#and not all in one short burst at like 10 or 11 at night

[chimonystack]

As a tumblr user without the mobile app who also has school I find it very entertaining to go to school throughout the day, going through all the boring classes and whatnot, and then to come home to a huge mass of posts made by all my mutuals and the people I follow, going through each one and seeing what was on their minds through the day

[mrchiipchrome]

Knight In Shining Armor

W.C.- 800

Request- 'the reader is an introvert and not a hugging person. so, during camp w the lionesses, some players tease reader about it because the reader w Lessi is the opposite. Gf Lessi being protective of the reader?'

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Growing up as introverted as you did had been a challenge for sure, never really being able to open up to people making you feel left out most of the time. Maybe that’s why your parents made sure to put you to training in a teamsport as soon as they possibly could.

Still, you had major problems with getting and keeping friends, well until Alessia came along. 

The young blonde, then brunette, had defended you against some particularly nasty young girls at Charlton. They had pushed you over without any reason, making your newly washed kit all muddy again.

Then like a knight in shining armor, the short girl came over and stood right in front of you, so as to protect you from their nasty words and actions. 

With miraculous strength for a 6 year old, Alessia made sure that the two girls never bothered you again.

Ever since that day, your young heart only beat for her. There was nothing and no one that could come between your unbreakable bond, and with you in the midfield and Alessia up top, there was no better scoring duo than you two.

And at 7, you and Alessia got “married” after football with the trainer officiating. At 10, you and Alessia departed your childhood club in search of something bigger. At 11, you signed for the Arsenal youth academy and Alessia signed for the rival London club.

At 13, you transferred schools to be closer to one of your only friends and at 14, you confessed your obvious feelings for the other, sharing secret kisses between classes. 

At 16, you finally told your families about your relationship, your families who’d always known you’d end up with the other.

At 17, you signed your first pro contract with Arsenal while Alessia got offers to play at UNC. At 18, your heart broke for the first time as you knew how hard it would be to do long distance. At 19, you cried yourself to sleep every night because you were missing your soulmate.

At 21, Alessia returned to England and your introverted heart burst with happiness at your person being back in the same country as you. 

And when you won the euros alongside your love, you realized what a gift it was to have someone like her. Your very own knight in shining armor.

Even after becoming slightly less closed off to the world, there was still one thing you truly couldn’t stand, physical touch.

Whenever someone, excluding Alessia, touched you it felt like your skin was crawling and the feeling always brought tears to the corners of your eyes. 

It was the only non-negotiable thing, no touch. And Alessia had always been like a hawk, making sure to not let anyone touch you longer than deemed necessary.

So, when you once again arrive at camp basically attached to your girlfriend, it doesn’t take long for the other girls to start to tease you.

—-

“Hey Y/n/n, why don’t I get hugs like that?” You hear the unmistakable sound of Lucy Bronze’s voice echo through the lobby. The shell shocked expression on your face only makes Alessia tighten her grip around your waist, nearly putting herself in front of you in a protective stance.

“Yeah Y/n, I also want a nice long hug sometimes, maybe a kiss on the head” Georgia’s next as she sends you a quick wink to accompany her statement. The possessive growl Alessia lets escape her throat might be one of the hottest things you’d ever experienced.

“Come on Y/n, just give me a little hug, it would be nice!” Mary’s loud voice carries all through the lobby as she walks towards you with her arms fully open. 

That’s where Alessia’s had enough, her protective nature coming through in the most noticeable way possible. She moves her body fully in front of you, mostly blocking the three women's view of you as she holds her hand out to stop Mary from moving any closer to you.

“Right, that’s enough. Once is fine, but the two of you continuing when she’s obviously uncomfortable is just going too far. If she wants to give you a hug, then she’ll do it in her own time, are we clear?” Alessia’s booming voice is heard all throughout the lobby, and the three women in front of you nod their heads rapidly in agreement.

With a satisfied smile painting over her face, Alessia moves back to your side, hugging you protectively before leaning up and capturing your lips in a possessive kiss.

For good measure, as Alessia’s leading you towards the elevator, she turns back to the three women still standing in the same place as where she left them and winks. 

Yeah, Alessia was your knight in shining armor.

[moonspirit]

aruani kink headcanons? they're a tad 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 and i wanna know your hc's on how they show it <3

Hello again, freakfont anon!!

[N/SFW]

You know, Aruani's freakiness isn't always obvious. But under that quietness there lie some very, very freaky happenings.

They're a very sexually active couple. Annie's high libido paired with Armin's higher curiosity makes pretty much every night a fucking fantastic trip to the moon.

2. That said, they're quite vanilla in the beginning of their relationship. You know, shyness + inexperience + mutual embarrassment and insecurity.

3. But once they're past all that!!!!

4. Woo!!!!

5. Armin needs only to see a sliver of the skin on Annie's waist to get aroused, wondering how he can use that tiny strip of her body to collect every single breath and reaction out of her, new and old. And anyway, it's not like it's very complicated. Annie's not a very "sleep-clothes" person, most often she's only in a tank top and shorts - very easy to uhhh- slip his hands up her soft thighs and over her softer ass.

6. And Annie? Her on-off button is Armin's voice. All he has to do is croon her name or tell her she looks pretty and she's dropping her panties (if she has the patience for it. Otherwise she's just jumping him. Something something put his newly toned body to good use by making him lift her up and bear the weight... it's sexy. It turns her on.)

7. Oh btw her "off" button doesn't really work.

8. At some point Armin gets really fucking obsessed with giving Annie hickeys in extremely dangerous spots. Like the back of her neck barely hidden by the collars of her shirt. The inside of her arm, right where the sleeves stop when they're rolled up. The top of her chest exactly below the second button of her shirt - she can never undo it for this reason. On her inner thighs - it's a good thing she has stockings on. The sides of her breasts where her bra or the hems of her evening dress brush. And right there, on her cunt, where she continues to feel the pleasurable sting and heat long after. It's exciting you see, finding Annie going about her daily business with a furious blush on her cheeks because no matter what she does - there's a hickey somewhere she can't expose!

9. They like to do it in freaky places too. The trial room of a clothing store. The theatre. In the back of a car parked somewhere dark. The washroom of a restaurant. A libary. An office-room. A deserted street at night. In the forest. At the beach.

10. Well, Annie pretends she doesn't like it, hissing and glaring and scowling but strangely does not protest when Armin's lifting her leg up. He finds it very cute, her anger.

11. They're into some very kinky ideas! Particularly, Annie tends to get really fucking turned on whenever he's in that goddamn illegal suit because! His tie! His tiiieee! He looks so... fuckable in it.

12. So Annie develops a thing for calling Armin "Commander, you shouldn't be shirking your responsibilities like this..." while simultaneously dragging him by his tie into an empty room and closing the door shut.

13. (*whispers* they're having commander kink sex in there)

14. Annie's a scratcher and Armin's a biter/licker. Yeah they carry a lot of bruises!

15. Their dom-sub dynamic is typically Armin being the soft!dom and he REALLY gets off on it! It's the validation and sense of power he gets over being the one to lead Annie through the sex - and Annie lets him because holy fuck does he KNOW how to fuck her!

16. They're always trying very very creative positions. Sometimes they work, sometimes they end up cramping their muscles and burst out laughing. In either case, they have a lot of fun.

17. With Aruani, it's highly sophisticated dirty talk, and Armin's the one doing most of the talking because... well, because boy reaaally knows how to talk to get her whimpering and wet before he's even undressed her.

18. PSYCHOLOGICAL MIND-GAMES SEX, BABY.

19. Sometimes they get really fucking competitive! Annie trying to wipe that cheeky smile off his face by topping and riding him until he's speechless, or Armin in turn trying to capitalize on his assured victory when Annie's legs no longer work. Then Annie getting pissed that she's losing and taking control again, Armin grinning because no matter what, he can sense her struggling, and--

20. So. Only a tad 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂, you say?

[unactive-shroom]

⩨͢ Halloween Event!

Duration: 24th Oct. - 4th Nov.

I LOVE autumn and Halloween, and to add to my already massive workload, I’ve decided to bring back last years Halloween event! Below are some autumn/Halloween themed prompts. Under the title there is a short description (?) That doesn't really make sense but pretend it does. You can send as many requests as you like, but each request has a max of 2 characters. If you ask for 2 characters the scenario will be shorter than if you ask for just 1.

Examples:

"Hello!! Can I request venti with prompt 11 please?"

"Hi! Can I get hajime with prompt 4?"

"Hi hi, can I get yachi with prompt 3?"

Fandoms eligible: here

Prompts:

1) pumpkin carving!!

~ carving pumpkins with your s/o! Will you go to a pumpkin patch, or buy from the store?

2) apple picking

~ going to an apple orchard and picking apples with your s/o!What are you going to do with all the apples? Bake them into a pie? Or maybe for some apple bobbing?

3) baking Halloween treats

~ baking with your s/o!! Who are you baking the treats for? Will it burn, or be perfectly golden?

4) Halloween decorations!!

~ It's October, so it's time for some spooky decor!!! Will your s/o be a stubborn perfectionist, or completly chaotic?

5) Scary movies!!

~ is your s/o able to handle a few horror movies? Or, are YOU able to handle them?

6) autumn walks!!

~ walking along a tree lined street, with the crisp golden autumn leaves dancing around your heads. Where will you and your s/o go? Who will you meet?

7) reading together!

~ sitting beneath a tree, both of you reading in comfortable silence. Is your so quiet, or trying to distract you? Will you get your book finished or end up distracted?

8) meeting trick or treaters!!

~ domestic fluff!! You and your s/o are getting ready for the arrival of trick or treaters!

9) Costumes!!

~ what is your so dressing up as? Matching costumes? Or do they not even want to dress up??

10) Bonfires!!

~ going to a bonfire with your s/o? Perfect! A cosy way to spend the night . Are you with friends, family or just the two of you?

11) Fireworks!!

~ You and your s/o going to see the fireworks light up the night sky. The colourful bursts contrasting against the dark sky is perfect for a late night picnic

12) Visiting a haunted house / amusement park

~ will your s/o get scared, or will they put on a brave face? Find out in the house of horrors!

13) Going to see the fnaf movie !!

~ self explanatory…

14) Ghost Hunting!!

~ Will you and your s/o catch some paranormal activity? Will it spook you, or make you laugh? Will your s/o faint at the sight of a ghost, or will they stay strong?

…

The only changes to last years one is the fandom list is considerably reduced, and there are two new prompts. Same rules as for a normal request applies!

Thank you if you participate, and happy Halloween!! <3 🎃

[donteattheappleshook]

WIP Wednesday Prologue Challenge

(I should probably actually do the challenge for my own event lol)

So many WIPs!

1) Not Broken At All

Killian gives a short, humourless laugh, head hanging slightly as he works a dampened cloth over the bloodied skin of his neck. “Believe me, Swan, it’s very easy to do nothing.”

2) His

She already hates the idea of this shop being sold and taken over by someone else or turned into a saloon or a tack shop or something else less wonderful and beautiful than the dimly lit, clustered little book store. 

