#Sourcefed One Shot

[blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms]

Seal Of Approval- Meg Turney

Pairing: Meg Turney x Reader

Characters: Meg Turney, Trisha Hershberger

Warnings: N/A

Request: N/A

Word Count: 505

Author: Charlotte

Meg was the light of your life. You got along better than you had ever imagined you could get along with another human. She was a truly lovely person, and talented with everything she did, even though she was incredibly modest when it came to her talent. Although you had been in a happy relationship with Meg for a few months, you hadn’t had the opportunity to meet any of Meg’s colleagues.

You knew a lot about them and couldn’t wait to meet them, but a convenient moment simply hadn’t arisen. Even though all of them seemed lovely, you had exceptional excitement in meeting Trisha. Trisha was one of Meg’s closest friends at work, and you had been told if the relationship was going to work long term, you would have to receive the Trisha seal of approval. It slightly terrified you. From what you’d been told Trisha was lovely, but you were scared of what would be needed to get her approval.

Being hopeful, you did assume that she would love you and approve, but if she didn’t would Meg really leave you? Was her friend’s opinion more important than you?

Trying to throw that thought from your mind, you walked by Meg’s side to go to lunch with the famous best friend Trisha Hershberger. You clung onto her hand, which made her chuckle softly at your nerves as she knew there was no reason to be nervous.

As you entered the café a short brunette, about Meg’s height, stood up with a wide smile on her face. Her arms wrapped around Meg pulling your hand from the redheads.

“Meggie,” she squealed squeezing her tight. “And this must be the famous Y/N.”

The dark-haired woman pulled you into a warm hug, although she looked very small, she was a lot stronger than she seemed.

“And you must be Trisha,” you croaked, losing breath from the tight hug.

“That I am,” she smiled warmly. “Meg has told me so much about you, she’s very fond of you.”

You could help but smile as she let you go, a soft blush appearing on your face.

“Y/N’s been worrying about meeting you, but I told her not to worry,” Meg smirked, with a signature ‘I told you so’ look.

Seeing the big grin on Trisha’s face and her kind eyes, it was pretty evident that there was no reason to worry about her at all. She was a nice person and as you talked more you realised she was a kind soul that as long as you were equally kind and made Meg happy she’d more than happily approve of you.

Trisha gave you another hug as you and Meg went to leave the café.

“Does that mean I get the Trisha seal of approval?” You questioned kindly, trying to make a joke of it, but truthfully you were still slightly worried that she wouldn’t.

“Of course,” she grinned. “You be good to my Meg, you seem nice and I don’t want to have to hurt you.”

[celinewrites]

Frankie Jonas' Crazy Awesome Hair Colors

We See Green

It looks like Frankie hasn't gotten that far from his Disney past. He has green hair, great, BUT DOES ANYONE ELSE NOTICE HE'S WEARING ANNA FROM FROZEN ON HIS HEAD? And her ponytail almost looks like it could be his! That hat. Need.

Blue

Frankie put a caption on Insta with this pic by saying "I'm adorable," and he really is. How cute is Frankie holding onto that flamingo like a puppy?!

Orange and Green

It looks like Frankie went to Comic Con this year and met Sam Bashor, a host on the news website, SourceFed. While this selfie is beyond cute, we're so drawn to Frankie's orange and green hair combo. Plus he's totally rocking that half-shaved style. Sam'll def remember him.

Blue x2

Frankie captioned this on Insta with, "The feel when you're up all night watching sailor moon." With Sailor Moon as his profile pic on Insta, we wonder if he's channeling Sailor Mercury, who's known for her gorg blue hair, in this shot.

Green (Michael Clifford is that you?!)

We know, we know. Nick and Joe are looking their usual perf selves in this but can we just talk about how adorable Frankie is, too?

Blue x3 (Is that his fave?)

Is it just us or does this shot make any one else wonder how Nick would look rocking the blue hair?

Red and Green

Frankie was having them "American feels" here.

Green and Red

See what we mean by his love for Sailor Moon. We NEED that phone case.

OK, so this isn’t a vibrant and unique hair color but Frankie may have been inspired by the half-shaved trend. Skrillex, Cassie, and Demi have done it, so why not Frankie? 

