#and thank you for introducing me to a lot of wonderful music bestie!

[theslyvoid9]

i'd make an assumption about you but i think i dont even have to assume anymore i just know half the time.

i will say the things i DID NOT expect: 1) that you had a fursona 2) that you would like my emo music 3) that our sense of humor would click so well

KSCBVKHDBFKHSDBHK yeah you making any assumptions would probably be true at this point sjndf

i can understand the humour and music thing but im still so flabbergasted that you at one point assumed i didn't have a fursona

[allegra-writes]

"We are Never Getting Back Together"

Armand x Daniel Molloy, Lestat x Louis

Crack, All-human AU

Teen and Up

Warnings: Mention of alcohol abuse, mention of arson, mention of animal death, vandalism against Lestat's luscious locks

Lestat and Louis keep breaking up and making it everyone's problem

Disclaimer: I don't own any recognizable character, and for legal reasons I won't be accepting tips for this story or any story set in Anne Rice's Immortal Universe. Thank you!

MY MASTERLIST

Daniel never saw himself as the kind of person who could be friends with his boyfriend’s ex. He had always thought of himself as too jealous, too possessive to be able of something like that. He knew, of course, that Armand was friends with his ex-fiance, Louis, but that was different.

Don’t get him wrong, he would still get a pang of jealousy sometimes, Louis was hot as fuck, probably the hottest person Daniel had ever met, and that was saying something. But Louis had actually been the one to introduce him and Armand, and besides, he was too wrapped up in his own relationship for his eyes or his heart to wander off. No, Daniel knew there was no space in Louis’ life for anyone but Lestat.

Lestat, beautiful, mercurial, charismatic Lestat. It had come as no surprise to Daniel, after years and years of hearing about his adventures, his charm, his talent, when his band had hit it big, going viral and topping charts with only an EP and a homemade youtube music video. 

What had come as a surprise, as Daniel interviewed the man for the San Francisco Bay Times, was how quickly they had clicked, getting along like a house on fire right from the beginning. They both had the same sardonic sense of humor, the same wanderlust, general lust for life, and if Armand was to be believed, the same recklessness. Overnight they had become besties, thick as thieves, attached at the hip, so much so it was rare to spot one on a night out without the other. Extending an invitation to one meant extending it to both of them, they were a package deal. 

Unfortunately, that also meant he was, along with Armand, his emergency contact, his first number on speed dial, and his unofficial therapist/attendant whenever he and Louis had a fight. And they fought a lot.   

He was so used by now to Lestat’s late-night emergencies, he picked up his phone before even waking up completely.

“Hmwah?” 

“Daniel, can you come pick me up?” Not even a good night, Daniel, I hope I’m not waking you up then, but Lestat’s nasal voice told him he probably was in no state to think about pleasentries. Daniel went instantly into alert.

“Lestat, what happened? Are you ok?”

Apparently, that was the wrong thing to say, because on the other side of the line, Lestat started to sob. Shit. It was going to be one of those nights, then. 

“Lestat, listen to me, are you hurt?” Daniel decided to check, just in case, “Do I need to call someone else?” Gabrielle, the police, an ambulance…

“Lou- Louis and I had a fi- …fight” Lestat hiccupped. Yeah, no shit. “Can y-you come pi- pick me up?”

Daniel sighed,

“Alright, yeah, sure. Where are you?” 

There was a beat of silence on the other side of the line, then some shuffling, as if Lestat was moving around, then a sound of distress, a little pathetic whimper before he seemed to give up.

“Can’t Armand just track my phone?”

Armand was already sitting up on the bed, iPad in hand,

“I got him, let’s go”

Twenty-five minutes later, they were in the bay, parking in front of the seedy bar their friend had undoubtedly been drowning his sorrows in before being cut off, looking for a blonde head of hair in the small crowd. 

“There,” Armand pointed at a slouched figure sitting criss-crossed applesauce on the sidewalk. 

No wonder Daniel hadn’t spotted him before, he was looking for a blonde, and Lestat’s hair was a dirty reddish-purple. Just what the hell had happened to his friend this time?

It took Daniel’s and Armand’s combined strength to pull Lestat up and stuff him into the back seat, uncooperative as he was being.

“Give me the keys” Daniel pretty much demanded once they had managed to close the door without Lestat toppling over.

Armand frowned,

“Why?”

“Because you drive like a maniac” Daniel explained, trying to suppress an eye-roll, “and Lestat’s totaled, so unless you want to be scrubbing his diner off the upholstery at sunrise, you’ll let me drive”

His boyfriend did roll his eyes but tossed the keys at him anyway. 

“Fine. But if he does end up getting sick, you’ll be the one cleaning it”

“Yes, boss” Daniel muttered under his breath as he turned the ignition. A quick side glance at Armand’s unamused face told him he had been heard. 

“Love ya” He offered, sheepishly. There was a choked sound coming from behind. Then, not ten seconds later, full-on wailing as Lestat cried, 

“Louis used to love me!”

“Louis does love you, Lestat” Armand deadpanned, the picture of disinterest on the passenger seat.

“No, he doesn’t!” Lestat all but shrieked, “He called me a sow’s ear! He said I was thin and carping!”

A sow’s ear? Who talked like that anymore? What did that even mean?

Armand let out a pensive hum.

“You are carping. Probably why you get along so well with Daniel…”

Daniel huffed, 

“We’re not carping, we’re simply brutally honest. And for what it’s worth, Lestat, you’re thick af. I think Louis was just trying to hurt you”

“You think I’m thick?” Lestat sniffed. Of course, that was the part he was latching onto.

“Yes, Lestat, you are thick, beefy, swoll, ripped, more strapping than Michelangelo’s David” Daniel could almost physically feel Armand’s new eye-roll, “Happy?”

Jesus.

“Babe… Is there something I should know?”

“Yes, Daniel, Lestat and I are having the most scandalous and torrid illicit affair” His boyfriend spoke at him  in the same bored tone he had used for Lestat, “We’re planning on eloping”

“... Imp”

“... Asshole”

“Brats”

Lestat and Daniel sulked in silence for a while, but at least the blonde had stopped crying. Speaking of, 

“Lestat, what happened to your hair?”

“Louis threw his drink at me” 

Just what was in that drink? Cool- aid? Manic panic? Daniel hoped Lestat had some strong clarifying shampoo at home. It was a testament to Lestat’s love for Louis that the normally vain rock star didn’t even seem to care about his hair at all at the moment.

“He made a mess of me and then broke up with me in front of the whole bar! People had their phones out! It was so humiliating! And then the blaireau blocked me! I tried to call him forty-three times. Look!”

Lestat almost fell to the front seat trying to press his cell phone to Daniel’s ear to show him.

“It’s ok, dude, I believe you,” He said. Then, because he evidently loved to voice the most controversial opinion no matter what, he told him, “Maybe it’s not a bad thing, you know? Maybe it’ll be good for you not to talk to each other for a while…”

Lestat looked completely bewildered. Armand looked alarmed.

“What do you mean?”

Armand was frantically gesturing at Daniel to shut his mouth, but Daniel being the absolute idiot that he was, kept talking.

“Well, I love Louis, you guys know I do. But maybe you guys are…” Dysfunctional? Toxic? More fucked up than Courtney and Kurt? “Not very healthy together. Maybe some time apart will be good for you”

Daniel was sure if the gesture wasn’t so undignified, Armand would have facepalmed. Lestat, on his part, let out an incredulous bark of laugh.

“Not healthy? No, no, we’re passionate. We can be intense sometimes but it’s only cause we love each other so much…”

“Lestat, he set your house on fire once” 

He shrugged,

“So what? He set Armand’s dorm on fire once too”

Daniel felt his jaw drop,

“You realize that makes it worse, don’t you?”

“I don’t know, Daniel” Armand mused, “I had killed his cat…”

“Not on purpose!” Daniel missed the look Lestat and Armand exchanged in the rearview mirror before the latter uttered a dry, 

“Right”

“All I’m trying to say” Yeah, Daniel never knew when to shut up, “is maybe you guys should take a break. You know, explore other options” Daniel really thought he would convince him with that one. How naive of him.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Daniel, there’s no one for me but Louis!” And Antoine, and David, and Dora, and Jesse, and Rowan and Gretchen and- “A break? A break?? What would he want a break for? No, Louis and I are forever, he is MINE! There is a CHORD tying us together, an unbreakable bond! He might not see it, but it is REAL!”

 The rest of Lestats rant went on in a french too fast for Daniel to even try to understand, but he got the gist. Armand occasionally threw the perfunctory dirty look at Daniel, but by the time they reach their apartment, Lestat had worn himself out. It was a struggle to get him to the elevator and an even bigger struggle to get him through the hall. There was a perilous moment right after they got inside when Daniel had aimed for the living room and Armand aimed for the kitchen, and they had almost ended up a tangle of limbs on the floor.

“Dude, where are you going?”

“He is not sleeping on the Massaud like that” Armand’s tone broke no argument, making Daniel sigh but immediately yield, following Armand’s lead to the kitchen sink, where Lestat came to just enough to curse at the cold water being poured over the back of his head, but even he in his drunken state knew there was no use fighting when it came to Armand and his ridiculously expensive couch, so he remained pliant as they scrubbed his head with dish soap.

“Well, shit” Daniel declared when it was clear no matter how much they rubbed, rinsed, and repeated, Lestat's previously golden locks were now a bold shade of magenta. 

“Wha?” His friend made a valiant attempt to ask, but his unfocused stare made it clear he wouldn’t understand -much less remember- what happening around him.

“Nothing, buddy” Daniel was swift to reassure him anyway. If anyone could relate to the confusion, vulnerability, and physical discomforts Lestat was undoubtedly feeling, it was him. “Just, Louis left you something to remember him in the morning…”

Lestat’s already glassy eyes lit up at the mention of his (ex) boyfriend,

“A present?”

Daniel sighed, 

“Yeah, dude. Something like that…”

Next to him, Armand took his phone out and snapped a quick picture. Daniel didn’t even bother scolding him.

“For Claudia?” He asked. Armand nodded. Louis’ little sister and he only ever saw eye to eye to talk shit about Lestat. 

“Claudia?” Daniel tried not to laugh at Lestat’s panicked expression and the way his eyes darted around the room searching for the nonexistent threat. 

“She’s not here, you can relax, dude” 

The former blonde visibly deflated, the tension leaving his frame, making Daniel adjust his hold so as not to drop him as he guided him to the couch. 

“She hates me” Lestat confided before throwing himself on the cushions.

“She doesn’t hate you,” Daniel said with as much patience as he could muster, “she’s just very protective of his brother”

“No, she does hate him” Armand stated with his usual solemnity. Daniel fought not to find it endearing.

“Armand, remember our talk about white lies” He waited till his boyfriend nodded his affirmation, “That was one. Lestat is in a vulnerable state and he doesn’t need to be distressed any further” Not to mention they didn’t need another one of his meltdowns.

“Oh” Armand observed, “I don’t think he’s heard anyway”

It was true, Lestat was already out like a light, snoring softly as he held one of the tiny green velvet pillows to his chest. 

“He looks so peaceful like this, I can see what you saw in him”

Armand scoffed derisively, 

“I was young, stupid and had terribly tacky taste back then” 

“Oh, yeah, I can see how your taste in men improved” Daniel snorted, pointing at his Rick and Morty’s black and green pajamas. Armand hooked a finger on the waistline of his cotton pants, tugging him closer.

“My taste has improved greatly” He declared before crashing their mouths together in a kiss that would have their friend howling and whistling at them if he was conscious. 

A sudden bolt of brilliance had Daniel breaking the kiss to suggest,

“Let’s use Lestat’s face to unlock his phone, I wanna change Louis’ ringtone” 

“... Very well, beloved, what do you have in mind?” Armand’s curiosity beated his annoyance at having their moment cut short. 

“Taylor Swift” was all he needed to say. Armand threw his head back in one of his rare, musical, almost boyish bursts of laugh Daniel loved so much. 

Whatever Lestat’s revenge to their little prank would be, Daniel decided right then and there, it would be worth it.

[samspenandsword]

Congratulations on 300 followers! 🫶🏻 Thank you so much for doing these requests as well, it's such a good idea! I would like 👄 (man, prequel, can be either NSFW or SFW, whatever is easier for you!), 😎 (either, prequel), and ❤️ (either, prequel) pls!

My name is Molly, I'm 20 years old, and my pronouns are she/her. Some of my favorite planets are Naboo, Alderaan, Coruscant, Kamino, and Shili. I'm quite tall (5'9") with thin build, and I have light brown/dark blonde hair and hazel eyes. I'm quite shy in the beginning and have social anxiety, but once you get to know me, I start to open up more. I like older music ('60s and '70s stuff) and I'm not a picky eater. I'm much better with literature/language/writing/philosophy/history/humanities than math and science. I love researching music history, and I also play three instruments (piano, guitar, and drums). Sorry if this is too much lol! Thanks again :)

MOLLY BABE!! Thank you so much for requesting!! I hope the start of the new year has been okay for you!

Sam's Pen and Sword 300 Follower Celebration (Closed)

Molly's Follower Celebration Request

Ship request 👄

I know you're a Cody girl (which, same), but I truly ship you so much with Kix! You have just such a warm presence that I think Kix would absolutely relish in after a hectic mission or day with the 501st. Kix is more of a scientific mind than a artistic mind, but I can see the both of you having a wonderful date at a nature and science museum!! And I can envision you introducing him to music like the (space) Jackson 5, Queen, the Bee Gees, the Beatles, ABBA. (Kix is an absolute fanboy for Space!ABBA). He'd also be so amazed at how you can play three instruments! Kix would also be completely understanding that you're a little socially anxious, and would never push you into situations you're not comfortable with, like a rowdy night at 79's with his brothers (they can be a lot even for him lol). Overall, I think you and Kix would be super cute!!

Kix could feel tension leaving his body as he stepped over the threshold and into your home. He felt like he was cocooned in warmth and comfort as soon as the door had slid shut. Not much had changed here, it seemed. That looked like a new blanket thrown over the couch, and your guitar case was open on the floor, like you'd just recently played it. But the home still looked the same. Still smelled the same. Like freshly done laundry and linen. A calming scent. A stark difference from the usual sharpness of bacta and blaster cleaner that lingered in his nose while deployed. Still felt the same. Light, open, welcoming. Like home. Kix could hear music playing, a smile growing unbidden as he recognized it. Straining to listen, Kix could hear you puttering around in your bedroom. So he simply began to remove his armor, efficiently, but langorously. He was home now. There was no rush. His hair had gotten longer, Kix noticed, running a bare hand over his head. He wondered if he should just let it grow, or if he should buzz it back into its usual pattern. But again, there was no rush. He didn't have to decide now. Kix was just finished stacking his armor into a neat pile in the basket by your door when you emerged from the bedroom. As gorgeous as ever. And Kix felt his heart skip a beat. "Kix!" You rushed to him, throwing your arms around him with a happy, surprised laugh. "I didn't expect you until tonight!" "I got finished early and wanted to surprise you." "You didn't pawn your paperwork off on Coric, did you?" Kix chuckled. The thought had crossed his mind. "No, mesh'la." The music was still playing. An upbeat tune that made him feel unburdened and airy. It melted away the stress from his shoulders as easily as you did. Kix held out his hand. "Dance with me?" "Kix!" He didn't wait for your answer, smiling cheekily as he snagged you and brought you right to his chest. And it was as you burst into happy laughter, letting Kix swing you around the living room, that it fully sank in: He was home.

