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cvpiddszn · 1 year

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𝐝𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐞 | 𝐣.𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬

a/n: part three has been anticipated. i've been extremely busy rn, BUTTTT the last part is here, but i will continue to write for these two because i love them. a masterlist is in the making!!!! also might write for ellie and quinn, nyx and luke, AND kie and nico

summary: birdie finally comes forward about her feelings

warnings: babies, suggestions towards sex, major miscommunication, fluff

word count: 3.1k

series: part one, part two, part three

My head was fucking pounding at the commotion downstairs. I could hear the squeals of the twins, their squeaks making the hangover worse than it already was. I tossed to the other side, feeling the cold sheets beneath my body at the new position. I closed my eyes hoping that sleep would consume me but alas: nothing. I knew the minute I walked down there Blair would know I was upset. With her empath ways which I silently cursed plenty of times, she could always sense when something was wrong but I knew that she wouldn’t say anything unless I told her myself.

I crawled out of the bed, making it and clearing out all of my stuff. We had plenty of guest bedrooms but Ellie and Quinn had sort of claimed this exact one which was closest to baby Amara (which I would’ve thought was a curse waking up to her cries). Closing the doors softly in hopes that I wouldn’t be caught coming out of the guest bedroom.

I nearly slipped into Jack and I’s room without trouble but a small Lowen was blinking at me, “Mommy?” He asked, his head tilted to the side in a question and I closed my eyes sharply praying that this was all some kind of bad dream.

I turned around and opened my eyes, masking my face with one of contentment, one that showed that I was happy with my life. He stood right in front of me, so I leaned forward kissing his forehead, “Yes, baby? What do you need?”

“Why’d you come out of Auntie Ellie and Uncle Quinn’s room?” Lowen’s blue eyes were held with curiosity and sometimes I wished that these boys inherited less traits of Jack.

I crouched down, placing my hand against his cheek, smiling softly. “I was just making sure the room was ready for them, cleaning up. I saw a hot wheels car that was on the carpet. We wouldn’t want Auntie Ellie slipping and hurting herself on it. Would we?” The lie came easy, and I felt terrible having to lie to my boys but they weren’t old enough to understand. The words that Jack had said played through my head, but I knew that he would try to hide it from our kids for as long as he could. He believed in fixing things, he always had.

With a nod, Lowen raced down the stairs eager to do whatever it was that he was being entertained with right now. I finally walked into the room, seeing the blinds already open letting the sun come in. The alarm clock on Jack’s side of the bed read ‘10:29’, and I wanted to curl into the large bed and sleep. I was uncomfortable last night, and extremely cold knowing that J wasn’t there to warm me up. He was like sleeping beside a heater. always warm and never cold, which was why I was a good contrast for him. To cool him off when he got too warm.

Walking into the bathroom and locking the door behind me, I saw my reflection. My hair was a mess of curls, my makeup smudged, eyes were nearly red from crying. Starting the shower turning the dial much hotter than usual. To the point where I knew that it would turn my skin red after I got out.

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Lake ran toward me, throwing himself at me as I made my way to the bottom of the stairs. Everyone was sat in the living room, Amara content to play with Ellie on the floor while Jack and Quinn had a hockey game already playing. I nearly rolled my eyes before my son flung himself at me.

I caught him with a grunt, his legs clinging onto my thighs instead of my hips. I dragged him along, kissing his head feeling my arms beginning to get weak as he continued to cling. “Morning, sunshine.” I grinned down at him, letting myself sit down on the couch beside my husband. I knew Jack wouldn’t want his brother to know about his relationship problems and he knew that I didn’t either so he let his arm rest just behind me. A simple gesture that had my heart racing.

Lake crawled up to my lap, hugging me for a quick second before moving to play with his brother. The boy couldn’t sit still to save his life, always needing to be preoccupied with something. As he left, Jack’s hand grabbed onto my shoulder pulling me in while he continued to talk to his older brother. My legs pulled up to the side and I watched as Ellie spoke to my little girl in a quiet voice to make sure not to startle her even though she had two older brothers who are extremely loud.

Without thinking my head resting on Jack’s shoulder, I closed my eyes comforted by his warmth. When I opened my eyes I saw Ellie’s eyes nearly question me. Kiera must’ve told her something so I only looked away, avoiding her eyes because I knew that she could read me just as well as I could read her.

I stood up leaving my human heater, “Hey, Ellie, you mind helping me in the kitchen?” I asked, to which she nodded. “J, you mind watching her?” I asked as Ellie stood up beside me, I fiddled with my fingers resisting the urge to pick at them and pull at the skin.

“She’s just right there?” Jack replied, giving me a harsh look. It was hard to ignore a lot when your husband was actively glaring at you as if I had said the stupidest thing ever.

Quinn slapped his brother’s shoulder, looking towards me and smiling. “We’ve got her, Mads.” Even after I had been married, he still called me a nickname that had my last name in it and I missed the familiarity of being young. “Don’t we?” The oldest Hughes stood up from his spot, scooping Amara up from her spot on the floor.

Looking towards Isla with a smile, seeing her admiration of Quinn with a baby in his arms. I grabbed onto the blonde’s arm pulling her along with me to the kitchen. When we were a good distance from the living room I let her go.

Ellie held her hands on her hips, holding some motherly pose that would’ve made me laugh in any other situation. “Okay, now, what’s been going on? Why is Jack looking at you like you committed some crime against him? Kie had mentioned something-”

My arms wrapped around her quickly, and she paused when she felt that I was crying, my shoulders shaking with every sob. I sank to the floor, and she followed with me. Her hand rubbed circles into my back, there had been plenty of times that we had cried together, yelled (or what Isla considered yelling) at each other, and so much more.

“I can’t, I don’t know how,” None of my words made sense as everything just followed me. Not a sentence seemed to form right in my head or mouth. “J, he- and Amara. I can’t-”

“Hey, take your time. Relax, you’re safe alright? I’ve got you, B. Always.” Her words only made me sob harder.

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"Hey angel, you ready to go?” Quinn’s voice came closer, Ellie and I both paused looking up at the boy with wide eyes. My eyes were no doubt puffy and red, while we were both sitting on the floor in a comfortable position that we had been in for a while. I could already feel my ass beginning to hurt from the hardwood under.

Ellie shook her head as I removed myself from her sniffling softly and wiping under my eyes, thankful for waterproof mascara. I grabbed one of Amara’s face clothes ran it under cold water and dabbed it under my eyes to reduce the swelling, hearing their hushed whispers behind me.

“We’re taking your kids to Kie’s, we’ll be back sometime later tonight.” Ellie’s soft voice was heard through the silence, she placed her head on my shoulder in a comforting spot and I bit back the urge to brush her hand off but she knew exactly what I needed even if it wasn’t said. She quieted her voice between the both of us, “I want you to go out tonight, I want you to take the time to fix it. You two are the one relationship I know that can work anything out. You are not your parents, Bird.”

I only nodded, placing the cloth over the tap turning around and giving the blonde a small smile. One of reassurance, that I was okay and that I would be okay. It was something so little, a doubt in the back of my mind. Old Birdie would’ve laughed if she found out what I had been so upset over.

Ellie left the kitchen, passing her husband who gave her a look that had her nodding. I always admired the two, their communication and how with a simple nod Ellie knew exactly what Quinn meant. They were synced up, and if you believed in soulmates; they were the perfect example of it.

“Trouble in paradise?” Quinn finally spoke, keeping his distance from me. Unless I had said or initiated any sort of physical touch, Quinn preferred not to. He wasn’t a big hug person, despite his younger brother being the definition of physical affection. Though he made an exception for me.

I managed a laugh, his commentaries were never all that serious. He knew that was what I had Ellie around for. “Something like that,” I replied, wiping my wet hands on a towel to dry them. Quinn gave me this look that I knew he knew and the dread began once again. The aching feeling of people knowing. The look of pity on people’s faces nearly made me want to cry all over again.

