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[eggyolkguzzler-archive]

Well thank you Haley!

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I am looking respectfully I swear

[No you aren’t]

I'll be sure to tell her she has impeccable taste.

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As if she doesn't already know that.

Tch!

[storyofmychoices]

klfdjlsdkjf OH MY GOSH!!!!

This is so so so lovely! I love when you write Thomas with Alex (or that one time with me 🙈) Your AUs are AMAZING! I just love it. I was on the edge of my seat and then you left us with the cliff hanger lsdjflskdjf gahhhhh

I will definitely be back with a longer reblog but I couldn't let the day past without saying thank you!!!! You are the loveliest and I adore ou so much!

"The Hollywood Theatre"

Duke of Holly (Thomas Hunt) x Lady Alexandra Spencer (Alex Spencer)

Thomas Hunt, the Duke of Holly, returns to England after years living abroad.

He is outrageously rich and fairly handsome, despite having already passed the thirty-year-old barrier. Among the ton was a universally accepted truth that a man of his wealth and status should look for a wife. The ton tried to tempt him; however, neither debutantes nor spinsters nor widows seemed to please him. In fact, he rarely appears at social events.

According to gossip, the fault lay with a French opera singer named Yvonne, whom he had followed all over the world and who broke his heart by marrying an American merchant.

Only one thing seemed to spark any kind of passion in him: the opera.

In a great declaration of love for that art, he buys the old "Wood Theatre" in London, restoring it. The newspapers dubbed it "The Hollywood Theatre".

Determined to make his theatre a reflection of "The Palais Garnier", the duke hires artists from all over the world, administering it with rigour and discipline. Of all the rules, there's one he's especially strict about: romance, only on stage. Falling in love behind the scenes was a cardinal sin for him.

However, his biggest dream was not yet fulfilled. He had been composing an opera for years - "The Last Duchess". It was finally ready, but there was a major problem - none of the singers he had met so far were the "Duchess" he had imagined on those many sleepless nights.

Despite being told that his criteria were impossible to meet, Thomas was determined to find her, even if it was the last thing he did in his life.

Escaping an arranged marriage and family expectations, Lady Alexandra Spencer arrives in London with a single dream - to become the prima donna.

When she read in the newspaper that "The Hollywood Theatre" was looking for new singers, Alexandra felt it was a sign.

After two days in line, it was finally her turn. Despite being a mess, exhausted from the waiting and the nerves, Alexandra took a leap of faith and changed her repertoire at the last minute, risking everything with “Armide”

Immediately recognizing the opera, Thomas was about to order her to stop. That was a very difficult opera. A girl like her would never make it. It was blasphemy. Notwithstanding, contrary to his first instinct, the Duke listened to her until the end.

She made some mistakes, had some mistakes typical of a beginner, but she sang with an emotion and intensity that touched his soul.

So, to the astonishment of everyone at the theatre, Thomas not only hired her but also gave her the role of the 'Duchess'.

Despite her natural talent, Alexandra lacked the refinement of a diva that the Duke of Holly idealized. Because of her stubbornness in correcting certain so-called "defects", Thomas took charge of the mission to become Alexandra the perfect prima dona.

However, as he learns about Lady Alexandra, or 'Alex' as she insists on being called (despite him finding it a ridiculous name), the Duke of Holly realizes that they are precisely her apparent flaws that make her unique and special among all other singers... and among all other women.

During the intensive months of rehearsals, Alex discovered that behind the mask of the demanding and rational man, there is a sweet and kind heart that rivals any romantic protagonist in operas.

Refusing to be just Thomas' platonic love, Alex prepares to leave London and move to Paris at the invitation of the new director of the " The Palais Garnier", Victor Montmartre.

Will the Duke of Holly follow his heart? Or will he play it safe and spend the rest of his days just living the loves sung in operas?

Dear, @storyofmychoices

I hope you like these silly Thomas and Alex AU headcanons.

They are incredible, and I never get tired of hearing from them. Only someone as special as you could have created them.

[theartoflovingthomashunt]

💖I Dream of [Thomas &] Alex 💖

I am BEYOND blown away by this stunning art of my forever OTP Thomas and Alex as Jeannie and Major Nelson from I Dream of Jeannie by the always amazing @callmebeem. I've honestly been squealing and giggling like an idiot since I saw it!

I Dream of Jeannie was my first favorite tv show. Jeannie and Tony were my first OTP (I didn't even know what an OTP was at the time, but I loved them with my entire being). I vividly remember watching the show in Kindergarten and First Grade (on Nick at Night and TVland hehe). I was glued to the tv in complete awe of the magic and wonder and possibility that Jeannie brought. Her joy was absolutely infectious. And with all sitcoms, no matter how bad things were in the episode, things always worked out in the end.

When I was in first grade, I experienced my first trauma. And as a result, I suffered my first bout of depression following that. Jeannie was the only thing that could even make me hint at a smile for a long time. I know that looking back at the show, it has a lot of flaws and is not something that could ever air today, but I didn't see any of that. I saw hope and I saw joy and that is what I needed.

I've carried them with me my whole life. I binged the series again over the summer so it felt like the perfect time to commission this art for Thomas and Alex at Halloween.

While I know they have a lot of differences, I love that Thomas and Alex have a little bit of Tony and Jeannie in them. Thomas and Tony both put their career first. It was all that really mattered to them. Until one day, fate brought a little ray of sunshine with just a touch of mischief into their lives to turn everything upside down. And only when they risk losing their ladies do they realize how much more they matter than their career.

