#Jeremy Pelt

[jazzandother-blog]

Rick Germanson - piano

Wayne Escoffery - tenor & soprano sax

Jeremy Pelt - trumpet

Gerald Cannon - bass

Ralph Peterson Jr. - drums

Carolyn Leonhart - vocals

Album - Intuition

Recorded at Nola Recording Studio, NY 2003 by Bill Moss

2004 Nagel Heyer Records

[didierleclair]

JEREMY PELT, JAZZ.

[donospl]

Co w jazzie piszczy [sezon 2 odcinek 32]

premierowa emisja 11 września 2024 – 18:00 Graliśmy: Norma Winstone, Kit Downes “Black Is the Colour” z albumu “Outpost of Dreams” -– ECM Records Enrico Rava “Bell Flower” z albumu “Fearless Five” – Parco Della Musica Records Claudio Scolari Project “Celestial Revelation” z albumu “Opera 8” Natsuki Tamura & Satoko Fuji “Traveling Bird” z albumu “Aloft” – Libra Recirds Ivo Perelman / Aruan…

[musictyme]

Jermery Pelt - There'll Be Other Times

[ulrichgebert]

Im Konzert gewesen. Jeremy Pelt hält wieder einmal Hof.

[royal-confessions]

“Jeremy Kyle said Meghan should be pushed down a well, Eamonn Holmes wanted to push Meghan off a balcony, Piers Morgan wrote that Harry and Meghan should be dismembered and lets not forget Jeremy Clarkson wanting to have excrement pelted at Meghan… so for those who claim that Kate or other royal ladies suffered the same amount of abuse as Meghan - nah, I don't think so.” - Submitted by Anonymous

[knickknacksandallthat]

hi! i was just wondering if you still plan on continuing with once in a blue moon, or any of the other fics that were part of the falling star series?🥺 completely understand if you've been needing a break or if it's not happening anymore, i was just curious and i miss the boys <3

I SO AM!! Thank you for asking, anon!! Because I MISS THEM, TOO 😭

I can confidently state that Jean's POV is done at this point, and I am now in the midst of Jeremy's 🥰. And to prove I'm not lying, here - have some Jeremy angst 🤣:

Jeremy heaves out a breath. He whips away from her before turning back. “How long?”  Laila winces again, and Jeremy knows. He knows without her having to say anything, so he snags his backpack from the chair and immediately starts walking.  “Jer!” he hears Laila call behind him, but he doesn’t stop. He walks and walks, feet burning across the pavement until he reaches his jeep. He throws his backpack in, puts the vehicle in drive, and whips out of the parking lot. Minutes later, he’s racing down the highway. He hunches over the steering wheel, his back curved, and his hands gripping the steering wheel so tight that his joints ache from the pressure. So he purposefully straightens his spine and takes deep breaths in. He blasts his music over the speakers, the bass thumping so loud that it drowns out all his thoughts. A sheen develops over his skin from sweat, the sun pelting down on him, and it’s good. The discomfort is good; anything to distract him from the downward spiral his whirling brain threatens to plunge into.  A little over an hour later, he pulls into the parking lot of Corona Del Mar State Beach Park and lays his head against the wheel, breathing in the salty sea air. He stays there for a good five minutes before he opens the car door and wanders down the path toward the beach.  Once he reaches the end of the wooden pier, he takes off his sandals and feels the soft crunch of sand beneath his feet, wiggling in between his toes. His hands brush over the feathered heads of the dune grass as he walks until the waves come into view. Soft, white sand gives way to a firmer landscape, brown and water-laden, with a rogue shell appearing here and there. He walks along the coastline until he finds a cozy little craig of rock, barely touched by the soft swell of sea waves. There, he takes a seat before he pulls out his phone and makes a call.  “Jeremy. Hey,” Kevin answers on the other line. “What’s up?”  Immediately, Jeremy hears a racket in the background; a bunch of whistling, kissing noises, and teasing, lilting tones burst through the speaker that have Kevin hissing.  Jeremy smiles a little at the teasing before he answers softly, “Hey.”  There’s a slight pause. Then, the noises in the background fade away, and Kevin clearly moves somewhere quieter. His volume matches Jeremy’s tone when he finally answers. “Jeremy? What’s the matter? Is something wrong?”

