#sprits eve

[aquagirl555]

so i was playing stardew valley and i finally got the point im married and having a kid in game, well by complete chance my in game daughter was born on the night of spirits eve, literally finished the festival, went home, went to sleep, and got message ‘your daughter was born in the middle of the night!’ so my in game child’s birthday is Halloween night, i couldn’t have done that on purpose if i tried.

Now my writer mind has made a mental fanfic where farmer and Harvey(whom im married to) are chillen in the maze after farmer got the gold pumpkin, when farmer turns to Harvey and goes ‘Oh, i think my water broke’, cue the mild panic as Harvey goes doctor mode and farmer goes to clinic, child i born before midnight hits, in the future child’s birthday is celebrated during the day, they have the festival at night, and it isn’t till the child is 5 or 6 when they realize that the festival is not for them, and that people don’t normally have a town wide festival after their birthday

[ebaylee422]

Decking the Halls

Steve Harrington X Girlfriend!reader

Author’s Note:  Angst to cute sex, I’m not sorry. This is post Season 3, pre Season 4. I just love being angsty. I also really needed to clear my drafts soooo X-mas in March everyone!

Summary: Stockings aren’t the only things being stuffed this Christmas season. Steve has never decorated for Christmas, he’s embarrassed and doesn’t want to ruin your sprit by avoiding you. Don’t worry though, he shows you just how appreciative he is after. 

Characters: Steve Harrington, Girlfriend reader, mentions of shitty parents and the rest of the ST nuggets. Best Friend Robin Buckley!!

Warnings/Tags: Smut (Minors DNI!!!) abandonment issues? as an intro, p in v sex, marking kink, praise kink, fem oral (receiving). breeding?

Word Count: 3k

Part One/?

You had tried everything to get Steve into the Christmas spirit: buying decorations for your apartment, getting matching pj’s, going to watch the lights in Indianapolis,  watching Christmas movies, the Ice-Skating was most regrettable because you fell forward and knocked your teeth hard enough to bleed. Even planning a white elephant with him and his friends, sharing hot cocoa and warmth of your space heater. What you didn’t know is as soon as he left your place he was greeted by his parents' empty house. Decorated from some stupid trendy catalog his mother only glanced at before swiping a credit card. His father, not even home long enough to realize the tinsel monstrosity within the living room. The presents underneath were fake, they stopped being real when his father told him to grow up. That Santa wasn’t real, saying he needed to start giving instead of hoping for some joy from a fat man each holiday season. So that’s exactly what he did, the first Christmas he’d enjoyed in a long time was on Christmas of 83’, when he was with Nancy. They’d gotten each other meaningful gifts, it was the happiest Christmas he thought he’d ever had. Even if he went home unable to look at his pool outside for too long knowing his friend had died. Even if there were disgusting monsters trying to eat his friends when they had the chance. How horrible humans were in comparison, like the Russians nearly beating him to death at Starcourt. Instead of celebrating what he was thankful for, he felt immense guilt every holiday. He’d confided in you once about his survivor's guilt, as you had called it a couple months ago during an intense flashback. You’d comfort him, make sure he wasn’t alone. He didn’t want to be anyone’s burden, Steve knew you were worried about him it would show whenever he ‘had’ to leave for work or Robin’s, or get clothes from his place.

It all came to a standstill when you’d asked him if he would come pick a Christmas Tree with you. Wanting to have it up before the kids came over, finish decking-the-halls you’d told him. Only Steve didn’t know what picking out a Christmas Tree was, sure it’s self explanatory but what if he made a fool of himself. With his pretty rich boy ‘I’ve never had to pick one out’, it seemed too intimate. Sure you’d bared your body-mind-and-soul to him, but wanting to do something so domestic together like picking out a Christmas Tree. For your first Christmas together as a couple, it was scary for him. So instead of being a Scrooge so he could work on his feelings, he faked an illness even going as far as calling out sick today. Keith hadn’t been too happy but chopped it up to Steve sucking too much face on the job and gave him the day anyway. And he was back to square one, an empty ugly house with none of your warmth. People would think his middle name was self-sabotage, especially when that door-bell rang. He got up from his cocoon from the coach with a groan, an aching shooting up to his spine when his socked feet hit the freezing hardwood. Shined and renewed for the inevitable party his parents would throw this Christmas Eve for work friends, where they forgot they even had a son. He stopped dead in his tracks shaking the sleep from his eyes when they were met with yours, holding a tote bag while shaking the light dusty of snow off your figure. It melted into your skin leaving you shiny with the dew, nose and ears kissed pink while your chin and neck were tucked tightly with the collar of your coat and scarf. You smiled at him as he studied your form, like an angel sent just for him. He was bundled up in simple joggers, thick wool socks and heavy blanket around his shoulders worn like a cape tucked around his body, but shirtless still despite it being nearly as cold inside as it is outside. Shaking your body of the remaining snow, laying the tote bag of groceries and sick necessities you’d brought over on the stairs so you could slide out of your heavy snow covered boots.

