#barn solar light

[sarrvad]

Revolutionizing Travel with Solar-Powered Backpacks and Lighting Solutions

Introduction:

In today's fast-paced world, staying connected and having access to reliable lighting is essential, especially while on the go. Sarrvad, a leading solar product company, has emerged as a game-changer in the market by offering innovative solar-powered backpacks and lighting solutions. With their cutting-edge technology and commitment to sustainability, Sarrvad is transforming the way we travel, ensuring convenience, and reducing our environmental impact.

Solar-Powered Backpacks for Travel:

Imagine a backpack that not only carries your belongings but also harnesses the power of the sun to keep your devices charged. Sarrvad's solar travel backpacks make this a reality. These backpacks feature integrated solar panels that capture sunlight and convert it into usable electricity, allowing you to charge your smartphones, tablets, cameras, and other portable devices on the go. Whether you're hiking, camping, or traveling, these solar backpacks provide a convenient and eco-friendly solution for staying powered up.

Solar Bags in Delhi and Gurgaon:

Sarrvad's solar bags are not limited to just Delhi and Gurgaon; they are available to customers across various locations. These solar bags combine style and functionality, with integrated solar panels seamlessly integrated into the design. The solar panels efficiently capture solar energy and store it in built-in power banks, providing a convenient charging solution for your electronic devices. With Sarrvad's solar bags, you can venture out in Delhi, Gurgaon, or any other location with confidence, knowing that your devices will always have a reliable source of power.

Solar Lighting Systems for Illuminating Spaces:

Sarrvad doesn't stop at solar-powered backpacks; they also offer innovative lighting solutions for both indoor and outdoor use. Their solar lighting systems provide sustainable and energy-efficient illumination, reducing dependence on traditional grid-based electricity. Whether you need lighting for your garden, pathways, or outdoor events, Sarrvad's solar lighting systems offer a convenient and eco-friendly alternative. With easy installation and no wiring required, these systems are a practical and cost-effective way to enhance the ambiance and safety of any space.

Solar LED Street Lights:

Sarrvad's commitment to sustainable lighting extends to urban environments as well. Their solar LED street lights are designed to provide reliable and efficient lighting for streets, parks, parking lots, and other public spaces. These street lights harness solar energy during the day and illuminate the surroundings with bright and long-lasting LED lights at night. With advanced technology and durable construction, Sarrvad's solar LED street lights ensure enhanced visibility and safety while significantly reducing energy consumption and maintenance costs.

Solar Lights Online:

Sarrvad understands the importance of convenience and accessibility. To cater to customers across India, they offer their range of solar lights online. Whether you're in Delhi, Gurgaon, or any other city, you can easily explore and purchase Sarrvad's solar lighting products through their online platform. This allows you to browse their diverse range of solar lights, compare features and prices, and make a hassle-free purchase from the comfort of your own home.

Solar-Powered Lighting Solutions for Every Need:

From solar barn lights in Gurgaon to solar hording lights, Sarrvad offers a comprehensive range of solar-powered lighting solutions to meet various needs. Their solar barn lights provide reliable illumination for agricultural buildings, warehouses, and remote structures, ensuring safety and convenience. Additionally, their solar hording lights are specifically designed for outdoor advertising, offering bright and eye-catching lighting while minimizing energy consumption and operating costs.

Conclusion:

Sarrvad is leading the way in the solar product industry, offering innovative solutions for travelers and lighting needs. With their solar-powered backpacks, convenient

[scoonsalicious]

Unwanted: Chapter 2, Unspeakable - Pt. 1

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Summary: When your FWB relationship with your best friend Bucky Barnes turns into something more, you couldn’t be happier. That is, however, until a new Avenger sets her sights on your super soldier and he inadvertently breaks your heart. You take on a mission you might not be prepared for to put some distance between the two of you and open yourself up to past traumas. Too bad the only one who can help you heal is the one person you can no longer trust.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, mentions of alcohol, longing looks/touches, this part's mostly fluff, ngl.

Word Count: 1.1k

Previously On...: And from that night, you and Bucky became best friends. Because there are some things you can't share without ending up liking each other, and the stuff of your nightmares was one of them.

A/N: I thought the Harry Potter quote was appropriate to bastardize for the Previously On... Don't come for me, lol

Banner By: The absolutely amazing @mrsbuckybarnes1917

Taglist: (Please let me know if you’d like to be added!)  @blackhawkfanatic @les-sel @marcswife21

From that night on, Bucky found every excuse he could to touch you. It was as though, after so many years of nothing but cold cruelty, he had become addicted to the warmth and softness of your skin. You didn't mind in the least; you liked the way he wrapped his arm around your stomach and rested his chin in the crook of your shoulder when he came up behind you, or the way he pulled your hand onto his thigh and traced the lines of your palm with his index finger while you watched TV in the common room, side by side.

One afternoon, you were standing in front of a monitor in your lab, lost in thought as the numbers from your latest algorithm trial ran across the screen. So immersed were you in the data that you didn't notice the form coming up behind you until two hands grabbed you by the waist, lifting you up and spinning you.

Without thinking, your years of training kicked in, like flipping on a switch. You stomped down, hard, on the top of your assailant's foot with your heel, while simultaneously throwing your elbow back into their solar plexus. The attacker let out a low "Oof" and released their hold on you, giving you the opportunity to drop your weight low and spin on your toes to face them.

Bucky stood stooped before you, one hand clutching his abdomen where your elbow had made contact, the other hand held up in surrender. The other hand?

"Jesus Christ, Buck!" you panted. "You scared the shit out of me!"

"I was trying to surprise you, you hell beast," Bucky said, though he was smiling. Rubbing the tender spot of nerves you had so artfully disturbed, he asked "Where'd you learn to fight so dirty?"

"Krav Maga," you beamed, pleased that you'd managed to get a hit on a super soldier, even if Bucky hadn't been actually attacking you. "Care to tell me how you managed to end up with two fucking arms?"

Now it was Buck's turn to beam at you as he held out his new left arm for your perusal. You took the hand, inspecting it. Black metal gleamed in the light of your lab. You turned the arm over, admiring the craftsmanship. "This is a thing of beauty, Buck," you murmured, trailing your fingers along the gold veins that ran through the metal. Bucky involuntarily shivered at your touch. "You can feel that?" you asked him, awestruck. He nodded, his face awash in delight.

You leaned in to examine it more closely. If you didn't know any better, you'd say it was... But, no, it couldn't be– "Bucky," you said in astonishment, looking up to meet his eye, "is this vibranium?"

Bucky grinned from ear to ear, looking like a little boy who had gotten just what he'd asked for for Christmas. "It was a gift. From the Wakandans, for helping them capture Helmut Zemo." Bucky seemed almost shy at revealing why the Wakandans had gifted him the arm, as though he was still uncomfortable with being acknowledged for doing good instead of being blamed for committing evil.

"This..." you started, at a loss for words. "Bucky, this is amazing! The Wakandans are the most technologically advanced nation on the planet. This makes the arm I've been working on look like a fucking stick."

Bucky cocked his head and studied you as you studied the vibranium appendage. "You were making me an arm, doll?" he asked, throat choked on emotion.

You looked up at him, a blush of color rising to your cheeks. "Well, I was trying to. I wasn't going to say anything until I knew it would work; I didn't want to get your hopes up, but this... this is worlds better than anything I could have manufactured."

Bucky gently pulled his metal arm from your hand and used it to cup your cheek, instead. You leaned into the cool, hard metal. "That's the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me," he murmured. You gave him a soft smile.

"You're one of my best friends, and you deserve all the good things," you told him with a shrug of your shoulder. "Including two functioning arms."

Bucky pulled you into a hug and you returned his embrace, relishing in the feeling of being completely held by him. "I don't know what I'd do without you, Pocket," he said into the top of your head.

