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seriesxwriting · 3 years ago

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I’m yours (w rafe Cameron)

Pairing- Rafe cmon x you

Summary- You and Rafe haven’t spoken in years. Now your left alone in a class room together. Can you rekindle your friendship, or better?

Series- Outer banks

Warning’s- alcohol abuse, derogatory terms said in a drunk state, kissing. Protective rafe❤️

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We were best friends in middle school, used to go round each others houses and would piss off teachers together in year six. Then we got into upper school, we fell apart, nothing bad happened we just slowly but surely drifted. Until it got to a point when we wouldn’t even say hi in the halls.

We were in our last year and Rafe was popular now I just stuck with my three friends. Didn’t socialise with many other people and I hadn’t spoken to Rafe in what felt like decades.

And now we were alone in detention, the teacher had walked out for the bathroom and left me and Rafe to our own. “So What did you do” rafe asked me turning around. “Truancy” I voiced looking at my fingers. “Woah y/n, didn’t know you still had it in you” Rafe laughed intrigued. “I didn’t have any run in me for pe, so i didn’t go” I shrugged slightly.

“Mmm Fairs” Rafe got board of not getting any attention and looked forward. I looked up at him now. “You?” I asked shortly, that made him look my way. “Guess” Rafe smirked “huh… made a teacher cry” I half laughed enjoying talking to him again. “Pushed in the lunch que” he shrugged almost disappointed.

“How is your thing minor compared to mine, it’s you” I widened my eyes with a grin. Rafe shook his brown haired head at me chuckling “what’s that supposed to mean gorgeous?”. I rolled my eyes at the compliment looking at him I seriously “Rafe Cameron, have you not heard the storys?” His eyes now rolled.

“you should know better than to listen to rumours y/n” “I never said I believed them rafe”. His eyebrow shot up taken back “first girl to have said that” “I know you Cameron- the old you, but he’s there… deep down but there” I shrugged looking at my fingers again. “What you doing after this” he asked me with a neural face for once, no famous rafe grin. “Sleeping” I told him putting my elbows on the table and my face in my hands. “We should hang sometime, it’s been a while”

“Rafe i couldn’t do anything with you because you’d just be doing drugs” “no! No I swear no drugs not if your against it” he put his hands up swiftly. I did believe him. “My mates are going to pick me up then we’re going on tops boat”. my throat went dry. “You coming?” He raised his eyebrow at me “I swear I won’t leave your side” he stood up looking at the time. “…fine rafe” I started to gather up my books and he helped me, carrying a few himself. “It will be like old times” he smirked wondering out the class swerving the tables. What was I doing. Shit became real when I saw topper, kelce, Rick and Tony sitting outside in the car.

They started nudging each other when we walked down the path to them “Rafe i dont know about this” i hissed as my stomach knotted. “People make them out as bad guys but i wouldn’t have brought you if they were, I’ve got you” he nodded before we reached the black car. “Rafe pulling?” Topper winked with a hand on the wheel. “Shut up will you? I invited her” he pushed his friend through the window. “The more the merrier” Tony eyed me up and down in my little school skirt and top that had the first couple of buttons undone and my tie loose. Rafe watched him dangerously but I offered up a smile.

Tony’s smile was deep and he didn’t notice rafes daggers. Either that or he didn’t care. “Get in so we can leave this shit hole” kelce laughed in the schools direction while opening the back for me.“I’ll take your books, they’d fly everywhere back here” he took them and then offered a hand out so i could climb up “thank you” I chuckled taking a seat. It wasn’t a second untill rafe crashed in next to me. The car started moving a second after and I grabbed onto him not being prepared. Rafe laughed attaching to my wrist “you alright?”.

“Am I intruding?” “No one thinks that” he raised his eyebrows at me. “So you still as fun as middle school?” He asked me when I looked at the view of the sea. “Your type of fun has changed since year six rafe” i half laughed “not completely” he told me. The car came to a halt at tops house. He got out and came round squinting out to the sea “what the fuck- where’s the boat” he scoffed racking his brain. Tops mother opened the window of the kitchen from the house and called him. She always scared me, his mother was so stern.

Topper spoke to her for a minutes or two before returning while rolling his brown eyes. “My dad had a meeting and took the boat” he told us huffing. The three boys got out the car moaning “Rafe your the only other who has a boat, can we use yours?” Rick asked him with puppy dog eyes. “Out of commission currently, we’re having work done to it” Rafe shrugged. The boys rolled there necks in defeat. “We can use mine”. The words just tumbled out, I didn’t even think about it, the boys looked at me surprised “I didn’t know you had a boat” Tony looked at me excitedly. “It’s new” I shrugged not thinking it was a big deal.

“your parents won’t mind?” “There in England at the moment- on business” I shrugged my shoulders “shit- really” topper grinned at new opportunity “yeah, you know where I live” I nodded at the driving seat. “Yeah- of course sound, thanks y/n” topped bounced to his front seat. Rafe looked at me smiling, he licked his lips “what” “the rebel is still inside of you too” he told me. I pushed him gently to stop myself from laughing.

The car took off again and ended up at my house, me and topper didn’t live that far away from each other it was on the same road but at completely different ends. The road was quite long. He parked up and we all got out. “Do you remember where we kept our key?” I looked at rafe challenging him. He liked it i could see it in his eyes. Without saying anything he walked over to our hanging plant and took out the fake flowers holding up the gold key. We laughed together and I nodded to the front door for him to unlock it.

“I just need to grab the boat keys, make your self at home the- back door is over there if you want to check out the boat” I pointed leaving the boys in the hallway. But Rafe followed me. “glued to my hip huh” I giggled turning into my father office. “Don’t act like you don’t love it” he joked with me, I laughed shaking my head. “get over yourself” I said turning around having found the keys. Rafe was right behind me I almost slammed into him. We didn’t say anything just looked at each other “we should never have drifted” he whispered to me, our faces were not that far apart accept from the fact he was miles taller than me.

“It’s on us both” I told him swallowing “we missed out on so much time” he chewed his cheek. “Then we make up for it” I told him swinging the key with my finger. “Can I warn you first” he looked worried, “what’s up” “their going to- try their- twisted way of flirting with you- ignore them please, their twats” he told me fluffing with my hair now. “You said their not how people say they are” I folded my arms with a pout almost smiling “eh depends who you listen to, but I’m not going to stand for them doing nothing to you” “let them be I can handle my self” i clutched rafes hand for a second before making my way out.

The boys were already outside on the boat sitting on the sofas at the back. Rafe dragged his heels next to me “our saviour is back” topper yelled at us. “Uh huh” I laughed at him shaking my head. “You boat is well fancy” kelce looked up at me, he was sprawled out over the seats. “Well then I guess I shouldn’t be allowed to drive because I’ve only done it once”. Rafe chuckled behind me. “I’ll come help” “yeah me too” topper jumped up and started to climb the stairs to the wheel. Me and Rafe followed after him.

“Here” I threw the keys to topper and his eyes glowed when plugging them in. “Take it out often?” He asked starting up and steering it away from my house. “Um- I’ve been out on it twice my parents aren’t here much to show me how to use it”

“They still travel every three months?” Rafe asked me pulling a face “no- it’s every two now they open another branch somewhere” I shrugged rolling my eyes. I’d never been a fan of their job that’s why I was at rafes most of my childhood. “So what you two grew up together and then fell out and made up in detention?” Topper looked at me with a smirk in the mirror.

“No- no we never fell out” I jumped quickly, Rafe nodded his head agreeing. “Just drifted, but we can make up for lost time” Rafe qouted me and looked into my eyes. “If you play your cards right Cameron”. Topper laughed and I’m pretty sure rafe got a bit of a red tinge on his face. “He’s not used to having girls talk to him like that” topper explained in a hushed voice. “Im only joking, we have a lot of time to make up for huh”

Rafe nodded his head. “Well I’m glad rafe is going to have you around a lot” he winked at me. topper drove for most of it and then kelce swapped with him a little later on. Rafe wasn’t joking when he said he wouldn’t leave my side, not that I was complaining. we stopped the boat in the middle of nowhere particular. “Rafe come help me with something” I asked when we got to the bottom of the stairs. He nodded and kelce went to join the group. I took Rafe into the kitchen and opened one of the cupboards full of alcohol.

“There should be Pepsi in the fridge” I pointed him in the direction and took out two bottles of vodka. “On a Thursday night? Y/n you rebel” rafe giggled childishly. I found plastic cups too “score” I threw them at him. Rafe caught them wiggling his eyebrows. “Idiot” I laughed leaving the kitchen in a flash.

When I walked round to the sofas the boys all had hearts in there eyes glaring at my stash. “Christmas came early boys” Rafe put the coke down. He wrapped an arm round my waist when walking past to make sure I sat down with him. My heart did backflips.

Yes. I had a fat crush on rafe when we were younger but we where like ten years old. Still, my feelings for the boy were coming back and fast. Obviously they weren’t exactly the same as my age ten ones, because right now I just wanted to smash our faces together.

“Your my new favourite girl” topper reached for the vodka, drinking it straight. “I honestly never thought you were the type y/n” Rick smiled my way “neither did I” I shrugged half laughing. “Your invited anytime” kelce told me pouring a cup full. Rafe took it next and poured two, passing me one. “Thanks” I nodded with a shine. It didn’t take long for all of us to get drunk the bottles went pretty quickly just like the light.

The darkness was nicer, though it did start to get cold. “Y/n tell me something” Tony moved to sit next to me. My head was spinning when I looked at him. “Yuh huh” i nodded “why do you hang out with the nerds when your clearly one of us- your fun- pretty, too pretty to be a nerd”

“Tony dropping game” top blurted out bursting with laughter. “Uh- their my friends” I answered with a shrug “Tony back off yeah- your drunk” “we’re all drunk rafe, and there’s bedrooms down there if y/n is interested and drunk too” he leaned in close to me. “I said back the fuck off” Rafe raised his voice standing up. It was like he sobered up in two seconds to defend me. “Is she yours Rafe? Didn’t think so”

“can we not guys” I tried to get in between them “uh no but Rafe invited her so” Rick pointed out with wide eyes nodding staring into the air. Rafe didn’t take his glare off Tony. “Calm down Rafe, it wouldn’t mean anything” Tony laughed but that pisser him off more. “You think that’s better?” Rafe went to step forward. “Since when do you care about that’s shit” he rawed at rafe with laughter. “Don’t fucking test me”

He went to grab him but I put my hand up blocking it. “Rafe!” I snapped to get his attention “come and get some blankets with me I’m cold” I asked him so he could go and cool off. He immediately scowled at Tony and pulled me towards his body by my hip to walk us off to get blankets. “You need to calm down” I rubbed his hand before we descended down the stairs to get to my bedroom.

