#But MAN it was bad. I dont think I've had such a bad headache in A While

[familyofpaladins]

hey guys, I know a couple weeks ago I said I was gonna do the lmk 6 characters fanart and post it at the end of the week, and then never did?

Well I'm still gonna do it! Eventually

That week, I was still waiting for a couple more characters and was finishing up that little animation thing I did.

Then the next week my family got busy with prepping stuff for a party thing to celebrate my parents anniversary a d my brothers anniversary (combination party even tho the anniversaries aren't actually at the same time).

The actual party was this past weekend and went well but also apparently drained my energy lol

I also saw guardians of the galaxy 3 and had been occupying my free time reading rocket raccoon fanfiction haha

So idk if I'm going to get around to finishing it this week, but hopefully if not, I'll get it done next week

[worldwright]

good evening ! im super early today bc im dying lmao

man, it was so fucking hard to fall asleep after my war against that fucking stinkbug, and someone i wont name fucking deserted and left her leader to fight this great and horrifying enemy

anyway, i checked which fucking painkiller i can take, and the only one i can is paracetamol but this fucker does nothing to my headaches, so im switching entirely to water from tea bc it works better than a fucking painkiller

i slept bad (what a surprise), my father woke me up bc he couldnt find me (man, the only day he wants to know where the fuck i am is the only where i dont wnat him to find him), a headache is there and my nap didnt help ;-; but at least i finished my second watch of glass onion (started last week) and watched the episode of dunmesh and now i can say w/o any doubt that chilchuck is my fav -he was from the very beginning but ude, now im sure)

ill be able to finally sleep in my bed tonight yay

and here a picture the coward from this morning (or icecream, or latte, or whatever you like to compare her to. my friends call her "table basse" [coffee table] or "chieng en format familial" [familiy-sized doggo]. youre too kind with your nicknames for her lol)

have a wonderful morning with your partner my friend !

o how decadent is her lounging !! would that we could all feel the same peace 😌❤️

(no that is not proper English grammar don't copy me 😭😭)

hehe tiny emojis 🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🍃🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸

immmmmm so excited to hang out with people I felt like I was withering lmfao

I think I'm gonna go up to see all my friends next weekend, since all of them are once again living in their dream life shared apartment with the besties ughhhh I can't wait to live there

the new office manager at my job is so cool :3 he's incredibly gay lmfao

I've officially caught up on apothecary diaries. ugh what do I do with my life now

obviously the answer is wait impatiently for every new episode and write analysis posts in the meantime

mmm I wanna reread witch hat atelier...... next week downtime obsession found 👍👍

egg salad last night was all right! I accidentally added too much mayonnaise and then had to overcorrect from there, so it ended up not having as much egg per volume as it should have. but still tasty and nutritious :3

speaking of food you're SO valid about Chilchuck. he's just ❤️❤️❤️ This Is A Divorced Father Of Three With Extreme Communication Issues ❤️❤️❤️ who looks like a middle schooler 🥰🥰🥰

also chatted with a friend about our fic ideas, which was really fun. the problem is that I have a really fleshed-out AU, but I don't know what actual plot to put in the AU. lol. ahhhhhhh

girlfriend weekend!!!!! girlfriend weekend!!!!!!!!

hope your headache goes away in time for you to get good sleep tonight!!

[bishiglomper]

I am so frustrated with my body and lack of pain relief

My tummy hurts. My herniated disc thing is twinging, I've had a headache all day. My heart felt too sensitive for coffee and I was literally falling asleep today on our Friday outing.

And i can't take jack shit. No anti inflamatories. Tylenol only covers a few types of pain.

I have muscle relaxants. Which put me to sleep for about 3-4 hours. Im starting to take a second in the middle of the night.

But what really sucks is I'm starting to get fibro flares from it. I think its the whole drugged sensation, my body feels skin crawlingly achy when I'm feeling it.

I had to stop taking benadryl because it put me into bad flares.

I get sensory overload so fuckin easy, I'm like at 60-90% capacity at all times, how tf am I supposed to function like this

I wish the pain clinic wasnt so goddamn flakey, i need something done, man

Not to mention so does my mother. She's literally bedridden. She's at max capacity, especially mental wise.

She'll come down long enough to smoke and say something to us and my sister will be like "are you mad at me??"

And i explain no, that's not her mad at anyone voice, that's her "im sick, tired, and angry from feeling like this for so long" voice. 😥

I dont hardly ever verbally growl at anyone but i can definitely identify the feeling.. 👀

[blueempty]

Heaven smiles upon the local Mac Donald

I done had a headache all day cuz I slept bad and then had no caffine but I played soooo much shmup today. I'm easing into the shoot them up genre for the first time because of Silpheed from the PC88 which came out on switch recently, and then Fairune Blast from the Fairune Collection. So far I really only enjoy those two but I'm enjoying them a lot. I beat my score as Hope Girl and I'm rank 35 in the world as her right now and I'm 99 as Uzume, so I gotta bring my Yamato score down below 100 cuz its at 107 rn

I got some more drawing done while my friend was suffering through Oblivion. I described that game as "the industrial revolution of video games" in the most negative way you can imagine. I think for only getting to draw one hour a night I'm doing okay in terms of keeping up with it. I dont wanna lose the motivation so I gotta be careful not to overextend myself like I usually do. I've actually kinda been drafting a manga the past week and I am not fucking ready to start that

The idea wasnt even because I've been reading them again but I was looking at old nsfw games that had really good art, and then saw a modern one and was like man. People used to put a lot of fucking effort into eroge. And then I was like I should make one of those, and then I started writing stuff and realized I was writing a manga and not a game at all. But i like the couple characters I'm workin with. I need to do some sketchies. The other bit of motivation was basically cuz in like all nsfw games and manga the nudity and stuff is non consensual and I'm like how hard can it be to write a fucking story that is like a normal RPG thing but people fuck eachother because they want to lol. I feel a strong urge recently to lighten up the mood of all the nsfw stuff the freaks and mutants are poating online its all so upsetting to see, but thats my realm so I see it

Live Long and Prosper

[inkykeiji]

good morning clarii! <33 hope u are feeling well today !!

soft little touya-nii scenarios have been occupying my mind whenever i'm stressed or overwhelmed at work or at home and i've been thinking a lot abt touya-nii and my cat hehe so i thought i'd ask!!

is touya-nii a cat person or a dog person? or is he not really an animal person at all? and if reader had a pet that she was very attached to would he spoil it too for his princess? would he ever cuddle with it or give it special attention even if it doesn't fit with his super Bad Boy Tough Dont Give No Craps personality?

love u!! - ☁️

morning!!! i am not HAHA i was woken up every fucking hour and i have a massive headache because of it ._. but thank you anyway hehe i hope ur feeling better than i am!! WAAAH love u so much cloudie bb!!!!! it’s so lovely to hear from you again 🥺🥺 <3 these questions are incredible eeeee let’s get into them under the cut!!!!!

is touya-nii a cat person or a dog person (or not an animal person at all)?

i LOVE this question omg hehe okay so i did answer something pertaining to pets right here that does state that touya-nii isn’t a huge pet person himself BUT if he had to choose between cats and dogs he’d choose cats just for the sake of ease. he’s a very busy man and he doesn’t have the time a dog needs and deserves, and thus knows he wouldn’t be a good owner (he doesn’t have the time to take it on multiple walks a day, to take it to obedience classes, etc). there is a cute lil scenario floating around my blog from a loooong time ago pertaining to touya-nii getting reader a dog for protection, but that’s really the only time he’d get a dog (and even then, it would have to be fully trained already!).

if reader had a pet she was very attached to would he spoil it too for his princess?

oh, absolutely. 100%, that pet is getting whatever the hell reader wants it to have. like i said in the ask i linked you to, he loves watching her get all excited and sweet over her own lil thing to care for 🥺🥺🥺 he already spoils her so much, so it really isn’t a surprise that he’d spoil her pet, too, if she so desired <3

would he ever cuddle with it or give it special attention?

yes! though not immediately. touya’s cuddles are strictly reserved for his baby; or, at least, that’s what he had thought, until this sweet little fur ball shuffles it’s way onto the couch one evening while he’s busy going over documents and texts for work, and so nonchalantly curls up perfectly in the crook of his elbow or beside his hip, seeking his warmth, and starts purring 🥺 the small animal reminds him of her—smells like her, even, since she cuddles it so much—and that is what truly makes him soften up towards it a little. it’s so soft, so delicate and dainty, so needy; desperate for love and protection, for snuggles and attention, and he can’t help but see so much of her in the cute, precious, helpless little thing. he won’t actively seek out its cuddles (not the way he clings to his baby or pulls her into his lap to cradle her against his body), but he will allow it to clamber all over him, climbing up his chest or crawling across his thighs until it finds the optimal napping spot, and he will absolutely refuse to disturb it until it decides it’s had enough sleep and is ready to get up again—even if he finished his own work a long time ago, and is now stuck sitting in the same position as he idly scrolls through his phone, waiting for the fur ball to awaken again (sometimes he might even pet it ever so gently on its lil head as he waits!) <3 reader finds this fact the cutest of them all, because it says so much about him <3

[hyunverse]

ik it’s so embarrassing 💔💔 i remember that week being not the best so maybe i was just emotional in general ?? idek 😭. i also cry over fluff more than angst. i read angst when i’m like at a rly low point bc it’s almost kinda comforting ……. idk dw bae i sound insane rn too ! we pretty much have the same favorite cereal bc if i had to choose i’d get the chocolate rice crispy ones (or honey nut cheerios) and i LOVEEEE milo. my nana from australia always sends it over and it’s delishhhh. so nostalgic. YES spanakopita is life, it is so so so so good. lmk what you and your mom end up getting ^_^ that sounds so fun i love eating w ppl