Jeannie and Tony saved me when I was younger. Alex and Thomas saved me several years ago, when I didn't think I could go on another day. I found them, and they gave me hope. I can't promise I would be here if it weren't for them, so I am so eternally grateful for finding them and later this fandom.

If you made it this far, thank you. I love you and I appreciate you!

Just a note about the art/Alex's Hair

I know Jeannie has blonde hair (and her "evil" sister has brown). I had considered Alex wearing a wig, but, before Barbra Eden was cast as Jeannie, the studio wanted Jeannie to be a brunette to stand out from Samantha (Bewitched), so I felt it was okay for Alex to keep her hair.

[All Thomas Hunt x Alex Masterlists] [Halex Commission tag]

[omniblades-and-stars]

hate midnight and skin for inonsi :3c

I answered Hate for Insonsi already over here.

Midnight - What keeps Insonsi up at night? What does she have nightmares or fears or anxieties?

Inonsi will probably lie to you and say “No.” She’s got a very blase and relaxed demeanor to uphold, after all. But Insonsi also has an eidetic memory, every terrible thing that ever happened to her she can relive in excruciating, vivid detail. She remembers the color of blood, green, orange, but most importantly of beautiful, deep blue. She remembers the way the sound of cheap off brand boots slamming on concrete set her teeth on edge and made her heart race. She remembers how she first took a life, but it still wasn’t enough to save him.

It’s the smell of spent ozone, the ringing of her ears, and the screaming coming from her own throat that keeps her up at night.

Insonsi doesn’t have many mortal fears, very little anxiety. It’s the memories that do her in.

Skin - How comfortable is Insonsi in her own skin? Does she struggle to grapple with the parts of her that are small, weak or just plain horrible? Is she able to acknowledge it at all.

Inonsi is irritatingly confident. Especially about her appearance and physical capability. And she truly has almost no shame. She’s beautiful, she’s interesting, and she steals things too, so what of it? After Tertus’ death, she went through a period of “coping” with the loss and the guilt that she didn’t save him (and in a smaller part the guilt of taking lives, she had never done that before). And by coping, I mean she would take some Halex and go clubbing when it all got too much to handle.

Eventually, she was able to move past the fact that she couldn’t have stopped his murder, and that if she had not killed the gangers shooting at them, she would have died too. But it doesn’t keep the memories from creeping in as I referenced above.

[simscognito]

Just some random Halex pics. The kitty at the bottom is Alex’s cat, Monka. XD

[storyofmychoices]

RCD Drabble - Thomas x Alex

Happiest of birthdays, Dani!! I hope you are having an absolutely beautiful day @storyofmychoices 💕

Warnings & A/N: None.

She still wondered at her life, their life together. It was everything she had ever dreamed of. Yet, the demands of their jobs, the demands of Hollywood, wore on them. It was so hard to keep that dream alive some days when he was half a world away and both were exhausted beyond measure.

It had been, what? Two weeks since they had seen each other for longer than ten minutes as they lay in their beds, thousands of miles apart, and she fell asleep while talking too late at night for her and too early in the morning for him.

He was exhausted, she could see it, she could hear it in his voice.

She was exhausted, he could see it, he could here it.

Good evening, he texted her.

Good morning, she reminded him.

Do you have time for a call? he asked.

Not right now. About to shoot that sunrise scene.

She sighed as she looked at the text as the makeup artist put the finishing touches to her face.

Your tomorrow? she asked

I have the shoot at the studio until 9pm. I will call as soon as I can after that.

Okay.

“You okay, Alex?” her hairstylist asked.

“Um what?” Alex wiped a tear from her cheek.

“You only?”

“Oh yeah. I’ll be fine,” she smiled stiffly as the makeup artist gave a small tsk at the offending tear. “Sorry,” Alex whispered.

I love you.

The text flashed on her screen and she smiled..

Love you too.

Three more days and she’d be on a plan home. Hopefully.

She returned to her hotel suite later that night and found flowers and a gift box waiting on the table alongside her dinner.

She sipped on the glass of wine and nibbled the sandwich as she opened the card tucked in the bouquet.

Happy birthday, my love! -T

Had the days really gotten away from her?

She checked her calendar. No, it definitely wasnt her birthday yet. That was nearly a month away.

He never was very good at remembering dates when he got busy. She smiled and setting the card down pulled on the ribbon tied neatly around the box. Opening the cover she found another note resting in side it.

Things I love about you, day one: Your smile that lights up my entire world. No. Your smile that is my entire world.

Tears in her eyes, the post script had her smiling again with a soft chuckle.

And before you accuse me of forgetting your actual birthday. I will be counting the things I love about you each and everyday until your actual birthday.

[maxineswritingcenter]

You Saved Me - Derek Halex fem!reader part 14

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For the first time in a while, I woke up happy. Sure, the situation we were all in was no reason to be happy, but I would take waking up next to Derek over anything. In this moment anyway. 

Derek hummed in his sleep, nuzzling his face into my neck. I smiled, turning my head a little to press a kiss to his cheek. He opened his eyes that seemed to sparkle when he smiled. 

“Good morning.” He mumbled, pulling his arms away and sitting up. I turned on my back and pouted up at him. 

“Someone doesn’t like cuddling in the morning?” 

He got out of bed, getting dressed, “Any other day, yes. But I have something to do this morning.” He threw a shirt in my direction. I caught it, got out of bed and dressed myself. 

“I’ll remember that.” I took off my clothes that I had worn throughout the night and pulled on Derek’s shirt. It was soft cotton and it smelled like him. It was a little big so it would have to be tied with a ponytail holder. I looked over, seeing my jacket hanging up on the back of his door, “Mind tossing me my jacket?” He grabbed it off the door and tossed it my way. As it flew through the air, an envelope fell on the floor. Derek stared at the envelope and picked it up, looking it over. 

