#its 8 questions and due next monday

[woodfrogs]

my thermo class is deeply evil

[watermelonlovershigh]

The Next Morning {part. 8} (housemate!harry series) (SMUT)

Spontaneous Pleasures {part 7.} (housemate!harry series) (SMUT)

AN: this is the part most of you have been waiting for. it's here. sorry that this part took so long to get posted. i've been trying to post every sunday, monday, or tuesday. but with my aunt passing and other stresses, this one took me a bit longer. anyways, hope you enjoy and get ready for more to come. xoxo

This story contains: lots of kissing, sex (p in v), dirty talk, mentions of birth control, relationship status updating

{ housemate!harry - softrry - friend!harry - au!harry }

word count- 1,860

It's the morning after your spontaneous pleasures and you wake up naked in Harry's bed, leading to lots of kisses that turn into your first time having sex with one another.

As the morning sun illuminates his bedroom room, Harry begins to rouse from his slumber, the clock indicating its half past seven. Contemplating on whether or not to return to sleep, he recollects the events of the previous night, which stir his senses awake. The spontaneous pleasures he gave you with his fingers on the couch, the pleasurable act of oral sex you gave him, and the exploration of new boundaries from you leave him feeling all giddy inside.

Upon awakening, Harry's eyes slowly open, and the initial image that meets his gaze is you lying on your back. Your head is tilted to the side, and the subtle outline of your breasts can be seen, barely emerging from the covers, due to his request that you both sleep naked. Though Harry is already fairly close to you, he slides over just an inch more until his bare body touches yours. Then without thinking, his lips slowly meet your soft skin and he places gentle kisses from your collar bone to your neck.

When Harry's lips reach your warm neck, they linger, planting gentle kisses along its expanse. Gradually, he opens his mouth and lightly sucks on your skin, leaving a subtle hickey in the crease of your neck. Rather than being startled or pulling away, you find yourself melting into the comfort of the bedding, a soft moan escaping your lips as you welcome his affectionate display at this early hour.

Fully alert now, you tilt your head downwards, causing Harry's lips to separate from your skin. It takes approximately two seconds of gazing into each other's lust filled eyes before you bring your faces together and share a fervent kiss. In the intimate moment, all your typical worries such as morning breath, fade away as Harry slips his tongue between your lips and you accept by opening your mouth, allowing entrance.

The very passionate kissing continues until you pull away for a breath and say, "I need you, Harry."

"Need me how?" Harry pants out, wanting to make sure his suspicions are correct. He doesn't want to assume what you want and make you uncomfortable in anyway.

You reply urgently, "Inside me. I need it so bad. I've waited long enough and can't wait anymore. Just wanna feel close to you." How can Harry say no to that? He eagerly climbs on top of you, with his arms bent on each side of your head, and leans down to continue kissing you. Not so subtly, you raise your hips to try and get any ounce of friction you can on your throbbing clit.

"Condoms?" Harry questions between kisses, "I know m' clean. Haven't slept with anyone for several weeks. But um, you know, for pregnancy reasons we could if you want?"

You shake your head with disagreeance. "No, I'm on birth control now. Since my last bad period. Went to doctors and they gave me birth control to help with my period symptoms."

"Fantastic!" Harry declares before leaning in to initiate another passionate kiss. He always wore condoms when he had random hookups for safety reasons such as STI and pregnancy prevention, so he had plenty in his bed side table drawer. And he had no problem wearing one now in order to prevent a pregnancy, as pregnancy isn't wrote in your future plans anytime soon. Maybe one day, though you haven't discussed that part of your future yet. But hearing you confirm you're okay with going bare makes Harry excited.

His right hand skillfully maneuvers between your pressed bodies, first confirming your wetness, which is very present, and then firmly grasping his erect cock to position it at your entrance. Slowly, he eases his way in making both your breaths catch in the backs of your throats.

"Oh, fuck!" you moan aloud at the feeling of your pussy being stretched by his large cock. "No wonder I heard all your partners moan so loud in here. You're massive."

Harry giggles at your words, his face now smushed between your ear and shoulder. "You've had m' dick in your mouth on several occasions and you're just now realizin' it's big?"

Responding with a chuckle of your own, you answer, "Nah, I've always known you were packing, but this feeling is on another level." The fact that you can share a laugh during an intimate moment such as sex without any awkwardness, brings you immense joy. When you first entered into the more romantic aspects of your relationship with your housemate and friend, you were worried about things becoming too uncomfortable and strange at times. However, so far, everything has gone exceptionally well, with only a few instances of hesitation. You have to admit that you and Harry are incredibly compatible sexually.

Once he's fully inside, Harry pauses for a moment, allowing you to adjust to his impressive size without any discomfort. Sensing your shifting movements, he then begins to withdraw his hips and thrusts forward, resulting in a shared moan of pleasure. To enhance his stability, Harry firmly plants his knees beside your hips on the bed and supports himself up by resting his forearms around your head.

You lift your legs off the bed below and hike them over Harry's hips, locking your feet behind his back. Your hands are placed on his back, clawing at his smooth skin unintentionally. The sounds of skin slapping echos off the walls. Harry isn't fucking you hard and fast due to the time of morning but he isn't going too slow either. Just a comfortable pace for the both of you to enjoy.

After a couple of minutes, your moans get progressively louder, leading Harry to ask, "Are you close f' me, baby? Want you to come all over m' cock. Get it drippin' f' me."

With a hint of shyness, you reply, "Yes..... mhm, very close. Would you mind, you know, giving me a little rub?" It puzzles you as to why asking for such a favor feels embarrassing. Typically, during your past one-night stands, you would either use a vibrator or your own hands to satisfy your clit, beings you usually have trouble coming from penatration alone. However, in Harry's bedroom, you lack a vibrator and you feel comfortable enough with him to ask for his assistance.

Harry could answer with a quick, "Yes, of course.", but because he's a sucker for dirty talk and slight teasing, actually replies with, "Yeah, want me to rub your little clit, baby? Is it beggin' f' my attention?"

You nod your head vigorously against your pillow and your breath becomes more rapid, signaling your impending orgasm, yet yearning for that final touch to propel you forward. Sensing your impatience, Harry maintains his position above you, using his left arm for support, while his right hand ventures down your body.

Skillfully, his fingers slip between where you're bodies are connected and effortlessly finds your clitoris. He then begins to rub the small nerve in circular motions with his slippery fingers in hopes to push you over the edge. Because he knows he himself isn't going to last much longer and would really like for you to come first.

He completes approximately eight circular motions around your clit when your climax starts to engulf you. Your breathing hitches in your throat, your back arches off the bed, your toes curl from their place around Harry's waist, and your thoughts fade as bliss consumes your mind. Glancing down and seeing you release results in Harry experiencing his own orgasm.

"Mhm, fuck!" Harry mutters under his breath as he reaches his peak. He withdraws his hand from your overly sensitive clit and places it back beside your head to steady himself over you. His hips move forward in uncoordinated motions as he releases his semen deep inside you. As you're still catching your breath, you open your eyes and observe him in awe as he climaxes.

Harry's facial expressions scrunch up, resembling pain, although it's evident that he's in anything but pain. His trembling arms struggle to uphold his weight, while his stomach muscles contract with each orgasmic spasm that surges through his body. Gradually, his body becomes motionless as he slowly descends from the peak of his pleasure.

His weight collapses on top of you with a thud, and you hold him close. You notice Harry's cock slowly losing its hardness inside of you and can't help but find the feeling strange. Most men you've been with would withdraw immediately after climaxing, so this post-sex closeness is new to you. It feels incredibly intimate and you savor every moment of it. You enjoy the sensation of Harry's body pressing against yours, and the warm breath on your neck from him resting his head on your shoulder.

A minute passes before Harry slowly begins to sit up, still inside you, might I add. "Can I ask you somethin'? And you don't have to have an answer right away or anythin'. Just want to see where we stand."

You glance up, nodding, "Yeah, of course. What is it?" You honestly have no idea what Harry's going to ask you and it's got you a bit nervous.

Taking a deep breath, he questions nervously, "Um, would you maybe like to be m' girlfriend? And look, I know it may be too soon. I know we said we were gonna take our relationship slow but, I mean we did just have sex and I know for me at least I want to be exclusive and I just, yeah."

The biggest smile spreads across your face, and then you burst out laughing, which in turn makes you accidently clench around his softened cock that remains inside you.

Harry nearly doubles over in pain when you clench his very sensitive dick. "What's so funny, huh? And stop clenchin', baby, it hurts."

Panting for breath, you express, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. It's just that you asked me to be your girlfriend while you're still inside me. I find it kinda funny. It's like in the future when someone asks how you asked me out, I can't simply say, 'yeah, Harry asked me to be his girlfriend after sex while he was still deep inside me.' But anyways, to answer your question, yes, I would love to be your girlfriend."

Without uttering a word, Harry leans down to convey his appreciation for your answer by kissing you. The sheer intensity of the kiss takes your breath away, causing you to inhale deeply. Amidst the kiss, you manage to whisper, "Okay, you need to pull out or else you'll get me going again, and I'm too exhausted for another round right now."

"Alright, but just know now that I've had a taste, there's no stoppin' me. M' gonna fuck you in the shower, on the couch, in the kitchen, on the floor, in the car, on a plane......"

"Harry," *playful giggles*, "enough. I get it. But right now, I should use the bathroom and we should shower. Then maybe have a bite to eat for breakfast before getting back into bed for a nap. Like I said, I'm exhausted."

"Whatever you say, girlfriend."

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My Masterlist Masterpost

In Sickness and in Health {part. 9}

[pocketnewsforyou]

Monday 5/19/2025 

Georgia hospital forces family to keep brain dead woman on life support 

In February 2025, Adriana Smith went to Northside Hospital due to “an intense headache,” where she was given medication. Her mother, April Newkirk stated in an interview that no tests or scans were done despite the fact that Smith was around 8 weeks pregnant at that point. The next day Smith was rushed back to Emory University hospital as she was “gasping for air and making gargling noises,” where she was diagnosed with blood clots in the brain. Within hours of being diagnosed, Smith was declared brain dead. According to Newkirk, the doctors told the family that they have no choice but to “keep Smith alive until the baby boy can safely survive on his own, most likely at 32 weeks.” The director of the maternal fetal medicine division at George Washington University, Steven Ralston, commented on the situation stating “The chances of there being a healthy newborn at the end of this is very, very small,” with Newkirk confirming “the baby has fluid in the brain,” and may not survive the birth. Newkirk stated in an interview “[i]t’s torture for me. I see my daughter breathing, but she’s not there… It should have been left up to the family. I’m not saying that we would have chose to terminate her pregnancy, but what I’m saying is, we should have had a choice.” The hospital defends its decision stating it “use[d] consensus from clinical experts, medical literature, and legal guidance to support our providers as they make individualized treatment recommendations in compliance with Georgia’s abortion laws and all other applicable laws.” However, a democratic senator has reached out to Georgia's Republican attorney general, Chris Carr, to clarify the boundaries of Georgia’s abortion laws in this case. Carr responded saying “there's nothing in Georgia's abortion law that requires a woman be kept on life support after brain death. That would be because removing life support is not an action done for the purpose of terminating a pregnancy.” Emory University hospital has yet to comment on Carr’s announcement. Many are concerned that the hospital made such a decision without the consultation of the family, for the ethical implications of lack of bodily autonomy and consent but also the fact that the family has been forced to pay for the medical treatment the hospital is forcing their family member to undergo. Smith’s family has had to create a fundraiser to “help cover costs associated with her care and the possibilities that her son will be born with disabilities.”

https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2025/may/20/pregnant-georgia-woman-brain-dead 

https://www.npr.org/2025/05/20/nx-s1-5403809/a-brain-dead-pregnant-woman-is-being-kept-on-life-support-raising-legal-questions 

https://www.nbcnews.com/news/us-news/family-forced-keep-brain-dead-pregnant-woman-alive-rcna207002 

[scenequeen05]

I can fix her

Kenma K. x Fem reader

warnings: manipulation (gaslighting, love bombing, etc..), abusive parent etc.....

