#cause like. the burner is literally just eating it for no reason at that point

[nightmareonpeachstreet]

got my Alcryst up to +4 on the legendary remix today. he started at +1 so today I was very carefully mulling over who to give 3 sets of his skills to before merging him

happy to say that Kagero, Halloween Niles and Setsuna all got some very good skills

[captain-of-silvenar]

F, G, H, M, and S for the fanfic asks!!!! <3333

Hi Bishop! Thanks for the ask!

F: Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

From Chapter 2 of First Impressions, referencing Yera wanting to go into the abandoned Raven Rock Mines:

“And what's to say the opposite? Maybe there is something lurking in the mines that caused it to close off and no one's been able to find out. Maybe just one last look around will be our luck instead.”

“Says someone who sounds like they want a cave-in. I thought you hired me to be a guide?” Teldryn asked.

“As you are, and I am putting my trust in you right now that you're the mer for the job and will keep me safe. So how is an old and empty mine anymore dangerous than a cave we'll explore later outside the Bulwark?”

He wasn't going to fall for this, this had to be a kind of test. His judgment couldn’t have been this wrong to tie himself to someone willing to go blindly - literally! - into an old mining shaft abandoned for nearly a century just for fun. No, he was putting his foot down like he's done before and holding his ground.

“If you need me to spell it out for you, I will,” he started. “Who knows how long those walls have eroded away and are structurally unsound at this point. And if we ignore that, I'm sure all those nooks and crannies are filled with all sorts of skeever or whatever beasts crawled their way in from the outside. Should we get in a cave-in but survive then we’d have no way of getting back out on account of the fact there’s only one way inside. You can try to convince me, sera, but there is no way I am getting anywhere near those mines or Azura help me-”

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"But mark my words, these mines hold a secret that could put Raven Rock back on the map."

I enjoyed writing this scene for a few reasons. The comedic timing of cutting way to Yera absolutely dragging Teldryn toward the mines was too good an opportunity to pass up.

And also it showed the kind of personality Yera has to the audience at the moment. Maybe reckless, maybe over confident, but self assured in her own worth to speak of it jokingly in the face of Teldryn giving actual advise about risks.

Plus it's funny to put characters in situations. Always put your characters in situations, it's for enrichment.

G: Do you write your story from start to finish, or do you write the scenes out of order?

I very much write out of order. I've tried writing from start to finish a lot in my life and I always get stuck and never get to the scene I want to write. So I just learned to skip right to the part I want to write the most and then backtrack to see if I can make it fit.

Most of the time I can, sometimes it just doesn't work but words written down are better than lost in your mind.

H: How would you describe your style?

I would say that I'm very scene orientated. I like to set the stage and describe the feeling of an area before jumping into it. I also do like a character focus perspective and how they interpret things through their own lens.

What might be overlooked by one character, another would latch onto and mentally describe it for the audience to understand what makes the character tick or gleeful.

I'm also always open to trying out different things and seeing how it works out. I've always written just for myself but I'm working on breaking out of it and sharing my work online, just to get a new experience.

M: Got any premises on the back burner that you’d care to share?

I might've spoken about it in the tags of another post, but I got this fic with a Maormer/Mermaid brewing in the back. Mermaids were my childhood obsession so I just revived it and now it's half of what I think of these days, haha.

Another is this really strange and angsty/whump fic I have between Yera and Miraak. Of a premise where he wins, absorbs her soul, and the consequences of eating another soul that eats other immortal souls. What happens when two of them are placed in one body? Bad things I'll tell you!

And one I do have published but hasn't been updated in a few years is The Telvanni Master fic on Ao3. It follows my character Lorana Alithar and how she is viewed by several characters with different degrees of familiarity. Writing a story about her, without ever having her speak as the main voice. Really fun!

S: Any fandom tropes you can’t resist?

Enemies to lovers; bodyguards to lovers; found family; star-crossed lovers; a lot of romantic tropes haha.

When it comes to fandom tropes, I'm actually not quite versed in them or I kind of ignore them. Comes with the territory of just sitting in your own writing and not really delving deep into the fandom territory.

But a good trope where a character has to self-reflect and evaluate themselves against new information is tasty and good to explore.

ask meme can be found here!

[bubbleteaimagines]

DUMB THINGS THE HAIKYUU BOYS DO DURING SEX

genre. nsfw / crack

warnings. mentions sex, sex stuff, kinks such as spitting, food play, rope play and spit kink

➞ DAICHI This mf always tries to bend you like a pretzel when you are NOT flexible at all. He does it so much that once, he accidentally dislocated your hip and took the phrase, “I’m gonna make sure you don’t walk for a week,” to a whole new level </3

➞ SUGAWARA Suga always tries to make you queef. Yes, you read that correctly, he thinks is hilarious when you ‘fart’ and will not stop until you yell at him

➞ ASAHI Asahi cannot fuck you on his bed. He’ll do it on the floor, on the couch, in the shower, but NOT his bed. He claims it’s because he used to put his stuffed bear Mr. Wiggles on the same pillow your face is buried in and it just doesn’t ‘feel right.’ Ok Asahi

➞ NISHINOYA Noya always tries to crack jokes with you...while you’re in the MIDDLE of trying to ride him. He’ll deadass stare at you and be like, “Why did the chicken cross the road?” LIKE- NOYA PLS NOT NOW

➞ TANAKA Tanka literally has the worst sex playlist. It’s literally just a combination of random songs thrown together, and one time he was in the middle of hitting it from the back when Little Einstein’s remix started blasting through the speakers. Safe to say, that was your breaking point

➞ YAMAGUCHI For some reason, Yams always tries to hold in moans. Like...he thinks they’re embarrassing- but it’s nowhere near as embarrassing as the noises he makes when he runs out of breath and starts choking on air

➞ USHIJIMA Just lays there. No seriously, if you’re riding Ushijima he literally just stays still, no moaning or anything. It’s so awkward when you try to dirty talk and he nods up at you, saying nothing. You look down at he’s just staring at you like 👁_👁

➞ TENDOU has always begged you to let him bring food into the bedroom. The one time you did though, the mf got hungry halfway through and left you on the bed pussy ass naked

➞ KUROO dropped the damn soap while you guys were having shower sex. Yep, you know what that means. Y’all were slipping and sliding all over the place and Kuroo fell out and took the half the damn shower curtain with him

➞ KENMA always looks so bored whenever you guys are having sex. It got to the point where you straight up asked if he’d rather be doing anything else, and he deadass said, “Yeah. Can you go get my switch?”

➞ BOKUTO almost died once cause he wouldn’t come up for air while he was eating you out. You literally had to stop him cause he was turning red in the face and you didn’t want him to pass out on your pussy

➞ AKAASHI gets so serious and always uses the technical terms for stuff. You try not to, but once you couldn’t help but to burst out laughing when he told you, “Y/N, I’m gonna ejaculate!” Right as he was about to cum

➞ SUNA You thought it was weird one day when Suna told you he wanted to be blind folded and tied up. But whatever, it was something new so you willing to do it. Well, come to find out, he only wanted you to so that he could sleep and have an excuse not to move/so you couldn’t see him 😭😩

➞ ATSUMU Atsumu told you one day that he wanted you to spit in his mouth, not knowing that you had Salsa and chips earlier that day. So when you did, he literally cringed and said, “Why is it spicy?” like in that one meme

➞ OSAMU Thought it’d be fun to have sex on the stove, NOT REALIZING THAT HE HAD TURNED IT ON EARLIER TO COOK DINNER. Safe to say, your ass cheek now has burn a mark in the shape of a stove burner AND you both had to wait in the hospital hungry asf

tagging: @heyheyitsnaenae @matsusimp

[enhaheeseung]

So as I said I would like to make a post as to why I’m thinking about deleting this account before like I said I was dead set on it but now I’m not sure but here are a few reasons for why I’m contemplating it

Number one Im really wishy washy one moment I’ll be so confident in a plot or a story but as I post it I feel like it’s not good enough or I could have done better than I start getting these irrational thoughts like it’s bad or embarrassing and finally I get to the point where I stop writing (hints my 40 drafts)

Another reason is feeling like I have to rush something out even though no one demands me to write and post for some reason I feel obligated or I’m gonna lose readers if I don’t like I said I know I’m the only one that feels that way buts it’s a big hindering point for me

Something else is when I don’t get many comments or asks I feel unimportant like I put a lot of time work and effort for little feedback which is once again all in my head cause you all are literally the best and even if I had just one follower that enjoyed my writing I’d continue for them cause the joy I feel when someone tells me that my writing makes their day is immeasurable

Also I really don’t have any friends on here like there’s no one that I talk to or have connected with and that plays into another on of my problems is that it may seem stupid but I miss my older readers not saying I don’t like my new followers just as much but it’s different when you kinda get to know someone and then they’re are just gone which also makes me feel like a hypocrite cause I’m literally thinking about leaving

Anyways it all sounds really ridiculous if you think about it I mean I just made this account to write but I didn’t know what others things I’d encounter here but the best way I can describe it is I feel lonely and I think that was one of the main reasons for my lack of motivation but I can’t blame anyone cause you all have lives going on and they don’t stop just cause someone posts a fic on tumblr

So those are the more app base problems that I have but as for life in general it’s been really tough all around when I made this account I was only part time but as months went by people from my job quit so I was able to pick up more hours and more hours means more money now typically forty hour jobs are the norm but for me it’s been really tough cause I got hired in October (the day before heeseung’s birthday lol hehe anyways) and my immune system is very weak so I was shifting between first and third shift till October so you could imagine what that was like and it’s still not that much better because of this I don’t eat on proper schedule cause I get home and im so tired I just fall asleep and miss dinner leaving only one meal a day which is lunch with all that being said I’ve lost a significant amount of weight and energy overall so I think that also has a lot to do with my mental status I’ve really just been completely out of it today I was just on auto pilot and it felt terrible cause I had no control over how I feel

I have a lot of emotional stress and family issues that are really bad but I will not talk about that here I typically take out my stress by working and doing things which is the worst way to cope cause my body can not take all the stress I endure nor my mind I’ll usually workout or work extra hard and push myself beyond the limit cause somehow that makes me feel hopeful and motivated to not give up it’s weird but it works

It’s also weird to talk about this here but I feel everyone deserves an explanation for why I feel like leaving

A big problem of mine I’m a huge people pleaser like to an extent that’s almost troubling so I always try my best to accommodate everyone and guess who that leaves on the back burner

Me

And that’s a big problem cause I should always put myself first but I didn’t as I stated before I wrote two of my favorite stories “popcorn” and “angel” angel took ten hours while popcorn took about seven “train ride home” also falls into the category of works I made in just one day I was so excited to post them for everyone hoping it would get a good response and to please my readers at the expanse of me using my whole day off just to write one fic

Overworking has been my downfall since I can remember like I mentioned some time ago I work till the point of satisfaction I push myself to the limit to test myself even if I know I can do it I still have to put my body under some type of physical pain until I’m satisfied an example of this would be a few years ago I used to do sprinting I still do just not as often but I was so driven to beat my previous record that I was out till midnight I ran the same course too many times to count so many times I gave myself a cramp and still kept going I didn’t stop until I beat my record with a cramp and all

This leads me to my stubbornness I just can’t stop even with writers block I continually try to write stories that’s why I didn’t feel like taking a break was an option cause if I know myself I’d just go back and back time and time again in the past I mentioned taking breaks but I never really did I just didn’t post for awhile behind the scenes I was still in fact writing

After awhile I think the positive feedback really kept me wanting to post something about the notifications was almost like an addiction so I kept posting and posting till I eventually went through everything all my plots and idea’s poof gone but I still wanted to please everyone so I continued to post even when I felt it was sub par

I only have a few works I’m proud of but I still beat myself up cause they could have been better overall it’s just I don’t know how to explain it or what’s going on it even feels strange to me one minute I’m up next minute I’m down I think there’s a lot of things to attribute this to such as my lifestyle and just getting older but who really knows

Ultimately the biggest reason is I just feel like I’m not good enough I think that’s what it really boils down to unfortunately I know I’m way too hard on myself and it’s really not this deep but I can’t help it I wanted to share this with everyone to let you know that I really tried my best

And when my best isn’t good enough I can’t help but feel disappointed with myself I’m a perfectionist as well so that doesn’t help my situation in conclusion I’m having a mental battle with myself I think if I can get in tune with my body and mind I could come back stronger and better but as of right now that’s going to take all my effort I am currently working on all these problems I mentioned

Even though it was very tough for me to share my mind with the world it has also been healing and a great experience at times I’m glad there’s a platform for like minded people to meet without any judgement and hostility I’m greatful to everyone who has followed my tumblr journey all I can say is I love you all🤎

Sincerely your hee simp president

[imagineswriting47]

Running away

A/N: This is for the Anon who asked ‘ Hello! I saw that your requests were open, and I want to know if it’s possible to write a Dean x reader story where the reader has a dark/sad past ( maybe worse than the Winchesters?) that extends outside of America, like an international type of deal? Then maybe dean does something rude or finds something out and treats her badly, just something that causes her to run away? I literally have no plot to this! Thank you in advance! I want to apologize for this taking so long to get out.

