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areseebee · 11 months

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The imitating-the-head-movement thing is soo great, tbh, I wonder if he was directed to or if he did that on his own. There's some really brilliant "little acting" in this show that's just so very good. I rewatched the S2 finale, and that scene with Cathy (not her eyebrows!), when she has that discussion with Ma Mary, he's full on beaming at his mother's pathetic claims about how much she's missed him, face completely dropping at Mary's "well you did dump him here quite a long time ago!", the way he says "Mum's had a lot going on" - that was sooo nailing the abandoned child in denial about their parent's lack of affection, brilliant, but also Mary's reaction!! When her eyes stay on James for a second before going back to Cathy going on about her business, you can literally watch Ma Mary's heart break for him! Considering there's some quite silly slapsticky comedy and over the top physical stuff in there as well, in some moments we really get to see how much *serious* acting talent there's assembled in this cast! ("Serious" acting talend in addition to comic acting talent, which is obvious in practically every scene I mean)

[this ask is referencing my tags on this reblog of a gifset of james in 3x07 as he watches his erin fancam footage]

yes, totally agree! there's some really, really top tier "little acting" from the entire cast (face acting, i think it's called? idk, don't quote me on that, i am not a trained actor).

in the same vein as the "little acting," the background acting in derry girls is just so excellent. i remember an interview with one of the main cast members where they talk about how tiring some of the long filming days would be because, even if they didn't many lines, they are always in the scene, reacting or doing something in the background. orla/louisa harland gets a lot of recognition for their/her background antics, but i think james/dylan llewellyn is really, really excellent with his background acting too. and, imo, it leads to a really rich text to work with as a fic writer and makes the show endlessly layered and rewatchable. i still feel like i pick up on new things when i revisit the show.

mine and @derrygirlstrash's fic, making moves, is grounded in only a look that erin gives james in the dark when the gang is sneaking into the protestant boys' room in 2x01. she's concerned about how she "doesn't have any moves," looks back at james anxiously, he very clearly notices, and then his next line is about how "boys like girls who are confident." like! why was she looking at him? had they talked about this together before? he's so quick to reassure her, to make sure she's not worried. boom - we wrote a fic about it.

or in 3x03, when james is about to sneeze on the train and erin is looking at him encouragingly, hoping she'll get to hear about his "hopes and dreams," and michelle is looking between the two of them like she suspects something, like whatever is about to happen needs to be stopped. did michelle really just happen on them kissing in 3x04 or had she been watching them for a while, seeing this develop right in front of her eyes and try to interrupt it? because i think it's fun, my headcanon is the latter and it's based literally on that one look in 3x03 alone. i'm not gonna write it, but someone give me a "5 times michelle suspected" fic!

there's just so much there if you've got an eye to it, so many spaces for fun ideas. it's the way i like to write and think about fic - to find those spaces in a source material, to find those opportunities within it to really explore what else could be there and to better understand who the characters are to themselves and to each other. imo not all source material has those spaces, but derry girls has it in spades.

#sorry this basically turned into fic thoughts instead of show thoughts lol #but this is one of the main reasons why i love this show so much and why i write fic for it #so thanks for giving me an excuse to talk about it!#derry girls #my fic #ask

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blackhcless · 2 years

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Summer is Here - Chapter 1

Here we go. A little something I'm cooking up for y'all, inspired by @unapprovedtrash who put this idea in my head. I ran with it.

Few notes: one, as I've mentioned, this idea was completely inspired by @unapprovedtrash. I really appreciate the inspiration to write again, and hope you enjoy this :)

Secondly, the fic is named after a great song called "Summer is Here" by Acid Ghost. I highly recommend you check it out, I think it fits the vibe of the beginnings of summer quite well.

Please do enjoy the fic! If you prefer to read this on AO3, do click the link below.

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Dylan didn’t think he’d ever been so nervous in his whole life. This was probably the most uncomfortable he’s ever felt, too—crammed in a car with 6 other people all going to the very same place: Hackett’s Quarry Summer Camp. They were all going to be counselors for the next 2 months, sleeping in cabins with snotty children and supervising them for the course of the summer.

Was this a particularly ideal summer for Dylan? Absolutely not. He’d rather be playing video games and planning things out for school in the fall. But he needed some extra pocket money, and he despised his old job, so why not? His mom was always saying he needed to go out and socialize more. So here ya go, Mom, he thought.

He was brought away from his thoughts when the car sped through a pothole, sending his heart to his stomach and a yelp from his mouth in fright. Immediately afterward, he shrunk into himself, embarrassed from the noise he’d let out. It didn’t seem that anyone noticed or even cared, but still, he couldn’t help but let out a meek “Sorry!”

Now that he wasn’t aimlessly scrolling through his phone with his thoughts in another universe, he took a good look at the rest of the counselors in the car with him. They all looked around his age. Something that didn’t really make too much sense, because what was the probability of that happening? But, at least that’d make them easier to talk to, instead of talking to whole ass adults who didn’t care less about things he had to say. Then again, he wasn’t sure that anyone would care about what came out of his mouth here, either, which is why he hadn’t said much on the car ride so far.

His eyes first landed on the guy in the front passenger seat. Seated there was a built teen wearing a t-shirt that defined his sculpted body quite well. From the back of the car, he couldn’t see too much, but he knew that damn, that guy was jacked. Atop his head, he adorned a backwards baseball cap, as well, which indicated to Dylan that he was the sporty type.

Not exactly my type, he thought, but pretty nice to look at.

After that, he looked to the second row of people—a girl with brown hair who also coincidentally was giving a less-than-innocent glance over to the jock, too; a girl with black-to-pink ombre hair; and lastly, a curly-haired brunette wearing a baseball tee. The two girls seemed to be showing each other things on their phones, too, but it didn’t seem that they even acknowledged the guy beside them, who kept his eyes on the scenery outside.

Then, there was the back row—the row Dylan was also on. Next to him sat a girl with a yellow, cropped hoodie and a shirt beneath it. She was lazily scrolling through something on her phone, seemingly uncaring of the world around her, which drew Dylan to her. She seemed like someone cool, maybe. He wasn’t sure, and he didn’t want to bother her. Next to her sat a boy who was also glancing out of the window. He had headphones in, and Dylan was curious to know what he was listening to. With a clear view of the boy’s face, he could see he was good-looking—someone he definitely wouldn’t mind getting to know, if you could catch his drift. He probably spent too much time looking at the boy, but luckily he wasn’t caught staring. Dylan drifted his gaze away upon realization and went back to his phone.

He’d kept his headphones in, but he’d had his music paused for a small while now. Other than the two girls in the second row who were every once in a while giggling, the car was incredibly silent, with everyone minding their own business and all. Dylan decided it’d be best for him to turn on some music, since it didn’t seem they’d be making acquaintances anytime soon. He tapped on the Spotify app icon, which took a moment to load. Damn shitty service, he thought. Luckily for him, he had a shit ton of playlists saved. He looked around for a moment, then decided on a playlist—“dylan’s awesome tunes,” a playlist with a bunch of his favorites. Pressing play, he grinned to himself.

