#if mom was here she would help me tons with organizing stuff

[minty-playhouse]

So angry and pissed and frustrated today due to irl things

There are so many things to clean and organise and tidy up around the house and sometimes it feels like it's never gonna fucking end and I can't even count on anyone to fucking help me with this shit

[ruthwritesalot]

What's My Age Again? Chapter 8

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I've been doing a lot of rewrites, which is why these are all being posted at once. Existing posts have also been edited.

CW: depression, abuse, self harm

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Alex's POV

I started making Jamie help me cook. Anything to get him out of his room once in a while. This evening, I had him help me cut the veggies, which meant we were sitting across from each other at the dining table that doubled as the only workspace in the small kitchen. It reminded me of the few times Mom and John would go on trips and leave us alone. It would allow us rare occasions of moving freely throughout the house, and some of my favorite memories of us cooking actual good food were created then. I hadn’t known a thing about flavors or spices, but Google was a good teacher.

“Do you know how much longer we’re gonna stay here?” Jamie asked when he was in the middle of his third carrot, surprising me. He hadn’t initiated a normal conversation with me since we’d been reunited.

“We’ll see,” I told him. “I’m supposed to get an answer from a few places tomorrow.”

“Are they further away from school?” he asked.

“Some are, but you’ll be able to take the bus.” Not having to drive him every day was gonna take a shit ton off of my plate. “Are you looking forward to it?” I prodded gently, eager to keep him talking.

He shrugged. “It’ll just be nice to have a more permanent place, you know?”

I did. I couldn’t wait to have my own room again. “If you want, you can start looking for furniture,” I suggested. “You’ll need a new bed and stuff.”

He brightened, lifting his angry mask for a rare moment. “I can pick stuff out myself?”

I chuckled. “Yeah, as long as it’s cheap. You pick some things out from Ebay.”

He looked kind of awed. “I thought we’d be driving back to get the rest of our stuff,” he admitted.

I shook my head. “No. We’d need a bigger car, and we can just use the gas money for furniture. And besides,” I added the last part darkly. “There’s no way I’m ever going back there.”

He was silent, then said in a small voice, “I guess I’m lucky you came back for me, then.”

I set down my knife. “Jamie,” I said. “I love you.”

He focused on his pepper. An uneasy feeling passed through me as I realized how easy it was for him to get access to a knife. “I told you to stop saying that.”

I watched him cut the pepper into perfectly thin strips, then turn it so he could dice them. The words tumbled out of me before I could think them through. “You know, I have some friends who work at a dance studio. They could set up a trial class if you want to check it out.”

He frowned. “Friends? You’ve never had those before.”

I decided to ignore the comment. “Do you want to try it out or not?”

He hesitated. “Like, an actual dance studio? Who’s gonna pay for it, your dad?” He emphasized the derogatory tone on the last word.

“I’ll figure it out,” I dismissed. I’d pick up fifty extra shifts per week if it meant Jamie getting him something to do.

He filled the diced peppers into our large mixing bowl before replying. “Okay, whatever.”

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The thing Aaliyah organizing turned out to be a protest about something to do with housing. I saw her immediately, standing in front of the maybe fifty people and shouting into a megaphone. When she saw me, she handed the megaphone to the curly-haired person next to her and jogged over. “You came!” She threw her arms around me.

“Of course!” It hadn’t been entirely by choice, as it was taking place in front of the building I’d just had my English lecture in.

“Come on, I’ll introduce you to everyone.” She dragged me towards the crowd and started telling me names, none of which I remembered. None of them mattered anyway, because soon I was just following her and doing my best to blend into the crowd by copying the slogans everyone was shouting. Aaliyah was the opposite, routinely taking the megaphone again and starting her own chants. When it was over, everyone started to disperse, some taking the signs with them. I doubted they had made much of a difference besides bothering a few students.

“What did you think?” Aaliyah asked me as we were leaving.

“I don’t know,” I replied truthfully. “I’ve never been to a protest before.”

“Really?” She seemed surprised, which made me feel somewhat embarrassed.

“Yeah, I’ve never really had the time,” I defended myself.

She was still skeptical. “Well, I think people should always make time for politics. This stuff directly affects you, you know. Like, we were protesting for lower rent, and you’re looking for an apartment right now.”

I knew that. I wasn’t dumb. “Well, what happens now?” I asked her.

“What do you mean?” Her jewelry clacked as she looked up at me.

“I mean, you all came here, made some noise, and now you’re leaving.” I motioned to the now empty space, free of any sign that the protest had ever been there. “How does that change anything? Politicians and landlords won’t care, they’ll just ignore you.”

“Okay, I’ll admit this wasn’t necessarily the most affective thing I’ve ever done,” she relented. “Peaceful protests never are. But we’re organizing, which means we can set up other things. Like, we do mutual aid for unhoused people. And we’re raising awareness.”

I didn’t know what mutual aid meant exactly, but it did sound more meaningful. “That makes sense, I guess.”

She grinned. “How do you feel about discussing this more over coffee?”

“I don’t really drink coffee,” I admitted. “And I have to go to work. It’s probably not very busy now, though. You can come and hang out if you want.”

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She agreed, which made it a lot harder to focus as she smiled at me from across the counter, sipping on her hot chocolate. It turned out she wasn’t much of a coffee person, either.

“Excuse me, are you dumb? My son wants a cookie, just give him one,” a lady was yelling at me.

“Ma’am, as I said, we don’t sell cookies,” I explained again in my overly friendly customer service voice. “I can offer you muffins and a variety of sandwiches.”

“He doesn’t want a muffin, he wants a cookie,” she snapped. “Honestly, this generation knows nothing about good customer service. What kind of café doesn’t sell cookies?”

I shared a ‘what the fuck’ glance with Aaliyah, who surprised me by coming to my rescue. “Lady, he already told you they don’t sell them. Just go somewhere else. There’s like, three more cafés on this block.”

If looks could kill, Aaliyah would have been incinerated on the spot. The woman huffed and marched out the door, dragging her poor son with her. I sighed, wishing some billionaire would invent a substance to inject into people’s brains at birth to make them be polite. Forget government surveillance, customer service workers need chip technology more.

“Thanks,” I said to Aaliyah, walking over to her. We were now the only ones in the small space. Most customers ordered to go rather than sitting on an uncomfortable chair in the dimly lit room.

“No problem. Do you get people like her a lot?” she asked.

I grimaced. “Unfortunately.”

“How much are they paying you again?”

I still wasn’t used to her bluntness. “Uh, minimum wage,” I answered uncomfortably.

“Is that what your coworkers are earning, too?”

“I actually don’t know,” I admitted.

“You should ask around,” she said matter-of-factly. “Not asking is how they rip you off.”

“Yeah, maybe I will,” I lied. I’d only been here a few months, I didn’t want to start rocking the boat. “By the way, how much do classes at your studio cost? They didn’t say anything on the website.” I braced myself for what was probably gonna be a number way out of my budget.

She let out a sigh of annoyance. “Yeah, Jenny thinks writing the prices will scare away potential students.” Okay, so they were definitely high enough for me to forget about it. My heart wrenched at the prospect of having to explain that one to Jamie. Maybe I could- “Are you asking for your brother? ‘Cause I have an employee discount I get to use for one person. I could use it for him.”

I blinked, surprised at her offer. She definitely wasn’t joking, and she said it so casually I didn’t know how to react. “Really? That’s so nice, but you don’t have to do that. If you can only use it for one person-”

“Alex, it’s fine. Really.” She said it with a gentle smile that made her brown eyes light up. “I wouldn’t be offering if it wasn’t fine.”

That was probably true. In the short time I’d known Aaliyah, I’d come to understand that she was an incredibly honest person. “Okay, if you’re sure. How much would it be with the discount, then?”

She hesitated. “Um, well, how much can you afford?” she asked uncertainly.

I frowned. “What does that have to do with it?”

She took a long sip of her hot chocolate before answering. “I’m just trying to figure out what class would work,” she said when she finally set her cup down.

“Oh.” I was still a little confused but chuckled when she looked up at me. “You have some hot chocolate in your face.”

Her eyebrows scrunched together in the cutest way possible. “Where?”

“It’s like, on your upper lip.”

She dabbed at it with a napkin. “Gone?”

“…yeah.”

She frowned again. “Why did you hesitate?”

“I didn’t!”

“Yes, you did,” she accused. “Is it really gone?”

“Yes,” I promised. “I just wasn’t entirely sure.”

She studied me for a moment, then got out her phone and looked in the selfie camera. When she was satisfied I was telling the truth, she put it away. “What were we talking about?”

“Class prices,” I supplied. “I think I could afford like… ten dollars a class?” I felt humiliated telling her the small number, but lying about what you could afford only tended to get you into worse positions. “I mean, that’s what I have right now. If I picked up some extra shifts, that would get me higher. Maybe to like, thirty.”

She was back to being matter-of-fact. “No, you don’t have to do that. There’s a contemporary class on Wednesdays that could be ten with the discount.”

“Really?” I asked, surprised. “How much is it usually?”

“Forty bucks. The discount is pretty high since I teach the class.”

“Wow. That would be great, obviously. Thank you so much.”

“It’s not a problem. I’m just glad I could help.” She smiled at me again, then moved her hand forwards so her fingertips were brushing with mine, making my heart lurch.

We were interrupted by the bell ringing as a string of students walked in. I went over to serve them, falling back into my customer service routine. It went on for the next forty-five minutes, barely giving me time to even glance at Aaliyah as more and more students filed in. Only one customer was from a different demographic- an older lady with a dog. Aaliyah watched me silently at first, then eventually got out her laptop.

“What are you working on?” I asked after the last customer left, wiping down the counter to clean up their messes. She lifted her laptop so I could wipe there, too.

“Just an info post about the protest for Instagram,” she answered as if it was the most normal thing in the world. She looked around. “Is everyone gone?”

“Yeah, it’s pretty quiet during class times,” I explained. “They usually come in waves during the breaks.”

“Oh. That’s sounds pretty nifty. It must be nice having it be so predictable.”

“I guess. It gets kind of boring sometimes.”

“Maybe I could visit you more often, then,” she said with a small smile.

I felt my cheeks warm. “Yeah, that would be cool.”

She propped an elbow on the counter, resting her chin on her hand. “How have you been, anyway? The stuff with your brother must have been pretty stressful. What’s his name again? Jamie?”

I nodded, grabbing a rag to wipe down the counter so I wouldn’t have to look at her. “Yeah. It is, but it’s nothing I’m not used to. I always knew this was gonna happen.”

She looked uneasy. “You knew he’d end up in the hospital?”

“I knew he’d have to come live with me,” I clarified. “I didn’t see the hospital coming. I really fucked that one up.” I bit my lip to keep a straight face.

“You can’t blame yourself,” she said gently. “You didn’t put him there.”

I swallowed. I knew she was trying to help, but she didn’t have any idea what she was talking about. “I just wish I’d been paying more attention,” I explained with a lump in my throat. “I shouldn’t have misjudged the situation the way I did.”

“The situation with your dad?”

“With Jamie’s dad. We’re half-brothers, technically, but I haven’t seen my dad since I was three. He lives in California with my sister.”

“Oh yeah, I remember. The one paying for your tuition, right?”

I nodded. “Yeah.”

She switched her head to her other hand. “So, were you always taking care of Jamie? ‘Cause you said you were used to it.”

It was probably too early in our relationship to trauma dump this much, but since she was asking, I said, “Yeah, pretty much. He was an accident, and for some goddamn reason they decided to keep him even though they already hated having me around. But I don’t resent him or anything. I love him more than anything.” I could already feel the guilt rising and grabbed a napkin to wipe at the tears forming in my eyes. “Oh God, sorry. This is embarrassing.”

“It’s not!” she said immediately. “It’s fucking normal, especially with what you’re going through.” I expected her to add something about how men not crying had something to do with the patriarchy, but she seemed to realize this wasn’t the time for a sociology lesson.

“Thanks.”

“Don’t thank me. I’m just telling the truth.”

I laughed. “Yeah, but I don’t mean just that. Thanks for everything. You barely know me, but you drove me all the way to Illinois, now you’re giving me the discount…” I grabbed another napkin to stop even more tears, but it was hopeless. They were falling uncontrollably now.

She smiled. “Well, the drive was an emergency. I wasn’t gonna let you drive drunk.”

She held my hand for a bit, then walked behind the counter to hug me. She was a good hugger, her arms wrapping tightly around my chest without making me feel suffocated.

“I’m probably getting tears in your hair,” I apologized once I could somewhat talk again.

“Don’t worry about it.”

I glanced at the clock, realizing it would be pretty embarrassing if a customer came in now. “I should probably go freshen up a bit before the next rush,” I told her, extracting myself from the hug.

“Are you sure you’re okay to keep working?”

“I mean, I don’t have much of a choice,” I pointed out. “Fair enough,” she relented, though she didn’t look happy about letting me go.

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[tiedyeflannels]

Adventure of a Lifetime

Kim Taehyung x reader

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A/N: Yo! Here's the second chapter to my Tae series! I don't really have a tentative updating schedule for this, so I'll post whenever I'm done with each chapter. I can say that I'm really feeling this story so updates will be kind of frequent. Anyway... Enjoy!

I looked away from Jeong-Gyu and over to his parents who were excitedly standing in the doorway.

I smiled, “It’s really nice to finally meet you in person, Mr. and Mrs. Kim!”

She waved me off with a smile, “You don’t have to be so formal! Call us mom and dad, if you want. We are so happy you guys are here!”

They stepped to the side and ushered us inside, “Please come inside!”

We all grabbed our bags and shuffled into the house.

Walking passed the entrance hall and into the living room, I was amazed at how big their house actually was. It was one of those cases of looking small on the outside, but having a ton of space inside and this house was a prime example of it.

Looking around the living room, there were two couches that sat on either side of a coffee table, facing a tv that sat on top of a stone fireplace. There were various plants around the room that gave it some life. Everything was organized and spaced out, it almost reminded me of the apartment.

It was nice.

“We were in the middle of making some food for you guys because you thought you might be hungry when you got here.”

As soon as Mrs. Kim said that, my stomach growled, making me instinctively put a hand on it.

“I guess we were right,” Mr. Kim laughed and shyly smiled.

“Do you need any help,” I asked as they started walking towards the kitchen.

Since it was an open layout, you could see the entire kitchen from where we were standing in the living room.

“If we want to, we would love some help! You can leave your stuff there for now or,” she pointed to Jeong-gyu and then at the stairs to the left of the kitchen, “he can show you where the guest room is.”

We nodded and started gathering our bag before we heard someone coming down the stairs.

“Are those visitors I hear,” a voice questioned.

Looking away from my bags and at the stairs, I see a boy wearing a gray hoodie with the hood over his fluffy brown hair. 

He took off his hood as his gaze fell on Jeong-Gyu before smiling wide and hurrying to hug him.

“Dude, why didn’t you tell me you were back,” he questioned as he pulled back from the hug.

“I didn’t think you cared,” Jeong-Gyu sighed, acting sad. The boy rolled his eyes, his smile never leaving, as he lightly punched Jeong-Gyu’s shoulder.

“I always care and I would’ve come to visit if I weren’t here already.”

It was just then that he seemed to notice our presence behind Jeong-Gyu and looked over his shoulder.

Looking between us and then over to Jeong-Gyu, he asked, “Who are they?”

He looked at Y/s/n before turning his attention toward me. When we made eye contact, we kind of… just stared at each other. 

I couldn’t deny that he was attractive and the shy smile that made its way onto his lips made him all the more cuter. A small smile was making its way onto my lips before I felt hands on my shoulders unexpectedly, making me flinch in surprise.

I looked over my shoulder to Jeong-Gyu and glared at him for scaring me.

“This here is Y/n! My best friend and roommate! And this…”

He shuffled over to the side and placed his hands on Y/s/n’s shoulders, “Is Y/s/n! My other best friend and Y/n’s sister!”

I politely bowed my head in greeting while Y/s/n waved. 

“Taehyung! Come help me and your mom for a second,” Mr. Kim called.

We all looked over to them as he nodded.

“We gotta set our bags in our rooms, we’ll be back,” Jeong-Gyu told Taehyung as he walked over to their parents.

“Alright, follow me.”

