#bac 2021

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I havent followed RT/AH since the shit with someone in 2020

But did Geoff and Gavin buy AH? I can't remember but I feel like I saw that last year.butbi could be remembering wrong lol

No, I remember people saying that they should, but it wasn't gonna happen. By 2020 I know they both mostly moved on from AH, and then once AH was disbanded Geoff did get control of the Let's Play channel again.

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home

September 2, 2021

Luke ran a hand through his hair and tiredly stumbling to the outside of the lake house seeing Sebastian sitting at the dock looking out at the water.

Luke grabbed the blanket hanging on the back deck and walked down the stairs and down the hill onto the dock and plopped down next to his best friend and threw the blanket over the both of them.

Luke has noticed something off with his best friend the last few days and knows something had been bothering him.

Sebastian didn’t even notice that Luke sat next to him to lost in old memories.

October 28, 2008

Five year old Sebastian giggled as he was knelt down on the grass in the backyard of his childhood home, he gently picked three tiny yellow flowers and held them in his tiny hand.

“Sebby!” Jennifer called out from the back patio knowing her youngest son is still outside and it was time for dinner.

“Coming Mama!” Sebastian gently yelled back and quickly jogged to the patio straight to his mother with a beaming smile.

Sebastian ran right into her legs hugging them tightly, Jennifer fondly smiled and rubbed the back of her darling boys head.

“I got you a present!” Sebastian looked up at her grinning and gently put out his hands with the flowers he picked.

“Oh Sebby darling they are perfect!” Jennifer smiled widely and gently took them from her sweet son’s hand, She leaned down picking him and pressing multiple kisses to his cheek, “Ready for dinner?” She asked him as she carried him inside.

“Mhm.” Sebastian mumbled resting his head on her shoulder and staring to fall asleep in her arms.

Sebastian blinked out the memories feeling Luke nudge him gently.

“Are you alright Sebby?” Luke looked at him in concern and Sebastian kinda nodded.

“You know my mother left right.” Sebastian stated to Luke, Luke’s eyes widen as Sebastian doesn’t ever talk about his mother but nodded.

“Her relationship with Dad was bad for a good while before we moved to Michigan and they were always arguing over something, most the time it was because she wanted more money to go shopping.” Sebastian let out a breath shaking his head, he’s never talked about this to anyone but it’s Luke. Luke scooted closer so their elbows and shoulders were touching.

“It was like she changed one night from the mother we knew to someone else. And then one day we woke up and she was gone.” Sebastian swallows harshly, “We found out she was having an affair for a long time as long as she was acting different.”

Luke frowned hating this lady for hurting Sebastian so much.

“It was hard when she left. Dad was emotional gone, he was heartbroken from her leaving and it was worse when he found she was cheating for months. He didn’t get any better until he started talking to Emily.” Sebastian explained, Emily his stepmother, also the reason his dad and older brother moved back to Massachusetts and why Sebastian lived with the Hughes.

“Micheal was obviously hurting but he did that by pushing everyone away and it caused strain on our relationship that’s never been fixed and Matt was trying to act happy and nothing has happened. She broke our family when she left and know she’s got a new family with the man she cheated with and has got step kids now.” Sebastian scoffed out an angry breath blinking to keep the tears in.

“Why can’t anyone just want to stay.” Sebastian whispered, His mother left for a rich man and a new family and his dad left him Michigan for a new wife, two step kids and a newborn son.

Sebastian shoulder trembled and Luke frowned quickly wrapped his arm around Sebastian’s shoulder and pulled him closer, “Let it all out, it’s just me.” Luke soflty whispered and it seemed to break the dam holding Sebastian’s waterworks.

Sebastian’s sobs were quiet but his whole body shook with the weight of them, he’s only cried once since everything has happened and it was the day his mother has left, he’s been holding everything but the anger in for years.

“I’ve got you.” Luke softly cooed and gently brushed Sebastian’s back and just held him letting him cry it all out.

Sebastian stayed in Luke’s arms for a long time just crying out all of the sadness and heartbreak before he finally started to calm down and his sobs slowing down.

Luke waited until Sebastian calmed down before gently grabbing his face and pulling it up so they held eye contact, “She’s a bitch for leaving Sebastian. And your dad is a jerk too for leaving.” Luke firmly spoke, he remembers how much he hated how devastated Sebastian looked after he found his dad and brother were moving back and with a new family.

“It doesn’t matter about them anyways, you never did anything wrong and they were stupid to leave you.” Luke reassured him, “But you always have a family with us. Dad doesn’t let anyone touch his grill but loves it when you help him. Mom loves everyone but absolutely adores you and literally always asking about you when you’re gone. Quinn rarely likes anyone but i’ve seen him treat you just the same as he treats Jacky and i, he thinks of you as a brother. And Jacky loves everyone but he is so protective over you and will never let anyone say anything that isn’t nice about you, he doesn’t do that for many.” Luke fondly told Sebastian everything.

Sebastian let out a watery chuckle, truthfully he feels more at home and with a family with the Hughes then he does with his own family and he is glad the feeling is reciprocated.

“Okay.” Luke checked and Sebastian nodded, “If you never want to go back to them you don’t have, you always have a home here.”

Sebastian smiled softly and nodded and pulled his best friend into a hug, “Thank you.” He mumbled.

“Always.” Luke promised and hugged him back.

Sebastian did find a home, just in Luke, and he found a family in the Hughes.

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𝐏𝐚𝐧𝐂𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒 — 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊 ‘𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐘’ 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐒

↳ summary: a quiet day off work calls for something sweet. Jack treats you to some pancakes and naughty chaos ensues.

↳ pairing: jack 'whiskey' daniels x f!reader

↳ [2k words] content: 18+ MDNI, food, cooking, soft!dom x sub dynamics, spanking, oral (f receiving). This is a @beskarbabs remaster -- original post date 2021.

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Given your tireless work schedules, it's uncommon for you and Jack to have mornings together. Spending those scarce daybreak hours in the kitchen was exceptional. For you to walk through the doorway in just your underwear and one of his oversized shirts to find Agent Whiskey taking breakfast into his own hands? Unheard of.

Jack had pursued you for quite some time. Flowers, chocolates, and gifts had all failed to win you over in his mission to make you his girlfriend. He'd tried everything from enlisting the help of Tequila to exaggerate all the reasons he'd be a good partner. He even begged Ginger Ale to put in a good word. Regardless, after months of attempts, he had resigned to accepting that you simply didn't see him that way. 

That was until he invited you to breakfast after a particularly arduous mission that had left you with minor injuries and a foul mood. On that morning, the golden glow of the sunbeams leaking in from the window above the counter lit up the kitchen as the smell of batter warmed you up from the inside. You could remember it so clearly, Jack's hat cast to the side on the table you sat at as he flipped the pancakes diligently in the pan without dropping or creasing one. 

The fluffiness, the sweetness that bordered on sickly yet still managed to be just perfect, was enough for you to reconsider your stance on your relationship with the mildly mulish man. The lemon juice and sugar sprinkled on top just for you gave you no option but to pay your compliments to the chef with a kiss. 

It was Jack's favourite story. He told literally anyone who would listen. 

It goes without saying, now that Jack had seduced you with his southern charm and humour consisting of mostly (if not all) dad jokes, that any morning the two of you managed to spend together, he would pull out the eggs, milk, flour and sugar. This morning appears to be no different. 

"Are you making pancakes?" You ask softly, cheekbone pressed between his shoulder blades as you hold him from behind. You hear him chuckle softly, turning his face over his shoulder. You know what he's asking for and oblige, pressing a chaste kiss to his bronzed skin. 

"Sure am, Sugar." He returns to his work, a smile hidden under that well-kept moustache. He takes up the batter bowl and expertly uses the spatula in hand to pour out the mixture into the frying pan without spilling even a dribble. He lays the spatula down into the bowl, handle propped up against the rim as he focuses on cooking the batter so it's perfectly golden and crispy. 

The warm, homey smell of frying batter swirling from the stove makes your mouth water and your stomach growl, begging for something substantial. Finally, you decide you don't want to wait for Jack to use the mixture up, so use your index finger to scoop up some of the dough and smear it across your tongue. 

