#sonora pass

[pcttrailsidereader]

Sonora Pass is one of the highlights of the PCT. It is crest walking at its most magnificent. There are incredible views to the east and west along the 6-mile length of the ridge line. Once again, we have David Xiao to credit for the photos. You can connect with David on Instagram @TrailingAdventures or check out his writing at www.trailingadventures.com

[vanwinkle11]

Just south of Sonora Pass along the Pacific Crest Trail on July 7, 2022

[sierrarockclimbingschool]

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[evermorx89]

multifandom fics recs

* indicates smiut

• de volta aos 15 - brasil

dreams come true -joel @stuckwthem

all srtarmina masterlist @srtarmina

• jacaerys velaryon x reader - house of the dragon

sonora (mordern!jace)- @earth4angels

bath tub* - @murdocksdaughter

if you can't take it (then get back) - @softspiderling

all the things yet to come are the things that have passed (modern!jace) - @xxselenite

court shenanigans - @princessbellecerise

getting caught*- @luvsfics

overprotective - @imagines-for-the-fangirls-soul

muña *- @fioiswriting

the heir's favorite * - @dreammfyre

guilty as sin * - @maysileeewrites

can i go (where you go)? (modern!jace) - @softspiderling

all jv sylasthegrim masterlist! - @sylasthegrim

longfully awaited* - @writtenapoiogy

↳ this one is a part 2, but can be read it alone

seduction* - @myladysapphire

fight for you - @gh0stsp1d3r

soul meets soul on lovers’ lips *- @swordgrace

•theodore nott x reader - harry potter

mini skirt*- @patrophthia

all the stars are brighter tonight masterlist!! - @thestarsarebrightertonight

i thought you knew - @agirlsguidetolove

secret admirer - @cloudybarnes

study break - @crimsntwlip

theostrophywife masterlist - @theostrophywife

the letter - @spectorgram

oh bella (italian!theo) - @ldrfanatic

needy* - @bettymylove

the cat chronicles - @obsessedwithceleste

only me (italian!theo) - @amiableness

jealousy (italian!theo) - @ahqkas

fools - @luv4freddie

one cup of coffee - @7s3ven

be my first* - @slytherinslut0

following instructions* - @dramaticals

pet dates - @drmaddict

darling socialite - @fangisms

i bet you think about me - @beingsuneone

did you hear what i said? - @dramaticals

all amourane masterlist! - @amourane

i think he knows - @dreamcubed

ask for it* - @pottersfia

delicate - @hoaxriot

[earth4angels]

Jacaerys Targaryen/Velaryon masterlist - requests open!

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝'𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭...

index: — ★: fluff — ୨୧: smut — 𓍢ִ໋🀦: angst

I. one shots:

— darling, i’ll wait for you ★ one shot here jacaerys velaryon x aunt!targaryen reader

summary: after the accident in driftmark the relationship between y/n and jacaerys became distant. come the day of the petition of who was going to be heir to driftmark, the feelings come back. it took a bloody fight for jacaerys to act on his feelings before it was too late and in hopes to unite the house of the dragon.

— a beginner’s guide to stealing a heart ★ one shot here modern jacaerys targaryen x fem!reader

summary: opening the most popular flower shop in town came with its perks, regular customers, never ending business and of course, a cute boy that visits with a new excuse for the sake of new flowers.

— rom-com gone wrong ★ coming soon spider-man au

summary: love to her came in the unexpected way, she loved her best friend more than he knew, she was content keeping it hidden, loving him inside until he came along. the masked super hero who made her heart beat the same way her best friend did — now everything was confusing, or was it?

II. on-going mini series:

— cosmic dancer ★ fic here modern!jacaerys x ballerina reader

summary: it takes a very braggy best friend who says he is the best cupid to ever exist for you to finally accept a blind date. however, you did not expect to cross paths with the one male who everyone wanted, a reputation of a lady-man but what could be worse? right?

— to love ★ ୨୧ fic here modern!jacaerys x f!reader

summary: finals season has arrived and jacaerys is worried about the championship game and passing his exams. he just did not think you would change the way of how studying could even work.

III. drabbles/requests:

— beautiful stranger 𓍢ִ໋🀦 fic here modern! jacaerys x f!reader

summary: over the course of an year, he watches her from afar, admiring the small details, falling in love with a stranger that does not know he exists. and as the final year of school almost at its end, he questions whether he wasted time or if it’s the perfect time to recover lost time.

— baby, i’m yours ★ fic here modern jacaerys x f!reader

summary: home is where you are, if you asked jacaerys what real love was he would describe every moment with you.

— sonora ★ fic here

modern jacaerys x reader

summary: taking care of you as you’re drunk is never a hard task for jacaerys if it means looking at you be so carefree and beautiful.

⠀── please let me know if you would like to join the jace tag list.

[fatehbaz]

“He was the messenger of a great spirit,” says René Montaño, a Comcaac linguist. [...] Montaño is addressing the entire community at a cultural festival in the Comcaac territory in what is today northwestern Mexico. He talks about how their ancestors learned that xnois (Zostera marina), a type of seagrass also known as eelgrass, could feed their people.

“Zostera marina is paramount for us,” Montaño says. “There are other parts of the world where it barely exists, but here, in this channel, there’s plenty. [...]”

Comcaac [...] fishers learned that it was a food that would give them the necessary strength to survive long ways at sea, and the different ways it could be prepared were passed down from generation to generation. In the past few decades, this knowledge has been largely neglected. Today, the Comcaac people are breathing new life into it.

Comcaac environmentalists Alberto Mellado and Erika Barnett [...] have been developing a study since 2020 [...]. The Infiernillo Channel, located between the Sonora coast and Tiburón Island -- the largest island in Mexico and a sacred site for the Comcaac people -- is a Ramsar site, meaning it’s a wetland of key global importance. It features seagrass meadows, mangrove estuaries, and small patches of coral reefs where various marine species feed. [...] The channel is also home to 81 species of invertebrates endemic to the Gulf of California, and various threatened species, like totoabas (Totoaba macdonaldi) and sea turtles. [...]

In early 2022, as part of this initiative, the team created an event that brought together chefs and biologists from Sonora, the U.S. and Spain who were interested in the culinary uses of xnois and in the conservation of seagrass. There, the Comcaac cooks shared their knowledge about the ancestral ways of preparing xnois: ground by hand to make flour for tortillas or tostadas, or as a drink made with warm water combined with honey [...]. Newer ways of preparing xnois were also on show, such as in energy bars, hotcakes, and bread in combination with wheat flour. [...]

