#also its finally out xmas break :3

[romihearts]

fellow filo spotted.

HEAR ME OUT... Malleus x Filipino!GN!Reader and they are just exchanging things about their languages and cultures !! Very heavy fluff (+is it possible if its pre relationship)

talk that talk ! ┊ft. malleus draconia

synopsis. with every second of your voice that he hears, he falls more and more into your love.

content. gn reader, intended lowercase, there are some parts which are filipino but i'll provide a translation

her notes. HAIAIAI omg filipino twstie also this will mostly focus more on the reader because i dont really know much about the languages malleus speaks so 😓😓 also ill be talking more abt christmas traditon here ?

your lulling voice could be heard around his room as you rambled away with the various traditions of your culture, especially during christmas.

"..oh and we have this thing called simbang gabi where you go to church every night for nine dayes before christmas! and they say if you complete all nine nights you get to make a wish!"

hearing that, malleus thought to himself, if he did that would his wish of making you his come true?

unbeknownst to you, malleus has been pining after you for quite a long while. maybe it's the way you continue to spend time with him or maybe it's the way he adores your hard work but nevertheless he simply is enamoured by you.

seeing you talk about your culture makes him fall even deeper. hearing you just talk about anything makes him feel calm.

"then during those nights they sell these treats called puto bumbong and bibingka around the churches and they're so good!" malleus answered back with an intrigued 'really?' wanting to hear more.

"oh, oh, and we also have this decoration called parol! it's really enchanting to see, they're stars hung around." malleus continued to nod his head, enjoying the time with you.

"well, how about your language?" he questioned.

"i mean, filipino is our national language." you answered while malleus urged more questions, like asking to know some phrases.

"phrases? the most common one i can think of is, mahal kita which means i love you. and you use kamusta as a greeting."

that one phrase, with two words repeated in his head. mahal kita.

he wants to say it to you soon, to confess would be his wish.

[cloveroctobers]

DECEMBER PROMPTS 🧊 — 3. MICHAEL “MIKEY” BERZATTO

A/N: I want to attempt to make this a bit lighter but with the way the bear is set up? Happiness is a process. 🥂 Also this takes place BEFORE 7 fishes? Maybe a year or two prior, so thats probably six or seven years ago from now? The timeline isn’t overly important with this show so whatever your brain feels is cool with me! Also decided to do this in headcanon/note form this time around because things are definitely about to get hectic for me. Merry Christmas Eve or Happy Holidays to you all! 🫶🏽 hope its filled with nothing but greatness + all things that are lovely and not chaos.

PROMPTS ARE FROM HERE + I’m using: SCENARIO — 4.) Decorating the tree + DIALOGUE — 2.) “You know what they say, don’t eat yellow snow.”

<- read my previous December anthology prompt here.

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Michael Berzatto always loved cold weather and sure his birthday happened to always fall on a brutal cold day… he always put more effort into everyone else’s.

It’s something he’s always done and maybe it had to do with his childhood where most birthdays his own parents forgot about it, treating it as any other day because that’s simply how they viewed their own and wouldn’t even get him a card at least.

He grew up fast and pushed those terrible feelings as far down as they could go and focused on caring for everyone else.

Lucky for him, he had his younger siblings that always managed to put a smile on his face, showing him that they wouldn’t ever forget

and a shit eating grin would also appear thanks to his best friend Richie who always showed up with packs of beer and encouragement to head out to a strip joint but somehow Tiffany always figured out that plan!

a gallon of warmth poured into his chest when you would call him at midnight or the break of dawn, wanting to be the first to send him well wishes for another year.

You were always something special to Michael.

Which is why on the morning of November 15th, he showed up to your place, just to tell you later that you were going tree hunting while he went down to Chicagoland to get the rest of his hours in.

He heard how bummed out you were about your boyfriend not being in town (yet again) to go get a tree for the place you moved into back in July.

Michael didn’t particularly hate the guy but he also felt like he didnt care enough as much as he should with someone like you.

He was always elsewhere and Michael was just praying that he didn’t ask you to marry him and call it selfish but he didn’t see a glimmer in your eyes when you looked at the guy.

Michael felt like you two were just dating out of convenience—until you both found better, which YOU would but you didn’t seem to see that.

Which of course sparked arguments and the guy walked in on that argument, demanding to know what was going on and you didn’t want to escalate the situation so you sent a warning glance for Michael not to take it there.

He never listened.

A ban from the house was laughable to Michael because who tf did this guy think he was to tell him to stay away from his best friend’s house? He maybe “the man,” of the house but he wasn’t man enough to love you. You have to show you care in a relationship and put in the work and this guy wasn’t it. You were an after thought and that pissed Michael off.

and he didn’t give a shit if the guy was 6’6 and built like a linebacker, it was fair game in mike’s eyes! Michael would say what he felt and he was super protective over you—which you appreciated but not in that moment.

Before hands could ever go flying and out of the respect he has for you, he said his peace and left the home—since thats what you wanted…with the both of you not speaking for a week—which was painful.

And also painful to Richie’s ears because Mikey wouldn’t shut up about it!

You as a topic? Was never on the low.

“Are you finally gonna admit to the audience that you’re sweet on them, Mikey Boy!?” The amusement was clear in Richie’s piercing blues and Michael was tempted to smack it right off.

“Shut your mouth and get back to work, ya bastard!”

Michael knew the guy talked shit about him behind his back but regardless Michael was in your life WAAAY before this guy was even a factor! He wasn’t going anywhere,, unless you told him to but he hoped that never happened.

Your boyfriend didn’t like how you kept Michael around but he knew how to put on a mask too, being a FBI agent and all that, which means he was hardly around anyway so…that gave Michael more time with you in the end, which definitely made your boyfriend more irritated when he bothered to check in from work!

Michael found it funny that your boyfriend thought he was doing something by flying back to Indiana with you to spend (the controversial holiday) thanksgiving with your dad, step-mother, and half-siblings just to disappear again into his work as soon as the both of you returned to chicago.

While he was off on a case, Michael was there taking on the failed promises, which included: tree shopping.

Having a hybrid schedule, working as a publisher and just starting a meeting with a client, you were caught off guard the morning Michael greeted you on your front steps on HIS birthday.

He was all grins and barely in the appropriate wear for the approaching winter but fr! a hoe never gets cold you know? “You asked what i feel like doing for my birthday, right sweetheart? Spending it with you doll face and gettin’ us a tree, how’s that sound?”

You can can barely get any words out due to being on a call but a sweet smile that actually matched your eyes was enough confirmation—although it was on the tip of your tongue to argue, Michael took that to his advantage that you couldn’t in that moment.

Which didn’t mean you wouldn’t hammer him with texts a little later—but Michael sucked at texting so your attempts would probably go unseen anyway.

It was around six, you just got off thirty minutes ago and went to freshen up, ready to text Michael when he’s already at your door, keys in hand, shining teeth of a smile, your favorite sandwich in hand: a wrapped Porchetta, chicken parm, or a caprese sandwich (if you don’t eat meat) ready for you to eat on the go, since the farm closes at eight-thirty and the drives about thirty to forty-five minutes depending on the traffic…

Michael’s got terrible road rage and hates traffic but you’re not the best driver when the sky falls so you have no choice this evening but…he’s at ease with you on the passenger side.

He’s telling you entertaining stories as you eat and when you’re done, he’s asking for your review—although it’s your favorite sandwich so of course it’s going to be highly rated! but he just likes to hear you talk about the things you enjoy

he’s interested in your day since your work days are completely different and he’s not afraid to give his opinions if the author you’re working with sounds like an asshole.

Shopping with you can sometimes take forever but Michael doesn’t seem to mind. If you’re looking for the perfect tree, even if it’s ugly as hell, you’re gonna get the damn tree.

He’s used to artificial trees because the real one his family had after he just turned fifteen, his ma threw a lit cigarette at once, unbeknownst to the rest of the berzatto family, almost burning it to a crisp as she whipped around to yell at a seven year old Sugar about something, so his dad swore off “spending his hard earned money for Donna to ruin,” leaving Michael to stop looking forward to Christmas trees

Yet he was here on his birthday with you, happy to be here and help you find whatever you needed.

“What about that one?” You pointed at what would probably be the eighth one, if Michael thought to keep count.

He can’t help it—

He glances over his shoulders and scowls, “looks like uncle Lee, fucking balding in the middle.”

“Michael!”

“Wha? Am I wrong?! I’m just sayin, sweetheart…if you love that one, I’ll like it.” Michael raised his hands in surrender while you huffed, rolled your eyes and spun on your flats, diving in between a row of fully stocked trees.

Eventually you find a wide white spruce tree that the both you felt strongly about to bring back home

and the man is willing to throw his back out for you, getting it up your steep front steps, not allowing you to help him one bit, which is frustrating for you ofc.

Once positioned in your living room, just the way you want it, Michael wipes the back of his hand against his forehead dramatically.

“What would you like to drink?”

“I’m fine. Just gonna get some air, then when I get back we’ll discuss when you want to decorate it, yeah?”

You shake your head at Michael while he heads back to the front of the house through the screened in entrance before entering November’s air.

When he’s taking longer than expected, you go hunting for him just to flail around on some black ice after stepping down from the last step but manage to somewhat catch yourself on the railing.

Thankful for a bruise rather than a broken tailbone, you curse to yourself as the throbbing pain shoots down your femur.

And surely, Michael fucking berzatto appears from the shadows to assist you, “hey! whatcha doin’ down there?”

“I slipped on some stupid black ice…where were you?”

“You sure it wasn’t the yellow snow?”

“The what?” You exasperate as Michael guides you to your feet.

Michael points at the spot to the right of your front lawn and you scowl as he says, “you know what they say, don’t eat yellow snow!”

He laughs but stops short as you cut your eyes at him, “did you come out here to piss on my lawn when there’s two bathroom’s inside?”

Michael scoffs, “don’t go pointin’ fingers at me because you busted your ass. That ain’t my fault babe and you know I wouldn’t do that! I told you that was Richie’s drunk ass.”

Sighing you rub at your sore thigh, “I still owe him a kick in the ass for that.”

“Yeah you do,” Michael smirks as the both of you move to head back inside, “despite that, it was good house warming.”

You nod as you’re back inside the warmth of your new home and rest against the couch while Michael’s back to analyzing the tree you picked. “Hey, I’ve got you something.”

Michael shakes his head although a twitch of a grin is there,“I told you that you didn’t need to get me anything.”

“Shush,” you held up your hand at the man who raised his brows at you, “it’s nothing crazy but it’s in the fridge.”

He sighs at you but goes to your bright yellow kitchen nonetheless. Michael always gets caught up standing in your kitchen, just imagining all the meals he could get up to in here since it seems so bright and welcoming yet empty.

You were more of a breakfast person which is why he was always down to go to diners because of you, whereas he was more a lunch person because of his old man, hence why Chicagoland was a deli spot but Michael was okay with shifting his ways for you.

When he opens your fridge, he scans through it, easily picking up on what items belongs to your macho boyfriend and scoffs to himself before spotting a medium sized box tucked in the back of the fridge.

“Did you find it, Mikey?” You call out to your friend who latches onto the box, kneeing the fridge closed before making his way back into the living room.

He plops down on the couch next to you, eyeing you while you smile over at him patiently waiting.

“Here goes nothing,” Michael quietly says before pulling the top back to eye the mold of the zuccotto, “…you fucking didn’t.”

“I did,” you nod before explaining, “I thought about making one but I also didn’t want to disappoint you and then I remembered you’ve been wanting to try that bakery that’s here on my side of town, so I made a call and hope you like it.”

Michael swallows the lump in his throat at the gesture. He can’t remember the last time someone’s got him a cake but this wasn’t just some simple task. This was important because this means you listened.

You listened to how he told you that his nonna used to call him, “pumpkin bear,” because he was chunky and the shade of a Orange left in the sunlight fresh out the womb and that she made the best zuccotto he’s ever had and never tried anyone else’s since she’s passed.

Not even his ma could touch his nonna’s but he would never tell the woman that!

“The bakery’s a combined Italian-French place which they don’t really advertise until you’re actually inside but the little elderly lady who made it was the cutest thing and I thought you’d probably trust her.”