“Oh my god, I completely forgot about that.” I took the envelope from his hands. It had some water damage but the words were still readable on the outside. 

“The Lunar Circle?” His jaw clenched. 

“Yeah, do you know anything about this?” I asked, opening it up. 

“Your parents were a part of it.” 

“Really?” I grinned, opening up the very official looking letter. 

To (Y/N) (Y/M/N) (Y/L/N), 

We send our condolences in the matter of your parents passing, all of us here at the Lunar Circle cherished your family and we think of them fondly. 

As two of our founding members, your parents were meant to travel to our facility to discuss relations between them and the clan of hunters in your area, the Argents. Since they have passed, this duty falls to you - the sole survivor of your clan. 

We will have a messenger arrive soon to bring you to Shetland, in the northern Isles of Scotland. Please pack warm. 

We look forward to meeting you, 

Sincerely, 

Praetor Lachlan McLeod

I read the letter aloud, Derek was becoming more and more stern. 

“I mean, it seems like they want me to go whether I like it or not. But I think they would be able to take the rest of the spell away so I could remember.” I smiled and looked up. The smile dropped, “But you don’t seem as enthusiastic as I do.” 

“Only werewolves who get invited can go. I can’t go with you.” 

"I mean, they probably wouldn't care. You're my partner."

“That’s not the point.” He walked back to his dresser, grabbing his leather jacket that he had draped there. 

“Then what is the point, Derek?” He didn’t answer, walking out the door and into the hallway. 

“Hey, I’m talking to you.” I called, storming after him. 

He stopped abruptly in the hall and turned around, “The point is that I can’t be there with you. I can’t stop any of those people from taking you away from me.”

“Are you insinuating that I would cheat on you?” I glared.

“No.” His face softened, “But they could use the spell against you. A condition that they could have would be to break our bond so you can get your memories back.” He held my face in his hands, making me look up into his eyes, “I want you to remember, but I want to be there for it.” 

“You said I’m stubborn. Maybe I could convince whoever is going to show up that I need you to come with me.” I smiled, “I’m gonna go home and look through some of the stuff from my house.” 

“I’ll call you after I get done here.” He kissed my nose. 

“And what are you doing?” 

“Erica’s getting Jackson so we can test if he’s the kanima.” He started walking again. 

“Uh and what if he is?” I asked nervously, “Listen, I am all for killing him on a good day but you can’t kill him. There has to be a cure.” 

“And if there isn’t?” 

Rubbing my temples, I thought for a moment. Pros: - No more kanima...No more Jackson... Con: Prison for Derek. Regardless of morals, the kanima was dangerous to everyone. 

“Make it look like an accident.” 

As I made my way out of the depot, Erica was walking in, dragging Jackson by his bicep. 

“Erica.” I nodded, smiling brightly. 

“(Y/N).” She smiled back. It seemed like after the kanima attack there was a silent understanding between the two of us.

“Wait!” Jackson called, trying to get out of her grasp, “Wait! (Y/N)!” There was a sick part of me that was going to think about his calling to me for help later and smile. 

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It was late morning when I got home. Stiles had given me hell through text but that was just how he showed his love. The next thing was to stop staring at the cardboard boxes that held the remaining pieces of my life that had been stashed in my closet. Out of sight, out of mind since I really wanted to distance myself from the memory of my parents death and all of the fact that my parents had unfairly taken memories of my life away. I understand that they did it to protect our family, but at the end of the day... that didn’t seem to make much of a difference. 

Time to bite the bullet. I kneeled down in front of the closet and pulled out the box labeled: (Y/L/N) Evidence #24. I looked over my shoulder to make sure the door was closed, then grew a claw on my pointer finger to cut the tape on the box. Was that lazy? Of course, but I think anyone in my position would. I took a deep breath and opened the box. I wish that I was hit with a wave of nostalgia, the smells of home, but all I could smell was smoke. 

I squeezed my eyes shut, gripping the sides of the box, “Come on, don’t cry.” I sniffled, trying to keep the tears at bay. Blowing out air, I opened my eyes again. Inside the box were photo albums. I took out the one I recognized most, it was a dark teal color with our last name in gold cursive font. I traced the letters fondly. Opening it up, I saw pictures with my parents from when they bought this house, bringing me home from the hospital, pictures of my parents and Stiles’ hanging out. They all looked so happy, they were laughing and having fun. I lightly touched Aunt Claudia’s smiling face. It was still hard to believe that she was gone, but she was sick... She couldn’t live like that any longer. I flipped through the book, watching Stiles and I grow up. Birthdays, slumber parties. Slowly Scott popped up in the pictures until we became a trio. But Stiles and I were always together. Which made me wonder how much of my life was missing if he was the only friend I could remember. 

The rest of the box was documents that had been found in the safe in the basement. It was a miracle that had found the safe since it had been hidden in the wall. Deeds, marriage license, birth certificates, social security. In the next box, there were some of my baby things. But this box has become more interesting. Family heirlooms that I had only seen once when they were being cleaned. At the bottom of the box was a wooden box that I definitely didn’t remember. 

“Jack pot.” I smiled and lifted it out of the box. It was a dark stained wooden box with intricate vines and flowers decorating the borders. There was a stamp burned into the top. My last initial in a full moon, stars randomly placed around it. 