You pulled back to look up at him. "Well, hopefully, you'll never have to find out." You stayed like that for a few moments longer, neither of you willing to be the first to let go. "You know what," you said, eventually pulling away from him, "we should celebrate."

Bucky looked down at you with a glint in his eye. "Celebrate, huh? What should we do?"

"Anything you want," you told him, moving out of the cage of his arms. Arms. You still couldn't believe it. "It's your arm we're celebrating."

He studied you for a moment, and there was a look in his eyes you couldn't quite decipher. As the heat of Bucky's gaze lingered on you, a shiver ran down your spine. There was something different about the way he looked at you now, something that made your heart race and your palms grow sweaty. It was as if every fiber of his being was focused solely on you, his eyes tracing every contour of your face with an almost alarming intensity.

"Can we start those Hobbit movies?" he asked.

"That's how you want to celebrate?" you smiled up at him. "You're such a fucking nerd. Yeah, we can absolutely do that. Oh, shit--" you remembered. "It's Girls' Night tonight. It’s fine– I can skip it."

"No," said Bucky, and the look he'd been giving you had vanished, leaving you to wonder if you'd simply imagined it to begin with, "go to Girls' Night. I know how much you look forward to those."

"I said we'd celebrate, and I want to celebrate," you insisted. "I can bow out of Girls' Night early. I'll just pop in, have one glass of wine, and then I'll be all yours; they can manage without me for a night."

Bucky hit you with his devil-charming grin. "All mine?" he asked, a mischievous lilt to his voice.

Rolling your eyes, you playfully slapped at his chest. "You know what I mean, asshat."

"Another dollar in the jar," he tsked.

"Get the fuck out of here and let me get back to work," you said with a laugh, shooing him away. You followed him with your eyes as he made his way to the door. Right before he went through, he turned around and looked back over at you, giving you a parting smile before walking off.

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[greenwitchcrafts]

April 2024 witch guide

Full moon: April 23rd

New moon: April 8th

Solar eclipse: April 8th

Sabbats: None

April Pink Moon

Known as: Breaking Ice Moon, Budding Moon of Plants & shrubs, Budding Tree Moon, Eastermonath, Frog Moon, Green Grass Moon, Growing Moon, Hare Moon, Moon of the Red Grass appearing, Moon When Geese Lay Egss, Moon When thd Ducks Come Back, Ostarmanoth, Planters Moon, Seed Moon, Sucker Moon & Wind Moon

Element: Fire

Zodiac: Aries & Taurus

Nature spirits: Plant Faeries

Deities: Anahita, Bast, Ceres, Cernunnos, Hathor, Herne, Ishtar, Kali, Tawaret & Venus

Animals: Bear & wolf

Birds:  Hawk & magpie

Trees: Bay, forsythia, hazel, lilac, pine & willow

Herbs:  Basil, chives, dandelion, dill, dogwood, dragon's blood, fennel, geranium, milkweed & thistle

Flowers: Daisy & sweetpea

Scents: Bay, bergamot, patchouli & pine

Stones: Angelite, beryl, diamond, garnet, malachite, quartz, ruby, sapphire, sard, selenite & zircon

Colors: Blue, brown, crimson, gold & green

Energy: Authority, balance, beginnings, change, fertility, growth, leadership, opportunities, overcoming obstacles, personal skill development, re-birth, self-evaluation, self-reliance, spirituality, temper control & willpower

April’s full Moon often corresponded with the early springtime blooms of a certain wildflower native to eastern North America: Phlox subulata—commonly called creeping phlox or moss phlox—which also went by the name “moss pink.” Thanks to this seasonal association, this full Moon came to be called the “Pink” Moon.

Other celebrations:

• Walpurgis Night - April 30th

Also known as: May Eve

The origins of the holiday date back to pagan celebrations of fertility rites & the coming of spring. After the Norse were Christianized, the pagan celebration became combined with the legend of St. Walburga, an English-born nun who lived at Heidenheim monastery in Germany & later became the abbess there. Saint Walpurga was hailed by the Christians of Germany for battling "pest, rabies, & whooping cough as well as against witchcraft". Christians prayed to God through the intercession of Saint Walpurga in order to protect themselves from witchcraft, as Saint Walpurga was successful in converting the local populace to Christianity. Although it is likely that the date of her canonization is purely coincidental to the date of the pagan celebrations of spring, people were able to celebrate both events under church law without fear of reprisal.

Walpurgis Night is still a traditional holiday celebrated on April 30th in northern Europe & Scandinavia. In Sweden typical holiday activities include the singing of traditional spring folk songs & the lighting of bonfires. In Germany the holiday is celebrated by dressing in costumes, playing pranks on people & creating loud noises meant to keep evil at bay. Many people also hang blessed sprigs of foliage from houses & barns to ward off evil spirits, or they leave pieces of bread spread with butter & honey, called ankenschnitt, as offerings for phantom hounds.

Sources:

Farmersalmanac .com

Llewellyn's Complete Book of Correspondences by Sandra Kines

Wikipedia

A Witch's Book of Correspondences by Viktorija Briggs

Encyclopedia britannica

Llewellyn 2024 magical almanac Practical magic for everyday living

[bullet-prooflove]

Stayin’ up late, playin’ our song

For a young John Dutton

Tagging: @kmc1989 @noxytopy @foxfables @solar-raccoon @toheavenwmydrms 

Companion piece to:

The One That Got Away - In light of Lee's recent wedding, John reflects on the one that got away.

After the kids are put to bed John pours himself a glass of whiskey. He puts Willy Nelson on the record player, unfastening the top two buttons of his shirt as he sits down in the leather Chesterfield in front of the fire. He closes his eyes as the music starts and the opening bars of If My World Didn’t Have You begin to play.

It takes him back to that night, the one of the barn dance when he held you in his arms, cradled you close and promised you that he’d never let you go. He’d made love to you for the first time that evening, in the summerhouse your daddy built for your mama when the two of them had first gotten hitched.

“I’m going to marry you Lou.” He’d whispered as he lay tangled up in you, his hands threading through your hair. “I’m going to spend the rest of my life, making you as happy as you make me.”

It’s a week later his father tells him he’s going to marry Evelyn Shaw. He tries to protest, to fight it but it all comes down to numbers. Evelyn comes with over 100,000 acres and a whole stable of championship horses and Yellowstone needs the cash injection.

He doesn’t even get to tell you himself because by morning the news has spread around town like a wildfire.

“I guess you were through with me after you got what you wanted.” You say as you brush down your horse with a ferocity that frightens him. “I should have known men like you don’t marry girls like me.”

“Lou, it’s not like that…”

But it is. That’s exactly what it’s like.

You don’t speak to him after that, he sees you around town but you won’t so much as look in his direction. You were the love of his life and now he’s absolutely nothing to you.

The day before he gets married you leave town, hit the rodeo circuit. He keeps track of your career from titbits of gossip he picks up in the local diner.

It’s when your father dies a few years later that you finally return to Bozeman. Your brothers, they’re rodeo kings through and through, they don’t understand the nuances of running a farm, not like you do.

It’s after the funeral that he finds you in the summerhouse, smoking a joint. The smoke plumes from between your lips as you look at him standing there in the doorway. You don’t say anything and neither does he, instead you raise to your feet, snub out the blunt and unzip your dress. It falls into a pool around your ankles and John, he’s just a man, one so fiercely in love with you it hurts.

He fucks you on the couch, the springs creaking as your nails rake down his back. There’s an exhilaration in the pain, a release that comes with it because he deserves this, the punishing pace you set, the bite marks you leave on his flesh. He wants to wear your hurt on his skin, to experience it with you.

When you come you take him with you, his release spilling deep as you wring every last ounce of ecstasy from his body. He’s still trying to catch his breath when you pull away, you slip back into that dress, guiding the straps up your arms before you step out of the door, closing it quietly behind you.

That had been five days ago and he can still feel the sting of your scratch marks everytime he climbs into the shower.

