? Hmm??” Dina asks you, you can tell she’s smirking on the other end of the phone call.

You stay silent.

Why did you assume she was talking about Ellie?

Dina keeps laughing over the phone, it’s obvious that she’s doing this just to joke around with you.

You both just keep laughing over the phone for a couple of minutes before you hear someone knock on Dina’s door.

“Hold up, i’ll be right back” Dina says as she puts her phone down.

Couple minutes later she comes back and says that she needs to leave since Jesse and her are gonna go out for a movie night date.

“Oh! Ok! Bye Dina! Love you!” You say as you hang up the phone.

When you hung up the phone you were left alone with your thoughts. Why weren’t you more annoyed when Dina teased you about Ellie?

This all seems so weird to you.

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Next chapter more romance is gonna be included i swear, i don’t wanna rush the romance too much </3

Btw i edited this part like 20 times, took me so long to write this.

[usafphantom2]

F-35 To Get Meteor, SPEAR 3 Missiles “By End Of Decade”

The new weapons will provide an especially lethal combination with the F-35’s stealth and forthcoming upgraded sensors.

Thomas NewdickPUBLISHED Jan 22, 2024 12:57 PM EST

F-35 SPEAR METEOR

MBDA

The U.K. Ministry of Defense has confirmed that its F-35B stealth fighters will be armed with Meteor air-to-air missiles and SPEAR 3 precision-guided standoff munitions by the “end of the decade.” The new weapons promise to bring a major leap in capability for the F-35B, especially when combined with the enhancements that the Block 4 upgrade will provide, especially for the aircraft’s radar, which will make the Meteor even more formidable.

In response to a written question in the U.K. parliament, James Cartlidge, a Minister of State in the Ministry of Defense, confirmed the timeline to integrate the two weapons.

An F-35B, presented together with ASRAAM, SPEAR 3, and Meteor missiles, with a concept model for the next-generation Tempest stealth fighter seen on the far left. Crown Copyright

“The U.K. Lightning Force currently operates the Advanced Medium-Range Air-to-Air Missile (AMRAAM), the Advanced Short-Range Air-to-Air Missile (ASRAAM), and the Paveway IV precision-guided bomb. By the end of the decade, both Meteor and SPEAR 3 will also be integrated to U.K. F-35s.”

Previously, the government had said that the U.K. F-35B would be armed with Meteor by the “middle of this decade,” while a date of 2027 at the earliest had also been given in a government report dated February 2022. The latest statement doesn’t necessarily contradict that since it also includes the integration of SPEAR 3, which may take longer.

An F-35 carrying a pair of AIM-120 AMRAAMs in one of its two weapons bays. Crown Copyright

The introduction of the two new missiles on the F-35 has been in the works for some time now.

In 2019, Lockheed Martin received initial funding to start integration, although preliminary work was already underway by that point.

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In 2021, European missile house MBDA and BAE Systems announced they had secured additional funding from the British and Italian governments to complete the integration. The funding was thought to be worth around $400 million and covered both the short takeoff and vertical landing F-35B (as operated by the United Kingdom and Italy) and the conventional takeoff and landing F-35A (acquired by Italy, and many others, but not the United Kingdom).

Meteor, which is already in service on British Eurofighter Typhoons, and which completed operational testing and evaluation (OT&E) on Italian Eurofighters late last year, is a weapon that The War Zone has discussed in depth in the past.

A U.K. Royal Air Force Typhoon takes off, loaded with Meteor missiles below the fuselage. Crown Copyright

The beyond-visual-range air-to-air missile, or BVRAAM, is often named as the most capable weapon in its class. While that’s debatable, there’s no doubt that Meteor offers powerful capabilities, some of which are unique.

From the outset, Meteor was intended to better the range and overall kinematic performance of the AMRAAM. This is achieved primarily through its novel propulsion system, with a solid-fuel, variable-flow, ducted rocket (or ramjet). This means the missile can throttle its engine during different phases of flight, ensuring that it still has plenty of energy during its terminal attack — when traditional air-to-air missile motors are normally losing energy.

In this way, the missile’s ‘no-escape zone’ is dramatically increased, reducing the chance of the target being able to defeat the Meteor through high-energy maneuvering at the endgame of the engagement. This endgame could be played out at up to 130 miles away from its launching platform — range claims for Meteor differ widely and the actual figure is a closely guarded secret. An air-to-air missile's range is also highly dependent on a wide number of factors, including track of the target and the height and speed of the launch platform.

The ‘smart’ powerplant in the Meteor is combined with a two-way datalink, which supplements the missile’s active X-band radar seeker, providing the Meteor with inflight updates as it flies out to the target. However, the advantage of being able to throttle the motor means that the autopilot can provide the most efficient flight profile to the target for very long-range shots.

The then U.K. Secretary of State for Defense, Gavin Williamson (center), is shown a Meteor missile by MBDA staff at their factory. Crown Copyright

At the same time, the datalink can feed the missile with mid-course guidance updates from ‘third party’ sources, as well as the aircraft that launched it. These might include other fighters, airborne early warning and control (AEW&C) aircraft, or even sensors on land and at sea.

With its unrivaled suite of sensors, the F-35 is equipped as good, if not better, than perhaps any other fighter to provide targeting data to the Meteor, but the ability for the missile to receive mid-course updates from other sources means the launch aircraft might not even need to use its radar at all to engage the target. For a stealth aircraft like the F-35, this is especially important, allowing for an entirely passive engagement that maximizes the aircraft's stealth attributes.

