#Henrietta Swift

[xxgriefchapterxx]

5 times when the 118 get concerned about the things Buck says under his breath + 1 when they realised it's taylor swift lyrics

[moonylouwho]

now i’m down bad, crying at the gym

[ourstaturestouchtheskies]

taylor swift lyrics x colors x textiles in art – blue

Tim McGraw – Taylor Swift // Portrait of Marie-Joseph Peyre – Marie-Suzanne Giroust 💙 Tim McGraw – Taylor Swift // Lady in the Boudoir – Gustav Holweg-Glantschnigg 💙 A Place in This World – Taylor Swift // Portrait of Prince William Henry, Duke of Gloucester – Jean-Étienne Liotard 💙 Dear John – Speak Now // Young Woman in a Blue Dress – Jacopo Negretti 💙 State of Grace – Red // Portrait of Mrs. Matthew Tilghman and her Daughter – John Hesselius 💙 Red – Red // An Unknown Man – Joseph Highmore 💙 All Too Well – Red // Portrait of a Man with a Quilted Sleeve – Titian 💙 Everything Has Changed – Red // Portrait of the Marquis de Saint-Paul – Jean-Baptiste Greuze 💙 Starlight – Red // Mrs. Richard Brown – John Hesselius 💙 Run – Red // Judith with the Head of Holofernes – Felice Ficherelli 💙 This Love – 1989 // Fair Rosamund – John William Waterhouse 💙 Delicate – Reputation // Miss Elizabeth Ingram – Joshua Reynolds 💙 Gorgeous – Reputation // Marguerite Hessein, Lady of Rambouillet de la Sablière – workshop of Henri and Charles Beaubrun 💙 Dancing with Our Hands Tied – Reputation // George Albert, Prince of East Frisia – Johann Conrad Eichler

Cruel Summer – Lover // Peter August Friedrich von Koskull – Michael Ludwig Claus 💙 Lover – Lover // Lady Oxenden – Joseph Wright of Derby 💙 Miss Americana & the Heartbreak Prince – Lover // Portrait of Ivan Ivanovich Betskoi – Alexander Roslin 💙 Paper Rings – Lover // Young Woman in a Blue Dress – Jacopo Negretti 💙 London Boy – Lover // Queen Henrietta Maria with Sir Jeffrey Hudson – Anthony van Dyck 💙 Afterglow – Lover // Portrait of Prince Dmitry Mikhailovich Golitsyn – Fyodor Rokotov 💙 Christmas Tree Farm – Christmas Tree Farm // Portrait of Mary Ruthven, Lady van Dyck – Anthony van Dyck 💙 invisible string – folklore // Two Altar Wings with the Visitation of Mary – unknown artist 💙 invisible string – folklore // Portrait of Madame de Pompadour – François Boucher 💙 peace – folklore // Fair Rosamund – John William Waterhouse 💙 hoax – folklore // Portrait of Charles le Normant du Coudray – Jean-Baptiste Perronneau 💙 coney island – evermore // Portrait of the Marquis de Saint-Paul – Jean-Baptiste Greuze 💙 Carolina – Carolina // Mrs. Daniel Sargent – John Singleton Copley 💙 Bejeweled – Midnights // Elsa Elisabeth Brahe – David Klöcker Ehrenstrahl 💙 The Great War – Midnights // Portrait of Françoise Marie de Bourbon – attributed to François de Troy 💙 Hits Different – Midnights // Mrs. Benjamin Pickman – John Singleton Copley

[badkitty3000]

Will you do the hargreeves having a family game night and playing two truths and a lie?

Sorry I didn't feel like making this into story form

These have nothing to do with anything, really, I just made up random stuff I thought was funny 🤷‍♀️😆❤️

The first two are the truths and the last one is the lie.

Luther: "I performed the entirety of the Broadway musical "Cats", acting out each part, for my pet plant while I was on the moon."

"I have coulrophobia (fear of clowns)."

"When I was 16, Dad told me he was proud of me."

Diego: "Every morning I give myself daily affirmations in the mirror."

"My favorite movie is My Best Friend's Wedding, but I tell people it's Rambo."

"I have slept with dozens of women."

Allison: "I listen to Norwegian death metal to get me pumped up before a scene."

"When I was a teenager, I lied and told everyone I had a boyfriend that lived in Canada."

"I joined a book club because of my passion for reading."

Klaus: "I auditioned for Jeopardy and made it. But I didn't get on the show because I got lost on the way there."

"I thought the CGI Scooby Doo in the movie was a real dog until like two years ago."

"The ghost of Bob Ross is here right now. He says hi."

Five: "I single-handedly caused the collapse of the Roman empire."

"I was an extra in Star Wars while on a job in the '70s."

"The Davinci Code is a trash novel."

Ben: "The Horror is a girl and her name is Henrietta."

"I was the one that put super glue on Dad's toilet seat that one time."

"I do not understand the appeal of Taylor Swift."

Viktor: "I hate dogs, but pretend I like them so people won't judge me."

"My first celebrity crush was the cartoon fox from Robin Hood."

"I am a Swiftie, through and through."

Lila: "Butterflies creep me out."

"I need reading glasses but refuse to wear them."

"I hate scented candles. They make me sick."

[julesthequirky]

The Choice: Chapter Six

All my work is purely aimed at those 18+ so minors kindly, DNI.

Summary: You find three of your favourite characters in your home. It shouldn’t be possible, but there they are. In the flesh. How the hell did they get there? And surely there’s a way to get them back? But as you get close to each one, the thought of sending them back proves difficult to comprehend.

Characters/Pairings: Fem!Reader, Dean, Beau and Ben (Soldier Boy)

Warnings: Language, typical Soldier Boy behaviour.

W/C: 1,560

Ben sat sulking, staring out the window as you drove. A cover of a well-known song by a British girl group came on the radio. You nodded your head, fingers tapping against the wheel as you drove.

“Now, I won’t lie, I’m impartial to some Taylor Swift and some of them newer artists from time to time, but this…it’s hurtin’ my ears.”

Beau reached out to change the radio station, and without looking, you lightly smacked his hand.

“Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole.”

You said it automatically, not even thinking about it.

