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weekly tag wednesday 🤘🏼
i was tagged by some cutie patooties (@deedala @creepkinginc @energievie @crossmydna @sleepyfacetoughguy @transmickey & @metalheadmickey) to play a new version of an old favorite! let's do it! 🖤
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name: bee 🐝
age: thirty-five minus four 🙃
favorite color: turquoise ✨
what emoji best describes your current mood? 🗣
what season is it where you are right now? well, it's technically fall, but i'm in socal now, the land of eternal sunlight... so naturally it's 100 degrees F here today ☀️
were you up before or after the sun this morning? before, i think! 💤
are you currently in possession of a pumpkin? i am not 😔
do you prefer to carve or paint your jack-o-lanterns? carve! but it's been a million years since i've done it! 🎃
do you have a favorite pumpkin-spice flavored treat? If so, what is it? every year, i make my wife a pumpkin roll. it has cream cheese frosting enveloped in pumpkin cake & it's both beautiful & delicious! (maybe i'll make one this weekend!) 😋
what's your favorite season and what's your favorite pie that you associate with it? ooooh summer & key lime pie! 😎
we're having a pot-luck, what are you going to bring? i'm bringing a cowboy caviar, which is a corn salad/dip with black beans, peppers, onions, avocados, tomatoes & some other goodies! it's delicious, you'll love it! 🤠
it's chilly outside and you need a hot drink in your hands, what are you drinking? brewed coffee or a latte with oat milk ☕️
will you be wearing a costume for Halloween? Is it ready? yes hahahaha my wife told me that she wants to be alex & henry from rwrb, which was the LAST thing i was expecting & yet it's every dream of mine come true. stay tuned! 🇺🇸 🇬🇧
finally, what's something you've made or done recently that you're proud of? i whipped up a new creative proposal for work in a short amount of time & i'm quite happy with it & hopeful for its future. if you have any fingers to cross or well wishes to toss my way, please say a little spell for my new baby 😌
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tagging @whatwouldmickeydo @howlinchickhowl @whatthebodygraspsnot @gardenerian @heymrspatel @deathclassic @francesrose3 @rereadanon @sickness-health-all-that-shit @lupeloto & @scurvgirl if you wanna play!! if not, i'm (with consent) smooching your nose! 💋
#i honestly need to order us some socks to wear for halloween!#also i'm henry if anyone was curious lololol#it's gonna rule#THIS WAS FUN!#tagged#tag games#weekly tag wednesday
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Online shopping, who knew?
Dr. Spencer/reader
Summary: Spencer Reid has never been the biggest fan of technology, until he starts dating Y/n, who just happens to love technology a little too much.
words: 1.1k
warnings: Spencer Reid wasting money? nothing else to my knowledge!
a/n: this is honestly such a crack fic that I just thought was a silly idea haha
Spencer Reid had never been “normal”. As a little boy he had pushed aside the “traditional” interests of most of the little boys in Las Vegas. His father had pushed him to play baseball, get into sports, but Spencer would rather have locked himself in his bedroom and master calculus than step out on that field and hit a ball with a bat, feeling it was the most primitive form of entertainment that he had no interest in whatsoever. Spencer loved models of the solar system, he loved dictionaries and books of all sorts, but there was one thing in particular that Spencer Reid simply did not like.
Ever since Spencer Reid was a little boy he didn’t like technology all that much. Sure, it was helpful and allowed for new discoveries in science and about every other field out there, which Spencer Reid obviously supported, but he just never liked technology all that much. His team knew about his aversion to all things technological, and when Garcia had splurged on new tablets for each of the members, Spencer had opted for good old pen, paper, and printed pictures.
Then Spencer Reid met Y/n, the newest member of the BAU who every member of the team, especially Spencer, had found themselves completely enamored with as soon as she joined the team. Just months into Y/n’s employment with the BAU, she and Spencer had begun dating and within a year moved in with each other, the relationship moving fast but the two of them completely in love with each other. Y/n Y/l/n loves technology, she loves playing online games, she loves reading ebooks, something Spencer Reid would never be on board with, paper books are better! Which they’ve argued a million times about of course. She loves doing research online in order to expand her knowledge, and most of all, Y/n loves online shopping. The entire team loves to make jokes about their youngest team member’s obsession, Morgan had even put together an intervention for her when they found out just how much online shopping she was doing per week. At first, Spencer Reid tried to get his girlfriend to stop her addiction, I mean, how many clothes does the girl need? Spencer thinks she looks perfect in anything she puts on so he honestly doesn’t really understand why she needs new outfits all the time. Then Y/n had bought some lingerie and okay maybe Spencer starts to see the appeal of online shopping, but he would never ever admit that to anyone, not even Y/n. So looking back on Spencer’s history with technology and his aversion to the habits of his beloved girlfriend, no one is more surprised than Spencer himself when he finds himself entering the fourth hour of online shopping one Saturday night when Y/n had gone over to Garcia’s house to hang out with the girls of the BAU team.
He had picked up Y/n’s computer because her birthday was coming up and as much as he doesn’t like anything related to online shopping, he loves his girlfriend so much more, so he decided he should buy her something for her birthday. He had started browsing the stores he knew Y/n liked and all of a sudden it was like a switch tripped in Spencer’s brain, there’s so much stuff online! So much stuff to buy! He buys Y/n a dress that he knows she’ll love and he’ll love to see on her, he buys her a new case for her laptop as she had been complaining about her broken case when they have to travel so much for work, and he buys her a new go-bag, something that they always need when, once again, the couple are almost always traveling for their vigorous jobs at the BAU. Then he starts seeing items that oh no he most definitely does not need but yes he does. Who needs an air fryer? Spencer Reid and Y/n need an air fryer that’s who, Spencer never knew they were so versatile! He can make so many things so quickly, which will come in handy when him and Y/n are always rushing out the door somewhere.
Then Spencer enters the dangerous world of Halloween decorations. Oh my lord, it being the end of August, Spencer is anxiously awaiting the onset of his absolute favorite time of the year, therefore he buys Halloween decoration after Halloween decoration until the cart is filled with masks to scare Morgan with at work, candy to give out granted the two are home this Halloween, and fake cobwebs to decorate their apartment as well as the BAU office if he can get away with it, Hotch might not be on board with transforming the bullpen into a spooky wonderland. There’s also the huge amount of clothes that Spencer finds himself buying, he doesn’t put too much thought into his clothes, but he likes to think he looks professional at work, so he finds himself buying a whole variety of ties, and socks, because Spencer Reid hates wearing matching socks and they have so many fun patterns of socks online, who knew! He also begins shopping for Christmas, four months early but Spencer Reid definitely isn’t deterred by that fact.
All of a sudden Spencer starts yawning a bit and he looks at the clock, it being almost two o’clock in the morning at this point and Spencer starts giggling. Spencer Reid doesn’t do this, he hardly ever uses technology except for when Garcia works her magic to solve a case for them, Spencer Reid certainly doesn’t online shop, but here he is with over $500 worth of random online items. Spencer places his orders before he can use his brain to convince himself it’s not a good idea to buy a bunch of items he definitely doesn’t need, then he shuts Y/n’s laptop and throws it across the bed, feeling like it had attacked him, had he been hypnotized? Spencer Reid gets ready for bed and texts Y/n goodnight, before falling asleep extremely quickly, embarrassingly worn out by his ventures online. Spencer honestly feels like his adventures of online shopping had been just a dream.
Y/n comes back and the next day they’re called to Houston to solve yet another serial killer case, so the items Spencer had bought online fade to the very back of his mind. They’re walking up the stairs to their apartment when Spencer sees the boxes, there are probably ten huge boxes ands bags from assorted stores in front of their door. Y/n starts laughing, her laugh getting more intense until she can barely breathe.
“Spence?” she gasps out, “you want to tell me about your activities online?” she says still laughing. Spencer sighs and face palms, he is never going to live this down, that’s for sure.
#spencer reid#dr spencer reid#criminal minds#spencer reid fluff#spencer reid crack#crack fic#criminal minds fic#spencer reid fic#spencer reid/reader#spencer reid/you#y/n#reader insert#this is just a funny thought honestly#spencer reid imagine#criminal minds imagine
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Fictober Day 3
Prompt number: 3. “Now? Now you listen to me?”
Fandom (AU if applicable): MCU
Rating: T
Warnings/Tags: Darcy Lewis/Loki (aka TaserTricks), foot injury, Established Relationship, Loki being the perfect boyfriend (at least he thinks so), not Infinity War-compliant, not Endgame-compliant, Avengers Tower AU
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Lifesaver (AO3)
Fall was Darcy’s favorite season and walking through Central Park with her new boyfriend was her favorite way to enjoy it. She and Loki were barely into their romantic relationship, having spent the summer dancing around each other after he helped the Avengers defeat Thanos. At first, Darcy wasn’t sure if she could trust the trickster god and Loki, by his own admission, had a hard time opening up to anyone besides Thor.
Eventually, and with a little help from their nearest and dearest, they put aside their insecurities and took the plunge. Their first date had been two weeks ago and Darcy could honestly say she’d never been happier. Loki was everything she ever wanted in a boyfriend – attentive, funny, well-mannered, passionate, and genuinely interested in her, her opinions, and what she wanted.
Such a nice change of pace from the usual losers, she thought as they walked hand-in-hand under the canopy of trees. His longer legs meant that he had to shorten his stride to keep pace with her but he never complained. He doesn’t complain about much of anything, actually. Hmm.
“Loki, are you- OW!”
Focusing on her boyfriend instead of the path had her tripping on a stick in shoes that were more pretty than practical. The side of her foot rolled underneath her and she could feel something in her foot move in an unnatural way as pain shot through it. Tears welled in her eyes and she nearly fell over but she steadied herself at the last moment.
“What in Odin’s name did you do to yourself?” he asked, concerned.
“I’m sure I just rolled my ankle or something,” she answered. “It’s happened before.” But that time, the pain wasn’t this bad…
“You need a healer.”
“I just need to rest it, I’ll be fine,” she said as she limped over to a nearby bench.
Loki rolled his eyes as he followed her. “I know stubbornness in inherent in all humans but your level exceeds that of most.”
She would’ve stuck her tongue out at him but the pain was getting worse and her ankle boot started to feel really tight. Trying to take it off made her gasp in pain.
“Allow me,” Loki murmured as he knelt in front of her. Once he had her ankle boot and Halloween-themed sock removed, she could see that her foot was already swollen.
“That’ll never do,” he murmured, half to himself. Gently holding her ankle in one hand and her foot in the other, he spared her face the briefest glance before putting his full focus on her foot.
Until that moment, Darcy had never seen anything of Loki’s Jotun nature, so she watched, fascinated, as the tips of his fingers turned Ice Giant blue and cold seeped into her injured foot. She instinctively tried to jerk her foot away but Loki’s grip was as firm as it was gentle.
“Be still a moment, Darcy Lynn,” he murmured, more than a little annoyed as he kept his eyes on her foot.
“Er, yeah, could you maybe forget I told you my middle name?”
He looked up at her, an amused and tender smile lighting his face. “I quite like it, actually. It suits you.”
“Um, thanks,” she muttered, feeling heat rise in her face.
“You’re welcome.” Once he finished the cold therapy, he sat back on his haunches, watching her.
Darcy sighed overdramatically. “Okay, fine, I need a doctor.”
Loki raised an eyebrow. “Now you listen to me?”
“It was bound to happen sooner or later,” she said, smiling weakly.
He rolled his eyes. “You also need proper footwear.”
“I like my boots,” Darcy protested, unable to help a pout.
Loki chuckled. “For the sake of both of our dignities, I’m not carrying you all the way back to Avengers Tower.” He pulled his phone out of his pocket and sent a quick text.
“Who are you texting?”
“The fraud who calls himself a sorcerer.”
Despite her pain, which was getting worse by the minute, Darcy couldn’t help rolling her eyes. “Strange isn’t a fraud.” From what she’d been told, Loki and Stephen’s rivalry started when they met and was still going strong.
One of Stephen’s portals opened a few feet away and he stepped through it, asking questions that included a lot of medical technobabble that went over Darcy’s head. Loki’s answers were a lot more coherent than hers would have been. He scooped her up again, just as effortlessly as before, and followed Stephen through the portal, which led to the hospital floor of Avengers Tower.
After a nurse took her vital signs, she was put into a wheelchair and taken to get x-rays done. Despite the pain, Darcy couldn’t help laughing when Loki pouted after being denied entry into the x-ray room with her.
Finally, after three x-rays and a doctor telling her she’d fractured her fifth metatarsal, she was given an “ugly” black orthopedic boot with Velcro straps, orders to keep her foot elevated, and directions for using over-the-counter painkillers, she was allowed to leave. Her foot hurt too much to put weight on so Loki insisted on carrying her to her apartment on the floor she shared with Jane.
Once Darcy was settled on the couch in the living room with a blanket covering her lower half and the best mindless documentaries Netflix had to offer on the TV, Loki gave her a pint of Chocolate Therapy, a spoon, a glass of water, and the highest dosage of painkillers she could take before he headed for her bedroom.
Not knowing what her boyfriend wanted in there since he hadn’t been in there before and, honestly, afraid to ask, she started a documentary then opened the pint and took the first bite. She looked up when he came back into the room, holding an armload of her shoes.
Darcy raised an eyebrow. “They won’t fit, your feet are a lot bigger than mine.”
Loki rolled his eyes. “All of them are impractical, some downright dangerous. I’m amazed you haven’t managed to injure yourself in them before now.”
“And you’re going to do what with them?”
“Incinerate them, of course.”
“Uh, no. Put them back. I’ll wear better shoes the next time we’re out walking but I’m not giving up my entire shoe collection.”
Loki smiled a bit. “I did leave one pair of trainers.” The shoes vanished and he came to sit at the other end of the couch then gently pulled her feet into his lap. At her questioning look, he said, “You need to elevate them.”
That’s when she noticed he had magically changed into a pair of lounge pants and a t-shirt, both black. She rolled her eyes to cover how touched she was that he was staying with her for at least a while. “There are other colors than black, you know.”
“I look best in black.”
“Uh huh.” She watched the documentary silently for a moment then she looked at him.
He kept his eyes on the screen but he smiled a bit. “Yes?”
“Thank you,” she murmured. “It wasn’t a life-threatening injury but you’re still a lifesaver.”
Loki turned to her, his smile softening. “I merely did what any proper suitor would do for the object of his affection.”
Darcy couldn’t help grinning. “In other words, you were just being the perfect boyfriend.”
His smile turned smug. “Aren’t I always?”
In response, she lightly threw a pillow at him. He caught it before it could hit him then he gently slid it under her feet. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
His tender gaze made her relent and she smiled. “Okay, fine, it’s a yes.”
Loki grinned at her. “You are, of course, the perfect girlfriend.”
Darcy grinned at him. “Even when I’m stubborn as hell?”
“Especially when you’re stubborn as hell.”
She giggled. “You must really be smitten.”
“I am,” he murmured, completely serious.
Darcy got lost in his eyes for a moment then she grinned. “Good, ‘cause so am I.”
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Have you ever had a really bad haircut? I didn’t think so at the time, but looking back at some of my haircuts I’m like...yikes. lol. Did you ever order any clothes from the Alloy catalogue? No. What brand, color, and type is your favorite eyeliner? CoverGirl brand. I only use black. Do you wear eyeliner? When I actually wear makeup, yeah.
Was there ever a time in your life when you couldn’t cry? I mean, yeah. Sometimes the tears just won’t come.
What’s your favorite type of yogurt? Not a fan of yogurt. What posters did you have on your wall as a teenager? The ones from those teeny bop magazines like J14, Tiger Beat, etc. What are your favorite type of calendars? The Alexander Skarsgard one I have. ;) And ones with cute photos of puppies. Do you have a full-length mirror? Yeah. When was the last time you bought stamps? I’ve never bought stamps. Do you have any overdue library books right now? No. I haven’t been to the library in several years. How often do you do laundry? It gets done about once a week. Do you have a piggy bank? No. Do you remember your locker combinations from high school? I didn’t have one. What’s your favorite DIY crafts youtube channel? I don’t watch any DIY YouTube channels. Could you spend hours on pinterest? I hardly ever go on there, honestly. Do you own plaid pants? I have a pair of plaid leggings. Have you ever had to wear a school uniform? The preschool I went to did, lol. What was your high school’s mascot? Nah. What were your high school’s team colors? Who were your best friends in high school? I had a few people I hung out with at school, but I didn’t really have a best friend honestly. Towards the middle of my senior year I did reconnect with a former best friend from middle school; though, and we ended up becoming close again. We were best friends up until about 4 years ago.
Who was your first boyfriend or girlfriend? His name is Derek. Have you ever been to Chicago? No. If yes, what do you like best about it? Have you ever stayed in a hostel? No. Would you rather sleep on the top bunk or bottom bunk? I’d have to choose the bottom bunk. Do you love camping? I’ve never been, but I have zero desire to try it. Doesn’t interest me at all. Would you rather sleep in a tent or under the stars? I wouldn’t go camping. What insects are you afraid of? Um, ALL of them. Have you ever had a secret admirer that left you notes? No. Are you close with your cousins? I used to be with some of them. Not anymore, though. I became distant and withdrawn from everyone. Are you close to any aunts or uncles? One of them. Are you close to your grandparents? I was with my maternal grandparents. I was very close to my grandma, she was my best friend. Sadly, both of them passed away over 10 years ago. My paternal grandparents are fortunately still alive, but I don’t have the same relationship with them as I did with my other grandparents. It’s not a bad one at all, I love them, but we’re just not as close. Who betrayed your trust? People. Who was your first best friend (apart from a sibling)? How about a cousin? ha. What was your favorite thing to do at sleepovers when you were younger? My cousins and I stayed up late watching movies, snacking, and just hanging out. What kind of popcorn is your favorite? Extra buttery with salt. Also, this one theater I go to has this garlic parm seasoning you can add that is delicious. Does your town have a big fountain in it? Yeah. What is your town known for? Nothing good. Do you currently live in the city you grew up in? Yes. What’s one way in which you’re behind the times? I don’t get the appeal of TikTok haha. What’s one way in which you’re still a child? I just still kinda feel like one in some ways. I feel...stunted? I don’t know. What’s one way in which you’re old? I’m 30 years old so that’s one way, ha. Also, I was around for dial-up internet. :O lol. Those days of AOL were horrible. You were kicked off all the time and you couldn’t be on if someone was on the phone. The torture. Do you feel old or young? Or do you feel both at different times? Both at different times. I’m always like, “waaah I’m so old”, but like I said I also feel younger than I am. How old are you? I’ve mentioned this already. Do you know what you want to do for your next birthday? Nope and I don’t care. It’s a long way to go for one, but also it’s just whatever. I don’t get excited about my birthday anymore. If yes, what is it? What is the last new thing you discovered that was really good? I’ve been watching new stuff on Netflix and Hulu lately and catching up on some others. What would be the best surprise you could receive right now? I’d love if we were able to go on like a week long vacay or something, ha. Do you usually forgive when someone hurts your or try to get revenge? I’m not revengeful at all. Were there any subjects in school that were really easy for you? English. If so, what? Dude, you never need to ask me for more information. Look how long all my answers are lol <<< Lol, right? Did you ever skip a grade or get held back a grade? No. What time of day were you born? In the evening. What is the best hairstyle you’ve ever had? Dyeing my hair red. Do you think you look better with dyed hair or natural hair? I much prefer dyed hair, particularly the red. Do you think your look better with curly hair or straight hair? I like when it’s pin straight. Do you have bangs? No. I did for majority of my life, though. I kinda want to get them again. *shrug* Do you think you look better with bangs or without? The bangs hide my fivehead hahah. Do you think you look better with long hair or short? I mean, I look like crap no matter what, but I prefer my long hair. What’s your favorite rock band? I couldn’t possibly choose. When it comes to music, movies, and books I can’t choose a favorite cause so much I like. Who’s your favorite country singer? I like country, but I don’t have a particular favorite, really. Do you ever listen to Celtic music? No. Do you listen to Hillsong? No. Did you try the unicorn frappuccino, and if yes, were you a fan? I didn’t try it. Have you ever won a contest? Yes. Have you ever wanted to be a model, actress, singer, or dancer? In high school I wished I could be on the dance team, ha. I also wish I had any singing ability at all, but alas. When you look at your baby pictures, do you recognize yourself? No. Babies just look like ugly old aliens. I do not think I look like that at all. <<< Hahah aww! I thought I was a cute baby... not sure what happened as I got older, ha. I look back and I don’t see much resemblance to myself. Now I just see a troll. Has your hair color changed since you were a toddler? No, my natural hair is still dark brown. I dye it red, though. Do you wear matching socks? Yes. How many drawers does your dresser have? 3. I need a bigger one. Do you own an American flag shirt? I have one that has the American flag design on some of the shirt. Do you own a British flag shirt? No. Do you have a seashell collection? No. Do you have a rock collection? I do, actually. Do you decorate for Halloween? Yeah. What is your favorite thing to do in the pool? I don’t like getting in the pool. Flamingos or pineapples? Uh not sure what the relation is, but I guess flamingos cause I don’t like pineapples. Cacti or seashells? Seashells. Maple tree or palm tree? Maple tree. Dreamcatcher or wind chimes? Wind chimes. Have you ever taken a picture at the perfect moment? Yeah. Do you have a crush right now? No. What color was your first car? I haven’t had a car. I don’t drive. Was your first car used or new? Do you have a car now? What color(s) eyeshadow do you wear the most? I haven’t worn eyeshadow in such a long time, but when I did I usually went for like brown shades. Sometimes I’d venture out and use different colors.
