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tealcaste · 9 months

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hi tumblr time for my daily licorice rambles /hj

anyways so ive been looking at those character playlists recently, and decided to look at licorice ones because how. how bad could they be? (spoiler alert: they were bad. i saw that one "Cause I'm a Liar" aka that one kokichi song on a licorice playlist. A FUCKING LICORICE PLAYLI)

Anyways, ever since i've decided to look for silly little songs that. ACTUALLY relate to licorice (or just songs that remind me of him for some reason), and decided to share it here :33333

(get ready for a massive wall of text)

(also prepare for a lot of grammar + spelling errors fireemoji)

(but then again i wrote most of this at 3am so bear with me plea)

disclaimer if youve never heard of any of these songs just. just listen to them and you'll understand what i mean when i say those songs fit Licorice Cookie plea

i think tbis is the firsr post im actually using capitals yahoo!

alsp ypu xan. feel free to disagree on some songs fireemoji

ok first of all without a doubt, anything from the "People Who Can Eat Are The Luckiest People In The World" album by AJJ can. justifyably fit licorice cookie. SPECIFICALLY Brave as A Noun and Survival Song. I dont know how to explain it but.. the lyrics just.. sorta scream licorice cookie?? Mostly in Survival Song but i added Brave as A Noun since theyre basically just a long song split unto two parts if that makes sense...

BUT HEAR ME OUT ON LICORICE WITH TGE SONG RANDY'S HOUSE. PLEASE. the line "And I hope that our candles flicker and die, so that our hearts don't burn to the ground. Down, down just like Randy's House." jusr fits licorice so muxh i donr know how to explain it... just tge whole aong in general is just so. licorice cookie.

OK next song is "The U & I in Suicide" by That Handsome Devil. Maybe its cuz this song is about death?? But just the whole tone of the song is sorta off putting which imo just.. fits soso much, and this song fits Licorice. The. the lyrics n title r sorta slef explanitory so erm

ok next songs may b a little biased or smth cuz i am a massive Will Wood fan but you cannot deny that. That some willwood songs just.. fit Lico.

I have no idea why but the sonf "BlackBoxWarrior - OKULTRA" by Will Wood just... heavily reminds me of Licorice?? For no apparent reason?? Maybe its just cuz of the energy of the song if that makes sense??

also one of my friends recommended me this (ty E you're a cool pookie) but "Skeleton Appreciation Day in Vestal, NY (Bones)" by Will Wood and The Tapeworms is just. Licorice Cookie i dont think i need to explain this one

There are a bit more Will Wood and The Tapeworms songs but they sorta jjst follow. the sssame reasons as BlackBoxWarrior -- OKULTRA so errmmmmmmm

aNYWAYS I'd. id like to mention that j feel like "Kiss Me, Son of God" by They Might Be Giants sortaa fits him... liek tthinj abt it... id like to imagine tbag lico sometimes wondee what it would be liek if. he had been taken seriously aand so hed sorta imagine just. being above everyone abd i feel like that song sorta.. helps explain that??

I also think "Losers" by The Cardigans would sorta fit him..LIKE THE LINE "You were that you were special ; I'm just like you." JUST.. OH KY GKD??? THATS SO???? I dont know how to explain it but its just so... licorice cookie for me i dont k ow how to epxlain it.... sksnakdmaknd

there are some other somgs but like. they sorta follow the same reasons as the songs I've mentioned soooooo

anywyas as mentioned earlier.. feel free to disagree with any songs!!! and also if you have some songs tbat reming you of lico feel free to share :333

#licorice cookie my beloved #cookie run #licorice cookie #rambling about licorice #idk #seeing “cause im a liar” on a LICORICE PLAYLIST scarred me/j #i am so scared to post this #this post either goes really well #or really bad #but oh well #im just gonna pray for the best #jayce loses his sanity over licorice real not clickbait

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grimescum-2 · 8 months

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quick collection of head canons for funsies :o3 i dont know if i've mentioned any of these before or not but oh well

- i think anderson would be the kind of guy to absolutely melt into any physical affection. like, imagine this big tall dude leaning down so u can hold his big ol face in yr hands

- i am going to preach about kittycoded anderson until the day i die. it literally makes so much sense he and alucard fight like cats and dogs

- anderson prays before he eats anything. if you eat over at his house u best believe he wants you to join him (he respects if you don't do that but why would u not want to? literally free opportunity to hold his hand) sourced from my christian ass family

- "jesus christ" "DON'T use the lords name in vain"

- walter tries to be modest with physical affection so he wouldn't really know what to do at first . i think he'd def prefer verbal affection, praise, stuff like that

- walter is naturally particular about details. perfectionist that won't stop until he gets it right, includes basic tasks like cleaning and cooking

- walter is homophobic /j /j /one of my friends said he looked racist and homophobic in the first anime

- although not really a music person, i think walter's fave genre would be swing or jazz. he was born back then right??$? i did the math at some point but i forgot

- i've said this before but I'll say it again for this post, walter def puts a lot of care into his appearance. probably has some kind of skincare routine. the bitch

- walter enjoys watching old black and white movies in his free time. def one of those old people who complain about modern technology and the newer generation. much less obnoxious about it though

- if you gave walter a phone and told him to open settings he would explode. if he called u successfully without breaking it he'd be all like "i did it :D!! i pressed ONE button!!" then proceeds to accidentally call you all the time

- walter takes forever to type, signs his text messages and though he uses proper grammar he has occasional spelling errors because he has no clue what he's doing

- seras uses emojis often + a lot of exclamation marks, occasional run on sentence. if integra texts at all it's always perfectly grammatically correct or, like, 1-2 sentences. if not a singular word. i'm weird abt how alucard would text because i really think he'd say shit like lol lmao w basic grammar (punctuation and shit) but also ehhh??

- "have you seen my monocle i cant find it" "its on your face" "Oh"

- walter hates being publicly embarrassed. gets red in the face really quickly

- i dont think alucard has a favorite genre of music but still enjoys seeing what people come up with. i do think he'd have a preference for alternative or experimental music

- alucard is the epitome of adhd in my mind because i imagine he's always bored and up to fucking something. he'll come into integra's room and stand around like an idiot until he realizes he forgot what he came there for and leaves. talks and laughs to himself like a WEIRDO

- being alive for so long i think alucard would've tried everything at least once. now hes bored of it all and doesn't really have any hobbies aside from stalking people

- alucard also melts into any physical affection but i think he'd be the kinda guy to physically grab your arm and put it around him or something

- i dont know if he would exactly but imo he'd at least think about putting a bunch of random shit in his mouth. imagine u give him a flower or something and he leans down and eats it

#flea.talks #hellsingposting #projected my adhd onto alucard just a smidge #hellsing

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teddy-yandere · 2 years

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Hi... Yes as you said your blog seems erase requests, I've sent it before. Please tell me if it's ok keep sending to you.

I'm gonna make this one. As you ask for Sabito request. I love him...

Sabito X Fem Reader

In AU where he doesn't die, and the darling is training with him and Makomo. At first he seems ignore her being hard on about her performance with harsh words, showing his indifference towards her to the point to make her cry. And this keeping going until she feels that's enough and shout at him showing a new side of her personality. And Sabito it's shocked, but with slowly he feels something growing inside of him. And he found himself falling on his knees... If possible I would like some romance in the end. You can added whatever you feel like, Yandere, dark themes or else...

If this ask it's not what you are looking for you can delete.

Thanks writer, take care of yourself and stay healthy.

- Harsh Words -

⚠️WARNING⚠️ will contain dark themes

A/N = I am sorry if this wasn’t exactly what you wanted , I kinda went in my own trail , and wasn’t paying attention to anything I was writing. I did not proof read this so sorry for any grammar mistakes . Enjoy !

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★ You had recently become a official me ever if the Demon Slayer corps , and you were very excited about it. In fact , as soon as you passed the final selection , you ran home to your master Sakonji to tell him the amazing news.

★ Sakonji was very proud of you. As soon as you went to bed that night , he got in contact with Sabito , and asked him if he would let you train under him for a little while. That way you can safely gain the experience of a good swordsman. Sabito was very hesitant , but eventually agreed. You had heard Sakonji mention Sabito , and Makomo a couple of times before , but never worried to much about them.

★ Oh how you wished you would have said no to working under Sabito.

★ Turns out that Sabito can be very demanding over you. Sabito never meant for his behavior to come off as rude , but he could help but worry for you ever time you went on a mission by yourself. He knew that his feeling for you could never be exposed to anyone , not even his closest friend , Makomo.

★ Makomo always tried to defend you whenever Sabito would go off on you. Sabito would only insult you if he felt like you might be in danger. He would say stuff like = “ Let me come with you in this mission , you are far to weak to defeat this demon alone”.

★ One time however, Sabito crossed the line , he accidentally said some really mean stuff about your appearance. He originally said it because he was upset that you were going on a date with Giyuu. You blew up on him , and started cussing him out ( like a badass )

★ He doesn’t know why , but he like that you were expressing yourself to him. Most people don’t know , but Sabito can sometimes be a little worshipper. From then on , he started to do everything in his power to get a little reaction out of you!

★ He also found himself thinking about you every time he was about to fall asleep.

★ This was when he started becoming more , and more obsessed with you

★ Be aide he was starting to get more obsessed with you , he started to fantasize about you. He would start to randomly daydream about kidnapping you , and having you all to himself. He knew it was selfish , but he just could not help it.

★ So he snapped

★ One day , you started to act very snarky towards him during training. He took that opportunity, and walked up to you , and knocked you out. You never saw that coming. He then took your body , and walked home , humming a sweet tune. He couldn’t wait for you to wake up. Hopefully, his little God / Goddess will be just has happy with him , as he is with them.

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Thanks for reading Darling !! <3

Feel free to request any character you want. I write for all genders. If you don’t tell me what gender you want then I will just make it gender nuetural. I write for many different fandoms such as:

• Demon Slayer

• Haikyuu

• Attack on Titan

• My Hero Academia

• Death Note

• Jujutsu Kaisan

• * Toilet - Bound Hanako - Kun

Thanks for reading Darling !! <3

#yandere headcanons #anime #yandere #yandere demon slayer #yandere demon slayer headcanons #teddy yandere #yandere sabito #yandere sabito headcanons #sabito #sabito x reader #Giyuu #yandere sabito x reader #yandere sabito x Fem reader #requests #yandere demon slayer x reader

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bradleybeachbabe · 3 years

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SFW Alphabet

pairing: Topper Thornton x Fem!Reader

warnings: none, just fluff

a/n: hi! ik it’s been a while since i posted but i finally got some inspiration, so i decided to do the sfw alphabet with topper. also for the gif i decided to use the clip from the s2 trailer since i can’t stop thinking about it. i do mention baseball in this a few times. ik we don’t know if topper is actually on a sport or not but me and some of my friends on here consider him as someone who would play baseball. i proof read this beforehand but if i missed any grammar mistakes. let me know so then i can go back and fix them!

A = Attractive: what do they find attractive about the other?

Your smile. Whenever you’re hanging out with Topper, you're always smiling no matter what. He thinks it's so adorable when you're smiling. He even thinks your smile can light up a whole room.

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

Yes. He has mentioned to you many times before that he would love to have a family with you one day.

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

Usually, you’re the little spoon, but on days when he’s tired or gets in arguments with his mom, he’s the little spoon. Or even sometimes, you’ll lay your head on his chest.

D = Dates: what are dates with them like?

Exciting. Some of the dates you go on are going out to dinner, walking on the beach, hanging out on his boat, going to the movies, or getting ice cream.

E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…))

You are my sun.

F = Feelings: when did they know they were falling in love?

At midsummers. At the time, you have only been with each other for two months. You were on the dance floor with Sarah singing and dancing carefree to “More Than A Woman” by Tavares.

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

Yes. very. He basically treats you like a newborn.

H = Hand/Hold: how do they like to hold? how do they like to hold hands?

Intertwined fingers. No matter what you’re doing with him, he’s always holding your hand.

I = Impression: first impression/s

You thought he was rude and self-centered. You heard many horror stories from your friends about how Topper can act sometimes but once you met him and got to personally know him. He let his guard down and truly showed you what type of person he is. Then you realized that he wasn’t rude and self-centered. He’s very sweet and caring.

His first impression of you was that he thought you were beautiful and caring. He has heard from others that you’re always the type of person to check up on friends and make sure if they ever need anything. When he found that out. He immediately wanted to get to know you personally.

J = Joker: are they into pulling pranks?

ABSOLUTELY! You have lost track of how many times he has pranked you. The one prank that you’ll never forget is when you were spending the night at his house and your car was parked in his driveway since you drove to his house instead of him picking you up, so he decided to fill up your car with a whole bunch of bouncy balls. Let’s just say it wasn't fun to take all of those bouncy balls out of your car afterward.

K = Kisses: how do they kiss?

With his hand on the back of your neck, or either with one hand on your cheek.

L = Love: who says I love you first?

You did. He was scared. No one had told him that they love him or meant it, but when you told him those three special words. He knew that you meant it and was happy about that.

M = Memory: their favourite moment together

It was during summertime. You and Topper have just finished spending the day by his pool. Now you two were sitting on one of the couches that were on his balcony just listening to music. While this moment was happening, one of Topper’s favorite songs started playing “Die For You” by The Weeknd. He immediately got up from where he was sitting and then stood in front of you and grabbed your hands and started dancing with you. The two of you danced and sang to each other’s favorite songs for the rest of the night.

N = Nickel: do they spoil? do they buy the person they love everything?

Yes. Whenever you mention anything that you want to Topper, he will seriously go out and buy it for you. He always does it because you love to see a smile on your face.

O = Orange: what colour reminds them of their other half?

Light blue. Your favorite shirt was light blue, and he loves how good you look when you wear the light blue shirt. His favorite baseball bat was light blue too.

P = Pet names: what pet names do they use?

Babe, baby, princess, and love.

Q = Quaint: what is their favourite non-modern thing?