Bestie request 😎

I can envision you and Fives absolutely being besties! Maybe not at first, because Fives is a lot even when he's not actively being chaotic, but after getting to know each other, breaking past the initial awkwardness of meeting people, I can really see the two of you hitting it off! Fives drags you on random adventures, forcing you out of your shell. But it's usually something you have interest in: a new restaurant, a coffee shop concert, the Space Rock n Roll Hall of Fame lol. Fives' spontaneity is so refreshing for you. And you love introducing him to new foods (I think Fives would be a foodie if he had the time and opportunity).

"What is this place?" You knew it didn't look like much, but you could swear on your life that this place had the best pastries this side of the galaxy. You had found it on accident, but it turned out to be quite a happy one. You had to limit yourself coming here so as not to spend all your money and eat only treats for meals. "It's one of my favorite places." You had dreams about their toffee cookies. You snorted with laughter as you walked inside and saw Fives' eyes practically glaze over with hunger and happiness. The smell of a bakery was so comforting. And you knew Fives rarely got to eat much other than the GAR-issue rations. As always, the place was bustling with activity - one employee was boxing up what looked like four dozen or so cookies while another was ringing up a customer pointing at lemon blondies. Several people were sat around the place, munching on pastries and desserts with empty latte mugs before them. "I could die today and be happy." "Same." "How do you choose what to get?? It all looks so good!" You laughed. "With a great deal of agony." Fives looked at you, and without needing to say it, you could see how much he appreciated you showing him this place. How much it meant to him to be introduced to all the things the Kaminoans deprived him and his brothers of. "Come on," he said, straightening like this was an important mission. The smile on his lips belayed the seriousness of his posture. "If I don't fall into a sugar coma after this I will have considered this outing a failure." You followed him to the counter, laughing.

Family request ❤️

For your found family, I couldn't help but picture Omega! This little girl has spent her entire life on Kamino with a strict instructor and barely any time for what the Kaminoans would likely call "frivolity." This endlessly curious girl learns that you can play different instruments and has a thousand questions about it. She asks you what Naboo is like, what it's like to see so many plants, to bask in the sunshine. She starts asking about your favorite books and wants you to read them all to her. Plus, you're a rare female presence in her life and that makes her adore you even more. And it becomes hard to not feel like a big sister to her.

It was an absolutely beautiful day on Naboo - sun shining, breeze light and cool, sky blue with lots of fluffy clouds. And Omega was having a ball. In fact, you could barely get her to sit still long enough to get her shoes on before she darted away to sprint through the fields. Speaking of shoes... She was no longer wearing them. She'd kicked them off so she could freely wiggle her toes in the grass. She would never get used to it. It tickled!! It was alive! It was so soft! And warm! Absolutely nothing like the cold, white halls of Kamino. You could only smile and shake your head fondly. That girl. Though you supposed you couldn't blame her. You yourself were so endlessly fond of Naboo. Few places were so beautiful. Omega called your name, grinning so big and wide you wondered if it hurt. "Did you bring the stuff?" As if you could forget. When you'd promised to one day take Omega for a picnic on Naboo, she had been so excited. And impatient. And now that it was finally happening, she couldn't contain herself. You smiled, holding up the basket and book you were reading together. "You mean this stuff?" Omega beamed, and helped you spread the picnic blanket. Naboo was calm and peaceful as her giggles echoed across the fields, and you couldn't help it. You giggled too. "You ready?" you asked, cracking the book open. Omega nodded quickly, mouth already full of the Mantell you'd mixed. Laughing, you began to read.

[bellewintersroe]

Hi!! I was wondering if I could have a BoB ship?

I’m pale, sort of auburn-blonde, green grey eyed, 5’6” and fairly slender but with big boobs and hips.

I'm very passionate, always smiling, empathetic, sarcastic, smart, and easy going. I hide behind my humor so people can’t get too close, and I overcompensate my shyness by talking to everyone, so no one believes I really am. I’m riddled with anxiety and massively self critical and can be stubborn and proud. But I try to always put others first, and I like to challenge myself. I’m fiercely loyal once I let someone get close to me. I’m a nurse, and I’ve been told that instead of being like “work wife,” I’m “work jester” because I just go around trying to make everyone laugh.

I love animals, especially dogs (I have 9, plus 1 geriatric cat and 8 chickens). I also love learning about anything and everything; I spend a lot of free time listening to lectures or watching documentaries. I’m an avid traveler and reader. Music is very important to me, and I listen to just about every genre from every era. Drawing and painting are my catharsis, but I love doing anything creative.

Thank you in advance! 🦊

Thank you for your request, sorry for the long wait!!! <3

I ship you with… Don Malarkey!!

Ahhhhh I was so torn on your request of who you’d match better? I definitely went for the more tender hearted, lovable, less in your face kinda guys????

When you mentioned how you used humour as a defence mechanism and also your selfless nature, I definitely leant towards Malarkey.

When you mentioned how you used humour as a defence mechanism and also your selfless nature, I definitely leant towards Malarkey.

I think Malarkey would definitely think you’re absolutely beautiful when he first lays eyes on you, let’s say somebody introduces you to one another and he goes all soft and shy??? He’s usually very playful, and maybe he is around your other friends, but around you he gets all nervous and a little awkward. It’s cute though.

lovesssss your hair, he thinks it’s such a unique and stunning colour that his eyes fixate on your fingers whenever they run through it.

Because you’re empathetic I think you could spot Malarkey’s shyness from a mile off, however because you’re so laid back and alwayssssss smiling it puts him right at ease.

adores your smile OMG, the two of you are grinning like Cheshire cats when you’re around each other and everybody can see what’s going on between the two of you.

I think you’d start out as besties who are secretly pining for one another and then one day (maybe after a couple of drinks) he kisses you and you’re shocked- he’s shocked too- but everything seems to work out perfectly from there.

he’s astonished by how beautiful you are and that you have the same feelings about him- most definitely asked ‘how are you this gorgeous’ and you’re literally like ummm idk that’s the 577th time you’ve asked me that.

Plays pranks on you the more comfortable you get with each other.

They progressively get meaner.

gets sad if you’re not smiling, really feels your emotions so he’s a super understanding guy.

he definitely doesn’t believe you when you tell him you were shy when you both met. Nothing could be as awkward as he was.

if you’re ever self critical or looking the slightest bit down, Malarkey notices this almost before you do.

he’d throw an arm around you and walk the two of you out to the most comfortable spot and kiss your forehead- ugh I’m so weak.

maybe if you’re working on rounds in the aid station and he can see you exhausting yourself, trying to boost morale, he’s the one that tells you, you need to rest.

in Bastogne he’d give you his hat and scarf- he’d never ever ever ever have his girl going cold or hungry or anything.

Very attentive, would ensure you’re not getting burnt out- and if you are then he’d talk you into just sitting for a good 30 minutes to rest.

doesn’t like you being in Bastogne, it scares the shit out of him- your relationship definitely becomes more mature??? Serious?? After this.

you’d be such a huge support for him after he looses Muck and Penkala. Seriously, just go give him a hug, he needs it.

after Bastogne you can see both your sarcastic, fun loving attitudes coming back. Of course it takes a while, but I think Malarkey really thanks you and is grateful for how truly amazing of a support you were to him and all the other boys, especially in Bastogne.

calls you Angel, love, my love.

Gets defensive if anybody is too nosy about your relationship- didn’t really think of it much, but after the war he’s really, deadly serious about marrying you and spending your lives together.

accidentally would mess up one of your drawings or paintings and almost cries- even if it’s a doodle on the back of a book or something.

sooooo soft and loving, like I said, always checking up to make sure what he’s doing is okay- this applies to during sex, I think especially after they’re finally moved off the line he’d be so attentive and caring.

those biceps, omg I’m blushing. Secretly loves it when you hold them. He’s not egotistical in the slightest so it makes him go all red.

loves animals just as much as you, it excites him the thought of you bringing home another animal, I think for a while he’d love having this as an escape after the war, whether it’s taking care of chickens or walking your dogs.

leaves you to your own hobbies in peace when you’re drawing or painting, but sometimes gets super involved and has drawing competitions.

you always win lmao.

gets surprisingly good at drawing???

You play music alllll the time in your house, and at first he acts embarrassed when you try to get him into certain songs and genres, but maybe a week later he’s humming along to the song, then the day after he’s singing it in the shower.

every song you play reminds you of him, so when you’re away he’d play them just for the comfort they bring.

misses you when you stay over at your friends for a night.

Would want lots of babies with you, he’s seen how good he can be at taking care of tiny, baby animals, so he gets more confident in his abilities of becoming a father.

would cry when his children are born, he’s super sentimental, and he’s a lot more open with his emotions with you than he’s ever been before.

family life is healing for Malarkey, the fact you’re such a patient and upbeat lover is super important to him.

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I ship you platonically with… Babe Heffron!

Like you, Babe can get a little shy around new people especially, but he hides this well with how upbeat and chatty he is.

you both would click instantly, being a nurse you’d be a lot more accepting and caring of the replacements, so you’d get to know Babe pretty quick.

let’s say you’re attached to 2nd platoon, it makes sense that you’re closest to who you spend the most of your time with.

people like you are so important to have in the army, and out on the line as your bring morale up whenever it’s at its lowest.

babe see’s how much you hide behind your humour and worms his way in, probably asks you a million questions whilst you’re trying to sew up some poor guys forehead.

if you’re anxious I don’t think Babe would understand at first? He’d get a little worried and flustered and start hollering for Malarkey, but you assure him you’re fine.

Would just sit with you sometimes in silence, it’s the most comfortable and comforting thing for you both. Especially after Julian dies in Bastogne.

Constantly laughing together, talking about all kind of nonsense.

I think because you’re pretty creative you’d come up with fun little games to pass time, whether it be a new card game, or whatever else, Babe would LOVE to play.

I think you both bring out each others inner child.

asks you loads of questions about Malarkey, and Malarkey loads of questions about you.

both so loyal to one another, you’d definitely keep such a close eye on one another after the everything.

[kuuyandere]

random thing I keep thinkin whether or whether not to share with you, but why not. I mostly follow you, apart from sometimes relatin to the yan ramblins, because you share a lot of interests or at least aesthetics, taste in music, general view on life, and I believe possibly fashion too with my boyfriend. you're also both tall (or at least have small partners? I swore I read smth abt a size difference somewhere but I forgot, sorry if I'm wrong) and very yandere, obsessive, and devoted. it makes me wonder often if you two would be good friends, but I also don't know how unawkward goin "hey I follow this guy on tumblr, hes like u, u should msg him even tho u don't rlly use tumblr, and be besties" would be.

also in terms of why im followin lowkey I have weird impulses to watch people like I'm studyin them as lab rats as they go thru severe mental issues in life. but shh, I said nothin.

Interesting, I am sure your boyfriend is a cool person. You are correct about the size difference thing (heh). I do see how it would be weird to introduce him to someone on this hellsite, it's not something that the average person uses. That and if he is as possessive/jealous as I am, I imagine he might take offense to his beloved comparing him to another yandere, but that may just be me.

Thank you for following! I don't think I share much about my "severe mental issues", but I am glad you find me entertaining anyhow.

[chanlixcentral]

Went to see one of my favorite people ever (@cynthia_jeanis) for the 4th of July, and have been home for a little while. I already miss her a lot. It had been 2-3 months since the last time I saw her, so seeing her again was just amazing. I've said this to her in person and on here, but there's never a dull moment when I'm around her. Hanging out with her is always enjoyable, even if we don't get that much time to spend together. I treasure every second. It's crazy that we met almost 6 years ago on Christmas Day of 2016. Time went by so fast, and we've only grown closer since about 2017/2018, which I credit @bts.bighitofficial for doing so. I know we would've gotten close with another common interest if it weren't K-pop. But the fact that it was K-pop, it's only made our bond stronger these past almost 6 years. Meeting her as a broken and lost 19 year old, I'll never forget that. Especially when walking into her room for the first time. I was somewhat caught off guard because at the time, I was deeply into Alternative music. But 5 days before our 1 year anniversary since we first met, I was introduced to BTS by my younger best friend (@minjimri), which is another one of my favorite people ever. They're my BTS besties, my BTS sisters, my ride or dies. They mean the world to me, even if I don't say it enough. They're the reasons why I fell hard for BTS, and being introduced to the wonderful genre of music that is K-pop. I still have hope that the day will come when I get to see BTS in concert, and when it does, I want both of them to be there with me to treasure every second of it. They've seen me go through way more than a single bias crisis since I began my journey as an ARMY. In general, they've seen me go through hell and back. I'm beyond grateful to have met them in the first place. I felt lost, broken, and generally very unhappy before moving here. But now, I've met my best friends for life. Sometimes though, I don't feel like I deserve them because they've always been so kind, loving, and accepting to me. Nonetheless, I'm eternally grateful for them. Thank you, Cynthia and Merissa. I love you with every ounce of me, and I hope you never forget that. 💜 (at Clarksville, Tennessee) https://www.instagram.com/p/CfnUuyGNgCBOUhPb3LuU5-7L6wKp05uLOTlB-A0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[honey-tea-and-cookies]

Can you make a post on who you’d frick, marry, and kill and explain why for the rising signs in the future? Would be interesting !

This is such a fun ask lol, of course I can! I'm a minor and don't really want to post NSFW content, so I changed it to Friend. I hope that's okay :). I admit I had to think about who I'd kill for while but I immediately knew the answers to the other two sorry. Thank you for sending this in :)

Friend, Marry, Kill w/ The Rising Signs

Aries: Kill. Listen, I'm friends with A TON of Aries risings. There are so many of you?? Anyway, that's not the point. Personally, I just find you guys not that interesting (in regard to your rising)? You generally have all your signs in the houses where they are meant to be. To me, that can mean you blend into the background. I think y'all are cool and fun once I get to know you, but unless you have major planets in the 1st house, I probably won't notice you straight-up sorry :(

Taurus: Marry. I am a Taurus rising so I may be biased BUT y'all are so gorgeous and amazing, 100% one of my favourites. Always funny. Always kind and comforting. I have an extreme urge to hang out with you in a forest. Your outfits always go off, I trust you more than anyone (except maybe Scorpio rising I love the Taurus-Scorpio axis) for fashion advice. Please, let's have a date where you come over and we just bake. I love you sm.

Gemini: Friend. You are absolutely stunning, and very witty. I gave you Friend because you are so easy to vibe with, you know? Also, so many people have a crush on you. People are oddly drawn to you and it's wild. You're also kind of annoying, but in a funny way. My conversations with you are endlessly entertaining, thank you. Y'all are also really flirty with your friends. Go off I guess, we are besties.

Cancer: Kill. You guys are deceptive as hell. Just straight-up lie. Also sometimes you're friends with not-so-nice people. Also JUDGING YOU for your music taste. You are very pretty, but you're really bitchy sometimes, and that's not cute :/. Also, you're probably very smart. Which is great! But you dumb yourself down for others sometimes, and that's not okay either. Appreciate you for you, and get better friends. It'll make you a nicer person.

Leo: Friend. Iconic. Brilliant. Outstanding. Gorgeous. Absolutely hilarious. Fantastic individuals. I just want to impress you so bad. Your opinion means so much to me. It shouldn't, but it does. I mean, it's not like I really have to guess anyway. Your facial expressions and body language tell me everything. I know exactly how you feel about me. I know people always talk about your hair, but my favourite part of you is your smile. It's always wonderful, idk what it is. Me and you are forbidden besties 🤝

Virgo: Marry. YOU'RE SO PRETTY. You definitely have gorgeous eyelashes. Your cheeks are so soft. I wanna do skincare with you. Let me brush your hair while we re-watch our favourite show. Let me make us tea. I just wanna care for you. MWAH <33. You are the type of person I could introduce to my stuffed animal 😤. You are the type of person I would let take care of me when I'm sick (that's saying a lot because I have terrible health anxiety and don't tell ANYONE when I'm sick- not even my mum). You make me think of lavender flowers, if that means anything to you.