I opened the clasp, lifting the lid open carefully. There was a glass bottle, sealed with teal wax. The neck of the bottle was wrapped in twine with a bronze charm, on the charm was a wolf. It was filled with dried herbs and what looked to be a lock of hair, my hair. I set the bottle aside, wanting to bring it to Deaton to figure out what was inside. But I was fairly certain this was the spell jar that took my memories away. The next thing inside that I pulled out was a scroll, sealed with the same teal wax and this time the crest was more visible, it was the same crest as on the box. 

I carefully removed the wax from the paper to not break the seal, unrolling the papers. The larger of the two was a family tree, more family that I could even imagine that I had, going back ten generations. But the tree got smaller and smaller until I was the last branch. I am the last member of my family. That made me feel more alone than before. 

The next paper was more recent looking and it was addressed to me. 

𝘛𝘰 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳, (𝘠/𝘕).

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘰, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘶𝘱, 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩.

𝘞𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘯. 𝘞𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 ��𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘞𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴.

𝘉𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘸𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 - 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘸𝘰𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘴. 𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭.

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘞𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘶𝘴. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘸𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴. 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦,

𝘔𝘰𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘋𝘢𝘥

I wiped my eyes with my sleeve, making sure my tears didn’t smug the ink on the page. They acknowledged that they did wrong and they were planning on reversing the spell. And seeing my mother’s handwriting again? The best. 

In the bottom of the wooden box was a white package that had been faded yellow. The package was labeled with the name of the local pharmacy where you could also get photos developed. I took out the thick stack of photos and gasped. Christmas morning when I was twelve, I was looking up into the camera but my face was hidden by the glare coming from my eyes. Another picture had me with a wrist brace on, a thumbs up and a smile. Then the next pictures lifted my spirits. It was pictures of Derek and I. From the time we were toddlers until six years ago. Smiling, laughing. Some where he was in his basketball uniform, others when I was in my lacrosse gear. It seemed like Derek was just as much a part of my life as Stiles was. There were pictures of me with Laura Hale, we were on the floor cross legged while she sat behind me, braiding my hair. There was another where I was holding a little toddler on my lap, who I could only assume was Cora. There were even baby pictures of me with this woman I couldn’t recognize...but something told me that it was Derek’s mother Talia. Wait, Talia Hale. I never knew that name before. I was starting to remember. But it wasn’t enough. I needed to remember more. 

But these pictures were important to what I needed. I slipped them back into the package and grabbed the vial, putting them in my bag. 

I started walking down the stairs, feeling happier than this morning, but it all went away when Stiles’ text message. The first was a picture of Lydia at the front of Finstock’s class with someone help me written on the board from an hour ago. The next was a message that had come over that minute.

Stiles:

Isaac and Erica are testing Lydia to see if she’s the kanima... And I think she failed. 

I got downstairs and was stopped by Uncle Noah in the kitchen, his arms were crossed over his chest. I was definitely in trouble. 

“Hi, Uncle Noah-”

“Where have you been?” Straight to the point. 

“Busy. With work and stuff.” My lying was not getting better. I tried to walk past him but he called my name. 

“(Y/N)” I stopped, slowly turning around, “I know you’re an adult, but I promised your mom and dad that if anything happened to them that I would protect you. I mean, you’re gone all day and all night. I get vague text messages after hours.” 

“I’ve just been busy with work, that’s all. Believe it or not, Coach puts in long hours-”

“Now, why am I having trouble believing you?” He looked up at the ceiling as if the answer was written there.

Probably because I’m lying, I’m actually a werewolf, one of many in this town and we’re fighting a teenage mutant murder lizard that may or may not be Lydia, you know Lydia, the girl Stiles was in love with?

“I don’t know. Maybe because you’ve been working long hours on four murder cases and overworking your brain.”

“Is this about that Lunar Circle thing you got in the mail? What is that thing anyway?” 

I sighed, “It’s nothing.”

“It’s not nothing. If it were nothing, you would say that it’s junk.” 

I sighed, “It’s a group my parents were a part of and they want me to go there.” 

“To Scotland? No way.” He shook his head. 

“What? You can’t tell me what I can and can’t do. I’m an adult.” 

“You are apart of an open murder investigation where the murderer is still at large. I can’t in good conscience let you leave the state, let alone the country.”

“That’s not your decision to make.” I glared, “I am a legal adult, I am not a suspect, I can leave whenever I want.” 

“Not true. As a part of the agreement with your parents, if they were to be killed, I am to be your guardian for six months, no matter how old you are.” 

I pulled at my hair in frustration, “That’s ridiculous!”

“Call it what it may, but that’s what your parents wanted.” 

“Screw what they wanted!” I snapped, “They took everything from me!”

“And what is that supposed to mean?” He barked back.  I sighed in frustration, grabbing my keys off the counter and storming towards the door. 

“Hey! We’re not done talking!” I kept going, “(Y/F/N) (Y/M/N) (Y/L/N), you get back here!” 

I opened the door and looked back, “YOU’RE NOT MY DAD! STOP ACTING LIKE IT!” I slammed the door shut and hurriedly got into my car. I gripped the steering wheel hard, the plastic cracking against my palms. I shouted into the wheel, breathing hard to make sure I didn’t turn in the car. After a few minutes and a lot of breathing, the anger turned to guilt. Uncle Noah was just trying to make sure I was safe and what I said wasn’t fair. He treated me like his own and I should appreciate that more. I’m just relieved I didn’t see the look on his face when I shouted at him, I’m sure I would never be able to get his face out of my head. 

My cell phone ringing brought me out of my thoughts, I pressed answer and held the phone to my ear. 

“What do you want?” I snapped.

“(Y/N)?” 

“Jackson?” My eyebrows scrunched together in confusion. 

“Duh.” He said in his usual douchey way. Just my luck, the last person I wanted to talk to was calling me. 

“What do you want, trust fund?” I put the phone on speaker and started driving. 