Chapter 2-----chapter 1

The first week of school went by in a flash and it wasn't too bad. Though Angel teased me for finding Kenma attractive. It didn’t bother me that much until she bugged me to get his number when I barely even know him. I only see him at lunch and first period so other than that I don’t really see him at all. 

My first period is biology it’s not that hard right we just have to write notes but today the teacher announced that there was a project so we need partners, maybe I could ask Kenma, I look next to me, and he has his Nintendo under the desk so the teacher wouldn't see.

I tap his shoulder, and he looks at me. "Hey, do you want to be my partner?" he stares at me with catlike eyes "sure" there was a long pause before he spoke so I didn’t think he would say yes. I gave him a small smile this was my chance. " Um could I have your number so we can talk after school... about the project" he nodded, and I handed him my phone so he could put his number in.

"Thanks, ill text you after school" he gave me my phone back and went back to his game.  I debated whether to tell my lovesick friend about this. The rest of the class went on as normal and when I got to lunch, I told Angel what happened and the next 30 minutes were of her freaking out of this while I just sat there listening to her ramble

It was finally the end of the day and once I got home, I decided to text Kenma about the project but when I turned my phone on there were 6 messages, I unlocked my phone and opened my messages

6 new messages from : dad

I felt my head spin with anxiety and clicked on it 

Saturday at 8:15

"Hey y/n it’s been so long since we've talked how are you?

Monday at 4:22

I know you might be at school still but give me a call when you get home

Tuesday at 2:30

I don’t know what has been going on or what I did or if your mother has told you something please just call me so we can talk

3:15

Y/N I am your father and you know I love you very much I am willing to talk this out but I need you and your mother to communicate without just ghosting me….. that’s the right thing to do.

I sigh as the urge to press the block was strong but I just couldn’t let myself do it. My mom let me have the choice to do it myself, but it felt as though the choice made me question things too much. I quickly go to kenmas contact and text him

"Hey Kenma, are you busy this weekend if not do you want to go to the library to work on our project?" 

My nerves settle in after I hit send maybe that was a bad idea since he barely even speaks in class so what if I’m just bothering him. I groan into my pillow then get up to get a drink. My mom wasn't home yet due to work, so I just microwaved some leftovers and finished my assignments until my eyes got droopy.

After an hour or two of staring at the sheets of paper while a show played in the background, I decided to go to my room. When I finally got under the covers, I heard my phone vibrate. thinking it’s just my dad so I go to swipe the notification but its Kenma's name instead. I sit up straight and click the message. I shouldn't have been this nervous, it’s only for a project I tell myself. 

I breathe and click on the message.

Kenma:

sure.

I feel I little disappointed at the dry text but also kind of relieved. I guess I should’ve expected less. I waited awhile before responding with a thumb’s up emoji, I lay back down and thought about him. Angel was right he is my type but I’ve never dated anyone before, yeah I had crushes but that was it, and that’s probably all this is

This was actually ridiculous. I rolled over and drank some water to relax. I knew it was time to go to sleep or else my mind would fall into a rabbit hole, and I wouldn't be able to crawl out. I closed my eyes and counted to 100 and then counted backwards until the numbers got fuzzy and it was black.

I actually slept better than I thought despite last night. It was Friday and Angel walked to school with me, I left quietly as my mom was still sleeping after working the night shift. Me and Angel got to school early, so we decided to walk to the gym after hearing people practicing. We carefully opened the gym doors and walked to the bleachers. 

When we got settled, we watched as our school’s volleyball team practiced, the sound of balls slamming against the floor and boys wayyyyy taller than I expected jumped up to block the incoming balls from hitting their side. Angel nudged my shoulder and pointed and sure enough there was Kenma and his friend Kuroo practicing together in their volleyball uniforms. 

I didn’t realize how hard I was staring wide eyed till Angel hit my shoulder. I glared at her, and we just talked for a few minutes when the sounds of loud footsteps on the bleachers approached us, it was Kuroo and at the bottom Kenma awkwardly stood. "Hey ladies, like what you see?" the shameless dark-haired boy made me and Claudia laugh. Claudia spoke up first "don’t you have anything better to do your friend looks like he's waiting for you?"

The boy looked back at his friend who was now sitting and playing on his Nintendo "nahh he's fine, soo what are you to ladies up to...." after what seemed like hours of him talking the bell rang and it was time for class and kuroo got the BRIGHT idea for Kenma to walk to class with me since we have the same 1st period and that he and Claudia walk together since there classes are on the same floor. I agreed but inside my stomach felt like it was eating itself.

But I worried for nothing, the walk was just awkward silence as he had his head down in his game the whole time. It was surprising how he didn’t walk into people or lockers, even when I am paying attention I walk into things. 

When we finally got to class, we both sat in the same seats we chose on the first day. The teacher wasn't in yet so scrolled through Instagram while anxiously playing with my bat chain. Eventually the teacher walked in and started class. She would occasionally warn Kenma to put his device away before taking it. It was kind of funny seeing him pout.

Sometimes I swear I could feel someone staring at me, but I tried to ignore it and focused on my work. After that the school day was just a blur. All I could think about was tomorrow with Kenma. I knew it wasn't date, but I couldn't help but think about it like it was. And before I knew it was time to get ready to go. and of course, I couldn't think of what to wear so of course I went to Pinterest for inspiration.

And finally, I decided on a short sleeve graphic shirt and cargo jeans with a studded belt. I Grab my bag and put supplies in it before I go. I say bye to my mom and head out.

I got there a few minutes late after I had missed my bus and raced to the next stop. Once I found a place to set up, I texted Kenma and asked him what time he was getting there. I waited a few minutes and started the research for the project and once I checked my phone there was no reply. I just assumed he was already on his way and couldn't text back. 

So, I waited.

And waited,

and waited...

It had been over an hour and still no reply I let out a defeated sigh and accepted defeat and worked on the project by myself. I feel my stomach growling I sighed went out to eat. I knew I shouldn't have been this excited over a stupid crush I got in less than a week. i left and found a place to eat. Once I finished my food it was 3 pm and I told my mom that I would be a home a little late when I thought I actually was going to have someone to study with, But I just decided to walk around for a while.

I window shopped until my feet got tired then caught the next bus. I checked my phone and still had no messages, I sighed and put my head on the window. When I got home I went to my room and laid on my back on my bed, staring at the ceiling, even if I don’t actually like him I still felt hurt getting stood up. The weekend was over in a flash, and my stomach twisted at the thought of tomorrow and having to face him. But maybe it wont be that bad...

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Microsoft Faces Widespread Outlook and Teams Outage: Global Impact

Microsoft Faces Widespread Outlook and Teams Outage: Global Impact On the morning of November 25, 2024, Microsoft’s Outlook and Teams services, along with other Microsoft 365 applications, were hit by a massive outage, leaving millions of users worldwide unable to access critical tools for communication and collaboration.

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The outage began around 8 a.m. EST, and Microsoft confirmed that it was affecting both business and personal accounts globally.The Scope of the Issue The outage caused major disruption for organizations that rely on Microsoft’s cloud-based services for email, video conferencing, and document sharing. Microsoft Teams, a primary platform for online meetings and collaboration, has been largely inaccessible for users in affected regions.

Meanwhile, Outlook users were unable to send or receive emails, hindering productivity across various industries. Many businesses and schools had to resort to alternative communication platforms to continue operations.Microsoft’s Response Microsoft quickly acknowledged the problem through its official channels, assuring users that its engineers were investigating the root cause of the disruption and were working to restore services as quickly as possible.

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However, despite ongoing efforts, as of late Monday morning, there was no clear timeline for when the issues would be resolved.The company provided updates via its Service Health Dashboard, advising affected users to check it for the latest information.

It remains unclear whether the outage is due to a software or infrastructure issue, as Microsoft has not yet disclosed the specific cause of the disruption.User Reactions and Frustrations Frustration among users has been palpable, particularly among business customers.

Social media has been filled with complaints from users unable to access their accounts or attend important meetings. For many companies relying heavily on Microsoft 365 tools, the outage has created significant disruptions to normal workflows.

Read more in Google news

Employees and teams have been unable to coordinate or communicate effectively, and many businesses have been forced to consider backup solutions to mitigate the impact. Schools and universities, many of which have adopted remote learning using Microsoft’s platforms, have also faced challenges in continuing their lessons.The Broader Implications This outage has highlighted a growing concern regarding the vulnerability of cloud services. While cloud-based platforms offer flexibility and convenience, outages like this one can have far-reaching effects. Many businesses are now questioning the resilience of cloud solutions and looking into redundant systems that can take over in the event of service disruptions.

This incident is a reminder that even the most reliable and widely used platforms can experience unforeseen outages, and businesses need to have contingency plans in place to maintain operations during these periods.

What to Expect Next As Microsoft works on restoring its services, the company has not yet provided a specific timeline for full recovery. Users are being advised to stay updated via the Service Health Dashboard and official Microsoft channels. Microsoft has committed to providing transparency regarding the issue’s cause once it is fully resolved.Given the scale of the outage, it could take several more hours for services to be fully restored. For businesses relying on these tools for communication and collaboration, this extended downtime is an unwelcome reminder of the dependence on centralized cloud infrastructure.

Read more in Google news

Conclusion The Microsoft Outlook and Teams outage on November 25, 2024, has affected millions of users, creating significant disruption to business and personal communications. As Microsoft works to resolve the issue, users are left waiting for clarity on the cause and resolution time. The outage serves as an important reminder of the complexities and risks associated with cloud-based services.For more detailed updates, please refer to the sources from:

CNN

CBS News

Forbes

[momental]

Discover what's happening in the April 2024 issue! This includes:

A milestone achieved by NASA for engines to power future Artemis Missions.

The welcoming of 37 teams to the Magnolia Regional by NASA-sponsored FIRST Robotics Competition.

An annual update provided by NASA and Stennis Leaders.

Imagine it's 2044, 20 years from now. You're reminiscing about the total solar eclipse visible across the U.S. in 2024, wishing you had paid more attention to NASA's advice at the time. However, you suddenly realize, you still have a chance to catch the eclipse!

Rest assured, you haven't missed out on the total solar eclipse of 2024 yet. Mark your calendars for Monday, April 8, 2024, the last total solar eclipse to be seen from the contiguous U.S. until 2044.

This is a rare celestial event where the Moon passes between the Sun and Earth, completely obscuring the Sun. Depending on where you are, you might witness the sky darken as if it's dawn or dusk, and even view the Sun’s corona, usually hidden by the Sun's brightness.

For more information about the eclipse, visit the NASA Solar Eclipse Guide at What to Expect: A Solar Eclipse Guide (nasa.gov). It offers details about the event, the best viewing locations, and safety measures.

Join NASA on April 8 and participate in this amazing exploration of the universe. The INFINITY Science Center, NASA Stennis's official visitor center, will be open from 9 a.m. to 2 p.m. on the day, offering a unique opportunity for solar science enthusiasts.

