#i had one for the first time like three years ago and im pissed that being raised vegetarian has made me miss out on so many foods

[taesanluv3r]

almost twenty

kim woonhak x reader

non-idol woonhak and reader anxiously holding onto their disappearing youth. kind of emotional, esp if youre aged 17-19, might make u cry (i did while writing it) idk. this fic is dedicated to everyone who's worrying so much abt the future (me) it'll get better i promise (telling myself this). lowercase intended. pls ignore any spelling mistakes/grammatical errors. enjoyy

wc: 2,365

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"so...have you heard back from any of the colleges yet?"

her mother's simple question alone was enough to ruin yn ln's whole afternoon. normally, it wouldn't piss her off that much at all, but the fact that she's heard the exact same words come out from the woman's mouth about a billion times this week alone was just the thing to fully pull on her veins. "i told you a million times already, mom!" she shouted, abruptly- and angrily- standing up from her seat at the dining table. "the schools will get back to me in two weeks. i just applied like two days ago! god..."

"...do you ever listen?"

the answer is no. what kind of parents were understanding enough to listen to their teenage daughter? in fact, what kind of adult would ever understand the way their kids, regardless of age, felt? maybe out there somewhere there was a family that were healthy enough to get each other that way. maybe out there somewhere an adult was caring enough to relate a little.

"tsk...yeah right...fat chance"

yn groans as she slumps belly first onto her bed. she turns over to lay on her back, staring up at the ceiling. her eyes almost water as they scan her surroundings. the glow-in-the-dark stars that decorated her walls, the baby-pink chair she had out-grown years ago, and the collection of stuffed animals that snuggled comfortably in the very corner of her bed-room; memories of the trajectory of her own life- well, the life she had up until right now, up until this awkward stage between teenage youth and adulthood.

she sighs as she gets up again, her fingers tracing against the gold medals that sat atop the floral wallpaper. she giggles, looking through every old photo inside each frame placed on her shelf. one of little yn holding up three gold medals, little yn with a big toothy grin only half the size of the cotton candy in her tiny hands, a slightly older yn when she had graduated elementary school, and one last image of a smiley middle-school yn, hands happily intertwined with her closest friend, kim woonhak.

the girl stops to stare at all her belongings a little longer. in just two more weeks she'd be hearing back from at least one of the colleges she had applied to. in just two weeks all of these things that surrounded her would be stuffed into a card-board box, somewhere far away from her sight. a sick feeling forms in the pit of her stomach. it's bittersweet. sure, she'd finally be free from the so-called shackles of her parents' constant nagging, finally having a life of her own...but at the same time, yn just couldn't help all the doubts that constantly clouded up her mind, those thoughts that made the sunny days look gloomy through her eyes.

she swears she might just start crying. not that it's anything new, the stress that comes forth from being on the verge of twenty always seemed to push a lever in the tear-making department in her eyes. she's interrupted this time though, by the unnecessarily loud ping of her phone. 'who could possibly be texting me now...'

'woon-not so-agi'

the contact name alone allows a little laugh to escape the girl's lips as she swipes her fingers against the screen to open his message.

where u at?? you aren't flaking on me are u????

his texts confuse her for just a moment, she had no clue what he was talking about.

hellooooo? don't tell me u forgot? we're supposed to meet at the tree remember?? hurry uppppppppp im not waiting long >:(

"shit is it 7pm already?!" without any more fuss, yn rushes to throw on her sweater. she doesn't bother to bid goodbye to her parents before she runs out the door- she's still upset at them, of course. the girl hastily climbs onto her bicycle, her legs pedaling the fastest they ever had. in almost no time, she arrives at the boy's backyard.

"what took you so long?" a male voice calls out from the top of the tree, woonhak's head peaking out from the wooden structure that sat between the branches. yn points a finger up at the air, signaling for him to wait for a second as she catches her breath. she could hear him laugh, followed by the rustling of leaves as a gust of wind flew by. "hurry and get up here" he said impatiently, prompting her to roll her eyes as she began to climb up the wooden ladder.

"finally" the boy said, smiling stupidly as the girl took a seat beside him on the tree-house-like space. it was a flat piece of wood, decorated with acrylic paints and a couple old throw pillows that his dad had installed for them on the tall tree in their backyard. they were about six years old then, just two little kids begging their parents every single day for a 'super ultimate tree-house' to pose as their 'super-spy head-quarters' on their silly playdates, having no clue that their favourite playing spot would hold the same purpose years later in their teens.

"what's up with you?" the boy's voice shakes yn out of the trance she didn't know she was in. "huh?" he laughs again, "you always look like you're about to jump off this tree" woonhak teases, and usually she'd tease back. usually, she'd say something too witty for him to understand, dying of laughter by herself while he sat there confused. that wasn't the case today though, instead, she stayed quiet, only the slightest smile on her lips.

in an instant, his face softened. "hey..." he began, shifting the weight away from his hands to lightly tap at her shoulders. his grip tightened, adding a bit of force to turn her around so they were face to face. "there really is something wrong, isn't there?" yn couldn't bring herself to answer properly, only a whimper of sorts coming out from her mouth- the quietest of noise before that lever inside of her eyes came loose.

"yn...what's wrong?" woonhak asked again, catching her body in his arms when she fell towards him, incasing her in his warmth. "i..." she manages to muster out, her voice muffled from the fabric of his baby-blue sweater. "...i don't know...i just..." once more, the words in her head failed to solidify, all her thoughts coming out as silent cries. he doesn't force her to speak anymore, just holding her tightly, rocking back and forth as if he were comforting a teen-sized baby.

it takes about half an hour for yn to gather herself and her thoughts up again. she had removed herself of woonhak's embrace, sitting straight up beside him. the shadow of their swinging feet moved with the grass below them, the afternoon sky creating a blue-ish tint and painting the scene like a movie. just the right atmosphere for the boy to open his ears up, all for her voice to enter right in.

"i just don't get it. i don't get why they keep pressuring me with all these questions! when are you going to college? you should start packing, have you found a dorm yet? have you found a job yet? when will you get your license? i just...it's just too much- it's like..." she momentarily stops her speech-like dialogue to think of the right adjectives. "like it's all going so fast? like they're rushing you?" woonhak completes the sentences for her, his eyebrows furrowing when she nods in agreement.

"exactly" yn says, bringing one leg up to rest her chin on her knee. "it's just so stressful...i guess i just can't believe it's all happening- i mean..." she picks up her speaking space, perhaps to stop herself from letting the tears take over again. "in two weeks we'll hear from those colleges...then we'll have to move and then start a whole new life and what if we don't end up in the same place? what if we lose contact? what if everything i've lived the past years of my life for..." her voice cracks and she pauses for a moment to look at the boy beside her.

"...what if it doesn't work out? what if it just all goes to waste?"

the water that had begun to well up in her eyes were a clear image in front of him now, only prompting him to start to tear up himself. their gazes lingered on each other for a moment, the vulnerability of it all crashing against the two teenagers like it had fallen straight from the sky.

"i get it" woonhak says, trying his best to stop himself from bawling like a baby- even if it meant breaking eye-contact with the girl and staring all too seriously at the leaves above him. "ah, being our age is so hard!" he yells this time, falling backwards to lay down on the wooden surface. his hands slapped over his face, the mere thought of the pair's coming adulthood far too frustrating for him. his slight temper-tantrum made her smile for the first time that afternoon- i mean, fully smile.

something about the boy's childish nature comforted her. like despite all these worries and all the stress about their coming twenties, whenever they were together they still had that little bit of youth to grab onto.

"hey...you're smiling again" she nods at his observation, moving to lay down on her back right next to him. yn lets out a sigh, watching as a flock of birds migrated over the skies above them. "yn?" woonhak calls out and the girl hums in response, turning her head over to face him. the boy's eyes are shiny and bright, despite the fact that the sun was long gone. she's confused when he moves to sit up again, but never breaking eye-contact.

"can you promise me something?"

she sits up with him now, nodding along with his words. "promise what?" her words are quick, like she didn't have any more time left in the world. "that when we're away in college, even if we get too busy with whatever twenty year olds do, even if we barely have any time on our hands anymore..." his voice starts to shake, eyes begin to water all over again. "promise me we'll never lose contact. promise me we'll still talk every chance we get? please?" the weakness displayed on his face, a kind of look she had never ever seen on the boy before this very moment. he fully expected her to cry as well, to breakdown into tears as they hugged for the rest of the night. she didn't though, instead the girl broke into a small fit of laughter.

"what...why are you laughing?!" a massive frown decorated his complexion, tears streaming down both sides of his face. "oh, woonhak..." yn says, a smile on her lips as her hands moved up to cup his cheeks, beginning to wipe away his tears. "you're so stupid..." the boy furrows his eyebrows, "you can't seriously be bullying me in the middle of this right now-" he's cut off when her pointer finger presses against his mouth. "no, you idiot. i'm just saying you're so stupid if you think i'd ever be able to survive my twenties without texting and calling you every chance i get!"

his mouth opens to form an 'O' shape. she lets out a giggle and his own one follows. yn lets out a deep breath, "i'd be way too lonely without you, woonhak" the boy smiles, "yeah, you've got like no other friends anyways- ow!" he exclaims, rubbing the spot on his shoulder she had slapped. "meanie" her baby-like language only makes him roll his eyes, "how are you almost twenty and still calling people meanie?" yn pouts, crossing her arms over her chest. "i only call you that...and only cause its the truth!" woonhak laughs once more before suddenly pulling her into his chest, she squeals at the sudden force sending them to lay down flat on the tree-house structure again.

they stayed like that for a while, wrapped in each other's arms under the shade of their comfort place. "i wish we could stay almost-twenty forever..." yn says through a sigh. woonhak nods, a hand stroking through her hair. "yeah...i wish time froze at age nineteen or something...like at nineteen point nine nine" her eyebrows knit together, "nineteen point nine nine?" he nods again, "yeah, like the ultimate teenager" the girl laughs, hiding her face against his side.

"you're an idiot, you know that?" - "but where would you be without me, yn?" she agrees with him, "you're right...life would be so terrible without you- even if you're the dumbest person i know..." he rolls his eyes. "hey, yn?" - "yeah?"

"you know...later if we're away from each other, please call me. call me all the time. call me if you're bored, call me if you're happy, call me when you're sad, when you're stressed, and please..." the boy trails off, sitting up again and grabbing the girl's hands to pull her up with him. he stared deeply into her eyes, and she did the same as she bit on her bottom lip.

