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goneseriesanalysis · 4 years

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Astrid Ellison

So here are my opinions on Astrid Ellison from book 1. Astrid was the character on which my opinion changed the most, which is why it’s taken me so long to get my thoughts together. Sorry for the length again but it seems I have a talent for ✨rambling✨

Spoilers for Gone by Michael Grant down below

Original Opinion: Astrid was one of my least favourite characters. I remember finding her irritating and self-righteous and honestly couldn’t think of a single good thing to say about her.

New Opinion: Astrid was my favourite character in this book. She had moments where I found her slightly irritating - but I think that was Michael struggling to right a smart character more than anything else. She was so kind and brave and not at all like the emotionless and manipulative girl that I remember hating at the grand age of 14.

1.) Astrid’s appearance - Astrid is one of the better described characters in Gone. In the first chapter we find out that she “had shoulder-length blonde hair, and liked to wear starched white short-sleeved blouses that never failed to catch Sam’s eye.” This description immediately establishes her as Sam’s love interest, from her being the first character to get a proper description to Sam’s clear infatuation with her. This is perhaps one of the reasons why I’m not a huge fan of their relationship – it was obvious from page 3 that they were going to end up together. We get three other main descriptions of Astrid throughout the book that really stood out to me:

“Her normally sharp, discerning blue eyes were wide, with way too much white showing” – Chapter 1

“She sat in the big white wicker rocker with her feet propped up on the railing. Her bare legs were blazing white in the sunshine.” – Chapter 20

“The starched white blouses of the pre-FAYZ had given way to t-shirts” – Chapter 28

What really stood out to me in these descriptions is the repeated use of the colour white. Now, in religion white is symbolic of faith, innocence and sacrifice, all of which really seem to fit the characterisation of Astrid. She has a lot of faith in the beginning, not only in God but also in herself. She is relatively confident in who she is and in her place in the world. As the book continues, however, she begins to lose this faith. As she sacrifices more of her time to the care of Little Pete (I really don’t like how Michael constantly treated him as a burden but that is a topic for another post), she becomes less and less confident in her faith and begins to resent what she has become.

As for Astrid’s innocence, I believe this is more of an insight into how Sam views her as opposed to how she actually is. Astrid is intelligent and brave and caring (although a lot of the time I think she struggles to show it) – but is she innocent?? I don’t think so, at least not in the traditional sense. She has grown up as a parent, been forced to mature faster than other children her age. She is Little Pete’s constant defender, and I think in this way Sam underestimates her. As the book continues, he begins to see this, with her staple white blouses transforming into t-shirts, he begins to see her for who she is.

2.) Astrid’s Personality and Character - Aside from Astrid’s intelligence and religious beliefs, Astrid has a very well-rounded personality. She is brave and kind-hearted but seems somewhat socially inept, meaning that the softer side of her personality is often hidden by her cool exterior. (I think there is a possibility that Astrid is autistic-coded but I don’t know enough about the topic to develop this point past mere observation). She takes on the role of a mother to Little Pete and this calmer, kinder, and more protective side of Astrid is often shown in small moments throughout the books. Astrid is the first person to offer comfort to Quinn when he realises his parents are missing, and it is only once she does this that Quinn finally allows himself to fall apart (Chapter 2). She places a hand on his shoulder and for the first night is the one who hears out Quinn’s wild theories, instead of shooting them down (cough cough Sam).

Her relationship with Little Pete is a complicated one. While she often seems resentful about her new position as a guardian, it feels like her resentment towards Little Pete is a way for her to mask her anger at things that are beyond her control. She is furious that the FAYZ has left her without parents, and is even more furious because she can’t truly understand why it has happened. So, to stop these feelings of helplessness, she targets her resentment towards the person she is closest do (as most of us unfortunately do when we feel this way). But despite her anger, her unconditional love always wins out. And this is one of the things I absolutely adored about her when re-reading. Despite her often feeling trapped by her new role in Little Pete’s life, she is still willing to distance herself from Sam, Edilio and Quinn (who are, as far as we know, the closest thing she has to friends) in order to keep him safe. She realises that Little Pete caused the FAYZ in chapter 11 and, even when Sam confronts her, her first move is to defend LP – she is not concerned with what they think of her, only with the safety of her brother.

Further on in the book, after Drake forces her to call Little Pete a slur, she is horrified with herself. She gives almost no thought to the pain she went through stating that “now she was far more angry at herself than she had ever been at him.” I think this really just shows how devoted Astrid is to her brother and, when you remember that she is only 14 it really is amazing how strong she forces herself to be for him. I began to notice on this read through just how much she neglects her own emotions and wellbeing in favour of protecting others (she even shields LP with her own body when the church collapses on top of them and we get no indication as to how injured SHE is). Once again her thoughts are only on her brother. While I wish she had made more of an effort to communicate with Little Pete in a way that he could understand (the few times she does this in the book, he does respond well and it would have been interesting to develop this side of their relationship more, rather than just the one sided protector/protected dynamic), when you think about her age and the trauma that she must be experiencing, I think she does exceptionally well to stay so kind, patient and collected for the majority of the time.

One thing that really surprised me the most when revisiting Astrid’s character was her immense bravery. This is a huge part of her character that I had completely forgotten about, leading me to remember her as little more than a typical damsel in distress. While she often uses her intelligence as a defence mechanism, such as in Chapter 15 when she stands up to Diana, in times when a verbal smack down is inappropriate, she is perfectly willing to put herself in danger in order to protect those that she cares about. We first see this in chapter 10 when she breaks up the fight on the highway. We see it again when Panda and Quinn attack Little Pete, with one of my favourite quotes of the whole book, “Did you throw a rock at my brother?’ Astrid yelled. Fearless in her outrage.” It reminds me so much of the Frankenstein quote “I am fearless and therefore powerful” and was the point in the book where my past prejudices got completely wiped away and were replaced by my new love for her. She cares so much about people, and gets hardly any recognition for it. I just want to give her a hug 😥

Another thing I noticed about Astrid, which I thinks fit’s in really well with the idea of her being this awkward social outcast (I mean did she even have any friends before??) is that while many pop culture references are made by a variety of characters, Astrid makes multiple references to historical figures:

“Patrick was named for Patrick Star, the not-very-bright character on Spongebob” – Lana’s pov Chapter 2

“It’s like a roadrunner cartoon” – Quinn Chapter 9

“I’ll bet you’re one of those brainy Lisa Simpson types” – Diana Chapter 14

“Let me guess, you’re secretly a wizard who was raised by muggles.” – Sam Chapter 21

“And this isn’t exactly the time for me to consult Yoda on how to use my power” – Sam Chapter 26

“..an ornate, heavy iron thing that Coates kids joked was the tenth Nazgul” – Jack’s pov Chapter 32

“Too bad Dr Phil’s not around.” – Diana 39

“The only thing we have to fear is fear itself” – Astrid Chapter 5

“To understand this you’d have to be Einstein or Heisenburg or Feynman, on that level” – Astrid Chapter 13

“Power corrupts, absolute power corrupts absolutely. I forgot who said it.” – Astrid Chapter 17

I don’t have much else to say about this other than I find it quite interesting and I think it perfectly highlights how Astrid never quite fits in, no matter how hard she tries.

3.) Astrid’s Intelligence - Astrid’s intelligence is mainly used for world building throughout the first book. It is from Astrid that we learn the full story of the power plant incident, learn that the barrier is a dome and are introduced to the idea of animal mutations, as well as many theories about the outside world/ what caused the FAYZ (although those last theories are a misdirection on her part). This works well for the most part as it means that important information can be spaced evenly throughout the book, without the need for info-dumps. However, sometimes Michael’s attempts to showcase Astrid’s intelligence were, I think, a little on the nose and took me out of the story. The worst offender for this, in my opinion, is in chapter 2 with the line “Is that meant to be a pro forma reassurance or a specific commitment?” This is a really nit-picky complaint but this line just really bugged me as it seemed like he was making her smart for the sake of being smart and it kind of came off as annoying. I know one of her character flaws is her social awkwardness but this just felt too much. I love the way she over-explains and over-analyses things when she’s nervous, and I think her constant referencing to things that the other characters just don’t understand perfectly demonstrate this flaw, but lines like this seemed a little irritating and obnoxious.

The secondary use for Astrid’s intelligence in this book is as her primary line of defence. Her intellect is something that she prides herself on, but it is also something that separates her from everyone else. People are intimidated by her, and, as a result, she has learned to use her intelligence as a weapon when necessary. This is clearly seen in chapter 14, when Diana tries to intimidate her and Astrid immediately starts asking Diana questions about the cause of the FAYZ (questions that she knows Diana has no answer to). It’s later seen in chapter 22. When Drake begins to bully Astrid into calling LP a slur, she fights back by explaining that said slur is outdated; explaining the meaning of it; and then explaining how it does not fit LP anyway. While she knows that she cannot use her physical strength, her intellect is something that she can weaponise in certain situations in order to protect herself and those she loves. Her proficiency in this tactic also leads me to believe that Astrid has probably been in similar situations before. Everyone in Perdido Beach seems to know about LP. Is that why she has no friends?? Has she distanced herself from her peers in order to protect LP from their ignorance, whether consciously or not??

4.) Astrid and Religion - I don’t have as much to say about this, as I’m not religious myself and have very little understanding of Christianity (Or Catholicism – I’m actually not sure which Astrid is meant to be so if anyone knows I would appreciate it), but I feel like this is a such a huge part of who Astrid is that I had to at least mention it. One thing that I do like is Astrid’s seemingly constant battle between her scientific beliefs and her religious beliefs. While she does believe in God, she won’t accept him as an explanation for the FAYZ, and still looks for a scientific answer. Her relationship with religion seems to act as more of a moral guideline rather than a fundamental belief system. She looks to God for guidance and support in times of trouble, such as at Bette’s funeral (Chapter 17), as she is being chased by Drake (Chapter 24) and when the church is collapsed on top of her (Chapter 45) and seems to be convinced that her morality is directly tied to her faith. However, she relies on facts (things she can explain and control) for true comfort, and doesn’t allow her faith to interfere with her action. I think these ideas are perfectly encompassed by this quote from Chapter 40 “No. I believe in free will. I think we make our own decisions and carry out our own actions. And our actions have consequences. The world is what we make it. But I think sometimes we can ask God to help us and He will.” – And I am quite excited to see how her faith/ loss of faith changes her perceptions in the later books.

5.) Astrid’s Role in The Book - For the most part, Astrid has three main roles in this book:

- To act as LP’s protector

-To act as a source of plot-relevant and world building information to the reader

-To be Sam’s main motivation is becoming the leader

And this, in my opinion, is a phenomenal waste. Astrid was the perfect candidate for the leader of the FAYZ, and giving the role to Sam made no sense?? I think what Michael was trying to do was suggest that Sam had to be the leader instead of Astrid because, while Astrid is the intelligent one who knows how to work people, Sam is the one who people look to when things go wrong. (Think of Katniss and Peeta’s dynamic in The Hunger Games). But, it just doesn’t work. For one, we know that what the people of Perdido Beach think has very little effect on leadership. There was no uproar when Caine took over. Were people scared and upset?? Yes. Did they run to Sam’s aid and rebel against Caine?? No. So why should it matter whether they prefer Sam to Astrid – Sam could still be the hero without being the leader. In fact, I think it would have made both characters so much better if this was the case. Also we know that in times of crisis, people DO look to Astrid. Albert’s cat anyone?? Furthermore, Astrid’s ability to use her intellect to play on people’s emotions is a much better match for Caine’s easy charm than Sam with his flame throwers. I mean please. Astrid has a cool and intimidating exterior that actually hides a well of deep emotions that she can pull from and use to manipulate people into doing things they never thought they were capable of (we mostly see this work with Sam in this book during the fire, chapter 4, and the first time he controls his powers, chapter 28). Caine has an easy going and charming exterior that hides his lack of empathy, allowing him to use people for his own gain as he sees them as expendable. They are such PERFECTLY MATCHED OPPOSITES. But no. Michael wanted the leader to be Sam because?? Fire?? Ugh. Even when the question of who will take over if Sam poofs comes up in chapter 40, NOBODY EVEN MENTIONS HER. Astrid suggests that Edilio takes over and that’s that. (With that being said I do find it interesting that Astrid basically chose both the leader AND the backup leader but still. Let her live up to her full potential Michael.)

I think I’ve pretty much covered the first two bullet points in other sections but I’ll just quickly mention her part in Sam becoming the leader. It’s very clear from the fire onwards that Sam being in charge is Astrid’s main goal. Is this so that Sam can protect her?? Maybe. Idk. But it kind of frustrates me that she is broken down into Sam’s love interest towards the end, rather than coming into her own role. We are constantly shown that she is the main reason that Sam is becoming the leader, and this is even explicitly stated when Sam tells his mother/the gaiphage that he has “someone I have to stay here for” – chapter 46. I think the book should have ended with Astrid taking on her own role (as the leader obvs but I would have settled for something smaller or, you know, ANYTHING), instead of her just becoming Caine’s human shield. I do have more to say on this topic but I feel like it falls more into the relationship category so I’ll leave that for a later post.

And I’m not even going to talk about her powers past saying: what was the reason?? As far as I can gather Michael wanted a reason for Astrid being so insistent about Sam taking on the role of leader and so gave her a weird power and then decided hmm no.

Thank you so much for reading and I would love to hear all of your thoughts on Astrid. I think I’m going to do Caine next but who knows.

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pastelwitchling · 4 years

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The day had started with a knock at the door.

Alex had woken up in the middle of the night and had stayed awake, preferring to focus his mind on coding and military work than try to let it rest for another second. He’d been doing so since he’d come back to Roswell, and even more so since Michael and Maria had started dating. It never mattered that they broke up, something in Alex had shattered at the thought of Maria’s hands on Michael’s body, kissing down the trails that Alex had kissed himself.

The real problem now, however, was the fact that Alex was struggling to do almost anything during the day, the exhaustion taking over more and more of his sanity. But he couldn’t go back to sleep, he couldn’t hide behind any more trenches, hear any more explosions, run from his father, run from the man he loved and the woman who had been meant to love him and yet betrayed him. Alex would’ve rather let the exhaustion kill him than succumb to these nightmares.

But that also meant that time stopped having any meaning, so when Alex heard the knock at his front door, he thought it was still barely dawn. A glance at his phone told him it was almost noon. Days off without any work schedule will do that to a man.

He pushed himself off the counter and went to answer, surprised to see Max Evans standing on the other side, smiling mischievously as if he and Alex were best friends sharing a dangerous secret.

“Morning, Manes!” Max said, uncharacteristically cheerful.

“Uh – good morning, Max,” Alex said with furrowed brows, stepping aside as Max let himself in. “Did – did something happen?”

“Hm?” Max looked over his shoulder at Alex, arms crossed behind his back. “No. I just felt like coming to see you.” He raised an eyebrow at him. “That okay?”

Alex blinked, surprised. A blush rose up his neck but he ignored it and began quickly clearing away his files. “Y—Yeah, that’s fine. Does Michael know you’re here?”

Max chuckled. “Come on, Alex, you know Michael. No one can even mention your name around him. You know, because he” – here he did animated quotes with his fingers – “loves you.”

Alex’s brows furrowed. “Max?”

“Or, you know,” Max shrugged. “So he says. Doesn’t really act like it though, does he?” He chuckled. “What a dick. You want me to make you some breakfast? I’m basically Chef Ramsay with a few eggs and spices.”

“Uh – Max,” Alex asked. “Are you okay?”

Max stilled for a moment in front of the stove, but when he turned to Alex, his smile was smaller, more hesitant, the kind of smile Alex knew Max to usually have. Though there was something about the look in his eyes…

“I miss Liz,” he said blatantly. “You know, with her gone to California, I just thought you would understand what it feels like to miss someone and not be able to tell them.”

Alex felt an odd chill at the base of his spine at the darkness in Max’s eyes. Something still felt off, though Alex couldn’t put his finger on what exactly. “I…”

“I can’t tell Michael,” Max shook his head. “You know what he’s like, he doesn’t take anything seriously, he doesn’t think anything’s worth caring about –”

“He cares about you and Isobel,” he defended.

“I know,” Max nodded gravely. “I know, but he doesn’t love anyone like you and I do. He doesn’t understand what it’s like to feel like you’re burning from the inside because of how badly you want that person.” He sighed. “Alex. Michael doesn’t have room in his heart to really love just one person. He fights for who he loves… but not to keep anyone. He just doesn’t care enough.”

Alex blinked, startled at the cruelty of Max’s words. He wanted to deny them, to tell Max just how loving Michael could be, to tell him of all the times Michael had fought for him… and he came up with nothing. All Alex could pull from his memory were moments Michael had taunted him, had turned him away, had refused him, had let him turn away without a question, without holding on, without a single request to stay. Then there was the moment Michael chose someone else because it was easier.

Alex’s shoulders fell only for a moment, his gaze dropped for a single instant, but it was enough for Max to notice, and for a split second, Alex thought he saw Max smirk, but when he blinked, the man’s expression was one of sympathy and kindness.

Still…

“So,” Max shrugged a shoulder, his smile so gentle and so full of hesitation that Alex could not help but sympathize. “Can I make you some breakfast?”

“I…” Alex glanced at the door, half-expecting Michael to suddenly come in and explain what Max was really doing here, and why his brother was offering to do something nice for Alex instead of him. “Sure.”

Max smiled, and Alex felt the small ball of tension in his chest loosen just slightly. “Okay! Okay, food for two.” He pushed Alex’s shoulders, guiding him onto a stool at the counter. “You just sit down and relax, I’ll take care of everything.”

Alex sat down with a sigh and watched with a smile tugging at his lips as Max took a carton of eggs and a bundle of vegetables from Alex’s fridge as if he lived there. Alex had no idea how hungry he was until Max set a colorful omelet in front of him with an expectant smile, waiting for his reaction. Alex dug in and his eyes fluttered. A moan escaped his lips and he quickly covered his mouth with his hand, hoping it would take the sound back, but it was too late. Max had heard him and his smile had widened.

“Good?”

Alex shook his head. “Amazing.” He pointed a fork at Max. “Aren’t you going to eat?”

Max blinked, as if surprised to be offered. “Sure. Yeah. Breakfast, you and me.”

So Alex and Max sat and laughed and talked. All about little nothings but none of it mattered because for the first time, Alex wasn’t thinking about Michael or Project Shepherd, but about Jane Austen and movies and Hamilton. He was smiling and it didn’t feel forced. He couldn’t remember the last time that had happened.

Then his phone rang.

Alex glanced down at the name flashing on the screen and any semblance of a smile on his lips disappeared. Max followed his gaze and his brows furrowed. They sat in silence until the phone stopped ringing.

“Why didn’t you pick up?” Max asked.

Alex searched Max’s face carefully, looking for any sign of judgment, any disappointment. There was none. He sighed, choosing to smile instead of cry about it like he wanted. Like he’d been wanting for the past few years.

“Because I’m having breakfast with you,” he said simply and stood, taking his and Max’s empty plates. Max was staring at him with an unreadable expression. “Look,” Alex said, putting the plates in the sink, “for the first time in a long time I’m having an actual good morning. Can’t I have it just a little longer? And then, I promise I’ll call him and help him with whatever he needs.”