“Look, we need your help. We need you to distract Derek.”

“No problem.” I hung up the phone, driving the short drive it took to get to the depot.

-

I leaned against the doorway leading into the depot, grabbing Derek’s jacket as he walked out.

“Where ya goin’, Der?” He looked back at me, backing up. 

“I was on my way to see you.” 

I smiled, “How coinvent. I just got into a huge fight with my Uncle which I’m sure you felt and I found pictures of us together that I wanted to show you.” I held up the package of photos. 

We had gone back inside the depot, sitting on his mattress. Derek turned the bottle in his hands to get a look at all the herbs inside, “I can see monkshood, mistletoe, salt. Not sure what the rest is.” He handed the bottle back to me. I filled his empty hand with the package of pictures. He took out the stack. He stared at the pictures for a long time, almost like he was memorizing them.

“I lost all my copies of these photos in the fire.” He smiled as he looked through them, “Did you remember anything?” 

“Just one thing.” I handed him the photo and his mother holding me, “I remembered her name, Talia.” He stared at the photo, his face changing. 

“She’s so young here.” He whispered. I rested my head on his shoulder, looking at the photo. She was smiling at me in an exaggerated way, her dark hair tucked behind her ear. She was so beautiful. Derek looked over at me, then out the window. He set the photos down slowly and stood up. Shit.

“You were sent here to distract me, weren’t you?” He stared down accusingly. He felt betrayed, a feeling I didn’t like giving him. 

“I came here to show you the pictures.” I stood up to face him. 

“That may have been what you wanted to do originally, but on your way here they told you to distract me so I couldn’t kill that monster.” He gritted his teeth, moving towards the door at a determined pace. I caught up to him and grabbed his arm. 

“Derek, it’s not Lydia!” 

“How do you know that?” He spun around, his gaze was menacing, but he didn’t scare me anymore, “She failed the test, the kanima venom didn’t affect her. It has to be her.” He slammed the door of the depot open, walking out into the night with me hot on his heels. 

“And what if it’s something else? You told Scott to trust his instincts and I trust mine, it’s not Lydia.” 

“I’m doing this to keep you safe, keep them all safe. Isn’t that what you want?” There was a growl in his voice. I stopped following him, opting to get into my car and speed to Scott’s house. 

- 

I pounded on the front door when I got there, praying that they hadn’t completely padlocked the door yet. Stiles opened the door and pulled me inside, slamming the door shut behind me. 

“I thought you were distracting Derek.” He whispered. 

“I was. He saw through it.” I whispered back. Stiles looked out the window, a grim look on his face. I looked out the opposite window and saw Derek standing outside, with Boyd, Erica and Isaac behind him. I looked back and saw Allison standing in the hall. 

“You need to tell Scott to get here right now.” I looked back on the window, reaching over and touching Stiles’ shoulder. 

“It’s me. You need to get here right now.” 

-

Allison was staring down at her phone, her other hand occupied with a small crossbow. 

“What are you doing?” Stiles asked. 

“I think...” She paused, “I think I have to call my dad.”

“Are you nuts?” I asked. I mean, what could the pack outside do without drawing the attention of the police, not much. Derek wouldn’t go that far... Or at least I hoped he wouldn’t. 

“But if he finds you here, you and Scott-” 

“I know.” She cut Stiles off, clearly frustrated, “But what are we supposed to do? They’re not here to scare us, they’re here to kill Lydia.” She said the last part a little quieter. Jackson and Lydia were upstairs doing... whatever it is exs did. I wouldn’t know, my ex was dead haha.... I wish there was therapy for people like me. Were there werewolf therapists? 

After staring at the pack for a while, Stiles spoke up. 

“I have an idea. Shoot one of ‘em.” Allison and I looked at him.

“Are you serious?” She asked. 

“Stiles, if they get in, I’ll handle it.” I said, not really believing myself. 

“You can’t take a whole pack by yourself. That’s literally impossible. I think.” He said, “We told Scott we could protect ourselves, so let's do it! Or at least give it a shot, right?” 

“Okay.” She sighed. 

“No, not okay, have you ever heard about how you’re not supposed to poke the sleeping bear. Shooting one of them would be like-like whacking a sleeping bear with a baseball bat.” I said, very not okay with the plan. 

"They don't think we're gonna fight, one of them gets hit, guarantee you they'll take off. So just shoot one of them."  Stiles said. In theory, yes. In practice, probably not. 

She peeked out the window, "Which one?" 

 "Ummm...Derek. Yeah, shoot him. Preferably in the head." 

“Stiles, are you trying to kill me?” I shoved him, having to pull my arm so I didn’t use my full strength. He yelped, holding his arm. 

"If Scott's able to catch an arrow, Derek definitely can." Allison said, looking out the window.

"Okay, um, just shoot one of the other three then." 

"You mean two." Stiles and I stared at her like she had three heads. 

"I mean three." Stiles said. We smushed our cheeks together to look out the window at the same time. Isaac was missing. 

“...Where the Hell is Isaac?" Stiles asked, looking around. Isaac had left his position besides Derek, probably when we were trying to figure out a plan. 

“I’m gonna go protect Lydia.” I backed away from the door and ran upstairs, I got into the room right as I heard the crashing downstairs. Isaac had gotten in. 

“Why are you here?” Lydia said, she breathing was quick and she was on the verge of a panic attack. 

“Me?” I looked around, “Where the hell is Jackson?” I saw Scott’s open window. That slim ball ran at the first sign of danger. I grabbed her hand, pulling her into the bathroom. I closed the door quickly and locked it. 

“What’s going on?” She whispered, tears falling down her face. 