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Necessity
(A/N: I just find these gifs on google so they are not mine! I hope you guys enjoy this part cause there’s more to come!!! You should totally leave feedback if you think I need some criticism, I’m all open ears. And believe it or not, things get even crazier from here. xoxox)
Ch. 3: Sammy’s a Kicker
Eva stands wobbly, her bandaged legs not yet strong enough to hold her up. 'Of course, I choose to wear overalls on the day I vanish to another year,' she thinks to herself.
She ended up having to sit down on the bed while she shimmies her legs into the fabric. If she thought that was hard, she had no idea how to get her sweatshirt over her head, considering she has freshly stitched wounds all up her torso and back—even the slightest of stretch could rip them.
As she spends her time getting dressed, Sam and Dean stand outside her door, trying to claim possession over the patient. Saying they need to take her back to headquarters, wherever that is.
They didn't have time to explain much, but she was desperate enough that that didn't matter. They were her only option. She'd do anything to keep herself from being locked away in a straight jacket. So when they told her to 'haul ass and get dressed', that's exactly what she did.
She finally gets the shirt over her head, gently dropping it down her torso. She places her rain boots back on and grabs her backpack, keeping her phone securely inside. She grabbed the pair of crutches that was sitting next to her bed. She tried to balance herself on the silver sticks without hurting her arms too bad. Once fully ready, she draws back the curtain that was blocking the window and door. They see her standing, clothed and ready.
Sam gently opens the door, giving her room to walk into the hallway. She makes direct eye contact with Dr. Calloway, the same nurse from before standing behind him.
"Eva, we can help you," The Doctor says, "We highly insist you stay here where you can be taken care of,"
"Sorry, Doctor, we're just following orders," Dean states. He places a large, callus hand on Eva's shoulders.
"Thank you for your cooperation. Have a nice day, sir," Sam politely farewells.
Fitting their character, they both put on sunglasses. Their faces remain poker straight, and quickly escort Eva out of the hospital.
Once they reach the front doors, and she takes her first step back outside, she sees it.
She sees the old cars, the hideous 2000's fashion (super low-rise jeans, velvet jumpsuits), the billboards advertising 'Transformers' or 'Toyota 2005' models, she even noticed everyone using classic flip-phones. She sees the girls with bleach-blonde hair, streaks of hot pink. She sees people using neckties as belts and wearing flip-flops with cargo pants.
After looking around and seeing everything, she feels entirely lost. Like she had traveled to a foreign country. I mean, nothing about 2005 America simulated 2019, not in any way. She could even say the air felt different. It was just slightly off, slightly changed, it didn't feel right. It didn't feel anything like home, especially without her family.
Eva wearing overalls and a cropped sweatshirt didn't really mix well with the crowd. People gave her lots of odd looks, not to mention the millions of bandages she's buried in, along with the crutches.
"This is crazy," She says, looking to Sam. Dean begins leading her through the parking lot, to his car.
"Are overalls popular in 2019?" Sam asks, a small smile on his face.
She laughs, "They are, but I stick out like a sore thumb, don't I?
"Yup," Dean adds, "What, were you like a farmer on somethin'?"
Eva snorts, "No, but are you guys gonna explain what's going on or what?"
To that, both Sam and Dean look at each other, before finally stopping at a car. The car was black, sleek; it had silver rims and a low top. Dean walks around to the driver's seat and swings the door open, "First we got to get you outta' here, sweetheart."
Sam opens the door for Eva, "Don't worry, if there's anybody who can help you with what happened, it's us," He sends her another kind smile before she slides into the backseat, "You're safe here." He shuts the door.
Dean gingerly slides the keys into the slot and turns them, earning a great big roar of the engine. Eva--even through the layers upon layers of bandages-- feels the rev of the car beneath the leather seat.
Once she gets comfortable in the cushion, the best she can despite her aching body, she relaxes. The fresh scent of clean laundry, booze, and an old, homey car. Her muscles practically begin to melt into the seat with each deep breath she took, strangely putting her mind to peace. She truly did feel safe away from the hospital.
"You alright back there?" Dean asks, meeting her eyes in the rear-view mirror. But this time when they hold eye contact, it's not stern, or scary. His green eyes were much more kind.
"Would be a lot better with some food," She comments with a small smile on her face.
Dean laughs, "Couldn't have said it better myself."
Her smile slowly sinks from her lips, her mind wandering onto what the absolute Hell is going on. This whole past day and night have been nothing but chaos and confusion-- things she'd never expect even in her wildest dreams, yet here she is. Stuck in 2005, torn away from her family- her life, her loved ones, and been attacked by God knows what.
"2019, huh?" Dean comments.
"What's it like?" His brother asks.
Eva rolls her eyes, thinking about all of the mayhem that is the future. Global warming, Wars, the Muslim-ban, the racist uprising. But at the same time, there were many wholesome movements--things that bring people together. Black Lives Matter, Me Too, there was in fact, a lot of unity despite the polarizing President.
There was a time when Republicans and Democrats could live together civilly. But that wasn't the case for 2019. There was such a strong division among the political groups. You had people from both sides saying how much they despise each other. Neo-Nazis marching against minority groups, and young Democrats preaching violence against Trumpsters. There was just so much hatred--- so many hurt people.
"Pretty hectic, honestly."
"Hectic?" Sam repeats.
Before they have a chance to ask more questions, she cuts them off. Trying to change the subject-- she doesn't want to think about home.
"So what is it you guys said you did, again?" She asks.
While the question was said slightly to derail the conversation, this had also been eating away at her brain. The only explanation she got in the hospital was Sam telling her that they help people like her, paranormal cases-- but what exactly does that entail?
"Er- we're hunters," Sam answers, "We hunt Ghosts, Demons, you name it."
"How does one exactly...get into a job like this?"
"It's the family business," Dean shrugs.
Sam snorts, "Most parents tell their children there's no monster under the bed. Our Dad handed us a shotgun."
Eva's eyes widen at his words. What a totally different world from hers, huh?
And she thought when her Dad would make her come fix the pipes with him, that he was being unfair-- God was she privileged. And for a moment she thinks how awful it must've been to grow up with a life like that. But then it hit her, it hit her that what if this is her life now? Her family is gone. It's only been a day, but down to the absolute core of it, she has never felt such a cold-cut separation from them as she does now. Never truly felt empty, without their love until now-- as if they were dead. She just couldn't feel them.
"He was honest with us, it was the only way to keep us safe," Dean adds.
When his words tear her away from her thoughts, she immediately notices Sam's reaction. His eyes slightly rolling, turning his head away with a muttered scoff. She hates to admit it but, having someone else's tension and stress to focus on makes it easier for her not to get caught up in her own problems.
Truly, if she compares their childhoods, she's practically treated like a Princess. She had great big birthday parties with all of her cousins and friends, during Halloween her Mom used to plan weeks ahead, helping little Eva become whatever she wanted to be.
And her favorite part of the year: Christmas. It was just magical.
They would decorate the outside of their house in cute, colored lights. Eva and her Mom would bake cookies and pies, which Eva absolutely loved. They would bring in a nice big Christmas tree every year and decorate with tons and tons of ornaments and lights. Around the house, her parents would scatter around little Santa's and little reindeer decorations.
It was also the time of year when tons of her cousins and family would come visit their home and they'd constantly have people over playing games, eating together, and having so much fun.
Most of all, when Christmas day came, they all got each other gifts, nice gifts. True, her brothers always struggled with not only wrapping but also picking things out. Despite that, it was always purest, the happiest day of her life. Whether it was her Mom's homemade knit socks or Charley's artsy drawings, or just being in the company of Oli and her Dad--it was all perfect. At the end of the day, she loved being surrounded by them. And right now, she really needed it.
'What they wouldn't give to have a childhood like that...' she thinks.
She feels their thick, fiery tension. She could tell instantly that Dean's words rubbed Sam the wrong way and vise versa. But, while it distracted her-- it also made her feel guilty. She didn't like their discomfort. No, she liked it far better when they were kind and calm. Something she needs at this time while dealing with her madness. Something she required from them in order to know that everything's going to be okay.
"I can imagine knowing about all those evil things at such a young age must've made your childhood so much different," Eva earnestly says.
Her voice glazed over as she recalls all the precious memories, slowly tugging tears to her eyes. Her fingers eagerly find her necklace, holding it tight in her palm. She really can't help but feel bad for them, growing up hunting monsters? They probably felt like outcasts-- outcasts that weren't getting paid nor recognized for saving people. 'I just can't imagine,' she thinks.
It was strangely comforting, the words she spoke. Sam and Dean have this consistent tension that pulls on both of their ends every time they talk about their childhood. It's like, sometimes, they didn't even live the same experience. As if Dean was raised by a completely other man. In Sam's eyes, the John Winchester he knows raised them like soldiers. But it's like that man didn't exist to Dean.
"So, how am I going to get back to, well, er- the future?" She stumbles over the words. The idea that her saying 'back to the future' as a real thing and not as a reference to the movie, making her feel really odd.
"Honestly? Not a clue," Sam answers, "We've never actually had a time-travel case before," He scratches the back of his neck awkwardly.
Instantly, this makes her stomach drop. These guys are her only hope, and even they don't know what to do? Even they've never even heard of something like this? Her brain starts spinning, her anxiety flying out the window as she feels her face get hot with frustration. And she goes straight back to that place, 'what if she can't get back? What if, truly, yesterday was her very last day in 2019?'
"Great," She whispers, hopelessness getting the better of her.
Sam jolts in his seat, his hands frantically waving at her, "No-no! That's not what I meant. Just because we haven't had a case like this before doesn't mean we can't figure it out. Seriously, we do it all the time."
"Just tell me truthfully," Eva meets his hazel eyes in the mirror, "Do you think that I'll ever see them again?"
"Yes. I promise that you will," Sam responds in a soft tone.
"Then, what's the first step?"
"Ganking the SOB that attacked you," Dean decides.
Not even the slightest wavering in his voice, or a flinch in his face, he was sure as Hell. The firmness in his tone, the fact that he was self-assured enough to make a very certain decision-- it gave her ease. She didn't feel scared, like whatever what was going to happen next was unknown or that her future wasn't hopeful. She really needed someone right now to give her security. To give her trust, and that's exactly what Dean did.
Eva's stomach rumbles with a loud growl. Her brain just now realizing how hungry she was.
"Not without eating first...right?" Eva asks.
This causes both Sam and Dean to laugh, the mood lightening up even more.
"How do you feel about burgers?"
"Well," She looks down to her fingers and hands covered in bandages, "How do you guys feel about cutting up my food?"
Dean lets out a low whistle, "Sammy's the babysitter tonight, idn't that right?" He gives a hard pat on his brother's shoulder.
"You know Dean, correct me if I'm wrong but last hunt I carried your ass out of a burning building. So actually, I think it's your turn, brother."
"Oh c'mon," Dean groans, "Y'know how much I hate kids,"
"Hey! I'm 18, thank you very much," Eva hollers from the back seat.
"Is that so?" Dean meets her eyes in the mirror, sending her a flirtatious wink, a small smirk playing on his face.
"Seriously, Dean?" Sam gags, "She's injured! God, I'll do it, okay?"
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The Impala smoothly pulls into the parking lot of an off-road diner called, 'Two Men and a Griddle'. The building looked rather vintage, a 60's themed restaurant. It had a few cars parked here and there, most of them taking a rest stop to eat.
Once Dean sets the car in park, he quickly unbuckles his seatbelt and swings the door open. Sam and Dean were still decked out in their FBI suits, looking a little out of place for a small diner like this.
They decide to ditch the jackets, the tie and untuck their shirts to make it look less formal. While Dean makes his way to the trunk, Sam opens the side door, greeting Eva with a kind smile.
"Do you need some help?" He asks. She quickly looks down to her body. She already knew her body was in some pretty severe pain since she's been feeling it the entire car ride, but she honestly didn't know how to go about getting out the car. Everything was bandaged, there were lots of splints, so she wasn't very bendable at the moment.
"I think so," She answers. He offers a hand out for her to grab-- unfortunately not getting the finest grip. And when he tries to pull her out, using most of his strength to help her--- her hand slips from his grasp and she nearly tumbles to the ground. Her breath caught in her throat the moment she lost balance, feeling herself fall-- but oddly enough, she didn't hit the ground. No, she fell into Sam, who had his knees locked at the moment and was at a very awkward angle, and when she tumbled, she didn't fall on the concrete but rather something on the ground, and landed on something very hard, it was also warm--- and groaning.
"I'm so sorry!" She yelps, trying to shuffle off of his gigantic body. Unintentionally--at least she thinks-- she catches a feel of his muscular build while trying to scramble off of him.
"You two need a room?" Dean jokes, still rummaging through the contents of the trunk.
"Ha. Ha." Sam rolls his eyes, "Very funny, Dean."
Once Eva is fully off of him, she crawls around, trying to find a way to get up. Her body was pulsing even harder than before, and now she was sitting on her legs which were definitely too sore to carry her weight. She inaudibly winces when trying to reach toward the car, attempting to find leverage.
Sam grunts as he sits up, brushing off his clothes. He easily stands up and looks back down to Eva. He notices her scrunched up face, she's in evident pain. But despite her very clear discomfort, she desperately tried grabbing on to the car door, trying to pull herself back up.
"Hey, hey, relax. You don't want to end up ripping one of your stitches, just lemme help you."
He extends his hands out and she jumps away from them."But I fell on you!" She protests.
"And I'm fine. You're clearly not."
"I don't know what you're talking about, I'm fine," She argues back, still trying to pull herself up.
He ignores her words, not buying one second of it, and bends down, "I'm gonna help you now, okay?"
He gently grabs both of her arms, his large hands easily wrapping around her entire elbow. Slowly pulling her up, he makes sure not to grip too tight, or too loose, and she dare not look him in the eye. Once she's on her feet, he holds her for an extra second to make sure her balance is grounded.
His warm hands leave her arms, and she nervously meets his eyes, "Thanks," She mumbles.
"You're welcome."
Dean pops back up from the trunk, he's holding a black, beat-up journal in one hand, and in the other a laptop. He hands the computer to Sam.
"Let's try and do some digging," Dean says.
"Good idea, the sooner we find this thing, the sooner we can kill it."
Sam looks to Eva, her eyes veiled with the look of disassociation. She was quiet, but her mind was the complete opposite. She couldn't bear the thoughts coiling in her brain. The fact that what Sam and Dean do shouldn't be real. None of this should be real.
She can't help but think back to when Amber used to say her house was haunted. She'd only been there a couple times herself, but she'd be lying if she said it felt normal there. There was something so stomach-churning about her home. It makes her think, what if it was really haunted? What if, all of this stuff has existed in her home town? What if, Amber didn't go missing out of the blue---but was attacked by something paranormal?
"You okay?" Sam asks, startling her from her thoughts.
"I just can't believe this stuff is real."
"Neither can we sometimes," Sam sighs. They begin to walk towards the entrance, "Especially with your case, I don't even know what could do this."
Eva hums in response. It certainly doesn't calm her nerves knowing they're just as perplexed as she is. And when she's more on edge--more scared, it's harder for her to see a happy ending.
She trails sloppily behind the boys, trying to not hurt herself with the crutches. They swing open the cute little brass doors of the diner and are met with the strong smell of fried food and milkshakes.
A bubbly blonde hostess instantly greets the little group, "Just 3?" She asks.
They all nod as she grabs a couple of menus. Dean, not even trying to be discreet, easily scans her body. His eyes wandering from top to bottom, meeting all the way back to her face, and resting on her red-painted lips.
"Follow me."
As Eva makes her way through the restaurant, she notices the many different people sitting about the tables. Travelers, businessmen, families, and so on. Similarly, the way she peers in on these people, they peer at her. She wasn't exactly normal looking at the moment, even in a diner full of random social classes---not a single person looked away from her as she passed them.
She didn't realize it at first, but seeing the occasional family sitting in a booth, really cut straight into her. Her family used to go on road trips, they'd pile in the car and drive out to a city close by to visit cousins. She always loved to travel, but she supposes it was always easier for her to have fun because she never actually drove the car. There was something calming about watching the scenery flow by the window, she couldn't explain it, but it was very peaceful to her.
They'd almost always make a rest stop somewhere exactly like this. A little pull-in diner, she'd get milkshakes, dip her fries in them. They'd cozy up into a booth, and while there would be bickering, there'd be lots of funny moments too---somehow always turning into a laughing fit.
She smiles at the memory of the one time her brother Charley sat across from her and they were in the corner of the booth. He kept annoying her, flicking straw wrappers at her or mocking everything she said-- he's always been a bit childish. And of course, he got what he wanted and got her all riled up. And she remembers getting so annoyed that when she saw him about to throw another stupid, crumpled paper at her--- her arm flung up in the air trying to stop it. But, she ended up hitting the little wall decoration right next to her, and broke it straight off.
Off course, the waitress had just arrived to bring them their food, her face was appalled, to say the least. Eva had never felt more embarrassed in her life. Not to mention, the diner had been rather quiet, so when everyone heard the ceramic wall decoration shatter, the whole entire restaurant stared at her and she was as red as a tomato. Her family laughed their asses off, and couldn't stop talking about it the entire trip.
The waitress hands Eva a menu, "That's such a pretty necklace!" She compliments, staring right at the little bugger.
Once they reach their table, Sam notices the ghostly smile on Eva's face. It wasn't necessarily pleasant, but not sad either. There was an almost bittersweet twinkle to her gaze as she rounded the chair. Eva softly mumbles a 'thank you', before sitting down.
Dean, on the other hand, had his green eyes glued to the waitress wearing the nametag: 'Marlene'. And he couldn't stop chatting her up, making her cheeks flush and her fingers naturally twirl through her blonde locks.
Sam gingerly took a seat next to Eva, "You alright?" He asks.
She was knocked out of her reminiscent feeling. Her eyes blinking as if she's adjusting to the sight in front of her for the first time.
She appreciates his kindness, it helps to know that someone is caring about her. She has no idea what she would have been like if these boys didn't take her case. She'd be in that hospital, alone--maybe even put away in a Mental Health Institution---something she couldn't handle without her family- not again.
She shook away the thoughts, not wanting to jump down that sticky rabbit hole either.
"I'm okay, just a little scared honestly," She answers Sam back, meeting his concerned eyes.
She's a very concise person, it's an admirable trait. She learned very early on that lying does her no good. If something is too hard to talk about, too hard to explain-- perhaps she's not ready to say it--- then she's learned to say exactly that, 'I'm not ready to talk,' 'I'm too scared to talk', 'Frankly, I don't know'--- rather than lie.
He places his laptop on the table, but keeps a fixed gaze on her, "You have every right to be scared; what you're going through is hard."
"Do you deal with a lot of freaked out people?"
"All the time," He smiles, "It's normal. And you can count on us to help you get back home."
"Thanks, Sam," She gives him an endearing, warm smile-- showing her appreciation for his comforting words.
"Alright, let's start from the beginning, we need every possible detail you can give us," Dean announces, flipping open the journal.
She begins to tell them everything that she can remember about yesterday. Amber, the missing car, the intense downfall of rain and the eerie emptiness of the town. Just as she's explaining the events leading up to the attack, Dean pauses her.
"Wait, so whatever this thing was, it just popped up out of nowhere? Didn't make any sounds?" He asks.
She fearfully recollects the night, shutting her eyes tight. She remembers the thundering footsteps bellowing toward her.
"I heard running, really l-loud, uh, footsteps..." She pauses, out of breath, "-And t-then it all happened so... uh- fast- I, I couldn't do anything," She starts to feel her eyes filling over with tears.
"Dean, we should give her a break, you're pushing her too much," Sam suggests.
"You good, kid?"
She shakes her head, feeling his eyes on her. She breathes out the tightness in her chest and the heat in her eyes, "I'm okay, I wanna get this over with."
She shuts her eyes again. 'C'mon Eva,' she begs herself.
She knows that they need every detail from that night. If she misses something, they won't be able to figure out what it is that stalked her. Her story is vital-- doesn't matter how painful and mortifying it is. The longer she puts it off, the less of a chance they have at finding this guy.
It's just honestly-- it's one of those moments where she craves nothing more than her Mom's warm, comforting arms. Her Mother has been there for her night and day, the kindest and sweetest woman to walk the Earth. But, barely even being able to envision the feeling of what one of her hugs, it just made her colder. She couldn't feel them, couldn't feel her warmth. And it just made her feel even farther away.
'It's your mind,' she tells herself, 'you need to control it, you need to.'
Clenching her jaw so tight, it stung; screwing her eyes shut so hard, she saw stars; breathing in so deep, that her lungs felt like they were going to pop-- she tries again, illustrating the night.
"The footsteps they- they were the loudest thing I heard... louder than the thunder and...and- I was bent over-- I was bent over because... because- I dropped my necklace," She recalls, the last bit making her eyes shoot open at the memory.
"No- no, it fell!" She corrects herself, "Yeah, it fell right off of me, straight onto the sidewalk."
Sam and Dean are listening very carefully, putting together all of the strange elements. There was something about this case that was agonizingly freakish. The fact that these little, simple things were just slightly out of place, they couldn't understand it, none of them could.
"Is your necklace broken?" Sam asks, looking down to her chest at the gem. Her fingers subconsciously twirl it, as she shakes her head.
"No, I checked it when I got it at the hospital. It was perfectly fine," She mutters the last part, going into a little state of confusion herself.
