#the red riding quartet

[ofyorkshire]

i’m a space invader 👽 // nineteen eighty-three x “moonage daydream”

[musical-failgirl-fight]

Round 2 Poll 3

Who is the most failgirl?

For Jane:

Scares the daylights out of everyone just by being herself. Also even when she knew who she was she canonically maimed a celebrity

For Rose:

Usually they say “if you embark upon a journey of revenge dig two graves” but in her case it’s more like nine graves, a broken camera, a broken space-time continuum, and a lifetime of madness. She has the rage.

[httpsserene]

𝖍𝖙𝖙𝖕𝖘𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖊’𝖘 1𝖐 𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖈𝖎𝖆𝖑 - 𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝖑𝖎𝖒𝖎𝖙𝖘

𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫: 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐭𝐡

summary: soiled, virgin!reader is well aware of her boyfriends’ desire to eat her alive, sorry, to eat her out. from the way they can’t resist drinking her wetness off their (or her own) fingers, to the way they can’t stop running their mouths about getting their mouths on you: they’ve made how desperate they are, very clear. for some reason, she can’t get past her mental block to allow them to feast between her legs, or to taste what’s between theirs. max figures she just needs a demonstration to quell her fears; charles is a more than willing participant. content warning: 18+ only. explicit. no penetrative sex. corruption kink. oral sex. multiple orgasms. implied overstimulation. rimming. fingering. thigh riding. handjobs mentioned. praise kink. dom/sub undertones. coming untouched. word count: 2.6k words pairing: charles leclerc / max verstappen x fem!black!reader soundtrack: super freaky girl • nicki minaj

preface: so...have your charles craving satisfied, but having reader's astral projection from max and charles' mouth will have to wait for tomorrow in the final episode. i know, i know, i'm cruel-but tbh last chapter is all reader focused and the "oral sex" for her plays more into that chapter so get ready for the longest chapter tomorrow, it's going to be a trip me thinks.

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max might drive for a team called Red Bull, but charles is the one stubborn like a bull. he’s chronically difficult and dramatic, and incredibly headstrong—but he folds like a lawn chair after hearing and being forced to watch max finger you to orgasm for three days straight. it doesn’t help that you seem to be completely oblivious as to how the older man is using you to break the monegasque down; you’re just eager to be back experiencing pleasure after your week long ban.

charles is playing COD with the quartet, he has to mute his mic so the boys don’t pick up on your screams from the room over when max makes you cum. charles comes back from running around monaco with andrea and, max has you splayed on the kitchen island while he rabbits his finger into you. the three of you are watching cars on the tv, and charles storms off to take his third cold shower of the day when max slips his hand under your blanket. seeing the state of his surroundings, it’s obvious why he breaks on day three.

it’s odd, because he caves and apologizes when you and max aren’t doing anything remotely sexual. 

the three of you have already eaten dinner, and max has been whispering in your ear the whole time before both of you clear your plates eagerly and sneak away—charles simply thought that this was max seducing you into having another round with his fingers. and putain, charles is going to have to apologize. he can admit his…wrongdoings to max if being able to touch you again is a reward, forget being allowed to cum again. it’s cruel and unusual punishment max had wordlessly instated when he doesn’t let charles touch you on top of not letting him cum. he bursts into the bedroom where you and max have closed yourselves in, expecting to see the dutchman with his hands between your legs as usual, but that’s not the case.

the two of you are sitting on the floor building a lego set. c'est quoi ce bordel (what the hell), charles may actually be going insane. max looks up at him from the floor, where you are sitting in his lap reading through the manual, with an annoying smirk—and charles is ready to drop his apology entirely. then you look at him: sweet smile spreading across your face for him, eyes brightening, and hand reaching out to pat the floor next to max for him to sit down with you. he loses his ire with the blonde and joins the two of you on the floor, humming excitedly when you show him the model for the ferrari 450, and presses a brief kiss to your cheek.

he watches as you open the first pack of lego blocks, and turns to look at max. the man’s cool blue eyes pierce his green ones, and charles feels like he already knows that his apology is imminent.

“i shouldn’t have,” the brunet pauses and licks his lips, “—shouldn’t have acted like a brat. i was being bad and i didn’t need to tease you. i’m sorry and i won’t do it again.”

the sound of you spilling the legos on the floor is comical, but charles sees how you freeze for a split second at his words, you’re processing the sexual dynamic he has with max and he’s far past being embarrassed over it. you, however, are completely new to this, and he sees how you keep your stare focused on the legos and he can imagine the blush rising to your warmed brown cheeks. 

max stares unmoving at the monegasque for a few more seconds, letting the nerves build up in charles to see him squirm, “you don’t have to lie, schatje. we both know you’ll be a brat again.”

said brat flushes, and mutters indignantly but doesn’t try to refute his claim.

“i think this is the fastest you’ve apologized to me,” max ponders, his hand coming up to play with a few of your curls as he plans his next plan of action, “and you’ve been so good for me. you haven’t complained about not being able to touch our pretty girl at all.”

your hands shake and scatter lego bricks at the man mentioning you, but he continues further, “and, i think that deserves a reward. maybe we can move her along to the next step at the same time too.”

charles nods fervently.

“would you like the honor of using her mouth and eating her out for the first time, charlie?”

“merde—of course i—“

“no.”

charles and max cease their conversation immediately, and look down at you. your face has shifted into an expression they haven’t seen in a while. the look in your eyes is guarded, your hands have wrapped around your waist hugging yourself as if you need to be protected, you’re chewing at your bottom lip anxiously—it’s all the two need to see to come to the conclusion that you are scared. the younger man looks at max and let’s him take the lead.

“okay, liefje. that’s completely fine,” max reassures, dropping his hand from your hair to rub soothingly along your back, “we won’t make you do anything that you don’t want to do, remember? can you at least tell us why, baby?”

you turn around in his lap and bury your face into his neck, muffling your words in his skin. charles tuts, and rests a hand on the back of your neck to pull you away from the dutchman’s neck.

“i…’s not gonna be good. for you guys, i mean..if you use your mouth on me. you don’t get anything out of it,” charles huffs disbelievingly, and max shushes him with a look, “and—and, it’s not like i need it either—it’s useless to do it when you can just stretch me out and fuck me. girls don’t need that. and, i’ve never…done oral stuff before,” max and charles know that already, you haven’t done anything besides what they’ve shown you, “so ‘m going to suck.”

“first of all,” max starts calmly, “it sounds like you’re repeating what somebody has said to you before—is that true?”

you offer a half shrug and a slight nod as a response. 

“well, whoever that was is a fucking idiot. liefje, we’ve given you our thighs and my hands and asked for nothing in return besides your orgasm. i can assure you we receive plenty of pleasure giving you pleasure. it’s not crazy of me to say that we’ll enjoy having our mouths on you more than you will,” max smiles lightly, “and—we’re well aware that we’re your firsts. we don’t mind, or hate that. we like that; we love teaching you how to please yourself and us, and you’ve been so quick at making us feel good. you didn’t suck at giving us handjobs, you just had to learn how to. there’s a learning curve, baby, and you are way ahead of it.”

you shift shyly in max’s lap, still timid and unsure of the idea of oral sex, and he thinks of a compromise, “what if i show you how good i can make you feel with my mouth? will you think about trying it out after that?”

charles looks at max in question, but the blonde is to busy staring at you for your answer to pay charles any attention. 

“y-yes, i will think about it.”

the older man hums thankfully, and presses his lips to yours briefly before turning to the brunet who’s put away the lego pieces. 

“charles,” max’s voice has dropped, the commanding tone slipping in seamlessly, “get on the bed.”

charles can’t recall how he ended up naked on the bed with max between his legs sucking hickeys into his neck and you by his side monopolizing his lips. he’s burning up already, sweat gathering along his hairline and his hands shaking at his side, unsure as to where to grab for purchase. you reach out and interlock your fingers with his, holding his hand sweetly as you allow him to bruise your lips in the filthiest of manners. max has just finished painting his collarbone with pretty shades of pink and red, and drops to his chest to toy with his nipples.

charles breaks away from your mouth and whines brokenly at the scratch of max’s teeth on his sensitive chest. he pushes his into and away from the older man’s mouth, unsure if he wants more or less of the overwhelming touch, and max decides for him. he continues down charles’ torso giving his chest a break and he bites, licks, nips, kisses at his defined abdomen. the monegasque has definition in places max doesn’t and he loves it. he laughs quietly at the feeling of charles’ abs jumping underneath his skin, and moves to make a mess of the man’s hip bones and v-line. he spends several minutes sucking the harshest of marks into the dip of his waist and jut of his hips, pressing over them with his thumbs just to hear charles choke and whimper at the soreness. 

max shifts downwards, pulling the pretty boy’s legs apart to rest on his shoulders. he feels more than sees charles’ thighs begin to shake in anticipation—his eyes are more focused on the mouthwatering sight of charles’ cock pulsing from where it rests on his navel.

max completely avoids brushing his lips on or around charles’ painfully red, throbbing length. his tongue moves lower.

the monegasque gasps, shuddering dramatically as his eyes roll back. alarmed at his reaction, your eyes fly down to look at max, and you gasp along with charles. when max said he’d show you how good he could make you feel, you thought that meant he’d give charles a blowjob. not that he’d be eating charles out. but, who are you to complain, especially if charles looks like he’s just astrally projected onto another plane of mental enlightenment at max’s talented mouth. 

the younger man’s free hand struggles downward to tug at max’s hair to make sure he stays firmly pressed against him, and charles wildly begins to roll his hips downward to try and get max’s tongue deeper. max grunts in dissent, and he splays his forearm across the burnet’s abdomen to pin his hips to the bed. you can’t tell who moans louder at max’s strength—you or charles. the dutchman makes eye contact with you from in between charles legs—you can see his jaw working furiously—and he winks at you, before he closes his eyes and devotes his full attention to charles' ass.

you need to learn how to shut up and say yes to anything max tries to get you to do—you could’ve been in the monegasque’s place right now. 

charles’ cock looks painful, like it’s more of a hindrance than a pleasure at the moment. you drag your hand down his torso to wrap around his dick—but it’s knocked away by max, who pulls his head from in between charles’ legs (who cries out angrily).

“oh, he doesn’t need any help cumming,” max offers, a smirk spreading across his lips at charles’ humiliated noises, and buries himself back down. 

charles really didn’t need the help, because less than thirty seconds later, he cums. it’s the prettiest sight, you’ve seen so far. charles’ orgasm should be framed in an art museum—he looks like a god, his face tightening before it loosens, muscles lax, and mouth wide open. he doesn’t moan, he cries out, in shuddering breaths like he’s trying to breathe but failing, the pleasure too much for him to handle. his cum sprays in waves against his abdomen, and it’s a healthy amount—is it because he hasn’t cum in a while, or is this a usual occurrence? you can’t wait to find out. 

you swipe a finger to collect some of his release to taste, but max steals it—grabbing your hand and sucking it off himself with a moan. you pout, and he laughs, shimmying himself to the side to allow you space to slip between charles’ limp legs. 

max wipes his mouth with the back of his hand as he pants, and says to you, “lick it off from down here—it gives him a prettier view of you.”

you whimper, but do as max says. stretching upwards to trace your tongue along charles’ abdomen, eagerly swallowing down every line of cum you pass across. the monegasque moans throatily at the sight of your wide eyes and pink tongue, his eyes flickering to max who looks proud. you pull away when you’ve cleaned everything off his torso, and turn towards max for further instruction. 

he kisses you—and the two of you exchange the taste of charles through your tongues. you hear charles’ head fall backwards and knock against the headboard.

max pulls away once he deems your mouth emptied of charles, and looks at the ruined man, “oh? liefje, i think you’ve missed a spot—right there.”

you look to where max is directing you, and he’s right, you have missed a spot. there’s bead of cum running down the head of charles’ cock that you haven’t cleaned away. so, you lean down and suckle it away gently. charles whimpers highly, and max sees his hips buckling upward and presses them down before he thrusts against your mouth.