His baseball cards. He started collecting them when he first started playing baseball, and throughout his time playing baseball. His collection has gotten bigger.

R = Rainy Day: what do they like to do on a rainy day?

He enjoys staying home. He’ll usually ask you to come over, so then the both of you can cuddle and watch each other’s favorite shows and movies.

S = Sad: how do they cheer themselves/each other up

He will go to the local batting cages at the local park. Most of the time, this does cheer him up. If not, he will look at all of the pictures he has of the both of you.

T = Talking: what do they love to talk about?

Baseball, golf, you, the future.

U = Unencumbered: What helps them relax?

You, golfing, batting, and walking on the beach.

V = Vaunt: what do they like to show off? What are they proud of?

You. Whenever he has the chance to, Topper is posting about you. Also, he loves to show off his new baseball equipment. You bought him the equipment for his birthday and you knew that season was right around the corner too.

W = Wedding: when, how, where do they propose?

He proposed while you were having a picnic on the beach. You were getting all of the food out of the basket and that’s when you saw the little box. At first, you didn’t know what it was but then eventually you put the pieces together and knew that a ring was in there.

X = Xylophone: What’s their song?

blind by ROLE MODEL

Y = You’re the ___ to my ___ (e.g the cookies to my milk, the macaroni to my cheese)

You’re the sweet to my dreams.

Z = Zebra: if they wanted a pet, what pet would they get?

A pitbull or german shepherd.

#topper thornton #topper thornton fanfiction #topper thornton x y/n #topper thornton x you #topper thornton x reader #topper thornton fanfic #topper thornton headcanon #topper thornton imagine

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bellaslilpapercut · 3 years

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Oh boy New Moon! I've got some Thoughts a brewin' babey:

1. Smeyer: you do not need to remind your audience what happened last book, they aren't stupid. Imagine if SC started catching fire with ANOTHER explanation of what the hunger games are and that's the vibe of the first chapters of new moon. We remember james, we know what vampires are, we know that Bella is white, stop reminding us!

2. Bella has the worst self esteem of all time. Every bad thing that has happened to her since the Van Incident has been Edward's fault but she still blames herself and idk if this is Intentional Insecurity or if smeyer is protecting edward's "character" or both but gdamn it's depressing.

3. The reason I said Jasper was Inconsistently Written jumped out at me again. Smeyer dedicated a whole paragraph to pointing out how terrible jasper is at the diet or whatever but in the guide, smeyer tells us jasper actively tried to starve himself in the past because of how difficult his gift made feeding. He was one of only two Cullens to show bella empathy, he smelled her blood before, why does he attack her? The weakness of this decision is pointed out in the exposition: if it really were likely that Jasper would attack Bella, she wouldn't have needed a superfluous paragraph dedicated to telling us how bad he is at self control. If the story had convinced us of that beforehand, we would have believed the attack without the addendum.

4. The party is my least favorite part of the whole series and I will die on this hill: edward should have attacked bella. Bella should have tripped into something glass and edward should have lost it because he tasted her blood before and couldn't help himself. That way: edwards self loathing makes sense and he's forced to recon with his superiority complex from the ending chapters of twilight AND bella's self blame makes sense. A vamp who was able to starve himself before he even heard of the cullens should not have lost it around someone he spent days in close quarters with, building rapport and friendship. Edward got too high and mighty after he fed from Bella in Twilight, that should have had real consequence.

5. The writing is getting a little better as we near Edward leaving. "Better" isn't a good word actually but it's getting closer to the prose in twilight (which was flowery and annoying but at least it didn't constantly feel like being spoonfed exposition every paragraph). Hm wrote this blurb while I was still on chapter 3 and the vibe of being spoonfed reminders has not really dissipated lmfao.

We remember Sam Uley, smeyer, you introduced him four chapters ago. Just quick question: did anyone proofread this?? I think it's fair to say: when she isn't reminding us of things that we remember the prose is more similar to twilight. A little annoying but interesting enough to forgive the errors (or at least move past them easily enough lol).

6. I'm on chapter 8 now (I'm gonna break this up into three parts so I don't forget stuff like I did during the twilight reread) and there's a very heavy Vibe that smeyer is setting Jake up to be a parallel for twilight-era Bella. This line here is a pretty clear parallel for Bella telling Edward not to hold his breath in Twilight when he tells her she might get tired of him.

7. This line here "almost happy in a shallow kind of way" really jumped out. What Bella's narration says about Jacob versus her conversations with him (and her one paragraph about his happiness being effortlessly contagious) are at odds. It doesn't read like shallow happiness when she's with Jake. However, Smeyer is also a bad writer, she thinks the story she's telling us is literally what the narration says and not what the action shows and I think she realizes this in Eclipse (but obviously I'm not there yet so I can't say for sure).

8. I really can't get over the drop in writing quality. I know that she had already mostly finished Forever Dawn by the time Twilight was published (or was halfway done, I think her website said she had over 300 pages of forever dawn complete when she found out Twilight was getting published). I think the writing quality really reveals that she was not prepared to write New Moon. It's sloppier than Twilight in a way I'm not able to articulate (by that I mean I personally have a more intuitive than technical understanding of grammar and syntax so I don't have the language to break down the differences). Twilight itself is ripe with technical errors and plot errors and awkward exposition so it's not an overt drop in quality but I think it very much reads like a rushed writing job. She was committed to forever dawn, her publishers wanted New Moon, it shows.

9. I think New Moon was when I first started physically editing my copies of the saga lol. Even reading it now I'm so tempted to open up a word document and cut half of the useless shit out and fix all the grammatical mistakes. I can't even talk shit because I am also a comma-abuser but I hoped an editor would at least catch the errors before publishing. Guess not! Brevity is very clearly not meyers strong suit and this would have been a much stronger sequel if she had been able to reign herself in a bit. New Moon isn't supposed to be as narration heavy as twilight, there's already more action in the first seven chapters than the there was in the first 19 of twilight but she always delivers exposition via awkward dialogue or Bella's narration. Again, we already got a lot of the exposition in twilight, we know how vampires work et cetera. You can show us how bella feels instead of making her tell us and the story would run a lot more smoothly.

10. I'll end on a nice note! Little treat!

This is my favorite part of the book so far. I whited-out the useless dialogue tag because the line reads better without it ( line originally ends with "I emphasized" but she could have been brief and just ended the dialogue with an exclamation point for the same effect). The dialogue is natural and shows the J/B relationship that lives in my head way better than anything else I've seen on the page at this point. Like, I literally love this line more than any dialogue that preceded it (including twilight) lol.

#new moon reread #its taken me so long to get through these first chapters because its physically painful lmfao #i think when jacob comes in it gets more enjoyable if im remembering correctly #though im sure the writing quality will be equal to twilight at best #i wish anyone else in the world had written jacob black #everything about his character from the jump has been to serve bella's story #and everything about bella was to serve edward #i think i will write a meta on that eventually

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senstia · 4 years

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Hii!! I love your page!! Do you do headcanons? If so: drunk neil w the foxes and andrew?? Again i love your page!❤️❤️

Hi!! Thank you so much! People don’t ask for them often but i’m always happy to do them!!

-Pls excuse my terrible grammar, punctuation and writing in general loll im very bad

-but anyway i love drunk neil hes the cutest boy ever and neil will always have my whole heart (and Andrews)

Here you go!!

The foxes decided to play 21 questions. It was Allison and Nicky’s idea. Neil attempted to opt out but they would have none of that. Neil wasn’t one to drink and since Nicky and Allison’s version of 21 questions involved a lot of shots he wasn’t exactly sure how he felt about it. Losing control wasn’t something Neil was used to but all the foxes looked so happy and he knew Andrew would make sure he was safe so in the end he decided he’d play.

“Andrew your turn!” Nicky yelled enthusiastically. He may have pre-gamed the game a little bit.

“Not playing,” Andrew said. Neil was sitting on the floor below him looking nervously excited and already slightly flushed from the alcohol making its way through his system. Andrew wondered what kind of a drunk Neil was. Hopefully he wasn’t an angry drunk.

“Fine, fine i’ll go again. Ummmm lets see oooh oh i got one! Never have I ever kissed a girl before!”

Allison, Renee, Aaron, Matt and Kevin all downed their shots immediately. Neil frowned down at his drink but slowly tipped it back and swallowed.

“Wait pause, Neil you’ve kissed a girl before?” Matt asked. Andrew tried to hide the curiosity from his face as he looked down at Neil.

“A couple,” Neil mumbled, embarrassed.

“A couple?? Neil is a player! I’m offended you never told us! Must not have been that great since you decided to swing the other way huh?” Nicky blabbered.

Neil flushed bright red. “I already said I didn’t swing and I don’t. Those girls were nothing. Andrew is different.” Neil said. He knew the alcohol was making his tongue looser but there was no way for him to control it at this point.

“Different how?” Allison said, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively at Neil.

“Don’t answer that,” Andrew snapped at Neil.

“Well, i’m still offended. I thought I was your first kiss!” Nicky shouted. Apparently alcohol made Nicky louder than normal.

“Your first- what? You’ve kissed Neil?” Dan asked incredulously.

“Yeah well...” Nicky paused and looked up at Andrew. Andrew was leaned over closer to him and giving him a death glare.

“Go on Nicky,” Andrew said.

“Please don’t kill me,” Nicky squeaked out.

Andrew pulled a knife out of his armband and started twirling it in his hand. “Explain.”

Allison was continuously feeding Neil shots as they watched this confrontation.

“Well you see, we may or may not have kissed a few times the first time we took him to Columbia,” Nicky said, looking terrified.

“I thought I told you to keep your hands off him?” Andrew said, cocking his head.

“You told me to give him the cracker dust so I did!”

“I didn’t realize that included kissing,” Andrew said.

“Okay yeah so I may have taken advantage of the situation a little bit. But I mean come on can you blame me? Neil is beautiful, like male model beautiful. I just couldn’t help myself! And besides you weren’t even into him back then!”

Aaron wrinkled his nose in disgust at the words. Neil looked perplexed by the whole situation. Andrew looked murderous.

Andrew stared at him in silence with death in his eyes. He wanted to deny what Nicky had said but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t attracted to Neil back then, even with the hair and contacts.

“Oh. Oh. You were into him back then? I-I mean um well I thought you hated him when you two met?”

“I did.”

Nicky looked extremely confused and Andrew wanted to stab him so bad his hands were shaking.

“It’s called sexual attraction Nicky. Leave him be,” Renee said softly but not quietly.

Andrew glared at Renee but stayed silent.

“Right um I-I apologize. Please don’t kill me. Please.” Nicky said weakly.

“If you ever get anywhere near him again or compliment him like that again I will stab you in your sleep.”

Nicky squeaked and recoiled from Andrew but nodded his head vigorously.

Neil was just looking up at Andrew in wonder and awe. Andrew glanced down at him and raised his brows but Neil just kept staring. Andrew just rolled his eyes and looked away.

“Okay next round, Kevin’s turn!” Allison said.

The next few rounds went by with little to no drama and Neil knew he was completely trashed. Every thought he usually kept in his head was managing to make its way out of his mouth and he had no way to stop it. Andrew was always beautiful and Neil always loved him but it was like the alcohol was making every feeling he had for Andrew increase tenfold and he was having a really hard time trying to keep those feelings to himself.

Neil contented himself with staring at Andrew in awe. Sometimes he couldn’t believe how perfect his boyfriend was.

“Look at how he’s looking at him!” Allison loudly whispered to Renee happily.

Everyone in the room heard that and they all moved their attention to Neil. Neil was sipping a mixed drink and staring at Andrew like he put the stars in the sky. Andrew was trying as hard as he could to ignore this and was staring intently at the wall.

“Neil what are you looking at?” Allison said. She was an instigator at heart and loved seeing Neil fawn over Andrew. Neil looked over at the rest of the group like he hadn’t realized any other humans existed besides Andrew.

Neil sighed, “My boyfriend,” he said dreamily.

Nicky squealed and the only person who wasn’t grinning widely at Neil was Aaron. Even Kevin looked mildly amused. Andrew just looked down at Neil with a blank face.

“Why are you staring at Andrew Neil?” Nicky asked already getting excited by what his response might be.

“Because I love him,” Neil said with a huge smile on his face. Everyone was squealing and smiling at this and Aaron looked at Neil with something like disbelief on his face.

Andrew fought tooth and nail to keep his expression unreadable but he felt like his insides were being stuffed with sunshine.

“Stop that,” Andrew said and flicked Neil’s nose.

Matt frowned at this. He knew Neil knew what he was doing and he was sure Andrew was different when they were alone but he did think Neil deserved someone who could be a little more affectionate.

Neil noticed Matt’s frown and stage whispered, “Don’t worry Andrew says he loves me all the time, he just doesn’t show anyone else his soft side.”

Everyone started cracking up laughing at this. Neil peeked up at Andrew hoping he didn’t anger him. His mouth was getting really hard to control at this point.

“Sorry,” Neil whispered to Andrew.

Neil was looking at Andrew with the biggest puppy eyes and Andrew knew he was so screwed. Andrew thought to hell with it and brought his hand to Neil’s cheekbone. Neil nodded happily at Andrew and Andrew began stroking his cheek. He leaned in and softly brushed his lips against Neil’s. Neil let out a contented sigh and melted into the kiss. After a moment Andrew pulled back to look at Neil.

Neil pouted, “More,” he whined.

Andrew rolled his eyes. “You’re drunk.”

“Drew I want, I want...” Neil said helplessly.

“What?”

Neil leaned close to Andrew’s neck and paused. Andrew muttered a soft yes and Neil brushed his lips against Andrew’s neck. “All of you,” Neil whispered.

Andrew stood abruptly and grabbed a water bottle from the fridge.

“Drewww,” Neil whined loudly.

“Oh my god, oh my god. He has a nickname for him! I’m gonna die it’s so cute,” Nicky said excitedly nudging Kevin over and over to get him to watch Neil and Andrew. Matt, Dan, and Allison were all squealing in excitement at the spectacle and Renee was smiling quietly.

