#dawn ortiz

[kald-dal-art]

Remember when I made ILITW/Until Dawn crossover art, fun times. So why not revisit this AU with slightly better drawing skills this time around.

Also have watched a lot of Until Dawn let’s plays lately as well so that was part of it.

[wannabecatwriter]

I don't wanna be like you

It seems like you outrun me every time

I want to be you

Why can't I erase you from my mind

♪♫♪

[hungryfictions]

in 2023 i am collecting book covers like so many colorful candies. all the info for these titles can be found on my goodreads acct :-)

[holylulusworld]

Rescue you - Flufftober 23

Summary: When your ex comes to town, Jax sees red.

Pairing: Jax Teller x fem!Reader

Characters: Clay Morrow, Wayne Unser, Harry "Opie" Winston, Juice Ortiz, Tig Trager

Warnings: angst, mentions of a past abusive relationship, protective Jax, angry Jax, light violence against the reader, implied character’s death, fluff, hurt & comfort, blood

A/N: I didn't name her ex. You can imagine any guy. I imagined Brock Rumlow because he's hot and a bad guy. 😳 I'm a visual writer and need to imagine a face.

Trope: Rescue romance

Idea by: @dawn-petrichor-world

Kinktober vs Flufftober 2023

The day you met Jax Teller changed your opinion about men.

Until then, you believed every man is like your ex. Angry, loud, and thoughtless.

Jax is different. He’s rough around the edges, strong, wild, and yes, dangerous. But with you, he’s gentle and kind. You never felt safer than in his arms.

In those fleeting moments, you can spend alone, he dreams of another life. A life without violence, and maybe, children running around the house.

Your boyfriend is not a man of many words. He shows you his feelings with soft touches and small gestures.

The tea he brews for you every morning before you must go to work. A soft kiss goodnight. Or the way he hugs you. All these small gestures tell you Jax Teller loves you.

You believe in him, and his love. Jax will never hurt you or leave you for some other girl. He promised to love and protect you for the rest of his life.

Today, you must believe in his love, and hang on. If only you can hang on and wait for Jax to find out what happened to you…

Four hours earlier, …

“Bye, have a great weekend,” you wave at your colleagues from the library. They return the gesture and wish you a great weekend too.

You yawn as you make your way toward your car. Only a few more minutes apart you from meeting up with your boyfriend.

“Look what I finally found.”

You freeze. That voice.

How you wished to never hear his voice again. You lived in a bubble for the better of two years. Your relationship with Jax is going steady, and your past is only a few burned pictures, and torn memories you refuse to talk about.

“No. You can’t be here,” you shake your head as you look at your ex. He smirks darkly at your reaction. Your hands tremble and your eyes sting with tears. “What a pity he didn’t pick you up today, huh? Every Friday night your fine boyfriend has something better today than bringing his girl home.”

“What do you want here? You can’t be here.” You take a step back, and another as your heart hammers in your chest. “Please just leave me alone.”

“I’m here to get my girl back,” he looks over your shoulder, checking if anyone is watching you. “I can’t just let you go, can I?”

“You had fling after fling,” you sneer when he tries to touch your cheek. Slapping his hand away you glare at him. “What do you really want?”

“I can’t have my girl run around with that bastard. Jax Teller, Y/N? Really?” He scoffs when you look around the area for help. “No one is coming for your aid, babe. We can do this the easy way, or the hard way.”

“Fuck you!” Your head snaps to the left when his hand slaps your cheek hard. You gasp, and press your hand to your cheek, fighting the tears wanting to break free. If you cry now, he’ll know how scared you are.

He grabs your arm, tugging harshly. “You will come with me and shut your mouth. After I’m done with the chapter of the sons in this shitshow of a town, you can thank me by being very nice to me…”

Now, the clubhouse, …

“Where is she? What can you tell me?” Jax nervously runs his fingers through his hair. “Juice, you need to do your thing…trace her phone or shit.”

“Jax, you need to calm the fuck down,” Clay tries to calm Jax. One of them got kidnapped, an old lady. He’s furious and ready to rip anyone apart. “We will find your old lady.”

“She left the library four hours ago, Clay! Four fucking hours!” Jax kicks a chair out of his way. “If anyone touched one hair on her head, I’ll kill them…I’ll kill them all.”

“We talked to her colleagues and the owner of the shop across the street. Her colleagues didn’t see shit. Y/N left the library wished them a nice weekend and walked toward her car,” Tig grunts.

“Yeah, they didn’t even want to talk to us because you scared the shit out of them,” Opie bites back. “Anyways,” he clears his throat as he looks at Jax. Opie can see the fear in his friend’s eyes, and it breaks his heart a little. “The old geezer across the street said, that there was a guy and a girl. The guy hit the girl, and that was when he called the cops.”

“We checked the cameras from the stores nearby,” Unser tries to get Jax’s attention. “One of them captured the car of the bastard. We got a license plate and a name.”

“We’ve got a name?” Jax grabs Unser by his collar. “What are we waiting for then? You had a name for how long?”

“Twenty minutes, Jax,” the sheriff grunts. “I’m not an idiot, and I like the girl.”

“Who is he? Who dared to raise his hand against my girl?” Jax is out of it. He’s ready to rip the sheriff apart, limp by limp if he doesn’t get answers soon. “Tell me his name, UNSER!”

Unser yells your ex’s name, making Jax gasp. You told him about what happened with the man you dated before him. “We need to find them!”

“Jax, calm down! We are on it! Juice is on it,” Clay tries to calm your boyfriend down again.

“I try to hack her service provider to find out about her last location. Give me more time,” Juice tries his best to remain calm. He’s used to working under pressure. But these are exceptional circumstances. “Just one more minute…“

You try not to think about what will happen if Jax doesn’t find you. Your ex was taunting you over the last hours, telling you how much he will enjoy watching Jax despair when he finds your broken body.

Taking deep breaths, you try to remember all the times Jax told you how much he loves you, or how he asked you to go for a ride with him for the first time.

The silence is deafening, and worse than your ex yelling at you. It takes a toll on you, as it feels like seconds turn into hours.

You hide your face in the palms of your hands, silently crying as you fear that you’ll never see Jax again.

“Where is she?” someone yells loud enough for you to hear. “I’ll kill you!” Gunshots hit the wall, and you scream as one of the bullets breaks through the door and hits the wall next to you.

“Y/N! BABY! Where are you!” It’s Jax. Jax found you!

“HERE!” You scream his name. “I’M HERE!”

“BABY!”

The door flings open, revealing a beyond-worried Jax. His face is covered in bruises, and blood covers to his knuckles, but all you can think about is that he's here.

He tugs his gun away as you run toward him to throw yourself into his arms. “I knew you’ll find me…I just knew…” He breathes you in. "I knew it..."

“Did he hurt you? Did he touch you, baby?”

“No…I mean he hit me but…no…I…you’re here,” you cry into his chest. “You’re…here…”

"I told you," he kisses the crown of your hair, "I'll burn the world for you and kill anyone hurting my girl..."