“i think you missed a little bit more, liefje. you should lick all of him clean just to make sure.”

you shift anxiously, flicking your eyes up to charles who’s staring at you with glazed eyes as he nods in agreement with max’s words.

that’s all it takes for you to drool over the monegasque’s dick like you haven’t had a meal in days, hungrily swiping your tongue along his length, moaning depravedly. you even find yourself going ahead and sucking the charles’ cock into your mouth, humming sweetly at the weight resting on your tongue. 

“t-too much!” charles gasps, hips twitching under max’s hand.

“be good, schatje. she only wants to taste you a little more.”

max rests his hand on the back of your head, and it guides you a little lower, more of charles’ length sliding into your mouth. you pant around him, thighs pressing together to try and address your own arousal as you sloppy bob your head on his dick. the dutchman lowers himself down again, slipping alongside you and pressing his mouth against the lower half you don’t have in your mouth, his own tongue tracing along charles’ underside.

“merde, i’m going to cum again,” charles whines desperately.

max shifts lower again to suck his balls into his mouth and brings a hand up to press at charles’ hole. the hand on the back of your head pulls you away quick enough to avoid having you choke on charles’ cum, but his release splatters on the lower half of your face. it paints your lips, chin, and jaw, hot, thick, and creamy.

the two men stare at you in awe, and charles acts first. he pulls you up the bed, and presses your lips together to share his cum between the two of you. max clears his throat when charles tongues the last drip of cum on your jawline, “well—you’ve had time to think about it. can we eat your pretty pussy now?”

“c-can you put a towel down,” you murmur from where charles has tucked your head under his chin, “i don’t want to get the bed wet again.”

charles’ laugh echoes through your chest as max leaps up to run and get a towel like you asked, “mon ange—whether or not we put down the towel; max and i are going to make you cum so much, we’ll have to throw away the bed sheets.”

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[slippinninque]

✨A Different Perspective ✨

Fontaine x Reader

Warnings: cursing, reader has a bad friend, something a bit different from me lmao, reader's nickname is Lil'Bit, before-work-fic so might have some errors lol

Tatianna had him eating out the palm of her hand. She caught his eye wandering more than once, when she jammed to her favorite song or pulled down her dress from where it was riding up.

She laughed at what Big Moss had to say, putting herself close to Fontaine so they would brush against one another whenever the crowd surged. More than once she used his shoulders or forearm to steady herself, flashing him a grateful smile.

This close, Tatianna knew that he liked what he saw. Compared to some of the other girls he rocked with, none of them could compare. Not that Lil’Bit wasn’t cute, but what did Miss. New York say? Goregous devours cute.

Once the night was over, and once Tatianna went home with him—she will find a way to make it up to Lil’Bit before breaking up with her and the other girls.

She sighed as she recalled the last conversation she had with the others when they cornered her after seeing her with Fontaine.

“A dope boy and a lil’ librarian ain’t going to mix.” Tatianna said patiently, “I’m just helpin’ her out to see. Saving everyone’s time.”

"You’re embarrassing yourself"

“Listen, don't even trip over this. Tati, girl, just...chill and we won’t even tell Lil’Bit. Ain’t gonna matter anyway—you know that.”

"Whatever. Do what you want—don’t come lookin’ for us when yo’ raggedy ass needs a ride home.”

Tatianna put away her lip-gloss with a sigh, head shaking.

If they didn’t understand Tatianna’s reasoning, then it was more proof that it was time to move along anyway. They were too grown to keep quoting those little ‘girl codes’ at her. Tatianna didn’t have to follow any code that wasn’t going to give her what she wanted.

Lil’Bit wasn’t woman enough to close the deal with ‘Taine but Tati was. No little ‘are-they-aren’t-they?’ was going to stop her.

Blowing a kiss to herself in the mirror, it was time to go out and finish out strong. She left the restroom and went back into the mix.

The stank glares and uppity side-eyes were well worth it. It was only confirmation that Tati was looking as good as she felt.

Tatianna could have the whole party if she wanted. Her body was banging and she could snatch a man with less than a sentence. Lil’Bit’s sugar sweet self was playing out of her league. It was a mercy to rip the band-aid off.

A quick scan of the crowd made her frown. Tatianna went further, scanning the bar and checking out the darkened corners. She gently batted away the homies who couldn’t hold to her and circled the function twice more.

Her mood soured as she realized Fontaine was no where to be found.

Narrowing her eyes at the duo across the room, Tatianna nearly stormed to them. The other half of this little-girl quartet that they’ve hung onto since college. Lina’s tall ass openly grinned with devilish red lips as Grace poorly hid hers into her cup, adorned nails clinking teasingly along the rim as she tried to ignore Tatianna.

She stepped in front of her and hissed, “What did ya’ll do?”

“I’d check your tone, we ain't been cool since we got out the restroom.” Grace pressed closer to her girl, echoing Lina’s mirthful expression, “We don’t know anyway.”

Tatianna sucked her teeth and looked expectantly at Lina who only shrugged, eyes going over her head and taking another sip. It did burn a little. Lina was often the neutral one that Tatianna could gain some understanding from—but of course it would be different now that it was about Lil' Miss. Perfect.

“So y'all ain’t say nothing to Fontaine?”

“What the fuck would I have to say to that man? I ain’t even know you were gonna be here, let alone him. I ain’t that nigga’s keeper…”

Tatianna flushed with building anger and her teeth gritted as she snapped at the bustling bartender for a drink. She could barely think straight so the matching, knowing grins between her acquaintances were lost to her.

There was one face that kept popping up, though. She refused to be bested…

“Is Lil’Bit here, then?”

“Haven’t seen her either.” Grace shrugged, “But if she was, you should already know what time it is.”

“I ain’t worried—you should know that.”

Lina finally cracked, laughing and shaking her head, “Imma tell you what, it’s crazy that ‘Bit’s been sparing yo’ ass for so long.”

“Sparing me? Girl, you’re outta your mind--!”

She was cut off by the bartender presenting her with her vodka, straight. Tatianna sighed. There was no reason for her to even argue. They would never be on her side, anyway.

Tatianna had to get what she wanted. If it meant a stealing away a few toys that weren’t hers, so be it. If it called for leaving out undesirables to achieve her aesthetic, so be it.

Fontaine was different, though. He was who Tatianna was meant for. What could he possible do with someone like Lil’Bit?

“Look at them gears turning in that head.”

Tatianna glared at Grace and was about to tell her where she could shove her drink when the flash of a familiar jacket caught her eye.

Her heard thudded as Fontaine’s eyes caught onto hers, his stride now purposeful as he came toward them. Had he seen her looking for him? Was he looking for her too.

Fontaine tossed something up in the air. It sailed over Tatianna’s head and Lina caught it with a surprised noise.

“ ‘Bit spilled a bit on her dress. ‘M gonna take her back real quick to change.”

Tatianna was stunned. She caught a glimpse of a familiar smiley-face key chain as Lina tucked Lil’Bit’s car keys into her jacket. Fontaine guesture to Tatianna drew her attention and she watched him began to back away.

“She said one of ya’ll gotta give ol’ girl a ride home.”

Tatianna bit the inside of her cheek, staring into Fontaine’s face despite his completely looking over her.

Ol'girl? He can't be fucking serious....

“Tell Big Bit we got it handled” Grace nodded with glee visible on her face, “Matter ‘fact, I’ll text her myself. Drive safe!”

“See ya’ll when you come back.” Lina sing-songed as she whipped her phone out.

Fontaine nodded and when he turned to leave, Tatianna blurted out, “Tell her I said...thank...you…”

He had walked off as soon her mouth opened and it was doubtful he even heard what she said over the music. Lina was bent at the waist, laughing her ass off while Grace looked at Tatianna as if to say there you have it!

Taking her drink, Tatianna turned and stalked away.

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Tatianna followed Fontaine out the function am but lost him soon after getting through the packed entrance.

There was an overflow of people who preferred the cool air to the stuffy vibes on the inside, but remained just as lively.

Her ears perked at the sound of Fontaine's voice among the crowd, your words lost to her as she crept around to the near deserted back parking lot. Tatianna peeked just enough around the brick to see Fontaine setting you up onto the trunk of his car.

You said something beneath the furious buzzing in her ears. Reaching out and scratching at Fontaine's chin while he kneaded your thighs in that plain-jane ass skirt you loved.

Fontaine grunted as he leaned closer, “Don’t mean shit to me—she don’t act like she’s yo’ friend…”

“It's my fault, she called dibs on you just after we met, I should have said something... "

Tatianna flushed cold. Fontaine’s mumble made you laugh, a breathless noise she never heard you make.

“I don’t give a fuck 'bout no dibs.” Fontaine was all growls now, pressing forward and then pressing a heated kiss to your lips. Your hands scrambled along the green of this Pontiac as you squeaked something out Tatianna, again, couldn’t understand.

“I know all I need to know 'bout that chick but back to you. Wearin’ this shit around me like you don’t know no better—keep them pretty eyes open while I'm talkin' to you...”

"I thought you liked my skirt? You sure a little librarian is enough for you?"

The mimic of Tatianna’s own words made her head spin. How long had you known? How long had Fontaine known?

Your laugh crinkled between a moan as Fontaine went to your neck, hands at your waist to pull you closer to him.

“Sure as fuck,” Fontaine snapped, “Aint little no fuckin' where, Big Bit. You're my woman. Say it.”

“But you said--

Tatianna flinched at how quick Fontaine took hold of your face. Where she would have probably started going off, you only grinned at him as if he finally gave up the candy you wanted.

“Don’t play with me, pretty. I’m tryin’ to be patient, you deserve patient. I ain’t gonna entertain that bold-ass lil’ friend of yours, though. This is the last week. Next Friday, everyone better know who you with. They better know ‘bout me.”

He then leaned in, latching back onto your neck and making you whine despite the blissed out smile on your face, “Okay, okay don’t eat me!”

“Say. It.”

He hadn’t let your face go and Tatianna turned away from your giggly echo. Shock numbing her as she recalled the last few weeks. Where had she gone wrong?

Tatianna pushed away the immediate thoughts of all the crushes and beaus she effortlessly swipped out from beneath you. Pretending that it only her duty as a friend to make sure your suitors were genuine, that she couldn't see the hurt in your face.

Tatianna stopped in the shadows of the entrance, ignoring the hopeful once overs being aimed her way. She couldn't bare to go back inside empty handed and one-upped but...she did need a ride.

Her eyes caught with an option who had some nice looking braids, but her heart wasn't in the wink she tossed him.

Maybe once she saw the bottom of her cup, then it would be easier to make a choice.

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[bluegalaxy7]

Let's have a talk about Reinhard Heydrich in his early years and in the navy.

He was born on 7 March 1904. The first son and the second born child had an elder sister Maria and a younger brother Heinz. His father and mother were music teachers so music education was important to them. Reinhard was able to play the violin when he was 6. He was a stubborn kid and not easy to deal with. His relationship with his sister was complicated. Some said he had brain inflammation as a baby but I am not sure. The mother Elizabeth Maria Krantz was a strict , cold mother Reinhard loved her deeply but she didn't return the love. As a boy Reinhard wanted attention and love but he didn't seem to get what he wanted.

