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[sapphicshav]

SHAVSY!!! HOW YOU DOIN??

OH GOD JORDAN THIS IS SUCH A LATE REPLY I'M SO SORRY 💔💔💔💔

[clowningaroundmars]

morales twins vigilantes: getting found out pt 1

hey yall im in my fic writing era. but i am BAD at writing LMFAO i'm really not sure i'll ever write a proper fic with a plot or anything

either way, i hope yall like this lil drabble my brain came up with on a whim of the morales twins!

it's how i imagine the way their secret would be revealed after doing the whole vigilante thing together for a lil bit. it's kind of based on the hcs i had of the twins which is here, kind of a continuation of the last bullet point there actually

miles1610 is miles and miles42 is milo bc i read a couple fics with that name given to him and now it is stuck in my heart u_u

>2nd part here<

well. uh. hope u enjoy! :)

It was a fight that went slightly awry that really did them in.

No blood, no fireworks, no loud banging or explosions or anything. No one was even so badly hurt that they almost died, either.

It was simply just… a broken mask and their father unexpectedly being on patrol that fateful night that finally brought their secret out to light.

The Morales twins had been doing their vigilante thing together for only a few months now. Miles had been Spider-man for well over a year, of course, but it was after a particularly bad fight with a rhinoceros guy (what a freak…) that went semi-viral on social media that his brother Milo finally put his foot down and pulled those Prowler gloves from under his bed. He worked hard to modify the technology to better suit him, and had all of the armor and rope he needed in order to keep up with his brother all set in as little as 2 weeks.

Miles hemmed and hawed about bringing his not-super-powered brother around for the nasty fights he usually tackled alone. But he would be lying if he said that Milo’s concern didn’t put a small smile on his face in the end. Plus, it really helped out a lot when Miles needed to be somewhere quickly but still had a criminal left to take on and web up. Milo being just one text away from springing into action took a real big load off of his shoulders in ways he couldn’t even imagine.

That was about 3 months ago.

It was relatively smooth sailing until one Jefferson Davis took a night patrol under his belt without even warning the boys.

Well, Miles thought to himself in retrospect, we weren’t really around the house to catch if he did tell anyone, so.

Miles ran along a side of a building to catch up with the villain of the week. He was desperately trying to keep this super-powered baddie off of his not-so-super-powered brother, and not quite succeeding. Miles told Milo time and again not to tease any bad guys during a fight. Keep the attention off of you, bro. You do not have superpowers. I do! Is that not what Miles said? God, it’s like in one ear and out the other with this guy. Ugh.

Currently, Milo is parrying and deflecting attacks from this shocker-looking guy, a real piece of work. He still had his hi-vis vest on-- and Miles swore he even saw a name tag on it somewhere which was just hilarious, really-- but aside from his normal-looking work outfit, everything else about this dude was definitely not normal. Like the bright electricity fizzing all over his skull that just barely concealed this man’s real face, and the giant lightning bolts shooting out from his hands as he tried to fry Milo. It was a good thing Milo had enough sense to install energy-absorbing tech into those giant claws of his, or else Miles would be in real big trouble at the ER.

Miles ripped a chunk of some abandoned demolition project that never got done and swung it with all of his might in the direction of their fight, using his webs for maximum distance. It didn’t hit electro-dude but it almost hit his brother. Oops.

“Ayo, watch it!” Prowler growled, his mask distorting his voice the same way it distorted Uncle Aaron’s back when he held the mantle. He gracefully flipped out of the way and shot a grappling hook somewhere off into some scaffolding, pulling himself away from the action to let his bro fly in and give the temporarily-distracted electric-man some work.

Miles would snap back with a retort if he weren’t so busy pummeling this villain with all that he’s got. Both boys’ curfews were about an hour ago and they just knew their mom would be fuming once she got back and found out. But this needed taking care of, and neither Morales boys were willing to leave some freak of nature to take over Brooklyn and shut down all the power lines over a bedtime. Hell no.

But this needed to end now, or else good ol’ Spidey won’t be seeing the light of day for another 2 months. And by the looks of it, neither will the Prowler. Before Miles could even think to land the finishing blow on old lightning-head here though, tragedy struck.

An all-too familiar voice hollers out those dreaded words both boys hate hearing, especially in the middle of a fight.

“PDNY! Freeze! Put your hands up where we can see ‘em!”

Everyone did freeze, Milo looking particularly shocked as his head swivels around to the sight of waving flashlights and 3 burly but familiar silhouettes making their way past the far gates and advancing quickly into the fray.

Jefferson Davis’ gun appears to almost materialize out of the shadows, his face lit up in the harsh lights of his flashlight beam, sporting an intimidating, professional look. Cop mode, is what Miles and Milo called it jokingly one day as they lounged in their room, passing a bag of chips between them and having a laugh at their dad’s expense. That was before Milo took on the mantle of the Prowler. That was before this.

Miles panics slightly as he feels the man jump up underneath him, thrusting an arm into the police’s direction, ready to fire off a bolt--

Right after Milo lunges in front of the officers, ready to take the blast.

It happens in a fraction of a second. Miles didn’t even think he had enough time to open his mouth, let alone warn Jeff of the incoming danger. He figures that’s what Milo must’ve thought, too, otherwise there really was no other explanation for this stupid decision he just made.

Sparks flew, and then the thud of a body hitting the floor seemed to echo throughout the demolition site.

Shit shit shit shit shitshitshitshitshit, was Miles’ inner monologue as he finally landed the blow to the side of the baddie’s head, knocking him out successfully. He quickly webbed the man up to the floor, restraining him fully. The way I shoulda done in the first place, damnit, Miles lamented, freezing in place after the deed was done. His brain was working into overdrive to try and think of ways he could extract his now-nearly unconscious brother from this place without raising their dad’s suspicions.

Ever since Prowler joined in on Spider-man’s “adventures”, the media became even more fascinated with capturing every single moment it could of Spidey now that he had a sidekick in tow.

Headlines splashed on magazines, articles and news feeds read: “Batman and Robin! Spider-man and… the Prowler?” and “Webbed Menace Recruits Purple Sidekick, Even More of a Menace”. They haunted Miles’ every step. Milo, for his part, was mostly amused. But every now and then he would complain about being known as his brother’s sidekick, as if that was the most egregious part of having his every move recorded and uploaded for millions to see online.

Their mother became even more suspicious of her twin sons after she watched a video of the two vigilantes stopping a runaway bus in downtown Brooklyn. They looked eerily similar in size to her own teenage boys, and even seemed to banter the same way after all of the civilians were saved and back on solid ground. The way Spider-man clapped Prowler on the shoulder… hmmm.

To say that she shared her suspicions with her husband would be an understatement. Milo and Miles somehow always managed to catch a familiar cop car slowly rolling around corners and down streets, keeping pace just behind them, watching them. Miles would always roll his eyes, knowing it was their father. Milo would be annoyed but managed to shrug and keep minding his own business, since it was very obviously their father. When confronted, Jeff would try-- and fail-- to casually brush it off as simply doing Concerned Dad things.

“Listen, you two.” Jeff started one evening after dinner. He managed to get both boys down in their room one weekend, just for “a quick talk”. His excuse was that Brooklyn was getting too dangerous lately, especially at night, and that he was “gonna keep an eye on them” as a precaution.