Tags in reblog.

[drdemonprince]

please please please yall read books like Debt: the First 5000 Years by Graeber and Dawn of Everything by Wengrow & Graeber and An Indigenous People's History of the United States by Dunbar Ortiz. once you understand the sheer diversity of human history a little bit better, and understand fully that the united states is a stitched together blanket of stolen individual properties painted with blood by roving settler militias, you will see why this country is not redeemable or reformable, and why states like Israel are not as well.

i used to believe in electoral politics too. but once youre really about abolition, global decolonization, and land back as fundamental cornerstones of your politics you will not be willing to sacrifice the wellbeing of Black and brown peoples worldwide for tiny table scraps like a rainbow flag on a cop car.

having a democratic politician in office IS having a rainbow flag on a cop car, and the cop car is the united states military. if seeing that feel-good symbol plastered on a tool of mass genocide makes you feel any safer then you were never the person the guns were aimed at in the first place. do you care about the people still staring at the barrel of the gun? or are you satisfied to sacrifice their lives for your own short-term emotional comfort?

[glorious-spoon]

9-1-1 Season 7 Post-Mortem

Mostly because I want to put my thoughts in order. Full disclosure: I'm really not thrilled with a lot of the choices this season made, but I'm also not at the 'fuck this show I hate it now' level either. The primary, overarching issue, IMO, is that they tried to stuff a full season's worth of plot into ten episodes, and the pacing and emotional continuity suffered badly. And also there were some writing choices that were simply deranged (and hopefully would have been reworked had they not been laying down the tracks in front of the speeding train, so to speak).

(Cut for me rambling at length)

So: Bobby and Athena were largely really solidly written. The cruise ship disaster was great: campy and OTT, but in a fun way. Their marital issues and the eventual resolution felt like a natural continuation of issues they've had in the past. Bobby Begins 3.0 was a great episode other than the cartel element, which was some ill-considered racial stereotyping (I've said it before and I'll say it again: you could have had the antagonists in that episode be a bunch of angry locals threatening people for tresspassing on their property, and the whole thing would have been 100% less gross without actually changing much of the plot. Really felt like Tim was cribbing from the similar Lone Star arc, which was also lazy and racist). Amir was a fantastic character, and while I could have done without that last scene of him offering Bobby absolution, I feel like he was generally allowed to be both gracious and rightfully angry. The cop Athena stuff in the finale was... less great, but also to be expected. I would have liked much less of that and much more time spent at Bobby's bedside.

(I'm really sad about the house fire mostly because that was one of my favorite sets, but I do appreciate the poetry of the parallel, with Bobby actually managing to get his wife out this time. Though I do wonder where Harry was that night, lmao.)

Hen was similarly wonderful. I really liked getting to see her wrestle with the responsibility of being captain, and the fallout of the car accident scene. In a vacuum, I actually like Ortiz as a villain - a complicated one, with sympathetic motivations, but still ostentatiously cruel. Were it not for the fact that there are basically NO latine characters other than Eddie who aren't villains this season, it would have been great. ALAS.

Did not love the rescue dog/foster child parallel with Mara. Otherwise really loved getting to see her settle in with the Wilsons, and I'm really glad that we got to see Chim and Maddie take her in instead of leaving her at the group home by the end of the season. Really leaned into the found family element, and Chim taking care of his best friend's child in the same way that Mrs. Lee did for him.

CHIM! Chim my beloved. 'There Goes The Groom' is the one episode that I have basically no issues with at all. The hallucinatory trip through Los Angeles, wrestling with Doug's ghost, was gorgeous. Bringing back Kevin - also gorgeous. I loved that we see the Lees explicitly framed as his real family (and am spitefully glad that his bio dad was nowhere to be found. Fuck that guy.) Kenny continues to be, IMO, the best actor on this show. He killed it. We need so many more Chim-centric episodes, because they're always SO good. He can make both humor and pathos feel so natural and human. Give us more Chim!

And of course on to Buck's bisexual arc, which was... so painfully Buck, lmao. Full disclosure: I have a lot of trouble rewatching 7x04 and 7x05 because the secondhand embarrassment is just too much for me, but objectively it feels very right and in character for him. LOVED the first kiss scene, with his dawning realization of what's about to happen and his softly stunned joy afterward. His coming out scenes with both Maddie and Eddie were lovely and perfectly appropriate to both relationships. I really liked him taking the initiative to reach out to Tommy to apologize and ask for a second chance after he fucked up their first date. Loved Tommy showing up at the hospital after what was clearly a long, miserable shift.

Their date in the finale didn't really land for me mostly because of where it was placed in the episode; if they did something with the two of them after Buck spent the entire day at Bobby's bedside waiting to see if he was going to live, it would have felt a lot more natural to me to have them exhaustedly eating takeout on the couch or something instead of having a formal sit-down date with wine and place settings. Intentionally or not, that made it feel like they're still on Date Behavior with each other and despite some gestures toward emotional vulnerability, they're not quite there yet - as seen by Buck steering the conversation back to flirting and innuendo. My overall feeling on the relationship at this point is that it's cute, but I'm not seeing any real depth of feeling between them yet.

Buck and Eddie on the other hand - look, despite my many MANY issues with Eddie's plot this season, I loved how his relationship with Buck was written. I love the intimacy and familiarity of how they are together, I loved the way Eddie let himself lean on Buck, I loved how Buck is clearly positioned as an integral part of the Diaz family.

Unfortunately, that's really the only thing I loved about Eddie's plot this season. His relationship with Marisol was ultimately pointless; she was never fleshed out enough to feel like a real character, and we never even see the fallout of Eddie's cheating with regard to her; it's all Chris. The Kim stuff strained credulity, and also I never felt like he got any kind of emotional catharsis or resolution through it; he still hasn't really confronted any of his issues about Shannon, about their marriage and how it ended. That whole arc felt really wobbly in terms of tone, as well: using plot elements of a very famous psychological thriller without actually acknowledging any of the creepiness of it. I would have liked it to lean into that more especially with the scene where Kim dresses up as Shannon, an objectively creepy and unhinged thing to do.

The Diaz parents handled the Chris thing in a selfish and opportunistic way that felt both disappointing and inevitable. Hopefully that's going to be a hook for the next season and Eddie actually confronting them, but overall Eddie's plot this season really felt like they just tossed a bunch of balls up in the air and mostly failed to catch them.

Gerrard - look, I'm not that worried about Gerrard. I could have done without him, but ultimately he's going to stick around just long enough to make his inevitable defeat satisfying. At least, that's my hope.

[drakoneve]

Destined Meetings

request: Hey, do you think you could write something where the reader is related to tig somehow, and they're in charming for work or college and they start a relationship with juice? Cute and a little angsty at first?

pairing: Juice Ortiz x Trager!Reader

word count: 1.9k

warnings: club crimes, reader's mom isn't the best + suggested childhood trauma, alcohol and drug (maryj) use

a/n: there will be another part for sure, but i might make this a bit of a mini-series, lmk what you think. happy reading!