For example he climbed over the school's roof ( he might have broken his neck ) to show his bravery. Anti semitism was high at that time and he was thought to be Jewish so he was bullied endlessly ( this rumor stuck even after his death !). His voice was high pitched and nasal and his laugh was strange so he was called : Isi = Isidor , goat and the white Mose

This one is a bit suspicious but : his mother called him ugly ? Preferred his sister ( his childhood friend said this one ) his sister thing was a big deal : after his knew that his first born child was a boy he said : Thank God it's a boy thus he won't bossy his brothers and sisters around

After WW1 defeat and the revolutions Heydrich joined the Freikorps he didn't see much action but he worked to restore the order

In school he excelled in many subjects and had some love for Chemistry and thought to be a Chemist but after getting his HS diploma he went to the navy this decision might come as a surprise but let's consider some points : his family lost all it's savings and the conservatory was deteriorating no one had money to spend on music education so it might be difficult to go to university. The sea devil Von Luckner was a family friend and he enjoyed his stories a lot and read his book. Also from my pov Reinhard did love the sea. He spent his holidays before WW1 in a summer home by the sea with his family. It might also refer to his longing for adventures proving himself and his desire to escape. In 1937 as a late honeymoon he took his wife and went on a cruise ship for a month to Spain and other countries. Also the image of the popular navy officer might have appealed to him. Prestige and image are important for an 18 year old boy. All in all he became an officer cadet.

The bullying stopped ? Haha NO

- Jewish

- sensitive and delicate

- his voice and laugh

He didn't respond to any of this but got visibly angry ( his face turned red but did nothing) his only close associate said that Reinhard was on a vacation and went to Halle ( his town) someone said to him : look young Isi in a navy uniform and Heydrich did nothing so the friend considered him without honor ( how ? Why ? Idk)

He used to resort to his only friend the violin when it was too much and that earned him more teasing. An officer found it amusing to wake him up and order him to play Toselli serenade until he was satisfied. And Heydrich hated this beautiful piece for the rest of his life. But all this didn't stop his STRIVE FOR PERFECTION it fueled it more and more. In his free time he practiced rowing, swimming and horse riding. He achieved some recognition and took medals. That's part of the reason why he always insisted on the "work on yourself". After 2 years he finished his training and became a first lieutenant.

His relationship with women

Some said that he was a womanizer and had many liver etc but no confirmation. But he was well liked overall by the old ladies as he was too polite and well mannered. With the young because he had some charm.

He met Canaris on cruiser Berlin and they formed a friendship as Canaris wanted to reconcile with his wife Erika and she was a musician and had a string quartet and needed a violinist. Then tarararaa the young talented violinist had a place in this cruel world 😂 . Canaris was a nationalist and back then saw Hitler as a possible solution for the corrupted Deutschland so he told Heydrich about these views probably ( Heydrich was a nationalist too but considered them as the corporal Hitler and the lame Goebbels*Heydrich BEHAVE YOU CAN'T INSULT DER DOKTOR LIKE THIS )

He didn't ever consider leaving the navy. Maybe he saw it as retreating or cowardice.

At a ball he met the beautiful ( other colleagues of his saw her as such this is not my opinion) Lina von Osten danced together then escorted her to her dorm and invited her to another date. He played the violin in front of her which moved her instantly and told her about his family she didn't see him as a lover but a comrade , a friend and he was much more. In the forth date he proposed to het she was 19 and had many doubts like : he didn't know anything about her family or her father and he is a distinguished naval officer he must seek better match and there might be some regulations but he sort all of this and said I don't want to marry your father but I don't mind taking you as my wife ( I find this soo funny)

He visited her family and they agreed to give him their daughter. Everything went smoothly UNTIL .......

[fountainpenguin]

Liveblogging Grian's Session 3 Secret Life POV:

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Grian, who is now soulbound to Joel, rushes over and pines for him in a needy way. Joel brushes him off because "One second, I'm bonding." Grian: "I might need you to un-bond. Joel..."

Joel really did take one look at Grian's task and immediately throw himself off a cliff so Grian took damage.

Grian adopts the role of Joel's bodyguard.

Joel runs to his wife who calls Grian creepy. Joel and Lizzie start fighting and Grian just stands there like "... Aren't you married?"

Scar asks Joel to undress in front of him and Grian screeches.

This all happens within 5 minutes.

Grian: "I'll be a good friend and just shut up."

Joel left Grian to his own devices and he immediately went home and burned down his staircase base.

Me, still playing the video while typing this liveblog: "Lol, I know this isn't the vibe, but you could spin this around and interpret it like he's lonely and wants to move in with Joel." Grian, immediately: "My house is on fire, Joel! Now I can move in with you! <3"

sldkfj the irony of Grian saying "I don't want to be friends with Tim; I did that last time" (Bad Boys in Limited Life) while hanging out with Joel, the other Bad Boy.

Joel: "I might just re-roll for a hard task. For one thing, if I fail and lose 10 hearts, then you lose them too-" Grian: "WHAAAAT???"

Joel chilling and watching Grian fight a zombie: "Protect me Grian."

Jimmy: "He seems to be following Joel around a lot." Grian, dying inside: "We're not that close."

sdkjflh Grian mocking Mumbo like "How can you be so into cars and not know how to drive a camel? It's only a few letters' difference!"

I love Grian and Mumbo crawling and Grian turns around and kicks Mumbo in the face like "Can you feel the Feather Falling IV on those babies?"

I've only seen Tango's and half of Grian's POVs so far, but I'm guessing Mumbo's task isn't necessarily to kill the camel, but to prevent Scar from riding the camel? That's hilarious. Can't argue with the logic that Scar cannot ride a dead camel.

Obsessed with Joel and Grian standing under the cherry tree as the blossoms fall around them and Grian's like "My best friend!" and Joel just leans in and says "I demand your heart."

Grian: "... Maybe we should go somewhere more private for that? Your wife is right there." sldkfj

I appreciate Joel towering up while Grian starts screaming that the Yellows are coming and he needs to keep going higher, all while Martyn is trying to scramble up to him. I presume the rule is that if you're calling someone out on their task, you have to do it face to face, so you can avoid this by running away? That's hilarious.

Joel looks so comfy in his hoodie skin. Good for him.

Grian, chasing endermen and trying to hit them with boats: "Not even this enderman wants to be my friend!!"

Grian: "I have an idea. If I want friends, I have to make my base friend-shaped."

Cracking up at everyone in the courthouse getting jumpscared by the dramatic music sting. Grian cackling and clapping down one hand like "I lay down the rules in this server!"

I feel like we can definitely run with Scar watching Mumbo face the Secretkeeper, which puffs out its little red dust clouds, and muttering to Grian: "I just had a vision of Mumbo's eyes turning red for a second." </3

sldkjf Scott's task being to get people to say "Love you" back to him. He starts listing off people who said it back, then says "Pearl didn't say it back." The divorce quartet drama continues.

Grian: "I've got Feather Falling IV! Watch this!" /takes fall damage.

Wheezing at Grian watching BigB run off like "I don't know game BigB's playing, but it's not Secret Life."

Session 3 Grian POV <3

[yourwizardofaus]

Elvis And Linda Thompson

Elvis’ entourage could be impenetrable, exclusive and cliquish, but the one girlfriend they happily accepted was Linda.

One of the earliest pictures of Elvis with Linda was taken at the National Gospel Quartet convention in October 1972.

Linda was photographed with Elvis and his longtime Tupelo friend Janelle McComb, when she visited Graceland sometime in December 1972.

Elvis with Linda before his afternoon concert in Atlanta on June 30, 1973.

Elvis and Linda with Vernon Presley and his wife Dee.  They were at the Kang Ree karate studio in Memphis on July 23, 1973.

Linda looks at Red West as they arrive in Los Angeles on May 11, 1974.

Elvis and Linda in a hotel room around 1974-75.

Sam Thompson, his wife Louise as well as Elvis and Lisa Marie were pictured in August 1975 with Linda and her parents Sanford and Margie Thompson.

Elvis and Linda entering the front gates at Graceland after a trike ride on September 8, 1975.

Elvis and Linda in a limousine leaving the airport for Arlington Park Hilton in Chicago on October 14, 1976.  It is the last known photo of Elvis with Linda as she left a month later.

Linda in later life.  She is wearing a replica of the jacket made around 1973 by East West Musical Instruments Co. of San Francisco.  Ginger Alden, the girlfriend who more or less replaced Linda in Elvis’ love life, stated that Elvis gave her the original jacket while at Graceland in 1977.

[thebibutterflyao3]

Day 4 - Prompt: Evoke @pandalilymicrofics

February Daily Series - 963 words

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Lily eyed the four blokes blocking her way suspiciously. This impasse started about ten minutes ago and three aisles over with Remus distracting her from reshelving the returns with a long-winded story about a pair of “lost ships.” He clearly thought that it was the perfect allegory for missed opportunities, but it sounded particularly absurd to hear from his lips.

Then, Sirius appeared from nowhere and steered the conversation toward social media stalkers, which was apparently a little too on the nose for Remus. When she’d finally slipped past them, James stopped her in the next aisle to ask if she was attending the Yule Festival tonight, and when she said “yes,” he proceeded to incorporate her into their collective plans. Lily managed to duck into the last aisle and reshelve the remaining four biographies in her hands, only to find all four of them blocking her exit afterwards.

“What‘s this then?” she demanded, propping her hands on her hips. “I haven’t seen you here in weeks,” Lily pointed out to Remus before eyeing Sirius and James, “and the two of you are rarely indoors for more than twenty minutes.”

She gestured vaguely at the small stack of books in Regulus’s hand. “He’s the only one who seems to know what a bookshop’s purpose is.”

“I don’t know why they’re here, but I wasn’t going to turn down a chance to buy books,” Regulus admitted with a shrug. He glanced between Sirius and Remus curiously. “Why are you here?”

“We,” Sirius said, gesturing between himself and Remus, “are here to visit with Lily. Since I’m only in town for a few more days, I thought it would be nice to spend some time together. Evoke a little friendly comradery.”

James nodded avidly, which wasn’t at all suspicious. “Right, and I’m here to buy Regulus books for the ride home. I just figured you might want to join all of us tonight.”

“All of you? And how many is that meant to be?” she checked.

“My parents, Sirius, Remus, Regulus, me, Peter, and Pandora,” James replied, ticking the names off of his fingers. “Yeah, I think that’s it.”

Lily frowned as she went through the list internally. “So, is that four couples? And me?”

“Oh, no! Pandora is my flatmate from London, and she’s coming to meet James,” Regulus assured her. “I haven’t even met Peter yet.”

“He’s a friend from uni,” Sirius replied quickly. A little too quickly.

“Remus? What’s going on here?”

Remus rubbed the back of his neck and grimaced. “A coincidence?”

“If you say so.” Lily flailed her hands at the blockade until Regulus ducked behind James and Remus stepped out of her way. “I have work to do. Can whatever you’re plotting wait until tonight?”

“So, you will join us?” James asked, rocking on his heels like a small child.

“I’ll be at the festival. If I run into the lot of you, so be it, but I’m not committing to wasting my whole night following you idiots around,” she said, rolling her eyes at Sirius’s scoff. Spinning on her heel, she glared at Remus pointedly. “If I find out you’re trying to set me up again, and I will find out, you will not like the consequences, Remus John Lupin.”

“Definitely not,” he agreed.

Sirius looked gobsmacked. “John? Remus John?”

Lily strode away with her head held high and her arms swinging at her sides. She was confident in two things after that confrontation: Remus wouldn’t dare attempt to replicate the Gideon and Fabian incident from uni and the combination of James and Sirius was asking for trouble. As if she didn’t already know those two were as brilliant as they were foolish. She just wished that they didn’t drag Remus into their nonsense.

And me. Leave me out of this. Whatever “this” is.

She busied herself straightening the display tables out front until the quartet of chaos left. The last thing she needed was to be caught up in one of their “incidents.” The Potters may be dear friends of Mr. Lupin, but their son and his friends set off her red flag alarm. Individually, they were fine, but together? Pure chaos.

“Lily? Phone call for you!” Alice called, waving from the back office.

She waved back as she reached for the handset at the register. “Thank you, Alice!”

“Hello, this is Lily, can I help you?”

A long silence followed. It wasn’t one of those creepers that breathe into the receiver, or even the empty mechanical silence of a telemarketer who hadn’t connected yet. This was…shy.

Lily toyed with the old, misshapen cord that connected the phone to the wall. Mr. Lupin refused to replace it with a cordless or headset because he was afraid they’d lose it. The man could be such a dinosaur for only being fifty-five.

