#dont try to swim in flood waters

[skatingbi]

I KNOWWW I'm not posting anything rn but yall...I got quite the combo affecting my motivation 😭

Current hurricane is in my direction and for the first time in YEARS I'm actually scared

Depression and autistic burnout combo

College sucking the soul outta me

I close every weekend as a line cook so im always having back pain

Writing is not my priority but maybe I will if I cant sleep?? Idk man I'm just tryna keep my house from floating away rn LMAO

[werrrrrd]

CHARLES XAVIER X OC pt.10!

WARNINGS FOR ENTIRE STORY: shock therapy, manipulation, death, suicide, surgery is mentioned including an undetailed description, stitches, slight malnutrition, forcive murder, abuse of authority, blood, lots of blood stuff since this is like her power, anger issues, aggression, mentions of murder as well as the actual murder, mind reading, OC is not very kind to herself sometimes, let me know if you notice any others. No sexual assault but definitely Shaw being creepy.

AN:First off! A big warning for this Chapter, LOTS of blood, and detailed descriptions having to do with blood, I just wanted to reiterate this because this chapter deals with it for like 80% of it. ALSO lots of parts of this bit dont add up or make sense, like she should be super deep underwater in the submarine but shes not because I said so and she also somehow got onto land without swimming and got back fine too. Once again I just did this so that I could write what I wanted to write, just ignore that stuff. As well as the things that scientifically wouldn't work. Theres a lot that really is impossible but TRY AND STOP ME FROM WRITING IT ANYWAYS! Enjoy!!

I carefully opened the door to my room and peaked out into the dark hallway. Without any idea what time it was I made my way down the hall and towards the exit. I passed shaws room as slowly and carefully as possible. It had only been an hour or so since everyone had retired for the night, I would have waited longer to make sure everyone was asleep but I couldn't stop thinking that I needed to help Raven. And its better I get caught on my way out than on my way back.

Once I got outside and climbed up out of the hatch I realized I had no idea where to go. Glancing around at the dock around me I weighed my options, I could only think of one, I had to hope that it would work. 

I reached out with my mind, hoping that Charles would feel me reaching out and then connect his mind with mine. My body stilled in concentration. I had no idea how far away he was, I only hoped that our connection was stronger or that he was closer than I thought and that I would be able to find him. I listened for him but all I could hear was the sloshing of the frigid water against the boats harbored here. The sounds seemed to get louder the more I tried to hear him. I groaned in frustration and decided to push forward to see if I could try again somewhere that wouldn't be so loud. I walked a little ways into the town, passed buildings and pubs that were still filled where people were laughing and drinking. Walking through the  rather large downtown I made sure to remember my pathway so that I would be able to find my way back when the time came. After a little while of walking the roads became more suburban and the houses dwindled. I made my way up a small hill that I could see much of the city from. It was quiet here, all I could hear was my own breath fogging in the cold and blood running through my body. I took a deep breath and tried again. This time I listened closer, letting my mind reach for Charles, wherever he was. I waited for a few moments, my brain fanning out into the expanse around me. I didn't get what I wanted but what I got was good enough. My mind honed in on a certain direction, we hadn't made a connection but my mind told me that If I went that way I could get close enough.

 I began a sort of jog down the hill, unsure of how far he was and how long it would take me to get there. As I ran I stumbled past a train station, hoping that It could get me there faster. I hopped on the line going in the right direction, thanking the universe that there even was a train headed that way. 

After a couple stops I felt my mind get more and more itchy. I guessed that it was time to get off and sprinted out of the station anxious to get to Raven. Finally I felt Charles. Relief flooded through me, I was close. 

It seemed Charles hadn't felt me though, his brain seemed detached and scattered. Even when I tried to communicate, the connection was one sided. I could tell it was subconscious and that it wasn't on purpose. I did not ponder on it too long because in the distance I made out a mansion, actually it apeared more like a small castle. Just looking at it I could tell he was there. Lights were on in several of the rooms, making it look incredibly inviting but all looked quiet from outside. I set a quick pace of running there again. It was big. If I was 12 again and walked past this house I would have called it ugly, too big, and probably filled with empty rooms that were only collecting dust. Now I wished it was mine. Vines growing up the stone and a wide yard and it emanated warmth even in the chilled night. I ran up the gravel driveway towards two huge wooden doors that looked just as expensive as the rest of it did.

Suddenly, I felt a wave of anxiety about how I would be received. Would they turn me away? I know that most of Charles’ team were not fans of mine, especially Erik. As I got closer to the front door a chill ran through. Charles had still not connected to my mind but I understood he was preoccupied and likely hadn't noticed me. I could feel the blood of everyone in the mansion but could not tell which was which. I reached the door and I hesitated to knock. 

One deep breath and my knuckles rasped against the hard wood making my cold fingers sting slightly. I waited for a long time, listening to see if anyone was coming closer to the door. From what I could tell they were on the other side of the building, none of them showed any sign of noticing my knock, but all seemed tense based on the speed of their heart and the tenseness of their muscles. I knocked louder this time and hoped someone would hear. I felt someone part from the rest of the group and come over to the door quickly. The door in front of me jerked and a young man opened. Short brown hair was stuck slightly to his forehead and he looked slightly pale. I recognized him from before. He had helped me when Charles had brought me here, in fact he was the one who was worried about me leaving because I wasn't stable. My gratitude for him suddenly tugged at my heart. It was rare to realize someone cared about me beyond my use. And from him it was even more shocking, being on the other side of the fight as each other.

He looked at me surprised and a little bit scared. He turned behind him to see if anyone was there. Then he peeked behind me to see if I had any company either. “Im alone, I just want to help.” I motioned to the blood on his clothes that must have gotten on him from helping Raven. I could tell it was hers and I could feel that she was still bleeding from the other side of the mansion.

He hesitated 

“Listen, you can turn me away, that's fine, but Raven isn't getting better and from the feel of her blood I can tell she needs more help than you've already given her. That bullet is still inside of her and I can help with the concussion too! I just need-”

“Fine. come in.” He interrupted

“Wait what?” I didn't expect him to let me in to be honest. I was planning on having to give a whole speech just to convince him I didnt want to kill them all. But no.

“Just come in! If you're here to help then we should hurry!”  he pulled me inside gently by the arm. Immediately I felt the warm seep into my skin. Still anxious, I stumbled after him towards a room with bright lights further down the hall where I could feel several bodies and Raven laying unconscious and bleeding. 

“Hank who-” Another boy asked, stepping out of the room to check on him. He stopped when he saw me. I didnt stop to talk to him, only pushed past him into the room as I felt more clearly Ravens need of my help.

Everyone in the room except raven for obvious reasons, turned to look at me. My eyes landed on Charles who rushed over to me already knowing why I was here. My heart sang because he knew I wanted to help before I even said so. Finally our minds attached. It didn't seem intentional for him but now that he was aware of my presence I could feel how his brain suddenly wanted to connect to mine too. I welcomed him and then felt something new. He did not speak to me and yet I knew how he felt. Like a fraction of his powers were shared between us. I could feel his worry gnawing at him from the inside. I tried to quickly get used to his feelings partly becoming my own. I spared him a deep dive into the feelings that we now couldn't help but experience together. Instead, I thanked him silently for trusting me again and tried to get him to calm himself before it became overwhelming for the both of us..

“Take a deep breath for me, ok?” I said softly. His eyes were just slightly widened but he nodded and sucked in deeply through his nose and out his mouth, understanding that his feelings pushing against mine could affect how well I did my job.

 He calmed slightly as he pulled me towards raven who looked even worse than her blood told me she was. She was bruised all up both of her legs and her left ankle had been broken and her shin shattered from her landing on it, her blood swelled up there. I knew I could help her with that and with the blood she was losing from the gun wound. Somehow that seemed less serious than It should have been. The brain damage I could do something to help too. There was blood all over the front of her clothes and her breathing was labored and slow. Charles didn't look good either. He was even paler than the boy who opened the door was and his hands shook as he guided me to Raven's side. 

Everyone was quiet as I placed my hands over Raven's wounds. Not even Erik moved from his spot. I closed my eyes and felt her blood move through her body. I could feel the things that Hank must have injected into her blood in an attempt to heal her. Unfortunately this was only causing her blood to try and fight off this unknown liquid and not focus on the things that her body really needed it to do. I pulled the formula and gathered it out of her, using the blood surrounding it. I guided the clear liquid out of the bullet wound in her stomach and carried it to a beaker that was placed on the metal table next to where Raven laid. I brought the remaining blood I had used to move the serum back into her body. Then I pulled out any other impurities from her blood. Dust, germs, anything that might cause issues or infections later. Then I got to the trickiest bit. My breathing became heavier at the precision I had to use in order to unlodge the bullet from her body without touching anything it shouldn't. It had embedded itself near her spine and kidneys but fortunately had not made contact with any vital organs. I pulled it slowly from its place and wound it out from her body. Some blood pushed out of her wound as the bullet came out which I used to hold it in the air. I released it from the blood I was holding and it clattered onto the table. Then I went through her flesh and healed what I could from there, closing things up inside of her that should not be open and mending her body back together around itself. 

“Will she be ok?” Charles whispered from beside me. 

“There was damage done to a couple organs but i can heal those a little bit and they should be ok in a few weeks, Her head injury I can do something about too” 

Charles nodded but I could still feel how nervous he was still, his entire body tensed and tight, sweat making his skin glisten subtly. He was still taking deep breaths to keep himself calm but it was only doing so much. I wanted to help him, comfort him if I could. He seemed to feel my want to help him but he shook his head and knotted his eyebrows together kindly. I understood, Raven was the one who needed help right now and I was the only one who could do anything for her right now. 

 I settled back into her blood using my powers and made sure the binding I had done to the holes and tears from the bullet were holding well. Once everything inside looked good and had been helped to the best of my abilities I felt her systems begin to calm, now the blood knew what was going on and the brain could send it where it needed to go. But I was worried about the lack of it. A lot had been lost on the way here. Before I closed the wound I wanted to take all the blood near us and get it back into her where it would be of better use to her. I turned away from Raven and glanced around the room. It was on a couple tools on the metal table, on the Hanks shirt, on Charles’ hands and shirt, on the table raven laid on, in the sink, my hands, several tools on the metal table. I closed my eyes and collected it all. It unstained the clothing it was on, glided off the medical tools and skin and collected in bubbles in the air. 

I opened my eyes as it came together. Everyone watched silently as I purified it. I felt Charles' thoughts part from Raven for the briefest of moments through our connection. Instead of the fear he had been suppressing for Raven, his feelings flashed to wonder and awe. While everyone's eyes were on the blood hovering in the air, Charles' eyes were on mine, boring into me with an intense curiosity. It would have reminded me of Shaw's curiosity for my powers when I was young, except I could feel no desire in Charles to control it. No, all he wanted was to learn, to understand it, I felt only admiration from him.

 I might have cried if it wasn't for the task at hand. I brought my eyes from his back onto the blood and I brought it back into Raven's body. The blood went back to its work and then I did my best to mend the wound and close it up. Once that was finished I paused and massaged my temples. The headaches from Shaw's experiments when I was young were less intense now but they persisted. Charles winced, feeling it his own head too. I was apologetic as I tried to sooth both of our minds. He shuddered beside me in relief and dragged a sleeved arm over his sweaty forehead looking at Raven whos breathing had returned mostly to normal..

“Youll still want to stitch up that wound, I did what I can but i cant heal so much as glue it together with sticky blood and scabs. Her organs and stomach will heal up fine on their own, she's gonna be alright.” I announced to the room.

Charles nodded and several others did as well. I felt the overall tension of the room lessen, heart rates went down and shoulders dropped relievedly.

“Hank can you come stitch her please?” Charles called to the boy who had been standing close by but out of the way. He jumped forward and collected everything he needed to do so. I looked at Charles and nodded at him. He let out a breath and looked at me with blue tearful eyes. I pursed my lips and resisted the urge to wrap him in a hug. I still had work to do. 

I walked to the raven's head, looking warily at Erik as I passed him. He looked at me with the same amount of wariness but made no move towards me, he seemed to have enough proof that I wasn't going to hurt her and knew that's all I was doing as I placed my feet firmly on the ground and put my hands on both sides of her skull. Hank began his work on her bullet wound and I focused in on the damage to her mind. The messages being sent from the brain were staticky and hard to read. This could be an issue in the future if not addressed now. I felt where the brain had hit her skull and compared it to that of my own. Using my own brain as a map, I reconnected nerves and veins on the surface of her brain. I had to be even more precise for this than I did for pulling out the bullet. The headache in my head intensified but it was nowhere near unbearable and I ignored it. Each tiny nerve was rewired and I felt as the messages reclaimed their clarity and her body suddenly seemed to know how to fix itself and the process sped. I sighed and took my hands from her head. I looked at the slight scrape on the side of her head from the pavement but it had already scabbed over and would be ok without my help. I then made quick work of her leg. This would require more than just my help, a splint and some medicine, but I could at least set the bone back to where it should be by pushing it with the blood around it. And while she was unconscious this wouldn't even hurt her. The swelling went down with the bones set back in its place and the bruising lightened looking significantly better in a matter of minutes.

I stepped back from Raven and put my hands behind my back to show that I did everything I could do.

Charles still seemed rather shell shocked and unsteady, his hands clammy and shaking slightly. Still he turned to me looking grateful.

“Thank you, I don't know what we would have done without you.” He said

“You would have figured something out, I know it. Whatever formula you put inside her would have worked if her body hadn't tried to fight it off.” I said honestly.