We grabbed our bags and followed Jeong-Gyu up the stairs that were next to the kitchen. Reaching the top of the stairs, he rounded the corner to the left and walked into the first room on the right. He placed his bags near the bed before coming to stand in the doorway. 

“This is my room and,” he pointed all the way down the hall to the open door, “that’s the guest bedroom, where you two will be staying so you can put your stuff in there.”

We nodded and started walking to the end of the hall when Y/s/n whispered, “Can we talk about how Jeong-Gyu’s brother is Kim Taehyung?” 

We entered the room and she immediately flopped on the bed.

“Don’t bring it up! I’m sure he would hate it if his brother’s friends are crazy fans, so please don’t say anything about him or his band for as long as we’re staying here, okay?”

She sighed, but nodded, “Alright, you won’t hear a peep out of me. Not that I could if I wanted to, I only know the basics of basic Korean, but I promise not to bring it up.”

I happily nodded and started for the door before looking back at her.

“You coming?”

She rolled over on the bed, “I’m pooped. I’ll just stay here for a bit.”

“Okay, I’ll let them know that you’re taking a nap from jet-lag if they ask. I’ll come get you when the food’s ready.”

“Okay, thanks!”

I made my way down to the kitchen and stopped at the island that stood in the middle. I looked at Mrs. Kim, who was washing dishes in the sink on the other side of the island.

“Did you need some help with anything?”

She looked at me and smiled, “Not right now, my dear. Taehyung helped us so you can take a seat and relax if you want.”

“Ok, but let me know if you need help,” I said, pulling out a stool from under the island. She turned away from the sink and moved to the stove behind her.

“I have to say, Y/n, your Korean has gotten better since the last time we spoke,” she spoke over her shoulder.

I shyly chuckled, “Really? I mean, it has been over a year since I last spoke with you whenever Jeong-Gyu called you last, but thank you for the compliment!”

A nice silence settled over us and the only thing you could hear was the clanging of utensils as Mrs. Kim worked around the kitchen. 

I crossed my arms on the table and laid my head on them as I silently watched her do her thing for a while before deciding to ask the one thing that’s been on my mind since we got here.

“What are you making?”

She looked back at me and then back at the pots on the stove, “I’m making japchae and kimbap! And… It looks like it’s almost done. Would you mind setting the table, dear?”

I nodded and got up, “No problem!” 

She pointed to the cupboards with the plates and the drawers with the utensils. Walking over to both of them, I grabbed everything that we needed and headed over to the dining table that was located in between the living room and kitchen. I placed a plate and some utensils at each spot before dusting off my hands, admiring my work.

“It seems that your sister and Jeong-Gyu haven’t come down yet. Would you mind letting them know that the food is ready,” Mrs. Kim said while turning off the stove. I nodded, though she was busy.

“Okay,” I said and started heading up the stairs.

I got to the top of the stairs when I heard, “Heck yeah!! Woo!”

Rounding the corner into Jeong-Gyu’s room, I see them both sitting at the foot of his bed while my sister pumped her fists in the air in celebration as she tightly holds a controller. I smiled as she cheered and then turned my gaze over to Jeong-Gyu.

He was watching her with a soft expression and a gentle smile on his face.

Oh no… I know that look.

Not wanting to jump to conclusions just yet, I lightly knocked on the door frame alerting them to my presence.

When they looked over I said, “The food is ready, by the way.” 

“Okay! I’ll be down in a sec! Let me just finish this level,” Y/s/n said as she went back to concentrating on what was on the TV screen.

While she was distracted, I took this time to motion Jeong-Gyu over to me so we could talk.

I took him into the hall, away from Y/s/n, before whispering, “You like her, don’t you?”

His eyes widened as he nervously coughed.

“What are you talking about? I don’t like Y/s/n,” He whispered back.

I crossed my arms and rolled my eyes, “Don’t bullshit me, Jeong-Gyu. I saw the way you looked at her. I’ve known you long enough to know that it’s the same way you used to look at your past girlfriends.”

He shyly looked away from me for a second before sighing.

“Fine. I do like her. A lot,” he said with a fond smile.

Why do I feel sad hearing that?

I shook off the thought and smirked. “I knew it! Are you going to tell her?”

He lightly shook his head, “Not yet. I want to make sure that what I’m feeling for her is real.”

I nodded in understanding, but ultimately wanted to get out of this conversation for now.

“Okay. Well, food’s ready and I’m hungry so I’m heading down. Make sure to bring Y/s/n when she’s done with the level.”

Just when I finished saying that, she popped out of the room, “Done.”

“Nevermind! Let’s get going before the food gets cold!”

As we were walking down, Mr. and Mrs. Kim were setting out some last minute things like napkins and cups while Taehyung brought some drinks out of the fridge and placed them on the island. The three of us washed up before grabbing our drinks and sitting down at the table.

The atmosphere was nice and lively as we were getting our food. Everyone was laughing and catching up on what everyone’s been doing while I talked with Y/s/n. While we were eating, something in the conversation caught my attention.

“How long will you and your friends be staying,” Mr. Kim asked Jeong-Gyu.

I looked over to him and raised my eyebrows in question. He looked at me and then to his parents, “About two - two and a half weeks.” 

My eyes widened, “What? What are we going to do during that time?”

He shrugged as Taehyung looked between us, confused.

“You guys came with him and didn’t even get an itinerary?”

I shook my head and glared at Jeong-Gyu, “No, because this man just told us that we were coming here and to pack our bags!”

“We can plan what we want to do now that we’re here,” Jeong-Gyu piped up.

I lightly scoffed.

“Well… How about I take you to an amusement park, here in Daegu, on Tuesday,” Taehyung asked.

Jeong-Gyu looked at me and shrugged. I told Y/s/n what Taehyung had asked as she smiled and nodded.

“I would love to go to an amusement park!”

I didn’t have any reason to say ‘no’ so I looked over to Jeong-Gyu and nodded.

“I don’t see why not.”

“Perfect! It’ll be a great start to our trip! We’re in!”

Chapter 3

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[sigewienne-writes]

Hi could you do a yandere one piece match up for me idk what info you need so I hope this works but dm me if I need to change anything.

Hi, I'm milk bean and i'm 20 going on 21 this year. I use she/ her pronouns and I'm pansexual. 

Appearance wise I'm 5,1 with a pretty slim build. I go out a lot so I am pretty athletic. I have coco brown skin and natural red  curly hair. My hair color comes from me being afro-latina, lmao people love to get on my ass about that, like MFs have never seen a black girl with natural red hair before. 

Hobbies

I am an artist, I love to draw, paint and do lots of arts and crafts. Art has been my passion since I was a little girl. 

I love to swim going out to the beach near my town. I try to go at least once or twice a week. Even if it’s me just sitting or sulking in a river to just chill or float around. 

I love to cook, I'm a huge foodie, despite my food sensitivities i still find ways around how to cook food that i love. I am willing to try new recipes as long as the texture is not too overstimulating.  I honestly could eat all day if I could. It's a wonder I haven't died yet. 

Likes

My number 1 love is the ocean, anything to do with the ocean I love. Thalassophobia never heard of her, anything creepy or cool about the ocean is something for me to be interested about. Ocean horror, history, and folklore from all different places is so cool. Sea shells are so pretty. I have like a whole chest filled with them from over the years. The ocean is one of the main reasons I got into One Piece. 

Gardening and Botany is something I got into recently as of the last couple of years. I'm a plant mom, i love plants with lots of color and variety . Not saying the regular old green is bad, but there is nothing wrong with liking plants because they are pretty.

Sleep is a weird one for me to put on here but hear me out. My room is my sanctuary and the amount of bedding I own is crazy. I have 2 whole wardrobe cabinets just for all of my bed stuff that I switch up like every other week to change up my room. Also rugs and those really fluffy couches to take naps on, there is not a place in my house that I have not organized that I  won't sleep on 

Colors are another weird one but color is something that I didn't know why I was obsessed with it until recently I found out it was because of stimulation. Color either helps me when I’m overstimulated or understimulated. Art is a really good medium to help me calm myself, and it’s why I chose my plants the way I did. I own and collect lots of ceramic plates, vases, cups and tile pieces  that I could just stare at for hours and be content.  

I love animation. I will choose animation over live action film anyday. I watch more animation than I have regular films, anime and cartoons are to die for. 

Dislikes

Bugs and insects be gone. Lmao i wanted a frog so bad then i realized i would have to feed it bugs and said nope. 

I have varying degrees of germaphobia over the years. I clean my house a ton and I will refuse to sleep or lay in my bed if I feel sweaty at all. 

I hate people who are blatantly or willfully ignorant to others' struggles . The fact that some people will refuse or double down on plight of others that are considered to be lower than himself is awful

Personality

I’m introverted but not in a shy way. I'm just content with my own company. I’m not shy or submissive but not loud and energetic. Unless you get me to talk about my hyperfixations I'm kind of just neutral. 

I’m super go with the flow type of person, really mellow, i just like to breeze by when im doing anything. 

I do tend to let myself be more open and vocal when with friends or family. 

I like to think I'm childish but not in a bad way. Not in an energetic way but in a whimsical and in the imagination sense. 

I don’t really get mad, I get more frustrated if not anything before getting full on mad. 

People who don't know me tend to think i'm shy or meek when in reality i'm just reserved 

My match up for you is…

Uta! (I hope you watched the movie 😬)

Even if she isn’t a canon character, she’s the one who came into mind.

My reason is- your love for the ocean and art, and Uta- She also loves the ocean and is an artist in her own way.

She’d like your creativity, and like have dates centred around that. While you draw or paint- She’ll watch you, she definitely creates colorful abstract art.

And like, she’ll also bring you to the beach and collect pretty shells. You guys have special dates like that ! And this girl would 1000% make matching bracelets or necklaces with the pretty shells.

If you’re okay with it, she’ll love to sing with you!!! More dates around that- This girl will shower you in dates, love, and attention!!!!!!!!!!!

And her devil fruit- omg her devil fruit. If you’re feeling over or under-stimulated her devil fruit is PERFECT. She’ll sing softly for you, the reality around you seems to shift and suddenly there’s so many pretty colors around you. She definitely loves helping you in that way!

And like, while your swimming, she’ll only just watch you (bc she cant swim) while fantasising about her future with you (or blatantly admire your body)

THIS GIRLIE IS A ROMANCE NOVEL READER. ODA TOLD ME. She’ll being you on all sorts of dates and her heart thumps at any of those clichés. And she’s so happy you just go along with it.

And with your personality, I feel like she’d justify herself forcing herself into your life. She’s not just there. She’s a presence you simply cannot ignore. Eventually you learn to just deal with it and maybe even enjoy her constant presence.

This girl does not mind listening to you talk about your hyper fixations, in fact she LOVES it. She loves it even more when she had your head in her lap and she’s stroking your hair, while you talk about it. Like she loves your voice!!!!

She’s soooooo clingy, she cannot leave you alone fr fr.

I don’t think you could make her angry with how chill you are so she’s the energetic one in the relationship.

She is SO happy once you start opening up to her and from that point on, she will literally kill anyone she deems to close to you to monopolise all your attention for herself. Like, she has your heart open to her and she’s going to keep it that way.

Sorry boo you will be alone and only have her on your side 😭😭

[pbandjesse]

Jess just left. It was so nice having her here today. We had a really rough night here. And I needed the pick me up.

Sylvie was just really fussy and kept waking up when she wasn't being held. So since we are being so strict about not cosleeping it did not lead to good rest.

I was so tired already. And after we finished watching our show we gave her a bath. And it did go better but also I got water in her mouth which made her cough a bunch which I think less to her spitting up here 9pm bottle. We had to change her sleep sack and her sheets. And then she was just really unsettled and would only stay calm laying on me. Which makes sense. But I wanted to sleep too.

After trying to feed her again and walking around with her and just having no luck. I tried changing her and finally just took her to her room to try laying her in the big crib.

This was around 11. And since she had some formula around 1015 I hoped she wouldn't be to awake for midnight. And I was able to get about 45 minutes of sleep.

At midnight I heard James stirring and came to the baby room to check in on us. And found me sleeping under their winter coat that they left in there. Brought me some comfort.

They helped me get up and brought us back to our bedroom.

Sylvie still struggled to settle. But James would take over for a bit. And let me rest and even though it was a really long night, James was our rock and took care of us.

When I woke up James was feeling Sylvie. And they were both so tired. Sylvie was doing alright and would be a pretty happy baby for the morning. But would get a little fussy as the day went on. When she wasn't sleeping she just seemed really uncomfortable. I hope her tummy isn't bothering her.

I got up and dressed and felt alright. I feel like the last few days my eyeliner isn't coming out right and that's annoying but whatever. I put some stuff away and hung out with Sylvie in our bedroom. Give James some time to themself. They offered to sell breakfast but I asked them to hold off until Jess got to us around 11 so we could have egg sandwiches together.

And that is what they did. Jess got here and I was upstairs and I was just so happy to see her. She brought me a butterfly from the flower show. It's a really interesting one, sort of a zebra brown. A very thoughtful choice.

We would have our sandwiches and she was thrilled to hold Sylvie. I showed her all my organized jewelry and I got to tell her about my special pieces and the special pieces I have for Sylvia. I would also show her the basement and the stuff I would appreciate having her help sort later. She's very good at helping me sort.

We would soon head out into the world. Right before Sylvia had her noon bottle. We got our stuff together, and I remembered to take my meds and then we were off.

I am not supposed to be driving still so Jess took us to our destinations. First stop: the museum.

There we dropped off Sylvia's insurance paperwork and Zella's spring form pan. But it was a quick stop.

Next we took the tunnel over to Joann's to see if there was anything good to get. But we got a bit overwhelmed by the options and the lack of actual good deals. Like we were looking at the planters and the one was $200??? Guys you are liquidating this should be $40 max. We pick up some stuff but ended up abandoning the cart. Both because the deals just weren't that good and the line was basically to the back of the store. Nevermind. Not worth it.

So instead we went to the savers next door. And we had way to much fun over there. The store itself was a little busy and people were a bit rude, but overall it was a great time.

We went a little to wild on the baby clothes. It was so fun honestly. We also got to see a one month old baby and chat with the mom. I was impressed by her fabric baby wrap. I would like to try a stretchy wrap at some point.

We also got a ton of blankets. I found an amazing duvet cover. Jess got a quilt and a crocheted blanket. I got a brand new pillow and a fuzzy purple pillow case. We were having a great time.

I got a cardigan and while looking there we ran into someone who recognized me from one of my workshops! She took my sewing class. And I got to show off pictures of Sylvie and that was exciting for me. I felt so proud.

Me and Jess hid away over by the books to go through our very full cart and while we were other there, also look at frames. I found one I loved and Jess was slightly jealous but then we found a second of the same frame!! Both Jesss' keep winning.

We spent to much money but I had a coupon. Jess got a second cart so we could scan things and put them directly on the new cart which worked really well. One of the workers came up behind me while I was scanning to compliment my outfit and slightly startled me. But it was because I was so focused.

When we got to the car we were struggling with our two carts on the hill, trying not to hit the cars around us. But, with lots of laughing, we figured it out.

We went to Taco Bell and had a late lunch. I was getting to the end of my pain meds

window. But we ate at a booth. We shared a soda and each got three things. And it was a really nice little meal. Just talking and recalling memories of past taco bell menu items. A silly day.

We went back home after that. James was tired and we encouraged them to go bike for a while to move their body and hopefully feel better.

While James was gone we would bring Sylvie to the basement with us and worked on going through all of our wrapping paper and bags and stuff. This took a good amount of time. Jess teased me about how much she classified as actual trash. But we went through it all and now there is just one box with gift bags and tissue paper.

James got home soon after we started our next task. Which was sorting my donation pile. Which went fairly well. There was only a few things I was keeping from the one box so it was really just putting things in boxes and bags to take to the free swap on the 30th. It felt really good to get those things sorted and ready to leave our house.

James was doing laundry and would hang out with us for a bit. We took pictures outside. And hung out on the swing for a bit. Sylvie was more awake but was just super fussy. We would end up feeding her a little early but she was spilling all over and it was not going well. So then she was still fussy. It was not ideal.

Jess would do a lot of rocking baby. She was trying very hard to be a help and she was! But it's so hard when baby just didn't want to be calm.

I would get some mail. A book I ordered and the new foam mattress for the Moses basket downstairs. That also came with a small zipper pouch for baby essentials. I'm going to keep that in the diaper tote bag to keep it a little more organized.