“Hello?”

“Oh, sorry. I wasn’t expecting…I mean, you caught me off-guard, that’s all.” The voice was both timid and defensive, but slowly lifting in volume.

“Alright, what can I do for you?” she repeated, keeping her tone as professional as possible.

“I was looking for a book about…never mind, you probably don’t have it.”

The call ended abruptly and left Lily staring at the archaic device in confusion. It stung a little to be dismissed so quickly, which was stupid. She hung up the phone and shook her head clear.

Leave it. Just a weird one, that’s all.

Except it nagged at the back of her mind the rest of the day. The woman’s voice was strong, but she’d rambled as though her thoughts were scattered on the floor and puzzling them together was too much effort. The hang-up was likely from her own embarrassment for being caught daydreaming, and yet…she couldn’t help wondering who she was.

Next Part>>>

[most-tragic-character-tournament]

To tide y’all over until the bracket is finished, here’s a list of every fandom in the tournament! Sorted by when each got its first submission.

It takes time to make the bracket cuz I gotta arrange all of these to be at least semi-equal in popularity to each other, and then make all the edited photos. I’ve been rather busy lately, but it should be up by tomorrow night :)

Minecraft Diaries

The Outsiders

God of War

Ace Attorney

Bungou Stray Dogs

Murdoch Mysteries

Yu-Gi-Oh!

The Raven Cycle

Lego Star Wars

Sanders Sides

Kamen Rider

Castle Swimmer

QSMP

The Magnus Archives

Lego Ninjago

FNAF

Half Life VR But The AI Is Self-Aware

Pokémon

DC Comics

Critical Role

Romeo & Juliet

Macbeth

Witch Hat Atelier

Final Fantasy

One Piece

Warrior Cats

Sonic

Chicory: A Colorful Tale

Trigun Stampede

The Owl House

Ori and the Will of the Wisps

Fallout: New Vegas

MCU

Arthuriana

Tokyo Ghoul

Total Drama Island

Nimona

The Cable Guy

Paranatural

Marble Hornets

Marvel Comics

The Umbrella Academy

Life Series SMP

Fire Emblem

Julie and the Phantoms

Persona 5

Star Wars

Young Justice

Fullmetal Alchemist

Hamlet

The Shadowhunter Chronicles

The Young and the Restless

The Untamed // Mo Dao Zu Shi

Cooking Companions

Demon Slayer

John Wick

Pit People

Battleblock Theater

Star Trek

LittleBigPlanet 2

KinnPorsche

Midnight Museum

The Witcher

Teen Wolf

Beast Wars: Transformers

Lost

The Stormlight Archive

The Scum Villain’s Self-Saving System

The Arcana

Jujutsu Kaisen

Ultraman Nexus

Antigone

Angel

Revolutionary Girl Utena

Edward Scissorhands

The Mechanisms

91 Days

Assassination Classroom

Death Note

Repo! The Genetic Opera

Pluto

Kikai Sentai Zenkaiger

Bokura

Mabinogi

Battle for Dream Island

Leverage

Twisted Wonderland

The Iliad

Call of Duty

Tangled: The Series

Team Fortress 2

The Goes Wrong Universe

Harry Potter

Bendy and the Ink Machine

DSMP

Live A Live

Real Life

Stranger Things

Malevolent

Red Dead Redemption 2

Ib (2012)

Spies Are Forever

Madoka Magica

Magia Record

My Hero Academia

Ravenous (1999)

Lifesteal SMP S4

Outsiders SMP

Phineas and Ferb

Empires SMP

Ruse of the TMNT

Origins SMP

Frankenstein

The Otterverse RP

GenLoss

Woe.begone

Danganronpa

Witch’s Heart

Project Sekai

The Silmarillion

The Lord of the Rings

Spider-Verse

Helluva Boss

Greek Myth

Percy Jackson

Limbus Company

Rain World

Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure

Homestuck

Markiplier

Mob Psycho 100

Lord of the Flies

Good Omens

Word of Honor

Just Roll With It

Subnautica

Witchcraft SMP

Toilet-Bound Hanako-kun

Realm of the Underlings

Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint

Clangen

Hadestown

Rats SMP

Steven Universe

The Hunger Games

Fate Grand Order

Arcane

Everymanhybrid

Nashville

Welcome to Dreamworld

The Dolls of New Albion

Pact Web Series

Brandon Rogers

Ghost Quartet

The Dragon Prince

Steam-Powered Giraffe

Six of Crows

Torchwood

Deltarune

Bojack Horseman

Epithet Erased

Steins;Gate

Casualty

Tale of the Nine Tailed

Cookie Run

Succession

Purple Hyacinth

The Wicked + The Divine

Outer Wilds

Carnosaur

Miraculous Ladybug

Transformers Comics

Legend of Zelda

Breaking Bad

Devil May Cry

Castlevania

Dragon Age

Smallville

RWBY

Undertale

The Locked Tomb

Mystic Messenger

Black Butler

Interview With a Vampire

Death By Dying

Higurashi When They Cry

Transformers Animated

Pirates SMP

All The Bright Places

Chulip

Ride the Cyclone

Grey’s Anatomy

Empire of Exiles

Octopath Traveler 2

Hello from the Hallowoods

The Burning Sands of Ma’ssob RP

[enpr-ss]

Descending into Double Life Insanity here I gooooo:

And immediately Scar and Bdubs continue the tradition of watching someone do their intro and heckling Etho for his terrible upload schedule (yet another strong techno vibe). ETHO’S JEALOUS THAT HE DIDNT GET BDUBS LOL The disappointment from BOTH OF THEM. Joel didn’t even need to say it. Incredible. And of course Etho immediately tries to figure out the loopholes in the shared damage / slight kickback. PERFECT CUTOUT SCREAM. TANGO DIED?!?? LOL. and is that how the ranchers found each other? Their mischievous shenanigans… truly a pair. “EEFO! CAREFUL” the first of many. JOEL DIED BY BREAKING THE BOAT?!? THE ENDERMAN?? AGAIN??? SECOND TO TANGO??? IN THE FIRST EPISODE??? LOOOOOL HIS CRINGEFAIL LOSER STREAK CONTINUES. Why didn’t they eat. They’re both so stupid omg. Huh is this the origin of Boat Boys. There’s absolutely no way that Scar doesn’t know. He’s gotta be trolling Grian. Bro is too tired to craft a fishing rod. He actually led the pillagers to bdubs. Omg. That was so chaotic.

Why is Joel wearing Etho’s face. Why. Etho and his extremely flammable bases. Why. Divorce Quartet is so toxic omg. And Bdubs and Impulse sowing seeds of doubt, doing to Etho what he tried to do to them. Etho with his insane eye for eye punishment. “Just a little bit short, just like in real life” WARDEN??? Everyone must have been watching the achievements and going wild. I cannot believe they put the enchanter down there. Everyone flees with extra flee while Impulse and Etho are just CHILLING. IMPULSE AND ETHO HAVE PLOT ARMOR!!! Omg what a lovely boat. THE RELATION-SHIP?!? LOOOL. The etho face actually coming in clutch. Gossip girls omg. AND THEY ARE BACK ON THEIR PILLAGER BULLSHIT. How did Joel not see Pearl right there. Pearl is such a crazy ex holy shit.

“I’m going to do a little bit of resource gathering” say Impulse right as Etho and Joel waterfalls away having already mined all of it. Voice prox setting off the shriekers is actually so good. Tango… wool and nametag?? Is he going to bring the warden up? And also look at Boat Boys pysching out Jimmy. Desertduo falling apart at the seams. Joel is so ride or die with Etho’s crazy ideas. Cleo and Martyn yikes. And Boat boys bullying Jimmy again. How does Etho always follow along with Scar’s shenanigans. Look at them heckling Bdubs. Pearl is CRAZY. Babysitting went so well. “He took me to a bad place….” With all the arrows. ALL THAT DIGGING WITH THAT DISTRACTION AND LIKE HALF THE SERVER AND THEY DIDNT EVEN FIND IT. MOLES INDEED. “How about I sell you some sugarcane, Joel I will sell yOU SOME SUGARCANE” as he finds it. Truly a watcher voice moment right there. LOL. JOEL’S INVENTORY WAS FULL HAHAHAAH. That whole thing was such a circus! And then Tango’s Warden. Of course Joel shoots it and is cowering from it on a tower. And of course everyone gathers round to punch desertduo into the Warden’s waters. That was fucking wild.

They are fishing the warden??? They’re nuts. Joel-Grian-Etho standoff LOL. Fishing shenanigans never fails to be utterly hilarious. And Grian stuck the landing!!!! That was pretty cool. THE WARDEN FLEW SO HIGH AND LANDED RIGHT AMONG THEM OH MY GOD. AND IT DIED FROM FALL DAMAGE??? HAHAHAAH. THE SHEER PANIC AND GRIEF. Omg I thought they were going to die there. Etho with the clutch save but also with the bad ideas. “It’s good to be lit as the children say.” “You are hip and trendy and down with those kids.” “Don’t patronize me, you 35-year old man.” “I’M 29!!” Of course Scar stole the enchanter. Why does he keep doing that. What was that Etho growl before the chain fishing. Of course Joel dies; what did they expect. THE FIRST RED MURDER!!! Rip Scott. He was disappointed but not surprised; even set his spawn LOL. The moment Joel goes red he’s speedrunning unhingedness. He’s bloodthirsted killed Pearl just like how Pearl killed him in Last Life. Rip Scott indeed. And then it happens again LOL. And of course they get double poisoned. Etho saving their gear and their lives there. Joel goes for Scar and Etho for Grian. They are SO scared. Scar back on his enchanter bs. Scar keeping quiet because his pandas lives hang in the balance. When Joel goes all high pitched HAHAHA The way Scott Cleo and Joel all turn and look at Etho like he’s the only one that can understand what’s going on with Bdubs and his horse breeding!!! The moment Tango has access to the enchanter and Boat Boys and basically everyone is so down to murder the Ranchers!!! Nothing beats Voice prox mod when someone is falling or ascending. That was a pretty cool clutch from Scar. Grian keeps using end of the session for his advantage lol. HE KILLED JIMMY!!!

REN WHAT ARE YOU DOING. Boat boys in sync as they both shoot the TNT minecart; Etho breaks it and Joel picks it up.

LOL Bro blowing up all those pandas was horrifying omg. THE ENCHANTER WAS IN THE CHEST THE ENTIRE TIME. IT WAS JUST HIDDEN UNDER ONE BLOCK. THEY COULD HAVE ACCIDENTALLY BLOWN IT UP. Etho what you saying. You’re comparing Joel to a Tiger??? Bro his ego will never be the same again. What have you done. Grian is definitely a distraction and a lure. WHAT IS THAT FACE. WHAT.

Tango and Jimmy come crawling back HAHAH. Etho condescending to them about water elevators Desert duo cowering from the reds and then the zombie gets them. LOL. AND THEN A CREEPER ENDERMEN GETS JIMMY LOOOOOL. OH MY GOD. The Red Army actually got them. ETHO BARELY SET THE TNT TRAP, THE MOST OBVIOUS TRAP IN THE WORLD, BEFORE SCAR IS BRIDGING OVER TO STEAL IT. I HAD THOUGHT IT WAS SITTING THERE LONG ENOUGH THAT NO ONE WAS SCARED OF IT BUT NO. NOT EVEN A MINUTE GOES BY AND SCAR JUST GETS HIMSELF BLOWN UP. HAHAHAHAA. Joel is so happy that a trap worked first try. Jellie in a backpack is adorable though. Grian is just accepting of his fate; he’s done. (Why are we here, just to suffer) What is that whole conversation with Impulse and Bdubs. They’re so weird. Fire spreads real fast on this server huh. “The ship burns everything burns”. Boat boys just egging each other on. That long look at Box earlier was just perfect foreshadowing. OH MY GOD ETHO NEARLY DIED BUT REN GOT IT!!! That’s so many deaths in one episode. Oh Scar absolutely burned it down, look at him hiding behind Grian. Scar literally hurt himself IRL out of indignation over the enchanter.

