#I’d have to be eating tuna out of a can for her to make a fuss

[freedomfireflies]

hi bestie, can i request smth where harry is filming dwd and olivia keeps trying to get at harry and hit on him but he denies her every time and one day where reader comes to set she and harry are both in harry’s trailer but olivia doesn’t know reader is there so she tries hitting on harry again and starts saying rlly inappropriate things and reader hears and puts her in her place and says that if she ever talks to harry in a way other than a precessional way she’ll expose her or something? idk if that made sense haha and harry gets all happy and is like you are my lord and savior 😭 can you make reader a really bad bitch 😭😭 💕

Hi! Yes, so, I’m changing things a bit because I’m personally not a super big fan of bringing Olivia herself into this kind of stuff but I’m absolutely keeping the premise!! Just changing the antagonist to someone fictional instead! Obviously you can still picture her if you’d like but I hope this will be okay and that whoever asked will still enjoy 😭💞

“‘I know exactly where you can stick that can of tuna, Jack-ass.’”

Harry smirks, eyes peering over the top of his script at you. “The line is, ‘Hi, honey, welcome home.’”

“Oh. Weird. I must have gotten a different script cause mine definitely says the other thing,” you reply innocently, batting your eyelashes as he exhales a soft laugh. “Yeah, see…right there. Jack. Ass.”

“Oh, it does, does it?”

“It does. Strange, huh?”

“Uh-huh. Very.”

You bite at your lip to refrain from grinning as you return your eyes to the page. “Okay, well…I think you’re good for tomorrow’s scene. I mean, it’s kind of all about her, anyway, so…no one will really be paying attention to you.”

“Gee, thanks,” he snorts as he straightens up on the small couch, tossing the script to the side.

“Hey, am I wrong?” You blink. “Hello. Florence fucking Pugh is in the same frame, I guarantee you nobody is looking at you.”

“Oh, well, I’m flattered,” he retorts, hand coming up to his chest in faux appreciation. “No, really. Give me another compliment. I think I’m blushing.”

Your eyes roll playfully as you gingerly chuck a water bottle at him. It flies across the tiny trailer and whacks him in the stomach as he flinches, laughing as it falls into his lap. “Hysterical. Truly,” you bite back. “Been a movie star for five minutes and think you’re the shit.”

He tosses his arms along the back of the couch, settling in a bit further as he nods at you. “S’been at least ten minutes, love.”

“Right, and to this day, iCarly is still your best work.”

“…you know what, I’m not even gonna argue with you on that one. I really did shine.”

“Oh, absolutely.”

“Sucked the shit out of that water bottle.”

“You really did.”

“Oscar-worthy, I’d say.”

“Abso-fucking-lutely.”

He eyes you from his spot, sensing your teasing tone, and before you can clock his sneaky intentions, he’s lifting the water bottle into the air, twisting off the cap, and flinging the water at you.

You gasp as the water effectively drenches your hair, face, and chest. You attempt to shield yourself by throwing your arms up, but it’s too late, and Harry lets out a deep, guttural laugh. 

“Oh, you dick,” you squeal, immediately standing as you throw him a peeved look. “See, this is why I don’t take you home to my mother.”

He’s wearing a shit-eating grin as he watches you scramble to the bathroom. “Oops.”

“Oops my ass.” You attempt to wring some of the water out of your hair as you glance at your reflection in the tiny mirror. “I can’t go out there and let Chris Pine see me like this!”

Another laugh. “Why not?”

“Because I love him and I have mascara dripping down my face,” you huff, swiping a knuckle under your eye. “Oh, God, this is bad. Okay, gimme five, I gotta reset.”

“Babe,” he calls with another chuckle. “You look fine—”

“Bite me!” you retort quickly before slamming the door shut. “Shit! Where’s my setting powder?”

You hear him snort to himself from the other side but soon turn your attention back to the canvas that he so elegantly ruined.

It had taken you twenty minutes to get the eyeliner wing this sharp.

You frown as you get to work, and for the next couple of minutes, your focus remains on your own reflection as you hear Harry humming to himself on the couch.

And then…the humming stops.

“Hey…?”

“Hey, so sorry to bother you. I just wanted to check in before you leave, make sure you’re doing all right with the revisions.”

You pause, leaning a bit closer to the door as a second voice enters the trailer.

“Oh…yeah. Went over it this afternoon. I like it, it sounds good. I think it’ll be really impactful.”

“Oh, good. Good, yeah. Yeah, I’m really looking forward to watching you and Florence bring it to life. I’ve said it before, but we really are just so lucky to have you both on board.”

You finally recognize the voice, placing it to the face of the film’s director, Angela. And now that your curiosity is satisfied, you return to your task as the conversation continues to slip underneath the door.

“Hey, it’s all thanks to your vision,” Harry is humbly responding. “I just feel lucky to be a part of it.”

A bit of silence as you swipe your lipstick along your bottom lip before you hear the sound of footsteps climbing up the stairs and into the trailer.

“You’re such a doll. No, really, that’s such a kind to say,” Angela gushes. “You know…this whole casting process was really just…it was so stressful there for a minute but after I saw your audition tape, I just knew you’d be our Jack.”

“Listen, I’m just glad it worked out the way it did. It’s kind of nice to dip my toe into this side of the industry and I’ve got a lot of really great mentors to help me along.”

“Oh, absolutely. I mean, we just have such a fantastic cast. You’re in great hands.”

A beat.

“And, you know, I’ve said this before but…if you ever need anything at all, you just need to let me know,” Angela says. “You’re my top priority, and I want to make sure you feel taken care of.”

“Thanks, that’s really—”

Suddenly, it goes quiet. Far too quiet and for a moment, you wonder if they’ve left the trailer altogether.

You step out of the bathroom and glance both ways, just to check and make sure he didn’t leave you behind.

But instead of an empty trailer, you find Harry.

And Angela.

And her tongue.

Down his throat.

Your eyebrows just about fly off your forehead as you clear your throat and call, “I’m sorry. Am I interrupting something?”

Terrified, and a bit pale, Harry leans back and catches your eye, expression frazzled like a deer caught in headlights.

Angela, however, is a bit slower to remove herself from his body, finally stepping back with a bit of a wounded smile. “Oh, my gosh…I’m so sorry. This…this isn’t how I wanted you to find out, I—”

“Find what out?” you ask just as Harry says, “I’m sorry, what?”

She quickly looks between you both, palm hovering over her mouth as if stunned. “Oh! I’m…I’m sorry, I thought you told her.”

“Told me what?” you repeat, stepping closer, and looking to Harry.

Poor thing looks like he’s about to keel over.

“About…our…arrangement,” she answers shyly, and your eyes narrow.

Harry blinks. “We…what? What arrangement, I—”

“Oh. That arrangement. Got it,” you cut in, nodding as you finally put the pieces together.

Both Harry and Angela turn to look at you, surprised. 

“Yeah,” you agree, taking another step as you meet her eye. “Yeah, no. Florence told me about this thing you do where you try to fuck your actors and exploit them for fame. Oh, and how your entire marriage is a sham, and you’re trying to get out of it by pretending you were the innocent, bad-ass feminist just trying to do her job when you were blackmailed into sleeping with your costar.”

She swallows as Harry’s jaw nearly drops.

“Oh, she also told me that if I were to find you…arranging yourself on my man, then I should remind you of section 15, paragraph 3 of the contract you signed,” you add, arms crossing over your chest. “Does that…ring any bells?”

Her cheeks flush. “Look, I wasn’t trying to—”

“I’m sure,” you hum. “But you did, and now you’re done. Thank you so much for stopping by. Buh-bye now.”

And with that, you gesture toward the door. 

A rather petrified Angela stands to her feet, knees a bit wobbly as she makes her way for the exit.

And just before she can close the door, you call, “Oh, and just a little tip…when you see the officers? Don’t run.”

The door slams shut before you have the chance to see her expression but something tells you…it was everything.

Now, you turn to Harry, still glued to the small sofa. “Anything you have to say for yourself?”

He straightens up, nearly tripping over his tongue as he begins to explain, “I promise, I don’t know what happened, she just put her hand on my thigh and suddenly it was, like, all the way up my thigh, and her mouth was like…right there, and I didn’t know what to do, and I wasn’t sure what was even happening, or if it was part of the script or something, and I—”

You close the gap between you and take his face between your palms. “Harry?”

He winds down to a stop. “…yeah?”

You grin. “I love you.”

Utter relief floods his features as he sighs and melts back into the cushions. “I love you, too. Thank you, by the way. Ironically, she tasted like canned tuna.”

You laugh as you flop down beside him, whacking at his chest on the way down. “Ew. Poor Nick.”

“Right? iCarly would never do this to me.”

For a moment, you can only chuckle, and despite the rather interesting turn of events…you can’t deny your joy.

“No,” you agree with a grin. “No, she would not.”

~ Full Masterlist

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[ilovecoelacanths]

It’s time for some facts about coelacanths!

I said I’d do this a while ago and I forgot so I’m doing it now because coelacanths are the best and more people should know how cool they are! I did not mean for this post to turn out so long but I promise the facts are very good (how could they not be when coelacanths are so cool)

There are two living species of coelacanth, Latimeria chalumnae, the West Indian Ocean coelacanth, and Latimeria menadoensis, the Indonesian coelacanth.

This is a West Indian Ocean coelacanth, they’re dark blue and each one has a unique pattern of white spots:

And this is an Indonesian coelacanth:

Indonesian coelacanths are noticeably different from West Indian Ocean coelacanths due to their background colouration being more of a greyish brown rather than blue. Their spots also appear more gold due to light reflecting off them :)

Coelacanths are old! The oldest coelacanth fossils date to more than 400 million years ago, and they were thought to have gone extinct about 66 million years ago, until 1938 when one was accidentally caught off the coast of South Africa and found by Marjorie Courtenay-Latimer.

Latimer contacted her friend, the ichthyologist J. L. B. Smith, who confirmed the fish was a coelacanth! Smith was given the honor of naming the fish, and he named it Latimeria after Marjorie Courtenay-Latimer. (Shown below with the coelacanth she found)

After their discovery, people mistakenly described them as the 'missing link' thanks to their leg-like fins, and this myth persisted thanks to the interesting way coelacanths swim, which appears almost like crawling.

Even today they are sometimes called 'living fossils' because of how little they have changed over millions of years. This label is not technically accurate since they are still evolving, but they do have one of the slowest evolving genomes in the animal kingdom, probably because they're already very well adapted to their environment and they don't have a lot of selection pressures affecting them.

Coelacanths can be more than six feet (up to two meters) long, weigh up to 200 pounds, and are estimated to be able to live up to 100 years! They are covered in hard, armor-like rough scales that are themselves covered in tiny spikes called denticles, which help protect coelacanths from rocks and other fish that might want to hurt them.

They also give birth to live young in litters of 10-25 pups and new research suggests they can be pregnant for as long as 5 years! This would mean that they beat out the frilled shark as the record holder for the longest gestation period by more than a year!

(Unfortunately this means that the birth rate for coelacanths is very low, which doesn't help their small populations. The West Indian Ocean coelacanth is critically endangered, and the Indonesian coelacanth is classified as threatened :( )

Coelacanths are what’s called a lobe-finned fish! This means that their fins look more like stumpy appendages than skin that's been stretched over flexible spines. Their closest relatives are lungfish, and that actually means they’re more closely related to us humans than they are to ray-finned fish like tuna or goldfish! Hell yeah!

Coelacanths live in the "twilight zone" which is between 500-800 feet deep. It’s hard to study coelacanths in their natural habitat for extended periods, but they never survive trips to the surface due to the pressure change, so a lot about their behavior is still pretty unknown.

Coelacanths are generally slow moving, nocturnal drift hunters, which means they tend to sort of just eat whatever fish cross their path, but they have a lot of interesting adaptations that make their particular method of drift hunting unique.

First, coelacanths have a hinge in their skull, called an intracranial joint, that lets them open their mouth more than would be possible with just their jaw.

Second, they display an interesting behavior when feeding, where they will float with their head pointed down, almost like they're doing a headstand. They do this while floating along catching prey, and it seems to be working out for them.

Third, coelacanths have a sixth sense! They have an organ in their snout called a rostral organ that functions as an electrosensor to help locate their prey by detecting the electrical signals given off by other animals!

They truly are a unique animal. They even have a caudal (tail) fin with three lobes instead of the two-lobed tail that is common in many fish.