[tvwolfsnake]

I don’t think I’ve ever recommended this show publicly but the latest episode hit me hard enough that I just gotta...sugar pine 7′s alternative lifestyle is probably the best webseries I’ve seen in at least the past 5 years, possibly ever. certainly the best vlog-based one. it’s a series that started this year and basically it’s very naturalistically-shot LA lifestyle vlogging...only it’s fictional, made up of entirely character-based improv edited down into a narrative. think a blend of arrested development and iasip (formally, and to a lesser extent content-wise) with the current casey neistat imitation crowd of lifestyle/travel vloggers. if you’ve been following me for at least two seconds you know I’m always incredibly excited by people who make a point of trying to actually use a medium to its potential, and SP7 is doing things I’m shocked nobody else has tried in web video. not to mention it’s funny as hell, well-edited, and the form and content suit each other. if this sounds like yr kind of thing, here’s a link to the playlist for season 1. imo the first good episode is the second one, Why I think Sourcefed ended. (Sourcefed Is Cancelled. does contain one joke that recurs later, but otherwise it’s kind of unrelated and also not very good.) season 2′s official playlist is missing some videos for some reason, last I checked, so I’ve made my own enhanced version which is accurate as of 12/23/2017. (I recommend using the playlists instead of visiting the channel, because the names of current videos/podcasts kind of spoil bits in season 1.)

[pe-channas]

Fake Pine 7

@targaryenrhaegar and I were appalled at the lack of these boys in the Fake AUs so we wrote our own

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What started as petty crime has quickly evolved into one of the strongest gangs in town. Steven started doing small-time crime himself while he was still employed at SourceFed, mostly for fun because he’s got a reckless streak and loves fancy cars. Petty theft, minor car robberies, things like that. After SF ended he realized he could make this thing full time, and started contacting old friends.

Steven: He’s the leader but the other guys would debate that because they rarely listen to him. He prefers to make deals and plan heists but the other guys will often just run in, guns blazing. At the end of the day, though, he’s still ruthless and will do anything for his crew. He is almost obsessively committed to getting shit done and buries himself in work for them. He is the longest-suffering mob boss in history, mostly because of Cib.

James: ex-military guy who’s pretty bitter about his time in the service. He was a Special Ops guy in Afghanistan. After coming home, though, he had no job, was nearly homeless, and was desperate. Steven called him up when he was at the end of his rope and James immediately agreed. Wary at first of the illegal inner-workings of the group, he just ran stuff behind the scenes, mostly helping Steven. After a particularly dangerous job, he throws all care to the way-side, using his SpecOps knowledge to defend the gang. He now is the most fearless and reckless member, the guns, muscle, and intimidator. He’s the first guy in and the last guy out. He’s got connections everywhere, able to get anything the guys need.

Parker: the guy who runs all the fronts that make the group money. Online stores, a psychic’s shop, even a small group of vacation cabins. He’ll often pocket some of the money for himself, and thinks he’s being sneaky about it. He’s not and everyone knows it, but he’s actually pretty good at his job otherwise so they keep him around. The whole group is pretty salty towards him though, especially Steven. Sometimes they drag him along on jobs and he is so out of his element he fucks it up horribly. All the guys get mad at him, even though it was their fault.

Cib: second in command, but it’s pretty much an honorary title because he never really leads. He’s always off doing his own thing but bring back lots of the riches for the crew. He joined because of Steven and is only really still there for him. The other guys are cool but Steven is his best friend, and he’ll sometimes refuse to run jobs if Steven isn’t there. He’s a sniper but will jump in on the action if he’s feeling particularly murderous. Once he started vaping during a gunfight and got shot in the leg, he immediately started yelling at the guy. Steven had to pause strangling a guy to gawk at this guy he calls his second in command.

Jeremy: a mortician and was never really asked to join the crew. The guys get in over their heads once and killed a ton of people. While attempting to hide the bodies in a field they ran into Jeremy. They were all ready to kill him too but he just pulled out a shovel from somewhere and instructed them how to properly hide bodies. All the guys are pretty sure he’s a mortician to hide the fact he’s a serial killer but they never bring it up because they are all scared shit-less of him.

Alfredo: a goddamn enigma. The police don’t know who he is, where he is, or if he’s even real. The guys are pretty sure his accent is fake but they don’t say anything because he once killed 10 guys with a single paperclip.

[thisloveforyourmom]

Sygyzy: Chapter 3

Read on AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/12355665/chapters/28343433

Chapter 1: http://marshmallowsweetheart.tumblr.com/post/166623978494/sygyzy-chapter-one

Chapter 2: http://marshmallowsweetheart.tumblr.com/post/166677341164/sygyzy-chapter-2

Chapter 3: Sonder

He supposes it was a given, with everything that’s been going on.

It’s been a week since they left Idyllwild, and Steven is mostly back on his feet. He’s still taking iron supplements, he will be for a while, and he still isn’t good for strenuous exercise, but that wasn’t something he did much anyway so he’s mostly back to normal. He’s been in situations that he considers worse--more painful, longer lasting, more dangerous. Things he was conscious for, things he could feel during the worst of it.