Beau quirked his brows, shaking his head lightly. From the mirror, you saw Dean smirk.

“House rules…” He said quietly with a slight smile on his lips.

Ever since Dean uttered those words in the first Supernatural episode, you’d taken the motto as your own. Your ex hated it whenever you’d reprimand him for wanting to change the radio station. He got so sick of the motto he almost banned Supernatural. He hated Dean, but most of all, he hated the motto coming from your mouth. Whenever he drove, he’d try to get a rise out of you, taunting you, using the motto to his own advantage, but he’d get more pissed off when it didn’t bother you.

“Why is it so…quiet?” Ben asked, with a distasteful expression on his face.

You frowned. It wasn’t quiet. The radio was on. Then it occurred to you that he didn’t mean the sound from within the car but rather the sound under the hood.

“It’s electric.”

“Electric?!” Came from all three.

From the rearview mirror, Ben’s distaste soured.

Dean leant towards the middle console, hand on the back of Beau’s headrest. Ben barged his way forward, shoulder to shoulder with Dean.

“The fuck you mean It’s electric?!” He barked.

You sighed and rubbed your temple.

“Oh, darlin’…don’t tell me this is one of those Musk contraptions.”

Beau sounded so disappointed.

“No. No, God, no. It’s just an electric car. Not everyone wants a gas guzzler, y’know. And it’s environmentally friendly.” You added pointedly.

It wasn’t aimed as a jibe, but that’s how both Dean and Beau felt about it.

“Baby gets me anywhere I gotta be. She’s gotten me across the States and back more than I can count. I tell ya, she’ll always be more reliable than this tin can, and there’ll always be gas stations.”

You rolled your eyes. Dean would protect Baby to the ends of the earth and through different dimensions. You loved Baby, too, but his love for her went above and beyond, rivalling anyone’s love for a car.

“If Pedro heard you talking that way ‘bout him, it sure would hurt his feelings.”

Pedro was a damn truck. An inanimate object.

You steeled yourself, gritting your teeth and tightening the grip a little on the steering wheel.

“Jesus Christ…” You muttered under your breath. Men and their cars.

You steered the car into the busy mall parking lot.

“I get it. You love your cars, and being in an electric vehicle is some type of violation against your manhood or whatever, but get over it. Henrietta’s got me through thick’n’thin, and I won’t have you trash-talking her.”

Dean and Ben retreated to their seats, and Beau looked out the window. You slowed as you drove through the lot, looking for a space.

“You called yours Pedro? You gay or something?” Ben asked right out of the blue.

Beau sighed, “No, I’m not gay. And I don’t know, the truck seemed masculine, so…. Pedro….”

Ben huffed but stayed silent.

You steered the car into a spot in the mall’s huge parking lot and cut the engine. You took a breath to collect yourself.

“What kinda name’s Henrietta anyway?”

You twisted around, shooting Ben a death glare.

“Don’t you besmirch the name of my car otherwise, you’ll be walkin’ back. Got it?”

Ben smirked. “Oh, please, sweetcheeks, you wouldn’t.”

You held his stare, deadpan.

“Wouldn’t I?”

You challenged him. Daring him to rise above you. He scoffed, huffed, rolled his eyes, and mumbled, “whatever”, only to stare back out the window.

You sighed, scrubbing a hand down your face.

“Alright, let’s do this.”

*

Ben made you the most nervous as he walked through the mall with you, Beau, and Ben in his Supe suit, minus his shield. This man needed clothes and stat. Your concern was that they would be recognised, and the secret would somehow be out. What secret? That somehow, three fictional men were out in the real world. And it scared you.

But Harmony wasn’t a big city, and you didn’t know many who were as mad about Jensen Ackles as you were. Still, you couldn’t shake the angry buzzing in your belly as you white-knuckled the shopping bags.

“You alright there?” Beau nudged your shoulder gently. “Ya seem to be gripping those bags like your life depended upon it.”

You looked up. He was so earnest, so caring. Your heart squeezed in your chest.

“Maybe I should’ve left you guys at home. What if someone sees you? What if Ben’s right and people don’t believe you’re triplets? What if—”

“Woah, woah, darlin’, it’s like you said, we look more like triplets than the set down the road. It’ll work. Trust it. Just relax a little. You’re more wound up than weasel about to pop.”

He squeezed your shoulder, and the buzzing inside eased. You released a breath, relaxed your jaw, and loosened your grip on the bags.

“There ya are. Now, what’s the plan?”

Ben scratched his chin, then folded his arms over his chest.

“Just to get a few clothes. Enough for, say, a week or a couple days. I got the money. It’s no big deal, so don’t worry about it. Then we’ll go get groceries.”

“Okay, dokay.”

You ignored all the clothing stores heading to the big Walmart superstore at the back of the mall, but something must have caught Beau’s eye as he veered off into a store. Boot Barn.

“Oh, ho. Looky here.”

You grabbed Ben’s arm and steered him into the store, pressing a light hand to Dean’s back. Ben grumbled about being manhandled like a child, but you knew he would have walked off.

You saw Dean perk up at the cowboy hats on display.

Oh boy.

Ben took control of himself and mumbled something about being in “Cowboy country.”

Beau picked up a boot on display.

“Now, these are a beaut.”

“So, get them.”

He looked at you and tilted his head with a bashful smile.

“Nah, I couldn’t…”

“Why not?”

“They’re upwards of three hundred bucks, darlin’. I couldn’t take advantage of you like that.”

“Nonsense. You like ‘em, so get ‘em.”

You grabbed a box and pushed it to his chest.

“Try them on.”

You then left Beau to his own devices and went to find Dean. On your way, Ben nudged your shoulder, lowering his head to your ear.

“Hillbillies and their moral codes, amiright?”

He sniggered, and you glared at him. “Don’t be mean. He’s got more decency in his pinky finger than you’ve got in your whole body.”

Ben huffed and wrapped a hand around your arm, tight, yanking you close. The air whoosed out from your chest, and you stared at the anger directed at you. It left you speechless, even more so when he gripped your chin between his thumb and forefinger, locking his intense green eyes with yours.