"please call me if you're lonely...promise?"

she nods quickly, "of course. i promise" the pair melt into each other as they hugged once more, the blue sky had darkened and the bright moon watched over them from the cracks between the branches of the tree. "thank you..." kim woonhak says, separating from her grasp. "for what?" yn ln wonders, tilting her head off to the side in confusion.

"for spending the rest of our youth with me"

just like that, yn's worries and all her anxiety flew out the window. in a time like this one, when it feels like their teenage years are disappearing far too quickly, when no one around them seemed to understand, when they've become all too sensitive to the concept of change...at least they've got each other to seek comfort. an everlasting youth whenever it was just the two of them. as though time had frozen and they were stuck in the in-between...

at 19.99.

the end.

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aaa i cried while writing and proofreading this TT 19.99 coming out the same time ive been the most stressed abt future-related stuff, the album is so amazing and relatable! its very precious to me, dont forget to stream!! ily bonedo, ily woonhak, ily readers! here's to growing up together <3 tysm for reading. love, kona.

[mystic-writings]

emergency contact | jack hodgins

pairing — jack hodgins x fem!booth!reader

summary — hodgins hasn’t heard from you in over six months, after you broke up with him and disappeared. until he gets an alarming phone call in the middle of the night

warnings — angst, canon-typical violence, mentions of death

word count — 2,528

notes — a few things: i wrote this back in january, and it was rushed and poorly done but im being self-indulgent for this one | also im not tagging anyone bc i wanna see how far this will get on its own (except for my beloved @shmaptainwrites who indulged me ily mimi)

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2:47am

Despite his many years working for the Jeffersonian, Hodgins had yet to get used to his phone ringing at odd hours. With a groan and a stretch, his palm landed where his phone lay on the nightstand table. Without checking the caller ID, he picked up the phone and slurred out a tired greeting to the caller on the other line.

“Hello, Dr. Hodgins, I’m Marie, calling from the George Washington University Hospital.” Why was a hospital calling him so late at night? “You’re listed as the emergency contact for Y/n Booth, correct?”

Your name sent a shock through Jack’s body. “I— I guess so, yeah. Why? Is she okay?”

“Your fiancée was shot on duty, sir. She’s in surgery right now. We suggest you be with her when she wakes up.”

Without a second thought, Jack hung up the phone and flung out of bed. He didn’t care how things ended between the two of you, good or bad, but he knew one thing for certain: he needed to make sure you were okay. After scrambling for a decent set of clothing and his car keys, Jack rushed out of the house and down the near-empty streets to the hospital you were taken to. 

Even though his mind was running at a mile a minute, Jack managed to recall what the nurse had told him. Shot on duty. You took a sabbatical seven months ago, were you back in town? Surely Booth must’ve known, he was your brother and co-worker, he had to have. Did he spare telling Jack to avoid the inevitable turmoil? Obviously you’d been back long enough to take a case, so it wasn’t like you had decided to come back out of the blue. 

By the time he found parking, it was half past 3 in the morning, and Jack’s heart refused to stop beating out of his chest, his palms sweating rivers as he clenched and unclenched them. Despite all of this, though, he approached the front desk with a cracking resolve, trying his best to be put together for the sake of not distressing the night staff and lingering patient family members. 

“Could you tell me where Y/n Booth is?”

The nurse behind the counter glanced up at him. “Connection to the patient?”

“I’m her-” he stumbled on the words. “Her, uh, fiancé. Emergency contact.” 

She typed a few things into the computer when a voice from behind caught Jack’s attention. 

“Hodgins.” Booth called, approaching with a weary face and a cup of likely burnt coffee.

Jack nearly sprinted over to the man, blue eyes frantically searching for answers in his features. “What’s up, man? I mean, what the hell happened?”

Booth took Hodgins by the arm and led him down a hallway, over to the elevators. “We were going after a perp. I told her not to go in first, that I’d handle the hard part. She didn’t listen, the bastard got her from behind, shot out one of her kidneys. Been in surgery for almost,” he checked his watch, “three hours now.” 

Jack deflated just as the elevator doors dinged open. The pair stepped inside, the space empty apart from themselves. “I just— I don’t get it. Yesterday, she was somewhere even I didn’t know, taking some damn sabbatical. Yesterday, I was still pissed at her. Now? She’s in surgery because she was on a case. Because some asshole shot her. I mean, what the hell am I supposed to do with that, Booth?”

Unable to provide any kind of emotional support or response, Booth remained quiet as his friend tried his best not to break down in the elevator. 

When the doors opened, Jack attempted to regain his composure as best as he could while Booth led him down the hall. There was a separate waiting room here, for family members who had someone in surgery. He sat opposite Booth, next to a sleeping little girl and her obviously exhausted mother. 

He had no bearing of the passage of time, and felt as though there was no energy left within him to check the watch on his wrist. All he did was sit with his hands on his knees, head tilted to the sky, one leg bouncing like an infinite rubber ball. At some point, a doctor came out to notify the mother of her husband’s successful surgery — his tumor was gone, he’d told her, and there was little chance of it coming back. 

It wasn’t until the sun started to peek in through the waiting room windows that a surgeon called out your name. Booth had been asleep in the chair across from Jack, but he was wide awake. The pair jumped up and approached the doctor, throwing questions at him rapidly. 

“Y/n is okay. Surgery went well, though we’ll have to keep her here for longer than expected.”

“Why? What happened?” Booth asked. 

The doctor sighed. “Due to the location of the entry wound, the bullet caused too much damage to her right kidney. For now, she’ll only be functioning with one until we can find a donor match. She’ll be on dialysis weekly and some medication to assist the working kidney, but otherwise, she’ll be just fine in a week or so. The bullet did puncture the liver and small intestine, but the speed of the bullet slowed enough to only cause minor damage, nothing we couldn’t fix up.” He told them, and a wave of relief crashed over the pair. “She’s being brought up to her room now, if you’d like to go wait with her.”

Jack only nodded, Booth trailing him as the doctor led them up one more floor, where you were being transferred to the ICU. It was painful, seeing you after so  long, only for you to be hooked up to so many machines, laying nearly helpless in a bed. He pulled a chair up to your right side, reaching for your limp hand to hold, hoping you could feel him. 

Hoping you knew he was there. That you knew he always would be.

Booth leaned against the door frame, watching everything with anguish. After you left for California, you kept in constant contact with your older brother. But even in those months, you never explained why you broke off the engagement so suddenly. Why you took a surprise sabbatical, why you went to California specifically. Why you became so closed off, so cold to everyone, even to Parker. 

After a while, Booth left Jack alone to go pick up Parker from his mother’s house. He promised to be back later, your nephew in tow, and pressed a featherlight kiss to your forehead before he left. 

Jack, swimming in an ocean’s worth of thought, barely noticed the sun coming over the horizon in the window opposite him. All he could do was process the emotions flowing through him. Anger, that you left him so suddenly and without explanation. Despair, that you’d come back so long ago and didn’t come to see him, to work things out. Worry, that despite your life-saving surgery, you wouldn’t get a new kidney, or that you’d never be the same again. Anger again, but at the bastard who shot you. Triumph, that he was rotting in a cell right now. 

 Jack’s only comfort in the sterile, whitewashed room was the steady beeping emanating from the heart monitor, a small assurance that you were okay. His hand remained clasped over yours for hours, thumb stroking the smooth skin on the back of your hand. Partly as a comfort to himself that you were still there, but mostly, he believed, a comfort to you. He hoped you could feel it; that you could feel his presence. He hoped his presence comforted you. 

By the time you woke up, all the worry had faded from Jack’s body and exhaustion had taken its place. He was asleep, head supported by his arm on the side of the chair, when he heard the sheets rustle in the bed. 

Somehow, in all your years of work, this was the first time you ended up in the hospital due to a job-related injury. It wasn’t the first time you woke up dazed after a surgery with little memory of how you got there, though. 

The sheets, despite being thin, weighed down your legs and torso, providing warmth and comfort. You could feel the leads for the heart monitor stuck to your chest, irritating your skin in the slightest bit. There was a cannula feeding oxygen into your system, though it rubbed the skin on the back of your ears uncomfortably. The main thing, though, was that your torso hurt. 

Despite that, you managed to notice something weighing down your right hand. It was warm, warmer than the blankets. And heavier. Garnering the courage to open your eyes, you blinked to adjust to the sunlight and fluorescent lights, trying to shift yourself upward, wincing when it pulled on your wound. Instead, you glanced over at your hand, only to find another on top of it. Following the arm connected to it, your heart stuttered and cracked when you found a sleeping Hodgins sitting next to your bed. Emotion swelled within your chest and tear ducts just at the sight of him, sleeping so peacefully next to you, his hand over yours in a firm grasp, as if that was the only thing that assured him that you were really here. 

Slowly, quietly, you tried to pull your hand out from under Jack’s, only for the movement to wake him up. He stretched with a deep inhale, blinking rapidly as he took in his surroundings. It wasn’t until he noticed you were awake that he seemed to come to his senses. 

“Hey,” he nearly whispered. “How’re you feeling?”

You bit back a scoff. “Terrible. First job back and of course I had to get myself shot.” 

Jack fought a smile, scooting forward to raise the bed up for you to sit properly. “They said they got all the fragments of the bullet during surgery. You’re down a kidney for now, though.”

You only nodded, allowing yourself some time to gather your thoughts. “Why are you here, Hodgins?”

“Apparently, I’m still your emergency contact.” He told you, sitting back down and resting his elbows on his knees. “And apparently, I still care about you enough to show up.” 

“Don’t put that on me.” You whispered, chest restricting as tears fought their way back to your waterline. “You can’t say that to me. Not after what I did to you. You should hate me. I mean, really hate me. Like, praying for my downfall, kind of hate. You shouldn’t still care about me.”

“Well, apparently I do. I thought I hated you, for a long time. But I guess I don’t.” Jack sighed,  taking your hand. You wanted to protest, to pull away, but you let him. “I guess this was a wakeup call for me. Literally. They called me at 3 in the morning to tell me you were in surgery.”

You laughed, a wet sound underlined with sadness. “I’m sorry, Jack. Really, I am. I just…”

“What, don’t love me? It’s okay. I’ve learned to live with it.” 

Even when he should hate you, Jack still understood, and even worse, he still loved you. He was, somehow, the world’s most understanding man. God, you love him. 

“No, no I don’t hate you. Actually, it’s the opposite. I just wish things could’ve gone differently.” 

Now Jack was just confused. “What d’you mean? You broke up with me for a reason, right? You told me you didn’t love me anymore.”