(source for this diagram)

And here you can see the three-lobed caudal fin on a real coelacanth (and also you can have a reminder of how big these guys are. They are not little fish)

It seems coelacanths also have more similarities to their relatives, the lungfish, than we used to think. It turns out coelacanths have a vestigial lung! They have a lung that they don’t use anymore! It��s all shrivelled and wrinkly but it’s there!

They also have a spiral shaped intestine! Some sharks have this too, it’s basically shaped like a spiral to increase surface area for maximum nutrient absorption.

Another way they differ from many other fish is their swim bladder, which is how they control their buoyancy! In most fish the swim bladder is filled with gas, but coelacanths' swim bladders are filled with oil and fat instead!

Coelacanths are also the proud owners of notochords! They don’t have backbones, they’re so old they were around before animals had backbones and they just never got one, they still have their oil filled notochords! Don't fix it if it's not broken, right?

Also, just in case you were wondering, they would not taste good, they are full of all sorts of oils (as mentioned in the above two facts), plus they do have very hard and rough scales. (But also even if they did taste good it would be a bad idea to eat them since there aren't a lot of them left and it's generally considered bad to eat endangered species)

Well, that's the end of my coelacanth facts, so if you took the time to read this whole long post that was just me talking about my favorite animal, thanks for sticking around! Here, have some bonus content!

Coelacanths make a guest appearance in Atlantis: the Lost Empire!

I like seeing them in the movie so I ignore they weren’t discovered when the film takes place in 1914 (easy to ignore) and that they wouldn’t survive the trip to the surface due to the immense pressure change (less easy to ignore but I do it anyway) :)

My friend @thelunarbee even crocheted me one for a Christmas present :’) his name is Milo and I love him so so much

I also drew a coelacanth a while ago, here's where I posted it if you want to see it :) (I mean, I draw coelacanths all the time but those are mostly doodles, this one I actually put effort into)

Alright that's all I have to say, but I hope you liked the coelacanth facts and remember, if coelacanths can survive for 400 million years, you can make it through today. Be kind to yourself :)

[imabeautifulbutterfly]

The Gym Membership - Part 43 (Crosshair)

Summary: Layla let's something slip.

A/N: Hello Lovelies,

I am so sorry for being MIA. I was on vacation for two weeks and then last week was just crazy busy, I didn't get a chance to do any editing or upload anything. Plus this week I just found out I have 700 followers!!! I know it's crazy!

I'm sure it's a glitch, but if it stays that way by mid-August, I'll do another follower celebration.

In the meantime, I hope everyone is doing well. Please know you are all loved.

Special thank you, to the one and only @firstofficerwiggles thank you for beta reading last minute. Love oo.

Love oo

Warnings: Joking, banter, laughing, flirting adjacent, discussions of poor cooking skills. I think that's it, if I miss any warnings, please let me know.

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He chuckled, remembering Avery’s kitchen disasters, “She never made me curry, but she did try making this weird sort of tin can tuna fillet. I’m not sure if she followed a recipe or just went off the top of her head, all I know is that it tasted metallic, spongy and dry at the same time … it … it wasn’t good. I didn’t want to upset her, so I did my best to eat it. Only it backfired on me, when she saw that I ‘ate it with gusto,’ according to her, she kept serving me again and again. By the end, I was running to the bathroom every five minutes. After that, I told her I’d do all the cooking from then on. Felt sorry for her unit, whenever she went out with one, she always insisted on cooking for them. I started telling them to make sure to have plenty of MREs and Imodium or Pepto-Bismol pills on hand.”

“MREs?”

“Military rations. Although we sometimes call them ‘meals, rarely edible’ or ‘meals rejected by everyone,’ it would give them fair warning at least. I often joked she should’ve gone undercover as a chef in one of the compounds; she would’ve done our work for us. With her there there’d be no need for us on the frontlines with her cooking at the helm, she could’ve killed the entire terrorist group with her cooking alone.”

“I honestly don’t know where she got her cooking skills from,” I wiped the tear that had escaped from laughing at Crosshair’s stories, “our mom was an amazing cook. Even my dad knew how to work a stove and a grill.” 

“She told me you taught her,” Crosshair smirked as his eyes found hers.

“That’s a lie. I am a brilliant cook, for your information. I tried to help her and regardless of the numerous times I tried, and Lord Almighty knows I tried, to teach Avery how to cook and even with me standing right beside her, reading out the recipe and to this day I have no idea how she did it, but every time, she screwed up badly. I washed my hands clean of her cooking a long time ago.” I chuckled.

“Right, and I’m just supposed to believe you’re a great cook?,” his tone was sarcastic and bitter, yet it didn’t hit as hard due to the smile that appeared on his face.

“I am a great cook. In fact, I’ll make a deal with you,” I made sure to put on my proudest smuggest face possible.

Crosshair narrowed his eyes as he tilted his head, “What kind of deal?”

“The kind that benefits me greatly, obviously,” I teased. “I have a few things that need to be fixed at my place, nothing major, you know shower head that won’t stop leaking, a window that gets stuck, and maybe a toilet that sounds weird when I flush.”

“Do I look like a handyman to you?”

“No, of course not. That would mean you’d be competent.”

“You want to discuss competency?”

“I mean sure you’re great with weapons, and making yourself look hot in a t-shirt, but I mean really what is that? How does that benefit anyone?”

“Clearly it benefited you, if you noticed.” Crosshair smirked.

“Excuse me, I noticed simply because … you were in my line of sight.”

“Oh really? Cause if I remember correctly, there was a suspiciously identical woman as you sitting at Mel’s table that couldn’t help turning her head every time I threw an axe. Nor did I miss those oh so subtle glances at Hunter’s BBQ.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, all I did was simply make sure you weren’t killing someone while you were throwing an axe at the Battle Axe or whatever, and the glances at the BBQ were just to make sure you were properly hydrated.”

“I see. You were keeping your eye on me for everyone else’s benefit and for my health, is that it?”

“Obviously” I chewed the inside of my cheek, doing my best to avoid smiling at his smirk.

“Well then on behalf of everyone, thank you for taking such good care of me … by keeping an eye on this hot body. However, I would appreciate it if you refrain from undressing me with your eyes, that might be taking it a bit too far.” His eyebrow quirked as he popped in a toothpick fighting back a taunting smile.

“Hold on.” I lifted my finger, a little annoyed with his accusation when he was no better, “Who was undressing who? Let me tell you something buddy, do you think all your subtle glances went unnoticed? Cause let me tell you they were noticed.”

He smirked as he leaned further on the desk, twirling his toothpick in his mouth. “So Mel noticed and told you, right? Because let’s face it you aren’t one to notice a house on fire. For a lawyer, you lack observational skills.”

My mouth gaped open, “That is neither here nor there, and excuse you, but I have observational skills when it’s something worth observing.” I held up my hands waving them, “You know what, we’re getting off-topic.” I let out a sigh as I looked at him shaking my head, how he was able to irritate me and still look good doing it, was really annoying. I huffed, before a smirk appeared on my lips against my will, “Listen the point is, I am in need of help with some things around my place that needs fixing, you do that and I’ll prepare a meal that will … no, that shall restore my family’s honour.”

Crosshair let out a loud laugh at Layla’s description, he didn’t even have to think twice he knew his Avery was a disaster in the kitchen, “Well at least she was talented in other aspects,” he smirked.

“I don’t want to know, and judging from that smirk, I really don’t want to know. But yes, thank goodness she was organized and a brilliant investigator.”

“She certainly knew what she was doing in bed…”

“Stop!” I held up both my hands in front of my face, “There are certain things I will never need to know about my sister. That is one of them.”

“Fair enough” Crosshair chuckled, “So when do you need these things fixed?”

“When can you come over?”

“This weekend?”

“Great”

“Good”

“Fine”

“Done”

“You always have to have the last word don’t you?”

“This coming from the person who can’t let me have the last word”

“What? I’m totally letting you have the last word”

“Really?”

“Of course”

“When?”

“Now”

“Now?”

“Yes”

“Don’t believe you”

“You are so infuriating”

“Yet you find me hot”

“You’re never going to let that go, are you?”

“Hmmm, nope”

“Alright, well this has been fun” I stood grabbing my bag, smirking at his idiocy. “You really are a pain in the ass, you know that.”

“Yeah, but that’s why everyone loves me, they try to deny it, but eventually they all cave in.”

“Mmhmm, anyway I’ll see you this weekend.”

“Sounds good, I’ll be there around 5?”

“That works” my hand rested on the doorknob of his office, “Oh any dietary restrictions?”

“Nope.”

“Okay, then see you Saturday”

“Saturday”

I wanted to say one more thing just to irritate him, but I let it go. I just nodded in agreement and went out the door. I could feel my heart beating faster as I replayed our conversation in my head. Maybe I was just nervous about getting to know him better, that would make sense, right? Ugh, why did I make the comment about how hot he looked?

There was nothing I could do, the words had gone out of my mouth and he would no doubt enjoy teasing me for a long time about it. 

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[writing-neverheardofher]

The corner of a gala is the best place to make a friend. pt1

Gala’s were typically tedious and terrible. But you promised your million dollar friend James Anderson to go with him because and you quote, “If I bring someone then I have to leave with you so others will no to back off ya know?” Which, no, no you don’t. Bruce Wayne dose that all the time, you could just respectfully tell the girl no, you don’t want to take her home cause you have no interest in sex. But that would be way to hard for you computer nerd friend so here you are, standing near the corner waiting for 2am to it so you can go over and drag your friend out. It was almost clock work at this point. 

Almost to the point that the press started calling you his Cinderlla, always forcing him to leave. You didn’t care, as long as you got your Jet’s Pizza or some fancy tuna afterwards you’d attend these stupid events. Which brings you back to today. One of Gotham’s elites was hosting some kind of fancy party, for what you didn’t remember or care about, and anyone who was worth anything was here. Which meant you got your three glasses of champaign and went to the corner. 

You noticed Bruce Wayne come through the huge double doors, (three kids trailing behind him) because who wouldn’t, most of the crowd drifted closer to him imminently. Swarming the man with charming fake smiles and way to happy to be here conversations. An hour passed, James came to check up on you once and refill one of you glasses before he was sucked back into anther fake conversation. 

“What a great way to spend a Friday night.” You mumble to yourself. 

“I’ll have to disagree with you,” a young voice sounded beside you, startling you to almost drop one of your glasses. You turned to look down at Damion Wayne, staring back up at you, frowning, “I’d much rather be reading a book with my pets.” 

You initial shock set aside you smile slightly and the weirdness, “Really? I think I’d rather be eating Jet’s and watching a Disney movie. Good way to destress without giving myself a headache. But books are nice too.” 

Damion nodded courtly, I’m Damion Wayne, Bruce Wayne’s only blood son.” He stuck out his hand for yours. 

“F/N L/N?” You responded slowly, suddenly wondering why he was giving you a formal interdiction, firm handshake and all. Or as firm as a 12 year old hand shake could be. 

“Father says it’s rude if I don’t interduce myself to new people, hence.” He took his hand back and made a back and forth gesture. 

“Ah, that.. makes sense?” You smiled and chuckled to yourself. This kids was a good kinda weird. James would like him. 

“Are we friends now? I’m going to be in school soon, so I figured I should learn how to make friends with other humans.” He went back to staring out at the crowd of people mingling about. 

“Umm, sure.” You responded, not quite sure of yourself, “although, word of advice, it might help if you didn’t call other humans. Makes them feel weird.” 

“Did it make you feel weird.” 

You blinked for a moment before thinking about it, “No, not really. But I’m weird, don’t use me as an example.” 

Damion turned back to you, looking very serious, “I shall take that information and carry it to farther conversation.” 

You made a questioning hum in the back of your throat. 

“Well,” Damion spoke, a little sheepishly now, “we are friends now. And friends have conversation regularly right?” He turned to look down at his shoes. 

You smiled teeth and all, “Of course they do, friend.” 

His head whipped up to you, you turned to look back at him. Now both smiling in the corner of a gala neither of you wanted to attend. 

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pt2

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[seaside-writings]

Hello, again all you wonderfully, wicked people!

As we know black cats are an essential part of the spooky season as well as an essential part of everyday life! So in honor of that, I made a prompt list dedicated to one of my favorite black cats Salem Saberhagen, who in my opinion had some of the most iconic dialogue in TV history!

I hope you all like this prompt list, and I hope it helps you create! And if you do use it, please credit/tag me so I can check out what you've made!

I hope you all stay blessed and safe throughout your day.

Lots of Love & Wishes: Celia 🖤🎃🕸🔮

P.s. I did change some of the dialogue so it would flow easier when it came to writing for different types of characters.