ITS THE HYUNE BODY ROLLING SO TRUE. i like when he dances with short sleeves or sleeveless tops bc the arm muscles just make me 🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃 insane !!! i’ve been wanting to watch a new movie so maybe i’ll watch howl now ^_^ i’ve heard a TON about it and i think you just fully convinced me hehe. do you have any other movie or show recs ?? i’m not a big movie or show person but im tryingggg to watch more stuff so tell me any of your faves

oh yea i could slander america as a professional job. like don’t get me wrong i’m extremely grateful to live somewhere where i can get a good education and just like survive but at the same time … i’m barely surviving ?? all our money goes to stuff that doesn’t even benefit us ??? idk man i’ll keep going if i don’t stop myself BUT YES PLS all the mcflurries 🙏🏼. possible unpopular opinion but oreo mcflurry dipped in fries = chefs kiss. it’s an underrated combo fr

i would pay MONEYYYY to experience one skz dance practice but hyunjins alone oh my oh my oh myyyyy. i don’t think i’d survive, his clinging would be ineffective bc i’d just be 🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠. smth about the way he dances just GAHHH. YES CONFIDENT MISCHIEVOUS LITTLE YONGBOK he’s so cute 😭😭😭😭 i love his korean name it’s adorable

i watched the live when i woke up this am and it was the cutest thing ever <///3. felix looked so bf and i swear the There music video made it WORSEE. the parasocial vibes rly smacked me in the face and said grace u need to wake up and accept you can’t have these men 😔

spamming once again gahhhh can u tell i’m bored <///3. im stuck inside for another day bc nyc is having a rly bad snow storm rn and it’s torturous lol. as much as i love being in my bed all day, it gives me a raging headache every timeeeee

- 🐈‍⬛ kisses 4 uuuuu i hope ur sleeping well ^_^

i've never tried honey nut cheerios but now i kinda want to?? lets see lets see. going back to my campus this saturday so i gotta stock up on my food stock 🫡 i'm gonna try honey nut cheerios hehe. milo is good but i can't drink it that much bcs its best mixed with milk and im lactose intolerant </3 i mean i do consume dairy anyway but milo and milk is a deadly combination. one sip and you're gonna end up with diarrhea. even worse when u have lactose intolerance. god lactose intolerance sucks so bad, especially when i love dairy </3 life is a war game and the toilet is my battle field. </3 aaa me and mumsies ended up not getting breakfast bcs we didnt wake up on time LOLL love that 4 us 🤞

sleeveless tops on hyune always look so good. his arms are so nice, the type that isn't frail nor too muscular, he's just nice. dont get me started on his hands yo his hands are pretty big too and his fingers?? majestic. slender and pretty. makes me dizzy just watching it 😵‍💫howl is incredibly good, u reaaaaaally need to watch it <3!! mmm for tv shows, i really like gilmore girls and jujutsu kaisen. or if you like romance, u shud try out horimiya!!

I UNDERSTAND ABT THE MONEY THING... malaysian road taxes r no joke. youngsters going broke frm paying taxes is CRAAAZY. fries dipped in vanilla ice cream is so good so i get u!!!!! it's the mixture of sweet and salty 🤌

when hyunjin does a lil smirk while dancing... im frothing drooling melting. like bae stop i will get through this phone screen and kiss u 😭 so pretty. YONGBOK IS SO CUTE AND YES HIS NAME!! I LOVE WRITING HIM AS YONGBOK BCS I LOVE HIS NAME SM... i also love jeongin's name. it's cute and suiting for him.

the live c hdbhs i was fixated on seungmin the whole time... was just staring at him dreamily like... 💭 he made a mess but i's ok bcs it's seungmo!!

THE THERE MV OH MY GOD GRACEEEEEE. I'LL NEVER SHUT UP ABOUT IT. HYUNJIN AND SEUNGMIN'S PART GOT ME GIGGLING!!1 also can i just say that the settings suit them so much? it feels like it's actually their ideal date. jeongin with the shopping for clothes, hyunjin with the camera and channie in the studio... it makes so much sense. omg what if it IS their ideal date? bye im gonna combust. why are they parasocializing with us!! its making the delusions worse!!!

talking abt parasocializing, felix needs to calm down. bro was wiping at his mouth and stuff r u indicating that we just made out?!?! not very pg13 of him. i heard he spams om bubble too 😭 he needs to find a gf his bitchless behavior is getting worse 😟

ur spam is always entertaining so dw!! i take my time with it always cs i wanna put thought in my words hehe. sorry to hear abt the storm :(( i hope ure staying warm <3

[reilleclan-blog]

I liked this shot even though it was a bit dark

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Below is a detailed adhd filled description of my morning. Yes I "yap" ie I fucking talk cause this is my fucking blog if that bothers u kindly scroll, ty. Also I heavily hate the term "yapping" if u say that to someone cause they are talking about something they are passionate about , fuck u. I have anxiety just thinking I annoy anyone I interact with and now u tell me I'm "yapping" when u didn't even have to interact at all

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So I work part time helping senior citizens, not to taxing work but it is when I'm mentally ill, have ptsd and just self diagnosed adhd-autistic so I have a hard time being positive and/or wanting to work when I'm physically exhausted. Either way I went to work(oh yeah I stayed up super late cause I couldn't fall asleep) I have a headache but I'm like "we usually chill so today SHOULD BE FINE" even though, I don't ever really relax cause this isn't my house but working has been a decent escape. And we usually watch movies after I've thrown out garbage and washed dishes. And there was a movie from Friday that we hadn't finished but I didn't really care for finishing it so I decided to put in a comedy "parks and rec" this man is still getting dressed so I'm watching the show. He comes out of his room just walking around, turning off lights, going in and out of his room, and even opening the front door all b/c he didn't want to watch the show I put on.

And to be frank I don't think I would've cared if he had already said he wanted to watch something, I usually change my mind but.. anyways he passive aggressively takes a movie and puts it next to my movie case. Then continues to walk around this small ass apartment like a weirdo(omg it's his apartment) it's just weird we usually watch the show together but he didn't want to watch my show so bad that he'd rather give himself random ass "tasks" until I asked is he "expecting someone" then like a child he goes "I DONT WANNA WATCH THISSSSS" and I felt hella offended b/c he's the same man saying it's ok to watch what I wanted... so I'm just like ok..... so what. Then he says "I thought u were gonna put the other movie on.." as if I can't change my mind.. like this is genuinely why I don't really trust men relatively ever. This man is sounding like a whole little kid cause something he could watch at whatever time whenever wasn't playing.

And honestly he starts walking around the apartment again b/c for the life of him he can't bother to try and watch a show I brought. I was just like do u want me to leave b/c he's genuinely doing the fucking most and I didn't have time to get into a petty argument on a fucking Monday about a movie when I stay there for like 2 fucking hours. Like ur doing wayyyy too much sir. Anyways I just left early b/c that genuinely creeped me out and it was way too early for this petty ass baby shit... GENUINELY wtf is wrong with ppl.. like he takes a ton of meds so I didn't want to be "rude" about his certain "behaviors" but like that was just so weird. And it's not the first time he's done weird ass shit. But that was the time he really was rude... anyways yeah. I feel like if I explained this to a friend over the phone they would laugh and be like what the fuck is wrong with him.. yeah that was my morning and getting to his place I have to take a bus then walk like 10 blocks💀(on a bus full of ppl not masking and a guy cat called me when I was walking to my JOB) so I mean I still get my hours but wtf ..

[georgiaheartsdilfs]

→ tomorrow morning (PT 2/3) sebastian s x f!reader

link to part one : Drunk Night Out (PT1)

link to your outfit (find out im on about later on in the story)

: Kendall Jenner Style & Outfit - Number 1

prompt

: it's the morning after and you wake up in a room that doesn't look like yours, all you can remember is ordering another gin and tonic for the third time even though you knew that was only your third drink of the night. After the third drink was nothing but a blur.

warning

: mention of female genitals only once literally just the word

I would of had a good sleep if i didn't wake up with a huge fucking headache, it had been bothering me all night. Three gin and tonics... maybe three times three, god i'm an alcoholic i think to myself before even opening my eyes, thats where i regret even ordering the third gin and tonic.

I mean sure I was a bit of a lightweight, but I didn't even recognise this room. Sitting up alarmed I scan the room looking for anything I'd remember even if it was a speck of dust, instead, i found my shirt and shorts that I wore out last night and an empty bottle of water on the floor.

Rubbing my head I stand up slowly walking towards the door opening it slowly revealing a bathroom "what?" I say quietly to myself, I turn to face the the other door opening it to get a smell of bacon, banana and pancakes.

The hallway seemed so long but I could clearly see a shadow at the end of it and the song 'Whatta Man' by Salt-N-Pepa was playing, walking down the hallway I hear a singing voice "Whatta man whatta man whatta man whatta mighty good man" the voice said and I reach the end of the hallway placing my hand over my head once more.

Peering over to the sofa nobody was there but I turned my head to the right to see Sebastian dancing and flipping pancakes whilst wearing nothing but shorts "I want to take a minute or two, and give much respect due, to the man that's made a difference in my world" he sings dancing along to the song, his back facing me.

So I was at Sebastians? How did I even get here, he wasn't one of my friends that I went out with. Certainly not he didn't have a pussy thats for sure.

I giggle quietly leaning against the wall as Sebastian turns around to place the pancakes on the plates and he stops in his place realising I was watching him, "goodmorning" he smiled sweetly "hi" I chuckle, second time meeting this man and I've already stayed over at his house.