“Sit down” I pointed to the double bed in the middle of the room. And he did. I came to stand in front of him “are you okay?” “Are you?” He asked me before answering himself. “Yeah he’s just drunk I can handle it”, Rafe shook his head “no he took it too far” “maybe, but it’s just the vodka talking”. Rafe wrapped his arms around my hips and laid his head on my stomach. My legs gave way and I fell into his lap after a few seconds. But I wasn’t complaining and by the look of Rafes face, he wasn’t either.

“He was right though rafe” my eyes hit the floor but he pushed my chin back up. “Why are you getting so defensive it’s just little old me- you don’t care usually- unless that’s just rumours?” I asked him biting my lip. “…no- no your right, I don’t usually care about fucking girls or when they flirt with girls” Rafe nodded at me. “Right” I sniffed looking at him sadly. “I feel things for you y/n- it all came back so fast, talking to you- holding you it made me feel like I was ten again” he told me staring into my eyes.

“Rafe- what are you saying” “I’m saying I don’t want to be apart anymore” he winced shaking his head slightly. I didn’t know what to say, he felt exactly the same way I felt. Our story was supposed to have that break so we could reconnect and realise how much we missed each other. My hand landed on his face, he looked rather confused that I had not said anything to him yet. I stroked his cheek before leaning in to kiss him.

He was soft with me, not like how I imagined Rafe to be. But it wasn’t long before he had laid me on the bed and laid on top of me kissing me back more hastily. I ran my fingers through his hair before we both came up for air. “Well y/n- what are you saying?” He whispered hushed. “I’m saying- I want to try this, we have a connection and I don’t want to lose you ever again rafe”

“You won’t- your mine” he smiled widely planting kisses all over my face.

I giggled still underneath him. “Shall we go back up” “what so you can warn them off me” I laughed jokingly but Rafe just looked at me with raised eyebrows. He wasn’t joking. “Rafe i didn’t entertain none of it” “you don’t understand how jelous I was- am, that they think they can treat you like that”. I smiled stroking his face again.

“Just Trust me, Im yours”

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spookymultimedia · 3 years ago

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Yippie 😐

Short fic of Colin Robinson coming out as a demiboy to Laszlo and Nadja. Also a happy surprise at the end 👀

CW: Nandor describes a time he was called the F word in a derogatory way

"What is this about?" Nadja asked flatly.

"Colin Robinson told me that he had something to important to tell us." Laszlo responded.

"This better be important. If you roll us the Rick again I'm going to roll you off of a roof."

Colin sat at on couch in between Laszlo and Nadja with his laptop out to get the resources he would need to explain this all to them. "I'll try to keep it brief. I mean it."

"Shouldn't Nandor be here as well?" Nadja asked.

"I already told him about this. I had to make it more simple for him to understand. He got the message though."

Colin Robinson pulled up the little info graphic about nonbinary genders.

"Nonbinary?" Nadja read curiously, she adjusted her small glasses and leaned into his screen.

"Yeah, um, you heard of genderqueer?"

"Yeah," Laszlo nodded with a smile,"Those androgynous looking vampires."

"Well not just vampires, humans and parahumans alike. It's not just looking androgynous its who they are internally. It's an internal experience."

"Oh?" Nadja piped up.

"So uh what does this have to do with nonbinary?" Laszlo asked.

"Nonbinary folks are those that don't identify as or limit themselves to being a woman or man."

"Oh like Nandor." Nadja smiled.

"Yea- what?" Colin looked at her confused.

"He doesn't understand western concepts of gender. He rejects it completely."

"I mean he's still a man right?"

"Not by western standards but yes."

"Oh um, not exactly. Uh, I don't know." Colin shook its head. "Okay. Um. The Baron. He's sexless but not genderless yeah?"

They both nodded at it.

"He's a man but it's not because of his sex it's because it's his identity."

"He's androgynous," Laszlo commented.

"Yeah but he's still a man. He's not nonbinary. Or at least not to my knowledge."

"Yeah he's an androgynous fellow."

"Yeah. How he presents doesn't determine his gender."

"Colin get to the bloody point!" Nadja complained.

"I'm nonbinary." He squeaked out.

They both blinked at him.

"But you don't look androgynous." Nadja said innocently.

"Well I don't want to look androgynous, I'm comfortable presenting like a man. I quite like it."

"Oh." Nadja blinked.

"I'm a demiboy, specifically."

"How does that work??" She asked.

"I don't feel completely like a man?? I'm kinda like a guy but I'm not completely sure I'm a guy. I'm just kind of a guy and kind of just this weird creature. I can't relate with the experiences most men feel in their masculinity. I feel- I feel a little feminine sometimes."

"You feel girly?" Laszlo asked.

"A little."

"Do you want to wear a little makeup?" Nadja asked. Colin smiled coyly.

"Maybe." He smiled.

"Finally I get to give you a makeover!!" She hugged it. He tensed a little, "I said makeup not makeover calm your tits!"

"So your not a man?"

"I'm a man but its uh- I'm vaguely a man."

"Oh." Laszlo nodded, "so should I stop calling you he??"

"No he is fine but uh, I would like if you could also call me by it."

"It?? Like some kind of bug?" Nadja asked.

"Uh, yeah. Exactly." Colin nodded.

"What about she?"

"Uh, no." He shook its head.

"Okay." She nodded.

Nandor walked past them, "Oh, did it tel you?"

"Yeah, it told us." Nadja nodded. "What did it tell you?" Laszlo asked.

"To call it by it, its, itself as well as he/him/him. The english language is so cluttered. The farsi language doesn't have these different pronouns. There's only one pronoun. It's much easier."

"Then why did you forget the language?" Colin asked. Nandor shrugged at it.

"I was forced into the English language against my will when I came to America. No choice. Sad really."

"Nandor are you a man?' Colin asked.

"Yes but some fucking guy at a gas station would disagree."

"Oh?"

"Yes. He tugged my hair and called me a fag. So I ate him. I don't know what a fag is but it sounds like frog so I don't like it."

"How dare he touch your hair." Laszlo nodded.

"No one touches my hair without my permission and lives." He milled out of the lives room.

"So, Colin, do you want me to refer to you as something rather than just boyfriend?"

"Oh. Um I don't know what did you have in mind?"

"Babygirl?'

Colin giggled, "Yeah sure."

Laszlo slipped off the couch and got on his knees. Colin set its laptop on the table to look at him. "What are you-"

"Might I call you my wife?" Laszlo took its hands and glanced up at his face. Colin looked at his boyfriend surprised.

"Like, like a guy wife?"

"Yeah. My guy wife." He smoothed his hands. "I don't want to be married to you officially. Hell I won't dare bound Nadja to me legally. That's horrific. You saw what happened to Marwa. It blinked, "Who?"

"I- nevermind that. I just- I want to call you my wife. I want to be your husband." He caressed his hands. It glanced over at Nadja who had the biggest smile. "It's okay. I'm completely accepting of this."

"Yeah, you can call me your wife." Colin noded started to cry. Laszlo laughed out happily and hugged its waist and pulled him close. It moved to the edge of the couch and wrapped his arms around his neck. Nadja was clapping at them and trying not to cry. Colin looked down at Laszlo, who looked up at it. It tipped its head and went in for a kiss. Laszlo kissed his wife back tenderly.

"Nandor!!" Nadja screeched.

"What!!??" Nandor popped in annoyed.

"Colin is Laszlo's guy wife."

"I thought you didn't believe in marriage."

"I'm not I just want to call it my wife and say that we're married. None of that bullshit legal shit."

"Fucking guy." Nandor mumbled and left the room.

Colin pulled out and kissed his cheek.

"I wish Guillermo was here." Colin's voice shook. Laszlo touched his cheek.

"He will come back. He always turns up my love."

" I don't think he will." It frowned.

"He will. He has to. We're family." He kissed its forehead. Colin helped Laszlo back to his feet. Laszlo walked up to Nadja and gave her a big kiss too. She kissed back energetically. He pulled out and looked at Colin and Nadja.

"My beautiful wives," He smiled proudly at them. That made Nadja finally relent and start to cry, she hugged Colin and Laszlo sat down and hugged it too. It was the happiest it had ever been. A moment like that would be better with Guillermo there.

#what we do in the shadows #wwdits fanfiction #wwdits fanfic #nadja cravensworth #nadja of antipaxos #colin robinson #laszlin #laszlo cravensworth #nandor the relentless #guillermo de la cruz #<- mention #nonbinary #demiboy

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didnt-want-to-be-a-halfblood · 4 years ago

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Will: alright, who told Nico about Tumblr?

Austin: oh! That was me. I'm trying to catch him up on the latest in social media. You know he barely knows any memes at all?

Kayla: didn't even know about Spongebob, poor thing

Will: well congratulations. You've created a monster. This morning he made a joke about shoving breadsticks in his purse

Kayla: wow that's an old one

Austin: cut him some slack. He's just catching up

Nico, entering the cabin: hello Apollo Cabin (derogatory)

Will:

Austin:

Kayla:

Nico: or should i say... h-hewwo? Mr. Obama? Hewwo?

Will:

Austin:

Kayla: ...you're doing great, Nico!

Nico: thanks i hate it!

Nico, smiling: But really, i think im getting the hang of the meme thing now! I've been practicing and it seems to make people happy.

Nico: i mean... Everyone at camp half-blood wishes to know me carnally.

Will:

Will: austin I'm going to kill you

Nico: oh! I'm always a slut for murder UwU

Will [crying]: did u just... uwu

Nico: oh shoot. Was i supposed to do the rawr first?

Nico: rawr <3 UwU

Will: i...

Nico: it means... i love you in dinosaur? :) Right? Am I doing it right? Will?