“I hoped it wouldn't do that but I didn't know what else to try” Hank spoke up and fiddled slightly with his latex gloves as he finished up on the stitches which looked impressively professional “I wasn't sure how to get the bullet out, it was too deep inside her and I wasn't sure if I could reach it without causing worse damage or hitting her spine.”

“Yes it was good that you didn't meddle around there.” I told him, “You did everything right, I mean it.” 

He gave me a small grateful smile before turning back to his hands and slipping the gloves off of them. A boy, red headed, came and patted me on the back, jolting me. “Good work,” He told me before stepping up to Raven next to Hank. Erik and I glanced at each other, I didnt see any anger or wariness there this time. Instead he nodded at me in respect. My heart clenched again and I looked at the ground, suddenly not sure what to do. I was unfamiliar with people behaving this way towards me, grateful, respectful. I felt slightly uncomfortable, unsure of how I was supposed to respond but thankful to be receiving it. 

I had only been here thirty or so minutes. It had only been an hour and a half since I left, I hadn't expected to find Charles so quick. Speaking of, I realized I couldn't feel him anymore, he must have severed the connection while I was distracted with the others. I felt worry rise up in me as I looked around the room and didn't find him. Gulping I reasoned with myself that he probably just didnt want to experience the headache that had been pretty severe just a moment ago.

The others were distracted with each other and didn't notice me slip out to find him.

[4-linz]

Seven days a week.

Pairing: jungkook x reader

Genre: fluff, angst( if u squint idk)

Summary: jungkook really hated being rejected and when he took you out on a date after your ACTUAL date stood you up he did everything to make you fall in love with him.

A/n I tried to replicate what happened in the MV the best I could with out copying the song and just based this off if the vibes each day gives off :")

Wc. 1067k

At the top of the building a person stands on the edge, watching someone who seems…to be playing...on a crane?

That “person” on the building was me. And that “someone” was my crazy friend-jungkook-who offered me on a date because my ACTUAL date stood me up. Now I have to deal with his crazy nonsense because now I think he may have fallen in love with me or something. It was Monday when jungkook told me his offer and that very same night we went out. It started off nice, me complaining about all the things i didn't like about my new "relationship"if that's what you want to call it , you know how he told me he would ask me to be his girlfriend soon but 2 months in now i dont think thats going to happen. Back to the story, the “date” started nice but when the waitress asked if we were together he said YES?! I was a little over dramatic but come on we are like best friends so of course i'm going to be a little put off.

Tuesday came around and jungkook was literally hanging off my train. I was going home for the week because we got into a fight after we got home Monday. We live together and I hated being awkward in my own home so I wanted to leave for the week. And how did he find out I was leaving? I don't know because I never told him. So him HANGING OFF MY TRAIN was a little scary until he started talking. Well yelling so i could hear him through the glass. Talking about how he's sorry even though that shit eating smile on his face was still present. Jungkook only wanted me to come back home because he likes me and hates being rejected. When I tell you he has a big ego… it is worse than words can describe. His fluffy hair flowing in the wind, as much as i hate to admit it he was very attractive.

Wednesday comes around and jungkook apparently is loved by my parents because they let him stay with me at their house… sometimes I think they love him more than me. Now I'm at the laundromat and this man keeps following me. The store, the park, even the skate park and he doesn't even know how to skate. While he's sitting on one of the washing machines I'm putting away my moms clothes in the dryer and suddenly one of the pipes broke and the whole place was filling with water. I didn't want to die with this moron by my side so I tried to get out but he pulled me back. I eventually got Jungkook's hands off my waist to scold him about how we were now stuck in a flooded building, the only thing he said was he didnt want to die alone. I looked this grown man in the eye and I was like WHAT?! So u would rather kill 2 people then 1 and he.said.yes. At this point we were swimming, and I was trying to dodge the splashes his hands made when he fell back as I pushed him, mad that he put me in this situation. He was begging for me to forgive him at this point but I was having none of it. He was honestly kinda cute like this. Thankfully before I went further into my weird thoughts someone opened the shut door that had become harder to open because of the pressure the water was putting on it and it all flushed out leaving us and my moms clothes wet.

Thursday came around and he got hit by a biker and when he saw me- i was only there because my mom sent me to go get some food and i had no idea where he was, i was kinda hoping he left me alone- Jungkook tried to get out of the bed the ambulance people put him in. that man is crazy-Dedicated if you will-but i kinda respect that. And when he finally convinced the doctors he was totally fine- besides the fact that he was very much delulu and cray cray- he somehow found me in a crowd of people going in different directions and gave me flowers he bought from some random guy selling them on the street. Jungkook scares me sometimes, but of course when he told me what happened I was worried, I mean how did he know he was completely fine?! I think that just fed into his delusions more but I didn't care at that moment. He's still my friend even if he's delulu and I do still care about him.

Friday A huge storm came by and what was Jungkook doing? Following me to the house so i didn't “ get blown away” well maybe he should have looked at the wind speed because he tripped up and fell into a metal pole hurting his back… welp not my fault.

Saturday nothing really happened besides him being dramatic and laying in a casket acting as if he died from the fall. God he was crazy. And as I stood up and laughed at him calling him crazy and went out of the building I missed how Jungkook smiled when he saw me laugh.

And that brings us to today. Sunday where he rented a crane and a professional to drive it just so he could pull a stunt that scared the crap outta me. As I stood at the edge of the building watching Jungkook carefully making sure he didn't fall I thought about Monday where he raced after me when I stormed off mad and how he really was sorry. Tuesday when he literally was hanging on to a train that was going quite fast with one hand. Wednesday when the places flooded and how if he died he wanted it to be with me. Thursday when he bought me flowers even though he was hurt. Friday when he got hurt trying to watch over me. Saturday when he faked his death just so I could laugh at him and call him crazy. Maybe he wasn't so bad after all. So as we walked back home I took his hand in mine and smiled at him. Maybe we can try this out. :)

[salemontrial]

I'm doing a PSA because I have a natural disaster special interest rn and I don't see people talking about this fact as much

We all know that when you see the tide receding very rapidly to run and find higher ground because it's probably a tsunami. This is very true. But that's only one side of the wave.

When a tsunami is the result of an underwater tectonic shift (usually a thrust earthquake from what ive seen), it circles out in a sort of extremely violent ripple, creating both a positive wave and a negative wave. When the negative wave comes first, it sucks all the water out into the ocean as we all know.

When the positive wave comes in though, it comes in like a flood. (If you want an example of how this effects countries that surround the same ocean, try researching the 2004 indian ocean earthquake and tsunami, specifically in Sri Lanka. A lot of countries were effected but some of the most hard-hit countries were Indonesia, Thailand and Sri Lanka, as they were the closest in either direction.)

It's important that you're aware of all available warning signs, so while you stay vigilant about sudden low tide, you should be just as worried about sudden high tide or a sudden increase of wave height.

And if you know you live in a tsunami-inclined area (or even just near the coast or ocean-connected body of water) you should always have a plan for what you do incase of a tsunami warning, as well as being aware of the ways tsunamis can form (earthquake, landslide, eruption, if you're near the coast and feel the ground moving it's a cause for tsunami concern). And please for the love of God, if you get a tsunami warning please please listen. Don't go out and try to watch it. No you cannot swim through a tsunami, no your house will likely not make it through, there is a very solid chance you won't be able to outrun it once it's broken shore, please take whatever amount of warning you get because it can make all the difference. A false alarm is an inconvenience. A tsunami can and very well could kill you.

Its midnight and I dont know if I explained this well BUT stay safe love yall<3

[fantasmadelaciudad]

parents watched day after tomorrow (2004) a few weeks ago n finally had a nightmare about it. city i was in flooded. the water level started rising and sharks got introduced to the equation. i was scared out of my mind but not enough apparently to stop for a minute before seeking shelter and go. this is so unrealistic. sharks dont gaf about people. more sharks are killed by people annually than humans are killed by sharks. why would a bunch of them swim into a place filled with debris just to try to get at people? fake. unrealistic. bad writing.

[dearhargrove]

Hello~ maybe this is a weird request so you are free to ignore it. Basically i'm rewatching st from season 1 and i was imagining something about Eddie and y/n who is from the Hawkins lab like El without a name but with superpowers, but they're the same age shes not a child. And Eddie meets her and takes care of her like Mike did to El (i'd prefer a female reader, but if you keep gender neutral its okay i dont mind). I know Brenner had all children at the lab, so wtf is a grown girl doing in there lol, but maybe shes a special case o something? Idk, i like to think it like that. (And maybe she escaped before Eleven and the massacre, because she wanted to save her the other children). I know this is long and complicated and if you think you cant write it, i understand, you are free to ignore it, no problem^^

Soooo...

I'll here leave a second request but easier: basically about eddie and y/n (est.relationship), who is a member of the hellfire club, hiding together from the basketball team and the police. Maybe a protective eddie + the scene from ep5 when vecna kills patrick at the lake.

Like i said, you are free to ignore this but i still thank you if you'll do it^^

⟶ request from @ffishandchipss

⟶ summary: after escaping the lab you wander around the woods of Hawkins. Getting lost and a boy with curly hair and the biggest, brown eyes finding you was never in your plans. Not that you mind.

⟶ Eddie Munson x f!reader

⟶ reader has powers (mind control and telekinesis), reader is same age as Eddie

⟶ a/n: this is one of my first requests and i feel so honored and happy someone sent this ! I'm hoping it's to your liking @ffishandchipss ♡ not one of my best but it's so hard to write Eddie for no reason 😭 loved this request & I'm sorry it turned out so bad 😀

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You rip away from the nurse trying to hold you back from escaping but failing just as everyone else. The blood under your nose is smeared over your chin and lips, some of it already dried and unpleasant.

The woman has a scared look on her face, not being able to mask it with confidence. She knows what's to come when you still in her strong grip and make eye contact. You practically see the picture you're building in her mind. Blood is flooding the floor and when she looks at her hands, there's blood staining them - no space that isn't covered by the thick red liquid.

You hear her breath quickening and her grip loosen, her eyes rolled to the back of her head. You use the moment to your advantage and dart off into the direction of the cellar where the tube lays. One of the nurses had made you get something from down here when you discovered the sure way out of this prison.

You had waited for the perfect moment to escape and it came this morning when one of the others accidentally hurt Dr. Brenner. At first, you called him "papa" as all of the kids are instructed but the older you grew the less you called him that.

He was a greedy, crazy man and he didn't deserve the power he held. You give the familiar surroundings one last look before getting on your knees and crawling through the pipe. The floor is rusty and it scrapes your knees open - but if you concentrate enough you can hear birds chirping and wind blowing.

After some time, probably about ten minutes, you start seeing light. You could cry from relief, because you just escaped. It was over. You wouldn't have to sleep on uncomfortable, wiry beds anymore. No weird tests.

You lose a tear when you're at the end of the pipe.

In front of you are acres of forest floor, plants and flowers all around. You dare look around, seeing the hulking building of the laboratories in the far distance. You crawl out and stand up, your knees cracking from effort and your vision lightly swimming from the lack of water and food.

You don't care, starting to run through all the trees which are adorned with healthy green leaves. Bees, birds and other small animals buzz around you and the sun is in the middle of the blue sky. The air is fresh and it's warm.

You hear some noise and get closer, hiding behind trees after every step. There were people. You approach closer and see a group sitting at a picnic table. It stank of alcohol and something else that caused a light headache. They were listening to music and had messy hair. One of them got up on the table, his voice loud. "They call us freaks because we like to play a fantasy game, meanwhile they throw balls through laundry baskets as a hobby!" The group cheers him on and you smile a little at the fun they were having.

The boy with long, curly hair sits back down with his front to your direction and you can make out his face. He has big brown eyes and a small stubble on his chin. His smile is- cute? You're fascinated by all the alcohol they have and the smoke that rises from a few of them. You'd seen cans and bottles like this on TV during one of the rare instances you were allowed to watch it.

The sun reaches beneath the leaves of the trees and it momentarily blinds you. Stepping back, you feel something crunch under your foot. It's loud as it crinkles and your heart stops. The talking stops and about eight heads turn your way.

The flimsy material of the hospital gown flutters a little in the pleasant breeze. You still, panicking. The boy you'd watched before gets up and comes closer. Your first reflex is flinching back, cowering away from him.

He stops and lifts his hands next to his head. "Hey I'm not gonna touch you or anything. Are you from school?" He asks and, gosh - why was his voice attractive, too? You look in his eyes and gulp. "Lab. Bad guys." You say your vocabulary a bit on the smaller side.

"Lab? Do y'all know what she means?" The boy turns to his friends and they shrug or shake their heads, apart from one of them. "Dude, do you know this big building in the south? It's like grey and there's a fence all around it." Was he with Dr. Brenner?

You step further away and look at the guy with fear visible on your face. You try gathering concentration to make him see something but it's all too much and you whip your head back to look at the curly head.

"Is that where you're from?" His voice is gentle and he leans down a bit, the silver chains hanging from his neck clanking together. You nod because after all you could just make them forget if this went wrong, right?

"Shit," he curses with wonder on his face. " Are your parents there?" you stay silent at the mention of parents and his gaze turns pitiful. "Alright, how old are you?"

You weren't 100 percent sure but you should be about 19 now. You open your mouth and answer him. "Alright that means we're the same age. Do you wanna go to the police or something? They'll know what to do." You don't pay attention because all of a sudden one of the guys that had been the loudest jumps in front of you. Flinching violently you defend yourself in the only way you know; your powers. He's thrown against the tree and the ticklish feeling in your nose comes back.

Someone curses in the background and you realize that you're screwed now. You try to even your breathing but it doesn't work.