3) Honey don’t feed it (It will come back)

"I don’t think anyone knows enough about you to warn me off… or warn me on.” 

“That’s not a thing.”

“Sure it is.” She pulls the empty stopper away. “Sorry, Chewie, that’s all of it.” 

Oh, hell, she’s bloody named it.

4) A Swan by Any Other Name (AKA Bi!Killian fic)

The quartermaster rolled his eyes. “Aye, Captain. Just remember, killing one on the first day invokes fear; killing two invokes mutiny.” 

5) Madly (a Cyrano de Bergerac AU)

“And what do you feel?”

“I feel… I feel the way I did the first time I saw the sea.”

“Go on.”

“It was terrifying”

“I terrify you?”

“Aye. frighteningly powerful, awe inspiring and strong willed, I knew that she could destroy me without even intending to. And I knew that I would never again want to be apart from her.”

“And now?”

“I’m reminded of the first time I fell in.”

6) Untitled silver Killian won’t date Emma fic

“Oi! What the hell was that for?” Will gasps, cradling his arm protectively to his side. Emma slaps it again. “Ow!”

“Are you kidding me?” Smack. “After six months -” smack. “I finally get him to ask me out -” smack. “I finally get him home. And you do this.” She lands three slaps in a row to his shoulder.

“Stop hitting me!” 

“No -” smack. “Do you have any idea how much goddamn furniture I bought? For nothing!”

“Ow!”

7 & 8)How did it end up like this? (It Was Only a Kiss sequel) and Pining fic (an earlier version of only a kiss)

No words yet - just vibes.

9) Optometrist fic (I don’t think I’ll continue this one tbh)

“Fine,” she sighed, deciding it wasn’t worth the battle. “How long is this going to take?”

10) Pride and Prejudice AU

It was a bright, sunny, and perfectly pleasant afternoon when Cora burst into the room and disrupted it. 

“Have you heard?” She shouted, forcing all three men to jump in their seats and take note of her. Killian set down his book, wondering what could possibly have thrown his stepmother into such a state. His brother rushed to her side, trying to urge her to sit as she panted in excitement as though she’d run all the way home from the market. Their father barely looked up from his cards. “Misthaven Castle is let at last!” 

11) Remember the Night AU (I forgot about this one)

“Listen, if don’t come with me then I won’t go to Boston. I can’t let you stay in this city with nowhere to go. It’s my fault you’re in this mess and I feel a certain responsibility for you.”

“You didn’t make me steal the watch,” she deadpans. 

He tries again. “If you don’t come then you’re going to make me miss Christmas with my family. Can you live with that?”

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Honestly a lower number than I was dreading!

[samuelerssonupdates]

*on opening night

Forwards

1st line: Michkov #39 - Couturier #14 - Foerster #71

Maksim Konstantinov / Len Redkoles / Jason Mowry (header image: Eliot J. Schechter)

Michkov on the first line is the only non-controversial choice here. It was hard to pick between Couturier and Frost, particularly since I believe that Michkov and Frost are going to work really well together this upcoming season. However, I think it's more than likely they want to pair Michkov with a more experienced player, particularly one like Sean Couturier, who is strong on faceoffs - can get Michkov the puck off the faceoff! - and a good defensive forward. Speaking of defensive forwards, I put one of the top defensive wingers in the NHL this season, Tyson Foerster, on the other wing. Foerster is a RW but since the Flyers seem to have completely done away with GAFing about what position wing their forwards play, I put him here and, in this post, will not GAF about L/RW either.

I think Foerster and Konecny would be the only two wingers the Flyers would consider opposite Michkov right now. Konecny for his own strong offensive upside was definitely a plus, but I went with Foerster because I think making sure that their two best defensive forwards are balancing out Michkov's high offense will be a high priority for Tortorella. Foerster also plays a pretty physical game where I don't believe Michkov does...? Someone correct me if I'm wrong there. I think that this top line is a well-balanced line between a vet, a strong winger, and a superstar.

Matvei Michkov, 19-22--41, 47 GP for HK Sochi

Sean Couturier, 11-27--38, 74 GP

Tyson Foerster, 20-13--33, 77 GP

2nd line: Konecny #11 - Frost #48 - Tippett #74

Len Redkoles / Len Redkoles / Dustin Satloff

Purely offensive line. Total fun. Morgan Frost's defensive play is very good, but he's a playmaker at heart and I would love to see this line get some time this season. I do eventually envision Frost and Michkov on a line regularly, as I think (as do many others) Frost's creativity will work well with Michkov's, but as far as opening night goes, I can't see them putting Frost and Michkov together too early.

Otherwise, these three would be fun to watch. In the 23-24 season Konecny assisted on 10 of Tippett's 28 goals, and 8 of Frost's 13 goals were assisted on by one of these two. All three were particularly productive during the Flyers' more dominant period in December 2023 and January 2024.

Travis Konecny, 33-35--68, 76 GP

Morgan Frost, 13-28--41, 71 GP

Owen Tippett, 28-25--53, 78 GP

3rd line: Brink #10 - Laughton #21 - Farabee #86

Randy Litzinger / Len Redkoles / Len Redkoles

Something of a double-veteran presence on this line for Brink, who, while he has NHL experience, spent a multitude of games last year playing for the Phantoms and watching from the press box at the behest of Tortorella. Farabee had a career year in 2023-24 but it didn't seem like it after he went long stretches of time without a goal, and Scott Laughton, the unofficial Flyers locker room DJ, had a much maligned 23-24 season. Not that this is SamuelErssonUpdates's Line for Lost Flyers, but it's a line of guys who you'd love to see do even better. Hoping that each of them move up the lineup at some point in the season, but on opening night this would be a safe bet.

Bobby Brink, 11-12--23, 57 GP

Scott Laughton, 13-26--39, 82 GP

Joel Farabee, 22-28--50, 82 GP

4th line: Cates #27 - Poehling #25 - Hathaway #19

Rich Graessle / Dustin Satloff / Jason Mowry

The easiest decision of the bunch, the Ph(C) line was one of the most cohesive and regular of last season. A solid 4th line of three guys that scored a little and hit a lot, (thank you, Garnet Hathaway) all three are signed to short-term contracts in Philly. It would, however, be nice to see Ryan Poehling Do The Thing again, and if he potentially moves up the lineup this year, maybe we'll see a burst in production from him.

Noah Cates, 6-12--18, 59 GP

Ryan Poehling, 11-17--28, 77 GP

Garnet Hathaway, 7-10--17, 82 GP

Defense

In general, all of these defensive pairings have been pretty well established; they were generally paired together last year, and the Flyers org shows no signs of switching them up unless something surprising happens.

1st pairing: Sanheim #6 - York #8

Len Redkoles / Len Redkoles

These two were the top defensive pairing last year, and they'll be our top defensive pairing this year. York played 82 games and had an average ice time of 22:37 per game; in one stunner of a game against the Canes, he played a whopping 29:01. Sanheim, meanwhile, logged 30% more assists than ever before in his career. These two will be back at it on your TV screen on October 11, I guarantee it.

Travis Sanheim: 10-34--44, 81 GP

Cam York: 10-20--30, 82 GP

2nd pairing: Seeler #24 - Drysdale #9

Jason Mowry / Len Redkoles

Generally considered to be the pairing on which Tortorella will have Drysdale, Seeler's defensive defense will be a solid counterpoint to Drysdale's offensive defense. Literally everyone in the world wants to see Drysdale do well on the Flyers – a healthy, more veteran player like Nick Seeler is probably the best option to round out his play.

Nick Seeler, 1-12--13, 71 GP

Jamie Drysdale, 3-7--10, 34 GP (1-4--5, ANA; 2-3--5, PHI)

3rd pairing: Zamula #5 - Johnson #77

Len Redkoles / Bill Wippert

With the return of Rasmus Ristolainen still unclear, and having seen none of the Flyers' prospects in the preseason, this is my current projected 3rd pairing. Both Zamula and Johnson re-signed short-term deals with the Flyers this offseason, and while Johnson will most likely remain a 7th d-man to be rotated in and out of the lineup, if Zamula makes the team out of camp I expect to see him as a regular fixture on the blue line.

Yegor Zamula, 5-16--21, 66 GP

Erik Johnson, 5-1--6, 67 GP (3-0--3, BUF; 2-1--3, PHI)

Goalies

Starting Goalie: Ersson #33

Len Redkoles

I don't know what anyone wants me to say here. this could not more clearly be my fucking guy. the blog is named after him. I am not taking questions at this ti- Stats? Buckle up, fuckers. I love stats and I'm incapable of being objective.

Sam Ersson is tied for the 4th-most winningest rookie goalie in Flyers history. At 24 years old, he has 5 shutouts in 63 career GP; the goalie he replaced had 6 shutouts in 227 GP. He had 4 this season alone, tying Igor Shesterkin (55 GP) and Pyotr Kochetkov (42 GP). With 23 wins in 51 GP, he won more games than Linus Ullmark (22 W in 40 GP), Alex Lyon (21 W in 44 GP), Tristan Jarry (19 W in 51 GP), and tied Jarry (29 years old with 8 seasons of NHL experience) and Thatcher Demko (28 years old with 7 seasons of NHL experience) for games played on the season. He had a 19-game streak of 3 GA or less where he went 12-4-2 (with one game where he entered in relief) and was one of the best goalies in shootouts in the league. In shootouts, only 4 goalies stopped more shots than him, yet he had a better shootout save percentage than all of them.

He had an .890 save percentage on the season. I don't care. The Flyers played 37 games from January 18th to the end of the season. Ersson played 32 of them, most of them with a backup that wasn't NHL caliber (Cal Petersen - sent down; Felix Sandstrom - sent down and traded in the offseason) or not ready to play in the NHL yet (Ivan Fedotov). Ersson was playing 86% of the Flyers' games at this point; for reference, the top 5 most played goalies in the league played:

Saros, 28 years old, 64 GP; 78% of NSH GP

Georgiev, 27 years old, 63 GP; 77% of COL GP

Hellebuyck, 30 years old, 60 GP; 73% of WPG GP

Skinner, 25 years old, 59 GP; 72% of EDM GP

Bobrovsky, 35 years old, 58 GP; 71% of FLA GP

So to recap, rookie Sam Ersson was starting games at a higher rate than 5 goalies that made the playoffs, including one that won the Stanley Cup, one that went to the Cup finals, and one that won the Vezina trophy. Forgive me if I don't take his .890 save percentage as the word of God and the final statement on his goaltending.

He's the starter next year. Tortorella and Briere have already made it clear; Ersson is their guy. Fortunately, he likes that.

Samuel Ersson, 23-19-7, .890 SV%, 2.82 GAA, 4 SO

Backup: Fedotov #82

Len Redkoles

Ivan Fedotov should be fun to watch this season. He was phenomenal in the KHL for years, and hopefully will be able to bring that this season with more time to get settled in the area, the team, and in his gear. If all goes well would expect to see him start 25-30 games. Like Ersson, his stats on the Flyers tell nothing of the full story, and next season will be a better showing of his capabilities between the pipes.