Will *actively trying to strangle Austin while Kayla holds him back*: yes, you're doing great, Nico. I love you so much babe

Nico: that's gay ;)

Nico: now if you excuse me im gonna go Rick Roll the Ares cabin. Oh and I want to try one of those nose boops I've heard so much about, where u touch someone's nose and go "boop!" The 21st century is so weird!

Will *giving up on violence, openly weeping into Austin's shoulder*: he's gonna get himself killed

#nico di angelo #pjo #will solace #percy jackson #toa #hoo #kayla knowles #austin lake

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dorianwolfforest · 3 years ago

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Aideen: Hey bestie (derogatory), so I know you get bored in here, so I got you a gift

Jon: pleasegodno

Aideen: Please god YES! Anyways this TV plays Rick Astley's Never Gonna Give You Up in random time intervals so you never know when he strikes again

Jon, 20 years later: Yeah no me and Aideen are on great terms, we're super tight, she's just, you know, i'm not really needed in heaven rn so i stay down here to help the druids-

MC: is that a fucking crt tv?

Jon, a single tear rolling down his cheek: He truly never does give me up

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zannolin · 4 years ago

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............. d.

did you................... did you just. rickroll me with a passerine animatic.

[insert meme of that wide-eyed cat that is being held down with a hand] YOU.

i think you know who this is. i think you know exactly who this is. *fist clench* you are so sick. you are never seeing the pearly gates. i may have just stared incredulously at my screen when it ended like a fool (like an absolute, jingling fool), but my heart is now pitter-pattering rapidly with pure unadulterated rage like some sort of silly little rabbit with a thirst for vengeance. it makes it so much worse that your art is so beautiful (derogatory).

i am jack manifold and you are my tommyinnit. i am going to so cartoonishly drop a grand piano on you one day. if you see a trail of crimebois fic recommendations, i advise you to follow it. there is definitely not a cardboard box propped open with a stick at the end of it. i have entered my doofenshmirtz era, and you are perry the platypus. zannolin (derogatory)

*spins around in my desk chair holding my cat like simba because he won’t sit still for me to stroke ominously and cackles* hello again

what’s most amusing about this is i wasn’t even trying to rick roll on purpose i just needed something to play over it instead of the actual audio because i want to keep it a surprise and that happened to be on my playlist. the reactions have been priceless thus far.

also you might long for the rick roll when you have to see the full thing....

anyways thank you for this i was howling with laughter for five solid minutes upon reading it; i simply cannot get over the “zannolin (derogatory)” and “i am jack manifold and you are my tommyinnit”. everything you say is copypasta worthy and i hope you know that.

#answered asks #passerine anon #for context i posted an animatic snippet to twt but with rick roll audio #and it was fucking hilarious i might add #anonymous

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set-in-stardust · 3 years ago

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hi!!!

today feels like a good day (: hopefully yours is going to be good as well (:

i feel very gender today despite all hell manifesting yesterday (periods /derogatory), i got a whole 9 hours of sleep, and i just learned i'm going to an ajr concert in may :D

the secret fools fic is amazing by the way! i absolutely loved reading it; some parts had me laughing out loud, and it was just a sweet little oneshot that i'll definitely be coming back to reread again! it's so well written- how in the world did you do it so quickly??

i feel like throughout the day the other hermits just started straggling along in the bushes, just.. not even being discreet because mumbo and grian wouldn't notice. if allowed maybe i could submit an ask with a little short from another hermit's pov? i don't have an ao3 acc so i couldn't do it on there,,

also bm and apollo- how dare you /lh. i just had to read the entirety of the lyrics of never gonna give you up worked into a fic? i'm honestly sad i recognized the song from the first paragraph. this is a travesty. it's horrible and it's beautiful. i love it and i want to forget it. this is the first time i've been successfully rick-rolled.

~☁️

omg have fun at the AJR concert!!! i remember waking up early to listen to neotheater when it came out lmfao

AND OMFG YES YES YES OFC U CAN SUBMIT A SHORT FROM ANOTHER POV!! that'd be hilarious omfg yes please do!!

and i cant believe it. i went from rick-rolling my whole school in 7th grade to this. unbelievable

#bmanons #bmanswers #☁️ anon

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doodlemeimpressed · 4 years ago

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rae (derogatory) is my new favorite tag i am GIGGLING SO MUCH IT WOKE THE CAT

you're just going to lure me in with a false sense of thirst and then RICK ROLL ME? IN TEXT??? i cannot BELIEVE THIS.

#i thot u were gonna be like ''i want to h*ld eddie's h*nd'' or ''i want to t*uck ryder into b*d'' sMH #ask #trashbaget

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belphegor1982 · 5 years ago

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I'm just imagining a cross-over of two of your interests - Bertie Wooster hanging out with Jonathan Carnahan. I think they would get along well!

(BERTIE AND THE CARNAHAN SIBS WOULD BE BUDS. More on that later.)

I’d heard of Jeeves and Wooster a bit but never really got into it until last summer, when I basically fell in love with Bertie Wooster, and since The Mummy is one of those few fandoms that’s always in the back of my mind just waiting for an excuse for me to fall back in, I realised at some point that the characters of both fandoms are pretty close in age, or at least the same generation. (And then TM/TMR took over my brain and I put Wodehouse aside for a while.) Evelyn must be about 25 in the first film; there’s 8 years between Rachel Weisz and John Hannah, and she’s two years younger than Brendan Fraser, so in my head the characters’ ages in the first film go thus: Evy, 25; Rick, 27; Jon, 31 (because a 5/6 years’ difference is more fun to play with than 8 years). Which would make Bertie exactly Rick’s age and (again, in my head), Jeeves 6 years older than Bertie.

I was just throwing ideas together and summing up what might come out as vignettes one day in different characters’ points of view, but it got long, so I’m putting it under a cut ^^’ It’s mostly headcanon stuff, anyway.

So. The Carnahans are a moderately respectable family, even if a lot of the upper crust turned their backs on John Carnahan once he married Salwa al-Masri, and Jonathan and Evelyn (respectively 13 and 7) are deemed suitable playmates for 9 year old Bertie Wooster. Bertie is a little baffled by the tiny force of nature that is Evelyn Carnahan, who despite being a tiny slip of a girl with lots of curly hair walks with purpose and self-confidence. (And she can read almost better than he does.) They have themselves a little adventure, and the sibs conclude that Bertie Wooster is a good fellow. As for Bertie, he’s also looking forward to further lessons in picking locks, climbing down drainpipes, and other exciting endeavours Jonathan seems to know a lot about.

At some point he hears Aunt Agatha make… derogatory comments about the siblings and especially their mother, who is a very nice lady, and resolves to keep being friends, because aunts can in fact be wrong, no matter how scary they are.

When Bertie’s parents die, the siblings find a muted sunshine beam that doesn’t look like their Bertie. Jonathan sets out to cheer him up with Shenanigans, and before they know it all three have taken a tumble into the duck pond of Brinkley Court. It’s a warm summer, so they lie on the grass and wait for their clothes to dry, and Evy talks about Duat and the Weighing of Souls while the boys listen. It sounds beautiful and terrible and probably shouldn’t make Bertie feel better, but it does, a bit. Aunt Dahlia is a little horrified at the state of their clothes, though.

Bertie attends Eton, with Jonathan a few years above him, so they don’t actually see much of each other at school. When the war rolls in, Jonathan doesn’t enlist right away (he tries to finish his degree first - and fails) and so spends almost two years (early 1917 to late 1918) on the Western Front. Bertie, as expected of a young man of his class and education, joins up as soon as he turns 18, but just before he’s deployed he’s hit by the Spanish Flu and spends the last months of the war recuperating and stationed in the South of England. He and the Carnahans write to each other as regularly as they can.

When Evy’s and Jonathan’s parents die in a plane crash, they receive a long letter from Bertie. A lot of words are crossed out and corrected, and it’s meandering and sometimes a little nonsensical, but unlike most letters of condolences they received so far it was plainly written by someone who is 1) kind to the very core of his being, and 2) intimately familiar with that kind of grief.

At some point, Aunt Dahlia reasons that since Bertie and the Carnahan girl get along so well, she might make a fine match, and she tries to push them together. Bertie is awkward and low-key terrified, Evy is nerdy and nervous and absolutely unwilling to seriously consider marrying anyone. She ends up swearing solemnly that she’ll never marry Bertie, which he is considerably relieved about, and they part as friends before she and Jonathan leave for Egypt.

But where is Jeeves, you may ask? Well, he enters the picture just after the above paragraph. Which means that one day, a few months after the events of TM, Bertie tells Jeeves about this childhood friend of his who just got married to an American fellow and will be coming for tea to introduce him to Bertie, along with her brother, simply spiffing people, really, can’t wait for you to meet them, old thing.

…Jeeves is not impressed. Mrs O’Connell seems agreeable enough, prim and proper and quite an authority in her field, but her husband’s tie is a little too loose and it’s clear he has no idea how to wear a suit properly. As for her brother, he’s a foppish cad who makes Jeeves itch to count the silver spoons the second he walks out the door.

Evy, recognising a fellow scholar from unlikely background, had a splendid time talking with him and Bertie, but Rick and Jonathan think Jeeves is stuffy and snobbish.

I think they’re all going to have a little adventure together, possibly with a slight supernatural twist, which will make everyone reconsider bad first impressions:

• From Jeeves’ perspective, Mr O’Connell clearly has more common sense than most of Mr Wooster’s friends and family, which is a refreshing change. As for his deplorable fashion sense (or lack thereof), allowances may be made considering the man’s history. (Though Jeeves privately thinks Mr O’Connell might benefit from having a proper gentleman’s gentleman to guide him down the path of sartorial competence.)

• Jeeves also mellows a little with regard to the Carnahan siblings, especially Jonathan (because he and Evelyn actually got on well enough). It’s transparent that both of them are genuinely fond of Mr Wooster, just as much as he is of them, and - unlike a number of his acquaintances - are just as quick to defend him and come to his rescue as they are to put him into what he calls “the soup” in the first place.

• It’s also what endears Jeeves to Evy and Jonathan, actually: the lengths this frightfully intelligent man is willing to go to protect the young master and make his life pleasant. They’re both familiar with the concept of service in a way Rick isn’t, and they recognise how Jeeves excels at his job.

