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My live reactions to season 2 (episode 1)

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Holy shit I’m so excited

Oh my god

Oh my god

Oauxbwkxjwhz

LOVE THE BLACK SCREEN W A SHARP CUT TO THE BEACH 10/10

OMG WE GET THE STEDE AND IZZY BEACH SWORD NOW? SO SOON? YOU SPOIL ME OFMD

Omg he’s been stabbed this is for sure a dream sequence

STEDE THATS MURDER EVEN IF ITS JUST IN YOUR HEAD

“You absolute twa….” BEST DYING WORDS EVER ILY IZZY ALWAYS AND FOREVER

THE SLOW RUN TOWARDS EACH OTHER OMG

AND STEDES FACE AND HIS VOICE AND AWW BABY

AWWW THE WAY THEY CRASHED INTO EACH OTHER

“BABE” HA FOWIHXBWNA I WAS NOT PREPARED

“I KNEW YOUD FIND ME LOVE”

“Fuckin love the beard mate”

Oh we’ve started farting lovely

OH MY GOD I WASNT PREPARED FOR HOW ID FEEL WHEN IT CUT TO HIM WITH EVERYONE AWW MY BABIES IVE MISSED YOU SO MUCH

“Cant be worse than you moaning ‘Ed oh ed’ all night” ILY PETE

Iconic title screen as always

“DEAR ED” AHHHH

SPANISH JACKIE ILY

Instantly taking an interest in the Swede as we knew would happen but still iconic

Ugh I love Leslie jones did I mention I love Leslie jones

Nat looks so scared aww baby

I love wee John being security

And host stede aww baby

I live for black Pete dealing with working in customer service

And all of them tbh

Aww poor buttons he needs his ocean and Livy

I’m ngl for a second I was like “where’s Fred armisen- oh wait”

ITS THE I THINK OF YOU OFTEN LINE YESS

HELLO YES I ADORE IZZY HANDS HE CAN DO NO WRONG IDC WHAT YOU SAY IVE MISSED MY BABY BOY

Ahh the wedding

“Demon? *shakes head* I’m the fucking devil” AHH

Guys were only 6 minutes in and this post is already long as shit so buckle up (if ur actually reading it lmao my ass would be like nope too long”

THERES MY VICO HELLO VICO ILY AND MY JOEL FRY ILY BABIES

Ah yes ye olde put trauma in a box in lock it

Awww fang baby boy someone give him a hug find him Lucius

Omg it’s the “you dumped him” scene

“Did everyone get some cake” because he’s still our precious little angle

HE JUST SNORTED RHINO HORN IS THAT A THING WAS THAT A THING IN HISTORY HUH

NO ITS THIS SCENE I DONT WANNA WATCH MY BABY BE SAD

Yes hello I love Izzy hands I would protect him with my life little baby boy

Vico looks so done w his ass

Someone give my baby a hug

Ily fang

The tears in his eyes during “unhand me” aww Angel

AWW IZZY

CONNOTHAN O NONNATHAN WE LOVE YOU YOU PRECIOUS LITTLE BOY UR ABSOLUTE PERFECTION YOU ANGEL

I love the friendship Jim and that girl have

Oh shit Jackie

“BOO CAKES” JACKIE

Stede honey you’re not intimidating

“I know that guy we had breakfast together” “you’ll be having a lot of breakfastes together” “oh okay 🙂” ily Swede

HIM DOING AN ED IMPRESSION LMAO “could be. Could be mate.”

“You’re my hero” 😞😕🙂😏

Swede bein a cute lil double agent

AWW SWEDE “my time with Jackie has been the happiest of my life. Her love has helped me locate parts of myself I didn’t even know existed and reclaim others that I have long missed” ILY

“Tonight is my turn to perform the husbandly duties”

“That’s another toe” ED YOU STAY AWAY FROM HIM LEAVE MY BABY ALONE

“Who am I to you” aww Izzy Angel baby he’s accepting it OMG “I have love for you Edward” IZZY YOURE SAYING IT OUT LOUD IM SO PROUD OF YOU BUD

IZZY YOU DID NOT JUST SAY TALK IT THROUGH YOU HAD TO HAVE KNOWN THAT WAS A HORRIBLE IDEA

OMG AND THE SHIFT IN THE MUSIC AS SOON AS HE SAID IT

IZZY RUN

RUN MY BABY BOY RUN

“As a crew” OH EDDDDD

ED DONT POINT A GUN AT JIM

OR ANYONE ELSE

THAT INCLUDES YOURSELF EDWARD TEACH BORN ON A BEACH

“They think ya crazy” cackling his face omg

Go taika absolutely slaying this scene

The way the camera is all like jittery is so good

Jim’s like “beard” makes their chin look like… not caved in but idk like it looks like they have a rly bad overbite yk

“Everyone knows why” “I don’t. Enlighten me” “your feelings for stede fucking bon-“ *GUNSHOT* ARE U SHITTING ME EDWARD NO WE DO BOT SHOOT FRIENDS

OH MY GOD HE MADE FRENCHIE FIRST MATE HOLY SHIT

Oh my god Izzy my poor baby Izzy oh my god how dare you hurt my Izzy

LMAO SWEDE

“FUCK THOSE HAMMIES UP” LMAO

There’s like no way there’s actually anything valuable in that chest

WE GOT TO SEE HER TAKE A NOSE FOR THE NOSE JAR YESSS

OH SHIT INDIGO

“Now give me back my blue shit STEVE”

Susan’s hot

DONT HURT SWEDE

Oh good okay we’re cool

I feel like she’s lying tho

But for now we’re cool

AWW FANG

AWW JIM COMFORTING FANG

“WANNA HEAR THE STORY OF THE WOODEN BOY” AWW

Living for vico using they them for the puppet

“DO THE VOICE” AWW

OMG VICO THATS ICONIC

AWW YAY THEYRE LAUGHING NOW THOSE ARE MY BABIES YAY

Living for buttons reuniting with the ocean

Okay roll credits cheers yall see you next episode

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Fen the Warlock Tiefling Fairy, played by @beesherbsandivy​

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goodnight friendsssss!

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Hey fellow singers

I have a big audition on Saturday, and I'm hecking sick and am finding my voice to be very shaky. Does anyone have any tips for this? I'm desperate at this point 😣😣😣

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Grandpa Barry

a not so short fluffy one-shot based off of an old offhanded comment by @onehelluvafirstdate that kinda just stuck with me

Holidays for the Butron’s had become more than just family affairs. For several years prior to the events at the Spencer Mansion, the Redfield siblings had begun to join them for these types of events after their parent’s deaths. However, after the mansion incident, the large scale outbreak that was Racoon City, and the countless other BOW incidents that had occurred since family holidays had extended well past just the family.

Thanksgivings and Christmases and Fourth of July’s had become celebrations of more than just that particular holiday. They were a celebration of another year lived, another attack survived, and sometimes, celebrations of another survivor added to their small but growing group of what they considered to be extended family.

This particular Thanksgiving was no different and so, the Burtons found themselves preparing to host their extended family for dinner, drinks, and overall good times. Not everyone was always able to attend - their common line of work never really took holidays into consideration - but this year they’re gearing up for an unusually good turnout.

Chris arrives first, as always. Early in order to help set up. The man can’t cook for shit so he brings drinks - both alcoholic and non-alcoholic - for his contribution to the large meal. Rebecca is next along with Sherry and Jake. Quite frankly, Barry was surprised they’ ed convinced the kid to come but, at the same time, the older man was fairly sure Jake would do anything for Sherry if she just asked. The three had brought different desserts that were most probably store-bought. Barry could already see Rebecca’s hand slowly drifting up to the pair of dog tags that hung around her neck - it would become more evident as the night wore on.

Next are Jill and Carlos, the latter of which has just been a recent addition to these types of celebrations despite having known Jill since Racoon. They arrive with a dish that smells heavenly and was most definitely prepared by Carlos. Jill, like Chris, was poorly adept in the kitchen. 

Last to arrive was Leon and Claire along with their ever-growing brood. Isabelle seemed to be barley restraining herself, a ball of excitement ready to burst at the seams.

“Hi, Grandpa Barry!” 

Barry smiled at the little girl.  She had been calling him ‘Grandpa” for as long as he could remember and, seeing as the kid had no real grandparents in her life, he and his wife had taken on the pseudo roll eagerly. 

“Hey kid,” Barry ruffled her hair, “how’s it going?”

“Great!” she giggled. Pleasantries out of the way, Isabelle moved on to her main prerogative,

“Are Sherry and Jake here yet?” 

For some reason, Izzy had taken quite the shining to her older sister’s new boy toy. Jake, for his part, seemed to have begrudgingly accepted his newfound role as ‘big brother’ to the Kennedy kid. Barry supposed that Izzy had never really given him a choice.

“They are. In fact, you guys are the last to get here.”

Isabelle pouted before turning to her mother who had been hanging up their coats by the door.

“I told you, Mamma, we’re always late.”

“We’re not late Izzy. Dinner isn’t anywhere near ready yet so you have plenty of time to play with Sherry and Jake.”

Izzy harrumphed before running off to the living room where she assumed everyone else would be. Claire sighed before turning to their host.

“Hey, Barry.” She smiled and accepted the hug that Barry was offering her. She registered Leon scolding Izzy for not taking her shoes off before running further into the house.

“Leon.” Barry moved on to the younger man, waving at little Olivia who was snuggled up in her Daddy’s arms.

“Barry.”

This was usually how things were. The two would act aloof until Claire has moved out of earshot and Barry could well and truly find out how Leon was doing.

“Kathy is in the kitchen, said to send you in once you got here.”

“Oh, of course.” Claire looked between the two men and pretended not to know what was going on. She pecked Leon on the lips and tickled Olivia’s belly before heading towards the kitchen to help Kathy with the dinner. 

“Sorry, we didn’t bring anything this year. Claire’s had her hands full with her job and the girls while I was gone and since I got back a few days ago things have been a little out of whack.” Leon chuckled.

“Don’t worry about it kid.” God, Barry thought, am I really so old that I’m calling everyone kid?

“Anyway,” Barry said, “how’s the family life treating ya?” 

Leon knew Barry wasn’t really asking about the ‘family life’. But it was just easier sometimes to talk in innuendos and code words what with little ears around. In this case, the family life really meant the sober life. The special agent looked down at a specific pair of little ears before answering. Liv was currently clinging to Leon like her life depended on it. Both girls were always a little clingy when he returned from long missions but Liv tended to take the term ‘Daddy’s girl’ to a new level.

The three-year-old had only let go of the man long enough for both of them to take their coats off.  What Barry noticed though, was that Leon seemed to be holding on to Olivia just as desperately.

“Family life is... It’s ah, a little hard sometimes. But I’d never go back.”

Barry smiled but nodded. Motioning for Leon to follow, he made his way into the living room to join everyone else.

“Hi, Livy!” Moira said, waving enthusiastically at the little girl.

“Hi,” Liv said in a small, quiet voice

“Come play with us!” Natalia called from where she and Moira were stationed in front of a dollhouse.

Barry’s adopted daughter loved playing with Olivia whenever she got the chance. She once told him that it was because she had fun playing with ‘babies’ which, Barry thought was a little funny considering that, at only eleven, Barry still very much saw Natalia as barely more than a baby himself. He supposed he should work on that, the girls as growing up every day - thriving, even, in a stable environment with what is probably the closest to a normal life she’d ever had.

Olivia shook her head at Natalia’s invitation to play. Instead, she buried her head even further in her father’s shoulder. 

“Common Liv, we have a special doll just for you.” This time it was Moira trying to do the convincing, even going as far as to use a sing-song voice.

All she garnered was another head shake. 