Flyers, 2023-24: 0-1-1, .811 SV%, 4.95 GAA, 0 SO

CSKA Moscow, 2023-24: 21-22, .914 SV%, 2.37 GAA, 4 SO

[tartarusknight]

King of the Freaks | Part 10

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Eddie wasn’t sure what had happened but suddenly Steve was distant. Monday he had bags under his eyes and during Hellfire, he spent it upstairs working on homework he claimed he couldn’t procrastinate. On Tuesday Steve stopped by the table to get a Tupperware container back from Jeff before he disappeared again and he didn’t speak to Eddie once in the few classes they shared. But he did see him talking with a girl that he didn’t know. Jealousy bubbled up but it was not like anything Eddie could do would be enough. It's falling for a straight boy 101. However, the only thing that didn’t change was the short calls after nine.

On Wednesday, Eddie had a plan. And he put it into motion as the bell rang. He'd have a few minutes until he had to be in the next one. “Hey, Steve!” Eddie jogged to meet up with Steve as he exited English. Steve paused, looking back and waiting for him. “Hey,” Eddie said stupidly but it made a small smile appear on Steve’s face. “So, we don’t have school on Friday,” Eddie started and Steve just raised an eyebrow. “We were talking about all meeting up and smoking if you wanted to join us. Well, uh, we were wondering if you wanted to-”

“Host?” Steve offered and while Eddie hadn’t really had a solid train of thought, so, he clung to the offered hand.

He nodded, “Just like hanging out, ya know.”

Steve picked at one of the books in his hand, “if you guys wanted you could just stay the night. Since you’re all already going to be over for Hellfire anyways. Uh-” Steve cut himself off and he looked a little panicked. “Uh, I don’t have any breakfast foods… maybe it’s easier to-”

Eddie threw his arm around Steve, “want to go shopping with me then? After school, we can head over to the store and pick up anything we’d need. We can all pitch in-”

“Money’s not a problem,” Steve waved his hand and he seemed to lean into Eddie. “Sure, yeah, sounds great. You know what they like,” he says softly and Eddie’s heart bursts as Steve looks over at him. Their so close and Eddie’s going to die. “See you after school then,” Steve says softly and ducks from Eddie’s arm, giving him a wiggle of his fingers in goodbye. Eddie needs a second to get his heart to restart.

He forced himself through the rest of the day until he spotted Steve leaning against the van looking so fucking bored. The mean girl inside of Steve crawls out as people give him weird looks. Eddie wants to run over but he forces himself to keep it cool. He didn’t need to scare Steve off just because of the stupid crush.

Steve tried to look unbothered as Eddie reached him. “We can take my car.” He offers and Eddie snickers.

“Why? Do you not like my driving?” He watches Steve’s eyes narrow in the best way. The way that meant he was trying to hold back a bitchy comment. “Come on, why don’t I drive?”

Steve scoffed, “I’m not dying today, come on.” He grabs Eddie’s jacket and pulls him over to the Beamer.

Eddie slips into the passenger seat and leans on his arm to look over at Steve. He was backing out of the parking lot with ease. And while he looked good when he drove Eddie’s van. He looked completely in his element here in his car. Eddie forced himself to snap out of it and he fiddled with Steve’s radio. Steve didn’t even look mad as Eddie fiddled with his stuff.

“So, what are your plans for Thanksgiving?” Eddie asked when the silence seemed to grow awkward. He thinks that maybe if he got used to being alone with Steve, it wouldn’t be so bad. But at this moment he’s used to having others acting as a crutch.

Steve glanced over and shrugged, “I never really celebrated it, to be honest. I think Dustin’s been bothering Claudia, his mom, to let me come over but I’m not really sure.” Steve chuckled, “you’d think I told him that the world was ending when I said I didn’t celebrate it anymore. He started rambling about giving me the best holiday. I think he thinks that he could make this into my favorite holiday if he tried hard enough.”

Eddie smiled as Steve lit up talking about the younger boy. He always lit up when talking about the kids but Dustin was always unique. His whole body lit up when he spoke about the kid. “So, what is your favorite holiday then?” He asked and Steve tensed a little, glancing over at Eddie.

“Come on, you didn’t even let me ask a question. The polite thing to do is switch at the very least,” Steve complained. "Then it's a proper conversation and not an interrogation."

Eddie couldn’t stop the laugh from escaping, “Fine. Hit me with a question, big boy.”

Steve hummed, “what are you doing for Thanksgiving? Are you spending it with Wayne?”

Eddie raised an eyebrow, “wow that was two questions. But I’ll allow it, I suppose. Yeah, me and Wayne usually make a nice breakfast. I can’t cook for shit but I’m getting pretty good at breakfast foods.” Eddie laughs and Steve nods, “It’s nothing special. Afterward, Wayne will go to work because they pay double for it. Then I’ll usually head over to Gareth’s.”

Steve pulls into the parking lot and Eddie turns in his seat to face him, “now, what’s your favorite holiday?”

It makes Steve roll his eyes, “fine. Geez not gonna let it go, I guess.” Steve clears his throat, “I- my family stopped celebrating holidays these past few years honestly. So, I don’t have a favorite or least favorite anymore. But when my Grandpa was around, he’d throw these big parties on the 4th of July.”

“Yeah?” Eddie questioned and Steve got a sad look in his eyes.

“Yeah, it was nice. It um- I was actually born on the 4th, so he’d make a big deal out of it.” Steve admitted and as he turned off the car there was something sad in his eyes.

Eddie reached over and gave his shoulder a squeeze. Steve’s eyes shut until Eddie pulled his hand back, “It sounds fun.” Steve nodded before getting out of the car.

They headed into the store and Steve grabs a basket before looking at Eddie. “So, where to first?” He asks and Eddie grins before leading him further into the store. And Eddie tries his very best to stay focused on the task but he’s never been good in the grocery store. There was always something to stop and look at. Always something that caught his attention and had him veering off to check it out. Normally he always went alone with a list. That way if he got distracted it wouldn’t annoy anyone but himself. However, Steve just glanced over and followed him. Asking why Eddie found it interesting.

Suddenly their basket was full of not just breakfast foods but also weird foods Eddie’s always thought looked weird. Steve even grabbed a dragon fruit. Like anything Eddie thought looked good, was good enough reasoning. It made Eddie’s chest swell and his tongue twist until he couldn’t say a single word. Still, Steve looked over at him with a small smile and grabbed cranberry juice because Eddie rambled about how Grant loved it but Eddie thought it was weird. It made his mouth tingle and Steve explained how he could be allergic, Eddie just shrugged.

“Steve,” a voice broke through the mess that was this trip and Eddie looked back to see an uncomfortable-looking Nancy with her mom, Mike, and a little girl. Nancy’s mom was the one who called out to Steve and Eddie saw Mike roll his eyes, even as he headed closer to Steve like it was an impulse.

“Stevie!” The little girl cheered and wiggled in her mom’s arms until she was put down. Steve easily bent to place the basket on the ground and catch the little girl in his arms.

“Oh my! It’s Holly-berry,” Steve said in a happy tone as he stood and spun her. The little girl giggled and clung to Steve.

He easily held the girl close as the other Wheelers headed over at a much slower pace. “Mrs. Wheeler,” Steve greets and it’s not nearly as happy as it had been for Holly. “Mike,” Steve drawled and got a glare because of it. Then he just gave Nancy a small smile.

“Stevie,” Holly tugged on Steve’s shirt and Steve just huffed a laugh. “Tea party?” She asked and Eddie swore he saw actual regret in Steve’s eyes.

He bounced her to make her laugh again before he said anything. “Sorry, not right now. Maybe another time,” he said and Eddie wondered if it was a lie.

Nancy’s mom glanced over at him from where he stood awkwardly beside Steve. “You’re a Munson, right?” She asked and Nancy glared at her mom for a moment. “I’m Karen Wheeler,” she smiled and Eddie awkwardly shook her hand.

“Eddie,” he says and Steve glances over at him. Then he eyes Karen carefully like he didn’t trust her and it made Eddie grow tense.

Karen doesn’t seem to notice, she just places a hand on Steve’s shoulder, “it’s been so long. We’ve missed having you around.”

Eddie knows he isn’t the only one who notices how uncomfortable Nancy is. Mike looks away like he hates this and Steve just smiles a tense smile. “Well, Mrs. Wheeler, you know you can always call me if you need a babysitter.” Steve shrugs but he doesn’t look at Nancy.

“Please, call me Karen, Steve. I've said it a million times... You know, I still don’t know why you two broke up,” Karen says like it’s normal to bring this up in the middle of an aisle at the grocery store. Her hand is still on Steve, gently rubbing a circle on his shoulder like it was normal. Eddie didn’t like it but Steve wasn’t shrugging it off.

Steve was, instead, smiling. “Well, uh, Karen, it’s because we didn’t work out. Not a big deal,” he bends down, making Karen’s hand slip from his shoulder, and places Holly on the ground. He grabs their basket and glances over at him. “It was great seeing you,” he said softly then did a little sweep with his eyes. “Mike, best behavior, right?” He teases him and goes to walk off but Karen is touching him again.

“What are you boys up to?” She glances at the mess that is in their basket.

Steve clears his throat, and his eyes glance at Karen’s hand. “I’ve got a few people spending a night at mine. So, he’s helping me shop for foods everyone will like.”

Eddie nods, “yep. We should get moving. Bye Wheelers,” then he grabs Steve’s arm, pulling Steve from the others. Steve stumbles a little before righting himself. “We’ve still got to grab bread.” He says to Steve, trying to pull Steve’s attention to him and away from the Wheelers. Steve nods and easily follows after him.

Eddie glances back and Karen had Holly back in her arms, talking with her kids. Both Nancy and Mike looked annoyed at their mom. Eddie looked to Steve who did look a little uncomfortable now that they moved away from them. “Sorry, you had to deal with that.” Eddie offered and Steve glanced over.

He shrugged, “I guess I’m used to it.” Eddie wondered what part he was used to. Being asked about Nancy. Having to talk with the Wheelers even though he’s done with Nancy. People just touching him. Although that might only bother Eddie because he's a jealous little shit.

Steve straightened up and looked over the loaves of bread, “It’s whatever. They’ll always think I broke up with Nancy and it’s fine.”

Eddie’s brow furrowed, “really? But she got with Jonathan right after.”

Steve laughed but it wasn’t happy, “well, I’m the one with the reputation. She’s the innocent girl who dated Steve Harrington, a serial dater. Who would believe that I was the one who got their heart broken?” He didn’t look at Eddie but Eddie desperately wanted to grab and shake him. Tell Steve that he believed. That he saw him. Even through all those walls he had, Eddie saw him. 

“Anything else we need?” Steve questioned, turning towards the checkouts. Eddie shook his head and followed silently. They got their couple of bags before heading out to the car. Eddie headed to the trunk but Steve stopped him. “Uh, it’s full back there.” He said before he opened the back door. He placed his bag inside and gestured for Eddie to do the same. Eddie shoved the bag in and shut the door.