Tig hardly ever talked about it, but he'd been married once. He would rather die than ever admit he loved anyone but Dawn and Fawn, but he loved her. And you, his sweet, sweet Y/n.

His heart clenched at the thought of you. You were only two years old at the time of the accident. The day your mother decided she had had enough of Tig and the life he came with and that she needed to run.

It was that day, when your mother pulled out of Charming and never looked back. She only made it two towns over before she took a reckless turn right off an overpass into oncoming traffic.

Tig could remember the look on Unser's face as he approached the older man in the TM parking lot like yesterday, and how he wished he could go back and convince your mom not to go. Or to leave you, at least.

Unser had just began working with the club back then, and this case in particular had always stuck with him. A woman trying to escape her outlaw husband with their baby daughter who ends up getting into a horrific accident that ends up killing them both? One of the saddest stories Unser had ever heard.

Except for the fact none of it was true.

Because there you stood, alive and well, right in front of the Chief's desk.

"I know it sounds crazy," you shake your head, hopeful look on your face. "I wouldn't believe it either, actually. And I don't really have any proof other than my memories, but I'm sure it's him."

The aging polaroid in you had provided him of a much younger Tig and a woman he recognizes to be your mother back when she was pregnant with you.

"No, no," he waves your worries away. "I believe you. In fact, I remember your mother, vaguely, and you look a lot like her."

You grimace. "Yeah, I've been told a few times. So do you know where I can find Alexander?"

Chief Unser pulls a pen from his shirt pocket and begins writing on a slip of paper on his desk. "This is the address of the Teller-Morrow, the automotive shop your dad works at. I would take you there myself, but I'm swamped here."

"Oh, it's no issue," you shrug and take the slip of paper. "I can get there myself. Thank you for everything, though."

You turn and begin to leave when Unser calls for you to stop.

"I forgot to mention, your dad goes by 'Tig.'"

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Juice stretched out his arms and popped his neck while he wiped his hands with a rag. Two weeks of waiting for one part was finally over, and he could get this damn Taurus out of the shop. He tossed the rag into his toolbox when a sleek black car comes rumbling into the lot.

He leaves the garage to get a closer look and notices the car is actually a classic, a well taken care of (or well restored) '69 Chevy. While he admires the car he notices you, too.

Your hair is partly clipped back, with enough loose enough to frame your face in a casual look. You're pretty, and admittedly he'd be more distracted by you but Juice can tell by the look on your face you're nervous. Juice would know, it's a look he's had to learn to hide.

By sight and sound nothing seemed to be wrong with your car, and Juice can't help but wonder why you're here.

You shut the engine off and exit your vehicle, all the while silently composing yourself. Heart thudding in your chest, you wonder if you're doing the right thing.

Juice takes the moment you shut the door to approach further.

"Hello," he greets politely, friendly smile on his face. "I'm Juice, and I'll be taking care of you today. What seems to be the problem?"

"Oh, no," you shake your head and laugh nervously. "Nothing's wrong with her. I'm actually-"

You pause, close your eyes for a second and bite the inside of your bottom lip. Juice can't help but watch you fondly, finding you oddly adorable.

Finally you open your eyes and flash a bright, genuine smile.

Damn, I'm made, he thinks.

"This is gonna sound completely insane," you explain, nervously clasping your hands together. "But, um, I'm looking for Alexa- well, no, Tig, Tig Trager."

Juice raises his brows. "Tig? Uh, I don't know if now's the best time."

It's true, he's currently in Oakland with Jax and Chibs on quick business.

"Look, I know it's inconvenient and you don't know me," you plead. You're closer now and Juice can smell your sweet perfume and practically feel your hopefulness. "But until a couple months ago I had no idea my dad was even alive. And then I found out I was here for weeks before realizing he's here, too."

Your dad? There has to be a story there. Juice raises his hands to either side of your arms, holding you still in hopes to assure you.

"It's okay," he says sternly, but in an endearing way. "Tig's not here right now but he should be soon, so let's head on inside and you can tell me a little bit about you. Just to be sure, no offense."

You smile, relieved to be believed to some extent rather than none. "Thank you, Juice. Thank you."

Juice leads you into the Teller-Morrow through the garage entrance into the larger building. From what you could see on the outside you wouldn't have imagined such a spacious clubhouse inside.

Inside were several pool tables, a couch with mini pieces about, a bar with stools, and other tables each with their own set of chairs. Decorations littered the walls and floors and you laughed to yourself as you noted a nearly full ashtray on almost every surface and a wall completely dedicated to mugshots.

Juice leads you to the bar where he gestures for you to sit as he makes his way around. You slip onto a stool and watch patiently as Juice finds two glasses and turns to you.

"What's your preference?"

You shrug, "Whatever, I'm not partial. On the rocks, though."

He serves you and pours his own drink before setting the bottle down and leaning on the bar on his elbows in front of you.

"So tell me about you," Juice presses softly. He can tell by your fingers circling the rim of your glass that you're not excited for this conversation but he has no choice. "You said you've been here for a few weeks, where'd you live before?"

"Nevada, mostly," you tell him before sipping on your drink. "My mother moved us around a couple times and we lived in Colorado for a while before eventually settling in Sparks."

"Why'd you guys move around?"

You drain the rest of your drink quickly in hopes it'll support you through this conversation. Juice begins to refill your glass without being asked.

"I didn't know it then, but my mom was running from the Sons," you confess.

Juice's eyes widen slightly as he looked you over. What could you know about the club? They were notorious around Charming sure, but with their recent run ins with the ATF has the club struggling and making choices they wouldn't normally make.

You continue, "It wasn't until I graduated high school and I left that she told me my dad was actually alive. Then she told me about the Sons of Anarchy, and everything else I did on my own."

Juice nods, unsure of what to say. He nurses his drink for a moment before reaching for your hand.

"This life is complicated, but we're a family here."

The gesture, simple as it is, riles up all the pent up feelings you've mastered all your life comes rushing forward as tears brim your eyes.

"Family," you repeat and pull your hand from Juice to wipe your tears. "What a weird concept?"

The two of you talk well into the evening and you end up migrating to the couch with a bottle and a large bowl of buttery popcorn. Juice made good company. He's genuine, gunny, and from the way he talks you can tell the Sons are something special to him.

He tells you about himself in turn for the vulnerable information you've given him. You learn he was born and raised in New York before coming to Charming, and he has a little sister behind in the city. Juice tells you he works in the TM garage alongside what he does for the club.

"I'm not stupid," you tell him once you notice his hesitance. "It's not hard to find information on the club from the locals around here."

He chuckles softly, "Yeah, I'm sure. If you have any questions, you can ask me."

Before you can the rumbling of bikes coming into the TM parking lot distracts you. Instinctively you grabbed Juice's hand, but let go just as fast as you'd grabbed him. Luckily before he can say anything the door bursts open and income more Sons.

