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ethan edwards x fem! reader

warnings?: alcohol, cursing, fluff fluff FLUFF, and one kiss!

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you found yourself dancing with a drink in your hand, in the living room of none other than, the hockey team.

of course you were looped in with them pretty well, being close with some of the girlfriends, class with some of the guys and one of them you were particularly close with.

the one who got teased for being the only singleton besides luca, but luca was mostly left out of the mess with his dating history. not that it was bad, he just dated one of their sisters and now they want him single, leaving no one else other than ethan.

you danced in the close quarters, hoping and praying that somehow the crowd would push you and ethan closer together so you could finally talk to him. almost instantly, you were pushed along running into him, like your wish was granted.

“oh hey y/n, you look amazing.” ethan says eyeing you up and down. the two of you had a little something going on that you kept a secret, almost against your will. it hadn’t been very long though, you hadn’t even kissed him before.

“hi ethan, thank you.” you reply smiling as the small talk flowed naturally for a few minutes. ethan grew irritated as the guy behind him kept stepping back and leaning on him, you could tell his annoyance was growing by the second.

“hey dude, could you fucking stop.” ethan says loudly. suddenly the guy turns, elbow flying straight into ethan’s nose.

“oh sorry didn’t see you there.” he says in a mocking tone, turning back around. once ethan finally removed his hands you saw the blood start to drip.

“fuck ed, you’re bleeding.” you say tilting his chin up to keep it from dripping onto his white shirt.

“i am?” he asks.

“yes babe, come on.” you reply as you grab onto his hand, pulling him up the stairs and into his bedroom, which conveniently had a bathroom. you shut the door behind you quickly and looked around.

“can you sit on the bed for me? and keep your chin up please.” you shout from the bathroom.

“yes maam.” he teases from a few feet away, a red blush flushing over your features. you rolled up a few sheets up toilet paper and stuck it in his nostril to soak up the mess that could’ve been made.

“that guy was such a dick, did it hurt?” you ask, standing in front of him.

“it happened too quickly i’m honestly not even sure, but it does hurt a little now.” he says, observing that it’s definitely not broken.

“he’s a pussy, he couldn’t even break it.” he laughs. a few minutes go by allowing the blood to dry. carefully you pull the tissue out and toss it to his trash can, handing him one more sheet.

“make sure you’re all done.” you say and he nods, wiping the dried blood from his nostril.

“all good.” he says, setting the tissue on his nightstand.

“good, i kept your shirt from a stain.” you smile as you place your hands on either side of his face, his arm wrapping around your hips and pulling you between his legs.

“thank you for cleaning me up y/n.” he says lowly.

“yeah of course, it’s no problem.” you reply locking eyes with him.

his face inches forward quickly with a smile on his face.

“can i kiss you?” he asks still moving forward, his grin growing wider.

“no, not here ethan, not now.” you giggle, turning your head to the side, his lips hitting the corner of your mouth.

“fuck, you’re better at this than i am.” he sighs, a glimmer in his eye. you wrap the boy up in a tight hug, one of your hands toying with the hair on the back of his head as he presses sweet kisses from your neck all the way across your collarbone to the tip of your shoulder. you smiled as you sighed, loving the intimate moments you shared with him. he kisses left hot impressions on your skin without question. they made you wish you could just make him yours in a house full of people, but you wouldn’t dare. especially not with the door unlocked.

“you’re so damn cute right now, you know that?” he says pulling away, his hands unwrapping from your back straight to your waist.

“thank you handsome.” you say, your arms wrapping back around him as you pressed a handful of kisses to his cheek. you could feel the smile on his cheeks as you hugged onto him, never wanting to let him go. his arms were now one of the few places you really felt comfortable.

“it’s getting late, should i walk you home?” he asks, pulling away for the last time.

“if we can sneak out unnoticed, yes.” you smile as he nods, opening his bedroom door for you.

the two of you made your escape with ease, everyone too drunk to realize you were even still there in the first place. you and ethan remained buzzed, but far from drunk. you walked around the neighborhood for what seems like hours before you finally made it to your front porch.

“this is it isn’t it?” he asks, dropping your hand as you walked up the steps to your front door.

“yep.” you sighs, wanting nothing more for him to just kiss you in this moment. you were alone and far from any possible spies.

“i’ll see you tomorrow?” he asks, placing light hands on your waist, preparing to hug you again.