[starlightswordfight]

"jeremy if this is another hc post I'm going to kill you" bad news

castaway nonsense PART TWO

– schnauz is deathly afraid of water. it unsettles him deeply, largely because of past experience. do you SEE his treasure catalogue entry for the blue paint?? who "swims out" for the "last time" in a swimming pool???? someone fucking DIED

– on a slightly similar note, he laughs when he's nervous!

– he is Perpetually Nervous

– I think molly would REALLY like the evil skeleton wizard memes that have taken over my brain for the past several years. "not me being evil shadow skull" and no one knows what the fuck she's talking about

– molly writes fanfiction

– will let people borrow her camera if you ask nicely

– speaking of molly. her and patch and dash should be best friends forever. same home planet and they all do stupid shit. jin is also involved and they're the voice of reason

– dash has a lot of fidget toys. on him at all times

– wears those jackets where it's just an anime character wrapped around them all the way all bizarre like. he doesn't think it's a good design by any means it's just really funny

– frisé's favorite instrument is the didgeridoo

– also she's intersex. I can do whatever I want

– hitting frisé with the singing/humming/tapping on stuff as stims beam

– construction work is super fucking loud so I think corgwin just would not be bothered by sudden/incredible noise anymore. it just reads as background stuff to him! that or he like genuinely isn't picking up on some of it at all, it doesn't register. frequent tinnitus haver. he might be going deaf

– corgwin is tumblr famous. the pikmin universe tumblr equivalent anyway. inspired by the headcanon generator that told us in the pikmin server I'm in that charlie lit a school on fire and got away with it and that the rescue corps killed princess diana

– think about it. he'd share fun building facts. niche internet micro celebrity and everybody loves him

– lapi is also tumblr famous

– he likes frolicking around outside For Enrichment but he also does it in the rain and sometimes comes home sick

– guilty of making sketchbooks into renderbooks and taking several years to complete them. "but it has to be perfect" That Is The Devil Talking

– horatio is not immune to the fog

– he has a VERY specific skillset. like. like stupid specific. the guy is the most proficient xylophonist you've ever met but he can't cook. knows how aeronautics works but his phone call game is BAD. give him an old movie from decades back and he can tell you what it is and who acted in it and exactly where he was when he first saw it, easily. if you ask him for directions anywhere he'll crumble and die

– he wrote his ID badge like that. it was fully and completely on purpose. horatio thinks it's funny as hell

– françois really likes bugs! sees them all the time in his work even if his studies are flora centric. while on pnf-404 he probably talks about it a LOT with dalmo. botany/environmental science major who minored in entomology

– I just do not think he'd be afraid of them and that is beautiful. he allows nothing to dissuade him. he has pet spiders it is wonderful

– OKAY YOU KNOW THOSE THINGS YOU CAN GET AT THE KENNEDY SPACE CENTER AND IN OTHER PLACES WHERE IT'S LIKE ROCK SAMPLES FROM FOREIGN SPACE BODIES?? AM I INSANE??? in the little capsules and shit ????? yeah kit has those

– astrophysics lover. adores space science. worked at a planetarium before meeting osa. I don't remember if this contradicts the established lore and I am too tired to go back and check so if im wrong you can pelt me with stones and tomato

– osa lets him ramble on about it but in all honesty he does not know what the fuck kit is talking about half the time ever. ever

– vice versa! osa also has a huge nerd thing and it's world history. which makes sense for an archaeologist. I don't mean modern history either I mean ANCIENT

– fawks would unironically endorse the idea of a cybertruck but it never comes to fruition because everyone says it's stupid and he feels insulted and he gives up and sulks about it

– but he'd specialize. I know he would. he gets specific with it. good for him! my money is on prehistoric archaeology, stuff back before written text, and language, and any history that could be recorded with the power of words. which is why travelling to pnf-404 was so fucking important to him, he's been trying to construct something that would fill in the gaps of that lost starfolk history and this WAS the exact sort of thing that he was looking for