The first is a younger blond man with piercing blue eyes and you notice the President patch on his left. He greets Juice happily before his eyes look to you, and he looks confused but seemingly brushes it off and goes to the bar.

Your dad walks in near arm in arm with another handsome man with scarred cheeks, obviously older than he is in the polaroid you own, but otherwise he seems the same. Its as if he can feel your gaze as he turns to meet his blue eyes to your own.

You stand, trying to ignore the thumping of your heart in your chest. "Hi, Tig," you greet, silently cursing the waver in your voice. Immediately the polaroid is out of your back pocket and in your hand. "My name's Y/n, and my mom's Y/m/n."

He takes the polaroid from you without a word and holds it carefully in his hands. His friend has stepped away towards Juice, likely for questioning.

"I saw Unser earlier today," you continue on. "He told me that I have a grave here in Charming, so does mom. Funny, considering she always told me you were the dead one."

You take a shaky breath in, trying to keep from bursting into tears. "I just... I wanted you to know I'm not dead, very much alive. I don't, like, expect anything from you I just knew I had to say something."

Tig finally breaks away from the polaroid to meet your eyes again, and it makes you feel a bit better to see his blue eyes are as tear filled as your own.

He raises one hand to cup your cheek, thumb moving to wipe your tears. "Losing you was the worst pain of my life," he admits softly.

His words crumble your resolve, the walls you'd spent your adolescence building to protect yourself fell faster than they were constructed. You practically fall into his arms, and the two of you break down as you hold each other.

As you sob into Tig's chest he merely cradles you the way he wishes he'd been able to all these years. The way he deserved to have been there for you. He holds you tight against him like he's afraid you'll dissipate and it'll be decades before he sees you again.

"We're gonna be okay, baby," he tells you. "We're gonna be okay."

This time, he's not going to be letting you go so easy.

[gentlebeardsbarngrill]

01/26/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; Renew As A Crew/Hoist The Ads; Cast & Crew Sightings; Queerties; Twitter Watch parties; Articles; Reasons to keep fighting; Love Notes; Daily Darby/Tonights Taika;

== Renew As A Crew / Hoist The Ads ==

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==Cast & Crew Sightings==

While the sighting hasn't occurred yet... looks like Vico Ortiz, Nathan Foad, and Con O'Neill will all be attending Galaxy Con in San Jose on August 16-18, 2024 at the San Jose Mcenery Convention Center. Tickets available now. Src: _irene_adler on IG

One thing to note.. Chaos dad has been pretty consistent about reaching out every 3 days-ish lately.. I'm interested to see if tomorrow he shows up again. Just a theory.

== Queerties ==

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==Twitter Watch Parties==

Sadly, today #PirateOmens came to an end, but our friend @dandeebakes is already fast at work getting other cool Watch parties together! Please send them some love!

=HuntForThePirateHome=

HuntForThePirateHome Watch Party Starts Sunday Jan 28 at 3 PM EST, 12 PT, 8 PM GMT. Hashtags for that event are:

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Thank you to @blueberreads for catching these trends on twitter during the Pirate Omens watch, definitely kept engagement up.

==LubeAsACrew==

#LubeAsACrew is back on 1/31/24 at 4PM PT, 1PM ET. Next up are S1 Episodes 5, 6, 7.

== How To Help ==

How To Help Save OFMD Task List - US How to Help Save OFMD Task List - Outside US

==Articles==

15 Things We’ll Miss About ‘Our Flag Means Death’

2024’s Canceled Shows, for Your Final Consideration

Relisting The Guardian's article from yesterday because they've opened comments, and it can help with engagement so feel free to comment on it now!

Also, @itsmfgames Has been kind enough to be keeping up a running list of Articles about the campaigns -- so if you have the time and want to go catch up on some articles, please checkout the guide below and visit this google doc for the list! It's been added to the Daily Renewal List for both US and Outside-US, so feel free to check it out there as needed.

== Reasons to Keep Fighting ==

Throwing in some great points from our tumblr folks regarding the cancellation that really helped me feel pumped today.

@celluloidbroomcloset's Our Flag Means Death was cancelled because it’s gay.

@queerly-autistic's break down on why Not All Fan Campaigns Are The Same.

@saltpepperbeard's reasoning for Clinging Onto Hope

@tulipseason's lovely reasons The Show Is Irreplaceable

== Love Notes ==

Alright lovelies. I have so many words to say about how great you all are, how much I love you (and I'm sure you're tired of hearing them), but I went back to work today after 7 days of being sick and now my brain is mush. So instead I'm going to put the text of one of my son's books in here because I think every one of us should feel loved like we were when we were 5.

On The Night You Were Born - By Nancy Tillman On the night you were born, the moon smiled with such wonder that the stars peeked in to see you and the night wind whispered, “Life will never be the same.” Because there had never been anyone like you… ever in the world. So enchanted with you were the wind and the rain, that they whispered the sound of your wonderful name. It sailed through the farmland High on the breeze… Over the ocean… And through the trees… Until everyone heard it and everyone knew of the one and only ever you. Not once had there been such eyes, such a nose, such silly, wiggly, wonderful toes. When the polar bears heard, they danced until dawn. From faraway places, the geese flew home. The moon stayed up until morning next day. And none of the ladybugs flew away. So whenever you doubt just how special you are and you wonder who loves you, how much and how far,  Listen for geese honking high in the sky. (They’re singing a song to remember you by.) Or notice the bears asleep at the zoo. (It’s because they’ve been dancing all night for you!) Or drift off to sleep to the sound of the wind. (Listen closely… it’s whispering your name again!) If the moon stays up until morning one day, or a ladybug lands and decides to stay, or a little bird sits at your window awhile, it’s because they’re all hoping to see you smile… For never before in story or rhyme (not even once upon a time) has the world ever known a you, my friend, and it never will, not ever again… Heaven blew every trumpet And played every horn On the wonderful, marvelous Night you were born

== Daily Darby / Tonights Taika ==

The gifs today are courtesy of our lovely @ofmd-ann who blesses us every day with gifs that make me swoon. Darby / Taika

Warning to all you gif makers, I'm gonna be bugging the crap out of you soon for permission to share on these recaps :P -- feel free to say no!

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Welcome to the AO3 Batfamily Rarepairs Bracket!

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We've pitted your submitted romantic rare pairings including at least one Batfamily member against each other to see who will win.

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We searched AO3 for romantic/sexual ships that include at least one Batfamily member and have between 10 to 30 works. Matchups were decided at random.

