#lol dont mind the shirt shade change

[eldritch-araneae]

Solar Wind: Chapter 1, Page 13-14

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[a-very-tired-raven]

EEEEEEE so I've been in a writing mood as of late and I needed some help for a writing prompt. One of my best Tumblr friends(@let-love-run-red go check her out!!! She writes amazing garcello fics and headcanons and is a big inspiration for me!!)helped me out! This'll be a lil angsty sorry not sorry lol

•Nothing to lose•

(Trigger warnings!:Mentions of abuse,death,homelessness, multiple past abusive relationships,and bad cigarette habbits!)

You burst out laughing for what seemed to be the 10th time day as your buddy Garcello told yet another joke. "Seriously tho cello! That one was terrible! " He shot you a wink "heh your smiling though." You tried to wipe the smirk off your face. Unsuccessfully. "Am not" you playfully swatted his arm. He just shrugs "Whatever helps you sleep at night kid."

You roll your eyes, "Hey I'm not the one wearing a long sleeved coat and Jeans in the middle of summer" You sent a playful glare. "Your absolutely nuts!" He returns your glare. "Hey at least I'm not the one who's only clothes are T-shirts,shorts and Hoodies! All you ever wear are T-shirts and shorts. Your the crazy one. I don't see how you don't ever get cold"

You smile softy as you see the way he talks with his hands moving everywhere while he rants. I mean.. you do too its just nice to see someone else not pick on you for that. Its... nice to have someone who doesn't judge you for who you are whatsoever. It's been hard,taking care of three siblings all by yourself. Most would shy aways and call you crazy weird,disgusting,freak you've heard it all. Garcello...

Garcello was different.

"Y/n?"

You snap your head up effectively cutting off your somewhat depressing thoughts. "Hm?" You look over. "Are you alright? Ya kinda zoned out on me. I mean I know I can be boring at times but I didn't know I was a snooze fest" Besides his joking banter he has a face full of worry, Beautiful golden eyes scanning your face as if searching for the answer to a murder mystery.

"Nahh your not that boring. Promise. And..yeah I'm fine. Just kinda spaced out y'know?" He nods his head in agreement. You both slow to a stop. He chuckles a bit and turns to you. "Yeah yeah I know, it's just... I recognize that look, Y/N. Believe me I do.. im sorry to be a buzz kill but.. you know you can talk to me. About anything right?" You give that soft and kind smile that melts his heart every rare occasion he gets to see it. You never smile enough..

Sure there's the joking but... genuine smiles,ones that don't cover a dark and rough interior. He knows first hand what that feels like. So.. he tries. He's tries all he can to get you to smile that genuine smile as often as can be. For both your sakes.

"I know garcy. And thank you. Glad to know it still stands." You give him a quick hug that immediately makes his cheeks warm. He's really thankful for the shade his cap gives his face right about now. "I'll see you later alright? And tell Annie I said hey!" "Alrighty will do! And get some rest tonight okay? Cya." You nod a okay and walk inside your apartment.

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------You stare holes into the ceiling. Past memories flash through your mind. Your mother, and father. You were disgusted to call them that. Helping and raising your siblings. Her...death.. being homeless..heh something both you and garcello share in common. Picking up your smoking habbit.. heh another thing. Meeting him.. These past few months.

Its been hard...but its been good. You have a roof over your head. Your four siblings are okay. You haven't seen your older brother in a while but he gave you a call. You have food, water,and.. Garcello and Annie. A smile works its was on your face.

I'm glad I met him' a soft smile works its way onto your face until you realize you thought just garcello and not both him and his sister. YES you love them both- like a family-its not like that- ugh why does thoughts have to be complicated!! You roll over,you have to get to sleep. Garcello told you to! And he said he wanted to meet up for something again. You slowly drift off.

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Garcello was antsy the whole walk to the park;the place you two agreed to meet. His face was a mad red. He had your favorite flowers and your favorite candy! Reeces pieces and snickers. He's never done anything like this before. Confessing he means. Sure he's asked a few chick's out but... Nobody important or someone he cares about, nobody like you. You changed his entire life in just the few months he's knew you.. He hopes you'll say yes. then again.. his hopes are all the way up.. who'd wanna date guy like him?

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You look up from your phone to see garcello approaching you. He's very...stressed? No... anxious? Yes Anxious for lack of a better work. With his hands behind his back...Hmmm....

"Hey cello, whatcha got there? You got murder on your mind?" You give a teasing smirk. He just immediately freezes. "I-um-uhm. No. I uh got ya somethin' if that's alright?" He very stiffly sits in front of you. He's sweating bullets. Geeze what's got him this worked up.. "Dang cello with how your acting Ida thought you were askin' me out" you give a light chuckle. He freezes completely.

"Heh uh yeah heh...um..here..you go.. I bought these. For you.. Noone else. Heh" He awkwardly places a two boxes of your favorite candy and holds out a large boutique of your favorite flowers. You freeze completely, mouth hanging open in shock."Y/N...I've liked you for a while now.. your so nice and thoughtful...and you understand me. I was maybe hoping you'd go on a date? With me?" His face is cherry red.

What. He can't be serious? Really he can't. Nobody would ever like you that. Yes you love him.. but you can't afford to love him. Caring gets you hurt. And being vulnerable gets you killed mentally as well as physically You've long sense learned this from your past three relationships

"Are you serious?..Garcello... I cant.. I can't accept this.."

Your heart sinks as you watch the hope glittering off his eyes dim

"Of course I am! Y/N I love you..." Your both standing up at this point. Your both shaking.

"And garcello... I know-i know but please-i just cant!"

"At least tell me why? Am I not enough? I thought... maybe you'd understand.." He drops the boutique. He..he knew it..your too good for him...He really does disappoint everyone..

"Garcello I just cant!can't"! You don't notice the tears spilling down your face at this point.

"But why! I love you! I really do! You mean so much to me!" You take a step back.

"Just stop! don't do that to me Garcello! Dont give me hope! Never ever give me something I want, something I want as bad as you!"

"Why" he's pleading with you so hard..please...just tell him..

"BECAUSE THEN I HAVE SOMETHING TO LOSE!" You hadn't ment to scream. Your fists are clenched and eyes shut tight, you feel as if you might collapse at any moment. Garcello's stunned into silence. "And then I'll be open to get hurt... and I just.." You let out a broken sob. "I'm just so tired of being hurt" you don't move as he engulfs you into a hug.

"And as much as I love you too.. I can't risk being vulnerable again... raising 3 siblings and protecting them so at least they can have a good childhood while you haven't even had on yourself..." You don't notice tears of his own dropping on your shirt. "Being backstabbed and left broken with Noone to fix you...I just can't do it again..." He let's out a broken whisper. "I know Y/N.. I know more than you ever will."

Your just left there hugging in silence. You've decided. You can talk it out because as you were too blind by fear. Fear of being hurt again... he's just like you,two broken puzzle pieces that fit together.

Hope yall like it! Promt idea goes to @let-love-run-red ! Go follow and check her out!

I accept any and all constructive criticism!,

[boognish-worshipper]

Remember the Rain

praying this is the final part of “Sunrise, Sunset” by the time i’m done omg ,, lamar finally talks it out with frank. i was tryna keep the titles consistent with a sky theme? wasn’t sure what to name this one at first, but i settled on naming it after a i song that i felt was sorta fitting lol ,, also lamar’s dramatic when drunk, that’s jus how it’s gonna be

oh and i included one last convo w/ that psychic lady bc each character got three opportunities to speak to her lol

//

The night Franklin and him fought was the third night in a row Lamar couldn’t sleep right. Then it became four. Then five. Six. He had hoped after the first couple days of Franklin being mad, that it’d all blow over and things would go back to normal. That he wouldn’t ever have to say anything about what he felt deep down. Even though he told himself he had to, he wouldn’t. He waited it out, and still hoped it would all just fucking blow over. That wasn’t what happened of course.

An overcast sky was spread over LS, light rain tapping against Lamar’s window. As cheesy as it was, it reflected how he felt. Another day had passed. Franklin wasn’t picking up, not even reading his texts, nothing. He called a couple times at first when the fourth day of the silent treatment occurred, then tried a few more times to contact him in the following days. It had grown into a long and sad string of texts.

franklin.

dog

plz

pick up

answer me

plz?

c’mon frank i told you i have nothin goin on with yo auntie

i wanna talk things out with you.

u ain’t let me finish explaining

text me when u read this. plz bro

He sighed. This was hopeless. He set his phone aside, still laying awake. A buzz came right after. Fucking finally, something.

fuck you

we got nothin to discuss

He didn’t know how to feel. This was fucking him up and he couldn’t think straight. He tried calling him once more, the ringing as he waited for a pick up mocking him. Voicemail yet again. How many messages had he tried leaving at this point?

for fucks sake frank pick up

u ain’t doin this to me rn

jus let me explain myself

He stared at the ceiling yet again, like it would have all the answers sprawled out for him. As he did, he focused on how the rain had picked up, coming down harder. Then he felt his phone buzz.

no

now stop blowing my phone up

i’m tryna sleep

Lamar was never one to be sensitive, but he felt so crushed right now that all he could do was cry silently to himself. He didn’t even have Chop around anymore to comfort him like he normally would whenever Lamar was going through something. Would he even see him again? He lived over at Frank’s now. Fuck. Did this mean they’d have to share custody now? If he wasn’t so upset, he most likely would’ve laughed at the idea of it. He was letting bad thoughts consume him, turning to a last minute resort of drinking to try stopping it. This kind of thing rarely happened to him, these kind of feelings weren’t common. He knew no other method of trying to stuff bad feelings down, working through a 6 pack of beer on his own, followed by a bottle of some type of random liquor. Anything to stifle the pain in his chest, although it didn’t accomplish much other than making him feel even more queasy. He left one last voicemail, choking back a sob. Or what he had thought would be the last one. He lost count.

“Franklin. Please jus’ talk to me already man. You- you believin’ what you wanna believe right now, you ain’t even givin’ me a chance. You my best fuckin’ friend, don’t that mean shit to you anymore? We.. homies n shit.” He sniffled, cringing to himself when he said the words “best friend”. Franklin was so much more than that to him.

“Ion… Ion think I can live without you in my life. You can’t hate me man that shit.. that’s fucked. This is fucked. I’m fucked.”

A strong feeling of humiliation hung around him for many reasons, one being that he was fully crying now, over the phone. He couldn’t get any lower.

“You jus’ mad right now. But you.. you won’t be, eventually. Right? Please get back to me soon. Please. I’d rather fuckin’.. die or sum’ than have you hatin’ me n shit. At this point I might as well.”

After hanging up, he decided to visit that site one last time. His tears blurred his vision, making it harder to type. The shit in his system didn’t help either.

lady

i fuckef up

thsi is yo faukt

What now? Why are you back?

frankljn hates me

He does? That’s not right.

damn straighy it fuckign isnt

No, I mean that’s not correct.

There’s no way that he could, even if it seems like it right now.

jus fuckin tell me whst to do

That’s out of my hands.

is not u fuckin wirch

*withc

*witch

Look, I really don’t know how else to help you. I don’t have any other visions to offer. You’re on your own.

They do say though, that dreams are visions themselves.

dont fukcin speak in riddles rn

Precognition, Lamar. Just have faith

prewhatnow

n yeah. faith. bc that helps so fuckn much

All I can say to you is good luck - it’s all coming together. Just wait.

th fuck does that mean?

It means that you’re stressing too much - you better sleep it off. Farewell Lamar. You’re gonna have a killer hangover you know…

SERVICE UNAVAILABLE. PLEASE TRY AGAIN LATER.

The notification did nothing but make him more upset. He calmed down eventually, the crying and alcohol tiring him out. He blacked out soon after, not remembering when he fell asleep.

For the first time in a while, he dreamt about the two of them. The start of the dream showed a radiant sight before them, the sky lit up in a million shades. Chop was laying beside Franklin, head on his thigh. All three of them sat on a grassy knoll, a soft breeze blowing through each blade. Franklin turned, Lamar not taking his eyes off him since the dream started. He only noticed the sky’s wide color palette because the intensity struck Franklin’s face just right. He looked right into Lamar’s eyes, speaking softly.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“What?”

“You had so many opportunities. So many times, I thought that you would. I got my hopes up, you know. I waited. When Tanisha left.. I only had you.”

“Tanisha..”

“I still love her. I.. I think apart of me always will, but I love you just the same. Even if you drive me up a Goddamn wall sometimes. You both mean the world to me.”

Franklin looked back at the view ahead. A heavenly indigo replaced the vivid hues from before.

“But she’s gone now. Shit ain’t the same. All I know is you stayed when she didn’t. Even when she got pulled outta the hood and made some kinda new life for herself, you never left my side. Never changed yo loyalties.”

He turned back to face Lamar again. His eyes were glassy, the glow of the midnight sky reflecting in them.

“So why didn’t you say somethin’ sooner?”

“Franklin.. I ain’t deduce that shit ‘til now.“

“You really didn’t know?”

Even in the dream he could feel that previous frustration occur in his mind. Was he hiding in a glass closet or something? He could only let out a wry laugh.

“Yeah man. I was a fuckin’ fool, jus’ like you always said.”

“Damn straight.” He chuckled, and Lamar came to the conclusion that he could listen to that laugh forever. Franklin’s face then fell solemn.

“Y’know I really thought that.. I really thought that you jus’ got with someone else. Not even jus’ my Aunt. I saw how you wanted to get away from me, and I thought…” He stopped himself, petting Chop’s head.

“I.. wanted to be happy if you was, but the thought of that at all bothered me.”

“Why?”

“Cuz you were all I had, dog. Mike n Trevor, they have their own lives, their own history n shit. I can’t always rely on them. Denise don’t give a fuck what happen to me. You my lifeline dog, I’ve known you for years. I didn’t want you to forget me over a chick or sum’. That day you acted all different n shit, it worried me.”

“Hey man, y’know I ain’t ever gon pull that shit on you. I’m with you for life.”

“Then don’t pull other kinda stupid shit on me.”

“Whatchu mean?”

“You can’t ever die on me bro. That ain’t how this shit works.”

“Ay man, I don’t plan on dying jus’ yet. Not unless yo ass by my side. Not ‘til I tell you I…” He couldn’t finish the sentence.

Franklin got closer to his face, cupping his cheek. His eyes shone as the stars around them fell from the sky, akin to raindrops, hitting them. Everything about him was flooding Lamar’s senses, and it felt surreal, between his aroma and all the other things he loved about Franklin. Golden flecks covered them both, and the stars continued to crash down. The sky was growing darker than before.

“Just say the words Lamar. Say them and this shit’ll be over.”

“How?”

“Well first you need to wake yo ass up.”

“Huh?”

“I said wake up, fool!”

Lamar’s blissful dream had been interrupted by an unknown figure shaking him, literal raindrops hitting his face. He was still bleary eyed, only seeing a vague silhouette in front of him. A wet slap to the face rattled his brain around, the hangover settling in. Shit, was he still drunk? What time was it?

“Lamar! Get up!”

“Oh.. Th’fuck? Who- who that is?” He grunted out.

“It’s me you fuckin’ clown!”

“Frank?”

“Who the fuck else?”

“Why are you-”

He was abruptly yanked out of bed, thudding to the floor with a small “oof”.

“Get up you punk bitch!”

“Franklin what the fuck-”

He was grabbed again, tossed back onto his bed. Franklin straddled him, shaking Lamar by the collar.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” He said, Lamar getting another slap to the face.

“What in the fresh fuck is you talkin’-” Another slap.