“I still love you.” He had whispered at the height of climax and you’d only fucked him harder.

The song ends and he opens his eyes to find his wife standing before him in nothing but a silk robe. The numbness starts to creep in, the same way it does when he’s with Everlyn and he takes a sip of whiskey before he shakes his head.

“Not tonight.” He tells her, thinking about the marks you’ve left upon his skin. “I can’t do this with you tonight.”

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[kingbob2-0]

just occurred to me I never posted what Desmond’s wings look like in the conduit au!😅 oops.

For those who don’t know, Desmond is a sunlight/Solar conduit in this au , He can change the colors and patterns on his wings by changing what light frequencies they absorb/reflect, but their default appearance is of a Melanistic barn owl.

[starboundpix]

i. (love is) a gift

you just want a regular scarecrow. not whatever this shiny metal scarecrow-esque thing is. too bad your aunt didn't get the memo.

daycare attendant x reader ✧ 1.3k words farm au, gender neutral reader, reader is a farmer, lots of pets and animals, reader does some heavy lifting

note: this is the first writing piece I'm posting for the fnaf fandom! my roommates have been dragging me down this hole the entire semester, so here I am >.< I hope you enjoy!

When you mentioned to your aunt in passing that you desperately need a scarecrow because the birds keep ruining your newly planted garden, you didn’t think she paid that much attention to you. She must have been listening and decided to use her rich aunt privileges because here you are in your barn, ankle deep in packaging paper and hay, staring at a large wooden crate turned on its side, jaw dropping at the sight of gold and light yellow metal spilling out of the opening.

This most definitely is not the kind of scarecrow you were planning to purchase.

A brief search through the packaging paper in the crate reveals a thin booklet titled Farm Helper Manual. The cover depicts two cartoon characters: one in the same coloration as your metal scarecrow and the other in varying shades of blue and black with highlights of a soft silvery-grey. They are like the sun and moon personified and their fun poses within the stalks of corn evoke a bit of amusement that breaks up the shock that had settled in.

You start flipping through the pages, skimming the titles and headers. You just want to find out how to set the scarecrow up because you don’t think mounting it on a wooden pole in the traditional fashion would work out.

“‘Battery and operation,’” you read out loud. One of your chickens clucks at you in response, then pecks the scarecrow, beak glancing off metal with a plink. “Henrietta! Don’t dent my scarecrow.” You wave your hand at the red-feathered hen and she ruffles her wings, disgruntled, settling a few steps away. Sighing, you keep reading the page. “‘Your farm helper-’ cute term for a scarecrow, ‘-is both solar powered and battery powered. Once fully charged, it will operate for 48 hours before reaching low-power mode and has three more hours before shutting off completely.’ What, is that it?” 

A quick flip through the rest of the pages doesn’t reveal anything about how to set the scarecrow up, which is extremely unhelpful.

Tossing the booklet to the side, you move to stand before the crate, hands on your hips as you eye the mass of metal enrobed in rather sad, brown, sack-like cloth. Well if the book won’t tell you much, you can figure this out yourself. You’ve been able to fix the machines and tools you need for farmwork, so you certainly can set this metal scarecrow up in your garden. You hope.

This scarecrow is so. Immensely. Heavy. 

Your shoulders and arms ache terribly from the odd combination of carrying, pushing, and pulling that is necessary to get the scarecrow into your wheelbarrow. It doesn’t get any easier when you have to lift the wheelbarrow scant inches off the ground to push it to your garden, careful to avoid the fresh green and yellow sprouts of vegetables and herbs.

Now, you have the miserable task of somehow getting this hunk of metal out of the wheelbarrow and set up to charge under the sunlight.

After staring at it for a moment, you make the short trip to your house and grab a chair from the wrap-around porch, awkwardly shuffle-walking with it in your arms until you return to the wheelbarrow. You set the chair down, wiggling it until the legs sink a bit into the dirt to make sure it won’t topple over.

“Okay, let’s do this,” you tell yourself, shaking out your arms to prepare for the difficult task ahead. 

First, you move the scarecrow’s legs over the edge of the wheelbarrow, each limb weighing just as much as your large Australian Shepherd who has wandered over to witness your struggles. 

You pause to rub your dog’s side when he stops by your feet, his tongue out and tail wagging. “Come to laugh at me, Pluto?” He barks once, sharp and short, before leaving you to lay down on the dirt a bit away from the chair.

Smiling at him, you continue on with your task. You pull the scarecrow’s arms to rest over your shoulders, and after a moment to catch your breath, you heave your weight forward, pulling with all your might. For a moment, you think that the scarecrow will not budge. But the weight starts to get heavier and heavier on your shoulders, the wheelbarrow falls onto its side, and the entire weight of this scarecrow is pressing down on you.

You stumble forward, then find enough balance to walk the three steps needed to get to the chair. Quickly, you shrug the scarecrow’s arms off your shoulders and lean back until you hear the scraping of metal and fabric on wood and suddenly feel infinitely lighter.

Air whooshes past your lips in an exhale. Rolling your shoulders helps to ease some of the pain and tension that has gathered in your arms, but you surely will feel the ache for the next few days. You’re used to the hard labor of farm work, sure, but you rarely have to lift this much weight at once. Why on earth did they make a scarecrow this heavy? 

Turning around, your eyes grow wide when you take in the present from your aunt. “Oh, wow.” 

Under the bright golden sunlight of a warm spring afternoon, the scarecrow is glorious despite the rough burlap sack covering the torso. There are so many fine details, more than you’d ever expect the manufacturers to include. Individual knuckle joints are coated in a shimmery light yellow paint, the same color as what you can see of the metal torso. The arms have beautifully intricate designs of vines and flowers, twining from wrist to shoulder joint, that are the slightest bit darker than the yellow so the markings are only visible when the sunlight hits them at a certain angle. The scarecrow’s face is split in two colors—that light yellow on the left and a deeper golden hue on the right—which curves to form a crescent. You wonder what colors the eyes and mouth would be, but they’re all closed, giving the scarecrow a serene expression. To finish off the wonderful craftsmanship, a set of triangular spikes crown the scarecrow’s face, starting in that deep gold and fading away to the light shimmery yellow at the tip.

“You’re like the sun,” you murmur. “Sun the scarecrow.” 

Proud of your naming skills, you take the time to properly position Sun in the chair, hoping that the battery will charge properly under the bright afternoon light. As you stand, you pat the scarecrow on the chest. “Please protect my garden for me, Sun. Don’t let the birds eat the seeds and sprouts.”

Turning away and feeling very pleased at your new addition to the garden, you call, “Pluto!” and snap your fingers twice. Your dog shakes dirt off his dappled coppery-brown fur before bounding toward you. The two of you return home, have a peaceful afternoon as you complete the necessary chores and enjoy dinner as the chill of a typical spring night starts to set in.

Late into the night, long after you have gone to bed, the scarecrow opens his eyes. They shine with a soft white light, cutting through the dark. He is deep blue and obsidian, with the night sky embedded into his arms in a soft silver that emanates the faintest light. His head, now devoid of spikes, swivels as he takes in his surroundings. 

This place is unfamiliar to him—to them. It is a relief.

Knowing that there are no immediate dangers to them, he settles back into the chair. He does not know why he has been placed here in the garden, but is sure that his counterpart will find out tomorrow. For now, he will stay on guard but enter low power mode to conserve energy as they have not fully charged, and will leave his exploration of this new territory to tomorrow night. 

He will keep watch until morning.

note: the plan is for this to be a little drabble or mini series whenever I feel inspired to add a new part! it's also a little side project for fun as I work on a larger piece hehe. I'd love to hear what you think about this first part! (especially because there's a second part in the works already ^u^)

series masterlist ✧ part two

[glade-constellation]

SOLAR FLARE - “ Flare ”

“ Never regret thy fall, O Icarus of the fearless flight, For the greatest tragedy of them all, Is never to feel the burning light. ” - Oscar Wilde

Eclipse may be the main character of Starborn, but Solar Flare had such a hold on me that I finished his ref sheet first lmao. I can’t say much about him, as a lot of his backstory and plot line is spoilers, but I will share a few things!