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Pairings

Round 1

Tim Drake/Cullen Row vs Barbara Gordon/Ted Kord

Tim Drake/Jason Todd/Bruce Wayne vs Tim Drake/Dick Grayson/Damian Wayne

Stephanie Brown/Cassandra Cain/Harper Row vs Harvey Dent/Selina Kyle/Bruce Wayne

John Constantine/Dick Grayson vs Dick Grayson/Hank Hall

Eddie Bloomberg/Jason Todd vs Catherine Todd/Bruce Wayne

Dick Grayson/Raptor vs Kyle Rayner/Jason Todd/Donna Troy

Kate Kane/Kara Zor-El vs Tim Drake/Lonnie Machin

Dick Grayson/Grant Wilson vs Tim Drake/Jonathan Samuel Kent

Round 2

Duke Thomas/Damian Wayne vs Stephanie Brown/Barbara Gordon

Diana (Wonder Woman)/Dick Grayson vs Roland Desmond/Dick Grayson

Essence/Jason Todd vs Cassandra Cain/Brenda Miller

Stephanie Brown/Cassie Sandsmark vs Joker/Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne

Dick Grayson/Bruce Wayne/Slade Wilson vs Diana (Wonder Woman)/Jason Todd

Karen Starr | Kara Zor-L/Helena Wayne vs Artemis Crock/Dick Grayson/Wally West/Zatanna Zatara

Jim Gordon/Jason Todd vs Dick Grayson/Shawn Tsang

Stephanie Brown/Cassandra Cain/Tim Drake vs Dick Grayson/Joker

Round 3

Jean-Paul Valley/Tim Drake vs Cassandra Cain/Damian Wayne

Kate Kane/Selina Kyle vs Apollo/Dick Grayson

Dawn Granger/Dick Grayson vs Tim Drake/Connor Hawke

Tim Drake/Dick Grayson/Jason Todd/Bruce Wayne/Damian Wayne vs Cassandra Cain/Bruce Wayne

Garth/Dick Grayson/Roy Harper/Donna Troy/Wally West vs Barbara Gordon/Kate Kane

Janet Drake/Bruce Wayne vs Stephanie Brown/Cassie Sandsmark/Kara Zor-El

Dick Grayson/Roy Harper/Koriand'r/Jason Todd vs Helena Bertinelli/Bruce Wayne

Cassandra Cain/Dick Grayson vs Joker/Damian Wayne

Round 4

Bea Bennett/Dick Grayson vs Stephanie Brown/Kon-El | Conner Kent

Helena Bertinelli/Bette Kane vs Barbara Gordon/Zatanna Zatara

John Constantine/Dick Grayson/Zatanna Zatara vs Stephanie Brown/Tim Drake/Kon-El | Conner Kent

Apollo/Midnighter/Jason Todd vs Isabella Ortiz/Duke Thomas

Roy Harper/Kyle Rayner/Jason Todd vs Helena Bertinelli/Tim Drake

Tim Drake/Ariana Dzerchenko vs Barbara Gordon/Dick Grayson/Jason Todd

Roy Harper/Jason Todd/Slade Wilson vs Dick Grayson/Victor Stone

Cassandra Cain/Rose Wilson vs Lian Harper/Damian Wayne

[vee-beeee]

Fun Times At the Station

HELLO

Im back with another short an fluffy one :)

Premise: Fun times at the station :D

Warnings: cringe like SUPER cringe behavior BE WARNED, fluff AGAIN, diet light swearing, connor being a cutie pie

Mean girls reference ahead

(living for a lil protective connor)

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Another boring day at the office.

Well as boring as it can be at a police station.

Today had consisted of just desk work so far, and you were settling in to work overtime to get all of it done. You had already come at the crack of dawn, before anyone else was there, to get started. You sighed as you reclined slightly in your chair, taking a chance to peer over at a certain android.

Your favorite android in fact

The RK800 prototype, Connor

The first time you saw him was during the height of the deviancy. You were one of the investigators on the Ortiz case, and saw him trailing behind Hank at the front door. He looked like a lost puppy, but then it morphed into a more determined expression as he saw the body. You watched him walk around and analyze evidence, and at one point he even came up to you to ask some questions about what you thought.

You remembered thinking "why is this smart, basically super computer guy asking ME what I think?" you had answered of course, but he could tell you were confused.

Even Connor didn't know why he talked to you. He had noticed you staring at him when he entered the house and still felt your gaze watching his form as he scanned and analyzed evidence.

He honestly had no clue what drove him to do it, but looking back, he's glad he did. It essentially started your friendship. He knew one thing, and that was when he did walk over to you and questioned you, he got a software instability notification in the corner of his vision. Wonder why.

You remembered that day fondly, how sweet he was with you, his cute little face, it was so refreshing after being around that gruesome death.

And then you realized you had been staring off into space, which had coincidentally been right next to his face. His very confused face.

Anddddd now he was walking towards you.

"Detective? Is everything alright?" he tilted his head as he asked, His LED blinking amber. You saw his eyes flicker briefly down your body you and realized he was probably scanning you. You snapped out of your trance to respond to him.

"Oh yeah Connor, I'm so sorry I was just staring into space." he raised his eyebrow at you, but eventually nodded and adjusted his tie. You watched him walk past your desk and into the break room, which was a little strange. You exhaled, sliding down your seat and tried to go back to work at this awkward angle. But you couldn't get into it, you felt like someone was staring into your soul. So you sat up and looked over the edge of your computer and saw non other than Hank staring you down. He had an smug expression plastered all over his face. You flushed and looked back down at your computer, and you could barely see him out of the corner of your eye moving with quiet laughter. You grumbled and started typing.

It wasn't your fault Connor was so cute! It was cyberlife! They totally knew what they were doing, making all his freckles and cute eyes and..

"Detective?" you whipped around as a gentle hand rested on your shoulder. Connor was standing with what looked to be a coffee and your favorite snack.

"I was wondering if you wished to take a break? Working for this long can cause the human body to falter." You literally almost cried. He was so so sweet. You were so flustered by him, that the response you had prepared, a tie between cool and great came out jumbled up and mixed around. Future you would be haunted by it for the rest of your life out of embarrassment

"Grool"

You froze and Connor raised his eyebrows in surprise, but then a soft chuckle filled the space around you. He was laughing. You made Connor laugh.

He's chuckles slowly lessened but he still had a lingering smile on his face. He took both items into one hand and held out the other for you to take, and you gladly accepted. You picked yourself up and realized as you were walking to the break room that he didn't let go of your hand

"Detective your heart rate just picked up. Are you okay?" you stopped and stared at him gawking a little as he looked smugly into your eyes. Was he teasing you? he was totally teasing you.

"Im fine! Also, sidenote, grools a totally real word you know" you knew your argument was garbage, Connor was literally the most advanced android and knew basically everything, including the English language, but you guessed messing up had one advantage. Connor squeezed your hand and led you to the break room, filling the hallways with his and yours small chuckles.

After you had that break with Connor, (which had been filled with him and you talking about anything and everything) , he got a report and informed you that both of you were assigned to interrogate a guy accused of selling red ice.

Here you thought today would be easy.

You and Connor put your serious caps on and joined Hank and a pissed off Gavin in the observation room. On the other side of the one way glass was a sweaty looking guy who was gazing right into the mirror. You shivered at his look of determination and defiance, and all of a sudden you felt Connor's hand graze your own and wrap his pinky around yours. Okay, situation forgotten, you need a minute to swoon over Connor.