“I wanna kiss you on the mouth, you’re so good to me, you have no idea!” Michael pointed at you, voice thick with emotion.

This may seem small to any other but it really meant a lot and you could sense that as Michael gripped your hand to squeeze and press kisses to. “Happy birthday, Mikey.” You whisper.

Michael groans as he pinched the corners of his wet eyes for a moment, “I love you, you know?”

“I love you back,” you smile, “now can we try!?”

“Hell yeah we can but I get first bite this time.”

“I guess…it is your birthday after all.” You wink.

The taste test was so worth it, to the point Michael made it his mission to go meet the elderly woman down at her bakery during one of his breaks from the restaurant.

He shared kind words and got to know Giuseppina or “Josy,” up until the point they actually became friendly with Josy sending her husband Charles over to try what Chicagoland had to offer as well.

He had you to thank for that, reminding him of the good in his life, even what once was.

It isnt until the first week of December when Michael comes around again to decorate your tree.

“What the hell happened?” Michael quizzes you when he spots you with a brace taking up a huge portion of your thigh.

Guess that makes sense why you took so long to get the door.

You sigh, “hello to you too, Mike. Care to come in?”

“Yeah, yeah. Hi.” Michael greets, gripping your hip and pressing a kiss to your cheek before stepping into the too warm house.

You tell him you slipped again and that resulted into a bruised bone, which is less severe than a fracture and something you can heal at home with ice, and meds you wouldn’t be taking—so you’re just taking it easy.

“Why hasn’t inspector gadget put down any salt yet?” Michael commented as he shoved his thin jacket into the small closet tucked in the corner of the living room.

You have your oddly placed fireplace lit and boxes everywhere to dig through.

Sighing you plop back on the couch, “He’s busy but he brought up the decorations from the basement and I can do the salt myself.”

“Oh yeah? Why haven’t you?”

“…it’s cold.”

Michael fans his hands at you, “newsflash babe, we’re in Chicago not Kansas or wherever the hell he’s from and after we’re done tackling this tree, I’m gonna fix it.”

“Mikey—

“Did you hear what I said?”

The look he sent you with his dark eyes made you mold your lips together and cross your arms before you pushed off the couch to head over to a few of the boxes.

Michael does the honors of playing some Motown Christmas music on your tv to fill the tension, but he wouldn’t apologize for looking out for you.

The bare minimum when it comes to your boyfriend doesn’t impress him, not one bit and although you didn’t like and told Michael that you didn’t like him dragging your man, you couldn’t change Michael’s mind about him at all!

He was gonna hurt you and Michael was waiting for the asshole to just rip the band aid off or when you woke up and dumped him yourself.

Michael knew you had it in you and knew you deserved better than to just settle for what looks good on paper.

The smooth deep growl of Marvin Gaye singing, “I want to come home for Christmas,” (I heavily stand on the fact that Marvin Gaye is one of Michael’s favorite singers!) filled your home as the both of you went through the boxes, picking out your decor that brought all sorts of feelings to your frame.

You reminisced about what your life was and if your dad still had any of your old ornaments you made as a child, knowing your mother would have and what your life could be as you took your side of the tree, placing ornaments up as Michael hummed to the music.

The both of you worked in silence which wasn’t the usual although Michael was much louder than you, being quiet wasn’t the norm of your friendship.

And it wasn’t because of what Michael said to you, you weren’t that sensitive—it was you getting in your head about the holidays.

About your dad, step-mom, and siblings deciding not to speed Christmas with you like originally planned because they were going on a cruise and the possibility of your boyfriend traveling to freaking Europe around that time for work made you think about the upcoming loneliness

Yes you had another friend outside of Michael but it was just this odd feeling that you didn’t particularly want to define or gave much thought about until now…

“Hey, stop thinkin’ so hard and just be here with me, huh? Your favorite person on the planet.” Michael calls over the music, after catching you staring up at the length of the tree with one ornament still in your hand.

When your eyes meet his and that famous grin stretched over his features, you roll your eyes once you realized what he said, bringing you back into the spirit and moved around the living room in search of your stool.

Michael holds the stool until your comfortably on it before moving one hand to the small of your back to keep you stable.

When you glance back at him you state, “how do you know?”

“Know what?”

“You’re my favorite person when there’s a billion people in this place?”

“Ah, It’s all over your face! You know how they say heart on your sleeve? Well in your case, it’s on your face.” Michael comments as he holds your stare before you slowly get down to be face to face with him, “and don’t you worry, you’re mine too.” 🥹🥹🥹

You pat his jaw, “damn straight, baby. And don’t you forget it.”

“Never will,” Michael chuckles, “do I get to do the honors of putting up the star?”

You plop down on the couch, digging through what’s left in the box you were working on, “we don’t have a star.”

“…Run that by me again?” Michael turns to you.

You nod, “we wanted to do something…less traditional and it was between either a bow or what he went for…a stag.”

Michael eyes the topper and scowls as he reaches for the cream deer head, “im gonna keep my mouth shut on this one.”

“Thank you.”

“welcome.”

after awhile, Michael finds his way collapsed next to you eyeing the tree as the both of you sip at some cranberry punch you made the other day, eyeing some rosemary you had floating through it.

“It actually turned out pretty, no?” You ask, shoulder to shoulder with the bearded man.

Michael sips from the mason jar and savors the earthy tangy flavor, “best lookin’ tree I’ve ever seen!”

Resting your head against Michael’s shoulder you take in the scenery, feeling a little less alone as Michael’s lips peck your brow, reminding you that it’s best to hold onto what you have, rather than what you don’t. 

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read my final ~5 days of Xmas~ anthology prompt here.

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under the mistletoe

✎ night raven housewardens x gn! reader

|| includes : riddle roseheart, leona kingscholar, azul ashengrotto

|| fluff

✎ manager's note : ho ho ho~ merry Xmas everybody! if you thot santa was coming to deliver you presents, welp, you’re wrong! you’re stuck with me being your gift giver heheh~ but i hope you all enjoy these short scenarios i hv crafted <3

✦˚ riddle :

“w-what.. in.. queen’s name..”

christmas within heartslabyul is as followed according to the book of ‘the queen’s rules’ like any other event held inside its walls. preparations were coming in steadily; roses dusting in red and white, creases ceasing to exist on any laid checkered tablecloth. everything was perfect.. except a certain shrub hanging on top of the gates towards the main garden.

in riddle’s defence he had kept his tone quite mellow by the standard of trey and carter, but overtime that patience drew thin and his urge release his anger came in due time. panic settled in, deuce alongside carter was scrabbling for answer as trey booked it for riddle’s side; ace, on the other hand, also left in a state of shock had calmed down when eyes noticed you and grim trailing from behind, yet dread shot back up when remember the mistletoe above the warden’s head.

had noticing the commotion, you and grim stood in confusion till you eyed up certain specks of white looming over your head. thinking not much of it, you ducked back down towards riddle, who in turn, had been screaming his lungs out; carefully you leaned in and pressed your lips against his heated cheek before parting and leading grim and yourself into the garden.

let’s just say your ‘christmas gift’ to the young tyrant left him [and everyone else] completely speechless.

✦˚ leona :

“a warning, mutt, don’t do.. that again-”

parties were never the prince’s thing; the noise and ruckus was an absolute headache to deal with. on nights like these, he’d sneak his ways inside the school’s botanical garden, going unnoticed, to take a quick cat nap till ruggie barges in to wake him up. yet, this christmas, instead of awaking to his fellow vice, he was met with a certain herbivore asking for trouble.

you had heard news of savanaclaw’s christmas party and was even personally invited by jack himself to join in. truly, you had expected munching down on local foods and drinks not a steak out mission to lure mr kingscholar back to his dormitory yet you still begrudgingly agreed on earning a favor from ruggie. it had took you a millennia to reach the tops of the glass dome, having slipped several times and bruising your skin [even leaving scars and gashes].

looking up and down the place, you finally found the precious prince laying below from shaded trees. taking advice from his literal caretaker, you shuffled into the greenery, only standing a foot away from stomping on the feline. it was then sparkles of white under the moonlight caught your attention. noticing the branches filled with mistletoe above you had your face burning red. not wanting to follow along with tradition yet needing someway to wake the sleeping lion..

..you drew closer, pecking the tip of his nose, in turn, eyes fluttered in irritation yet on closer inspection, a light hint of red dusts his cheeks.

✦˚ azul :

“you were close, but.. not close enough~”

despite the jolly season, floyd had been whining non-stop since winter break, his bored had taken quite the toll on his mood that even jade felt that nothing could be done about it yet with remember a certain shrimpy that was also stuck within their dorms, he decided to devise some plan to make his holiday a little worth wild.

he had been skimming through some of his brother’s ‘about nature’ books he kept around their room when he stumbled upon a weed that landfolk had held a tradition against. if the flora is hung over two individuals’ heads, they were made to exchange an quick intimate moment on the lips; with knowing about your little crush on his housewarden, why wouldn’t he take advantage of that and cause some chaos fun for his own entertainment.

and so he decided the best plan of action was strapping some on azul’s private room within the lounge before rushing to pay you a little visit. you hesitantly took his suggestion of a game, since you and grim were growing fairly weary as winter break went on. both of you travelling your ways into the almost empty mostro lounge with having you knocking on azul’s door to call him out. with a creak, azul greeted you yet as you were ready to accept your fate, a finger laid on your lips..

and before long a kiss was felt on your rosy cheeks..

[aprincessnotaqueen]

Get to know me!

Thanks for the tag @the-type-a​ !!

🖌 - Do you have/want any tattoos?

I have 8 tattoos! My first one matching with @peoniequeen 💕 we got the date we met in roman numerals when we were on holiday in New Zealand, it’s on my left forearm just below the elbow. My second is the planets (including Pluto obvs!) which is just below the numerals on my left forearm. My third is on the inside of my right ankle, it’s an open book. Fourth is on the side of my right wrist so its in line with my pinky finger if that makes sense? It’s an infinity sign with 3 hearts, this one is for my mother who said if she ever got a tattoo that is the one she would get but she hates tattoos so I got it instead! Fifth and sixth I got at the same time, I have the word DREAM is Disney font and its on the side of my left wrist, then the Deathly Hallows symbol on inner left ankle. Number seven is on the back of my left forearm in a line going up from the elbow, it’s of the phases on the moon. And finally my latest tattoo I got on my birthday last year, it’s the Pisces constellation on the back of my left arm just above the elbow. 

I have 5 on my left arm and only 1 on my right and I definitely need to rectify this 😂

💚 - What’s your favourite colour?

Blue 💙

🍕 - What’s the last thing you ate?

Just had steak 🤤

🕰 - What time is it where you are rn?

8:09pm

🌟 - What is your zodiac sign?

Pisces sun! I know my moon and rising are Pisces and Libra but I can never remember which way round they are 😂

🌍 - What is your favourite accent?

Uhhhh I have no ideas?

⚡️ - Do you have any scars?

Nothing of note. I have some chicken pox scars on my face? I have a tiny little line on the side of my finger?

🌺 - What’s your MBTI type?

INFP

🥀 - Favourite animated movie?

How To Train Your Dragon 💕

📺 - Favourite show?

Shows I could watch on repeat are: Brooklyn 99, Agents of Shield, Umbrella Academy, One Day At A Time, Derry Girls, Sex Education.

😂 - Are you ticklish?

A little? I used to be ticklish when I was younger but I kinda grew out of it.

💍 - Do you ever want to get married?

I do not. 

😳 - Do you like your name?

I hated it when I was younger, it’s very common, but I’ve grown to like it more recently.

💙 - What colour is your bedroom?

It is blue and cream.

🤓 - How did you get your name?

The story I’ve been told, my mam was watching TV one day and a little girl with blonde hair and blue eyes came on and her name was Chloe.

🎓 - When did/do you graduate?

I never went to university so never?

Sometimes I’m sad I never went but my life is on a different path and I need to be oky with that.

🍄 - Do you have/want any piercings?

I have had my firsts and seconds both done twice, then on my right ear I have my mid helix pierced. I used to have my upper helix pierced as well but it didn’t heal properly, I was in agony all the time with it so I let it heal over but I’ve wrecked myself because the skin is tinted black where it was and I have a lump in the back of my ear I suspect when the cartilage was pushed around.