In other news, NASA astronauts Reid Wiseman and

NASA astronaut Christina Koch recently visited south Mississippi to witness an RS-25 hot fire test. She was accompanied by fellow NASA astronaut Victor Glover and Canadian Space Agency astronaut Jeremy Hansen. The trio, along with Wiseman, were chosen as the crew for the Artemis II mission, slated to circle the Moon in 2023 as part of NASA's ambitious Artemis program.

Meanwhile, the official mascot of NASA’s Stennis Space Center, Gator, continues to inspire and entertain. Originating from the site's early construction years, Gator now features on NASA Stennis certificates and awards and is a regular feature in the center's monthly newsletter, Lagniappe. To join the newsletter, contact the NASA Stennis Office of Communications.

In other news, NASA accomplished a significant milestone on April 3 with the successful certification of new RS-25 engines to power its Artemis campaign. The testing took place at NASA’s Stennis Space Center.

At a recent NASA Next Gen STEM event, students discussed the crucial role of computer science in future missions. The event exceeded its scheduled time due to the volume of questions.

NASA Stennis Acting Director John Bailey recently addressed over 100 business and industry leaders at the annual NASA Stennis Space Center Director’s Community Briefing. He highlighted ongoing activities at the center and the future plans, including propulsion testing, autonomous systems, range operations, and federal city growth.

To learn more about NASA Stennis, check out the new overview video.

, the engaging video presented by NASA Stennis employee, Barry Robinson, showcased the diverse and talented NASA Stennis workforce. It was well-received by community leaders at the briefing. Bailey expressed her admiration for the video and its depiction of the Stennis team, stating, 'We could not do what we do without our employees, and we have some of the best in the world doing what we do for NASA.' The event also featured speakers from various organizations, including Hansel Gill from NASA’s Michoud Assembly Facility, Jennifer Hailes from Naval Meteorology and Oceanography Command, and Steve Heller from Evolution Space. Mark Glorioso, chairman of Partners for Stennis & Michoud, emceed the event. The briefing also highlighted the FIRST Robotics Magnolia Regional Competition, a science and technology event involving high school teams from eight states and Mexico, co-sponsored by NASA’s Stennis Space Center, NASA’s Robotics Alliance Project, and Mississippi Power.Cherie Beech, affiliated with NASA’s Stennis Space Center, acknowledged the opportunities provided by working at the facility. Relevant resources:

President’s NASA FY 2025 Funding Supports US Space, Climate Leadership – NASA

Total Solar Eclipse 2024: The Moon’s Moment in the Sun (nasa.gov)

New Look at NASA Boeing Sustainable Experimental Airliner

NASA Stennis Overview – Going Further

KSLA: NASA Gives Tips For Incoming Solar Eclipse

WLOX: NASA Stennis Associate Director Highlights Work at NASA Stennis

Take a look at the latest updates from NASA's Stennis Space Center. There's plenty of news to catch up on:

Check out WVUE's coverage of the annual State of NASA Stennis address.

Dr. Lauren Underwood discusses Stennis' first in-space mission on SuperTalk Mississippi.

WDAM highlights the FIRST Robotics Competition in Laurel.

Get the latest on NASA Stennis from Associate Director Rodney McKellip on SuperTalk Mississippi.

WVUE reports a successful test of a massive new rocket engine at Stennis Space Center.

Learn about the recently completed engine certification tests from Sun Herald.

WLOX covers the final RS-25 engine test that sets the stage for Artemis space missions.

Find out about the RS-25 Space Engine testing at Stennis Space Center on WXXV.

Catch up on NASA's final test firing of engines at Stennis Space Center on WJTV.

Watch NASA's final engine test for Artemis V reported by Associated Press.

Learn how solar eclipses are predicted on WWL-TV.

The monthly publication Lagniappe is brought to you by the Office of Communications at NASA’s Stennis Space Center. They can be contacted at 228-688-3333, or via email or mail.

The publication team includes Managing Editor Lacy Thompson, Editor Bo Black, and photographer Danny Nowlin.

To subscribe to Lagniappe, please email the following to

For further information, reach out to NASA's Office of Communications at ssc-office-of-communications@mail.nasa.gov. Don't forget to provide your name and location (city/state).

Source Link: Lagniappe for April 2024

[dylanobrienisbatman]

Your type of mind, so hard to find

Written for the @troped-fanfic-challenge Troped Madness Event, with the prompt [Mystery + Mistaken for a Couple + Absent Minded Professor]!

Rated T | 3.4k | Modern College AU Kanthony!

When Dr. Danbury sends her students on a quest to find ancient religious relics scattered throughout London, Kate Sharma is very displeased to find out that, due to her original partner dropping the class, she has been paired with Dr. Danbury's annoying, scatterbrained Teacher's Assistant, the ever infuriating (and ridiculously handsome) Anthony Bridgerton.

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Doctor Adjoa Danbury was Kate Sharma’s favourite professor. She had taken her course on ancient religions her freshmen year of college and had fallen in love, so to speak. A sharp, succinct woman who never pulled a punch, it was refreshing to sit in class and be taught by such a woman. Which is how Kate found herself in the front row of Dr. Danbury’s course on the historical importance of ancient religious relics on a Monday at 8am on the first day of her senior year.

“Only woman in the world I would ever sign up for an 8am class for.” She mumbled through her yawn as she pulled her notebook out of her bag. She took an extra long drink of her coffee and was amazed she wasn’t bleary eyed still. A morning person, Kate Sharma was not .

“Plenty of women I’d be up at 8am for.”

Kate fought the urge to roll her eyes, but she lost the fight as she turned to find Anthony Bridgerton sauntering into the room She scowled as he smirked.

“Morning, Ms. Sharma.”

“Must you be so irritating? The sun has barely risen.”

“All I said was that I’d be happy to be awake before 8am for the right woman.”

“I didn’t say be awake before 8, I said sign up for an 8am course.”

“Semantics, really.”

“Why are you even here? I thought you hated Dr. Danbury?”

“Hate? Oh, no. I adore Adjoa, she’s old friends with my mother. What I hate is that she’s old friends with my mother.” Kate sent him an irritated scowl, and he rolled his eyes. “Because she does whatever is the opposite of playing favourites with me?”

“Ah, so she’s known you forever and still finds you irritating?”

“More like she sees my potential and demands I live up to it.” Kate wrinkled her nose and he smirked again, running his hand through his already tousled chestnut brown hair. She turned around, jostling her desk, to force herself to stop looking. Irritating? Absolutely. Handsome?

You’d have to rip out her fingernails to get her to admit it.

“You didn’t answer my question, what are you doing here?” She griped as he walked past her towards the front of the room.

“Oh, didn’t you know? I’m her TA for this class.” And just like that, Kate’s morning was ruined.

“Good morning, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to Ancient Religious Relics!” The class fell silent immediately as Dr. Danbury walked in from the back of the room. Her hair in thick, greying braids, piled atop her head, and an impeccable maroon suit, she was everything Kate dreamed of being. “For those of you who have never met me, I am Professor Adjoa Danbury, doctor of Archeology and History. You can call me Dr. Danbury, or Dr. Adjoa, whichever you prefer.” She sent Anthony a withering stare and Kate watched him sit up a little straighter in his seat. She didn’t even try to hide her smile. “For the first assignment this semester, you will be solving a little mystery for me. I have paired you up with another student in this class. You will be assigned an ancient relic that is kept somewhere here in London. Your job, with your partner, will be to crack my riddles, identify and locate the relic, and provide me with a simple one page summary of its importance before Friday’s lecture. Your partners will be the person seated directly behind you. But, for now, please take out your pencils, open your textbooks to page 67, and let us begin!”

For the next hour, Kate was entranced. Dr. Danbury was a brilliant woman, and her lectures felt like she was traveling through time. When the class ended, Kate turned, only to find the seat behind her empty.

“Dr. Danbury, it seems-”

“Yes, your partner seems to have dropped the class, she’s no longer on my roster.” She turned, and gave Kate a smile that made her nervous. “Luckily for you, my TA is available, and, as he has been suspiciously absent from my office the last week, he has no prior knowledge of the assignment.”

“Dr. Danbury, really, I can just-”

“Nonsense. Part of this assignment is me judging your ability to work as a team. Besides, it serves him right for being so useless to me when I needed him most.” She punctuated her biting words with a hard pinch on his cheek, like a grandmother scolding her most beloved grandson. He just groaned.

“Seems we’re partnered up for this little assignment.” He said, sitting on the desk to her left as Dr. Danbury collected her bags and left the room.

“I do not need your help, Bridgerton.”

“Oh, on the contrary, Sharma, when she says she’s grading your teamwork skills, she’s serious.” Kate knew that, but she’d never admit he was right, so she said nothing. “So, seems like you’re stuck with me.”

Link in the Notes!

[garc-i-a]

Why JATP Is Taking a While to Get Officially Renewed

Thought I would put my thoughts into words on the renewal situation. We know that the show was released on Netflix on September 10, 2020. As of today, it has been 242 days (10 May 2021). Julie and the Phantoms was released under Netflix Family, marking it as a children’s show on the streaming service. It was released in the middle of the second wave of the coronavirus (in the US) that has swept the world over. The show was created by Kenny Ortega, legendary choreographer and director.

To start off, we have to acknowledge that we ARE in a pandemic. Due to that, things have been touch and go in so many industries. That includes the TV/Film industry as well. The US and Canada, the two countries involved in making the show, have to follow the rules and laws related to COVID regardless of what people in the industry want. With that, we have to pay attention to what is going on with the pandemic to know how to go about filming. 

As of right now, Canada still has closed borders from the US to nonessential travel. To get into Canada as a foreigner you have to be going for a specific reason and follow all the Covid related travel rules. To read more about this, you can go to canada.ca and type in for traveling during the pandemic. Not to mention that for a lot of areas in Canada, they are still essentially in lockdown because of the now rising numbers in the country. Charlie’s home province of New Brunswick is still pretty restricted. 

Regarding vaccinations, although the United States has been slowly getting people vaccinated, Canada has had issues with getting vaccinations and don’t nearly have as many vaccinated. It is only just a few days ago that New Brunswick started administering vaccinations in the last few days. The vaccinations are only for people who are 50+ who fall into specific medical condition guidelines. For British Columbia, where the show is filmed, vaccines started getting administered the third week of April. It is believed there is a chance of getting all* adults vaccinated by mid June. My source for this information is from a native New Brunswicker and a CTV News article.

For the cast, getting vaccinated is paramount. Owen is already vaccinated. Madison’s dad is also vaccinated so it is likely she is as well or part way there. Now for people who are NOT vaccinated yet, most vaccines are administered in two doses. The doses are done about three weeks apart (I am partially vaccinated and my first dose was already done and second is next week). This knowledge is important as people need to be aware of the timing of these things. The amount of time between vaccines and for everyone in the cast and crew is essential for everything to go smoothly with filming.

One of the big things that I have seen a lot is the outrage at other shows on Netflix being renewed before Julie and the Phantoms. There is a two fold answer to this. To start off, we have to remember that because of this pandemic, things take longer to process to be extra diligent and that more money is be used to cover for reconstructions and accommodations due to Covid. Knowing these two things, let’s delve into the renewals of other shows.

Some of the other shows that have been renewed are Fate: The Winx Saga, Bridgerton, Ginny and Georgia, and Emily in Paris. The big difference between these shows and Julie and the Phantoms is the fact they are not in the Netflix Family category. They are considered content for adults or young adults. Netflix has different rules on their shows that are put out on the regular platform versus the family section. Netflix Family rarely posts when a show is renewed so far from its premiere date for the next season. So in that respect, Julie and the Phantoms wouldn’t be given a huge announcement for the next season’s renewal if it follows the pattern of Netflix Family’s marketing.

