irradiation

Nocturnal Serenade.

Nightfall is much more righteous than the radiant hours of the day; it is when everything becomes purer: thinking, dreaming, loving. Our feelings and thoughts become more intense at night, more true. From the words we whisper to our most intimate and heartwarming thoughts we have about others, everything takes on a much deeper meaning during the dark hours of the night.

Moonlight illuminated through the bedroom window, letting its dim glimmer drown out the darkness in the room. The sky was clear and free from any overcast, only the light of the moon accompanied by millions of little orbs of light irradiated the nightly heavens.

The quietness was suddenly disturbed by a sweet and enticing sound. (Your Name) was awakened by the graceful melody of piano keys echoing from down the hall. She ran her left hand across the softness of the satin sheets before fluttering her eyes open, only to see the space beside her was vacant.

Sitting up in bed with the blanket clutched to her clothed chest, (Your Name) grabbed her phone from the nightstand and checked the time. 3:35 in the morning. She knew that it was Justin playing the piano and because he wasn’t in bed at such a late hour of the night, he was having trouble sleeping again.

Her heart ached for him, for it was the fourth night in a row in which Justin’s insomnia was withholding him from getting a well-needed goodnight’s rest. 

Wanting to check to see if he was okay, (Your Name) threw the covers off her body and pulled herself out of bed.

She heard a couple more piano keys as she quietly tiptoed down the hallway to the spare room that had become Justin’s home studio. At first, the notes were not coherent with each other, they sounded more like a practice rhythm to see if they were in tune.

When she came to the last door on the right, she stood with her body leaning against the wooden frame and watched Justin’s fingers dance along the keys. The notes were now more synchronized with one another and with every key he touched, its different frequencies created a beautiful melody. (Your Name) watched him with fascination.

A minute had passed and the music came to a halt. (Your Name) let out a breath, not wanting Justin to stop playing. He must have felt her watching him and turned around. His eyes met hers and he instantly smiled.

“That was really beautiful,” she whispered.

(Your Name) could see the fatigue wash over his face from the lack of sleep. Though his body was beyond the point of exhaustion and in desperate need of composure, his mind was wide awake. Strumming along the strings of his guitar, fiddling with the keys on his piano or writing songs was the only way he knew how to escape his struggle with his insomnia. Music is his comfort.

“Can you play it again?” (Your Name) asked and sat on the bench beside him.

“Of course I can, sweetheart,” he consented before leaning over and giving the side of her face a gentle kiss. (Your Name) blushed.

She watched Justin place his fingers on the precise keys in which he wanted to start with. The music started again. His hands moved graciously over each key, making the angelic harmony fill the room. It was a song that was not familiar to (Your Name), her thoughts suggested that Justin had made it up on his own but it was the most beautiful piece she had ever heard, with no form of error to be heard between each interval.

As Justin’s fingers glided over the keys in a perfect rhythm, (Your Name) couldn’t help but close her eyes so that her mind could focus on only the song. It lasted longer than she anticipated but it didn’t matter because she never wanted him to stop.

The rhythmic pace was beginning to slow down and when Justin hit the final note on the piano, (Your Name) opened her eyes to see his hypnotizing golden orbs staring back at her and she began to melt.

“What do you think?” he asked.

“I love it, Justin.” It was all she could say; she couldn’t put into words just how much she loved listening to such a soothing piece. She began contemplating in her mind whether or not she would ask him to play it again.

“Wanna know a secret?”

(Your Name) nodded her head.

Justin glanced down at the white and black keys before locking his eyes back on to her. 

“It belongs to you.”

(Your Name) felt her face getting warmer as her heart pounded in her chest. She smiled and bowed her head, hoping he wouldn’t notice that she was blushing.

“I wrote it a few nights ago when I couldn’t sleep,” he continued. “I was messing around and I couldn’t stop thinking about you when this song suddenly came in my head. I started playing the notes and it sounded so heavenly and affectionate… that’s when I thought of you. This song resembles who you are to me, you’re sweet and elegant like the melody that it beholds. Like every note, every little inch of you is beautiful and like my music, you make me so happy and you’re my most prized treasure.”

Justin grabbed a hold of (Your Name)’s hand and brought it up to his lips, leaving several tender kisses behind.

“I wrote that song for you, baby. It belongs to you and no one else… and always will.”

The light of the moon glistening through the glass door ignited his eyes that were pools of honey to a fiery shade of autumn gold. They resembled the morning sun rising over the horizon. The burning in his eyes made (Your Name)’s knees fall weak.

“Thank you,” she whispered with modulation and smiled with delight. She ever so gently caressed the side of Justin’s cheek with her left hand, bringing him in closer. Their lips were just inches apart. As (Your Name) closed her eyes, she felt his lip move deeper and perfectly in sync with hers.

