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half-oz-eddie · 4 months

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One More Night Before I Turn Myself In

18+, Graphic Depictions of violence, mentions of abuse, fetishizing

Steve Harrington has had it up to his ears with Hawkins. He lost Nancy, his parents divorced and all anyone ever cared about was dumping their kids on Steve, with the big house and all the free time—no, fuck that. He needed to be somebody that could enjoy life somehow.

In the middle of the night, he got in his car with every intention of quietly disappearing from Hawkins for good. Not like anyone would miss him anyway—

He screamed when a dark figure slammed down on the hood of his car. He trembled as it made its way to the passenger’s side.

Oh. He sighed in relief. It’s just Hargrove.

Hargrove?!

Steve rolled down the window. “Whaddya want, Hargrove? I’m not in the mood for a fight.”

“Not here to fight, Harrington. Where ya headed?” He asked, leaning into the open window.

“Dunno. But I’m getting outta here.”

Billy pulled the door handle. “Open up.”

“Why?”

“C’mon just—“ he struggled with the door handle until Steve unlocked it and allowed him in. “Take me wherever you’re going.”

“What? No—“

“C’mon! Please? I need to get outta here for awhile.”

Since when was Billy the type of guy to say please?

“Ugh, fine.” He groaned. “But I don’t wanna hear any complaints.”

“I’m not gonna say shit.”

Steve took off in the silent night, driving past the Now Leaving Hawkins sign before Billy glanced over at him in the dim moonlight.

“No radio?”

“I thought you weren’t gonna say anything.” Steve snapped.

“Touchy.” Billy tusked. “Just saying. It’s too damn quiet. It’s creepy.”

“Fine.”

Steve turned on the radio, just as a breaking news story was broadcasting.

“—was shot and killed in his home—“

Billy reached over and changed the station, letting Hungry Like The Wolf play.

“You like this song, right?”

“Yeah, it’s…one of my favorites.”

“Cool.” Billy muttered.

They drove in silence for another 10 miles before Billy asked Steve to pull over so he could “take a piss in the woods.”

“Can’t you wait til we reach a gas station?”

“I can’t hold it.” Billy insisted.

“Fine. Go.” Steve pulled over and Billy jumped out.

He went behind the closest tree and Steve turned up the radio slightly, none the wiser to the sounds of Billy discarding something in the woods.

He returned to Steve’s car and the drive continued on.

Eventually Billy had fallen asleep, slowly waking up before sunrise.

“Where are we?” He asked in a groggy voice.

“Pittsburg, Pennsylvania.”

Billy stretched and sat up. “Why here?”

“It’s far from home and I saw an ad for a job here. I’m checking into a motel. What do you plan on doing?”

Billy shrugged. “Whatever you’re doing.”

“Hey, I said I’d drive you. I’m not carrying you along and taking care of you—“

“I didn’t ask you to take care of me. I can take care of myself. I have money for my own fuckin’ room.” Billy said matter-of-factly.

“Whatever, fine.”

They walked into the motel together and Steve requested two separate rooms.

“It’s cheaper if you double up.” The desk agent suggested.

They looked at each other then shrugged, agreeing to split the fees for a double room.

They each received keys to room 206 and stepped inside. Neither of them had any luggage on them so there was no need to settle in.

Billy claimed the bed closest to the bathroom, tossing his jacket on the chair and lying down on the bed. He turned on the TV and found an old movie to watch.

“It might be cheaper if we split for breakfast too.” Steve presented the idea.

Billy passed Steve a $5. “Get me a six pack.”

“You’ve gotta eat—“

“No. I don’t know how long I’m gonna be out here, or what I’m gonna do next, so I gotta save my money.”

Steve sighed, leaving the motel room without another word.

Billy fell asleep once more, springing up when Steve returned.

“I got your six pack, but I also got you some food.” Steve passed Billy a sandwich.

“…Thanks.” He reluctantly accepted.

They ate in awkward silence. They didn’t exactly like each other, or know what to talk to each other about. Deep down, they were both scared because of how foolish and impulsive they were being, but they didn’t want to discuss it at the moment.

“I’m gonna go and, uh…try to find a job. Want me to drive you anywhere?”

“No, I’ll just hang out here.”

“Suit yourself.”

Once Steve was gone, Billy decided to take a shower and go for a walk to clear his head.

But his head would never be clear after what happened. It still felt like a hazy nightmare. A nightmare that would never end.

He was so in his head, he didn’t realize that he’d been walking around aimlessly for hours.

When he returned to the motel, Steve was already there, this time, with lunch.

“Stopped at a KFC. Want some chicken?”

“Just a little.”

Steve passed Billy some chicken and a biscuit. They enjoyed it with some beers.

“So, uh…where’d you go?” Steve asked. “Sightseeing?”

“Something like that.” Billy answered vaguely.

“I um…I got a job. It’s at a uh…bowling alley nearby.”

“Congratulations, Harrington.”

“Thanks…”

The awkward silence returned. Steve felt like he had to tread carefully with Billy. He still didn’t understand why they were playing survivor in a motel room, or why they both decided to run away the same night—or why he agreed they’d do it together. Was Steve this desperate to not be alone?

Maybe so.

“Hey, do you like—wanna go to a club tonight or something? Get drunk, meet some hot girls, I dunno.” Steve laughed.

Billy glared at him before his expression softened with a snicker. “Whatever, sure.”

“Yeah?”

Billy shrugged. “You’re cooler than I thought, Harrington.”

“Sucks we got off on the wrong foot, right? But it’s not too late to start over.”

Unbeknownst to Steve, it was far too late for that. But just for tonight, Billy wanted to enjoy it.

Steve took Billy to a thrift store and they bought something affordable to wear for their night out, then found a nightclub.

They opened a tab, got some drinks in their systems and mingled with some girls, but oddly enough, felt more comfortable clinging to each other instead.

“You two look kinda cute together.” One of the women they met mentioned.

Steve emphatically shook his head and Billy waved it off. “O-oh we’re not—“

“We’ll pay you a hundred bucks if you let us watch you dance together.” The second woman proposed.

Was this like…some sort of fetish to them? Do they get off on seeing guys dance together?

“I mean, for a hundred bucks…”

Steve snapped his head in Billy’s direction. “What the hell? You serious?”

“What’s the problem? It’s just a dance. You scared?”

“I—no—whatever, c’mon.” He acquiesced, taking another shot before allowing Billy to drag him onto the dance floor.

They glanced over at the women who watched them, expecting a good show.

Billy pulled Steve close by his belt loops. “Just close your eyes and pretend I’m somebody else.”

“I don’t mind dancing with you.” Steve admitted. “It’s not like you’re—ugly—or something.”

Billy smirked and leaned into Steve’s ear. “Hey, Harrington…”

“Yeah?”

“Are you fuckin’ flirting with me?”

Steve pulled back to get a read on Billy’s expression, relieved to see a smile on his face. Maybe he’s just joking.

Steve began to shake his head, before smiling and shrugging.

Maybe Steve’s just joking too, Billy considered.

They let themselves relax and enjoy each other’s company, invading each other’s personal space, swaying and gyrating to the music, half hard cocks obviously felt against each other’s.

There was electricity coursing through them, and they found themselves liking this far too much. It had to be the alcohol, they both believed.

Billy leaned into Steve’s ear again as Steve’s hand made its way onto Billy’s ass.

“I’m horny.” Billy confessed.

“What do you want me to do about it?” Steve asked.

“Do you wanna do something about it?”

“Kinda, yeah. Is that weird?”

“No. You wanna go back to the motel?”

Steve’s cock was throbbing at this point. Of course he wanted to go back to the fucking motel.

Billy pulled Steve in the direction of the women, hand out for the payment.

“We’ll double it if you kiss.”

“Oh, that’s no problem.” Billy grabbed Steve, leading him in a sensual tongue kiss. Steve couldn’t resist the urge to grab Billy’s cock while Billy grabbed the back of his neck.

Fuck. He didn’t know what was in the air, or those drinks but Jesus Christ did he want to bring Billy back to the motel and fuck his brains out.

The women paid them their $200 and they took a taxi back to the motel.

They didn’t think, they didn’t discuss, they didn’t reconsider. Clothes were simply flying off at the door before they landed on Steve’s bed, Billy’s hand wrapped around both of their cocks as they kissed.

The night felt like a fever dream but the feeling of their cocks touching and the sensation of their tongues darting against each other’s reminded them both that this was real—for whatever reason it was happening. It was fucking happening.

“Have you ever done this before?” Billy asked, lips still pressed to Steve’s.

“Had sex? Mhm. Of course.”

“With a guy, Harrington.”

“No, but a hole’s a hole, right?”

Billy tusked. “You make me sound like a cheap whore.”

“Not cheap.” Steve corrected. “You’re definitely worth $200.”

They laughed against each other’s lips before their kissing resumed.

Billy continued to jerk their cocks until they were painfully hard. He loosened his fist and spat into his hand, rubbing it all over Steve’s cock.

“Fuck me.” He exhaled. “Don’t be a pussy.”

Steve positioned himself between Billy’s legs and slowly slid his cock inside.

“Oh fuck, you’re so tight.” Steve moaned, thrusting in and out and in and out. Faster, harder, rougher.

Billy had done this before, and didn’t mind that Steve was being so rough, but shit…his cock was massive, and he could feel every inch as he thrusted.

Steve didn’t understand anything except the feeling of his cock drooling inside a man’s tight asshole. And the man happened to be Billy Hargrove, who was as pretty as ever writhing beneath him.