Jess would keep an eye on the gps. And even though we were all having a good time, we were all getting really tired. So she would head home. Hugs all around and I jokingly told her to get out of my house. I knew she was going to miss baby but also was excited to go back to her own house.

She texted me a bit ago that she is home safe now. And since she left I finished putting things away. And have been hanging out with Sylvie and James. Sylvie is on and off very fussy. And we are all really tired. But I am really really hoping that Sylvia is tired enough to let us rest. But I think she has an upset belly and is just uncomfortable. I hate that I can't fix it for her. Hopefully it passes soon. I can at least empathize, because I also have an upset belly.

James took Sylvie downstairs to hang out. And I think I'm going to take a shower now. And hopefully we can sleep.

Tomorrow I just plan on being home. Working on my drawing a bit more. Maybe some knitting. Maybe the finishing work on my bean bears.

Brandon is supposed to stop by in the afternoon. It will be good for James to have a friend come over. James is so tired and they seem sad today. From the exhaustion but, despite me telling them otherwise, they also keep saying they aren't doing a good job taking care of us. Which is ridiculous. But I will just keep telling them they are an amazing partner and parent. And I love them so much.

I love you all too. Sleep well my friends. Until tomorrow.

[littlepadika]

Ohhh I'm a goner for Professor Pike! Based on this Ask could you please tell me about the end of the semester? Finals are almost done, and the last exam she needs to sit for is Art History. After this, the semester is officially over and she's ready to graduate.

She sits in the front row, wearing a skirt cut high and a top cut low, and all Marcus can think about during the 3-hour exam is taking her home and giving in to the overwhelming temptation of the past couple of months...

I'm gone DEAD AND GONE! I didn't have any ideas until you planted these gorgeous ones thank u 💞 at this point I would do anything for Professor Markie. ANYTHINGGGG

Warnings: Fluff attack, student x professor, mention of family death/homelessness, PIV smut, innocence kink.

Professor Marcus Part 2

source: fuckyeahmarcuspike

"See you later." Marcus winked before heading out to class. He looked adorable today in his baby blue button down and leather messenger bag. Of course he always looked incredible, but as the weather had gotten warmer he was tan and more exposed.

Today was the final exam for his class and your last exam of your entire college career. You couldn't help but feel anxious about it. Not the exam, you knew your stuff. Anxious about graduating and what that could mean for you and Marcus. He asked if you had family coming to the ceremony, to which you had to awkwardly tell him you didn't. Not since your mom died. Marcus was your family now.

You applied to jobs around the country in your field and outside of it. You were excited to leave the survival mode of the past two years behind you. However, your heart ached when you thought of leaving Marcus. Would you go back to living in your car and lusting for your professor? It's what you used to do before living with him. Maybe the memories would lose their sparkle and you'd mistake it for a dream. Impossible. You'd never forget him.

You had probably deluded yourself into thinking this, but it seemed he loved your company as much as you loved his. It would be silly to make a decision that led you both to be lonely, wouldn't it? Yet you wondered if you weren't around that Marcus would be dating or doing something else with his time besides worrying about you. You had seen his longing glances at families in the park nearby. It was almost annoying sometimes because you wanted to shout at him, "I'm right here." You were more than willing to give him all of that and more.

You gathered your things and left the house shortly after him. It was already warm out. You shed your sweater, to show off the new sun dress you bought last week. It was a splurge item and you were saving it for this day specifically. Your last day. But also when you would see Marcus.

When you walked into the lecture hall, Marcus was already in the front organizing the green exam booklets for the in class essays. His lips were moving silently as he counted each stack. He always talked to himself when he concentrated, another adorable thing about him. You smiled shyly and waved when he looked up. He winked back at you, following your form with his eyes as you took your seat.

You got your pencil and eraser set out on the desk, waiting to begin. You frowned as a couple students were bugging Marcus, obviously flirting with him. Who wouldn't? Marcus had tons of women and men to choose from. You glared down at your desk. That's when you noticed a little blue sticky note on the top right corner. Good luck :)

The cramped handwriting was unmistakable.

The class fell silent as the exams went out. Marcus handed you your green book last, lingering on the exchange.

"Good luck." He whispered. You noticed his eyes sweep down your chest, lips parting slightly. You beamed up at him, an excited flutter in the pit of your stomach. He noticed! Marcus cleared his throat and stepped away, the tips of his ears visibly red. Suddenly it was very hard for you to concentrate on the task at hand.

Marcus dove behind his desk, hiding his growing erection. That dress. That damn dress. He wracked his brain trying to remember other outfits you wore. Never anything that feminine and revealing. It was torture. Marcus watched you scribble away in your exam book, no doubt writing incredibly cogent and insightful ideas while his thoughts were all filth. He wanted to march over there and finally have his way with you. Tell you had long he had wanted you.

His lust was so loud in his head he blushed and look around like someone could hear. How many times in the shower he's paused to make sure you weren't listening to him jack off to the thought of you? Now he was in a room full of people and he was losing his grip. He couldn't stop the fantasy. Not when your tits were spilling out of your dress and that little skirt was slipping up your thighs as you shifted in your seat. Not when he could easily push you down onto the desk and lift that skirt up and just- thrust into your hot pussy.

Takin' my cock so well, baby girl.

"Shit." He mumbled. You were looking at him. You blushed and looked away when he smiled back innocently. What were you doing- did you somehow read his thoughts? Maybe you were having them too.

Oh, sweetheart. Come here and let me put you out of your misery...

Fuck- you'd palm him through his pants with wide eyes, called by some innate drive. He would show you a pleasure only he could give. Then you would never leave... that was a heady thought.

He jumped out of his skin when the timer for the exam went off. Most people had left, dropping their exams in the basket up front. He hardly noticed. He was still thinking of you and now you were standing in front of him.

"All done!"

"G-good." He blinked up at you trying to wipe his mind.

"Are you going home? I mean- back to the apartment?"

He smiled when you said the word home.

"Uh- yeah. I mean no. I'm going to grade these and then uh- yeah." He glued his eyes to your eyes, trying not to look down.

"Okay." You held back a chuckle at how flustered he was. You thought of staying and pushing him a little but instead you said, "my friend wanted to get coffee so... I'll see you later?"

"Sure. Oh and congrats. You're done with college!" Marcus cheered. Marcus remembered what he had planned for you. He needed to get his body under control so he could get things set up for when you got home. Home. He smiled to himself.

When you got home, your jaw dropped. A dozen gold balloons were floating all over the living room with the words "Congrats Grad" written on them. On the kitchen table there was a huge bouquet of flowers and a teddy bear with a graduation cap on.

"Marcus- what... oh my god!" You blinked back tears. You dumped your bag and ran into the living room where he was standing with his hands clasped behind his back nervously. You were at a loss for words. How did you get so lucky to have this man in your life?

"Too much?" He laughed sheepishly at your shocked face. "I just wanted to celebrate you. Last day and all."

"This is the sweetest thing!" You rushed towards him, hugging him tightly. "I don't even know what to say. Thank you. Thank you!"

"Of course, sweetheart. You worked hard. You deserve to be appreciated." Marcus smiled wrapping his arms around you. "Aaaand I already graded your final!"

"So how did I do...?" You stood up on your tiptoes.

"Perfect as always." Marcus laughed. His eyes flickered from your bright eyes to your big smile and back. "You're done. You did it!"

"Yay! I couldn't have done it without you, Marcus. I couldn't have. After mom I thought-You-" You were getting weepy again. You tightened your hands around his shirt, wrinkling it beneath your grip.

Marcus shushed you gently. "I have no doubt you could have done this all on your own. You're the strongest person I know. I'm just glad that you didn't have to. That I got to be a part of it."

"Me, too." You whispered. You stared up at him greedily. Joy snuffing out your self consciousness. His eyes were warm and soft with affection, pink lips slightly parted. He stroked your face with his thumbs, wiping away your tears.

"No tears." Marcus breathed though he felt his own eyes grow hazy.

"They're ha-happy tears." You hiccuped before laughing weakly. You leaned your cheek into his touch, reveling in the warm spotlight of his attention. "You're the best thing that has ever happened to me."

"I think you have it reversed." Marcus laughed weakly. This was one of the last things he would be able to do for you if you went away. His hands dropped from your face.

"Marcus..." You frowned. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." He stepped back a little causing you to frown deeper. "I'm so proud of you, sweetheart. I feel- I'll be honest I don't want to see you go." His voice tightened at the end and he averts his gaze. Trying to find composure. He had told himself he wouldn't say it. He wouldn't guilt you into leaving. It's what you should do.

"I don't want to go." You replied, stepping back into his space, the warm halo that followed him around. You found the courage to speak was already there, brought forth by all his loving attention. "I want to stay with you."

His head snapped up, a hopeful smile on his face which was short lived. "You can't say things like that unless you mean it. I'm-I've had my heart broken too many times to ever-"

"Marcus." You silenced him, taking his hands in yours. "I meant it. I-I love you. I've been trying not to blurt it out for the past month. And it's not because you're my knight in shining armor or because you're my professor. It's- it's-" You lost your footing as Marcus reached for you, cradling your head in his hands and kissing you. His lips were perfect; warm and firm against yours.

"I've been trying not to say it too." He mumbled, eyes closed in reverence. "I love you, sweetheart. Having you in my life has been... everything. You don't even know. Before this I was-god I want-" He exhaled harshly, blowing warm air against your face.

"What? What do you want?" You implored pressing into him further. Marcus groaned, his erection suddenly returning with a vengeance at the feel of your soft body against his. That damn little dress you were in, barely covering your warm skin. He tentatively laced a finger through the spaghetti strap before pulling it down your shoulder. He admired the smooth skin below.

"Marcus?" You gasped when he placed a wet kiss along your collarbone and across your exposed shoulder. He pushed down the other strap. He paused listening to your shallow breathing. "Don't stop." You begged, carding your fingers through his soft brown hair.

"This dress has been teasing me all day." He groaned, pulling more of the thin fabric down your chest over your bra.

"I- I wore it just for you." You whimpered as he kissed down your sternum.

"Yeah? Made me so fucking hard during the exam. Wanted to fuck you." Marcus confessed.

"Me- me too... even before I moved in. In your office- fuck-" Marcus popped back up, his hair mused and standing on end, eyes dark with desire.

"Dirty girl. Thinkin' about her professor like that." He tutted.

"And you were fantasizing about a student. You know that's highly unethical." You teased. He kissed you again, slowly pushing you back to the couch. You undid his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders. He unclipped your bra, tossing it behind him. He did this all for you. The balloons, the note, the cooking, the encouragement. Your whole body was open to him.

"You're not my student anymore, baby. But we can still play if you want... make up for lost time." He sucked just below your ear, muttering that filthy idea. "I fucked myself every morning because of you, sweetheart." Marcus muttered. "Thought you'd hear me in the shower cumming for you."

"God Marcus... you should have asked me to help." You moaned thinking of him jerking himself off in the shower while you were in your room across the hall.

Once you were on your back, Marcus slid his hands up your thighs, your skirt bunching along his wrist until he pushed it all the way to your waist. His calloused hands made your inner thigh break out in goose bumps. He stared greedily at your lacy underwear, slightly off center, revealing some of your wet pussy.

"Marcus please don't tease me. Not right now. I need you." You sat up pulling him down on you and crossing your legs behind his back. "I need you inside me. I've waited so long. Please."

"I know." His gaze momentarily softened. "I'll never make you wait again. You're my girl."

You gulped. Marcus was serious. He pushed your panties to the side, toying with your clit now. He kissed you sweetly, tasting your mouth as he shucked down his pants. You swallowed harshly as his cock bobbed between his legs. Of course his cock was as perfect as he was, pointing straight and neatly trimmed. He was big. Bigger than anyone you had before but you felt no discomfort as he sunk into you.

As Marcus fucked you, he tried to memorize how you felt in his arms. Not because it was goodbye but because it was the start of a new chapter. When his thrusts became rougher he finally let his self consciousness go. When he came buried inside you he whispered promises into your skin. Promises of marriage, family, and vacations to foreign art museums, but most importantly a lifetime of happiness.

When you walked across that graduation stage Marcus had the honor of handing you your diploma. He gave you a big hug and a wink. There would be more time in private to celebrate. Perhaps in his office over a glass of champagne.

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GF & MvsM - Wanna Talk About Dinos?

This crossover was inevitable. It just works too well. Maybe one day i’ll write a fic about how the folks at Gravity Falls handled the robot-apocalypse. Probably shrugged it off. “Eh. We’ve had worse.” Haha! What if Stan and Ford, cuz they were out sailing, had no clue what happened and when they came back they were like, “Wait, what?”

For now, please enjoy this fic of Aaron making a new friend...

(credit goes to @stephreynaart for her OC Jacob) ~~~~~~~~~~ “Hi, would you like to talk to me about dinosaurs?”

Aaron asked this question more times than he could keep track of, but that wasn’t going to stop him from asking it. It started as a dare from his big sister two years ago, but now it’s a fun hobby. When fifth grade isn’t overwhelming him, scaring him with mountains of homework and horror stories about how hard middle school is going to be, and when he’s run out of YouTube videos to catch up on, he is on the hunt for fellow giant-lizard-lovers like a hungry Ceratosaurus.

“No, okay bye.” But it did get a little tiring to always cross out names and phone-numbers on the phone book with red ink. Hey, a dinosaur of a way to find phone-numbers was appropriate. He read the next number, dialed it, and after a ring or two he asked, “How would you like to talk with me about dinosaurs? No, okay thank you.”

Aaron crossed out another name and sighed, taking a break since he reached the end of a line of numbers. Maybe he should just be grateful for Abbey and accept that no one else wants to talk about the Jurassic Period. Or the Cretaceous Period. Or the Triassic Period. But then a big, old, gray-tinted ad distracted him. He grinned, thinking it would at least be fun to give them a call, and he dialed the number.

Private home phone-numbers were fun, but businesses were also fun! Poor, bored workers would gladly talk to him rather than crabby Karens, and they got paid for it! So Aaron smiled as the phone rang, and he grinned when someone picked up.

“Thanks for calling the Mystery Shack, you’re talking to Mr. Mystery himself! How may I befuddle or bewilder you?”

“Hi! How would you like to talk with me about dinosaurs?”

“Oh, dude! I’d love to, but I’m scheduled for a tour of the Oddity Museum in three minutes.” The man said, and Aaron grinned continuously, because it sounded like Mr. Mystery really wanted to talk with him about dinosaurs. “But hey! Can you hold on for one minute, I think I know a guy!”

“Yeah, sure mister!” And Aaron was greeted by the sound of a catchy jingle about buying t-shirts and mugs and snowglobes. He smiled and wiggled his feet along to the music as he looked outside at the beautiful late-fall afternoon, entertained while he waited.

~~~~~~~~~~

Soos was on the hunt. He planned out the house in his head. Abuelita was taking a nap upstairs, Melody was organizing the upcoming tour, and Stan took Jacob out for ice cream, so he might be…

The owner of the Shack grinned when he stopped at the doorway and saw the man he was looking for, sitting in Stan’s chair, reading a book.

“Uncle Ford!”

The old sailor smiled up at the young man. “Yes, wh-...”

“Do you think you could answer the phone for me? I have a tour and I think this customer’s request is right up your alley.”

“Uh… sure, but w-...”

“Thanks, you’re the best!” And Soos was gone before he could address Ford’s confusion.

Ford was a bit lost, having little to no business with business, but he had learned at this point to trust Soos, so he picked up the phone beside him and was immediately greeted with a sweet, “How would you like to talk with me about dinosaurs?”

Ford grinned and closed his book. “I would love to! All three periods are equally as fascinating to study, but the Triassic contains some of my favorite dinosaurs!”

A young voice gasped on the other line. “Mine, too! Everyone thinks the Jurassic period is so great, and it’s pretty cool, but the Triassic gave us Plateosaurus and the Brachiosaurus!”

“That’s very true! You know, it’s very interesting, maybe depictions don’t include feathers at all, which is a bit frustrating, but perhaps after the news has spread they will incorporate more feathers on merchandise and textbooks.”

“YES! That’s what I wanna do when I grow up, help draw better-accurate dinosaurs!”