• Plus (personal headcanon here) Jonathan, not being adverse to putting the occasional toe - or foot - or his entire person - out of what is legal for two chaps to do together, didn’t miss the way Bertie’s eyes shine when Jeeves is in sight like he’s never seen them shine, how enthusiastic his descriptions of Jeeves’ brilliance, how he’s splendid and grand and a paragon and such a perfect gentleman’s gentleman. Whether Jeeves returns the sentiment, Jonathan has no idea, but he hopes so. Call him sentimental.

• (Rick also noticed, and he’s fairly sure Jeeves does return the sentiment. Not because he knows Bertie, or Jeeves for that matter, but because he saw enough of the world to know what love looks like. He doesn’t say anything, though, because it’s none of his damn business.)

So that’s it for the mo’! I wrote about 800 words of the first vignette, from Bertie’s PoV, before my mind focused on TM and its characters almost exclusively and I lost what little of Wodehouse style I had. Here’s the first paragraph, for anyone still reading this :o)

I don’t know what it is about getting on in years, but I find as they pass that one tends to look back on one’s childhood days with a somewhat fonder eye than one experienced while actually living them. St Whatsit’s summer, halcyon days, as the Bard wrote. Not that I have reached the point my nieces, if ever they should set foot in old Blighty again, might start calling me “aged relative”, as I am sometimes wont to greet my dear old aunt Dahlia with, but some of the misadventures of my mildly misspent youth do seem a lot funnier now than they did at the time. I suppose it’s the same for any and all misadventures, really, since faithful readers might recall that some of the more recent situations this Wooster found himself in are far more ridiculous than letting oneself be trussed up and mock-mummified.

Promising, what? :D Hope I can make something of it.

Thank you for giving me an excuse to be ridiculously wordy ♥

#the mummy #the mummy films #jeeves and wooster #ask reply #Mummy headcanons #sammysdewysensitiveeyes

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mercyprevaild · 2 years ago

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‘ protec, attac ‘ - @sacrificesmade

Life within the prison gates is peaceful. Generally. But every now and then, things get a little testy between the newest occupants. Life may be relatively peaceful but they must work hard and together, and the summer heat brings a certain irritability that's not easy to shrug off.

More often than not, any disputes or minor arguments are quick to resolve on their own. But more than once, Rick or Shane have naturally stepped in to intervene when things get a little too heated. Rick draws the shirt straw this time around, it also happens to take place within earshot of the gardens where he's been hard working the field.

The argument he steps into is between two men over a misplaced personal item. It's really nothing major, not nearly worth all the pent up aggression, and Rick says as much in less friendly words to the guy who thinks getting in the ex-sheriff's face is the brightest idea. A plethora of insults and derogatory words are thrown Rick's way, drawing every damn pair of eyes from across the prison courtyard. Before Rick can diffuse the situation, it spirals right out of control when Shane appears like a raging storm on an otherwise sunny day.

It happens so fast that one minute, Rick's chest to chest with the asshole from the other cellblock and the very next, said asshole is laying flat on his back holding his nose as blood spills from both nostrils. Shane is standing over the sorry son of a bitch, fist raised, the other curled tight in the man's shirt. If Rick didn't lunge for him, that guy would be seeing stars soon enough.

"Goddamn it-- Shane, enough!" What Rick lacks in pure muscle mass, he makes up for in authority as he shoves Shane back. One step, two, five, until Rick's content with the distance he puts between Shane and the guy on the ground who is eating up the attention from his friends who flock to his side. Blue eyes roll from the increasingly dramatic scene unfolding to their right and land on Shane to glare and scold his lover.

"What the hell was that?"

Despite the rage on his face, Rick is trying to deal with opposing feeling rising up inside him. Shane's overly protective nature is nothing new, not to Rick. It's always been a constant in their friendship and now romance. And as frustrated as he is, teeth bared and brow furrowed and hands clenched at his sides, his heart is pounding and cheeks fushed pink for a different reason entirely.

"What were you thinking?"

#lmao these two #sacrificesmade #✪. answered

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I posted 30 times in 2022

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#imagines - 23 posts

#writing - 22 posts

#short storys - 22 posts

#outer banks - 12 posts

#rafe cameron - 11 posts

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#rafe cameron x kook!reader

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I’m yours (w rafe Cameron)

Pairing- Rafe cmon x you

Summary- You and Rafe haven’t spoken in years. Now your left alone in a class room together. Can you rekindle your friendship, or better?

Series- Outer banks

Warning’s- alcohol abuse, derogatory terms said in a drunk state, kissing. Protective rafe❤️

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We were in our last year and Rafe was popular now I just stuck with my three friends. Didn’t socialise with many other people and I hadn’t spoken to Rafe in what felt like decades.

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85 notes - Posted October 5, 2022

Locked in

Y/n and theo get locked in a cupboard. They hate each other, well they put it off that way. but when he finds out she’s scared of small spaces something changes. He can’t pretend anymore.

Pairing: theo raeken x you

- series: teen wolf

- warnings: kissing, main character has a fear of small spaces

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“Can I do it with someone else” Theo rolled his eyes, complaining lowly to Scott. But he just raised his brow at the boy. “I can here you dumb ass!” You hinted from the sofa with a screwed up face. Theo turned to you and gave you a fake smiled not caring.

“No, I think you guys have something to chat about” “we have…! -nothing to chat about” you stood up calming down when you realised who you were talking to…your alpha.

“Y/n your gonna have to deal with it” Scott shrugged gently. Liam pulled me away while everyone was leaving your house after the meeting. “what is it with you and Theo?” He questioned quietly. “I just- nothing I just…” “you just what” Liam repeated slowly.

“I just don’t need anymore complications in this life” “complications?” “I don’t trust him enough” you apply. In truth you didn’t trust him. But it was for a completely different reason. You thought he was hot- too hot there was something strange about the boy.

“Y/n hurry up!” Theo shouted walking out the door in a rush. “And he’s annoying” your eyes rolled with annoyance. You left Liam standing there confused and wanting to know more.

You run out in to the road to get to his car not looking where your going as you looked back at Liam standing alone. “Y/N” theo practically screamed. From out of no where you were knocked on the ground and he was on top of you. For a few seconds you hesitate, looking around at what happened seeing the shiny blue car pass you with utter speed and noise. Red started up in your face.

“What the hell are you doing walking out in to a road!” Theo uproariously unloaded staring down with his handsome face, it distracted you. “You literally could have been killed!” “Are you listening?!” His eyes fluttered from disbelief. “You can get off of me now” you calmly told him looking up at his face immediately close. Theo stuttered and muttered some words that didn’t make sense before climbing off your body.

He didn’t bother helping you up just trudged over to his car across the road. “I- thank you Theo” you whispered getting in the other side finally making it to the car. “yeah- what ever” “no seriously- I’m human I could have died” You state looking at him. Theo didn’t reply, he hit the gas and the car started moving. The car Journey to the school was awkward and silent, you moved your lips to say something but nothing came to mind.

The night was dark and looking out side was the only pass of time. “You- cold?” Theo wondered asking me softly for a change. “no your fine” you replied looking at him again while he was half hanging out the window. It was such a Theo thing. Everytime we were in the car his car window was wide open and one hand was holding the roof. I don’t know what is was but it was just Theo’s thing.

“We’re here now” theo nodded toward the entrance. Swiftly he parked up and you both got out. “What is it we need” theo asked me after breaking a window to go through. You watch as the glass noisily shattered across the floor next to your feet. “The triskelion that Derek hid in here” you told him climbing through with precautions. Theo put his hand out and hesitantly you took it, he pulled you through gently and let you jump down to him off the table.

Almost like a gentleman. “Thanks but i can really do it my self” you told him backing away feeling awkward that he was being nice for a change. What was with his mood swings.Theo’s face turned instantly and that was it for conversation until we reached a cupboard. “This one?” He asked not looking at me. “I don’t know do i- maybe”. Theo deeply inhaled bowing his head. “Alright maybe we do need to chat” he turned around starring me dead in the eyes.

“We do?” You asked raising your eyebrow. “Yeah, I mean don’t you wanna sort this out” “do you?” “I wanna know why you don’t trust me- I mean I know my back history but I’ve done everything possible to prove my self to you and your pack” “this could be happening while we’re looking I don’t need you to explain why you hate me…right now anyway” you pass the boy go to pull open the cupboard.

“Isn’t this what Scott wanted us to do?” He wondered before noticing It was locked. Theo discarded the conversation and pulled the handle once and broke the lock letting the door swung open. You check inside on tip toes from your position knowing you wouldn’t like it in there, after all it was quite small. You stepped in wearily checking the light but it wouldn’t turn on. So you resorted to your phone. You hear theo come in behind you and the space automatically gets smaller. Your chest starts to feel tight.

“You could try another cupboard” you stated in hope and out of disorientation. “are you okay? Your shaking y/n” “I’m fine!” You kind of shout but then a loud bang came from down the hall way. Theo looked out to see what it was just peeking but shot back in. “ berserkers” he whispered worriedly. “How many” “too many” he peered again while slowly closing the door.

“No theo don’t” you rush to the broken handle. “Are you crazy- you can’t go out there they will rip you to shreds” he hissed holding me back. Hands on my body like you’d never imagined, one on your hip and one on your back. Or maybe you had pictured it before. Focusing on that worked… for a couple of seconds “y/n what’s wrong!” Theo asked desperately demanding I tell him.

“I don’t- like small spaces” your eyes shut and head rested on his chest embarrassment flooded your cheeks. Flashbacks of being locked in a cupboard came back whipping my brain. “…Y/n listen to me, I don’t hate you- you frustrate me all the time but that’s because I won’t admit it- or maybe I frustrate my self with you”

“Admit what” you ask Turning away from him pacing and putting your hands through your hair breathing in and out. “Admit that I like you” he whispered in the corner not taking his gorgeous eyes off you for a split second. “What- I- i your just- why are you doing this now” “I’m distracting you with the truth” theo walked towards you “I’m distracting you” he repeated softly. His hands stroked your face and he gathered a grip.

His head dipped down towards you and the world did float away along with the pain of the room when your lips met. His hand softly cupped your face and ran through your silky hair when he pulled away. “Well I think I need more distracting” you told him smiling for the first time and not letting go of him. His hands pulled you up and your legs wrapped around his waist excitedly and your back hit the stone wall.