He slowed down his thrusts, savoring their kisses, relishing in how incredible sex felt.

“I’m gonna cum.” Billy moaned out.

“Me too, holy shit. You feel so good.”

“Cum in me, if you like it that much.”

Billy’s invitation was just enough to send a rippling feeling down Steve’s spine as he came inside Billy, emptying himself inside his hole.

Billy soon followed, spilling out all over himself.

They stared into each other’s eyes, still in disbelief that they acted on their sudden attraction to one another.

—

They got cleaned up and slightly sobered up, then sat at the table, eating some chips.

“So…uh…I wasn’t sure—“

“Wanna hear something crazy, Billy?”

“I guess.”

“I think…” Steve chuckled. “Maybe this was meant to be. It just—all of it felt so right, didn’t it? I’m not saying we have to jump right into anything, but—“

“I can’t, Steve.” Billy deflated. “I can’t…we can’t.”

“O-oh I—“ He nervously laughed. “I wasn’t trying to be weird but—“

“It’s not that. Tonight was…great, but…I can’t because…I need to…turn myself in.”

Steve narrowed his eyes. “Turn yourself in…for what?” He warily asked.

“I got so fucking sick of…him…beating me and treating me like shit so…I went in his room…I got his gun, and while he sat at table reading the paper and waiting for dinner, I raised his gun to his face, and...” Billy pointed a finger gun at Steve “blam.”

Steve’s eyes widened. “Y-you…killed your father?!”

“And tossed the gun in the woods when we made that pit stop.”

Billy didn’t seem remorseful at all, but if he was indeed a victim, well, then Steve was willing to defend him.

“Hey, you’re a victim in this.” Steve comforted, holding Billy’s hand across the table. “I��m sure they’ll understand—“

“I shot him right in front of Susan.” Billy replied emotionlessly. “She would never speak up for me.”

“What about Max?”

“She’s just a stupid kid. It doesn’t matter what she says.”

“I don’t want—I don’t want you to go and spend the rest of your life in prison over someone who abused you.”

“Doesn’t matter. I can’t be on the run for the rest of my life.” He frowned.

“Let’s go to sleep and sort it out together tomorrow, yeah?”

Billy noticed how desperate Steve was for him to stay. Why, though? It didn’t make sense. It’s not like they were in love or anything. Sure, he liked the guy and felt this insane connection to him. And maybe Steve felt like Billy was the only familiar piece of Hawkins he had with him.

Whatever it was, it didn’t matter.

Billy couldn’t stay.

But for the night, he humored Steve. They talked, they cuddled in bed, and Billy let Steve fuck him one last time.

But this time, he was gentler, slower, and it felt like, maybe, Steve knew he’d leave in the morning, whether he wanted him to or not.

Which was true.

When Steve woke up the next morning, Billy was long gone. All he left behind was his watch and a note.

“Put some money on my books, pretty boy.”

#this has been in my drafts for like #a year idk #ivy.doc #caliscoops.doc

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shan0blight · 2 months

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I firmly believe in the head cannon that Todd Andersen loves horror movies in a creepy disturbing way but to further extend my view on this i propose that Todd not only LOVES horror but he loves gore movies even more!!

Like the movie tusk!! He loves the thrill and eeriness of it!!!! All the other poets find it very bone chilling 😭 but todd’s eyes are glued on the TV during movie night

#dead poets society #todd anderson #neil perry #charlie dalton #knox overstreet #richard cameron #stephen meeks #gerard pitts #ginny danburry #chris noel #john keating #movies #horror #dead poets headcanons #Todd is a horror movie lover

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mariacallous · 2 months

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US President Joe Biden confirmed on Thursday evening that a 24-person prisoner swap had taken place with Russia, in what would be the largest such exchange since the end of the Cold War.

Among the most notable of the 16 returnees to the West – four Americans, five Germans and seven Russian political prisoners – are Wall Street Journal reporter Evan Gershkovich, former US Marine Paul Whelan, opposition activist Vladimir Kara-Murza, a dual Russian-British citizen, and RFE/RL journalist Alsu Kurmasheva, a dual US-Russian citizen.

Going in the other direction were eight prisoners, excluding two minors, most notably Russian assassin Vadim Krasikov, who has been held in a German prison since 2019 for the murder of a Chechen exile in Berlin, and Pablo Rubtsov, also known as “Pablo Gonzalez”, who is believed to have been a GRU military intelligence agent posing as a Spanish journalist working in Poland, Ukraine and other former Soviet countries.

The prisoner exchange, which took place at Ankara airport, had been in the works for many months, according to multiple analysts. Indications that the swap was in the final stages came with reports that some of those released had been moved from where they were being incarcerated, as well as the speeding up of trials in Russia and Slovenia.

In Slovenia on Wednesday, two Russian deep-cover spies arrested in 2022, whose real names are thought to be Artem Dultsev and Anna Dultseva, pleaded guilty to charges of spying and falsifying documents in a court case held in private. The Ljubljana court sentenced them to time served in prison and ordered their immediate expulsion. The two minors in the exchange are thought to be their children.

Key to the swap was Germany’s reluctant agreement to release the hitman Krasikov, who was serving life for the killing of Georgian citizen Zelimkhan Khangoshvili in Berlin, a crime the judge called an act of “state terrorism”. The western prisoners, on the other hand, were widely seen as being sentenced in show trials on trumped-up charges.

On February 27, 2022, Polish authorities detained Rubtsov on the Polish-Ukrainian border and later charged him with spying for Russia. He had been detained in Poland ever since, reportedly spending time in solitary confinement.

ABW, the Polish internal security agency, claimed the man was carrying out operations to benefit Russia while posing as a journalist and was on his way to Ukraine when detained.

The man was a dual Russian-Spanish citizen, and, under the name of Pablo Gonzalez, he was working as a reporter for several Spanish media, including online newspaper Publico and TV station La Sexta. The fact he was arrested by the ultra-conservative Law and Justice (PiS) government lent some weight to arguments by his lawyer and wife back in Spain that he was arrested because of his “inconvenient” reporting. A campaign demanding his release was organised by international media groups such as Reporters without Borders, to no effect.

Christo Grozev, former lead Russia investigator for Bellingcat, had reported for The Insider in 2023 how Rubtsov allegedly gathered intelligence for Russia and tried to gain the trust of Russian opposition activists so he could report back on them. Grozev’s reporting was based on investigative work by a Russian independent outlet, The Agency. Among others, he had allegedly gotten close to and reported on Zhanna Nemtsova, Boris Nemtsov’s daughter, and people from her circle.

Donald Tusk, the ABW or any other Polish authorities had not made any public statement by the time of publication.

Until today, the largest prisoner swap since the Cold War was in 2010 and involved a total of 14 people, including Anna Chapman and Sergei Skripal, a Russian military intelligence officer convicted of spying for Britain, who was later poisoned by Russian agents in Salisbury.

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vindelllas · 2 years

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mars, ego death, and “b*mbofication” ❤️‍🔥

❤️‍🔥 heidi montag (popular y2k singer, mtv reality tv star, and model): dhanishta chandra and kuja amatyakaraka

💳 before we divulge further into the y2k b*mbo aesthetic, i think it is best to further divulge in the process’s meaning and origin. the aesthetic’s overall ditzy demeanor is symbolic of the benefits one receives from the absence of overthinking and prevention of needing to justify their behaviors and actions to others, especially those opinions who they do not truly value. thus, resulting in a jovial and advantageous attitude towards both themself and their life. the act of removing care, letting go, and radically surrendering to what comes and leaves in your life is an “ego death”. in engaging in abandoning care for frivolous occurrences and surrendering to the unknown, you are slowly encouraging ketu to enter your life, as he is said to have no head (thus, no ego, no face, no sensing, no thinking, or no expressions). a common misconception is that ketu denies, however ketu is not the embodiment of denial but rather indifference. this is why the house ketu resides in in your chart represents the aspects in your life in which you will remain indifferent towards, as you have already experienced the triumphs and tribulations of this house in a previous lifetime. in turning away from caring or indulgence, the item/person you once valued/desired now craves to win your attachment more. this is why individuals popular in this aesthetic seem to live unabashedly and frivolously and continue to receive bouts of wealth. in becoming a blank canvas or black hole (also linked to ketu), you are inviting the universe to bestow various paints (people or items) to adorn yourself with. this is ultimately why kuja (mars: the graha of rage, celibacy, determination, and power) needs to learn from the elderly presence of ketu (neutrality and disassociation) in order to abide in the graha’s naturally youthful energy.