Libra: Kill. Fake. I don't know what you want with me. You make me anxious. I feel like I need to impress you, in a bad way. Not because I like you and want you to like me, but just so you stop bitching about me omg. Also it's so clear you don't know what's going on in the world, or how lucky you are to be in the position you are in. I know Libra can be 'aloof' but goddamn. Everything you do feels performative and it drives me up the wall. Be more true to yourself, please.

Scorpio: Marry. YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU, BUT I'LL SAY IT AGAIN. You take the time to genuinely know and understand me. You'll let me rant about stupid things just because I'm excited about it. You listen to me. You know how much I love you too, but you don't say it much. That's okay! It's sort of unspoken. Though, I know if I needed verbal reassurance I could go to you and you'd tell me exactly how it is, and ease any concerns. As I mentioned in Taurus rising, you are one of the only people I trust with fashion choices. Please give me a hug, let me hold you <3

Sagittarius: Kill. I don't exactly have solid reasons for putting you as kill, it just felt right :/. You DEFINITELY have a terrible sleep schedule. Fix that. Y'all are the type to text me at awful hours and bring my sleep schedule down with yours, smh. Also, BE MEAN TO PEOPLE MORE. YOU ARE SO OUTWARDLY SWEET, IT CAN'T BE REAL. PUT SOMEONE IN THEIR PLACE. STOP SILENTLY JUDGING, SAY IT TO THEIR FACE. That's all I have to say, thank you :)

Capricorn: Marry. Mmmmmfff?!?!?! First off, y'all are hot. Second, you guys are just?? good at everything?? I'm in awe. You feel like how hot chocolate tastes. You'd call me 'idiot' as an affectionate nickname, and I'd be obsessed with it. You seem to know so much about everything, yet still are so eager to learn more. Please, teach me what you know and I'll teach you what I know. Study buddies fr. Come on, I'll put a record on and we can dance. Sit down, let me cook dinner, you relax. Let me help for once. I love you <3

Aquarius: Kill. Y'all are pick me's. You think (or at least, used to think) the pinnacle of comedy is scrunching up your face until it looks like you have a bunch of chins. Also your conspiracy theories are crazy. You're not interesting, your eyes are not 'open', you are not 'an independent thinker' because you think the moon landing was fake, shut up. I hate your music taste too, please never show ANYONE your Spotify wrapped.

Pisces: Friend. You guys are nice <3. You are the type to have a dream journal, and google what your dreams means. You might feel very tied to crystals, or be fascinated by them. Also probably artistically talented in some way. You're all adorable, I want to give you the biggest hugs. Please accept my love and affection :(. Your general wonder about the world is so sweet. You have a really unique way of looking at things and it's really refreshing. Very very sweet. Giving you a massive hug, always <3333

I'm sorry if any of this was too mean! I really didn't intend it to be. As I say every time I post something like this, there are no bad placements. It's all up to how you use them. Thank you so much for reading! Sending you all lots of love <3

[fiddlepickdouglas]

Viva Las Vegas, Pt. 16 - Be Careful

Summary: Sunset Curve Alive AU, Willex, can they bear the news?, 2.2k

@trevor-wilson-covington is the bestie who makes these lovely edits, we stan supportive friends

WARNINGS: cancer mention

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15

Julie sat beside Luke at the small table they had set up beside Rose’s bed. A stack of photos, glue sticks, stickers, scissors, and tons of colored paper covered the table, as well as another stack of photos sitting within Rose’s reach.

“Oh, look at this picture of Carlos,” Rose said in her raspy voice. She lifted one of him as a chubby two year old wearing a baseball cap that was too big, clapping his hands together.

“Aww,” Julie looked affectionately at the photo, tilting her head.

“He’s a cute kid, Mrs. Molina,” Luke said. He continued cutting music notes out of a sheet of purple paper.

“Thanks for visiting me today,” Rose said. “I heard you and the boys have been busy in the studio?”

Grinning like the goof he was, Luke nodded. Julie couldn’t help suppressing a giggle. Even though she knew he was tired from long hours and he only had a little time to get away, he’d still been all about coming with her to visit her mom this morning. She wasn’t sure he was that interested in scrapbooking, but it was sweet of him to come along.

“Yeah, it’s been so fun,” he was saying. “I don’t know how the guys in production make us sound so good. I mean, we already sound awesome, but they make it just perfect. I feel like I would go out and buy ten copies of the album when it gets out.”

Rose chuckled. “Really? That’s great to hear. I remember with the Petal Pushers, I could’ve spent hours in production, tweaking everything until it was just right. That’s why it almost took us two years to release our debut.”

“Two years?” Luke sat back, letting it sink in.

“I was a bit of a perfectionist; the rest of my band wasn’t so patient. I don’t mind though, I had other things to put my time into.” She gazed fondly at Julie, who looked back with a similar fondness, if not slightly clouded.

She wasn’t responding to treatment anymore. It had just become official last week and Julie wasn’t ready to break the news to Luke or anyone else. There wasn’t anything she could think of that would make it easier, no matter how much she knew she needed to let them know. It just seemed like everyone else was doing so well: the guys were finally moving on up, Flynn was coming out with her own music, and even she had barely finished a successful tour. But this was more than just a wrench in the gears.

In the middle of cutting out a heart, she was too lost in thought and snipped on the end of her thumb.

“Ow!” she cried, immediately sucking on it. “Do we have band aids in here?”

“Oh, sweetie,” her mom said fretfully. “I can’t remember where they are, but let me call the nurse.” She pressed a button on the remote beside her bed. Luke tried to get a look at the cut, but Julie insisted on sucking on it.

Moments later, the same woman Julie had seen before entered the room. Her hair was in a braid today, and Julie tried to smile at the sight while her thumb remained in her mouth.

“Hey, Rose, what’s up?” she asked, appearing surprised to have gotten a call.

“Sorry this isn’t a big emergency,” Rose apologized. “My daughter just cut her thumb and I can’t remember where you put the bandages.”

“Oh, don’t worry, I’ve got you,” the nurse said, going to a cabinet and pulling out supplies to bandage Julie’s thumb. “Here, let me see it.”

Finally releasing it, Julie held her hand out and let the nurse sit down and get to work cleaning and wrapping it.

“What are we working on here?” the nurse wondered aloud, looking at the table of craft supplies.

“We’re putting together a scrapbook,” Julie told her, knowing she was using the conversation to distract her from the pain. “You know, so we don’t forget the good things.” She got a knowing look from the nurse. Her eyes were soft and full of understanding, and Julie offered her a little smile. “I know I’ve seen you before, but what was your name?”

“It’s Renee,” the nurse said. “I was just realizing that I never properly introduced myself, either.” Closing the band aid around Julie’s finger, she patted her hand and stood up.

“Well, it’s good to see you again. This is Luke, by the way.” Julie pointed toward where he was simply watching them, slightly spaced out. He blinked for a minute before smiling at Renee and nodding.

“Nice to meet you,” he said. “You’re a lifesaver.”

Renee smiled demurely. “Oh, well, I certainly aim for that at the end of the day.”

Luke could only respond with his dorky grin.

“Luke, here, is a musician like Julie,” Rose piped in.

“Is that right?” Renee replied, raising her eyebrows in interest. “Your family seems to attract the most talented company.”

“Oh, well, I’m definitely talented,” Luke said. “But Julie’s the real wrecking ball. It doesn’t surprise me she got to touring before me and my band.”

She rolled her eyes, but Julie enjoyed the compliment. That was pretty modest for him when it came to music.

“Yes, I remember mentioning my niece is a big fan. I have to refrain from telling her you’re related to Rose, otherwise she would ask for a lot of favors.”

“Oh, how old is your niece?” Julie asked.

“She’s thirteen,” Renee said, leaning on her hand. “Just started middle school.”

“Oh, middle school is rough,” Luke murmured.

“She’s definitely having a rough time,” Renee said to all three of them. “But I think your music has made a difference. Her mom might buy her keyboard for Christmas.”

Julie looked back at Luke, who was already beaming at her, and knew what he would say. He didn’t have to, but she could hear his mantra about the importance of music echo in her brain: it’s about connecting with people, making a difference in their day. She turned back to Renee, whose pager was beeping and made her turn to leave.

“Thanks for the bandage, and of course being there for us,” she said.

“You’re welcome. Glad I could see you, too, Julie.”

“I’ll see you later, Renee,” Rose rasped as she disappeared.

“She seems pretty cool,” Luke said, picking up the music note he was still trying to cut out.

“Yeah, I like her,” Julie told him. “She gave me some good advice.”

“I know she kept talking about her niece, but I think you have another big fan,” Rose said.

“Maybe,” Julie shrugged, trying to focus again on the scrapbook.

As she and Luke left the hospital, Julie had to steal a long glance at her mom, now fast asleep. She had to remember the good things, but there were so many questions she felt like she had to answer. Now that she was off tour and back in school, it was only a matter of time before she had to return to the studio. Once that happened, visits like this would be nearly impossible. She felt a hand slip into hers and fingers interlocking, and she looked up at Luke gently nodding at her to move onward. His puppy-like eyes gave her enough courage to go.

“So how long do you have to be in the studio today?” she asked him, forcing her mind to switch gears.

“Uh...till about seven,” Luke said. “We’re mostly working on Lakeside Reflection today.”

“Aww, I love that one,” she melted into his side as they stepped into the elevator.

“I know you do,” he chuckled softly. She continued leaning on him, feeling his thumb rub over the top of her hand like a lullaby. They remained silent the rest of the way down, just enjoying each other’s company. Julie loved Luke’s calm, quiet moments where he didn’t need to use words. Like the way he used music to speak his mind, he could also communicate with the way he held her. He offered the best comfort. Stepping out of the elevator and to the front of the hospital, Julie saw Bobby’s van already waiting.

“Do you need a ride?” Luke asked.

She shook her head. “No, my tía is taking me and Carlos to see a movie. She’ll be here any minute.”

Forever a pleading look in his eyes when they said goodbye, she shook her head and rolled her eyes at him before he could suggest she change her plans. It happened so often now that she’d had to learn how to say no, no matter how hard it was sometimes.

“Okay, fine,” Luke said, the silent argument over. One hand grabbed onto her head as he planted a kiss on her forehead, letting the other slowly slip out of her fingers as he went to climb into the van. Julie waved at all the guys inside as Bobby took off before looking back down at her bandaged thumb. She still couldn’t tell them about her mom.

Tapping his fingers on the seat, Alex nervously fought to decide if he could break the news to Luke and Bobby. Reggie peeked back, giving him an uncertain glance. They hadn’t exactly discussed it or practiced what they’d say to them, but the clock was ticking. Luke and Bobby needed to know what Caleb was really like now. For some odd reason, Alex’s tongue remained on lock for the whole ride, and it seemed to plague Reggie, too. He felt his muscles twitch as they pulled into the parking lot at the studio. Listening to the squeak of Bobby’s brakes, inertia let them all lightly lurch forward before coming to a full stop.

“Guess who me and Reggie ran into last night?” Alex cried out, almost reflexively. All the guys turned back at him.

“Who?” Bobby prompted.

“Willie.”

The two of them stared at him, stunned, as Reggie took in a deep breath. It was hard to tell whether it was relief or something else.

“Reggie, is he okay?” Bobby asked him.

“Actually, yes he is,” Reggie stated solemnly. “I saw Willie too. He’s here in LA.”

Bobby looked at Luke.

“Caleb said he died. There’s no way he could be here.”

“Well, he is,” Alex said firmly. “Flynn can prove it too, we ran into her as well.”

“Alright, that’s good news, but why are you guys telling us now?” Luke queried.

“Because he knows things about Caleb,” Alex said. “Really bad things.”

Luke and Bobby both blinked and then looked at each other. Alex shot a glance over at the door to the studio. He was already afraid to enter. Caleb wasn’t always there, but he always arrived unpredictably.

“Like what things?” Luke asked.

Later that evening, all the guys sat in the garage where they usually practiced. Luke was lying on the couch, despondent as he gazed at the ceiling. Bobby was sprawled on the floor while Reggie had lain sideways across the armchair. Alex paced, occasionally running his hand through his hair.

“Anyone else never want to set foot inside that studio again?” Reggie offered cheerlessly.

“We can’t just quit making a record,” Luke contested.

“Maybe we wouldn’t feel like we want to if we hadn’t jumped the gun and just signed onto the first place that wanted us,” Bobby said. Luke sat up, clearly bothered by those words.

“Dude, what are you saying?”

“Caleb’s a creep,” Reggie supplied. “I don’t know what his game is, but if what Willie says is true, then working with him is a major no go.”

“If?” Alex retorted, stopping to target Reggie. “If we’re gonna trust anyone between the two of them, I would trust Willie. He’s not the one killing people for convenience.”

“Hey,” Bobby interrupted. “You can defend him all you want. We’re not saying we don’t trust him.”

Alex took back to pacing again. Sighing heavily, Luke sat upright on the couch.

“So what, do we just give up?” he demanded. “We didn’t work so hard to get this far just to drop our dream over one shady guy. I mean, what else could he possibly want with us?”

“Look, I don’t know,” Alex said. “But what if it’s not just about us. I mean, thanks to Caleb, Willie can barely remember who he is.” The guys fell silent and serious as that reality sank in. “I mean, he’s not the only one that Caleb has messed with for years, manipulating them into working under him and giving up almost all of their control. Maybe he doesn’t need to get foster kids for it anymore. What if we’re next?”

“So what should we do?” Bobby wondered. “Break the contract and risk losing the rights to all the work we’ve been doing?”

He had a point. Joining Luke on the couch, Alex rested his face in his hands, feeling the frustration seethe out of him.

“No, guys, we need to think about this,” Luke began saying. “I know this is messed up, but I also know that backing out isn’t the right answer. And I know I’m usually not the one to say this stuff but...we need to be careful.”

[jewishtwilightrenaissance]

Two Become One

Notes: Since I myself am a Jew and both the culture & faith is really important to me, I wanted to add that into the story to add some depth and something for the characters to bond over. I got really emotional about it towards the end, but hopefully it just adds to the story!

Also, this originally started as a ‘Life and Death’ fic with Billy’s female version, Bonnie Black, but I really wanted to celebrate OG Billy first. So let me know if y’all want to see that, too!

Context & Plot: The reader is in their mid-20′s and has just recently moved to Forks. By being a member of the Forks Intracommunal Committee, the reader happens to meet Billy Black, a Quileute Council member who serves on the Forks Committee with her. They strike up a friendship that soon evolves into a romance.

Word Count: 3,048

“____!” A familiar voice cut through the din of the committee, drawing your attention from your notepad. You looked up and over your shoulder to see Billy Black wheeling towards you with a bright smile on his face. “How are you?”

“Billy, hi. I’m good,” you answered. As Billy approached the table, you nudged the folding chair on your right to one side to allow enough room for his wheelchair. “Meeting’s about to start. You got here just in time.”

He hummed in response. “I had a few things to take care of back home. Namely Jacob and the other kids,” Bonnie added with a chuckle.

Somewhere in your chest, you felt a muscle tighten. You’d heard plenty about the escapades of Billy’s youngest child, a rowdy teen who just so happened to be about 10 years younger than you. That in and of itself wasn’t a bad thing, but it did remind you that you were at least 20 years out of Billy’s age range. You bit back a sigh and turned your attention back to your notepad, eyeing your hastily scribbled notes and doodles.