“Drink,” Andrew said and shoved the water bottle into Neil’s hand.

“Does this mean we can have sex?” Neil said excitedly. Aaron choked on his drink and cringed at this.

Andrew lightly smacked Neil on the side of his head. “Shut it. Drink your water.”

“Drewww.”

Andrew glared at him, “What?”

Neil scooted up closer to Andrew’s seat and whispered loud enough for everyone to hear, “You’re really really beautiful.”

“If you’re trying to seduce me it’s not working,” Andrew said.

Neil cocked his head to the side dramatically. “Last time I said that you let me-“ Andrew put his hand over Neil’s mouth and Neil kept speaking beneath it.

“Finish that sentence and you’re sleeping on the floor.”

Andrew took his hand off Neil’s mouth thinking Neil was done but Neil finished his sentence aloud.

“-under five minutes, so I thought it worked,” Neil finished.

Nicky opened his mouth to say something and Andrew glared at him. “Say one word and you’re dead.”

Everyone was attempting to keep their laughs under control as Neil talked to Andrew.

Andrew got up again and Neil whined in protest. “Calm down i’m just getting you more water,” Andrew said as he stalked off.

Andrew came back and handed Neil another water bottle.

“Drewwww,” Neil said. Andrew just stared at him with raised brows.

“I love you. You’re the best person in the wholeeee wide world. And you’re also really really pretty. And your arms are super muscular. And you have beautiful eyes. And your hair is super soft. And I love that tiny freckle you have on your a-“ Andrew smacked his hand over Neil’s mouth again.

Andrew picked Neil up bridal style and growled, “We’re leaving.”

As Andrew walked out of the apartment with Neil in his arms Neil looked over his shoulder and waved happily at the foxes.

All the foxes just laughed at Neil and waved back at him.

Andrew plopped Neil down on their bed and stared down at him. Neil couldn’t remember anything he had just said but he had a hunch he had said some things he shouldn’t have.

“I’m sorry,” Neil said softly, wishing he was sober right now for about a hundred different reasons. The water had made it into his system enough that he was more aware of everything around him but he still felt off.

“Shut up. Yes or no?”

“Yes. Always yes,” Neil said breathlessly.

Andrew just sat down next to Neil on the bed and kissed him once softly on the lips. Neil sighed.

“Are you mad at me?” Neil asked.

“No. I love you.”

“Hug. Yes or no?” Neil asked.

Andrew just nodded and Neil wrapped him in a tight embrace. They stayed wrapped in each others arms for long minutes and right before Neil pulled back he whispered, “I love you too,” against Andrew’s neck.

Andrew got his answer. Neil was a sappy drunk.

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spencer-reid-in-a-pool · 3 years

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A - Z 🤍🤍

I’m assuming this means all the asks! So buckle up LOL. And thank you for taking an interest in lil ole me.

A: How did you come up with the title to [insert fic]?

Since you didn’t specify which title, I’m just going to talk about how I come up with titles in general. Normally, they happen one of two ways. Either I will come up with a title I think sounds cool out of the blue and then base a fic of its vibes, or I will write a fic to completion before deciding on a title. I like to use something that one of the characters say in this situation. It feels very full circle to me, if you will.

B: Any of your stories inspired by personal experience?

Unfortunately, my life is nowhere near as cool as the characters’ lives I write about. So no, I can’t say that my stories are based off personal experience. Unless you count me naming side characters my middle name every so often to indulge myself oops.

C: What member do you identify with most?

I guess by member it means character? And to be honest, I’m not really sure. I relate a lot to Spencer Reid I suppose, because I have never been popular and have always been a target for whatever shit life throws at me. I also like to think I’m kinda intelligent? Although if you look at my grade in my stats class right now, idk what to tell you-

D: Is there a song or a playlist to associate with [insert fic]?

Since there was no specific fic asked about, I can’t really answer this one! But to be honest, I don’t think there are any fics that I have written that I associated with songs.

E: If you wrote a sequel to [insert fic], what would it be about?

The first one that came to mind is Guest Speaker. If I wrote a part three for that, it would probably be fluffy domestic cute stuff with Spencer.

F: Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

“I don’t even know what it was…it happened so fast. Did you kill it, Geralt?” Jaskier asked in a huff. Geralt crossed his arms, and shook his head. “I figured I should make sure you didn’t die first, bard.” Jaskier nodded, a simple “Ah,” leaving his lips. “Well, no matter. You can fix me right?”

He sounded like he was poking fun at the situation, but I could hear the fear in his words. I decided to try and make him smile before I did this next part. It would be painful.

“Anything for Geralt of Rivia and his emotional support bard.”

(This was just really funny to me for some reason, and I feel like I did a good job with their characterizations! And then Y/N comes back with the emotional support bard comment and it’s something I would say in real life. From this fic.)

G: Do you write your story from start to finish, or do you write the scenes out of order?

It depends on my mood! Sometimes if I’m frustrated with a story or a scene, I’ll write them out of order based on what type of thing I feel like writing. But I would say 75% of the time I write my fics in order.

H: How would you describe your style?

To be honest, I have no idea. Do I even have a style? I just write stuff and hope that people read it and like it.

I: Do you have a guilty pleasure in fic (reading or writing)?

Happy endings pfft. So cliche, but like- they make me happy. Unless I am feeling particularly angsty that day and want to make an ending a complete train wreck >:)

J: Write or describe an alternative ending to [insert fic].

In this fic...I would let reader live LMAO. But like- I was feeling angsty that day okay-

K: What’s the angstiest idea you’ve ever come up with?

Reader dying at the end of the fic LMAO, in the fic linked in the previous one above this one.

L: How many times do you usually revise your fic/chapter before posting?

Uhh 😬 Maybe once? If that 😅 I’m usually so excited to post that I just kinda go ahead and click post and hope for the best. I rely on spell check and grammar check a lot 💀And I just hope my story flows well.

M: Got any premises on the back burner that you’d care to share?

I don’t think so! I keep my to do list public so everyone can see what fics I have planned. The only two I don’t have on there are the ones for the upcoming fic swap on @imagining-in-the-margins ‘s discord! But that’s cuz they’re secret :)

N: Is there a fic you wish someone else would write (or finish) for you?

I wish that I would finish the 85486824 WIPS I have, does that count? And that I would write down all the ideas I have in my head that I haven’t even given words yet.

O: How do you begin a story–with the plot, or the characters?

Ooh this is a tough one. I’m not really sure how to answer it actually. There have been fics that I come up with a general idea for a plot for first, and then others I will decide what characters I wanna write for before I have any clue as to what the plot might be.

P: Are you what George R. R. Martin would call an “architect” or a “gardener”? (How much do you plan in advance, versus letting the story unfold as you go?)

Oh I am 100% the type of writer to let the story unfold as I go. I have outlined two, maybe three of my fics? And then I didn’t even follow through with them because I had more ideas come to me as I was writing.

Q: How do you feel about collaborations?

I would literally LOVE to collab with someone!

R: Are there any writers (fanfic or otherwise) you consider an influence?

There are a ton, and I am so sorry if I missed any! @imagining-in-the-margins @randomfandomimagine @reidetic @lexieshuntingsstuff @writing-in-april @reidgraygubler @zhuzhubii @dreatine @andiebeaword @dontkissthewriter @spencers-dria @sunlight-moonrise @personofsinterest @ontheoddoccasioniwritestuff @reidlusts @itslatinamagia

S: Any fandom tropes you can’t resist?

Oh boy! 😅 There was only one bed, mutual pining, manic pixie dream girl, kissed to keep quiet, just to name a few!

T: Any fandom tropes you can’t stand?

Not that I can think of!

U: Share three of your favorite fic writers and why you like them so much.

But I have way more than three :’( @imagining-in-the-margins is definitely the first one off the top of my head. Last year I was in a really bad spot, and she invited me to her Discord, and it helped me get back into writing. Plus I made some life long friends in the server. @writing-in-april I love her sm because she is always around when I need her, and it’s nice to have a friend that thinks fairly similarly to me. @lexieshuntingsstuff and @reidgraygubler go hand in hand! They are the best sprinting buddies a girl could ask for.

V: If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose?

Ooh this is a tough one. I can’t think of any off the top of my head! Lame answer, I know 😅

W: Do you like more general prompts, or more specific ones?

Definitely more specific ones lol. It makes it a lot easier on me.

X: A character you enjoy making suffer.

Reader >:))

Y: A character you want to protect.

SPENCER REID AND JASKIER OKAY THEY DESERVE THE WORLD

Z: Major character death–do you ever write/read it? Is there a character whose death you can’t tolerate?

Again- Spencer and Jaskier. I will not TOLERATE THEIR ERASURE !!

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The Year of Magical Thinking, Ch.1

Summary: Francis Sinclair believed Arthur Morgan had not finished living. In a second chance at life, Arthur discovers what it means to love himself.

At the edge of a precipice and nowhere to run, Arthur concedes defeat. In an extraordinary turn of events, he is sent through the ether to another time where his path crosses with a group not too unlike his own family. After discovering the fate of those he loved before, he races to find a way back. But what if he realizes that there is something worth staying for in this new world? Can two people separated by nearly a hundred and twenty years of living find their happily ever after?

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So…Super nervous posting this. It’s the first time in a few years that I’ve written anything (the first fandom-centered work I’ve written since like 2005 lmao; Gilmore Girls anybody?) and it shows. But, alas, I’ve been incredibly inspired by RDR2’s story and the way other authors on Tumblr & AO3 have expanded on it. Shit guys, dunno if anybody is even going to read this, but I’ll push it out of the nest and into the world regardless. This may be the stupidest idea ever, but whatever, I’ll let y’all decide. A warning: This is not beta'd, but I reread it like 50 times. Still, I apologize for my terrible grammar. And, yes, I have shamelessly lifted the title from Joan Didion’s fantastic book. It just fit. So. Well. I’m terribly uncreative, so please forgive me Joan. Also, my only knowledge of 1920s-speak comes from F. Scott Fitzgerald, Clara Bow movies and Googling. I don’t know if anybody ever really said ‘old sport’, but what the hell. On another note, there will be a few things taken from the GTA universe, but it's minimal (San Andreas/Liberty City do not exist). I'll be explaining through a secondary character how states in RDR became the modern states that we know. And finally, constructive criticism welcomed and appreciated!! Anyway, here's Wonderwall...

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Warning: This is me working through my “stuff” vicariously through Arthur Morgan and co.

The Year of Magical Thinking

Chapter 1 - Prologue (or A Dream of Arthur Morgan)

Roanoke Valley - 1899 Peace settled over Arthur Morgan like a warm embrace; the rattle in his lungs that had invaded his every waking moment these past few months now a distant feeling. With each labored rise and fall of his chest, drowning in his own blood, he spared but one final thought.

It’s over. It’s finally over and death would soon come for him.

This wasn’t how Arthur had envisioned his death. No, he had always thought he would die with a bullet in his chest and cordite in his lungs. Not at the behest of disease and treachery. Such a shame that wisdom should only come to him on his deathbed. If only…

That’s what it came down to, that’s what it always comes down to. If only, if only, if only, his mind repeated nonstop. Regrets, Arthur had plenty of them. For months, he had been sinking so far in regrets, he could scarcely breathe. What could he have done differently that would have given a better outcome? How had he not seen Dutch’s descent into mania? Arthur supposed that maybe he had seen but chose to ignore, because when had Dutch ever led them astray.

Micah. Arthur had so many regrets about that goddamn snake. Micah had attached to Dutch like a leech and sucked every drop of the very lifeblood of the gang. He had played on all of Dutch’s insecurities and weaknesses. Arthur’s eyes were finally open, for all the good it did him now. But that rat was only one of the last in a long line of regrets he would have in his life. Arthur’s craving for penance started long before Micah came along.

Maybe Arthur himself was the leech, a disease – an infection. Death and pestilence followed him around like an acrid smell. It was something that seeped into his skin, clawed its way inside like a cancer until it reached his soul, the very center of him. Not happy with just him, it carried through the air and infected everything he had ever cared for or loved. His mother, Hosea, Mary, Eliza and –

Isaac. Arthur still had trouble even saying his name, so wrapped up in guilt as he was. During the rare times he found himself alone, thoughts of the little towheaded boy would invade his mind. Being rightly familiar with cowardice, he would press the tips of his fingers to his skull until they felt like ten dull knives, as if to physically rid himself of the painful memories. Of course, this rarely worked and he was resigned to suffer through the punishment he subconsciously forced upon himself. And now, as he laid on the jagged gravel of this cliff, he finally welcomed the comforting mental images of his son.

Feeling the weight of a life lived recklessly lift slowly from his mind, Arthur turned his head towards the setting sun, his final thought being: I gave it all I had.

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Francis Sinclair had one rule:

Don’t mess with the timeline.

It had seemed so easy in its simplicity. In the beginning, that is, until it wasn’t. He hadn’t counted on Arthur Morgan. For a bad man, he sure did a lot of good. Probably more than he realized. When Francis had asked the outlaw to find the futuristic rock carvings, he hadn’t expected Mr. Morgan to deliver. Especially not in a matter of months. Chronos himself probably would have found the task trying.

So, in 1932, when Francis had read about the fate of the Van der Linde Gang in a new hit novel by J. R. Miller, he learned that the coppers had closed in on his ole friend, and well, that just wouldn’t do. He understood that he wouldn’t be able to find Mr. Morgan in the time needed to prevent the most unfortunate aspects of his fate, but he could prevent the ultimate one. What he didn’t expect was to find the man with one arm in a Chicago Overcoat.

Francis pulled the horse-drawn buckboard to a stop in a clearing next to the crag and hopped down. The air was calm and filled with the late evening chatter of the local fauna. He jogged the incline of the rock until a recumbent figure came into his field of view. It wasn’t until he was a few feet away that he noticed the extent of the man’s injuries. His blue shirt stained brown, gone was the desperado’s worn black leather hat, in its place a matte of blood and dirt in his previously honeyed blonde hair. His once handsome face gaunt, his ashen skin a mess of bruises and cuts. One eye was swollen shut, blood trickling down the corner of his mouth. Was he even breathing? Francis was running out of time.