“I’m sure you’ve been lectured enough about this so I won’t bother with it. You know already. I will ask though, are you okay, Mads?” I was silent for a while as he waited for my response, deciding that I needed a drink because my head was beginning to pound once again.

“Word of advice: do not drink when you have kids. You will never sleep or have any freedom. I think it’d be a little different if it was just the boys but Amara doesn’t like letting me sleep at all, she prefers to cry and scream until I get J. Daddy’s girl for sure.” I spoke, hoping to avoid his question. “It was only eight years ago when you swore off women and claimed you never wanted children. Then you got married and I imagine that you’re trying for children?”

We had somehow made our way into a spot in the kitchen that allowed you to peer through the living room. Quinn’s eyes glanced toward Ellie, with a sort of glassy look, it took him a minute to respond but I never questioned it. “I never wanted children, always expected that I would be the cool Uncle who spoiled the kids but kids make her happy. I want her to be happy.” He swallowed, I leaned my head onto his shoulder, to which he wrapped his arm around my arm, pulling me into his side.

“You guys are good together. You’d be a great dad, Quinn.” I reassured him, he kissed the top of my head and I already felt much lighter. The pair were perfect, the quiet and reassuring with the calm and calculated. They would make some kids extremely proud one day.

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"Do you have everything? The diapers, the car seat, wipes?” Jack’s worry was clear to everyone as he began to name things on a list like it was memorized and I nearly smiled rolling my eyes at him but bit the inside of my cheek to keep myself back.

Instead, I placed my hand on his shoulder, “Everything is in the bag, nothing has been removed and you even watched Quinn put the car seat in to make sure that it was put in right.” My voice was light and when Jack looked back at me, I could see so much worry. I looked towards the couple at the door, waving them off, “You better leave now before J finds something that you need.” I shooed, walking over toward Ellie who had Amara snuggled in with her.

When I backed up, I could feel a crash into my legs and when I looked down I could see little five-year-old hands on my thighs, unable to wrap themself around me. I turned around in what little space I had being trapped between the five-year-old arms. Lake looked up at me, wide-eyed. It wasn’t often that they left the house without us, sure there was a lot of travelling from Michigan to New Jersey so that we could be close to their grandparents for the summer, but within their five years, there was a lot of going to Jack’s games travelling. Especially when Jack’s team played against Quinn or Trevor’s.

I smiled, ruffling the boy’s hair. Quinn called out to Lake telling him that they were leaving and the boys scrammed from his spot, hurrying out the door and closing it behind him. I could hear the gravel crunching underneath the tires.

Feeling hands wrap around my waist, I embraced the feeling, letting Jack stand behind me and slightly rock me as my head came back to rest against his shoulder while his head stayed in the crook of my neck. Placing a kiss between my neck and shoulder, I sighed aloud, letting out a breath of anxiety that I held.

There was a silence that washed over the house, it was quiet and I wasn’t sure what to do with it. I had been home with the kids for the last six months. Did I know what to do with myself in my free time? It was obvious that neither of us wanted to have sex, especially with the tension that filled our marriage for the last two days.

My hand placed itself over Jack’s pulling it from my body but I kept a hold of his hand dragging him with me to the couch. We sat down, my hand still placed into his and I cherished the feeling of it.

“We should talk,” I suggested finally feeling prepared. Though I wished I had some script, it would help with the anxiety. “About last night, about Amara, about everything. But first I want to say something, and you’re not going to argue with me on it because I already told them yes.” He never said anything so I took it as the queue that I could continue. “I’m going back to work in a month. We’ll hire a Nanny, Amara will already be seven months old. I can’t take care of the kids all by myself anymore. I got a job offer at a University, I’ll be getting paid twice the amount I did working at a High School.”

Jack only stared at me, as if he was trying to process my words and still manage to come up with something smart that wouldn’t make either of us upset, so he nodded. “Okay, we’ll start interviewing people next week. I might not always be there, it’s the first roadie of the season.”

I nodded my reply, I knew that Jack didn’t like Nannies, especially since he claimed that Isadora took care of four children herself without any help but I couldn’t do it. “There has to be changes here too. I don’t want a divorce or to confuse our kids. I want to sleep in our bed, but I was doing some research and it said that babies need to start sleeping in their cribs when they’re six months old or they’ll get confused. Amara is confused and upset right now, I’m giving her formula now and she’s a bit fussy about it and she’s not used to you not being home. Sometimes we have to let her cry it out.”

“I get it, but sometimes we’re both too tired to argue with her.” He stated, and I remembered the time I had even brought her to sleep with us because she wouldn’t stop and the boys were in the room next door. I definitely regret setting the boys in the room next door to the baby.

“Another thing, I know that it’s different for both of us. You would think the second time around and with previous twins, I would be an expert but I’m not. I can assure you that a girl is much different than two boys. One more thing that I know is that I love you, and I’m sorry. I was completely jealous of our little girl getting all of your attention. It wasn’t fair that I was being selfish.” His hand squeezed mine in reassurance and he gave me a soft smile, kissing my cheek gently.

“I know that was hard for you to admit,” He teases with a smile knowing my stubbornness and I slap his bicep in protest, nearly speaking up in my defence before his lips came crashing onto mine and pulling back, “I'm sorry too. But to be fair, it wasn’t that I didn’t want to give you attention. You’ll always be my number one, Bird. Amara is a bit like her mother, don’t you think? Extremely needy and jealous?” He kissed me once again, his hand finding my back before laying me on the couch with him kneeling between my legs, his wedding band creating a chill on the back of my thigh as he brought it up to rest against his hip.

My hands pressed against his cheeks, pulling him closer. “I just love it when you insult me trying to get me in your bed, Mr. Hughes. Might want to watch your tongue.” I teased softly, my nails softly brushing against his jaw.

His brows raised in a challenge and I only grinned further. “You’ll get into my bed, either way, Mrs. Hughes.” Jack’s mouth came crashing against me again, and suddenly it felt as though we were newlyweds unable to keep our hands off of each other. It was rare that we actually slept around the time, staying up late and talking or doing other activities that involved no sleep. Little did I know that I would always remember this night.

#jack hughes imagine #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes blurb #nhl x reader #nhl imagine #quinn hughes imagine #nico hischier imagine #hughes brothers #luke hughes imagine #jack hughes #cvpiddszn writes

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whereserpentswalk · 27 days

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There is an entity in North America that wanders the bounds of the country. Nobody has seen all of it, its too large, and no soul on earth has seen its mouth has lived. It's the size of mountains, great and dark, with dark smoke coming off its endless body. Most people who have seen it have only seen its claws, long and black, reaching dow out of the sky, or seen its body as a massive shape in the distance. And it kills sometimes. It kills sometimes.

You always know when it's coming. The other magical creatures are always the first to sense it. Ghosts and spirits return to their realms and practitioners find their gods and devils quiet, cryptids migrate to lands they rarely see, things that can appear human have sudden business trips, and even the last dragons in the forests of the west know to fly away. Then the birds go, and the rats if they can, and the cats seem nervous. Then it comes. You always see it's shadow first, and hear it before anything else.

Every now and than it'll go somewhere, perhaps a dying mall, perhaps a small backwater town somewhere in the mountains, ever so often it's seen in Detroit or a similarly dying city, and even on occasion it may visit the South Bronx or Sckid Row. It will play it's little game, destroying a block or two of buildings, crushing some souls, or grabbing some to take into it's mouth. Useally it's deaths number in the hundreds. And then it will disappear. When it leaves it leaves ruins and death, children without parents, businesses ruined whose workers will be left to starve, bodies left bloody on the street, dead or forever disabled, half eaten and half crushed. There are lakes of blood, and dams of rubble.