“I don’t know who the fuck you think you are, but I don’t appreciate being treated like a fucking child. It’s degrading as fuck. I’m a goddamned Supe. I deserve some fucking respect, so treat me how I deserve.”

His words came out in such a vicious hiss tears stung the corners of your eyes.

He dropped his hand from your chin. But he was right. He deserved the same treatment you were giving Beau and Dean. He didn’t deserve to be treated like a child.

“You’re right. I’m sorry. I just…I don’t know how to act around you. You’re a wild card, and it makes me nervous. But I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt from now on. I promise.”

Ben peered down, face so close to your own. You swore you could count the freckles smattering across his nose and cheekbones. His feet nudged yours as he shifted closer, his body brushing your chest.

His proximity had your heart thumping hard, banging against your ribcage. His lips spread into a sinful smirk. The air charged and fizzled.

“I do really make you nervous, don’t I?

Under your skin, your blood rushed, and your pulse quickened as he leaned closer, lips to your ear.

“If you wanna fuck me, all you gotta do is just say.”

Shock and lust slammed into you, taking the breath from you. White-hot heat bolted from your chest to your groin, sinking deep into your core, and last night’s images came flooding back. Your skin flushed, and heat rose from your neck to your cheeks.

He pulled away, chuckling lightly.

“Oh, darling, I’ll behave if you do.” He winked, with that cheeky smile on his face and walked away, leaving you stunned and horny in the middle of Boot Barn, wondering if you could get away with rushing to the restrooms for a quick skittle diddle.

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@yvonneeeee, @curlycarley, @angelbabyyy99, @sassy-pelican, @k-slla, @deans-spinster-witch, @ashdoctor, @eretsupremacy89, @fanfic-n-tabulous, @deans-number-one-fan.

[cactuscas]

raven cycle character cards

finally finished the guys!

details under the cut :)

(as well as the song's I posted them to when I posted this on instagram)

ronan!

"Why'd You Only Call Me When You're High" - Arctic Monkeys

the barns in the background

dreamt up keys to the pig

kavinsky's glasses

not pictured but also my fave is the cross necklace and one little earring

noah!

"You Can't Catch Me Now" by Olivia Rodrigo

matching friendship bracelet with blue (they are so dear to me)

his old driver's license

not pictured is his skateboard (rip)

I would have added a blink 182 sticker instead of the little ghosts but oh well I didn't think of it in the moment

he is so blurry and I can't figure out why oh well he's a little smudgy I guess

blue!

"True Blue" by Boygenius

matching friendship bracelet

I had a lot of fun with patterns for her

the crochet leggings will be the death of me

fun eyeliner blue truther

I wanted to do yogurt cups for her in the background but i Totally Forgot

gansey!

"King and Lionheart" by Of Monsters and Men

mini henrietta model! terrible boat shoes!

had a lot of fun drawing his journal - i think it would be a bit more messy with more stuff pasted in but i only had so much space (it does actually say things but it's a question of whether or not you can read it)

adam!

"seven" by Taylor Swift

not pictured here but obviously had to give him the cocacola shirt

i feel strongly about him having an almost mullet

tarot cards for each member of the gangsey! (page of cups - blue // the magician - adam // the fool - ronan // king of cups - gansey // death - noah)

[napkin-soup]

Chapter 6: Leaving Me Safe and Stranded

chapter 6 is posted, we are in the final stretch!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62009956/chapters/162816343

thanks again to @dumbass---tm for beta reading :)

Chapters: 6/? Fandom: 9-1-1 (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV) Characters: Evan "Buck" Buckley, Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Maddie Buckley, Bobby Nash, Henrietta "Hen" Wilson, Howie "Chimney" Han Additional Tags: Angst, Pining, Canon-Typical Violence, Speculation for 9-1-1 (TV) Season 8B, except not really speculation, POV Evan "Buck" Buckley, Hurt Evan "Buck" Buckley, Insecure Evan "Buck" Buckley, heavily inspired by taylor swift, Evan "Buck" Buckley as Buck 1.0, but bisexual this time, Minor Evan "Buck" Buckley/Tommy Kinard, Sad Evan "Buck" Buckley, Good Sibling Maddie Buckley, Eddie Diaz Moves to Texas (9-1-1 TV) Summary:

“Did you call Eddie?”

His smile dropped. “I texted him, yea. I don’t want to make this a whole thing."

“I know he has your back, even 800 miles away, Buck. Don’t freeze him out, okay?” Buck looked away from her. Eddie left. He had good reasons, but he left, and Buck felt abandoned all the same. Eddie had seen him at his worst, because he’d been in LA, practically breaking into his apartment just to check on him. Hard to do that two states away. Buck believed Eddie wanted to be there for him. But he couldn’t rely on him, not like he had before. Because eventually, Eddie would have a new partner. A new life. Buck knew how this worked.

Buck had left plenty of times before.

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OR a post 8a Buck spiral fic, heavily influenced by "Down Bad" by Taylor Swift

[everythingwasnormalhere]

hi

may I perhaps request,, more of thy starlight chronicles Kenny headcanons

IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS MOMENT MY WHOLE LIFE I LOVE YOU SO MUCH !!!

first death was getting hit by a car while playing with Kevin as a little kid

favorite animals are those lantern fishes with big ass teeth. then all creatures that are floof :3

has had a colony of rats living in his room at two different points in time. he fed them and kept them clean and everything, those little shits were living their best life. twice the colony was annihilated by stray cats karen took into their house (she does that often)

dated kelly long-distance for a few months (her parents were loaded, they'd pay him trips to their hometown every weekend)

he typically hates tailor swift but "you're on your own kid" has become one of his comfort songs

another of his comfort songs is definitely "tiburones en el bosque" by cdn

and "ya te vas a mejorar" is totally his national anthem (also cdn)

kept going out as mysterion up until butters began staying at his

will fixate on every immortal character, mainly if they, like him, are the very mortal type

learnt how to sew when he moved out for college (Kevin would sew his and Karen's clothes before that)

had a petty phase as a preteen in which he'd kill himself in front of people he was mad at. he was kinda a dick, he just wanted to hurt them with no consequences - they'd forget the next day, and they never knew what he did (he felt like shit after tho)

cartman knows hes immortal lol

so does timmy, but it took him a while to mention it

(cartman straight up never did)

someone's drunk near him? he's panicking inside, maybe outside too

c-ptsd ahh mf

he's smarter than he's given credit for

he barely passed everything at school only to become an A student during his senior year and college, he didn't care enough to make an effort till then lol

hates cold so much

satan was more a father to him than his actual father lol

he and henrietta are great friends :3

platonic! crenny!