❤️‍🔥 victoria’s secret angel’s bombshell campaign models: candace swanepoel: chitra surya and dhanishta chandra; doutzen kroes: dhanishta chandra conjunct kuja; josephine skriver: possible aries surya and kuja atmakaraka/amatyakaraka depending on time of birth; and lindsay ellingson: scorpio surya and potential chitra chandra

* note that the majority of vs angels themselves are influenced by kuja. the founder of vs (roy raymond) is an aries surya and dhanishta chandra atmakaraka as well

🪞 in addition to martian natives’ frequent adaptations of ketu’s care free attitudes, their frequently attractive looks are often what draws the adoration of the masses to them. this is because kuja is the son of bhumi (earth) and varaha (the boar). while i have detailed bhumi’s prevalence in depth in previous explorations, i will explore the relationship between the two deities here. bhumi, being the embodiment of the earth, is fertility and divinity. her iconography traces back to the beginning of the zodiac in aries (as she is often depicted with ashwini’s emblems of elephants and horses). her overall earthy nature and varaha’s ether elemental nature combines within the mrigashira, chitra, and dhanishta nakshatras. as each nakshatra lies in the zodiac transitional stage from earth to air (ex. taurus-gemini, virgo-libra, and capricorn-aquarius). this is because varaha was mythologized to have lifted the earth (bhumi) out of the cosmic ocean. the cosmic ocean is the container of amrita, immortality. in greek mythology, said immortality is said to be bestowed in the four horses of aries (the realm of bhumi). when the asura hiranyaksha (attacker, k*dnapper, and obstructor) stole bhumi and hid her in the primordial waters, vishnu appeared as varaha to rescue her. varaha slew the asura, and retrieved the earth from the ocean, lifting it on his tusks, and restored bhumi to her place in the universe. in a similar fashion, so too do the public respond to martian individuals. the majority of worshipping men wish to serve as each kuja woman’s varaha: saving her, idealizing her, lifting her up to the highest places in society. this is why uttara ashadha, the most masculine nakshatra, is symbolized by the similar tusks to that of aries and varaha. these tusks convey masculine power and leadership, in worshipping, adoring, and obsessing over these women, men are more called to feel powerful and energized, as evidenced by large, male-dominated corporations that are geared towards women (such as victoria’s secret).

❤️‍🔥 khloe and kim kardashian (both are considered american socialites, media personalities, businesswomen, and had heavily publicized s*x lives). kim: scorpio lagna conjunct kuja and chitra surya. khloe: mrigashira chandra, dhanishta lagna, and kuja amatyakaraka

🍹 whereas, it is often women who serve as asura hiranyaksha in the earthly plane, behaving as jealous or aggressive towards martian women (whether they are also kuja natives or not). this accumulation of ill will, whether subconscious or conscious, is often more harmful for the projector and not the attempted receptor. when a person chooses to become a blank canvas and chooses the impressions that may last upon them, they are able to choose to not receive or regurgitate the energy they do not align with. this usage of reflection is why kuja must learn from its proneness to accidents/tragedy and begin to reject said accidents/tragedy via reflection and indifference and not be consumed by them. this jealousy and projection is an extreme prohibitory measure in the female path. this act of feminine division is unknowingly engaging one’s rahu: the graha of difference and duality, as the aggressor/projector is dividing themselves from the martian woman (instead of being inspired and finding amrita within).

❤️‍🔥 emma roberts (actress known for her portrayal of a multitude of “exaggerated” mean girl characters in “scream queens”, “american horror story”, “wild child”, “we’re the millers”, etc.): dhanishta surya conjunct kuja and scorpio lagna

🛍️ in chinese practices, it is often said that when men frequently interact together in friendships, they tend to reduce their yang, individualistic nature around one another. when men are in the presence of women, they increase their yang, as varaha did with bhumi. whereas, when women frequently interact together, they increase yin in one another and garner greater beauty. this is due to the feminine, yin, watery nature of each other. the beauty and personality of a woman is said to be denoted by their chandra and kuja placements. this is why these grahas are used to analyze one’s behavior, nature, and qualities. thus, water signs are considered to be of 100% water, however the martian nakshatra’s are considered to be of a 1/4 water (with dhanishta being an exception and being 100% water, as it is designed to be the total, healed representation of martian energies). therefore, in positively engaging with martian individuals, who have some or all properties of water, one is heightening their prevalence of yin within the body.

❤️‍🔥 rachel mcadams (best known for her acting in romantic films and her iconic character in “mean girls”) and lindsay lohan (co-star in “mean girls”, popular y2k actress, and well-known star of the “b*mbo summit”. rachel: mrigashira chandra, scorpio surya, and chitra lagna. lindsay: mrigashira lagna, aries chandra, and kuja amatyakaraka

* note that the film was directed by tina fey (a chitra chandra and kuja amatyakaraka native and co-starred amanda seyfried (a scorpio surya and kuja atmakaraka/amatyakaraka native, depending on the exact time in which she was born) and lacey chalbert (potential dhanishta chandra)

🍒 the act of refusing to allow the jealousy and self-preservation to intrude your mind and put to rest your ego is considered a form of goddess worship. goddesses, such as the lakshmi-aspect bhumi, are infinitesimally beautiful than that of human beings. contrary to the principles of hate or jealousy many harbor against martian natives, people worship them and strive to embody that beauty themselves. in turn, they are gradually merging their image/beauty to align with her. if goddesses were regarded with the same envious treatment of most women on this earthly plane, we would be drastically divided from them. the more beauty one immerses themself in, the more your own physical vessel begins to beautify/purify, as water adds to water. this is why it is often said that you are the company you keep, you are the canvas, but who do you choose to hold the paint brush?

❤️‍🔥 jennifer aniston (one of the highest paid actresses of all time, frequent of 90s tabloids, and known for her portrayal of “rachel” on “friends”): chitra lagna conjunct kuja atmakaraka, scorpio chandra, and dhanishta surya

🎀 shri vidya states that beauty is equal to truth; that which is beautiful is aligned with harmony, rather than chaos or disorder. the more women allow beauty into our lives, contrary to meeting it with jealousy, the more they embody harmony and beauty itself. i am not saying all women are prone to jealousy, but it is often a feeling we all have experienced once or another. i am simply stating that we should always strive to bring ourselves closer to beauty, instead of attempting to demonize and mitigate it. beauty is exhibited in a multitude of forms other than the physical life form, from photography and painting to crocheting and engineering. i call women who are prone to jealousy to embrace other’s beauty cosmically and become inspired. this may be an act as simple as following along to someone’s makeup routine or looking to incorporate painting techniques from others into their self-portrait. inspiration is an essential part of the feminine existence, it illuminates the areas in life we can beautify and improve in in order to become more aligned with symmetry and harmony. in sanskrit, when you have a vision of a goddess, it is deemed as darshan. darshan occurs when one has pleased the deity through a certain amount of devotion (via prayer, mantra, etc.) and is aided by having a strong fire element (contrary to watery elemental nature of beauty itself, it is of ketu, the ultimate spiritual fire, relating to the power of vision and removing impurities in your perception, in order to see the truth). in engaging in jealousy, you are rejecting the goddess through the women around you, thus eliminating your chances of experiencing the great pleasure of darshan. you are rejecting inspiration, blessings, and overall beautification.

❤️‍🔥 marilyn monroe (the most popular s*x symbol of the 50s/60s, an emblem of the era’s s*xual revolution, and known for her comedic portrayal of “blonde bombshell” characters): dhanishta chandra and kuja amatyakaraka

🪐 according to dreamgirlarchive on here, popular symbols within this aesthetic include “designer sunglasses, playboy bunny necklaces, big watches, and silver everything”. interestingly enough, silver is said to remedy rahu, as if one is said to be facing the wrath of rahu, they are advised to drink water in a silver glass. in vedic literature, it is additionally advised to consume basil water within said glass. the water acts as a purifier, immersing oneself in kapha energies, primarily that of shukra and chandra, as they are correlated to this healing measure. the additional usage of basil is symbolic of kuja. botanist and physician nicholas culpeper (mrigashira chandra and kuja atmakaraka) noted that basil is an herb of mars and under the influence of the scorpion, referring to it as basilicon. europeans would place basil in the hand of their deceased loved ones to ensure safe passage to the next plain of existence. in consuming/adorning oneself in basil/kuja, they are granted immunity and immortality in the after life, similar to the aforementioned conquest of bhumi and amrita. additionally, the covering of eyes in the darkened, coal-esque color of ketu (sunglasses) mirrors the power of vision and its emphasis in ketu’s mythology and physical aesthetics (as many ketu natives have emphasized eyes). the emphasis of designer fashion (many fashion designers are uttara bhadrapada natives) and watches call to mind the teachings of rahu’s contemporary: shani. who counters the disassociation of ketu and correlates to denial for the promise of a greater future. as it is shani himself who is also considered to be healed by silver. this is why a popular designer in the y2k aesthetic, vivian westwood, is an uttara bhadrapada surya, and designed the popular saturn-shaped necklace titled: the mini “bas”.

❤️‍🔥 paris hilton (american media personality, socialite, businesswoman, and model): dhanishta surya conjunct kuja and scorpio lagna

🌱 additionally, throughout the images enclosed in this post, you might have noticed the prevalence of kuja amatyakaraka natives. mars amatyakaraka is deemed as making an individual fit for working in the army or line of defense. this placement additionally gives success in speed-oriented tasks. this makes natives especially gifted at dealing with an influx of tenacity and harmful projections from the masses and accumulating a countering army of a following/fan base. they are additionally keen at reflecting (as i spoke about previously). perhaps the most interesting nature of this placement is its gift of time/speed (shani). while their careers and fame may be quick to rise and accumulate accolades, natives of this placement must be weary and learn to pace themselves before shani humbles them. as evidenced by the frequent rises and falls of these natives’ careers and lives. overall, there is much we can learn from the women who popularized this aesthetic, attitude, and ideology: find inspiration in adoration and admiration; learn from the feminine beings around you to discover the goddess within; and, most importantly, understand that there are teachings to learn from all grahas (not just ketu, as evidenced by the involvement of shani, rahu, chandra, and shukra in the healing of kuja, despite them being considered “enemy grahas”).