The drive back to the school was quiet this time. Steve’s mind was somewhere else as he pulled into the parking spot next to Eddie’s van. “Right, well, see ya tomorrow,” Steve said awkwardly. Eddie hopped out but before he got into his van he stopped. He turned and knocked on Steve’s window. Steve looked confused as Eddie opened his door. “Eddie?” He questioned and Eddie gestured for him to get up. He did as requested and as soon as he was standing, Eddie pulled him into a hug.

Steve was tense for a moment before he seemed to melt into it just like he had the last time. The time when Steve was so tired he didn’t have those walls and clung onto Eddie. “I’m sorry no one believed you. But I do, I promise that I’m here for you.” He said into Steve’s ear and Steve’s arms wrapped around him tightly. “You’ve got people on your side now, Steve.”

He pulled back and Eddie looked over Steve’s face, seeing a soft brokenness in his eyes. “Right, uh, you do too. I mean, you already did but now you’ve also got me… on your side! Like I’m in your corner,” Steve had a nice blush covering his face and Eddie liked it.

He nodded and took a step back, “right. Good to know pretty boy.” Then, of course, Eddie had to say something so obvious and stupid. It make his heart jump and he laughed, “uh. Yep, we’re friends. Good friends. Good to get that settled. Talk to you later, friend.” He grinned too wide and jumped into his van, starting it up. Steve was getting back into the Beamer as Eddie drove off wanting to scream at his stupidity.

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okay, you've convinced me to try sprinting lol! I always beat myself up for procrastinating on writing until it's too late in the day and then hating that I can't write for an extended period bc when I actually find the focus/motivation to write it's like 11PM. I think I (partly) procrastinate bc I *know* earlier in the evening I'll be too distracted by other stuff (texts, having to make dinner, wanting to watch a show or other stuff etc) to properly write. But if I only do it in bursts...it may work. Is there a specific app or anything you use or is really just set a timer on your phone and go?

That's exciting! I love watching writers try out new things!

I personally use the "Sprinto Bot" on Discord if you have your own server you can add it to, but literally any App or Clock can work for you. Just set the timer for 15, 20, or 25 minutes and just write. And then give yourself a break before doing another one, or call it done for the day if you just want to slide in something, yah know.

(25 minutes working, 5 minute break, is known as the Pomodoro Method, but as I mentioned in the other post I find 25 minutes too long, I start picking up my phone and getting side tracked. On bad days I also find 5 minutes too short a break. So it might take a few tries until you find a specific number combination that works for you)

Ultimately though, it may not work for you at all, but everyone I've talked into trying sprinting has at least found something from it to incorporate into their own specific writing toolset <3

I'm a night owl too, because of earlier in the day distractions, but if I start at 11pm I can usually run a sprint from 11:05-11:25, then have a 10 minute break, and then set another sprint to run between 11:35-11:55. Which nets me 40 minutes of writing a night. And sometimes that's 200 words, sometimes it's 500. On really, really, good nights I can get as many as 900 words in 2 sprints, but I've not been doing that well recently.

Ultimately the number doesn't matter all that much, it's just a way for me to talk myself into doing something. It used to be that I'd go "Urgh, I've only got an hour left? I can't settle into writing and get a good chunk done in that time, I'll leave it until tomorrow" and weeks would go by like that. Literal months Rofl

But if I've got twenty minutes, I can set a timer and do 200 words. It's progress, and I'll take any forward momentum when I'm neck deep in the second act of a manuscript lol!

[harlequin-hangout]

For a Mortal Chapter 2

Series Masterlist | Loki Masterlist

< Part 1 | Part 3 >

Pairing: Dom!Loki x f!Reader

Warnings: Self esteem problems, self deprecation, ⚠️abuse (past, not from Loki)⚠️, minor breaking and entering

Contains: Angst, maybe a little fluff, brain not processing the literal god, descriptions of sensual fluffiness

Word Count: 2.2k

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A/N: Chapter 2!! This was inspired by this ask by @michelleleewise​. This is my first attempt at writing any kind of fan fiction, so please be kind. Thank you so much to @vbecker10 and @soubi001 for all the help with this chapter!! I'm so sorry that it took so long, inspiration hasn't been showing its face for this series.

You groan, hearing the all-too-familiar 10 am alarm blaring next to you. Why you had never turned off that damned alarm, you’d never know. It’s not like you had anything to do that day, but it wasn’t good for your mental health to stay in bed. Turning off the alarm, you stare at the ceiling. Did last night really happen? It couldn’t have . . . right? Magic, gods, teleportation . . . it couldn’t exist in real life. That was ridiculous. . . wasn’t it? You haul yourself out of bed, gingerly pressing the bathroom door open. Everything was just as you’d left it. Clothes were strewn all over the floor and a combination of makeup and sanitary products littered the counter. Notably though, where you remembered placing a pine scented green candle last night was only a few drops of green wax. You stare at the empty counter space, ignoring your phone when it starts to ring. How was it gone?? Did Loki take it back? How were you supposed to contact him again? You sigh and rub your eyes, already wanting to crawl back into your bed. Last night was definitely too good to be true. Your phone began to ring again, Caller ID showing your friend Sobhana – Soubi for short – on the screen.

“Mmmh . . . Morning . . .” you groan.

“Hey! Someone sounds like she had a long night,” Soubi teased.

“Something like that . . . Either that or I’m losing my mind. What’s up?”

“Val and I were gonna grab something to eat at that Thai place you like. Wanna come?”

“Thank you so much for thinking of me, Soubi, but I don’t have money to eat out. I’d love to see you guys though, would you want to come hang out later today?” You heard Soubi laugh a little on the other end of the line.

“Don’t use your customer service apology on me. Did I ask if you had money? I got you, we’ll meet you there at 11:30. Sound good?” Soubi stated, leaving no room for arguments. “You can repay me by filling me in on all the work drama. I swear, that boss of yours gets dumber every time you tell me about him.” You burst out laughing. She wasn’t wrong. Every time you talked to Darren Albright, the stories got more and more unbelievable.

“Deal, and this weekend I’ll make you and Val some of that baked mac and cheese. We can have movie night at my place.”

“Movies sound great! I’ll always brie up for them, even if you pick the ones that are pasta-tively cheesy.” You could practically hear Soubi’s grin as you groan at her awful puns. She had more puns ready for any situation than anyone you’d ever met, and you absolutely adored her for it. Plus, two can play at that game.

“I better get ready, or I’m Ghouda be late.” You poke back at her, only lasting a couple moments before dissolving into giggles. “Yeah, no, that was bad. Yours was so much better! I’ll see you at 11?”

“You’ll get on my level one day, see you then!” Soubi hung up with a click, and you were left to search your closet for something clean to wear.

You hadn't said much since you’d arrived at the restaurant. If Val and Soubi noticed, they hadn’t said anything so far. You mumbled your thanks as the waiter set the plate down in front of you, taking a deep breath before letting out a sigh.

“Y/N, you’re really quiet. That isn’t like you, what’s going on?” Val spoke up from across the table, concern in her eyes.

“It’s just . . .” You take another deep breath. “So, I might be going crazy. I had this . . . this dream, I guess? I dunno. I wouldn’t really call it a dream, it was so vivid, I could have sworn it was a memory, but I’m not sure what else to think.”

“Well, what’s going on?” Soubi inquires from your left. “If there’s something weird going on, you can always tell us.”

“Okay . . . Well it started after Darren called me last night.” You spent the next  thirty minutes filling your friends in on the previous evening’s crazy adventure. From the candle to the shower, to the almost – almost – platonic domination. “He didn’t even push for sex! Like I said, it’s like he could watch my memories . . . he knew exactly what I liked, but also what to avoid in order to make sure I was comfortable.”

“Wait, after all of that you didn’t fuck him??” Val almost screamed, and you had to fight back a giggle when she realized that people were looking. 

“No! We talked for a while, there was some gentle hair pulling while we made out, but he didn’t try anything unless he asked first or I initiated. I’m sure it would have been amazing if we had, though . . . I wonder what it would be like to fuck a guy who knows exactly what I want.”

“Sounds like an in-depth knowledge of sin and temptation are in your future and this god person is there to give a self guided tour.” Soubi’s comment almost made you blow soda out of your nose, and you take a few minutes to stop yourself from choking. Val was the first to regain control of her laughter.

“Soubi’s got a point though,” Val stated, wiping a tear from her eye. “He sounds too amazing to have been anything other than an imagination.” 

“See, that’s what I thought at first, but there’s these little green droplets of wax where the candle used to be.”

“Used to be?” Val raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, no. That’s really weird.”

“I mean, that’s physical evidence. That definitely means SOMETHING was there.” Soubi’s eyebrows creased. She wasn’t ready to say it yet, but she was definitely getting worried. “Do you have any makeup that could have left it? You accidentally melted that lipstick while trying to fix a break in it a while back.”

“You have a point, but I’m absolutely certain. I don’t own any makeup that color, and it was the exact same green with the same pine scent lingering. I have absolutely no idea what else it could be. I think I may be going crazy . . .” Your gaze drops to the table. You really didn’t want to admit it, but there was no other explanation. Some kind of psychotic break was the only logical explanation.

“Crazy, nothing, I’m worried that someone has been in your apartment.” Soubi muttered under her breath. “If someone was in your place, that’s really dangerous. They could have laced your food with stuff, or even the candle somehow. A hallucination would explain the god man appearing in your bathroom.” You glance at Val out of the side of your eye.

“I mean . . . It’s totally possible, but we still love you. I think you’re fine though honestly, you’ve been going through a lot lately, especially with your crappy job. I’m sure your mind is just looking for a way to deal with it while you're sleeping. Maybe get some extra locks though?” You smile softly, grateful to have friends with your best interest at heart.

“Yeah, extra locks seem like an amazing idea. But speaking of my crappy job . . . I believe I promised Soubi an update. Darren called me yesterday to tell me that I haven’t been doing anything for the company.”

“What??” Soubi hissed. “Didn’t you build an entirely new backend to make intake smoother?”

“Yup.”

“And you do all the upkeep on it, right?”

“All by myself, I don’t know if he even knows how it works.” A wicked smile creeps across Val’s face.

“You should quit. It isn’t like he’s paying you anyway. Just quit and wait for him to come crawling back to you when he realizes how much you actually do.”

“As satisfying as that could be, he’s an Albright, he might make sure that I never work in the film industry again, and I’ve worked way too hard to get here.”

“Do you really think he’d do that?” Val inquired.

“Well . . . no, not really, but I also think that if I walk, I’m never getting my job back. I’ve worked so hard to get where I am, and if I step out of Darren’s company on terms like this, then I can’t use him as a reference. I’ll be back to square one . . .”

“Hey, look at me?” Soubi asks. “ You won’t be starting from square one. You’ll be starting from experience. I’ve seen you grow so much over the past year and a half, especially after you finally cut off contact with your ex. We’re going to support you no matter what.” You beam, taking a deep breath and feeling a moment of peace for the first time in the last couple months. Your life had become so hectic, but Val and Soubi had remained your constant. As long as you have your friends, you can get through whatever this curveball turns out to be. 