But neither boy missed that slight nervous shift in his stance as he delivered the news, and once their dad bade them a good night and left, they gave each other a silent look that conveyed the exact same thought they were both thinking.

They’re onto us.

Well, their parents’ fears and suspicions were definitely going to be confirmed whether the twins liked it or not.

Milo groaned on the ground, the Prowler gauntlets having taken the majority of the blast sent his way, but the mask was halfway blown off, revealing a good portion of the boy’s face underneath. He rocked in place for a moment, blinking stars and dancing lights out of his eyes for just that one moment.

“Prowler!!” Miles shouted. In his panic, he forgot to lower his voice and conceal his identity, but his feet just wouldn’t move! What the hell, Morales… get it together! His brother was just badly injured and here he was, frozen in place like a deer.

Jeff, for his part, was barking orders to his coworkers and directing them to make a sweep of the place in case any other suspects tried to make a run for it.

They both left. He finally jolted his bright beam of light onto Spider-man, simply standing there a little ways away and staring back with those unnervingly gigantic bug-eyes of his. If Jeff wasn’t in work-mode right now, he’d explode on this guy and ask about what the hell was going on here, but Officer Davis was nothing if not a consummate professional.

Plus, there were more pressing matters to attend to.

There was what seemed like a teenage boy on the ground, wearing those goddamned gauntlets that Jeff could’ve sworn he shipped off to the junkyard after Aaron’s funeral. Damnit, if this punk was running around wearing his brother’s mantle and tagging along with Spider-man just to double-cross him in the end, there was gonna be hell to pay.

Jeff didn’t know why, but he felt slightly protective of the bug-themed hero, damnit. Sue him. And those claws brought nothing but terrible memories of screaming women, dead brothers and heightened stress. He did not need this right now, fuck.

Once the boy on the ground stirred, Jeff quickly pointed his gun and flashlight beam directly onto him. “Those orders were for you, too, punk. Do not try me tonight. Freeze. Put your hands out where I can see ‘em!”

Milo froze on the ground, and then tried to twist his face away from his looming father who was only a foot or two away with the world’s brightest flashlight in his face, fuuuuck. He just knew he was gonna be feeling this headache for the next 3 days…

Tentatively, he also raised his claws in front of his face as slowly as he could, trying to cover his face even more. He propped himself up on his elbows and tried to regulate his breathing.

Having a cop for a dad was not always peachy, but it helped a lot to know exactly how an officer would react if any sudden movements were made while having a gun out, and Milo was not trying to get a bullet to the chest on top of the mother of all electric shocks as well. No thank you.

It was in this moment that Miles’ brain started working again, and he unstuck himself from the pavement to reach out to his dad.

“Offi-- ahem, ahem. Officer Davis,” he remembered to lower his tone and conceal his voice a bit as well, and continued, “what a surprise to see you here. On this, uh. This very beautiful night!”

Groan. Oh my god. Even Milo rolled his eyes a bit, trying to shuffle back.

“I said FREEZE!” Jeff roared, attention still trained on Milo.

Without glancing up, he added, “And you Spider-man. Oh, buddy you are gonna get it after I’m done with this little asshole, runnin’ around with my brother’s-- man, y’know what-- nevermind! Just stay back, okay? I got this handled.”

“But wait! Th-that’s uh. He’s not an asshole, officer, he’s my-- my sidekick! He’s the good guy!! He helped me take this guy down! And he even saved you just now!” Miles waved his hands around frantically, agitating Jeff.

Stop doing that, stupid! Milo thought to himself in a daze, still recovering from the electric blast.

“Stay back, Spider-man. I’m warning you.” Jeff growled.

Miles picked up the hint and halted his movements, giant white eyes flicking back up and down from his dad to his brother and back. He had to think of something, or else Milo would be dragged back to a holding cell and both of their identities would be out. He just couldn’t let that happen.

Biting his lip, Miles gathered some resolve and stepped forward again. “Officer Davis—”

“Not another word outta you!” Jeff swung the flashlight right back onto Miles threateningly, and then trained it back onto Milo again. “I am serious right now, Spidey. One more word outta you and I’m slappin’ the cuffs on you too, I swear to god! I got more than enough room in the back of the squad car for two freaks!”

Miles recoiled. “Freaks. Geez, is that what you think of us?”

But Jeff didn’t answer, because he was all of a sudden deathly silent.

Both of the other officers just finished their sweep of the area, and were making their way back to Jeff when he all of a sudden kneeled down, still training that gun on Prowler’s face. But his movements were slow and hesitant, as if he were performing them in a daze.

Miles’ spider senses should’ve been tingling by now, at the very least a little. Still, he stayed glued to his spot as he watched Officer Davis-- as if in slow motion-- shifting his flashlight and gun into one hand, lowering both slightly and away from Prowler’s shattered mask.

As his other hand reached out, Milo flinched, but he didn’t need to. Jeff simply carded his calloused fingers over his hair, his braid on the one side of his head, in reverence. Milo couldn’t breathe. He was too scared to speak.

And then everyone’s blood ran cold at the same time.

Jeff saw the beads of Milo’s favorite basketball team colors, ones that he was excited to get again at the barber shop last weekend, simply hanging there tied to the ends of the Prowler’s braid, sitting limply in his hand. Milo’s blood ran cold once he realized exactly what it was that his own father was looking at. He didn’t need to reveal his face whatsoever when his now-exposed hair told the whole story anyways.

Miles’ spider senses finally kicked up once Jeff looked up slowly, an absolutely ruined expression rippling across his worn-out features as he really gave Spider-man a good, hard look, eyes playing over what little he could see of the vigilante in the darkness of night.

For a split second, no one said anything.

Even electro-head seemed to be silent as he came to and tried to sneakily rip the webs off of him. No dice. He finally turned his attention to the trio not too far away and opened his mouth.

“Hey, what the hell is this, some family reunion or something? Let me outta here, man! Goddamn, what a fuckin’ punch, man… shit…”

Everyone startled at the same time, turning their attention to the villain. Damn, almost forgot about him.

The other officers finally arrived to surround the other angles behind Spider-man, one of them even kneeling down beside electric-- whatever, the villain of the week-- and started cutting him out of the sticky ropes to put him in cuffs.

“Don’t even think about it,” one of them grunted once they got to his hands and saw a tingle of electricity surging through fingertips. “We got dampeners in my squad car if you try anything cute, got it?”

Jeff slowly holstered his gun, keeping the flashlight trained on the Prowler, unable to tear his eyes from this boy lying on the ground at his feet.

“Davis…? You good?” This was the officer who wasn’t busy wrangling sticky webs off of the baddie. He had his flashlight and gun trained on said baddie of course, but his head was swiveled to look at his captain.

Jeff swallowed hard and nodded slowly, a weirdly mechanical kind of movement.

“…Okay. Hey, Spidey. Thanks for this, I guess,” said the officer, keeping his concerned gaze trained on Jeff, shrugging a shoulder. “Too bad about your friend though. Hope he’ll be fine.”

It took Miles a second to recognize that iconic mustache, and then it dawned on him that it was his dad’s faithful friend and his own sidekick, Officer Gutierrez. How ironic, Miles thought ruefully.

He turned back to his dad, who was now helping Prowler up from the ground and steadying him against his side.

“What’re we doing with these two?” Gutierrez asks, because someone has to.