It’s easy for him to forget about it. He didn’t die, and he isn’t permanently disabled, and so he considers that a win and moves on. James was protective of him for a couple days, definitely, but even he seems to have accepted that it’s over, taken information from the experience and put it behind him.

Cib hasn’t.

Steven’s been noticing it more and more over the past week, that Cib’s been coming with him on jobs he usually does alone, that he hasn’t given him as many in the first place. That he insists Steven rest when he feels fine, that he seems to need to know where he is in the apartment. It’s fine, at first, until it lasts longer than a couple days, and then it’s weird, and then it’s kind of annoying, and then it’s really annoying.

It’s the first time he’s been truly frustrated with Cib, or he would be if he felt emotions, which he doesn’t, but Cib does and, as far as he can tell, it looks like Cib’s getting frustrated with him, too. He can’t figure out why.

(He pushes down how much that scares him, the fear that Cib will realize he isn’t worth the trouble and leave, the temptation to just let him do what he wants and keep him happy because even if he’s frustrated he doesn’t want this to end.)  

He snaps, or he supposes they both do, when he takes his key to go to the supermarket literally two blocks away and Cib stands up to follow.  

“Cib, you don’t have to come everywhere with me, jesus,” he snaps before he can stop himself, and regrets it almost immediately when he sees the hurt flash across Cib’s face. He regrets it even more when that hurt turns to something like anger, something like pain, and Cib sits back down, turning away. Steven sighs, setting down his key and walking towards the living room. “Cib--”

“Just go already,” Cib interrupts, not turning around, and Steven’s taken aback by the venom in it. “Fruit waits for no man.”

He doesn’t understand, and it’s a different version of not understanding than he’s used to. He sees the reasoning behind it well enough, that he was hurt and Cib wants to make sure it doesn’t happen again because Steven’s good at his job and that’s hard to find, but he didn’t expect...worry. Anger. Something that suggests it’s Steven Cib’s worried about and not his negotiation skills.

He pushes that thought away, replaces it with others. Yeah, he was hurt, but it could have been worse, it could have left him needing physical therapy or bedrest or with brain damage. It could have been much worse than just a graze to his arm, and it’s not like this is the first time--

It dawns on him, suddenly, that this isn’t his first experience with near death, but it might just be Cib’s.

It would make sense. He was alone with a brand new dealing business when he’d recruited Steven. Despite the glaringly obvious signs, he hadn’t even known what kind of work Steven did, and Cib didn’t seem to have any relevant contacts in the criminal business, which was almost unheard of in LS. This had to be new for Cib, and Steven sighs. He may not feel emotions, but he remembers when he did. Remembers, even after all this time, the first time he saw Zaragoza get shot. Steven may be a trauma-induced sociopath, but he isn’t heartless.  

“Get in the car,” he says, grabbing the keys again, and Cib turns around. Some of the hurt’s been replaced with confusion, and something loosens in Steven’s chest.

“I thought you didn’t want me to come,” he says, more sullen than genuine.

“Okay, fine, then. Don’t, I guess,” he replies nonchalantly, walking towards the door and taking the car key. He knows Cib will follow, regardless of what he thinks Steven wants, and he’s proved right when Cib jumps up and scurries after him.

He asks multiple times where they’re going as they go down the building stairs, and then again in the car because they don’t drive to the grocery store, but Steven doesn’t answer until they pull into a parking deck and get out.

The sound of guitar music fills the air just like he’d known it would. He’d seen a sign for a musical festival that he’d remembered so he could avoid the traffic, and he knows Cib keeps a guitar in his room that either moves around on its own or is handled very often by its owner. Steven’s banking on the latter. He can see the confusion in Cib’s eyes, and he walks around to the parking meter to pay the fee.

“There’s a music festival in town,” he says needlessly, and offers no other explanation as he steps out into the street, Cib in tow.

***

They’ve been there for two hours, and Steven’s fear of large crowds is as strong as ever, but there’s a visible change in Cib’s demeanor and he decides it’s worth it. It took a good few minutes of walking around and listening to the bands, but he could see his shoulders relaxing and the stress seeming to melt off his face, and after a little bit he’d started talking to Steven about the development of each type of music and the technical challenges and using a lot of terms that Steven doesn’t understand. Sometimes he doesn’t listen, just watches Cib talk and tries to memorize the way his eyes light up at each new topic, and he gets the same feeling he got on the couch and lying on the bed in Idyllwild and he tries to ignore the fact that it’s only gotten stronger. Sometimes he does listen, and discovers that Cib was in a band before he came to America, that he played guitar and took piano lessons before whatever had happened that sent him here.