Pulling away breathless, (Your Name)’s eyes opened and her forehead rested against Justin’s, comfortably. Both were breathing heavily and they took a moment to gaze at one another without speaking a word.

“Why don’t you go back to bed, baby? I’ll be there in a while,” Justin broke the silence.

(Your Name) sighed sadly. She knew that if either of them needed to sleep, it was him. Nevertheless, she didn’t try to argue with him and she simply nodded her head.

But before she went anywhere, she had one final favor to ask of him.

“Can you play the song one more time?”

Justin smiled broadly with his face aglow, seeing just how much she really enjoyed the little hymn he had written just for her.

“For you? Of course.”

(Your Name) rested her head against his bare shoulder and watched as his fingers danced around on the piano keys once more. She closed her eyes and listened, letting every gentle and harmonizing note fill her ears and her heart.

The End ♡

People feel more and more insignificant, cut-off...

People feel more and more insignificant, cut-off and powerless than ever before. We are buried in a mountain of information, technology, gadgets, goods and manufactured complexities. We are lost and rendered nearly invisible in a digital snowstorm of super-connectivity. It is a form of anonymity through mass-connection. True community has been nearly eviscerated, and a tactile-less mockery of community has been put in its place. Houses and apartments have become cubical prison-tombs, where millions of screen-irradiated mummies hide from the sunlight, nature, and genuine social interaction. People have social anxiety because of their lack of experience relating to humans in person. At airports and restaurants people eat alone, and strangers seldom talk. Everyone is texting, emailing, rushing, surfing and being connection-entertained with social media, and yet somehow, we are tragically ALONE.

— Bryant McGill

Honestly I think the entire world was fractured in 1983 into many different timelines. It varies per timeline what caused the fracturing and what happened to the timeline after that but I think that’s the point at which our Night Vale got weird, basically.

I’m also 95% sure Cal is from some irradiated version of Night Vale and that in his universe, he survived the atomic blast, but his wife (and so many other people) didn’t. That would explain how discombobulated and physically deteriorated he is. He’s basically living in a post-nuclear-disaster timeline.

On a character level, this last episode did something I always love when this show does, which is remind us that Night Vale is actually a pretty fucked up place to live. Like, these people form their own communities, they stick together and are there for their friends, they use love and art and science to carve out a place in their fucked up world. But their world is still very fucked up and there are people who want to get out, who want to experience time normally, who want to live somewhere they aren’t under threat constantly. And that’s totally understandable. It’s also ultimately not helpful. I think it can be both.

Cecil’s message of solidarity hits hard in the age of Trump and neo-fascism. Everyone wants out of this, but for most of us that’s not reality. For most of us we are going to have to keep making our way in a really fucked up world. And Cecil is saying, let’s keep doing that. Let’s stick together because we do know this evil, and we’re scared but we can live, we can outlast it. Night Vale, like our world, has never been able to rely on the benevolence of its government. This new horrific fragmentation of worlds is no different. So much bullshit is going on in Night Vale that it feels like the actual news cycle, and I think that is completely intentional. Cecil is saying don’t let it swamp you down. Focus on fighting it. Focus on solidarity with your community.

Really really long night vale theory

God this arc frustrates me to no end because i just CANT figure it out…!

Lets break it down… Theres multiple realities, our canon night vale and the 1983 night vale. Potentially more. We already know about our night vale, but what do we know about the 1983 reality?

  • Cal exists.
  • Following that, episode 33- “Casettes” likely is also part of 1983. The movement Cecil kept noticing in that episode and the one in 106 “filings” are probably one in the same. Kind of.
  • Leonard Burton met a very very grisly fate, but it may be unrelated to the end of the world the tapes warned us about.
  • The end of the world
  • Bethany didn’t.
My proposal: nuclear bomb. Or something.
  • Cal seems to have radiation poisoning, similar to that of the victims who survived Hiroshima.
  • More subtly, look at the way Cecil spoke of the end of the world in “Best Of?”. He spoke with urgency, but as if it were too late. This end of the world was sprung suddenly on night vale, theres enough time for cecil to talk to his listeners one final time but not enough time to get to safety. It couldn’t be a slow apocalyptic situation that takes time to develop, such as zombies, and its not an instantaneous thing. Theres enough time before the end for cecil and the residents of night vale to live their last moments in despair and terror.
  • Bethany didn’t. Didn’t what? Survive? Many people didn’t that year. Meaning that some people DID. People such as Cal who are now terribly irradiated and absolutely dying.
Now for the third and fourth possible realities:

Bowling Alley

  • The miniature city under the desert flower bowling alley and arcade fun complex
  • having the same residents, all apparently unaware that they exist in a smaller version of the town above them, its not infeesable that our night vale is also a miniature unaware of the larger, identical town housing them.
  • a vague yet menacing government agency steals the miniature cities buildings, perhaps a similar thing is happening with the disappearing buildings in night vale, probably not, but its a fun notion to humor.
Normal Night Vale
  • A normal town where everything is normal and nothing weird happens ever.
  • this is mostly inspired by the fact that cecil referred to bethany in present tense, bethany doesnt exist in our night vale and has been dead and gone for who knows how long in 1983. Meaning the memory of her still existing isn’t in canon OR 1983, potentially pointing to another reality where shes still alive and well.
  • the same thing goes for danas father, that reality is good enough for dana to abandon her night vale, meaning its probably not an irradiated wasteland.
Theres likely infinite other timelines, carlos mentioning quantum physics and the multiverse and all. But these four are the notable ones.

Other notable things are the existence of huntokhar, the distant prince, and the woman from Italy all currently existing in or approaching night vale. These three characters are related to eachother somehow, im sure of it. Coincidences dont happen in night vale. But the question is how? And WHY?

Ive written theories about this before but ive always had a sneaking suspicion that night vale isnt real. Even in the podcasts own canon, i dont think it exists on the same plane as everything else. Cecil makes mentions to the rest of america and the government but doesn’t know common states, when night vale sent a distress call for help to the american government after valentines day the government didnt take them seriously. When looking at a map of america cecil said it was wrong, recognizable but wrong, showing that theres a clear disconnect between night vale and the rest of the country, neither quite knowing the other.

Time is strange in night vale. Carlos himself said that time doesnt work there. This is furthered by the professor at the university of what it is when she came in serve for carlos saying that hes been missing for DECADES. By that point carlos had only been in night vale for, what, three years? But nope. Hes been missing for DECADES.

Something, best shown in the book, is that its hard to leave night vale. It was said that it was hard to come and go in the podcast, but the book showed diane crayton trying and failing REPEATEDLY. She always ended up back in night vale even when she logically shouldnt have. What makes it so hard to find and leave?

Also the dog park. The dog park is the only way to easily leave night vale but still makes return very very difficult. Something we often forget is that carlos and dana are the exception, not the rule. Most people in the dog park are still unable to return to night vale.

So i propose that night vale isnt in the same plane of existence as the rest of the world. Not isolated nessecarily, the fictional countries cecil has gone to are on the same plane, but far away and inconvienient. Imagine night vale as an island of abnormality in the sea of our real world. The dog park is the most viable gateway between the reality where night vale exists and where night vale doesnt, the empty desert is where night vale WOULD stand but in this reality (our reality) its just an empty desert where no one decided to build a small town. Since portals between realities are much less common in the real world than in night vale it would make returning EXTREMELY difficult.

I think that maybe, just maybe, the woman from Italy, the distant prince, and huntokhar are trying to merge night vale with reality. That timelines are ripping apart and blending together becaude they NEED to be combined to assimilate into the real world. Night vale might be turning into a normal town, and those who refuse to escape to the new reality being presented to them will have their realities crumble around them. Perhaps THATS what happened to the miniature cities sky.

Clarke best have the best fucking excuse in the world for Monty “recruited by engineering, raised on farm station, irradiated mount weather, killed his mother twice to save his friends, helped Raven code Alie and REALIZED THE ARK WAS THE THING TO FUCKING SAVE EVERYONE” Green isnt on that fucking list.

anonymous asked:

Hey April! You're are always so critical, and I love your opinions and how sure you are when you're talking about it. So I was wondering, why do you ship Bellarke? I would love to read your reasons.

Why do I ship Bellarke? The basic reason:

The show wants me to. They’ve been setting up the story of Bellarke (both as individuals and as a couple) since the first Season. 

The more complicated reason:

I very rarely see a relationship on TV (and especially the CW) as carefully crafted as Bellarke has been. It’s enemies to friends to lovers done right. Bellamy and Clarke began as antagonists in a world that was trying to kill them all and struggled to overcome the inherent class differences (which is why Clarke has problematic white savior tendencies, btw) in order to create a co-leadership dynamic that was so great to look at. 

By the time the Season 1 finale rolled around, we had two individuals who didn’t just need what the other offered (Bellamy brought heart to the table, while Clarke brought logic) they wanted it and recognized that together their potential for leadership was so much greater than individually. This is the Season where Need and Trust are established in their relationship.