– technically they're doing geoarchaeology together. yes that's a subfield

– he is a tech bro and everybody thinks this is stupid and dumb also

– chewy

[fawncr33k]

ayeee take my motherfluffin book

maybe I'll publish it one day aiming for 42 chapters

Chapter one: Shattered Hope

Snow drifted slowly to the ground, coating the trees in white powder. Crunching filled the air as a fox came into view. However, she doesn't look like a typical feral fox. An anthropomorphic looking animal, she rubbed her nose with the back of her hand, blood smearing. A bluish-white fox tagged along behind her, a small branch clasped in her paws.”Luna, you want a snack?” The white fox queried. Luna, the blueish fox, nodded. “Thanks, Mom.” Luna cast a thankful glance, taking the offered piece of jerky.

“Kitsune!”

A voice rang out through the still air, reaching the duo quickly. A navy blue skunk, also anthropomorphic like the two, bounded up to them. His sage green gaze filled with love. “Amor!” He lifted Kitsune into his arms, his lips connecting with her cheek. He yanked Luna into a tight, loving hug, purring. “Hey, kiddo!” He smiled. “Dad!” Luna mrrfed indignantly. Kitsune nuzzled into the skunk's short neck scruff. “Sammy…” Kitsune purred lovingly. “We finished the patrol, Oliver got into a fight with Mom again.” Luna huffed, anger boiling under her pelt. Sammy narrowed his eyes into the distance. “Alright, let's head home. It's getting late.” He began. Seeing their tired faces, he tried lightening the mood. “I made spaghetti!” He attempts to lighten the air. Kitsune purrs, seemingly content with being held close to her lover. Luna was uninterested, rubbing a cut above her eyebrow. Sammy led the way back to the house. Two other anthropomorphic animals were sitting on the couch, and both simultaneously turned their heads to look at the trio. Kitsune steps down from Sammy's arms and walks over to the two children. “Hey, Evelyn, Nebula.”

Kitsune murmurs, brushing her muzzle against the two's foreheads. Evelyn, the white skunk-fox hybrid, met her mothers nose with her own. Nebula, the baby blue skafunx purred and grabbed Kitsune's snout. Kitsune heard a sharp, joyful knock. She approached the door, twisting and pulling the door handle. “Jeremy! Felix! …Jinx?” Kitsune listed the three people in front of her. “Jinx? What are you doing here? I mean, I know Jeremy and Felix are here to drop off mail, but you?” Kitsune muttered. Jinx rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “So, uh… My king, Emperor Scarab, he… came to help. Your kingdom.” Jinx blurted out. Jeremy and Felix edge away, running to the camp. “Does he want me there? Did I aggravate him?” Kitsune scratches behind her ear, worried. Jinx grabbed her hand. “You didn't aggravate him, but they do want you there. Right now, they're passing time with tea and gossip.” Jinx quickly grabbed her hand and ran to the castle. Kitsune let go of his hand and quickly overtook him in speed. Jinx used his staff to vault over the river, Kitsune taking the bridge. They pushed open the doors to the throne room, Kitsune slammed her foot down in the room first. “I WIN!” The two royals, Queen Catherine and King Scarab glance over. “Your majesties! I- uh, we were just-” Kitsune sputtered. Jinx patted her back. “We've arrived!” He flourished. A dark presence stepped out from the shadows, grabbing them both by the shoulders. Kitsune froze, a horrid shiver running down her spine. Jinx quickly whipped around, swinging his staff towards the intruder with threatening ferocity. The intruder, a gray wolf with piercing yellow eyes, caught the staff.

“Try to hit me with that staff again, I'll shove it down your throat.” The wolf spat. “Oliver.” Jinx hissed. “Jinx. Kitsune.” Oliver's voice lowered as he said the foxes name. Kitsune made her way over to the queen, her tail bushed. “Queen Veneno.” Kitsune bows to the Bluebell Kingdom queen. Queen Veneno scoffed. Kitsune begins to open her jaws, fury in her eyes. Jinx reacts fast and snaps her jaws shut. “Haha, sorry Queen Veneno! She's just a little crabby today, not her fault.” Jinx quickly drags Kitsune behind a pillar. The royals look over with interested faces. “Are they going to kiss?” Queen Veneno ponders. King Scarab raises an eyebrow at the two. “I mean, Jinx has always been a bit touchy, not in a bad way, with Kitsune. Queen Catherine chuckles, not letting either of them know Kitsune is married.