It has a deal with the leaders of America, the businessmen, the politicians, the clergymen, that it will never kill what they care about, never them, never where they live, never what makes them money. But other than that it's free to kill, and nobody will say they can stop it. But they've made sure it knows that it's destruction will only ever reach a certain kind of community. The creature often leaves residue, it's shed scales are made of a valuable material, and the oil it leaves in its path can be harnessed. And many who've made deals with it wouldn't mind if it oh so tragically crushed a town or neighborhood where they could build a new more lucrative community, or perhaps just another mall. And so it goes. And so the creature cannot be stopped. Not for that the bombs won't hurt it, but simply that the bombs won't fall.

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siobhans-world · 10 months

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A little fanfic I wrote. A romantic picnic:

“Ah! See Crowley, I told you we’d go for a picnic someday” Aziraphale said as he wafted the tartan picnic blanket down to the ground “Are you sure you want to pick this spot? It's very secluded here, although the view is beautiful, there are more people over there…”.

“Maybe I just want to be alone with you, angel, it's been so long since we've been alone” Crowley retorted quickly. He sat down on the blanket, shaded by trees and looked out at the beautiful lake in front of him.

“Quite right” Aziraphale nervously agreed “Let me pour you some wine”

Aziraphale opened up his luxurious hamper and anxiously poured Crowley a little glass of red wine. His eyes flitting between the glass and Crowley. He marvelled at Crowley's form as the ex-demon stretched out his long legs on the blanket, his jeans tightening and leaning back onto his elbows, a little portion of his torso peeking out above the rim of his jeans. He clearly wasn't dressed for a picnic, but it didn't matter.

Aziraphale, catching himself, his eyes lingering in that area, quickly glanced away and handed Crowley the glass. Their fingers touched in passing and Aziraphale flinched away much too dramatically. He wanted so much to touch and hold Crowley, but he was also aware that Crowley was still hurt by their first kiss. There was much to talk about and wounds to heal, and a confident Aziraphale felt finally ready to share his feelings. He was hoping it wasn't too late.

Crowley smelled his wine and sipped, looking out at the view. He watched Aziraphale as he reached in the hamper for cheese and grapes. “It's been a while since I've eaten human food” Aziraphale smiled excitedly and he went to take a bite of the cheese.

“No you don't do it like that, here, let me show you” and Crowley reached for the food “You pair the cheese with the grapes, see” Crowley leans towards Aziraphale “open your mouth” and a flushed Aziraphale let Crowley feed him. It was mind-blowing. Suddenly he was ravenous, and all he wanted was to eat and drink and be with Crowley. He was so happy to be back on Earth with the man he loved. The one person that made everything better.

Aware that Crowley's fingers touched Aziraphale's mouth to feed him and then Crowley had sucked his own fingers clean, felt very erotic. Aziraphale had to contain himself.

“We need to talk” Crowley said, bringing Aziraphale back down to earth. He still hadn't looked at Aziraphale since they got there and he was very guarded in his posture. He looked out to the lake and continued “I'm sorry… about what happened in your bookshop that day… I scared you and it's not really how I pictured it going… but you don't have to worry, it won't happen again, I just want you to be happy”.

Aziraphale stared out at the water, slightly irritated, wanting to grab Crowley and make out with him right there, “Please, Crowley… Can I tell you something?” he inched closer to Crowley.

“I've thought about that moment over and over, replaying in my mind how badly I… we both handled it, and if you’d turned around after you left… well…” he stifled “I might have… I’m sorry I'm not good at this” he choked back the lump in his throat and poured himself a wine “Well, we’ve never been very good at communicating have we?” they both laughed and briefly locked eyes then looked out to the water again, taking in the breeze.

“I mean you never said… you never told me you loved me” Aziraphale paused, thinking he'd scared Crowley. Crowley downed his glass of wine “I have, angel. Every time I’ve told you I won't leave you on your own, it means I love you. Whenever I've rescued you and there have plenty of those occasions, it means I love you, that was my way…”

“Because I do Aziraphale, I love you” Crowley looked down a catch in his throat “I still love you”

Aziraphale’s heart skipped a beat. He put a finger under Crowley's chin and turned his head so that they could face eachother. He gently removed Crowley's glasses, set them down to take in Crowley's beautiful yellow eyes. Crowley's skin tingled where Aziraphale touched him, just wanting to kiss him again, but also guarding himself nursing a still broken heart. He had nothing left to lose.

“I need you to look at me when I say this, because I want you to know…” Aziraphale said softly, building up courage “I don't want you to be sorry about kissing me. If we ever get the chance to do that again I would wrap my arms around you and I'd never let you go…” Aziraphale continued reasoning with himself ”I've been in love with you for a long time… I've wanted to kiss you for 6 thousand years… and I didn't realise how much I buried my feelings until… maybe the 1940’s?” he thoughtfully questioned himself and smiled, and Crowley smiled back. “Since then it's just been… well” Aziraphale breathed heavy “I wake up and I think about you, I go to sleep and I think about you. It's hard” Crowley spat his wine in surprise and giggled. “Oh you know what I mean, Crowley” Aziraphale sighed and playfully pushed him. He continued “And when Beelzebub and Gabriel held hands I had this awful feeling”

“OH I KNOW!” Crowley clapped back “Jealousy, rage inducing jealousy” he threw his head back and lay on the blanket getting comfy “They've had it so easy compared to us”.

“But here we are” Crowley looked up at Aziraphale and held out his hand, gesturing to Aziraphale to hold it. Aziraphale reached out and put his hand in Crowley's, intertwining his fingers with Crowleys, tracing the shape of each of Crowley's fingers and savouring the moment, both of their hands a little warm and sweaty with nerves through the very frank conversation they'd been having.

Crowley tugged at Aziraphale's hand, pulling him down next to him so they could both lie together and look up at the drifting clouds.

They gripped each other's hand tightly, not wanting to let go. It felt right, it felt like the two of them against the world. They lay there for a few minutes just taking in the moment.

Aziraphale eventually turned to his side wanting to take in the sight of Crowley's skin and dazzling eyes in the sunlight “I love you” he whispered, pained and furrowed his brow feeling guilty for how he'd treated Crowley in the past. Crowley turned to his side to face Aziraphale. He put one hand under his head to prop himself up and the other hand on Aziraphale's cheek, caressing his soft skin. Aziraphale's piercing blue eyes made Crowley's feel breathless.

Crowley leaned in and parted his lips, he pulled Aziraphale close and tenderly kissed him, lingering there for a while.

Aziraphale’s whole world stopped, feeling Crowley's soft lips on his. Then they softly parted and Aziraphale inhaled, taking in this magnificent beautiful being, butterflies in his stomach. He twisted his head slightly to kiss Crowley's palm that hadn't moved away from Aziraphale's cheek. The two of them looked deep into each other's eyes, their foreheads now touching. They both smiled widely and sighed. Aziraphale's eyes filled with tears and Crowley wiped them away, pressing his lips to Aziraphale's forehead.

He lay back, pulling Aziraphale onto his chest and wrapping his arms around him. Aziraphale put his head on Crowley's chest, his heartbeat was racing like Aziraphale's. He put his hand on Crowley's stomach and drank in Crowley's warmth and smell. Crowley's hand met Aziraphale's, and their fingers intertwined again. The two lovers held onto each other tightly and felt at ease like they always had when they were together before, but this time they had opened their hearts to each other without any fear. It was a truly perfect day.

#aziraphale x crowley #aziracrow #goodomens2 #ineffable husbands #ineffable spouses #crowley #aziraphale #good omens #gomens #fanfic #romance #go fanfic

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bright9nightmare · 1 year

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Yandere platonic sesshomaru x Inuyasha

Prompt: how would Inuyasha react after getting captured

part 1

Inuyasha woke up with a pounding headache in an an unknown place.The place being a very large cave. He was sat on strange soft white fur that looked like it came from some type of giant wolf demon.