Max smirked, something that reminded Alex a little too much of Michael. He shrugged. “I’m not here as Michael’s brother, Alex.” He scoffed then, as if he’d made a private joke. “Believe me. You want to have a good morning, let’s have a good morning.”

Alex began to smile, but then they heard a tapping on the roof and rubble fell from the ceiling.

“What the hell,” Alex muttered.

Max tilted his head. “Must be an animal up there or something.”

Alex rubbed his eyes. “If it’s picking at the wood, I need to stop it.”

Max stood. “Now?”

“I don’t want to let it get worse,” Alex said. “I’m sorry. Hey, make yourself at home, I’ll be right back.”

Alex turned, not even considering that he was leaving Max alone with his phone that had started, once again, to ring.

“Come on, Alex,” Michael muttered. “Pick up. Pick up.”

“He’s still not answering?” Isobel asked, sitting across from him in a Crashdown booth. “Maybe he’s still asleep.”

“Alex is always up before the sun is,” Michael said. “He doesn’t really sleep.”

She frowned. “Aw.”

Michael was directed to voicemail again. He got off the automated message and dialed again.

“Would you give it up?” she said. “He doesn’t want to talk to you.”

“I just need to hear his voice,” Michael said.

“Then go see him.”

“He doesn’t want to see me.”

Michael was just about to hang up and try texting instead when Alex picked up on the other end.

“Private?”

“No,” Max answered. “Not exactly.”

Michael frowned. “Max?” He caught Isobel’s gaze. She looked just as surprised as he was. “What’re you doing with Alex’s phone?”

“Oh, we’re just spending the morning together,” Max said cheerfully. “It’s been a lot of fun. I’d ask you to come, but… well, Alex really hates you right now.”

Michael’s brows furrowed, a painful sting in his chest. “What?”

“He just gets it, you know?” Max said matter-of-factly. Michael was getting more and more confused.

“Max, what’re you talking about? What’s really going on?”

“Michael, I’m telling you,” Max said with a chuckle. Was he drunk? “Alex and I just understand each other. I know what he’s going through. Being abandoned by the one you love sucks. Not that you’d know, am I right?”

Michael’s fingers curled to fists. “Max,” he said, his voice dangerously low. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“I’m being there for Alex,” Max said sweetly. “Does that bother you, Michael? Does it upset you that someone could actually care about Alex? Or do you want him to wait on the sidelines until you decide he’s worth your time?”

Michael’s jaw clenched, his eyes narrowed. Isobel kept nudging his arm, asking him what was wrong, but Michael couldn’t hear her anymore. Because just then, Max Evans walked through the front door of the Crashdown. Isobel followed his gaze and gasped, her eyes wide.

Michael stood. Max saw him and came over, concern evident in his expression.

“Mr. Jones,” Michael hissed before Max could ask what was wrong. “If you touch a hair on his head –”

“Then what?” Mr. Jones laughed. “Tell me, what will you do, Michael?”

“Listen to me, you sick bastard –”

“It’s too bad, you know,” Mr. Jones said. “He’s pretty handsome. Really nice, too. But, you see, the problem is… he’s too clever. Pesky, I know, but how am I supposed to corner you guys if he’s always there to save your asses? No. You understand I have to do something about it, right? Nothing personal.”

Michael was already out of the Crashdown, Isobel and Max at his heels. “I’ll find you,” he said. “You hurt him in any way, and I swear, it will be the last thing you ever do!”

“Oh, gotta go, Michael!” Mr. Jones said cheerfully. “Alex is working on the roof. I should probably go make sure he doesn’t, you know, slip and fall to a painful death. Later!”

Michael tried to argue, to threaten, to plead, but the line had already turned dead.

“Alex, hold up!” Max called as Alex brought out the long ladder and set it against the side of the house.

“Max, I told you I’ve got it,” Alex said. “You should go back inside, have some coffee.”

“I wouldn’t be much of a Superman if I let you do this by yourself, would I?”

Alex laughed, and Max smiled. “Superman?”

“Don’t look at me!” Max said. “I’m not the one that came up with it! But,” he sighed, “I figured that if everyone was going to make me out to be so perfect, then I should probably do more than screw up all the time.”

“You’re talking about Liz,” he said softly.

“I let her down,” Max nodded. “Least I can do is help make sure her best friend stays safe.”

Alex looked to the ladder and sighed. “All right, hold onto it then.” He got ready to climb as Max hung onto the ladder. He paused, “And don’t worry. This time, Liz was in the wrong. She’s just got too much pride to admit it. But she’s smart, she’ll realize that she made a mistake, and she’ll come back.”

Max scoffed. “You, Alex Manes, are way too nice for this town.”

Alex rolled his eyes. “Shut up.”

It was slow, Alex’s climb up the ladder, but eventually he made it to the roof. He tried not to show how out of breath he already was, looking around for the animal tapping on the wood. Instead, he found that a part of the roof was caved in, barely held together by the support beams below.

Alex frowned. “What the hell?”

“What’s going on?” Max called from below.

Alex shook his head. “It looks like something struck the roof and broke the wood apart.”

Max hummed. “Or someone.”

“Who would be able to do this? I would’ve noticed if someone had been on my roof, they would’ve had to not use their… hands…” Alex looked down again and was met with two sights.

The first was that the ladder had been taken down and Alex was now stuck on the roof. The second was that Max was watching him, amused, his arms crossed.

Alex stepped back slowly so that he could hold onto his chimney but keep an eye on Max – or the imposter, he should say – at once.

“You’re not Max.”

“No,” Mr. Jones said with mock sympathy. “But hey, getting you up there was easier than I thought it’d be. I thought this would have to be a lot messier, but falling off the roof works, too.” He cackled. “You’re usually too smart to trick. You must be tired!”

“Get away from me,” Alex warned.

“Oh I won’t touch you, Alex,” Mr. Jones smiled. “That’s sort of the point. Murder always comes with way too many questions. Accidents, on the other hand…”

“No one will believe that I let myself fall off the roof,” Alex said.

“They will actually, want to know why?” Mr. Jones tilted his head. “Because you’re broken, Alex. You’re a shattered toy who can barely stay on your feet, and everyone knows it. You don’t sleep, you don’t eat…. Max Evans may be Superman… but you’re definitely not.” He shrugged. “Anywho. We don’t really have a lot of time, so –”

Mr. Jones put out a hand and Alex felt himself suddenly jerk forward. He managed to stay on the roof only by grabbing the chimney at the last second.

“It’s a shame,” Mr. Jones sighed. “You really could’ve been someone, you know, if you weren’t so busy looking after everyone else. Let this be a lesson for the future; only look out for yourself. Well, you won’t have a future, but you get my point, right?”

He tried to yank Alex off again, and once again, Alex held on by the tip of his fingers, his nails scraping the bricks and breaking off. Alex’s fingers bled and his hands scarred, his head felt heavy and the world was spinning. He was too tired to keep holding on, too disoriented to think of a plan. All he could do was hang on as Mr. Jones tried to throw him off the roof again, and again, and again.

“You’re being really difficult right now, Alex!” Mr. Jones snapped, the both of them breathing heavily after several minutes. “Would you just… die… ALREADY?!”

Michael, Alex thought desperately, terrified that just saying the cowboy’s name would take too much of the energy he was using to stay alive. He wanted to see Michael, he wanted to tell him how much he loved him, how much he would miss him. Where are you? Alex shut his eyes tight, thinking of Michael, his grip on the chimney weakening.

One more pull, he knew, was all it would take. Then –

CRASH!

Alex opened his eyes and gasped. Mr. Jones had been thrown into the set of chairs and tables Alex had in his backyard. He was unconscious.

“Alex!” Michael called. “Alex, where are you?!”

“Here,” Alex breathed, then, louder, “Up here!”

Michael, Isobel, and the real Max came into view, looking as if they’d run a marathon.

“Alex,” Michael called, eyes wild. “Are you okay?!”

Alex nodded. “Yeah, I’m – I’m fine.”

“Michael,” Max said, lifting the ladder. “Help me with this.”

The both of them set the ladder against the wall for Alex to climb down. Max held onto the ladder while Michael held his arms out for Alex. The airman barely touched the ground before he was engulfed in a bone-crushing hug.

“You’re okay,” Michael breathed against his hair. “You’re okay, you’re okay, you’re okay.”

“Alex,” Isobel stared cautiously at Mr. Jones who Max was injecting with what looked like a serum. “What happened?”

Alex shook his head. Michael would not release him for a second. “I thought he was Max. I’m sorry, I – I should’ve been able to tell.”

“You’re exhausted, look at you,” Michael said, taking Alex’s face in his hands. He seemed to forget himself as he kissed Alex’s forehead, his eyes, his cheeks, his nose. Alex stopped him before he mindlessly kissed his lips.

“I’m – I’m okay,” Alex said, though he kept a tight hold on Michael’s jacket. “Really.”

Michael seemed to realize that Alex also wanted to stay close, and he brought an arm around his back, rubbing soothingly. Alex thought he could almost collapse against him and fall asleep now.

“What did he want with me though?” Alex asked.

“He knows how important you are to us,” Michael said.

“All the help you’ve given us,” Max shook his head as he came over. “You’re kind of our protector, Alex. He doesn’t really like that.”

“No kidding,” Alex muttered. Looking at Max now, he could see the difference between them. Max’s eyes were darker, but his concern more genuine, his kindness almost palpable. Alex blushed when he thought of the man he’d had breakfast with. He found himself disappointed that he’d lost a friend he didn’t know he needed.

“I’m here now,” Michael said against his hair, and Alex’s heart hammered painfully in his chest. “He won’t touch you again.”

Alex turned his red face away from Isobel and Max’s eyes. He wished Michael wouldn’t talk to him like that in front of other people.

“I just need some sleep,” Alex shook his head against Michael’s chest. “Please, just… get him off my property,” he nudged with his chin at Mr. Jones. “I don’t want to see him here again.”

Max nodded sympathetically, touched his shoulder, and asked for Isobel’s help dragging Mr. Jones to his car. Meanwhile, Alex was left alone in Michael’s arms.

“Mind if I stay with you?” Michael said, pushing Alex’s bangs back from his eyes. “I won’t be able to function if I know you’re here unprotected.”

“I don’t need protection.”

“Please, Alex.”

Alex searched his face, his hands coming around Michael’s waist and reaching up to touch his back. He couldn’t believe how much he missed Michael’s body against his.

“Can’t you just stay with me for the sake of staying with me?”

Michael’s expression faltered. “You’d let me?”

Alex pressed his forehead against Michael’s shoulder, trying not to think of Mr. Jones’s words. He fights for who he loves… but not to keep anyone. He just doesn’t care enough.

Mr. Jones had been wrong. Alex knew that better than anyone. He held on tighter to Michael, as tightly as he needed to make sure the cowboy didn’t leave him again.

“Just stay with me, Michael. Stay.”

#alex manes #michael guerin #malex #malex one shot #malex fanfic #malex fic #malex fanfiction #roswell new mexico #roswell nm #malex angst #malex fluff #tyler blackburn #michael vlamis

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stimmingandshifting · 4 years

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ok so I found this incorrect quote generator and dsmp dr hyperfixation go brr so i made a Ton of agate and the other kids and here are the ones that fit (with some wording changes to better fit characters/situations)(warning there’s A Lot)

Tubbo: I made tea!!

Agate: i don’t want tea

Tubbo: I didn’t make tea for you. This is my tea.

Agate: then why tell me?

Tubbo: it’s a conversation starter!

Agate: that’s a terrible conversation starter.

Tubbo: oh, is it? We’re conversing. Checkmate.

Agate: yeah, Ranboo and I have this sort of chemistry (/p) where we finish each other’s-

Ranboo: sentences?

Agate: don’t interrupt me.

Agate: remember, if you see something, say something.

Tubbo: I saw a bee today!!

Agate: outstanding, this is exactly what I’m talking about.

Agate: ha, some idiot tried to fight a squid earlier today.

Tommy, covered in ink: well MAYBE the squid was being a DICK

Agate: I slept for almost 12 hours but I might still be tired so lets go for 12 more. just in case.

Ranboo: agate that‘s a coma

Agate: Sounds Festive

Tubbo: jail is no fun, I’ll tell you that much...

Agate: wha- you’ve been?

Tubbo: once. In monopoly.

((Tommy is q u a k i n g))

Tommy: how petty can you get?!

Agate: i once edited a wikipedia article to win an argument I was wrong about.

((but hey at least my first instinct when something goes wrong isnt child murder))

Tubbo: .. -- / ... --- .-. .-. -.--

Agate: what’s that-

Tubbo: remorse code :(

Agate: I’m even angrier now.

Tubbo: hey, we’re friends, right?

Agate: normally, I’d say yes without hesitation, but I feel like this is going somewhere. And I don’t like it.

Agate: not every problem can be solved with a sword, tommy-

Tommy: that’s why I also have an axe!

Agate: you use humor to deflect trauma.

Tommy: thank you

Agate: that’s not a good thing-

Tommy: what I’m hearing is you think I’m funny.

Agate: *accidentally Decks Tommy after he made eye contact while they were wiping off their sunglasses*

Agate: *trying to decide between saying “I’m fucking sorry” and “are you okay”

Agate: ARE YOU FUCKING SORRY

Tommy: WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU

Agate: calm down, violence isn’t the answer-

Tommy: you’re right.

Agate: thank you-

Tommy: violence is the question.

Agate: what.

Tommy, bolting: and the answer is yes.

Agate, running after him: NO-

Agate: heads up if you try to make a candle with food coloring the food coloring will just sink to the bottom of the glass and when the flame eventually reaches the bottom all the food coloring will catch fire and become one giant tall flame that you cannot possibly blow out and the glass will start to crack and then you’ll throw your tea on it in a panic and then the extremely hot food coloring will boil and sizzle horribly and then the glass will shatter. Please take my word on this.

Tommy: what did you do

Agate: a Mistake

((look they may be fairly rational and Done With This Bullshit but theyre also a teenage intp which implies at least a little bit of chaotic dumbassery))

Agate: this is a mistake.

Tubbo: a mistake we’re going to laugh about one day!

Agate: but not today.

Tubbo: oh no, today’s going to be a mess!

Agate: prevented a murder today

Ranboo: really? How?

Agate: Self Control

Agate: *stubs their toe* FUCK

Ranboo, covering Michael’s ears: language

Agate: oh, what am I supposed to say, “woe is I?”

Agate: you have to accept that swear words are necessary sometimes.

Agate: I am the most normal person in this group.

Ranboo: agate this morning you thought a ghost made your toast

Agate: I DIDNT PUT THE BREAD IN! YOU DIDNT PUT THE BREAD IN! GHOSTBUR MIGHT HAVE PUT THE BREAD IN

Agate: I’m starting to regret getting you that blender.

Tubbo, drinking toast: why do you say that?

Agate: go away, I’m having a mid-life crisis

Ranboo: you’re 17-

Agate: and based on our track record i probably won’t even make it to 30. I’m starting late.

Tommy: *kicks down the door, panicked*

Agate: what did you do.

Tommy: NO ONE DIED

Agate: WHAT KIND OF ANSWER IS THAT

Tubbo: if you were to vacuum up jello through a metal tube, well i think that’d be a neat noise

Agate: I Beg To Differ

Tubbo: Then Beg

(there’s gonna be a part 2 bc I Have More)

#Dr: dsmp #Desired reality #agate #shifting #reality shifting #shiftblr #Drself #dr self

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mermaidcashton · 4 years

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dance in the living room, love with an attitude

authors: claire (@mermaidcashton) & laura (@maluminspace) ship/AU: michael clifford/ashton irwin, roommates AU prompt: “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I have no idea what I’m doing. I almost never do.” wordcount: 10k+ warnings: swearing, implied & explicit sexual content a/n: • written for @maluminspace & @h0tsos ‘s 5sos fic writers collab (in which we all chose from a list of AU’s and had the above prompt quote to include - check out the masterlist linked to see everyone elses!) • i do not give permission for this (or any of my writing) to be reposted, by anyone, on this or any other website. please don’t do it! • title from ‘only human’ by the jonas brothers dance in the living room, love with an attitude *** The music was probably turned up a little too loud, but it helped to drown out the nerves starting to bubble away in Michael’s tummy. ‘I hope ‘Ashton’ likes MCR’ he thought as he half-heartedly wiped down the kitchen counters with a damp cloth. He wanted the place to look mildly tidier than it usually did for his new flatmate. First impressions counted for a lot, as his mum had told him twice this week already.

Once the splashes of milk from this morning’s mishap with the cereal had been washed away along with the crumbs from last night’s dinner of peanut butter on toast, he stole a quick glance at the clock on the wall over in the living room area. It wasn’t quite midday, which meant he had a little over an hour until his new roommate was due to arrive. That should mean that he just about had enough time to vacuum the whole flat and take a shower. Throwing the dishcloth into the little cleaning basket on the window ledge, Michael focused on screaming the lyrics to ‘Thank you for Venom’ and tried not to focus too much on the anxiety about the rest of the day.

Agreeing to live with someone he’d never met in person probably wasn’t the smartest of ideas. It’s not like Michael had been given much choice, though. His last flatmate had given him less than a week’s notice when she decided to move in with her short-term girlfriend and left Michael with a whole bunch of bills that his meagre paycheck could never stretch far enough to cover. Luckily, his best friend Luke had a work colleague who desperately needed a new place to live since his landlord had slapped him with a very short notice period to move out of his current flat. Luke had offered to give this work friend Michael’s contact details and the following morning, Michael had woken up to a text from a guy called Ashton who was very interested in Michael’s recently vacant spare room.

After explaining the cost of rent and other bills in a few subsequent texts, Michael had received a very grateful reply from Ashton asking if it would be possible to move in that weekend. Of course the blonde had agreed, eager to get the awkward first meeting out of the way as soon as possible.

Determined to get his most hated chore done before he could start collecting his thoughts and mentally preparing for the arrival of his new flatmate, Michael grabbed the portable hoover from the charging port on the tiny bit of the kitchen wall that was not taken up by the counters and cabinets. He was just about to press the ‘ON’ button when a knock at the door put an abrupt halt to his plans.

Michael huffed as he made his way over to the front door. The only people that had the security code for the entrance of the building were his parents and Luke, neither of which were due to visit today. That left only someone who had the wrong flat, or one other possible visitor; his neighbour, Calum. They’d hang out sometimes, whenever their days off matched up. Their shared interest in certain obscure and rare computer games and a mutual love of sushi and beer made for hours of fun without the chore of actually having to leave the building. Michael had definitely made sure to let Calum know that he was expecting his new flatmate to arrive today, though, so he was a little confused as to why his neighbour would be dropping by now.

That feeling only intensified when a glance through the spy hole on his front door revealed that Calum was accompanied by a stranger. He opened the door cautiously, still feeling a little bewildered.

“Hey, mate.” Calum grinned, waving a handful of unopened letters in greeting. “Just found this guy outside with a bunch of boxes. I knew you were expecting your new flatmate today, so I helped bring his stuff up.” His dark brown eyes surveyed Michael with something like confusion from beneath the rim of his seemingly ever-present black bucket hat.

Michael could only imagine that his neighbour was mirroring his own befuddled expression because Ashton wasn’t due to arrive for another hour. He forced himself to look over at the stranger, whilst his mind worked over what was happening.

It appeared that Calum was right in assuming this was Ashton. He was indeed carrying a large cardboard box labelled ‘bedroom’ that would definitely suggest he was moving house. There were also a bunch of smaller boxes piled against the wall beside the front door which supported that assumption.