during college he's in an almost permanent flare up because he cannot take care of himself cuz he's a piece of shit

broke up with tammy after the bj incident, she left the town soon after (nothing to do with him), and they met again when he moved for college :3

she became a waitress at the boys' favorite cafe, she and kenny are awesome friends now :3

hyperfixates on sciency stuff So Hard bro

he'll infodump about it to butters Very Often. butters doesn't understand shit but likes listening to him talk so it works lol

very poor to Very Rich pipeline

widely considered the only rich person that doesn't suck

put spikes on his wheelchair handles and the crowd went wild

looks like a very gay weird uncle

yes he and butters get married

yes butters does fund his career with maybe not too legal money

(no butters doesn't go to jail nor to a mental asylum nor on a killing spree)

managed to lessen his deaths until they were around once every couple months WOOHOO!!!

...not counting the many times he dies in lab. thats a given.

glitter on his beard 24/7

actually permadies. before butters.

[xx-spider-xx]

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•~Introduction post~•

•Hii Im a 15yo girl from croatia

•I go by spider

•On this blog I will mainly post about my day, music and my interests

˙⋆✮ ִֶָ 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆★⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ ✮⋆˙

•~Basic info, interests and more~•

•As i said I AM A MINOR, i dont mind 18+ people reacting with my blogs, just pls dont dm me or write weird stuff

•English isnt my first language so please dont mind if I make grammar mistakes˙◠˙

•This is my first time having a thumblr blog so i still need to get used to it

•I really like cats 3:

•~Music I like~•

•I like a lot of music genres and subgenres and i listen tu music every day◝(˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)◜

•My current favourite bands and artists are: My Chemical Romance, Pierce The Veil, Mitski, Fall Out Boy, HIM (His Infernal Majesty), Taylor Swift, Sleeping With Sirens...

•Also some croatian bands and artists you should really listen to ദ്ദി´ ˘ `): Silente, Daleka Obala, Oliver Dragojević, Opća opasnost, Parni valjak...

•~Shows and characters I like~•

•Spiderman-I watched every spiderman movie and I really like them all:P My favourites are The Amazing Spiderman and Across The Spiderverse

My favourite spiderman are Hobie Brown, Miles Morales and Peter porker

•My Little Pony-I adore watching my little pony, it was my whole childhood and I still love it

My favourite characters are Princess Luna, Discord, Rainbow Dash and Scotaloo

•Miraculous-the new animation is peak, argue with the wall

My favourite characters are Alix and Sabrina

•9-1-1-the show is great, Bobbys death is not

Henrietta Wilson my beloved♡

•Winx club-winx was peak untill the last couple of seasons :(

My favourite winx character is Musa, and of course my underrated queen Techna!

•~DNI LIST~•

•Racists

•Homophobes

•Transphobes

•People against abortion

•P€d0s

•Trump supporters

•Z00ph!les

•Misogynists

•Misandrists

•Anti-femisnists

•Pieces of sh!ts basicly

............. ִ ࣪✮🕷✮⋆˙..............

This is basicly everything about me, I will try to post here as much as i can

I swear that im cool(,,. _ .,,)

[pvffinsdaisies]

Scotland Playlist

Spotify playlist | 40 songs | 2h 32m

< all songs by Scottish artists highlighted in blue >

Loch Lomond, Runrig, the Tartan Army

Chelsea Dagger, the Fratellis

Whistle For The Choir, the Fratellis

Henrietta, the Fratellis

I’m Gonna Be (500 Miles), the Proclaimers

I’m on My Way, the Proclaimers

Chasing Cars, Snow Patrol

Run, Snow Patrol

The Last Time (feat. Gary Lightbody of Snow Patrol) (Taylor’s Version), Taylor Swift, Gary Lightbody

Heather On The Hill, Nathan Evans

Highland Girl, Nathan Evans

Espresso, Sabrina Carpenter

Heart and Soul, Twin Atlantic

Crashed The Wedding 2.0, Busted, All Time Low

Year 3000, Busted

Air Hostess, Busted

Obviously, McFly

Five Colours In Her Hair, McFly

Hold Me While You Wait, Lewis Capaldi

Before You Go, Lewis Capaldi

Someone You Loved, Lewis Capaldi

The Bothy Lads, Claire Hastings

Guise of Tough, Iona Fyfe

Take Her In Your Arms, Trail West

This Is The Life, Amy Macdonald

This Ain’t A Scene, It’s An Arms Race, Fall Out Boy

Thnks fr th Mmrs, Fall Out Boy

‘tis the damn season, Taylor Swift

Getaway Car, Taylor Swift

Crazier, Taylor Swift

dorothea, Taylor Swift

exile (feat. Bon Iver), Taylor Swift, Bon Iver

Eyes Open (Taylor’s Version), Taylor Swift

The Story Of Us (Taylor’s Version), Taylor Swift

Heaven Is A Place On Earth, Belinda Carlisle

My Heart Will Go On - Love Theme from “Titanic”, Céline Dion

Home, Nathan Evans, Saint PHNX

I Don’t Care, Fall Out Boy

Ignorance, Paramore

[carionto]

Someone has to clean up our messes...

George Rhoedigher and his team had the most unenviable of jobs - investigating, reporting, and cleaning up (in legalese) any "oopsies" Humanity "accidented". Barely over a year among the star civilizations and our rap sheet is longer than some million year old empires. Good job us.

This latest incident he's been dispatched to is the biggest yet - a whole planet-wide fire. In a sense, also the simplest and most straightforward - three dinosaur lunes shot lasers at an oxygen overabundant planet and then logic caught up.