Eddie shouts out a swear at the guy flying against the tree before he fixes his eyes back on the girl with a buzz cut. Her nose started bleeding and her hands shook as she clenched the thin material of the gown she's wearing.

"Alright, let's, uh, fuck-" ze tries thinking of where to bring her, especially when she's as scared of everything and everyone as she is right now. Whatever happened to her back at the 'lab' definitely scarred her - and not only mentally he realizes when a few bruises and scratch wounds on your shoulders get revealed at your movement.

"Hey, I'll get you away from here- from them, yeah?" Is the first thing coming to his mind and he holds out a hand. She eyes it suspiciously before taking it, her hand significantly smaller than his. The many rings are cold against her hand and she lets one if her fingers glide over the cold metal.

"Do you like them?" Eddie asks, a small smile tugging at his lips. She's sweet. He thinks and watches as she nods, looking up. "Can I… take it?" Her voice is barely audible but soft and pleasant to the ears. "Yeah, sure, lemme-" he holds her hand in his other one and takes a ring of his finger. "You like this one?"

She smiles, flustered, and nods. "Pretty."

"Yeah," he agrees and slides the ring on her thumb. It fits perfectly and she lifts her hand, admiring the way it looks in her. She holds it next to her face and makes eye contact. "You like?"

If he didn't know any better he'd think she looked a bit mischievous at the red on his cheeks and his quick nods.

-

"Okay, you see that? That's my car. I live a bit further away so I can't walk here." He explains, and watches out for any students. When he doesn't see any he takes your hand and leads you to his car. He opens the door for you, suppressing a proud grin when you get in with a blush high on your cheeks.

He sees you trying to pull the dress over your thighs, the material way too short. He takes off the flannel he wears under the denim jacket and places it over your exposed legs. "Here. Comfortable?" He asks and you nod, mumbling a 'thanks'.

He gets in the driver's seat and puts the key in the ignition before speeding off. He leaves the radio turned off in case it makes you nervous or something, just to watch you turn it on and turn up the volume. AC/DC blasts through the car and with wonder he watches you bop your head to the screaming guitars and drums, a barely-there, shy smile builds on your face when you look at him.

He sings the next lyrics with a big grin and watches as the girl with the buzz cut and questionable history copies him more quietly.

They race past houses, fields and more trees while simply enjoying loud music.

Stopping in front of his and his uncle's trailer he turns the volume of the radio down and leans against his seat. "Didn't know we had something in common." He grins and twirls a strand of his hair around his pointer finger. You smile at him, a bit more confident in the way you carry yourself now.

"Alright, I live with my uncle but he's at work until, like, 9 PM. It's 2 now so we can order some pizza?" Your eyes practically sparkle at the mention of the greasy food and he chuckles. "That's a yes, right?" You nod, a pleased smile still on your face.

"Okay, let's get out of the car and I'll show you my place and order some pizza." He suggests and the girl nods once again.

The teens get out of the car and in the trailer.

later that day

Sitting on the floor, head propped up against his small shelf, he inspects the thin girl laying in his bed - blanket wrapped around her body up to her chin. Her arm held the blanket up and he smiled at the way his sweatshirt was way too big on you. As soon as you'd gotten more comfortable he offered you to take something from his closet and you chose his "Hellfire Club" shirt. He grinned when you put it on.

What the fuck did he actually think when taking a random orphan home with him? Not only would his uncle absolutely kill him but if someone came searching for him he'd be absolutely fucked, without a question.

But how in the world would he be able to send you away or something? He didn't like to admit it but he was already smitten with the strange girl.

next week

"Alright, this is Chief Hopper. He'll help us with your situation." Eddie introduces the tall man with a Cowboy hat?

You hide a bit behind Eddie, his familiar scent wafting around you. If he liked the guy, this Hopper wouldn't be any danger you guessed and nodded towards the Chief.

"Where'd she come from?" Hopper asks at the realization that you wouldn't talk much. "I honestly have no idea. About a week ago she just stood by the place we always hang, behind school in the woods."

In the days you'd gotten to know him, you learned he was a totally goofy, guitar playing idiot. You've come to appreciate his silly character, so the seriousness threw you off a bit.

"Okay, did she not say anything about where she came from or why she was in the woods in- what'd you say? Hospital gown?" Eddie nods.

"Well she said like two things. One was 'bad guys' and the other 'lab'. We assumed she meant this weird building all the way behind the woods. Ya know with the fence around it." The police officer nods. "You heard about the rotten pumpkins 'round Halloween last year?" Eddie nods, "Came from that lab. We don't know what they're doing there but you gotta keep her safe if she escaped with wounds. I'll check up on her every once a while and see that she can go to school with you, yeah?"

Eddie agrees and says goodbye to the man, watching him drive away and only leaving a cloud of dust behind.

"Music?" you ask, putting a bit of distance between you and him.

"You want me to play again?" He's quite proud to say that since you first heard him play you've been asking him to play for you again and again.

By now it was a small ritual that at least once a day he played your favorite song for you.

He leads you back to his bedroom and you two sit down in his bed, him taking his guitar in his arms and starting the first few notes of the song.

He watches you close your eyes, gently swaying to the song. His admiration for you wasn't a secret, yet it surprised him again and again how much he wants to keep you with him. So far it's been very chill - barely anything happened out here and even if it didn't concern you or him.

When he finished you clap a few times before settling down. He bows jokingly with his hand gesturing wildly, his hair swaying with the movement.

It's about two more weeks later that Hopper comes back to check up on you.

"I've checked the lab but they're really secretive. I couldn't find anything but normal testing on all kinds of stuff but they're also not searching for anyone. So she's safe for now."

Eddie sighs out of relief and sags back in his seat. "That's good to hear, thanks, Chief." they say their goodbyes before Eddie is left alone with you. He hears the shower turn off and a minute later you're stepping out of the bathroom, one of his sweaters pulled over your form. As he's taller and generally more muscular the clothing is too big. He sucks in a breath when you walk past him, sending him a confused glance.

"Uh-" he tries forming a sentence, the words getting stuck in his throat when you tilt your head.

He watches as you huff amused, "I heard. You're cute." He gapes at you saying that all of a sudden because what?

You think he's cute? He's internally freaking out, awkwardly putting his hands in his pockets. "Yeah. Right. Thanks." He clears his throat and looks everywhere but at you, trying to find something to talk about instead of this.

You lean against the wall and cross your arms, eyes fixed on the boy in front of you. "I want to go out." You state and wait for a reply. He's a bit surprised at the request - after all you seemed very content just here for the past few weeks.

"Need to show you something." You add and he just nods quickly. "You can just go whenever, you know? You're not trapped here or anything." What if you thought you weren't allowed to leave? He panics a little because it had definitely never been his intention to just imprison you here.

"I know. Like it here." Coming closer to him he nervously licks his lips, while holding eye contact with you. "I was at school. Looked for you. What is…" you think, not remembering how it was exactly called. He waits, basically endeared by the scrunch of your eyebrows and the tapping of your finger against your arm from where your arms are crossed.

"Ah! D&D! What is that?"

He sputters - so you really were there. He smiles and tugs you to the sofa with him, launching into an explanation about the fantasy game he loved so much.

"I want to play, too."

"Yeah- I, we can teach you. You can come and we'll show you. But they can be real douchebags sometimes. So-" your eyebrows are raised in a questioning way. "If they are not nice, why do you like them?"

He snorts because yes, why was he friends with them?

"Well, you know. Not everyone likes me or how I behave." He explains, "They think I'm too loud or I do weird things and- best of all, they're convinced I'm the leader of a cult." He laughs to himself though there's a bit of loneliness about him when he talks about his situation.

Reaching a hand to his and taking it in yours you sigh. "Some people are boring. They don't like me, either." You think of the nurses that were specifically rude to you and to all the times the doctors hurt you.

He tries interrupting you but you stop him with a simple look. "I'm different. And they are afraid. Makes them mean."

"Why are you different?" He asks. You chuckle and take one if his hair strands between your fingers twirling it. "I can show you." It's a whisper and his curiosity kicks in. "If you want, for sure."

You close your eyes and focus on what you want him to see. You build the picture of him playing his guitar in your mind, making sure he sees it too. "That's how I see you." At that comment he flinches back a little. "What- what do you mean?"

It's too late now you think, regretting showing him because what if he didn't accept this? What if he thought of you as a freak too?

You snap your eyes open and the picture crumbles. "I can.. I can make people see things." Is your only explanation as silence takes over the room.

"Sorry but I don't get what you meant there's no way you-" pulling your hand from his you look at the wall, mugs adorning tons of hooks and shelves.

"No, I don't get- you can't show me things per, mind? That's impossible!"

"Eddie…" your voice is pained when you look at him. He seems as if he thinks you're crazy - which he probably does. "Please believe me." he laughs a little crazily and looks at the ceiling. "Look, y/n," you turn your head to him, the ring on your finger getting heavier by the second. "You can't tell me-" at that moment the door is being kicked open and a few men in suits walk in. "Five?" One of them asks and you stand up, hiding Eddie behind you.

"Leave." You threaten, raising a hand. "You, what the fuck! Get out of my house, dude!" Eddie yells and gestures around wildly. "Quiet." The man says, fixing his gun in Eddie's direction. Your breath stops for a second and your voice is low, "Don't hurt him." The man looks at you like you're crazy, removing the safety from the weapon.

"Yo, what? Man, I didn't even do anything!" He cries out, hands next to his head. "Sit down." The man forces hik, gesturing to the ouch with his gun.

"Go. Now." You threaten one last time. When they don't listen but instead start circling you,.you raise a hand towards the main person, he swallows and tries to keep his cool, ultimately losing when you send him flying out the door. A gun is being held in your direction but you just fling it out of his grip.

One of the men gets you, ramming his fist in your side. You make an oof sound, breath being kicked out of your lungs. "Y/n!" Eddie yells before getting up and kicking the man straight in his stomach.

You use the moment of him being down and push him out of the door and down the veranda.

When you win against the last me, Eddie turns to you. His lip is busted and a wild look is in his eyes.

You breathe heavily and he reaches out to wipe away the blood under your nose with his sleeve. "You weren't lying. Well. This is kinda crazy." You giggle before grabbing him by the collar and pulling him against your body, kissing him.

For a second he stays unresponsive before putting his arms around your hips, tilting his head. When you part you lay your head on his chest with a smile.

"Does that mean I can sleep in my bed again?" He asks, mischief clear on his face when you realize he suggests you two share a bed.

You ended up letting him lay next to you, his arm slinging over your waist as you played with his hair. He enjoys the gentle touches and after a while you settle down. "Tired." He agrees and pulls you against his chest - one hand drawing shapes on your back. Falling asleep in Eddie's arms is different than anything else you've ever experienced. The way he holds you so gently and with so much care alone could make your heart burst but him talking in his sleep probably takes the crown. You giggle and boop his nose. He acts offended and does the same, but pecks all over your face instead of just your nose.

[ackermans-freedom-inc]

I really Love all of your stories 😍 Can I request a scenario where Levi and his s/o are on a mission with his squad. And his female s/o is chased by an titan maybe an abnormal and she falls into a lake or something. She Can’t swim so Levi saves her. A lot of fluff. Please.

And sorry for My Bad englisch. It‘s my third Language

Hi @blue-paladin-jiminlover I am back to clearing my inbox! This was a really cute ask, sorry it took me a while, I got distracted by “For the Night” and all the other stuff in my life (mainly school). Is this fluffy enough??? I’m not sure anymore - no bad ending seems to be fluff for me nowadays....

also PLEASE dont apologize for your English!!! its amazing!!! third language?? ru kidding thats amazing!! <33

Treading water – fluff!

As the threads of your gear shot into the nearby trees, you swapped places in midair with Levi, your movements in sync, perfectly coordinated. The lumbering giant beneath you confused, unable to outmaneuver either of you, let alone both at the same time. As the ugly brute clutched his one steaming eye, you sunk your blade in the other, zipping out of reach from waving hands as a roar echoed in the clearing before Levi delivered the fatal blow, the horrifying scream cut short.

Before you could catch your breath, you heard the sound of a shrill scream coming from ahead, just beyond the trees. Not waiting for Levi, you zipped towards the sound, determined not to lose a single member of the team. When you reached the treeline, you saw an abnormal, its movements jilted and unpredictable weaving through the grass, closing in on a stranded Armin who was desperately trying to get his one remaining canister of gas to work. You saw red in that moment. You could not let anyone, anything hurt another member of Levi’s squad. Roaring, you engaged your gear, swinging around the last tree, using the force of the swing to propel you forward. You hit the ground hard, ignoring the pain in your ankles and grabbing Armin by the shoulders before running for the trees. You situated the slightly shaken blonde on a tall tree branch and breathed a sigh of relief when some of the others found him, tired smiles breaking out seeing their friend and comrade safe.

Yelling a “Be back soon!” towards the gathered crowd, you zipped back out, determined to kill just one more of the ugly beasts, missing the way Levi narrowed his eyes at your departure. As you soared through the trees, you didn’t catch on to the shaking until it was too late, the greenery you had your hook on getting ripped up by its roots by the abnormal in its attempts to find you. Cursing, you spun around in the air, looking for a safe escape route and place to land. Your heart pounded as grass was all you could see. You knew you stood no chance against a titan on flat ground without your horse. Suddenly, you saw a patch of blue out of the corner of your eye, and you swung yourself in that direction just as the titan’s hand came down, nearly catching the end of the hook that you had reeled in.