“It’s too complicated, Jack. I want to explain it all to you, really, but it’s not safe. I don’t know if or when it will be, and I won’t blame you if you want to find someone else, or if you already have. You deserve to be happy, Jack. You should move on from me.” 

“I don’t want anyone else.” Jack said, emphasizing each word and squeezing your hand. “I just want you. From the moment I met you, I knew you were it for me, Y/n. Even with your brother breathing down my neck to not even think about pursuing our relationship. It was terrifying, but I ignored it. Because you were too important to have in my life. I couldn’t risk passing you up. I just don’t understand why you ended things so suddenly.”

The tears that you had been attempting to keep at bay for this entire conversation now flowed freely down your cheeks, the emotions you’d kept close to your chest for nearly a year now breaking free. Jack, like the gentleman he was, gently tilted your head toward him, reaching up and using the pads of his thumbs to brush them from your cheeks. 

“I’m sorry,” you whimpered, daring to look him in the eye. 

“Don’t be.” He whispered. 

“I have to be. I hurt you. I ruined everything. And it wasn’t even worth it. It  didn’t change anything.”

Despite his confusion, Jack said nothing. He simply stood to his full height and sat on the edge of the bed, pulling you into his chest — minding your wounds and stroking your hair. “It’s okay. You’re home now. We can fix this.”

“No we can’t.” You shook your head, looking up at him. “Jack, there’s nothing left to fix. Because if we fix it, you’ll die.” 

After what felt like an eternity of swirling, spiraling thoughts, Jack found his voice. “What?”

“That’s why I left.” You said. “I was ordered to. I was working on a case, some underground organized crime syndicate. I found out some stuff I shouldn’t have. My hands were tied, I had no choice.” Choking back a sob, you wiped the tears from your face and took a breath. “It was either break up with you, call off the wedding, and leave, or everyone I loved would die. They were gonna kill you, kill Seeley and Parker, and drain your accounts. There was nothing I could do.” 

Jack pulled you in tighter, his whole worldview shifting and turning on an axis. He couldn’t speak — hell, he could barely even think right now. Jack had spent months grieving your relationship, questioning why you broke things off, harboring a ruthless anger at what his life had become, and all of it faded to dust in an instant. 

“I don’t know what to do,” you whispered, pulling Jack back to the present. “I work with these people, Jack. They could ruin me in an instant.” 

“We’ll fix this, I promise.” Jack declared, and despite the fear that had overridden your senses for the past few months, you couldn’t help but believe him. 

You only nodded, curling further into him as best as you could with your incisions. Fidgeting with the strings of his hoodie, you listened to the beat of his heart beneath you and took a deep breath. 

Soon enough, you were drifting off to sleep with the firm belief that soon enough, with the help of your family, somehow, everything would be okay. 

if you want more jack fics, please feel free to comment and let me know!! writing for smaller characters is always a gamble but if people read this i’d be more than happy to do so!

[cressthebest]

Crimson Rivers thoughts part 37

chapter 56:

1. 😦 they.. they put a mask on sirius? they put him in azkaban?? my boy!! no!

2. 😭😭 sirius having already killed three guards tho. i love him

3. “Bastards they may be, stupid they are not.”

4. “At least he gets the sound of his own voice, though, which is a huge improvement in his opinion.”

he’s so funny i love him. he’s a murderer! he fell in love with a servant! he loves the sound of his own voice! he’s demisexual! he volunteered for regulus twice! he likes wood carving! he called the random guard “stuart”! he convinced the head gamemaker to change the rules so he can keep his brother and best freind! he continues to obnoxiously sing when face to face with riddle!

no one is doing it like him, i fear

5. “"Sounds like you've had a shitty week," is what Sirius says, finally, when he can bring himself to speak.”” 😭😭 he’s so bold. my dear, you are chained in front of the most dangerous man in the world and you tell HIM that his life fucking sucks. my dear. the ABSOLUTE GALL you have

6. “"I need not lie, Sirius."

"Yeah, that's what liars say."”

my DEAR

7. “”Kneel down on the floor before me like a dog and beg."”

i prefer this out of context. but in context, it’s riddle being an absolute bitch to sirius. like excuse you.

8. “Sirius Black is many, many things, but a peasant before a king is never and will never be one.” A-FUCKING-MEN

9. 😮 did sirius just BITE OFF A CHUNK OF RIDDLES ARM??? praise be

10. marylily?? marylily??? MARYLILY??? going feral at any and all hints towards them

11. “"I like your legs," Lily says stupidly, because her brain and mouth have disconnected briefly, apparently.”

bbg i’m in love with you 😭😭

12. aww any mentions of petunia from lily break my heart

13. lily being so desperately in love with mary is my new drug

14. REMUS AND LILY FALLING RIGHT BACK INTO ROUTINE WITH BEING OBNOXIOUS TO EACH OTHER >>>>>>>>

15. “Lily gave him his [cigarette] first in six years days ago, and he'd coughed through the whole thing, then smoked five more back-to-back.”

16. “A stranger is just someone you haven't met yet. What do you call someone you knew better than yourself that you no longer recognize? A ghost?”

wtf wtf wtf that’s insane to write. lily and remus did NOT deserve this

17. “Lily has never known a Remus afraid of freedom, and Remus has never known a Lily afraid of love.”

18. “because they're still two bodies and one heart after all this time, if nothing else.”

that is beautiful and i’m forever grateful of the way the marauders fandom puts emphasis on the importance of friendships. like, this isn’t about a romantic couple. that is said about FRIENDS. friends got that description of their love for each other.

19. the fact that their friendship is so close, remus can REACH INTO LILY’S bra (to grab a cig) and she’s just upset cause his hands are cold.

20. crying actually, cause of all things to break me this chapter, it’s the fact that sirius and effie smoke together

21. oof i have a bad feeling about how dorlene is gonna end up

22. 😦😦 marlene gives the ring back. wtfffff damn that hurtsss

23. “”I am telling you this explicitly, right now, if you shoot your shot and fuck up in any way, I will let her pick a part of your body to take as a trophy, then remove it and give it to her. Still interested?"

"Even more so," Rodolphus says, wiggling his eyebrows. "She's got crazy friends, too. That's hot."”

me fr 😌 give me insane bitches (oh wait. maybe IM the crazy person)

24. 😳 practically fifteen seconds of flirting and he and barty decided to go fuck. that’s fucking insane. IS THIS HOW ALLOS ARE??? LIKE THEY CAN DO THAT??? (not all allos obviously, but some can do that??)

25. the way servants (slaves) are treated in the hallow make me angry beyond belief. like, seething white hot anger

26. FOAMING AT THE MOUTH AND NOT IN A GOOD WAY!!! THEY FIXED JAMES’ EYESIGHT AND IM SO FUCKING PISSED

27. riddle tortured sirius and lemme jsut say, if someone told that to remus and regulus, the war would be over in a day flat

28. “The odds are not in Riddle's favor. If you ask James, he'll bet on his people every fucking time. It's not a game of chance, or luck, but a game of faith—and James has that in spades.” james’ loyalty is probably my favorite character trait of his

29. honorary authors note mention: “also lmaooo sirius literally in prison and still killing people 😭 he really said: you put me in prison, im gonna commit crimes, duh 🙄 he's everything to me”

30. honorary authors note mention pt 2: “rodolphus "i will hit every step on the crazy ladder if it kills me" lestrange living his truth and getting with the most insane, available people he meets every chance he gets””

[kpopscruggles]

FINISHED W MY SCHOOL YR IM BACK - 🏳️‍🌈 and im here to like talk about that prompt that got deleted so 😍😍

reaction to seeing riize's abs for the first time

SHOTARO

you were never into cute guys, so when you decided to give the cute person who sells flowers right in front of your work you didnt expect the relationship to last rlly long. its your first year and you see shotaro as your baby and you dont even remember the times where you used to thirst for buff guys especially with your bf not being one.

"SHOTARO WERE GONNA BE LATE FOR DINNER" "i swear yn im just finishi-" "you said that minutes ago-" you said opening the door to a shirtless shotaro. "ugh yn" shotaro said pissed. you never saw him pissed but you were just oogling over the hot body your boyfriend was hiding from you.

"can you stop looking and help me find my tie?" he asked cutely with a hint of annoyance

"fuck the dinner" you said before you kissed his body and pushing him to his bed before you ride him

EUNSEOK

you were eunseok's first. it may not be obvious considering how confident and dominant he is but it shines through in intimate moments with you when you are both alone

you were in your nth sleepover with eunseok and he just got out of the shower

"yn if you look at me like that i would melt" eunseok says while laughing. he then flexes his muscles causing you to blush even more

"its my first time seeing your body" yn said while eunseok started to climb towards her

"is it pretty?" he said with his signature smile, yn knows that he is feeling shy talking about it.

"everything about you is pretty eunseok, i love you" yn said before kissing him. they both made out until yn accidentally touches his hard on. making yn sore in the morning

SOHEE

sohee was the opposite of eunseok. youre still his first but his shyness is evident and his insecurity with his body is obvious when even after months of dating you didnt know what he looks like without at least a tank top on

this day was different though you were surprising him so you sneaked into his bedroom and sat on his bed while he was busy taking a bath

"YN! i-i-" sohee said still shocked with your presence but you were more shocked with how gorgeous sohee's body is

granted its not big but it got everything you could ask for. strong arms, visible six pack, suckable pecs with cute tits. you cant believe sohee was hiding so much with just a simple tshirt

"yn-" "sohee come closer"

sohee obliged and standed in front of you and he felt cold when you started licking his abs. you cant help it he looks cute everytime he whimpers

"why were you hiding this from me hmm"

"yn- ugh- im shy yk that right" he said trying to be coherent

"dont be, a body like this should be appreciated" you said while licking his abs and sucking on his nips causing him to be weak falling on top of you

(the original prompts only had the three so 💓)

PAUSE CAUSE THE TARO ONE ATE ME ALIVE!

With how this man is and his features and adverse person wouldn’t think he’s packing and the first time seeing it being you guys in a rush it’s just that solid light bulb in your brain where you don’t wanna go nothing but ravish this man.

I dig a shy Sohee every once in a while so this ate tf up! I feel like once that one moment happens though, he’s around your shirtless just to tease and see what your willing to do to him!

“Is it pretty” EUNSEOK!!!! Stop cause he wants to hear you say it Fr! He wants you to look him in the eye, touch his body, and tell him you find it pretty.