You and Billy exchanged a few more pleasantries before the meeting officially started a few minutes later. A few local business owners and church leaders brought up whatever it was they had to say but in all honesty, you had trouble concentrating on them with Billy sitting right next to you. It was ridiculous - you were a mature adult who had left her puberty years well behind her, but sitting next to your crush made you feel like a teenager all over again. His long hair,  dark eyes, his smile - they were all so rich and full of life, full of energy just like Billy. And like a damn prepubescent, you’d fallen for it all.

A nudge against your thigh caught your attention and you blinked yourself back to reality. Billy was leaning in your direction, one arm braced against his wheelchair, and there was a note pushed into your line of sight. ‘Today is more boring than usual. I think I caught Hank dozing off.’ You let out a quick breath through your nose and bit down on the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing.

Grabbing your pen, you wrote back, ‘I think I almost caught myself dozing off,’ and passed the note to Billy’s end of the table. Crush or no crush, Billy was also your best (if not only) friend in Forks and you loved the absolute hilarity of passing notes with your 40+ bestie in the middle of class a meeting.

Eventually, the meeting came to a close and it was your turn to share with the committee (and hopefully no one would be ignoring you like you had been earlier). Energy was thrumming in your fingertips as you anxiously gathered and regathered your notes and pen, 15 sets of eyes on you. You cleared your throat.

“So as I hope you all remember, Forks’ spring interfaith gathering will be in 2 weeks time on the 21st. First, I want to share how excited I am.” By now your nerves had turned to eagerness, and you rubbed your palms together with a smile. “But I also want to say thank you to everyone here for allowing me to run this event, seeing as I’m so new to the community. I especially want to thank Father Thomas, Pastor Martinez, Pastor O’Callaghan, and Billy Black for working with me and allowing me to work with their communities. It really means the world to me.

“I also have some really awesome news regarding the event. As you all know, there are no synagogues or notable Jewish communities under an hour away from Forks. But I’ve managed to reach out to a few Jews individuals and families in the county who are going to be reading some prayers and scripture with me. Other than that, I don’t have anything else to update you on. But I’m excited to see everyone there!”

Some scattered applause and supportive remarks followed your announcement before the committee leader brought the meeting to an end. After fielding a few questions about the event, most of the committee members had started to leave. Billy, you noticed, had stayed behind, as if he was waiting for you. Or so it seemed, if the curious shine in his eyes was anything to go by.

You raised an eyebrow in his direction. “Yes?”

“I received an interesting letter in the mail this morning,” Billy said, the corner of his lips twisting into a knowing smile. Your cheeks immediately flushed and you dipped your head to avoid his gaze for a moment, as if you’d been caught red-handed with your hand in the cookie jar.

“You did, huh?”

Billy laughed; music to your ears. “You really didn’t have to send me a thank you card, ____.”

You shrugged, looking up a little shyly through your eyelashes. “You’ve made me feel really welcomed here, Billy. Not just as a fellow committee member, but as a friend. Inviting me into your home, introducing me to your family, everything! It really means a lot. I-I... I just wanted to show you that I appreciate it.” And, you added to yourself, I guess it doesn’t hurt that I have feelings for you.

There was a tenderness to Billy’s eyes that made you feel some type of way. You could tell he was touched by your gesture.

“Thank you.” He backed away from the table and waited for you to follow suit. Once you had gathered your things and pushed your chair in, he started wheeling alongside you, keeping pace with your footsteps. “If your offer still stands, I’d be happy to come over tonight.”

You could’ve sworn your heart skipped a beat. When you first sent out Billy’s letter, you’d invited him to come to your place for Shabbat dinner as a way of showing your thanks and also respect for his culture by sharing yours in return. You may have also had a little bit of wine at the time and had plans on making the evening romantic-coded.

“I wasn’t sure if you’d really want to join me or not,” you said hesitantly. “But-”

“I do. Like you said, there aren’t many Jews around Forks and certainly not out in La Push. It would be good to learn more about your people and traditions, the things that are important to you.”

You caught Billy’s eyes and smiled. “Like you did with me.”

G-d, you were such a sucker for his shining eyes. Deep and dark like the forest itself, like the rocks and sand on the beaches, like rich coffee grounds at the bottom of a mug.

He nodded. “Yes.”

By now, the two of you had left the meeting room behind and were in the parking lot outside. The sun was peeking through the heavy cloud cover while a gentle misting of rain swirled in the air. You could see that Billy’s truck had been parked a few spaces away from your own.

“It’s close to 4:30,” you said after checking your phone. “I’m lighting my candles around 6 tonight. Did you want me to give you a ride to my place or would you like to come over a little later?” You’d hardly given Billy a second to think before adding, “I still have some cooking to do, but you’re more than welcome to relax while I do that.”

Billy nodded thoughtfully. “You have any beer?”

“I may have one or two cans that I saved just in case you were ever over,” you admitted.

“Then what are we waiting for?”

Shabbat evenings were always hectic for you and this night was no different. Between keeping your challah from burning, keeping an eye on the clock, ensuring the rest of the food was kept warm without overcooking, and making sure Billy felt comfortable and welcome in your home, you were sure you’d gained a few gray hairs. Luckily, though, dinner was ready at about the time the sun finally set and the twilight hour descended.

After setting the challah on your best dish (your challah board and cover was still missing in the abyss of your unopened moving boxes), serving up two plates of food and placing them just so on the table, you dug out your candlesticks and shabbos candles. Billy watched you silently as you wrapped the bottom of the candles in foil and balanced them in the candlesticks.

“The candles are meant to stay lit until they burn out,” you explained. “It’s just easier to clean up this way.”

You fidgeted with the silverware at your place setting, then the vase of flowers in the center of the table, then finally sighed and let your hands fall to your sides. You’d been so anxious about wanting to put on a good first Shabbat impression for Billy that you’d forgotten the night was meant to be enjoyable for both of you.

Billy, it seemed, had picked up on your anxious energy and kindly said, “It looks wonderful, ____.”

“Thanks.” You chewed on your bottom lip somewhat thoughtfully, giving the table a final glance over. “I suppose we should start before the food gets cold, huh?”

You pulled out your chair and settled down as Billy moved his wheelchair into the open space across the table from you, his hat placed on the couch behind him. The tiny box of matches rattled when you slipped out a match and lit it. The warm, comforting glow of the candles soon followed and you felt your anxieties dissipate in response. You circled your hands once, twice, three times over the flames, drawing their light in towards your body. You took a breath - in through your nose, out through your mouth - and let your eyes flutter closed, your hands hovering above them to block out the extra light.

“Baruch ata Adonai, Eloheinu Melech ha’olam, asher kidshanu b’mitzvotav vitzivanu l’hadlik ner shel Shabbat.” Then again, in English. “Blessed are You, Adonai, Ruler of the Universe, who sanctified us with the commandment of lighting Shabbat candles.”

When you opened your eyes again, you looked across the table at Billy and saw the reflection of the candles flickering in his eyes. In that moment, bathed in holy light, he was stunning. You gasped and smiled and committed the moment to memory as he gazed back at you, wordless yet clearly moved. Your cheeks were already starting to hurt from smiling so broadly.

“Shabbat shalom, Billy,” you all but whispered.

His eyes, large and all-consuming in their beauty and warmth, drew you in. “Shabbat shalom.”

After the lighting of the candles came one of your favorite songs, the song that welcomed in peace the Sabbath angels into your home. You offered Billy a short explanation of the song’s meaning before finally singing your own rendition. He was silent the entire time and you hoped that he didn’t feel left out at all, but the emotion shining in his eyes told you that your worries were the farthest thing from the truth. Next, came Eshet Chayil, recited in English from your old siddur. And finally, Vayechulu and Kiddush.

Your voice started out as a whisper, recalling the holy memory of creation and the day of rest as first practiced by G-d Himself. Prompting Billy to repeat after you, you raised your glass of wine. “L’chaim!” There was an indescribable joy in seeing Billy participate in your culture, in hearing him say something as simple as a mere l’chaim and knowing that he honored it, respected it, and honored and respected you as well. It was because of that realization that your heart swelled with pride and tears threatened to choke your words as you finished the Kiddush blessing.

“Blessed are you, Adonai our G-d, Ruler of the Universe, who has sanctified us with his commandments and favored us. And given us in love and favor his holy Shabbat as an inheritance, as a remembrance of the act of creation.” Here your voice faltered. In the presence of someone you loved, in the presence of the Sabbath angels and even the Divine Presence itself, you felt the calling of your people. “For this day is the beginning of all holy days, a remembrance of the Exodus from Egypt. For you have chosen us and you have blessed us from among all the nations.” Indeed, you were chosen. Like those who had come before you, G-d chose you to be His, to be given the gift of His commandments. And in this moment, you were choosing to share that inheritance with Billy, to give him a window into your world to see it in beautiful detail. “And you have bequeathed us your holy Shabbat in love and favor. Blessed are you, Lord, who sanctifies Shabbat.”

Both you and Billy were left speechless once the final words of Kiddush left your lips. You felt raw and exposed, bare for Billy to see every detail, every flaw, every crease and line from your body down to your soul. Is this how he had felt when he brought you to the reservation and showed you his own traditions, welcomed you into his home and shared the stories of his people? Did he know how highly your regarded him, his people? Did he understand that you could see that same regard in his eyes as he watched you now?

Your voice cracked when you finally spoke again. “Billy.” You swallowed nervously as a number of mixed emotions began to bubble inside you. “Thank you for being here tonight.”

“It’s my honor.” His voice seemed raw.

You reached across the table with an open hand. He gently placed his hand in yours and you both smiled. “Can I tell you something?” He nodded, his eyes again catching the light of the candles. “I like you.” Cringe. “I really like you. More than a friend.” Billy remained silent, only raising his eyebrows in an entirely imperceptible expression. “I know this might be weird to you. I don’t know. And, I mean, the chance of you also being interested in me is so low. I get that. No matter what, I want to be your friend. But... but having you here tonight, after learning about you and your people, the traditions you hold dear, and after sharing my own with you, I realize that I want to share more with you.

“I want to hear more about all the trouble Jacob’s getting up to and how your daughters are doing. I want to hear more about what you have to say about the things that are important to you, even if it’s just some stupid football game.” Billy chuckled and squeezed your thumb. Your heart was pounding deep in your chest as if it were going to explode. “I see you, Billy. And I know you see me, too. And I never want to stop seeing you.”

The room was silent. So silent that it was almost uncomfortable, except for the occasional crackling of the candles. Billy, still quiet and with an unreadable expression, slipped his hand from yours and moved his wheelchair back. Your heart dropped into the pit of your stomach. You retracted your arm as if you’d been burnt and held it against your chest. You wanted to look away, you didn’t want to see his expression turn angry or disappointed as you were sure it would, but you also couldn’t tear your gaze from those deep, dark eyes.

“Fuck, Billy, I’m sorry.”

Your face fell into your hands. What the hell had you been thinking? What had started out as a beautiful evening was starting to go to shit all because you had to open your dumb mouth.

“____.” Billy’s voice drew you from your inner-scolding. He moved around the dinner table and came to sit beside you. “Don’t apologize.”

By this point, the several sips of wine that you had taken earlier were starting to create a buzzing sensation in your stomach. And Billy’s sudden close proximity was making the buzzing more intense. Oh no.

You felt the skin of his hand rest on your arm; he was warm. “You’re right,” he whispered. “I do see you. I always have.”

You and he had never been quite this close before. You could see in detail the creases at the corners of his eyes, the few stray hairs of his eyebrows, the stubble along his neck and chin. You wondered what aspects of your face stood out to him as his eyes flitted across your features. Billy’s smile was what finally did you in. Were you blushing? You suddenly felt very hot.

He moved his hand from your arm and pushed himself forward until his knees bumped against your chair. Turning in your seat and folding one knee under you, you were able to fully face him. Billy’s gaze dropped to your mouth and paused, and you suddenly either felt like flying or like vomiting.

“Billy?”

You couldn’t have said anything more if you wanted to. Billy leaned forward, took your chin in his hand and guided your mouth to his. Like his hands, his lips were warm. His warmth spread across your mouth and down into your chest where your heart was doing backflips. Blindly, you pawed at his arms, his jacket, trying to find something sturdy to hold onto to remind you that this was absolutely real. Billy’s hand trailed from your chin, across your jaw, and around the nape of your neck where his fingers finally curled into your hair.

A sound somewhere between a sigh and a moan escaped you and Billy swallowed it. Gently and hesitantly, you gave him a little nip on his bottom lip. His lips parted just slightly, his breath hitting your teeth, and you quickly ran your tongue along his skin. He smiled, gripped your hair a little tighter, and then pulled back.

This time when he said your name, it was sweet, reverent. “You’re certainly full of surprises,” he murmured.

You smiled breathlessly. “What can I say? I have no excuse.”

“Thank you,” he said again. “For telling me, for tonight-”

“The night’s not over yet.”

Billy smirked. “No. No, it’s not.”

[tobi-momo]

Disconnected Fate

a/n: hehe thank you for @velvxtparadise​ for requesting this im so happy you did bc it was an amazing idea (their works are also so amazing you should check ‘em out) but ya THANK YOU ily!!

Disconnected Fate: Soulmate AU/Quirkless AU - Sero x Reader

Synopsis: Soulmates were something to be treasured. The second half of your soul, finally connecting, becoming one. But, you couldn’t really rely on that if your string is cut. But will meeting someone with your same fate change that?

Word Count: 3110

Warnings: Cursing, clubbing, drinking, mentions of vomiting, kissing, old ass pervs, groping (if there are more pls let me know!!) {does include some todomomo and kamijirou}

“Mina, I don’t think this fits very well,” you laugh at your figure in the mirror, turning your body and running your hands down the fabric to slim it down. Mina opens to you, practically jumping at you before placing her hands at your shoulder to rotate your body; jaw dropping at the sight.

“Y/n, shut the hell up. You look so fucking sexy it’s not even funny,” she chuckles, giving your ass a playful smack before tugging at the thin strap that held your dress up. The strings connected to a loose bateau neckline, showing a little cleavage, and looking down, you see the way your snug dress brings out your curves and hips. Wow- you really did look amazing, didn’t you? “Okay, that should do it. Are we ready? The guys are probably waiting for us.”

Your head whips to your friend, who definitely did not tell you about boys being with you. “What? Boys- boys? Mina.”

She looks back at you with a shocked look, making it seem like you knew, and gave a blank, “what?”

“Why didn’t you tell me there would be boys? I only know like, three other people from your friend group, and I’m not even sure they like me.” You complain, leaving the closet for the bathroom to touch up on your makeup before hearing your other bestie chime in.

“Don’t worry, y/n! I like having you around very much, and I’m sure the others will, too!” Momo says, finishing her mascara. 

“Yeah, and you’re fun to duet and play with,” Kyouka acknowledges while painting her nails.

“See?” Mina remarks. “They love you. Eiji has already told the others, and none of them have anything bad to say!”

“Yet.”

“Kyo!” 

“Kidding~” she corrects.

“Y/n, you’ll be fine. Don’t worry about it, they’ll love you. Just...I don’t know, be yourself!”

“Thanks, Mina, that actually helps a lot,” you smile sarcastically before turning your smile flat. “I’ll be sure to do that once I get over the fact that I’ve never hung out with your friends before.” 

“Oh my God, y/n. Stop stressing. You’ll be fine.” Mina assures. “And maybe you’ll find a little special someone~” she vocalizes and points to the ring finger of your right hand. 