Summary: When Dean finds out the truth about Y/N he doesn’t take it to well.

Parring: Dean/Reader

Warnings: None

Tag List: @akshi8278​

If you had told me ten years ago that monsters and demons were real, I would have laughed about it. I would be thinking that you were saying some terrible jokes. Now I know differently. Watching monsters kill my whole family changed everything. How I survived, I will never know. Running away from everything didn't solve anything, either. Flying to America, I hoped that I could leave monsters hunting behind and the British Men of Letters. I couldn't. Once a monster hunter, always a monster hunter. So when I heard about some strange killings the town over from where I had been staying, I had to check it out. Meeting the Winchesters was not what I expected. Nor were they anything like I had been lead to believe. When everything was said and done with the hunt, Sam asked if I would like to come along. I said, 'no.' I gave them my number to call if they needed anything anyway.

After meeting Sam and Dean, I started hunting again. I was meeting other hunters along the way as well. But somehow, the Winchesters and I kept crossing paths. Every time they would ask me to come along with them, I told them 'no.' But the more that I hunted with them, the more I found myself wanting to go with them. For the first time since I lost my family, I felt safe with someone. But how would they handle the truth about me? My past is not pretty. The things that I did for the British Men of Letters are things that I can't forgive myself for. They will hate me if they know the truth about me. But Sam, with those puppy dog eyes, how could I say no. Even when I got a room in the Bunker, I still kept my distance. I was doing my best to keep my past from them. They could never know how much I care about both of them. I fear that they could use it against me, or someone could use the brothers against me.  

The past, no matter how hard you run from it, will always find you. 

A simple hunt that turned out to be demons changed everything. Demons lie; everyone knows this. But these demons were not lying about me. And when the beast was dead, Dean asked if the creature was telling the truth. Did I sell my soul? My silence was answer enough for him. Then the yelling started. I was everything that he said. I was no better than the monsters that we hunted. While my soul was still mine, it was dirty and tainted by the darkness that is Hell. It doesn't matter to him that my soul is still mine and that I still have my soul. That I managed to get the demon who I sold my soul to break their end of the deal was a miracle. By breaking their end of the agreement, they were making the deal void. Dean didn't care about that, and the whole way back to the Bunker, Dean was silent after Sam got Dean to stop yelling and get in the car. A yelling Dean I knew how to deal with but a quiet Dean that was a bad thing. When the car came to a stop, I all but jumped from the car and went to my room.  Closing the door behind me, I sat on my bed.  Only a moment later, the door was thrown open by Dean.

"Were you going to tell us?" Dean spoke the quiet furry easy to hear in his voice. I didn't know what more he wanted me to say. What could I say? "You lied to me—your just another monster. I trusted you to have Sam, and I's back. I trusted you, and I should never have done that..." I don't hear anything after that; his words keep getting harsher and harsher. Seeing the chance when Dean stepped further into my room, I ran. Once past him, I let the tears fall down my face. When I felt like I ran into a wall only to have two arms wrap around me.

"Y/N?"

"I'm sorry, Sam. I'm just so sorry." I whisper as I pull away from him. Running to the garage, I jump into my old car. Once out and onto the road, I drive. There was no destination in my mind; I just kept driving; my tears had long since dried, not having the energy go further. I pull into a little service road with the car off. The silence is defining. I did not realize how used to the boys always talking I had gotten.

Climbing into the back of my car, I lay down. Pillowing my jacket under my head, I let the blackness of sleep pull me under. Though my sleep was restless, I could not get more than a couple of minutes of rest. The sun shining in the car's window decided for me that it was time to start moving again. Sitting up, I rub my face trying to wake myself up the best that I can. Climbing back into my car's front seat, I turn the car over and get back out onto the road. I keep heading west following the sun, still with no destination in mind. I only stop when I get hungry or need to use the bathroom. Putting as much distance that I can between the Winchesters and myself. 

Just before nightfall, I find a small little town that has a cheap motel in it. Thanking my stars tonight, I pull into the motel parking lot. I was pulling out the little bag of clothing that I keep in the trunk of my car as a 'just in case kind of thing. The motel was reasonable but also dirty as most cheap motels come. Also, it doesn't look like any redecorating has been done since the eighties. After all the salt lines are laid out, I make my way to the shower. The water is thankfully hot, and I let it relax the muscles of my back. I was washing my body before stepping out of the shower. Towel drying my hair, I quickly re-dress and head out of my motel room. I am running into a small town looking for someplace to get something to eat. The town's dinner was little and '50s themed like much of all the diners I had obtained food over the years. Ordering my meal to go, I quickly make my way back to my hotel room. I eat fast, not even tasting what I was eating, knowing that I need to see what I had left in my car. At this point, I considered what had been left at the Bunker lost, and I needed to know what I needed to replace. The bags I felt had some weapons left in them but not enough to keep hunting for long. But I had left my phone behind in my room. 

Over the next couple of days, I manage to get some money for doing some hustling at the bars. With that money, I got myself some new clothing and a burner phone. By the end of the week, I move to another town. I kept moving like that week after week, hustling money as I went. Three months after leaving the Bunker, sitting in a small bar, I hear the door open. Sitting where I was, I could see the door and those that walked in, but they could not see me. Standing in the doorway are the Winchesters. I wait for them to get to the bar with their backs to me before standing up and making my way out of the bar.

Once back at my motel room, I pack up my things, cleaning up, making it as if I was never there. By the time I am finished, I can hear the Impala's unmistakable sound pulling into the lot. I wait to hear a door close than wait longer to be sure before stepping out of my room. I am quickly making my way over to the car. I set my things in the passenger seat before walking over to the office. Once checked out and everything paid, I make my way back to my car. At the same time, my attention was elsewhere. I failed to notice Sam stepping out of his room. Sam doesn't see who I am until I am standing next to my car with my head down. "Y/N?" I hear Sam say to me as he moves to be standing on the other side of my car.

"Hey, Sammy," I say as I look up to him. Only the Sam that I see is not the same Sam that I left at the Bunker. This Sam looks so tired like he hasn't slept in weeks; the dark rings under his eyes are so dark. He even looks like he has lost weight. His clothing seems to hang on him. "I can't believe it, Y/N. Dean and I have been looking for you." When he mentions Dean, I can't help but cringe back, Remembering Dean saying that he should kill me. "Y/N?" When I hear my name, I look up to Sam. I can see the concern in his eyes. 

 "I can't, Sammy. I'm sorry, I-I have to go." I whisper to him as I pull my car door open. Making a decision quickly, I pull out a piece of paper and write my new number on it for him. 'Don't tell Dean.' I finish off the note before handing it to him. Once in my car, I don't wait to see if Sam reads the message before pulling out of the parking lot. I'm not on the road long before I hear my phone start to ring. Wanting to put more space between us, I don't answer.

I drive for the rest of the day and all through the night. I don't stop until I cross over into Ohio. I stop at the first motel that I come across. Once in my room, I plug in my phone before falling into bed. I am woken up hours later to my phone going off.

Grabbing it off the table, I find that Sam is calling me. "Are you alone?" Are the first words out of my mouth before Sam could even say anything. "Yes." Sam and I talk for hours after that. Mostly it was just me telling Sam that I was okay. That no, I hadn't been hunting. Then he asked what happened the night that I left the Bunker as Dean wouldn't talk about it. So I start from the beginning by telling him everything. The secrets that I had kept from him, why I sold my soul, how I got out of it. What Dean said to me and how it scared me. 

Sam fills me in on everything that had happened since I left. I can't believe what Sam tells me how worried Dean got when he realized that I hadn't returned to the Bunker the next day. After a week, Dean was freaking out, calling everyone that we all knew to see if they had seen me or heard from me. At first, I thought it was because he was trying to follow through with what he had said in my room. Sam said that all he kept saying was that he needs to apologize. 

Sam and I keep talking for weeks after that first phone call. He keeps his promise and doesn't tell Dean about our conversations. But with each chat I have with Sam, I make my way closer to the Bunker. Sam doesn't know this, but I plan on seeing him again in the next couple of weeks. Sending a text to Sam when I get into town, I tell him where I am staying. He doesn't get back to me right away, but when he does, it doesn't take him long to show up at my hotel room. Once my door is open, I am pulled open into a bone-crushing hug. "It's good to see you too, Sam."

"Same to you, Y/N." When Sam pulls away from me, I can get a good look at Sam. He looks so much better than the last time than I saw him. The dark circles are gone, and he seems like he has been eating better. "You look better, Sammy. How's Dean?" What Sam has been telling me about Dean is making me worry.

"It's not good, Y/N. I don't know the last time he slept. I can't get him to stop looking; it's killing me not to tell him that you are okay." Sam sits on the bed in the room with his head in his hands.

"Do you-Do you think that it would help if I went to the bunker?" I whisper to him as I take a seat next to him. This was my plan when I came here, but to hear Sam talking is making me nervous to see him again. It's been six months since I have been back. "Would you?" I can see the hope in his eyes as he lifts his head and looks at me. Shrugging my shoulders, I stand up and hold my hand out to him, pulling him to his feet. "Let's go." I want to get out of the door before I change my mind. It doesn't take long before we are pulling up to the Bunker and making our way inside. Sam stays back, letting me walk in first. The Bunker is quiet, not much noise to be heard, nothing like it was before when I was living here.

"Sam, where did you go?" I hear a yell for the library turning, I look at Sam, and he smiles at me in pushing me to the library. Dean has his back to me when I first see him again. "It's not Sam," I say to him. I can see him freeze before turning slowly to look at me. "Hi, Dean," I say when I can see his face. His face is pale; he looks so tired and underfed. I don't get the chance to get a good look at him before I have an arm full of Dean. For Dean being so much taller than me, he seems so small in my arms. But what makes me the most surprised is when I can feel tears on my neck. I start to walk backward and out of the room, slowly making our way to his room. Dean doesn't seem to realize that we are even moving. He is shaking in my arms but not making any noise either. Once in his room and laying down on his bed, all he keeps mumbling is 'sorry.' I keep whispering soothing words in his ears, hoping to get him to calm down. Slowly he stops shaking, the tears stop falling, and his breathing gets deeper, letting me know that he has fallen asleep. Not long after he is sleeping, so am I. 

I don't know how long we are asleep, but I am woken up to the feeling of a hand on my cheek. Opening my eyes, I find Dean's green ones looking back at me. Looking Dean in the face, he looks better already; the dark marks under his eyes less pronounced his cheeks have color back in them. "You okay?" I ask him as I place my hand over his that is on my face.

"I should be asking you that Y/N," Dean whispers to me, his eyes closing as he says this. "I'm fine, Dean, I promise." I smile at him even though I know that he can't see it. Not knowing what to do, I move his hand off my face; turning my back to him, I sit up. "But I couldn't stay, Dean, not after everything. I-I'm not staying for long. I just thought that I would come and see you and Sammy." I can feel the bed moving behind me as Dean stands from the bed. He moves around the bed and stands in front of me.  Dean is turning on the bedside light before kneeling in front of me. 

"Y/N, I can never tell you how sorry that I am for what I said. I will never admit this outside of this room, but I was afraid. I sold my soul. I know what could have happened to you, and I don't want that for you. You are so beautiful and kind and everything that is good." Dean looks like he wanted to say more, but he doesn't. He takes a deep breath before standing up and turning his back to me. His shoulders fall.

"Dean, I'm sorry. But I couldn't tell you; I didn't know-how. I want to stay here. But I don't think that I can, not after everything. I know that I am better off on my own..." I don't get to finish my sentence before he turns back to face me, grabs my face in both of his hands, and kisses me. It could be barely be called a kiss more of a dry press of his lips against mine. "Please..." I can feel him whisper against my lips. Deciding to throw caution to the wind, I lean up and kiss him. The kiss is rough, all teeth and tongue saying everything that both of us just couldn't put into words. I feel his hands on my ass before he is lifting me up. I warp my legs around his waist as he turns and presses me against the wall.

We kiss for what feels like hours about cant be more than a couple of minutes. "Don't leave me." I hear Dean whisper as he pulls away from this kiss. His head once again resting on my shoulder. I grip tighter to the short hair at the back of his neck before whispering, "There is nowhere that I would rather be."

With my feet back on the floor and the both of us cling to each other, I know that we have a lot that we need to talk about, and my past is one of them, but maybe this really is where I am meant to be.

A/N: Thank you for reading. Please leave a heart and a re-blog. My requests are still open but it might take some time for me to get them out.

[leejihoonownsmyheart]

Over My Head

Summary:

You have a crush on Jihoon, but as a soon-to-debut idol you do your best to avoid him. Even if it seems the whole world wants you to meet him.

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Your chest heaved as you hit your end pose for what felt like the hundredth time. Only for the music to loop once again. You and the rest of your group mates once again fell into your beginning positions, starting the dance that you guys had been slowly running through for the last few hours on repeat with very few breaks.

It wasn’t like it was anything you weren’t used to, and you couldn’t really say that you were tired at all.