Tying into this the matter of where the rest of the shows are filmed and the backing behind them in regards to production. The Winx show and Bridgerton are filmed in the UK, Ginny and Georgia is filmed in Toronto, Ontario, Canada, and Emily in Paris is filmed on location in France. The reason that this matters is because these places have different rules for working during this pandemic, the vaccinations levels, and the threat of getting sick from Covid. These shows are also connected to larger properties or influential individuals*. Vancouver is a popular city to film in, of course, but it has been dealing with an uptick in cases as well as in a different province than Ginny and Georgia, and as such has their own rules. We cannot take into the likes of Riverdale or other shows that are filming right now in Vancouver. Lots of these shows were renewed and set to film already when the pandemic hit. They do not factor into things.

The last part of this is the production costs for making the show. As mentioned before, Vancouver is a popular city to film in. Due to the pandemic, it costs more to film because the need to have extra precautions, regular Covid testing, and etc. We know that there were shows that were initially renewed by Netflix but then canceled after the fact. The reason for this is that Netflix likely realized the cost to produce the shows would be too much and not in the best interest of the cast, crew, and any companies involved in the middle of such a huge reaching pandemic.

Compared to other shows in the Netflix Family section, Julie and the Phantoms has a high production level. I did some research on the Netflix originals in the section and the shows on there are either very low budget or have a backing from a franchise/company (ex. Baby Boss, Fast and Furious, Jurassic Park). Julie and the Phantoms does not have that. It is not connected to an established franchise or a large company. It is simply made by the likes of Kenny Ortega who does not skimp on anything in his productions. Kenny has stated that he is not willing to let the grandness of the show suffer because of the pandemic. The show has many crowd scenes and dancing sequences that require a lot of people. The show won’t be what it is without this. Based on this, we know that Netflix wants to be absolutely sure they can go forth with filming before announcing a renewal.

And there you guys go. All the information that I looked into and checked for this piece. I hope this helps many people understand what is going on why it is taking longer for the show to get renewed. It is not that Netflix doesn’t want to renew it. It is a matter of HOW and WHEN. If that makes sense. If you have any questions about what I wrote, you can leave a comment or DM me.

all*- Some individuals may not wish to be vaccinated

influential individuals*- There are people connected to some of the shows that have a standing within the media and the finances or awards to warrant being a part of the show or it being made at all.

Amendment

I was informed by my source in New Brunswick that vaccines have been administered since January but the qualification for who is eligible for the vaccines can change from week to week.

Amendment 2

Reuters has reported that children aged 12-15 are able to start getting the vaccine today (13 May 2021). So that means that Jadah and Sonny (15 and 13, respectively) will be fully vaccinated by the middle of June.

Amendment 3

A few days ago a local upstate New York newspaper wrote about Canada starting the process of opening up borders again. The process is in the beginning stages so there is no announced date(s) on the border reopening but it is in the works.

Amendment 4

A show called Firefly Lane has been renewed for a season 2. This is important because Firefly Lane is filmed in the same area of British Columbia as Julie and the Phantoms. British Columbia is getting better in regards to vaccinations and so this proves good news of a season 2 announcement for Julie and the Phantoms.

Amendment 5

It was reported on 21 or 22 June 2021 that Canada will relax quarantine rules for vaccinated Canadian citizens, permanent residents, and foreign nationals for essential work. This new system will go into effect 5 June 2021. If you are fully vaccinated and pass rules set by the government, you will NOT have to abide by the hotel quarantine steps when entering the country. That means that the JATP cast and crew can get to filming right away instead of quarantining beforehand. To read more about this: https://www.google.com/amp/s/www.lonelyplanet.com/amp/articles/canada-border-reopening

Amendment 6

On Charlie’s live yesterday (28 June 2021), Madison said that she got the second dose of the vaccine earlier in the day. In 14 days, she will be good to go on going out and such. Hopefully Jadah and Sonny have gotten at least their first dose. Gets us closer to being able to have the cast and crew together for the show.

Amendment 7

The National Law Review published an article on 2 July 2021 saying that fully vaccinated individuals will be able to travel between Canada and the US on 21 July or possibly sooner. Prime Minister Justin Trudeau says he wants 75% of Canadians to be fully vaccinated before allowing the border to be opened. With current numbers, it is believed this will be achieved in a few weeks time.

Amendment 8

The New York Times just reported that fully vaccinated Americans could be allowed into Canada by mid August and that people from other countries could be allowed to enter by September.

Amendment 9

It was just reported about two hours ago that Canada will allow vaccinated Americans in on 9 August. That is exactly 3 weeks from now on a Monday. Now all we have to focus on is protocols for safety while in Vancouver while filming.

[bigskydreaming]

I kinda wanna fucking scream, so here, have a offline bullshit rant post.

So I’ve literally been trying to get my stupid fucking meds for over a MONTH now at this point, which I’m sure you can all see like, my mood is just wooooonderful these days. Not an excuse, casual reminder that yeah you do gotta take care of your own space so if my mood is dragging anyone down, I’m totes on board with blocking or unfollowing or y’know, burning me in effigy or something. Okay maybe not that last part. But still. You get it. And its not even that like, I need mood stabilizers per se, lol, so shout out to the armchair diagnosticians helpfully peppering my inbox still in their quest to oh so slickly be like ‘hey you’re a hot mess, take your hot messness away from tumblr’ like lol, didn’t ask.....nah, its mostly the perpetual lack of sleep and chronic pain issues that I have zero distraction from when my specific combo of meds isn’t able to let me actually weaponize my ADHD properly and power through that. Its a whole thing. Whatever. Just go with it.

POINT IS. So I’ve been trying to do this for over a month now, first obstacle was even just getting the money together for my refill appointment which is a whopping $150, because I have to pay out of pocket for mental health stuff these days because I had to switch my insurance over to something that paid out more heavily for physical benefits like my jaw surgery.....and because of the pandemic, and how many psychiatrists in my area and that I could actually reach aren’t taking new patients during the pandemic since most of them are conducting business virtually still, like, I have barely any resources for seeking out and trying new psychiatrist offices in the meanwhile that might charge less and I’m kinda stuck with the one I have because the last thing I can afford is to have like, NO psychiatrist at the moment, y’know?

So first I had to have that to even BOOK the appointment, which took forever because rent and food are a joy to accrue when you can barely manage to function as an actual employee of the capitalist machine ahfsklhflkahflakf, but so then I did that and like, got an appointment put on the books for August 19th. That was the soonest they could fit me in back when I paid them for my appointment about a week and a half ago. No, two weeks ago now? Eh, time is fake. ANYWAY, so that wasn’t gonna work for me, so basically the entirety of last week was devoted to constantly calling and trying to check in every other hour to see if they had any sooner cancellations I could take, because for whatever fucking reason, they just ‘don’t do’ a cancellation list wherein they call the next person on the list once they have a cancellation. Whatever.

So finally got a cancellation slot with a virtual appointment last Saturday night at random as fuck 8:40. Okay cool. Most of my refills are fairly simple, no real changes, but two are controlled substances so like, they have to do their due diligence and go through the proper protocols before giving me another prescription to one or whatever. Fine. Okay.

So I call the CVS they sent the prescription for my ADHD med to, the very next morning. One of the controlled substances, and the key med to like....making me functional instead of a rambling disjointed whirlibird of a thought emitter. Problem is, that medication is on back order. Won’t be in until Tuesday. Ugh. Okay, fine. Nothing I can do about it, because while the specific provider I spoke to in order to GET my refill prescriptions was taking an appointment the night before, the actual offices that schedule appointments and connect patients through to their providers was closed for the weekend, so I couldn’t even ask for them to send the scrip somewhere else.

SO. I go back to the CVS on Monday, hoping that maybe it came in early because not like I can do much else in the meanwhile. Course its not there, but oh well. I toy with the idea of calling to ask my provider to send the scrip to a different pharmacy (only had it sent to this one cuz its within walking distance to me, and since I can’t drive for medical reasons and Uber’s are expensive as fuck, just for errands, like, even though walking is sooooo not fun for me physically, like it is what it is). I decide against it because here’s another fun fact about this controlled substance....for security reasons, pharmacies don’t have to tell people over the phone if they have it in stock or not. Like, they won’t just say no we don’t have it in stock - I mean, they WILL say that, but that doesn’t actually mean anything because that’s what most of them say about that particular medication no matter whether or not they DO, and then just cite security protocols, so you have to actually GO to the store in question to ask them and even get a real answer to whether or not they even HAVE it in stock to FILL a prescription if its sent over. And no, the provider won’t just send scrips into several different pharmacies at once and just be whichever has it in stock can fill it - because again, controlled substance.

SO. I decide its not worth it to try getting the scrip sent over somewhere else, because I’d have to at least waste money on an Uber to even travel to various pharmacies and even check if they CAN fill it sooner than this one, when at least this place will have it in tomorrow. Its just one more day at this point.

Except then I go back on Tuesday. Oh sorry, don’t know why that other person told you we’d have our order in today, our shipments of that medication don’t come in until Wednesdays.

So I go back Wednesday. Success! They have it in stock. I go to pay, pulling out my goodRx coupon that was just printed out that morning, specifically citing the price for CVS at Target. The pharmacy manager says sorry, we don’t honor that coupon here for controlled substances like this one. I say: record scratch? He’s like yeah, that’s at the discretion of individual pharmacies, and we don’t honor that price for this specific medication, because we don’t want to attract customers only coming here to get that medication filled for that price. (This pharmacy is right at the edge of Inglewood and Culver City, for anyone who is familiar with those neighborhoods. The implications are exactly as they appear to be). So I’m like, what’s the regular generic price? He quotes me something that’s $180 more than the coupon, and thus $180 more than I have since I was focused totally on getting THIS amount ASAP, so I could get these meds so I could do more work and make more money. You see the train of thought. I’m like well that’s awesome, I don’t have anything close to that. Hey. Weird question. Why did nobody I talked to the past three days in a row that I’ve walked into this store in person to request this refill, like, mention this little tidbit about not honoring this coupon so instead of waiting for a backorder that would do me no good, I could have been spending that time having my prescription transferred somewhere that WOULD honor it?

He’s like, well did you mention to any of them that you’d be using a goodRx coupon for this particular medication? I said, yup. He said, you sure? I said well the specific process each time was I came in, I asked if this medication was in, they said what’s your name and date of birth, I provided that info, they said are you paying out of pocket, we don’t have valid insurance info for this on file for you, I said yup paying out of pocket with a goodRx coupon, they said *clickety clack of the keyboard* nope, sorry, we won’t have this medicine in until Tuesday, I mean Wednesday. 

He’s like, well you must be misremembering or they would have told you at the time that we don’t take GoodRx coupons on this medication. I’m like, dude, it was you. It was literally you that I spoke to two of those three times, right here at the counter, in person. I’m gonna go ahead and trust my memory of those interactions and what was said there over yours since you don’t actually remember having talked to me two times in the last three days. He’s like, I gotta go help another customer. There is no other customer. I leave. Fun day for everyone.

So then I call around town to at least check which CVS will actually honor the coupon I have and the price that I can afford to pay it at. I don’t bother asking if they even have the medication in stock because I know its not guaranteed to be a CORRECT answer, but at least I can see who accepts this damn coupon. Also, reason I’m only trying big brand pharmacies instead of smaller, hole in the wall ones is because again, controlled substance, and I know from experience that the bigger brand pharmacies are at least more likely to have that med in stock whereas most smaller ones tend to run out very quickly as they usually only get enough for their existing/regular customers and a little extra.