👀 - What colour are your eyes?

Blue!

👱🏻‍♀️ - What is your go to hairstyle?

I straighten it mostly these days, leaving it down.

🥂 - Have you ever drank underage?

A little bit. I was never a big drinker, I would drink a little bit around 15/16 because my friends were but it wasn’t serious, no hard alcohol. Then I had a bit of a mental break in 2018 and started drinking properly then, but I was 23 by that point 😂

🍾 - Have you ever gotten drunk?

Yuuuuup. I’ve never blacked out but my worst was the work xmas party of 2021, where I vommed all over the club toilets and then took a nap on the floor outside the taxi rank (who also wouldn’t let me in a taxi because I also got vom on my dress!). After that I couldn’t even walk down the alcohol aisle in Tesco for 2 months without feeling sick 😂

😱 - What’s your biggest fear?

Spiders have always terrified me but my fear has been getting much better in the last few years. My fear of heights is getting stronger though 👀

🥵 - Would you rather be too hot or too cold?

Too cold. Can always bundle up!

🌦 - What’s your favourite weather?

Warm enough I have the option of wearing a dress or shorts but not hot enough that I’m melting.

🍂 - What’s your favourite season?

Autumn!

🐷 - What’s your favourite animal?

Cats. 

🐶 - Do you have any pets?

A cat, Gizzy 💕

😴 - What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep?

About 48hrs. It was one of the years we did a coach trip to Disneyland Paris, was exhausting but so worth it.

🎨 - Any hobbies?

I’d love to say reading and writing but I’m too tired for hobbies 😭😂

🛩 - If travelling was free, where’s the first place you’d go?

Back to New Zealand, I cannot express my love enough 💕

🎇 - What’s your most searched thing on Google?

Usually dumb questions 😂

📱 - Favourite app on your phone?

Other than Tumblr, probably Spotify

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I wish I was a country girl but I am a city girl all the way!

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[optimus-preema]

16.12.22

Finally started my xmas break!!! I'm finally able to get 4+ hrs of sleep which is amazing considering how bad my sleep schedule used to be.

I have 4 assignments due on the 27th Jan and they're not even the easy ones. I had 3 assignments due today which I submitted on Wednesday which were relatively easy but also kinda difficult cuz I hate writing or talking about myself.

All the upcoming assignments are essay based which I HATE!!! So now I am trying to plan it all ahead of time because I don't want to be completing shit last minute. I also started planning what to study because I need to catch up on everything before Term 2 starts.

In terms of genshin, I still haven't got scara yet but I have got faruzan but idk how I want to play her yet. My tartag is now sub-DPS level which makes me so happy and the event so far been fun. But the weapon we got was kinda bad but its fine because I enjoy collecting things so it does work in my favour. Though I wish we got a stronger weapon in terms of its base ATK.

The year is almost over so I've been thinking about the different goals I am setting for 2023. I'll probably start sharing them here and maybe making a new notion page about it so keep an eye out ig?

[that-kid89]

03.26.2024

numb the pain. <- song of my day

but like a happy day for me? tbh definitely ended on more of high note, a spark of hope after being unemployed for a week now.

i feel like i could write 15 sentences at the same time right now.

madness, insanity, sickness, disturbed, panic.

ecstasy, highs, journeys, toys, wanderlust.

modest, numb, emotional, passive.

literally just writing random words that pop in my head. feels like gonzo clarity. check me if it's narcissism. too much pride.

daily average for screen time on my iphone is 3.5 hours for the 3 days this week.

read and skimmed all the back to my opener post. i initially felt bad, sad, and let down. reading my thoughts of love for heather, but more so my feelings towards my self. talking to myself in this blog, scolding him nearly. listing my needs and realizing where i sit that i made not one attempt at getting those things. were they really needs or just fantasies though.

kinda feelin like fuck all that shit. maybe its the beers and esteem boost from my first hearing back on one the applications i sent out in the last 7 days.

whats always wild to me, is how i can drift off into my dreams, when i'm awake. the rare night where i just daydream and not even sleep. its so crazy to me, and i dont recall talking about that seriously with someone. wish i did with heather. but also the stimulation i get from twist my hair into knots. sometimes it hurts so good. but i get mad when it's really knotted, and i gotta rip it apart, usually with hair being ripped out. insane.

talking about today now. woke up late, but earlier than i thought after falling asleep around 3am. tried not to drink but caved last night and had a few swigs of casamigos followed by a lovely beer. technically counts as today! well i suppose only the events beginning at 12:00am. fuck it, yeah so i woke up, and funny i keep checking my phone for all kinds of notifications. first thing i read was a message from christian on insta about the boat hitting the bridge in baltimore. this is recent to the mass shooting in russia, god damn dark news. still seeing a bunch of posts about necann. i'm glad i've been to events, but felt i had no place going this year. i don't think i've been when working in the industry, but definitely when i was younger. took a much needed shower today and trimmed up. then went to whole foods and petco. nearly bought the exact same things from each store, from i got yesterday. took the amg out though, and always get excited to drive that beast. let it warm up right, cold start was rowdy as always. deffs got some good pops and bangs. fuckin car is so quick too, and so exhilarating. however i did get this great beer as well called "termination". spent a lot of time looking at crafties to get, and ultimately chose this one although it being a triple ipa. 10% abv and damnnnn smooth. i'm on my second one tonight. sipping out the duvel big round chalice that i got from an xmas yankee swap one year. but anyway, getting a hit back on an application from only yesterday was an esteem boost. seems like a company tha could really use my help, and that they'll have a lot of work cut out for me. falling in love a bit quick as i do my homework on them. keeping in my mind that its only a teams meeting planned for next week but was still the first i've heard in a week. this last week has felt like freedom. but also emptiness. i do miss my last job, and still trying to get a good understanding of how it ended. but it feels a lot like the lat time heather and i broke up. i had reached my breaking points with them months ago, and never recovered. but they cite a recent mishandling of a heroin related customer incident at the store, which i can see how they perceive as mishandling, but damn it really felt good to get fired. i just walked out they of my term. instant relief, not much to finalize with them either. anyway

running out of steam with my writing. im glad i did. btw, song of the day came from nowhere. i somehow had the song stuck in the head, and i searched a rough idea of the lyrics with xxxtentacion and nailed it. i've had it on repeat all day since. had it on loop in the car, and had it on loop during this whole session. a classic way i've listened to my favorite x songs, a repetitive lyric design with just guitar chords or sample. feel like he's here with me, just sharing his emotions with me.

came to love his music after a distinct memory of mine, being when i shurgged off his death as i read him to be an abuser in his relationship. came to realize he had remorse in his actions, and was on a mission that i never would found out myself. this girl told me he was one of her favs, and that's when i got into him. his music still took time to grow on me, but ive now listened to most of his music, and i think all of his albums, all the way through, multiple times. 17, ?, skins, bad vibes forever, and some of his early stuff from mixtapes and singles. but yeah, quite a learning and growing experience. ending sentences on the 4 beat, or like a significant strum or beat, just feels so good.

rest in peace jahseh.

thank you for helping me open up my mind in so many ways.

here's to me, and the life i've lived and will continue to complete. excited to see where life takes me. for now, a nostalgic night of no responsibilities, weed and beer.

signing off.

[motherjoel]

hot cocoa (spencer reid x reader)

summary: spencer accidentally spills some of penelopes famous hot cocoa onto a beautiful stranger in the airport (who just so happens to be sitting next to him on the plane)

a/n: this one takes place during the holidays but its not all about xmas! also i tried to make this gender neutral and i think it is but if i missed something let me know

wc: 2.2k

warnings/includes: reader curses a lot & has flight anxiety, spencer is awkward and sweet

-

Spencer was rarely late- even when he had food poisoning from some bad chinese food, he made it into work with time to spare. Sure, he might have turned green at the sight of the evidence board, but he even made it to the trash can in time. His punctuality had come into question today, however, as he booked it to the boarding area. I shouldn’t have let Garcia distract me, he thought back to the holiday party at the office. Well, surprise party- they had all returned from a case sore and exhausted, but of course Penelope had baked an entire array of cookies and decorated the office to the brim. He stayed for one cup of hot cocoa, which turned into three, and before he knew it, his flight was an hour away. With his travel mug filled with cocoa in hand, he awkwardly ran through the airport to catch his flight home to Vegas.

Spencer never considered himself a coordinated person- sure, he had to have a certain level of finesse to be an FBI agent, but if he wasn’t a genius he never would have passed the physical. So when he found himself tripping over his own feet in the middle of an airport, he wasn’t as much surprised as he was perturbed. That annoyance soon shifted into pure embarrassment when he looked up to see you- the ethereal being he had just spilled Penelope’s famous hot cocoa onto. The beautiful person whose “I <3 DC” sweatshirt was now stained an unattractive shade of brown. His mind went completely blank in that moment, the apology he had wished to conjure up lying dead on his tongue. As he began to stammer in shock he stopped in his tracks- you were laughing. A noise Spencer swears could find world peace and end world hunger. A voice that finally encouraged Spencer to find his own.

“I am so sorry,” he apologized, hands frantically flying to his personal pack of tissues he kept in his bag. You continued to laugh, doubled over as you accepted the wad of tissues.

“Oh, it's okay,” you said, taking a deep breath. “God, I definitely seem insane. Sorry, I’ve just been having one hell of a shitty day,” you began to explain, confusing Spencer even more. “So my boyfriend breaks up with me the morning of my flight across the country, which I’m running a bit late for,” you continued, glancing at your watch. “But I have to go home for the holidays of course so I pack my shit and head out anyway, but I forget a sweatshirt! I’m freezing cold so I buy this overpriced ugly thing,” you gestured to your now-stained sweatshirt. “Only for you to spill your…” you sniffed the mess, “hot cocoa?” you questioned, Spencer nodded frantically, “all over it. I guess that's one way of warming up,” you huffed. 

“Wow, I- um, I don’t really know what to say. I’m really sorry about your day being bad. And for spilling my drink on you, of course, um,” he reached into his suitcase and pulled out his backup cardigan. “Here, take this,” he said, almost shoving the knitwear into your hands. “Please, it’s the least I can do,” he said, unintentionally flashing what Prentiss called his “puppy dog eyes.” He exhaled in relief as you grabbed the sweater from him, sliding off your stained hoodie and replacing it with his soft and coffee-scented cardigan. 

“Thanks. And I’m sorry for dumping my days' trauma on you, but I really do have a flight to catch, so,” you gestured towards the boarding area (which just so happened to be his designated boarding area). You rushed off to board the plane after giving him a tight-lipped smile and a soft wave, leaving him in a dazed state. Breaking out of his trance, he grabbed his suitcase and continued his beeline towards the plane. 

There was something about you that stuck with Spencer- although it may not have been your proudest moment, he was incredibly intrigued by you and the way you reacted to disaster. Spencer had seen his fair share of terrible coping mechanisms, but the way you laughed in the face of tragedy was something he admired- envied, almost. Envy wasn’t the right word for it, there were no negative connotations he associated with the way he felt about you. Perhaps it was too soon to tell.

He breathed a sigh of relief as he stepped onto the plane, the anxiety of missing his flight finally lifted. Said anxiety was soon replaced by a new feeling that was ruled by a flutter in his chest, one that he had only experienced a few times in his life. This fluttery feeling was the result of seeing you planted in the seat directly next to the one written on his plane ticket. His breath caught in his throat as you looked up from the book in your hand, giving him a small wave. His eyes widened as he looked around, wondering if you were actually waving at him. You laughed and looked back down at your book, a soft smile rested on your lips. As Spencer got closer to his seat he could feel his heart rate picking up. You looked up from your book as he struggled slightly to lift his carryon into the overhead compartment. His cheeks heated up in embarrassment over the struggle, but he eventually managed to secure his carryon, taking a seat in 32 B. 

“So we meet again,” you smiled at the disheveled man next to you.

“So we do,” Spencer smiled and grabbed his copy of Les Miserables from his backpack- he lost track of how many times he had read it, but it was an easy plane read for him.

“I’m Y/N, by the way. Sorry, I probably should’ve introduced myself earlier after telling you my life story. I just didn’t expect to be sitting next to you,” you said with amusement.