“15 fuckin’ missed phone calls! 15! Are you fuckin’ nuts?!”

Lamar’s eyes practically popped out of his head. 15? What the fuck did he say to him?

“I did what-”

Franklin shook him even harder by his shirt, stretching the material out. He was straining his voice now.

“You had me worried like fuckin’ crazy! I thought you was in some sorta fuckin’ trouble again! You blew my phone up when I told yo ass not to, and then didn’t fuckin’ pick up after I heard the first couple special messages you left me!”

Oh God. This was it. He told Franklin everything, didn’t he? The color drained from his face.

“Oh fuck me..” He mumbled, putting a hand over his eyes.

“What?!” Franklin yelled, shaking him again. Lamar’s head was pounding.

“Franklin.. what.. what I say on there? I barely remember a thing, let alone callin’ yo ass.”

“You seriously don’t fuckin’ remember?!”

“Yeah. Seriously, man.”

Franklin slid off of him, putting a palm to his face. He breathed through his nose hard, trying to calm down. Lamar realized he was drenched from the small downpour outside. Pellets of rain thumped against the window as a reminder that the storm never went away.

“You.. fuck, man. You started sayin’ all this shit about how bad a fuckin’ friend you was. That you, you was hidin’ all this shit and couldn’t live another day without tellin’ me.”

Okay. Good. He didn’t tell him the truth.

“You told me you wanted to die dog. Didn’t realize yo dumbass was safe n sound asleep in yo fuckin’ bed.”

“Oh.”

“…’Oh’? Is that really all you have to say?!”

“F, I was jus’ drunk. It was dumb of me, I know, but I.. It’s nothing, okay?”

“Don’t do this shit to me man! I’ve already dealt with enough of yo fuckin’ schemes n shit-”

“Frank.”

“It’s 3 am! You had Chop barkin’ his Goddamn head off the whole night!”

“Franklin.”

“Then I race my ass over here to find yo drunkass self passed out in bed-”

“Franklin.”

“What! What?! You finally gonna put yo two cents in for once?”

“Stop yelling. My head hurts like a bitch right now.”

“Good! I’m fuckin’ glad because I know mine does as well you fuckin’ asshole!”

Lamar looked pathetically up at him. This was getting out of hand. He let it go on for too long.

“Why did you come here then?” He croaked.

“Because you were fuckin’ sobbin’ into the phone! All I heard was you cryin’ like mad fuckin’ crazy and it scared me. You don’t ever do that shit, not even when you fucked up.”

“How much I say?”

“I got the first message pretty fuckin’ clear, the rest was jus’ incoherent bullshit. I barely got through the second one before speedin’ on over. You sounded hurt n shit, I thought something happened. I thought you was a goner.”

“No weird shit though right? I ain’t say nothin’ bad?”

“What? Lamar, what the fuck are you on about? I just told you what yo ass cried out to me! I couldn’t even understand any of the other messages!”

“Okay, okay. That’s.. good I guess.”

“That’s good? Fuckin’ hell, why did I come here? You- ugh!”

“Franklin. Can you jus’ sit down before you pop a fuckin’ blood vessel? You stressin’ for nothin’.”

If anything, Lamar should be the one stressing right now. He had been so close to confessing without knowing. Franklin sat next to him, arms crossed.

“Franklin.”

“What.”

“I’m sorry that I scared you. I didn’t mean to.”

“Well good fuckin’ job, you accomplished that real well didn’t you.” He said, sarcastically applauding him.

“I thought you were cutting me off for good homie. You think I was gon’ let that happen?”

“Lamar, that still ain’t a good reason to freak me out like that in the middle of the night.”

“It’s only cuz you hadn’t been listenin’ to me bro. I’ve been wanting to tell you somethin’ so badly lately and I never.. got the chance.”

“Then do pray fuckin’ tell LD, what the fuck is so important that you had to do this shit to me at 3 AM!”

“Franklin man, c’mon-”

“No! Don’t start!”

Franklin stood, heading for the door as he spoke. He stopped in the threshold.

“Tell me what the fuck is goin’ on with you, or I’m leavin’ yo sad ass here to wallow. I mean it L.”

“Don’t be like that. Please man. I want to, but I-”

“Jus’ fuckin’ tell me! Why won’t you tell me?!”

“Frank-”

“I dragged my ass all the way over here for nothin’ didn’t I? You ain’t dead, you ain’t sayin’ shit, you jus’ bein’ so- ugh! Fuck!” He threw his hands up, exiting Lamar’s bedroom.

“I’m done man, fuck this.”

“Franklin wait- don’t go-” He pleaded.

Franklin did nothing but leave him stranded again, thunder rolling far in the distance. Lamar ran after him as he walked out the door, hearing the rain heavily hit the pavement. His mind was racing far ahead of him. Franklin was leaving, he was leaving for good, and he couldn’t. He can’t. That’s not how it’s supposed to work. Franklin can’t do that, he can’t-

His mind had gone so far away, that he didn’t even realize that he had tackled Franklin to the ground. The two of them fell to the ground with a loud splat, followed by sounds of pain.

“Lamar what the fuck?!”

“Don’t go! Fuckin’ hell, I gotta chase yo ass and for what?!”

“Get off me dog!”

“No!” Franklin was pinned beneath him. The raindrops that rolled off of Lamar hit him in the face.

It reminded Lamar of when they were younger, playing football or whatever sport they could outside even as the deluge soaked them both to the bone. The roles had been reversed, with Franklin constantly knocking him down onto the grassy sludge. They got quite an earful from Lamar’s mom as they tracked mud in the house upon returning. It was a memory amongst many that stuck with him like glue. Those memories couldn’t go away. Franklin couldn’t go away.

Tears mixed in with the rain as he yelled out to him.

“You fuckin’ idiot! Why you makin’ this shit so hard for me?! You keep leavin’ before I can even finish!”

Franklin struggled to break free from Lamar’s grip on his wrists, huffing as he looked away.

“Look at me!” Lamar shouted, grabbing his face with a free hand.

“I didn’t wanna fuckin’ tell you like this, but Jesus Christ! For fucks sake you stubborn asshole-”

He was doing it. He bit the fucking bullet.

“You know how we got into that fuckin’ argument last week? When I told you that I was dealin’ with that whole love thing, I wasn’t talkin’ about yo Aunt, a hoe, nobody else! I was talkin’ about you!”

Lamar threw himself off of him, stumbling backwards. Franklin propped himself onto his elbows. He finally said it. He said it, and he was far from finished.

“But you didn’t wanna fuckin’ listen! And now I’ve fucked our friendship over for a second time! All because of you! This whole thing has been drivin’ me fuckin’ insane lately, and I couldn’t do shit about it! I tried so, so hard to avoid this, but nothin’ ever goes my way, huh?! Every time I think a plan of mine’ll work, it doesn’t! You know why?!”

Opening his arms wide, he spoke loud and clear, finishing his rant.

“Lemme remind you: I’m Lamar fuckin’ Davis! The biggest fuckin’ fool, fuckin’ clown, fuckin’ whatever you wanna call me! Lamar Davis, the most naïve bitch on the planet! Fuck me for thinking that this would ever go well!”

Now it was his turn to leave. But he didn’t go back into his house. His legs moved for him, walking in no particular direction. He just needed to get away from Franklin, not caring about how damp his clothes were now. He was shaking, and he didn’t know if it was from the rain or the range of emotions he was flying through.

He could hear a pair of sneakers squishing behind him. Franklin was running, and he was catching up fast.

“Ay Lamar! Get back here!”

Oh fuck. He was chasing after him now. That’s not good. Lamar started running himself, not caring about possibly slipping and falling on his ass. Only a few hours ago, he had told himself he couldn’t be without Franklin. Now all he wanted to do was run away.

“Lamar!”

Fuck fuck fuck.

He wasn’t fast enough. The second time they hit the ground, Lamar had the wind knocked right out of him, the duo splashing right into a puddle. Hands gripped his shoulders, flipping him around.

“Lamar!”

There were only a few instances in his life where Lamar felt small. He’d always been big in character, big in height, and according to him, big in other ways. But this was one of those moments where he couldn’t help but flinch, wanting to collapse in on himself. He was so tired.

“If you gon’ beat my ass or somethin’ jus’ get it over with.” He sighed, shutting his eyes tight.

When he felt nothing but raindrops touch his face, he opened his eyes slowly. His heart sank when he did. Franklin was visibly upset, guilt in his eyes.

“Lamar. Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

A wave of déjà vu washed over him. Oh. So that’s what precognition meant. Motherfucking psychic lady.

“You should’ve jus’ told me man.”

“I tried dog. You wouldn’t hear me out.”

“Cuz I.. I thought you got with someone. I didn’t wanna hear it straight from yo mouth if you was.”

He shifted up, Frank sitting in his lap.

“Y’know I always thought that.. Part of me jus’ kinda thought that it’d always be the two of us. I’m never gonna get Tanisha back.. but you..”

Franklin looked away.

“You a crazy ass loyal motherfucker man. You stuck by my side no matter what, and some dumbass part of me was convinced that you… I mean fuck, so many times I thought you would jus’ flat out say something. Somethin’ so I could stop waiting for the one other person I had known forever to just say that they fuckin’ loved me like that.”

Lamar blinked, rainwater getting into his eyes. It wasn’t quite as serene as his dream had been, nor was it verbatim, but Lamar didn’t care. There was something about the way the water droplets sat along Franklin’s face, highlighted by a streetlight behind him that made him look angelic.

“When you started actin’ all weird it jus’.. made me so fuckin’ mad man. I thought you was gon’ pick someone else over me. Jus’ like Tanisha did.”

“Franklin..”

“So why didn’t you jus’ say somethin’ sooner? I waited. Hell, I don’t even know why I did at first.”

“Franklin.”

“But now I’m realizin’ you must not have even noticed yoself what you was feelin’, when I fuckin’ did. I noticed and you didn’t and-”

Lamar grabbed him by the face, grip surprisingly strong after being in the rain.

“How many times do I gotta say yo name for you to hear me?”

The rain kept falling, never slowing for either one of them. Yet, it felt like time stopped. Lamar chuckled lightly.

“Franklin Clinton and Lamar Davis. Two of the dumbest motherfuckers in LS. Homies for life.”

“Yeah. Homies for life.”

His hands never left Franklin’s face. He pressed their foreheads together, lowering his voice.

“I love you, bum ass bitch.”

“Yeah yeah. I love you too.”

He kissed the top of his head, moving his hands down to embrace him in a tight hug. When was the last time they did this? As he thought it over, he could hear Franklin’s voice muffled against his chest.

“Don’t scare me like that again. Next time save us both the trouble n jus’ spill yo heart out. Dramatic motherfucker.”

The words had no malice in them, Lamar feeling him smile as he said it. He kissed him once more, and they just sat in the rain, feeling it bathe them in fond memories.

//plz listen to remember the rain by 21st century it’s so good 💔😭 anyway ya i decided to end it on a sorta happy note !!!!! franklin is a stubborn guy smh,, sorry for any typos lol also i rlly had no idea where i wanted to go with this so sorry if it’s weird or whatever

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* N E WAYS

* You’re the manager of Aoba Johsai!!!

* Iwaizumi knows that the both of you had a rough night, judging from the way your face contorted with every step you took, and how you spent most of practice sitting on the bench, and not walking around like you usually did.

* HE FEELS SO BAD !!!!!

* He totally forgot about the scratches on his back, though.

* That is...until he takes off his shirt in the locker room.

* Then he hears a low whistle coming from Matsukawa, and he’s like ???????

* “YO IWAIZUMI YOU RASCAL!!!!” Hanamaki is saying and he’s slapping Iwaizumi on the back.

* Then he feels his back sting from Hanamaki’s slap, and he realises!!!

* Okay this is the first time the team sees Iwaizumi blush this intensely.

* Mattsun and Makki are hollering, and calling Iwaizumi a rough boi LOL

* Yahaba’s watching from the sidelines and he is so JEALOUS lmaooo

* Kyoutani has a pissed look on his face. maybe it’s because he’s jealous too LOL

* Kindaichi’s blushing, because this pure, sweet boy had not expected to get a glimpse into his senpai’s sex life HAH.

* Kunimi is just chilling, tbh he already expected Iwaizumi to be rough, so he’s just casually changing out of shirt.

* Iwaizumi is just over there sporting a brilliant blush, and he can’t even speak because Mattsun and Makki are still screaming.

* Then Oikawa walks in.

* And all goes to hell.

* “IWA-CHAN!!! IS THAT—“

* Now Oikawa is screaming, and the next thing Iwaizumi knows is that he’s being pulled into a hug.

* “Iwa-chan! I didn’t know you were like that, it’s alright, i support you!”

* SUPPORT WHAT?????

* Bc of Oikawa, Iwaizumi snaps back to his senses, and he’s landing a clean hit on Oikawa’s back.

* “Not another word,” he’s grumbling, and the locker room falls silent, because no one wants to incure the wrath of Iwaizumi Hajime.

* Meanwhile you’re outside waiting for him to come out and then walk home with him.

* When the team comes out, everyone’s staring at you with this glint in their eyes, and you’re kinda scared LOLOLOL

* Lmao Kindaichi’s blushing the moment he meets your eyes.

* Then the Seijoh third years come running to you.

* “(Y/N)! YOU POOR THING, GETTING RAVAGED BY THIS RASCAL!!!”

* You’re so confused at first, but when it clicks in, you’re blushing the same shade as Iwaizumi did.

* Bonus:

* “Wow, (Y/N), your blush is the same shade as Iwa-chan’s just now!”

* “TRASHYKAWA IF YOU DONT SHUT UP—“

Goshiki:

* OH THIS PURE SWEET BOY

* Tbh i actually think he’s a huge subby, the most he’ll do is probably power bottom you.

* SO ANYWAY

* Goshiki’s casually taking off his shirt after practice one day.

* He’s also trying his best not to look at Ushijima’s abs AHAHAHA

* Then he hears Tendou’s laugh burst into the air.

* And he’s like ????

* “GOSHIKI!!! I never knew you were that type,” he feels a light tap on his back, and when he feels the sting, he remembers the scratches that you left.

* !!!!!! SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT.

* But his team claps for him LMAOOOO

* Tendou’s the first to clap, followed by Semi and then the rest.

* Ushijima’s the last bc that pure boy does not know what’s going on until Semi tells him LOL

* For the first time, Shirabu has not looked at Goshiki with disdain, and instead looks SLIGHTLY impressed.

* Reon looks so SHOOK, his face is the shocked pikachu meme.

* Goshiki’s so embarrassed, that poor thing, but Tendou’s so HAPPY FOR THAT BOY.

* Tendou’s praising him to no end LMAOOO and tbh Goshiki likes getting the praise.

* Goshiki’s just smiling and shuffling his feet when the praises flood out from Tendou’s mouth, and when he sees Ushijima give him an approving nod????

* MAN HES SO HAPPY.

* SEE THAT?? USHIJIMA??? I GOT SCRATCHES ON MY BACK AND YOU DIDNT!!!!!

* And when the team comes out all changed and sees you wave at Goshiki from the benches, Tendou’s shooting you a grin.

* You’re so confused, Tendou’s grin doesn’t look like his normal ones.

* Then he’s skipping to you and asking you,” did you use protection?”

* EIRIFIFIIFRIRIEJW YOU WANT TO DIE.

* Bonus:

* “(Y/N), lets do it again.”

* “Do what again?”

* “SCRATCH ME (Y/N)!!!!!!”

* “EH?”