“Do you guys need any more help?” Calum offered, “I’m free if…”

“Nah, it’s fine.” Michael cut in quickly. “We can take it from here, thanks Cal.” The last thing Michael wanted was more people to see the apartment in its current state.

“No worries.” Calum smiled, “You know where I am if you change your mind.” He turned his attention to his little fluffy dog who had been patiently waiting for his post-walk nap. “C’mon Duke.”

Once Calum and his little fluff ball had wandered off across the hall towards their own apartment, Michael turned his attention back to Ashton. Three things struck him about his new flatmate in very quick succession;

Ashton was incredibly hot. His curly black hair hung loosely around his handsome face, framing his chiselled cheekbones and clean shaven, angular jaw beautifully. His hazel eyes were striking from behind the horn-rimmed glasses perched neatly on his perfectly ski-slope shaped nose.

He looked vaguely familiar. Michael knew that he’d seen Ashton’s face somewhere before but it wouldn’t quite click in his brain. Not that it would be entirely surprising if they’d met before, they did share a close friend after-all. It just seemed a little off that Luke hadn’t reminded Michael of the occasion they'd met at before suggesting they live together.

Despite his silence, Ashton looked somewhat annoyed, possibly bordering on angry. That struck Michael as odd. He had been known to piss people off fairly regularly but seeing as he’d barely even spoken to Ashton, this would be an all time record.

“So you must be Ashton…” Michael smiled, awkwardly tucking a strand of his messy blonde hair behind his ear whilst offering his free hand out for his new flatmate to shake. “I’m Michael, or you can call me Mike if you want. Most of my friends do.” Ashton didn’t accept the offer of a handshake, in fact he made no movement whatsoever. He simply glared at Michael with an increasing level of irritation. “Are you kidding me?”

Michael knew that he was not the prettiest of people. He dressed casually most of the time and due to Ashton’s early appearance, he’d not yet had a chance to shower and make himself a little more presentable. He didn’t think that he quite deserved such a cutting greeting, though. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t expecting you yet, I was just…”

“You don’t even remember me, do you?!” Ashton interrupted, his tone dripping of resentment now. “Fucking unbelievable!” Michael couldn’t remember ever feeling more confused in his life. Ashton hadn’t mentioned that they’d previously met in his text messages so why would he be so angry that Michael hadn’t immediately recognised him now?

The newcomer’s harsh tone had caught Calum’s attention, causing the neighbour to pause in sorting through his mail and stare unashamedly at the scene unfolding across the hall.

“This could only fucking happen to me…” Ashton huffed, adjusting his grip on the box in his arms. “I get turfed out of my flat because my landlord suddenly decides he wants it for his daughter and just when I think I’ve landed on my feet with a new place, my new fucking flatmate turns out to be a one night stand who doesn’t even remember me! Talk about kicking a guy when he’s down!”

Michael barely registered Calum’s audible gasp as realisation crashed around him. Suddenly the memory of the beautiful man that had swept Michael off his feet at a bar a few months back replayed in his head like a movie he’d seen once but hadn’t been able to remember the title of. He’d only known the guy as Ash and he’d assumed it was short for Ashley. Despite the fact that Ash’s hair had been a sexy shade of crimson, styled in a neat quiff and he hadn’t been wearing glasses, it was definitely the same guy that was standing in front of him right now.

“Ash…” the word escaped Michael almost of it’s own volition. “But I thought that was short for… oh my god, this can’t be happening.” He cupped his own face in his hands as the reality of the awkward situation began to settle into the very fibre of his being.

“Wow, you can’t make this shit up.” Calum gasped, an almost delighted smile on his face. “What’re you guys gonna do?”

Despite Calum’s annoying rubbernecking, it gave Michael the perfect excuse to look away from Ashton for a second. “Well I’m gonna throw something at you, if you don’t get lost right now, Calum.” He hissed.

“He’s not the one coming across like a shithead right now.” Ashton scoffed, setting the box in his arms onto the floor. “Being a nosey neighbour still makes you a hell of a better person than the guy that flatters their way into your bed and gives you amazing sex but then gives you a fake number!”

“That’s right.” Calum agreed. “People that do that are the worst. At least have the balls to tell the other person you’re not looking for anything long term before you disappear the next day.”

“Calum, I swear to god…” Michael hissed.

Ashton shook his head angrily. “He’s right, if you never wanted to see me again, you could have just said. I wouldn’t have wasted some of my best moves on you.”

“Oh, what were the moves?” Calum smirked, prying his way further into the conversation.

His neighbour’s blatant disregard for the seriousness of the situation was annoying to say the least. It was also the last thing Michael needed to deal with right now. “Piss off, Calum!”, he snapped.

Duke yapped disapprovingly at Michael, his tiny eyes focused on the blonde man as his human’s smirk grew even further across his face.

“Oh, you can shut up as well!” Michael snapped at the tiny pooch. “Now you’re yelling at a dog.” Ashton rolled his eyes. “Maybe it’s a good thing you blew me off, looks like I had a lucky escape from dating an arsehole!” Michael really couldn’t envisage the situation getting any worse. At this rate he was going to be searching for another roommate instead of enjoying a pleasant lunch with this one, like he’d hoped.

“I didn’t give you a fake number!” Michael protested. “I swear, I’m not like that, and I really liked you! I broke my phone, the same weekend we...met.” He felt his cheeks begin to colour, trying his hardest to ignore Calum’s snort as he focused on Ashton’s disbelieving face.

“It took me two weeks to sort out a new one, I had a little pay as you go in between, I had a different number, and I-you did call, then?” Michael paused his blurted explanations to blurt out a question, instead. He had been wondering every time it was late and he was alone for 6 months whether or not he’d missed a call from the best one night stand of his life.

“Of course I did!” Ashton threw his hands up in exasperation, startling Duke and sending him scuttling back into the still-open doorway of the opposite flat. “I thought we had a connection, we said we wanted to see each other again; that doesn’t happen that often for me! Maybe it does for you…”

“Oh, it definitely doesn’t.” Calum smirked. “The only man who comes to see Michael regularly is the Domino’s delivery guy.”

Before Michael could blow up at him, Calum backed up properly into his flat, resting his hand on his front door. “It’s a shame, actually,” he continued, smiling encouragingly at his neighbour. “Michael is really a great guy. He always has time for me and Duke; whether it’s for beers, a listening ear, or belly rubs.”

He throws a wink to Ashton as he shuts his front door with a click. “I’ll leave you to figure out which one is for me. Welcome to the building!”

Michael knows he needs to gain control of the slightly-stunned silence left in Calum’s wake, fast. He needs to say something apologetic, or charming, or cool. “Do you like fish fingers?” Or that.

Ashton blinked a few times in quick succession, and Michael wanted to throw himself down the stairs.

“Do I like fish fingers?” Ashton repeated, pushing his long black hair back with both hands.

Michael flushed again, at least thankful for the fact that he no longer had an audience for the most embarrassing encounter of his life. “It’s just, I thought we could have lunch, and talk, and I’m not really much of a cook, but I have fish fingers, right, and everyone likes fish finger sandwiches...don’t they…” He trailed off, hoping Luke perhaps had another co-worker who needed immediate accommodation.

Ashton fixed him with the most intense stare he’d ever received in a conversation about freezer food, and Michael tried to match his unrelenting gaze in a way that would make him look less like he wanted to cry. Ashton’s eyes really were beautiful, seeming almost magnified by his glasses. He looked thoughtful and sad now, rather than judgmental and angry, and Michael would take that.

“I do.” Ashton decided on, after what felt like an eternity. He stooped down to pick up his box again, muscles tensing, and Michael’s mind began to wander.

He remembered Ashton’s arms looking just like that as he lifted him up for the last few feet of the journey to the redhead-at-the-time’s bed. Michael could almost feel his fingers digging into the bare skin of his thighs all over again. The memories of slow, wet, considered neck kisses being broken with teeth, and the delicious burn that started low and spread like wildfire as Ashton stretched him out like he was born to do it.

“Michael? After you?” Michael snapped out of his daze, dragging his eyes away from Ashton’s lips where they had landed at some point in his reminiscing. He stepped back so Ashton could enter the flat and set the box down by the sofa. “Yeah, great, come in, make yourself at home, I’ll get the rest of your boxes!” As soon as he was outside in the corridor, Michael let out a breath he hadn’t realised he was holding. ‘Okay, Clifford - you need to snap out of it. Relax and smooth things over so you two can live together.’ He told himself, as sternly as he could manage. ‘We need a roommate more than we need to get laid.’

‘That’s debatable.’ Another voice - which sounded more like Calum than himself - chimed in before Michael shook it off and picked up the stack of cardboard boxes cluttering up the corridor.

‘Okay, you can do this. Damage control. Just be normal. Go in and face this head on. You can do this.’ Michael murmured, running his tongue over his bitten lips as he took his first steps back to where Ashton was waiting.

He hip-checked the front door closed as he re-entered the flat, placing the boxes next to one Ashton had carried in, before straightening up to see Ashton sat on the sofa, looking both nervous and delicious.

“I…” Michael faltered under Ashton’s almost shy gaze, then caught sight of a slice of Ashton’s firm, hairy stomach from where his t-shirt was riding up slightly.

“I just need to go to the bathroom. Then we can...talk, and eat. Okay?” Michael forced what he hoped was a casual, winning smile, and then scuttled across to the bathroom the moment Ashton made a noise of agreement and nodded his head.

Michael clicked the lock shut and put the toilet lid down as he pulled his phone from the pocket of his sweatpants. He began tapping away with urgency as he took a seat on the toilet, pulling up his message thread with his best friend.

SOS!!!! 🚨

Luke!!!!

Where are you

LUKE FUCK HELP ME YOU DICK

With each message he sent, Michael could feel his panic beginning to swell back up in his chest. Finally, three dots began moving across the message to indicate Luke was writing. Help was on the way.

🥺🥺🥺 What’s up

Michael felt what he knew was an unjustified rage at Luke and his fucking emojis as he furiously typed a reply.

Oh nothing, I just had sex with my new roomate!!!

Michael jumped when his phone immediately started vibrating relentlessly, sliding his finger across the screen and holding it gingerly to his ear.

“Hello?” He whispered into the receiver.

“WHAT!!! What do you mean you’ve slept with him?! Ashton was due there at 12, and it’s now...12 minutes past 12! That’s INSANE, even for you! I cannot believe-”

“Luke!” Michael hissed through clenched teeth, turning on the cold tap on the sink before he spoke again. “Not today, idiot! Remember, months ago, when I broke my phone? That weekend, I hooked up with that guy I met at The Alchemist? Red hair, big arms, amazing mouth-”

“Yes, I remember! What’s that got to do with it?” Luke cut in.

“It was Ashton. I only knew him as Ash, remember? And obviously I never saw him again because I had no way to contact him after I broke my phone. But it’s him, Luke - he’s in my living room! In OUR living room! What am I gonna do?! I am freaking out!”

“Oh my God! You’ve really outdone yourself this time, Mike! You’ve had your new roommates dick in your mouth before he even moved in! Classic you.”

Michael could practically hear Luke’s eyeroll. “This is not classic me! Dick! Help me, Luke!”

“What do you want me to do, I can’t unfuck him for you!” Luke shot back. Michael let out an involuntary whimper and slumped further down on the toilet. He was so screwed.

***

Michael emerged from the bathroom, Luke’s advice ringing in his ears as he approached Ashton on the sofa. ‘He’s a really nice guy, Mike; just talk to him. Explain what happened after you hooked up, and say you hope you can put it behind you and be friends. I think he’ll be cool, honestly. Just try not to trip and land on his dick and you should be golden.’

He took one last deep breath as he sat down on the black leather beside his one-time lover.

“So, Ashton...I...listen, I’m sorry that I broke my phone and made you think I’d ghosted you. I’m just an idiot that dropped his phone outside Sainsbury’s. And I’m really sorry I didn’t recognise you straight away, I was just expecting someone I hadn’t, and your hair, and glasses, and-” Michael could feel himself starting to babble but he couldn’t stop himself; he was so desperate for Ashton to like him. He was trying not to think about why it was this important to him.

Ashton held his hand up to stop him with a small smile. “Michael, it’s okay.”

Michael stopped short in his unravelling with a look of surprise. “It is?”

Ashton’s smile grew wider. “Yeah. I was just a bit blindsided, and I was hurt at the time back then, you know? But you explained, you apologised, and you seem like a nice guy. Luke sure can’t talk you up enough, and I trust him. I have no reason not to believe this is gonna be all good.”

Michael blinked, unsure if this was too good to be true. “Yeah? So...we’re good? You’re gonna...stay?”

Ashton relaxed back into his seat, toeing his shoes off and under the coffee table. “If that’s okay with you, yeah. We’re both grown ups; we can keep it platonic and put the past behind us, right? Friends?”

Michael nodded, trying to hide the gulp in his throat. “Yeah, of course. Right. Great. Friends.” He could definitely do this.

***

He could definitely not do this.

It’d been a long one month, two weeks and three days of trying to convince himself that he didn’t want to be anything more than Ashton’s friend and roommate.

Some days, Michael thought it was possible to put those lingering feelings away and focus on their blossoming platonic relationship. After all, Ashton was everything most people could ever want in a flatmate. He was tidy, considerate, fairly quiet and respectful of personal boundaries. The slightly older man was also great company. Michael has had many pleasant conversations with him over breakfast and in the evenings before they went to bed.

As lovely as all of that was, Michael had started questioning if it was worth the growing ache in chest for more. Each new thing he learnt about Ashton made him more sure that he was probably the closest thing to the perfect man that Michael would ever know. It was a cruel twist of fate that had meant his one opportunity to have Ashton for himself had slipped through his fingers, quite literally. He cursed himself on a daily basis for that one clumsy moment when he’d fumbled pulling his old phone from his too-tight jeans outside the supermarket and had been forced to watch his only chance with Ashton sink into a muddy puddle.

Whatever higher powers existed had been even less kind to have that strong, gorgeous, well-hung man turn up on Michael’s doorstep months later, as his only hope of being able to keep the flat he’d grown to love.

Every day since then, seemed to have presented a new challenge or torture. First it was the tight t-shirts and vests Ashton wore more often than not. They accentuated every muscle of the raven-haired man’s torso and displayed his strong biceps in all their glory.

Then came the sleepy morning routine they’d subconsciously fallen into. Ashton would emerge from his room in nothing but his loose grey sweats and crooked glasses, his hair ruffled and his eyes heavily lidded, before joining Michael for a hasty breakfast which usually consisted of cereal or toast and mug of strong coffee. It was during these sluggish mornings when they’d started to bond over their mutual love of crime dramas and fantasy movies, among other things. That had naturally led to evening-long Criminal Minds marathons whole weekends debating whether the Lord of the Rings movies or the Harry Potter movies were the better adaptations of their original books. Those playful arguments had spilled over into text messages now, so Michael couldn’t even escape his torturous living situation when he went to work.

Despite all of that hardship, the most latest and arguably the toughest challenge Michael found himself facing, was Ashton’s morning yoga. At first, the older man had kept that part of his morning routine confined to his bedroom. For some reason or another, over the last week or so, Ashton had decided that the living area was a more suitable location for this activity.

If Michael thought that sleepy, shirtless morning Ashton was hot, then sleepy, shirtless morning Ashton doing the ‘downward dog’ was positively off the fucking scale. The way his large hands pressed into the yoga mat and the way his strong arms and legs tensed as he straightened his back and pushed his arse up into the air lingered in Michael’s mind all day. These images often flickered through his mind at night too, when he was alone in his bed with nothing but his hand for company.

Deciding that a little get together with some friends would help dispel some of the tension, Michael floats the idea of asking Calum and Luke over for a ‘lads night’. Ashton had agreed easily, being a generally social person, he’d seemed enthusiastic about the possibility of hosting a mini party.

A group message is created and it doesn’t take long to settle on the following Friday night for beer, snacks and a FIFA tournament.

Ashton seemed to have been looking forward to it, often mentioning how excited he was to get to know Calum better and asking Michael to help him decide between certain snacks to purchase for the occasion.

All in all, Michael was proud of himself for the idea, focusing on hosting a couple of friends had certainly given both him and Ashton something new to focus on.

It was only when Friday arrived that Michael started to doubt his plan. Watching Ashton arrange plates of snacks on the kitchen counter, with the cutest concentration face he’d ever seen, started to make Michael wish they were spending the evening alone instead. He quickly pushes the thought of his head, berating himself for thinking something so stupid. It’s not like anything could happen between them even if they were alone, they were roommates now, that’s where their relationship ends.

“So....” Ashton broke the silence enveloping the flat as he finished pouring a bag of cheesy Doritos into a bowl. “Did you finally solve the mystery of who was stealing people’s shit from your fridge at work?”

Michael was caught off guard by the question. He’d been watching Ashton so intently that he momentarily forgot about everything else. It took him a moment to remember that he’d been keeping Ashton up to date with the ongoing lunch burglar drama at the DIY store he worked at. “Oh, umm no, not yet! But Brenda finally told Linda to stick her fake friendship where the sun doesn’t shine.”

A genuinely delighted smile burst into Ashton’s face as he headed into the living room area. “Good for her! Linda sounds like a bitch…”

It really meant a lot to Michael that Ashton took such an interest in his work life. The fact that he cared so much about people he didn’t know, but was aware they meant a lot to Michael, was also heartwarming.

Before Michael could go into more detail about the break time drama, a knock at the front door interrupted him. “Oh yay! Our first guest!” Ashton beamed, jogging off towards the front door to greet Calum.

***

As soon as the beer and wine had started flowing, Michael’s ever-present pining for Ashton dulled to an almost non existent haze at the edges of his mind. Sure, his knees felt weak every time Ashton flashes him that dopey smile of his and he might have blushed whenever their knees touched as they competed against each other in a thrilling game of virtual soccer.

That was all better than his usual all-consuming lust, so Michael was somewhat proud of himself. He even managed to surprise the urge to let Ashton win their game, and was almost smug when his player sent the football flying past Ashton’s keeper to secure a 2-1 win.

“Motherfucker!” Ashton grumbled, throwing his control pad into the sofa as he fixed Michael with look that was almost definitely the hottest gaze he’d ever been caught under. “I’m gonna get you for that, Clifford.” It sounded like a promise that held more weight than the simple challenge to a rematch it was probably meant to be.

Michael had to fight back a whimper, staring into Ashton’s beautiful hazel eyes this closely was too much. The intensity of it all rendered him momentarily speechless and he was all-too glad when Ashton got to his feet and headed for the kitchen.

“I need to drown my sorrows.” The black-haired man laughed, breaking the tension that had descended on them before heading off to the kitchen. Ignoring the knowing looks from his two friends, Michael picked up Ashton’s discarded controller and tossed it to Luke. “Your turn to face me, Hemmings. Let’s see if I can beat my all time record of beating you 6-1”

“Fuck off! You have never beat me that badly.” Luke huffed, picking up the control pad that had just landed in his lap. “I’m gonna enjoy kicking your ass in front of your new boy-“

“Shit, we’re out of beers already!” Ashton’s interruption came at exactly the right moment in Michael’s opinion. He really hadn’t wanted Luke to finish that sentence and now he wouldn’t get the chance.