“What was that?!” Jinx whisper-yells. He clenched her shoulders. “You know Oliver would kill you in a heartbeat!” Kitsune thrashes her tail, aggravation leaking through. “She scoffed at me!” She hissed back. “Oh, would I now?” Oliver loomed over Jinx. Jinx yelped, instinctively swinging his staff and smacking Oliver in the face. Oliver snarled in pain and fury, lashing out and slashing Jinx across the face. “Ow, you motherfucker!” Jinx clutched his face. Swiftly, Oliver grabbed Jinx's staff and raised it above his throat. “Oliver, no!” Kitsune shrieked. As the staff came down, Kitsune slammed into him, causing him to get knocked over. They squabble for a few minutes, before Oliver slammed her against the pillar, looming over her. Kitsune’s face flashed red. “No, no, no!” Kitsune struggled, hyperventilating. Oliver raised his claws, but got quickly intercepted by Jinx. “BACK OFF, BITCH!” He snarled. “WHAT IS ALL THE SHOUTING?!” King Scarab roared. Kitsune, Oliver, and Jinx all flinch consecutively. The tall king stormed his way over to the pillar. Oliver took the moment to quickly slam Kitsune's head against the marble floor. “NO!” Jinx screamed. King Scarab grabbed Oliver by the scruff, pushing his muzzle against the floor. “QUEEN VENENO, LEAVE THE SAGE KINGDOM NOW!” He shouted.

“Why should I?!” Queen Veneno shouted back. “YOUR GENERAL JUST ATTACKED OURS!” King Scarab shouted.  Queen Veneno scoffed and grabbed Oliver. “I never wanted to stop this war anyways!” Queen Veneno shouted. She stormed out. Jinx clutched Kitsune close, blood from his cheek dripping onto her chest. “No, no, no, no, no!” Jinx shouted. Queen Catherine rushed over, kneeling next to Kitsune. “Oh my goodness, she's bleeding…” She whispered, mortified. Jinx laid Kitsune against the pillar and pulled out a satchel. “Is Kitsune allergic to desert daisies?” Queen Catherine shook her head. Jinx quickly took out a bundle of the flower and shoved it into Kitsune's mouth. After a couple minutes, Kitsune spat the flowers out, coughing. “W-what… what the f-fuck was that?” Kitsune murmured. Jinx pulled her into a tight hug, sobbing. “Great Bane, Kitsune I thought you died!” Jinx whispered. King Scarab glanced at the duo with a raised eyebrow. “Are you sure they aren't at least, you know?” King Scarab motioned. Queen Catherine chuckled. “You'll find out.” King Scarab nudged Jinx forwards. “Are… you two going to kiss?” King Scarab asked. Jinx slowly turned around with a pale face and monotone expression. “You want us to do what?” King Scarab looked away. “Do you not like Kitsune in that way?”

“Apologies for my language, BUT FUCK NO!” Jinx shouted. He yanked Kitsune close to his chest. “We are merely platonic!” Kitsune's face turns redder. “Kitsune's face isn't exactly proving your point.” Jinx quickly shoved Kitsune away. Kitsune clung to his skinny frame. Jinx blushed a dark red. “Give us a moment, your majesties.” He chuckled sheepishly. King Scarab watched them move out of the room. “I'm gonna say it.” Queen Catherine looked over. “Don't you fucking dare.”

“Wear protection!” King Scarab shouted. “YOUR MAJESTY!” Jinx shouted. “FOR THE LOVE OF FUCKING- AGH!” Jinx clutches his curly lavender hair. Kitsune rubs the back of her head. “I-Is this blood?” Jinx slides over. “Unfortunately, yes. But! The bleeding isn't horrible, and I have a first aid kit!” Kitsune sighed and hunched forward. “Don't do that, you'll screw your posture.” Jinx murmurs, pressing a bandage to the back of her head. Jinx slides his hands to her cheeks in a motherly way. “Hey, don't worry, just be careful around him. Ok?”