LMAO hi anon i had fun writing this but i’m not sure whether i got goshiki’s character right!!!! but thank you for requesting this i hope you like it!!!!

[seijungii]

new year new me new bullshit!

hello! not many people follow me here, especially because i basically just use this tumblr to post direct links to ao3 and hope ppl read my stuff lol, but if you have read my stuff, thank you so much. 

i haven’t written fic/anything In General for a hot second, especially stuff in 2nd person (always been kinda uncomfy w/ it) so it means a lot that somebody out there has been enjoying my stuff!

i do have another jjk fic in the works, aside from deeds, not words that ive been making myself work on in the meantime bc my time management is absolutely atrocious. to be honest, I don’t plan on posting it until I’ve finished it in its entirety bc i dont trust myself to post it chapter by chapter.... and write in a sequential order lol. if you’ve read deeds, not words, then u know i am very small brain.

ok that’s enough of me rambling anyways thanks if u follow me and read my bullshit. here’s a sneakpeek of the gojo x reader fic ive been workin on 

You’ve always planned a life of stability and normalcy.

Graduate at 24. Meet a nice guy and get into a steady relationship. Stable job by the time you’re 26. Get married at around 28, have two kids by the time you’re 33, and hopefully live a long and prosperous life before dying peacefully at home surrounded by your loved ones.

Then Gojo Satoru enters your life and fucks that all up.

Your head hurts like shit.

“Another migraine?” 

“...I’ll live.” You let out the longest sigh in existence as you pull out a bottle of Advil from your office drawer, downing 2 pills before clicking through a new exam chart on your computer. “Next patient is… Gojo Satoru? Anything I should know beforehand?”

Your medical assistant hums as she looks up from her computer near yours. “Nothing too important, really—I think he’s just here for a yearly physical. Oh, but he’s super hot.” 

A laugh escapes your mouth as you tug on a white doctor’s coat that’s a size too large. “No flirting with patients, Maeda-kun.”

“Oh, come on.” Maeda-kun rolls her eyes as she places her hand on her chin, giving you a teasing smile. “Haven’t you ever seen an attractive patient and thought, maybe just once?”

You snort at that, opening the office door to head towards the exam room. “Risk of losing my medical license aside, it’s hard to find someone attractive once they’ve started telling you about their explosive diarrhea.”

That leaves Maeda-kun wheezing with laughter, and you give her an exaggerated shrug before finally making your way to your morning patient.

You trudge your way down the hall, suddenly wondering if you should have taken an extra Advil for good measure. Even though you’ve always had a rather weak body (it being one of the main reasons you ended up studying medicine), you still haven’t gotten used to the migraines, aches, and fatigue that’s plagued you since birth.

Standing in front of the door, you take a deep breath, massaging your temples and rehearsing a well-practiced smile before finally entering the room.

“Good morning!” You chirp, raising your voice just a half-pitch higher so it’s welcoming, but not overly eager. “Gojo-san, is that correct?”

You’re greeted by a shock of white hair as the man sitting on the hospital chair in front of you looks up from his phone with a grin. “Yep, that’s me!”

“Great! I’m Doctor (L/N).” You reach out to shake his hand, giving him a once-over before taking a seat in front of the computer. He looks pretty healthy, and Maeda-kun’s pretests had shown perfectly normal numbers for a 27 year old male. It should be a quick and easy exam, leaving you extra time to go over previous X-Ray scans with your next patient. 

“I’ll have the pleasure of being your doctor today. So, what can I help you with?”

“Please, the pleasure is all mine.” He pulls off his sunglasses, shooting you a wink as he slides them into the collar of his shirt. 

…He’s hot, you think, before quickly correcting yourself. He’s not that hot.

The first thing you noticed were his collarbones. Those goddamn collarbones. You never really understood why people found them attractive, but the way they peek out just above his shirt collar is just enough for you to consider changing your mind. And he’s not wearing a tight shirt by any means, but the long-sleeve he’s wearing fits just right around his shoulders and torso so that you can tell—the man works out.

Then there are his eyes. The moment he took off his sunglasses and winked at you, you knew that this wouldn’t be the easy exam you thought it would be.

His eyes are a shade of blue you’ve never seen before, perfectly contrasted against his white eyelashes. It’s the color of the sky on a clear day after a harrowing storm, the color of a lake with more still lurking beneath its depths.

You feel like a deer in headlights. A very attractive pair of headlights.

[daminettes]

Flying Ladybugs and Birds at Disney World

hey guys!!! this au is based off of @ozmav au :-) tysm for blessing me with your art!!!!

Please keep in mind that they are both aged up, this all didnt just happen on the day they met LOL,,, but imagine if this were to happen,,,, that would of been wild!!!!

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Damian and Marinette were suppose to wake up bright and early today but Damian was having a little trouble on his end

Marinette practically pushed Damian off of their shared bed.

“Damian!!! Wake up !! We are going to be late,” Marinette cheered.

Damian mumbled something that was no near close to english. In an attempt to wake him up Marinette quickly jumped on bed and started to shout

“If you don’t hurry up I’m going to leave you behind and find myself a new prince,” Marinetted said while giggling her head off.

“IM UP,” Damian screamed.

They both shared a few giggles and finally got ready for the day.

Damian and Marinette both needed a break from superhero stuff so they both decided to have a lil fun and go to Disney Land Paris!!

Marinette and Damian threw on their matching t-shirts that marinette made and they both said “I’m with him” and vice versa. Marinette made cute lil mickey ears for Damian and he died right on the spot. They were custom made, On one ear there was a his signature R logo, and on the other there was a lil red heart.

“Angel, These are amazing, Thank you,” Damian gushed.

“No problem love,” She said while quickly kissing his cheek.

“Are you ready to head out angel,” Damian said while looking at her with a lovestuck smile.

“Yes beloved,” Marinette beamed .

They both walked out of their hotel room hand in hand

As soon as they approached the entrance gate Marinette’s blue bell eyes lit up. She quickly grabbed her sketchbook out of her bag and sketched out the castle. The castle was gorgeous. It was an exact replica from the fairy tale Sleeping Beauty. Many different shades and pink, blue, and gold lingered around the castle making it look even more stunning.

Marinette was too busy sketching out the beautiful castle standing right in front of them to notice Damian staring right at her.

“She’s so talented, I can’t believe I’m able to call her mine,” Damian thought to himself.

His mind quickly snapped back into reality when he felt his beloved angel tugging onto his shirt lightly.

“D-Damian can I try something,” Marinette questioned.

“Yes of course Angel what is i-“ Marinette quickly took his face into her hands and lightly kissed his cheek. She was able to take a picture of this cute moment with them and quickly changed it to her lock screen.

“Thanks Damian,” She said walking away with a smile plastered on her face.

Damian was left behind a blushy mess, he quickly gathered up his emotions and ran to his angel.

“W-What was that angel???” He stuttered

“I just wanted a picture with you my love,” She said while shooting one of her famous adoring smile at him.

Everything was going just as plan Damian though, right until Jason jumped right onto his Angel.

“Hiya Mari-Bug,” Jason yelled right into her ear. This caused Marinette to freak out and flip him right off of his feet.

“Oh my goodness I am so sorry, You just scared me oh my gosh are you alrigh-“

“I’m alright Mari-Bug!! Don’t worry I should of never scared you,” he laughed off.

“What are you doing here,” Damian hissed while staring right into his soul.

“Hey Hey Hey Demon Spawn calm down I just wanted to see if your plan was going well, The others would of came but they are waiting on line for the Phantom Manor ,” He sang.

“What plan?,” Marinette asked with a confused face.

“Nothing Angel, Dont worry about it, and if you would excuse me, Jason and I have to have a word together, please wait here my love,” He said while placing a lil kiss on her forehead.

“Oh alright love,” Marinette squeaked out.

Damian quickly pulled Jason off to the side causing him to yelp.

“What. The . Hell. Do you think you are doing? You could of spoiled the surprise,” Damian yelled.

“Calm down Demon spawn, look she’s clueless she literally has no idea that you’re going to propose to her,” He said excitedly

“Will you keep it down? She’s probably going to get suspicious so please leave us alone till the end of the day,” he hissed.

“Alright, Alright don’t get your panties in a twist! I’m leaving,” Jason joked.

“My panties are not in a twist, now get lost,” Damian growled.

Jason quickly ran towards the manor to join his family, and Damian walked anxiously towards his beloved.

“Is everything alright Dami?, you seem a bit pale, sit down next to me love,” Marinette worried.

“I’m quite all right don’t worry about me, Now let’s go on some rides alright Angel,” Damian asked while offering his hand.

“Ya sure, lets do that,” Marinette chirped while accepting his hand.

The two lovely couple were having a blast, sure the lines were long but they made the most of it. While waiting on lines they both played charades, cuddled, and talked about super hero stuff. The two of them were getting tired so they made their way to the Discovery Arcade. Damian attempted to win Marinette a ladybug themed plush toy but failed miserably.

“It’s ok Dami, Really, Here let me try,” She giggled.

Right on her first try the claw grabbed right onto the ladybug plush toy. They both cheered!

“Here you go love,” Marinette laughed while handing Damian the cute lil plush toy.

“Thank you Angel, Now if you don’t mind I have a little surprise for you, So let’s go to the castle alright?” He said while kissing the top of her hand.

“Oh alright Damian,” Marinette smiled.

Marinette and Damian both walked to the castle slowly, Damian was practically shaking because of how nervous he was.

“Damian, Honey, Are you alright? You are shaking,” Marinette asked.

“I’m quite alright Angel I’m just a bit on the nervous side.” He said trying to shoot a reassuring smile towards her way.

“Why are you nervou-,” Marinette was quickly caught off, Damian slowly grabbed one of Marinette’s warm hands.

“Marinette, My Angel, My beloved, Thank you for making me a better person, Thank you for always being there for me when I needed you, Thank you for taking care of my wounds after battles, You are so sweet, beautiful, kind, and generous. Words cannot describe how much I love you. I want to be there for you, I want to comfort you after a long day at work, I want to care for you when you are sick, I want to be there when you wake up, because gosh you are amazing, you deserve the whole world and I’m trying to give it to you.” Damian gushed.

“Oh Dami-“ Right before Marinette can finish her sentence Damian dropped down on one knee and opened up a black velvet box.

“Marinette Dupain-Cheng would you please make me the happiest man on earth and marry me,” He asked with a nervous smile on his face.

The ring was stunning, It was a white semi pave ring, it had four diamonds engraved into it, it symbolize how long they’ve been with each other. Four amazing years, full of laughs, smiles, and cries. There were three words also engraved into it, I Love You. The ring shined in the light. Which made it even more beautiful.

Marinettes eyes quickly filled up with tears, and Damian quickly panicked.

“Oh my Angel I am so sorr-,” Damian was quickly cut off by Marinette, who had jumped right into his arms.

“Of course Damian, I will marry you. I love you so much, Thank you,” She cried into his neck.

She said yes. She said yes to ME. He thought, His mind was going 100 miles per hour and he could not handle.

Damian quickly gathered up the courage to picked her up and swing her around into a warm hug. While this lovely event unfolded, both of them didn’t notice the huge crowd that formed around them, while they started to cheer with glee they both snapped out of it.

All of the sudden there was a huge streak of light exploding into the sky. The two new engaged couple stared at the sky in awe.

“Marinette.... I- I love you so much,” Damian gushed.

“I love you more Dami,” Marinette chimed.

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SO HI!!! THIS IS MY FIRST REAL AU!! I HOPE YALL LIKE IT <33

this is so bad i want 2 cry , sorry daminette shippers i did y’all dirty 😞

[marvelgbt-posts]

Projects

{Photographer! Peter Parker x Bigender! Artist! Reader}

Warnings: i dont know much bout the bigender community, and so i did my research. So you identify as two genders? I dont know what ‘genders’ exactly you’d want here, so i’ll put they/them pronouns if thats okay :)

Summary: ‘can i please get a bigender reader who goes to art school with peter, that has like, “god like abilities” and always compliments/draws/tells peter hes amazing. ((tag @give-you-the-sxn please?))

Ofc my beautiful valid child <3

A/N: i decided to change it up a bit and have the art class as a club after school instead. Also I hc that tom hollands peter parker is into photography. I hope you like it >///<

I listened to ‘youth’ by Shawn Mendes and Khalid while doing this.

*not edited*

“Welcome class,” the teacher greeted you all brightly, “I’m glad you could make it after school today, what with all the rain and all I assumed only two or three of you would have shown up today. Anyways, you know what to do. Best get to it.” She clapped her hands, before turning her heel and moving to write on the board, writing ‘Integrated Arts Club’ in a cursive calligraphy font. That was her contribution to the club. Calligraphy.

You sighed. This was a way for you to escape the harsh reality of the outside world. Half the students in this club were members of the community, no scratch that, the majority of students were gay. There was maybe only one or two straight people apart of this club.

You took out your paints, paintbrushes, pencils, and then got your canvas from inside the supply closet where you had left it yesterday. It was your newest project, a painting of a woman in white, with bright red lips and a black dress that blended into the black background of your canvas. You were inspired by a woman you had seen one night on the streets of Queens.

Taking a seat by yourself- taking up the whole table with your paints and brushes spread everywhere- you began painting. Everything was already finished, you just needed the details. You heard the door open and close, only choosing to look up when you finished an eyelash stroke.

“Yeah, this is where I go after school. That over there is Mia- the one spray painting the poster paper- and the dude over there with the guitar is Jay. That over there is (y/n), their bigender so I’d just use androgynous pronouns for them. Over there is Ms. Burningham, our club sponsor, and the dude in the corner is Max, he’s a comic book artist. You’d fit right in, Peter.”

The voice belonged to MJ, a close friend of yours. She often helped give you inspiration, letting you paint some of her sketches to life. You heard her walk behind you, leaning down so her hair was in your peripheral vision. You looked up, “Yo, MJ.” You smiled at her, then up at the newbie.

He was short, about an inch or so shorter than you, with brown eyes and hair. He wore a sweater over another shirt, jeans, and ha a camera in his hands. He was trembling, probably nervous.

“Hey, ahh, who’s this?” You asked MJ, who looked at Peter. She leaned back against the table, her palms getting paint on them from the splatters that had fallen off your plate of paint.

“Parker- Peter. Peter Parker. Nice to meet you.”

He went to shake your hand, you lifted yours up to show him you had gotten black and red all over them, “Sorry, dont wanna mess up your hands. That camera looks expensive.”

Peter made a small ‘oh’ noise, looking down to his small Canon camera. “Yeah, it- its almost completely brand new. I sold some of my old stuff to get it. Useless stuff, shirts and books and stuff.”

“Cool, cool. Uh, MJ, could you tell Jay to keep it down over there? Can’t hear my own thoughts over his wanna-be indie music,” you said, completely disregarding the boy in front of you now. It wasn’t that you were rude, you just wanted to get this painting finished hole everything was still wet, otherwise it would make problems later on. MJ rolled her eyes, but nodded. You flashed Peter a smile, before turning to you painting.

After about a minute of silence, you heard a gasp behind you, “Holy shit- that’s really good!” You looked up, seeing Peter next to you with his camera turned on. He blushed, “Sorry! It’s just you looked so calm and pleasing, I snapped a quick photo while you weren’t looking- sorry.”

You half-smiled, standing upright, “Thanks, and it’s okay. This class is freedom of expression. Just not expression, ‘kay? As in, no swearing,” you laughed and pointed to the lady at the front of the class, her hands busy grading the Latin worksheets. Peter nodded, surprise clear across his face, “Oh- sorry.”

“Can I see?”