While his full name is Solar Flare, he usually just goes by Flare or SF. Less of a mouthful, and less confusing when differencing between him and Solar. His pronouns are he/him and he’s pansexual.

Flare’s voiceclaim is Jessie James Grelle, specifically his voice for Tokoyami in My Hero Academia (though a little softer).

Flare is a nephilim! His mother was completely human, and he never knew his father. The only thing he knows about his father is that he was an angel.

Flare has a giant fuzzy weighted blanket that he takes everywhere with him. It’s got a galaxy pattern, and is one of the very few things that calms him down when stressed.

He adores birds. Super skilled at mimicking them. Owls are his favorite, specially barn owls, but he wants to own a parrot one day.

(Full reference under cut, CW for heavy scarring!!!)

[hometoursandotherstuff]

Submitted by Iggyazazel: Turned on the laptop this morning to find this gem. I’m so surprised to see that it’s a fairly new build, too, built in 1993. in Colrain, Massachusetts. Oddly, it’s listed for $829K but Zillow says it’s worth $795K (hmph).

Unlike its historic ancestors, it’s open concept, light and bright. Love the floor and open mezzanine.

A beautiful stained glass window is a nod to the past. 

The kitchen is not part of the open floor pan and it’s a large galley style. 

Large powder room with a stained glass window.

Loving this library nook with a cozy fireplace.

This lovely rounded bd. has a ladder to a loft room and double doors to the outer deck. 

Also off this room is a bath with a vintage touch.

I’m assuming that this is the room that the ladder leads up to.

Of the 5 bds., there are these 2 very large ones. This one has built-in shelving plus a partial tile floor.

View of the 1st fl. from the mezzanine.

This is cute- sleeping nooks on the mezzanine.

And, here is a staircase up to the tower.

Isn’t this wonderful? There’s room enough for a sitting area, plus an outside deck. How relaxing.

There’s a matching barn.

Plus another separate home- isn’t this beautiful?

The view from the decks on both homes is stunning.

Also solar power helps reduce the energy costs.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/68-Van-Nuys-Rd-Colrain-MA-01340/56977432_zpid/

[chibinightowl]

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times... 

The lines play on repeat in the back of Jason’s mind as he watches the end of the world unfold around him. Of course, it also begs the question as to why he’s considering it the best of times given the end is nigh. Chaos reigns supreme. There is no law, there is no order. 

There’s nothing and no one with him aside from the utterly unflappable Tim Drake, who continues to type madly into his laptop. The device should have died long ago and Jason wonders what sort of signal it even has given the Earth’s satellites are all useless scraps of space debris now. 

But rather than voicing his concerns, he dutifully holds up the panel for the solar battery the laptop runs on, and makes minute adjustments when Tim asks. 

The laptop will die when the sun goes down. 

Jason has serious doubts as to whether he or Tim will see the dawn. But despite that, he sits with his back pressed against Tim’s and enjoys the warmth emanating from them both. It’s a nice contrast to the cold wind blowing in across the wide expanse of Wayne Manor’s once-manicured lawns. They’re together in the ruined shell of a place they once called home. 

It seems fitting that they meet their ends here. Together. 

The sun is kissing the horizon when the steady click clack of Tim’s fingers against the keyboard stop. “Done,” he says, his voice hoarse from lack of use and water these last few days. 

“Yeah?” Jason replies, his own not sounding that much better. “That mean I can put this thing away?” He lowers the small solar panel as Tim nods.

“We should take cover.”

“Where?” Once upon a time, the Bat Cave might have been one of the most secure places on the planet, but not anymore. If they’re to have a chance at surviving, they need to leave. 

Now. 

“The barn should do.” Tim hauls himself to his feet and stumbles on the uneven stone of the veranda. 

Jason catches hold of his arm, steadying him. “The barn? Are you nuts?”

The grin lighting up Tim’s face is more than a little manic. “Only on bad days.”

“What the hell day is today then?”

“A good day.”

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times...

“Well, in that case, lead the way.” What else can he do but follow? Jason checks his meager supply of ammo while Tim packs up his laptop and the solar battery. 

“Don’t you want to know why?” Tim asks when they start trekking across the ruins of Alfred’s kitchen garden.

“Yeah, but I’m not sure I want to know the answer.”

“I reprogrammed the last defense satellite to crash into the alien mothership when their orbits cross in a few hours.”

Jason’s jaw drops. “I thought those things were all dead.”

“Not quite. This one is WE’s and has a nuclear reactor tucked away in its core.”

“How is it going to get past the ship’s shields?”

Tim’s grin grows downright smug. “The satellite now communicates on the same frequency as the mothership and the drones. It thinks our satellite is now one of its own.”

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times...

“You fucking little genius.” Jason wraps an arm across Tim’s shoulders and hauls him into a loose hug. “If this works, I think I might just kiss you.”

Pink colors Tim’s cheeks. “You can now... If you want to, I mean.”

Jason stops at the top of the rise that overlooks the ruins of Gotham behind them and stares. Over Tim’s shoulder, the sun sinks beneath the horizon, leaving behind a palette of orange, pink, and red. 

It was the worst of times, it was the best of times...

“Yeah, I think I will.”

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Everything the Light Touches (18+) - Chapter Thirteen

Mafia!Bucky x Reader

chapter warnings: language, angst, drinking, unwanted touching/slight non-con (by a certain person. you’ll see)

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Bucky’d had the week from hell. The day you moved in he felt like he was holding his breath until he saw you interact with Alpine after his father left. Then he was being called away by Steve to talk about the situation with your parents and Pierce, a situation namely involved Caden Smith and his burgeoning role in the Pierce family as Alexander’s right hand. 

“Steve I don’t care what the fuck we have to do to keep that fuck head away from her, but Smith is almost as dangerous to her as Pierce and Stinson combined. I don’t want him anywhere near my side of fucking town. You see him anywhere near her you kill him. I don’t give a fuck what it starts, that man will. Not. See. Her,” Bucky’d growled when Steve mentioned how Smith had been sneaking around their side of the city more as if placed on an undercover mission. Bucky had ground his teeth when he heard that Thor had caught Smith lounging around outside The Underworld. Bucky’s memory of the last time he’d seen Caden Smith, knocked out and bloodied outside the Stark Industries gala, brought to mind the words he’d said about you, aka the whole reason Bucky had knocked him out in the first place. Caden Smith may have seemed like a harmless, meager lackey when you first came to town, but that had quickly shifted. 

Bucky had returned home late that night. He’d greeted Alpine when he walked in the door with a couple scratches and treats and as he walked to her room to play with her for a little bit he stopped at the sound of quite sobs and near hyperventilation coming from your room. Bucky’s body seized at the sound but as he approached your door to knock and check on you he heard talking on the other side.

“Wanda what the fuck d-do I do? I can’t run away, someone will find me. I am NOT marrying Liam fucking Stinson but is Bucky really any better?” 

The implications in your wobbling voice that Bucky was as bad as Liam in your eyes cut him to the quick. A sharp stab of hurt and pain slicing at his heart had Bucky removing his hand from the door but also kept him frozen to the spot. Your quieted cries were dampened by another voice lightly cooing and speaking calmly.

“Sweetheart, you know the answer to that. You know that Bucky is a thousand times better than anything your parents and Liam could ever devise. I know he broke your heart. You know he broke your heart. Hell at this point, he knows. But you need to talk to him. Maybe it’ll help you to at least see more clearly why he did what he did…that doesn’t mean you have to like him or love him or ever want to be near him again. Just. Don’t murder the man. The way I see it, he’s your ticket to true freedom.”