“You’re the only one who understands me,” “Yeah, but it doesn’t mean I care,” - “What are you doing?” “Nothing!” “You’re in a chatroom again pretending to be a woman, aren’t you?” “I like the attention.” - “I have lighted the fuse. Now I just have to wait for the kapowie! Muahahaha!” - “I'm sorry. I didn't want to hurt you; I just wanted to rule you,” - “You’ll be able to look back on all of this and get revenge,” - “Show me the tuna!” - "I never cared for the name Mildred," - “And let’s give a big warm welcome to sadness,” - “Someone’s gonna end up crying. Probably me,” - “Finally, someone whose life is more pathetic than mine!” - “You don't have to order me a pizza, but make it half sausage, half clam,” - “I need a little fresh air and a latte,”

“As long as you drop everything and stay focused on me, I should be fine,” - “Dogs guard. Cats watch and judge,” - “When I’m happy, I eat! When I’m upset, I eat!” - “Hooray, the toast is stuck! Danger, here I come!” - “They left behind. Be strong. Don’t cry,” - “Still want to take over the world?" - "Cheetos should be served at room temperature, you know,” - “Curse my sarcastic nature!” - “If you misbehave for just one instant, I’ll cut you, man,” - “Dear lord, you picked up a guy at the bus station,” - “It's the 90s, no one eats mortals anymore,” - “I’m rich! Rich, I tell you!” It’s only a few hundred dollars,” “I’m well-off! Well-off, I tell you!” - “Let's destroy everything that's dear to him. Let's indoctrinate him into the cathedral of agony,” “I'm going to write him a very stern letter,” “You're a regular Mad Max, aren't you?” - “A tassel! Don’t you toy with me, you saucy minx!” - “Wow, you must feel like a huge loser,” - “Would you be terribly upset if I threw up in one of your shoes?” - “You laugh, you die,” - “I will not be ignored!” - “All I’ve done all day is eat, sleep, and stare off into space. What an awful existence,” “Hey! I don’t dump on your lifestyle," - “Could you either remove the bandages or kill me?” - “Sorry, thirty waffles is my limit,” - “You think a mirrored ceiling would be too much?” - “Why didn’t you stop them!?” “I was busy,” “Doing what!?” “Playing with my scrunchie,” - “We need a plan,” “How about we weep uncontrollably,” - “I urge you to accept me as your ruler!” - “I’ll be having a quiet weekend, curled up with Memoirs Of A Geisha,” - “Delivery. I want a pizza as fast as possible! And don’t forget the crazy bread!” - “And your face is a bit of a trainwreck too,” - “Tell Elton John he can’t start singing now,” - “I wasn’t always the stud muffin I am today,”

“You owe her an apology. Now! “I’m thinking of how to word it,” “Try 'I’m sorry,'” “Somehow, that just doesn’t feel right…” - “I’d rather be locked in the dishwasher again,” - “Does she know who you are?” “Why does everyone think that’s a necessary part of love,” - “I’m the ultimate bad example,” - “Don’t ask me, I was an English major,” - “Hey, leave the sarcasm to the professionals,” - “Get a real job. And some pants,” - “I’m a cat, I’m curious, so kill me,” - “Still want to take over the world?” “Yes! Wait, no! I meant no!” - “I’d be more nervous if I weren’t so good-looking,” - “Hey chicks, what’s the haps?” - “I’m trying to set the world record for grooving,” - “Sometimes I just like to hear myself talk,” - “You know me any excuse to wear taffeta,” - “Oh, right, I forgot. I’m an animal, I have no self-control,” - “Why am I finding it hard to summon sympathy?” - “Wow, I love a woman who can take charge!” - “I’ll be downstairs creating a distraction,” - “I’m trying to concentrate on expanding my intellectual horizons,” - “Wake up, woman! You’re not a princess, you’re a dragon!” - “Her new obsession is doing wonders for my wardrobe!” - “Please hurry! I’ve been in here for over an hour!” “Why didn’t you call us sooner?” “It wasn’t a problem until I ran out of peanut brittle!” - “So it's true. Taste does skip a generation,” - “I want to say something wise and wonderful right now, but I can't think of anything. Except I love you, and I hope the band knows some Ohio Player,” - “BOO!” “You look ridiculous,” “You were terrified, and you know it,” - “Halloween. Is it just another date on the calendar, or is a state of mind, or is a state of… being?”

[twilightmalachite]

Kanata Shinkai - A Walk With Me

Author: Yuumasu

Characters: Kanata, Izumi, Shinobu, Kaoru, Souma, Shu

Translator: Mika Enstars

Proofer: Kirin

"A tiger, a shark, and a mackerel…? Ugh, I’m getting confused de gozaru~…"

Season: Summer

Location: Staff Canteen

Kanata: Sea bass, flathead, eel~…♪ Whiting, sweetfish, marlin, tuna~…♪

Izumi: What kinda song is that? Strangely catchy…

But seriously, why are we here? How is this an OCEANS activity?

Shinobu: That would be because the Summer Fish Fair has begun here at the employee canteen!

Izumi: I’m aware. But isn’t this circle for getting in touch with sea creatures? This is completely unrelated.

Kaoru: Well, something like this once in a while can’t hurt, right? You can deepen your knowledge about seasonal fish by eating them!

Or whatever, I just tried listing some formal reasons. First of all, food tastes better when you eat together with everyone… Second of all, we can share our thoughts on it too.

Izumi: You of all people are saying this, Kao-kun? I thought being around men “grossed you out”.

Kaoru: That was uncalled for… Souma-kun, we're over here!

Souma: Sorry for making you all wait. I contemplated for a long time on which one to eat.

Kaoru: Fair enough, the menu has quite the selection, isn’t there? Now that we’re all here, let's sit down.

Izumi: Looks like the sofa seats… Are all taken. There’s empty table seats, so should I borrow some chairs from elsewhere?

Shinobu: Heheh, I thought you’d say that, so I’ve got them borrowed already…! ♪

Izumi: How thoughtful of you, such a good boy!

Huh, Shinkai? You also brought one? We have no need for it, so go and put it back.

Kanata: No, “six” is good. Because today, we have a “guest”!

Souma: Hmm? What did you pull out of your bag… A stuffed animal?

Kanata: Nice to meet you, I’m “Mister Blue-nurse Sand Tiger”. ♪

Shinobu: A blue tiger? But it looks like a shark to me, though…?

Kanata: “Blue Nurse Sand Tiger” is indeed a “shark”. It is a “mackerel” shark.

Shinobu: A tiger, a shark, and a mackerel…? Ugh, I’m getting confused de gozaru~…

Kanata: Back in the day, “sharks” used to have been called “dragons”, too. Some sharks are named that too, as a sort of “remnant”.[1]

“Mister Blue-nurse Sand Tiger” here was given to me by Chiaki.

He happened to see it while at the “game center”. He got it for me since he thought I’d like it.

Kaoru: So that’s why you’re attached to it and carrying it around with you? Moricchi’s present must mean a lot to you, huh!

Izumi: If it means so much to you, at least give it a more refined name. Naru-kun too basically named her cat, “kitty”.[2] But you wouldn’t normally give a human the name of “human”, would you?

Kanata: A more refined “name”? I wonder what would be good, hmm…?

Shinobu: Well, he’s white, shiro, so… Ah, how about “Shironosuke”?[3]

Souma: A fine name. It’s much like one for a Japanese boy.

Kanata: It is good, I like it. I am glad I was able to get you a nice “name”, “Shironosuke”.

All right. From now on, I will take you to all sorts of places with me, okay? …♪

Izumi: I don’t think that’s any different from his original name… What do you think, Kao-kun?

Kaoru: Ahaha, well if the guy likes it, then that’s good enough, right?

Location: ES Hallway

1 hour later…

Kanata: Ufufu, I’m glad everyone got to “meet” you. That means you’re part of “OCEANS” now too, “Shironosuke”.

The “weather” is good today, so let's go for a swim at the “hanging garden”.

“Plushies” can't “puka puka” though, so please watch from the side instead.

Hm? Your “pectoral fins” have gotten longer... Are you growing bigger, “Shironosuke”?

(…Oh. The seam tore, and stuffing is sticking out.)

(This is bad. I have to fix up “Shironosuke”…)

Location: Dressing Room

In the ES building's Dressing Room…

(Hmm~… I thought I could fix him from what I had learned in “home economics” class, but…)

(“Repairing “something like a “plushie” is really hard. The “seams” keep opening and even more “stuffing” falls out.)

Shu: …Oh, Kanata. It's rare to see you here.

Kanata: Shu~…

Shu: What's gotten you so sad? That cotton… A plush?

Kanata: Mhm… I tried to “stitch” him back up, but it's not turning out right…

“Shironosuke” will turn out flat at this rate… Shu, can you fix him?

Shu: Of course. Trial and error when it comes to unfamiliar things only makes things worse. You should have asked me from the start, like you did with Shachitaro.[3]

Wait right there. It won't take long to stitch him back up.

Kanata: Understood. You remember “Shachitaro”, Shu?

Shu: Well, you visiting the handicraft room was a rare occurrence… Hrm.

He's called Shironosuke, correct? So how come he's become so dirty?

Kanata: That's because I carry him around with me. He’s all white so the “dirt” ends up standing out no matter what I do.

But no need to “worry” He gets all cleaned up with the “washing machine” and “dryer” every night.

Shu: Non! Absolutely not, Kanata, it's necessary for stuffed animals to be hand-washed.

Things like this are generally cheaply-made in the first place. It is not suited to be carried around.

Kanata: Mm, but I promised him I would take him to all sorts of places… That's unfortunate.

I'm sorry, “Shironosuke”. You'll have to "stay" back in the "room" from now on.

Shu: That's what will be best for this kid. Handle him with utmost care, as you would family.

The repair has finished. Take this as a present from me. When you leave home, let him rest on this cushion.

Kanata: Uwah, thank you so much…♪ It’s handmade by Shu, you know~. Isn't this great, “Shironosuke”? ♪

We won't be able to “go out” together anymore, but I'll make sure to bring back plenty of “stories”, alright?

Stay put and be a good boy, okay, “Shironosuke”?…♪

The Japanese name for Kanata’s plush is “Shirowani”. Wani (鰐) means “dragon”, or “sea monster”. As sharks were literally a dragon-like sea monster, they were often called that. Same goes for crocodiles as well; the Japanese word for them is still wani (ワニ).

Arashi’s cat’s name is “Nyanko”, a portmanteau of “nyan” (meow) and “ko” (child). It’s basically the language equivalent of “kitty”, sort of like how Rei calls Koga “wanko”, or “puppy”.

The original text doesn’t reference the plushy’s tummy, and instead works off of the “shiro” from “Shirowani”, the japanese name. I decided to not localize the plushie’s name, since I think names are important.

Shachi (シャチ) means Orca.

[shinwoonoh]

it’s ep 4 of the eighth sense and i still don’t believe jaewon is in therapy. 

i asked myself why? why, when it’s getting quite obvious that jaewon is in therapy, from the woman accusing him of just being here for the drugs and to jaewon stating his parents forced him to come here 10 years ago. he sits there on a couch for four as a silhouette. the water is clear and glowing behind him. she essentially tells him to spit it out for god’s sake, says he has depression, and jaewon tells her i’m getting sick of myself wearing a mask when I’m dealing with others.

(or a deeply personal piece about my experiences with being asian and the idea of therapy, all prompted by the privilege of getting to experience the eighth sense) 

[tw: depression, suicide ideation, ptsd]

i’m first generation chinese canadian and queer. my sister has depression, had thoughts of suicide, all while i myself was being emotionally and verbally abused at work. it’s been 5 years but when i drive by a white toyota 4runner (because that’s the car they drove), i’m still gripped with fear. i can only stare straight ahead hoping to god it’s not them it’s not them it’s not. i want to drive the other way onto oncoming traffic 

i told my mom then, that my sister needs help - a doctor, therapy, - call the goddamn pastor from church - anything. 

she told me, what use is therapy going to do?

my mom was a registered nurse. when i was a kid, she used to bring me with her on her night shifts and i’d eat tuna croissant sandwiches with the seniors in front of the biggest television box i’ve ever seen in my life. cross legged on the floor because the po po’s and gong gong’s took all the chairs. she told me if old white ladies ask for kleenex and you give them toilet paper, they’ll be mad. it’s different here. 

so it’s ep 4 of the eighth sense and i don’t believe therapy exists in the minds of asian people and culture

i took a new job. vowed not to make friends at work. clock in clock out. gave limited info when coworkers asked questions. smiled and giggled. i observed and mimicked behaviour that would let me fit in. i learned how to hug someone when they were upset (tight and long, soothe their backs with open palms) even though i didn’t want to hug anyone, let alone have anyone touch me anywhere that was soft

i was masking. 

been masking. for a long time.

i fit in so well, everyone likes me. i’ve been told i’m the favourite by pretty much everyone. hell, i’ve had coworkers fighting over me, told i can do and say no wrong. i’m not trying to brag. i hate being the centre of attention. i steer conversation immediately to the other person so i don’t have to talk about myself too much. just enough to seem normal, to look human - to be liked. 