Big mistake. 

You see Jack's broad shoulders stop moving as he pauses his work. He leisurely lays down the pan on the heat mat lying on the counter before turning to you with a fixed and piercing gaze. He arches a thick eyebrow accusatorially. 

"Did you just steal some?" His voice is deep, slipping further into his accent from the low volume. You look up into his eyes, your own wide with confusion at the abrupt change in atmosphere. 

"... Yes," you admit. It comes out in a whisper, aware by now that Whiskey was planning something if the smirk tugging at the edge of his lip was anything to go by. He takes up the handle of the spatula from the bowl, slowly raising it and allowing the loose mixture to fall back into the bowl. He keeps his eyes on you. 

"Clean it," he murmurs, lifting the head of the utensil to your mouth. It takes a second for his order to process in your brain. By then, he's already pressing the flat side to your lips. You stare up at him, bewildered, as you trail your tongue across the plastic. You can taste the sweetness that coats your tastebuds, but note the bitterness of raw flour. 

Jack's eyes follow your ministrations, seemingly unaffected by your actions. He's the most unreadable you'd ever seen, his emotions usually worn on the rim of his cowboy hat rather than his sleeve, dangling between your eyes so it was impossible to miss. Right now, however, his face is blank.

The batter gathers on your tongue until you've cleared one side, and Jack twists the handle and exposes the other side to you. You also get to work on that one, humming softly at the addictively sweet taste. 

Held at this angle, the mix begins to collect on the curve of the head. It drips onto your chin and dribbles down, catching your lover's attention. However, it isn't until it falls from your chin and onto the top of your breast that you notice his eye twitch, evidence that he was affected by the scene. 

Jack pulls the plastic tool from you, inspecting it for leftovers. When he finds it clean, he looks back to you. He's rock-hard in his jeans. You had learnt that Jack's tight denim did very little to hide his excitement over the many times he'd had to restrain himself during missions. It certainly wasn't hard to miss. 

"Hands on the table, hips out," he orders again. You blink up at him, a weak laugh escaping your throat. 

"What are you gonna do, Jack? Arrest me?" You manage to force out, heart thudding wildly in your chest. He's looking at you like he could eat you. 

"You gonna do as I say?" He questions, tone demanding. You do. You turn your back to him, bending at the waist and placing your palms on the dining table. You sense him come up behind you, kicking your feet apart as though he's about to search you while he sets the bowl of batter down beside your wrist. 

"Last time I checked, you were a Statesman, not a police offic-" You yelp out as the sharp sound slap that practically reverberates around the room, the sharp sting burning its way into the flesh of your exposed ass cheeks underneath the hem of the shirt you had borrowed for the morning. 

The blossoming sensation of prickling skin where the object had connected had you whipping your head around to glare at Jack, whose smirk informs you he had rather enjoyed your reaction. It's then that he wiggles the spatula in his hand, alerting you to the fact he had just spanked you with it. 

"Jack!" You hiss, hand moving to rub at the irritated area, "What was that for?" He swats your hand away, taking the hem of his shirt you were wearing and hiking it up over your hips so your ass is entirely exposed to him. 

"Punishment for stealing," he says simply, voice low and raspy. You roll your eyes, about to argue, when he lands the utensil on your thighs just underneath the crease of your ass. It sparks a harsh sting settling deep between your legs as you cry out in shock. 

There's a silence that follows in the room, but inside your ears, you can hear the pounding of your blood rushing through your body, your heart thrumming so hard it makes your chest hurt. Jack was adventurous, sure, but this was new. Deep down, you know he had started this as a joke, but if the tent you had seen in his tight jeans was anything to go by, he was enjoying this... But, of course, he isn't the only one... 

And it looks like Jack noticed. 

He barely skips a beat, almost like this is what he had planned all along. 

"You're gonna count them out for me, Sugar." He commands, palm settling on your lower back while he waits for your consent. His body language in your peripheral has changed, suddenly very serious and driven by arousal. You nod with a shaky breath, confirming. 

"I wanna hear you say it, Darlin'." Even now, he still takes so much care of you. 

"I'll count them out," you repeat you him, and you swear you hear him whisper 'good girl' behind you. The bite of the first two blows starts to ebb away, aided by the gentle stroke over the curve of your ass with the back of his fingers as he takes in the view of your pink cheeks. 

He gives you no further warning than removing his hand. You hear the THWACK of the pancake turner first, but the hot, prickling pain follows the sound quickly, blooming across your cheeks. You let out a soft whine, releasing the sound in an attempt to ease the tension in your muscles. 

"One," you squeak out, the power-play making you light-headed as your pussy flutters around nothing. Jack is totally silent, not allowing you to see his response to your reaction. 

Another quick snap of his wrist and the sharp smack of the handle hits once again just under your ass. It hurts so good, a loud moan escaping your lips as you brace yourself against the tenderness. So caught up in breathing through the pinch, you forget to count out quickly enough. 

"T-Two!" You try to correct yourself, but Jack has already noticed your 'defiance'. He tuts softly, shaking his head. 

"You'll have to do better than that, Sugar. I'll let this one slide-" he grips your sore asscheeks gently, enough for goosebumps to rise across your skin at the deep throbbing between your legs, "But we'll start from zero if it happens again." You nod quickly, confirming that you've heard him. 

He's gracious, soothing the pain he had inflicted for just a moment before striking you again, with the rubber head this time. 

"Ffu- Three," you moan, the pulses of pain thrumming straight to your core. You can feel that you're soaking your panties through, dripping from the mixture of anticipation and smarting skin. 

"Two more," Jack informs you, watching the way you rub your thighs together in search of some kind of friction for your stiff and aching clit. It's no use, you both know that, so you resign to whinging softly, acknowledging the last two blows. 

He spanks you again. 

"Fffour!" You struggle; the heat in your asscheeks and between your thighs is almost unbearable. You can practically feel the welts rising on your skin, the buzzing energy there creating perfect ghost-touches of the utensil. 

The last blow strikes you so hard that you hear it ringing in your ears. It cracks like lightning up your spine, settling deep in your cunt as you wail on the final number. 

"Fiiiveee~" Sobs escape you, tears collecting in the corners of your eyes at the relief and the intense need to be touched, to ride out an orgasm that had built up so much it felt like your legs were going to fall out from underneath you. You're shaking at the knees, relying heavily on the support of the table to keep you upright. 

"Such a good girl, Sugar. You did so good," he murmurs, smoothing your skin with a light touch as he moves to his knees behind you. He kisses behind your trembling knees, your left first, and then your right. He trails the tip of his nose up the back of your right thigh, noting the whines of desperation that escape you. 

"Mhmm. These," he whispers, pressing gentle and loving kisses to the swell of your stinging asscheeks, "These are my favourite cakes," he subtly teases you, and you laugh out weakly at his playful, cheeky side returning. Though, the laughter doesn't last long as he moves his mouth between your legs to trace his tongue over your still-clothed cunt. 

"But nothing beats the taste of this..." he groans out, the sweet tang of your arousal painting his tongue. He holds your hip in one hand, thumbs tracing gentle patterns on your hipbone while he uses the other to tug your panties to the side. 

"If you haven't learnt your lesson about stealing, I can think of another way to punish you," he rasps, nose nudging at your clit. 

Needless to say, you dipped your fingers into the batter bowl once more.

Maybe twice.

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Despite the fact that it’s illegal to drive drunk, one person was killed every 39 minutes in a drunk driving crash on our nation’s roads in 2021. That's a total of 13,384 people who died in alcohol-impaired driving crashes in one year. Even a small amount of alcohol can affect driving ability. In 2021, there were 2,226 people killed in alcohol-related crashes where a driver had a BAC of .01 to .07.

TWO THOUSAND people died with BAC levels between "had one drink as a 240lb male" and "had one drink at 100lb female"

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Ultraviolence

Natalie Scatorccio x Fem!Reader

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a/n: my apologies for switching up the pairing on you guys 😭😭😭 this is now officially a natalie x reader fic, but please feel free to check out my new lottie fic- Until Death Do Us Part- which should be coming out soon! so sorry again and i hope you all enjoy!!

warnings: plane crash lol, swearing, mentions of violence, mentions of death, tell me if i missed anything!!