He pictures, for a moment, Cib playing guitar, singing, and when he blinks back to reality, discovers he’s lost Cib in the festival and, as annoyed as he was earlier, the noise and crowd were really only worth it when Cib was leading him through it--

A hand grabs his wrist and he jumps as he’s pulled into an alley a little way off the side. It’s Cib, who looks just an anxious as Steven feels, but while Steven relaxes once they’re out of the throng of people in the street, Cib doesn’t, still holding his wrist.

It looks like he’s about to speak, anticipation and worry written on his face, but he stops, and Steven sees that same desperation in his eyes that he’d had when Steven was bleeding out against a dumpster. He sighs, moving his wrist out of Cib’s grip, and maybe it’s the relief that they’re finally somewhere a little quieter and maybe it’s because he remembers that kind of horror all too well, but something gives him the courage to take Cib’s hand and set it on his heart.

Cib looks up at him, eyes wide, and Steven tries to smile and hopes Cib doesn’t notice the way his heart’s racing at the touch. “It’s, uh, it’s still beating,” is all he says, his voice a little breathy, and Cib is still for a moment. “So is yours. And James’. You’re worried, it’s fine. But you can relax. And, uh, maybe you can leave me alone? Not, like, all the time. But I can take care of myself. It’s not like this is the first time or anything.”

After a moment, Cib nods hesitantly, and Steven sees some of that wild terror leave his eyes, watches icy blue soften into something more like still water. Not all of it, or enough for Steven’s taste, but enough for now. “...Mmhm. Yeah, sure.” And suddenly it feels like Cib is looking just as deep into Steven’s eyes as Steven is looking into his, and he’s all too aware of Cib’s hand on his chest, and he forces a small laugh.

“You weren’t listening to a thing I said,” and he hopes Cib will take the hint. Cib seems to hesitate a moment before looking away.

“Sorry, I wasn’t listening,” Cib says, and takes his hand away, and Steven can’t ignore a burst of guilt at the way Cib seems to have suddenly been subdued by something. Someone.

He takes a deep breath and shifts his grip from Cib’s wrist to his hand.

“So we won’t--uh, we won’t lose each other in the crowd,” he clarifies, but Cib’s smile comes back like it means something more. Maybe it does, the little hopeful gremlin in his brain says, but he doesn’t have time to think about that because they’re out of the alley and back into the crowd.

***

Cib gives him a lot more space, after that. Not a normal, healthy amount, because he’s still Cib, but better than what it was. Steven’s happier with that, has always been someone who preferred to be alone, but on this job, for the first time in a while, he wishes that Cib, or James, or even that new guy who keeps losing money “by accident”, had come with him.

It was the kind of client that he and his--coworkers? Did that work?--used to call a ‘makeup job’, someone who wouldn’t be impressed unless a pretty face showed up and did their stuff. There were probably other ways to make sure the deal ran smoothly, but Steven didn’t know them, and before he left he’d found himself staring into a mirror at a face he hadn’t seen in three months.

James and Cib had been out already, and he was both glad that they wouldn’t see him like this and desperate for someone to reassure him that he knew what he was doing. That this wouldn’t turn back into everything it was before.

(And he’s started to define his memories as before, he had realized: before SourceFed ended, before Cib hired him, before he met James, before he’d fallen for--)

And he cuts off the thought because the job is over now, and nothing had gone wrong and nothing had gone back, and all he wants is to get home.  

It’s a short walk, and he must have blanked out because he’s at the door already, unlocking it and stepping inside. He takes a deep breath, shutting the door quietly and just standing for a moment before hanging the key and moving to go to his room. As he passes the living room, he sees James asleep on the couch out of the corner of his eye and stops, because he’s alone.

Usually Cib would be next to him, after some movie night, but he’s not. There’s a blanket where he used to be, only half over James, and James is sitting in the middle, so Cib had to have been there before, but…

Steven pulls a throw pillow between James’ head and his arm, pulls the blanket a little higher, and he pauses for a moment before reaching out to take his glasses and set them on the coffee table. James looks peaceful when he sleeps, not the kind of blank he is when he’s upset, but just relaxed, and he feels that same swell of...affection, he knows now, and he’s too tired to deny it. Tired in general of being so scared to want this.

He sighs and pulls himself away. The clock on the stove in the other room says 3:48, and it’s too late--early?--to sit here staring at James and wondering why Cib got up. He goes to his room, leaving his shoes in the hall as he goes, ready to just lie down and go to sleep, and he opens his door to see Cib, sprawled across his bed and out cold.