The problem George has with any of these is that he has to try to make it less damning in the eyes of the Coalition. If he and fellow investigator-lawyers just reported the facts as is, Humans doing science outside Sol would be banned in a heartbeat, which the Government is very insistent we retain the ability to do, without utilizing our superior fleets. We'd rather avoid outright becoming the "Bad Guys" if we can, "Crazy Deathworlders" is enough.

Anyway, planet Ramforinkus was pure ash on the surface and what's left of the atmosphere was toxic as hell. Supposedly there's still plenty of bio activity below ground, so it should recover in some form or fashion over time, but still, the before and after images are grim - lush, clear green and blue, now hazy gray and brown.

The statements from the three scientists in charge aren't helpful either:

Everie Jackobson: "I was working on reversing the evolutionary tree of these peacocks, I'm pretty sure they'll become pterodactyls if I push them the right way! Hmm? So what if it caught fire again, it does that all the time. [George points him to the view port] Oh, that's a bit more than normal. Anyway... [George leaves after a minute of Everie rambling to himself]"

Henrietta Fink: "There comes a time when life must adapt to its surroundings. But this damned planet kept changing its environment all the time, none of my babies could survive the swift changes in air composition! I asked Gieverne to help me figure out a way to stabilize the planet."

Gieverne Drostierne: "At first I misted an area with a mutating chemical compound to get the plants to produce less Oxygen, but the change didn't last more than a generation, so I did the next best thing: injected a genetic catalyst into a swarm of flying ants we keep around and let loose several colonies around the planet.

For whatever reason, the ants instead mutated [George visibly shudders hearing about mutant ants again] and started replacing the flora of the planet. Look, I even got a few queens before torching the planet and seeding it with the original flora. The ants turned green and have little leaves just behind their wings and can theoretically survive perpetually anywhere with a bit of air! Look at those leaves flap, ain't they cute?"

...

George sighs. Getting the truth is always pretty easy from these science folk, but it's always something blatantly stupid like that. He's gonna have to do some serious mental gymnastics to make this incident not be another clear-cut example of "Irrefutable Proof Humans Are Not Allowed To Do Science Anywhere!"

Hmm... In cases like these the best way around fines and sanctions is to provide results that arise from these "accidents". What researches take via creating the most catastrophic disasters, they give back through thorough data recording and analysis for practical applications.

Here's hoping there's enough Aliens who are as big fans of dinosaurs as many Humans are.

[moonylouwho]

“i’m having his baby… no i’m not”

[sterekorgtfo]

Chapter Three of my BuckTommy Alternate Circumstances AU "The Bolter" is now available!

(Link will direct you to Chapter 1 in case you haven't read yet.)

Rating:

Not Rated (For Now)

Archive Warning:

No Archive Warnings Apply

Category:

M/M

Fandom:

9-1-1 (TV)

Relationship:

Evan "Buck" Buckley/Tommy Kinard

Characters:

Evan "Buck" Buckley

Tommy Kinard

Maddie Buckley

Howie "Chimney" Han

Henrietta "Hen" Wilson

Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV)

Bobby Nash

Athena Grant

Additional Tags:

Canon Compliant

Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence

Expanded Scenes

commitment issues

Self-Esteem Issues

Trust Issues

Hurt Evan "Buck" Buckley

Currently Unrated Cuz IDK If I'll Have Eventual Smut But We Shall See. I'll Keep You Posted

Based on a Taylor Swift Song

Language: English

Summary:

All his fuckin' lives flashed before his eyes; It feels like the time he fell through the ice then came out alive. Evan Buckley is a bolter. When things get serious, he tends to escape. Will Tommy Kinard be the one to heal him from his past traumas and keep him grounded? Or will Buck continue to find escape in escaping?

[imma-dragon]

Octavia X Henrietta (WLW sickfic)

Word count: 2.7k 

It was a blase October day; rainy and slightly foggy out. The wind was sharp and cold, dropping the overall temperature by at least ten degrees. It was all anyone could do, with the worsening weather, to not catch some sort of bug. It was going around the office like wildfire. Some had mild symptoms; a runny nose, a sore throat, or even none at all. Take, for example, Henrietta Davis. The office mom. She had wonderfully poofy, curly hair that went just above her shoulders. The natural honey blonde hue and freckled ivory skin earned her a lifetime of goldilocks jokes, but she just let them slide. She had a kind smile and a warm personality. She was the caretaker. The one to remember things such as birthdays and allergies when nobody else was bothered to. Unlike some in the office, Henrietta considered herself an open book; she would always say she’s got nothing to hide. But there was one thing nobody could figure out. Throughout every flu season and mid-summer cold extravaganza, almost every employee fell victim to whatever ailment made itself prevalent in the town– except for Henrietta. She liked to joke that germs just naturally avoided her out of respect.

But others weren’t so fortunate. Those ‘others’ in particular being one Octavia Reynolds. Her deep brown skin paired beautifully with her maple-coloured eyes, making her a force to be reckoned with. She had such a potential to be quite popular, if she wanted. But things…didn’t really work that way. Similar to Henrietta, she rarely showed any symptoms. Maybe the sniffles, a light cough. But nothing too extreme. She was, in her humble opinion, just too cool for the germs to touch her. 

Several employees stood around the only working water cooler in the place, just gossiping as you’d expect. One leaned in, a cocked eyebrow and a smug smirk. 

“You all coming to the bar tonight?”

Everyone in the circle agreed. 

“You think anyone’s going to beat Octavia tonight?”

A man scoffed, shaking his head. 

“She may be a bitch, but she’s damn good at pool. I don’t think anyone could beat her.”

“I think that’s the only reason she stays in this crap hole. Just to rub it in our faces every week.”

The first woman added on, a bitter shake of her head. They would’ve continued talking, but the woman of the hour showed up. 

Octavia had on one of those scowls that meant business. She said all she needed to without saying a word. She didn’t need to. It was all over her face. Everyone previously surrounding the cooler moved, as if the red sea parting for Moses. Octavia moved with purpose; not a single sway of her hips or crack of her knuckles were frivolous. She meant business. Even if it were just for something as small as getting a cup of water. 