Your hands gripped his soft hair and you both were distracted… for a while. Eventually theo moved you both and you hit the stand with all the boxes making slight noise. “Something is poking me” you pull away for a second trying to grab it. Pulling it out eventually you held it up decoding what it was. “Huh” “what” theo whispered looking at you not the object.

“Found the Triskelion” you smiled bluntly. Theo dropped you on the floor carefully with smirking lips and tucking a bit of hair behind your ear then slowly marched over to the door. It wouldn’t open. “Theo please don’t say it” You started panicking again. The walls closed in. Your body slid down the pole as you sat on the cool dirty school floor.

“Y/n Im gonna get us out of here okay, just breath” “I can’t -breath” “you just have to focus- focus on one think like- like my voice” he suggested. “Then keep talking” you prompt. “You keep talking to me- you tell me why your scared of small spaces” theo asked.

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118 notes - Posted September 20, 2022

First impressions

-pairing: Rafe Cameron and reader

-warnings: kissing, drinking, mentions of fighting and probably some swearing in there too.

-summery: you want rafe to create a good impression on your parents at midsummers, because you where both using it as your coming out party. But the whole night goes to shit and Rafe apologies to you for it. For the first time ever.

-series: outer banks xx

- requests are open <;3

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“You sure your ready?” Rafe paused at a halt before we reached the stairs. His arm fell to my waist gently, as we stopped for me to breathe softly and nervously with my hand on my chest. “I’m fine I’m fine- tonight’s just important” my lips curved into a delicate smile when I looked into my boyfriends sparkling eyes. He looked so cute in his tux, matching them baby bules. “I know it is, our coming out party huh”

“yes, yes it is so please promise me no stupid shit rafe” I fluttered my eyes at him running my hands down his collar moving our body’s closer. “I promise, now are you going to introduce me to your parents”. Rafe waved past my instructions hardly listening to that part. I eyed him with seriousness, knowing how he was. “Because last time you promised me… you still went and did stupid shit”

“y/n I won’t mess this up, it’s midsummers” he caught my hand lifting it up to kiss while looking into my eyes. “So charming” “only for you” Rafe put his arm out to me and I grasped it feeling the nerves slip away. He made me feel safe he was the only person who could, right now as I snuggled into his arm I didn’t even need to try and put on a brave face.

I knew as soon as I walked in, on Rafe Camerons arm every girl in there would be jealous of me. And every boy would be jealous of Rafe. Every head would turn and every jaw would drop. “Y/n you look lovely” rose smiled rubbing my arm as we arrived in the club. “so do you I love your head piece!” I stared amazed, but not letting go of Rafe at all. “So this is your secret girlfriend then” ward smiled putting his hand out to me.

“She was never a secret I just wanted you to meet properly because… y/n is important to me” Even when Sarah came to hug me I used one hand and cozied back up to Rafe straight after. “Never thought I’d see my brother getting all mushy over a girl” she whispered to me grinning “ohh.. he’s not the only one” i grinned up at the boy who’d now turned red. “Well… welcome to the family y/n anyone who can make my son blush must be special” ward nodded making me feel more than comfortable.

The music stopped as I was about to reply, but that was our cue. Ward and rose walked out first, then Wheezie and Sarah. Behind everyone me and Rafe walked out arm in arm. I couldn’t help but smiled as we did. I noticed my parents in the corner, I told them that I was walking in with my boyfriend. I noticed as my mum threw her arms around my dad in happiness watching me walk down with the Cameron’s. “You alright” Rafe whispered to me.

“Never been better” I turned to him as we stopped walking “even with with all the eyes?” Rafe waved his hands in the air jokingly. “Yeah you where right by me… I was fine” Rafe slightly grinned catching a strand of my hair that had fallen. He gently tucked it behind my ear “I can’t believe how beautiful you look tonight”. My eyes drifted over to my parents who where watching us.

“My parents keep letting there eyes wonder to us… you ready?” Rafe opened his mouth to say something to me but topper and kelce jumped over “Rafe! Rafe you will not believe who just got here” “who” he raised his eye brow, looking around “maybank” kelce grinned with all his teeth “I don’t think he was invited” Rafe chuckled to himself spotting JJ in the crowd “Rafe” i hushed taking his hand. “We gotta go get him man” topper slammed his cup on the nearby table.

“Yeah- yeah” Rafe nodded before looking at my hand then up at my face. “I’ll be back give me a few minutes” he told me trying to pull away “Rafe don’t do this you promised- you made a promise to me” I hissed at him feeling my eyes fill. He’d tried to follow the boys but I’d clung on to his hand holding it into my chest. “What if my parents see you chasing him” “go distract them I’ll be back give me a few minutes” Rafe told me not giving in.

I let go. Giving up, I sighed shaking my head and leaving him to it “sorry y/n” topper shouted as they made a run for it “we will bring him back in one piece” kelce jumped about. Rafe didn’t look back at me, I think he knew if he did it wouldn’t end good. I was tired of this stuff happening, time and time again. I didn’t think I could face my parents like this I tried to blink away the tears and Sarah caught me.

“Hey hey! What’s wrong” her hands flew to my shoulders, she fluffed out my hair making it hard for people to see my crying. “I don’t wanna start bitching to you about your own Brother” I shook my head calming my self down “ugh Rafe are you serious, he’s not worth these tears he’s not worth you ruining your beautiful face y/n” “he’s just- he doesn’t think things through he just goes and dose them” I breathed frantically. “Guess you better come and drink with me then… get your mind off it”

We grinned at each other and found the bar inside the club. The drinks and shots came fast and so did the drunk feeling. All of a sudden we feel a stampede of people running through the club. I saw JJ and then half a second later I saw Rafe at the front of the group chasing him. My eyes widened “fuck!” I hissed as I saw them go outside. “Y/N” Sarah shouted after me as I ran through the doors behind them. Everyone outside was staring at the racket completely gobsmacked.

“Y/n! Get down here” my father ordered scowling at me. “Dad…” i shook my head coming down the steps “was that Rafe Cameron I saw chasing JJ maybank” “I-.” Stuttering not know what to say I looked at them both. “Why is he causing a scene here” my mum hushed to me “because- no he’s not I-.” “I’m not sure Rafe Cameron is the best option for you currently” my mother said rubbing my arm “mum… please this is just one bad thing don’t let it get to you” “it’s a pretty big thing”.

“I know you like the Cameron’s.. I know that” I looked at them both in my drunk state almost crying again. “Just give him a chance” “why are you sticking up for him… he’s chasing JJ you like JJ” my dad told me sighing “please just- I want to go home I don’t feel well” I held my spinning head. My father held me up while my mum checked my eyes and everything. “I’m not on drugs!” I pushed her hands away hissing at them.

“Fine, you can go home darling we will see you when we get in” my mother rubbed my hair. “Um…Don’t tell rafe I left” I told them making my eyes wonder to the floor. “I love you both thank you” I smiled fake, before walking away. I ran out of the club and got a taxi straight home. I didn’t want to think about rafe he’d ruined my night and my parents had there first impression of him now. Which is what I was afraid of.

I laid in my bed watching the time tick. It turned one and my parents still where not back. I heard a tap on my window. It could have been the tree but something felt different, I slid off my bed and walked to the window. To my surprise rafe was crouched on the window seal. I rolled my eyes and started to walk away “y/n! Please I just want to talk” he shouted desperately. “Please”. I walked back with my arms folded. “Why should I rafe, you never listen to me” I argued with him. “I know! I know I know… I didn’t realise how much it hurt you y/n”

Rafe looked guilty he did, he looked sorry. And he’d never apologised for this before. So I opened the window. “Of course it hurts me! I’m just trying to look out for you and you throw it back in my face” I raised my voice slightly and didn’t realise till the end. I put my hands up and turned to go over to my bed “I’m not arguing with you rafe just- I can’t do this” I shook my head. “Y/n listen to me hold up hold up… I’m sorry for tonight I really am I don’t want to make you cry ever”

“Woah I wasn’t- crying” “yeah Sarah actually tried to fight me because you where crying so yeah… I think you where”. I roll my over on my bed looking at the wall not saying anything. “Y/n I promise I’ll make this up to you and to your parents- I don’t want to break up y/n I don’t”. I turned around confused. “Who said anything about breaking up” I frowned with a muddled face. “You just said- you can’t do this” rafes voice cracked, it broke my heart.

“I meant the argument- not the relationship” I half laughed but lunged over to hug him. Rafe hugged me back and I heard him sniff. “Rafe are you crying” I whispered into his neck. “I love you y/n” he shook his head with a smile. My face shot back immediately “what did you just say” “I said I love you, I’m in love with you and I don’t want to break up” “I love you too rafe… and I don’t want to break up either” I pulled his neck down hurriedly like he was about to vanish.

He giggled a second then kissed me passionately back showing me he felt the same. “I know my promises don’t mean a lot to you right now but… I promise you I’ll sort out my shit for you” he told me seriously. I pulled the cover over so Rafe could get into the covers. “Will you stay?” “Your parents…I-?” “You will have to apologise to them in the morning I guess”. Rafe nodded holding his arms out, I folded my self in between them.

“Yes. I will” he whispered kissing my head.

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123 notes - Posted August 5, 2022

It’s been a few years.

Paring/series - Damon Salvatore and you, the vampire diaries

Summary- you are badly wounded and have no other option than to go to the salvation mansion. Only thing is you have history with them boys. Especially Damon Salvatore. Did he miss you as much as you missed him?

Warnings- mention of blood and wounds, one kiss. One swear word🫢

Sorry I haven’t posted in a while GCSEs are happening! And I’ve had no ideassss…

I knocked on the Salvatore door with all force left before sliding down the oak leaving blood in a long pattern all the way to the floor. I gasped for breath several times but none came through my lungs.

What felt like hours later the door clicked open, an unfamiliar face appeared looking around and then her brown eyes fell upon my wounded body curled up on the door step.

“Is Damon in?” I choked out with the last of my strength.

The sweet girl scanned my body with worry and sadness then bending down to me after screaming Stefan’s name out. She pealed back the cloth off my biggest wound and her eyes widened.

“It’s okay- your going to be okay” she smiled comforting me, even though we’d never met and it was obvious she didn’t think that. Stefan hurried to the door searching for why the girl was distressed.

“Y/n?” He stuttered. Completely taken back by me being here.

“Help me bring her inside” she looked up at his shocked emerald eyes.