In Season 2, we spend the first half watching them literally fight to get back to one another? And when they are reunited? It’s explosive. Then we watch them go on their separate journeys over the rest of the Season, both struggling to find a balance inside themselves (and both failing). Without each other, both lose help and both find that their leadership is just not as effective. This is the Season where Love is established (definitively on Clarke’s part) in their relationship.

Season 3 was rough for us, I’ll give you that. Our ship spent the first half of the Season seemingly on opposite sides (I say seemingly because when push came to shove, they were both doing what they thought was necessary to save their people) of a war. They’d both found love with other individuals (Gina and L/xa) and both were happy with those two, even if just for a moment. 

However, I’d argue that both Gina and L/xa represent the same thing for Bellamy and Clarke. A love that was true and real, absolutely, but that was also an escape. Neither Clarke or Bellamy were their true selves when they were with L/xa and Gina. Both refused outright to discuss their trauma with their love interests (also of note-L/xa’s refusal to discuss parts of her own past with Clarke), both love interests existed in a world apart from the horrors that Bellamy and Clarke were dealing with on an every day basis (Bellamy about Gina- “Gina was real.”, Clarke about L/xa- “L/xa was special.”) and both love interests were murdered (notably wounded in almost the exact same ironic way-Gina, an Arkadian (technologically advanced), killed by stab wound to the abdomen, L/xa, a Grounder (technology resistant), killed by a gunshot wound to the abdomen).

With each other however, Bellamy and Clarke don’t have to put up a front. They’ve witnessed the trauma the other has suffered and in most cases, have been a participant (Charlotte, the Ring of Fire, The Mt. Weather Irradiation, etc). They are the only two people in their world who truly know the weight of the actions they’ve committed because they’ve committed them together. It’s why Clarke felt confident she could leave Bellamy at the end of Season 2, it’s why Bellamy felt comfortable opening up to Clarke in 108, it’s why they had that “moment” in 403, it’s why their leadership (and their relationship) is front and center in Season 4. 

Clarke and Bellamy can only be real, can only be their true, vulnerable selves, can only show how broken they are with each other. Without each other, they falter, just look at 404. Look at Bellamy, who is telling Kane that he is hopeless and compare that to the Bellamy of 403, who tells Clarke he has hope because they’re still breathing. Look at Clarke, who in Episodes 401-3 was been able to present a strong front to the public (even if she’s unsure in private) and compare that to the Clarke of 404 who is visibly worried, who doesn’t know how to fix the anger of the mob, who has to be saved by Jaha. 

I love Bellamy and Clarke because they are complete with each other in a way they’ve never been with anyone else. I just….love them.

Meu coração sorriu quando você olhou pra mim, com aqueles olhos castanhos. Sabia que você era a pessoa certa desde aquele momento. Uma sensação boa percorreu meu corpo deixando claro que você era diferente, não era apenas mais um que queria somente diversão. Com você foi diferente desde o início. Você me deu carinho e atenção, me proporcionou momentos felizes, você irradiou a minha vida, me arrancou as maiores gargalhadas, me fez feliz. E eu te amei, de uma maneira doce, serena, na qual eu nunca havia experimentado. Um amor recíproco, que faz bem, que não machuca, um amor que cuida. O tipo de amor que nos leva além, que dá paz ao coração, alegria à nossa alma e aconchego à nosso eu interior. O tipo de sentimento que apenas conhecemos nos contos de fadas e em novelas das oito, mas que veja só, aconteceu comigo. Eu não sei à quem devo agradecer pela beleza que é ter você em minha vida. A paz que você me traz, não encontro em outro lugar. A sensação que tenho quando estou com você, nunca antes havia tido. Ter você é diferente, é único, é especial. Não sei à quem devo agradecer, mas deve ser a mesma pessoa à quem devo pedir que isso tudo dure, por pelo menos a minha vida inteira.
—  Escrito por Bianca, Mirelle, Danielle e Juliana  em Julietário.
☣️ Dystopian AU Starters ☣️

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📺  Nineteen Eighty-Four - Our characters live in a world where their every move and every thought is watched by the government. Informants and spies known as the Thought Police are everywhere, and dissenters are taken to the horrifying Room 101. There is no escape. You can only survive.

🔥 Fahrenheit 451 - Our characters live in a world where books are banned, and those who are not “normal” seem to vanish. Any books found will be burned by the “firemen”, armed with gasoline and flamethrowers, and dissenters are tracked down by the fearsome mechanical Hound.

🍊 A Clockwork Orange - Our characters live in a world where young people form oddly-dressed gangs and engage in horrific violence, committing crimes unhindered by adults. 