"And that thing, you hadn't heard it yet, not before your necklace fell?" Sam asks.
"No, it wasn't until after I bent over to pick it up."
Dean shifts his eyes to the book, flipping through it. Trying to find something, anything. His tongue peeking out the corner of his mouth and he scans the pages.
"And when it started running, it wasn't close to you? Not behind you?" Dean asks, still frantically searching pages. Sam listens just as intently, but also is opening hundreds of obscure informative websites on lore and myths, looking just as confused as his brother.
"No, when I was about to pick up the necklace, I heard footsteps from really far behind me, but going to so fast it ended up- well, uh- right there and- you know, it- it attacked me," She stuttered through her words, the images and surging pains flashing through her as she remembers like a movie.
"Definitely not a ghoul," Dean mutters to his brother.
"Not a skinwalker either."
"After it attacked you, did it try to get your necklace?" Dean asks.
"Uh--no."
This causes both of them to look at each other. If the attacker didn't want the gem, then why did it fall off of her? It didn't naturally un-clasp from her neck, Dean knows that for sure. It was like the two biggest factors of her story were contradicting each other. 'If it wasn't going for the necklace, then what was it going for?'
The waitress suddenly pops up at the table startling everyone.
All three of them deep in a frenzy of trying to look for a pattern. Sam nervously lowers his computer screen and Dean quickly shuts the journal. He flashes the young lady a nice smile, and she smiles back.
"I hate to say this, but it's gettin' real late, you three," She nods her head to the side, "We're sorta startin' to clean up..."
"Marlene, you're kickin' us out?" Dean teases, pretending to look hurt.
"I know!" She pouted, "I was really likin' serving you today, Dean."
"Me too, sweetheart," He cocks his head to the side, locking eyes with her, "Say, you live around here?"
Eva chokes back a laugh, entertained by the cinema playing in front of her. Sam's irritated look is incomparable, and Dean's goofy smile really has her forgetting all about the attack.
Sam clears his throat lightly, failing to get Dean and Marlene's attention, he clears it much louder.
"Excuse me, Dean, but maybe another time? Did you forget we have that thing at work tomorrow?"
Dean reluctantly looks back to his baby brother, sighing, "Right, forgot."
"You mind gettin' me a slice of apple pie to go?" He asks.
"Comin' right up!"
While Marlene happily dances her way over to the kitchen, Eva looks back to the boys. All while getting caught up at the hospital, to the diner-- then getting swept up into the story and researching, she totally forogt...what is the next step? She doesn't have a home to go back to, this case-- right now-- is her life. If they stop researching, she can't just sit down and watch some tv, can she? She sighs at the thought, of how long the road ahead is going to be.
"So, you guys, where exactly are we going?"
"Lotus Motel, on Semple." Dean answers.
"Right, so, where exactly am I sleeping?"
"Well it's...oh, okay, " Sam remembering that there are only two beds, politely offers, "Do you want me to sleep on the floor?"
"I'd take him up on that offer, Sammy's a kicker," Dean whispers the last part.
"That was once, Dean, once. And we were friggin' kids! I don't do that anymore!"
Dean lets out an airy laugh, grinning with entertainment. Sam, on the other hand, ears turning bright pink and nose all scrunched up in annoyance.
"Just so easy," Dean clicks his tongue, still smiling.
If they're going to be driving again, and staying up God knows how late researching-- Eva decides she should probably use the restroom. She stands up, the boys going back and forth. Dean teasing Sam, Sam getting upset, Dean pushing it, Sam sassing back, Dean getting annoyed-- it was, maybe, just a little headache provoking?
She picks up the crutches and get's herself steady. She catches the eyes of the waitress, "Could you tell me where the bathroom is?" She asks politely.
"C'mon, I'll show ya'!"
She quickly follows behind the blonde girl. Her legs and arms wobbling as she tries to move fast on crutches. Good thing they're the only customers left, otherwise, she'd be wrecking into everyone's table.
Marlene begins to slow down, making a couple turns through a sweetly decorated hallway--literally. There were bubblegum machines and candy bars everywhere. It was like she was walking through the Willy Wonka Chocolate Factory.
The waitress swiftly glances behind her to look at Eva-- her face jumping in surprise.
"Oh sweetie, do you want some help?" She offers a hand.
Eva nods. She'd be lying if she said her arms were starting to hurt even more, and it was hard trying not to tug the wrong way and accidentally rip stitching.
She places her finely manicured nails behind Eva's shoulders, and places the other hand out in front of her, ready to open a door. The girl was being awfully polite. I mean, for working in food service, one tends to become pretty wrung out from all the crazy customers they deal with. She was surprised this girl was so happy.
"Here we are," She opens the door, holds it up for her to limp in. She gives her one last pat on the shoulder and a bright smile.
"Just call out if you need some help, hun," Her blue eyes twinkling.
"Thanks, I will."
The waitress leaves the bathroom, the door swinging shut behind her. She carefully makes her way over to a stall. Then she realizes, she's wearing overalls. Boy-- is this going to be fun. She struggles to unbuckle the straps and tries to get it down her legs.
As she's washing her hands, she can't help but succumb to the quietness of the empty room. Silence, it always gets to her.
When she has something to stimulate her brain, whether it's tv, books, games, conversations with people-- it distracts her. When she has something else to focus on, something else to intrigue her, it keeps the mind from spiraling away. At this moment, she can't afford to have herself get caught up in the monstrosities of her pain. The second she lets herself think about her family, about what happened---she'll go off the deep end, she knows it.
Of course, arguing with her brothers is something she never enjoyed. But, she can't deny having something to busy her mind with, even if it's something annoying, she needed it. She quite likes that the Winchester boys bicker. Especially, with all that she's dealing with-- with all the heart-wrenching thoughts of being without her family-- her well-being demands distraction.
She exits the bathroom, and even from such a far distance, she can hear the muffled sounds of Sam and Dean arguing. She tries to focus---some call it eavesdropping, she calls it, 'I can listen to whoever the Hell I want to, fuck off,' Or at least that's what she'd say to her brothers, anyway.
"--Dean, you're refusing to look at the similarities," Sam's voice, she infers.
"No, there's just nothing to look at." Dean, she figures, "That kid was a psycho."
"The psychic abilities? Both of our Mom's died in our nursey---both died the same exact way? We were connected in some way, Dean, admit it."
"Admit what?"
"Hmm, I don't know. Maybe that you're scared? You're trying to tell me you're not in the least bit scared I could turn into that?"
"You're not like that, Sammy, okay?" Dean raises his voice, "Now stop fussing over it, we've got other things to deal with."
Now, Eva was in a predicament. She heard quite a lot there-- quite a lot that not only made her concerned but very confused. She felt wrong knowing all that personal information, things about Sam that he didn't tell her willingly. Not to mention the guilt-- the guilt of hearing about his Mother. She doesn't know what to think now except, 'maybe eavesdropping wasn't such a good idea...'
She pops her head into the main eating area. Her eyes instantly meeting the majorly thwarted boys. Dean takes it as a signal to go. He stands up, quickly throwing his coat over his shoulders. Sam also stands and clothes himself in a jacket. Eva looks to the table noticing no take-out box.
"She didn't bring you your pie, yet?"
Dean frowns, "Nope, 'bout to go up there and get it myself."
"Dean," Sam warns.
"We can just go find her, she was with me a few minutes ago--"
All of a sudden, something was not feeling right in Eva's brain.
Something feeling thick and cold in her veins. She could feel her stomach jump so high, it felt like it was caught in her throat. It was as if her chest cavity was collapsing with each breath-- as if her body was shrinking with each shudder.
And that's when she started to feel the excruciating pain on her back. It wasn't on the surface where the stitches were-- no, it was inside of her. Where the monster tore her up. She felt her organs cramping up; her blood burning so hot, that it felt like it was going to eat her inside out; her flesh feeling like it's being compressed so tight, she couldn't move.
Her skin begins to run pale. Her breathes getting frozen in her lungs.
"You're not lookin' too good," Dean says. He notices the pink rings forming around her eyes. Dark purple color flooding her eye bags. He sees her eyes fall heavy, her breathing slow, and her lips agape, shaking.
Just as Sam is about to ask her if she's okay--- her head cocks to the side and she collapses on to the floor.
Blood spilling out of her nose on to the black and white tiles.
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Samhain 2k18 - King of Nothing - Violence, Disturbing Imagery, Faerie Horror
A/N: Tomione + The Cruel Prince AU
As far back as I can remember, I was always told that I was an unnatural child. Head in the clouds, nose in my books, thoughts contradictory, friend of no one.
What they didn’t know, and what I didn’t tell them, was that I did have friends. Many of them. At least, that’s what I always pretended, because lying to myself was easier than the lonely truth.
When I was a child, I used to see things. The things I saw were never solid, always brief, always blurred, but still there.
I don’t remember when it all started, but I do remember that I mostly saw them in the tree line in my backyard. Shadows shifting between trees. Leaves rustling when there was no wind. Songs sounding just for me when there were no birds in sight.
I would leave things out for them as gifts. Treats and little trinkets; things I thought they might like, might use. I soon discovered that they liked strawberries and cheerios, but disliked orange marmalade and any kind of meat. They liked shiny things, but only certain shiny things. They liked pretty things, strange things.
In return, they would leave me presents, too. I had no idea what they were used for, but I loved them. I hung up their gifts made of wood and flowers and antlers and moss in my window, so they were sure to see them.
I remember talking to them, but not with them. I would ask questions, and only get their faint songs in reply. That didn’t last long, though.
Because one day, there was a boy.
I’m not sure if I would call him a boy, though. My memory of him is a bit fuzzy, but I thought he was a queer, little thing. With his dark, wavy hair and his inky eyes and his weird clothing and his crown of thorns and his tail.
Yes. That’s right. I said tail. If it weren’t for that uncommon feature, I would have simply thought he was a child from another neighborhood who’d gotten lost and was wearing a costume. It was getting closer to Halloween at the time, after all. While I cannot remember his face clearly, I can remember our interaction as if it were yesterday.
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I am lying on my stomach in the freshly mown grass, open books strewn about me, when a boy appears out of nowhere and everywhere.
“I command you to stop bothering the subjects of my court with your nonsense,” he snaps at me.
No introductions. No kind words. No hello, how are you’s.
Normally, I would have been afraid if one of the children from my school was standing over me, glaring at me hatefully, like the way he is. But I stare at his twitching tail and listen to his mature words and strange accent, and only feel curiosity.
“Your court?” I echo.
He looks disgusted that I even had the gall to address him.
“Yes. My court. And you would do well to remember that, mortal.”
“You’re too little to be a king,” I observe critically. He looks not much older than me, and I just turned twelve a month and a half ago.
He doesn’t seem to like what I said much, because his face flushes red with indignant rage.
The boy stomps his foot and declares, “I will be king, one day! I will be your king, and you will obey me!”
I scoff. “You’re not my king. Queen Elizabeth II is the ruler of England. Not you.”
He kicks up a clump of grass, and dirt flies all over my books. Some of it lands in my mouth. I spit it out.
“How does it taste?” he asks me, kicking my books away and crouching down to my level. “Does it taste good, mortal?”
His cruel smirk enrages me more than anything, but I hang onto his last word, distracted.
“Why do you keep calling me that?”
The boy’s smile drops. He stares at me closely. “Because that is what you are, Daughter of Dust. You will die, one day. You are rotting down to your very bones, right this second, and you are so stupid, because you go through your life being so happy, so oblivious of your fate, so –”
“I’m well aware of what it means to be mortal, thank you very much,” I interrupt him. “I asked why you keep calling me that, not for a definition. Judging from what you’ve told me, you must be immortal – somehow. And, honestly, if being immortal means being as miserable as you are, I would gladly choose being mortal and happy any day of the week.”
His eyes widen, then narrow dangerously. Now, I feel nervous. His sudden calmness is scarier than his anger.
“I could have you eat the pages out of your book, you know. I could speak the words to make you tear the sheets out, one by one, and do so with a smile on your face as you chew the paper. I could make you strip down to your underclothes and dance in the streets,” he told me, a cold smile widening his face the more he spoke.
I glare at him. “No, you can’t. That’s impossible. You can’t make someone do something just by telling them to. People have freewill, you know.”
He smiles wider, and I think to myself that it doesn’t sit quite right on his face.
“Bow down to me,” he orders.
It feels like his words twist around my body, around my wrists and knees, around my neck like a leash and pulls me down. My knees are grass-stained, but I don’t care. Why would I care? I want to bow down to him. And why wouldn’t I? He is my king, after all!
I lower myself with a stupid grin on my face, happy to please my king. It is strange, though, because I am also furious about bowing to him. I don’t want to, and I want to. I feel like a puppet on a tight string, out of control. I hate it, don’t I? I can’t remember why I would hate it.
“Now, lick the mud off my shoes,” he commands. I can hear the glee in his voice, and it makes me happy that I am making him so happy.
No! I scream in my head, because I cannot say it out loud.
My body lowers down, down, down, the grass tickling my chin, my neck. I giggle.
Yes, I think. My King’s shoes are dirty. He needs me to clean them. It is an honor, a privilege, a -
“Hermione, dear! Supper is ready!” my mother calls from the house.
Just like that, the strings are broken.
Just like that, my fury breaks free.
I jump up quickly and shove him to the ground. His eyes go wide with surprise as I stand over him, my pulse pounding underneath my hot skin. I want to hurt him, to seek revenge on him for controlling me like that. But my mother is just inside the house, and I don’t want to get in trouble.
“You are going to be a horrible king, a wicked king. None of your subjects will respect you. None of them will love you,” I say harshly, spitting malice. His face turns into a horrible scowl, and I realize something. “That’s why they come to me all the time, isn’t it? Because they adore me and not you, and it makes you jealous. Doesn’t it?”
The boy says nothing from his spot on the grass, but the clench of his jaw and the irritated twitch of his tail tells me all I need to know.
“Go home, King of Nothing. And never come back,” I tell him.
He’s shaking in fury when he stands again. Part of me is scared, but I do not show it. I am too angry to be fully scared.
“I will come back for you, one day, and prove to you that I am not a King of Nothing. I will make them love me more. I will prove to you, and to them, that I am the greatest king that Faerie has ever seen, and then you will regret your words,” he threatens, his face twisting with contempt.
“I’ll only be sorry if I ever have to see your face again,” I bite back hatefully.
I watch his jaw clench again and his nostrils flare. Then he seems to realize something, and a self-assured smirk twists his features.
“Until next time, Hermione, Daughter of Dust,” he warns, then a flurry of green moths the size of dinner plates storm around him, and he is gone.
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I never saw him again after that, and I often wondered if I ever would. As the years went by, I told myself that I dreamed him up. A figment of my overactive imagination.
It didn’t stop me from finding out all I could out of our single interaction, though. I checked out every book I could about faeries from the library, and even bought a few books and supplies from a questionable new age shop that everyone else always passed by.
And as I read, I learned a lot. And as I learned a lot, I realized a lot of what I’d learned was complete rubbish.
My obsession with the fae and with witchcraft had overtaken my life. It eased a bit over time, but it never stopped me from carrying an iron dagger around with me everywhere I went. It never stopped me from wearing my socks inside out. It never stopped me from wearing a string of rowan berries around my neck, hidden underneath my shirt. It never stopped me from shoving extra salt packets from the diner into my pockets.
I’d learned that faeries are susceptible to iron – it scalds them, like fire. Wearing clothing inside out protects humans from glamours, which are like optical illusions. Wearing a string of rowan berries protects humans from ensorcellment. And tasting salt is the only thing that cures the dangerous side-effects of their food.
I hate ensorcellment the most. All a faerie must do is put their will into their words and you are under their control. You cannot resist it. You cannot fight it. You are happy to do their bidding, even if it hurts you. Even if you lick the mud off their shoes.
I hate it. I hate it so much that even though I question their existence (and my sanity), I still go through these precautions every…single…day.
Because, you know, just in case.
It’s paranoia – plain and simple. He isn’t really watching me. He isn’t even real. I dreamed him up, once upon a time.
But it doesn’t explain the blurred shadows, the shaking branches overhead, the songs always sung just for me. This irrational fear.
The whispering of my name.
Hermione.
Hermione.
Hermione.
Something is going to happen soon. I can sense it, and it terrifies me. It terrifies me to the point where I am making myself mad, making myself ill.
I feel like Alice. I’m falling down the rabbit hole; falling into a world which is upside down and backwards; falling into somewhere I never belonged, somewhere I do not want to go.
But gravity does not care at all what I want, does it?
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People watching is a pastime of mine. Harry tells me that I need to stop being so obvious about it, because it looks a bit weird when I get really into it. But I can’t help it. They’re all so fascinating.
Who are they? Where are they going? Where did they come from? What are their thoughts? Dreams? Fears? Are they in love?
Sometimes, I like to pretend I know everything about them.
Harry and Seamus are talking about some Halloween party coming up. Maybe. I don’t really know, because I don’t really care. I’m too busy warming my hands on my paper cup of hot chocolate, while pretending that the man I’m currently watching went to business school when he was younger. I imagine that he was top of his class. Very bright. Very honest.
Too honest.
Which is why he’s leaning against his torn backpack, holding up a sign, asking for change. I imagine his name is Christopher. He prefers jams to jellies, is an animal lover, and enjoys nature walks. I imagine that someone controlled him, took advantage of him, that is how he ended up like this. It’ll never happen to me. I refuse to let it happen to me. I won’t –
“Oi, Hermione? Did you hear me?”
I turn to Harry and blink in confusion. He should already know the answer, so I’m not sure why he asked me in the first place.
“Mm?” I hum, taking a sip of my drink to distract myself from my manic thoughts.
“What are your plans for Halloween?” he repeats.
He should already know the answer to this question, too. But I still answer him. “My parents and I are going to the movies.”
“Ooo, seeing anything scary?” Seamus asks.
My nose crinkles. “Of course not.”
“It’s too bad you can’t come to Viktor’s Halloween party tonight, ‘Mione. It’s gonna to be so lit. He booked a local band, and even a catering service. Are you sure you can’t get out of going to the movies with your parents?” Harry asks me, hope written across his face.
I shake my head and laugh. “I already promised them. Guess I’ll have to miss out on Viktor’s ‘lit’ party, Harry. Sorry.”
Harry grins at me good-naturedly. I don’t even feel guilty about lying to him about it.
I wonder if maybe I should.
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We stay out all day, walking around downtown until the sun sets. I’m having more fun being with my friends than I’ve had in a long time, my anxiety pushed off to the side. Maybe it’s because of the mischief in the air on Halloween night. Maybe it’s because of the four bottles of hard apple cider in my system. I have no idea, but Harry reminds me of my lie, and I almost trip and get caught in it.
Our goodbyes are said, full of drink and laughter. Seamus hollers words at me from across the street, but none of them make any sense. I laugh and mime whatever language he spoke to me right back at him. Harry doubles over in raucous laughter; they’re both beyond gone at this point. Part of me wonders how long they’ll last at Viktor’s party, but I’m sure they’ll find a way – they always do.
My fingers are bloody well freezing by the time I get into my neighborhood, so I tuck them in the sleeves of my thick, grey sweater. The streets are filled with shrieking children trick-or-treating, with their parents walking along tiredly nearby. I exchange a friendly smile with a mum who is wrangling her little demon. He’s wailing something about wanting to eat his M&Ms early and throws his plastic pitchfork on the sidewalk.
As I continue, I can’t help but to think that his costume choice probably wasn’t an accident. I can’t help but be reminded of someone, once upon a time.
When I look back up from the boy, my world spins. Damn alcohol.
I didn’t even drink that much, but I’ve always been a lightweight. Ron and the twins like to tease me for it, but I always get into the rational discussion of body weight and height differences and varying metabolisms, and then they lose interest quickly; I like that they do, but I also hate it. When my mouth opens, eyes glaze over. It’s why I don’t open my mouth much anymore.
I lean against a lamppost, pull out my phone, and do my best to make it look casual while I wait for my world to align itself again. No need to look like a lush in front of all these parents and children running amuck.
Hermione.
Even though I am surrounded by noise, surrounded by controlled chaos, I hear it – my name. My head shoots up from my phone, and I scan the crowd with squinted eyes. I see no one familiar. I only see little bodies on sugar highs.
Hermione.
The voice sounds hollow. Reverberated. Probably because it’s echoing inside my own head, and not out loud in the streets. I exhale shakily. My breath fogs in the cold air, clouding my vision.
Once my breath clears, I see him instantaneously.
There he stands, in the middle of the street, children passing him by. They’re moving too quickly, and he’s not moving at all. It makes me feel dizzy just looking at the contrast between them. He’s wearing a dark leather doublet, and I can see the silver thread of the embroidered leaves glinting in the streetlight from here.
It’s so strange; now that I am looking at him again, I can’t imagine how I could’ve ever forgotten his face. In a very frightening way, he is devastatingly beautiful. Even with his stupid guyliner smudged around his eyes. And just as before, I think he’s a queer, unearthly thing. With his dark, wavy hair falling into his face and his inky eyes and his weird clothing and his crown of sun-bleached thorns. I see no tail this time, but it doesn’t matter. Because he is looking at me – only at me.
As if he hears my anxiety, his mouth furls into a merciless smile – a smile that cuts teeth. A smile sharper than the knife tucked in my boot. A smile that chews helpless hearts out of chests and spits them out, damaged.
I don’t think; I run. My house is close, and as much as I want my parents to be home, I pray that they are not, because if they aren’t, that means they’re safe. Safe from him. Safe from me.