[writersmess]

CRAZY EX GIRLFRIENDS | DEREK HALE

Pairing: Derek Hale x fem!reader

Summary: you and Derek never really argue, but when it happened, it was not pretty.

Warning: just a fluffy family

Word count: +1k

a/n: hey barbies, here i am again, at this point im not sure if i am living or just dreaming about Derek 24/7. Just to remember, english is not my first language so sorry if there’s any mistakes.

Masterlist

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You’ve been dating Derek for some years now.

Neither of you was looking for love at the moment. Derek had just received a newborn at his door with a note that it was his son, he was completely lost.

You had been friends for some time before that, after all you were part of the pack. When you realized how desperate and clueless he was, you had no doubts, you had to help him.

Derek had no idea what was going on with him, but every time he caught a glimpse of you with the baby in your arms, putting him to sleep or simply cuddling him, it was as if something inside him became so restless to the point where he felt the need to stand in the doorway watching you, until he was caught by your loving gaze.

A few months later, you decided you should give it a try, you got along so well. In fact, at some point in all of this, you didn’t even go to your house anymore, little by little your things took over some of the empty spaces in the once so empty and lifeless apartment. That place was becoming a home and suddenly a family was being formed.

A few years has passed by, you decided to move to a bigger house so Eli could have more space while growing.

You and Derek learned to love each other, at the point that you could no longer live apart. You completed each other, needed each other.

It was so funny to imagine that one day that lonely wolf would have a family. A happy one. That every Sunday Peter, Malia and even Parish would gather at his house for family lunch, that they would be in the backyard together chatting and watching little Eli run around and have fun with his toys.

Everyone could see the love you felt for each other and the respect you had. You rarely fought, and when you did, it was over Eli’s upbringing and that you soon came to an agreement for the good of the family.

But that was until two days ago.

Derek heard that some hunters were prowling the town in search of some supernatural creature. The pack was no longer around, at least most of it. The Alpha and his friends had left town to go to college, so Derek felt the need to check out the threat.

Alone.

Without even leaving a note for you.

You only found out when he came home all bruised late at night.

You could not believe your eyes when you saw him like that. You’re so pissed.

He didn’t dare to say a word, he just stood there while you took care of his wounds that was taking time to heal.

What brings you to the present day.

You were having lunch with the Hale’s and Parish, and somehow Derek started bragging about having defeated the hunters all by himself.

That was not like him.

“you must be out of your fucking mind” you couldn't stand it anymore and dumped in the middle of his superheroic stories.

“excuse me?” He looked at you in astonishment and suddenly you had the attention of everyone at the table.

“you have a three year old waiting for you everyday at home, and yet you decide to go out and save the world all by yourself? That was fucking stupid and reckless, Derek” without noticing you were raising your voice as the words were getting out of your mouth.

“oh im sorry if i saved your life, and everybody’s life”

“for fucks sake, are you listening to yourself right now?” you gasped and everyone looked at you in shock. No one had ever witnessed a fight from you before. “im sorry if you’ve only had crazy girlfriends who never cared about you, but I fucking do”

“or maybe you are becoming exactly like them”

Wow

“okay that’s enough” Peter got up and broke up the fight, but before he could reach you to get you out of the room you were quicker and got out of there.

Not before Derek noticed the look you gave him. A look he had never seen in your eyes before.

Malia followed you but also gave him that disappointed look.

He knew he had screwed up really bad.

“that was fucked up even for me” Peter said still surprised for what he had just witnessed.

While he was mulling over everything he had said, you were in the room with Malia by your side, trying to comfort you in her own way

“i can just punch him in the face if that’s okay with you, or Parish can just do his fire thing and scare Derek a lit bit, or maybe-“

“im okay sweetheart” you smiled at her, but the smile never reached your eyes. And Malia noticed it.

“no! He can’t say these things and leave it like that. Not to you. Especially not to you.” You felt your eyes watering and hugged her, leaving Malia with no reaction.

“thanks” you meant it.

You let her go and decided it was the moment to take all the doubts of your head.

You left the house with the excuse that you needed to cool down and passed the men in the living room ignoring all their calls.

A few hours passed and you couldn’t get out of the car that was in the parking lot of your old loft. Your hands were shaking, tears were falling from your face, and you felt completely lost.

You didn’t even imagine, but Derek was almost getting out of his mind searching for you. He was so afraid something has happened to you. When he drive past your old loft and saw your car, it was like he could finally breath.

You heard the knocking on your window and when you looked at him and he saw your teary eyes he became desperate.

“what happened, are you okay? Are you hurt? Who hurt you? I’m gonna kill th-“

“Im pregnant”

He froze.

You both were definitely not expecting this to happen right now. Not when Eli was still just a baby.

“what”

“i am pregnant” you repeat. Hearing these words getting out of your mouth for the second time ever.

Derek kept looking at you. You didn’t know what he was thinking, you couldn’t read him this time.

“I’m pregnant and you think I’m like your crazy ex girlfriends, how amazing is this”

You left out a muffled laugh and Derek slid into the passenger seat. His eyes never leaving yours.

“im sorry baby, I’m so sorry” he grabbed your face, forcing you to look into his green eyes. “im so sorry I hurt you, I never meant to do that, quite te opposite, I was only trying to protect you. I am nothing without you guys, you gave me a reason to live again, to dream with a family that I didn’t know I could have. I could not just be there waiting for things to happen, I couldn’t leave you unprotected, I had to do something, I had to protect you and now...”

He paused and put his hand on your stomach.

By now you were sobbing your eyes out.

“by the time Eli was at my door I had no idea what I was going to do, how could I be a father to him, or even how to have a solo parenthood and suddenly you were there to help me, to love me, to love us. And now I am here, to show how loved you are, and how good you are as a mother and will be again.”

“i love you” you said in tears.

“i love you so much baby”

You could see his eyes shinning with tears.

“We’re gonna make it, like we always do.”

And you did make it.

You had a perfect little girl, she looked so much like you. Derek couldn’t take his eyes off her.

Again, he never ever imagined he would be in this place, a father to two beautiful kids, with the love of his live by his side.

Derek Hale was completed.

[bright-and-burning]

No bc I love women and football tell me all the gossip with mccabe and foord and the ex (who is she) ☕️

alright this is going to be long im sorry but get me started on woso and i just blabber. uhh most of my sources cited but this is mostly me going back thru texts from during the world cup and grabbing facts/pictures from then so a few of these claims are a little

BUT i promise i didnt make this up LOL i was Deep in google for the entirety of the world cup so i Know i got my info from somewhere

everything else under the cut bc this got SO long im actually so sorry

there's three primary people involved here:

katie mccabe: left back (but honestly left everything wonder woman). captains the irish national team. plays for WSL's arsenal, has been since 2015 (minus a lil bit loaned to glasgow in 2017). those are the two important facts here really but the below is ~flavor~.

she's 28 and 5'5 and she's a DREAM. scored an olimpico at the world cup (FIRST IN WOMENS WORLD CUP HISTORY!!!!) (THATS WHERE YOU SCORE A GOAL DIRECTLY FROM A CORNER. FIRST ONE SINCE THE 60S IN A WORLD CUP IN GENERAL!! LITERALLY INSANITY!!!)

also for context this world cup was ireland's wnt's first ever major tournament appearance. she's the first ever irish goal-scorer (of men and women!). she's amazing. here's her for arsenal:

ruesha littlejohn: striker/midfielder. scottish-irish, but represents ireland at the senior level. 33 years old. has played for a lot of teams club-wise. currently plays for london city lionesses, a second tier team, but that wasnt announced til after the world cup. her most recent wsl team was aston villa (but i mean it, she's played like everywhere lol). 5'6 if you're curious.

here's her in ireland's kit:

caitlin foord: forward! plays for australia internationally, and arsenal (so teammates with katie. this is important.) she's played for arsenal since 2020! used to play for the thorns in the nwsl once upon a time. 5'7, if, again, you're curious. she used to date a swiss footballer (lia walti, who's played for arsenal since 2018) but they broke up like six months before the world cup. walti unfollows the australian team on instragram right after they post a video of foord, it's all very dramatic (THEYRE STILL TEAMMATES AT ARSENAL THIS WHOLE TIME BTW). arsenal man, always at the scene of the crime.

ok so now you've met our main players!!

world cup happened this past summer (2023), btw. to give you an idea of timing.

katie mccabe and ruesha littlejohn dated for 6-7 years (some articles say 6, some say 7). they came out in june 2019 and said they'd been dating for three years already. their breakup was confirmed right before the world cup (like THE SAME WEEK??), in an article where mccabe was like "yeah, ruesha, my partner at the time..." very casual.

and then. in JUNE. (world cup starts july 20th!!)

foord and mccabe go to ibiza w an ex-arsenal player (jordan nobbs). who (in june 2023, not anymore) played at aston villa with. you guessed it. littlejohn. so yeah your ex gf goes on a trip to ibiza w a new girl and your current teammate, you might be a lil pissed off. maybe.

the sun's (i know, BOOOO but this made me laugh so hard) caption on a pic from the trip had me cackling:

(the title of the article was "inside the glam lifestyle of pals caitlin foord and katie mccabe after ireland’s star’s ex snubs world cup handshake." borderline galpals commentary like have writers there never heard of regular synonyms for friends?? there was also a line that just screamed please don't sue us: "However, The Sun does not suggest the Aussie forward had anything to do with McCabe and Littlejohn's break-up.")

so now we've got two exes on the irish national team going into their first world cup appearance, the captain of the swiss national team and an australian player having broken up like six months ago, and much more, but that isn't directly related to This Specifically.

while you, anon, presumably know how the world cup works, ill give a mini explainer for anyone lost: there's the group stage, where the teams get divided into groups (in this case, of four), and your team plays every other team in the group. you get three points for winning a game, one for a draw, and none for a loss. those points add up and top two teams move on. and then you go into the knockout stage, where you have to win to advance, and if you keep winning you make it to the final yay!!

but for this we only care about the group stage. and more specifically, about group B.

group B is made up of nigeria, canada, australia, and (drumroll please) ireland!!! it is the stuff reality tv shows WISH they could make happen.

ireland and australia play. it is (almost*) the very first game of the tournament (but it's still on july 20th). it is at 5am my time. you would not believe the timezone fuckery i went through that month.