(even as i’m writing this, there are too many words and paragraphs about me, why would anyone read this? y’all are here for the eighth sense but i’m going on like a celebrity writing their autobiography about their tragic childhood and how they were able to rise above - so, okay, i should start sprinkling in some actual t8s content analysis, for god’s sake)

jaewon says i want to free myself from human relationships

what happened to jaewon? we don’t know entirely yet. but everybody loves jaewon. the teacher will give him a good mark because he likes jaewon. everybody in class wants him to be their project partner and everybody’s missed him since he’s been away in the army please hang out with us jaewon let’s go drinking jaewon you better show up jaewon or it would be a shame, jaewon you are so likeable loveable cool lucky don’t worry about jaewon he’s got everything going on for him

then he meets jihyun and i think jaewon has a hard time finding the right mask to put on to deal with the freshman. and he slips a lot. when he starts to talk about his brother, after eunji shows up because of taehyung’s scheming, when jihyun repeatedly corrects him that it’s jaewon that wants to be friends - not him. and finally when he kisses jihyun

he’s having such a hard time and he slips up so bad, that the next safest option is to mask right back up

oh jaewon was drunk he has a habit of kissing and yeah he’ll join them after he helps yoon won wrap things up he’s the new best friend so let’s have a meal together with jihyun and his roommate next time

3 years into my new job, someone returns to the company and we become friends, on a soulmate level. i think i was in love with her - i definitely had a crush on her. but anyways, somehow i see her and i was suddenly all sorts of things because of her. i start to look forward to work. i add my coworkers on facebook and ig. we go to parties with our bosses and a few of us go on a couple of road trips even though the pandemic is blazing in the background  

she saw me, even when i didn’t want to be seen. i remember getting a particularly anxiety-inducing email from my previous job. i’m in the staff room sitting quietly, staring at my feet. i try to breathe. 

i’m alone for the whole of it but i emerge from the room again. ready to leave for the day and somehow, my friend sees me. asks me what’s wrong?

how did she know? i didn’t cry. i looked in the mirror before i came out. i didn’t even say anything to her. but i tell her, quietly at first and then easily and then finally with so much - so. much. honesty.

she tells me i get it. of course you feel that way. why wouldn’t you feel that way? it’s completely understandable. i know you. 

we hug. it’s one of the best hugs i’ve ever received. 

she leaves for another job. i try to go on, all open and soft parts exposed. but little by little, i go back into my shell. 

why would i want to show the entirety of myself? all the bits of me are all the ways i can embarrass myself, expose myself, show myself to people who will take what i show and twist and move it all in a way that becomes unrecognizable and uncontrollable

so i mask

but it’s goddamn tiring and exhausting. jaewon is exhausted. you see it in his eyes as he stares off out into nowhere when jihyun tells him his name. when they’re sitting in the train, and he’s smiling at jihyun at first and then jihyun’s smile falls open, and we see jaewon’s expression: there’s a downward movement to his lips. it’s so miniscule. maybe i’m imagining it

but that’s the moment i think jihyun sees when he tells aeri he ran into jaewon sunbae yesterday, and he didn’t look okay.

what was i talking about? oh yes, therapy and being asian and how disconnected that is to me. nobody asian goes to therapy. i can hear all the aunties and my popo saying sometimes doctors are wrong and medicine isn’t going to help. my grandma didn’t believe my grandpa had dementia and alzheimer’s even to the last minute of his death and past it. she said he was annoying and stupid when he forgot where he put his ring or when he would leave the stove on until a hole burnt through the pot.

in the farewell, a story about a chinese family that lied to their aging matriarch that she didn’t have terminal lung cancer. all of them flew back to china for a rushed and premature marriage, used as an excuse to go tearily say goodbye to their soon-to-be dead grandma/mom/mother in law, etc. the juxtaposition of them celebrating a happy marriage while crying on stage to her about her for her as she claps with happiness and pride, but also with confusion, is funny. they never tell her. and she miraculously is cured of cancer. it’s like she never had it. they lied to her because they wanted her to be happy. be happy so she wouldn’t die. 

so what good will medicine, let alone, therapy do? just be happy. easy, right?

i hope jaewon continues to open up. i hope he finds that soulmate of his, maybe in jihyun, maybe in himself. i know opening up and unmasking is scary. but also masking is so uncomfortable that i want to crawl out of my skin. it’s alienating and lonely. 

even writing all of this out, i still don’t think jaewon is in actual therapy. i’ve never seen it personally in asian media. so i think it’s so sad that when i’m being given a beautiful example of a korean person in korea going to therapy or whatever type of appointment relationship agreement this is where jaewon gets asked what’s bothering him and he answers truthfully and almost painlessly. like he’s been doing this for 10 years. 

and i don’t believe it. it’s so fucked up that i don’t believe it. i keep thinking when will the rug be pulled out from under me? surely there’s no such thing as an asian person going to therapy. fuck, evelyn travelled through the multiverse and there’s not one of her in therapy 

but it’s right there in front of my own eyes: jaewon getting counselled and advised, she has a notebook, an aquarium to look at when you’re nervous, big round metal balls to stare right back at you when you need a distraction and it’s been 10 years. i watched it all with the same eyes that saw my parents fight and punch holes in the wall before going to couple retreats at church and coming back stronger than ever. the last time i saw them fight, i was in high school. even as my sister finally spoke to her doctor and she saw a therapist, then a psychiatrist and now she’s on medication and she’s doing better. i’m not afraid she’s going to hurt herself anymore. my soulmate sees a counsellor and messages me randomly and it’s so eerily weird when she knows i’m struggling even when we’re a mountain apart

it’s all in front of me. but i don't believe it. 

[squishbee]

Gorgeous 🍎 (Vil x reader song ficlet thing)

now playing:

Gorgeous - Taylor Swift

0:01 ❍─────── 3:32

🎵You should take it as a compliment that I'm talking to everyone here but you 🎵

You and Grim managed to bring all the dorms together to have a party. There wasn’t a specific reason it was just a fun thing you wanted to do. You bribed Grim to hand out invitations to all the dorm leaders in exchange for tuna. Out of all the breathtaking men there, one in particular had your interest in his grasp. Vil Schoenheit

🎵If you've got a girlfriend, I'm jealous of her. But if you're single that's honestly worse. 'Cause you're so gorgeous it actually hurts 🎵

You haven’t had many interactions with the Pomefiore leader yet so you didn’t know much about him, besides general info everyone knew. You hoped he didn’t belong to someone already, but you would be shocked if he didn’t.

🎵 Ocean blue eyes looking in mine. I feel like I might sink and drown and die 🎵

You must have been staring at him for too long, because he felt it. He turns and captivates your gaze with his eyes. After a few long seconds of looking into each other, he gives a slight polite smile.

🎵You're so gorgeous, I can't say anything to your face 🎵

Should you go over and greet him? It would be normal to do since you are the host of the party. His beauty is just so intimidating.

🎵 And I'm so furious at you for making me feel this way. But what can I say? You're gorgeous 🎵

Ugh, how dare he have such charming looks. It almost feels like a crime. Feeling so torn, unsure how to converse with him. Just do it. Worst he can say is no, right? Rejection sure is scary though.

You walk up to him and give somewhat of a friendly bow. “I’m so glad you and your dorm decided to come. I hope the party is to your liking.” You tell him. You were so nervous in the back of your mind. “It is quite nice, but could use some more purple decorations.” He says half serious-half jokingly. “Well, I’ll try to remember next time.” You say with a laugh

🎵You make me so happy, it turns back to sad, yeah. There's nothing I hate more than what I can't have🎵

He’s a celebrity. What chance do you even have with him romantically? Thoughts like that eating you up inside change the moment to bittersweet. After the small interaction, you went back to hanging out with your friends, Ace and Deuce. You weren’t sure how to keep going after squashing your own confidence, so you left things short and polite.

🎵Guess I’ll just stumble on home to my cats alone🎵

After Ace and Deuce helped you clean up once the party was over, you and Grim headed back to the Ramshackle dorm. It was more like your home than a dorm at this point, since you had nowhere else to go.

You did your nightly routines then laid down in bed. When sleep was about to take over, your phone dinged. It was from Vil (all of the students numbers are programmed in your phone in case you need help).

Vil: You’re so gorgeous💜 I can’t say anything to your face

Was this him texting a confession?

You: Huh?

Vil: I’m sorry if this seems out of nowhere, but you intrigue me. Getting to talk to you face-to-face, even briefly, makes me want to know you more.

It seems you weren’t the only one unsure how to speak at the party today.

You: Wow. I was feeling the same way. That’s why I barely said anything because I was nervous 😳

Vil: Well if you’d like to get over that nervousness, hang out with me tomorrow. I know a good coffee spot

You: I’d love to that sounds so fun

Vil: See you tomorrow then,

gorgeous

[arpmemething2]

Victorious starters

Send one for my muse’s reaction...   Feel free to change pronouns as needed.

"I like waffles."

"Are you done with your little sabotage game?"

"Is it eating tuna fish on a ferris wheel? ...Cause I did that once, and I threw up on a bird."

"You were invading my privacy!"

"This is a car. The car...of the future!"

"I thought he was homeless."

"You have a pimple under your arm."

"Please go take a shower."

"I was choking on a pretzel!"

"Hey, waddup, girl? You got a numb tongue?"

"So what do you want with us?"

"I just made 2 little girls scream and run away with their cookies."

"I'm gonna grab him and wrestle him to the ground."

"Oh, great, so she gets an A- and I get a broken eye and a black nose"

"DO NOT LICK THE BALLOONS!!!"

"That's not my only plan... Someday I'd like to plant a vegetable garden"

"Yep, I've got the talent and she's got the strong teeth. You know, she's never had one cavity."

"Is that mac and cheese?"

"I get nervous when my brother eats things that aren't food. ...Seriously, I think he ate my charm bracelet."

"I'm a tutor, and I don't like to talk about things I do at my house!"

"You were with another puppet."

"I've been telling you people she's stupid, but did anyone believe me?"

"She's not supposed to be laughing on the bunny!"

"Is there some reason your brother replaced his seat belt with a rope?"

"I've got a gun!"

"Ok, I believe you! Don't hit me!"

"I squirted hot cheese all over my friend and her current boyfriend, who was my ex-boyfriend, and then I kissed him right in front of her, which I felt really bad about. But then it was okay, 'cause she punched me right in the face."

"You pay extra for the sushi and you pay the extra money."

"Well, you're dressed in sad colors, and you were playing a sad song... oh, and you're wearing a button that says, "I'm sad, ask me why.""

"She threw a rock at me."

"I don't think you can, I'm pretty scrappy."

"Tell your puppet to quit being mean to me!"

"Fish pee, you are drinking fish pee."

"We can only blame the earth."

"Aw, you want me to tickle your tummy?"

"I'll give you this dollar to get to the point."

"That is some juicy coughing and hacking."

"Its going to be the first time she's left the house in six years."

"WILL YOU KILL THE DISCO?!!"

"Hey. Look at the new costume I made. Can you guess who I am?"

"I don't want to be doinked, I'm not ready!"

"Is it a transporter from the future that can beam you to another table, because if it is, what button do I push?"

"Shut up! I'm opening a Christmas Present!"

"I AM A POLICE OFFICER!"

"I have a MUSTACHE...and I think I like it."

"Look at my tounge It's massive!"

"I can't handle being trapped like this. We're like animals!"

"We're blondes! Wooo! We're like princesses!"

"I bet SHE'S been stung by a bee."

"How do you know so much about animal hospitals?"

"Haven't you ever wondered what it's like to be a blonde?"

"Free hugs! I want to give free hugs!"

"Aw it's okay. I read on the Internet that coffee works great for getting rid of fur bugs."

"Normal's boring."

"Oh, no, now I'll never win the prison beauty pageant!"

"I don't talk like that!"

"If you don't take your hands off me in two seconds, you won't have hands."

"BUTTERNUT! BUTTERNUT!"