“Honey I’m home!” ETHO. Joel LOTR nerd. Ah yes Grian with the same idea as Etho with the bubblevator tnt. But this time he said it louder so they did it and probably didn’t work since Joel did it. Scar third wheeling Boat boys and all of them then heckling Grian as he sets up the sculk sensor trap. At least he redeems himself by setting off the tnt trap intentionally. Etho aiming his crossbow right at Scott and him being unaware until he turns around, along with all the frantic whispering due to the warden, is such a classic movie scene. Joel is SO concerned and guides Etho out with the sound of his voice LOL. He did choose Joel’s water over Bdubs’ ladders but the water ran out. Rip Pearl. What is this polycule. Wait did Bdubs and Impulse really trap the portal? Doesn’t seem like their style. And given the smooth stone + dirt it kinda seemed like their portal linked up with another one. Huh. THEIR BEDS WERE TOGETHER LOL. Ah yeah they figured it out too. Omg if the ship burns everything burns. Including them.

This series was so fast-paced and dramatic! The pairs really brought out something within each other. It's always great to see laidback people go feral on red. And all the jokes about "welp guess I'll just die" because their partner was doing something dangerous NEVER gets old. Truly the stuff of fanart and fanfiction. Grian must have been scrolling too much on Twitter when he decide to go through with this idea.

[storiesbyrhi]

Vintage Reeboks - Chapter 6: Operation '86

Eddie Munson x Reader More Eddie fics here

4519 word count

Warnings: Canon typical violence; reference to physical child abuse; discussions of being queer in the 80s

Synopsis: The gate at the bottom of Lover’s Lake was meant to spit the quartet out in the Upside Down. Steve, Nancy, and Robin were meant to be there. He wasn’t meant to be alone. But when Eddie comes to on the shoreline, you’re there. It’s not the Upside Down. It’s not Lover’s Lake. It’s not 1986.

Previous Chapters: 1 - Lover’s Lake; 2 – Hey, Siri; 3 - World Wide Web; 4 - Cemetery Drive; 5 - Red Bull

Chapter Synopsis: Welcome back to Hawkins, old friends. Get out your whiteboards and red string. Keep a look out for the ‘Exit 2022’ sign. Buckle up, because this is the penultimate chapter.

Author’s Note: I am hugely grateful to everyone who gave feedback about the Gareth reveal. I’m glad you love him, because he’s here and friends… he’s queer. Pls see the end note!

1985 - 1986

Gareth knew he loved Eddie. He loved every performance. Lunchtime drama. Hellfire campaign. Corroded Coffin show. He loved every act of kindness. Rides home when it was raining. Arms around the shoulders when Gareth turned up to school with a black eye. Taking the heat when Jason Carver was in the mood to beat the freak out of someone.

Yeah, Gareth knew he loved Eddie. Was in love with him. He’d done a pretty magnificent job at pushing all that down though. He’d resigned to a life of longing, hoping that maybe the world would be different or maybe when he could get himself out of Hawkins.

Then, ’86, baby. That was the last he saw Eddie. The scene was imprinted so vividly in his mind. The magazine. The table tops. Dustin and Mike. Army crawling towards a D, and it was going to be his year.

Everything happened kind of slowly and all at once after that. People were saying that Eddie murdered Chrissy and that Hellfire was a cult. The town was losing their collective shit and Gareth was frozen into inaction.

After Jason smashed Gareth’s head into the ground, snarling with the pious venom of a man possessed by grief-stricken denial, Gareth sobbed. He threw things around his bedroom, swore at his sister, and got his second beating of the day.

In the aftermath of the earthquake, Gareth found all the other members of Hellfire, but not their beloved dungeon master. Dustin, always larger than life, seemed so small as he told Gareth that Eddie was missing.

Something broke in him that day. Whatever hope Gareth was holding onto for a better future was snuffed out.

He watched his sister leave Hawkins and he was happy for her. She had started a family; he loved his niece. You were rambunctious and comfortably weird and totally yourself from the get go.

Gareth never left, and although he never spoke of his teenage years, he was constantly reminded of them. Hawkins made sure of that.

Then, his sister moved back, bringing you. You with all your questions and interests and outspoken queerness. Gareth liked having you and your mother there though; it was the least lonely he had felt since before Eddie went missing.

2022

Eddie.

Eddie who was standing in front of Gareth, looking the exact same as he did back in 1986.

“Gareth?!”

Dustin Henderson’s voice was loud as he called over the fence, “Guys? We’re here!” The group let themselves through, congregating just outside the pool house’s open door.

He couldn’t take it; Gareth took a wobbly step backward and ran for the house. Eddie went to go after him but you put your arm out to block his way.

“Let me… Let me go talk to him. You deal with them,” you told Eddie, motioning to the group of ragtag adults standing in your backyard.

Giving Dustin a kind of ‘hi/bye’ smile, you left them to head inside. You could hear the reunion behind you, thirty-six years in the making.

You found your uncle in his bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed staring down at the sensible shoes on his feet. Carefully, you entered the room, sitting next to him.

“You knew Eddie… in high school?”

He took a while to answer, barely moved as he spoke. “I was… I was in Hellfire. And… Corroded Coffin.” Gareth hadn’t said those combinations of words in so long, they felt foreign on his tongue. Bitter to taste.

“Do you want to know-”

“No. No. I don’t want to know anything. I can’t do this again.”

There was no correct amount of time to let pass in silence. What could you possibly say to explain the presence of Eddie and how he was – unchanged and in the pool house? Although, it wasn’t the time travel that seemed to be impacting your uncle the most.

“We’re going to send him home,” you eventually whispered. “They’re gonna fix this.”

Gareth moved then. He turned to look at you, the sadness replaced with a sort of fearful realisation. “You’re sending…” He struggled to say his name. “Eddie back?”

When you nodded, Gareth stood, his mind ticking over a million miles an hour.

“How does that work? He goes back and-and history’s just… rewritten? What if it changes everything? Or does it… I don’t know, create a new reality?!”

“Woah, woah, I don’t know? Okay? That’s kind of Dustin’s thing?” you said, standing too.

“Dustin’s thing?!” Gareth repeated, all the images in his head of Dustin Henderson flashing through his mind.

“I know this is a lot… But surely it explains some things, right? Eddie said when he found out that, like, the supernatural was real, it freaked him out, but it made sense. And now you know that Eddie didn’t kill anyone. And where he went,”

“I knew he didn’t kill anyone. And we all knew something was wrong here. That there was something wrong with Hawkins. That’s not why- That’s…” But your uncle, who apparently you didn’t know at all, couldn’t explain why he was on the cusp of a panic attack.

Gareth paced and you didn’t know what to say. You wanted to hug him. Desperately, you wanted to ask a million and one questions.

“I’ll… let you process. I got a new phone, so message if… if you need anything. Or want… I don’t know. I’m sorry, Uncle G… I didn’t know.”

Gareth watched you leave, the same moxie in you that he saw in the kids he grew up with. It scared the absolute shit out of him.

…

“You’re Gareth’s niece?!” Dustin said when you got back to the pool house.

Before you could answer, Eddie was up and hugging you. His face was buried in your hair, and he whispered, “I’m sorry.”

You shook your head. “It’s not your fault. He’ll be alright. I think. I don’t know. Let’s just focus on this right now.”

Letting Eddie go, you looked around the room. “Um… Hi. Everyone.”

Dustin moved to pull you into a bear hug. “It’s good to meet you in person. Guess you’ve been family all along, huh?”

“Hawkins is… small…” was all you could say.

“Small and evil. Let’s do this. I wanna get out of here,” a voice added to your statement, prompting Dustin to let you go.

“Didn’t expect you to show up, Applejack,” Eddie said, nodding to the owner of the voice.

“Yeah, well, let’s be real. I’ve always been half the brain of this operation, and someone needed to watch out for these idiots,” she said. “Hi. I’m Erica,”

“Sinclair, right?” you replied, taking the hand she’d offered. Erica nodded.

Lucas’ kids had snitched on him; they had told their cousins about his trip with Uncle Dustin back to Hawkins. Erica had called her brother as soon as she heard. “What on God’s green earth has possessed you to go back there?!”

“It’s Eddie. Eddie. He’s there,” Lucas had said.

That’s all it took. Eddie had been nice to Erica. She still remembered his graceful bow to her when she took out Vecna in Hellfire Club’s final session.

Honestly, that’s all it took for them all. Max, Steve, and Robin all remembered Eddie’s terrified eyes. They remembered the week he spent cold and hungry and hunted in Rick’s boat shed. They remembered how sick everyone was guilt and grief when he never came through Watergate. They remembered Dustin never being the same again.

Of course, his name was all it took.  

After the introductions were had and the shock of seeing Eddie unchanged had waned a little, Dustin asked, “Do you have, like, a whiteboard?”

“No. No, I don’t. No red string and pins either. Sorry,” you replied.

“Yeah, man. You already look like you’re having too much fun with this,” Eddie chimed in. He was leaning against the bar, arms crossed over his chest. His eyes kept flicking from person to person, trying to make himself recognise his friends.

“This is a trip,” Robin said, for the third time.

“Yeah. Can you like, stop staring at me though?” Eddie said. “Harrington, can you do something about her?”

Steve looked from Robin to Eddie and back again. “Uh… No?”

“Good to see you’ve not changed,” Eddie told him, patting him on the back.

“Time travel’s real,” Robin stated. “Like, real real,”

“After everything, that’s where you draw the freaky line?” Max asked her. Robin just shrugged.

…

If you were being completely honest with yourself, you had no hope that any of the ideas were going to pan out. They were already clutching at straws and it was only the first day of Operation: ’86.

Dustin, Lucas, Erica, and Steve had taken Steve’s rented car and headed back to the lake. Although you had gone diving looking for the gate, they figured they knew what they were looking for. They were going to the site of all the gates that had ever existed. As far as they knew, Eleven had closed the rip between here and the Upside Down but it was worth checking out.

Max and Robin set up at the bar. Robin was on the phone to Nancy Wheeler, who wouldn’t step foot in Hawkins, but agreed to do what she could from New York. Max was calling anyone else who may have ideas, information, or supernatural spider senses.

“I feel useless,” Eddie said.

The couch had returned to its sofa state, and you sat next to him, holding his hand.

“I don’t think there’s a whole lot you can do,” you told him. What you wanted to add was that maybe he needed to be prepared for the fact that there might not be anything anyone can do.

Eddie was leaning forward, his free hand rubbing his face and shaking.

“So, my uncle…” It was purely a distraction attempt. But it worked.

“Christ. Yeah. Gareth. He isn’t a part of… all this,” Eddie told you, pointing to the two women at the bar. “He is… was… my friend. Known him almost my whole life, you know?”

“What was he like then?”

Eddie grinned. “He tries real hard to be a tough guy, but he’s the sweetest kid. Wicked drummer. Like, he’ll always have the songs down first. Always says we could go harder. Faster. And, uh,” Eddie paused to chuckle. “Always picking splinters out of his fingers. From his sticks,”

“I didn’t even know he played,”

“Guess having a murderer in your band takes the shine off the rockstar dream,”

“Eddie. He knows you didn’t do anything. He said he knew then too,” you tried to reassure.

Eddie nodded. “Gareth the Great…” he mumbled. “Cautious player, but smart…”

You’d succeeded in distracting Eddie from the task of time travel, but you’d replaced one trauma with another. What kind of life was waiting for him back then? What had happened to the rest of Hellfire Club, now the pitchforks were sharpened and the town mob’s torches were lit?

Eddie had hope though. You could tell. It wasn’t just that he spoke in present tense, like his life still existed, ready for him to step back into. There was a brightness in his eyes that Dustin and co. had switched on.