“Ok.”

[donospl]

Co w jazzie piszczy [sezon 2 odcinek 23]

premierowa emisja 26 czerwca 2024 – 18:00 Graliśmy: Layale Chaker & Sarafand ft. Sam Minaie “Sketch – Unraveled” z albumu “Radio Afloat” – Circle Records Kenny Barron “… In A Morning Sunrise” z albumu “Beyond This Place”  – Artwork Records Zaccai Curtis “Contour” z albumu “Cubop Lives!” – Truth Revolution Recording Collective Jeremy Pelt “People” z albumu “Tomorrow’s Another Day” – High Note…

[kevindavidson]

Kevin Day Cooks

About three years after going Pro, Kevin gets bored in a sense. Exy has been his life for so long that at 26, he wants something new. But the only other passion he has is history but even that isn’t enough to settle him. So he searches for another hobby and finds one that he’s actually good at. 

At the Nest all meals were prepared and made by the team so Kevin had been cooking since age seven, casually. it was self preservation to him, nutrition only. Until Abby asked him the history behind the meal they were eating at family dinner and...he didn’t know. Kevin sat at a loss for a long few minutes because he knew so much about history, but he’s forgotten the most important part. 

Food.

It brought people together and tore them apart all the same but it was the one thing that tied everything together. forget religion, and work, food was what made the world. Without it, no one would exist.

He started learning where dishes came from, and the cultural history behind them. He asked Jean about French dishes, and Jeremy about southern ones, and whenever he crossed paths with someone visibly not from the States, he asked them their favorite meal so he could learn both how to make it and the history. 

Due to all this cramming, the facts started pouring out of him very quickly. Andrew, Neil, Jean, and every other player on his team got very fed up very quickly. It was Bee who suggested he share it. The blog idea was shut down, as was the guest starring on a cooking show because Abby said that he wouldn’t be able to ramble like he tended to do.

So, Youtube. He created a Youtube, watched a few hundred videos on how to edit, and other cooking videos for an idea of what he was supposed to do, and got to work. He started easy, a dish anyone could make - Garlic Bread. he chattered on about the timeline and history of the bread while mixing ingredients, kneading the dough - sleeves rolled up his forearms because Nicky said it would get views from Non-Exy watchers if he did that. 

Immaculately dressed in slacks and a flannel, Kevin Day made Garlic Bread while babbling on about the history of Ancient Rome, 15th Century Italy, Bruschetta, and the new Italian-American version of the food. He edited it, posted it, and by the time he woke up the next morning it had over a million views, had been written about in dozens of articles, and was all over twitter. most especially being dragged through the mud by the Foxes for the shots of him bending over to but the bread in the oven and slight muscle flexing. Allison coined it “Borderline Fanservice”

Kevin didn’t care. He liked that people wanted to hear him talk about history while also being able to indulge in cooking for more than simply needing nutrition. As the channel grew people started recognizing him as Kevin Day the Youtube cooking man almost as much as they did Kevin Day the son of Exy.

One video turned to two to three and so on and so forth. 

As it grew cameos were made. 

While making brownies and blabbering about Bertha Palmer, Andrew sat cross legged on the counter just barely in frame with a cat in his lap wearing plaid pajama bottoms and what was clearly a Palmetto hoodie with JOSTEN across the shoulders - how the Josten-Minyard Rivalry was outed as the Josten-Minyard Romance. The press had a field day. The video also factures not only Andrew pelting Kevin with chocolate chips throughout the video, zeroing in on Kevins ass when he bent to put them in the oven, but the ‘keeper pouring an extra half bag of chocolate chips into the batter when Kevin wasn’t looking whilst wearing what some fans deemed a smile.

When Kevin chose the Dobson Schnitzel recipe, he invited Bee onto the channel and pretty much smiled at her the entire time she talked about the origins of the recipe. Her great-great grand mother, and her proud Jewish roots. (Whenever asked about his favorite episode, Kevin always says its that one.)