An artist’s impression of an F-35 armed with SPEAR 3 and Meteor. MBDA

Furthermore, the two-way nature of the datalink means that the pilot that launched the Meteor will receive information on the missile’s fuel, energy, and tracking state, helping them decide on whether to fire another, disengage or even assign another target altogether.

While the AIM-120D AMRAAM that can arm the F-35 also offers a two-way datalink with third-party targeting capabilities, and many other advantages over older ‘Slammers,’ including significantly extended range, but it doesn’t have a ramjet motor and all the benefits that brings.

An AIM-120D-3 AMRAAM sits at Raytheon’s Tucson, Arizona plant. Raytheon

Clearly, Meteor can offer a fourth-generation fighter like the Typhoon a significant edge in air combat, but this will be magnified when it starts to be carried by a stealth fighter.

Essentially, the F-35’s combination of low radar cross-section, powerful integrated sensors, and advanced information systems will ensure that it can ‘see and not be seen,’ while Meteor will allow it to engage aerial targets at long range, taking out hostile aircraft long before they even know an enemy fighter is present. This will be of particular relevance in the kinds of highly contested airspace that will be expected in a potential future conflict with China, for example. That extra range is also important as advanced infrared search and track systems improve and proliferate.

At the same time, the future Block 4 version of the F-35 will be even better able to maximize the capabilities inherent in Meteor. Block 4 is a massive upgrade initiative and something that we have examined in the past. We know it will include a new multifunction active electronically scanned array (AESA) radar designated as AN/APG-85 as well as advanced electronic warfare capabilities. As for the radar, this is expected to be a Gallium Nitride (GaN)-based system, that should significantly boost radar range and resolution. Combined with Meteor, this will make the F-35 even more lethal, especially in long-range engagements of the type in which the missile excels.

An infographic showing future U.K. F-35 weapons, (1) ASRAAM, currently carried; (2) Meteor; (3) SPEAR 3. MBDA

It's worth noting that Meteor will be carried internally by the F-35, ensuring that it preserves its stealth characteristics. The downside is that the aircraft will only carry four Meteors internally in an air-to-air role, reduced to two when carrying offensive ordnance internally (e.g., two Meteors and eight SPEARs).

The F-35’s ability to carry only four internal AMRAAMs, at least in its current form, is something that is now being addressed under the U.S. Sidekick program, separate from Block 4, and which will allow the F-35A and F-35C to add another two of these missiles in its weapons bays. After all, whatever the capabilities of the air-to-air missile, pilots are likely going to want more of those weapons. It isn't clear if Sidekick will be able to accommodate Meteor, but it doesn't look like it will be available for the F-35B's smaller bays, regardless. External carriage could be a good option for some missions though, especially ones where the long reach of Meteor will provide enough capability to counter known threats without the need for maximum stealth.

While Meteor should help the F-35 achieve dominance in the air-to-air arena, the SPEAR 3 will bring significant advantages in air-to-ground/surface missions.

The United Kingdom already invested almost $700 million in SPEAR 3, with a contract announced in 2021, to arm its F-35Bs. The country has very high hopes for the weapon, with the Royal Air Force stating that it will “become the Lightning’s primary air-to-ground weapon … over the next decade.”

An artist’s impression showing SPEAR 3 deployed by a Typhoon and an F-35. MBDA

The SPEAR 3 (Selective Precision Effects At Range Capability 3) is a further development of the short-range Brimstone missile, with a turbojet engine and pop-out wings to ensure a range of more than 87 miles and a high subsonic speed.

SPEAR 3 is another weapon that we’ve examined in depth in the past. Suffice it to say, it’s intended to engage static and moving targets on land and at sea in all weather, day and night. This ability is conferred by its tri-mode seeker which offers radar, infrared, and laser homing. After reaching the target area under GPS and inertial navigation, SPEAR 3 can autonomously identify and prosecute targets, or target coordinates can be sent to the missile via datalink, exploiting the launch platform’s sensors or those of third parties. Once again, the advantages conferred by the F-35’s combination of sensors and stealth will provide a powerful adjunct to SPEAR 3.

Alternatively, SPEAR 3 can strike its target via laser guidance, which can be provided by an aircraft overhead the target area or by a suitably equipped team of soldiers on the ground nearby can designate it with a laser.

In many ways, SPEAR 3 has similarities with the U.S. GBU-53/B Small Diameter Bomb II, better known as StormBreaker, although the British weapon offers almost double the range and will reach its targets faster than the unpowered StormBreaker glide bomb.

An illustration of in-development and future weapons concepts from MBDA, including SPEAR-EW, SPEAR 3, and Meteor. MBDA

As well as its basic form, as a ‘mini cruise missile’ with an explosive payload, SPEAR 3 is also being developed with an electronic warfare payload with jammer and decoy functions. SPEAR-EW will be expected to work alongside the baseline weapon to help smash through enemy air defenses as well as to protect launching aircraft, and even other missiles, during especially hazardous missions like this.

The War Zone previously outlined one scenario in which the SPEAR-EW could be used:

“By pairing SPEAR 3s with SPEAR-EWs in a fully networked fashion, the mini-cruise missiles can work as a swarm to shatter critical parts of the enemy’s air defense network. For instance, SPEAR-EW could spoof or jam an enemy threat emitter while SPEAR 3s search for and destroy not just the emitter, but all the components of the SAM site arranged nearby.”