“Hi baby, how r’ you feeling?” you asked him with a voice full of sticky sweetness and adoration. His face changed in that moment from shock to guilty, you felt the change floating in the air like oil through water.

“What are you doing here?” He asked louder than either of you had expected, causing you to turn his way fully as you began to undo the ties of your coat. 

“I came to check on you, bring you some-”

“Why?” He scoffed, tucking the blanket to cover himself from the breezing air flow of the open hall. You were wearing a red corduroy skirt, with black stocking underneath and a cream sweater that didn’t even compare to how soft your hair was laid across your shoulders. You looked at him like he hung up the stars, even though you were the brightest thing about his life.

“Robin called me worried about you saying you called out because you were sick. So I canceled the tree plans to come check on you because you didn’t call me. I even whipped up some Chicken and Rice soup and scrunched up a couple medicines.”

“You shouldn’t have done that, I’m fine Y/N. You should go get your tree and I’ll see you on Friday like you planned.” he brushed off your kindness,

“Well I wanted to take care of you.” you told him shyly, "You haven't been around as often."

“Okay thanks.” he shook his head, body and tone still uncomfortable and unmatched of your own tenderness.

“Do you not want me here or something?” You scoffed with affection grabbing the bag from the stairs, stepping in front of him giddy with untamable affection.

“No.” He answered quickly and when your face dropped, his own heart went with it when you backed away from him. “No, I mean yes but not right now. I’m just-”

“It’s fine, Steve." You cut him off, turning away and grabbing your stuff. "I get it, I’m sorry I could’ve called.” he stopped you putting out his hand as an olive branch. You took it without hesitation, sniffling away the tears that built up for weeks of you arguing and avoiding each other. 

“Don’t you dare apologize, especially to me.” He took your reddened cheeks in his hands as he pressed a kiss to your temple, “I’m just being an idiot, I’m sorry but I’m not even sick so you doing all this nice shit over-” 

“I know you’re not sick, Steve. You’re a terrible faker.” You said factually, with a teasing tone. Still not looking at him but rather at your wiggling toes against the shiny floor.

“Oh really now? Robin didn’t tell you anything.”

“Well the strange, ‘Steve wanted my shift the same day he always has off’ the one day I could go tree picking with you. Then calling out and claiming illness, and not calling me is pretty obvious.” You let the bag fall again, his shoulders relaxed as you tugged on the length of his blanket. “Are you breaking up with me?” you asked with furrowed brows and a whimper to your voice.

“No!” Steve yelled, “No never no, I-I love you so much. You are my favorite everything Y/N.” He wrapped you both in the blanket tugging you flush against him. “I just have a hard time with the holidays, I don’t really know what to do with myself. I didn’t want to be embarrassed, it was a lot of pressure.” You both held each other silently letting the fear wash over both of you, until you giggled into his neck.

“I love you, Steve. Honestly, just talking to me would’ve saved us both a headache.” He sighed heavy as he wrapped his arms tighter around you, head resting on your chin.

“Jeez, what are we gonna do with me?” he whispered into your scalp, the fluffy hair on his chest tickling your cheek as you were held by his heart.

“I can think of one.” You pursed your lips, closing your eyes with your chin held high awaiting a kiss. He obliged you immediately, cupping your cheeks in his hands to accurately press his lips to yours. His hands were freezing, sending a shiver and gasp involuntarily out of you. Steve took the opportunity to lick into your mouth, tasting-ly. Pulling back before you could reciprocate, you whined gripping his biceps accidentally pushing off his blanket.

"I'm sorry." He whispered, nose brushing against yours.

"I didn't mean to pressure you, you just seem so sad."

"You make me happy."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, you could meet me in an ice cream shop above a secret Russian base. While enjoying strawberry more than chocolate ice cream and you'll still make me happy." 

"Well, if our circumstances of meeting are the worst part of the relationship, I think that's a pretty good incentive to making better more normal memories, yeah?"

"Maybe." He kissed the tip of your still pink nose.

"Maybe, we could go back to my place? It's always freezing here." You added with a shiver making the hairs on your arms stand up.