“You’ve a lot more living yet, old sport,” the red-head crouched down and placed two fingers against the outlaw’s throat finding a slow, but steady pulse. “Yes, a lot more.”

Mr. Morgan groaned.

“Come on, we gotta find a way to get ya on your gams, ya follow?” Francis grabbed the man’s arm and tried to pull him into a sitting position. Morgan was having none of that.

“Let me– let me die, damn you,” he wheezed on an exhale.

“No, no you poor little bunny. Can’t do that. Now up you go,” Francis pulled once more, this time succeeding.

In a broken voice, Arthur pleaded, “Goddamnit, jus’ let me alone. ‘M so damn tired.” When he finally raised his head and opened his good eye, a look of recognition passed over his face. “You– “

“Yes, me. Now, let’s scoot. You don’t have much time, Mr. Morgan.” Francis placed the man’s arm over his own shoulders, Arthur allowing himself to be hauled into standing.

Arthur weakly protested, “’M dyin’, Mr. Sinclair. I’m a dead man. Ain’t no use in helpin’ a dead man.”

Francis just laughed and replied with the strain of half-carrying a grown man in his voice, “No, Mr. Morgan. As I said before, you’ve a lot more living left to do. Now, conserve your strength.”

Likely out of exhaustion, the outlaw did not say another word. They barely made it to the buckboard before Arthur collapsed. Just before Morgan would have fallen to his knees, Francis used the momentum to haul the man into the back of the wagon. As Francis grabbed each of the larger man’s legs to swing into the bed, Arthur’s breath rasped in his throat, “Why you doin’ this?”

Francis regarded him for a moment before saying, “Because you helped me get outta a pretty big pickle.” He paused, then smiled, “And because you’re terribly important to a lot of people, baby.” And with that, Francis climbed back up to the seat and flicked the reigns.

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Well, shit.

Arthur’s plan to die in peace had been upended by a curious red-haired fellow in a blue sweater. With no energy to ruminate further, he resolved to die in the bed of this damn wagon. As the cart trudged backed to the main road, Arthur’s worn body felt every mound and stone the wheels rolled over. Finally, on a relatively smooth surface, he allowed himself to observe his surroundings. Tall pines and hemlock blurred into each other passing in his periphery as he stared at the spattering of stars visible through dark clouds. The sun had officially set in the last thirty minutes and all that remained a reddish orange hue near the horizon. Above him though, what a sight indeed. Bright stars twinkled along the Milky Way, like God himself spread them with a paintbrush across the sky.

Why had he taken all this for granted? So many nights spent under these same stars, but Arthur never really paid them any mind except for navigation. How many years before the artificial lights of the cities overpowered their natural beauty? Unable to ponder any longer and continue the fight to stay conscious, Arthur resigned to close his eyes and place complete trust in the relative stranger.

What felt like moments later, or hours Arthur was unsure, cold droplets of water forced his good eye open once again. A murmur of thunder rolled in the distance. Mr. Sinclair finally turned around, his voice deafened by the creaking of the wagon and heavy breathing of the horses.

“We are just a minute away. I think we’ll make it before the worst of the storm hits.”

But like an omen fitting of this night, Sinclair was wrong. What began as random drops here and there crescendoed into a torrential downpour. The red-haired fellow should have known that hitching his wagon to the outlaw would herald an abundance of bad luck. Unable to shield himself and too tired to care, Arthur welcomed the deluge as if it would wash him away.

Mr. Sinclair halted the horses and hopped down from the buckboard once more. He appeared in Arthur’s line of sight as he unlatched the tailgate, setting down a lantern and grabbing the larger man’s arms in another tug-of-war to get him sitting. Water poured down his face and converged at his chin.

“We just have to ankle about ten feet to the opening,” Sinclair hollered over the rain. “You ready?”

At this point, Arthur would have conjured up his most intimidating mien but there was no energy for that. “No,” he answered defeated.

Unperturbed, the younger man smiled, “That’s the spirit.”

Grabbing Arthur’s arms, Mr. Sinclair placed one across his shoulders. When he hauled the outlaw into standing position, Arthur’s world tilted. Feeling unable to breathe and so lightheaded, he launched into a series of hacking coughs. Blood splattered against his hand and mixed with the rain, diluting until it turned into a river of pink down his arm. He looked to Sinclair. Wet hair plastered to his forehead; the cold of the rain made the strange man’s curious birthmark stand out all the more against pale skin.

“When you gonna see that I’m already dead?” His weakened voice barely heard above the storm.

The redhead looked at him, “Please, just trust me.”

They began their short journey to wherever it was they were going, walking only yards but feeling like miles. By the time they reached what appeared to be a cave entrance, Arthur’s knees buckled and his vision went black. He would have felt hitting the ground, if he’d been conscious. Coming to seconds later, he became aware of his arms being tugged above his head. Mr. Sinclair was apparently dragging him. Deep down, Arthur briefly admired the man’s grit. However, the sentiment was soon replaced by annoyance and near-agony as the sensation of what felt like an elephant settled atop his chest. In and out of consciousness, Arthur realized they had stopped when Sinclair crossed the threshold to grab the lantern at the mouth of the cave. The red-haired man set the lantern between the outlaw and the cave wall and then perched above his head, grabbing both of his arms by the wrists. Arthur could see the younger man’s mouth moving but could not discern the words, only comprehending ‘listen’ and ‘your hands’.

Sinclair then placed Arthur’s large hands against the cool stone wall. Even in his delirious state, he recognized the carvings he had previously found for the peculiar fellow. He could feel the vibrations of the man’s voice behind him in what felt like a chant, but he still could not determine the words. To Arthur’s astonishment, the outlines in the rock began glowing a mute bluish color. What began as a slight tingling in his fingertips turn into full body experience. Reality dissolved into nothingness and became a pure void. And then –

Everything.

Every single moment in his hard life experienced again but in hundred times the speed. This must be it, Arthur thought. God must be forcing him to relive every chapter of his rotten existence before He banished him to the fiery pits of Hell. Familiar faces began to permeate his view. Arthur tried in vain to reach out at the image of his mother. Beatrice Morgan may have been alive for only a small portion of his life, but he would carry her memory with him forever in the form of a flower at his bedside. Unpleasant memories began to flash as Lyle Morgan pervaded his vision. The son of a bitch had been a vile presence in his young days, a man who Arthur would live in fear of until the moment they finally hanged him. Arrested for larceny, his death hadn’t come soon enough.

And then Hosea appeared, someone Arthur had thought of as more of a father than even Dutch. The man had been convinced by the raven-haired outlaw to take a chance on a scared gangly boy who had just tried to rob their room. Starved and desperate for family, Arthur had latched onto the men soaking up anything they would teach him. And teach him they had.

More memories raced by, and Arthur caught sight of a beautiful brown-haired girl. Mary Gillis, the visage of her still enough to stir his pulse, laughed and blushed like a young woman in love. Even in the inevitability of their parting, Arthur had still carried the hope that they’d one day reunite and ride off into the sunset together. If not for Guarma and the mess that had come from the robbery in St. Denis, that may have been his future. Not the hellfire that awaited his damned soul.

And then, Eliza. A young girl of nineteen, Arthur had found comfort in her embrace in the wake of heartbreak. Intent on forgetting Mary, he foolishly took advantage of a girl’s infatuation and followed her to a room above the saloon where she worked. What had come from the union was a beautiful gift but more a curse. Isaac had his mother’s hair and his father’s eyes. A happy baby from what Eliza had told him. Until a group of transients killed them both over ten dollars. Arthur had just whipped up a tidy sum from some cattle rustling and had set his compass to visit his secret family, fully intent on giving Eliza all of the hard-earned money. What greeted him would harden his heart and set him on a path of wickedness. All he had to see were the two graves to understand what had happened.

Like a moving picture, the entirety of his life played before him. If this was what the devil had in mind for his punishment, it would be a hellish eternity. Forced to relive every mistake and misstep he’d ever made; it was what he deserved. But as the memories neared their end, he began to feel a weightlessness. Every atrocity and sin that had weighed heavy on his shoulders suddenly lifted. Again, everything went black.

But then –

Stars. Billions of them. Clearer than any night sky he’d ever seen. Galaxies and distant worlds powdered his vision like puffs of freshly picked cotton. No longer held under the burden of sickness, he took a deep and easy breath. He hadn’t felt this well in months – no, years. Was this heaven? Could God forgive a lifetime of misdeeds? Arthur may have never been a good man, but he did try to be better – in the end. But, no. He was irredeemable. This was a final punishment. A peek at the peace and serenity that redemption would have gifted, before God cast him from the light.

The answer was seemingly given when an unnatural force dragged him back through the ether. Again, hundreds of images flashed in his sight, but this time the memories didn’t belong to him. Too fast to discern individual frames, he could only pick out one reoccurring subject. A woman with dark blonde hair and a bright smile that formed two apple cheeks. Strangely familiar, his memory told him he didn’t know her, but his subconscious shouted in recognition. Then she was gone and with her the remainder of his vision.

Everything turned to black once more.

#Red dead redemption #Arthur Morgan x oc #rdr2 #arthur morgan #rdr2 fanfic #the year of magical thinking #arthur x oc #red dead redemption 2

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my-soul-sings · 6 years

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Prompt by @patient-blossoms on @dailyau:

This is pretty normal for us but you look terrified, you’re not from around here are you? AU

When Jim asked me to cover a report for him in a small, quiet town, I expected to find quaint little shops and homes, old ladies feeding the pigeons on benches, and young people sipping on tea and eating pretty cakes at quiet cafes.

I thought he was doing something nice, maybe as a sort of early birthday treat for me, though it’s two months too early. I kind of brushed that detail aside at the time, because I just really needed a break from frequent late-night stays in the office churning out articles and getting pushed around to do other people’s work. You could say I was desperate to have an excuse to get out of town for a bit.

I guess I should have known better than to trust someone who gave his blind mother a furry pillow for her birthday and told her it was a cat.

I inch backwards slowly till I hit the grimy wall of the small alley I’m in. I hastily take a step forward, grimacing and hoping it doesn’t leave a stain on the back of my favourite denim jacket.

“You okay?”

My head snaps up, and I meet the hazel brown eyes of the man who just saved me. He’s panting, with droplets of perspiration running down the sides of his chiselled face and neck. Aside from a cut lip, he looks like he just finished a 2-kilometre jog and tripped at the end of it. You wouldn’t think that he just won a fight bare-handed against four relatively big thugs who could barely manage to bust his lip.

To be fair, this guy isn’t exactly petite either. He looks like he works out a lot. He has big shoulders, huge pecs that rival the size of my own chest and a rounder butt than mine. I wouldn’t be surprised if he had an eight-pack hiding underneath his tight black shirt. He’s a full package deal.

He gives me a once-over to check that I’m not wounded when I don’t offer an answer. I’m fine, aside from the bleeding scrape on my temple, and potential bruises on my arms. He, on the other hand, has bleeding knuckles, though I’m not sure if they belong to him or my attackers.

A groan sounds from the side, and I notice one of the thugs lying on the floor struggling to get up on shaking arms. If he didn’t just try to rob me, I’d actually feel a little sorry for him. All those bruises have got to hurt.

He utters a profanity directed at us as he slowly attempts to get up. In the next second, he receives a hard kick to the face and rolls over till he hits the opposite wall, before he finally stills again. I turn away, unable to stomach any more violence for the day. A wave of nausea washes over me and I do my best to keep it in.

Hopefully the guy isn’t dead, or I might be an accomplice to a murder.

“Damn, I just washed these too...” The man clicks his tongue as he peers down at his white sneakers that are now covered in dirt. His right shoe has some blood on the top now, and I’m guessing that belongs to the thug he just kicked. “Guess this is what I get for helping someone out.”

Well, he could have picked a better spot to kick if he really didn’t want to ruin his shoes.

“Is this your first time getting robbed?” he asks casually, leaning his weight on one foot and cocking his head to one side. He’s acting as if we’re meeting for the first time on a Tinder date instead of standing in the middle of a dark alley that smells like a garbage dumpster, with four men lying unconscious on the ground.

“Yes,” I reply, not meeting his gaze. I don’t know if I can trust him, after all the things I’ve witnessed in the span of fifteen hours in this small town. Everywhere I’ve been today feels like a scene out of a movie. There were druggies and alcoholics walking the streets, yelling profanities to the air and shattering glass bottles on the litter-covered ground. Someone flipped over a table in a small shop while I was having lunch and then a fight broke out between what seemed like mafia gangs. I didn’t stay for long to find out more, in fear of earning a knife in my chest or a chair to my head.

He might have just saved me, but this guy might be another shady character with other motives in mind for keeping those guys from robbing me. Maybe he’s going to sell me off to some underground human trafficking business. Or maybe he’ll try to rob me instead. Multiple scenarios cross my mind, which makes me break out into even more cold sweat as my heart palpitates.

All I want to do is get out of this town, drive all the way to Jim’s house and bash his head repeatedly with his favourite camera. He’s going to pay for making me go through this just to cover some silly story on their new goose mayor.

“You don’t seem to know any self-defense moves either. You’re not from around here, are you?”

I shake my head. So knowing self-defense is normal here? I guess that’s not too surprising, considering all the things I’ve seen today. Gang fights, drug deals and daylight robberies... What’s next? A serial killer?

...Probably shouldn’t jinx myself. I’m only heading home tomorrow. I need to find a way to not get knifed in my sleep tonight.

“You don’t talk much, huh?” he questions, raising a curious brow. “Still scared?” Amusement gleams in his eyes as he leans in slightly to get a closer look at my face.

I duck down to avoid having him get too close, picking my bag off the ground. I pat off stray specks of dirt. Or maybe it’s dog poop. I try not to think about it.

“Thanks for the help,” I say curtly. “I should go.” Better get out of here while he’s in a relatively good mood. Maybe he’ll let me go without asking for anything in return.