By the end of the day, it had dimmed.

There were no gates. There was no Hawkins Lab. Redevelopment and gentrification had claimed much of the land that once seemed critical to the fate of Hawkins. There weren’t any old buildings for ghosts to find home in. There was nothing.

Max and Robin came up short too. They’d even tried to get in touch with scientists, people with some level of credibility studying anything remotely related to time travel.

“They either thought I was crazy or they were too interested,” Max reported.

“Too interested?” you asked.

“Like kidnap Eddie and keep him in a lab interested,” Robin clarified.

Eddie didn’t like the déjà vu he was experiencing. Dustin sat on the coffee table in front of him, trying to reassure him that there was nothing to worry about.

Max was quiet; Robin not so much. “We’ll be able to figure this out, right? Even without… everyone. He’s not just stuck here, is he?”

“Na. No. Of course not. Right? Dustin? Right?” Steve said, the only one willing to answer Robin. Steve stood with his hands on hips. He was too old for this bullshit, he thought.

It was all too familiar, besides Erica and Lucas sitting side by side on the end of your bed. And you. Eddie turned to look at you, one hand still in yours and the other rubbing the back of his neck.

He began to shake his head. There was nothing you could say though.

“We need to stop with the phone calls,” Steve decided then. “We don’t know how you got here, but we know the type of people who involve themselves in this sort of thing,”

“This sort of thing?” you asked.

“Trust us. We know about… this sort of thing,” Robin asserted.

“Last thing we need is to be on anybody’s radar,” Steve continued.

“Too late,” from Lucas.

“Excuse you?” Erica said, leaning back to look at her brother, entirely unimpressed.

“Not me! Him!” Lucas accused, pointing at Dustin.

“Don’t worry. It’s not about this,” Dustin said like it was going to answer any questions. All eyes were on him. “I’ve been… tinkering. With some ideas. Prototypes. Nothing big. It’s just got me noticed. Nothing to worry about,”

“He’s on the C.I.A.’s watch list,” Lucas clarified.

“What?!” Steve yelled. “Our kids are friends, man!”

The group erupted into the type of bickering only possible within a group of people who loved each other dearly and had been to hell and back together.

Eddie remained silent, leg bouncing, deep in thought.

“Ed?” you whispered, pulling him back to reality.

He looked over at you, a myriad of emotions in his eyes.

The group settled into a moment of silence. Then Steve asked, “Does that mean you could, like, build a time machine?”

“How’d you get dumber with age?” Dustin replied, staring in disbelief.

They stayed until well after the sun set. In the end though, they still had nothing. The finality of that was settling into your consciousness as you served pizza up on paper plates to Max and Robin.

“I don’t wanna jinx it,” Robin started. “But if… If we can’t find a way, are you going to… keep him?��

“He’s not a lost dog,” Max laughed.

You looked over to where Steve and Eddie were engaged in conversation on the sofa. Steve was talking and Eddie was just watching him, his brows knitted in confusion but the edges of his mouth turned up in a dead giveaway indicator that he was amused.

Dustin, Lucas, and Erica had ventured inside the main house, going to see their old friend and hopefully provide some sort of comfort.

“I’m just asking because you seem close… already,”

“Uh, I don’t- We haven’t, like, talked about that. We’ve just operated under the assumption that he is going home,” you told them.

“But if he can’t?” Robin pressed.

Max gave you a knowing smile. “Kind of makes sense that he stays here. Gareth can like, bridge the gap. And you like him,” she reasoned.

Eddie had reached out and pulled Steve into a hug. He glanced up at you though, smiling wide.

When the others returned and the pizzas were demolished, the room fell into a sad quietness that was meant for Eddie, and only Eddie, to break. He cleared his throat.

“So, that’s it then,” he said nodding his head once, his hands clasped together in his lap.

“No, man, we-” Dustin went to say.

“No. Don’t… don’t bullshit me, man. We were making it up as we went along then. Still doing it now,” Eddie interrupted.

“If we knew why the gate spit you out here…” Lucas tried.

“There’s no why. It doesn’t make sense. Gone through it all. Vecna. The Upside Down. Eleven. Creel. Fuckin’ hive mind. I don’t think this was on purpose,” Eddie stated more matter-of-factly than emotionally. The emotions would come later.

“It was random. There’s… anomalies in everything. Maybe you just got really unlucky, Eddie…” What Max had said made a lot of sense; she was right. Every law of science and the supernatural had exceptions. One offs. Strange things. Unexplainable events that couldn’t be repeated.

“Eddie, you’re welcome to come back with me. We got a guest room all set up. You can teach the rugrats Dungeons and Dragons,” Steve said, his words spilling out fast in a desperate attempt to fix the problem.

“Nah, Harrison. I think your days of adopting people way younger than you are over,” Eddie joked, that emotion starting to seep in now.

“What he’s saying is that you have family here. The offer is the same for me. Suzie already said if you needed a place to go, you’re always welcome,” Dustin told him.

“Same with us,” from Lucas.

Eddie was going to turn them all down and you knew why. He looked at you.

“He stays here,” you announced to the room. “He…” Eddie’s eyes were glossy with tears. “He belongs here. We’ll figure it out.”

They stayed for a beer or two, then made their way back out the gate and around the front to their cars. Staying away from their lives – partners and children and careers and C.I.A. watch lists – couldn’t be justified when there was simply nothing to be done.

As soon as you were alone with Eddie, he was on you, pulling you into a tight hug. He was shaking and holding in whimpers.

“I mean it, Eddie. We’ll figure it out. You’re not alone.”

…

Once Eddie could stand without leaning on you, you ushered him into the tiny bathroom for a shower. Leaving him to it, you went back inside the house, finding your mum had returned home from work.

“Eddie Munson – THE Eddie Munson – is out in the pool house?!” she yelled as soon as she saw you.

“Why does it seem like the issue is that it’s Eddie, not that time travel happened and there’s been fucking monsters in Hawkins this whole time?”

“Oh, of course all that magic monster stuff is real. It was either that, or my brother was truly an agent of Satan and believe me – Gareth is the last person Satan would want as the face of the company,”

“That… feels like an insult?” Gareth said.

You were standing in the kitchen, your mum not pausing her vegetable preparation despite the conversation being what it was. Your uncle was sat at the table, picking at his nails.

“Right, well if you don’t think Eddie is the devil, why are you acting all high and mighty about it?” you asked her.

She sighed and shot her brother a look. The silence was heavy.

“I’ve done a super good job at not asking you guys about, you know, Hawkins or how you grew up or my grandparents or anything. And now that I know about some of it, I get it. It fucked you up. But I just met a whole group of people that were smack bang in the middle of it and they’re willing to talk about it. They went on with their lives, you know?”

“Now who’s being high and mighty?” your mum mumbled under her breath. You were too much like her.

You couldn’t have known but you weren’t being fair. You weren’t even being factual. Yeah, you’d met some people who made it out of Hawkins semi-adjusted enough to forge lives. But you didn’t know Nancy or Jonathan. You never knew Eleven or Mike. And you sure as fuck never knew Will Byers – who had so much in common with your uncle but could never shake the violent cold of the Upside Down.

Gareth was not unkind though, and he didn’t want you to be angry or feel lied to. Maybe it was time to let go of what he had been holding onto his whole life.

“Eddie was the first person I ever loved,” he said. Your mum put her knife down and looked at her brother. He’d never said it out loud.

“Like, loved loved?” you asked.

Gareth nodded. “Yeah. Straight away. He walked up to me one day, said he liked my shirt, and told me about D&D… Didn’t know about it before him. But, ah, changed my life, I guess. That and the band. Gave me something to… Focus on.”

The revelation made you desperately sad, but it began to glue together pieces of information you knew.

“You know why we don’t see your grandparents,” your mum added. “If you think they’re bad now, with their Trump bullshit, you should have seen them back then when it was okay to be like that. The way they-” but she couldn’t finish the sentence, her words swallowed by memories.

You understood the subtext of the conversation. For the first time in your entire life, you were on the exact same page as your mother and uncle.

“Do you want to… see him?” you braved the offer.

“It’s been a big day,” Gareth said, smiling up at you. “Maybe tomorrow. Sounds like he’s going to be stuck here for a while, huh?”

“Yeah, maybe. Probably. Dustin’s meant to be the smart one and good with… this stuff. But I don’t think he has any idea really,”

“Well… Maybe it’s for the best. You have no idea what sending him back could do,” he replied, echoing what he had said earlier in the day.

You nodded.

After kisses on the cheek, you left brother and sister in the kitchen of their house. Your mum went back to cutting vegetables, but Gareth knew her better than that.

“Something you want to say?” he deadpanned.

“Well, this could be a good thing. Resolve all the ‘sad gay boy loses love of life and never recovers’ thing,” she said in one breath out, like she had been holding it in for years.

Gareth looked at her. “I think that was hate speech.”

…

Eddie was still in the shower when you stepped back into the pool house. You got changed into something more comfortable, including Eddie’s new/old Gremlins shirt that didn’t smell like him but it was as close to ‘girlfriend feels good wearing boyfriend’s clothes’ as you were going to get.

When he did make his way out, eyes crying-bloodshot red, he lit up at you.

“Thought you bought that for me?”

“Sharing’s caring,” you sing-songed back.

“Guess if I’m… sticking around, I better figure out a way to make some money of my own,” he said, jumping onto the bed in only the towel that hung low on his hips.

“2022 has a surplus of drug dealers. What’s your backup trade?”

“Heavy metal.” The reply was instant and his expression blank for a few seconds before he grinned ear to ear. “Seriously though… My plan was to graduate. That’s taking longer than first anticipated. Then, I don’t know. Get of Hawkins.”

You thought for a second. Eddie was scared that maybe you’d judge him; maybe his lack of a five year plan and real life adult skills would be unattractive. But when you spoke again, there was still the same softness and affection in your voice as before.

“Can I be honest with you, Eddie? Like… Really honest?”

He nodded, eyes flicking over your face, trying to find clues that would tip him off to what you were about to say.

“I’ve been thinking about the whole time travel thing. Something my uncle’s said a few times. If you go back-”

“I could fuck everything up for everyone? Yeah. Yeah, I keep thinking about it too.”

You and talked through the possibilities; while acknowledging that anything was possible, there were two more likely outcomes of a time traveler returning to their original place in time and space.

First: multiple universe theory. Eddie would leave your known reality, and return to his, setting it on a different path, but leaving yours unchanged. That was best case.

Second: rewritten history theory. Eddie would leave 2022 and return to 1986, thereby changing history entirely. Given he was now armed with all known information about Vecna, the subsequent events in Hawkins, and not to mention – everything that has happened since ’86, that could be very dangerous.

“Can’t even pretend I’d go back and not use what I know,” Eddie said. “And if I don’t go missing, if all that shit doesn’t happen to Gareth and your mum doesn’t leave Hawkins and… What if I like, unmake you?”

It really wasn’t funny, but you laughed. “I mean, it could be worse, I guess?”

“How? How could it be worse than you not existing?”

You were cringing before you finished speaking. “Let’s say you go back. You hang out with Gareth more, because, you know, he loves you so much. You get to know my mum. My mum is kind of amazing. Like, she’s super sassy and likes metal. Heart of gold. You fall in love with-”

“Stop! I get it!” Eddie almost screamed, standing up and grabbing the towel before it could fall to the ground. He busied himself finding clothes.

“Eddie. What if you married my mum?” You were just teasing at that point.

“Sweetheart, I’m warning you.” Eddie was half naked and pointing at you, dead serious but looking ridiculous.

You lowered your voice and scrunched up your face in a disgusted expression. “You could end up being my dad.”

Eddie froze, his head tilted just enough that you knew he was about to do something. Then he did; he leaped across the room in a few long bounds and you barely made it out of the way.

“Take it back!” he yelled, chasing you.

“No! Time travel’s fucked up! Why are you wearing that stupid man suit?!” you squealed back, laughing until Eddie caught you.