Fittingly, a song titled Summer Is Here started to play. The sound of electric guitar in his ears filled the silence between the counselors, and with that he was in his own world. It was his turn to shift his gaze out into the wilderness. The sun was in the middle of the sky at this point—it was around noon—which meant a rich green view rushing by. It really was a beautiful sight, just as his mom had been saying it would be. Being from the suburbs, it was kind of a relief to see the stunning greenery that upstate New York had to offer.

Maybe this won’t be so bad, Dylan thought. Maybe it’ll be… fun.

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It had taken a couple of hours for the counselors to get to their destination, but finally, they had. Because Dylan was in the back seat, he had to wait for every other person to get out, but once he had escaped the uncomfortable leather seats of the car, he shook his arms and legs out. The feeling of pins and needles trickled through his legs. Silently, he shuddered. The two-hour long silence was finally broken by Mr. Hackett, who had generously driven them all there and was now organizing the 7 teens’ arrival.

“Alrighty, Hacketteers! I know we have got quite the summer ahead of us. I can’t thank you enough for being here this summer to watch over the kids. It is you counselors that make this camp an enjoyable place to be. Thank you.”

A couple cheers from the good-looking kid and the brunette girl erupted. It was sad, really, how little excitement came from the other counselors.

“With that being said… our first order of business before the campers get here tonight is your phones,” Mr. Hackett began, glancing around the group for just a moment, “Please turn your phones off and hand them to me. I’ll be keeping them safe this summer.”

Instead of cheers, the group now replied with groans. Dylan had to join in himself, too. No phones meant no music, for 2 months. One of the very things that he’d planned on keeping himself sane with. What was he to do, now? A spike of anxiety hit him, adding to the previous bouts he’d had as they’d approached the camp. He swallowed spit and kept quiet. There was likely nothing he could do, so he wouldn’t fight it.

Making sure to disconnect his headphones from his phone, he said a mental goodbye to his phone as Mr. Hackett came around the group to collect them all. As the camp leader stopped in front of him, he handed the phone over quite easily, then put the headphones in his pocket.

“Not so fast…” Mr. Hackett paused, waiting for Dylan to respond with his name.

“Dylan,” he responded coolly.

“… Dylan. If you don’t have your phone this summer, you’re not going to need your headphones. You can give those to me for safe keepings.”

Dylan let out a small groan involuntarily. Out of fear that he’d get in trouble for the disrespect, he quickly attempted to even it out with some sort of joke.

“Yeah, alright,” He said, trying to contain his nerves, “But if they aren’t in one piece by the time we’re outta here, I’ll be contacting my lawyers. They’re very powerful people, you know.”

A couple of laughs could be heard from the other counselors. A small surge of happiness came from within him at the sentiment of people liking his sarcasm. Hmm. He handed the headphones over with no additional trouble, a cheeky grin on his face while he did so.

“I’m sure they are,” Mr. H responded sarcastically, lifting a brow at Dylan disapprovingly. He soon moved onto the next counselor, all the way until he had collected all of their devices and placed them aside. Moments later, his voice was booming through the quiet forest once more.

“Secondly! Unfortunately, two of our counselors—Ms. Laura Kearny and Mr. Max Brinly—could not make it to camp this summer. It seems they may have gotten afraid of spending 2 months in the beautiful New York woods. What does this mean for you? It means more responsibilities than normal, which I assume you won’t have trouble with, because you’re all hard workers who are ready to take this summer by storm?” Mr. Hackett asked, glancing around at the teens. Dylan joined the chorus of 6 other unsynchronized, unenthusiastic yeses, and with that, they moved on.

It took around an hour for Mr. Hackett to show them around the camp, but after that, they had around an hour and a half to unpack their things before they had a small meeting just before the kids showed up at 8 PM. “Get to know each other!” Mr. Hackett had insisted, but Dylan wasn’t incredibly interested in that unless someone came up to him. They’d all walked up to the cabins with their things in relative silence. He couldn’t tell who would be the first to break the ice, but he knew one thing—it wouldn’t be him.

Luckily, he was right. There was a whole lot of silence as each counselor set up their bunks and put their toiletries in the shared bathrooms, but finally, the girl he’d been sitting beside in the car spoke up.

“Oookay, I’m sick of the silence, so why don’t we introduce ourselves? Names, reasons why we’re here, hobbies, anything. I’ll go first,” The girl said, sitting on her bed. A couple other teens also sat, including Dylan. He opted for top bunk, which gave him a pretty good sight of the rest of the room. Maybe they’d forget about him up there, and he could keep quiet the rest of the summer.

“My name’s Kaitlyn… I’m 19, now, and I’m here for a summer job. Used to dance, helped paint sets in high school, the whole fine arts deal. Not exactly sure what I’m gonna do with my life. Maybe camp counseling will be my calling, who knows?” She joked, grinning a little and smacking her hands against her thighs as if to transition to the next person.

“Nice to meet you, Kaitlyn!” Pink-Hair said excitedly, smiling widely.

“Yeah, good to meet you,” Good-Looking echoed.

It was Pink-Hair that decided to go next, so Dylan shifted his gaze to her.

“I’m Abigail! You all can call me Abi, though,” Abigail started, practically beaming, “I used to be a camper here and always loved the counselors that were here then, so I came back for the summer! I like to draw, and I love animals! I’m really excited to create memories for the kids.”

Some more “Nice to meet you”s followed, and it seemed it was Abi’s friend’s turn. Her name was Emma, she had also been a camper, and Abi and her were “besties,” supposedly. She used to play tennis back home and she described herself as “the proud owner of a video blog.” Dylan wasn’t sure why she said “video blog” like they were in 2009 again, but he said nothing on the matter.

After her, an ever-eager Jock-Dude introduced himself as Jacob—Jake for short. He said he used to play football in high school and was going to school on an athletic scholarship, and that he wanted something to do for summer to “keep him in shape.”

Next was the curly-haired boy, named Nick. He had a thick New Zealand accent, which Abi and Emma seemed to be whispering to each other about. Dylan couldn’t deny that the accent was quite charming, either, but he kept it to himself a lot better than the girls. He seemed cool—wasn’t too talkative, but Dylan had no problem with it. Nick explained that he liked to cook and bake, he played a few sports in high school, and that he was excited for camp, too.

It was after Nick that Good-Looking went. He couldn’t help but stay laser-focused on the teen’s words, listening closely to every word he said.

“Uh, so, I’m Ryan… I was a camper here, too. Decided to come back to help Mr. H out. Not really sure what I want to do for college stuff but… Yeah, I’m 19,” Ryan spoke. He didn’t share much, which meant Dylan’s sole goal for the next few days would be to find out as much as he could from the attractive teen. Just the thought made his heart race.