“What?”

“The pictures, can I see? I mean, they're of me, right?”

“Oh- yeah! Totally!”

Peter pushed a few buttons on his camera, and he scrolled through some of the photos until he found yours. “Here-”

“Wow, i look hot!”

You moved closer to Peter to get a better look, gawking at the aesthetic that was put into one simple photo. You did look good in this photo. “Mind sending me this? Not just this, other stuff, too. I’d love to make a piece from these- oh, if that’s okay?”

“Uhh- yeah! Sure!”

***

You flopped onto the bed, curling up next to a pillow. It was cold from loneliness, making you snuggle closer to it. You looked at your nails- paint ad managed to get wedged between the nail and the skin, and no matter how hard you tried it wouldn’t wash away.

You sighed, ready to turn off the light until your phone went off. You checked it to see there was a message from MJ, asking you if it was okay to give Peter your number. You texted back, ‘Yeah. Totally.’

Three minutes later, your phone went off again and it was Peter.

Unknown

Hey (y/n) its peter

Parker

Peter parker

Um

I just wanted to know if you wanted the photos to be on a hard drive or through gmail or something?

Hello?

-11:13-

You

Yeah

I’m here hi

A hard drive would be nice thanks

-11:15-

You took a moment to change Peter’s ID to his name. About five minutes later, Peter responded with more spam

Peter

Okay cool

Yeah okay

Yeah i can do that

Sure

Yeah

Okay

Cool

-11:32-

You

Lol

Imma sleep

Night peter

-11:35-

Peter

(…)

Night

-11:45-

***

The next day, you bumped into Peter in the hallway, “Oh, hi Pete. Can I call you that?”

“Hi, (y/n)! Yeah, totally cool!”

“Cool, got the hard drive?”

“Yeah, right here,” Peter patted his jean pockets for a bit before pulling out a black and red hard drive, “It has maybe 20 or 25 pictures here. Their mostly just random pictures of places around Queens, hope that’s okay?” You nod, “Thanks Pete.”

***

That night, you went home and changed Peter’s ID to ‘Pete’. After that, you plugged the hard drive into your laptop, opening the file titled ‘images’ and scrolling through the photos. Most of them were taken at impossible angles, and you wondered how Peter was able to capture photos like them. One was at the top of a building and looking down onto a busy interstate. Another was of the stars, a bit of the background trees getting in the frame. They were beautiful. Another was of MJ, her back towards the camera, a backpack strap in her hand, looking to the left at the sky with a sunset background. You saved that image as ‘Michelle_jERKFACE.jpeg’ on your computer. The photo Peter took of you earlier was amongst them as well.

You went to bed that night with a smile on your face and ideas fresh in your mind, ready for tomorrow's Club Meeting.

***

“Hey (y/n)! Like the pictures i sent?”

“Holy Shii-shhh! Peter! That sentence can go two ways!”

“OH! Sorry...”

“Its fine, and yes I did like them. They were really good! How come you never joined before?”

“Never thought i was good enough.”

“Not good enough?! Peter, those photos are professional level photos. They are wonderful and beautiful and deserve to be in a museum.”

“Oh, wow, thanks...” peter blushed, looking own with a small smile on his face.

***

You looked at the scenery before you, trees brown and crisp from the fall air. Peter sat next to you, his camera ready to snap a picture at any moment. MJ sat opposite Peter, sketchbook in hand and sketching the trees and people. Ned was posing by a fountain as Peter playfully took photos of him. You started sketching Peter into your own book, smiling when you finished and began shading.

MJ looked over at you, “Damn, you’re gay for Peter Parker.”

You looked at MJ with a shocked expression, before looking at the sketch and at Peter, who was now out of ear shot.

“Totally,” you smiled, before both of you went back to your drawings.

***

“Peter,” you looked at him seriously from your spot on his bed, “Ever think about kissing dudes before?”

Peter blushed, “I- ah, um...” His eyes widened, before looking down shamefully, “Y-Yeah… more than a few times...”

You smiled, “Cool, so what? You’re… bi?”

“More pan, I look for personality more than gender.”

“Cool, same. I’m (sexuality).”

“Oh, cool!”

***

“Peter, where are we going?”

“Behind the school. There’s something I need to show you.”

Peter had your hand tight in his grip, pulling you through the almost empty hallways. His voice didn’t stutter, which worried you.

Finally, you made it. Peter pulled out his camera, “Stand in front of that street art Mia did yesterday.” You did just that. Peter moved your arms to move in front of your sweater, telling you to tug at it a bit and look up at the sky. He moved some hair in front of your face to cover your eyes. He knelt down, snapping the photo.

“Cool, now stay there.”

“Do you always get like this for a photo?” You asked as Peter pressed record, moving next to you, “What do you mean?”

“Nothing, um. What are you doing?”

“Its for a project. I’m gonna screenshot part of the video later. Please, this is important.”

You watched Peter as he took control of the situation, taking your (smaller/bigger) hands in is own, intertwining them as he leant up.

“Kiss me.”

You coughed, moving back. Peter moved his arms around you again, “Please?”

“Why?”

“The project- please (y/n).”

You slowly gave in, letting Peter wrap his arms around your waist as you looked down into his eyes, your hands cupping his cheeks softly. He leant up to kiss you softly. Both of you stayed there, afraid and unsure of how to move.

“I’m sorry,” Peter said after a while, moving away. You were quick to react, taking the back of his head and slamming it back onto yours.

“Mph-!”

He was taken aback by the action, soon melting and whimpering into it.

Yep, you were so gay for Peter Parker.

[rk800isalive]

Bold What Applies - Olympian Edition

APHRODITE.   laughter-loving,      sweet  smiles,     dressed  in  silk  and  satin,    flower  in  their  hair,     sees  the  world  as  a  runway,     unapologetically  sexual,   the  sea  washing  their  ankles,     in  love  with  love,    stirrer  of  passion, cunning  concealed  by  painted  lips,    secret  daggers,     doves,     revolution  in  their  kiss,    delighting  in  the  waves,     flirtatious  winks,     strolling  along  the  beach,     staring  wistfully  from  a  balcony,     this  is  how  to  be  a  heartbreaker,     wants  to  be  adored,     gets  turned  on  by  danger.

APOLLO.   glitz  and  glamour, art  galleries,    turning  the  volume  up,     being  made  of  gold,     neatly-organized  music  sheets,     notebooks  filled  with  poetry,     bathing  in  the  sunlight,   the  powerful  urge  to  create,     collecting  vinyl  records,     beautiful  cover  of  Wonderwall,     playing  multiple  instruments,   tasting  like  sunshine,     healing  touch,     speaking  in  prophecies, smile  mingled  with  wrath,   shunning  lies,     sporting  shades,     hanging  out  at  music  festivals  with  their  friends,     sleeps  naked,  arrow  to  the  heart,     paint  brushes,     probably  has  a  Tinder  account. (lol nah)

ARES.      armed  for  battle,     wants  to  raise  a  dog  with  their  significant  other, soft  spot  for  children,  gives  piggyback  rides,     scarred  body,     blood  on  their  hands  and  face,  willing  to  fight  the  world  for  the  ones  they  love,      fights  against  injustice,     warm  hugs,   well-worn  combat  boots,  boxing gloves,   bandages  wrapped  around  bruised  knuckles,     fist  raised  in  protest,    ignites  revolutions,     fear  is  a  prison,     more  sensitive  than  what  their  tough  shell  would  have  you  think,  exhausted,     damaged  goods,   force  to  be  reckoned  with,     red  roses,    curses  under  their  breath.

ARTEMIS.     keen  sense  of  a  hunter,   freckles  like  constellations  on  their  skin,   piercing  eyes,     disheveled  braid,  moonlight  peeking  through  the  shadows,     the  calm  of  the  forest  at  night,     lying  on  the  grass  and  staring  at  the  stars,    mother  doe  and  her  fawn,     protecting  their  kin,   the  moon  shimmering  on  a  still  lake,   quiver  full  of  arrows  resting  against  the  bark  of  a  tree,    running  with  wolves,   bonding  while  circled  around  a  campfire,     not  being  much  of  a  people  person,     arrow  hitting  a  target,     popping  egos,     patience  on  3%,     touches  heaven  and  returns  howling.

ATHENA.     discerning  gaze,   unreadable  face,   quiet  museums,   owl  perched  on  their  finger,     armor  that  intimidates,     eye  for  architecture,    plays  the  sims  for  the  sole  purpose  of  building   houses,     studied  the  blade  while  everyone  else  was  busy , big  fan  of  logic,     loves  brain  teasers,    ancient  buildings,     sweaters  in  neutrals  and  cool  colors,    hair  done  up,   can  kill  you  with  their  brain,     heads  to  the  library  often  to  research,     sharpened  pencils,   abs  that  can  cut  steel,    stoic  statues,     pottery classes.

DEMETER.     soil-covered  hands,   smile  that  can  bloom  flowers,    skin  loved  by  the  sun,     being  the  mom-friend,    can  lift  you  and  your  friends,     flowers  kept  in  the  pockets  of  overalls,    takes  pride  in  their  beautiful  garden,     speaks  to  their  plants,    leaves  rustling  in  the  wind,     stalks  of  wheat,     picking  fruit,     greenhouses,    heart  as  strong  as  a  mountain,     values  simplicity,   daisies  dotted  across  a  collarbone,     curls  crowned  with  flowers,     folded  pile  of  sweaters  in  warm  hues,    pulling  out  fresh-baked  bread  out  of  the  oven  and  the  smell  wafting  through  the  air.

DIONYSUS.     drunk  shitposter,     on  their  sixth  glass  of  wine  before  you’ve  even  finished  your  second,     seductive  smirks,  untamed curls,     rich  fabrics  on  dark  skin,     sleek-furred  panthers,     theater  masks,    stage  productions,     receiving  a  standing  ovation,     rose  caught  between  their  teeth,     being  the  baby  of  the  bunch,     wild  parties  that  last  from  sundown  to  sunup,     creeping  vines,     inspiring  loyalty,    grand  opera  houses,    masquerade  balls,    rolls  of  film,     shattered  chandeliers  with  broken glass  scattered  across  the  wine-spilled  floor,     pouring  champagne thirium  into  flutes,     lives  for  the   applause.

HEPHAESTUS.     the  calloused  hands  of  someone  who  knows  labor,    sweaty  brow,     flame  burning  in  their  eyes,     inventive  mind,    broad  shoulders,     steampunk  goggles,     nuts  and  bolts  stored  away  in  little  boxes,    ashes,     striking  a  match,     blueprints  for  future  projects,     fixing  up  a  busted  up  car  and  giving  it  cool  upgrades,     wrestles  with  bitterness,     work  boots  have  seen  better  years,    wrinkled  plaid  shirts,    iron  melted  in  blazing  fire,     huge  jackets,    crafting  masterpieces,     greased-stained  overalls,     fascination  with  robotics,     pain  is  fuel,     stack  of  weaponry,     even  their  muscles  have  muscles.

HERA.     resting  bitch  face,     dressed  to  the  nines,   cows  grazing  on  a  pasture,    cool  rain,     loving  and  hating  fiercely,     hand  clutching  a  string  of  pearls,     large  chandelier  with  glittering  crystals,  plays  the  sims  for  the  sole  purpose  of  killing  off  their  sims,     romance  to  realism,    pictures  of  the  sky  while  flying  on  a  plane,  downs  glasses  of  wine Thirium  as  they  relax  with  a  scented  bubble  bath  and  netflix, like  their  selfie  or  you’re  grounded,   knows  57  convenient  ways  to  murder  a  man,   dark  eyes  that  penetrate  your  soul,     marble  and  gold.

HERMES.     devil-may-care  smile,     always  up-to-date  on  the  latest  technology,     will  steal  your  french  fries,     does  it  for  the vine,     shitposter,     puts  googly  eyes  on  everything,     meme  hoarder,    long  drives  on  the  highway,     ma  and  pop  diners,     spontaneous  road  trips,     folded  maps,     fingers  dancing  across  the  keyboard  of  a  laptop,     shooting  hoops  on  the  basketball  court,     chatting  up  strangers  as  you  all  journey  to  your  own  destinations,     goes  jogging  in  the  morning,     mixes  redbull  with  coffee,     menace  on  april fool’s,     hoodies  and  sneakers.    

POSEIDON.     storm  with  skin,    colorful  coral  reefs,   waves  crashing  against  the  shore,     stroking  the  soft  fur  of  a  cat,     their  heart  pounding  as  their  horse’s  gentle  trot  speeds  into  a  gallop,     tousled  locks,     clothes  smeared  with  paint,     owns  several  sketchbooks  yet  always  yearns  to  own  more,   leather  jackets, fondness  for  diy  projects,     handwriting  that  flows  across  the  page,   nimble  fingers  playing  the  strings  of  a  violin,     velvety  singing  voice  that  haunts  your  dreams,     mood  as  ever-changing  as  the  sea,     the  roar  of  a  motorcycle,     compass  with  a  spinning arrow.

ZEUS.     thunder  in  their  heart,     running  on  coffee,     flash  of  lightning,     natural  charisma,     eloquence,    badass  in  a  nice  suit,   aficionado  of  history,     force of nature,     lenny  face,     nightmare-filled  nights,     proud  arm  around  their  lover’s  waist,     high-rise  buildings,     planes  soaring  through  a  cloudless  sky,     technician  on  the  piano,   maintains  order,   strong  handshake,    juggling  multiple  events  on  their  busy  schedule  with  ease,    expensive watch.

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[yiulee999]

Hey! What do you think of OPM season 2? I still love it & am looking forward to next weeks new episode but i just wish Saitama had more screen time ;-(

hey nonny~! 

apologies for the late reply, its a combo of not getting notifications (tumblr u useless trashbucket) and being on surgery rotation (i miss sleeping so much) 

firstly, i am truly glad you still love it and look forward to the new episodes!!! 💖💖💖please dont let anything i say from this point on dissuade you from that enjoyment 

THAT BEING SAID 

///cut for length 

ive only watched up to the second episode, and i am having Such Difficulties convincing myself to keep watching. i know my rxns to ep 1 were overall pretty positive and I stand by it but the more i watch the more the Cringe/Hypercritique starts take over. 

Turns out, the art style had a bigger impact than i thought on the length of which i enjoy shows. personally, i just really like when anime/shows have a happy marriage between writing and artwork. and when show directors know how to interpret writing, how to set up a scene (the angle, the music, the pacing), and then communicate with artists who have the skills to bring that idea to life using the medium they’re given -- that’s when writing becomes storytelling. OPM’s writing is still fantastic since they’re going off ONE (whereas GoT has the opposite problem where the production value is 4K and the writing is early 2000s livejournal/fanfiction lol god why is everyone dropping the ball in 2019??)

