#One Day Out Next Day In Service Quincy | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

yarugawitch · 1 year

Text

Nnoitra/reader: Non-specific SFW and NSFW headcanons

Copied from my main acc. Was originally a request. As I said in the original post I think I was a bit dry because imo the dynamic with him heavily depends on the circumstances so you can always leave a request for something more specific or for AU headcanons :3c

>Masterpost

SFW:

He'd deny having any feelings even to himself but he'd be so terribly obnoxious with it that it's literally impossible not to notice. He's too clingy, too possessive, too annoying, too prone to jealousy and likes to get in your face both literally and figuratively. There's no such thing as personal space for this man I fear. Grabbing you by the wrists? Yes. Tugging at your ears? Yeah. Leaning closer to grab you by the face or annoyingly lick it if you're not paying attention? Sure

He's in a constant battle with himself and gives mixed messages all the time. At some point Nnoitra can hint at something or make a borderline romantic/sexual comment but once you confront him or make your own move he'd just hit you with his usual "What the hell are you saying?!" bs. The gaslighting is so real. Nnoitra is like an aggressive cat that yearns for affection with this one. He keeps you at arm's length and even though it's obvious he wants something - trying to get close when he's not ready will result in a nasty scratch

Calling someone he doesn't hate by their name is very intimate to him. So usually it's just "hey you", "idiot", "woman", "human", "shinigami", "quincy", etc.

Nnoitra suffers from cute aggression. There's nothing he'd actually consider cute in this situation of course but if something you did made him feel a little too much or he just happened to be next to you for too long his first immediate response is to want to squash you, break one of your limbs or bite a chunk out of you. Both because he can't deal with his own emotions and because "how fucking dare you"

Both him and Jaegerjaquez are very sensitive to smell and to Nnoitra your scent is very calming. I don't think he's desperate enough to constantly follow you and sniff you lmao but he's definitely stealing something that belongs to you for later. If you're fortunate/unfortunate enough to have the fifth Espada as your roommate and you're away for too long he will rummage through your closet to make a nest out of your clothing or occupy your pillow

The way he sleeps in front of you and whether he does or not in general is very telling. Imo he's a very light and restless sleeper. Constantly on his toes even in his slumber. Eons in Hueco Mundo can do things to you. So if he doesn't take fetal position to hide his stomach with you, won't literally jump up at the slightest of sounds and naps in your presence sometimes - congrats

I think he'd confess only if the situation is so dire he'd rather die than not do this. Like for example if you're having a huge fight and you're so close to leaving he's almost shaking and ripping his hair out out of stress which doesn't happen a lot. Or if there's someone showing interest in you and they're very much successful at making you happy. Then it's a question of defending what he thinks is his even though he won't admit it. Would he actually try to kill the other person? I mean it depends really but if it's Grimmjow or Szayel then fucking sure. Any day. Anyone else is not that big of a competition. Even Ulquiorra. "I mean have you seen him? What a fucking nuisance. He makes me sick. As if he has a chance with anyone at all"

Speaking of which - would brag in front of you all the time

Once you're together he'll never leave and will always make sure others know you're taken. Well not at first of course but still

NSFW (heavily afab leaning)

Tbh I too can't imagine him as an aggressive alpha-dom-top (tm) if he actually has any feelings for the person. So a service top or a damn bottom it is

The worst size kink ever. He may constantly talk shit about people who are weaker, smaller or frailer than him but once feelings are involved he's aroused by the thought all of a sudden. I think his fingers are not the only thing that is unusually long so not fitting all the way in is not a problem for him - it's even better in fact

As fascinating as the thought of penetration may be to him I think foreplay is his favorite part. Mostly because making you squirm is fun but also because only here he can actually assert domination. After that he's just too soft

I don't care what anyone says this man is a MUNCH

So so painfully slow sometimes. If he's on top he would just stop to tease and watch your reaction. Other than that making the process as long as possible is one of his goals. It's not like he has no stamina - he has a lot of it actually but during sex he can be as intimate and as close to you as he wants to be because under normal circumstances he can't afford to put it into words without having to grab himself by the throat

Talks a lot. It's not exactly dirty talk (I don't like it I'm very sorry babes) but he loves saying nasty things and would comment on everything that is going on. Otherwise he's nervous

I'm convinced all of the arrancars must be infertile since they don't reproduce this way so. He likes finishing inside. He won't have it any other way. It's special to him because how are you even letting him do something like this? but he also shows affection this way

The more vocal his partner is the better. Everyone must know

I mentioned that he loves your scent before so yeahhh. I hope you don't mind stains on your clothes

#nnoitra gilga/reader #nnoitra/reader #nnoitra gilga x reader #nnoitra x reader

45 notes · View notes

atonalginger · 3 months

Text

Through Plasma and Flames, update #11

Chapter 11: Percolating Thoughts, is now live on ao3!

Dawn takes her first real rest in memory, reflecting on that fact and more. As she realizes she hasn't heard from Preston in a week and resolves to radio the Hills she and Vadim get a visitor.

You can find it on ao3 by clicking here!

To start from the very beginning you can click here.

Note: as of 7/8/2024 my fics have been set to registered users only. I apologize for the inconvenience.

and, as always, a short preview below the cut:

What was supposed to be one night before they all sat down to discuss plans turned into a weekend. Then a full week of rest. Once Dawn’s head hit her pillow in the former back office of the Red Rocket she was out like a light, her body demanding sleep, sleep, and more sleep. Vadim appeared more than happy to oblige that demand, bringing her food in bed and playing interference with the others as they came to check up on her.

At one point she woke up long enough to catch the tail end of a conversation between Vadim and Yefim over the ham radio. It was clear the rest of their talk had been a terse exchange, with their tones both clipped short as they spoke. In spite of that they were still showing concern for one another.

“I know you can find someone to manage the bar but it won’t be the same,” Yefim had said, “people are complaining and when they find out you plan to stay out there longer they may decide to go elsewhere.”

“Where would they go?” Vadim had asked with a chuckle, “we’re the only well stocked bar in Diamond City that will serve anyone who walks up. The noodle stand has beer but it’s stale and the robot cuts off customers after two. Wellington won’t serve anyone he deems undesirable. They’ll bitch and moan and then come crawling back when they realize the Dugout Inn is the only place to get a proper stiff drink.”

“Maybe you’re right,” Yefim was quiet for several beats, “Just don’t go getting yourself killed out there, alright? I can’t do this without you.”

“You hold all the brains between the two of us you’ll be fine.”

“That’s not what I meant and you know it,” Yefim had sighed, “both of you be careful.”

Vadim’s voice was soft, all irritation gone, “We will. You take care of yourself, Fima. I’ll send a bartender soon.”

“Find time to come home, Vadik,” Yefim had grumbled.

Dawn had begun to doze again before Vadim could see she’d been awake, barely alert enough to catch him adjusting her blankets and feel the loving kiss on her scarred cheek. She felt a pang of guilt as she drifted back to sleep over the pain she was causing Yefim. It was her fault his twin was out in the Commonwealth instead of safe behind the walls of old Fenway Park.

The week had been the longest she’d just rested since she could remember. Even before the bombs dropped Dawn had never really taken time to just rest and reset. There was always something that needed done, something to take care of, someplace to go. She always told herself later, after the next mission, after her contract was up, after she signed a lease. Then it was once she got her bearings, once she asked after Shaun and got a lead, once she got the Quincy refugees settled in the old cul-de-sac, once she got to Diamond City. Even when she stayed with the Bobrov’s in the Dugout Inn she found busy work to keep moving. Later was always just out of reach.

Her recovery at Bravo didn’t count in her mind. Nothing about the nagging pain, regular cleanings and check-ins felt like rest. Those two weeks were an internal fight to stay sane and recover. Long days left to plot and plan. Things she thought she’d be doing at the Red Rocket instead of resting in the dimly lit room in the back of the service station.

#Through Plasma and Flames #atonalginger writes #fo4 #sole survivor #fanfic #oc Dawn Faulkner #fallout 4 fanfic #Preston Garvey #Vadim Bobrov

4 notes · View notes

deltaemman18 · 1 year

Text

Home is Where the Heart is

youtube

Male Reader x Danielle Rose Russell

Its been 6 Weeks since you got back from deployment in Europe for 10 Months, You Are a US Army Aviator in the 2nd Combat Aviation Brigade of the 2nd Infantry Division, You and Danielle, Met during High School and Now Years later you both have your respected Jobs She Became an Actress and you Became a Warrant Officer in the US Army, Now that you're home you planned to surprise her on set on her TV Show Legacies and you were shocked to hear it's their last day of filming of their Final Season and you picked the perfect moment to surprise her, You Put on your Service Uniform and you brought her a Bouquet of Red Roses now you are all set and you called your good friend to tell her that you are going to surprise her.

A/N: (Talking to Kaylee on the Phone) Hey Kaylee just don't tell her okay, I don't want to ruin this Moment.

Kaylee: (On the Other End) I will I promise, I'm going to tell the others too but don't worry, I will not tell your plan to Dani.

A/N: Okay Bye Bud (Puts the Phone down)

Jenny: Who did you talked to on the Phone?

Kaylee: It's "A/N" he is going to surprise Dani, Please don't tell Dani About it only our other friends on set would do.

Jenny: Got it, Let's wrap this last scene.

Danielle: You guys Ready?