❤️‍🔥 jayne mansfield (popular playboy playmate, titled “america’s sex symbol”, nightclub entertainer, actress/singer, and well-known aficionado of publicity stunts): dhanishta chandra and aries surya

— please take the time to list below whether my next post should be on the beauty of ashwini lagna or the beauty of swati lagna? i know i speak about beautification and femininity frequently and i can understand why i’ve received questions and messages asking me, kindly and not so kindly, to branch outside of this topic. however, as for the moment and the entirety of my account so far, this has been a great source of happiness for me. if that bothers you, i encourage to follow the multitude of others who provide vedic astrology-based content. i do appreciate all of the wonderful chances i have had to read everyone’s charts (i’ve received approximately forty orders since i began offering my services) and i appreciate everyone’s patience and kindness as i grow and refine my style. much like my posts, my readings are never truly shortened or condensed. so i apologize for their immense lengthiness and i am always open to further elaborate on what i mentioned (whether you received a reading from me yesterday or several months ago). simply shoot me an email and i will reply. additionally, my google email account appears to not be sending some readings due to their length. if you have not received yours by the receive date, please contact me via email so i can resend your reading. never feel afraid to ask, as you are most certainly entitled to receiving a product you purchased. long ramblings aside, i am so grateful for each and every one of you. i promise more nakshatra explorations are in store, i tend to heavily critique each post i make but there are plenty of drafts i may assure you all. i truly am so baffled at how there are thousands of people who want to read this blog. your prevalence, beauty, and kindness amazes me <3

❤️‍🔥 christina aguilera (actress and singer known for her immense vocal range and popularization of the y2k aesthetic): dhanishta lagna, kuja atmakaraka, aries chandra, and scorpio surya

**all of these placements were found using astrotheme/.com and/or astro-charts/.com. it is important to note that some chandra (moon) placements may be off by up to 6 degrees and lagnas (risings) as well, due to the fact that many websites do not have 100% accurate birth times for the given celebrities.

xoxo, angel 💋

#mars planet #vedicastrology #astrology #nakshatras #moon #rahu ketu #y2k aesthetic #y2kcore #beauty #bimbocore #aesthetic

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ghosts-and-glory · 2 months

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I'm on a horror movie binge rn. Lmao I'd like to ask: what do you recommend? What are your favorites? (The one I'm watching currently is so mf boring but I'ma see it through)

I know I said I’m a film buff on Instagram and I know you saw it and I almost feel I HAVE to clarify that some of my tastes are like objectively bad. I like DARKSTAR (1974) But boy do I have recommendations.

Animated

9 (2009) It’s number 2 on my list of faves. Very very good movie

Mad God (2021) Absolutely a visual masterpiece, kinda lack plot, more vibe based.

The House (2022)

It’s a classic for a reason

The Exorcist (1973)

The Thing (1982) My all time favourite movie

The Conjuring (2013)

Parasite (2019)

Nope (2022)

Silence of the Lambs (1991)

The Mist (2007)

Not a horror but still disturbing

Schindler’s List (1993) Had to watch it in two sittings cause I felt sick

Seven (1995)

American History X (1998)

Pan’s Labyrinth (2006) Another movie I just personally love

Mid teir but I was entertained

Barbarian (2022)

Talk To Me (2022)

The Taking of Deborah Logan (2014)

Hereditary (2018) I’m sorry I laughed through this movie. The ending is really funny tho.

So bad it’s good

The Texas Chainsaw Massacre (1974) Only slasher I like and I fucking love this movie.

The Invisible Man (2022) One of my favourite bad movies

Grimcutty (2022) Watched with family and lost our minds

Hell house LLC (2005)

The Decent (2005)

Tv show honourable mentions

Guillermo del Toro's Cabinet of Curiosities (2022) It’s a anthology and very very good

Midnight Mass (2021)

The Fall of the House of Usher (2023)

From (2022) Kind a thriller but the gore fucks so hard.

Hight On My Watch List

Movie I wanna recommend cause I’ve heard really really good things but have yet to get my hands on.

As Above So Below (2014)

Come and See (1986)

Skinamarink (2023)

Gonjiam: Haunted Asylum (2018)

If I think of more I’ll add them. Unfortunately I don’t really have any hidden gems, most of these are relatively mainstream. It’s probably cause my memory is shit and it’s either movies I watched recently or movies that really stuck with me.

If I’m missing a mainstream movie it’s probably just because I don’t like it or haven’t seen it. I’m sorry I don’t like midsommer or the witch, I think they’re boring and not really scary. I also mostly cut movies that are horror comedies like Tusk or Cabinet in the Woods, even tho I like them haha. And I don’t really watch/ like slashers, sorry Saw and Scream movies.

I also want to mention that some movies have more triggering content ie sa and animal death. I highly recommend websites like “Common Sense Media” and “Does the Dog Die” for relatively spoiler free trigger warnings for a comfortable horror experience.

#my post #ask

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justsomerandomfanfic · 1 year

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Hot Summer Night - Sam Drake X GN Reader

Title: Hot Summer Night

Sam Drake X GN Reader

Additional Characters: Nathan (Mentioned), Elena (Mentioned), The roommates; Rick and Brendan

Requested by @bluewingedangel!

WC: 4,967

Warnings: Tension, sweat mentioned cause it's hot out, pinning, Uncharted canon violence mentioned, cursing, reality tv mentioned, video games mentioned, Sam being a cute gentleman cause he's in love, teasing, slight suggestiveness, taunting, the roommates have a sneaky suspicion, awkwardness, anxiety, fear of rejection, smoking mentioned, flirting, Rick is a danger to electronics, dare kiss, awkward confession, alcohol, Reader and Sam are drunk, #concent, hangover mentioned, slight angst, and fluff

It was hot. Too hot. One of your roommates accidentally broke the AC, and in a matter of half an hour, the entire apartment was hot. Sweltering... Yeah, that's a better word for it. You were sweating buckets, and it didn’t help that it was already a very hot day in the middle of the summer. You slouched on the couch, eyes half-lidded as you fanned yourself with a Dollar Store fan; Your shirt and shorts sticking uncomfortably to your skin. As you do this, the fan above you begins to make some strange noises. It was making a sort of buzzing sound. You furrowed your brows at the noise. The fan was old, it made noises all the time, and it didn't help that the apartment was old too.

You ignored the soft footsteps that wandered out from the hall, your brain half-processing the sound of one of your roommates, Brendan, walking into the kitchen and opening the fridge.

"God," He whined, "Why is it so hot in here?"

"Brendan, you know Rick broke the thermostat. You're not gonna get much more AC in here than what you can get outside." You said in a monotone voice, staring at the tv as Tom And Jerry played.

Brendan sighed, shutting the fridge, "Where is Rick?" He asked, wandering around to the couch, fanning himself with his hand as he watched the tv.

"I don't know..." You turned up the sound on the tv, "And I don't care." You leaned back against the slightly wet cushion, "Besides, he's committed treason, breaking our AC." You muttered, and Brendan pursed his lips.

"Alright… Where's Sam?" He then asked, and you rolled your eyes, glancing from the tv to the floor.

"He's at the corner store, getting ice cream." You continued to mutter, biting your lip.

Brendan let out a laugh, crossing his arms, "Well, he better hurry up, or that ice cream will be liquid once he gets back." He spoke, before heading back to his room.

You let out a breath, shifting slightly in your seat. At the mention of Sam, you felt a familiar heat creep into your cheeks and ears. Sam was... Perfect. In every possible way. Even if sometimes he could be a little... Well, abrasive about certain things. He was still sweet, caring, and funny... You loved his brown hair and his brown eyes, you loved the small dimples that would appear when he smiled and the way his lips curled upward whenever he saw you. You loved him in all ways imaginable, but you were scared. Scared to admit your feelings for him, scared that you would ruin everything between the two of you. That was just a fear you couldn't shake off, no matter how hard you tried.

Sam was your best friend and had been for years after he got out of prison. You met him after his adventure to find the Tusk of Ganesh, ultimately accidentally joining him in another adventure to find the Goblet of Judgment in Madagascar. You remembered it as if it happened yesterday. One minute you were just minding your own business, and the next you were in the back of a Jeep, ducking from bullets. Once safe, you finally met Sam, who was driving the Jeep. Your first impression of Sam was that he was pretty charming, yet cocky, and you both hit it off, funnily enough. After that, you two became inseparable. You'd sometimes join him on treasure hunts, he'd take you out to dinner after most of them, and at some point, the two of you even got an apartment together; where you met your two other roommates, Brendan and Rick.

Hearing the door open, you glanced over to see Sam enter the apartment with two grocery bags in his hands. He kicked the door closed, placing the bags on the ground as he took off his shoes. Grabbing the bags, he glanced over to you, his eyebrows furrowing at how loud you had the tv. "You know, you'll go deaf if you keep that thing going," He said as he passed you to get to the kitchen, and you shrugged.

"So what?" You said, continuing to fan yourself. "The volume is good, I'm comfortable."

Sam chuckled slightly, knowing it was too hot for anyone to be comfortable, shaking his head and beginning to unpack. You heard him set his bags down on the table, before opening the fridge and putting the food away. He then walked over, looking at you, to the tv, and back to you; with a smile on his face.

"How have you been since I left?" Sam asked, and you sighed dramatically.

"How do you think I've been?" You asked, too tired to even roll your eyes, "It's too hot."

"I know," Sam replied, sitting down next to you, his arm resting on the back of the couch behind your head, "Have you tried fixing the AC?" He asked and you let out a huff.

"You think I can fix that damn thing? No. We're doomed to forever swelt until we melt." You replied, letting your head fall back onto the couch.