“I’ll go to the shop for some more, does anyone have specific requests?” The eldest friend asked as he traipsed back into the living room area.

“Oh you don’t have to go!” Michael shrugged, “you should stay here, we’ll send Luke instead, he sucks at this game anyway.”

Luke scoffed, waving his hand defensively. “You’re not getting out of playing me that easily!”

Ashton laughed, his eyes sparkling as he checked that his wallet was still in his jeans pocket. “It’s fine. I’m already out of the competition and I wouldn’t want to give anyone else an unfair advantage.”

Maybe it was just the effects of the beers he’d already drank, but Michael could have sworn that Ashton’s gaze lingered on him a little longer than it probably should have. “You’re too nice.” The blonde beamed fondly, “I’ll transfer you my half of the money in the morning, unless you wanna take a tenner from my room?”

“Oh is that an open invitation?” Calum asked, a lazy smile curling the corners of his lips. “You owe me at least that from when we bet on whether or not Luke could drink that tzatziki sauce last time.”

“Fuck off, Calum! I don’t owe you a penny, I won that bet, Luke’s a fucking wuss…”

“Hey! I am not!” Luke interrupted incredulously.

“Okay, I need to hear that whole story when I get back!” Ashton giggled. “I’ll just grab a case of whatever beer is the cheapest though, yeah.”

There was a general murder of agreement before Ashton headed out of the front door. Michael fond him watching until Ashton had disappeared into the hallway, swinging the front door closed behind him. “He’s so nice…” The blonde sighed dreamily, still gazing at the closed front door. “Don’t you think he’s just the best?”

Calum and Luke exchanged a ‘is he for real’ glance before silently agreeing that this was the perfect opportunity to tease Michael about his blatant love for Ashton.

“Yeah, he’s pretty special.” Calum agreed, smirking slyly. “You really can’t sing his praises highly enough, can you?”

Shaking his head, Michael finally returned his attention to the TV. “You really can’t, he’s just so kind and sweet.”

Calum nodded in agreement. “Not bad to look at either!”

“Right?!” Michael giggled, oblivious to the fact that his tipsiness was making his lips too loose.

“Hey Mike.” Luke cut in, reaching over to nudge his friend’s shoulder. “How’s being in love with your flatmate working out for you?” His conversational tone was entirely at odds with mischief in his eyes. It confused Michael but the youngest friend’s words were altogether too bold, a blatant overstep if ever there was one.

Despite his inner rage at being called out like this, Michael fumbled, unable to cobble together an appropriate response. “Ugh, I don’t even… You’re so far-“

“There’s no point denying it anymore.” Calum chuckled, “I can feel the sexual tension between you two from across the hall!”

“God, I bet it’s like watching a car crash, isn’t it?” Luke asked, picking up the bowl of M&M’s on the coffee table. “It’s horrific but you can’t tear your eyes away? Am I right?”

Calum nodded. “It’s like watching a bad fucking soap opera.”

Michael felt offended and embarrassed but still no words seemed to form coherently in his mouth.

“At least it’s a bit less tragic now we can be sure it’s not entirely one sided!” Luke stage whispered with a calculating look on his face as he met Calum’s gaze.

“Yeah, it’s mildly less irritating!” Calum laughed.

“Wait, what do you mean?” Michael sputtered. “Ash and I agreed that our one night stand is ancient history, we’re not-“

“Oh puh-lease!” Calum scoffed. “If you two haven’t fucked again by the end of this month I’ll eat my bucket hat.”

***

Ashton had returned with a case of twenty four bottles of beer and as a result, lad’s night had ended up running into the early hours of Saturday morning.

Having drank his way through more than his fair share of that case, Michael didn’t end up rising from his pit until noon had long since been and gone.

“Ah you are still alive!” Ashton chuckled, tearing his attention away from the TV to look at his flatmate.

This was definitely not fucking fair. Michael didn’t need to look in a mirror to know that he looked exactly as he felt - rough as all hell. Ashton on the other hand, still looked as dreamy as ever. His black curls, although slightly ruffled and fluffy, were still on the stylish side of messy and he’d somehow found the motivation to get dressed, too, something Michael wasn’t even contemplating.

“I’m glad you’re up now, though, I wondered if you had anything planned for dinner?” Ashton asked, peering at Michael from behind his horn-rimmed glasses.

The thought of food made Michael’s stomach lurch unpleasantly and he had to fight to hold back a wretch.

Ashton gives a sympathetic giggle before pausing his show and rising to his feet. “I’ll take that as a no. Don’t worry, buddy. I have a plan but first…” he jogged over to the kitchen and flicked on the kettle. “Why don't you go and take a shower while I make you a tea? You’ll feel better after that and then we will talk dinner!”

As Michael plods over to the bathroom, he shoots one last look over at Ashton, busily preparing mugs on the countertop and tries his absolute hardest to remember a time that he wasn’t in love with his flatmate.

***

As always, Ashton was proven to be 100% correct.

Michael felt a million times better once he was showered and snuggled on the sofa with a mug of steaming tea.

“You look a little more alive now.” Ashton smirked, sparing Michael a sideways glance before returning his attention to ‘Law and Order’. “Do you think you can handle talking about dinner yet?”

The ache in Michael’s stomach felt a lot more like hunger than it had done when he first woke up and the thought of food didn’t make him feel like throwing up anymore so he nodded. “What’re your plans, chef?”

Ashton’s cheeks turned a rosy pink as he shrugged. “I couldn’t bear to see you try to cobble together another freezer meal so I thought you might like me to teach you a simple pasta dish?” He suggested, his tone a little shy like he was worried what Michael’s reaction would be. “I’ll do most of the work, but I thought if you helped out, you’ll learn how to make something other than Super Noodles.”

Michael couldn’t even be mad at the subtle dig at his cooking skills. He was terrible in the kitchen and it was just a little embarrassing that Ashton had noticed just how dyer his cooking skills were. “When you say simple, do you mean like a recipe and technique you can write on the back of a postage stamp because that’s about the level of my skill.”

Rolling his eyes, Ashton casually threw his arm around Michael’s shoulders. “Don't be so hard in yourself, buddy! I once taught Luke how to make scrambled eggs on the stove so he didn’t have to be a savage and use the microwave anymore, so there’s definitely hole for you, I promise.”

Michael tried to focus on the hat Ashton was saying but all that his slow, hungover brain could process was that he was pressed against his stupidly gorgeous flat mate’s side. The heady smell of Ashton’s minty body wash and the soft scent of his fabric conditioner felt intoxicating and Michael could do nothing besides allow his head to drop into Ashton’s shoulder.

To the blonde’s surprise, Ashton shuffle away or call him out on it. He simply rests his own head on Michael’s and laughs. “We’ll make a chef of you yet, Clifford.” He promised.

***

They spent a good three hours, watching reruns of C.S.I and making plans to start a Marvel movie marathon after dinner. They sat close to each other the whole time and Michael noticed Ashton watching him from the corner of his eye on at least three separate occasions.

By the time Ashton suggested they start making dinner, Michael had gone over his conversation with Calum and Luke the previous night, about sixty times. His two best friends had convinced him that Ashton wanted Michael just as much as Michael wanted Ashton.

“The way he looks at you, dude.” Calum laughed. “He’s practically imagining you naked at any given moment. It’s getting uncomfortable.”

“Don’t be stupid!” Michael reprimanded. “He doesn’t think of me like that anymore. We had a one night thing months ago. That’s it. Nothing else will ever happen between us again, we’re just flatmates.”

Calum and Luke exchanged a sceptical glance before bursting into laughter.

“Yeah right!” Luke huffed sarcastically. “Do you know how many times I hear your name come out of his mouth at work these days?”

Michael’s cheeks reddened. He had no idea that Ashton talked about him at work. It felt kind of surreal to imagine his roommate relaying snippets of their home life to Luke.

“Let me guess!” Calum interrupted. “About a thousand…”

Nodding, Luke drained the last of his beer. “Yeah and that’s just before lunch!”

“Honestly, if they don’t bang soon I’m gonna knock their heads together.” Calum sighed. “Did you know Michael comes over to my place most mornings so he doesn’t have to watch Ashton do topless yoga?” He asked Luke disbelievingly. “I want my lie-in’s back!”

At the time, Michael hadn’t believed his friends. He didn’t think that there was even a remote possibility that Ashton still carried a torch for him. But in the clear light of day, Michael couldn’t deny that all the signs were there… perhaps there could be more between them after all.

He followed Ashton into the kitchen, rolling up the sleeves of his grey oversized sweater, trying to clear his mind enough to be able to process learning a new skill.

“Okay, this is like the simplest recipe I know but it’s delicious and tastes so much better than the freezer junk you usually make for yourself.” Ashton rambles as he grabs a saucepan and a frying pan from the shelf near the cooker.

“Hey, freezer junk has been my lifeline on many occasions, I’d probably be dead without it.” Michael scoffed, only half joking.

Ashton rolled his eyes fondly, handing Michael the saucepan. “Fill this with water for me and then put it on the back hob, while it’s boiling I’ll teach you how to make the sauce.”

As Michael carried out his instructions, he couldn’t help but admire the concentration on Ashton’s face when he began rifling through the fridge and cupboard, pulling out various ingredients.

Once the pan of water was safely on the job Ashton had indicated, Michael returned his full attention to the slightly older man.

“Right, the first thing we do for the sauce is put 2-3 tablespoons of olive oil into this cold pan.” Ashton explained, pushing his glasses up his nose a little, reminding Michael of a hot English teacher or something… fuck, it was already difficult enough for Michael to concentrate without random fantasies about Ashton fucking him over a desk running through his mind. “Usually I’d never add oil to a cold pan, but for this particular recipe, it works because if the pan was already hot, the first ingredients would burn before the rest was in there.”

There was something about the way Ashton talked with such passion and confidence that made Michael wish he was confident enough to just drag him to the bedroom, his need for more from Ashton becoming unbearable. He forced himself to nod, pretending like he understood when really, Ashton could be telling him absolutely anything right now, and Michael would not know the difference because all he can think about is the way Ashton had groaned at the feeling of Michael’s nails running down his back and how he’d growled Michael’s name as he neared his climax.

“Can you pass me the basil?” Ashton asked, pulling Michael out of his memory.

The blonde surveyed the ingredients on the countertop. Luckily he recognised most of them, so he picked up the basil by process of elimination and handed it to Ashton like a dutiful sous chef.

Ashton looked mildly impressed as he took the bag of basil and took out handful. “We want about ten or so decent sized leaves and we tear them in half before adding them to the oil, okay?” He waited for Michael’s nod of understanding before tearing the leaves in his hand and dropping them into the pan.

“Then we need to chop 6-8 cloves of garlic directly into the pan.” Michael looked back at the little stack of ingredients and frowned, noticing an instant problem. “We only have one clove of garlic…” he pointed out, biting his bottom lip worriedly.

Ashton burst out laughing as he picked the garlic up from the counter. “This is a whole bulb, babe…” he explained, apparently not even noticing his use of the supposedly accidental pet name.

It was difficult for Michael to feel too offended by Ashton’s laughter when he’d just called him babe, though, so he let it go, focusing on the term of endearment, no matter how accidental it might have been, rather than the humour at his dumb mistake.

“It’s the smaller, wedge shaped pieces that are cloves, please don’t mix that up if you make this without my help.” Ashton chuckled, breaking six cloves from the bulb and picking up a tiny knife he’d laid out next to the oven.

“Don’t laugh at me!” Michael pouted. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I have no idea what I’m doing. I almost never do.”

Ashton gave him a fond smile. “You’re not alone in that, I promise…”

It was hard not to feel comforted by Ashton’s lopsided smile, so most of his embarrassment slipped away fairly quickly.

“I just chop off the little hard parts at the bottom of each clove and peel the skin off before chopping it directly into the pan. Don’t chop it on a board or you’ll lose some of the flavour.” Ashton explained carefully.

Michael watched with interest as Ashton demonstrated his technique with the first two cloves. He handed the third to Michael along with the knife and gestures for him to add it to the pan.

It took him probably three times longer to chop that one clove into the pan, than it took Ashton to do the first two, but he was encouraging and patient. The older man praised Michael for completing the tiny task, seeming genuinely impressed.

Once all six cloves of garlic had been added to the pan, Ashton turned on the hob into a medium heat. “Okay, so we stir this together for about five minutes. Can you do that while I open the tin of tomatoes?”

Michael nodded, picking up the wooden spoon from the counter and storing the simmering ingredients together. It already kinda smelt like his favourite Italian restaurant and his tummy grumbled impatiently.

“One thing I should specify is, you need to use tins of whole tomatoes, not chopped.” Ashton explained as he poured the first tin of tomatoes into the sizzling pan. “Can you pour in the second one?”

Michael did as he was told and watched as Ashton squished the whole tomatoes down and stored them into the red eat of the ingredients.

“Mmm it smells so good.” Michael sighed, breathing in the delicious smells.

Ashton looked proud of himself as he offered a smile. “Can you take over the stirring while I add the salt?”

Michael took the spoon from Ashton, ensuring that their fingers brushed.

There was a moment of eye contact and a silent shifting of tension between the two of them. If ever there was a time to bite the bullet and kiss Ashton, now would be it. His nerves failed him though and he dropped his gaze to the simmering pan.

Instead of moving around Michael to pick up the salt as he’d done for the tomatoes, Ashton simply reached past the blonde, pushing him against the counter momentarily before he pulled back to add the salt to the pan.

If Michael had been fully alert, he’d have recognised that for the flirtatious move it was meant to be, as it was, he put it down to a simple lack of judgement on Ashton’s part and continued to concentrate on stirring the sauce.

***

The tomato pasta tasted as good as it had smelt. It turned out to be exactly what Michael’s hungover body had needed.

He and Ashton had eaten it at their little table in the kitchen. Conversation had flowed freely as always, skirting around flirtatious at times but never quite enough for Michael to pluck up the courage to take things further.

“The only thing that would have made that better would have been a nice glass of white wine, but I thought you were still a bit too delicate for that.” Ashton giggled as he picked up the empty plates from the table and carried them over to the kitchen sink.

“Hey, you drank as much as I did!” Michael pouted, picking up the empty glasses and following Ashton to the sink. “How’re you not hungover.”

Ashton chuckled as he ran the water into the washing up bowl. “You’re just a lightweight, Mikey.”

It wasn’t the first time Michael had been called that so it didn’t take him by surprise. He laughed it off as he grabbed a tea cloth ready to dry the dishes that Ashton washed. “One day you’ll stop teasing me, Irwin.”

Ashton shook his head. “Don’t count on it, babe… you’re too easy to make fun of, that’s not my fault.”

There it was again, that little slip, a fond nickname that roommates probably shouldn’t have for one another.

Quickly pulling himself together, Michael nudged his flatmate in the arm, just hard enough to pull a surprised “oof” from him.

“Careful now.” Ashton warned jokingly. “You don’t want to start a scuffle you can’t finish, Clifford.”

Michael threw caution to the wind and nudged Ashton again, deliberately keeping his gaze on the plate he was drying.

“That’s it!” Ashton huffed, scooping up a handful of bubbles and swiping them across Michael’s face.

The blonde spluttered and shook his damp fringe out of his face before fixing Ashton with a glare. A few acts of retaliation flashed through his mind. He could have whipped Ashton with the tea cloth or splashed him with dishwater but none of that happened.

There was something about the way Ashton’s eyes were sparkling, almost like he was daring Michael to do the thing he’d been too scared to do this whole time. He refused to let another opportunity pass like before when they were making the pasta sauce. Michael tried not to overthink as he stepped forward and cupped Ashton’s face with one hand before leaning in and kissing him.

The raven-haired man’s lips felt every bit as soft as they had done on that night seven months ago. Ashton didn’t kiss back with the same hunger and desperation that he had done back then, though.

Michael stepped back, feeling his cheeks heat up in an embarrassed blush. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that, Ash…”

Ashton bit his bottom lip between his teeth as he stared at Michael intently. “No…” He said, finally breaking his silence. “You just shouldn’t have waited so long.”

The older man’s words had barely penetrated Michael’s brain before he was being pressed against the counter behind him. Ashton’s lips were on his again but this time they were working just like they had been that night at Ashton’s old place.

The intense kiss pulled a whine from Michael and he automatically wrapped his arms around the older man’s neck.

It started as a fairly simple kiss but it quickly began to build momentum. It was the crack in the dam holding back all of their emotions for all this time.

“Ashton…” Michael gasped as they pulled apart for air. “I know we said we should just be friends but…”

“Fuck being just friends.” Ashton mumbled as he worked kisses down Michael's neck. “I can’t pretend anymore.”

Those words were all Michael needed to hear in order to relax into this. “I can’t tell you how bad I’ve wanted this.” He whispered.

Ashton slipped one of his thighs between Michael’s as he nipped at the blonde’s neck. “I think I have some idea.” He groaned. “I never stopped thinking of the way you moaned my name that night, Michael.” The older man confessed, pulling back just enough to look Michael in the eye. “Wanted it again since the moment I walked in here.”

The way Ashton was looking at him like he wanted to devour every inch of Michael, had the blonde melting. “Me too.” He crashed his lips against Ashton’s in another desperate kiss as he subconsciously rutted against the older man’s thigh. After the months Michael had spent feeling kind of lonely and touch-starved, the tiny amount of friction was enough to have him whimpering against Ashton’s lips.

“Uh, you sound and taste even better than I remember.” Ashton muttered, pressing his thigh harder against Michael’s crotch to pull another little gasp from him.

“Ashton! Fuck, please, I…” Michael’s head tipped back as he lost his fight to regain any sort of control over his own body. He was in Ashton’s control now, and Ashton knew it.

“Come on…” Ashton coaxed, stepping back from Michael as he took both of his hands in his to pull him away from the kitchen counter. Michael whined high in his throat as he easily followed where Ashton led.

Michael had hardly been into Ashton’s bedroom since he had helped him move some furniture the day he moved in; it had almost felt too intimate to go into Ashton’s personal space given the history between them. Seeing it now, cozy and dark with slithers of light coming through the window from the lamp posts outside, gave Michael a chill; it felt like Ashton was sharing a secret with him.

He followed Ashton’s lead dutifully all the way to the bed, accepting the deep kiss Ashton offered him as a reward, before the older man peeled his oversized sweater from his torso, breaking away to pull it over Michael’s head. Michael wanted more contact, but was disappointed when Ashton gently but decisively laid him down among the crisp sheets, instead.

Ashton pulled his own t-shirt over his head in one fluid motion and flicked the lamp on his bedside table on, bathing the bed in a warm glow that made Michael feel like he was in a dream.

Michael gazed in wonder at Ashton as he climbed into bed beside him, letting his eyes travel all over his arms and chest, taking in the extra tone and definition in his body since the last time he’d been able to stare at him like this; clearly, the yoga was doing more than just allowing Ashton to ‘find his centre’.

He didn’t think he was anything special to look at, but he could see Ashton mirroring his own actions, eyes full of lust searching all over the parts of Michael’s body he could see, and even his gaze lingering on a part he couldn’t.

“Ash,” Michael breathed out, surprising himself with how far gone he sounded already. “Take ‘em off, I wanna…” He trailed off as Ashton’s eyes snapped up to meet his own, holding eye contact for only a moment before he nodded almost imperceptibly, shuffling down the bed and taking hold of the waistband of Michael’s sweatpants. He returned his gaze to the pale man before him, biting his own lip as he allowed his fingertips to graze the skin of Michael’s hips. “These too?” Ashton questioned in a low voice as he brushed the fabric of Michael’s underwear.