Stefan took a second to embrace the fact I’d turned up on his doorstep before scooping me in his arms like a spade with ease. I hadn’t seen the Salvatore’s In years. Years.

Stefan brought me up to a room and laid me on the bed “it’s a werewolf bite Stefan- she’s a vampire right?” The girl had her fingers in her mouth staring at the scene. At me.

“It’s okay we should have the cure downstairs, Elena watch her while I go and get some of Klaus’s blood” Stefan ordered though nicely. There was something between them even I could sense through all my pain.

The way they moved, spoke.

Elena took a seat next to me and clasped my hand with Hers. “Nice to meet you y/n, I’m Elena Gilbert” she twinkled crossing her legs next to me and shaking her gorgeous brown hair out her eyes.

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Stefan rushed down the stairs to find the cure in the millions of boxes in the basement but the boys were all out of Klaus’s blood. Stefan started to sweat not knowing what to do.

He climbed back up into the living room in time to watch Damon walking into the house through the front door holding a white car-board box.

“Damon… your back” Stefan rubbed his eye.

“Looks like it” he yawned walking up to his brother. Eyeing his bloody hands. “Trouble in paradise?” He wiggled his eyebrows trying to be funny. “Also why’s there blood on our front door”

“Not that kind of trouble but something has just happened”

Damon stared back confused before opening the box and pulling out a blood bag. His face looked unfazed. “Am I gonna care?” He lifted up his brow sarcastically pulling the bag every way to open it.

“Yes your going to care a lot- y/n is here” Stefan whispered to his older brother.

Damon looked back at Stefan in an instant dropping the ruby red blood bag onto the floor of their living room after only taking a sip. He switched on his vamp hearing to find me and sped all the way to his room where I was laying. Dying. Before Stefan could even get another word in to explain.

He stood in the doorway making eye contact with me but not doing anything. He was frozen to the core. Shock. Fear. Regret. Sadness. Just some of the things he felt when he saw me there in pain.

“Damon…” Elena whispered. His eye contact with me didn’t switch but he did walk towards me.

“What are you doing here lamb” his face softened and he came over to the other side of the bed slowly.

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Love at sea <3

Pairing- Rafe Cameron x you

Summary- Rafe is just your best friends annoying brother who’s always teasing you but your view of him is changed after you spend a whole day with him out at sea.

Warnings- kissing, mentions of sex and swearing.

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“You don’t look happy” Sarah rolled her eyes walking down to me with a smile on her face “oh i am.. don’t be silly” I hugged her with a fake smile on my face. We’ve been planning this for almost a month now, me and Sarah’s family were going to an island off the shore of the outer banks and I couldn’t wait to go. but then rafes plans changed and now he was coming with us. He’s always annoying me saying snarky little comments having a joke with me but his jokes are not funny. Just teasing me all the time. I couldn’t even consecrate if Rafe was in the room.

I couldn’t deny that he was hot. Because he was but he was so annoying! “Then turn your frown upside down, this is gonna be well fun” Sarah took one of my bags for me and we walked towards the boat. “Morning y/n” ward smiled helping me with my suitcase “good morning” I smiled back, Sarah disappeared on to the boat and Rafe came out looking me up and down with a grin “though I heard your voice” he stepped off the boat coming over to me. “You sound like a stalker” my lips formed a sarcastic smile.

Rafe chuckled and ward did too. “No it’s just really annoying so it stands out” “well suck it up big boy because your suck with me for two days” I winked about to walk past him. “Rafe grab the cooler it’s in the living room” ward asked his son nodding towards the house. When he walked past me his hand tucked some hair behind my ear and he whispered “wanna call me big boy again so I can call you my good girl?”. My face burnt up red as Rafe left my heart pounding against my my chest. Rose opened the window and shouted out to me “hey y/n, sorry to ask but can you also tell Rafe to bring my phone it’s on the side”

“I… will get it” I wasn’t too sure if my legs were gonna work but I managed to get them to jog down to the house. Rafe had the cooler in his hands looking down at his phone. He giggled as soon as he saw me walk through the door putting it in his back pocket. “come to take me up on my offer?” “You wish” my eyes rolled resisting ten urges to see where this teasing could get me “last chance babe” he followed me into the kitchen to get roses phone “what do you get out of this?” I turned asking him “a laugh” Rafe shrugged still staring at me. “I can’t believe I have to spend two days with you, who ever made you change your plans I hate them” “and what if it was you?” He asked as I walked past him.

I looked back at the man leaning against the wall, he licked his lips before standing up and swaying over to me “what are you talking about” my eyes narrowed “I heard you were coming along and changed the plans” “why” I took a step back expecting an answer. Rafe obviously didn’t give me one “let’s get going, places to go people to see” “questions to answer” I yelled after him. “Did I tell you you look hot today?” He waited at the door for me so he could lock it. “Your so full of shit” I rolled my eyes walking straight past him. Yet again.

A few minutes later we set off, I was no stranger to Sarah’s huge boat we often went on trips we were really close and I was close with her family too, I practically grew up with them but Rafe hardly spoke to me until this year. We stood up at the top talking and laughing for ages “I’m just going to the bathroom give me a sec” Sarah told me “actually I was gonna ask if you girls wanted to give it a go steering the boat” Rafe said from the steering wheel. “Yeah! You teach y/n till I’m back” Sarah nodded to me before running down the stairs. “Coming down or what?” Rafe smirked up at me.

“Are you still gonna be an ass or what” I clung on to the rail stepping down mimicking him. “That’s to be determined” rafe out his hand out “I can do it.. thanks” I reached the bottom sorting out my hair because of the wind, the steps down to the steering wheel didn’t have a rail and it seems I was scared of falling in to the sea, that was a problem. Rafe picked me up by my waist and put me down at the steering wheel. I slapped his hand off me staring at him “it would have taken you thirty years to get down them steps” Rafe took control of the wheel again looking out on to the sea.

“Beautiful thought isn’t it” I asked him, he turned around looking at me “yes she is” rafe looked me up and down then winked, I laughed slapping him again. “You trying this or what?” Rafe question nodding to the steering wheel “what if I crash the boat” “where?” He laughed looking out at the clear ocean “on- a shark or something” “your scared your gonna crash the boat… on a shark” Rafe lifted his eye brows up “or something” I reminded him “come here” his hand latched to my waist repeatedly and he pulled me in front of him holding my hands in place. His body right behind mine.

“Your not gonna crash” his stomach vibrated behind me with a laugh “so what were your original plans?” I asked him after a while of drowning in the awkward silence. “My plans was to go to tops party tonight and do lines and get drunk but I’d rather talk to you” “wow, choosing me over coke- I’m honoured” I rolled my eyes sarcastically. “Should be, I don’t even chose my hoes over coke” he whispered in my ear, I turned just my neck around looking at him. “Don’t think I’m gonna be one of them hoes Rafe” “I don’t want you to be one of my hoes” he told me seriously. “Then what do you want me to do?” I turned around to him with half a smile.

“What I want and reality are two different things” rafes eyes hit the floor. And that was the first time I’d had a talk with Rafe and he didn’t have one of his stupid hot smiles on his stupid hot face. He wasn’t joking here. “But- what do you want” my eyebrow raised but Sarah kinda ruined the moment when shouting up at us “hey y/n how you getting on?” “Terrible! Rafe is a shit teacher” I shouted back at her. Rafes grin came back again and he shook his head “you got banter huh” he asked stepping backwards. Sarah and wheezie came in to the cabin, “what you guys talking about” his little sister asked.

“Hoes” I answered for him “he’s a good teacher when it comes to hoes” Sarah rolled her eyes. We stayed a while longer Rafe taught them two to drive the boat, obviously not the same way he taught me. Though he did keep looking back at me every now and again. We made it to the island and Rafe stoped the boat before it really did crash. “Let’s go get changed” Sarah grabbed my hand whisking me away. We both put on our bikinis and when we got back up on top ward rose and wheezie were already in the water.. “Jump!” Wheezie shouted over at us “no way” I shook my head but Sarah jumped in screaming woohoo.

“Your really not gonna jump?” Rafe appeared with no top on and just his shorts. I almost passed out. “fucking hell Cameron” i smirked “could say the same thing but wouldn’t wanna boost your ego” “shame I really care about your opinion” I folded my arms “anyway I’m going to clime down, safely” “what if I can insure that you jumping in would be safe?” He raised his eyebrows “you can’t…” I was then lifted off the deck and pulled into rafes body with his muscular arms “dont you Dare! Rafe! No put me down” I clung on to his neck tightly making my self as small as possible “don’t you trust me?” He asked standing on the side. Before I could answer we were falling through the air then plunging deep to the clear bule water.

He kept his promise and didn’t let go of me making sure I was safe until we surfaced. “I’m gonna kill you!” I rubbed the water off my face, wrapping my arms around his neck again his still being on my waist. “Don’t lie that was fun” he laughed at me taking my hair out my face “a bit” I rolled my eyes with a smile. “Y/n, let’s check out the land” Sarah looked her brother up and down. I remembered where I was and took my hands off him pushing away “um, thanks” I turned away “oh and Rafe” I turned back around going back to him “you look kinda hot with your hair wet” I said quite hushed with a wink.

He giggled as I swam away towards the land following Sarah “what was that?” She looked at me quite seriously “what?” I asked confused “with Rafe… what was that whole- thing” “nothing… we’re just getting along” “your not fucking my brother are you?”. I choaked on my laugh, “what? Of course I’m not” “do you like him” sara folded her arms “do I have a crush on Rafe” I repeated for her, Sarah just stared at me “of course not” I pulled a face “well keep it that way yeah… I don’t want you involved with him he’s a dick head” she told me linking our arms.

We hung about on the little island for hours there was a forest which me and Sarah liked to sit In because of the shade. The water was so nice and ward had a barbecue that we ate later on in the day when It was becoming some what dark. “I just wanna say thanks for inviting me I’ve had- so much fun today” I smiled holding a marshmallow on the fire “your practically part of the family y/n” ward smiled shrugging “your like a sister to them three”. Rafes eyebrows flickered and head snapped up like he was disgusted. I side looked him and he quickly changed his face.