"Not when you're here. Just stay here a second longer." His lips moved with their own incentive. It didn't take much convincing on either of your parts before you were upstairs in his room. A path of clothes thrown haphazardly off of each other through broken giggles and soft kisses, until your just in under clothes. He holds you to him as he opens the door to his room, and your feet barely touch the floor as he twirls the two of you around. Bringing you down with him as he falls backward on the bed with a thud. Kissing you with fondness, sweet like the honey color of his eyes. You loved him so much it hurt like the side pains after laughing so hard you teared up. Like when you realize that magic might not be real but people were and kindness. Kindness and compassion were the real magic. People found a reason to be with each other, even if it was once a year. Steve never had that. Everything in his life was transactional, Christmas, school, his parents, most other relationships. Those few closet to him probably haven't ever seen this side either. The checkered boy room with little to no traces of living aside from Steve's nightstand with Polaroids of everyone scattered about. A bin in his closet kept hidden away where he'd kept his Scoops Ahoy name tag, a letter from a pen-pal in sixth grade, ticket stubs of every drive in movie. Some more Polaroids for his eyes only you'd given him after you first started dating, and he'd left his shirt in your room. Even as you lay on top of him now, kisses sucked into your neck, his strong hands massaging your sides in worship. You couldn't help what words came out next.

"Come with me." You begged him breathlessly opening your eyes to see his lips swollen and slick, hair haloed and shaggy around his face and sheets. Like melting caramel against the ugly grey and navy bedding.

"Already babe, I haven't even touched you." He mumbled rocking his pelvis into yours, forcing your legs to accommodate him more with a thigh on either side of his hips. You sat up taller straddling him, a pout etched into your face.

"No, I mean. Come home with me, lets live together. I'll get rid of things you can bring whatever you want, I can dip into my tuition nest egg and buy whatever we need for the apartment. Make it yours too, or we can find another one that you like better. I just want you all to myself." He sat up holding onto your waist so you didn't fall, making you squeak with the shift in position. Your heart sank as his eyes were so wide they could've jumped out of his skull.

“What?” he asked as his breath caught in his throat, a pure swell of undoubtable happiness warming him from the tip of his nose down to his sock covered feet.

“It’s just, I wasn’t lying Stevie. I wanna take care of you, you give so much to every-” He kissed you, desperately. Teeth clashing and tongues forming together making you dizzy enough to loose balance upright on your knees. Pulling back to gasp for air, a string of spit connecting you to him. He wiped it away, tucking his head into your chest.

“You’re perfect. I’ll do anything to make you happy.”

“Even picking out a Christmas Tree with me?”

“I will grow you a damn Christmas Tree, even better I’ll get the kids to help me chop down one in my backyard!”

“Stevie! That’s dangerous.”

“Well, sweets. 

Danger.

Is.

My middle name.” He trailed four kisses down your body, stopping just shy of your covered mound. Hooking his fingers under the band of your underwear, biting your hip making you buck up long enough for him to shimmy them off your legs.

“I thought your middle name was Alexander?”

“You won’t your own name once I’m done with you.” He said sultry, kneeling at the foot of the bed. Yanking your ankles to bring you closer to his mouth, spreading your legs wide and over his shoulders. You were beautiful, regardless what you were doing but letting him take care of you. Make you feel good and be vulnerable, made his head spin. Your lips were sticky with arousal, he could smell your sweet nectar begging for him to taste you. Marks still slightly visible from last time, he started there sucking and biting the mailable flesh. 

“Stevie, please-” You cried out, hands trying to find purchase with his. He stopped sucking a bruise, eyes blown wide when he found yours. Locking your hands to your sides,

“Your so sweet, baby. Asking so nicely.” He chastely kissed on your hood, tongue licking underneath to wet and flick at your clit. You groaned and threw you head back, “So sweet, baby. Keep your legs open for me. I have a lot of apologizing to do down here.”

“Stevie, no I want you. Please.” You writhed on the bed trying to keep your legs spread for him, he blew cool air at your entrance causing you to clench around nothing. You body craved to be filled, senses overwhelmed of one thing: Steve, Steve, Steve!

“Just wanna warm you up, we have all the time in the world sweets. Wanna wreck this bed before leaving.” He was antagonizing you, teasing with his pretty words and slightly movements you couldn’t even respond him. He licked a line from your entrance to your clit, groaning at your taste. Hips colliding with the end of his bed to relieve pressure as he sucked your clit into his mouth. Rolling the bud with his tongue, your nail dug into his knuckles as you shook with ecstasy.

“ ‘S so good, Stevie. Don’t stop-” You were so pent up from earlier all it took was a few more rolls of his tongue against you and for you to fall apart. Concentrating on keeping your legs open for him, as he licked you clean. Nudging his nose against your sensitive clit, he let go of one of your hands tangling it in his hair.