Your laptop dings with the fifth email from Albright.  Even though he accused you of not doing anything, you still seemed to be getting a lot put on your plate. You look over the new client application, grabbing your mug of hot chocolate from your side table. The application was for a new marketing client, and they were only asking for a basic social media consultation and re-do of their old logo. You sip your mug as you spend the next few hours going over the company site and social media, compiling a list of suggestions and replying to Darren’s email with your recommendations. By midnight, you had sorted through all the new clients and organized materials for the current client, plus re-worked part of your backend system to make finding client information easier. You stand, making your way to the kitchen. After depositing your empty mug in the sink, you grab a cup of water to take with you to bed. Today has been hard, but you won’t let it get the better of you.

The next two days passed without anything of note happening. Your days are mostly spent messaging the group chat with Soubi and Val (Soubi has nicknamed it My Taste in Buds a while back) and job applications. You needed income from somewhere, and Darren wasn’t cutting it. Coffee shops, restaurants, and even some retail stores had been checked off the list, but it was Saturday and you weren’t likely to hear anything  back on the weekends. You close your laptop and head to the bathroom. A hot, steamy shower sounds like the most amazing thing right now.

The water pours over your skin and the steam fills your lungs. You’d finished washing ages ago, but it was nice to take a moment to breathe. In here, nothing could bother you. Not Darren, not bills, not unanswered job applications. You could stay in your little bubble and pretend for just one moment that everything was okay. You’d been able to sit with the events of your dream, and process. Val was right, this was probably your brain rationalizing. The human brain is such an amazing thing, it never stops working. It probably took spots of stuff on your counter and the amount of smut that you read and turned it into a coping mechanism while you slept. You had to admit, it had been nice. His slender fingers sliding through your hair. The gentle way he spoke. His voice had been both masculine and ethereal. Both commanding and comforting. The way he had spoken to you after he pulled you away from your shower . . . The softness wasn’t something you were used to. You barely knew the man – god, if he was to be believed – but he was more considerate of your wants and your needs than anyone you’d ever dated. Hell, most of the people who called you a friend didn’t seem to care. Outside of Val and Soubi, it seemed that most people kept you around because of things they thought that you could do for them. It made perfect sense that your brain would supply a tall, dark, and elegant man with a voice as smooth as velvet to help meet the needs in your life that were left unfulfilled. You spend a few more moments reminiscing on the dream, focusing on how his hands felt on your skin as his lips brushed yours, waiting for you to close the last breath of space between the two of you instead of just taking what he wanted. He was too good to be true, and almost definitely couldn’t exist outside of a dream. You toweled off, wrapping that towel around yourself before reaching to grab another for your hair. You pause, sniffing the towel. Something didn’t smell right . . . It wasn’t the towels, and it wasn’t the clothes you had piled on the floor . . . You grabbed the knife that you kept in your bedside table for protection and quietly made your way towards the living room and the front door. As you stepped out of the hallway, you stopped dead in your tracks. You recognized the scent, but what was it? You take stock of your apartment. Everything seems to be in place, the door is locked, the windows are closed . . . What could that smell be? Then it hits you. It’s leather. Leather and sandalwood. And sitting on the side table next to your laptop is a familiar green pine tree  scented candle.

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[whisperthatruns]

Jail Poems

1

I am sitting in a cell with a view of evil parallels, Waiting thunder to splinter me into a thousand me's. It is not enough to be in one cage with one self; I want to sit opposite every prisoner in every hole. Doors roll and bang, every slam a finality, bang! The junkie disappeared into a red noise, stoning out his hell. The odored wino congratulates himself on not smoking, Fingerprints left lying on black inky gravestones, Noises of pain seeping through steel walls crashing Reach my own hurt. I become part of someone forever. Wild accents of criminals are sweeter to me than hum of cops, Busy battening down hatches of human souls; cargo Destined for ports of accusations, harbors of guilt. What do policemen eat, Socrates, still prisoner, old one?

2

Painter, paint me a crazy jail, mad water-color cells. Poet, how old is suffering? Write it in yellow lead. God, make me a sky on my glass ceiling. I need stars now, To lead through this atmosphere of shrieks and private hells, Entrances and exits, in . . . out . . . up . . . down, the civic seesaw. Here — me — now — always here somehow.

3

In a universe of cells—who is not in jail? Jailers. In a world of hospitals—who is not sick? Doctors. A golden sardine is swimming in my head. Oh we know some things, man, about some things Like jazz and jails and God. Saturday is a good day to go to jail.

4

Now they give a new form, quivering jelly-like, That proves any boy can be president of Muscatel. They are mad at him because he's one of Them. Gray-speckled unplanned nakedness; stinking Fingers grasping toilet bowl. Mr. America wants to bathe. Look! On the floor, lying across America's face— A real movie star featured in a million newsreels. What am I doing—feeling compassion? When he comes out of it, he will help kill me. He probably hates living.

5

Nuts, skin bolts, clanking in his stomach, scrambled. His society's gone to pieces in his belly, bloated. See the great American windmill, tilting at itself, Good solid stock, the kind that made America drunk. Success written all over his street-streaked ass. Successful-type success, forty home runs in one inning. Stop suffering, Jack, you can't fool us. We know. This is the greatest country in the world, ain't it? He didn't make it. Wino in Cell 3.

6

There have been too many years in this short span of mine. My soul demands a cave of its own, like the Jain god; Yet I must make it go on, hard like jazz, glowing In this dark plastic jungle, land of long night, chilled. My navel is a button to push when I want inside out. Am I not more than a mass of entrails and rough tissue? Must I break my bones? Drink my wine-diluted blood? Should I dredge old sadness from my chest? Not again, All those ancient balls of fire, hotly swallowed, let them lie. Let me spit breath mists of introspection, bits of me, So that when I am gone, I shall be in the air.

7

Someone whom I am is no one. Something I have done is nothing. Someplace I have been is nowhere. I am not me. What of the answers I must find questions for? All these strange streets I must find cities for, Thank God for beatniks.

8

All night the stink of rotting people, Fumes rising from pyres of live men, Fill my nose with gassy disgust, Drown my exposed eyes in tears.

9

Traveling God salesmen, bursting my ear drum With the dullest part of a good sexy book, Impatient for Monday and adding machines.

10

Yellow-eyed dogs whistling in evening.

11

The baby came to jail today.

12

One more day to hell, filled with floating glands.

13

The jail, a huge hollow metal cube Hanging from the moon by a silver chain. Someday Johnny Appleseed is going to chop it down.

14

Three long strings of light Braided into a ray.

15

I am apprehensive about my future; My past has turned its back on me.

16

Shadows I see, forming on the wall, Pictures of desires protected from my own eyes.

17

After spending all night constructing a dream, Morning came and blinded me with light. Now I seek among mountains of crushed eggshells For the God damned dream I never wanted.

18

Sitting here writing things on paper, Instead of sticking the pencil into the air.

19

The Battle of Monumental Failures raging, Both hoping for a good clean loss.

20

Now I see the night, silently overwhelming day.

21

Caught in imaginary webs of conscience, I weep over my acts, yet believe.

22

Cities should be built on one side of the street.

23

People who can't cast shadows Never die of freckles.

24

The end always comes last.

25

We sat at a corner table, Devouring each other word by word, Until nothing was left, repulsive skeletons.

26

I sit here writing, not daring to stop, For fear of seeing what's outside my head.

27

There, Jesus, didn't hurt a bit, did it?

28

I am afraid to follow my flesh over those narrow Wide hard soft female beds, but I do.

29

Link by link, we forged the chain. Then, discovering the end around our necks, We bugged out.

30

I have never seen a wild poetic loaf of bread, But if I did, I would eat it, crust and all.

31

From how many years away does a baby come?

32

Universality, duality, totality . . . .one.

33

The defective on the floor, mumbling, Was once a man who shouted across tables.

34

Come, help flatten a raindrop.

Written in San Francisco City Prison Cell 3, 1959

Bob Kaufman (1925--1986), Collected Poems of Bob Kaufman (City Lights Books, 2019)

[free-for-all-fics]

Namor and Attuma at the beach/swimming pool AU prompts. Some of these are really stupid and silly but I regret nothing. Pls tag me if you get inspired by or write any of these, I’d love to read it. 💜

1. Thinking about that cliche “Woman lets man put sunscreen on her body for her and it’s supposed to be sexy” thing except it’s Namor or Attuma rubbing his hands all over reader’s skin while he’s applying the sun screen and they’re just spending time on the beach together. Of course reader would return the favor if Namor/Attuma asked.

2. Namor/Attuma treating reader’s sunburn/sun damaged skin because she burns easily/forgot to put sunscreen on/accidentally fell asleep outside.

3. Baywatch AU where Namor/Attuma is a sexy lifeguard and every time you look at him, the world slows down. He’s so sexy, it’s like he runs in slow motion any time he comes to the rescue of a beach goer. You debate pretending to drown just to get his attention. Yeah this is dumb and no I’ve never seen a single episode of Baywatch.

4. Thinking about Namor or Attuma being a dad and doing dad things, like teaching their kid how to ride a bike. Except the bike is a dolphin 🐬. And then teaching their kid how to drive a car when they’re a teen/adult. Except the car is a whale 🐋.

5. Every day you practice holding your breath, for just a little longer than usual every time. After being "saved" by a lifeguard you learnt that humans aren't meant to hold their breath for nearly an hour.

6. One day while swimming at the beach you drown and die. Then you wake up on land, resuscitated by a lifeguard. But now that you are back, you have a strange urge to breathe in water. Unable to hold the urge back, you try it and something happens.

7. You work as a lifeguard at the Dead Sea and wonder why your job even exists. Just as you're about to fall asleep, people start drowning, as if being pulled under by an unseen force.

8. You’re taking a bath when suddenly Namor bursts into your bathroom claiming to be a lifeguard here to protect you from the "sharks". At first you resist, “It’s two feet deep, man!” but you soon see something lurking in the bathwater. (Yeah this is an AU based on that lifeguard “I’m not at the beach this is a bathtub” porn meme. Maybe the “shark” is Attuma. Attuma and Namor as pornstars AU. Just embrace the sexy stupidity of it.🛟)

9. You're swimming off the coast of Wakanda when suddenly all the waves in the water stop. You hear whistles blow and people scream as a lifeguard yells, "Get out of the water! The serpent god is approaching!"

10. You accidentally summon an old god while playing with pool noodles.

11. After a short career as a model, you're tired of not being taken seriously. One day you quit to start a new life with your dream job- picking up trash and cleaning up the beach. You didn’t expect to encounter Namor/Attuma while on the job. He’s come to thank you for saving the hatching sea turtles, among other things.

12. You've never been invited to a beach party before and as soon as you touch the water, everyone else can see your imaginary friend, Namor/Attuma, rising from the shadows of the waves. At least, you thought he was imaginary. He’s upset you stopped coming to visit and that you haven’t called him on the conch shell.

13. You prefer to swim laps alone in the middle of the night as it helps you think and have found a way into the local pool after hours. You pause in the shadows of the shallow end and hear a splash at the other end. Three armed men in suits are watching someone struggle at the bottom of the pool.