“Oh God, yeah”, Michael answered, squirming slightly from the infuriatingly gentle feel of Ashton’s touch. Ashton didn’t need to be told twice. Michael shivered with the feeling of being suddenly completely exposed as his sweatpants and underwear hit the carpet. Michael looked up at Ashton through his lashes, braced up on his knees in his black, ripped jeans. “You’d better be planning on losing those in the next second, Irwin.”

Ashton smirked as he undid his jeans. “And I mean your underwear, too!” Michael amended hastily, hungry to see if his memory of Ashton’s body was accurate.

The dark-haired man’s smirk grew wider at Michael’s clarification, pulling his zip down and allowing his jeans to fall open, exposing only bare skin beneath. “Underwear?”

Michael’s jaw dropped a little, prompting a deliciously filthy laugh from his roommate. “For the record, roomie - I don’t wear underwear.” Ashton winked as he yanked his jeans down as far as he could in his current position, before wriggling around to pull them off completely. Michael was pleased to see that, if anything, his memory had been selling Ashton short. Blame it on the alcohol.

Michael didn’t know how to decide on what to do first; on one hand, he wanted to kiss Ashton non-stop for the rest of eternity, but on the other hand, if he didn’t get filled up in the next 10 minutes, he was definitely going to throw a tantrum. Luckily, he realised, it probably wasn’t up to him. All of his experience with Ashton so far told him that the older man would definitely be taking the lead, and this was definitely not a problem for Michael. Indeed, it had worked out very well for him last time, when his staff night out started at the bar and ended with Ashton eating him out like his life depended on it.

“What are you thinking?” Ashton’s sultry voice broke through his thoughts, apparently wanting a coherent answer despite the fact that he had just begun to run his fingers up and down Michael’s sensitive, pale inner thighs. Michael let out a shuddery breath as he tried to use his words to tell Ashton he wanted anything and everything possible between them, right there and then. Perhaps the way his cock twitched when Ashton let one his nails run over a faded stretch mark right at the base of one of his thighs would speak for itself.

“Maybe we should get right to, huh, gorgeous?” Ashton teased, withdrawing his touches to lean towards his bedside table. He pulled open the top drawer, fumbling only for a moment until he found what he was looking for. The lube and condom were dropped carelessly onto the mattress as he shut the drawer again, returning his attention to the man almost-beneath him immediately. “We’ve got plenty of time for all the other goods stuff; right now, I need to fuck you, and I know you need me to fuck you...don’t you?”

Michael wondered at what point in his life he had begun to communicate exclusively in whines, but Ashton seemed to be into it, so it didn’t matter. Michael watched impatiently as Ashton popped the top on the half-empty bottle of lube, wasting no time in squirting a generous amount onto two fingers on his right hand and pulling Michael’s leg fully around his hip with his left.

Michael’s heart jumped as much as his cock when Ashton breathed gently on the lube coating his fingers in an attempt to warm it slightly before he brought them straight down to Michael’s bare hole, rubbing over it in a firm circle.

Michael was glad he didn’t have the problem of not wanting his roommate to hear him getting fucked, anymore, as he let out his loudest, neediest whine yet. Ashton proved he had meant what he said about not taking their time with their second tryst, sinking his index finger inside Michael in one fluid motion. Before Michael had got to 10, Ashton was opening him up at a steady, delicious pace and was driving Michael crazy in record time.

Michael wouldn’t claim to be a pornstar or anything, but he didn’t normally have a problem with stamina. If Ashton kept it up like this, though, Michael was in danger of coming before Ashton’s thick cock got any closer to him, and that was unacceptable.

“Ash, please, I can’t...I want, ne-your cock, please!” Michael cried out as Ashton probed his spot one last time before immediately acquiescing to Michael’s begging. Michael wriggled at the loss of Ashton’s fingers, but took comfort in the fact that Ashton was already tearing the condom packet open.

Michael watched in awe-tinged anticipation as Ashton gave himself a couple of loose tugs once he had the condom on, before closing in on his lover once more, making sure Michael was laid comfortably on the pillows as he positioned himself over him. Michael clung to Ashton’s shoulders as he lined himself up, just resting the tip on Michael’s slick hole for a moment.

Ashton’s hazel eyes bore down into Michael’s green ones with a soft fire as he raised one hand to brush Michael’s fringe out of his flushed face. Michael let out a breath he hadn’t realised he was holding as Ashton pushed in - slowly, but all the way.. He felt like he was sinking and floating simultaneously, and wrapped his arms around Ashton’s neck to anchor himself here, with him, in this moment.

Ashton pressed his face deep into Michael’s neck, kissing and sucking his way up towards Michael’s ear. “You good?” He murmured, shifting his hips a miniscule amount. “Yeah,” Michael breathed, “S’good, please…”.

With a final nip to Michael’s neck, Ashton pulled back slightly and began to move his hips properly, his cock sliding halfway out each time as he began to build a steady rhythm for them. Michael felt that perhaps in their sexual relationship so far, he was earning himself the reputation of a bit of a Pillow Princess, and so he began to move his own hips to meet Ashton’s building thrusts. Ashton groaned, long and loud, at the heightened sensations Michael’s movements brought, and they began to work together towards their goal.

Suddenly, Ashton’s mouth was crowding his, his tongue sliding into his mouth in a glorious kiss that Michael never wanted to end. He couldn’t tell if it had been 10 minutes or 10 hours when he felt that familiar feeling begin to bubble in the lower stomach. Ashton had begun to up the pace of his thrusts, his hips occasionally stuttering as groans rumbled low in his throat, so Michael knew they were on the same page.

“Ash,” He murmured in the millisecond between kisses. “Touch me, please, I’m getting so-” Michael broke off into a moan as Ashton was already wrapping a firm hand around his neglected cock, stroking it with determination and flicking his thumb over Michael’s dripping head. “You close, baby?” He murmured, eyes drifting over Michael’s face and the arousal present there. Michael was starting to writhe slightly and his head was flopping to the side on the pillow, but Ashton wanted his attention. With his free hand, he took Michael’s chin and turned his head to meet Ashton’s stare. The moment Michael was forced to meet his strong, heated gaze, his hazel eyes boring down on him with such intensity, Michael felt the kick of heat and it was all over. He cried out Ashton’s name and let out a series of curses and moans as he came, hard and hot over Ashton’s hand and their sweaty stomachs in equal measure.

Michael hadn’t finished himself before he felt Ashton taken by surprise, as well; his hips shooting forward to fill him to the hilt for the last time as he spilt into the condom, releasing Michael’s chin to brace himself through his orgasm on the pillows. “Michael, fuck!”

Michael regained enough control to watch Ashton’s face through hooded eyes as he came, moaning and unrestrained as he finished. He thought he looked heavenly.

As they both fought to catch their breath, Ashton pulled out gingerly, releasing Michael from his grip as he moved away to remove and dispose of the condom. Michael wriggled in place, trying to get comfortable to recover from what he hoped would be the first of many. Ashton came back from the bin in the corner and flopped back down, alongside Michael now, lifting his arm to allow Michael to snuggle in under it when he wrapped it around him. “So…” He said, sounding casual as you like. “About the whole platonic, friendly, roommate thing…”

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Summary: When Lloyd falls sick, leaving the August Sky Repertory without a narrator, David Adams, a college student taking theatre on the side, gets thrust into the limelight.

Written for Day 1 of Shaperaverse Prompt Week!

David arrives late for rehearsal. It’s not his fault really, what with the rain slowing traffic to a crawl, and how he lives further from the August Sky Repertory Theatre than the rest of the group, and of course the bus is always late…

... is how he’s rationalising sleeping way, way in when Lloyd inevitably rakes him over the metaphorical coals for his tardiness. The company’s irritable stage manager detested when things didn’t go exactly according to plan, with lateness being a particularly egregious sin in his books. David thanks the stars that today’s rehearsal is only student-run, so he won’t have to deal with all that, on top of their director, William’s, trademark ‘I’m-not-mad-I’m-disappointed’ side glance that sometimes cut deeper than the worst of Lloyd’s tirades.

So when David barrels through the main entrance, sneakers squeaking on the polished marble floors, runs up the stairs to the auditorium on the building’s second floor, he’s fully prepared a barrage of apologetic excuses and half-truths. And when he pushes past the double doors, an ‘I’m so, so sorry' is on the tip of his tongue, ready to spill from his mouth.

And then he realises that Lloyd is, quite inexplicably, absent from their rehearsal.

His footsteps slow, and he proceeds at a steady trot downward, past rows of velvet-covered seats, to where Jill and Michael are, eating pizza with their legs dangling over the lip of the stage, spilling crumbs into the orchestra pit (something Lloyd and William would grow white hairs over, if they were actually there to begin with).

“Yo, Davey!” Michael waves. He scoots over two paper cups of soda, and pats the now-empty spot next to him. Taking his cue, David boosts himself up on the stage, plucking a slice of pizza from Jill’s hands.

“Hey. Sorry ‘m late.” He shoves half the pizza into his mouth, ignoring Jill’s protests.

“Damn, David, this your first meal of the day?” Michael balks, wordlessly passing a new pizza slice over to Jill, who accepts it with a huff.

“Yeah, actually.” David finishes off the crust, wipes greasy fingers off on his jeans. “Stayed up too late last night rushing a submission, so I overslept. No time for breakfast. I thought Lloyd would be ready and waiting to chew me out though. Where is he?”

As if on cue, Asha emerges from left wing, pacing the stage and chattering anxiously on her phone. “And you’re sure you’re getting enough water? Did you take a panadol? I could get some soup delivered to you.” Noticing David for the first time, she mouths a silent, Lloyd’s sick.

“You’re joking.”

Three pairs of eyes turn to David.

“What?” He puts his hands up in mock surrender. “He’s never sick. Don’t you guys ever notice he’s at rehearsal, like, always? He’s never late, never forgets to bring his script, and he never falls sick. it’s like he’s some sort of automaton. A weird theatre-obsessed automaton who runs on.. uhh..”

“Salt,” Jill offers, “and spite.”

“Yeah, that.” David holds out his hand to Asha, currently glaring daggers at him and Jill. “Can I talk to him? Just, you know, to be sure? And to wish him well and all.”

Sighing, Asha says a final “Take care, okay?” to the person on the other side of the phone, and passes it over to David’s outstretched hand.

“Lloyd?”

The voice coming through the Huawei’s tinny speaker is barely recognisable, raspy and low. “David. You’re late for rehearsal. You know-“ a series of hacking coughs interrupts whatever Lloyd (because it was, most unmistakably, Lloyd) was trying to say.

“Hey, hey, save it, yeah?” David’s own voice is threaded through with concern, but he can’t help a slight smile from crossing his face. Even when sick, Lloyd still can’t resist trying to lecture him. That sanctimonious idiot. “You’ll have plenty of time to yell at me once you’re better.”

A tiny chuckle. “That’s a.. all the incentive I need.” He clears his throat once, then twice. “Anyhow, I expect you all to continue rehearsal as normal. I’ve put Asha in charge. Just.. run through Janissary again, David, you’re taking over as Narrator, try to memorise your blocking, a-“

“-excuse me, what?!?”

“- I said, memorise y.. your blocking, and-“

“- no, no, the other thing. You want me to play the Narrator?!??”

“I don’t misspeak, David. There’s no one else to fill in for me, and we all know I narrate terribly.”

“B.. but Michael could, or I could call in his understudy. And who’s gonna work on lighting? I thought that was my job!”

“I-“ another coughing fit, “-I’ve arranged for Kate to take over the lighting, just for today. She should be arriving soon.” As if to anticipate the further protests forming in David’s mind, he continues. “You auditioned into this theatre program to sing and act, just like the rest of us. You can’t expect to keep hiding backstage and playing background roles. It’s time for you to step u-“ Lloyd’s voice gives out entirely, and Asha snatches the phone from David’s limp grasp.

“You’ve lost your phone privileges,” she says smoothly. Then, turning away from David, spluttering and panicking, she addresses the sick stage manager (and friend!) on the other end of the line. “Lloyd, stop trying to talk on a hoarse throat or I’m going to chuck Brija’s spear at you again. We’ve got this handled. Just sleep someplace cool, keep a cold compress someplace handy. We’ll all come over to visit you once we’re done for the day — nonono, don’t say anything — we will come in and take care of you, because gods know your dad’s not gonna do it, so hush. Go to sleep, and rest well.. Love you too.”

With that, she flicks her phone shut, pockets it, and turns toward the rest of the group, all staring silently at her. She colours a little, tucking a stray curl self-consciously behind her ear. “What?”

“He said ‘love you’?” Michael grins, forming air quotes around the words. “That boy is havin' a fever.”

Jill smacks his arm. “Don’t be an asshole. We know Asha’s more of his mom than anything, not... you know...” She and Asha shoot meaningful glances at David, who, for the record, looks entirely perplexed. Jill mentally sighs. David would come to terms with his crush on Lloyd eventually (or at least, she hopes so, the energy between the two of them is entirely too weird and awkward otherwise).

“Yeah, call me a mom all you like, we all know you’re planning on visiting him after rehearsal too. I just took the liberty of saying we’re all going to spare him having to argue with us individually. Speaking of.” She pulls her long, dark hair into a ponytail, the universal code for let’s get down to business, and claps her hands together. “Shall we begin rehearsing? Kate? Kate!”

The dark, silent theatre is filled with an electrical hum, as row by row, lights spark to life, growing brighter and brighter as they warm up. The control booth at the back of the theatre illuminates, revealing Kate, a freshman and the newest member of New Albion University’s theatre program, clad in a pair of headphones half the size of her face, waving at the group below.

“Sorry, sorry!” Her voice, mic’d up to the theatre’s speakers, bounces eerily around the room. “You guys seemed to be distracted, so I zoned out. Are we ready to start?”

Scowling, David asks, “Was she there the whole time? Was anyone gonna tell me I got replaced as lighting tech by the freshie?”

“Might want to cut the snark there, buddy,” Kate’s amplified voice warns.

“What she said. Also, take this as a valuable learning experience,” Asha says. “You do a good Vizier, but it’s about time you tried a bigger role.”

“And even if it ends horribly, it's fine, since this is just today’s arrangement!” Jill pipes up.

David groans. “Not helping.”

Michael claps him on the shoulder. “Heyyy, you’ll be fine, Davey. Just read through the script and remember where to stand. You got this, man.”

Nodding, David fishes out his Janissary script, and flings his satchel bag toward the seats, where it lands lopsided on the front row.

“Places, everyone! Jill and Michael, clear the trash from the stage!” Asha calls out. “David, stand here.” She ushers him gently to where a faint ‘x’ is taped, downstage right.

A chill runs up his spine. He isn’t hidden upstage, or holed up in the control booth, he’s here, standing at the August Sky Repertory Theatre’s unofficial ‘sweet spot’, a space on stage where even the softest voice can cut right through the cavernous auditorium, clear as crystal. A space reserved for soloists, for the most important characters to have their moment in the spotlight. For anyone but him.

Experimentally, he clears his throat, and almost winces when the sound travels through the vast performance space, silencing the others where they are standing.

“Are you ready, David?”

He turns to look at Asha. “I don’t think I’ll ever be, but I guess we gotta start sometime.” He clears his throat again, rocking nervously on the balls of his feet. “Okay. Act 1, Scene 1.”

The house lights dim, and narrow to spotlight David. He feels their warmth, looks out across the rows of empty seats.

There’s something special, about the moment just before the start of a performance. As one, the world comes to a standstill, and holds its breath in waiting. In the silence, David is all too aware of the thump, thump, thumping of his heart, the rustling of pages as sweaty hands flip his script open, to where the narrator’s lines lie, clean and unannotated. Tabula rasa, a blank slate, leaving only possibility.

The air crackles with anticipation, so thick he can barely breathe, and he can feel the others’ eyes upon him, watching, waiting for him to shatter that tension like glass.

This tale not all will attend, his first line reads.

He takes a breath, back straightening of its own accord. Addressing the invisible audience, he opens his mouth, and begins his performance.

#shaperaverse #new albion #paul shapera #s..spare kudos.. spare comments...#pwease #anyways modern aus are always v fun to write for so i hope u enjoy!

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Killing Boys - C. Hood.

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Original story by sarcastically-defensive17. Based on “Killing Boys” by Halsey.

Rule number 1 of having somebody like Y/F/N in your life, is that you should never, under any circumstances even consider the idea of crossing her. Ever.

She can be the sweetest person, but she also knew how to cut people off without a second glance. And how to get her revenge.

She kept her friends close and her enemies closer.

Which is exactly how she ended up gracefully slipping through the back left second storey window of the Hood house at exactly 12:43AM on a Thursday night.

She was quiet, agile. In her youth she spent many, many days in the bedroom with the boy who was once her best friend. The layout hadn’t changed and she stood over him, quiet as a mouse.

His breathing was deep, face relaxed and mouth slightly agape as he snored softly. Even asleep, he was quiet. She adored it about him.

Growing tired of waiting for him to wake on his own, she held a hand over his mouth and tapped repeatedly on his forehead, causing him to stir and then jump when he saw the girl.

“Don’t make a sound, Calum.” His eyes were wide, not used to the serious tone of the girl, “we have a mission.”

Told me pick my battles and be pickin' 'em wise, but I wanna pick 'em all and I don't wanna decide. No more.

“What mission? Why are you here so late? Did you come through the window?” He clutched the blanket to his chest when she moved to rip it away, how voice squeaking, “No! I’m naked!”

“You’re naked?” She raised a brow. She knew for a fact that he was not naked, simply shirtless. She lived next door to him for Christ sakes, she often saw him walking past his window with his sweats low on his hips and no shirt.

“Yes?” He stated, more as a question that a fact. He looked confused, and she looked annoyed.

Thus then led to Calum positioned in the drivers seat of his mother’s Honda Civic, a black shirt covering his torso after Y/N had forcefully put it on him in a way his mum would when he was younger.

They were both quiet, the only sound occupying the space being the radio blasting 90’s throwback. Y/N sung along to every song.

So we'll sneak in the back and then we'll kick in the door.

Every so often she would stop singing along to direct him, and eventually they pulled up outside of gated community. Inside he could see houses larger than two of his out together. The street lights were bright, and there was a strong theme of pale white brick as the foundation for almost all of the twenty or so houses inside.

The gardens could be seen from outside of the gates, every lawn clipped incredibly close and evidence of professional routine gardeners was admissible.

There was no attendee at the gate, instead she made him pull up close enough so she could input a code to the after hours keypad.

“The only thing in his phone that he didn’t hide,” her smirk was devilish, and Calum felt his heart racing at the sight.

He didn’t know what the point of their trip to her boyfriends neighborhood was, but Calum relished any moment he could spend with the girl.

Even if he never had a shot with her.

She directs him to stop a few houses down from the large White House. The lawn was clipped and an Australian flag was positioned hanging from a flagpole next to the grand driveway.

The same drive way that had four expensive cars parked.

“So what are we doing here?” He asked, eyeing the houses carefully. They didn’t take too kindly to non-residents visiting the community, especially not two teenagers from the less well off neighbourhood out on a -quote- revenge plan.

“You ever keyed a Ferrari before, Calum Hood?”