You flew through the air; the force of the hook being reeled in propelling your forward as you made a deep slice along the nape of the abnormal. Your trajectory was well calculated, killing the titan slowed your fall, but you still hit the water hard, your breath getting knocked out of you by the force of the impact. This was unfortunate because you couldn’t swim. That coupled with the fact that you didn’t get the chance to take a breath meant you were sinking like a stone, and panicking. Not a good combination. You grabbed at the water. You kicked your legs. But nothing helped. Your wet clothes and your gear weighing you down as the sunlight filtering in from the surface faded the deeper you sank.

Just when you resigned yourself to the fact that you were about to die a watery death, you heard a splash, and saw a figure coming towards you. Your lungs burned, and against your better judgement, you took a breath, water flooding your lungs as you fell limp, sinking even faster.

~

You were floating. You were holding Levi’s hand, helping him dust the top shelves of the china cabinet. Customers would be coming in any minute, and the shelf was still, as he said, filthy. Your two kids ran around, getting underfoot. The girl bearing striking grey eyes and your hair, while the boy had your eyes, but was a miniature Levi through and through. You turned when Levi called your name. Only, his lips weren’t moving.

~

You coughed, choking as water came pouring out from your mouth. Your lungs burned, your throat was raw, and oh god my chest hurts. Levi had to rip your harnesses off you, choosing to leave then behind in the lake as he grabbed you and swam to safety. He had laid you out on the grass, pumping your chest as you lay there, cold, limp, lifeless. He had tilted your head back, acting as your breath, his hands acting as your heart. You kept spluttering, expelling the last of the water. As Levi held you close, you could see his hands trembling. Your throat raw and unable to form words, you just took his hand and placed it on your heart, letting him feel its rhythm. “I really have to teach you to swim, brat.”

[pirate-kwazii]

Watching Ring Of Fire now so here’s more of my thoughts

Is that a fence in the water

Is everyone groaning about the sea urchin and crab or yawning? I can’t tell

Okay I’ve had the Vegimals song stuck in my head for awhile now

Kwazii’s alarm clock shoots tennis balls at him- same

And Dashi starts the day with yoga

Tweaks fell asleep playing video games mood

Shellington what the fUCK

Tf is that- is that lava?!?

Oh ring of fire like the volcanoes- I feel stupid now

They’re doing their role call out of order

What the fuck Kwazii why did you eat 17 kelp cakes

Is the only thing you eat is seaweed

VIDEO TRAINING VIDEO TRAINING

*terrible accordion playing* *everyone winces*

How many cousins do you have peso?!?!

Kwazii: I’m going out and FAST!!!!

Captain: *eyebrow raise*

Kwazii: I mean I’m checking the engine

MORE GUPS?!?!

“Don’t push the Z button” Kwazii is definitely going to press it I bet all 3 of my dollars

Wait why did Peso and Barnacles need a Gup if they were taking the octopod?!

How much time does Tweak have to keep making all these gups?!

Aw Kwazii loves that Gup so much

WHAT IS BARNACLES WEARING WHAT THE HELL NO

Kwazii’s copying it omg-

Shellington and Dashi are such nerd friends it’s actually adorable

Tremors those are probably important

Ring-shape? Like the ring of fire-

Oh no comms are down

A TSUNAMI?!?!

Mateys you should’ve stayed at the Octopod

Kwazii saved Tweak’s life and now it’s flooding

Why don’t they know about the Ring of Fire if they LIVE in the ocean

Oh no the comms are down they can’t reach them!!!!

Damn at least no one is alone...

Of course the Chinstrap Penguins live on a volcano

Well at least Shellington and Dashi are alright and above water so there’s a lower chance of drowning

“How does he know I’m an octonaut?” Maybe it’s because you’re wearing the octonauts colors and the logo all over it

Wow itd be faster to push the stupid thing

Last time you guys followed the screaming sound there was a tsunami

Well at least you found the whales you wanted to find

“I’ve always wanted to see a whale but not like this!” I’d sure hope so Shellington

Of course the volcano erupts

Tweak Kwazii are ya okay?!

THEY DONT HAVE AIR TANKS ON THEM OH NO

TWEAK!!!

Now is not the time to copy Barnacles- holy shit it worked

She just noticed that?!

Shit you guys are stuck

Kwazii beggars can’t be choosers

Why is that the only way to get across Tweak

No Tweak pay attention

ITS ON FIRE

I really hope you guys can hold your breath

She’s pulling a Ladybug and the things she looks at glow now

Improvised fire extinguisher

WHY IS EVERYTHING ON FIRE ARENT YOU UNDERWATER

Eww they landed in seaweed and a banana peel

Why does everyone end in the garbage disposal- sorry compost

Oh he almost fell in-

*opens door and floods room* Guess we’re swimming after all

Tunip leave him it’s natural selection

Grouber just sits and eats during a panic- same

“Lesson Nine- dealing with disasters” what

Why is the background of those videos so bad

I mean it’s rad but also bad

Tunip: *hands the Vegimals a bunch of shovels* good luck

Mateys how did that dirt pile work-

*quickly unplants all the seaweed*

*vacuums the animals*

LEAVE THE SEAWEED YOU HAVE ENOUGH

“You gotta save us!” Why didn’t you get their attention sooner?

Why do none of them notice the volcanoes that they live on/near

We’ve seen the rafts it won’t work

How the hell did you think of that

Is that even possible

They only leave Inkling in charge when legit no one else is there

Kwazii and Tweak: *mimic pirates, rabbits and Barnacles*

Peso and Barnacles: *mimic penguins*

How was the lava that aLMOST COOKED YOUR EGGS NOT A WARNING SIGN

Wow Inkling is not good at this I see why he’s never in charge

Even Kwazii and the Vegimals have managed the octopod better than that

Why is there is Disco Ball

Why does it always switch to the training videos

“Dashi’s so good at this” yeah it’s almost like it’s her JOB

There was a BUTTON FOR THAT EXACT REASON AND YOU DIDNT THINK TO PRESS IT FIRST?!?!?!

Took you long enough jeez

What is they fall off of the “slide”

“Mothers and babies first” anyone else can perish

Well that egg is dead

Oh never mind he got it

WHY DIDNT YOU TWO GET ON THE SIDE TOO TWEAK WOULD UNDERSTAND

I mean she and Kwazii are trying not to be set on fire so I’m sure she’d get it

“I just hope everyone else is okay” well shellington and Dashi are stuck on a volcano that’s exploding trying to get a beached whale out on a very slow Gup, the Vegimals are trying to evacuate the garden, and Tweak and Kwazii are trying to get out of the burning and flooding repair area so no I don’t think anyone else is okay

“This isn’t working” no really Dashi

Oh the crabs know Kwazii that explains so much

Another Training Video?!

The crew all look so nervous when they appear in a training videos

Oh now Dashi and Shellington are mimicking Tweak

Poor Shellington he’s clumsy

“I have to say I.. really like that plan” yea cuz it’s the one that doesn’t involve you burning in the lava

Shellingtons getting a workout in oof

He’s about to fall into the lava

Now the crabs about to fall into the water

Oh god he’s screwed

Crab jump on the whale- now he’s flying

Shellington get out of the lava!!!

Alright some people are safe

Oh never mind the other volcanoes are erupting too

That water level is dangerously high are they gonna be okay

Kwazii don’t phrase it like that it sounds like you’ll die

KWAZII!!!!!

Oh god oh no his tail

Mimicking Barnacles saved the day

TWEAK!!! KWAZII!!!

Oh they are alright thank god

They’re gonna be traumatized from this- *angst time*

“And how will we get up there” Kwazii making good points again

Kwazii with a grappling hook is a terrifying idea please get one

And now they find out the comms are down

Kwazii trying to be helpful

WHY DOES SHE HAVE AN EMERGENCY CARROT STASH

KWAZII GOT ONE TOO

Another video but this ones useless-

TWEAK YOU TURNED OFF THE POWER

They sounded the octo alert together!!!

Babies

EVERYONES OKAY!!!!

OF COURSE THERES ANOTHER ONE

Kwazii and Tweak: ya we’re good

Also them: *trying to not to drown or burn*

They are all gonna connect to each other like Voltron aren’t they

KWAZII DID PRESS IT IM NOT LOSING MY $3 TODAY!!!

Tweak: I got a plan

*crashes through the hatch*

Kwazii: *excited cat sounds*

Yeah they’re going together naturally

“Mega Gup Z” epic naming skills Tweak

“Seat swap” “wait a minute- WHOA”

“It’s completely covered in sea creatures” there’s no way you get all of them

Oh good some are swimming away

“Sit tight” they can’t really do anything else Captain

Do we know where they go after being S U C C E D into the mega Gup z?

And now rocks are everywhere

Kwazii’s excited cat noises are giving me life

Couldn’t the crabs walk away?

Oh no they’re getting stuck in the volcano-

Oh they’re good thank Neptune

Dashi: yea it’s bout to erupt we gotta go

Peso: I saw something inside there we gotta go look

Does Peso want them to die

Of course the animals sound snobby

“Why ever would we do that” CUZ ITS ERUPTING i swear all the creatures have the IQ of a walnut

“I didn’t even make a button for it” bruh

Yeah just like Voltron

Kwazii: *even more excited cat noises cuz he gets to destroy things*

Why do you all name the moves with the word “mantis” in front of them?

They all share one braincell and Barnacles and Peso have it 90% of the time

Tweak gets the other 10%

Everyone else runs on pure chaotic energy

“Tweak Status Report!” Tweak: WE ARE FUCKED

Let Tweak say “Fuck” 2k21

Kwazii: *e x c i t e d c a t n o i s e s*

*throws sea creatures at whale*

*blows up into five gups in massive explosion in front of erupting volcano*

Is all that sea urchin thinks about is food

“You know what I’d like? Dinner” “you know what pal, that sounds great”

“Have the eruptions stopped” “yea but that’s not what I called about”

Is Inkling trying to be more than that guy who sits in his library all day?

Yea it’s not hatching because of the bandage all around it

Please say the egg doesn’t die

Oh it’s alive good

Octonauts: remember that island that got destroyed by a volcano? Would you like to live on an island that volcano created?

Penguins: not really

Octonauts: too bad

Vegitoa? Wow

ITS THAT STUPID SONG AGAIN LAST TIME IT WAS IT MY HEAD FOR TWO WEEKS

“It still felt like we were working as a team” maybe cuz you were all copying each other the whole time

“You really, really need to update those training videos” yeah fair enough

Of course the Vegimals still remember the dance

I see what the hype was about that was a fantastic movie mateys... though everyone’s probably gonna have some problems after that

[katsukikitten]

A/N I cant wait for yall to read this

Sunlight fights to filter in beneath the thick curtains, causing you to stir slightly as the sweet smell of burning sugar pulls you closer.

Happily you snuggle deeper into the scent, drowning in it as you nose your way further into the crook of a soft neck. A hum escapes you as you are pulled quickly back under tow dreaming of a sweet shop with nothing but squares of caramel and deep candy apple eyes.

A harsh knock comes at the door snapping you back to reality causing your muscles to tense with burning adrenaline. You're pulled ever closer, pressed impossibly so into a muscled chest, pops ringing out of a steady hand.

"Who the fuck is it?" Voice dark, deep with sleep and venom. Causing your body to act on it's own as your stomach and core flutter.

The dream makes more sense as you slowly remember last night, your cheeks aflame.

"Ka..Kaachan. We're late! Our plane leaves in half an hour and I'm worried about Y/N. She isn't picking up her phone and she won't answer her door. I...I dont remember her coming back with us last night. She came back with us right? We didn't leave her? The girls left before us and..." He continues on in a tangent as Bakugo growls. Both of you relish each other's skin for a moment before letting go, giving one another an odd glance as you both dress. Katsuki nods towards the sliding door as he breaks Deku's worry spell.

"Oi! Oi!" Bakugo growls ripping the door open enough that his top half sticks out, "She and I brought you back. She's probably taking forty fucking years to get ready like normal. Let me get my shit together."

He glances over his shoulder to watch you gracefully float from his balcony to yours. His eyes return to his oldest frenemy. Jade eyes hazed, half asleep, deep bags pull at his features harshly enough to have the hot head say.

"You look like shit. Did you take the meds Y/N left out for you?" Deku nods, gripping his forearm tightly.

"I'm sorry I..." But Bakugou cuts him off.

"Told you you couldn't out drink me, ya fucking light weight. Now get ready, when I'm done I'll get Y/N." He sighs shutting the door just before Deku turns to make his way back.

Katsuki stares at his unmade bed, at your card and phone sitting on his nightstand, reliving the night before.

He hopes he didn't make a mistake or take advantage of you depsite both of you being drunk as fuck.

The lingering smell of your shampoo clings to him like a lost lover causing him to bite his lower lip.

You stand in front of the glass door, debating if you should go in. Brave hands act on their own as they grip onto the door, flinging it to the side before you step into the dark room.

After a quick scan, it is safe to say that no one is present. House keeping had come to freshen your sheets and towels and you do not see anything amiss. The only thing noticeable is the slight indent on the side of the bed. You convince yourself that it's from the natural sag of the mattress.

Quickly you grab for your bag, checking to make sure you have all of your extra hero suits before grabbing onto the Bakugou waifu pillow having half a mind to leave it here.

But the longer you stare the more your head swims as your stomach twists with the weight of uncertainty.

Of the silent tension the two of you carried that could shift your relationship drastically one way or the other.

Little time is left before the three of you are supposed to leave, yet you make your way to the shower anyway. Cranking it up as high as it will go before standing in the burning water.

Almost wishing you were sharing the shower with the same person who left little purple bites over your breasts.

Even with your shower you manage to beat both of your male coworkers to the hallway.

Waiting patiently as you lean agaisnt your door, heart fluttering as you relive the ENTIRE weekend.