I find a CVS five miles away - not walkable, gonna have to Uber. Call my psychiatrist office again to ask them to transfer the scrip, front office says they’ll send the request to my provider, who usually checks and fulfills such requests in 24-48 hours. I’m like okay cool, can I get a phone call to let me know when that happens, so at least I know when to check back to follow up if it hasn’t happened yet for whatever reason? They’re like no, the pharmacy will send you a text or call when they get the prescription sent over and you can take it from there with them. I’m like okay, but I’ve done this a bunch of times and know from experience the pharmacy does NOT in fact always call or text, so is there a certain time to follow up to inquire if the provider has already sent the scrip and the pharmacy SHOULD have it by now or if the delay is on the provider’s end? Front office is like yeah no. I’m like, swell.

So that was yesterday. I call the pharmacy (which I still don’t even know if they have the medication IN STOCK to fill the scrip even once they GET the scrip, and won’t until I can actually Uber out there, but one thing at a time at this point) at like 9 pm, they’re a 24 hour pharmacy, and they’re like nope, we got nothing (this is after spending an hour and a half on hold to even TALK to someone at the pharmacy). Called them again today at noon, still nada. Technically I have another 29 hours before the window in which the provider is supposed to send the refill scrip to this new location, before I can be like, okay so they still haven’t done it, can we send him a nudge or another request. The 24-48 hour window will only actually EXPIRE after their offices close on Friday meaning it’ll be Monday before I can even actually REACH someone again to ask them to send the scrip again, if the pharmacy hasn’t ACTUALLY gotten it by Friday night, and pessimistically, I’m not super inclined to assume that they will at this point. 

I’m antsy, irritable, hungry because I don’t even know for SURE sure if the new pharmacy will ACTUALLY honor the coupon or say no sorry we don’t do that here either, whoever told you that was wrong, or if they’ll even actually have it in stock versus I’ll have to have it sent somewhere else AGAIN, so I have to pinch every penny possible in order to ensure I have the most money possible once my prescription IS filled in case the price is more than I expected again or in case I have to take Ubers there or further than I expected or basically....shit happens that I don’t expect. And this is what I’m basically spending all my time doing instead of working, because trying to get work done in this state is like....the harder I try to make it happen, the less it actually gets done, so I try and prioritize this and its roadblock after roadblock dragging out and wasting my time, and like yeah, I can post and shit while I’m doing this aka sitting on hold or walking around town trying to get shit filled because its fine if I ramble incoherently along the way in posts, but actual WORK work requires like....fucking coherency and succinctness and not having to stop and start every five minutes to call someone else, and oh yeah, being able to power through migraine spikes. And just.

I’m very annoyed about anything and everything to do with this shit. The hoops you have to jump through to even get the stuff that like....actualizes your hoop jumping ability, is just....*gnashing of teeth*

Anyway. So that’s my offline bullshit rant. Yay. The end.

[the-broken-truth]

Howdy! I was wondering if I could request some Yandere stuff from Resident Evil 8? I was thinking the reader is a 👩(female) 👻(Reincarnated), 🏠(Local) who was really close to Alcina before their death. Now back to life she wishes to leave the village and travel the world without Alcina becoming aware of just how similar the reader is to that person. But she gets caught attempted to flee in the end. If not thank you anyways!!

Broken Truth (Looks at the username and eyes widen): Isn't this strange? I was looking at your page when you sent me this ask and followed me. Thank you for both. Now, I shall make an answer worthy of a fellow yandere writer's eyes! Let the words weave together!!!

Broken Truth: Since - as it is told - When a soul reincarnates, they lose their memories of past lives but they tend to look or act the same. I think I can make this work. Also - The Reader Shall me named Antanasia due to the fact the name means 'One Who Will Be Reborn.'

SUBTITLE: Soulful Lavender Eyes

[In The Realm of Dreams]

"Floarea mea de lavandă?" The voice of the taller figure of the 2 sitting on a bench waiting to sunset called out as she turned her shrowd face towards the smaller figure to her right.

"Da, contesa mea?" The smaller figure questioned.

"I know you have said it before but I must know... shall we always be together?" The 'Countess' asked.

"Of course, My Love - not even time shall keep us apart." The smaller figure answered - causing what looked to be a smile on the taller figure's face. The two of them leaned in closer - as if for a kiss - but the light of the sun began to flare and consumed them both in its light, dissolving the dream into nothingness.

[In The Home of Antanasia Frost - Bedroom]

The eyelids that protected the lavender eyes opened - allowing the keeper these unusual color of eyes to gaze upon the ceiling of her bedroom. Closing those eyes again, she groaned as she face-palmed herself and lifted her upper body to sit upright in her bed - letting her head hang in her hands as they wiped the sweat from her face.

'That dream again... That's the 5th time this month. This damn village is driving me crazy; I can't wait to get the hell out of this deathtrap.' The young woman echoed in her mind.

This young was Antanasia Frost - a 35-year-old resident of the village who's dreamt of leaving the cursed village since the moment she lost her mother; who - against her father's wisdom - told her not to go out during the night but she failed to listen and lost her life when she was torn apart by a pack of lycans.

Antanasia's Father - Thomas Frost - worked as one of the village's best apothecaries; when your village is converted with death at every turn, a visit to them at least kept you alive along, giving you a chance to live. When her father died, Anatanasia took over the business and she's been working as hard as she can to save every last Lei so that she could leave this accursed place, and maybe the damn dreams will stop.

Little did she know - She was not the only one having a hard time sleeping.

[Castle Dimitrescu - The Catacombs]

The sound of water dripping through the creaks of the old stone that was illuminated by the light of the 3 candles perched upon the candlestick that rested in the hand of the golden-eyed woman that made her way through the stone tunnel. She walked until she reached a door but this door wasn't like all the others in his hall that were decaying away or already fallen apart into a pile of black wood - this door was fresh & made of fresh black wood with the golden Crest of Castle Dimitrescu right in the center of the door. The woman ran her free hand along the golden crest before she reached into her nightgown pocket and withdrew a small silver key that held her insignia as well. She inserted the key into the hole and turned, listening for the click, and pushed the door open, her long black hair - that would normally be in a black bun - was slight blown back as a cold gust of wind came from the newly opened room as she stepped inside.

The room was around a stone cell - the light of the moon that enter from the caged hole in the ceiling shined upon the crystals that were placed on burners around the room & in the center - was a large glass casket. The golden-eyed woman walked to the casket - her eyes beginning to water as she looked at the frozen figure that rested in the glass box, dressed in a lovely lavender silk gown, her skin ghostly white and her once silky brown hair was losing its pigment. The woman placed her hand on the glass box before speaking in a hushed voice.

"My Love... Forgive me for not coming to visit you for a while - the work with Mother Miranda has been rather time-consuming. She says that she is close to figuring out a way to return her beloved daughter from the grave...maybe she can do the same for you, my love. I've been dreaming a lot about you - about our time together. Could that mean...you shall return to me, My Beloved Flower?" She questioned the eternally silent woman in the glass box before her.

[The Next Week - Monday - The Awaited Day]

Map - ✔

Warm Clothing - ✔

All the chests packed onto the cart - ✔

2 Horses, well-fed - ✔

Horse food for 2 weeks - ✔

Small chests of Lei - ✔

Frost Herbal & Elixir Book - ✔

Lily's Locket - ✔

The Frost Family Photo Album - ✔

"That's everything." The lavender-eyed woman smiled as she checked off the last item on her list. She was finally ready to leave this place and never look back. She just closed the deal to sell her father's shop & her home for a hefty fee, it was the last little bit she needed to get everything she needed to the trip to the nearest major sit in Romania & buy a small home or a room at the inn.

Antanasia smiled at the cart of stuff before she walked over to her horse and stroked their manes - both of them snorting in glee.

"Don't worry, guys - packing took a lot longer than I thought but we still have some daylight to get to a safe place to get to before the sun goes down all the way." Antanasia looked at the setting sun with a smile, "We're gonna be free, guys. Now, let's get a move on; we've been here long enough." The girl said as she closed her eyes with a smile and began to board the carriage's driver seat when the horses began to freak out. Antanasia looked around with wide eyes to see what could have scared her horse when she saw 3 clouds of flies that seemed to be coming from 3 different directions - the bugs stood before her and gathered...into 3 bodies.

The Bodies of the Castle Dimitrescu's Heirs - The 3 Daughters.

"What do we have here, sister?" The eldest one - Bela - asked as she tilted her head like a cat.

"I don't know - it looks like a sheep is trying to leave the herd and we can't let that happen." said the middle child - Cassandra.

"Wait." The youngest - Daniela - said as she looked into the eyes of the woman before her & her sisters, 'Doesn't she look...familiar?" Daniela asked.

"What are you going on about, Dani?" Bela asked, confused at her sister's words.

"It's...I feel like I know her - something about her eyes making the back of my brain itch." Dani said without taking her eyes off the woman.

"You have a brain? When did you find it?" Cassandra chuckled - Bela was about to tell her off but something unexpected happened.

"Cassandra Dimitrescu - what have I don't you about disrespecting my dandelion?!" barked out Antanasia's mouth - causing her to slap her hand over her mouth when she realized what she said and the daughters - mainly Dani - got wide-eyed at those words.

"Dandelion? That's what... That's what Mama used to call me." Dani began to tear up, "I knew I recognized you... It's really you - you're back, Mama!!!" Dani yelled out with a smile but the woman before her shook her head.

"No, you have me mistaken for someone else! I am no mother of yours!" Antanasia barked out again as she backed away, bumping in her cart but it was for not when the daughters looked at each other, nodding and charged her.

[A few minutes later - Castle Dimitrescu - Alcina's Study]

"Mother, we have something for - something that you lost a long time ago," Bela said as she walked over to her mother sitting in her chair while her sisters held the struggling woman in their drip. The Lady of the Castle rose to her feet and turned to look at her daughters holding an unknown woman.

"What is the meaning of this, daughters?" Alcina asked.

"Mother, we have reason to believe that..." Bela began but Dani - in her excitement - her off.

"IT'S MAMA, MOTHER! SHE'S COME BACK BUT SHE WAS GOING TO LEAVE THE VILLAGE BUT WE CAUGHT HER BEFORE SHE DID!" Dani yelled out.

"LET GO OF ME! I'M NOT YOUR MAMA! I'M NOTHING TO YOU!" The woman yelled out.

'That Fury...'

It was indeed familiar.

"What makes you think she is my lost love when my beloved sleeps for eternity in a frozen glass box?" Alcina asked as she walked over to the struggling - looking down at her but couldn't see her eyes as they were closed in the struggling.

"Mother, she called Dani 'Dandelion' when Cassandra made fun of her." That name made Alcina's eyes widen and she looked at the woman before grabbing her face to keep it still but the woman still had her eyes closed.

"Open your eyes." Alcina demanded.

"Let me go!" Demanded the woman.

"OPEN YOUR DAMN EYES BEFORE I SLICE YOUR THROAT!" Alcina roared and her demand was met.

Gold Met Lavender.

Amber Met Amythest.

And the Dragon of Dimitrescu smiled again.

"MY BELOVED ANTANASIA, YOU HAVE RETURNED TO ME!" Alcina yelled as wrapped her arms around the woman and held her close, lifting her off the ground.

"Hey, let me down! How the hell do you know my name?" The lavender-eyed woman asked with a glare.

"My dear, are you well? Surely you remember your own wife?" Alcina questioned.