Because, at the end of the day, this is entirely my fault. All of it. I should have never encouraged the creatures of his court. I should have never given them gifts; and I should have never accepted theirs. I should have stuffed my ears with cotton, ignored their ballads.
Should’ve, would’ve, could’ve. Thinking about it now is pointless. It’s too late for regrets; they’ll only weigh me down.
I race up my front steps, fumble for my keys, and unlock the door. Once I’m inside, I slam the door shut and deadbolt it. I run upstairs to my room, not even bothering to turn on the lights.
Even in my inebriated state, I know it’s pointless, but my second instinct is to hide.
My first is to arm myself.
Quickly, I pull dresser drawers open, digging through them in a panic. It’s a whirlwind of actions driven purely by my adrenaline, because I’m barely aware of which weapons and items I’m shoving into where.
What I’m mostly aware of is this sudden pressure building in my ears. Like when you drive into the mountains, and the higher you go, the more pressure you feel, until your ears finally pop.
I’m tucking packets of salt into my back pocket when my bedroom door blasts off its hinges, and I’m thrown across my bedroom. The back of my head cracks against something hard, and my world starts fading to black.
The last thing I see before I black out is his dark silhouette eating away at the moonlight.
The last thing I hear is him speak in his queer, echoing accent. “We meet again, Daughter of Dust. Let us see just how worthy you really are.”
After that, my ears finally pop, and I am falling, falling, f a l l i n g like Alice.
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I pull in a loud, sharp breath, and immediately begin to cough. Something smells so horrific that I choke on it. That’s the first thing I notice when I wake up.
The second thing I notice is the tingling in my legs. They feel like dead-weight. Asleep. I try to shift them, and find that I cannot.
The third thing I notice is the noise. The pressure in my ears is gone now, but it is replaced by a deafening buzzing sound. It bothers me.
I open my eyes and all I see is a green, blinding light shining down on me. A hole in the ceiling. Once my eyes adjust, I am horrified.
Thousands of black flies are swarming around me, hitting against my arms, my face. The reason my legs are asleep is because someone is lying on top of me. He stares at me with clouded eyes, his mouth twisted into a grotesque, frozen scream.
A fly crawls out of one of his nostrils, and I find my voice. I scream. I push and I kick and I shove him off me, and his rotting flesh makes a wet sound as he slides down, down, down. But he doesn’t stop sliding. I watch him roll over a mountain of rotting corpses. Sinew stretching. Skin splitting. Stench strengthening.
And I realize that I am at the very top of this mountain – their unintentional queen.
I cannot get down fast enough.
Each time my foot gets caught in limbs, I scream. Each time I slip in their putrid juices, I cry out. Each time I catch myself from falling by grasping onto their rotting scalps, I dry heave.
By the time I reach the bottom, I am covered in death. I reek of it. I stumble away from the mound as quickly as I can, and fall to the rocky ground. I crawl on my hands and knees, desperate to get away from them. My jeans – torn. My knees and palms – bloody.
Once I am far enough away, I retch and I gag until everything tastes of bile – until all I see are little, white stars. And I can’t even wipe my vomit away, because my sleeves of my sweater are coated thick with coagulated blood.
Spit hangs pathetically from my lower lip as I look up. I’m in a different room now – some sort of cave. There is a soft, green light coming from somewhere, but I can’t find the source, and I don’t care. I can’t tear my eyes away from the crystal-clear spring in front of me.
I don’t even think as I tear my clothes off. I don’t want them on me anymore. I don’t even want them touching me.
Once I am naked, I splash ungracefully into the water and scrub frantically at my skin. There are no scrub brushes here – wherever here is, so I use the blunt tip of my nails to dig away my disgust.
I could be wrong, but something tells me that I will feel dirty for a long while – no matter how clean I get.
After my body is as clean as I can make it, I get out and reluctantly gather my filthy clothing. I really don’t want to put them back on, but I can’t exactly walk around this strange cave in the nude. I have no idea where he is, but I know he’s probably watching me from the shadows, somewhere.
I stomp back to the edge of the spring, clothing in hand, and feel humiliation staining my cheeks. As I am hunched over, scrubbing my underclothes in the warm water, I am intensely aware of how naked I really am. Of how naked I have always been.
I am so, so vulnerable, and I am disgusted by it.
It makes me hate him even more.
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As much as I don’t want to, I press forward. There’s a narrow passageway leading up an incline, which leads to another small clearing – smaller than the room with the spring. Perfectly circular.
And in the center, a pedestal. And on the pedestal, a large orb omitting a greenish glow, with golden vines twisting around it elegantly. It’s breathtaking. It’s beautiful.
I don’t trust it. At all.
I imagine it is filled with fae poisons. I imagine that it is cursed. I think of how it will devour my hand if I touch it. I think of how it might kill me.
I shiver in my wet, freezing clothes, and I also think of how it might help me.
Holding my breath, I step forward.
Nothing happens.
I circle around it once.
Nothing happens.
I dare to sneak a touch on a golden vine.
Nothing happens.
I am stupid and press my palm against the golden knot in the center.
Something happens.
My eyes go wide, and I jump back in alarm. The vines untangle themselves, then melt away, leaving behind what it was guarding.
Clothing and weapons. For me.
It doesn’t make any sense. He’s the one who put me here – the one seeking his childish revenge on me – so why would he help me? There must be a catch, or a boon waiting to be owed.
But when I check the leather doublet, it’s utterly ordinary. Nothing special. Plain.
Like you, my own voice whispers back to me in my head.
I find that I’m angrier for some reason, and I show it when I yank the doublet over my head, like it will make some sort of difference. Some of my hair gets stuck in my mouth in the process, and I spit it out. I push my arms through the sleeves, and I’m disturbed by how perfectly everything fits me. My soggy packets of salt are tucked into my pocket; my necklace of rowan berries is strategically hidden underneath my doublet; my soaking socks are turned inside out; my iron daggers are cold against my inner thighs.
Part of me doesn’t want to think about how terrified I really am, so I test out the blades to distract myself. They’re nothing like my little iron daggers. These are larger – much larger, and they curve out elegantly. I trace my finger along the intricate designs and frown.
“Words?” I ask aloud to no one. Glyphs are written along the side in a fae language – one that I will never understand. Faeblades, I decide to call them.
The words on the faeblades begin to glow a fiery red. When it reaches closer to my fingers, it sparks. I squeal, dropping them to the dirt, and pull my little finger into my mouth where it burns. There’ll be a blister; I’m sure of it. I stare down at the enchanted blades in wonder, listening to the crackling energy dissipate now that I’m no longer touching them.
I wet my chapped lips, and pick the faeblades up by the handles – safely. The glyphs blaze to life again, but it doesn’t scald me this time.
It’s not much, but I’m feeling a little less vulnerable than when I first woke up. I’m just waiting for the grand reveal – the moment when I’m thrown into a situation where I’ll need these gifts.
I sheath the faeblades in the holster on the belt wrapped around my hips, and feel my anger and frustration disperse, and they are replaced by something new – determination.
Once upon a time, he said he’d make me regret my words.
Tonight, I think I will make him regret ever being born.
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It doesn’t take long for me to realize that I’m in a living, breathing labyrinth.
There are chambers with nothing. Doors that lead nowhere. Gnarled vines that block exits. Halls that echo voices that do not belong to me. Rooms that repeat.
He thinks that I’m not keeping my wits, but I am. I have never felt more alive before this.
After what feels like hours, I come to a large room with crumbled stones and the biggest cobwebs I have ever seen. On the other side of the room, there is a large, oval-shaped stone with fae glyphs written in blue. It lets off a low hum. Full of the same energy in my faeblades.
It’s quiet in here. Not even my footsteps echo.
I’ve never much been into videogames, but I’ve watched Harry and Ron play enough to know that it’s a big, open room like this where something nasty is going to come out and try to kill me.
As quietly as I can, I unsheathe my faeblades. The clean sound of metal doesn’t soothe me. I dare to take two steps forward, and I think I could swallow my own heartbeat right now if I wanted to.
There is purple light, and something moves at my feet; I swing instinctively.
I feel stupid when I realize it’s only a blooming flower. What I thought were crumbling stones scattered across the ground are actually budded flowers. I don’t know why, but when I get near them, they come to life. I crouch low, watching in fascination at the purple light they’re emitting, watching specks of glowing pollen float gently to the ground.
When I move my hand over more of the flowers and they bloom, I can’t stop the smile that creeps onto my face. The magical things in Faerie are magnificent. More magnificent than I could have ever imagined.
“Curious,” a deep, familiar voice with a queer, echoing accent says.
I’m on my feet and my faeblades are out faster than I can think. He’s on the far end of the room, leaning against the glyph stone with drink in hand, watching the flowers at my feet with his stupid, pitch-black eyes. The soft glow from the bloomed flowers at his shoes paint him purple; I hate how intimidating it makes him look – how frighteningly beautiful. I wonder if I look the same, but I know I don’t, because he almost takes my breath away. Almost.
“Enlighten me,” I say, my voice a venom edge.
My acidic tone brings his attention to me, and his mouth furls with a familiar contempt. “Cave flowers only bloom in the presence of magic. Why are they blooming for you, I wonder?”
Air gets caught in my throat. Now he’s stolen my breath away.
His dark eyes travel over me slowly, taking in my appearance. He looks bored and displeased, but this is nothing unusual for him, it seems. He takes a long sip from his cup, his eyes never leaving mine. He says, “I see the subjects of my court have aided you, but it doesn’t matter. Pixie-made tunics and weapons aren’t an antidote for your mortality.”
Pixies?
I blink stupidly at his admission, then look at the sleeves of my doublet and the crackling energy of my faeblades. Why had I not thought of this before? Of course, my friends would help me. It fills me with a stupid kind of joy that they still hate him; a petty kind of joy that they love me better.
“How does it make you feel?” I ask, genuinely curious, but mostly vengeful. “To be hated so much by those who are meant to love you?”
In an instant, he is close. Too close. I warn him with my faeblades, and he comes up short, wine spilling. I watch his face slip into nothingness. A mask.
“They love you, because you give into their whims. They love you, because you are temporary. They love you to spite me,” he says lowly, his head tilting just barely. “Tell me: how does that makes you feel?”
I glare at him, pushing the long edge of my blade toward his chest in forewarning. “I would rather be loved out of spite than to be hated.”
At that, he blinks lazily, as if he is trying to comprehend my words. “Are you telling me that you’d rather be loved falsely than to be hated honestly?”
When he words it like this, I’m not so sure. But I am too stubborn to agree with anything he says.
“Yes,” I reply, biting the inside of my cheek. My lie tastes like copper.
His eyes narrow, speculating. “You are exceedingly unusual. No wonder they find you mortals so…interesting.”
His words set me on fire. All I feel is rage.
I press the faeblade into his tunic and scream, “Is that all this is to you? A form of entertainment? A game? You really think you can just go around, stealing mortals when you are bored? Throwing them into a maze to fend for themselves? Without suffering any kind of consequences?”
His dark eyes go wide with surprise, and he looks down at the weapon pressed to his chest. Then he looks back at me, a look of wicked enjoyment on his face.
“If you think this is a game, Daughter of Dust, you are delusional,” he replies, then his fingertips curiously ghost over the soft, round curve of my ear.
I stare at him in disbelief as he steps away from me, his phantom touch going with him. His stare is intense, and I am transfixed.
“There are no winners here in Faerie. No losers,” he pauses – a revelation. “Only us.”
I blink, and he is gone as quickly as he came.
For some reason, I find that I am infuriated at how I am a slave to his convenience. Infuriated at how easily he can come and go, and how I cannot.
In my anger, I trample some cave flowers and scream. But then I pause when I hear the sound of something wet behind me – the sound of something scraping together. I whirl around and my stomach drops in horror.
A brown and golden spider the size of a large dog is lowering itself from the ceiling by a sticky thread, and all eight of its red, blinking eyes have me in its sight. By the time it is close enough for me to notice the purple venom oozing from the tips of its fangs, it drops elegantly to the dirt and lunges toward me.
On instinct, I throw myself to the right and land in a patch of cave flowers. The air is knocked out of my lungs, but I don’t have time to think about it. I roll onto my back just in time to see the spider crash into a wall. It lets out an unnatural shriek that pierces my eardrums, and I can’t help but throw my hands over my ears.
It shakes its head and turns back on me, its long legs bringing it stampeding in my direction.
“Shit,” I swear under my breath, and scramble up to run away from it, but I know it’s pointless. The spider is going to catch me in seconds. It is going to stab me with its venomous fangs, wrap me up in it silk, and turn my insides into goop. I’m going to be spider food.
God, damn it.
No.
I pull out my faeblades and whirl around, my feet skidding in the dirt. I take on a defensive stance and feel entirely feral – so unlike me, but also exactly like me. I am painted with purple and rage.
The spider falters for a split-second, almost as if it is considering that I might be a threat, but quickly throws that thought out the window and barrels toward me.
When it’s nearly upon me, my grip on the faeblades tighten, and I drop down and swing at its legs. As I swing, I feel heat and see flames. But I realize too late that I dropped down too slow, and its powerful body knocks into me, throwing me to the ground. I feel an excruciating pain in my left shoulder from the force of the blow, but I don’t let it stop me from pulling myself back up – no matter how badly I want to scream from the pain. I’m not going down without one hell of a fight.
The enormous spider crashes to the ground by the stone glyph, letting out a horrendous screech. Green blood spurts out of the two legs I’ve lobbed off, and the spider wobbles off to one side, uneven. It’s at a disadvantage now, but that doesn’t mean it’s not a threat. I know better.
I go to change to an offensive stance, ready to go in for the kill now that it is wounded, but the movement in my shoulder causes the pain to intensify and I accidentally drop one of my blades. I don’t mean to, but I cry out. It feels like fire. Pure fire.
As I reach up to touch my injury, I look down at the same time and I feel my blood run cold. There, jutting out of my shoulder like some grotesque joke, is one of the spider’s fangs. The venom sac is still attached, pulsing, pumping more and more purple venom into my bloodstream. I don’t know why I didn’t notice it before, but I can feel its effects now. The fire in my veins. My body temperature rising. My vision blurring. Delirium setting in.
I’m going to die. It’s inevitable. A fact. I cannot control it.
The cave is moving – shifting, but I know it’s just the venom making quick work of me. Making me delirious. Making me go mad. I watch the spider stand and turn back on me, and it turns into two spiders, three…wait, four? I don’t know how many there are anymore, and I don’t care.
I yank the fang from my shoulder and throw it to the ground in anger. If I cannot control when I die, I most certainly can control what I do with my last moments before they’re stolen from me. He cannot take that from me. He will never take that from me.
All four spiders let out a piercing shriek and spring toward me.
I scream at the top of my lungs and lunge forward with my single faeblade drawn. The four spiders turn back into one for just a second, but it’s all the time I need. I swerve to the right, and when it goes to follow me, it loses balance on its uneven side and topples.
It only takes a second for it to get its bearings again, but it’s already too late. I am on its hairy back, screaming until my throat burns, hacking the curved edge of the faeblade into its head, its eyes. I show it no mercy, because I know it would have shown me none.
I keep stabbing its head, although I’m certain its dead now. It’s stopped moving. It’s stopped screaming. But I’m the one who can’t stop. I feel vengeful. I feel angry. I feel robbed.
My heartbeat slows, speeds, slows, speeds – erratic. I don’t even realize I’m crying until I slide off the spider’s body. I want to get away from it. I need to get away from this. I begin to crawl, but everything is turning to fuzz.
I follow a source of soft, blue light. It’s familiar. Warm. Comforting.
My head rests against the hard surface, and I close my eyes. So, this is where I’ve come to die.
And I feel like I’m almost there – almost dead, but then I hear voices. Distorted ones. Ones I can’t quite grasp. Can’t quite reach.
I’m too tired to care. Too warm to care. The warmth wraps around me, whispers in an echoing, childlike voice: Awaken, little dustling. Awaken. So much has yet to be done. You mustn’t stop now. Look how far you’ve come.
The venom is making me go mad – I just know it. I don’t know who is speaking to me or where they are, but I reply anyway.
“I’m dying,” I rasp out, my head lolling to the side tiredly. Breathing is difficult now. “I can’t even move. The venom.”
There is an antidote, little dustling, but you must claim it.
Where I pull the energy from, I cannot say, but I find that I’m more alert than I was a moment ago. I open my eyes and ask, “Where?”
It is here. In this very room. But first, I must ask you a question: how badly do you want it, little dustling?
I know this is a trick question, even in my feverish state. Receive a favor; owe a debt. The way of the fae.
My jaw clenches and I answer honestly, “I don’t want it at all, but I need it.”
Silence.
Right when I think the little girl didn’t like my answer and left me to rot, she speaks again.
And we need you, little dustling. You’ve been chosen.
I frown, weakly shifting myself up. “Chosen? Chosen by who? For what?”
The egg sac behind the lorestone. Don’t apply it. Drink it. All of it. Every last drop.
“Wait!” I cry out weakly. “What do you mean I’ve been chosen? Hello?”
The little girl is gone, then I register her last words. The antidote.
My vision isn’t clear, but it’s well enough to see in my immediate area. My main concern right now is figuring out what the bloody fuck a lorestone is.
Familiar energy radiates behind me, and I turn my head. The oval stone with glyphs written on it. Could this be it? It’s the only distinctive feature in the room; well, besides the decapitated spider lying at my feet.
“The egg sac behind the lorestone,” I repeat. “Behind the lorestone.”
I crawl on my hands and knees, too weak to walk. Too weak to exist, but I make it happen. I have no other choice.
Behind the stone is a white mass made of spider silk. It’s pulsating with life. So, what am I supposed to do? Just cut it open and let its little venom babies make a feast of me? No, thank you.
A sharp pain in my chest stabs me, making me double over and wanting to die. But then I remember that I don’t want to die. I refuse to let it end like this.
I reach for my faeblade, bring it above my head, and stab the egg sac as hard as I can.
I expect baby spiders the size of tarantulas to come pouring out, but they don’t. Green, gelatinous goo pours out, instead. Without thinking, I reach my hand in up to my elbow, feeling around for something – for anything.
My fingers slip against something smooth, and I grasp it. I pull it out, and through the goo, I can see it’s a glass bottle filled with a dark liquid. After I wipe as much as I can away from the stopper, I open it, and drink.
It’s disgusting. It tastes bitter and metallic, but I keep drinking. I don’t stop. I drink all of it. Every last drop.
And when I am finished, I collapse into the dirt. Then I think of how much I have been hating dirt lately and laugh at the irony of it all.
Part of me thinks I was tricked. Given false hope. I feel no different, but I still wait. I stare at the stalactites dripping from the ceiling. It’s not like I have anything else better to do.
Time passes, and I am still not dead.
In fact, all at once, I feel better. More than better. I touch my wound, and only find a star-shaped scar. I get up, gather my faeblades, and sheath them.
I feel different. Stronger. I wonder if it was more than just an antidote. I push the low probability of that to the back of my mind. I have more important things to worry about.
It’s time to find him and end this. He says this is not a game, but it certainly feels like one. I’m competing for something, but I have no idea what the prize is. No idea what the rules are. He is playing with my life like I am worth nothing, but I am worth so much more.
And I’m going to prove it to him. I will do anything to survive this labyrinth.
Anything.
I wonder if he knows that.
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Have you ever had a really bad haircut? my mom cut my hair pretty short once.. it was to my chin or so. and it wasn’t the best look for me.
Did you ever order any clothes from the Alloy catalogue? i don’t even know what that is.
What brand, color, and type is your favorite eyeliner? don’t have a favorite brand. but just black pencil eyeliner i guess.
Do you wear eyeliner? on the rare occasion i wear makeup, yes.
Was there ever a time in your life when you couldn’t cry? none really comes to mind..
What’s your favorite type of yogurt? lately i like blueberry or blackberry.
What posters did you have on your wall as a teenager? i had a twilight poster for awhile. it had the quote, “and so the lion fell in love with the lamb”. lol.
What are your favorite type of calendars? i don’t really use any calendars.
Do you have a full-length mirror? i do not.
When was the last time you bought stamps? uh. back before jacob and i got married.
Do you have any overdue library books right now? no. i haven’t been to the library in years. i need to change that though.
How often do you do laundry? usually once a week. sunday is our day.
Do you have a piggy bank? i have a toothless (the dragon) one... somewhere.
Do you remember your locker combinations from high school? no. i rarely used my locker after freshman year.
What’s your favorite DIY crafts youtube channel? i don’t have one. i don’t watch craft videos on youtube.
Could you spend hours on pinterest? i couldn’t spend hours on there, no.
Do you own plaid pants? no. i don’t own anything plaid anymore.
Have you ever had to wear a school uniform? i did not.
What was your high school’s mascot? redskins. now they changed it to redhawks.
What were your high school’s team colors? red and white or red and black? something like that. i never paid that much attention.
Who were your best friends in high school? jacob.
Have you ever been to Chicago? If yes, what do you like best about it? i’ve been there many times. i like the museums and whatnot. also the pizza is good.
Have you ever stayed in a hostel? nope.
Would you rather sleep on the top bunk or bottom bunk? i liked the bottom bunk when i had bunk beds. i liked drawing on the board of the bed above me.
Do you love camping? i enjoy it, but i don’t know that i love it. and i’ve never got to do any proper camping.
Would you rather sleep in a tent or under the stars? tent for sure.
What insects are you afraid of? basically anything that could potentially hurt me. i don’t like being bit or strung or anything like that.