But you could tell the others were getting distracted. They wanted to eat or stretch or do anything else, and you knew that you all had plenty of time to perfect the dance before debut.

Your solo hit and as you sang you began to dance over to the speaker system.

“And-” You hit the pause button. “I think that’s it for the day.”

Haerim and Eunbi fell to the floor as soon as the music stopped, Haerim dramatically reaching into the air.

“Oh, thank heavens,” Haerim gasped out dramatically. “I thought for sure that I was going to die if I had to do that breakdown one more time.”

Yoonjun just laughed at the two of them on the floor, resting her elbow on Haebin’s shoulder.

“You’re so dramatic Haerim. You weren’t even doing it before,” she teased. Haerim sat up and pouted at Yoonjun.

“You’re so mean,” she whined. You just laughed at all of them, placing your hands on your hips as they all turned to look at you.

“Get up off the floor now children,” you stated softly. “I think Seventeen should be done with dinner by now so we can finally hit the kitchens.”

Eunbi rolled her eyes at that.

“Uh huh, cause the company says that we can’t eat at the same time as Seventeen?” She asked you. You sent Eunbi a half-amused expression and raised your eyebrows.

“Are you hungry or do you want to get into this debate again?” You asked her. She put her hands in the air.

“Hungry. Definitely hungry.” Right before the merge of Pledis Entertainment and Big Hit Entertainment, you had been established the leader of Pledis’ newest girl group. You guys were a five-member girl group that had already been together for over a year and when the merge occurred you were told that you were going to be disbanded. All the work that you guys had put into being together over the last year was going to be cast aside, and your debut project was just going to be left to memory as if it were never going to happen in the first place.

You were the first to hear about it, and when you found out you just knew that you couldn’t let that happen to you and the other girls.

You walked right into the office of the conjoined management and told them with more confidence then you had ever felt in your life that you were not going to be silenced. That you were not going to be disbanded. That you guys were going to debut. It was going to be the five of you, and that was the only thing that you guys were going to do.

In the end, they hadn’t been able to tell you no.

And your group had been saved.

“What are you going to make today?” Haerim asked. She hooked herself around your arms and peered up at you with wide eyes. You laughed.

“Excuse me, I think that it is Yoonjun’s turn to cook,” you stated back. Yoonjun rolled her eyes.

“It sounds to me like you’re just lazy,” she stated. You scoffed.

“We’re supposed to take turns cooking guys, I’ve cooked every day for the last two weeks,” you argued lightly. Your friends laughed.

“I mean that’s not how I remember it,” Haebin stated. You couldn’t help it. Your nose wrinkled.

“I know that I’m a brilliant cook, but you guys are truly ridiculous,” you stated with a laugh. Eunbi laughed at your words and put her hands on the door to the kitchen.

“Well it is the leader’s job to take care of everyone,” she said teasingly. She pulled the door open, glanced in and then shut the door without another word.

“And you know what? It is also the leader’s job to go through doors first.”

Your eyebrows rose in surprise.

“What?”

Eunbi put her hand on her hips, ignoring all the confused looks she was getting.

“You have to go through the door first,” she stated. “Don’t argue with me. I’m the oldest, I say you go through the door.”

Eunbi was probably the most mature out of everyone in your group. While you were the leader, you tended to be pretty immature and it was easy for you to get carried away by things. As such, the one who was usually giving the most lectures about acting your age always ended up being Eunbi

So, logically, this was the last thing that you were expecting from her. She usually… Thought things through first, kept a calm deamenour. She didn’t tend to slam doors and demand you do random things.

So, instead of asking questions you smiled and rolled your eyes.

“Alright weirdo, I’ll bite.”

You put your hands on the doorknob and hummed under your breath. For some reason you felt like you should be worried about what was behind the door, but you couldn’t really explain the sudden feeling weighing on your heart.

“Come on,” Haerin whined. “I’m hungry.” You rolled your eyes and pulled open the kitchen door.

That was when you realized exactly why Eunbi had slammed the door shut.

Standing in the kitchen were two boys, a tall boy and a shorter one and you recognized them immediately. Your body dropped into a bow and you felt your cheeks turn red as fire.

“Oh! Uh, hello,” you greeted nervously.

“Hello,” Mingyu greeted, his voice calm and cool. “I’m guessing it’s time for the kiddos to take the kitchen huh?”

You stood back to your full height, hiding your hands behind your back.

“Well-”

“See I thought that Eunbi was the eldest of your group, but I see now that she had to send the leader to kick us out of the kitchen because she’s nothing more than a child,” he interrupted you with an amused laugh. At those words Eunbi popped up from over your shoulder, an annoyed smile crossing her lips.

“Shut up Gyu,” she grumbled. “I was just thrown off.”

You shot her your own glare.

“Just thrown off huh? Doesn’t really sound like you grandma,” you grunted. She gave you an innocent smile, and you turned your attention back over to the boys. The other boy in particular.

“I’m sorry we bothered you guys,” you said softly. “We can always come back.”

Your eyes fluttered back over to Mingyu’s and just as you started to turn you were stopped by someone else speaking.

“That’s okay.”

Your heart skipped a beat at the sudden words coming from a mouth that you knew was anyone but the person you had been expecting it from. You tried not to let the color rise to obviously to your cheeks as your eyes wandered back over to the other boy in the kitchen.

Lee Jihoon.

Oh god, Lee Jihoon.

When you had signed with Pledis Entertainment you had promised yourself that you would stay well enough away from the producer. Ever since Seventeen debuted you had been obsessed with him. He was talented and passionate, and his smile brought a smile to your lips every time.

So actually, getting the chance to show your stripes just for a second of his attention, had been all you wanted when auditioning to companies. But getting under his company made you realize something very fast.

You were too shy to actually talk to him. Too embarrassed to tell him that you were literally becoming an idol because of him. And so instead of doing that, you tripped over your feet trying to avoid ever being in a room with him.

And of course, Eunbi knew that. You had told your whole group about your crush on him during the very first night you guys had together.

“Alright kiddos, we’re sleeping together right here,” you insisted, dropping your pillows down to the hard ground. The other girls stared at you with the same dead look on their faces.

“In the dance practice room?”

“Our new home,” you agreed. “And we are going to play truth or date and various other methods so that by the end of this week we are so close that people will think we grew up together.”

In the end the joke had been on you. You had the biggest most exposable secret of all them.

And you were damn lucky that these girls didn’t expose it.

They just teased you for it.

Relentlessly.

“Are you sure? We would hate to impose,” you stated softly. Jihoon laughed.

“Impose?” He asked. “I wouldn’t even know your names if you guys hadn’t posted teasers announcing them.”

You were shocked by his words to the point that you could barely even hold Jihoon’s eyes.

“Ah-”

“Come in, what are you guys cooking up?” He asked you, putting a drink on the counter.

“You’ll have to ask our fearless leader,” Haerin stated brushing into the kitchen without another word. She spun into the room right up next to Mingyu and jumped up on the counter. You rolled your eyes as all the girls walked past you.

“Haerin, stay off the counter,” you mumbled. “And Yoonjun, don’t bother the Seventeen boy’s too much.”

Yoonjun pouted a little.

“I wasn’t going to be mean,” She whined. You ignored her and began to collect a few pans from under the counter. When you rose back up you noted that someone was standing right beside you. You just assumed it was Eunbi.

“Can you grab me the milk from the fridge?” You asked them. Then without turning around you grabbed a pan and began to fill it with water.

You heard Haerin whine your name, and after a short second she wrapped her arms around your waist. Setting her head on your shoulders.

“Whatcha making?”

“Pasta.”

“You always make pasta,” Yoonjun complained softly. You glanced over your shoulder at her.

“Yeah, well if you don’t want pasta, then maybe you should have cooked today.”

You put the pot on the burner and placed a lid on top of it. You watched as someone placed a jug of milk on your counter and you smiled at them brightly. Only for the smile to disappear right from your lips as soon as you made eye contact with the person who had gotten it for you.

Not Eunbi.

“Jihoon!” You blurted nervously. “Oh god, you didn’t have to-”

He gave you a trademark smile, reaching out to set his hand on your arm.

“Relax, I don’t mind helping out. After all, you are the legendary cook of Pledis.”

Your mouth fell open.

“Huh?”

“Your girls are always talking about how good the food you make is. It’s an honor to be in the kitchen at the same time as you,” Jihoon said. You felt stupid to be standing there next to him in the kitchen… But still, you tried to find words to respond.

“I… Uh, I can make you guys some too if you want?” You offered. Mingyu’s eyes lit up from where he was sitting at the counter and he elbowed Eunbi in the side.

“Oh my god yes,” he mumbled. Jihoon looked back at him and Mingyu gestured towards you excitedly. “Yes, say yes to her Jihoon.”

You giggled at Mingyu, covering your mouth with the back of your hand, which made Mingyu smile even brighter.

“Sometimes I have to tell Jihoon what to say, he isn’t good with girls,” Mingyu teased. Jihoon’s face turned a little darker, and it made your face turn a little pink too. “But he’s been really dying to talk to you.”

Jihoon’s eyes widened and he turned towards Mingyu.

“Hey-”

“Seriously, but for some reason it’s like he can never run into you,” he stated. “Sometimes we wonder if you guys are an actual existent group.”

“We do our best not to run into you,” you explained softly.

“Yeah because our fearless leader has a crush on Jihoon,” Eunbi said with a casual hum.

Your eyes widened.

“Eunbi!”

“What? He was going to find out sooner or later,” she stated pointedly. Your face was hot with embarrassment, and you tried to avoid looking at Jihoon the best you could.

“Uh, they’re just-”

“Do you want an extra hand cooking?” Jihoon interrupted you. Your mouth fell open unsurely, and before you could say anything Jihoon looked at the others. “Why don’t you guys hang out in a practice room or something and we’ll call you when dinner is done.”

All the girls looked among one another, smiles crossing their lips. You opened your mouth to protest, but before you could manage to say anything, Mingyu was on his feet.

“You’ve got it, I’m sure we can entertain ourselves just fine.”

He began to usher the girls out of the room, and before you could get a single word out the door was shut behind them, leaving just you and Jihoon in the room alone.

You stared at the closed door as if to imagine that it would suddenly open right back up and your bandmates would come back telling you that this was all some sort of prank.

“The water’s boiling.”

You turned back over your shoulder to look at Jihoon, an embarrassed expression crossing over your face.

“What?” You asked.

“The water is boiling,” Jihoon stated. The corner of his lip twitched up as he looked at you and it made you jump back to action.

“Right! Pasta!”

You knew exactly how to pretend Jihoon wasn’t in this room. When you were cooking it was relatively easy to pretend that you were in a happy place. You just found yourself getting lost in making sure nothing over cooked, and that you were keeping your space clean, and that everything was coming through just fine.

So, you turned your attention to pouring the dry noodles into the boiling water, and when you reached for the milk to start the sauce, you paused.

“Crap, heavy cream,” you mumbled. Jihoon was on top of it before the words had fully left your lips.

“Here,” he mumbled. You took it from him, your fingers brushing against his. You smiled.

“Thanks,” you stated. You turned your attention back to the pan and grabbed a whisk. As you began to cook the sauce, Jihoon hovered over your shoulder. At first you thought maybe he was going to keep quiet and let the surely awkward silence fill the room, but instead, he started to speak.

“So where did you learn to cook?” He asked softly. “That sauce doesn’t really seem like the sort most people would usually make.”

“That’s because it’s not,” you agreed. “It’s Chicken Alfredo.”

You set down your whisk and checked on the boiling noodles, stirring them with a rubber spatula.

“Well, mine has more parmesan cheese in it then you’re supposed to have, but that’s just because I really like parmesan cheese, and no one ever complains.”

Jihoon hummed and watched you quietly as you worked. Honestly, after only a minute you got a little self-conscious. You looked back at him.

“Uh, so, what were you and Mingyu doing in the kitchen anyways?” You asked. Jihoon shrugged looking over his shoulder.

“Hiding out from the others is all,” Jihoon replied with a chuckle. “The kitchen is a good space to just hang out. Even if I’m stuck in it with Mingyu.”

“He’s quite the cook, right? I imagine it would be fun to spend time in the kitchen with him,” you said with a laugh. Jihoon hummed his recognition and then:

“But I’m a better cook.”

You laughed.

“Well, sure if I wanted Ramen,” you agreed teasingly. You started up another pot to cook the chicken and caught Jihoon’s expression of pure offense. You giggled at him and turned your attention back to the pans.

“You don’t have to stay in here with me by the way. I have a handle on this food, and I won’t tell anyone if you leave.”

“And why would I do that?” Jihoon asked. You turned back at him, eyebrows raising in surprise.

“Because you don’t want to be around some weird fangirl who has a crush on you,” you replied. Jihoon rolled his eyes and walked up to you. He placed his hand over yours and took the whisk from your hand. You couldn’t help the small shack that racked through your body at the contact, and it made Jihoon look at you.

“Sorry did I-”

“No! No, I’m just nervous is all,” you mumbled back. You nervously raised your hand up to the back of your neck and looked at him with a shy expression. “I don’t want my first impression to be bad.”