Normally, Octavia was as silent as a mouse. Her footsteps rivalled that of a feather in the wind. She was frequently startling her coworkers with the swiftness of her movements. But not today. Her steps fell heavy, and you could hear an occasional congested sniffle coming from the woman whilst she waited for the bottle to fill up. 

She was simply getting water to warm up. For tea. It was embarrassing. Luckily, nobody dared question her as she walked away, rubbing at her nose as soon as she was out of sight. It didn’t help, unfortunately, as just a moment later, 

“K’huttsu! Hh-httsh!” 

She sighed impatiently. This was already getting annoying. Octavia sniffled harshly, exhaling through her mouth. It wasn’t like she could breathe much through her nose anyway.’ God, what elementary bullshit.’, she thought to herself, pouring the water into a kettle and rummaging through the cupboards for any resemblance of good tea. 

Luckily, there was a small packet of blueberry tea left over from…god knows where. But Octavia was desperate for any sort of remedy to soothe this…gunk she had in her system. After all, she still had a few hours before it was time to go home. Just as she started the kettle, her thoughts were interrupted. Quite suddenly, too. 

“Bless you! Are you feeling okay, Octavia? I know there’s a bit of a bug going around.” 

Octavia cringed, cursing under her breath. Of course it had to be Little Miss Perfect to find her in this state. Octavia wiped at her nose with the edge of her sleeve, turning a little with the same scowl on her face, but even more displeased, knowing that Henrietta definitely saw what just happened. 

“I’m fine. Mind your business.” 

She turned back around, hoping that was the end of the conversation. 

“Oh..well… if you want, I have some Cold & Flu meds in my desk drawer… I keep it stocked during times like these.” 

Henrietta offered a bright smile, even though it was to Octavia’s back. Octavia could just hear the smile in her voice. How frustrating. 

“I said, I’m- hhih!- f-fine.” 

Octavia pressed the back of her wrist to her nose, aggressively quelling the itch that suddenly made itself known. What an inconvenience. 

Henrietta pursed her lips momentarily, looking over Octavia’s shoulder. 

“You’re making tea? I love tea. It’s always good on a rainy day like this. My favourite type of tea is-” 

“Hh’ttshu! E’tshoo!” 

“Oh-! Bless you again. You’re…sure you’re alright?” She asked again, sounding a little dubious. Octavia kept silent, nodding. Only a small sniffle could be heard. She wasn’t fine. Octavia felt like shit. She knew she was burning up, her throat hurt like hell, and whatever the hell was happening with her sinuses was just the icing on top. 

Just as Henrietta was about to continue with what would surely be an incredibly boring lecture about health and safety, the kettle whistled. 

‘Saved by the kettle…’ Octavia thought derisively, rolling her eyes to herself and picking up the kettle off the stove and pouring it into the mug next to it. Steam billowed up from the hot drink, making her nose run. She sniffled, running the edge of her sleeve under her nose again. It was damp from the day’s events. Mainly doing exactly what she just did. Getting a box of tissues would be like shouting from the rooftops that she was sick. And Octavia Reynolds did not get sick. 

She turned, half leaning against the countertops as she sipped her tea. Henrietta raised an eyebrow. Octavia just looked sick…The half-lidded eyes, the slightly pink nose…it all didn’t bode well for Octavia’s case. 

“Let me go and grab that cold medication…I’m sure you’ll feel a lot better, really!” 

Most would have jumped at the offer. Whether it was because she was just a good caretaker, or really just being taken advantage of, was anybody’s guess. 

“I don’t. Need. your pity.” 

Octavia growled, sipping from the mug and looking just past Henrietta, as if off in the distance. She was thinking about the blissful sleep she’ll get as soon as the work day’s over. Octavia completely forgot about the weekly bar night the office held. 

Henrietta smiled sadly at Octavia. 

“Oh, come on, Octavia. You don’t look well–”

“You sayin’ I’m ugly?”

She snapped, her sniffles increasing in frequency. Henrietta’s eyes widened. 

“Oh-oh no! Not at all! You’re- you’re quite pretty….actually..”

If Octavia was paying attention, she’d notice that a blush crept up Henrietta’s neck, creeping up onto her cheeks. How embarrassing. Octavia just shook her head, pushing past her and out of the kitchen. A couple of muffled sneezes could be heard from the other room. Henrietta just sighed and shook her head. There was just no getting through to her. 

Henrietta returned to her desk and continued her work, but at a slower pace than normal. But it wasn’t her fault! Octavia never returned to her desk after their little interaction… That’s it! 

Henrietta stood back up, collecting a couple bottles of cold medicine, some tea, and a couple of soup cans and saltines in a small bag. She deposited it off at Octavia’s desk and waited. And waited. And… waited. 

Almost two hours later, Octavia still hadn’t been seen. Henrietta was beginning to get really worried! She stood up, walking out of the bullpen and down the hall, where a few conference rooms sat. 

She was beginning to think it was a dead end, looking down here was a mistake. That was, until a giant, congested sneeze came from the only room she hadn’t examined yet. Then another. Then a sickly noseblow. Henrietta cringed at the sound. Yikes… that did not sound good. She approached the door, knocking gently and peeking her head in. What met her sights was not a promising one. 

Octavia had paled quite a bit, her nose looked constantly runny, and she was slumped against the table. The light of her laptop only illuminated the bags under her eyes and the fatigue written all over her face. 

“Oh, Octavia, hun.” 

She said sympathetically, sitting down next to Octavia, who immediately sat up. Sluggish, but quick, nonetheless. With a congested sniffle, she rubbed the sleep out of her face.

“Mmm…what do you want…” 

Octavia stretched, groaning quietly. Henrietta reached out a hand to put on Octavia’s shoulder, but Octavia pulled away, stifling two snotty-sounding sneezes into her wrist. 

“H’Kutshh! H’eettssh!” 

Henrietta pulled back, a little surprised. 

“Oh- bless you.” She looked a little pensive, choosing her next words carefully. “Do you… need to go home?” She asked gently, as Octavia, (somehow, grumpily), blew her nose, a sick, gurgling sound escaping her. 

“Ndo…Go away…” Octavia grouched, too tired to even properly insult Henrietta right now. 

Henrietta was not convinced. She leaned forward, shutting the laptop. 