Quincy: (Hesitant to tell Her) Yep let's go

Meanwhile:

CW2. Lucas: So bud you got what you need

A/N: Yep and I Can't wait to surprise her on her show, I think they are filming the Last season of the Show.

CW2. Mayfield: We are coming up on set (Sees Matthew & Lulu pointing them were to park) I see Matthew & Lulu They are telling us to park it over there.

A/N: Guys drop me off over here (Fixes himself and Steps out of the Car) I see you guys later

Lulu: (Sees A/N moving towards them and Gives A/N a hug) Glad you are here nice Uniform Bud.

Matthew: Thank you for your Service A/N glad you made it home.

A/N: Where is she? I can't wait to see her

Candice: (Sees A/N all dressed in his US Army Service Uniform and Gives A/N a Hug) This way come on follow me.

A/N: Lead the way mam.

As you walk in on the set they are about to wrap up the last scene of the Show, You get behind Candice as you walked inside the Set, Everyone is real quiet and everyone is filming Dani's Last scene and you waited for your moment to Happen:

Kaylee: (Sees A/N and Messages Courtney and gives a Wink to A/N)

Director: and Cut!!! that's A wrap

As everyone on set cheered for their final scene everyone gave each other a hug, and some of the cast members cried, While all of this is happening you are Ready to Approach Danielle on set.

Kaylee: (Hugs Danielle and Jenny) Actually guys there is a Visitor who came in to see this happening and Danielle you might knew him

Jenny: Come on Out CW2. "A/N"

Everyone: Clapping and Cheering

As you walk up to Danielle you see her crying and runs towards you without missing a Beat Gives you a Tight hug and Unbeknownst to you she Missed you a lot and gives you a Kiss on the Lips, You were shocked that this Happened and you didn't care because all you could think of is enjoying the moment.

Few Minutes Later.

A/N: I got you something (Gives the Bouquet of Red Roses)

Danielle: Ugh!! How Sweet you are (Gives you a Hug and Peck on the Cheek)

CW2. Lucas: (Checks the Video that he Captured) Well this scene will be one Heck Highlight Reel.

CW2. Mayfield: Yep and My Photo that the Two Kissed each other is going to the Album.

A/N: Oh you two saw it also.

CW2. Lucas: Yeah Chief!.

Danielle: So what's next Babe? I missed you so much and I want to do something right now.

A/N: Let's go home to watch the Finale of your show together with the Entire Cast.

CW2: Mayfield: Can we come on along also.

A/N: Sure thing! Well let's go home then Shall we.

After the Surprise you went home along with your two Buddies From the Army and Danielle and made up some lost times and together you watched the Final season of your Girlfriends Show, 5 weeks later you began dating and 1 month later you and Danielle became a couple, You enjoyed every moment that you and Danielle made together and remained together ever since.

*The End*

#DanielleRoseRussellxMaleReader #homecoming #us army #a/n #Youtube

7 notes · View notes

make-money-2023 · 1 year

Text

7 Ways Make Money Online

1. Convert your passion into money

A tool to help support the creator economy and the gig economy, Festi is an easy, fast and free way to earn money. Using Festi’s payment platform, creators can charge for online classes from anywhere at any time. “For example, if you are a fitness instructor and realize you have an hour to work out at the end of the day (or the next morning), you can post a pop-up workout (in person or on Zoom) and charge people to join you,” says founder Rita Ting-Hopper. Two of the top users are Bolivian sisters Jaz and Gabriela, who post high-intensity dance fitness classes. “With Festi, you can turn any idea into a business by posting your offer in literally minutes,” says Ting-Hopper. “There is no need to create a website, figure out a payment system or chase down Venmos to get paid.”

2. Make music

Have some musical talent? Check out Songfinch, which makes it possible for anyone to earn money by writing and producing music. Founded in 2016, Songfinch is backed by big industry names including The Weeknd, Quincy Jones and Doja Cat. Here’s how it works: People can order a personalized one-of-a-kind song from a Songfinch artist, from birthday jingles to holiday tunes to anniversary odes. The songwriters work on their own timeline and retain the full rights to everything they create. Some Songfinch artists have been able to earn up to $80,000 in one year.

3. Become a virtual assistant

As a virtual assistant, you can offer administrative, technical or creative services to clients from the comfort of your own home. And guess what—it pays well. You can find virtual assistant job opportunities through websites like Flexjobs, 24/7 Virtual Assistants and Fancy Hands.

4. Write a book

Whether you’re burning to pen the next great American novel or just have an idea for an e-book that will teach someone how to do something, it’s easier to write a book than you think. Gone are the days of agents and book publishers. These days, self-publishing has become simple and profitable, thanks to sites like Barnes & Noble Press (a free service that lets you sell print or ebooks to millions of readers), Blurb (which helps you create, print and sell professional-quality photo books) and Lulu (a print-on-demand platform with free tools to help create, publish and sell your story).

5. Offer freelance services

Writing, editing, graphic design, coding, digital marketing, admin work—whatever skill you have, the options are endless when it comes to freelancing. But how to get the word out there? You can easily offer services to clients around the world via a number of websites that allow users to enjoy the freedom and flexibility of finding freelance work from anywhere across the globe to grow your brand—and your dreams. Some of the best online talent solutions for connecting businesses with freelancers include Fiverr, Upwork, Freelancer and Working Not Working.

6. Market your skills

Or perhaps your skills are more hands-on, from handyman work to cleaning to moving to home remodeling to something as simple as waiting in line. TaskRabbit is a platform that connects people with skilled professionals who can complete various tasks, while Airtasker is a company that acts as a marketplace for services providers. Unlike the traditional gig economy, Airtasker uses a flex economy model, with its “Taskers” working wherever and whenever they want and determining how much they want to get paid.

7. Share your internet bandwidth

Here’s an interesting way to earn passive income: Honeygain, an app that allows you to make money online by sharing your Internet connection. How does it work? Install the application and make sure that it’s running in the background; the app will do the work for you. The shared connection is used for various business cases, including ad verification, price comparison and brand protection. According to Honeygain, the company takes privacy seriously and uses various encryption technologies to ensure that the data being transmitted through the platform is safe and protected. Users can increase their earnings by adding more devices and connecting them to different IP addresses, adding referrals, opening a “lucky pot” every day and participating in social media contests.

6 notes · View notes

jdgo51 · 4 months

Text

The Boy Who Saw the Battle of Bunker Hill

Today's inspiration comes from:

100 Bible Verses That Made America

by Robert J. Morgan

Editor’s note: Today in the United States it’s Memorial Day, the day we honor those who have lost their lives defending their country. Today, let’s pray for families who have lost a loved one in battle or in service. Enjoy this excerpt of 100 Bible Verses That Made America.

"Trust in Him at all times, you people; Pour out your heart before Him; God is a refuge for us." — Psalm 62:8

"'After the Boston Tea Party, the British issued punitive measures against Boston, which prompted the Colonies to convene the First Continental Congress in 1774. John Adams of Massachusetts traveled to Philadelphia, leaving his wife, Abigail, and their children in Braintree, near Boston, which was quickly becoming a battle zone. British troops began swarming the area, and shots were fired at nearby Lexington and Concord.

Abigail was the daughter of a minister and a force to be reckoned with, but she grew increasingly anxious for her children’s safety. On June 15, she wrote her husband, “We now expect our seacoast to be ravaged; perhaps the very next letter I write will inform you that I am driven away from our yet quiet cottage... We live in continual expectation of alarms.

Courage, I know we have in abundance... but powder — where shall we get a sufficient supply?”1

Seven-year-old John Quincy felt the strain, too, later writing, “My mother with her infant children dwelt every hour of the day and of the night liable to be butchered in cold blood or taken and carried into Boston as hostages by any foraging or marauding detachment of men.”2

On June 17, Abigail and her children heard the guns and cannons that marked the beginning of the Battles of Bunker Hill and Breed’s Hill. As the British started up the slopes, a command reportedly passed through the American lines: “Don’t shoot until you see the white of their eyes.”

Trust in Him at all times, you people; Pour out your heart before Him; God is a refuge for us. — Psalm 62:8

When the guns began firing, the sound traveled for miles. Hearing the roar of the cannons and the sounds of the battle, Abigail took John Quincy and hiked to the top of Penn Hill, where they watched the battle unfold across the bay. The Boston neighborhood of Charlestown went up in flames, and the winds blew the heat and smoke into their faces. Waves of British soldiers fell while charging up Bunker’s hill. The Patriots were driven back, and it was the bloodiest battle thus far in the War. The next morning Abigail wrote John, and in the middle of her letter, she burst into the cherished scriptures sustaining her, especially a passage from Psalm 62:

The day — perhaps the decisive day — is come, on which the fate of America depends. My bursting heart must give vent at my pen. I have just heard that our dear friend, Dr. Warren, is no more, but fell gloriously fighting... “The race is not to the swift, nor the battle to the strong; but the God of Israel is He that giveth strength and power to His people. Trust in Him at all times, ye people, pour out your hearts before Him; God is a refuge for us.” Charlestown is laid in ashes. The battle began upon our intrenchments upon Bunker’s Hill, Saturday morning about three o’clock, and has not ceased yet... It is expected they will come out over the Neck tonight, and a dreadful battle must ensue. Almighty God, cover the heads of our countrymen, and be a shield to our dear friends! How many have fallen, we know not. The constant roar of the cannon is so distressing that we cannot eat, drink, or sleep.3