Jihoon snickered at that.

“This isn’t your first impression on me,” he assured. “I’ve watched all your videos online.”

Your eyebrows rose in surprise.

“Wha-”

Again, he found your dumbfounded expression to be quite amusing.

“I mean what kind of group would we be if we didn’t watch what the other groups under our company were doing?” He asked. “And then maybe I got a little carried away by the cute girl who sang a cover of one of my songs.”

Your face reddened once again, and you looked unsurely over at Jihoon.

“Uh-”

“It’s a shame I don’t really see you around more,” he continued. “It would be fun to spend more time with you.”

You had no clue what to say. What did you say to a man who was practically reciting something that had happened in one of your dreams? You ended up pressing your lips together and looked down at the food you were making, your face bright red.

“You probably don’t need any… Distractions,” you murmured. He rolled his eyes at that.

“On the contrary, I would really enjoy the distraction,” Jihoon replied. “Especially if it’s from you.”

You pressed your lips together and tried to hide your face as it grew redder and redder at his words. You were sure he didn’t mean it like that, but you couldn’t tell your running emotions that and have them listen.

“Jihoon-” You started. You turned towards Jihoon again and found him looking at you with an unreadable look on his face. You opened your mouth to say something... Anything sensible but it was hard to come up with anything when he was looking at you like this. So instead you just sucked in a deep breath and looked back down.

“Uh, if you keep talking like this, you’re going to get my hopes up,” you murmured softly. Jihoon chuckled softly and you felt his fingers brushing against your wrist. You were surprised, once again, by his touch but let Jihoon take your wrist. He pulled you closer to him, an action that made you stumble slightly.

Your eyebrows furrowed uncertainly as you looked at him, your hips brushing against his. He smiled at you, seeming to find your uncertainty cute.

“I want you to get your hopes up,” he murmured back. “I, uh, I really like you.”

You blinked at his words, your mouth gaping in a way that surely had to look dumb. Jihoon didn’t seem affected by the expression. He just looked at you fondly.

“I mean, it was kind of hard to realize that, because you are really good at avoiding me... I would see you in passing and think you were really pretty- watch your videos and wish I could be as close to you as you are with your group members. But whenever you’re around...” He trailed off and raised your hand to his chest. You could feel his heart racing beneath the palm of your hand, as your skin brushed his.

“I really like you,” he repeated. You stared at Jihoon dumbly in response, so he dropped your hand to your side. “So if you ever want to distract me. Please do. I want to spend more time with you. I really do.”

Your heart skipped a beat and you swallowed hard. Your whole body was hot from embarrassment and the exhilaration of someone confessing to you that they liked you even in the slightest. You nervously brushed your hands down the side of your pants and tried to stop yourself from smiling like an idiot.

“I-I think the food is done,” you said stumbling over your words. You turned to return to the cooking, but before you could, Jihoon step in front of you.

“Just... One more thing.”

He leaned in close to you, his fingers brushing you just beneath your chin. You sucked in a surprised breath at the action and went to ask him what he was doing, but before you could he had leaned forward, pressing his lips chastely to yours.

It was a very brief kiss. His lips were only on you for a few moments before he pulled away, hiding his own face beneath the palm of his hand, but it was enough to send your racing heart running even faster. You opened your mouth, but you had no clue what to say.

“Okay,” he mumbled. “That was just... So, you know I’m serious.”

You nodded slowly.

“Okay, I’ll come to distract you some time,” you mumbled in awe. He looked at you, eyebrows raised, and this time it was your turn to laugh. “Do I have to kiss you again? Just so you know I am serious?”

Jihoon laughed and shook his head, waving his hands in the air.

“No, no, that’s okay. Let’s, let’s get this food out of here before everyone starts to wonder why we are taking so long,” he suggested.

You nodded, mentioning that you thought it was a good idea, but either way you knew that you would be up all night tonight, listening to your group mates teasing you for finally being able to get the guy.

[b-listbadboy]

Castlevania Season 3 was disappointing

(Spoilers for Castlevania Season 3, if you haven’t seen it yet it’s out now on Netflix. I suggest watching that first before reading this review)

I won’t say it was an awful season by any stretch of the imagination but man was it a drag to get through.

Almost nothing of significance happens for the majority of the season and the things that did happen felt extremely off and weird. 10 episodes, 25 to 30 minutes each, and every single one except for the fucking TWO LAST EPISODES were spent dicking around with a mystery that had little to do with anything from season 2 beyond a really out there twist that I’m sort of iffy on. Top that off with a lackluster arguably stupid ending to leave us off on a needless cliffhanger, and that’s the magic remedy that will leave me feeling pretty damn frustrated.

The best parts, in my opinion, were with Isaac’s massive undead crusade he was waging throughout his journey for revenge, and Trevor and Syph’s interactions with each other as well as with the little villagers. Isaac’s arc going from a servant of Dracula to slowing evolving into the master of the damned felt genuine, intriguing, and badass! I really wish he was the next main villain instead as it makes sense thematically. He carries out Dracula’s nihilistic views of humanity in a similar but now more direct way and that can lead into something really intriguing. However, for some reason, this season left him and his whole journey on a back burner, and virtually everything else that is implemented into main villain role fell flat on its face execution wise.

For example; The new vampires of this season are Camilla’s three other empress sisters, and while they do have a plethora of personality at the very least, that kind of comes at a cost of the main threat being extremely diluted. We go from this hurting sympathetic undead overlord with the power of an anchent GOD, to a couple of wicked sassy sisters who just wanna eat people forever? It’s a bit lame of a progression from what we once had, we know Vampires like to eat people that’s nothing new or exciting. There’s no real twist to it besides it being “led by women in the dark ages” and granted that makes sense here since it IS the dark ages, but come on we literally just had arguably the BEST adaptation of friggin’ Dracula! This shouldn’t be all they got moving forward from that.

Now, I have ZERO issue with the main antagonists being female or even two of the four sisters (not by blood don’t worry) being a lesbian couple. I hate that I have to emphasize this, hell I often defend Cinder Fall in RWBY more than anyone in the fandom at all despite her issues as a complex and sometimes flat out badly written character. However, The four of them in this season have the most basic of plans that it seems arbitrary status quote fluff at best. It felt like just because it’s Castlevania, we HAVE to have the vampires as the villains. Even though in the games the Belmont’s were literally fighting werewolves, dragons, skeletons, and the GRIMM REAPER??

Therefore, the sense of urgency and tense calculating plans of ‘survival vs extinction’ is completely gone. And yknow in a way, I can kinda initially SEE that working in a sort of “Empire Strikes Back” esque plot. Yknow, with Alucard and the gang go around cleaning up Dracula’s leftover horde only for Isaac or even Camilla to have this huge vengeful comeback of dominance? But there’s no one exactly “striking back” or even taking any kind of immediate initiative after Dracula’s death. It’s been MONTHS after the whole event and no one seems like they really care about that world changing event from the last two season’s. Everything is fine and dandy, no one has a single worry in the world! How enthralling...I miss Godbrand 😑

Besides the plan the four empresses have as well as Issac’s revenge, which I hope will both be more explored in season 4, no one really has any goal to warrant THAT kind of length of a season. This is more of a Netflix problem that I have with most of their shows and it’s one of the reasons why I don’t like watching them. Almost every singe show Netflix produces now, feels the need to overstuff itself with needless filler that gets us really nowhere until the very end where it SUDDENLY all comes together. But because of the nature of binge watching and considering how Netflix wants to desperately keep their subscriptions in fear of intimidating competition, they make these shows 12 episodes long with HALF HOUR OR MORE amount of filler content that’s supposed to satisfy us cause it’s “cute”?! No, stop this shit! Granted, Castlevania wasn’t nearly AS bad as the live action shows, but honestly, what exactly was shown to us that couldn’t have been reduced to like 5 solidly paced episodes focused on one or two plot lines ONLY like before? It worked perfectly back then, why change what ain’t broke?

As much as I don’t like the immediate rush of Trevor and Syph’s out of nowhere sexual relationship, I didn’t overall mind it too much since they still somewhat felt consistent. Their characteristics play off very nicely with one another and it’s pretty easy to see the chemistry between the two....HOWEVER I’M STILL GONNA COMPLAIN ABOUT IT SO HERE WE GO!

I get that they were setting them up as an endgame ship of the series, there’s no denying that, but they start fucking for what feels like (to the audience) two days after and I think that’s a bit ridiculous! Even if Alucard states that it’s been at the very least a month worth of time since the events of Season 2, there’s no real physical signs showing that statement to be true. Hell, Trevor’s beard and hair remains the same despite a HUGE passage of time where it would naturally grow out to indicate said time passing by. But both him, Syph, Alucard, and damn near everyone else looks the exact same as last season. So for all I know it could have been like a week since Season 2 and that to me doesn’t feel exactly earned. The Season 2 finale didn’t explicitly leave off Trevor and Syph officially a couple, they felt more like partners in crime more than anything else. Not to say that there wasn’t any chemistry there to develope INTO a relationship GRADUALLY, but going from a little spark of interest to the immediate jump of them sleeping together naked all comfortably as if they’re a goddamn married couple is a STRETCH! Even Trevor himself thinks so too so don’t jump down my throat about not being immediately swooned by the shipping fanservice given to us. I don’t dislike them as a couple at all, in fact I think their dynamic is cute! However, I would have also liked to have this couple feel natural and earned. They most certainly do not feel earned this way, at least to me.

Oh god, then there’s this out of nowhere sexual tension between Alucard and his new two recruits from another region hinted at in the previous season? Mind you, Alucard was doing literally NOTHING throughout the entirety of Season 3. Yep, literally the ONE DUDE WHO BASICALLY KILLED DRACULA gets about fuck all story progression afterwards out of the three. But what they DO give him are these two new vampire hunting student’s who look identical to one another (no racial they just literally look like fraternal twins) so I assumed they were either siblings or a couple, which makes it REALLY WEIRD WHEN THEY BOTH FUCK ALUCARD OUT OF NOWHERE?! I’m NOT making this shit up I promise! What makes even less sense is that it was really just a ploy for them to steal the Belmont knowledge of killing vampires to show to their people who have been enslaved. Which of course ends with them being killed so it really makes this entire conflict in his character damn near pointless besides “sad vibes check”, but here’s the thing...why didn’t they just keep doing training with Alucard?? There were virtually no downsides to having him teach you how to kill Vampires to save your village from being enslaved, he was teaching you both very well and gave you like the eternal knowledge of how to kill literally EVERY MONSTER and even let you live in the castle FOR FREE, food and wine included! What was the turning point for them to want to kill him all of the sudden? Cause he’s a vampire?? THEY FUCKING KNEW THAT ALREADY!!! Why was is suddenly not a problem at first but then coincidentally a problem now? If they wanted to use this to somehow depict this notion of “Oh my dad/Dracula was right humans are the worst” mindset, trust me, it was better conveyed with Isaac. These twins side plot not only made no sense, but also felt unjustified for Alucard to be an emo boi. I get that it’s supposed to be symbolic of him going through the same issues that both of his parents went through, but none of that really showed how bad human’s are. Just that those two twins didn’t think things through apparently. So the point of Alucard having this odd character convenience shift feels by the numbers cliché, and most importantly CHEAP.

It really makes no sense to me why they’re adding so much of this filler for such a long time, especially with some of this filler being oddly sexual. I don’t mind honest depiction of sex between consenting adults of course, but it just felt so misplaced and awkward at parts where it showed itself. I felt like I was reading a mediocre fanfic of Castlevania instead of the actual show itself! Granted, Season 2 had somewhat of a similar dilemma but the lull in between was still showing the character specifically doing things to further the story along. Towards the end, it gave us a way more satisfactory closure of that saga with Dracula that felt natural and well earned. This season however, felt like they were scrambling with different ideas here and there and didn’t know which to go with. Alucard training new recruits in his castle, Trevor and Syph figuring out an estranged (and BORING/GENERIC) cult of Dracula’s plan, Camilla setting up an army with her fellow sisterhood of evil vampires to gain ultimate power, Hector surviving captivity by using his wit and charm, Isaac raising up the dead for revenge on his deceased master, a new character introducing an all new world to the lore of Castlevania as we know it, all of these interesting concepts and ideas that could easily make up for a good season alone! And instead of focusing on one or two ideas to develope into something natural, they ended up saying “FUCK IT! Fucking I dunno what to- WE’RE DOING ALL OF IT I DUNNO!” and mixed the whole thing in a blender of different flavors that don’t necessarily blend together well enough for a tasty satisfactory meal. It just ends up being a mesh of okay at best, and gross at worst.

IN CONCLUSION, Castlevania Season 3 had a rocky start, an okay middle, and a kind of cool end. There was definitely some cool and exciting ideas implemented in here, but not enough to warrant that lengthy amount of time that Netflix seems to love to give to most of their TV shows. Sometimes less is more, and all that shiny cool glitter isn’t necessarily going to turn out to be gold. I’ll give this season a 5/10. It’s not the worst I’ve ever seen but it certainly could’ve been a lot better.