“I’m Spencer, and no problem. Hows, um, the sweater?” he asked, trying to continue the conversation. Normally he’d be a quarter through his book by now, but you were a rare something that was more interesting to him than Victor Hugo. 

“It’s great! Cozier than my ‘I heart DC’ hoodie for sure,” you laughed and Spencer swore he heard angels singing.

“I’m glad, I felt really bad. Hot chocolate is actually a really difficult stain to remove because it has fat, sugar, tannins, and protein. It would take a lot of work to remove that stain, especially with the chocolate to milk ratio Penelope uses,” Spencer rambled, the embarrassment setting in the second he closed his mouth.

“Penelope?” you asked, genuinely curious.

“Oh, she's my coworker. She’s known for her hot chocolate and her cookies. Oh!” Spencer remembered the plastic bag of cookies Garcia had sent him home with. “Want one? They’re chocolate chip,” he said, grabbing the bag of cookies and holding it out to you.

“Sure,” you laughed, taking a bite of the surprisingly delicious cookie. “Oh. My. God. That is incredible! This Penelope person has a gift,” you laughed, finishing the cookie surprisingly fast.

“I’ll be sure to let her know,” Spencer smiled, taking a cookie for himself. A comfortable silence ensued as the two of you munched on your cookies, the plane almost done boarding.

“So, what brings you to Vegas?” you asked. Spencer was a little confused as to why you wanted to talk to him, but he decided not to question the anomaly.

“Oh, I’m visiting my mother for the holidays. I work at Quantico in Virginia so I don’t get to see her too often,” he shared, surprised at his willingness to be open.

“That’s nice! I’m kinda doing the same, except I am not returning to DC,” you sighed. Spencer felt his heart drop as he internally begged for you to elaborate, and as if reading his mind, you continued. “That boyfriend I mentioned earlier was kinda my only reason for moving here, and now that he's a cheating jackass- sorry, oversharing again, um, now that we broke up, I’ll probably just stay in Vegas,” you explained, opening the book in front of you and mindlessly flipping through the pages. He focused on the chipped nail polish painted on your bitten nails as you turned the pages, eyes moving to the title of the book.

“Le Petit Prince?” he asked, pointing at your book.

“Oh, yeah. I’m trying to teach myself some french so I’m reading this to get a little better,” you smiled before your eyes drifted down to the thick book in his lap. “You’re reading Les Mis?” you asked, slightly shocked at the french writing on the cover.

“Yeah, well it's my.... fourth, I think, time reading it. Well, in the original french,” he said, oblivious to his accidental brag.

“Damn, are you a genius or something?” you laughed, noticing the blank stare on Spencer’s face. “Wait. You are,” you pointed at him, your shock turning into joy.

“Well, technically, I am I guess,” he smiled awkwardly, trying not to flaunt his intelligence.

“That’s so cool! God, maybe if I was a genius I could get past the first chapter of this book,” you huffed, looking defeatedly at your book once again.

“May I ask, why are you learning French? It’s the fourth most important language behind Mandarin Chinese, Spanish and German. That’s just my opinion, of course,” he said, slightly flustered by the look on your face.

“Yeah, I guess it's not the most practical. But there's something so romantic about France, you know?” you asked and he nodded, blushing lightly. “I’ve always wanted to visit Paris, hell, maybe even live there. It’s stupid,” you laughed, brushing a piece of hair behind your ear.

“No, it’s not. It’s called the city of love for a reason,” he said with a tight-lipped smile. You were both silent for a moment before the flight attendants began their safety announcements and prepared for takeoff. Spencer noticed you stiffen as the engine started to rumble and the plane got faster. “Are you okay?” he asked as you shut your eyes tightly together.

“Yeah, yes, um. I just have really bad flight anxiety,” you confessed, eyes remaining closed. The plane lifted off the ground and you sucked in a deep breath, instinctively reaching over to grab Spencer's hand. All thoughts of germs and disease had completely left his mind at your touch- facts and logic meant nothing at this point if it meant you wouldn’t let go. “Could you just um, distract me?” you asked, peeking at him from the corner of your eye, hand still clutching his.

“Oh, yeah of course,” he said, thinking quickly for a distraction before grabbing the book from your lap and opening it to the first page. In perfect french, he began to read. “Lorsque j’avais six ans j’ai vu, une fois, une magnifique image…” he read for almost an hour before he felt your head relax on his shoulder, eyes closed. He continued to read for a bit longer before the lull of sleep pulled him under as well, your touch comforting him and providing safety.

Spencer woke a few hours later with a start to the seatbelt light beeping on. Gathering his bearings he looked to his left to see you already awake, looking at him with a smile.

“You’re cute when you sleep. Snore a bit, though,” you laughed and yawned, looking out the window. Spencer's heart rate picked up at your mussed hair and dazed expression. “Thank you for reading to me. I’m completely chill now,” you reassured him.

“Oh, no problem. Also, I’m not the only one who snores,” he quipped, a soft smirk on his lips.

“Hey, gimme a break! That was the most I’ve slept in days,” you defended.

“Believe it or not, me too,” Spencer realized, surprised that he slept more on an airplane than in his own bed. Maybe that difference was you.

“Looks like we’re almost landing,” you noticed, causing a pang in Spencer’s chest.

“Oh. Yeah, I guess so,” he acknowledged with a slight tone of disappointment.

“Hey. So this might sound crazy, but what if I gave you my number? And while you’re still in Vegas, maybe we can hang out? Sorry if this is too forward,” you cringed in embarrassment.

“No!” he started, eyes wide.

“Oh, okay. I shouldn’t have asked,” you immediately took back your statement.

“No! I mean, it's not too forward. I, uh would love to… hang out with you,” Spencer said, the words seeming unfamiliar on his tongue. The smile you gave him seemed to stop the earth for a few seconds (although Spencer knew this was scientifically impossible, something about you defied laws of science). 

The plane soon landed and numbers were exchanged, and one unexpected (but lovely) goodbye hug was given, and Spencer was floating. He couldn’t wait to tell his mom.

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[sassyhobbits]

16. "I can't believe you're making snow angels at a time like this!"

and here we have the ONS christmas special!! my last xmas fic this season and i hope you all enjoy! have a great holidays everyone!! <3

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Aelin Galathynius loved Yulemas.

She loved the smells, the sights, the foods. She relished in spending time with her closest family and friends, giving them gifts she knew would make their faces light up. She loved laying by the fire and reminiscing.

This was Aelin's third Yulemas with Rowan. She fell more in love with her husband everyday, and always enjoyed spending the holiday with him. The only thing that she could have wished for this year was that their daughter had decided to join them.

Aelin was heavily pregnant. Their daughter was about a week late and Aelin wanted her out, out, out already. It wasn’t only that her feet were always swollen or her back ached constantly, but also that Rowan had become terribly overbearing. There wasn't a single thing Aelin tried to do that her husband didn't attempt to do for her before she could. At the beginning of her pregnancy, she enjoyed it. She liked when Rowan would grab the remote or get out of bed to fetch her slippers if she asked. But by now, it was beginning to lose its charm.

It was Yulemas eve. The palace was filled with their friends and family. They had even invited some of Rowan’s cousins to Orynth. Arlene and Isolde were excited to enjoy their first northern Yulemas. 

They had all spent a few hours lounging in the parlor, indulging in wine and other spiced holiday drinks. Aelin sipped on a hot chocolate, cuddled into Rowan’s side, his hand a steady weight on her belly. It had all been wonderful, but after a while Aelin began to feel a bit warm with the fire and the bodies stuffing the cozy parlor

"Hey, Ro?" she whispered to her husband.

"What is it, Fireheart?"

"Will you take a walk with me?"

He smiled and nodded. "I'd love to."

He helped her off the couch, grabbing her boots and her coat and helping her slip them on. No one noticed when they ducked out of the parlor, walking down the halls towards the entrance to the gardens. 

They had become a wintry wonderland in the recent days, covered in a fresh blanket of soft snow. The night was silent, the sky clear and beautiful. Aelin held Rowan’s arm tightly as they meandered slowly over the snowy path. 

Suddenly, Aelin hissed in discomfort, placing a hand over her huge stomach as their baby girl fussed.

“Is everything alright?” Rowan asked, brows knitted in concern.

“Fine,” Aelin assured him, not wanting him to go full mother hen mode. “She’s just making herself comfortable, apparently.” 

Her husband sighed heavily. “It seems she likes it in there.”

“Well, it’s cold as hell out here so I don’t blame her.”

Rowan released a bark of laughter. “I was hoping she’d be with us by now.”

“Me too.” Aelin pouted down at her belly. “I had some adorable little Yulemas outfits for her.”

“I know you did, love.”

They continued their trek through the gardens, admiring the lights that had been strung up and other holiday decorations. Aelin always enjoyed decorating the palace. It was one of her favorite parts of the season. 

The princess was just about to suggest they go back inside when she felt something strange. A sensation she had never endured before; a little pop followed by something decidedly wet between her legs. Aelin didn't have to be a rocket scientist to realize what, exactly, that feeling was.

"Rowan?" she rasped, tightening her grip on her husband's arm.

"Hm?"

"My water just broke."

"Your water just what-?!"

Rowan’s head whipped towards her, eyes wide in shock. In his bewilderment, her normally graceful husband wasn't watching where he was going, stepping on a slick piece of eyes. His feet flew out from under him, tumbling back into a fresh bank of snow.

Despite herself, Aelin released a laugh. Rowan leaned his head upwards, flakes scattered in his slicer hair, arms spread on either side of him like a star.

“I can’t believe you’re making snow angels at a time like this!” the princess cried playfully. “We’re having a baby!”

Rowan blinked once, a slow smile spreading on his lips. “We’re having a baby,” he repeated in a whisper. “We’re having our baby!”

Aelin could only grin.

…

It didn’t take long to head back inside and gather the things they needed to make the trip to the hospital. Aelin had thought Rowan was being ridiculous earlier, but it was nothing compared to his actions now. He was everywhere at once, not allowing her to pick up anything or even open a door for herself. Yet, Aelin was too nervous to even really scold him about it. 

She and Rowan were already getting into a car in the garage by the time they let their other friends and family know what was happening. Before she knew it, they were on the way to the hospital.

Aelin knew that she likely still had a fair share of time before things would get serious, but her mother had faced many complications when giving birth to her. Aelin’s entire family had agreed to play it safe. 

There was a private, secure suite waiting for Aelin by the time they pulled up to the hospital. She was only just starting to feel the first of her contractions when she slipped into the shapeless hospital gown. 

Aelin spent a few hours speaking with nurses and doctors, getting poked and prodded and questioned. She spoke with her friends and family over the phone, convinced Rowan to read to her even though her husband seemed much more nervous than she did. 

As the night wore on, Aelin’s contractions grew stronger and more frequent. A little after one in the morning, the doctor came in and informed her that it was time to start pushing. It was then that Aelin felt those first twinges of fear. 

“Rowan?” Aelin squeaked, looking to her husband who was seated beside her.

He reached out, brushing a strand of her hair from her sweaty forehead. “What is it, Fireheart?”

“I’m scared.”

His lips tightened a fraction of an inch, grabbing her hand and giving it a firm squeeze. She could see in his eyes that he was frightened too, but he would be strong. Strong for both of them, and the little girl they were waiting to meet. He leaned close and kissed her flushed forehead. 

“I’ll be here every step of the way, Aelin. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

…

The birthing process wasn’t easy, though no one was expecting it to be. Aelin felt as though she was being torn in two, her throat raw from screaming in pain. Even through the haze of the agony, she could tell that Rowan was beyond stressed and seeing her like this was likely shaving years off his life. It was a good thing his hair was already silver, because this experience probably would have turned his hair gray anyway. 

Still, he was nothing but supportive: whispering words of encouragement, letting her grip his hand as tightly as she needed, dabbing her sweaty forehead with a cool cloth. 

It was the wee hours of Yulemas morning, the sky turning a buttery yellow as the sun rose above the jagged peaks of the Staghorns. Aelin was beyond exhausted. She had been pushing and screaming for hours. All she wanted to do was sleep.

A ragged cry tore from her throat before slumping back on to her pile of pillows, tears streaming down her cheeks. 