Oh. Right. You thought, looking down at your hand. The red string tied to your finger that connected you to the person the universe wants you to spend the rest of your life with. The string that leads you to the person you’ve always wanted, needed. Your soulmate. You had always wanted that person to come in your life, to sweep you off your feet and be with you for the rest of your days, but it was hard to believe in all that when your string was cut. Your string connected you to your soulmate, so why was yours cut? Maybe it just wasn’t meant to be for you.

“Y/n? Y/n.” You blink up to Mina’s fingers snapping at you.

“Huh? Oh, sorry,” you smile, “I just spaced out.”

“Classic y/n.”

“Kyo.” Mina glares at Kyouka.

“What? I’m just sayin’.”

“Okay, are we all done here?” You ask while looking around at Momo, Kyouka and Mina; checking the belongings around them and seeing their small handbags.

“Yup!” 

“Mhm.”

“Finally! Okay, let’s go bitches.” Mina exclaims as Kyouka shakes her head then drags herself up, leaning her head back, an annoyed expression painted on her face. 

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“Bro, come on! Just have one- ONE- drink. Please?” Kaminari pouts, handing Sero a small glass of whiskey, the ice clinking within the glass.

“I don’t know man. You guys are probably gonna get hammered tonight, and Katsuki refuses to be the DD again,” Sero shrugs back, leaning on the counter of the bar.

“You’re damn right I ain’t the DD tonight. I haven’t had a good drink in a minute, and you guys are annoying as it is, so maybe a couple might make it easier to put up with you.” Bakugou groans, downing his drink, walking up to the bartender to order another one.

“Hey, where are the girls? Are they still coming?” Kirishima asks curiously.

“Uh,” Kaminari pulls his phone out, checking his messages, “they are on their way.”

“Why do they take so goddamn long? It’s annoying.” Bakugou calls out, waiting for his drink impatiently.

“Because they are ladies, Katsuki. They need time to get ready and stuff. You know this,” Kirishima whines, as if he had told him this multiple times.

“I know it’s stupid,” he emphasizes. He gets his drink and continues to sit at the bar, irritated.

Kirishima makes his way over to Sero, who sips his water through the black straw poking out of the glass. He looks bored, but not as if he didn’t want to be there. He always liked hanging out with his friends; the more the merrier. So taking this invitation to hang out with his guy and girl friends was a must. He needed a break from all of the stress school put on him. College was a lot harder than he thought it was going to be. This was a perfect way to distract himself even for a little while and drinking water. His friends would be entertaining enough anyways. 

“Hey, Hanta, you excited for the girls to get here?” Sero’s head whips up, breaking his thoughts. Sitting up straight, he leans back with an elbow on the back of the couch. Kirishima smiles giggly, taking a seat next to him.

“Oh, ya,” he says, as if it was obvious, “excited to see how they act when they black out,” he jokes. The girls were always a handful when drunk, thankfully some had their boyfriends to take care of them, but the boyfriends were always a little drunk, too.

“Ha ha, yeah, always super fun,” Kirishima replies sarcastically, knowing exactly what Sero is thinking. “What about you, Shoubro?”

Todoroki was sitting at the end of the table awkwardly, waiting for more company. He looked lonely, but patient. He looked up at his nickname Kirishima gave him tiredly. “Hmm?”

“Excited for the girls to get here?” 

“I guess. They will make the night more entertaining.” See, he knows, too. The girls were known for making the night more interesting. Whether it was karaoke, body shots, dancing, or even fighting with douchebags that tried to dance with them. The night always ended on a good note either way, so whoever was staying sober sure had a sight to see.

“Oh, here come the girls,” Kaminari chimes in, putting his phone in his back pocket before turning around for the door. Three girls walk in: Mina, Kyouka, and Momo. Wait- where were you? Didn’t Mina say something about bringing a friend?

“Hey, boys,” Mina greets, “how are we this fine evening?” She says smoothly, strutting her way to the bar. “Four vodkas, please.”

“You havin’ all of those? Momo and Kyo don’t usually have vodka.” Kaminari laughs, a jokingly confused question.

“Oh, y/n is gonna be here in a sec, and she likes vodka. A lot. So half of these are for her.” Mina smiles as she carefully grabs the shots and cautiously carries them to the table where Momo, Todoroki, Sero, Kirishima, Kaminari, and Kyouka reside. She sets them down, keeping a close eye not to spill, and starts walking over to your figure.

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You head into the club, surprised the music isn’t louder, while avoiding the other people around the area. You knew at places like this it got a little crowded and hectic, so you just wanted to find Mina before anything else. With your hands behind your back holding your tiny purse, you look around and see Mina walking over to you, a bright smile plastered on her face as giggles and grabs your hand, dragging you to the table where everyone (besides irritated Bakugou) resides. 

“Katsuki get your ass over here right now!” Mina shouts from across the club, catching Bakugou’s attention. She gives him a stern look, then smiles softly when he grumbles and pushes himself off his chair, slowly walking over there, drink in hand. He plops down next to Kirishima lazily before staring at the ground. “Good. Anyway,” she inhales, clearly excited. You stand there awkwardly, wondering why it has suddenly got so hot. Something in the air was different. You didn’t know what it was, but it was making you nervous. “Y/n, the boys,” she points at each boy, introducing them, “Todoroki, Sero, Kaminari, Kirishima, and Bakugou.” You nod in acknowledgement, getting to know their faces to hopefully not forget later. One face caught your breath, though. Literally. Your breath hitched as you looked at him. Sero, you were pretty sure his name was. He was- beautiful. His raven black hair, his smile, his eyes, his everything- was gorgeous. 

What the hell was this?

You stand there, frozen, staring at his handsome face and body, practically drooling. You were interrupted by Mina yapping at them to shake your hand. Each one of them sat up straight and nodded to you, said how nice it was to meet you. Then you shook hands with Sero.

No. No way.

Right as you switch your hands for him, raising your left hand, he raises his. The red on his finger caught your eye, making you stop in your tracks. Again. He also comes to a halt, both your eyes wide in shock and surprise as you gaze at each other’s string.

This wasn’t real. You were the only one you knew in your entire life who had this. You had looked it up several times for a sliver of hope, but nothing showed. In fact, everything you had searched for came up the opposite. Because of the stories and the legends and the research, you were convinced it wasn’t true. You were convinced that it wasn’t going to happen to you. Convinced that you were going to live your life alone. Was this man really the one for you? Was this man really the one to share your soul with? You couldn't believe it. You just couldn’t.

“Ahem,” Mina purposely coughs, trying to dissipate the awkwardness everyone else has to endure as you and Sero share the weirdest and yet most thrilling moment you’ve had in your life. Your heart was beating so fast, you were nervous, but excited. You were surprised, but happy and sad, a little disappointed and mad, though you felt awakened at these new feelings. They felt stronger than anything you’ve ever felt before, and you could tell he could feel them, too. Mina coughs again, snatching your attention. She smiles and widens her eyes while pointing her head at the other men, who are tiredly awaiting your hand. Once you suddenly realize you’ve been focusing on Sero for the past 45 seconds, you breathe out an ‘oh’ and move on to Kirishima. 

You never stopped thinking about him, though. Throughout the entire night, after every shot you took, every song on the dance floor, Sero was still in your mind. And because of this, you took more shots. And you danced some more. You were taking a body shot off of Mina’s stomach when you notice eyes boring into yours. Swallowing the stinging alcohol you turn over to him, not finishing with the lime, almost stumbling. You want to tell him to stop looking at you, to mind his own business, but you can’t separate your words, slurring an incoherent sentence. 

“Oh? Baby girl needs some help? I can help you,” the strange man, teases, laughing as he grabs your waist, grazing the side of your torso up and down, trying to drag you to the back of the club. “Let me help you, honey.” He starts guiding you to the back, using his fingers to touch the soft skin on your shoulders, your forearms, making their way down to your hips, and finally up to-

“Hey, y/n, you okay?” The man gets interrupted by your hero, his voice giving you butterflies. “Sorry, man. She’s drunk. You really shouldn’t be messin’ with girls like this,” he shrugs before grabbing you by your waist and putting your arm around his shoulder, “or any girls, for that matter.” You lean on his shoulder, barely keeping up with the situation. You feel so light on your feet, but so heavy at the same time. He helps you to the tables you originally sat at before going a little more overboard than you would’ve liked. You moan, a little overwhelmed by the noise, but once he sets you in a comfortable spot on the bench, you lean your head back, satisfied with the cold air on your face. He quickly hands you his glass of water, placing the straw in your mouth and nodding his head, whispering to take a drink. You comply, sipping his water before he takes it out and puts the cup on the tabletop for a brief moment.

Dazed, you look around the room. Your vision is blurry, but you can clearly see Momo and Todoroki making out on the other side of the booth. At least she’s having fun. Meanwhile you get groped by an old man in a corner and probably won’t remember it the next day. Sero’s gone, you think. He was, but only a couple feet away from you. You turn your head from Momo on top of Todoroki’s lap, to Jirou leading Kaminari out of the building, then to Mina taking more shots with Kirishima, and Bakugou acting annoyed but is actually having fun. They all looked like they were having a great time. You look to your left once more and smile to yourself once you see him walking back over. He sits next to you and grabs the cup again, pushing it towards you to take a sip. And you do. 

The next half hour was you and him in the bathroom while you throw your guts up, the nasty alcohol leaving your stomach while he holds your hair up and rubs your back. You cough everything back up, regretting taking a single drink in the first place. You feel his hands smooth over your upper back, and his grip on your hair, tightening in a circle at the back of your head. You lift your head up, turning away in embarrassment.

He smiles in return, taking his hand off your back to grab something to wipe your mouth with. “Don’t worry, it’s not the first time I’ve done this. Come here,” he says softly, almost like a whisper. You turn your head towards him, still not looking at his face, but at his arm. His very attractive arms. He raises his left hand to wipe a cloth at your mouth, you catching the bright red string in sight. He notices this, and slows his motions. “You see it, right? My string.”

You only nod in response, looking away with a blush.

“I can see it, too. Yours, I mean.” You weren’t that surprised, considering what happened earlier that night when you first met him. The feeling was the same as it was before, but more intense. It was like sparks every time he touched you, like fireworks, like electricity. You could tell he felt it as well when he pulled back a little, hesitant to touch you. You knew he felt it when he pulled you away from that strange guy. Guess you were too drunk to notice.

Once he finishes up, he tells you he’s done then helps you up to get ready to leave. You were both tired of this place. Walking back out to the main room, the only people to be seen from Mina’s friend group was herself, Bakugou, and Kirishima. You could only guess where everyone else went. You two continue making your way down, asking if everyone else will be alright, or if they needed a ride. Mina responded that they’ll take a cab home, and that they’ll be okay. Thankfully Bakugou looked sober enough to understand what was going on.

“Yeah, yeah, I got it. Whatever. Fuckin’ leave already.”

Sero returns with a smile, silently thanking him as he leads you to the exit. The cool air felt wonderful against your face, the breeze making you feel a lot better. You groan as your head starts to pound. Sero leads you to his car, opening the door for you and helping you in, shutting the door. 

“Hey, what’s your address?”

You look up tiredly, ready to fall asleep right then and there. “Oh, uh, building 474 on 32nd.”

He only hums in response, checking his mirrors and backing out, heading for your apartment.

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“Hey, uh, thank you, Sero. I really appreciate it. I know this is not how you wanted to spend your night, even if you were sober.” You apologize, genuinely disappointed in yourself for letting yourself drink that hard.

“Don’t worry about it. It was fun watching you guys for most of the night, though,” he laughs.

“Oh I bet. Me and Mina got a little crazy.”

“A little?”

“Shush, I know,” you chuckle, trying not to embarrass yourself further. “Um, do you want my number? Or something? It’s just, your Mina’s friend,” We both have red cut strings, “and I want to make up for being such a slob at the party,” I want to figure out why I can see your string. He gladly agrees, putting his number in your phone. “Also,” you interrupt his movements, causing him to look up, “I remember that weird guy from earlier, where did he go? I didn’t see him for the rest of the night.”

He smiles cunningly, a smile that cocks the sides of your mouth up subconsciously. “He was getting on my nerves, so I kicked him out of the club.”

You tilt your head in confusion. “How?”

“I have my ways,” he says slyly, implying exactly what you’re thinking. You smile in understanding, thanking him for the help. 

You unlock your door and wave goodbye to him, sad that he had to leave, but grateful that he didn’t have to put up with you anymore. You lift your left hand in curiosity. Looking at it, you can see every thread on the piece of yarn. Every knot. Although you couldn’t take it off, it looked as if you could. It was weird, knowing the fact that everyone else’s string connected them to their soulmates, while your short piece of combined thread just drooped towards the ground. You never expected to find another person like you. Another person with a lost fate. Huh.

Part 2?? Let me know!!

[seasidewriter1-writes]

Replying to @elizabeth0020 for: Hello!! I’ve always wondered how you decide what arcs/episodes you’re going to write? There are sooooo many, how do you know what’s a good one for your story vs one that isn’t? And a second question (if you feel like answering lol): how do you picture all the details you wrote? Like lighting, movements, facial expression etc? You’re so good at that and I’ve always been amazed at how you come up with them!

I love answering anything and everything, so never worry about sending me too much! I don’t often get to talk about the technical stuff (like the questions you’ve asked), so I love getting any chance I have to talk about them! (So hold on tight, ‘cause this is a ramble! 😂)

So, for the first question regarding the arcs... I picked out what episodes/arcs I thought were beneficial when I did my first watch through of the Clone Wars this past summer. I had a google doc that I wrote down all the episode names in, then jotted down the preliminary ideas. Let me tell you, with a show that has seven seasons of 20+ episodes, it was... so daunting to even think about narrowing down what episodes and arcs to use. It was what initially deterred me from using any of them at all. So I started to look for things that I felt would directly impact Elara, her character, and her development. For example, I didn’t really use all of “Cat and Mouse” because the episode, on a whole, wouldn’t have Elara much involved in it. It did, however, provide a wonderful backdrop for her time on Christophsis, which is why I didn’t nix it entirely. Aside from forcing Obi-Wan and Elara to be tied together, “Dooku Captured” and “The Gungan General” were used to introduce her to Hondo, whom both allows her to be more playful, and showcases her knowledge of the seedier side of the galaxy. And there are plenty of episodes that I love and adore that I just... don’t think would fit. For as much as I love “Senate Spy” and the introduction of Clovis, there’s no way for me to put Elara into that episode and not have it feel forced. That’s another huge thing I look for when picking episodes; if Elara doesn’t feel like she would naturally fit into the storyline somehow, even if it’s indirectly, I’m not going to force her into it. That’s when I do things like mention the events of the episode in a chapter (like with “Clone Cadets”) instead of doing a whole episode. So Clovis is obviously going to get a mention (she’s Anakin’s sister and Padmé’s bestie, of course she’s going to hear about the debacle), but the whole episode won’t be written out.

Then, of course, you have the arcs. The ones that I had immediately chosen are (and these probably come as no surprise): Ryloth, Mandalore, Mortis, Slavers, and Deception. The arcs I find easier to choose because you have a chance to work with more surface area so to speak. It gives me a chance to really flesh out Elara’s part in the story, focus in on her and her emotions and how she’s tied to this particular plot. With the Mortis Arc, for example––Elara is a Skywalker. She is strong with the Force, and in the “Balance” verse, considered a Chosen One. That ties her into the Mortis Arc very interestingly, since it’s not just Anakin going God Mode. It’s going to lend me the chance to really dig deep into Elara, her connection to the Force, to the Light and Dark (the Daughter and Son), and her relationship to being a Chosen One. At first I was like ‘holy shit I’m never gonna be able to do this arc,’ and then when I buckled down and really thought it over... I realized it’s going to be really important for her as a character, and particularly her relationship with Anakin (stay tuned!). It also probably comes as no surprise that a lot of the arcs (and episodes) that get picked are influenced by whether or not Anakin or Obi-Wan are in them. Which is why I almost turned a blind eye to the Umbara Arc until someone brought it up. I did a rewatch of it and knew I had to include it, too. Because that’s going to be an awesome opportunity to flesh out how close Elara is to the 442nd, and be able to contrast her ideals as a General against those of Krell. A lot of the picking of episodes and arcs ends up being trial and error. I wrote the first four-ish pages of “Clone Cadets” before I realized it just didn’t flow right.