Today, it’s Comcaac [...] like Laura Molina working to promote the benefits of xnois [...]. In a workshop [...], she flattens small dough balls into tortillas and toasts them over a fire. She says the first time she heard about this ancestral food was from her grandmother. Years later, she asked her mother to teach her how to prepare it. [...]

Erika Barnett says her great-grandparents were probably the last ones in the family to harvest eelgrass for the seeds. She says the fact that her father, now 76, can once again eat food prepared with xnois represents a great success. “The last time he’d eaten it, he was 7 years old,” she says. “Most young people have never tasted it, so this effort is really rescuing our culture.” [...] “The guys and my colleagues didn’t know how to prepare xnois, but I’m happy because we’re teaching them and the kids and adults who want to learn,” Molina says. “This is thanks to our ancestors. [...] [T]hey opened the path that led us here.”

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Headline, images, captions, and text as published by: Astrid Arellano. “Indigenous Comcaac serve up an oceanic grain to preserve seagrass meadows.” Mongabay. Translated by Maria Angeles Salazar. 3 March 2023. [Photos by Asstrid Arellano. This story was reported by Mongabay’s Latam team and first published on their Latam site on 6 June 2022. Some paragraph breaks added by me.]

[whumpflash]

Acacia Aneura: Water

cw: fantasy slavery, dehumanization, dehydration, referenced beating, crude language

previous // Masterlist //

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Judd lay there for what felt like an eternity, plagued by hunger and the ache of yesterday's wounds, kept miserably conscious by his own twisting, anxious stomach in spite of his exhaustion. His skull pounded with the familiar throb of a dehydration headache, and his throat and tongue felt like they’d been sandblasted. 

Skye didn’t help. Every time Judd was on the verge of falling asleep, his companion would shift on his thin mattress, letting out a wincing breath or a muffled cry as the movement tore at his new wounds. Judd wished he’d just shut up. Let him forget about what a coward, what a selfish fucking turncoat he was for just one second, but every noise was a reminder.

Coud’ve been better, Could’ve been worse. And Judd had made that choice for both of them.

By the time the door slid open, Judd was almost too tired to turn his head and see who it was. What was the point, anyway? His new master could do whatever he wanted, and Judd had to take it. If he wanted to avoid that, he'd have to get the fuck out of here. It was like Skye said, he had to show his fight. Get stronger, get fed and watered, and then he could escape. It was like Skye said…

Fuck Skye. He didn’t ask to be saved. Skye was here of his own will and his own fault, and if Judd did what he had to to survive, that wasn’t anything to feel guilty over.

Skye had been here before, and he’d still risked being sent back. He’d risked it.

He came back.

Fuck!

Judd grit his teeth and stared at the ceiling and waited for whoever to bear down on him.

It was Burke. He could see from the corner of his eye. Flanked by the same stupid goons, carrying…

Water.

Burke held two glass bottles, filled to the brim and shining with condensation. Judd sat up so quickly his head spun, and the man grinned at his reaction.

“Thirsty, are we?”

No fucking shit. The city people had more water than they knew what to do with, but Judd hadn't had any since the market yesterday. He knew Burke could’ve given him something to drink at any point, but this was about desperation. Control. And as much as he hated it, Judd knew he'd do anything for a drink. He didn’t even care if it was laced with Compliance, he needed it.

Drink or die.

Skye had woken at Burke’s entrance, and was painstakingly pushing himself into a kneeling position, his head bowed. Burke regarded him with a raised eyebrow.

“Look at that. The mutt already remembers how to greet its betters. Looks like the punishment did it good.”

Judd had to fight a scowl.  Stay calm. Pretend to obey. Get water.

He couldn’t find it in him to be annoyed when Burke knelt beside Skye first. He deserved that much. Still, a desperation was beginning to crawl up his throat at the sight of the bottles. His eyes were locked on Burke’s hands as he twisted off the lid of the first, lifting it to Skye’s lips. Skye had far more self control than he’d be able to muster; sitting placidly, hands on his knees as Burke slowly titled the thing up and allowed him to drink.

It was torturous to watch. Burke had to be dragging it out on purpose. A slow sip, a pause, another tip of the bottle, on and on as Judd’s head throbbed and his hands twitched at his slides.

He needed it. Fuck, he neded it, he’d do anything.

At fucking last, Skye emptied the bottle. Burke closed it with a twist, and passed the empty container to one of the guards. Judd’s turn. He could feel his body shivering, with the cold, with pain, with the fucking anticipation. Remembering Skye, he bowed his head, squeezing his hands together in his lap, and Burk hmmd.

“‘27’s already learning too. Good boy.”

Remembering how Sonora withheld it from him before, Judd forced himself to remain still, to not recoil at the phrase. He needed the water.

Burke dropped to one knee beside him, unscrewing the bottle. He didn’t hold it to Judd’s lips right away, and he had to fight to contain a whine of frustration.

“How are you feeling, ‘27? Ready for the fights?”

That was tonight, wasn’t it? He’d feel a lot more fucking ready if Burke would just give him the water.

Judd forced himself to nod.

“Very good. It’s sure to be quite the event.” The bottle at last hovered near him, cool rim pressing to his lips. Judd squeezed his hands together tighter, fighting the urge to grab the bottle and guzzle its contents.

He had to play Burke’s pet. Just for now, just long enough to drink.

The man tipped the bottle up, and the first trickle of water hit his tongue, cold and sweet, bringing relief to a bone-dry throat. Judd could’ve cried at the feeling of it, taking as much as he could before Burke pulled it back.

“Slow down. We don’t want you getting sick.”

Again, he nodded, eyes locked on the glass bottle. He’d drunk less than a quarter, there was so much left. He was lost in his own relief when Burke let it touch his lips again, not even caring, hardly even noticing when his so-called master began to stroke his hair.

It was emptied too soon. Judd no longer felt like he was dying, but he needed more, and Burke was already standing to leave.

“If you continue to behave, you will not want for water,” Burke murmured, as if in reply to Judd’s protesting thoughts. “I gave you this as a show of good will. But if you defy me, I have no issue taking it away. Now what do you say?”

Skye answered first.

“Thank you, master.”

Judd echoed him. Thank you... master.” His voice sounded hoarse and insincere, but Burke didn’t seem to care. He was already turning his back.