She extended her hand, in it lay multiple keys of various sizes and sharpness. A smirk was still on her face but her eyes hid something.

Almost sadness.

Tell me have you ever keyed a Ferrari before? Oh no, oh I don't anymore.

The snuck towards the house, Calum’ large feet making more racket than Y/N’s smaller ones, followed by a schedule of shush sounds falling from the girls lips.

“You sure about this?” He whispered as they approached the sleek red vehicle.

Her boyfriend bragged for nearly six months after his father had spent the large sum of money to get the overpriced vehicle. The cherry red body gleaned in the low light, and he found himself stopping to admire the beauty of the automobile in front of him.

“Now or never, Hood.”

She was beaming, and a cringe pressed into his features as she stabbed the key into the paint, walking the length of the vehicle without lifting it.

“Oh my god!” He whisper-shouts, hands raising to grab at his black curls.

“Shush!” She hissed, scratching more marks into the paint job. “You gonna stand there; or are you gonna help me draw dicks on this piece of shit?”

And I'm not breaking, I won't take it and I won't ever feel this way again 'cause you don't need me anymore. And I won't ever try again and all I want in return is revenge.

He knew he shouldn’t, but he couldn’t help himself. Her boyfriend was the biggest jerk in their school. He tormented everybody. He couldn’t help but want revenge as well; although he wasn’t sure why Y/N would feel the need to get revenge on her boyfriend.

They spent almost an hour scratching various pictures and words into the once pristine car.

They were in their own little world, laughing with ear other and both getting revenge for the wrongdoings caused by the boy, when the porch light flicked on.

“Shit!” Left the girls lips and her fingers laced with Calum’s.

Within seconds she was pulling him along, running side by side with him as an older man rushes out of the house. He stood, not a wrinkle in his silk pajamas, an expensive looking phone clasped in his hands and he cursed the surveillance cameras for not being functional.

A stupid move, really.

Cause I don't need you anymore. So where do you go?

She rushed to the drivers side, releasing Calum’s hand as she climbed in and sped off once he claimed the passenger seat. They were both out of breath, a smile on Y/N’s face and a nervous grin on Calum’s.

She grabbed his hand as she drove, shaking it in the air as she voiced her excitement.

His cheeks flushed at the action, but he remained still as she kept his hand in hers when the moment passed.

Pull up to the drive and I remember the codes. Yeah, the only fucking numbers you don't hide in your phone. No more, no more, anymore.

She drove them to a park near their shared street, exiting the cat and claiming a spot on one of the swings. Calum followed her, already missing the weight of her palm on his.

“So,” he tried as he took a set on the swing next to her, “wanna tell me why we just ruined your boyfriends most prized possession?”

She swung her legs softly, rocking the swing back and forth. She didn’t look up at him. Calum knew her well enough to know that she only avoided eye contact when something was wrong. She was the most confident and positive girl he knew and it hurt him to know something had happened to bring her mood down.

“He’s not my boyfriend anymore,” there was a small smile on her face, a sad smile and Calum found himself reaching for her hand again. “Found out he has been sleeping with my best friend for a couple months.”

“Oh.”

She made a noise of agreement, laughing softly, “It’s okay, I put hair remover in her shampoo.”

He let out a loud laugh involuntarily, and she laughed along with him.

“I feel bad about it, considering we’ve been friends for so many years but she slept with my boyfriend. I think my betrayal is a little less than hers,” she swung their joined arms, looking up at the boy.

Climb up to the window and I'm breaking the glass then I stop 'cause I don't wanna Uma Thurman your ass. No more, no more, anymore.

“I should have called Michael, we could have tried to kick his ass,” he laughed, picturing the two of them getting their ass kicked by the popular boy.

“I think I have a better chance of going Uma Thurman in his ass than you two do, god bless your souls,” the smirk was back on her face and he felt at ease witnessing the light return to her eyes.

And I'm not breaking, I won't take it and I won't ever feel this way again 'cause you don't need me anymore.

“Thank you for this, Cal,” her voice was soft, her eyes boring into his flushed cheeks.

“You don’t need to thank me, Y/N. Any guy would be stupid to turn down a pretty girl asking you to go with her on a revenge mission,” he released the words before he could stop himself, only to turn to see a slight redness tinting her face.

She beamed at him, leaning across the space between the swings and kissing his cheek.

And I won't ever try again, and all I want in return is revenge, ‘cause I don't need you anymore.

“I’m sorry that asshole did that to you. He doesn’t deserve you, and neither does your ex-best friend,” he whispered again, turning his head slightly and gasping at the close proximity.

If she leaned forward a fraction of an inch, their lips would press together. Calum would be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about kissing the girl he had been infatuated with for many years.

“I don’t need them, especially not her. Plus, boys are just place holders, they come and they go. Except for somebody as amazing as you. I’ll keep you around if you want to stay,” she whispered back, pressing a kiss to the corner of his cheek.

His face dropped slightly, the anticipation of her lips on his getting the better of him, but he still smiled sweetly at her confession, “I’m here for as long as you want me.”

“Dish our more sweet lines like the ‘pretty girl asking you on a revenge mission’ and you’ll get what you want,” she winked, giggling he beamed at the words falling from her lips.

When I don't need you anymore.

And I don't need you.

#5sos #calum hood #calum hood x reader #luke hemmings #ashton irwin #michael clifford #5 seconds of summer #songfic

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B99 and The Good Place

YES. THANK YOU!!!! I LOVE THE GOOD PLACE AND BROOKLYN 99 SO MUCH. AND NOBODY EVER WANTS TO TALK TO/WITH ME ABOUT TGP. I made my friend watch it with me just so I could talk about it with someone lol. Also because it's just a genuinely good show. (Next up I'm gonna make her finish iZombie with me too, haha.)SO! For B99Favorite Main Character:Its gotta be either Rosa or Jake. You know I'm in love with both Andy Samburg and Stephanie Beatriz. (especially Stephanie Beatriz, *dreamy sigh*)Fun fact! My favorite side character is Kevin. Whether it's in B99, The Good Place, or on the Thrilling Adventure Hour, I love the deadpan humor of Marc Evan Jackson. He is, after all, a naughty bitch ;p. Favorite Female Character:Oh, for sure this goes to Rosa Diaz. I love her so much and Stephanie Beatriz plays her to absolute perfection. it's so cool to be able to see such a badass lady cop on TV, who both plays to and subverts the typical Strong Silent Badass™ trope. Rosa is from a cooler world than any of us.OTP:I know it's a boring answer, but it's gotta be Jake and Amy. From the jump their relationship was built on mutual (if, admittedly at first, somewhat begrudging) respect and trust. They were friends, which is so rewarding to see. There have been couples like that on TV before, but usually it's all a lot of 'will they, wont they- which can be fun too if done right, like seasons 1 and 2 did -but it's refreshing to see it played in such a different way. Jake just straight up told her and didn't expect anything to come from it. He didn't pressure her to like him back and he didn't even hate on Teddy (until he got all weird and creepy in later seasons, and even then he was polite) while he was dating her. He respects her and treats her well and I will forever remember the scene where he tells everyone why/how he decided to propose to her, it was perfect and truely sweet. Jake and Amy make each other better. He helped her to loosen up a little and compromise without getting rid of her take- charge, eager-to-please attitude or her independance, and in turn she made him into a (slightly) more mature person. Amy helped turn Jake into a (somewhat) functional adult, but she didn't force him to lose his fun, childish side either. They genuinely care for each other in a way that you dont often get to see on TV between Het Couples. Like the episode where Amy takes the Sargent's exam and Jake says he always knew Amy would be his boss one day? HE RESPECTS HER SO MUCH. Almost any other sitcom would have Jake's arc for that episode be about him feeling insecure at the thought of his future wife being his boss, but B99 didn't and I love them for it. Their love is so sweet and believable. I even teared up a little during the wedding scene because I'm an absolute sap like that. I also really, really like the chemistry between Rosa and her potential new girlfriend Alicia (as played by the also amazingly beautiful and talented Gina Rodriguez.) They had immediate chemistry- which I'm huge on -and Alicia seems like a genuinely cool and sweet woman. Anyone who can make Rosa lose her composure in front of people she cares about has gotta be something special. I'm hoping in the next season NBC will let them bring Gina Rodriguez back and she and Rosa will become TV's gayest and most dynamic power couple. That would be pretty sweet. Sorry that this has turned into Rosa and Jake fest. But if it helps, Holt and Kevin are definitely couple goals too and I'm glad Kevin'sgetting so much more screen time. I agree with Jake: I also want them to be my two gay dads. Not that I dont love my dad, I'm just welcoming in the extra role models, lol. Lord k ow I probably need it.NoTP:I love that the show steered away from it, because I wasn't really much a fan of the Boyle/Diaz Dynamic of season 1. But, I do honestly love them as bros together. It's another trope the show subverts since Charles is the one who's super in touch with his emotions and helps out Rosa in her relationships when she has trouble expressing hers. I just... I really love relation/friendships built on trust and respect. It's my jam.Favorite Other Pairings:I know she's not your fave but I do like Gina and Rosa together, they have a fun, snarky vibe together and Gina does genuinely care for Rosa and respect her opinions, way more than she does with most other people. Except maybe Holt. Also Amy and Rosa. I love episodes where the two of them team up together. Basically, what I'm saying here is that I just want Rosa to date ALL the girls on the show, haha.Least Favorite Character:I hate to say it, but I want a huge fan of Pimento? Like, he was dangerous and rude and I know he went through a lot of trauma undercover, but dude needed some help, and I mean just that, really. He needs to be in therapy for his PTSD because it's affecting his relationships and his whole life.I'm not too big a fan of Hitchcock either, just because like... Okay, so, Scully is dumb and occasionally rude, but at least he tries to be nice most of the time and even tries to contribute; Hitchcock is... kind of a jerk most of the time? I know that's the point, but still... like, fix yourself my dude.Also, I do really love to hate The Vulture. He's insufferable, but his dynamic with the team and their hate for him is so much fun to watch. Of course when I say least favorite, I still like these characters, it's just that if I had to pick, it would be these three.Favorite Season/Episode:I actually really like this past season a lot. Like, so much happened! ROSA CAME OUT! JAKE AND AMY GOT MARRIED! HOLT AND KEVIN GOT QUALITY SCREEN TIME AS A COUPLE! It was pretty amazing.I love the episode where Rosa came out to her parents. It was so sweet ♡ and I think it's really important that it ended in such a medium place. Like, that happens to people sometimes other TV shows, sometimes parents dont either accept you wholeheartedly or kick you out and denounce you. Sometimes, you just get stuck in a crappy in between place (note: not deflection btw, my parents are cool with my identity, but I has happened to people I know and it sucks watching them try and get through it without sacrificing the relationship between them and their parent[s]). And we never get to see that because TV likes to focus on the extremes. And Rosa found out that you can find your own family if you need too. Which, as you know, I am always up for in my media. Found family tropes for everyone!Who Would I Date:I mean... look how many times the words Jake and Rosa have come up in this post. In your heart of hearts you know the answer to this question.Rosa (whom I have to separate from her actress because I love them both, and for different reasons) would be a little hard to date for me, just because she's so closed off and sometimes ya girl needs some validation of affection. But she's so...so cool. She does the right thing, even if she'd rather hit the problem in the face with an axe, and I know she's a police officer but it still counts, damnit. She has all these layers to her, like the dancing and the gymnastics and stuff. She doesn't reject traditional femininity, it just doesn't appeal to her. Also I bet she'd make anyone feel hella safe. She's... honestly the best word I can come up with right now is dreamy. Rosa Diaz is a Dreamboat with a capital D, and I'm sorry, but if you dont think so you're wrong.Jake is kind of the polar opposite. The only thing I would see becoming a hypothetical issue in the hypothetical relationship is that I can also be immature and messy and garbage at being an adult. We'd be too similar and it wouldn't help anyone, unlike with Jake and Amy. But he's so sweet and caring and funny. He's a genuinely great guy who respects everyone who deserves it, and sometimes even people who don't. Plus he's definitely a good cuddler and I like being the big spoon, so that would work out well for us.----------------------As for The Good Place:(WARNING! Spoilers for The Good Place are below, so if you're asking me but haven't seen it yet, I highly recommend skipping this until you do watch it, because I don't want to spoil anything for you. It's that good.Favorite Main Character:How, actually, do you choose on this? How?!? I love them all so much, truly. Chidi is a nervous smol (though also very tol) beanpole. Eleanor is always a Mood™ and she shows so much growth over the course of just 2 seasons (same with Michael, but that'smore over the course of 1 season. I'llgive him a pass though because it was entertaining as hell when he finally realized the concept of mortality). Jason became so much more lovable and sweet in season 2. Janet is my favorite omniscient NonBinary robot ever. And Tahani is, to quote Eleanor directly, "A sexy, tan rapunzel. The dream." Plus, she really knows how to go all out with something, which is fun. I loved how into her role as Rhonda Mumps she got. Plus, watching her tell off her parents was so good.I think I'm gonna have to go with Either Chidi Eleanor or Janet. That's as much as I can narrow it down though, because I am weak.Favorite Female Character: Well, since Janet is not a girl, but instead- as mentioned above -an omniscient NonBinary robot person, I'll go with Eleanor. I think I just really relate to her character. Which means I should probably shape up my life, lol. But it's so nice to see a smart, funny, unladylike and kinda sleazy character, who ultimately has that heart of gold and a desire for self-improvement played like this by a woman as a main character. She's like the likeable, morally gray sidekick in so many romcoms, but she gets to be the focus for once. I dig it. Also, I tend to flock towards bi-coded characters. Have you seen Eleanor's collection of flannels (Janet could literally get her anything to wear, but mah girl craves that bi aesthetic)? Any of her interactions with Tahani? That girl is bi af, if not pan. OTP:Oh, for sure it's Teleanor (Elhani?). Like, the chemistry between Jameela Jamil and Kristen Bell is so thick. They're so good together! And I swear if I dont get a flashback to attempt #218 at some point I will cry. 2nd OTP is Chidi/Eleanor because a) they're super cute together, B) they make each other better, and C) LOOK MA, ITS AN INTERRACIAL COUPLE AS THE MAIN FOCUS OF A SITCOM WHERE THE POC IS A DUDE! I've heard tell of it in legends but never seen it before in real life! I joke, but seriously, it is neat to see.Runner up: J² (aka Janet & Jason). What can I say? I'm a sucker for cute, oddball couples who shouldn't work but ultimately do.NoTP:I wasn't very keen on Tahani/Jason. Like, it was a fun distraction, and it did lead to the scene where Tahani tells her parents she ate a cheeto, and it also gave us some much needed Janet screen time/character arc stuff, but they just didn't work for me as a couple. I think, though, that that was kind of the point? Like, they needed to make that mutual mistake together so they could get to where they needed to be. Jason grew up a bit and learned to problem solve and Tahani gained confidence and the personal growth she needed to tell off her douchey parents.Favorite Other Pairings: Is it weird to say Shawn/Michael? I feel like it is, but I would still read it. Also maybe Janet/Eleanor. That could be fun.Least Favorite Character:This is slightly less tough than the questions above, but if it came down to it and I had to pick, I'd probably say it's pretty much just amounts to a few of the characters that the show designed for me to hate.Figuratively, everyone in Tahani's family is a garbage human being. And not in like, the fun, likeable way that say Eleanor or Jason were 'garbage people,' but in the awful, 'I would gladly punch you in the face' kind of way instead. Same goes for Eleanor's parents and her roommates (Though the one who remained her friend after she switched up everything in the season finale was okish in S2, what little I saw of her). It's super weird, but I actually do like the demons for the most part. Shawn is amazing to watch, which I, in large part, chalk up to Marc Evan Jackson's performance. And I even liked Vicky and Trevor, in that same, The Vulture from B99 sort of way. So literal demons are more likeable than the characters mentioned above, which should tell you something.Favorite Season/Episode:Season 1 was amazing and that first Cliffhanger twist was wild and awesome and I didn't figure it out until about 30 seconds before Eleanor did because it was so good, but it wasn't just a twist for the sake of it either, like, the season was built around it and makes sense with it, which is really cool to see in a sitcom. HOWEVER, all things being equal and with that said, Season 2 was EVEN BETTER SOMEHOW?!?! they ditched the formula and changed it all up! It's a sitcom! They never do that! And they only spent like what, 1 to 2ish episodes replaying the new attempts? And they focused on some of the Bad Place characters too while they were doing it, so it didn't get boring. That could have so easily happened too, if it hadn't been handled as well as it was by the writers. But it was handled well and they kept changing things up and giving us more info on the characters lives and their deaths and all that good juicy character development stuff I love so much and it was so, so worth watching.Episode wise, season two had my favorite episodes too, starting with the big neighborhood-ending party and all the way up to the finale (the episodes before then were also great, obviously, but that run towards the end had me captivated so thoroughly I almost called in sick to work to finish them, haha.)The stuff where they infiltrate The Bad Place was golden. If I had, had, had to pick a single episode... yeah, nope, I'm still not able to because it comes up a tie between the one where they leave the neighborhood behind or the finale. There was so much good character stuff, and lots of little found family type moments and Mindy even got a little bit of a reward at the end! (Side note: something deep inside of me loves Mindy St. Claire so much and wishes I could have more of her confidence and fuck it attitude). The demons were hilarious and Judge Gen was a delight to watch! This show is just so good, it makes me want to cry a little. Just a bit. I'm so excited for season 3!! Less than a month left yeah! ♡Who Would I Date:It would probably come down to either Janet, or Eleanor. Tahani has potential, but she's too...aristocratic to actually date for me, I think. Chidi would be an amazing partner, but I feel like we're both such anxious people that it would quickly become an unmanageable tornado of stress and bad decision making, lol.Janet would be cool because she's weird and fun and chipper and so sweet, plus she has all the knowledge in the universe which is neat. I do love a smart cookie. And with Janet since I'm more demi/ace-ish and since she doesn't have sex parts, that would take a weight off my mind I think. So check off 'would date a self-aware, omniscient robot' on my list of weird character traits.Eleanor would also be a good candidate too because she's relatively down to earth and laid back, as well as being fun and relatable and just... kind of a cool chick. Plus, I know deep down she actually does care about things and is a decent human being, which is sort of a must in a partner, lol. The only drawback is that we might make each other worse because we'd probably let each other get away with a lot, so it might be somewhat counterproductive to the point of the show, haha. ----------------------Thank you so much for asking these! And for letting me rant and rave over my two favorite sitcoms in what has, apparently, turned out to be a fucking essay on 'Things I love about Brooklyn 99 and The Good Place'. Sorry I got so verbose about it. I'm also sorry that I, as a person, always fail so completely at making choices and narrowing things down, lol. But this was fun! Hopefully you've seen TGP, I'd absolutely hate, hate, hate to spoil such an excellent and surprising show for someone. Assuming you have, I'm gonna run over and ask you about this one too. In fact consider this an open invitation: if you need someone to talk to about B99 or TGP, consider me your gal!

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more than survive - chapter 7

Jeremy's second session with the SQUIP wasn't as tiring as the first, but he also hadn't done much in the realm of physicality. The man required that he bring his suit so that tests could be run on it. Part of the boy’s brain told him that this was a horrible, no good, very bad idea. What if the SQUIP decided to sabotage it, or something? Regardless of his concerns, the suit had been handed over. When his hesitance was showcased, the villain had simply reminded Jeremy of what - or rather, who - was on the line.