Jeff startles, as if he was just asleep and happened to wake up. “Uhh, about...?”

Gutierrez gave him a look. “The mask guy under your arm. And, uh. This guy,” he points his chin towards VOTW (villain of the week) as he’s being hauled up forcibly by the other officer, now in giant sturdy cuffs binding his arms together.

“The… that guy. Electric man. Just… just put those dampeners on his hands and take him down to HQ. They’ll probably just ship him off to the Raft. Let me know when you guys get there, of course. I’ll uhm. I think I’m gonna be taking my break right now.”

“You taking the mask-man all by yourself, then, captain?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I will. It’s… something personal to me, to be seeing these claws on this boy. I’m sorry. I think I might explain later but right now, we gotta get that guy behind some kinda bars. Please, Gutierrez.”

Gutierrez gives him an unreadable expression, and Jeff shoots an apologetic look back.

Finally, his partner gives a small nod and turns back to the task at hand. Miles breathes out a sigh of relief.

But it was a breath too soon.

“Spider-man. Prowler. The both of you. My car. Now.”

[thatrandomlemononyourcounter1]

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[iztea]

hey iz how are u doing<3 i rlly love ur art and ur blog and how u think, and i was having smth in mind for a long time but i can't rlly seem to sum it up so i wanted an advice, if i see someone rlly like struggling and having a hard time i feel so helpless wanting to give them the slightest bit of advice or comfort but i rlly suck at that, and for the last while i've been wanting to give someone who's like at their lowest anything to say(i always check their reposts and it never gets better)so what do i do?[btw srry for the yapping session but i rlly have no one that i can ask that so forgive me iz, thx sm for checking this TᴖT]

Okay anon i think you might have a bit of a saviour complex going on but worry not! i have the opposite of that, so the first thing i want to point out is that you simply can't 'save' someone who doesn't want to be saved, nor is it really your duty to do so. Don't take their misfortune and wear it as your own cross. I think it's great you want to help your friend, but always put that emotional barrier between yourself and the subject to avoid getting hurt

The worst thing you can do (imo) is to pity or baby them. Opening a conversation with "Hey man, I've seen you repost some (±sad) stuff. Are you okay?:( You can always talk to me ♡ I'm always there for you ❤️" or some therapy shit like that will 90% of the time not work; no one will confess that easily or that directly, no matter how genuine your intentions are, for a plethora of reasons.

Instead, what you can do is engage with them casually. Dont make it a big fuss. If you're online friends, make them feel included: tag them in funny stuff, ask for their opinion, for their input, compliment them, praise them, gift them stuff, make lighthearted jokes and basically act like you normally would, just a bit more methodical in your intentions. When someone is at rock bottom, they have a tendency to catastrophize everything, so by being there to sort of ground them into reality without feeding whatever terrible narrative their brain does at that moment may help them get out of that slump, if only just a little bit.

At the end of their shitty day they might, just miiiiight think something like "Hey everything is awful but at least Anon said i have impeccable taste in k-dramas haha that was cool, Anon was nice to me today" and i think that is a well done job on your part. You threw the rope, now it's their problem whether they want to climb it or not

[goth-mami-writer]

A post about my life lately.

(If you fucking care ✌️🫠)

⚠️Tw: There's some mentions in this that may stir certain emotions regarding✨️pro-choice✨️mindsets (abortion) and vomiting. So if you think that's gonna upset you, don't interact pls. Thx.⚠️

Soooooooo-

I've been away. And here's why without being theatrical - I found out I was pregnant again. And....I wasn't happy.

I'm a mom to 1 already and...I knew that I couldn't do it again. It's hard, to be as frank as I can. The physical effect of pregnancy on the body is something...I despise? I had awful, TERRIBLE sickness the first time anddd fuck, it was the same this time.

Yeah, no. You can go ahead and count me out.

Well- Were you using BiRtH CoNtrOl?!, you may ask?

Yes. Abso-fuckin-lutely. I had an IUD inserted two months after I had my first kid. Cause FUCK THAT. I knew I didn't want another. My son's awesome. Being his mom is my reason for living. But pregnancy is not for me.

So- this being the decision, I fucking called the one person I goddamn trust and that's Mera. ❤️ @short-honey-badger

And bitch, did we plan a trip. We had to drive OUT OF OUR STATE TO RECEIVE THE CARE NECESSARY. (That's a topic for another day tho t-.-t )

✨️Anyways,✨️ Mera is a badass and drove me to said appointment as I'm fighting the most debilitating nausea. All I could stand to eat without vomiting was fucking popsicles and slushies. So yum at 5 am, BTW.

~But here's where shit gets wild~

I show up, ready to have this done. Get on with my life. Maybe start writing again because I know that I'll feel better. The nurses and staff were incredible and sweet. But there was one problem.....my IUD was out of place, they tell me.

Okay? I knew that, right? Obviously, that's why it didn't work and I got pregnant. Makes sense.

NONONONO. I'm laying on a table out of my home state, laughing gassed out of MY FUCKING MIND, with a lady doctor telling me in the calmest demeanor that she can that I need FUCKING ✨️EMERGENCY SURGERY✨️

LIKE. HOW DO YOU REACT...TO THAT?

So...the staff is obviously letting me recover from the procedure- THE ONE I JUST HAD. and now I'm being fed all this medical jargon basically saying that if I didn't receive surgery, this IUD was gonna tear its way into my other organs because it was already embedded in the muscle tissue of my abdomen.

Fucking AWESOME.

Luckily, all these people were contracted to the local hospital in this city and they were going to let them know I was coming over and all that good jazz, but I basically needed to get over there. Like...now. RIGHT NEOW. 💀

So then it's me and Mera just navigating parts of a city that we just DO NOT fucking know, trying to get me to said hospital where this surgery needed to take place. It wasn't far but goddamn this hospital had absolute SHIT parking. It was a monster to fucking navigate as well. Luckily, I was on some good pain meds that were keeping me kinda stable, but ooohhhh, not for long.

We get checked into the ER and yeah, I started HURTING. Not to mention also, viciously nauseous once again. But this time, because I hadn't eaten anything since 5am and I was told that it would basically be fucking ILLEGAL for me to eat again until I got off this operating table.

Fucking. AWESSOMMEE.

(I thought you said it was an emergency, why didn't they have you in OR yet??)

I HAD TO WAIT FOR THESE MFS TO GET THERE, HOLD ON.

My particular case needed staffing of crazy ass doctors to oversee this procedure. I swear to God, I met like 5 people in the four hours that I sat in the emergency room before being prepped for surgery.

I was rolled out for testing like four different times! All kinds of shit just being shot into my IV while I'm still fucked up on the first dose of morphine that's still whooping my ass in and out of consciousness as Mera is at my bedside like,

"O.o u okay?" (Bc she's an angel that stayed with me during the entirety of this fucking insanity like T-T)

FINALLY. I got into my fucking surgery. It went fine, everything is fine. But goddamn, I'm exhausted. Mera was exhausted. We'd been up for almost 24hrs at this point in the day and now I'm finally being admitted into an actual room for post-op recovery.

That next morning before my discharge, I was let know the gravity of my situation and things like that. I was reassured that nothing I did caused this IUD to move. And that meant one thing-

It was never inserted correctly in the first place.

✨️So✨️ let me be the first one to tell you- please. For the love of FUCK. Go get your IUD checked. Via fucking ultrasound.