He was so focused on the prospect of talking to Ryan that he’d forgotten where he was for a moment. Jerking his eyes away from the other boy, he swallowed and glanced around the room, who were all looking at him for an introduction. Just… be cool, or whatever, he thought.

“Oh, yeah. I’m Dylan, Dyls, D… whatever you wanna call me,” He began, internally cringing at the nicknames he made for himself, “Uh, I’m going to school for…”

He trailed off. What he wanted to say was that he was going to school for physics, but what he wanted to say and what he needed to say to keep respect from the other teens were two different things. He had to make up something quick—something that was less… nerdy.

“Sorry. Zoned out. So, yeah. Going to school for, uh. Music. Yeah. Gonna become the next fuckin, like, Elton John or something.” Elton John? Dylan didn’t even listen to that much 70s. His freaking dad did. He really hoped no one delved more into that topic. As if the stars were listening, no one did. They all just nodded. Kaitlyn, though, spoke up.

“Pretty cool stuff. What kind of music do you make?” She questioned, leaning her head upward to look at Dylan.

“Oh, y’know. Indie stuff, I guess. Sooo wish I could show you, but… no phones. Bummer,” Dylan said, trying to coat the sarcasm in his voice. Even though he was straight up lying, someone had taken interest in this… this alternate kind of Dylan. The thought of that was interesting to consider. Maybe being cool wouldn’t be so hard.

“I’d love to hear it another time, though,” Kaitlyn grinned, nodding before looking around at the rest of the group. More silence, until Kaitlyn once more took charge and suggested they all go on a small walk around the camp to further get acquainted with the woods and each other. It was a pretty unanimous decision to go through with the idea, so within minutes they were all walking in loose groups, introducing themselves personally to each other as they walked to the firepit. Ryan sagged behind, so Dylan fell in step with him after half-assedly trying to keep small talk with the others.

Ryan noticed Dylan’s presence pretty quickly, silently looking over to acknowledge him.

“Sooo, Ryan, right?” Dylan asked, tilting his head in question.

“Yeah.”

“Well, heyyy, I’m Dylan, in case you don’t remember five minutes ago,” He quipped, chuckling nervously.

“I do, but I appreciate the concern,” Ryan said, not maintaining much eye contact. There was little to go off of to determine if he was joking or not, but Dylan tried his best to not let the conversation stall, wanting to make a positive first impression.

“Yeah, yeah. Anything for a friend,” He said confidently, plastering a smile on his face before holding out his hand to shake. Who was he? Some business major weirdo? Still, he didn’t put his hand down. He had to follow through with it, otherwise he’d make a fool of himself. Luckily, Ryan took the handshake, but rose a brow as he did.

“Are… we friends? We met like, 5 minutes go,” Ryan asked. Dylan stalled for a second, a bit surprised by the reply, before speaking again.

“Jeez,” He responded, putting a hand to his heart, “I’m kind of offended. How dare you not consider me a friend after one single interaction with me?” Sarcasm dripped in his voice, and it was apparent he was joking.

“Um…” Is all Ryan said, seemingly unsure of what to say.

With that, their interaction was over. Dylan was pretty bummed that it was so short, but he supposed he had 2 whole months to get to know the attractive male.

They arrived at the firepit within a few minutes. Their time there had mostly been spent getting to know each other more. Almost everyone was engaged in the conversation—even himself, occasionally—but there Ryan was, 5 or so feet away, in his own little world.

I will get to know you, Hot, Mysterious Ryan, Dylan thought.

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Soon, the time had come to learn each of their roles at the camp for the summer. They’d walked from the Firepit back over the Lodge, where Mr. Hackett waited for them patiently. Because there were less counselors than planned, they’d all have to pick up slack, which meant, according to Mr. Hackett, that they all might need to “jump out of their comfort zones.” The thought made Dylan nervous. He tried not to show it.

At the pre-camp meeting, they all learned their occupations. Kaitlyn would be the Activities Coordinator; Abi would be an art teacher of sorts; Emma would head Theatre; Jacob would head Sports; Nick would be the Kitchen Supervisor, in charge of feeding the kids; Ryan would be a Sailing Coach; lastly, Dylan would be in charge of scheduling and announcements in the morning. For Dylan, that meant working in the Radio Hut, which was close to the cabins. It would also mean early mornings, which he wasn’t excited for.

After being informed of their roles and how to perform them, Mr. H confirmed the incoming arrival of the camp kids. They’d be arriving in just fifteen minutes. Most everyone showed their excitement, but Dylan was trying his best to remain grounded. Surrounded by new people, new experiences, and his own thoughts, he was beginning to get overwhelmed. Silently, he excused himself to use the bathroom, slipping away quickly after being granted permission.

In the bathroom, he stared at himself in the mirror, trying to give some sort of mental pep talk. He slowed his breathing and kept it rhythmic, keeping his eyes locked on the mirror. You can do this, Lenivy, he told himself.

He wasn’t sure if he believed it.

#dylan lenivy #ryan erzahler #emma mountebank #abigail blyg #jacob custos #nick furcillo #kaitlyn ka #the quarry #canon divergence #set before events of the game #dylan lenivy x ryan erzahler #dylan x ryan #emma x abi #a tiny bit of emma/abi in the bg #i do this for the girls and the gays that's it

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that-sarcastic-writer · 3 years

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Coach (1)

Fandom: Dylan O'Brien

Pairing: AU Dylan x Fem!Reader

Mini series summary: Being a newly single mom of two kids wasn't exactly easy. And love wasn't exactly part of your agenda. So, should you avoid lusting over your son's baseball coach? Absolutely. But with a man like Dylan, could you really resist? Probably not.

Warnings: nothing major yet, small sexual innuendo, mentions of cheating and divorce

WC: 1.9k

A/N: a yes, to those who have been following me for a while may recognize this title, it's my old Dylan AU fic. Yes I decided to continue it. Updates will come periodically, because I write spontaneously and I cant guarantee quick updates. But I do promise I wont wait a whole year to update. And since I did some slight updates in the first 2 parts I decided to archive the old ones and repost them again. So yeah, if you've read them before great, give it another read, my writing is much better now I promise and if you're new welcome, I hope you like this mini series.

(You are here, part 2, part 3)

Dylan stood by the side of the large field, near the home plate, occasionally yelling out suggestions and pointing out mistakes to the young boys.

"Ezra! You have to watch the ball! C'mon! I know you can do better!" He called out to the blonde boy standing on the home plate with a bat in hand. Dylan then turned his attention to the dark haired boy with the baseball mitt and ball in hand.

"Roman! What's going on, buddy? You gotta focus, alright? You gotta work on that throw!" Dylan called out to the young boy, who half nodded and sighed heavily in response.