After the appointment was over, Jeremy took his suit back and decided to make up for the pit in his stomach with some good, old-fashioned, vigilante justice. He changed in an alley, leaving his clothes hidden behind a dumpster. Not the most hygienic place, but better than nothing.

The boy ventured out along rooftops and power lines. Dusk was setting in and encapsulating the city in a low, hazy light. The brightness of the buildings guided him along each street and he remembered why he loved protecting the city so much. He considered how it felt to get this view as often as he wanted, how beautiful the sunset was from the top of skyscrapers. How cool it was to find a car thief or a small-time robber and know instantly that he would win. That was an opportunity that most people would never get - and he had it constantly! Jeremy watched the city from one of his favorite spots, his legs dangling over the side of an indescribably tall building. He wasn't sure of what was inside the exterior, but he often saw lights flickering off and on at odd hours, so he assumed it was a business of some sort with overworking associates.

Jeremy wondered if he’d ever have an office job someday, if Spider-Man was really all there was for him. Not that the heroism wasn't enough but he surely couldn't keep it up forever. On second thought, he probably could. He figured that he was likely to die young anyway, what with his current track record. He considered the possibility of a future where he was just normal and for some reason, he couldn't picture it.

The boy was pulled from his thoughts as his phone rang. He jumped ever so slightly, tearing his eyes away from the streets. Michael was calling him. Jeremy pulled his mask up just enough to free his mouth of the muffled noise that the fabric could produce over the phone.

“Hey,” Michael’s voice greeted. “What's up?”

“Not a whole lot,” Jeremy said. He refocused his eyes on the pedestrians and cars and lights. “Just finishing up some homework.”

“C’mon, dude, it’s Saturday. Give yourself a night off,” the other boy chastised kindly. He cleared his throat and then added, “I was calling to see if you want to come over tomorrow. We could rent a movie, or something. I reorganized my room and it's no good if I can't show it off.”

“By ‘reorganized’, do you mean that you alphabetized your games and moved your record player off of your desk?” Jeremy gave a small laugh.

“How'd you know?” Michael spoke, his smile evident through the phone.

“You hate change, Michael Mell.” Jeremy pushed a pebble over the side of the building and watched it fall...and fall...and fall. “I would love to hang out with you tomorrow, though. You pick the movie and I’ll be there.”

“Great. Can't wait,” the taller boy said. “What homework do you have, anyway? I have nothing.”

“Make-up work from earlier this week,” Jeremy answered smoothly. As Michael responded, his eye caught movement down below. What was it? Guys messing around or something more? He observed the scene, one man chasing another, and his senses finally gave him some warning. A small tingle trailed along his spine.

“And Christine is so funny, did you know-”

“Michael, sorry, I have to go. I, um, I think my dad is calling me,” he said quickly. He stood up and brushed himself off, preparing for the confrontation.

“Oh, okay. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“See you tomorrow.” As the line went dead, Jeremy pocketed his phone and pulled his mask down. Time for some fun.

He swung down to the alleyway, making sure to be quiet. He wasn't sure if the attacker had a gun and there was nothing more important than the safety of the victim. As he lowered himself down, he could make out the situation. It was a typical mugging and the attacker didn't have a gun but rather held a knife. The other man was pressed against brick and looked panicked, his hand reaching into his pocket for what could only be assumed to be a wallet.

Jeremy cleared his throat loudly and planted his feet firmly on the ground a few feet away from them. “What's up, guys?”

“Spider-Man,” the victim gasped.

“Get out of here. This doesn't concern you,” the mugger spoke with a grumble.

“I mean, it kind of does.” He gestured to the spider symbol on his chest and said, “Vigilante justice, and all.”

“Do you want a knife in your chest, kid?”

“Aw, you would do that for me?” Jeremy responded in his best faux-amazed voice. In an instant, he shot a web out to apprehend the man’s knife. The mugger, his face red and his fists curled, lunged for the boy. The other man took the opportunity to run away, not even glancing behind him.

“Listen, Spidey, I need to make money somehow. I don't appreciate you interfering with my business.”

“I don't appreciate you robbing people. It's actually a really shitty thing to do, man,” Jeremy said. Before the man could respond, he was webbed to the brick wall. Jeremy pulled his phone out to call the police and stared at the now-defeated robber as he did so. “Hello, 911? Yeah, I found a robber in the alley on 36th and North. Looks like Spider-Man got to him.” As the call ended, he gave one last glance at the man and began to walk away.

“Hey! Come back here!”

Jeremy continued on, ignoring the yelling as he shot a web to a nearby lamp-post and swung away from the scene.

Jeremy spent the next day at Michael's house, relaxing and watching movies and letting his mind numb a bit. Being with the other boy always reminded him of fireworks, not in the stupid cliché way but in the sense that when fireworks are on display, nothing else mattered for those fifteen minutes. Head held to the sky, ears focused on music. Nothing else mattered. He figured that everyone needed someone like Michael in their lives—just not his Michael.

They had a great day together and then the smaller boy climbed out of bed at five in the morning and jostled the other awake.

“Where are you going? It’s too early,” Michael asked, his voice heavy with sleep.

“I have a project that I need to work on before school. Sorry. I’ll see you later,” Jeremy whispered in response. Michael nodded, his sleepy brain not even thinking to inquire more. Once he fell back to sleep, Jeremy ran a hand through his best friend’s hair gently, gazing at his peaceful features before turning to leave.

His third session with the SQUIP seemed more rigorous than the previous ones, only because the villain had attached electrodes to the boy as he was told to repeat stunt after stunt. Something about monitoring brain activity. He wasn’t a fan. He felt like a monkey doing tricks and made sure that the SQUIP knew about his displeasure.

“I need to know how your brain-waves work, Jeremy. What kind of study would it be if I didn’t do this?”

“A slightly more ethical one.”

“Tsk-tsk. You know well enough by now that ‘ethical’,” the SQUIP spoke, making air quotes with his fingers, “Isn’t really my style.”

Jeremy grumbled something about how horrible the man was to which he responded, “Twenty push-ups, kid.”

The fourth SQUIP-Session, as Jeremy liked to think of it, wasn’t horrible. It had been a mediocre day of school and as much as he hated the villain, at least it was something to do. Actually, he didn’t really do much—but he did sit on the rough asphalt as the villain typed away on his tablet.

The teenager kicked at a few rocks and asked, “What are you even doing?”

He crafted another line of code and then said, “Typing,” with a rather chastising tone.

“Right, but,” Jeremy spoke, “Why am I here, then?”

“Because you’re going to test this out for me.”

“The code?”

“No, kid. This.” The SQUIP held up a gray capsule roughly the size of a tic-tac.

Jeremy’s chest felt all tight and weird again. “What is that ?”

“I guess you’ll find out, won’t you?” The man pressed a few more buttons and let out a sigh. “Alright, I guess this is it.” He held the pill out in the palm of his hand.

“This goes against literally everything that I’ve ever been taught,” Jeremy said as he picked up the capsule. He could see staggered blue lines, branching out all around the casing. “It looks like a hard drive.”

“It essentially is, Jeremy. Now just swallow it.” The boy must have looked hesitant because the SQUIP added, “If you won’t do it, then I can gladly find a new test subject. Maybe one named Michael?”

Jeremy furrowed his brows and stared at the SQUIP coldly. “I’ll take it. I will,” he murmured. “Just give me a second.”

He thought of Michael. Michael with his perfect hair and kind eyes and friendly smile. He thought of that soft tone that the other boy only reserved for him. He thought about all of the times that Michael had been there for him in the past, all of the times he had saved him without even knowing.

Jeremy figured that maybe when this was all over, when the SQUIP won, maybe he would let the two of them go free. Maybe they’d move to Europe and find a countryside where no one has ever heard of superheros. Maybe he would just be with Michael and they’d both forget about their hometown and how Jeremy had handed it over willingly.

“C’mon, kid. It takes twenty-four hours to activate. You’ll put me behind schedule.”

In one swift motion, he swallowed the pill.

#meremy hell #boyf riends #bmc #be more chill #bmc spiderman au #my writing #my post

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50 Random Things About So You Think You Can Dance (S14E3)

1. Why did the New York City auditions get an introduction like it was the season premiere? I’m assuming because they needed to fill 28 minutes of the episode.

2. Mary Murphy looks fucking ADORABLE in this school-girl length pleated skirt and deconstructed blazer. It’s honestly the best she’s ever looked.

3. And behind her is “triple-threat” “superstar” Vanessa Hudgens, looking like a turd in that shit-brown coat and dark matte lip.

4. I seriously still don’t understand how Vanessa Hudgens got on the judges panel. Who on the production team thought, “You know who’s hip and the teens relate to? That one girl from that Disney movie that was popular 9 years ago.”

5. Oh ew ew ew, Vanessa Hudgens also has on a weird buttoned straight-lined bodice the same color as the coat. What is this look? Who said this look was okay.

6. “La La Land’s choreographer” LET IT GO.

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Kaylee “Impavido” Millis

7. “And what name did your parents give you?” Who gives a shit, Nigel, she wants to be called Impavido. It costs you zero dollars to call her that.

8. I’m 100% surprised it took three episodes for us to hear “Issues” by Julia Michaels as a choreographed number.

9. I like Impavido’s movement. It’s like if animation and contemporary had a baby. The choreography itself is really unique and nothing this show has ever really seen before. Her dancing is almost like if Pixar decided to animate dancing. I really hope she makes it to the top 20, because I think she’s got the style to nail hip-hop, and I think she’s got the carriage to nail ballroom. I’d love to see her paired with Jaja. Incredibly charismatic and just an absolute joy to watch.

10. Impavido cries when she gets her ticket to the Academy, as she said she would, and then she kisses deuces up to the heavens, so I’d really like to know more of her story.

11. She and Mark Villaver from the first episode are my two favorites so far.

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Ana Sanchez

12. “I heard about the Hot Tamale Train. I’m like, I wanna be on that train so bad.” I don’t have a comment. Just the quote.

13. Great lifts and tricks, but there’s something a little juvenile about her energy onstage. I might be that the choreography in-between just seems like she’s bopping around and not actually dancing? Plus her mugging is super annoying. I’m not a fan.

14. Mary’ll put her on the train, tho.

15. “I love that way that you’re like “WHOOO!” when you’re dancing!” exclaims Vanessa Hudgens. The animatronics in her jaw squeak as the wheels that control how wide her eyes open push past their limits. Her teeth glow impossibly white. “WE’RE GONNA BOP TO THE TOP” she screeches. Mary Murphy’s Hot Tamale Train ceases to exist. Mary Murphy becomes but a wisp of smoke of a memory.

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Koine Iwasaki

16. This has nothing to do with Koine, but I’ma already so fucking done with this “It Ain’t Me” song by Selena Gomez. SO done with it.

17. Before Koine even starts dancing, her mother Yuriko and friend Alesha are already crying. Oh God, my heartstrings.

18. The most interesting parts of Koine’s audition are when she’s doing the really cool contemporary/crump fusion movements. It’s really interesting the way Impavido’s animation/contemporary was. When Koine goes back to straight contemporary, it’s less moving for me, because it’s a little paint-by-numbers, a little too schmaltzy with the music. Overall, I like her, but I don’t think she deserves a standing ovation from the judges.

19. “And then when you smiled, I literally said, ‘Aw!’” I might have to end each recap with a list of the stupidest things Vanessa Hudgens said during the episode. It’s either that, or I stop recapping her entirely, because godDAMN does she say some stupid shit.

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20. Hip-hop montage.

21. Kyle Bennett Jr. is “an animator-slash-tugger.” I’m just a tugger, but we’re not supposed to talk about that in public.

22. OH. He’s a tutter. I am definitely not that.

23. Alex Diaz grabs his crotch a lot and has a beautiful smile. I’d do him.

Joseph “Klassic” Carella & Huwer “Havoc” Marche Jr.

24. Cat’s hair is EVERYTHING right now. Just really relaxed waves, like she’s going to the beach. In New York. In February.

25. I don’t know how to critique their style of dance. I like their imagination, and I’ve always been a fan where it looks like one dancer controls another. They do it well.

26. Nigel and Mary Murphy give them a standing ovation, and it takes Vanessa Hughes about three seconds too long to realize she should probably also stand.

27. How many uppers do you think Mary takes on any given day? It can’t all be natural personality.

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Chaz Wolcott

28. Is a tap dancer, and I hope he’s good because I love a good tap dancer.

29. That was the most boring sentence I’ve ever written. I’m sorry.

30. Here, I’ll take my shirt off to make up for it.

31. Holy shit, Chaz Wolcott is 29 years old, but looks all of 20.

32. Technically he’s very good, but there’s something a little too white bread about him for me. I think that he’s tapping to an old jazz classic and wearing this weird members-only style jacket. I want to see him do something fun and fresh and contemporary. His choreography is great, but I’m just kinda bored.

33. Vanessa Hudgens seems like she hates Mary Murphy, and it’s the only thing I like about her.

34. “It’s so fun, just making dreams come true!” Vanessa Hudgens croons. Her throat undulates, her body ripples. She phases in and out of time, the blips of her being spelling out Morse Code. “We’re just getting started,” it spells.

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Darius “The Bigger Cheese” Reed

35. Look, I know Darius is doing this as a joke, but I am here for this fabulous display of fearlessness.

36. “What about ‘The Grand Fromage?’” I have never loved Cat Deeley more than I do in this moment.

37. Nigel wasn’t expecting Darius to be a man, which is annoying and homophobic. You think after 14 seasons I’d be used to that.

38. For once, Vanessa Hudgens didn’t piss me off. Nigel and Mary were kinda low-key shady about everything, but VH just told him how fun he was, to keep being himself, and to keep dancing and come back.

39. Oh, except now that he left, Darius is copping an attitude. If you’re gonna be The Bigger Cheese, be the Bigger Person.

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40. They could have let me see shirtless Logan Hernandez’s entire shirtless routine. I’ve done enough for this show, it’s time they do for me.

41. Abby Griffin’s contemporary-pointe routine seemed really boring, so thanks for editing through that. We’re still not even though.

42. “I have a lot of technical aspects, but it’s technique in ways you haven’t really seen it yet.” Christina Moya-Palacios sounds like a real special snowflake, but the snippet of her audition puts the proof in the pudding.

43. “You dance the way I wish I danced,” Vanessa Hudgens admits wistfully. Suddenly she grows cold, Her jaw slacks, her eyes dim, as something else inside her takes control. “I don’t dance,” the entity growls. As quick as it comes on, it lets go.

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Ryan Bailey

44. “My own dance style is kind of weird. I do a lot of shaking, almost like seizure things.” I just—I don’t have the patience, y’all.

45. Somewhere, Sia’s choreographer is like, “Biiiiiiiiiiiitch.”

46. This audition is ten seconds in and Nigel is NOT. HAVING. IT. Dude has technique, though. It’s frustrating, because I want to see him dance, but his choreography seems like a gimmick. When he combines his style with actual dancing, like in his jumps and leaps, it’s actually breath-taking. Everything in between just seems weird for weirdness’s sake.

47. Nigel’s response surprises me. “You know why I liked it? Because I didn’t like it. I liked that I didn’t like it because it gave me emotions. It changed my thought about dance. I hated it, so I liked it.” Fair, but also I just need to see more elements of dance combined with his style.

48. “I saw a duck. There were a lot of duck things happening,” Vanessa giggles. The giggling grows louder and louder, more desperate, as she tosses back glass after glass of champagne. “This is a night to remember!” she shrieks. Her legs shake. This could be too much.

49. That was a rather unceremonious end to the episode. I would’ve put Ryan through to choreography, because I wouldn’t have been able to merit his style just on style alone.

50. But then, nobody’s paying me for my opinion. Yet.

#sytycd #sytycd14 #so you think you can dance

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"Everything means something": The past, the present and the future

Ouroboros, the episode full of clues for speculations

Hello again my friends, this is the second part of my metas, you can read the first one here.

This will be a meta about symbolism and visual narrative. And I will try to share with you some clues I could see that maybe lead us to interesting and fun specs.

I hope you can enjoy this. Let's start.

Cannibalism and "eating things"

This is such a symbolic topic. Being Noah a monster that ate human flesh, is so symbolic that it hurts.

First of all, this was foreshadowing the end of the episode. Dean saying at the beginning of the episode: Who let that some eats you? Is very meaningful quote, NOBODY WOULD LET SOMEONE ELSE EATS YOU, but what if you can't see that is being eaten??? Dean carrying with Michael inside, trying to keep him locked, is a kind of risk, he won't let Michael eats him.

Then we have the place where Dean, Cas and Jack were to visit. The name was... "EL SABROSO" it means THE TASTEFUL.

Pic credit to my dear friend @agusvedder

Who is the tasteful here? Aww... My little perverted minded friends... Isn't Castiel for Dean.. please focus... But... Now that you mention it... 😏💕🤣🤣

It will be Michael, as we saw by the end, and Jack saying: "Eat others is to be a monster." My sweet nougat boy... He will eat the tasteful grace of Michael.

Another "thing" eaten were EYES. This Gorgon ate eyes to see fate/future. But also, you know what they say, "The eyes are the reflection from the soul", then, this demi God could see true desires. He ate eyes to see. And this is a very, very interesting point here, because the demi God was the one who can see, a BISEXUAL MONSTER, and Michael was who let blind TFW, but mostly, Dean.

Very important was the fable about the black snake and the eggs, related with Jack and his fulfillment of his fate by killing and eaten Michael's grace, so the danger here is the lesson of the fable again, who is Jack? Is he the snake or the chicken? And before Michael died, he flew over Jack as a circle, like the snake that bites his own tail.

Another mention of danger was Roweena mentioning the magic inside Jack as a parasite, you know this organisms live feeding from the host, so could be perfectly related to Dean too, with Michael inside his head, also Michael himself said it I'M THE COMMANDER OF THE HOST.

Colors: DESTIEL AND TFW

Before we start to talk about it, you should read why I'm talking about colors here.. well each color represents a TFW member Because his meaning, isn't the first time writers use this visual narrative, you can check out my color meta from Mint Condition here, in which I explained the meaning of each color and why represents a specific member of TFW.

DESTIEL color coded

Let's start with the color of neon lights from the motel...

Green and Blue! Then, that memorable moment where Castiel was kissed by the bisexual monster, watch the colors from the picture behind Cas.

Mhm... Blue and green again.

And now I want to remind you this pic from "Optimism" written by Jockey too.. watch the walls behind the word AMORE (Love), and this was an observation from my dearest friend @weirddorkylittlediana

This color is a mix between blue and green, is the darker color on the wall draws... Now... Watch the walls from the motel from last episode...

Pic credit @agusvedder

Is the mix between blue and green in the darker color, also a kind of snake skin too.

I already talked about the red mug and the green mug in my first meta, here I just wanted to point two chairs seen in a frame, a red one and a blue one...

You can see it in the first pic a put in this meta or in the following point...

TFW color coded and squares.

In the place where was the Destiel date we had this chairs

Here 👆 yellow chair with a blue one (Sam/Jack and Castiel) and red with blue (Dean and CAS, but... Toxic! Dean...) And the squares representing four points, the four members of TFW 2.0.

We can see squares also in this frame.

Behind Sammy.

About snakes and desert

This was certainly, an episode where "Everything means something" as Roweena said, and using Snakes and Desert sceneries, had a propose.