~~~~~~~~~~

The phone rang on Sunday. The Shack was closed today, so Stan lazily answered it and was greeted with, “Wanna talk about dinosaurs?”

“Sixer, phone for you!”

Ford ran into the living room, elbowed his twin out of the chair, and took the phone. “Hello again, Aaron! Now, where were we? Right, so Australopithecus. … No, I don’t think… Oh! No, homo habilis was erect, Australopithecus was never fully erect.”

“Maybe he was nervous.” Stan groaned, getting to his feet.

Ford shot him a look as thankfully the young boy on the other end didn’t catch that and happily shared some more fun-facts about homo habilis.

~~~~~~~~~~

While most college students were excited for Spring Break so they could get drunk or lose their virginity, Katie was excited because her family had planned a special secret roadtrip. She was careful to keep up with her family and talk to her parents and brother frequently, but Aaron had a hobby he wasn’t talking about that his parents found out and were thrilled about. Aaron had made another friend.

Rick and Katie did some research and the tourist attraction sounded right up their alley! In the middle of the woods, tons of weird stuff, and a fun roadtrip filled with diners and attractions. They decided to surprise Aaron, and they made up a lie that they would spend Spring Break in California with Katie so she could show her family around San Francisco, when in actuality they would be traveling up the state to the Redwood Highway and see the oddity place, and maybe even allow Aaron to meet his new pen-pal. Or, um, phone-pal.

So after bombarding Katie with hugs the Mitchells threw her luggage into the car and drove off. Aaron turned to Katie and excitingly asked, “So where are we going first? Can we go fix the Golden Gate bridge by painting it gold?”

Katie laughed and ruffled his hair. “Maybe later, right now I wanna show you guys this fun store right outside of town. Here, check out the videos I made for my classes!” And she pulled out some airpods and gave one to Aaron.

“Cool!”

Rick and Linda smirked at each other as they drove north. By the time they reached a little diner in Redding, CA, it was very clear to Aaron that they weren’t in San Francisco anymore. “Come on, just tell me where we’re going!” The boy begged as he fed Monchi a fry.

“The best kind of prizes are the surprises.” Linda quoted.

“Eric, Deborahbot5000, where are we going?”

“Sorry, Aaron, we cannot give that information.” Eric said, he and the other robot sitting politely in their seats, happy to be a part of the social interaction.

“Yes, Mother will bury us if we disobey.” Deborahbot said matter-of-factly.

“What?! No I won’t, sweeties.”

“Won’t you ground us?”

The family laughed and Aaron let the topic go; if he was honest, he loved a good surprise. The big family stopped in a motel just at the California-Oregon border, and the next morning after muffins and coffee and orange juice they were on the road again, passing dozens of trees that made Rick feel at home. Katie happily recorded the trip, trusted to be the documenter for another fun roadtrip, with hopefully not as much mortal peril.

Aaron watched as they left the highway for a simple road, and they passed a big sign. The boy gasped and caught what was happening. “No WAY! Really?!”

“You know, I hear this Mystery Shack even has a Sasquatch.” Rick commented while Linda pulled out a pamphlet from the glove box.

“It says here it’s full of odd things you’ll never see anywhere else, even a dinosaur footprint…”

“Wasn’t there a rumor of there being a Bottomless Pit?” Katie asked, pointing her camera at Aaron to get his reaction.

“Thank you thank you THANK YOU!!!” Aaron cheered, hugging his Dad’s neck and kissing his Mom’s cheek.

“Hey, no worries, buddy.” Rick eased, fixing his shewed glasses. “We wanted to see this place, too!”

“Why don’t we eat a quick lunch and then we’ll take the backroad for the attraction? There’s a coupon in here for a diner made from a giant log!”

And so after being served by a pretty blonde teenager at Greasy’s, they drove through town to get to the backroad. Signs made them confident that they were going the correct way, as well as Eric and Deborahbot5000’s GPS. Then as they turned a corner, a big triangle-shaped building came into view. Aaron grinned at the giant sign with a missing letter. People were already leaving, arms full of souvenirs and one or two already wearing their new hats or t-shirts. Once Rick parked in the Free Parking Lot, Aaron spilled out of the car and ran for the shack, but he stopped.

Katie caught up to him and patted his back. “You cool, man?”

Aaron shrugged, holding his hands in front of him and his shoulders up to hide his face a bit. “I-I dunno… What if… What if he doesn’t like me?”

“Hey, I get it.” Katie admitted. “When I first met my friends I was really nervous. I had talked to them online for weeks and I was worried it wasn’t gonna be what it was all cracked up to be, but it was. Your system worked! You found another dino-lover! You earned this moment. Just take in a deep breath and be yourself, cuz you’re a pretty cool dude.”

Aaron smiled up at his big sister. “Thanks.”

Trusting Eric and Deborahbot5000 to watch Monchi and make sure he used the bathroom, the Mitchells went inside the shack. On the porch there was an ice cooler, a sign reading schedule times for tours of the Oddity Museum, a Help Wanted sign, and two rocking chairs with a game of checkers between them.

Inside the store a few customers filled up the gift shop, alongside t-shirts, snowglobes, a vending machine, a door beside ti that read Employees Only, a bookshelf full of comic on one side and old newspapers claiming alien sightings on the other, a fish tank holding a monkey-mermaid, and barrels full of spaceship keychains and dino claws. A new section called Camping Stuff caught Rick’s eye, selling backpacks, lanterns, flashlights, batteries, canteens, and compasses. Katie opened a comic called Lil’Stanley and laughed at the swears, taking a pic and sending it to her friends’ group chat. Linda looked into the barrel full of patches and grinned at all the fun designs, while Aaron stared happily at the mer-monkey.

The Employees Only door opened and closed and Rick watched as a man in a suit, fez, and eyepatch walked up to the lady at the register and kissed her cheek. The woman smiled lovingly and left while the guy who resembled a gopher checked a customer out. Rick waited until the buyer left to approach the register, leaning an arm on the counter.

“Welcome to the Mystery Shack, dude!”

“Thanks! So, this is gonna sound weird, but my son Aaron talks to a guy here about dinosaurs…”

“No way!” The owner interrupted excitedly. “Good to see you, dudes! I’m Mr. Mystery! Wow, you guys came a long way, huh?”

“Nah, only from California. My daughter is attending art school there.”

While the men chit-chatted and Linda joined them, Katie noticed a guy walking up to Aaron and looking at the mer-monkey. She smiled and tried to read the comic without being too nosy, but she kept her senses on her brother.

“Hm, quite fascinating, isn’t it?” The man in the blue hoodie said. “But I think my favorite is the fossilized footprint. Could be Nanuqsaurus hoglundi.”

“The Polar Bear Lizard?” Aaron clarified, touching his chin as he looked at the dino-print, his back to the man he was talking to. “Maybe, but they’re from Alaska. It’s possible plate tectonics did cause some fossils to be relocated here, but it could also be a Nanotyrannosaurus lancensis footprint.”

“The Dwarf Tyrant? Could very well be. Would you like to talk about dinosaurs after your tour?”

Aaron’s eyes widened as the voice was finally familiar to him. He turned and looked up to find an old man smiling up at him. He had fluffy gray hair with a white stripe running around his scalp, wrinkles by his eyes due to smiling, a cleft chin, glasses, and wore a blue hoodie with a maroon sweater underneath. His hands were behind his back and he smiled down at Aaron warmly, while the boy was jittery and overly-excited. He took in a sharp breath and had to fight every muscle to keep from leaping through the screen door. 

“H-H-Hi…” He peeped. He cleared his throat and tried again. “Y-Yeah, sure! I’d love to! I’m Aaron! Er, wait, you already knew that.” And he held out a hand to shake.

His phone-pal, Ford, chuckled and got on one knee to be eye-level. “Greeting, Aaron! It’s nice to formally meet you.”

Aaron shook his hand and noticed something. He had six fingers on his right hand. A quick glance told Aaron he also had six fingers on his left hand. Aaron grinned with sparkling eyes at his new friend, while the old sailor smiled warmly at the boy that reminds him of his niece and nephew when they were young.

[quintessenceofdust73]

“You shouldn’t go alone, Pidge,” Hunk Garrett had said to him.

“Our Voltcoms are linked. You’ll be able to monitor my progress, Hunk. I’ll upload the data to you as soon as I receive it. Then you can share it with the others,” Darrell replied. “You guys will need it to help our commanders plan the siege.”

“I still don’t like it,” said Commander Lance. “Are you sure you won’t need backup?”

“I’ll be fine,” Darrell said nonchalantly. “I’m a science ninja, remember?”

“A science ninja?” asked Paladin Lance. “Is that like, a thing in your universe?” Paladins Hunk and Pidge exchanged surprised looks.

“Shorty moves like a ninja too,” Hunk from Lion Force commented.

Darrell smiled. “Yep. I actually have a stealth suit and throwing stars and everything.”

“Darrell and his brother Chip are from the planet Balto,” Tech Sergeant Hunk explained to them. Shorty’s eyebrows lifted at the mention of Chip’s name and his own home planet.

“Yeah,” Commander Lance continued. “There’s a whole planet of science nerds—I mean science ninjas—in our universe.”

Shorty frowned. His handsome friend Lance patted his shoulder. “Unfortunately Balto was a casualty of war in our Universe,” Lance said softly. Shorty bowed his head.

“We saw the destruction of that world,” said Shorty’s friend Hunk.

“I hope we never have to witness anything like that again,” added Lance solemnly as he gave Shorty a side hug.

“Let’s not talk about that right now,” Shorty said, trying to change the subject. He pushed his glasses up to swipe at his watery eyes. “I want to hear more about the ninja stuff!”

“Well,” Darrell began, “My Voltcom can transform my uniform into a stealth suit that helps me blend in with the shadows while hiding my heat signature from most life form scanners. I am practically invisible to surveillance cameras as well. I was hoping that you guys could reverse engineer something similar for the others while I am on my mission.” He looked at his friend Hunk, Paladin Hunk, and Katie Holt.

“I’ve got tons of spare parts in my portable Hunkyard,” his friend replied.

“Yeah,” Commander Lance explained to the others, “Yellow Lion’s cargo bay looks like an electronics store.”

“Sounds like our Pidge,” Paladin Hunk commented. “She absolutely hoards alien tech. I am sure she has stuff aboard her Green Lion we can use too! Not to mention all of the stuff I packed for this trip.”

Darrell activated the stealth function on his Voltcom and showed them how he could turn practically invisible. “Organic beings can still see me if I am standing in a well-lit area, but other than that—“

“Aw, man! I want one of those!” exclaimed Paladin Lance.

“I’ve got smart stars, too,” Darrell continued as he deactivated his stealth mode. “They never miss.” He held a pair deadly Baltonian shuriken between his fingertips.

“Whoa!” Shorty exclaimed. “I’d actually trade some of my grenades for those.”

Katie Holt’s eyes sparkled at the thought of reverse engineering something similar to Darrell’s stealth suit for the Paladins. Her own Lance noticed this, of course. He slung an arm around his girlfriend’s shoulders proudly.

“You know, our Pidge is from a whole family of science nerds,” he began, “but last time I checked, no one in her family was a secret assassin.”

“I’m not so sure,” said Katie. “My mom can kill with a glance if I miss curfew.” Paladins Lance and Hunk laughed at that remark.

“Yeah, and her brother Matt is pretty good with a bo staff too,” Hunk added.

“You know, Pidge’s Bayard is like a ninja grappling hook among other things. We may be onto something,” said Lance.

Shorty, his friends Lance and Hunk, Commander Lance, and Paladin Lance spent the remainder of the morning helping Tech Sergeant Hunk, Paladin Hunk, and Katie Holt unpack and sort out the items they would need for their makeshift laboratory and workshop while Darrell Stoker prepared to depart for his mission.

Read the Defenders of the Multiverse crossover fic here!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31663769/chapters/78362156

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Lightning in a Bottle

Pairing: Trans Fem! Jack ‘Whiskey’ Daniels/GN! Reader

Word Count: 2,484 

Warnings: swearing, homophobia/transphobia, needles, hurt/comfort.

Permanent Taglist: @phoenixhalliwell @star-wars-hell​

It is week three of pride month! This is the third set of prompts that came from @flightlessangelwings and @autumnleaves1991-blog​ Pride writing prompts! I’ve never written Trans Jack before, and while I would typically headcanon him as trans masc, I thought this would be fun instead. 

Prompts: Glitter and/or “I’ll always be by your side”

You sighed, settled at Jack’s vanity as you organized her makeup. She was a menace when it came to organization, and more often than not, you were the one lining her lipsticks up in front of the mirror and putting the eyeliner pens back in their cup. After two years, you’d think she’d get the hang of this, but you’d be wrong. Even when she was away, like she was now, she couldn’t bother to put anything where it went before she left. You put her brushes back in their proper place in a drawer, absently checking your phone for the time or a text. Jack was due home any minute now, and even though she hadn’t been away for long, her absence had affected you. 

The front door creaked open, and you perked up, turning in the vanity chair so you could pay attention to the sounds coming from downstairs. 

“Hey babe!” Jack’s voice filtered up the stairs, and you smiled, hearing her take her boots off downstairs. “I’m home!” 

Standing, you abandoned the mini project you’d been working on in favor of walking to the top of the stairs to watch Jack shimmy out of her coat and hang her hat up on top of the coat rack. She was a picture of beauty, her back to you as she loosened the top buttons of her shirt and rolled her sleeves up. Turning, she caught sight of you, her face pulling into a wide smile. “There’s my baby!” She said, running up the stairs until she was on the landing. “Come kiss me. I missed you.” 

You ran down the steps, crashing into Jack and wrapping her in a hug. She’d been gone for two days, out on a mission for work. It was only two days, but you’d been grouchier than usual for those two days, and all you wanted was Jack cuddles. “I missed you too baby.” 

Jack scooped you up, carrying you to the bedroom and plopping you down on the bed. As you laughed, Jack pulled her skirt and petticoat off, leaving her in shorts and her button up. You smiled, gesturing her close. Jack didn’t argue, crawling across the bed so she could rest her head on your chest. It took a minute to find the best spot that wouldn’t send any of your limbs to sleep, but when you did find it, you knew Jack wouldn’t be getting up for anything. 

“Did you have fun?” You asked, gently tugging Jack’s hair ties out and undoing her two braids. “Where’d they send you? Wasn’t it Montana again?” 

“It was,” Jack said, eyes closed as you combed through her curls with your fingers. “Still as beautiful as ever. I’m gonna take you for our honeymoon.” 

You chuckled, blinking slowly. “If we ever get married,” you finished. 

“We will,” Jack promised, reaching up and trapping one of your hands in hers. “We absolutely will.” 

Almost an hour passed while you and Jack cuddled, both of you nearly falling asleep until you remembered something. “Ah fuck,” you grumbled, untangling your limbs from Jack’s. “I have to run to the grocery store. I forgot to do it yesterday. I was so hectic with this work thing, and then you called to tell me you were coming home, and it completely slipped my mind.” As you rambled, you pulled on a neater shirt, looking around for your shoes. 

“Can I come?” Jack asked, rolling over and sitting up. 

“When am I ever going to say no to that?” You pointed out, picking up Jack’s skirt and tossing it at her. “But you should probably cover your ass.” 

Jack laughed, leaving her skirt on the bed in favor of scooping up a pair of shorts. She loosely tucked her shirt into her pants, piling her hair up into a claw clip and watching as you finally found your shoes. “Big trip or small trip?” She asked, tossing you a pair of socks. 

“Medium trip,” you said. “I don’t need a ton, mostly just stuff for dinner and the odd thing or two. So we can go to Sam’s.” 

Sam’s market was a tiny mom and pop grocery store that hadn’t changed in decades, but you adored it. It was a ten minute drive, and you and Jack were there in no time. 

“Fucking love this place,” Jack said happily, reaching out to pet Claire, one of the resident cows. “Reminds me of my dad’s ranch.” 

You nodded, grabbing a basket and entering the store. Jack followed, immediately detouring to the pharmacy. You stayed nearby, half listening as Jack picked up her estrogen and made her way back to you. 

“I hate those things,” Jack said, putting her prescription bag in your basket beside a bag of dried apple slices. “They’re super gross.” 

You smiled. “You don’t have to eat them,” you said, linking your arm with Jack’s. “But I like them.” 

The trip around the store was quick, and in no time, you were up at the counter. Sam, the owner, grinned when you two came up. “Haven’t seen you two in a while,” he said. “How’s work?” 

“Good,” Jack said. “Just got back from a business trip, actually. It’s why I’m late on my prescription.” 

“Ah,” Sam said, pulling the bag out of the basket. “Jen was wondering why you hadn’t picked it up yet. It’s all still working out for you?” 

Jack nodded, opening her mouth to say something before a loud snort came from behind her. She turned, and so did you. Behind you was a young man with his arms crossed, looking between the two of you with a grin. “Did I interrupt?” He said in a thick southern drawl. “I’m sorry.” 

“No,” Jack said, drawing herself up to her full height and raising an eyebrow. “Do you have something to say?” 

The man shook his head. “Not to you, you freak.” 

Jack blinked, stepping back a tiny bit. She’d been passing consistently ever since her hair got long and she started to hit what she called second puberty, and it was rare anyone was able to tell right off the bat that she wasn’t a biological woman. You stepped in front of her, shielding her from the man. “You leave my girlfriend alone.” 

“That ain’t a girl,” the man jeered. “That’s a man in a skirt.” 

Your jaw clenched, and you were two seconds from punching the man square in the jaw when Sam stepped in. 

“Here are your purchases,” he said, handing you a bag. “And you,” he turned to the man. “Need to leave if you’re going to be harassing my loyal customers like that.” 

Jack gripped your hand as you quietly pulled her towards the truck. She was dead silent as you put your bag in the backseat and slumped over the steering wheel. “You okay?” You asked softly, not wanting to startle Jack. 

She shook her head, wiping away tears with the back of her hand. “I just wanna go home,” she said thickly, voice wavering. 