That made Bucky step away. In that moment, Bucky began to truly realize the level at which he’d hurt you. Her’d slowly been processing it since the truth had come out at his father’s conference room table not long ago but he’d never truly looked into how he did the opposite of what he had planned to do. Bucky Barnes never wanted to hurt you. It was never in the cards for him. Bucky had been hurt when your parents unveiled the truth behind their plans to him at just nineteen years old. His immediate thought was that you had been involved and knew about what they had planned but there was always a small voice in the back of his mind saying it was bullshit. The voice suspiciously sounded a lot like Steve Rogers but he brushed past that.

Bucky Barnes had loved you with a passion so intense it could dissolve entire solar systems. But he couldn’t tell you that. Not now. Not after how he’d hurt you and been the one to destroy any semblance of a “blissful” future the two of you may have had. And now? Now he had no clue how to make it right.

And so, for the rest of the week Bucky stayed out of your way. At least that’s what he called it. Natasha said he was avoiding the inevitable. Sam said he was being an idiot. Even Steve huffed out a laugh at the latter. Bucky had spent the week going to work early and leaving work late. Going to Steve or Natasha’s after work to just give you time alone. He’d met with his father once to talk over the order he’d given regarding Caden Smith and George had seemed a little uncertain. But after mentioning the words that had come out of Smith’s mouth in regards to George Barnes’ future daughter-in-law he’d conceded almost immediately, grumbling something about ‘nobody talks like that about my daughter’ under his breath as he nodded his head in approval.

When Bucky had found out that you’d be going shopping for wedding dresses with his mother, Pepper and Natasha he’d almost died. His heart was practically galloping, thumping a military tattoo in his chest, but he kept it cool. 

That is, if ‘keeping it cool’ is going to his father and practically begging for his grandmother’s ring back. Ever since he was a teenager, Bucky had plans on proposing to you with the Barnes family ring. It was a family heirloom. And it was always meant to be yours. At eighteen Bucky had taken to carrying it around with him, unsure of when he wanted to propose but always certain it would be you. Now? Bucky knew that the ring belonged to you. Even if this was a sham of a marriage. Even if this was a forced arrangement that would one day end in his heart and soul shattering but yours being set free. It was always yours. Just like his heart.

When he’d asked his father, George’s lips had quirked up and he had gone to the family safe and retrieved the ring that Bucky had returned to him almost a decade ago. When the box landed in Bucky’s hand George had spoken softly and somberly.

“Fix this, son. Before you truly fuck it up beyond repair.”

His father’s words had sat in his head. He’d stewed over them and their silent meaning. Bucky hadn’t seen you in time to give you the ring before dress shopping and he wasn’t sure when the best time would be. Until tonight, when he told you to get dressed for an outing to The Underworld under the guise of ‘being seen’ and ‘keeping up appearances.’ After a conversation on not avoiding each other anymore, he’d given you the ring and then headed to his office to give you space to process everything. It was something that he remembered you liked to do when the two of you used to fight or bring up big topics.

Sitting at his desk, Bucky poured himself two fingers of whiskey and drank deeply as Alpine jumped into his lap for pets. Sam had joked more than once that he always gave off Dr. Evil vibes in his home office with the fluffy white cat making appearances more than she stayed hidden away and the thought of that topic brought the ghost of a smirk to Bucky’s lips. Finishing his drink, Bucky headed to the front door to wait for you. You appeared in his line of sight and promptly took his breath away. 

He wasn’t joking. Looking at you was like a sucker punch to the gut. It felt like all the air had been knocked out of his lungs as he looked you over slowly with a heated gaze. You were more beautiful. More ethereal. More. Fucking. Sexy. And that was a thought that Bucky needed to let go of pronto. When you cleared your voice and spoke the words he hadn’t heard in a decade Bucky truly thought his heart had stopped. That was having a heart attack. But there you were in front of him, ready to go out with him for the first time in a decade and he knew what he wanted. He wanted you. He would always want you. But in order to get you? He needed to gain your trust. Your forgiveness. And he was convinced he’d be willing to work the rest of his life to do so.

Bucky held the door to the car open for you and entered behind you, giving his driver, a young kid new to the family named Peter, a nod and directions to The Underworld before turning his head slightly to look at you. You were looking out the window, twiddling your fingers absentmindedly. Bucky reached his own hand to yours slowly, as if waiting for you to flinch or move away or glare at him for daring to touch you, but you did none of that. You continued looking out the window but Bucky could hear the deep inhale as he placed his hand over yours softly. And for the first time since he gave you the ring Bucky spoke.

“You look beautiful, Y/N.” His voice came out scratchy but delicate, a part of him was afraid that if he spoke to assuredly or too loudly that you’d shatter in front of him and disappear, like the vision he was still terrified you were. Ever since you’d walked through his front door Bucky was slowly becoming convinced that this was all a dream that he’d wake up from one day and you’d be missing from his life yet again. 

Your thanks was silent. Your thanks was in the form of twisting your hand, palm facing his, and squeezing lightly. 

The Underworld was busier than Bucky had seen it in a while. He knew he’d made the right decision of choosing his club to be seen with you for the first time in years. Thor personally led the two of you to the VIP section and Bucky swore his eyes weren’t working right. Because you thanked Thor with a breathy voice and fluttery lashes, a hint of a smile creeping onto your face. And Bucky didn’t like that. He didn’t like that one bit. 

“Thanks, Odinson. Back to the door with you,” he growled in the direction of his man, who in return forced his attention away from you to Bucky with the raise of a brow. Bucky glared in return and Thor walked away with both hands up in mock defense as he walked backwards out of the VIP booth. You whipped your head around to glare at Bucky, your frosty gaze chilling out the heat he’d felt moments ago.

“That was rude. Do you treat all of your staff like that?” You bit out, raising a brown questioningly to Bucky but before he could answer another person was interrupting.

“Oh come on sweetheart, you know Buck. Never knows when to lay off,” Steve Rogers purred from his place next to you. Fucking purred. You grinned up at him and Bucky felt the heat of anger return. Steve was fucking with him, Bucky knew that, but damn if it didn’t hurt him to see you acting like you and Steve had never stopped being friends. He was certain that you’d befriend Sam again before you befriended Steve since the former was left mostly in the dark, but apparently you’d either decided to forgive him or at the very least let him again. Bucky could barely hear the words Steve was saying to you and vice versa over the pounding of his heart in his ears. But he did eventually pick up on the other new voice coming from the VIP entrance. Natasha. 

“Well don’t we look all comfy cozy. Welcome back to the Underworld, Seph. Did Master Hades finally drag you back?” Natasha drawled with a growing teasing grin on her lips and your face seemed to mimic it. And that caused Bucky’s blood to freeze. You seemed more at home here with Natasha and Steve, in the dimly lit atmosphere of The Underworld, than you had in the last week of living in his apartment. And Bucky was going to right that. Before he could speak though, you were being whisked off to find Clint and whatever poison he was mixing up tonight with Natasha on one side and Steve on the other. 

Bucky took a seat at the booth, settling in with a glass of whiskey he poured from his hidden stash as he watched you interact with your former friends. You and Natasha had started getting along a little more in the last week and apparently you had decided to let Steve in too. Maybe a little too much. Because next thing Bucky knew you were throwing your head back in laughter at something Steve had said and you were clutching Steve’s bicep with your small hand, Bucky could see the punk’s eyes shimmering with delight from where he was sitting. And that look on your face? He did not like it. Not one bit.

Bucky knew what that face was. He knew what you were doing. You weren’t talking to Steve like he was your “bestie for ten years.” No. You were looking at Steve Rogers like he was the ‘golden retriever, boy next door, Captain America’ that you’d teased Bucky about all those years ago. 

You. Were. Flirting. 