“We ran out of marshmallows and I’m tried so I think I’ll go bed” sarah stood up stretching. “I’ll come” wheezie took her sisters hand pulling her up “y/n you coming” “not yet, I’ll be up later” “okay” she smiled the two disappeared into the dark water. Rafe moved over once they where gone taking off his jumper and passing it to me. “I’m- fine” “your teeth chattering is distracting” he put it around me himself “it’s like a dress on me” I laughed softly zipping it up “you do look quite good in my clothes” he whispered so his parents didn’t hear. “Shut up” I laughed sitting down next to him putting my head on rafes shoulder.

“Your Hair smells salty” he told me laughing “you ruined it” I shook my head going to get up “no no” he said folding his arms around me pulling me back down. “Seriously what is going on with you two?” Rose asked from her husbands arms. “Nothing” I said really quickly looking up at them “mmh” ward laughed at us “we didn’t see what way you went if Sara asks” rose fluttered her eye at us. Rafe Chuckled when we looked at each other “come on”. My eyes went wide but I took his hand anyway, grabbing a flashlight. We both ran giggling in to the forest “Rafe it’s so dark” I stopped us after a while of walking.

“You scared y/l/n?” He grinned holding my waist “yeah…” I trailed off looking in to the distance “don’t be you’ve got me” he looked in to my eyes and with that I leant up on my tippy toes and kissed him. I couldn’t even blame my actions on something stupid like the alcohol it’s was just purely what I wanted. Rafe pulled away a few seconds later after kissing me back “did you just kiss me?” He asked confused. “Yea…” “why” “I dunno Rafe- something about today is just different between us- why’d you kiss me back” “because- I’ve wanted to do that for a while” “you… what?”

“It’s a long story- can I explain later?” “Well, what we gonna do in the meantime” he picked me up and my legs wrapped around his waist as I kissed him again. “I’m not gonna be one of your hoes Rafe” I told him “believe me y/n I’m not going to fuck you for the first time in the woods” “for the first time?” I questioned putting my hands through his hair. He formed a dangerous smile which excited me. “We should get back gorgeous” “let’s not be hasty” I smirked leaning back in. This kiss was different, out of all three this one was full of the most fire and passion. Both of us moving in sink faster and faster. It came to a close because it hadn’t, we would have fucked in the woods.

Rafe and I walked back to where the fire was, ward and rose had gone back to the boat now so it was just us. We laid down on the blankets, my head on his chest not really caring if they saw us any more “glad you cancelled your plans then?” “Very glad” he chuckled silently “same” I told him “yeah no chance you would have had as much fun with out me” “well I wouldn’t have burnt because no one would have ran away with my sun cream” I smiled reaching for his hand. “You also wouldn’t have learnt how to do a decent Marshmallow” “hey! mine were good” “yours were terrible” Rafe shook his head “we better go to the boat or imma fall asleep here”

I sat up looking at him chewing my lip “I’d rather fall asleep here with you then go up here and sleep on my memory-foam bed” he rolled his head over in my direction “so I’m better than coke and memory- foam I’m on a roll today”. Rafe laughed puting his arms out so I wouldn’t get up and go “your a such a softy” I smirked “I can be… I guess” he whispered and that was the last thing said before we drifted off. We both luckily woke up early so nobody saw us. Things were exactly the same in the morning flirting and in secret kissing. I was glad to know he didn’t just want me for sex. The boat journey back was quite quick actually, me and Sarah didn’t really leave each other’s sides.

We docked around 10am in a flash and everyone was carrying stuff off the ship “what now then?” Rafe blinked down at me I looked at him, “I don’t wanna go back to pretending i just see you as my sisters annoying friend” “what do you see me as” I wondered to him stacking some boxes “I dunno- the girl I’ve had a crush on for several months”. My head snapped looking at him “what…” “I like you y/n ain’t it obvious?! I thought teasing you was the best way to get your attention- if you think about it… it kind of worked” he half smiled. “Y/n say something” he sighed looking in to my blank face. “I left this port thinking you were the most annoying guy in the world- and I’ve come back head over heels for you”

Rafe fought back the smile on his face “dose that mean…” “I like you back Cameron” I rolled my eyes grabbing him my the T-shirt kissing him softly. them words made my heart skip a beat and I’m sure Rafe could feel it against his chest though still we tried getting closer to each other. “For a second I thought you were about to run away” he whispered “no” I laughed shaking my head close to his. “I really fucking like you back” I told him mirroring his bright smile.

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On this date in music history. I would say Rock and Roll history, but I don’t have any story about Dolly Parton…🙄🙄🙄😳😳😳😴😴😴

May 5th

1956 - Elvis Presley

Elvis Presley scored his first US No.1 single and album when 'Heartbreak Hotel' went to the top of the charts. 'Heartbreak Hotel' became his first million-seller, and was the best-selling single of 1956. The lyrics were based on a newspaper article about the suicide of a lonely man who jumped from a hotel window.

1962 - West Side Story

The soundtrack to West Side Story went to No.1 on the US album chart. It went on to spend a total of 54 weeks at the No.1 position.

1963 - George Harrison

On a recommendation by George Harrison Dick Rowe Head of A&R at Decca records, (and the man who turned down The Beatles) went to see The Rolling Stones play at Crawdaddy Club, London. The band were signed to the label within a week.

1966 - Manfred Mann

Manfred Mann were at No.1 on the UK singles chart with 'Pretty Flamingo'. The recording features future Cream bassist Jack Bruce, who briefly joined the band in 1965. On their Top Of The Pops appearance, singer Paul Jones performed whilst standing on one leg.

1967 - The Kinks

The Kinks released 'Waterloo Sunset' as a single which went on to peak at No.2 on the UK chart. Songwriter and Kinks singer Ray Davies later stated that the song was originally entitled 'Liverpool Sunset', after his love for Liverpool and Merseybeat.

1968 - Stephen Stills

Buffalo Springfield split up. Richie Furay formed Poco and Stephen Stills teamed up with David Crosby and Graham Nash in Crosby Stills & Nash.

1969 - The Beatles

The Beatles single 'Get Back' was released in the US. John Lennon claimed in 1980 that "there's some underlying thing about Yoko in there", claiming that Paul McCartney looked at Yoko Ono in the studio every time he sang "Get back to where you once belonged."

1972 - Dr John

The first day of the three day Bickershaw Festival, Wigan, England, with Grateful Dead, Dr John, Donovan, The Kinks, Captain Beefheart, Hawkwind, America, Family, Country Joe MacDonald, Wishbone Ash, New Riders Of The Purple Sage, Brinsley Schwarz and the Flamin Groovies.

1973 - David Bowie

David Bowie scored his first UK No.1 album when 'Aladdin Sane' started a five-week run at the top, featuring the single 'Drive In Saturday'. The follow-up to his breakthrough The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars, the name of the album is a pun on "A Lad Insane".

1990 - John Lennon

The John Lennon tribute concert was held at the Pier Head Arena in Merseyside, featuring Lenny Kravitz, Al Green, Joe Cocker, The Christians, Kylie Minogue, Ringo Starr, Jeff Lynne, Tom Petty, Deacon Blue, Lou Reed, Joe Walsh and Wet Wet Wet.

1995 - Steven Adler

Former Guns N' Roses drummer Steven Adler was arrested on a felony count of possession of heroin, as well as two misdemeanour drug charges.

1996 - Dolores O'Riordan

Cranberries singer Dolores O'Riordan received both a public apology and a donation of £7,500 ($12,750) to the Warchild charity from The Sport newspaper after they ran a story claiming she had performed a gig in Hamburg without wearing any underwear.

2000 - Rod Stewart

Rod Stewart had a one-hour throat operation at Cedar Sinai Medical Centre in Los Angeles to remove a growth on his thyroid. The growth turns out to be benign.

2002 - Ted Nugent

Two disc jockeys from Denver's KRFX-FM, Rick Lewis and Michael Floorwax, stopped a live radio interview with Detroit rocker Ted Nugent after he used derogatory racial terms for Asians and Blacks. The station received dozens of complaints.

2013 - Robert Plant

Led Zeppelin frontman Robert Plant obtained a temporary restraining order against an overzealous female fan he alleged was a threat to his safety. Plant said that the woman had been harassing him for over three years and believed that they were in a relationship, even though Plant insisted the pair has never met.

2015 - Craig Gruber

American rock bassist Craig Gruber died of prostate cancer in Florida aged 63. He is best known as the original bassist in Rainbow and also played in Elf with vocalist Ronnie James Dio and worked with guitarist Gary Moore

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By Katie Langlitz

It was a regular weekday school night. Mom was on the couch, watching whatever reality TV show or true crime documentary that had her attention at the moment, waiting for dinner to finish, and I was pacing the kitchen tiles, without much intent, my attention bouncing from her show, to my phone, back to her show. This particular program followed the lives of rich Southern millenials—and the scandals that come with a precious family legacy to preserve. As the cast idled around their mansion’s halls, the camera panned over a portrait of a man, most likely some ancestor of theirs. It held my attention. I had seen it before. I knew I had, but I didn’t have time to deliberate.

My mom switches the program, flickering through until she lands on a news channel. She lingers for a moment.

“Hey, have you heard about this?” My mother waves the remote at the screen: a water crisis in Flint, Michigan. Apparently, children throughout the city were suffering from mysterious illnesses and rashes, possibly linked to untreated tap water. No, I hadn’t.

The portrait forgotten, moments later I was on my laptop, beginning my descent into the tragedy in Flint:

In April of 2014, Flint switched from water purchased from Detroit to water pumped through the Flint River that runs through the city to save money while officials waited for a new pipeline from Lake Huron. Law-mandated chemicals controlling lead erosion had not been added to Flint’s pipes when the city switched to Flint River water, causing lead to break off, traveling through pipes into families’ homes. The Michigan Department of Environmental Quality, as it was called at the time, told Flint officials that anti-corrosives were unnecessary, and a decision on whether the water was safe to drink could wait for another year. In essence Flint residents could drink possibly unsafe water for a whole year before officials were even willing to evaluate the situation. The result: in addition to disease-causing bacteria and carcinogens, which can cause cancer, Flint’s drinking water was flooded with lead. Brown, filmy water smelling like sewer and mysterious rashes breaking out on children’s skin soon brought Flint residents to town hall meetings with grievance.