P.S. “Who Do Ya Voodoo” from Dead Island is Isaac’s new theme song, you can’t convince me otherwise.

[acrobaticcatfeline]

The Fear of the Dragonwitch (Triplets Rolorem AU) Chapter 2!!!

Word Count: 2738

TW: Remus, vague mentions of deceit, swearing, arguing, anxiety, self deprecation, that’s it I think, lmk if I missed anything!!!

Notes: Ok so we have a second chapter!!! First chapter here! I have a whole plot line planned out for this fic y’all don’t understand. This chapter is just family dynamics, but next chapter should have more interaction with the other characters. Hopefully I get to a bit of Logan centric things soon but who knows, I certainly don’t! I hope you like it, I really do!

Pairings: Vivian x Mimi (OCxOC), pining demus possibly more in the future!

Summary: “wait you can sing?” roman was just trying to tell his family about this lifechanging event, and no one is taking his concerns seriously! though, maybe a bit of confidence and encouragement from the right people might sooth his anxieties enough for him to actually be excited instead of dreading what was going to happen tomorrow.

“wait you can sing?”

While it was an expected outcome, Roman was in fact rather upset at how quickly his brother had brushed off the important part of his confession. yes, in fact, he can sing but that’s not the point! The point was that he was now being thrown headfirst into a leading role in a musical in front of way more people than he was comfortable with and he was expected to sing and dance as well? While he was catastrophizing Logan pulled up to the curb, stopping to let them get in the car. Unfortunately, while Roman was ready to just drop it and move on, Remus had other plans. As they strapped into the car Remus kept running his mouth.

“seriously though, I've literally never heard you sing how can you be lead role worthy when you’ve never sung in your life? I mean like congrats I guess but like, I dunno if your teachers all that-”

“Remus if I had brought this up so you could tell me how unqualified and bad I was in general I would have asked this morning. I mentioned it because I'm terrified of doing any of this and I can’t let down my teacher. Yes, I can sing, I do it often you just never pay attention to anything in the world other than your stupid bubble. I should have known better than to talk to you about this, of course this is how you'd respond.”

“what's this about?”

Oh yeah, Logan was there too. Well he should probably know too-

“Roman randomly sung in his drama class and got chosen to play the leading role in the schools musical for this quarter.”

Well then. Guess he didn’t need to explain himself. He turned around in his seat, giving a look of ‘what the fuck???’ towards Remus before settling again, ready to be interrogated. However, Logan simply smiled.

“so, your friends absolutely hate you for singing huh?”

“no… shut up!!!”

“hey, congrats ro. You deserve it.”

“no??? no I don’t???? Logan you don’t understand I didn’t even audition!!! He just gave me the part!!! Like firstly that’s unfair to the rest of the kids who actually want parts, and secondly, I don’t want the part?????? This isn’t a ‘congrats!’ occasion!!! This is an ‘oh shit you just got roped into complete life ruining changes because you're an anxious mess who is too afraid to disappoint your teacher’!!!”

“one is easy, the auditions were last week. He already heard all the other options and decided you were the best. You should feel good about that Ro. Two, also simple. I know how much of your free time you spend wishing you could be the one on stage, I see you humming and swaying around the house restraining yourself, you want to do this, you're just scared.”

“…”

“third, change isn’t going to ruin your life. he's not changing your classes, he's not taking you off the tech crew, not much is actually changing. You're using your teacher as extra justification to do something you’ve been dreaming of. You’ve let your anxiety blind you from knowing what you really want. You can’t let it control every aspect of your life.”

“… stop being ‘wise beyond your years’ with me its uncalled for and I'm feeling attacked.”

“listen what do you want from me, I have the knowledge what else am I supposed to do with it at this point?”

“stupid jerk prodigy brother… you stole all the brains from us I can promise.”

“I was by far the smallest of us, I did not absorb your brains.”

“pics or it didn’t happen.”

“insufferable”

 As soon as they were home things flipped on their head. Remus had a call and suddenly he was having a breakdown. He wouldn’t even tell anyone what had happened he was just pacing back and forth with wide eyes filled with tears. He was half delirious and Logan was trying and failing to reason with him.

Re, you're walking a hole in the floor you need to calm down. I know you're having an anxiety attack but-”

“IM NOT HAVING AN ANXIETY ATTACK!!!”

“Remus stop yelling-”

“NO, YOU SHUT UP!!! IM NOT ROMAN I DON’T HAVE ANXIETY IM NOT EVEN STRESSED SEE I AM FINE JUST LEAVE ME BE!!! YOU HAVE THE WRONG BROTHER”

Roman and Logan sat in stunned silence as Remus ran off to his room. Roman gave Logan a look and Logan straightened his back and shook his head trying to be composed, though his steadily shaking hands sold him out. He turned away from where Remus had previously been standing and looked back at Roman, moving his offending hands behind his back.

“well it seems like he refuses to be reasoned with. I suppose we have to wait for mother to get home to fix whatever is bothering him.”

“its not your fault lo.”

“… yes. I- of course I know that why would you think I thought otherwise. It was clearly whatever stressor acting on him and not my involvement. I know that. Of course. It’s the only logical conclusion.”

And almost right after their mom walked in the door. She held a large satchel thrown crossbody and her hair was slicked back held in place with a little hairspray and a bunch of bobby pins. It was styled in a neat bun with her bangs framing her face perfectly. She had small black glasses and little silver earrings and had a simple matte red lipstick perfectly in place. She was wearing a light blue button up shirt and a black blazer with matching dress pants and flats. She looked perfectly put together as she tossed off her shoes and threw her bag onto the couch. She smiled at her kids and finally let herself slouch and look a little more like the mess she felt like.

“hi kids, how was school today?”

Roman shot a look at Logan before answering.

“well, um there was a lot, and though I want to tell you, Remus had a meltdown and we need help to get him back. Logan tried but he wouldn’t listen.”

“oh, geez ok um, Lo could you please grab my computer from my car? I have to finish something up later, and Ro could you pop the clam chowder on the stove? It was gonna go with dinner, but I know how much Rem loves it. Besides there should be plenty of the French mac that Mimi makes to feed us tonight. I’ll go work things out with him.”

 “hey kiddo? Can I come in?”

Vivian Royale had a knack for pulling her kids out of their heads enough to actually fix problems, but her son Remus was usually rather self sufficient in that regard, while Logan and Roman both had anxiety and Roman had the rest stacked on top, Remus was rather neurotypical and usually had less issues that required her intervention. That was, until high school hit. His mental health took a rapid hit as soon as he had started high school, and no one quite knew what happened. She knocked on his door, waiting for his answer before stepping in.

“hey bud. What's wrong? I heard you had a bit of an outburst. Can you tell me what happened?”

Remus sat on his bed, a green octopus comforter laid on the bed and his Cthulhu plushie was in his grip. He hid his face in the toy as he mumbled something into it.

“Hun I'm gonna need you to speak up ok? We can’t fix anything if I don’t know what's wrong.”

“it’s dumb.”

“obviously its not to you. If it was it wouldn’t have affected you enough to cause you to yell at your brothers.”

“… I just- it’s so dumb I don’t wanna say it!”

“you're safe here Rem.”

“my friend got asked out by this lame dude in our class. And- and I think I have a crush on him. My friend I mean! And- and I don’t know what I'm supposed to do, I can’t tell him, what if he hates me? I just. I don’t know how to feel I just know it sucks.”

Vivian set a gentle hand on her sons’ shoulder and gave him a soft smile. She took his hand and gave it a squeeze.

“I understand Rem. That’s sort of how it felt when I realized I liked Mimi. I've known Mimi since we were kids and it wasn’t until after me and your dad broke up that I realized that I loved her. We were in our twenties and I had three newborns and my best friend jumped headfirst into that without hesitation. Is he actually going on the date?”

“no. he's not his type, I guess. That’s what he said at least.”

“then ask him out! He's not interested in them, and he called you to tell you. You obviously matter to each other, even if he doesn’t like you back, I don’t think it would change anything. Just go for it, what's the worst that could happen?”

“…you're right. I-I guess I’ll talk to him later.”

“atta boy!!! Now come on, Roman has clam chowder on the burner and Mimi should be home soon!”

 The four of them sat down at the dining table eating and Logan and Remus recounted their day to their mom, Roman staying quiet for the time being, only wanting to say his announcement once. It was 15 minutes before Mimi got home in her fancy outfit. Her red hair was everywhere, curled and messy and absolutely her. She wore a black dress that had a cat head shape on it, with a pink bow at her waist and where the cats head didn’t cover was a see-through mesh. She had a light pink tank top under it and had a pink and white jacket about 2 sizes too big for her on around her shoulders. Her shoes were shiny pink stilettos that made a pretty click clack noise as she walked. She held a pretty black purse and she had little unicorn earrings that looked adorable with her pink lipstick and black to pink cat eye. She set her bag down on the table next to the door and slipped out of her shoes neatly setting them next to the door before slipping over to the table where everyone was sitting. She ruffled Roman and Remus’ hair before giving a big smile to them all.

“how are my boys doin? I see Viv pulled out the chowder, I hope everything is good!”

“I'm really gay!”

“me too Hun, what's new?”

They all let out a fit of giggles. Mimi went to serve herself a bowl of soup and Logan and Remus repeated their day back to her. When they had finished and Roman still hadn’t spoken, she leaned on her arm with a gentle smile and encouraged him to speak. He nodded and cleared his throat.

“um… it was pretty average all around, but this morning Mr. Sanders heard me singing and um, well he uh,”

Logan gave his hand a small squeeze from under the table. He swallowed and finally finished.

“he cast me as the lead in our coming musical.”

Mimi and his mom stopped mid bite of soup, staring at him intently and he wanted to melt through the floor. They swallowed their mouthfuls and looked at each other before turning back to him with wide smiles. Suddenly Logan and Roman clasped their hands over their ears as the two started squealing at the top of their lungs, Mimi jumping out of her seat, jumping up and down. when they finally stopped screaming, Mimi was still bouncing and had Vivian’s hand in hers.

“oh my god Roman!!! Our baby boy oh I'm so so proud of you!!!!!”

“Roman sweetheart, that’s incredible!!! Wait, but weren’t auditions last week?”

“yeah, um, he just had me sing and dance again and he gave me the part.”

“Roman that’s incredible!!!!!!!!! Oh, I knew it!!! Didn’t I tell you Vivi? Didn’t I tell you that Ro was gonna be an incredible performer? I remember, I remember when I first saw him when he was an itty-bitty peanut that I told you he was gonna be a star in the showbiz!!! Oh, he's our little star oh I'm so proud!!!!!!”

“yes, babe I remember, calm down you are going to make him explode! Roman I really am so proud of you honey.”

“oh, oh oh!!! Roman you should sing for us!!! You always stop singing whenever either of us enter the room, I want to hear you sing!!! If you're ok of course, no pressure”

Roman’s face was the shade of an apple. His stepmom was always over the top with support, but this was more than he expected. He was about to nod when he heard Logan make a confused noise.

“am I really the only person who has heard him sing? He never stops singing its like his default mode! He's always making music whether through his fidgets or humming or singing, I don’t know how you guys have missed it!”

“I mean, I do my best to keep people from hearing me but you're sorta the exception. You're calm and you won’t like, smother me.”

“… well then. I also vote for a song.”

“hold on, lets get dinner ready first and then we can fully focus on him”

 They had sat down with their plates and Roman was playing with his ring to keep him calm as 4 pairs of eyes stared at him waiting to hear him sing. Logan gave him a small smile and that was enough to help him start.

As the smile fell from your face, I fell with it Our faces blue There's a heart stain on the carpet I left it, I left it with you Yeah, the truth is that I'm sorry Though I told you not to worry I'm just some dumb kid Trying to kid myself That I got my shit together So go, get to runnin', won't you hurry? While it's light out, while it's early Before I start to miss any part of this And change my mind, whatever

Logan’s smile widened as he recognized the song. Remus mom and Mimi sat still, with looks of… awe? He was too nervous to analyze their expressions while he was singing. He continued on.

I say I wanna settle down Build your hopes up like a tower I'm giving you the run around I'm just a lost boy Not ready to be found Not ready to be found I'm just a lost boy Not ready to be found

He let his eyes close and his body sway to the song playing along in his head. He didn’t see the looks his moms gave each other, he didn’t see Remus shove Logan with a jealous look screaming that he was bitter he hadn’t heard him sooner. He was absorbed in the song.

I don't care much for locks on the window To keep me at bay I'll leave you one last kiss on your pillow Before I fly away Yeah we knew from the beginning That this wasn't never ending Shouldn't stay too long Cause we're both too young To give into forever

So what are you waiting for? Cause someone could love you more I'm just a lost boy, lost boy So what are you waiting for? Cause someone could love you more I'm just a lost boy, lost boy So what are you waiting for? Cause someone could love you more I'm just a lost boy, lost boy So what are you waiting for? Cause someone could love you more I'm just a lost boy, lost boy

Roman quickly finished the song and hesitantly opened his eyes. The amazed faces that they all had completely floored him. Mimi got out of her seat and surrounded him in a hug, which was objectively adorable due to her barely reaching his collarbone. Remus had an odd look on his face with a mixture of awe and curiosity. Mom sat with a wide grin on her face that matched Logan’s. He felt happy and at ease and calm. And he felt much better about his new part in the musical seeing his family filled with some interesting type of pride.