“I’m sure your sister is having a lot of fun with Sherry and Jake,” Barry motioned to where the three were making various buildings and figures out of Leggos, “I think you’d have a lot of fun.”

“Jake could use some help over here Liv, I think you should come show him how its done.” Sherry chimed in.

“What? No I -” Jake’s cry of indignation was cut off by Sherry’s elbow to his side. “ I’m real lost here, Oliva. Sherry’s right.”

“ I stay with Daddy.”

A round of soft laughter went through the room at that. Barry shared a knowing look with his wife before holding his arms out to the little girl who looked at him skeptically,

“Common sweetie. I’m sure you’ve been attached your Daddy since he’s been back. Why don’t you spend some time with Grandpa for a bit? I feel like I haven’t seen your cute little face in ages!”

Olivia didn’t say anything. Instead, she just looked at Barry in that way kids were so good at like he was spewing a load of fresh bullshit.

“It’s fine Barry.”  Leon’s response saw Olivia snuggles back into her father, content to be in his arms.

“Well, she can’t stay with you forever kid, gotta learn sometime - both of you. Why not now when you won’t be any further than a room away.”

“I’m with you Barry, I tell Leon all the time he coddles her too much,” Claire said. From her spot in the kitchen, she had a clear view of what was going on in the living room.

“Is it really coddling though? I was gone for almost two weeks.” Leon’s defense was weak sounding.

“And we both know you could be gone longer at the drop of a hat. That’s just the life we live and when she refuses to be put down and you refuse to put her down, you make my life harder when Daddy inevitably has to leave again. Barry’s still got my vote. She’s gotta learn.” 

“Common, Chris, Carlos, if you guys were in my situation you’re telling me you guys wouldn’t do the same thing.”

“ Sorry bro, as much as I love to disagree with my sister, she’s kinda right.” Chris’s reply was definitely not what Leon was looking for so the blonde man turned to Carlos for his support.

“Look man, I’d be the first to admit that if I ever had kids it would be hard for me to ever deny them anything.” Leon lit up at that and everyone else pretended to ignore the quick look Carlos shot Jill as he finished his statement.

“But,” Leon seemed to visibly deflate as Carlos continued, already knowing where this was going - not in his favor “ that doesn’t mean they aren’t right.”

“Thank you!” Claire interjected.

“Well, I think it’s cute.” Rebecca proudly stated.

At that Caire stepped fully out of the kitchen and pointed a pair of tongs at Rebecca who had been nursing a glass of something strong by the fireplace.

“You say that now. Wait until you find someone and have a few kids of your own. As cute as it is, your tune will change real quick.”

Rebecca let out a little laugh as Claire returned to the kitchen but it sounded a little forced, hand drifting back up to the dog tags around her neck.

“Hand her over, Leon. She’ll be fine.”

Reluctantly, Leon did as he was told. Olivia did not go quietly, the beginnings of a tantrum becoming evident as she was handed off to her ‘grandpa’.

“Oh stop acting up baby girl, you’re just fine!” Claire’s voice carried sweet but stern from the kitchen.

Olivia quieted at her mother’s words but still hadn’t silenced her whimpers. Leon looked about ready to cave.

“I have three kids Leon and more years of experience. Trust me, I’ve got this. Now, Livy and I are gonna go read a nice story and I’m sure Kathy and Claire could use some help.” Barry said with a smile. 

“ Leon, could be a dear and go bring the cooler in from the garage?” 

“Of course Kathy.”

“Oh, you might need some help. It’s not exactly small and Barry already put the ice and some drinks in.”

“I got you.” Carlos squeezed Leon’s shoulder as he passed, effectively turning the man away from Olivia and punching him in the direction of the garage.

“Thanks, boys!” Kathy called after them.

Olivia got a little angsty once Leon was out of her sights but soon Barry had her thoughts away from her missing Daddy and onto The Cat in the Hat. They got through three more books - Olivia entranced by the pictures in on each page - before eventually going off to color with Polly who had brought out some of her colored pencils, crayons, and old coloring books. 

Olivia even convinced her Uncle Chris to come color with her ( and he’d never admit it to Leon but, when those large blue eyes were turned on him Chris knew he wouldn’t be able to say no).

When Claire and Kathy called that dinner was ready to be served Leon took that as his cue that ‘separation’ time was over. He collected Izzy first, watching to make sure to washed-up properly before helping her to make a plate.

“ Do you want ham or turkey, Princess?”

“ Ham, please. Daddy, I don’t want green beans.” Isabelle made a face as Leon scooped some onto the plate, ignoring her protest.

“ I know, but remember what we talked about?”

Isabelle sighed, “No green beans, no desert.” The girl had a sweet tooth that could rival her mother’s and her parents tended to use that to their advantage.

Leon chuckled, bringing the plate over to the smaller table just to the side of the main one in the dining room. Their found family was getting too big for everyone to sit at the dining table, so they had resorted to setting up a table for the youngest of the group to sit.

Izzy seemed to accept her fate as she sat Jake at the table, giggling as he too joked about being forced to eat his vegetables in return for dessert. Sherry always volunteered to sit with the kiddos along with Moira and Polly and wherever Sherry went, Jake went. Leon shot the kid a look, it seemed that two of his girls had taken quite a shining to him and it was safe to say that he wasn’t too pleased with it. Rationally, he knew that Sherry was old enough to make her own decisions and Izzy most likely just had a silly schoolgirl crush that would go away with time. But Leon didn’t want to think rationally right now.

He was interrupted from his thoughts as he heard Claire playfully inspecting Olivia’s hands.

“Did you get ‘em all clean, baby?”

“Uh-huh. Uncle Chris help me!”

“Did he sing you your song?” Claire asked teasingly. Olivia just giggled while nodding her head yes.

“He did, did he?” Claire sent a shit-eating grin to her brother who quickly excused himself to the table.

“You do it better, Mommy.” Claire laughed before kissing her little girl’s bleach blonde hair. Leon was convinced it would darken over time, just like his had.

“Come here little bug, let’s get you something to eat.”

Leon helped Liv just as he had with Izzy. Once she’d had all she wanted on her plate, as well as some vegetables she didn’t, he made to set her up next to her sister at the other table.

“Daddy, no!”

Leon was prepared for this, it happened every time. Liv wouldn’t want to sit with the other kids, no, she always much rather stay with her Daddy. So, safe to say he was more than taken aback by Livy’s next words.

“ I sit with Grandpa.” 

It was as if the whole room went silent at Olivia’s request, even Izzy stopped her laughing and was looking at her little sister with a shocked expression.

“ I - um… you’d have to ask Grandpa.”

Olivia wasted no time running over to Barry where he sat at the head of the table.

“Grandpa, I sit with you?”

“Sure, sweetheart.”

Barry lifted the little girl onto her lap. She settled in with a little giggle and Leon felt his heart both swell and break at the sound. This was what they were trying to achieve the whole night, right? He voiced such out loud when Claire came over to ask if he was ok.

“Ya but, it doesn’t mean it would hurt any less. That was a hard reject, Kennedy.” Jill said. 

“Jill.” Carlos gently admonished.

“What? Are we all just supposed to sit here and pretend like that didn’t just happen? I mean, no offense to you Leon but that was the funniest thing I’ve seen all night.” Jill laughed again.

“You know Jill, I never took you as one to languish in someone else’s pain. Hats off to you.” 

Jill raised her wine glass to Jake in acknowledgment of his comment. Claire took Liv’s plate out of Leon’s hand and placed it in front of the little girl. She then began to make up another one with all of Leon’s favorites.

Putting down the plate in front of an empty chair she motioned for Leon to come and sit.

“Why don’t you come eat something, honey.” 

Leon could tell that even Claire felt a little bad for him - she only calls him ‘honey’ when she does. She even kissed his cheek as he pulled a chair out for her before sitting down like she’d suggested.

“It’s fine,” he lied, “I don’t get why you guys are making such a big deal out of this.”

“If he’s acting this way now imagine how he’ll act once they start dating.” Rebecca whisper yelled to Chris who was seated next to her.

Chris almost choked on his drink, laughing at the image of Leon’s suffering.

“Hey, he hasn’t said anything about Jake yet!” Sherry’s attempt at defending Leon was not appreciated by Jake who shot her a scathing look.

“Only because I haven’t had the chance yet. It’s coming, Shelly.” Leon turned to look at the two adults in question as he said it.

Sherry blushed - whether, from the use of his old nickname for her or from the thinly veiled threat, he wasn’t exactly sure. Jake let out a withered sigh before turning back to his food. Eventually, everyone else took pity on Leon’s poor soul and did the same. That, or they just got tired of making fun of him - with people like these for family one never could be too sure. 

Dinner continued with much merriment; teasing abounded but not all at the expense of Leon. Once the word was out that Rebeca had been curbing advances from several men she had met at her new job the table was divided - some teasing and encouraging her to go for it, others defending that she didn’t have to. By the end of it, the dog tags had ended back up in her hands. Rebecca then flipped it on the perpetually single Chris who, in turn, threw Jill and Carlos under the bus. The friendly banter then shifted to their undefined relationship status. All the while laughter continuously flowed from the table along with the occasional interjection from Moira, Polly, or Sherry. Jake mainly sticking to entertaining the kids.

By the end of the night, Leon found himself with an arm around Claire’s shoulders and Livy sitting in his lap - two out of three of his girls snuggled up against his chest, still seated at the table. Olivia had migrated back to her Daddy when she had started to get tired and Leon would be lying if he said it hadn’t made him feel miles better. Number three wasn’t far behind.

“Daddy, are we going home soon?”

Leon could see the tiredness almost radiating off of his daughter. Izzy had run off her sugar high from dessert and looked like she was ready to drop right there in front of him.

“Soon, Princess.” he shifted Livy in his lap to make room for Izzy.

It always took a little finagling to fit both Isabelle and Olivia on his lap but, somehow, they always seemed to make a way. Izzy climbed up and Leon felt content - belly full of good food, surrounded by family and good conversation, and most importantly, his little family wrapped safely in his arms.

They stayed like that for a while. Eventually, Chris, Carlos, and Jill began to clear the table. They made their way to the kitchen with the intent to clean up and give Kathy a break since she and Claire were the main ones who set everything up.

Leon could hear his wife sigh,

“It’s late. We should get the girls home.” except she made no move to do that, instead she buried her face in his neck and took in a deep breath letting out an even deeper sigh.

Eventually, Izzy began softly snoring. Leon and Claire knew they couldn’t put off heading home any longer - the drive wasn’t long but it wasn’t exactly short either and the girls should be sleeping in their own beds where it was more comfortable.

Between the two of them, they were able to get the girls into their shoes and jackets and then into their car seats with minimal trouble. They said their goodbyes outside by the car. Promises to do it again for Christmas were made but they were all taken with a grain of salt. One never knew when Leon would be called away on a mission or when Claire would be needed for some Terrasave function or clean-up job. 

“I hope you enjoy being ‘grandpa’ to those cute little girls ‘cause you sure aren’t getting any grandkids from me anytime soon.”

“Good.”

Barry turned away from watching Claire and Leon drive away to look down at his oldest daughter. She looked back up at him. All was silent for a moment until the two broke out into easy laughter. He guided her back into the house, closing the door and effectively blocking the cold out.

As Barry held his own daughter close he looked around at everyone left. Natalia sleeping on the couch, Sherry and Jake whispering in a not-so secluded corner. Rebecca had joined the cleanup crew in the kitchen after having seen off the Kennedy clan. His eyes met his wife’s who was still seated at the table enjoying a slice of pie with Polly.

