#ten-spo

[kcals143]

i want a thigh gap i want a flat chest i want an almost square body because the skin on my hips is gone i want small thighs small wrists small arms

i cant wait to be skinny

[skylarmoon71]

Bumblebee (Transformers) - Oneshot

You’ve always had this bad habit of sticking your nose where it didn’t belong. Maybe it was the reporter in you. You needed to get to the bottom of every mystery. Most times that wasn’t so bad. The first was the school weirdo Sam Witwicky.

Overnight it seemed like he became somewhat desired, at least to Mikeala. He’d somehow managed to snag the hottest girl in school. A part of you thought he paid her, but sometimes you would catch the look she sent him. It was different, almost warm. Then there was his cousin who popped up like a ghost and no one asked questions. You even did a background check, but you couldn't find anything on social media.

It was like he didn’t exist.

Bee Witwicky.

What kind of name is Bee, did his parents really want him to get bullied on a daily basis?

Your adventure begins.

“Witwicky! I’m really glad I caught you.”

It wasn’t a coincidence. You memorized his schedule. A good reporter always covers their bases.

Bee stumbled slightly at the sound of your call. He’d been attending the school for roughly three weeks.

“O-Oh, hello again."

You could tell that you made him a bit nervous, which just made you that more intrigued. You knew there was a good story here. Your instincts had never been wrong. You’ve printed a number of articles for the school paper, most of which received a bit of recognition. This was your calling. That’s why you couldn’t let this one go to waste.

“Care to answer a few questions? You're still a mystery to the school. I’d love to do a piece on you. Help the students to get to know you better. Like I did with Sean Jeffery.”

“Oh yes, I read about him. He helped the team qualify for the state championship on July 22nd, Dallas Texas.”

“Exactly! I love showing off talented students, you could be one of them.”

It was a little weird the way he recited it like he was a computer.

“That’s nice, but there really isn't anything interesting about me. I’m just a plain old human.” You raise a brow.

“I-I just do regular human things you know!” He was laughing as he backed away.

“A-Anyway I really should get going.”

“Wait I haven’t even-”

“Bee!”

Sam’s voice called from down the hall. When you saw him you frowned. He wore a similar look as he approached.

“Still trying to put my cousin on display so people could mess with him.”

“That’s not what I do, Witwicky. I’m just trying to write a story. Are you worried he might get more popular than you?” You taunt. You can see he’s pretty agitated.

“Hey Sam!” Mikeala’s happy voice sings from down the hallway. When she walks up she looks curious.

“Oh hey, you’re (Y/N). Bee never stops-”

“Telling them about how much you love stories!!” Bee interrupts.

He’s acting weird again.

“I’ll see you later Bee.”

You pull your books closer, walking off to your next class. If only you could get ten minutes without Sam in the way, maybe you could score a great story. As your body fades into the crowd of students, Sam turns to Bee.

“You have to be careful, if people start asking too many questions it’s going to be bad for you.” Sam looks worried.

“She won’t find out anything, trust me. We took precautions. Besides, wouldn’t an article help to prove that I’m normal. “

“He’s right Sam. (Y/N)’s not going to stop. It’s been weeks. I think she likes the chase.” Sam groans.

This wasn’t going to be easy.

~

After school, you’d packed your stuff and set off for your new mission.

It’s become apparent that Sam was going to continue being a thorn in your side, only proving the fact that something was amiss. Like any regular person, you thought stalking them would be the way to go, normal right?

Except this time, you cursed your curious nature, because in this scenario, it would indeed be the thing to kill the cat.

“AAAAH SHIT!!!”

You were pedaling as fast as your feet could take you, but the yellow camaro was still following you down the street. A part of you was praying that it had all been a crazy nightmare. You’d trace Bee back to some weird abandoned building. You found a comfortable spot too. Even Sam and Mickeala were there. At first you assumed they were just delinquents messing with some stuff, but one second they were talking as usual, then the next a blue and red peterbilt pulled up.

Right before your eyes the truck changed, and shortly after, so did Bee. One minute he was human, then the next his skin was replaced by machinery that looked like it was from another universe. He stood upright, blue glowing eyes and all.

Like most teens in such a situation, you screamed. Alerting all of them of your location. You’d almost dropped your phone. But the second you willed your body to move, you jumped on your bike and sped out of there. It’s only when you got back on a main road you saw a car following you. It didn’t take a genius, its patterns were the exact same as Bee’s.

You’d turned down an alleyway to gain some ground and maybe lose them behind the many buildings. For a while you thought it worked, but a large hand came down right in front of you and you were pulled right off the bike. Now you were in a much more secluded place. It placed you on your feet, and as you opened your mouth to scream, Sam rushed over grabbing you and placing a hand on your mouth. You bit him, and he yelled out as you tried to take off in a run.

“I’d advise against running again, human.”

The stern voice of the blue and red robot makes your blood run cold. You fell back, staring up at both aliens.

“Y-You’re gonna kill me. You’re gonna scramble my brains and dump me in some ditch!!”

“Quiet down.”

It sounded a bit angry now, and your mouth slid shut as you trembled.

“We're..not…gonna hurt you…sport..” The radio of the camaro’s car slipped between stations, and you just stared. Bee’s blue eyes blinked, and you finally pushed your way upright, backing away.

“W-What are you….”

Sam looked annoyed as he nursed his hurt hand.

“If you hadn’t gone on a rampage, maybe we wouldn’t have had to get so rough.” He glowered.

“Aliens!!”

Bee pointed to the sky, and the word that came out this time from his station was something you’d heard in a movie.

“Aliens…”

“Yes, aliens!! Are you happy!! You spent the last few weeks poking your nose into our business, now you know. Optimus Prime and Bumblebee here are freaking aliens from another planet that came here to stop other evil aliens that tried to wipe out the human race. We’ve been protecting them as thanks for not letting us go poof into dust!!!”

Sam was huffing angrily from his long speech.

“Calm down Sam.” Optimus said.

“I’m going to take a walk.” He grumbled, sending you a spiteful look as he walked off. Mikaela followed, not before sending you an awkward smile.

“I’m sorry about that, just give us a few minutes.” She walked with him, patting his back. Now it was just you and the two huge aliens. You swallowed.

“I assure you that we mean you no harm. Our only job is to protect the human race from Megatron’s followers. We are allies. That is why it is imperative that our existence in this world stays between very few. We’ve already been exposed once. We cannot run that risk again.”

You clenched the phone in your back pocket.

“P-People deserve to know the truth!! What happened in Mission city, it was all real!! The government covered it all up, lied and said it was some futile attempt by another country. T-This whole time it’s all been a lie!!”

“Sometimes the truth poses more harm than good.” Optimus stated.

You couldn’t believe this.

“Why should I even believe you, this could all be a trick. What if I release what I have right now to the entire internet, would you kill me?” You were treading on dangerous waters, you know that.

“Believe what you will, I cannot stop you from making a decision. Nor will I hurt you.” He sounds almost sincere. Bumblebee takes a step, and the ground gives a little rumble. He kneels to your height, and you hold your breath.

“We’d never hurt you (Y/N).”

Those blue eyes look so innocent, and his voice is the same. The same Bee you’d been dogging for the last three weeks.

“Please (Y/N).” Your hands shake, and reach into your back pocket, gritting your teeth.

“Damn it!!”

You dropped the phone on the floor, smashing it under your feet. Optimus’s optics blinked in surprise.

“Are you happy now?”

Bumblebee knew it took a lot not to follow through with that story. He did a little dance, and you almost fell over. He caught himself, waving his hands in apology. You just released a heavy breath.

So much for your juicy story.

~~~

“Hey (Y/N)!!”

You jump at that voice, and you grab your bag. You’ve been so distracted that you haven’t realized you’re the last one in the classroom. Bee steps inside and he closes the door. Moving backwards, you watch him carefully. He looks like he does a full body scan of you.

“I’m not trying to hurt you, so you can calm down.”

How does he even know you’re panicking? Your face was completely neutral.

“Are you…reading me?”

He looks to the side.

“I’m not exactly human.”

He says it like he’s sad about it. It’s weird, you spent so long trying to read him. Now that you know the truth behind his happy go lucky nature, you aren’t sure what to do with it. More than anything, he should have hated you. All that time chasing him around digging for a story. They could have easily gotten rid of you. Yes it would have raised some red flags, but if the government covered up an entire alien invasion, burying one person would be a piece of cake.

You finally loosen your grip on your bag.

“B-Back at the alley, why didn’t you just take the phone. You guys are super robots.”

It would have been so easy to take what they wanted and threaten you.

“I guess I was kind of hoping you’d keep our secret. I also..” He’s shifting on his feet.

“You also what?”

“I really wanted us to be friends.”

When he looks at you, there’s so much innocence in that gaze. Your first thought is that he’s messing with you, but you don’t read that at all. You aren’t sure what to think at this point.

“Are you pulling my leg?”

Bee’s eyebrows scrunch up in confusion, and he looks down at your legs.

“No I’m not. Y-Your legs look fine to me.”

He looks generally lost, and despite yourself you smile.

“You really are an alien.”

So, it’s possible that you won’t be taken out to keep their secret, that’s good to know.

~

“What about this one?”

You hold out your closed palm, and Bee looks at it.

“It’s an eraser.” You open your hand, and sure enough it’s an ice cream patterned eraser.

“So that’s mad strength, super hearing, crazy hacking skills, and some bionic type vision.” You make a mental note and Bee smiles.

“I thought you were giving up the story.”

“I am, doesn’t mean I can’t still gather data for myself.”

Sam and Mikaela are sitting in his backyard. Now that you know their secret, you were never shy to stop by. Try as he might, Sam couldn’t get rid of you, and Bee liked your company. It’s obvious at this point that he has very little say in what happens. Mikaela laughs at the small frown Sam has.

“Sooner or later you’re going to have to trust her.”

“She bit me.”

“Are you really still mad about that?”

“She never apologized!”

He was a child sometimes.

You and Bee are seated under a tree, and he’s playing with Sam’s dog. You steal a glance at him. If you hadn’t seen it yourself, you wouldn’t have believed it.

“Do you miss it, your home?”

He nods.

“I do, all the time. Everything on this planet is so different.” He looks down, flexing his fingers.

“I used to wonder if it would have been better if we all just perished. Maybe then this world would have been spared of our war. There would be peace.”

Of all the things he could have considered, that’s not one you thought would cross his mind. Everytime you see him, he’s always smiling.

Happy.

“This world was messed up way before you guys came. I don’t think a few alien robots can do much more than what people have already done. “

He smiles, but it doesn’t truly reach his eyes.

“I’m glad you’re here.” He looks over at you, and this time it seems like you’ve finally gotten through to him. Bee just stares, and you jump when a spark bursts from his hand. Mojo jolts, jumping back and running around barking aggressively. Sam starts chasing the poor pup down, and you look back at Bee concerned.

“Are you alright?!”

He nods a bit nervously.

“Y-Yeah I just had a little short. It’s no big deal.”

He’s moving a bit fidgety, and you know something’s up, but you decide against asking. The last time you went poking it landed you in a hairy position. He is an alien after all. You can’t hope to understand everything.

~~~

Whenever you just needed a break from the world, your go to activity was a little walk or jog. This particular afternoon you’re walking through the woods on a path. The quiet was therapeutic.

Or so you thought.

“Move move, shake shake, now drop! What your momma said!!”

The blaring speakers from a car makes you turn. You’re a bit stunned at the car that comes speeding down the trail. Expertly dodging trees and fallen branches. You jolt when it jumps a particular log. As the camaro is airborne, Bumblebee transforms. When he lands, he’s standing upright, hands now on his hips. You’d fallen onto your butt at the harsh landing. He looks down, shoulders raised a bit apologetically.

“Sorry sport.” His radio spits out.

You rise, dusting your pants as you glare at him.

“I asked you to meet me, not crush me.” You lecture. He puts his hands together in what you assume is an apology. You just chuckle, shaking your head.

“What do you need, soldier?”

It’s so funny how he manages to pull dialogues from so many stations.

“I just wanted company.” Bumblebee points to himself.

“Yeah, who else is here dummy.” You giggle at the cute way his optics blink.

“Come on, there’s a really nice spot up ahead that we can chill at.” You reach for his mental hand, grabbing one of his fingers as you pull him along. Bumblebee just follows, his engines revving just a smidge.

Twenty minutes later you pull up to your spot. It’s a little clearing. The trees provide a decent cover, yet he can still see the expense of greenery up ahead. The view was beautiful. You take a seat on a log that looks perfectly shaped into a seat.

“I come here all the time, it’s my secret spot.” You explain. He sits beside you, knees tucked to his chest awkwardly.

“Relax Bee, no one comes here except me.”

It takes him a minute, but he stretches his legs out.

“It’s nice here.”

This time he doesn’t use the radio. You grin.

“Sure is. I’ve been coming to this place for years. It’s my stress relief ball. When things get crazy or I just need a break from life this is where I am. You’re the only one that knows about it now.”

His head turns at that, and you just send him a smile.

“Now you know my secret too.”

He’s not sure how to respond to that.

“She’s so cute.”

So far he's been doing a decent job of keeping his inner feelings to himself, but it’s hard when you keep sending him those smiles. He doesn’t realize until he’s already reaching out. His finger brushes the side of your cheek, and your expression changes to one of surprise. He holds your stare for a few minutes before he processes what he’s just done. Bumblebee practically yanks his hand back.

“I’m sorry!!”

He waves around frantically,

You still appear a bit dazed, and you take his hand, seizing his crazy movements. He stopped altogether.

“It’s okay Bee, I don’t mind.” Your voice sounds so soft. Warm. You shift your position, moving closer to his seated form.

“Bee, is it okay if I..” Your hand is outstretched and he gets the message. He nods, because words have failed him. It’s not done all at once. Your movements are a bit slow, precise. Now standing much closer, both your hands extend, and you cup his metal cheeks in interest. Bumblebee is almost afraid to move. Because he’s terrified that the second he does, then your touch will be gone. His eyes closed, and the sound his engine makes is almost a purr of content. Your smile widens as he leans into your hands.

“Wow…”

It’s crazy, a few weeks ago you thought he was probably some kind of monster. Now you feel almost ashamed for making that assumption. This being was far from a monster.

He’s an angel.

Your curiosity gets the better of you and you accidentally stumble into his lap. To steady yourself, you brace your hands on his plated chest. His hand moves to your waist on instinct. You look up at him sheepishly.

“S-Sorry about that.”

“No problem at all!”

This wasn’t the worst thing to happen. He thinks for sure you’ll pull away now that you’ve gathered yourself, but you lean up, wrapping your arms around his neck as you hug him. Bumblebee grows a bit stiff.