Have you ever had a secret admirer that left you notes? nope.
Are you close with your cousins? not anymore. used to be. now i’m not really close to anyone though.
Are you close to any aunts or uncles? not anymore.
Are you close to your grandparents? not really, no.
Who betrayed your trust? most people have..
Who was your first best friend (apart from a sibling)? ally.
What was your favorite thing to do at sleepovers when you were younger? watch movies i think? maybe play games or talk or something. i didn’t really have or participate in many sleepovers though.
What kind of popcorn is your favorite? buttered with jalapeno salt stuff on it.
Does your town have a big fountain in it? we might in front of our court house, actually. it’s king triton i want to say?
What is your town known for? we’re the maple city, so i’m assuming our maple trees.
Do you currently live in the city you grew up in? yup.
What’s one way in which you’re behind the times? i guess i don’t understand all the different slang terms that are used now..
What’s one way in which you’re still a child? i’m honestly not sure.. i guess i’m not as independent as i could be sometimes?
What’s one way in which you’re old? i feel like i’ve always had an “old soul”. also. i don’t really enjoy all nighters anymore. ha.
Do you feel old or young? Or do you feel both at different times? both at different times.
How old are you? twenty-five.
Do you know what you want to do for your next birthday? If yes, what is it? not a clue. i will be happy to just spend it with my family.
What is the last new thing you discovered that was really good? the ultimate mocha frappuccino from starbucks was okay. i went and got one because i had a gift card.
What would be the best surprise you could receive right now? if eliana decided to come on her own before i’m supposed to be induced on thursday. lol.
Do you usually forgive when someone hurts you or try to get revenge? forgive. i’m not really one for revenge.
Were there any subjects in school that were really easy for you? If so, what? english, choir, and history classes.
Did you ever skip a grade or get held back a grade? nope.
What time of day were you born? i wouldn’t know without checking my baby book or asking my mom.
What is the best hairstyle you’ve ever had? i don’t really know. i don’t think i’ve ever had anything all that great to be honest.
Do you think you look better with dyed hair or natural hair? natural.
Do you think your look better with curly hair or straight hair? wavy at least.
Do you have bangs? not anymore. i get them from time to time but then they grow out and instead of getting them trimmed i just go back to not having them. Do you think you look better with bangs or without? i don’t know. i don’t think i look good either way so it doesn’t really matter. Do you think you look better with long hair or short? longer for sure. What’s your favorite rock band? i really don’t know. i don’t listen to that much rock. Who’s your favorite country singer? thomas rhett or luke combs i think.
Do you ever listen to Celtic music? occasionally because my dad does sometimes.
Do you listen to Hillsong? nope. Did you try the unicorn frappuccino, and if yes, were you a fan? i did not. i don’t really like going to starbucks all that much.
Have you ever won a contest? nothing super impressive, but yeah. Have you ever wanted to be a model, actress, singer, or dancer? singer. When you look at your baby pictures, do you recognize yourself? yeah... Has your hair color changed since you were a toddler? i don’t think so? Do you wear matching socks? not usually.
How many drawers does your dresser have? five i think? maybe six. Do you own an American flag shirt? i think i might have one with some kind of american flag on it.
Do you own a British flag shirt? i do not. Do you have a seashell collection? we used to. i don’t think we kept it though. Do you have a rock collection? nope. Do you decorate for Halloween? i’m hoping to next year. What is your favorite thing to do in the pool? i just like to swim around a bit and float... Flamingos or pineapples? hm. pineapples. Cacti or seashells? seashells. Maple tree or palm tree? maple trees. Dreamcatcher or wind chimes? dream catcher. Have you ever taken a picture at the perfect moment? i think so, yeah. Do you have a crush right now? it’s more than just a crush. What color was your first car? i haven’t technically got my first car. both cars are jacob’s. before that, i drove my parents’ vans. Was your first car used or new? ^^^
Do you have a car now? jacob’s. What color(s) eyeshadow do you wear the most? brown-ish tan color.
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BEST FRIENDS? | Best Friend! Shawn [BP] Part 1 | Shawn Mendes
A/N: Hello! I’m splitting this thing into two parts because it was so long haha. I just had so many ideas!! Honestly i’m such a sucker for the “best friends to lovers” trope it may be cliche as hell but it’s my fave. Part 2 has more of a storyline to it just in bullet point form! Also wanna thank @siennarossi, @innocent-before-mendes and @i-keep-craving-craving for advice and for helping me out! Hope you enjoy! Feedback is appreciated! Have a lovely day! ♡♡♡
☆ Read Part 2 here ☆
You moved to pickering when you were a kid and met Shawn when you were 4
He was your neighbor
Bedrooms facing each other
You always thought how stupid he looked trying to climb the tree that was impossible to climb at his age
Since you were new to town when you went to school you knew nobody
Playtime came and you saw shawn by the sandbox playing by himself
You walk to him and asked if you can play together
He was so shy "okay" red cheeks and all
Everything just hit off after that
You guys were attached to the hip
Walking to school holding hands or seating beside each other on the school bus
Some girls from school wanted to play with you and you were so happy to make more friends that you brought shawn with you but the girls said they don't play with boys
"But shawn goes with me wherever i go"
"I guess you can't play with us"
You ditch them for Shawn
“I’ll play your barbie dolls with you y/n”
Wouldn't it be cute to imagine when your parents open the door and look down to see kid shawn in his squeaky voice “Good afternoon Ms. y/l/n! Is y/n there?"
You guys loved watching barney together and singing the theme song
Role playing power rangers and pretending to be fighting each other
Till that one time you accidentally punched Shawn in the face and his nose bled
You always attend each other’s birthday parties and you always need each other by your side before blowing your birthday cake
You play husband wife sometimes
“y/n when were older im going to marry you”
“why shawn” “cause you’re my best friend”
Riding bikes together
Getting boo boos and helping each other out with the wound
“Here’s a bandaid Shawn it’s the barbie one”
Eating ice cream by the front porch
PLAYGROUND PLAYDATES
Giggling to each other while your both on the swings
Sometimes when there’s only one swing left Shawn would offer it to you and he’d start pushing your swing
Lots and lots of videos of you two when you were kids
Halloween time is always a fun time for the both of you because you guys to get to do matching costumes
One year would be you as Mario and Shawn as Luigi with the matching mustaches
“Hey how come you get to be Mario?” “Because I’m cooler Shawn”
another time would be Kim possible and Ron stoppable
another time as Spongebob and Patrick
then ferris and cameron from ferris bueller’s day off but no one ever really got who you were dressing up as that year
and that one time in school where you thought everyone was going to be wearing halloween costumes turns out only and shawn did
Horror movie marathons every halloween
You remember the time Shawn screamed like a girl
“Y/N please don’ tell anyone”
When its Christmas you would go out and make the weirdest looking snowman, snow angels, drinking hot cocoa, baking cookies for santa and opening presents while trying to stay up late and wait for Santa Claus to come out
“My father is the actual santa claus??” “You’re so dumb Shawn”
School plays together!!! Like little mermaid where you played a fish and shawn played a lobster
One of your school plays was also King Arthur
You were a local villager and shawn was the village idiot
Coloring coloring books together
Going to camp together during the summer
11 year old Shawn would be sporting braces and you would make fun of him when he got it
“HAHAHAHAHAHA LOOK AT YOUR METAL MOUTH”
“shawn close your mouth you’re blinding me”
You were a little bit taller than him at that age
You guys would constantly call each other names the kiddish kind
“TOE LICKER” “BUTT SNIFFER” “ONION BREATHE”
He would freak out when he sees your bra laying on the bed
But would also be there for you when you start to panic when you finally get your period
“you aren’t going to die y/n. please your making me scared what if you die, i’m gonna be all alone”
shawn gets so scared when you say a bad word by accident
“Y/n you know we’re not supposed to be saying bad words or we’ll go to hell”
You’re both appalled by kissing when your parents do it or when you’re watching a movie
“EWWWWWWWWWWW” “YUUCK”
“COOTIES EW”
“okay class! go and pick a partner”
🌚 🌝
Your whole family knows Shawn. Shawn’s whole family knows you
Uncles, aunts, cousins and grandparents. THEY ALL KNOW SHAWN.
Your family is so familiar to having Shawn around the house so when he’s not there they ask “where’s Shawn?”
High school rolls in and you’re both invited to your first ever high school party
“Y/n do I wear a tux to these parties?” “Idiot”
He ended up wearing Capri shorts and his Birkenstocks
“Please tell me you aren’t wearing socks with your birkenstocks” “well…”
You play 7 minutes in heaven and shawn goes in with a girl
When he goes out, the girl looks so weirded out by shawn
“Well..what happened?”
“She was leaning for a kiss and I got nervous I just screamed at her”
you try alcohol for the first time together in your room; you raided wine in your parents collection
you both spit it out right after
“POISON!!!”
16 year old you is wondering how tall Shawn got over the summer because you have to tilt your head up to look at him
He’s also gotten cuter over the summer no more braces and thank god he stopped wearing those birkenstocks
he’s still wearing those baggy khaki pants
The insults have upgraded
“You stupid lanky dickhead” “fuck you y/n”
You both swear like sailors now
You’re by your lockers and he just salsa dances and sing songs “look who got an A on chemistry byotch”
You’re both each other’s first kiss you rather have it be your best friend than be it someone else who won’t matter in a couple of years
Also for practice because Shawn ’s been pinning over some chick named Stephanie the whole freshman year
“Come on y/n so you can tell me if I suck or not”
He sucked
“YOU KISSED ME LIKE IM A CPR DUMMY”
Sleepovers at each other’s houses
passing notes in between classes, shawn wanting to play tic tac toe
Doing homework together
Copying each other’s homework
“Pssst shawn what’s the answer to no. 5?”
“I was gonna ask you that!”
“fuck”
Shawn going up your window late at night because he’s tall enough to finally climb the tree
but also the idiot tried doing a stunt and ended up bringing down one of your pipes down with him
you guys would meet each other by the window to say good night
sometimes when he knows you feel bad he would stare at your window and write down a note saying “are you okay?” or “feel better”
You attended junior prom together
“Look at you Shawn looking so fancy in that tux”
You see Shawn’s cheeks redden “thanks y/n you look pretty”
You try to pin his boutonnière and he keeps joking around that you pricked his skin
Till you actually pricked his skin cause he was moving around too much “idiot”
Ditched after a while cause it was getting boring, you both just headed out to the local diner and ordered milkshakes
For senior prom, you had to find a date because Shawn asked someone else; you were a little sad because you’re just used to you and Shawn doing everything together
Watching the schools football games together by the bleachers
They made shawn the school mascot
“it is a sauna inside here and i can’t fucking see anything”
always going together to high school parties
fist bumping to levels by avicii (beacause it was a bop at that time tbh)
asking each others approval when you find someone hot
constructing each other’s sentences before hitting send to your crush
there’s a girl that likes shawn and she’s very confident and flirting around with him and shawn just mumbles trying to talk to her “yeah ugh no yeah totally but ugh yeah no”
You’re just watching him trying your hardest not to laugh
“pathetic”
Giving each other tips on making a move
“I watched that movie hitch and they said that if a girl lingers by the front door it means she wants you to kiss her”
“Shawn you gotta stop screaming at a girl when they try to go near you”
You tell each other who you lost your virginity to and judging so hard
“WHY BECKY?” “Sleeping simon are you serious?”
Also being each other’s person to look for support and comfort whenver you’re feeling down
Shawn would get your favorite ice cream and listen to you on your bed cuddled up to him”
“Hey shawn i got your favorite muffins. Please tell me what’s wrong with you”
Shawn would tell you to leave him alone under the covers and you would just go under the covers
Being lab partners
Shawn making you laugh when he does an impersonation of professor fink with his lab coat and goggles
“Well according to my calculations..”
GRADUATION DAY
You would be cheering for each other when you both get on stage
“LETS GO Y/N LETS GO!!!”
“THAT’S MY BEST FRIEND RIGHT THERE”
Shawn would just blast “SCHOOLS OUT FOR SUMMER” on his jeep on your way to your graduation party
He wore a fucking vest and a casual tie with converse to the party
“A vest shawn? Really?”
”yolo y/n yolo”
Booze is present and you both have had a bit too much
You see Shawn standing up on the table dancing to Daft Punk’s One More Time
You push Shawn into the pool but he’s quick to grab you leaving both of you underwater
Going to the park after and riding the swings just like when you were kids
Figuring out what colleges to apply to
both of you just staring at your acceptance letters
“Open yours first” “No! You open yours first”
“FINE I’LL READ YOURS, YOU READ MINE”
Jumping because you both got in
Luckily you both wanted to go to the same college with just different courses so the long distance friendship is off the books
You’re headed off to college to fix your dorm rooms
Shawn would be in such a school spirit he’s already wearing the college hat and hoodie
Shawn just starts playing “everybody lets go” song from dora the explorer in the car
“Here we go...”
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answer all of them!
11. what’s an inside joke you have with your friends?* there’s far too many to pick just one, honestly.
12. what’s your favorite planet?* saturn!
13. what’s something that made you smile today?* first, stanley anderson let me copy his math homework. then, @ask-melchior-gabor gave me some of his favorite pirate literature that i haven’t read yet during study hall. and then i got burgers with @ask-max-von-trenk and @ask-the-reformatory! (having normal food was SO great.)
14. if you were to live with your best friend in an old flat in a big city, what would it look like?* a huge mess. seriously! at least my section would. it’d probably be decorated pretty clashingly, because we all have different interests. it’d definitely be covered in flowers. and it would have lots of books! (for melchior)
15. go google a weird space fact and tell us what it is!* mercury is shrinking!!!
16. what’s your favorite pasta dish?* fettuccine alfredo…yum!
17. what color do you really want to dye your hair?* i don’t have any desire to dye my hair at the moment, honestly.
18. tell us about something dumb/funny you did that has since gone down in history between between you and your friends and is always brought up.* @ask-moritz-stiefel exposed that i stabbed him with scissors once because i thought he was possessed. nobody wants to let it go!
19. do you keep a journal? what do you write/draw in it?* i do! when i feel really out of my head, i either ramble just to get everything off my mind, or draw some pretty strange stuff. it’s very useful.
20. what’s your favorite eye color?* green!
21. talk about your favorite bag, the one that’s been to hell and back with you and that you love to pieces.* my trusty “in case of sudden escape” bag has seen me through everything. it’s always full of necessities, and it is immune to being torn apart! it’s very sturdy, small enough that i can wear it without feeling weighed down, easy to travel with, and still covered in paint. it’s been there for me through so much. love you, bag.
22. are you a morning person?* most of the time!
23. what’s your favorite thing to do on lazy days where you have 0 obligations?* go down to the creek, lay out in the sun, listen to some music, and just relax.
24. is there someone out there you would trust with every single one of your secrets?* i’m too ashamed to tell anybody ALL of my secrets — but in the matter of trust, i’d have no qualms placing my faith in max, melchior, and @ask-hanschen-rilow these guys are locked boxes.
25. what’s the weirdest place you’ve ever broken into?* one night, a group of us (the phallustics and some other models) were so drunk that we managed to get ourselves into a yacht that DEFINITELY didn’t belong to us. most of the passengers were pretty drunk too. i’ve also broken into a lighthouse…that was fun.
26. what are the shoes you’ve had forever and wear with every single outfit?* i have these killer sandles that are very ancient greece-like. they’re my favorites!
27. what’s your favorite bubblegum flavor?* motitas banana gum!
28. sunrise or sunset?* sunrise
29. what’s something really cute that one of your friends does and is totally endearing?* moritz does this adorable thing where his nose wrinkles when he thinks you’ve said something especially funny/outrageous. it’s so cute! i love it!
30. think of it: have you ever been truly scared?* yes.
31. what is your opinion of socks? do you like wearing weird socks? do you sleep with socks? do you confine yourself to white sock hell? really, just talk about socks.* i have a love-hate relationship with socks. as most of you know, i’m happiest barefoot. however, i love crazy/weird socks! especially knee-high ones! they’re so fun to play around with! i do not sleep in socks, though.
32. tell us a story of something that happened to you after 3 AM when you were with friends.* this one time, melchi and i were ridiculously high and we tried to order food. it went REALLY badly. he kept trying to not have to pay for food by psychoanalyzing the poor worker, and then i stood on a table, and we couldn’t stop laughing, and it was overall very chaotic and he’ll kill me for bringing it up again at some point. (love you, melchi!)
33. what’s your fave pastry?* OH! THERE’S SO MANY GREAT ONES TO CHOOSE FROM! i love sfogliatelle so much. i’ll go with that!
34. tell us about the stuffed animal you kept as a kid. what is it called? what did it look like? do you still keep it?* i wasn’t allowed to have one.
35. do you like stationary and pretty pens and so on? do you use them often?* yes and yes!
36. which band’s sound would fit your mood right now?* misterwives.
37. do you like keeping your room messy or clean?* M E S S Y
38. tell us about your pet peeves!* people invading my personal space, being talked over, the sound of a fork scraping someone’s teeth, people who grab me without warning.
39. what color do you wear the most?* hmm…probably green!
40. think of a piece of jewelry you own: what’s its story? does it mean anything to you?* the piercing in my collarbone? the one that keeps getting infected? i did it because i was really angry at the time — the night before i left. i was so, so tired of the way i had to live to keep modeling and to keep being pretty and all of that. it’s my freedom, baby!
41. what’s the last book you remember really, really loving? * it was a collection of h.p lovecraft’s works.
42. do you have a favorite coffee shop? describe it!* it’s small, but it’s always warm and it smells like vanilla. the people who work there are insanely friendly. it’s a bit dark, but in the cozy way. they always remember my name there.
43. who was the last person you gazed at the stars with?* moritz.
44. when was the last time you remember feeling completely serene and at peace with everything?* there was this one night where @ask-georg-zirschnitz and i were chilling on the roof. it was so quiet, and so warm, and i felt so safe. that was the end of last summer.
45. do you trust your instincts a lot?* incredibly so, yes.
46. tell us the worst pun you can think of.
47. what food do you think should be banned from the universe?* at the moment, fish.
48. do you like buying CDs and records? what was the last one you bought?* yes! i just bought a duran-duran cd…no shame!
49. what was your biggest fear as a kid? is it the same today?* my father. no.
50. what’s an odd thing you collect?* georg says my collection of old letters written during the wars is weird.
51. think of a person. what song do you associate with them?* “baby’s on fire” by die antwoord.
52. what are your favorite memes of this year so far?* keanu reactions.
53. have you ever watched the rocky horror picture show? heathers? beetlejuice? pulp fiction? what do you think of them?* I HAVE THE RHPS MEMORIZED IN ITS ENTIRETY. MY DREAM IS TO DO ONE OF THE REENACTMENTS AS COLOMBIA. heathers is good, but hits a bit too close for me to watch comfortably. beetlejuice is a halloween classic! pulp fiction is also a classic i love.
54. who’s the last person you saw with a true look of sadness on their face?* i looked in a mirror. KIDDING! KIDDING! actually, stan the man did seem kinda sad today.
55. what’s the most dramatic thing you’ve ever done to prove a point?* chugged nearly a whole bottle of benadryl. DON’T DO THAT.
56. what are some things you find endearing in people?* when they talk about things they love and their faces get all glowy. when they laugh.
57. go listen to bohemian rhapsody. how did it make you feel? did you dramatically reenact the lyrics?* shocked at how high freddie mercury’s voice can go. no, but i did start dancing.
58. who’s the wine mom and who’s the vodka aunt in your group of friends? why?* i’m the wine mom, max is the vodka aunt. it just fits.
59. what’s your favorite myth?* the myth of arachne!
60. do you like poetry? what are some of your faves?* i adore poetry! the book “new american best friend” by olivia gatwood is full of all my favorites.
61. what’s the stupidest gift you’ve ever been given? the stupidest one you’ve ever received?* i don’t believe in stupid gifts!
62. do you drink juice in the morning? which kind?* orange juice!
63. are you fussy about your books and music? do you keep them meticulously organized or leave them be?* no! i leave them be, makes it easier for my siblings/friends to grab them when they want to.
64. what color is the sky where you are right now?* black.
65. is there anyone you haven’t seen in a long time who you’d like to hang out with?* @ask-bobby-maler
66. what would your ideal flower crown look like?* full of baby’s breath and orchids! very big.
67. how do gloomy days where the sky is dark and the world is misty make you feel?* miserable. terrible. sad and alone.
68. what’s winter like where you live?* cold and bitter and awful.
69. what are your favorite board games?* clue!
70. have you ever used a ouija board?* yes
71. what’s your favorite kind of tea?* chai tea and bubble tea!
72. are you a person who needs to note everything down or else you’ll forget it?* depends on my state of mind
73. what are some of your worst habits?* addiction and clinginess
74. describe a good friend of yours without using their name or gendered pronouns.* very easygoing. lots of piercings. naggy about my personal health but throws caution to the wind with theirs. very handsome. a fantastic listener. an even better friend.
75. tell us about your pets!* hellbeasts.
76. is there anything you should be doing right now but aren’t?* homework.
77. pink or yellow lemonade?* pink!
78. are you in the minion hateclub or fanclub?* the what?
79. what’s one of the cutest things someone has ever done for you?* one time, reinhold picked me up from school and he had this playlist full of music he thought i’d like and it was one of the sweetest things in the world.
80: what color are your bedroom walls? did you choose that color? if so, why?
• i have white walls! i didn’t, but georg’s mom lets me draw on them :)
81: describe one of your friend’s eyes using the most abstract imagery you can think of.