"I was just making us both breakfast, apple juice and some ibueprofen for your hangover, i know you prefer apple juice" he says pointing to the glass on the table "god you didnt have to I could have just gone straight home" I say and he shakes his head "no I dont mind" he says and the song stops.

"please sit, its all ready" he says sitting at the table and I walk over sitting down across from him "how's your headache?" he asks eating a pancake and I nod cutting mine "its definitely there, I think there's a bruise aswell" I chuckle "god I hope I wasnt too much of a pain last night" I shake my head laughing deeply disappointed in myself.

"no you were fine, do you wanna know what happened last night or do you remember?" he asks politely "its not that I dont remember because I dont but was it bad?" I ask and he laughs shaking his head as I stuff my mouth.

"I found you drunk trying to hug a tree but you fell, you missed the tree." he paused waiting for my reaction, I look at him and then I look down slapping myself internally "I picked you up and then we got chinese and you had noodles, you said you knew how to use chopstick but you didnt" he says laughing.

I shake my head drinking the juice with the painkillers, deeply deeply disappointed in myself. Sebastian looks at me "you were actually trying to walk home too, so I just brought you to my house and we talked for an hour or two and then I gave you clothes and you had a shower and went to bed" he smiled eating his food and I nod.

"probably the worst hangover I've ever had" I mutter "second time meeting you and I'm drunk thats definitely not how I pictured it" I chuckle as does he.

If I were being honest, Mackie invited me to the party because

I had a slight crush on Sebastian. I'd imagine the next time I met Sebastian it would be for a movie or maybe even like a lunch but I forgot to give him my number that night when he asked because I was ubered home from Mackie.

"well maybe it was because you didn't give me your number last time so the fates gave us another chance" he says in a joking tone and I laugh "Mackie forced me to go home because everyone liked me more than him" I say "Mackie is just jealous" Sebastian said.

After a while we both finished eating and I do the dishes "thats what a dishwashers for you know" Sebastian said leaning against his counter "its the least I could do Sebastian" I look over to him and he shrugs smiling "ok if you insist" he says "I can drop you off when you want too" he said and I smile placing the dishes on the drying rack.

"do you want to spend that day together?" I suggest and he nods "sounds like a good idea" he says "i'll go home and have a shower and it will be my way to make it up to you from last night but you have to drive because I'm still incapable" I say as he laughs nodding "I just need to go get a shirt, I already showered" he said running of and I laugh.

Sebastian was either working out for a role or he just naturally looked great but either was I wasnt complaining, he just cooked me breakfast and gave me apple juice which he somehow knew I preferred apple juice.

He runs back sliding down the hallway in his socks as I sit on the sofa looking over to him "you know you're good at dancing" I say as he sits down next to me putting his shoes on "well you weren't suppose to see that but yes I did know im great" he says jokingly and I laugh.

some time later (at your house)

I said to Sebastian he could come inside but his phone started ringing so he said he'd stay out whilst I had a quick shower and freshened up, makeup wasn't really my thing and I suppose I wouldn't have to wear it to impress Sebastian since he's seen my drunk.

So instead of wearing a pair of shorts and a shirt again I decided to wear some black jeans with a white top and an oversized black jacket. Since the only other colours in my wardrobe were black, red or black again.

After dressing up I threw the clothes Sebastian lent me and I put them in my washing machine, I grab my things and I walk out of my house locking the door to see Sebastian still on the phone. Putting on my converse's Sebastian looks at me with a smile and I stand up doing a little twirl and he laughs watching me intently with his finger on his lip whilst he listens to the person over the phone. (the gif) if you want a part three comment because idk if i should carry on or not :)

[runwithwolvcs]

You Know I’m No Good - o n e

Summary: Tallulah Forester isn’t a bad person, she’s just made one too many bad decisions. Which is why she has now found herself four hours away from her home in Seattle, to her estranged fathers little home in La Push, with her stepmom and two half sisters, whom she has only been with a couple of times in the past 15 years. Her mother and father had agreed, shockingly, that the small town lifestyle would be beneficial to their wild child, but bad habits die hard, especially when it comes to being in control.

Timeline: Takes place a few years after the events of Breaking Dawn

Pairing: Paul Lahote x OC (Tallulah is 18)

Warnings (future chapters): Drugs/Alcohol, Sexual Content, Sexual Tension, Jealousy, Mental Health, (Mentions of SA, but no details)

There are losses that rearrange the world. Deaths that change the way you see everything, grief that tears everything down. Pain that transports you to an entirely different universe, even while everyone else thinks nothing has really changed.

Tallulah stared out the window in the back seat with her knees tucked up to her chest, arms wrapped around them tightly as her father drawled on, switching from topic to topic, your sisters and Kira are so excited your coming to we’ve already enrolled you at the school to do you remember this person or that person? Anything to fill the silence from creating a  suffocating atmosphere in the car. It all sounded like white noise to her, she barely remembered La Push. 

She moved to Seattle with her mother when she was six and the two of them never looked back, whenever she would see her father or half-sisters, they would meet halfway in Port Angeles and then head their separate ways. It was easier that way for everyone involved. 

Josette and Lenna, her half-sisters, were ten the last time she spent any actual memory inducing time with them. Although they are only two years younger than her, they were so different. So in tune with the tribe, whereas she barely knew anything about the histories. She doubted anything would have changed in that respect.

Tallulah's headaches from her hangover, or maybe lack of sleep, she thought, and as she laid her head against the window she listened to the sound of passing cars and her dad's voice as she slipped into a dreamless sleep.

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Tallulah awoke to the sound of the car door shutting and a nearby dog barking, she rubbed the sleep from her eyes, grateful her headache was gone, but now in its place was a lump in her throat, as she looked around her surroundings outside of the car. The little blue house she vaguely remembers. The tire swings in the old oak tree. A woman's laugh caught her attention, as she looked to see her dad and stepmom, chatting away, happier than ever. Tallulah felt so out of place. Like she was an intruder coming in to ruin her fathers happy, little family with her black cloud of disappointment. 

Tallulah groaned to herself as she unbuckled herself, might as well get this over with, she thought to herself while opening the car door and slowly stepping out, stretching as she did. She could feel the two adults eyes on her as she shut the door gently, looking towards them, Kiras big smile, that if she didn’t know better would look insincere, but she did know. Her stepmom was a tryhard, doing anything and everything to be the perfect wife, the perfect mother and stepmother, no matter how hard Tallulah pushed against her kind persona. She was the reason her family was in pieces. Kira and her father were no doubt in love, even when her parents were still together, they never looked at each other the way she sees her father looks at Kira and vice versa, like they are each other's reasons for being. She moves, he moves. Tallulah nearly physically cringes. It's not something she ever wants for herself, that fairy tale love.

She walks toward them slowly, Kira meeting her halfway, wrapping her arms in a bear crushing hug that she doesn’t reciprocate, looking past her at her father who has that ‘be nice’ look on his face, and clearly, she was in no place to fight that. She couldn’t help but think, if this doesn't work out the way her parents think it will, where is the next place she would be shipped off to? 

Kiras' soft, sweet voice shakes her from her thoughts, “it's so nice to see you again. Your hair has gotten so long.” Tallulah raises an eyebrow before stating, “I've cut it a few times since I saw you last.” Kira laughs off the dig, before walking towards her father and saying, “the twins are out, we’d figured you'd be better off getting settled without a full house.” Tallulah nodded in response as her father spoke up for the first time since arriving, “besides, we have some things to discuss. Expectations and what not,” 

Tallulah eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “Rules? I’m eighteen. I don’t need to have any rules.” Her arms crossed over chest, as if she were a child. 

“If you think that you will be continuing your..extracurricular activities that you have picked up in Seattle, you are wrongly mistaken” he says in what she assumes is his fatherly tone that works on the twins, but not her, he gave up that right fifteen years ago. “Your mother has filled us in on everything, Tally” She rolls her eyes at this, as if she knows everything, she thought to herself.

Kira stood up on the porch, just inside the doorway, “Joseph, let her settle in, we can have this conversation tomorrow, after the bonfire.” she said in ‘dont fight me in this tone’, to which Tallulah appreciated, yet was confused, “Bonfire?” she asked, as she made her way up the steps of the house leaving her dad to bring in her few bags, “The tribe bonfire party happens once a month, the girls love it, plus you can meet some of your classmates before you start school.” Kira spoke as if this was something she should look forward to, but in all honesty, large gatherings were not Tallys scene, despite what her mother thinks. But, she would attend, save face and hope with good behaviour she would be back in Seattle with her friends in no time. This thought reminded her to shoot them a text quickly explaining her situation, hoping they would see it as an SOS, before shoving her phone back in her pocket and following Kira around the house like a little kid, listening to where things were kept, which rooms were which and then finally a stop at the room in which she would call hers. The walls were a blank, cream color, with light blue bedding and a wooden desk shoved in the corner, along with what looks like textbooks sitting on top.She nods politely as Kira mentions they will be leaving within the hour but try to settle in and suggests she may want to change out of her cotton shorts, as it “gets quite cold compared to Seattle” as she put it.

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7:14 read the time on Tallulah's phone as they walked up to the beach, the sun had just begun to set and the temperature had, in fact, dropped quite a bit, thankful for Kiras advice, Tallulah had changed into a pair of loose, blue jeans and had tucked her hands into the pockets of her oversized, black hoodie, fingers curled under the long sleeves to keep them warm.