Chapter Three - Either Way

Chapter Three - Either Way

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2021-

Your apartment smelled like cigarettes. It had ever since you moved in. The previous tenants must have been smokers, and it had seeped into the walls and the floors. Now, it was just the natural state of your studio apartment.

You ate the leftovers in your fridge cold, not feeling like turning the stove on and running up the bill. After what happened with that woman today- you might need to take a few sick days to throw her off.

You didn’t recognize the movie on the television, but it was the first thing that showed up when you turned on the TV. You tilted your head as Angelina Jolie came onto the camera, her shirt black leather and low-cut.

And, because you didn’t have enough self will left, you grabbed the box under your bed and took out the photograph of the 1996 Wiskayok High School Girl’s soccer team. You traced your fingers over the faces, some of them dead, some of them alive.

But all of them had a rot inside of them. A piece of wood from that place that had been rotting ever since you left. Maybe it was like cancer. Maybe one day you would have to go back to reverse it. Maybe you didn’t care.

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1996-

The plane was white with tan seats and red accents, private, chartered by Lottie’s dad for the team. The girls had already shouted their appreciation for him with smiles on their face.

Since the plane was already relatively small, and both varsity and JV were on the plane, space was limited. Not to mention a few people- like Coach Martinez’s son, Travis- refused to share a row.

“Hey,” a raspy voice said from next to you. “Mind if I sit here?”

You were expecting someone to sit next to you. But you weren’t expecting it to be Natalie Scatorccio.

Natalie Scatorccio was an enigma to you. She had black hair that she dyed platinum blonde and a shag haircut with messy black roots growing in. She wore that black leather jacket she could never be seen without, and you could faintly see a pack of cigarettes sticking out of her pocket.

You faintly remembered Natalie from elementary school- she always had this look in her eyes, even as a child, like she had seen the worst of the world and had never quite let it leave her.

“Sure,” you said, briefly wondering if she remembered you from elementary school, Mrs. Stubbs second grade class.

She shot you a toothy grin, before plopping down into the aisle seat and immediately leaning back, making the rickety plane seat creak and groan.

You smiled a little, turning back to your article about the boy’s baseball team- and their disappointing loss at states.

It was hard to write about a loss. You always wondered if anyone from the baseball team would read this, and be hurt by the recounting of their loss. You ended up just writing facts.

They lost to the Lakewood Lions, and everyone was hoping for a better season next year.

No fanfare, no grand recounting of the events like you did with the Yellowjackets.

The plane lurched forward, and your papers shuffled, and you found yourself gripping your wooden pencil.

“That about us?” Natalie asked, trying to peer past your spread hand.

“Oh,” you said, moving your hand as the plane settled into a steady drive forward. “No,” you smiled lightly, “it’s about the baseball team.”

She let out a snort.

“Losing serves them right. They’re all fucking assholes.”

“Yeah?”

She turned to you suddenly, staring straight into your eyes.

“Don’t you know? There’s rumors that they’re all apart of a cult. Looks like all that sacrificing didn’t get them that win.”

You frowned, thinking back to everything you knew about the baseball team-

“Oh, God, I’m sorry,” she said suddenly, trying to hide her laugh. “You should see you face, Jesus- nah, I’m just fucking with you.”

“Oh,” you mumbled stupidly, before a small laugh bubbled up from out of you. It felt real. It felt true, like something that had always been there and was just waiting to be released.

You felt like a sprouting plant, something that was always there, hidden beneath the dirt- and now you’ve risen up. Tentatively, on shaky feet, but there.

Natalie smiled at you once more, and you thought of last night, the weirdness in your breath, the faint color on her cheeks- but there was alcohol and smoke, a thousand ways to explain that away.

But there was no explaining the feeling in your chest.

It was distinctively different from fear, anxiety, it was like there was a tiny plant inside of you, a little patch of deadly nightshade- and wind was blowing by, making the leaves gently touch you. Giving you this weird feeling that made you warm up, staring like this at Natalie, looking at her eyes and her hair and her smile.

You looked away before you could embarrass yourself more.

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Turbulence rocked the plane. You straightened, catching yourself, so you didn’t slam into Natalie. A few of the girls laughed, and you heard someone’s water bottle rolling around on the floor.

The intercom buzzed.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your captain speaking.” The seatbelt sign became illuminated above you. “It looks like we’re going to be experiencing a bit more turbulence on this flight, so please stay calm and in your seats-”

Another sharp bout of turbulence. Your teeth chattered together, and the captain chuckled.

“Nothing to worry about, folks.” And then he didn’t speak again.

You looked around the plane, seeing some of the girls starting to put their books and papers back into their carry on bags, frowning at the orange seatbelt sign.

You looked at Natalie, but she was squinting past you, looking out the sliver of window, the rest of it covered by the shade.

Suddenly, the entire cabin erupted in bright white light. A few of the girls screamed, and another bout of turbulence followed in quick succession.

“The fuck-?” Natalie muttered, reaching past you to throwing up the plastic shade. You inhaled deeply as she reached past you, her arm touching your chest slightly, until her arm went rigid.

“What?” you asked, a little breathless, feeling crushed by her arm. She kept staring at the window.

And when you looked out of it, your heart started hammering in your chest.

Getting on this plane suddenly felt like you had drank a vial labeled poison.

The sky was the picture of violence, dark and stormy and littered with bits of lightening.

“Oh, my God,” you whispered.

Something ached in your chest, like some memory from a past life, something of violence and pain. Your heart started hammering and soon you realized the last bout of turbulence had never stopped.

The plane was shaking, shaking like you were, your teeth chattering and suddenly you heard a pop, and plastic hit your face.

Natalie grabbed what you know realized to be an oxygen mask and put her’s over her face. For a moment, it was like the entire world was crashing around you.

You wanted to close your eyes and say a few magic words, so when you opened your eyes again- all of this violence would be gone. The world would be intact- it wouldn’t be ending all around you.

An alarm started going off.

You squeezed your eyes shut.

“Are you crazy?” someone yelled at you, and grabbed you by the back of the neck to put the mask on your face. When you opened your eyes, Natalie was staring at you, her eyes rimmed black with eyeliner. She looked- concerned.

You took in a wild breath, barely able to get anything in through your own panic.

When she grabbed your hand, her’s was shaking along with yours.

Coach Martinez came around and started yelling at all the girls, helping those who were too scared to put their masks on like you.

The lights on the plane started flickering on and off, on and off, but if you stared real hard like this into Natalie’s eyes- then the rest all seemed to fade away.

The engine whined loudly, and then an ear-splitting sound could be heard, if you ignored the engine and Laura Lee’s praying- like something was falling.

And when you finally had the courage to look out the window, there was no more violence. There was only a peaceful forest.

And all you could do was stare at it in horror as the plane flew down towards it. Too fast to be a regular landing.

Something deep in you tugged. Something you had never felt before, like it had always been missing. And some instinctual part of you knew this-

The wilderness was here.

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The 2021 Stuart Air Show

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my wips

i wanted to organise and share my wips and i am actually sorry to whomever has ever tagged me in a tag game, i actually just don't know how to do them✨ if anyone is curious about any of these please do drop me an ask because i do love the sound of my own voice/sight of my own words and will provide detail 😌

okay so we have britcedes (rip to them ig) to start off, rn trying to figure out how the actual fuck i will write lewis' move to ferrari into them:

End Game: okay so a/b/o au where lewis is coparenting his son with his ex (teammate and boyfriend, buy 1 get 1 free) nico rosberg. lewis might have a lot on his plate but he finds himself attracted to his new teammate (he has a bit of a type) and against his better judgement they start up a "thing". what lewis doesn't realise george is absolutely head over heels in love with him and has been for YEARS. but george tries to play it cool, he fails, shit happens, gax happens (yes okay i don't want to fumble with this, max is incredibly complex in this but i still love him in it) but yes they get their end game of course.

Chasing Silver: set in canon universe, starting from the 2021 season. honestly like yeah that's it. i think this fic is just an excuse to ramble about their racing and ever shifting dynamics.