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I think something people find hard to deal with when it comes to borderline personality disorder is it literally affects ALL emotional states. Not just mania and severe depression but trust love paranoia anger anguish etc etc it affects everything and unlike most people who can stay in charge of their emotions most of the time or at least damage control most of us with BPD can't the difference is physiogically we actually feel emotions more intensely and we feel these emotions for longer so it's really hard to explain to someone why the smallest thing sets us into suciidal idealisation but to us it's a really big deal because our emotions are unstable and unregulated and it takes a lot of therapy and work that often times isn't even offered to us because alot of people are skeptical of the disorder and even then it's not something that will ever go away like an addict we will always have to be on guard of our emotions we can't even. Let ourselves just be happy because so often a normal event like for me Xmas time can trigger manic episodes and this then causes me to drink and spend excessively and to not sleep and to be super unstable and you think well hey just learn to control it but the issue is it's not a slow burner for me one minute I'm depressed and suicidal an hour later I'm triggered into severe mania and it will last the whole weekend leading up to Xmas sometimes a whole week before Xmas you know ? And it just happens like the flick of a switch and that's really hard to prepare for because in other conditions for example I have bipolar it's usually a slow burner and I can pre-empt and even figure out my cycles for example I used to be mixed affective in the new year and manic over Easter and this happened every year for 3 years before I was officially diagnosed so I kinda knew also it was never as intense I felt depressed and sad and cried I felt manic and happy and drank but BPD is on a whole other level what I felt with BPD was even more intense and more unstable because of its unpredictability than the bipolar ever was .

That's the problem . People hear bipolar and think damn that's awful people hear borderline personality disorder and think eh it's nothing she's just melodramatic because it can appear that we are divas because we get triggered by the littlest of things but that's how it is and I've been told multiple times by professionals I will just grow out of it . But honestly that idea is so toxic that it just simply goes away forever and I've been told medication won't help and the only therapy they offer includes the first half focusing on mindfulness which actually can make someone with BPD more suicidal and this group therapy isn't even specific to those with BPD it's one therapy fits all and that's toxic logic . So my mum might end up paying for therapy for me because I can't afford it.

But so many therapists and doctors aren't even educated well enough on borderline personality disorder or are critics of it so even in the professionals eyes their is stigma attached to having this diagnosis .

And there in lies the problem.

This disorder has made me attempt suicide 3 time and self harm more times than I can count.

I did everything from cutting to burning to hitting myself with heavy objects to scratching my legs to pieces .

And yet it's still not seen as serious or taken seriously or even diagnosed correctly by professionals.

And this stigma NEEDS to stop.

BPD is a dangerous disorder and often gets the person suffering it engaging in self destructive behaviours from self harm to full blown eating disorders to suicide attempts to drug and substance abuse this illness comes with deadly consequences because it leads to wreckless impulsive behaviours.

And just remember this next time we are intensely scared of abandonment and because of this we may lash out at loved ones and friends but it comes out of a place of fear and instead of dismissing us you should try to talk to us get us to communicate these fears as to better understand what may seem as histrionic diva behaviours. And then we can work on our behaviours to further better our trust issues and fears of abandonment !

For example I now express these fears with my partner and tell him directly I need you to cuddle me reassure me even if you've done it a million times today I just need to hear you say it again. And yes sometimes he gets frustrated with me because there's only so many times someone can reassure you in a day. But also this has helped me grow. Even without therapy anymore I tried the therapy offered and the mindfulness made me feel awful also I wasn't actually allowed to talk about any of my issues because it would or could trigger others in the group so it was a pile of shit.

But I've grown over time too from reading and listening to others with BPD and their experiences with partners and how they handle it . And the biggest thing was on YouTube video I found one day where she said communication was everything and how you've gotta explain the thought process behind your beliefs and actions because to an outsider even a loved one our thoughts are hard to decode even to ourselves sometimes it's hard to understand the underlying issue causing the meltdown. And also she is the one that said sometimes you have to be direct and say exactly what you need down to every last detail because yes you have to learn to handle things on your own sometimes but this idea that we cannot ever be dependent on a good support system is bullshit people with disorders and especially BPD NEED an excellent support system in which they can express their feelings and feel validated and understood and have a place they can be themselves because one of the root causes of BPD is when in childhood said child is not allowed to express emotions and if they do they are invalidated or ignored or told off for showing them.

As well as other abuses causing BPD .

So when we get older we have all these maladaptive coping mechanisms like self harm because we've been told our emotions our pain isn't real or isn't valid and causing visible pain on the form of cuts and scars and bruises or even in the form of an eating disorder almost validates to ourselves that this pain was and is real and it does matter .

And that's why self harm is a criteria for BPD.

And it's so hard because so often because of our past we now over react to little situations minor arguments with tears and fears of abandonment and this leads people to think we are a drama queen and over reacting for attention or faking it for attention but in our minds our fears and thoughts of Self harm and suicide are very very real. Because we have little handle on our emotions . Or our impulsive dangerous thoughts . So as a child we are invalidated and then when we develop BPD we are once again invalidated and this time viewed as inauthentic or over reacting drama queens for attention which then leads us to fall deeper into our pit of despair because no one understands our maladaptive coping mechanisms.

They see our bpd behaviours but don't understand the reasons why and instead of saying oh it's because she's mentally ill and has a personality disorder it's criticised as even being a disorder and is instead a young adult playing up for attention or spoilt brat syndrome and that it's something we will simply grow out of as if it's a phase rather than something that has been built out of years of invalidation and abuse and was our only way of coping and now we've lost all control of our emotional state and the issue with personality disorders is people are like don't let your mental illness define you but with a personality disorder especially one like borderline personality disorder which affects everything you think or do or feel it's very very hard because from a young teen or pre teen where we develop personality traits we have developed this disorder that literally molds and shapes our personality and what it means to be us and whilst you can change to an extent and try to overcome this it's very very hard to entirely leave it behind and yes whilst I have my own unique traits and styles of dressing and jokes and humour that you could argue make up my personality it doesn't take long to put two people with BPD in a room and see the striking similar personality traits that make us these maladaptive beings due to our past.

Whether people want to agree or not our emotions in this case are not always in our control and we aren't acting out on purpose or for attention it's usually out of fear or intense emotional pain and quite often it feels as though someone else is controlling our emotional responses quite often people with BPD have identity crises because when they are diagnosed and educated on BPD it becomes very aware that our emotions and traits are not always ours but the disorders and you find yourself questioning who am I without my disorder like I know who I would be without my bipolar but I honestly can't say I'm at the point yet where I'd say I know who I would be without bpd because for so long it's all I've known from my childhood to young adulthood I've never known anything different about myself and where does my real personality start and my disorder end because my disorder whether I like it or not does affect me fundamentally as who I am how I behave what I do and where I go and the jobs I hold etc etc and my realtionships with those around me more so than most other disorders because as it says in the name it's a personality disorder and that is why it's so hard to diagnose because the symptoms and criteria in the diagnostic manual psychiatrists use just lists mostly a list of personality traits BUT these traits are all normal traits healthy people could have as my psychology professor taught me but it's up to the professional to judge if you experience them to a higher degree than others and certain traits together then it's a personality disorder this is also why self diagnosis is extremely dangerous because you could look at the criteria for BPD and say that fits my personality but you don't know if you experience these personality traits so severely that you'd be considered as having BPD I got my bipolar diagnosis super quick but it took at least 6months maybe a year even before I was diagnosed with borderline personality disorder!

This disorder has one of the higher sucide rates and this is for good reason because having BPD often brings its friends in the form of addictions and dangerous impulsive risky behaviours .

And yet no one takes it seriously we don't have documentaries about it compared to bipolar or schizophrenia or anorexia no one talks about the deadly killer that is borderline personality disorder and that needs to change !

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[explosively-psycho-a]

((Last Fic in the house hunt. It took way longer than I wanted. I crashed creatively halfway through this whole project. But it’s done, this is their place. This is where they will spend their weekends, where I’ll be hosting some threads, and where they can go as a couple. 

I wanna thank @crxckedxce and @moonsmultimuse for allowing me to write their muses during this project and event. Here’s one easter egg, I wrote myself as their landlady. I didn’t lie about myself at all. I think I gave myself a rather cool quirk.

Enjoy!))

Toshi turned the car off at the next place, he needed a break. This was the fifth place of the evening and he wasn’t the best shape anymore to go on these long drives. The last house had been rather taxing for them all and the back seat had fallen eerily silent for the last bit of distance. The outrage the pair felt most likely gone and faded away like a bad headache. Sunken in eyes cast back over the seat to check, finding the pair in silence for sure.

Blonde hair tucked under the chin of the other man as fingers sat laced together in the middle of them. Toshi cleared his throat, causing crimson eyes as well as mismatched eyes to look up. Both pairs looked a little red and puffy. The old retired man smile, “We’re here...last place. Looks…”

He looked out the car window, seeing a small glowing window aside a newly painted front door with a small step in. Aside the door was small flowering pots of soft pink-white flowers with crinkled petals. The small mailbox at the front of the door opened at the top with a roll of paper sticking out, the local paper.

“Sweet. Sweet and peaceful.” He finished at last as he glanced back once again. The two in the back moved to look out as well, seeing the small flowers and silent door. Whispers came and went from them. Toshi couldn’t help but know the feeling of the knot in their guts from the last place.

Doors opened and the two filed out, hands laced together tightly with a new resolve. Don’t go in if the landlords didn’t like this fact first. There was no point going in with the wrong idea, get it out in the open right off the bat. Toshi took in a breath seeing them, Shoto stepping in front and taking a lead...walking with shoulders set, a protective stance to the blonde behind him. He’d really come into his own lately as a hero, looking to put himself out there for others...to take the brunt of the world’s force, for good or ill.

And here’s where things seemed strange to the older man, the blonde...Bakugo, normally so headstrong, so full of fire, and so willing to charge right in palms blazing...was taking the back seat to the young man in front of him leading him softly by the hand. His bottom lip caught between his teeth as he was tugged along, brows knitted up and shoulders stiff. His free hand balled into a fist at his side.

Long legs didn’t take long to catch up once the button was pressed and the car beeped. He caught up just as Sho raised a hand to tap knuckles against the door and wait, Katsuki still at his back and chewing on that bottom lip. He was done for the day after this...even if this place didn’t work out.

“Second!!” A voice filtered from behind the closed door and someone seemed to stumble and curse till the door was yanked open. “Hi there, hahaha. Sorry sorry, please come in, come in.”

At the door was a short little chubby woman with wavy brown hair...who was very out of breath. She motioned them in all the same, nearly tripping over the step inside the place as well. She cursed again, glaring at the little step before smiling at the three that came inside. “Forgive the little mess, I wanted to make the place a little...more comforting? I was almost late really and  just…”

“Is that Soba?”

He paused looking to where the mismatched man pointed. Indeed on the table was a small bowl of store bought ready to eat soba along with a few other containers. The woman smiled and leaned back on her feet to breath in deep. “YUP! Why, want some? You can have it. I know it would make you feel better.”

“That’s rather kind of you, miss. But that wouldn’t be all that becomin’ of my stud--”

“It’s okay, it’s okay. He can have it. It will make him feel better. I bought it for that.”

“Bought it...for...that?”

“My quirk told me to get it. You see, I can see the mood auras of people that are coming to visit me. You three are rather...umm, pissed? Or Melancholy, that the damn word for it. Fuck if I know.”

Three sets of eyes met and look at each other. “That’s rather...interesting.”

“You think so, I hate people normally. Refuse to work with the public. Nothing like trying to help people and seeing the exact second someone is done with your shit. ANYWAY, who’s hungry or do you wanna see the place?”

Bakugo couldn’t really hold it in, he snorted. She was blunt. He was bringing a hand up to his face to cover the growing smile as he tapped his hand against his hip...Sho’s hand still wrapped in his own. He snorted again watching the woman wave her hands in at them, fingers fanned out as if to draw an answer from them. “...Yeah, uhh, let’s see the place first unless this mess can’t be reheated.”

“It can be reheated! It’ll just taste like rubber.” But she was game to let them see the little apartment first. Motioning to the room they were standing in. “This is the main living space that’s NOT a bedroom. Small entrance way with a shoe cabinet, shelf and doorbell with a screen. I installed that myself…”

He motioned with one arm to the door just to the left along the wall, “Toilet, next door is the shower room with sink and washer. No tub, sorry. And along the wall behind you...if you look with your eyes is the kitchen. Not a full kitchen, there’s no fish stove. Three burners and full sink. Enough counter space for rice cooker and mini oven. There is a full-size fridge, it’s about a year old.”

With that explained she turned, waving a hand again for the three to follow as she pulled open the only door left in the place. “Bedroom, enough room for a decent size bed for a couple. Window facing the back street and it does open...but I don’t have a screen on it yet. Use it like a fire escape or something.”