She walked slightly behind Kira and her father, standing off to the side as they were greeted by people, before they had reached whom she suspected to be the twins. They looked so different from what she remember, her father lowly spoke to her, as Kira caught their attention, pointing out the smaller of the two as Josette and the taller, as Lenna. Josie dawned a baggie pair of dark pair of overalls, with a striped sweater underneath, her hair in two space buns, which was quite different from her sister, in her plaid mini skirt and form-fitting long sleeve shirt, her pin straight, dark hair fanned out behind her back. Tallulah could already tell they wouldn’t get along.

 She watched as Lenna stalked away from her mother to a group of people who looked around their age, before snapping her eyes back at the sound of her name being called, to see Kira and Josette waving her over, before she could even move her feet willingly, her dad was nudging her in their direction, as if she would turn and walk the other way. 

Josette moved over so she could sit directly beside, a friendly smile that resembled Kiras on her face, “ Hi Tally” she spoke her childhood nickname softly, “it’s been awhile, you look so much older, not in a bad way, like mature, adultish, but obviously your only two years older than me so not technically an adult..” she rambled off, “Hey Josette” and before Tallulah could say anything else, she was interrupted by the younger girl, “Its Josie or Jo, whichever fine, just not Josette” she spoke quickly, a pale blush crossing her olive toned skin, to which Tallulah just nodded and asked, “How long do these things last?”

“That depends,” Josie spoke, “Typically the adults leave once the stories and tribal matter finishes, so maybe an hour or two. But we usually stay later, or at least Lenna does.” she said, looking in the direction of her twin, who was now surrounded by a group of other rambunctious teenagers. “Sam Uley's crew is here tonight, so who knows if that will even happen, especially after last time.” Tallulah didn’t question the younger girl, mainly because she just didn’t care to. She looked away from Lenna and her friends, her eyes gazing on all the unfamiliar faces sitting on logs or picnic tables surrounding the growing fire. 

Her eyes stopped on what seemed to be a couple, the girl was beautiful, her long black hair was tied up into a neat ponytail, she was talking to a man in a wheelchair beside her, who looked like he could be her dad, her eyes shifted to the man sitting next her, his arm wrapped around her shoulders, he was in shorts and a shirt and looked perfectly comfortable in the frigid air, he was joking around with the boys next to him, as if the beautiful girl next to him was really there, despite his arm around her, “Thats Paul Lahote.” Josie said from next to her, causing her to flush from her obvious staring, he looked in their direction, as if he had heard Josie say his name, they locked eyes for a split second before Tallulah looked away embarrassed she had been caught. “Don’t worry, Lenna stares at him too,” Josie laughed jokingly, “I wasn’t staring” Tallulah spoke defensively, Josie raised her hands in surrender before leaning in close, “looks like he's the one staring now” Josie grinned, watching as Tallulah looked back at the older boy, noticing that he was staring at her, almost like a deer in headlights. He looked so familiar, though she doubts that they have ever met before. He smiles at her slightly, his arm retracting from the girl beside him despite her protest to his movement, and now the beautiful women is also looking at her, causing Tallulah to look down at her sleeve covered hands that lay in her lap, only looking up again when her father sits in the spot next to her, asking if she's alright, to which she absentmindedly nods her head. Is she alright after her entire life has been altered in the last 12 hours? What kind of question is that?

Her eyes are drawn back to the spot Paul Lahote was sitting in, or had been sitting in, the seat was now vacant, the man nowhere in her line of sight, and she can't help but feel a little disappointed.

[destinyc1020]

"toxic environment for themselves"

This ^^^ here.

I dont like talking about them but lemme say this if any antis or blogs are spying... y'all need to move on.... log off. Sorry if this is disrespectful but from what ive seen the blogs are a group of people enabling each others coping mechanisms. Its so unhealthy. They're desperate to reassure eachother theyre not really together but they're dreading everytime they go online incase there's more tea that they've to spin it into some nonsense to sooth themselves. Now I dont feel bad cause most are horrible to tom or straight up racists but I think there's a point to be made. If anything stresses you out to this level on social media please log off. It happened when tomdaya first broke up many people had to take a break and tbh theres a few tomdayas that could probably take a break and not stress so much over when they're gonna see eachother next or this or that. Stanning someone is meant to be fun. Its meant to take you away from the stress of your life. If that's not the case anymore (which i think is actually quite common) then you need to step back. I see it all the time in the tom fandom. Fans constantly stressing about his roles, what people are saying about him etc. Its become extremely common to get obsessive and attached to things and people whether its a comfort thing or social media giving us so much information on a person we feel like we know them but I think its so important for people to become self aware and learn their limit. I wishhhh stans would learn this it would cause them so many less headaches and arguments. Why spend all day arguing if a couple is real or not? Why spend the day trying to prove them wrong? Why waste your life arguing with randomers on whos the best spider-man or why toms movies aren't bad or why zendaya isn't operated etc. Being a fan of someone should be about enjoying their content and sharing your love for them with others not to become their army and attack anyone who says boo about them. Apologies this became an essay its just something that I've noticed and it's really been bothering me. Its hard to have fun in a fandom that spends me time arguing with people then hyping up their fav

Thank you Anon for saying this!   I agree  💯%!   You brought up so many good points about Antis/Trolls. Like you said, most of them are trying to console themselves (in an unhealthy way btw) by trying desperately to disprove or discredit a legitimate relationship btwn 2 people, instead of just taking the L, MOVING ON, and simply being happy for them.  

I can’t even imagine what it must feel like to be an anti/troll right now.  I would feel constantly on edge rotfl.   It would be a depressing existence let me tell you.  It’s way too much mental and emotional energy to try to negate something, instead of just letting what’s meant to be to just BE.   

As for Tom Stans/Z Stans or Tomdaya Stans..... I agree with you on this also!  Stanning/fangirling over someone is supposed to be fun and light-hearted.  If you find that it is causing you a lot of anxiety, depression, anger, or uneasiness, then whew chillle....You either need to step AWAY from the fandom for a bit and focus more on yourself and your own life, OR, maybe it’s best to stan or be a fan of someone else.  😔 

Being a fan of someone should never be hard work or make you feel anxious/upset/angry/argumentative.  If it’s making you feel that way, then it’s a problem.  It might be best to not take people’s opinions (especially online)  too seriously.  Opinions are like belly buttons... Everyone has them, and a lot of them stink lol. 😂    I understand that you want to defend your fave (and some people’s hatred online really does cross the line and is very hurtful and uncalled for), but honestly, those people’s opinions don’t mean much in the long run. 

Just focus on the POSITIVE fans, and focus on your fave.  There will always be haters out there, but don’t focus on them.  You will be happier focusing on people who appreciate your fave and their work. JMHO   

[mergeman]

MergeMaster Part 4

Just a little bit more and I'll finally have a body worthy of me. For 22 years I've been stuck as that accursed needle. Then what happens I get used for tattooing that spineless wimp of a man. I was pleasantly surprised to find that my gifts of merging were intact, guess that bitch who cursed me didn't count on that. Now though I'm almost free, this body just needs some more adjustments before I assert my dominance. Then the MergeMaster will be reborn and I can create the harem I wanted.

Fuck!! I dont know why but something was off. Everything around the apartment seemed in order, Caylan had even come back from his morning run in record time. I had just finished my workout, it was a normal tuesday but I had the weird feeling like I was forgetting something important.

I focused on my dashing new husband, he is the perfect muscle twink to compliment my shredded brawn. He came over sweat dripping from his brow, stood on his toes and gave me a kiss. Damn he's hot!, and though I wanted to take him into the bed room I knew that I had to get to work. Caylan looked disappointed but still helped me into the 2x dress shirt, and did my tie so Id look presentable at the school. Being a college sports trainer has its perks but Im also a English professor and I got to look the part.

When I get to campus I go to the sports complex to store my gear in my office. I'm walking back when I hear a commotion in the pool. I peek through the doors and see 3 freshman in the pool, soaked, still wearing their shirts.

"Not bad A 3to1 is just what I need" came a thought that was not my own.

Pain flared across my arms and pecs. I watched as the world came to a halt. I suddenly had access to all my past lives their memories, their wants, their loves, it was to much. The weight of all those lives was crushing me, what was worse was the knowledge that I was soon going to be a past life as well. Dread filled my core I didn't want to cease but I also had no way to stop it.

A brightness caught my attention, Damn! the three had already merged. The light around the new college senior drew together and connected with me.

The energy invaded my body as I struggled against it. I wasn't gonna be changed against my will. My mind was a fortress and nothing was going to work this time. I thought I was winning as I pushed back at the energies, only to notice that it was changing my tattoo instead. The lines of ink that covered my arms and chest started to grow. It snaked it's way down my body covering every part of me. I watched as the pattern flowed and settled into a new design. Now only my face remained without Ink. I felt constricted as if the tattoo was a prison caging me in. The last vestiges of energy bombarded my mind. I had lost, I could feel my face restructuring, my hair receding and turning black. I was not Aiden or Adrien any longer I was.

Motherfucker! I fuckin hate getting headaches, and what the fuck is with the pretty boy in the wet shirt. Sure I'd tap that in a heartbeat , I mean dude is fucking fine as shit especially with how that shirt clings to every muscle. No! I can't cheat this time, I have a good thing going with Caylan. At first I thought he was only good for fucking and worshipping my glorious body like all the other muscle twinks. I was getting hard just thinking about him better get home and take care of that.

[thefirsthogokage]

Not that I want to watch new copaganda (I tolerate Law and Order Organized Crime for Elliot Stabler, as a character from my youth), but I got bored and needed something to watch, so I've put on the Turner and Hooch reboot show staring Josh Peck. (OH WAIT THIS ISNT A REBOOT THIS IS A CONTINUATION OF THE MOVIE! I could believe Josh Peck as Tom Hanks's son. Now I get why they hired Peck.)