“I’m so tired,” she sobbed, voice hoarse and crackling. “Ro, I’m so tired.”

“I know you are, love. You’re doing so good. You’re almost there.”

“I don’t know if I can do it.”

“Yes you can, Aelin.” Rowan squeezed her hand tightly. “You’re the strongest person I know. Just a little bit longer. I know you can do it.”

“He’s right, princess,” the doctor said from his position between her legs. “Your daughter’s nearly here. Just one more big push. Can you do that for me?”

Aelin clenched her jaw and nodded. She had survived much worse than this. She could do anything. The princess sucked down one last deep, bracing breath, preparing herself before giving a mighty push.

Aelin wailed as she put everything she had in her into this last push, sure she must have been breaking the bones in Rowan’s hand with how hard she was gripping it. 

And, where one cry ended, another began.

A shrill shriek that did not come from Aelin filled the air just as her own voice failed her. Her strength left her body, collapsing against the pillows just as she saw the doctor hand a screaming, bloody, wiggling thing to the nurse.

Her daughter. That was her daughter. 

Aelin forced herself to sit up straighter as the nurses carried a bundle of pink blankets towards her before carefully placing it into her arms.

The tears wouldn’t stop flowing as Aelin held her daughter in her arms for the first time. Her face was red, and her little face was pinched up as she cried, but she was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. 

“Hi,” Aelin rasped, giving another tiny sob. “Hello. It’s nice to finally meet you.”

Rowan was a warm presence at her side, looking down at his daughter in wonder. “She’s beautiful. She’s perfect.”

“I’m so in love already it doesn’t feel possible.”

The doctor smiled at the little family before them. “Have you picked out a name for the little princess yet?”

Aelin nodded, tracing the shape of her daughter’s nose. “Eliora. Her name is Eliora.”

The doctors and nurses took a few steps back, giving them a bit of privacy as they grew acquainted with one another. 

“Happy Yulemas, Eliora,” Rowan whispered to the newborn. 

“It is Yulemas, isn’t it?” Aelin asked. She had lost track of time during the birthing process. “It looks like we’re gonna have to wait to do presents.”

“No offence, Fireheart, but I don’t think you can out do yourself now.” He ran his fingers over Eliora’s silvery-blonde hair. “This is the best Yulemas gift I’ve ever could have asked for. Thank you. I love you. I love you both so much.”

Aelin looked up, beaming and kissing Rowan quickly, scooting over so he could sit beside her on the hospital bed. He perched himself on the corner, tucking Aelin under his arm and holding both her and their daughter close.

Now Aelin Galathynius had another reason to love Yulemas.

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Hi Steph! How you’re doing? First of all, I wanna say that I love your lists. So, I was wondering, do you have some long Johnlock fics? Like, with a bunch of chapters and all that. Thank you!

Hey Nonny!! 

I absolutely do! And you know what?? I’m gonna be selfish: No one has ever EVER asked me for my shorter long fics, so I’m going to take this opportunity to finally release this list, because it’s been sitting in my drafts for YEARS lol. BUT you can check the list below for the links to all my longer-fics lists! Happy reading!!

NOVELLA LENGTH FICS: 20-25K

See also:

Novella Length Fics: 25 to 50K (Aug. 2019)

Novel Length Fics: 50 to 100K (Nov. 2018)

Novel Length Fics: 50 to 100K Pt 2 (May 2020)

Novel Length Fics: 100K+ w. (May 2019)

Novel Length Fics: 100K+ w. Pt 2 (Aug 2020)

Through the Clouds by Mazarin221b (E, 20,004 w., 6 Ch. || Retirement, Home Improvement, First Time, Romance) – Sherlock takes a remarkably early retirement at 47, and convinces John that a change of pace would do them both good. They buy an old cottage on the South Downs, and exchange their nonstop life in Baker Street for quiet contemplation, bee studies, and book writing. They might go completely insane, but sometimes it takes stepping outside of the life you're living to find the life you want. Part 1 of Through The Clouds

A Life Well-Lived by Kate_Lear (E, 20,121 w., 1 Ch. || Original Male Character, Sherlock Woos John, Jealous Sherlock, Reluctant Bi-John, Past Abuse, Insecure John, Reassuring / Caring Sherlock, Protective Sherlock, Understanding Sherlock) – John got scared off men by an abusive past relationship. Sherlock has to try and woo him while not scaring him off with protective possessive rage.

The White Lotuses by SilentAuror (E, 20,340 w., 1 Ch. || Slow Burn, Domestic, Romance) – One day John realises that he just isn't where he belongs, which is back at Baker Street with Sherlock. So he goes back and Sherlock, in his own way, courts him. Romance.

Out of the Woods by SilentAuror (E, 20,471 w., 1 Ch. || Post S4, Romance, Slow Burn, Flirting, Drunk Sex, Practical Jokes, POV Sherlock, Bottomlock, Possessive John, Pining Sherlock, Frustrated Wanking, Frottage, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, First Kiss/Time, Virgin Sherlock, Love Confessions, Soft Sherlock, Dancing, Bum Appreciation, Hanging out with the Yard) – Sherlock is fairly certain that John has taken to flirting with him of late, but can't be entirely certain of it. At least, not until a case takes them into a forest, along with Lestrade's team and something happens that will change everything about their lives...

You're On the Air by prettysailorsoldier (M, 20,616 w., 1 Ch. || Unilock, Matchmaking, Radio, Christmas, Christmas Fluff, First Kiss, Friends to Lovers, Sherlock POV, Pining Sherlock, Flirting, Bisexual John) – The Consulting Detective and The Woman dominate the airwaves of their university radio station, doling out advice on everything from meeting the parents to sexual positions. When their ratings start to dip before the holidays, however, manager Mike thinks it's time for some fresh blood, and who better to fill in the gaps than rugby captain--and notorious flirt--John Watson? Part 1 of 25 Days of Johnlock

whiskies neat by Ellipsical (E, 20,660 w., 15 Ch. || Alternate First Meeting, POV Second Person Sherlock, Slow Burn, One Night Stand, Rimming, Blow Jobs, Anal, Soldier John, Crying, Emotional Lovemaking, Switchlock) – Home and hearth and whiskies neat, or, alternatively, Sherlock Holmes falls in love.

Achieving the Together-Coloured Instant by teahigh (E, 20,776 w., 1 Ch. || Est. Rel, PTSD, Codependency, Fluff & Angst, H/C, Smut, Demisexual Sherlock, Experiments) – John wonders if this is how it’s going to be: A life speaking in code, because they’re both too stupid to figure out how to say, “I love you.”

Winter's Delights by Kate_Lear (E, 21,173 w., 1 Ch. || Holmes Family, Christmas, Fake Relationship, Friends to Lovers, Bed Sharing, Domestics) – Sherlock takes John home for Christmas to meet the extended Holmes family. Part 1 of Winter's Delights

Once More, With Feeling by cellard00rs (T, 21,178 w., 7 Ch. || John’s Family, Fake Relationship, Romance, Fluff, Humour) – To put off his meddlesome, matchmaking mother, John convinces Sherlock to play the role of his significant other. Unparalleled awkwardness ensues.

Love Is by SilentAuror (E, 21,508 w., 1 Ch. || Angst, UST / URT, Post HLV, Romance) – At Mrs Hudson's urging, Sherlock finally decides to tell John how he feels about him. Part 1 of Love Is

echoes through time by chellefic (E, 21,619 w. || First Time, Romance, ACD & BBC, Epistolary) – Mummy sends a trunk from the Holmes cottage in Sussex to 221B. Its contents alter the way John and Sherlock see themselves and one another.

The Real Meaning of Idioms by feverishsea (T, 21,691 w., 1 Ch. || Texting, Humour, Post S2) - After two weeks away, John finally texts Sherlock. He doesn’t expect Sherlock to respond. He doesn’t expect Sherlock to keep texting him. And he really doesn’t expect things to spiral out of control so rapidly.

5 Times John Got the Girl (and lost her) and 1 Time John Got the Guy (and kept him) by LiviKate (M, 21,695 w., 6 Ch. || 5 and Ones, Kissing, Oblivious / Awkward Sherlock, BAMF / Sexy / Stud John, Embarassed John, John’s Scar, Hurt/Comfort, Jealous Sherlock) – John has always had good luck with the ladies. He's charming, friendly and funny, not to mention great in bed. However, his usual skill with the opposite sex is constantly being thwarted by Sherlock and his outbursts. How will John ever get a leg over when Sherlock is always cockblocking him?

Brief Conversations with the Woman by May_Shepard (E, 21,906 w., 20 Ch. || Pining, Love Fairy Irene, Filler Fic, UST/URT, Drug Use, Clueless Sherlock, Relationship Advice, Angst w/ Happy Ending) – Sherlock has a puzzle to solve, and his name is John Watson.

When to Let Go by KendylGirl (M, 22,109 w., 8 Ch. || Friends to Lovers, Reverse Reichenbach, Sacrifice, Forgiveness, Angst, Love, Implied Drug Use) – What if it were John who had to die to thwart Moriarty's plans? John's supposed death shatters Sherlock, and when he returns, it will challenge the pair to forge a path of forgiveness, to peace, and to find a way back to each other. Part 1 of When to Let Go

A Shipless Ocean by myswordfishmind (M, 22,135 w. 4 Ch. || Post-TRF, John has a Kid) – Ten years after the fall Sherlock goes back to London to find that John no longer lives there. Instead, he resides in a seaside town, a widower, and the father of a seven year old son. Now, Sherlock must struggle with the fact that there may no longer be a place for him in this new world.

Ghost Stories by SwissMiss (M, 22,256 w., 1 Ch. || Pining, Holmes Family, Christmas, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Bed Sharing, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, First Time) – Sherlock's parents think he and John are a couple. They might be onto something.

The One With the Proposal by kim47 (E, 22,375 w., 3 Ch. || Fluff, Romance, Marriage Proposal) – Proposing shouldn't be this difficult.

Sonatina in G Minor by SilentAuror (E, 22,574 w., 1 Ch. || Case Fic, POV Sherlock, Angst, UST, Sherlock’s Violin, Post-S3, Romance) – John has come back to Baker Street, but Sherlock doesn't understand the strange tension between them, even after he begins teaching John to play the violin at John's request.

Dear John by wendymarlowe (E, 23,031 w., 64 Ch. || Post-TRF, Online Dating, Pining, Epistolary, Cybersex, Long Distance Romance) – With Sherlock dead, John eventually (under duress) makes a profile on an online dating site. And falls into a long-distance relationship with an enigmatic partner who reminds him of Sherlock in all the right ways. (Hint: it turns out to be Sherlock.) Part 1 of Dear John

Knotted by naughtyspirit (E, 23,166 w., 4 Ch. || UST/URT, Cuddling, Sharing Body Heat, Confessions, Kissing, Mastrubation, Frustration, BAMF!John) – John has to cancel a date because of Sherlock's case, which leads them to be tied up in a basement from which they have to escape. They get wet, get tied up close and John has to step up and save them. Because he's pretty. And hot. And just a little bit of a BAMF.

You Can Imagine the Christmas Dinners by ardenteurophile (T, 23,584 w., 9 Ch. || Pre-Slash, Drama, Fluff & Angst, Humour, Romance) – Sherlock takes John along for Christmas dinner with Mycroft and Mummy (And "Anthea", too). Over the course of the evening, John realises that everyone in the room - apart from him - seems to think that he and Sherlock are a couple. Part 2 of Xmas Dinners Verse

Once Upon a Beast Becoming by antietamfalls (T, 24,042 w., 6 Ch. || Beauty and the Beast AU || Magical Realism, Folklore, Celtic Mythology) – An act of pride, a druid’s curse, an enchanted leaf; Sherlock’s torment has lasted an age. Hope arrives in the form of one John Watson, a man uniquely suited to break the spell. But with a single night to win his affections, Sherlock finds his carefully laid plans disrupted by a monstrous killer whose sights are set on the only thing he has left to lose: John.

The Kepler Problem by kinklock (E, 24,270 w., 1 Ch. || Sci-Fi AU, Alien Sherlock, Space Repairman John, Alien Biology, Horny John) – Working in uncharted space exploration was not as exciting as John had hoped, especially when it turned out to be mostly bot maintenance on uninhabited planets. However, the mystery of the repeated, unexplained malfunctions on planet BAK 2212 might turn out to be exactly the kind of adventure he'd been craving.