As for the art, since opm switched to jc staff and shingo natsume & co. left for other projects ( ;;_____;; im emo ), its inevitable we would see a drop in animation quality and i find myself constantly getting distracted by things i never used to get concerned about in the first season (bc of the high bar of expectations set by s1 artists/directors, like theres just no way jc staff would match up it to all of that and i feel bad for them, they’re trying their best but that doesn’t mean theyre immune to critique on the artistic liberties that they’ve taken that i feel as a viewer, may not have been the best choice?) 

the shading: no, just, unnecessary and distracting and why is it the center of saitamas face, im by far no expert in lighting but a bish can tell something doesnt look right??? 

the shading pt II: color choices. just gonna say i was not expecting sai’s ‘hair shirt’ in ep 1 to be bright-ass neon green, it was a little jarring at first and i miss him in red ;-; i get hes supposed to have poor fashion choices but i dont see him as the type to pick something that stands out so much in the crowd, like he likes to be left alone. NEON doesnt really relay ‘hi dont mind me im just barely existing here lol’ 

the shading pt III: genos arms/neck. okaY so the bby looks good in screenshots. like he’s shiny and nice to look at when nothings moving. bUT this is animation?? movement of objections is different from still life manga so making every single scene almost 99% like murata’s panels translates a little awkwardly to the screen (like staff is lucky bc murata’s a force of nature with his panels playing out like a movie for ref). but when genos moves, the arms are just distracting bc everything around him is drawn simply without shadows so they stand out by themselves and i (visually) forget about the rest of him haha. 

the pacing: it feels scripted, person A says this so we’ll show person A in the shot, then person B is saying something so we have to cut to person B, etc etc like keeping pretty steady to manga lines to the point where i was starting to get bored bc i knew what was coming. it was really intervaled? like someone had to be saying something at a certain effect and i think s1 had more dramatic pauses (lol) but thats how you can place emphasis on scenes to have an emotional impact if the character doesnt say anything and just let the soundtrack do some talking and the cadence of the script will change too (im 10000% talking about the sunset scene in s1 god bless. like it was slow, there was MOOD there wasn’t any rush and really gave the viewer time to think about the relationship between the two characters and what that moment meant to each of them) i feel like there were several scenes that could have been more like in the scene where sai protected fubuki, could have been a little more dramatically emphasized (aka just a pause) so the viewer could get a chance to understand that he purprosefully shielded her or when genos says that strong heroes are drawn to saitama--bUT nope its the same pace, like c l o c k w o r k just like my t eARS--

the fight scenes: how do i even start. the one scene that got me INTO opm (like watching the anime, reading the manga, drawing fanart, writing fanfic, reading fanfics etc) was kickstarted by the fight scene between genos and saitama in s1 that was circulating on tumblr a while back. i thought the characters were interesting and the fight was badass and it just looked SO COOL. (also the forehead flick at the end just kinda sealed my fate). going from that to s2 fight scenes where its mostly cut scenes and freeze scenes?? where theres a cut out behind the characters back?? during a fight scene????? this isn’t a calling card or an anime opening??? i dont understand. when they dont do cut scenes, its interesting but my initial impression is just underwhelmed. i can find good parts but it feels like i have to replay the scene to notice it? theres also an overwhelming amount of graphics/cgi manipulation that overpowers the actual art sometimes. its lacking some of the fluidity that comes from hand drawn fight scenes from first season. OTL

the sound directing: so i thought that the mood just felt off for certain scenes and the sound didn’t seem to support the scene as well (unless it was like the character’s theme or smtg) and i looked it up and the sound director was also replaced (Yoshikazu Iwanami replacing Shoji Hata). i have no idea if the sound director is also in charge of character lines but there were parts were fubuki was monologuing and i had no idea she was inner monologuing, i thought she was talking out loud and that just took extra effort on my part to re-orient myself (im nitpitcking i know but its just how i watch shows lol) 

there are still some parts i like about the animation:

fubuki looks bangin and i love her👌👗

all of this just made me realize how insanely lucky we were to have an amazing s1 and just have it exist and how i really could not care less if they had just waited forever to make s2 as long as we had the same crew come back. but anime is still a business and the quicker they dish out merch/seasons, the more money they can bring in. which they do in the short run but they would bring in more if they spent a little more on quality in the long run and it becomes one of those classics that ppl will rewatch and keep recommending to ppl who want to get into anime and oh my god we’re never gonna have that now, are we. if im gonna rec it to a friend its gonna be ‘read the manga!’ or ‘just watch s1!’ uGH. its just an unfortunate situation, its not one person’s fault either, so many factors go into what made opm s1 so spectacular and seeing s2 just made me appreciate s1 more. i guess im happy to have a s2 regardless? 

i’ll still watch to support (and bc i like suiryuu and wanna see sai in a karate gi and wig lol). maybe i just have to get used to the new style. 

so in summary,

[mususubi]

i absolutely adore your art style- youre probably one of my favourite artists but i HAVE to ask... how do you colour? your colouring is GREAT and also mainly your lineart colouring. like how it changes the colour of the line slightly depending on what colour i ts on?? i dont know if that makes sense the point is ive wanted to do that w my art for ages but i can never get it right igbdsh how do u do it?

!! I'm so honoured that I've gotten to a point where someone can say I'm a favorite artist!! ;;o;; tysm!!!💕💕💕

Now about your question! Before I answer I just want to say that I'm not very savvy with the technical aspects of digital art, and the way I do art digitally may very likely be the long way or the unneccary way of doing things. So I'm sorry if u end up finding something easier!

I'm not very sure how to explain how I color, and I think there are lots of ways to do so, but a couple of things I think are good to keep in mind are:

1: unless your making a piece with purposely clashing colors, keep the piece within one tone. lately that tone for me has been orange/red. What I mean by this is basically think of it as if there a filter of a color over it. If u put a red filter over a piece, what would green look like? It would be a lot more diluted so u wouldn't wanna go with a bright, true green, u would want something closer to brown. If u think that way the colors you use end up being close to each other on the spectrum/analogous.

2: when shading DO NOT just use the same color but darker, move that cursor thingy around baby! Literally any other color can be used to shade if u wanted. Along these lines, experiment! Put a bit of red on a blue shirt, use yellow to highlight green, even if u think a color doesn't belong there, just try it out it could go rlly well!

So for your question about lines, I've used the medibang app for a lot of my slightly older art so I'll tell u how I did that first cuz it's super easy and I'm pretty sure other programs have something similar?

I circled it, but there's an option called protect alpha that lets you color over only what you have on that layer. I used this a lot to color over lines. As for how to make it similar to what color that the lines are over, I just used a darker or similar color to what color was underneath if that makes sense?

What I've been using recently is Autodesk sketchbook on my surface go. It doesn't have this feature as far as I've found so here's what I've been doing with the limited features this program has lol. (I only recommend this program if you think drawing comfortably is of higher importance than having all the bells and whistles of other programs, it is free tho)

Sketchbook has some layer options that I mess with and stack on top of each other until I find something I like. I also mess with the opacity of the lines so that the colors underneath easily show through. Two of the options I tend to use a lot are linear burn and color burn

This I just wanted to show that u can also just. Go over the lines in the colors u want them to be. This is my go to especially when I'm unfamiliar with a program. Things don't have to be technical to make it work u know? I'mjust impatient ok all of what's added on the second image is on one layer btw!

Ty for the ask!!! I hope this isn't too confusing ahh

[lady-une]

BSD Ch3

Guys I am so damn tired, but I did it! I started the chapter earlier today and it just flowed right out of me. I dont really have much to say, its actually getting kind of hard to see my screen with how tired I am. As always, like, comment, and share. Help me reach someone else who doesnt know about me and my work! Comments really help me grow and fuel me to write more! Think of them as the batteries in the energizer bunny, they just help me keep going lol.

He thought their love was eternal, that nothing would be able to break them apart. He put his trust and faith in the man he loved with all his heart. The one man he thought would never hurt him, did it in the most horrific way possible. How will he move on, having to see the man who broke his heart day in and day out. Having to see him smile and look at another the way he once did him. If had known this was his destiny all along, he would never had started on this path to begin with.

Word count: 4182

Theme: Angst

Rating: Mature, SMUT, Drinking

Pairing: Kwon Jiyong x Seungri

Master List

Chapter 1

The past couple of months since Seungri came home from the army were complete hell. He did his best to not let anyone catch on to his suffering but Seunghyun and Daesung could see it behind his fake smiles. They saw the way he always looked the other direction when Jiyong was with his girlfriend, the way he would leave the room when they would get too close for comfort. Seungri always found a way to dodge the many invites sent to him for dinner, he didn’t want to get to know the woman who had replaced him. He tried not to hold her responsible, he tried to like her he really did but he just couldn’t find it in his heart to be ok with how things were.

With the comeback set to release in a month the group was in full promotional swing, they were scheduled to appear on different variety shows and they were gearing up to record some music videos. The maknae was currently sitting in the back of the van on his phone typing out his feelings, the many nights of searching ways to get over an ex had turned him onto a discussion board where he read that if he wrote the feelings out it would be a way to purge said feelings. So, he had taken up to writing them out on his phone, sometimes the words would flow right out of him and sometimes they didn’t. The words didn’t always make sense, there were days where they were pure gibberish and other days they were almost like lyrics. The lyrics to the song of his heart, all the pain and anger was there and if he were to find the right beat they would be an amazing song.

The schedule for the day had them spending the whole day with the cast of Running Man, it had been such a long time since they were all together on a show. Yoo Jae-Suk announced them as the special guest and then came the standard questions about how excited they were for their comeback, they asked Seungri how things were for him in the Army, they asked Youngbae how life as a dad was treating him, and finally they asked the question on everyone’s mind, was Jiyong going to marry his current girlfriend. Seungri knew this question was going to come up and he did his best to not let them see how the question affected him but deep down inside he feared the answer. At night he would stay up tossing and turning in the guest room thinking about how that day was going to come. How he would handle it, some nights he imagined Jiyong coming to his senses and begging for Seungri to forgive him. Then other nights he would imagine Jiyong living happily with his wife and children, those were the nights he cried the most.

The episode today called for the cast to be split in teams, they had team lion being led by Jong-kook and team moth being led by Kwang-soo. The two cast members took turns picking members for their teams out of the remaining cast and the Bigbang members. By the end of the picking it was Seungri being on the same team as Seunghyun and Jiyong. The game was like capture the flag but with name tag ripping. Everything was going great until it came down to Jong-kook protecting their flag, and Jiyong and Seungri waiting in the dark for a member of the opposing team to make a move.

The two were huddled under a desk in a dark room with a perfect view of Jong-kook, both were breathing heavily and Seungri’s senses were on fire being so close to Jiyong. The scent of his body wash filled his nostrils, he was still using the same one he had bought for him years ago. His heart ached, his fingers twitched to just hold Jiyong’s hand. Shutting his eyes, he tried to take some calming breaths and to gain control of himself. It was of no use, he hadn’t felt Jiyong in so long that without him knowing it his finger had moved as if it had a mind of it’s own. It slowly brushed up against Jiyong’s soft skin causing the leader to damn near jump out of his skin. Seungri quickly moved his hand away and apologized, thankful for the lack of lighting because he was sure his cheeks were tinted a red shade.

Jiyong was embarrassed by the way he reacted, he just wasn’t expecting the maknae to do anything. Jiyong looked at the corner of his eye to watch the maknae move his hand as if it had caught fire from touching Jiyong. When in fact it was Jiyong who felt like he was on fire from the contact. When was the last time I had even touched him? Jiyong thought, the last time he saw him prior to his release was the night he broke up with him. The kiss on the cheek was the only contact he had with the maknae, he was a mess of emotions that night. Outside of that the last time he had touched Seungri was the day before he enlisted. The two had spent the whole day locked up in Seungri’s apartment. They laid on the couch watching their favorite movies. They took a long hot bubble bath together and shared a glass of wine. That night they made love until neither of them could move from their spots on the bed. For a brief moment Jiyong allowed himself to enjoy the closeness of Seungri’s presence, the maknae was doing everything in his power to never be alone or near Jiyong. Jiyong understood why, it was easier for him to stay away and it was better for Seungri to stay away. Jiyong’s heart didn’t ache like it did now to hold Seungri when he wasn’t near him. But Jiyong couldn’t do it, he was with Soo-min now and couldn’t do that to her. He had come this far and needed to stick to his decision, in time things won’t be this hard. That’s all they needed, enough time and things will go back to the way they were.

A commotion from the hallway brought both of the members attention back to the game. Jong-kook was currently trying to hold off Kwang-soo and Haha who were both trying to reach for his name tag and the flag. Springing to action Jiyong and Seungri rushed at the two opposing members and began to fight for name tags. Jiyong was laughing and it mixed in with Seungri’s laughs. The two members had succeeded in ripping off Haha’s name tag but were struggling to get Kwang-soo’s name tag. The tallest cast member was rolling on the floor with Seungri laughing and their bodies were a in a tangled mess on the ground. Seungri could feel Kwang-soo’s hand snaking its way up his shirt trying to grasp onto the name tag.

“Hyung help me! Save me!” Seungri called out to Jiyong who was standing there watching the two roll around.

Jiyong hearing his maknae’s plead for help he jumped in and grabbed onto the hand that almost had Seungri’s name tag. Kwang-soo yelled out for help but had no one left from his team to aid him. With Jiyong holding onto Kwang-soo’s hand Seungri was able to easily rip off his name tag ending the game and earing team lion the win.

Getting to his feet Seungri didn’t even think before jumping into Jiyong’s arms and Jiyong held him close as the two hopped around laughing. When Jiyong realized what he was doing he pulled away slowly while still laughing to not let on the awkwardness of the interaction. Seungri who was very much enjoying being in the arms of the man he loved felt another blow to his heart.

As the cast and production crew got ready for the closing scene Seungri reached in his pocket and pulled out his phone. He had received a message earlier in the game but was unable to answer it. Opening it up he saw that it was from Mino and he was wondering if Seungri wanted to go out for some drinks later. Drinks sounded better than going home and crying into his pillow again, plus it would maybe help him get over the pain he was filling from today. Being this close and having so many interactions with Jiyong was taking a toll on him emotionally. Send a quick response to Mino he let him know he was just finishing up with the running man cast and where they were shooting. Mino’s response was even quicker, letting Seungri know he was in the area and could easily pick him up.

Sitting in the dressing room the members began to change back into their clothes they wore to the recording. Everyone was in good spirits and tired, Daesung was laughing about something Kwang-soo had done earlier in the day and Seunghyun couldn’t help but get caught up in the laughter. Seungri smiled as he listened to the story and turned back to the counter for his phone. As he reached down he caught Jiyong staring at him but Jiyong quickly diverted his gaze.

It had been awhile since he had seen a smile like that on Seungri’s face, it was a smile he had missed. The smile of Seungri being content with how things were at the moment, a smile he often had when the whole group was together and able to be themselves. He couldn’t help but be captivated by the smile, Seungri the was the sun that drew Jiyong in after all. Soon enough the manager came in and asked if everyone was ready to head off and they all nodded. The van pulled up and Youngbae hopped in followed by Daesung and then Seunghyun. Jiyong looked back to Seungri and was about to ask him what he was waiting for when a black sports car pulled up. The bright lights flashed and Jiyong saw Seungri smile before walking towards it.

“Seungri!” Jiyong called out, “Where are you going? The van is right here.”

“I have another ride.” Seungri pointed to the dark mysterious car.

“You just got out, we don’t need any scandals right now! Especially with the comeback set to be released! Can’t you just stay out of trouble for once! I don’t have the energy to be cleaning up your messes!” Jiyong was pissed, what made Seungri think he had the luxury to go out making a mess.

Suddenly the driver side car door opened and out stepped a figure, with the way the lights were shining in Jiyong’s eye he wasn’t able to make out who the figure was until it stepped in front of the light.

“Ri-ah are you coming?” Mino called out to Seungri. There stood dressed to the nine’s was none other the Song Mino, the man had his hair slicked back and wore an all black ensemble with his shirt unbuttoned at the top to reveal some of his chest.

What did he call him? Jiyong asked himself as he glared at the man.

“Yes, I am!” Seungri responded before turning back to the glaring Jiyong, “Don’t worry about me hyung, I can take care of myself. Plus my messes are in fact now just my messes, you don’t have to worry about cleaning up after me. You dissolved that responsibility the night of Youngbae’s baby shower.”