His tickling very quickly turned to peppering you with kisses. “I.” Kiss. “Don’t.” Kiss. “Understand.” Kiss. “That.” Kiss. “Reference.”

Sighing, you playfully kicked him away, sitting up. “Eddie. I don’t think you’re going back there.”

He sat opposite you, holding both your hands in his. “Yeah… I know. Even if Gandalf’s eagles get here, I can’t go back to the Shire now. They were happy. Today. Everyone. They’ve made it, you know? Dustin has his own little freak Hendersons. I can’t risk that…”

You agreed with him, entirely, but felt suddenly compelled to offer an alternative perspective. To give him options.

“You could go back and be the hero though, right? Save the others? Mike, right?”

Eddie winced at the name. It hurt to know that not long after he went M.I.A., little Wheeler, with his lanky arms and steadfast obliviousness, had died.

“I’m no hero,” Eddie whispered, looking up at you, the saddest you’d seen him since you pulled him from the water. “I’m more of a liability than anything else. I can’t go back.”

End Note: Anybody wonder what Steve and Eddie were talking about? Hmmmmmm. One chapter to go, so please place your bets and put in your requests for any final details you wanna seeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

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[merrilark]

Would anyone be interested in a 1x1 roleplay with me on Discord for Bad Samaritan or The Red Riding Trilogy?

I’m absolutely dying to write Sean Falco against a Cale Erendreich, or BJ against an Eddie Dunford (or an OC; also open to AUs and crossovers since I know the 1970s aren’t everyone’s cup of tea).

Both would cover dark, potentially triggering topics, especially Red Riding, so please be open about your limits.

Give this post a ♥ if you might be interested and I’ll swing by your IMs to discuss!

[musicaltheatregirlsandsongs]

Hear ye, hear ye

I have finished counting the submissions and can thus announce our participants !

The chosen girls are as follows:

Bombalurina - Cats

Christine Canigula - Be More Chill

Trina Weisenbachfeld - Falsettos

Rose Red - Ghost Quartet

Elphaba Thropp - Wicked

Persephone - Hadestown

Eurydice - Hadestown

Elle Woods - Legally blonde

Veronica Sawyer - Heathers

Ivy Robinson - Bare: a pop opera

The Baker's Wife - Into the woods

Jane Doe - Ride the Cyclone

Sally Bowles - Cabaret

Emma Perkins - Hatchetfield

Glinda Upland - Wicked

Riley Williams - We are the tigers

Hélène Kuragina - Natasha, Pierre and the Great Comet of 1812

Amélie Poulain - Amélie

Grizabella - Cats

Roxie Hart - Chicago

Dr Charlotte - Falsettos

Sibella Hallward - A Gentleman's Guide to Love and Murder

Audrey - Little Shop of Horrors

Éponine Thénardier - Les Misérables

Katherine Pulitzer - Newsies

Diana Goodman - Next to normal

Christine Daaé - The Phantom of the Opera

Mrs. Lovett - Sweeney Todd: the Demon Barber of Fleet Street

Katherine Howard - Six

Mother/Slippery when wet - The Trail to Oregon!

Sara Berry - 35mm: a musical exhibition

Hope Cladwell - Urinetown

I will now proceed to make the bracket, it should be posted in the next few days and be quickly followed by the polls :)

[panda-wearing-pants]

Best Life Series episode #5

S1E5: Martyn kills Ren with an axe named "RED WINTER IS COMING", Skizz, Joel and Etho join the red army, Jimmy turns down the offer, afraid that Ren will ask him to sacrifice Scott, Tango is killed for wearing a helmet in the previous session, and Etho is killed for not calling out Tango, Cleo sets fire to Joel's house, causing him to die, Grian and Scar make an alliance with Scott and Jimmy, Grian gives then a pufferfish in a bucket, which Jimmy names the "Pufferish of Peace," Scar and Grian steal Skizz's banner, leading to the red army attacking the desert and killing Pizza

Solidarity: THE SECRET RED LIFE ROOM..

S2E5: BigB is replaced by Terry, Jimmy runs away with Martyn's life, but ends up giving it back and getting exiled from the southlands, Cleo tries to lure people to Bdub's trapped enchanter, Martyn, Ren, Lizzie and Terry form the Shadow Alliance, all the reds get a life from Scar at some point, the Southlanders vote to let Jimmy back in, Impulse gives Scott Grian's wither skull, and Scott gives it to the shadow alliance, Scar dies in the trap at the entrance to the Southlands and becomes red

Inthelittlewood: The Trial Of Timmy

S3E5: The divorce quartet teams up, Scar and Grian hide from the reds in Pearl's tower, Scar and Grian leave and hide underground, but Scar falls into a horde of zombies that were supposed to be released at the pool party and dies, Jimmy is eliminated by an enderman, Scar activates a sculk sensor trap, setting off TNT and blowing up, Scott burns the Relation Ship, causing Etho and Joel to go around the server burning everything, Grian drops a stalactite on Ren's head, eliminating him and BigB

Grian: UH OH!

S4E5: Etho babysits Bdubs and brings him to the T.I.E.S meeting, where they plot to blow up bread bridge, and then they do, Pearl accidentally kills Judge Judy, the Bad Boys go into mourning for Bread Bridge, Scar gives the Bad Boys a doormat to solidify their alliance, Impulse lures Bdubs into the nether where Tango blows him up with TNT minecarts, Etho and the Clockers have a family dinner, Etho plays catch with Bdubs and Scar, but they both die, Scar becomes the first red and just leaves, Skizz becomes red and takes off most of his clothes

Ethoslab: Awkward Family Supper

S5E5: Cleo and Gem race to collect other players' front doors, Cleo wins, Scar trades from seeds to a golden apple, Scott, Tango, Bdubs and Impulse play tag, BigB lures Skizz into a meeting with Jimmy, where Jimmy does enough damage to complete his task, Lizzie attempts to get the server to go to the end so she can sleep and skip the night, but no one shows up, she then tries to get everyone to have a sleepover at her house, but Joel is the only one there, Scar arrives later and eats the cake, Grian and Etho rig the Heart Foundation raffle, Pearl's task is to not have her book in her inventory at the end of the session, Mumbo and Gem have a tower-building contest, Lizzie rides around invisible on a skeleton horse, but is killed by Jimmy, Mumbo and Grian have a diving competition at Gem's diving board

LDShadowlady: IMPOSSIBLE TASK

[karimwillia]

Part 18

Warnings 18+

The ride feels like it’s all a blur. Riri loves to watch the stars, it’s one of the things her Father would take her to do as a child. She still watches from her window time to time. The car is pulled to a stop right in front of the Adler and the building is casted in red light which is out of the ordinary. Inside a string quartet is playing Composed versions of modern songs setting a beautiful ambiance. There are red roses lining the walkway to the main observatory. The darkened room allows her to see the Chicago night sky clearly with little obstruction.

Shuri is standing in the middle of the room next to a table set for two. Her suit is a collarless tunic style that is form fitted to her also she has on a red bottom boots that add some height to her. Her earrings and one ear cuff are a matching set to Riri’s obsidian and diamonds she is wearing. “You found me! I had to make the riddle either super vague or super complicated to stump you. How did I do?” Riri walks up, taking Shuri’s face into her hands. With no hesitation Riri closes the gap kissing Shuri with so much passion. “You got me for about 20 mins.” Shuri is holding onto her lower back pulling Ri firmly into her body. Mmm “Perfect.”

“Dove this is beautiful. I love watching the stars.” Riri gazes up, still closely hugged, into Shuri’s chest. The stars almost danced as she watched them. Gazing at Riri Shuri answers. “You deserve the moon and the stars so here they are.” “Baby, how long did it take you to think of that line?” “Not long. No seriously I just recall you mentioning liking to stargaze out of your window. So I figured you would love to see them more clearly.”

Shuri remembered that from freshman year. It was a fun fact Riri told in an icebreaker game. Riri is feeling her body temperature rise. Romantic Shuri is doing it for her. Shuri guides them to the table for dinner holding out Riri’s chair and she kisses the exposed skin of Ri’s shoulder. The shorter girl swallows the moan back that almost escaped her lips. “Baby are we here alone? This is a busy night normally.” “The opening is delayed for us. I booked it months ago.” Months means as soon as they started dating. She just knew? Riri’s mind is racing. Holding out to hold Shuri’s hand Riri just wants to touch her.

“Babe you mean?” “Before we started dating actually. I had a plan to be with you no matter what this year.” That was it Riri could not hold it anymore, a moan escaped her lips so soft but it caught Shuri’s attention. Shuri’s eyes are now lower looking into Ri’s. She loves to hear Riri’s voice they learned that from the FaceTime sessions. “So this would have been? What? Our first date?” “Yes. You make me nervous Rihanna even now. So my plan was way more complicated and long game for sure. I like your plan better.” They laugh and ease up some of the tension which is building. “My plan was haphazard and reckless. Yet the results are good. It’s almost like science. Every genius is called crazy first.”

Shuri is feeling the tension build in her. Seeing Riri confident is like the most sexy thing ever to her. “Toast to you my crazy genius.” They eat a beautiful meal and dance body to body until their time is up. Rohan drives them back and the vibe is different. Shuri is stiff but she is running her hands up and down the exposed skin of her girl's thigh. The ride back flashes by as Shuri whispers loving comments in Riri’s ear as she slowly nips and bites at any exposed skin in reach.

Riri bites her lip until there is blood trying to quell the sounds she desperately wants to make. Leading them to the room Ri walks with her head high with her lover watching every movement of her body. Once they cross the threshold Shuri takes a moment to go to the restroom, she washes her hands very well and pulls off her jacket.

Stepping out for a moment she sees Riri struggling to unzip her dress. “Baby unzip me please.” The request is dominant but not harsh. It’s a fine balance that seems to be driving her nuts. Riri walks in front of her and that’s when her mind is placed into panther mode. She grips Riri’s throat from behind and kisses along her jaw to her lips, sticking her tongue into her lover’s mouth slowly. She turns Ri around to face her and slowly runs her hands down Ri’s body feeling every inch of her to remove the dress.

Ri bites back pulling Shuri’s lip into her mouth to suck it before she is lifted off of the ground with Shuri trailing kisses down her neck and chest carrying her to the bed. “Baby I can’t take it if you stop. Don’t stop.” Ri’s huffed voice eggs her on. Pulling Riri’s right nipple into her mouth she continues this time the block is all but gone. She will take the precautions but it’s past a point now. Shuri’s hands have been in the lower half of Riri the entire time but with het laying out on the bed she kisses lower and lower hooking her long nimble fingers around the waist of Riri's Fenty. Looking with hooded eyes she kisses and bites one hip and the other hip before she kisses right on Ri’s clit over the panties.

“Ssssshit you’re teasing me.” Her Princess pants out. “With her mouth now right above her panty line “Just…kiss…kiss…a…kiss…little”. Shuri licks onto Riri’s clit having pulled her panties out of the way. Ri grips onto whatever she can, she was not ready for the sensation and the slow pace is a little off putting so she tries moving. Shuri is mindful and matches the rhythm speeding up or down according to what Riri is feeling and they finally get it right.

Pants and moans fall from Ris mouth as Shuri works. “Baby this feels good but is is is there anything else?” Shuri sucks on the little bundle of nerves a few times before she slowly fills Riri with one of her fingers then a second for a comfortable experience. Ri is grateful she was breathing. This full feeling makes her close her eyes tight. Shuri kisses her eyes as she moves to meet a good pace and rhythm. “FuFuFuck Baby you feel good right there.” Shuri occupies her mouth kissing Riri's jaw low in her ear Shuri growls “I need you to cum for me.” The request is so outside of how Shuri talks it is jarring in the best way. “Yes…yes” Riri pants helping Shuri to slip deeper. Her fingers hit Ri’s spot. “Baby will you cum for me?” Shuri stokes with her fingers moving a touch faster and now deeper. Riri grips onto her body, almost digging into her.