"For so many years I prayed every night to be hotter. (pauses) ...THIS ISN'T WHAT I MEANT!!!"

"You don't have to be afraid to put your dreams in action!"

" Look! It's a little...ceramic guitar. I made it at Color me Pot."

"An escaped prisoner crashed through our window and was dragged out by Yerbian soldiers!"

"Who put my dog in a wedding dress?"

"Can I have my trombone back?"

"I thought caffeine makes you vibrate."

"Don't make that face."

"This Hambone battle is really scary."

"I admire how you're never afraid to say what you think."

"Oh, it's you two. I thought I smelled failure."

"You're all suspects."

"Why did you make them leave?"

"Nice piano."

"I'M FREE! I'M FREE!"

"Your mobile phone is once again mobile."

"Try not to talk."

"I use an appropriate amount of ketchup!"

"I don't wanna be gotten!"

"This is kidnapping!"

"SILENCE! I'll get you, my pretty and your little fish, too!"

"How come everyone's being all weird?"

"I spy a fly, with my little thigh!"

"Okay, I can picture me, sitting on a pony, wearing a bright purple hat. I-I was wearing the purple hat, not-not the pony. Do they even make pony hats? Anyway, I was looking fabu!"

"My hair color has nothing to do with my psychological problems!"

"Your daddy know how to shoot a bow and arrow with his foot?"

"Look, I just wanna say you guys make me sick."

"Sweating is gross, so I don't do it."

"I tell you, nothing warms my cockles more than lookin' at this magical pile of baby here!"

"You wanna see a kidnapper?! KIDNAPPER! Let go!"

"NO ONE can kill disco!"

"Oh, come on, for his ten year teaching anniversary you guys don't think he deserves a better present than a one cup coffe maker?"

"Aw, don't be sad, little one. I think your head looks great like that."

"She chewed through our leash!"

"I wanna live! There's things I've never tried! There's things I really, really, really wanna do!"

"You wanna get slapped with a sausage?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, were we all supposed to dress stupid today?"

"She can't get her boobs in the hamburger."

Just drag the body out by the dumpster and don't say nothing to nobody!

"Eat your pants!"

"I was just walking around and I saw this kite stuck in a bush and, and it's broken and someone needs to fix it!"

"What's that supposed to mean?!?!"

"No, this is my mean sister and her rude friend."

"You know, why don't I just lie on the floor so you can start kicking me?"

"Do you have any aspirin?"

"Oh my god!  Underwear that floats!"

"I have a science project due tomorrow. I have to turn in my mold bush."

"I have a mole on my bum shaped as a fish."

"NO! YOUR MOTHER GAVE BIRTH TO THE WRONG THING!!"

"Ok. I'll keep your dirty secret."

"She saw a Rabbi in a bikini eating pancakes"

" So, you just happened to have that wig here in your house?"

"Under "special skills" I put gymnastics and karate, and that made them think I could do stunts."

"What's THAT supposed to mean?!"

"Are those real cheekbones?"

"Why are you rubbing my boyfriend?"

"This one time I ate a hamburger and an hour later I started sneezing but i don't think it had anything to do with the hamburger."

[sparkagrace]

Hey Tej 💕 how are youuuuuuu?

Can I request 17 + Stucky for the spotify game? 😄

Galks! ❤️️❤️️❤️️ I'm sorry this took so long. I love the song that you've picked! This is a small follow up to the exes ficlet.

tags: exes to lovers, sarah rogers is a genius

Try to move on, but I know I’m a fool Any love that ain’t you is a love that ain’t true I thought I was strong, but my heart hasn't moved ‘Cause any love that ain't you is a love that ain’t true

—

Bucky should learn never to trust Sarah Rogers. 

She’s just like his Ma — meddling in things in the most innocent way — and the thing is, Bucky falls for it every single time. 

Bucky has spent enough time in the Rogers’ household to know that their bathroom has the worst pipes and Sarah’s been on her own most of the time Bucky’s known her so he’s gotten used to having basic plumbing knowledge down. He was thirteen the first time he helped his dad unclog a drain. Eight years later when he’d found a wire hanger and presented it to Steve, bending it into shape and then shoving it down the bath plug hole with little finesse, Steve had looked a little puzzled but when a wad of dirty drain hair was fished out, they had been triumphant. Then grossed out. 

Sarah wasn’t mad about the unclogging, but she was a little bit mad that Bucky and Steve threw the clump at each other and made a big mess at their big ages of 21. 

Suffice it to say, Bucky knows their plumbing is a nightmare so when Sarah Rogers calls in a panic, he gets over there as soon as he can (and if he was in the middle of a very tepid lunch date? No-one has to know). Sarah offers him a dozen apologies as she explains that the sink isn’t draining and she’s worried it’ll overflow. 

Half an hour later, she sets off into the kitchen to rustle up some sandwiches — remembering that Bucky’s favorite is tuna salad with pickles. He thinks he knows what the pipe issue is but the damn pipes are old and stiff, and it’s making him think all that work in the gym has been pointless. He’s relying on his phone torch, borrowed tools, and is in the middle of a YouTube video when he hears the front door opening and slamming shut.

“Ma! I told you I’d get the pipes fixed. Why’d you have to call a plumb—” Steve stops talking when he sees Bucky sitting on the floor by the sink. Bucky can’t go anywhere because there’s only one exit from the bathroom and he’s too tall to climb through the small window. 

“Hi,” Bucky says. 

“Hi.” The tone is soft and so tender that it makes Bucky’s hands grow clammy and he tries to explain what he’s doing in his ex-boyfriend’s mom’s bathroom in an undershirt and nice dress pants. Steve’s cheeks are red from the chill outside and he’s wearing basketball shorts and the tightest tee that Bucky’s ever seen. Apparently Steve is still buying clothing too small for his broad shoulders, and he’s clearly put on a little more muscle since Bucky saw him last. 

(Walking away from this very house because 23 felt too young for Bucky to move to another state for his boyfriend.)

“She called you?” Steve asks, but he doesn’t sound angry. He doesn’t even seem surprised. 

“I was nearby so I came over. You know how your pipes are.”

Steve nods and walks into the bathroom for a second before stepping back. “Uh, I’m gonna go speak to Ma. Um, it’s good to see you. Sorry that she made you come over.”

Bucky shrugs. “It’s okay. Anything for Sarah.”

Steve wanders off to find his mom and Bucky pretends he can’t hear the hushed arguing going on in the kitchen, until it finally stops and then Steve appears with a tuna salad sandwich on a plate and two soda cans.

“Mom said you gotta eat something.”

“I’m alright,” Bucky tries. Steve shakes his head and sits on the floor opposite him as he hands over the plate. 

“You eat and explain what the problem is. Maybe we can work it out together.”

Bucky can’t lie that he’s hungry since he left his date before it even got to the food stage, so hands Steve his phone with the YouTube video as he picks up one half of the sandwich and takes a bite. Sarah Rogers still makes the best tuna salad sandwiches (but don’t tell Winnie!). It hits Bucky with a weird sense of nostalgia that’s only a little bit sad. After all this time, he hadn’t imagined that he’d be back in the Rogers’ house again, eating a familiar sandwich opposite the love of— his ex-boyfriend.

He and Steve talk about the bathroom and fixes they’ve already attempted. Steve says it keeps clogging up but it’s never been this bad. He was going to figure it out but he had been apartment hunting and then needed to go for a run because the rent prices were driving him insane. 

In between all of that, Bucky offered him the other half of the sandwich and Steve picked out the pickles and put them back on the plate for Bucky to add to his half. They sit and talk about the things in between: Steve’s job, Bucky’s family, Alpine’s Instagram page, Washington DC… they tip-toe around their break up. Mostly.

“So, uh, did my mom tell you I’m single?”

Bucky lets out a small amused huff. “She did.”

“I figured,” Steve sighs with a small roll of his eyes. “I’m sorry. You know how my mom is. I think she was more upset we broke up than I—”

Steve stops his thought and Bucky feels the weight settle in his gut. 

“She wasn’t. I don’t know why I said that. It sucked.”

“Yeah, it did.” Bucky focuses on the pipes in front of him instead of the ache in his heart. Apparently three years apart isn’t enough to mask the pain that he thought was long buried. 

“Let’s try and figure this clog out, huh?” Steve says, pushing the empty plate away and trying to look beneath the sink. “I tried learning this stuff myself, y’know? For my ma.” But Bucky knows Steve’s always been better with admin stuff, not the practical bits. 

They decide to focus on the task at hand, and Bucky tries to ignore the fact that Steve still hums when he concentrates, and the dried sweat on his skin still smells similar but somehow different — like maybe New York is still trying to settle back into his bones and undo all the DC air. 

“Just so you know,” Steve starts. “I asked about you and then she ran into you in the grocery store two hours later, and she… thought maybe it was a sign.”

Bucky doesn’t know what to say to that, except: “We shared a cake.”

Steve smiles and shakes his head softly, as if it was expected because both Sarah and Bucky have a sweet tooth and would always split a cake whenever it was offered. Bucky hadn’t realized he missed that tradition.

“It’s loose!” Steve says, but before Bucky can even warn him, he twists the pipe and suddenly water is everywhere and the bucket that was supposed to sit underneath it is left on the side. 

They shriek and squeal as they scramble for the bucket because the sink is unclogged now, but it’s gross and they gag at the smell of the black sludge that’s covering the once-white tiles as it drains out. Steve slips and falls in his hurry, almost taking Bucky out too. Bucky manages to stay upright, but he takes a step backwards, trips over Steve’s foot and they end up in a weird, damp heap on the soaking wet tiles.

“This is… so gross,” Steve groans. “I think I’m going to be sick.”

Bucky starts laughing because he’s ruined his nicest dress pants and the smell is awful and he should be throwing up his tuna sandwich, but it’s the best time he’s had in a while. And then he realizes how sad that sentence is. 

Sarah’s face appears at the bathroom, surveying the state of her bathroom and the two grown adults who are sprawled over her tiles. 

“We found the clog, ma. We’ll get it cleaned up,” Steve says, waving her off. 

“Once you’re done, you can grab a shower and borrow some clothes, Bucky. I made a cake so please stay for a coffee.”

Bucky doesn’t have the energy to refuse and Steve doesn’t seem to have an issue with it either, so he just nods. Once they’ve stopped laughing and the smell has gone from gross to absolutely disgusting, Bucky clears out the pipe while Steve cleans the floor up.

Two hours later, Bucky’s showered and wearing an old hoodie and sweats of Steve’s, sitting around the Rogers’ dining table with coffee and sharing a slice of coffee cake with Sarah before he thinks maybe he should start heading home.

Steve walks him out and they stand on the porch for a few minutes, watching the sun setting behind the city. 

“I’m kinda hungry,” Steve says. “Wanna go for dinner?”

[sallysgrancanwrite]

Chapter Thirty-Eight

⚠️Warning: domestic violence.

Things slowed down at the Cafe by 10 AM so Chloe and Beth were given their break. They went in back to sit and have some coffee.

Beth asked again, “What happened yesterday? I’m asking as a friend who cares Chloe. I can’t help if you won’t let me.” Beth said.

“You can’t help me, that’s just it. I’m stuck in a brutally abusive marriage. No one can help me. If I leave he will kill me. That’s all there is to it. Y’all have been great but I’m not putting any of you in danger of his anger.”

“You still haven’t said what happened,” Beth said.

“He raped and beat me again. I was hurting and called Edith for help. I can’t call her everyday or every time he hurts me. I have to learn to manage somehow.” Chloe explained.

“Why do you think you have to do this alone? He’ll kill that baby if you aren’t careful.” Beth stated.

“I know Beth. I’m trying to be careful. As much as possible. I’m protecting the baby. I don’t let him get a punch in my stomach.”

“We need to get back to work,” Chloe said.

“Hey, whether you want us there or not we are there for you. Don’t forget that.”

As soon as she got off work Chloe had to go and lock up the bank for the night. It was Friday. Chloe wondered if Michael would allow a visit with Edith and Bob tomorrow night. She drove home and as soon as she walked she could tell Martha hadn’t been there that day.

“Michael? Honey, I’m home. I locked up the bank for you.” She hollered. There was no answer.

She went upstairs to see him sitting on the side of the bed holding some mail crunched up in his hand. He looked at her with those dark eyes he would get before a blast of rage.

“Honey, what are you doing? Have you eaten today? I’ll go make supper.” She said.

“Stop right there traitor!” He yelled as she was walking away.

“What are you talking about?” She asked.