SPEAR-EW. MBDA

“SPEAR-EW could also provide electronic warfare screening on the fly for SPEAR 3s that are trying to make their way to a set of targets between the launch aircraft and the surface threat or threats. By detecting a pop-up threat on its own or via datalink from the launch aircraft, SPEAR-EW could act in real-time to suppress the threat so that the rest of the horde of missiles can make it to their target areas safely.”

Thanks to their turbojet engines, SPEAR 3 and SPEAR-EW can also throttle back and loiter over an area for extended periods. In this way, they could be launched preemptively into an area where mobile air defense systems might be expected, engaging them once they start producing their telltale radio-frequency emissions.

An artist’s impression showing an F-35 launching a quartet of SPEAR 3s. MBDA

As mentioned previously, the F-35B will be able to carry up to eight SPEARs, using a quadruple launcher in each of its two weapons bays, together with a pair of Meteors.

Harnessing the capabilities offered by Meteor and SPEAR 3 will require the F-35’s Block 4 upgrade, which the United Kingdom plans to retrofit across its entire Lightning fleet, as well as incorporate in examples of the aircraft acquired in the future.

Some of the unclassified upgrades within Block 4. The exact configuration has not been publicly disclosed. U.S. Department of Defense

While new weapons like these, and others, plus the new radar, are a fundamental part of Block 4, the upgrade will bring a lot more on top of these.

Not all Block 4 upgrades have been revealed in the public domain, but the enhancements will also address the Distributed Aperture System (DAS) and Electro-Optical Targeting System (EOTS).

Lockheed Martin

It’s also worth recalling that Block 4 relies upon a new suite of hardware and software, known as Technology Refresh-3 (TR-3), which modernizes the F-35’s core processor, memory unit, panoramic cockpit display system, and related avionics. TR-3 is being described as the F-35’s new ‘computer backbone,’ since it promises to provide 25 times more computing power than the existing TR-2 computing system, although its development path has not been entirely straightforward.

The War Zone has previously looked at delays with TR-3 and how that has left new F-35s being parked and not delivered after they are constructed, waiting for these features to be added.

For the United Kingdom in particular, there remain questions, too, about the number of F-35Bs it will buy.

A U.K. Royal Air Force F-35B Lightning aircraft prepares to land onboard HMS Queen Elizabeth. Crown Copyright Crown Copyright

As of May 1, this year, the United Kingdom had received 31 F-35Bs, one of which was lost in a takeoff mishap in the Mediterranean Sea in 2021 and which will be replaced in a future order. These 31 jets are part of an initial order for 48 aircraft, known as Tranche 1. The last of these are due to be handed over by the end of 2025.

The U.K. Ministry of Defense had long harbored an aspiration to field a fleet of 138 F-35Bs, although consistent budgetary concerns have led to an apparent rethink.

F-35B pilots fist bump on the flight deck of HMS Queen Elizabeth. Crown Copyright

To date, the U.K. Ministry of Defense has confirmed plans to place a Tranche 2 order for 27 F-35Bs, which will provide a total fleet size of 74 aircraft. As a recent Defense Committee report prepared for the House of Commons Committee states: “There remains ambiguity about plans for the F-35 fleet in terms of its eventual size, operational deployment, and attribution; and there are ongoing concerns about program costs and force growth rate.”

Whatever the number of U.K. F-35s eventually fielded, the introduction of Block 4, including the Meteor and SPEAR 3 weapons, will provide a whole new level of capabilities.

The U.K. Ministry of Defense has said that it remains open to the possibility of purchasing further F-35s beyond the 74 now specified, although a decision is not likely until around the middle of this decade.

Contact the author: thomas@thedrive.com

[blindrapture]

SATURDAY JULY 16TH, 2011 (Infinite Series)

9:59 AM Yawn. Alright, wakey-wakey! We’ve got a lotta work to do today.

10:00 AM Sleepville just got darker. What. The other sleepers are all standing up at once. “Go back to sleep.” …RUN

10:01 AM Their eyes are in REM, spinning so fast. But open. “Sleep forever.” oh god get in the raptor get in thE RAPTOR okay great oh god THAT’S PYRAMID HEAD WHAT THE FUCK RUN HIM OVER IT’S SWEEPING ITS THINGY OH GOD

10:03 AM it got a chunk of our hood we weren't going fast enough to run him over donnie's backing up okay let's just go around it then "No. I've got this…" oh god okay

10:04 AM still weren't going fast enough. Pyramid Head's taken our whole hood off. it's rearing up to hit us through the windshield donnie.… "I can do this. I can do this." she's trying one more time pyramid head is ready to strike us when we drive up to him… we need more speed than what we've been getting… and there are other sleepers coming up to our car… donnie, please… "In for a penny, in for a pound." she's reaching her leg up SLAM down on the gas pedal

10:05 AM CRUNCH we fucking knocked him over we hit another sleeper on the way and it lifted the front of the car up enough to really hit pyramid head in the chest and then donnie kept driving that crunch was either its spine or its... pyramid.. head and now we're off. We’re past Pyramid Head. u_u;; But where are we going? It’s just miles and miles of pillow hills out here!

10:10 AM Is it just me, or is the.. oh fuck. The blanket sky is lowering. DRIVE FASTER, DONNIE. D:

10:13 AM The blanket will hit us in a matter of minutes. And I don’t see any exit in sight.