John Quincy Adams never forgot the carnage that filled his seven-year-old eyes as he stood transfixed by the cannons, gunfire, charging soldiers, dying troops, burning city, and unfolding history. He later said it made an impression on his mind that haunted him the rest of his life. Even in old age he couldn’t bring himself to attend celebrations associated with the events of that day.4

“I saw with my own eyes the fires of Charlestown and heard Britannia’s thunders in the battle... and witnessed the tears of my mother and mingled them with my own,” he wrote.5

Abigail finally turned and left the bloody panorama, leading her son back home where she made him promise to repeat the Lord’s Prayer every morning before rising from bed, a practice he kept the rest of his life.6

Thus the little family watched, prayed, trusted God, poured out their hearts to Him — and melted Abigail’s collection of pewter spoons into musket balls for the Patriots.7"'

Abigail Adams, Letters of Mrs. Adams, 1 (Boston: Charles C. Little & James Brown, 1840), 36–37. Harlow Giles Unger, John Quincy Adams (Boston: De Capo Press, 2012), 12. Adams, Letters of Mrs. Adams, 39–40. Nathaniel Philbrick, Bunker Hill (New York: Viking, 2013), 293. Edward Everett Hale, ed., Old and New, 10 (Boston: Roberts Brothers, 1875), 508, quoting John Quincy Adams, Memoirs of John Quincy Adams, Comprising Portions of His Diary from 1795 to 1848, vols. 1–2, Charles Frances Adams, ed. (Philadelphia: Lippincott & Company, 1874). Unger, John Quincy Adams, 17. 7. Unger, John Quincy Adams, 17.

Excerpted with permission from 100 Bible Verses That Made America by Robert Morgan, copyright Robert J. Morgan.

0 notes

ledenews · 8 months

Link

#belmontcounty #BrookeCounty #DolphSantorine #MarshallCounty #NegativeCampaign #ohiocounty #WestVirginia

0 notes

dsandrvk · 1 year

Text

Monday, September 4 - Boston

We docked in Boston at the cruise port, far from downtown Boston, but had a shuttle to Quincy Market. We are sharing the port with another larger ship, but figure Boston is plenty big for all of us. We got on the first bus with only two other people and had a good chance to talk to our driver, who gave us a great description of the areas we passed through. I haven't been to Boston since the early 1990's, so it was a surprise to see the double decker I-93 highway gone and replaced by a tunnel, now covered with a park. Quite an improvement.

We had planned to walk the "Freedom Trail", which visits 16 places of historical importance in about 3-1/2 miles, and is easy to follow with a red brick stripe running down sidewalks, streets and through parks that points the way. First we had to get to Boston Commons, though, and were surprised at how quiet the streets were on the holiday, especially early in the morning. It wasn't that quiet by the time we reached the Commons and bought a guide map to all the sites along the trail. There were lots of tour groups - some of the guides were dressed in period costume - and for the next hour or so we kept running into the same groups. Because of the holiday (we think), many of the places like graveyards were closed, but we were able to visit Faneuil Hall, which was in the middle of the walk. Here there is a big statue of Samuel Adams, as well as a taproom for Samuel Adams brewing. Product placement is everything.

By now it was getting fairly warm, so we tried to find a shady route and keep the red line of bricks within sight, if not directly underfoot. We went into the North End, where there was Paul Revere's house, the old North Church and a statue of Paul on horseback. There were also these wonderful older buildings with semi-circular rooms on the fronts, and many Italian restaurants, part of the heritage of the North End.

The path eventually led us across the Charles River on a temporary bridge to the Charlestown neighborhood, which was once a separate town. Here we found Breed's Hill (more commonly known as Bunker Hill). We took a little respite from the heat in the visitor center there, since the monument itself was covered in scaffolding. From there we moved on to the last site - the USS Constitution, which was the highlight of the day.

She is the oldest commissioned warship still floating, has been lovingly restored, and is still manned by the US Navy. She was first launched in 1797, and saw service in the Barbary Wars, the War of 1812, and other duties before the Civil War, later becoming a training and barracks ship. She has been restored several times, the latest being between 1992 and 1996, and refit with sails, sailed under her own power again in 1997. The National Park Service is in charge of the visitor center, and it's free to wander about the ship, including below decks. It certainly gives me a new perspective on the books I've read set on sailing ships of this period, as they have fit out the captain's quarters, wardroom, officers' quarters, and other parts of the ship with period details.

By now, we were ready to head back, and after walking through some beautiful parts of Charlestown and then crossing back across the bridge, we opted to walk along more of the waterfront back to the Quincy Market area, and take the next to last shuttle. We had dinner out on the back deck of our ship as we backed out of the docking area, and were directly under the flight path into Logan Airport. By then it was dark, and we watched the city lights recede as we headed for tomorrow's destination - Newport, RI. It's supposed to be even hotter tomorrow (it was close to 90 and humid today), so we will see if we come close to hiking the eight miles we did today.

A couple of notes on pictures - Boston is in the middle of an art cow exhibition, with some wonderful entries, and some fairly lame ones. This Greek cow was quite well done, and had a partial seascape on the other flank. The little free library was the most elaborate we have seen. When we first went by it was all closed up from the night, but unfolds origami style during the day. The crane statue is on top of a fountain in the new city park in Charlestown, created after the big dig which moved the highway underground. While doing archaeology, they found the location and foundation stones of the historic Three Cranes Tavern, and included the stones in the base of the fountain.

0 notes

lets-lisa · 3 years

Link

One Day Out Next Day In Service

What do you think you are alone who wants to move your house, apartment, or office but totally forgot to hire professional movers and now you are trying to find a moving company at the last moment for that day or at a short notice? No dude, you are not alone in this list because a lot of Americans do this each month. They try to find an affordable mover which can take their stuff and belongings from one place to another and help them in moving emergency. If you are in Boston so you are very lucky because you just have to google ‘movers near me’ and you will find us in your results. Yes, Affordable Angels Movers and Storage Company is commercial and residential movers which also facilitates you even in a very short time.

#One Day Out Next Day In Service Quincy

1 note · View note

doudecim · 4 years

Text

I want to say that 99% of the fics here are on FF.net for I have only recently discovered the wonders of AO3, and I still didn’t dig deep in there to find all the HitsuKarin goodies.

That being said, I will put the list under the cut because this will be one very long post. So, I hope you all enjoy it!

one-shots

A Constant Fascination, by back-in-a-bit. — 'Colour me blood red passionately.' Hitsugaya makes it his personal mission to get Karin to blush. Pity it's easier said than done. In fact, it might just take him a lifetime. [rated T]

A Fall in the Fall, by MeteorLeopard. — This was ridiculous! There she was, just looking at the fish, and the next thing she knows, she's up in a tree being held against her will! And it's all his fault! [rated T]

a little suffering is good for the soul, by the milliner’s rook. — Future fic. If there are stupider ways to get courted, Karin can't think of them. [rated K+]

A Woman Scorned, by Glowing Blue. — The twisted fairy tale of Karin finding her own invite to the ball, though she's hardly looking for a Prince Charming. [rated T]

but leave the soul alone, by the milliner’s rook. — AU. Death, it's catching. Or: the one where Toushirou and Karin share night shifts at the hospital. And coffee. Terrible, terrible coffee. [rated K+]

Collection, by ichilover3. — A drabble/oneshot dump. Shenanigans, silliness, and sexy-times abound. Also alliteration, apparently. [rated M]

crawl into your shadow, by the milliner’s rook. — AU. There's a witch in this sleepy little village now that goes by the name of Karin, but nothing has changed since she's arrived. Not really. [rated T]

Delirous, by carved in the sand. — Matsumoto finds her captain to be a lovestruck teenage boy. [rated T]

duckling theory, by the milliner’s rook. — The first thing Karin notices is watermelon. Looking back, maybe it should have been startling green eyes. [rated K]

For You, by Glowing Blue. — Death had never been the paradise everyone wished it to be. But then they found each other. [rated T, two-shot.]

frostbitten, by the milliner’s rook. — Set during the time skip. The winter they meet is unkind with snow. [rated K+]

Frozen Moments, by CrazyAce'n'PokerFace. — 101 drabbles/one-shots that give a glimpse into Toushirou and Karin's life together. A love story told in snapshots. [rated K+]

funny valentine, by SebonzaMitsuki27. — I'll be yours if you'll be mine. [rated K+]

humour me, by SebonzaMitsuki27. — True love's kiss. That ought to do it. [rated K+]

i’m high on believing, by the milliner's rook. — For the record, he prefers his plain black shoes to her fancy red sneakers. [rated K+]

ice breaker, by SebonzaMitsuki27. — AU. There are better ways to get found out than making out in a closet and tumbling onto the ground. [rated T]

if my heart was a compass you’d be north, by SebonzaMitsuki27. — Future fic. Give me a reason to believe. [rated K+]

In Every Season, by Adobo-chan. — A collection of HitsuKarin oneshots. [rated T]

In the Dark, by ichilover3. — It really wasn't anyone else's business. She should be allowed to fornicate with midgets if she wanted to. [rated T]

innocent guilt, by SebonzaMitsuki27. — AU. Oh, I know! You're a tramp with wings! [rated K+]

Juxtaposition, by Lady Azar de Tameran. — Something within Hitsugaya Toushirou thinks that he may have met his match. [rated T]

keep me in your pocket, by SebonzaMitsuki27. — Set during the timeskip. Don't stay out of touch, okay? [rated K+]