👩 The Handmaid’s Tale - Our characters live in a world where a religious military dictatorship has been enforced. Fertile women are forced to become Handmaids, and made to conceive for the continuation of the dying human race. They are forbidden from reading and conversation in this world is strictly controlled by a set script. Spies known as Eyes are everywhere, and those who do not conform are sent to die in the irradiated Colonies.

🛒 The Road - Our characters live in a world where an apocalypse event has occurred, barely anyone is left alive, and the environment around them is barren and bleak. Their only hope is travelling to a location they hope still exists. Everyone and everything is a threat, and they must scavenge what they can to survive.

🏃 The Running Man - Our characters live in a world where a totalitarian society has taken over, and a violent game show known as The Running Man exists. A contestant is declared an enemy of the state, and given a 12-hour head start before the Hunters, an elite team of hitmen, are sent to kill them. They can travel anywhere in the world, but viewers earn money for revealing their whereabouts. They earn $100 for every hour they stay alive, extra for killing law enforcement or Hunters, and win a grand prize of $1 billion for surviving for 30 days. Nobody has ever won it.

💭 The Chrysalids - Our characters live in a world where people who are “different” are branded as “blasphemies” and killed without mercy. Any visible variation in genetics can be grounds for being eliminated. However, some have an invisible mutation - they have telepathic abilities.

❌ Harrison Bergeron - Our characters live in a world where everyone is expected to be perfectly equal. People are given “handicaps”. Strong people are made to wear heavy weights. Beautiful people must wear masks. Intelligent people must wear ear radios, which play sounds to stop one’s thoughts. Everyone is equal, but at what cost?

Virgin (Luke)

Rating: R

Pairing: Luke x Y/N

Request: No

Summery: Bad boy Luke takes nerdy Y/N’s V card. 

I’ll admit it, I’m a virgin. It’s not like I’m saving myself til marriage or anything special like that, but I wasn’t going to whore myself out like a prostitute either. I mean, no one’s ever tried anything with me. Mostly because I was the nerdy girl in the class. 

The pencil behind the ear, thick glasses and sweater type of girl. I’m smart, and kind of a know-it-all. So as you can see, no one wants to have sex with the boring smart girl. I didn’t have that many friends as a result of this.

“Alright class, settle down. We have a new student.” Ms. Martins said, motioning to the tall blonde boy next to her. He had a black lip ring and ripped black skinny jeans. I could see a rose tattoo peaking out from under his black and white striped shirt. “Luke, would you like to introduce yourself.”

“Well, I’m Luke Hemmings. I moved here from Sydney. I like bands.. That’s about it.” He says, playing with his lip ring. I could already tell he was going to be popular, just by the way he stands. Not to mention Kristen Matters was already swooning over him. I could almost guarantee that he would be sitting at the popular kids table at lunch. 

“Alright then, why don’t you go sit next to Y/N in the back.” Ms. Martins instructs before beginning to start class. Luke sits next to me, staring. He had this bad-boy, intimating aura about him that made me shrink in my seat. I quickly jotted down the notes as they left Ms. Martin’s mouth, Luke just stared at me.

“Y/N was it? Beautiful name, darling.” Luke says, leaning closer to me. I almost don’t hear him as I’m too focused jotting down notes. He outstretches his hand to me, I look at him with a puzzled expression. “Shake my hand, darling.”

“Why?” I ask, slowly reaching my hand to his, he takes my hand and kisses it.

“Your skin is so soft.” He mumbles as he pulls away.

“Mr. Hemmings,  I’m sorry to interrupt the love-feast going on with Ms. Y/L/N but I’m sure we wouldn’t want the principle to talk to you on the first day.” Ms. Martins says, the entire class turns back to stare at us. I feel heat rise in my cheeks as I snatch my hand away from Luke and put my head down.

Ms. Martins went on teaching and I quickly jot down the notes, refusing to look at either Luke or any of my peers. Every so often, one of them would sneak a glance back at me and Luke. This didn’t seem to phase him but made me blush.

“Y’know, you’re cute when your flustered.” He whispers to me.

“Please, Luke. Just leave me alone.” I whisper back. 

“Why? You scared you’re gonna start liking me and stop focusing on your studies.” He suggests. “Or is it that you’re a virgin and have no idea what the fuck you’ll do and are scared to embarrass yourself?”

“Leave me alone, Luke.” I snap a bit too loudly. 

“Mr. Hemmings, one more time and I send you to the principal’s office.” Ms. Martins snaps.

“Sorry, teach. I’m a bit distracted by Y/N.” Luke says, causing eyes to dart my way. 

“How so?” Ms. Martins asks, knowing my meek and quiet demeanor. 