10:14 AM …oh god. Behind us is Cthulhu. No, really. That’s Cthulhu. Look, it’s even got a giant nametag that reads “HELLO, MY NAME IS cthulhu.” It does take something away from the horror of the freaky tentacle mouth, but those eyes don't lie. Trying not to look at them.

10:15 AM ...actually, Cthulhu may be doing us a favor. He's a fuck-off big monster, he's gaining on us, yes yes, but, that blanket sky is gonna hit him first before it hits us. So if that sky's really some kind of threat, we're.. about to see...

10:18 AM The blanket hit Cthulhu, and now it’s wrapping itself around his entire body, forming a giant blanket cocoon. And now he falls over, either asleep or dead. The terms are probably synonymous here. There’s another blanket coming for us now. This one looks a good twenty minutes away.

10:23 AM Donnie really put her foot down. We’re not sure where we’re going, but we’re going fast.

10:27 AM WAVE OF FEAR WHAT A large wave of energy just flew over us. Now there’s no more blanket descending, no more eternal nighttime, no more crazy creatures being beckoned to sleep. We’re in a different rabbit hole now.

10:29 AM The sky here is morning blue. It looks like a sprawling mountain range. We’re on a tall mountain, driving on a cliffside road a long way up from the ocean below.

11:02 AM This place is absolutely gorgeous. Not a single other car in sight; it’s just us and miles of nature.

11:46 AM Donnie, you want more music? Okay. Here’s Rust in Peace. c:

12:30 PM ..whoa! Hold up. The road ahead is completely covered by rubble. We’re getting out of the car. Gotta stretch our legs anyway.

12:31 PM Yep, that’s rubble. Clearing the road would require a bulldozer or something. ..but god, just lookit that scenery. We must be a hundred-and-seventy-thousand miles above sea level.

12:32 PM We found a small cave nearby! Not really got anywhere else to go. We're taking the rifle out of the car and Do we have any flashlights? ...do we still have those suits? "I did try to bring them, but I think we lost one of them back in St. Louis. It was easier to keep track of them when we were able to drive, but we had to walk through there." Well, that's.. better than nothing. "Which one of us should take the suit?" You wear it. I can just look good in my hat. :3 "At least the helmet's torch still works…"

12:35 PM There’s a little brick house inside this cave. o_o Knock knock!

12:36 PM There’s a little green praying mantis man inside. Calls himself Polygamus. ..right! Hi, how you doing?

1:13 PM Polygamus invited us in for tea, and we’ve been having it and talking about stuff. He confirmed a detail we'd heard (but not enough of): This "Universe X" is called "Xanadu" by the natives. "I've been meeting travelers who look like you that seem to think this is an Empty City or something?" They looked like us? Like... humans? "They were the same species as you. Do you have some Empty City where you're from?" Uh! We literally have no idea what they were talking about. Frankly, I'm intrigued. he shrugged "I'm not. Who needs a city? Xanadu is everything. Xanadu is life to us. Xanadu is eternity. Do you want to know why we call it 'Xanadu?'" The. The universe? Do you need a reason for that? "There's an old myth, see, about the One who was Three who were Five who were Eight." The. The what? "He's a hero and a monster. My mother used to tell me about him to scare me, but she got it from her mother, and she got it from hers, all the way back to forever. In the older times they cared more about the stories, and I spent some of my life traveling around and reading all I could about the older stories." Right. sip "So, the story of the Name goes like this: The One was searching for the Infinite... and when he found it, he could no longer leave. And that's why it's called Xanadu."

(Attached: "Polygamus's telling is of a really poor quality, very abridged, though not actually that inaccurate. I've done my research too, and in fact I still have the books here in front of me. So here's, as I understand, a more authoritative source. The Story of the Name: The One, before He was All, was only a work of function. He tasked Himself with great adventures, each one adding Another to his Number. His first adventure made him One, and after his second adventure He was now Three. When His fourth adventure was complete, He knew with His Eight minds that He could not rest, that His adventures would never end. And so, when He set out on His fifth adventure, now as the Eight, He found the Infinite. He named it Xanadu, knowing He could no longer leave, knowing He could no longer die. The rest of His adventures took place here. And that is why His adventures are called the Infinite Series. ...and that's how it goes. Now, there are a lot of baffling things about the myth. Like, for one, that number sequence does not give us enough information from which to deduce an infinite series, but there are other stories elsewhere which make the series more clear, if no more interpretable. And, for another, it doesn't actually explain the logic to the name Xanadu. But that's because it's supposed to be the Story of the Name 'Infinite Series,' the ontology of the name of the myth itself. This just also happens to be the oldest source that mentions Xanadu's name. It is significant to me, at least. 'He found the Infinite. He named it Xanadu, knowing He could no longer leave, knowing He could no longer die.' That's all we get on the subject. It's tantalizing, isn't it? Who is He? Well, you'll have to keep reading for that one. But you know where he's hiding. Now you know to watch out for him.")

...but... wait, if it's called it because you can't leave, then. donnie "We've been able to leave. And everyone we meet who talks about this place can also leave." Polygamus is puzzled. "Well, maybe that part's just a metaphor?"

1:16 PM We told him about the apocalypse and the upcoming Rapture, and he said “Maybe it's got something to do with that?" I don't actually think he has any idea. "But if I know anything about Xanadu, that is, if the childhood stories that I grew up with have any truth to them, the scary ones? I'd bet that even if you manage to leave, you'd come out different. A shadow of your former self." donnie went "Huh." yeah, I don't think this guy has any idea, at all.