I turn on my heel, ready to hightail it out of there, but his hand wraps around my wrist before I can take a step away from him.

“What’s your name?” he drawls in a deep voice.

Swallowing thickly, I do my best to hide the trembling in my voice. “Why- Why do you need to know?”

“Because I want to?” He sounds amused. At least he’s not angry. Good. “The name’s Dustin.” He releases my wrist when I turn so that I’m half-facing him.

“Oh. Hi.” I cringe at my flat reply. Better think of something fast. I don’t want to reveal my real name, lest he uses it to track me down or something. What’s a good girl name to use? Uh... Um...

“So what’s your--”

“J-Jenga. Name is H-Hannajenga.”

There’s an awkward pause.

“Your name is... Hannajenga?” he repeats.

“Y-Yeah. Parents were a big- big fans of the card game.”

“Right...” he mutters, not bothering to ask further. I guess weirding him out is one way to get him to not target me. Good going, Anna.

“So... Hannajenga, are you in a hurry to go somewhere?”

Crap, I am so screwed.

“My great-grandfather passed away today and we burying him so I’m leave now bye.”

I’ll admit, I’m not the best at coming up with excuses on the spot. Not to mention, my brain forgets that grammar exists when I’m panicking as much as I am now. In my defense, Dustin can probably break my neck with one hand if he wants to so my fears are a hundred-percent justified.

“Too bad then. It’ll have to wait.” With one sharp tug, he grabs my arm, spins me around and I stumble, nearly slamming straight into his chest. Instinctively, I grab at his black bomber jacket to steady myself. He reaches for my other arm and holds me in place, before his face slowly leans in closer towards mine.

Oh no. Ohhhhh no. This isn’t happening. I haven’t even had my first kiss yet. I may not know any self-defense moves, but there’s nothing stopping me from inventing some.

I dig my heels into the ground and raise my knee, aiming for the spot where the sun doesn’t shine. I’ve seen enough shows and read enough books to know that this is an effective way to immobilise a male attacker.

Unfortunately for me, Dustin is too fast. He steps to the side, and my knee only finds air. I’m not about to give up though. I lunge for him, forming fists with my hands and attempting to throw a punch to his nose. He catches my wrists easily with his big hands, and pushes me back, causing me to lose my balance and fall to the ground clumsily like a rag doll.

“Firstly, I don’t fight girls.” I hear Dustin’s voice and his footsteps as he steps closer. The asphalt crunches beneath the soles of his shoes, muffling the sound of my dismayed groan as I find a new scrape on my elbow, along with dirt on my jeans. "Secondly, last I checked, punching someone isn’t how you thank them. And thirdly,” he squats down next to me as I get up. “That’s not how you form a fist, Miss Hannajenga.”

I back up till my back hits the wall, and I curl up instinctively. My eyes go to his shoes, where the blood stains still remain. This is it. I’m going to get beaten to a pulp just like these guys on the floor next to me. Maybe worse. Tears spring to my eyes as terror seizes me. There were so many more things I wanted to do with this life, and so many things I wanted to say to my family. Guess time’s up for me.

If I die today, I’m going to haunt Jim for the rest of his miserable life.

Screwing my eyes shut, I brace myself for the first kick that will crack my skull open, but even after counting to five, nothing comes.

I hear him squat down, and I press closer against the wall, a whimper escaping me before I can stop it.

“Wait. Are you- Are you crying? What the hell? Why are you crying?”

“P-Please don’t kill me,” I plead in a tiny voice, my shoulders beginning to shake with sobs.

“Fuck, I just said I don’t fight girls.” He sighs exasperatedly, taking my hands gently and lifting them to reveal my face. I probably look like a mess. My mascara isn’t waterproof, my hair is a mess from the scuffle with the thugs earlier, and I’m an ugly crier. At least snot isn’t running down my nose yet.

I take a chance and look at his eyes. He’s telling the truth. There’s no malice in them. I only find traces of guilt and worry in his frown.

“I wasn’t going to attack you. I was just gonna say that you should get that wound on your head looked at. They hit your head against the wall pretty hard earlier.”

Most of my suspicion and fear clears. If Dustin really wanted to attack me he could have done so earlier. He wouldn’t have let me attack him and let me get away with it with nothing more than a rough push to the ground. Even that was just in self-defense.

He extends a hand towards me to help me up. It doesn’t seem like he means any harm. Warily, I accept it, and he grips it firmly to pull me to my feet.

“I feel fine,” I tell him honestly as I wipe my tears away. “Thanks for saving me. And... sorry for trying to hurt you earlier.”

He waves it off. “Don’t worry about it. You wouldn’t be able to hurt me even if you tried anyway.”

True.

“Are you heading back to wherever you’re staying? I can give you a ride. It’s getting late and it’s dangerous for you to walk along on the street at this time. Lots of bad guys are roaming the streets and pretty girls like you won’t escape their notice.”

My cheeks warm at the compliment, and at the devious smirk he throws my way. He’s cute, but still, there must be a reason why he’s offering to do all this for me.

“Why are you being so nice?” I ask.

His smile widens. “Do I need a reason to help a pretty girl who’s in distress?”

So... does he want to get in my pants or something? Because that’s definitely not an option.

“I’m not trying to get in your pants,” he laughs, as if having read my mind. My face burns and I avoid his amused eyes. “I mean, I wouldn’t mind,” he pauses to wink, “but I’m really helping you out just because. It’s not cool for guys to team up against a girl like that.”

“So... you’re the only good guy in this town?”

He chuckles. “Not the only one, but I guess sober people like me are rare to find here.”

“What’s a guy like you doing here then? You look a little out of place from all the,” I gesture vaguely in the air, “drunkards and druggies here.”

“I grew up up here,” he replies. “Long story short, my parents got a divorce and I moved away with my mom. I come back occasionally to visit my dad.”

“I see. And you happened to be passing by when you saw me getting mugged?”

“Pretty much,” he shrugs, placing his hands in his pockets. “So, do you want a ride back?” he offers a second time.

Normally I would say no to getting a ride from a stranger, but he did just save me like a knight in shining armour and he is kind of cute...

“Just promise not to kill me or threaten my life in any way?”

“Promise.” He flashes me a charming grin. Damn. That’s not very good for my heart.

“Okay then. Follow me, Hannajenga.” With that he turns on his heel and walks off, leaving me with my lips parted and staring dumbly at his broad back.

First things first, I really should tell him my real name.

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A to Z Fluff - Lena Luthor

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(A/N):

FINALLY SOME LENA FLUFF

I apologize for the low quality of this thing, I’m doing my best at writing on my phone since Tumblr on my PC does not let me post anything, Idk why

I also have to put the codes like and you guys know I write long things so…it’s making me crazy, sorry for any grammar mistakes to JUST SORRY FOR EVERYTHING OKAY?

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A= Attractive.

what do they find attractive about the other

Your hands, off all things, this angel find your hands to be the most attractive part of your already unbelievable attractive body. Is not just because she’s a thirsty gay, is also because she finds your hand movements to be as graceful as art itself. You use your hands a lot to be express yourself, from a simple point of view to a delicate touch that reminds her how much you love her, she loves your hands.

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B= Baby

Do they want a family? Why? / Why not?

Y E S. But not soon, she would love have kids with you, two or three as much, but she doesn’t want to rush things and she has the company and too much work, she likes her work, so she want to have a family with you when the right time comes, and she knows she’ll have time for you and the baby(ies). *whispers* and she wants a girl

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C= Cuddle

How do they cuddle?

The tighter you hold her the better. She will be so close to you, she just loves to dive into your arms and forget about the world and the weigh of the company on her shoulders. A lot of neck kisses oh my god, this girl, she just can’t help it, she will see a little bit of skin and she’ll have to kiss it!

Also, don’t even try to get up from that couch or she’ll murder you with a glare, or she’ll do grabby hand and will pout and you’ll probably die from so much cuteness.

She’s really needy for affection, most of the times she’s between your legs or sitting on your lap, either way, she will always manage to hide in the crook on your neck if she gets sleepy, and she’s always holding your hands.

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D= Dates

what are dates with them like?

A lot of laughs and gossip. You want dates for her to be fun, so you always manage to make her laugh and complain about her Co-workers if necessary, she loves the awful nicknames you give them.

“so, it’s monkey ass face bothering you again? ”

“no, this time is Assbut”

“ugh freaking Assbut, he’s worst than coin face”

But there’s also heavy flirting and a lot of compliments, specifically from her part. A lot of lips bites too, thirsty gay mode on.

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E= Everything

You are my ____ (e.g my life, my world)

“You’re my everything, I see you everywhere I laid my eyes to, I hear you in every melody, I don’t how you did it y/n, but I’m immersed in your world, and I don’t think I can get out of it”

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F= Feeling

When they did know they were falling in love?

She noticed it, it was subtle almost non-existing but it was there, her smile was bigger when you were around her, her body would nonchalantly get closer to you like a magnet, she knew what was happening… And she didn’t hold back.

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G= Gentle

Are they gentle with you? if so, how?

She’s such a sweetheart. She’s really sweet and soft with you, even when she has to be firm or spat the truth at your face she will do it with a soft voice, never raising it or looking threatening.

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H= Hand/Hold

How do they like to hold hands?

It’s subtle, sometimes people misread it as a common thing because she will hold your hand mostly to drag you from place to place on the company. But you know that is not actually it, she is not a big fan of PDA.

She loves to hold your hand while she’s taking with you, softly caressing it with her thumb.

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I= Impression

First Impression/s

Stunning, you are stunning and oh my she was dying to talk to you. She nervously aproches you, your eyes focus on your project, clearly interested on whatever thing you were writing down. She clears her throat, calling your attention, and when she started talking to you asking about your project, she was stunned. You are not only gorgeous, but smart too!

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J= Joker

Are they into pulling pranks?

Yes, that devilish smirk of her should be enough for you to noticed when she is going to prank you. From little jumps scares, to dyeing your hair, but nothing that may hurt you, it’s just to get revenge on something or just to have some laughs.

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K= Kisses

How do they kiss?

Extremely good, she will kill you, or revive you, she has no in between. Sometimes she will suck the life out of your tiny body with those hungry kisses that will also make you weak, or will revived you with those sweet sweet kisses where you are sure angels are singing and bells are ringing.

She is a sucker for lip bites, so be prepared my friend, she will eat you. A hand in your neck, so she can deep the kiss, another hand either on your waist or hip, she’ll grip you tightly. Her lips are so fucking sOFT.

Will absolutely don’t give a damn sometimes and make out with you on her office, sometimes neck kisses will be involve and she LOVES, Neck kisses.

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L= litttle things

what little things do they love/notice?

You stumble over your words everytime you’re excited. And she can’t help but love it, she thinks is adorable.

Another thing she noticed is how handworker you are, you even spend more hours working that her. And even though she’s your boss, she can’t get you out of your office, too busy with your project. She sees your passion and interest in your project, she loves it. Because no matter how tired you are, you always smile at her at the end on the night when she asks you about how’s your project.

And a thing that she loves, is how protective you are, even though you said otherwise. You show this with little gestures, a lunchbox on her office, giving her your jacket when it’s raining, arguing with anyone that dares to throw dirt on her name. You care, she noticed that you care.

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M= Memory

they favorite moments together

That moment after falling asleep. A lot of things can happen, but the best thing is that it’s just Lena and you, no one else to bother, just your girlfriend and you. Lena adores this moment, when she can kiss you and talk to you with the comfort of her pajamas and bed.

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N= Nickel

Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?

“Aw what a cute Puppy-LENA PUT THAT MONEY DOWN”

“but I want to buy it for you!”

She is rich, she is in love, she will spoil you to death, I think that there’s no need to explain this. Whatever you want, look or even just thought about, you will have it, no discussion.

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O= Orange

what color reminds them of their other half?

Your favorite color

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P= Petnames

What pet-names do they use?

Dear - Babe - Love -Sweetheart - Baby - Dr. Y/L/N (kinky cinnamon roll)

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Q= Questions

what are the questions they’re always askin?

Have you eaten yet?

Being a scientist and working for such an important company plus you being very passionate about your work, would always lead you to forget about taking care of yourself, your take more care of Lena that yourself. So Lena has to remind you to take a break, just like you do with her. The biggest problem with you is food, sometimes you will forgot to eat, so Lena is always asking you if you had something to eat.

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R= Remember

Their favorite memory of each other

That moment when it was just you and her, alone, in a blanket fort at 4 am after she had a nightmare, product of the countless times when she almost faced death. She needed to get herself out of that dark world, so you build a blanket fort, drag her inside and begin talking about future projects she wanted to do, needless to say, she forget all about her nightmare, and got consumed by your voice, messy hair and paper mess.

I know a look people will think this is not romantic or shit, and you’re right, but it was what she needed, no sugary words or endless promises about keeping her safe, she needed someone to be there for her. You didn’t got scared or pity her, you were there for her, and you know when she needs to be hold and when to be distracted. You are her friend, not only her beloved, and that’s something she hadn’t figure it out yet… Until that day.

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S= Sad

How they cheer themselves / each other up

Disney marathons + cuddles

Lena loves it, sometimes you’ll have to sneak some alcohol to the mix but sometimes is not even necessary, your warmth is enough for her.

She will cheer you up with kisses, cuddles and going out to do something out of the ordinary to make you forget about whatever had upset you.

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T= Talking

what do they love talking about?

Science. You’re the only one that can understand her, and geek out with her. From Stars Wars conversations to the theories and number and oh my lord she won’t stop geeking.

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U= Universe

Use a metaphor, what are they to each other? (e.g he was the universe, ever-changing and mysterious)

“She is made up of words that not anyone can understand, her mind is a dictionary of sadness and headache, her heart is a poetry book for the hopeless, she is the prettiest song, the most meaningful haiku, nd the longest novel, It takes a while to read her, Seconds to love her, And a lifetime to forget her”

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V= Very___

they thoughts about each other (e.g she’s very smart, he’s very stubborn, they’re very annoying)

she’s can be very childish with you, you’re very fond of her, she’s very soft with you, you’re very smart

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W= Why

Reason why the love each other

You’re her everything. You’re not just a lover, someone to hold at night, you’re also her friend, and even though she has Kara, is still weird for her to have friends, and now she has you. You’re there for her, good times and bad times no matter what happens you are there, you listen to her and also know when to keep your mouth shout, but most important, you don’t have doubts about her, about the weight on her shoulders, about her turning “evil” , you trust her with your life, and that…that made her dive into you, that made her heart feel safe.