Kuchiki Rukia, the Glorified Courier, by MeteorLeopard. — Delivering super-top-secret messages between dimensions is tough work; believe me, I know. If it weren't such a rewarding experience I'd downright refuse to play the messenger. Honestly. [rated K+]

liliputians, by SebonzaMitsuki27. — Future fic. It's alright, kid. I'm short too. [rated K+]

Lovely Complex, by Unknown lazy ass. — She slyly grinned, “Wow, you really are head over heels for me, aren’t you Toushirou?” [rated K+]

Momo knows Best, by MeteorLeopard. — Sometimes having a meddling older sister... sucks. [rated T]

of halos and wings, by SebonzaMitsuki27. — Future fic. He had betrayed Hinamori with nothing but his heart. [rated T]

Old Haunts, by the milliner's rook. — Future fic. You were just gone, Toushirou, what was I to think? I thought—I thought you'd come back, and you did, twenty years too late. [rated T]

Peeping Tom, by Glowing Blue. — The love story of Hitsugaya and Karin, as seen from open windows and heard through thin walls. "Hisagi's eyes had a tendency to stray." AU. [rated T]

phantasmagoria, by SebonzaMitsuki27. — Flickering through black and white, they find their perfect shade of grey. [rated K+, two-shot.]

put down your sword and crown, by the milliner's rook. — AU. When her old man dies to save Ichi-nii's life, everything changes. Days after the funeral, the word Quincy is spoken for the first time, and at five years old, Karin becomes defined by it. [rated K+]

Red, The Colour of Despair, by the milliner's rook. — It was strange how much difference one colour could make. [rated K+]

Revenants, by carved in the sand. — Hitsugaya ponders the ghosts that haunt the girl he still loves. [rated T]

Sports and Sex are Universal (but never the twain should meet), by back-in-a-bit. — Toushirou gives Karin a flat look. "I'm not high-fiving you over sex," he says. [rated M]

Subtle, by nublados. — Toshiro comments on the subtlety that is Karin Kurosaki. [rated K+]

The Art of Asking, by Felix02. — He should have known that her father wouldn't be able to keep a secret, especially from one of his daughters. [rated T]

The Art Of Getting By, by the milliner's rook. — AU. There's some difficulty between juggling flirting, killing Hollows and getting to class on time with the hottest guy in high school, but Karin's certain she'll get the hang of it eventually. [rated T]

The Staircase not Taken, by MeteorLeopard. — Perhaps it was a good thing that the stairs were destroyed, her brother acting demented and a violent fight going on without her just upstairs. After all, the visitor who happened to drop by was worth the wait. [rated T]

the winter sun smiled for things to come in spring, by the milliner's rook. — What is it with you! You're either too young or too old! What the hell! [rated T, two-shots.]

Urahara's Lawn Mowing Service, by MeteorLeopard. — Incorrect phone numbers are a messy business. Even messier though is the business that happens after said incorrect phone call. "Fine, but I bet your girlfriend didn't call back because your lawn needs to be mowed." [rated T]

velocity, by SebonzaMitsuki27. — Aim for the goal, and don't look back, no matter what. [rated T]

where angels fear to tread, by SebonzaMitsuki27. — They belong in hell. [rated K]

You Taste Like Birthday, You Look Like New Year, by the milliner's rook. — Future fic. She likes his hands, Toushirou notices. Loves them, in fact. [rated M]

complete

lune, by SebonzaMitsuki27. — AU. Me and you and moonlight shivers. [[rated T] other main pairings are ByakuyaHisana, ShinjiHiyori and UlquiorraNel, so beware that HitsuKarin is not the only focus in this one.]

Waterlogged, Wind-chapped, and Sun-bleached. — They grow up together, and the slow progression of their relationship shapes their world. AU. [rated T]

Wendybird Chronicles, by the milliner's rook. — She wonders if they ever had a chance. If they might have missed it, somehow. [rated K+]

on going

Wrong Number, by Lunatasha. — Unknown (10:22): So! I just read all of the conversations I had last night while I was out drunk and thoroughly embarrassing myself and please let me apologise for bothering you (especially as I think you were working if you were in your office?) last night. I mean in hindsight I probably should have stopped messaging you as soon as it was clear you weren't who I was looking for, but drunk me apparently hates sober me so yeah, I'm sorry. That being said thank you again for helping me out even though I must have been bothering you, I appreciate it. [rated T]

Only in Dreams, by TullyBlue. — Brother, she had called him, but he spent the entire meal acting like she was a ghost. Eating with the twins, he can’t even imagine being that cold to his sisters. Yuzu’s laughter brightens his day and that admiring glint in Karin’s eye, that he only catches every once in a while, means the world to him. The so-called brother in his dreams makes Ichigo’s skin crawl. Everything else, though, he wants to see more of, to know more about, to understand. Old, wood floors, a spacious room, flowing black robes, and those swords... [[rated T] other main pairings are IchigoRukia, UryuuChad, GanjuHanatarou, so beware that HitsuKarin is not the only focus in this one.]

abandoned or on permanent hiatus, probably won’t ever post a new chapter again

Blizzard Blues, by the milliner's rook. — Future fic. I heard your brother had an eight pack, Captain Hitsugaya! That he was shredded! [rated T]

Catalyst, by Etiena. — With captain-level shinigami in her family, it is no surprise that Kurosaki Karin has potential. But it isn't family which triggers her change. Instead, a chance encounter with a young shinigami captain leads to startling revelations. [rated K+]

Go Against the Grain, by Adobo-chan. — Old law deems that only a son may become the Kurosaki House's next leader. Born from this ancient tradition, a tragic betrayal and her mother's sacrifice, Karin is brought up as Kurosaki Kazuto, the 29th head of the family. [rated T]

oh sinful rose, by the milliner's rook. — AU. Five years after the monarchy is overthrown, a noble finds a forgotten princess in chains. DISCONTINUED. [rated T]

Quandary, by Glowing Blue. — Funnily enough, meeting such a spirited single mother was actually part of his job description. AU. [rated T] (I love this one so much!)

Roommate For Sale, by SavageTrickster. — AU. There are many things in life that she didn't know, but the one thing Kurosaki Karin was certain of is that her overprotective brother is going to blow his top when he meets her new roommate.

#jesus fucking christ this is so long #hitsukarin #karin kurosaki #toshiro hitsugaya #bleach #fic rec #i have literal 0 self love

140 notes · View notes

kpagrandtour · 3 years

Text

3/11/22

On the second day of the trip, I woke up and completed my morning routine which consists of rolling out of bed 15 minutes before I had to leave, throwing some sort of outfit together, and stumbling downstairs still trying to get my stuff together. I promptly skipped breakfast and opted for hot cup of coffee. Nothing like pure caffeine and sugar to start the day off right!

After that, we loaded up into the bus and headed to the middle of town to start our journey down the Freedom Trail. Our fist stop was at the State Capital. Although this building is not the first capital building for Boston, it is still almost 225 years old.

Next we headed towards one of the old graveyards in town but as we rounded the corner we stopped to admire an old church called “Park Street Church.” This church is special because it the place where the hymn “My Country Tis’ of Thee” was first sang for the public. It continues to be an important place where abolitionists and protests come and rally for there causes.

We then made it to the Grainary Graveyard where we saw the graves of many important people including Benjamin Franklin, Samuel Adams, Mother Goose, and the signers of the Declaration of Independence. After that we headed to the next graveyard. Unfortunately, I don’t remember the name of the graveyard but gathered from a KPA mom that the author of The Scarlet Letter was buried in a corner somewhere.

We then made our way to Old City Hall. This building used to be an latin school and hold a statue of Benjamin Franklin. On our way to our next place, we saw two beautiful and important buildings, the Old South Meeting House (where the Boston Tea Party meetings took place) and the Old State House (where the Declaration of Independence was first read.) After this we headed to eat at Quincy Market where we were able to experience true Boston seafood. I got the clam chowder and my friends tried the lobster rolls. They were so good! After that we did some shopping and got to watch some street performers.

Next we headed towards the harbor and on the way we saw a Holocaust memorial, the oldest restaurant in Boston, and Haymarket.

When we made it to the harbor we went on board a replica of the ship and pretended to throw tea into the harbor, re-enacting the Boston Tea Party. As we walked into the museum we were met by actor. I was extremely impressed with their acting skills and how well they knew their lines, so you can imagine my shock as they fizzled away into stars because I genuinely thought they were real people. We were then herded into the tea and gift shop where we tried several different types of teas from colonial times.

We then headed to dinner at a place called Fire + Ice which is similar to Genghis Grill where you get to choose the ingredients for your stir fry. We also got mango smoothies and virgin piña coladas!

Anyway, after that we went back to the middle of town and went in a ghost tour, but don’t worry we had downloaded a ghost radar on Caitlin’s phone to track the spirits so we were totally safe.

After that we went back to the hotel and all the girls met in one of the rooms were we spent more money on room service while watching the Spider-man movies in the wrong order. Good times!

2 notes · View notes

jeromehoward · 3 years

Text

There were several references used to compile these instrument descriptions.