2:01 PM Alright, thanks for the tea and the lunch. It was nice to meet you. let's get the heck out of here donnie

2:10 PM …the rubble is gone. o___o Works for us!

2:15 PM It got storm-cloudy really quick. ..”storm-cloudy” is totally a word now.

2:18 PM Rain! …wait. The rain isn’t hitting us at all, or the road or anything. It’s just falling.

2:50 PM And faster. So fast now. o_o

3:13 PM …OH. The rain is hitting something— the ocean below! And it’s.. well, the ocean is rising! Fast! We’re gonna drown!

3:19 PM …and there’s a random jump ahead! Ramp, and everything! o_o

3:20 PM Donnie, I sure hope you know what you’re doing. Hell, I at least hope you were good at Mario Kart.

3:21 PM OH GOD AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

3:22 PM WHY ARE WE STILL FALLING WE’VE BEEN FALLING FOR A LONG TIME NOW

3:34 PM ….y’know, I think physics say we literally cannot survive after falling for this long. I’m sure some law states that. Maybe it’s Murphy’s Law. I dunno.

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Factory (1) The Raptor no longer works. We’ve been sitting in silent shock, because holy shit, we survived. I gotta say, journal. We’re badasses. I can hardly believe it. No air bags or anything! Or maybe the shift between rabbit hole worlds affects shit. Yeah, probably that one. …what was that shshsh

Factory (2) We hear very strange noises outside the dead Raptor. Neither of us can see anything when we look out the windows. But we can hear machinery of all sorts. Now we can even hear footsteps. We’re.. we’re gonna wait for the footsteps to pass first before we step outside. I mean, we can’t sit here forever. We have an adventure to undergo. can't sit here forever. gotta be brave.

Factory (3) The footsteps have passed. I’m.. I’m gonna go first. …OH HELLO HI ...YOU'RE NOT MOVING I'M GONNA WRITE, OKAY? So I stepped outside and and there are four grotesque men standing around the car. They look dead. Mangled. Crooked necks, like they were hung. But their eyes are moving. …HIIII. :D ohgod

Factory (4) Donnie came out. We’re ready to fight. …where’d they go. The monster men are gone. ..we’re.. okay.

Factory (5) The walls are not walls. They’re just shadow. The ground is all we see, a metal floor. Coupled with the distant sound of heavy machinery, and that’s why I say we’re in a factory. Door up ahead.

Factory (6) Yep, this is a factory. We’re in a large room now. Giant cog wheels around here, floating in mid-air, giant eye balls in the center of each. Factory machines drive around and lift giant crates filled with.. well, I don't know, but I hear screams coming from within. Maybe I'm not hearing it correctly? There's all kinds of noises here... yeah... Pipes pumping blood everywhere. Monster men standing completely still on walkways suspended in the middle of nothingness, all staring at us. Stray factory doors floating around. Where to first? >_>

Factory (7) This is a storage room, I can tell. Lots of shelves of crates and boxes. “Lots of” is an understatement; we’re in an eldritch factory, journal. Just take a guess at how many crates there are. It's, like. A big number.

Factory (8) We’re taking a look around. I can hear heavy breathing coming from some crates. Others sound more controlled, as if they’re in calm sleep. Donnie’s found a crate that seems to be making a crying noise. I hope she doesn’t open it, but I can’t say a word. I don’t want to. She's reaching for it. She looks like she has to know. It’s up to her at this rate. That’s what I’m afraid of.

Factory (9) We’re now in a room full of computers. They’re all Windows 95. I feel like someone else is in the room with us.

Factory (10) At the back of the computer room, there’s a door labelled “TEST SUBJECT 6.” Donnie found a computer with text on it. "Someone's pumping a lot of gas into that 6 room. It sounds like whatever was in there caused a lot of trouble and needed to be put to sleep." There's a porthole window on the door. Do we want to look in?

Factory (11) The room is a closet-sized cell. No one is in there. Dark stains are on the floor. But yeah, no one in there. "But." donnie's stepping back What? "Look, below the door. See the shadows? Something's on the other side of that door." Whoa. Okay. Maybe so. I didn't see anything in there, though? "What if it's pressed right up against the door? Waiting for someone to enter." ..I'm stepping away now too

Factory (12) What do we even think would be in there? Or in those boxes from earlier. Are we expecting, like. Humans? "Xanadu creatures? Things we've never even seen before, but in a frightened and tortured state…" dksfkf ...big rumble. sounded like a roar. didn't come from Subject 6. came from below. shook the whole room from far away. Donnie, I don't like being here. D: "This place must be filled with secrets. The secrets of the rabbit holes…" Yeah, well! You're the one who gets to wear the suit! "I am. And.. I'm gonna open that door. Come hide behind me." The. The door to subject 6? "Yeah. C'mon, we've got to see something. Who knows if we'll ever come this way again?" She steps over to the door. I'm not just behind her, I'm.. near the other side of the room. She's reaching over.

Factory (13) On the other side was the slender man. Slumped by the door. Donnie poked its head with her rifle, and it made no response. Turned its head over, saw it had no face. It's. Yeah, it's the slender man. "Someone.. captured the slender man?" Fuck. I hate this. Donnie, can we please leave? Find the next Door and.. keep moving? "This is so wrong. I don't understand. That computer seemed to be saying that subject 6 was captured months ago." looking at me "We've been seeing the slender man, though, out on Earth." Donnie... please... we can talk about it later. D: Maybe there's more than one slender man, I don't know! "More than one?" Like. Like the Rake! Please, let's.. get moving... I don't trust that thing to not get up. "Hm. Okay, okay. C'mon."