It takes him a moment to take that in, to realize that he did actually walk into his room and not Cib’s, and when he does he just sighs. He could go to Cib’s bed if he really wanted to sleep alone, but Cib’s hygiene scares him and it’s so far down the hall and he actually really, really doesn’t want to sleep alone. He hasn’t wanted to be alone since he left the apartment, and given that Cib’s in his bed, and that before the festival he seemed worried and worried about him….he thinks it’s a safe bet, at least just for tonight, to think that Cib doesn’t really want to be alone either. And he’s too tired to keep arguing with himself.

He sits on his bed, trying to find a spot that has enough room that he could reasonably get in with a little room to spare, and when he does, he pushes Cib lightly to the side and, God, lying down feels good. He has to be careful not to get too close, or make too much contact, because, even if Cib is okay with this, there are probably limits, but hearing Cib breathing next to him, knowing he’s lying in Steven’s bed, is...nice.

He’s half gone already when he hears Cib shift and feels an arm wrap around his shoulders and pull him away from the edge of the bed where he’d slid in. He stiffens automatically, not from the touch, but from the worry that’d he’d gone too far, but Cib just pulls him closer.

“Sleep, idiot,” Cib says, and the words are quiet and sleep-slurred, but they’re enough, and he does.

***

“Nice ‘coon eyes,” James comments late the next morning when Steven finally gets up.

“Fuck off,” Steven groans. He hasn’t had coffee or even a shower yet. It’s too early for this, but of course he would forget to wash it off and of course James or Cib would comment on it.

“No, dude, I like them,” James says. “They bring out your...face.”

“Gee, thanks,” he replies, standing from the table and turning to leave the kitchen, to take off the remains of last night’s eyeliner, but James stops him.

“Dude, at least have coffee first,” he says, something strange in his eyes, and Steven sits back down with a sigh because it’s 11:30 and it’s still too early for this.

When he’d woken up about five minutes ago, Cib was already up, and he and James looked like they’d been awake for a while. Cib had been leaving, to go run some kind of errand, and James had just poured him a cup of coffee and sat down at the kitchen table to ask him about last night and, apparently, reveal that his makeup was both still on and smudged.

“I really do like it,” James says, interrupting his thoughts. “I mean, like, the part that’s not fucked up. It looks good.” And he’s trying to be nice, Steven knows, but--

“That’s why I wear it,” he snaps before he can stop himself, and turns away so James doesn’t see the guilt that floods in immediately after.

Rationally, he knows James didn’t mean anything that would hurt, or anything crude, or anything like the things he remembered when he was trying to keep his hands steady and his eyeliner straight. But he doesn’t like it, the knowledge that the people he lo--likes so much think he looks good this way. He doesn’t want them to. That’s not what he wants them to notice about him.

“Woah, dude, I’m just trying to give you a compliment,” James says, sounding hurt.

“Just...don’t,” Steven says, glaring into his coffee, and it sounds sullen even to himself but whatever, honestly.

It’s not like he doesn’t want them to think he looks good. He does. But the makeup...it pains him. It reminds him of all the things that he doesn’t like to think about, of everything that he wants to put past him. He’s used to people taking the makeup as a sign that, yes, they can fuck him, and no, he won’t put up a fuss. He wants Cib to look at him the way that he does without eyeliner, wants James to compliment him when he doesn’t look like a fucking raccoon. That’s still kind of scary to him; he’s still terrified that they’re going to leave him or he’s going to leave them and run away to fucking China or something, but he’s argued with himself and always lost. Or won. Or whatever it is when you have to admit that something that you don’t want to be real is real.

The makeup was what changed him in the first place, what stripped him away every night until he was a toy instead of a person, and he knows that’s just a symbol or something that he probably needs therapy for, but when he wore it last night, it was because he knew it would do the same then. The thought that it could do the same now, even if it isn’t, is sickening.

If he was braver, if he wasn’t in this stupid makeup, he might apologize. For now, though, he just mumbles some excuse and leaves to take it off, leaving James staring after.

He makes sure to turn the water as hot as it will go, scrubbing his face until he feels like if nothing else the makeup must have burned off, before getting out and taking a makeup remover wipe to what’s left around his eyes. When he’s done, he looks like himself again, but, for some reason, that’s not the comfort it usually is. He’s still anxious about going out to talk to James again, still doesn’t want to be seen, but it’s not the fear from before. Again with before.

He’s upset James, he knows that, but instead of being scared of whatever James will do, he feels guilty in a way that hurts. Regretful. Ashamed.