“Bring them some food,” he ordered one of the goons. “I want them ready for tonight’s activities.”

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The door opened again within the hour, Burke’s goons bringing them platters of food, and thank fuck, more water. The meal was some fancy shit Judd didn't recognize. Worm-like strands coated in something thick and red, lumps of meat drowning in both. It was weird, but it was hot, and the smell made his mouth water, so he ate it without hesitation, doing his best to slow down and not make himself sick. He sipped the water when he was done, savoring every bit. Once the guards had taken the remnants of the meal, leaving them alone, he turned to Skye.

“How… are you okay?” he asked, and the words felt like sand in his mouth. Dry and unpleasant. But didn't he owe his failed savior this much?

The other man made a move like he wanted to shrug, but thought better of it at the last second. “I’ve been worse,” he said in a low voice.

“I’m—” Sorry. He stopped himself. “Burke said there's a fight tonight,” he said instead. “He… he said I’m gonna be in it.”

Skye closed his eyes, nodding. “Good. S’good. You gotta show him he needs to keep you there.”

“I know. I will.” Judd swallowed. “What are they like? The fights?” Skye had to know, right? Either he’d been a part of them, or… or he’d watched them. 

“Deepends,” the older man answered. “They change ‘em up now and then. Sometimes they’ll have you using weapons. Usually it’s just your hands, usually it’s not to the death.”

“To the death?”

“I wouldn’t worry ‘bout it in your case. He picked you. Branded you. He probably wants to keep you around, at least for a while.”

“As a fighter,” Judd said, and Skye gave him a somber look. 

“Yeah.” 

Yeah, and maybe more, his eyes said, but Judd shoved the thought away. He wouldn’t need to do that if he could prove himself, if he could impress Burke. He’d fucking find a way. Judd had no idea what it would be like up here, but he’d been in fights before. For fun, for supplies, for survival… a fight was a fight, right? Even as banged up as he was, Judd was willing to bet they’d underestimate him.

Who would his opponent be? Another captive wastelander? A city-dweller who fought slaves like him for fun or glory? Or… someone else? Did the city folk ever make slaves of each other? Could he end up facing someone who was born and bred for this bloodsport? He guessed he couldn’t count that out, but if it came down to it, Judd wasn’t afraid to fight dirty to win.

It was impossible to tell the time of day from their room, and the hours seemed to drag on as they waited. Skye spent most of the time lying on his stomach, his eyes distant. Judd couldn’t blame him. He felt like he should say something. Offer comfort, or a distraction. Make a plan to get away. But he didn’t feel up for starting a conversation. Instead he tried moving around, stretching stiff limbs, preparing for the imminent fight. He was almost chomping at the bit for the event to start by the time the door swung open. Again, it was Burke, this time accompanied by two sets of goons.

“It’s time,” he said simply. “I hope you’re ready”

He was. He’d show off his grit tonight, and a week from now he’d be on his fucking way out. Skye too. He’d make sure Skye got the chance to run too. 

Two of the guards moved to Judd, getting him to his feet and fitting a pair of metal cuffs around his wrists. He accepted them without so much as a snarl. He could obey. Comply for now. But as they left, he saw Skye was also being roused, fitted with his own set of restraints.

The sight of them spurred an uneasy feeling in Judd. He was going to watch, right? The older man seemed unsteady on his feet, face locked in a wince as he took a half-step forward.

“Pitiful,” Burke said, his eyes on Skye. “Maybe your opponent will go easy on you.”

Opponent. “What the fuck?” Judd hissed, and was answered with a sharp backhand across his face. He hunched forwards, grimacing.

“You speak when spoken to, 1027,” Burke said, offering no explanation.

What the fuck? He was going to make Skye fight like this? He didn’t stand a chance. Judd’s mouth opened, but he closed it again just as fast.

Be obedient. He couldn’t stop Burke from throwing Skye into the pits, no more than he could save himself from them. All he could do was offer the illusion of compliance. Hopefully Skye didn’t get too badly hurt. If Judd saw an opportunity and the older man couldn’t keep up… fuck, he wasn’t going to sacrifice himself out of guilt. Skye would want him to get out, wouldn’t he? Judd hoped it didn't come to that, but he had to be ready if it did. Skye was smart. He’d find a way on his own.

Right now, he had bigger things to think about. Right now, he had a fight to win.

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tag list:

@kixngiggles @kira-the-whump-enthusiast @dont-look-me-in-the-eye , @snakebites-and-ink , @starsick1979

[battyaboutbooksreviews]

🌈 Queer Romances to Love All Year Round

🦇 Good morning, my beloved bookish bats. We're halfway through pride month, but there are still so many amazing queer books to read! To celebrate that love is love mentality, here are 78 queer romance novels you can add to your tbr! Don't forget to #readqueerallyear, and that none of us are free until all of us are free. 💜

❤️ Delilah Green Doesn’t Care - Ashley Herring Blake 🧡 Skye Falling - Mia McKenzie 💛 The Breakup Lists - Adib Khorram 💚 Prince of the Palisades - Julian Winters 💙 Solomon’s Crown - Natasha Siegel 💜 The Borrow a Boyfriend Club - Page Powars

❤️ Full Shift - Jennifer Dugan 🧡 A Shore Thing - Joanna Lowell 💛 Showmance - Chad Beguelin 💚 Exes & Foes - Amanda Woody 💙 Full Disclosure - Camryn Garrett 💜 When You Were Everything - Ashley Woodfolk

❤️ Playing the Palace - Paul Rudnick 🧡 I’m So (Not) Over You - Kosoko Jackson 💛 When Katie Met Cassidy - Camille Perri 💚 Captive Prince - C. S. Pacat 💙 The Lovers - Rebekah Faubion 💜 That Summer Feeling - Bridget Morrissey

❤️ Wild Things - Laura Kay 🧡 Experienced - Kate Young 💛 Lose You to Find Me - Erik J. Brown 💚 The Lesbiana’s Guide to Catholic School - Sonora Reyes 💙 Nate Plus One - Kevin van Whye 💜 Countries of Origin - Javier Fuentes

❤️ The Passing Playbook - Isaac Fitzsimons 🧡 But How Are You, Really - Ella Dawson 💛 Looking for a Sign - Susie Dumond 💚 The Prospects - KT Hoffman 💙 Last Night at the Telegraph Club - Malinda Lo 💜 Malice - Heather Walter