He posts a Cooking w/ Dad video in which Wymack cracks not one, not two, but five different smiles at his son while they make regular old chocolate chip cookies as they should have been doing when Kevin was eight and had a bad day instead of Kevin working through injuries on a court and Wymack grieving Kayleigh during PT while feelings for his therapist bloomed.

There’s a few dozen videos that Aaron just pops in every once in a while to watch Kevin work. In one he’s arm crossed, practically a statue off to one side. In another he’s wearing scrubs, dead on his feet, and stealing a bite off Kevin’s plate and humming in approval. He’s passing through the kitchen and swiping frosting from the piping bag, or staring diligently at the coffee machine pulling an espresso shot too slowly for his liking. In every video Aaron appears in Kevin always has this dopey look on his face until Aaron is gone in the next cut, in every video there is some type of soft physical touch, and an air of domesticity that leads the press to talk and receive absolutely no answers.

Dan and Matt pop in from time to time, passing through the kitchen during a kitchen party for the OG Foxes and their partners. There’s Allison sitting on the counter, phone in one hand, lipstick in the other, applying a new layer with Renee leaning into her, back to Allisions chest. (The fans and press have already taken notice that Renee always puts her back to a wall and find this little event to be something to look into.)

There’s always Neil. Neil in the background, Neil stealing food, Neil trying to pester Kevin about stats that lead to such a big conversation that Kevin forgets what he’s going and has to record a voice over for the rest of it - the fans pester him to post the original sound and it doubles the views of the first. Neil staring at the finished cooled apple pie, glancing at Kevin, and just bashing Kevin face into it so hard the pan cracks in half. Neil and Aaron, who was also in the shot, both fell to the floor laughing. 

Abby cameoed some of the time which led toward Abby gaining a large following. Mother Abby everyone called her for the motherly way she fretted about Kevin, of which Kevin reveled in. She became the only other “Celebrity” on Tumblr besides Neil Gaiman. Ask about the Foxes, Wymack, herself and much more flooded. Everyone loved Abby, and Abby loved sharing her people to the world. she liked cracking open the door to shoe them that their heroes - Andrew, Kevin, Matt, Jean, Jeremy, Neil - were just people after all. 

Matt could sing. Kevin pouted when he burned himself on the stove. Jean shouted in French whenever annoyed. Jeremy had a knack for finding every corner to bash his toes into. Andrew’s diet consisted of sugar, caffeine, some more caffeine, and spite. Neil never shut up about Exy.

As the years went on and children happened, they started showing up. Kevin’s hair went gray, he retired, he and Aaron adopted four kids from the system who couldn’t wait to be Foxes, Dan and Matts kids loved coming on the channel. The channel made for more than just a hobby for Kevin, it became a home. A recording of the life and family he’d made for himself by simply having the spine to say, “No.” Once in his miserable life.

Kevin Day, a six time Olympic Gold Medal Champion, Son of Exy, and the best Striker in the world would forever say to anyone who asked that his greatest accomplishment wasn’t his medals, or his skill, or Exy. It was his channel.

Just...Kevin Day finding that he was worth more than Exy by being a perfect househusband.

[merrilark]

writing request guidelines

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✧— reader-inserts (in third person instead of y/n format) ✧— suggestive scenes ✧— heavy whump ✧— crossovers ✧— alternate universes ✧— fix-its ✧— most genres ✧— open to canon x canon ships no matter how cracky ✧— fics based on inbox memes or songs ✧— asks answered ic from the pov of a fictional character

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x— your ocs unless we're friends and i am familiar with them x— explicit smut x— fic that heavily focuses on pregnancy or childbirth, especially mpreg x— fics for fandoms not on my active fandom list

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fandoms and characters i will write for! (bolded characters denote who i am most interested in; strikethroughs indicate that requests for that franchise or character are temporarily closed)