(What you both didn't see was Hank looking down at your hands and smirking)

Unfortunately, Gavin had other plans than let you swoon.

"Y/N why don't you go in there and try to talk some sense into this guy. He's been annoying the hell out of me since we picked him up." Gavin glared at you and rolled his eyes away when he saw how close Connor was. Luckily you were standing at an angle so he couldn't see your fingers, which would have inevitably lead to more comments.

Speaking of that cute little pinky holding thing going on, you really didn't want to let go. But Connor nodded at you and unhooked his finger, giving you a small reassuring smile which made everything better.

"Okay ill go and question him, but keep an eye on that guy" you turned to look Conner in the eye while saying that last part and he tilted his head, LED flashing yellow.

You stepped into the room, door hissing shut behind you, and tried greet the man, but he wasn't looking at you. He was still looking at the glass. Staring deeply into it, as if he could see someone's reflection.

What he didn't know, was that he was blindly staring at Connor.

And Connor was staring back.

You cleared your throat and started off by reading him his rights, and then explained to him why he was here. When you mentioned the red ice he rolled his eyes and finally turned his head to face you.

"I don't know why everyone keeps saying I'm selling red ice. Have you even found any at my own damn house?

You sighed and looked him up and down, your knee shaking slightly, but keeping a straight face. "No, we haven't." His face fell back into a smug grin. Time to risk it for a chocolate biscuit. "Buttt.. we were tipped off that you might have a storehouse somewhere filled with the stuff. Mind telling me where that is?"

He wheezed out and turned his full body in his chair to look at you.

"If you think I'm going to tell you where that is, your dreaming." He then started leaning his weight over the table to stare you down. "They also shouldn't have sent in a little thing like you to question me."

You shivered, but held eye contact and didn't back down. Connor balled his hands up in the observation room and continued to stare down the guy. Hank turned and gave him an eyebrow raise, seeing his angered state. Connor turned his head slightly to acknowledge him but didn't dare take his eyes off the guy. He needed to be ready to move. The man continued to sit there, slinking back into his chair and with a look of victory. He thought he won.

When really you had.

"So you do have a separate storehouse?"

His face instantly paled.

You leaned back and crossed your legs. "We actually didn't know that. Thanks for the new info." you stood up and walked out of the room while he blubbered, door closing shut after you. Stepping back into the observation room, you were greeted by 3 faces beaming at you.

You instantly got embarrassed, not liking this new attention you were getting and you absolutely panicked. And then said the worst thing EVER.

"I don't mean to toot my own horn, but toot toot" you made a motion with your arms to go with the toot toot, and to top it off your voice cracked as you said it going high pitched. And then you just stood there. Cosplaying as a tomato.

Hank looked like he was going to cry and burst into laughter, and Gavin sighed and shoved you on his way out the door, hollering out a "And just when i thought you were cool" as he strode down the hallway.

Connor knew one thing while he watched you awkwardly stand there and pat Hank on the back as he wheezed from laughing so hard.

He liked you. Like-liked you. A lot.

And when Hank had left to go back to his desk, you and Connor were left alone.

"That was very impressive detective." he murmured as you looked up into his eyes, and your lips twitched

"My imitation of a horn or the interrogation?" Connor chuckled, taking your hand into his and rubbing his thumb over your knuckles, LED glowing amber. You let him do so and gazed into his eyes as you both leaned closer, inching forwards.

"Both"

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SORRY FOR THE KISSY KISS CUTOFF

I SWEAR ill try to write a kiss scene sometime, but im so not confident enough to do that yet.

I hope you enjoyed this fluff fest, im still working on banter so if it comes off weird forgive me, this is like me 4 week of writing.

THANKS FOR READING

hope it wasnt cringe for yall

sorry for spelling an plot holes lol

[laurasimonsdaughter]

I got a copy of Erdoes and Ortiz's American Indian Myths and Legends (1984) for Christmas and it is fascinating to me how various Native American tales portray romance between humans and non-humans. Especially compared to the European takes on that motif, which usually center on the relationship being doomed from the start, because humans belong only with humans. But this does not seem to be the default in the Native American tales in this collection!

There was one story which did portray the relationship as doomed (Tolowim woman and butterfly man, Maidu) and one where a human woman was taken against her will and gladly rescued by her husband (The stolen wife, Tewa). But there is also a tale where a wife is willingly taken by a great buffalo and when her human husband steals her back and kills White Buffalo Chief, she mourns him so that her jealous husband kills her (Apache chief punishes his wife, Tiwa).

That last tale, while tragic, already goes out of its way to show that the woman was happy with the powerful buffalo, and there are four stories in the collection that make a point of ending in happiness:

The industrious daughter who wouldn't marry (Cochiti)

A beautiful young woman who is a master at making beautiful garments spurns all her human suitors, until it is widely known that she doesn't care for young men. Coyote hears of this and goes to court her, dressed in his finest clothes. He does not offer her any gifts, but he dances very well and he brings a branch of blackcurrants, which are her favourite. She is pleased with him, so she takes him home, sleeps with him, and gives birth to two little coyotes. Her parents are dismayed and the other people turn away from her, but Coyote brings her to his home under the ground. There he has all kinds of clothes just as fine as the ones she makes, and she lives there happily with him ever after.

The Serpent of the Sea (Zuni)

The beautiful daughter of the priest-chief of the village Home of the Eagles cannot abide dust or dirt. Every day she spends almost all her time bathing in the sacred spring of the Serpent of the Sea and this angers him. He changes himself into a beautiful baby boy and she finds him and takes him home to care for him. As soon as she falls asleep the Serpent takes his true form again, coiling himself all around the maiden and all around the room. In the morning the whole household panics, but the girl’s father understands what happened and begs the Serpent to let his daughter return to her family once more, even though she now belongs to him. The Serpent moves enough to release her, finally waking her. She is very frightened, but after four days of ceremonies she bids her family goodbye and goes with the Serpent. As they travel the Serpent takes the shape of a beautiful young man, and speaks in a kinder and kinder voice, until she dares to look at him. Startled she asks him where the terrifying creature has gone. He explains that he is the serpent, but that he loves her, and that if she will consent to come and stay with him they will live and love each other forever in the Waters of the World. The maiden goes with him, forgetting her sadness and forgetting her family, and lived with him ever after.

The man who married the moon (Isleta Pueblo)

The great leader, weaver, and medicine man Nah-chu-rú-chu (the bluish light of dawn) got tired of all the young women trying to win his affection. He proclaimed that he would marry the girl who could grind corn meal so fine that it would stick to his pearl water dipper. The only woman who could do it was the Moon, who was an Isleta maiden before she went to live into the sky. He marries her and loves his moon-wife above all things. Two sisters, the Yellow Corn Maiden, are so jealous that they persuade the moon to admire her reflection in the water of the well, and push her in to drown her. The chief mourns so deeply that it no longer rains and all the crops begin dying, until they bring him a mysterious flower from a mound in the forest where his wife disappeared. He performs a sacred ritual and the moon is brought back to life. The corn maidens are changed into helpful, gentle snakes as punishment, and the moon lives happily with her husband.