All this being said, I like to envision Elara is around for all of the Clone Wars episodes, so I’ve got lots of fun little random snippets for things that I’ll probably never write, but figure would happen in some part of a CW episode.

And after all that, here we finally are at your second question! ☺️

Coming up with all those small details is actually an amalgamation of things at work. I do attribute a lot of it to my training as an actor/theatre artist. I think about how, if I were directing it, how I’d want the movements to look, and how that would translate on both a small scale, and a large scale. A touch of a hand for Obi-Wan and Elara can feel like a world shifting movement––but come off as nothing but a simple, friendly gesture to their fellows. On a small scale, what makes the difference is the way the touch happens. How light the pressure of the touch is, how long it lasts, how slowly their fingers brush against the other person’s hand... all those things help me figure out the mood of that touch and how they’d respond to it. Also, when choosing words to describe movements I often think about the attitude attached to it. A ‘turn of the head’ when Anakin’s being moody may end up being a ‘swivel,’ or the ‘arch’ of an eyebrow from Obi-Wan is more sarcastic than a gentler ‘raise.’ I often agonize picking out those sorts of words. I’ll sit there and try them over and over again, then put them all into a Thesaurus website because I worry I use the same words too much. The thesaurus (particularly when writing Obi-Wan), is my best friend.

When I write mannerisms for canon characters, I use a lot of reference for. I’ll literally just scroll through gifs, watch movie clips, or rewatch the scene I’m writing to pick up on character-specific mannerisms. A couple chapters ago I was describing Anakin’s angry face, and I just looked at images of him from Revenge of the Sith (him alone in the Council room, him being knighted as Vader, his expressions on Mustafar, etc.) I’ll also do this for vocal ticks/inflections. I will also unashamedly admit I will sit there and compose my face into whatever expression I’m trying to describe. Sometimes feeling it physically, or physically composing it helps me come up with words or ways to describe the look. Same thing with touches AND with vocal inflection. Do I sit by myself and read what I’ve written aloud in my best Obi-Wan Kenobi cadence? Yes, yes I do. And has it helped me figure out what words/phrases do and do not work? Yes, it absolutely has!

Also, a lot of describing the details of motion/facial expression/touch gets affected by music for me. Like, if you listen to “Stairway to Heaven” as played by the London Philharmonic Orchestra while reading, say, the scene in “The Gungan General” where Obi-Wan and Elara wake up pressed up to one another... that song is just THE feel of that moment. Listening to the right music when writing (the little details especially) is big for me. Kinda like how “Blue Monday” is the music that works best for the bunker scene in “Storm Over Ryloth.”

There are also a lot of details that I pull from real life. I remember when I wrote Elara seeing Naboo for the first time—and consequently grass, trees, and flowers, too—it was summer time for me. I was staring out at the trees and the way the light filtered through them, watched how they swayed... the grass had just been cut and the breeze smelled sweet... and I was like ‘god, imagine experiencing this all for the first time.’ So I took what I felt and elevated it a little, tried to add a kind of wonder to the things that we all, for the most part, kinda take for granted. I like pulling on experiences I’ve had in real life as a basis.

I ask attribute a LOT of my detail work to my training as a theatre artist. I think about lighting now differently than I did a couple years ago; because I learned what kinda of light fit different moods. Like the scene of Obi-Wan at Dex’s would feel completely different if I’d described the light as cool toned. It would lack a sense of hope. His reminiscences would be sadder, it would feel more stark. The warmer tones suggest that there’s still heart and hope, a possibility for things to get better, and that reflects his inner life better than colder, bluer light. Or how I used light when I wrote Elara seeing Watto again after 10 years to describe her struggle between Dark and Light in that moment. She stepped out of the sun and into the shade because, for a moment, she almost gave in to the Darkness. (Inspired by the scene in Force Awakens where Kylo asks for Han’s help and the light shines down on them... with hints of red low lighting to hint at the struggle... only to have the light disappear as he overrides his own vulnerability, reverts to the Darkness and kills his own father).

I also love using physical objects as emotional triggers, like is done in theatre quite a bit. A good recent example being Elara’s lightsaber. Obi-Wan having it reminds him of his worries regarding her safety, and his struggle with choosing what path to take in regards to his feelings towards her. Or Elara with the Snow Blossom. These things have the ability to spark different emotions depending on the situation. On a good day, the Snow Blossom will make her smile; on a bad day, it may make her feel more sad than happy. And sometimes they don’t have to be objects—they can be bruises or scars or healing wounds. Having something physical spark an emotional response can be really helpful, and has actually helped me though rough spots in my writing.

I could literally go on for hours about all of this kind of stuff! So thank you for asking about it and giving me a chance to discuss it even a little bit! ☺️

[soldouthaz]

hii! I'm not having the best night and I felt like compiling a list of my favorite fics that never fail to make me smile when I'm down or have provided me a beautifully worded escape for a while :) 

disclaimer: I will list the specifics for those interested, but there is a mix of bl / bh so be aware of that please. these are the fics that make ME happy and I want to spread some positivity for the talented authors that have gotten me through some rough times, so please leave any negativity out of it and stick to your own preferences. 

thank you and happy reading! ♡

✰ enter the rose garden (GA, 10k, imp. b!L) by @angelichl

Soft heats make omega Louis clingy. Enter alpha Harry. 

✰ before we knew (E, 40k, b!L) by @risthebrave / falsegoodnight 

Louis has been skeptical of soulmates for years so it seems like fate when he finally bumps into the owner of the obnoxiously large signature printed into his skin since age sixteen: Harry Styles, a human rights attorney who is firmly against soulmates.

✰ baby we could be enough (I'll make this feel like home) (E, 57k, b!H) 

“Did you clean the table?” Harry asks Louis once Rose is done speaking, now occupied with trying to see if she can reach over and touch Harry’s hair from where she’s sat. At Louis’ nod, Harry frowns. “You didn’t have to do that. You’re my guests here, I could’ve dealt with it later.”

Louis just smiles easily, though, adjusting Rose on his lap so that she’s facing Harry better. She manages to tug on a loose wave of hair, and she makes a noise of triumph that both Louis and Harry smile at.

“I don’t mind,” Louis murmurs to Harry, even though he’s looking at Rose. “This one here seemed very excited to talk to you.”

And, okay. Harry can’t help but think of how domestic this feels, all of a sudden.

[harry is a photographer who's trying to find his place. louis is a single father with a smile that feels like home.]

✰ when you touch me, paint me like a van gogh (E, 4k, b!L) by TurismoEmocional 

(Harry has been away for a month. He comes home to Louis in the middle of the night - dramatics and smut ensue.) 

✰ undone, undress (E, 134k, b!H) by @angelichl

Louis' new roommate is shy, skittish, and flinches at the slightest sounds. He's an art major who gets drunk on cherry wine, wears lacy lingerie, and shows up late at night covered in bruises that blossom across his skin like flowers.

Obviously something is wrong. Louis just doesn't know what it is.

personal note: this fic is amazing and has been very validating for me, but please make sure to check the tags and author’s note for any possible triggers before reading and make the best choice for yourself! 

✰ ours are the moments I play in the dark (E, 30k, b!L) by @holdingthornsandroses / edensrose

Jane Austen's Persuasion AU. Nine years ago Louis Tomlinson was persuaded to break off his engagement to Harry Styles, a poor sailor. Since then Louis has come to regret being so easily convinced to give up his one chance of happiness. Now Louis' family is in debt and his childhood home is being sold. In a complete reversal of fortune, Harry has returned to England a wealthy bachelor looking to settle down. Events conspire to bring them together once more though Louis is- must surely be- the last man on earth that Captain Styles would think of now.

✰ hot and heavy, pumpkin pie (E, 10k, b!L) by @sunflowerstyles

Louis and Harry get separated at a Green Bay Packers game. Harry finds him and helps his baby relax by buying Louis things that get him to smile and making love to him for quite a while. 

✰ laundry room (E, 10k, not specified/no penetrative sex) by @thelovejandles / beautlouis

[Louis and Harry are both students living in the same apartment complex. They end up having the same laundry night and time. Louis can't stop staring at Harry and he can't figure out why Harry consistently points out Louis’ inside-out shirts, and his untied shoes, and messy hair. Enter slow burn-ish flirting, banter, awkwardness, and a lot of laundry.] 

✰ everywhere and nowhere (E, 16k, b!L) by @2tiedships2 

Niall took a seat and said, "Apparently Louis' downstairs neighbor is a fan of giving Louis creepy gifts. Maybe I should go introduce myself and tell him that Louis actually prefers food."

"What has he given you?" Liam asked.

Louis shrugged as it were no big deal. "There was a rabbit's foot keychain on the door a little after he left from introducing himself and there was a small teddy bear sitting by my door tonight. Obviously I can't prove it's from him, but they seem to have his scent. I could be wrong though."

"Wow," Liam said, looking deep in thought. "That's old school."

"What's old school?" Niall asked. "Giving creepy gifts?"

"I've never known an alpha to do it, to be honest, but he's courting you."

Louis couldn't contain his look of disbelief directed at Liam. "He's courting me. Like some sort of romantic shit they'd do in the 1800s or something?"

✰ thinking about the t-shirt you sleep in (E, 52k, b!L) by @absoloutenonsense / nonsensedarling

Harry's alpha fraternity donates to a local thrift shop (because of Liam's latent crush on a cute beta in his lecture). Louis' financial situation (and confusing omega instincts) lead him to make some interesting fashion purchases. Lots of pizza, feelings, and not-really-lying.

✰ the case of the (definitely not haunted) styles mansion (E, 40k, b!H) by @briannamarguerite / briamaria

The Nancy Drew AU where Marcel is a man of logic, Louis is a private detective who believes in ghosts, and the Styles Mansion is definitely, absolutely, positively *not* haunted.

✰ building castles in the sky (GA, 22k, no smut) by @whileatwiltshire

"D-dad? You think I c-can do it? Y-you think i c-can..." Evan trailed off looking down at his chest. And Louis' heart melted.

"I think you can do everything, love. Everything." Louis said while pulling his boy closer. "Because you, my little dandelion, are very brave! And so strong and wonderful and so very bright! You will go up on that stage, and you will blow everyone away. I just know it."

They laid there on their porch while they hugged each other tightly. His little boy was so brave. Louis didn't need to see him on a stage to be proud. He was proud of him already.

"You know,” Evan mumbled aloud again. “Mr. S-Styles says the same t-thing. He s-says I c-can do e-everything too.”

And Louis couldn't help but smile.

or,

Where, Louis had a four year old with a stuttering problem. Harry was always there to help.

✰ a trail of honey through it all (E, 27k, b!L) by faeriestyles 

the TPH* fic we’ve all been waiting for. 

* (trailer park harry)

✰ we should open up (before it’s all too much) (E, 43k, b!H) by @disgruntledkittenface

Struggling with grieving and depression since his dad died, Harry has never felt so alone. It’s too much to cope with on his own, but he feels like a burden when he tries to open up with people.

Then he meets Louis.

personal note: I cannot stress enough how much this fic means to me and it is very close to my heart, but I strongly suggest checking the tags for any possible triggers before reading!! 

✰ my love’s not simple (it’s fragile) (E, 27k, b!L) by @risthebrave / falsegoodnight 

Harry's new job is threatened by his impending rut. Desperate for a solution, he allows Niall to introduce him to Louis, an omega whose heat begins the same day. They click.

✰ swept me off my feet (took my heart and took me down) (E, 25k, b!L) by jennifer_kaid

When Louis had decided to reopen his mother's bakery, he never thought a charming alpha would walk in through the door, let alone fall in love with him over tea, dessert and music.

✰ knock knock, I love you (E, 86k, b!H) by @thelovejandles / beautlouis

[Harry and Louis get kicked out of a statistics exam for passing a knock knock joke note, and subsequently fall in love. Harry's a virgin, there's a cat, a hot cocoa date, a lot of sex, even more knock knock jokes, and everything is lovely and happy.] 

✰ enjoy the ride (E, 11k, imp. b!L) by @2tiedships2

the one where Louis, an omega more than tired of being treated as lesser than alphas, is forced on a road trip by his beta besties only to meet Harry who might just be the alpha he never knew he wanted.

✰ fading (E, 202k, b!L) by tothemoonmydear

Louis knows about beauty; the combination of qualities that pleases the aesthetic senses. He creates that combination every day in the garments he designs while studying fashion at uni. The cut of the design, the color of the fabric, the intricacy of the stitching; it all comes together to create something beautiful. When the science student with the long legs and dimpled smile agrees to model for him, Louis decides he’s found beauty personified. Harry just thinks Louis needs someone to show him how beautiful he is.

personal note: another wonderful and realistic story but please check the tags for triggers before reading! 

all of these fics and authors mean a lot to me and have unknowingly made me incredibly happy during some dark times. if you visit these fics, please make sure to leave a kudos or a comment to spread some positivity, or feel free to let the authors that have made your life better know! :) 

(as always, please let me know if I tagged or linked anything incorrectly! happy reading!) 

[ja-khajay]

2020-2021 Animation Watch(ed)list

I haven’t posted about animation in a while that I remember, and I know a lot of my followers are into it as much as me so I decided to make a list of the animated movies and series I watched on the past year or so, coupled with my short, spoilerless take on them. Enjoy!

Organized by

Things I saw for the first time

Things I rewatched

Under a cut for the sake of your dashboards! PS: I have not added any images yet. If you are interested in knowing more about the visuals of these movies, I might make an old fashion ask-prompted imageset list.

Part One: Things I saw for the first time

The Bear’s Famous Invasion of Sicily

Movie, 2019, Italian/French

9/10, a delightful little movie with amazing visuals. It feels like an animated picture book.

One of those “plot is in the title” media! I had never heard of this before but was heavily recommended it by my family members, who all loved it! It’s a sweet story, nothing groundbreaking but the unique colorful visual style alone makes it worth it.

The Castle of Cagliostro

Movie, 1979, Japanese

10/10. Reminded me of all the books i loved reading as a child

I assume its because it’s so old and the art style and themes are so different that it gets little to no love compared to other Ghibli movies, which is a shame! It’s fun with an endearing cast and as always, great animation and music

Mushishi

Series, 2006, Japanese

10/10 three episodes in I knew it was going to be my favorite series ever

One of the few things I’ve seen I’ll describe as life-changing. It’s absolutely lovely but never toots its own horn about it. Humble, calming, emotional and surprisingly mature. It’s pretty impossible to binge due to how intense the experience is. I just want to walk in the forest now...

FMA: Brotherhood

Series, 2009, Japanese

6/10 Dissapointing adaptation of a classic story

I read the manga for this when I was in middle school and remembered loving it. The animated version does an ok job of presenting the characters and worldbuilding and has some nice action scenes but overall looks really damn cheap and just. Not very good. Seeing I already knew most of the plot I did not have the element of discovery that made me marvel so much reading the original. It’s still a nice series but I really recommend reading it instead.