✧— bad samaritan ↪ cale erendreich, derek sandoval, katie hopgood, sean falco ✧— the mentalist ↪ grace van pelt, patrick jane ✧— misfits ↪ alisha daniels, curtis donovan, jamie young, jeremy, kelly bailey, louise young, mike young, nathan young, ollie, simon bellamy ✧— my little pony: friendship is magic ↪ applejack, fluttershy ✧— red riding trilogy ↪ barry "bj" anderson, eddie dunford ✧— season of the witch ↪ kay ✧— the song of sway lake ↪ charlotte sway, nikolai, ollie sway ✧— sonic the hedgehog ↪ amy, bunnie rabbot, cream, emerl, maria robotnik, omega, rouge, shadow, sonic, tails, tikal, vanilla ✧— the umbrella academy ↪ allison hargreeves, ben hargreeves (umbrella or sparrow), diego hargreeves, grace hargreeves, klaus hargreeves, luther hargreeves, reginald hargreeves, viktor hargreeves (open to writing viktor pre-transition as well) ✧— wanted: dead or alive ↪ jason nichols, josh randall

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[kaizsche]

i heard you called for me?

(fic title is tentative as of the moment) it may not be a friday today, but here's a snippet inspired by a writing/dialogue prompt i stumbled upon for a kolena fic wip which i am very excited to write!!! @katherineholmes here's a fic snip for you, vis! thanks for listening to me ranting about this the other day. love ya lots! &lt;3

She wakes up to Jeremy’s face hovering above her.

“Asshole.”

Jeremy chuckles, backing away from her bed. “Mom told me to wake you up—” He pauses at the sight of tears running down her face. “Hey, why’re you crying?”

“I…” Her throat feels dry all of a sudden. Like she has spent months without drinking water. “I don’t know.”

Jeremy looks at her through narrowed, concerned eyes and sighs. “Go and get dressed. Mom and Dad’s gonna be out later than expected.”

Following Jeremy outside, she spots the calendar marked with a star. “Right. It’s for that fundraiser party in Whitmore.”

Jenna’s a fluttering mess downstairs, darting back and forth from the smoky pan and beeping microwave. The Gilbert siblings’ banter comes to a stop by the doorway. 

The microwave explodes and the fire sprinklers pelts down overhead. 

“Could you help me, please?”

—

Jenna, Elena, and Jeremy rush inside the empty hallways, well-aware of the eyes following them. 

“I’m sorry you guys were late.” Jenna apologises, shielding her face away from the inquisitive stares of the teachers. 

Jeremy shrugs, finding it convenient he was able to skip Tanner’s class. “It’s fine—”

“Gilbert!” 

Speak of the devil and he shall appear. 

Tanner’s face is twisted in annoyance. “Late again, Gilbert?”

“What does he mean by ‘again’, Jeremy?” Jenna says through gritted teeth, watching as the aforementioned History teacher trudges towards them.

The commotion drowns in her ears. Muffled and painful like someone placed cotton balls in her ears…

Bubble

Bubble

Bubble

No—to be precise, it felt like she was drow—

Her eyes picks up a familiar face amidst the crowd. 

Dressed in tattered clothes unfit for a casual Friday morning class. Auburn hair in disarray, like he had slept for a several hundred years and never bothered to brush his hair. 

But…

It’s his eyes. There’s something familiar to him. His face—It’s something she has seen before and something she hasn’t also seen yet.

He stared at her. Unwavering, glinting in something akin to chaos. 

Elena takes a leap. A single step forward is all it takes for the world to turn to dust.

It’s only them in this place now.

And somehow, it felt familiar. It didn’t bother her at all that Jeremy’s gone, even Jenna. 

"Have we met before?"

He cocks his head at her, observing… pondering.

"In your dreams." He tells her, hands tucked in the pockets of his black trousers.

"You don't have to be a dick about it." She looks at him. Really looks at him. Elena notices a shadow under his feet. It’s pitch black, pooling, licking at his shoes. 

It follows him as he approaches her, leaving a stain on the pristine white floor. "No, I'm serious.” He stops, a mere three feet before her. “Haven't you noticed your dreams are a bit different yet?"

He smirks and it sets her on edge.

“Run, Katerina!”

[princessmadafu]

Unconfirmed news is no news

But on the other hand, no news is good news, right?

World politics aside, of course. Love to Ukraine.