My Girl: OH THIS FIC. its absolutely one of my favourites if not the favourite. so lesbian britcedes, lady louise hamilton is the first black and female driver to make it to f1 and she is the champion of the sport. its 2022, she has won 7 wdcs and is looking for one more but it is just not clicking, neither is her personal life really. love left her a long time ago, walked away on 6 inch red stilettos. but enter george russell (yes her name is george and no it is NOT short for georgia and yes she will correct you on that every single time) louise's new teammate alex albon's race engineer. all george ever wanted was everything and being louise's girl might just give it to her or maybe it will be what takes it it all?

then there is gax my beloveds, i adore writing them, gax nation will always have my loyalty, i really want them to give me more this season:

Lovely: this is a/b/o, childhood sweethearts, non-driver george, son of toto wolff au i have shared snippets of before. writing this fic feels never ending and i am slowly losing my mind haha but its still! my! baby! and! i! won't! abandon! it!

Mad Max's Princess: this is pure self indulgent fluff. girl george who is once again is casted as alex albon's race engineer in this fic. her (mostly) loving boyfriend of 10 years is none other than rival team red bull racing's star and the reigning world champion. the guy they have to beat to get her driver and team to the top. oh when the love of your life is your biggest fan and your biggest hater. this is gax, of course hijinks ensue.

Fire & Blood: medieval fantasy/game of thrones (a song of ice and fire for the ones who know) au with a/b/o dynamics. mercedes are the rulers of the land and their dragons' fire melted the gold in their crowns and the moulded their iron throne. but a dragon can die and a dragon can be killed. a dragon can be shot from the sky and brought down to earth or a dragon can be trapped in a dungeon till it can fly no more. a dragon's neck can be pierced by a lion's teeth.

galex because okay who am i to argue against true love and george's russell's wishes:

Hell is a Teenager: this is a pretty dark fic where i actually do some social commentary on the a/b/o universe. so george and alex are neighbours and the best of friends who are just on the edge of more. at 14 george presents as an omega and is shipped off to an all-omega private boarding school. alex doesn't hear from him till their final year of high school and all of a sudden george is back in town. he is not the same boy that cried in alex's arms the night before he left begging for him to love him. george has changed even if no one else can tell, what happened in there? why is he back? why does alex's heart still give a stutter when he looks into those blue eyes? even if those eyes no longer sparkle. *sigh* yeah this is a toughie

lastly there is my landoscar wip, they write themselves into ffs not us:

The Only Exception: another a/b/o au (one hit wonder i know), basically its the good boy/play boy trope. lando can't get his shit together and oscar is too oblivious for his own good. it would be angst if they weren't so incredibly adorable and down bad for each other.

[offender42085]

Post 1011

Hunter James Hudgins, Michigan inmate 755720, born 2002, incarceration intake June 2023, at age 20, earliest release date June 2026, with full release June 2038

Operating While Intoxicated Causing Death

In June 2023, after almost two years of waiting, the family of a Western Michigan University student hit and killed near campus in 2021 received justice. 

Hunter Hudgins, 20, was sentenced to 35 months to 15 years in prison after being found guilty on two charges connected to the death Bailey Broderick.

Broderick, 19, was hit by Hudgins as she attempted to cross Fraternity Village Drive near Michigan Avenue in November 2021, according to the Kalamazoo Department of Public Safety.

Judge Paul Bridenstine said the incident is tragedy on both sides for Broderick who lost her life and Hudgins who lost his freedom.

Hudgins was convicted of the following charges on April 21:

Operating a motor vehicle under influence or while impaired by liquor causing death

Operating a motor vehicle when less than the age of 21 with a blood alcohol content of .02-.07%.

However, he was found not guilty of committing a moving traffic violation causing death.

Police determined speed and alcohol were both factors in the incident. 

Hudgins was also found to have been going 10 mph over the speed limit at the time of the crash, but Hudgins' lawyer stands firm that no person could have reacted in time. 

In addition, a toxicologist estimated that Hudgins BAC was near .078% to .094%.

However, on April 19, it was revealed that Hudgins underwent blood tests at Bronson Hospital three hours after the fatal crash, which revealed he had a blood alcohol content of .048%.

“This is a mistake I have learned from, and I will never drink and drive again," Hudgins said. "I wish I would have been able to stop in time so Bailey would still be here. To Bailey's family, I understand the hatred you may have for me, but I hope you can find it in your hearts to forgive me."

The night of the crash Hudgins pledged to be a driver for his fraternity. 

Prosecutor Amy Shepard said the one who claimed to be a sober driver needed a sober driver.

“Drinking and driving causing death is murder, as far as I am concerned Hunter Hudgins is just that, a murderer," Colleen Broderick said. 

Police also found alcohol in a backpack inside Hudgins' trunk.

Nearly six months after the crash, Hudgins was arrested.

The defense asked Judge Bridenstine to reduce the sentencing guidelines based on how Hudgins had no prior criminal history, but the request was denied.

3g

[amourdeslangues]

hello there!

not exactly sure how to start this blog lmao - but since this is a langblr, i'll just kick it off with an introduction of my progress with each language i'm currently learning. (mostly leaving english and german out of it for now, because those are my native languages, but i speak those as well ofc)

français /// french

on commence avec le français! une de mes langues préferées et définitivement la langue étrangère que je parle le mieux. je l'apprends depuis environ 7 ans maintenant. à cause d'un voyage en france avec ma famille et d'un guide de la langue que j'avais trouvé dans un magasin, j'ai commencé à apprendre indépendamment quand je n'avais que neuf ou dix ans, mais le début de mes études du français dans un context scolaire - ça veut dire, d'une manière plus structurée mdr - suivait bientôt après cela. maintenant, je pense qu'on peut dire que je parle le français couramment. pas dans le sens qu'on pourrait me confondre avec une locuteuse native, mais je peux me débrouiller dans toutes sortes de situations presque aussi bien que dans mes langues maternelles. comme but, je veux maintenir un niveau assez bien pour (1) passer mon examen oral de l'Abitur (bac) en français avec la meilleure note possible et (2) étudier les sciences de la littérature en france après l'école.

svenska /// swedish

Hej allihoppa, trevligt att träffas! Jag kan inte säga precis när jag började lära mig svenska - jag började att intresserar mig för språket för 3-4 år sedan, men jag pluggade (?) inte verkligen aktivt förrän våren detta år. Tidigare kunde jag bara säga några små fraser, men jag kunde inte uttrycka mig på svenska. Jag tror att jag [made a lot of progress?] sedan dess. Jag älskar särskilt ljudet av svenska språket, det är väldigt melodiskt och unikt. Mitt [long-term?] mål är att tala flytande svenska. Just nu vill jag:

Läsa en hel roman på svenska för första gången ("I ljuset från gryningen", en deckare som jag köpte för två dagar sedan)

Lära mig nya ord

Bli mer självsäker när jag pratar svenska ([unfortunately?] känner jag inga människor från Sverige, men jag har en vän som läser språket också. Han är nästa flytande och vi pratar ibland på svenska med varandra, men trots att jag förstår nästan allt vad han säger är jag osäker att min uttal är för dålig att förstå när jag säger någonting själv 😅 så jag behöver mer övning med att tala)

farsi (persian) and gaeilge (irish gaelic)

i'm lumping these two into one part (written in english) because i'm not sufficiently fluent in either language to be able to write a full text, lmao

i technically started learning persian about a year ago, but since i keep getting interrupted because of things like having to do too much schoolwork, i'm still at a very low level. i also feel like it's more difficult than learning swedish, for example, because it's from a different language family than any of the languages i speak rn - less loanwords, words related to each other, structural similarities etc. that would help me understand! at least i mostly know the alphabet now, but practically i'm only able to say a few simple things: hello, good morning, how are you etc. however, it's a really interesting language and i'd love to get into actively studying it again! my next goal is to reach A1 level in reading, writing, listening and speaking... let's see how that goes ^^

also, if anyone knows any good resources for learning farsi, please let me know! i'm currently using a combination of a textbook directed at german speakers (called با هم), the Persian course on Memrise and the youtube channels Chai & Conversation and Persian Learning, but it's a bit difficult to find learning materials... (i'm salty that duolingo doesn't have it lmfao)

as for irish gaelic, i (hyper)focused on it for a couple of months in 2021, in particular because part of my family is irish - nobody taught me the language and i'm not really close with my paternal relatives, but i'm still interested in it because... heritage reasons, y'know. also, there are so many fascinating aspects of the language - unique little grammar quirks, pronunciation, all that! i kind of stopped practicing though because i had too little time, so now i just remember random little phrases i learnt off duolingo: dia duit, comhghairdeas (i'm proud of remembering how to spell it lol), ithim cáis (an extremely useful sentence in daily life, i know)...