(*ok new zealand played norway starting a bit earlier on the same day but that's not as dramatic sounding)

and you know how they shake hands with the other team before a game? yeah well here's littlejohn apparently refusing to shake foord's hand:

here's a lovely photo of a Look from littlejohn to mccabe:

here's a diff irish player (sullivan) separating littlejohn and foord after the game (australia wins 1-0, btw.):

and i already shared this on @powerful-owl's post BUT. here's mccabe's little sister, supporting mccabe. please note the date (july 20th) and the comment from foord (from after the game, im like 99.99% sure) asking if she wants her jersey now. me personally if i just beat my totally platonic friend/teammate on the world's stage i wouldnt be pulling up in their sister's comments asking if she wants a jersey now (also implication of the word now as in previously discussed, etc etc. this was the thing that pushed me over the edge into insanity at like 9am after no sleep)

i admittedly have not kept up to date on anything that's gone down since the world cup so it's entirely possible more has happened! in fact i would say that it is downright likely lol. i love soccer lesbians n the insane charts necessary to keep track of their relationships <3

[spacecatsocblog]

Concept for one of the main characters of Space Cats, Psyche!

Psyche is actually the first character I ever made for this story back in the 6th grade... around 8 years ago (omg I cant believe this story is almost 9 yrs old...)

info on Psyche (this is long im very sorry):

He is a jaded 35 yr old fighter pilot for the Felis Military, he does his job because he has to, as he signed his life way at 18 to become a soldier.

Psyche is smart and has figured out how shit and secretive the government is, but he has accepted that there is nothing he can do about it. He is pretty much always grumpy, he doesn't like to talk much, and he's short with most people.

However he is actually an amazing pilot and fighter, he's sure to rise in the ranks, as long as he doesn't lose his temper too much and reveal his distaste for the government.

...

Almost all soldiers in the Felis Military are assigned a partner during training in the academy. If a cat has family in the academy at the time, they are almost always partnered with them. Psyche very much so knew this when he joined, as he and his (adopted) brother Clvic joined the military together so they could be eachother's copilots.

Psyche doesn't like to talk about Clvic anymore... his brother is gone, and he's gotten in enough trouble for questioning his death. He refuses to believe the government is telling the truth, but as he knows, there's nothing he can do about it.

For the longest time Psyche was a rare lone pilot, refusing to be assigned another copilot. The government only allowed it because Psyche was one of their best pilots in the force, they warned him however that eventually he would be assigned a new pilot.

When that day came Psyche was assigned Tygam, a cat who had lost his hind legs in battle and had to let his copilot be reassigned while he recovered. Psyche was absolutely pissed about this whole situation, especially since Tygam is a talkative, cocky, idiot (Psyche's words).

However they actually become a great duo, Tygam gets Psyche out of his shell, and Psyche gets Tygam to stop and think before he flings himself at danger and looses another limb.

...

Other fact that I didn't fit in above, Psyche is bi and poly, he is mates with a molly named Silo who is slightly insane and a high end weapons designer (i love her).

Psyche also eventually becomes mates with Tygam as well and the three of them raise Tygam's orphaned niece as their child! In prev versions of this story Psyche and Silo also have kittens but in not sure if I will keep that this time around... idk 🤷‍♂️

...

Extra facts about prev versions of Psyche:

In the 6th grade when he was first created he was originally named Cycodelic Space Cat (yes spelled that way) and he was pink bec I had one pack of gell pens and they were all bright colors.

I am glad i made him tho bec his story has come so far, and if I hadn't made him pink the space cat species would look so boring.

Psyche was also a happy spunky guy when I first made him but now he's all sad and traumatized :p makes him more interesting hehe

Also in the first versions the government was chill and they were fighting space dogs, (I was a big fan of the Cats vs Dogs movie) but now the government sucks and the plot is about rebellion yay!

...

[Image 1 ID: a digital drawing of Psyche, a alien cat oc. He is standing with his right side showing and his right paw raised. He has a tired, unimpressed expression on his face. He is a a slender long furred mostly white cat with pink patches of fur and green eyes. The patches of pink, are on the top of his head, covering his ears and forehead, and going down between his eyes, pink also lines his under eye. There is another large patch of pink on his flank and covering his tail. He has scars on his flank and the bridge of his nose, and they, along with his nose and ears are bright green. He is also wearing a dull green collar with a red plus symbol in a circle, a grey star and a grey bar on it./End ID]

[Image 2 ID: a drawing the same as the previous one, but this time Psyche is wearing a bulky/puffy dull green jacket with red accents. The jacket has large bulky sleeves and a large collar, the cuffs of the jacket, the zipper, and the edge of the collar are all bright red. The jacket also has darker green thick vertical stripes, one on the sleeve and two on the back. There us also a large red circular patch with a darker red plus on the shoulder of the jacket./End ID]

[clearkidhideout]

fucked up kid

PT> 1 "bloody hell shes got a knife"

this is my first fanfiction please dont judge. newt x reader

y/n pov

You wake up in a box confused but not scared, you've been scared before but that was a long time ago. Before it happened before your first kill. You look around your tiny prison and here a ear splitting noise. The box jolts upwards and you barely have time to catch yourself before you fall.

"what the fucking hell is going on" you scream out to no one. You sit yourself down in a corner thinking how did you get here. You think of people you can remember the faces of the people you have killed the people who put you here but no names register in your mind. only the name "y/n" thats my name you say. just then the box stops abrubtly flinging you across to the other side. the box screams as the ceiling starts opening up. you can see that there is supplies including a knife that you decide to grab as you hear voices above you

"no way am i going with these people without a fight" you hide yourself behind crates.

the people above you jump into the box and you here a boy call out in a british accent

"bloody hell she's got a knife"

you jump out from behind the crates and glare at them

"what the hell do you want from me" you look at them the boy who spoke has light brown hair and hazel eyes. two other boys are with him. the first one you look at has high raised eyebrows and looks pissed you give him a glare. the other one has dark skin and is almost bald he looks like the leader. he speaks out to you

"its okay, dont be afrai-"

you interupt him pissed he thinks your afraid

"afraid im not afraid baldy i just want to know what you want from me" you smirk as they take a step back together. "it looks like your the one who's afraid"

he regains his posture and speaks to you again "my names alby greenie i run this place"

you ask "the fucking box"

he says"no the place outside the box this is just a supply box". you look up and see a rope from where they dropped in you grab it and someone from outside hoists you up. the three boys follow behind.

you look at them with a glare "this place looks like shit"

newts pov

me, alby and gally wait for the box to arrive, when it does the alarm stops. the box starts to open and when we look down there is no one inside. confusion hits gally's face and he says "what the hell they didn't send as a new greenie". i reply"i guess not". Alby tells us to start unloading the boxes and we hop down in to the box. thats when i see her she hides behind the crates and she glares at me when we make eye contact her eyes narrowing into slits. and from the reflection of the sun i see something shiny glint in her hand. it shocks me and i tell the guys

"bloody hell she's got a knife"

we all turn to look at her when she jumps out holding the knife in front of her giving us a death glare she say

"what the hell do you want from me"

Alby speaks to her in a soothing vioce he usually uses on the other greenies who seem to be frightened

"dont be afrai-"

he barely got the words out before she says

"afraid im not afraid baldy i just want to know what you want from me"she swings the knife around her fingers in a relaxed motion

i stand there with my mouth open she actually called him baldy

we all take a step backwards and the girl actually looks like she is enjoying this. Alby gains control of the situation again and he says

"i run this place"

she asked him the box which i found quite funny but gally and alby seemed like they were pissed so i had to control my laughter. she then proceeds to climb out of the box with the rope chuck through over the edge and we follow suit. she turns to us and i think she has a permanent glare because she turns around to us and she says

"this place looks like shit"

time skip

y/n pov

turns out this place is packed with boys not one girl in site. like how am i supposed to use the bathroom. anyway found out they've been here for 2 years, that boy baldy or alby as everyone calls him explained it and the one who keeps glaring at me is gally. the one who blew my cover is newt and he walks with a limp.

they invited me to this bonfire that happens every time a new person or greenie as they like to call it comes out of the stupid cage. well newt invited me he actually said "are you comming to the bonfire" like how the hell am i supposed to know that. i said that i wasn't and he said it was going to be fun.

flash back

i was sitting in the car with Newt he was stopped in front of my house.

" y/n are you going to the party?"

"no i dont think so"

"it will be fun"

he smiles at me and holds my hand and i cant resist his look and i start to smile back as i say

"sure"

end of flash back

i stare at this boy in shock and i just say

"sure"

Newts pov

i asked y/n to go to the bonfire and she just said no when i said it was going to be fun she froze like a statue for a few moments and she said sure

then i felt a tingle in like the back of my head and i saw her face smiling back at me saying those exact same words.

right now though she didn't look happy just confused and i couldn't help but smile at her

i cant wait for tonight

<thnx for reading>

[madricat]

Pompeii Part 4: happy birthday

Summary: Carlos goes through more pain with having to continue his life but what if doing so allows him to gain some happiness again?

Genre: Angst and fluff

Notes: Pompeii Part 4! not really proof read so may be grammar mistakes

Warnings: ANGSTY, MENTIONS OF DEATH, YELLING, CRYING

check out Ducky's first parts pt. 1, pt. 2, pt. 3

As the month dragged by, Carlos wasn't the same anymore. Every night Carlos would cry himself to sleep at the thought of getting older without his triplets. And with the rebuild of Casita, it made him feel even worse. He couldn’t bring himself to go back to the place that killed both of you. So he never helped rebuild Casita; instead, he would go back to the river every day.

Every time he visited he would bring some of your’s and Camilo’s favorite food because he knew how mad you would be at him for not taking care of himself. During his time he would enjoy the peace of the quiet and only imagine what you guys would have been up to by now, maybe you would have confessed to your crush you told him about a year ago. Or imagine how many fights would end up with a cactus in Camilo cause he pissed off Isabela. Maybe you all would have ganged up against your older sister to make fun and park her new boyfriend. Oh right…yall never say that. Damn. You guys had missed so much in life so far, Carlos can't even bring himself to think of what else you guys would as well. By the time the sun set he would trench back to the house that some villagers were letting his family stay in. 

He arrived back in time for dinner. Once again he just ate his dinner in silence while everyone else was chatting away. He was about to excuse himself when his abuela said something.

“Family, we are all grateful for the help to rebuild our lovely Casita. Tomorrow we shall finally be able to move back in, so tonight please gather up all your stuff so we are ready to move.” 

By the end of dinner Carlos dragged himself back into the room he was staying in. He didn't want to leave yet. Not that he liked this place no, he just didn't want to go back to the same place he lost his meaning to live. The place where the lives of triplets were lost. He didnt even wanna walk near there, let alone live there. But he had no choice, no matter how hard he wanted to avoid this time.

