#Now I'm trying to juggle a full time job

[merlinity]

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[ja3yun]

Melting Point | P.SH (teaser)

brother's rival!sunghoon x fem!reader

warnings: fluff, smut (mdni), praise kink, angst, swearing, confliction, chapters are updated with individual warnings.

synopsis: when circumstances unexpectedly bring you and your brother's long-time ice skating rival, park sunghoon, together, you discover a surprising connection. However, your brother forbids any relationship between you. Will you heed his advice or follow your heart?

wc: tba (80-100k)

release date: 09.02.24, 5pm GMT

end date: tba

tag list: CLOSED

a/n: hi! I am currently working on the final touches of this fic. It should be ready mid february. I hope you enjoy this series when it comes out <3

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The cold hits as you walk into the arena and the sound of skates gliding along the ice fills your ears. You walk to the middle of the second row on the bleachers and sit down, unpacking your bag and crossing your legs to give you more room to lay your laptop and paper on. It’s a juggle to get everything balanced but you’re a master at it now.

Typing in your password you hear the skates coming towards you and scraping to a halt but you don’t look up.

“If you’ve come to spy on my routine you aren’t doing a very good job at hiding.” Sunghoon playfully remarks. You hadn’t even noticed it was him who was skating, since it was usually Wonyoung gracing the ice you just expected it to be her. He looks at your mess of a lap and scrunches his full eyebrows, “Like you’re really not making it discrete.” 

"Oh, no, I'm just studying," you say as you look up and gesture to your laptop. As you start typing again, you catch his sneer and turn to face him once more.

“You expect me to believe that?” The look on his face is incredulous when you don’t budge, “Don’t they have libraries at your Uni?”

Sunghoon’s tone is accusatory and you don’t like it. “Look, I don’t have beef with you okay? That’s the wrong Kang sibling.” There is no reason for him to be giving you attitude right now, you hadn’t done anything wrong, an innocent bystander in all this. 

Deep down he knew that too, but he couldn’t be too careful.

He examines you and how much of the truth you're telling, crossing his arms and resting his chin on top of the barrier. “So, what? You genuinely just sit here and study? Does the cold stimulate your brain or something?” 

“No, it’s like white noise at this point, it's comforting.” Glancing up, you see his still dubious expression, “Ugh, look I come here all the time, ask anyone!” Your arms gesturing to the empty rink is not really helping your case.

Having had enough you slam the laptop shut and stand up, “Whatever, I’ll just go somewhere else.”

Sunghoon shoots his arms up to mock surrender, “Woah, Sweets, calm down, I was just making sure. Need to air on the side of caution, yeah?” His voice softens. 

Making you uncomfortable wasn’t on his list of things to do, but his mum made it very clear your whole family wasn’t to be trusted, and he always heeded his mother's warnings even if he thought she was being overdramatic. “Listen, stay here as long as you want but if I see your brother doing a double toe loop into a triple axel I know who to blame.” 

With a smirk, you sit back down, “See now you’ve just told me your big secret,” a laugh leaves your lips, “Changed your mind on trusting a Kang so soon huh?” 

He’s flabbergasted. 

Did he really just tell you part of his routine like it was nothing in an instant after he just told himself not to be so trusting of you?  You’re more dangerous than he first thought and you aren’t even trying.

After seeing the realisation come over his face you laugh loudly, “Sunghoon, don’t worry. My brother can handle you on his own, he doesn’t need to cheat to beat you.”

“Say that to my 8 first places over him.”  The arena goes silent. It’s not like you could argue with him, Sunghoon did beat Minhee in a lot of skates. 

Trying to lighten the mood he points to you, “No pictures.” He jokes and skates away adroitly.

You don’t see the smile creeping onto his face, or the way he tries to shake you out of his head. The conversation between you both made him want it to be the start of many more, much more.

[magicalqueennightmare]

New Orleans

(Eventual) Elijah Mikaelson x Reader

Your first day in New Orleans you quite literally run into a certain blonde who decides she wants to be friends. Who are you to argue?

How exactly had you decided on New Orleans again? Oh yeah, a new start. You needed it after the last few years. Maybe you could even find a legit job to help pass time between hunts.

You had the address of one of Garth's contacts that was willing to rent you a furnished apartment just outside the french quarter, no questions asked as long as she got her rent every month. You knew you'd need basics like bedding, towels and such so you decided to check in there first to get your keys and a full list of what you'd need then go shopping.

You were juggling a few bags, holding everything from sheets to a single serve coffee maker. You were already regretting moving somewhere that it made more sense to walk than to drive because the trunk of your nova would certainly come in handy. You needed to stop and grab something to eat considering you hadn't eaten since the diner you'd stopped at the night before.

You picked a cafe that looked interesting enough and had a small enough line. You ordered a simple sandwich and lemonade and had intentions of heading out to the patio to eat but when you pushed the door open to head out you ran full bodily into a blonde woman. “Oh crap! I am so sorry!” You reached out to try to steady her but she had a slight smile on her face “No harm done” her accent got your attention considering it wasn't the usual twang of Louisiana.

You felt the tattoo on your shoulder twinge a bit and studied the blonde for a moment but brushed it off “I promise to watch where I'm going from here on out” she nodded towards your bags “Tourist?” You shook your head “actually i just moved here” she extended her hand “I'm Rebekah Mikaelson” you had to catch yourself to make sure your expression didn't show your true reaction to her name.

Leave it to you to literally run into one of the original vampires. You'd heard they'd vacated New Orleans, was your information bad or had they just done a loop back? You shook her hand and told her your name. She cut her eyes down to where your lemonade had spilled all over the sidewalk “Allow me to buy you another drink? After all I'd hate to seem unwelcoming to someone new to town”

You felt the slight pull of compulsion and breathed a sigh of relief knowing the warding in your tattoo hadn't been a waste. She raised an eyebrow at you and it took everything you had to not let a nervous laugh out, you had no beef with her family and didn't need any.

“It's no problem” you assured her but she was already opening the door to the cafe and ushering you inside “Oh I insist. I have a feeling the two of us are going to become good friends” “Ok then” you agreed with a small smile. Why the hell had you picked New Orleans?

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You sat across from Rebekah listening as she spoke of her family and their ties to the city you now resided in. After a moment she smiled again then leaned forward to where only you could hear what she said “I've got to ask though. What are you?”

Your eyes widened slightly “Excuse me?” Laughter bubbled out of her “When I told you my name you flinched, I couldn't compel you. You're not a vampire because there isn't a single ring on your finger. Werewolf is also no because you're sitting across from me. I'd wager witch but that doesn't seem to fit you either”

You swallowed hard but shrugged one shoulder “I'm someone who knows a little about a lot. There's a tattoo on my shoulder that's warded with every sigil seven different covens could get their hands on. I mean no harm to you or yours. I just needed a new place to live and a friend knew someone here who was willing to rent to someone with no proof of identity or job”

She nodded slowly “Are you a hunter?” You gave one sharp nod. Either she'd kill you here and now or get one of those brothers you'd heard so much about to take you out. You hadn't expected a smile to brighten her face “Delightful. We need to get together again sometime”

“Is that a request or a demand?” You asked and she shrugged one shoulder “It's an offer, just friendship. You're new to town, my family built this town. Besides there's some here that wouldn't take your word that you mean no harm and having one of us on your side could help” you held her gaze for a moment then motioned to her phone “Let me give you my number in that case”

By the time you got to your place you felt exhausted mentally and physically. How the hell had you ended up with one of the original vampires in your contact list?

You walked through your front door and dumped the bags on the floor. It was a small place. One of those open floors where the bed was about fifteen feet from the front door. A couch and a television was shoved into a corner as a living room of sorts. The kitchen consisted of a few counters and a tiny stove with a microwave installed over it. At least the bathroom was a decent size with a walk in shower and a stacked washer and dryer.