Of green eyes you hope to never see again, of a glass replica of your own eye, a threatening note, of the laughs you shared with the former 1A.

Of the closeness that developed between you and the women, that developed between you and Izuku.

And especially the smile that Bakugo has been sharing with you.

Of the eye contact from last night. Your heart freefalls into your stomach with enough force that the wind leaves you in a small "Fuck."

Hand pushing through wet hair as Izuku emerges from his room.

"Oh Y/N, thank goodness you're okay!" He wraps strong arms around your frame, flooding your senses with peppermint and a hint of lime.

"Oi, oi stop being dramatic I told ya the brat was fucking fine." Katsuki huffs, slamming his door, "You forgot this in my pocket last night."

There is little bite in his voice as his hand holds out your phone. He looks over you with deft eyes, reading your body language for distress while checking to see if any bruises were visible all before slinking back down to your hand.

That you haphazardly rewrapped. A snarl escapes his lips as you grab onto your phone, eyes burning into you.

"Remind me to never let you wrap my wounds." He nudges your shoulder with his own, crimsom eyes shining more than usual. You scoff at his remark, shoving him roughly.

"You act as if I wouldn't hope that you'd bleed out first." You flick your hair as you sashay past him fighting to keep the smile off of your face. A smile where a scowl should be. The two of you quip and bicker like normal but something is...different. Or at least it seems that way to Izuku as he watches the two of you interact. Studying the odd pair as he wonders what has changed.

It's a subtle change, as he hadn't caught on until the two of you had gotten onto the plane.

Suddenly Izuku couldn't help but notice that there was a little less animosity, a little less hostility between the two of you.

And he sure as hell didn't miss the lingering glances the two of you shared.

Bakugo slides into his seat across the aisle as he did a short two days ago, headphones on, scarlet eyes glancing at you before squeezing shut. You choose the window seat staring out at the tarmac below. Izuku watches your eyes flutter and blur with unshed tears as whatever heartwrenching thought crosses your mind. He swallows thickly ignoring you to give you privacy.

The three of you stand in front of the towering building of your agency.

All three of you asked to return to the office for various reasons.

A set of jeweled jade and burning scarlet rove over you, worry lacing their eyes in two atronomicly different forms. Furrowed brows and a narrowed glare.

You sigh pulling your luggage behind you as you walk through the office doors first.

Bakugo finds his office exactly as he left it. A mountain of paper work that is close to being over due. He bites at his lower lip as he slams into his office chair wondering how your conversation you must be having is going. Rocking in his leather chair as he stares at his phone, avoiding work as his ears perk hoping for sound in the office beside him.

Your office settled between his and Deku's. He growls out when he hears that stupid cheery voice of Deku's thanking his assistant before Bakugo descides he should probably do some work while he waits for your return.

Snarling curses to himself as he doesn't understand *why* he is so anxious to hear from you when normally he would relish your getting in trouble.

Shining eyes stare up at him settled on rouged cheeks, plush lips forming his name devouring every other thought on his mind.

He grinds his teeth trying to forget as deadly hands open his wallet to pull out his ID card for his office laptop only to be met with your debit card staring up at him.

"Fuck." He snarls abandoning his task in search of you. Not that he really had a qualm about avoiding paper work. He just spots you leaving the agency through his large office windows.

Odd, had you not had your meeting? Usually when you were in trouble with the director the lights flickered AT LEAST once. He takes the steps two at a time, pushing through the door to the stairwell just in time to over hear the latest gossip from front reception.

"So Tejina just up and quit after a paid vacation?" The security guard asks, setting down his extra cup for who he was obviously pining after. She barely gives it a second glance.

"She didn't even pack any of her stuff." The receptionist sighs, filing at a nail, "We might have to clean out her office."

" Ungrateful bi.."But before he can finish his sentence a loud pop rings out. He freezes staring down the top hero before swallowing thickly. Scarlet burns into mundane brown before he shifts his weight to walk through the double doors. All the while the security guard thanks his lucky stars.

"Oi!" Bakugo calls after you but you ignore him, pushing through your mixed emotions as you stomp your way towards home, "OI Y/N!"

But he is just as persistent as the memory of harsh vermilion turning soft as it glimpsed into your soul.

"Fuck." You mutter, walking faster dragging your stupid suitcase in your wake.

An explosion erupts, landing a toned body directly in front of you. Heated hands finding your shoulders quickly to stop you in your tracks. You jerk back from his touch and he tries not to let the hurt shine through on his face.

"What happened?" A bite that you ignore, trying to shove past him just to repeat the dance again. Jerk away, obvious display of hurt attempting to meld into rage. The longer you dont speak the more his blood boils before he finally sounds off.

"Did you really fucking quit?!" He yells loudly enough that birds flee from trees and rooftops. Avoiding his gaze you stare at his clenched fists, wanting everything and nothing to do with him all at once.

He was the last person you wanted to see.

Especially after the look on the director's face when you stated your resignation.

But here he stood in all his muscled glory, blocking your way.

Somethings never changed did they?

"Yes Bakugo I fucking quit. I'm done I.." Just as you're about to allow yourself to break, to consciously cry in front of the last human being you thought you could ever be vulnerable with he burts with popping motion.

"YOU FUCKING QUIT? FOR FUCKING WHAT?!" He heaves, pressing further, pushing your last button, "I didn't think you would quit over something so trivial as your fan base."

Red clouds your vision and drowns out any rational thought you had as your body moves on it's own accord. Your fist rears back, slaming into a sturdy jaw line causing him to slide back a few feet. And with it infecting him with that all consuming *red*.

A mixture of a snarl and smirk contort his handsome features as he spits blood onto the ground. He lunges, powering himself with his quirk as he comes for you.

Luggage far from forgotten as you bring it up to swing, hitting him in his ribs fucking his flight attack. He counters with a point blank explosion to which you stop with a shaky shield.

Struggling to keep the energy formed with nothing as its base. You distance yourself only for him to close the space, knowing full well you worked best from afar.

Well he sure as fuck better know considering how many hours he was forced to spend with you. He watches your quirk activate and deactivate in a matter of seconds, anticipating all of the projectiles you produce.

But he fails to notice the large boulder you steal from rock garden in the courtyard of the agency. He lunges for you again hot finger tips grazing your skin before you bring the large boulder down with full force.

Pinning him into the ground until a satisfying crack rings out.

Heaved breaths echo in the semi silence as the two of you work your problems out the only way strong quirk holders seem to know how.

Destruction spelling out every word that you'd never dare to speak. He gets the message loud in clear, although too late, as he watches your posture shrink just the slightest as you look down at him.

Barely able to hold eye contact, he produces a strong enough explosion for the boulder to become confetti on the wind before he stands, spitting crimson into the dirt.

This was your opportunity to move, this was the turning point of your relationship with him.

If he comforted you now for what felt like the thousandth time in the past few days you knew you wouldn't be able to resist him again.

Caramel tickles your nose on the wind moments before he stands before you, deadly palms resting on your exposed biceps. Gently squeezing as if the two of you hadn't tried to off the other. He sighs, body relaxing before you as you stare at his ever rising chest.

"Please...please tell me what's going on." He sounds desperate and you are unsure if you've ever heard a tone like this from him before. You heart pounds in your chest and painfully so. As if it were ensnared in an unsuspecting trap, barbs puncturing the tender flesh with each agonizing beat.

*"I should end this here. I should end this now."*

Is the all consuming thought you have before your mouth moves all on it's own. You hold his gaze, matching the intensity as you stare into his stunning scarlet eyes.

Eyes that you tell yourself are actually green.

"Please, as if you really fucking care Ground Zero." You cannot even bring yourself to use his name. Knowing that when you were to sound out the syllables your voice was sure to crack, his grip becomes tighter. Those damn lips you want to devour morph into a thin line biting back his ire.

"It's funny that you are so touch starved you would take a pity fuck as anything more." He jerks away then, eyes widening before turning into a nasty glare.

Still you continue your assault, pushing him with hot hands as you pretend so desperately that he is someone else.

Anyone else so you can push him away from you, hurt him enough that he would never look in your direction again.

That wouldn't be so bad right?

"We were never friends and we never will be. Quit being a bitch, like I said. It. Was. A. Drunken. Pity. Fuck." You bite out each word, staring him down for a full moment before turning on your heel. Hand raised for your strown luggage to assemble itself before returning to your hand.

All the while blurring red eyes stare after your powerful form. Teeth grit so tightly they threaten to turn to dust.

He should move. He should go after you.

Those words were clearly not meant for him. You clearly weren't looking him him in the same light as before. He knows in his bones he needs to follow you to fix this.

But that would require Bakugou Katsuki to swallow his pride.

And he always chokes on it.

You're a shaking mess of nerves as you walk home, trying hard not to glance over your shoulder at any noise as you near closer to your apartment.

No one but the agency knows where you live as you took extra precaution to avoid not only the paparazzi but especially crazed fans even opting to stay in random hotel room instead of the comfort of your penthouse apartment.

You smile softly at the slightly dilapidating building, climbing the crumbling concrete steps jingling one of the three keys it requires to get into your apartment.

The first for the front door.

The second for the stairwells

The final for your deadbolt and handle.

Both slide in easily as you breath in the smell of your dusty and dank apartment.

Relishing the fact that no one would find you here. The black out curtains are drawn keeping the apartment plunged in a never ending nighttime. You toss your keys onto the entry table closing the door behind you as you set your luggage down with a sigh.

Suddenly the air seems to shift, dust particles disturbed in the slight sunlight that streams in the small crack of the curtains sending your heart into a panic.

Green is reflected to you in the screen of your TV as breath floats down the nape of your neck.

Before you can react a sticky substance is placed over your mouth and nose, steadily forcing its way in and down your throat. A panic sets a cold sweat onto your goose skin as you realize the substance is forming from a thick forearm.

That you beat onto desperately as your vision begins to fade to black. Quirk grabbing onto anything to smash into your assailant just for it to be absorbed. Green holds your panicked gaze.

"You really couldn't have picked a better time to quit." He presses his noise into your throat huffing in your scent as you feel a shutter go through him. The strength in your body begins to fade with your vision before he runs his tongue along the hollow of your exposed collar bone.

"I told you you'd be mine soon enough *Doll.*"

[kibybun]

Mermaid/siren Keigo au

Tw:yandere, obsession, death

Enjoy

🐚You were a fesrsome pirate who sailed the seven seas. You were know for your undying curiosity which your crew doesnt reciprocate.

🐚You were coming near the end of your voyage when you heard it. It was a beautiful song that sounded like it was made solely for you. You direct your shop towards the heavenly song to see something swimming in the water.

🐚You were hypnotized watching the creature swim. All you truely wanted to do was go swim with it.

🐚You were knocked out of your trance as you saw one of your crew mates throw a net on it. You were livid that they were so idiotic as to ruin such a beautiful thing but you that your thoughts back as the creature was raised above water. The creature was male, evident by the male torso it owned. Its torso merges with a long, almost eel like, fish tail at its hip bones. The scales were a mix between a gorgeous vivid red and a enchanting scarlet one. He also had webbing between his fingers, scales speckled across his cheeks, and a large dorsal fin that clung to his body out of the water.

🐚As he was lifted from the ocean, he kept a calm expression. He simply held onto the net and looked around curious. Until his eyes met yours. Upon seeing you his face lit up with a sharp toothed smile. He reaches out for you through the net, pressing his face against it to try and reach you better.

🐚Your crew watches in fear as you slowly go and hold the hand of this "creature". But you grabbed his hand softly with no fear. His skin was cold and slimy. He seemed so happy and excited.

🐚You try and ask his name but he only responds with babbles. It was quite adorable. You start listing off different names hoping he'll like one. Keigo seemed to stick.

🐚You look back at your crew asking what you should do with him. Most wanted to sell him while others wanted to sell his scales. You were completely disgusted at your crew for even thinking about hurting such a beautiful creature.

🐚You give it a final glance before releasing it back into the ocean. You give him a final glance before he is released and his face holds pain. You dont understand.

🐚The rest of the ship ride to the docks was pleasant, only because of the beautiful song that played from the ocean.

🐚As you step onto the dock you see the fishy man trying to climb onto it. You walk over and his face instantly lights up. You crouch down and he tries to pull you in. You blow it off as a joke and sit a little farther away.

🐚You try to talk to him but he still only responds with babbles.

🐚You get up to leave but cant seeing how distraught the fish man looks.

🐚After sufficiently gaining many splinters you leave, hearing Keigo's wails begging for you to come back. It hurt but you really didn't want to stay on the docks all night.

🐚Everytime you walk near the ocean you hear him. His song was irresistible, always leading you to him for hours. Your crew understood this but still get annoyed when you start avoiding the ship.

🐚Over time you start avoiding the ocean and staying in the city, even if it was risky for you. Talking to that fish has just been so tiring and it hurts you so much watching his heart break when you leave.

🐚The the flood came.

🐚You were in your house when it started to rain. Then the rain fell harder and the lightning struck. Then there was a knock at your door.

🐚You walk over and open it, not expecting to see him. The water floods into your house as he flops towards you.

🐚You try walk step back but the water knocks you over. You try to scoot away or sit up but Keigo tops you, his tail holding you down.

🐚Although the position was intimate, you dont think he didnt make any move to mate with you.

🐚You try to break free but that only upsets him. His tail grips around your legs and tightens.

🐚He babbles expectantly and gets upset when you dont respond. His tail grips even tighter.

🐚After a moment he decides he had enough. You supposed he was tired of being out of the water but maybe you were wrong. He starts dragging you off through the water. You flail but he interrupted this as you trying to swim.