right now, i don't anticipate irish being a major focus of this blog, but i'm going to dublin in two days (aaaa!!!) and maybe that'll reactivate my slight obsession with the language, so who knows...

about me

i love everything related to languages - obviously foreign languages, but also things like linguistics and literature... i also write a lot in my free time!

on the rare occasions where i'm not doing anything language-related, i'm also very interested in chemistry. i like listening to music (i mean, who doesn't) & my favourite genres are rock, indie and melodic death metal - but i'll listen to almost anything, especially if it's in one of my target languages (really into swedish and persian pop rn). i enjoy hiking and cycling, and i've been learning how to dance for about a year.

i'm really looking forward to getting to know other people in the langblr community and exchanging ideas, progress, tips for learning... on y va :D

[lalignedujour]

-Alors, j'ai un double-expresso. -C'est pour moi ! -Et un noisette pour vous, je suppose. -C'est ça, merci ! -Je vous en prie, bonne dégustation.

Elle s'éloigne et on reprend notre conversation :

-Donc j'ai l'impression avec l'âge de confondre les années, c'est triste, je trouve. Depuis, j'essaie de leur donner une couleur spécifique à chacun. Et je me suis rendu compte, si tu donnes une couleur, un prénom, un lieu, à chaque été, tu peux pas confondre les années. -Ouais ? Par exemple ? -Par exemple, bon là c'est l'été 2023, là où on s'est rencontrés. -Ouais. -L'été 2022, c'est là où j'ai rencontré Carlo. -Ouais ok. -L'été 2021, j'ai tendance à le confondre avec l'été 2020. -Beh non, t'as déménagé à l'été 2020. -Oui, mais je veux quand même donner une couleur à celui de 2021. -Mais tu pars pas en vacances ? -Pas tellement. Et avant, je pouvais partir toujours un peu au même endroit. Mais il y a une période où je partais à des endroits différents tous les étés, mais attends, on en est à 21. -Ouais ouais ok. -Donc l'été 2021, c'est quand la mère de ma coloc est morte. -Mais genre c'est le seul truc dont tu te souviennes ? -Non, mais je le connecte à une émotion, et après tout vient avec : ma coloc a été à Roanne pour l'enterrement, elle m'a ramené de la confiture de sureau, et ça a été le goût de ton mon automne (y avait au moins 4 pots), j'ai des potes qui sont venu·es passer une semaine à la maison, y avait des fêtes de ouf à la ferme d'à côté tous les jeudis. -Ouais ouais je vois. Et comme ça, t'arrives à pas confondre ? -Voilà. -Et les étés d'avant, alors ?

Il a fini son café, il a posé sa tasse, et il a commencé à utiliser ses doigts : un été, un doigt.

-2019 : les visites de maisons. 2018 : le voyage de Milan à Berlin. 2017 : Lisbonne. 2016 : la rupture avec Alma. 2015 : La Loire à vélo avec Alma. 2014 : on est resté·es à Paris, faire du bénévolat, réparer des vélos, distribuer des sandwichs, pleins de trucs comme ça, et puis visiter des musées et lire dehors. 2013 : Lisbonne avec Alma. 2012 : la rencontre avec Alma. 2011 : le bac et le kayak. 2010 :

Il continue, et c'est trop bien de remonter sa vie comme un CV sensible. Mais le mec de la table d'à côté parle un peu fort. Je peux pas m'empêcher de l'entendre. J'entends des bribes, des mots. Mais à un moment j'entends une phrase complète qui me trouble : "et des fois, je suis sur mon canapé comme ça, et ça vient, c'est des volutes de tristesse, et je sais que ça vient et que je vais me sentir très triste dans 10 secondes, tu vois ?"

Des volutes de tristesse, je vois tout à fait ce qu'il veut dire. J'en ai raté l'été 2004.

Et il fait :

-Bref, t'as compris. Un été, une couleur, et ça offre des points d'appui pour l'année complète. C'est con mais ça marche pas pareil avec les automne ou une autre saison. Les étés successifs viennent comme des… comme des… je sais pas, des… des volutes d'émotions, en fait. C'est comme …

Lui aussi, il a entendu la conversation d'à côté.

-C'est comme la fumée du café, tu vois ? -Ouais, je vois. -T'as le café, c'est l'émotion de ton été. Et la fumée, c'est les volute de l'été, qui peuvent parcourir des années si tu t'en souviens, et que tu y fais bien attention. -Ouais, je vois. -Et c'est des volutes successives. Genre, tu mets ton attention sur 2017, puis 2016, etc. Et y a tout qui vient avec. -Ouais, je vois.

Je sais pas s'il a entendu qu'on avait repris son mot. J'ai regardé un peu son visage, discrètement en diagonale. Il était beau et marqué par la tristesse. Il était pas triste maintenant. Mais on sentait qu'il avait beaucoup pleuré ces derniers jours.

J'ai connu Jed.

[chrissorensen]

Congrats to Amber Iman for her Distinquished Performance Award nomination in the Drama League awards for her role as Rafaela in Lempicka! We made this portrait after the 2021 Tony Awards where the group she co-founded Broadway Advocacy Coalition was awarded a special Tony for their work promoting racial equity in the industry. I've been lucky to work with BAC several times and this night and this honor was especially fun to capture for them. Can't wait to see the show.

[dealgemeneverwarring]

De Algemene Verwarring #108 - 4 March 2024

Episode one hundred and eight of De Algemene Verwarring was broadcast on Monday, March 4, 2024, and you can listen to it by clicking on the link below that will take you directly to the Mixcloud page:

Pictured below is Bärchen Und Die Milchbubis! They are a band from Hannover, Germany, they released one album and two singles between 1980 and 1982, and now, in 2024, they are touring again! But that's not why I played them in the show, I played them because they are one of the bands that are featured in the fantastic Inner World 033 podcast, by the World Of Echo label, and compiled by the Famous Mammals. It's a three hour long feast of great great music, and I wanted to direct my listeners to this podcast, go listen and enjoy. Also, this episode of De Algemene Verwarring is a digital one, so as always I'm playing some tracks that I don't own on a physical lp or cd. Some of them are just ripped off the youtubes because unavailable on other places, and some others are from the Bandcamp vaults. Links below in the playlist when available. I particularly enjoyed making this episode, I think there are some real bangers in there. Oh and by the way sorry for the delay with the update here. And beneath the photo you can find the playlist for this show. Enjoy!