Code Lyoko (s1+2)

Series, 2003, french

3/10. 1.5 being for the opening song alone

This show sucks ass if I hadn’t been watching this with my bestie I would have dropped it two episodes in. The art style is ugly the stories are always the same and the first season has a (later removed thank fucking god) LITERAL “erase any consequences” button as a plot device in every episode. If you watch it for one thing let it be the nostalgia factor of early 00s Vidya Game Plot

The Legend of Hei

Movie, 2019, Chinese

7/10. Impressive visuals and a poor story

I finally watched this, peer pressured by the load of gifsets on my dashboard! It’s a sweet movie with really impressive animation, sometimes a bit too flashy for my taste (the action sequences go so ham they become not very readable...) but the story was just ok? The setting is barely explained and you are instead bombarded with vague epicspeech about powers and stuff that made me fondly remember Kingdom Hearts lol but that asides it’s a really good time! I need to watch more Chinese movies the few I know are just delightfully off the shits in how they approach action and I love that

Hunter x Hunter

Series, 1999, Japanese

9/10. Superior to the recent one!

I first got introduced to the series via the 2011 one. Comparatively, the 99 series focuses way less on action and way more on the characters, which I love because that fits my personal preferences! Despite mediocre filler episodes and some weird slight pointless plot changes, what it changes from the original manga doesn’t have much of an impact on the characters. The animation quality isn’t always consistent including a huge art style change for an arc (???) but it’s overall pretty nice. The series really shines in the last arc it adapts.

Oban Star-racers

Series, 2006, Japanese/french

9/10 a lovely surprise

This series is completly obscure despite having been created by people famous for their other series (Cowboy Bebop, Code Lyoko that i can name) and it’s a crime! It’s a kids show but without being stupid about it who tells the story of an inter-planetary race. If you liked that one scene in the star wars prequels you know what I mean. It’s got surprisingly nice animation for a TV series, and some truly great character design. The art style is a bit unique in a not for everyone sense, but I didn’t mind it much. It’s also THE most offensively 2000s series i’ve seen in terms of visuals. y2k kids assemble

The Little Prince and the Eight-Headed Dragon

Movie, 1963, japanese

8/10. Classic fairytale format with incredible visuals

Watched this for the art style because I know it inspired Samurai Jack, and it delievered! I dont’ have much to say about this one, it’s a very simply film but it’s sweet. For my pirates out there if you want to find it in good quality with english subtitles it’s VERY hard to find. If you just want to see the looks of it, it’s on Youtube with portugese subs.

We now enter the Gobelins Shorts Zone....!

My Friend Who Glows In The Dark

10/10 makes me cry each time

Pure delight...great animation writing everything. A little short about death and friendship but not in the way you imagine!

Colza

9/10

Visual treat...homely and nice :) not far from a 10 but a 9 because nothing about it is that groundbreaking

Sundown

9/10

If you’ve ever been ten minutes from failing a group project because of a single dude you will REALLY enjoy this. Loved the colors and personality

T’as vendu mes rollers?

10/10

It’s SUCH a sweet little short I loved that one so much

Dix-huit kilomètres trois

10/10

Surprisingly well written dialog. Visuals are great but the humanity of the characters carries this to another level

Un diable dans la poche

9/10

Amazing visuals and the most tense/creepy of Gobelin shorts i’ve ever seen. Chilling

La bestia

8/10

I had some issues with the pacing. Interesting story and visuals choices but I was not fond of the art style

Goodbye Robin

5/10

Confusing but predictable. Both at once??? Yes!

Le retour des vagues

6/10

Cool animation stuff but felt pretty pointless

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Part Two: Things I rewatched

Ruben Brandt: Collector

Movie, 2018, Hungarian

10/10. Underrated as hell

Watched this fully blind for the first time in an animated festival and rewatched it with friends. It’s a crime I never see anyone talking about it given the amount of whining I see about the lack of both adult animation and 2D movies? This film is a unique love letter to art in the form of a weird mix of charming crime story and psychological horror with amazing visuals. I recommend watching it blind and also buying it to show appreciation for how nice it is!!! WATCH THIS MOVIE...

Mononoke

Series, 2007, Japanese

10/10 Visual/storytelling masterpiece in the weird shit departement

If you can stomach intense stuff watch this. The visuals are incredibly unique and beautiful and under the jewel tones and art direction high takes it’s a really cool horror series. My only obstacle to enjoying it the first time I saw it was how dense it is - simply put, it’s so...culturally Japanese it’s not very accessible to me who doesn’t know anything about the culture? Watching it for the second time helped understanding the stories more! 

Corto Maltese in Siberia

Movie, 2002, french

9/10 but really close to ten. A great adaptation!

I’m a huge fan of the original comic so I entered this a biiiittttt suspicious it would suck but it was a really pleasant surprise! It has all the wonder and charm of the original and the animation was surprisingly good for the little budget. If you’re not familiar with the series, it’s a sort of geopolitical action/adventure movie but with it’s own really poetic vibe to it. It’s almost impossible to find online but happens to be fully on YouTube so go ham I guess?

Redline

Movie, 2009, Japanese

10/10 cinema was invented for this, actually

Every review of this movie i’ve seen gives it five stars and starts by talking about how immensly stupid it is. I’m no different. It’s a masterpiece of escalating energy with the depth of a puddle and it fucking rules. It’s free on YouTube too so there really is no excuse to not watch it. Watched it for the first time on a huge cinema screen and despite this my second rewatch on my small laptop was as/even more enjoyable. If you watch this stoned with friends you might travel to another dimension

Spirited Away

Movie, 2001, Japan

10/10 deserves the love it gets

I watched this a single time as a kid and had little memory of it! I mean it’s Ghibli you know it’s going to be good as hell but this one rly shines in how colorful and detailed it is and in it’s world! It made me remember I had a huge crush on the dragonboy as a kid. I’m gay now

Kung-fu Panda (1&2)

Movie, Usa

10/10. KFP fucking rules

Honestly my favorite franchise of the whole disney/dreamworks/pixar hydra. It’s fun as hell, doesn’t skip a single beat and has amazing animation and character designs. If something is a good time I will not care if it’s deep or not and boy I fucking love these movies

Sinbad, Legend of the Seven Seas

Movie, 2003, Usa

5/10 Some great some really bad and overall generic

I tend to hate american cinema and this includes that era of animation I have no nostalgia for. Sinbad is in a weird place because I love adventure stories and the visuals of the movie absolutely deliver but it’s very predictable and TANKED by the addition of the female character, pushed in your face as “look we have woman!!!” despite her writing being misogynistic as hell lol. The evil goddess rules tho. This movie would have been a solid 9 if instead of the girl the two dudes had kissed

[kutemouse]

And Then He Was Gray (Part One)

Disclaimer: I edited the pic I used above, but do not own the OG one. For the purposes of this one-shot, (G)I-DLE and BTS are closer in age than they are irl. I imagine the girls to be around 2 or so years older than they are currently. FYI none of them are minors, and they are all legal drinking age… I checked 😉

This imagine/one-shot was inspired by none other than… Jin’s famous gray, star-patterned crop top. I remember DYING when I first saw that footage of Hoseok taking pictures of Jin lifting his arms and showing off his amazingly toned torso… So, in honor of that magical, wonderful shirt, enjoy 💜

Note: In case it wasn’t clear, I gave Soyeon a nickname that her friends call her. They’ll call her “So-So” occasionally. It’s not based in real life at all, I just thought it was kinda kute.

Age Recommendation: 21+ (Not just a recommendation, kuties!)

Warnings: ALL of BTS make an appearance, (G)I-DLE make an appearance (yes, I like them), PDA, consumption of lots of alcohol, JiHope being the world’s cutest couple and making me pop all the UwU’s, Tae and JK being rowdy drunks, lonely angst 😔 Not much smut in this part. SWEARS, God, I nearly always forget swears 🙄

Word Count: 1,157

Summary: Your best friend Jeon Soyeon invites you to a kick-back with all of her friends and their significant others, intent on hooking you up with someone. Everyone seems taken, though, until he arrives, wearing a star-studded, gray top that makes your mouth water.

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And Then He Was Gray (Jin One-Shot, Smut, Fluff) Part One

“Stop fiddling, you look great!” my best friend said, slapping my hands away from my skirt.

“I can’t help it, I feel like the bottom of my ass is showing,” I groaned, continuing to tug at the plaid, gray fabric.

Soyeon rolled her eyes. “So what if it is?”

I scoffed. “Then I’d like my jeans back please!”

“Y/n. You do not go to a party dressed like it’s just another Friday, okay? This is a special occasion, the first time we’ve been out in ages! Please, for the love of all things holy, try to have fun,” she begged.

Rolling my eyes, I gave her a tiny nod, reluctantly agreeing to “have fun,” as she put it. My idea of fun was curling up with my favorite show, rolled up in a blanket like the lazy burrito I was. However, my best friend had been invited to this kick-back, and since all of her university friends were going to be there, and, more importantly, since the girl she was currently into was going to be there, I was forced to come along as her wing-woman. When my bestie explained why she wanted me to come, I couldn’t help feeling slighted. That was seriously her reasoning why the fuck I had to go? Couldn’t Soyeon find some other gal pal to dress up like a doll and drag places?

“Guess not,” I thought as we stepped onto the porch and knocked on the door. We could already hear music booming from the inside, accompanied by loud laughter and shouts.

A boy whipped open the door, laughing at something behind him. I was taken aback by his large stature and wide, white smile. “Ladies,” he greeted when he saw us, his smile turning into a smirk. “Come on in.”

“Nice to see you too, Jungkook,” Soyeon said, pressing a hand on the boy’s chest and pushing him aside.

The house was rather large and beautifully decorated on the inside. “Wow,” I said, looking around. “Whose place is this?”

“Mine,” the boy, Jungkook, said. “Well, my parents. But they’re out of town, so for the weekend, it’s mine.”

“It’s nice.”

“Thanks.” Jungkook motioned to the kitchen. “Grab food, drinks, whatever. Most of us are outside around the fire pit.”

“Cool, thanks,” Soyeon said, grabbing me by the wrist and making a beeline for the kitchen.

“Is that the guy?” I hissed as she tugged me along.

“Nope,” she replied as we passed a couple wrapped around each other, making out in plain sight.

“Ugh,” Soyeon said, wrinkling her nose. “That’s my friend from university, Yuqi, and Jungkook’s best friend, Taehyung. I so regret introducing those two.”

Two guys were in the kitchen, one dark-haired, the other blonde. Both were handsome as hell, but while the dark-haired one had more pointed, angular features, the blonde’s were rounded, soft, and delicate. “This is Hoseok, I call him Hobi,” she said, pointing. “And that’s Jimin. They’re only the cutest couple I know.” Soyeon leaned on the counter and squished her cheeks between her hands.

Hobi rolled his eyes, tugging Jimin closer by the waist. “Soyeon, please.”

“It’s true,” she retorted.

“Don’t let Taehyung hear you say that,” Jimin said, chuckling. “He thinks he and Yuqi are the World’s Cutest Couple.”

“Because we are,” a deep voice said. I turned to see a tall, handsome guy with dark hair leading a girl with large doe eyes and waist-length, wavy brown hair into the kitchen.

Soyeon scoffed. “More like World’s Most Inconsiderate Couple.”

“Soyeon, please. Don’t be jealous.” Taehyung’s mischievous grin did nothing to stop my bestie from throwing an empty cup at him.

Blatantly ignoring them, Hobi nodded in my direction. “So-So, who’s your friend?”

“Oh, this is my best friend, Y/n. I’ve known her since we were kids.”

“That’s cool, nice to meet you,” Hobi said, extending his hand. I shook it, shyly nodding.

Jimin poured everyone drinks before we headed outside, the boys jostling each other as they joked around and making us girls giggle. We sat in some lawn chairs circled around a fire pit, where a few people were already roasting marshmallows and drinking. “Soyeon!” a girl with long, dark hair pulled into a ponytail exclaimed, throwing her arms around my bestie. “I missed you!”

“Missed you too, Shuhua. It’s only been what, a day?”

“Feels longer,” Shuhua mock-pouted before taking a seat on Jungkook’s lap. Leaning over his girlfriend, Jungkook gestured to a guy with silvery-purple hair who was holding the hand of a girl with blonde-streaked, dark hair and gorgeous, piercing eyes. “This is Namjoon, and his girlfriend, Minnie.”

Namjoon shook our hands with a smile. “Nice to meet you. Feel free to grab some roasting sticks and ‘mallows if you want.”

Another boy with dark hair and pale skin held his hand out as well. “I’m Yoongi. This is my girlfriend, Soojin.”

Soojin had to be one of the prettiest girls I’d ever seen. Her blonde hair cascaded down to her waist, and her red-lipsticked smile was sultry yet shy. “Yoongi sure is a lucky guy,” I thought while shaking their hands as well.

After introductions were finished, I sat down in a chair, pulling my bestie down with me. “Soyeon, all of these guys seem to be taken. You said you were bringing me here to meet someone,” I whispered.

“Patience,” she hissed back before her entire face lit up. “Oh my God, Miyeon! You look amazing!”

Soyeon got up and placed her hands on a girl’s shoulders. The girl must have just arrived. Her purse was still on her shoulder and a cup full of liquid was in her hand. “Thanks,” she said, giving Soyeon an up-down, her pretty brown eyes sliding slowly over my best friend’s body. “You look good too, Soyeon.”

Ah, so this was the famous Miyeon. Soyeon hadn’t shut up about her since the day they met, and tonight was supposed to be the night my best friend made her move.

“Ten bucks they hook up,” I heard Jungkook whisper, and I turned to shoot him a grin as the others snickered. Luckily, Soyeon and Miyeon were too caught up in each other to notice.

After a while of drinking and laughing, I was pleasantly buzzed and my best friend was slowly sliding one hand up Miyeon’s thigh while the other was intertwined between her fingers. Score one for Soyeon. From what she told me, Miyeon was girlfriend material.

The other couples were also getting cozy, and I suddenly felt a chill as I realized the closest thing I had to snuggle with was bare-ass air. This was fun, and I liked meeting new people, but I knew this kick-back was going to end up with everyone pairing off. Maybe I should just go home. Snuggle my blanket. Watch a movie. You know, my definition of fun.

“Beer pong anyone?” Taehyung asked suddenly, holding up a couple of ping pong balls.

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Part Two is here! 😏

[thehonestmommy]

My Birth Story (Baby #2) - Part 1

2020 brought and withheld a lot of things for everyone across the globe. But for us, quarantined to our home, it brought new life. And as the year winds down, I’m ready to reflect upon the biggest event of the year, Welcoming Galen Angus O’Neill to the world. 

On the morning of September 3rd, I was 4 days overdue and feeing impatient for the arrival of our new baby. I woke around 4 am, and could feel some gentle cramps in my belly. This was not new. Throughout the pregnancy I was fooled over and over again by prodromal labour which I had been enduring for months. I even experienced gallstones during the beginning of my 2nd trimester, so I was no stranger to pains and pangs that lead nowhere. 

I did my best to get back to sleep but to no avail. I laid awake and tried not to pay attention to the feelings. Unable to get back to sleep, I listened to some hypnobirthing meditations for about an hour and a half (which I did often in the early mornings/late nights) and although I didn’t sleep again, I rested and relaxed and practiced my mindful isometric breathing.

At about 5:30 I couldn’t shake the feeling that this was the real deal. The pains were not different, but my instinct told me this was it. The slow start to the big show. I shook Ryan awake and said “I think this is it!” to witch he responded “oh..yeah? okay” dismissing what he thought was another false alarm.  But I didn’t feel any doubt this time.

He got up and got ready for work, and reminded me to call him if things get real and he will come home. Our morning went on as usual.