Don't let that sassy nurse stick a speculum in your fuggin hoo-haa and tell you she can see the strings so you're good.

Guess what? EVERYONE SAW MY STRINGS TOO.

Check your IUD!!! Or you're gonna be knocked up, getting a little pregnancy✨️deletion✨️ in a strange state where a really nice lady doctor is gonna tell you that you're like weeks away from internally bleeding and need dire abdominal surgery to prevent that. And all you're gonna have is your bestfriend who you feel terrible for bc she didn't sign up for any of this bullshit. But there you are, passed out on morphine, hungry, confused, nauseous and WAITING FOR SURGEONS.

GO TO THE GYNECOLOGIST. NEOW. 💀

[rivernyx1]

social media sucks rant (that no one's going to see most likely) pt.1

Disclaimer: these are just my opinions if you don't agree or have stuff to add then feel free to comment, respectfully ofc, what your thoughts are. also ik this might be a bit long but I have faith that u can hang in there :))

social media sucks. and I'm tired of pretending like it doesn't. specifically short form content, like??

first of all, I'm losing my ability to SPEAK. how is that even possible?!

before I could easily express what I wanted to say with no problems. now I stutter through my sentences like an idiot and I have to pause while speaking bcs my mouth gets filled with saliva rly quickly. and I can't even remember simple words. what is happening to me?!

also, i dont even LIKE scrolling on Instagram ( my parents didn't let me download tiktok, at first I was pissed but now I'm genuinely so grateful) I just do it as a habit. cheap dopamine feels so awful once you get over the excitement of seeing ppl in situations relatable to yours long enough

another thing, all of these trends serve no benefit to us at all. i cant lie and say I haven't participated in some of them (not online and mostly slang) but still. i think I really started noticing it when crumbl cookies started getting really popular. most of the people that do vids abt the cookies usually eat all six (or four? i cant remember how many cookies come in a box) of them when the alotted amt is a QUARTER of ONE cookie!! i mean you do you but at some point ppl have to admit that its just gluttony. also the "I'm just girl thing" (which I have said as well) sometimes gets used so wrong. like no, u can't just "I'm just a girl" yourself out of everything.

a trend that popped up really recently too, the whole "demure" thing. I'm usually not bothered by words becoming really popular really fast especially in light of gen z's relationship with slang but for reason this time it really irked me. idk why but everytime I see something mentioning demure I just scroll. i think it might be bcs this is the first time I was fully aware of what was happening and I wasn't just subliminally being fed to me like I feel the word "rizz" was.

one last thing, have you noticed something throughout all of the stuff that I just wrote? like like like like like like like. every time I try to phrase a sentence without using the word it just feels so off and incorrect and I feel as if what I'm saying will come off as "rude" or "passive-aggressive" without all these filler words. did u notice the other thing? common letters common letters common letters + shortened/ abbreviated words. even when there should be capitals. any capitals u do see are courtesy of my good ole (annoying) friend Grammarly. i specifically remember the time in my life (during covid ofc) when I forced my self to write like this while I was msging a (ex) friend of mine bcs she texted like this and I (whether I admitted it to myself or not) wanted to fit in and be like her (she was and still is a terrible influence btw).

i'll have to do a part 2 to get all my thoughts out but thx for sticking around (if you did:))

[whumpshaped]

I have another for the scar and gore tag...👁✨️

warning for vivid description and large object falling on my very vulnerable head and throwing up?

FOR reference:

Jupiter JBR700 Student Bb Baritone - Clear Lacquer | Sweetwater

Hiscox Baritone Horn Case | Mooloolaba Music

Amazon.com: DEG Trumpet Marching Lyre : Musical Instruments

( Bb marching baritone horn is the instrument )

'Kay so this was back in high school I was a sophomore anyways long story short we had lockers to put the instruments in. I put my instrument in my locker and close it. This is done with practiced ease and not much force. It was a simple lock and unlock then slide the instrument in its case inside.

Now this is where the pain comes in because I am the most accident-prone person in the world apparently. I HAD noticed the baritone on top of the lockers (where they aren't supposed to be!) and thought nothing of it.

This is due to the fact it was in the middle of the whole like locker thingie mc thing. NOT NEAR THE EDGE. Yeah, as soon as I closed that fuckin' locker.... IT FELL ON MY HEAD and the worst part is I had my mouth open. So, this marching baritone horn which is around 12-15 pounds (WITHOUT?) the case. Case and all. Fell. On my head.

all meaning: mouthpiece, music, lyar, pens, pencils, and they also had the thing that holds the music that the lyar attaches to. EVEN TENNIS SHOES (sneakers)

right on my head. SO, I bit my tounge, just the sides thankfully, some of my lip, my teeth richoed together, and my head still didn't bleed. (I thought it would have.) SO, no bloodshed. miraculously.

Just a pain like no other (right directly the top of my skull was hit I had no hat or anything on to soften the blow)

I didn't lose any teeth or even chip them. But I did have extreme pain, managed to hold back my tears and put a blank face on as well as say I am fine to the very concerned fellow student that used the instrument.

Then sat down and repacked all my pens/pencils/highlighters then scurried off to the bathroom (which to my luck?) was empty. Cried, realized my face was blood red, and I proceeded to see black spots in the vision. Swayed knees buckled and almost threw up in the sink. Whole time was dry heaving and I had a terrible headache the rest of the week.

Accompanied by worse congestion, my nose felt like it was swollen, and idk what happened to the instrument after it fell. So ahhh I did think I was done but apparently not! This one just came into my head. (thankfully not like the baritone!)

Never went to the nurse...I regret that btw. Should've actually not have toughed it out. But I got home and went to bed. BAD don't do it. I could have had a concussion! It was like not even 45 minutes. It was like 20, I think. Which means I had a really short bus ride...

I just popped a Tylenol with some water changed and flopped over and went to bed for like 9 hours. 💀💀💀💀 I'm telling you I was treating myself like a super soldier or something. Unironically, I didn't think it was a big deal. Like WHAT?!

But no joke, it felt like my nose bone (the roof of your mouth that long bone on the pallet i think it's a part of the nose) felt like it was bending inwards and left 0 room for my tongue. I'll tell you what. Mhm. *shakes head*

But yeah, if I remember anything else I will drop them off here. Because I am very accident prone. and honestly, I never told anybody about this one now that I think about it. 😭😭😭 But thx for this tag gives me a chance to recount all my mishaps.

that was soooo likely a concussion wtf😭 stop😭😭

[the-foolish-ghoulish]

I realize that I'm just being a bitch to myself and biting off more than I can chew. I am than metaphorically choking and spending the next few days recovering from it. I'm overthinking things and have a terrible past of mistrust. So please don't take anything personally if I seem tense or even rushed, I'm just happy and excited to spend time with you guys /pos.

I'm feeling better and more certain, as I was just dealing with a ton of things on my metaphorical plate, and because I'm an introvert and I don't want to be rude I just end up shoving all of the metaphorical food down my throat, causing things to just be worse than if I just simply said "no thanks".

That wasn't a metaphor btw. But I enjoy you all, and I hope you're doing well, and staying hydrated (thx Hell for remindin me to do that) I've ranted on long enough so look at how terrifying Stitch is! And don't worry the picture with Connie will come around another time. She'll be looking a bit more like a Valhalla Vulture rather than a Hades Condor.