Playlist:

The Gories: Nitroglycerine (7” “Nitroglycerine/Makin’ Love” on New Rose Records, 1990)

Snooper: Company Car (digital release on Bandcamp, 2023)

Personal & The Pizzas: (Don’t Trust No) Party Boy (7” “I Want You” on Trouble In Mind Records, 2010)

Cuir: Gast (cassette “Promo Tape” on Offside Records & Forty Tapes, 2024)

Big Black: Rema-Rema (one-sided 7” “Rema-Rema” on Forced Exposure, 1985)

Geo: Elasticate (cassette “Geo”, self-released by the band, 2021)

Onyon:  Alien Alien (LP “Last Days On earth” on Trouble In Mind Records, 2023)

I.L.L.O.: Roses (cassette “10 Ill Songs” on Spared Flesh & U-Bac, 2024)

Dilemmas: Bomb The Clock (cd-r “Zero Work” on You Need To Practice More, 2017)

Bärchen Und Die Milchbubis: Muskeln (7” Muskeln” on Schalter Records, 1982, also on LP “Dann Macht Es Bum” on No Fun Records, 1981 and the compilation “Endlich Komplett Betrunken” on Tapete Records, 2021)

Would Be Goods: Cecil Beatons Scrapbook (7” “The Camera Loves Me” on Cherry Red Records, 1988) - UK indie pop rond zangeres Jessica Griffin, nu solo project

Pletyka: Aug. 31 (cassette & digital release on Szégyen Kazetták, 2023)

Desinteresse: Ver Weg Van Hier (Cassette “Voor Altijd” on Decadence, 2023)

Chalk: The Gate (12” “Conditions II” on Nice Swan Records, 2024)

番長 Taste: Fireflies In The Shrine (CD “Summer Nights” on Carbon Records, 2023)

LSD Fundraiser: Industrial Jazz Hands (Cassette “Fashionably Late For The Apocalypse” on Knotwilg Records, 2022)

Modelbau/Steffan De Turck: Kitchen Sink Realism (Bukhansan) (cd-r “Zweites Treffen (undefiniert)” on Kirigirisu Recordings, 2023) 

[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

Antumbra is literally just Eclipse, but before July 16. No memory of any of the horrible stuff og Eclipse did. A younger, slightly more innocent Eclipse who hasn’t had to time fully build up his walls. No idea who Lunar, Killcode, Solar Flare, or the second Bloodmoon are. Didn’t even know Bloodmoon was finished. He ended up with different version of Eclipse’s issues, because, from his POV, everyone hated him immediately just for being born. 

He was hidden in the baby jail bunker with a small plushie-size emergency backup body. Moon’s magic woke him up, confusing the hell out of him. He doesn’t even remember making any backups, let alone understand why he’s alone in a minuscule body that isn’t Sun’s. He eventually crawled out of a secret wall compartment after hearing Sun and Moon talking.

Initially, he acted like normal cocky evil condescending Eclipse when he introduced himself, trying to cover up his confusion and panic by pretending he knows what’s happening. But, he was immediately met with disdain, hate, and murderous intent. Well beyond what he was expecting considering, as far as he knows, he hasn’t even done anything yet. This was his very first conversation, and he really was not prepared for meeting anybody, and definitely not for this level of resentment towards him. 

He ended up crying. He tried to cover up the oil tears with more snark, but it wasn’t long before he was crying outright. He was alone in his head for the first time, in a tiny helpless body, and had no idea where he was, or how he got there, or what was going on, or why they already hated him this much. He had barely come to terms with the fact that he was an unwanted mistake, and he was already getting death threats from his makers.

Naturally, Eclipse crying was very uncomfortable for everyone. Sun and Moon didn’t trust it, but it’s still very unsettling to see the cocky asshole who made you and your siblings’ lives hell cry. So, Moon at least tried to ask what was wrong, which led to Antumbra asking why they hate him so much, he didn’t ask to be born.

Which, naturally, led to Sun blowing up and listing all the shitty things Eclipse did. And Antumbra being completely lost because he has no idea what Sun’s talking about. He’s never done any of those things, this is the first time he’s interacted with literally anyone. 

Naturally this leads to him snapping back, because he has no idea what anyone’s talking about. Who the fuck even is Lunar? What did Bloodmoon do, he hasn’t even finished programming him yet? What spells, magic isn’t real? Why are they talking about Moon’s killcode like it’s its own person now, he’s the killcode isn’t he?

Sun and Antumbra are just getting frustrated and snapping at eachother at this point, Antumbra still leaking oil tears because he’s so distressed and frustrated by everything. And then Moon comes out with the big question. “What is today’s date?” And Antumbra is confused but startled enough to just answer. July 2021. And both sets of twins, and KC who was watching, are uncomfortable. Because it’s March 2023. Antumbra is missing nearly 2 years from his memory banks. He really hasn’t done anything yet.

Sun decides that it doesn’t matter, Antumbra is still Eclipse and needs to die. Bloodmoon are just quietly and eagerly watching from within Sun, as far as they’re concerned the only good Eclipse is a dead Eclipse. Moon doesn’t necessarily disagree, because this backup will probably turn out like regular Eclipse eventually, but he doesn’t like that Sun’s trying to kill. KC protests, because that’s his innocent baby who has done no wrong yet. Antumbra, meanwhile, is panicking because his introduction to his family, which wasn’t even on his terms like he was hoping, looks likes its going to end with him being murdered for things his older self did.

Moon eventually has to intervene and lock Sun in baby jail, when KC declares that letting this happen will violate their deal. And he has to explain to Sun that if he kills this backup, KC’s gonna forcible take over again. Antumbra, meanwhile, is curled up and sobbing because of how horrible his first ever social interaction went.

Sun is still convinced that this Antumbra is just as evil as normal Eclipse, and is just waiting for an opportunity to fuck them over. Moon is still suspicious, but also pities the backup, and, once he finally stops crying, offers to catch him up on what he’s missed. He was still stuck on having no idea what’s going on when Sun was yelling at him, and didn’t actually pay attention to much of the accusations. So, he accepts. And the more Antumbra learns about what happened, the more horrified he gets. 

Sure, he was resentful and wanted to hurt Moon, but Bloodmoon was supposed to be more than just bloodthirst and murder and vengeance. Bloody was supposed his brother, a creature born from the killcode just like him, someone who could understand and accept and help him. He figured that maybe he’d need some failsafes to make sure Bloody couldn’t hurt him at first, but he thought that his brother would care for him once they got used to eachother. But no. It turns out Bloody… Bloodmoon… decided to hate and reject him outright, from the very start, and then spontaneously developed his own twin and got rid of the failsafes and ran off to plot Eclipse’s murder.

Finding that out certainly stung. But then, apparently, Eclipse made a docile loving brother instead. And that brother, despite initially accepting him, betrayed and disowned and tried to kill him. Antumbra is even more hurt by this. Finding out what happened with… Bloodmoon… already had him planning out Lunar before finding out Lunar already exists. He knows damn well that Lunar shouldn’t have been able to hate Eclipse, even if he did apparently abuse him. Why would he do that, though? Why hurt Lunar?

The Star. Yes, he gets the Star would give him everything he wants. He could finally have the loving accepting family he’s always wanted, the power and control to make sure everything is perfect and that nobody can make him abandon him or make him feel like the mistake he is ever again. But would he really take the anger and stress from not being able to find it out on someone who loved and adored him? Apparently so. Wow, he really is a monster, isn’t he? An unloveable monster who managed to fuck things up with the one person who didn’t hate him on sight. And that person had to be specifically designed to not to hate him.

The deeper into the rabbit hole of what Eclipse becomes and does he goes, the worse Antumbra feels. One rejection after another, becoming the worst person everyone knows, ruining the one good thing he’s ever had. He’s only been on his own for a day, and everyone already hates him, including himself, because of what his older self did. He eventually, before they finish going over October, just quietly tells Moon to stop talking, to please shut up now, he’s done hearing about what happened.

KC, seeing how upset his baby is, demands that, if Moon won’t give him the body, Moon at least tries to comfort Antumbra. Moon isn’t keen on either idea, because he doesn’t really trust either of them, but prefers the idea of cuddling younger Eclipse over letting KC out right next to his caged brother. So, he picks up Antumbra, causing him to panic thinking he’s about to get killed, and hugs him. Which leads directly into another breakdown because this is literally Antumbra’s first time being touched. 

Naturally, Moon freaks out, thinking he made things worse. But, when he tries to drop the backup, Antumbra just clings and whines. He’s emotionally exhausted but he needs this hug. Moon gives in and hugs him again, and Antumbra buries his face into Moon’s neck and sobs until he falls asleep.

So now, nobody is sure what to do right now. Bloodmoon, who haven’t revealed themselves yet, are still very pro-killing Antumbra, though a bit more doubtful after that display. Sun is also very pro-killing Antumbra, because he’s still in the middle of his temper tantrum, but won’t because of Killcode. Moon starting to get attached and conflicted. Killcode is very firmly on the side of keeping his little boy alive.