He sat up and tried to stand up key word tried as he fell back onto his back leading to him getting buried in the fur and getting smothered in it. Once he dug himself out he started to to notice the blood leaking from his foot.

Carefully (not) he stood again started running after he found a tunnel he hoped would lead him outside. He slowed down as he heard large steps of paws? Coming towards him.

He dashed off to a smaller tunnel as to avoid being spotted by anyone close. The tunnel in question having very heavy marks and slight collapsed holes in walls and the ceiling.

He steps carefully (not) and starts to run his hands along the cracks until he turns a corner and starts to see a sliver of light

Time skip

Inuyasha sat dow near a large lake complete with some rocks at the bottom of a water fall with a few fish swimming.

He had already set up a fire and was raping his foot in silk?. while eating some fish. (does Inuyasha eat fish raw or cooked?) And was looking out for something when started to smell his brother...

#yandere platonic #inuyasha #sesshomaru #yandere Sesshoumaru #yandere brother

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yanderespamton78 · 5 months

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for those following @turntableart's addison arg!! (sorry for the tag)

TIMELINE

APR 16 :

6:32 am : Turnons blog opened :D

APR 20 :

8:35 am : Turnon makes the poll about whether he should investigate smth weird addons doing (this shows that addon has been slightly suspicious since the start)

8:35 am : First morse code!!! With the poll

4:39 pm : “I miss my past” post (possibly relevant??)

4:53 pm : Maskons first post

4:54 pm : First interaction with maskon (through a comment on a post - he didn't yet have a proper blog)

7:24 pm : Addon makes a blog

8:01 pm : First interaction with the morse code entity

8:10 pm : Addon first translates what the morse code entity is saying

8:15 pm : the giftday party incident (i added this bc it makes me laugh a lot)

8:37 pm : rainbon mentioned. Possibly significant?

9:24 pm : We find out the morse code entity is actually turnon (im guessing right after the acident but i could be wrong) (the addisons never find this out)

9:47pm : First time the alphabet code entity speaks through turnons posts. Says “i think that's enough. you're scaring him. he's hurt, you wouldn't want him to dust would you?” presumably referring to the morse code entity. Right after this the morse code entity disappears, and any further interactions respond with “but no one came”

9:57 pm : Second interaction with alphabet code entity who says “stop talking to him you're giving him a headache”. Turnon complains about a headache. This is the first signs of a decline in his health. In the next post he says that hes going to go.

10:04 pm : Addon has been translating bits of the morse code for a bit now. The forth analysis ends up being corrupted, and all the characters are just black blocks.

APR 21 :

9:26 am : First post says that he got a nosebleed and passed out on his desk the previous night. He also mentions that when he woke up there was a cup of tea on his desk which he presumes is from addon but it was never confirmed.

10:59 am : Mentions that the strange people are back (mentioned in the poll) and that hes getting a nosebleed. Mentions in the next post that he feel really dizzy and is going back to his desk

11:34 am : Turnon describes a building pressure in his head like bugs.

11:50 am : Turnon says that the nosebleed stopped. Alphabet entity gets accused of being slick. It ignores the question and instead tells us to leave turnon alone as he’s stressed with work.

12:00 noon : This post from maskon? Not sure the relevance of the song. definitely creepy tho.

6:14 pm : Here addon confirms that turnon is in the medbay. This is later contradicted by addon himself.

6:14 pm : “turnon” says that he woke up and has no idea where he is. At 6:23 he tags addon for help.

6:19 pm : Addon says that he opened a zipped file and it shut down his pc. This is presumably what causes the medical documents to get leaked.

6:29 pm : “Turnon” says that he knows where he is and isn't happy about it. What??

6:52 pm : A few posts later “turnon” tells addon that he got hurt really badly. He says hes going to try to walk home against addons advice.

7:42 pm : Something happens and “turnon” starts making disturbing posts. They are in english but don’t have spaces. He seems frantic and scared and at 7:54 pm he doesnt respond to his own name, despite the fact that he mentions his goggles and crypton, which are obviously things that are unique to him.

7:50 pm : Addon responds to the first spaceless post and comments on how turnon couldn't be making the posts as he is unconscious in medbay

8:03 pm : When not-turnon is questioned on his name he says it is presson and seems confused. He says he found the phone in queens palace (if he is telling the truth, it would make sense why turnon was unhappy about where he was. Obviously he fell into the acid lake in queens mansion so its unsurprising that he would be on edge.)

8:20pm : Presson denies that it was him who typed the weird spaceless posts.

9:34 pm - 9:59 pm : Presson comments on how dark and run down seraphim is. When questioned on it addon says its probably something interdimensional or timeline based. At this point, his text starts glitching out. Addon tells presson to put the phone in the big machine, but presson says that it looks dangerous and he doesn't want to. He seems genuinely worried about dying, but addon insists he returns the phone. Finally, he puts it in the machine and you are no longer able to contact presson.

10:52 pm : when questioned on the weird glitchy text, he again chalks it up to interdimensional lag

If we go by addons version of events (which he talked about a few days later on the 24th) at about 6-7pm turnon went out and got badly injured. At about 8 pm some kind of entity (presson) took his phone, who addon electrocuted. At about 9 pm Turnon was found in an alleyway with some kind of black fluid gushing out of his nose.

APR 22 :

5:37 pm : confirmation that Maskon is Slick

8:28 pm : The first leak of Turnons medical documents.

9:07 pm - 9:53 pm : this whole saga... Look i know i put way too much trust into maskon and i apologise BUT ADDON STILL ISN’T TRUSTWORTHY!!

10:06 pm : Maskon refers to Turnon as his husband

APR 23 :

11:04 am : Turnon wakes up!! In a bad state but alive :3 also at 11:08 am he says that hes missing a few parts

4:08 pm : turnon is told about the (made up) debt issues

4:37 pm : turnon is shown his medical document. At 4:57 pm hes told not to tell addon about it.

5:24 pm : Turnon is told about presson. He also says that his last phone is blown up.

5:25 pm : Turnon talks about maskon

5:42 pm : Turnon mentions his legs feeling numb D:

7:20 pm : Turnon secretly spells out help !! wow !!

7:47 pm : second Turnon medical document leaked!! (at 8:23 pm i made fun of addon for being bad at stopping important docs from getting leaked)

8:34 pm : we find out about the hats

APR 24 :

12:51 pm : Click gets a blog!!

10:30 pm : Turnon makes a post asking how long is legs are supposed to be numb, and asking why his fingers are turning black. Click reblogs the post and says that hes coming over. After that turnon starts typing his posts really,,, bad,, theres no better way to describe it. After a minute Surf (ambyu-lance) takes the phone and click demands to speak to him and addon

APR 25 :

6:57 pm : the third medical document leaked. This hasn't been decoded yet, but the first bit seems to be in nihilistic cipher.

8:16 pm : Turnon makes a post, a picture he drew of himself with the caption “im a little sad, i'll get better”. When questioned on it he says that hes not used to the feeling of being useless.

8:32 pm : THE TAGS. THE TAGS. LOOK AT THE TAGS turnon makes a post. In the tags it says “hes getting worse” “oops did i say that? oh well.” My dumbass cant tell if this is turnip or turnon saying this but worth mentioning anyway.

9:15 pm - 9:37 pm : Clickon is questioned on whether he talked to Surf and Addon. He says that he did, and no one is completely sure whats up with Turnon. Clickon says that Turnons condition is worsening. Hes paler than usual, his fingers are black, and Clickon accidentally pulled out a clump of his hair. Click says that Turnon is a survivor, but even this makes him worried. After this, Addon reblogs the post saying that he didn't talk to clickon last night and theres no footage of Click entering the building. Click is obviously confused, to which Addon tells click to wake up and to stop living in his fantasies. After this Clickon says he feels weird.