“I’m really glad I met you, Bee.” You breathe against his neck. His optics close, and he does his best not to give off too much of a reaction.

“I’m overheating!”

He is a bit alarmed. Did you really have no idea what this was doing to him? He pats your back stiffly.

“S-So am I.”

You pull back, and when you stare at him, he’s so adorably confused. You grin, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

That’s the last blow.

“Systems buffering.”

You hear from his radio. It looks like he’s stopped functioning.

“B-Bee!!”

He needed some time to get his processes to return.

~~~~

You hand the document to Bumblebee and his eyes lit up as he scanned through the article you’d done on him. When Sam approached you a week ago concerning a piece he wanted you to do on Bee, you sort of thought he’d gone crazy. Then he explained that rather than spilling all of his cybertronian secrets, you present a column on his experiences in life.

“This week’s paper.” you explain.

Bumblebee provided a lot of insight considering what he’s been through. His views and expectations for the future actually made for a good read. It also helps to reinforce his human cover. In a way, you’d gotten your story and Bumblebee’s secret was still safe.

“Wow…that’s me!” He pointed at the picture of himself excitedly and you can’t help but laugh.

“I think this is some of my best work. You’ve actually drawn in an audience. The principal congratulated me this morning. A few of the journalism departments were actually interested in having me for a summer internship.”

“That’s great!”

It really is.

This was the first time you’d held back the punchline for a story and still felt unbelievably fulfilled. Not because of the opportunities that were now being presented, but the unlikely friendship you’ve gained.

“So is this why you were always chasing down a story for Sam and I?” He placed the paper at his side on the porch and you shook your head.

“No, not entirely. “

Bumblebee tilts his head curiously.

“With you it was more instinct than anything else. As for Sam and Mickeala, I guess I was so interested in them because deep down I wanted the same thing they have.” You pull your legs to your chest, and Bumblebee looks over at you.

“It would be nice if I could find someone to look at me like that.” You murmur.

You let out a sigh, shaking your head as you turn back to him with a little laugh.

“Sorry that I’m getting all mushy.” He doesn’t say anything, and you tilt your head.

“I think you’re amazing (Y/N).”

You think maybe he’s just saying that to make you feel better, but his brown eyes are glowing now, a blue hue and you sort of just gape.

“Bee your eyes…”

He blinks, then turns his head.

“Sorry about that! The human body is a lot more complicated than I thought. It’ll pass. I didn’t mean to freak you out.” He’s massaging his eyelids and muttering something under his breath.

“It doesn’t freak me out.” Bumblebee still won’t lift his head.

“Can I see?”

He shakes his head.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

You place your hand under his chin gently, tilting his head back in your direction.

“I’ve literally seen you change from a walking, talking robot to a human. I think I can handle some glowing eyes. “ He finally opens his eyes, and you swallow. It was amazing the way the lights circled his iris. That topped with his innocent nature and boyish charms, there was no way you could truly be afraid of him.

“See, that's not so bad.” You grin, and a small smile makes its way on his face. You move your hand, but neither of you have looked away. Bumblebee is still looking at you, and when he starts to get closer, you take a breath and pull back. You can see the instant regret on his face.

“I-I’m sorry I didn’t mean to… I don't know why I..I..” He’s rambling, similar to the way he does when he’s communicating through the radio.

“I-Its fine Bee don’t worry.” You mess with your shirt.

This is terribly awkward.

“Y-You know it’s normal for boys your age to be interested in that stuff.” Why the hell do you sound like a sex ed teacher.

“W-With the new body you just want to test that stuff out and it’s fine. I just think you should do it with someone you actually have feelings for you know.”

“Someone I have feelings for…do you mean like Sam and Mikeala?”

So he does understand.

“Exactly. They care about each other, so it’s normal. So when you find someone like that, you should go for it.”

“I’ve already found someone like that.”

Your guts twists at that.

“Y-You have.”

Why did you sound so disappointed, of course he found someone.

“Well that’s good. You should probably tell them.”

“I have feelings for you (Y/N).”

You pause, hell your entire body froze. Some part of you thinks it’s a joke, but when you look over at Bumblebee, his eyes emit so much hope that it makes your heart hammer.

“Me..?”

You whisper.

He smiles awkwardly.

“I just think you’re so confident and driven and kind. When you found out about me you could have told the world, but you kept my secret. You protected me even though you didn’t have too. Also sometimes you make this face when you’ve just snagged a good story. And when you accidentally eat spicy foods your face scrunches up and it’s so cute!”

He’s actually gushing.

You can hardly believe this.

Bumblebee takes in your speechless expression, clearing his throat.

“A-Anyway that’s all I wanted to say.”

Now he looks bashful, and you want to interject and tell him that he’s the one who’s absolutely adorable in everything he does.

“If there is someone else that you-”

“There’s no one else.” You interrupt.

You weren’t sure it was possible, but the light in his eyes shine brighter, and you smile.

His cheeks are a bit flushed now.

“S-Sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

You’re the one who moves a bit closer now. Bumblebee looks your way, and your gaze trails to his lips.

“Before..were you trying to kiss me?”

He nods, partially in a trance.

“Yeah…”

“Do you mind if I kiss you instead?”

“Please do.” He hums. You release a little giggle, hand resting on top of his as you move in. He’s nervous, you can see it all over his face. The closer you get, the faster your heart beats. Bumblebee’s eyes slide shut slowly as you both begin to meet in the middle.

“Bee you ready to go.”

Sam walks out onto the porch, and you both turn.

“Y-Yeah I’m ready.” He stands, and so do you.

“Damn you Witwicky.” You growl. Sam sends you a look, backing up.

“I’ll take that as my que to leave.” Sam says.

Bumblebee sends you a look that adds to the already erratic beats in your chest.

“Guess I’ll see you at school?” He says softly.

You nod.

“Definitely.”

[queersrus]

Hello!! ^^

Can I request names, pronouns, and titles inspired by doctor who? I’m currently hyper fixated on the show!! Thank you so much!!

yes!! i was fixated on dr who again for a bit idk why i didnt answer this sooner i love dr who <3

assuming you want the entire show for a theme not just the doctor themself ^^

names:

doctor, doc, dalek, dan, danny, davros, dodo, donna, doom, dregs ace, ada, adipose, adric, amy, ashad, ashildr, auton barbera/barbara/barbra, ben, bill, brian, boe captain, charles, clara, cyber, chaplet, cassandra jack, jackson, jones, jackey/jackie, jamie, jo, joseph, judoon, jane harkness, holloway, harriet/harriett/harriette, harry lovelace, lewis, leela, liz pond, potts, pink, peri, polly write, warp, willfred, william, who yates, yasmin oswald, one time, traveller, tardis, tyler, two, three, ten, twelve, thirteen, taylor, tempora, temporal, tegan noble eight, eleven, empty, elizabeth five, four, fourteen grace, graham, grant sullivan, shaw, shelley, song, sally, sparrow, sara/sarah, sea, seacole, six, seven, steven, susan, space ian, ice, idris k9, kamelion, kandy, karvanista, katarina, kate macra, mara, martha, mary, mel, mickey, mire, melody nickola, nine, noor, nyssa queen, queenie victoria, vicki, vincent river, romona/ramona, rory, rose, ryan universe zoe

titles:

the doctor, the doctors companion, the companion, the tardis, the time traveller, the time lord, the immortal, the dalek

(prn) who travels through time, (prn) who time travels, (prn) who fights aliens, (prn) who's seen the future, (prn) who comes from the past

1st pov prns: i/me/my/mine/myself

ti/time/times/timeself tri/trave/travels/travelself spi/space/spaces/spaceself di/doc/doctors/doctorself ti/tardi/tardis/tardiself sci/fi/scifis/scifiself ci/com/companions/companionself whi/who/whos/whom/whoself di/dale/daleks/dalekself

2nd pov prns: you/your/yours/yourself

to/timer/timers/timerself tro/traveller/travellers/travellerself to/tar/tardisr/tardisrself spo/spacer/spacers/spacerself sco/fir/scifirs/scifirself do/doctor/doctors/doctorself co/companionr/companionrs/companionrself who/whos/whoms/whomstself do/dalekr/dalekrs/dalekrself

3rd pov prns: they/them/theirs/themself

ti/time, ti/me, time/times, timey/wimey, time/travel, time/traveller travel/traveller, trav/el, trav/eller, travel/travelling, travel/travels, traveller/travellers tar/dis, tardis/tardis', tar/tardis spa/space, spa/ce, space/spaces sci/fi, science/fiction doc/tor, doc/doctor, dr/drs, doctor/doctors, doctor/who who/whos, wh/o, who/whom, who/whomst, whom/whomst co/companion, companion/companions, compan/ion, com/panion da/lek, dalek/daleks, dal/dalek

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

I thought this would make a cute little prompt idea!

Its no big secret Peter 3 loves One's laugh! He starts to take notice that each time he tickles him in a different spot, he has a different laugh. When he tickles his stomach he has a squeaky laugh, his armpits he cackles, etc...Peter 3 decides to tickle him in different spots to hear all his different laughs!

Ticklish Discoveries

Summary: See prompt above :)

(This started out as an adorable little prompt and turned into a long fic 😅 Sorry it turned out so long, but I had so much fun with this Anon ❤️ Hope you enjoy it ❤️)

Three was on a scientific investigation.

A tickle investigation.

A scientific tickle investigation.

Over the last few days, he had been secretly cataloging each adorable sound his younger counterpart made when he was tickled. Not in a creepy, sadistic sort of way but in a loving 'I'm totally gonna exploit this' older brother way. He'd know the other two roughly a year and he didn't realize he could have so much love for two people.

Not surprisingly, the three had bonded over a love for tickling. It had been an interesting night the first time the discovery had been made, but neither he nor Two had gotten to test every tickle spot. So Three deemed it his mission to test them all.

When he stepped through the portal to One's apartment, Three found his target relaxing in the living room.

"Hi Pete! How's it . . ."

The youngest looked up and quickly scrubbed his eyes. "Hi Three."

"You okay?"

"Yeah! Why wouldn't I be?"

There may have been a smile on One's face, but it looked strained and didn't reach his eyes.

In response, Peter 3 sat beside him. "I'm not going to judge you or call you weak for shedding some tears Pete."

One scrubbed at his eyes again. "Thank you for worrying, but I told you I'm fine."

"Okay."

The youngest counterpart managed a half smile. "So, why did you want to come over?"

"I wanted to play a game but if you're having a rough day we don't have to."

After some quiet thought, One replied, "You know, a game does sound like fun."

"You sure? We don't have too."

One shook his head. "No, I want to."

Peter 3 smiled. "Okay."

"What game did you want to play? Hide and seek?"

While the question was asked in a teasing form, Three thought about it. "We can incorporate it with hide and seek if you want to."

Peter 1 gave a light chuckle. "Haven't plahayed that in a whihile."

"We can do hide and seek, but with a twist."

"How?"

"I'll be the seeker, you be the hider. But each time I catch you . . . I get to tickle you."

Peter 1's eyes widened comically and a blush appeared on his face.

"What do you say?" Peter 3 teasingly wiggled his fingers toward his counterpart. "Ready for hide and tickle?"

Peter 1 nervously nodded.

"You suuuuure."

"Y-yehes!"

"Alright, you got ten seconds." The tallest Peter covered his eyes. "One . . . two . . . "

As Three began to count, he heard the scurry of feet before silence filled the living room again. Once he reached ten, Peter 3 started his search.

One's apartment didn't offer many hiding spots so it didn't take long to find him giggling under his tiny bed.

"Gotcha!"

The youngest Peter squealed as he tried to slip away from his counterpart. He didn't get far before he was pinned to the ground.

After not tickling someone in a few years, Peter 3's skills were rusty as he dug into One's ribs. He went slowly and gently so he wouldn't hurt the youngest.

Even still, the gentle touches elicited the loudest laughter Three had heard in a while.

"Awahaw, you're soho cute! Public enemy number ohone myhy foot."

"Hehey! Ihi'm nohot thahat cuhute!"

Three paused. "The fact that you're giggling makes you even less menacing."

Peter 1 rolled his eyes and shoved at Three.

Peter 3 moved off Peter 1. "Come on, round two."

"Yohou want mehe to hide agahain?"

Three smirked. "Didn't I tell you? I'm on permanent seeking duty."

One propped himself up on his elbows. "Yohou suhure?"

"Positive! But that means you better get creative with your hiding spots."

One smirked back. "You're ohon!"

The second round went more in One's favor. Because of his smaller stature he was able to fit in smaller places that Three would not have thought of. Like the small cabinet under the bathroom sink.

"How'd yohou eheven fit in thehere!"

One shrugged. "Ihi dohon't knohow."

Three gently pulled him out. "Wehell come ohon out!"

Peter 1 squealed as he was pulled into Three's lap and those same hands dug into his armpits. Loud genuine cackles filled the tiny bathroom as One sunk down into Three's lap.

"Ah gootchie gootchie goooo little Peter!"

"NAHAHA LIHITTLEHEL!"

While Three loved the cackles, the snorts that followed were his favorite.

After the brief attack, Peter 3 ruffled One's hair. "Ihill admit, that was aha good one."

His younger counterpart grinned at the affection.

"But now I know your secret so you'll have a harder time this round," Three teased.

"Yohou're on!"

Peter 3 grinned as he recounted to ten. Surprisingly, One held true to his word. Peter 3 had a hard time finding him this round. He would have missed him completely if Peter 1 hadn't started giggling within the kitchen cabinet.