You needed to make the bed, put towels away and set up your coffee maker but all you wanted was a shower and to crash. One thing at a time.

The Originals

[lieslab]

The depths between: Chapter three

Trigger warning: Brief mention of blood.

Chapter two

A/N: I'm sorry this is short. I'll try to make it up in the next one. I recently started a new job and I'm trying to juggle getting used to that, writing tumblr drabbles, writing a full story, and figuring out life in general.

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The moment Hyunjin’s body sank beneath the depths, he snarled. His curled fingers stretched forward and jerked down. The pliable webbing between them helped manipulate the water. 

Beneath the water, despite it being night time above, sirens could see perfectly. They were each equipped with their own black and white version of night vision. 

His brows furrowed once he made out the floating image of Felix staring at him disapprovingly. Hyunjin’s nostrils furrowed and he shot out a huff of displeasure. 

“How many times do I have to tell you to leave cruise ships alone?” 

“Fuck off!” 

“You promised!” Felix shot back. 

Hyunjin’s fingers curled and pressed into his palms. He hated that Felix was right, he had promised. It was the one thing he hated about being indebted to people. He felt like he owed them his life. In the case of Felix, he did. 

Dark and light sirens don’t interact with each other. Dark sirens are exactly how they sound; dark, broadening, cold, and cruel. Light sirens are the opposite. When they see each other, they avoid one another like the plague. 

That’s how it had always been since some of the dark sirens began to kill the light sirens. There wasn’t much of a reason why other than because they could. They were the most dominant force in the open waters. Beneath the surface, there were thousands of them just out of reach. 

Hyunjin knew he was in a dangerous area. He was warned about staying away from the fishing ports, but he couldn’t help it. He wanted to be the one to destroy a boat filled with people. He couldn’t help that violence was laced in his nature. 

It was evening when he swam close to one of the boats. He didn’t consider that the boat might haul up their daily catch. The net shot up before he realized what was happening. 

Like a venus fly trapped, he was clasped inside and enclosed. Multiple different species of fish pushed against his body. He gritted his teeth and swiped towards them, attempting to free himself. 

Instead of freeing himself, he found more fish. Blood mixed with water and disoriented his vision. He jerked around against the scaled force. The fish were everywhere and there was no escape. 

They pressed against his bare chest. His arms were coated in irritation from thrashing scales. A dorsal fin brushed against his ear. A different tail fin scratched the inside of his nose. When one of them attempted to swim into his mouth, he screamed. 

Not far away, Felix was swimming around and observing. As a light siren, his golden tail speckled beneath the sun. He was a treasure beneath the waves, but he had been precautious in his journey to the fishing boats. 

Over the past two weeks, he spent his time studying the boats and learning what nets went up at what time and where they were. Technically, he wasn’t supposed to go near the fishing boats, but nobody had stopped him either. 

Now and then, he’d sneak over to a net, grab different parts, and he’d start to gnaw. It was funny to see the fisherman crews’ confusion and distress. Overfishing was a huge issue and he was happy he could put a stop to it. 

The high-pitched siren sound caught his attention right away. His yellowed hair floated up everywhere as he searched the water trying to find the sound. When he found the net slowly ascending a few boats away, he took off. 

He didn’t know the siren trapped in the sea of fish was a dark siren. Even if he would have known, he would have helped out anyway. Despite everything the dark sirens did, it wasn’t in his blood to hate. 

Once he arrived, he jerked at the bottom of the net. Clinging to it with one hand, it pulled his body up with it. He clawed through the fibers with his nails. He tried to make it large enough that a fish could get through. 

When the gap was large enough, one of the silvery-blue fish jerked itself out. Another quickly followed and then another and another. Felix grabbed more fibers and began to rip them apart. 

The fish spat out and jutted off in multiple different directions. The force of escapism forced them all to shoot out one after the next after the next. They nearly blinded Felix in the haze of it all as the net continued to rise. 

When a human hand shot out of the hole, Felix reacted quickly. His fingers gripped it tight and he yanked. Amidst the fish, Hyunjin’s body was jerked through the hole. 

At the sweet release of freedom, he gagged and wiped his mouth. Every siren tended to have different dishes they enjoyed. Hyunjin consumed his fair share of octopus, eels, and squid. Fish were the one thing that he absolutely couldn’t stand. 

“I’m going to kill all of you!” He screeched at the dispersing fish. Another gag soon followed. 

Felix blinked in shock at his behavior. The fish hadn’t done anything to him, at least, not on purpose. They were scared just like he was. 

By the time Hyunjin finished his miniature freak out and pouting session, an angry glare was shot towards the rising net. All that was left behind were the dead fish that had their lungs punctured by Hyunjin’s claws. 

“And one day, I’ll kill you too, you fishy bastards!” His fist shook up towards the fishing boat. 

It was interrupted by Felix’s laughter. Hyunjin had been so preoccupied, he hadn’t realized that there was a light siren behind him. Staring into the whites of Felix’s eyes was definitely new. He had never bothered interacting with the light sirens. His own kind said it was pointless. 

“What the hell are you laughing at?” He snapped. 

“You. You’re acting like they can hear you. This is your own fault and you got yourself into this predicament. Haven’t you been told to stay away from the fishing boats? That’s why you shouldn’t rush into this area.” 

“I’ll kill you too.” 

Felix didn’t mind Hyunjin’s negativity. To Hyunjin’s shock, Felix stuck an arm out towards him with a smile. “Hi, I’m Felix.” 

Hyunjin wanted to rip his claws across his throat right then and there, but he couldn’t. Felix had just saved his life. He, at least, deserved some sort of thank you for that. A brief internal debate led him to sticking out his own hand. 

“I’m Hyunjin.” 

Back in the present time, Hyunjin was fuming. Felix never let him have any sort of fun. The cruise ship was the first ship that he had seen in nearly two weeks. It was the first time he’d be able to actually kill a person and Felix ruined it. 

There was a thrill involved with it. The panic that engulfed a dying person was his pleasure. The way they withered while choking on salt water. He remembered the burn himself. Watching other people die the same way he had, it set off an internal blaze. 

“You know how much cruise ships mean to me. Why can’t you kill something else? I’ve already told you that we’ve been tracking a group of male dolphins that keep harassing female dolphins and yo-” 

“Murdering dolphins isn’t like murdering people! How many times do we have to go over this? Just leave me the fuck alone and fuck off!” Hyunjin dived further down and steered left. 

“Hyunjin, you know that I-” 

“Save it!” He shot back. 

Felix was left with nothing, but gentle ripples from where Hyunjin once was. No matter what he tried to do, Hyunjin would never lose his malice. In their world, the dark sirens always won. 

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[distinguisheddwarffriend]

My brain is FULL of TH fic ideas but I've already got 3 WIP and most of them are just "what if"s with no plot so I'll just post them here I guess and maybe some writing god hears me/ reads them and someone else actually uses them.

Here's Nr. 1:

Frerin did in fact NOT die at Azanulbizar but was transported into our modern world, sometime in the second half of the 19th century.

After some adjusting (industrialization is in full force but it's still not as 'bad' as it would be rn) he builds a life, him being a dwarf meaning that he ages extremely slowly compared to us lowly humans so he has to move after a while and again and again.

He lives in the UK, US, France, Germany, Italy, Finland.....

He fights in both world wars depending on where he lives during that time (WW1 on the German side, WW2 on the UK's), other than that he goes to university and works all kinds of jobs like policeman, fireman, soldier, teacher, carpenter,smith, weaver, factory worker, violinist etc etc etc

Around 1900 he meets this fella J R R Tolkien and befriends him, and after a time finds out that his friend is writing books about middle Earth, not only that, but one about his very own brother. Tolkien apparently is a seer of some kind because it's still almost a century until "The Hobbit" would happen (he does the math).

Frerin helps Tolkien with authenticity for his books, because the dude is smart and found out about Frerin after he corrected his Khuzdul one time too many.