• luminous!
82: are/were you good in school?
• i…don’t think my grades indicate my understanding of what we’re being taught.
83: what’s some of your favorite album art?
• david bowie has cool covers!
84: are you planning on getting tattoos? which ones?
• i have one! i don’t want another at this moment, but maybe later…
85: do you read comics? what are your faves?
• teen titans is a fun read
86: do you like concept albums? which ones?
• THE RISE AND FALL OF ZIGGY STARDUST!!!
87: what are some movies you think everyone should watch at least once in their lives?
• black swan. the rocky horror picture show. moulin rouge.
88: are there any artistic movements you particularly enjoy?
• tons! i go too in-depth, though.
89: are you close to your parents?* no.
90: talk about one of your favorite cities.
• novosibirsk. so cool.
91: where do you plan on traveling this year?
• i don’t know yet!
92: are you a person who drowns their pasta in cheese or a person who barely sprinkles a pinch?
• DROWN IT
93: what’s the hairstyle you wear the most?
• i like putting flowers in my hair. i leave it down!
94: who was the last person you know to have a birthday?
• wiebke from lit class!
95: what are your plans for this weekend?
• i don’t know yet. get really fucking high? maybe leave town.
96: do you install your computer updates really quickly or do you procrastinate on them a lot?
• depends
97: myer briggs type, zodiac sign, and hogwarts house?
• i don’t know. taurus. i don’t know.
98: when’s the last time you went hiking? did you enjoy it?
• last weekend! it was lovely!
99: list some songs that resonate to your soul whenever you hear them.
• vagabond by misterwives, homeless by marina kaye, rootless by marina and the diamonds
100: if you were presented with two buttons, one that allows you to go 5 years into the past, the other 5 years into the future, which one would you press? why?* neither. i don’t want to risk that.
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For Halloween, I want to do a Les Mis cosplay. What types of fashion terms should I be looking for/asking for in stores? (Basically, I don't just want to go in there and ask if they have anything from 1820s France or the like!)
not gonna lie anon if you’re as nitpicky as i am it’s gonna be pretty hard to find something entirely accurate.
are you cosplaying in men’s clothes? those sorts of things would be easier to find so hopefully you are
the basic components of the outfit are shirt, drawers (you can leave these out lol your normal underwear is fine), trousers, suspenders, waistcoat, cravat, tailcoat, hat, stocking, and shoes, though it might get hot wearing all that and it’d be hard (& expensive!) to find all of these things, so it’s fine if you go without the coat and top hat & just say your character is dressing casually indoors. you can search my blog for specific examples of these things, and i also have a page dedicated to my sources if you want to go through those too
for shirts you want something white and with a high collar. costume stores would probably understand what you mean if you asked for like.....a pirate shirt? though don’t get one that opens too far down the chest, and has either no collar or a collar that you can’t pop up. it’s fine if it doesn’t stay up when you pop it up; the cravat will secure it in place. it’s also fine if your shirt isn’t all that fitted to your body, since a well-fitting waistcoat combined with the right sort of pants will make it fine, since shirts weren’t fitted back then anyway! common mistake i see in cosplay is people using button up shirts -- button up shirts just did not exist. there were shirts with buttoned collars, but they weren’t buttoned up the whole length of the shirt.
trousers you wear should be seriously high waisted. like really high waisted. you’re trying to achieve an hourglass figure here & you need the pants to do that. fashionable ones could also be pretty tight! trousers were a lot of the time cream, tan, or brown, and if they did have a pattern, it’d be a fairly simple striped or checked one. another common mistake i see is people wearing belts to hold them up! there was no such thing as a men’s belt back then since the trousers were way too high waisted for a belt to be practical. instead they used suspenders!
suspenders then were pretty similar in shape to the ones we have now? though i think generally wider and prettier. floral embroidery was super super super common, and really pretty and good!!! search for suspenders on either my blog or my sources to get an idea. if you can’t get suspenders like that, which lbr most people can’t because society ruined fashion when they stopped letting men wear florals, just wear some more normal patterned ones. they’ll be hidden underneath your waistcoat anyway, you just won’t have the same sense of Authenticity.
waistcoats were also very high waisted, being just long enough to hide the shirt tucked into the trousers. by the 1820s they were quite snugly fitted to nip in the waist! some waistcoats even had some very wide sturdy lacing in the back to pull the waist in even more. you won’t be able to find that today, but keep that ideal feminine silhouette in mind when you’re shopping. the lapels in the early 1820s for the most part were either nonexistent or pretty insubstantial. by the end of the decade, you’d see triangular lapels, notched lapels, and shawl collars. as for the fabrics themselves, don’t just go with a plain black one! vibrant colors and more complex patterns were much more common, and more fun anyway.
cravats were length strips of fabric that were tied in pretty complex ways -- google image search this stuff to see what i mean. they’d hold up the collar and give the impression of a longer neck. most often they were either white or black, though there were still colored ones. to find something cravat-y enough today, i honestly don’t really know what you could do? maybe a very small very thin scarf, or a very wide ribbon? neither of these things will be exact, sadly, and i don’t know enough about cosplay to give you an idea how to improvise. maybe cut your own fabric from something else? or there might be cravats on ebay or something, i have no idea. keep in mind the fabric should be very thin in order for you to be able to tie it properly.
tailcoats were about the same length as the waistcoat. they also wouldn’t necessarily be black! like waistcoats, they could come in all sorts of colors, but unlike waistcoats, they weren’t patterned.
top hats were, well, top hats. i very much doubt you’ll be able to find one in the Exact Specific Shape of the 1820s, so just a normal black top hat is fine, i wouldn’t worry too much about it. it’s a halloween costume, not a professional handmade reenactment costume.
don’t worry about the stockings much either, they won’t be showing up, so you can just wear your normal socks. same way with shoes tbh -- just get some black either business shoes or boots and you’ll get by.
if you’re wearing women’s clothes, then it’s going to be really really hard to find something nice, since dresses were hand-tailored and not in a style anyone would really emulate today :( maybe a costumer might have something vaguely similar? for earlier in the decade just ask for a regency dress -- it’s not exactly what you want but i think it’s the closest you’ll probably get. since skirts were wider in the 1820s than they were during the regency proper, put a few layers of petticoats underneath to bulk it up a little, i guess. later in the 1820s people were already developing the big gigot sleeves, which tragically i just don’t think you’ll be able to find, since people today are unappreciative of how fantastic they were. for shoes, just ask for slippers. the styles today won’t be exactly exact, but close enough.
so that’s my best bet? i don’t cosplay so idk exactly how people go about finding exactly what they want :/ maybe show some photos of 1820s clothes you like to some cosplayers and ask how they’d go about finding something adequate. i wish i could help more! if any cosplayers have any advice for anon here, please add it on!
#the clothes you asked for#long post#didn't really proofread this since time is an issue but here you go hope i didn't say anything super wrong#anon
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11 Questions... x3
I was tagged by @sharada-n @audaciousanonj and @esmiden in that order
If anyone else tagged me, tag me again because I missed it!
1. Which are your favorite hot and cold drinks?
Cold drinks: Usually either milk or vanilla coke. I also like birch beer, root beer, and peach-cranberry juice, but usually I just stick with the milk and coke.
Hot drinks: TEA. Specifically this nice vanilla black tea that I've cracked the code on preparing in the microwave so it's both hot and very convenient. This is my go-to drink of any type. Also coffee, hot chocolate, matcha, and just various types of teas. I prefer hot drinks over cold.
2. What’s your favorite color scheme/combination?
Usually I kind of default to dark turquoise/cyan and lighter orange/gold. It's the most common gradient map I use when I'm being lazy with coloring and also evident on my main blog's colour scheme. Toss in some red and you're in for a good time. I also really like maroons and pale greens but I don't use it that often.
3. Windows or Apple?
PC FOREVER
4. Do you believe in astrology?
Nah, I do find out kind of funny sometimes since my sign (Capricorn) is such an over-the-top dethawing ice queen in anything relating to “what the signs do when ___” My Smart-People Astrology Sign (my Meyers-Briggs) turns up very similar content. I mean, granted, that runs truer than a hyper happy bubblegum type but it's still a bit boring.
I don't really buy too much into any of that sort of thing.
5. Would you punch me for 10$?
Wait are you paying me to punch you or am I paying you to be punched by me? Either way no.
6. Do you have any guilty pleasures?
HONESTLY in my main online community my guilty pleasure that I hide from the world is being Undertale trash.
To a lesser extent: my guilty pleasure that I hide away from this community is that I’m reality show trash. Specifically one particular reality show. It's 17 years old and Actually Very Good, but no one will ever believe me.
7. What’s your favorite flower?
We grow snapdragons sometimes. They're really neat! Otherwise it's hit or miss with me and flowers. Despite the main blog name that I've been using for like 10 years I've only recently started to kind of like roses. Mostly for the a e s t h e t i c.
8. What would you name your theoretical kids?
I change my mind on this one a lot. I usually like names that aren't common but also could sort of fit in in an old novel. Like Orville or Evander or something like that. I had a list once but I lost it. I also like Emily or Alma.
Some angry part of me wants to name a child November even though I know the awful fate I would be leaving them to by doing it.
In the end I am almost definitely not having kids so the most likely name I'm gonna pull out is naming a pet Papyrus someday.
9. Sweet or savory?
Depends, but I usually go for savory. Sweet drink-savory snack is my go-to.
10. Do you wear socks in bed or nah?
I don't wear socks at all unless it's very, very cold.
11. Could a horse fit through a window?
If you removed the panes from my windows a horse would just barely make it through. Probably needs to be a smaller horse though. It can't be too wide.
1) What’s your favorite holiday?
THIS IS HALLOWEEN THIS IS HALLOWEEN HALLOWEEN HALLOWEEN
But truthfully i haven't been feeling it the last few years. I can't think of any holidays I have.
2) Loose clothes or tight?
As loose as possible. Though I'll take tight underlayer loose overlay.
3) Chrome, Firefox, or Safari?
I had a weird bug a few years back where my computer was constantly freezing up and crashing. I knew it was some sort of graphics issue but the word thing was it never crashed when I was playing a game, which lead to me using Portal 2 and Skyrim as ways of keeping my computer from crashing whenever it was idle, bumping up my times in both games to a ridiculous amount (though I still play both a lot). Turns out it was Firefox causing the crash, but I didn't realize because if I don't have a game open, I always have a browser up.
I had to switch to Chrome at that time and now I'm pretty settled on it. I do miss some aspects of Firefox though.
4) Favorite style of humor?
I love humor that's based around people and their habits. Not necessarily observational and I don't like it to actively mock people, but I like humor that's based around people and their attitudes and interactions, especially if it makes people feel more like characters or caricatures, but not stereotypes. I have a sort of dry sense of humor but that's not really required for this. It's hard to actively explain and I'm blanking on any great examples.
This definitely plays into the previously mentioned guilty pleasure.
5) Fluff or Angst (Reading)?
ANGST. Angst got me into this fandom when I solidified my terrible obsession with this game by reading I'm Feeling Fine, Kid and since then I've read close to every Papyrus-centric angst fic this fandom has put out.
Pretty much any I haven't read yet are in my read later list because I haven't been in the best heavy-angst mood lately.
I always take recs.
6) Fluff or Angst (Writing)?
Writing angst is so much easier for me. I think it's because I have a very introspective style which lends itself better to letting the sadness flow. It usually works out to angst with a side of fluff. But with art and comics, it's a lot less introspective so it ends up being fluff with a side of angst.
7) Do you make -sonas?
I kind of actively dislike making -sonas. It never feels right. I made one when I was about 16 (which I now dislike) and haven't really made one since. I generally just stick with a blob or stick person to represent me. Maybe a seahorse.
8) What are you gonna dress up as for Halloween?
A patient recovering from a cholecystectomy. Maybe one that also has spoopy face paint on and blogs about Undertale.
…I wish I was doing something for Halloween ;;;
9) What are you pickiest about?
Food and fonts. It's the ultimate irony that I fell so far for Undertale.
10) Have you seen my au Name the Fallen and if so what was your favorite part?
Save him Flowey, before he falls too far.
11) Papyrus is cool?
That's not a question. Nothing has ever been less of a question.
1. Favorite literature or movie genre
Hmmm… I really like mystery novels! Other than that, I’m a big fan of dramedies. Anything that mixes comedy or fantasy and feels is great.
2. Top five animated cartoons
This is going to be my knee jerk list and not necessarily accurate. It’s also not in any particular order.
Moana
The Incredibles
Wall-E
Lilo and Stitch
The Princess and the Goblin
3. If you could choose a fantasy land to stay in for the rest of your life, which one would you chose? Ps. You won’t be able to get back to the real world.
I would honestly head down to the Underground and let some monsters try to steal my soul. I think it’s the perfect blend of interesting but also not everything-trying-to-kill-me(-forever).
4. Favorite song at the moment?
Hopes and Dreams played backwards. Also Frozen Pines by Lord Huron and Ground Control by All Time Low and Walk Off The Earth’s cover of Heya
5. What is good design for you?
Oh man, this is a tricky question. I’m actually a designer but I’m very much a master of none. The most important thing in any design is readability and ease of use, though. No point in having a product you can’t use because the A E S T H E T I C is in the way. No point in a document or website you can’t read. No point in a gallery you can’t view. Good design should make things MORE usable, not less. Functionality should ALWAYS be the number one goal.
At the same time black and white helvetica minimalism is boring and terrible for most things. Gimme some COLOR, some LIFE. I don’t care if it’s cheesy or weird or quirky or outdated. I want things with detail and personality.
(Note: you can totally have black and white minimalist helvetica and still hae personality. But I’ll take a “bad” design with some life to it over a mediocre design that follows all the rules)
6. What’s your favorite color scheme/combination?
I am a blue/orange shill, but theres a lot of schemes i like. Usually Cyan + any warm color
7. Which feelings effects you the most in literature/music/film etc.?
Tricky! I actually get the most into films about the connections between people (usually not romantic) or about identity (or loss of identity) and insecurities. I dunno why, they just effect me the most. They just do.
8. Favorite game?
Undertale (2015 Video Game). But also: Portal, Skyrim, the Fallout games, Kingdom Hearts, Bully, 7 Days to Die, The Forest, Friday the 13th, Stardew Valley, Reigns, Alto’s Adventure, Pixel Dungeon, Plague Inc, Life Is Strange, Tabletop Simulator, The Long Dark, What Remains of Edith Finch, Tropico, The Stanley Parable, The Flame in the Flood, Contagion, and The Sims.
I like Games.
9. What’s most important for you in a good movie?
I’ll enjoy any movie with well-concieved characters but the real gold medal goes to anything with post modern reality fuckery and/or magical realism. I like movies about movies or about storytelling. Big Fish, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, The Truman Show, Stranger Than Fiction are some of my favorite movies that sort of adhere to that. Gimme all the post-modern plotlines with likable characters and let me pretend there’s a happy ending. That’s all I’m looking for.
10. What’s your favorite time of the day and why?
Dusk. Everything cools down, the sky turns gorgeous colors, but it’s still not considered weird to go walking around or running errands. It’s just nice!
11. Extra because I’m out of ideas, if you got a painting. What would you want on it? XD
Nice colors and a good subject. Like Papyrus with huge biceps.
Here’s my questions! I’m going to tag the 3 that tagged me if they feel like doing this, plus anyone who wants to do it. Just tag me on the post so I can see!
1. What was your favorite fairy tale growing up?
2. Were you ever traumatized as a child by a movie or TV show?
3. Whats the weirdest dream that you can remember?
4. If you could be or do anything you wanted for a single day, anything at all, what would you be?
5. What is your favorite anecdote?
6. Have you ever painted your nails? If so, what’s your favorite polish/color?
7. What is the scariest thing you aren’t afraid of?
8. Are there any snacks that you like that most people probably haven’t heard of or tried?
9. Have you ever gone stargazing?
10. Tell me about your favorite idea you’ve had, whether it be a story or a game idea or anything else along those lines.
11. Whats your least favorite color?
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“Did Dan get TOO TAN?”
(Sept 19th 2017 Dan liveshow timestamps)
0:03 After an awkward pause and salute: “Hello cyber friends” (instant regret and reflection)
0:29 (Dear god, don’t grab your laptop by the screen like that Dan.)
0:44 Grimace #1
1:06 No Dan, you do not look *atol* different. That tweet, title and pic are all just clickbait.
1:10 (Bronze my ass.)
1:19 Hitting us with that meme.
1:25 (Didn’t need to be in your face thanks. Teasing angles?)
1:36 “Never say Trumpy ever again, in any circumstance.”
1:45 Lovely pores and freckles.
2:00 Obviously everyone subscribes to YouTubers for their freckle content.
2:30 Livestreams are “a mistake” because of the chat clinging on to one thing and spamming it.
2:40 No probing or questioning at airport, big grin.
3:01 “The broadband is terrible but the 4G is great.” Okay…
3:17 “The toasty Dan experience”, orangish filter.
3:26 Double rhyme: “I guess that’s a rhyme, yeah that’s fine” (okay it’s a slant rhyme)
3:47 “Buttered crumpet Daniel.”
4:02 “Went to an island in the Mediterranean.” (This is exactly the answer I expected and quite frankly the only one he should give.)
4:09 “Literally did nothing for about six days, it was great.”
4:15 ‘I am Pilgrim’ book recommended by his mum.
4:30 Tricked into reading 900 page book.
5:00 Holiday was incredibly relaxing.
5:10 “Ordeal” getting there, delayed flight, three hours “traumatizing”
5:22 “Haha long boye” “literally, shins driving into my chest, bleeding” alright hyperbolic humor Dan. “Tough.”
5:38 “Violated” on flight by guy’s elbows, “no respect for personal space”, “fully leaning into me”, “didn’t even care”, “honestly an icon for all of us.” (Was it Phil?)
6:03 3 am, old driver, mini bus, cliff roads, did pre-ritual preparing for death.
7:00 “So much yogurt”, doesn’t know why.
7:05 “Assaggetti” tweet, we can shame him, “has the worst sense of humor in the world”, check it out and unsubscribe, doesn’t remember the language (Italian), apologizes, “constantly problematic”.
7:55 “Got that D from the S up above” (vitamin D, or Phil…)
8:16 Phil came on the holiday in case anyone didn’t know.
8:18 “He went from like glass to pale ivory, which is good”, “Phil is someome who erupts in freckles whenever he goes outside, so it’s hard to tell if he tans or if your eyes are just kinda like drawing the dots between the space all the freckles are, if you know what I’m saying.” (Wow, I… I’d like to think you mean what I know, but I’m not sure. Wow.)
8:37 Someone in the chat: “Nice Ursa Major on that cheek boy”. Turn, pose, laugh.
8:41 “The Bigger Dipper of my self esteem.”
8:53 Good day: watched Bake Off and answered emails, “thrilling”.
9:13 Tumblr likes, fan art, “beautiful to celebrate the great people.”
9:43 “The internet is not here”, laughs, sighs, apologizes.
9:55 Some peer pressure advice.
10:25 Had to check what his video title is.
10:35 I don’t know why he bothers to ask if we watched either.
10:55 Accept that he does things by his British calendar.
11:11 Why he didn’t he talk about uni stories when it was happening. Ashamed? Yeah, processing turmoil at the time.
11:55 Now shares traumatizing, terrifying, shameful, embarrassing stories straight away.
12:15 Rowing club guy AU… (not what I was thinking)
12:46 Laundry story: Phil was nice, Dan didn’t ask, *literally* ordered a cab, turned up with suitcase, Phil assumed he dropped out and was moving in, “I’ve had a day and I’m going to wash my socks in your washing machine.”
13:13 “If you struggle to function as a person-” (I really wish he had finished this sentence)
13:15 Asda sponsor for crying in the cheese aisle?
13:23 Pasta burn shaming (were you just never in the kitchen with your mum Dan?)
13:36 Dropping laptop so much recently.
14:00 Never taught cooking, laundry, accounting.
14:18 “No one told me shit!” (in Dan’s face again).
14:33 “What happens when I’m 23?! How do I do a tax?!”
14:54 It was ravioli (pretty sure the instructions mentioned water Dan…)
15:15 Thick as in stupid, not thicc fat booty.
15:30 “Look Fatima, we all have different life experiences, okay?” (lol)
15:36 “Ravioli ravioli, give me the death I deserveioli.” Relates.
15:45 Rihanna livestream, forehead fetishist? Wouldn’t mind if anyone leaves for that.
16:08 Not up on BTS, DNA.
16:33 Shames Eden for “let me see that pastussy” comment, “leave.”
16:45 “Love on the Brain”. He really loves Rihanna, amazing, blessing, doesn’t give a shit, casual, informal, etc. “Bitch Better Have My Money.”
17:25 Is sure BTS video with be “pure and beautiful”, expects “softly applied eyeshadow and very fluffy hair”, he’s sure he’ll enjoy.
17:38 Maybe new gaming video/livestream tomorrow.
17:45 Overcooked, ironic kitchen fire, foreshadowing.
18:08 Wasn’t sure if he should get into Chinese guy story again, but he has to.
18:13 Deep breath: “It was 4 am, I’d been you know, well hydrated that evening, but I decided I needed another drink” go into the kitchen, everyone else was asleep, guy had a whole chicken, with neck and feet, fine but surprising, tiniest pair of white y-fronts, hacked head off and made eye contact, just couldn’t, usually would awaken some kink in him…
19:39 Pool pic, shout out to friend, no consent, relaxing, absorbing sun like a lizard, *basking*, fell asleep, lucky it was a pool and he didn’t drift out to sea, sun stroke vid reference, “the bad tan”.