Inside was a desk with a single wooden chair, a wardrobe and a small wall mounted AC unit. “Warning, the AC is rather loud. I kicked it once and it stopped for like...an hour but…”

Again the blonde as Sho’s side had to hold back something. The small woman could only sigh, “Glad I’m amusing. Well, that’s all of it. The whole place, it’s not big at all but perfect for a couple kids and a…uhh…”

“Teacher. It’s complicated. These are a pair of my students, yes, but they are different.”

“They are dating, I get that.”

All three men froze on the spot. All three waiting for the worst, waiting for the ‘get out, you’re not welcome’ after the last place. But they got nothing, nothing they were expecting. Just for the small chubby woman to push politely past the old retired hero and start unpacking shopping bags on the table. The table that was to come with the place. Each item set between four table settings.

“Best friends don’t hold hands like that or have connected mood auras like that. You might see a small bit of bleed between people like that, or even twins but...lovers? They are like a set, two colors mixing in the middle to create one smooth circle. I knew the second I opened the door.”

Sho let his guard down, feeling his shoulder slack and the grip he held on the other man’s hand going looser. The hold becoming more casual than protective. It felt like the ball of worry and ready anger just passed...like he’d finally swallowed a weighted lump in his throat. At last, he wanted that soba on the table for real...and not for politeness sake.

It was a little strange, sharing a store-bought dinner with some stranger that you were looking at the house of to rent. But the longer they hung out, the longer they talked and asked questions the more they felt at home. At some point, Toshi had excused himself to check out the toilet and shower room. He came back with a small thumbs up and a smile. The new landlady had pulled out a small tube like object connected to a box...a vape, and started to blow sweet smelling mist after their smell meal.

“Seems you three are happy enough with the place. I wanna talk price for this rental agreement. I know I listed one on the site but that was a little high just to run away the riff-raff. Call me picky or whatever, I don’t want just anyone living under my roof.”

“Completely understandable. So the price too low or?”

“Too high, for high school kids, I’m willing to come down some just to give them some room to grow. Even if they have part-time jobs or something, they are gonna be living on pocket change.”

The idea of a discount without real cause made Sho sit forward, nearly opening his mouth to protest. But a large hand came up to hush any protest as the old man smiled and nodded. “You’re a reasonable woman, they are just kids even at this age. I’m sure we can all work something out that works.”

“Ha..ha...you call me reasonable now, you just wait. That might change, I’m no hero. Never had the mind to be one...We’ll work something out. Just keep in mind one thing, don’t lie to me. I can see it, literally.”

***

Toshi had tried to talk the pair out of signing anything before they had a chance to sleep on it, but Bakugo wasn’t having it. He’d liked the place, had sat silently during dinner and thought it over. All the while holding Sho’s hand still under the table. He wanted the place, he wanted to move in that night, he swore he was ready.

It didn’t help that the new landlady seemed really good at ruffling the right feathers here and there on all three to get pen to paper. The old mind gave out after seeing the smile that came to the younger pair’s faces after things were set in stone. Nor could he fight his own set of butterflies as one of the pair let out an almost inhuman noise the moment they were out the door. Watching as arm circled each other and both men were pressing faces together in contained joy.

They did it, their first steps out. Their first place, their first real home. Something they had, just them. The drive home was filled with chatter and warm giggles. Full of ‘what if’s and ‘can we do’ this or that questions.

“I can’t say what you can and can’t do, young men. This is your place. You make all those choices now.”

“Holy fuck....it...it really is!”

“Gorgeous.”

“IT’S OURS, SHO! OURS!!”

[khiphop-discussions]

Off Topic Rant

I LIKE my roommates, don't get me wrong. But the 2 who always leave the MOST shit around and make the biggest messes are always whining about chores in the group chat and it's like *insert "Oh I see. You think this has nothing to do with you" GIF here*

Like shut the fuck up and make sure there isn't a sink and counter full of YOUR dishes, make sure the stove top that YALL always leave dirty as hell is clean (bruh, even if they drop HUGE things they leave it. I'm not talking about some salt or a grease spatter from bacon. Like they'll be like rice, cheese and other substances, and like lettuce in the stove top burners!), make sure the counters are clean (again they'll do big spills and leave it), make sure YOUR trash bags are out, make sure YOUR shit is out of the fridge, did YOU sweep the floor this week?

I knows it's mostly them too because 1 roommate (despite being messy as hell) just isn't here enough to generate that much mess (also a major pet peeve of hers is that she likes pots/pans to be cleaned after use so I KNOW she does that), another is a clean freak and she has cleaned the WHOLE kitchen 2 or 3 times (meaning she did MULTIPLE people's chores, including mine) as well as scrubbed walls with magic erasers the first day she got here, I clean up all my shit as I use it and barely keep anything in the fridge, and then the other roommate is relatively clean and I know that because she rooms with the clean freak with NO problems. So at the end of the day that leaves TWO people and it's the ones who whine the most about how much chores they do. NEWSFLASH: The reason why is that you're cleaning up after YOURSELF! But you think it's others shit.

I have a feeling they think it’s me and the girl who rooms with the clean freak (calling her this instead of using her name not to be pejorative) though. Like yeah, she left stuff in the sink but it really doesn’t compare to all the stuff y’all leave around. And again, I clean ALL of my shit AS I use it. My dishes, my cooking utensils, the counters if I drop something, even the stuff that I left on on the stove (grease spatters cause on the rare occasions I DO cook it tend to be fried thing). 

I believe that because literally a roommate just left a group chat message and it’s like “Friendly reminder but please clean before you leave. I don’t wanna get stuck putting away dishes (clean freak’s roomie chore), taking out trash(my chore), and (whatever the fuck chore she has) before I leave tomorrow! Have a nice spring break!’ Like girl....first of all NONE of the chores are done on the WHOLE chore list. So why single out those specific ones? When you could just say “I don’t wanna end up doing other people’s chores.!” Deadass, my chore is the ONLY one that’s done right now. Literally the ONLY one and I did it right after I saw the message. Maybe I’m just paranoid and making it about me though. Either regardless, it’s STILL annoying to see the ones who generate the MOST mess whining in the group chat.

I was gonna rant about this the last time (a few weeks ago, one roommate left a whole multiple paragraph long rant and I was HEATED to the point where I ended up just leaving the house to go eat and go to CVS Pharmacy cause I just felt like the whole energy of the house was fucked up. At least for me!). I decided to post it this time because I’m less annoyed and less heated.

[pomegranate-belle]

11 Questions

Tagged by: @zeesqueere, thank you, and sorry this took me so long!

Tagging: @rawkhawkjock, @chessanator, @teashadephoenix, @returnsandreturns, if you guys want — and anybody else who wants to answer these!

1. How long have you been writing?

Uhhh since I was literate probably lmao — I was a very angry, repressed lil bby that got picked on a lot and my Kindergarten teacher nudged me towards expressing myself via the written word rather than with what little violence I could accomplish as a tiny six year old. And that, as they say, is history.

2. What are the major themes of your current wip(s)?

Courting the Sun-Dancer(?) (aka the one abt Alma and Navata): Regaining identity, cultural exchange, choice over fate, courage, loyalty, and the responsibilities of ruling

The still untitled story about Algernon and Tyderias: Homecoming, revenge, what it means to be alive, accepting your talents, learning to love others as they are, sacrifice, and true love

3. What do you want people to take away from your story once they’ve read it?

I don’t know, hope, I guess? It’s not the reason I’m writing them or even the point behind the plots but I wish I’d had stories like this (read: Not Straight Ones) growing up. Mostly I just want people to enjoy reading the things I write.

4. Would you be excited if people write fanfiction about your wip(s)?

I’d be honestly startled given the lack of information to work from right now lol, but I’m super jazzed any time something I write spurs other people to create. :)

5. What’s your go-to writing beverage?

I don’t think I have one but I will say I really had a productive night that one time I went out and drank like three vodka lemonades while working on a character, lmao

6. Who is your favorite oc? Tell me about them!

Ooh, playing favorites is mean... But yeah ok it’s definitely Mauve Sebella (incidentally, she’s also the character from the previous answer—)

She’s gone through about three different iterations as I tried to find a story for her. At first, she was a main character and much more whimsical — a burglar looked after by the remnants of her mother’s iron-smuggling operation. So she was kind of this happy-go-lucky gentleman thief type character with One Million Dads. The plot of that story fizzled out pretty quickly, and I set her aside for a while, but eventually I found use for a character with her specific powers so I dusted her off and gave her an unhappier backstory and an attitude adjustment.

As she stands now, there was no one decent to look after her and keep her safe after her mom died, so she was in a bad situation where everyone was either trying to murder her or use her powers for their own gain. She ended up as a child soldier due to her “magic-eating” eye and became the most infamous assassin on the continent. It’s the perfect conceit for the world she’s in because it means she travels a lot and I can use her as a side character in almost any story set in that world.

7. Do you feel that mistakes are important learning tools in the writing journey?

I guess? I don’t really think about things like that, lol

8. Rank your ocs by their capability in a footchase (either running after or from smth, your choice)

Navata is dead last for the obvious reason that she spends 90% of her time on land in a wheelchair. Then Charles DeWitte, then his younger sister Lucille, then Algernon Parson, then Alma, then Tyderias, then Mauve. Prince Balthazar is the fastest because he’s A Literal Werewolf and his running stamina is totally wild.

9. Does your wip have romance? tell me about it!! if not tell me about a friendship/important relationship in your wip!!

So many romances. So many.

Algernon/Tyderias: my Fake Married boys!! They’re a little suspicious of each other at first, but get over it pretty quickly. Algernon is a natural caretaker and he has an instinct to protect Ty pretty much from the beginning. Ty, who’s a bit jaded from, you know, being an exiled prince and unable to stop his father’s killers from taking over his kingdom, is intrigued by Algernon since he’s just a genuinely good person. Both of them are hiding parts of themselves at the beginning and it causes trouble when the truth comes out, but they pull together when it counts. They take interest in each other’s hobbies and it leads to some self-discovery along the way. Both of them try very hard not to fall love while they have to pretend to be married but uh, it does not work at all.

Alma/Navata: These two are definitely an “opposites attract” couple! Navata is a queen who cares more about being approachable than being unquestionable. She has chronic pain that limits her ability to do things, but she’s fun-loving and doesn’t let her limitations discourage her. She’s a terrible artist and not really what anyone would call graceful even if she’s beautiful. By contrast, Alma is closed off with a solemn, cold image that discourages people from disrespecting her. She looks tougher than Navata, with lots of scars, but she’s much more elegant. They’ve each given things up for the sake of their position, but together they are able to recapture parts of themselves that have fallen by the wayside. They learn about one another’s cultures as Alma competes in suitor trials to win Navata’s hand.

Balthazar/Charles: These two are the original romance plot from the world Alma, Navata, and Mauve are from. Their story is on the back-burner right now but I still love them. Bal is rough around the edges but kind and earnest. Charles is kind of a flirt and he’s good at being charming; he’s knowledgeable, but he can also be a little naive, especially when it comes to his own family. Charles and Bal are childhood best friends who have been nursing crushes on each other for years and years. They share pretty much everything with each other — for example, even though Charles is very close with his sisters, it’s Bal he goes to first when something’s troubling him. And Bal is very protective of Charles, because he knows Charles’ dad treats him badly. However, Bal is unwillingly betrothed to Charles’ younger sister, Lucille. He plans to fight it and express his feelings to Charles, but his plan gets derailed when, during Bal’s coronation ball, Charles is hit with a curse that freezes him in ice. Bal spends the next five years doing everything he can to break the curse while the ice slowly overtakes his castle.

10. Do you believe in the advice kill your darlings?

Umm probably not?

I think needlessly making your characters suffer is just an exercise in sadism, lol, but I do think you’ll get a bad story if you helicopter parent as well and don’t let your characters make mistakes and suffer consequences.

As for “killing your darlings” in terms of getting rid of scenes or plot lines that you love... I think it’s stupid. If you remove the parts of your story that make you happy just so it will be nebulously “better”, aren’t you destroying what makes it yours instead of just some stupid formulaic “best seller”? I don’t know, that’s just how I feel about it.

11. Do you prefer plotting or worldbuilding? Why?

Plotting, definitely. Worldbuilding can be fun when it comes easy but other times you’re staring at a blank page trying to come up with fantasy names or mindlessly researching which fruits grow in what climate and you just want to stab yourself with a pencil. Don’t even get me started on dealing with how to represent different languages without having to actually Tolkien it and spend fifty years fucking inventing them. I’m not a linguist, dammit, I’m an author.

[taylorfiction]

Jingle Bell Ball

Joe’s POV

This ones been a bit of a slow burner but i finally finished it, i hope you enjoy it coz i enjoyed writing it :)

Hope you are all well, remember to send in requests/ feedback. Love you guys x

Excitement coursed through my veins as I watched her get ready, a horde of people surrounding her, swallowing her with make-up brushes and pallets and powders, making her face brand new, something I wasn’t used to seeing. She normally didn’t care around the house, she was normally make-up free. She had already slipped on her outfit, so she didn’t smudge anything being painted onto her face, like her lipstick or eye-shadow or whatever. She was clad in a green shimmering crop jumper and shorts, which confused me a little as all day she had been going on about how it had snowed yet here she was, wearing shorts… I guess performing worked up a sweat. All in all, the outfit was very seasonal, green sparkles everywhere along with dark red lipstick and boots and extremely glittery festive nails.