The woman who married a merman (Coos)

A girl who refuses all her suitors and goes swimming in the creek every day becomes pregnant without understanding how. She gives birth to a baby that always cries unless it is left outside, where someone brings it seal meat to eat. The young mother watches over her baby and at night is approached by a man who says he is her husband and promises she will be safe if she goes with him. The merman takes his wife and child to the bottom of the sea, where many people lived. Her husband was one of the five sons of the village chief and the couple lived there happy and satisfied. She goes to her relatives once to get arrows for her little boy to play with, and once to visit her brothers. The second time they see her shoulders are turning dark and scaly like those of a sea serpent. She never returned again, but sea serpents came into their harbour, and every summer and winter they would send a whale ashore, a gift to their kinsmen above the sea.

Erdoes and Ortiz even draw a parallel between the tale of the Serpent of the Sea and Beauty and the Beast, but I rather love the girl running off with the Coyote and "the woman who married a merman" is such a lovely counterpoint to the selkie and mermaid stories I grew up with. I'm really happy with this book~

[wannabecatwriter]

Dawn: We are Lightyears Away and we are here to rock you!!!

Would you fall, give it all, would you give it all for me?

Suckerpunch the demons from my dreams

Would you fall, give it all, would you give it all for me?

Get out of my dreams

♪♫♪

[misty-moth]

✨Ikémen Birthdays/Zodiacs✨

I decided to put the Ikémen suitors’ zodiac signs together, and put mini-summaries of each sign.

This also has all of their birthdays in order.

(ﾉ^ヮ^)ﾉ*:・ﾟ

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Aries (Mar 21 – Apr 19)

~Competitive but insecure~ There is nothing an Aries cannot achieve once they set their mind to it—no mountain is too high. However, you will also find them nursing a hidden imposter syndrome that can chip away at their confidence if allowed free rein.

-Ray Blackwell, Mar 23

-Vincent Van Gogh, Mar 30

-Oliver Knight, Apr 5

-Musashibou Benkei, Apr 7

-Sasuke Sarutobi, Apr 10

-Nico Meier, Apr 12

-Rio Ortiz, Apr 13

-Fenrir Godspeed, Apr 15

-Leonardo Da Vinci, Apr 15

-Motonari Mouri, Apr 16

Taurus (Apr 20 – May 20)

~Loyal but stubborn~ Loyal to a fault, a Taurean is the most reliable person you can have in your corner when the chips are down. However, they have a stubborn streak a mile wide and can hold a grudge like no one else, so make sure you don’t cross them.

-William Rex, April 24

-Theodorus Van Gogh, May 1

-Sirius Oswald, May 7

-Minamoto no Yorimoto, May 9

-Nobunaga Oda, May 12

-Albert Burckhardt, May 17

-Luke Randolph, May 19

Gemini (May 21 – June 20)

~Versatile but impatient~ Throw a Gemini to the wolves, and they will come back leading the pack—the air element in this sign means that they can adapt easily to any situation. But their fuse runs short and once they run out of patience with someone, there is no wiggle room for second chances.

-Arthur Conan Doyle, May 22

-Harrison Gray, May 30

-Kajiwara Kagetoki, June 2

-Vlad, June 6

-Seth Hyde, June 10

-Clavis Lelouch, June 17

-Osamu Dazai, June 19

-Dean Tweedle, June 20

-Dalim Tweedle, June 20

Cancer (June 21 – July 22)

~Passionate but uncommunicative~ Behind the brooding fortress that a Cancer has erected to protect themselves are abundant reserves of deep, undying love and loyalty. Pity that few will get to experience it because they aren’t the best at communicating what is in their hearts.

-Ranmaru Mori, June 27

-Ellis Twilight, July 4

-Akihito, July 7

-Yukimura Sanada, July 7

-Kyle Ash, July 17

Leo (July 23 – Aug 22)

~Confident but dominating~ Born to be under the spotlight, there is nothing that this lion enjoys as much as being the cynosure of all eyes. However, this innate conviction that they are always in the right means that they can often run roughshod over others’ feelings and sentiments.

-Silvio Ricci, July 23

-Nasu no Yoichi, July 23

-Kanetsugu Naoe, Aug 1

-Leon Dompteur, Aug 1

-Alfons Sylvatica, Aug 8

-Yoshimoto Imagawa, Aug 13

-Napoleon Bonaparte, Aug 15

-Adachi Morinaga, Aug 18

-Lloyd Grandier, Aug 22

Virgo (Aug 23 – Sept 22)

~Perfectionist but self-critical~ Meticulous, organized and diligent, if the world were to end tomorrow, you would want a Virgo to lead the march into the new dawn. However, that pesky niggle of self-doubt in their head means that they are often harsher on themselves than anybody else can be.

-Edgar Bright, Aug 23

-Luka Clemence, Aug 24

-Matthias Ausprink, Aug 24

-Masamune Date, Sept 5

-Kurama, Sept 6

-Liam Williams, Sept 6

-Francis Drake, Sept 7

-Robert Branche, Sept 9

-Blanc Lapin, Sept 10

-Yves Kloss, Sept 16

-Sebastian, Sept 22

Libra (Sept 23 – Oct 22)

~Empathetic but indecisive~ If you are looking for someone to lend a comforting shoulder during times of distress and truly put themselves in your shoes, ring up the first Libra in your contacts. This empathetic side of theirs can sometimes get derailed by their inability to make up their mind, compounded by a fear of confrontations, which means that you never truly know which side they stand on.

-Mitsuhide Akechi, Oct 4

-Tamamo, Oct 5

-Licht Klein, Oct 9

-Nokto Klein, Oct 9

-Zero, Oct 10

-Darius Vogel, Oct 14

-Louis Howard, Oct 16

Scorpio (Oct 23 – Nov 21)

~Intense but secretive~ The fiery, intense personality of a Scorpio can make any time spent together a wild, dizzying ride. But while they will go the extra mile to take care of your emotional needs, they remain notoriously secretive about their own—good luck cracking open the spine of this closed book.

-Comte De Saint-Germain, Oct 25

-Galileo Galilei, Oct 31

-Chevalier Michel, Nov 1

-Mitsunari Ishida, Nov 6

-Giles Christophe, Nov 11

-William Shakespeare, Nov 11

-Azel Radwan, Nov 13

-Minamoto no Yoshitsune, Nov 14

-Kicho, Nov 15

-Jonah Clemence, Nov 18

Sagittarius (Nov 22 – Dec 21)

~Spontaneous but flighty~ There is no storyteller quite like a Sagittarius—they can have the entire room hanging on their every word. But while they can show you grand dreams, it can sometimes be hard to pin them down and make them deliver on their promises.