🐚Eventually you two make it to the ocean and upon arriving he promptly throws you into the water.

🐚He stays on the dock and watches you try to stay afloat intrigued. You weren't the best swimmer so it wasnt that graceful.

🐚He soon slips into the water and grabs onto you. He wraps his eel body around your legs and pins your arms to your side as you slowly sink. Your head sinks underwater and you cry from him to stop, water filling your lungs.

🐚Then you hear him.

🐚His voice even more beautiful than his song, even more intoxicating, even more hypnotizing.

🐚His gentle voice slowly lulls you into a trance. A trance so deep that you dont notice the qater filling your lungs and sharp pain in your legs as they snap.

🐚The last few air bubbles escape you as the ocean slowly slips away. The last thing you feel as your body goes numb from the cold water is his face nuzzling your neck.

🐚"Now you belong to the ocean and me forever."

Honestly this au could go so many different directions but I chose the simplest in my opinion mainly because I wanna write a short story/scenario for this and dont wanna spoil anything! Anyway thank you and I hope you have an amazing day!

Kiby~💚

[captkirkland]

so i dont write stuff on tumblr very often cause im embarrassed about my writing but i got a drabble in mind based off of something else i wrote (tw for drowning but he’s fine. its fine) ~

Water pelts the deck of the ship below Arthur's boots, angry as it beats and batters the sails. He can hardly even hear himself over the whistling wind and the sharp, stinging rain, and he knows how loudly he must be yelling to his other crew members. Where even are they..? He's not got a clue, but the storm the ship's sailing through makes the main mast creak and groan with wooden fatigue. 

Every ear-piercing cry threatens its eventual snap. God, where the hell is everyone?! Have they all lost their minds, there's no way anyone's asleep below deck like this! Arthur doesn't think about it any longer than that, he's got to loosen the ropes and lower the sails, which by God is a lot easier said than done. The Captain sloshes through water that's up to his knees, it and the wind both doing their damnedest to push him down. He's soaked to the bone, and colder than ice, but he can't stop. Or rather, he wont. They're nowhere near land, and if this mast--or any other for that matter--breaks everyone on board is promised to the sea and her hunger. It feels like ages before Arthur reaches the mast, grabbing the ropes around both of his hands and his wrists, just so he can pull with all of his might. Bad form, he knows, as the ropes feel like they burn into his skin from their excruciating protests, but that wont keep the man from pulling the sails closed. 

Inching and inching and inching, the ocean soaked sails are so heavy even they object their movement against the angry wind-- this is a job meant for many men, not one. The only thing Arthur's got on his side is the fact that he's a not a simple man. He’s a damned country, and with burning green eyes he yanks the ropes as taut as they can be, twisting them about a hold to keep them there. Steady. There's another though, the foresail needs to be closed too lest the ship just start spinning off course in the storm. Obviously his body screams for him to stop, but the deep mix of emotions in England’s chest push him through it. Those hardly ever make it out of him in the best of ways, and this isn’t exactly an exception either, but that’s beyond the point. He’s got to make it out of this, not just for himself, but for everyone else in the world he needs to see after. The crew can receive a stern talking to later, but this situation is now way beyond that which could be quelled by reason, or even by shouting. All he can do is rely on himself now. Arthur pushes through the water, which smacks and beats at his thighs as the wind pushes at him from what feels like all angles just to keep him from reaching the foremast. But something wraps itself around his leg in the sea that angrily invites itself aboard like its trying to flood the place. Is it a rope? Arthur can’t particularly tell, but he moves to drag his foot out of it with a loud grunt of effort as he trips starboard towards the bowsprit despite the effort. It takes everything he has not to be swept away, grabbing his arms around the mast he’s reached, fingers slipping against the slick wood. If he weren’t smarter, he’d think the ocean wanted him to fail. But he is smarter.. and it still seems that way.

There’s curses as Arthur chokes against the salty water, the howling of the situation much too loud to even hear himself. Maybe that, or he’s gone deaf and the only sound that wants to meet his ears is the voice of God yelling in anger for the misdeeds of himself and others. Who really knows, and who really even bloody cares at this point?! Gritting his teeth, Arthur digs his nails into the ropes around the base of the foremast as he drags himself to his feet, and wraps the coarse sail ropes around his arms again. He heaves out in effort, pulling against the way the waves want to drag him, he’s got to pull back, not to the side. The waters all rushing to the right, but he digs his heels into the small cracks in the flooring beneath him, tugging back… and back.. and back... until finally he’s gone far enough. Upon reaching the next hold, Arthur wraps the rope around it so tight he can feel the muscles in his entire body burn from the effort of it all. Once he’s done, he looks around the ship for what he has to do next, but catches himself blindsided instead. A giant crate caught adrift in the water on the deck comes careening from his left side while he’s looking right, and it smacks directly into him, the momentum of it pushing Arthur over with enough force to drive him in the fearsome strength of the Eddy that’s been forming across the ship this entire time. It pulls him into its current, Arthur for once feeling so much less like a country and so much more like a man who can hardly save himself as it throws him overboard. First there’s nothing but the air and its chill.. and then there’s nothing but water and its even bitterer cold. He can’t breathe. He can’t swim. What the hell kind of pirate can’t swim!? Arthur’s never been able to, and his arms feel so tired and witless against the storming sea. Everything’s dark, salty, and nigh frozen... and he still can’t breathe. Is he choking? Is he dying? Is this what dying genuinely feels like? It’s horrifying. How many times do humans go through this? Once. He’s gone through “death” before in the past, but at least then he always knew he’d open his eyes again. He knew he’d feel his heart beating again. This is so much worse, all he can see is the filtered moonlight through the deepest darkness he’s ever witnessed.. and all of its closing in around him as his hand reaches upwards. And he still can’t breathe. Arthur wakes with a start suddenly, having fallen asleep at his desk again, surrounded in papers and pens that’ve fallen to the ground by now. His breath is so uneven, and he falls over out of his chair, like he should be trying to kick and swipe his hands. It isn’t till he’s on the ground and holding himself that he genuinely realizes he’s simply on the floor in his apartment, the clock ticking softly in the background like nothing happened. God, his throat burns, his wrists sting, and it’s still so hard to breathe. Arthur’s chest heaves as he tries to recall everything that just happened, panic rising in his chest in a manner he can’t help but despise. Its then that the thought races across the front of his mind that thinks he might be having a panic attack or something. This is so stupid! It was just a dream, what on Earth is this happening to him for? His heart feels as if its running laps in his chest, like a frightened rabbit trying to escape a hungry wolf that doesn’t even exist anymore, and hasn’t for hundreds of years at this point. Clammy, sweaty hands find the embroidered seat of a wooden chair as he pushes himself up to his feet against his body’s better judgement, like he’s forcing himself to be fine in the face of his own failings. Well, not just like, he is doing that really.  But then the phone rings, and the loud sound nearly sends England to the ceiling of his own office. “Fucking Christ,” he curses to himself, mumbling the words as he rubs the front of his face before dragging both hands down. Soon, he reaches over the desk for his phone and swipes it up into his hand. With a bit of fumbling from fingers that wont stop shaking, he answers the call. “Hello?” “Oh, Alfred, what is it?” “Hah, of course you’d want something like that.. yes, I can bring it by rather soon.” “Mhm.” “Really, is that so?” “Baffling.” “And how are you beyond that?” “That’s very nice, yes, I’m fine as well. Had a bit of a nap, I’m about to put on the afternoon tea, you really should come by my house soon so I can share a bit.” “Ahh.. of course, deal with that first then.” “Mhm, see you soon, goodbye.” He hangs up the phone, clicking the red button after a try or two, just letting it fall back down to the table with a sigh. At least getting something for Alfred done always takes his mind off of things, he can’t help but think of the American instead. God bless him, he doesn’t even know what he does.

[thenextbesttime]

I'm a few days late posting this...very true to form. But, I have been making a conscious effort to not reach for my phone every time something happens so you know what....fuck that. I am posting this right when I'm supposed to. Yeah!

To preface this, I am the mother of a wonderful 6 year old daughter. She is goofy and spunky and very headstrong in the best way. I do my best to be the best mom I can be but as many parents know, the pressures of work, keeping up a home, and just general adulting can leave us a bit overwhelmed. Which inevitably bleeds into how we interact with our children.

In addition to this, I had what many people would call a difficult childhood and had to grow up fast. Couple that with parental figures who weren't always the most emotionally available or present...I don't have the greatest foundation of understanding what a "normal" happy childhood looks like. So, trying to give that to my own child comes with some challenges. But I keep going and get better day by day! Because in this house, we're all about breaking cycles and stepping away from generational trauma. ✊🏼

To get into it though...I chose 'yes' for a day. And it was so beautiful. Genuinely the best day I have experienced in recent memory where I laid my head down at the end of it and felt wholeheartedly GOOD.

We started our day at a local farmers market that had vendors and food trucks. And when my daughter begged for a shaved ice before lunch - I said yes. Usually I'd tell her no....it's too sugary, too messy, you need to eat something first (while planning our getaway before we ever made it back around) to avoid the inevitable sticky mess to follow. But not this time. I said sure, helped her flood the tiny cup with as many colors of syrup flavoring as we could, and she was over the moon. So simple. And even better...there was no mess that I had dreaded. Why did I worry about it so much?

Then, I took her swimming. Not one of those 'swim for an hour then you're done' kind of days. Or one of those 'you go play, mom's relaxing' kind of days. You know, where you stand at the edge of the water and warn the consequences of splashing you while you zone out cycling the internal mental load of motherhood instead of actually relaxing. No. This day....I played. Really played. I jumped in instead of easing into the water. I watched every twirl and trick she showed off for me. I let her splash me in the face without reproach and splashed her back for good measure. I swam underwater, carried her piggyback around and around, raced her across the pool. For FOUR HOURS. And honestly....it was FUN. Not just for her. I had FUN. WE had fun together. Why don't I do this more? Because I'm too old? Too tired? Don't want to get my hair wet?

Afterwards, we came home and I let her paint like she had been begging me to do all week. I tell myself it's too much of a hassle, I dont want to deal with cleanup, etc. etc. But I did it and you know what? It really wasn't. But in my head it always seems like such an ordeal so I tell her "not today" or "another time". WHY. She was so happy to just sit and mix her colors and paint at the counter while I made dinner. Why dont I let her do this more often?!?!

When she finished painting we had planned on going for a walk (bike ride for her) but it started raining. So I told her we would walk another time. But as I stood looking out the window I just thought...is it really gonna hurt for us to get wet? So I called her and told her to get her shoes on, we're going to go anyways. She was stunned. She kept asking if I was sure...she was so thrown off by this sudden disregard for the normal "rules" and felt obligated to remind me that I should put my usual kibosh on it. But as I herded her out the door her face lit up. And when I told her to ride through every single puddle along the way so she could make a big splash....man, it was like Christmas. And I damn near cried in the middle of the street watching how thrilled she was, squealing and laughing as she stuck her legs straight out and flew through those puddles. The ones I usually remind her endlessly to stay away from because she'll get muddy and dirty. I will never forget that laughter. I even jumped in some puddles with her for what, as far as I can remember, was the very first time.

I put her to bed that night and I didn't have that usual pang I get when I close her door of "I could have done better today". I was better. It was the perfect day. I know myself well enough to realize not every day will be like that one. But if I make an effort to have days where I lean into the fun of having a young child, the excitement of play and making a few messes....maybe she'll look back and have that warm fuzzy feeling about her childhood I so desperately want to give her. ❤

[chikkou]

Talk more abt your interests or we're selling you to 1 direction(jk I just like listening to you ramble about things cause you have a lot of cool and indepth opinions)

OH GOD OH FUCK PLEASE DONT SELL ME MOM AAAAAAAAAAAAAA

honestly its SO sweet to ask this and im rly glad u guys dont mind when i ramble about shit no one knows or cares about LMAO... i honestly struggle to reel it in sometimes bc i can just go tf off kdfgd

one hyperfixation i rarely have the opportunity to talk about on here is my lifelong OBSESSION with fairy tales and folklore.. ever since i was a kid ive been in love with all kinds of fairy tales!! im very partial to the brothers grimm because they just collected so many of these stories, but i have a very special love for lesser known ones, and ESPECIALLY the original versions of popular ones bc they tend to be so much more different than people know

for example did u know that in snow white, the apple was the evil queens THIRD attempt to kill snow white? the first two attempts were a corset tied too tightly and a poisoned comb, both of which were thwarted by the dwarves coming home from work like 5 minutes later dgkfjgndf

and did u ALSO know that that story ends with the evil queen being invited to the wedding of snow white and the prince, only for them to force her to dance in red-hot iron shoes until she died?? they really didnt play in those stories LMAO

what i find really fascinating about these kinds of folklore (and this applies to general mythology too) is that a lot of times you can easily tell which stories were originally the same story that got either repurposed or retold with different details, as almost every fairy tale was originally shared orally, and therefore details were changed and/or were forgotten between tellings.

for example, there was a fairy tale i read years ago about a character named buh nansi who was caught stealing from a king and was captured. as the king decided what to do with him, buh nansi begged not to be thrown into the ocean as he could not swim and would surely die. the king decided to throw him into the sea, and buh nansi swam away freely as he told the king that the ocean was his home and hed just set him free.