Sun and Moon eventually just settle down for a nap. They’re emotionally (Moon) and physically (Sun) exhausted, and maybe they’ll figure out what to do about Antumbra after some rest. KC briefly sneaks control to give the sleeping Antumbra a forehead kiss and some cuddles. Bloodmoon see that and are somewhat disappointed that dad cares about the Eclipse backup.

Antumbra wakes up first. He’s embarrassed by being held like a plushy, but soaking up the contact is much more important than his ego. Sun wakes up next, to see Antumbra snuggling his brother, while he himself is stuck in baby jail, which irritates him and leaves him snarking at the little guy. And, now that Antumbra’s rested and receiving affection, he can trade insults properly. Which wakes up Moon.

Moon, obviously, doesn’t appreciate waking up to an Eclipse backup fighting with his brother, and decides get him off of him. Which unfortunately, now that he’s had a taste of affection, sets off Antumbra’s abandonment issues, causing him to immediately change his tune. He’s sorry, he promises he’ll be good, please don’t throw him away again. Which wakes up the other three and makes everyone feel bad again. Nobody appreciates an Eclipse being pitiful and vulnerable like this as much as they thought they would.

Moon has to reassure Antumbra that he’s not getting rid of him. Which is true, because, unfortunately, he’s attached now. Snuggling someone while they cry really makes it harder to hate and distrust them. Which also means he can’t kill Eclipse, because that thing Solar Flare gave him would kill Antumbra too. Which sucks.

He ends up taking Antumbra home to the Daycare, while Sun stays in baby jail because he’s still snippy and full of murderous intent. Antumbra is currently very tiny and, with Lunar moving out, there’s more than enough room. He also sends an astral projection to Monty to let him know about Antumbra, so Monty can pass on the message to Lunar.

Unfortunately, Moon has to cancel the other plan too. KC demands to properly meet his new youngest once they’re home, which Moon insists on supervising. And Antumbra ends up latching onto KC as hard as Bloodmoon did. It’s the very first time someone didn’t hate him at first sight, and he still hasn’t had time to build up walls or get used to rejection. Of course he’s getting attached.

Antumbra, when not in severe emotional distress, tends to be just as snarky as Eclipse. Though, not intentionally as mean unless he feels nervous. He��s cuddly, clingy, and always craves affection and validation. He also hates himself, because he’s Eclipse enough to understand how Eclipse thinks, to know exactly what the thought process behind each horrible decision was. He can even trace Lord Eclipse’s decisions, once he finds out about that dimension. He can see the potential to become standard Eclipse within himself, and he hates it.

Antumbra ends up sticking with being tiny, because, while more vulnerable, it’s also less threatening and easier to cuddle. Which he can never get enough of. He ends up sticking with a darker orange and purple color scheme, and bright orange rays.🦇

Antumbra is literally just Eclipse, but before July 16. No memory of any of the horrible stuff og Eclipse did. A younger, slightly more innocent Eclipse who hasn’t had to time fully build up his walls. No idea who Lunar, Killcode, Solar Flare, or the second Bloodmoon are. Didn’t even know Bloodmoon was finished. He ended up with different version of Eclipse’s issues, because, from his POV, everyone hated him immediately just for being born. 

He was hidden in the baby jail bunker with a small plushie-size emergency backup body. Moon’s magic woke him up, confusing the hell out of him. He doesn’t even remember making any backups, let alone understand why he’s alone in a minuscule body that isn’t Sun’s. He eventually crawled out of a secret wall compartment after hearing Sun and Moon talking.

Initially, he acted like normal cocky evil condescending Eclipse when he introduced himself, trying to cover up his confusion and panic by pretending he knows what’s happening. But, he was immediately met with disdain, hate, and murderous intent. Well beyond what he was expecting considering, as far as he knows, he hasn’t even done anything yet. This was his very first conversation, and he really was not prepared for meeting anybody, and definitely not for this level of resentment towards him. 

He ended up crying. He tried to cover up the oil tears with more snark, but it wasn’t long before he was crying outright. He was alone in his head for the first time, in a tiny helpless body, and had no idea where he was, or how he got there, or what was going on, or why they already hated him this much. He had barely come to terms with the fact that he was an unwanted mistake, and he was already getting death threats from his makers.

Naturally, Eclipse crying was very uncomfortable for everyone. Sun and Moon didn’t trust it, but it’s still very unsettling to see the cocky asshole who made you and your siblings’ lives hell cry. So, Moon at least tried to ask what was wrong, which led to Antumbra asking why they hate him so much, he didn’t ask to be born.

Which, naturally, led to Sun blowing up and listing all the shitty things Eclipse did. And Antumbra being completely lost because he has no idea what Sun’s talking about. He’s never done any of those things, this is the first time he’s interacted with literally anyone. 

Naturally this leads to him snapping back, because he has no idea what anyone’s talking about. Who the fuck even is Lunar? What did Bloodmoon do, he hasn’t even finished programming him yet? What spells, magic isn’t real? Why are they talking about Moon’s killcode like it’s its own person now, he’s the killcode isn’t he?

Sun and Antumbra are just getting frustrated and snapping at eachother at this point, Antumbra still leaking oil tears because he’s so distressed and frustrated by everything. And then Moon comes out with the big question. “What is today’s date?” And Antumbra is confused but startled enough to just answer. July 2021. And both sets of twins, and KC who was watching, are uncomfortable. Because it’s March 2023. Antumbra is missing nearly 2 years from his memory banks. He really hasn’t done anything yet.

Sun decides that it doesn’t matter, Antumbra is still Eclipse and needs to die. Bloodmoon are just quietly and eagerly watching from within Sun, as far as they’re concerned the only good Eclipse is a dead Eclipse. Moon doesn’t necessarily disagree, because this backup will probably turn out like regular Eclipse eventually, but he doesn’t like that Sun’s trying to kill. KC protests, because that’s his innocent baby who has done no wrong yet. Antumbra, meanwhile, is panicking because his introduction to his family, which wasn’t even on his terms like he was hoping, looks likes its going to end with him being murdered for things his older self did.

Moon eventually has to intervene and lock Sun in baby jail, when KC declares that letting this happen will violate their deal. And he has to explain to Sun that if he kills this backup, KC’s gonna forcible take over again. Antumbra, meanwhile, is curled up and sobbing because of how horrible his first ever social interaction went.

Sun is still convinced that this Antumbra is just as evil as normal Eclipse, and is just waiting for an opportunity to fuck them over. Moon is still suspicious, but also pities the backup, and, once he finally stops crying, offers to catch him up on what he’s missed. He was still stuck on having no idea what’s going on when Sun was yelling at him, and didn’t actually pay attention to much of the accusations. So, he accepts. And the more Antumbra learns about what happened, the more horrified he gets. 

Sure, he was resentful and wanted to hurt Moon, but Bloodmoon was supposed to be more than just bloodthirst and murder and vengeance. Bloody was supposed his brother, a creature born from the killcode just like him, someone who could understand and accept and help him. He figured that maybe he’d need some failsafes to make sure Bloody couldn’t hurt him at first, but he thought that his brother would care for him once they got used to eachother. But no. It turns out Bloody… Bloodmoon… decided to hate and reject him outright, from the very start, and then spontaneously developed his own twin and got rid of the failsafes and ran off to plot Eclipse’s murder.

Finding that out certainly stung. But then, apparently, Eclipse made a docile loving brother instead. And that brother, despite initially accepting him, betrayed and disowned and tried to kill him. Antumbra is even more hurt by this. Finding out what happened with… Bloodmoon… already had him planning out Lunar before finding out Lunar already exists. He knows damn well that Lunar shouldn’t have been able to hate Eclipse, even if he did apparently abuse him. Why would he do that, though? Why hurt Lunar?

The Star. Yes, he gets the Star would give him everything he wants. He could finally have the loving accepting family he’s always wanted, the power and control to make sure everything is perfect and that nobody can make him abandon him or make him feel like the mistake he is ever again. But would he really take the anger and stress from not being able to find it out on someone who loved and adored him? Apparently so. Wow, he really is a monster, isn’t he? An unloveable monster who managed to fuck things up with the one person who didn’t hate him on sight. And that person had to be specifically designed to not to hate him.