It took all of your willpower not to pull over when Jack’s crying didn’t stop, and when you were finally home, you immediately closed the distance between you and Jack, holding her tight against you. She collapsed into your arms, burying her face in your shoulder and sobbing. You rubbed her back, silently curing the man in the store. 

“Jack?” You said, still holding Jack close. “You know I love you, right? No matter what.” 

“But-“ 

“No.” You pulled away, putting your hands on Jack’s shoulders and making her look at you. “No! I love you, no ifs, ands, or buts. I will always be by your side Jack. I don’t care who you are or what you look like. I love you for you.” 

Jack bowed her head, face hidden by her hair. “You’re sure?” She asked, voice so small you almost didn’t hear her. 

“I’m sure,” you said. “C’mon, let’s go inside. It’s more comfortable than the bench seat of your old ass truck.” 

Jack stood, following you into the house. She trudged up the stairs, still holding your hand as she went. When you dropped the grocery bag by the bedroom door and tugged Jack inside, she didn’t protest, only looked at you, slightly confused. 

“I was going to wait until your birthday, because I know Statesman insists on that huge birthday gala for you,” you said, sitting Jack in her vanity. “But I think you should have this now.”

Jack watched you enter your closet, growing more confused by the second. “What is it?” 

“Close your eyes,” you said, grabbing a hangar. “It’s a surprise!” 

When you peeked out of the closet, Jack had her hands over her eyes, waiting patiently. You hung the hangar on the back of the closet door, smoothing out the garment and moving to stand behind Jack. You took her wrists gently in your hands, smiling. “Ready?” 

“As I’ll ever be,” Jack said, leaning back against your chest. 

You pulled Jack’s hands off her eyes. She gasped almost immediately, seeing the intricate and gorgeous dress hanging in front of her. 

“Happy early birthday,” you said. “I had Ginger help me with things like measurements, but it’s 100% custom made. I figured since you didn’t have a dress for your birthday party, I could get you one. What do you think?” 

Jack was speechless, turning around to hug you. “I love it,” she said, voice tight with emotion. “It’s perfect.” 

You smiled, kissing Jack’s cheek. “Every woman should have a fancy evening dress that makes her feel like royalty. Wanna try it on?” 

Jack was incredibly eager to put the dress on. You ushered her into the bathroom, carrying the dress and handing it to her as she ducked behind a privacy divider. 

“Oh my god!” You heard her say after you heard the zipper pulling shut. “It fits perfectly!” 

“Do you want shoes?” You asked, still not peeking around the divider. 

Jack was quiet for a minute. “Yeah. Those white ones.” 

You knew exactly what she was talking about and grabbed the aforementioned white shoes. Handing them to Jack, you waited while she finished getting dressed, barely managing to contain your patience. When you finally heard her heels on the tile, you looked up, fully breathless as Jack stepped out from behind the divider. 

She was gorgeous. The dress hugged her in all the right places, conforming to the curve of her waist and the slope of her hips as if it were a second skin. The heart shaped neckline and thin straps showed off what you and Ginger had both agreed was a very professional amount of skin, but still enough to make Jack feel sexy. The top of the dress was beaded with shimmering beads, each one catching the light and making Jack seem positively radiant. Even with minimal makeup and her hair haphazardly tossed up, she was the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen. 

“Oh Jack,” you said, standing in front of her. “I don’t- I can’t. You look. I don’t even have the words to say how beautiful you are.” 

Jack smiled, swishing the dress. “I love it,” she said softly. “Thank you. I feel like a princess.” 

“You look like a queen,” you breathed, putting your hands on Jack’s sides. “God above you look stunning.” 

You two stood there for a while, just holding each other, until Jack pulled away to take the dress off. You watched her go, silently gathering her pyjamas, knowing she’d want them. When you were done, you headed out of the bedroom, intent on putting away the groceries that had been left out in your eagerness to show Jack her dress. 

Jack came trailing down the stairs after ten minutes, wearing her Hello Kitty pyjama pants and an old Statesman distillery shirt that was a size too big. You kissed her and handed her a bag of apples as she entered the kitchen. “Put these away please?”

“Sure thing,” Jack said, moving around you to put the apples in the fruit bowl. “Can you grab my medicine?” 

You reached around Jack and grabbed her estrogen bottle and a syringe. She hopped up on the counter, tugging up one of her pant legs to give you easier access to her thigh. After having been shot multiple times, often fatally, needles were something Jack didn’t even blink at. Giving Jack her estrogen had been something you’d had to work up to in the first year, but now you could do it with ease. 

“Ready?” You asked, holding up the syringe. “Three, two,” you pushed the syringe into Jack’s leg. “One!” 

Jack made a face at you as you disposed of the syringe and pressed a Disney princess bandaid to the tiny puncture wound. “Your bedside manor is horrible. Could’ve at least waited until you said one to stick me.” 

You laughed. “You say that every time!” You said, taking Jack’s hands and helping her off the counter. “Bake Off or Friends?” 

“Can we watch Friends?” Jack asked eagerly, following you to the couch and grabbing the TV remote. “I’m in the mood to laugh.” 

“We can watch Friends,” you said, snuggling up next to Jack. “I’ll never say no to Friends.” 

While Jack cued up the show, you fell against her shoulder, already feeling sleepy. In a few hours, you’d have to get up and make dinner, and Jack probably had a report to write on her mission, but for now, it was completely calm in the house.

At some point during the second episode you watched, you must’ve fallen asleep, because one minute, you were sleepily watching Friends, and the next, you were opening your eyes to Jack holding two bowls of her famous cowboy mac-and-cheese. You sat upright, accepting the bowl with a small pout. “I was gonna make dinner.” 

“But you didn’t,” Jack pointed out, sitting beside you and taking a bite. “I swear, this gets better and better the more I make it.” 

“Don’t tell Tequila,” you said. “He would kill a man for this bowl of food.” 

Jack laughed. “He would,” she agreed. “Did you have a good day today?” 

“My girlfriend came home,” you said sweetly. “Of course I had a good day. What about you?” 

“Hm,” Jack hummed, pretending to think. “Well, I got to see my beautiful partner again, so that was good. But then a raging asshole yelled at me, and that was bad. But the dress made up for it, so all in all, a good day.” 

You smiled, leaning against Jack and gesturing to the TV. “I’m glad you had a good day. More Friends to finish it off?” 

“You know me so well,” Jack said happily, taking the remote again. “I love you.” 

“I love you too,” you said, turning your attention mostly to the TV. “No matter what.”

[unnuevosoltransformalarealidad]

Surprise

Title: Surprise Summary: The boys prepared a surprise party for you. Pairing:  Winchester Brothers x Reader, Mary Winchester x Reader Prompt: You think everyone has forgotten your birthday but they surprise you Warnings: Feelings of loneliness, sadness, bad thoughts about the family. Word Count: 1791 This was written for the @firefly-in-darkness‘s 2K Follower Celebration

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Sam and Dean took you in after rescuing you from a wendigo, you were in pretty bad shape, so they took you back to the bunker, they patched you up, and they made sure to get a full recovery before thinking what you were going to do next. Mary took care of you from the moment Dean put you in the bed. She was the mother you’ve never had, and you were beyond grateful for what they did. She offered you to stay with them, you felt a connection with Mary that you couldn’t say no. You adopted her as your mother and the boys like your brothers. They were your family from the moment they rescued you. And because now, you were living under the same roof as them, Mary and the boys made sure you went to school and had a normal life, plus the hunting, but you were only on research duty. 

You woke up today, remembering when you found a family. One year ago, they found you and you found them. Coincidentally, they found you a week before your birthday, you were just grateful for saving your life. You got out of bed, went to shower, and went to the kitchen to have breakfast with your family.

-Hey guys — you greeted them -Good morning, sweetie — Mary said kissing your forehead -Morning, mom -You have school today, right? — She questioned -Yeah, I have two classes about old mythology and folklore. Pretty boring -It’s boring because you already know that — Sam said -You’ll be fine, sweetheart — Dean said giving you your breakfast -Why did you ask, mom? — you asked confused -The boys are leaving in two hours on a hunt and I have to meet with Bobby — she explained -Do you need my help? -No, don’t worry. I’m not going on a hunt, I’ll be back in a couple of hours — She explained -Besides, Cass and Jack will be here — Dean mentioned -Well, be careful guys, please. Love you — you said and left the kitchen

You went directly to your room to get ready for school. Like you said, you had two old history classes and were boring, so you downloaded a few books from the MoL database to help with the research for your brothers. Once you were ready, you left your room and went to the war to pick up your books.

-You almost ready? — Sam asked -Yeah, I’ve to grab my books and I’m out — you explained Sam and Dean were talking about the case, you caught a few details from what they were talking about, so you had an idea of what it would be, but you needed to do the research first. Your mom came from the hallway almost ready to leave too. -Ok guys, I’m leaving — Mary said -Yeah, me too — you added -We’re leaving in an hour or so — Dean mentioned -Ok kids. You all will let me know when you arrived safely at your destinations -Yes, mom — Sam, Dean, and you said together After that, Mary and you left for the garage.

Your school day was really long, hopefully, you were able to do some research and gave the boys a lead on the case. Of course, you were fed up by Sam for not paying attention during classes. 

YN: You should be thanking me instead of scolding me. I saved you tons of research. Be glad that I’ve set up radar on my computer.

You texted him and went to your car to get back home. When you were inside the car, you noticed that you had a text from Cass

Cass: Y/N, Jack, and I left, we found a possible lead on an angel I’ve been looking for. We are coming back tonight or tomorrow morning. We left your dinner ready in the fridge. YN: Ok, Cass. Thank you for letting me know. please be careful. Love you guys Cass: We love you too.

After exchanging messages with Cass, you drove back to the bunker. You felt something in your chest, you felt alone, you felt loneliness. Your mind started to race with negative thoughts “they don’t want you anymore, they are tired of you, they rather traveling than living with you on the same roof, even the angel despises you”. You did your best to ignore them and kept going with your day. 

While you were having dinner, Mary called you. She told you that she needed to stay with Bobby one more day because something happened. You already knew that Sam and Dean were not coming back in like three days, and now Cass and Jack were gone too. And everyone decided to leave three days before your birthday.

*Mary's POV*

You were trying to locate Y/N but you weren't able to find her, her phone went straight to voicemail, and you were really worried. So, you decided to call the boys, maybe they know something

-Hey mom! — Dean greeted you -Have you heard something about your sister? She’s not picking up her phone -No, Sammy talked with her yesterday because she was doing research while she was at school -I need her help and she is not answering -Did you reach Cass? — Sam asked -Yeah. He left with Jack, said something about an angel thing. She is alone Sam was able to understand what was going on -Crap — Sam exclaimed -What is it? — Dean asked -Her birthday is tomorrow, and nobody is with her. We all know that we cannot let her alone because she gets too depressed, and that’s what we basically did -We have to do something — Dean said -Something like what? — Mary asked -Let’s do a surprise party -She is going to hate you — Sam stated -Probably, but we all need an excuse on why we weren’t with her -Ok. I’ll call Bobby and Charlie for backup, you guys call Cass and go back home tonight.

You were deadly worried about your daughter, so you traced her phone. She was at the campus library. Of course, she will be searching for shelter in books. That night, you asked everyone who was with her through her recovery to meet in a motel, so you could start planning. -Dean, Cass, you boys go and buy food and drinks. Sam, you go and buy her some presents. Charlie, Jack you guys are going to help me decorate the bunker. And you Bobby, are going to help me as well, but I need you to make her do some heavy research, something that takes time for her to find out, so we can get everything ready. Everyone agreed and started to get everything ready.

*Y/N's POV*

It was the day of your birthday and you were alone. All your family was busy and no one remembered you. It was a Thursday, and those days were the longest for you. You started the classes at 7:30 am and ended them at 4 pm.  Your first period went well, you learned two or three things in Latin but nothing new. You were heading to your second period when you got a text from Bobby

BS: Hey sweetheart, I know you’re at school, but I need your help YN: Hi Bobby, what do you need? BS: It’s witchcraft, the old school. I need you to find something on the Necronomicon YN: That’s not a real book, Bobby, we all know that BS: I know, but it seems that a witch is killing people with that book YN: Well, I’ll see what I can find BS: Thanks, sweetheart. Love you

Bobby never mentioned your birthday, it was weird, he was always the first one to congratulate. Well, at least you had something to distract yourself, even if it was with a fictional book. The following classes were long, you had a few things to do, but being able to multitask was a gift for you, so you researched while doing an essay in class.

You left school at 4:30 pm and went directly to the campus library to work. You thought that in an hour maybe, you were going to be coming back home because you didn’t find anything. You were wrong. You’d found a lot, most of the things were fictional, as you expected. 

You didn’t realize how late it was, it was 9:00 pm and you were still in the library researching. Your phone buzzed bringing you back to reality.

MW: Sweety, where are you? It’s late and I haven’t known anything from you in two days.

You thought about answering her, it was your birthday and none of your family members seemed to remember it. You answered it anyways with a quick response

YN: I’m at the library on campus. I’ll pack my stuff and I’ll be there in 30. Sorry

You started to pack your things. You couldn’t believe all the stuff you found from that book. Half an hour later, you were opening the door from the bunker, everything was dark. You turned on the lights and you heard some noise. Instantly you pulled your gun from the back and started to go towards where the noise was coming. The war room was empty, so you headed to the library. The light was dim, you turned in and you heard a massive scream

-Happy Birthday! - Everyone shouted You couldn’t believe it. You lowered your gun and you covered your face -What the hell? — you exclaimed -Happy birthday sweetie — Mary came and hugged you, you put your gun in your back — We’ll talk about that later — she whispered in your ear -But I thought… -You really thought we could forget your birthday, hun? — Charlie said — We needed to make you believe it so we could organize it -Thank you. I wasn’t expecting it. I thought... -We know, N/N and we are sorry about it. — Sam said and hugged you

They gave you a lot of presents, all your friends and family were there. You couldn’t be happier

-Bobby, before I forget, I need to show you what I found in that book -Sweetheart, I asked you to do that, because we needed you out of here after school. There is no witch using that book. It’s not real -Well, according to my research, that’s not entirely true

Everyone laughed at your comment, but when they saw your face, they knew you were serious. There were a lot of things that were uncertain and they needed to be learned. But for now, having a surprise party with your family was everything you needed.

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[kickthecanrevolution]

I have so much to write but oddly little to say. I finally figured out why this election had me gripped in such terror and this really volatile hatred - I’d wake up exhausted by it. Trump refusing to concede and the threat of him stealing this election trigged being trapped by my dad, a narcissist who didn’t ever really see us and I was powerless against. Even when I chose to confront him/fight him for his cruelty and menacing ways. I knew my strength couldn’t change him. 

It was a blessing to not go home for the holiday. My brother stopped by to see my parents with his kids, including my niece who is pregnant. My mom knew she was pregnant but either forgot or pretended she didn’t know and said “I just thought you got really fat.” it was a cruel thing to say and I never know if my mom means to wound, or if she is just so socially awkward and terrible, she jokes like that because she is so terrified inside. I will never know, and knowing is the difference between ever knowing what kind of mother I have. Had. Both are so despairing. My dad is doing terribly - very thin, can barely see, can barely walk. He wore a tie for when they came over because he thought they were coming over for dinner -- he is so confused. He lost a hearing aid so my brother needed to take him to Costco to replace it. He apparently has terrible diarrhea - still - and pooped all over his carpet and his bathroom. My brother called the carpet cleaning company and there are mouse droppings in the kitchen - it is so terrible. The housekeeper comes 3x a week but it’s clearly not enough and it’s a big house. Plus, she’s running errands buying wine for my mom, etc. I really don’t think my mom would care if my dad died which terrifies us to think she is his primary caretaker and she might feel that way. In my heart, I know she doesn't. 

My brother was honest with my sister - she’s got to start helping more. He said he isn’t feeling resentful now, but he will next year because it’s clear they will need more help, we really got away with it this year, they did pretty well. But, my dad will be 88, I think? 87? and my mom 85. They are old and things will change.  So I ended up talking to her for hours about it and I totally get why she’s stayed away. My mom hates her. She really does, she has localized all of her contempt and rage into her. She has created a narrative in her mind that it was my sister who told everyone she’s an alcoholic, etc. She has stated very clearly that she doesn’t want my sister in the house and when we had the cameras going (the batteries are dead, ironically we never looked at them once we had them in place after we overheard them saying such terrible things about my sister. It’s a violation of their privacy and we overcorrected. Now we just need to change them so we can LOOK, but not listen,)  It is all a mess but thankfully they are still doing well financially. 