Not long after, Dylan signaled the young boys scattered throughout the large field to gather around. He spoke some encouraging words to the boys before allowing them to disperse and gather their equipment which meant practice was over.

Your son, however, stayed behind for a minute. There was an inaudible conversation happening between Dylan and your ten year-old, Roman. You watched from the bleachers as your son made some tired gestures at his coach followed by a small pat on the back from Dylan. You couldn't help but follow them with your eyes as they made their way to the bleachers, your eyes lingering a bit too long on the brown haired coach. An action that wasn't taken lightly by the female sitting beside you.

"You're staring at him again." Your best friend, Ezra's mother, Eliza -or just Liz, commented.

"I'm not." You muttered out quickly, tearing your eyes away from the handsome coach, your mouth hanging open for a couple of seconds. "I wasn't staring." You stated matter of factly and shrugged as you looked down at the small six year-old sitting on your lap, making sure she wasn't paying attention to the conversation.

"Really? The drool coming from your mouth says otherwise." Liz playfully ran her finger across your chin, pretending to wipe away at it. You slightly glared at her, an eye roll going her way.

"I'm not drooling. I wasn't even staring." You tried to defend yourself, making a small sassy gesture to her.

"Hey, I don't blame you. If I wasn't married," she took a pause as she eyed Dylan as he removed his baseball hat to run a hand through his messy chocolate locks, you couldn't help but stare as well. "I'd jump on his bones any day."

"Hey, there's young ears present." You said quietly to Liz as not to disturb the young girl in your arms.

Despite your attempt not to, you couldn't help but allow your eyes to fall once again on the field, following the handsome male that was the topic of your conversation. You had to hide the infatuated sigh that left your lips at the sight of your son's coach running around the field, talking to the kids and picking up equipment.

"Well he is handsome, I'll give him that.." You admitted quietly, "and he's really good with the kids."

Your friend smirked slightly at your words and wiggled her eyebrows at you.

"I bet that's not the only thing he's really good at." She eyed you suggestively and slightly nudged at you with her shoulder, "You should find out what other things he's good at."

Your mouth instantly fell open and your eyes widened at the insinuation.

"Eliza! Oh, my god. Don't say that." You slightly shook your head to brush off the embarrassment and hid your face on your hands to cover the crimson on your skin.

"Mommy you're warm!" Athena, your six year-old giggled as she grabbed your warm, sweaty hands. Even your daughter noticed the nervousness that crept up on you when it came to Dylan, even if it was just the topic of him. Truth was, you had been shamelessly crushing on your son's baseball coach ever since he joined the team a couple of months ago.

Get it together, you should not be crushing on your son's baseball coach.

"I know baby, it's just hot out here." You tried to brush it off, but the knowing smirk on Liz's face wasn't exactly helping. "Thena, why don't you go get Roman and Ezra? They're over there." You pointed to the field where Roman and Ezra were talking —or more like just Ezra was, to the other kids on the team. She quickly nodded and bolted off the bleachers, somehow not tripping over the steps as she went down. You sighed heavily the moment the young girl was far enough and slightly turned your head in Liz's direction.

"You should totally ask him out." She said out of nowhere with a shrug and a smirk on her face. Your eyes widened for the hundredth time, and you instantly shook your head frantically, the idea alone giving you a headache.

"Ask Dylan out? No way. I.. No.. That's just.. No." Your cheeks slightly heat up at the preposition. But you quickly turned it down with a vigorous shake of your head, not even giving the idea a minute to sink into your brain. "No, he's Roman's coach. It's just wrong."

"Why? I mean, you're single, and as far as I know, he's very single. Soo," she dragged the 'o' as she wiggled her eyebrows and she nudged your shoulder, pushing you over a little in a high school girl manner, "Why not get ready to mingle with the hot coach?"

"First of all, I'm technically not single, not yet." You groaned with an eyeroll. As much as you and your husband —or ex-husband or whatever were no longer living together, the divorce process had been unnecessarily long and dreadful. So as much as you wanted to be legally single, you were still married to that piece of shit.

"And second of all, if I were to date someone, which is a big if, I can't date Roman's coach out of all people. He already has enough as it is. It'll just confuse him and probably upset him more." You sighed heavily as you looked over to the side of the field, where all the boys were having a conversation about elementary boys' things. And there you saw your son, trying, and ultimately failing at joining said conversations. And with little Athena tugging at his side, all he got from the other kids was laughing and rejection.

Seeing your son's sad and hurt expression when the other boys laughed at him or even told him to go away broke your heart. You wanted him to be happy again. You wanted him to be the energetic and loving kid he was before your waste of a husband left. Ever since Ryan —your waste of a husband left, Roman hasn't been the same.

For the past six or so months, he has been distant and seemingly unhappy. All he ever did was lock himself up in his room and play video games. He barely ever interacted with you and Athena anymore. He barely interacted with anyone, period. Once Ryan left, it was up to you to support your kids financially. Of course, their father still paid child support, but he sure as hell didn't pay your bills or everything you needed to spend on your children. Which meant you had to take him out of the fancy school he went to in order to still pay the monthly expenses of your home. And he just didn't quite fit in at school, especially now.

So, you hoped that him joining the baseball team would change that, that it would help him open up again and that it would help him make new friends. But so far, it's worked just the opposite.

"So, I'm making dinner tonight. Do you want to come over with the kids and get drunk? Luke will watch over the kids." Liz spoke, interrupting your train of thought.

"That sounds a-mazing," you spoke in a song-like tune, a sigh of contentment leaving your lips. "But I can't. I told Roman I'd take him to that Italian place he likes."

"Tomorrow then. I'll have that Chardonnay you love so much waiting for you." She winked at you as you both stood up, ready to greet your children.

"Thank God for your alcohol stash." You joked, flinging your arms up in praise.

You both laughed and smiled in your children's direction, but your smile dropped as your kids and Ezra approached you. Ezra was holding Athena's hand, while Roman walked behind them, with a certain heaviness on his step and an annoyed look on his face. And Athena had a small pout on her face.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

"Rome doesn't want to hold my hand!" Athena whined with a pout of her lower lip. She released Ezra's hand and exchanged it for your own. Ezra going to his own mom. While Roman simply stood there, with a hand stuffed into his pockets and the other messing with the strap of his bag, his gaze stuck on the ground.

"Roman, baby," you sighed softly, not wanting to give the poor kid a hard time. You understood he didn't exactly fit in, no matter how much he wanted to, and that upset him. You didn't want to add up to that. "Your sister just wanted you to hold her hand."

"She was embarrassing me.. I'm already the kid without a dad, I don't need to be the kid with an annoying baby sister." He muttered, his gaze not once leaving the ground.