Barry knew that in the world they lived in, one couldn’t be certain of many things. But, he also knew that he could be certain of this - family wasn’t just defined by blood. Barry didn’t know what the future held, no one did. What they did know, however, was that their family was always changing - in size and look. But, they would always be there, especially on holidays like this, to remind one another that they were alive, that they had all made it through another year. They would be there to remind each other that there was still love and kindness in this dark world worth fighting for, and they did it in what seemed like the easiest, most simple way - by loving each other.

[tangyyyy]

Lucille and Eliott met when they were both very young, here is a piece of their love story. They truly loved each other, maybe in a wrong way, but love isn’t always an easy thing to live and to do. From 2014 to 2019. From Lucille to Lucas, with a lot of Eliott in the middle.

 Skids II 

Wednesday, August 3, 2016, 5:08 pm

Lucille and some of her friends had decided on that day to celebrate the surprise birthday of Antoine, one of Eliott's best friends. Everyone was at their usual café at 2PM, waiting for Antoine. Only Eliott was missing. Lucille tried to call him several times with no answer. The couple had seen each other since the tattoo incident and everything went well, Eliott acting as if nothing had happened. It wasn't until 3 hours later that the young man appeared on the terrace, wide dark rings under his eyes and a bright smile on his face. He spoke quickly and was unable to stand still. "Hey sorry guys! I had lost hack of time!” He exclaimed without any real excuses in his voice. Eliott gave high fives to his friends, kissed Lucille's temple and sat down abruptly at the only free chair. Even when he was sitting, his legs kept moving, he ordered a beer.

"I'm on a whole new project.” Announced the young man without anyone asking him anything. "I'm writing some political articles. Caricatures and denunciations. With everything going on with this fucking society, I think people need to have their eyes open." For many minutes Eliott explained his new ambitions to the small group of their friends. At first interested, they all listened to him, then, finally, grew weary, Eliott's speeches being more than painstaking to follow. Some tried to redirect the conversation but, taking advantage of well-fallen gaps, Eliott always came back to his words. "I have a cousin who's journalist, I sent him some of my sketches. I honestly think it could interest many many french people. Then we'll see for the translation. A new look on society by someone who is young. It's gonna be a huge success, I have to start using social networks...” Feeling the awkwardness growing up around the table, Lucille glanced at her friends. Obiviously, some of them didn't understand anything of what was happening, not recognizing their friend. Others watched him angrily, starting to lose patience, annoyed by Eliott's overwhelming presence. "The style is more realistic than what I used to draw, it... "Are you serious Eliott?!” Antoine barked, staring at him. "What? -What the fuck is happening to you dude? Give us a break, we don't care about all your... New things! -Aren't you interested in your friend's projects?" Eliott's body was tense and his eyes glowed with anger, the frustration of not receiving the unconditional support of his friends overflowing of his dilated pupils. Lucille put a hand on his thigh. "Yes of course I do but it's too much! You didn't even ask once how we are... Or... I don't know, maybe you could have wish me happy birthday ! Seriously, You don't give a fuck about what's going on around you! You're so fucking selfish, mec!" Eliott stood up abruptly and leaned on the table in front of Antoine. "Oh I see... You're so fucking jealous!” He taunted bitterly. "You can't stand my success, my projects! -Excuse me?” Antoine replied in an aggressive voice as he got up in his turn. The tension was at its peak. Charlotte went close to Antoine. "Drop it, you can see he isn't his normal self... -For fuck sake! You too!” Eliott yelled, glaring at Charlotte. "You're all so envious... -Eliott... " Lucille whispered, swamped by her boyfriend's anger. "Let me finish! You are all so envious. You see me moving forward while you... You do nothing but shitting around and talking about how smart you are!" Lucille felt tears come to her eyes. It wasn't Eliott, it wasn't him, it was impossible... All this hate, this feeling superiority, this total disregard for his friends... Why did he act like that? Something was wrong. Pulling herself together, she grabbed his hand and stood up.

  "Come on, let's go.” She told him. She pulled him and dragged him away. "Fuck, I can't believe it, they're pathetic, these aren't what I call friends!” Eliott was struggling to shut his anger off, still pissed of by the lack of interest his friends had in his plans.

So much anger... Lucille, judging that they were far away enough from their friends, stopped and stood in front of the young man, close to him. "I'm sure they're concerned for you and your drawings and... uh... your new press articles. This isn't the point.” She said in the softest voice possible. Eliott looked at her, his eyes filled with incomprehension. "You look tired, haven't you slept yet? -I'm too busy to sleep! It would be wasting time! Then I'm not tired!" A heavy silence fell on the two teenagers. Lucille gathered all her courage and spoke again. "You... Are you still going to see the therapist? -Yeah.” The young man answered, shrugging his shoulders. Relieved to see that Eliott didn't take her question badly, Lucille smiled at him, grabbed his shirt and moved closer to him. "Do you know what would be nice?” She purred. "What ? -A quiet evening at home, my mother works late. No paper, no pencil, no TV, just you and me..." The young man dropped her hands and ran his fingers through his wild hair. "Yeah, well, sure, it would be nice but I have lots of things to do... I just had an idea, I have to go." Without ceremony Eliott started to move away from Lucille, walking to his home. "Wait... You... Aren't you going to your drawing class?” The girl called out one last time, looking at the dial of her watch. "No, I gave up, the teacher sucks, I told her, she didn't like it. Well then, see ya'!" Eliott disappeared into an adjacent street. Lucille remained motionless as a statue on the sidewalk. No, really, something was definitely wrong.

          Wednesday, August 10, 2016, 7PM Lucille was reading one of her favourite books, comfortably lying on her bed. Eliott had come to spend part of the afternoon at her home. Despite the late hour, he was still there, sitting at the girl's desk, frantically covering dozens of papers of his hasty writing. focused on her book, Lucille didn't notice at first that the little speaker was off for the first time in hours. Finally noticing, she looked up at her boyfriend. Eliott had left the desk and stared at her with a dark look. Lucille swallowed hard, her mouth being dry since few seconds. The young man's face had always been very expressive, and it amused Lucille to see how much he couldn't hide the slightest emotion. Sadness, happiness, excitement, arousal... She knew every sign on Eliott's face. But this one... That staring and frightening gaze, jaw clenched, body stretched out. It was the first time. Lucille felt a cold shiver run down her spine. Not knowing how to react, she remained silent. Long seconds flew before Eliott took a few steps in her direction, his eyes still on her. As he walked towards her, he took off his T-shirt before throwing it into a corner of the room. He joined her on the bed, put his hands on her thin hips and buried his mouth against her neck. "I want you.” He sighed in her ear. Lucille relaxed. A small smile appeared on her face and she let her head back against the wooden headboard, welcoming the young man's lips on her skin. For days and days Eliot was distant, too busy with his various projects to be fully with Lucille. Only the two of them, forgetting the world around them. She wanted him too, she really wanted to make love with him but the reality caught up her very quickly. Her mother was in the living room, right there, on the other side of the thin door. No, it was definitely not the right time. "Wait..." She whispered, half-heartedly, running her fingers through Eliott's hair, staring up at the ceiling, forcing herself to calm down. The young man moved his lips to the base of her neck, his tongue dancing on the moist skin of Lucille. With his hands, he defly unclipped one by one the pearl buttons of the girl's white shirt. In his haste, he tore off one. "Eliott, wait.” She repeated, still smiling, flattered by Eliott's desire. Showing no reaction to the words of the girl, Eliott gently bit her skin, his hands on her breasts, only covered with a thin bra pink lace.

  Had he not heard? Lucille cleared her throat. "Eliott.” She called in a clearer, louder voice. Still unresponsive, the young man leaned a little more and stretched out all his weight on the girl, squeezing his shirtless torso against her. All arousal, all desire completely deserted Lucille's mind. Did he really intend to stop? What was going on in his head? Suddenly, fear gripped her throat. It wasn't him, it wasn't Eliott. He never had, in the past, made any violent or even inappropriate gesture in her direction. Always listening to her, he could hear and understand the least of her desires, each of her refusals. What was happening then so that this time Eliott refused to hear it? "Eliott, stop..." She tried to pull out herself from his grip, but with an authoritarian gesture, the young man pushed his hips on against hers. Lucille's eyes blurred with tears as she felt Eliott's fingers open the fly of her denim shorts. It was a nightmare. On desperate move, Lucille put her hands on Eliott's head and pulled it back, gripping his hair by force. Having no other choice, the young man's gaze fell into her. "Please... Stop ..." She asked him in a broken voice, forcing herself not to blink once to make him understand at best all the distress she felt at the moment. Eliott finally stopped and in his eyes, Lucille saw a wave of terror carrying everything in its path. He straightened up, closed his eyes and when he opened them again, his gaze was filled with anger. Without saying anything, he stood up and stormed out of the room. The girl, not thinking twice, followed him. He didn't even take the time to put his T-shirt on. Shirtless, he crossed the living room with long strides, made his way past Lucille's mother who watched him, speechless then he left the apartment. The shirt open on her bare skin and her bra, Lucille remained motionless. She met her mother's gaze. "What happened?” She asked with an authoritative voice, worried about reading so much panic on her daughter's face. Not wanting to explain anything right away and being unable, anyway, to produce the slightest sound coming from her knotted throat, Lucille turned around and came back into her room. After slamming the door, she leaned against it, feeling exhausted. The trembling body, still in shock, she slid to the ground, put her head on her knees and burst into tears.

[odderancyart]

Murdermallow

Swapfell AO3 Murdermallow is created by me and @kyuko-chan

Here you can find information about Murdermallow that did not make its way into the story Here you can find the original post, which includes art of Murdermallow and Razz

The sound of scrambling metal had woken him up. Sans was awake two seconds after hearing the noise, and sat straight in his bed, watching for any threats. After another five seconds, another scrambling was heard and he relaxed as he realized the sound came from outside their house. More specifically, from their backyard where they kept the trashcans. Sans repressed a yawn, and threw his legs over the bedside. Who was in their trashcans? He was quite sure there was no one in Snowdin desperate enough to eat trash; he had made sure of that, so that would mean that whoever it was looked for something else.

Sans quickly changed from pyjamas to leather trousers, leather jacket and his boots, scarf and gloves, and made his way toward the backside. When he left his room, he stopped for a moment, and listened. Papyrus wasn’t home yet, judging by the lack of noise.  He would have woken up from that; he was much more of a light sleeper than Sans. Sans groaned. That meant he’d have go drag Papyrus home from Muffet’s.

The metallic noises continued, reminding him of what he was doing. He continued downstairs, and outside through their backdoor. More racket. There was absolutely someone here. Sans scanned the area, watching for the perpetuator. He summoned a bone into his hand. His breathing was perfectly controlled, just like before a battle.

Therefore, he only twitched slightly as one of the trashcans fell over. Something white came into view, and there was loud growling. Sans blinked as he stared at the sight that met him. In the trashcans, a very big, very hairy, very dirty dog was glaring at him. A pet dog, even, so it wasn’t part of the Snowdin dog families.  The left ear was missing, obviously torn off in a battle a long time ago, and there were a few scars in his face. Otherwise the dog seemed fine. He was baring his teeth, growling at Sans.

This was… unexpected. He had thought to find a spy and instead it was a half-starved pet monster.

“NEVERTHELESS,” he commented at his own thoughts, dispelling the bone in his hand. “I CAN’T LET YOU STAY IN OUR TRASH. LOOK WHAT A MESS YOU’VE CAUSED.” He gestured toward everything that had fallen out of the cans, which he’d have to clean up. The dog backed up against the wall at his movements. Sans rolled his eyelights.

“CALM DOWN, I’M NOT GOING TO HURT YOU,” he said, but made his tone softer. The mutt obviously was terrified of him. “I WONDER HOW LONG YOU’VE BEEN HERE IN TOWN.”