I gave the tiny heads a ton of money and got gifts for no one else because I am weird like that. I didn’t do anything or talk to anyone on Christmas. I went to virtual mass and that was good, I guess? 

I have been off since Dec 18, and I don’t go back until the 12th of January. It is a crazy amount of time off but I needed it. I’ve pretty much done nothing but eat, watch TV and fuck around on the internet but I’ve also gotten some much-needed chores done. My closet organizer fell off the wall about a month ago so I finally got that fixed, I got a cabinet door fixed that was hanging off a hinge and got that fixed, organized all of my clothing and drawers and sent a bunch of stuff to the dump today and a few people came by to pick up a bunch of stuff I gave away. I bought some bookshelves that come tomorrow and my stand/sit desk is finally here and being set up tomorrow. I will go to my office and pick up my chair, get some plants for the apartment and then I should be set for another 3-6 months of working from this apartment. All I have left to do is get a string of lights fixed that were here originally and fix a window I broke. 

That’s about it. I haven’t done a ton of reflection. I am deeply relieved this swearing in is happening Jan 06 and I also feel sad and depressed listening to Biden. Old, white guys - can this be the last President like this? I do love his Cabinet for the most part and that we have an actual First Nations person in charge of the Interior made me sob. Baby steps out of this nightmare. 

Financially, my company’s stock continues to climb. I could probably retire in October if I wanted to if the price remains the same, though that’s a terrifying prospect for my bag lady syndrome. I am kind of numb to that even being a possibility but I am grateful for it. 

[degenerate-otaku]

Another one shot of Future Gohan and Trunks for yall

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/13896221/1/Before-the-Rain

(Links in case you prefer)

In the times that had followed the androids' destruction, younger generations were highly protected, as they were the earth's only hope. The government set up an initiative to get more children out of dangerous cities that housed gangs and violence.

Children and any family they had would move to countryside camps, wherein they would receive food, safety and education in return for doing manual labour such as farming and sewing, as well as taking care of the sick.

Trunks somewhat hated this, as it meant that many children in West City, including his own friends often moved away when things got too difficult, leaving him isolated, in terms of having friends his own age.

Sure, sometimes he'd visit, taking the underground railway system, or by hopping on the nimbus, or even flying when he had learnt to do so, but it felt like an arduous task.

However, when Gohan decided to volunteer as a teacher, Trunks thought it would be a good idea to attend full time, as the pair could go together. Trunks was surprised when the day before Gohan revealed he was rather nervous about it.

“C'mon, you're an amazing teacher to me, so I'm sure you'll be able to teach more kids!” Trunks reassured him, snuggling into bed. He always loved when Gohan would stay over at his house, it was so comforting to know he was right there beside him.

“Yeah...but that's you...and I've known you since you were born...and there's a lot of kids!” Gohan hung up his smart looking outfit, which Trunks remarked as being nerdy, on a hanger, before sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Trust me, they aren't as annoying as me. You'll be fine...Good night.” Trunks smiled at him before switching off his light and pretending to be asleep before Gohan could worry further.

Gohan sighed and tucked the boy in a little more before heading to sleep himself.

The next day, the pair flew to the makeshift school building, and landed away from sight before coming in together.

To keep Gohan distracted from his nerves, which Trunks viewed as highly irrational, considering Gohan was also "The Golden Warrior", he inquired,

“Doesn't your mom cook for the kids here a lot? My friends said that a lady called Miss Son is the most amazing lunch lady ever.”

“Huh? Oh...yeah,” Gohan laughed, lifting his head from the book held in his hands.

“I mean...she's used to cooking in massive quantities for me and for when my dad was around...it's a chance for her to share her...motherly-ness.” He smiled, then stopped at the door, listening to the sound of children chattering inside.

“You can do this!” Trunks grinned, taking his bag off his shoulder as he stepped in, Gohan following, the class immediately silenced, intrigued by the smart young man, that was clearly strong looking, his muscles bulging even in his clothes.

“Uh...Good morning class!” He began, picking up a pen and writing his name on the board.

“My name is Mr Son...and I will be your new teacher!” He smiled politely, awaiting a response.

“Oh my god, are you married to the lunch lady?!” A girl exclaimed.

Gohan frantically shook his head, “N-no, she's my mom!” His face had gone red as the class giggled, but he soon regained composure, laughing it off.

“Gosh, she cooks like that for you all the time?!” Another kid chimed in and he scratched the back of his head,

“Yeah...I guess so! I just hope she doesn't come in and embarrass me!” He answered.

Trunks gazed up at him from where he was sitting. He was glad to see his best friend adapting so well to his new job.

“Alright! Our first task is going to be a written task, which I'll get you to read aloud at the end.” He instructed them, handing out some paper, taking a look at every one of his new students.

“I want you all to write about what you did during your summer. Which programs did you volunteer in? Did you visit anywhere?”

He returned to his position at the front and passionately spoke, “I really wanna know about you guys! Oh...maybe I should take the register to learn your names...tell me if I mispronounce any!”

Gohan sat down, getting out the list of names and calling them out, one by one, receiving a pleasant "Good morning, Mr Son“ each time. It was strange to hear Trunks call him that, and by the sound of it, the title was strange for the boy to speak aloud too. The two just had to pretend as if they didn't know each other, Gohan made it a priority not to show favouritism towards him, but he knew it would be difficult.

He loved that boy unconditionally.

”Sir, how long do we have?“ A girl named Cherri, who he knew to be Trunks' friend that used to live not far from Capsule Corp, asked.

”Oh...right, I forgot to tell you that! Uh...you have until half past.“ He answered, before scribbling down more lesson ideas in his book.

The truth was that he had no clue about what he was doing. He was planning his lessons as he went along.

The time passed quickly, and Gohan decided to pick out random students to read out what they had wrote. A few passed, and he made some notes about them in his book.

”Alright, last but not least is Trunks.“ Gohan called out to him, snapping the boy out of a daydream.

”Oh, ok...“ He reluctantly stood and read from the paper, ”Last summer, I mostly stayed at home, played video games and studied. I went to the beach with my mom a few times....uhh I watched TV and...uh yeah.“ He sat back down.

”...that's it? That's all you wrote?“ Gohan glared at his student, hoping he had a good response.

”Yeah.“ Trunks replied, thinking nothing of it.

”Trunks, you had half an hour and you wrote 3 sentences.“ Gohan sounded stern and the class silently watched.

”Well, you already know what I did last summer, Gohan-“ Trunks gasped and the class was confused.

”Wait, is he your brother?“ The boy next to Trunks, who was also his good friend asked and the whole class started chatting.

Gohan cleared his throat and sighed,

”Yes...well...I am very close to Trunks, our families are too...but this does not mean I favour him over any of you.“ He calmed the situation, then spoke directly to Trunks,

”I need you to show the same level of respect to me as everyone else in here, too, ok? It is the morning of the first day, so I will let this slide, but please give more effort.“

Trunks nodded, but rolled his eyes, slumping back in his chair, when Gohan turned to the whiteboard and wrote down the title of the next lesson, before collecting in the students' essays and handing out exercise books.

The next lesson would be a boring maths lesson, which Trunks sat through. He was ahead of his peers in scientific and mathematical subjects, thanks to his master's teaching, so sitting through a recap of something he found so simple was like watching paint dry.

Whenever Trunks raised his hand, he felt like Gohan always asked someone else. He didn't like being ignored.

He knew the answers to everything, it was incredibly annoying to hear someone who clearly didn't know something harder than expanding brackets in algebra, try to solve the equation on the board that Trunks could do in his head.

Gohan was encouraging and made sure the students felt no shame in making mistakes.

”Alright, Cherri, so now you need to get the unknowns on one side of the equation.“ Gohan advised her, writing on the board the step she just explained with his help.

The girl stammered, her face going a little red from the attention.

”The answer is 4!“ Trunks, finally fed up, called out the answer.

”Well, yes, that is correct, but I wasn't asking you, I was asking Cherri.“ Gohan put down his pen and his serious tone returned.

”She obviously didn't know!“ Trunks folded his arms, determined to not apologise for doing what he thought was right.

”It's rude to interrupt, regardless.“ Gohan told him, before moving on.

Finally, it was time for break and when Trunks decided he was going to talk to Gohan, he was surprised to find girls in his class talking to him instead, asking him tons of questions.

”So, you work out?“ One asked, taking a look at his arms.

”Of course he does, just look at him!“ Her friend cut in and Gohan blushed and nodded, explaining his reasons, which Trunks knew to be false.

”Oh, hey, Trunks!“ Gohan spotted him and took his opportunity to get out of that conversation.

”I wanted to have a chat about before.“ He approached his pupil, who was causing him some concern.

”Oh...same.“ Trunks fiddled with the sleeves of his jumper, something he always did when he was nervous, which Gohan took notice of.

”Why did you feel like you could do that?“ Gohan's voice was calm; it always made Trunks feel more at ease.

”I dunno...it just felt like...you were ignoring me. I just got a bit fed up...because I already knew the stuff and you weren't asking me.“ The teen shrugged his shoulders, not meeting his eye.

”Trunks,“ Gohan placed his hand on his shoulder, making the boy glance up at him.

”I just want to know what the others know. I know you're able to do this, but most of them aren't.“

Gohan did make sense, but Trunks was stubborn. His mother said it was a trait of his father, though she was stubborn too.

”I spend a lot of time with you...and I love spending time with you...but it's not fair to give you all my focus...

You know I really love you, right?“

That was enough to make Trunks smile.

”I know...thanks, Gohan...I mean Mr Son.“ Trunks giggled before running off.

Gohan watched as the other kids played together gleefully. It was heartwarming to see them be actual kids and enjoy their disrupted youth. It only made him more determined to fight for their safety and teach them well.

'I might be an even better teacher than you, Mr Piccolo...'

He smirked, hoping Piccolo could hear him somewhere, feeling proud of him.

[insertsexualitypun]

Some things I want from Legacies S3

This is going to be all over the place and pretty long. This’ll start with the general storyline things, then get down into smaller character arcs and whatnot. I’ll try to keep it somewhat organized and grouped by character but I make no promises. Also if you wanna talk about any of these feel free to dm! I’m incredibly bored in quarantine and would love to chat

- An introduction of a greater storyline past Malivore and moving away from the monster of the week thing. I know Legacies is supposed to be something different from TVD and TO, and the monster of the week concept is an interesting way to explore the universe past what we already knew, but with the premise as it exists and has been carried out now, it’s hard to develop the characters and relationships. If the characters are fighting new things every week, that makes it hard to give characters like MG and Kaleb their own stories. With a villain to anchor the season as the Big Bad, we can get characters that haven’t been given much of their own storyline a way to get more screentime as they go try and find someone or something with answers.

- GIVE HOPE HER OWN STORYLINE PAST BEING THE HERO/MARTYR AND BEING IN LOVE WITH LANDON. Hope is supposed to be the main character but this doesn’t feel like her story. As awesome as it is seeing Hope be a badass and fight monsters, I want more development from her as a person.

- Kind of ties back into the last one, but let Hope have more Dark moments like the Death Spell incident. Moments that show that while she isn’t just another Klaus, she still shares some of his tendencies towards violence and lashing out. This could work really well if they decide to keep Landon out of the picture for a few episodes.

- Let Hope and Landon break up amicably (assuming Landon isn’t really dead which let’s be real he probably isn’t) so that, again, they can grow as people. Then, if you want, they can get back together. Or just stay broken up and be friends

-  A resolution to the Necromancer - he’s a fun character and while I think he’d be fun to have around for a bit, I don’t think he’s an anchoring villain for a season. Plus to me I kinda figured that they were gonna wrap up his storyline in the last 3 episodes that they didn’t get to film before the production shutdown so chances are we’re getting this anyway.

- Either bring back Ethan, Maya and Mac more prominently, or don’t bring them back at all. Don’t get me wrong, I like the town normies storyline when it comes up, but it doesn’t come up much. Apparently, they were supposed to be in the last 3 episodes more but who knows. With the show already feeling kinda crowded (because again, the format of the show now doesn’t really allow for a ton of characters since they aren’t significantly developing, especially when these characters are in a setting completely removed from the main action of the show’s narrative), either have the normies for more than just getting caught in a magical crossfire, or put them to the side and focus on who you have at the school.

- The TVDU has progressed past the need for Alaric. That’s all I’ll say.

- The show being a little more self aware at the ridiculousness of it all. Like yeah, it’s not completely without that, but the last thing we need is the show devolving into a Riverdale, where the first season was aware of the ridiculous nature of itself, and then it started to take itself way too seriously.

- MORE LGBTQ+ REP. The show has done fairly well thus far compared to other CW shows but there’s still so much than can be done. The show doesn’t need to have show-stopping coming out storylines or anything - it’s actually the opposite. We get the casual drop of Josie having dated Penelope in the first episode of the show which was great. So let’s have more simple stuff like that. More mentions at crushes and other past romances - for all characters - that just allow for other sexualities to be normalized and not some earth shattering thing. 

- This ties into the last one but I felt like it deserved its own bullet, but also what is V NEEDED is rep of trans, genderfluid and non-binary characters. Again, it doesn’t have to be a huge storyline, but it’d be nice to have some recurring characters who are not cis. The show is meant to be set in a near future, so I think it’d be nice to show a normalized view on differing gender expression and sexuality as sort of a hope that such a future will exist.

- Hope loving beignets, eating/wanting to eat them all the time, and getting powdered sugar all over her dark clothes from them. Chances are, if you’re from/have been to NOLA, you’ve tried beignets and loved them because they’re amazing. SO LET HOPE HAVE HER BEIGNETS DAMN IT.

- More Wolf Hope moments. Let her turn more and just run because it let’s her feel more connected to Hayley :’( also the Crescent birth mark if that was ever a thing for Hope... I can’t remember, I’ve seen different things about it, lmk (politely) if that was ever a thing that Hope had

- Hope painting and sketching. It’s one of the few connections she still has with Klaus, SO LET HER EXPRESS HERSELF DAMN IT. (Yes, any time I say SO in all caps I need to end the sentence with DAMN IT, it’s a Thing now)

- MIKAELSON FAMILY MENTIONS AND APPEARANCES. Granted this one is different because there are real life schedules and whatnot that need to align, but even just more mentions of Mikaelson family members and others like Vincent would be nice. Yeah we’ve had some in the past, but it would still be nice to get some more. Also at least a mention of Rebekah and Kol checking in on Hope (assuming the writers aren’t going to pull something dumb like ‘oh the memory spell doesn’t work long distance like that so they still don’t remember her’)

- Hope also talking more about Hayley, Elijah, and Klaus. Again, feeling connected to her mom every time she’s a wolf. Always and forever, like Elijah always said. Telling stories about her father that put him in a better light than just being “The Great Evil” of storybooks.

- Hope being open with her friends about her past and how TERRIBLE it was a lot of the time like, y’know, people trying to kill her before she was even BORN.

- I’ve said this before in a separate post (which I’ll link at some point so expect an edit to this post) but I’d love for something to happen and for Hope to leave the school and go to NOLA and stay with Freya, Keelin and Nik because she’s tired of having to be the savior and still not saving everyone. (Also in that post it says Alaric comes and gets her and brings her back to the Salvatore School but we’ve progressed past the need for him in the TVDU so instead it’ll be the twins)

- Hizzie moments because whether you like them as romantically or just as friends, they are a DUO and we deserve more iconic sarcasm as well as genuine moments of friendship and caring

- Lizzie being the absolute Queen of Comedy

- But more importantly, Lizzie being more open about her issues and taking steps to have better mental health.

- Lizzie and MG having more open conversations and letting a relationship develop naturally - yes there has been a lot of development since season 1 but I feel like they both have a bit of growth to go before they should enter a relationship, if that’s something that happens

- Lizzie being happily single for a bit and not going for a guy that’s going to try and turn her into a vamp and keep her in a prison world 

- MG and Kaleb getting proper storylines or at least more play than just being the Local Vampires who help depending on the situation. They deserve WAY more than that

- ALSO MG and Kaleb backstories. How did they die and how did they get vampire blood in their system to keep them from dying permanently?