He feels broken, he realizes, and it’s like a punch in the gut. He can’t even take a compliment from someone he cares about, not without getting snappy and scared and anxious. That hadn’t mattered so much before--the compliments weren’t coming from anyone worth caring about--but now it feels like he’s been robbed, robbed of his dignity and his old life and even the ability to be happy with something. With someone. Add that onto his crippling anxiety, and you’ve got the hot mess known as Steven Suptic, he thinks, and if thoughts can sound bitter this one does.

It’s probably just about the worst thing he could do, but he doesn’t want James to see him like this over something as stupid as a compliment, so he goes into his room and locks the door.

***

When he comes out of his room a few hours later, Cib still isn’t back and James is sitting uncomfortably at the kitchen table. Steven knows he must have, but it doesn’t look like he’s moved all day. James looks at him, and Steven looks away automatically, not wanting his face to reveal anything that he can’t say. Not wanting to find something in James’ face that reminds him of this morning.

“Cib isn’t back yet?” he asks, sitting across the table and still not looking up. “No,” James says, and it goes silent again. Steven taps his fingers on the table, once, twice. God, this is awkward.

“Did you, uh,” Steven clears his throat. “did you eat?” A pause.

“Yeah,” James says, still not looking at him.

“Good! That’s, uh, good…” Steven looks around, taps his heel on the floor. Waits for more of a reply, speaks when it doesn’t come. “Did, uh, did Cib tell you where he was going? It’s just--it’s...it’s been a while, so--” “No.” And that’s that.

Well. Steven can add ‘learn how to socialize like a normal person’ to his list for tomorrow.  

“I’m going to call Cib,” he says, to escape the conversation, and goes into the living room, where any fears he had about whatever this is with James--an argument?--are replaced by something almost worse.

Because Cib doesn’t pick up on the first call, or the second, or the third, and his location services show that he’s been at the park for the past six hours. That, in and of itself, isn’t unusual: there are a lot of times Cib simply wants to be alone, doesn’t answer his phone, sits in one place for a while. What is unusual is that he left his location services on because unfailingly when he doesn’t want to be found he makes sure he can’t be found, and something about this feels wrong enough that Steven is going to go check it out. “I’m going to the park,” he says, no longer simply nervous, and something in his voice must pique James’ interest. “Why?” James asks, already rising, and at least mutual worry for the biggest idiot either of them know is enough to make them put this aside.

“Cib’s location services have been there for the past six--seven hours.” And James follows him out the door, because James is just as familiar with Cib’s eccentricities as Steven is, and somehow they don’t say another word until they’re parking on the street by the park and Steven is pulling out his phone to try and track down where exactly Cib could be.

“There’s a treehouse, like, right here, isn’t that where he--?” James asks, and Steven shakes his head. Something anxious settles in his stomach, something hard and worried, and whatever it is is telling him that this is wrong.

“No. I mean--yeah, but not--it says he’s right next to us, on our right,” he says, and turns, and beside them is--

A garbage can. He calls Cib’s phone and hears it ring, echoing off the metal and rustling the trash inside with the vibration. That little anxious pit in his stomach grows to something that takes over his chest.

“Fuck,” James says, and Steven doesn’t really have anything to add.

[nootvanlis]

Hollstein Fanfic Rec (Feb 22 - March 27, 2017)

*Listed chronologically by last updated

New:

Distant Worlds - MMORPG AU.  Smut

The Mediator - Ghost Smut ayyyy.  Laura can see the dead.

Common Ground - Laura and Carmilla are assholes to each other upon meeting.  Hate/Love.  Smut.

August to November - Another hate at first sight.  

i know your face all too well (still i wake up alone) - Her AU with a promise of Hollstein end game.  Mild smut.

All Or Nothing - Carmilla and Laura are ex-wives who find themselves remarried after a wild night in Vegas.  Smut.

Night Out - One-Shot.  Hollstein are thirsty for each other while out for dinner with Laf and Perry.  Smut

hold me by the heart - One-shot.  Canon compliant for episode 3.22.  Smut.

In Every Universe - “After Carmilla dies unexpectedly, a distraught Laura receives help from the gods and goes on a mission to make sure that they meet and fall in love in every universe”

Tempest - One-shot.  Domestic married Hollstein.  Smut.

Recently updated fics I’m still reading since last rec:

Just Give It Time - Carmilla was left by her ex and feels a connection with Laura, who is married to Danny.  Carmilla leaves for Paris and returns 5 years later.  Smut.

Falling on the Fire Escape - Slow Burn.  Carmilla and Laura are with their respective partners (who aren’t their soulmates) but find comfort in each other and the fire escape becomes their comfort place.  Soulmate AU.