Sans studied it. It was covered in dirt, but even then, it was kind of cute. And he had promised that he’d exterminate homelessness in Snowdin – and that included pets. The thing was obviously a ferocious warrior, too, if it had managed to survive this long on its own. He grinned.

“I THINK I’LL KEEP YOU.”

He waved his hand, and his eye flared purple. Ping. The dog’s soul was Blue. He kept growling as he floated him over. The dog snapped after his hand as he moved it toward it, but he quickly moved out of the way, putting it in the fur. Whoa. Soft. He scratched the neck, and the dog’s tail wagged once. Yet he didn’t stop staring at Sans for a second.

“YOU’RE POSITIVELY FILTHY.” Sans grimaced. A bath seemed to be in order. Not trusting that the dog wouldn’t try to run away, he kept the grip on his soul as they walked inside. In the bathroom they practically never used he began to fill up the tub. During all this, he didn’t move his hand from the dog, who seemed slightly more relaxed as he realized it didn’t hurt.

Sans didn’t hesitate for one second as soon as the tub was filled. He made sure it was a good temperature, and then immediately put the dog in it. The dog trashed, seemingly panicked, but couldn’t exactly move much with the fast grip Sans had on his soul. He took off his leather gloves and began to scrub it. The dog seemed to give up after a few minutes, accepting his administrations. It triggered a memory in Sans of bathing Papyrus when they were babybones. His little brother hated to bathe but always gave up at Sans’ insistence.

After ten minutes, he had to empty the tub and fill it with new water. An incredible amount of dirt fit in all that fur. By now the dog seemed to relax a bit beneath his hands, almost looking like it enjoyed it. Sans grinned. Perhaps he’d get to know someone who wouldn’t look like he’d suggested they would poison themselves as soon as he mentioned cleaning, like Papyrus and Alphys did.

After about an hour of cleaning, he decided the dog was clean. He blinked as he began to dry him with towels.

“HM. PERHAPS YOU’RE NOT A MUTT AFTER ALL. YOU MIGHT BE OF A FINE BREED. FITTING, AS YOU WILL BE THE PET OF THE MAGNIFICENT AND MALICIOUS SANS. YOU DO LOOK LIKE A MARSHMALLOW, THOUGH” he observed. Those sweet things Papyrus adored so. Ugh. Sweets were disgusting. He’d go to Grillby’s in Hotland for a burger before Muffet’s within a soulbeat. He smirked. “I THINK I KNOW THE PERFECT NAME FOR YOU.”

…

A couple hours later, he hadn’t stopped petting it for more than a few moments, and the dog had slowly begun to appreciate the closeness. He was wagging his tail as Sans’ scratched his ear when the door unlocked and Papyrus stumbled in.

Sans frowned at the condition his brother was in. Not the worst, but certainly not the best either. He was drunk, and his gaze was glassy. The dog began to growl as he noticed the other.

“SHHH,” Sans shushed and petted the head. Papyrus hardly seemed to notice them as he simply laid down in the couch and fell asleep within seconds. Sans rolled his eyelights as he put a blanket on top of him. What would his brother do without him?

He gently grabbed the dog’s soul, leading it upstairs. This time he happily followed, not seeming to worry. It was already morning, but a couple more hours’ sleep would be needed.

-

The next morning Sans was cooking breakfast as Papyrus stumbled into the kitchen. His brother had never needed much sleep, not even when completely shitfaced. The dog was eagerly eating the meat Sans had given it.

“i had a very weird dream tonight,” the taller yawned, seemingly still partly asleep. “there was a dog in the livi…” he trailed off, staring at the dog who now was staring at him. Sans grinned.

“I HAVE A DOG NOW,” he explained proudly. He walked up to the dog, and stroked its back to calm it down. It had gotten nervous again as the other showed up. “FOUND HIM IN THE TRASH YESTERDAY.”

Papyrus stared at him in disbelief for a few seconds, and then began to move his gaze between Sans and the dog that was about half its new owner’s size. Then he shrugged, apparently accepting that a dog would be living with them from now on, and sat down.

“does he have a name, m’lord?” he asked, instead of any of the thousand other questions he could think of. Sans grinned, and nodded.

“MURDERMALLOW.”

Papyrus blinked. Sans stared at him, expectantly.

“sans, that’s hardly a name-” he began, trailing off as Sans glared at him. The shorter’s face was filled with determination.

“MURDER. MALLOW.”

There were a few seconds of silence, interrupted only by Murdermallow’s eating, before Papyrus nodded, defeated. Sans smirked in triumph.

Murdermallow it was.

-

“THIS IS MURDERMALLOW,” Razz proudly introduced the dog to his counterpart. Red raised an eyebrow at the fuzzy ball of fur which reached Razz to the waist. Murdermallow ran up to him, sniffing curiously. He had gotten a lot more social lately. Then he licked Red’s hand.

“i guess this’s yer version o’ doomfanger,” Red shrugged, tentatively scratching the dog’s head. Murdermallow panted happily. Razz frowned.

“EXCUSE ME, MURDERMALLOW IS MUCH BETTER THAN THAT CAT. CATS ARE VILE BEINGS,” he exclaimed, offended. Red snorted out a laugh, peering at him almost playfully.

“don’ let boss hear ya say that.” He looked at the dog. “hey there, mally.”

Razz had been watching Murdermallow, but at that he snapped his head up, staring at Red in disbelief and annoyance. Slim laughed quietly from the couch where he was watching TV.

“NO.”

Red grinned, kneeling and looking the dog into the eyes.

“havin’ a good time, mally?”

“THAT SOUNDS LIKE A GIRL’S NAME,” Razz complained angrily. He wanted to hit something, but he was trying to get rid of his anger issues so he couldn’t. “HE’S A BOY.”

“does mally look like he cares?” Slim threw in his opinion from the other side of the room, making Razz twist around and stare at him in betrayal. The two lazybones chuckled at his expression. Murdermallow only woofed, without a care in the world. Razz sighed. No. Murdermallow didn’t seem to mind. Didn’t mean he didn’t.

Why use a nickname when Murdermallow was such a great name?

-

The air was cold as usual and the snow cracked under their boots as the brothers walked through Snowdin. Murdermallow walked next to them. The denizens of their small town stared at the dog, but quickly hurried out of the way of their lieutenant and Head and his brother.

Sans threw open the door to the Shop, nodding once in greeting to the married dogs owning the place. They quickly bowed their head in respect.

“WE NEED DOGFOOD,” he told them, and Dogamy hurriedly began to look for it. “AND EVERYTHING ELSE A DOG MIGHT NEED. MURDERMALLOW ONLY DESERVES THE BEST.”

The dogs gathered everything they wanted, and while they did that Sans kept a close eye on Murdermallow, making sure he didn’t get nervous from all the movement. He paid, and held up the new collar he had bought. Purple with black spikes. He grinned, and showed it off to Papyrus and Murdermallow.

“WHAT DO YOU THINK, BROTHER? ISN’T IT PERFECT?”

“sure thing, m’lord,” Papyrus replied. He didn’t sound like he cared. Sans threw him a glare before turning to the dog, who began to wag his tail as he got his owner’s attention.

“HE LIKES IT,” Sans said, almost defensively. “DON’T YOU, MURDERMALLOW?” He got a yip in reply, and the dog gasped happily as Sans put it on. He liked his owner’s gloved hand.

“(Excuse me?)” Dogaressa carefully began, seemingly unsure whether Sans would get angry she spoke without permission or not. Sans gave her a short nod, allowing her to continue. “(That’s a girl.)”

Sans stared at her for a few moments, before turning to Murdermallow. He – she – was being scratched on the stomach by Papyrus.

“OH…” he trailed off. “WELL, MURDERMALLOW STILL FITS.”

“’cause it’s not a name,” Papyrus chimed in his position on the floor. Sans’ sockets narrowed.

“SHUT UP.”

-

Sans yawned. It had been a long day. He petted Murdermallow’s head and motioned for her to follow him upstairs. Time for bed. Sometimes he cursed the fact that he needed so much sleep – Papyrus, the lazybones, just slept because he liked it, he didn’t even need it while Sans hated that he needed sleep – but it had gotten easier to get into bed since he took in Murdermallow.

Shrugging of his armour, Sans smiled as Murdermallow jumped up on the bed. In the beginning, he hadn’t allowed her on his bed – instead he had bought the fanciest, softest dog bed he had been able to find – but she was too adorable to say no to. He changed into pyjamas and crept beneath the blankets, and she quickly found her way there too. With Murdermallow next to him, he quickly fell asleep. It reminded him of those nights spent next to Papyrus when they were little.

Sans gasped awake as his breathing suddenly got restricted. He began to move into battle position, soul beating quickly, as he realized he couldn’t move. Panic made his breath hitch before he realized why that was. Murdermallow was lying onto him, and with how she weighed about three times as much as him, he didn’t have much of a choice but stay still. He struggled for a moment, trying to get free. She whimpered as he moved, appearing slightly worried, and he sighed, smiling slightly.

He couldn’t wake her.

Anyway, this wasn’t so bad. He could still breathe and it was warm and soft.

It appeared he would be stuck here for a while.

-

The brothers stared at Murdermallow. She was lying on the ground, lifeless. Sans’ soul was beating violently in panic. They’d just been on their way to Alphys, and she had just passed out. Sans turned toward his brother, silently asking if he had any idea what to do, but Papyrus’ sockets were just as wide as his own and expression just as panicked. Then, in sync, they let out shrieks and kneeled next to the dog, shaking her desperately.

After a while, Papyrus managed to get his phone up. It was a small miracle; his hands were shaking so much that he almost dropped it twice. Calling the first number in it he just yelled into the phone. Neither brother was sure it was anything understandable he was saying. After a moment, the line went dead. Whoever Papyrus had called had hung up.

Sans breathing was superficial as he tried to wake the dog. What if she died? What if she was dead already?

Then he let out another shriek as he suddenly drowned in ice-cold water. He flew to his feet, spitting and halfway to summoning a bone-attack. Then he blinked, realizing it was Undyne who was standing there. She was sweating from the heat and scowling.

“You absolute idiots,” she spat. “What are you doing? You’re going to get yourself killed. Didn’t even notice I came.”

Sans opened his mouth to defend himself, but closed it again. She was right. Papyrus just gaped.

“Also, dogs are very sensitive to noises, you know that, right? You’ll only make it worse for Mally.” She held up another bucket of water, throwing it on Murdermallow as Sans grimaced at the use of her nickname. As the dog got soaked she began to move again. “She’s overheated, you morons. What did you think would happen when you’re taking a dog with that much fur to Hotland?”

Oh. Sans had to fight the blush of embarrassment which wanted to get onto his cheeks. He was the Malicious Sans, he would not blush. Yet, he nodded dumbly as Undyne lectured them. He would normally not allow anyone to speak to him like that – except Alphys and the Queen of course – but now he was too stupefied and relieved to protest.

“Just get her back to a colder environment,” Undyne eventually said, taking up and shoving Murdermallow into Sans’ arms. He almost fell over at the unexpected weight, but managed to keep his balance. “I’ll call Alphys and tell her you won’t be coming over.”

“Thanks,” Sans mumbled, and the brother began the journey home.

Next time Alphys would have to come to Snowdin, no matter how much she hated the cold. He would not take Murdermallow back to Hotland ever again.

-

Murdermallow growled at the fish monsters in front of her. Tall Friend was lying on the ground, unresponsive. He wouldn’t even react when she liked his face. Normally he’d laugh when she did that, mostly because Best Friend didn’t like it. The fishes had hurt Tall Friend, made him bleed. Made him pass out. She bared her teeth at them. They weren’t allowed to hurt her Family.