- Josie dealing with what happened pre and post Dark Josie and facing that she has always had some darkness in her. Yeah the dark magic definitely didn’t help, but she was willing to perform a spell that she didn’t know on a human over a football game and ended up breaking his arm. Not to mention, she was setting Penelope on fire as early as the first episode. It seems like we’re getting this since Josie locked away her magic in the last episode, but still, I don’t want this to just be a one episode reflection and then move on like she didn’t cause a lot of harm.

- More Hosie crumbs

- More Jade. OK admittedly this is probably really due to the fact that Giorgia Whigham is a Big Crush for me, but also the show really did start integrating her in a bit more with the black and white episode, which makes me think they’re keeping her around at least for a little bit. And I think she and Josie dating at least for a little while would be good for both of them. Jade was a ripper for 10 years in the prison world, and Josie was just consumed by dark magic and is now coming back from that. I think they’re a good (probably short-term) pairing that will help each other grow, but eventually break up because they just aren’t it for each other. And I saw this elsewhere on here, but someone pointed out that Jade could do what Penelope tried to do, but in a healthier way. Yes, Penelope was trying to put Josie first and show her her power and importance, but there’s a way to do that without gaslighting her sister and being manipulative. Sorry, I did not mean for this one to be so long.

- More Specialty episodes. The black and white episode was really fun in my opinion, and the show doesn’t have to be like that all the time, but stuff like that keeps the show interesting, as long as it makes sense within the context of the episode and storyline.

- Josie wearing the necklace Hope gave her

- I haven’t mentioned Rafael much and that’s because, despite being a main character, he hasn’t really done much besides run away with Landon, and feel guilty about having a crush on Hope. He’s personally not a favorite character of mine, but I think if he got more of a storyline - likely revolving around the fact that he was dead and being used as a pawn, as well as the fact that he possibly (but probably didn’t) kill Landon - it’d help give more to like about him.

- Caroline having a better reason for being away from the school than just researching the Merge. Like, her daughters have been fighting monsters, Josie almost died at the end of season 1, they were trapped in a prison world, Josie succumbed to Dark Magic, THEY LITERALLY HAD A MERGE EVENT and she’s still gone??? That’s not the Caroline we know. If she’s going to be gone (because like I said before, it all depends on Candice’s availability and willingness to come back), at least come up with something different than researching something her daughters have already done by this point.

- Since Landon’s not dead, let him unlock his full Phoenix powers. It’d be cool.

- Let’s have one season where Landon doesn’t run away like we don’t all know that he’s gonna be back within like 2 episodes if that

- More Dorian. I actually really like his character, he’s kind of a breath of fresh air sometimes so I’d like more scenes with him when possible

- A conclusion to Malivore and intro of a new villain. I kinda covered this earlier, but at this point, unless Malivore is going to become a tangible entity to fight instead of some black goo, it’s not a very interesting story thread to keep around for the next however many seasons Legacies goes on for.

Whew.

Ok, that’s all I can think of, but feel free to reblog and add more if there’s other stuff you’d like to see!

[lilikags]

When Mom Tricks Come Handy

ೃ‧₊› a b o u t  t h i s  p o s t° ➮ Pairing: Kenma Kozume x fem! reader ➮ Series: Back to Me ➮ Tags: fluff, royal au, reincarnation au ➮ Part: 6 ➮ Word Count: 2962

--Your POV--

This was just like a job interview. You were dressed up in something nice, and you came prepared to show yourself off to your "employer". Of course, this would obviously last much longer than a job interview, but you could just think of it as an extended one. It was just about the same nervousness, the same confidence you had when you applied for a job during your third year of high school.

The moment you entered the room where you met the Queen, most of the confidence hid away somewhere in you and humbleness stepped forward in its place, sitting on top of your feelings of nervousness's lap. You looked down at the marble freshly polished floor, the carefully painted ceiling, the intricately carved patterns on the walls...

"It's a pleasure to see you, Lady (l/n)," her majesty started off. She had entered the room without you knowing, which startled you. Oh gosh, I need to start paying more attention to my surroundings. "Ah, yes, it's quite a pleasure to see you as well, your majesty," you greeted the empress along with a small curtsy. Her majesty always started with light greetings, promptly followed by a short and straightforward talk. You had talked to her a few times before, and she was definitely an intense person. "As you know, if we are on the same page, I have called you here to give you the details of the first test," she started, and you nodded. "I will have you manage the Archon Palace in the North for an entire month. I will visit you every so often, so please be prepared to greet me. You are to be assessed based on your skills in managing the palace both during events and on a daily basis. I have an informant who will inform me of the details. Your test will start when you arrive at the palace and end exactly a month after. That is all."

You quickly thanked the queen and curtsied, then was escorted out of the room by a servant, who led you to your carriage. You were going home to pack your things and get ready for the test. You hopped into the carriage and sighed, thinking about what you were going to do.

The test was like an open notebook test, used to only assess the application of the knowledge studied. You were definitely nervous; you had never done anything on this scale and it was very new to you. Your mother managed all the household affairs for you, since you had quit studying it a long time ago. But you did manage to go over it over the last few months of cramming, and you could probably relate it to some skills you saw at night.

The (y/n) in your dreams had at least basic skills to survive on her own. Of course, she was taught how to cook and clean and make the place all tidy and presentable. Well, you figured you would use those tips later when you managed the castle, so you wrote down a list of what you could remember and placed it with some other important documents you planned on bringing.

You wanted to pack your things yourself. There was just something special about it; perhaps it gave you the right temporary goodbye to your home that you needed. Or maybe you just wanted to do it because that girl always did it herself, but this is what you wanted to do and you were going to do it. It was definitely weird though, in other people's eyes. Anyone of your status would just tell their servants to get the things they needed and get on their way, unless they were hiding something. Well, you guessed you were hiding something, but it wasn't even in the baggage anyways.

You bid your parents a short goodbye as you left for the northern palace, and you slept to the bumps of the road as you made your way there. As soon as you arrived at the palace, you really knew it was really meant to be a long assessment, not some 10-minute pop quiz. The place was a mess- well, it still functioned, but it was still a mess. There was not an ounce of organization to be seen and you instantly wondered who had been in charge of the place before you arrived.

You were escorted to your room; it was actually quite nice. After all, this was a palace. It was made for the royal family, who always lived in such luxury. It was clean enough; the place looked clean and simple, with it just being very clean. That was one thing you liked about this palace, it was clean. There was no dust laying around, no rodents running around, no random stuff sitting around. It was clean and simple, in contrast to the elaborate paintings on the walls and ceilings; you'd have to fix that.

After taking the day to settle in, you familiarized yourself with the place and the staff. You had one of the butlers show you around, taking you to every place on the map you wished to see. It kinda felt like busy work, but it's not like you could back down now. All that cramming was for this, so you were going to do it. You attempted to speak to the staff, have a nice conversation with them, but nobody bothered to answer respectfully. They gave the shortest answers possible and continued working while you were talking to them. Well, they must be dedicated to their job- or perhaps they were told to act this way, who knows.

At the end of the day, the place was still pretty new to you, but it didn't feel completely foreign anymore. You were able to assess the situation, and in the morning, you'd tell them what they needed to fix up on- and it was a lot.

The next morning, you got up as the sun rose and you changed into something you had brought from home. It wasn't too fancy, but still presentable enough for the staff. Honestly, you wanted to wear (your comfort clothes) but you had appearances to keep up. Anyways, after getting ready, you headed towards your new office space. It was pretty nice, you had to say- especially the chair. It was comfier than any of the chairs you had at home, which was awesome. You then wrote out your entire script for what you were going to say to them. You weren't always up for "public speaking", but you were in the mood to get things done, so you were going to get things done. Simple as that.

Then, you decided to set up your simple system. Yes, you were going to make a system for these employees. Having good employees was one thing, but managing them was another. If you have good employees, but no organization, no sense of community, everything's going to be all over the place and nothing will get done. Well, that's what managers are for, right?

You ordered for the things that needed to be brought to be brought and called all of the servants over. You held your short script that you had made earlier this morning and took a deep breath as everyone piled in.

"Good morning, everyone. I have called this meeting to inform you of the new changes, which will start in three days, as I have supplies that need to be sent here. Now, as I was walking around the palace, I noticed many things about organization that need to be addressed immediately. I understand that it is very different than what you have been previously doing, and I hope you understand how this makes the process of doing your work much more manageable and efficient," you started. You looked at the faces of the servants. Some of them were intrigued, others looking away and not caring at all.

"First of all, I would like to address some of the organization issues you have here. Everything is all over the place, so I would like you to organize them. First, keep things in one place. Every time something is used, it is to be put back in the same place when it is finished being used. Next, I would like to invest in making the storage rooms much nicer. I saw them yesterday, and they are horrendous. I have just ordered some baskets; use them to organize the items in the storage rooms. Label them as well, so that everyone knows what basket is for which items. I will have Cain (the butler) handle the baskets," you explained, knowing this seemed pretty new to them. No one was particularly happy, as things were changing to something a bit different, and that was expected. As long as they did their job properly and followed the rules, everything would be fine.

"Next, I would like to introduce a new system. By my office, there will be a large board, where you can sign up for the tasks that need to be done that day. There will not be a set number of tasks you need to complete, but you must all complete everything by the day. I will also assign a leader to each group of servants, who will write me a report every 3 days on the work everyone has been doing. It does not need to be long, but make it a bit detailed; it just helps me make sure everything has been done well." You heard some sighs, and you knew full well it was more work for them, but you couldn't be going around all day and staring at them doing their work.

So, you put the system to work, and when the baskets and things arrived, you looked over everything. Honestly, there wasn't much to do then, if all the reports were all good. Well, that gave you time to plan for the decorations for when the queen would come visit, and so you spent your time doing that.

You researched different popular themes for the palace and selected one you thought her highness might like, though it required the place to be clean. There were way too many items in this palace, for sure. Of course, you could throw away many of them, but that would be such a waste. You could already think of uses for many of them. So, you decided to buy more baskets and hide them in plain sight. That way, you could keep them, and her highness wouldn't have a clue. It wouldn't hurt her if she doesn't know.

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Long days, always. Living in this place was lonely. Sure, there were tons of servants around, but you never felt much of a connection with them. You needed someone you trusted, someone you knew and someone who knew you. The first person you thought of was Kenma, but you weren't allowed to correspond with him during this time. The Queen would think you were trying to cheat, even if she read what was inside the letters. After all, you hadn't tried to prepare for years, and suddenly you're trying when you find out you're the prince's soulmate.

You were just about to go to bed. It was about midnight, a bit late, but not really. You were tired from dealing with all the servants; there was a huge fuss about a maid breaking an expensive vase. All of them in the room pointed fingers at each other, and after listening to everyone's stories, it was so clear that everyone was lying about something. No one's story matched up with the another's, so obviously everyone was twisting it for their own sake. You decided that you didn't like any of the girls in the group and seriously considered just firing the whole lot of them and hiring new ones. Well, in the end, you just let it all go with a warning. All that was really damaged was the vase; that could definitely be replaced. It wasn't like your budget was too tight; actually it was quite good. The only thing that concerned you was their attitude. These people really need to understand that they can be replaced...

It was about 4 in the morning when you woke up. Cain, the head butler, was literally the only one considerate and pleasant enough to talk to, but he really had to wake you up at 4 in the morning. You only had about 4 hours of sleep; your brain was still taking a vacation and it was truly difficult to force it back out.

As you exited your room in your nightgown, as it was still the middle of the night, you saw Alania, one of the better maids, with a candle outside the door. She led you to the office, where Cain was waiting.

"I apologize for interrupting your rest, Lady (l/n), but her highness has arrived. Please get ready to greet her," Cain explained. "I-" you said in surprise. "Thank you for telling me. I shall prepare right away."

Your brain flew back to your brain, luckily, and you were pretty alert now. Your gait quickened, as your thoughts raced through your mind. You ordered for the place to be quickly prettied up; there were still a few things that shouldn't be left in the open, and you told them to hold small things in baskets which were placed as decoration and large things in the storage rooms. It didn't need to be neat; the place just needed to be presentable.

As the place was being fixed up, you had yourself fixed up. It was much harder in the night, but Alania was skilled and made you look presentable in a matter of minutes. Since you were finished before some parts of the palace were cleaned up, you decided to keep her highness in the cleaner parts as the other parts not yet fully fixed up were worked on.

So, you went to greet her highness at the front of the palace and welcomed her. You apologized for being a few minutes late, though that really wasn't too uncommon. Nonetheless, you were just being respectful. You led her to a waiting room, where you talked and had some tea. You wondered when you could go back to getting your sleep, but it's not like you could leave her highness by herself; that would be extremely rude in this society. Casual did not exist, and that was such a shame.

After a while, her highness decided to retire for the night, and you had a room prepared for her. You led her to her room, then once she had closed her door, you started back to your room. It started as a walk, but as the desire to just get back in bed increased, it turned into a faster walk to a run. You sped up the stairs into your room, where Alania had been waiting for you.

You sighed as you slowed down, getting into a chair so that Alania could take off your makeup and accessories for you. They were so fancy you didn't even know how they worked, so you just let her. She got them off in no time and you changed into your pajamas as soon as they were off and flopped onto your bed. You were very tired by this time, and you instantly fell asleep as soon as you got comfortable.

The next morning, you weren't awoken by anyone. You expected someone to inform you that her highness was awake, but you figured she wasn't awake either. She probably didn't get any sleep until she got to the palace, so it made sense.

Alania knocked on your room when she came by a few minutes later, suggesting a dress for you to wear. You had instructed her to get you whatever dress for you to wear for the time you were in this palace, and she was great at it. You changed into the dress and had her fix up your hair and add on some accessories. Once you were all ready to go, you closed your bedroom door and started to the dining hall.

As you sat at the table, you realized it would be rude to eat without her highness, so you decided to wait as you read a novel you had brought with you, just in case you needed it. It would help pass the time, and it could be used as a conversation starter.

After some time, you heard the steps of a pair of heels entering the room, and her highness appeared. You greeted her as she sat across from you, and breakfast was served. You had small talk with her, making sure to always be respectful. Since you were asked, you showed her around the palace and told her some stories of things that you had to take care of. Gossip was always something women in high society talked about, even the Queen herself.

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You shuffled around the place, bidding your goodbyes to everyone as you hopped into your ride home. It has been a long month... and it was time to go home. You wondered about your results; they'd be released in a couple of weeks. You stared out the window, falling asleep on your way home.

『••✎••』 Extra Info * ˚ ✦ ⇢ If you haven’t read the other parts, find them here! 

A/N: Hey guys! It's been a while haha. I actually made it longer than I thought I would. Honestly I rushed the ending a bit bc I'm lAzY but eh whatever welp I'll see you next time and that's hopefully soon! Love y'all! <3333

[when-residents-are-evil]

Journal #1