❤️ You Should See Me in a Crown - Leah Johnson 🧡 Let’s Talk about Love - Claire Kann 💛 Bonds of Brass - Emily Skrutskie 💚 Looking for Love in All the Haunted Places - Claire Kann 💙 The Stars and the Blackness Between Them - Junauda Petrus 💜 In Charm’s Way - Lana Harper

❤️ Everything Leads to You - Nina LaCour 🧡 Marriage of a Thousand Lies - SJ Sindu 💛 I Think I Love You - Auriane Desombre 💚 Lavash at First Sight - Taleen Voskuni 💙 The Bump - Sidney Karger 💜 The Disenchantment - Celia Bell

❤️ The Dos and Donuts of Love - Adiba Jaigirdar 🧡 Riley Weaver Needs A Date To The Gaybutante Ball - Jason June 💛 Epically Earnest - Molly Horan 💚 Out of the Blue - Jason June 💙 Flip the Script - Lyla Lee 💜 Imogen, Obviously - Becky Albertalli

❤️ Café Con Lychee - Emery Lee 🧡 A Little Bit Country - Brian D. Kennedy 💛 Late to the Party - Kelly Quindlen 💚 The Key to You and Me - Jaye Robin Brown 💙 What If It’s Us - Becky Albertalli & Adam Silvera 💜 The Falling in Love Montage - Ciara Smyth

❤️ The Love Curse of Melody McIntyre - Robin Talley 🧡 Meet Cute Diary - Emery Lee 💛 Love & Other Natural Disasters - Misa Sugiura 💚 Date Me, Bryson Keller - Kevin van Whye 💙 Just Your Local Bisexual Disaster - Andrea Mosqueda 💜 Pumpkin by Julie Murphy

❤️ She Gets the Girl by Rachel Lippincott - Alyson Derrick 🧡 Home Field Advantage - Dahlia Adler 💛 The (Un)Popular Vote - Jasper Sanchez 💚 Melt With You - Jennifer Dugan 💙 Cool for the Summer by Dahlia Adler 💜 Hani and Ishu’s Guide to Fake Dating - Adiba Jaigirdar

❤️ I Kissed Shara Wheeler - Casey McQuiston 🧡 Jay’s Gay Agenda - Jason June 💛 Triple Sec - TJ Alexander 💚 Finally Fitz - Marisa Kanter 💙 I’ll Be the One - Lyla Lee 💜 This Is Kind of an Epic Love Story - Kacen Callender

❤️ May the Best Man Win - ZR Ellor 🧡 One Last Stop - Casey McQuiston 💛 Late Bloomer - Mazey Eddings 💚 The Fiancee Farce - Alexandria Bellefleur 💙 Stars Collide - Rachel Lacey 💜 Truly, Madly, Deeply - Alexandria Bellefleur

[blade-liger-4ever]

Are you going to do ANYTHING about your buddy r4cs0 over there? Don't you think this shit is getting a LITTLE out of hand?

As I'm SURE you already know, r4cs0 has been on a crusade for years now to wipe out all the wolves in Northern Idaho. He successfully lobbied the Idaho legislature to pass a law authorizing the killing of 90% of the wolves in the state. And you can fact check me on this if you don't believe it. The law passed in 2021 and was sponsored by rep Dorothy Moon. Yes, someone named moon is helping r4cs0 kill wolves. I couldn't make this up even if I wanted to.

So then r4cs0 gets the Idaho Wolf Depredation Control Board (IWDCB, and yes, please fact check me if you don't believe this is a real thing) to authorize shooting the wolves from his helicopter (yes, go ahead and fact check it, I'm telling the truth here). This plan thankfully failed because r4cs0 can't shoot for shit and wolves are a lot smarter than he gives them credit for.

So get this shit, his next plan is to capture the wolves one at a time and release them into gay bars. I'm not sure what kind of fool comes up with an idea like this, but I guess r4cs0 assumed that wolves in a gay bar would either result in dead wolves or dead homosexuals, both of which would have been fine with him due to his rampant homophobia. Imagine his fucking surprise when the wolves walked out unharmed and having learned several new insults to use on would-be homophobes!

But now he has advanced his plans to outright murder of innocent people who aren't even involved in this bullshit. He used his contacts with the remnants of the former Sonora Drug Cartel to arrange for the murder of Paul Peavey, a dog breeder in Denver, so that he could kidnap his 10 doberman puppies. r4cs0 plans to train these dogs into hunting animals so he can renew his crusade against the wolves.

@cherokeefrank I know this nutcase has been popping up recently, but what the freak is he smoking that he thought I'D be a suitably gullible lackey, or that I'd even give a rat's fanny for half of the things he said that made me loose brain cells just by reading this thing?

[kimtechamou]

𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒊 𝒑𝒐𝒗: 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘢 𝘫𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘴

como membro da high society sul-coreana, yeon sabia que dress codes deveriam ser seguidos, e sua opinião pessoal não deveria ser levada em conta quando uma marca te enviava o modelo que deveria ser usado em determinado evento — principalmente se estivesse sendo paga para isso. naquele mundo, não estava, mas ainda deveria seguir algumas regras básicas de etiqueta — descobrira isso mais tarde. era esperado que desrespeitar a moda cafona para a qual fora apresentada, a fizesse receber alguma punição. ela só não esperava que fosse tão imediatista — ainda precisava se acostumar com esse negócio de magia. não se lembra perfeitamente sobre o que falava com tiana — sim, a princesa cozinheira —, mas se lembra de ter sido abordada por uma varinha mágica estranhamente rabugenta, cutucando-a no ombro. e assim, num passe de mágica, seu lindo conjunto brando tornou-se... aquilo. o short e camisa listrados, combinando com a gravata vermelha e colete e blazer xadrez nem era a pior parte. mas sua cabeça fora adornada por um chapéu de penas pretas, e uma bengala de madeira surgiu em suas mãos. junto de botas de cano alto e meias fina. nada que ela usaria! sua reação, com uma sonora exclamação de choque e ira, fora rapidamente abafada por outro sacudir da varinha, deixando-a muda por alguns momentos mesmo depois de sair flutuando pelo ambiente. mais tarde naquele dia, no intervalo entre os eventos noturnos e diurnos, a kim ouvira do próprio merlin que teria de limpar os ladrinhos dos vidros por uma semana inteirinha, como punição. e frisou que ela deveria comparecer no baile vestida adequadamente. o que ela realizou, mesmo que o colar de tule coçasse seu pescoço e as longas luvas a fizessem passar calor. ela agiu profissionalmente, até mesmo sorrindo.