Factory (14) Following her through walkways. She's heading downstairs. The mangled men things are looking over at us but not doing anything more. More doors down here. On the wall, away from the railing that overlooks a great pit of shadow. Where the roar came from earlier. Donnie's found a door she wants to check.

Factory (15) This is a narrow hallway with many doors on either side. "We're bound to find a rabbit hole Door if we just keep trying." I get the logic. I don't disagree with it. I just really hate the atmosphere of this place. ._.;; "We can start with the doors that have portholes on them. Look through the windows, see if any take us to a place that doesn't belong."

Factory (16) These are all cells. Like the slender man's. Ball of flesh in that one. Statue of a man with a cane? Hands coming out of the walls, reaching for a waterlogged woman with long stringy hair, eyes closed but facing the window. A man-sized spinning top? Perpetually rotating. Seems lit from all sides, but I'm not seeing any light sources. ..daddy long-legs. hanging from the ceiling. ugh. hate those legs.

Factory (17) That door wasn't there before. “EXIT.” It doesn’t look right. The door.

Factory (18) Large chamber. Shadows for walls. Door standing in the middle of the room, opens up to an airplane cabin. That's our way out.

Factory (19) Donnie's given the room a once-over. There's nothing, or no one, here. There is a piece of paper on the ground. Scrunched up. Doesn't look like it was left deliberately.

Factory (20) "Red sky, barbed wire around my thoughts. Life in prison. Cipher's ahead, a few Doors away. Someone's gotta do it. Tiresias said. Remember, Anna: Someone's gotta do it." … Donnie's heading for the Door. Okay, let's.. let's go.

10:10 PM Airplane. Flying. Empty seats. We're sitting together. Chose the middle seats. We do both like window seats, but, like, I'm not crazy about getting to watch alien worlds fly by right now. Maybe after we sleep. It's dark out there now anyway. I'm.. so glad to be out of that world. I do wonder about that Anna. But, like. There's a lot of Annas out there in the world. We'll. We'll talk things through later. We'll find the Cipher. We'll see things through. We're safe for now. sleep. let me sleep.

(Attached: “Yes, let’s let him sleep and dream of mills and sons; I have something on my mind. I’m thinking about parallels. Their significance in the grand cosmic scheme of things. I’m thinking about myself and Jordan, of course, but what’s puzzling me is a.. well. I’m thinking of the time the Devil and I, drifting through space, saw Omega waiting near a black hole. The Devil was possessing Omega’s previous body, so basically it was a meeting of two omega-symbol-faced dramatic bastards. -- Devil. -- Omega. -- We meet again. -- It’s been a long time. I backed away from the scene slowly. Thunder clapped, and rain fell from above us towards the black hole. Where was that rain coming from? Nothing felt right. -- You stole my body. -- I did. How are you still alive? -- You fool. You can’t put down the Omega. -- We’ll see about that. I heard an approaching anger shout my name. I gestured at the Devil; we didn’t have time for this. -- Where are you off to so quickly? -- Nowhere. He’s going to help my sister. I’m staying here to finish you off. I told them it was best not to stick around. There was a powerful storm approaching. In space. But then Omega threw the Devil a sword, and the two started their duel, so I left for the Sampo on my own, listening for the sound of an army of Camper behind me.”)

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Vent post:

I've worked at my current job for 3 months now. I've gone above and beyond for this job to the point where there's a review on Google about me for the shop. I've been early to work every day, I get everything done, and I help every single person that comes in no matter how long it takes. Tuesday, I couldn't find a ride to work for the first time. My boss told me she could get me a ride to work, but it would pull out of one of my checks (didn't tell me which one). So I said no to that if it pulled from my recent check. Around 5 pm, she called me and said she would be pulling from the next check, and I said thats fine. I'm ready to go to work. She then told me she removed me from the schedule for the rest of the week... I lost 4 days of work. I'm pissed. She sent me my schedule for this week, and instead of my usual 35-38 hours, she cut me down to 25.5 for this week. Angry doesn't even cover how I feel. I hate this job, and since I don't have a new one lined up yet, I can't just quit even tho my fiance told me he doesn't want me working there. I don't know what to do, but my mental health has taken a hit, and I just want to scream and cry. Just because I couldn't find one ride she fucked me over. And what's worse is now I can't find a ride to work for the rest of this week....so I'm gonna have to walk 30 plus minutes to work and home....just fuck everything. I want to give up....

[friendofbats]

“Fool” -- April 2023 Drabble Prompts

April Fools, everyone! I fooled you all into thinking I’d write my Day 1 prompt on Day 1, but I’ve actually written it on Day 2! Got you good. 

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(April 2023 Drabble Prompts) -- prompts created by @durotoswrites​ and moi :)

DAY 1 -- Fool

Maintaining a farm was hard yet fulfilling work. The chickens often pecked at Claire’s legs, the cows were stubborn and disobedient, and the crops sometimes grew misshapen or not at all. But in the end, the “fruits of her labor”, so to speak, remained consistent—bountiful harvests, fresh produce, and happy and healthy animals made all the hard work worth her efforts.