There were several references used to compile these instrument descriptions. At the hotel, Peyman tells Carina she's surrounded. The Lyseni loved bright hues, and Salladhor Saan was the most colorful of all. Now Tyrion was promising to pay the bearer one thousand golden dragons. When the opportunity to go cage diving to view Great White sharks presents itself, Kate jumps at the chance while Lisa takes some convincing. The Thenns had no family arms as was customary amongst the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms, so Jon told the stewards to improvise. Fourteen individuals made it to Ottawa to testify.. They provide goose fat, considered by some to be one of the highest class fats of all. And while the guests were absorbed in the perusal of the German newspapers, through the door leading to the shopkeeper’s rooms came the tinkling of “Mein lieber Augustin,” on a cracked piano played by the eldest daughter, a little German miss with flaxen curls, very much like puma red bull racing evo cat ii a white mouse. Mme. That crazy! still, perhaps, is Mignone store itself. To do this easily, breathe in normally, then exhale normally, but as you come to what seems like the end of your exhalation, continue for a bit longer without forcing out the breath, says Mary Pullig Schatz, MD, a yoga instructor in Nashville. My wrist sandalias doradas gioseppo doesn hurt all time but since I have been working a baby quilt for onw of my nieces whom is going to be having twins my left wrist has starting hurting when ever I would turn it a certain way to do my embrodiery. False coin, the old knight thought. Race day entry fee is $25 for adults and $20 for those 14 and under. Lump did not want to be a clod of earth. She pendientes bulgari precio hates the cold but loves the flames. The hour of the owl, the hour of the wolf, the hour of the nightingale, moonrise and moonset, dusk and dawn, they staggered past like drunkards. Dream number three: Okay, this is actually the main one, and it involves pretty much a complete personal overhaul. Maryland State Police Superintendent Col. A locker room, dressing room, or larger public bathroom is a different matter. Among those three is the intersection with Valley Greens Drive, which would service the canine club. Well below the area's April $285,000 median asking price, this 950 square foot spread has high ceilings in the living area, hardwood flooring throughout and four windows in the bedroom. All proceeds support Free to Breathe, a national nonprofit lung cancer research and advocacy organization. To offer this right into a intention of tableau it requires roughly four years to ferret out Photoshop in school. However culpable my conduct, I will so far pay my devoir to virtue as to own the excellence and rectitude of her precepts, and lament my want of conformity to them.. We shall reconcile them. Alyosha must escort them. It must have been the rum. But there were problems and it did not work. The undersigned having bought the entire pack of Negro Dogs (of the Hay and Allen stock), he now proposes to catch runaway negroes. Reflections glimmered off the Wall, every crack and crevice glittering pale blue.. But not the last.. I don’t justify myself; perhaps I have been more to blame in Mens JORDAN Hoodie my treatment of him than I had supposed till now. On the open road, the Airstream had no trouble maintaining 75 miles per hour on level highways and it would hold 70 mph on nearly all grades. Trust only your companions, and do your best to avoid attracting notice.”. The 1.6 litre diesel remained untouched and the S Cross can still be had with either front wheel drive or Suzuki's ALLGRIP selectable four wheel drive system.There are three trim levels on the Suzuki SX4 S Cross. How is this thing possible?”. For whole days we’ve been on bad terms and despised our happiness, and here I’m praying you to come for one biciclete rusesti vechi minute from the tomb, and I’m ready to give my whole life for that minute. Walda will grieve to see them die, though.”. The duck UGG Classic Short carry the in the USA label, something that hard to find these days in footwear. But what must come next was plain betrayal. A pair of spearmen guarded them, hunched and shivering under thick fur cloaks, their beards crusty with ice. There are links to the classifications implemented in GB by the CHIP regulations and to the GHS system of classification. In 1960, the CIA laced a box of Castro's favourite kind of cigars with poison, but the package never made it to Castro.. Save me. A few days at the most. He supposes that the doctrine had been promulgated that the authority of parents was an unjust usurpation, and that it was getting a general hold of society; that societies were being formed for the emancipation of children from the control of their parents; that all books 199were beginning to be pervaded by this sentiment; and that, under all these influences, children were becoming restless and fractious. The first of many, I do not doubt.. Over 30000 items: . The hunter died weeping after Varamyr took Greyskin from him, driving him out to claim the beast for his own. No doubt she did it on purpose.. Otherwise I have air jordan aj4 found it to be a meta data base that collects info and when you have a problem, the steps to solve are ridiculous or they don call back and follow up. “God forbid I should ask for apologies!” he cried, laughing. The lake waters closed the month colder than any year since 1976 when it was 38 degrees. Missandei and her brothers had been taken from their home on Naath by raiders from the Basilisk Isles and sold into slavery in Astapor. (And no, there's no cream in it.). They might even help us arrange passage back to the Seven Kingdoms. Paul Dobbins has had some interest on our building from his partner Grant. “This is my wedding day. Chauncey Billups was named MVP, but it was Wallace's dirty work in the post that paved the way to the championship. Some zip ties could certainly go some of the way towards cleaning up cabling, but there just nowhere to put the cables themselves. Let's say you open the Facebook app every morning and don't use it for the rest of the day. Go surfing Montana style at Brennan's Wave, a man made white water venue on the Clark Fork River in downtown Missoula. The queen walked on, clad only in gooseprickles and pride. It was a wet, dismal night; he made a fire in his cabin, went to get his supper, and found ocular demonstration of the guilt of his master. “No, my dear, it’s impossible. The PowerColor card 2GB oneil mellény frame buffer, however, will give the card the breathing room necessary to papuci de casa din pasla support the ultra high effective resolution of five screens linked together. For several years, Abigail has been teaching a three hour portrait lab.. QB LaQuentin Black is gone, but his brother Quincy is still on the team, along with a host of others who should perform well for the Wolves.. The slave power wants pious, tender-hearted, generous and humane masters, and must have them, to hold up the system against nike jean jacket the rising moral sense of the world; and the more pious and generous the better. The city was no more impressive. It a hard investigation air max 90 ultra se and no matter what, they the department that going to find the girls killer, not us, not the media police.

2 notes · View notes

quentinblack · 4 years

Photo

Smoke and Mirrors

Chapter 5: Andromeda II - Wotcher! (link to full story on FF.net)

Featuring: Andromeda Black and Ted Tonks

Word Count: 3.5K words

Warnings: References to Abortion and Drugs

The foul stench of warm beer engulfed Andromeda as she made her way into the dingy lit pub. It was awfully humid at the best of times, but in the July heat it was unbearable. The Leaky Cauldron was more or less empty, save for a few middle-aged wizards who she expected scarcely left the place. The barkeep nodded in acknowledgement at her.

“What can I get ya?” he asked, as he smiled Andromeda noticed that more than a few of his teeth were missing.

“Oh. Sorry. I am just meeting a friend-

“JUST MEETING A FRIEND?!”

Ted’s booming voice gave her a shock. She hadn’t noticed him at all when she’d walked in. Andromeda absent-mindedly reached to sort out her hair, but then she stopped herself when she noticed what she was doing.

“Sorry Quincy, won’t be stopping for a drink today,” Ted said to the landlord. “Make sure you save some of that Weizenbier though. I’ll be back in with Dirk next week no doubt!”

“Look forward to seeing you, Ted. Can’t promise I’ll still have any left tho’, popular stuff that, them Bavarian goblins sure know how to brew a beer!”

“That they do,” Ted quipped, as he reached out for Andromeda’s hand.

“Come on, ‘Dromeda, not got all day,” he said as he guided her towards the exit that faced into the muggle street.

“I am still not sure that I approve of that nickname,” Andromeda noted to him.

“Well I’m not sure that I approve of that purple cloak you’ve got on!” he cracked back at her. “You can’t go prancing around Southend in that in the dead of summer!”

Andromeda’s heart stopped.

“But you said…you promised that you would bring me a muggle dress to wear, Ted!”

She couldn’t believe it. She was going to look like an absolute idiot. The muggles would all be staring at her.

“Oh bugger! I did, didn’t I?” Ted said as a very serious and guilty look swamped his face.

Andromeda was crestfallen. It was the first time she was going to meet Ted’s parents and she was so very desperate to make a good first impression.

“I will look like such a fool, Ted.”

“You would indeed… it’s just as well I didn’t forget to bring you a dress then, isn’t it?” he chortled, before laughing loudly at her.

Andromeda felt her blood boiling. She hit him playfully on the arm over his denim jacket.

“Ted Tonks! You are such a... such a…

“Devilishly good looking quick-witted chap?” he quipped, before grabbing her gently by the waist as she went to hit him again. She saw his green eyes smiling at her, before he closed them and kissed her softly on the lips like he’d done on many occasions over the last few months.

“I was going to say scoundrel,�� she said at the end of their brief embrace.

“Scoundrel’s good too,” Ted replied with a grin on his face, before he began crossing the road.

“Where are you… that sign over there says the nearest train station is that way. I thought you said that we were going to get there the muggle way?” Andromeda asked, pointing in the complete opposite way to where Ted had begun walking.

Ted smirked.

“We are getting there the muggle way. No trains though!” he said, as he continued to stroll down the street, before stopping abruptly in-front of a red car. He slapped his hand on the bonnet. “What’d you reckon then, Drom? Nice motor, ain’t it?”

Andromeda felt a lump in her throat. “You. You cannot mean that… that

“Ford Cortina Mark II. Finest piece of totty to ever come out ah’ Dagenham. Brand new. Or so me old man said. Surprise present for me 17th birthday. I told him not to of course. Soon enough be able to apparate everywhere anyway, but he insisted on getting me a car. Could hardly turn him down could I?”