“Hold it out of my face, baby. I want one more before I cum inside you.” He coated his fingers with your release, slowly sliding in one as his tongue still fucked into you. You couldn’t help rocking your hips against his face when he added another finger inside you. Scissoring, stretching you and rubbing against your spongy spot. You tugged at his locks when he came back up to suck at your clit again, you didn’t even notice the heat break in your belly until you gushed and clenched around his fingers. You pushed at his forehead from sensitivity, barely able to catch your breath when you pulled him up to kiss you. lips and chins dripping of you. Trailing your nails down his soft tummy following the happy trail underneath his boxers, you met him halfway stroking his thick cock with your slick. Still coating his hand, pre-cum dripping from his tip making the sounds completely pornographic.

“ ‘m not gonna last baby, want you so bad.” He whispered against your lips, breathing heavy with a sheen of sweat layering you both in the smell of sex.

“Need you too, wanted you ages ago.” You sassed, making him laugh against your cheek as he stood. You wrapped your legs around his waist, his cock twitched when it brushed against the inside of your thigh.

“You gotta big mouth on you, sweet girl.”

“You better do something about it, Harrington.” With a roguish grin he ran his length over your clit once before pushing ever so slightly inside. Taking your breaths away, you were the girl and only girl who could take Steve’s fat cock completely. He just has to ease you into it, inch by inch until his hip bone grazed the back of your thighs. Steve stood tall and far enough away you couldn’t kiss him from where you were sprawled out under him. You pulled and squeezed at your breasts still contained by your bra. His cock glistening with your slick as he pulled his hips back, then pushing deeper inside his sack pressed tight against your ass. Steve nearly loss his balance when you clenched around him, putting his hands under your knees. Folding you in half made it feel like he was in your throat, he leaned over you the pressure of his body as he set a ruthless pace set flames in your abdomen. Pounding his cock into you over and over again moaning out praises as he bullied all the way to your cervix. Punching breaths out of you watching as your tits bounced, you had enough pulling him fully on top you. Hands indenting his shoulders as your hips met his, clit pulsing and with need. 

“You feel so good. Shit, shit- I’m cumming, cumming inside.” Steve’s core tighten as he ran two finger over your clit, heat erupted across your body. You milked Steve dry, his warm seed and your three orgasms dripping from each others groin. You pulled him on top of you, comforted by his weight on you as his cock softened inside you. 

“Do you really want too?” You asked in the post orgasm bliss, running a hair through his now tangled locks. “I don’t want to trap you with amazing sex and joy but it’s definitely a perk.” Steve rose onto his elbows, still seated inside you. Brushing the hair out of your face, with softness.

“I’m sure we can wreck this bed a lot more than just cum stains.” Pushing at his chest, he pulled out of you gently. Scurrying to his bathroom where you listened as he turned on the faucet in the shower. Sitting up, he came back with all his glory. Hand raised for you to take, the same olive branch you’d given him at Starcourt. All this time. “I can’t wait to spend Christmas in our home, together.”

You’d never been so excited to spend the holidays with anyone else.

Masterlist 

[phae-undergrove]

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SAMHAIN BREAKDOWN

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SAMHAIN (🗣SAA-WYN🗣)

Other names:

Samhuin, Samain, Saman, Oidhche Shamhna, Hallowe'en, Halloween, Hallows, Hallowtide, Shadow Fest, Allantide, Third Harvest, Harvest Home, Geimredh, (Feile na Marbh), Feast of the Dead, Spirit Night, Candle Night, November Eve, and Apple Fest.

What is it?

Samhain is an old Celtic festival marking the end of the harvest season and beginning of winter (the "darker half" of the year)

What it represents

Samhain is a time when doorways to the spirit world are opened, allowing the dead to visit the living world. Some spirits were considered friendly, while others were not, and the Celts created ways to appease them.

It also marks the end of the Celtic year and the beginning of the new one and as such can be seen as an equivalent of New Year's Eve as we know it.

When is it celebrated

It is held on 1 November but with celebrations beginning on the evening of 31 October, since the Celtic day began and ended at sunset

Who to honour

Traditionally because this festival is associated with those who no longer walk this realm in a physical form, ancestors, family members, elders of the faith, friends, pets and other loved ones who have passed on are appropriate beings to honour.

Other sprits to worship

In the case you want to explore other spirits to worship, any death deity would be appropriate for example, you may feel compelled to leave out an offering to Hades at this time of the year. You can also worship the earth itself, as we approach this time of the year many plants begin the end of their yearly cycle, this is the perfect time to take a moment to appreciate the beauty in that part of the cycle.

How to celebrate

There are many things to do to honour ancestors and not just the human ancestors but the earth ones and the animals as well, this may manifest in many ways.