Anyhow, after reading what will happen to his family, he becomes a mite bit obsessed with returning to Middle Earth and having ammased quite some wealth and with the help of some friends in high places starts founding various research projects into things like teleportation, multiverse, magic, alchemy, you name it. He also becomes a member of the Freemasons due to his occult knowledge.

In around 80 years there's almost no progress towards Frerin's goal of returning home, he does still have a research company but only a small group of mostly students works on the multiverse hypothesis, the rest does all kinds of stuff, technology, energy, whatever.

He has for the time being settled somewhere in Scandinavia, is a College Professor for Sociology and Political Science and volunteers as a social worker for troubled children.

He is fostering 2 or 3 children himself (ages 6 - 16) and has two grown up adopted children that still live & work with him (they found out about him), a guy & a lass ( both early twenties).

Somehow (don't ask I don't know) the whole household (meaning Frerin, his two young adult children, the foster children, his south American householder, her tiny dog and their personal Butler (more of a live-in family friend by now, think Niles from "The Nanny")) all get sucked into a portal or whatever end get spit out into Middle Earth.

Not at Ered Luin of course, that would be easy, no, but somewhere extremely inconvenient. The Lone lands, the Brown lands, Moria, something along the lines of "we are so fucked".

So now it is a few years (1-3, or the characters have too much time to become Mary-Sues), before the quest to Erebor, and they have to reach Thorin before then and somehow survive a world filled with orcs (and elves!) while juggling a 6 year old, a tiny & barky dog, a cliché Mamacita, a British butler, and Frerin's realisation that he has gotten much too used to modern convenience.

(my weak ass would probably include some romance between one/more than one of the original characters and the canon characters, I'm a sucker for Fili or Kili x OFC and rare pairings like KilixBifur or ThorinxNori and I want Frerin to date an elf or Bard I think.)

.... Does this sound like something you would read/write? I'd maybe try to write this with someone else, alone I don't dare to. What do y'all think?

[lollytea]

first hunlow neverland au then hunlow la la land machine au now hunlow CIRCUS AU???? you're a genius. i'm in awe of your brain. you make the only aus ever

Agsbdkdnk the circus AU isn't really a thing!! Not really. As in, I haven't worked on developing it. Not to the extent that I've developed la la land and neverland.

I just have the basic premise, the roles and a time period and a ✨️vibe✨️

But in summary, it's this:

It's 1905. Íde Lynne Hawthorne is a wild, reckless, chronically ill amputee who lives with her Irish immigrant parents and her younger sister in New York City. Íde has always struggled to find her place in society.

So, one cape of owl feathers and an edgy name change later, and Eda Clawthrorne's Owl Circus was born, a safe haven for weirdos just like her.

Willow Park and Augustus Porter met in a facility where they were sent for their learning difficulties and delusions respectively. They believed that this hospital was supposed to help them, as that was what their families believed, but it is anything but. So, the two best friends plot an escape plan and join the circus together.

Willow impresses Eda with her extraordinary physical strength, and Gus knows a plethora of smoke and mirror tricks.

Hunter Wittebane is a teenage gymnast who dreams of being an Olympic gold medalist. He is homeschooled by his Uncle Philip, who has founded his own underground branch of Christianity and has gained quite the following. Hunter is tasked with infiltrating the Owl Circus, which Philip believes has something Satanic going on behind the scenes. He just needs proof to get it shut down. Surely Hunter will stay focused on his mission and not get attached to any of the performers while he plays the role of their golden clad acrobat.

Amity Blight is an ex debutante who is desperately running away from her former life. After her mother found her diary, which was jam packed with passages of incriminating thoughts and opinions, Amity knew the consequences would be dire. So she ran. She just kept running and she never looked back. Due to her strict upbringing, she has an excellent amount of physical control and focus. She is the circus' most skilled fire dancer.

And of course, Luz Noceda, the newbie. She's hopelessly inexperienced but wide eyed and full of the desire to learn. Feeling misunderstood and alone and believing her strange personality and subpar academic performe was putting a strain on her already stressed out mother, Luz ran away from home. She spent a few months masquerading as a boy and performing labour jobs until the circus came to town and she felt like she had found her calling. Luz initially doesn't have any circus-relevant skills but she's teaching herself a bit of everything. (Juggling, acrobatics, magic tricks) and trying to find her place!

That's all I got. Just take it.

[feelbokkie]

Ephemeral Love | Chapter 5

pairing: Seungmin x fem reader

genre: smau, crack, angst, fluff, non!idol au, university au, right person wrong time, minor character death

pov: 1st/2nd person (depending on how you view it)

warnings: swearing, mention of food

summary: Does love last forever, or is it fleeting? For university juniors Kim Seungmin and Seo Y/n, it's love at first sight but sometimes you meet your soulmate at the wrong time.

word count: 1,202

screenshot count: 15

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“Why are you making ramen at 3 in the morning, Jiji?” You whisper as you walk out of your room.

With the exception of Felix, you and the rest of your roommates are all insomniacs. Chan works at a local club as a bartender when he’s not busy with auditions or casted in some sort of production. Jisung, who works as a full time composer, claims that he works better at night but often you’re up with him watching a new anime or drama. Felix, being the only functional roommate manages to juggle his part time job at a computer store, working as a lyricist, and his partnered projects with Jisung. Your own brother has always had trouble sleeping. Back when you two were younger, you’d go to him when you couldn’t sleep because he was guaranteed to be the only other person up and managed to coax you to sleep. You had trouble sleeping since you were a small child, but now that you’re older you’re constantly overwhelmed with all of the information in the world that you can learn that often sleep takes a back seat to doom scrolls or textbooks.

“Don’t judge me for cooking ramen when you came out to eat some.” He whispers back. He’s balancing two bowls ceramic bowls on the palms of his hands, trying not to spill on the carpet or his feet.

You sigh as you set your phone and laptop on the couch and walk over to grab a bowl from him. He watches as you pull the sleeves of your jacket over your hands to make makeshift oven mitts before slowly stretching out his hand with one of the bowls. You slowly grab the bowl with both of your hands and walk back to the coffee table.

"You tempted me with food, don't try to make it out like I'm some sort of dog who sniffed out your food." You huff before sitting down on the floor in front of the coffee table. Jisung puts his bowl down and disappears into the kitchen again, returning a couple minutes later with two cups.

"Oh shut up." He mutters, sitting next to you. He grabs the tv remote and resumes the anime that the two of you were watching last time.

"Thank you, Jiji." You smile at him before you turn to your bowl and start eating.

Back when Jisung and Felix were still attending JYPU with you, the three of you would often spend time in the living room doing homework together. Felix would either finish early and hang out with the two of you until he was tired or fall asleep while he did his homework. You and Jisung would often stay up late, watching something and eating long after you finished your homework.

"Hey, that's my favorite hoodie! I've been looking for that everywhere." Jisung says quickly as he watches you almost spill noodles on yourself.

"No, you know the rules. If I find any of your guys' clothes in my laundry, it's legally mine until I wash it." You implemented the rule when you realized that the boys would sometimes sneak in their clothes into your laundry. For the most part, they've stopped but Jisung's clothes still find their way into your dirty clothes pile.

"I think you're just a little thief, but go ahead and keep it. It looks better on you anyway." He nudges your knee with his and goes back to eating.

The two of you sit in silence while you eat and watch tv. You swing your arm being you and pull your phone off from the couch. You open up the contact with the number you think might be Seungmin's. You spent most of the day solving and resolving the problem set seungmin gave you, unsure if you had actually gotten the questions right but unable to come up with any other answers. Your mind has also been otherwise preoccupied today.