“Seungri!” Jiyong shouted and moved towards the maknae to stop him from leaving.

A firm hand gripped on Jiyong’s shoulder stopping him in his place. Looking behind him ready to rip the limb from whoever decided to be stupid trying to stop him, he noticed it was in fact the eldest member. Seunghyun dug his fingers into Jiyong’s shoulder and glared at him before turning his attention to the younger men.

“Mino-ya, make sure you have our Seungri home at a decent hour. We have an early morning music video shoot tomorrow!”

“I will hyung!” Mino smiled up at Seunghyun before walking to the passenger door and opening it. “Your chariot awaits sweet prince.”

Seungri covered his face with his hands and laughed before walking to the car and getting in. Seunghyun didn’t let Jiyong go until Mino had driven off with the beloved maknae.

“What the fuck was that hyung!”

“I could ask you the same thing Jiyong! You have no right to be telling Seungri where he is allowed to go!”

“The hell I don’t!”

“You don’t! you lost that right when you broke that poor man’s heart! You continued to lose that right the more you flaunt your relationship in front of him!”

“I am still the leader!”

“That you are, but even the leader doesn’t get to control a grown man’s every move. You lost this one, it’s time for you to reap what you sowed.”

Seunghyun turned towards the van and climbed in leaving an angry Jiyong to watch as the tail lights of Mino’s car disappeared around the corner.

That night as Jiyong laid in bed next to his girlfriend he couldn’t shut off his mind, he tossed and turned thinking about Seungri and Mino. When did they become so close, close enough for Mino to come and pick up Seungri. For them to be joking around the way they were. Turning to the side he pulled his blankets up and clutched them close crossing his arms, just what were they doing right now? Where did Mino take Seungri? All the tossing and turning had woken up Soo-min, turning to her side she tossed her arm over Jiyong.

“Oppa? What’s wrong?” She asked in her tired voice dragging Jiyong from his racing thoughts.

“Nothing, just work. I’m sorry I woke you.” Jiyong turned around and pulled her close so her head would rest on her in his chest. Closing his eyes he pushed all thoughts of Seungri out of his mind and concentrated on the woman in his arms and his need for sleep.

The next morning Jiyong arrived on set and looked around, Youngbae was sitting in a chair chugging the coffee in his glass no doubt needing it after a long night recording and then going home to his son. Daesung was stretched out with his head in the lap of the eldest member, he had his arm thrown over his face covering his eyes from the bright lights. Seunghyun had his sunglasses on and his head propped up on his arm that was resting on the arm of the chair. Carrying his coffee and he walked around looking everywhere for Seungri, yet he was nowhere to be found. Sitting down next to Youngbae he turned to the tired dad.

“Where is the maknae?”

“Not sure, he hasn’t come yet.”

“I see.”

“Why don’t you call him?” Youngbae suggested as he let out a yawn.

Jiyong pulled his phone out, angry that Seungri was already causing problems.

“Put the phone away, Seungri knew we had an early morning shoot, he will be here.” Seunghyun said from his spot on the couch.

“This is why he shouldn’t have gone out last night!” Jiyong seethed through his clenched teeth.

The two were caught in a staring contest, neither one was ready to give it up until the door opened and in walked in Seungri’s manager with a bag of clothes.

“Where is Seungri, he told me to bring him some fresh clothes.”

“What do you mean fresh clothes? Didn’t he go home?”

Before Seungri’s manager could answer, in walked the missing man of the hour. He had his phone up to his ear laughing at whatever the other person had said. Jiyong stared him down, how dare he be laughing and smiling when Jiyong had no idea where he was or if he was going to show up.

“I’m not sure how long we will be shooting it today. Diner? Yeah sure I think we will be done by then. Ok I will call you then.” Seungri smiled at his phone before shoving it in his pocket and taking his sunglasses off.

Seungri looked around the room at his hyungs, all of them were smiling except for Jiyong who looked as if he was ready to fight someone.

“Morning.” Seungri said with a cheerful voice.

“Good morning indeed, did you have fun last night?” Seunghyun responded with a wide grin on his face.

“I did, we had a lot of fun.”

“Obviously since you didn’t go home last night.” Daesung added as he sat up on the couch.

“Stop, it wasn’t like that. We just went out for some drinks and went back to his place to watch a movie and share some wine.”

“Don’t be shy, Mino was dressed very handsomely last night.” Seunghyun wiggled his eyebrows at Seungri before giving him a wink.

Seungri covered his eyes a light pink blush crept up his chest. Jiyong hated it. Jiyong was angry before but now he was downright pissed! He stayed out all night drinking and didn’t even bother going home! He wanted to take the boy to a back room and give him a proper punishment. Jiyong sucked in his breath, where did that train of thought come from. Things weren’t that way anymore for him to be able to do that.

“Glad you could finally show up, we have lots of work to do.” Jiyong said before storming off into wardrobe.

The music video being shot today was for their flower road song they had released when Jiyong and the others were still enlisted. It was going to be a colorful music video with them dressed up and serenading their parts to girls as they each took turns in different gardens. Seungri being in a better mood thanks to Mino being a great friend and distracting him from the stress that was Jiyong and their failed relationship. Seungri was quiet the charmer when he wanted to be and was doing just that with his stand in girlfriend for the music video. When it wasn’t his time to shoot a scene Jiyong would catch glimpses of the two sitting with their head close together laughing and chatting. The girl had a permanent pink blush on her face being so close to Seungri. The stress from Seungri was causing problems for Jiyong, he was messing up his parts of the song and not following the director’s orders.

Seungri noticed that Jiyong was having problems and was confused why the almighty G dragon was having issues. Grabbing his fake girlfriend’s hand Seungri lead her away from the current shot and out of eye sight from Jiyong.

Jiyong wasn’t sure if Seungri had left due to the fact he knew Jiyong was struggling because of him or if he just got bored and wanted to move away from the constant shouting. Either way Jiyong was grateful and finally able to finish his portion of the garden scene.

The rest of the night was shooting group shots of them singing parts of the song. They each took turns performing their parts and it was as if nothing had changed, they were Bigbang again doing what they enjoyed the most. Jiyong danced around Seungri as he sang his parts, the maknae was dressed with black trousers and a see through black shirt that had specks of silver interwoven into the. Every time Seungri moved and hit a certain light his shirt would sparkle like little small diamonds were embedded in it. Jiyong felt his heart do it’s own little dance at the sight of Seungri performing. Spinning away from camera Jiyong let out a large sigh, he was going down the wrong path again with his thoughts.

Eventually the director called it a night and members thanked everyone for their hard work before going into wardrobe and getting undressed. Jiyong wasn’t in wardrobe when Seungri was getting dressed today for the shoot, it was when Seungri was pulling up his pants and turning away from Jiyong did he notice the purple mark on shoulder blade. Blinding red rage coursed through Jiyong’s veins. Grabbing his shirt from the hanger he pushed his head and arms through before walking towards the clueless Seungri and grabbing his arm.

Seungri was caught off guard as he was going to button his shirt when Jiyong grabbed his hand and dragged him towards the bathroom. Jiyong pinned him in between the sink and himself before spinning him around so his back faced him and pulled the shirt down.

“Hyung what are you doing?” Seungri asked as he looked in the reflection of the mirror to see Jiyong scanning his shoulder.

“I should be asking you that! Look at this mark on your shoulder! How could you let him mark you like that! What if someone else had scene? This would have caused problems for everyone! Didn’t I tell you that I don’t have time to cover your scandals up anymore?”

Seungri pushed back from the sink making Jiyong stumble backwards. Pulling his shirt up he looked at Jiyong who was scowling at him. Seungri began buttoning his shirt as he talked.

“Just as I told you before, you don’t need to worry about me. I can handle my own problems, they are my own and I don’t need your help fixing them. I am a grown man with my own businesses, I was doing fine without you the whole time you were gone and I will continue to be fine now that I am out and you have your new girlfriend.”

Jiyong didn’t miss the way Seungri said girlfriend, the way his said the title was as if it was a curse word, full of poison and hatred.

“So since you are a grown man you are just going to go whoring around town then? Just throwing yourself at any man or woman?”

“Do you really think that lowly of me? For all the years we were together do you honestly think that I would just chance it and sleep with anyone?”

“It wouldn’t be the first time.”

Seungri allowed his arms to drop to his side, so this is how Jiyong really thought of him. If he had thought of him this way, then how did he ever love him? I guess he never did love me, Seungri thought to himself. If Jiyong truly did love him then he would never had cheated on him nor left him.

Jiyong wasn’t blind, he saw how his statement had hurt Seungri. He wanted so much to reach out and to pull Seungri into his arms and apologize for saying such hurtful words. But that damn pride wouldn’t let hm. Before Jiyong could say anything else a large banging came at the bathroom door followed by Seunghyun’s voice.

“I swear to god Jiyong I will kill you if you are doing anything to Seungri! Let him out right now before I bust this door down!”

Just as Jiyong was opening his mouth to say a smart-ass response about how Seunghyun doesn’t have the strength a ringing sound came from within the room. Jiyong watched as Seungri pulled out his phone and read the text message before putting it back in his pocket and walking past him. Jiyong grabbed onto Seungri’s arm stopping him.

“Where do you think you are going we aren’t finished!”

Seungri shoved off Jiyong’s hold, “If you must know I have plans, and according to your thought process it’s a date with my new fuck buddy. So just leave me the fuck alone!”

Jiyong tried to grab onto him again but Seungri shoved him back and unlocked the bathroom door leaving a very pissed off Jiyong holding onto the sink for support.

“Hyung I am heading out first.”

“Ok Seungri, you and Mino have fun.” Seunghyun said as he waved goodbye to the maknae.

“Seungri stop right the fuck there!” Jiyong shouted as he made a move to run after Seungri.

Again, it was Seunghyun who stopped him blocking his path.

“I told you last night you lost any right to that man! Go back to your girlfriend and leave Seungri alone, let him find his own peace and happiness. The poor guy deserves nothing but that after everything you have put him through.”

Seunghyun turned and walked over to Daesung, putting his arm around the angelic man’s shoulder the two walked out of the dressing room. Youngbae came over to Jiyong and put his hand on his shoulder trying to comfort his best friend. All Jiyong could do was watch the two walk out of the room.

“That use to be me and Seungri.” Jiyong whispered.

“Yes it was, but you decided that wasn’t enough. You made your choice, now you have to live with it. Let the maknae go, he doesn’t deserve any of this. He never did.”

Youngbae moved away and walked out the door leaving Jiyong to think about the choices he has made.

NEXT

[all-hail-the-witcher]

Story time?

okay so

this was in June right

so I had to make a video for history about the progression of music and fashion or something and I dont know anything about making videos but my sister does so I was like “hey if I make the whole script find all the audio and the pictures can you put it together for me?” and she was like lol sure and my mom didnt really care cause it was the end of the year and like there was no way I could have done it but in exchange I had to do her science project for her which was building a bottle rocket

now I had done w=this project when I was her age, literally within 48 hours before it was due with one of my friends in her basement. the rocket itself was terrible and only went 29 feet in the air cause we didnt put the fins on right or give it a point at the nose cause we couldn't figure it out (we were in honors science and were graded on how high it went and everyone else went like 80+ feet) but it looked amazing cause it was painted as starry night. so im like alright this is my chance to redeem myself.

so I ask her what she wants it to look like and like the mean girls soundtrack had just recently come out and we were both obsessed (her more than me) so she says “mean girls” and im like cool okay I got this. so I painstakingly glue the bottles together perfectly straight (and I got a nice hot glue gun burn from that on my forearm cause I cant use a hot glue gun, its a perfect circle and looks like a cigarette burn) and then I sand them and mix the paint together to achieve Mean Girls Pink and paint “on Wednesdays we wear pink” in the lettering on the side, glue on pink glitter, make a pointy piece for the top, measure the fins to the perfect proportions and slap em on there like I spent a good 5 hours on this thing. so they launch the rocket at school right and guess how many feet it goes? 534 now im no math expert but thats way higher than 29, so I redeemed myself.

anyway though my sister is still editing my video and it ends up taking 20 hours, she was up until like 2 am on several school nights finishing it and im like hmmm this isnt exactly a fair deal here cause shes like hecking pissed at me for making her do this even though I made a fantastic rocket but whatever

so im like wellll see she wanted to see mean girls and I did too kinda (although mainly cause ben Iain and denarius but thats cause I saw all of them in newsies) and im like alright its coming up on summer I got some cash saved up for my laptop fund lets see if I can find some cheap ones

so I search and find some cheapish like 70 dollar ones for some Wednesday in the end of august that were way back in the mezzanine and im like cool okay yeah I can pay for this

so im like “yo dad my sister put way more work into my video than I did into her rocket and I wanna buy her mean girls tickets as a thank you” and hes like “...... okay ill look into it”

keep in mind at this point the video isnt even being done edited.

so my dad has given me approval for this even after a few days and hes kinda talked with my mom about it so im like “hey cool” and the video gets done being edited and its great I got an 88 on it, didnt have to take the final, everyones happy

and so im like “dad mean girls tickets I wanna buy them soon before the prices go up” cause the Tony awards were like that weekend and if they won anything they were gonna be more expensive

and hes like “yeah so we've been thinking it would be way easier for you to go see it that weekend where were already in the city”

so I thi k at this point it was like idk, June 13 maybe ?? and I was gonna be in the city the 23, 24, and 25 cause I had a show and we were gonna be staying overnight

and im like “dad, thats gonna be expensive”

and hes like “yeah I know but it makes more sense this way cause then we dont have to pay to get into the city and parking and all that stuff and me and mom decoded that we can pay for it” which, for all you who dont know, its a 25 dollar toll to get into ny plus like 30 to 50 dollars parking plus food and all that other stuff and its just kinda a hassle

so im like “alright cool” and so literally the night before the Tony awards me and my dad are sitting picking out tickets. they were in the mezzanine, left side, 4 rows from the bak on the aisle, but its a small theater so like dossent matter.

so we got the tickets and the next night me and my sister watch the Tonys and shes like freaking out cause “oh my god mean girls is amazing I wish we could see it” and im like “holy shit were going to see this” cause it was a surprise for her

and so for the next week or so I have to keep this a secret from my sister which was so damn hard cause it was all she would ever talk about

and so then its time to tell her

and its the last day of her school (mine got out 2 days before) and my mom knew I was gonna tell her that night so we got to target and I pick her out this cool outfit it was like flowy pants and a shirt and a necklace and I think we got her a bag and I had bought this cool jumpsuit a few weeks ago and im like getting excited cause its Wednesday and were going Saturday

so shes in the shower and I cut out all these letters in various shades of pink that say “I see stars, so many stars Saturday night” cause like we were going Saturday night and like stars like broadway stars get it and I hang them up in the kitchen with the tickets and the outfit and surprise her and she was essntially like “oh my god whats happening”

and then

the day

so I had a show that weekend with my company in the city thats why I was there and on Saturday we had to take a class from 5;30 to 7 and then there was going to be a show that night that we were going to so I get special permission to miss the show and go to mean girls cause like d u h and so it was literally so insane I got out of my class, grabbed food, me and my sister and my dad ran up 11 city blocks to out hotel quick ate showered got changed and made it to the theater literally at 7:56 

and then the show started and I cried and it was so amazing and just me and myself sister went so like we were squeezing each others hands really tight the whole time and Iain young was swinging and our dad let us stage door and just holy hell it was amazing

and the next day I had a rehearsal at 8 am

and that is the story of how I saw mean girls

[warmthintouches]

Me: is there anything that you are absolutely against

Him: idk? I think I'd know of something came up in a convo, but otherwise probably not.