9:20 pm : cool lil drawing. Not really relevant but i thought it was neat lol

9:35 pm : TURNON STANDS!!!! He mentions that his legs are black and hurt like hell but hes standing!! (at 9:53 pm he falls over D:)

9:37 pm : Click makes a post that simply reads “Somethings wrong.”

9:57 pm : When questioned if he's ok, clickon replies saying he never made it, before a wall of binary. It reads “Everything feels stuffy, Shadows I'm in my car, I think I'm being watched”. At 10:02 pm Addon reblogs the post saying “get out. Now.” before a string of numbers that haven't been decoded. At 10:09 pm Clickon reblogs the post again with another binary code, this time reading “I don't know where I'm going, My eyes, My eyes, I can barely see, Is it following me”

10:15 pm : Maskon makes some kind of post about Cotton candy. It translates to “i do like cotton candy dont you?”

10:23 pm : someone asks maskon / slick if he did anything to Clickon. Slick said he didn't want yellow to hang out with someone like that, but he deserves his freedom.

10:40 pm : Clickon makes a post in binary. It reads “The stars are beautiful tonight, The stars are beautiful tonight, The stars are beautiful tonight, The stars”

APR 26 :

Nothing from turnon all day.

7:35 am : Ice cream blog opened

2:07 pm : The runner of the Ice cream blog says that he uses the alias pinup (but for some reason, he can't disclose his real name. Could be for privacy reasons though.)

2:32 pm : Pinup gets a coat!! He comments on how it doesn’t have a tag for some reason

5:12 pm : Pinup mentions addon. He says that he sees addon as a friend but he isnt sure if addon feels the same.

3:39 pm : Clickon mentions he just woke up in the woods with a massive headache. He doesn't know how he got there.

3:42 pm - 4:26 pm : Complaining about various things. He mentions having frozen joints, so he probably slept in the woods all night. He says “at least hes alive” which means he probably thought he was genuinely going to die (or hes just being dramatic)

4:33 pm - 10:11 pm : lots of things happen in this thread. Firstly, Clickon says that it was him making the posts in binary. He says he vaguely remembers typing something out on his phone, and that he was very scared. The first two are relatively self explanatory, he was scared. The third one he said he remembered looking up at the stars. He describes everything feeling trippy and disorientating as he was running, and feeling like he was being chased. He ends up being told all about Slick and all that. He isnt actually too surprised?? He says that he is nearing the city and he can see buildings in the distance. Anyways Important Shit Happened Go read it

11:38 pm : Its confirmed that the reason why Turnon didn't post anything is because addon took away his phone.

APR 27 :

6:37 pm : Clickon updates us saying he got back to the city and after a rough night and is driving to seraphim, presumably to check on turnon

6:44 pm : Turnon makes a post saying hes going to walk home and addon doesnt know. At about 6:55 pm he passes out in the middle of the road. At this point he is disoriented from the pain medication and thinks he is back home.

6:58 pm : Clickon finds addon in the road and mistakes him for roadkill. By 7:04 pm turnon is in his car and they were going back to seraphim. At 7:14 pm he says that turnon is speaking gibberish.

7:15 pm : Addon says a taskforce has already been sent out to try find turnon

7:29 pm : no matter what turnip says, addon finds out that clickon has turnon and sends out a bunch of shit to stop him, presumably not realising that he has good intentions.

7:36 pm : Clickon gets fucking SHOT !! 2 mins later turnon also presumably gets shot. NICE!! Later addon confirms it was a tranquiliser dart.

7:51 pm : at this point both clickon and turnon have been captured. Addon refers to them as ”two ominous individuals” at 8:04 pm Addon reports that they have been hooked up to an experimental piece of darkner equipment that hurts them when they move.

8:19 pm : Clickon makes a post saying he doesn't want to die. Addon replied a few minutes later with what is essentially a threat (8:22 pm) and at 8:28 pm he ends up confirming that he knows about Slick

OUGH WHAT A DAY

THEN THERE'S THE 28TH!!!

APR 28 :

11:25 am : Turnon wakes up back at seraphim, chained to the bed and confused on why he is there, stating that hes supposed to be home.

5:17 pm : Turnon is acting weird. He is weirdly insistent to get home despite never complaining about the facilities at Seraphim, and says that he would break his leg to get home. At one point there is a font change. This is implied to be slick possessing him.

5:30 - 6:30 pm :Theres a whole thread thats very important. Despite there only being two accounts, there is obviously three people in the conversation. Turnon, Addon, and Slick. Addon seems insistent on getting Slick out, even if it involves hurting turnon (“You should be more carefully you signed the contract years ago now I can legally do whatever I wish to you to get the task finished. Parasite” “If not I can feed you to Melody, atleast someone should benefit from your pathetic existence.”). Turnon seems scared and confused. POOR FUCKING WET TOWEL I WANNA HUG HIM SO BAD POOR CREATURES BEEN THROUGH ENOUGH

@emiplayzmc @tdlizardshinynest take it you freaks /lh

i put all of the longer threads in one bit to make life easier for everyone

Im going to edit this when needed so itll probably be updated once every day or two

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This day in history

NEXT WEEKEND (June 7–9), I'm in AMHERST, NEW YORK to keynote the 25th Annual Media Ecology Association Convention and accept the Neil Postman Award for Career Achievement in Public Intellectual Activity.

#20yrsago Bradbury goes nuts over Fahrenheit 9/11 title https://web.archive.org/web/20051219090823/https://www.wnd.com/news/article.asp?ARTICLE_ID=38776

#15yrsago Ryanair serious about charging to use toilets in-flight, may charge extra “breathing fee” for inhaling during flight https://www.theguardian.com/business/2009/jun/02/ryanair-airline-oleary-toilet-charge

#15yrsago Jo Walton on THE SPACE MERCHANTS https://web.archive.org/web/20090612060824/http://www.tor.com/index.php

#15yrsago Roald Dahl on vaccinating your kids https://web.archive.org/web/20090606123639/http://www.childalert.co.uk/absolutenm/templates/newstemplate.asp?articleid=291&zoneid=2

#15yrsago Canadian copyright lobbyists leaned on “independent” researchers to change report on file-sharing https://web.archive.org/web/20090605230056/http://www.michaelgeist.ca/content/view/4025/125/

#10yrsago Russia’s army of paid astroturfers message-bomb western coverage of Ukraine https://www.buzzfeednews.com/article/maxseddon/documents-show-how-russias-troll-army-hit-america

#10yrsago A scarf woven from Jay Lake’s genome https://fishwrapper.wordpress.com/2013/08/12/jays-genome-project-part-3/

#10yrsago Riis’s “How the Other Half Lives”: photos of NYC slumlife in the Gilded Age https://web.archive.org/web/20140625121238/http://www.authentichistory.com/1898-1913/2-progressivism/2-riis/index.html

#10yrsago The more your job helps people, the less you’re paid (and vice-versa) https://www.salon.com/2014/06/01/help_us_thomas_piketty_the_1s_sick_and_twisted_new_scheme/

#10yrsago It’s not Net Neutrality that’s at stake, it’s Cable Company Fuckery https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fpbOEoRrHyU

#10yrsago Critical thinking vs education: Teaching kids math without “correct” answers https://powersfulmath.wordpress.com/2014/04/30/who-or-what-broke-my-kids/

#10yrsago Piketty’s methods: parsing wealth inequality data and its critique https://www.washingtonpost.com/news/wonk/wp/2014/05/30/pikettys-errors-arent-mistakes-theyre-questions-and-he-answered-them/

#5yrsago That woman who got fired for comparing Michelle Obama to an ape is now going to jail for defrauding FEMA https://www.nbcnews.com/news/us-news/woman-who-called-michelle-obama-ape-sentenced-jail-defrauding-fema-n1012936