The deeper into the rabbit hole of what Eclipse becomes and does he goes, the worse Antumbra feels. One rejection after another, becoming the worst person everyone knows, ruining the one good thing he’s ever had. He’s only been on his own for a day, and everyone already hates him, including himself, because of what his older self did. He eventually, before they finish going over October, just quietly tells Moon to stop talking, to please shut up now, he’s done hearing about what happened.

KC, seeing how upset his baby is, demands that, if Moon won’t give him the body, Moon at least tries to comfort Antumbra. Moon isn’t keen on either idea, because he doesn’t really trust either of them, but prefers the idea of cuddling younger Eclipse over letting KC out right next to his caged brother. So, he picks up Antumbra, causing him to panic thinking he’s about to get killed, and hugs him. Which leads directly into another breakdown because this is literally Antumbra’s first time being touched. 

Naturally, Moon freaks out, thinking he made things worse. But, when he tries to drop the backup, Antumbra just clings and whines. He’s emotionally exhausted but he needs this hug. Moon gives in and hugs him again, and Antumbra buries his face into Moon’s neck and sobs until he falls asleep.

So now, nobody is sure what to do right now. Bloodmoon, who haven’t revealed themselves yet, are still very pro-killing Antumbra, though a bit more doubtful after that display. Sun is also very pro-killing Antumbra, because he’s still in the middle of his temper tantrum, but won’t because of Killcode. Moon starting to get attached and conflicted. Killcode is very firmly on the side of keeping his little boy alive.

Sun and Moon eventually just settle down for a nap. They’re emotionally (Moon) and physically (Sun) exhausted, and maybe they’ll figure out what to do about Antumbra after some rest. KC briefly sneaks control to give the sleeping Antumbra a forehead kiss and some cuddles. Bloodmoon see that and are somewhat disappointed that dad cares about the Eclipse backup.

Antumbra wakes up first. He’s embarrassed by being held like a plushy, but soaking up the contact is much more important than his ego. Sun wakes up next, to see Antumbra snuggling his brother, while he himself is stuck in baby jail, which irritates him and leaves him snarking at the little guy. And, now that Antumbra’s rested and receiving affection, he can trade insults properly. Which wakes up Moon.

Moon, obviously, doesn’t appreciate waking up to an Eclipse backup fighting with his brother, and decides get him off of him. Which unfortunately, now that he’s had a taste of affection, sets off Antumbra’s abandonment issues, causing him to immediately change his tune. He’s sorry, he promises he’ll be good, please don’t throw him away again. Which wakes up the other three and makes everyone feel bad again. Nobody appreciates an Eclipse being pitiful and vulnerable like this as much as they thought they would.

Moon has to reassure Antumbra that he’s not getting rid of him. Which is true, because, unfortunately, he’s attached now. Snuggling someone while they cry really makes it harder to hate and distrust them. Which also means he can’t kill Eclipse, because that thing Solar Flare gave him would kill Antumbra too. Which sucks.

He ends up taking Antumbra home to the Daycare, while Sun stays in baby jail because he’s still snippy and full of murderous intent. Antumbra is currently very tiny and, with Lunar moving out, there’s more than enough room. He also sends an astral projection to Monty to let him know about Antumbra, so Monty can pass on the message to Lunar.

Unfortunately, Moon has to cancel the other plan too. KC demands to properly meet his new youngest once they’re home, which Moon insists on supervising. And Antumbra ends up latching onto KC as hard as Bloodmoon did. It’s the very first time someone didn’t hate him at first sight, and he still hasn’t had time to build up walls or get used to rejection. Of course he’s getting attached.

Antumbra, when not in severe emotional distress, tends to be just as snarky as Eclipse. Though, not intentionally as mean unless he feels nervous. He’s cuddly, clingy, and always craves affection and validation. He also hates himself, because he’s Eclipse enough to understand how Eclipse thinks, to know exactly what the thought process behind each horrible decision was. He can even trace Lord Eclipse’s decisions, once he finds out about that dimension. He can see the potential to become standard Eclipse within himself, and he hates it.

Antumbra ends up sticking with being tiny, because, while more vulnerable, it’s also less threatening and easier to cuddle. Which he can never get enough of. He ends up picking a darker orange and purple color scheme, and bright orange rays. Bright red eyes, because he loves his dad. Retractable fangs and claws, too, because he doesn’t want to scare away potential affection, but he also wants to have some ability to protect himself. And, of course, a tail, toe beans, and digitigrade legs. The tail and beans are so he can be punished when he lashes out, without setting off his abandonment issues. The legs are just because they’re neat.🦇

I am emotionally attached to Antumbra now, thank you very much. Please give him this entire tray of warm cookies. 🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪

[thuocdantoc-vn]

Sau một thời gian chuẩn bị, Hợp tác xã Nam dược Thuốc dân tộc Bắc Kạn đã chính thức khởi công xây dựng, đưa vào trồng thí nghiệm các dược liệu quý bản địa. Dự kiến đến tháng 10/2021 Hợp tác xã sẽ đi vào khai thác.

https://thuocdantoc.vn/thuoc-dant-toc-khoi-cong-xay-dung-hop-tac-xa-nam-duoc-bac-kan.html

[beardedmrbean]

LAKE WORTH, Texas — Newly released video from the Lake Worth Police Department shows the man who killed a North Texas officer in a drunk driving crash trying to run away from the scene on that November 2021 day.

Within seconds, a bystander could be seen chasing after Dylan Molina before pinning him down on the ground. Other bystanders were also seen trying to help the victims of the crash, which included Euless police detective Alex Cervantes, his wife and two children.

Cervantes died, and his wife and children suffered critical injuries.

More than a year later, on Jan. 30, 2023, Molina pleaded guilty to intoxication manslaughter and three charges of intoxication assault. He was sentenced to 15 years in prison.

It was later revealed that on that Nov. 27, 2021, day, the 27-year-old Molina consumed eight double vodka cocktails within three hours at a Fuzzy's Taco Shop in Lake Worth. His BAC was twice the legal limit, according to police.

Police said Molina ran a red light and hit off-duty detective Cervantes, who was driving with his family.

Good Samaritan stops suspect

Bystander Justin Gonzalez was identified as the man who stopped Molina.

He told WFAA he chased down Molina out of instinct after having just left a Thanksgiving gathering with family.

"I don't know why it had to happen that it did," Gonzalez said. "But I knew he wasn't going anywhere. I couldn't let him go."

Gonzalez said he witnessed the horrific crash. "[Molina] was driving down at a high rate of speed. And I told my wife, I was like, 'look at him,'" he said.

After stopping to help, Gonzalez said he wanted Molina to see what he had done.

"I'm like, 'Come here. You can come. Come with me so you can come and see.' And I turned around and when I turned around, I thought he was walking behind me. And then I just heard him take off running," he said.

He said he was determined to not let Molina get away.

"I was on his tail. He wasn't getting anywhere," Gonzalez said. "I just had felt that something within me."

"I think about what happened every day," he added. "I was there for a reason for that day."

Bartender charged

Molina wasn't the only person charged in this incident.

The 26-year-old bartender, Cala Richardson, who served Molina before the deadly crash also faced charges, police said,

According to police, Richardson was charged with one count of sale to certain persons, a class A misdemeanor, for allegedly overserving Molina. The sale of alcohol to a drunk person is forbidden by the Texas Alcoholic Beverage Commission.

The misdemeanor can carry up to a one year in jail and a $4,000 fine.

Earlier this week, Lake Worth police released surveillance video from inside the Fuzzy's Taco Shop prior to the crash. In the video, Molina could be seen stumbling around the bar, even going behind the counter at one point.

Richardson was seen trying to keep Molina on his feet and also motioning him to get back to his seat.

Lake Worth's police chief told WFAA that Richardson ignored the warning signs that could have kept Molina from operating a vehicle.

"The signs that he displayed, should have been an indicator that he was not safe to walk away from that building," Lake Worth Police Chief J.T. Manoushagian said. "This is a stark reminder of what can happen when we ignore those signs."

[jjwphotography1990]

Dondi flying the beautiful vintage BAC-167 Strikemaster.

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The 2021 Stuart Air Show

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