Sam hummed, admiring you before speaking, "Want ice cream?" He suggested, rubbing your shoulder gently, even his touch warmed you, but you had no heart to push him away; no matter how hot it was, "Maybe that'll cool you down." You groaned again.

"Not cool enough." You mumbled, and you heard Sam chuckle.

"Man, you're so hot when you're hot." He teased, making you cross your arms, hoping he didn't notice how much his words and touch got to you. "Well then," He reached forward, brushing your sticky hair out of your face, "I'm going to get you a cold rag and us two some ice cream." As he got up and left for the kitchen again, you let out a silent sigh. This man was going to be the death of you.

~~~

It was half past nine, the moon was high in the sky and the air was still thick with humidity. All four of you were sprawled out on various pieces of furniture throughout the living room. You and Sam were slouched on the couch while Rick lay stretched across the recliner. Brendan sat crisscrossed, on the beanbag.

"How are you not dying?" You asked Sam, eyes raking over his attire; a plain t-shirt and gray sweats, and only a light layer of sweat on his brow.

"Yeah, man," Rick spoke, holding a cool can of soda on his forehead. "How are you not dying?"

Sam shrugged, his arms crossed behind his head, "I've traveled the world in the hot sun for years, I guess my body's just used to it."

You pouted, glaring at the ground as you mimicked him in a low voice, “I guess my body's just used to it. I hate you.” You said half-heartedly, as Sam just smirked, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh, you love me.” He teased you, as you let out a dramatic sigh, as he continued to speak, “It’s true though, after a while your body just gets used to the heat to a degree.” At the word, 'body' you couldn't help but glance over at Sam, biting your lip as your eyes roamed over his muscular frame. Sam caught you staring and gave you a grin. "What're you looking at?" He questioned, raising an eyebrow. You blushed, turning your head away quickly and clearing your throat.

"Nothing." You replied, and Sam snorted. "Just that I can't believe you're not dying. No matter how much you galavant in hot forests for treasure, you can't not be dying."

Sam didn't reply, only smirking as he gazed at you for a moment longer before looking at the tv. Sam had to look away before he got caught staring at you, though, because there was no telling if Rick or Brendan noticed. Brendan did seem to notice something though, as he looked toward Sam and raised an eyebrow. But Sam ignored him, his mind drifting back to you.

Sam loved you, and there wasn't any doubt in his mind that he did. He had come to terms with the realization a long time ago, almost four years, and there was this constant craving to hold you close and whisper sweet nothings into your ear. But he wanted to do this right, and take his time. You weren’t like the other relationships he has had in the past. You were one of a kind. But he had a lingering fear, he was scared that if he did tell you that he loved you, he would lose you forever. And he knew if that happened, nothing would be what it used to be. The both of you would be awkward and uncomfortable around each other, and you probably wouldn't talk to him ever again.

Sam tried to ignore his fears, knowing that he was probably overreacting, so he just sat back, thinking about when he first met you. Remembering how your hair moved in the wind as you dramatically waved your hands in the air as you spoke, demanding he’d tell you why those men were shooting at him. Sam knew you would become a huge part of his life, even though he had met you minutes before, after he had saved you from crossfire; you being a victim of 'wrong place, wrong time'. He knew. And Sam was right. In the end, you joined Sam on his treasure-hunting adventure, and during that adventure, Sam had grown closer to you, and vice versa.

On the adventure, you both got to know each other. You find out he had a younger brother, Nathan. Even though the adventure for the treasure only lasted another couple days, in the end, both you and Sam felt as if you had known each other your entire lives; a friendship quickly bloomed. During the trip, you find out just how charming Sam really was, his constant flirting and sense of humor sent butterflies erupting in your stomach and you couldn’t hide the smile that would end up on your face. Sam felt as if he finally found someone who understood him, besides his brother. Someone who didn’t judge him or make him feel bad about his past; someone who he felt that he could trust wholeheartedly.

You spent nights in crappy motels, Sam retelling stores from his past adventures and all the artifacts he found or tried to find. He even told you about Captain Avrey, and he couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride and warmth when he looked over at you, seeing how enraptured you were by the story; he had your full attention, even more so when he showed you the coin. Sam never stopped impressing you, he was incredibly smart, knowing more languages than you did, and he had such a heart of gold. You were so captivated by the man before you as he retold his adventures or the meaning behind that bird tattoo. You thought he was incredible, and you were lucky enough to call him a friend.

And a great, amazing friend he was. You’d do everything together, as said before. You’d sometimes go out to eat together, or go to clubs or bars for a drink. On slow, calm weekends, you would both go on walks around the nearby parks, feeding ducks when you could. As the seasons of Spring and Summer came and left, and Autumn made the leaves fall, you would both make pumpkin pie or play Crash Bandicoot. And when Winter finally came, you’d go out in the snow, Sam reluctantly building a snowman with you; but secretly he loved making you happy.

No matter where, you went everywhere, and did everything together. (You even tried ice skating together, and watched in awe and envy as Sam glided gracefully on the ice while you waddled like Bambi).

And at his brother and sister-in-law’s party, Sam knew that he was in love with you. He watched as you spoke with his brother, getting along great with him, it was all he ever wanted; his best friend getting along with his brother. And that made Sam fall harder than he already had. It was like he was in slow-motion, tunnel-vision, as you wandered around the party. He was lost in thought, watching as you held a glass of champagne, taking sips as you talked with someone Sam didn't quite catch. He was pulled from his thoughts as you turned towards him, giving him a small breathtaking smile from across the room before returning to the conversation. Sam felt his heart skip a beat and his breath hitch; he didn't realize how deeply in love he really was with you until that night.

~~~

Rick pushed down the recliner, sitting up with a sigh, "We should do something." He spoke up, glancing between his two friends before settling his gaze on you, "Something besides sitting here and watching bad reality TV."

"Hey," You protested, glaring over at your friend, "Bad reality television is not bad reality television. It's a classic! Plus, it's better than whatever crap comes on Netflix these days."

“Except Wednesday.” Brendan commented, and you smiled giving him a high five in agreement. "And, Rick," Brendan continued, "I like Sister Wives." He jutted out his bottom lip.

Rick rolled his eyes, shrugging his shoulders in response to Brendan's statement, and you shook your head. "Whatever. What do you suggest we do then?" Rick asked.

Brendan paused for a moment, "Well, maybe we could all grab a bite at Mcdonalds'?" He suggested, and Sam sputtered a laugh.

"Yeah, no, I don't think so. I didn't spend an hour in that damn heat grabbing groceries just to go out again and get hot food." Sam spoke and you glanced at him, raising an eyebrow.

"I thought the heat didn't bother you anyway?" You asked and Sam nudged your arm.

"You know what I mean." He spoke, looking over at Rick and Brendan, "Besides, I bought enough food for salad."

"Well, I am not hungry." You spoke up, moving the slightly warm wet rag on your neck, "I'm too hot to eat." Sam nudged you again, gaining your attention to wiggle his eyebrows, making you huff and nudge him in the arm back.

"We should play a game," Rick spoke, and you grabbed the remote, pausing the show.

"What do you suggest then, Ricky?" You asked, "And it better be a good suggestion. I am this close to jumping into a cold shower." You spoke, pinching your pointer finger and thumb together.

"I'd love to join you." Sam teased, making you give him another hard swat on the arm, which made him cackle.

"Shut up." You said, throwing the damp cloth at him, and you saw him dodge it easily; the rag landing on the floor.

"Anyways, we could play Mario Kart," Brendan spoke up, leaning forward.

"Nah, we can't, remember? Rick broke the XBox." You spoke, "Because Rick hates us and loves breaking things."

Sam nodded, agreeing, "Just to spite us." He tutted.

Rick placed a hand on his chest, feigning offense, "Excuse me, I have a heart, you know! It was an accident."

"Fine, what about truth or dare?" Brendan suggested, and Sam rolled his eyes.

"What are you? Five?" Sam asked and Brendan groaned, shaking his head.

"Yeah, we playing or what?" Rick asked, only for no one to respond.

After a few beats of silence, you stood. "I'll get the drinks."

"I'll make the salad," Sam spoke, following you to the kitchen.

"And I'll turn on some music," Rick spoke, grabbing his phone, and Bluetooth it to the speaker.

"No musicals, Rick!" Sam called out from the kitchen, and you chuckled.