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Sonora Pass Sunrise 

by Philip Turner (P)

Model Becca at IG: @beccaannmodel

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Painted clouds at sunset, at over 10,000’ along the Pacific Crest Trail, just south of Sonora Pass on July 7, 2022

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July 4th - 7th - Yokum's Right of Seneca Rocks, West Virginia

I claim to be a Rock Climber™ but the majority of my experience is actually clinging to plastic rocks inside of blissfully air-conditioned warehouses in the part of town that's definitely getting gentrified.

I discovered I liked to climb at a time in my life when I was desperate to find something athletic that didn't make me want to walk into the sea. My body image after high school was in shambles and I developed a certain hatred for treadmills and ellipticals--symbols of punishment for over-indulgence or a demand I adhere to some kind of standard that I never really could buy all the way into. Needless to say, exercise was always a means to an end. If I could have put my brain in a jar and made my legs run the necessary number of miles to make me a size 0, I would have. Gleefully. Surely athleticism was mastering the ability to fully disconnect your body from your brain? Who wanted to be present for the heaving and the sweating and the oh-god-oh-god-this-is-how-I-die feeling that hangs in the balance?

Then I had a long-distance boyfriend who fell headlong into the sport and in my soft loneliness, I connected to him via chalk-coated climbing facilities. We would chatter on the phone about climbing problems, the world of outdoor climbing, competitions, characters at our respective gyms. When his life drifted away from mine, I stayed close to the wall. I felt not just the urge to be stronger and solve more difficult problems, but the desire to start speaking my body's language instead of pulling out the duct tape every time I needed to push through something that felt physically hard.

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So, yes yes, a beautiful back story. An illustrative origin that does nothing to explain why I'm clenching a stubborn half-sapling between my thighs and trying to keep all of my pistachio shells in my hat as I dangle my ankles thousands of feet above the valley floor in Seneca Rocks, West Virginia.

My partner Vincent and I are out with the Explorer's Club of Pittsburgh (some 20+ riotous humans with a distaste for a particular kind of self-preservation) on this fine holiday weekend when we agree to do something relatively stupid and exactly what we came for. We want to stand on the top of the biggest piece of exposed Tuscarora Quartz in the north east and shake in our boots while doing it even though we're mostly little indoor-monkey gym-rats.

Seneca Rocks, West Virginia is not like other climbing destinations. Some crags, especially those on the west coast that attract climbers from around the world, have their own sprawling ecosystems born of their touristic revenue. Joshua Tree has the strangest assortment of desert-proof fast-food establishments. Yosemite and the Sonora Pass have many of the trappings of a mountain get away: Adorable high streets in small boom towns scattered throughout the region, themed restaurants, condos and vacation homes stacked high and wide for visitors and returning locals alike. Something (wineries and theme parks and tucked away spas) for the person who has no desire to really disconnect from society, thank you very much.

Seneca Rocks, West Virginia has:

Yokum's Vacationland - a truly grandiose title for a double-wide cabin that feels like a themed gas station with a root-beer stand tacked on the back and some motel rooms up top. All the same, totally beloved.

Harper's Old Country Store - honestly, much cuter than Yokum's but probably less trafficked unless Yokum's runs out of ice or chocolate milk

Princess Snowbird's Indian Village & Campgrounds - not touching this one. It's been here for a second. It has RV hook-ups and could not be more American in nature.

The Gendarme - your local spot for outdoor guides, good advice, and the climbing gear you forgot.

There are campgrounds (Seneca Shadows) up the hill from Yokum's, and a little science center filled with dusty art-deco furniture across the way. All of this within the cast shade of the mountain you came for, and that is that.

The end.

Yet, despite the almost video game-esque limited nature of this local map, Seneca Rocks is obviously its own ticking entity. There are people who live here. The pepperoni rolls for sale in color coded zip-block bags (RED - Pepperoni and Mozzarella, BLUE - Mozzarella only, GREEN - EXTRA Pepperoni and Mozzarella) deposited in big wicker baskets by the cash register at Yokum's are made by a woman named Betsy. The local guides that cart litters of injured recreationalists down from the mountain are no NPCs.

So when you're teetering on routes with names like "Muscle Beach" and "Ecstasy Jr." that drape the mountain high above our tiny valley below, it's hard to feel that same uncaring maw of the great wilderness that I've felt so many times before when I've been playing with my own safety for fun and un-profit far from the sympathy of other humans.

Still, when a rope strains on a carefully placed nut in the crevices of Whorl's Thicket or you see some cotton slings tangled in the branches of a marooned tree under Traffic Jam, you are reminded that your survival--that any human's survival on this little quartz dinosaur spike--is purely by permission and tolerance only. There is no conquering here; there is only playing on the shoulders of a giant. It's reckless, even though it is surely allowed and time-tested.

I learned very quickly that the people I was climbing amongst, however, did not always have a passion for the reckless nature that is the hobby. Some of them had the exact opposite problem with their bodies and their minds that I found I had. They did not wish to separate their mind from their body so that they could push through the soul-crushing boredom of exerting physical labor without feeling much reward or time passing. Instead, they wished to sever the connection so that they could overcome the crippling fear of hanging on the edge, of being too frightened to progress--something I enjoy playing with, fiercely.

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At the summit of Seneca, there is a small metal lockbox the size you'd see keep cash in a concession stand on the perimeter of a high school Softball field. This box is full of notes, little plastic figurines, found treasure, a cow bell, a whistle. Well wishes, banal little messages for those behind or in front that may find themselves up here soon and again.

At base camp, there is a loose huddle of chairs around a dimming campfire and the air of survival from something we chose. Another day on the rock, another meal to remember the day we didn't fall off of it. Someone mentions a plaque affixed to a large boulder along the path up to the crag, seen just before the turn off to a torturous route upward to some other famous trad classics named "Stairmaster." It's a commemoration to a woman who was part of the Explorer's Club of Pittsburgh. She stepped backwards off of a steep step-around route on the mountain and fell to her death a week before her wedding in the early 2000s.

Someone says they wish they hadn't named her specifically on the plaque--it made the club look careless. Untrained.

There is a long pause before someone else says that her fiance wanted to bury her in her wedding dress. I put my mind back into my body, and my body back into my tent, and I am thankful to sleep on a solid, flat surface yet again.