Peter 3 crept up to the door as quietly as he could before yanking it open with a growl. "C'mere!"

The youngest let out another squeal, but he surprised his older counterpart by ducking between his legs before running out of the kitchen.

Peter 3's jaw dropped. It quickly turned a grin when he glimpsed One's excited face before it disappeared into the next room. He was getting into the spirit now.

The tallest hurried after him. "Get back here you!"

A brief chase around the living room came to an end when One thudded to the floor after he jumped over the couch.

Peter 3 hurried over. "You gohood?"

A thumbs up greeted him. "Ihim gohood!"

The older variant chuckled as he knelt to the floor. "Gohood, because thahat wahas hysterical."

"Hey!"

"Yohou don't think ihit wahas?"

"Ihits nohot really funny when you lahand on your butt!"

"Would have been more humorous if it had been you're arm."

One gave him a deadpan look. "Thahat was so corny ihit huhurt worse thahan my landing."

Three placed a hand on his chest. "I aham insulted!"

"So am I by your humor."

The older counterpart tried to hold back a smile as he snagged the youngest's foot. "Ihill shohow you hohow funny Ihi can behe."

The smirk on One's face dropped as Three pulled his feet into his lap.

"Hey One?" Three held up his hand. "What did the finger say to the thumb?"

Giggles were the only response.

The older counterpart skittered his fingers across One's foot. "I'm in glove with you!"

While still giggly, the youngest did not have the biggest reaction to his foot being tickled.

The youngest grinned. "Cahant gehet mehe toho lahAAUGH!"

Three paused and looked at where his fingers had strayed. Right above the heel.

He then smirked back up at his younger counterpart. "What happens when you injure your foot?"

"Nothihing!"

"Wrong!" Three's fingers started moving again. "They heel on their own."

It was impressive how one little spot could produce so many girlish squeals and snorts. Not too mention the most adorable toe curls.

"How do feet greet each other?"

"THEHEY DOHONT!"

"Noho." Peter 3 jumped up to pinch his toes. "They say 'Nice toe meet you'!"

The girlish squeals switched to high pitched giggles. "NOHEEE!"

"Wrohong! Thahat's your toesieees." Peter 3 scritched in between them. "Do you not know basic anatomy?"

"AHH! NOHO!"

The older finally released One's foot. "Atleast you admit it."

In response, Peter 1 pouted. He genuinely poked out his bottom lip and pouted at his friend.

"Don't give me that look. We're still playing Hide and Tickle!" Three poked his sides a few times. "You shohould behe smiling!"

Peter 1 squeaked and squirmed. "Naha Ihim mahade ahat yohou!"

Three growled and reached forward to ruffle his hair again. "Come on. Next round!"

"Yes!"

This round was a bit more challenging. Peter 3 searched the almost the entire apartment before he realized what the youngest had done.

Not only had he hidden on the ceiling rather than the floor, he had strategically stayed behind Peter 3 as he walked through the apartment.

"You stinker!" Three exclaimed.

One giggled down at him. "Yohou never sahaid Ihi cohouldn't!"

The middle Peter crossed his arms. "You coming down, or do I have to come get you?"

There was a brief pause where Peter 1 seemed to consider the offer, then scurried off again.

Peter 3 laughed as he swung up to the ceiling. "Oho, ihits ohon!"

This chase was a lot more challenging. There was less furniture to bump into or trip over; however, it was hard to rotate positions with the tight corners and lighting fixtures. Peter 3 ended the chase when he snagged One's ankle. He then pushed himself off of the ceiling and down to the floor.

Now the youngest was hanging by just his fingertips.

"Cohome on." Three teasingly pulled on his leg. "Time to come down."

One shook his head. "No!"

"Aww, is somewon newvous?"

The blush on One's cheeks spread to his ears.

"Come on down Petewr." Three's fingers dragged across his heel. "The tickwe monstewr wants tow pway!"

Peter 1 started squealing again, but he refused to let go of the ceiling.

This left Three free to explore. His other hand reached up to squeeze Peter 1's knee.

The youngest shrieked.

"Oo! Sweet spot."

If One wasn't dangling from the ceiling he'd surely be driven up the walls when Three found the perfect rhythm. However, he would still not let go of the ceiling.

"Wohow! Yowve got qwite the gwip Uno."

"NAHA! NO BAHABY TAHALK!"

Three lifted One's foot up. "Buwt I have tow! Youwre aha baby aftew awl."

Peter 1 snorted. "Jerk!"

"Aww, a teeny snort!"

"Shut uhup!"

Three smirked. "Noho problemo."

"Wha-AHHH!"

Peter 3 blew a few raspberries into each foot and behind each knee before One finally removed one hand. The sounds coming from his mouth was a mix of shrieks, squeals, and snorts.

When Three saw the one hand, he stopped his playful torture. "Are you going to come down now?"

The youngest paused.

So Three decided wiggling fingers were more motivational. "Come down, or your tummy gets it."

"Dohon't chall it thahat!"

Three poked his stomach. "Why? Cause tummy mahakes youw bwush?"

"Ah! Noho!"

"You know I can still see your face from here?"

That blush started creeping down his neck.

Three held up his hands. "Unless you want me to tickle your tummy, you'd better come down."

One stayed put.

Three moved forward. "Okay."

"Wait! Waihait!" At the last moment, One dropped from the ceiling and into Three's arms. "Nohot yehet!"

"Not yehet?"

Somehow his blush got darker.

Peter 3 cooed as he instinctively wrapped the youngest in his arms. "It shohould really be illegal toho be this cuhute."

Now Peter 1 was even more flustered at the fact that he was being held by his older variant. "Th-threhee!"

"Yehes?"

"Ihim nohot a babyhy! Yohou can put mehe dohown!"

"No!"

"I'm tohoo heavy!"

"No you're not! You're light as a feather."

The youngest hid his face in his hands. "Ihim tohoo big!"

"Stohop making excuses." Three gently pulled the hand back. "You're just the right size."

This earned a tongue sticking out at him.

Three smirked. "So muhuch sass in one little package."

"I'm not little!"

Peter 3 wiggled a finger into his neck. "Itty-bitty tiny little baby spiderling."

The cutest little giggles bubbled out of the youngest's mouth.

Three felt something he hadn't years. Cuteness aggression.

He growled again. "Why you gotta be soho cuuute!"

Before the youngest could think of a response, Three tipped him back and nuzzled into his neck.

"Ahhhahaha!" The youngest snorted. "Wh-whahat ahare you dohoing!"

Those same giggles grew in number and so did Three's cuteness rage.

He squished his baby brother's face. "Stop being so cute or I'm gonna squish you."

"Whahat!"

"Ihim warning yohou!"

Peter playfully pushed at Three's hand. "Buhut Ihim not cuhute!"

"I'm serious! Stop it right nohow."

One looked up at his brother's intense stare. He tried to keep a straight face, but his upside down position mixed with the goofy statements made him squeak and bury his face in his hands.

"That's it!"

One squealed as he was pulled up and into a squeeze. Meanwhile, Three nibbled across his neck as he nuzzled in.

One's laughter turned higher pitched at the affection. While torturous, the youngest didn't try to hard to get away. Although, he did want to call foul play when Three chose to move the nuzzles and nibbles up to his ears.

"Yohoure thehe wohohorst!"

"I warned you to stop being so cute. Now youw have tow face the conseqwences!"

"EEEE!" Another snort.

Peter 3 paused his tickles and just held his younger brother in a hug. "Lohove yohou Uno."

Peter 1 giggly returned the hug. "Lohove yohou to ya ohoaf."

"Ready for one more round?"

The youngest's head shot up. "Yes!"

The tallest Peter set him down. "Alright, here we go!"

As Three covered his eyes, he listened to the patter of little feet scurrying out of the room and the giggles trailing behind.

This round, Peter 3 may have delayed finding the youngest. He could hear him giggling in the tiny bedroom closet almost immediately, but deliberately delayed the reveal by checking a few other locations.

"Are youuuu . . . here?" Three peeked under the bed.

The giggles picked up.

Peter 3 moved to the dresser and opened a drawer. "Are you iiiiiiin . . . here?"

More giggles poured out of the closet.

The tallest Peter made his way closer to the closet. "Are yohou in there?"

Everything went silent.

"Ihi think I heard yohou."

A tiny squeak came out.

Three quietly grabbed the handle and quickly threw it open. "IIIIIIII got ya!"

One squealed and curled into a ball.

Three squatted down. "After ahall ohof your previous hiding spots, this was your behest spot?"

Peter 1 hesitantly opened his arms.

Three cooed. "Did you want to get found super quick?"

One made grabby hands. "Yes!"

However, his mood shifted quickly after. He pulled his arms back with a bashful look and a soft, "If you want to."

Three melted. "Of course bud."

After another brief pause, One hesitantly opened his arms back up.

With an ever growing grin, Peter 3 reached forward and scooped his baby brother up into his arms. "I thought you were too big to be held?"

". . . Am I?"

"Never!" Three held him close. "You're the perfect cuddle sized munchkin."

Peter 1's blush returned. "Hey! Ihi'm not a muhunckihin!"

Peter 3 readjusted his so he could lift Peter 1 up in the air. "Yohou're nugget sihized."

"Ahh! Threheheee!"

The older Peter chuckled and moved Peter 1 around in the air. "Now you're an airplane."

One immediately grabbed onto his brother's wrists. "Eep! Noho ahairplahane!"

Peter 3 pulled him back. "Ihis your tummy ready fohor tickles nohow?"

The youngest's face turned bright red. A slow smile accompanied it as he slowly lifted his shirt up.

Peter 3 smirked. "Lohooks like Ihits been ready."

Three shifted one arm under the littlest's knees before carefully dropping him on the couch. One squeaked in surprise before dissolving in a puddle of giggles.

Peter 3 placed his hands on his hips. "Now where is your tummy hiding?"

"You---yohou knohow whehere."

"No I don't, you gotta show me where he is."

Peter 1's blush rivaled his spider suit as he grabbed the hem of his shirt.

"I can't tickle him if you don't show me."

One turtled into his shoulders. He was so flustered he couldn't get a grip on his shirt.

"You can lift you're shirt, or I can stick my head under."

That statement flustered Peter 1 even more. The stream of sounds coming out of his mouth resembled jumbled consonants rather than actual words.

"Ooone."

"Ihi---."

"Twoooo."

One's eyes widened. "Whehen did yohou start---."

"Three!"

At the same time Three's head shot forward, One squealed and pulled his shirt up and over his face.

"Ahahawww!"

One peeked out and pouted again.

In response, Three scooted closer to his tummy. "Ahhh."

Peter 1's eye widened as he sucked in his tummy.

Peter 3 moved even closer. "Ahhhhhhh."

"Eep!"

Three's head dropped forward.

Peter 1 spazzed. "AHH!"

However, the older Peter stopped his face mere centimeters above One's quivering stomach. He was so close in fact that his breath caused goosebumps to appear.

"Aww, youwr tummy is nerwvouws."

"Juhust doho ihit!"

"Ihif you insist."

"Wha-? Wahait!"

A raspberry was blown onto One's tummy and One squealed!

Three looked up. "Wohow, that's aha big squeal."

Peter 1 pulled his shirt back over his face.

The older Peter cooed and tugged on the shirt. "Let me see that face."

"Hohow cahan you see myhy face whihile yohou're blowing rahaspberries?"

Three cooed. "Do you want more raspberries Mister Tummy?"

Silence.

"Ihi take that ahas a yes."

The next moment, Peter 1's tummy was attacked with raspberries. This time he unintentionally shoved his shirt down over Peter 3's head.

"Oho noho! I'm trapped." Another raspberry. "Guess I'm stuck hehere now."

And he added another raspberry for good measure.

"AHH! GEHET OHOUT!"

"You put me here."

"Ihi---Ihi knoho *hic*."

Peter 3 pulled his head out. "What was that!"

"Uhum . . . A *hic*."

"Oh my word."

Peter 1 hiccuped again.

"Hickiermumps!"

"Shuhut uhu*hic*!"

"Jumping frog hickiermumps. That's soho cuhute!"

One pouted. "They only happen ihif Ihi *hic* lahaugh too much. May thought---."

Three watched as Peter 1's face crumbled.

"Hey. You okay?"

A sniff and a head shake confirmed what Peter 3 had been thinking. He moved to sit on the couch and pull One into his lap.

At first, the youngest Peter tensed at the position, but he then buried his face into Peter 3's chest.

"What's going on Uno?" Three rocked back and forth. "What's really going on?"

Peter 1 sniffed again. "Can you believe . . . It's been a y-year since we---we met?"

"I knew it was soon, but has it been a year already?"

One nodded. "A y-year ago tomorrow."

A light clicked on in Peter 3's head. "A year ago that everything changed."

". . . Yeah."

The raw emotions hit Three like a tidal wave. He remembered the one year anniversary after Uncle Ben and Gwen had passed. Every place you looked, every smell you smelled, every sound you heard, it all remind you of that person.

"Y-you know . . . She used to chase me around like y-you did when I-I was little."

Three turned back to One. "Really?"

A small smile appeared on One's face. "Because I was so little she . . . she used to pick me up and---and put me on her hip as she spun around."

The tallest Peter chuckled. "Aww, that's so cute!"

"It was cute when I was like . . . ten. Not when I was fifteen and she tried to do it to behe silly."

Peter 3 out right laughed. "Shehe trihied to pick yohou uhup when you whehere fifteen?"

One chuckled and blushed. "Tryhy is the kehey wohord. We both ended uhup on the floor whehen shehe did."

"My Unclehel Behen tried the sahame thing."

Peter 1 looked up. "Really?"

Three nodded. "Yeheah, hehe actually got me ohon toho his back befohore promptly pulling aha muscle."

The youngest Peter giggled. "Oho noho!"

"Yeheah . . . Gwen loved that story."

"Did shehe try toho pick yohou uhup?"

"Yeah, but she wahas never successful."

"My MJ did ihit ohonce."

"Wait, seriously!"

One groaned. "Shehe did it on a dare!"

"I'd lohove to hear that stohory."

"There's no real story. She, Ned, and I were hanging out. Ahaunt May told the same story I told you. Ned made a comment abohout MJ's strehength and dared her to pick me up to show hohow strong she wahas. She ahactuahally got me a couple inches off of the floor for like three seconds."