Me: okay

Him: yeah never really had any boundaries up until this point. Its all been pretty basic.

Me: thats not a bad thing really

Him: not really

Me: you didn't ask me the same question

Him: I figured we already went over your, but what are you're absolute no nos?

Me: what did I say they were before

Him: I don't remember but its probably saved in the chat somewhere...

Me: nbd

Him: my memory is shit im sorry

Me: whats my fav color

Him: Is it worse to not answer or to answer completely wrong lol

Me: I guess just be and honest and say you don't remember

Him: Red was the first thing that came to mind, but then i thought yellow and now i confused myself on if either of them are correct

Me: red is my least fav color

Him: well where did I pull that from then?

Me: no idea.

Him: im guessing yellow isn't up there either then

Me: nope

Him: and its not a typical "girly" color like purple or pink right?

Me: nope

Him: I feel really bad that I can't remember something this basic

Me: I remember yours...

Him: I feel like mine changes depending on my mood, but what did I tell you

Me: Blue, but specifically that one football teams color blue...like a carolina blue? Sorta. And you have a shirt you wear thats got a similar color on it. Bc I told you it looked hot on you one day.

Him: Now i feel really bad, cuz you even got the shade right too

Me: My memory is really good when it comes to things like someone's fav things...colors, animals, all of it. I think its important if you like someone even as a friend.

Him: Idk why its just not coming to me tonighy

Me: its fine

Him: im really sorry

Me: its fine lolol

Him: We had to go over that during one of our rapid fire question periods.. and im getting jumbled

Me: yeah we probably did

Him: Im just running through so many colors and i cant find one that jogs my memory

Me: you're going to feel really dumb when I finally tell you what it is

Him: like I dont already feel dumb...

Me: its fine, like I said....

Him: 😑😑

Me: Do you remember my fav season? Or if I have siblings? Or what state I would i would chose to live in?

Him: Holy shit, my memory is absolute ass

Me: I figured lol

Him: is your favorite state Washington?

Me: good guess but no. Its like my second choice tho.

Him: dont tell me its colorado

Me: nope I don't understand the hype of colorado...

Him: I feel like Winter is your favorite season (i hope)

Me: I am feeling like you don't remember any of my fav things bc you don't care...ill be honest. But! You got one right. Winter is my fav.

Him: My memory is honestly shit, im shocked i dont remember most of these

Me: 😕

Him: I feel absolutely terrible

Me: its okay

Him: its really not

Me: Idk why it bothers me so bad...it started when you didn't remember what I disliked sexually...if we're gonna bang you should probably lock that one in...

Him: choking you don't like?

Me: not the main thing I said I dislike. I want to try more choking but not too tight.

Him: I dont remember if it was the main thing, but wasnt there something you didnt like with spanking too hard

Me: Yeah there was that...im more of a squeeze person rather than spanking. But....the main thing I dislike is 1) don't fucking do anything weird with my feet. Thats gross. 2) don't fucking spit on me. I fucking hate it.

Him: I dont actually remember bringing either of those up.. but i hate feet myself and the spitting thing is also weird anyway

Me: We talked about both of those things once....it was part of the same convo where you told me you once had a girl who was into the whole like sexual preditor thing.... God, why can I remember every thing someone says but I can't remember my debit card number.

Him: Oh shit your right.. think i moved more passed those because im not even into them

Me: 👍👍

Him: 👍

Me: Do you want to know my fav color or shoukd I even bother? 😅

Him: I do wanna know, cuz if its something i thought of imma be pissed

Me: Too bad 😈

Him: you know what....I deserve that...

Me: You do...I remember all your stuff. Cant even remember my fav color....sheesh 😅 I'm just teasing btw

Him: Im seriously gonna be so pissed at myself

Me: You really are...I personally feel like if you paid any attention at all its going to seem very obvious once I tell you.

Him: Like i said imma feel awful

Me: ....just let's me know how important i am to you so 👍 good to know for future reference 😅😂 im sorry that was...a low blow

Him: Keep piling on the guilt why dont you

Me: I'm sorry. I just...feel very forgettable or unnoticeable 90% of the time. Especially at work when half the time no one even knows im there until like midway through the day. So when you want to bone me so bad but you don't even remember my fav color it stings a little

Him: I get it, and i dont help matters most of the time

Me: its okay

Him: You keep saying that and i know its complete bullshit because it hurts you and i know it does

Me: But I like to pretend to be chill about it.

Him: You need to pretend with me, come out and tell me im a piece of shit or whatever.. i understand that ive fucked up in this scenario....You dont need to pretend* (jesus my fingers cant follow my brain)

Me: But if I don't pretend to be chill about it then I might like..scare you off or something. And I dont think you're a piece of shit, just wish I mattered enough for you to remember those things about me...

Him: But pretending just isnt being genuine to either of us, if i fuck up then tell me its not gonna run me off

Me: okay...

Him: Like ive admitted that im an awful person for not remember these things

Me: But you're not really. I'm just a weirdo who remembers that kind of stuff. I shouldn't expect you to remember those things...but then I get mad bc it hurts when you don't.

Him: Then tell me that, dont tell me its okay when its obviously not okay

Me: okay, im sorry ill work on that..

Him: okay good, and ill work on my memory...I promise

Me: 😘☺ so...do you want to know my favorite color?

Him: please? 🥺

Me: forest gree

Him: I Sat here for the last like 15 minutes thinking it was like a dark evergreen type color, but didnt wanna be wrong again and make things worse

Me: 😂😂

Him: Im so fucking mad now.. i had it and wasnt confident enough

Me: 😂 don't be mad at yourself. Like I said, I shouldn't expect you to remember those types of things. You were so close dark evergreen tho!

Him: I shoukd have remembered that.. I really should have...What makes it so obvious tho??

Me: Bc I am constantly outside and always wanting to be in the forest?? I've told you several times that I would just like to be in the forest?? And my fav trees are pine trees. And my fav place to be is in the woods.

Him: Why did I not put that together to remember forest green... your right it was too damn obvious

Me: Idk? Bc you don't care to retain things i talk about? 😅😂Maybe its just me. Im always outside somewhere when the weather allows. I thought it was obvious, it probably wasn't.

Him: its super obvious...im just a piece of shit

Me: well now you know.

Him: yes I do, and I promise I will not forget again. Locking it in my vault in my brain.

[mythomagically-delicious]

I just had this awesome dream where Jim and Strickler kept having to work together (from Trollhunters) and eventually had to bring Barbara in for back up, and sometimes Toby was there too and Merida from Brave was also a person of interest, as was Vector from Despicable Me.

At one point Jim and Toby wanted to sneak into Strickler's hotel room but Strickler caught them and said "if you wanted my advice, all you had to do was ask. If you want to defeat the Broad family and take back the child (Merida was a lil 4 year old they were trying to rescue for all different reasons) than I suggest burning their plant to the ground. That will smoke them out, I believe." And they argued about how violent or necessary it was, but they went with Strickler's plan.

They were trying to open Strickler's safe so they could get at his special matches, and Strickler kept repeating the hella complicated pattern code, but Jim kept forgetting a key step.

Sidebar, but one of Strickler's nicknames in my dream was "Jade", and they'd been calling Strickler Jade mostly up to this point.

Jim got really frustrated at the lock and said "why dont you just do it, dad?!" And stomped off.

Then he realized he said DAD instead of JADE and he got suuuuuper embarrassed. Obv Strickler noticed. But he grabbed a plastic fork and resolved to stab him if he brought up the dad/jade thing.

They went and burned the plant. Then returned to the massive hotel where every person of interest was staying and tried to get the baby away from the family. The older members got the call their factory was burning and left Merida in the charge of the younger (but still like not also kids) Broad members.

There was a diverse, giant meeting of minds conference happening at the hotel. They had to dodge all of that while having their almost tug of war "save the kid!" With the others. They got her eventually.

But Jim still needed Strickler's help. They actually got caught on a mission to this dystopian type factory on accident. Like they werent supposed to be on mission yet, but the owners of the factory caught them while they were scoping the place out discreetly in Strickler's fancy car. Got implicated in both a kidnapping (that they witnessed with their own eyes as more kids kidnapping the workers and leaving behind boxes of something on a single wheelchair, which had blocked their exit) and worsening productivity (a higher crime to the despicable higher ups).

Also every time a character died they regenerated in a few hours. That's a pretty key thing to note here.

So they were captured. Brought to questioning.

Also important: I was shifting between a watchful third person pov and Jim's pov, so sometimes I was Jim and sometimes I was just watching. (Only once did I shift to Barbara, and that was when Jim was the one who died for the plan that night, while Strickler and Barbara carried it out. Barbara was helping Strickler stretch before the mission that had so far been a failure for 10 nights in a row, and he was sore from regenerating so often. They were talking and laughing against one of the giant train -ish metal storage units. Like theyd have down by the docks. She was mostly focused on the help, but 'helped herself ' to a good look at Strickler's backside while she did so, realized what she was thinking about a little guilty when they were here for a bigger reason, and snapped out of it. Strickler didn't quite see it but he hoped she would and they were both pretty happy about it overall)

In questioning they were at first together, then broken apart, then put together again. Jim and Strickler were trying to stick together so a rescue op later wouldn’t be as necessary. The whole moment of being forced to stop holding arms or something. It was good. Jim was silent in interrogation. Strickler made vague, unsettling jokes and threats and the questioners quickly threw them back into the one interrogation room, for the main boss to talk to them.

Strickler peeked out the blinds and grinned, slowly, and the main boss pushed him aside as he went to check the window. Strickler came to stand behind Jim, silently urged him to stand, and they backed toward the door. The boss was standing by the window in shock.

Hundreds of people on bicycles were overtaking the compound. In various shades of blues, yellows, greens, and one red man, Vector, who didn’t even like Strickler, yet came to his aid as the rest of them did, pedaling away, then scaling the building, rattling the doors, causing general mayhem. They were shown the door and released.

Strickler and Jim grinned and whooped once they were out. Strickler changed into khaki shorts and a purple Hawaiian shirt and green glasses with pineapples on them (see: Gravity Falls for the look) and celebrated with his friends that had come to wreck the place. 

Their original purpose was achieved. But they realized there was something worse happening inside. Later the security was tighter and the beings they’d brought in to guard it were powerful. Most of his friends tailgated outside the gates and that’s where Jim found Strickler again.

He told him he needed his help to finish the job. The mission. Strickler changed back and agreed. 

Each time they tried to sneak in over the toxic river or between the storage stacks, but once they got to the inner playground, they were stopped by the fearsome beings, killing them, forcing a regeneration.

Grims.

Dogs, of various shapes and sizes (the smallest was barely 8 inches tall, the largest was bigger than a mastiff or st. bernard, idk which is bigger) that bit you in the butt and dragged you backward, flinging you from this realm and into the regeneration state, where you always would awake just outside the compound’s gates. 

They tried many different types of bait to get around it, but they couldn’t. They died each time. They eventually brought Barbara in (cue the scene described above, on a night she killed Jim before the mission as to try and be an in too the compound, but it didn’t work).

The dream was unresolved in terms of “did they ever get what they were after” and Idk if they ever got in. But in between all the serious stuff was some seriously funny and good moments. Absolutely none of it is really from the show (except for Strickler and Barbara flirting, I guess, lol) but like. It was so flipping fun to wake up from this one.

Strickler and Jim were allies. He accidentally called him dad and then threatened to stab him with a plastic fork if it was ever brought up again. Everybody called Strickler “barrel” as a nick-name and in-dream-universe it made sense so he sighed but rolled with it. Jim did some morally questionable things. Everybody rode bikes everywhere except Strickler had a maserati or something. Strickler had green eyes and a green changeling form so everybody also nicknamed him Jade. Barbara and Strickler had a cute flirting moment before dying again for the mission.

It was just. It was a lot and it was so much fun! Plus Merida was a toddler that Jim and Toby and Strickler had to save from basically the mafia of Arcadia while at a diversity conference celebrating the greatest minds from around the world.

[toonytoodles]

WIP - Info dump, [TBN project]

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About the world -

It's similar to a ren faire, there's a mix of the midevial and modern worlds, where wearing a wizards cloak is as common as wearing a t-shirt and jeans, there's modern technology as well as old, and a mix of magic and science. Their earth is different than our own, they have two moons and a pink sky, their grass is blue and there are multiple species that inhabit the world, humans live there, but so do fairies, giants, elves, centaurs, manticores, and many more.

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About the town -

Their town is known as Tradeskeep, it's a small town where travellers and adventurers often pass through, the town has a multitude of shops for anything an adventurer may need, such as potions, weapons, and more. There's also a tavern and an inn, so those passing through may rest. This town has older technologies and relies more on magic than science, and acts as a rest stop, it's sort of a small town, a good place to lay low during your travels, though beware of the wildlife, and know that all sales are final. The locals are all very friendly and used to tourists, but dont take kindly to thieves or those who incite violence.

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Holidays/celebrations -

*Winter holidays:

*Fire festival - Cold blooded folks gather to celebrate fire, giving thanks to the warmth that helps them survive during this time of year. It's an ancient tradition hundreds if not thousands of years old, said to have started when dragons first began breathing fire. It's celebrated by gathering together in a festival, the festivities include fire dancing, shows, traditional foods and deserts, music, and games! It also includes watching the dragon migration that flies overhead the festival, and on the rare occasion a dragon lands to rest, it's customary to offer it food. Cold blooded families have celebrations in their homes, exchanging gifts and having a large meal known as "the feast of flames."

*Troploch - A day celebrated by all! On this day hundreds of years ago, the tribes of different species came together and made peace, exchanging offerings and having a great feast to celebrate. This holiday is very meaningful to everyone, the way different species and cultures have come together, it'd be hard to imagine life any other way, especially since most people now have friends and family of other species. This day is celebrated in a simple way, friends and family come together and appreciate that they can be together. This can be celebrated in multiple ways, many people give each other gifts, come together to eat a feast, some sing songs, some do all of the above! However it's celebrated, it's just important to appreciate those around you, as it hasn't always been this way. Many also participate in the traditions of other cultures, for example, a human and a draconic may celebrate both Gjivun and the Fire Festival together.

*Oge'hnn - A silly tradition started decades ago by a child concerned about their borrower friends, but now everyone does it. It's mostly a holiday for borrowers; food, treats, and small trinkets are left out in an offering for borrower families, ensuring that small families have full bellies during the holidays, and even the tiniest of children get a present.

*Jeidiku - A religious holiday, a week is spent fasting before a large feast is had, but it's customary to read from the texts before eating. This is usually a time to repent for any sins, forgive those who've wronged you, a make resolutions for the next year

*Gjivun - Another religious holiday, for this holiday, trees are decorated and presents are put under it for the entire family, there's also a large meal on this day. On this holiday, the day starts by an elder reading the text before beginning the festivities.

*Other holidays throughout the year:

Civirillii - Long long ago, giants were seen as savage monsters, often hunted or hurt for simply existing and trying to survive. They never fought back, many died, and the rest became good at hiding, leading many to think they were nearly extinct. It wasn't until a young human found and befriended a young giant that this changed. He defended his giant friend, and changed the minds of his village, leading to the idea that giants could be trusted. This small village ended up making a huge difference to giants all over the world.