"I don't have a wife and even if I did, it damn sure wouldn't be you!" Antanasia yelled as she struggled - Alcina was stunned at her words but didn't let go.

"My love, what is the matter with you? Why are you like this?" Alcina asked.

"I'm not your love! I'm not their Mama! I just wanna get back to my cart and leave!" The woman yelled.

"Cart? What cart?" Alcina asked.

"As Dani said, Mother - she had packed a cart that was being pulled by two horses and was going to leave the village, she was going to leave us." Bela explained. Alcina looked wide-eyed as she returned her gaze to the glaring woman.

"Antanasia, my heart - does our daughter speak the truth? Were you really going to leave us?" Alcina asked.

'FOR THE LAST TIME - I'M NOTHING TO YOU, EITHER OF YOU! I DON'T KNOW HOW YOU KNOW MY NAME OR WHO YOU'RE CONFUSING ME WITH BUT I'M NOT HER AND I DON'T WANNA BE HER! I JUST WANNA LEAVE THIS HELLISH PLACE AND LIVE MY LIFE!" The lavender-eyed woman yelled and began panting to catch her breath.

"You are not going anywhere." Alcina's voice came out as a growl.

"What?!" Lavender eyes widened again at anger bleeding in gold.

"Do you know how long I have been waiting for you to come back to us? To make our family whole again? To light these dark halls with your love and life? Too long. Far too long. I lost you once - now your soul returns to me in this new form but I'm glad you retained your lavender eyes; the eyes I fell in love with." Alcina purred.

"I'm not the woman you fell in love with!" She pleaded.

"No, you're not, but give it time & you will be again. It doesn't matter how long I have to wait - your soul has returned to us and I shall rekindle that love. As you said before I lost you - Not even time can keep us apart." Alcina smiled a dangerous grin.

[End]

[13uswntimagines]

The Best Stress Reliever (Lindsey Horan x Reader)

Request: lindsey x reader where reader is in college and calls lindsey one night bc she misses her and lindsey flies in the next day and they spend the weekend just hanging out and cuddling? thanks :)

Sometimes, being in college really sucked. More times you wondered why you had decided to torture yourself trying to juggle Soccer, and a double major in Biology and Neuroscience. The suckiest part of the whole thing was that your girlfriend was halfway across the country tied up with her NWSL team duties and you were trapped on campus trying not to rip all of your hair out. 

You sighed, blinking slowly at the cursor taunting you on your computer screen. You had written and erased the conclusion of the lab report you were supposed to be typing about a hundred times, and you were no closer to finishing it than you were five hours ago when you had started. You wanted to slam your head into the keyboard, to get some characters onto the blank page. More than anything, you wanted your girlfriend here, to rub your shoulders and tell you that you werent the dumbass you felt like right now. You shook your head, pulling out your phone, deciding that you needed a break. 

The telltale beep of of your girlfriend answering the FaceTime call brought a smile to your face, but instead of being met with her gorgeous blue eyes and dimples, all you saw was a dark screen. 

“Hey babe, whats wrong?” She groaned, flipping on her bedside light, blinking sleepily at you through the phone, squinting at the now bright light filling the room.

 You winced glancing at the clock. You honestly hadn’t thought about the time difference between where she was at camp and where you were at college. “Shit, I didn’t realize it was this late, I just needed a break and I miss you so much,” 

“It’s alright babe, I miss you too,” She said, smiling brightly at you. You felt your cheeks twitch up in response, the first real smile you had in weeks. She glanced at the clock, her eyes widening at the time.“What are you doing up this late? Dont you have class at 8?” 

“Yeah, Dr. Murrey assigned a giant lab report and I just can’t seem to figure out how to finish it,” You mumbled back pouting. You had all the tools, but you just didn’t know how to put everything together. 

“That doesn’t answer the question babe,” She said fondly, rolling her eyes. 

“It’s due tomorrow at midnight,” You sighed sadly, scrubbing your hands over your eyes. Just what you wanted to do with your Friday night, Finnish a dreaded paper. 

“But then you’ll be done for the weekend right?” She asked, and you blinked back at her, mentally rolling through the due dates in your head, before nodding. You would get a much needed break this weekend, but you still had to make it through class, practice and homework tomorrow for that to happen. You just wished that Lindsey was here to cuddle you and tell you that everything would be alright. 

“Well, try and get some sleep, so you can finish and relax tomorrow,” She smiled sympathetically at you, and you let out a breath. 

“Fine,” 

She laughed at your antics, showing off her amazing dimples. 

“I love you,” 

“I love you too,” you yawned through your smile, waving at the girl and clicking the little red button. You would get some sleep and let future Y/n deal with your problem. 

(What you didn’t know was that your girl had a plan to make you feel so much better) 

*****

You were at the end of your fucking rope. You had finished your paper during lunch instead of eating, taken a surprise quiz and done an unexpected beep test on an empty stomach.

 You fumbled with the keys to your dorm room, glad (not for the first time) that you had the room to yourself. You stepped through the door, slamming it behind you and laying down on your very comfortable rug. You rubbed your face in the shag surface, closing your eyes and allowing it to comfort away your pain. It wasn’t nearly as good as your girlfriend, but it would have to do for the next few weeks.

“You know, I never thought a rug would get more attention from you than me,” Your girlfriends said sarcastically, her adidas sneakers coming into view just in front of your face. You blinked a few times, peeling your face from the soft floor, and meeting her amused blue eyes,” 

“Linds?” You asked, your voice muffled by the floor. She suppressed a laugh, how could anyone else con your coach into giving her a key to your room. She sighed, plopping down on the floor and pulling you into her lap, your face immediately finding its way to her neck, breathing in her scent, your cold nose sending a shiver down her spine. 

“Hey babydoll, rough day?” She asked softly, her hand rubbing soothing circles into your back. 

“You have no clue,” You puffed out, your body Turning to jelly in her very capable hands. 

“Let’s get you cleaned up, and we can cuddle and watch movies,” She said, kissing your temple and standing with you cradled in her arms. 

****

Some would call Lindsey Horan simply great, but you thought there was a far better term for her. Snuggled into her chest, wrapped in your quilt, the Princess Bride playing in the background, you would call her a miracle worker. Her touch was like Magic’s, soothing away your stress and reassuring you that everything would work out alright. 

“Hmm, how are you here?” You mumbled, sitting up a little and placing a peck on the underside of her chin. Your blinding smile was evident in your voice. 

“I booked a flight the second I got off the phone with you” She hummed, squeezing you tighter to her. You being so stressed and frazzled had broken her heart, so it had been a no brainer for her to hop on a plane and come to your rescue. Your knight in shining armor. 

“You’re the best, and warm, and so kissable,” You placed a kiss on her face with each word, getting closer and closer to her lips, but missing the target. 

“Well you get 3 days of kisses,” She said, leaning up and finally connecting your mouths. She moved softly against you, conveying love and comfort in her slow movements. “my flights not till Monday morning,” She said, after air became an issue, pecking the permminaly raised corners of your lips. You got her for the whole weekend! She better not think you were leaving this bed for anything. 

“Hmmm, we can do more than kiss,” You said suggestively, wiggling your eyebrows at her, enjoying the mischievous glint that sparked in her eyes. She knew the best way to help you de-stress, and she was going to take full advantage of it. 

With a devilish smirk she rolled the two of you over, and leaned down to connect your foreheads “Can’t wait,”

[cotncandyboifics]

1989 [High School AU]: Chapter 7

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Chapter 1 ~ Chapter 2 ~ Chapter 3 ~ Chapter 4 ~ Chapter 5 ~ Chapter 6 ~ Chapter 8 ~ Chapter 9 ~

Pairings: slight Logince, eventual Prinxiety & Logicality

Word count: 2,142

Story summary: Roman Prince is your stereotypical Jock, with everyone swooning after him. Every day a crowd of people follow him around, only to disperse at his personal whim. In reality, he's lucky to have such good acting skills that help him cover up the disdain he has for his life. He only wishes he could use his skills properly.

Patton Whitelock's always there to lend a helping hand, no matter who you are. If you need a favor or just need someone to talk to, go to him. In reality, he's been taught from a young age that kindness should be held above all else. No one suspects that he took it the wrong way.

Logan Montgomery is the smartest boy in the Senior class. He's stern, and most people are too intimidated to speak to him. In reality, he despises most all of his fellow students. He sticks to his studies and doesn't stray, for fear of being stuck in his father's shadow his whole life.

Virgil Black is the most emo kid in school, let alone 12th grade; everyone knows to leave him be. In reality, he's very fortunate. He has two parents who love him dearly. But everything beyond his life, everything within his mind, is utter chaos and turmoil.

what will happen when they're assigned a biology project together?

General CW: food, swearing, implied s-lf h-rm, non-graphic descriptions of s-lf h-rm scars, graphic and non-graphic descriptions of anxiety attacks and panic attacks, drug abuse, minor character intoxicated on heroin, non-graphic drug overdose description, sickness/description of sickness, blood, non-graphic descriptions of needles, (will be added to as I write more)

Chapter CW: food, implied starts of anxiety attacks, (let me know if i missed anything please!)

Author notes: whenever I reread this chapter I'm not sure whether the point of it is clear to the reader or not... but I'm not sure how to rewrite/fix it lol

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Finally, it was Friday. Between classes, Virgil was pacing quickly down the hall when he noticed Logan exchanging things from his locker. He also saw Roman approaching the tall boy, adorning a mischievous smile. Virgil decided to slip out of sight behind the bustle of the hallway to observe their interaction, staying hidden near the walls.

Roman stood directly behind Logan and tapped him on the shoulder. Logan turned fully around, and upon seeing Roman, he opened his mouth to speak. He was quickly was interrupted, however, as Roman put his hand against the locker at Logan's side, and traced his other hand down Logan's button-up-covered chest. Logan was pinned against his open locker. Virgil couldn't make out the things Roman was saying to him, but Logan looked blatantly... caught off guard, to say the least. His pearly white cheeks were dusted pink. After a few moments, he pushed Roman aside and made to leave, but Roman grabbed him by the tie and pulled him back. They'd switched positions, Logan having put his pale bony arm out to stop himself from falling. Roman was still pulling his tie, smirking and looking into his eyes deviously. Virgil read Roman's lips and thought he saw "-if you're into that." Logan was clearly getting frustrated and forced his tie away, collecting his book bag from the floor and shooing Roman so that he could close his locker. Virgil saw Logan speak, and made out something like "I'll be late for class."

What a couple they made. Virgil felt something heavy growing in the pit of his stomach. Roman had left to go to his class as well, and the halls were becoming more and more empty as students filed into various classrooms. Finally the bell rang, and Virgil felt like he couldn't move to save his life. He started scratching his wrist and felt his breathing become uneven. No, not here, not now. He forced himself to breathe normally and made his way to his next class.

...

Later that day, Patton was lying on Virgil's bed, throwing a bouncy ball up and catching it in a slow rhythm. Virgil was seated at his desk right beside Patton, vaguely attempting to finish his French homework. Not like it'd be due until Monday anyway.

Patton and Virgil had been good friends from a young age, and usually hung out like this around twice a week. Every now and then they'd do something special, but usually it was just being together and talking.

Virgil knew a lot about Patton, more than most people do. He knew about his best friend's current... sticky home situation, and so he never questioned it when Patton came up to him later in the school day with a sorrowful glint in his eyes, asking if they could go back to Virgil's house that evening.

"Do you think they had a nice date yesterday?" Patton said after a minute or two of calm silence. Virgil looked over at him. He'd stopped throwing the ball, and was now inspecting its strange colorful surface, scratching at little flakes of plastic that hung off its seams. Virgil thought to himself how it was so strange that these types of bouncy balls always seemed to practically glow when exposed to light, even though they had no sparkles or shiny qualities about them.