"I knehew Ihi liked heher."

"Yeheah." One's shoulders sagged. "I miss them."

Peter 3 squeezed him tight. "Me too."

Another small sniffle slipped out. "Does it---does it get any easier?"

"A little. You just have to take it day by day."

The duo fell into a comfortable silence as they each thought back on the memories of their loved ones.

Finally, One spoke back up. "Three?"

"Yeah Pete?"

"If it's okay . . . Could---could we do a few more?"

A smile tugged at the corners of Peter 3's mouth. "A few more what bud?"

"The . . . The . . . you know."

Three's fingers skittered across Peter 1's side. "I have no idea. Could you elaborate?"

Those same light giggles filled the room again.

Meanwhile, Three slowly spidered his hand up the youngest's back. "I can't give you what you want if you don't tell me whahat it is."

This time Peter 1's giggles turned higher pitched as he turtled into his shoulders the closer those fingers slowly got to his shoulder blades and neck. "Hehey!"

Three's cuteness aggression returned. "Stop being cute or I'm going to tickle yohou again."

Peter 1 hid his mouth behind his hands as he tried to lean back.

Peter 3 followed him forward repeating the same thing over and over. "Stop being so cute. Ihim warnihing you."

Once the youngest was laying on his back in Three's lap again, the older Peter pressed his forehead to One's. "If you don't stop being cute, I'm going to get your tummy again."

Peter 1 blushed and pulled his shirt up. He then placed Peter 3's hand on his stomach.

Three wanted to squeal. His little counterpart was way to adorable when asking for tickles. Instead, Three let out a growl. "Nohow you've dohone it."

One squeaked.

Peter 3 dug his hand into One's tummy. "Yohou're being way too cuhute agahain!"

As Three tickled him, the smile on his face actually reached his eyes this time. It was a bright genuine smile that Peter 3 wanted to experience everyday.

Even if he was loving the ticklish affection, it couldn't last forever. When One's laughter started to get breathy, Peter 3 finally stopped and held him in a hug. "Ihi love you so much Uno. You're the little brother Ihi nehever had."

Three felt One tense.

Three pulled back to see tears forming in One's eyes. "What's wrong? Did I go to far? Did I hurt you?"

"You." One sniffed. "You r-really see me as a . . . brother?"

"Is that okay."

"Yes." The tears started flowing down One's face

"Oh buddy." Three immediately pulled One back into a hug.

"You a-and Two . . . You're like the-the brothers I never-never had."

Three felt tears well up in his own eyes. "You're going to make me cry now."

Peter 1 pulled back and started scrubbing at his eyes. "Sorry."

With a wet chuckle, Three gently cupped his face with his hands. "It's okay to cry. You've got a lot of big emotions inside of you that just need to come out."

Peter 1 looked away.

"If you want to let them out through tears you can."

Peter 1 looked back up at his brother. "Stay?"

"I'll stay right by your side."

That was all the prompting One needed to rebury his face in Three's chest with a sob. "I love y-you!"

"I love you too." Peter 3 squeezed One tight. "So, so much."

The two stayed that way for a good twenty minutes. Once Peter 1 had let out all his tears he stayed curled in Three's hold.

Meanwhile, Three used his sleeves to wipe the tears from his baby brother's face.

Peter 1 whined. "I can---."

"How are you feeling now?"

Although he wanted to finish his retort, Peter 1 let it die on his lips. "I'm feeling drained."

"You've been through a lot buddy." Peter 3 stood with One in his arms. "Now it's time to rest."

The youngest looked up at his brother. "Can we play again later?"

Three smirked and wiggled a finger under his baby brother's chin. "Looking for more tickles?"

One scrunched and giggled. "Eep!"

Peter 3's smirk morphed into a grin. He lifted One up into the air before lowering him down to give him a kiss on the nose.

After the playful affection, Three carefully tossed One on to his twin bed. He then helped him settle under the blanket.

"By the way, you never told me the game you were trying to play."

Peter 3 sat on the bed. "Less of a game and more of an experiment."

"What kind of experiment?"

"A what kind of laughter do you make when I tickle you experiment."

Peter 1's eyes widened. "What!"

"And you have the behest sohounds." Peter 3 leaned closer so he could kiss his forehead. "Baby bro."

Peter 1 blushed. "Why are they the best!"

"Because they come from my adorable baby bro."

"That's gohoing to tahake some getting used toho."

"What? Baby bro?"

"Yeheah."

"Then I'll just keep calling you baby bro until it's normal." Three tucked the blanket under his chin. "Now come on, it's time to sleep."

The youngest Peter yawned. "Okay, okay."

"Good night . . . baby bro."

"Will you stay?"

"Do you want me to?"

One gave a sleepy nod.

The older Peter melted and wedged himself onto the small bed. "Scoot."

Once settled, the youngest hesitantly snuggled up close and wrapped his arms around his brother.

Three returned the hug. "Night baby bro. I love you."

One smiled as he relaxed. "Love you to big bro."

Peter 3 watched as the littlest's eyes slowly drifted shut. Hhad started off to conduct an experiment. Instead, he had gotten something so much better.

An adorable little brother.

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Witches and Wizards - 16

(Warnings: angst, angst, fluff, a lot more fluff, Ophelia and her green thumbs, more fluff)

Note: I once read parts of a fic where the reader has magic and goes back in time, meeting Merlin. I sadly can’t find it anymore. Also Fred didn’t die in this.

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Ophelia was as quiet as a grave as she stood in the corner of the room, heart racing despite her calm expression as she looked out the window to the night sky, hand clutching the stone pendant that Merlin had given her on their three year anniversary, not long before he went with Arthur to find the rest of the knights of Camelot and Gwaine. She sighed heavily before turning around, leaving the council room without a single word spoken all day, or all week for that matter. Not since they had left. She went to her room and the second the doors were closed, she waved her wand at it, locking it and sealing the room with a muffle spell, walking towards one of the windows, clutching the necklace even harder as she closed her eyes.

‘Please be alive. Please be safe.’

The words repeated in her head over and over and over again until she thought she’d go mad, losing time as she just stood there, by the window, her eyes locked on the gallows that were being built, praying. Hoping. Wishing and begging. Until she felt it. The tiniest spark touching her palm, a hint of life on the other end and Ophelia let out a heavy sigh of relief, tears filling her eyes as she nodded to herself, feeling like the dress sat too tight against her chest, her ribs crushing her heart and lungs as she tried to breathe. She heard someone persistently knock on the door, her eyes moving to the wooden barriers, giving her wand a wave and every sealing and muffle charm vanished, the doors opening to reveal a concerned Gaius. “Ophelia” he breathed out with relief, Ophelia frowning at him as he approached. “You’re alright” he mumbled, Ophelia frowning even more at him, meeting him halfway as he walked towards her “why wouldn’t I be?”

“Because you’ve been gone for two hours! I have been knocking on your door for the past ten minutes” Gaius revealed, Ophelia shaking her head in confusion, turning to look out the window, only now blinded by the light of dawn, revealing the tears staining her cheeks as she looked back at Gaius. “I-... I’m sorry…” she mumbled, Gaius gently shaking his head with a sigh “it’s alright…” he murmured, gently taking her hands in his own, offering her a soft yet forced smile “I believe Gwen is looking for you, she’s as worried as I was… perhaps you’d assure her of your well-being?”

“You don’t think I should be alone…” Ophelia concluded, Gaius just smiling at her again, not even denying it. Ophelia sighed and nodded, her hands slipping out of his “okay…” she mumbled, walking past him and towards Gwen’s room.

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Ophelia was sitting opposite of Gaius on the other side of Gwen when the doors opened, Ophelia lifting her head to see Sefa, her heart aching with both anger and sadness, her brows twisting together in a frown for a brief moment before she looked back at Gwen and placed the papers aside as the doors closed, glancing at Gwen before looking back at Sefa as she curtseyed briefly. “M’Lady…”

“Sefa… you asked to see me.”

“I’m sorry for what I did… It was wrong, I know, it was without thinking… I didn’t mean to hurt anyone. I wouldn’t. I-... All I wanted was to help my father… and now I’m condemned to death…”

“You understand the law, Sefa. I cannot change it-”

“Please… I know you have a good heart… a reprieve, I’m begging you…”

“Men have died.”

“I know… I’m sorry. I’m s-... I’m so sorry… I did it for my father. It was the only thing he wanted from me… I told him I couldn’t but he-... I don’t know, he-... I wanted to make him happy… to please him…” Ophelia briefly closed her eyes and turned her head away at Sefa’s begging, the break in her voice…

“He used you” Ophelia spoke up softly, turning to look at Gwen briefly before looking at Sefa who nodded, turning her gaze to Ophelia now “I know…” her gaze turned back to Gwen instead “M’Lady… I don’t want to die…”

“There’s nothing I can do, Sefa… the sentence stands…”

Ophelia turned her head and stared at Gwen at her answer, heart racing in her chest when Gwen met her gaze, surprised by the look of shock on Ophelia’s face as Sefa was dragged out, begging. “Ophelia-”

“She’s just a girl, Gwen. A stupid, foolish, naive one, but still a girl!”

“Ophelia-”

“No! She doesn’t deserve to die!” Ophelia hissed, only being more and more angered by Gwen’s calm facade, the three of them completely alone in the room and Gwen glanced at the doors before turning to Ophelia “and she won’t” she stated softly, Ophelia narrowing her eyes at her, leaning back in her chair “you’ve lost me…” Ophelia mumbled, Gwen sighing, reaching over and gently taking Ophelia’s hand in her own “I have no intention of her dying, Ophelia. But her father WILL rescue her. He is the real threat, not her… but if he knows that I don’t actually intend on executing her, then he won’t come. He had one spy, there could be many more so I have to keep face, Ophelia… no one can know, it’s why I didn’t tell either of you until now” Gwen admitted, looking at Gaius before turning to look at Ophelia once more. “She’s just a girl, a naive, foolish girl… she was manipulated by her father, of course death isn’t what she deserves” Gwen added softly, Ophelia studying her before running her free hand over her face as she sighed heavily “bloody hell Gwen, you keep me on my toes…” she mumbled, offering the queen a brief smirk before shaking her head once more. “At least you’re the clever one out of you and Arthur” Ophelia teased, Gwen glaring playfully at her “he is your king” she reminded, Ophelia shrugging with a smirk “but not my husband, you have the short stick on that one” she teased further, Gwen chuckling “marriage is not so bad, you know.”

“I never said it was. Arthur’s just a clotpole, it’s a miracle he’s survived this long” Ophelia stated casually, smirking at Gaius who shook his head with amusement, deciding to go back to work and shut out the conversation between the two of them. “So, you’d want to get married?”

“Of course” Ophelia answered without even blinking, her eyes scanning over the papers that Gwen signed before Sefa had come to plead for her freedom, attempting to sort them as Gwen smirked at her. “To Merlin?” she asked teasingly, Ophelia’s cheeks growing darker as she shifted a little in her seat, keeping her eyes on the papers as she shifted through them “I think you forgot to sign one of these…”

“Ophelia-”

“Your Highness-”

“Ophelia!”

“Yes, okay?! I’d-... I mean it-... w-wouldn’t be-... you know… terrible, b-being married to him some day and-... you know what I think we should just get back to work” Ophelia babbled, cheeks flushed red as Gwen continued to sign and work with her and Gaius, still smirking at a still flustered Ophelia.

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Ophelia was currently trimming her Alihosty when there was knock on her door, her head turning and the second she saw Merlin she dropped everything and ran to him, wrapping her arms tightly around him, burying her face in his neck as he hugged her back, kissing up and down her neck to the point where it tickled her, making her giggle a little. “Merlin!”

“Sorry, I just wanted to hear you laugh” Merlin admitted sheepishly, hearing her giggle once more as she hugged him even tighter. It was a while before Ophelia parted from him, grinning from ear to ear as she studied him before kissing him deeply, Merlin eagerly kissing her back as he picked her up suddenly and without warning, making her yelp and giggled as he carried her to her bed, their lips continuing to meet in slow and passionate kisses. As Merlin laid her down on the bed, his lips trailed down from her lips to her jaw, continuing down her throat to her collarbone, his hands moving over her sides, feeling one of her legs hook around his hips to pull him in closer, her head tilting back in delight, his breath heavy and hot as it fanned across her collarbone, making her smile and her eyes close, feeling his lips over every accessible piece of skin. “Bloody hell I’ve missed you” she whimpered softly, Merlin lifting his head to kiss her lips once, twice, before lifting his head to gaze down at her, smirking “you missed me? How much?” he asked quietly, Ophelia smirking at him, pulling him in closer with her leg over his hip, “very” she mumbled before kissing him. “Cuddle time?” Merlin offered and she grinned “god you know me so well” she whispered, Merlin chuckling as he moved to the bed with her, laying down and holding her close as she snuggled up next to him.