I hate it.

Like, I'm sure they won't touch on any big issues and what not, but they are still gonna cop wrong.

So, Turner is apparently a US Marshall and they have this witness they need to protect. Well, the witness got shot and apparently the best place they thought to have him was...

Out in the fucking open with NO COVER.

Like, please think you guys, this is cop show 101. This is one of the reasons Disney shouldn't make a cop show (besides all the other reasons to not make a cop show).

Oh, and they had him crash through a homeless man's cart full of cans for laughs, I guess? Lots of just other really annoying things about that car chase too.

And of course no one took the time to teach Josh Peck how to hold a gun:

BEND YOUR ARM DUDE!

If you are going to make a cop show, please hire actual former law enforcement TO MAKE SURE YOU HAVE YOUR TALENT HOLDING WEAPONS CORRECTLY AND WRITING CORRECT TACTICAL RESPONSES! I DONT FUCKING CARE IF ITS A DAMN DIANEY SHOW, DO YOUR FUCKING RESEARCH AND HIRE EXPERTS AND LISTEN TO THEM!

I honestly don't understand the target audience for this show. It seems light it's supposed to be a light hearted show for adults, I guess? But if that's the case THEN THEY DEFINITELY NEED TO DO THEIR JOB!

Having a dog in the building is not a health code violation pal, you're a lawyer, you should know that.

The only acting I don't like on this show is by Josh Peck. I until this moment I think he had dead eyes.

Ok, his acting got better.

Seriously, who is the target audience of this show, like, it's dumb. There's so much dumb here. It can't be fore kids too much because someone was shown with a bloody shoulder after an attempted hit. It can't be fore adults because how how back the cop (functional-wise) and how bad the writing is. Who is this for?

Omg, no way an FBI agent pulling an inside job would be dumb enough to actually be part of the team who went to got kill someone. No way.

WHO IS THIS DUMB SHOW FOR?!

At least they are giving their all in the acting department on the show. Well, most of them most of the time for sure.

Why TF did they make a noise somewhere and then go in almost immediately to a room with no less bad guys? Oh yeah, they don't know what they're doing! Such a dumb scene.

"What kind of idiots are you?!" One mind, this character and I have. Except that's me at their production crew, and writers, and director.

The only character that's made any sense on this show is the guy who got shot in the earlier picture that I had up there.

Like, I get that it's tv, "suspension of disbelief" and all that, but, like, some of this is easily clockable dumb.

WHO IS THIS SHOW FOR?! IT'S SO DUMB BUT IT CANT BE FOR KIDS! I DONT GET IT!

The bad guy. Was just. Standing outside.

WHAT THE FUCK.

Uh...

Whoever CGI'd these paws didn't do great job. Like, the fur is definitely too long, the motion or the paws isn't right, they are the wrong color, and not the right size either.

No sure how they did these shots:

But if they were CG too, - which I'm not convinced they aren't, - why are they so much better than the paws? Wait, they might be real. The guy's shirt is crumpled.

Oh god, they are putting an ARC in this show? WHY?! They don't need that. This isn't some serious show, just make it episodic, damnit! We need more episodic shows in this world! Why won't people make those anymore?

McG...wait...(goes to IMDb)HE WAS AN EXECUTIVE PRODUCER ON SUPERNATURAL FROM 2005 TO 2013?! Hunh. Oh and on Nikita. Explains why Lyndsy Fonseca is in this. I like her. He's done some other stuff I've seen too. Interesting.

I MIGHT watch this just to give myself something to do. But I think watching this gave me a headache.

[mycelier]

My name is Simone and I would like to tell you a tale!

I will not have access to my laptop for some days more and because writing on my phone is kind of painful (physically, because I am working on hand mobility now), this may end up in drafts and taking a while to post. I am going to share what has been happening the last 2 months because I feel like everything went from 0 to 100 in the span of a few weeks and its been really, really wild.

So!!! LETTUCE begin!

For roughly 5 years I've been struggling to get a diagnosis on an extremely painful area of my arm. There was literally nothing visible; no lump, discoloration or any other physical abnormality to indicate anything was wrong. I spent thousands on pretty much every kind of imaging you can do, and was told time and time again that there was nothing wrong and, perhaps, it was psychosomatic and I needed therapy or, more often than not, I was given a shrug and a vague "i dunno" response.

This year, something changed. I deal with chronic pain (my spine is congenitally fused in my neck and lower spine and I have baby bone spurs all over), and in the process of trying to work on that I brought up my arm again to a dr I no longer see. He'd told me my arm was SEVERAL things over the years I had been seeing him but this time said it was a fibromyalgia knot, something I had been told by a team of doctors some time before that. I said okay cool and was sent to a physical therapy rehab center where the dr worked with myofascial release and stretches to help with injuries. This amazing man fixed my plantar fasciitis and helped get my chronic headaches under control but NOTHING we did helped my arm pain. Within a month he was worried bc we had started to notice that there was a hardness to the spot that never changed with any exercise or massage.

Worried that there was a nerve being trapped or crushed (another diagnosis I'd gotten over the years), this amazing man sent me to a neurosurgeon who immediately frowned and said he didn't think my neck pain and my arm pain were connected. He ordered an MRI of my arm and despite it not being visible on an MRI 2 years before, he found something PHYSICALLY THERE where I said I had pain. He considered doing the surgery to remove it (despite being a neurosurgeon he was fascinated with this weird horribly painful spot) but eventually sent me a surgeon for an oncology center, assuring me it was because this new surgeon was one of the best in Texas for removing soft tissue tumors, not because there was any thought of cancer.

I met with the surgeon who gave me one more diagnosis of an AVM (arteriovenous malformation), snd said they were benign and not necessary to remove as well as the possibility that if removed it would likely return. Truly, at this point after 5 years of constant nauseating horric pain when someone brushed against me or if I gently brushed against ANYRHING, a pain so bad that it had basically made me stop using my right arm as much as possible (of course I'm right handed lol), I said GET THAT FUCKER OUT OF THERE MAN and my first surgery was scheduled.

Surgery one occurred Nov 5th and was an out patient event. I went home and passed out. At some point my mom said that while I'd been in recovery the dr said the thing in my arm hadn't looked like what he expected so he had sent it to pathology. I went back to work and was hanging out until the Tuesday before Thanksgiving when I went in for a super immediate meeting with a different doctor who told me that what had been in my arm was a synovial sarcoma, aka, cancer! He, this incredibly kind man I did not know, gently discussed chemo and told me I needed to have a CT scan immediately. Based on the CT, i was either in stage one or stage four if it has spread to lungs. The day before Thanksgiving I received the news that it was stage one, it had not spread, and i was so fucking happy.

Then it was time talk about next steps. My surgeon marked out a circle on my arm to indicate how much he was gonna remove in order to guarantee clear margins..but it was not enough of a meeting for me to grasp the surgery I was about to receive.

The day of my second surgery, dec 8th, came quickly and i met with the plastic surgeon, the kindest, most patient man. He moved my arm around and explained how he was going to hijack a vein from my forearm in order to keep the blood flow health to the flap he was gonna take from the donor site: My inner thigh.

It has been 11 days and I am living in an inpatient rehab facility, working on dealing with the nerve damage/pain, the EXTREME pain of my donor site, and the lost mobility that I am working on getting back, both in my leg and my hand. The majorities of my arm is numb...except where the nerve pain burns my wrist and forearm and makes it painful to wear my arm sling (I can't fully extend my arm, nor can I lift, push, pull or use my arm in any way that would stress out my new arm flap). Also may have a brand new urinary tract infection but as I write this I'm chugging water for a urine sample to hopefully get that treated. Below are some pictures I have taken/had taken of my arm! Im not ready to look at my leg outside of the bandages (which, since having the wound vac removed today, hell yeah, will need daily dressing changes).

EDIT: I tried posting pictures of my arm last night and my post disappeared immediately so I will try to make a new post with these photos in case the whole post was erased because of them. I will tag them as post surgery photos. I do not consider them gory or excessive but hey that's just me.

I intend to post more things as I keep healing and as I gain more mobility. I was given "independence" in my room yesterday which means I can officially get up without any assistance needed (using my badass new cane to help me lift my foot in and out of bed)!!!! Which also means I can get up whenever I want without the bed alarm going off. I have a badass cane that has been the best tool in helping me get around (and has inspired my mom and others to suggest and look into getting me a cane sword which makes me laugh REAL hard). See below me using the cane to move my foot in and out of bed!

Part of why I'm posting this is because I really needed to talk about it and while later posts may not be this long or expository but I wanted to have a base post to explain other ones related to this one!!!

I will update with some newer pics tomorrow night when my mom comes by to help me take newer pics. The arm flap looks super healthy (according to the drs), and when they changed my leg dressing they said its looking really good and healthy!

I......also really wanted to post my Amazon wishlist. Due to this stupid wild bad lottery ticket, I've been struggling to pay my bills and rent but!!! I have good insurance, thankfully (since I live in the US and my hospital stay and this rehab stay would have more than bankrupted me), and im hoping my disability checks will get here in time for rent!!! I'm putting up my wishlist bc I can't afford some of the "essentials" on there and, also, because I havent been able to have any kind of comfort during any of this. I never ask for anything for holidays because usually i...dont want to burden people with spending money on me since I know how hard money is, especially right now. And if I don't have enough for rent later I might have to create a go fund me...but right now everything looks good for rent and bills just...not for anything fun.