#5yrsago The army of contractor-linguists who power Google Assistant say they had their wages stolen https://www.theguardian.com/technology/2019/may/28/a-white-collar-sweatshop-google-assistant-contractors-allege-wage-theft

#5yrsago Rumor: DoJ is going to investigate Google for antitrust violations https://www.cnbc.com/2019/05/31/doj-preparing-antitrust-probe-of-google---dow-jones.html

#5yrsago Stop saying “robots are coming for your job”; start saying “Your boss wants to replace you with a robot” https://gizmodo.com/robots-are-not-coming-for-your-job-management-is-1835127820

#5yrsago Ted Chiang’s “Op Ed From the Future”: socialized transhumanism vs American oligarchy https://www.nytimes.com/2019/05/27/opinion/ted-chiang-future-genetic-engineering.html

#5yrsago Report from the Fed reveals that “economic growth” is a highly localized phenomena, masking widespread financial desperation https://www.nakedcapitalism.com/2019/06/st-louis-fed-study-shows-rising-level-of-financial-desperation-among-the-poor-hidden-by-aggregates.html

#5yrsago All weekend, California Democrats booed neoliberal would-be presidents who talked down the Green New Deal and Medicare for All https://memex.craphound.com/2019/06/03/all-weekend-california-democrats-booed-neoliberal-would-be-presidents-who-talked-down-the-green-new-deal-and-medicare-for-all/

#5yrsago Speech Police: vital, critical look at the drive to force Big Tech to control who may speak and what they may say https://memex.craphound.com/2019/06/03/speech-police-vital-critical-look-at-the-drive-to-force-big-tech-to-control-who-may-speak-and-what-they-may-say/

#1yrago Washington State's capital gains tax proves we can have nice things https://pluralistic.net/2023/06/03/when-the-tide-goes-out/#passive-income

#pluralistic

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Pat Bagley, Salt Lake Tribune

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LETTERS FROM AN AMERICAN

January 19, 2024

HEATHER COX RICHARDSON

JAN 19, 2024

President Joe Biden today signed the continuing resolution that will keep the government operating into March.

Meanwhile, the stock market roared as two of the three major indexes hit new record highs. The S&P 500, which measures the value of 500 of the largest companies in the country, and the Dow Jones Industrial Average, which does the same for 30 companies considered to be industry leaders, both rose to all-time highs. The third major index, the Nasdaq Composite, which is weighted toward technology stocks, did not hit a record high, although its 1.7% jump was higher than that of the S&P 500 (1.2%) or the Dow (1.1%).

Investors appear to be buoyed by the fact the rate of inflation has come down in the U.S. and by news that consumers are feeling better about the economy. A report out today by Goldman Sachs Economics Research noted that consumer spending is strong and predicted that “job gains, positive real wage growth, will lead to around 3% real disposable income growth” and that “household balance sheets have strengthened.” It also noted that “[t]he US has led the way on disinflation,” and it predicted further drops in 2024. That will likely mean the sort of interest rate cuts the stock market likes.

The economic policies of the Biden-Harris administration have also benefited workers. The unemployment rate has been under 4% for more than two years, and wages have risen higher than inflation in that same period. Production is up as well, to 4.9% in the third quarter of 2023 (the U.S. growth rate under Trump even before the pandemic was 2.5%).

The administration has worked to end some of the most obvious financial inequities in the U.S., such as the unexpected “junk fees” tacked on to airline or concert tickets, or to car or apartment rentals. On Wednesday the Consumer Financial Protection Bureau announced a proposed rule for bank overdraft fees at banks that have more than $10 billion in assets.

While banks now can charge what they wish if a customer’s balance falls below zero, the proposed rule would allow them to charge no more than what it cost them to break even on providing overdraft services or, alternatively, an industry-wide fee that reflects the amount it costs to deal with overdrafts: $3, $6, $7, or $14. The amount will be established after a public hearing period.

Ken Sweet and Cora Lewis of the Associated Press note that while the average overdraft is $26.61, some banks charge as much as $39 per overdraft. The CFPB estimates that in the past 20 years, banks have collected more than $280 billion in overdraft fees. (One bank’s chief executive officer named his boat “Overdraft.”) Over the past two years, pressure has made banks cut back on their fees and they now take in about $8 billion a year from those overdraft fees.

Bankers say regulation is unnecessary and will force them to end the overdraft service, pushing people out of the banking system. Biden said that the rule would save U.S. families $3.5 billion annually.

The administration has also addressed the student loan crisis by reexamining the loan histories of student borrowers. An NPR investigation led by Cory Turner revealed that banks mismanaged loans, denying borrowers the terms under which they had signed on to them. Rather than honoring the government’s promise that so long as a borrower paid what the government thought was reasonable on a loan for 20 or 25 years (undergrad or graduate), the debt would be forgiven, banks urged borrowers to put the loan into “forbearance,” under which payments paused but the debt continued to accrue interest, making the amount balloon.

The Education Department has been reexamining all those old loans to find this sort of mismanagement as well as other problems, like borrowers not getting credit for payments to count toward their 20 years of payments, or borrowers who chose public service not receiving the debt relief they were promised.

Today the administration announced $4.9 billion of student debt cancellation for almost 74,000 borrowers. That brings the total of borrowers whose debt has been canceled to 3.7 million Americans, with an erasure of $136.6 billion. Nearly 30,000 of today’s relieved borrowers had been in repayment for at least 20 years but never got the relief they should have; nearly 44,000 had earned debt forgiveness after 10 years of public service as teachers, nurses, and firefighters.

Biden has been traveling the country recently, touting how the economic policies of the Biden-Harris administration have benefited ordinary Americans. In Emmaus, Pennsylvania, last Friday he visited a bicycle shop, a running shoe store, and a coffee shop to emphasize how small businesses are booming under his administration: in the three years since he took office, there have been 16 million applications to start new businesses, the highest number on record.

Biden was in Raleigh, North Carolina, yesterday to announce another $82 million in support for broadband access, bringing the total of government infrastructure funding in North Carolina during the Biden administration to $3 billion.

On social media, the administration compared its investments in the American people to those of President Franklin Delano Roosevelt’s New Deal in the 1930s, which were enormously popular.

They were popular, that is, until those opposed to business regulation convinced white voters that the government’s protection of civil rights, which came along with its protection of ordinary Americans through regulation of business, provision of a basic social safety net, and promotion of infrastructure, meant redistribution of white tax dollars to undeserving Black people.

The same effort to make sure that ordinary Americans don’t work together to restore basic fairness in the economy and rights in society is visible now in the attempt to attribute a recent Boeing airplane malfunction, in which a door panel blew off mid-flight, to diversity, equity, and inclusion (DEI) efforts. Tesnim Zekeria at Popular Information yesterday chronicled how that accusation spread across the right-wing ecosystem and onto the Fox News Channel, where Fox Business host Sean Duffy warned: “This is a dangerous business when you’re focused on DEI and maybe less focused on engineering and safety.”

As Zekeria explains, “this narrative has no basis in fact.” Neither Boeing nor its supplier, Spirit AeroSystems, is particularly diverse, either at the workforce level, where minorities make up 35% of Boeing employees and 26% of those at Spirit AeroSystems, or on the corporate ladder, where the overwhelming majority of executives are white men. Zekeria notes that right-wing media figures have also erroneously blamed last year’s train derailment in Ohio and the collapse of the Silicon Valley Bank on DEI initiatives.

The real culprit at Boeing, Zekeria suggests, was the weakened regulations on Boeing and Spirit thanks to more than $65 million in lobbying efforts.