The idea of being done with tutoring with Seungmin made you sad. Going to the library to meet and work with him became the better part of your week. Your classes were very boring and redundant. Many of your professors would just go over what you learned in your textbooks for your homework. And they stopped calling on you altogether because they knew that you knew all of the answers, making you constantly contemplate whether or not you actually needed to attend your lectures. And things at the tattoo parlor had been slow for you. You spent most of the time answering the phone and working on the schedule for the tattoo artists, not many people coming in to get pierced. But your study sessions with Seungmin were new and engaging. You don't want them to end. You toyed with the idea of purposely failing your test so that you could be tutored by him longer.

"Were you studying for your test all day?" Jisung asks, breaking the silence.

"Mostly," You hum, as you send a quick text to the number and put your phone on the floor, "I had a few classes today and then I went down and narrowed down my list of med school to apply to."

"Med school? Already? You don't graduate until next year." He turns to look at you.

"Yeah, but I need to start applying before I graduate. Plus, a lot of the overseas schools have different deadlines and requirements."

Jisung suddenly jokes on his food. You drop your chopsticks and start smacking him on the back, trying to dislodge the food stuck in his esophagus. After a few seconds, he take a deep breathe and grabs his drink, taking a sip.

"S-sorry, it went down the wrong pipe. You're going overseas for medical school?" He asks softly, his voice hoarse.

"Maybe. My dad is making me look at a bunch of the top schools to make up for the 'academic shortfall' that is JYPU that is going to 'permanently stain' my records."

"JYPU is a good school," Jisung sighs as he sets down his cup.

"For music and performing arts. It's not in the top 50 schools for pre-med-- hell, it's barely in the top 100 as my dad likes to reminds me."

"Wow... Sorry, I just assumed you'd be here for a while. Not forever, but long enough. To think you're not going to be here for 4 years."

"Actually, it might be longer than that. Medical school is only for 4 years but then I have 3-7 years of residency and then who knows where I'll end up after that."

"So, you're not coming back ever?"

"Maybe, I don't know. If it were up to me, I would just stay somewhere local but it's not and my dad said he would fund my entire education if I went to a reputable med school." The only reason why your father allowed you to stay at JYPU is that he thought it would look bad on your records if you transferred.

"So I only have one year?" He mumbles to himself. You choose to ignore whatever spiral he's about to go down and check to see if you had a response from Seungmin. You did.

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Buy me a coffee?

[raptorix]

A non-spoiler/low-spoiler writeup of my experience attending Critical Role Live Show at The Greek

The Non-Spoiler part:

My research and planning paid off! Pre-paid for my shuttle tickets and knew where to go and what to bring. I thought I'd need something to keep me busy during number crunching in the fights and brought my Switch, but found I didn't need it. ((I ended up waiting on the slow wifi to load Tumblr instead.))

Got there, bathroom break first, got in line for food, and I only had time to line up for either food or merch, so food first. Spent a half an hour in line, ate hastily on a picnic bench nearby, refilled my water bottle at the drinking fountain near the bathroom, then hiked up to my seat in the nosebleeds with my leftover fries in hand.

Shoutout to all the cosplayers!! I was having fun noticing them all while waiting for food & heading up to my seat. My row had a pretty good Keyleth cosplayer! While in line for food there was a trio cosplaying LoVM Scanlan, Pike, and Scanlan's Hand spell XD.

My row was full, and it's like airplane seating, so its not very comfortable if you're a wide person with minor claustrophobia issues. But my interest in the show and everyone trying to respectfully keep their space made it bearable. I also brought ear plugs because I value my hearing health and didn't want to injure myself, and the guy immediately to my right Could Cheer With Volume, and noticed me putting ear plugs in after his first very loud cheer. After intermission I went up a few rows to a fully empty row to be more comfortable by myself.

I also beelined to a merch booth with the shortest line during intermission and got a Live Show shirt & poster (that I gotta hang up today!)

I also anticipated the rush to leave, so I went to the bathroom in the last 15 minutes of the show, and missed what was said in the final cliffhanger. Thankfully I'll be able to catch that again on Thursday. :D Also because I was standing in the aisles for the wrap-up I was able to leave pretty quickly to get back on a shuttle to get home. Drive home was significantly faster & easier than the drive up. ((LA traffic even being terrible during a Saturday Afternoon!!!))

And now the low-spoilers/vague spoilers

Everyone's outfits were great!! The MC at the London Live Show gave a tight 5 intro with humor I didn't care for. Thankfully Brenan did a great job as a MC for this show! Concise, fun, and great energy! He joked about the socks selling faster than hot cakes and he was right--by intermission I didn't see any socks at any of the merch booths. I joked that Brenan would fill in as Tevin so Matt didn't have to juggle TWO friendly NPCs (along with the antagonist NPCs).

I assume they all discuss plans/intentions of the show before hand so they're not dicking around too much since the time slot *is* specific. I could tell Matt had pre-written notes for specific character monologues. Unless he does this for a lot more and I don't notice since I usually engage with the show as a podcast.

What I *did* predict is that Sam would return for the Live Show. With a new character!!! This guy will be interesting to get to know!! In Campaign 1, his character held a grudge against goblins for a specific backstory reason, then went and played one in Campaign 2. In Campaign 2, Nott/Veth flirted with an Aeormaton and a Minotaur, and now he's playing one of each in Campaign 3. :3

Being in a physical crowd instead of a chat room is more fun, because you can *hear* audience participation. Heard a guy assume Sam's new character was a cleric when he opened with using Divine Sense, and I whispered "That's a Paladin ability!"

Any more commentary will be a bit more spoilery, which I'm gonna restrain until we all get to see on Thursday.

[shallyne]

The Diary of Feyre Archeron Ch. 2

Chapter two of Feyre's diary! I hope you enjoy,! Things might pick up in the next chapter

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February 7th

Dear Diary,

I feel like death on two legs. These past fews were SO hectic.

I've got the job I applied for and they agreed fairly quick for me to work the night shifts, and now I know WHY! Who would have thought so many people went to a seedy diner at the outside of town in the middle of the night? It's weird and I also need to act like nothing is different because mom knows nothing! She doesn't suspect a single thing! I guess being ignored by her has its perks?

Anyway, I'm not going down that route. Point is, I'm trying to juggle work and school and somehow get sleep at some point of the day, which worked until today when I fell asleep in Mr. Suriel’s class. And guess who woke me up? Rhysand!! He was very sweet about it but I felt so embarrassed, I basically bolted away from him and almost walked into a door. Yeah, I can't look at him anytime soon.

Also, dad is acting very weird lately. He's always in his office and barely talks to any of us if he bothers to show up for dinner, even mom and Elain.

Okay, that's it I think.

Byee

February 15th

Dear Diary,

The moon is so pretty. It's like 11pm right now and I'm not at work, I got this Saturday off to work on Sunday which even gives me a little Sunday bonus! Amazing, isn't it?

Back to the moon, it's beautiful! I've never paid much attention to it but now that I did, I never want to look at anything else again. Sitting in the moonlight and writing in my diary? That's so aesthetically pleasing, Pinterest would eat this up!

I'm also not the only one still awake, I can hear dad’s TV, he's watching the news again, as every evening although he's working much later than usual, mom is super grumpy about this. I think they even argued yesterday, I heard weird noises coming from their room.

I also have good news! Rhysand and I have to make a project together for history!! ME and RHYSAND. It's going to be so fun, as long as I keep him far away from my house. He already asked if we wanted to start the project at his house or mine, of course I said his even though I'm super nervous! We're meeting tomorrow. Should I wear the blue sweater? Maybe I can steal some of Elain’s mascara. Or I could ask her. We'll see, I guess.

I also don't know if I should leave my notebook at home. It's full of scribbles of Rhys's eyes. That's very specific but I just can't get them right! How can a person have such unique eyes? If anyone comes close to having literal starry eyes, it's him. So, what would be more embarrassing, if mom found the notebook or Rhys??

I think I'll leave it here, hide it in my closet. If mom still finds it I can lie and say it's just practice! Hopefully she won't find the R+F scribbled in the back.