-Roger Barel, Nov 23

-Shingen Takeda, Dec 1

-Byron Wagner, Dec 7

-Harr Silver, Dec 12

-Jude Jazza, Dec 13

-Gilbert von Obsidian, Dec 21

Capricorn (Dec 22 – Jan 19)

~Goal-oriented but unforgiving~ Not everyone can conquer the world but if a Capricorn were to set out to do it, nothing would deter them until they had accomplished their goal. With a personality that is hardwired in practicality, they can often fail to appreciate nuance and are known to be unforgiving of others’ mistakes.

-Kitsuji Sueharu, Dec 24

-Isaac Newton, Dec 25

-Jean d’Arc, Jan 6

-Kennyo, Jan 7

-Lancelot Kingsley, Jan 11

-Taira no Shigehira, Jan 16

Aquarius (Jan 20 – Feb 18)

~Philosophical but detached~ A deep-thinker with a humanitarian streak, an Aquarian has grand plans to change the world. Shame that they left the party early though because their reclusive nature makes it hard for them to establish bonds with those around them.

-Sariel Noir, Jan 20

-Alyn Crawford, Jan 23

-Leo Crawford, Jan 23

-Elbert Greetia, Jan 27

-Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, Jan 27

-Ieyasu Tokugawa, Jan 31

-Kagari Amagase, Feb 7

-Mousse Atlas, Feb 10

-Charles-Henri Sanson, Feb 15

-Kenshin Uesagi, Feb 18

Pisces (Feb 19 – Mar 20)

~Whimsical but over-sensitive~ If you are looking to escape the mundane everyday grind, a Pisces’s imaginative mind can whisk you away into a realm of fantasy. Their kind, nurturing personality can prove to be a double-edged sword though, because their overly sensitive heart is easily wounded, further compounded by a tendency to play the victim.

-Keith Howell, Feb 20

-Victor, Feb 20

-Loki Genetta, Feb 22

-Ibuki, Feb 27

-Johann Georg Faust, Feb 29

-Nika Schwarz, Mar 2

-Ring Schwarz, Mar 2

-Keiji Maeda, Mar 3

-Jin Grandet, Mar 5

-Abe no Yasuchika, Mar 15

-Hideyoshi Toyotomi, Mar 17

-Rayvis Harneit, Mar 19

[the-sky-queen]

I was watching a youtuber talk about one of those riffoff movies. As you do. And as the video was almost over I realized that two of the characters are voiced by Mike Pollock and Lisa Ortiz. I am in disbelief and so confused. How does this sort of thing happen? How did they get recruited for such a low budget thing? Honestly though those are the only two voices that sounded decent from the clips I saw so good job to them.

I won't say which movie it is. I want you all to experience the same dawning horror that I did when you realize the reason those two sound familiar is because they're Eggman and Amy.

[ruriloveshim]

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[thecavalrywife]

Honeymoon

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Pairing: Letty Ortiz x fem!reader

Summary: Spicy daydreaming on a honeymoon.

Warnings: fluff, 🔞 mention of smut

Timeline: The Fate of the Furious (FF8)

Disclaimer: Anything FF related is not mine it's for their owners. This story has no plot whatsoever.

Letty and I are currently on our honeymoon in Havana, Cuba.

It's the evening and we're on our couch, relaxing.

I'm laying down, head supported on the armrest of the right side, with my legs on my lover's lap, who's massaging my legs in silence. Until she notices I'm looking out the balcony while biting my bottom lip unconsciously.

"(Y/N)? (Y/N) you there?" she calls for me, snapping her fingers in front of my eyes to get my attention.

"Uh?" my eyes snap to her, "Sorry, I zoned out. You were saying?"

"I wasn't saying anything" she looks at me intently trying to read me. "You were daydreaming, weren't you?" she finally asked. I nod in response, "What was it about?" I look at her in surprise and then shift my gaze to my lap in shame.

"Come on, I wanna know." she says softly, I look at her hesintant and slowly shake my head and mutter "No, it's embarrasing."

I bit my bottom lip in hopes she'll let this go.

"Oh, come on tell me. Please." she insits and pouts at me, I giggle. She studies me once again and a look of realization dawns on her face. "It's something sexual, isn't it?" I hesintantly nod looking to my lap once again. She chuckles and looks at me smiling sweetly.

She hooks her thumb and forefinger on my chin, tilting my head to meet her eyes and scoots over with my legs still on her.

"You know I won't mock you about it." she says in a serious tone. Tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. "It might even be something I'd be willing to try." she coos and waits patiently for a reaction and an answer out of me.

My eyes sparkle with excitment, and I bite my lip, a habit I have. "Ice play" I say in a low tone. Her eyes sparkle and she shows a tiny smirk.

"Ice play? Hmm." she leans on her hand perched on the back of the couch and smiles. "Tell me more. What were you imagining? Describe it to me." she asks in a low and sensual tone I can't resist. 'Cause even though we've been together for so many years, she still makes me feel nervous around her. She has that effect on me. I fall in love with her more every single day.

"Firstly, I would dom you. Kiss you passionatly, go down your neck, giving you hickeys, wet kisses, love bites." I start describing. "Then, I'll strip you of your clothes. I'll have you under me" I start feeling more confident as I progress. "Maybe I'll tie you to the bed, spred out, so you don't touch me." Now, as I'm describing, I'm stroking her right arm, wrist and hand (the closest to me). "Maybe I'll blindfold you, so you can't know when I'll stroke the ice on you. Or I'll let you see me, knowing when I'll do it." I pause keeping eye contact with her as her breath hitchs and she swallows. "I grab the ice" I do the motion with my hand while holding eye contact. "and stroke your skin." passing my middle finger delicatly along her arm, "I'll start with the arms, going to the chest, nipples so they get nice and perky, down your stomach. Reaching lower and lower. Reaching your entrance... and pushing it in." her breath hitchs once again. I pause. "Next, I'll go up your legs, the inside of your thighs, slowly reaching and once again push it inside you. I might do a few more times, maybe down your back as well, so you arch nice and pretty." I pause once again looking at Letty. "And finally, after I get the ice out of you. I'll give you what you've craving, desiring all night. I go down on you, give you pleasure in your sensitive entrance, but you can't cum just yet, you have to hold it in... until it snaps. And you get the ectasy run through your veins." I finish my description and look at her.

She has her mouth agape, and breathing a little hard. A hot second passes.

"You thought alot about it." I nod amused. "I like it. Let's do it sometime." I smile.

"You know... I'm so wet right now, after your very detailed discription." We both giggle. "Me too."

"How about... we get this sorted out and one of these nights you surprise with it?" she proposes the idea, I smile.

"Sure, let's do it".

I straddle her lap, cup her face with my hands, her hands on my waist. As we look into each others eyes, I smile.

"I love you, Letty" she smiles. "I love you, (Y/N)."

I Kiss her passionatly for a few minutes, until oxygen was needed. Our foreheads touching, I open my eyes and move my head back to look at her, "Let's go to the bedroom" she nods and I stand up and grab her hand and lead her to the bedroom.

We're in for a night!

Just with no ice :)

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What do you think?