His words were harsh, but lacked emotion. And it broke your heart. But as much as you wanted to tell him that it wasn't true, that he did have a dad, you'd be lying if you did. Ryan was already absent in your children's lives before the split, but at the same time he was there, and Roman felt as if he was. But now, his father really wasn't there, at all. And there was nothing you could do about it.

You sighed softly, gesturing your free hand out for him, "Roman, come here," a heavy sigh left the young boy's lips as he took a few steps closer, standing in front of you with his head hanging low and his eyes stuck to the ground. You used your hand to hold the side of his face, his eyes meeting with your own. "Baby, Thena just wanted to show you that she loves you. She didn't mean to embarrass you, right Thena?" You turned your attention to the small girl that hid behind your arm, her eyes glistening with tears.

The small girl sniffled and shook her head, "No.. I'm sorry Rome.. I won't do it ever again, I-I promise."

You exchanged looks between your children, your eyes finally landing on Roman as you waited for a response. You raised an eyebrow at him, your eyes speaking a silent 'and' to the boy. He eventually signed, almost too heavily, and nodded.

"It's okay, I guess.. I don't really mind all that much." He half smiled, shrugging slightly.

Athena's expression quickly lightened, the small girl detached herself from your hand and hugged her older brother. And as much as he hated to admit it, he didn't mind the affection. He returned the hug and smiled, for a moment at least.

After a second or two, Roman slightly pushed Athena off him, signaling that that had been enough affection for a day. You breathed out softly, turning to look at Liz, who gave you a sympathetic smile in response.

"Well my loves, off we go. Say goodbye to Auntie Liz and Ezra." Both your children did as you said. Athena hugging both of them, and Roman simply waving at them. Good enough.

And at last, you gave Liz a quick but tight hug, "I'll call you tomorrow." You said shortly before you grabbed a hold of your daughter's hand and your son's bag, and eventually parted ways.

Today was gonna be a long day.

《Here's an edited version of part 1. As always I hope y'all enjoyed it. I'm trying to get back into writing after a long year, hopefully this will help me get back on track. Let me know your thoughts. And let me know if you'd like to be added to my dylan/coach taglist which I do have》

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derangedrhythms · 3 years

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Sun compilation for @themoonandthewanderer

"The sun hardly touches me. / Sometimes I see it in early spring, rising very far away. / Then leaves grow over it, completely hiding it. I feel it / glinting through the leaves, erratic, / like someone hitting the side of a glass with a metal spoon. / Living things don’t all require / light in the same degree. Some of us / make our own light: a silver leaf / like a path no one can use, a shallow / lake of silver in the darkness under the great maples."

— Louise Glück, The Wild Iris; ‘Lamium’

"But this night of mine can’t be killed by any sun."

— Alejandra Pizarnik, The Shadow Texts; from ‘The Green Table’, tr: Yvette Siegert

"…threaten the Sun, in the Moon’s name, with being engulfed by perpetual night."

— Robert Graves, The Greek Myths: The Complete and Definitive Edition

"We'll celebrate the dead sun's dying light."

— Charles Baudelaire, Complete Poems; 'Spleen et Idéal' from 'Black Bile (Millenium of memories...)', tr. Walter Martin

"Then the sun again / Waking like a torn-out eye."

— Ted Hughes, Moortown Diary; from 'Coming down through Somerset'

"…that old villain the Sun"

— Aristophanes, quoted by Robert Graves in 'The Greek Myths: The Complete and Definitive Edition'

"Close out the sun, for I would have it dark / That I may feel how black the grave will be."

— Sara Teasdale, Helen of Troy and Other Poems; from ‘Beatrice’

"furious anger in spring sunshine,"

— Margaret Atwood, Selected Poems II: Poems Selected & New: 1976-1986; from ‘Not the Moon’

"Black, but still a sun, / Like the Sun's negative."

— Ted Hughes, Collected Poems: Uncollected (1983-86); from 'Sacrificed Head'

"...the sky where the sun was already rising like a hot white bitch."

— Toni Morrison, from 'Sula'

"The sun is dressed in black."

— Charles Baudelaire, Complete Poems; 'Spleen et Idéal' from 'Possessed', tr. Walter Martin

"The sun doesn't forgive, / it looks and keeps going."

— Margaret Atwood, from ‘Power Politics’

"Who would not blot out the sun sometimes?"

— Susanna Clarke, from 'Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell'

"And so for days Magdalena obsessively barricaded the windows of her room against the gusty sunshine and tumult of spring."

— Joyce Carol Oates, Dreams from the Witch House: Female Voices of Lovecraftian Horror; from ‘Shadows of the Evening’

"I'm reminded of the sun of my childhood. Infused with death,"

— Alejandra Pizarnik, The Shadow Texts; from ‘The Green Table’, tr: Yvette Siegert

"I feel more vulnerable in the spring than in the fall. That’s why I’m so damp. This isn’t sweat. It’s something the sun has wrung from my heart."

— Izumi Kyoka, Japanese Gothic Tales; ‘One Day in Spring’, tr. Charles Shiro Inouye

"Drowned in a pool of blood the sun lies slain."

— Charles Baudelaire, Complete Poems; 'Spleen et Idéal' from 'Evening Harmony', tr. Walter Martin

"Outside the sun shines. / I dress up in ashes."

— Alejandra Pizarnik, from ‘The Lost Adventures’; untitled, tr: Cecilia Rossi

"If I were God, I'd call on the angels one night / to release the round sun into the darkness's furnace,"

— Forugh Farrokhzad, Osyan (Rebellion); from ‘Rebellious God’, tr. Sholeh Wolpé

"I hope for no good of this letter because today the sun opposes a conjunction of Saturn and the moon, and Mars opposes Jupiter which is back on my sun. Defy these stars."

— Ted Hughes, Letters of Ted Hughes; from a letter to Olwyn Hughes, 22nd May 1956

"Don’t speak to me of the sun or I’ll die."

— Alejandra Pizarnik, from ‘Extracting the Stone of Madness’, tr. Yvette Siegert

"She hated the sun too because it was treacherous."

— Sylvia Plath, Johnny Panic and The Bible of Dreams; from ‘Tongues of Stone’

"Doom on the sun!"

— Dylan Thomas, The Collected Poems of Dylan Thomas: The New Centenary Edition; from ‘Find meat on bones’

"What’s deadlier than the sun?"

— Jean-Paul Sartre, from 'The Flies', tr. Stuart Gilbert

"The sun will never rise again on anyone. / Never. Never more. At last."

— Marguerite Duras, from 'Hiroshima Mon Amour', tr. Richard Seaver

"…the dark glasses interfere with my ability to recognize obstacles. I can’t take them off, the sunny weather ruins my mood, and they help mask all this sunniness. With them I can even pretend that the sky is overcast instead of bright blue, so I have been wearing them continuously for the last week, eager to deceive myself, and getting into accidents, but better a couple of accidents than the depression that will inevitably follow if I’m forced to live under the cloudless sky."