Fishing, however, was a different tale. Hours upon hours of sitting by the lake with her old wooden fishing rod often returned very little, aside from some small fish that would occasionally take pity on her. Unfortunately, upgrading her fishing rod required mining, an even less fruitful task, especially for all that backbreaking physical labor. And at 2:35 PM that afternoon, all Claire had received in return was a few stray black herbs and a shooting pain in her left temple.

But when she reached the fifteenth floor of the mines and cracked the first rock, she found it—gold! Endless gold, one after the other. Her hard work had finally paid off, and with a new bounce to her step, she scampered up the stairs and sprinted over to the smithy, minutes before closing.

“Wait!” Claire called out breathlessly as she barged into the store at 3:59 PM. She tossed her rucksack onto the wooden table with a heavy thonk! and unbuttoned the cover, unveiling the precious ores. “I’d like to upgrade to the gold fishing rod, please.”

Saibara’s stony-faced expression remained fixed on the bounty before him, but he did not inspect them. After a moment’s pause, he finally stated, “Young lady, I’m afraid I can’t do that.”

“Wh—what?” Anger and confusion coursed through her veins. She’d never taken Saibara to be the humorous sort, but surely this had to be some sort of practical joke. “Why not?”

“Because,” he began with a chuckle, picking up the ore closest to him and raising it up to eye level. “This is fool’s gold.”

[rikusempai]

Shit-- DAD!!!?!?

[Shifting series part 2]

A/N: some characters are aged up. I am also using an online Na’vi translator so my Na’vi might not be the best.

The village was buzzing with worry; some scared some confused, some everything in between. The kids ran into the village with the two humans in their arms. Jake called in Norm and Dr. Max Patel but they wouldn’t be flying in till tomorrow.

“Jake, these sky people. They might belong to the others!” Neytiri yelled at Jake in a hushed tone.

“I know, I know, but they’re just kids—“

“Just because they are kids—“

“I know, Neytiri.” Jake took her hands and held them tenderly. “We still need to be cautious, but those kids need our help.”

Neytiri, huffed. “Fine,” she then stormed off somewhere down the coastline. Jake tried calling after her but to no avail. He sighed and walked towards the hut where the two humans stayed.

He peaked through the curtains; the two humans were lying down, still unconscious, but being tended to by Lo’ak and Tsireya.

“Hey, are they doing okay?” Jake asked, crouching bedside his son whom was changing the cold rag on the blonds forehead.

“They are—“ Tsireya pressed her slender fingers on the small wrists of the humans, “alive.”

“Still not awake though,” Lo’ak sighed. Jake nodded his head.

“Well,” Jake stood back up. “Repot back to me if anything, and make sure to rest yourself.” He pointed to the both of them.

“Yes sir,” the kids spoke in unison.

3:35 PM

Cecilia’s eyes fluttered open in a blur; colours of brown, red, blue, green, flooded her vision. She blinked away the crust clouding her vision, now being able to examine her surroundings. A hut. She was in a hut of thick stretched hide and coloured straw-like material weaved all around her; it resembled a wave, slanted on all sides like fluid water would.

She sat up, taking in her full surroundings. A brown blanket covered her, and to say it was over sized, would be an understatement; it was triple her body size. A water jug sat beside her and a wet rag sloppy laid on her lap. Cecilia looked to her side and there slept her cousin, Riel.

“Where the hell are we,” she whispered. Next thing she heard was a thump. She whipped her head around and saw a straw basket filled with things slumped on the floor. She looked up and after turning her neck up all the way, she met the bright golden eyes of a person, thing, unknown to her.

“Shit-- Dad!?!” The tall humanoid thing ran away with urgency, Cecilia’s spine shot up in shock, the feeling of cold chills shivered up her spine. Before her mind could think, he body moved; she scrambled to her cousins side and tried to wake her. 

“Riel, Riel!” Cecilia yelled in a hushed tone. Riel didn’t move a muscle; she only moved like jello in her arms. Guess I’ll just have to drag you. Cecilia stands up shakily and gets a firm grip on Rheas boot and tries to drag the sleeping rock. Just before dying on the spot, only making as far as a corder of a meter, she froze in her spot. 

Tall people; extremely tall blue people at the foot of the hut staring at the girl in shock, other than the relatively ‘shorter’ one trying to hold in a laugh. 

Both parties exchanged a wave of worry, but instead of standing awkwardly like the blue people, Cecilia fainted but was quickly caught by the tallest. (Thank god this mans has long legs-- 10ft for nothing looking’ ass)

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Fun Things To Do in Medford Oregon

Medford, Oregon is a fun place to visit. It has great food, beautiful scenery, and plenty to do! I'm going to tell you about some of my favorite places in Medford so that when you come to visit you can have an awesome time too.

Vodka tasting at Crater Lake

Want to get a more sophisticated buzz? Some of the best vodkas in the country are made right here in Medford, Oregon. The vodka is distilled from potatoes and aged in barrels that were once used for bourbon or whiskey. A local family runs the distillery, and they produce their own spirits onsite. The business also has tasting rooms where you can sample any of their fine liquors—including gin, rum, and whiskey—to your heart’s content!

If you want to learn more about this process, check out one of these two cool events:

Vodka 101: A Tasting Class – $35 (2 hours)

Learn how vodka gets made by touring Crater Lake Distillery before taking part in an educational tasting session that will teach you how to identify different types of vodkas by taste alone (no glasses required). This class starts at 10 am every Saturday morning but spaces fill up quickly so be sure to book well ahead if you want to attend!

Go to the Medford Farmers Market.