Marriage of Convenience - Fake Marriage AU

it's not hard to act in love with you - Celebrity AU

Light of the Moon - Star Wars AU

For We Have Made Mistakes - Divorced Hollstein learn to love each other again

Shipwrecks - Pirate AU

Coffee Cups and Lipstick Stains - Laura comes back years later to ask Carmilla to sign the divorce papers to marry Danny but Carmilla refuses.  Will she be able to win her wife’s love back?

The Reigning Monarch - Royalty AU.  Smut

Poison on our Tongues - SourceFed AU (also rip sourcefed).  Smut.

not a broken dream - Carmilla grants wishes and Laura wishes for “someone she could love that won’t leave her.”

Kept - (complete).  Zookeeper AU

Something Borrowed - Carmilla is a photographer and meets Laura at Laf and Perry’s wedding.

a distant aspiration - Road Trip AU

I like your Face... book - Facebook AU

This Magic Works - Harry Potter AU.  Smut

Hall of Mirrors - Carmilla and Laura meet at a bookstore where they work and find ways to help each other’s problems.  Smut

The Guidebook - Laura accepts Danny’s proposal and her distraught best friend, Carmilla, leaves a book behind telling Danny ways on how to love and take care of Laura.  Carmilla leaves and Laura realizes things.

Collateral Damage - Slow burn.  Hollstein forms a fast friendship.

[lindsaykburton]

Goodbye SourceFed

And here we are. I have no idea how to go about this. I don’t know how to begin. Maybe that was the proper intro. I don’t know.

SourceFed comes to an end tomorrow. I’ve delayed writing this because I’m having trouble processing everything that comes with the news we all got on Monday. 

In 2013, I found a channel as an 18 year old who just finished freshman year of college. I was on the edge of giving up my pursuit of an entertainment career since I wasn’t feeling it anymore. Then on May 12, 2013 - I found them. I found a Truth or Dare, then a Comm Comm, then a news piece, then a Table Talk and it spiraled into googling every host until 6am the next day. I found the channel when I found Steve and Lee through a YouTuber’s React and swear to god thought they were a comedy band (idk, they had the look). I went “Oh, SourceFed. That’s an interesting name for a band”.

They are what kickstarted my interest in YouTube. I had casually watched it since 2006 but I turned hardcore and obsessing over many YouTube creators since finding them. Their chemistry is unlike anything I had ever seen on YouTube and I have never seen anything like it since then. They reminded of my friends and that was something that resonated with me. 

I owe a lot to SourceFed. They propelled me into my YouTube and comedy career. They're the main reason I ended up at Groundlings which turned into everything else I do now. I’m still in the program at Groundlings as well as taking classes with iO West and Second City. I did two years of sketch comedy with my college and I have been making videos consecutively since last August.

They've given me the most amazing friends (Hi Lee, Andre, Sophie, Kara, Ming, Ryan, Carol, Katie and many many more). I have a lot of memories. Getting picked for TableTalk 5 times as well as CommComm and Truth or Dare. Watching BFTT, Santa Steve, Truth or Dare, and the SourceFed Christmas Special. The OG comment commentary couch. Jonathan Gay. I hate wasp. DeFranco Does LA. The SF booth at VidCon 2015. Going to VidCon 2015 (and 2016 and eventually 2017). Competing against DeFranco in Super Smash Bros at VidCon. Matt Lieberman was even my mentor last year at VidCon's mentorship program! Meeting any of them in person always made me feel so special seeing how personable and genuine and encouraging they were even while working in an industry that can leave a person so jaded. 

And then fan interaction went to a whole other level. Lee is now my friend and mentor at Groundlings and meeting her was one of the best things that happened to me. We’ve now known each other for a few years and she is like the sister I wish I had. That was something I NEVER expected to happen.

I went to their channel first when a friend passed away suddenly a few years ago. It was my go-to for laughing again after a hard day of school or work. Finding them changed the trajectory of my life forever. It ended up in my life at the right place at the right time. Watching the hosts grow into incredible pros in the industry and really wonderful people was a joy and I'm going to continue to watch what they do next because they will conquer the world. YouTube was blessed with 5 years of a channel that dared to experiment and I will respect them for that. It's the end of an era. But I know I speak for many people who say that SourceFed is what prompted them to pursue a career in new media and through that we can carry on the impact of those 5 years. 

I want to thank the team for pouring so much into their work to inspire and educate everyone who was lucky enough to find their videos. Thank you for inspiring me, pushing me, and encouraging me. Thank you for being so kind to my baby brother at last year’s VidCon (his picture is at the very end. It’s blurry AF but you get the picture). He got the best group hug he’s ever gotten in his life. I write this now as a 22 year old with an office job in programming but spends most of her free time during the day at her desk writing, reading scripts, editing scripts, planning camera shots, you name it. I’m gonna make sure to eat shrimp scampi at some point soon to commemorate. And then I will make you proud one day. 