“of course.” you smile lightly as he pulls you in for one of the warmest hugs he’d ever given you. slowly, he pulls away locking eyes with you before leaning in and locking his lips onto yours.

finally.

his lips fit on yours like a perfect match. they were soft and sweet just like you’d imagined in all the fake scenarios you’d created in your head to make you feel better about your situation. his grip on your waist squeezed one last time before pulling away with a smile on his face and his eyes shut, looking straight at the ground.

“what?” you giggle.

“nothing baby, it’s nothing. god you don’t understand how long i’ve been waiting to do that.” he sighs out in relief.

“well if you were wondering, it was amazing but i think i need a few more to really give you a good review.” you smile, your hands finding their way to his cheeks as he pulled you flush against his chest for another one. this kiss more natural and loving, even better than the first.

“i guess i should be getting back now.” he frowns as the two of you pull away, pressing a kiss to your hand before turning his back to you.

“eddy wait.” you call out to him.

“yeah?”

“i don’t want you walking all that way by yourself,” you half lie, “why don’t you stay with me? my parents aren’t home.”

“are you sure?”

“yes baby, come on.” you reply waving him back, tugging him into your front door by his shirt.

the next morning, you were finally able to wake up by his side for the first time. your eyes fluttered open as the brunette laid peacefully asleep next to you. you took it all in as you both laid there, your fingers raking through his soft hair. he groans after a few strokes, yawning as his eyes flickered open

“good morning sleepy head.” you giggle.

“good morning pretty girl.” he smiles lightly, pulling you to his chest as he pressed light kisses all over your face.

if you could never leave this moment, let alone the last 24 hours, you wouldn’t. you wanted to stay wrapped up in him forever if you could. and maybe you could even finally tell your friends about him.

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Homo Sordidus

sordidus, a, um (sordes), schmutzig, unsauber, unflätig, I) eig.: vestis, Liv.: tunica, Iustin.: catena (Ggstz. aurea), Sen.: lana, Ov.: amictus, Verg.: fumus, Hor.: terga suis, geräucherter Schweinsrücken, Ov.: rura, Verg.: sordido in loco (auf dem Abtritt) sedere, Val. Max. 9, 13, 2 ed. Halm. – II) übtr.: 1) niedrig, gering, armselig, verächtlich, unbedeutend, homo, Cic.: reus, Cic.: sordidi nati, armselige, Hor. carm. 2, 18, 28: verba, Quint.: homo sordido loco natus, Liv.: oratores sordidiores, artes sordidiores, Cic.: ut quisque sordidissimus videbitur, je niedriger in seinen Verhältnissen einer in den Augen der Leute erscheint, Cic.: genus Agathoclis, Iustin.: a sordidis initiis ad summa crescere, Iustin. – 2) niederträchtig, unedel, schmählich, schimpflich, iste omnium turpissimus et sordidissimus, Cic.: multo homo sordidissimus, Cic. – sord. lucrum, Quint.: illiberales et sordidi quaestus, Cic.: sord. adulterium, Liv.: pecuniam praeferre amicitiae sordidum existimant, Cic.: cum quibus comparari sordidum est, Cic. – bes. knickerig, schmutzig geizig (Ggstz. praelautus), homo, Cic.: cupido, Hor.: aedilis, der für Geld pflichtwidrig gehandelt hat, Suet.: caelum fatigas sordido periurio, Phaedr.

Karl Ernst Georges: Ausführliches lateinisch-deutsches Handwörterbuch. Hannover 81918 (Nachdruck Darmstadt 1998), Band 2, Sp. 2735.

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Eine Rezension von Philosophy of Dirt – was bedeutet es, sauber zu sein?

Der Philosoph Olli Lagerspetz beschäftigt sich mit Schmutzigkeit und der Mode für Dreck in der Kunst

PD Smith

Sa. 24. Feb. 2018 07.01 EST (The Guardian)

Der Philosoph Olli Lagerspetz stellt fest, dass es in Kontinentaleuropa ein weit verbreitetes Stereotyp gibt, wonach die Briten „übermäßig gern Badewannen und lauwarmes Wasser mögen … aber ansonsten einen zweifelhaften Sinn für Hygiene haben“. Dies bestätigte sich für ihn, als sein erstes Kind im neu erbauten Singleton Hospital in Swansea zur Welt kam: „Wir wurden in den Kreißsaal geführt, wo der Boden mit einem Teppich geschmückt war. Ein Teppich." Er stellt fest, dass „in den nordischen Ländern nicht an Teppiche in Kreißsälen zu denken ist“.