The Short Fish laughed. It was not a nice laugh, like when Best Friend or Smoke Friend laughed together. Murdermallow snapped the air when they got closer. Not another step. They didn’t listen. Tall Friend let out a pained groan, but didn’t wake up. She glanced at him in worry.

Then the Fishes got too close. She lunged, burying her teeth into Tall Fish’s arm. It snapped – broken. Lizard Friend had taught her that. Lizard Friend had taught her lots. She growled again as the Tall Fish screamed in pain, and attacked.

…

Sans paced the living room, frantic in worry. Papyrus and Murdermallow should’ve been home an hour ago. They’d just gone to vaccinate Murdermallow at the Lab. Why weren’t they back yet? His soul beat loudly as he tried to reason with himself. They were fine. Just got distracted at Undyne’s – never mind the fact that the brothers always called each other if the schedule got changed.

There was a loud knocking on the door, and he jerked in surprise before taking a deep breath. Whoever it was couldn’t see him this scared. He forced himself to change the worry on his face to a frown and opened the door.

It was Snowball, one of the Rabbit guards. He had a stressed countenance.

“Lieutenant!” He quickly greeted with a salute before continuing. “It’s your brother. At the edge of town. He’s hurt.”

“WHAT?!” Sans swallowed, fighting to not show too much concern. “SHOW THE WAY, AND HURRY THE FUCK UP.”

Snowball nodded, and Sans didn’t even bother to lock the door before they began to run through Snowdin. At the edge of town, the border to Waterfall, Sans couldn’t help but let out a small, quiet cry of horror.

Papyrus was unconscious, half-lying on Murdermallow’s back. He was covered in marrow, and quiet whimpers were the only sign of him still being alive.

“BROTHER!” He ran up to them. Luckily the only ones there was the Rabbit Unit, and he trusted them more than any other in town. They kept all civilians away. Sans was sweating as he felt for a pulse, letting out a relieved breath as he found it. He ripped off Papyrus’ coat and shirt, only to be met by the sight of mutilated ribs. “SOMEONE GET UNDYNE HERE!” he ordered while grabbing his brother, putting all his healing magic in it.

Murdermallow stood completely still, almost frozen, during the entire time.

…

Sans leaned back against the dog as he tried to keep calm. There was still marrow in her fur, and normally he’d clean it away immediately, but he couldn’t. Not until he knew his baby brother would be okay. Murdermallow licked him.

“Thank you,” he whispered to her, wiping away a tear forcing its way into his socket despite his furious decision that he would not cry. She yipped quietly and licked his cheek. He didn’t even care about getting her spit in his face.

The door opened, and Undyne walked out. Sans sat straight, staring at her. He wasn’t breathing.

“He’ll be okay,” she promised, smiling in relief. Papyrus was her best friend, after all. “He’s sleeping. I think Mally saved his life.”

Sans let out a breath he hadn’t know he was holding, and flew to his feet. He hurried into his brother’s bedroom, Murdermallow at his heels. Papyrus was lying on the bed, and he was bandaged up and bruised.  Despite that, he was resting easily and seemed to no longer be in pain.

Sans sank down on the chair next to the bed, and Murdermallow jumped up in the bed, lying at Papyrus’ feet. Another, lonely tear dripped down his face.

“Thank the stars I kept you, Murdermallow,” was all he said, stroking Papyrus’ face softly.

-

Razz laughed maliciously as two of the rabbits squeaked in fear before scampering off, Murdermallow at their heels. Red joined in, staring after them with amusement in his eyelights.

“that oughta teach ‘em ta show some respect,” he wheezed out. “mally’s th’ best.”

“STOP WITH THAT INFERNAL NICKNAME,” Razz growled, but without any bite. He was grinning too widely for that. In the distance, Bluebell whimpered as the dog bit his ankles lightly. She wouldn’t hurt them, but Razz had found this was a great way to punish the unit for any disrespect or disobedience they displayed. Humiliating, but enough to make them unable to perform their duties afterwards, and not humiliating enough to make the residents of Snowdin loose respect for them. He smirked. “BUT I’M GLAD YOU’RE SAYING THAT, BECAUSE TOMORROW I’LL SEND HER OVER. SLIM AND UNDYNE ARE BUSY AT THE LAB AND ALPHYS AND I ARE MEETING WITH HER MAJESTY.”

Red groaned. He was the default babysitter for Murdermallow, ever since he practically renamed her. Slim joked and called him her ‘uncle’. Razz laughed again, more amused than cruel this time, and elbowed him lightly.

“YOU KNOW YOU LOVE HER,” he teased, and Red snorted. He gave the shorter a half-smile.

“guess i can’t deny that.” He shrugged.

“THEN IT’S DECIDED?”

“ya mean i had a choice?” Red faked shock, slapping his open hand over his chest and staring at Razz with wide sockets. Razz scowled, but there was laughter in his eyelights. Murdermallow returned to them, happily giving her owner a piece of the rabbit’s clothing. Razz ruffled her fur, and she licked their hands.

“GOOD GIRL.”

Parts of the dialogue is taken from mine and Kyuko's chat as we created this sweetheart. These lines are from her: "Murdermallow." "Sans, that's hardly a name..." "Murder. Mallow." - "Also, dogs are very sensitive to noises, you know that, right?" - "Does Mally look like he cares?" - "Oh... Well, Murdermallow still fits!" "Because it's not a name." "Shut up."

[thank-you-for-the-vampire-money]

MORE THAN JUST A SPARK

Request: N/A

A/N:  I said I would write this for one of @bucky-plums-barnes fuffly Friday anons asking for a Lance x Plussize!reader.  So… here ya go!  Hope you enjoy!

Lance x plussize!reader

Word count: 2056

Summary:  You’re pretty much over not being thin, you’re beautiful just the way you are!  But words can still hurt…

Warnings:  Lance being a dick, accidental bullying (body shaming), insults, mentions bullying, mentions of sex, drunkenness, FLUFFY APOLOGY AND ENDING

(GIF not mine)

You were big.  You were big and you knew it, there was no getting around it.  You were always this way, that’s just how your body was. You had big shoulders, big thighs, big ass, big belly, big boobs, that’s how you were built, no denying it.  Thing is, you weren’t ashamed of it.

Yes, when you were younger, you were made fun of and bullied for your size, yes, there were many condescending comments thrown your way by various relatives, and yes, boys often treated you like pity projects.  When you were younger, you were ashamed of your voluptuous body and you tried to hide it. You always wore baggy clothing, sweatpants were your best friend, and hoodies were an addiction.

All your life you had been told you were fat. “Ugly!” “Fat!” “Pig!” were familiar words to your ears.  Every day, your mom or your aunt would passive-aggressively tell you to lose weight or eat healthier.  Everyday mean girls at school would whisper to each other as if you couldn't hear. It was normal, you were used to it. But, just because you were, used to it, didn’t mean it didn’t hurt.  A lot of the time, you would spend your days on the verge of tears, wishing you had a tub of feel-better-ice-cream.

All this was a waking nightmare… until you decided enough was enough.  You decided it was time to stop pitying yourself and start loving your rockin’ bod! Your body loves you, so you started loving it back.

You started exercising a bit more, you were eating healthier, and you were feeling much more confident!  But, even with all the healthy habits, you still had quite a bit of chub clinging to your body.

There’s wasn’t anything wrong with you, your bad health habits weren’t the whole cause of you being overweight, it was just how your wonderful body was built.

When you realized that, you started loving your body even more!  You weren’t fat, you were just big and beautiful, you were soft and cuddly, voluptuous and sexy, and just an overall dynamite gal!

A few years down the line, you started dating. It was just as you expected; men would be drawn in by your confidence, but, for some reason, their tiny, small-minded brains could not make it passed the fact that you weren’t a size negative seven.  Yeah, it hurt, but, if they couldn’t accept you, they didn’t deserve you.  Screw them and their impossible beauty standards!

After a string of disaster dates, you decided to take a break from dating for a while.  Which was good, because a month after that, you met him.  Yup!  You met Lance “the fucker” Tucker.

Now, most girls would have fallen at his feet with their legs spread and mouths open, but not you.  No, you decided this fuckboy had to work if he wanted a chance with you.

You would have thought Lance would have given up and moved on once he found you weren’t a swooning ditz waiting to be fucked by him.  But no, he actually put time and effort into you.  He’d bring you flowers, he’d take you on sweet dinner dates and picnics, and before you know, you two are in a happy, healthy relationship and you’ve been dating ever since.

He loved you so much!  He felt proud of himself that he was able to earn a girl’s heart, instead of having it thrown at him.  Because he worked so hard for you, he was always giving you love and affection. Lots of kisses, hugs, (sex), gifts, cuddling, and/ or date nights, were a daily occurrence.  But the best part was, he loved your body, possibly more than you did.  He thought you were Aphrodite herself he thought you were so beautiful!

 Tonight, you and Lance were attending an after party with all his fellow teammates and gymnasts.  It was a real classy shebang, so you were both dressed to the nines, putting everyone else to shame.

He was in a classic tux, with a powder-blue tie and pocket square.  But you, you were in a sassy, classy blue dress of the same color.  It was a cute, off-the-shoulder number with a regal, flowing skirt and well-placed twists of fabric in the back.  You thought you looked quite sexy- a total jaw-dropper.

When you asked Lance how you looked, he couldn’t even speak.  He just babbled like a confused two-year-old.  You just laughed and said, “I’ll take that as a compliment,”.

 Now, you and he were just chatting with Lance’s friends, talking about menial things such as family life and training.  The entire time, Lance held you close to his side, subtly showing you off to the room.  You felt proud that Lance wanted to brag about you, it made you feel appreciated.

As you were all talking, getting a little tipsy, somehow the conversation took a turn to you and Lance’s relationship. “How did a girl like that end up with you?” Paul, one of Lance’s teammates slurred, nearly spilling his red wine all over his clean tux.  Lance just shrugged, giving a bouncing laugh, “I dunno, man” he lisped, hanging off you like a dizzy sloth, trying not to fall out of a tree.   He was being a bit embarrassing, to be honest, but, it wasn’t something to get too mad about.

Lance giggled drunkenly before speaking again, “I mean, I could have any girl I want!  A supermodel, a movie star, but I settle down for a chubby, fat chick,”. Okay, that was something to get mad about.  “Sometimes I think to myself, ‘Lance, is she even good enough for you?’”.  Okay, he was being really hurtful!  “Then I realize, I actually had to work for her fat ass!  So, I ain’t given this up for a while… get my work’s worth out of it,” Lance hiccuped, taking another gulp of Champaign.

You didn’t know how to react.  Yeah, you’ve learned how to deal with the haters, you’ve learned how to let insults roll off your shoulders, but you trusted Lance! You have been so open and vulnerable with him and he basically spit in your face!

You tried to hold back your tears as you pried yourself away from Lance.  “Well, if that’s what you really think,” you squeaked, pushing him away and running outside. As soon as you were out of view from the rest of the party-goers, you let your tears fall.  You cried and sobbed, feeling so betrayed.  Was that really what your boyfriend thought of you?  Were all those slow nights and ‘I love yous’ a lie?

You called and Uber and waited by the curb for them to arrive.  Lance came stumbling behind you after a few minutes.  “Wh-ah happened?” he slurred, trying to get his act together, “I thought we were having fun?”.  You didn’t even hesitate to slap him clear across the face, leaving a stinging red mark on his cheek.  “Did you not hear yourself back there, Mr. high and mighty?!” you cried, your face becoming red with anger as hot tears streamed down your face, “you just blatantly insulted me, in front of your friends no less!”