Thank you so much for your time!!! And happy holidays you wild bastards!!!

https://www.amazon.com/hz/wishlist/ls/36PG6BAYD18U7?ref_=wl_share

[goldenavenger02]

Peter Parker's Day Off

This story is for the @friendly-neighborhood-exchange and my giftee is @avengersincamphalfbloodstardis so I hope you like it!

Before anyone draws comparisons between this and the fic @marvelous-writer posted a few weeks ago, we've already gotten it worked out, so go read her fic after mine!

Editing and cover credits go to @clover-roseee!

And now, on with the story!

Peter groaned as he woke up, and tried to force himself awake as Morgan jumped the end of his bed again. "I'm up, Morg, I'm up," he replied as rubbed his eyes, forcing himself to sit up. His body and head felt heavy, and he had that general sick feeling, so despite how much Morgan's excitement tended to rub off on him, it didn't this time. In fact, Peter wasn't even sure how he could be excited when his chest was tight and his nose was so stuffed up.

Morgan didn't seem to pick up on how he was feeling, though. "Come on, Petey!" she instead insisted, before hopping off his bed and running out of his room. "Daddy's making blueberry pancakes before we go to the zoo!"

The trip to the zoo had been planned for weeks, and Pepper had even taken a day off to come with (which was a rarity in itself). May had gotten held up at the hospital, too, so it was perfect timing that he stayed with the Starks for the first week of spring break; but while he really wanted to see Morgan lose her mind over lions, tigers, and birds, he still couldn't shake the sick feeling from his body.

"Come on, Petey! Daddy's making blueberry pancakes before we go to the zoo!" She insisted before running out of his room, singing about the trip.

Grabbing his bathrobe off of his closet door, Peter wrapped it around his shoulders and tried to regain some body heat before shuffling down the stairs. The smell of pancakes hit him as he went into the hall, and he knew immediately that his senses were in overdrive.

When he finally made it to the dining room, Morgan was going over some facts she had learned about lions for a school project and Pepper was looking at the news on her phone, but looked up when she saw Peter sit at the table. "Are you alright, sweetheart?" she asked, upon seeing his pale face, and the thin layer of sweat on his forehead.

Peter started to respond, but instead let out a harsh cough into his elbow. That was enough of a reason for Pepper to get up from the table in search of the thermometer. Meanwhile, Morgan got up from her chair and ran into the kitchen area. "Daddy!" she exclaimed, "Petey's sick!"

Flipping the last few pancakes on to the large serving plate, Tony cleaned his hands with a dry washcloth and turned the stove off. Then, once that was done, he turned his attention to Peter and, with Morgan tagging along behind him, made his way over. "See!" Morgan repeated. "He's sick!"

"Yeah, I definitely see what you're talking about." Tony ruffled Morgan's hair before placing a hand against Peter's forehead. "And that's definitely a fever." He sighed before looking down at his daughter. "Sorry, Morguna. Looks like the zoo is gonna have to wait for a few days."

"But we have to go, Daddy!" Morgan fought back. "Mommy took the day off and everything!" Just as it looked like that Tony would have to deal with a tantrum at eight thirty in the morning, Pepper came back in the room with the ear thermometer and gently inserted it into Peter's ear. "Mommy, we have to go to the zoo!"

"Morgan's right," Peter agreed, receiving an enthusiastic grin from her. "I mean, you did take the day off to go with her to the zoo…"

Pepper looked skeptical. "I don't know. I don't feel comfortable leaving you here by yourself."

"Then how about Mr. Stark stays with me?" Peter proposed, taking a moment to cough into his elbow. Pepper, in return, placed a hand on his back. "You guys can send us pictures, and it'll feel like we're right there with you."

Pepper looked to her husband. "Tony? Are you okay with this?" she asked, as the thermometer beeped. She took it out and sighed when the reading revealed Peter had a temperature of 101.8. "Staying here with Peter?"

"'Course. I've got the spider kid, you two go have fun," Tony insisted, before leaning forward and kissing his wife's cheek. "Like he said, just send us lots of photos. Maybe let Morgan feed a giraffe while you're there, too."

Pepper broke apart from the kiss, and went over to grab her tote bag with her sunglasses, camera and Morgan's change purse full of nickels and pennies. "Alright, try and have a good day," she said, after slipping her shoes on. "Feel better, Peter."

Morgan ran up and hugged Tony tightly, and did the same to Peter before heading outside to the car, with Pepper following closely behind. When the car pulled out of the driveway, Tony turned to the resident sick kid. "So, how does crashing on the couch and watching some Star Wars sound?"

"Can we watch something else? I'm regretting getting Morgan obsessed with it," Peter spoke as he stood up from the table, trying to force the sudden headache that was building behind his eyes.

"Yeah, sure. Whatever you want," Tony insisted as Peter shuffled over to the couch and grabbed the remote. "We should probably get you some Tylenol, though."

Peter nodded, starting to scroll through Netflix. Since Morgan preferred Disney+, he knew he would probably find something he wasn't sick of on there. But his vision was going in in and out, and starting to get spotty, and he was fighting every bone in his body in order to stay awake.

Suddenly Tony appeared beside him, and Peter distantly wondered how he did it. "Here," he said, pouring three white tablets into Peter's right hand, and swapping the remote for a bottle of blue Gatorade with the other. "Take that, and go to bed, kid. I'll find something to watch, you look exhausted."

Dropping the pills into his mouth and washing it down with a swig of Gatorade, Peter wiped his mouth on the sleeve of his bathrobe before doing what he was told. Tony's taste in movies was often better than Morgan's or Pepper's anyway, so he let himself relax and, feeling a blanket being draped over him, allowed the music of whatever Tony had picked lull him to sleep.

•••

"So, what do you wanna see first?" Pepper asked her daughter, as the two climbed out of the car doors. They had spent a little over half an hour driving, and Pepper already had the online map on her phone all ready and set-up. Knowing her daughter, though, she'd probably want to see more of the cuddly animals first, before going to see the creepier ones.

"Hmm…" Morgan hummed and tilted her head as she thought. She definitely wanted to go see the lions, but she was also wondering if they had a penguin exhibit, and maybe a snake one, too. "I dont know! Can we go see the dolphins? Please?"

"Sure." Pepper smiled and gently grasped her daughter's hand in hers, before they made their way inside. "And then we'll go feed the giraffe, like your dad wanted to. Sound good?" She verbalized the plan, trying to make it stick in Morgan's head, but, in reality, she was just wanting to spend some much needed time with her daughter. It was always a rarity when she was able to take time off, and she wanted to make the most of it.

Morgan nodded, but the period of silence was broken by her stopping in front of the snake exhibit. "Mommy, look!" she shouted, bouncing on her heels giddily. "Can we look at these first? Please?"

"Of course." Pepper nodded, took her camera out of her bag, and watched as one of the exhibit employees, per Morgan's request, placed a boa constrictor around her shoulders. "Say cheese on three, sweetie!"

•••

When Peter woke up on the couch, he felt like he could barely breathe through his nose, and could feel the intensity of the pressure in his head. Then, sitting up, he glanced around the room, before trying to peer into the kitchen. "Mr. Stark?" he asked, the stuffiness having apparently spread to his voice with how nasally he sounded. "Are you here?"

"In the kitchen!" the stay at home dad called back. Sighing and flopping back on to the couch, Peter re-covered himself with the blanket Tony draped over him, before he heard a "Shit, that's hot!" and the man himself appeared in the doorway. "Okay," he announced, as he walked over to his sick kid, "I've got good news and bad news. Which do you want first?"

Peter smirked. "What's the bad news?"

"Bad news," Tony explained, as he set a plate of soggy charcoal-coloured toast on the table, "is that I burnt your toast, and put too much butter on; so, it's kinda ruined now, kid."

Peter chuckled, as he sat up and, despite how terrible the toast looked, took a bite from it. 'At least Tony tried,' he thought. "And the good news?" he asked.

"The good news is that I ordered soup for later—don't look at me like that!—and that I did manage to make sure your Gatorade stayed cold," Tony said, as he set the half-full Gatorade on the coffee table, right beside where the plate previously was. Then, he had taken a seat near the sick teen's feet and patted his knee. "But, it doesn't matter now. How're you feeling, Pete?"

Peter sat up a bit to place the soggy toast beside the Gatorade, and laid back down against his pillows. "My head still hurts," he muttered, trying to warm himself up as he buried himself beneath the blanket, "'nd I've been kinda feeling sick. There's no other medicine I can take, right?"

Tony shook his head. "'Fraid not, kiddo. And, even if there was, I don't wanna give you mixed medications and have to take you to a hospital, so it's not gonna happen."

Peter groaned.

"But, what I can do is let you see all the pictures Pepper sent me of Morgan." Tony smiled as he pulled out his phone, and swiped on over to his 'Messages' section. "There's even one of her holding a boa constrictor, if you wanna see it."

Peter shook his head, remembering his very bad experience with a snake from years ago. "I think I'll pass on that," he said, before sitting up and glancing over Tony's shoulder. "But is there one of her with a penguin? Or a giraffe?"

Tony nodded, as he passed the phone over, and adjusted the two of them, so Peter was leaning against his side, with his head on his chest. "Oh, yeah," he replied. "Third and fifth one in. My personal favourites, though, are the ones with the sloths and otters."

In response, Peter yawned, and, after scrolling through all the photos, gave the phone back to Tony. He was getting exhausted again, and assumed, as he buried his head into his mentor's chest, that Tony had moved on to watching the videos Pepper had sent him, so he shut his eyes and allowed Morgan's excited squeals to lull him back into a peaceful sleep.