— Mariam Petrosyan, from 'The Gray House', tr. Yuri Machkasov

"Or the funeral of the sun;"

— Dylan Thomas, The Collected Poems of Dylan Thomas: The New Centenary Edition; from ‘Here in this spring’

"My painful moon-eyes wait and brood / To view the sun's demise."

— Gertrud Kolmar, Dark Soliloquy: The Selected Poems of Gertrud Kolmar; from 'The Toad', tr. Henry A. Smith

"The sun was like a feverish eye."

— Sadeq Hedayat, The Blind Owl and Other Stories; from 'The Blind Owl', tr. D. P. Costello

"You might think a total solar eclipse would have no colour. The word “eclipse” comes from ancient Greek ekleipsis, “a forsaking, quitting, abandonment.” The sun quits us, we are forsaken by light. Yet people who experience total eclipse are moved to such strong descriptions of its vacancy and void that this itself begins to take on colour. What after all is a colour? Something not no colour. Can you make a double negative of light? Would that be like waking from a dream in the wrong direction and finding yourself on the back side of your own mind? There is a moment of reversal within totality."

— Anne Carson, Decreation: Poetry, Essays, Opera; from ‘Totality: The Colour of Eclipse’

#compilations #that old villain the sun #long post

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cuzloki · 4 years

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I wanted to write something different. So this is kinda different from my other stuff. If you guys like it let,e know and I’ll right more. If you have critiques let me know. Also I know spelling and grammar is not my strong suit so don’t be to hard on me haha. I hope you enjoy reading. ❤️

Everyone has their horror stories about their time in jail.....I mean school, but mine is a bit different. It's not about what was said to me it was about what wasn't said. I was ignored. Cast out by the popular crew and when I was talked to I was treated like a gazelle that had been accidentally put in the lion pen. But what people didn't know was that I have a secret. I'm a werewolf, an alpha werewolf. My best friend Ashton and my boyfriend Robbie are as well. I was born an alpha werewolf. Ashton and I have been friends since we were 2 and let's just say I went through a biting faze at around 4 that turned him into my omega. Then when I was 16, I met Robbie. I was with him for 2 years before I told him about me being a werewolf. Let's just say the idea of being just like me was everything to him. So now there is my little mini pack of 3, including me.

I am a tall blonde with hazel eyes. I'm not the skinniest thing but more muscular. I'm very shy but once you get to know me I can be quite the spit fire. Ashton is tall and muscular with the brightest smile you’ll ever see. He has the deepest green eyes that turn hazel in the right light. His hair is naturally brown but it's dyed black and brushed to the side currently. Robbie is a tall British boy with greenish-blue eyes that you could get lost in. He has brown hair that most of the time is just brushed and left to do its own thing.

My wolf is a jet black wolf with red eyes signifying the alpha gene. There is a little white patch on my wolfs chest that is white as snow. Ash’s wolf is white with glowing green eyes, which signifies his ability of telekinesis. He can control people and link people together so they can communicate through their minds. Robbie's wolf is jet black like mine with bright blue eyes, signifying his ability to do magic. He has a gene that was unknown to him from a warlock way back in his family tree. So technically he's a hybrid werewolf and warlock.

I get out of my car with a bag of groceries and start walking up the path to my house. It had a farmers porch around the front and is painted egg shell blue. The shingles on the roof are grey with specks of black freckled through them. The two story house stood at the edge of the forest on a dead end street where it is the only house. As my boots clicked on the stone walkway, the door to my house flew open " Hello love., let me grab that for you!" Robbie smiled at me fro. The door and put his hand into the air as a blue glow enveloped my grocery bag and floated towards Robbie. The bag landed I. His arms and he smiled at me as I continued walking up the path with a smirk on my face. "Well, wasn't that just magical." I say sarcastically as Robbie and I walk into the house, him still gripping the bag tightly and let out a little laugh .

We walk into the kitchen after walking through the hall entry way. The grey wash wood floor shined and the grey granite cabin area and stainless steel appliances sparkled as I walked in. "Surprise! I cleaned!" Robbie exclaimed as he set the grocery bag down on the counter and starting taking the various food items out. " You cleaned or you "cleaned" I said with air quotes and he looks over at me biting his lip. "Can't I just get credit for cleaning the place" he laughs as he walks over to me and loops his arms around my waist. "Hmm. Using your magic to get brownie points. I don't know if that's quite fair, Mr.Kay." I giggle as I wrap my arms around his neck. "Oh, you want to talk about fair! How about you making me do the dishes and the laundry?" He smirked as I started to laugh "That wasn't a werewolf thing that was a "I'm your girlfriend so do it" it. There is a difference!" Robbie threw his hands up in surrender and they landed on my hips. He brushed his lips against mine briefly and I pulled him in again to deepen the kiss. Let's just say the kiss was turning more into a make out session when there was a very loud knock on the door and yelling "Can you guys stop and just let me in!" Ashton. "He chooses now to show up on time." Robbie groans as I kiss Robbie one more time and walk to the door. I opened the door and there was look his brown eyes and newly dyed black hair. "Times like these I really hate my werewolf hearing." He mumbled as he walked past me into the house and I closed the door.

The three of us went into the living room and started talking about wolf stuff when I brought up the topic on everyone's mind. The pack. "So I found some more people for our pack boys." I looked at them both. "They are all the big show offs of high school. No one tells them what to do. Until now." I smirk and grab a chip from a nearby bag. "Why do you have to turn out of vengeance? Isn't that gonna backfire?" Ashton says and leans forward in his seat. "No it's gonna make a good pack. Strong obedient wolves that were never told what to do now have a purpose." I say as I look at Robbie "I say alpha picks her omegas. If she wants them, Ash, let her." Robbie stood up for me. I smiled at him and he smiled back. "Ok fine, not like it's my choice.When is this happening?" Ashton asks with his head in his hands. "Tonight’s football practice ends in 20 minutes." I smile as I stand up and grab the bag of chips, heading towards the kitchen. I rolled up the chip bag and placed them in the cabinet when I reached the kitchen. "Let's go boys!" I call as I head outside soon to be joined by my pack of two, soon to be more.