21:08 People saying “trying to be cute”, the double chins (really?!)
21:21 The least Dan-like photo.
21:33 Thought it would ruin his Instagram aesthetic.
22:10 Lack of other content: relaxing, reading,
22:24 Took a couple other photos, sunset selfie, “no one’s going to take a photo of me” (what the hell happened to your personal photographer?) but then people came (please post, please!)
23:40 Bake off is his life, “Noel Feilding is a national treasure”, caramel was torture while hungry, faves are Liam and not!Val (what did he whisper about Liam? Really wanted him to be…?)
24:30 *Maybe* Halloween Baking, they don’t think that far ahead about anything.
24:48 Phil’s role in Dan’s video, mugging scene took nine takes, afraid to punch him. Outtakes please!
26:03 (grimace #2) “Hello Grandma, my name is Daniel, I’m a wholesome person, that’s a very great influence”
26:16 Wachowski films
26:23 Dan floating in donut plushies would be very challenging.
26:33 Dan flips a bit at the idea that’s it’s weird to like people who don’t know who you are. Uses Ed Sheeran as example.
26:55 Scrolls past person who said they feel better when they have a dream about Dan and Phil.
27:17 Cared more about YouTube than university socializing and class, Pom Bear Massacre reference, made Tumblr account.
29:09 Chapped lips, season changed the moment he stepped off the plane.
29:42 “Okay Universe, I know I can be a bit of a downer, sometimes.”
29:51 Haley Barry Storm powers
30:08 Yes the furry blanket comes out, polyester, sad pimp, Marks & Spencer.
31:06 Ready for everything seasonal, autumnal Yankee Candle range, not haute, but fun themes.
31:31 Frisbee laptop across the room on to the bed, missed.
31:46 Candle haul, yes it is content we need right now!
32:26 Furry invasion on Splatoon, scaley, yiffing proposition, “this is a family game”, not shaming just concerned for kids, though it is hentai-esque…
33:27 Sonic: 2010 reminiscing, formatting of boxes.
34:04 Was stupid side kick, Phil being good, Dan trying to be helpful, actual just a cheerleader, Phil was disgusting, doesn’t know if Phil even knew what he was saying (of course he did).
34:38 Didn’t know uni vid was trending
34:52 Reflection (I think that’s the piano nook)
35:00 Weird because of swearing, someone at YT didn’t watch the vid, “Ah, keep doing that, don’t watch my videos, just know that I’m a good person…”
35:25 “I make great friendly content.” (grimace #3)
35:30 Explains why trending isn’t automatic. Yes, think of the children.
36:05 “But hey, I’m not bad, everything’s fine”.
36:45 “People of all genders do and don’t wear makeup”.
37:10 (I’m pretty sure that the no candles with birds is because of the fumes.)
37:25 What is with the nose touching when confirming Spooky Week? “Next video (nose touch) soon, don’t worry”…?
38:28 “Fans of everything are annoying, that’s just what happens when people are enthusiastic about stuff.”
39:19 Dan doesn’t get annoyed by different fandoms. Says more about the people being annoyed, part of their own insecurity, their lack of community, togetherness, celebration, shared experiences, jealous or sad, or maybe everyone just everyone’s annoying.
39:56 Dream Daddy: so dangerous saying Dilddy. Dan likes Damien, great taste, immaculate presentation, probably not Dilddy’s romantic soulmate.
40:31 Dan is in like ten fandoms (makes a face).
40:45 Chat: “Will Phil become a furry, what’s your fursona?” Dan: “Is it time to go?”
40:55 Has never thought about it, promises he’ll get on it soon, he knows what the internet wants from him.
41:31 Chat full of fursona suggestions. He’s going to start crying.
41:52 “A llama fucking hell.” “Look at the time.”
42:01 Going to go into a (not disturbing) hole later looking into axoltl fur suits.
42:24 Elf on a shelf meme, was going to post a Dan one, “old meme!” (Still don’t need to be up in your face Daniel.)
43:27 Really wants to go see IT, needs to see Mother.
44:04 Shut up! American Horror Story, makes him happy. Loves Sarah Paulson (is his life), feels represented by a lesbian with anxiety. Evan Peters is great, looks gross, or great depending.
45:25 His fursona should be a big bear, I agree. What a reaction.
45:46 Left comb on holiday, looks like a bush.
46:13 (grimace #4 at group chat names.)
46:20 “What is wrong with all of you?”
46:22 Glosses over diet ask. Indeed.
46:26 “Don’t call me Uncle Dan when we’re talking about fursonas.”
46:36 “If you live in Australia vote for marriage equality, we don’t need to have this conversation.” “Come on, come on Australia, sort your shit out.”
47:03 Going to “innocently Google things that are fine”.
47:22 “Me and Phil would love to come to Russia”.
47:27 Limitations of TATINOF.
47:44 Watch uni vid: “Don’t take it too seriously. Remember that most of the time I’m just trying to be funny, and if you ever want like my real feelings or opinions, just think about whatever the opposite of what I’m saying is, and that’s usually how to get to the sincere heart of whatever Dan’s talking about.”
48:13 “Stay calm, ask some senpais for some life advice and think carefully about what your fursona should be.”
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ALL THE AUTUMN ADKS GURL
Autumn: What’s your favorite thing about Autumn?
the brisk turn in the air, crunchy leaves, drinking warm drinks, cuddling, the fashion!!!!, i can’t pick!!
Apples: What’s your favorite type of apple?
granny smith for life bro but lately i’ve been having fiji apples for breakfast and that’s chill
Apple Cider: What’s your favorite seasonal drink?
HONESTLY i love drinking hot apple cider through a cinnamon stick, it’s a family tradition but it’s more for around christmas. for fall i love coffee bean and tea leaf’s pecan latte but there are no cbtls around campus :( so i’ll settle for the bistro’s cinn-full latte :)
Apple picking: if you could go anywhere, where would it be and why?
rn, i’d really like to visit my brother in pittsburgh! i miss him :(
Big sweaters: do you prefer the cold, warmth, or a perfect in-between?
the cold holy fuck no contest at all
Bonfires: Do you prefer going out or staying in on a fall evening?
depends on the type of evening! if it’s a brisk kind of cold, i love to go out. but if it’s rainy and i’m sleepy and haven’t been having time to read much, i’m staying in, no question.
Boots: Favorite pair of shoes/boots you own?
i love my black booties! they’re lace-up with a really cool velcro buckle and spikes on the ankles, plus they’re wedges. they are My Party Shoes and YES i almost broke my neck in them last satruday and YES it took three people to get them off of me that night HOWEVER they are so worth it they’re adorable and i never used to wear them in high school??? why??? !!!!
Black friday: what is one thing, if anything, you would sell your soul to own?
honestly nothing lmao i can’t think of anything i want that badly…
Candles: What’s your favorite fall scent?
i love every fall scent tbh i’m such a sucker, but i LOVE the smell of campfires, and applecider, and that fake pumpkin-spicy smell, but my absolute favorite is the smell of cold rain on cement, how it’s kind of almost cinnamony at first and then it mellows out and smells so clean and cold and it makes your hands a little chilly and i just can’t stop smiling when i open my window and that smell drifts in!!! (and then my roommate yells at me lol)
Caramel Apples: Favorite Halloween candy?
uhhhh fucking kit kats (still salty about that one time @samfloras fuckin ATE ALL OF MY KIT KATS BUT W/E) or honestly peanutbutter m&ms!! OH SHIT NO fuckin crunch bars. yes. bless those things i only ever eat them around halloween.
Cozy blankets: where do you feel the most safe and at home?
probably my living room back home, i used to always curl up on the couch where there’s the most light with a book and a blanket and just exist knowing my family was somewhere close, and i could look out the window and see the world outside. by the time i left for college i slept out there more than i did in my own bed tbh. at college tho, i definitely feel happiest in the hall lounge (my hall is so codependent and cute i love us) b/c there’s always someone to talk to or cuddle with or just exist with, too. so it’s kind of the same deal as what i needed back home.
Chilly air: what’s your least favorite and favorite type of weather?
least favorite - humid heat
favorite type - brisk but with clear skies
corn mazes: do you have any secret talents/abilities?
i’m fucking bomb at balancing trays in the dining hall and also blocking out how the foot tastes???
Fairs: Have you ever been to a state fair? How was it?
i Have Not :(
Flannel: How many blankets do you sleep with in the fall/winter?
as many as possible! but usually three-ish (one sheet, one blanket, and a comforter)!
Falling leaves: you’re stranded on a desert island and here’s the twist; what three things do you NOT bring with you?
1) a hairbrush
2) an umbrella
3) jeans
Fuzzy Socks: How do you spend a night in in the fall?
quietly and with lots of tea and music and coziness, preferably
Halloween: Do you plan on going out for Halloween this year? And as what?
uhhh hell yeah my school has a pretty small party scene but apparently we go ham for halloween?? i have no idea yet, but probably a basic witch (aka dressing up witchy but also ~basic~ and carrying around starbucks??)
Haunted houses: what’s your scariest memory? (if you don’t have one/ don’t want to talk about it, what’s your biggest fear?)
my biggest fear is spiders or anything crawling inside me tbh
Hay rides: if you could pick absolutely anything to be your form of transportation, what would it be?
BEAM ME UP SCOTTY
Hot Chocolate: How do you make/order your hot chocolate?
honestly i love nestle’s hot chocolate mix even though it is Tasteless AF but hey
Holding hands: do you believe in soulmates?
i believe there are people in our lives that we are meant to meet for some reason, but i don’t believe there is only One Person Out There who’s the Only Person You Need, bc that’s kind of :////
Hot tea: when was the last time you kissed someone (if you haven’t had your first kiss, who would you like that first someone to be?)
uhhhhhhh augustish i think???
Leaves: What’s your favorite color the leaves turn?
red!!!
Mini pumpkins: How do you decorate for fall/Halloween?
as much as i can! i love cute candles and fake leaves and lights and spooky decorations
Pumpkin: Do you carve a pumpkin for Halloween?
usually! my hall is gonna have a pumpkin-carving event bc of fucking course we are, probably someone’s gonna chop their hand of tho
Pumpkin Spice: Is pumpkin spice worth the hype?
absolutely not
Pumpkin Pie: What’s your favorite autumnal dessert?
pumpkin pie!
Rain: How do you spend a rainy day in?
reading, listening to music, drinking a hot beverage and looking at the rain, splashing in puddles, cuddling up with a fantastic blanket, pointing at the windows and yelling “look at the rain” at whoever will pay attention to me
Sweaters: What’s your favorite sweater?
this one i just bought like last weekend!! it was a very hungover purchase tbh!! but it’s gray/white/maroon and it has a hood and it’s HUGE like 3 sizes too big and i wear it as a dress and it’s so cute and honestly it’s the softest thing ever on the inside
Scarves: What’s your favorite album to listen to in the fall?
anything by the 1975, anything by wolf alice, anything by keaton henson, screentime by addie pray - i have The Chillest autumn playlist on spotify tbh
Scarves: if you could only wear one outfit for the rest of your life what would it be?
what i wore last saturday! the black booties i’m obsessed with + these high-waisted leggings from torrid that lace up the backs of the calves + this criss-crossy bralette + this sheer long-sleeved shimmery black shirt…… i looked fucking bomb thanks
Smelly candles: what’s your absolute favorite scent?
lavender bc it has so many tender memories attached to it, my grandmother’s perfume (bluegrass), the lotion my step-dad rubs my mom’s hands with every night - i could never pick between those tbh
Thanksgiving: what is something/someone you’re the most thankful for? any particular reason?
i’m so thankful for my family (which of course includes friends) bc they’re everything good in me and my inspiration
The color orange: do you have a specific song that reminds you of autumn? what is it?
“somebody else” by the 1975, (for late cold tired nights) “email” by addie pray, (for studying in a coffeeshop), “10 am Gare du Nor” by keaton henson (for when it’s rainy and sad out and you’re feelin it), and “feel right” by esme patterson” (for brisk days and brisker walks)
Wool socks: what’s something you look forward to in fall?
the weather officially changing and seeing it on campus!! getting apple cider at the bistro!! family weekend!! going home for thanksgiving, letting everyone know how much they mean to me, finishing my damn scarf
Windy nights:if you could go to any concert whose would it be?
WOLF ALICE i’m SO MAD they played in LA over the summer AND I MISSED IT and now they’re playing in hollywood AT THE AMEOBA!!! AND I’M GOING TO MISS IT AGAIN!! AAAAAAA it’s not like they’re lowkey one of my favorite bands that NEVER are in the united states ever lmao !!! :(((((((
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I FOUND SOME FLUFF FOR YOU GUYS
Dug this out of my old chatlogs with @egoldtist
i think they and i both did a tiny bit of drawings for this one too
here is 50′s au:
sofa: its just the jli as a weird vaguely incompetent 50s biker gang who try to cause A Ruckus but more often than not they just band together to drive out neighborhood threats
sofa: in any period au ted totally kind of hits on booster as a joke, to like tease him, and boosters like haha yeah right funny
sofa : until the dawning realization takes him
shibe : i love that like.... paradoxically.... the more open and queer-friendly a time period is, the more closeted ted is for some reason
shibe: hahahhaha
sofa : yeah omg
shibe : like, the more likely his flirting jokiness is to be taken seriously, the more cautious he becomes
shibe : i feel like if gayness had a death penalty, ted would be running around playing gay chicken like HA HA
sofa : HONESTLY
shibe : what a strange chubby man
sofa : true but i love him
shibe : i'm just imagining biker ted's bike
shibe : which he clearly calls the bug
sofa : oh absolutely
sofa : he probably builds in a side car later
shibe : ahhhhhhh
sofa : because as is soon very apparent, booster should be no where near bikes
shibe : the sidecar is dubbed "skeets"
shibe : because its squeaks
sofa : YES
shibe : booster trying to look intimidating in that sidecare tho
shibe : big goggles and all
shibe : they pull up alongside a convertible and booster has to look UP to stare the driver down
sofa : hes pretty sour about it
shibe : he looks great when they're in the pool hall. he's got a nice leather jacket. he's tall. he's' buff
shibe : but then you follow him out to the parking lot and he hops into that sidecar
sofa : its all over
sofa : he tries to do something to prove hes intimidating which is mostly ted driving around while booster smashes what he can from his sidecar
shibe : with a crowbar
sofa : they knock an old lady's mailbox over but she catches them and theyre like OH SHIT
shibe : DRIVE TED DRIVE
sofa : she catches them and in order to avoid prison time they get stuck using up their whole afternoon fixing it for her
shibe : but they do genuinely feel pretty bad
sofa : true
sofa : they repaint it and everything
sofa : it looks pretty bad but they tried
shibe : bea and tora ride by to just... watch and shake their heads
sofa : honestly
sofa : even guy gets in on it
sofa : just to make fun of them
shibe : guy's the asshole that drives through a mud puddle nearby to get it all over them
sofa : guy better be careful that old lady'll get him too
shibe : are you kidding, he petsits her cats every summer
shibe : (no one knows)
sofa : no one can EVER know
shibe : i'm sure they all go to the ice cream parlor and dance at sock hops
sofa : oh man absolutely
sofa : only about 3 of them can actually dance everyone else is pretty bad
shibe : ted's an amazing dancer for sure
sofa : booster can probably lift up whoever hes dancing with
sofa : ohhh yes absolutely
shibe : BOOSTER AND TED DOING THE JITTERBUG
sofa : YES
shibe : booster being like man, ted, you ever get jealous that the chicks get to wear those poofy petticoats and poodle skirts?
shibe : ted's like whatt
shibe : "ahahhaha no nothing never mind"
sofa : yessss omfg
shibe : he totally has never been caught wearing michelle's when no one's home
shibe : it's not even a sexual thing, he just loves skirts and dresses
sofa : absolutely
sofa : they just look so GOOD its not FAIR
shibe : they're so SWISHY and POOFY and fun
sofa : theyre probably not as hot either
shibe : than leather? hahahhahah for sure
sofa : ted probably thinks about what he said later like
sofa : its not like he'd look BAD in them- ok wait nO
shibe : buys booster a jacket with a poodle on the back of it
shibe : like here
sofa : BOOSTER LOVES IT
sofa : he looks so happy about it
shibe : BEA COME LOOK AT MY JACKET
sofa : even though he cant wear it out much
shibe : tora tora toraaaaaaaaaaa look at this jacket
sofa : ted got it for me
sofa : teds the BEST
shibe : "why does it have a poodle on it booster"
[8 shibe : it's.... an inside joke
sofa : its between us...... 'friends'
shibe : "by 'friends' do you mean guys that make out in the boys bathroom and smoke together during homeroom"
shibe : BEA
sofa : THATS IT BEA
sofa : teds like "what cant two guys just pal around and kiss each other... for laughs.... come on"
shibe : "it's practice bea"
shibe : "we're practicing for junior prom. i'm gonna ask michelle out"
shibe : "NO UR NOT."
shibe : don't you even LOOK at my sister u creep
sofa : that's how ted realizes hes really, really actually gay
sofa : hes like kissing girls compared to kissing booster is not.. its not as good
sofa : fuck
shibe : he's at prom like "oh geeze"
shibe : "i've made a huge mistake"
sofa : hes so alarmed
sofa : on one hand hes trying to figure out how deep in denial he can be and on the other its like
sofa : what about booster
sofa : does booster like kissing girls more than kissing me
shibe : oh noooooooooooooooooooooo
shibe : booster's across the room slow-dancing with bea and sticks his tongue out at ted
sofa : ted just tries to act natural but hes totally thinking of asking booster to slow dance in private later
shibe : he's like "okay do i come up with an excuse or do i just ask him for real"
shibe : truthfully booster doesn't think kissing ted is like.... a huge amount better than kissing girls. it's just better with ted because ted is fun and good with mechanics and gets it when booster is complaining about guy stuff
shibe : but then when he considers that dating a girl would mean not kissing ted anymore he's like ........nah i'm good
sofa : no thanks
shibe : i'm dying, just think of bea/tora making a deal with booster/ted to be each other's beards
sofa : OHHH H YES
shibe : they even stage a fake pregnancy scare one time so that eveyrone thinks they're a totally sexually active teen het romance
sofa : the challenge is to not act too outrageous while theyre on 'dates' because ted will start cracking up at any stupid thing booster tries while 'dating' bea
sofa : OHH MY GOD U KIDS
shibe : bea's like "i dunno" but then tora points out that it basically means they get to go on dates for free b/c the guys have to foot the bill
sofa : it leads to extremely cheap dates
sofa : but extremely cheap dates they still don't have to pay for
shibe : i'm trying to imagine ted and booster like.... slow-dancing outside the gymnasium by the dumpster, with earth angel playing tinnily from the door
shibe : cry
sofa : ohhhh no that's too cute
shibe : michelle like... keeping watch on the steps, smiling fondly
sofa : shes very proud of her brother but also: his tastes
sofa : because despite the gang stuff teds obviously still a nerd
shibe : the sheer relief that ted doesn't want to date her for real
sofa : HONESTLY
sofa : im dying purely in thought of all the gestures booster must do that counts as "look we're going steady" but no one will like go out of their way to ask them about
sofa : like giving ted his jacket
shibe : or his ring
shibe : or his pin
sofa : or carrying his books or something
sofa : YEAH
sofa : TEDS SO FLUSTERED but hes gotta keep it cool
shibe : guy thoroughly beating the shit out of anyone that laughs about them behind their backs
sofa : its enough to scare ppl into backing off at least
sofa : guy def still teases them all the damn time tho
shibe : oh totally
shibe : but like, no one else gets to
shibe : guy cracks a joke at their expense and someone in earshot laughs
shibe : and guy just spins around like YOU WANT SOME
sofa : i bet all of them get detention together too
sofa : that's usually when they collaborate with what they have to cover up at least like, 3 of guys worst cuts, and also to fuck around and copy off of ted's homework
shibe : i love that ted is like... a nerdy biker delinquent
shibe : how charming
sofa : YEAH
sofa : ppl are like, hes a bright charming young man, but hes such a trouble maker
sofa : shaking their heads
shibe : FOR HALLOWEEN
shibe : for halloween
shibe : booster dresses in drag and finally finally gets to wear his poodleskirt
shibe : it's the only acceptable time
sofa : YES
sofa : ppl think its a joke and he plays it off as much
shibe : oh for sure
shibe : but inside, he's glowing
shibe michelle plays along and goes as a greaser
sofa : but he keeps shooting these sneaky glances @ ted and ted has to shove him like CMON
shibe : "get it, we're twins, we did a set"
sofa : yesss yes omg
shibe : and at the halloween dance booster finally gets to dance in his poodle skirt
shibe : and he looks amaaaazing
sofa : ted is on fire like. the whole time
sofa : drags booster out back like I NEED TO TALK TO YOU
sofa : (there is 0 actual talking)
shibe : ahahhahhahahha
shibe : yesssss
shibe : it's like, legitimately the best day of booster's life. and that includes the time he made the varsity football team
sofa : yes absolutely
sofa : boosters probably just really glad hes got so much goin for him
sofa : like the varsity team, and a group of people who genuinely like him, and also ted
shibe : and a sister that's really helpful and supportive when she's not teasing him mercilessly
sofa : yes
sofa : auuug h h i just realized booster must have the stupid football jacket too damn it
shibe : ahhahahhahhahahhahahh ayes eysyesyesyesyesyes
sofa : im also thinkin like....... what if...... ted needs glasses... like those really thick ones
sofa : he doesn't wear them unless hes working on something REALLY important but he still def needs them
shibe : ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
shibe : big old coke glasses
shibe : booster reading menus aloud for ted
sofa : yessss omg
sofa : ted also coming over to fix anything that breaks in the carter family house because he knows they cant really afford to hire anybody
shibe : ah oh noooooooooooooo
shibe : booster and michelle working a bunch of jobs to help their mom
sofa : y es omg
sofa : assuming of course teds family is still rich he probably like goes to... any number of their jobs and tips them with like. all his pocket change
sofa : booster keeps telling him not to but he keeps doing it
shibe : booster behind the counter of a soda-jerk place
shibe : and ted's like, yes, i would like to make a special order
shibe : "we don't do substitutions ted. i've told you this. repeatedly"
shibe : not even forrrrrrr twenty bucks??????