“Someone’s breaking in.” I lied, “Just stay quiet.” I put a finger to my lips. I could hear growling and shouting, a body being slamming into the door hard. I pressed my body against the door, hoping my body could keep it there. 

“Hi-hi- I need the police.” I looked down, seeing Lydia on the phone with the cops. I groaned under my breath, blocking out her phone call to try and listen to what was going on outside. 

“Stiles! It’s here!” I heard Allison shout. My eyes widened. The kanima. It was here, it wasn’t Lydia. I backed away from the door and started to unlock it. 

“What are you doing?!” She shouted. I held out my hand.

“I’m gonna keep you safe. You have to trust me.” She stared at my hand, “Look, Stiles trusts me. And I know somewhere inside of your cold exterior you know Stiles would never let you get hurt. So if you don’t trust me, trust Stiles.” She stared a moment longer before taking my hand and pulling herself up. 

“You will not mention this to him.” She huffed. 

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” I opened the door, leading Lydia through the house and out the front door. And when we got outside, I stared at all of them in confusion. 

Isaac and Erica were both on the ground, Derek, Boyd, Scott, Allison, and Stiles were staring at the roof as police sirens were getting closer. 

“Would someone please tell me what the hell is going on?!” Lydia shouted. 

"It's Jackson." Scott whispered. I stepped off the porch and looked at the roof, the kanima was on the roof, slithering just out of sight. 

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The quarantine started the week after my birthday last year. I can’t believe a year later, we’re still here. And as many as you know, my family either found out they have Covid this week or have to quarantine due to exposure, which left me alone on my birthday. I’ve never been a huge fan of my birthday and I truly thought this would be the worst one yet, but I was wrong. You all made sure it wasn’t. 

I can’t thank you all enough for being so kind, supportive, and generous with your love and support on my birthday and always. You truly made this day memorable. I smiled. I laughed. I cried (but only happy tears). This was one of the best birthdays in a while, and it is all thanks to you for being the most wonderful people.  

I will never be able to thank you enough for making me feel so loved and special. I am beyond blessed to be apart of this fandom with so many lovely people. 

Thank you a million times for helping me have a birthday to remember! 

Love you all so very much.  xoxo Dani 💖

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⭐ Birthday Drabbles by the amazingly talented and generous @lilyoffandoms ! Thank you for making my birthday week extra special and memorable. You truly are one of the most talented writers and I live for your drabbles. They are incredible. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you! 

#1: Mal x Daenarya : Celebrate

#2: Mal x Daenarya : Mirror 

#3: Mal x Daenarya: Unicorns

#4: Thomas x Alex: Coffee

#5: Levi x Laura + Lily: Curious

#6: Mal x Daenarya, Thomas x Alex, Levi x Laura, Bryce x Olivia : Birthday Celebrations

⭐ Birthday Fun from the amazingly talented and wonderful @the-soot-sprite. So grateful to have you in my life! You always support and encourage me and remind me to believe in myself. Thank you! 

AcornEmo!Drake By Land and Sea Edits

Puppy Love: Babysitting Kal Cavill 

⭐ Thomas Hunt Art/Gif by the fabulous @hashiedraws  Your art is so gorgeous. I can’t get over how beautiful this is and how lucky I am that you were kind enough to make it for me. You are a gem. Thank you! 

⭐ Bryce Lahela & Olivia Hadley Moodboard by the loveliest @anotherbeingsworld Thank you for supporting my Bryce and Olivia stories and for loving them almost as much as I love them. Thank you for creating a moodboard that captured so many of their special moments from my stories. 

⭐ Halex (Thomas Hunt x Alex) Moodboard by the sweetest @monsoonblooms12 Thank you so much for thinking of me and this beautiful couple. I appreciate your kindness! 

⭐ Three of Swords: Part 2 – happy birthday, Dani!! [Ethan x MC] by the forever talented @burnsoslow I’m so glad you continued with this story and that these lovelies are finally finding their way back to each other. You are so amazingly sweet and supportive. Thank you for this and your wonderful friendship!

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[basic-quest]

Episode One! The City Over the Mist!

(I will be giving commentary in red to explain the meta parts of what's actually going on and provide little facts and tidbits of info!)

The scene opens on a city, suspended over a canyon. The city balances like a spider a web of steel supports. The canyon goes down farther than can be seen and is obscured by mist. 

The scene draws closer to show a group of people standing on a platform. One of them looks like a city official, wearing a gray suit with gold trim. (the color scheme of the city) She observes the adventurers before her and begins to speak.

Marge Halex [the official]: Thank you all for coming. I know the brave souls who have taken on this task before have all disappeared without a trace, so it means a lot to us in the city of Gildven that you all agreed to take this quest. I assure you that should you survive this mission, you will be rewarded handsomely. 

Halex: I would like to talk you all through this venture again, but before that, why don't you all introduce yourselves?

A stoic little goblin steps forward, his face grim. He is yellow in color with strange, heterochromic eyes. 

Dreva [Goblin]: Dreva. Moon druid ever since home was destroyed by war. Like eggs. Like books. Hm… books… *starts thinking about books*

Halex: Yes, I heard your skills as a druid are… are you asleep? (Druids in this game may not have the same skillset or rules as druids in D&D or other RPGs. Assume that it works differently for every class, tbh.)

Wolf: My turn, I guess.

A lithe werewolf steps forward. He has a thick beard and braided white hair. His skin is pale. His eyes are a deep hazel. He is eyeing the other adventurers curiously. 

Wolf: My name is wolf. I grew up on the streets. It's where I got this. *he shows the other's a block of unknown metal as if it is supposed to mean anything to them* and I have a big sister called Grim, who is way cooler than my little bro. After this, drinks are on me. 