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Coronado National Memorial from Montezuma Pass, Cochise County, Arizona.

In this view Montezuma Peak is to the left, with Cerro San José in the distance, about 20 miles southeast in Sonora, Mexico. 

Please click the photo for an enlarged view.

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Good afternoon TUMBLR - July 8th - 2024

“Mr. Plant has owed me a shoe since July 5, 1971.”

Gazoducto Samalayuca - Sasabe. Mexico - Nuevos Casas Grandes - Chihuahua.

Part 5

Snow and Sun. One of the phrases that I have heard repeated most often by friends and former colleagues reads:

Lucky you who are in Mexico… there is no winter there… in Mexico… We must consider that Nuevo Casas Grandes is located on a plateau at 1,200 meters above sea level, and it is in Northern Mexico, not far from the border with the United States. The winter is mild, but subject to sudden temperature changes when the strong disturbances originating in the Sea of ​​Cortez collide with the air coming from the Gulf of Mexico. During morning there might be significant snowfall, which the afternoon sun will then melt. The blizzard hit us as we returned from an exploratory mission in the Sonoran mountains, looking for access to the pipeline route, and trying to determine the logistics of the most challenging stretch of the entire project. On the climb that leads to the pass that marks the border between the states of Sonora and Chihuahua, the snow fell like it was in Italian Alps. Unfortunately, the Mexican traffic police, in order to maintain their reputation for proverbial readiness in case of emergency, had not set up any checkpoints at the beginning of the two sides. Thus the enormous Mexican trailers (twice as long as any European trailer) had faced the climbs with the snow that progressively filled the road surface.

As we climbed the Puerto San Luis pass, the intensity of the snow increased. Luckily we were traveling in the Jeep Compass 4x4, so we were pretty sure we could get by in an emergency. Having almost reached the pass, the situation became very complicated: numerous trailers were stopped, unable to continue due to the snow. But the worst was yet to come: at the entrance to the deep carving in the rock that marks the border between Sonora and Chiuhuahua, a couple of trailers had already turned around, occupying practically the entire road. Ramiro, who was driving at the time, managed to avoid being blocked by performing a reckless maneuver: using the lay-by, he managed to get around the trailers stopped in the middle of the road, and so we were able to continue towards Janos! Without this providential maneuver, we would probably have been stuck for several hours, waiting for roadside assistance to arrive to remove the trailers placed sideways at the Puerto San Luis pass. We carefully went down the slope towards Janos, passing a crazy queue of trailers, kilometers long. Still no trace of the traffic police. The snow continued to fall, but with less force than on the Sonora side. After over 120 kilometres, we arrived at our Base, and found it completely whitewashed: a beautiful and unusual sight, the cactus covered in snow! We went to lunch, and in the afternoon the sun made its appearance: within a couple of hours the heat of its rays had melted the snow, the landscape had changed so radically, to the point that we asked ourselves by chance it hadn't all been a dream! Had it really snowed? Or had we had a collective dream?! Welcome to Mexico! Where everything (and its opposite) is possible!

Mission on the Sierra Alta de Sonora.

After having successfully intalled approximately 20 km of the total 44 km of mountain line, we were incessantly searching for access to the most difficult section of the entire pipeline route: the one on the Sierra Alta de Sonora between the municipalities of Agua Prieta and Janos. In addition to the objective morphological difficulties, there were those linked to:

Access roads (the pipeline route was approximately 35 km away from the nearest asphalt road)

The presence of marijuana cultivations in the area, controlled by local narcos. Who obviously did not look favorably on the arrival of many people in the area, moreover equipped with drones.

Logistics: where would we have housed the staff, given that the area is one of the wildest in Mexico? How were we going to transport the heavy 12mt pipes to the track? We sought answers to all these questions by visiting the area, accompanied by an individual who CARSO had supported us, el Senor Juan Ramon Gomez Jimenes, a man who had ''familiarised'' with the Dueños who presided over the ranchos in the area. An essential condition for entering the area, given that these people were armed to the teeth (they rode around on horseback and made sure to point out the weapons they were equipped with).

Juan Ramon had managed to gain the trust of these people, to the point that he was in possession of the keys to the numerous gates that prevented access to the various ''caminos'' that allowed transit on the cart tracks of these mountains. Sometimes just a path where even the jeeps with the 4x4 always engaged struggled along with difficulty. We were on a mission with three vehicles: in addition to my Jeep Compass, two pick up's Toyota 4x4, conducted by Crocefisso the Chief Surveyor, who with the help of Ramiro would have flown the drone to obtain the altimetric profile and the route where the gas pipeline should have been installed. The pick ups carried the necessary supplies in the back in case a vehicle got stuck or fell on the frequent embankments. The mission lasted three days, and every evening we returned to Agua Prieta to spend the night in safety. The areas we explored are truly the wildest and most uncontaminated you can imagine. High mountains, rivers, dense forests, herds of cows, horses grazing in remote areas. On the third day, unfortunately, Crocifisso - despite having been told to strictly follow the tracks of the vehicles in front of him - managed to get bogged down in a hole full of mud. And naturally he did what should never be done in these situations: he accelerated to the maximum with 1st gear engaged, managing to make the pick sink to the window's level! An afternoon of assiduous work by the members of the expedition was not enough to get the vehicle out of trouble. We tried to hook it to the Jeep with the long cables we had brought with us: nothing to do! As evening approached, and as we absolutely couldn't stay in the area, we reluctantly abandoned the pick up. The next day the Company's rescue team would come to the area with more powerful vehicles (the IVECO 4x4 trucks that we always used in these cases) and would have managed to recover the vehicle. An exhaustive survey report was drawn up to inform the customer about the difficulties that the section presented, and where possible solutions were suggested. (Including the use of helicopters to transport pipes and personnel).