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It was almost noon when there was a knock on Ophelia’s door, a smile on her lips as she already knew who it was “come in” she called, not bothering to hide the GlumBumble in her hand, gently shushing it as the door opened and closed again “it’s alright. You’ll make more next time! No one’s blaming you in any way, I can promise you that” she whispered softly before turning around, opening a small door in the side of the large wardrobe she had, the small door seemingly only a part of a much larger door, stretching the entire side of the wardrobe, enough for a person to barely squeeze through, the GlumBumble flying inside once more, sticking her entire arm inside to bring out a small vial with black liquid in it, smiling into the tiny hole that could be heard buzzing, as though an entire family of bees lived in there. “You’re late, you know, we were supposed to replant the new wormwood an hour ago, and the Alih-” she stopped herself when she turned and saw it was not him. Definitely not Merlin. It wasn’t even Gaius. Instead it was a young man in the armour of a Camelot knight. Ophelia slowly moved her hand to the hidden pocket in the skirt of her dress to grasp her wand, slowly taking it out “who are you?”

“Mordred, M’Lady…” he mumbled, eyeing the wand with suspicion, Ophelia sighing softly, forcing a smile “what can I do for you, Mordred?”

“Pardon me, M’lady, but-... your arm… was that…”

“No.”

“But-”

“Definitely not.”

“I’m sure I saw-”

“You didn’t.”

“And heard….”

“Please don’t…” Ophelia begged quietly, Mordred’s eyes widening in realisation “you have magic…” he concluded, Ophelia sighing heavily as she pointed her wand at Mordred “I’m so sorry, I really am I and I hate this spell but you can’t know about this… you just-… can’t. I’m sorry. Ob-”

“I have magic!” he exclaimed, Ophelia frowning at him with confusion. Mordred quickly held his hand out, his eyes glowing briefly as he whispered some words and a flame lit in his palm, Ophelia’s eyes widening as she slowly lowered her wand. “Merlin’s Beard…” she mumbled, sighing in relief as Mordred frowned confused. “His what-now?” he asked, confused, closing his palm which extinguished the flame, Ophelia waving her hand mindlessly “nevermind. I’m guessing Arthur has no idea?” she asked with a smile, placing her wand back in her pocket as she turned her attention to the vial with the black liquid in it “n-no… and you?...”

“Oh, no. No one knows-”

“Not even Merlin?” his question made her halt, her head turning to look at him with narrowed eyes “what about him?”

“I know he has magic-”

“He doesn’t” Ophelia lied with a scoff, shaking her head “and he doesn’t know about me either, and I’d prefer it like that, thank you” she snapped, moving over to her potions set that was laid out on a table, placing the vial down on the wood before turning to face Mordred who smirked a little at her “it’s alright. I know-”

“What you ‘know’ is that I don’t have magic. Merlin doesn’t have magic and you, especially, don’t have magic. That’s the facts. Three years ago I wouldn’t have been, but now? Now I’m not above the Imperius curse, so you best remember that. Magic is outlawed. Punishable by death and despite how torturous it is to not be able to be who I truly am, it’s better than death” Ophelia scolded lightly before turning back to the table, picking the vial back up and examining it, swirling it around a little, watching the black liquid inside. It was almost sticky, thick, like honey. “I know Merlin has magic…”

“He doesn’t-”

“He’s known as Emrys amongst the Druids” Mordred continued, Ophelia slowly turning to look at him with a frown, Mordred’s smile long gone and Ophelia sighed heavily. “Please don’t say it out loud. I’m not ashamed. I will never be ashamed of who or what I am, or who he is, but being careful is the reason why all of us stay alive, not just us with magic, but those who know, too… Now, did you come here for a reason?” Ophelia asked much more softly, Mordred frowning a little “to introduce myself… the king said you spent most of your days here…”

“True. I’m working on some things at the moment, but mostly I’m focusing on my Bubble Bat gum… an invention of mine” Ophelia revealed with a shrug, smirking when she saw it catch Mordred’s attention. “How old are you, Mordred?”

“Nine and ten, M’lady-”

“Please don’t call me that, I really don’t like that title. Ophelia will work just fine, it did for my mother, unless I misbehaved” Ophelia added half-jokingly, Mordred feeling more at ease, even letting himself smile briefly at the statement “what’d she call you then?”

“‘Ophelia Agatha Smith!’” Ophelia imitated, Mordred chuckling with her as he approached when she waved him over. “So, your name is ‘Smith’?”

“For a time, yes.”

“What happened? Did you marry?”

“What? No! No, it’s-... complicated… I took my father’s last name when I was thirteen” Ophelia admitted and despite the shrug, Mordred could sense that she wanted to leave it at that, so instead he gestured to the black, honey-like liquid in the vial “what’s that?”

“GlumBumble treacle. That insect I was standing with? It’s a GlumBumble. They make this. A bit like honey, I guess. GlumBumble treacle is the antidote to that plant over there, the Alihotsy. I managed to find the GumBumble by luck and some of my plants have been replanted from ingredients like bulbs and sprigs, like the Alihotsy” Ophelia gestured to the green and red plant not too far away, standing amongst many other plants. In fact the entire room was almost packed with plants aside from all the books, like an inside garden. “What does that one do?” he asked, gesturing to the Alihotsy which made Ophelia smirk “that is also called the Hyena tree, though it’s not a tree yet, of course. It’s leaves can induce hysterical laughter” Ophelia admitted before turning back to the GumBumble treacly in the vial, studying it before nodding “it’s viable” she muttered, walking over to her potions kit and pulling out a drawer, placing it neatly along with some other vials “I’ll label it later” she hummed, turning to face Mordred with a smirk. She leaned against a nearby table, crossing her arms over her chest and tilted her head at Mordred.

Mordred continued to inspect the room with great interest, making Ophelia smirk even more “you can look around, you know” Ophelia spoke up, Mordred glancing at her nervously before giving a hesitant nod, looking around the room, even wandering a bit, inspecting the plants. “Are all these magical?”

“No, not all. Some are muggle plants but if they have any use in potions, I try to have them. I have the ones who appear normal out here. I haven’t found a spot for the others, though…” Ophelia admitted, Mordred reaching out to touch a purple flower, it’s head hanging from a long, leafy stem, amongst other purple flowers of the same kind, their leaves long and basal amongst the colourful flowers. “That is Foxglove. It’s also known as ‘Witches’ Fingers’ or ‘Goblin Gloves’. It’s highly poisonous” Ophelia mentioned casually, Mordred quickly retracting his hand before he could touch it, making her chuckle “if eaten” she added with a smirk. “What does it do?”

“It causes heart failure. But it can also be used for medicinal purposes. If treated properly, it can actually be used in medicine to do the opposite of what it usually does, instead of harming the heart, it can be used to help the heart” Ophelia revealed, Mordred giving her a shy smile “could you teach me?”

“About Foxglove?”

“All of it… all of these plants” he asked nervously, Ophelia smirking at him “of course. So long as no one knows about this. No one but Gaius or Merlin, do you understand? No one else can know the true nature of these plants” Ophelia stated sternly, Mordred giving an excited nod which made Ophelia chuckle.

“Alright. Let’s start with lavenders.”

“Lavenders?”

“Yes, lavenders.”

[lissomelle]

First Lines Fic Meme

Tagged in a first-lines-of-fic meme by the diabolical (and wonderful) @hmsharmony​!

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag however many people you like. If you have written fewer than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway!

Tagging: @morewonders​, @theopensea​, @spurlunk​, @bananaleaves, any other writers who want to do this 😘

There’s going to be a lot of WIPs here, lol — additional asterisk that anything unpublished is not set in stone. I have more in the drafts, but this is more than enough. (Telling myself I’m allowed to post because I’m actively working on most of these!!)

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1. untitled post-s2 fic — in-progress | Shadow & Bone (TV), Nikolai/Zoya/Alina/Mal + permutations

The shadow demon wakes him in the dead of night on the palace rooftop.

Or the edge of it, as it were. Shivering, palms smarting and feet bare against the crushed tiles as the wind tears at his thin shirt and trousers, Nikolai employs his years on the sea to swear profoundly.

Sleepwalking. Again.

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2. untitled canon divergence AU fic — in-progress | Shadow & Bone (TV), Alina/Mal

The first thing Alina learns in Ketterdam is that the Crows are proper criminals.

When Kaz isn’t dispensing alarming advice (“Preferable when the blood on your hands isn’t your own”); Inej isn’t sharing leads on honest work; and Jesper’s not eyeing a conquest, losing money, and recommending pleasure and leisure establishments like mayor of the city all at once — they’re a sleek, secretive unit. A deadly one, if the rumors are true. Their discretion doesn’t slip so much as deliberately lower when it might benefit to leave a fingerprint. A warning that they were there.

They know the city better than anyone, but more importantly, the city increasingly knows them.

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3. untitled post-canon fic — in-progress | Moon Knight (TV), Marc/Layla/Steven

Despite everything, two constants remain in Layla’s life:

One, Marc still disappears.

Two, most times, Steven’s there instead.

She doesn’t know how this works. Being good at math never prepared her for having half a husband or two husbands or just many, many shards of a man. Fractions don’t explain the way Marc and Steven will flow into each other now, quicksilver fast, just as they don’t explain why or when one will stay while the other leaves.

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4. untitled canon divergence AU fic — in-progress | Knives Out, Marta/Ransom

What’ll you do when I’m gone?

Marta had her fingers at his wrist, counting beats to measure his pulse. That’s not for a long time, Harlan. God willing.

You need an adventure. Go now, send me postcards and pictures. Crack open the bone and suck the marrow out of life!

You wouldn’t last a day.

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5. untitled canon divergence AU fic — in-progress | King of Scars, Zoya/Nikolai

In their record-breaking run of poor ideas, Zoya thinks, this has to be the worst.

Lying side by side, the space between them feels narrower by the moment.

“I would make you my queen because I want you.” In the dark of the cargo hold, Zoya can’t be sure of Nikolai’s expression but his words sound certain. “I want you all the time.”

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6. sanctity of our own devising (Mature) | King of Scars, Zoya/Nikolai

Sainthood is its own kind of death.

In the long, slanted hand of history, she is already being worn smooth, iconified yet also erased. Names rise and fall like snow in Ravka. Pure, cleansed by the storms that wrought them. Such is the way of Saints, bodies and humanity alike spent in the making of sanctity. Only one lives to rule a nation, scholars have begun to write.

Daughter of the Wind. Dragon Queen. Herald of a new age.

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7. Null and Void (Teen) | To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before, Lara Jean/Peter

The first note is easy.

Just the bottom of a clean sheet ripped out of his notebook and folded twice. Peter doesn’t even think before adding the heart and writing her name outside.

We’re gonna crush this, Covey. Trust.

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8. rhythms of unseen drums (Teen) | Black Panther, Nakia/T’Challa

When the world first spoke to Nakia, it chose to murmur.

She discovered early her aptitude for language, her mouth deftly forming words to fit their native shapes. Her teachers encouraged it, offered tomes and music from every country, which she drank up in greedy gulps until she could quote lines by Murakami and sing bars of Edith Piaf with equal ease.

The idea to leave home stayed buried, setting down spindly roots but never peeking above the soil. She thought and then quashed the idea of becoming a translator in the capital city one day; Wakanda’s borders were not hers to open.

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9. timbers we place by hand (Teen) | The Punisher, Frank/Karen

The front door won’t shut.

Less than a year of living in a doorman building, and the auto-lock for the entrance is useless because the goddamn door won’t shut all the way. Karen tries coaxing it into place, nudging and wriggling the doorjamb. No good. Sighing, she’s got the number for the front desk pulled up on her phone when the thought appears, unbidden, that this might have been the point. To catch her on the stoop, distracted.

She looks up sharply, sweeping her gaze from left to right and sliding a hand into her bag.

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10. The Hollows of Shells (Explicit) | The Scorpio Races, Puck/Sean

To no one’s surprise, Sean Kendrick steps across the threshold of the Connollys’ house so many times it isn’t long before he arrives to an extra place already set at the table and a worn groove in the ancient, battered sofa that fits around him.

Today, however, he stands on the front step, shifting from foot to foot. He has a strong urge to knock on the door even though it’s been months since Puck made an impatient noise and told him he could simply walk in. It feels like an old contract rendered null, the new terms uncertain now that he’s arrived with everything he owns in hand — scant though it is.

[sleepy82louih]

Why Our Idiot Son Fractured His Elbow – an MBTI Explanation

I saw a post on tumblr made by the amazing @louisandtheaquarian about why Louis went ahead and fractured his elbow based on his zodiac sign, which you can read here, and I was inspired, so I decided to make a post about why Louis fractured his elbow based on his Myers-Briggs Type Indicator.

DISCLAIMER! This post is based on my personal thought that Louis Tomlinson is ENTP – making his cognitive function go in the order of Ne Ti Fe Si – so you should keep that in mind, if you choose to proceed.