The Medford Farmers Market is a market where you can buy fresh produce, homemade food, and products, and even get your pet's food. The location of market is at the corner of Main Street and Riverside Drive. You can expect to find vegetables that are in season, as well as some out-of-season vegetables or fruits. There are also meat products sold here such as beef jerky, bison burgers, chicken breast strips, and pork chops. You can also purchase desserts like brownies or cookies from local bakeries like Big O's Cookies & Sweets (which has been featured on Food Network).

The farmers market is open every Saturday from 8 AM to 1 PM during spring through fall months (November - April), and closed during winter months (May - October). Admission into the market costs $0 for adults due to its location being part of a public park area; there will be booths selling tickets for rides/attractions nearby if interested in those activities instead!

Hike Table Rock

If you like to hike, Table Rock is the place for you. This trail is short and sweet, but it’s also a great workout. The trail begins at the Crater Lake Lodge and climbs up several switchbacks before reaching Table Rock (a 1,200-foot elevation gain). Once at the top of this plateau-like rock, you’ll be rewarded with views of nearby Wizard Island, Mount Scott, and Mount Thielsen in addition to Crater Lake itself! If you get lucky with weather conditions or go during peak wildflower season (May), there are tons of wildflowers along the way that will make your hike even more magical.

Visit the Rogue Creamery.

Located in a tiny town called Central Point, this artisanal cheese maker is well-known as a tourist attraction. In addition to making some of Oregon's best cheeses and ice creams, it has a tasting room and gift shop where you can sample its delicious products. There's also a restaurant that serves up fresh sandwiches and soups made with their cheese (and you thought sandwiches were just for lunch). If you're not into eating out then stop by for the picnic area where you can pack your own lunch or order one from their restaurant menu to enjoy in the park setting outside!

Look for Sasquatch at Collier State Park.

If you're looking for something to do that's weird and wonderful, then look no further than Collier State Park. You can find Sasquatch here!

Sasquatch is a legendary creature, which supposedly lives in the forests of Oregon and Washington. It is said to eat berries and nuts from trees, but unlike Bigfoot, it doesn't like beer or pizza (or maybe they just don't get along). As with other mythical creatures such as dragons and fairies, there have not been any real sightings of Sasquatch—but that doesn't mean you can't try!

Collier State Park is part of the Coast Range mountains; it covers more than 3,000 acres near the city of Medford. It has plenty of hiking trails where you might be able to spot some furry beasties lurking around the bushes or hiding behind trees—check out their website for more information about camping at this park if you want an overnight stay!

Remodeling Services are an effective way

Medford remodeling is a great way to add value to your home. Whether you are improving the kitchen or redoing a bathroom, there are plenty of opportunities to make your house feel like a new place. You also have many options when it comes to decoration and colors. Medford has a lot going on so let us help you find something that interests you

Revolution Builders is a great company.

This company is dedicated to providing quality home repair and remodeling services. From kitchens and bathrooms to basements, roofing and siding, new windows and doors, carpentry, and more - we will help you solve your home improvement issues. Revolution Builders, LLC is a licensed contractor that provides personalized service for all home renovation projects

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3619 Aviation Way, Medford, OR 97504

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Monday 12 December 1836

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no kiss the ground covered with snow and small snow falling and F31° now at 8 40 a.m. breakfast - 25 minutes filing off the padlock of one of A-‘s deed-boxes - then talking to John Booth about getting his son-in-law (Martha’s husband) to the Dispensary - the man cannot walk - laid up in the rheumatism - at my desk at 10 ½ - snowy (small snow) wintry day - from about 1 to 2 (an hour) had Messrs. Hainsworth and Dobson - evidently very anxious to have the stone but I would say nothing either one way or other - H- thought of bidding 3/. per yard for the stone and £30 per annum for the farm - I made no remark on this but that I thought £30 very fair for the farm - I wished the farm to go with the stone - should be guided rather by the bid for the stone than for the farm but not bound to take the highest bid - at last I said there were several I knew would bid of whom I had an equally good opinion and among whom it would be difficult to choose without some principle laid down - I should therefore among these take the highest bid - was only anxious to do what I thought fair and right - on coming upstairs wrote note to Mr. Parker giving the conditions to be produced at the letting this evening at 6 pm at the Stump X Inn - sent off my note by John Booth at 3 ½ to ‘Messrs. Parker and Adam solicitors Halifax’ - dinner at 6 ¾ - coffee upstairs - A- read French - from 8 ½ to 10 ¾ as all the morning from 10 ½ to 1 and from after writing my note that is from about 3 to 6 ¾ siding in my study and library - Had Joseph Mann from 10 ¾ to 11 ½ - he brought the tickets (biddings) in a packet from Mr. Parker - said Dodgson was the highest bidder the 1st round - Dodgson! said I - I never thought of him; but I might have thought of him, for I knew he intended to bid - then talked about the colliery - It will be March before they are up to the engine-pit, but will answer for having Listerwick pit bottomed in August - came upstairs at 11 ½ - looked at the biddings - it is between Dodgson and Womersley - each 7/6. per yard for the stone but W- £40 per annum for the farm and D- only £30 - hard bidding for D- but W- must have it - and I do not think of letting him pay more than £35 for the farm - wrote all but the first 4 ½ lines of today till 12 10 at which hour F----- cannot get at it - has blown up and fasted itself and the window in some sort that I cannot open the window - snowy, rainy, sleety, haily, wintry day -