I'm getting sleepy now, big day tomorrow.

Bye!

March 9th

Dear Diary,

Rhys and I got an A on our project! It was so easy working with him, it didn't even feel like working. He's not just the most beautiful guy I have ever seen, he's also so nice and incredibly smart! I think he also plays sports, what can't he do? Like, leave some talent for us!

I also got into an argument with Nesta if it's acceptable to use sus as a word. It's way too hard and time consuming to always fully spell suspiceus ous, same with saying it. Shortening it saves lots of time! She says it's stupid and to not use it in front of her friends because it's humiliating. To quote her, verbatim, “Stop trying to make sus happen, Feyre! It's not going to happen!” Rude. It's totally going to happen someday and I'm going to tell her “I told you so.” (She hates that)

Also, after weeks of acting sus, dad finally joined us at dinner and actually talked. Mostly to mom and the topic was the airplane that had just disappeared but nonetheless, he talked and his mood seemed better! He also doesn't look like a caveman anymore for the first time since he locked himself in the office, so that's good.

Mom also almost caught me eating chocolate, which would have been a total disaster. She's always making sure that we, mostly Elain and Nesta, aren't overweight. She's weighing them weekly! It's so insane. Sometimes I bring back some leftovers after my shift and sneak them to Elain and Nesta's room. They accept them and mom hasn't kicked me out of the house yet, so I assume they haven't told her. They also don't ask question when I bring the snacks, they just accept it. Good, that means they don't have to lie for me. Or I don't have to lie to them.

Okay, I guess that's it for the day.

PS: is it normal to constantly have a feeling of impending doom? Is it just PMS?

April 29th

Dear Diary,

Since Rhys and I did our project we've spent much more time together! He's so funny, he always makes me laugh. I think we've even become friends. We shared our lunch today, he got a half of my sandwich and I got a half of his! He even gave me his coke zero because he was shocked when I told him I never had any. It was amazing. (the coke, the company and the lunch)

Rhys told me he's super into astronomy, he's a nerd about it and it's so cute. I never saw him so animated about a topic! I mean, when he talks about himself. For some reason he also looks super interested when I talk about painting, he must be a good actor because I can't imagine him really being interested in art but I appreciate it anyway! No one ever really tried to listen to me about my hobbies.

I think I'm talking nonsense again, I don't know why that always happens. Sometimes my thoughts feel like a big heap of muddled words and everything is going on at once.

Oh, right, I almost forgot the most important thing! Rhys and I planned a sleepover during the summer holidays! I told him that I'd like to have a WiiU someday and he suggested a game night, because he has a WiiU, I'm so excited! I hope the time goes by fast, I can't wait. I need a break, my schedule is so tight these days, it's almost suffocating but I can't tell anyone.

It's going to be worth it, though. I'm saving my money, for what, I don't know yet. Maybe my driver's license? I have time to figure it out.

Mom is out for tea with her friends right now, so I'm using the time to listen to Taylor Swift without headphones!

May 31st

Dear Diary,

I could cut the tension here with a knife but either no one tells me what's up or they don't know. I tried to get some infos from our cook, Alis. She's always nice and she gets wind of all the gossip but she couldn't tell me what's going on.

Something isn't right and I need to know what it is, although something tells me I shouldn't. But can I just leave this mystery unsolved? Of course I can't!

It might be quiet right now, mom amd dad are in dad’s office upstairs, Elain and Nesta are in the garden and all the house staff seem to be huddled somewhere around the kitchen, whispering among themselves. Maybe I could eavesdrop? But there isn't really a way to hide without them seeing me. We definitely need more secret nooks in this house, I can't get information like this.

Nesta always says I'm nosy but that's such a negative way to look at it, I'm just curious. How is she not? How is Elain not? Is it wrong to be curious?

Especially if your parents are super jumpy for, like, the whole last week! It's super sus. Last night I knocked over the salt shaker and they flinched! Mom didn't even shout or reprimand me, she just glowered and went back to her dinner, it was sca–

Oh, hold on, the doorbell just rang, be back in a sec.

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@captain-of-the-gwynriel-ship @starfall-spirit @rhysiedarling @corcracrow @sydney-fae25 @tothestarsandwhateverend @aayo-whatt @dreamlandreader

[ughgoaway]

Hey lovely, I'm really enjoying the smutty blurbs and would love to hear about Matty and teachers first time together.

Also I've just got home from the most stressful Christmas with family, and would be interested to hear about teachers family and whether she is as close to them as Matty is to his

🎄

hi angel!!! so sorry for this late reply, but im so glad you're enjoying the smutty blurbs. They're so fun to write!! I'm actually planning on doing a full fic for their first time together, so hopefully, that will be coming soon!!

oh I'm sorry about stressful Christmas, it's always a fucking rough time going back home and dealing with everyone.

this is something I have thought a little bit, and I think that in the teacher au, the family relationship is a bit strained.

I think your family are so overbearing, constantly trying to insert themselves in your life in ways you just don't need. every time you see them, it's followed by an onslaught of questions,

"do you have a boyfriend yet?"

"are you still doing that teaching thing?"

"when are you going to have kids? you have only got so long now darling"

so Christmas was always a stressful affair, trying to juggle judgmental aunts and uncles with parents who want to know every detail of your life so they can comment on it.

I think you're as close as you can be, but some distance is necessary for you to stay sane. you love them, but sometimes you just need space to exist.

but Matty's family is a breath of fresh air. The first Christmas you spent with them made you realise it can be enjoyable to see your family.

Denise is so welcoming, ushering you in and plying you with biscuits and tea. she chats about matty, and she tells you that if he ever does anything stupid, tell her, and she'll give him an earful. which earns her an eye roll from matty and assurance that he won't fuck this one up.

Louis is easy to get along with, and he feels like your little brother too very quickly. Tim is hilarious and kind, and all of Matty's extended family are so welcoming and sweet that you don't quite know what to do with yourself.

I think at some point in the night, you wander off, and matty notices you skulking away and follows you out into the garden. you're leaning on the wall outside, staring up at the stars and trying to breathe a little bit better.

"You alright, darling?" matty walks up to you and wraps you in a hug, already noticing your shivering body.

"Yeah, sorry, just needed a minute," you say softly, leaning your head on mattys shoulder and humming comfortably.

you stand in silence for a few minutes, watching your hot breath vaporise in the air and warming each other up.

"Is it always like this for you?" You break the veil of silence, looking up at matty curiously.

his face immediately scrunches in confusion, "what like all of us hanging out and drinking? yeah, that's a pretty average Christmas for us. " he laughs and pulls you in closer, rubbing up and down your bare arms with his hands, desperate to warm you up.

"No, no, I mean, is it always so... Nice? calm? no one is badgering you with questions and making judgemental or petty comments." You say softly, almost hoping matty doesn't hear your words.

but he does. He pulls back and looks in your eyes and his immediately soften. he tugs you in impossibly closer and presses a kiss to the top of your head.

"Oh, sweetheart. m'sorry your family are a bit exhausting. but the good news is, next year, you'll have me to drag along with you. hopefully, they'll start badgering me about my "silly rockstar job" and leave you alone, hmm? and I'm sure annie will be distraction enough, she will corner your aunt susan and talk about horses for a good hour" matty smiles as he imagines meeting your family.

he always tries to envion what your childhood room looked like. Were the walls covered in posters like his? or were you more organised? did you have teddy bears lining the bed that you don't have the heart to get rid of? he can't wait to tease you for all the old photos and embarrassing clothes.

you giggle and burrow your nose into matty, "already planning for next year, huh? you planning on sticking around that long?" You tease, hearing matty talk about the future so confidently had butterflies hammering at your ribs.

"Of course I am. I'm afraid you're stuck with me for a longgggg time now, sweetheart. " You hum happily and squeeze matty.

[girlytips]

Where in the world is Ribon?