Alright, let's get into it!

Louis' Dominant cognitive function is Ne (Extraverted Intuition), followed by an Auxiliary Ti (Introverted Thinking), supported by a Tertiary Fe (Extraverted Feeling), and finished by an Inferior Si (Introverted Sensing).

Let's begin from the top. Ne, as a dominant function, acts as an idea-creating machine; It endlessly and relentlessly creates concepts, ideas, and connects all of them together. It takes the concepts from the outer world, creates connections, and makes up an idea. Ne doesn't really care what kind of idea it creates; They can go from a hundred percent rational to ten hundred percent insane. As long as this dot and that dot connect, Ne keeps on going.

It's probably Ne's fault that the idea of the footrace even took form – or any of the activities between Louis and his bandmates, really. Actually, take that a little further back, and you get to see why so many pranks took place during 1D days, all led by the one and only, Louis Tomlinson. Lemon is shoes? Insane, makes zero sense. Let's do it! Silly-string in the middle of a show? Absolutely ridiculous, execute! Screaming for God knows what reason? Bound to make you look a bit mad, tear those lungs apart!

(On a more positive note, this is probably where Louis' creativity comes from. And it shows in his lyric writing process. Ne just does not stop producing ideas.)

So, Ne has this brilliant idea of doing every race in the menu for the fun of it.

That's where Ti steps in.

Ti pulls the brakes on that a bit. Ti is probably the only thing that stops Louis from jumping off the stage and running into the crowd– well, almost. Ti is introverted, so it may be hard to see Louis as a logical person, but. Let me give you this example:

Ti is driven by something beyond like or dislike, love or hate, or the likes of that. Ti really doesn't care for morality upfront. If something sounds ridiculous to Ti, it will be called out instantly. Which is why Louis calls people out on their bullshit almost all the time. (And is why I think Louis is an ENTP and not an ENFP – if he was driven by Aux Fi, he wouldn't have opened a car door to call out a paparazzi for not doing his job while calling him a 'fucking loser'.) Because sometimes, what people say and do sounds and looks completely illogical to his inner logic.

Ti cares little for what other people think is logical. Ti is the reason why Louis is such a rule-breaker and had a knack for making Paul's life hell because none of those rules made sense to him, and so he dismissed them all. Being anything other than honest and straightforward makes little sense to him, thus he dismisses it, and calls people out without shame. He doesn't mean to be rude, which is why his harsher acts of utter sass are almost always followed by a semi-apology (courtesy of his Fe), he just has a personal set of logical rules and plays by them, not caring if they break the rules of the outer world.

His Ti entertains his Ne a lot, let's just say that.

So, Ne says footrace is a good idea. Ti thinks that it is safe, so it is a good idea. Ti also thinks that winning is very nice, sound logic, so there we have the competitive strike coming right up. Fe thinks that, since this is such a great idea, why not go and have fun with all these nice other people who will come with us, if I will it?

Ah yes, the Tommo charm. Ne's insane ideas, fool-proofed by Ti's watch, sound all nice and dandy, but only to a selected group of people who match his level of spontaneousness (like Zayn). So, what makes others tag along with his opinions, starting with his band agreeing to races and 1D boys basically rolling with whatever he did and said, and ending his fans being convinced that flipping him off is not actually rude?

Fe. Your answer is Fe.

Fe reads the room. Fe asserts what atmosphete people generate, what air they carry, and tries to shift it slightly around to match personal wishes. Fe is the one that cares what people think, instantaneously following up a harsh sass with a well-meant 'I'm joking!' to make sure no one is offended.

Fe also loves having people on board with itself. Fe is what gets others to agree with an idea, by making sure that they're comfortable with it. Louis is an extrovert, so he naturally enjoys being around other people, thrives on their attention and sharing moments with them. There's nothing better for fueling his energy than a group of people who agree to go with what he says.

So, Ne says footrace, Ti agrees, and Fe thinks that the more, the merrier. And then, Si.

... Si? Pssst... Where the heck is Si?

Ah yes, Si! Inferior, funny little Si. Inferior, funny, vastly ignored little Si by the very excited, very charged, very ruling Ne. So IGNORED, that this man mistook his broken ELBOW, for his WRIST.

sigh.

Si does two main things; One, it keeps track of inner body sensations. And two, it keeps track of past memories and experiences.

Si shows very loudly when Louis is calm, and is reviewing the past events. He talks very often about his past; from his experience in the band to his friendships to whatever nonsense his history teacher said when he was in school. Si (assisted by Ne) connects the past events and creates a picture of experiences and flashbacks, making sense of memories (Ti), and thus, leading to maturity.

But it's still inferior, it's subconscious. It works silently in the background, and, if overshadowed by Ne, it may go completely ignored.

So:

Ne comes up with insane ideas one after the other, making a long list,

Ti thinks them through, rules out the mad ones, keeps the ones it personally agrees with, regardless of what people say,

Fe knows what people say, but eventually gets them going with the ideas either way, all while working on getting them to like Louis as a person who deeply cares, despite the rough edges, which speeds up the process,

And Si is the tiny one who, in this chaos, gets confused and mistakes a broken elbow for a broken wrist, all the while being ignored by our dear, overexcited, competitive Louis as it tries to voice out past experiences that might've ended in similar disasters.

And it keeps being ignored as Louis forgets the sling and the poor, broken elbow completely after like three days.

This is why Louis, ENTP, thirty years old, originated from Donny itself, broke his elbow in an overexcited footrace just so he could win.

Thank you for coming to my TED Talk.

-Truly yours, Clair, a nerd

[kcals143]

staying with someone for the weekend and i know they’re gonna realise if i don’t eat dinner at theres… its okay ill fast before then and hopefully do one after too

[whatdoesshedotothem]

Wed[nesday] 26 October 1836

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No kiss fine morn[in]g and F[ahrenheit] 49° and out at 8 40/.. – Rob[er]t Mann + 4 low[erin]g in front of the h[ou]se and mak[in]g

(sink[in]g for) hall-cellar drain – Ingh[a]m + 2 men and a boy h[a]s tonight g[o]t the walls of the cross

arch up to the spring of the arch – Rob[er]t Schof[iel]d finish[e]d wall for the new court pillars to rest on –

his man Jos[e]ph w[i]th the gard[ene]r  mov[in]g soil etc. in the gard[e]n - 2 masons as yest[erday] at the west tow[e]r and 2

(Ja[me]s and Ab[raha]m) flagg[in]g und[e]r the serv[an]ts hall wind[ow]s and Ja[me]s cut one of the large ragst[one] n[ea]r the rock-bridge

in 2 - Mark Hepw[or]th levell[in]g aft[e]r the N[orth]g[a]te carts in front of the h[ou]se – h[a]d Mr. Husb[an]d

ab[ou]t the cross arch wind[ow]s etc br[eak]f[a]st at 9 1/2 - A- [Ann] d[i]d h[e]r Fr[en]ch - then h[a]d Mr. Husb[an]d ag[ai]n ab[ou]t the new gr[ea]t

r[oo]m and stabl[in]g at Mawson’s (Stump x Inn) - I propos[e]d an alterat[io]n in his plan that w[oul]d

ma[ke] the gr[ea]t r[oo]m m[u]ch bet[ter] proport[ione]d and handsomer - and to be wall[e]d a bricks’ length in thickness

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inst[ea]d of being ceiled off ag[ain]st the adjoin[in]g new r[oo]ms – propos[e]d carry[in]g the wall ov[e]r the stab[le]s and

c[oa]ch h[ou]se on arches - all this took till aft[e]r 11 - then off w[i]th Booth to Hilltop – Fletch[e]r the ten[an]t

there – exam[ine]d Mrs. Carter’s adjoin[in]g tenant[e]d by civil persons Mrs. Baxendale and her husb[an]d –

Mrs. B- [Baxendale] w[oul]d be gl[a]d to ha[ve] her out-door chang[e]d and then my new barn-wall might be set in

a line w[i]th Mrs. C-‘s [Carter] cot[tage] - set Mrs. B- [Baxendale] to Mrs. C- [Carter] to ask if she had any object[io]n - in

the meanwhi[le] Booth and Fletcher and I look[e]d r[ou]nd the new fence-wall[in]g well done by Ingham –

saw Mrs. Carter walk[in]g in h[e]r f[iel]d – spo[ke] to h[e]r – shew[e]d the fence part[l]y hedge part[l]y wall

that I [?] up and ta[ke] d[o]wn and replace w[i]th a good new wall, like the walls just done,

if Mrs. C- [Carter] h[a]d no object[io]n to my sett[in]g the wall 2ft. fr[om] the centre of the hedge, and if she w[oul]d

sell me wh[a]t mo[re] gr[ou]nd I might want a ft. or 2 farth[e]r int[o] her f[iel]d at a reasonab[le] price

then took to Hilltop – shew[e]d her the 2 propos[e]d lines of new barn-wall[in]g to the r[oa]d - in a line

w[i]th h[e]r cot[tage] or a lit[tle] farth[e]r b[a]ck - Mrs. C- [Carter] h[a]d no object[io]n to the form[e]r line, or to my

propos[e]d new fence wall and w[oul]d sell me the gr[ou]nd I want[e]d (perh[aps] 1000 y[ar]ds) b[u]t w[oul]d consult

her son Dan[ie]l - this ver[y] prop[e]r - I sh[oul]d be gl[a]d to ha[ve] his ans[we]r tomor[row] and wh[a]tev[e]r it might

be, it w[oul]d be right - all this took so long that I d[i]d n[o]t get away fr[om] Hilltop

till 3 40/.. - I h[a]d stop in go[in]g w[i]th Jos[e]ph Mann at the Trav[elle]rs’ Inn wat[e]r-drift whi[le] Booth

look[e]d ab[ou]t at Hipp[erholme] quarry – stopp[e]d ag[ai]n in ret[urnin]g, w[i]th Jos[e]ph M- [Mann] - and told h[i]m wh[a]t

I th[ou]ght w[oul]d be bet[ter] than the way ord[ere]d by Mr. Husb[an]d ab[ou]t convey[in]g the wat[e]r - the diff[eren]ce in exp[ense]

w[oul]d n[o]t be mo[re] than 40/. and A- [Ann] w[oul]d be secure ag[ain]st the waste of wat[e]r or anyone’s gett[in]g it

b[u]t her own peop[le] - the trough to supply the cot[tage]s being pit in the comb-tub place in front of

them alt[ere]d (enlarg[e]d) for the purp[ose] and made a sort of lock-up cellar - I h[a]d gone int[o] the

drift as I w[e]nt to Hilltop and ca[me] out a dirty fig[ure] b[u]t no matt[e]r - there will be 50 y[ar]ds

l[en]gth of drift that will stand full of wat[e]r damm[e]d up by the trough (20 y[ar]ds fr[om] the h[ou]se end)

in w[hi]ch the pipe is to be set - 50 y[ar]ds long x 2fr. 6in. high x 3ft.+ wide = say 50

cub[i]c y[ar]ds of wat[e]r to draw up[on] – en[ou]gh for the Inn and all A-‘s [Ann] adjoin[in]g cot[tage]s – ho[me] ab[ou]t

5 1/2 – loit[ere]d ab[ou]t - in the stab[le]s and in front of the h[ou]se and ca[me] in at 6 5/..- dress[e]d – din[ner] at 6 1/2 –

A- [Ann] r[ea]d Fr[en]ch – coff[ee] – h[a]d Oddy up - to go on Mon[day] and ret[ur]n to cook for us if we want her

on the go[in]g away of our pres[en]t temp[orar]y cook recomm[ende]d by Mr. Jubb – 1/2 asleep for 1/4 h[ou]r on

the sofa – Let[ter] 3 p[ages] and one end fr[om] M- [Mariana] Lawton she will co[me] for a week on the

2[n]d or 3[r]d of next m[on]th - her neph[ew] Duncan Milne to be marr[ie]d the 1st week in M[ar]ch

and sail the 1st week in June b[a]ck to India – no[te] by the post fr[om] Dr. Kenny H[alifa]x

1835 Dr. Kenny’s adv[an]ce to the late Mrs. Lister in Oct[obe]r one guinea        w[i]th Dr. Kenny’s

respects and condol[en]ce  Wards end Oct[obe]r 25 1836’ !!! h[a]d just writ[ten] all the ab[ov]e of

today at 11 p.m. at w[hi]ch h[ou]r F[ahrenheit] 47 1/2° fine day

 Hilltop.

Mrs. Carter

 Trav[elle]rs’ Inn wat[e]r drift etc.

vid[e] A-‘s [Ann] Journ[a]l

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TW: Cults, Child Abuse. Proceed with caution.

Name: Hwan Asahara (ファンに 朝原)

Special Titles: “Taiyo no Ōji” (太陽の王子) (Prince of the Sun.). Prophet. (預言者)

Age: 26.

Pronouns: He/Him. (In English.)

I Pronoun: Ore-Sama. (俺様), (a Pompous way of saying “My esteemed self”. Very arrogant.)

Sexuality: Gay.

Gender: Cis Guy.

Species: Claims to be a Kami. (Human.)

Disorders: CPTSD, BPD, Depression, Anorexia.

Active Addictions: Nicotine (Cigarettes).

Religion: Children of The Sun.

Job: Religious Leader.

Lives in: Okutama, Japan, 2024.

Languages: Japanese, English.

Height: 5’8”

Race: Asian.

Ethnicity: Japanese.

Accent: Yamanote.

Weapons: Sacrificial Knives.

Alignment: Lawful Evil.

Text Color: Purple.

Main Animal: Snakes.

Main Hobbies: Reading, Not much else.. He seems to not know much about what he likes.

Favorite Drinks: Black Coffee, Wine.

Favorite Fruits: Apples, Cherries, Pomegranate, Grapes.

Favorite Candies: Cherry Gum, Lollipops.

Favorite Meals: Shabushabu, Tako Sushi, Squid Ink Spaghetti.

Favorite Desserts: Black Forest Cake, Squid Ink Icecream.

Favorite Flower: Black Irises.

Scent: Rose Perfume, Blood.

Awareness: Not Aware. (Effect: None.)

Birthday: August 28th 1998. (Virgo, Tiger, AB.)

Theme:

Playlist:

Fun Facts: His religion is most definitely a cult.

Stimboard: LINK

Moodboard: LINK

Fashion Board: LINK

Comfort Objects: Prayer Beads.

Family:

Mura Asahara, Akane Asahara. (Parents.)

Yukimori Asahara, Kida Asahara. (Aunt and Uncle.)

Uru Nanamo. (Adoptive Brother.)

Keh Spo. (Half Brother.)

Atsu Kaigan. (Cousin.)

Friends: N/A.

Romance: N/A.

Enemies: Are, Kaguya, Hana, Odo, Lucy.

Patrons: Amaterasu. (Supposedly.)

Pets: Orochi. (大蛇) (Black Snake.)

Brief Personality: Hwan is a bit of a prick. Most humans who grew up in Okutama have the smarts to not anger or question the gods authority, or at least not out loud anyway. Hwan however has a god complex that could put even the goddess of Okutama herself to shame. He claims to be a “Kami”, however he doesn’t exactly have any worshippers, most if not all of his parents congregations left after the murder charges, leaving Hwan behind and trying to uphold a legacy that never quite existed.

Brief Backstory:

Hwan is one of the only children born to his parents. He grew up inside a religious cult and because he was related to both of the leaders he had special privileges most of the other children didn’t get. Him and his adoptive brother Uru were considered gifts from the gods. One coming from their parents and the other coming from chance.