Maintaining A Personal Life by Gingerhermit (E, 24,284 w., 6 Ch. || Alternating POV’s, Bisexuality, BAMF!John, Jealous Sherlock, Romance / Drama, Sort-of Case Fic, Peril & Angst, Love Confessions, Toplock, Soft Idiots in Love, Post S3) – Sherlock and John discover some interesting revelations about each other’s sexuality, which lead them both to question the assumptions they've made about one another for years. In the midst of their mutual discoveries, a dangerous psychopath looms on the side-lines who threatens to destroy their new beginning.

The Sexual Awakening of Sherlock Holmes and Dr. John Watson by suitesamba (M, 24,579 w., 10 Ch. || Post-TRF, Case Fic, H/C, First Kiss/Time) – Sherlock owes Mycroft a favor. Mycroft calls in that favor by offering Sherlock's consulting services in a charity auction. Sherlock and John soon find themselves at the country manor of Mrs. Ives-Patton Smarmington III - not very coincidentally a long-time friend of Sherlock's mother - where they are reluctant participants in her Murder Mystery Weekend. It's a play within a play for Sherlock and John, and their roles for the weekend event bleed over into their real lives, waking the sleeping dragons within.

Tomorrow's Song by agirlsname (M, 24,645 w., 5 Ch. || Post-TRF, POV Sherlock, Angst with a Happy Ending, Virgin / Repressed Sherlock, Love Confessions, Slow Burn, Pining, Jealous Sherlock) – How can he think a relationship with me would be a good idea? I am the sort of person to take a break from my life and when I come back after two years, I expect to find it exactly as I left it. In reality I find it shattered to pieces. (I actually equate you with my life. When did I start doing that?)

State of Flux by Atiki (E, 24,655 w., 4 Ch. || Sherlock POV, Slow Burn, First Kiss/Time, Friends to Lovers, Frottage, Cuddles and Snuggles, Awkwardness, Insecure/Virgin Sherlock, Romance) – John’s marriage is over and he is finally back home (i.e. at Baker Street, where he belongs). Sherlock is awfully insecure and John is awfully hesitant, and they're both awkward idiots, of course, but they figure it out. Many First Times happen.

[hawkinsschoolcounselor]

I sent some thoughts to kaypeace21, who takes submissions, about where I think the kids could be emotionally in s4. But I think there's a chance the show could skip a year, and show us two Xmases - one a flashback and one the setting of the season. Then s5, the big finale, would be Will's all important birthday. Due to "the anniversary effect" we might also see Will's birthday in the flash-forwarded year, with a Mike or Lonnie visit to foreground its importance to the story. 3/2

Sorry, the word count keeps getting me. But as I said to kaypeace21, I think there's a good chance Hopper will be "dead" for a year before returning, as he allowed Mike to believe this of El in s2, before her ghost went walking on the solstice. We could see a new "savior" (Will's powers awakening? El's powers return?) metaphorically born on Xmas, and Hop himself won't be reborn until Easter. Which may mean we don't see him in our world until s5. He could be on a hero's journey all season long.

Sorry, I know set photos can be misleading or out of context, but what little we have points at March 1986. It's an interesting theory, and, especially with how Covid delayed the show by a year, I'm sure they wish they went with a bigger skip. There's a lot of symbolism in showing the kids in their first year of high school, though, with all the changes that can take place. Nothing is really gained in a bigger time skip except the kids looking more like their real ages.

Will's birthday isn't exactly "all important" in my mind. It's more that it's part of the "Mike visit" storyline. I mean, if he goes there for Spring Break, and Will's birthday is literally the first day of that break, then it has to come up, right? It's a ripe opportunity to see where Mike is at in regards to balancing El and Will in his life. If he gets there and doesn't remember it's Will's birthday, or if El tries to get most of his attention, then it sets up some conflict in that plot. I cringe at the angsty fanfiction-y possibilities, but they are teenagers. At any rate, they can't have the season fall on his birthday and not have it come up. It's the only birthday we've been told of on the actual show.

I'm not saying I'm 100% right about this, but this is what I believe based on the available evidence. If there's reason for me to believe otherwise, please provide/point me at the evidence. It's very possible that the whole holiday theory is a flawed, even though I'm one of the people talking about it. The holidays themselves might be inconsequential, as I have yet to really determine any specific meaning from them.

[sad-boy-mono]

Character and Relationship Backstory and an update from me

Hey y'all! I have an update on where I've been at the end of this post for those of y'all who have been following Highschool Casualties and are wondering where I went, but if you've just stumbled across this I don't want to throw a long and random explination at ya!

Haven’t read the main story yet?

Heres the Tumblr Masterpost and the Ao3 link!

The characters

Damien Haas

16, sophomore in high school. Hardcore musical theater kid from grades 4-8. Loves to sing and shit. Got quite a few bigger roles early on. Things got busy freshman year, so he had to put things on hold.

(Favorite musical is probably falsettos or something idk I'm not a theater kid.)

(That's a lie, I'm just a bad theater kid XP)

Fucking loves superhero movies and shit because haha irony.

Favorite class is Drama, least favorite is math. Because math is hard and temporary but Shakespeare is forever.

Has an irrational fear of doctors, dentists, and needles due to some surgical mishaps that occurred when he was young. Also has a fear of the ocean.

Deals with anxiety and frequent panic attacks.

Shayne Topp

15, sophomore in high school. Really fucking loves football, but not on the team. He wanted to be, but he use to be friends with some of the people on the football team. And they... weren't the best to say the least. They were bad influences and caused Shayne to do bad things. He's no longer friends with them, but still goes to the games with Courtney and Damien to cheer on Courtny's brothers who are on the team.

Favorite class is probably woodworking, least favorite is math. Because math is hard and temporary but birdhouses are forever.

(Though he's actually really good at math, like he has the capability to take honors and do well. It just isn't fun.)

Doesn't know how to ride a bike and can't swim. Deep water freaks him out.

Has a huge fear of hurting other (because haha irony) and always puts his friends before himself.

Courtney Miller

14, freshman in high school. Loves writing and art. Has a lot of sketchbooks, but most of them are half filled. At this point she just collects cool sketchbooks.

Also love film/acting/drama but has a lot of anxiety around performing, so she ends up being on her school's tech crew. She's really good at editing, and has a passion for behind the scenes work around productions.

Favorite musical is Heathers.

Favorite class is her painting and art history class, least favorite is math. Because math is hard and temporary but art is forever.

Struggls a lot with school. Doesn't have many friends outside of Shayne and Damien, even when it comes to her tech crew. Generally on bad terms with "friends" (bullies) from middle school.

Doesn't enjoy the other people in her class. A few of them are former (or current) bullies from middle school.

Relationships

Damien and Shayne

Met in the first grade, became friends in a very first-grader-like manner.

Shayne: Hey I like your pokemon shirt

Damien: Oh thanks, you wanna play with trucks?

Shayne: Yeah sure.

They’ve been best friends ever since.

They had a bit of a falling out from mid 7th through 8th grade because of the guys Shayne hung out with. They were your average middle school douchbags but a lil worse.

Things got sorted the summer following 8th grade.

When they started high school, Shayne’s older brother would pick Damien up and give him a ride to school every morning; even though Damien was in walking distance.

But a month-ish before their freshman year, Shayne’s family ended up moving closer to Damien’s, because a tree fell through Shayne’s house during a terrible storm that hit their town. Even though it hypothetically could've been fixed, the house was old so they took it as a sign to just move.

Shayne is the only person who knows about Damien's anxiety outside of his family, and is who Damien goes to when he's having heighted anxiety or a panic attack.

They also bond over their fear of water strangly often.

Shayne and Courtney

Courtney’s family moved across the street from Shayne’s family when Courtney was in the 7th grade and Shayne was in the 8th. And after the initial family intoductions when the Millers first moved in, Shayne never talked to Courtney. Until about a month later, when he was home alone and Courtney knocked at his door.

After Shayne asked 'what's up?' Courtney asked if they could be friends.

“Do you know how to play smash?” Shayne asked.

Courtney sighed and let out a defeated ‘no’ and began walking away from the door.

“Ok, I’m gonna teach you how to play.”

They would hang out quite a bit until Shayne moved, but they still talked a lot.

Shayne later found out that Courtney would go door to door asking for friends. Shayne was the first and only person who had actually said yes.

Most people mistake them for siblings and when they find out they aren’t related, they assume they’re dating.

Shayne treats Courtney like a little sister and is very protective of her.

Shayne was fucking LIVID when he found out Courtney was being bullied. As much as he wanted to fight them, Courtney talked him down from doing so.

He still did the whole 'don't fuck with Courtney or I will fucking kill you' big brother thing. It did the trick for a while. When you're a very athletic 15 year old, it's easy to intimidate people that are younger than you.

Courtney hasn't told him about... the current bullies though.

Courtney and Damien

Met through Shayne. He made a group chat with the 3 of them that Shayne named “Operation Friendship”. Since Shayne and Damien weren't on speaking terms when Shayne and Courtney became friends they never had a chance to meet.

But they didn’t meet in person until Courtney’s first day of high school, where the 3 of them had their first class together, conveniently...

Anytime they play video games, a conversation along this happens.

"Courtney where did you learn to play this game?"

"...Shayne"

"Explains why you suck"

"HEY!"

(Shayne) "HEY!"

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Hey! Thank you so much for reading! It's been awhile hasn't it. Yeah, I'm sorry. My life has been all over the place for the past few months and I've been struggling to find the motivation to write. I don't want to specifics because it's not only very personal, but a long story.

But to summerize why I sorta dissapeared, I had a lot of personal issues going on with both school and home and as my mental health was on this steady, but consistent, decline, it was at its very lowest in December. My home issues had reached their peak, and with the end of the quarter coming up after Xmas break and my weeks worth of late work coming back to bite me, I was too stressed to work on anything I found enjoyable without losing motivation immidiently.

Things didn't start getting better for me until some time early in semester 2 of my year. My school was transitioning back into fully in person with covid rates at their lowest in my area and things were finally feeling consistant again, but I was still getting my bearings. School still felt draining, though much less than before, and I didn't have much energy to work on things I was passionate about. I don't think I even made a new document for chapter 6 until mid-ish March.

I'm very nervious about coming back to this story after so long for many reason. First being, although I am feeling better mentally, things feel very off with writing this story. Don't get me wrong, I have a lot of passion to write this story and want to see it to completion, I've just had a fluxuating interest in smosh aswell. I enjoy the channel, just not as much as I use to. And my hyperfixation on Smosh was a big drive for me writing the story. Second being that I have so much writers block around the sixth chapter of this story, and I'm worried that as soon as I try to work on it, that block will make me lose my motivation again and I'll put it off for another 6 months.

This "chapter" (idk what else I'd call this) has probably been fully finished in my drafts for about a month now, and I've been putting off posting it because of those listed anxieties, but I really want to continue writing this story so I hope you enjoyed!

Also sorry if this explination was all over the place, I just got my first covid vaccine today and am feeling kinda bleh.

[lucidpantone]

The Almanac: Visitations Chap 2 pt. 1

Okay so here is where the story really begins and I open by dropping you into one of the most important scenes of this entire story. This scene is one of those scenes you will probably reread 20 plus times because there will be so many hidden plot points and layers inside of it. Let's try to unravel the main ones.

The Hospital Scene

This is basically their big reunion scene but of course we don’t know that yet at the time. We actually have very little context at this point as to what happened before this scene occurs. We don’t know that before Robbe walks through the door Sander has been on a literal death spiral for over a year(Chap 4). We know that Robbe left Belgium and moved away for about 9/10 months after Sander’s Chernobyl and so we can estimate that if he left right before xmas break that's a whole year(plus another ⅔ months) of time that has passed in the timeline(the longest they were ever apart in the stories canon).

The scene is super melancholy and as a reader you're probably confused as to why? or where this is all coming from. You know Sander is down but you should feel like something feels unsaid here. You get a bit more background that explains Robbe’s behavior at the end of chapter 1. It seems like over the years Robbe spent a lot of time advocating for Sander’s and his mother’s well being against people that viewed them as just diagnoses. Robbe has developed a very protective instinct.