14. Possible Fae AU: You come to and find yourself not alone in a clearing in the woods. You’re mesmerized by the blue skinned people as they sing and dance around the pool of water in the night, with their jet black hair, and beautiful dark brown eyes, laughing and playing happily as can be. Their king uses his winged ankles to fly towards you. His loving smile is entrancing as he motions for you to come over.

15. Cocoon AU: Residents of a retirement home discover their swimming pool is filled with vital energy from Talokan, giving their elderly bodies the same ability and vigor as when they were teenagers.

16. You're an immortal who lives at a beach resort. You have many summer flings with mortals on getaways. One day you see someone you had a hot romantic night with 50 years ago. He looks exactly the same.

17. On break from college, you take a summer job at the beach. Making friends is not your thing but there's one guy who's different than most. He's bookish and not at all cool. The social scene at college can be so destructive and he's not trying to one-up you. By the end you are so much more. (Maybe AU where Namor assumes a “Clark Kent” secret human identity. Maybe he goes by Tenoch in this AU idk.)

18. AU where Namor is believed to be a cryptid/myth: When you chatted with that Tenoch guy on tinder, you thought the K’kul’kan cosplay with the elf ears and ankle wing shoes in his profile pic was nerdy and a bit funny. Then you meet him on the beach, and realize it wasn't a cosplay, as the actual feathered serpent god himself stands before you, a dozen water flowers in his hands and a picnic dinner laid out.

19. Post-battle AU: Namor with a broken ankle meets reader, a beached mermaid with a wounded tail. Restricted from their usual activities, they find solace in each other's company as they tend to each other’s wounds.

20. Some beaches have groups of Sea Lions, but our little town has Talokanil hanging out on the piers, especially when the sun is out. Bit of a local nuisance, but they bring us fish and other good things to eat during winter or in times of hardship, in exchange for keeping their existence secret. We benefit from mutual protection, so we’re all good. Just don't get too close. They will try to drown anyone who makes them feel threatened.

21. You are taking a family vacation on the beach, when you see the lady next to you fill a water bottle up with seawater and later notice her drinking from it.

22. As you're walking down a secluded part of a beach, you spot something large and blue wrapped in fishing wire, peaking through a pile of rocks. Thinking it a washed up dolphin, you approach the rocks and see that it's a Talokanil and he’s/she’s scared.

23. As a child your parents often took you to the beach, until one day they suddenly stopped. When you asked about it, your parents said the sea had become dangerous for you. Years later, you head to the beach yourself. When your feet touch the water, your legs start to tingle.

24. The Bachelor sort of AU: The 5 remaining girls head to the beach house at Innsmouth. They've all got brains. They've all got beauty. Four of them will be given the great honor of keeping the sun alive and shining bright in its constant war against darkness. With their sacrifices in body and blood to the revered feathered serpent god, K'uk'ulkan, they will keep the sun moving across the sky and preserve the very lives of the Talokanil. Only one will become his chosen mate. Whomever he chooses will be given godly gifts, such as immortality and the ability to bend water to her will. She will take her place upon the throne as his eternal wife. But who among these women has that special something worthy of representing the nation of Talokan as Queen? Four will give their still-beating hearts to him. K'uk'ulkan will only give his heart to one.

25. You're resting on a sandy beach with a bucket of iced beers, when Namor/Attuma emerges from the waves. He sits down next to you, grabs a beer, cracks it open, and takes a swig. He sighs and says, "You would not believe the day I've had."

26. This year the beach was cold, wet, and miserable. The girl not too much older than you in the house next door was nice though. So when you saw her out on the beach in the middle of the night in a rainstorm wearing only a nightdress, you had to investigate.

27. Reader and Attuma, childhood friends, are sitting on the beach together. One of them is about to confess, when suddenly the ocean rumbles. Namor emerges from the waves, looks at you both and says "Aha, so THIS is where you've been!" Ugh, he’s so embarrassing! Can’t believe your father followed you here and ruined the moment. Namora swore she wouldn’t tell! Can’t a princess get some privacy around here?

28. After being teased by your high school swim team about your fear of open bodies of water, you attempt to prove them wrong by trying to swim in the nearby beach. You start to drown but are luckily saved by a cute man. "Hey, are you alright? I thought the other humans were going to help you out?"

29. "Never swim too deep into those waters," my father used to say, "never be the furthest from the shore." I never understood why until today.

30. You breach the surface and swim over to the diving boat. As you climb into the boat you notice the instructor and captain slumped over each other in a sort of lifeless embrace. You take off your mask and instantly realize you can't breathe the air of the surface world anymore.

31. You and a friend go on a camping trip to a hidden lake. Your friend goes swimming, and when they dive down, they never surface again. Instead, a strange woman you've never seen before crawls ashore. Upon seeing you, she declares: "The feathered serpent god accepted the exchange! I'm finally free!"

32. While swimming away from your friends on a camping trip, you find Namor stranded high on the sand. He’s too hot/dried out to move, and asks for your help to get back into the water.

33. Mafia/mob AU: An agent is sent to the beach to find you, the much younger wife of a mafia boss. You’re in a purple bikini on a towel some meters away, in the arms of Namor, your secret lover. You catch the agent looking at you from a distance and don’t seem to care about his presence as Namor rubs sunscreen over your skin and makes love to you in the sand. Too far away to tell who you’re with, the agent tries to shoot Namor, but the god deflects the bullet with his arm without breaking eye contact with you.

Namor kisses you before flying over and punching the agent so hard that he flies a few feet into the air and skids through the sand. Namor drags the agent back and forces him to watch your lovemaking. (Maybe he’s brutal and drives his spear through the agent’s hand to pin it to the ground. Idk. Just a “Tell your boss this is how you please a woman” power move/show of dominance type thing). The agent finally looks away in embarrassment. When he looks back again, you and Namor are both gone and all that’s left are two sets of footprints leading from your abandoned towel to the ocean.

34. Sort of Old God/Ancient Mythology AU: Reader goes to a nude beach for the first time by herself, where she meets and makes conversation with other friendly beach goers. Everything seems normal until the sun reaches its highest point in the sky, and tens (or hundreds) of blue skinned people wearing strange oxygen masks rise from the ocean. Reader thinks some sort of attack is about to take place, but is instead shocked when everyone pairs off. A sort of ritualistic orgy seems to be going on, as she watches the beach goers engage in intimate activity with the strangers from the sea. Turns out the “is your beach body ready?” advertisement she saw refers to whether you’re ready to partake in a group mating ritual that’s said to bring humans prosperity, protection, and lifespan extension. In exchange, the Talokanil hope to create a new hybrid species so that their kind may one day be able to walk freely among the land without turning blue or without the use of masks. They want to reclaim the surface world that was stolen from them.

Suddenly everyone pauses and goes silent as they make a path for a man with pointed ears and winged ankles. They kneel in respect as he makes his way towards you. You can tell by his layers of jewelry and air of authority surrounding him that this is their king, their god. He first holds your face with both hands, caressing your cheeks and hair. His hands slowly go down as he feels and squeezes your breasts and hips, as if inspecting them. Finally he rests his palm on your stomach and wraps his other hand around your neck to press his forehead to yours. He speaks in a language you don’t understand, but nevertheless it dawns on you what he wants you for.

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lol aww. yeah I know about that steve headcanon post I'm the same anon from that day (I've been sending you most of your anon messages for the past week or two) so i asked for steddie headcanons this time to switch it up a bit!

So I don't have anything that I have prepared on the fly for hcs, but I am going to use some questions from this list to give some of my personal thoughts and opinions.

1: Who spends almost all their money on the other?

Steve is absolutely spending his sweet Harrington Hush money on little luxuries that Eddie never had. He's getting him conditioner that makes his hair fluffy, new strings for his guitar, tires for the van because 'Look at how low the tread is Eddie! You seriously want to drive my kids around in that?". He really charms Eddie by buying stuff for Wayne. It's difficult to find the things that Wayne will like, he's wary of charity from people, but Steve knows the way to the heart through the stomach. He buys them big steak dinners and treats them to beer that actually tastes like beer, not water.

2: Who sleeps in the other’s lap?

This is a tossup but I think Steve is a lap napper. Eddie is definitely a 'can fall asleep anywhere' kind of guy but Steve will actively seek out Eddie's lap, ESPECIALLY DURING CAMPAIGNS, and make like a cat. He snuggles in, lays his head against Eddie's shoulder, and lets the muffled sounds of Eddie's passionate rants lull him to sleep. He almost always wakes up groggy after Eddie tries to shift him to his other shoulder because his arm is asleep.

3: Who walks around the house half-naked and who yells at them to put on some clothes?

Hmmm... you want to know between Steve "Stripped without being asked" Harrington and Eddie "For Your Modesty" Munson. I'm not quite sure.

4: Which one tells the other not to stay up all night and which one stays up all night anyway?

Controversial BUT Steve tells Eddie to go to sleep. Eddie is like the prototype for ADHD and he definitely gets into song writing and learning and just completely loses track of time.

5: Which one tries to make food for the other but burns it all by accident and which one tells them that it’s okay and makes them both cookies?

Eddie had a bag of pretzels and weed in his lunch box. He survived on spite and scrambled eggs. That man is not housewife material. Steve is the exhausted "I love you but please stop trying to boil water in a skillet, thanks."

7: Which one constantly wears the other’s clothes?

Which ONE? They just combined closets at this point. They both have public images to uphold, styles perfected long before their relationship, so they wear their own clothes in public, but they swap outfits behind closed doors constantly. Dustin bursts in once to find Eddie upside down on the couch, strumming his guitar, with Steve's sweater, shorts, and socks on, and Steve stirring a pasta sauce he was heating with nothing more than a pair of boxers and Eddie's Led Zeppelin T shirt.

8: Which one spends all day running errands and which one says “You remembered [thing], right?”

Steve has head trauma and Eddie is Eddie. Neither one remembered the thing or that they even needed it in the first place. It isn't until tey go to make dinner that they're like "FUCK! THE THING!!!!"

9: Which one drives the car and which one gives them directions?

Steve is a one hand on the wheel, one hand on the thigh kind of smooth man. Eddie is a "We need to turn left." "When" "Two exits back" kind of navigator.

10: Which one does the posing while the other one draws?

Steve poses, Eddie draws. It's very serious and intense, think Titanic, but when it comes time to reveal the drawing it's just stick figures and penis doodles.

11: If they were about to rob a museum, which one does backflips through lasers and which one is strolling behind with a bag of chips?

This mental picture had me cackling because Eddie wants so much to be the calm, cool bag of chip guy as a backup to Steve's Mission Impossible LARPing ass but when Steve's back is to Eddie he's scaling the fucking walls.

13: Which one likes to surprise the other with a lot of small random gifts?

Eddie. He doesn't have a ton of money though so it's always little rocks, pictures he's torn from magazines, articles of clothing, rings, little acorns and blunts. When he does spend money it's a big thing. He's very frugal but he'd spend all of his life savings to see Steve smile. It means a lot to Steve because even though he spent his life lavishly, it was never anything that he wanted because no one really knew him.