“Yes!” Shuri tongue kisses Ri as the orgasm takes over. Ri is desperate to be as close to Shuri as she can. The kiss is a little wild but it mellows when Riri comes down from her high. In the moment Riri missed that Shuri was down to her bra and boxer briefs. Shuri’s back is fairly scratched. Also music was playing the entire time. Shuri sits up at the end of the bed and takes a moment. Riri follows her and kisses the fresh scratches hugging her body. “Talk to me.” Shuri smiles with no teeth being held. “Catching my breath.” Riri turns Shuri’s head to look at her. “Ok but then my turn?” Ri has moved her hands to Shuri's stomach and is biting her neck. Shuri moans nodding, she turns over for round two.

Riri takes over and Shuri shifts to be under her Girlfriend. Ri is kissing lower on Shuri’s body calculating how to please her. Shuri is gripping onto Ri’s hips grinding in a slight pattern that helps her think. Riri uses her mouth to keep exploring Shuri’s body, removing the remaining items. With a deep “Damn” Ri lines up their bodies and decides to make their clits to meet. In Shuri’s ear “Baby just let me move.”

Ri’s hips rock in a slow grind against Shuri creating the perfect pressure. Shuri moans Ri’s name running her hands on her spine and yanking her hair back as the pace speeds up. Breathless Riri talks. “Babyyy” Shuri keeps moving, meeting Riri’s pace as she feels the burning in her lower stomach. Riri is firmly holding on as she changes the angle of her body just a bit that causes Shuri to moan a bit louder on her skin which is now in her mouth. Riri wants to please so she pushes Shuri back to take more control. Pinning Shuri Ri licks and sucks along her collar bone as she pauses her hips. Shuri growls in pleasure in her ear. “Fuck ok Baby. Just move for me.” She does but mind numbingly slow that it actually has Shuri so close. The moment Shuri grips her ass Riri speeds up causing a cascade of words to fall from Shuri’s mouth as she cums. Riri kisses her jaw and lips. “Baby you came for me.” Nodding Shuri doesn’t have many words. They catch their breath for a while.

Shuri passes out first in Ri’s arms after they each come one more time. “Happy Valentine’s Day Baby.” Riri whispers as she drifts to sleep also. The satisfaction of tonight was worth the wait.

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Scout veterans goes skiing and snowboarding. Chaos happens going up and down the snowy slopes. Modern AU

this was fun -- thanks!

shenanigans on the snowy slopes

scouting veterans. modern au. 1875 words. read on ao3.

“I’m so ready to shred these slopes,” Auruo says breezily as he readies himself at the top of the slope. He pulls down his snow goggles and tosses what he thinks is a dazzling smile in Petra’s direction, but the ginger only rolls her eyes at him. Despite his cool demeanor now, he had been shaking with nerves the entire ride up the slope. Even at this very moment he trembles slightly although he would probably pass it off as not wearing enough layers. “I was born to cruise on these smooth, white slopes.”  

“Cruise?” Gunther repeats in confusion. 

“He read an entire dictionary of snowboarding lingo on the car ride here,” Petra explains to her friend. To Auruo, Petra asks, “Are you sure you don’t want to try one of the smaller slopes? You’ve never even been skiing before.”  

“I don’t need to start on the beginner slopes, Petra. I know how to ski,” Auruo says. He gestures towards the slopes with his ski pole. If he isn’t careful, he might poke his own eye out. “Skiing is in my blood. I’m in my natural element here.”  

Auruo flings one hand and one pole goes flying from his grasp across the hill. The rest of his friends peer over the hill and watch as it continues to tumble down. His friends are amused, although Auruo is much less so.  

“Shit!” Auruo shouts. He starts hobbling over towards the slope with only one pole but he missteps and falls on his backside. One of his skis detaches from his foot and tumbles down the slope along with another pole. Auruo, in complete despair, looks at his friends. He looks close to tears and his bottom lip is wobbling dangerously. “You guys!”  

Petra looks at him only somewhat sympathetically. “Did your book not prepare you for this scenario?” she asks. Even though it’s partially Auruo’s fault for not going on beginner’s slope as his friends had advised, Petra and Gunther still go over to help Auruo up. 

“Didn’t we ask you if your gear was properly secured?” Gunther says as he stoops down to check the strap of Auruo’s remaining ski. Once he’s checked that it’s tightly strapped on, Gunther gives Auruo’s boot a reassuring pat. “Don’t worry, Auruo. At least you still have your other ski.”  

“I can’t go down the slopes with one ski! What do I do?” Auruo wails. He looks desperately towards where his equipment has fallen. He looks ready to run down the slope and get them but the hill is steep and he’s sure to tumble down if he does. “I rented those! I need to get them back.”  

Eld notices Auruo watching him carefully. Out of the quartet, only Eld has a snowboard. Eld hops back away from Auruo, shaking his head and holding out a hand warningly. “No. We are not going to both ride my snowboard. Auruo, it’s your own fault that you’re in this mess. We told you to go on the bunny slope!” Eld says. 

“I didn’t want to go on the bunny slope! I wanted to go on this slope with you guys!” Auruo sniffles. He looks like such a sorry sight, sniveling with snot running down his cherry red nose. If he weren’t so terrified about losing his other ski, he’d probably be on his knees begging Eld right now. “Please, Eld! It’ll only be for one ride down to get my equipment and then I’ll go on the bunny slope. I’ll hold on tight and everything so it’ll just be like you’re riding with a really large backpack!”  

“More like a boulder,” Eld mutters as Petra and Gunther giggle at Auruo’s misery. He tries to ignore Auruo a bit longer, but he finds he can’t abandon his friend at the top of the hill crying his eyes out. Finally, he sighs. “Okay, but you have to hold on tight and do not under any circumstances let go.”  

Auruo stops crying immediately, his eyes lighting up with gratitude. “Absolutely, I’ll do it! Thank you so much, Eld! I owe you one.”  

“Remember to wear your helmet and adjust your goggles properly!” Gunther says, fussing after them and fixing their equipment to make sure everything is on securely. In the end, he follows them even though Auruo had insisted that just having Eld would be enough.  

Petra is watching Eld and Auruo struggle down the slope together and Gunther following close behind when Levi appears next to her. He leans over, following her gaze, although he can’t quite comprehend what is happening below.  

“What’s going on down there?” he asks.  

“Auruo dropped his ski equipment down the slope on accident and Gunther and Eld are helping him get it back,” Petra replies. She winces when she sees Eld and Auruo topple over midway, but they thankfully don’t roll down the slope. They just lie there in the snow as Gunther hurriedly stops beside them, pulling them up and brushing the snow off their coats. 

Levi sighs. “Did I see Eld and Auruo riding the same snowboard?”  

“Yep.”  

Levi shakes his head and then pulls down his goggles. “Alright, let’s get down there and help those idiots before they hurt themselves.” He starts down the slope in his skis with Petra following close behind him. 

On the same slope, Hanji and Moblit are watching the group from the top of the hill. Hanji has an expression of absolute delight while Moblit looks horrified. Even though Hanji hasn’t even opened their mouth yet, Moblit knows exactly what Hanji is thinking. 

“Hanji, I don’t think what they’re doing is safe,” Moblit warns, hovering around Hanji nervously. His hands are outstretched as if he wants to pull Hanji back from going down the slope at all. “I think we should just go down the slopes in skis or snowboards. You know, like normal people.”  

Hanji waves Moblit off. “Nonsense, Moblit. If Levi’s friends are snowboarding down the slope two at a time, what’s the harm in doing the same thing? Or, better yet, why don’t we just ride down the slope in this sled I brought? Don’t you think it would be absolutely thrilling to ride down such a beautifully steep slope in a bobsled? Don’t you think doing something like this just once would enhance our human experience?”  

Moblit thinks that doing something so dangerous just once would cut their human experience short, but he’s not sure how to present this reality to Hanji in a way that will make them understand. “I think,” Moblit says carefully, “that snowboarding or skiing may already enhance our human experience, especially since we should be snowboarding or skiing, not bobsledding down the slope.”  

“Oh, Moblit. If we always did what we were supposed to do, humanity never would have advanced as much as we have today,” Hanji says with another dismissive wave of their hand. They proceed to walk towards the edge of the slope, dragging their red bobsled behind them. They turn back go give Moblit a grin. “You can stay behind if you’d like and snowboard or ski to your heart’s desire. I’m going to live the fullest human experience.”  

Moblit scrambles as Hanji proceeds down the cliff without him. “Wait! Wait, Hanji, wait! I’m coming, too!” Moblit shouts before clambering onto the sled at the last second. He wraps his arms tightly around Hanji’s waist and squeezes his eyes shut, screeching the entire way down.  

Levi and his companions watch as Hanji and Moblit go zooming down the slope, Moblit’s screams echoing across the snow.  

“Wow, I’m glad I don’t look as dumb as that guy,” Auruo says. 

“I really don’t think you should be competing for ‘biggest idiot on the slopes,’” Eld snorts. “I’m confident you’d make the top three.”  

On the bunny slope, Gelgar is sniveling as he tries to navigate his way towards the bottom of the hill. It’s difficult for him to steer with his poles while trying not to trip over his own skis. Even children who have only been on the slope for the first time are speeding past him. Gelgar curses as Erwin and Mike pass him for the fifth time. Meanwhile, he has yet to reach the bottom even once. 

“How do you guys keep doing that?” Gelgar shouts at them. He’s closer to the bottom than he ever was, but he’s not sure he’ll get there before Erwin and Mike finish another round. 

“It’s just about letting loose and enjoying yourself,” Mike says, turning back to grin at Gelgar. The bastard can snowboard without even looking in front of him. 

“If you guys are so good, why don’t you go on one of the more advanced slopes?” Gelgar sniffs.  

“It’s like Mike said,” Erwin laughs. He and Mike wait at the bottom for Gelgar. “It’s good to challenge yourself, but sometimes it’s better to just enjoy life. Just cruising on these easier slopes is relaxing. You shouldn’t be so tense, Gelgar. Just relax and you’ll get to the bottom eventually.”  

Gelgar huffs, but he decides to try their advice just once. It’s difficult at first. His first instinct is to tense up his entire body as he slips down the slopes, but he lets his body relax a bit and respond to the curves and bumps of the slopes. Instead of constantly falling on his ass, he finds himself riding down the snow smoother than he ever had. He finally makes it towards the bottom, his eyes wide with amazement. 

“I did it!” he says incredulously. “You guys, I did it!”  

“That’s great,” Erwin says with a smile. “Just don’t forget to -”  

Gelgar slips past them and then falls on his face. 

“-stop,” Erwin finishes with a wince. 

“Good job,” Mike says, pulling Gelgar out of the snow and brushing the snow from his friend’s face. “You’re going to do an even better job next time.” 

“I never want to ski ever again,” Gelgar shivers before letting out a sneeze.  

Erwin pats Gelgar on the back and chuckles. He looks towards the slopes again and squints when he sees someone tearing up a flurry of snow on the most advanced hill. He lifts a hand to block the sun from his eye so he can get a better look. “Who is that? They’re doing an amazing job on the snow.”  

Both Gelgar and Mike look in the direction where Erwin is staring. Gelgar is staring openmouthed in amazement, but Mike’s lips stretch into a wide grin.  

“I have an idea of who that is,” he says. His hands sit on his lips and his gaze is almost proud as he watches the snowboarder fly down the slope effortlessly.  

The mysterious snowboarder reaches the bottom of the slope. Even though the bottom of the advanced slope is a ways away from the bunny slope, the snowboarder uses the remaining momentum from their latest run to glide all the way to where Erwin, Mike, and Gelgar are. The snowboarder takes off their helmet and reveals themself to be Nanaba, who shakes out her short, golden hair.  

“Are you guys going up for another round?” she asks with a grin. 

In response, Gelgar collapses on the snow with a loud groan.