Hwan like the other children was not treated well. While he did get a better treatment than them, he still had to endure the strange rules and punishments, his parents claimed this would train him for taking over the position with Uru.

However around the age of ten, his parents and subsequently most of the adults around him were arrested for murder, and he was put into foster care. During the time loop he was able to create a pretty substantial following to his parents religion, however once it stopped he was not able to build the same power and influence over people.

Hwan now that he is older, is very lost. He doesn’t quite know what to do with his life or what to do with his parents legacy. Everyone else has moved on but him and he doesn’t know how to cope with that.

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O której godzinie rozpoczyna się gala MMA 3?

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O której godzinie rozpoczyna się gala MMA 3?

Oto wszystko, co musisz wiedzieć o "Godzinie rozpoczęcia gali MMA 3":

"Godzina rozpoczęcia gali MMA 3" to wydarzenie sportowe, które przyciąga wielu fanów mieszanych sztuk walki (MMA) z całego świata. Organizowane są różne gale MMA, a ta konkretna edycja z pewnością przyciągnie uwagę miłośników tej dyscypliny sportu.

Ważną kwestią jest godzina rozpoczęcia wydarzenia. Dzięki temu fani wiedzą, kiedy mogą się spodziewać emocjonujących pojedynków i walk na ringu. Informacja dotycząca godziny rozpoczęcia jest kluczowa dla planowania swojego czasu i nastrojenia się na widowisko.

Gale MMA łączą w sobie sportową rywalizację, siłę, technikę oraz determinację zawodników. To widowisko, które potrafi wzbudzić silne emocje i zainteresowanie publiczności. Dlatego godzina rozpoczęcia jest tak istotna – fani chcą być przygotowani na emocjonujące pojedynki i zmagania sportowców.

"Godzina rozpoczęcia gali MMA 3" z pewnością przyczyni się do rozpalenia pasji i zainteresowania mieszanych sztuk walki. To wydarzenie, na które czekają zarówno doświadczeni fanatycy MMA, jak i ci, którzy dopiero zaczynają swoją przygodę z tą ekscytującą dyscypliną.

Podsumowując, godzina rozpoczęcia gali MMA 3 jest kluczową informacją dla wszystkich miłośników tej sportowej dyscypliny. Zanotujcie więc w swoich kalendarzach czas, kiedy rozpocznie się to pasjonujące wydarzenie!"

Harmonogram wydarzenia MMA 3 został ogłoszony, przyciągając uwagę fanów sztuk walki na całym świecie. Wydarzenie to obiecuje emocjonujące pojedynki oraz niezapomniane widowisko dla wszystkich miłośników sportów walki. W trzeciej edycji imprezy możemy spodziewać się starć pomiędzy najlepszymi zawodnikami MMA z różnych zakątków globu.

Główny pojedynek wieczoru zapowiada się niezwykle interesująco, stawiając naprzeciwko siebie dwóch utytułowanych fighterów, którzy zmierzą się w oktagonie, aby wyłonić prawdziwego mistrza. Dodatkowo, na karcie walk można spodziewać się wielu innych ciekawych starć, które zapewnią niezapomniane chwile dla wszystkich obecnych na hali oraz przed ekranami telewizorów.

Harmonogram wydarzenia MMA 3 obejmuje również specjalne pokazy umiejętności, konkursy dla publiczności oraz możliwość spotkania z gwiazdami MMA. Fani będą mieli okazję poznać zawodników bliżej, zdobyć autografy oraz zrobić pamiątkowe zdjęcia, co na pewno sprawi im ogromną radość.

Zaplanowane wydarzenie MMA 3 przyciągnie uwagę nie tylko doświadczonych kibiców, ale także tych, którzy dopiero zaczynają swoją przygodę ze sportami walki. To doskonała okazja, aby zakosztować emocji związanych z widowiskowymi pojedynkami oraz wsparcie dla ulubionych fighterów. Nie pozostaje nic innego, jak tylko zasiąść wygodnie i cieszyć się niezwykłym show, jakim jest MMA 3.

Rozkład turnieju MMA 3

Rozkład turnieju MMA 3 kontynuuje emocjonującą tradycję wydarzeń sportowych, które przyciągają uwagę fanów mieszanych sztuk walki na całym świecie. Turniej ten prezentuje najbardziej utalentowanych zawodników w walce na gołe pięści, zapewniając widowiskowe starcia i niezapomniane emocje dla publiczności.

W trzeciej edycji turnieju MMA 3 możemy spodziewać się jeszcze większej intensywności i zażartej rywalizacji. Zawodnicy, którzy przeszli selekcję i zakwalifikowali się do turnieju, przygotowują się do starcia na najwyższym poziomie. Każdy z nich ma szansę udowodnić swoje umiejętności i zdobyć miano najlepszego zawodnika w swojej kategorii wagowej.

Rozkład turnieju obejmuje kilka rund eliminacyjnych, które doprowadzą do finałowego starcia. Fani MMA będą mieli okazję śledzić pojedynki pełne pasji, determinacji i strategii. Intrygujące zestawienia zawodników gwarantują nieprzewidywalne wyniki i niespodzianki, co czyni ten turniej niezwykle atrakcyjnym dla kibiców.

MMA 3 to nie tylko walki na oktagonie, ale także emocjonujące przeżycia i niezapomniane chwile dla wszystkich pasjonatów sportów walki. Niezależnie od tego, czy jesteś fanem długotrwałych walk w parterze czy wymiany ciosów stojąc - turniej MMA 3 zapewnia coś dla każdego.

Zatem przygotuj się na ekscytującą dawkę sportowych emocji i zaplanuj swoje miejsce przed ekranem, aby śledzić najnowszą edycję turnieju MMA 3. To wydarzenie, które z pewnością nie zawiedzie oczekiwań żadnego fana sportów walki!

Niedawno odbyła się trzecia gala MMA, która przyciągnęła uwagę licznych fanów sportów walki. Schemat czasowy wydarzenia był starannie zaplanowany, aby zapewnić emocjonujące i pełne napięcia widowisko dla publiczności.

Pierwsza część gali rozpoczęła się o godzinie 18:00 i skupiała się głównie na walkach eliminacyjnych, które miały ustalić najsilniejszych zawodników w swoich kategoriach wagowych. Następnie o godzinie 20:00 rozpoczęła się ceremonia otwarcia, podczas której zawodnicy zostali przedstawieni publiczności, a także zaprezentowane zostały specjalne występy artystyczne.

Główne walki wieczoru rozpoczęły się o godzinie 21:00, kiedy to zawodnicy stanęli naprzeciw siebie w ringu, gotowi do zmierzenia się w bezpośredniej konfrontacji. Każda walka była starannie zaplanowana i trwała określoną liczbę rund, aby dać zawodnikom szansę na pokazanie swoich umiejętności i determinacji.

Po zakończeniu ostatniej walki, która miała miejsce około godziny 23:00, nastąpiła ceremonia wręczenia nagród, podczas której zwycięzcy otrzymali zasłużone wyróżnienia i gratulacje od organizatorów oraz publiczności.

Schemat czasowy gali MMA 3 był tak zaplanowany, aby zapewnić niezapomniane przeżycia zarówno zawodnikom, jak i widzom. Emocje, napięcie i rywalizacja towarzyszyły każdej walce, tworząc niepowtarzalny klimat sportowego widowiska, które na długo pozostanie w pamięci wszystkich uczestników.

O której godzinie zaczyna się gala MMA 3? To pytanie nurtuje fanów mieszanych sztuk walki, którzy nie mogą doczekać się tego ekscytującego wydarzenia. Gala MMA 3 zapowiada się niezwykle emocjonująco, z udziałem znakomitych zawodników i widowiskowych starć. Dla wszystkich pasjonatów sportów walki to niezwykle ważna data, która nie może umknąć żadnemu miłośnikowi MMA.

Zgodnie z planem organizatorów, gala MMA 3 rozpocznie się o godzinie 19:00. To właśnie o tej porze fani będą mogli zasiąść przed ekranami i zobaczyć walki na najwyższym poziomie. Początek wydarzenia zapowiada się jako niezapomniane widowisko, które przyciągnie uwagę fanów z całego kraju.

Warto dodać, że na gali MMA 3 pojawią się zarówno doświadczeni zawodnicy, jak i młode talenty, gotowe udowodnić swoje umiejętności na arenie. Każda walka będzie pełna napięcia i adrenaliny, dając widzom niezapomniane chwile sportowej rywalizacji.

Dla wszystkich miłośników MMA godzina rozpoczęcia gali to moment oczekiwany z niecierpliwością. To idealna okazja, aby przeżyć niezapomniane emocje i dopingować ulubionych zawodników. Gala MMA 3 obiecuje wiele, dlatego nie można przegapić tego wyjątkowego wydarzenia. Czekamy wspólnie na tę niezapomnianą walkę na najwyższym poziomie!

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Jakie były dzisiejsze wyniki meczów w Lidze Mistrzów?

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Jakie były dzisiejsze wyniki meczów w Lidze Mistrzów?

W minionym tygodniu odbyły się emocjonujące mecze półfinałowe Ligi Mistrzów. Po zaciętych starciach i pełnych napięcia momentach, znane są już drużyny, które zagrają o zwycięstwo w finale.

W pierwszym meczu półfinałowym FC Barcelona zmierzyła się z Realem Madryt. Po intensywnej walce na boisku, to drużyna z Barcelony wyszła zwycięsko, pokonując rywali wynikiem 2:1. Drugie starcie to starcie pomiędzy Bayernem Monachium a Liverpoolem. Bayern Monachium zdominował ten mecz, wygrywając z Liverpoolem 3:0.

Po tych wynikach znamy już finalistów Ligi Mistrzów w sezonie 2021/2022. W wielkim finale zmierzą się więc FC Barcelona oraz Bayern Monachium. Fani piłki nożnej z niecierpliwością czekają na tę wielką konfrontację, która odbędzie się niebawem.

Zwycięzca finału Ligi Mistrzów będzie mógł cieszyć się mianem najlepszej drużyny w Europie. Obydwie ekipy są znane ze swoich umiejętności i determinacji, dlatego spodziewać się można zaciętej walki na najwyższym poziomie. Która z drużyn zdobędzie prestiżowe trofeum? Tego dowiemy się już niedługo, ale jedno jest pewne - finał Ligi Mistrzów zapowiada się niezwykle pasjonująco.

Mecze LM rezultaty

Liga Mistrzów to prestiżowy turniej klubowy, w którym najlepsze drużyny piłkarskie z całej Europy rywalizują o tytuł najlepszej drużyny kontynentu. Mecze LM przyciągają uwagę milionów fanów piłki nożnej z całego świata i zawsze są pełne niespodzianek oraz emocji.

Rezultaty meczów Ligi Mistrzów często decydują o losach dalszych etapów turnieju i mogą być bardzo istotne dla drużyn biorących w nim udział. Zwycięstwo lub porażka w jednym spotkaniu może mieć ogromne znaczenie dla dalszego przebiegu rywalizacji.

Na stronach internetowych oraz w mediach społecznościowych można szybko sprawdzić rezultaty meczów LM. Wyniki każdego meczu są dokładnie opisane, z podaniem strzelców bramek, asyst oraz kartek. Dla fanów piłki nożnej, śledzenie wyników meczów LM to niezwykle ważna sprawa, dlatego informacje te są zawsze dostępne i aktualizowane na bieżąco.

Warto również podkreślić, że rezultaty meczów Ligi Mistrzów mają wpływ nie tylko na sam turniej, ale także na statystyki poszczególnych drużyn oraz graczy. Śledzenie wyników meczów LM to nie tylko emocjonujące doświadczenie dla fanów piłki nożnej, ale także ważne źródło informacji na temat aktualnej formy zespołów.

Wnioski można wyciągnąć z każdego meczu LM, a zastosowanie tych rezultatów może mieć znaczący wpływ na dalszy rozwój turnieju oraz karierę piłkarzy. Dlatego tak ważne jest dbanie o dokładność i aktualność informacji dotyczących wyników meczów Ligi Mistrzów.

Wyniki z meczów w 3. Lidze Mistrzów są ważnym źródłem informacji dla fanów futbolu na całym świecie. Dzisiejsze wyniki potwierdzają niesamowitą rywalizację i umiejętności zawodników biorących udział w tej prestiżowej lidze. Piłka nożna to sport, który potrafi zjednoczyć miliony ludzi i wywołać dużo emocji podczas każdego meczu.

Dzisiejsze wyniki w 3. Lidze Mistrzów mogą być zaskakujące, ale to właśnie one pokazują, że nie ma łatwych spotkań na tym poziomie. Zawodnicy muszą wykazać się nie tylko talentem, ale także determinacją i umiejętnościami taktycznymi, by zdobyć zwycięstwo dla swojej drużyny.

Kibice na całym świecie czekają z niecierpliwością na te wyniki, aby śledzić swoje ulubione zespoły i cieszyć się dobrą rozgrywką. Dzisiejsze mecze w 3. Lidze Mistrzów przynoszą wiele emocji i niezapomnianych momentów, które zostaną zapamiętane na długo.

Nie można przecenić znaczenia dzisiejszych wyników w 3. Lidze Mistrzów dla samej ligi, jej zespołów oraz wszystkich osób związanych z futbolem. To właśnie te wyniki tworzą historię tego sportu i sprawiają, że każdy mecz jest wyjątkowym wydarzeniem. Takie emocje można poczuć tylko podczas meczów w 3. Lidze Mistrzów.

W dzisiejszym artykule omówimy cztery popularne skróty używane podczas spotkań dotyczących zarządzania projektami. LM spotkania, czyli spotkania zarządzania projektem, są kluczowym elementem efektywnej współpracy zespołowej. Poznanie i zrozumienie tych skrótów może pomóc w efektywnym komunikowaniu się i zwiększeniu produktywności w trakcie spotkań.

Pierwszy skrót to "KPI" (Key Performance Indicator), czyli kluczowy wskaźnik efektywności. Służy on do monitorowania postępów w realizacji celów projektu i oceny jego skuteczności. KPI pozwala zespołowi projektowemu śledzić wskaźniki sukcesu i podejmować odpowiednie działania korygujące w razie potrzeby.

Kolejnym istotnym skrótem jest "MOM" (Minutes of Meeting), czyli protokół z spotkania. MOM zawiera zapisane informacje dotyczące omawianych tematów, podjętych decyzji i działań do podjęcia. Dzięki protokołowi z łatwością można przypomnieć sobie ustalenia z poprzednich spotkań i mieć jasny obraz działań do realizacji.

Następnie mamy skrót "RACI", który określa role i odpowiedzialności w zespole projektowym. RACI dzieli uczestników spotkania na osoby odpowiedzialne, zaangażowane, konsultowane i informowane w kontekście danego zadania. Pozwala to jasno określić, kto jest decydentem w danej kwestii i uniknąć nieporozumień.

Ostatnim skrótem, który warto poznać, jest "SWOT", czyli analiza mocnych i słabych stron, szans i zagrożeń. SWOT pomaga zespołowi projektowemu lepiej zrozumieć kontekst swojej działalności, identyfikując czynniki sprzyjające oraz potencjalne zagrożenia.

Pamiętaj, że znajomość tych skrótów może znacząco ułatwić i usprawnić procesy podczas spotkań zarządzania projektem, przyczyniając się do osiągnięcia lepszych rezultatów.

W dzisiejszym artykule omówimy pięć najbardziej emocjonujących meczów Ligi Mistrzów, które odbyły się w ostatnich dniach. Liga Mistrzów jest jednym z najbardziej prestiżowych turniejów piłkarskich na świecie, gromadząc najlepsze drużyny z całej Europy. Wyniki tych meczów mają ogromne znaczenie dla dalszego przebiegu turnieju i decydują o tym, które drużyny awansują do kolejnych rund.

Pierwszy z pięciu meczów przyniósł niespodziankę, gdy outsider pokonał jednego z faworytów turnieju wynikiem 2:1. Kolejne spotkanie było emocjonującym widowiskiem, zakończonym remisem 3:3 po zaciętej walce przez pełne 90 minut. Trzeci mecz przyniósł dominację jednej z drużyn, która pewnie zwyciężyła 4:0 nad swoim rywalem.

Niezwykle emocjonujące było czwarte starcie, które zakończyło się dopiero po rzutach karnych, po tym jak obie drużyny nie były w stanie strzelić bramki w regulaminowym czasie gry. Ostatni mecz zaskoczył wszystkich kibiców niesamowitą grą ofensywną i zakończył się wynikiem 5:2 dla jednej z ekip.