"I guess I don't know. Roman might have ruined it with his overconfidence and ridiculous antics," Virgil finally replied, leaning back in his chair and staring at the ceiling. "Especially if he did something like take them to some 5-star family-owned Italian restaurant where you get kicked out unless you're wearing a waistcoat and you have to make a reservation a year in advance," he mused. Patton giggled a little.

"Yeah, that sounds like Mr. Prince," He offered a little quieter than he wanted to. Virgil eyed him with concern.

"You haven't really been thinking much of it, have you?" Virgil turned fully toward his bespectacled friend now, who was just staring blankly, clutching the bouncy ball to his chest. "I mean, I don't think it'll be much of a distraction to our project than Roman already is. And besides, I really doubt that Logan will go for a second round," Virgil dismissed the notion bitterly, and Patton wondered when Virgil had developed such a resentment against Roman.

"Well," Patton started, sitting up and pulling his legs into a criss-cross applesauce, "I'm surprised Logan wanted to in the first place. I don't think he has ever dated anyone, let alone someone so..."

"I know what you mean." Virgil got up to sit criss-cross applesauce with his friend on the bed. They looked at each other and giggled a little, remembering how they used to do this as little kids. They were just like brothers in a way.

Virgil noticed Patton pulling at his ring again, and knew something was up. "Hey," He said, taking Patton's hand. Patton looked up at him nervously from behind his big round glasses, his blonde curls hiding the top trims. "What's up?"

Patton made a noise that was something between a scoff and a sigh, looking away but not pulling away. "I just..." He thought for a long moment on how to begin what he wanted to say without saying what he didn't want to say... not yet, anyway. "I want Logan to be happy. He's a, good friend," A smile curled at the edges of his mouth. "I don't think Roman makes him... unhappy, per se. I think they could be really," Patton pulled his hand back and started fidgeting with his ring again, "close... but I don't know if, them being together will make Logan happy. W-will make either of them happy." He looked up at Virgil then, who was stoic. "I-I mean, i know it isn't really any of my business to worry about. I know I don't really know... anything about their date or..."

Virgil gave a somber smile. "I know what you mean. I feel it too. I mean, they don't seem to... clash correctly," Virgil meshed his fingers together as a visual metaphor. "They don't fit quite right into a relationship box together. And i don't think Roman is enamored with him in the way he says he is, or acts like he is." That bitter tone resurfaced in Virgil's voice again, and Patton took note of it.

He looked up, curls bouncing slightly. "What do you mean by that?" Virgil returned his eye contact, and Patton looked like he was hiding some emotion. Maybe... anger?

"Well..." Virgil thought about what he'd said. Specifically a certain song and a certain moment that had given him the notion that, as much as Roman acted confident, when he was truly falling for someone... he might act quite the opposite. Virgil felt his cheeks heat up, and Patton's expression changed.

"Is there something you know that i don't?" Patton pressed. Not maliciously, but curiosity dripped from his voice. Virgil brought his fingertips to his cheeks and wondered how they'd gotten so hot so quickly.

"Well, I, I just..." Virgil stuttered for a long moment. "I suppose it seems like, i don't know, like, maybe if Roman were really, um, that is to say, maybe, he would be, if he were really, you know, into someone, like that, like, um," He was talking with his hands too much, and Patton noticed his breathing becoming more like heaving. He took Virgil's frantic hands.

"Hey, take a sec," Patton's voice was coated in caramel. Virgil finally made eye contact again. "Breathe, bud," Patton said even calmer and sweeter this time. Virgil's attention suddenly switched to his breathing patterns, which he now noticed were getting rather erratic. He took a moment to reconcile himself.

"Sorry, I went off on a bit of a tangent there... but, as i was saying, or, trying to say," Virgil continued to stumble his way to his point, but with more purpose this time, "... Roman, strikes me as the type, to seem... like he wouldn't act the way he does with Logan if he were in love with him, maybe," He was fiddling with his own fingers now. "but i have a feeling that he might be... a bit of a softie. I mean, what i mean is, he... If he really likes someone I think he wouldn't be able to be his... y'know... confident, jock, witty-remark-shooting self. If that, makes any sense."

"huh," Patton said after a moment of consideration. "Well that's possible. I don't really know honestly. I haven't spent a lot of time with the guy, and whenever i do he always seems to be that same confident person. Well, except with you, sometimes."

"Huh? Me? What?" Virgil was blatantly alarmed. Patton hadn't meant to cause this alarm, so he replied gently.

"Oh, no no kiddo, i just mean like... Y'know how you two are always sorta, bickering or debating or poking fun at each other?" Virgil nodded. "Well, I've just noticed, that sometimes when you make certain comments or whatnot, he sort of... Loses himself. His persona. It kind of falls away, and he seems sort of lost for words." Virgil looked even more alarmed than before. "I-I don't mean that that's necessarily because of you, I just, it's just the only time i have seen him react in that way and... I don't know. It probably happens with him all the time when I'm not around. Or whatever. I don't know. I'm sorry." Patton spoke so quickly that Virgil hardly heard each word. He was just trying to calm himself. Was it so obvious?

"Well." Was all he could muster in reply.

"Anyhow, I think I agree, at least that something seems a little off... I hope it is anyw-" Virgil trained his eyes on Patton. "I mean- I, uh, I-I don't know where that came from! I don't hope, that- I don't hope anything bad for either of them! I didn't- I didn't think, I just-"

"You just have a crush on Logan?" Virgil was still staring at Patton, mischief peeking around the edges of his pupils.

"Wuh-- What!!!" Patton couldn't say anything else; he just grabbed the nearest pillow and shoved his face into it. Virgil heard an indignant "no I don't" from the pillow as he put his hand on his best friend's shoulder.

"Patton, buddy. It's okay." Virgil just awkwardly patted the shoulder of Patton's balled up form.

"Does everyone know!?" He looked up finally, his nose running slightly. He wasn't crying, but even so, sometimes when he got emotional or embarrassed his cheeks turned deep rosy and his nose started running. Just another little quirk about him that Virgil always kept close to his heart.

"Well, it is plain as day," Virgil started while Patton's eyes seemed so somehow grow larger, "But Logan and Roman have no clue, as far as I can tell. Logan wouldn't know you liked him unless... well, unless you asked him on a date apparently," Virgil chuckled slightly, remembering the bizarre interaction between Roman and Logan on Monday. "And Roman is always too busy bothering Logan to pay attention to what you're doing," Virgil propped his chin up on one of his hands. "But objectively, it is pretty obvious."

Patton was deflated, blonde curls doing their best to bashfully cover his eyes now. He put his face back into the pillow on his lap. Virgil heard a muffled "I'm sorry."

"What? Why are you sorry?" Virgil rubbed his back now.

"I don't know. I'm sorry to Logan mostly. And to myself." His shrunken form shook slightly. Virgil hoped he wouldn't start crying.

"Ohhhh come on," Virgil awkwardly attempted to comfort him. "No one knows, and besides, it's no big deal. You'll be alright. Most likely, nothing will happen, and you can just eventually move on with your life. And heck, maybe you'll get your chance with him."

Patton's curls shook again as he looked up, eyes the size of the moon. "You really think so????" He asked in earnest. clear snot streams ran down from his nostrils and over his lips now, and his whole face was like a tomato. Virgil laughed airily.

"...It's always possible," he said almost under his breath. He wondered if he was reassuring himself or Patton more.

They sat in silence for a short moment, Virgil shaking his slender fingers through his vibrant purple bangs. I should re-dye my hair soon. The roots are starting to show.

"Wanna get some ice cream?" Virgil asked eventually. Patton's eyes lit up.

"Yeah! Did your mom get Grasshopper Pie again??? I love that stuff so much!" They got up off Virgil's bed together to head down the hall to the stairs.

"Actually, my mom tried making some herself this time," Virgil shut his bedroom door behind them.

"Ooh, really!?!?! I'm so excited to try it then!" Patton squealed, overjoyed as a small child would be. It was as if all of his troubles had dissipated like seeds in the wind. Another thing Virgil admired about Patton.

He hoped everything would be okay.

[thefluffyvillain-fluffmaster]

Main fics, Side fics, Dead fics, and Hiatus fic

Okay, because people seemed to never noticed and the amount of times people comment on side fics say is this dead, despite notices on the majority saying I will update when I feel like it is getting to a stupid point and I am tired about it, so I am putting this all over my social media and will likely be putting in my fics or even make an announcement fic for it just to give me a break from answering the same question. I am going to make sure this post is repeated posted too, just so people remember.

Main fics.

Main fics are a collection of 13 of my fanfics that I update the most, and they cycle in an update schedule. I update these fics Monday’s and Friday’s, and the system in order is ;

1.  Independence

2.    The Potential of a Quirkless

3.    The Pain the heart hides 

4.    Every heart has its thorns (Coming to an end soon)

5.    The Blooming of the Gracidea 

6.    The light of the Dark 

7.    A promise from Peace to Hope 

8.    Under the sea and Stars 

9.    Float like a butterfly sting like a bitch 

10.  Green Valley café and Rescue centre 

11.    Judging a forbidden wish  (Coming to an end soon)

12.    Tameshi - Rising 

13.    The child once forgotten 

You can compare this to the latest updated main fic to see what is coming next.

Side Fics

this fics are ones I work on at the side, much less then the main fics, I usually like to build up a fair few chapters for side fics before posting them. More likely to post new side fics when I want to get a look into a how well people like an idea, and these fics have the potential to cycle into the main fics when a current main fic ends or if it goes on Hiatus. The other fics that are not main fics fall into this category, and these get asked on the most. Give me time people, I will update when I want to, just wait.

Dead Fics

Okay, now this is what the assumption was about that made me write this. I will never abandon an idea, at most Hiatus’ are what I will go with. Never assume a fic of mine is dead, ever. It is most likely a side fic that i just can’t be assed to update right now, or I am struggling with writers block, or I am just working on building up a collection of ready to post chapters.

A dead/discontinued fic will usually have a chapter update notifying people of this. The only one in my mind that has been discontinued is the Not so hopeless fic, but that one was never any good and still is to this day, one of my lesser read ones due to the OC prominence. I will be adding a notification chapter to that fic after this is posted.

The other is Fuel to the flames, but everyone is aware it is in the process of getting a complete series re-write and people don’t bother me about it.

Hiatus Fics

this is self explanatory, even I need a break from some fics sometimes, I will always notify  with a notice and Hiatus will appear in the title. It will also be part of the On Hiatus series

Hope this helps explain a few things about how my mind works with fics, please stop assuming something is dead if I haven’t update a certain fic in a while, I do have a life outside of writing fics.

[dreamingofscully]

Grey Canyon 14/?

Rating: Current Chapter: PG, Series: up to Mature Categories: Western AU / MSR / WIP WC: 2546 / Total WC: 23,827 Updated on Mondays and Fridays.