Lance had no idea what to do.  His eyes went wide and apologetic as he stuck his bottom lip out.  “B-but baby, (Y/N)-” “Don't ‘babe’ me, asshole!” you sassed, not letting his puppy-dog face make you cave.  “No, you can’t take back what you said back there,” you scolded, hearing your Uber pull up, “and if that’s what you really think, then so be it.  But I won't stand for it!”.

You stomped over to the car, letting your heels click away as Lance stood there, dumbfounded.  You settled yourself down in the car, making sure you had everything as you rolled down the window.  “By the way, I'll be staying with a friend tonight, so don’t expect me home… ever…” you spat, signaling the driver to get going.

 Opening the little door to the mailbox, you got the mail out for Livy.  After Lance’s little slip, you had been living with your friend, Livy.  She graciously let you stay, letting you cry on her shoulder and eat her ice cream to get over Lance and his stupidity.

Flipping through the mail as you walked back up the driveway to the house, you saw yet another letter from Lance.  “Ugh,” you groaned, placing the rest of the mail on the counter and shuffling into the living room.  Livy looked up from her book to see the familiar name on the pink envelope.  “Again!?” she shrieked, giving the most confused ‘wtf’ look, “that’s the fourth one this week!  When is he gonna realize it’s over?”.  You plopped down next to your friend you tore the envelope, and its contents, to pieces, throwing it away in the trash can by the couch.

It had been over two weeks since you and Lance were at that damn party, but he was still trying to get you to move back with him. He sent you flowers you left to die, candy you never ate, letters you never read, texts you never saw, and calls you never answered.  Surprisingly, he hadn’t tried Facebook messaging you yet.  Though, that probably wasn't too far off.

 The doorbell rang, and with a groan, you got up to get it.  It was probably another one of Lance’s dumb candygrams.  You opened the door and lo and behold, it was the asshole himself; Lance fucking Tucker.  You rolled your eyes.

“What the fuck do you want, Tucker?” you spat, slumping a little, showing him you were in no mood for him or his stupid shenanigans.  Lance shoved his hands in his pockets after he took off his dark, douchebag sunglasses. “I came here to apologize…” he sighed. You briefly raised your eyebrows in suspicion, as if to say ‘yeah right’.

Seeing that he wasn’t going to leave without talking to you, you stepped out of the house, onto the porch to speak with him privately.  “Continue…” you huffed, crossing your arms and jutting out your hip.

Lance took a deep breath before speaking. “(Y/N), I’m sorry.  I’m sorry I spoke about you the way I did, especially in front of my friends.  It was mean, it was disrespectful, it was very selfish of me, and I should not have spoken about you like that,” he started, trying to look you in the eye, but you refused, “but what I said back there I- I didn’t mean it, I really didn’t! That doesn’t excuse my poor behavior, but I truly do find you to be the most beautiful, wonderful, and sexiest woman alive!  Now, I don’t expect you to believe me right away, what I said was deplorable and it will take time for you to forgive me, and I am willing to wait and work for your forgiveness.  I was… I was being a pompous dick and I’m sorry… will you try to forgive me?”.

You were nearly in tears, you were feeling too much!  You were mad, you were relieved, you were insulted, you were so confused, it was very overwhelming.

Lance saw that you were about to cry and invited you into his arms.  You gladly accepted.  You leaned into his broad chest, letting yourself cry and get everything out. “what you said really hurt me, I trusted you!”  You sobbed, half-heartedly punching him in the chest.  

Lance kissed the top of your head.  “I know it was, and I’m so, so sorry!” he apologized, holding you closely, “but I love you and I want to work my way back to you and your forgiveness,”.

Hugging Lance closely, you nodded.  “I’ll try to forgive you, I want to forgive you,” you muttered, nuzzling into his chest, feeling safe in his arms again.

“I love you baby,”

“I love you too, asshole,”

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[anamorales]

Acai you, summer

Hi friends! Hope you’re having a lovely week. I had so much fun reading your comments yesterday. Glad I’m not the only one who Googles everything all day long.

Summer is officially here!

Here’s the girls on their first day of school,

and here they are yesterday!

I can’t believe how much they’ve grown and learned this year. We spent a majority of their school year with the Pilot away, and the girls still flourished even though we were all missing him. I’m SO.EXCITED for summer. We have lots of fun stuff on the horizon: vacations, family bbqs, camps, swimming for hours each day, and the best part:

no alarms.

We made Livi’s lunch every day this year for school – she didn’t buy school lunch because a few moms have told me it’s horrible. It was a lot of mornings of rushing around the house, braiding hair, saying, “We’re going to be late!” at least 80 times, and racing out the door. I’m not going to miss any of that haha. I feel so excited to have some time to slow down and enjoy the morning. Today, we’re off to the mall and heading to the pool when it warms up. 

Yesterday was a low-key day. I was feeling significantly better from the cold, so I ran a couple of errands in the morning, then when P was done with school, we met up with friends for celebratory acai bowls and smoothies. We hung out in the courtyard for a bit, stopped into Mildred & Dildred, then came home for naptime. 

  Dinner was the classic Harney cobb: romaine, grilled chicken, turkey bacon, boiled egg, olives, tomatoes, cucumber, avocado, and Primal Kitchen Ranch.

Our lil veggie garden is flourishing, so I’m looking forward to the day when we can step outside and gather the ingredients to make a salad.

Right now, we have basil, carrots, zucchini, bell pepper, tomatoes, spinach, and arugula. I had planted rosemary and mint, too, but so many people on IG let me know that mint is best in its own pot or it will take over everything else. The zucchini is already going crazy!

I also planted some flowers by our succulents, and am shocked that they’re still alive. The red flowering plant is a sun parasol and I’d love to get a few more. 

For today, I’d love to know what you’re most excited about this summer. Any vacations planned? Also, Summer Shape Up will be here towards the end of June, so get ready for that. I’ll have some workout ideas you can do in the meantime up on Monday.

Have a great day and I’ll see ya in the morning with some faves.

xo

Gina

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[lapetitemortdelalivia]

[wristic]

Okay so, I'm new to the Sister Wives (heyyy!) and I LOVE your writing for Vikings (actually, al of it, but whatever), especially your Ivar series. Which brings me to my little question! I'm looking at doing something where the character comes from a Celtic background and I was wondering if you had any reference suggestions? I don't want to fling anything out there that sounds absolutely, totally ridiculous, lol! 🤦🏻‍♀️😂

Well first off Welcome to the Filthy Pain Train! (should it be chariot? doesn’t have that nice a ring to it tho) And thank you for enjoying my work! 

“I don't want to fling anything out there that sounds absolutely, totally ridiculous”  *coughs uncomfortably* yeah yeah I hear ya, I t-totally didn’t throw things out there myself on occasion...

Thing is about the druids, the Celts, the Picts, is that pagan practice and religion was mostly wiped out by Christianization. It was only recently with neo-paganism that it was brought back and romanticized so when you do research you can get a lot of conflicting guesses and speculations on what could have been. You see, The Romans came up to old England, busted down the door and screamed, “HAVE YOU HEARD OF OUR LORD AND SAVIOR JESUS CHRIST!?” and with that began the destruction and withering away of the druid practice. It was a long process spanning over centuries, and recording didn’t happen until after the arrival so it’s all very shifty ground to stand on.

For instance, amongst the country itself there are many similar gods and heroes with slightly different names, looking at the Wikipedia page alone can be daunting.

A personal favorite for inspiration was bouncing back and forth between The Nexus Druids and The Celtic Connection, then from there jumping to Wikipedia if I needed some more in depth description of the Gods and Goddesses I was writing about. Something to keep in mind is the number three being an important fixed number in many religions around the world, but especially with Druids. They have many triple deities, (multiple gods that...share a same spirit. Often either siblings, gathered heroes, or simply a god that splits from itself.) The Triskelion for instance is all over the place in ancient Ireland yet the truest meaning has been forgotten outside of speculation.

Animal sacrifices were common as blessings and protection of houses and lands (people are still finding dead cats under their estates), but human sacrifice is highly debated. You see, while there are eye witness accounts by Julius Caesar of the practice, I’ve read in a few places (that I frustratingly can’t seem to find) that no one has really found definitive evidence of human sacrifice in pre-Roman England. As this link suggests, Julius Caesar had reason to start propaganda painting the Druids as barbaric compared to him, he was conquering them. Much like the English saying Vikings were dirty nasty and terrible when most weren’t taller than 6 feet due to malnourishment, bathed so often all the English ladies were after them, and took great pride in manicuring themselves. BUT ITS JUST SO MUCH FUN TO WRITE THE DARK AND THE DIRTY SO DO IT ANYWAY IF YOU WANT! 

To help with characterization, the women back then were the shit, and yes, there are accounts of Pict warrior women and Queens. This page is hard to read so I’ll just highlight my favorite passages:

“In some early Celtic tribes the descendence of the mother seems to have been predominate and the women seem to have been free, proud and sexually rather promiscuous. Caesar reports, that in Brittany some women shared several husbands among each other. When rebuked by the Empress Julia Augusta because of her loose morals, the wife of the Caledonic Prince Argentocoxus answered: "We fulfill the necessity of nature much better than Roman women do, for we have intercourse openly with the best, whereas you are abused secretly by the least."

“(After he raped her) He then offered, to assuage his shame, to ransom her back to her people, sending one of her slaves, also a captive, with the message. Her countrymen came to the appointed place with the ransom, The exchange took place on a riverbank in neutral territory. When the centurion was busy picking up his gold, Chiomara assented, with a nod, according to Plutarch, or by speaking to them in their own language, according to Livy - that her kinsmen were to cut off his head. She then took his head in Celtic fashion to her husband, in the folds of her dress.” (yeah fun fact, cutting off heads and presenting them was common and a mark of victorious pride)

"A whole troop of foreigners would not withstand a single Celt if he called his wife to his assistance. The wife is even more formidable. She is usually very strong. She begins to strike blows mingled with kicks as if they were missiles from a catapult...The voices of these women are formidable and threatening, even when they're being friendly."

"The women of the Celtic tribes are bigger and stronger than our Roman women. This is most likely due to their natures as well as their peculiar fondness for all things martial and robust. The flaxen haired maidens of the north are trained in sports and war while our gentle ladies are content to do their womanly duties and thus are less powerful than most young girls from Gaul and the hinterlands."

In hindsight it probably wouldn’t be shocking if your Celtic lady hides a dirk under her skirts.

When writing characters with heavy druidic and Celtic backgrounds you have to acknowledge that by the shows standards Druidism is long gone, pushed out and if it’s surviving, it does so reclusively and in secret. (I read somewhere that some of the folklore myths may have been started by people practicing in secret to keep outsiders away from their sacred woods). That stigma probably would exist between the thriving druidic celt and the christian saxon. 

And you can totally play things loosey goosey when it comes to writing about them. The show itself does so all the time (like the brothers in the show are not at all the brothers in the saga) Ivar could have very well been nicknamed Boneless because he was asexual and had nothing to do with his legs. They aren’t even sure Boneless is the proper translation. So when writing, take ideas, experiment with them, have fun, you are far from the only person whose making things up for a more impressive story!

If anyone wants to add or correct me go right ahead! Things like these are super fun to learn and help give all kinds of inspiration to fellow writers!!