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X= Xylophone

What’s they’re song?

Coldplay - Something just like this

Url: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FM7MFYoylVs

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Y= You the ___ to my ___ (e.g the cookie to my milk, the macaroni to my cheese)

You’re the force to my Jedi

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Z= Zebra

if they wanted a pet, what pet would they get?

#lena luthor #lena luthor imagines #lena luthor imagine #lena luthor x reader #lena x reader #katie mcgrath #supergirl #supergirl headcanons #supergirl imagines #supercorp #a to z #fluff #fem!reader

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i-also-miss-our-talks · 6 years

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Aliens ~ Jared Kleinman x Reader

Requested by @helplesshansen: Hi there! I was wondering if you could do a Jared x reader where they’re just friends and Jared is like super sure there’s been an alien sighting so him and the reader go and camp out where it happened and they wake up in each other’s arms and realize they like each other? If not, I understand. Thanks!!

Wow. Now idea where this plot flew off to, but here’s the story. Tbh, it was like 95% done yesterday, but instead of finishing it earlier today (like I was supposed to) I spent the whole day watching Ryan Higa videos. I’m so sorry this took forever but I hope you like it!

WC: 1,592

Warning: Swearing, Connor and Jared arguing, Jared Kleinman

Masterlist

But seriously, if you don’t like this, please let me know and I’ll 100% rewrite it!

“Kleinman, you’re a fucking idiot.”

“I saw it, Murphy! With my own two eyes.”

Great, you thought to yourself. Another argument. You walked over to the table and sat beside your best friend. “What did you see?”

Connor sighed. “Jared thinks he saw a fucking alien.”

“I did see an alien, Murphy! You just don’t believe!”

You gasped and looked at Jared beside you. “You really saw an alien? Where?”

Jared smirked at Connor, pleased that someone believed him, and turned towards you. “Over by Ellison State Park. You believe me, don’t you Y/N?”

“I think I have to, or else I wouldn’t have this ‘best friend’ title,” you laughed and began eating your lunch.

“Don’t tell me you’re actually serious,” Connor frowned. Evan sat down beside him, causing Connor to pause in his sandwich eating to press a kiss to his temple. Connor grabbed Evan’s hand and continued. “There’s, like, no proof. At all.”

“Wait, what is happening?” Evan asked, turning towards his boyfriend for an answer. “What is there no proof for?” Unfortunately, the poor boys questions would have to wait

“Well, I’ll get you proof,” you shrugged. “You just want, like, a photo? I can get you a photo.”

Jared smiled. “Yeah! We’ll get you your damn photo, Murphy! Just wait till tomorrow!”

You turned to Jared, a bit confused. “Tomorrow? Jared, we’ve got school tomorrow. Which means we should probably get some sleep tonight.”

He nodded. “Yeah! We’ll camp out with a camera tonight, take the photo of the alien—which does, in fact, exist—and bring it to school tomorrow to show Connor.”

Jared wasn’t one for letting someone say ‘no’, so you had no choice but to comply with his idea. Sighing and disregarding the fact that he ignored your statement about sleep, you nodded. “Sure. Let’s do it.”

That night, around nine, Jared pulled into your driveway. And you only knew that because of his obnoxious honking. “Alright, alright! I’m coming,” you yelled out your window, mumbling a jackass under your breath. You quickly threw on a sweatshirt, grabbed your phone and bag full of snacks, and ran out to Jared.

“It’s about time! We can’t risk missing the alien,” Jared said as you got into the passenger seat. He backed out of your driveway and drove towards the park. “Did you get the goods?”

You reached into your backpack and pulled out the most important snack; the giant container of gummy bears that you had bought with him after school. “You bet your ass I did.”

Jared smiled and high-fived you. “Nice work!”

“Did you bring the equipment?”

“Yep! I’ve got a tent, two sleeping bags, my Mom’s professional camera, a pizza, and,” Jared paused and kept his eyes on the road as he reached behind him to grab a small paper bag from the back seat. “This.”

You took the bag from his hands and looked inside. You gasped at the sight. “Jared! How’d you get this?”

“Stole it from Murphy. He should really pay more attention when he’s walking through the hallway. Someone could just grab stuff out of his bag,” Jared said and turned onto the road leading up to the park.

“He’s seriously gonna kill you if he finds out you took this,” you said and put the bag in your backpack. “Do you have any idea how much this stuff costs?”

Jared shrugged. “He wont miss it. Probably. He can always get some more from his guy.”

You nodded. “I guess. But still, Grandiôse eyeliner is pretty fucking expensive.”

“Haven’t you ever wondered why, though? Tonight’s our chance to figure it out,” Jared said as he pulled up to a field. He parked the car and got out, grabbing all his supplies. “Ready to catch us an alien?”

You smiled and put your backpack on, grabbing the pizza from his hands when it looked like he was going to drop it. “Ready!”

A few hours later, you two had finished the pizza, eaten over half of the gummy bears, and decorated in tutorial-perfect eyeliner.

You laid on your sleeping bag in the tent, debating if you should grab another gummy bear or not, when Jared let out a big yawn. You looked over at him. “Hey, Jar?”

“Yeah?”

“Did you see an alien? For real?”

Jared widened his eyes and nodded. “Of course I did! I would never lie about such a thing!”

You felt your eyelids grow heavy. “Okay. I believe you,” you yawned. “Is the camera set up correctly?”

The boy nodded. “Sure is. It’s set up so that anything that moves in front of it gets its photo taken.”

“Awesome. Murphy’s gonna,” you paused to let own a yawn, “eat his words. Or, something like that.” Slowly, your eyes closed, calling it a night.

In the morning, you woke up with your phone alarm. You groaned and reached to turn it off. “Stupid alarm,” you mumbled and shifted back into your big pillow. Wait…why was your big pillow here? And when did you get a big pillow? Your eyes shot open to reveal the shirt of your best friend. You shifted your body just enough so you could view Jared’s face.

His glasses were slightly crooked as his eyes were shut in peaceful sleep, eyeliner somewhat smudged. His lips parted ever so slightly as he took in and let out soft breaths. Not to mention, every once in a while, his arms that wrapped around you would pull you slightly closer. Your heart sped up as you took in the sight of The Insanely Cool Jared Kleinman. And what a sight it was.

Jared stirred and woke up as your alarm went off again, indicating your extra five minute snooze was over. He yawned, opened his eyes, and blushed as he realized your position. “I, um, I swear I didn’t try anything! Honest!”

You couldn’t help but let out a laugh. “Really, Jar? That’s the first thing you thought of saying?”

“What else do you want me to say?” Jared laughed with you. You two let the laughs die out until it was back to awkward silence. Jared stared at you for a few moments before speaking again. “Y/N, can I try kissing you?”

“W-what?! That’s really out of the blue, Jared! You gotta prepare me for something like that,” you exclaimed, feeling your cheeks heat up.

Jared smiled. “C’mon, you know I gotta be cliche. Just a peck, I promise, unless you beg for more,” he teased, wiggling his eyebrows. You rolled your eyes, but nodded. Carefully, Jared placed his lips on top of yours.

The boy was right; it was only a peck. As soon as it started, it ended. Jared let go of you and sat up. He grabbed the camera and looked through the film. But you couldn’t help wanting to taste a bit more of last nights pizza and gummy bears. “Jar,” you whined.

“What?” Jared said, turning towards you. When he say you pouting slightly, he smiled. “Oh, were you not done?”

You shook your head and leaned forward, locking lips once again.

“Where the fuck were you two during second hour?” Connor asked as you and Jared sat down for lunch.

“We got back from camping during third hour. Chill, Connor,” you replied and pulled out the leftover gummy bears. Jared perked up at the sight and grabbed a handful.

Evan walked into the cafeteria and sat beside Connor. “Hey! Did you get a picture?”

Jared nodded and pulled out the camera. “Yes we did! We got a lot! I wasn’t able to look through them yet, but we got a bunch of photos! So suck it, Murphy!” Jared laughed as he shoved the camera into Connors hands.

Connor rolled his eyes and flipped through the photos. A small smirk formed on his face. “An alien, huh?”

“Yep! Told ya it was real,” Jared said.

Connor laughed and turned the camera around so you two could see the photo. “Yep. You got me there, Kleinman.”

You looked at the photo and gasped. It was a picture of you two from earlier that morning. Jared had one hand up your shirt as you tangled your hands in his hair. You were both entranced in a heated kiss; one of the few you shared after the quick morning peck.

“Jared! I thought the camera was facing outside to take a photo of the alien,” you said, trying desperately to control the blush spreading across your cheeks.

“I thought I did,” Jared protested, grabbing the camera from Connor and deleting the photos.

“Wait, so you’re telling me you took Y/N all the way out to the park just to fuck?” Connor asked.

Jared frowned. “No! There was an alien! And besides, we just made out. It’s not like you’ve never taken Tree Boy out there to do the do!”

It was Evan’s turn to blush. “J-Jared!”

“Hey! What me and Evan do is none of your business,” Connor hissed.

“It’s fucking ‘Evan and I’, Connor! Get your damn grammar right,” Jared snapped.

“Fuck you, Kleinman!”

“Fuck you, Murphy!”

“Fuck you!”

“So are you and Y/N dating?” Evan asked, trying to change the subject.

Jared looked over to you in question. You simply shrugged. “I guess we are now.”

Your best fri—boyfriend nodded. “Yeah. Yeah we are.”

Connor rolled his eyes. “Then why didn’t you just fucking say that instead of making up a fake alien?”

“IT”S FUCKING REAL, MURPHY!”

#deh #dear evan hansen #deh x reader #dear evan hansen x reader #jared #jared x reader #jared kleinman #jared kleinman x reader #i-also-write

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I would like to thank @leaalda for making these amazing banners.

This is an effort to spread the word about all fan fiction writers in our little fandom. If you would like to be featured or nominate a writer, please contact me. Please reblog this post if you can and check out some of @stillscape work!

1. First things first, if someone wanted to read your stories where can they find them.

All my Riverdale fics are here, on Ao3.

2. Tell us a little about yourself.

I’m on the far side of 30 and I’ve had the same tumblr avatar since 2011. I gave up trying to pretend to be cool in my junior year of college, when I got drunk at a party and spent the rest of the evening yelling at people in iambic pentameter.

3. What do you never leave home without?

Just the usual boring stuff--wallet, keys, phone.

4. Are you an early bird or a night owl?

Kind of both, actually? Which is a problem, because I don’t do well on minimal sleep.

5. If you could live in any fictional world which one would you choose and why?

I suppose Harry Potter, but only because I can’t think of a better answer.

6. Who is the most famous person you’ve ever met?

Anthony Hopkins?

7. What are some of your favorite movies/TV?

Oh my god, so many. TV: Parks and Rec, obviously. Recently: GLOW, Crazy Ex-Girlfriend, GoT, Better Call Saul, Fargo, BoJack Horseman...I watch a lot of TV.

8. What are some of your favorite bands/musicians?

I don’t keep up, honestly. My iPod is perpetually full of late ‘60s/early ‘70s rock.

9. Favorite Books?

AS Byatt, Persuasion; Michael Chabon, The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay; Margaret Atwood, Atlas Grace; Hanya Yanagahira, The People in the Trees; this list could go on for pages and pages so I’ll wind it down with my favorites from the Classics Shelf, Pride and Prejudice and Anna Karenina

10. Favorite Food?

The one thing I’ll almost never turn down is sharp white Cheddar cheese, so we’ll go with that.

11. Biggest pet peeve?

Noisy eaters.

12. What did you want to be when you were little? What do you want to be now?

I wanted to be either Pablo Picasso or an astronaut. Neither of those quite worked out.

13. What are your biggest fears? Do you have any strange fears?

I don’t think I have any strange fears. I’m averse to very large spiders and creepy deep sea creatures, but I’m not exactly afraid of either. I would just prefer to not look at them or be near them.

14. When you are on your deathbed what would be the one thing you’d regret not doing?

I do hope I’ve published a book by the time I die.

Okay… let’s talk about your writing!

15. Which is your favorite of the fics you've written for the Bughead fandom?

I haven’t written all that many, but I’ll say all the roads we have to walk.

16. Which was the hardest to write, in terms of plot?

Same answer. It’s really the only one that has a (long) plot, though.

17. How do you come up with the ideas for your fic(s)? Do you people watch? Listen to music? Get inspired by TV/movies?

They usually just arrive in my brain. all the roads came from my desire to read a fic of Jughead also being at Betty’s internship, and I couldn’t find one, so I started writing it--but before I got to the starting point of that one, I wanted a detailed prequel that I couldn’t find, so I wrote that too.

18. Idea that you always wanted to write but could never make work?

I’ve been able to make most of my ideas work eventually. It just takes time and effort.

19. Least favorite plot point/chapter/moment you’ve written?

Hmm. There are a few moments I wish I’d written a little differently, but more in the sense that I didn’t choose the right words. I’m sticking by all the plot points I’ve written.

20. Favorite plot point/chapter/moment you’ve written?

For Riverdale, I think it’s the New Year’s Eve video call at the end of chapter 3 of for the life of me.

21.Favorite character to write?

All-time, it’s probably Ben Wyatt. But for this fandom, I enjoy Betty and Jughead equally. I feel like my favorite other character to write is Veronica, but I’ve barely written any Veronica--so Cheryl, maybe? Jughead’s mom has been a fun exercise, but since we haven’t actually seen her on the show, she feels almost like an OC to me.