Mecze Ligi Mistrzów zawsze przynoszą wiele niespodzianek i emocji, które trzymają kibiców w napięciu do ostatniego gwizdka sędziego. Wyniki dzisiejszych spotkań potwierdzają, dlaczego Liga Mistrzów jest uznawana za jedną z najlepszych lig piłkarskich na świecie. Zaciekawieni fanatycy futbolu z niecierpliwością oczekują kolejnych meczów i emocji, jakie niosą ze sobą najlepsze drużyny z Europy.

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Metody wzrostu kapitału to istotny temat dla inwestorów, którzy pragną zwiększyć swoje zyski oraz osiągnąć sukces finansowy. Istnieje wiele różnych strategii i technik, które można zastosować w celu zwiększenia kapitału inwestycyjnego.

Jedną z podstawowych metod wzrostu kapitału jest regularne oszczędzanie i inwestowanie. Dzięki systematycznemu odkładaniu części swoich dochodów oraz inteligentnemu lokowaniu ich w odpowiednie aktywa finansowe, inwestor może stopniowo zwiększać swoje kapitał.

Kolejną popularną strategią wzrostu kapitału jest inwestowanie w akcje na giełdzie. Inwestycje w spółki notowane na rynkach kapitałowych mogą przynieść atrakcyjne stopy zwrotu, choć wiążą się również z większym ryzykiem. Dlatego przed podjęciem decyzji o zakupie akcji, ważne jest przeprowadzenie dokładnej analizy fundamentów danej spółki.

Inwestowanie w nieruchomości to kolejna skuteczna metoda wzrostu kapitału. Zakup mieszkania czy domu w atrakcyjnej lokalizacji i późniejsza ich wynajem może przynieść regularne dochody pasywne oraz wzrost wartości nieruchomości w dłuższej perspektywie czasowej.

Podsumowując, istnieje wiele skutecznych metod wzrostu kapitału, jednak kluczem do sukcesu jest odpowiednie planowanie, dywersyfikacja portfela inwestycyjnego oraz świadome podejmowanie decyzji inwestycyjnych. Przed podjęciem jakichkolwiek działań, zawsze warto skonsultować się z doświadczonym doradcą finansowym, aby dobrze zrozumieć ryzyko oraz potencjalne korzyści z wybranych strategii inwestycyjnych.

Optymalizacja strategii rozgrywki w grach to kluczowy element skutecznego osiągnięcia sukcesu. Niezależnie od tego, czy grasz w gry planszowe, karciane, wideo czy sportowe, dobrze przemyślana strategia może znacząco poprawić Twoje wyniki.

Jednym z kluczowych kroków podczas optymalizacji strategii rozgrywki jest analiza reguł gry oraz zrozumienie mechanik działania. Dzięki temu będziesz mógł doskonale wykorzystać dostępne zasoby i możliwości, minimalizując ryzyko popełnienia błędów.

Kolejnym istotnym aspektem jest obserwacja przeciwników. Poznanie ich strategii pozwoli Ci lepiej się do niej dostosować oraz przewidzieć ich ruchy. Pamiętaj jednak, aby nie skupiać się wyłącznie na przeciwnikach - równie istotne jest dbanie o własne cele i plany.

W trakcie optymalizacji strategii rozgrywki ważne jest także testowanie różnych podejść i eksperymentowanie z nowymi taktykami. Dzięki temu będziesz miał okazję znaleźć najbardziej efektywne rozwiązania, dostosowane do zmieniających się warunków gry.

Podsumowując, optymalizacja strategii rozgrywki wymaga systematycznej pracy, analizy oraz gotowości do dostosowywania się do zmieniającej się sytuacji. Pamiętaj o kreatywności i elastyczności - tylko w ten sposób osiągniesz sukces w różnorodnych grach i rywalizacjach.

Kierowanie bankrollem to kluczowy element skutecznego zarządzania finansami przy grze hazardowej. Bez odpowiedniego podejścia do zarządzania dostępnymi środkami, łatwo można stracić kontrolę nad wydatkami i wpadnąć w spiralę długów.

Pierwszym krokiem w kierowaniu bankrollem jest ustalenie budżetu przeznaczonego na grę. Niezależnie od tego, czy grasz w kasynie, zakładasz zakłady sportowe czy bierzesz udział w innych formach hazardu, ważne jest, aby nie przekraczać wyznaczonej kwoty. To pomoże uniknąć nieprzyjemnych niespodzianek finansowych.

Kolejnym ważnym aspektem jest zrozumienie ryzyka związanego z grą hazardową. Nawet najlepsi gracze mogą czasami ponieść straty. Dlatego też warto stosować zasadę ostrożności i nie inwestować wszystkich środków w jedną grę czy zakład.

Ważnym elementem kierowania bankrollem jest także dzielenie środków na mniejsze stawki. To pozwala zwiększyć szanse na długoterminowy sukces i minimalizuje ryzyko dużych strat.

Ostatecznie, pamiętaj, że hazard ma charakter rozrywkowy i nie powinien być traktowany jako sposób na szybkie wzbogacenie się. Kierowanie bankrollem to umiejętność, którą warto rozwijać i szlifować, aby cieszyć się hazardem odpowiedzialnie i bez zbędnego stresu finansowego.

Doskonalenie umiejętności hazardowych to proces, który może pomóc w poprawie wyników w grach losowych. Niezależnie od tego, czy grasz w pokera, blackjacka czy ruletkę, zawsze istnieje potrzeba doskonalenia swoich umiejętności, aby być bardziej skutecznym graczem. Istnieje wiele sposobów, aby doskonalić umiejętności hazardowe, które mogą pomóc w zwiększeniu szans na wygraną.

Jednym z kluczowych elementów doskonalenia umiejętności hazardowych jest regularne praktykowanie gry. Im więcej czasu poświęcisz na grę, tym lepiej zrozumiesz zasady i strategie, co może prowadzić do bardziej przemyślanych decyzji podczas rozgrywki. Ponadto, obserwowanie profesjonalnych graczy i analiza ich strategii może być również pomocne w doskonaleniu swoich umiejętności.

Kolejnym skutecznym sposobem na poprawę umiejętności hazardowych jest korzystanie z dostępnych zasobów edukacyjnych. Istnieje wiele książek, kursów online i poradników, które mogą dostarczyć cennych wskazówek dotyczących gry w kasynie. Poznanie różnych technik i strategii może pomóc w podnoszeniu swojego poziomu gry.

Warto również pamiętać o odpowiednim zarządzaniu finansami podczas gry. Nawet jeśli doskonale znasz zasady i strategie, nieprzewidziane straty mogą zepsuć Twoje plany. Dlatego ważne jest, aby ustalić sobie limit finansowy i trzymać się go podczas rozgrywki.

Wnioskiem jest to, że doskonalenie umiejętności hazardowych wymaga zaangażowania, praktyki i ciągłego rozwoju. Znajomość zasad gier, strategii oraz zdolność kontrolowania emocji podczas gry może znacząco poprawić wyniki i uczynić z Ciebie lepszego gracza hazardowego.

Wybór korzystnych gier kasynowych

Wybór odpowiednich gier kasynowych może stanowić kluczowy element przy poszukiwaniu najlepszej rozrywki hazardowej online. Istnieje wiele czynników, które należy wziąć pod uwagę, aby wybrać korzystne gry kasynowe. Przede wszystkim należy zwrócić uwagę na wysoki procent zwrotu dla gracza, czyli tzw. RTP (Return to Player). Im wyższy procent, tym lepsze szanse na wygraną.

Kolejnym istotnym aspektem jest wybór gier oferujących interesującą mechanikę rozgrywki. Gry z ciekawymi motywami, bonusami i funkcjami dodatkowymi mogą zapewnić bardziej ekscytujące doświadczenie hazardowe. Warto także sprawdzić opinie innych graczy oraz recenzje ekspertów, aby dowiedzieć się, które gry cieszą się największą popularnością i uznaniem.

Należy pamiętać o odpowiedzialnej grze i kontrolowaniu wydatków na hazard. Wybierając korzystne gry kasynowe, warto także zwrócić uwagę na dostępne metody płatności oraz bezpieczeństwo transakcji. Licencja kasyna online oraz zabezpieczenia techniczne są kluczowe dla zapewnienia uczciwej i bezpiecznej rozgrywki.

Wśród popularnych gier kasynowych, które często są uznawane za korzystne, znajdują się m.in. automaty do gry, ruletka, blackjack czy poker. Każda z tych gier ma swoje unikalne cechy i zasady, dlatego warto eksperymentować i znaleźć swoją ulubioną rozrywkę hazardową.

Podsumowując, wybór korzystnych gier kasynowych wymaga uwzględnienia wielu czynników, takich jak RTP, mechanika gry, opinie innych graczy oraz bezpieczeństwo transakcji. Znalezienie idealnej gry może zapewnić nie tylko emocjonującą zabawę, ale także szansę na atrakcyjne wygrane.

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Najlepszy Film Dramatyczny - artykuł

Kino jest sztuką, która potrafi poruszyć nasze emocje i przemyślenia. Filmy dramatyczne są jednym z gatunków filmowych, które potrafią najbardziej wciągnąć widza i zostawić w nim trwałe wrażenie. Istnieje wiele produkcji, które można uznać za najlepsze filmy dramatyczne ze względu na ich głębię, realizm i emocjonalne oddziaływanie.

Jeden z filmów, który zasługuje na miano "najlepszego filmu dramatycznego", to "Forrest Gump" w reżyserii Roberta Zemeckisa. Film ten opowiada historię chłopaka o niskim ilorazie inteligencji, który pomimo swoich ograniczeń osiąga wiele w życiu i staje się inspiracją dla innych. "Forrest Gump" porusza wiele trudnych tematów, takich jak wojna w Wietnamie czy miłość, ale robi to w sposób subtelny i poruszający.

Kolejnym arcydziełem kina dramatycznego jest "Skazani na Shawshank" w reżyserii Franka Darabonta. Film ten opowiada historię Andy'ego Dufresne'a, który zostaje niesłusznie skazany na dożywocie za zbrodnię, której nie popełnił. "Skazani na Shawshank" ukazuje siłę ludzkiej determinacji, przyjaźń i nadzieję, mimo przeciwności losu.

Filmy dramatyczne potrafią poruszyć widza głęboko i skłonić go do refleksji nad własnym życiem i decyzjami. Najlepsze produkcje tego gatunku potrafią zmienić nasze spojrzenie na świat i zainspirować nas do działania. Dlatego warto sięgnąć po "Forrest Gump" i "Skazani na Shawshank", aby doświadczyć niezwykłej podróży przez ludzkie emocje i los.

W kategorii aktorek drugoplanowych wiele gwiazd błyszczy na ekranie swoją niezwykłą obecnością i talentem. Jednak tylko jedna z nich może otrzymać tytuł "Najlepsza Aktorka Drugoplanowa". Ten zaszczytny tytuł honorowany jest aktorką, która wyróżnia się swoją wyjątkową grą aktorską, wnosząc niepowtarzalny wkład w każdą scenę, w której się pojawia.

Aby zdobyć tytuł "Najlepsza Aktorka Drugoplanowa", aktorka musi potrafić skutecznie przenieść emocje i głębię swojej postaci na ekran, sprawiając, że widzowie są całkowicie zaangażowani w historię. Wiele aktorek, które otrzymały tę nagrodę, zaskakują swoją wszechstronnością i umiejętnością dostosowania się do różnorodnych ról oraz gatunków filmowych.

Niezapomniane kreacje aktorek drugoplanowych mają moc poruszać widzów, pozostawiając trwały ślad w ich sercach i umysłach. Ich talent, oddanie oraz determinacja sprawiają, że ich postacie stają się niezapomnianym elementem filmowej historii.

Głosowanie na "Najlepszą Aktorkę Drugoplanową" to nie tylko wybór najbardziej utalentowanej aktorki, ale także docenienie jej pracy i wkładu w sztukę filmową. Jest to także okazja do uhonorowania aktorek, które za pomocą swoich wyjątkowych umiejętności potrafią sprawić, że każdy film staje się niezapomnianym przeżyciem dla widzów.

Wspierajmy i doceniajmy niezwykłe aktorki drugoplanowe, które wnoszą magię na ekran i inspirują nas swoim talentem!

Oscar dla Najlepszego Scenariusza Oryginalnego to jedno z najbardziej prestiżowych wyróżnień w świecie kinematografii. Nagroda ta przyznawana jest twórcom, którzy stworzyli najbardziej innowacyjne i oryginalne scenariusze filmowe. W historii kina wiele niesamowitych filmów zostało uhonorowanych tą nagrodą za wyjątkowe historie i genialne dialogi.

Tworzenie scenariusza oryginalnego to zadanie wymagające ogromnej kreatywności i talentu. Autorzy muszą wykreować niepowtarzalne postaci, przekonującą fabułę oraz niezapomniane dialogi, które zapadną widzom w pamięci na długo po zakończeniu seansu. Niezależnie od gatunku filmowego, scenariusz oryginalny odgrywa kluczową rolę w sukcesie produkcji filmowej.

Filmy laureatów Oscara za Najlepszy Scenariusz Oryginalny często stają się ikonami kina, inspirując kolejne pokolenia twórców do poszukiwania nowatorskich pomysłów i świeżych spojrzeń na rzeczywistość. Wyróżnienie to jest więc nie tylko uznanie dla konkretnych scenarzystów, ale także impuls do dalszego rozwoju sztuki filmowej.

Oscar dla Najlepszego Scenariusza Oryginalnego to zaszczyt, który motywuje autorów do ciągłego doskonalenia swoich umiejętności i poszukiwania nowych, interesujących pomysłów na opowieści filmowe. Dzięki takim nagrodom kina światowe mogą cieszyć się coraz to bardziej różnorodnym i fascynującym repertuarem filmowym, który nieustannie zaskakuje i inspiruje widzów na całym świecie.

Osiągnięcia w dziedzinie filmowej animacji zyskują coraz większe uznanie i popularność na całym świecie. W kategorii krótkometrażowych filmów animowanych wybór najlepszego z nich może być trudnym zadaniem, ze względu na wysoki poziom artystyczny i różnorodność inspiracji twórców. Niektóre z tych produkcji potrafią poruszyć głębokie emocje i przekazać istotne przesłanie, mimo swojej krótkiej formy.

Wyróżnienie "Najlepszego Krótkometrażowego Filmu Animowanego" to zaszczyt, który doceniają zarówno widzowie, jak i branża filmowa. Zwycięzcy w tej kategorii prezentują niezwykłą kreatywność, techniczną perfekcję i umiejętność opowiadania bogatych historii w skondensowanej formie. Ich prace są często doceniane na festiwalach filmowych i nagradzane za innowacyjne podejście do sztuki animacji.

Mistrzostwo twórców krótkometrażowych filmów animowanych pokazuje, że czasem to krótka forma może zawierać w sobie ogromną siłę przekazu artystycznego. Ich prace potrafią zachwycić widzów i zainspirować kolejne pokolenia filmowców do eksperymentowania z formą i treścią w animacji.

Dlatego też wybór "Najlepszego Krótkometrażowego Filmu Animowanego" to ważne wyróżnienie, które honoruje nie tylko konkretny film, ale całą branżę filmową i artystyczną. To manifestacja zasług twórców animacji krótkometrażowej, którzy swoją pracą udowadniają, że w krótkim czasie można opowiedzieć wielką historię.

Oto lista pięciu filmów nieanglojęzycznych, które zdobyły uznanie i zostały okrzyknięte jako najlepsze w swojej kategorii:

"Parasite" (2019) - Południowokoreański thriller komediowy, wyreżyserowany przez Bonga Joon-ho, który zdobył Oscara dla najlepszego filmu międzynarodowego oraz najlepszego filmu.

"Roma" (2018) - Meksykański film dramatyczny w reżyserii Alfonso Cuarón, nagrodzony Złotym Lwem na 75. MFF w Wenecji oraz trzema Oscarami, w tym za najlepszy film nieanglojęzyczny.

"Człowiek z żelaza" (1981) - Polski film w reżyserii Andrzeja Wajdy, który zdobył Złotą Palmę na 34. MFF w Cannes oraz Oscara dla najlepszego filmu nieanglojęzycznego.

"Nóż w wodzie" (1962) - Debiutancki film Romana Polańskiego, który został nominowany do Oscara dla najlepszego filmu nieanglojęzycznego.

"Zimna wojna" (2018) - Polsko-francusko-brytyjski romans w reżyserii Pawła Pawlikowskiego, nominowany do Oscara dla najlepszego filmu nieanglojęzycznego oraz nominowany do Złotej Palmy na 71. MFF w Cannes.

Te filmy są doskonałym przykładem kreatywności i różnorodności w kinematografii nieanglojęzycznej, które zasługują na uznanie i uwagę miłośników kina z całego świata.