"GO BULLFROGS!" The team shouts as the huddle breaks signaling the end of practice. Robbie, Ash and I sit in the woods watching in wolf form. Robbie and is black fur hiding us from view and Ashton’s white fur blended with the green leaves, no one saw us. A group of 6 boys broke of from the rest of the football team and starting walking along side the woods. I looked at Ashton signaling him to use his powers to bring them into the woods. All the boys were pretty tall except 2 that were rather short. I see the piercing eyes of the boys that made my school life hell not because of what they said but the looks I was given and the lack of things they said. They come into the clearing we were sitting in and I had Robbie to my left and Ashton to my right. The boys froze unable to move or talk thanks to Ashton. All us wolves were mind-linked together so I introduced the great 6. First was Matt. The star of the football team and liked by everyone. A massive jerk but he has puppy dog brown eyes that make every girl weak in the knees. Next is Jack with his blue eyes. He was my crush back years ago and he broke my heart by simply saying no thank you when I said I liked him. Then there was Mike,Jacks best friend, he was nice but he always had that attitude like he was better than everyone else. Finally there was Dylan my first Love, even if he didn't know it. Then Nick who was a crush and I best friend to me at some point. Lastly there was John. He had been my crush in 4th grade and we haven't really talked since. I walked towards the boys , fear clear in their eyes. I shifted back into my human form, my red eyes still glowing. "Hello Boys. Long time no see" I say as I walk towards them. Still under Ashton’s control, they stood in shock and just stared at me. "I know you must be so confused right now. Thinking why us what did we do to deserve this!" I dramatically throw my arms in the air. I laughed as I looked over at one boy in particular. Jack. I walk up to Jack and grabbed his arm. "Interesting what you get yourself into, isn't it?" My eyes started to glow red as I open my mouth and bite down hard on Jack's arm. More than necessary I might add. I feel a hand on my shoulder pulling me back. It was Robbie. "Enough." I let go of Jack’s arm and blood dripped down my face. I use my werewolf speed to run down the line and bite the rest of the boys on the arm then take off, leaving the boys.

After about 20 minutes, Robbie and Ashton returned to my house to find me curled up in a ball on the couch. "I got a little carried away. " I say as I look at Robbie and Ashton. "He hurt you, I get it." Robbie said and Ashton nodded. "Let's call these boys shall we." I say as I got up and went out onto my deck. I howled ,loud ,turning my eyes red. I heard howls in return and knew they were on their way. Within 20 minutes 6 huge wolves stood in front of me. 4 grey and 2 tan. "Let's not be animals, boys" I say as I look at each one of them. Screams filled the air along with cracks and cries as they all turned human again. My howl triggered their first transformation and it hurts bad for the first month or so. The boys were in heaps on the ground. "Why" I knew that cocky voice. Matt. "Why?! Because I could, because I can. Because all the shit you guys put me through I thought I'd repay the favor. Plus I needed more wolves. Let me introduce my beta, Robbie" I pointed to Robbie "and my newly ranked up delta, Ashton"

#abo imagines #alpha beta imagines #werewolf one shots #werewolf imagine #robbie kay #ashton irwin #5sos one shot #robbie kay imagine #a/b/o dynamics

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ts-nightingaleislands · 5 years

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Episode #4- “if I have to do another tribal I'm gonna tonya Harding these bitches”- Austin

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I have not gotten a chance to see tribal's entirety, but something did stand out. Tawni essentially implied that OG Thrush would stick together and do what it takes and it told me that perhaps there are people on that tribe unwilling to work with Petrel. I understand that we have our OG tribe but I will say that people who arent open to working with others may not be good for the long run so I think Im gonna try and evaluate a few things and go from there as far as maximizing my benefits

The Dylan blindside went very well. I would have very much preferred to see Tawni leave, only because she's still the person I've talked to least. Unfortunately, Cheatham and Austin both wanted her to stay, which is why we voted Dylan, who was a much more aggressive player than Amy. I figure that it's early on, a swap could come any day now, so I've been preparing for one. I've already tried to get a Tawni vote prepared in the event we lose, which was actually very easy because she told me she wanted to get rid of Noah and that's all he needed to be good with it. (It also helps that he was independently considering voting Tawni before I told him that). Cheatham and Austin would likely prefer to vote Amy, which I would not prefer. Amy is much less likely to betray me than Tawni as far as I can tell, and the absolute worst case scenario regarding a swap would make Amy an easy scapegoat vote if we lose. Tawni would be much harder to vote out in that scenario. Premerge is all about making strong connections to carry me through the rest of the game, just laying my foundation now. Austin and Noah both trust me so much, and then Cheatham appears to be seen as a fourth wheel to our alliance. Austin and Noah (especially Noah) are huge players, so if you're going to take a shot at my alliance, it would make more sense to get one of them, and Cheatham has already been seen to get votes on him due to certain aspects of how he comes off (blatantly refusing to work with people afaik?). I'm not the big guy in my alliance, but I'm not the expendable guy either. Right where I'd want to be. Assuming I can actually form strong social connections with everyone, and let's be honest, that's 50/50. Oh no do I need to take control of the game strategically to have a shot at winning?? Well if I do, the bigmovez part of my brain will have to wait until we merged, because I have already established that the premerge is a time for fostering strong connections!

Well that went according to plan and Dylan went home! Now it’s once i get tawni out (who was also against me) , i’ll get my idol! That really all i care about tbh so i have some safety come swap. Noah and I are THROWING this comp just to send home tawni and get ourselves an IDOL

So I have to pretty much start a majority alliance later though right now I am more focused on the challenge. As of this moment, I like the idea sharing going around for the challenge. Baby Got Back may be questionable to some but we just want to have fun! Im ready to get this going and just have a fun challenge with hopefully another win!

Im nervous sorta in that last time I had to edit the music video and it was ao stressful knowing if we lost it would be my fault. It does sorta deem AnnMarie is running into trouble so I might have to do it again unfortunately and its like ahhh

Pleaseeeeee have a tribe swap soon . I love my tribe but if I have to do another tribal I'm gonna tonya Harding these bitches .

Last night felt like a mess. Rizo joins a chat with Kyle and Tim supposedly to get info from and the belief is they may want to target one of us, meanwhile Gwen makes a chat with me and Sara calling it Detectives where we end up voicing concerns and sure enough Rizo and Tim's history is brought up. The girls and AnnMarie get sketched out from Tim and by association Kyle, Steven meanwhile is gaining cool points like Santa Claus and yeah. Im pretty certain its only a matter of time before peoppe search stuff about me but man this tribe is becoming a secret ball of chaos

And Liam is an unproblematic cool kid too

Well. I cried myself to sleep. And I woke up crying. I want to give up so bad. Cause it’s like at this point I have zero chance of winning so what’s the point. I don’t know anyone on the other side. My one ally in the game sucks ass. Granted my entire tribe does. And it’s like I’m assuming at this point we aren’t swapping and y’all are gonna keep us here until merge except there will be no one from my tribe left to merge. I’m just so fucking tired of trying