22. Favorite line or lines of dialogue that you've written?

This is my favorite passage, I think, which is from Chapter 4 of for the life of me:

One day towards the end of January, as they stand up to leave the cafeteria after lunch, Betty Cooper fixes her eyes on him, squints, and tilts her head.

“Mustard?” he asks. He resists swiping at his face only because he’s holding a plastic tray of flabbergasting detritus.

(He hasn’t eaten anything with mustard on it.)

“No.”

“Then what?”

(Ketchup, crumbs, giant hole in his shirt, he’s bleeding profusely from an unknown orifice, he’s developed a second head?)

“I think you got taller,” she says, thoughtfully.

Huh.

“What, like since we sat down?”

Betty makes the noise he’s noticed her making a lot lately. It’s a little laugh that’s somewhere between a snort and a chuckle but is definitely neither one of those things, and he cannot figure out a single word to describe it.

“See you in English, Jug.”

She’s right, he realizes later. He’s only about two inches shorter than Archie now, instead of four.

And that’s all it is in the end. He’s not a black hole collapsing in on himself while consuming every object within his gravitational pull. He’s just having one cosmic-joke-level inconveniently timed growth spurt.

(Which Betty Cooper noticed before he did.)

But my favorite single line is this, from Kevin trying to convince Betty to buy a more adventurous wardrobe: “Fine.” He throws up his hands. “Be that way. Keep dressing like a permanent tribute to the 2012 J. Crew Easter collection.”

23. Best comment/review you’ve ever received?

I always appreciate when people say something I’ve written has personally resonated with them, or given them all the feels, that kind of thing. I also love when someone points out a subtle detail that I wasn’t sure anyone was going to notice, since I generally try to live by the show-don’t-tell rule of storytelling. Or “I just found this and stayed up all night to binge the whole thing.”

24. How do you handle bad reviews or comments?

I don’t know that I’ve ever really gotten any. Sometimes I’ll get a comment and I can’t tell whether the author actually liked what I wrote, to which I usually just thank them for reading.

25. If you could change anything in any of your stories, what would it be?

Listen, literally every time I read anything over, I find at least three sentences I could have written better.

26. What is your favorite story you’ve ever written? Any fandom?

Well, this is going to make me sound like a crazy person, but I once wrote a fairly epic one-shot RPF of the Parks and Rec fandom pulling off a jewel heist. It had about 30 people/characters (because Andy Dwyer and a few characters from VEEP also showed up), and it was completely insane, and I don’t think I’ll ever hit that level of magic again.

27. What are you reading right now? Both fan fiction and general fiction?

General fiction: I just started Octavia Butler’s Seed novels. Fan fiction: I’m living for @lessoleilscouchants’ (my youth ain’t) tangled up in bad decisions, @onceuponamirror’s Heart Rise Above, @christah88’s Don’t Drink the (Maple) Water, and @cooperjones2020 Second City (as of this writing, I’m behind on reviewing those last three! I promise I will once I finish my chapter draft!)

28. Do you have an advice for writers that want to get into this fandom but might be scared?

Just do it! But before you do it, do your very very best to have your spelling, grammar, and formatting tip-top, because getting those things wrong are often turnoffs for readers.

If you’re nervous about posting or getting constructive criticism, ask someone to beta for you. Most writers, me included, are honored to be asked to beta and will do it when we have the time.

Be involved in the fandom. Leave comments on other people’s stories. Leave friendly messages in other people’s tumblr inboxes! Write meta commentary for scenes or characters and post that.

#bughead author spotlight #fan fiction #fan fiction writers #Bughead #bughead fanfiction #ao3 #jughead x betty #betty x jughead #betty cooper #jughead jones #riverdale #stillscape #all the roads we have to walk #life of me

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An Open Letter (About Me) | April 26, 2020 - 4:26 am | C J R

As I start the day and time is similar. April 26, 2020, 4:26am. Wow. I just thought of sharing about myself. (Sorry for my grammar. Please bare with it.) Take note this is just a summary or shorted story of my life (there is more behind these).

My life has a common story like other ordinary people. My story is not so easy has it seems. Bad and hard times, difficulties, sorrow but of course I also felt happiness, loved, care, blessed and peace.

Maybe some of you will say this story is so easy life and lucky one unlike to those who struggle since day one in the earth. For sure many of here will not believe, will judge, critize , curse and nag me because of my oh-so-pathetic-self pity-story-as-they-say, but who cares? It's my story to tell and my post to share. I am ready for your negativity because I'am full of it.

Ops, nah, I've decided that after this I will set aside my negativity and my badvibes in whole life. I will be more gracious thankful and honored to be still alive up, healthy and better until now. Here it goes.

My name is Camille Joy Juson Reyes but I preferred to be called by Cami / Mille but way back in college I used CJ as my nickname but I changed it for a reason and you will gonna know why. I'm 25 years old this year. Living on my own since last year (2019). My Father died when I was 7 years old because of heart disease. My Mother also died because of complications in her kidney and diabetes. I have 9 siblings but 1 of them died because of complication with kidney which the same disease that ends my Mother's life in earth. To top it up I am the youngest, the luckiest one they say.

Before my Father died my life is like a princess story. I have everything I've ever wanted a loving and happy family, decent and safe home, things like toys, bags, clothes, foods and so much to mention. Even though I have all I wanted there is still someone who will disagree to what I want to have and yup that's my Mother. She always nags and curses me everytime I tried to ask my Father to buy me this and those. She used abd always tells me "Tigilan mo kakapabili. Hindi tayo mayaman. Basura lang naman yang pinabibili mo (Stop asking so much, we aren't rich. Those things are trash.) So I stop asking my Father. But whenever he asked me what I want because I behave or got an award I will tell him but I say "Secret Papa" but in the end of the day my Mother will know about it and here and there she will shout how spoiled I am how brat I am. But I am thankful I have a complete and happy family or so I thought.

When my Father died everything changed. From being happy and complete to broken and uneasy life. My Mother became more conscious about money. She always think about what we gonna eat how we finish our study (by the way the time my Father died me and my other 4 siblings are still studying). My Sister (the eldest) helped Mother from bills to school fees and projects. She became our father thst time and until now (not after I left the house and started living on my own).

When our Father died one of my sister got pregant after a year. At first my Mother got angry and devastated because of my sister sudden pregnancy but later on she accepted and thought that baby is a gift from above to ease the pain she felt when her husband died. And that's how I started to change. Her grandchild became her most favorite. She always buy anything and everything and some of my toys and stuffed toy became my niece's property. She even released big amounth of money because of christening and first birthday of her grandchild. She even put her in a private school in kindergarten. How I envied my niece that time. How I wish I also got the chance to feel those special treatments. But it never happened.

When my niece still toddler my Mother bring her somewhere far seldom. So I am the one who always beside her. Going to market, going to bank, going to mall. I am the one who carried everything she bought. I am the one who stand to wait for a long line. And it changes when my niece started to grow up. She became the star and I am still nothing. Until it doesn't care anymore. I don't care if she got to celebrate her birthday with party and I am not. I don't care if she got a new toy and other stuffs and I don't. I don't care if I got scold because of her. I don't care if I got hit because of her. I don't care if she can stay inside my Mother's room and I am not even allowed to go inside without permission. I don't care if my Mother for the first time said that I shouldn't be here that it's better if I die. I don't care anymore.

I got bullied because of being "fat", "weak" and "crybaby". I never complained that to my Mother. I shut my mouth. I keep it in myself. Whenver I got home I will change clothes, eat (if there's a food to eat because sometimes we don't have) and do my assignment, project or so what, do house chores if there's any and repeat. My Mother shouts me I am lazy, worthless, stupid, idiot, dumb, trash and whatever hurtful words you can think whenver she see me doing nothing but watching or texting. She always see me doing nothing but when I do something? She still complains how pathetic and I am. When one of my sister left the house I started to use her room. I locked myself, listen to music and cry on my own. I became numb and torpid because of her. I even asked God "Why you have to get my Father instead of her?", "Why don't you just get me here?" "Are you even real?" kind of questions.

Honestly at the age of 10 I tried to kill myslef by drinking diswashing soap (my family doesn't know that. They don't know everything as always) but it didn't end my life. A pathetic failed suicide. My uncle (my Mother's brother) became so close to me 'coz I see my Father to him or so I thought. The more we got closer the more I became conscious because of how she touched, whispered and looked at me. Like someone will do something bad. And yes I am right. Year passed one afternoon I was sleeping in our living room (I'm alone because my sister got back and so to her room. My brother is also in his room. My Mother is also inside her room playing with her favorite gradchild. And yes I am alone). Our door is always close but not lock so anyone can sneak in and out. As for uncle he always like that come to our house and got in even without permission of course blood related. I felt someone touching and licking me in my private parts at first I thought it was a nightmare but when I slowly open my eyes I saw uncle licking my private part down there I push him away I wanted to scream but there's no voice coming out. I started to cry and hug myself. He sat beside me and ask for my forgiveness and he even offer me a money so I could shut my mouth. I didn't accept the money but he put it beside me and left. I thought that will be the first and last. But it just started there. He did it again. I wanted to ask my Mother's help I wanted her to help me but when I tried to tell her what her brother doing to but she opens up to me about her brother who is having a trouble to his family. She talked to me like I am a person who can help her. I listened I even saw my Mother cried because of sadness and angry because of her brother's family. She told me how good his brother, how generous, how kind, how selfless his brother. So I decided to keep it to myself. I let my uncle to those disgusting and dirty things to me because my Mother told me that uncle is sad and be nice to him. I don't want to see those eyes crying again because of sadness.

Until I got in high school. I thought it's the end. I thought it's new journey and a happy life for me. But no. It was still like hell. Uncle still do those disgusting acts to me. Worst is that he wanted me to touch his private part too but I disagree. Whenver he came to our house I always go to my sister's room or to my brother's room. Whenever he tried to lure me to come to him I will do something to avoid him. But of course it's not always like that. Worst thing he did to me is he fingered me and tried to put his private part to mine. But I told him if he still insist it I will report him to authority (not to my Mother of course) so he didn't forced me. But he asked me not to avoid him in return he will give me money and money and money. Because my Mother always complains to me how much my fees, projects, activities in school I decided to accept the money so I could use that to my study without asking for my Mother and my Sister. Worst thing that happened? My counsin (uncle's son) did the same to me. Damn this life. 4 years in high school is like 4 years playing fire on my hand. Before my high school endz I met my oh so second love (my Father was my first love) via social media. I met him because one of my niece knew him. He is sweet, loving, trustworthy again or so I thought. Day became months until I found out that he is a poser. But because he admitted and ask for my forgiveness I forgave him and continue our relation (without my family's permission). Months became year, again I found out that he is cheating on me. At first he denied it until I caught him with evidence so he admitted. I stop our communication there. But I still forgave him because he said he loved me truly it jist thst we are in a long distance relationship and not to mention thst we never meet. Damn I got hurt again because of my bullshit trust radar. Am I not worth for true? Am I not allowed to be loved? Am I not deserved to be happy?

Fast forward a little, when I got in college I swear to God how thankful I am to be far to uncle, his son and my Mother because my Sister decided that I will study in college in her side (Our eldest sister and 2 other brothers are living together to our grandparents' house (my Mother's parents) . So yippeed finally. I am free or so I thought. At first it was so fun. Living free and safe. I do my things. Help my Sister to her work sometimes or in the house. Until one of my brother (my youngest brother) came to my Sister's house and decided to stay, too. Still the same I do my things. But I noticed that I was the only one who helping our Sister. Like the hell is that? Because I am a girl? Because I should be the only one to do the chores? Damn it. But I push myself. I let it go. Still do the same. A year after one of my brother left the house because he wanted to start a family. My Sister got mad because he just graduated and didn't got a job but my brother decision is final because her girlfriend was pregrent. And ny other brother is giving my Sister a hard time because of his addiction to alcohol. Almost everyday he got drunk. Though he have his own family and living in the same roof. He even borrowed money to my Sister so many times (By the way he was the one I mentiobed above that died because of kidney complication.) but because my Sister is such an angel in disguise she always let it pass lent him money. Still fine until I got 18th. My Sister and her husband set a party for me. I am happy with that. So thankful that I could cele8my birthday on my own party. But after that it started to change.

The long I stayed to that house the bigger I got chance to know my Sister and for my opinion based on my experience she is soooooooooo like my Mother. Still thankful because I got in college and experiencing new stuffs. Back then I want to work and earn money while I am studying my Sister didn't allowed me. She make me chose between working or studying of course I chose to study. So my goal is to graduate have diploma and work. College isn't so easy so do life. When I left my Mother's house I seldom go there. I always excuse my class as a reason of not going back there. But day by day I started to miss her. To miss my old me, to miss my old life. How I wish I could bring my Father's life. So my life my family and me can back again to the old times. My Sister is supportive slash not. She supported me in my study but when it comes to activities in school she always mad and irritated. She and my Mother became paranoid for me being in a relationship because of my two sister who got pregnant and abandoned their child to my Mother. So whenever I go in a relationship it's always a secret (if your gonna ask if my past relationships does know about my past with uncle and cousin. The answer is no.) Lets go to my first one. The poser who cheated on me, we got in communication again after a half year. So we're good as friend. He talks sweet again he gave so much time he opened up about this relationship. We're good but I still have feelings for him but I knee isn't right. So I slowly end our conversation and communication without my knowledge he became close to my friend and ever closer to one of them as in closer where they got call sign or endearment to each other. No comment for that but I messaged him thst never ever flirt or let my girl friend falls to him especially he is damn taken abd I believed in his bullahit promised. Then one fine sunny day one of my friend confessed to me that girl friend of mine became MU of my ex (YUP HE IS TAKEN ALREADY AND MY GIRL FRIEND KNEW ABOUT IT. HOW SLUT RIGHT?) Now I got mad totally mad I even cursed him to go to hell both of them. Not because of jealousy but because of betrayal.