[mil-horas]

(you dont have to answer in your bio btw, i just enjoy talking to you)

The cold is terrible, it seems like I went naked to the Malvinas™ but I'm just sitting here like Jack Nicholson in The Shining.

I love your photographs, hope you can get what you always wanted, you are very capable and i really mean it, that day will come i promise.

I don't play lol like 2 years ago but lately I've been playing a lot of Baldurs gate 3 and Disco elysium, I highly recommend the last one is pretty sick, it includes psychology, politics, detective novels, drama, comedy and runs in a toaster.

I was working for years and I was able to get a car (it's awesome). soon I am going to take out the licence and do a whole restoration because it is from the 80s era...

Lately I think about studying something but I'm a workaholic. Being able to have something of your own is comforting. Do you plan to do something else besides photography? (You are doing very well but I'm just curious)

I don't want to get into messages that much, maybe I'll come back another day.

wish you the best. i promise that i'll be back

First of all sorry if I take too long to answer, I still struggle a little to have long conversations in english. Besides that I will always answer, answering anons on tumblr it’s fun to me.

About photography, thank you sm for your words, it’s really nice to hear that. Photography it’s not something I do professionally but I wish I do someday. I started with 35mm film last year and felt in love with it. I’m also in my third year of a cinema career so everything is related.

I’m def checking Disco Elysium (my pc is indeed a toaster) thx for the recommendation. The last game i’ve played (apart from lol) was Fallout New Vegas. I should take a break from league of legends and play another game.

Getting things thanks to your hard work it’s a great feeling, hope you really take advantage of that car. I’m also taking driving lessons! I have the theory test in a few weeks 🤞🏻

Right now I’m focusing on finishing the career. I have one more year and the thesis. I make money selling vintage cameras on instagram w my boyfriend, it’s going really well. We live in his parents house.

And that’s my life basically lol.

Come back whenever you want! I enjoyed talking to you 🫶🏻 Hope everything goes well for you!

[thegenderfluidace]

no worries! I'm glad you had fun!

also, yes, I get that. some days just feel terrible, sometimes for a reason and sometimes not

you can always send an ask if you need someone to talk to, can't promise I'll respond right away, but I'll respond as soon as I can

and btw I did sleep well, thx

I hope you feel better soon <3

Mm that’s good glad you slept well

I appreciate it a lot, sorry if I’m a lot slower at responding to the asks though.

You’re good to send as many asks as you want just can’t guarantee I’ll respond, just not very social right now, I’ll definitely still read em all though and respond to em all once I start feeling better.

Anyway hope you’ve been having a good day <3

[carateum]

Promt for Asahi (I didn't mean to make you cry + Please don’t leave me ) Thank you !💜

I was so busy that I forget the most important...you

Asahi x reader

Prompt "I didn't mean to make you cry" and "Please don't leave me"

Type: established relationship ,angst

Warnings : swearing, Asahi is kinda overworked and my English is bad.

Notes : Sorry it's so bad lmao but I tried- btw thx for the ask

Word count : 421

STORY UNDER THE CUT

"Asahi ! It's snowing!" You yelled ,entering in the room of your boyfriend who was composition some songs, lately he was really busy because he wanted to make a mixtape with Junkyu , his best friend and to be honest...you really started to miss him ,even if he was in the room next to you.

In this snowy December night you felt... terribly lonely.

"I'm busy Y/n" the soft voice of your boyfriend answered ,not even paying attention to you. "Come on Asahi it's snowing..." you mumbled weakly but Asahi didn't made a move so you just left his room ,still decided to play in the snow.

And you wanted to play in the snow with Asahi ...even if it look kinda childish you loved the snow .

After a couple of minutes ,you came in Asahi room again "Asahi ,please..." you cried ,making your boyfriend frowning and sighing deeply ,still quiet. "Asahi I really want to play in the snow...Please come on ,do it for me" you whined loudly ,shaking Asahi shoulder. "Y/n..." he said ,warning you to let him alone but you continued to whine like a kid.

"Y/n I don't care about the fucking snow I want to work but yeah you don't understand me because your a kid ,I have enough of your childish behavior you're fucking annoying!" The usually calm and cute Asahi yelled at you ,throwing at you a death glare that you didn't know he had ,it was the first time your quiet boyfriend was mad at you and you just felt like crying...like a kid when they parents scold them...maybe Asahi was right ? Maybe you were just a kid...

You quietly left his room ,isolating you in your own bedroom, letting your body fell on your bed and the tears rolling on your cheeks ,you just wanted to hangout with him ,you didn't mean to made him angry and ,maybe you were too naive ,maybe you were too kid-like ?

You quickly fell asleep ,hugging your pillow ,tears glowing on your cheeks only to woke up a couple of minutes after when you felt a figure hugging tightly yours "I didn't mean to make you cry ,I love you so much" Asahi whispered, pecking your cheeks where the tears fell.

"I thought you were going to leave ...Please don't leave me Y/n , I'm so sorry...I was stressed about the mixtape that I forget the most important...you" he continued as you kissed his neck softly "I'm never gonna leave you Asahi..." you whispered, the argument was long forgotten...

[kfanopinions]

[MARK] face to face - lyric imagine

Word Count: approx. 2.030k Pairing: Mark x Fem Reader Song: Face to Face by Ruel

MASTER LIST || REQUESTS ARE OPEN

LOOKING AT YOUR PHONE A warmth comes to your cheeks. For a month you've been messaging someone by the username: xmarksthespot. Just seeing their name popping up on your phone brings a smile to your face. Whoever they were they were amazingly charming. Never have you had someone who seemed to know what you were feeling and thinking.

It was like he was able to peer into your soul and help you deal with some of your personal problems. When you had a terrible break up with your ex-boyfriend, he was there for you. When your dog needed surgery, he was there for you. No matter what was going on - the good and bad he was there for you.

It was like he was able to peer into your soul and help you deal with some of your personal problems. When you had a terrible break up with your ex-boyfriend, he was there for you. When your dog needed surgery, he was there for you. No matter what was going on - the good and bad he was there for you.

"[Y/N]!" Your co-worker calls to you. "It's time for your break."

"Okay, thanks."

You put away the last bag of chips onto the shelf before stretching your back. Another day of restocking shelves at your local market and another day of searching for a proper lunch. Heading outside into the fresh air a wave of relief comes over you.

Trying to decide between pizza, subway, or to grab a salad back inside the grocery store - you post a picture of yourself looking quite confused, with a question of: 'what should I eat?' followed by a poll on your Instagram.

Getting a few suggestions of pizza and subway from your followers, a particular DM captures your attention - the user, xmarksthespot.

xmarksthespot: why don't you ever pack a lunch? 😂

[you]: never seem to have time before i leave for work ☹️

xmarksthespot: there is an amazing japanese restaurant a few blocks away. if you have time i highly recommend it. i was there the other week with a few friends and it was amazing.

[you]: i'll check it out! thx i know i'll love it ♥ you have great taste 😉

xmarksthespot: ☺️

[you]: okay, well i'll let you know how it was later bye 😘

THAT EVENING YOU UPDATED your Instagram with plenty of pictures of your lunch, thanking personally xmarksthespot for his amazing suggestion. Just as you were preparing to go to sleep a *ding* came from your phone. Thinking only the usual that xmarksthespot was sending you a message you gleefully plop down on your bed - grabbing your phone.

xmarksthespot: glad you enjoyed it. if you ever need recommendations i'm always here for you.