there was ANOTHER one i read abt a selfish rabbit who refused to help the other animals dig a well, and so was banned from using it. however the rabbit ended up drinking from it anyway, and as punishment, the animals created a wolf out of tar to keep it away. the rabbit first reacts accordingly, but when it tries to talk to the wolf and the wolf doesnt answer, it gets angry at the disrespect and swings at the wolf, causing it to get stuck in the tar. the animals find the rabbit the next day and try to decide what to do with it, so the rabbit begs them not to throw it into the thicket, which they of course do. the thicket catches the tar and sets the rabbit free, and it brags that the thicket is its home before it runs off. sound familiar?

if not, let me spoil it for you - both of these stories are more modernly associated with the uncle remus br’er rabbit fairy tales (these were some of my favorites as a kid). the br’er rabbit story is that br’er fox, who is br’er rabbits enemy, wants to capture him, so he sets up a tar doll (or tar baby; incidentally, this is a VERY racist term now LMAO) in the road to trap him. br’er rabbit comes upon the doll and bids it good morning, but the doll (obviously) doesnt answer. br’er rabbit gets angry at the disrespect and eventually tries to smack the doll, which of course gets him stuck fast to the tar. br’er fox comes along and grabs br’er rabbit as he decides what to do with him. br’er rabbit begs the fox to do whatever he wants, as long as he does not throw him into the briar-patch (its just thorny brambles basically), which he is deathly afraid of. this of course prompts the fox to throw the rabbit into the brambles, which sets the rabbit free and he escapes while bragging that the briar-patch is his home

all three of these stories are essentially the same tale retold very differently - and, fun fact, “buh nansi” is actually anansi, a trickster god seen in a LOT of west african and caribbean folklore. also, both “br’er” and “buh” mean “brother” (which becomes obvious if u say them out loud LMAO), and are used as terms of respect. br’er rabbit is a little more new than buh nansi and the rabbit story - the uncle remus collection was published originally in the late 1800s, while the other stories have likely persisted for centuries. transparently, br’er rabbit is an amalgamation of these two stories (and probably many others), and was repurposed to fit the environment that the storytellers were in; in this case, they would have been slaves living on southern plantations, thus why the story had to be retold to cut out anansi (a non-christian god). almost every br’er rabbit story i can think of is actually a retelling of a traditional west african fairy tale, updated to suit their circumstances.

its honestly pretty fucking fascinating, and there are quite a few stories that share a lot of commonalities like this if you look! not just the southern folklore either, but pretty much any folklore you can think of dates back much, much farther than you might know. as a quick thing, if youve ever heard of the “firmament” in the bible, that is referring to a layer of water surrounding the earth which was believed to cause rain and, if too much water fell onto the earth, floods. but, if you can believe it, this did NOT originate with the bible - the idea of the firmament is actually a holdover from babylonian mythology, which makes perfect sense as the writers of the bible would have been IN babylon at the time of the firmaments inclusion, and therefore would have been influenced by its own folklore!

ok i can talk about this forever so im gonna stop myself here but like. yeah fairytales and shit are fucking cool LMAO

[transrightsjimin]

on a better note, i slept for 9 hrs in total today!! :D i had 2 rly interesting dreams.

i remembered it well a few hours ago but now it's vague. at any rate it involved some kind of futuristic dystopian city w someone, who sometimes was jimin, as main character? whose POV i saw, and he tried to shoot laser beams at either jake paul or logan paul? idk its one w longer hair. he was the villain and he was like this frustrating one who somehow couldnt be touched / damaged, like made of indestructable steel or smth, and he sort of telekinetically pushed the main character (who at this point was not jm but random just. a POV from someone) away who in effect kept flying backwards further and further, trying to toss energy balls down at logan paul or w/e but bc he moved further away the hero eventually couldnt aim well and was just flying backwards above sea and (this felt more like it was me bc i tried to aim my hand in the dream) i did one more toss of some elrctricity / energy ball, which was so terribly badly aimed that it hit an area near a bay. i mean i couldnt see it bc i saw only sea, but the main character spent either days? months? or years? floating in the ocean bc they were like semi-immortal but also too helpless and dehydrated to swim back.

and once reaching back to the shore, they discovered that a building for a ferry to the city had been partially destroyed and flooded under water (bc of their last energy ball explosion thing hit). in one damaged building that was flooded, there was a teen sitting in the corner grumpily and it seemed the main character recognized them from before they left. the guy from the ferry apparently lost his wife due to the disaster and the protagonist tried to console him and held a hand on his back and it felt ironic bc they ( i???) themself caused this tragedy. the city itself was mostly not flooded and seemed to do a lot better. idk what happened w the paul villain guy bc i didnt see him in the rest of the dream, unless he was that villain near the end.

also bangtan was in that city, living in a bright fun multi-coloured dorm thingy and they were in a polyamorous relationship and i dont remember much from them in the dream for the rest but im always happy to see them in dreams lol. (i have had a particular dream at least twice where i saw them performing in a super downward sloping underground concert hall cave thing, but i didnt attend it irl in the dream, only saw it like a ghost looking back? anyway)

and there was a part to a dream, or maybe a second dream, where some kind of entity that was huge and had claws, a bit like a mole maybe, but it doesmt dig deep, maybe just a human w supernatural powers, but its appearance wasnt specific and i kept making it up. and it would try to hurt ppl, esp the protagonist, so they tried to hide within a sort of factory (hidden behind some shops) w steam and water and it had like metal bars around water tanks, that ppl could hide in and it apparently would protect u. there were also unidentifiable former primary or high school classmates of mine in there. i wanted to hide in that space but it was too crowded according to some official so i / main character moved into the next room, where they took a carriage w clothes and an old person they had w them tried to hide underneath those clothes, but later on that person wasnt there anymore. i think my dreams r like this bc im just so forgetful. anyway i tried to find a place to hide but i was insude some kind of healthcare building apparently and made up a lie to some nurses who introduced themselves to me and asked me why i didnt wear my work uniform and who i was, and i kept going w the carriage w clothing and i tried to figure out where to leave those clothes so i at least pretended to do my job, but the room and facility numbers were kind of confusing bc w either way i interpreted it, i ended up at small rooms w nothing but a small indoor swimming pool and i didnt think it made sense to dump dry clothes there.

WAIT i also just remembered another dream i had last night, where there was a hugealien chicken(?) (like lets say 30 meters high) in a building of a school, and it was about to have baby chicks but instead of eggs it got pink slime on the floor which young offspring would arise from. and the chicken was rly agitated and tried to move around, possibly soon try to break through walls and wreck stuff, so me / main character and friend tried to evacuate high school(?) students in the school building directly next to it and direct them to the exits but also by telekenisis, like we sort of pushed them out the classes through the exit by mind powers sgxgkdkgdgk

i think that chicken was prob what tried to then proceed to go after them in the paragraph i described before that one.

[oh-theatre]

Livin’ It Up: Chapter 1

Chapter title: An Abrupt Beginning

A/N: Me ? Hating every single thing I write?? BUT OFC GOD I HATE THIS SO MUCH IT SUCKS AHAHA. Im so frustrated, I couldnt get Logans end rant to work and its stupid and I just hate everything i hate this i hate my writing hnnng. Can you believe i took an ok concept and and FUCKED IT UP

words: 2614

summary: Roman throws yet another party, and his only true hope for the night is someone to show up. Patton finds himself disturbed, and Logan needs to stop drinking. 

pairings: Eventual logicality, eventual prinxiety, eventual demus, eventual Moceit (Which then goes back to Logicality and Demus)

warnings: Swearing, alcohol, underage drinking, drinking, parties, kissing, throw up

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“Thank you, for coming to this party with me” Virgil repeats once more, combing through his hair for the fifteenth time. Patton chuckles from his bed, neatly sitting as he flips through his book, writing down notes in his book. “Have I mentioned thank you?” Virgil jokes, Patton nods, biting his lip as he crosses through a difficult section.

“The golgi apparatus provides transportation-”

“Pat! Shouldn't you be getting ready?” Virgil turns to him, the cheerleader stops chewing the end of his pencil, a sweet smile as he shrugs. He closes his books, stacking them neatly on his shelf, everything organized. Once his homework is tucked away into the right folders and his pencils are safely back in his pencil case he moves to the mirror.

“I'm good to go” He says flopping back to his bed, Virgil scoffs. “Virge, these parties aren't anything formal. As long as you've got your phone, clothes and a swimsuit you're good” Patton assures, Virgil nods sitting on the bed, his shoes lacing as he hums. Patton adds his final bow, putting his boots comfortably on. “Ready?” He questions, Virgil sighs patting his jeans.

“I guess”

~~~

“Hey sorry Cindy you mind if i borrow Logan?” Roman taps on the girls shoulder, she sighs pulling away from Logan's mouth. He waves her off grumpily following Roman into the kitchen. “What's that? Third one tonight?” Roman teases, setting up the snacks

“Fourth” He corrects picking his teeth. “Carter, Fiona, Marty and Cindy” He sits on the stool, stirring his drink, the remaining ice clinking delicately.  Roman wants to push but fears a drunken argument before his gathering so allows Logan to pour himself more of whatever murky drink he had been guzzling down. “Mm, why must we have these soirees” Logan mumbles, spinning around.

“Its a party Logan, i've been attending and hosting them for ages!” Roman argues, he sighs finally finishing his set up. “Look just dont make out with too many people, I don't need a million girls crying at me at the end of the night because they thought you were the one”

“They know im gay right?” He sips, adjusting his glasses.

“Do you know youre gay?” Roman retorts, a glare is his gift in return.  “Why do you do it then?” Roman inquires, moving the pair through the already bustling house.

“Its fun” Logan shrugs, Roman pauses snickering as he carries the chips. “Not fun, but its something to do. Mind numbing and does not require actual intellect” Logan slumps on the couch almost instantly finding himself lip to lip with yet another poor and emotional victim. Roman rolls his eyes walking away from the mess. The door continues to open as more people file in, soon the familiar scent of alcohol and booze fill the air and Roman finds himself taking the tiniest sips from his own drink. With every creak of the door, the slightest hope lights up the man.

Come on

Just walk through the door

Please

~~~

“Do I drink, do I get a drink, what do I do? I got this” Virgil rambles, Patton chuckles, shaking his head. Closing the door behind him he guides Virgil into the kitchen, serving him a club soda. He takes it, almost finishing the entire thing, the sweat dripping his anxiousness for miles. “Thanks, ugh why am i here”

“Because I invited you” Roman chimes in, Virgil practically chokes back his drink, being rescued by Patton. “I'm really glad you're here Virge” Roman smirks, Virgil nods through his ever increasing reddened face. His eyes land on Patton, a slight regret but a neutral respect is shared with a nod.

“Ill be by the pool if you need me” Patton whispers, taking his leave, into the rioting house.

“How are you?” Virgil decides, Roman closes the door behind them chuckling as he closes the distance. “That's not an answer” His nerves seem to calm as his ‘radiant’ sarcasm takes place. Somehow his annoyance for Roman returned, his defenses lifted. “Nice house, mind giving me a tour?” He dances out from the ever closing gap Roman entraps him in, a slight scoff of amusement but the teen obliges.

“Well this is the kitchen, an original model and renovated around 5 years ago” Roman demonstrates, Virgil nods finding it actually quite interesting. A serenity falling over him as he takes this moment to breathe. “Over here is the hallway, leading into an assortment of rooms” He explains, Virgil identifies a name plastered on each. “You've got the bathroom, an office and our library still in its original condition from 1875” He hopes to impress the young teen. Knowing Logan, when he was still fresh, found the room the most enchanting thing.

“And where's your room?” Virgil teases, knowing this apartment was enormous in its own right.

“Upstairs” Roman replies, Virgil bites his tongue. Upstairs, god this apartment was huge. “And downstairs we have the pool and some storage. Nobody really uses the pool to be honest. Mostly people seem to hang out in the living room or-”

“The other living room?” Virgil points as they come into yet another opening, flashing lights, loud screeches and many drunken dancers. Roman and him share an amused laugh.

“Care for a dance?” Roman nudges, Virgil scoffs, taking yet another sip of his drink. Finding the teen to be serious he can't help but allow this to fuel his laughter more.