He threw the letter at her. She picked it up and realized it was addressed to her from his therapist. Her blood ran cold. Why would Ms. Cromwell send her this knowing who Michael is? She looked up at Michael.

“What do you want me to say. I wanted to see how therapy was going. Obviously not well since you quit and lied to me about it, but I let it go. Michael you should go back. You were doing great.” Chloe said.

He stood up and slapped her.

“What do you know, you didn’t have to fill your body with those drugs that made you feel tired, lethargic and definitely not yourself. I’d rather feel like this than to go back on those damn drugs. And what’s wrong with how I am?”

“Michael, you have to get control of your anger and rage. And now you’re drinking and missing work. You need help.”

“I don’t need a damn therapist or drugs!” He said as he grabbed her arm and twisted it behind her back. “Don’t tell me what I need! I need to eat, go cook.” He said as he shoved her toward the stairs just opposite of their bedroom. She went downstairs and noticed Edith at the back door. Chloe stepped out.

“Here ,” Edith said, “get a pot and put this casserole in and give me mine back.”

“I told Beth I couldn’t do this anymore.” Chloe scolded her.

“I know but I never listen to anyone.”

Chloe hurried and made the switch and gave Edith her stuff back.

“I took the back road so I’ll leave now. I love you Chloe.” She said as she took off quickly.

What was she going to do with her. She went back in and warmed supper up, just a easy tuna hot dish, and warmed some dinner rolls up.

“Michael, supper is ready.” She yelled.

“Bring it to me”. He screamed.

So she got him a plate ready and took it to him. Along with a piece of pecan pie.

“It’s about time.” He grumbled as he started to eat.

This is not the man she fell in love with. Sitting here in his boxers, a t shirt, eating on a tv tray watching some sports game and drinking. Ugh, men. Now she knew why single life was better.

She went and ate in the kitchen with a glass of wine. When she was done she collected his dishes and cleaned everything up. He was asleep by then so she took a hot bath and went to bed.

He was up early to go to work. Good, because she wanted to sleep in. He didn’t even say goodbye.

He was home by 1:00 on Saturdays but today he wasn’t. Where was he she wondered? At 5:00 she got a call from the sheriff’s office that they Michael locked up for drunken disorderly behavior and starting a bar fight. Chloe couldn’t believe it.

“What do you want us to do with him Mrs Conrad?” The sheriff asked Chloe.

“When does he see the judge?” She asked.

“Not till Monday,” was the answer.

“Let him dry out for the weekend and see the judge on Monday. I’ll come get the bank keys in a bit though.” Chloe stated.

She drove over and pulled the bank keys off his ring so he would still have his keys to drive himself home on Monday. She would have to open the bank on Monday again. She then went over to Edith and Bobs home. She knocked on the door.

“Chloe, how nice to see you, and looking so good.” said Bob as he hugged her.

“Thanks Bob, it’s good to see you all. I thought I would see if you all felt like playing spades tonight?” She asked.

“Where is Michael?” asked Edith.

“Michael is in jail for starting a bar fight. So I left him there for the weekend.” She told them.

“Good for you.” Beth said.

“Well,” Bob said, “I’ll get some drinks and you all deal the cards.”

They played cards till late. Chloe decided to just stay the night. It had been a while since she had a good breakfast from Edith.

When she woke up she could smell sausage and was glad morning sickness was finally gone, because it smelled marvelous. She went downstairs and found Edith making Bob’s favorite biscuits and gravy. Chloe didn’t mind them either.

“You know Chloe,” Edith said, “we need to take you shopping for maternity clothes. You’re starting to show.”

“Yes I know. Not sure how Michael will handle that. I’m sure the words fat and chunk will become a couple of his favorite words.” Chloe said.

“Don’t you pay that any mind,” Edith said, “you’re fine how you are. You’re supposed to grow a belly.”

Chloe could hear Edith mumbling something underneath her breath but she couldn’t hear it. She was pretty sure it was about Michael.

After breakfast the ladies all got ready to go shopping for Chloe at Miss Maggie’s Maternity clothes.

[purplesurveys]

1631

What brings out the worst in you? DEADLINES. The nearer I get to a deadline the more unhinged I become, lol. I just hate when things feel like a ticking time bomb; it brings out the worst of my anxiety, of the way I internally freak out, of my overthinking, etc.

What all did you eat today? I had aligue pasta and sweet potato fries. That’s all I had today thinking I’d be good for the rest of the day; but as soon as I got home and flopped down on my bed I realized just how hungry I am. I currently have a KFC order being prepared and will be delivered to me in about half an hour haha.

Some people were really destructive as a child, were you? I was a really calm kid. Too quiet – I was too shy to even ask permission to use the restroom most of the time. But I also think I was a very confused kid who wasn’t aware she was confused. I knew having relatives who would constantly smoke and drink enough to get violently drunk every night was not normal in a family; but I also did not know what would count as normal, happy family life if that makes sense? Who was the last person you were in a car with? My Grab driver, and Bea since we booked the same ride together.

Who was the last person you cried in front of? I don’t cry in front of other people. The only person I’ve ever done that around was my former partner, and I have not encountered her in years.

Do you talk about your feelings or hide them? Uhm, it really depends but for the most part I only ever open up to Angela. How much I open up otherwise depends on how close and comfortable I am with someone.

Who was the last person you were with that smelled REALLY good? Someone from work who happened to pass by me. Forgot who it was though.

Do you know anyone that is gothic? Nah, not really.

Have you seen UP? Just the first part. 

How is your mom? She is healthy and I’d like to think happy, which is all that matters (especially the former). I’m really looking forward to the time my dad can retire so they can finally be together for good; they’ve had to sacrifice quality time for like 95% of their entire marriage as my dad has worked abroad in the last 23 years.

What color hair does your mom have? Black. She never dyed it.

When was the last time you were told you were cute? Probably during our company Christmas party when I dressed up as Pooh. Cute isn’t necessarily a word people use with me.

Do you feel comfortable getting up and giving speeches? Depends on the context, I guess? I don’t mind speaking in front of a crowd; but if what I have to cover is a sensitive topic then obviously I’d be a little anxious.

Have you ever dipped french fries in a frosty? Not a Frosty per se but a hot fudge sundae, yeah.

Did you have school/class today? I had work, but today was a little different from my usual WFH days as I had two on-ground events so I had been out from 7 AM to 9 PM. 

Have you ever had your photo professionally taken? Yeah but it was never for funsies. It’s been either for grad shoots or for times I’ve needed to restock on 1x1 and 2x2 photos.

Would you prefer eating jello or pudding? Both sound...not fun LOL but uhhhh I would go with pudding I guess because I dislike the texture of jelly.

After washing your hair, do you put any products in it? Nah.

Last time you ate a salad? I had a really spicy tuna salad last weekend that I actually ended up backing out from.

Do you know how old your house is? Continued from last Wednesday. It turns 15 this year!

Have you ever been described as “adorable”? Yeah but it’s not a word typically used with me – like the only person who’s ever called me this was a significant other, lol.

Have you ever given a lap dance? Nope.

Are you a moody person? I can be but I try to avoid it as much as I can because fuck knows how much I hate it when people get so turbulently moody.

What are you listening to? Namjoon’s Change pt. 2.

What video game could you waste the most time on? In the Seom.

[fablesfancies]

Holiday Card and Bets

Story, the Magicless Prefect of Ramshackle, settles in for a well-earned Holiday Feast with her Dormmates. Together they eat, puzzle over her mystery friend, and partake in the classic pastime of dissecting Someone’s love life. 

Warnings :Minor Spoilers for Chapter 4. Mostly fluff and silliness.

“Mystery Dude?” Story frowned as she ran a finger over the mysterious Holiday Card. The quality was undeniable, if an odd choice. The front image showed a gothic style castle with the classic kind of font she’d seen used for Ren Faires and anything branded with knights and Fairytales. The inside was nearly too short and basic for her to make anything of, beyond how pretty the handwriting was. And those two little initials, staring her down.

“I really wish I knew the people from Diasomnia better,” She glanced at the ghosts. “Did any of them live here when the Dorm was still used before?”

“Nah.” Biggs, the round ghost shook his head. “That was long ago. They were thinking of keeping the Freshman unsorted and giving them a year of basics for ease of professors.”

“They were a real high strung lot,” Calloway, the thin one cackled. “I tell you, all I had to do was float past and the whole dorm was running out the doors and leaping out the windows.”

“Wild.” Story snorted. “Are all magicians such big babies?”

“Most young ones,” Ashton, the final ghost, nodded sagely. “I was worried when those Leech boys came. They’re…odd…”

“Guess that makes me odd too,” She sighed. “But that doesn’t solve who in Diasomnia would give me a Holiday Card…”

“Is it really that important?” Grim looked up from the can of tuna he’d been devouring. “It’s just a card.”

Well for Grim it was. Story looked back to the swirling script. Someone had taken the time to get her a card–not even her friends had done that much. Granted, Ace and Deuce ran to her side as soon as she called, but still…There was something intensely sentimental about being thought of. Especially being so far away from home…

“Why do you assume it’s a student from Diasomnia anyway?” Biggs asked, biting into a turkey leg.

“Lilia’s the Vicewarden,” She hummed, grateful for the distraction. “While he’s pretty friendly with most people, I get the impression that most dorms steer clear of interacting with them too much. Even Cater steered clear, and he’s pretty sociable.”

“Trey too,” Grim agreed. “But then those guys that came to confront Leona looked really scary.”

“Did they?” 

“You don’t know?” Calloway nudged her. “Your brain must’ve really cracked open after the SpellDrive Tournament.”

“I just didn’t find them scary.” Story laughed. “At least, no more than anyone else around here.”

“Don’t tell me you’re scared of most magicians!” Biggs looked horrified.

“More like it’s the most natural thing in the world to be a bit afraid of someone who has the ability to hurt you.” She leaned back against the couch. “It’s their character that determines how actually afraid of them I am. So far, I’d say the guys I’ve met from that dorm are...a little aloof, but not what I’d call scary. No more than the Leech brothers or Jamil. Probably less.”

“Did either of them have those initials?” Ashton suggested. “Maybe they wanted to thank you for your help! Or maybe one of them likes ya?”

Story scowled at the suggestion. “Nah. Both of them had ‘S’ names. Silver and Seb…something…”

“Drat.” He sighed, swishing his grape juice like wine. 

“Maybe it stands for Magical…Dealer?”

“Azul would just sign his name,” Grim grunted.

“And pick a more ostentatious card.” Story agreed. “I’m not sure who it’s from…”

“Looks like a master of Watercolor.” Ashton observed. “I think it’s handmade.”

“Curiouser and curiouser…” 

“Master of Divination?” Biggs suggested.

“Minister of Druids.” Calloway added a guess.

“Druids don’t have ministers,” Ashton rolled his eyes. “Maybe it stands for My Dear!”

“Stop trying to add in a new party to the bet!” Biggs complained.

“Bet?” Story glanced at Grim.

“We’re betti’n on who you go out with.” The monster offered, digging into the turkey. “Biggs thinks it’s Deuce.”

“Excuse me?” She stared at her dormmates in disbelief.

“Oh-ho!” Calloway crowed brightly. “So Ace then…”

“I’m telling you,” Grim waved a free paw at the ghosts. “Story’s cream of the Crop! Not just anyone can win the heart of a noble Prefect!”

“Who’d he bet on?” Story glanced to Ashton. 

“That Jack Fella.” 

“Right!” The monster nodded. “Now that’s the kinda guy who’d make sure his girlfriend and her dormmates were fed, no matter what. He’s principled like that.”

“Meanwhile Crewel’s thinking it’s a boy called Epel.” Ashton continued. “Presuming it’s a yearmate–otherwise he thinks it’ll be Vil.”

“Wait–the Teachers too?!”

“And the Headmage,” Biggs added. “He thinks you’d go for another Prefect, but he won’t say which one.”

“Isn’t that cheating?” Story squinted.

“As long as it’s not any of the ones the other’s bet on.” Calloway cackled. “I think he means the one from Iginhyde.”

“Right, because we’ve clearly met.” She laughed.

“Vargas thinks it’s gonna be Jamil.” Biggs carried on. “And Trien’s set on Trey.”

“I…” Story shook her head. “Doesn’t anyone have anything better to do?”

“Sam thinks you’ve got a thing for Ruggie,” Grim added, ignoring her protests. “I tried to tell him it was a terrible bet, but if he wants to lose, that means more food for me!”

“Oh!” Biggs brightened. “And Lucifer says Leona.” 