[you]: how about for tomorrow, i have a feeling i won't be packing a lunch xP

xmarksthespot: try the italian restaurant down the street from the japanese place. it's fancier but who doesn't want a good plate of spaghetti?

[you]: thx! btw i don't believe i've asked...what is your name?

xmarksthespot: my name is mark.

[you]: ok, i get it x"mark"sthespot...clever...very clever...

mark: i try to be ^^

[you]: anything going on in your life? i'd love to return the favor for all the times you've helped me

mark: hmm...nothing in particular is going on. i do have someone in mind that i'm interested in but not sure if she'll like me.

[you]: i'm sure she'll love you! you've been soooooo kind to me these past couple of weeks. if you're like this irl then she's an idiot if she doesn't like you.

mark: "..."

Just then a ring on your doorbell breaks you from your conversation. Going to your door your ex-boyfriend holds a bouquet of roses in his hand, a box of chocolates in the other and if those two cliches weren't enough - a boombox playing some sappy song straight out of an 80's romance movie played as he spoke to you.

"Babe, I'm sorry for what I did. I didn't mean to hurt you at all, I was just going through a hard time and I took my frustrations out on you. What I said doesn't reflect how I truly feel. I've tried to give you your space but I can't keep myself from you anymore. Please, take me back?"

"You've got to be kidding me." You stare shocked.

"You know that I love you, right? That I would do anything for you. What happened last month...look I wasn't thinking when I told you I didn't want to be with you. I was dealing with my boss who's a dick and I just -"

You cut him off. "Please, save the excuses. You can't yell at someone in front of people that you hate them and you're done with them, then proceed to leave the restaurant throwing a tantrum like a child and expect that person to take you back."

"I'll do anything please just give me another chance."

Shaking your head you close your door slowly telling him that you can't deal with him at the moment. The night ruined and your mood heavily drained until the familiar ding of your phone grabs your attention.Rushing back to your room you grab it seeing Mark had sent you a couple of messages.

Mark: she doesn't even know i exist. i just wouldn't know how to talk to her. any suggestions?

Mark: you still there...?

Mark: did I overstep I'm sorry...

Quickly firing away a few text in hopes to not lose your savior you tell him what just happened.

[You]: when she sees you i'm sure she'll notice you right away. your beautiful aura will shine through

[You]: maybe try some small talk to break the ice. i know that's not ideal but i bet that'll work!

[You]: sorry about ghosting...my ex showed up with a bouquet of roses, chocolates and doing the 80's boombox thing outside my door -_- I can't believe he did that...after what he said to me...

YOU DIDN'T HEAR FROM Mark the rest of the night. Figuring he went off to do something you stare at the roses your ex gave you. The idea of getting back with your ex has crossed your mind plenty of times this past month. You had been together for over six years. He was your first everything. At the 8th grade dance he kissed you before your dad opened the door and caught him mid-kiss and it was magical. 12th grade, after you came back from the prom to his place - his parents away for the weekend, you shared your first intimate moment together. Again, another magical moment. How can you just forget all of the good times you've had with him?

Was it even possible to put those memories into a box and label it your past in order to move on? As if an angel heard your thoughts your phone goes off.

Mark: are you going to go back to him?

[You]: do you think i should?

You send him a picture of the flowers and chocolates with a huge question mark over the picture.

Again he goes silent.

Feeling like he wasn't going to answer you back for the night you turn off your phone and allow it to charge.

THE FOLLOWING TWO DAYS have been exhausting. Mark has gone silent and hasn't answered any of your messages. He's certainly read them but why he wasn't answering them you didn't know. Work was the same routine dealing with customers and restocking the shelves. Things just became boring. Talking to Mark brightened your day and you didn't even know him.

Another three days pass and still no sign from Mark. You gave up messaging him after the third day and decided to leave him be. Perhaps he finally talked to that girl he was interested in. A deep pout settles on your face. It was strange. You've never met him and yet you feel so connected to him. Not talking to him for this long makes you feel nervous and on edge.

Your phone turning on ever five minutes to see if somehow despite the fact you have your sound on - you may have missed a message, only to be shown you haven't. You put your phone in your back pocket and stand up. Grabbing the next crate of can goods you see a young man walking down the aisle.

He had a black furry jacket and a black beanie, ripped denim jeans, and with a long baggy t-shirt. He was quite cute as he came closer. Trying not to stare to much you look down at the crate and fiddle around making yourself look busy.

"Uh, excuse me," the young man clears his throat.

You look up startled and point to yourself. "M-Me?"

He chuckles nodding, "you are the only one here."

"Uh, y-yeah...d-did you need something?"

"I was just passing by and I can't help but wonder, are you this person..." he holds out his phone showing your Instagram account.

"Yes, that's me. How did you..."

He smiles and puts his phone in his pocket. "I thought that was you. Well, it was nice to meet you." He smiles but there is something laced behind that smile that has you feeling uneasy but at the same time giddy.

"Nice to meet you too..."

He walks away from you chuckling to himself and when your brain registered what happened you went to the end of the aisle and looked around hoping that you would see him and ask how he knew you and how he found you. When you couldn't see him at all you brought out your phone and opened Instagram.

Suddenly a message pops up making you jump where you stood.

Mark: sorry I got busy. maybe it would be best to find someone new? meet anyone interesting?

[You]: actually...

You scan around the store smiling.

I did meet someone interesting. Someone who follows me on here. By any chance...

You leave it open ended.

Mark: By any chance? What?

[You]: Was that person...you?

Mark: "..."

"..."

"..."

You waited for him to reply back to you but it seemed like the dots indicating he was typing started and stopped again and again. Almost as if he was thinking about what to type but changed his mind.

Mark: We should meet face to face properly...

"Don't you think?"

A voice behind you makes you jump. Turning around you see the same young man who you just talked to. Gulping as he smiles shyly you ask the question that's been burning at you.

"Mark?"

He raises his arm and scratches the back of his neck. "Yeah, it's me."

"I, uh...how did you know I worked here?"

He looks at you like you were stupid. "I believe you told me plenty of times that you worked here. Plus, we knew that we lived in the same area. I just...I wanted to apologize to you for ghosting. I didn't mean to I just -"

"It's fine!" You squeak. "I figured that it was because of that girl you were interested in. Did you find out if she likes you?"

He takes a tentative step closer to you, "I'm not sure. I haven't told her I was interested in her yet. I guess the quickest way to find out is to ask now. Don't you think?"

Blinking at him your head tilts in confusion. "Now?"

"[Y/N], I know we've only been talking for about a month but I...I like you...and I wanted to tell you that a while ago but didn't want you to get weirded out or anything and I just...I like you."

"The girl...sh-she's me?"

He nods keeping quiet.

You walk up to him closing the distance between the two of you. Without speaking you wrap your arms around him pulling him into a tight embrace. This is what you wanted to do for so long. You wanted to meet Mark, to hug him, to talk to him in person. You knew that whoever was behind that account was a sweet person and one you wanted to meet badly.

Closing his arms around you he pulls you in closer. "So, is that a yes to liking me?" He asks.

"Yes, it is."

"And your ex-boyfriend?"