Lead is an irreversible neurotoxin; no amount of it is safe. There is a lead-crime hypothesis that argues lead exposure triggers impulsivity, social aggression and even attention deficit hyperactivity disorder (ADHD) in children and thus causes delinquency and violent crime. Despite data collected by a concerned, local pediatrician revealing children in Flint were experiencing high levels of blood lead, authorities didn’t act. They accused her of fabricating reports to create baseless hysteria. It was not until outside researchers from Virginia Tech. conducted intensive research on the city’s water that the state admitted there was a problem, over a year later. In early 2016 the then Governor of Michigan, Rick Snyder, announced 87 cases of Legionnaires Disease, a type of pneumonia caused by bacteria, and 10 deaths linked to the water crisis in Flint.

I was stunned. This violation of human rights in Flint and the lethargy of government officials—it was comic book level villainy. How did something like this happen, in America, with something as essential to life as water? That seemed to be what everyone was asking. The EPA, United States Environmental Protection Agency, blames state officials for not following protocol mandating anti-corrosives, and the state blames the EPA for not enforcing federal policy. While politicians continue to point fingers at each other, a larger crisis sits at the center of the Flint water tragedy: racial bias, which is really a euphemism for systematic racism.

Wait. Before anyone rolls their eyes and pulls up their blinders, some historical context: Flint shadows the place it used to be. It used to bustle with a wealthy, urban core, booming with motor industries, but like many other Midwestern cities, was ravaged by abandonment. During the 1960’s General Motors, which was worshiped like religion by locals, relocated, and the city suffered subsequent economic depressions. Today, the population is lower than it has ever been since the 1920’s. Flint is also 57% black, 4% Latino and only 37% white. 40% of residents live below the poverty line, and although Flint is not quite as segregated as other cities like Detroit or Chicago, the black and Latino population suffer this poverty disproportionately. To compare, the United States is 77% white, 13% black and 18% Hispanic or Latino, and only 12% live in poverty, according to censuses from 2018.

Now this crisis doesn’t seem so mysterious; the reason why I’d never heard of it isn’t as elusive. The NAACP, or National Association for the Advancement of Colored People, spoke on this issue. The NAACP is the civil rights organization that championed black empowerment throughout the 1900’s, accredited for winning the 1954 Supreme Court Case Brown v. Board of Education of Topeka that ruled racial segregation “inherently unequal” and overturned previous decisions disenfranchising blacks after the Civil War. According to a CNN article, in 2016 the NAACP said of Flint, “Would more have been done, and at a much faster pace, if nearly 40 percent of Flint residents were not living below the poverty line? The answer is unequivocally yes.” We all know it, too. If the same lead-laced water threatened a predominantly white, above the poverty line—not even upper class—community, there wouldn’t have even been a crisis. The issue would have been resolved before it reached the home of children, before it would kill innocent residents and sicken dozens more.

The injustice seen in Flint is occurring everywhere, everyday across America in less televised but just as obscene ways. Look at death row statistics. Account for variables like the number of victims, murder brutality, and we’re still more likely to convict someone for murdering a white person than a black person. Young black, American males are at same risk for gun homicide as nations with the highest murder rates in the world. Blacks with a college degree are more likely to be unemployed than similarly educated whites. When they are employed, blacks with a college degree are more likely than their whites to be underemployed for their skill level. Then, inflating these issues, Congress has decreased anti-discrimination agency funding over the years, such as the Equal Employment Opportunity Commission, which was established under the Civil Rights Act of 1964, one of the iconic civil rights bills Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. got passed through his nonviolent protests. According to the US Census Bureau, “none of the 10 states with the highest percentage of Black residents provide these agencies with annual funding of more than 70 cents per resident per year… In some states… more taxpayer dollars are spent on the governor’s salary than on protecting millions of residents from employment discrimination.”

After bingeing articles and documentaries on Flint, I felt slimy. The violation of human rights in that city was perpetuated by racism. Not the kind of racism we can see or hear; no N-words or confederate flags caused this. (Though, ironically, Confederate flags are popular home decor amongst white residents of Flint.) Systematic racism—the implicit and unconscious bias to value some people’s live more than others—did. It’s a filthy realization to come to, full of shame and guilt, and we do all we can to blunt it. Accepting systematic racism’s mere existence would admit our role—however small—in tragedies like Flint. That’s why we’re defensive when we hear people talk of ideas like “systematic racism.” Most of us pride ourselves on not being racist, on being better than our misguided ancestors so discovering we could be part of a system that perpetuates racism, being told we’re morally in the wrong, of course we want to deny it.

And we do. Even with disasters like Flint, we drown the guilt and hide behind those perky success stories, the ones you see on daytime talk shows and on college pamphlets, but they only dilute the truth. Just because a youth choir from Detroit makes it to 2nd place on a national talent show doesn’t help the thousands—47%—of children who live in poverty in that same city, but it does sedate our conscience. These stories tell us black poverty isn’t that bad: look at this one going to college, that one recovering from addiction.

It’s the epitome of cognitive dissonance—the uncomfortable feeling when conflicting beliefs or behaviors collide. In this case we are confronted with two realities of America: the one that upholds our founding fathers’ ideas of freedom and equality and the other that perpetuates injustice and hardship. In true cognitive dissonant fashion we alter one of these realities to fit the other. We ignore racial injustice—and deny ourselves a truly equal nation. It’s ironic; to preserve the idea we have of America, we stop it from ever becoming that.

However, the fact that TV programs exist solely to perpetuate these fairy tales of black empowerment reveal that this problem isn’t our fault. Not entirely, anyways: “groups tend to be more immoral than individuals”—Martin Luther King Jr. writes in his “Letter from a Birmingham Jail”—, and this is a system, schemed with intent. A system that encourages us to stay apathetic about racial injustice, that allows children to die from lead poisoning in the 21st century. That’s the tricky thing about systematic racism: it’s perpetuated by apathy, by inaction. That’s why it seems elusive. Unlike with racism we can see or hear, we don’t know who to blame. When someone slips the N-word or chuckles out a derogatory joke, we know who to point fingers at. With systematic racism because it is not an individual person or isolated event, we have no one to attack. It’s a system, and who do we blame for that?

That’s when I remembered the portrait from my mother’s reality TV show, the one about the wealthy Southerners. John C. Calhoun. If we ever charged someone with systematic racism, it’d be him. He was our 7th Vice President, second to the infamously tyrannical and racist Andrew Jackson. Amidst rising momentum for abolitionism in antebellum America, Calhoun performed his infamous “positive good” speech. Rejecting the previous justification for slavery as a “necessary evil,” Calhoun defended his “peculiar institution” as a morally righteous crusade rehabilitating the devolved black race. For example, he wrote, “in the course of a few generations it [the black race] has grown up under the fostering care of our institutions… to its present comparative civilized condition.” To Calhoun slavery, thus, was an honorable institution founded on good will and charity that Southerners should defend against the treasonous Northerners with pride and dignity.

He is the embodiment of systematic racism—and shows us why apathy is so dangerous. Calhoun’s descendants, the kids on that TV show, didn’t seem like racists. Privileged, sure, but not inherently evil people. No one was waving Confederate flags or marching for white pride, yet their very existence preserves the legacy—the wealth accumulated, the hierarchy instituted—of slavery. Emancipating blacks, establishing legal equality, founding empowerment agencies, although great feats, didn’t eradicate centuries of racism. It didn’t dethrone the Southern oligarch. A little slap on the wrist, a few elections diverted, and Calhoun’s fortune was allowed to survive—no, to thrive. His still-wealthy lineage are proof that there are people in this 21st century that, despite not being racist, benefit from slavery. If that sounds harsh, that’s because it is. They didn’t chose their ancestors, sure, but they also don’t seem too ashamed of it either. The man’s portrait is displayed in their home on national television for everyone to see. Not to mention that they actually kept the family name, “Calhoun,” despite its connotations; ask anyone who’s studied American history what they think of when they hear “Calhoun,” they’re going to tell you one of two things: states rights, slavery or both. Thus, his ancestors are ignoring the filthy implications of their family name. Either that, or they’re blatant, white supremacy level racists, which not too many people are nowadays. They stay ignorant and apathetic, and it’s apathy that protects the legacy of slavery, not racism. Well, not overt, N-word, confederate flag racism—rather, systematic racism.

Despite how nonexistent it may seem in our everyday lives, how elusive it makes itself, because this is a system, it doesn’t matter where you live; you exist as part of it, and within this system, like all systems, there are two forces: the force that drives and the force that resists—the engine and the friction—, and because of the nature of systematic racism, simple apathy and inaction qualify as driving forces. By not being an active counter force, you surrender your choice to be anything but the driving force spurring this institution of injustice forward.

Your ancestors probably didn’t single-handedly marshal the defense for slavery. You’re probably not an active member of the Aryan Brotherhood, but just because you don’t have an obvious connection to slavery, doesn’t mean you get a moral freebie. Martin Luther King Jr. wrote a letter to a group of 8 clergymen who contested that the battle against racial injustice should be fought solely in the courts, not the streets, denouncing King’s nonviolent protest. To this King was compelled to write his famous “Letter from a Birmingham Jail.” Throughout the letter King necessitates direct action as a means to racial justice. Paralleling fundamental beliefs our founding fathers built this nation on, King writes, “One has not only a legal but a moral responsibility to obey just laws. Conversely, one has a moral responsibility to disobey unjust laws… “An unjust law is no law at all.”” In the context of systematic racism, we are not necessarily talking about statues, however, this same principle applies. We—as in, the ordinary people living in this country—must, with a diligent moral compass, sift through the status quo to determine what is just and what is unjust. Once we find injustice, we have a moral obligation to resist it—actively. However, we cannot resist a system without first knowing it exists; admitting our role in systematic racism is uncomfortable at best, but that’s okay. To quote King again, “constructive, nonviolent tension which is necessary for growth,” which he says his protests aim to create, “will help men rise from the dark depths of prejudice and racism to the majestic heights of understanding and brotherhood.” We need tension in our conscience to realize, sometimes, what is right and what is not. To confront a situation as it is, not as we wish it to be—even if it’s a little uncomfortable.

In the 21st century to be this active counter force which King calls for doesn’t necessarily mean you’re launching the NAACP 2.0. It can begin by owning up to our cognitive dissonance, by accepting systematic racism as it is, by educating ourselves, by not being silent and by no longer staying apathetic.

#Katie Langlitz #opinion #culture

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