Thank you to @ceruleanmilieu for the beta! ❤️ Tagging: @impulsive-astrophile @baronessblixen @suitablyaggrieved @sculderfan​ @today-in-fic (let me know if you want to be tagged when I post!)

all chapters in order: ao3 / tumblr

CH 1 / CH 2 / CH 3 / CH 4 / CH 5 / CH 6 / CH 7 / CH 8 / CH 9 / CH 10 / CH 11 / CH 12 / CH 13

CHAPTER 14: “Sunrise/sunset”

Grey Canyon, Colorado 1885

Nothing frustrated Mulder more than inaction. It was his biggest strength, and yet also his weakness. He would not shy away from doing what was needed, except when it came to waiting. And yet, waiting has been imposed on him in two ways. First, by the circumstances involving Dana’s brothers. He did not know if they were close, or if they had no idea where she was. He would not take the chance to investigate, to expose her, or to leave her alone for longer than an hour or two. Second, the impasse he’d placed upon himself regarding his relationship with Dana, upon furthering their intimacy. He would do what was right, it was important. But what did that look like? He didn’t know, it was only a feeling he had, deep in his gut.

His mind kept turning back to yesterday morning’s pathetic proposal. Then, to awakening next to her, the smell and feel of her body next to his as she clung to him in sleep. The way her hair shone against the backdrop of the sunrise through her window, a cloud of golden-red. When she awoke, the smile she gave him, secret and special. And the gentle kiss she’d pressed to the hand that rested on her shoulder. He would have that future: living through every sunrise with her next to him. He didn’t know why he could not let himself stay, to enjoy her entirely. To avoid her disappointed gaze when he left, over and over.

So, he brooded. Sat at the bar, chin on his fist, staring at the wall but not seeing it. He felt some solution was within his reach, just out of his grasp. The idea floated just underneath his consciousness, fuzzy and unclear.

Suddenly, a vague shape coalesced.

“Melvin!”

The barkeep sauntered over to him after pouring Walt a drink, frowning and silent.

“What was that story you told me a while back about your aunt?”

***

Early evening descended upon the Gilded Hall. The sun was well on its way to setting, the sky turning from bright blue to a more muted tone, hints of gold in the west along the ridges of the Rocky Mountains. Mulder shielded his eyes and watched from his vantage up on the roof of the hall. He paced, wiping his sweaty palms on his best trousers, checking to make sure he hadn’t forgotten anything in his preparations.

After speaking with Melvin, he made quick work of his plans, invigorated by his idea. Madam had supplied him with the scarf, blue silk embroidered prettily with yellow daisies along the edges. Melvin, who was waiting inside, had washed his face and looked quite out of place in his suit, hair stuffed underneath his somewhat-cleaner black bowler hat.

The blanket he’d retrieved from Nellie, as she watched their preparations curiously. It was something she kept in her chest, a present from a former life, and she wanted Dana to have it. She handed it over, shyly remarking “Make sure to treat her right, Fox.”

He’d hoped this would do it. That she’d finally be treated right, as she deserved.

The tapping of the ladder summoned him from his reverie. He removed his hat, placing it on the blanket and cushions spread over the freshly swept roof. A couple chairs, an oil lamp for when the sun fell from the sky, and a covered dish with their dinner completed the picture.

The top of Dana’s hair poked out from the hole in the roof. Not meant to be commonly accessed, the open hatch, which Mulder discovered earlier in the afternoon, was the perfect final touch. The sunset, some stargazing, and something else that would finally allow him to explore the rest of his future with her.

“Some help, please!”

He rushed over and bent downwards, grabbing her arms and lifting her up onto the roof. She looked back down through the hatch and waved at Melvin.

“I think he got quite the show,” she said, quirking her eyebrow.

“I’m sure he’ll never forget it.”

She chucked and dusted off her blue gown where some dirt had clung to it in her climb. Then her eyes took in the view, her expression turning from amusement and curiosity to wonderment. It really was spectacular up here. Distant enough from the street to avoid the offensive smells and sounds. The plains rising up into mountains in the west, far enough away that the sun hadn’t yet disappeared behind them.

“What’s all this, then?” She turned to face him.

“A surprise. Something nice,” he said, guiding her to the blanket and chairs with a hand on her lower back.

“Well, all right then,” she said, her face flushing with pleasure and a smile peeking onto her lips.

They sat and ate, feeding each other bits of fruit and cheese and tearing off pieces of fresh bread. A few birds landed near them, and they shared their crumbs. He was happy to see her enjoyment, but as the backdrop of their dinner transformed into the painted hues of purple and red and orange, he felt his heart flutter, his hands start to sweat.

“Do you know why I prefer the sunset?” she asked, after their conversation went silent.

He shook his head, wiping his hands on his knees before taking the nearly-empty plate from her and placing it away from them.

“The stars,” she said. Her face tilted upwards at the sky, a few sparkling dots appearing in the canvas of deep blue above them. “My father would take me sailing, sometimes. Tell me stories about the constellations, the myths surrounding them. I feel as though he is here when I look upwards at night.” She lowered her gaze to him. “I don’t get much opportunity nowadays.”

“I know.”

She reached over and squeezed his hand, then got up from her chair and pulled him down next to her on the blanket. Sitting along her side and facing him, she leaned against the cushions on an elbow and looked skyward once more. Once he’d settled near her, his thumb brushing along her wrist, she began to speak again.

“You have heard the story of Andromeda?”

He nodded. “But I would hear it from you.”

“Let me show you, first,” she said, leaning close to him and pointing out a particularly bright set of stars. “You see those stars there, that form a square?”

He followed her finger, tearing his gaze from her face. “Yeah, I think so.”

“That’s Pegasus. Follow it there, upwards slightly…” She directed his gaze, and at first he could not see anything except a chaotic mess of white lights against an inky backdrop. But then it came together, and he could see the pattern as she spoke, the rest of the stars fading to insignificance.

“I see it!” he exclaimed.

She smiled, and continued, telling him of the story of how an innocent daughter was abandoned by her family, chained to a rock and left for a beast, until a stranger came along and changed her fate. As she spoke, a wistful expression on her face, he could not help but make the comparison. He wouldn’t claim to have saved her, not yet at least, but he would certainly do whatever he could against the monster that was coming.

He no longer looked skyward. Her expression softened as she told the story, eyes shining as she not only remembered the tale, but the memory of the person who told it to her. He wanted to give her that, again, give her something from which she could look back and think only of warmth, instead of regret.

Trailing his hand along her arm, folded between them, he grasped her hand.

“You’re not looking at the stars,” she said, peering at him out of the corner of her eyes.

“I am looking at what is most important,” he said, making her blush. “And I am listening.”

She touched his face, her thumb dragging along his bottom lip, eyes turned serious. “I wish you could have met him.”

“Your father.”

“He would have liked you.”

“A military man liking someone with outlandish ideas and designs for his daughter? I am doubtful.”

She laughed. “He would have seen you, as I do.”

“And what do you see?”

“A good man,” she said, leaning forwards and kissing him softly on his lips. She was very convincing.

She moved closer, leaning her head on his shoulder and continuing her search of the night sky, and within her own mind for happier times, he thought. His heart sped up, not only due to her proximity but of the question he still needed to ask her.

“Would I be Medusa, in that story, or perhaps the flying horse?” he joked.

She smiled widely at him, laughing freely. He slipped out from beside her and lit the oil lamp, the moon and stars their only illumination; they were draped in shadows and he wanted to see her. When he returned to her side, she grasped his hand within hers, pulling it to her mouth and kissing his palm.

“This… whole thing is lovely. Thank you.”

He cleared his throat, suddenly very warm despite the chill of the night air. He twisted his collar, loosening it slightly and fidgeting next to her.

“What has gotten you so nervous, Mulder? You do know that these stories are only myths, right? Or do you also believe in sea monsters?” she teased.

He bowed his head. “I admit, I, uh, have an ulterior motive to all of this…” he said, waving his hands at the setting he’d created for them.

“Well, if it’s to get into this dress, you already know where I stand, so it must be something else,” she said playfully, her head tilting at him. “Out with it.”

“So, I’ve been thinking about our situation...” he started.

“‘Situation’?” she said, raising an eyebrow at him.

He flushed, laughed nervously. “I have another story to tell, and you can thank Melvin for it, although perhaps he’d already been paid with a good view.”

Dana smiled and nodded, patting his hand.

“He’s part Irish, like yourself, also part Scot. A mix of many things I suppose. Cherokee, too, he claims, though he lacks the height for me to believe that,” he said. He clasped her hand within his, squeezing it. “His aunt Katie told him the story about how she met her husband. There’s a tradition, over there, where they choose their mates through a wall, only having seen the woman’s hand. They are bonded then, for a year and a day…”

He stared at their hands, having no doubt he would know hers.

“It started a long time ago, when a priest was not available.”

When he looked back at her, her head was bowed as she waited, quiet and still.

“Once chosen, they would fasten a scarf around their hands, and they would live together as if married, for the year and a day, or until a child came, or a priest came by.”

He brought the scarf the Madam gave him from inside his pocket and placed it next to their hands.

“It only requires a witness, and Melvin agreed--”

“Stop,” Dana interrupted, withdrawing her hand. She stood up quickly and backed away a few steps.

“If he is too offensive, perhaps the Madam would agree…?” He stood as well, taking the scarf in one hand, reaching out to her with the other.

She shook her head, and he saw the glistening of tears in her eyes. “All of it, Mulder.”

“But--”

“The answer to your question is no, and I should have been clear before,” she said, not meeting his eyes.

Mulder’s shoulders slumped. “Of course… I shouldn’t have assumed that you wanted this, that I was… the marrying type.”

“Look at me,” she said, her voice sharp.

He did, massaging the back of his neck. This wasn’t turning out how he’d envisioned, the exact opposite, in fact. Instead of a happy Dana, kissing, and… perhaps more, she stood in front of him, upset and perhaps a little angry, for a reason he could not fathom. He waited, feeling the weight of guilt already settling on his shoulders.

“I do not need a fancy ring, or a scarf, or anything else to know how I feel about you. How you feel about me,” she started. Her eyes softened slightly, but she did not approach. “If my circumstances had been any different, if I’d ended up like one of the girls here, would I be any less worthy of your love, of your commitment?”

“Of course not,” he said.

From the look on her face, he guessed she did not believe him. “I am so tired of other people thinking they know what is best for me, or, as you say it, what I deserve.”

“Dana, I… do not mean it that way." He bowed his head, unable to look at her. Not wanting to fight, to turn this into something ugly, but the right words escaped him. He found his anger starting to build as well. How could she think such a thing? Then the doubt. Have I really made her feel that way?

“Maybe so. But that is not my only reason for my refusal,” she said. “I have seen what happens, when a woman gets married. My mother, my sister, my friends at college. A wife is treated as even less of an individual. Even if she fights against it, as my sister did, it changes her."

She stepped closer, pointing her finger at his chest but not quite touching it. Her cheeks were red and her eyes blazed.

"When I marry, I will no longer be myself. I become your wife, your property, not my own person. If you cannot understand that, then we are finished speaking."

"Dana I do not want a wife, I want you." He clenched his hands into fists, twisting the delicate scarf in his grasp.

"Even if you did not mean to change me, it would happen. And I do not mean to lose myself," she said, pursing her lips, and turning away from him.

He grabbed her arm to prevent her from moving away, his anger rising. "You say I am ridiculous, that I have crazy ideas, well yours is the most absurd idea I have ever heard. Just because we are together in some official capacity does not mean that anything changes!"

Dana stared at his arm, then looked up at his face, her eyes cold and furious. She spoke harshly. "No offense, sir, but you are not a woman. You do not know what it is like--”

“Dana--”

“I am not finished. If whatever object you conjure to bind us together does not change anything then why is it so important to you? Why do you insist on it before we take things further. It means something, to you at least... and I cannot give that to you."

Wrenching her arm away from his grasp, she stalked towards the hatch in the roof and climbed down as fast as her dress would allow. She did not look back.

Mulder stood there, shocked, the delicate scarf falling from his hand onto the dusty rooftop.