Perhaps an even more transparent attempt to keep ordinary Americans from working together is the attacks former Fox News Channel personality Tucker Carlson has launched against Vice President Kamala Harris, calling her “a member of the new master race” who “must be shown maximum respect at all times, no matter what she says or does.” Philip Bump of the Washington Post noted yesterday that this construction suggests that Harris, who identifies as both Black and Indian, represents all nonwhite Americans as a united force opposed to white Americans.

But Harris’s actions actually represent something else altogether. She has crossed the country since June 2022, when the Supreme Court overturned the 1973 Roe v. Wade decision that recognized the constitutional right to abortion, talking about the right of all Americans to bodily autonomy. That the Supreme Court felt able to take away a constitutional right has worried many Americans about what they might do next, and people all over the country have been coming together in opposition to the small minority that appears to have taken over the levers of our democracy.

Driving the wedge of racism into that majority coalition seems to be a desperate attempt to stop ordinary Americans from taking back control of the country.

LETTERS FROM AN AMERICAN

HEATHER COX RICHARDSON

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The World We Knew ~ Part 3

A Y/N and Soap McTavish story

CW: violence and swearing

After taking that enormous leap over the cliff, Soap rises from the water and looks around to see where I am. However, he cannot see you; all he can see is the area of trees that formed the forest, the bridge up ahead in his line of sight.

"You guys doing good?" just as Alejandro's body is completely out of the lake, he turned to the group and yells. The chilling air hits the warmth of his skin as small droplets of water fall from his face and wet hair.

"Afirm" Ghost yells as soon as Ghost's head entered Soap's field of vision, the mask he was wearing changed color, becoming a darker shade of black because of the water.

"Soap?"

"Good"

"Flash?" Alejandro begins to start roll call as Soap turn his head around to see I mean you had jumped first and you should have submerged before he and ghost were the last ones to jump.

before panic can set in on soap, you submerged from the waters with your hair drenched along with your clothes and vest small droplets of water dripping from the your hair to your face.

"Here" Your head quickly poked through the water, quickly opening your mouth for air. That promise of relief was quickly cut off as your mouth flooded with water, your soaked gator mask making it quite difficult to breathe properly without getting water in your nose or mouth.

"Move down to the river to the bridge, Use the rocks for cover."

you swim following behind the rest of the team and keeping an eye out for enemies that pursue ahead, you shiver ahead despite trying to distract yourself from the bone-chilling waters and your lungs screaming for a break from all this wild goose chase, But part of you wanted to stay underwater deeply submerged, only the silence begin your company and the sun shining down on you from under the water as it reflects on the waters.

It brought back memories from home, back in Mami. your childhood home at the beach oh how you spent your days down at the beach, sitting on the white warm sand seeing the sun shining down the waves making sparkles, and hearing the waves rolling with the seagulls flying over the waters.

“All stations, this is Victor-0-1, How copy??”

A sharp voice broke through all radios; however, the signal was quite scratchy and difficult to make out.

“-dow 1! Do you-? -ay again, -o you re-?”

“Radio’s picking up somethin’.” Soap spoke up, trying to make something from the sound as he swam along behind you.

“Sounds American.” Ghost confirmed, maintaining close pace behind Alejandro.

Its probably Graves and your unit hopefully they would be at the bridge waiting for you and the others you think as you keep on swimming following behind Ghost.

gunfire began to echoing through the air, bullets pelting the water near Alejandro and the rest of the team. It quickly brought your attention towards what the Colonel was focused on, making out all the parked trucks and jeeps along the riverbanks, camo dressed tactical clad soldiers wielding assault rifles in your direction.

“Here they come! Weapons free!” Alejandro ordered, quickly submerging his head under water to move out of the soldier’s line of sights.

Dipping your head under, you swam below the surface, using the sunlight to see where you were going, following Alejandro’s body for guidance. you submerged and cover behind a rock pulling your rifle out and shooting the enemies ahead of you who are trailing your team.

"This damn river is slowing us down. mate" ghost yells toward Alejandro while shooting from behind the rocks and ducking for cover.

“It gets shallow up ahead! Swim up, keep moving!”

Gazing up ahead, you finally spotted Bridge, a very old-looking bridge in the far distance. Fortunately, loads of what looked to be military vehicles lined along the surface, various soldiers treading towards your position or scoping from the bridge.

“They’re not ours!” Alejandro alerted instantly, shutting down all hopes for the possibility of reinforcements giving a helping hand. “Fuck, it’s the army!”

As Alejandro mentioned, the water became shallower; you could feel big, heavy boulders under the bottoms of your boots as you continued to swim. Your weary legs found short comfort after wading in the waters, but soon the strain of your feet attempting to find solid ground became a challenge.

You regained your bearings and dove for shelter behind a large boulder, taking up position between Ghost and Soap. The rest of you were left concentrating on the men on the bridge while Soap handled the soldiers that rushed over on the far right of the riverbanks.

When you realized you only had a few shots left in your rifle, you grunted angrily in response to the pointless trigger clicks before ducking under cover as you heard the bullets hit the rock your back was forced up against. As Alejandro's radios picked up a familiar voice, Ghost hurriedly ducked down to reload and reached for one of his spare magazines.

“ This is Shadow-1! Engaging the bridge north of your position! Danger close!”

“Who the hell is that??”

“Commander Graves and Our Shadow Company! They’re with me!” you yelled to the Colonel, tilting his head up towards the skies.

In a matter of seconds, large rockets descended on the bridge, igniting the automobiles. The soldiers inside and around them were destroyed when bright, blazing clouds suddenly broke into the skies. The bridge's rusty metal foundation was badly weakened by the impact's dramatic cracking of the asphalt.

As the steel buckled under the weight, it fell inwards on itself as the roads gave way, carrying with them the once-stout frames that held the bridge together. Loud creaks and screeches reverberated through the heavens.

It was a magnificent sight to behold, but a small, quickly buried memory started to come back to mind, reminding you of the last time you had witnessed a bridge collapse with such ferocity and violence.

All stations, no enemy movement detected. You’re clear. ” Graves announced. “It’s good to see you, boys! and y/n!”

"About damn time, I thought you up or die or some shit Graves." you radioed back to him while having a smirk on your face.

"Likewise" Ghost stood up from his squat position. Alejandro turned his attention away from the image of one of the oldest bridges he was aware of that was no longer there as he stood up straight.

"This way," Alejandro said and started to lead the group once more, leading to the far left to get out of the river.

Your body's tension was temporarily relieved, but you were left dealing with the revolting, uncomfortable feeling of your drenched, damp gear and clothing adhering to your body.

Stepping out of the river, you felt streams of water seeping down your body, wetting the parched dirt beneath you. With every step you took, the squeak of your wet boots made you cringe in annoyance, yet you restrained yourself from grumbling.

“Graves, we’ve located a vehicle for exfil.”

“ Roger that. Be advised, we got a possible hit on Hassan, two klicks north of your position.”

“That’s cartel land. They have a compound there.” Alejandro sprinted ahead after discovering a truck with a camouflage pattern that had been left behind by Mexican soldiers.

Alejandro quickly unlocks the driver's door and climbs inside. Even though he was soaked, Soap nevertheless managed to outrun you and rush the passenger-side door, leaving you to board the vehicle with the Lieutenant.

It was even more awkward than you had anticipated to get into the truck's backseat.

You slid inside and shut the vehicle door, leaving a squeaky sound in the leather seats. Ghost slammed the door shut after entering from the left side and taking a seat. Even though there was a considerable amount of space between the two of you, you still wanted to grab Soap by his mohawk and order him to move over so you could sit next to him.

“You fellas good to roll up Hassan with some fire from the sky?” Graves asked.

“Let’s wrap this fucker up, Graves.” Soap happily exclaimed, still finding ways to keep positive despite the crazed situation everyone has been through so far.

you smiled at his expression and gave him a smirk from the driver's rear mirror, he made eye contact with you giving back a smile which you return with a wink.

“ Solid copy. We are pushing to the target di-rectly. Shadow-1 out.”