I got up, got myself and my son Lauchlan dressed and took him to daycare. Admittedly, I don’t remember doing this, perhaps because I was distracted, or maybe because I didnt yet realize what was happening during an otherwise normal and mundane morning routine. Whatever the case, I dont remember taking him there….but he spent the day at daycare.

When I returned home I attempted to sleep but again wasn’t able to. Excitement was keeping me awake and alert. I knew rest of any kind was important, made myself breakfast and lounged in bed with the dog (who stayed close with me), while I watched a few movies. A completely chill morning,  but as the morning went on, my cramps were becoming regular, and more noticeable. I began timing them, and although the timing was a little off, I knew this was it. It’s go time!

At 9:00 I texted Ryan:

“Umm….Soon. Contractions are closer together now, about 6-8 mins apart but they are short, only 30 seconds and I can still talk and walk through them.”

He decided to come home as soon as he could, with a brief stop to get get me some gatorade and grapes (both staples in my last birth). 

At 9:30 I texted my Doula to let her know I was quite certain I was in early labour. Of all my birth team, I wanted to call upon her first since she would come to help keep me comfortable if I requested it no mater what stage of labour I was in (Midwives typically wait till signs of active labour). I knew I didn’t need her quite yet so she asked me to keep her posted in case the intensity picks up. 

At 10:30, I paged my midwife: 

Good morning!

I m officially in (at least early) labour. I ve been having surges since 4:15am, and they are getting more intense but are a bit irregular. Most are 40 seconds to a minute long, but are anywhere from 5-9 minutes apart. It’s getting close! (My water did not break and I have no blood or mucus show)

My midwife had a team meeting at noon, so said she could be there by 1pm. That sounded perfect to me, so I laid back down, snacked, sipped water and watched some of my favourite funny moves to help keep my mind distracted; Anchorman (twice!) Step Brothers and Talledaga Nights. (Special shoutout to Will Farrell and John C. Reilly for attending my birth as humour doulas. You boys keep it real)  In the meantime I chatted with my bestie Andrea who agreed to come over and take some photos. Her plan was to come by at 2pm.  Intermittently I listened to some of my hypnobirthing tracks and walked around the house to help gauge how I was feeling. I was still doing okay. 100% comfortable between surges, and still able to talk during them. I used my home-made mala during my surges to remind myself to breathe and relax my face and shoulders (where I hold most of my tension).

Ryan arrived home and got me some grapes and water, making sure I ate and stayed hydrated. He laid next to me and held my hand while the surges came, and reminded me how strong I am, and that we were soon going to meet our newest baby! I was glad to have him at my side, keeping me calm, comfortable, focused, fed and hydrated.

Andrea arrived shortly after and began photographing the goings-on as I laboured in my room. She kept me company and sat on the bed and observed what my contractions looked like while I was cuddled in my bed in my nest of pillows. I was at this time, doing my best to stop talking, turn inward, and breathe slowly as deeply while in a surge, as they were becoming longer and stronger. They would come mid-conversation with Andrea, and I would pause, breathe, and then continue the conversation. I knew trying to talk through them was still possible, but wouldn’t be as beneficial as breathing. 

Soon, My Midwife arrived and confirmed I was absolutely in early labour.  At 2:15 I consented to a cervical check. I was 4cm and 50% effaced, my heart rate and blood pressure were normal, and fetal movement was normal. All green checkmarks. I felt very positive about my progress, and confident that things were progressing well and safely.

As my surges continued to gain strength, I began moving around. Laying in bed was just not feeling right any longer. I followed my instincts and shifted from the bed to the floor. My midwifes assistant offered to squeeze my hips during surges to help relieve them, and it was helping so much. During a surge I leaned on her, I leaned on Ryan, and relaxed on a yoga ball in between. No position was better than the other but changing it up helped keep it fresh. 

Sadly, around this time I heard from my Doula that she was not able to make it. She was attending another birth that was not going well and that mom needed extra support.  I felt like things were going very smoothly for us, so although I was let down, it didn’t send me into a panic. Thankfully she had a backup that was available to attend. Id never met her before, but if my doula recommended her, then I trust that she’s excellent! So she was dispatched to our house.

at 4pm I VERY suddenly began to feel nauseous. Last time that meant I was in transition and the baby was about to come, but i was sure that couldn’t be happening already. My midwife took it as a cue, and offered another cervical check which I would have declined if it weren’t for the nausea. I wanted to know so I consented and found that I was 6cm and 100% effaced.  It was time to get in the birth pool! Ryan realized time was getting close so he stepped out to pick up Lauchlan from Daycare. 

We made our way downstairs and my secondary doula Victoria arrived and introduced herself. She helped me into the pool at 4:30. The water was hot hot hot and so relaxing! I could do nothing but smile as I eased into the water. I could feel all my muscles let go, and like magic my labour picked up. In the first few moments in the pool, observed my surroundings and was filled with an overwhelming joy. I was surrounding by a caring team; my midwives and doula, one of my best friends and my husband and son (who were still on their way back from daycare), safely in my home and during a pandemic no less, when I would otherwise be birthing alone in a hospital. I was so thankful to be experiencing a smooth birth, in the comfort of my own home. The oxytocin wave washed over me, I very soon needed breathing coaching during my surges. They were becoming powerful enough that I needed to make a low guttural hum to stop myself from gasping. I was entering into the primal stage of birth.

Ryan arrived back home with Lauchlan. I wondered what his response would be like, but he was completely adorable and kept me smiling. He didn’t seem phased at all by what was going on. In fact, he was a sweet help; he fed me water and grapes, and gave me kisses over the side of the pool. He was not too pleased however, that he was not allowed to get in it the birth pool with me, but it didn’t stop him from sticking around for the whole show in innocent presence. 

At 5:00 I felt like I needed to pee. Of course, I was in the birth pool. My birth team suggested that if i wanted to stay in the pool I could just pee in there since urine is sterile, but I was 100% not into that! Lord knows how much longer I would be in that water, and the thought just grossed me out. So they helped me out of the tub and I waddled my way through my living room towards the bathroom. I noted to myself how thankful I was that I collected about 20 old towels as I tracked water through my living room (this, by the way, was the only ‘mess’ from the whole birth!) Right at the bathroom door another surge hit and it nearly knocked me off my feet. Thankfully Ryan was there to support me. As soon as it ended, it was like it never happened and I took a moment in the washroom and then quickly went back to the pool. 

Once I was back in the pool, I felt incredibly hot and nauseous. Thankfully I did not throw up (I am emetophobic) but this time I knew that wave of nausea meant I was in transition. My surges were less than a minute apart. I complained of the water being too hot a few times, and we realized it actually was! Ryan began adding cold water to the tub and a cold cloth to my head, neck and back to help cool me down. Things picked up. Ryan started my birth playlist and I found focus again with the music. My doula coached me through the surges and told me I should stop doing the low guttural sounds because I was going to risk losing my voice. She said yell if I need to! It’s time to get primal! During my surges I leaned my forearms and shoulders on the edge of the pool and grasped her index fingers like handle bars.  I felt like I couldn’t go on, like I would perish if I had to endure any more…. And I knew this meant a miracle was about to happen. I knew I could do it and could keep going, bit the feeling of it becoming too much was so strong. I tried to not say it but the words slipped out “I can’t, I can’t do this” and everyone…Ryan my midwives, my doula, my best friend all let out a chorus of “Yes you can. You already are!”  I nodded and kept on.

My next surge at approximately 5:30 my water broke (in the pool). The pressure of it breaking was so strong that It felt like a gunshot in the water. It was so strong that I actually thought for a minute that it was the baby! I was so glad it happened, because I knew it meant the baby was very close. Vitals showed we were both doing well, but there was one issue: meconium in the water. When the water broke, meconium came with it which can be a danger to the baby’s breathing.  My midwife leaned in close and looked me in the eye and said “Sarah, there’s meconium in the water. If you want to have this baby at home, we have to do it now. It’s time to push.”

Pushing was not part of my birth plan. I wanted to let the FER (fetal ejection reflex) take over. But hearing that my home birth was at risk of coming to an end and transferring to a hospital pushed me into a new zone of strength. With the next surge, I pushed as hard as I could. And when it was finished I knew I could do better. The following surge I pushed harder and longer and it brought the babies head down. But something felt wrong… I felt like I was being ripped in half and my hips were being violently pulled apart.  At that moment I flashed back to Lauchlans birth, and how pushing felt so relieving, and I never once felt like it was ‘too much.’ This was different… Like he was coming out sideways. But before my midwife could even check to see what was happening, another surge came and I gave every inch of my life in that final push, and the baby arrived! 5:43 pm September 3rd, 2020. Our quarantine baby, born at home. 

I reached down and lifted my baby out of the water and held my wiggling squishy new baby to my chest. The baby was warm and soft and so alert. The midwives immediately began attending to the baby to make sure all was well, and it was. I leaned the baby back on my forearms and gazed at this beautiful creature.  I observed the baby head to toe, and was taken with how beautiful this child was. And this time (unlike last time) I remembered to check and see what gender we had. It was a boy! I announced it to the room with a slightly disheartened tone because I was SURE it was going to be a girl. I was shocked that my intuition mislead me so much, but I chuckled thinking that ‘Sarah and the boys’ has always been my way of life. Being a boy-mom is my calling. 

I leaned back in the pool and snuggled my new bundle of joy. I spoke gently to him, “hello baby, welcome to the world! I love you already” Ryan asked me “What is his name?” “I’m not sure” I said. We hadn’t decided which of our chosen boy’s names to use. “Alec, or Galen?” I asked “I’m completely okay with both.” “Galen” Ryan said. “Galen Angus O’Neill.”

After some bonding time in the pool, the midwives cut his cord and handed Galen to Ryan for some skin-to-skin snuggles. They helped me out of the water and on to the couch where my vitals were taken and my midwives reminded me that we needed to deliver the placenta (oh, right! it’s not over!)  I relaxed and observed Ryan with our second son in his arms for the first time. He snuggled him and remarked that his mouth was open and looking for food! Once the placenta was delivered and I was stitched from a very mild 1st degree tear, he placed our boy back on my chest where he latched and nursed without any struggle at all. It was perfect. He was perfect. 

After some time with me, he was laid on some blankets on our coffee table and his APGAR test began. Amusing to likely only us, Ryan asked “does he have a bum hole?” and thankfully he did, and pooped right away to prove it!  He passed everything on the test… a healthy boy! We were ultimately blessed. 

We each made guesses at his weight and were shocked to find he was a whopping 9 pounds! Much bigger than I expected!

The rest of my evening was mostly a blur of happy comments and realizing how short my active labour had been… just 1.5 hours! Incredible! the entire labour was about 13.5 hours, roughly the same as my previous labour with Lauchlan (but the active stage was WAY faster with Galen!)

My doula had fed me toasted english muffins and gatorade while I lounged with the baby. Shortly after she helped me upstairs to shower, and tucked me in bed with the baby. I remarked again how incredible home birthing can be, and how lucky I was to do it.

Andrea’s husband Nate came to pick her up and popped in to say hello and congratulations, and brought me a hamburger which I straight up devoured! The midwives took care of cleaning up and put our linens in the laundry while Ryan emptied the pool. Our house swiftly went back to normal and it was as if nothing happened. The only evidence was the new life in my arms.  So strange that the miracle of life had happened in my living room just hours before. 

Even though I would consider this a successful and beautiful birth, it still took me some time to process it. I Think it’s normal to need to put some distance between you and an even so life altering in oder to see it clearly. I can say now, 3.5 months later, that it was a wholly positive birth experience and I am overjoyed that I was able to successfully birth at home. I would do it again in a heartbeat (although I don’t plan on it!!) and I can’t think of anything that I would change. I am so grateful that this happened for us, especially knowing that not everyone is this lucky. A true blessing of an uneventful birth.

Home births, when safe, are such a gift to the whole family. After the birth I was able to enjoy my baby without him being whisked away for test or baths. My husband and son and friend were able to be by my side to witness the miracle. I was able to labour in comfort, privacy, and with dignity and autonomy, able to make decisions that fit my needs. I was able to shower in my own bathroom, sleep in my own bed, and maintain my chosen level of privacy. I ate my own chosen foods, Wear my comfiest PJs. I was in complete control of the environment. and best of all, I was able to snuggle with my baby and toddler to my hearts content, with no one to interrupt me.

The following week was much of the same. Lounging at home in comfort with intermittent home-visits from the midwives to check on our progress. But one week in, our little paradise got turned upside down and we headed off to CHEO once again. But that is a story for part 2.

Special thanks to Andrea for photographing and witnessing the birth of our baby boy. You did a beautiful job and i’m so glad I got to share the experience with you! xo

[ashleyhilfer]

8/31/2018

ONE YEAR AGO TODAY!

Me, my bestie, and my sister were blessed enough to get chosen by Mama Swiftie to go meet the person who has gotten me through so many horrible and wonderful moments in my life. From break ups, to family drama, from falling in love and losing it then finding it again, and everything in between, I’ve always found a safe place and outlet in her music. From her self debuted album to red to reputation and now to lover. I don’t care if she is “country” “pop” “rock” “rap”, she will always have a way of speaking as if it’s directly to me through her music, as if she knows what I’m feeling and just what I need at the perfect time. I am so damn proud of her and how far she has come. She has truly taught me that “Haters gonna hate” no matter what and to just be yourself and not to give a damn what others think or say!

I haven’t talked a whole lot about my experience meeting Taylor, mostly because I am disappointed in myself, and I also do not want to sound ungrateful for the opportunity because I am in now way ungrateful. I just did was not able to form the words to say all the things to Taylor that I always wanted to. I literally felt frozen. In complete shock. I think I really said was, I love you, and thank you. My sister(god bless her soul) was there with me and was able to speak(so I didn’t look like a total freak just gawking at her). I never in a million years thought this would ever happen to me. I was in no way prepared. I should have taken a few minutes to sit down and think about the things I really wanted to say before I went into that room. But I didn’t. And for that I am super mad at myself and sad. So I’m just posting this hear in hope Taylor might see it someday and know the things I meant to say that I couldn’t say the day we met!

@taylorswift we met in the Minneapolis rep room on 8/31/2018! My name is Ashley. I was so rude to not even introduce myself. I was so nervous! I know I said thank you and I love you but that’s about all. We talked about my sisters baby and how this was her first time seeing you and I bought her the tickets! I just wanted to let you know that there was so much I wanted to thank you for and I’m sorry I couldn’t form the words to do it then! I’ve been a fan since Tim McGraw and me and my best friend would drive around allllll the time listening to your albums! I think I wore out fearless for how many times it played in my black neon! It got me through sooo much! The first time I saw you live was at we fest and then again on the speak now tour! Since then I’ve seen you 4 time between 1989 and reputation! And I cannot wait for Lover tour! Last October I did something I have NEVER done before and flew to Arlington all by myself for your last show! I was scared shitless but I did it anyway! You’d be proud! Anyway I just want to say THANK YOU SO MUCH for writing so many relatable songs that have gotten me through so many bad and good times in my life. I will never stop supporting you and I will always have your back! You truly have taught me to be myself and not care what others think or if they like me. As long as I’m true to who I am. That’s been so important to me because for so long I was always someone who was so worried about what everyone thought so THANK YOU!!! I am so proud of you tay and I have loved every minute of following you and your music career and I will always be here. LOVER is absolutely amazing. Legit your best work yet! Thank you for writing it. Okay that’s enough. I did send you a letter and I’m not sure you got it! I’ll try again! Thank you for everything day. I was enchanted to meet you(even if I did act like an idiot) See you on tour💗💗💗 Loverrrr, Ashley