Godspeed.

Sincerely,

Lindsay

[deadend-wonderland]

Daisies 1975 Matte Pantone Plants Lace Sunrise Overalls Pastel Messy bun White bed sheets Old books Eyes 11:11 Painting Lightning Thunder Clouds Coffee

thank you!! <3

daisies: what is the greatest accomplishment of your life? Probably being valedictorian of my class and starting college with 27 hours done tbh 

1975: what is the first happy memory that comes to mind, recent or otherwise?the most recent one is tonight with @wethatonekid, @deactiactive, and my little at huddle house after a stressful day

matte: if you knew that in one year you would die suddenly, would you change anything about the way you are now living? I’d probably speak my mind more when people hurt me and start calling shitty people out for their shit, but id also get the fuck away from this place where i could call people out on their shit. i wouldn’t want to live the last year of my life here

pantone: describe a person close to your life in detail.shes “the petty bitch who said she’d be there for the both of us who became my best friend” @wethatonekid

plants: pick a person to stargaze with you and explain why you picked themprobs @deactiactive bc he would try to find dicks in the stars and let me leave after like 15 minutes bc my attention span is shot

lace: when was your last 3am conversation with someone, and who were they to you?@deactiactive and it was one of us being a sad mess idr which one, probably me lol

sunrise: pick a quote and describe what it means to you personally.all of my “quotes” are song lyrics and i dont wanna be “that guy” lol

overalls: what would you do with one billion dollars?get the fuck out of here, buy a bunch of makeup, try to figure out what i really want to do with my life, probs some illegal shit tbh

pastel: would you describe yourself as more punk or pastel?it lit depends on whose personality ive stolen that day lol

messy bun: the world is listening. pick one sentence you would tell them.Outlawing abortions will not stop abortions from happening! 

white bed sheets: what is your night time routine?every other day: wash my hair, wash my face, overnight face moisterizer, change shirts (or not, if it was a bum day), scroll through tumblr, put on a SourceFed Table Talk video to listen to while i go to sleep

old books: what’s one thing you don’t want your parents to know?how much i actually fucking hate myself lolol

eyes: pick five people to go on an excursion with you. who would you pick and where would you go/what would you do?first of all, i def read that as “exorcism” at first. okay, well, excursion implies a short trip, I’d bring Goodwin, Ana, my little, my adopt-a-big, and my friend Jesse, and maybe like a day trip to Atlanta and just go to the safeish parts of the city idk i dont really have anything “excursion” planned

11:11: name three wishes and why you wish for them.to get both internships i plan on applying for bc duhto get my dream job at the UN bc duhfor everyone whose ever hurt me to feel how they made me feel but its caused by me bc duh

painting: what is the best halloween costume you have ever put together? if none, make one up.when i was four, my mom handmade a costume of Blossom from the Powerpuff Girls. If i can find a picture, i’ll add it

lightning: what’s the worst thing you’ve ever done while drunk or high?i’ve done a lot of shitty things while drunk lol uh probs makeout with one of my friends right after he broke up with a mutual friend but the worst part is i dont even remember how i got there 

thunder: what’s one thing you would never do for one million dollars?idk theres a lot of things i wouldnt do

clouds: if you’re a boy, would you ever rock black nail polish? if you’re a girl, would you ever rock really really short hair?im a girl, and i had short hair when i was seven and i hated it. i couldn’t do it just bc my hair is such a weird coping mechanism for me lol

coffee: what’s your starbucks order, and who would you trust to order for you, if anyone?cold: a smore frappucino. hot: a mocha with almond milk. and i trust @wethatonekid with my order bc we have to go get coffee lit every day this month to survive 

[trevorcolins]

are u ok with people choosing the same things as u did for the sp7 meme? because I also want to do sourcefed is cancelled and akrasia. i feel like id end up using a lot of the same shots as u did and i dont wanna copy u

tbh dude just go for it. like unless you’re openly plagiarizing/using my gifs or steven himself is like ‘don’t… don’t gif or edit this episode’, there’s really nothing stopping you from making the edits. ik akrasia is like one of the more popular eps and a known favorite so repeats are bound to happen. Just go for it, dude, like, I don’t own the video, so have fun with the challenge. Trust me, I’ve seen similar gifs abt the same thing from extra life and no one’s like ‘hey you know this other person giffed that thing right’ so there’s nothing wrong abt same shots. Also more gifs abt sp7 vids would be like, uber great.

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