Rick scoffed, "That's not fair."

~~~

An hour into the game, you, Sam, and Rick were as drunk as skunks. From the game so far, Sam was dared to chug the rest of one of his beers in less than three seconds, Rick confessed that he really liked The Powerpuff Girls, Brendan confessed that he really wants to start a family someday, and you were dared to eat a giant spoonful of ice cream until you got a brain freeze. Your cheeks were flushed, and your eyes were closed, you could feel yourself slowly slipping away, hearing the sound of Brendan and Sam laughing after Rick dared him to lick the bottom of his shoe. Rick didn't do it, but he was pretty close to it.

"Wakey wakey, sleeping beauty." Sam teased, poking your cheek gently, and you shot upright.

"Huh? What? Where are we?" You mumbled, sitting up on the couch, as Sam took another sip of his third or fourth beer.

"Still at home, sweetheart. Playing this god-awful game."

Rick let out a laugh, twirling the empty beer bottle on the ground, watching it spin as it slowly landed on Brendan. Rick turned to Brendan, giving him a tipsy smile, "Truth or dare, Bren?"

"Truth." Brendan responded, glancing over at Rick, who began fiddling with his shirt buttons, feeling hotter and hotter.

"Who do you like best in this room?" Rick asked as Brendan furrowed his eyebrows.

"Um, what? Who do I like best?" Brendan asked and Rick nodded. "Well, I guess I like Y/N best." He spoke, making Sam and Rick frown as you fist-bumped the air. "What?" Brendan raised an eyebrow, "Y/N didn't break the AC, and Y/N didn't forget to start the washer." He spoke, glancing at Sam who took his turn to foreign offense.

"That was one time!"

"Alright, alright, Brendan, spin." You waved a hand towards the bottle, as Brendan reached out to spin it. Watching the bottle spin around, your eyes widened as you realized where the spinning was going. As soon as the bottle stopped spinning, it landed on you, pointing to you. Your jaw dropped open as you looked down at the bottle. You turned your head towards the boys, seeing their smirking faces, and laughed. "Okay, okay, please, go easy on me?" You pleaded and Brendan smiled and shook his head, laughing at your reaction.

"So, truth or dare, (Y/N)?" He asked, turning his body towards yours.

"Dare." You answered, placing your hand on your forehead, pretending you were about to faint.

"You say go easy, eh? I dare you..." He trailed off, staring at you for a second as he pretended to think. You waited patiently, waiting for him to come up with something, "To kiss someone."

Your eyes widened, and you stared at him for a moment. "What?" Your heart stopped. Was this really happening? Had you heard him right?

"Kiss someone." He repeated, grinning widely as he leaned closer, resting his elbows against his knees. You blinked once. Twice. Three times.

You bit your lip, side-glancing towards Sam briefly before surging forward to press a blink-and-you'll-miss-it kiss to Sam's cheek. Sitting back in your seat, you tried to ignore the 'oohs' as Rick spoke.

"Why didn't you kiss me?" He asked and you rolled your eyes, trying to ignore the feeling of Sam's eyes on you.

"Sam didn't break the AC." Your answer only made Brendan point at himself.

"What about me?" He asked and you huffed.

"Sam didn't dare me to kiss someone." Your reply was short and simple, making the two boys frown.

Rick glanced over at Brendan briefly, raising an eyebrow before he over-dramatically yawned, stretching his arms high in the air. "Well, I am pooped, so I'm gonna hit the hay." He said, standing up.

"Me too," Brendan said, standing up as well and heading for his room, "See you guys in the morning." He gave you a small wave and disappeared down the hall.

Sam stayed seated on the couch, his eyes still trained on you as you shifted uncomfortably under the weight of his stare. You cleared your throat, trying to make eye contact. "I... Uh, I'm sorry about that. I should've asked you first before just- ah- doing that." You muttered, averting your gaze from Sam and towards the floor, your hands in your lap nervously.

Sam snapped out of his daze, clearing his throat, "No, uh, it- it's fine. Just a game." He spoke and you nodded, letting out a sigh of relief.

"Just a game." You mimicked, agreeing.

It was quiet for a bit, just the two of you listening to the music playing through the speakers as you both drank. Slowly the awkwardness sizzled away, and you and Sam began to talk again, just about everything and anything. You giggled, placing a hand over your mouth after Sam told you a funny story about Nathan. The liquid courage was flowing through your veins, helping you forget how nervous you were, allowing you to gain the courage to sit basically hip to hip with Sam on the Old Navy couch. Sam's arm was wrapped across the back of the couch like earlier, his fingers brushing through strands of your hair playfully as he drank his beer in his other hand. His own cheeks were flushed, a grin on his face as he gazed down at you. You returned his smile, resting your head against his shoulder, causing him to shiver slightly even though it was still ungodly hot.

"Truth or dare?" Sam then suddenly asked, making you smile slightly.

You let out a small laugh, "Truth or- Sam, the game's over." You slightly slurred your words. "Besides, it's my turn."

Sam licked his lips slowly, thinking hard before he just shifted in his seat, facing you with a determined expression, "Fine," His voice was soft, "Truth." He answered, making you laugh as you shook your head,

"Sammy, I didn't even ask you." You laughed out, nudging him teasingly.

Sam shrugged, smirking down at you, "Too late. Truth."

You sighed with a grin, "Fine, are you gonna stop smoking?"

He nodded, looking away, "Uh... No?" You frowned slightly,

"Sam." You said quietly, glancing over at him with pleading eyes. "It's bad for you. You gotta stop."

"Don't tell me what to do, sweetheart." Sam retorted teasingly, trying to laugh off his sudden nerves.

"Sam." You warned him.

"Come on, it's hard." He argued.

"Oh, I know, Sammy." You pouted. "But you have to quit, Sam. It will kill you." You stated simply.

Sam pursed his lips as he stared at you, grabbing his beer, he spoke before taking another sip, "I'll think about it... Only for you." And just like that, you were in a fit of giggles. "Okay, okay," Sam chuckled at your state, his own mind rather dazed and fuzzy as he reached over to pull you closer to him, making you groan and push at his side slightly.

"Ew, sweaty man, gross." You complained with a giggle. "And gross, I can't breathe with you pressed all over me like this."

Sam just laughed as he continued holding you close to him, nuzzling the top of your head lovingly. "We're already sweaty, babe, why not be sweaty together?"

You smiled up at him, booping his nose as you spoke, "You're gross but it's your turn." You tried to reach for another beer but couldn't reach, opting to just give up with an annoyed huff.

Sam chugged the rest of his beer, his head feeling light, as he let out a small laugh, "Truth or dare?"

You giggled, rolling your eyes, "Truth?" You guessed.

"If I kissed you right now… Would you kiss me back?" Sam suddenly asked, his deep voice rumbling through his chest. You blinked, once... Twice, until you tilt your head towards Sam, confused. Either you were so drunk your mind was playing tricks, or Sam really did ask that.

"What?" You asked, feeling yourself slightly sober up, as your mind raced and your heart started beating faster than a hummingbird.

"Would you kiss me back?" Sam repeated softly, almost shyly as his brown eyes met yours. You felt your cheeks heat up as you swallowed thickly, licking your dry lips.

"Yeah..." You breathed and you could see Sam's breath hitch at your response. "But you're drunk Sammy. Hell, I'm drunk." You added with a chuckle, trying to ease your pounding heart.

Sam leaned in closer to you, making you close your eyes as his lips gently brushed against your own. "Y/N." He whispered, almost pleading.

You let out a shaky sigh, your nose brushing against his again as you reached up to place your hands on his stubbly cheeks. "I would love to kiss you, Sam." You spoke as you felt him grin, "But, I'm scared." You whispered, your eyes memorizing every line and freckle on his face.

He pulled back slightly, opening his eyes, "Of what?" He asked, his warm breath hitting your cheek and you smiled at his closeness.

"That if I kiss you, it would end up being a one-time thing." You explained, looking into his chocolatey brown eyes. "I know that you have had many... Relationships... And I know we have been friends for years... I don't want to mess this up..." You let out another shaky breath, "I don't want my heart to break." You admitted.

Sam closed his eyes, nodding slightly as he took a few seconds to think about it. "Well," He licked his lips, looking at you. "I promise I won't break your heart, Y/N," Sam assured you and you looked up at him, biting your bottom lip as you studied the way his eyes seemed to sparkle. Your thumbs traced the lines of his jaw, watching as his Adam's apple bobbed along with his swallow. You watched his lips part and his teeth gnaw on them before he spoke. "I- I love you, sweetheart." He confessed, making you gasp softly, your eyes wide open as you processed his words. Sam noticed your reaction and instantly regretted saying it, "Damn it, I shouldn't-" Before he could finish his sentence, you moved your hands to grab his brown t-shirt, leaning in and pressing another kiss to his cheek, his eyes fluttering shut when you broke apart.

You kept your forehead against Sam's, closing your eyes as you let out a sigh of relief, "I love you too, Sammy. So much." You murmured softly. Sam opened his eyes and grinned. "But we're really drunk. So, how about in the morning we talk about this further?" You asked, a playful grin on your face.

Sam chuckled softly, shaking his head, "Sounds good to me." He spoke, his big hands covering yours.

~~~

The next morning, you immediately cringed, the sun shining through your windows as you stretched your limbs out on the bed. Your mind was thumping painfully, the hangover making itself known. After drinking the whole night and staying up talking with Sam, you eventually fell asleep, your head resting comfortably against Sam's chest. All you could remember was the truth or dare game and Sam's confession. You didn't remember walking to your room, so you guessed Sam had brought you to bed, which made you smile.

Trying to ignore your headache, you let out a dreamy sigh. Your entire being felt giddy as you played over the hazy confession of Sam's. He loves you... Sam loves you! This was a huge weight off your shoulders, and you couldn't help but feel so happy at your realization. Getting up, you walked out of your room, sighing in relief as the AC kicked on. Sliding into the kitchen, you found Sam cooking at the stove, making a late breakfast. You leaned against the doorway, letting your eyes rake over him, feeling your heart skip a beat at the sight. God, he was so beautiful, you thought with a blush. You watched him cook for a moment longer before you cleared your throat, startling him slightly as he turned around and gave you a gentle smile.

"Morning, gorgeous." He greeted you softly, sliding water and ibuprofen over to you.

You smiled in thanks, swallowing the pills and drinking the water. "Morning, Sammy." You replied.

Sam gave you a soft smile, leaning back against the counter as he looked down at you, "So... Last night?" He queried with raised eyebrows.

You bit your lip nervously, "Yeah?"

"Well, you sleep alright?" He asked, trying to calm his racing heart as you nodded with a small shy smile.