The Lady Senator's son Mexico is a country with very contradictory aspects: if on the one hand it is set to become the 5th industrial power in the world, on the other it still lives in a medieval reality, with families who own vast properties such as an entire Italian region, where they exercise a absolute control. Generally, these families, in addition to passing property from parents to children, are also holders of public positions in which they do nothing (but from which they receive large salaries): seats in the Parliament of the State, or even in the Federal Senate of the City of Mexico. Assignments that are used to weave completely personal affairs and to broaden the network of acquaintances. The ''Lady Senator'' of the constituency of Nuevos Casas Grandes was, as often happens in Mexico, the widow of a parliamentarian, married when he was already over seventy, and she was just over twenty. The ''Señora'' spent almost all her time ''in the Capital'', and her thirty-year-old son took care of the family hacienda. The hombre had a concept of taking care of the hacienda borrowed from the TV series Americans: and therefore he used to go around the property dressed as a cowboy (vaquero) with wide-brimmed hat, belt with exposed gun, finely decorated boots, driving the biggest American SUV available on the market. We were ordered by the Client that the section of pipeline that crossed the Senatora's property had to be completed in the shortest time possible, so as not to disturb the grazing herds too much. So it was, but we needed a big favor from Don Manuel Ruiz Martin Alvarez: on his property there was one of the most important water wells in the area, and we needed water, a lot of it. Water, for pipeline testing. We soon concluded an agreement with Don Manuel, quite onerous to tell the truth, but when you have no alternatives…. One day we started pumping water from the well of the Machuca hacienda. But something was immediately wrong: the flow rate of the well was much lower than that declared by Don Manuel. Furthermore, the hacienda's ''Fazendero'' claimed the well at certain hours of the day, interrupting the flow of water to our installation. In these conditions, filling the section of gas pipeline to be tested would have taken not days, but months! We contacted Don Manuel, and after wasting two days, we managed to meet him. As a perfect ''Mexican gentleman who never has to ask'' (because his mother is a Senator……) he replied: ''If you want it is like this otherwise remove all your equipment from my property and leave'' (implying that the money that we had transferred to his account he would keep it)

But it's you who don't respect the terms of the agreement, Don Manuel, the water you are giving us is not enough!

Well...you know what? I don't care about your trials, saludos! And he left'. We had to take note of the failure of the contract with the Senator's son, and we were forced to look for another well nearby (so to speak…) This is a typical example of how things still go today in Mexico, where those with power, money and high-ranking friendships always win despite being completely wrong.

London's mission Our Group of Company had decided to participate in the tender for the Tilenga project. A pipeline will have to connect the oil fields in Uganda - a landlocked country - with the Tanzanian port of Tanga. Total pipeline length: approximately 1,400 km with numerous intermediate pumping stations.

In this regard, at the beginning of 2019, I was summoned to London for a week of meetings with the engineering company Worley Parsons, representatives of the client TOTAL. The Company travel office is still managed by a woman whose aim in life is to demonstrate to the owner that she is capable of saving 1 USD on the expense of her employees. My flight Mexico – London was planned as follow:

Ciudad Juarez – Mexico City – Bogota – London: duration 27 hrs

Be that as it may, I arrived alive in London around midday on January 14th: it was raining as usual, and I had myself taken to the hotel that the diligent lady mentioned above had booked for us. The other members of the mission arrived in the afternoon: Mr. General Director, Mr. Tender office Manager, Mr. Tender office assistant, QA/QC Manager, QA/QC Headquarters Manager , and Mr. HSE Manager. In the evening we went out to the suburb of Brentford, where the hotel where we were guests was located, to try to get something to eat. After wandering around for a while, we ended up having dinner at aTurkish kebab shop, promising ourselves to find something better the next evening. It was a very intense week, every day we entered the Parsons offices at 9.00 and left at 5.00 (we had lunch in the same room where the meeting was held).

The engineers from TOTAL, CCOC (the Chinese partner) and Worley Parsons subjected us to a barrage of questions on how we intended to tackle such a complex project. For our part, we had the opportunity to clarify the several obscure points that the project documents had left us. One of the most comical moments of the entire week was during the second day of work. The two Chinese engineers from CCOC asked specious questions about secondary aspects of our working methods and, not only that: we couldn't understand a single word about their English. During a lunch break we decided that the Chinese's absurd questions would be answered by our WMD ''weapon of mass dissuasion'': Mr. QAQC Headquarter Manager. This guy is a ''good Christian'' (as they say in Sicily) but he has a small flaw: he's a stutter. And not only that, when he gets stuck and can't move forward with a sentence he does something weird:

Start all over again from the very beginning! Result: From the third day the Chinese no longer asked questions.

Every night we went out to dinner at a different restaurant. Mr. Stutter had appointed himself the group's ''Trip Advisor'' and I must say that out of 4 evenings, the Argentino's El Gaucho restaurant was the only good he picked up. It's better to draw a veil of compassion over the other choices, especially when he took us to dinner in an ENGLISH restaurant!

I couldn't identify anything I ate bcoz of two reasons: The lights in the restaurant were so dim that you could barely make out the dish. (Apparently it is an English tactic to prevent the customer from recognizing what he is eating, and to establish a ''romantic'' atmosphere in restaurants). Secondly the dish offered were a concoction of herbs and pieces of meat from an unspecified animal. Nor did it help in identifying the food that the two waiters were Italians who no longer spoke proper Italian, but in the meantime had not yet learned to speak English. (From the series ''we're here to learn the language, then we'll see…') The evening at GAUCHO was instead pleasant. Classy restaurant in central London, well frequented. Bottle of Argentinian Malbec for the modest sum of £120, divine meat.

And then the last day came, and we were free, so we all went to the Westminster area to be tourists, including watching the Queen's ridiculous cavalry parade go round in circles and then go into Buckingham Palace.

I returned to Mexico via the same route as the outward journey: upon arrival in Casas Grandes it took me a while to realize what day of the week it was.

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Slice of Life Masterlist 2

part one

A Drop of Water (ao3) - Vixen13 peter/wade E, 71k

Summary: ((Have you ever wanted a Spideypool swimfic? Well, I'm here to deliver.))

All Peter ever wanted was to be on an official swim team. In college, he got his chance. The coach is mean, most of the swimmers are terrible, and one of their relay members is starting to have problems keeping up, but Peter is happy to finally be a part of it all.

There are a few members who could really make a difference if only they had one more strong swimmer. Luckily for them, there's a chance that just such a swimmer joined their school.

Wade Wilson was being scouted for the Olympics when he suddenly dropped out of college his third year in and vanished. Now he's trying to get his life together in New York at a new school that puts little emphasis on sports. Then one day, a very cute and very nerdy classmate calls out his name...

a higher form of war (ao3) - gdgdbaby steve/tony E, 8k

Summary: The first thing that occurs to Tony is that the deflector shields are down. The ship is motionless, a sitting duck—a flying duck, as it were.