A two years passed by and I am 17th. I changed my course. I got new friends. Same school, same environment. But I became more adventurous, fearless and curious about everything. So before my 18th I decided to lose my virginity though not so clean by the way because of uncle and his son but it was a shock to me and an epic one when we (a guy who I met again on social media but this one I met him) decided to do that in hotel but unexpected visitor came too early than usual. So the blood I thought comes from my visit is a blood from my virginity but my boyfriend that time thought it was just a mensuration and I am not a virgin and accused me of being a liar. After that epic situation he started to be cold and avoid my messages. So I decided to end our relationshit. Shit. I was the devasted and overthinking that no one will accept me. That my Mother and Sister is right I am trash, worthless, stupid, nonsense. That they are right I should have die long ago. So I repeat myself again. Lock myself, isolated myself, be an introvert.

So I became cold. And careful to my actions. I became bitter. I became pistanthrophobia. One of my new sets of friend introduced me to someone she knew. He is kind, sweet and loveable like the other guys. But I gave him a chance I doesn't feel the love I felt before but still it work out for 1 year and 2 months I guess? We just broke up because I got tired of his drama like hello my life is full of sucks of drama though I understand him but he never understand me that's why I got tired of him. He wanted to build his own family but he doesn't even know how his family will survive because of property. I wanted him to dream more. I wanted him to achieve his goal before settling down. And so for me I stop getting in a relationship. So I could focus on my study. But oh I'm such a flirt I met this guy on clash of clans. We got along together. And after a few months we're together. He knew about my past. He accepted me for who I was and I am now. He accepted my family's flaw. Until now we're together. We're living together. But before we ended here we were in a long distance relationship for almost 3 years. Fast forward again, I was already working, back then I was a kitchen helper/staff. I used CJ as my nickname like college because I got a lot of same name in school and im work. But I quit after 6 months because of my Mother. She asked me to quit and find another one which more decent and nice one but here finding a job is like finding true love DAMS SO HARD. LIKE, YOU NEED AN EXPERIENCE TO GET A JOB BUT YOU HAVE TO GET A JOB TO GET EXPERIENCE. DAMN THOSE HRDO'S QUALIFICATION STUPIDITY LEVEL. Well thanks to my Sister who helped me to found another job way, way better than before. I am thankful for that super! Such a big help. Super blessed to have a sister like her (though most of the time I'm unappreciated by her and our Mother.)

Ops! Not yet the ending. I wanted you to know why I left. 2019 my Mother died. I am hurt of course though we don't have those mother moments and bonding I still respect and love her. After she died things changes again. The flaw in the house. The way other people talks. It all changed. My Sister's husband who supposedly one of my admiration because of his patience became most hated one. He spread false accusations to me and other siblings without my Sister's knowing of course. In front of my sister she's a goodman saint but behind her back he is the worst. He stab people behind our back. He makes stories like he is the best writer. After all those years that my Sister and "his" sacrifices to make me finished college and got a fine and decent job (Everything my Sister gave me was his, too.) he said behind my back that I'm ungrateful, worlthless, brainless, trash. How do I know? Of course those people he was talking to was people who's good to me. I got tired of those bullshit again. My sister and I had fought because of she had I idea that because of her husband why I itching to leave that house.

But no one can stop me. I decided to live on my own. So those trashtalks can be true now because that's how it really looks like. My boyfriend worried that I will live on my own so he suggested to live with him so we ended together in one roof. No one calls me trashy words. No one hoping me to die. No one wishing me bad.

But to be honest I am grateful and thankful for all those struggle I've encountered I became who I am. I ask God for his graciously love and forgiveness for getting tired for life he lent to me. I ask my parents, their wisdom and understanding why I ended here. And knowing that my sister isn't good at my decisions I hope one day he'll open her eyes and her mind along with her heart to realized the real reasion why I decided to live on my own (by the way I left on the exact birthday of my Mother. First birthday that she isn't here). I'm blessed those I started in a hard time.

Full of loans before starting. Full of problems to my life. Full of what ifs on my mind. Full of sorrow on my heart. But in thr name of God and Jesus with all the good saints up there I know I can make it. I will make it.

PS. I don't mention anyone's name except me for not involving them so I used pronoun. I don't want to be more complicated. I wanted to share this story. For those who felt unloved, betrayed, worthless. It's okay. You are not the only one. Keep it up and open your heart and mind to appreciate God's love and bless and you will found unconditional loving and support.

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“Game of Thrones” Season VII: Episode 4 - Blazing Saddles

WARNING: SPOILERS for the latest episode below, so if you haven’t seen it and don’t know yet who dies, who fucks who, and how many times J-Snow reminds us he’s seen the Night King, turn back now.

THE ROAD FROM HIGHGARDEN

When one quip-meister dies, another returns; Bronn is back, even though his dialogue is now just mainly variations on the words “fuck” and “cunt.” Regardless, he’s here and he is NOT happy with the lil’ ol’ bag o’ gold Jaime gave him from the Highgarden loot.

Anyway, basically what’s happening is the Lannisters are taking all the food in the Reach (I know, I know, it seems like a process but Sam’s Dad and his son Dickbag or whatever assure us that they “have teams of men working on this”). And they’re all gonna Oregon Trail it back to King’s Landing and try not to get dysentery or cholera.

KING’S LANDING

Mycroft is back. And he is mincing.

Basically, he’s like, “Blah Blah Blah Braavos blah blah blah bitch betta have my money.” And Cersei’s just like -

WINTERFELL

If there was any doubt we need to talk about Bran after last week, it is now gone. Because he turned FULLY into that kid in high school who watched Fight Club, listened to Radiohead, and unlocked all the secrets of the universe. In short, as the “Previously on” segment reminds us, he’s gone from this -

to this -

At this moment, Littlefinger somehow cornered him alone in a room and is giving him the dagger way back from Season 1 like -

But Bran’s just like -

Until Littlefinger is like, “It must be so hard, beebee, to come back from abroad to all this chaos.” And Bran looks him straight in the face and says -

And Littlefinger is all -

Anyway, Meera shows up. And apparently she’s leaving. So she’s all crying and bummed out like, “Oh my God, Bran, I’m gonna miss you so much.” And he’s literally just like -

So she gets pissed. Rightfully fucking so. But she’s like crying and yelling at him like -

But Bran’s just like -

CUT TO OUTSIDE WINTERFELL where our favorite little sociopath Arya is HERE.

But we can’t get too excited because these two fucking dumbasses won’t let her into the castle. She’s like, “Listen fuckers, I’m Arya” and they’re just like, “All right, sit here and wait” and then they start arguing like -

But they don’t know she’s a ninja so they’re shocked when they turn around and she’s disappeared into the crypts, where Sansa finds her and it’s just like -

And when they finally hug, there’s no like crazy orchestra swell or anything, it’s just this like lovely perfect moment of reunion and we’re all just like -

Except like, wouldn’t it be nice if they could just like sit down and talk about like, “Hey, what’s up? You look good, it’s been so long.” “I heard you married Tyrion.” “I heard you saw our brother’s head decapitated and replaced by a wolf.” But instead Arya like whips out her “I have a kill list card” right away and Sansa’s like -

and Arya’s like -

She does brighten up when she finds out Bran is home too, but Sansa’s just like -

But like, whatever, Arya still hugs it out with him and she’s like all emotional and crying while he’s staring at Sansa like -

Bran’s a little less creepy about his Raven Symone abilities with Arya, because he’s like, “You should have this dagger Littlefinger randomly gave me.” And Arya’s like, “Thanks, because I actually totally do have a kill-list.” And Sansa’s just like -

DRAGONSTONE

D-Baby and Michelle are talking about Barack like -

When J-Snow pops up and is like, “I wanna show you something.”

Turns out it’s just all the dragonglass. Which comes with a new musical theme which is two notes away from Jurassic Park.

Anyway, then he wants to show her something else -

But once again, it’s not his dick. It’s a bunch of cave paintings about how the Children of the Forest and the First Men bonded together to fight the White Walkers that J-Snow may or may not have made himself like ten minutes ago.

Well, at this point D-Baby is a swamp. And she and J-Snow keep getting closer and closer until finally you think she’s gonna finally just be like -

But instead she’s like, “Bend the knee.” Again. Except I think we all know before the end of this season she’s gonna be the one bending the knee, KNOWHAMSAYIN??

But I digress. P-Dinky is back, and he’s brought bad news. So instantly D-Baby is like -

To be continued...

WINTERFELL

... Because Brienne is still training Pod three seasons later and he still fucking blows. Like truly no progress... when Arya shows up and is like -

And Brienne’s just like -

And of course Sansa’s walking by with Littlefinger like, “Peas and carrots, peas and carrots, gotta have more grain.” So she sees Arya turning it on like -

Brienne’s like -

Sansa’s like -

And Littlefinger’s just like -

DRAGONSTONE

Davos is picking up Stannis’ grammar Nazi schtick.

And also being a total flirtstress with Michelle.

SHE IS TAKEN!!! When suddenly, Theon pops up on shore.

Theon tries to play it off like, “Oh bro it’s so good to see you.” And J-Snow can’t kill him because he saved Sansa. So now Theon is just trying to get ships to save his sister, I guess. Except D-Baby is gone.

THE ROAD FROM HIGHGARDEN

The Oregon Trail continues, and we learn once again that Dickbag’s name is Dickbag. Presumably so Bronn can say what we’re all thinking.

But the dick jokes get cut short when Bronn hears something in the distance.

Indeed, there’s belting from afar that sounds like a mixture of Xena Warrior Princess and a Pink Floyd album. It’s the fucking Dothraki. And they’re all like -

And Jaime’s just like -

And the Lannisters are like trying to be chill and Jaime’s all -

But then. A massive roar from above. And from down on high - in one of the most chill-inducing moments in Thrones history - comes D-Baby looking like a fucking queen. And before Jaime can even be like -

D-Baby’s like, “Dracarys.”

Like boom goes the whole fucking Oregon Trail. And everyone’s on fire like -

But there’s NO TIME TO CHILL because the Dothraki come in like -

And then, it’s just crazy, just like blood, horses, belting, and D-Baby’s just FUCKING up the Oregon Trail like -

But Jaime is still going, like, “We just need arrows.” And so they try that with the dragon but of course he’s just like -

So, okay, Jaime sends Bronn to go get the big crossbow Dr. Frankenstein made, but then Jaime totally almost gets killed by this Dothraki dude and we’re all like -

But it’s okay, because Dickbag saves him! And Jaime’s like, “Thanks, Dickbag.”

But things don’t look so hot for Bronn who’s charging at this other Dothraki dude like -

but the Dothraki dude totally fucks his horse up like -

And then we really think it’s all over, because Bronn’s gold goes everywhere and it really seems like maybe he’ll try and get it and die doing so, but then he’s like, “Jaime -

And he bolts away from the gold, running through everyone like -

And Dothraki Dude finally corners him in what seems like a tent but GUESS WHAT? IT’S NOT A TENT it’s totally where the big crossbow thing is. And Dothraki Dude is like -

But Bronn is all -

And he’s all crossbow out, wind whipping through his hair, like trying to find the fucking dragon who has completely demolished the entirety of the Oregon Trail, as we see from P-Dinky’s point of view, because apparently he’s there watching. And the Dothraki Dude with him is like -

But I digress. Bronn is trying to hit the dragon but he misses and D-Baby’s just like -

So Bronn tries again. And let me tell you, for all the shit I gave this stupid fucking crossbow thing in this moment, I was like, “Well actually who knows where he’s gonna hit it? This might actually kill this thing!”

And lo and behold, it hits him, and Drogon’s like -

And Bronn’s smiling. And D-Baby’s devastated. And we’re all just like, “I DON’T KNOW WHO TO ROOT FOR!” But lo. Drogon is not dead. And to prove it, he fucks up Dr. Frankenstein’s crossbow, just like -

And then D-Baby parks herself in the middle of the battlefield to perform impromptu spear removal on her baby. Jaime sees this and he’s like -

And P-Dinky is literally like -

And we’re all just like -

And he’s about to spear D-Baby. But without her even saying “Dracarys,” Drogon turns around like -

When somebody (Bronn?) dives out of nowhere and pushes Jaime out of the way, into water, where he’s just like -

BOOB COUNT: None BODY COUNT: Lots EPISODE GRADE: A

SER POUNCE’S STRAY THOUGHTS

The Gold Company is brought up in the scene between the Iron Bank dude and Cersei. I know that these guys are in the fifth book and that they have something to do with the other Targaryen boy, but somebody may have to remind me more. My initial thought here though was perhaps Daario and the Second Sons will become hired by Cersei? I thought Daario was done, but maybe not?

The History of the Dagger: Somebody was sent to kill Bran in Season 1 with said dagger, but the attempt was botched and Catelyn took the knife to King’s Landing to investigate. Littlefinger revealed that it once belonged to him, but then went to Tyrion when he won it in a bet (this has been confirmed as a lie). From then, it fell into Ned’s hands and the last we saw it was with him (presumably Littlefinger had taken it after betraying him). Although Littlefinger is right that this knife ignited the War of the Five Kings, we still don’t know who sent the assassin in the first place. In the books, around Joffrey’s wedding both Jaime and Tyrion heavily suspect Joffrey hired him because he heard that Bran knew the truth about his parentage, but this is never confirmed either way and has always seemed a bit shaky.

Member Maester Luwin? Literally the best.

Arya asks, “Which Lady Stark?” Bitch, who else?

The moment with Brienne “keeping her vow” was actually pretty cool. She really barely did anything.

I don’t know if you know, but Jon saw the Night King.

Where on earth is Theon’s story going?

A very similar structure to my favorite episode, “Hardhome,” in that nobody saw that battle coming. But this really seemed to me the first battle since “Blackwater” where we were invested in both sides. There was a severe anxiety to not wanting any of the major characters to die. While it lacked the cinematic might of “Battle of the Bastards,” it was far more engaging on a character level.

Hiroshima-esque imagery cannot be good for where D-Baby is headed. I wouldn’t be surprised to see Varys and P-Dinky jump ship soon.

NEXT WEEK: Ravens, more dragons, and Varys is pissed.

Thank you for your time.

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