Most of that information meant nothing to the other people. It seemed as if he just liked talking about whatever came to mind, whether it was relevant or not. (In truth, for their little 'about me' lines, I randomly selected three facts from their character sheets. So, this is why some of these make no sense!)

Halex: I'm sorry to hear about your upbringing, Mister… Wolf? Is that your first name or your last name?

Wolf: Yes.

Halex, nodding at a halfling: And why don't you introduce yourself next?

The halfling was ruddy and looked out of breath. She wore neat and formal steampunk attire and had her curly brown hair tied back. 

Lidda [halfling]: The name is Lidda Copperthumb. I'm a trained soldier, I'm only doing this because I need the gold and I can't stand when smoothbrains try and solve puzzles, so just leave it to me to save us the frustration. That's all. 

The others do not seem flattered by her. I wonder why?

Halex: and lastly… Would you introduce yourself, madam?

A tall fallen star woman nodded and stepped forward bravely. She had emerald green skin and blonde hair that was shaved on one side. She looked confident and cool.

Lucinda [fallen star]: I am Lucinda, paladin celestial- er… I mean, fallen star paladin. But fear not, I shall ascend once more after I fulfil my noble quest for justice against he who hath wronged me! … I also like jewelry. (Celestials and Fallen Stars are a race that is similar-ish to angels, but not really. They're based on the pop-culture version of angels I would say. And a Fallen Star is a Celestial who has given into sin before.)

Halex: Fantastic. I am filled with such… Confidence in your abilities. Now I shall explain the quest that lies ahead. As you know, Gildven lies atop a great cavern. This rift is said to go on forever underneath the earth. Most of the time we are content to ignore the void, but lately, fearsome monsters have been crawling out of the mist and attacking civilians. We must ask you to descend into the crevice, find the source of these beasts and make sure that they never come back. 

The party understands the quest and proceeds to the edge of the platform, where a pulley system is. Four harnesses attached to the machines await our heroes. They put on the harnesses. Lidda and Dreva have difficulties, but manage to tighten theirs properly. 

They are ready to descend. 

The adventurers begin their descent. It is a text of strength and dexterity to properly repel themselves down into the cavern. (This is the first dice roll! I add two modifiers to their rolls, since this shouldn't be TOO hard and I don't want anybody to die this early. I just add their strength and dexterity. Can you guess what numbers they rolled?)

Lucinda shoves off excitedly, sending herself into the abyss quickly, but a bit clumsily. This may lead to a hard landing. 

Wolf is slightly better, taking off with caution. He has never repelled before, but his ranger background aids him. 

Dreva's natural lightness helps him, as does his carefulness. He slides down into the darkness without fuss. 

Lidda is the last to take the plunge. She hesitates, but follows slowly behind the rest.

They become engulfed by the mist. 

Part Two!

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What do you headcanon the height difference between Alex and Thomas to be? You can answer for any of them our other pairs too if you want!

oo, interesting question!

I don't think I've ever definitely written anything down for this. I always imaged a slight difference between Thomas and Alex.

I always imagined Thomas around 6' since he started as a model. Most male models, particularly underwear models, are 6'0"—6'5". I don't image Thomas being super tall so I went with the low average.

For Alex, I always imagined her around 5'6"-5'7". Her FC is 5'8" so if Thomas is 6'0" then I'm good with that, it gives a 4" height difference.

Short Answer:

Thomas: 6'0"

Alex: 5'8"

Difference: 4"

For my other pairings

Bryce & Olivia

Bryce: 6'1"

Olivia: 5'3"

Difference: 10"

Ethan & Ellie

Ethan: 6'2"

Ellie: 5'6"

Difference: 8"

Levi & Laura

Levi: 5'10"

Laura: 5'4"

Difference: 6"

Mal & Daenarya

Mal: 5'8" (My short king 👑 💛)

Daenarya: 5'2"

Difference: 6"

Troy & Astraea

Troy: 5'10"

Astraea: 5'5"

Difference: 5"

Thanks so much for the ask. This was good to think about! ❤️❤️❤️

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Siggy and Halex vs. The Thunderstorm

The very first installment of Siggy and Halex vs the World!Yo yo yo, my homies! So proud to be posting the first installment of Siggy and Halex vs. The World!!! This is called Siggy and Halex vs. The Thunderstorm and this is Lexy’s POV. Head over to @red-w00dy’s half here, written by my amazing boo! Enjoy!!!

-ilikechocolatemilkh xoxo

Ft. Happy Lowman/Lexy Lowman and Tig Trager/Sissy Trager

Lexy’s POV

Both women were already asleep by the time the rain had started. Each one passed out on the couch under their own piles of blankets on opposite ends of the couch, as the opening credits to Grease lit up the otherwise darkened room. Neither had even realized they’d fallen asleep during one of their favorite movies, and they were completely oblivious to the oncoming storm.

Happy and Tig had left for a run three days before, leaving their Old Ladies at home waiting for them, but were due to return the next morning. So Lexy and Sissy had made the decision to spend the time together, vegging out on junk food and irn bru, as they pouted enjoyed their time without their husbands.

Originally, Hap and Tig had sent Ratboy and Miles to take turns watching their wives. But, in the end, the two women had scared the prospects within an inch of their lives; both men agreed that the women were way more frightening than their Old Men. Miles had jumped ship first, after accidentally suggesting the two couldn’t take care of themselves. Lexy threw a cast iron skillet at his head, which he barely managed to dodge before running the fuck out of the house with Sissy laughing madly by the stove. Ratboy proved to be of stronger stuff though, and had debated the consequences of losing his kutte—and possibly his life—if he ignored a direct order. Sissy had smiled at him then, slow and wide, showing all her teeth before she asked the prospect if he knew the effects of boiling water over a mans penis, holding up the hot kettle she was fixing for tea. If the front door hadn’t already been open, there would have been a Rat-shaped hole in it. And that was two days ago.