She looked over at me, an elated expression painted across her face, her joy seeming endless, I could tell from her attitude all day and the way she had been literally buzzing for hours that she was excited to be getting back on stage, it was obvious she loved it. I admired her never- ending passion for her work and the fact that she never seemed to tire of it, she loved surprising people and performing for them and seeing them sing along and join in and enjoy themselves, you could even go as far to say, it’s what she lived for; to make people happy.

At around 7 p.m. I told her I was going to find my parents and sit in my seat because she would soon be going on stage, I told her I couldn’t wait to see her and she smiled at me, ‘This performance is for you,’ she said, her fingers intertwining behind my neck, she leaned into kiss me, the comforting taste of her lips giving me butterflies, ‘You’re gonna ace it.’ I said leaning back and placing my hands on her shoulders, I kissed her forehead before taking a step back towards the door, my eyes not leaving hers until I had shut it and had left to find my seat.

I walked down the many corridors, asking directions at least twice about where I needed to go, luckily, no one knew who I was and to be honest, I don’t think anybody particularly cared, but still, they smiled and gave me the right directions, happy to do something other than just stand there doing nothing. I swear they made this way as difficult as possible, there were rarely signs saying where to go so the place ended up being similar to that of a maze, I texted Taylor, telling her how hazardous this place was and asked her to ask them if they ‘could sort their shit it, because you have more influence than I do…’

Eventually after multiple wrong turns, I found my parents along with my seat, we where seated near the sound booth, with a wonderful view of the stage and the crowd surrounding us, I saw them with all their signs and odd outfits, some of them with fairy lights wrapped around them and some of them in infamous Junior Jewels T-Shirts, I looked back at the stage and smiled as I imagined my beautiful girlfriend up there, singing her heart out, in her element. My smile widened as a thought popped into my head… I should film it for her and then show her later and point out all my favourite parts. I took my phone out of my pocket and glanced at the screen, it read 94%, that would definitely be enough to film her set, which would last around 30 minutes I guessed.

She came on stage around 7.30 p.m. and even her intro blew me away, she sang ...Ready For It? And I was mesmerized by the way she had the whole crowd holding their breath, waiting for those iconic notes and the delivery of those killer lyrics. God, she was incredible. Her endless bounding energy and gorgeous smile made my heart flutter with pride, she looked so happy when she was up there and I couldn’t help but sing along, it took me back to this morning, we stood in the kitchen, I don’t wanna live forever playing through the overhead speakers and me twirling her round and round as though she was a princess, she certainly looked like it in her cat pajamas and messy bun. I smiled at the fond memory, even though it was the beginning of her set I already never wanted it to end.

The crowd went wild at every song, especially at the old ones, shake it off and blank space, there wasn’t one person I saw who wasn’t singing along, the beat making them want to dance, it was irresistible, even the most negative people found themselves shaking their hips and their lips moving to the lyrics of the song. My heart swelled and I couldn’t wait to tell her how much I enjoyed it, every second was filled with electricity and it truly felt incredible watching her perform, constantly thinking, that’s my girlfriend.

She paused before starting her next song, talking to the crowd, telling them about how excited she was at the snow and how it was on the same day as this Christmassy performance. I could confirm that it was all she had been talking about all day and how at 8am this morning, when she glanced outside, she instantly opened the backdoor and bounded out into the snow, not caring about a coat or wellies, her sole focus the cold white stuff falling from the sky. For some reason I had followed her and tackled her into the snow where we both ended up, uncontrollable giggles escaping us.

She looped the guitar strap around her shoulder and strummed it once, the sound echoing through the crowd, she mentioned phone lights and everyone instantly obliged, white lights instantly lighting up and people swaying slightly as she switched from chord to chord, calming the atmosphere with her golden voice. I looked behind me, my phone camera still in my hand, showing her how many people had joined in with waving their phones in the air and how many people loved her. The atmosphere she created was magical and I could feel my feet almost lifting off of the ground with the emotion she was creating.

The feeling in the arena changed when the phone dial played and everyone knew what was coming, her dance moves made me smile, I remember her practicing them in the living room, only happy when she had gotten them right and not giving up until she had. The look on her face at the moment was priceless and I wish I could take a photo but she was so engrossed in her performance that she wouldn’t stop and pose. Oh, cause she’s dead! The crowd screamed as she sang it, the iconic words known by everyone. I smiled as she whipped her hair from side to side, bounding around the stage breathlessly. It looked exhausting.

She talked to the crowd a little, telling them what she was playing, telling them it was from her most recent album, reputation, The crowd screamed louder as they realised what she was playing and I couldn’t help but smile as the intro played, Gorgeous, I knew why she was playing this song, she was playing this song because I was here and she knew I would get it, as she sang the lyrics I beamed knowing the origin story for this.

We had met at a wild party that Garrett had taken me too while she was there with all her girlfriends, I noticed them from the other side of the room, engrossed in each other’s company and the shots being brought over to them. I was stood with a beer in my hand, not really feeling like partying hard just enjoying watching the girls and hearing their drunken shouts from across the room as they all downed the alcohol in their glasses. The night had moved on and I was definitely tipsy when I saw the girls making their way over, I recognized some of them from magazines and news stories, they laughed and chatted with me, their conversation odd as they stumbled slightly while uncontrollably giggling. She hadn’t said anything to me but I smiled at her, I remember being in awe of her beauty, even though she was drunk she looked incredible and my heart skipped at the sight of her. By the end of the night we had swapped numbers and we’d been close ever since, obviously getting closer since last October.

Before she finished the song, I made my way through the crowd, towards the stage so I could greet her and kiss her when she came off. I weaved my way through the people, hoping no one would recognise me now that I had songs written about me people could actually tell who I was. I wasn’t just some nobody actor from England anymore. I stood in front of the steps and could see her performing from where I stood, her whole entire performance had been incredible and I was so unbelievably proud of how much energy she had and how amazing she was.

The last note played and she thanked the crowd and said goodnight to them, still waving as she came off stage, she turned her head in my direction and our eyes locked, her smile broadened and she bounded down the rest of the steps into my arms, I hugged her tight, squeezing her body in my arms never wanting to let go. We pulled away and my smile mirrored hers, ‘You were so good.’ That’s all I said before taking her face in my hands and kissing her, I realised we weren’t in an overly private place so I pulled away but still latched onto her hand as we wandered back to her dressing room.

We heard voices coming from inside, probably Patrick and his mates. We entered and there they were, sprawled across the sofas, chatting casually, acting as relaxed as if they were at home or in Patrick’s bedroom. I chatted a bit before Patrick suddenly exclaimed, ‘Oh My God.’ He stood up quickly and ran across the room, picking something up which I couldn’t see. Taylor chuckled as she realised what it was, leaving me in the dark. Patrick held his arms behind his back and smiled at me, he was almost the same height as me now, he swung his arm round and hap-hazardously placed a REP hat on my head, we both chuckled as I adjusted it, I’m keeping this on.

We sat in her dressing room for a while, letting Taylor re-energise and eat some food, re-applying her make-up and chatting with everyone, I made sure she knew how much I had loved her performances and how they had truly blown me away, constantly reminding her of how proud I was. I wasn’t sure of the time but at one point we all made our way out of the room and back towards the stage, wanting to see Ed’s performances, knowing they would be incredible.

My arms were around her as Ed’s voice echoed through the arena, a truly magical noise, he used all of his cool equipment which Taylor always mentioned and I smiled as I watched her watch him, both of our faces in awe yet for different reasons. I remember I had been to one of his shows before, I remember taking Patrick a few years back on the Multiply tour and the way he’d worked the crowd and how he’d performed amazed me, almost as much as Taylor’s performances did.

I heard the notes of Perfect begin and my heart instantly swelled, Taylor turned to me, looking at me with love in her eyes, she kissed me quickly yet softly, hoping no one around us saw but secretly not caring because we were happy and this was the song that we had claimed as ours. She turned back to watching Ed as we swayed together, I kissed the top of her head, then closed my eyes to just enjoying his mesmerising vocals.

I remember when it had first been released and we had danced around the kitchen in each other’s arms, our eyes closed and our bodies inseparable, we had swayed to Ed’s voice, simply enjoying the magical atmosphere that he had created. From that night on, every time I heard it I thought of her, I thought of us dancing in the kitchen, the weather outside cold and the fireplace roaring. I remembered feeling at home with her in my arms, feeling like nothing could destroy this moment because we were together, and when we were together nothing could truly be terrible.

It was late when we got back to the house, all the lights were off and we were both exhausted from dancing and singing along all night. The after-party had been the main killer as the alcohol had now almost worn off and we just wanted to collapse into bed and get some well needed rest. So that’s what we did, we slept all night in each other’s arms.

We slept until the morning light spilling through the curtains woke us up and we realized that it wasn’t a dream, last night had happened, and we would never forget it, last night would last forever.

[hayleytheherbivore-blog]

Let me take a minute to introduce myself and tell you a bit of my story. I am going to get REAL here, so be warned. Growing up, I was always heavier than most kids my age and this started from a very young age. By fourth grade I weighed 120 lbs, which got out to a lot of kids in my grade due to me being at a “friends” house when I weighed myself. I remember offering her all of the change I had collected up in my backpack (probably a little over a dollar), in order for her to keep my weight private. She agreed, took my change, but still told everybody anyway. That was my first real experience I can remember when it comes to being bullied. Kids laughed, whispered, and mocked me on the playground after that.  As years went on, the bullying just continued and it was always because of my weight. I was told I looked like a man plenty of times by a couple of the jocks in middle school. A girl and her boyfriend at the time made fun of “how fat my neck was” while I was in the classroom, literally having no care in the world that I could hear every word they were saying. This is just to name a few incidents. I held back tears. I ALWAYS held back tears, I can’t tell you how many times I had to compose myself and not cry during school because of things people would say about me. I would wait until I got home and was safe in my bedroom to let out a good cry. I didn’t really have anybody to call a best friend during this time in my life. Yes, I had a few friends that I was close with at the time, but not enough to share my emotions with. I think I was just always afraid they would laugh at me or agree with what was being said, so I always kept things to myself. The only reasons I would look forward to going to school was seeing the couple of friends I did have, going to art class, or going to Mrs. Lopez’s history class which I truly enjoyed because she was always happy and it was the only positivity I’d had in my life during that time. Depression took a toll on me growing up. I started self harming for a short period of time by burning my wrists with the metal from hair clips, sewing needles, and occasionally scissors. This stopped when my cousin caught glimpse of my wrists under my bracelets I would hide the marks with and lectured me to stop. I’m not proud of what I had done. Like I said, it was a short period of time in my life where I went down this dark route. I really just didn’t want to live or exist. What was the point? My depression caused me to be really quiet in school and I only really talked to people I felt comfortable with. Nobody went out of their way to talk to me, and I feel like if I talked, nobody really wanted me to. Has anyone else felt this way? Words hurt, guys. The pain never really goes away. Six years later and as I sit here typing this, I still get teared up thinking about the mean things that people said about me. It will alway hurt to think about. Moving on, I finally finished high school and graduated. What a relief this was to me because then I didn’t have to see anyone who would make fun of me ever again. The day after graduation, I remember taking a really good look at myself in the mirror. I was weighing a little over 250 lbs, my clothes looked super tight around my round belly, and I just was completely miserable that I had let myself get to this place in my life. I was eating for a family of 3 (or at least I could if I really wanted to), always hitting up fast food joints, and binge eating to the extreme. I needed to change. I couldn’t live like that anymore… and then it just clicked. I told myself I don’t want to be like this anymore, I don’t want to feel like this anymore, and I don’t want to look like this anymore. And everything changed… just like that. I started eating healthy and soon started exercising a bit. Over time I got serious about fitness and went every single day and eventually joined CrossFit. Boy, what a time in my life. That was the best time. Until I injured my back and had to put CrossFit on the back burner for a while. For most of 2017, I was dealing with my injured back and trying to heal it with physical therapy, exercise, and diet. In March of 2017, I cut the meat out of my diet and it might just be the ‘placebo effect’ but I felt my back starting to feel a little better than it had been on a meat diet with my exercise routine. Toward the end of 2017, I switched from a vegetarian diet to a completely vegan diet. Best decision I have ever made. I am in the gym again (CrossFit is still on hold :( ), I hardly have any back pain, and I just feel so good. Let’s get things clear, though. I chose to cut out meat due to the cruelty that animals face so they can be put on our plates. The benefits were never the first priority when I chose this lifestyle. I am the happiest I am today. I have great people in my life, I’m working toward my college degree in Education, and things are really starting to fall into place, slowly but surely. Here’s to a great 2018 and welcome to my blog!