14: Which one keeps accidentally using the other’s last name instead of their own?

Eddie flashes the Harrington name with more ease than Steve does. Eddie bats his lashes and let's it roll off his tongue sweetly to get whatever he wants. He uses it sarcastically when arguing. He uses it angrily when he wants to punch Steve's parents. He uses it tearfully when Steve puts the ring on his finger at their wedding.

15: Which one screams about the spider and which one brings the spider outside?

Eddie is 10000% scared of spiders. He will squeal and jump and Steve will just be like (¬_¬) and get it out of the house.

16: Which one gives the other their jacket?

Dare I say both? They trade letterman and leather WHICH IS A FANTASTIC NAMEFOR A FIC. Letterman and Leather.

17: Who keeps getting threatened by the other’s overprotective older younger "sibling"?

Eddie's all smug about thinking he's the shit with the kids but that disappears real quick when Max's eyes pierce his. Suddenly he's surrounded by the world's most threatening 15 year olds who have are way too protective of their babysitter.

18: Who’s the first one to admit they have feelings for the other?

It's Steve and boy is it an accident. They're arguing one night about why Steve's been so distant and in very dramatic rom com style he let's it slip.

19: How good would they be at parenting?

Fucking amazing. Between them they have the bases loaded with fun yet safe parenting. Eddie's a "If you talk to my child that way again I will unleash the gates of hell upon you, Sharon" type while his kid sits there with wide eyes and a smug grin. Steve is "The Gates of Hell"

20: Which one types with perfect grammar and which one types using numbers as letters?

Are you kidding? They're both looking at their kids homework with lost expressions, quickly calling Aunt Nancy and Uncle Robin.

21: Who gets attacked by a bully and who protects them?

Okay this could go either way. Steve getting sucker punched out of no where by some homophobes who figured him and Eddie out, Eddie getting shoved into a corner by some jocks. Both bullied, both protective. Either way, blissful. Now mess with one of the kids and see what happens.

22: Who makes the bad puns and who makes a pained smile every time the other makes a pun?

Steve is a dad joke connoisseur and Eddie makes fun of it relentlessly until, during one fateful campaign, Mike complains that he's hungry and Eddie responds with "Hi Hungry I'm Eddie" without any thought before he pales in realization.

23: Who comes home from work to see that the other one bought a puppy?

Steve is tired, he's had a long day of rude customers, he comes home to Eddie hastily closing the bedroom door. "Hey I just really love you. you know that?" before Steve pushes past him and sighs at the puppy. He comes around within minutes but sometimes he has to remember that his boyfriend is a little impulsive.

24: Which one gives the other a piggyback ride when they’re tired?

Both but Steve's is never intentional. Eddie only carries Steve when things are really REALLY bad. Be it a migraine or a seizure, Steve insists he's fine until he absolutely drops. Eddie, on the other hand, plays up the drama. "Stevie that's just like... a really big hill. Uppie." While making grabby hands. Steve falls to the puppy eyes every time.

25: Which one competes in some sort of activity and which one does the overzealous cheering?

Okay so I feel like Eddie is the kind that would seem like the overzealous cheerer but hear me out: Eddie who goes to basketball games and watches with glazed eyes until it's over and he's like "That was some quality... shorts wearing. You really wore... those shorts looked better on you than on anyone else, I'll tell you that. And that time that you jumped! Your shirt went up like two inches and when I tell you... That was the real game winning point." Meanwhile Steve is at Hellfire wearing a paper crown and a scowl.

26: Who takes a selfie when the other one falls asleep on their shoulder?

Steve is more sentimental so he definitely has photos of Eddie sleeping, but Eddie has a secret cherished photo of Steve in his wallet with his mouth hung open, drool dribbled down his chin, face smoothed for once, head on his shoulder completely out after a long day.

27: Which one would give the other a makeover if they asked?

Steve is itching to rid Eddie of the blasted 3-in-1 shampoo, conditioner, body wash that he's been sporting for his entire life. Eddie wants to teach Steve about the wonderful world of loungewear. They both get what they want.

28: Which one owns a pet that the other is absolutely terrified of?

Eddie owns a lizard which Steve resolutely stays away from. Dustin clued Eddie in to Dart and now Eddie instantly is like "Oh Sweet Slug Lord, tell me my future." While cuddling with his lizard and Steve just sits there regretting his life choices.

29: Which one holds the umbrella over both of them when it rains?

Steve. Period. Eddie forgets umbrellas are even an option half the time, choosing to shake out his hair like a dog. Steve is running behind him desperately trying to throw his coat down on puddles to prove his chivalry.

30: If they went on vacation, where would they go and what would they do? Who would take the pictures?

Steve is a vacation dad. He's a polaroid camera and sunscreen nose kinda guy. An itinerary man through and through. Eddie is a "Vacation is relax time, let's stay in bed all day." kind of guy. Steve spends all of ten minutes in bed before physically vibrating about opening times for museums, earning him a sleepy grin from his boyfriend. The first place they visit is California to visit their friends. Then it's to Boston for Robin and Nancy. It's about halfway there that they realize how much they enjoy the traveling and decide to invest in a proper camper, their home on wheels. They're two men who hate to be tied to anything other than each other.

Sorry this took so long omg, I'm terrible at coming up with headcanons so I was panicking trying to come up with an answer to this but then I realized that people like @otp-imagines-cult created questions like this that make it waaaay easier to come up with these.

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My dear, if I had not sent this letter tomorrow morning for you to receive it Monday after this so arid Sunday, I think I would have waited until the night passed to write to you, for I find myself this evening in such a state of nerves, of extreme fatigue and of dry despair that I can only hope for one thing, a peaceful sleep that does not seem to come. I would have liked to go to bed early, taking advantage of the day off.  It's 1:30 in the morning and I've just gone to bed at the last minute. That's my day.

After a short night (five and a half hours of sleep) and ploughing through insane nightmares, I got up at 7:30, weary, dumb, empty mind, absent heart, my eyes cloudy and shivering from the cold. At 9 o'clock, after looking for a taxi for twenty minutes, I finally arrived at the radio station.  With a hoarse, broken voice, I mumbled the text of a few scenes from The Exchange, but as Germaine Montero was shooting and had to leave at 10:30, we didn't finish the recording, as we had planned. They kept me there until half past twelve - on the pretext of working on my monologue - but for the sole reason that we had to occupy the studios that we'd booked for a certain number of hours until the last minute. I went home, already in a very bad mood. The tyranny of the administration is not made to please me, and my lunch with Wattier lasted until 3:30. She kept talking about numbers, trade ratings, gold weight values, foals, dealers, etc. I was in a very bad mood.

At 3:30 p.m., Pitou had to come. So I waited for her without doing anything at first, until 4:30. I took a book. The first Proust. I hung on to the first page. At 5 o'clock, Pitou called. She could not come. I read all the time. With Angeles being out, she won't be back until tomorrow morning. I prepared and served dinner. Dad was in a bad way. He couldn't talk, let alone eat. From 10:00 to 11:00, we wanted to watch the "Who Are You?" quiz together, but Dad was getting worse and worse and he was getting angry. I decided to get him ready for the night and go to bed. It was 11 o'clock. Alas! By the time I tried to clean the heater, it was too late. The fire was almost out, the stove was cold. Then a scene began - I'll spare the details - in which I tried to convince my father to let me turn it on again. There was nothing to be done. He got more and more angry. He could talk less and less. Just bits and pieces of words. Helpless gestures. Coughing. Choking. I gave up and took the electric heater to his room. Then I helped him change his pajamas. Dream! We started at a quarter to midnight and finished at a quarter to one. An hour and a half to take off a jacket, a wool shirt, and put on a shirt, a jacket, and a sweater! As for me, I didn't burst into tears by some miracle. I could no longer feel pain, pity, helplessness and love.

Now here I am. A little spiky, a little twisted. I'm in pain, my darling, in all that pain you can't do anything about. And this day after day, month after month, year after year. How can he? At last! Let's wait until tomorrow. The first shot of serum. Let's hope so. I've reread your letter. Oh! Yes, you're better and life comes flooding back and I hear again the familiar words ("useless vertigo") and again the fury and the lyricism and the poetry and the demands ("be austere, wear strict clothes, cloister yourself"). Ah! how I love it when you demand! Yes, my darling, here you are strong again, triumphant, alive, wrapped again in all your characters, closed, defended, armed. And if it is infinitely sweet to have you against me, stripped of everything, naked and shivering, I am deeply happy to know you as you are at this moment. Work, laugh, eat, sleep and come back to me radiant with happiness. Oh my love! I'm stopping - tomorrow morning I'll go on. I'll read. I would like to forget myself a little. Good night, darling.

Maria Casarès to Albert Camus, Correspondance, January 20, 1950 [#139]

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Egotober 2022 Day 25: The Eyes Have It

Summary: Jackie and the heroes just want to know what’s happened to Henrik. Unfortunately, Anti isn’t exactly helping them.

Prompt: Magic

Characters: Jackieboy Man, Marvin, Anti

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31

Jackie walked into the comms room where Marvin was with the bulk of the “Brainiac Team” for the heroes. They were primarily a group that stayed in the base in the comms room, the garage, and in the workshop space. This team consisted of Jackie himself, Bing, Oliver, Mini, Logan, and Logan’s new apprentice Tubbo. Of this group: Jackie, Logic, and Tubbo were the only ones to still conduct patrols.

Marvin already had the autopsy report and he was showing the people in the comms room the images.

Tubbo had been kept from seeing them until he literally swiped them out of Bing’s hands to look at them.

“It looks like he took a rusty fork to this guy’s face,” Tubbo said with the type of clinical nonchalance that wasn’t common to someone who was barely old enough to vote for mayor.

Jackie glanced at it. He’d been the one to find the body. Anti had left it on his doorstep and Jackie had of course been horrified. But a part of him had been terrified because with the face gone, the body resembled Henrik so strongly that Jackie had almost viciously attacked Anti for it.

He was dreading the autopsy report.

“What’s Iplier’s verdict?” Jackie braced for the worst news.

Marvin sighed, using his magic to bring all the reports together. “The teeth aren’t a match. It’s an out-of-town doctor. I think Anti just saw him and attacked, there was no warning. Completely different from his usual M.O.”

Jackie almost broke down, both relieved and horrified with himself. He sagged down in a chair.

Marvin walked over, “Yeah, I know, I felt the same way. But there’s a bigger problem.”

“How?” Jackie asked.

“Body’s gone,” Bing said. “Couple of dudes in white lab coats took it last night, they had some special badges and just took the body. Said it had some contagion on it.”

Tubbo snickered. “What type? Blood loss disease? Cause a bullet or a knife will do you just fine.”

“What type of badge? CIA? MI5? FBI?” Jackie looked at him.

“IRIS, that’s what was on their badge,” Bing said. “Which I think is some cover because I’ve never heard of them.”

“IRIS?” Tubbo said in confusion.

“Really,” Logic said.

Jackie looked at Marvin, “Let’s go talk to the docs, come on.”

Marvin nodded and after some comm checks the two left for the hospital the body had originally been brought to.