Thankfully he didn't have much to pack anyway, it only took him about an hour. He only had one last thing to pack tho. There he looked at the photo frame that was faced down on his night stand. With a shaking hand he hesitantly lifted it up to reveal a photo of you three on your thirteenth birthday. All of you laughing together while cake smeared all over y’all cause Carlos decided to start a cake fight.

He choked. He remembered all the fun birthdays shared and didn't realize that last year was gonna be the last ever time.

“Hermano wake up, we get to go back to Casita today!” and enthusiastic Antonio squeaked. 

Carlos weakly opened his eyes that were glue shut from the tears that poured last night. 

“Calmate im getting up”

When he got up body was sore. He had slept all night in the same position clenching onto the photo of you three close to his chest.

Everyone was standing around the path to casita while mirabel was holding a custom doorknob just for her

“I see me..all of me” she said with tears in her eyes

Once she placed the doorknob in magic spread all throughout the house and bringing it back to life, literally.

Everyone started flooding through the doors bringing back the atmosphere of their once beloved home. But Carlos didn't budge. He stood there staring at the house which he dreaded going back into. A pain started to fill every cavity of his chest just remembering that sight he saw of his siblings. When all of a sudden a hand was placed on his shoulder.

“ It hurts me as well, but we both know that they would want us to go in, no matter how much of chickens they would be acting right now,” Dolores said, causing a low chuckle from Carlos. 

She reached her hand out for him to grab. Slowly he held on to his big sister's hand as he was about to do one of the most painful things in his life, going back to that dreaded place. 

As they both walked through the door side by side he tried hard to stay strong and put on a brave face. Once he stepped in he was flooded by amazing memories he had with you two

“ Hey Stupid what would happen if we started spinning you in the hammock?” an 11 year old Carlos exclaimed to his brother.

“Only one way to find out!” a young and very stupid Camilo agreed.

Flash forward to within 5 minutes with Camilo in a hammock wearing a helmet and holding onto the sides of it for dear life, and on the other side Carlos on the end of the hammock ready to spin him. 

“What are you doing now?!” came in young y/n holding an empanada you just got from your tia.

“ About to see what happens to milo if we spin him in the hammock”

“I’ve got a helmet!” he interrupted.

“Yes he has a helmet. So you gonna help us or not”

“Fineeee” young you had said while stuffing the rest of your empanada in your mouth so you could help them.

“ ha remember that time we convinced Camilo to go into the hammock and spin him around” he said to his sister, remembering the memory

“ isn’t it the time he flung out and you guys had tia keep it a secret from mama cause you both knew you’d get in trouble”

“Haha yeah…it was fun”

Dolores had a smile escape from her seeing him laugh and remember the good times they all had together.

It has been a month now since they’ve moved back in. Almost everyone had gotten comfy again and settled back in. All but Carlos. Ever since they came back he hasn't opened his door. He didn’t want his powers back, it would only pain him to remember his matching gift with his triplets. And not seeing your guys' doors near his anymore hurts like hell. So instead he has been sleeping in Antonio’s room since Pepa wont let him sleep on the couch downstairs all by himself. 

At dinner tonight something seemed off. Everyone's chatter sort of seemed a bit forced like they were all trying to hold something in. You can clearly tell in Mirabel’s face that she couldn’t keep straight. All of the sudden it seemed like Pepa had gotten the courage to speak. 

“Carlos it’s your birthday tomorrow, would you like anything?” she asked with hesitation.

“ …I don't want to celebrate,” he said, holding back his tears. He had lost all track of time that he didn’t even notice it was almost his birthday. His birthday…no. It should have been an our birthday instead. He should have celebrated it alongside both of you. Now that he realizes it it was always you and Milo who made a bigger deal out of your guys birthday. All week he would have heard about it. All planning what gifts you wanted to get or who won the vote of the cake flavor this year. But none of it was gonna happen

With this he excused himself from the table and headed up to his room. While he was there he looked at the photo frame that was faced down on his night stand. With a shaking hand he hesitantly lifted it up to reveal a photo of you three on your thirteenth birthday. All of you laughing together while cake smeared all over you all cause Carlos decided to start a cake fight.

He choked. He remembered all the fun birthdays shared and didn't realize that last year was gonna be the last ever time.

“Happy birthday!” Carlos heard while being licked in the face by Antonio’s jaguar. What an amazing wake up call. 

“Alright Alright i’m awake” he said half awake.

After he had gotten up and ready for the day he and Antonio headed down for breakfast.

When they got downstairs you could tell that the atmosphere felt a bit weird.

“Happy Birthday mijo” Felix calmly said to his son while placing a hand on his back.

“Gracias papa”

“ I miss them greatly as well, but we'll get through this together.”

“Carlos glanced over, giving him a slight smile for the kind gesture. 

It was now a bit later in the day. Carlos was waiting for his tia to finish making some food for him to take for today. 

During his aimless walk around he ended up going up upstairs. Walking along the edge he held his arm out to let his fingers sweep by the railing. He just did many aimless laps around, only moving to not run into plants. Yet during all this he didnt think a thing. His mind was just blank. 

During lap who knows what, while he was walking he didn't pay attention and tipped over a small vase.

Doing this made him snap out of his trance. Quickly picking up the mess he made he finally realized where he was. There in front of him was his unopened door. He paused his cleaning and just stared at it.

“We both know you should open it”

A whisper voice appeared out of nowhere, scaring the hell out of him.

“AHHH! DOLORES WHAT DA HELL?!”

“Lo siento hermano”

“...maybe your right”

“ que?”

“ I mean those losers would have wanted me to open it by now right?”

“Agreed”

“Should I…?”

“It’s your decision”

Upon hearing this Carlos closed his eyes and took a deep breath. With fear in his eyes he looked at the doorknob. He took small slow steps towards the door and once he reached it his breathing hitched. Raising his hand upwards to grip the doorknob. When his hand was hovering over it he froze. Is he really gonna do this? How will he live with himself? But it’s what they would want right? But it still wouldn’t be the same? The more questions he wondered the fear was more evident on his face then over. Looking over his shoulder to glance at his sister she gave a resuring headnod that it’s okay. With this he finally lowered his hand and gripped on the doorknob. But nothing happened. The door was still blank. Confusion started to rise

“Did it work?”

“I don't know let me give it a try”

He tried to transform into anyone…but his appearance stayed the same.

“Wh-what’s happening?” a distressed Carlos asked

“I-i don't know!” said an equally confused Dolores

Carlos held up both of his hands, they were shaking crazy. His eyes darted all around trying to unscramble the mess in his brain. He looked up to meet the eyes of his sister, his lip trembling.

“CARLOS YOUR FOOD IS READY!” yelled his tia from the kitchen

“...I have to go”

With this he ran down stairs and swiftly grabbed the basket off the counter and ran. He didn’t know where he was running, he just let his feet guide him.

Finally when his feet stopped he looked up to see where he was. He had ran all the way to your guys’ graves. He hasn’t visited here ever since where you guys were buried, it pained him to come here again. Upon closer look he realized that the ruanas he placed on the grave stones were gone

“ No, no where did they go?!” he yeld while holding back a sob stuck in his throat. 

He collapsed to the floor gripping his ruana near his chest. A pain unimaginable was in his heart. How much more could this day pain him? He sat there balling his eyes out. All the pain that had been building up from today was being released.

“ hey loser you don't look good crying” said a familiar voice

Carlos shot his head up to see who was talking. His hair was a mess and his eyes were bloodshot from the violent sobs. When he looked up he saw a sight he missed all too well.

“Ca-camilo…?”

“Yup! I would say in the flesh but umm yeahhh”

“How are you-where’s y/n?!”

“Over here dumbass”

Carlos shot his head back to see the sight of his sibling standing there. Oh god how much he missed it

“Wait how are you guys-”

“Well, if you would have been smart, I believe you got a new gift. Oh, and we never got the chance to thank you for our ruanas, it was getting cold.” you said.

“Ha your welcome then”

" Now you have to catch us up on everything though"

That was his new gift, being able to talk to the dead. Maybe his gift was still connected to his siblings in the end after all…

[midnighteloquence]

den

…

im gonna kms

this hasnt been saved

for the THIRD FUCKING TIME

okay lets do it again i guess fucking bitch i had such good writing in here

heres my code names up to date i guess 🙄

(leaving A out til the end :3)

Friend B: i will never have anything negative to say about her. shes literally in the top three list of people i love. shes the reason im still here. shes my day oner frfr. im so glad she pointed out my bag that one day two years ago, because idk where i’d be if i wasnt her friend. being friends with her has brought me so many other people, so much of my personal development, and in general shes just amazing. not to mention shes so pretty. she makes school actually bearable. in the morning i’ll be pissed off about waking up and she’ll pick a crane fly off the wall or smth and my mood is immediately lifted. i love her with my whole heart

Friend C: oh boy where do i start

the main subject of this rant blog. every other rant on this blog is about him. i will admit that there was a time i liked him. but that was before we even knew each other. it all started going wrong when we became friends.

i admired them because in my eyes they seemed cool. we shared similar “alternative” interests, and they had so many stories to share. but now? i wish i could stop myself from being their friend. i hate their guts, i admit that, but maybe theres a different universe out there where i could like them. where they didnt hug me non consensually, or verbally attacked me as a “joke” (because of how much they love me 🥺), or made sexual jokes about me, or would ask repeatedly for things instead of accepting i said no, or lied pathologically, or did anything of the sort. but thats not this universe, and so in this one i can have and express that i dont like them and theyre a terrible human being. i hope you burn, but i also used to like you.

got melodramatic there whoopsies

Friend D: i admired them alongside C. ironic how admiring people from afar caused them to be terrible people. i hadnt noticed D’s red flags until a couple weeks ago, where i was properly educated, and now im pissed off. theyre scum to me. not in degrading way, theyre a genuine terrible human being. which is such a pity since they seemed like such a reasonable person. did not seem like the typa person to do these typa things (i have a rant here explaining). oh well, ill live. i barely talked to them anyways. theyll stick to thinking theyre not the problem, and ill stick to ranting about them in my tumblr posts.

Friend E: blast from the past wowoowowowowowiw

i was close to them like last year summer, but dropped them ages ago this year. i had my reasons, and obviously made sure that i told them my reasons instead of just leaving because i knew that was the right thing. tbh? idr what half of those reasons were. im sure most were reasonable, but also i was extremely petty back then. nowadays i dont rlly care for them. im neutral. like if they chatted to me i would be fine with it and chat back, but i dont wanna be their friend. and its fine because they understand that and dont wanna be mine either. its the first breakup (friend breakup) ive had that ends with communication instead of leaving on read.