Die Unterscheidung zwischen sauber und schmutzig ist ein universelles Organisationsprinzip in der menschlichen Gesellschaft, ebenso wie richtig und falsch: „Homo sapiens ist auch Homo sordidus – nicht nur das rationale Tier, sondern auch das schmutzige (und saubere) Tier.“ Heutzutage ist Schmutz in Mode. In jeder modernen Kunstgalerie gibt es Werke, die aus „dem Grundstoff“ bestehen: weggeworfenen Lebensmitteln, Menstruationsblut oder Urin, wie zum Beispiel „ Piss Christ“ von Andres Serrano . Dies sei, so argumentiert Lagerspetz, eine Reaktion auf den von den Modernisten gepredigten Kult der Rationalität und Reinheit: „Das Schmutzige ist jetzt echtes Leben, das Saubere ist Plastik, während unsere Sehnsucht nach Reinheit als Angst vor dem Leben selbst in all seinen chaotischen Details erscheint.“ .“

Lagerspetz‘ Buch untersucht, was wir unter „Dreck“ verstehen und ob es sich dabei um eine tatsächliche Qualität der Welt handelt oder, wie die meisten aktuellen theoretischen Arbeiten uns glauben machen wollen, um eine auf die Realität projizierte subjektive Idee. Lagerspetz dekonstruiert den einfachen Reduktionismus von Theoretikern, für die „Dreck nicht wirklich Dreck, sondern etwas anderes ist“. Dazu gehören Koryphäen wie Mary Douglas (für die Schmutz lediglich „fehl am Platz befindliche Materie“ war) und Julia Kristeva, die seiner Meinung nach Schmutz „in die nebligen Regionen der Symbolik“ verbannt hat. Er glaubt, dass dies ein Fehler ist, der entstanden ist, weil „die Materie nicht als seltsam genug wahrgenommen wird“.

Stattdessen argumentiert er, dass wir „ein zwiespältiges“ Verhältnis zur materiellen Welt und insbesondere zum Schmutz haben. Wir nehmen die Welt um uns herum als eine Ansammlung neutraler physischer Objekte und als ein Netzwerk sinnvoll verbundener Dinge wahr. Für uns ist Schmutz sowohl eine reale Qualität der Welt als auch Teil einer symbolischen, kulturell relativen Ordnung. Lagerspetz argumentiert, dass „keine Seite der Medaille wegerklärt werden sollte“: Homo sordidus braucht beides im Kampf um Sauberkeit. Und ein Teppich im Kreißsaal eines Krankenhauses könnte akzeptabel sein – zumindest in Großbritannien.

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𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄, 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐒 '𝐏𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄, 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊'𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐎. still set his skin buzzing from the slightest contact of the man's arms wrapped 'round them, however brief in greeting. still narrowed the breadth of their focus 'til all else faded from few, as if enshrouded in fog. 'til there was only jack : a lighthouse. all these months and ed could still crack up on the rocks of him. would have done so WILLINGLY, once upon a time ; the reality is more reluctant now.

they melted, boneless, against the other's embrace for only a moment ere he could steel himself. a thick swallow, jaw set tense. he was grounded by the slow drag of his captain's palm, down to the small of their back. it pulled them from their reverie. ❛ rackham. ❜ an acknowledgement and NOTHING MORE. no further address, no move to embrace the man in return ( every nerve of their body ached for it, begged him to ). surname, because his voice would break 'pon the first.

then he heard IZZY'S VOICE, and it was as though the world shifted back into sharp focus.

their hands twitched at their sides with the immediate desire to reach out. to touch him, to ensure he was real, that nothing had befallen him in their absence. but izzy was tense, professional ; ed knew to wait. knew this was business, and was smart enough to keep his MOUTH SHUT 'til his captain addressed him so.

❛ izzy comes with us. ❜ it leapt from their tongue before ned had even finished prompting him. he bit down on his bottom lip, too late to stop the blatant display of allegiance. their show of cards. well, what's done is done. ❛ if he refuses ... ❜ a pause, brown eyes flit to their dearest friend at last. ❛ then he goes free, no questions asked. if he dies today, so do i. ❜ how it had always been ; the two of them, TETHERED for eternity.

edward cleared their throat and looked back to ned. turned fully to him, offering his full attention, as if the two adjacent them were an after thought. ❛ most of the crew would be assets, captain. disciplined, for pirates, and good fuckin' fighters. the rose pink's about full, but they could swell the ranks of your other fleet ships when we dock next. ❜ a pouted bottom lip caught betwixt his teeth, WORRIED to redness. they knew it was much to ask, to take them all. a concession would need to be made.