“Oh you know.” Luke shrugs. Ms. Martins rolls her eyes and continues to teach. This has been the longest class ever. Class continues as such, Luke getting in trouble and me avoid glances. Eventually, the lunch bell rings and I scurry off to the cafeteria. As I wait in the lunch line, Kristen Matters and her friends stand behind me. 

“That Luke guy is so hot! You should totally date him, Kristen!” One of Kristen’s squeaky high pitched voiced friends say to her. 

“I know right! They’d be so cute together! I bet he’d be a good fuck too! Right, Kristen?” Another friend says. 

“Yeah, we could do it in my car after prom or something.” Kristen says. “But the fucks up with that Y/N chick? I didn’t even know she existed until he was like oogling her!” 

“And like, how could she just reject him like that? For a nerd, she’s pretty fucking stupid.” The first friend says. I ignore them and take my food to the library, on my way out seeing Luke sitting at the popular table. School passes and buzzes with the gossip of the new kid. I board my bus and sit at the front, the bad kids sit at the back. 

“What are you doing here?” I ask as Luke walks down the slim isle way. 

“This is my bus. What are you doing here?” I question.

“This is my bus.” Luke says, taking a seat next to me. “Mind if I sit here?” 

Yes.” I say.

“Too bad. Guess you’ll just have to live with seeing me every day until you graduate.” Luke smiles. I groan and scoot closer to the window, Luke’s leg touches mine. I feel him put his hand on my exposed knee, I cross my legs. “You’re a virgin, aren’t you?”

“Shut up, so what.” I say, crossing my arms over my chest.

“So that means you’ve never had an orgasm.” Luke says.

“Shut up, Luke.” I say, irradiated by his forwardness. 

“Oh, poor Y/N, she’s never had an orgasm.” He chuckles. “What are you like religious or something? No sex til marriage type of thing?” 

“No, I’m just not one of the many harlots you spend your time with.” I state.

“You mean Kristen and her friends?” He says. I nod. “You know maybe you’d get laid if you weren’t such a stuck up bitch.” 

“And maybe if you weren’t such a filthy minded pig we could have had a civilized conversation about the weather and such.” I huff, recrossing my arms. Luke rolls his eyes and looks the other way. The bus comes to a stop on Maple drive. Luke starts to get up and leave the bus, sadly this was also my stop. I ended up walking behind Luke as we both headed home. 

 “What? Are you hear to harass me some more? Or say you’re sorry and give me head?” Luke snaps at me, his black messenger bag slinging off his shoulder. 

“None of the above, I’m heading to my house.” I said pointing to my house.

“Fuck, you live next door from me? So there’s literally no way to avoid you? Oh no.” Luke says. I groan and just speed walk to my house. Luke watches me enter before continuing on to his home. I finish up some homework and eat dinner. I then lay on my bed in my underwear and a big teeshirt reading a book. I hear a tap at my window. 

Luke pears in from behind the window, perched on the roof. I walk over and open it. 

“What the hell are you doing here?” I snap at him.

“Well hello to you too. Can I come in?” Luke asks still perched.

“How the hell did you get up here?” I ask.

“Hopped your fence and climbed up the side.” He states. “I’m enjoying this outfit selection.”

“Shut up. Why are you here?” I mark the page I was reading and return it to my shelf. “I swear if you say ‘to get head’ or anything along those lines I’ll push you out the window.”

“I wanted to say sorry for teasing you. I mean, it’s not your fault you’ve never had an orgasm. I mean probably.” He says.

“Sorry my sex life isn’t as interesting as yours, Luke. But not a lot of people want to sleep with a girl who dresses like a catholic school girl.”

“I do.” Luke says.

“What?”

“I want to sleep with you.” Luke says.

“You know I’m a virgin?” I inquire, very confused that someone would find me remotely attractive. 

“Only makes you hotter. You know how hot it is for a guy to like.. Mark his territory. Like when America landed on the moon. It’s kinda like that.” Luke rambles, I notice a bulge in his jeans. “So, Y/F/N, can I take your virginity?”

“I- sure. Yes. You can take my virginity.” I say, blushing as I say the words. Luke grins and locks my door. 

“You’ve kissed a boy before, right?” 

“Yeah..” I blush. Luke gently cups my face before pressing his lips to mine. I kiss back timidly, he brings his tongue to my bottom lip. I open my mouth and let him explore. I feel butterflies in my stomach as Luke pulls me into his lap. I straddle him, arms loosely hanging around his neck. Luke starts to kiss down my neck and I gently pull on his hair, making him groan. He leaves hickeys down my neck and too the collar of my shirt. 

“C-can I take your shirt off?” I ask, shifting on his lap. He lets out a breathy groan. 