“Or we can pack up…go home and get some rest?” 

Octavia snatched back the laptop, shaking her head. 

“Stop- I’b fide.” She insisted, sniffling and rubbing the palm of her hand against her reddening nose. Octavia stood up, though slightly swaying, and pushed past Henrietta again. 

“Oh! Uhm- or - or maybe, you know–” She looked around, spotting a clock hanging off the wall. “It’s almost time to go home…you could just sit and wait for the day to be over?” 

She knew that her propositions fell on deaf ears as Octavia walked out of the room. Her head felt like it was full of cotton, and her nose felt just as plugged. She was borderline mouth breathing at this point, and she didn’t even care. Octavia left Henrietta in the doorway of the conference room, watching as Octavia stumbled away. 

She shook her head, sighing. Maybe this was a matter better left alone… 

A couple hours later, the work day was done, and all of the employees filed out, each headed to the local bar for a few drinks and games. The most popular one was a simple game of pool. For months now, Octavia was the reigning champion. Nobody could beat her, despite their best efforts. 

But, as it seemed tonight, Octavia wasn’t up to the task. As soon as she got to the bar she grabbed a beer and started drinking, alone, in a corner booth. She watched as her coworkers laughed and mingled about, played darts, watched football, and made stupid little drunken bets throughout the night. Nobody ever really came up to Octavia during these outings. And she was generally fine with that. Especially today. Everybody avoided her especially today, except one brave soul who asked her if she was competing today in pool; to which she hastily snapped that she wasn’t, and stalked off to get another drink.  

Drowsy and now tipsy, Octavia sat alone, contemplating whether or not she should go home before she gets too drunk, sleep whatever this is off before tomorrow. She lurched forward , for what felt like the millionth time tonight, cupping her hands over her mouth. 

“H’kittsh! E’kkktshu! Heh-Hettch!” 

Her hand dropped immediately, and she leaned back against the wooden back of the booth. She ran out of bar napkins in the nearby vicinity to use, so she resorted to the heel of her palm, rubbing at her itchy nose. The alcohol didn’t help with the sneezing, either. Octavia sighed, resting her head in her hand, letting her eyes close for just a moment. Was she drunk? Perhaps. Too sick to stay awake? Entirely probable. 

From across the bar, Henrietta was in a large circle of her coworkers, laughing and watching them all drink themselves silly. Henrietta and a couple others were usually the designated drivers, just to keep everyone safer. 

But this time, things were a little different. 

Henrietta had been watching the other woman from across the bar all night. Sneezing and drinking seemed to be the activity of the night for poor Octavia. When she gave up and just closed her eyes, Henrietta decided it was probably time to check up on Octavia again. 

She grabbed a glass of water and hauled herself over to the booth, sitting next to Octavia, who didn’t even bother to look over at Henrietta. 

“Hey, Octavia. Fun night so far?” 

She asked, sliding the water over to the other woman. Octavia just sniffled again, sounding terribly congested… Henrietta fished through her purse, pulling out a little to-go package of kleenex. She came prepared, opening it and offering a tissue over to Octavia. She had to nudge the woman’s arm to get her attention. 

Octavia sluggishly looked down at the tissues, then back at Henrietta with a confused expression. She didn’t take a tissue. Instead, she leaned closer towards Henrietta with a sly grin on her face. 

“You’re pretty…why don’t you have a boyfriend yet, hmm…?” She asked, her words slightly slurred. She sniffled again, rubbing her nose in an attempt to quell the itch. She was always more sensitive to alcohol’s effect than most. “Like…hhihh- what’s thHhih-the d-deal?” Octavia continued, a terrible itch taking over her senses for a torturous few seconds before, “Hhh’Tshh! K’iitshew! E’Eettshhu!” She snuffled wetly, giving in and taking the tissue, grateful for the softer fabric of the tissues compared to the bar napkins, as she blew her nose. It didn’t do much except create a sad, snotty gurgling sound. 

Henrietta’s eyes widened, blushing a little. “Uhm…I’m not…I don’t want a boyfriend…” She trailed off quietly. While she was advertised as an open book, there was one thing she seldom shared in her professional life; Henrietta Davis was a lesbian. She always knew she was. But nobody else did. Not even her family. 

Octavia frowned at Henrietta. “Whaatttt? You’re so pretty…and nice– I - I know so many guys, in the- in the office… they’d looooove to jump those bones-” She had a mischievous grin on her face, waving her finger in an up-down motion, while Henrietta’s blush only increased. 

“I- uhm…” She looked around, making sure nobody was looking at them. “Octavia- I’m…I’m gay..” 

Henrietta scrunched her eyes shut, prepared for the worst. She was fully expecting the other woman to react negatively. Throw water in her face, yell, something. But no. there was just silence. She slowly opened her eyes, surprised by the warm smile that was on Octavia’s face. 

“So you’re telling me…” Octavia started, scooting a little closer to Henrietta, “That I actually have a chance?” 

She leaned forward, surprising Henrietta with an, admittedly sloppy, kiss. It set off fireworks in her, until she came to her senses and pulled back. Wistfully, she looked down at Octavia. 

“You’ve been drinking, Octavia…” Henrietta murmured, a hand on the other woman’s cheek. 

Octavia’s face was flushed with a light pink; whether that was from the illness, alcohol, or from the situation at hand, it was anyone’s guess. 

“And?” She sniffled, bringing her hand up to her nose again, lurching forward. It was so sudden, she barely had time to cover it up, and some of it landed gently on Henrietta’s arm. 

“H’uttshuu! Ee’etssh! Sorry-” 

“You’re also sick. You need some rest, hun. Not a one night stand with a coworker.” She laughs softly, her voice dipping to a low tone, “As much fun as that would be…” Octavia noisily blew her nose as Henrietta talked. 

“How about I drive you home, get you better, and then we could talk, okay? You look exhausted, dear.” 

Octavia sniffled, letting her shoulders drop a little. She was exhausted. Today had been a long day, trying to act like she was fine. She eventually nodded in agreement and Henrietta smiled, happy to have finally won her over. 

“Let’s go.” And with that, the two left the bar together, unknowingly marking the beginning of what would become a lifelong relationship. 