As a result, neither of the women had any idea that a storm was coming right for Charming, and a bad one, at that. Instead, they’d turned their phones on silent, and settled on a couple of shopping trips to Oakland, and binge watching their favorite movies that night, completely oblivious to the storm brewing outside. They had no idea their Old Men, or anyone else in the club, had been trying to reach them.

A bolt of lightning lit up the sky outside, and illuminated the room, causing Sissy to stir in her sleep. The couch was huge, as per Hap and Lexy’s demand, and was plenty big enough for both adults to sleep on comfortably, with Lex closer to the window, and Sissy being opposite it. But it was the following boom that woke both of them up.

The clap of thunder was massive, shaking the whole house and startling the redhead awake. Sissy screamed, waking Lex up as the slightly shorter woman scrambled underneath the blankets. Storms were never an issue for Lex, she loved to sleep during them, or play outside in the rain; but for Sissy, they were an entirely different matter. She was absolutely petrified of them.

Lexy scrambled towards the blankets, digging Sissy out so that she could hold her tight as she sobbed. Another loud clap and Sissy screamed again, burying her face into her friend’s shoulder in her hysterics, Lex rocking them both back and forth to try and comfort her.

Suddenly, the door burst open, making both women scream in fright. Standing in the doorway were two silhouettes, illuminated only by the streetlamp outside, and the occasional lightning flash. Lexy lunged for the end table, and the gun inside, but one of the men’s voices stopped her.

“SOS, SOS!” Tig yelled, holding his hands up in surrender. He rushed quickly over to Sissy’s side and scooped her up from Lex’s arms, cradling his Doll close.

“Give us a fuckin’ heart attack, why don’t ya!” Lex growled, throwing off the covers and wrapping them up around Tig and Sissy’s shaking forms. He was drenched to the bone, as was Happy, both shivering a little in the AC of the room, though both would deny it. “Sissy, boo? I’m gonna fix you some tea, ok?”

Sissy’s sobbing hadn’t abated yet, so she could only nod, nearly knocking into Tigger’s jaw in her haste.

Lex headed into the kitchen to fix the tea, kissing Hap softly on her way. He wrapped his arms around his woman as she stood at the stove, content to just sit and watch her take care of her friend as he looked on.

“You’re home early. Why the fuck did Tig yell ‘SOS’ when you guys burst in?”

“Mean’s ‘Save Our Sissy’. We headed out of Arizona as soon as we figured out your phones were off. Had to save our girls from this storm, didn’t we?” He grinned, nibling Lexy’s neck and making her shudder.

“So yours would be ‘SOL’, right?” She teased, pulling the boiling kettle off the burner.

“Guess so.”

“Good, it’ll have two meaning then,” She laughed.

“Two?”

“Yea, Save Our Lexy, and Shit Outta Luck.” She kept laughing as she finished fixing Sissy’s tea, and took it to the living room, shooting Hap a playful wink on the way out.

“That girl,” He growled, “She’s gonna be the death of me.”

Sissy’s POV, here x!

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[simscognito]

So I downloaded teen Halex into my game and this was what happened. Alex thinks Henry is drop-dead gorgeous and Henry thinks Alex is pretty plain but they’re head-over-heels in love all the same. Pretty accurate. XD NOTE: Henry Sullivan is Henry Fyres. I changed his surname in this save.

[anemovictorious]

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Play through 10 saves, each one being the child of the previous. Just pretend Daryl and Marlena are the other parents -Get married and have a kid, and beat the game to get Miracle Worker (New Game Plus) each generation. The farm name MUST remain the same. -Do not marry the previoud generation's parent or sibling. -After a generation has passed, you can marry that person or their sibling. (Ex : Marrying Illuka gen 1 means you cannot marry her or Silluka gen 2, but you can marry either of them gen 3) -After the child is born/grown/whatever, sell everything you own and start a new game+ Risk : hi guys! im keeping my promise and coming out of the underworld more! Grima : it's 1:00 am, go home. Risk : ): Gretchen : all my character development is through crying and i can do 50 cartwheels in a row maybe Grima : i am a dragon who was originally given the name of a fire emblem villian and also am bipolar maybe Yuki : i am a ghost who tries to protect a town Lucii : i am the void master and will save worlds many times but i still cant tie my shoes. Isaiah and Shale : we are literally parodies of izaya and shizuo. Dimensiano : i am litetally a parody of dimentio. Memoria : i am guliable and from another dimension but nobody knows and everything is weird Aura : let me be the fortune teller Anchor : i am not important but technically i am because i signed yuki's grave oh no Ohi : TSUNDERE Tina : my best friend was killed by a demon who posessed my other best friend so now i hate my other best friend and my dad is evil and i am an experiment and highly intellegent oh god help me. Dakota : i like yu-gi-oh Victory : i am literally god Gaius : half original character half gaius from fire emblem Halex : i am god's retainer and you may think it is a good thing but it really, really isnt. Erico : *mermaid man yelling evil* Vian : i ran away from home despite being told to stay with my twin sister because my other sister aka god made me out of her and now i am evil and the vessel of the original seven deadly sin vessels of this world. arc 2 Juliet : i am a sage and die but i am revived because time rifts and sealing volcanos with powers Squiggles : i hate my job