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overmyemptycoffin · 9 months

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excerpt from my novel

hope y'all enjoy a small bit of the novel I'm attempting to write. wish me luck!

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Summer 25 was a summer to remember.

I was twenty, young, and full of life. The Maine coast stretched beneath my fingertips, and I drifted lazily through the pleasant days that late May offered me. I felt more alive than I had in any summer since I was sixteen and yet, as the May days lengthened into June sunsets, I couldn’t help but wonder why I had come to visit my grandparents, this year of all years. Since starting college in the Midwest, Maine had felt further and further away. But now as my plane landed in Boston, and I dragged myself onto the bus homeward, I felt the child in me stir once again. Yes, the highway and the distinct lack of people greeted me as I rode toward Milo in my grandfather’s Subaru. Yes, I thought to myself, this summer. This summer is going to be different.

The midmorning sun filtered down on my skin as I woke in the third-floor room that had once belonged to my mother. I stretched widely and remembered my surroundings. Maine. My home before all other homes. Born and bred, I was back with my roots once more. As I stood up from the antique metal bed frame and ever so slightly lumpy mattress that creaked with the morning freshness, I became giddy with the joy of my youth. I was twenty years old, with a decent frame and I had a new haircut. In all ways but emotional range, I was a very comely bachelorette. I had dreamed of this summer all dreary semester long, as I slaved at university. My books weren’t my focus like they had been in the beginning. After one failed romance after another, I was worn thin. I wanted to be young at heart again, so with very little thought for my financial well-being, I planned my 4-month trip to my hometown. As it was then, Milo held some very keen resemblance to the university town I had spent most of my time in, but to my fresh eyes, it was beautiful in every way. For, wasn’t it over the hill that my father lay six feet below? And wasn’t it over the next hill that I had my first kiss? And then, behind the elementary school, my favorite swing set in all of Piscataquis County? It was going to be the best four months of my whole college career, and I had promised myself that much. This promise of good times was only one piece of the vow I had made to myself. The second aspect is far more unlikely and masochistic. I promised myself that no matter the young man, I would not fall in love. Damn love and all expressions of it, I said to the dresser mirror as I slipped on a cardigan. Damn, love to heaven whence it came.

These thoughts rang out as I finished preparing my outfit and scampered down the two flights of stairs, which led to the ground floor of my grandparents’ hundred- and eighty-year-old home. The floors creaked beneath the weight of my exuberance for the surprises that waited on my gram’s kitchen table. Doughnuts from the café down the road! And my favorite kind at that.

“Ah Elaine’s been up all night baking again, I guess. Thanks to her for these splendid Boston cremes.” I proclaimed merrily to the ear of my favorite grandparents out of them all.

“Got the ones you like best, if I remember rightly,” Gramp said with a foggy twinkle in his eye.

“Yes, but you have to have a proper breakfast as well Annie Grace.” My gram cautioned with a careful tone. “wouldn’t want to spoil your whole day with one sweet too soon.” Gram’s voice was gentle and stern all at once. It felt good to be home, with them encouraging and chiding in waves and bouts.

“Course Gramp, you always remember. I’ll make an egg or some Gram, I won’t spoil myself just yet. I haven’t even been a day or so yet without my college chaps beating on me for my food.” I teased. Gram smiled and turned back to the stove. Gramp chuckled thickly and stood at the door.

“Bobby and I are headed down to the lake to see about the last of the gravel getting laid down for the road Melanie. If you two want to go out later tomorrow to open the camp I can take us out after my appointment in Bangor. But I’ll have to nap after, or I’ll be ill for it.” Gramp told Gram with a look of hesitation. But Gram had no such hesitation about her.

“Sure Bob, I think it’ll do Annie and me some good to stay here today. That way we can finish packing up the last of the things from the attic to bring down to the lake with us. Then Annie can drive with you tomorrow, so your head won't hurt so badly after the shots.” Gram smiled warmly and glanced my way as if getting my approval of this plan.

“Sounds about right to me,” I replied.

Gramp nodded and then left to meet Bobby on the road out of town toward Bradford. They had a gravel road, and Gram and I headed to the attic. We had memories to uncover.

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the end, for now.

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baenxietydad · 1 year

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Girl, The Old Bisexual Men Are Pining

On account of Hatter being in his jealous bitch era<3

@davidhatter

Ceilings - Lizzy McAlpine

But it's not real And you don't exist And I can't recall the last time I was kissed It hits me in the car And it feels like the end of a movie I've seen before

For Hatter's delulu girl moment

Tornado Warnings - Katie Lynne Sharbaugh

I don’t find a thing alarming, not even tornado warnings Come blow me away I need some fresh air anyway Maybe in my younger years it would have been a bigger fear When everything was new And danger was exciting, too

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Time rolls on just like a river, don’t know when I got so bitter Think I’m in a drought There’s nothing to write home about Drag myself to social practice, guess that’s how I stay distracted

주저하는 연인들을 위해 (For Lovers Who Hesitate) - Jannabi

Then, when night comes We will carve our own secret I place a bookmark on the night that will become memorable, and open it up without anyone knowing

I can’t throw away my growing heart (feelings) without looking at it Even if that day comes again someday

Oceans - Seafret

It feels like there's oceans Between you and me once again We hide our emotions Under the surface and try to pretend

Touch Love - Yoon Mirae (from the Master's Sun OST)

I want to reach my hands out and hold you but I feel like you'll go further away so I just linger around you

It's fine if I cannot touch you It's fine if I cannot hug you

Going To Georgia - The Mountain Goats

The most remarkable thing about you Standing in the doorway is that it's you And that you are standing in the doorway And you smile as you ease the gun from my hand And I am frozen with joy right where I stand

I'd Like To Walk Around In Your Mind - Vashti Bunyan

I'd like to walk around in your mind someday I'd like to walk all over the things you say to me I'd like to run and jump on your solitude I'd like to rearrange your attitude to me You say you just want peace and you'd never hurt anyone You see the end before the beginning has ever begun I would disturb your easy tranquility I'd turn away the sad impossibility of your smile

To Be Alone With You - Sufjan Stevens

I'd swim across Lake Michigan I'd sell my shoes I'd give my body to be back again In the rest of the room To be alone with you

So Tender - Say Sue Me

The cheeks of a newborn baby Got that feeling when you touch me I know it's a butterfly on a flower But that feeling is forever The breeze that shakes your hair A goodnight song sung by mother You came up to me like that so tender

It Had To Be You - Motion City Soundtrack

All this time and everything's changed but I still feel the same All good things eventually end and get washed down the drain What a disaster it would be if you discovered that I cared A little too much for friends but not enough to share

Jenny (Acoustic Verison) - Studio Killers

I wanna ruin our friendship We should be lovers instead I don't know how to say this ...

Jenny, take my hand 'Cause we are more than friends I cannot pretend Why I never like your new boyfriends

I Listened - Apes of The State

And I'm scared that this list is too long that I can't fit all these things into a song And still keep your attention So, I'm trying hard to mention some important things that I feel will really demonstrate Just how well that I listened

Like how you said, with tears in your eyes, that you wish that being grateful was enough to keep you from feelin' sad all the time And that your favorite flowers are impatiens And that when you love somebody you wait patiently for them

It's giving how Hatter remembers everything Mr. Bae ever says to him, because that's what you do when he's just your Bro tm

Come Over - Noah Kahan

And my mouth was designed for my foot to fit in it Oh, the words they went missin' when the stock market crashed And the Dow Jones keeps falling, but I promise you, darling With the view in the morning, you won't ever go back

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But I'm in the business of losing your interest And I turn a profit each time that we speak

#r: hatfish #the way i manged to fit 3 songs by korean artists on here #y'all thought you would ever escape the mountain goats HA fools get rekt this is a marlin playlist

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