[notnormalmydude]

Let's meet again ok? --------------------------------------- Ty: Alright munchkin bring it in Lillie: Gah, ok ok... Ty: Everyone wanted to be here but... Lillie: No its ok, I only got a few minutes before the boat leaves after all! Also I have a ton of paperwork to do if I'm gonna get in school Ty: Burnet and 'Livi would probably fight ya hehe... Take care ok Lillie? Lillie: Hau... Hau: I'm gonna write you so many letters! And maybe I'll visit Kanto to see ya! And- Lillie: -kiss Hau cheek- I'd like to get a letter from you Hau c: Someday when I come back I'll take you up on that date to the malasada shop Hau: :'c Lillie: C'mon Nebby... Nebby: >n> Lillie: Nebby, get in this hug Nebby: QAQ -cling- Lillie: I know, I'll miss you too! You promise to behave for everyone ok? Nebby: ewe Lillie: That's a hard maybe but I'll take it! I love you, Nebby. Please take care Lillie: Alola you two! Til we meet again! Ty: There goes our girl Hau! Bet she'll be the best at whatever she's settin' her mind to eh? Hau: I feel like my heart has a stomachache ;m; Ty: Yeah buddy, me too -pat pat-

[conorpmaynard]

All Started With a Song Part 7// Conor Maynard

Word Count-  1852

Summary- conor sees your cover and contacts you

A/n- (feel free to change the friends name I was just too lazy to write y/f/n that may times) so sorry it took so long. i was at my friends and couldnt get time to post. heres part 7. i hope you enjoy. im also not going to lie ot you guys, i have no idea when part 8 will be up. this is laos the longest imagine ive written so far!

~~

You groaned as you rolled over in your bed, the loud noise filling your ears. Your alarm was going off. You slowly reached your hand out from under the blankets and shut it off. You were so tired but you knew you needed to get up. It was currently midnight. You needed to pack everything into the car, get to the airport and get everything checked in by 2:30.

You reluctantly got out of your oh-so-warm bed and walked to the guest room.

“Ali, get up. We have to get ready,” you whispered, lighting shaking the brunette.

You walked to the other side of the bed, “Livy, c’mon. We have to get ready.”

“Why did we stay up last night? We’re so dumb,” Alice groaned, sitting up.

“I regret it so much,” Olivia whined, pulling the blanket over her head.

You laughed lightly, grabbing the blanket and ripping it off the bed.

“You bitch! What did I ever do to you?!” Olivia shrieked.

“Get up you lazy bums. I’m making breakfast,” you said walking out to the kitchen.

“By making do you mean getting the cereal and bowls out?” Alice smiled, following you.

“And the milk!” you retorted.

“Hey Liv, can you bring me some Ibuprofen? My head is killing me,” Alice lightly shouted. A few moments later the blonde came out with a bottle of pills.

“Why did we do that last night?” She groaned.

“Because we’re dumb and immature,” you laughed.

“Not so loud please,” Alice whispered, swallowing 2 of the pills.

“Sorry,” you gave her a smile. “Maybe some Cheerios will help.” You passed her a bowl full of her favorite cereal.

“Oh my god,” she moaned as she took a bite. “God is real.”

You and Olivia laughed.

“Did we take any videos from last night?” you asked, handing Olivia her bowl.

“Let me check,” she took a spoonful of cereal while opening her camera roll. “Oh. My. God.”

“What?” you and Alice asked in unison.

“Look,” she had a weird look on her face when she handed you her phone.

You looked at the screen, mouth wide open.

You were stood on your bed, in an old t shirt and booty shorts. You were clearly drunk and very happy.

“Y/n!” shouted Alice. “Give your bae a quick shootout!”

“Yeah!” Olivia giggled, her grip on the phone shaky.

“I don’t have a bae,” you said sadly. “But I will give a shout out. Shout out to Conor Maynard for being a grade A asshole.” You hoisted the bottle of beer in your hand into the air. “You really know how to treat a girl. Hope your mommy’s proud of you.” You kneeled on the bed and got really close to the camera.

“Oh, and I think I might love you…” you said quietly. And then the video ended.

You stood there, not realizing the tears that had shed down your cheeks.

“Oh babe,” Olivia wrapped you in a hug. “I’m sorry.”

“No. Don’t feel bad. I was drunk, I said something I didn’t mean.” You lied through your teeth, hoping they would believe you. “We’re going to LA in a few hours, we should be happy!”

“Speaking of that, we should really get ready.”

“Oh crap,” Alice said looking at the clock. “It’s already 12:45.”

You three quickly washed your dishes and rushed to the bathroom. You guys spent the next 45 minutes getting ready, jamming out to music and packing your essentials into your carry ons.

By 1:30 you three were stood at your door, making sure you had everything.

“Carry ons?” you asked.

“Check!”

“Check,” Olivia placed her hands around the straps of her backpack.

“Phone and charger?”

“Got them both,” Alice said phone in hand.

“Where’s your charger?” you asked.

“In my bag.”

“Prove it.”

She sighed, “Yes mom.” She took her backpack off, opening the front pocket to reveal her various chargers.

“Olivia?”

“Check and check, “she had her charger in one hand, phone in the other.

“Makeup?”

“We packed all of it into yours.”

“Oh right. I have the necessities, Liv has the snacks and you have the activities,” you pointed at Alice who nodded.

“Suit case?”

“You can see them!” Olivia chuckled.

“I’m just going through the list we made!”

“Computers?”

“Yes! We both have them! Can we please go now?”

“Yes! Let’s go!!” you squealed, shooing them out the door. You placed the key in the lock and turned it. “Hold on, I need to do one more thing.”

“What?”

You ignored their questioning looks as you walked across the hallway, knocking on the door. The door opened faster than any of you expected.

“Mornin’,” said the very attractive young male who just happened to be shirtless.

“Hey Alex, here’s the key. Feel free to eat any food you find and use my Netflix.” You smiled, handing him the key.

“No problem,” he smiled, leaning against the door for support. “What exactly am I doing again?”

You chuckled, “Just making sure no one breaks in.”

“Right,” he straightening himself. “I can do that.”

“Thanks again,” you reach up and kissed him on the cheek. “I owe you.”

He smirked and closed the door. You turned around to two girls gawking at you.

“What the hell was that?” Olivia asked.

“That’s my neighbor Alex,” you said, grabbing your suitcase and beginning the long walk to the elevator.

“Why have you never mentioned him?” Alice asked, following you.

“Never came up, I guess,” you shrugged, approaching the elevator.

“Can we also talk about how its Alex. As in Jack Maynard’s friend Alex.” Olivia trailed off.

You laughed, pressing the elevator button, “It’s not a big deal guys. He doesn’t really socialize with anyone but the boys.”

“Have you guys hung out?” Alice pestered, following you into the elevator.

“Once, but it was when I first moved it last year. He was nice, but then had to leave cuz Abe needed help with someone. We just never clicked,” you shrugged once more.

“Why are you not freaking out?” Olivia questioned.

“Because I wasn’t going to use him to get to Conor, so why try? Yeah he’s nice and stuff, but I’m not that kind of person. Also he’d find out sooner or later that I’m a fan of him and his best friends.”

“You have a point, but I would have been all over that,” Alice laughed.

“Do you want his number?” you joked.

“You have it?” she gawked.

“No,” you laughed. “I just wanted to see your reaction.”

~~

It took you girls a solid 10 minutes to figure out how to get everything in the car, it was like a giant version of Tetris.

The car ride was full of out-of-tuned singing and dirty looks from people who were stuck at the stoplight next to you.

When you finally got to the airport you parked in the long term parking and walked inside. It took about 20 minutes to get through security. You had to stop and beg the security to let you take the snacks on the 11 hour flight, which they eventually allowed.

You stopped by a Starbucks because you were all running on about 2 hours of sleep.

“Guys look!” Olivia smiled, pointing out the large windows that displayed all the airplanes.

“Let’s get a picture!” you giggled.

“Hi, could you please take a few photos of us?” Alice asked a teenage girl.

“Sure!” she smiled a big toothy smile and took the phone.

You guys took some facing away from the camera, some facing the camera and some sitting on the ground. After thanking the girl, you exchanged pictures.

While you were sat at Gate 4 waiting for your flight to LA, Conor was an absolute mess.

~~

“I fucked up mate,” Conor sighed, spreading across the couch.

“And I don’t feel bad,” Jack said annoyed. Conor did this to himself.

“What do I do?” he asked his younger brother.

“Let her go. Bro you lost her, just accept that.” His brother sighed, pausing the game to give Conor his full attention

“I can’t,” Conor sat up, squeezing a pillow tight to his chest. “I like her a lot.”

“Then why did you ‘forget’?” Jack asked, using the finger quotes when necessary.

“Because I was jealous, I wanted to make her jealous. But I regret it,” he groaned, slamming his head into the pillow.

“If you regret it, why did you unadd her on everything?”

“I don’t know, I was upset that I just let her leave.”

“Bro, you’re so fucking stupid.” And with that Jack got up and went to his room.

Leaving Conor by himself while he was sad was a bad idea. He always did things he would later regret. And this time was no different, he opened his phone and went to Instagram. One lil peek wouldn’t hurt.

Yes it would.

He typed in your username and noticed you had a new picture. The picture was of you and two girls, the same two girls from your previous post, in front of a giant window of what looked like an airport. All three of you were in a squatting position. Alice and Olivia had their fingers pointing at the camera and you were in the middle, hands in prayer formation.

His eyebrows knit together in confusion as he read the caption.

@y/i/n/

spontaneous vacay with my besties? i think yes!

Where were you going? Why? Who were you going to see there? What were you going to do? He clicked the picture and went to the brunette’s, Alice, page. He was even more upset after seeing her post.

@aliiibooo

a spoon full of travel makes the sadness go away

Her picture was off you three, once again in front of the giant window. But this time you were in the middle, one arm wrapped around each girl. Alice was throwing up a peace sign and the blonde, Olivia, had her hand on your face, squishing your cheeks together. He once again clicked on the picture, this time going to Olivia’s page.

Her post was of you three facing away from the camera. Conor couldn’t see your face but he knew you looked beautiful.

@oliviaaaaaa

LA, we’re coming for ya ;)

California? Why were you going to California? What was in California that wasn’t in London?

Lots of things you idiot.

Conor was half tempted to message you about it. But then he got a call.

Incoming call: Anth

Anth? Why was Anth calling him?

“Hey bro, what’s up?” Conor asked, curiosity filling him as he laid back on the couch.

“Before I tell you anything, you have to promise not to get mad or do anything stupid,” Anth said slowly.

“What are you on about?” Conor chuckled.

“Promise me,” there was no laughter in Anth’s voice.

“Okay… I promise. Now tell me what’s going on,” he sat up again.

“Y/n is coming to LA to do a cover with me,” Anth said quickly, fear consuming him.

It took Conor a few seconds to respond but Anth never expected him to say what he did.

[okwilliamson]

should be doing homework but im sexting my boy and answering survey questions

1. Who was the last person you held hands with? - ummm i really dont know, syd, seany, evie, luke or bae at home lol 

2. Are you outgoing or shy? - mostly shy but when something i want is in the sights i might as well be outgoing to get what i want 

3. Who are you looking forward to seeing? - BAE 

4. Are you easy to get along with? - I think i am easy to get along with, i look mean at first i think and i have trouble controlling my facial expressions lmfao 

5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you? - yeah i think so 

6. What kind of people are you attracted to? -  fucked up sad boys who will crush my heart / boys in general im straight af to clarify/ but boys with big lips and nice eyes / someone whos funny / someone who will watch shitty movies w me/ BUT if this is just about people in general im attracted to shit lords like myself 

7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now? - um actually maybe? 