“Oh come on!” Story threw her hands up. “The cat’s betting too?!”

“And Ashton’s going on about how none of us are right.” Calloway glared. “Picked a candidate yet?!”

“A boy from Diasomnia.” Ashton grinned. “I’ll change my answer with Crowley when he returns.”

“I…” She shook her head helplessly. “Sure. Why not? You guys figure out my love life while I keep this campus from falling apart at the seams.”

“Will do!” Calloway laughed. “Don’t you worry, Story. You’ve got all the time in the world to decide.”

“This is worse than Thanksgiving with my great Aunt Carol.” She groaned. “No betting on future kids.”

“About that…” Biggs began.

“Oh, come on!”

[frizzle-tales]

Jiyeon was wary; studying Taehyung’s face as he walked into the room. She kept staring at him until he reached right in front of her, and beckoned her up. She did as she was told, her legs feeling wobbly as she stood. Before anything else could be said, his lips brushed against hers, and for once, Jiyeon found herself… not minding it. Perhaps it was the pure exhaustion, or the reassurance that he must still like her, that he didn’t have her here to get rid of her…

When he pulled away, Jiyeon took a shaky breath— the room was spinning, but she wasn’t sure if it was because of the kiss or because of how she was feeling.

“Yes…” Jiyeon answered, not sure if that’s what he wanted to hear or not, uncertain of his motive behind the questions. “I missed you.”

At the other kiss, Jiyeon kissed him back, closing her eyes, the dreadful feeling melting away to the background as finally, she felt safe again, everything was okay again…

Or so she thought.

‘If only I could’ve missed you too.’

“Huh?” It felt like he had grabbed the biggest hammer in the world and pounced it down on her heart, stomping on it before kicking it away.

He… didn’t miss her?

‘If only you could learn to behave yourself.’

Namjoon’s earlier words came to mind, and she looked back at Namjoon before looking back at Taehyung. Her lips parted, wanting to tell him;

When he ordered me food, he deliberately ordered me tuna, I am allergic to that!

Namjoon dragged me out of the house and I didn’t see you! I panicked!

I threw the soup because he tried to kill me!

But she couldn’t, instead she was brought closer to her bully and Taehyung implied that instead of him, Namjoon should be the one punishing her, and Jiyeon assumed the absolute worst. The most gruesome scenes shot through her mind; her being wheeled to the gory room she witnessed while Taehyung stands back; him forcing her to eat tuna and have an episode as the two watched on as they mocked her, or…

“Taehyung please…” She whimpered softly, making her voice smaller in the hopes that Namjoon wouldn’t hear her plead.

It all happened so fast, one moment he scolded her, and the next she was struck in the face, the impact causing her stumble back, the reality of the situation sunk in and tears rolled down her face, and she softly sobbed.

She wanted to leave. She was scared.

But it wasn’t done yet.

Jiyeon fell on her knees, and the girl sobbed, her hands on her thighs as she looked down at the floor. Her cheek was burning, she was exhausted, her body tense from all the stress she had been put through in such a short time, and now the humiliation of being in front of these two men towering over her was becoming too much.

“You are crying like a little girl, how immature,” Namjoon mocked. “I think Taehyung has been too nice to you, cause I swear you’re thinking that you can just do anything.. Isn’t that so?” He stepped forward. “Hurry up, you are wasting both of our time with your nonsense and childish antics.”

“So…rry…” She forced out, at which Namjoon shook his head.

“That won’t do, you know what Taehyung, I don’t think miss Jiyeon wants to go home, I think she’d rather stay here for another night, so I can spend some more time disciplining her and teaching her how to behave, what do you think?” He tilted his head, of course he wouldn’t keep the girl for another day, but she didn’t know that. “I don’t know if I’d return her in a good state, I think some bones might need to be broken in the process… I have seen so many girls like you, Jiyeon, they don’t change with a gentle slap here and there, they need a bit more.. enforcement.”

No, no, Taehyung wouldn’t allow that, would he? But when she looked at the other, he didn’t seem against the idea, and she realized that she had to do whatever they asked of her for a chance to get out of here.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

“Bow down to show you’re really sorry.”

She didn’t want to, she really didn’t, but there was no telling what would be done to her if she didn’t comply, so she lowered her head down to the floor. “I’m sorry, I’m really really sorry…” She closed her eyes, hoping it would ease the feeling of humiliation, even if it was just a little.

“And?”

“And thank you for taking care of me.”

Was that it? The room was silent for a few seconds before Namjoon spoke again.

“Clean the mess you’ve made, when this whole room is sparkling clean, you can leave.” Namjoon concluded, momentarily leaving the room to then return with a bucket with soapy water and a cloth. 

Jiyeon cleaned the floor, tears burning in her eyes as she avoided the gaze of the two men, and when she was done, she sat on her knees again, afraid to do anything else.

“I’m satisfied.” Namjoon looked over at his close friend. “You must be exhausted, I won’t keep you two any longer, if there is anything I can do for you, do let me know.”

Only at Taehyung’s OK, did the girl get up, staying by his side as they headed out of the nightmare she was stuck in for days.

—

“Can I… have something to eat?” Jiyeon asked, fidgeting with her sleeve, but to much dismay, Taehyung rejected her request, and instead guided her upstairs.

Straight to bed it was.

But part of her didn’t mind, she was barely able to stand and being in the comfortable bed again after so long felt like a treat.

Jiyeon got freshened up before she laid down in the bed, and Taehyung soon followed. For a moment, she glanced down at his hand, her hand slowly gravitating towards it before she decided to try her luck, holding onto his hand gently, before she closed her eyes, pure exhaustion causing her to fall asleep right away.

Jiyeon slept pretty well for the most part of the night, only stirring when it was morning, she became more erratic, shifting in bed.

“You are right, Namjoon. I think Jiyeon should stay here for longer, until she properly learned her lesson. I’ll leave it to you then.”

“No! No! Please!” Jiyeon got up from the floor and ran after him, only for the door to be slammed right into her face. “No, no, please, Taehyung, don’t leave me here! I will listen! I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” But her pleas were ignored.

Namjoon’s hand shot from behind her, gripping her hair and dragging her away from the door. What followed was torture, simply torture, and no matter how hard she screamed and begged for Taehyung… he never came back.

Namjoon only stopped when the girl stopped moving, and he stepped back.

“What a shame.” He shrugged. “Guys, take her to the organ room, it would be a waste to let them go to waste, wouldn’t it?”

And then, Taehyung returned, when it was too late.

“My apologies, it seemed that no matter how hard I beat her, she just wouldn’t be good, and she passed away, don’t worries, I made sure that she was still of use.”

“No, you did me a favor.” Taehyung smiled. “Her behavior has been troubling me for a long time, and I decided to court another woman, and we really got along.”

“Oh? Who is the lucky lady?”

Taehyung looked back, beckoning the woman over. “Honey?”

Sohee stepped over to him, wrapping his arms around him and giving him a peck on the lips, resting her head against his shoulder. “I’m sorry about your loss, but I didn’t think she was right for you from day one…”

Jiyeon jolted awake, sitting up straight as she panted, gripping onto the sheets as she looked around her. She was in the bedroom, all by herself. Where was Taehyung? She kicked the blankets off and stood, rushing over to the door but was pulled back by the chain that was wrapped around her ankle.

Right… Things were back to normal again.

A faint voice caught her attention. One of a female.

Sohee? No, Sohee’s voice could be heard from miles away, high pitched, screeching, and sickeningly sweet… There was someone else. And she could also hear Taehyung’s voice.

The conversation seem to have ended and Taehyung’s footsteps neared the bedroom door and it opened, and she stood there like a deer caught in headlights. Jiyeon looked down on the floor, picking at her sleeve. “Good morning…” She then greeted, her mind still occupied by trying to trace the unknown voice to the right person. She looked back up again, she couldn’t move further, so when Taehyung inched closer to her she cautiously wrapped her arms around him. Would he push her away? Lash out at her? Be alright with it?

“How did you sleep?” She asked, hesritating whether she should ask about the unknown guest lingering in their home, but deciding to feign it as innocent curiosity instead of not minding her business. “Do we have a guest?” Jiyeon instead decided to ask, and after his answer, she nodded, letting go of him.

After Taehyung freed her off her ankle cuff, she got ready to start the day before going downstairs, spotting his grandmother in the living room, glancing out of the living window.

“Good morning, ma’am.” Jiyeon greeted with a light bow. “How have you been? I’m going to prepare breakfast, is there anything you dislike?” Jiyeon asked as she set the table, and at her response, she nodded and headed to the kitchen, starting on breakfast.

[🎙️]

Crickets chirped with the moon still high in the sky. A gentle breeze blew through the fields, rustling grass and bushes.

Lights that were once illuminating the road ahead flipped off, keeping the car hidden amongst the darkness.

Rocks crunched under Taehyung’s weight as he crept towards the farmhouse. It seemed quiet, not an awake soul in sight.

Which is exactly what he wanted.

The door knob twisted with ease, forcing Taehyung to hold back a scoff.

Did they really have to make this that easy?

If only Jiyeon could’ve behaved herself, chosen to be a good girl, then this simply wouldn’t be happening.

She’s making him do this. She’s forcing his hand.

Some lessons are a hard one to learn, and she’s already had so many easier lessons.

He slipped inside, wandering through the main floor. It’s exactly what he imagined the place to be like; dated wallpaper glued onto the walls, tacky decor, pictures strung up everywhere.

Carefully, not to make a sound, he slipped the knife out from his pocket, creeping up the stairs. At the end of the hallway, a dim warm light shined through a crack in door.

What the hell was either of them doing awake? At this time, nonetheless.

It wouldn’t change anything. Merely just be a complication.

“Oh, Sungho.” A weak woman’s voice cut through the silence of the house. “Why did this have to happen to her?”

Taehyung clung to the nearest wall. As he got closer, he make out a sniffle. “Could we have done something better, could we have stopped this from happening?”

“Yeobo, don’t do that. Don’t blame yourself, she never would’ve wanted that.”

At the edge of the doorway, Taehyung peered in, keeping himself just out of sight.

Perched at the edge of her bed, a photograph gripped in her hands, sat Jiyeon’s grandmother. Beside her, her husband, wrapping her in a tight embrace.

“She never deserved this. None of it, her whole life.” The last shred of Yeonhee’s composure snapped, sobs wracking from her chest. “She deserved so much better.”

“I know.” Jiyeon’s grandfather replied, gently rocking his wife. “I know.” His own wave of tears pricked his eyes. “We’ll get justice for her. The mayor promised us, he promised. They’ll put the killer behind bars.”

“When? It’s been so long. Anyone refuses to answer any of our calls anymore.”

The killer looked in front of them while the elderly couple continued to speak. The light from their laps illuminated just enough off the hallway for him to see; the wall scattered with her.

Baby photos. Old art projects. High school diploma. Last, pictures of all of them together. Smiling, happy.

“You should sleep, Yeonhee.” Sungho sighed, the sound of what he assumed to be the picture frame being set down followed. “We can only do our best for her, if we take care of ourselves.”

Taehyung peaked back in, catching just in time the tender kiss the husband planted on his wife’s head before laying her down.

“He’s still out there.”

“I know.” Sungho replied, pulling the blankets over her. “They’ll find him.” Although, his tone too sounded defeated, broken. As if he was saying it out loud, to keep the last glimmer of hope alive.

Taehyung looked down at the knife in his hand before back at the couple, something stubborn now growing in him.

The light went out, engulfing him in darkness. Silence.

There was just something. He couldn’t do it.

He needed to simply tweak just how he was going to teach her a burning lesson.

—

For as long as he’d known him, Namjoon had always been a trusted friend. Never steered him wrong. Never any ulterior motives. Never wanted to use him for anything other than a bond.

But this time, he found it so fucking difficult to let up control. Let his sweet little prisoner be at the mercy at someone else.

Although, that was only a small section of his thoughts.

Taehyung crossed his arms, leaning against the wall as he watched the pair — watched Jiyeon. Her honey brown eyes filled with tears, ever so slightly widened with fear. The small tremble to her hand as she cleaned up the mess she created.

She needed this.

When she was done, the killer pushed himself from the wall, stalking up to her. His hand reached down, lifting her chin. “Do you understand what you did you do wrong?”

He waited for her to repeat back to him, tell him everything she did wrong to deserve this treatment, really make she understood.

“Good girl.” When he was satisfied, he gave her a quick praise before holding his hand out to her. “Come, let’s go home.”

—

“Can I.. have something to eat?” The girls voice was nervous, scared to overstep any bounds.