As you've noticed, for the last about three months, the blog has gone back and forth between guest writers and queue. The blog was moved (without my knowledge) and longform writing stopped. Recently, girly.zyoshi also went on break. So where have I been? Is this the end of Ribon-tan and girly kei tips?

Short answer: No. I'm not quitting girly tips, and I don't intend to any time soon. That being said, some things will be changing.

When I started girly-kei-tips, it was a spin off blog of girly-kei-otd, in the style of old school jfashion blogs like fairykeitips, lolitatips, menheratips, etc. I'd been wearing Girly and lurking in the "larme kei" community for years, but what finally pushed me to gather resources for people looking to get into the style was the overwhelming influx of misinformation about a select few substyles and silhouettes. The jfashion community has grown in the years since tiktok, and with it has grown the number of newbies and misinformation- as well as a new "veterans correcting incorrect info is elitist gatekeeping" sort of idea circulating, at first most prevalent with baby gyaru, then lolitas, and now with menhera and Girly. I wanted to find a way to teach people new to jfashion about Girly and create a community of wearers that was as active as the "larme kei" communities of the mid 2010s were. So after an interest poll on girly-kei-otd, I wrote my first major article about the (at the time) current misconceptions newcomers to Girly had.

It circulated much faster than I expected it to! Of course, since posting that I have been bombarded with harassment, from simply reblogging with such creative stantwt-esque rebuttals as "me when i lie" to attempted doxxing, death threats, and full blown conspiracies trying to assert that I'm actually like 10 other people, not really mentally ill, hate Japan, dont really wear jfashion, etc. However, that's never effected me as much as seeing the information I translated and broke down reaching platforms I'm not even on, and encouraging people who were new to or had stepped back from Girly to rejoin the community! This only motivated me to keep going, so I did!

However, no amount of passion for something can entirely combat the reality that I am a mentally ill and disabled person who has been juggling recovery, university, a job, an irl social life, and suddenly being thrust into the position of "spokesperson for the Girly community". I became incredibly burnt out due to the sheer amount of having to repeat myself over and over, as well as a lack of energy due to struggles with mental and physical health entirely unrelated to the project. When I had an unrelated severe bpd episode, I knew I needed to temporarily step back. I had two friends who run their own jfashion projects take over for me so I could focus on survival and recovery- but it had an unintended consequence.

Unfortunately, the most common conspiracy theory used to devalue any information I give or agree with is that I am the entire Girly community, and the menhera community as well. So, when the responses from my blog seemed less like Ribon and more like runners of other popular blogs, this seemed to validate that belief in some. On top of that, language barrier issues as well as differences in opinion lead to seemingly contradictory information coming out of girly tips. Suddenly, every time I was meant to come back, I had to deal with another misunderstanding, edit another post, freak out thinking my blog was deleted when it was actually moved- no one was being malicious, there were just too many chefs in the kitchen, so to speak. This just made my mental state deteriorate even more, and make me feel even more unfit to resume activities.

This level of burnout lead me to take the extended break that I took, and starting girly.zyoshi really helped me get out of that rut- but then Instagram began to not show our posts. Apparently, this is common with kaiwai accounts- frequent posts with similar hashtags get marked as spam. After discussions with customer support, the solution was to take a break from posting so that the account doesn't get nuked before starting back over. Unfortunately, combined with my absence from the blog, this made it look as though I had abandoned my projects entirely.

So, what now? Well, I'm going to be back to making original posts and answering questions again. However, to prevent a burnout from happening again, it's never going to go back to the insane frequency of original articles I was putting out in the beginning months. The kaiwai account is also resuming activity- but limited to 2 or 3 posts a week! And yes, the Discord, which was deleted many months ago, will be staying down. To make up for this lack of original content, I'll continue to leave the blog running a daily queue as well between posts.

While I have the opportunity to do so, I'd also like to make one thing clear, AGAIN. I do not hate mentally ill people. I do not hate people who "fit" the landmine stereotype. This is a fact that seems to have been overlooked in favor of the "don't listen to that person, they just hate people who struggle" approach to combatting the information I provide. I also do not condone harassment, EVER. I don't care what for. Before deleting the Discord due to member safety concerns, I had to re-enforce that rule many times. Someone identifying as jirai or spreading the misinformation that jirai is a fashion or a movement is ABSOLUTELY not an excuse fo make fun of them. If you came to the conclusion that it is justified to bully people who post misinformation because of my blog, you have severely misread the purpose of my blog and I do not want you here.

I myself am severely mentally ill. I struggle with many aspects of illness that are the most fetishized in the landmine lifestyle. I have diagnosed BPD, as well as a severe dissociative disorder and cPTSD. I am not against mentally ill people doing their best to survive. I am not "anti" anyone's coping mechanisms- after all, even bad coping mechanisms are better than no coping mechanisms and can be the difference between life and death. I do not have anything against people like me- people who struggle to maintain healthy relationships, who struggle with chronic suicidal ideation, who have mood swings, etc. I have nothing against people who are stuck in unhealthy lifestyles because the alternative is death. My issue is the trying to make struggling with these illnesses and living dangerous lifestlyes cute and trendy- which is what the Japanese jirai scene is all about. Wherever you are in life- if it's living a "landmine lifestyle" of binge drinking and unsafe work, or if you're coping healthily, or somewhere in between- it's okay. You're okay, and I'm proud of you. What's not okay is trying to sanitize what the lifestyle and term are- they aren't feminist, they aren't safe and fun, they aren't cute and desirable. And it's also not okay to try to spread misinformation about fashions to try to support this Western fanfiction that there is a feminist fashion and culture movement called landmine about freeing mentally ill girls by denying that Girly/girly kei exists.

I hope this helps explain some things, but I haven't proofread. So please, if you have any questions, anon asks are on for the time being. Thanks so much for your support, and I'm excited to see you in a text post I have in the works! -Ribon

[lunarubra]

This is me blabbing away and trying to make sense of this crazy moment that's my life... Kind of like a PSA, without a real structure.

(Let's start with an apology, this was supposed to be short, just a couple of lines long, asking for some forgiveness for being so absent, and it turned into a small vent about my crazy life. Synthesis has never been one of my strongest features, apparently.)

Life has been crazy lately. April, May, and June are always hectic months for a teacher, and this year looks like it's going to be even worse. Right now, I'm juggling a full teaching post, a university research, a social life with a partner, a new kitten bringing me everyday dead lizards (she is a serial killer in disguise), and being selected as an internal commissioner for the high school diploma this year. And no, the last one is not an honor; it's more like a punishment for younger professors who don't have the authority to say no to older colleagues, plus a ton of paperwork and two more months of work while everyone else is on holiday. Yuppie for me. But joking aside, I'm not complaining about my job. I'm happy to teach, and compared to a lot of other jobs out there, I feel privileged to do what I'm doing. I love my kiddos, and even though most of the time they behave like dunderheads, teaching supports my creativity and gives me so many insights into my life.

But let's get to the point of all this. I am feeling slightly guilty for not being as active here as I should be and for not having enough mental energy and time to dedicate myself to writing more. To my lovely mutuals, I'm in awe of all that you're posting right now. I apologize for not replying and commenting on your amazing content as much as I would like. I just wanted to say, it's not because I'm disappearing; I'm just really busy, and I can't wait for the moment when I'll feel more chilled and can treat myself to all your new chapters, moodboards, and all the amazing content you're creating. I know I am being a small silent weight in your tag list, so thank you for still including me <3

About "Shadow of the Sea," I have a chapter ready and one WIP of the following one. I want to post the one that's ready sometime in the next week, but after that, I'm not sure when I'll be able to write the next one. So Jiyan and Cillian are taking a small break. I'm going to continue the story; this is not a goodbye. I have many ideas and plans for those two idiots; I'm just waiting for some writing energy and time in my schedule.