[morrisxn02]

ogden college (un)official class playlist ! available NOW at a therapist near you !

PART ONE: the student body

lacy by olivia rodrigo・henrietta astor

"oh, i care, i care, i care. like ribbons that you wear. my stomach's all in knots. you've got the one thing that i want..."

hurricane by halsey・reina azarolla

“i’m a wanderer, i’m a one-night-stand. don’t belong to no city, don’t belong to no man. i’m the violence in the pouring rain. i’m a hurricane.”

american teenager by ethel cain・ida clarke

“grew up under yellow lights on the street, putting too much faith in the make believe.”

this link is dead by deftones・lincoln crawford 

"pay attention! watch me close! as i decide which way i move"

february 15h by hobo johnson・nova dodson

"she went to columbia and i went to jail. i just wanted another apple when she really wanted yale. and that is the problem where all of this lies. i'm emotionally unstable. i'm a crazy fucking guy!"

crocodile tears by suzanna son・sassa fiske

"crocodile sitting all alone, painting nails the shade of pink to match princess peach's cheek. maybe they'll think i'm beautiful. maybe i can trick them."

perfect day by hoku・charlie fletcher 

“people say, they say that it’s just a phase. they tell me to act my age. well, i am.” 

the boy who blocked his own shot by brand new・jesse hart 

“a crown of gold, a heart harder than stone and it hurts to hold on, but it’s missed when it’s gone”

happy by marina・carmen hearst

"couldn't relax, couldn't sit back and let the sunlight in my lap. i sang a hymn to bring me peace and then came a melody."

too much by carlie rae jepsen・ollie inoue

"i live for the fire, and the rain, and the drama too, boy. and it feels like you never say what you want, and it feels like i can't get through, babe."

nina cried power by hozier and mavis staples・ mika ishii

“power has been cried by those stronger than me straight into the face that tells you to rattle your chains if you love being free. ah lord, and i could cry power!”

people watching by conan gray・logan iyande

“i’m only looking just to live through you vicariously. i’ve never really been in love, not seriously.”

summer child by conan gray・samantha jimenez 

"and you laugh and you dance in the wind, and you sway, and you hug and you kiss, but there's darkness behind those eyes."

savage daughter by sarah hester ross・ nixie linghui

“i am my mother’s savage daughter. the one who runs barefoot, cursing sharp stones. i am my mother’s savage daughter. i will not cut my hair. i will not lower my voice.”

mirrorball by taylor swift・roxie marsh

“hush. when no one is around, my dear, you’ find me on my tallest tiptoes, spinning in my highest heels, love. shinning just for you.”

don’t tell my mom by renée rapp・courtney mills

“so don’t tell my mom i’m falling apart. she hurts when i hurt. my scars are her scars. she’ll talk to her friends, impress all of them. at least in her mind, her daughter is fine.”

donttrustme by 3oh!3・cara morrison

“she's an actress, but she ain't got no need. she's got money from her parents and a trust fund back east."

halloween by novo amor・edward morrison 

“more and more with every accolade, i get carried with away with being carried away.”

i did something bad by taylor swift・greer morrison

"they're burning all the witches even if you aren't one. so light me up. go ahead and light me up."

autoestima by cupido, lola indigo and alizzz・ milo navarro

“my mother and my father gave me an extremely nice face. people don’t usually like pretty people like me.”

forsaken by paris paloma・alethea pierce

"i think i've done something to upset the stars again. the moon won't return my calls, but i deserve it. i deserve it all.”

strange overtones by david byrne, performed by whitney・lennon reed

"how long have i been missing? it's getting colder tonight. snowfall's reminiscing... i watched it melt before my eyes."

frankenstein by rina saywama・magnolia rhodes

"put me together, thread a needle so i'm like other people without all of the evil. i'm trying to be normal, but the trauma is immortal and none of this is your fault."

baseball by hippo campus・monty richler

“there goes that moonboy looking jungly with all his leaves a-growing.”

king by florence and the machine・anya saetang

"my empty halls echo with grand self-mythology. i am no mother, i am no bride. i am king."

stick season by noah kahan・nathaniel shaw 

“now i'm stuck between my anger and the blame that i can't face and the memories are something even smoking weed does not replace." 

liability by lorde・natalia vega

"she's so hard to please, but she's a forest fire. i do my best to meet her demands, play at romance, we slow dance in the living room, but all a stranger would see is one girl, swaying alone, stroking her cheek."

satanist by boygenius・jacqui velazquez 

“will you be a nihilist with me? if nothing matters, man, that’s a relief…”

you're on your own, kid by taylor swift・parker walsh

"there were pages turned with the bridges burned, everything you lose is a step you take. so make the friendship bracelets, take the moment and taste it. you've got no reason to be afraid. you're on your own kid. yeah, you can face this..."

river by leon bridges・malik wright 

"as my sins flow down the jordan, oh, i wanna come near ya and give ya every part of me. but there's blood in my hands, and my lips aren't clean..."

tolerate it by taylor swift・mari zuko

“i made you my temple, my mural, my sky. now i’m begging for footnotes in the story of your life.”

[hawkbutt]

Chapters: 7/? (Currently) Fandom: 9-1-1 (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Categories: M/M Relationships: Evan “Buck” Buckley/Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV) Characters: Evan "Buck" Buckley, Eddie Diaz , Bobby Nash, Howie "Chimney" Han, Christopher Diaz , Isabel Diaz , Maddie Buckley, Henrietta "Hen" Wilson, will add more characters as they appear Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Hockey, Friends to Lovers, Mentions of Real Hockey Players, Slow Burn, Christopher Diaz is a National Treasure, Getting to Know Each Other. Language:English

Summary: Evan Buckley had risen at dawn on the final day before the trade deadline, his heart pounding with anticipation and a slight twinge of anxiety. He found solace in the no-movement clause in his contract, which secured his place on the team. Despite his towering 6'2" frame, his heart was heavy with worry about the fate of his teammates he’d grown to care for. He diligently completed his daily morning workout, and then, after a swift, refreshing shower, he prepared for the impending morning skate, knowing that time was of the essence. --- AKA - Another 9-1-1 Hockey AU