"Uh, yeah, yeah. Slept well." You chuckled softly, and Sam nodded.

"Well, good, good. Uh, yeah... That's good." He stumbled slightly over his words. He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, giving you a nervous smile.

You walked over, standing before him with a smile, "Sam, you're staring."

"Can you blame me?" He mumbled, chuckling slightly. You grinned mischievously, as Sam reached up and cupped your cheeks, pulling himself down so he was at eye level with you.

"No." You whispered as he leaned forward, capturing your lips in his. You eagerly reciprocated and kissed back, deepening it as you wrapped your arms around his waist. One of his hands reached out and ran through your hair, tugging at a strand as you moaned into his mouth, your body leaning against his as you kissed. Eventually, you pulled away for air, panting heavily and grinning happily as you looked up into Sam's dark eyes. "You stink." You chuckled, laughing at how he pouted at your comment.

"I love you too." He teased, kissing your forehead gently.

You rolled your eyes playfully, leaning your head into his shoulder, and wrapping your arms around his neck. "I know." You said with a smug look. You shut your eyes, snuggling your chest into his chest, becoming engulfed in his smoke and sweat scent. It was nice... Comfortable. It was so Sam. The smell comforted you. "I love you too."

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ARM-WRESTLER

Chapter Seven

A Heart As Cold As Ice

Master Post

York and Grendan met Granny Skully outside in the busy yard. She was checking the old-style rope and bone workout equipment. She looked over when they approached.

“Good.” She said. “A young prince should be out here every morning.”

She stood with Grendan and observed York’s form with a critical eye. She was happily yelling corrections to everything she could think of within minutes. Grendan bit his lip. It looked like York might pop.

Well, it seemed like if they fought, it would be pretty consensual on both sides. Still, he was a peaceful dwarf. “So, Granny Skully!” He said, leaning between them. “Granny, please give me a history lesson!”

“Hmm? But you aren’t actually paying!~” She cackled at Grendan’s fallen expression. “There, there. I’ll humor you. What shall I tell you about...”

“Ah, here, sit. I’ll tell you about orcish gruk shak.” York barked a laugh from the log lifting station.

“Shak’d a lot of gruk in my day.” he said proudly.

Granny kissed her tusks at him. “Your generation and it’s slang, huh! You’re misleadin’ your dear friend here. What if he picks it up!” York made a noncommittal but insulting noise back.

“Granny, Granny! What’s gruk shak? And I guess, how do you use it in a sentence?”

“You commit gruk shak.” She said promptly. “It’s a noun, dear. It means, roughly, settling an argument between two orcs.” She thought a moment. Grendan nodded. York would have settled a lot of arguments. He assumed, because it was York, that “settling” had a violent connotation.

“The folk here thought it was just a fight, of course.” Granny continued. “So orcish immigrants had to change some things. You can’t just commit gruk shak anywhere around here.” She pointed to the yard and the high log fence around the perimeter. “Our folks would only commit on our own property, and we would build our fences high to keep prudish noses out. We added new rules: no running to your human momma, and first one to squeal loses the argument.” She nodded to herself. “All to protect our orcish roots.” Grendan whistled, impressed.

“Ah, Granny,” Grendan said “What about external arguments? That must have been pretty hard for early immigrants!”

York sat heavily next to them. “I’ll tell you Grenda, it was a shock for me comin’ here and you can’t just kill a guy. And I had a human mother!” Granny Skully nodded.

“Was worse then, little prince,” she said. “Folks didn’t truck much with orcs back then - didn’t know much ‘bout us and we didn’t know much ‘bout them. There was plenty of let’s say... misunderstandings. Lots of legal issues - but that lead to our proud tradition of orcish injury lawyers round these parts!” Grendan choked.

He had a hard time imagining York with the patience to turn a jury. He would look very nice in a suit, though.

“Young Ardsley’s a lawyer, in fact.” Granny Skully said. “Said he was hopin’ you’d turn up our prankster soon so he could show ‘em the inside of a cell.” York huffed.

“I’ve seen lawyers on the TV,” he said. “They don’t look like much.” Granny sighed.

“It ain’t a practice that gets much respect in the northern tribes. An’ orcs round here don’t necessarily get much respect from their fellow lawyers, it’s a shame to say. Still, a fight’s a fight.”

“A fight’s a fight.” York said. “Does he fight good, then?” Granny hummed.

“I dunno. Better do.”

“He doesn’t talk about it with Leon?” Grendan asked. “They’re friends, right? We were hoping to ask Mr. Orcking if he could think of any enemies Leon might have?”

“Their office seems to love ‘em.” York said. “But maybe a friend knows shit you don’t share with a weak co-worker.”

Granny stretched her arms ahead, and cracked her back slowly. She looked thoughtful. “Asking Young Ardsley’s a good idea.” she said. “They’ve know each other a very long time. Both courted my dear Tupilurin back in the day.”

“Your daughter?” Grendan asked.

“Who died?” York added. Grendan’s eyes bugged but Granny Skully just sighed.

“A damn shame for an orc to outlive her child.” She looked out over the museum’s yard. “But that’s neither here nor there.”

“I... Don’t want to press,” Grendan said. “But, just in case, you don’t think how she died would have anything to do with Leon’s attacker, right?”

Granny tilted her head, then shook it. She paused before saying, “Nnno, not exactly. No. She blew ‘erself up, being an alchemist. It’s a bit of a risk in the field. She survived most of the times - strong girl. But not the last one.”

York looked askance at her. “But you thought a’ something else, Granny?”

“Well... it’s been so long, it’s faded from my mind. Ha! I’d be shocked to hear myself say so, a decade ago.” She sighed. “I recalled... Leon was a different elf in their youth.”

The detectives glanced at each other.

“Were they in with a bad crowd?” Grendan asked carefully.

“No, no. Nothing like that. It were more... they were just cold. Very cold.

“They loved my Tupilurin. More than anything in the world. But anything else? Everything else? It did not bear their attention.”

She shrugged. “I didn’t like them much, then. Stands to reason if I weren’t the only one.”

Grandan noted this down in his sketchpad. “That wasn’t what I expected you to say.” He said. “They were just, hard to get along with? I guess you could make enemies that way.”

“We’ve probably made enemies that way.” York said. “Granny, how long ago was this? When’d they get more personable?”

“I reckon they just got better over time. They’re lucky I needed help as much as I did with the kids or they wouldn’a lived long enough to grow!” she cackled. Then she stopped suddenly.

“I don’ think I’ve properly put in your heads what kind of an elf they were.” She said. “When my Tupilurin died, they left.”

“Left?” York said. “You mean...”

“Left the kids?” Grendan whispered, horrified.

“Disappeared without a word, for years. Thought they were gone for good.” She looked darkly. “Actin’ like that, someone could make a lotta enemies, don’t you think?”

“Why did you... let them come back?” Grendan asked.

“Mmm. I was struggling. I don’ much want to admit. I needed help. They showed up at the door one day - well I don’ think you would have said so if you were there, but to me, they were... almost contrite.” She made a noise between a laugh and a growl, derisive at this old memory. “I was as angry as the old Yebo at the moon, but I hid it. They said they wanted to provide for the kids and the kids, - I, - we needed the income.”

Granny Skully sighed, old in her bones. “I never did call that elf out. I was afraid at first they would take insult, take off, and we’d lose what little money we had.

“After that, well, my anger faded.”

She looked at them. “First I’ve talked ‘bout this in a long, long time. First I’ve thought about it.”

“Thanks for telling us.” Grendan said softly. York huffed and looked up at the morning sky.

“If you think about it, fightin’ your own honor to protect your kin is pretty cool.”

Granny scoffed, the crags of her old face softer than usual.

❈ ❈

At the breakfast table, the three detective gesture excitedly at each other. They had much to share, later. Leon waved to Granny, Grenda and York as they entered. “Look! Two arms!” They said happily.

“Wanna wrestle?” York asked. Leon’s bluish face went green and their eyes went wide. They sighed.

“I can’t tell if this is how you get a sense of people or if you really do have no sense of sport.” Jyuri beside them giggled. “But I am sorry, friend!” they said cheerfully. “Doctor’s orders. I can’t do anything strenuous ‘til I get a follow up with Dr. Shipcott.” York said nothing.

Rosé chin hands. “Hope you guys had a good morning! I got to meet the arm doctor again. They just seemed like strangers though.”

“Well, acquaintances.” Leon said. “She’s been my doctor for some time, now.”

“Oh?” said Grenda. “I guess she wouldn’t know more about who attacked you, Leon?”

Leon shook their head with a smile. “I really doubt my doctor would know something like that.” Rosé smiled. The door opened.

“I have arrived.” Ardsley Orcking walked in, still besuited.

“Ardsley! Welcome, please sit.” Leon waved his newly restored arm and Granny slapped a heavy wooden chair.

Rosé looked over at Ardsley. “Nice to see you again, Mr. Orcking. Are you a regular to visit?”

“I’m often out of town, Ms. Rosé.” he said. “But yes, when I’m here, I try to stop by. It’s good for young ladies to have a male orc to look up to, and I do rather like seeing my friend.” Ardsley looked over the top of his nose. “...Are you writing this down?”

Grenda looked up, “Yup! No worries, it’s nothing personal.” Ardsley didn’t seem like he quite agreed and opened his mouth.

“Granny?” Leon looked confused. “You took my plate? I wasn’t finished?”

“Course!” she nodded and ate Leon’s food with a huff. Leon scooched out their seat with a confused smile and dug in the cupboards for another place setting.