And yeah, I understand if you're thinking, "Are you aware that your blog and story are read by less than 10 people and no one really gives a damn?" Yes, I am aware, and this post is mostly for me, writing it down it helps me a lot, giving some sort of clarity. However, I've had the chance to meet amazing creators since I got busy on Tumblr again a couple of months ago. People who supported me and helped me, so this is more me trying to explain why my support isn't at its 100% right now and trying to excuse myself since I feel like a horrible mutual right now.

Ah, one last thing, maybe the only thing that will pop up on my blog are some "Slow Horses" GIFs. Thanks to Alex, @cillmequick, Jackson Lamb, and River Cartwright have become my new obsession, and creating GIFs is one of the few things that calm me after a busy hectic day and make me use some of that creative energy left.

I think that's it. Please still free to write me and contact me about my fic, blog, shenanigans; I will try to reply as soon as possible. Sending you all a big hug if you arrive till the end of this long long lengthy text xD

[fandomfiish]

John Keating is having one of those sleepless nights, it rarely happens to him but after the events that transpired the past two months its been happening more frequently, and it's due to the fact that he's terrified that something would happen when he was asleep.

Not towards him or his wife, but to their newly adopted son. Keating felt himself smile at the word son, Neil Perry, who is currently sleeping in the other room. His mind flashed back to how it all happened.

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It was suffocating to be inside a room at a hospital, especially when the person on the bed is someone that became so special to you in a short time. A feeling he knows all the poets know all too well.

They've gotten to this routine of them visiting Neil at the hospital twice a week, which was at the Hospital's request as he knew the others would love nothing but to visit Neil every day. But alas the other had to rest and he had to explain it to the students.

The nurse came in after round of laughter came from them when Charlie told a joke, signifying that their time is up. And after a while the poets who usually looked downtrodden now had smiles on their faces, after all, Neil was close to being discharged and coming back to them.

"Mr. Keating." He finds himself stopping as the other poets start to leave the room, Neil requesting the nurse for just a little bit more time to talk to Keating which both were thankful for when she agreed.

"What is it, Mr. Perry?" He said smiling, although it fell off when he was the other face fall.

"Please don't call me that," He said unable to meet the older eyes, "I don't want to be called like Father."

Keating nods, "I apologize for it then," He then looked at Neil wordlessly asking him how should he call him. "Neil." The other replied, which made Keating smile. "I'm sorry then Neil."

Once he saw the smile return from the other he decided to speak again. "What is it you want to talk to me about, Neil?"

"I'm..." Neil starts, now looking at Keating. "I'm turning 18 next week, same time as I'm returning to Welton." Keating nods, letting the younger one speak.

"And I thought- No, I'll be moving out of my parent's house. I don't want to return there any more." Neil's voice was low as if not want anyone else but him to know. "There's too much in there that I don't want to remember."

Keating finds himself sitting on the edge of Neil's hospital bed. With a smile he replies. "I support your decision there Neil, but I must ask where you'll be staying when you move out."

Neil seems to anticipate that question due to his answering quickly.

"I was gonna stay with Charlie's for a while as I try to find work so I could pay for Welton and my daily necessities. I know It will be hard to juggle a job, school, and acting but I can do it, I promise you, Mr. Keating." Neil finds himself speaking faster at the end, looking at Keating with pleading eyes hoping that he'll understand and accept it.

Keating thinks it was a sound plan, although given that Neil still has rest once he gets discharged and the amount of missed activities he had on Welton, he thinks of something that might help the other.

Then he remembers calling his wife last night, them talking about how their lives were going, and once their conversation steers to Neil and the poets he remembers his wife's offhand comment of wanting to adopt Neil so they'll finally have a son.

And then Keating had an idea. And he had to say it fast, Neil took his silence as him disagreeing and he can see the other slowly moving away from him.

"Neil, I have a proposition for you. And I want you to understand what I'm going to say okay?" He starts as Neil's eyes find him again and once he's sure he got the other's full attention he starts.

"You have quite a good plan there, but I hope you don't mind my concerns about you tiring yourself to the bone, especially when you're supposed to still rest once you've left this place." He stops to look at Neil and he saw him looking defeated, Keating just hopes that what he asks of him next would cheer the other up.

"So here's my proposition, Me and my wife would care for you once you are eighteen, so you can move into our home and you can study and enjoy acting without worrying about paying anything." Once he finished talking he saw the awestruck look Neil is having, then he saw tears welling up on Neil's eyes.

"I-Is that true Mr. Keating? You'll take me in, truly?" Neil asks once more not believing what is happening. And he smiled when Keating smiled at him. "I-I thank you so much, Mr. Keating, I would love to!" And he founds himself enveloping the other in a warm hug, Keating was surprised for a second before he reciprocated. And the two stayed like that for a few minutes before they heard the knock on the door, signifying their time is up.

Neil was the first one to let go, but he was smiling broadly, something that Keating haven't seen in a while and he was thankful he can see it again.

"We'll talk about it when you return alright?" Neil asks, and Keatings nods before turning to the door and opening it, then stops when he heard Neil speaks.

"Guess I have to get used to calling you dad now huh?" Keating felt warmness on his chest when he heard Neil call him that, which cause him to smile broadly. "Guess you should, son." And when he left the room he tries to remember how Neil visibly brightened at him calling him son.

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After days of moving and an unpleasant conversation with Mr. Perry Neil was able to move to his new home, their home.

The other poets upon knowing it the exact day he told Neil, were all elated. Charlie even says they can visit Neil a lot more now since he's with Keating. And when he told his wife, she sounds so elated and wants to meet them soon.

This is why the other poets are all sleeping in Neil's room, they called it a sleepover and it was more chaotic than the usual Keating household, but he wouldn't want it any other way.

He leaves him and his wife's room as he went to Neil's room, seeing almost all of the poets sleeping, except for Neil. Who was staring at the ceiling with a pleased look on his face, at the sound of the door opening he looked in that direction and smiled seeing Keating there, with a smile on his face as well.

"Couldn't sleep?" Keating asked.

Neil shakes his head, "Just thinking." He then looks at Keating who's waiting for him to continue, and so he did. "Of how much things have changed, since I've done that." Keating nods, knowing that the subject was still sensitive to the other.

"I have to thank the poets for being there for me, and you for taking me in. I've never ..." He smiles. "I've never felt so alive, so loved. And I thank you all for that."

Keating smiles about to speak when Neil did it first. "Thank you, dad." Keating felt his breath hitch from the name, and he finds his smile go wider.

"You deserve the love, son. You really do."

And John Keating and Neil Keating smile at each other, knowing that whatever happens in the future they'll have each other.

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@inahallucination @theluminoussunflower HEALING , FLUFF , NEIL LIVES, ADOPTION!

[bethsullivan94]

Beth's Diary #1: Before The Storm

Hello and this is Beth's diary "hashtag one". I'm currently working as a guitar technician in Portland, Oregon. I constantly feel like I'm at the wrong place driving on the wrong lane of my dreams, you see, my whole family is from LA and everybody knows I wanted to become a profissional writer since high-school. I have skills for writting any kinds of stuff. From poetry to song lyrics, from short stories to novels. I even started a project for a Netflix tv-show with the help of a senior/war veteran about his life in the army. It was actually a comedy full of good fortune. I'm excellent on starting new projects but horrible to conclude them. And well, here I am now, brought by destiny, to LA! After a full night of work and partying. It's raining like crazy and I love it. It helps refreshing my memory and mind. It's alot going on concerning my internal battles. I'm near my youngest sister's home and I catch myself in a crossroad: You see, it's been a long time since I've been trying to prove myself and value to my family, the world and I. But when I say family, I only mean my youngest sister. My parents are separated and they're nuts. Dad was an alcoholic and mom is a drug addict. Even though me and Ellie tried SO hard to get a better life, forced into some part-time job becoming a full-time career - so to speak - there are just too many scars of life that holds us down somehow. Ellie might be the youngest, but she still the strongest. Always has the right answers to everything. Perhaps she got the turn around she deserved when she had her 3rd child, Kassie. Oh sweet Kassie, that cute little blondie angel she is. I miss her so much. I like to give her the best influence I can give her. My heart was beating differently to the rythm of the drums, few minutes ago at the live show. My life just took an unexpected turn tonight as I discovered I'm pregnant. This revelation sent me shockwaves to all my senses, including my burning eyes.