•••

"Alright, honey," Pepper said, smiling, as she fished Morgan's change purse out of her tote bag, "you can pick one thing out from the gift shop, and then we're going to head home." She held her daughter's hand as they approached the small gift shop, located back at the entrance. She was thankful she hadn't lost her daughter when they were visiting the exhibits, but if there was one place where she would lose her, then it was definitely the gift shop.

Morgan took her change purse from her mother's hand, and looked up at her, pleadingly. "Can I get something for Petey, too?" she asked with her adorable, wide eyes. "He's sick and we can get something to make him feel better!"

"Nothing fragile," Pepper negotiated, "and nothing made of glass. Otherwise, you can go nuts and get whatever you want. Deal?" She held her hand up for a high five.

"Deal!" Morgan exclaimed excitedly, as she returned the high-five. Unfortunately, Morgan was five, and that meant she was still rather small, so the high-five ended up being one of those off-beat ones, where they missed each other and ended up mostly slapping the air instead. Pepper still smiled, though, and watched as Morgan made a B-line for the stuffed animals.

'That's a good idea,' she thought to herself. 'Peter would probably prefer cuddling one of those instead of a rubber snake, anyway.'

•••

"Daddy, Daddy, we're home!" Morgan announced, a little over forty-five minutes later, before she slipped off her shoes and bright yellow leather rainjacket at the door. Then, she had resumed running into the kitchen, where she wrapped her arms around her dad's legs. "Mommy and I saw penguins, and sloths, I got to hold a snake!"

Setting down the knife he was using to chop up the peppers and celery, Tony had then dried his hands with a washcloth, before turning and giving his full attention to his daughter. "That's great, Morguna," he replied, as he kneeled down to her level and planted a small kiss atop her head. "But you'll have to tell me everything when Peter wakes up, okay? He still doesn't feel so good, and he needs a lot of rest to get better."

"Okay!" Morgan agreed, happily, before she pulled a grey and white ovaloid object out of her little purse. "We got him a penguin!" She exclaimed, enthusiastically bouncing on her heels once more. "Do you think he'll like it? I hope he likes it!"

Tony nodded, as he ran his hand through his daughter's messy brown hair. "I'm sure he'll love it, Morguna."

"Now, go wash your hands, okay?" Pepper said, as she came up behind her daughter and gently nudged her towards the bathroom. In response, Morgan did as she was told, and Pepper took that chance to heave the groceries up on to the counter, and started putting them away. "Morgan insisted we get juice pops for Peter," she explained, as she opened the freezer and stuffed the box of popsicles inside. "How did things go at home today?"

"Pretty good. He's gotten a bit better since you guys left, but he told me he was feeling sick, so we'll have to keep an eye on him tonight."

"Alright." Pepper smiled and put up the last of the groceries before turning to her husband. "I'm gonna sit in there till dinner is ready." She planted a quick kiss against Tony's cheek before sitting in the armchair that was beside the couch Peter was asleep on, and started to go through some files on her laptop. Days off were always a rarity for her, so she wanted to transfer the photos to her phone, so she could look at them while she was at work.

She looked up when she heard a rustling noise, only to see Morgan come in with the stuffed penguin and put it under Peter's right arm before climbing on the couch and curling up next to him. Watching as Peter unconsciously wrapped his left arm around Morgan, Pepper smiled and waited until her daughter's eyes closed to take a picture.

She'd be thanked, later.

[shortandverynerdy]

Magicians apprentice: chapter four - the school board refuses to comment

Summary

Jolene Kingston is a psychology student and vigilante called the magician. When she becomes a witness to a gang related murder she’s thrusted into gothams criminal underworld. Will she survive?

⚠️Warnings⚠️: depictions of violence, language

Jolene zoned out . What a week she had . she had gained some followers, Fish had stabbed Oswald in the hand with the broach he gave her. Granted it was stolen of a irritated and slightly scared woman but the sentiment was there. They also got rid of Timothy, fish's new...Ex Umbrella boy and got their asses thrown in jail and was saved by Maroni. Jolene knew he was gaining some suspicion. It was only a matter of time before he found out. Now they we all gathered round the table at Maroni's restaurant. Her eyes were flicking back from Maroni to Oswald and back, not really knowing what they were saying. it was only until Oswald came back she knew something wasn't quite right "Don Maroni, Sir , Forgive me. Such fun we're having. But i regret that i must run away If you'll let me " He then told everyone his mother was ill. Jolene was yet to meet his mother but knew from how Oswald would talk about her that he thought very highly of her. She was thinking of her own mother when Oswald was thrown back and fell unconscious. She can't remember much of what happened next but one minute she was at the table, the next she was sat on the edge of an ambulance nursing healing bruises and a massive headache. Maroni was laughing at Jim's suggestion that he be placed in protective custody when an idea came to her "I could do a tracking spell, you know. To catch the bad guy" They both looked at her "A spell. Like a witches spell, kind of spell?" laughed Maroni "Hey, it was just an idea" she said crossing her arms. Jim was about to speak when Oswald woke up suddenly exclaiming he had urgent business with Falcone. Maroni didn't see it but Jolene Face palmed. The bad guy who targeted them at the restaurant went after them again at the GCPD. "Can this guy stop electrocuting me unconscious for one fucking minute, god" she exclaimed smoothing down her black dress.

Jolene stood beside Victor Zsasz as Oswald spoke with Don Falcone. She was so nervous about meeting them she tripped on her own feet walking in. She saved herself but the embarrassment still resided. She looked around the room as they spoke, her attention recollecting back to them. Jolene knew Oswald was telling Falcone that Liza worked for Fish because Falcone landed a slap to Oswald's cheek. Victor put a hand over Jolene's chest before she could do anything "Don't" Was the only word he spoke to  her.  The metallic blue and black of Jolene's freshly changed into 'work clothes' was the topic of convocation for her and Zsasz as they waited for the signal. Even his Hench ladies were admiring the look. One of them even poked the spiked hairbands that surrounded the space buns on Jolene's head. They walked out, Zsasz whistled, Jolene Greeted Fish, her powers locked on to her head "Hey Fishsticks, Longtime...no see" Falcone began to Strangle Liza, Jolene steadied Fish as she walked forward to help Liza. "I know you don't want this to happen, but that's not a good idea" Fish just glared at her.   After that event Falcone gave Oswald Fish's club as a gift. Jolene entered the building and noticed Oswald lovingly grasping the hands of a woman, who was wearing what Jolene instantly recognised as Liza's scarf . Oswald's mother. Jolene waved at Oswald who in turn introduced her to his mother. "It is an honour to meet you. You look simply beautiful" She told her and offered her food and drink which she accepted.   Later on Jolene nursed a Gin and Tonic when Jim strolled in "JIM!" she exclaimed and rushed over to greet him, almost knocking the stool over in her haste to get to him "Hello, Jolene. Aren't you a little too young to be drinking?" "Aha, see this is water. Not gin at all” She took a large swig and gagged at the strength of the drink "Totally water" She put the drink down on the bar "so, what brings you here?

"I'm so sorry i had to leave the store in your hands,Eli. And also for not being around these past few days" Jolene placed candles on the shelf as she spoke "Are you kidding me. Don't appologise, it's not everyday your friend becomes the right hand man to a mob boss" Eli bounced in her seat as she spoke and Jolene chuckled "I suppose so. Just don't go telling everyone, i dont want you getting into danger" Eli nodded in response and changed the song on the sterio, which started playing jazz music. "Oh, i almost forgot. I havn't been to college in ages. I've probably missed so much" Jolene finished stacking the shelf and turned to Eli who was visablly cringing "Eli?, what's up?" She drew closer to her friend who was now scratching furiously at her collar bone "nothing, i'm fine" Jolene raised her eyebrow “i know you’re not telling me the truth Eli” Eli stopped scratching and knitted her brows together “I’m not lying Jo!” Her voice became slightly raised “you are, you scratch at your collar bone when you lie, plus your ears have gone as red as your hair. Another tell tell sign. Please, just tell me what happened” Eli sighed “Jo, you’ve been expelled” Jolene put her hand over her heart “expelled” her voice started to tighten and Eli nodded “yeah, you’ll receive the letter tomorrow. Mr Evans thought i should warn you. He really did like you” Jolene couldn’t believe it. She had worked so hard, this had been what she’d wanted for so long. But questions played in her mind like a broken record. “Why was I expelled? Do you know why?” Eli adjusted herself on the chair she was sat on and cleared her throat “you know you went on that ‘job’ for penguin?” Jolene nodded as Eli continued “well our professor caught you and if it wasn’t for the fact that you technically still work for Don Maroni, he would have called the police on you” Jolene took this in “so he did the next best thing by getting me expelled” Eli nodded, Jolene sighed as she slumped into the empty stool next to her friend “I just can’t believe I’m expelled. But that’s what I get for getting into vigilantism and the criminal underworld” nobody said anything for a while until Eli broke the silence “well, yeah. I mean you do get paid to kill people. They were gunna find out and expell your ass anyway. Might as well be now” Jolene laughed. She was starting to rub off on her.