Easter Egg: You know the yellow hazard lights and the symbolism. Well this is actually the first time you see the yellow wash of rescue. It's the color that floods Sander’s room when Robbe opens the door to Sander’s hospital room(an easter egg within another easter egg: doors closing/opening).

This is the first time we hear “their” story. This is their anchor or their roadmap back to one another when they get lost. It allows them passage to their safe place (This is why Sander narrates it to Robbe in Chap 3 and Robbe freaks out).There is also a parallel when Robbe is holding Sander in his arms completely distraught. Sander does the same thing for Robbe when he spirals into sadness after the Luc breakup (chap 5).

Another parallel: Sander is waiting in Robbe’s Lobby when Luc’s hazard lights flood the room in a wash of yellow and then the door opens and it's Robbe. That scene is in juxtaposition with this one here. In this scene Robbe saves Sander in that one Sander catches Robbe in his arms and saves him (chap 4).

The question: Sander asks Robbe in this scene “If they make it?” and implicitly states if the “If the skater boy could forgive the artist” but we know ultimately the person that will need forgiveness is Robbe. Forgiveness is basically a moving entity between these two which leads to the main arc of this story overall “Do they make it?” or more importantly “Should they make it?”. We see so much pain, toxicity, denial at times I think at points we all think there is too much water under the bridge. Just cut the cord. However, at the same time we see so much love, respect and sheer devotion so it's a tough call.

Also Bowie, this is the scene where Sander hands off Bowie to Robbe for safe keeping. Who is he though? He is a cat but he is also a sentient being so he has the capacity to feel a range of emotions. Sander is very particular on how he should be nourished. Robbe actively chooses to go against his wishes but Robbe forms a bond with him and learns about him and ultimately ends up feeling like the cat belongs to him more than Sander in the end. Also in chapter 1 Sander makes a point of checking up on Bowie’s well-being/health. I am never going to explicitly tell you what Bowie represents in this story but I think you all know he has a very deep meaning.

Things to note in this scene: We see the Casio watch and its on Robbe in the scene and most importantly it's working (this is a clue). In Elk Universum is tattooed on Sander body(another clue). There is also a major clue in this scene which I can’t disclose yet because its part of the ending but yes there is a huge clue written in this scene about the ending.

Sander’s Therapy Scene (August 15th)

We learn a ton about his mental state here. He is managing but he isn’t doing great. Sander’s cynicism has really hit an all time high. At times Sander's state of mind really makes the reader uncomfortable; he makes remarks about himself that in all honesty are a little scary.

However we learn how he has coped over the years he has been drawing memories over his body. He has been storing lots and lots of memories on his person. I am going to drop a clue here. When you finish reading the ending of Visitations come back to this exact memory and read it again it will be very important to the ending.

Sander questions the act of how does one identify a good memory from a bad one? How does one choose what criteria makes one black or white? Even though he positions himself in the grey. All this is important, make a note of it. We also learn that Robbe is Sander’s emergency contact which makes the hospital scene make sense.

“What about when he is with you? Is he good then too?”

This particular line really hits home on what the journey of Visitations is about for these two. As I said come back here once you finish the fic because it is very important you answer this question concerning Robbe & Sander. What kind of person is Robbe when he is with Sander? or vice versus and what kind of person is Sander with Robbe?

Parallel: Sander says “We haven’t been together in a long time” in the present day. This is what he says to Robbe in the past in the finale chapter “There hasn’t been for a long time….and there’ll never be again.”

Note: At the end of this scene the door slams shut symbolizing an end to something.

Enter Luc (The other love story)

No one caught this but the entire first section of the Luc memory is a parallel to his and Robbe’s relationship. The entire scene where Luc is doing all those crazy tricks to impress Robbe. He is twirling and flying through the air is a depiction of the whirlwind romance(9mons) they end up having but that final rail slide trick that Luc ends up clipping and bailing on is a parallel to the Amsterdam move in which Robbe ends up back tracking on and basically crushing Luc.

**Also finale parallel here thats yet to be seen**

Their chemistry is really awesome here. I really enjoy them as a pair. You can tell they are fun and sassy and have such good rapport with one another. It's easy to understand why Robbe falls so hard and so fast with Luc.

However there is a huge red flag in this memory that you only realize later(chap 5). When Robbe reasons as to why his setup with Sander wasn’t really working for him he states that it's Sander coming in and out of his life but we know from later on that that's not entirely true. Robbe very much goes in and out of Sander life just as frequently. I mean he will do it a few weeks after this scene occurs when he makes Sander drive to Brussels for sushi. Also interesting that the Luc flirting is occurring simultaneously as Robbe is reasoning to himself that his relationship with Sander needed a change. Conclude what you want from that. However, take in mind that at the end of Chap 3 you will come to realize Robbe is not a reliable narrator. He too has an agenda in this story and he isn’t always being fair or honest with himself or others.

Gonna do the last 2 memories of this chapter as a pt.2....

[toonrandy]

The Loud House Winter Special Review

The Loud House Winter Special is here and it contains several surprises! Before I can give my thoughts on the book, here are the surprises (minor spoilers abound!):

Adelaide and Stanley Chang also makes their first ever appearance in a comic!

Liam gets a story to himself and it’s really heartwarming!

Luan’s boyfriend Benny’s last name is revealed—Stein!

The end of a story contains hot chocolate recipes that sound delicious and make you warm up in a cold day!

 Geo the hamster gets a story of his own, told by the Loud siblings themselves!

Finally, Lisa’s friend Darcy Helmandollar makes her first ever appearance in a comic! That’s what I’ve been always asked for!

The bulk of this special volume takes place during Christmastime. With season five underway, Lori appears in a few stories with her siblings at home. (It’s currently unknown whether future volumes in the graphic novel series would adapt to the TV series’ fifth season with the Louds aging up a year [the character introductions for each Loud siblings still show their ages from seasons 1-4] and Lori leaving for college, although it’s always a safe bet she’s spending time at home while on holiday break.) We’ve got great stories, including each Loud sibling building a gingerbread house for Geo (a really awesome one at that), Luan and Benny (stories featuring Luan have always been my favorites!) putting on a puppet show and traded puns along the way, Lisa running a spy operation on Xmas gifts, and a heartwarming story on Liam caring for his freezing cows. We’ve also got stories featuring the McBrides, Lily and Lola, Lucy and Fangs, and Lincoln and his friends! On The Casagrandes side, Ronnie Anne and Sid deal with a pesky lemur on a snowy hill, Rosa and Stanley compete for the best hot chocolate recipe and Adelaide wants to play chef with Sid and Ronnie Anne. The end of the book includes a sneak peek into another special volume in the graphic novel series, Summer Special (due June 2021)!

Winter Special is a huge step up from the previous release (The Many Faces of Lincoln Loud) and all the stories are good—the more, the better! Most of the stories taking place during the holidays could make up for The Loud House Christmas live action film that was supposedly going to debut, but nothing has come up since its announcement. It’s really entertaining, and this could be a great stocking stuffer or present for The Loud House fan.

Minor observations:

Bobby, CJ, Carlos, Frida, and Hector appear on the cover, but none of them plus others who also appear in the character introductions—Becca, Carlota, Maria, Carl, Sergio and Lalo—never appeared anywhere in the book at all. But it’s still cool—it’s an awesome cover!

Where’s Darcy in the character introductions? I like to learn more about her. After all, along with Lisa she was the main focus in the season 2 episode “Friend or Faux?” and made subsequent appearances in two episodes later during season 3. While I’m still happy Darcy finally makes an appearance in a comic, it’s rather short (though I like it a lot) and I would still like to see an entire story with her and Lisa soon! (I hope I don’t sound that I’m nitpicking, but I just love her!)

It’s worth nothing that Stella’s last name doesn’t appear in the character introductions, but the debut of last month’s episode “Kernel of Truth” revealed that her last name is Zhau. Now Liam’s the remaining member of Lincoln and Clyde’s crew whose last name is currently unknown.

It’s really sweet that Lynn Sr. enjoys making puns with Luan—we’ve seen this before several times in the TV series. But I never thought Luan would groan at his puns!

The story featuring Lucy and Fangs closes out the special in a sweet note. Just read it for yourselves. :)

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He will do the like the others however prices much less money. To unlock Packie as a break-in crew member, you have to finish his random occasion where he is robbing a store near Franklin's house and needs a getaway motorist. This random event takes place at the Buck Tablets Drug Store in Strawberry. BothRed Dead Online andGTA Online have plenty to commemorate throughout the Xmas period. The former just released as a standalone game, with sufficient material to satisfy in the meantime.

With the current Cayo Perico break-in upgrade, it even has more of a focus on the single-player experience. The cash should automatically open after thirty minutes of play once this is done yet, if you're a brand-new player in either game, you need to make certain you've completed the tutorial prior to the free cash money will certainly be provided. The very first time you authorize right into GTA Online today, you'll protect yourself GTA$ 750k. Each extra day you log in between currently and also November 26, you'll gain GTA$ 100k.

Possibly this is a technological problem, possibly they just desire individuals to experience the very first parts of GTA Online without having a million to spend instantly.

The perfect way to attract back expired gamers ready for the game's release on PS5.

The most effective GTA updates been available in the type of free money, and also there's a large portion of change ready and awaiting anyone who plays GTA Online on PS4.

All they need to do is log in at any kind of factor this month as well as they will obtain GTA$ 1 million deposited into their in-game account.

In the grand scheme of points in the present state of that game's economy, a million won't obtain you all that far, yet in case you were wondering where that money is, this is the deal with that.

This problem doesn't directly give you any type of money yet it aids you to fast-track your heists so that you can earn money quicker in the gameplay. Glitches in GTA Online are a wonderful means to take advantage of your gameplay.

The free money you build up will be delivered to your Maze checking account by December 3. There have been a lot of games to do well in regards to sales, and then there are video games that re-define the video gaming market in its entirety. Its open-world sandbox has actually assisted it go on to attain so much commercial success. Actually, it was recently called the best-selling game of the years. This timing is terrible, as Superstar Games assured gamers $500,000 in-game just for visiting during April. " Actually the only things I have left are my garments, money, rank, as well as a base sector workshop with none of my upgrades," one gamer claims on Twitter.

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It appears that Rockstar Games is not done giving out free money inGTA Online, however, as the programmer has actually recently announced that there is one more GTA$ 500,000 up for grabs, and also without a doubt it is exceptionally simple to claim. Out there you'll discover countless web https://greghumblo.livejournal.com/680.html sites and also Videos over the Youtube that are asserting the free GTA 5 Money online through the 'Grand Burglary Automobile 5 hack & generator' yet ended up by using you to download and install the data or some type of method which cyberpunk could play all the time. However right here we're offering you the accessibility of all those methods so-called GTA 5 Cheats & Guide for Xbox One, Xbox 360, PS3, PS4, and PC. Another essential idea for newbies is to knock senseless your daily goals whenever feasible. They're fairly basic to achieve and compensate a good piece of adjustment each day ($ 25K when you complete all three), yet a lot more significantly, there are cumulative awards for constantly knocking them out over much longer durations of time. Complete every day-to-day purpose for a week as well as you'll net a wonderful $100K; consume a month's worth and also a huge $500K will certainly pad out your bank account. A great deal of the dailies can be knocked senseless throughout various other tasks, so they stand for a convenient and lucrative method to rack up some fast cash money while functioning towards your next huge acquisition.

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Grand Theft Car Online gamers that are logging in for money as well as loot are locating themselves with absolutely nothing to their online names. While there's nothing incorrect with some gamers mistakenly receiving more money than was planned the records of players not obtaining the bonus offer whatsoever is a lot more frustrating. Other individuals likewise reported having actually gotten the message upon visiting greater than when, yet not obtaining any extra money. Grand Burglary AutoOnline is familiar with pests as well as glitches, yet the good news is most of them have actually often tended to be less major than the two-headed skeletal systems which showed up inGTA Online's equivalent, Red Dead Online. This most recent problem, nevertheless, is far more lucrative, at the very least for some gamers. GTA Online has actually been giving out free money simply for finalizing in, yet instead of it just occurring as soon as some players are obtaining numerous bonus offers. All the latest gaming information, game evaluations and also trailers The best source for comics as well as superhero film fans.