I'm completely unsure of how to navigate this chapter of my life and here's a toast to the worst case scenario, coz I'm doing this alone as I don't know exactly who or where the father is.

That's it. I'm gonna need Ellie's help to figure this one out. Again. I'm calling an uber L.A.X. to get there. *Beth leaves the pub and gets in the car while getting all wet by the heavy rain. Beth decides to make a quick stop at a shop to buy Kassie a gift and her father too. For Kassie, a nice bracelet for badass rock chicks only. As for Kassie's father, a toilet shape coffee mug with a saying ''Lazy man's beer mug". She laughed so hard when she spotted that one. Back in the uber driver's car, she can't help but feel a twinge of envy towards Ellie. Watching her youngest sister effortlessly juggle the responsibilities of motherhood while maintaining a stability and a sense of grace left Beth feeling weak and lonely.*

Beth swallowed her pride mixed with crying and sobbing and leaned on her faith of her sister's support. "Thanks for the ride!" I said, before getting off of the car. The heavy rain was the least of my problems at that moment. I didn't feel myself uncomfortable about the thousands of drops of water more than the life growing inside of me by each second that passed. I look up to the sky and I see the building she lives in. So tall and painted in red. Kind of gave me the creeps when coincidentally a thunder struck the sky. "Come on Beth, look alive" - said that to myself as I ring the door bell. I hear she yelling at the kids who were supposed to open the door for her. As she approaches the door, I take a step back. There's Ellie looking to the other corner of the coridoor, confused. I do a sneaky move and go near her while she's on her back to me. She slightly turns: "BOO!"

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[maximumsunshine]

I'm trying a new post that isn't a mile long.

I'm an underemployed, by choice, single mother trying to balance the needs of my extremely disabled children (and my own disabilities) by being home and available more than 40hrs a week employment would allow, but still working at least part time. Thing is, even working full time wouldn't bring in enough income to support me and my kids. I'd need to juggle 2 full time jobs for that, and with my health and my kids needs, that's just not possible.

I'm short roughly 2k a month. Give or take. Different months have different utilities amounts and other just miscellaneous needs of a house of 4.

But we're short 2k a month.

We're trying to survive 5 months.

That's 10k that i need but just don't have.

I'm hoping by the start of 2023 my 23yo will have a job and can help with rent. I'm hoping my attempt, which I have professional help with, to get my 14yo on ssi will be approved. He qualifies. It's just a matter of getting the government to agree. I'm hoping by like July my divorce will be final and I'll have some sort of child support.

I just need to survive until then.

My big gofundme goal is the 10k. But people aren't donating there. I'm getting PayPal donations. Woo! No fees! Here is my PayPal!

I'm taking this one small goal at a time. I have 3 goals a month. Two paydays (8th and 23rd) and rent in the first of each month. Before a payday I calculate about how much I'll be short. And i need literally all of my rent supported by kindness. I've raised enough to cover all my needs for August. So now I'm working on September rent. Rent is 1468$ a month but i have a 4 bedroom, house with a great yard in a safe neighborhood, and great schools. And my landlord is on the ball with repairs. Including major repairs in an old house. So I figure out rent one month at a time.

Anyway I've collected part of rent for September, so this post is focused on figuring out the rest of it.

Every dollar adds up and is one dollar less i need to panic about.

Reblogs are essential. I'm literally begging you to reblog. Please.

200/1468$

Ugh. And ignore my deadname. I'm Max. And I'll do anything for my kids. Anything.

I'll update every 2-3 days so this doesn't get a mile long. I mean, should I go way over, it'll go towards the difference of September paychecks.

[dreamersbcll]

“Intoxicated”- for @krikeymate

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Tara breathed out, letting the smoke curl around her in the warm summer air.

She had a very stressful week. College wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. It was kicking her ass. Hobbling around the city and trying to fit in on a new campus wasn't what it was cracked up to be.

But she didn’t have a choice. She promised Sam that she would get her diploma and work hard. Her sister was already juggling two jobs and therapy full time, and the least Tara could do was survive college.

Lifting the joint to her lips, she let her other hand rest on her stomach. There she could feel the rough skin, marred by pink, healing scars. She shivered, feeling the skin flex and pull against the old scars. It still unnerved her how fragile she was. A human piñata for knives. And she couldn’t stop them from hitting her.

Getting lost in her thoughts, she didn’t notice that someone had shuffled up behind her. She yelped as hands wrapped around her middle but relaxed once she realized who it was.

“Sam!” she scolded, pushing her sister off of her. She turned to see her big sister frowning deeply back at her.

Tara raised an eyebrow, waiting for Sam to answer her.

“Are you… smoking?” Sam asked an odd tone in her voice.

Shit.

Tara felt like somebody had poured ice water down her back, everything freezing up. She should’ve put the joint out. She should’ve paid attention to her surroundings. Shit.

“Yes?” she softly said, rooted in her spot.

Sam reached out and snagged the joint, dropping it and putting it out on the ground. Tara gasped at the action, annoyance creeping up inside of her.

“Sam! That was good quality. There goes eighty bucks,” she complained, crossing her arms.

Her big sister took a deep breath, closing her eyes in frustration. Tara had no idea what was wrong. It wasn’t like Sam hadn’t been high before. So she bought weed underage. It’s not like anyone was going to arrest her.

She waved her hand in front of Sam’s face, annoyed. “Hello. What’s your problem?”.

Sam rubbed her hand on her face, her eyes growing dark. “You know what my problem is. I said no drugs or alcohol. Not until you’re older. You know how I feel about this shit, Tara. I’m so fucking disappointed in you,” she spat.

Tara bristled at the statement, anger blooming in her chest. “Oh, good. You’re disappointed. What the fuck am I supposed to do with that? It’s not like you went missing from my life for years. Oh, wait! You were!” she hissed back, fully aware that they were causing a scene on the street.

Sam didn’t seem to care. “I’m here now. I’m fucking here now! You know we have rules for a reason. You know why they’re there. You’re supposed to listen! What if I was an attacker and you were high on the street? What then?”

She threw her hands up in disbelief. “What does it matter? It’s one joint. One! I don’t know why you’re so fucking mad over one little broken rule!”.

“Because I don’t want you to end up like me!” Sam shouted, stamping her foot to the ground.

Both sisters quieted down after that statement. Sam was breathing heavily, her hands shaking. Tara was shocked to her core, her mouth open and eyes wide.

Sam took a deep breath, stepping forward to rest her hands on Tara’s shoulder. Tara flinched at the contact, Sam pulling back as if she had been burned.

“Look. I was gone. You were without a person to help guide you. But I'm here now. And I want to make sure you understand how we must be careful, and that your future depends on your actions now. I want you to shine, honey. Your future is bigger than mine ever will be,” Sam softly said, her warm eyes boring into Tara’s.

Tara’s defenses crumpled at Sam’s raw words. She knew Sam wanted the best for her, even if they had been disconnected for years. She knew this was when she should tell Sam how much she missed her. How much Sam meant to her. How much Tara loved her.

But she didn’t. She didn’t say any of that.

She did what a Carpenter did best. Leave.

“Okay. It won’t happen again. I’m sorry,” she whispered, returning to head back inside.

If Tara were paying attention, she would’ve saw Sam reach out as if she was going to hug her. But at the last second, her big sister chose to pull away.

And Tara left her big sister there, standing alone on the street.