Ted reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a pair of keys, then put them into the door on the left hand side and opened it, indicating for her to get in.

“Come on, ‘Dromeda. I told Mum and Dad we’d be there at one!”

“But Ted. Travelling by train is one thing, but in a… in a car?”

“You’re not scared are ya?!” he asked incredulously. She was. She was very scared indeed.

She had read all about the muggle contraptions which were widely considered death-traps with wheels. The Daily Prophet was always reporting on new stories of witches and wizards narrowly avoiding getting run over and such forth. Muggles were awful at driving them, far worse than even the clumsiest of broom riders or carpet flyers – and there was a flying carpet crash or incident at least once a fortnight. In some circles there were even murmurs that the Ministry should put an outright ban on them.

“You’re welcome to get the train if you want, love. Good luck getting there without me though!”

Andromeda huffed and puffed, but eventually relented and got in the passenger side. The inside of the car was one of the most confusing things she had ever encountered. There must have been almost a dozen different nobbles in the car, with numerous symbols and numbers that made absolutely no sense to her whatsoever.

Ted got in on the driver’s side and after a brief look at a map he revved the engine, thus beginning her first of many forays in muggle vehicles.

~ ~ ~

Andromeda was starting to regret her decision not to just get changed in the back of Ted’s car – he had promised to get out and not to look and it wasn’t that she didn’t trust him, but she felt embarrassed getting undressed in the back seat of a car.

The smell of fried meat and pancakes wafted in from the Little Chef restaurant and flooded the humid cubicle. It was one of those moments where you questioned everything that had happened in your life to lead up to that moment. She was getting changed into a loud muggle dress in a dingy toilet cubicle in a muggle service station, which was a weird sort of complex of petrol stations, toilets and restaurants which were strategically stationed at various parts of the muggle motorways.

It seemed quite sad that such was the struggle of transportation for muggles - that whole businesses operated around them having to stop for food or toilet breaks in the middle of travelling somewhere. You didn’t need to stop for a toilet break when getting a port key or using the Floo network – that’s for sure!

Andromeda opened the door after squeezing into the dress and stared at herself in the mirror by the sinks. It was almost like an out of body experience. She was certain that the person looking back at her was herself, but at the same time she knew that it simply couldn’t be. The muggle dress that Ted had picked out for her to wear made her look, well, like a muggle.

The dress, which Ted had quipped was “Slytherin green” was in-fact a much brighter green than Salazar’s favoured dark emerald. It was a very bright green, like the zest of a lime, with a bright white trim around the collar and the bottom of the sleeves – it almost made her feel like a key-lime pie. It was a far brighter shade of fabric than Andromeda would ever willingly wear, but perhaps what was the most disconcerting was how short a cut the dress was. It fell a few inches above her knee, which, especially given her lack of tights, by her Mother’s strict standards was nothing short of scandalous.

She stared into the mirror expecting, or maybe just hoping that eventually she would feel a bit better about herself, when suddenly a stranger tapped her on the shoulder.

“Oh my god I love your dress, hun! You look rocking, girl! Where did you get it?” said the muggle woman, who Andromeda guessed was roughly her own age, if not a few years older. She had fair skin, with even fairer hair and was wearing the wackiest dress Andromeda had ever seen. It was purple, but it was also orange and red and yellow – it was enough to give you a headache just looking at it.

“Sorry I err… it was a present, from a friend, you see,” Andromeda said nervously, wondering what her Mother would think if she knew she was talking to not just a muggle-born wizard, but a proper full-on muggle girl.

“Ah, well you tell that friend they have great taste! Say, sorry if I’m wrong, but you look fairly liberal with a dress that short. Here, take a flyer!”

Andromeda took the leaflet, mumbled a slight thanks and looked down and it as the stranger scurried away.

OUR BODY – OUR CHOICE!

On the 27th October our elected politicians will make a decision on whether WE have the right to legal abortion.

We’re marching in London on SUNDAY JULY 30TH

Will you be there? Remember – WE SPOKE out about the right to contraception and THEY HAD to listen!

Make sure YOUR VOICE IS HEARD!

Andromeda really wasn’t sure on what the general consensus of contraception and abortions was in muggle quarters.

Contraception was easy enough – it was a simple spell that was readily available and easy to learn for any teenage wizard worth his salt. It had been around for centuries and whilst it was a little controversial – the vast majority of the pureblood men and politicians who opposed it were all likely using it and cheating on their wives anyway.

Abortion though, well, it was fair to say that certainly was a bit of a taboo subject in the Wizarding world, especially among pureblood families.

It was quite difficult for a lot of pure-bloods to get pregnant in the first place these days, which her mother put down to inbreeding – and in years gone by she had never missed an opportunity to make snide remarks about her sister-in-law, their Aunt Walburga, who had married her cousin, Uncle Orion.

In the more recent history however, her Mother liked to keep a low profile at Black family gatherings. It was one thing to have married your cousin, but it was another thing altogether to have the shame of your firstborn daughter having an abortion at 16.

It was never publicly revealed which Slytherin boy had impregnated her sister, but Andromeda certainly had a few candidates in mind. It was probably Yaxley – that was certainly the most popular rumour, but there was no guarantee that it wasn’t Lucius or even Thorfinn Rowle.

Andromeda even suspected that such was Bellatix’s promiscuity that perhaps even she herself did not know who it had been. But what she had known was fury like nothing she had seen before. Their mother had been incredulous – and their father, well, Andromeda had never before seen him so disgusted at someone who wasn’t a muggle or a blood traitor.

“Wow! Look at you! Barely even recognized you and what’s that, have you grown legs? Consider me impressed,” said Ted, as he smirked. He hid it well, but Andromeda did not fail to notice his eyes lingering on her legs for longer than a momentary glance.

“I shall take that as a compliment,” Andromeda said, biting her lip as she got back into the car.

“Imagine what your family would say if they could see you right now! Where did you tell them you were going today?” Ted asked as he drank from his bottle of Tizer.

“I told Mother I was meeting a friend, not a lie by any means. I told Cissy where I was really going and who I was really meeting though of course.”

“You’re gonna be in the right shit if you ever fall out with her! The stuff she’s got on you…”

“Why would we ever fall out? She is my little sister! We tell each other everything Ted, we always have done. You know what Bellatrix is like. Cissy and I always had to stick together! I am not sure that she entirely approves of our err… courting… but she would never tell Mother, Father or Bellatrix about it. Besides, like I said, she tells me everything too. I know all about her little love affair with Fabian Prewett.”

“Well, if you’re sure you can trust her,” Ted said nonchalantly as he turned on the car radio and flickered around with it a bit.

A slow, brooding guitar melody got under way, before the thundering sound of crashing upbeat drums kicked in.

“Well that’s ironic. Fitting song for us, I reckon,” Ted remarked.

I SEE A RED DOOR AND I WANT IT PAINTED BLACK

NO COLOURS ANYMORE I WANT THEM TO TURN BLACK

I SEE THE GIRLS WALK BY DRESSED IN THEIR SUMMER CLOTHES

I HAVE TO TURN MY HEAD UNTIL MY DARKNESS GOES

“Cracking band, The Stones,” he said, strumming one hand on the dashboard. “Got nicked on drugs charges the other week too, helluva story that. Imagine that. Laying in ya’ cell and Keith Richards and Mick bloody Jagger walk in. Christ.”

“Drugs charges?” Andromeda asked. “I do not understand.”

“Drugs are illegal substances. You can get arrested for buying or selling them on. Not too sure I can think of a wizarding equivalent.”

“What do these drugs do exactly if they are illegal?”

“Well, some of them are a bit like alcohol I s’pose. Bring you up, take you down. You know liquid luck, right?”

“Well, I have read about it, yes.”

“Yeah, exactly, read about it. Incredibly rare. Incredibly expensive stuff. Even a posh young witch like you’s nevva come by any…”

Andromeda flushed slightly at being called a “posh” witch.

“Right so with these drugs though, you can get a similar experience to Liquid Luck for what the average man earns in a few hours work. A lot of people just do them casually for a bit of fun now and then, but some people get proper addicted to some of them. End up ruining their lives over ‘em.”

“Oh. That sounds awful,” sighed Andromeda.

“Yeah,” agreed Ted. “But the old bill only went and busted Keith’s gaff didn’t they? They turned up at the house and found everyone high as a kite! Caught Jagger with a bit of speed, not that bad really. Charged Keith for letting people smoke cannabis in his house, what a load of nonsense. Harmless stuff that is” he said, shaking his head and looking annoyed, then he started laughing. “That’s not the best bit though! You know how the plod reckon they know they were all high? Well, they reckon that Jagger’s missus was wearing nothing but a fur rug when they turned up. A fur rug, ha-ha can you imagine them walking in and finding that?”

“That does sound like quite the shock. That poor girl,”

“They’ve got to be careful though, they have. Newspaper reckons that one of the other guys there, not in the band, just some random toff, well they reckon this bloke had a load of heroin on him. That’s proper dodgy stuff that is.”

“It is?” Andromeda asked curiously. “What is it?”

“Proper nasty stuff. One of the most addictive drugs out there. You ever see a homeless person off their rocker, they’re probably on smack. Ruins lives that stuff does. You get someone hooked on that – they’ll do just about anything for you to get another hit of it.”