And Bucky was going to be sick. Or kill someone. Namely Steve because he was flirting back in the way that friends do. But in a way that Bucky was not enjoying one bit. Bucky was in the middle of grinding his teeth and squeezing the table, two seconds from standing up and demanding Steve to step the fuck back, too engrossed in figuring out how to pull Steve away without punching him to see someone slide into the booth next to him. A small hand slipped into Bucky’s lap inching ever closer to the inside of his thighs and a pair of lips attached themselves to his neck, kissing and sucking lightly up to his jaw. And Bucky’s entire body froze.

Megan. Shit. Maybe coming to The Underworld wasn’t the best place for this public outing to happen. 

“Bucky Bear, I’ve missed you. Where’ve you been hiding at, baby?” Megan cooed in his ear before nibbling it and adjusting herself to straddle Bucky’s thigh, her green eyes sparkling as she leaned in to kiss Bucky. At the right moment Bucky ducked out of the way, his brain running a million miles a second with blaring sirens flashing ABORT ABORT ABORT. 

Megan pouted her lips, obviously upset that Bucky was avoiding her kiss and moved to grind her hips on Bucky’s thigh. Bucky quickly deposited Megan off his lap and into the seat next to him as he struggled to take in a calming breath and ran a hand through his hair.

“Baby, what’s wrong? Here, let Megan fix it. My Bucky Bear just needs a wet hot mouth to cum in and it’ll all be better-“ she began moving her hand to Bucky’s zipper and that seemed to snap him out of whatever weird semi-catatonic state he was in. Bucky grabbed Megan’s wrist and held it light enough to not hurt her, but strong enough to show he meant business.

“Let go, Megan. This isn’t happening.”

“What do you mean it’s not happening?” She fluttered those fake lashes up at him and tried to look innocent but it just made Bucky’s stomach roll. You were here. You were here with him, albeit somewhat forced but still. And Bucky was damned if he was gonna let Megan ruin that. He fixed Megan with a glare that he hoped she’d understand as him being serious but apparently it wasn’t good enough. She pursed her lips into a deeper, faker pout and spoke again, “Come on, Barnes. Let me do this for you. Look at you, you’re all tense, I can help with that. We can sneak off to the storage room. Piss off, Romanoff. Like old times.”

Bucky couldn’t handle Megan’s attempt to seduce him and he very much so wanted her off his lap immediately so he said the first thing that came to mind.

“I’m getting married, Megan.”

She froze. Honest to god Bucky thought someone had just pressed pause on the Megan Rollins Show because she didn’t blink or breathe. Until she did. And then Megan was plastering what Bucky guessed was supposed to be a seductive grin on her lips as she ran her pointer finger up and down his jaw line and neck before attempting to sit in his lap yet again.

“Oh baby, that’s okay. I can be your mistress. Every succesful man has one and I doubt whatever shrew you’re marrying could ever possibly bring you to your knees like I ca-“

“Not happening, Megan. This is over. We’re over.” Bucky spoke holding Megan firmly off his lap and away from him, but his eyes were focused on you dancing with Steve and Natasha on the dance floor. And Bucky hated it.

“What do you MEAN we’re over!? I don’t know what’s going through that head of yours but you NEED me, Barnes. ME. Not some whore who can’t keep up with you. ME!” Megan was practically screeching from her place next to him.  But he didn’t want to be here with Megan. He wanted to be out there with you. With his friends. He wanted the whole world to know you were his and more importantly, that he was yours.

Well you’re not gonna be able to do that with Megan clinging onto you and trying to ride you into oblivion dumbass. Fucking MOVE, he thought to himself before sliding out the opposite end of the booth. Megan’s face was taking on a scary shade of beet red due to the rejection and embarrassment she was feeling. But before she could say anything else to piss Bucky off he was making his way to the DJ stand at the head of the dance floor, catching you by surprise by the arm on his way. 

You wriggled in his hold, confusion written all over your face but before you could ask him what he was doing Bucky was grabbing the microphone from the DJ and speaking.

“Welcome everyone to The Underworld. Many of you I’ve seen before and some I haven’t, but I appreciate your patronage. Tonight is a very special night and I’m ordering a round for everyone because I am marrying Y/N/ L/N and there’s nothing that anyone will ever or can ever do about it.”

The words were out before Bucky even realized what he was doing. When he looked at you your eyes were wide and a look akin to fear was flashing through your eyes and Bucky swore his face was probably a reflection of yours. Cause Bucky had just done something pretty stupid. 

He’d just staked his claim in front of the entirety of The Underworld. He’d just outed your ‘relationship’ to the world without a second thought. He’d done so in a place where he knew Pierce was sending spies.  But before he could say anything to you, to apologize discretely, applause broke out across the club as people began flooding Clint and the rest of the bar staff for their free drink. You turned to face him slowly, anger and fear pasted on your face, and if Bucky looked behind you he knew he’d see the same on Steve and Natasha’s as well. But you didn’t say anything. You couldn’t fuss with him. Not in this space where all the attention was going to be on the two of you until you left. So. Bucky whispered in your hair the first thing that came to mind as he slid his arm around your waist to pull you tight against him to allow him to bend down to press a “kiss” into your hair.

“Fuck.”

“My sentiments exactly,” you growled back while hiding behind a broad smile and a glass of champagne that was being handed to you by a well-wishing patron as you dug your nails into Bucky’s arm while trying to look like a loving couple. 

You fucked up, Barnes. Say goodbye to the peace you were hoping for the next couple weeks.

“We’re not exactly looking couple-y…and we might need to convince some people, I’ve got a few disbelieving looks pointed my way” he murmured in your hair and your face turned at breakneck speed to glare at him.

“How exactly do you expect us to look couple-y, James” you hissed under your breath and Bucky took in how your eyes were flashing. Flashing with confusion and maybe a little anger. And then his gaze dropped down to your lips. They parted in a gasp of realization and your eyes widened. 

His eyes wandered back to yours before he whispered, “do you trust me?”

“Not at all,” you breathed, eyes still wide, and Bucky had to hold back a chuckle.

“Trust me, honey. Please. I need you to trust me.”

He watched you take in a breath, close your eyes, and he swore he saw your lips moving as if you were counting to ten. Your lids fluttered as you opened them, lips parting as if to speak but when no words came out you closed them and nodded your head slowly, albeit a little uncertainly.

Giving Bucky enough time to close the gap between the two of you and press his lips to yours.

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Part 3 of 3! The End To This Exciting Origin Story

Where am I, I inquired with the being who'd sent me here, floating in a hauntingly familiar way

But I could tell, for a fact, this was reality, I could see lights and shimmers glitter in the distance.

Looking at my hands outstretched before me, I could see them, even so, it appeared I was no longer made of simple muscle and bone.

It was as if my very form an outline cut in space, through which glinted stars even more brilliant and mesmerizing than the ones laid before me.

My body seemed to flow, clinging to surrounding particles as I move, leaving behind broad streaks of empty space wherever my self touched.

Even in holding humanoid shape, not static, like flowing and dripping in all directions at once, a slow hypnotizing stream unlike anything.

You're just outside the solar system, the beast expressed in a strange low frequency hum.

Interrupting my self reflection, and vibrating within what could be my organs in name only.

You will take the steps laid before, as you have proven capable of, tread lightly Rittle.

Only then may you sleep, the bloated god clawed onto my skin. I will assist, you can handle the rest.

Suddenly with a click, the channel changed, black jets of flame shot out of a large building, people like ants scattered around nervously.

The channel changed, I was overlooking an old junkyard, a bespectacled girl was rummaging through it, after a while she finds a-

The channel changed, a barn was frozen in the moments between and after exploding, a hole punched in space seemingly standing middleman.

Click, a newspaper building, several figures bustle around inside, but before I could read the sign-

Click, an old bridge, two hobos sat fishing side by side, one of them singing an inaudible jest, and-

Click, an unremarkable house, a "Live Laugh Cello" sign hanging above the door, suddenly a loud-

Click, a bar, built into an alley for some reason, it's patrons gathered to celebrate Crimbo it seemed.