“Please, darling.” He smirks. I meekly take it off and put it on the floor. I admire his toned physic. I gently place a kiss by his ear and down his neck, his body is tense and breathing hard. I start to suck on an area wear his neck and shoulders meet. “Princess, you’re gonna make me cum in my pants by how fucking innocent you are. Can I please get you started on so you actually can loose your virginity?”

I nod and Luke quickly flips us. Luke gently removes my shirt, biting his lip ring as he takes in the sight of my bare breasts. He places kisses to each nipple before taking one between his teeth gently. I throw my head back on the bed and arch my back.

“I see someone likes that.” He says cockily. He leaves my breast and starts down to my naval. He places a kiss on my belly button, making me giggle. He then leans down farther and pulls my blue panties down with his teeth. i gasp at the sudden temperature change on my clit. “Easy there, darling.”

Luke spread my legs, placing a kiss just above my clit before slowly kissing down. I groan at his teasing, he chuckles and licks a long stripe up my folds. I groan and tangle my fingers in his hair. Luke circles my clit with his tongue before licking a flat stripe from the bottom to the top. All I knew was pure pleasure as my legs shook with pleasure.

“Mmm, you like this don’t you?” Luke hummed on my cunt.

“Fuck you, Luke.” I groaned out. He pulled away from me, his face dripping with my juices.

“Well that’s no way to talk to the guy that’s gonna give you your first orgasm?” Luke asks, tilting his head. I sit up and grab his face, pressing my lips to his. He smirks into the kiss and grabs my breast, making me groan. 

“Please, Luke.” I beg, breaking the kiss. Luke’s eyes roll in the back of his head at my words.

“Fuck, Y/N. It’s so hot when you beg me.” Luke groans, rubbing himself through his jeans. “Please, princess.”

“Luke please fuck me, I’m so fucking desperate. I need your big cock.” I groan, my eyes fluttering shut. Luke smirks and kisses me, I lay back on the bed.

“Who would have known the nerdiest girl in school was so desperate for the bad boy’s dick.” Luke chuckles, unzipping his pants. He aggressively tries to yank them down. His erection visible through his grey boxers. “Enjoying the view, sugar? You can touch it princess, no need to be scared of it.”

I gingerly reach my hand out and stroke him through his boxers, he bites his lip as he watches me. I slowly pull down his boxers and gawk. He’s bigger than I thought. 

“Are you sure this’ll fit?” I ask timidly, looking up at him through hooded eyes. 

“You virgins are so cute.” He says, seeming to strain against his urge to bang me into an oblivion.  “Always asking strange questions. Of course it’ll fit, just be a little snug.”

I slowly reach my hand out to his erection. I place a kiss to the tip, making him hiss. I then slowly pump him in my hand, he bites his lip. I look up to him, batting my eyelashes. 

“Y/N, I’m seriously going to cum if you don’t stop.” Luke says, I slowly stop. “There’s a condom in the back pocket of my jeans. Grab that for me?” 

I reach into the back pocket, shaking from anticipation. I hand him the foil package. Luke leans over and kisses my forehead as he rolls the condom onto the length.

“You can tell me whenever you want to stop and we will.” Luke states, I nod and he kisses me again. I then lay down on the bed, legs spread. He then settles between my legs, kissing my neck as he slowly places his tip to my entrance. “Ready?”

“Ready.” I say. Luke slowly pushes himself into me. I his at the sting of my walls stretching around him. 

“Holy fuck you’re tight.” He groans, wheezing. He then bites his lip and throws his head back. “Can I move?”

“It feels weird but yes.” I say, biting my lip. Luke slowly moves his hips, I scrunch my face. A lone tear trails down my cheek, Luke slowly reaches his hand down and quickly rubs my clit. Luke continues to slowly pump in and out of me, going deeper and deeper each time. 

“HOLY FUCK!” I groan, thrusting my hips up. 

“I think we just found your G-spot, princess.” Luke chuckles. “Let’s play with that.”

Luke thrusts into that spot again, hard. I squeal raking my nails down his back. Luke picks up speed and thrusts into my G-spot. I lean up to his neck and press kisses down it. I feel my walls clench around him as my orgasm grows near. 

A wave of pleasure washes over me, I squeal and rake my nails down his back, leaving marks. I thrust my hips up to meet him. Luke groans and kisses me. He aggressively starts thrusting into me, I feel him release into the condom. I squeal in pleasure as it finally ends.

Luke pulls out and rolls over next to me. I whimper at the sudden emptiness and roll over to face him. Luke is panting and looking up at the ceiling. 

“I can’t believe it, I just fucked the school nerd.” He chuckles. “You’re really good in bed, Y/N. We should do this more often.”