Jackie lightly jogged as Marvin kept up. Using his magic to fly through the air. They were still close to the base.

“You think whoever this group is knows what’s going on with Henrik?” Jackie asked.

“Maybe,” Marvin said before he caught sight of Anti’s glitchy aura flying towards him and it was too much of a burst for Marvin to just absorb it and fling it back on short notice, so he just redirected it.

In doing so he hit a blue van and rocked the whole thing with glitchy green magic. Thankfully it wasn’t driving. It was just parked on the road.

Marvin froze and Jackie pulled to as quick of a stop as he could. “Hey! Fucker! Where’s Henrik?”

Anti smiled and split into pixels, disappearing.

“Hey!” Marvin called out, moving towards where Anti had disappeared.

But before Marvin could chase the trail, he was hit in the back by a powerful blast, causing him to fall to the ground.

Jackie had already been running over, and had spotted two people in white coats jump out but was more concerned with getting Anti in a position they could interrogate him. Then Marvin got knocked down and he was forced to abandon the glitch in favor of the most pressing danger.

The speedster rushed over to the two attacks. He tried to angle the gun one of them when the guy’s friend hit Jackie in the side while wearing some type of charged bracer.

Jackie had been hit by way harder. The hit was barely a love tap to the veteran hero, but he felt electricity and magic entwined as it raced through his body and he dropped to the ground as electricity felt like it was twitching just about every muscle in his body.

“And they said they wouldn’t work,” one of the lab coats chuckled. “Magic and science is all the same, Mr. Jackie.”

“Fuck,” Jackie spat out through gritted teeth, “you.”

The laughed before they screamed as they were both shot at. It caused both of them to suddenly flee and Jackie was trying to fight the jolting shock as Marvin hobbled over. “Jackie? Jack? You okay.”

“Fuck no,” Jackie spat before he spotted Chase walking over.

“Hey,” Chase said as Jackie was forced to just lay there. “Went out for lunch and saw you two getting curb stomped. Thought I’d help, for old time’s sake.”

“Thanks for the save,” Marvin admitted.

“Don’t mention it,” Chase said, looking around and finally holstering his gun. “Yeah, they’ve been following me around too.”

Jack weakly picked himself up. “Fuck.”

“Yeah, looks bad,” Chase agreed as he helped support Jackie’s weight as he was trying to get his legs working right again. Each step was easier than the last.

“Hein and Iplier at the base or the clinic?” Chase asked.

“Iplier is, Henrik hasn’t been in town for weeks,” Marvin said.

Chase stopped to look at Marvin and Jackie pulled his way free to start limping on his own. “That’s not good.”

“Yeah, you’re telling me,” Marvin said. “Anti knows where he is, he’s just lurking around and causing trouble.”

“I’ll try and see what I can do about that,” Chase promised. “Let’s get you two to the base and regroup.”

Jackie nodded and Chase led them back to the base and then used one of Dark’s portals to leave. The heroes left to lick their wounds and regroup.

Henrik’s whereabouts were still unknown to them.

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27 notes - Posted November 23, 2022

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Just for the Night, chapter 2/2

FitzSimmons, rated M, 7900 words Summary: Bringing home her cute new colleague for the night sounded like a good idea to Jemma Simmons. He's cute and a fantastic kisser, just what she needed to relieve the stress of spending Christmas with her whole family. She just hadn't planned that she would end up snowed in with her one-night stand AND her family for Christmas.

Once more, happy Christmas Libby <3 "I'm so sorry, they weren't supposed to be here until much later!" she whispered as she closed the door behind herself and leaned back against it as if someone might burst through it anytime. "I know, you said so but I bet they wanted to avoid--" "The snow, yeah. My mum tried to call but my phone was in the living room. I probably wouldn't have heard it anyway, I slept like the dead last night." Fitz smiled at that and there was something so sweet in a way that she didn't tell him the orgasms weren't the only responsible. Even though he'd greatly contributed to the short-lived state of relaxation she'd felt that morning, she'd been exhausted for weeks. "Anyway, the road's closed so--" His lips pressed against hers softly, taking her by surprise. She was busy panicking about the whole situation, how dare he interrupted her like that? But then, his arms wrapped around her waist, impossibly warm, and Jemma melted into the embrace with a slight whine. Maybe she should have gone and talked to him weeks ago. She might have brought him home to her London flat and gotten the opportunity to enjoy his affection longer without being interrupted in the worst possible way. "Good morning," he said, eyes and tone equally soft when he pulled back.

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29 notes - Posted January 8, 2022

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Finally finished this portrait of Fitz/Iain from the wedding scene in 5x12 <3 It had been a while since I drew him and I’m pretty happy with the result! Done in watercolor and color pencils! Commissions open for this type of portrait or digital ones, more details via DM :) REDBUBBLE / ETSY

33 notes - Posted December 4, 2022

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It Was All Make-Believe

FitzSimmons, rated T, 2609 words (for now) Chapter 1/6 @libbyweasley​ and I are very excited to finally start posting this fic we've been working on for months based on Libby's original idea. The fic is all written and a new chapter will be posted every week. I've written three chapters from Jemma's POV and Libby has written all chapters from Fitz's POV. Hope you enjoy :) Summary: Fitz and Jemma go undercover as a couple and discover it isn’t as difficult as they’d thought it would be. But what happens when those feelings become a little too real? Season 1 AU They all moved to the briefing room, May and Ward looking as awake and ready as ever. Fitz, not so much.

"Didn't even have time for breakfast," he grumbled as he took his place next to Jemma. "Why do these always have to be so early?" Jemma shook her head and pressed the second mug of tea she was holding into his hand. "Oh thank you." He took a sip and his face turned a little less grumpy for a second. "Maybe the problem is that you stayed up working in the lab so late," Jemma pointed out and he huffed. "You're one to talk!" "But I can function on five hours of sleep, you obviously can't." If his still only half open eyes and messy curls weren't enough to prove her point, Jemma reached out to straighten his collar. "That's because he's still growing!" Skye tousled his hair as she walked past him to take her place in the briefing room.

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41 notes - Posted April 9, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

It had been a while since I’ve worked on a Liz/Jemma art :) (Based on that gorgeous Liz photoshoot I’m planning I’ve done this one using both color pencils and watercolor and I’m thoroughly enjoying it.  I’m currently open for commissions (both traditional and digital fanart). Send me a DM to know more :) 

44 notes - Posted July 3, 2022

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Jail Poems // Bob Kaufman

1

I am sitting in a cell with a view of evil parallels, Waiting thunder to splinter me into a thousand me's. It is not enough to be in one cage with one self; I want to sit opposite every prisoner in every hole. Doors roll and bang, every slam a finality, bang! The junkie disappeared into a red noise, stoning out his hell. The odored wino congratulates himself on not smoking, Fingerprints left lying on black inky gravestones, Noises of pain seeping through steel walls crashing Reach my own hurt. I become part of someone forever. Wild accents of criminals are sweeter to me than hum of cops, Busy battening down hatches of human souls; cargo Destined for ports of accusations, harbors of guilt. What do policemen eat, Socrates, still prisoner, old one?

2

Painter, paint me a crazy jail, mad water-color cells. Poet, how old is suffering? Write it in yellow lead. God, make me a sky on my glass ceiling. I need stars now, To lead through this atmosphere of shrieks and private hells, Entrances and exits, in . . . out . . . up . . . down, the civic seesaw. Here — me — now — always here somehow.

3

In a universe of cells—who is not in jail? Jailers. In a world of hospitals—who is not sick? Doctors. A golden sardine is swimming in my head. Oh we know some things, man, about some things Like jazz and jails and God. Saturday is a good day to go to jail.

4

Now they give a new form, quivering jelly-like, That proves any boy can be president of Muscatel. They are mad at him because he's one of Them. Gray-speckled unplanned nakedness; stinking Fingers grasping toilet bowl. Mr. America wants to bathe. Look! On the floor, lying across America's face— A real movie star featured in a million newsreels. What am I doing—feeling compassion? When he comes out of it, he will help kill me. He probably hates living.

5

Nuts, skin bolts, clanking in his stomach, scrambled. His society's gone to pieces in his belly, bloated. See the great American windmill, tilting at itself, Good solid stock, the kind that made America drunk. Success written all over his street-streaked ass. Successful-type success, forty home runs in one inning. Stop suffering, Jack, you can't fool us. We know. This is the greatest country in the world, ain't it? He didn't make it. Wino in Cell 3.

6

There have been too many years in this short span of mine. My soul demands a cave of its own, like the Jain god; Yet I must make it go on, hard like jazz, glowing In this dark plastic jungle, land of long night, chilled. My navel is a button to push when I want inside out. Am I not more than a mass of entrails and rough tissue? Must I break my bones? Drink my wine-diluted blood? Should I dredge old sadness from my chest? Not again, All those ancient balls of fire, hotly swallowed, let them lie. Let me spit breath mists of introspection, bits of me, So that when I am gone, I shall be in the air.

7

Someone whom I am is no one. Something I have done is nothing. Someplace I have been is nowhere. I am not me. What of the answers I must find questions for? All these strange streets I must find cities for, Thank God for beatniks.

8

All night the stink of rotting people, Fumes rising from pyres of live men, Fill my nose with gassy disgust, Drown my exposed eyes in tears.

9

Traveling God salesmen, bursting my ear drum With the dullest part of a good sexy book, Impatient for Monday and adding machines.

10

Yellow-eyed dogs whistling in evening.

11

The baby came to jail today.

12

One more day to hell, filled with floating glands.

13

The jail, a huge hollow metal cube Hanging from the moon by a silver chain. Someday Johnny Appleseed is going to chop it down.

14

Three long strings of light Braided into a ray.

15

I am apprehensive about my future; My past has turned its back on me.

16

Shadows I see, forming on the wall, Pictures of desires protected from my own eyes.

17

After spending all night constructing a dream, Morning came and blinded me with light. Now I seek among mountains of crushed eggshells For the God damned dream I never wanted.

18

Sitting here writing things on paper, Instead of sticking the pencil into the air.

19

The Battle of Monumental Failures raging, Both hoping for a good clean loss.

20

Now I see the night, silently overwhelming day.

21

Caught in imaginary webs of conscience, I weep over my acts, yet believe.

22

Cities should be built on one side of the street.

23

People who can't cast shadows Never die of freckles.

24

The end always comes last.

25

We sat at a corner table, Devouring each other word by word, Until nothing was left, repulsive skeletons.

26

I sit here writing, not daring to stop, For fear of seeing what's outside my head.

27

There, Jesus, didn't hurt a bit, did it?

28

I am afraid to follow my flesh over those narrow Wide hard soft female beds, but I do.

29

Link by link, we forged the chain. Then, discovering the end around our necks, We bugged out.

30

I have never seen a wild poetic loaf of bread, But if I did, I would eat it, crust and all.

31

From how many years away does a baby come?

32

Universality, duality, totality . . . .one.

33

The defective on the floor, mumbling, Was once a man who shouted across tables.

34

Come, help flatten a raindrop.

Written in San Francisco City Prison Cell 3, 1959