Author note: Welp! I wrote it anyways!

*10h Wii music video*

This is my first time writing for this fandom and in this format. I thought it would be a nice change from what I usually write / read! I'm planning to write this whole thing like a journal and am reserving some entries for my character's notes (inventory, ressources, informations they might need to survive, herbarium, bestiary, etc). Not sure how it'll turn out or even if I can make it work, but I'll never know if I don't try ^^

I've never done anything like this so I hope you'll enjoy! Notes will be added at the end of the chapters if a previous entry has been updated!

Also, I will only update the entries on tumblr, the "ressources" or "information" chapters will all be on Ao3 ^^

Summary: This book is the property of Samael Ledeuil. I wrote down what happened, different informations and some helpful tips for the person who may find this. If you're lost like me, some of the informations depicted in this book will be essential to your survival. I hope you won't have to use it. Please, if you can, return this journal to my family. If I'm lucky, you won't find this and I'll be able to give them myself, but seeing where this is going, I don't think I'll be able to.

They deserve to know what happened.

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Entry #1

16th April, 2018

Welp. Guess I'm making this. If not to leave a mark, at least for my sanity.

 My name is Samael Ledeuil. I bought this book from a guy who calls himself 'The Duke'. I'm in a small village in the middle of Romania, and I have no idea how I'm going to go home. If I'm going back home.

I don't know what's going on here, but I'll use this book to write down what I can find about it. I'm a bit forgetful and I think I'm gonna need to remember most of what I come accross here. Every little detail will be important!

I got attacked on my first night and haven't been able to leave since. Here's what happened; I was supposed to roadtrip on my bike, I had provisions, change of clothes, money. As I was riding almost two weeks ago, I didn't get to the next village before dark, and I still had my torchlight back then, so I thought I'd keep going (at least until I found a clear spot). Good thing I didn't have my headphones on, because as soon as the sun set, I heard rustling leaves and cracking branches.

And I knew it wasn't just me.

I was already scared of the dark before, but this shit was honestly terrifying. I tried to find my way out of the forest or go back on the main road, but I got lost. It was too dark to turn back. So I kept going.

And then, I heard howling. Lots of howling. I don't think it was a wolf. It sounded nothing like a wolf. It was all around me, and I knew I was making too much noise with my bike. So I left it. And I also left my other traveling bag, (the one with most of my clothes, my phone, a few books, etc) because it was way too big to carry discretly. And it's a good thing I did! I wasn't even 20 meters away that something jumped on it and tore it to pieces. I think I cried a little. I know I ran a lot (probably more than my asthma could've handled if adrenaline didn't carry me all this way). I couldn't seen the beasts clearly, it was too dark for that, but I know it's nothing I've seen before. It's not a bear, or a pack of wolf. But it's strong and extremely agressive, and there's a lot of them.

I don't know how long it took me to find shelter, but when I did, I broke in and hid in the nearest closet for the rest of the night after barricading the door and windows. And boy, was this a long night. It took me one hour and a lot of help from my inhaler to go back to a steady heartbeat, but once I did, I could hear the... creatures? Monsters? Things out there. They were... kind of everywhere at once. And what I also noticed, is that no one was in the house I broke into. The owners probably moved out a long time ago.

I would too, if I could.

Once I could see the light crack through the closed doors of my hiding place and didn't hear anything else than the birds squaking outside, I got out. This house is super dusty, and aside from a few furnitures, there's nothing here. Not any personal stuff, no clothes, framed pictures, not even bowls and stuff in the pantries. I checked every room, and it really seems like this place has been abandonned for a while. It's a wooden house and looks like it's going to fall on itself any time. But it did the job for the night, and I gathered my stuff after drinking the last of my water and eating a bit of what I had left. I got out, and saw a dust road leading farher into the forest. I was already lost, so I thought I'd at least reach civilisation.

I ignored the endless, huge footprints all around the house.

I made my way to what is called the 'Village of Shadows'.

Dope name.

Horrible place.

These people really don't know how to handle traumatized tourists. They're bitter and clearly don't like outsiders. Anytime I tried to ask a question about this place, they either ignored me or straight up closed their doors in my face. They said outsiders were herethics and were going t obring death upon their village. They kept going on about a black god and... what was it? Mother Melissa Melinda Miranda. Who the fuck is she? Some kind of cult guru? What did I get myself into? I'll have to be extra careful around here.

I tried asking where I could find food and clothes, and they vaguely gestured to what seems like the town center. That's where I found the guy I mentioned earlier, the Duke. The friendliest face in this wretched place. He's a weird guy, but I like him. I don't know if I trust him, but I know he knows more than he lets on. And he doesn't have any bad intentions, it seems. Good thing I kept most of my money in my backpack, because this guy has a ton of stuff I'm going to need here. Also, when I asked him about the house I broke into last night, he said no one has been seen here in years. So I'm crashing here for now.

I think it's important for whoever might find this journal that I tried leaving multiple times. The third time almost cost me an arm, so I'm laying low and preparing for my next attempt. Which is why I haven't left yet. Please, don't think I already gave up.

I've only been here for 10 days, but I'm sure there's something more about this place than the beasts in the woods. And the cult. I promised my mom I'd never join one, but it looks like if I ever want to go home, I'll have to play the part (at least for a bit).

Anyway! Here's what I should write down:

Important tips

My inventory The content of my backpack

The content of my first aid kit

Rations

A map of this place

Maybe a part about the beasts of the forest (need to investigate)

Others? A list of ressources?

I'll most likely add more, but I think it's good enough for now.

Hopefully, I won't have time to write more before I find my way out.

[aceofwhump]

Okay so I got back into my Supergirl binge, just finished season 3, and I HAVE THOUGHTS AND FEELINGS. So buckle up cause I'm just gonna put this all under post. There’s a lot here. It's really random and incoherent and long so I'm putting it under a read more.

If you’ve been with me a while you know I can get....passionate about characters I love so this probably won’t be anything new lol. For all you newcomers this is a good time to warn you that I can get long winded in my outpouring of affection for certain whumpees.

Also, spoiler alert I guess if you haven't watched. And if you are a Mon-El hater reading this please don’t interact. I won’t put up with that bullshit. This is positive Mon-El post cause I LOVE MON-EL SO MUCH

TW: discussions of child abuse, emotional and physical

First of all, you guys remember me posting about how much I loved Mon-El and how I had thoughts on how I wanted him whumped? I WAS NOT DISAPPOINTED!!!! God he got whumped so good!! The gunshot! The Medusa virus!! The emotional angst! The stuff with Rhea!! The lead poisoning!! Him having to leave! HEARTBREAKING! WONDERFUL! I LOVE IT!! I NEED MORE!! He whumps so so good!! And there's still soooooo many ways I'd love to see but probably won't get to. Ugh so many opportunities and ideas I'd love to explore.

Secondly, I have feelings about Mon-El and Rhea and Daxam in general. 

Oooh boy do I have feelings. OH MY GOD the Mon-El angst that can/does come out of it all is so fucking delicious!

Rhea is one abusive, manipulative BITCH and I feel so bad for Mon-El! I can only imagine the things he went through a child if she is doing this shit to him as an adult. In the show we’ve seen that Rhea has physically struck him (not only did she slap him across the face but she also punched him so hard in the chest he went flying across the room), locked him up on their ship (and was going to keep him in caged for the next 4 years while she brainwashed him into being the "prince” he used to be), continually emotionally manipulates him, murdered his father and blamed it on him, repeatedly ignores his wishes and words, attacked the people he loves, threatens him, guilt trips him, tried to force him into a marriage using the lives of sick children to manipulate him into it, took locks of his hair without his consent in order to make a progeny with his dna (seriously what the fuck!), invaded his new home with an army, plays on his emotions and love for her as his mother to manipulate him, lies to him, and so much more.

Shes a monster and if she does this shit to him now then you can bet she did this shit when he was growing up. And that hurts me. Thinking about how emotionally and physically abusive Rhea must have been to Mon-El as he grew up in Daxam is heartbreaking

(Also, did Mon-El actually ever learn that his mother murdered his father!? Cause I'd have liked to see Kara tell him and his reaction towards it! He would have been devastated by it. And it would have been really hard for Kara to tell him something like that. Oh man can you imagine the guilt he'd feel over that!? My heart.)

Then there’s everything we learn about Daxam through things Mon-El says and how his parents act and my god if I grew up in that environment i’d be messed up too. I mean he’s canonically said in 2x20 that "we'd drug ourselves, so we literally didn't feel anything" back in Daxam. That’s so fucking heartbreaking! And he says this after he think he sees (he does actually see her but doesn’t believe he did) his mom on the streets and nearly has a fucking panic attack! 

Mon-El: I, um... (SIGHS) I thought I saw my mother last night. I didn't. Don't worry. I went and checked, and my parents' ship definitely had left for Daxam a few weeks ago. But thinking I saw her, it... I thought it would make me feel anger. But I felt, um... Other... Other stuff... I just... I hate... I hate that I still care about her.

Kara: Hey, we can't will ourselves to not feel anything. Life doesn't work like that.

Mon-El: On Daxam, that's exactly what we'd do. We'd drug ourselves, so we literally didn't feel anything.

Kara: You're allowed to miss her. She is your mother.

Mon-El: Well, she's gone forever. So...

AND! And! I was thinking about when Mon-El saw her on the streets and how much it effected him and how much of an emotional roller coaster that was for him. From the fear of seeing her again to realizing that he still loves her despite everything she’s done and it’s so heartbreaking seeing how much he doesn’t want to feel anything towards her but he does and it hurts him. God fuck Daxam and fuck Rhea. I’m glad he got out of that crap planet and into an environment where he can grow and heal.

Third: Mon-El has been through so much and I really really want to see someone talk to him about it and see him breakdown and someone hug him dammit!

Let’s take a look at everything Mon-El has been through for a second. I mean he witnesses the destruction of Daxam and is forced into an escape pod and is sent into space before he can even think anything. He crash lands on an unknown planet, is in a coma for a while, wakes up panicked and confused with a Kryptonian over him and for him no time has past since he escaped Daxam and he doesn’t know his people are dead so he runs and tries to get home. He’s in unknown territory and he’s in distress and gets caught by Kara who hates him because hes from Daxam and she knocks him and locks him up. So he’s confused and being confronted by a Kryptonian with a clear prejudice against him and then he learns HIS PEOPLE AND PLANET ARE DEAD and he is a refugee now and jeezus that must have been really hard to hear! But no time to process that I guess cause now you have to learn to navigate a strange world but oh you can't leave this facility yet cause we don't trust you. So here live in this random corner of this room. Who needs it to feel homey. Then he gets kidnapped by an evil organization while trying to help someone and gets shot in the leg. Then he gets infected with a virus and nearly dies. All the while he's hiding the fact that he's the prince of Daxam because he’s afraid if Kara finds out she'll hate him again like when they first met (I mean she flat out said at one point that she didn’t want to go on a date with him because of the way he is/who he is) and you know what HE WAS RIGHT! Doesn’t matter that he's trying to change or that his identity would have been a bad thing to blurt out to a Kryptonian. Kara breaks up with him and let's be real who can he go to to talk about this? No one. Cause they'd all take Kara's side. He maybe could go to Winn but not really. Things get better eventually and then his fucking parents show up and he’s back in that emotionally and physically abusive relationship and he’s trying to be stronger and better and he sacrifices himself over and over for Earth and for Kara. But no matter what he does he'll always be a Daxamite and never really trusted by them and that hurts. Winn (and yes of course Kara) was really the only one to truly care that the lead bomb would kill him too. That hurts me. Also! Also! He saw Rhea that day on the street and can you imagine the emotional tailspin that would have thrown him into!? Can you imagine if you saw you evil abusive mother on the street?

SOMEONE LOVE AND HUG MY SON!!

Wow sorry I got long winded there but god I have FEELS!!!!

Which I guess brings me to my next discussion: My feelings about Mon-El's return and the Legion.

Surprisingly I was not as upset over Mon-El and Saturn Girl (and the subsequent death of my favorite top Karamel cause fuck that hurts guys) as I thought I'd be and it took me a minute to work out why. The reason why is because the Legion are his family. Mon-El found his family and his purpose and he's happy. He lived 7 years in the future where he mourned his home and Kara and he found people who love him and he found purpose. He built a legacy, a family, based on everything Kara had taught him and that's amazing. I never felt like he fit in with the DEO group other than Winn and Kara. Even with Kara he sometimes still didn't feel like he fit. But with Imra and Brainy? It feels different. It feels good. They don’t see him as an untrustworthy Daxamite like the others did. To the Legion he’s just Mon-El. From the way he interacts with both Imra and Brainy and the quick lines he throws out about their lives in the future you can feel how different it is for him. They love him, they trust him. He called Brainy his best friend! It feels happy and they feel close just like a family. And I'm so so happy that its Winn who ends up going with him back to the future cause not only did Mon-El deserve to have his best friend back but Winn deserved that adventure and it makes me so damn happy.

I was really sad when he left again and really sad that he and Kara weren’t going to be together but it’s okay because he’s happy! Look at how much Mon-El has grown! He’s a true hero! He’s brave and smart and selfless and strong and I couldn’t be more proud of him. Being back was really hard for him but he tried to not hurt Kara and in the end he made the best decision for both of them. I’m so proud of him.

I wish so desperately that I could get a whole fanfic or series or even just tons of headcanons about his time forming and fighting with the Legion cause I want to see that family grow. That's a team I can get behind. I want to see everything that Mon-El went through from the time he landed in the future for the first time to him waking up in 3x07. I want to see how he adjusts and who he meets and see him slowly start fighting and finding others to fight with him cause Kara taught him to help people so he'll help people while he's stick here. I want to see him learn how to fight, him learning his cape tricks, getting his supersuit, fighting with the Legionnaires. But I also want to see him slowly lose hope of every returning home of ever seeing Kara again and how that affects him and hopefully see the rest of the Legion help him through that. To see that family begin to grow. To see him slowly accept that he won't ever see his home or Kara ever again. To see him reluctantly fall in love again. To see him accept his fate and make a home in the 31st century. To protect it and fight for it and his new family. To begin to feel happy and content in the future and finally feel at ease with his life again after years of closing himself of from others too afraid to lose them and hurt again. I want to see all of this. I also want to see what they're like now that Winn has joined them and how much fun those two have together in the future. How do the Legionnaires feel about losing Brainy? How do they feel about Winn? How do they bond?

One final thought. Less about Mon-El and more about the fandom.

You guys warned me about the hate he gets but oh my god I did not expect to see hatred in such a level as I did when I ventured into the tag looking for gifs. Jeezus fuck. I don't understand it. I do not understand how anyone could hate that adorable space puppy. Mon-El worked so hard to unlearn all of the bad things he's been taught since birth and is instead learning from Kara how to be a hero. And he does! He learns and grows and it's amazing and I'm so proud of him! He becomes a caring and supportive and loving boyfriend and is well on the way to being a real hero! He stands up against his evil abusive mother and turns away his people and fights for Kara and for Earth. I'm proud of him. Yes he makes mistakes but he recognizes it and tries really hard to learn from them and do better! How can you hate him with such vehemence!? How!? I've seen less hated towards actual villains! Villains who murder with glee and without remorse! Villains whose backstory is nothing than "I want to". But Mon-El is the one to get hated on? And for those fans to not just attack Mon-El going as far as to call him abusive (the fuck?) but to go after other fans who like him and ship Karamel? To go after Chris Wood himself?! The vitriol I've seen spouted is horrifying. I thought the hate I got for being a Grant Ward or a Roger Mackenzie fan was bad. And it was/is but this is....wow. Just wow. I'll never understand it.

I love Mon-El greatly. He's such a complex character. I love watching people grow and learn and his character development is a gift to watch. Seeing him go from the playboy asshole he started as to the caring and brave hero he is now is wonderful to watch. And I love him and Kara. You can see the love between Chris and Melissa every second the two of them on screen together and it warms my heart that they found each other, that after everything Melissa went through she found her happiness with Chris. And you can see that happiness with Kara and Mon-El. They were so cute and loving and so full of light. I love them and will continue to support and love Karamel forever.