"I've already thrown out the chocolates and flowers and properly declined him." You pull from just enough to look at him. "I'm [Y/N], by the way. And it's a pleasure to meet you, Mark."

*soooooo I hope that you enjoyed this! this is my first time doing something like this and it was interesting to take a song and make it into a story. ahhh i hope that it was good ♥ thank you so much for requesting this, it was so much fun!*

[marswr1tes]

connor stoll dating hcs

requested? yes / no

request: Hey came across ur lercy fic it’s great btw and I was wondering could u do Connor stoll x reader fluff thxs

pairing: connor stoll x gn!reader

author's notes: i'm glad you liked my lercy fic anon!! and anything for you bestie, of course i can do some connor fluff. i hope its okay that it's headcanons though xx. (header creds)

warnings: slight nsfw?? not really though, i just say connor's an ass guy. also curse words and mentions of vaginas and periods. nothing in graphic detail.

tags: @stylishharry

word count: 575

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- first off,

- a goddamn god in disguise

- have y'all seen that hottie? no? GET ON IT

- moving on to the actual hcs, his love languages are gifts and teasing/pranks<33

- before y'all started dating, he pranked you a lot

- (not super bad pranks he just wanted your attention jshsjsh)

- when you started to prank him back he went "!!!" and then made an elaborate scheme of some sort to ask you out

- he won't date someone if travis doesn't like them, so when travis was like "dude go ask them out" he schemed. he mf schemed so hard.

- he adores when you play with his hair or lightly scratch his scalp

a literal puppy

- thrifting

- he as this fun thing where he sees basically any item and is like

- "hm, you know who'd look good in that? my babe"

- and next thing you know there's a lanky lil' elf running towards you

- HEY🗣️ LISTEN🗣️

- SHOWERS TOGETHER

- imagine how soft n cuddly 🥺🥺🥺

- subtle sweet touches

- massaging in body wash or shampoo/conditioner

- sighs of happiness

- just pls let me date him god

- even for like 5 minutes

- he gives off mpdb vibes

-OH MY GOD DYING HIS HAIR

- DYING YALLS HAIR TOGETHER IF YOU'RE INTO THAT??

- oh speaking of hair dye

- y'all most definitely have dyed travis's hair before

- maybe once

- maybe twice

- maybe more

- tbh he should know y'all will hit him with it at any chance you get by now

- connor is a HUGE ass man

- i will NOT receive criticism on that

- ✨making out on rooftops✨

- if you have a vag and you get periods im gonna be the first one to tell you

- he kinda gets the ick from it

- which, understandable, i mean you are uncontrollably bleeding from a random hole in your body for like a week straight

- but that doesn't stop him from comforting you!!

- want him to rub your tummy? he's on it

- want him to cuddle you? he's o n i t

- want him to carry you around everywhere so you barely have to move?

- HE'S ON IT

- also, pda king!!

- will probably makeout with you anywhere and everywhere

(unless you're uncomfy with that sort of thing)

- surprise kisses

- random kisses

- kisses kisses kisses

- he's weirdly good at planning dates

- like you'd think he just be like "oh look a random fun place let's go"

- but no

- he spends a lot of time planning them out

- he is SO jealous

- he tries not to be, but he can't help it

- one time your (male) friend gave you a kiss on the cheek as a greeting, and connor LOST IT

- he's somehow trained himself to kiss you, even in his sleep

- you hadn't realized this until you knew he was dead asleep, crawled into bed, and like 2 minutes later, he reached over to spoon you and kissed your forehead

- and you were like ???

- so you tried to see if he was awake by whispering his name

- but lo and behold

- he was still dead asleep

- he gets so insanely distracted by you

- it's terrible because he already has trouble paying attention in the first place

- but it's great, because if y'all go to school together and he knows absolutely nothing, that means 💘💝💗💓💞💟💕study dates💕💟💞💓💗💝💘

- hear me out:

- jokingly calling each other daddy

- also i won't elaborate on this cause its a given but pranking each other and being mean to each other <3(affectionately)

tldr: SIMP

[oranpo]

Anon from before. You asked about my favorites so I will gladly share them! I just started seeing movies with his acting in it but as of now

Role of Angus from hellbenders 2012. He looks like in detroit same beard and hair. The movie isn't that good he carried it.

And both of his westerns! The burrowers(better in my opinion) and cowboys and aliens. The moments with him made the movies worth seeing for me.

Yes, I'm a big fan of his roles when he looks older.

(Special love for his role as kurt in dexter: new blood serial)- played it so good it was very easy to believe he was terrible person. Great antagonist of this series!

I added some films from your choice to "list to watch" thx

Hi Anon! Thank you so much for sharing💕! those are FANTASTIC choices💕 I still want to watch the Burrowers and Cowboys and Aliens because he looks so good like.. who gave him the right😩

Our experiences are quite similar! Hellbenders was the first movie I watched of him right after I finished playing Detroit - he's basically Hank there🥺 - it's super uncanny how he carries himself in the same way. Like I know they are both the same person, but you know what I mean lol

Oh New Blood!!! he was BRILLIANT! Not only was the story super captivating, but that tension between Kurt and Dexter, and just... Clancy's outstanding acting. I honestly wish the series was longer than 10 episodes, but I'm still super happy with seeing the end result! (btw if you love Kurt, then I 10000% recommend this fic written by @/thegentlestmaenad - it's all Kurt/Chloe centric, but it's SO so good. Tension there is *chef's kiss*)

Tbh with you I've found that Clancy tends to carry whatever he's in. I think that the movies wouldn't be as iconic or as great as they are if Clancy wasn't there (among them, hellbenders (and highlander)). Hope you enjoy all those movies! And if you ever want to talk more about Clancy, I will be right here!💕🤗

[cbk1000]

Hi! I remember that trip you took to Europe all by yourself, and I have to tell you that's one of the most inspiring things I've ever seen. And I honestly mean that. I'm starting college this year and it's been a life long dream of mine to do the same (I live in Europe btw so it's a bit easier for me maybe). . So I wanted to ask, was it scary, how did you talk yourself into going, would you go again, do you have some advice on how to spend as little money as possible etc?

I would actually LOVE to do it again; it was the best vacation I’ve ever taken. 

I actually tried to talk myself OUT of going; I knew it was a bit nuts. I’d never been overseas before (I’d travelled a bit in the States at that point, but the only time I’d been out of the country was a day trip to Canada when I was 14 or so), and to just throw yourself headfirst into overseas travel by doing a solo three month trip is kind of batshit. But I’m kind of batshit, so it suited me.

I did a lot of research by reading blogs and articles written by backpackers who had done what I wanted to do, so I knew it was probably something I would enjoy. I also like doing things by myself, so I knew I probably wouldn’t have any major issues with loneliness, and I’m comfortable chatting up strangers, which is the name of the game when you’re a solo traveler. And I think those are really two of the most important things to consider when you’re backpacking by yourself: put yourself out there. You’ll meet some amazing people and when you do feel that pang of loneliness, you’ll always be able to find a companion to go sightseeing with. At the same time, don’t be afraid to do things by yourself; I did a lot of solo sightseeing, and it was amazing. You don’t have to get a consensus from a group on who wants to do what; no one argues; no one wants to do things their way. You just pick wherever the hell you want to go, and you go. Some of my favourite parts of my trip involved me just rambling alone around some city. I actually found a really amazing little archaeology museum in Croatia that way.