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There's a spectacular selection of stuff to do in modern GTA Online so you would certainly be forgiven by having no concept where to start-- as well as what to focus on to draw out one of the most pay early. One of the very best tips for newbies is to stay in touch with what's taking place in-game with the Superstar Social Club or the convenient promo dash screens that appear while the games lots. They'll let you understand what's new to the game and, much more notably, what activities or occasions Superstar is prioritising, including which of them will certainly compensate double Online reputation and cash. However large break-ins like that aren't much excellent when you're just beginning in GTA Online, since you'll require some sources to take them on. The exact same goes for several of the other systems, which can call for a first investment of GTA$ 1.2 million prior to you can really start.

If you're really feeling stuck with your development inGTA, then it may be a great time to attempt a few of these glitches bent on give your pc gaming job that additional push. Last month, any type of gamer that logged intoGrand Burglary AutoOnlinehad a free GTA$ 500,000 deposited straight into their Puzzle Checking account.

For a game that is currently more than 7 years old, Rockstar remains to strive on GTA 5, patching and also taking care of troubles extremely quickly. Although it was a lot of fun for players who have the vehicle and also found out the glitch, it was a problem for gamers that encountered one and really did not have their own. GTA 5 will certainly make the jump to next-gen when the new consoles are launched following month. That will certainly suggest the game, which has actually currently gone on to come to be the third finest selling game of perpetuity, will have extended three generations of console. The rollout of online elements shows no indication of slowing down either, with Rockstar adding a lot of brand-new solutions and also spots today. The Center Break-in Glitch helps you to fool the GTA system into believing that you are purchasing both the preparations as well as the setups of a heist, despite the fact that you are just spending for the preparations.

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Therapy Area: Tummy.

The Length Of Time Does The Procedure Take?

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It's normally advised that you are at or around your excellent weight prior to having CoolSculpting therapies. This will certainly allow you to accomplish the most effective results with less treatments. There is no limitation to the number of CoolSculpting therapies you can have. However, there must be open site in the selected area or the therapy can not be accomplished. The number of CoolSculpting therapies you will certainly need is determined throughout your initial examination. It can take up to 4 month to see the complete results yet it is not essential to wait this lengthy before having additionally treatments.

Cryolipolysis is not suitable for overall area decrease, deeper fat listed below 3cm, general obesity or skin firm.

Our expert will them massage the skin in order to uniformly disperse the tissues once more, till it looks virtually typical once more.

The fat from that location will then begin to vanish over the succeeding weeks.

When the applicator is removed at the end of the treatment, the area that has actually experienced the suction will show up a little red as well as lumpy.

The number of treatments needed for your upper legs will be reviewed during your preliminary appointment. Numerous people feel uncomfortable with the fat on their inner upper legs as well as it can frequently be difficult to shift, in spite of a healthy way of life and also workout. CoolSculpting can be applied to your upper legs and will assist to slim their appearance. For lipofreeze2u’s free arms fat freezing Borehamwood , one CoolSculpting treatment session is generally sufficient and will achieve approximately a 25% decrease in fat. For larger areas or areas with even more fat, more sessions might be needed yet this should be discussed during your first appointment to create a therapy plan that will certainly help you to attain the results you desire. The 2nd part will be an in person meeting arranged when the guidelines for social distancing have actually been unwinded.

Treatment Area: Stomach.

Both treatments are non-invasive and there's no downtime, however do anticipate a little of inflammation as well as swelling. " From CoolSculpting you can get some soreness that comes on a bit later on so expect some discomfort, potentially", states Dr Shotter. Marsha Starcevic utilizes MFMB Award winning device the Exilis Elite at her north London clinic The Aesthetic Lab.

Within a few mins, the location is numbed by the cold, causing the fat cells to die. When the applicator is gotten rid of, the skin is rubbed to break down the fat cells, and we can after that relocate to the next area.

How Much Time Does The Procedure Take?

Rubbing the cured area every day post-treatment for as much as two weeks can assist to stimulate the process of lymphatic water drainage. When cooled to a controlled temperature, fat cells crystallise as well as die. Fat freezing - additionally recognized reciprocally as Cryolipolysis or LipoFreeze-- is a non-invasive, non-surgical technique of eliminating fat from the body forever. " Great center supplying the very best therapies as well as services. The appeal of Revere is the welcoming assistance and recommendations you get from their specialist, seasoned cosmetic physicians."

You require a CoolSculpting ® consultation to review your issues, evaluate your case history as well as figure out if the treatment is suitable for you. If it is your expert will create an individual treatment plan certain to you which details the number of cycles needed throughout therapy. Cycles can be utilized to treat multiple areas or the very same location several times. However, excessive calorie consumption can activate any type of remaining fat cells to recompense and also raise. It is important to maintain a healthy way of living with a well balanced diet regimen and also a lot of workout post-treatment. There is no downtime necessary with Cryolipolysis treatments, and also you can return to normal workout and activity instantly on the same day.

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" Dr Karim was beautiful and also paid attention to my issues. So pleased with the results. Had a free assessment and also had the therapy there and afterwards. The center is a calm atmosphere. Definitely going back." It's time for that OMG moment from our really happy CoolSculpting patients at Revere Clinics. Not all CoolSculpting coincides and at Revere Clinics you can relax very easy recognizing you're in great hands.

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She has been using it on herself too; she had a baby 10 months back and also along with having some excess fat around her tummy there was likewise some loosened skin that she intended to firm up. " I've already discovered I have actually done two sessions as well as I'm currently observing that I'm a dimension smaller than I was formerly.

This video shows why we are known as among the leading clinics in Europe for CoolSculpting. Several of our patients can see the CoolSculpting results as low as 3 weeks after the therapy, while the final results will be noticed after 12 weeks. You will certainly be invited for a testimonial with a Revere practitioner, where we will discuss your CoolSculpting trip and also contrast prior to as well as after photos. Some patients may experience shallow side-effects from CoolSculpting, consisting of inflammation, tingling and also aching. It entails no needles as well as no anaesthesia, removing the threats associated with invasive treatments. With over 4 million therapies done worldwide, its security record is confirmed.

Does CoolSculpting leave loose skin?

Another reason that CoolSculpting does not leave patients with excess sagging skin is that the procedure does not lead to dramatic weight loss. Usually, only a small amount of fat is destroyed during the CoolSculpting procedure, meaning that the skin does not have to go far in order to tighten over the new contours.

We are pleased to announce that we are currently open and offering selected therapies. We are likewise providing in-clinic surgical appointments with Mr Alex Karidis. It is FDA-cleared to lower fat in nine vital areas of the body, consisting of the double chin which can be a difficult area to treat. It's particularly proficient at dealing with persistent pockets of fat on the back, tummy, hips, flanks as well as inner thighs. With temperature levels dropping as well as the large Xmas countdown starting, currently is the moment to begin thinking about looking your finest this festive season.

Nonetheless much you exercise or count the calories, you may still not be feeling it as a result of stubborn pockets of fat that simply won't move. Whether that's back fat, love takes care of, muffin tops, bags or beefy thighs, there's typically one fat hotspot that we're particularly mindful of.

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I’m going over all my knives at the request of @untilthepainstarts​! It’s gonna be lengthy, so I’m putting it under a readmore

This is the first knife I ever bought after I turned 18. It doesn’t really matter how old you are if you order them online (there will just be a disclaimer like “we are trusting you to follow your own state’s laws”), but that’s neither here nor there. This one’s got the works! Partially serated blade, assisted opening, glass breaker, seatbelt cutter, obviously marketed for hunting zombies. I usually keep it in the center console of my car. I kind of fell out of habit of naming all my knives (even tho I should), but since this was my first one, it got a name: Dickslayer. (As in slayer of dicks. I was 18. No regrets.)

This one was a gift from my mom. Has my initials engraved in the handle. Folding, but no assisted opening. I keep this one on my desk to open packages and stuff. Sometimes if I’m going to a nice event I’ll take this one instead of one my regular carry pocket knives. I really don’t go anywhere without a knife just for that rare occasion someone needs to open something.

Name: Pearl. 

Stiletto blade, but only one edge because it’s assisted opening, as opposed to a switchblade which would have sharp edges on both sides. Basically any folding knife will have one blunt edge so you can push it closed. Idk if this is general knowledge, but any time my friends use one of my knives they never know how to close it, so I don’t think it is. Anyway this is one of my favorites. Just a sleek, classic look to it, you know? Says “Stiletto” on the blade in cursive.

I don’t really have a name for this one, I just refer to it as “Drop Dead.” This one was a gift from my friend and became my regular use knife after I lost the rainbow/oil slick one. The requirements for it to be my regular use knife are: small but not tiny, assisted opening. I mosty use it to open boxes and packages at work. However, it’s missing a screw near the top, which means I should retire it from regular use soon before I break it. 

This one doesn’t strictly have a name, but I usually refer to it as “Cleaver” in my head. Not very creative, which I don’t want to commit to saying that’s its name. Damascus steel. Spring loaded but no assisted opening lever. You know how some people have stim toys? Well one time I had this knife on me while at an awkward dinner so I fiddled with it under the table while waiting for my food. I gave that trait to Ace.

Name: Talon.

Folding karambit, as you said! Assisted opening. For Christmas a couple years ago I couldn’t think of anything to ask for, and also I was looking at apartments, so I sent my mom a screenshot from Bob’s Burger’s where Louise’s xmas list was “1. My own apartment 2. Towels (for the apartment) 3. A doll where the head comes off and it’s a knife” so my mom got me a baby doll and this knife, but she couldn’t get the head off the doll so she just jammed the knife into its forehead lmaooo

I had another knife that I specifically bought before going on a trip because I never go anywhere without a knife, but I wasn’t sure if I could get one past security on the plane. So I bought a new knife, knowing I might lose it. I put it in my checked bag and it made it through! But then I lost it when I tried to stash it before a security checkpoint at the Hoover Dam X_x

So later on that trip I bought this knife at Zion National Park. My friend has a matching one that says “Wild Thing” because we used to follow a local band called the Wild Things. This knife is pretty sharp but the handle is flimsy as shit. 

My mom brought this home from a flea market for me. You can tell it’s old, but it’s sturdy as shit. They don’t make ‘em like they used to, I guess. This would probably be my regular carry if it had assisted opening. I just really like to be able to open knives one-handed if I need to. Actually I pulled this out a group hang out and was talking about it and my friends told me to do knife reviews on youtube. Idk if they were joking but I was like “don’t tempt me...”

I should probably come up with a name for this one. I’m sure there are good bear-based names.

This is the first fixed blade (non-folding) knife on the list. I saw it at an army navy surplus store, and I had to buy it because it looks like a junior version of my bowie.

Name: Odyssey. Did I just come up with that name? Yes. It’s the name of a scifi dnd homebrew I’m a part of. I was not going to do the obvious thing and name it David.

It may look decorative, but it is defiitely sharp. This is the only knife I have ever cut myself on. (It was just a nick - I was holding the sheath too close to the opening.) I think this was also my first knife that wasn’t a pocket knife so I was like “holy shit this guy is heavy!” 

This motherfucker is definitely not legal!!! I found it at a shop on the reservation that had signs up saying “no pictures.” (I think that’s because they were also selling bongs and stuff. Shop was attached to a lovely cafe.) The knuckles are pretty much just for show because I can’t really form a fist around the handle. I mean, the whole thing is for show unless I decide to murder someone because I’m not exactly opening envelopes with this bad boy. But yeah, knuckle dusters are illegal in my state (if not all), and I know trench knives - which are a similar style - are illegal, but trench knives are a combo of a bayonet blade and knuckle dusters, both of which are illegal. Oh you know what? I have an antique bayonet somewhere...

Also I’ve definitely scratched myself on that spike at the end. 

And finally... the Keyblade! You know how I said earlier that I carry knives for that shining moment someone needs to open something? In most cases I just use this knife anyway because it’s the least likely to freak someone out.

Just for a bonus, here are my (non-blunted) swords

The second one is just as red; it’s just the lighting. 

I have a video of me cutting a watermelon in half somewhere....