“Me? Dance? Oh that's not the issue...it's dancing with you..” Virgil carries on, Roman rolls his eyes dragging him onto the floor. Slow but upbeat movements take place and...what's this? Is Virgil having...fun?

~~~

The light splashes and ripples of waves as Patton let his feet dangle felt calming. No part of him missed the chaos upstairs, sure freshman year this kind of thing was at least slightly intriguing. But the parties and the drinking grew tiresome and well...annoying. At least now he knew his way around, no one went near the pool, it restricted them.

So, with his bubbling soda by his side, and his book in hand he just sat. It was almost peaceful, the moon found its way through the window, the muffled sounds of music were present and the water felt cool to the touch, reminding him he was there.

“Are you reading?” A slurred voice requests, Patton squints up watching Logan tumble into the space. His feet repeating a crass and heavy movement.

“Are you tap dancing?” Patton hides his giggle. Logan shrugs dropping what seems to be his hundredth red solo cup of the night. Roman makes it a point to never give him glass ones or anything fancier seeing as his tendency to well...destroy grows heavy.

“Trying to” he continues, practically falling over himself, the pool and him soon to become very familiar. “Why are you reading at a party, it's a party or a social gathering and while reading is generally an enjoyable activity it deems itself unsocial and a bore when surrounded by peers and other things to spark your brain” He rambles, Patton forgot how fast the teen could talk. Logan had not been to debate in awhile. “Captain of the cheerleading squad, I would presume this is exactly your type of event” Logan staggers forward a bit more.

“Observant” Patton mumbles, returning his focus to his book, flipping through the pages happily.

“I mean I did happen to notice some of your team was present” Logan continues, Patton nods.

“Yes, I saw you and Brianna grow very close, I think a spring wedding” Patton jokes, Logan furrows his brows clearly scanning his already jumbled brain for the person in question. “Red head, wearing the green sweater and jeans” Patton reminds, Logan snaps a flash of excitement.

“Ah yes! She was fun, well okay, better than most people I suppose.” He sighs, finally finding himself a ground, he breathes. “I want to swim, so with my capable body and sane mind I shall” He deems, Patton looks up catching Logan as he removes his shirt. Now Patton wasn't invisible and he wasn't one to deny that Logan was well...fit. Hearing the splash as Logan falls into the pool he returns to his book. The water makes a plethora of noises, moving around the pool growing close to Patton. “You're intelligent” Logan pops up, Patton's gaze moves to him. He's closer now, fiddling with the water around him.

“Thank you?” Patton wonders, its random but he thinks its a compliment.

“Straight A’s, you skipped your junior year” Logan lists, Patton knows all this but he hums along, no harm in listening. “Captain of the cheerleading squad, student council president and vice president to the drama cabinet” Logan moves closer, Patton finally understands.

“So this is how you do it?” Patton kicks a tiny bit, the water flicks melting back into the pool. “You root out their accomplishments, find yourself impressed and then suddenly head over heels for you” He laughs, Logan hates the weird sense that floods him as the delicate sound sweeps the room.

“Photographic memory” Logan shrugs, leaning back as his hair washes over, drooping with thick water. He advances, curious as Patton continues to neglect him and read his book. “Im not wrong am i?” Patton shrugs, his eyes averting Logans prominent gaze. “Why dont you get in the pool? Why come down to read and sit with your feet in the water when your body could be submerged, are you so bored?” Logan pushes

“Just here for a friend” Pattons short and quick responses bother Logan, something about their manner itches him. He moves closer, finding himself close enough to feel the warmth upon his tingling skin.

“What, may I ask, are you reading?” Logan inquires, peeking over. He attempts to take the book, the world was his to own, why should this book be any different. Patton pulls away and soon the pair commence in a playful game, Patton tugs his book away as Logan fears no boundaries and continues to close the space between them. Grabbing as fast as he can to try and see what might be so much more interesting then Logan himself. Finally it slows and the pair eyes lock, Pattons arms retire and his body relaxes allowing a mutual agreement to both move closer and lock lips with one another.

He couldn't deny that the hype is not valid, he was a good kisser.

But even with Logan's hands meeting his own, and the perfect way this felt…

This wasn't Patton.

He pulls away, resting his hand on Logan's chest. A tender but bittersweet look to a pouting Logan.

“Sorry Moreno, but I'm not going to be one of those girls or boys” He smirks. The shock runs from Logan's face quickly as he pretends to fall hurt back into the pool. Patton stands finding the clock has run its course, and the night comes to a close. Gathering his things, stepping over Logan's mess, with no looking back he makes his way upstairs.

~~~

“Did you atleast have a bit of fun?” Roman hopes, Virgil and him having reconvened in the kitchen.

“When you were not stepping on my feet?” Virgil teases, pouring himself a much needed glass of water. “Yeah I had fun.” He rests, giving a somewhat anxious Roman a reason to breathe. They seemed to keep their proximity to one another, Virgil leans comfortably on the counter.

“Well good…” Roman whispers, not really paying attention as hes much more focused on the small details placed around Virgil's face. The sweet dimple of his sarcastic smirk, the poorly hidden under bags sleeping below his stormy and ebony eyes. The soft yet controlled way he kissed him-

Hold on…

They pull away both utterly confused by how this night had proceeded.

“You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that…” Roman fiddles with Virgil's hand, ignoring the sweat from both.

“Me too” He smiles under his gloom “I think we’re just drunk” Virgil searches for an excuse, he knows the reality. He's been around long enough.

“I'm not drunk, are you?” Romans voice remains soft, Virgil shakes his head. The only drink he had consumed was club soda and water, both becoming aware as they push on his bladder. “I've had a moderate amount of drinks” Roman cant talk apparently, his ability to communicate normally and with his typical charm had clearly left him. Disappointed at his failed attempts.

“I should go” He decides, Patton appearing in the doorway only furthering that choice. Roman pulls away, biting his lip as he nods. “Thanks for inviting me”

“Thanks for coming” He replies, turning to Patton “Both of you” Feeling Virgil slip away, joining Patton. With a timid smile and wave he watches them link arm, rest tired heads and disappear.

~~~

“Are you going to help clean up or sit there and threaten to throw up?” Roman bites, exhausted he organizes and cleans up the remains of his celebration. Logan groans, his head pounding wanting nothing less then to be useless and contain almost zero information.

“He was different, and I don't understand why or how but he was. He was witty and he said no.” Logan begins, Roman yawns knowing what course this was setting him upon. “But I like him and not just I need to win over him but truly like him. I don't like this feeling, but it wasn't a done deal” He speaks, his words making no sense worrying Roman. “I kissed him, kissed him, and I do that. I truly do. I find some brief and fulfilling satisfaction from performing such an action but when he decided against it I felt not..that” Roman nods, processing his vague and ranting words. “Its not that hes cliche and that hes different but it was, he didn't care, this wasnt a game to him or some quick fling or an experimentation it was nothing” He scrambles hard for an explanation, all this thinking hurting his frail state. “I don't know what I feel, I don't understand and I don't enjoy that. I like understanding, I do, I know things, I'm smart, I got it..” This was Romans cue as soon as the self-doubt and irrationality set in, Logan needed to shut down for the evening. “I don't know what I'm talking about, who was it...Patty? Marlene...maybe Connor” he ponders, his trail of thought gone.

“Your fathers coming home tomorrow, we should get you rested and ready for his meeting” Roman reminds, leading a hyper and ranting Logan to his room. He moans as he falls to the bed.

“I loathe the idea of my father returning, I wish not to see him or meet with him. Its the same thing as always, and I don't mind, I've accepted my path but why must I be continued to be reminded of my lack of freedom and set future. I don't care, I have no qualms but to have to constantly be pushed further sparks a rebellious thought in me and I wish-

“I will smother you with my pillow Logan” Roman interjects “Go to sleep, you'll be back to your normal, cold, and uncaring self in the morning” Logan rolls over, clutching to the pillow beside him “Nothing will matter and you'll have become familiar with at least three new people by noon” Roman decides

“Mm...I very much hope you are correct in your predicament” And with his final words Logan falls into a deep sleep. Roman after much cleaning, passes out in his own manner, sprawled on his bed, hating the night and the way it went.

[mellohyi]

wooowowowoo i miss summer camp so much

like this is my second year without going and as much as it sucked i loved it

there is a large rant about the place and like every single living detail i remember about it under the cut (is that the right phrase to use for this idk)

like the big field with the train tracks next to it and the beehives on one edge. i miss throwing a frisbee for my few friends there and laughing when i would get it stuck in a tree or they would throw it and it would go so far away. and i miss jumping on the trampoline and getting so pissed off (jokingly) at the dudes spending like 10 decades on it and because i was the only british person there they would be somewhat scared of me? so i would literally stare at them somewhat angrily and with my shitty latvian accent complain about how long they are taking and they would get off LMAO it only worked on the dudes younger than me but it worked... and the basketball on the small court !!! :D im not good at like,, throwing ball type games tbh? but like this court was magical because like 9/10 i would actually get it in and score a point and i loved how,, rapid (?) the games were like if you failed to get it in at a certain point you would be out and you had to get it in to stay in the game !!

and i remember the lake!!! it had a lot of those thingies.. oysters? idk i googled it and thats what they looked like. i can still remember the feeling of them and they were sharp LMAO and there was a zipline thing you could go on and it would take you to the middle of the lake and you could jump into it from there. and there was a game we played where we would be in two teams and then we would send a person down the zipline and if they fell in we would all have to do i think 10? pushups and it was fun cheering on people from the small platforms next to the zipline !! and we used to build a sorta dodgy looking sauna using some planks of wood and a big blue tarp that was held down by some rocks and we would collect sticks to make a fire with and then we would go sit in it and just talk and chill in the sauna. not everyone wanted to go, understandably considering iirc i put it off the first year i went but then tried it the next and loved it, so there was enough room for all of us to comfortable sit and even lie down on the log benches !! and we even had like,, bay leaf sticks with the leaves on it and stuff and we would dunk them into a bucket of water and then gently hit someone who was lying down as a like,,, relaxation thing? and it was so nice and it smelt SO GOOD it smelt like wood and grass and nature and it was sweet in a savoury way and i miss the smell so much just thinking about it. like you could literally smell the bay leaves because of the water evaporating after you take it out the bucket. and the hot air was so much harder to breathe when you stood up and it felt thicker and the air lower to the ground was cool so when you found it hard to breathe you would basically stick your head onto the grass to get a bit of cool and it felt so good !! and we would take breaks to drink water and pour cold water on ourselves or we would go into the lake though the last time i went a lot of the lake had dried up D: but its okay because i still have good memories with the lake when it wasnt like that. once during the sauna we went in the lake after and the sky was so clear like i could see all the stars and i could see the big dipper and it was just so beautiful. i even used the zipline to get into the lake that time as well and it was just so magical. i was kinda like,, sleepy (?) so i kinda was just not fully there so it was like so much cooler because i didnt feel real during it and it was just amazing.

omg and the activities we would do. we went on a hike in a forest and it was SO COOL like we would have to go climb up the steep hill that separated the field area and the train tracks and we would literally go onto the train tracks and at the time there wasnt any trains so we got to literally touch the tracks and we would go into the forest and IT WAS SO COOL like the light came in at a perfect angle and it was so pretty and we would pick blueberries and aaaaaaaa it was so amazing !! and we would split up and walk to an area to play some games using the trees and it was amazing. and also we would just do sports games using the field but also we went BIKING!!!! they had so many bikes for the people who didnt bring their own and we would go on the bikes and cycle to some sand dunes literally like 5 minutes away from the place and climb up them and jump and stuff and we carved tic tac toe grids into the stable parts and played and it was so fun AND I LITERALLY SAW A LIZARD CLIMB UP ONE OF THE EDGES INTO THE GRASS LMAO and we also cycled to a lake

this one to be exact!! and we would jump off from the small pier thing and swim around back to the edge and it had sand and a slide and it was generally really fun cycling to and from there. i did cause multiple crashes with the bikes while cycling there LMAO mainly because my brain just tends to blow things out of proportion for no reason and like LMAO someone would start coming a bit closer to me and i would panic and stop and then everyone behind me would then have to immediately stop and they would crash into me.. like once i got my cousin to come with me and someone looked like they were gonna go behind my cousin who was in front of me and i panicked because i didnt want to be separated from her so i just stopped because i was panicking too much and everyone behind me crashed into me LMAO and they were all like 'bruuuuh' but anyways it was really fun cycling there because i went past the place my aunt on my mums side got married + the place my uncle on my dads side got married (no they did not marry each other it was separate weddings) !! a few times i didnt go cycling because i just didnt feel good and didnt want to go but it was okay in the end because i was all alone in the cabin and i would just sleep and draw while waiting for them to come back and they would flood in cycling down the small hill that leads to the field and has the bike area and i would just see them from the porch of the cabin and it was cool :D

mMmMmmmmmMMM and the food area !! we would usually sit inside the pizzeria (because the place was also a pizzeria more on that later) and it was fun because we had breakfast, lunch, dinner + a night snack thing (its called naksniņas) and like even though im usually the pickest eater at the camp and they had to make exceptions for me because we werent allowed dessert at lunch unless we ate all our food like i still got to eat a lot lol like there was usually something i could eat even if i couldnt eat all of it and the juice was so nice and ngl i kinda liked being on the like,,, duty of having to set up before the meals + clean up after because getting all the stuff and setting it up was just so peaceful and calm and i loved it and mmmmsmsmsmsmsm it was so cool and THE NIGHT SNACK THING WAS LITERALLY THE BEST it was practically dessert for dinner but right before bed + we would do an activity after dinner before it !! i talked to my dad and figured out the spelling of the word because im not that good at latvian atm and mmmm . also like we would have tea and it was so good !! we would also have a small snack like a biscuit or cereal bar and it was so nice good way to end the day :D

i also lost an entire waterbottle there dont ask how

the cabins were nice because i usually end up on the second floor level thing of it and theres a small window on it !! and a cool ladder to get up to it though its a pain when camp first starts + when it finishes because you have to pack everything up while trying to not hit your head on any of the beams or the slant of the cabin roof and you have to haul everything up and down... other than that its so fun because theres small holes (like,,, really small. cant fit a pen down it) and when the people in the two rooms below that cabin spot are being pisstaking you can pour water down it and they shut up LMAO its really funny because they see the water dripping and get more pissed off and then become less annoying and we used to slip them notes to tell them to shut up LMAO also listened into their convos to be annoying too

anyways to finish off with my favouritest things ever about it. last day we would make pizzas and your family would be there and you could make multiple pizzas ! i usually made one for my parents / family and then one for myself and my sister because we r really picky and dont like cheese . and it was so fun and the pizzas were SO GOOD and i share the other pizza thats not mine with my family because i hate cheese and they are happy too. i also love the one evening where we cook dinner ourselves i think thats the sauna night as well but omg its so nice we have dough balls to wrap around a stick and asduidfohih its so nice omg i love them so much right because we take the stick and then toast them over a fire and when you do them right its a tiny bit doughy on the inside but a safe amount and its like,, slightly crispy in a good way on the outside so amazing and like you can put stuff in it like cheese and ketchup and stuff but i just eat mine plain and they are so good mmmamMMm and we also have watermelon iirc and it was so good overall like best evening of the camp :)

anyways i love camp and i miss it