Friend F: yippee some positive sprinkle in yo life! i dont talk to her often but shes so cool and admirable as a human being and generally really bubbly and fun. shes the reason i ever found out im autistic! which thank you for that. they dropped D for their mental health and that’s soooo admirable and respectable of them. i admire them from afar and wish we talked more. even if we arent in the same friend group anymore, i still think theyre neat!

And finally…

Friend A: a bitch /j

okay okay for serious they are the reason im alive. im not exaggerating when i say you saved me. youre an actual angel (if not a wholeass goddess) sorry im dumping a “if not for you id be dead!” thing whoops. NEWays she makes my life and school life so much better and is so entertaining to talk to. not to mention pretty like??? im going to actually confess here and now that there were a couple times i needed you to repeat what you said because all i was thinking about is “how can someone be this pretty?” /gen /ily /p

bulleting holes- points because you did so >:3

the most creative mf on the planet when it comes to plotlines, lore, character designs. AND THEN YOU STILL FIND A WAY TO MAKE MORE PLOTLINES AND CHARACTERS???? insane dude

your make actual schedules which is maddening considering i cant even think of what im having for dinner

pretty…

hilarious because why you got me giggling and kicking my feet at your texts

CAN SOMEHOW PUT UP WITH ME YAPPING

super duper duper passionate about interests >:3

distance

science is so boring without you come back…

your remarks are so funny man like genuinely how do you come up with stuff like that on the spot

i lovevevevvrvevevevvevevvevec your clothing style ahhhh im gonna steal your clothes

i love you

thats a bullet point

ily man never forget 🤙

I think thats it! (i excluded mario, friend 1 & 2 because cba)

bye bye if tumblr doesnt save this im loading a glock

[ihatedean]

had like three dreams about our cat being alive but it was so weird. we never see her, just one that looked sorta like her but was more like a weird living plushie trying to enter my boyfriend's old house through the window. we were picking up his stuff because he's leaving to move with me so we're tired and grumpy. someone calls to us from downstairs and tells us she was in this like. carry on bag. they say she had been there all this time. i ask them if she's alive and they say they hear her all the time, but then i look at the bag and keep thinking there's no way she can breathe in there but i tell them to "open the bag, then". they tell me they can't, and i scoff. but fuck i really wanna see if she's there. all these cats keep showing up and they're all so skinny and creepy looking but i still try to let them in. i start screaming at my boyfriend that we have to jump out of the window and get the bag, see if she's there, but either he doesn't hear or he's ignoring me, and the more i scream the more i think it's the second one because he's right beside me and he's also looking at the bag.

it's two kids, telling me about the cat. i don't trust them but i know it's because they weren't raised right. can't be good people. still, just kids. i get the feeling the whole bag thing is more about teasing me than about caring for the cat. like they're having fun, seeing me so desperate.

when his uncle shows up i know it's over and for some reason i also know the dream is about to end. suddenly i get really really quiet and all that screaming is gone. now my boyfriend's screaming. i just start picking up bags, looking at the floor and trying to remember what it looks like, i keep thinking im never coming back so i need to remember what the floor looks like. i go past the kitchen and i want to puke so bad but i still breathe deep and grab the last bag of trash. i didn't know why i did it in the dream but i know now that it was because it smells exactly like i remember: rotting. stale water. sewage. just wrong. i described it to him for the first time as "water rotting" (the sink was clogged so bad but it was the only one upstairs that worked. everytime i stayed there i hated washing my hands because the smell made me gag. brushing my teeth was even worse)

i still hear my boyfriend screaming but we're stepping out of the house. at the last moment he throws a trash bag right into his uncle's face— i look down, i only have clothes in my hand. i don't know what happened. the sun hits the stairs and i keep thinking about last times and how i wish we could sit on the stairs and enjoy the moment because we can never go back here again. he keeps ignoring me because i keep saying things that hurt him. he's out now waiting for me but im talking to his sister. i ask about the cat. she says she doesn't know. she has her stupid face on and it pisses me off so bad. i don't remember what i say. i just remember screaming "pelotuda" and the door shutting.

and then we're walking. we have like four bags each and we're going home. i keep thinking about her but that was our last chance. even in the dream, i remember his dreams. i remember him telling me he saw her dead and he didn't believe in dreams and connections but he would, for her. so i keep telling myself she's not there anymore, probably hasn't been for a while. we're passing the gas station for the second time and i remember this is a dream and this isn't how he left, a year ago. i wasn't there when it happened. so i wake up. and all i keep thinking is going back there to stand in front of his old house staring waiting to see something that tells me she might be there. hasn't worked for a year

[starjxsung]

hi hi bb! how are you?

i’m moving to the floor upstairs in my apartment complex bc they’re turning my apartment into an office! we just got that done today. but i literally just received the most frustrating news ever.

so im supposed to be doing a practicum the whole next year at a center that they assigned me. so they tell me like in may to get my practicum supervisor’s number from a former student and coordinate the schedule for my work. (this is kinda on me, i really didnt pay too much attention to texting the supervisor three months before starting). so i texted her like a week ago and she responds today saying that she’s in vacation and that if i was one of the students that she interviewed that i shouldn’t have any problems. and im like ??!? so i text my practicum coordinator bc they’re supposed to have a contract and my spot available. nobody told me anything about an interview or having to compete for my spot. and nobody knew who made the initial contact with the supervisor so i could text her back and explain the situation. and im just so frustrated at the lack of organization bc like, you’re supposed to make sure that they’re keeping my spot before assigning the center to me?? and if my spot wasn’t guaranteed you should’ve told me so i could contact them beforehand?!? bc last practicum i did, my professor introduced me to my supervisor and here they didn’t even make contact with the supervisor beforehand. so my professor is trying to work things out bc maybe imma have to change centers :))) yay i love grad school. tbh if they give me a hard time imma drop out idgaf anymore <3 and like, if they had told me that i needed to work everything out in may i would’ve done it but they just said to talk about the scheduling so it pisses me off that now my spot isn’t guaranteed (also my grad school bestie dropped out bc the program is literally trash and the coordinators gave no fucks or anything :))) gr8)

i still haven’t preordered my album but i rlly want to but i rlly shouldn’t before lolla (i probs will).

and fr i wanted to buy some new ones for lolla but decided against it bc i had to break them in. so ill be wearing my crusty ones bc they’re the best <3

pink haired seonghwa hits sooo different too </3 ik i had another ateez dream but i can’t remember it </33 i hate when that happens :(((

i love momo, she’s so bestie coded <3 i hope you’ve had such a good week!! i send you so much love <33

-🐈‍⬛

NOOOOO OH MY GOD????? This sounds legit EXACTLY what my sister is going through. She’s doing an internship next year and she was assigned a program at a center but the lack of organization is actually INSANE…. She’s had to follow up so many times about wtf she��s supposed to be doing and SO many people within the program have ended up just dropping out bc nobody communicates anything. When she first had the interview they said QUOTE “you’ll hear back from us in 1 week about whether you got the position”. And 2 months later she heard nothing, so naturally she assumed she didn’t secure the internship and she was crying like every single day trying to scramble to find something else. I finally pushed her to just reach out and be like heyyy wtf is the status of this… and they were basically like “oh yeah you got the job we thought someone reached out to you already”. She starts in August officially but no joke EVERY checkpoint for this internship has been a nightmare of what she’s supposed to be doing. No communication, no scheduling, everybody’s magically on vacation when she reaches out. She has to chase after them like she’s doing THEM some kind of favor by remembering they have a new fuckin intern. What a joke lmao

I am so so so sorry the same thing seems to be happening to you :( I am manifesting everything in my SOUL that you’re able to still have the position secured (my sister was able to after 2 months, so there’s hope !!) but it’s so beyond FUCKED that they didn’t tell you any of this before. People wonder why these positions aren’t filled more and then they treat people within that field of work like this…. yeah I sure wonder the fuck why everyone’s quitting 🤨

Hoping so hard for you bby :( my sister’s having a hard time being excited for lolla bc she’s so stressed about all of it and I don’t blame her (or you) for being so frustrated with all of this. I really really hope everything turns out okay. And if it doesn’t, I have no doubt you’ll still be able to secure something else at another center. Most everyone in my sister’s class had issues with their practicum but they ALL got something in the end and lived to tell the tale. I’m sure you will too 🤞💓

Sending you so much love from me and the lil fluffy kid (who got a new collar this week and it’s purple !! I’ll post pics when I get it on her) we love u very much and we’re always rooting for u 💖🫶💝🩷💘 also I hope moving’s going okay and I’m manifesting more Ateez dreams for u always. Love u bby :(

[anthonysstupiddailyblog]

Anthony's Stupid Daily Blog (832): Thu 27th Jun 2024

This morning when I went downstairs to let Lucy out for a piss I saw across the road that there were two chavs moving a sofa from one house to another part by part. I think there was a body cut up with a piece put into each part which to be honest I was really proud of myself for coming up with because it would make a great murder plot. I’m pretty sure that over the last twelve years of writing absolutely bollocks for this blog I’ve written about a man dying while hiding inside a sofa and then the sofa being sold to an old man who has no idea there’s a skeleton in there and lives with it for many years. It’s concerning to me that I’ve clearly run out of shite to write about so I’ve just started stealing from myself in the past. I decided to book a one week holiday for the end of July. I’m not going to go anywhere I’ll just chill for a week (hopefully in the sunshine). I can’t remember if I’ve taken any holidays since my week in Gran Canaria in January. I think I may have taken a few days off sick but I’m genuinely too lazy to check the archives of this cunting blog to verify this. I also booked an appointment at the doctors for the day I get back from London from the AC/DC concert. Ever since my operation to remove a herniated disc three years ago there has still been lingering discomfort which has now progressed into full on pain despite the endless physio and visits to the chiropractor so I suspect that I might have another problem with one or more of my discs. There’s definitely something not right in either my spine or my shoulder and most days it feels like there’s something stuck under my left shoulder blade. It’s starting to make my foot drop and I’m getting tingles through my arm again like I did the first time. Reluctantly I’m going to have to ask to be referred to the useless MSK cunts who kept sending me away with ineffective stretches for over a year before I finally had to pay for an MRI which confirmed I had a herniated disc. Im going to tell them straight away if they’re not going to send me for an MRI then I’ll pay for it myself somehow because I’m not wasting another year on stupid stretches. This fucking neck of mine has kept me away from jiu jitsu for over five years now and I’m sick of it, it’s time to get it sorted out once and for all.