❛ those closest to ol' ben would have too great a risk of dissent. i can only think of five who'd be a problem. ❜ head dipped to tuck a dark wave behind his ear that had fallen from his HAPHAZARD bun. their gaze flit, obscured, to jack. quick as a whip. the man had always been hornigold's favourite. ❛ rogers, scott, de groot, singleton ... dufresne. ❜

he couldn't do it. couldn't name jack and throw him to the wolves.

a palm rose to settle at ned's chest. head canted, as if purposeful, to make visible more of the silken collar 'round his throat : a show of their loyalty. ❛ bring 'em aboard an' i'll take care of it myself. i'm sure they'd appreciate a familiar face, 'fore i flay theirs. ❜

Ned eyed Edward's face with interest, thumb running an absent minded trail over his collar. Eyes not moving from their face, he released a sharp whistle, a call for his men to start accepting surrenders. Not all of Hornigold's former crew stopped fighting, some knowing well what Ned and his crew did with prisoners - knowing they were dead either way and better to make it fast. Most however either didn't recognize the danger in surrender or recognized Edward and hoped, perhaps, for some special favor.

Ned was relieved. Edward doing the deed himself, killing his former captain by his own hand was a large step in a greater design. Yes, there had been violence abound since Edward had joined his crew, but nothing so personal. That they managed to do such a thing now without flinching? It bode very well for Edward's future.

And it deserved a reward.

"Tell me dear one. What shall we do with the dead man's crew?" He had a passing interest on what Edward would say, but it was no test - an offer. Ned would follow Edward's requests, just this once, even if they contradicted the usual way of the Rose Pink. He did not want to push too far, too fast. Edward had far too many personal connections on the ship for Ned to feel confident in eviscerating them all without some sort of pushback from the other man.

He had to show restraint for the benefit of the long run, something he had to firmly repeat to himself, as before Edward had an opportunity to answer, the brute arrived. Oh, how Ned would love to show the brute how to use a bullwhip to its full potential. The brute threw his arms around Edward with a greeting that sounded cheerful - if not for the fury in his eyes, "Christ, Eddie! Couldn't have at least said goodbye, you fucker?"

Jack doesn't know how Ed had gotten himself wrapped up so tightly by Ned Low of all people, but he knows that at the moment, surrounded by Low and his crew, there would be no taking out his fear and worry out with misplaced swinging fists or viciously cruel words. He wanted to throttle Ed. He wanted to wrap him up in his arms and never let go. But above all else, he wanted to survive, and when he could feel the eerily cool gaze of a predator on him, a mere few feet behind Ed, Jack controlled himself.

Indeed, Ned was staring at Jack, staring at Edward, eyes cool, but not cold, simply taking mental notes, building on what he knew about this little connection Edward had. Ned lets his hand drop from Ed's neck, runs it down Edward's back, slow, a silent reminder just who they looked to for hugs and other such affection now, before he draws away completely, interest turning at a new approach.

The puppy showed a larger abundance of caution than the brute had, but that was hardly a surprise. Steadfast, dutiful, obedient, smart. Loyal to Edward, who was loyal to Ned. He'd heard much and more about Israel Hands. Edward was in love with him, whether they entirely realized that or not, Ned was unclear - but then, they loved the brute as well. Truly, the boy's heart was so desperate to love and be loved in return that it was a shock none had taken advantage before Ned.

A shallow bow of his head, Izzy greeted not Ed, but Ed's captain, with a gruff, "Captain." First mate to Hornigold, after Ed left, he had a responsibility to his people before he could grab Ed by the shoulders and shake him and ask what the hell are you doing, you dumb twat? "What do you intend to do with the crew that surrendered?" It was taking everything in his power to keep his eyes on Low, to not desperately look over Ed for injury, for wear and tear - the man was so reckless, without Izzy by his side, how often had he been hurt since they last met? How many times could Izzy have saved them pain?

Noting the way the puppy looked to Ned, showed him proper respect, remained almost clinically professional but kept his body angled towards Edward and the brute, Ned wondered if Israel realized how clearly he showed where his true loyalties, his true interests lay. Lips twitching, betraying his amusement, his head lolling almost lazily back to look to Edward, and he drawled, "That is the question, isn't it Edward?"

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