“Thanks, Luke. We should totally do this again.”  

I’m starting to realize I talk about weather near constantly in my lore posts, so I drafted up my HC of the approximate global weather patterns.

The Vortex basically has total control of the weather for west/northern Sornieth. The clockwise spin moves frigid air from the Southern Icefields into the Starfall Isles, Dragonhome, and the Scarred Wasteland, heating up as it goes.

The Viridian Labyrinth is far enough out that winds are relatively still, and takes more of its general weather from the greater ocean. The permanent and previous little sunlight in the Tangled Wood mean in theory it would be colder, but it actually sits right in the middle of a competing weather pattern that keeps it about as temperate as the Sunbeam Ruins.

The Shifting Expanse’s weather pattern are the ones that largely dictate what goes on in southern/eastern Sornieth. It’s variable, but I like to imagine the prevailing storm pattern is one that spins out from the Tempest Spire and pushes against the Vortex winds that would otherwise move south through the Ashfall Waste. This combined with the heat of the Great Furnace means that the Ashfall Waste is actually subject to fairly brutal ash storms. But the prevailing wind out of the Ashfall Waste actually merges into a fairly small but consistent weather pattern in the Sea of Thousand Currents, which causes the waters and the wind to have a primarily counter-clockwise flow. That current is a subsystem of the Vortex as well.

But in short, the heat from Ashfall follows the coast up into the Sunbeam Ruins and is the sole reason the Tangled Wood isn’t terribly different in average temperature from the Sunbeam Ruins. 

The weather from the greater ocean sometimes comes in and disrupts all this of course, but that’s how I think of it working in general.

And in the sea, there’s like 4 main maelstroms (the biggest of which I forgot to draw in whoops)

  • One in the sea between Fire, Wind, and Ice, just south of the Vortex.
  • A sister to the above, slightly further east in the sea between Fire, Lightning, and Ice.
  • One that forms in Meteora Sound (between Arcane and Earth) when the weather is right.
  • The biggest one in Windstar Bay, which frequently has chunks of the floes from Ice in it and is an actual demon to navigate by ship. (Also there’s a superstition that it’s not caused by the weather but something from the Greater Ocean that was irradiated and warped by Arcane energy and subsequently trapped by the Windsinger, Arcanist, and Icewarden when it tried to pass through the bay and get to the Sea of A Thousand Currents)

Idk I might do one that’s bigger and makes more sense later.

(this is shippy I promise it just takes me a while to get there)

So I was just thinking about beauty standards and how they change, contextually.

So, for most of human history, heavier people were the most beautiful. Resources were scarce, so the thin were the poor and the sick and those who were unlikely to survive the winter. A bit of fat meant someone had access to rich foods, was generally healthy, and had leisure to not work every calorie off. The higher classes, essentially.

For examples, look at any renaissance paintings.

Currently, high-calorie foods are extremely available and inexpensive, and cultural beauty standards are the opposite. Now thinness is desired, to an unhealthy degree. People who have access to high quality healthy foods, have the leisure time to work out, and just plain lucked out on the genetic lottery.

For examples, look at any fashion magazine, tv show, or movie.

Now consider junker society. Lawless, cuthroat, scavengers fighting over very limited resources. Take a look at Junkrat.

Originally posted by majorpepperidge

Scrawny as a string bean, undernourished, and missing several limbs. He might very well be a typical specimen of a junker (though a much bigger dreamer than most). Considering the harsh conditions of the irradiated outback and junkertown, it’s likely that having enough resources to put on weight is a status symbol and fatness (and having your original limbs) is beautiful.

Meaning that this:

Originally posted by spin-dash

is probably the sexiest thing Junkrat has ever laid eyes on.

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standard irradiated junkrat:

  • bald motherfucker
  • missing a few teeth

mr. “i eat caviar every day and suck the king of germany up strong style”:

  • slightly less bald motherfucker
  • missing no teeth

conclusion: junkrat seeks out the whackest steroids in every universe and as a result gets the whackest hairline 

Oberon re-rework details from Prime Time

Smite will deal damage based on its target’s maximum health and the resulting projectiles’ damage will scale off of initial damage dealt

Hallowed Ground’s AoE has been changed into a cone like Frost’s Ice Wave. Damage has been buffed and now procs radiation more often

Renewal is now an aura grants healing to allies touched by the AoE and drains energy from Oberon as it expands outwards. Allies who stand on Hallowed Ground while being healed gain a flat armor bonus

Reckoning now deals bonus damage to irradiated enemies and can now strip armor

The rework may arrive this month cause the only work that they need to do at this point is give him a new passive, give Hallowed Ground new VFX, and tweak his augments