Mjfnor -

A coming of age ritual, where one officially becomes an adult, celebrated by nearly every culture, but some have different names for it, such as Ednder, Giftnik, etc.,

Infinahgan -

A holiday celebrated by elementals, simply a celebration of life, where they tell tales of their ancestors and Infinahgans long ago

Celebrations:

Anniversaries are celebrated, days where couples first met or wed, days where one first came into the world, etc.,

Species notes (basically pokedex entries lol):

*Draconics:

The subtype [TBN] are one of the most common types of Draconics, their skin tones are typically a snowy shade of white, and their scale colors ranging from red-pink-purple, this species of Draconics are fire breathers, and are mildy venomous. Their tail tips are shaped like arrows, an easy way to tell if a Draconic is venomous. In this species, both the males and females have tails, but there's a difference between them; the males have short tails, whereas once females reach maturity, they typically have longer tails, another difference between the two is that only the males have wings. In this spieces, they reproduce sexually and lay eggs, the eegs are large and are often spotted like a sparrows egg. There's no way to know if the egg is male or female until it hatches, and the egg takes about 9 months to hatch, having to be kept warm at all times. Once hatched, they are quite large, about the size of a three month old, and are able to open their eyes, and though uncommon, some have teeth, ready to eat food, but besides those traits are raised like any other child. This sub species of draconics are cold blooded, and their temperature should be considered at all times, as it could mean life or death. Draconic scales are very strong, and it's said that if a Draconic should show you their underbelly while laying down (ESPECIALLY ABSENT MINDEDLY) that they trust you with their lives, as that is their biggest weak point, it means that they see you as family, and in certain circumstances, it could potentially mean that they see you as a partner.

[In the Draconic species, there are many variants, far to many to be described. There are various species of Draconic, some breathing fire, others ice, and even energy and electricity, some have wings while others don't, some have spines and different types of scales, but here I'm mainly discussing Avery's particular subtype, and eventually return to fill in the other variants/subtypes]

*Giants:

Giants are basically large humans, they aren't much different, they just require more space, food, & patience

*Fairies: Fairies are born about half an inch tall with small wings, having their wings grow with them as they age. They can get from 4-7" tall, and at age 15 can gain minimal size shifting, from their regular size to about 4-5' tall, this is exhausting and short lasting, but it's a good ability to learn. Fairies can't fly when their wings are wet, and can't change size when contained.

[This is for my own version of fairies, as everyone has their own interpretations of them]

*Anthropomorphics:

They walk up right, wear clothes and have poseable thumbs, they're a lot like people; but still look like animals, traits from their species, and at times have animalistic behavior. Examples of this include rabbits having good hearing, cats being able to see in the dark, etc., Animalistic behavior is mostly displayed at a young age, and is usually grown out of at a couple of years old. Though sometimes their animalistic (or "savage,") behavior comes out when it's triggered, often when feeling they're in a life or death situation, it's an adrenaline rush that is displayed differently in their species.

*Borrowers:

Borrowers are born very small, and with very protective parents. Typically young borrowers aren't even seen until they're 3-4 years old, as parents try to keep them safe until they're old enough to understand how fragile their species is. When around this species, be aware of your surroundings, your actions, your movements and tone of voice, from the perspective of a borrower everything you do matters.

*Elementals:

There are several classes of elemental; Water, Fire, Earth, Air, Cloud, Slime, Wood, and Electric. This species is genderless, and they have a strange way of reproducing, though as they get older they may choose to assign themselves a gender. Many go by they/them pronouns, and that's sort of the default, but many choose to go by different pronouns, it's sort of an issue among elementals. There's not much anatomy, they're entirely made up of one substance, they have no bones or organs, or eyes- so they sense vibrations to "see," they can't smell either, but they can feel and can sense movement. It can be hard to tell if a bucket of water is sentient- but in this world you have to be careful, when sleeping, elementals revert to the natural form of their element, for example, a water elemental becomes a puddle of water, often choosing to sleep in buckets, fishbowls, cups, etc., this is especially common for very young elementals, they'll sleep wherever they can, in whatever they can. Unknown to most, elementals have a "tether," something that holds them together, so if a water elemental is submerged in water they're not lost forever. Most elementals choose a small clear marble to be their child's tether, as it's not obvious where it is, but really anything can be used. If a tether is taken, the elementals form is lost. If a tether is broken, the elemental dies. So many choose a clear tether, or one not easily found, in an effort to protect their children, as it can be seen as a huge weakness, that some cruel individuals would take advantage of.

[More species information will be updated as it is available]

[beer-and-breakdowns]

do all 150 !! :)

Thanks for this Anon, I needed something to do, lmaoo

1. Who was the last person you held hands with?

My ex, which was a LOOONG time ago, lol

2. Are you outgoing or shy?

I’d say I’m a bit of both really, if I get to know you, I’d say I’m super outgoing but with new people I tend to be a little shy, unless the person I’m meeting has a lot in common with me personality wise and interest wise.

3. Who are you looking forward to seeing?

Well, I think I’m going out with one of my best friends tonight so her I guess!:)  (But the way I interpret this question, I’m also very excited to see a bunch of bands in the coming year, BFMV, Parkway, Currents, Slayer, Wage War, it’s looking good B))

4. Are you easy to get along with?

I’d say so! :)

5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you?

Yeah, I think so, she’s super kind-hearted.

6. What kind of people are you attracted to?

People with common ground with me.  Metalheads, laid-back people, fans of the same shit as me, etc.

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

Hahahahahahahanope.

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

My mum bc my parents get back from a holiday today!  But also, that one person thats pretty much always on my mind, lol, rip meeee

No, lol

10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with?

One of mutuals!:)

11. What does the most recent text that you sent say?

Directions of where to find me for someone picking me up from work, lmaoo, HOW EXCITING

12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now?

NOT THIS QUESTION D:  This is gonna be hard, and I can almost guarantee it wont be the same when you read this, lol.

Architects - Downfall, Polaris - Lucid, Currents - Forget Me, Architects - Doomsday, Currents - Life//Lost

13. Do you like it when people play with your hair?

Yeah, kinda lol

14. Do you believe in luck and miracles?

I believe in luck, I think!  Not miracles tho, rip

15. What good thing happened this summer?

Well, it’s not over yet, but DOWNLOAD 2018 YEEEET!!

16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?

Yeah, why not

17. Do you think there is life on other planets?

For sure!  I love believing all that crazy shit, its fun, and also very plausible!

18. Do you still talk to your first crush?

Nah, lol

19. Do you like bubble baths?

I like baths, but haven’t had a proper bubble bath in years (NO, I’m not a smelly bitch that doesn’t wash, I shower everyday)

20. Do you like your neighbors?

I dont know them super well bc I moved house a couple of years ago but from what I can tell yeah, they’re really nice!

21. What are you bad habits?

Nail biting, mostly.  I’m shit with money too if that counts, lol

22. Where would you like to travel?

LITERALLY EVERYWHERE OMG.  But a US road trip is on my bucket list!

23. Do you have trust issues?

Nope

24. Favorite part of your daily routine?

Probably my nightly music/tumblr session.  It’s so relaxing and my music taste is the fuckin’ bomb.

25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with?

Probably my legs tbh, rip

26. What do you do when you wake up?

Scroll social media whilst my PC loads, lol

27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker?

Neither, but if I HAD to choose, darker

28. Who are you most comfortable around?

My closest friends

29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up?

Nah, I don’t recall that anyway, rip

30. Do you ever want to get married?

Definitely!  Just, not for a little while

31. Is your hair long enough for a pony tail?

Nope, wish it was tho (not for the pony tail, just want long hair, lol)

32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with?

Alexis Kaufman aaaaaaaaand Emily Kinney, maybe?

33. Spell your name with your chin.

oi9wen, went better than I thought, lol

34. Do you play sports? What sports?

HA no

35. Would you rather live without TV or music?

TV 10000000000000%

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

Yup

37. What do you say during awkward silences?

Nothing really, lmaoo!  I do try to start a new conversation if I’m not feeling too awkward tho!

38. Describe your dream girl/guy?

Ummm, I know them irl, lol.  Cute as hell, blonde, blue eyes, funny, kind as fuck, an all-round sweetheart with the looks to match.  

39. What are your favorite stores to shop in?

HMV, lol

40. What do you want to do after high school?

I WANNA PLAY MUSIC FOR A LIVING but that shits hard so idk bc nothing else interest me the way music does:(  Maybe something with psychology and killers.

41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?

Yes, 100%.  I fully believe rehabilitation and reformation can work for everyone with the right tools.

42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean?

I’m either super tired or feeling sorry for myself, lmaoo

43. Do you smile at strangers?

Yup, most of the time!

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

Space, even tho I’m scared of heights so getting in the rocket would be an ISSUE.  But the ocean is fuckin’ spooky man, I ain’t goin’ down there :o

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

Being awake, lmaoo.  I sleep for more hours than I should but I’m not one for staying in bed and once I’m up, I’m up.

46. What are you paranoid about?

Not having a stable life after Uni tbh, the real world terrifies me, lol help.  But also, and probably moreso never making any progress with my music and hopeful music career.

47. Have you ever been high?

Nope

48. Have you ever been drunk?

Yeeeeeee

49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about?

Nah

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

Black, probably, I dont normally wear hoodies tbh :o

51. Ever wished you were someone else?

Originally, I was gonna say no, but then I remembered someone that I’ll forever be jealous of, so yes

52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself?

My legs probably hahaha

53. Favourite makeup brand?

What’s makeup?

54. Favourite store?

HMV, again, lol

55. Favourite blog?

Probably either @lovelyfoxes, @meowsonmeows, @emilyharrisxvii and @strawberry-sarcasm

56. Favourite colour?

Black (Dont go telling me that shits a shade and not a colour bc I’ll still say black.)

57. Favourite food? 

INDIAN FOOD PLS

58. Last thing you ate?

Katsu chicken

59. First thing you ate this morning?

^^^ Katsu chicken (I woke up late, okay)

60. Ever won a competition? For what?

Nah, not that I can remember lol

61. Been suspended/expelled? For what?

Nope

62. Been arrested? For what?

7328916312 times.  Being annoying :): :))::)::) (No)

63. Ever been in love?

Yup, rip

64. Tell us the story of your first kiss?

Idk, I kissed a girl.  Sorry it was super long ago and I didn’t think much of it at the time, it sorta just happened, lol

65. Are you hungry right now?

Nah, I’m FULL boii

66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends?

No, but some of my tumblr frands are my irl friends

67. Facebook or Twitter?

Twitter 1000000%

68. Twitter or Tumblr?

Tumblr 1000000000000%

69. Are you watching tv right now?

Nope, havent in a while tbh

70. Names of your bestfriends? 

Emily, Zac, Laura, Leo, Ethan

71. Craving something? What?

Attention.  Of a specific person.  YES PLS.

72. What colour are your towels?

White, black and grey.

72. How many pillows do you sleep with?

Twooo

73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals?

Nope

74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have?

7328131691

75. Favourite animal?

FOXES.  Or wolves.  Unless Dinosaurs count.

76. What colour is your underwear?

Grey

77. Chocolate or Vanilla?

Vanilla, man

78. Favourite ice cream flavour?

Salted Caramel

79. What colour shirt are you wearing?

Black, lol

80. What colour pants?

V dark blue

81. Favourite tv show?

Atm, probablyyyyy The Walking Dead, Ray Donovan and WWE, lmaoo

82. Favourite movie?

The Domestics just recently took the spot over Pulp Fiction.  WATCH IT.

83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2?

Only seen the first one, lel

84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street?

21 Jump Street

85. Favourite character from Mean Girls?

Me

86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo?

Me (Prolly the turtle)

87. First person you talked to today?

My friend Leo

88. Last person you talked to today?

Who knows, probably my friend Emily

89. Name a person you hate?

Most modern “musicians”

90. Name a person you love?

Alexis Kaufman

91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now?

Nope :)

92. In a fight with someone?

Nah, ya boii is mostly pacifist, I wont start shit

93. How many sweatpants do you have?

Like, 1 pair, lol

94. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have?

Prolly like 5 or 6?

95. Last movie you watched?

Looper

96. Favourite actress?

Hard to think atm, so probably off the top of my head Emily Blunt.

97. Favourite actor?

Mark Wahlberg or Johnny Depp

98. Do you tan a lot?

Hahahah, thats a massive nope

99. Have any pets?

I used to have a lil cat dude, but nah, not anymore

100. How are you feeling?

I’m goooood :)

101. Do you type fast?

Yeah, lmao

102. Do you regret anything from your past?

Yeah, lol

103. Can you spell well?

Yeah, mostly, I stumble when typing sometimes, but I can correct myself quickly and its usually just a mis-click

104. Do you miss anyone from your past?

Yeah, kinda

105. Ever been to a bonfire party?

Nope

106. Ever broken someone’s heart?

Probably, tbh

107. Have you ever been on a horse?

Nah

108. What should you be doing?

Showering, oops

109. Is something irritating you right now?

Nah, not really! :)

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

Yes yes and YES

111. Do you have trust issues?

Nope

112. Who was the last person you cried in front of?

Honestly I think it was my friend Emily, lol (U remember if ur reading this, Sax is never a good idea)

113. What was your childhood nickname?

I didn’t really have one :o

114. Have you ever been out of your province/state?

Yup, been to a few different countries

115. Do you play the Wii?

Used to, lol

116. Are you listening to music right now?

Yeah boiiiiii B)

117. Do you like chicken noodle soup?

It’s pretty good!

118. Do you like Chinese food?

Ummmm yes

119. Favourite book?

Sorry internet, I’m not a massive reader 3  I don’t really have one :(

120. Are you afraid of the dark?

Nah, used to be as a kid tho

121. Are you mean?

Nah, man

122. Is cheating ever okay?

No.  There’s probably a very VERY specific scenario brought on by many other specific actions within a relationship where it might, MAYBE, slightly be the smallest bit justified, but I don’t know what that would be off the top of my head and no one should break someone’s trust like that.

123. Can you keep white shoes clean?

Nah, my shoes get dirty no matter where I go, lol

124. Do you believe in love at first sight?

Yup

125. Do you believe in true love?

Yeah

126. Are you currently bored?

Nah, I love tumblr asks, dude

127. What makes you happy?

Music, friends and escapsim

128. Would you change your name?

Nah, I’ve come to terms with it now

129. What your zodiac sign?

Libra

130. Do you like subway?

Of course B)

131. Your bestfriend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?

I’d prolly see how it goes! :)  I certainly wouldn’t complain!

132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?

One of my mutuals!

133. Favourite lyrics right now?

“No matter what it is we've facedIt's now part of usWe can overcome” - As I Lay Dying - Overcome

134. Can you count to one million?

I think? hahahah

135. Dumbest lie you ever told?

I had every single PS2 game ever created... kids, eh?

136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed?

Closed 1000000%

137. How tall are you?

about 5′11″

138. Curly or Straight hair?

Straight hair on me, doesn’t make a difference on others B)

139. Brunette or Blonde?

Blonde (but Brunette is gorgeous too)

140. Summer or Winter?

Summer (But Christmas time is GREAT)

141. Night or Day?

Night, mostly!

142. Favourite month?

October, maybe?  Either than or July, idk

143. Are you a vegetarian?

Nope

144. Dark, milk or white chocolate?

Dark B)

145. Tea or Coffee?

Coffee

146. Was today a good day?

So far, yeah! :)

147. Mars or Snickers?

Mars 100000000%

148. What’s your favourite quote?

“The best thing you can do is follow your dreams“ - James Owen Sullivan (The Rev)

149. Do you believe in ghosts?

Yup, 100%!

150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page?

There isn’t one! :(

THANKS ANON!