~ ~ ~

Southend High Street was in many ways much like Diagon Alley. There was a vast array of smells, sounds and sights to ensnare one’s senses, with an endless stream of adults and children alike bustling around all of the shops. Whilst it was alike in that sort of sense – it was also in just as many ways completely different, it was almost like being on another planet, such was the contrast.

“There ya go!” Ted said, as he thrust a strange, yellow ice cream which had what looked almost like a little brown stick pointing out of the middle into her hand.

“Thank you, but err, what is it may I ask?” she enquired.

“That is the finest ice cream you’ll get in the country, love. Lemon ice. It’s sort of like a mixture between ice cream and sorbet. Rossi’s finest! With a chocolate flake, Cadbury’s of course! No idea why they call it a 99 though, they’re only a half crown each. Could buy like 8 of them for a pound.”

Andromeda took a slight lick, then a nibble and she did have to admit it was very nice indeed, although in the summer heat she found it was melting rather rapidly.

“I will never understand muggle money,” she sighed.

“Probably for the best anyway. Rumour is they’re getting rid of half crowns soon anyway! Mental if you ask me,” he snorted indignantly.

“Right well,” he pondered whilst looking out into the crowd of people ahead of them, whilst intermittently slurping big chunks of his own lemon ice. “Dad said they’d meet us outside Keddies at 1 o clock. Now by my watch that should be just about…

“Wotcher!”

Andromeda jumped slightly as Ted’s father popped out from out of nowhere and slapped his hand on Ted’s shoulder. He was slightly shorter than his son, as well as slightly rounder, but there was certainly a strong resemblance there. At a guess she would have said he was about 40.

“Alright, Dad!” Ted hollered, as he embraced his father warmly, being careful not to spill any of his ice cream on his father’s shirt. Andromeda had now spotted a slightly younger and slightly slender looking women, with dark brown hair standing alongside Ted’s father, who she assumed was Ted’s mother.

“Mum, Dad, meet Andromeda…”

“Wotcher,” his Dad said to Andromeda, as he pulled out his big hand and gave hers a firm shake. Andomeda offered a faint hello in reply. “Robert Tonks. But everyone calls me Bobby. This is my wife, Agata…”

“It is pleasure to meet you, Andromeda,” she said, in a vaguely Eastern European accent that Andromeda could not quite pick out.

“Teddy has told us so much about you. You are even more beautiful than he said you were.”

Andromeda flushed slightly at the thought of him telling his parents that he thought she was beautiful. She had to think fast to deflect away from it.

“Teddy?” Andromeda asked sarcastically at Ted. She had never heard of him being used by that name before. He blushed slightly. Ted’s father ushered them to start walking north and they continued their conversation as they trekked through the high-street.

“I call him Teddy ever since he was little boy. He was Mummy’s little teddy bear,” Agata teased gently. Ted shot her a hideous look filled with embarrassment.

“Oh don’t you worry, Andromeda. I’m sure there’s plenty more he’s kept quiet from you. We’ll fill you in on all of the secrets!” Robert said, winking once at Andromeda and then at Ted, who shot him a look that was halfway between anger and fear. “I hope that ice cream’s all you’ve eaten, Ted. Corr. Me and your mother taking you out for lunch with your missus and you’re on the ice creams already! What are ya like ehh, son?”

“You know what they say, Dad. Like father, like son!” Ted shot back.

“You calling your old man fat?” Robert scoffed incredulously.

“I’m not callin’ you skinny!” Ted joked.

“Bloody cheek! ‘Ere Andromeda he’s only showing off cause you’re here. Bet your parents don’t let you talk back to them like that, ehh?” Robert said, sneering at his son.

“Well… err no. Not quite,” she replied.

Ted and his father seemed to be exchanging in good natured banter, not uncommon to see between fellow pureblood students, but the idea of a parent and son or daughter talking to each other like that was a very alien concept to her. The Black family were all about respect, well, when Bellatrix wasn’t involved she supposed.

“Do you like seafood, Andromeda?” Agata asked her.

“Yes, I do quite like fish I suppose,” Andromeda replied politely.

“Well that is perfect. We take you to best seafood restaurant in all of Southend,” Ted’s mother said proudly, as they finally reached the end of the high-street and caught a glimpse of the sea-front. The tide was in and the crisp, blue waves were shining in the distance.

11 notes · View notes

thornstocutyouwith · 3 years

Photo

Name: Quindell Nicholas Parker VI

Meaning of Name: Quindell: The Great, Nicholas: Victory of the people, Parker: Park Keeper

Nickname(s): Quin, Nick, Quincy, Wendell, Wendy, Nicky, Parker, Cole, Sleeping Beauty, Prince P.I.T.A., The Prince of Nothing, Pauper Prince, Dell, Ker, Nico, Prince Quin (Or any other nickname), Kindle,

Age: 33

Birthday: December 18

Species/Nationality: Human(?)/American, Polish, Slovene, Romanian, Welsh, Icelandic, Serbian

Accent: No

Language spoken: English, Italian, German, French, Dutch, Spanish

Powers:

Unknown

Weaknesses/Illness/Allergies: Allergic to fish, Traumatic Brain Injury,

Pet: Cinnamon Ferret (Sonic, Male)

Occupation: Captain in a local well known mafia (Rivals to Noah Bellamy) and owner of a popular Spa

Faceclaim: Tom Payne

Description:

Outfit/Accessories/Jewelry:

Height: 5′ 7″

Weight: 123

Body Build: Athletic (Formerly), Underweight/thin (Currently)

Backstory/Background:

Past

Quindell VI was born out of wedlock to Alis and his father, Quindell V. His mother was mostly a stripper who had tended to get around town quite a lot. While his father had been the heir to a popular and wealthy company at the time he met Alis. Alis had been the young Quindell V’s favorite stripper and would treat her almost like a girlfriend, perhaps in a futile attempt to break Alis’ wild, slutty ways. Alis toyed with this special attention, as his wealth seen that she could want for nothing. That was until he had proposed to her after a night of wild sex.

The next day she skipped town and Quindell V would be nothing more than a blip in time of her life, or so Alis had thought. Nearly three months later she had found that she was pregnant. By then she had already gotten into a relationship with another man, as she was not the ideal weight she had been to appeal to most costumers she was used to picking up, her fling was less than ideal. Abusive, even. When it was found that she was pregnant with Quindell VI, she was beaten.

Months later Quindell Jr would be born into the world, it was a lackluster affair. Alis grew bored with her new son very quickly. To deal with her abusive boyfriend she would often abandon the baby to get lost in drink or drugs for hours. That was until child protective services caught wind of what was going on. On and off Quindell would be taken from his mother’s care only to be returned until he was about six years of age. When after being severely beaten by a belt across the back, Quindell could not show up for his usual check ins. This was the final straw, despite the clear need for him to be taken out of that home sooner, to finally get him removed.

Nearly a year later he was placed in a home with a couple who wanted to foster him. It was during this time where he was discovered to have a talent for musical instruments, especially in the cello. Not long after, because of his skill and adaption to the instrument, he was viewed as something of a ‘prodigy’. However, it seemed that his stroke of bad luck continued as he again suffered abuse, both in sexual nature and mentally with his foster parents. They were arrested and Quindell was again placed into the system, before again being returned to his mother Alis when he was a teenager. She had remained destitute and now looked scarred and older than her actual age. Quindell would again face abuse with Alis’ new husband, who was a man that was strict, and if any of his rules were broken, you knew about it with a fist to the face.

One thing Quindell did have to rely on in his life was his talent for playing the cello, however. Alis and her husband had only seen him as a piggy bank, which was the only reason they fought to bring him back into their care after discovering that he was riding on a full scholarship by a local newspaper in the Miami news. This had brought him some fame and attention, as well as his attention attending a wealthy private school most of his school days. Quindell’s money he would earn in his performances were forcibly handed over to his mother who, with her husband. would often spend on drugs and other wasteful things for themselves, only leaving Quindell with the bare essentials.

By the time Quindell graduated high school he had been tired of playing the cello and not being able to reap from its rewards. He had, essentially, become so depressed by these circumstances he was in that he gave up on anything that made him unique, or truly fulfilled and happy. He settled for just being another cog in the machine. This would lead to him falling into a life of crime first in selling drugs, then in poisoning people, which had caught the eye of the Ivory Serpents recruiter who found him.

Once he had gotten into the gang Quindell quickly, with his knack for knife throwing and poisons, began to kill his way up in the rankings of the gang. He managed to make Captain after a couple of years and had managed to keep that position solid over the course of the next years of his life. He was quickly known to be one of the members of the gang that you did not fuck with because of his tendency for sudden hostilities and violent outbursts. Oh, and the murdering of his own. That would probably play plenty of factors of his scope of intimidation within the organization. He sees everyone as fair game.

When Quindell was around thirty or so years of age he fell in love with a man who was persistent in capturing his affection, to the point Quindell would say they were obsessed with him. The two would start an affair with one another, Quindell, being wealthy from his former drug dealing and eventual owning a a massage business in Miami, often liked to lavish his lover in finer things. Then came one night where the two were in his apartment fooling around before dinner. When it came to eating his fling served the meal. Quindell got a few bites in before realizing something was wrong with his dish.