“No.” Taehyung simply responded. With a hand pressed against the small of her back, he lead her upstairs, straight to their bedroom.

While they headed to bed, his gaze passed by the velvet sofa. For a moment, he pondered if she should sleep in her old bed for the night, if she deserved to be rewarded with his proximity so soon.

However, he quickly decided against it. His soon fiancé to be already got her punishment.

Even if she didn’t quiet know it yet.

Besides, he couldn’t hold back from wanting her near him. She possessed every last one of this thoughts. They tortured him, not getting to hear the sound of her voice, just have her near him.

Taehyung followed suit, slipping into bed. His muscles immediately eased into the mattress, a heavy breath releasing from his lungs.

Beds back at the station felt like slabs of concrete compared to his own.

His eyes closed. Silence encompassed the room apart from their breathing. Everything felt serene. Exactly how it was suppose to be.

Then, a delicate touch ghosted across his palm, before fingers intertwined with his. Taehyung turned his head, eyes studying the girl’s face.

After a moment, her features eventually relaxed, and she was out like a light.

“You have no idea what you’ve done to me.” Taehyung whispered after he brought her closer, wrapping an arm tightly around her.

It felt right. Perfect.

This is exactly where they were meant to be. Together, just like this.

Forever.

—

“Good morning.” Taehyung greeted back, pleasantly surprised the girl had gotten herself up.

What’s this?

A pair of arms then wrapped around him, gently giving him an embrace. The last thing he expected to start his day with.

Not that he was necessarily complaining.

Instead, a sense of pride filled his chest. Perhaps that was really what Jiyeon needed to truly shape her behaviour; showing her what life would be like if he didn’t anything to do with her.

And why wouldn’t he reward such good behaviour?

Both arms returned her embrace.

“How did you sleep?”

“Fine.” More than fine, having her back by his side. But she didn’t need to know that, did she? It would only go to her head, cause problems for him later if she knew the influence she had on him.

“Do we have a guest?”

“We do.” Taehyung mused at her curiosity, his eyes following her every move as she pulled away. “A very dear one.”

Before the girl could step too far away, an arm snaked back around her waist, pulling her in again. “Don’t forget my morning kiss, Jiyeonnie.” Finally, he allowed himself to grin before stealing her lips.

The first proper kiss being back home.

Where both of them belong.

After a few seconds, he forced himself to pull away before freeing her ankle cuff. “Be on your best behaviour.” With that, he allowed her to get ready for the day.

“Good morning.” Hayoung replied, not tearing her gaze away from the window. Still poise, polite, but there was something about her tone. Colder than the last few times they met.

“I’ve been better.” Her answers were short, like she was restraining herself. Holding back from something. “Pepper, no pepper.” Finally, Hayoung tore herself away from the sight outside the glass, grabbing her almost empty teacup.

The elderly woman followed Jiyeon into the kitchen, setting her cup down with a click. “.. Are we just going to act like you haven’t done anything?”

It was quite blunt, but for once she didn’t care. No matter how sweet or polite the girl acted, she wasn’t going to brush aside what she had done to her family — to her grandson.

“Do you have any idea what you caused? Do you have any idea at all what you could’ve done with your childish antics?”

The confused — or perhaps it was shameful — expression on Jiyeon’s face only agitated her more.

“Are you truly that selfish? That you only think or care about yourself?”

Like a fly on the wall, Taehyung leaned against the kitchen counter, simply watching the interaction play out as he sipped on his own cup of coffee.

Hayoung grew closer, anger building in her chest.

This girl, she could’ve destroyed so much. Hurt her family, stole away her grandson. All for that? Her silly old life?

Leaving no time for the girl to react, her hand came up, impacting with the same cheek as yesterday. Darkening the already red spot still left behind.

“You could’ve taken away his whole life, jeopardized his career. Everything my family spent 8 decades building.” She continued to scold the girl now. “Don’t make me mistake thinking you are good enough for my grandson.”

Once that was finally dealt with, a 100lbs weight felt like it was lifted. A small smile formed back on Hayoung’s lips. There was no more angry tremble to her hand. “I’d like another cup, please. Jasmine, if you still have some left.”

Now, Taehyung set down his own cup, crossing the kitchen towards his sweetheart. “You’re lucky I don’t do anything to you myself for the stunts that you’ve pulled.” He whispered into her ear. “Go on. Groceries are in the fridge, in the brown bag.”

After Hayoung’s tea was prepared, breakfast was finally starting to get ready.

The bag was emptied onto the counter, some eggs, and a jar of jam inside, along with a few others items.

“Oh my, Taehyung.” Hayoung spoke up, noticing the handmade logo on 2 of the items. “You got these just in the knick of time.” When he grandson hummed in response, she kept going. “It was already on the news this morning. How awful, all of their crops were torched last night. The fire spread so far, it started to burn their home before emergency services arrived.” The elderly woman tsked. “Police are suspecting a jealous neighbour. Poor family, losing so much because of 1 foolish person.”

“Because of 1 foolish person.” Taehyung hummed, repeating his grandmother.

“Thank you, dear.” Hayoung then took her leave, heading back to the living room. Tea in hand.

“It really is disheartening, isn’t it, Jiyeonnie?”

[nopomegranets]

two old friends

14 years ago there was a little girl, in a lunchroom

She was the only little girl in that lunchroom, and she knew this very well

Adults buzzed around her as though she were a tree in a forest

Bodies were near her, but none too close. She had the space she wanted

Her stomach, empty, lurched. She felt her throat close up

A sandwich sat in front of her. Plain, butter and jam. Never feeling filling, like a real meal. Sickeningly sweet and simple

--

I’m so sorry

A voice came from out of nowhere, two weeks later

It’s going to be okay. Hi, I’m right here.

Overly familiar, but kind, a goofy voice

The sandwich (this time tuna, speckled with dill and thought) moves, crust upper lip

Hi! You can eat me. I won’t hurt you. You need me to feel better

She looks around, can anyone else hear?

No one can hear, keep talking to me. 

You are a sandwich.

That’s right, I am. You’re very perceptive. 

Thank you, I learned that word last week. I think I am too. 

A sandwich?

No, perceptive. You’re funny. 

Thank you. I hope so. That would be nice if I were.

Well, I don’t think you have to worry about that.

…Why are you here, sandwich?

Why are any of us here? Why are you here?

I don’t know, a mistake I think. I don’t feel like it was on purpose. 

Maybe. Maybe we’re all mistakes. But not me. I was made for you!

Who made you?

A fast woman. I didn’t get to speak with her much. But she smelled very good. Like a campfire.

Oh yes, I like that smell too. 

You have good taste in smells. 

Thank you sandwich, I’m sure you’re good tasting.

I’m very tasty, thank you! You would like it if you ate me. I have little bits of pickle. 

You should eat me. I know you don’t want to. But I wanted to tell you it’s okay. You’re not hurting anyone. I’m right here. 

If I eat you, sandwich, then something bad might happen. I might lose you. You might make my stomach hurt and then I would lose you. And I can’t do that

I might make your stomach hurt. But I also might not! And doesn’t your stomach already hurt now?

Yes, it does. It hurts all the time. 

What did you do with the other sandwiches? 

I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry. Please, I’m so sorry.

It’s okay, take a deep breath with me. 

One, two, hold it. Let go.

Lower your shoulders. What happened? I won’t be mad. I promise. I’m right here. 

I couldn’t eat them, and I had to throw them away. They made a loud thud at the bottom of the garbage can. Does that hurt your feelings?

No, sandwiches are happy to be made, and then we don’t quite care what happens to us. But we (I, at least, I can’t speak for the other sandwiches) do care about small girls who are scared of us. 

I’m not scared of you, you’re very nice. 

Could you eat me, then?

Not yet. Please don’t ask that. I don’t like the way that question sounded. 

Okay, I won’t. That’s okay that you don’t want me to ask that. I won’t ask that ever again. I’m right here. 

Thank you. 

Of course. What do you want to be when you grow up?

A meteorologist. Because they get to see tornadoes up close, I think. I love tornadoes. 

Me too! Although I am a little (eek!) scared of them.

I’m not scared of them at all. I think they’re cool. I want to be a tornado.

What would you do if you were a tornado?

I would spin around really really fast and destroy things. But I wouldn’t ever hurt people. Just things. I’d take one whole house down with my funnel. Maybe even a whole neighbourhood, with trees and everything. 

But where would the people go if their houses were wrecked by a tornado?

Oh, its okay, they don’t like their houses anyways. 

They’re bad houses?

Some of them. But most of them are just ugly. They don’t like their houses, and they get to live in a mansion after I tornado them. Besides, people don’t get mad at tornados, they let them do what they need to do and they run out of the way. But I wouldn’t hurt anyone at all, I promise. Even if I was an F5.

What’s an F5?

Its the biggest, baddest, angriest kind of tornado. You can’t get any bigger than an F5. They have speeds of greater than 332 kilometers an hour.

That sounds so scary!

Not for me, tornados like other tornados.

I think you’d make a good tornado. Everyone would be very scared of you.

Except for little kids. I would make sure they weren’t scared of me. 

That’s right, except for little kids. They don’t even know what to be scared of. 

What time is it?

I don’t know. I can’t read time yet, maybe ever.

That’s okay, you’re a sandwich. I can’t read the clock very well either. I hope lunch isn’t over yet.

Are you hungry?

A little. Maybe. I don’t know. 

Do you think you could have a bite? Maybe just a small one?

Maybe a small one. 

Okay, I took a bite. You’re a tasty sandwich. 

Thank you! I’m very proud of myself. 

I’m having another bite, is that okay?

Yes! Absolutely. I’m so glad you think I’m tasty.

I was very hungry sandwich, thank you. I think I’ll leave the crust so that you’re still here. Also I hate the crust. 

That’s okay! You can like what you like and hate what you hate. That’s what being a sandwich is all about. 

Thank you for being so nice to me.  I feel really nice all over, like I’m covered in sparkles. 

Can I tell you a secret?

Is it a nice secret?

Of course. Sandwiches can’t have bad secrets.

Okay.

I’m a magic sandwich. And because you ate me, you get to be magic too. You get 1 whole wish to make for the rest of the day. What do you want to wish for?

I wish that I’ll never get sick ever again.

Done, that was easy. Your wish is my command!

Oh no. Everyone is getting up to go outside. We can’t talk anymore. I’m sorry.

That’s okay, I really liked talking to you. I’ll see you again. I promise.

You’re a very, very nice sandwich. 

And you’re a very nice little girl. 

----

14 years ago, a little girl made a friend in a lunchroom

The friend said goodbye with a flop of its bread, and the girl wiped the crumbs off her corduroy pants

She steadied herself against the table and took a deep breath. She checked to make sure there wasn’t a trick, that she could stay upright

And went outside to play

[remembertheplunge]

Life after I quit drinking alcohol

4/21/2011

Thursday

11:27am

Start of a new journal. Wonder how many this makes since 1977?

The last one covered 3/12/11 to early morning 4/21/2011, about one and one half months.

I’m a bit depressed today. Sluggish.

Slowest workout ever. But, I did it.

Listened to talk of the Nation.

Tuna lunchette.

X-cellent.

And , safe.

Not risky behavior.

Per Dr. La Belle, at Kaiser chemical dependency out patient class, when I said I had lunch at the bar today in Galletto’s Restaurant, it was risky behavior.

(Margin note:  5/1/2011: “Fred’s wife said “Don’t Tresetti’s  Resaurantor go to Karaoke bars, either. I agree. I told her that I don’t drink because of new daily rhythm.

Part of it equals slow work outs and slight  depression. Part of it is resistance and denial.Part of it is Tuna and Talk of the Nation. On National Public Radio.)

Would Galletto’s bartender have cared if I went on a bender and was sick today? NO.

I learn as I go.

Depression is part of it.

I’d rather be depressed and sluggish than hung over and sick.

So, just be with the down feeling.

The beauty about not drinking…I can eat sweets again.

Not many people here at Queen Bean Coffee House.

Most of those who are, tap away at lap tops.

Writing is out here. But, not for me.

4/22/2011 

1:36pm

Friday

Queen Bean Coffee House

Just walked 2 bags of old booze down to the neighbors who are out front of their house working.

Their reaction was odd. Like, blank. What do they say? They drink. I don’t.

I said “It’s just for awhile”. But, you don’t give your booze away if it’s just for awhile.

That’s a forever statement

I told them it’s been 62 days (since I quit drinking).

All I got from them was silence.

So, I left my two paper grocery bags full of booze with them and left.

Another symbolic break.

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