shibe : *sides bill over
shibe : ..... i'll go crush up some candy bars and put them in your milkshake. you're the worst
sofa : TED OMG
sofa : hes just there eating it
sofa : completely satisfied with himself
shibe : GOING TO THE DRIVE IN THEATER
sofa : OOHHH BOY
sofa : almost getting kicked out of the drive in theater
sofa : because theyre actually super obnoxious
shibe : tora working as a waitress at a drive in burger place with rollar skates
sofa : yesss yess omg
sofa : i bet tora like
sofa : puts special patches or something on everyones jacket
sofa : just so everyone knows theyre all apart of the gang, together
shibe : oh man of course
shibe : MAYBE TORA
shibe : embroidered the poodle for booster's jacket
shibe : at ted's request
sofa : OHHH YESSSSSSSSS
sofa : the exact moment tora figured out ted was sweet on booster
sofa : one step ahead of the game
shibe : when she gave it to ted, she was like "good luck ted"
shibe : he was like ????? thanks?
sofa : totally went off to gossip abt it with bea and beas just like yessss
sofa : i knew it
shibe : WELL THEY KEEP EXPERIMENTING IN THE BATHROOMS
shibe : it seems obvious in retrospect
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shibe: do u wanna talk about 50's au
shibe: b/c
shibe: i had a heartbreaking idea
[8/24/2015 9:26:22 PM] couch seat hands: oh my god absolutely yes
shibe: OK SO
shibe: i was thinking about ted going to the dance with michelle
shibe: and i'm like first of all how did she say yes, and was it even his idea
shibe: and i realized like....
shibe: booster got a date with bea first. and then ted was like "well have fun buddy"
shibe: and booster was like NO ur coming too, and ted is like i don't have a date???? and tora's going with guy
shibe: so BOOSTER was like u need to ask michelle
shibe: and ted was like hahahha yeah, she'll never say yes in a million years
shibe: and booster's like no, dude trust me
shibe: she'll say yes
shibe: so the next day, he asks michelle and she does say yes??????
shibe: which is awesome but confusing, but really cool
shibe: but then all of the next few weeks leading up to the dance, booster is working tons of extra hours
shibe: and he tells ted it's cool and whatever, but he's looking really really tired and he keeps falling asleep in class b/c he's working late night shifts at the general store
shibe: and long story short, booster's working extra hours so he can pay for michelle to buy a really nice dress and get her hair/makeup done at a salon, which is how he got her to say yes to ted
shibe: and now ted's guilty cuz he's there with michelle and it's not like he imagined it would be at all, but booster worked so hard just so he could go with a girl
sofa: AAAAHHH OH MY GOD
sofa: this KILLS THE MAN
shibe: i'm awful
sofa: u gotta tell me they save a dance for each other
sofa: like 1 at least
shibe: this is the one where they dance back behind the gym so yeah, totally
sofa: OoHHh right
sofa: yesss
shibe: but michelle looks so gorgeous, she is the most beautiful girl there
shibe: and ted still wants booster instead
sofa: aaGGHH
sofa: to be fair the carter twins are probably the most beautiful sibs in school
sofa: but gOD TED
shibe: booster and michelle do a dance together, as siblings, obvs
sofa: yesss
shibe: and then ted's like "can i cut in" and booster's like "oh, sure, ted" and ted's like "... n o can we go talk... outside"
sofa: OHHH
sofa: i am lovin this as a good opportunity to be like so u know how we kissed each other for practice? Well,
sofa: Bc those are the type of scenarios that keep me young
shibe: and michelle followed them and booster's like "NO SHHHhhhhhhhhhhh" and michelle is like
shibe: plz
shibe: we're trwins
shibe: no secrets
shibe: i know all
shibe: just like u know that i'm not a virgin
sofa: DANG MICHELLE
sofa: Michelle and booster are probably like.... the two kids u would least expect to be messing around and generally being delinquents, Bc they look like fuckin hallmark kids and also one of them is a cheerleader and a football star
sofa: but here they are
shibe: they fight tooth and nail for that popularity, hahahha
shibe: michelle with grooming and social ladders, booster with sports and working five different odd jobs
sofa: i imagine any time booster like... fucks up or breaks something at work teds always like I'll cover it don't worry
sofa: cuz obviously he's got the rich kid perks, and spending his money that way pisses off his folks
sofa: booster keeps telling him to cut it out b4 he gets cut off or something
shibe: honestly, i wonder how they started smooching in the first place
shibe: like, given the setting and all
shibe: for the 50's au, i mean
sofa: well i mean i figure it was probably like a "have you ever kissed a girl" "not really.. you?" and they agreed that if they did it strictly for practicing only, at first, it wouldn't be gay
sofa: and then it was
shibe: something like, if it doesn't kiss when you kiss a family member, it doesn't kiss when you kiss a bro
shibe: and also all the anti-homosexual propaganda usually had to do with pedophiles so
shibe: maybe they were just like "well it's nothign like that so"
sofa: ahhh truuu
shibe: oh nooooo
shibe: ted being like "holy shit i'm the worst pervert, NO ONE IS SAFE"
sofa: NOO OMG
sofa: how would booster even sort himself thru it omg
sofa: OR TORA AND BEA FOR THAT MATTER TOO
shibe: i feel like tora and bea get a pass b/c there were totally like
shibe: dime novels about lesbians and shit
shibe: i bet booster would like
shibe: go digging through his history books
shibe: and come back to ted with a long list of non-straight people
shibe: and be like "look, this is so normal, you can still be an awesome inventor when you grow up"
sofa: boOSTER
sofa: GOOOOSH
shibe: but at the same time, being like "if you want to keep this totally under wraps, we can do it. i'm so willing to do that for you"
sofa: i m gonna die holy shit
sofa: ted probably agrees with it because obviously its safer to lie low but hes also totally lousy with guilt
shibe: which is funny, b/c booster doesn't feel bad about it at all?
shibe: he spends tons of time pretending he's not poor as shit
shibe: what's one more charade on the pile
sofa: covers face
sofa: booster gold has fucking. ruined my life
shibe: he's such a sweet kind, innocent, vain asshole
shibe: protect him, universe, just as he protects u
sofa: HONESTLY
sofa: HES FULL OF HIMSELF BUT LIKE.. WHAT ELSE CAN HE DO AT THAT POINT
sofa: pls. what else Does He Have
shibe: ted must have an awful family
shibe: like, a gross dad that wants him to go into business and a sad drugged out housewife ma
sofa: ur probably right
shibe: ted probably lives in a big house
shibe: and booster throws rocks at his window and ted is like I'M ON THE FIRST FLOOR PLZ STOP
sofa: OMG YES
sofa: consistently tries to get ted to sneak out with him in the middle of the night
shibe: he's always getting off work at night and dying to go out for a shake or something
shibe: he's one of those people that gets wired and giddy when they're tired
sofa: absolutely omfg
sofa: those are probably his moments of pranking ingenious
shibe: they put green dye in bea's shampoo
shibe: but then she likes it so much she keeps doing it
shibe: prank failed
sofa: they still try to take credit for it tho later on
sofa: like
sofa: yeah ur welcome
shibe: people giving bea shit for being a "spic" and everyone like JUMPING IN TO FIGHT LIKE HEY
shibe: even tora
shibe: tora straight up pulls a girl's hair out
sofa: OOOHH YES
sofa: tora is very nice, and sweet and polite, but she can be fuckin brutal if need be
sofa: that's why the gang loves her
shibe: they all have polaroids of each other with black eyes and huge grins
sofa: ahhh yes yes yesss omfg
#boostle#boostle trash#booster baby#ted dork#WELP HERE IT IS#this is what i offer to you in these trying times
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Your name, please? Stephanie. Are you heartbroken right now? My heart is still... sad. If so, how long have you been heartbroken? It’s not just in the romantic sense. It’s that, but it’s also just cause of life and things that have happened. Things and people I’ve lost. Do you like the area you live in? No. Do you ever get complimented on your eyes? What color are they? No. They’re brown.
What facial feature do you like the best on a person? It really just varies depending on the person.
Do you like to be called baby? No. What is your favorite flower? Roses. When did you last use the restroom? Earlier. How long is your hair? It’s past my butt. Do you have braces? No. Do you have any freckles? Yes. I have some on my cheeks, my nose, and my arms. How many windows does your room have? Just one. Do you have a rug in your room? What color is it? My room is carpet. What is the weirdest animal you’ve ever held? I’ve only held dogs and cats. Do you get extremely hyper when under the influence of sugar? No. It doesn’t affect me. What about caffeine? No I don’t think it affects me at all anymore. <<< Same. I just drink it because I really do like it and it’s just become an addiction habit now. lol. Although, you don’t wanna talk to me before I’d had my cup of coffee in the morning. Have you ever tried any drugs? If so, did you regret it? I’ve only smoked weed. Do you have any pregnant friends? I don’t have any friends. Have you seen anyone lately that you knew but didn’t remember from where? No.
When was the last time you toilet papered or egged someones house? I have never done that and I never would do that. Do you usually dress up for Halloween? Last year was the first time I didn’t dress up. I wasn’t feelin’ it. I’m over that whole thing, honestly. Just give me fall. When ordering food, what do you usually get as a drink? Soda. Put your favorite color and favorite animal. EX: Silver walrus Pastel giraffe. Yes, I grouped colors together but how cool does a pastel giraffe sound? ha. When drawing something, do you try to be super precise or do you not care? I try to be as precise as I can, but I’m no artist by any means. I just try to draw every now and then. It’s been a long time, though. When was the last time you snapped at someone? I get snippy a lot. :/
Does it bug you when people clap with their palms? No? That doesn’t affect me in any way. Have you hugged anyone today? No. How many languages do you know how to say ‘happy birthday’ in? Two. What language would you like to learn that you don’t already know? Swedish. Are you able to take this language at your school? I’m not in school anymore, but no it wasn’t something that was ever offered. Have you ever been into a bar? Yeah. Wasn’t my thing, but I went sometimes with my friend. What ethnicity are you? Mexican and Caucasian. Some Irish and Filipino. How much makeup do you wear? I rarely wear makeup anymore. It’s been awhile.
If you could fly, what kind of wings would you have? Soft, big, pastel colored ones.
Write some lyrics from the song stuck in your head right now. “All you have to do is stay a minute, just take your time, the clock is tickin’ so stay.”
Do you like that song? Yeah. Would you describe yourself as ‘feisty’? No. How corny is High School Musical in your opinion? I was into the whole High School Musical thing, I can admit it. I actually saw them on tour. lol. The songs were catchy, what can I say? Have you actually read Twilight? Yes. What about Harry Potter? Actually, no. I’ve only seen the movies. Out of the two, which is better? I was a big Twihard at the time, something else I can admit. I think it’s pretty cheesy now. I enjoyed the Harry Potter movies as well. Now; though, I’m not super into either one. I’d watch Harry Potter over Twilight, though. Name a member of the Beatles! Ringo Starr. If Elvis Presley was in a hot tub, what would he be drinking? Deep fried ice cream smoothie. <<<< Hahah. I like that. What was the name of your first crush? Phillip. How long ago was that? I was in 3rd grade lol. Do you still know that person? Nope. I never did know him. Can you handle your emotions very well? No. How often do you read books? I go through spurts. There’s times I’m reading several books back to back and then I stop for awhile and repeat. There’s a book I need to finish, actually. I haven’t read in awhile. Are you the jealous type? More envious. Are you the type of person who gets jealous of people’s pasts? Like jealous about the past of someone I’m dating/interested in? I don’t really understand that. I get people have a past before me. I really can’t say anything at my age now, especially. I’ll be twenty-eight soon. As long as they’re not still talking/seeing someone or caught up with their ex, then I don’t care. All I care about is the present time with me and the other person.
Have you ever gotten an ear infection from riding an airplane? No. When was the last time you witnessed someone throw up? I don’t know.
When was the last time YOU threw up? Four years ago. Do you know anyone who faints at the sight of blood? No. I get squeamish and a little light headed, but I don’t faint. Can you do any ‘magic’ tricks? I actually knew some card tricks when I was a kid. I was into that stuff for a bit. Do you know how to play Checkers? Yeah. It’s easy. Chess, on the other hand, is one I never really caught on to. I didn’t really care enough to really try and learn. What clubs are you in at school? I’m no longer in school. I was in the psych club while I attended community college. What do you fear most in this world? Losing my loved ones. What do your siblings fear most in this world? I’m not sure. Is Taylor more of a boy’s name or a girl’s name? It can be both. What about Dylan? I typically think of a guy when I hear that name, but there’s a female news anchor on the Today Show named Dylan. What colors are the eyes of your family members? My dad’s eyes are blue. My mom, both of my brothers, and I have brown eyes. Are you related to anyone with red hair? Yeah, my cousin on my dad’s side is a natural red head. Do you know anyone with super super green eyes? No. What color was your hair when you were little? My natural hair color is dark brown. What color is it now? I dye it red. Were you a chubby baby? Yes. What is your favorite mythical creature? Fairies. Do you know anyone with a mullet? No. What is your favorite fruit? Bananas. Do you always feel like you have to be the best? No. I’ve never felt that way. Are you looking forward to summer? Nooooo. It’s already summer, and I dread it every year. Are you wearing socks right now or are you barefoot? I’m wearing socks.
What’s on your favorite necklace? I don’t have a favorite necklace. How many hours of sleep did you get last night? Seven. Which is better: gingerbread or butterscotch? Butterscotch. I don’t like gingerbread. Caramel or peanut butter? Peanut butter. Nutella or chocolate? Chocolate. I don’t like Nutella *gasp* Do you own an iPad? No. I use my mom’s sometimes. How hard is it for you to get out of bed in the morning? I never really want to, but that cup of coffee gets me out eventually. How many books are in the current room you’re in? A lot. Do you keep a sketchpad in your room? No. Is there anything you do right before you go to sleep? Drink a glass of water and pray. How much money is currently in your wallet? None. Do you get an allowance? No. I’m old. Do you usually have sweet dreams or nightmares? I rarely dream at all. How has the weather been lately? H o t.
When was the last earthquake you felt? I’ve never felt one.
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Have you ever had a really bad haircut? Not really... and that is partially because I don’t give much of a fuck about my hair because it grows fast. Did you ever order any clothes from the Alloy catalogue? I’ve gotten shoes from Alloy. I loved flipping through the Alloy catalog. What brand, color, and type is your favorite eyeliner? I like sephora’s waterproof felt tip liner. Do you wear eyeliner? When I’m not feeling lazy af. Was there ever a time in your life when you couldn’t cry? No.
What’s your favorite type of yogurt? Fage plain greek yogurt with some red raspberry preserves. What posters did you have on your wall as a teenager? None. What are your favorite type of calendars? I don’t have a favorite type I guess. Do you have a full-length mirror? Yes. When was the last time you bought stamps? A year or two ago.
Do you have any overdue library books right now? No. How often do you do laundry? Whenever I run out of underwear. Do you have a piggy bank? I have a big ol’ jar. Do you remember your locker combinations from high school? I didn’t have a combo. What’s your favorite DIY crafts youtube channel? None. Could you spend hours on pinterest? Not hours... but like 30-45 minutes depending on what I’m looking for. Do you own plaid pants? No. Have you ever had to wear a school uniform? No. What was your high school’s mascot? Dolphin. What were your high school’s team colors? Green and white. Who were your best friends in high school? Sammyann (still by best friend), Ashley, Cara, Christi, Alex, James. Who was your first boyfriend or girlfriend? I had my first boyfriend at age 23.... so... Have you ever been to Chicago? Nope. If yes, what do you like best about it? - Have you ever stayed in a hostel? In Germany! Would you rather sleep on the top bunk or bottom bunk? Bottom because I have to pee every 15 minutes and when I was a kid I slept walked out of the top bunk which is a scary idea. Do you love camping? I’ve never been. I’d be open to going but I’m about 50/50 on whether I’d actually enjoy it. I love being outside but I also love sleeping in my bed. Would you rather sleep in a tent or under the stars? I don’t know. What insects are you afraid of? Centipedes/millipedes and caterpillars. Too many legs. Have you ever had a secret admirer that left you notes? I had a weird secret admirer my first year of undergrad because I sat in the same seat every Soc101 class and noticed one day there was a little note on the desk “girl with the lip ring sits here?” and I did indeed have a lip ring. Are you close with your cousins? I used to be close with them when I was little... sadly it’s out of sight out of mind for me. Are you close to any aunts or uncles? Same as above. When I’m physically with them I am but when they aren’t around (97% of the time) I hardly even think of them. That sounds super fucked up but that’s all I got. Are you close to your grandparents? My maternal grandparents are kind of a disappointment to me- I love them greatly and I used to make a point to see them about once every-other month when I was an undergrad but then they went back to Jehovah’s kingdom or whatever and it’s a bunch of bullshit that means they shun half their children and didn’t attend or celebrate my gay cousins’ weddings. On the other hand I am very close with my paternal grandparents. Even when they’re out of sight I think about how grateful I am for them on the regular.
Who betrayed your trust? I’ve had plenty of instances of my trust being betrayed. Who was your first best friend (apart from a sibling)? Sydney. We were 3-4 years old when we met because our older brothers were friends and they lived about three houses down the block. What was your favorite thing to do at sleepovers when you were younger? Watch disney movies. What kind of popcorn is your favorite? Cheddar or movie theater. Does your town have a big fountain in it? I don’t think so? What is your town known for? God... I think of my town and immediately think of the pedophile 2nd grade teacher who was touching the little boys at the elementary school a mile from me. Fucking awful. Do you currently live in the city you grew up in? No. What’s one way in which you’re behind the times? Any youtube videos... I don’t understand the draw. What’s one way in which you’re still a child? I rely on my dad for life. He’s my first call when shit hits the fan, even though he lives 5 hours away, because I know he will have answers of some sort. What’s one way in which you’re old? All I want is a rocking chair by a heat source and come really stellar yarn to crochet. Do you feel old or young? Or do you feel both at different times? I feel young. How old are you? I am 27. Do you know what you want to do for your next birthday? I am not a big birthday celebrator. I like to celebrate other people, my birthday is just a day. If yes, what is it? Last year my friends and I went to an Asian market and had a delicious ramen dinner. What is the last new thing you discovered that was really good? Putting everything but the bagel seasoning on grilled cheese sandwiches is life. What would be the best surprise you could receive right now? If my graduate debt suddenly disappeared due to a hacker or some weird program glitch haha. Do you usually forgive when someone hurts your or try to get revenge? I’m a move on kind of gal. I won’t forget but I don’t feel like holding on to bullshit. Were there any subjects in school that were really easy for you? English. But also I’m quick with the uptake, I have a fantastic memory when needed, and I’m smart honestly... so nothing was particularly hard. I hated math so I just didn’t do it which made teachers think I needed to be in remedial math... but then I was immediately moved because that shit was too easy. If so, what? ^ Did you ever skip a grade or get held back a grade? No. What time of day were you born? I don’t remember. What is the best hairstyle you’ve ever had? I don’t know. Again, sounds super full of myself but the fact is I have great hair. Do you think you look better with dyed hair or natural hair? Either. Do you think your look better with curly hair or straight hair? My hair is wavy. It looks good both ways. Do you have bangs? I am growing them out. Bangs are great and edgy but they’re a lot of work. Do you think you look better with bangs or without? I look good both ways. I’m just too lazy to maintain bangs.
Do you think you look better with long hair or short? Either. What’s your favorite rock band? Red Hot Chili Peppers. Who’s your favorite country singer? Kacey Musgraves. Do you ever listen to Celtic music? No. Do you listen to Hillsong? No. Did you try the unicorn frappuccino, and if yes, were you a fan? No I never tried it. Have you ever won a contest? Not that I can recall. Have you ever wanted to be a model, actress, singer, or dancer? I wanted to be a singer when I was little. When you look at your baby pictures, do you recognize yourself? Yes. Has your hair color changed since you were a toddler? Nope. Do you wear matching socks? Most days. How many drawers does your dresser have? Five. Do you own an American flag shirt? No. Do you own a British flag shirt? No. Do you have a seashell collection? No. Do you have a rock collection? Lol I guess so- I have a collection of crystals. Do you decorate for Halloween? No. What is your favorite thing to do in the pool? Not be in a pool... Flamingos or pineapples? Either. Cacti or seashells? Cacti. Maple tree or palm tree? Japanese Maples are my fav. Dreamcatcher or wind chimes? Wind chimes. Have you ever taken a picture at the perfect moment? No. Do you have a crush right now? No. What color was your first car? Tan. Was your first car used or new? Used. Do you have a car now? Yes. What color(s) eyeshadow do you wear the most? Neutrals.
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