What had been wrong with it was that there had been fish disguised with the rest of the meal in it, a food he was allergic to. While he started to gasp his lover walked over toward him, spewing some nonsense about how he had killed someone they deeply cared about, and how he would pay for it then, there, and now. Laughing at the man, Quindell asked ‘who’ before he was grabbed by the throat and slammed onto the ground. As the man he thought loved him tightened their fingers around his throat, leaving him gasping for breath, they promised to make his death ‘fit for a king’. Quindell had momentarily passed out after that.

When he woke up next, mere seconds after his would be assassin stepped away, he managed to get onto his side and look around for one of his weapons. Finally getting to his feet he ran toward a dresser yanking the drawer open and pulling out a throwing knife laced in a deadly poison of his own concoction, just as the assassin ran toward him, he threw it deep into their chest. Only to be grabbed and thrown around like a rag doll. The pair struggled, Quindell managing to finally get the upper hand, throwing the other into his large living room window/ sliding door.

The window gave way under both their weights, shattering and sending them falling onto the balcony. Quindell took out another knife and tried to throw it at the assassin, only to be tackled by them and thrown over the edge of the balcony. However, he had managed to stab his knife deep into the assassin’s back, managing to catch himself before falling completely when the knife got lodged into the assassin’s body. He only had a split second to attempt to come up with a plan before suddenly they were both tipping over the balcony and falling down toward concrete three floors below. The last thing he heard for nearly two years was his body hitting something hard.

Present

Over the next two years Quindell’s affairs and business were handled by his lawyers. For those two years he was, as was written in his files, left on life support. With no one being able to decide whether to pull the plug on his life support, he mostly faded back into obscurity, forgotten. The doctors predicted that he would possibly never wake up from his vegetative state. However, early in December of 2020 he suddenly woke up. Since then Quindell has been working on his release from the hospital and therapy overall, not making much contact with his former gang as he was recovering. Though he has nearly finished with the required half of his recovery, seemingly regaining full functions over his body and mind to their near normal functions once more.

However, through this incident his biological father has managed to locate his son and has made contact with his son, leaving Quindell with a new sense of superiority over everyone, more than he already had.

Future

(Work In Progress)

Criminal History:

Quindell’s criminal traits began at an early age. He was notably violent as a child, beating up other kids in his school or doing other harmful and cruel things. He would often steal from his peers, but then graduated to stealing from stores. He’d pick fights intentionally and beat the hell out of anyone who so much as looked at him wrong, just for fun.

His reputation got around fast, even faster when he got into selling drugs for a living for a while. He almost completely made his own drug empire; however, before he could do so, he was approached by an Ivory Serpent recruiter who ‘liked his style’ and soon he became a soldier of the gang. Quindell wasn’t satisfied with that though, so he started working his way up the ladder as quick as he could to get more money.

This led him to an initiation mission of killing a Crimson Reaper. He poisoned them with a paralyzes before shooting them in the head execution style. Then the body was buried for him by other gang members while he dealt with the trauma of his first kill. It did not take him long to learn to deal with this sickening feeling of killing, as his thirst for wealth outweighed it at the end of the day. He set his eyes on climbing the ladder within the gang with a new sense of viciousness to him.

Personality:

Erratic, Adaptable, Hostile, Seraphic(Angelic), Empathetic, Patient, Reliable, Orderly, Cheerful, Logical, Vague, Treacherous, Accessible, Captivating, Fun-loving, Physical, Insensitive, Strict, Emotional, Moody, Stubborn,Vindictive, Outspoken, Cute, Superstitious, Malicious, Excitable, Snobbish, Extreme, Irrational, Arbitrary, Insulting, Silly, Tense, Venomous, Tactless, Crazy, Aloof, Intimidating, Delusional,

Quirks/Savvies/Other: Left brained, Left handed, 126 IQ, Blood Type: B-, He has had sex with more people than he has seriously dated, Is in it (Ivory Serpents) for the money, Has a talent for throwing knives, Quin has an extremely low tolerance to alcohol, Played the cello professionally (Child prodigy), Practices kyusho jitsu (Black Belt), Wears glasses/contacts, Never went to further his education after high school because he was too busy making SO much money and buying The Rub Down already, Has a bit of brain damage from a devastating fall he suffered nearly 3 years prior to current events( of the year 2020) which left him in a two year coma that he has woken up from in the last month or so, Is distantly related to a now dead royal dynasty,

Likes: Throwing knives, Playing the cello, Being dramatic, Sex, Drinking, Drugs, Making poisons, Herbalism, Kyusho Jitsu, Racing cars, Motorcycles, Philosophy, Math, Economics, Relaxing, Cooking, Plays, Bargain hunting, jigsaw puzzles, Practicing martial arts, Practicing instruments, Training in weapons, Ice cream, Dog grooming, Chocolate, Hiking, Musicals, Paleontology, Dinosaurs, Dogs, Reading, Pretending he grew up wealthy and spoiled, Acting like his sliver of a link to royalty is more important than it actually is,

Dislikes: Fish, Checkers, Toads, Dolphins, Modern art, Trains, Puppets,

Fears: Kind of afraid of cats, Achluophobia, Zombies, That everyone hates him, Haphephobia

Personality Tests: ENTJ-A, The Individualist (Primary), The Achiever (Secondary), The Enthusiast (Thirdly), 4w3 (The Enthusiast), Neutral Evil, Slytherin, Slytherdor, Horned Serpent, Abraxan Winged Horse Patronus, Element: Fire, Temperament: Choleric/Sanguine,

Other: Sagittarius, Chines Zodiac: Fire Rabbit, Mayan Zodiac: Serpent, Celtic Zodiac: Hawk,

Parent(s):

-> Father: Quindell Parker V

-> Mother: Alis Zabłocki

Sibling(s): Only Child

Starters

Chat’s

Para’s

Face

Stuff

Information

Asks

All

Alternate Universes

#QuindellBio #OrionAU #MafiaOrion #MafiaAU #OrionAUBio #AUBio #AUBios #Bios #AU

5 notes · View notes

ledenews · 8 months

Text

Santorine: 'Let the Games Begin... the Political Season is Upon Us'

In just under two weeks we’ll arrive at the end of the filing period for many of the political offices that will be voted upon in our state and local elections. There will be incumbents coming back, some fresh new faces, and some who have run before and all are looking for a chance at success. You’ll be inundated with media of all kinds - outdoor advertising, radio, TV, social media, newspapers, and direct mail. Everyone involved in “the media” knows there’s always a bit more money around in a year with elections (and Olympics). As certain as I am that day follows night, I know that most, if not all of the candidates will message some form of “Working for YOU”, and that some anonymous Washington, D.C. entity with a nebulous name will go massively negative on at least one of the candidates. Oh, and don’t forget the incessant fundraising. I’m a student of history and “working for you” started popping up in the 1930s with the explosive growth of government. It’s not going to go away. It’s a recurring theme in political campaigns, and with good reason. Government puts it ham-fisted mark on so much of what we do every day. A good politician will help their constituents navigate the morass that they created. “Constituent services” is a critical part of what will keep politicians in office, and it should be top of the list for any newly elected public servant. It’s dealing with the alphabet soup that is government. DOT, DMV, SOS, AG; the list goes on and on. You’re not going to get what you deserve; you’re going to get what’s expedient for some bureaucrat. You’ll need someone in your corner to help. That’s where your elected officials become very, very important. Negative campaigning has been around since day one. John Quincy Adams supporters distributed the “Coffin Handbills” against Andrew Jackson in 1828. They didn’t tell the reader a thing about Adams. They did tell you how awful Jackson would be as President. There were also slanderous allegations about his wife that were used as negative campaigning. That’s nearly 200 years ago, and I’m sure if Photoshop were around then, they would have put his head, powdered wig and all, on a pig’s body for their “handbills”. I don’t think we have become more sophisticated about negative campaigning, but we might be a little more civil. Some of the early negative campaigns were simply brutal, and like today, no member of the candidates’ family are spared. We have seen negative campaigning use allegations from when the candidate was a child. At some point, it is insulting to the intelligence of the recipient. Negative campaigning is an attempt to trigger fear. “If elected, he’s going to start World War III!” “He’s a RINO!” (whatever that is), or “She votes with the commie, socialist scum of the other party 470% of the time!” None of it is true, but it might move some voters. Negative campaigning is ideally suited for today’s election cycles, which are typically short. The fear needs to be constantly reinforced for it to be effective, and campaigns will repeat the same message frequently and through many different media outlets. If it didn’t work, the professionals who run political campaigns would not spend so much money doing it. While I was writing this, I received two fundraising messages - “$5 could make all the difference in these final hours” (from a presidential candidate) and “If I don’t raise $11,231.24 in the next four hours, we are going to have to drop out”. Really now…. I guess my five bucks won’t make a difference. Here’s a collection of some from just this political season: “Friend, your name is still Missing.” “We have to win, or people will die.” “YOUR NAME WILL BE REMOVED.” “It’s not looking good …” While I’m sure there are really smart folks who are penning these fundraising letters, I have to question its intent. Again, they would not continue along these lines if it didn’t work, but sometimes I wonder if the young staffers who are responsible for this could not use a bit more adult supervision. I know your mailbox, both postal and email, will be full. You’ll chuckle at some of it. Your intelligence will be insulted by a chunk of it, and some of it will make it to the trash bin, directly or after a short detour to the bottom of the bird cage. So, let the games begin! The political season is upon us. I guarantee you’ll have a front-row seat. Read the full article

0 notes