8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind? - my bab 

9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable? - no i love talking about sex 

10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with? - umm i have deep convos with everyone lol so probs today with syd and clayton 

11. What does the most recent text that you sent say? - ‘omw’ 

12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now? - oh sheesh idk ive been listening to throwback shit from middle school and also hamilton 

13. Do you like it when people play with your hair?- honestly the thing i like most in the world 

14. Do you believe in luck and miracles? - luck yes, miracles not really bc i feel like that has a religious connotation 

15. What good thing happened this summer? -  i slept with someone new 

16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again? - would i? yes...should i? not at all lol 

17. Do you think there is life on other planets? - there has to be right 

18. Do you still talk to your first crush? - bro what how would that even be possible 

19. Do you like bubble baths?- yeaaaa but never have the chance i dont have bathtubs in my dorm room 

20. Do you like your neighbors? - i dont even know my neighbors at all i know the girl next to me is named jackie and shes nice 

21. What are you bad habits? -  im a mess all the time like i dont clean up after myself, i dont even care if im living in trash ill just keep adding more trash to the pile. i dont shower enough lol, and im obsessive 

22. Where would you like to travel? -  anywhere!! i wanna go west 

23. Do you have trust issues? - yes kinda, i have a hard time being vulnerable with people bc i build up this wall to keep myself hard and safe away from potential sadness x d 

24. Favorite part of your daily routine? - umm makeup probably :) 

25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with? - probs my double chin lmfao but i can take selfies and look good anyways 

26. What do you do when you wake up? - i like have to pee as soon as i wake up 

27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker? -  im good with my skin tone tbh but it would be nice to be able to tan vs burn 

28. Who are you most comfortable around? - syd, evie, luke, mik, bella, my sister 4 sure, 

29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up? -  no lol 

30. Do you ever want to get married? - ummm idk im not really like super hype to the idea but it could be cool 

31. If your hair long enough for a pony tail? -  ya girl has a buzz cut lol 

32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with? - wowwie idk 

33. Spell your name with your chin. - miss me w that 

34. Do you play sports? What sports? - literally no sports are like the least interesting thing in my opinion 

35. Would you rather live without TV or music? - shit idk thats so hard bc i use tv as like back ground noise a lot of the time but music helps me with everything else i cant choose 

36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them? - ummmm yes 

37. What do you say during awkward silences? - depends on why its awkward 

38. Describe your dream girl/guy? -  xd i dont need this 

39. What are your favorite stores to shop in? - lovesick, xxi?? thats about it oh and thrift stores!!!!! 

40. What do you want to do after high school? - bitc im doin it im in art school 

41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?- yes for sure i give everyone a lot of chances 

42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean? - im sick/sad/angry lol

43. Do you smile at strangers? - i try to 

44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean? - outer space 

45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning? - classes bb 

46. What are you paranoid about?- money all the time 

47. Have you ever been high? - yes lol 

48. Have you ever been drunk? - also yes 

49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about? - ummmmmm yikes idk no not really 

50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore? - green 

51. Ever wished you were someone else? - i used to but not recently 

52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself? - work ethic 

53. Favourite makeup brand? - sheesh i think jeffree star cosmetics & lime crime 

54. Favourite store? - not sure 

55. Favourite blog? - probs claudias 

56. Favourite colour?- pink 

57. Favourite food? - pizza i think 

58. Last thing you ate? - pizza lol

59. First thing you ate this morning?- i didnt eat this morning 

60. Ever won a competition? For what? - no i dony think so 

61. Been suspended/expelled? For what?- nah 

62. Been arrested? For what?- nope 

63. Ever been in love? - i believe so! i fall in love with people all the time lol 

64. Tell us the story of your first kiss?- i was in 8th grade and his name was garrett and he was my first bf ever and we kissed on my front porch it was very cliche 

65. Are you hungry right now? - for the first time in a while actually yes 

66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends? - literally no i dont really have tumblr friends 

67. Facebook or Twitter? - twitter 68. Twitter or Tumblr? - this is tough bc i frequent both but probs tumblr 

69. Are you watching tv right now? - nope

70. Names of your bestfriends? - claudia, syd, evie, luke, mik, bella 

71. Craving something? What? - HUMMUS 

72. What colour are your towels? - one is like peachy and the other one is purple but i never use that one bc i cleaned up fruit juice off the floor w it and never cleaned it lol 

72. How many pillows do you sleep with? - a lot like 3 pillows and i use blankets as like body pillows for that snuggly vibe 

73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals? - just one hello kitty lol 

74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have? - total i have quite a few but i dont bring them to school with me 

75. Favourite animal? - ummm i really dont know tbh 

76. What colour is your underwear? - black 

77. Chocolate or Vanilla? vanilla for ice cream / chocolate for like cupcakes or cake 

78. Favourite ice cream flavour? - tbh mint choco chip or phish food by ben and jerrys 

79. What colour shirt are you wearing? - currently just chilling in my bra fam 

80. What colour pants? - black leggings lol 

81. Favourite tv show? - right now the office for sure / but also my 600 lb life 

82. Favourite movie? -  i have so many , django unchained, perks of being a wallflower, across the universe, i lowkey love the twilight series?? idk im not well versed in classic film just shitty films that have a special place in my heart 

83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2? - this is an ugly quest but the original mean girls 4 sure 

84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street? - mean girls lmao 

85. Favourite character from Mean Girls? -janice lol 

86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo? - bro idk finding nemo is not something i think about a lot lolol but probs the badass fish jawn w his ripped up fin 

87. First person you talked to today?- my sister 

88. Last person you talked to today?- just now syd 

89. Name a person you hate? - donald trump 

90. Name a person you love? - claudia <3 

91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now? - um not currently except maybe if my illness was personified then i would punch that bitch 

92. In a fight with someone? - i dont fight w people lol 

93. How many sweatpants do you have? - literally 1 pair i think 

94. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have? - SO many lol 

95. Last movie you watched? - twilight last night lol 

96. Favourite actress? - hmmm, i love charlize theron, kristen stewart but not bc of twilight her other movies are fire 

  97. Favourite actor? i love tom hardy, eddie redmayne, john boyega 

98. Do you tan a lot?- not at all 

99. Have any pets?  - one cat named Bo 

100. How are you feeling? - kinda shit but ok 

101. Do you type fast? - pretty fast, working in call centers get ur typing skills on fleek lol 

102. Do you regret anything from your past? - a few things of course but at the same time whats the point in regretting things you know, it just gives you more baggage to carry around and that shit sucks 

103. Can you spell well? - for the most part i think but sometimes shits questionable lol 

104. Do you miss anyone from your past? - ummm no not really 

105. Ever been to a bonfire party? - yes i have it was a strange experience 

106. Ever broken someone’s heart? - no way bruh people break my heart all the time tho it seems lol 

107. Have you ever been on a horse? - yes but i was like 8 i think i was sooo young 

108. What should you be doing? - im chillin 

109. Is something irritating you right now? - BEING SICK  

110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt? - yessssss 

111. Do you have trust issues? - not so much trust issues but i have a hard time putting my walls down for people 

112. Who was the last person you cried in front of? - ummm syd and luke hahah 

113. What was your childhood nickname? - liv, livy, liver, livy loo ( my mom calls me this when shes salty at me) my dad has always called me scooter crunch i have no idea what thats from, or any variation sometimes its just scooter and recently he called me scooter mc crunchy and that was even a lot for me lol , oh and olive!! 

114. Have you ever been out of your province/state? - yes ive been out of ohio but not to anywhere very exciting 

115. Do you play the Wii? - i did once upon a time 

116. Are you listening to music right now? - yes frank ocean’s blond album 

117. Do you like chicken noodle soup?- i mean its fine 

118. Do you like Chinese food? - i love it but only from like select places bc mediocre chinese is always kinda a let down 

119. Favourite book? - harry potter series, perks, sula, 

120. Are you afraid of the dark?- sadly yes 

121. Are you mean? - i am sometimes lol i cant even lie 

122. Is cheating ever okay? - i dont think so 

123. Can you keep white shoes clean? - dude no 

124. Do you believe in love at first sight? - this is always a question in these 

125. Do you believe in true love? - ofc 

126. Are you currently bored? - nah im cool 

127. What makes you happy? - makeup, photography, my friends, my sister 

128. Would you change your name? - no ive never thought of something that suits me more than olivia, which is why im cool with my nicknames 

129. What your zodiac sign? - scorpio 

130. Do you like subway? - as in sandwhiches yes lol 

131. Your bestfriend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? - i would be shocked lmfao 

132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? - ummm idk ive been kind of mia recently from being sick but probs syd 

133. Favourite lyrics right now? - the whole wiped out album by the neighbourhood 

134. Can you count to one million? - ive never tried and i probably never will but on principal yes i can count 

135. Dumbest lie you ever told? umm idk that im ok? i try not to lie about trivial things but if im sad or something and someone im not comfy w asks me about it ill just be like yeh im good 

136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed? - closed i live in a dorm room lol 

137. How tall are you? -5′6 

138. Curly or Straight hair?- i have a buzz cut so neither 

139. Brunette or Blonde? - is this an opinion question bc i have blue hair so like 

140. Summer or Winter? - man im more of a fall/spring type 

141. Night or Day? - day i think 

142. Favourite month? - november but im really tired of my friends trying to kill themselves in my birthday month tbh LOL 

143. Are you a vegetarian? - no but maybe i should be so i wouldnt be so fucking sick all the time 

144. Dark, milk or white chocolate? milk 

145. Tea or Coffee? - i really like both 

146. Was today a good day? - my day hasnt even really started 

147. Mars or Snickers? - snickers i guess  148. What’s your favourite quote? - i dont really have one tbh 

149. Do you believe in ghosts? - yuh 

150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page? -  the only book i have with me is my science book and thats not interesting at all so lol imma skip this one 

[jonasmaurer]

Acai you, summer

Hi friends! Hope you’re having a lovely week. I had so much fun reading your comments yesterday. Glad I’m not the only one who Googles everything all day long.

Summer is officially here!

Here’s the girls on their first day of school,

and here they are yesterday!

I can’t believe how much they’ve grown and learned this year. We spent a majority of their school year with the Pilot away, and the girls still flourished even though we were all missing him. I’m SO.EXCITED for summer. We have lots of fun stuff on the horizon: vacations, family bbqs, camps, swimming for hours each day, and the best part:

no alarms.

We made Livi’s lunch every day this year for school – she didn’t buy school lunch because a few moms have told me it’s horrible. It was a lot of mornings of rushing around the house, braiding hair, saying, “We’re going to be late!” at least 80 times, and racing out the door. I’m not going to miss any of that haha. I feel so excited to have some time to slow down and enjoy the morning. Today, we’re off to the mall and heading to the pool when it warms up. 

Yesterday was a low-key day. I was feeling significantly better from the cold, so I ran a couple of errands in the morning, then when P was done with school, we met up with friends for celebratory acai bowls and smoothies. We hung out in the courtyard for a bit, stopped into Mildred & Dildred, then came home for naptime. 

  Dinner was the classic Harney cobb: romaine, grilled chicken, turkey bacon, boiled egg, olives, tomatoes, cucumber, avocado, and Primal Kitchen Ranch.

Our lil veggie garden is flourishing, so I’m looking forward to the day when we can step outside and gather the ingredients to make a salad.

Right now, we have basil, carrots, zucchini, bell pepper, tomatoes, spinach, and arugula. I had planted rosemary and mint, too, but so many people on IG let me know that mint is best in its own pot or it will take over everything else. The zucchini is already going crazy!

I also planted some flowers by our succulents, and am shocked that they’re still alive. The red flowering plant is a sun parasol and I’d love to get a few more. 

For today, I’d love to know what you’re most excited about this summer. Any vacations planned? Also, Summer Shape Up will be here towards the end of June, so get ready for that. I’ll have some workout ideas you can do in the meantime up on Monday.

Have a great day and I’ll see ya in the morning with some faves.

xo

Gina

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