We've had weeks of Harry demanding this and that before he condescends to go to his dad's Coronation; Meghan's upset at not being consulted, not to mention being ridiculed by South Park (ye gods, it was a brilliant episode!). No no no, wait, they're going to the Coronation, no wait, they're not going to the Coronation. He demands an apology for not being born first. He's only a Spare. Waaagh!

Bit of an insult to all the second-born babies who've succeeded in life without whinging all over the place.

So their popularity has plummeted in the US, but their Netflix thing is 3rd most streamed, and Samantha's suing but Meghan has lawyers who wear Big Boy Panties, oh and the Big Boy Panty Lawyers are checking out South Park for symptoms of being mean to Meghan because Meghan doesn't wear Big Girl Panties and cries on cue when Jeremy Clarkson says he loathes her and wants to see her pelted Game of Thrones-style with big handfuls of poop-bombs.

Poop-bombs work best if they're nice and runny, by the way; add a teaspoon of baking soda and a squirt of lemon juice if you want extra splatteriness. Though to be honest, it'd be a waste of good poop. Useful stuff, poop; plants love it. I'm woffling again, amn't I?

I mean, their PR is all so ridiculous now.

So predictable. So boring. So uninspiring.

Talking of poop, I've been spending the past couple of weeks prepping the garden for spring, insulating my cold-frames and planting my earlies. One of the sons came home with Covid, so I was keeping away from my vulnerable neighbours and spending my time outdoors in the fresh healthy country air. I've always found fresh air and exercise are my friends. I'd hate to be stuck in a stuffy office with closed windows and the central heating on full blast. Total germfest.

Give me a shovel and a wheelbarrow full of manure any day!

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nova bennett & rory gilbert. bad days, emotional hurt/comfort.

Rory was on the couch, curled up as small as she could make herself.

She could faintly smell the scent of coffee in the air, no doubt Nova making herself some aside from whatever was making her do that much of a racket.

She couldn't bring herself to move, to go see what the slightly older girl was doing. Could only bring herself to listen as she stared blankly at the tv. Things around town had been so chaotic lately, she was almost overwhelmed by it all. Today had been especially hard, with a new monthly anniversary since her parents death. Jeremy had asked for space and of course, she couldn't bring herself to say no to him. She didn't care what Elena was doing, things had been rather tense between them since the funeral. If perhaps before even then, honestly.

Rory had planned to hole up in the house, alone. Have a good cry, maybe stuff her face with pizza or something.

That's, of course, when she got a message from one Miss Nova Bennett to get her ass ready so she could pick her up. As one of Elena's friends, the Gilbert twins had gotten used to the Bennett twins being around while growing up. They weren't particularly close, friendly certainly, if a little closer to Nova than Bonnie. The other could almost be considered the crazy aunt, or maybe sister given the age difference. She was always there to pick Jeremy and Rory up if they needed it, kept Jeremy from doing dumb things even when his twin couldn't stop him, listened to Rory when she needed to talk to someone that wasn't her brother, let them do stupid stuff like try edibles, with her supervision of course, instead of getting in their cases like Elena would have.

It was comfortable, and comforting. To know there was someone they could go to and find no judgment. Well, maybe some, but still.

Her thoughts came to a halt as a hand held a cup of cold cocoa towards her. She hadn't even noticed the ruckus stopped. Uncurling so she could sit up and grab the cup, she quietly thanked her. Nova set a plate with cookies and her own cup on the coffee table, before sitting next to her. All of it without a word, just knowing she didn't want to talk. Not yet.

She took a sip of the cocoa and relaxed, it tasted like home. Like mom's hand running through her hair, like dad's hugs.

Rory burst into tears.

Nova snatched her drink and set it down, pulling the younger girl down to rest her head on her lap. She still didn't say anything, knew there was nothing she could say to Rory right now that would help, if she even wanted to hear it at all. Instead she rubbed circles on her back, her sweater feeling soft to one of Nova's hands while the other rested on brunette tresses.

They basked in each other's warmth, the silence permeating the house only broken by Rory's cries.

Outside the rain continued to pelt, raindrops sliding down the windows as if the skies were crying too.

my most grateful, loving thanks to lovely @sunlitscribe, for always putting up with me and my incoherent thoughts lol 🥺