Some popular ways to celebrate this festival are

dancing,

feasting,

taking nature walks,

Ancestor Stories,

cemetery visits,

Bonfire Magic.

and building altars to honour the ancestors

These are not the only activities, there are many more that I could list and many more points I could touch on, but I wanted to keep this post really easy/friendly and not to overwhelming,

I hope to at some point tomorrow get to draft up a “Samhain correspondence” post to go along with this one🥰 if there is anything else/ or any questions you have that you’d like me to touch base on I’m more than happy to do my best to answer🥰

Merry meet! B ~Phae

[twisted-wonderland-but-gayer]

It is said during halloween (or all hallows eve) the line that seperates the lving and the dead thins out just enough for sprits and various supernatural to cause havoc during this day only.

Imagine during the halloween event-the great 7 takes a semi-corporeal form and the twst characters finally see who Yuu has been talking too when they're alone.

Floyd trying to fight Flotsam and Jetsam, and accuses you of "friend cheating" on him and his brother with other eels

[swampythesweetsketch]

For the other stardew valley/Ninjago au

Is Lloyd still feral and allowed to run around in his cat pajamas? Because honestly him just purposely acting up with his cryptid energy would be funny.

Lloyd is a villager that is a change of pace, much more accessible than other villagers!

As the green ninja, his identity is very hard to hide, much so that you don't see him at any festivals. With exception to Sprit's Eve, he dresses up in one of his old gis and "pretends" to be himself.

When he's casual, you'll find him wearing his casual hoodie and sweatpants. Sometime he'll even randomize hat accessories with sunglasses to hide his face.

He would have a special text when wearing the cat ears and say "nyah" to the players after going through his normal dialogue. >:3

Routine: Morning Afternoon Evening Night

His usual time would be to-

Spend the morning in the Villa

Have a walk in the Backroads to the Bathhouse

Go back to the Villa to work out and chill

Go with one of the Ninja to their own activities (usually in disguise)

Rarely go into town to buy something from Pierre's (maybe twice a week)

Go through Cindersnap forest to go to the Beach and forage for cool shells

Spends the night mediating and training in Cindersnap/foraging for rare materials

You can catch him in a night heart event where he's chilling with Junimos

Goes back home to sleep at around midnight

[broketraveler87]

Top Gun Writing Master List

“As always: No Beta We Die Like Goose”

Works in Progress

Learning to Fly

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Completed

The Parent Trap

 Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tags: The Parent Trap (1998) Inspired

Pairings: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw/ Jake “Hangman” Seresin, Background Pete “Maverick” Mitchell/ Tom “Iceman” Kazansky, Jake “Hangman” Seresin/ Rhett Abbot (Outer Range TV) 

Summery: Annie and Hallie had no clue they had a twin or who their other dad was, but a chance encounter has these two mischievous twins hatching a plan to get their dads back together.

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Series

Press Shuffle

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Characters: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw, Jake “Hangman” Seresin, Pete “Maverick” Mitchell, Beau “Cyclone” Simpson, Rick "Hollywood" Neven, Leonard "Wolfman" Wolfe, Tom "Iceman" Kazansky, Ron "Slider" Kerner, Solomon "Warlock" Bates, Charles "Chipper" Jones, Javy "Coyote" Machado, [more to be added as necessary]

Pairings: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw/ Jake “Hangman” Seresin, Pete “Maverick” Mitchell/ Beau “Cyclone” Simpson, Rick "Hollywood" Neven/Leonard "Wolfman" Wolfe

Tags: Secret Relationship, Happy Ending, New Years Kiss, Marriage Proposal, Non-Linear Narrative, POV Alternating, Las Vegas Wedding, DADT Bashing, [more to be added as necessary]

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One Shots

Sprit in the Sky

Warnings: Canonical Character Death

Characters: Tom "Iceman" Kazansky, Nick "Goose" Bradshaw, Carole Bradshaw, 

Tags: Angst, Dark Humor, no beta we die like goose

Summery: “Sunsets are so beautiful that they almost seem as if we were looking through the gates of Heaven.” – John Lubbock

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While You Were Deployed

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Mildly Dubious Consent

Characters: Tom “Iceman” Kazansky, Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw, Pete “Maverick” Mitchell

Pairing: Tom “Iceman” Kazansky/ Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw/ Pete “Maverick” Mitchell

Tags: Threesome- (M/M/M), Older Men/ Younger Man, Daddy Kink

Summery: Pete “Maverick” Mitchell has been deployed for six months and scuttle butt has him livid.

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‘Twas The Night Before Christmas

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: None

Characters: Beau “Cyclone” Simpson and Pete “Maverick” Mitchell

Pairing: Beau “Cyclone” Simpson/ Pete “Maverick” Mitchell

Tags: Intoxicated Admiral, Butchering of a beloved Christmas poem, Maverick being the sensible one?!?!?, Good Sex Etiquette

Summery: Dutch courage on Christmas Eve, what could go wrong?