[mimikyuno]

What was irama like at school? Since he's entering Sanremo again I want the tea ☕

omg i forgot mentioning this on tumblr like 2 years ago so at first when i read this ask i was like HOW DO YOU KNOW alsgslsghj

THIS GOT LONG so i’ll put it under a read more cut sorry alahslsh i love talking about good old filippo maria

but anyway he was kinda chill. we were classmates only for a year and a half but he and i were friends actually! basically he had to repeat the first year of high school so he switched to my school, was there for a year and a half and then switched to one of those school that do “two years in one”. last i heard from him he told me he failed the two in one and started a three years in one but then we drifted apart and that was gosh. over 10 years ago? being a little lesbian helped me get close to him bc everyone had a massive crush on him or anyway was intimidated by him so i think he liked that i was a bit weird (autism) and uninterested in him, especially since we went to a school with mostly girls; in my class the first year we were 27 girls vs 2 boys (him being one of the 2).

im pissed at him bc before he switched schools he lent me his one piece mangas (first 5 volumes) and i lent him my woodstock dvd and he just switched schools without warning any of us and he never gave me the dvd back 😤 and i had Just returned him the first volume of one piece which is very hard to find lmao

the best story i have from high school with him is that as i said we were kinda good friends (again why i was also upset he just. switched schools without saying anything to me or anyone else? i mean we still talked after he left but only via text and only sporadically for a year or so) and during one lesson he passed me a paper where he had written a song and he was like “you’re good at writing what do you think of my lyrics?” and i told him they were quite tacky and he got super offended 😭 in retrospect now that he’s a famous singer it’s hilarious to me

as for how he was like as i said, he was chill. honestly because he mostly slept, especially during the first 2-3 periods alsgslsg once our teacher called his parents to discuss this bc she was like “i think your son is doing drugs” and honestly she was right he was smoking soo much weed he was high 24/7 and he was the one who gave 4 of my classmates their first weed. i was there every time bc i hung out with him after school a few times and GOD CHRIST the last one was ugly but also one of my party stories even before he was famous.

WE WERE GONNA STUDY ENGLISH okay! he needed help in correcting the spelling and finishing a presentation for english class so after school we decided to go find a bench and study. as i mentioned above? 90% of the student body was girls, and they all crushed on him. so as we exited school we ran into a former classmate who was repeating the first year (were in the second at the time) and she decided to tag along. filippo just had to smoke before we studied, and he rolled a joint for our friend too. he had this bad habit of always rolling way too much weed (especially for first timers! got another classmate to throw up in class) and this girl straight up FAINTED on us. it was terrifying guys 😭 here we were, 15 and 16 and freaking out about her actually getting seriously sick and having to tell the police we had weed on us alsgslsgsl luckily it all resolved nicely and withou adults involved. he called his girlfriend of the time who ran there on her scooter and helped us take care of Fainted Girl. the most hilarious part of this story to me is that Girlfriend told filippo off and he was just like a little puppy literally this -> 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

BUT THE BEST PART was when Girlfriend ordered him to go to the store to get Fainted Girl food because she was starving and he ran and came back with ham 😭😭 like. prosciutto cotto in busta. his girlfriend and i laughed sm we started almost crying alshalag OF ALL THE SNACKS HE COULD HAVE BOUGHT! but fainted girl slurped that up like crazy and he was acting all smug. his gf and i kept laughing. then WHILE HIGH he drove me on his white vespa (yeah, he was That kind of guy) to where my mom was gonna pick me up and yeah. that was the last time we actually hung out before he switched schools. memorable. the ham part still makes me laugh when i think of his high face holding it alshsks his girlfriend and i were CRYING

sorry this got long but honestly i have even more stories he was chill but also a bit insane. the main reason i dislike him is that he was always quite arrogant. he came from a rich family and everyone crushed on him which gave him such an annoying ego. and the fact that he switched schools without saying anything was a tad rude, especially bc at first he didnt even answer my texts for a couple of weeks. we thought he died LMAO but no he just didn’t value us in the class enough to grace us with information or a goodbye. the fact that he came from a rich family was honestly probably the reason he got into sanremo giovani in the first place anyway. i wont say who his daddy works for bc idk if it’s public information and i dont wanna spread any rumours but. trust me im quite sure he got in bc of connections. all my former classmates and i agree on this lol. he was just a spoiled, arrogant kid who was also quite fun and chill. it just pisses me off how he gets fame and money probably thanks to his family! also how he never gave me my dvd back, im autistic i remember these things alshslsgsj oh and again, im autistic and rly care about these things but we were talking about ww2 in class once and i mentioned that my family at the time was part of the antifascist partisans and after class he was like “your family killed people how are u proud of it?” and i was like EXCUSE ME?! first of all they killed fascists who were like. trying to get people deported and were killing civilians. but he was adamant that being part of the resistance was as bad as being a fascist and that never sat right with me. but he was also 15/16 so i hope his mindset changed. ANYWAY YEAH. good old filippo

[trickarrows-bishop]

i genuinely get so angry at s4 of stranger things like im p like over it and have come up with aus and stuff to combat it but like. goddamn does THIS line

piss me off. what do you mean she said this and then the very next episode had steve saying he's been fantasizing abt having six kids with his ex from two years ago.

they'd still b treating robin like shit if she was straight, but it's a spit in the face that she's queer and they still have her deliver this dialogue. they're basically saying that us queer people? yeah, our stories aren't important as straight ones. unless, of course, like will, your love is used to instead boost a straight couple!

s4 was just such a horrible season overall

honestly season three has been its peak so far for me. season four was alright to watch for the first time ( not that fucking finale tho. fuck that finale was horrible. ) but when you look back at it all they truly couldn't have written a worse script.

i get that yeah, its the 80s, queer people aren't exactly accepted that well. but fuck they very much existed AND very much had a love lives. robin's story is JUST as important as steve's is.

also. i want to deep dive into how they did queer rep in season four with vickie. we see how robin acts around vickie and its all nice and sweet like aww look robin's panicking over a girl thats cute !! but. they really fumbled the bag with the fact that vickie at the end of season four's finale literally mirroring robin's like. every mannerism. like. okay. say in season five we have vickie and robin set up to be a couple. cute. cool. but are you telling me that they're then being like "oh yeah this is exactly how EVERY sapphic and woman liker acts when they have a crush on a girl" like??? lol weirdly enough. NO ??? like that acc really pissed me off the way they just copied and pasted the way robin acted around vickie to when vickie acts around robin. i get and understand fully that the chances are they're trying to tell us in season five there's a chance vickie is going to be romantically interested in robin- but WEIRDLY enough they're so many other ways of doing that and to show her having a potential crush on robin. like the literally could've had. ONE. shot of her just taking an extra second to look at robin in that finale and that would've sufficed. pissing me off. season four really did piss me off their representation for queer media has literally dropped sm like they should let someone else write season five atp

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i just have to put this somewhere but anyways im catching up on my favourite podcast and one of the hosts just recounted her experience of being arrested for a felony (shouldn't have even been one it's not even serious??????) at an airport and im just... just listening to it leaves me so... so furious. the complete lack of respect for human beings that cops and the judicial system has and other victims of the system have towards themselved and their inmates and just... fuck i am so mad. she's trying to play it off like she's fine and even said "well it was my fault" but IT FUCKING WASN'T EVEN A LITTLE BIT?!?!?

HOW FUCKING OBSCENE IS IT THAT SOMEONE CAN GET DETAINED WITH NO OPPORTUNITY FOR BAIL AND SHOVED INTO A SHIT SMEARED AND PERMA-FLUORESCENT-LIT HOLDING CELL FOR ANY AMOUNT OF TIME AT ALL BUT FOR ANY LONGER THAN A DAY IS UNACCEPTABLE ANY LONGER THAN AN HOUR AND JUST- FOR FUCKING WHAT???? SPEEDING THRU DUSTY ASS ARIZONA????

as someone who very recently just spiralled like a maniac all because i couldn't sleep on one 14 hour flight - i cant even imagine how horrible even just the lack of sleep she got there was alone.

The fact that this one bitch ass cunt cop high on his own shit because he keeps his head so far up his ass that he can't see past the inside of his tiny dick can go on a power trip and accuse some random ass person of more than their only actual crime of speeding and then get pissed they were wrong that this person wasn't smuggling drugs and then file some fucking warrant about it three years later and then kick start a series of events that eventually leads to this person having to be arrested at customs for a federal warrant because they missed the court date for their speeding ticket in asszona because it was filed three years late??? (like CMON already the fact that there isn't an expiry on such an inconsequential charge is ludicrous im horrified) and this person had moved and their living situation was such the UPS could not update their address and then could not keep forwarding their mail

the idea that something so petty and so stupid (and due to misconduct on part of that one pig and every one else after deserves to be wiped with compensation in the first place) can land you in and leave with you such a horrifically traumatic experience is just... just so. so so so unacceptable. deplorable.

meanwhile actual human traffickers, absuers, and murderers are posting bail spending at most a few hours in detainment and then not even going to court or barely going to court cuz they've got lots of money and can afford immorally competent lawyers...

no sweetie. that was not your fault. that's a broken fucking system. and you should be furious. and you should be upset. and you should not feel like less of a person just because this happened to you and it's fucked you up of course it fucked you up cuz that's what it's designed to do and it really really really shouldn't be that way.

anyways i hope that cop that started this from however many years ago this was now dies 4x4ing in the arizona desert when his brakes fail and he gets sent flying off a cliff and then being in the middle of nowhere and cuz he's obviously an idiot never told anyone what he was up to is never found and has to just lay in the wreckage in agony with several broken limbs but no injuries so serious that he gets to die within the hour- no, instead he dies rotting away in the oven of a dark paint jeep having the sand and sun suck all the moisture from his ugly body until, unable to move due to his injuries, he dies to exposure and dehydration.

that's what i wish for that piece of trash and all other shit dicks just like him. i don't care if he was just having a bad day and his temper got the best of him- when you work in the types of positions that he does (thus all judicial positions) you don't get to just have a "bad day" and get away with it because your poor judgement can cost the life and wellbeing of another person.

so this is how i hope karma reaches you.

this is how i hope karma reaches all the bastards responsible for this and the numerous other cases that are, as we know, so much worse. and that's the worst part. it's true that her experience was traumatic but even then it is trivial compared to how many more awful things have happened worse than that.

fuck.