He jettisons up. His black pirate flag's peppered with bits of neon paint—in fact, the entire topside of the helicarrier is splattered haphazardly with broken pellets and streaks of color. The UN flag's been torn in half and is fluttering half-mast, which means they're probably breaking about ten different maritime laws.

aka: that's how I show affection (ao3) - quilling_me_softly T, 42k

Summary: Matt Murdock is an asshole. But he's Jessica's.

Jessica Jones is a (traumatised, foul-mouthed, hard drinking, absolutely) stunning woman of questionable character.

Or: moments with Matt Murdock and Jessica Jones. How heroes with trauma histories, rough edges and soft hearts fall in love.

A Study in Modern Life (ao3) - portraitofemmy, rainbow_marbles steve/bucky T, 5k

Summary: Five times Steve was totally down with the future.

A Study in Red (ao3) - alicat54c peter/wade T, 30k

Summary: It started, as all worthwhile things do, with the glorious gluteus of our favorite neighborhood wall crawler.

{Danger Will Robinson Danger!} ...

Because even when two masked individuals put in their maximum effort, something is bound to scrape wrong when they try to realign their lives.

Blood sugar (ao3) - everythingispoetry G, 1k

Summary: Tony is diabetic and no, it's not a secret. (But he honestly loves those green tea Kit Kats, too.)

Encounters (ao3) - Sonora matt/foggy T, 4k

Summary: Matt's not nearly as curious about the Avengers as they are about him.

(Yup, it's another Matt-meets-the-team fic)

Filling the Gaps (ao3) - ironfamjam T, 53k

Summary: Tony looked at him, bold and true and utterly sincere, “Kid, I’m on your side, no matter what.”

Like most good things, it started with an accident.

Well, kinda.

This is a story about how a snarky, emotionally stunted genius became more than a mentor and how a just-trying-to-figure-it-out, doing his best superkid became the son he never had. No matter how empty our hearts are, love can always fill the gaps.

Lust, Caution (ao3) - palettesofrenaissance mj/peter E, 14k

Summary: Michelle and Peter are friends. Best friends. Only friends. Late one night, Peter unintentionally catching Michelle in a compromising position during her, ahem, personal and preferably private “sessions.” He realizes that Michelle talking in her sleep and not closing doors all the way is a deadly combination.

Or alternatively: Peter passes by Michelle’s room door left slightly open one night and catches her masturbating and he loses his shit.

Make Yourself at Home (ao3) - happyaspie G, 23k

Summary: In most stories, Peter tends to make himself at home in Tony's penthouse. They have sleepovers and movie nights, and Peter has everything he needs right there.

Instead, I present to you: Tony gradually finding a second home within the walls of the Parkers' apartment.

[5 Times Tony made and excuse to visit the Parkers' home. And one time the Parkers made and excuse to visit to Tony's]

Moments (ao3) - PeaceHeather T, 14k

Summary: Snippets and scenes from Loki's life growing up with Tyr.

no cops at pride, just spiderman (ao3) - tempestaurora G, 3k

Summary: Peter and Tony attend the Pride parade as Spiderman and Iron Man. They have a good day.

Perfect Landing (ao3) - WhiteRoseCottage sam/bucky E, 39k

Summary: Silence, for a few terrifying seconds. Then Sam speaks, staring at Bucky with utmost suspicion.

“So just to be clear,” he says, grabbing the lease out of Bucky’s hand and skimming, “you’re turning down that…” —he raises his eyebrows— "Upper West Side apartment to go play fetch with me in a field in Dulles, Virginia.”

“Yeah, I am,” says Bucky, trying not to sound as enthusiastic about it as he feels.

“Are you secretly a golden retriever?” Sam asks.

Sinking Our Teeth In The Heart Of The Sun (ao3) - fallendarlings steve/bucky, sharon/natasha E, 102k

Summary: Bucky Barnes never intended to become a single father at 25. But life has always enjoyed kicking him while he's down and it's showing no signs of stopping. A chance meeting with a brick wall of a guy named Steve in the formula aisle of the grocery store leads to a friendship it seems like both of them need. If only Bucky could remember that's all they are- friends. If only Steve didn't slot into their lives so perfectly and look so good spoiling Bucky's daughter (and Bucky, despite his protests).

Oh, if only Steve didn't turn out to be Captain America.

Steve Rogers is wandering around a world that he doesn't fit into, fighting for a government that he doesn't trust, just because he doesn't know what to do with himself if he ever relaxes long enough to actually think about anything other than the next mission.

And then came Bucky Barnes and his newborn baby.

The Wonderful Life of Yelena Belova (ao3) - firesongwrites97 yelena/kate, wanda/natasha M, 105k

Summary: Yelena once thought she wouldn't live long enough to have a happily ever after. She convinced herself that she was never meant to have a future, for her past. That is until Kate, whom she can’t imagine her life without, and they learn that home can be more than just four walls and a roof.

The one where a former assassin and an Avenger are in love.

Or: Yelena gets her idyllic suburban life, and this time it’s real.

Trauma Makes the Heart Grow Softer (ao3) - mabbbbs yelena/kate T, 19k

Summary: This started out as the stereotypical/cliche carry your crush to bed and accidentally cuddle them trope we all want and deserve. (Update: It's actually so much more than that now, I cannot stop writing this piece! Many ongoing themes of peaceful mornings together as well as nights, and some not so peaceful times sprinkled in.) Pretty much now a slice of life story of what life might be like for the pair if they eventually did get together a while after the series ended.

we are all meant for softer things (even, especially, you) (ao3) - meekinheritance peter/wade M, 40k

Summary: Wade is contracted to kill Spider-man, but after some surveillance he decides the hero is just too chill to kill. Too sweet to defeat. Too squish to extinguish. Too golden boy to destroy. (Etcetera.)

Somehow, instead of blowing up in his face, it avalanches into a tentative friendship filled with crime-fighting, Netflix bingeing, top notch take-out, city-saving, shenanigans, weird alien symbiotes, and personal growth.

Which is pretty much when Wade knows he’s fucked. But like, maybe in the good way, for once?

Your Latest Trick (ao3) - ChortlesOfDoom loki/tony, pepper/tony E, 273k

Summary: Following a violent, masterfully feigned death aboard the Statesman, Thor believes Loki's gone for good; more importantly, so does Thanos. Exhausted and hungry for revenge, Loki returns to Earth, but as he bides his strength, anonymously supplying the Avengers with inside knowledge between his own preparations, he begins to see the true cost of holding on.