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Once Upon a Time

Warnings: Time Period homophobia

Tags: Alternate Universe, Nick "Goose" Bradshaw Lives

Characters: Nick “Goose” Bradshaw, Carole Bradshaw, Ron “Slider” Kerner, Tom “Iceman” Kazansky, Pete “Maverick” Mitchell, Bradley “Not yet Rooster” Bradshaw, Class of 1986

Pairings: Nick “Goose” Bradshaw/ Carole Bradshaw/ Ron “Slider” Kerner, background Tom “Iceman” Kazansky/ Pete “Maverick” Mitchell

Summary: Bradley “Not yet Rooster” Bradshaw asks for the story of how his mom, dad and da met.

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REWRITING

You Made a Rebel of a Careless Man's Careful Daughter (Draft One)

Warnings: Brief Mentions of Miscarriages and Infertility Issues

Tags: Alternate Universe, Daddy Issues, Polyamorous Relationships, Aromantic Character, Family Drama, Adoption, Original Character

Pairings:

Past: Charlotte “Charlie” Blackwood/ Pete “Maverick” Mitchell,

End Game: Pete “Maverick” Mitchell/ Tom “Iceman” Kazansky/ Sarah Kazanky/ Penny Benjamin & Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw/ Jake “Hangman” Seresin,

Pre-relationship: Natasha “Phoenix” Trace/ Robert “Bob” Floyd

Summery: The best Naval Aviators this generation have been recalled to Top Gun for an impossible mission, made even more so by their own personal issues.

[jaelaspixels]

checking in with my current household--

just before the family's sprit's eve party, imogen told aiden that their little family will be growing yet again. the perry's are expecting their third child!

(side note--i only spun two kids for this random legacy, so this pregnancy is as much a surprise to me as it was to aiden. this house is not big enough for another kid 😭)

[e-carlease]

The new family BEV from Renault is nevertheless a potentially robust vehicle to consider. As at December 2023, three key specification options have been confirmed with:   Techno - from £40,995 this model will include 19” alloys, 2-zone climate control, 12” multimedia system, wireless smartphone replication, rear view camera, auto-dimming rear view mirror, adaptive cruise control, front/rear parking assist, emergency lane keep assist, hill start assist, heated steering wheel, power tailgate, interior ambient lighting, handsfree key card entry, LED daytime running lights and tinted rear windows;   E sprit Alpine -  from £43,495  this model will include 20” alloys, sports seats, driver and passenger heated seats, blind spot warning and rear detection; and   Iconic -   from £45,495  this model will include 20” oracle alloys, Harmon Kardon premium audio, panoramic sunroof and around view 3D camera.   Personalise your Scenic SUV with colours like the flam red, midnight blue, artic white and shadow grey. Add the colour contrast black roof for a more distinctive look.       But how does the new Scenic perform - is it actually a good EV? This FWD SUV will have an 87 kWh usable battery which will offer 0 – 62 times of 7.9 seconds, 106 mph top speeds and 160 kW (or 215hp). Expect a combined winter range of 255 miles with warmer weather allowing for 345  miles. On charging, the 22 kW AC max will allow 4 hour and 45 minute 0 – 100% charging times with the 150 kW DC maximum allowing 40 minute 10 – 80% times. A cargo volume of 545L is available with this car (although with the seats down in can go to nearly 1500L). It has a vehicle fuel equivalent of 140 mpg. This EV will have no Bidirectional charging. And the car will be able to tow 750kg (Unbraked) and 1100kg (Braked). To be clear, this is not a 7-seat option.

[ramrodd]

Protestant Reaction to Visiting Catholic Church Inspired by the Book of ...

COMMENTAY:

White Supremacy and Woodrow Wilson Jim Crow bigotry is the original sin of the Presbyterian Church , USA.

John Knox had veen a slave on a French galley and his Book of Disciple in absent any racial component.

Federalist 10 is heavily invested in the Presbyterian structures of the Book of Discipline, the difference being that James Madison was a slave owner. Ivy League Presbyterian ware part of the slave trade as underwriters to marine industries.

Tommy Wilson grew up in the lave economic of chattel slavery and exercised his racial privilege as divine right. Princeton Reinforced this in spite of his  opposition to Fraternities.  His example of unalloyed racial bigotry etched  whited supremacy into the cornerstone of Presbyterian stewardship: the mathematics of black and white, Evil and Good is eternal and universal in the Calvinism of the Presbyterian Church, USA.

The thing Calvinism and the Catholic Church have in common in the Total  Depravity Gospel of the Roman Catholic Confession that Martin Luther abandoned with the 95 Thesis. The TULIP doctrine violates Ree Will, which is why Hegel rejected it. The conservatism of Pope Benedict was informed by the Total Depravity Gospel approved by serious Marxists. The Liberation Gospel of Pope Francis is what Jesus meant when He told her to become male and sovereign of  her uterus.