Unknown scenes and people flashed before me, none carrying any sort of familiarity I'd come to expect from this world, why do you show me these

I couldn't recognize a single face I saw, nor any one location, where are we, I asked, unable to wait for a response for my previous query. It grinned ryely.

The smart little filly down there is about to find something, something of interest to you.

She will call you, thinking it a fun object of study, she has no idea what it really means,

She will call you, and you will ravage this world until nothing remaines, that will be it.

The door is already ajar, the culminations of your efforts haven't gone to waste little Rittle.

The creature wholly unwilling to pause for an answer from me, spoke with a reverence in its tone I couldn't place, it seemed to need me to have heard it, more than it needed me to understand it.

Now hold on just a minute, what does any of this even mean, the dripping beast simply smiled.

A cheshire impression of malice, my questions unnecessary, frivolous and amusing. I sighed.

Let us do as needed, I outstretched a starry eyed hand, its grin widening, gripping not my hand,

But my arm, in a constrictive bind. Its faces, for lack of a better word, stand inches away from mine

"Do as needed" it spoke, an audible order, before suddenly tossing me by the wrist through space.

To land unceremoniously in a heap upon the floor of some.. workshop? This would have to do.

Looking back at where I'd emerged from, a single cows skull affixed to an antique rodeo bull.

How ironic, this comedy wrenching out of me a laugh that shocked the very walls black.

You're on your own, that's all I can do from here, the voice intimated, before a sudden feeling as if a ringing in my ears had just been cut off. Despite having never noticed it until it'd already vanished.

At its absence, my smirk reemerged, placing itself tight upon my face as if never having left me.

Reeling off the high of my newfound existential joy, I took a moment to properly take in my immediate surroundings, the floor stung cold to the touch,

Several abandoned instruments and cut wires lay strewn across the floor.

A picture frame depicting a spectacled girl and what appeared to be a hobo standing arm in arm.

And on the wall, multiple newspaper clippings tacked amateurly in rows.

"On this day, Simone Chekhov receives a medal made out of solid meat! Due to excellent achievements in robotechtronics, and related fields of study, as brought to you by The Ocean City Watchful Eye"

The author of the clipping had been smudged with time, but no matter.

She would do as needed, perfect, It seems god had been correct.

I laughed the rumbling sounds of a thousand hoof beats, my voice cutting through the air as if my speech were a tangible force upon the wind.

The universe had such a sense of humor didn't it?

END of Part 3! The Origin of Simone's Captor!

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Solar Family Episode #2 (by @avaveevo)

It starts at the beginning of Mark’s basketball game.

Yumyulack: Go Mark! Woo-hoo!

Mark laughs and waves at his boyfriend.

Yumyulack: *sighs lovingly* I love that boy…

Lili: It’s obvious.

At the basketball game, Yumyulack cheers for Mark.

Yumyulack: Woo-hoo! Go Mark! I love ya!

But then, Mark accidentally misses a shot.

Teenager: Hey! That’s the 10th time today! Hey! Get that Moby Dick off the field before he takes off my license plate.

Yumyulack: Hey hey hey hey! Easy man! That’s my boyfriend! Now apologize!

Teenager: Okay. I’m sorry your boyfriend is clumsy blue brain knocks drink out of Yumyulack’s hand jackass!

Yumyulack: Hey! Oh that’s it!

Yumyulack punches the teenager, which shock the crowd.

Mark Melner: Way to go babe!

Brayden: Hey you hit my sister!

Yumyulack: You you mean he’s your brother!

Brody: Hey give her some air!

Yumyulack: You mean give him some air!

Ally: Call an ambulance! She’s in a concussion!

Yumyulack: You mean she’s going into a….

Yumyulack gasp in horror.

Yumyulack: Oops.

Korvo groans in embarrassment and realizes Yumyulack needs help. Later at home, Korvo walks back n forth while being concern over Yumyulack’s behavior.

Korvo: *to himself* Yumyulack has never been like this before. I hope Terry comes home soon.

The next morning, Korvo gets the newspaper and gasps.

Korvo: Oh no! Terry! *runs back inside*

Jesse: What’s going on?

Korvo: TERRY’S BEEN TAKEN!

Yumyulack takes the newspaper and reads it.

Yumyulack: Oh fuck! Terry’s in deep shit!

The News Article says, “Local Employee Alien at Rake Company Reported Kidnapped Last Night”

Korvo: We gotta find him!

Korvo starts breathing in and out.

Yumyulack: Hey. It’s gonna be okay. Terry is one of the bravest people we know!

Jesse: Yeah! I’m sure we’ll find him!

Meanwhile with Terry…

Terry: Ugh… where am I?

???: Hello, Terry.

Terry: Huh?! Who say that?! Show yourself, you crazy fuck!

The figure steps into the light to reveal…Stephen from the Wall?!

Terry: What the fuck? Who are you?!

Stephen: The name’s Stephen.

Terry: Whuh? Dude, what the fuck is your deal?! Why did you kidnap me!

Stephen: Because I want revenge on your son!

Terry: What? What do you mean by…. oh.

A flashback plays of Yumyulack shrinking Stephen while Korvo and Terry hide behind a tree.

Korvo: *sighs* Oh boy… I think he may have gone too far…

Terry: I know, right.

The flashback ends.

Terry: Look, I’m sorry. I’m sure he didn’t-

Stephen: Silence!

Terry gasps.

Stephen: Your son ruined my life! He deserve it!

Terry: No wait! Look, don’t hurt him. None of this is his fault!

Stephen: Yes he did! He shrunk me! U had the perfect life, then I had the perfect popsicle barn and I had Molly. Your son’s fucking wall started a war that killed her!

Terry: Oh god. I am so sorry. I-

Stephen punch’s Terry in the face, who cries out in pain.

Terry: Fuck!

Stephen: Well, who fucking cares?! You’re mine now! *laughs like a crazy psycho*

Meanwhile, the family and Debbie are looking for Terry.

Korvo: Terry! Terry! Terry-bear! Where are you?!

Yumyulack: Terry! Where are you?! Come on, buddy!

Lili: Terry? Where are you?!

Debbie suddenly trips on something.

Debbie: Oh dear. I must’ve hit a bar or something. Let me pick that up.

Debbie picks up a crowbar with Shlorpian blood on it.

Debbie: Oh my goodness! Solars, come look!

Korvo: What? *sees the crowbar and gasps with tears in his eyes* No…

Yumyulack: Holy shit! Someone did took Terry! We gotta hurry or worse!

Lili: But where can we find him?!

Korvo thinks before gasping in realization.

Korvo: I know where he might be! Come on!

Meanwhile with Terry and Stephen… Terry has bruises all over his body.

Terry: Ugh! *tries to stand up by cries as he falls in pain*

Stephen: Get up!

Terry tries to but he can’t because of the pain as he breaks down in tears of pain. Stephen growls and picks Terry up by the neck.

Stephen: Stupid weakling! How hard can it be for you to get up!!

Terry: Fuck…you. *spits blood in Stephen’s face*

Stephen: *gets disgusted* Disgusting whore!

Terry chuckles.

Terry: That’s what you get bitch…

Stephen throws Terry to the ground.

Terry: *cries out in agony as tears fall from his face*

Stephen: Stop crying! I doubt it hurt that much.

Terry continues weeping in pain over his wounds. Then suddenly…

Korvo: *offscreen* TERRY!

Terry gasps when he sees his family.

Terry: K-Korvy? Kids? Debbie?

Stephen growls when he notices Yumyulack.

Yumyulack: *gasp upon seeing Stephen; quietly* Oh no… what have I done? I created a psycho!

Stephen: Heh. It doesn’t matter. *picks up Terry by the neck* Your father is going to die anyway!

Korvo growls in fury and leaps down there while landing on his feet.