As for keeping costs down, Nomadic Matt  has a lot of really good general tips and also breaks down average costs and accommodations by region. I would definitely take a look through his site; I used it for some of my research. You have a huge advantage as a European; there are tons of budget airlines and bus lines you can take advantage of. Airfare was one of my biggest expenses; a roundtrip ticket from the west coast of the U.S. to Ireland (where I started) isn’t cheap. 

Some hostels will occasionally do free dinners for their guests, so you might want to keep an eye out for that sort of thing (they’ll usually advertise on their website). There was a hostel in Budapest that did a free dinner for the backpackers on Tuesdays and Thursdays, if I remember correctly. They would make traditional Hungarian dishes for us to try, and everyone would sit around a big table and eat and chat. There was also a hostel in Scotland (Inverness, I think?) that did a haggis dinner for the guests. Some of them also have restaurants attached that are decently priced for budget travelers. Mostly, however, I would just look up the nearest grocery store and stock up on a few essentials. I’d usually buy some rolls, maybe a bit of cheese, some stuff for a few days’ worth of breakfast, etc. I usually would get a bunch of greens and some vegetables too so I could make up some cheap, easy salads. The vast majority of hostels will have a kitchen so you can store your food and also have a place to prep it if necessary. It’s worth popping into little cafes sometimes, too. There was one right round the corner from my hostel in Belfast where you could get a huge bowl of oatmeal for £3; it filled me up till lunch when I would snack on whatever I got at the grocery store. I stayed three days and ate there every morning. 

Some countries and cities are just going to be more expensive than others. London was a lot of fun, but it was also fucking hell on the wallet. Once you start getting into eastern Europe, everything starts getting a lot cheaper, so that’s something to keep in mind. The hostel I stayed at in Croatia cost me $10 a night. Also, if you want to see a lot of popular tourist attractions, look into whether or not there’s a city pass; lots of cities have them. Buying a city pass will get you into a bunch of the major attractions at a heavily discounted price. Remember that paying to see certain attractions is worth it, but you can honestly wander across some really amazing stuff just by heading out on foot and getting to know a city in a way that riding a tram or bus will never allow you to become acquainted with it. 

Was it scary?

Yes. You’re striking out, completely alone, for a country full of strangers speaking a language you might not even know. If you’re not a little bit nervous about that, you’re probably a little bit stupid. It’s ok to be scared. Honestly? When I was boarding my flight to Dublin, there was a moment when I didn’t know if I could get on the plane. That was partly because I have a pretty severe phobia of flying; but it was also partly because I stopped and said to myself, what in the holy MOTHERFUCK am I doing?? It was insane. Probably someone was going to rob me and then later I would be murdered and my mother would get to say, “I told you so” over my grave while in hell I cursed and gnashed my teeth at the murderer who enabled my mother to get to be smug about my disastrous failure as a traveler and human being in general. It’s scary; for those few moments before you internally slap yourself as you’re frantically calculating all the things that can go terribly wrong when you step foot outside familiar soil, it’s paralyzing.

It was also, hands-down, one of the most amazing experiences of my life and I don’t regret a second of it. You will be frustrated. Unless you have a far better sense of direction than I do, you will get lost. A lot. (Just keep walking until something looks familiar; you’ll find your way back eventually. And if all else fails, find the nearest shop or tourist booth and make a self-deprecating sad face and pull out your map. A roommate and I once had a Hungarian man who really didn’t even speak English help us try to read a map while we were wandering, completely lost, around Budapest at like one in the morning. People will help you.) Sometimes your card won’t work on a tram ticket machine in the Netherlands because you didn’t know those fuckers only take Dutch bank cards and you don’t have any proper currency on you because you just took a bus in from London and all your money is still in pounds and you’re stranded in the middle of  RANDOM PARKING LOT WHERE THE BUS JUST DROPPED YOU OFF WHICH YOU THOUGHT WAS GOING TO BE AN ACTUAL BUS STATION BUT IT’S NOT (thx) AND YOU WILL WONDER HOW THE FUCK ALL AM I GOING TO GET TO AMSTERDAM FROM HERE. Take a deep breath; you will have moments like that. You will figure out how the fuck all you’re going to get to Amsterdam from there (plead your case to a kindly tram driver and they will give you a free ride into the city; it helps if you first make friends with an English/German woman who will also plead your case + point you to the nearest ATM once you reach the city). 

It will make you a better problem solver; you will come away with an immense satisfaction. To rely so completely on yourself, and to succeed, even imperfectly, is so ridiculously gratifying. 

All you need is a little common sense and enough guts to push yourself into actually doing it. I promise you, it’s much easier than it looks.

[gorillaz-imagines]

How would the band members react to their first child being born or just interacting with their new little baby with their S/O and being head over heels in love with their baby? btw I'm in love with all of your imagines )

im in love with u how about them apples

thx btw

Murdoc Niccals:

His fears about being a terrible father are washed away when he sees his newborn daughter, swaddled and being held by yours truly.

Murdoc has always messed up in life, but when he holds your child, he feels something that he has never felt before.

“Mudz, this is your little girl.”

“I’ll make sure nothing ever happens to her.”

“What?” Looking you straight in the eyes, you see tears start welling up in his as he blinks, looking back down to his daughter.

“I will never fuck up again.”

“Murdoc, not around the baby.”

“Oh, shit-”

“Murdoc!”

2D:

Throughout the entire birthing process, Stu made more noise than you did.

he got freaked out when you started crowning, he screeched, noodle has it on tape

When the baby is finally birthed, Stu starts crying when the doctor claims that it’s a girl.

“Stu, are you okay?”

“S-s-she’s s-so beautiful! She d-doesn’t look like either of us, but maybe o-our next one will!”

“Next one?”

yeah ok stu boy u try poppin a melon out of your bagina see how u like it

2D would be very happy for the rest of his days. He loves holding the baby, even if he never supports her head.

“Stu, you’re not holding the baby’s head.”

*eating chips and guac w/ baby in arms* “Wha’?”

Russel Hobbs:

He would be completely overjoyed that you and him had your first kid together.

When the two of you find out that it’s a boy, Russ is so giddy with excitement but looks pretty calm and collected, nevertheless.

He was holding your hand throughout the entire birthing process. He never cared that you squeezed his hand harder than a stress ball, either.

When you get to hold the baby for the first time, Noodle takes a quick picture of the two of you and your new son.

“Hobbs family +1 new baby boy ❗❗❗ welcome to the world!”

“Noodle, stop posting pictures on Snapchat–”

*close up on russ’s face* “Noodle, stop posting pictures on Snapchat–” *caption* “make me big boi”

help me

Noodle: she gay haha

When you birth your first son, you can almost see the highlight in Noodle’s eyes as she bends down besides you to see your son.

“Oh my god… He looks so fragile–”

Noodle would probably be the parent to say up for a whole 2 days, just staring at the baby intently while you fell asleep this was basically my mom i love her so much god bless moms and dads everywhere

She would be the one taking pictures and videos when you were having your kiddo, as well as taking pictures of the baby when he’s all bundled up and whatnot.

Whatever you needed, she would get it for you. Noodle would take care of the baby when you needed rest, she would go out and get you food if you wanted, and most definitely wouldn’t take a shower until the two of you were home ew.

bagiNA

don’t u mean benis