“Granny, what did I do that you’re put out with me today?” They said playfully. She huffed and puffed again.

“I was remembering what a lil shit you were in your youth.” She said shortly. Leon noticeably winced, and Ardsley coughed.

“Well, that would do it, wouldn’t it?” They said under their breath. Granny Skully shook her head.

“I’m only mad at an elf you’ve long since ceased to be. Pay no mind.” Leon gave her a small smile that didn’t match the unhappy look in their eyes.

❈ ❈

The detectives threw themselves together the moment they left the table. “We have to plan our day!” Rosé said.

“Let’s drop by the office.” York said. When the other two nodded, he held a hand up his mouth and yelled, “We’re heading out to find out more! Be back later!”

Ardsley hurried to catch them as they made to leave. “I do apologize about my behavior over a shared meal.” He said. “Of course, you are just trying to do you jobs. I overreacted.”

“Eh?” York looked surprised. “We didn’t even duke it out in the yard pit!”

“That would have been an over reaction.” Rosé said. “We didn’t even rob you.”

“What?” Said Ardsley.

“What?” Said Rosé.

“So, hey, Mr. Ardsely! You ever have to represent Leon?” Grendan asked quickly. Ardsley glanced once more at Rosé but turned to the druid.

“No. I am an injury lawyer, and Leon does not tend to injure others.” He said. He straightened up. “Please, ask whatever you need.”

“We will!” York said. “What’s the difference between a lawyer and a businessman?”

“Is this a joke?” Ardsely asked after a moment.

“I’ve never heard a joke in my life.” York said.

“Have you ever represented someone who injured Leon?” Rosé asked.

“I have not. Leon’s particular mutilation was self-inflicted.” Grendan looked surprised.

“I thought it could have been his late wife!” Ardsley’s face flickered.

“No. They were quite enamored with one another. She was gentle with him, like a frail glass.”

“I mean, good to know, but I meant cause like she was a alchemist and thats how she - uh.”

“Died.” Ardsely said. “Yes. That is not when he lost his arm. Anyway, I don’t think any of this will lead you to that street bandit.”

“You never know.” Grendan said.

“What ‘bout enemies?” York asked. “Even if you didn’t represent them?” Ardsley shook his head.

“I must say, I’d forgotten until Granny Skully mentioned it but... Even when Leon was a difficult young man to get along with, I wouldn’t say the attitude started fights.

“I had been wondering, by the way,” Ardsely said. “You think this was done by someone who knows Leon, don’t you?”

“Ah!” Grendan said. “We really don’t have any reason to suspect you-”

“Yet.” Said Rosé and York together.

“No, no.” Ardsley gave a deep chuckle and held up his hands. “I mean, I noticed you’ve asked us all,” he waved a hand. “About people we may have interacted with before. As a lawyer, I do know a fight is far more likely to occur between acquaintances than strangers. I quite agree.” He frowned. “Well, I would. But I really can’t think of anyone.”

He blinked, then closed his eyes in thought.

“Actually, there’s a small possibility that a stranger may have done it.” He held up a huge finger. “I must emphasis small, as the assailant would have to be quite unreasonable.”

“Spit it out,” said York. “What’d’you think of?”

“There is a tall tale associated with this building.” Ardsely said. “The family that built this humble estate, they were said to be great warlords! And, more importantly perhaps,” He looked conspiratorial at them. “Possessed of great spoils.”

“Oh. My. God.” Rosé said softly. “Are you telling me that their fortune disappeared with them and they never used banks and it was never recovered and I could be standing on it right now?”

“Quite so.” Ardsely said. She let out a tiny scream. “There have been some number of break-ins as long as I’ve known of this place. None have been violent yet, but-”

“What?” Ardsley turn to the voice behind him.

Leon stared at them with a peculiarly blank expression. “Ardsley... you aren’t saying someone attacked me because of that old folktale?”

“I don’t want to rule it out.” Ardsley said. Leon’s eyes flicked over the three detectives, then over to Ardsley.

“Stay here.” Leon said to him.

“Stay here?”

“Until they catch the bastard.” Leon said. Ardsley sighed.

“I cannot. I must be off again, soon.” Leon said nothing. Their eyes flickered over the room. They seemed to be thinking. “Calm yourself, my friend. It’s only a small chance.”

“Tell me, detectives.” Leon said. “What is your success rate?”

“Hundred percent.” York said. Grendan and Rosé nodded, as encouragingly as they could. Leon turned and left, cloak flying out behind them.

Ardsley looked at them impressed. “We’ve left this in good hands, it seems. Worry not about them, they are just paranoid that the criminal could return.” York nodded firmly.

“Hey,” Grendan said as Ardsley turned to leave for the night. He looked back. “You’re a friend of the family, right? I mean, not just Leon.”

Ardsely nodded.”Of the good family first, in fact. It took a bit and a while to warm up to Leon. But they grow on you... for an elvish twink, with no muscle, who teaches their daughters parlor tricks.” He shook his head and muttered, “Magic, of all things.”

He looked surprised. He looked at York, his expression offering a shared camaraderie over the ignorance of non-orcs. “Well, because they weren’t mine.” He said simply.

“So, how come you didn’t help Granny Skully out with the kids?” Grendan asked. “When Leon took off? She was struggling to provide for them. What if she lost them!”

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Storm Boris devastates Central Europe, death toll rises

Storm Boris caused widespread destruction in Central and Eastern Europe, killing at least 15 people. The storm swept across Romania, the Czech Republic, Poland, Slovakia, Hungary, southern Germany and parts of Austria, causing heavy rain, flooding and strong wind gusts.

Romania

In Galati county in eastern Romania, the hardest-hit region of the country, heavy rains caused widespread damage, affecting about 5,000 homes and leaving at least 25,000 people without electricity.

Romania’s emergency department confirmed the discovery of six bodies, including three elderly women and one man over the past two days.

Romanian President Klaus Iohannis deplored the situation, saying:

“We are again facing the effects of climate change, which are increasingly present on the European continent, with dramatic consequences.”

Rescue teams rescued hundreds of people in 19 areas of the country.

Czech Republic

In the Czech Republic, heavy rains fell for three consecutive days and flooding affected mainly northern parts of the country, leaving more than 50,000 homes without power.

Authorities reported one death, but said seven people in the country were missing, The Guardian reported.

The risk of flooding remains critical for rivers such as the Odra, Opava, Branna and Novohradka, especially in Jeseníky and Pardubice, Radio Prague International reported.

Although water levels in the upper reaches of the rivers are decreasing, the flood wave continues to travel downstream, threatening lower areas such as Uhretice and Chroustovice, the station added.

Austria

Austria has also been hit hard, with 24 villages in Lower Austria declared “disaster zones” and the death toll rising to three, the country’s vice-chancellor Werner Kogler told TV X.

“We have just received the terrible news of two more fatalities in Lower Austria,” he stated, expressing his “thoughts and deepest sympathy” for the relatives, families and friends of the deceased. He also added:

“The situation in the areas affected by the #Hochwasser (flood) remains very critical,” he warned, calling on the whole country to “follow the instructions of the emergency services on site.”

On Sunday, he said a firefighter had died battling flooding in Lower Austria after authorities declared the province surrounding the capital Vienna a disaster zone.

Chancellor Karl Nehammer noted on X:

“The Austrian Armed Forces are deployed in the storm-hit regions wherever help is needed.”

Rail services in the eastern part of the country were suspended and several metro lines in Vienna were closed due to the threat of the overflowing river Wien, APA news agency reported.

Poland

One person has drowned in Poland’s Kłodzko region, bringing the country’s death toll to five, Polish Prime Minister Donald Tusk said.

He said on X:

“I have ordered the Minister of Finance to prepare funds for emergency aid and flood damage removal. The Minister for European Affairs will apply for European aid.”

He said he had asked the defence minister to “deploy additional forces to the threatened areas.” The Polish prime minister also added:

“After consultations with the relevant ministers and services, I have instructed to prepare a Council of Ministers resolution on the introduction of a state of natural disaster.”

According to The Guardian, around 1,600 people have been evacuated in Klodzko.

Because of all this, Warsaw is expected to declare a state of natural disaster, although it has not done so during previous difficulties such as the COVID-19 pandemic or major floods in 1997 and 2010, Polish Radio reported.

Hungary

In Budapest, officials have raised the forecast for water levels in the Danube River to rise to 8.5 metres (27.9 feet) in the second half of this week, nearing the record high of 8.91 metres recorded in 2013, The Guardian reported.

Zoltan Kovacs, the spokesperson for Prime Minister Viktor Orbán, said on X:

“Amphibious tracked vehicles are en route from Szentes to Pilismarot to support flood defense efforts. The Hungarian Defence Forces are playing a key role in the flood protection efforts, deploying various equipment. Nothing is more important than the safety of the Hungarian people.”

Slovakia

Concern has been mounting in the Slovakian capital of Bratislava, where authorities have been taking protective measures to contain the surging waters of the Danube. Police have extensively “warned the public about the danger” of walking along the river, a Bratislava Police spokesperson told CNN on Monday.

Extreme rainfall events are likely to become more frequent and intense as the planet warms, science shows.

An analysis of a 2021 heavy rainfall event in Europe, in which more than 200 people were killed, found human-caused climate change had increased the likelihood and intensity of these events in the region. The World Weather Attribution initiative — a group of scientists who study extreme weather and published the analysis — concluded “these changes will continue in a rapidly warming climate.”