Korvo: Get away from him. Now.

Stephen: Make me!

Korvo punches Stephen in the face and picks up an unconscious Terry.

Korvo: Now kids!

Jesse shoots Stephen in the head.

Stephen: GAH

Korvo watches as Stephen falls to the ground. Stephen then groans as he hit his head to the ground and hit his head.

Lili: Damn. That was fucking scary!

Korvo cries as he looks down at Terry.

Korvo: *tearfully* Oh Terry, what had that sick man done to you?!

The family takes Terry home and Korvo lays Terry down on the couch.

Korvo: Don’t worry Terry, we’re gonna make sure you get better.

Terry groans as he opens his eyes.

Terry: K-Korvo?

Korvo: *gasps* Terry-bear!

Korvo showers Terry in kisses in tears of joy gently as the kids smile and hug Terry. The scene then cuts to Terry in his bedroom bandage while eating his dinner in bed.

Korvo: Feeling better?

Terry: Yeah. Thank you for coming to rescue me Korvy.

Korvo kisses Terry on the forehead softly.

Korvo: Anytime my sweet Terrybear…

Korvo and Terry then kiss on the lips.

Korvo: I’m just so happy my hubby is home safe and sound. I promise, if anyone tries to hurt you again, I’ll be there to protect you. Because you’re my Terry and I love you.

Terry smiles tearfully.

Terry: Oh Korvy! *kiss him on the lips*

Korvo pins Terry to the bed.

Korvo: Shall I take your pain away by having lovely sex with you my love.

Terry: Yes please.

The two husbands then sex away while moaning lovingly while Lili covers her ears as she groans walks away.

Lili: Why?!

THE END

[cryptidsurveys]

Wednesday, August 21st, 2024.

What was the last gift you received? I believe it was an assortment of Easter chocolates from my mom.

Ten years ago, who was your best friend? Are you still best friends now? Oliver, and yes, we're still best friends.

What are some of your comfort foods? My comfort foods greatly overlap with my "safe foods," so things like oatmeal, yogurt bowls, mixed veggies with sriracha sauce, and giant salads.

What’s something that’s very popular, that you have no interest in? Superhero movies. <- Same. In general, I feel like I'm out of the loop when it comes to popular things. Even niche popular things, tbh. I will occasionally catch a reference, but that's about it. I very much have my own little realm of interests.

What’s something that many people would consider to be lame, but you don’t? I don't think many people would consider these things lame, but maybe they just aren't as interested in them as I am. Subjects such as history, philosophy, religion, outer space, sci-fi, conspiracies, etc.

Have you ever lost your house key? I probably have at some point.

How would you describe your clothing style? Dangerously bordering on pajamas. ;D

The last time you were in a line, what were you waiting for? Snacks at the movie theater.

What’s your favorite city in your own country? I'm not much of a city person (I much prefer woodsy, rural, mountainous areas), but as far as places I've visited, San Francisco.

What’s your favorite city in another country? I've never been to another country before, but I could actually see myself enjoying a trip to Tokyo, Japan. For some reason, that city just feels…different.

Are there any very common foods/drinks that you pretty much never consume? Soda, plain milk, seafood, hot dogs, sushi…

What kind of device are you taking this survey on? A desktop computer.

What’s the most expensive thing you own? My car.

When was the last time you had a package delivered, and what was it? I think it was some solar-powered string lights. I've been meaning to hang them up around the window in my bedroom; I've just been too lazy or distracted to bother.

Do you typically respond to text messages right away? Not unless they require an immediate response (such as being called in to the shelter). Otherwise, I have a tendency to procrastinate.

What has been the highlight of this past month? Animal shelter stuff, the kitten saga (I don't know if I've mentioned it here yet, but we found his home! <3), going to a movie with my mom, and all the rain we've been getting.

Has anyone ever assumed you were flirting with them, when you weren’t? I guess it's possible.

What types of stores do you enjoy browsing? Walmart, Big Lots, thrift stores, Barnes & Noble…basically anywhere with books or inexpensive home goods/clothing.

Did your parents spoil you when you were a kid? We were comfortably middle class, but I wouldn't say I was spoiled.

Would you rather watch a movie in the theater, or at home? I've actually been enjoying watching them in theaters these days.

What were you doing one hour ago? I was in therapy.

Have you ever used public transportation to get to work? I haven't.

What do you miss the most from before Covid times? This isn't specifically related to Covid, but I do miss when things weren't so tense and divisive.

What has been the best thing to happen to you in the past year? I've said it so many times now that I'm even starting to annoy myself. ;D

Who do you have listed as emergency contacts in your phone? I don't have anyone listed as an emergency contact. But the only people I have programmed in there at all are my mom and dad, so hopefully someone will get the picture.

Are you prone to jealousy? Less so than in the past, but still to some degree. I think I'm just better at recognizing it now and reacting appropriately.

How did you get through the lowest point in your life? I just…survived, I guess. Like literally - that's it. I dearly wished for death, but my body simply refused to give up. But life doesn't stay static forever, so things eventually improved enough to allow for more than mere survival.

Have you ever been someone’s first love? Yeah.

Have you ever played frisbee golf? Yeah.

What is your favorite silly, feel-good movie? I don't have one.

How old were you when you got your first gaming console, and what kind was it? I think my parents already had the original Nintendo when I was born, so I'll go with the N64, which I think we got for Xmas when I was around 6-7?

Who in your family has the coolest job? My parents are both retired. Last I knew, my sibling wasn't working. I guess I'm the only one who is sort of working, even if it is on a volunteer basis. I think working at an animal shelter is pretty darn cool, though, not gonna lie.

Is cereal technically a soup? I saw somewhere that a vanilla soy latte is basically a three bean soup. ;D

Have you found your first gray hairs yet. Yeah.

What is something that drains your energy really quickly? Negative social interactions (when people are really angry, grumpy, etc). On the flipside, positive social interactions can supercharge me.

Did you parents teach you how to make a budget before you moved out on your own? I haven't moved out on my own yet.

What is your favorite food to put gravy on? Mashed potatoes, turkey, stuffing…basically, a classic Thanksgiving dinner.

Do you know anyone from Canada? No.

What’s your opinion on astrology? Love any opportunity to blame some bullshit on """the stars""".

Do you use TikTok? No.

What do you have going on the rest of the day? I'm going to make some art after this, then have lunch, then housecleaning, then…idk, we'll see how this headache is holding up by then.

[a-star-aquarium]

Fun Facts about Astarium

because I have thoughts

I know I've defined their abilities as literally being stars, but it's actually more or less just Solar energy and light! As I've mentioned, the star like freckles they have do light up when using their abilities (or, when their very excited) but this also results in their face radiating an extreme amount of heat---If you all were astronomy nerds like I was, you might know a lot about this! While they are not actual stars, they do contain the same solar energy their magic does, ergo the rise in temperature!

The long hair they gain when taking the role of the devil is a dead giveaway that it's the major arcana, and not Astarium themselves! They actually hate having long hair because they often live in warm areas and it causes their hair sticking to skin, which just results in sensory overload for them.

Whereas Atlas got top surgery, Astarium has not, their just part of the IBTC (itty-bitty-titty committee) and honestly, they enjoy it

They're actually decently curvy, kind of like the pear-shape body type, though they remain to have a bit of chub on their stomach (because I do, and I think it's cute)

Adding on, they're pierced in a lot of places (they did it themselves) including bridge, septum, tongue, naval, labia (yes, it was hard to do-), and horizontal nipple piercings.

They adore wearing funky earrings and they heavily enjoy making them! (they've made Nadia a couple pairs as well)

They found gylfie (the barn owl) as a teen while on trip in the woods where Muriel lives! she was abandoned by her mother in a tree and Asta fell several times trying to retrieve her

They have an obsession with insects (though they fear arachnids) and their favorite is jewel scarabs!

[modernbarndo]

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