The TULIP Doctrine is grounded entirely in the total depravity of Eve without  mitigation of Cross.  Burning people at the stake for religious reasons misses the point of the binding of Isaac. Jesus is a substitutionary sacrifice for Isaac to reinforce the point.

Here's the thing about parenting Jesus can show you. Jesus was like a cat: a cat doesn't try to be a cat. When it is hunting, it makes no effort to be invisible; he moves to look not like act.

Jesus was the same way. He was divine. He didn't  try to act like He was divine. He just walked around and  let people follow His example. Your post mortem processing of your interview sounds dangerously like someone trying to demonstrate how spiritually open you are as a Christian without being woke.

I believe there is a great deal of truth in Sura 10 Maryam  in the Koran  that actually helps to complet the  portrait of Mary, Redemptrix, Mother of Jesus, especially Jesus being Self aware and talking. It's like the gnostic infant tales of Him shaping doves from mud which lly away when He Claps his hands.

Like the Holy Spirit,, and; probably, The Satan, Jesus had agency over the Sprit of God. which became existent in Genesis 1:2. This was Jesus' super power, that allowed Him to walk on water, still the tempest and feed the multitude. Literally. The Spirit of God is a planetary force that affects weather, globally, today. One of Jesus's purposes was to demonstrate how  humanity can gain agency over this planetary force through the Holy Spirit and optimize global weather patterns as practice for colonizing planets like Mars throughout the cosmos.

Pat Robertson was able to do this with the Holy Spirit and CBN but then began to engaging the Spirit of God directly with the access he had to the collective id of the market of Pro-Life Fascism in the Evangelical collective ID of the intersection of the Prosperity Gospel and the Total Depravity Gospel and the CBn global foot print.

This is the nature of the eh blasphemy Jesus  means in regards to the Holy SPirit. To do what Robertson was doing denies the Holy Spirit and uses the name of the Lord for his personal vanity, that is, in vain. And this goes back to this whole thing about  white supremacy being the original sine of the Presbyterian Church USA. This is the connection between Trum, Norman Vincent Peale and the January 6 conspiracy. Being a Jim Crwo Bigot like Woodrow Wilson was the path ot Heaven on Earth at the end of the Ivy League Socialism of the John Birch Society rainbow.

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[peskypoetry]

Christmas Countdown Poem 2022: 23. Christmas Eve Eve

23. Christmas Eve Eve In a departure from my regular Christmas Eve poem... Here's a Christmas Eve Eve poem. Not long now to the big day. #christmaspoems #christmaspoetry The Poem ⬇️

It's an odd day, Christmas Eve Eve, Not quite the day before, But Christmas somehow feels closer. *** For some it's the break before the madness, Some it's just the start of gladness, For other's it's the wrapping day, And there are others that, Would rather not say. *** However you spend you're day, Let the sprit start flowing, Humm a Christmas jingle, And get ready for old Kris Kringle. ©The…

[spiritofaperture]

hm..

It has come to my Attention it is Hallows eve, I would like to clarify exactly...what I am.

Based on my own..horrible memory I am sprit of someone, someone who has died in the 1951 turret incident

who ever I was, I was Identified as a "Jane Doe" regradless, seeing as there was no form of Identification on my corpse, and not many knew me, all they knew me as is... "The Lab Gal"

Nobody ever stopped to learn my name, so I remain unidentified

Perhaps that is why I am still here..

This, I will never know.

[bondagebakesaleon]

[gayspaekles]

Getting in the HALLOWEEN SPIRIT!!!!!! 🖤🎃💀👻🧙🏻‍♀️

[ruki--mukami]

(I read comments on last one and here I am)

What is ruki's sprit animal?

"Ever since Karlheinz-sama assigned my brothers and I with the task of awakening Eve, I've always considered myself akin to the serpent from the garden of Eden. Is it not fitting? Feeding that mediocre woman lies and sowing chaos in the lives of both Adam and Eve until she is forced to face the truth. With each bite into her flesh, we coax her to, in turn, take a bite of the forbidden fruit. In other words, we deceive and beguile her as any snake would into the arms of her true Adam, the one who can start the new race he has intended to create. Before creation always comes destruction and the loss of everything. That being said, I'll be certain to break Eve in and discipline her accordingly if it will result in the genesis that man has envisioned."

(( Thank you for giving me a chance to redeem myself LMAO. ))

[hljournal]

Today’s author is throwthemflowers / @hazzabeeforlou ! Don’t forget to give the fics kudos and leave a comment! 

The Garden Part 2 (44k)

It's 1969 and Louis Tomlinson has returned from Vietnam wounded not only physically, but in sprit. When his only chance at healing comes from a source he cannot bear to remember, he's forced to test the strength of his love by not only forgiving himself, but stealing from God.