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Wow, I can’t believe we won again. And in a landslide. It was a lot of fun making that video. And yes, that is a real snake. And no, I had never touched a snake before. And yes, it was weird. Okay, so here’s what went down over the past few days. Rizo told the CORGIS that Tim wanted to make an alliance with him and Kyle. I don’t know if that actually came to fruition yet, but after doing some digging, Chris found out that both Kyle and Rizo work for FedEx. Even though they live in different states, they may have bonded over this, or maybe they met at some point? No idea. Anyway, we are keeping our eyes out. This prompted Chris, Sara, and I to make a new sub-alliance called Detectives. We discussed the possibility of Rizo going rogue and we also discussed concerns about Tim. I did some research online and found Rizo’s Survivor audition video on Youtube. I think he may be a little more of a game player than we initially thought, but I mean, a lot of people in these ORGs apply for the actual shows. But it did make me and Sara question our Sunt alliance with him. I also did some digging on Tim and found out that he has played in a lot of ORGs and he has won, or done well, in a significant number of them. Reading reviews from his past competitors makes me even more nervous about him. They said that he was really great at game play and basically slayed the social game. He is way too much of a threat and we need him out of this game before he can manipulate people. And this makes sense with Tim’s Devils…I realized that he could have just told the whole tribe about the concerns with Noah, but he decided to just tell the girls. Now, sure, maybe this was out of the kindness of his heart, but based on the information that I found, I think that it was a strategic move to gain trust with us. Oh, and also, I accidentally almost blew up that alliance…we were talking about alliances and he said he was only in one alliance. However, I know that he has approached at least two other people with the possibilities of alliances, so I highly doubt that is true. Anyway, I mentioned it in the Detectives and Chris was like oh he has an alliance? But Sara and I saved it (I hope) by telling him that he was probably talking about the chat he made with the girls since the hosts technically had to call that an alliance. I think we’re good? I’m debating whether we tell Chris the name. Tim’s Devils is a total joke and none of the girls are actually loyal to it, but I don’t want the name coming back to Chris. He is still my #1 and I want him to be able to trust me. It was funny because when I was talking to Tim, he said we have a good alliance and I was like Tim’s Devils? And he asked how many alliances I was in. I was like ohhh I didn’t realize that was a real alliance because no one has talked in it. Then tried to cover it up with asking whether it is normal for people to make alliances before losing a challenge. Who knows if he bought it. I’m just going to keep playing up the N00B card for now. So everyone that I have talked to has said they are concerned about Tim. He is my target. So this could go two ways – either everyone really wants Tim out, or they really want me out and that’s the name they are giving me. I hope it’s the former, but either way it has been fun! If it is the latter, it was a great learning experience! It’s kind of hard to say what the next move is, since we don’t know if there will be a swap…and if there is a swap, who would be on my tribe. Ideally, we would have the majority in both tribes. I guess the most likely groups are 5v2 and 4v3. My only concern is that the other tribe might have the immunity idol. In that case, we wouldn’t be able to split votes in the 4v3 tribe. We could in the 5v2 tribe…I guess we will have to see when we switch tribes!

I just wanted to touch base cause I think theres a tribe swap. I also formed a pseudo alliance with kyle and rizo just in case we ever lose to make sure i have the numbers with the Tim's Devils alliance.

I'm in a bit of a peculiar position. Two people on my tribe, Noah and Austin, both appear to want to have me as their number one, both positioning themselves in such a way that it would be advantageous for me to side with them. If this is true, then I am probably in the best spot on this tribe, and I control the vote. Do I side with Noah and vote Tawni, who is much more likely to ditch me in a swap than Amy? Do I side with Austin and vote Amy, which would complete Austin's list and give us control of the idols? Do I vote Cheatham, because I've gone mad with power and it's theoretically possible? So many possibilities! However, the best one in my opinion is to vote Tawni out for two reasons: 1. She popped off at the challenge. Not like "oh no what a physical threat vote her out before she goes on an immunity run". But it's obvious that she put so much effort into the challenge, that even Petrel would recognize that. So if she's voted out, it's clear to everyone that the Thrush tribe may be a bit of a mess. And if we're so disjointed, in the event of a swap, we aren't a coalition worth toppling over. We're numbers they can use to fulfill their own objectives. 2. She never talks to me. Amy never talks to me, but she never talks to anyone. Tawni talks all the time to other people (or so I've heard). Voting her out reduces the number of options other people (Austin) have, forcing them to stick with me or jump into the unknown that is Petrel. I really hope this is the best move, and if I get 14th bc I'm swapfucked then >:( (i guess thats not as bad as a blindside tonight)

Wohooo “we won another challenge this is so great!” I must say I am impressed at how well my tribe is doing and it’s great I’m safe and practically made the merge. However how can I go to a merge and not know who to trust. I trust my corgi alliance and Kyle but Honeslty they haven’t been tested yet to see if they are loyal which is scary. Another calm round where I can’t go into the immunity pool or target someone in my tribe. I’m anticipating a tribe swap, I don’t really want one because if I get tribe swapped I’ll be upset but at this point I’m ready to get some gameplay going and hopefully Chris and myself or Gwen can get this game going.

Shit hit the fan I’ve got a great ally in Sara who filled me in on a lot about our tribe and the other tribe. We work really well together. Turns out there’s a 6 person alliance of Gwen Sara rizo Liam Chris and AnnMarie. Sara felt on the bottom, so she talked to me. She is in an alliance chat with me AnnMarie and Kyle. This alliance of six is supposedly falling apart though. This leaves Tim. He talked to me after my reward challenge win, and he seemed somewhat insecure about his place. He’s pretty much on the bottom. Me and Sara agree that he could be an easy target to keep our place in the game if we lose soon, or if there’s an unfavorable swap. Noah seems to be on the bottom of the other tribe, so that could help us in a swap as well. Tribal happens soon and I’m pretty nervous, not necessarily for what happened at tribal, but what might come after

This entire round has been a mood and I'm extra upsetty spaghetti that I wasn't around more to hassle people! Honestly, I'm just counting the days before I get caught for my shenanigans! I literally spilled the entire idea of the 6 person alliance (as well as other groups) to Steven this round because well, it's full of duos and I'm not any of their priority. Plus, I'm generally not an underdog in games, but I love working with the underdogs and I sorta see Steven as that. If he leaks all I told him, I'm probably screwed...but I think he trusts me because he was willing to pass info and strategize with me too. Lastly, Gwen and Chris are totally a duo and Tim is sketchy...that's all! :)

well, i lost my closest ally dylan so now im feeling pretty alone. i think i could be going this round but some people are telling me to vote tawni so im going to do that and hope it works. wish me luck!

Sooooo I just edited the entirety of the lip sync challenge and it was super fun to watch everyone dance and mess around with the lyrics. I wasn't in love with the song, but I gotta admit that the end result was really nice. Gwen helped out a ton by making a Google docs and organizing things. I'm super disappointed with the other tribe though. It had little effort, and Trent really tore into them. Trent also said that the horn girl had him cracking up. I'm the horn girl. I was very happy. I was told some very interesting stuff about Tim. I already had a pretty bad vibe from him, but I guess Gwen confirmed my inkling. I don't think I will be aligning myself with him during the game.

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4 votes Tawni, 2 votes Amy.

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