The buzz of the GCPD greeted her as she walked in. Jolene scanned the building for any sign of her riddle loving friend when she collided with a body “woah, are you ok miss?” Called the feminine voice of the person she collided with, who offered Jolene her hand, which she took “yeah. I’m good, just wasn’t looking where I was going” she laughed awkwardly as she got a better look at the woman she collided with. Jolene’s breathe caught in her chest and Heat erupted in her cheeks. She had collarbone length black hair, dark eyes, a kind smile and a lab coat over a black dress which carried the scent of her floral perfume. Jolene didn’t realise she was staring until a hand was waving in front of her face “are you sure you’re alright?” Her voice was full of concern and the kind smile had been replaced by a look of worry “pardon? Oh yeah, I’m sure. Please forgive me ma’am but I just thought you were very pretty” the kind smile was back “Oh, why thank you” Jolene laughed “I’m Jolene, by the way” she extended her hand, which was in turn taken. “I’m lee” she said “ohhhh, you’re Lee. Jim told me you worked here. He thinks very highly of you”. Lee was taken aback by her comment “he does?”, Jolene nodded. “very much so” after that she baid Lee goodbye, a blush still upon her cheekes as she continued her search for Ed.

[garethito]

You know... I've been meaning to ask you about this for a while, and yesterday's tag thing that you did with those Bale gifs only like... fueled? My curiosity? Lol, if that makes sense. Could you like... relive? The Champions League final from this year for us? Like, your perspective on it? Or maybe even the actual whole day of the final? Sorry, God, I know this is weird, but I just love how you tell stories from your life! I have seen you do it with some other anons once!

First of all, THANK YOU SO MUCH for this like, you guys always send me such interesting questions and Im so??? and OMG no this is not weird stop this is such a wonderful question to ask!! And omg you liked how I told the stories to those anons that is so sweet thank you so muchhhhh ❤️❤️💝❤️💘💘💞💞💘

But also this is making me really emotional I dont think I will be able to write this without tearing up but here we go!!! I was at school today and we had a special day so we didnt make any classes, so I had time to formulate an answer to this, and to complete it at home 💞

Quick WARNING?? Yes I am perfectly aware of how crazy and overdramatic this whole story sounds, but the thing is that this is how I truly feel about this day in my life. So yeah lol. Football is basically my life!

I would like to start this by saying that the day of the 26th of May 2018 is the most important day of my entire life as a football fan. There is nothing that could even come close to this. Absolutely nothing. Never in my life have I cried like in that night. Never. Absolutely never. I have looked at my life as a person, at my hardest times, when I cried a lot, but not even that can even slightly compare to the amount of crying that I have done on that glorious day of May 7 months ago. When I say crying, though, I dont actually mean crying, no. I mean violently sobbing, screaming at the top of my lungs, shaking and feeling numb. But in the best way possible, the happiest tears that I ever shedded.

My actual perspective, like you said, though, starts from the 2nd of May, a day after our semi-final second leg against Bayern. From that day, until the 26th, my mind, my body, my soul only thought about the final. I could not even focus on the Clasico on the 6th, neither on the last La Liga match. I was so fucking nervous, words are not sufficient to describe….. At least once every 2-3 days I would go to the bathroom with severe stomach aches and sit there until I would try to calm myself down so that my grandmother wouldnt get worried. I thank God, the Universe, or whoever you think invented life for the fact that highschool had nothing special during that period, just a few tests, that I got the best grades on, because had there been something big, I would have surely failed. That was a nightmare. Just think about it. Horrible La Liga season, then those fucking shaky as fuck second leg matches against Juve AND Bayern. I was literally so pessimistic that I am scaring myself right now thinking about it. All these bad scenarios played through my head ”What if Zizou loses his job? What if this will be the start of our downfall? What if this is the last Champions League final we will play? What if, what if, what if….”. I always tried to tell my brain how stupid I was, that we are Real Madrid and that we will win, like we always do, that we are the best fucking team in the Universe and that nobody even comes close to being like us. But its like these voices in my head wouldnt stop, it was so scary.

Come 25th of May I was an actual lifeless corpse. No matter how much I tried to call my best friend, who was in Bulgaria at that time, and telling her that I cant take this anymore, and her telling me that its going to be okay like it always is, that she doesnt really know my team well but she knows we will win, no matter how much of that was happening, I couldnt fucking stop being nervous and constantly thinking about this match.

On the morning of the 26th I woke up with a severe headache at about 8:30-9 AM. The only things that I remember from that whole day are the constant empty feeling, the amount of times I listened to Hala Madrid Y Nada Mas and the amount of pictures, videos, promotional/support videos I saw and watched. I called my friend one last time and I told her that now I am optimistic, that we will win.

My whole emotional state was ruined, however, by Gareth not starting. I dont need to explain the whole February-May Gaz-Zizou situation because I think everyone knows it too well by now and what I fucking felt about it. I have never been so enraged in my entire life. After all he has done, still no place in the starting XI. Though, this is pretty much the only thing that has ever angered me about Zizou. I love that man too much, I dont think there will ever be a coach that will ever come close to him, a coach that I will ever love as much as I loved him, but this whole situation really, really angered me. As I said, not going to get into details, I think that is enough. Though, I tried to only focus on my hardly achieved positivity about the match. 

The match started and my emotional state reached its lowest point. I couldnt take it anymore, I felt impossibly sick from being so nervous, I got the most severe migraine ever, my eyes were literally about to pop out ugh again, remembering that gives me chills. Dani got injured, and I got angry again, because he didnt deserve it, the World Cup was literally about to start like God give this man a break!!!

Halftime at 0-0, my optimism grew, believe it or not. I felt like we will have more urgency in the second half and that we will win this.

The second half came, with me just desperately hoping for a goal. Because we were playing so well, we deserved a reward!! And it did come, with Benzemas goal, God I felt so relieved and happy. I have seen people saying that his goal was not good but? You literally take everything that is being offered to you in a Champions League final! He scored, he gave us a goal, we were 1-0 up, and I was literally screaming from joy, I was shaking so much and I was the proudest person alive. God, I love my team. Then, Liverpools equalizer came. I didnt think anything of it. I wouldnt get rid of my optimism. I was looking at my boys and I knew we would win.

And Oh My God, here we fucking go. 

Minute 61. Gareth comes on. I was so grateful that he at least got to play 30 minutes, I literally only wanted to see him. At that time, considering everything that was happening, I was already emotionally starting to prepare for his departure to another team. I was watching him in those moments, flashbacks through my mind of all the glorious times I got to see him, all of his goals, everything.

And then…

All of a sudden…

62:58

That moment. The moment in which my soul has definitely left my body. The most beautiful moment I have ever lived in watching football. The moment in which I was the proudest person alive. A moment I will never, ever, ever forget, for as long as I get to live. The moment I have literally seen history being made, right before my eyes. The moment in which I literally evaporated, left the Earth, idk how to explain this but I hope you understand me. My idol, that had suffered so much that season, scored a fucking bicycle kick in a FUCKING UCL FINAL. ARE YOU KIDDING ME. The happiest, most full of joy, best, most emotional moment. Ever. No exaggeration.

My perspective on this? Oh well, brace yourselves. If you think everything that I have written so far seems insane, get ready for this.

I was on my bed, watching the game, shaking. I saw the passes, beautiful passes, that ended up with Marcelo controling the ball (incredibly, as he always does, my Brazilian sunshine). I saw him swaying to the side, and then passing a high, aerial ball in the box. Gareth came up to meet it, with… a scissor kick. That he scored. I literally fucking exploded like there is no other word. I jumped off my fucking bed and I ran literally across the house and came back, making the most inhuman noises ever I swear. I came back to my bedroom and I collapsed on the floor and I literally started fucking bawling my eyes out, and even that seems like an understatement. Screaming at the top of my lungs, bawling my eyes out, literally all of it happening on the floor. My grandmother literally came in and she thought something happened to me, but then I just pointed to the screen and she understood lmao. And from that point onward I cannot say anything anymore, because I dont remember anything else but me on the floor, literally. After like 15 minutes I hardly even managed to get back on the bed, and guess what?

82:41

AGAIN. 

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???? I dont know what to say anymore. Like he literally toyed with everyone that night, he didnt care about anything. Again, with a pass from Marcelo, he literally goes from FAR FAR FAR away and he shoots and… scores?? How much do you think my poor fragile self can handle? Like, WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU SAY TO THAT?? Except for bawling your eyes out even more, if thats even possible? Its been 7 months and I still dont have words for what happened that night, like 2 goals ARE YOU KIDDING ME??? LIKE DO YOU UNDERSTAND I WAS LITERALLY DEAD LIKE ??? I LOST EVERY SINGLE BIT OF MY SANITY THAT NIGHT. 2 goals, 2 goals in 20 minutes, he was about to get a fucking hattrick. A fucking HATTRICK IN HALF AN HOUR, but Karius unfortunately stopped that shot.

The match ended and… I dont remember anything other than barely seeing the screen, I literally had a blurred vision.

We fucking won it. We DID IT. THE DECIMOTERCERA WAS OURS.

In the moment in which Sergio lifted it I… I dont have words, did I go into another Universe, did I ascend, did my soul leave my body I dont even know but what I do know is that I spent the rest of the night, up until like 6AM, crying my heart out. And this is what I mean by ”I have never cried so much in my entire life”. Like I have never spent a whole night crying.

I went to bed at like 6:30, woke up at like.. 10?? I think you can imagine how I woke up, I literally felt like I was going to die but I spent the rest of the day catching up on everything that happened the entire night.

And then, of course, the celebrations, Cibeles, Bernabeu… of course your sensitive girl bawled her eyes out again lol!

Every day ever since it happened, I have always been thinking about this day. About all of it. No point in counting how many times I rewatched the goals lol! But I think you can imagine haha 💘

So yeah, this is pretty much it DSLKFDKJFKDFJKDFK. The story about my best ever day of watching football I made it unecessarily long (Im so sorry). I think the only conclusion that I can get from this is Hala Madrid Y Gareth Y Nada Mas lol! 💘💘