Desert symbolism

Yes... Desert sands!

The desert has a lot of meanings, the most important is the representation of TEST, Jesus and the Hebrews were 40 day on the desert, and they suffered temptations by Satan and they were tested. It is also a place for retirement and meditation, to searching himself, self knowledge. Is so accurate with Jack and Dean's journeys this season.

Snake symbolism

And here we have much more meanings!

You can see a desert with a snake behind Castiel, and the Mexican man's house decorated as a desert, with sand colors on the walls, and even there was a cactus. And the draws on the carpet again reminding us the snake skin.

But what it means? As I put in my pre meta thoughts here, the snake means knowledge, the soul that gestates itself in a new skin. Eternity, immortality, TIME AND CYCLES. LIGHT AND SPIRITUAL SUN.

With all this symbolic interpretations, I want you to pay attention to the following...

Jack kept the snake from Noah (also Noah was 40 days on the Arc when God made rain on Earth inundating it and renewing it, the new beginning), but yeah, he kept the snake, bc it represents knowledge, and Jack wanted to know about that fable Noah had told him, the snake and the chicken.

But by the end of the episode, when he faces Michael, we had this cycling between three scenes:

MICHAEL TORTURING TFW IN FRONT OF JACK

1)The first one (and it reminded me Zachariah torturing Dean and Sam in 5x01) Michael drowning TFW.

2)Michael made blind TFW

3)Michael gave TFW a huge pain

MICHAEL SELF REVELATION

Michael naming himself as...

1)The commandant of the host

2)The cleaner of the worlds

3)Whom won't be defeated by a child

JACK SELF REVELATION

1) "I'm the son of Lucifer"

2)"I'm a hunter"

3)"I'm a Winchester"

How we related this, the first points: drowning/commandant of the host/Lucifer is talking about possesion, naming Lucifer, we could be talking about past or future. Or both, this is Ouroboros...

The second points: blindness/cleaner of the worlds/hunter, is talking about present, Michael thought he could defeat Dean, but the truth is he was blind, the real cleaners of the world are the hunters, as Jack, killing monster, like Michael. But also and because we had that bisexual monster playing around eating eyes to see, is talking about Dean's blindness and necessity of self acceptance as a bisexual who loves a man.

Third points: pain/defeated/Winchester, and I can make a little of spec here, but maybe in the last point of this meta... But... This has to do with FUTURE and with the talk Castiel had with Jack about surviving and losing the Winchester brothers... PAIN WILL MAKE YOU REMEMBER THEM. Sad but true.

And now... Time for a little spec...

"Fate is cruel and bored"

This are just specs I thought with some evidence on the pocket, so let's play this game with Yockey's clues!

Lovers separation

I keep this spec since 14x06 and now I would say, is still strong... And not just that, I could figure out another scene from 14x11 that I couldn't understand till now... Here...

Pics credit @weirddorkylittlediana

Here we have Noah seeing DEAN ALONE without Castiel... How is that? Because he couldn't see angels?? Yeah perhaps, but it has a more revealing meaning... That wasn't the immediate future... That was FATE. DEAN WILL BE ALONE. And why I say this? Because in 14x11 the twin opened the door and we, the audience, just saw Dean, Sam was there, but we just saw Dean. Conclusion??? Is a foreshadow for the end of this season??? Are all gonna die but Dean? Or maybe Dean will be trapped in some another dimension? Kidnapped by AUKaia?? IDK... Or maybe as my friend @emblue-sparks says... Dean could die.

Jack becoming a new cosmic creature

Like one of the snake meanings, Jack could be the soul that gestates itself, and because this episode could be readed as a parallel of THE FUTURE 12x19, he could fullfil his fate by bringing Paradise to Earth. Let's see... Bc maybe he is soulless now, and could become a real danger.

The return of Lucifer

I know, I know... But the first points I marked up here... From the self revelation scene... Gives me bad vibes... And also I'm still doubting that thing that woke up when Nick was praying could be The Empty, I mean... I had compared the Empty waking up in season 13 with this Terminator thing and... They don't look the same... Sorry and red eyes? The empty doesn't have colors in his eyes... So... Idk..m I don't like this spec sorry.

Still waiting for the talk and the moves (holding hands)

I'm still waiting here for this, because the talk they had it wasn't a complete one, Toxic!Dean came to sabotage the plan, so... Let's wait... And the holding hands!!! Yesssss.

To conclude

Visual narrative in Dabb's era plays an important role for subtext.

This episode was talking about SEE AND DON'T WANT TO SEE, about Bisexuality and fears.

It also takes about self knowledge and self revelation, Jack as a mirror of Dean, who has to give those self Revelations steps, and get out from his prison.

The fable of the black snake with the wise lesson is a bittersweet flavor beacuse now we just don't know who Jack is. The chicken or the snake.

I hope you like it! This one was large... I see you in my DESTIEL meta.

Tagging @metafest @michyribeiro @magnificent-winged-beast @gneisscastiel @agusvedder @emblue-sparks @mrsaquaman187 @weirddorkylittlediana @whyjm @evvvissticante @lykanyouko @koshisekisen @a-bit-of-influence @misha-moose-dean-burger-lover @thatwitchydestielfan @legendary-destiel @savannadarkbaby @casualpandabeliever @castiellover20

Buenos Aires March 9th 2019 3:50 AM

#supernatural meta #14x14 meta #ouroboros #14x14 spoiler #supernatural spoiler #visual narrative #color meta #symbolism #desert and snake #bisexuality #self knowledge #self revelation #identity #jack kline #dean winchester #sam winchester #castiel #destiel

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4:49 / 43:33The Rothschild Zionist Banksters... Why They Love Making War! AshwaqSubscribe827Add to Share More45,820 views958 40ShareEmbedEmail Start at: Published on Jun 12, 2015The Rothschild Zionist Banksters... Why They Love Making War! All credit for this video must go to Zane Henry and Michael Rivero. I only re-uploaded it to help get the word out about the people killing all of us for money. The Bankers! . Written and spoken by Michael Rivero. The written version is here: http://whatreallyhappened.com/WRHARTI... Original Video: All Wars Are Bankers' Wars http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5hfEBu... Video by Zane Henry. This video is in the public domain. The producers have waived their copyright to this video. Listen to a post production conversation between the producers by clicking on this mp3: https://soundcloud.com/eonitao-state/... You are welcome to make copies and to distribute this video freely. A free downloader is available here: http://www.dvdvideosoft.com/products/... You might need this CD burner application (because the above application might be a little buggy) http://www.2download.co/cdburnerxp.ht... If you have a PC you can use the above link (download the software first) to download it and burn it to a DVD and it is easy to do it. It is for your friends that don't have a computer and may have a DVD player instead or to give out to the public as a form of activism. If you have a Mac you need a Mac compatible YouTube downloader and you will have to use iMovie or somtn to do it. If you have any trouble you may write to me or search YouTube for tech answers. If you would rather have someone do it for you go here for DVDs (really affordable): http://www.dollardvdprojectliberty.comCategoryLicenseCreated usingSource videosEducationStandard YouTube LicenseYouTube Video EditorView attributionsSHOW LESSCOMMENTS • 324 Add a public comment...Top comments Master of Zero10 months agoWhy are these Rothschild rats even aloud to live ??Reply 66 View all 50 replies ST I1 day agoSeriously this is tin-foil hat stuff. The Rothschilds financed the battle of Waterloo. That was not a banker's war that was a war of domination in which our side (British/US/Aus/NZ/British Canada) was victorious. I find it really sad that this sort of stuff gets traction. If people learnt History in schools it just would not happen. The bigger story is why do people not learn history in schools .Reply Gina Brosman1 year agoThe Blood Sucking ROTHSCHIDS have stolen trillions from America!!!!Reply 40 View all 36 replies Arthur Fiorillo5 days agoDead flies make a perfumer's oil stink, so a little foolishness is weightier than wisdom and honor. 2A wise man's heart directs him toward the right, but the foolish man's heart directs him toward the left. 3Even when the fool walks along the road, his sense is lacking and he demonstrates to everyone that he is a fool.…we know how you walk down the street FOOL!Reply 1 jdareyah1 month agoOne of the first places the Zionist Rothschilds had their Central Bank was in Germany. Matter of Fact Rothschild is a German name meaning Red Shield which they adopted. With that said, anyone who thinks Hitler was at odds against the Jewish bankers/People is completely clueless of history. It was Jews who put Hitler in Power, it was jews who financed Hitler and Hitler worked for Jews. Also NAZi is short for AshkeNAZI and also National Zionism....The Jews were the NAZIS'. Let go a little deeper, The USA after WW2 under code name Project paperclip brought NAZI scientists to the USA to perform experiments, and so forth in which we get NASA. But here is the $6 million question. Why would Jews who run our govt (USA) bring NAZI (Their supposed enemy) to the land they control as a ally? Unless they wasn't enemies at all and were the same people.....Jews are NAZI, NAZi are Jews. Lastly, Hitler was raised by Jews (adopted) look it up. He was their puppet just like Trump, Obama, Clintons, Bush and all other so called world leadersRead moreReply 27 View all 27 replies wuteva341 year agoWar = PROFIT Reply 20 Andre EWERT1 month agoBankers Motto: we don't make Wars, we fund them...lolReply 19 View all 5 replies Stan Dalby1 week agoAndre EWERT Macmillan, New York, p. 326 * When people of this class are stricken by guilt feelings while plotting world wars and economic depressions which will bring misery, suffering and death to millions of the world’s inhabitants, they sometimes have qualms. These qualms are jeered at by their peers as "a failure of nerve". After a bout with their psychiatrists, they return to their work with renewed gusto, with no further digressions of pity for "the little people" who are to be their victims. Carroll Quigley : Tragedy & Hope The Ultimate Bankster Quote – from a former Governor of the Bank of England (1920 – 1944) Posted on April 4, 2011 | 32 Comments “Capital must protect itself in every possible way, both by combination and legislation. Debts must be collected, mortgages foreclosed as rapidly as possible. “When, through process of law, the common people lose their homes, they will become more docile and more easily governed through the strong arm of the government applied by a central power of wealth under leading financiers. “These truths are well known among our principal men, who are now engaged in forming an imperialism to govern the world. By dividing the voter through the political party system, we can get them to expend their energies in fighting for questions of no importance. “It is thus, by discrete action, we can secure for ourselves that which has been so well planned and so successfully accomplished.”Read moreReply C Brown5 days agoI remember that one! As; It's not what your country can do for you; It's what you can do for your country! Trump's doing, exactly that ~ for his country!Reply 1 istt4 months agoThis video nicely ties everything together.Reply 18 Garrielee Peck11 months agodisgusting look at are countries now these fucking family's I hope one day the people will wake up and say enough is enough of all this they should be all in bloody prison these couple family's are destroying billions of people livesReply 16 View all 8 replies s galax1 week agoGarrielee Peck entire human history are manipulated by this rots leeches unless people start realising this they are gonna get washed into drains.....Reply 2 Kami Khan1 month agoExcellent Very informative video.Reply 9 David Adams1 week agoKami Khan does anyone have a good answer to these bankster s I do .it's called order1776.Reply 3 Rubin Schmidt4 days agoDavid Adams... Another "Declaration" ???Reply Mr4thetruth9 months ago (edited)Watched this video several times, each time it gets better.Reply 9 Rebecca Sanchez1 month agoMr4thetruth That is just what I am doing. History explained beautifully.Reply 8 apokalypse 20162 weeks agoits a great video , giving phantastic informations ....Reply 2 Jack Rizzo1 week agoI can't believe I found this video by accident. I have believed every word of this for years after doing my own research. I can't really add anything to this as it is perfect. You can indeed research everything in this video on your own and find the truth in every bit of it because I have over the last 10 years. When I saw Assad had banned the dollar in Syria in 2013 because his own currency was hyper inflating I knew instantly we would be accusing him of being a tyrant and going into Syria to kill him. Im sorry guys but the truth is the US has not been the good guys for a long time. Our military works for the banking cartel and they invade sovereign nations and kill leaders and install their own puppet governments under false claims and propaganda. Its disgusting.Read moreReply 5 donald clark2 weeks agoJared Kushner is a AshkeNAZI jew Rothschilds zionistReply 5 View all 3 replies donald clark2 days agoYes and they are many of them too.Reply qB Hawk1 month agoOnly 25 people has watched this? Must be common knowledge - it just was not taught this way in our school system. Everyone is hypnotized at birth, to not know who they are.Where did we come from and why are we here. It's like the blind came here to lead the blind when the answer is always in the mirror. History has repeated its message to capitalist ... A word that has hidden meanings. That is as above is below KARMAReply 5 Pure Water2 weeks agoAlternative Media is a treasure !!! I used to live, unconsciously, in a ring of lies.Reply 4 Richard Barton2 days agoyou have no idea how deep the rabbit hole truly goes...you can start learning right here: www.annavonreitz.comReply SkylineToTheSeaAndMe1 month ago (edited)The "money junkies" obviously aren't money junkies for the sake of money. They are money junkies to wield power and control over nations, governments, and people (politicians mainly). This is has it has always been. Money buys power and control. Their goal is that of the Protocols of the Learned Elders of Zion: An entire planet governed by Jewish Zionist hegemony (Monarchs) as they believe their destiny "granted by God" entails. "Zionist Plans for World Domination": Baruch Levy, Letter to Karl Marx, La Revue de Paris, p. 54, June 1, 1928 Address of the Jew Laventria Beria, The Communist Textbook on Psychopolitics, page 8: “Use the courts, use the judges, use the constitution of the country, use its medical societies and its laws to further our ends. Do not stint in your labor in this direction. And when you have succeeded you will discover that you can now effect your own legislation at will and you can, by careful organization, by constant campaigns about the terrors of society, by pretense as to your effectiveness, make the capitalist himself, by his own appropriation, finance a large portion of the quiet Communist conquest of that nation.” “The Jewish people as a whole will be its own Messiah. It will attain world dominion by the dissolution of other races, by the abolition of frontiers, the annihilation of monarchy, and by the establishment of a world republic in which the Jews will everywhere exercise the privilege of citizenship. In this new world order the Children of Israel will furnish all the leaders without encountering opposition. The Governments of the different peoples forming the world republic will fall without difficulty into the hands of the Jews. It will then be possible for the Jewish rulers to abolish private property, and everywhere to make use of the resources of the state. Thus will the promise of the Talmud be fulfilled, in which is said that when the Messianic time is come the Jews will have all the property of the whole world in their hands.”Read moreReply 4 View all 5 replies John Pallyswine2 days agoRivero = a Spanish Catholic descent whose ancestors INVADED, EXTERMINATED, RAPED , DISPLACED and murdered innocent natives of the AMERICAS. The muSSlim loves to invade and killReply John Pallyswine2 days agoI LOVE ZIONISM. The only good muSSlim is a dead muSSlim Rivero = a Spanish Catholic descent whose ancestors INVADED, EXTERMINATED, RAPED , DISPLACED and murdered innocent natives of the AMERICAS. The muSSlim loves to invade and killReply Ashwaq1 year agoReply 4 View all 4 replies apokalypse 20162 weeks agowir deutschen patrioten werden uns in zukunft im amerikan. netz austauschen müssen , wenn das mit dem größenwahnsinnigen maasloch so weiter geht .... brd = ddr2 ... brd = stasi-diktatur .... kennst du die berühmte und schockierende rede von rabinovich ???.... google : REDE -- RABBI -- RABINOVICH -- 1952 .... bitte abspeichern und verbreiten !!!! .... hier noch ein paar video-tips auf youtube : HEIL MERKEL !!!! ...... MONIKA SCHAEFER -- HOLOCAUST .... DER HOLOKLAUS ..... VICTOR THORN -- HOLOCAUST .... URSULA HAVERBECK -- INTERVIEW PANORAMA .... DAVID COLE -- AUSCHWITZ ..... ERNST ZÜNDEL -- DAVID COLE ....Read moreReply 1 Andrew_koala2 weeks ago+Bubba Rogowski There is no apostrophe in Videos ( placing an apostrophe makes it VIDEO IS) Do you even know what an apostrophe is used for ? And Yes I already know about the videos you mentioned. And read more books to improve your English. And it wasn't the LAST war year 1945. Neither was it the LAST. Last means LAST - meaning no more to come -- That is what LAST means. Look up in the dictionary the meaning of the word PREVIOUS ...Read moreReply Lupita Cadena2 weeks agoThe Jews, the Rothschild's have been the cancer of humanity for many centuries. The Jews are known to be greedy, liars, murderers, road robbers, impersonators, thieves, diabolical manipulators, mind controllers who have position themselves in the highest echelons of the US society to suck the wealth of the whole nation and make us go and fight wars for their Zionist dream of Greater Israel, the New World Order and the conquest of the whole world.Reply 3 Larisa Vetrova2 weeks agoA remarkable video and most convincing - Yes, it sounds like there are only two classes of citizens: the Rulers-Murderers & the Slaves. Pityful and Yes Hitler did an astounding job for Germany between 1933 and 1938 when the US had been for a decade enslaved by a botched "New Deal" orchestrated by FDR and Wall StreetReply 3 mr halvi2 weeks agoAmerica has never been great the only thing that comes out of Jewmerica is Lust Greed and war and everybody's a fucking hero. can't wait for Hollywood to fall into the sea. and if you think Trump is going to save you, dream the impossible dream. and Clinton that fucking old cunt should be shot. the Globalists have everyone in their sites and the destruction of America is happening from within and in order for the NWO to happen America has to be destroyed and this is happening right NOW. But don't give up hope there's a PILL for everything that's wrong with America, I couldn't begin to imagine what would be happening in the country if there was no internet or iPhone (poof) no more service and what about the Pharmacy if they all of a sudden didn't have pills for the 92% of Americans on some kind of pill. They have been making movies about this for some time now. and the latest was WWz. The Jews have almost succeeded in total control just ask brother Nathanel the convert I mean the paid actor. When everyone wakes up it will be too late. Trump is receiving bad intel big mistake # bombing. war is eminent. Trump cannot stop what is about to happen but he will be blamed for it.Read moreReply 3 View all 6 replies mr halvi1 week agoThe federal reserve is the main part of the swamp, they should be charged with crimes against humanity.Reply 1 mr halvi1 week agoPersonally . I don't think The Trumpster can drain the swamp. it's to big and dirty on both sides, the only way is to pull an Adolf. Rumor has it Trump ran to position himself and his family for what's to come. does anybody really believe the elite will allow Trump to change their lifestyle , they'll play him like a deck of cards and force him to war just like in 1939.Reply Cheyenne Sellers5 days agoSo in a nutshell, the Jew Banksters will start a war if a country does not accept a Rothschild owned private Central Bank to lend money with interest to the country's government. This is what is happening in Syria today. Assad did not want a private Central Bank in his country, but relented to try to keep the peace. Didn't work out for Assad because the Jew Banksters were not happy - now they want two very profitable pipelines run through Syria. Also, North Korea doesn't want a Rothschild Central Bank and neither does Iran. The Jew Bankers are chomping at the bit to start a war with these two countries in the near future. If North Korea and Iran fall to the Jew Banksters, the financial arm of the New World Order will be complete.Read moreReply 2 Susan Miller2 days agoCheyenne Sellers also, the US dollar is only as valuable as the petrodollar system is on any given day - a system which helps line the vaults of these central banks... 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