The Garden Part 1 (12k)

Through many centuries and reincarnations, the same fate always binds Louis and Harry’s souls together… an AU mirroring the parallel stories of David, Jesus, and Adam in the Bible, the three “Christ-like” figures in Biblical history. Harry plays these divine faces, and opposing him is Louis, the complication, the thwarter, the 5th century Jonathan who falls madly in love with his kingly father’s musician, the 1960s Judas whose loyalty to his carpenter best-friend-turned-energy-healer is sealed in a kiss, and in the present day, an Eve, who finds himself shipwrecked on a perfect island with a man known to the world as the twitter handle @sonofgod, a sad and bitter man who has lost all hope. As they grow to love each other, echos of their past lives haunt them, and Louis is faced with the ultimate temptation. A three part story spanning hundreds of years, dripping with sacrilege and doused with angst, dealing with questions of duty and fate and destiny and divinity and holiness, a re-telling of one of the oldest myths known to mankind centered around the bonds of love, a love so powerful that even death cannot touch it.

This Shit Is Bananas (2k)

Louis sees a boy talking to some fruit and falls the fuck in love.

Here To Take My Medicine (3k)

Harry Styles reads Goop and everything good 'comes' from it.

Singularity (2k)

Harry and Louis have mutually parted ways, but always seem to find themselves falling into each other's orbits.

To Be So Lonely (2k)

No one knows me, baby, the way you do...

Sequel to Singularity.

Kiss The Girl (48k)

Hopeless lesbian Louanna Tomlinson moves to St. Petersburg hoping to forget her recent heartbreak and get a fresh start amid the salty sea air. While working at a mermaid bar isn't exactly what she planned on, one particular mermaid catches her eye, and her heart; Harriet is a confounding confusion of innocence and eagerness, and Lou absolutely cannot figure her out. Harriet loves to swim, but can't touch the sea. She's eager for Lou to show her everything from vintage antique shops to the art of kissing, yet she seems always too wary, as if some shadow follows her footsteps every day, as if some truth could destroy the love that has grown between them. 

Featuring girl love, ancient rituals, sea lore, and perhaps the most beautiful treasure in the entire ocean.

“We’re Having a Baby, My Baby And Me...” (1k)

Harry has one dream. Louis plays along.

Flawless (25k)

After a debilitating surgery, former concert pianist Harry Styles isn't able to come to terms with his new reality. Sundered from his high standards of performance, Harry can't seem to feel anything anymore, except perhaps interest in his favorite coffee shop's barista, a man who seems wholly unsuited for the job and whose blue eyes hold in them the same pain that Harry struggles with every day. When fate renders them more than mere acquaintances, Harry is forced to deal with the insecurities of his condition and his stubborn pride. Louis wants to love him, but Harry can't accept that, because he can't accept himself. And besides, he's never loved. He doesn't know how. He just wants to be able to play his piano like before, because it was safe, because at its keys he could control the roiling of his heart and funnel it into music. With love, things are much too risky. Why would he ever take such a chance?

Never Stare (2k)

Louis is trying to survive figure drawing class. The nude model is Harry. It's downhill from there.

Reindeer Games (19k)

Louis is a disgruntled elf and Harry is one of Santa’s reindeer. Featuring classic miscommunication, heaps of unrequited pining, gratuitous smut (with a bit of, shall we say, horseplay), a pinch of NYC holiday magic, and a sickening amount of Christmas Spirit.

Promise In The Sky (99k)

AU in which Harry Styles, a naïve, repressed, socially awkward Midwestern highschooler tries to navigate his fundamentalist evangelical parents and radically progressive older sister. He’s doing an okay job of this until the Tomlinson family starts attending Lakeside Baptist Church and a boy named Louis changes everything. Harry is forced to come to grips with his true self when Louis becomes more than just his best friend; but their relationship opens a can of worms and sends them on the most painful, heartbreaking journey of their young lives. They risk everything and nearly lose, and Harry learns that perhaps only one Bible verse is true: that perfect love casteth out fear.

Until You Remember (21k)

Talented London pianist Louis Tomlinson moves to a small coastal town to escape the elites of his job and the mundanity of his life. Through the music of Debussy he finds a charming, wonderful friend in Harry Styles, the fiancé of the town's mayor. Louis thinks his pining is in vain until he discovers that all may not be as it seems....

Silhouettes and a Little Black Dress (3k)

Or, when Harry and Louis have a tiff, Lou daydreams about Jamaica.

Under This Sun (2k)

Or, Louis is feeling discouraged about growing older until someone reminds him it's not so bad if you do it with the one you love

Perfect Now (7k)

To Be Real (3k)